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drowningyoursorrow · 2 years ago

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PROM SONG (GONE WRONG)

(pre-death) kyle spencer x gn! reader

summary. - you always saw him in the hallways of the university the two of you shared, finding him cute. eventually your shared looks you both exchanged, turned into something more meaningful. w/c. - 3.1k

| heads up ! swearing, kissing, violence

YOU didn't enjoy much of what you were doing in the university you were attending. The dorm you were staying in was actually quite depressing, and you refused to join a house, eventually beginning to regret it. Maybe joining one would've expanded your social circle because all you do now is go to your classes, study, then do nothing. You already hardly slept, solely because the all-nighters that you believed were "useful" just got you accustomed to being awake. Which meant you surprisingly had a lot of free-time, and what did you do with that freedom?

Nothing. Well, not entirely nothing, sometimes you'd wander around in the halls acting as if you were going somewhere. Just to get a glimpse of him, Kyle Spencer, Tulane University's Kappa Lambda Gamma golden boy. You were sure that everybody had eyes for him, he was a sweetheart and honestly, there weren't many of those around. Hoping that he never caught on to you magically encountering you in the hallways.

Obviously, you never talked to him, he was always surrounded by big groups and girls. That was too much attention to draw to yourself, and you would prefer to keep yourself hidden. You had a small pattern with your routine, you'd work, eat, wander the halls to see Kyle, then go relax somewhere. Occasionally it was a coffee shop nearby, or sometimes just the library. You weren't that creative with your locations, but it was quiet wherever you went, so who cares?

You had just finished a short essay for one of your classes, that drained you entirely, and you even missed your scheduled meal. But the one thing you couldn't miss, was your scouting. So since you're already going to be out, might as well just get a glimpse then eat while you're at it. Quickly fixing yourself up, you headed out and on your walk to the coffee shop, you saw him. But this time, this time was different, usually he never picked up on you passing by.

So, it caught you extremely off guard when he paused his mini stride and looked at you. It was brief, and you wished you were hallucinating, but he actually scanned you. With his eyes. Totally unbelievable, out of instinct of the sudden look, you unconsciously gave a WTF face. And instant regret washed through you, immediately turning away and basically began to haul ass away from him.

You made it to the coffee shop and you just kind of sat at a booth, not ordering anything, just processing. Processing that, you kind of gave a disgusted look to your crush, up-front. Groaning, you shoved your face into your hands, you didn't really feel hungry anymore, just embarrassed. You recollected yourself and made your way back to your dorm, wallowing in your shame. He probably thought that you were judging him, him of all people.

You didn't bother changing into something more comfortable, too lazy at the moment. So you just crashed into your mattress, hitting your head on the wall as you did. That was perfect for ending your day. You laid restless as you thought of how he might have interpreted that moment, scared for some reason. As drowsiness eventually consumed you, you hoped that was just a one time thing.

You were wrong, entirely, you should never hope for anything again, ever. Because as the days passed, and you did your scouting, it began to worry you, that he may have caught on to what you were doing. Whenever the two of you crossed paths, he looked your way, and sometimes even tried to speak to you. But your cowardly self would pretend not to hear him and speed walk straight to the coffee shop. To save yourself from embarrassment, you decided to try to stop this unusual ritual you had.

So, today you took a different route, a longer route, just to avoid him and not seem like a total creep. Hoping this would save your ass from him and his frat brothers remarks about you. You stalled in an abandoned hallway until you felt that it was long enough that he wouldn't be nearby. Shamefully, you made your way to your designated spot, ordering a quick drink and sitting in a corner booth. It felt odd not doing what you've always done, but maybe this was better for your attempts at trying not to be stalkerish.

You were scrolling on social media as you heard sort of loud voices make its way near the coffee shop. Then silence, a muffled goodbye, then a welcome from one of the workers. Nosily, you sipped your coffee as you peered up from the cup, then you saw him. Spitting out your drink and coughing profusely as you looked down. And then you heard a snicker, a laugh that was too giddy, a laugh that makes you mad and happy at the same time in your pain.

Then you felt a patting on your back, and you know it's him because nobody but him would help someone choking from a liquid. Awkwardly, you just mutter a small "thank you," not really knowing what to do or say. "You're welcome, I'm sorry that I laughed, it was abrupt and kind of hilarious." He sat across from you and just talked to you, for hours, you didn't introduce yourselves. You two didn't need to and all you did was listen, you listened to what he had to say and he listened back.

He's seen you in the hallways, he always has, but he didn't want anyone to tease him in front of you. That would be embarrassing, nobody wants to talk to someone that gets teased over something like that. It wasn't middle school, so, he would try to not acknowledge you, and eventually he decided to take the routes you did too, by himself. In hopes for a chance to speak to you or something, he didn't really plan it out, he just hoped you two would say hi and fall in love. And his plan failed, a lot, because it felt like you began to avoid him whenever he tried to reach out.

It bummed him out, yeah, but he wasn't going to give up and so whenever you didn't take your shared route. He was confused, this was the only place he ever saw you, so finding you to try to actually make a move, was going to be difficult. But he can remember a few times when he had seen you sitting by yourself in the coffee shop. And this time he was determined he was going to speak to you, so he pushed away his nerves and on the way there. He was trying to think of anything that would help his situation, corny pickup lines, pretending to be smart, or even inviting you to a party.

He didn't really want to do the last option since you didn't seem like the type, and he didn't want to sound obnoxious. But when he was brainstorming, someone came up to him, and he was trying not to lose focus of what he was thinking about. And they were a talker, a loud one. Generally he was patient and listened, but right now was not the time, so when he finally made it to the café. He breathed a sigh of relief and said his goodbyes to the person.

Not wanting to see like a creep, he just decided to order something and not awkwardly stand around looking for you. But once he got his order, he heard an immediate series of coughing. It was you. And you were choking on something that wasn't solid, wow? He accidentally let out a laugh as he processed it, but he was ultimately worried.

So he hurriedly placed his drink on the counter and made his way toward you, patting your back in a way to soothe the pain. Which didn't really make sense, but he was in the moment.

You both realized that this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally talk, so Kyle reacted on his instinct. He sat down across from you and decided to just go with it, he talked, since you looked you didn't have much to say. And that was fine for the both of you, because at the moment the both of you enjoyed the moment. You stayed across from each other until the place closed and Kyle offered to walk you back. Happily, you accepted and although it was silent on the way there, the two of you cherished it.

You gave him one last look before heading back inside, and the two of you went to the bed breathless. And that was how it started, you'd meet at the café, talk for hours, study together, and depart. He always wanted to walk you back, and who were you to deny? Throughout the months, the both of you grew closer and closer, Valentine's Day was when Kyle wanted to admit his feelings. It seemed more cherishable and more romantic in his mind, very original, but who says that's bad?

On the day, you two did your usual routine with each other, and you both had something to say but couldn't say it, Two cowards in love, who weren't even dating, yet. So when Kyle walked you back to your place, and you two stood in silence. Kyle immediately blurted, "will you be my valentine, it's like cool if you say no, yeah, just uh- wanted to ask you and stuff, and it's already over, which makes this kind of dumb. But why not shoot my shot, y'know? I didn't want to seem-" "Yes." And you hugged him, it felt like you were in middle school, but he happily reciprocated, and you laid in your bed, nerves kept you and him awake.

Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine" You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen, and I never dreamed I'd be so happy that I could die

Overtime, you two did eventually tell each other about your feelings and became a thing, he both of you didn't care who knew. He always told you how beautiful, handsome, and pretty you were all the time, and you did the same. He loved watching you get ready whenever the two of you did go out, loving to kiss you as you did so. If you were to put your makeup on, he loved kissing you with your lipstick/lip gloss on, it appearing on him. It always made him feel as if showed that he was yours and that's all he really cared about, where you went, he followed.

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra But you the king too, so I would say, "back at ya" I flip my hair and make you stare and put my makeup on And make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb And even then, I knew that we were something serious That you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle loved driving you places, anywhere you wanted to go, he would happily take you. You two often drove anywhere you could reach and enjoyed it all because you two were with each other. Sometimes whenever you two left the dorms to explore cities, he could notice how you always enjoyed it more there than here. It started to make him wonder if you were really happy where you were, did you want to be somewhere else? He didn't want to think about the possibility of you leaving so he began to cherish your presence more and more, always abruptly hugging you.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You knew how Kyle would get whenever he was on his own, he would overthink and become isolated. And he always knew how to deal with his fucked up things on his own, but when you held him. Comforting him, just wanting to hold him, he didn't know what to do with himself. The both of you would just watch movies to cheer each other up and it always worked, it was your thing. You never dreamed that you'd be watching shitty romcoms with Kyle crying into your shoulder over it, but this felt like heaven.

If you're lonely, baby, hold me, you're my only one Watching television, kissing 'til we see the sun So far, we are a safe in the dark And I never dreamed that I'd be the queen And I'd be so happy that I could die

Your smile and blush was something Kyle loved pulling from you, his corny lines never worked on anyone. But they worked on you. He eventually showed you some of his favorite music, and you made fun of his old man's taste. And when Rosanna by Toto began to play as you two just happily stared at one another. It may be old music but you loved it now, you loved him.

You used to call yourself The Don and call me Queen Diana You always make me blush and say, "shut up boy, you bananas!" You pull my hair and push me down and chase me, make me run You played me Biggie Smalls, and then my first Nirvana song So even then, when no ones friends were really serious I knew you loved me by the way you looked in second period I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle eventually invited you to tag along with him to some of the parties him and his frat brothers went to. But he always remained close to you and the both of you would just dance in the kitchen. He assumed the noise would bother you since you two lived in a quiet place. But instead he saw happiness, he saw longing as you lost yourself with the loud music. The suspicion that you wanted to be somewhere different and loud began to bother him, and suddenly he didn't feel like dancing anymore.

You always loved going out with Kyle because he wasn't trying to solely get drunk. He wanted to show off his weirdly coordinated dance moves to you, to impress you. And especially whenever it was raining, he took you outside and he danced with you like it was your last day together. The both of you held each other and sang horribly to one another, while it downpoured. And for some reason deep down, it did feel like your last moment together.

I know that they say that all i want Is to have fun And get away for rainy days I know that they think I've come undone But I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

When the two of you were at another party, his nerves finally caught up to him and he asked you about staying. You finally said that you wanted to be somewhere different, somewhere bigger, somewhere louder. Neither of you agreed on where the two of you should stay and you couldn't meet each other halfway. So, you ran out, you left, you couldn't do it, you loved him you really did. But you wanted to be where you truly felt where you could fit in and be comfortable at.

Kyle didn't know how to take it, he knew you were leaving but he felt too defeated to say anything so he drank away his sorrows. He knew that he couldn't do anything, he couldn't change your mind, but his thoughts were interrupted when his friends were in a panicked state. They came rushing downstairs and dragged him along with them and he was partially too drunk and hazy to understand what was going on. When he was being rushed out of the house, he saw you down the street, walking by yourself, where? He tried calling out to you and even though the street was loud enough, you could hear Kyle from a thousand miles away.

You were confused about what his friends were doing and the sudden urgency into their bus. Kyle was trying to shout something, you could hardly hear him drunkenly sob, "I love you, I'm sorry!" You laughed at his effort still trying to reconcile even when he was nowhere close to being sober. Eventually they did board up the bus and drove off, but for some reason you felt as if you should've grabbed him yourself. One thing turned into another and you heard screaming from, you couldn't really tell who was chasing after the bus.

But they were yelling and you felt worried and as you were making your way to check it out. There was a loud bang, and it hit you. The bus had flipped over and before you even knew it, it burst into flames, and you felt everything crash in front of you. You wanted to believe that this was a dream and you couldn't feel the tears escaping you and that your legs weren't about to collapse. You shouldn't have argued with him over a stupid wish, a dream, maybe you should've held him and took him home.

Maybe this is all a dream and you're overthinking this whole situation, maybe Kyle is in bed next to you. Eventually you'll wake up and you'll find him in your shitty dorm, sleeping right beside you. And you'll tell him about it and he'll laugh and tell you how freaky your dreams are and everything will be okay. But as you do finally fall to the ground, sobs breaking through you and your voice turning hoarse from your screaming. You realize that this time, this wasn't a dream, and you weren't somewhere different, you were here and Kyle was there.

He's always been.

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- Inspired by Prom Song (Gone Wrong) by Lana Del Rey - Decided to do a little plot twist sort of - Halfway proofread?

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my-own-walker · 2 years ago

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hiiiiii can you do a predeath kyle smut??? take any direction u want i trust you

I'm Freaking Out In My Mind

note: i apologize for how long this took i totally lost this ask in my inbox wtf!

summary: another party, another weekend, and another drink for Y/N, but she can't shake this feeling about one kyle spencer. and, inexplicably, he won't stop looking in her direction.

warnings: p in v, fem!reader, hand stuff, kinda drunk teens

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'A guy I kind of hate is here,' I shouted, already pretty drunk. We'd only been at our friend's party for an hour.

'Huh?' Lily yelled back.

I shuffled closer to my best friend and leaned into her, putting my mouth next to her ear. It was admittedly impossible to hear over the deafening rap music playing in the basement. 'I said: a guy I kind of hate is here.'

'Who?' she gasped, raising her eyebrows and turning quickly to face me. She always loved drama.

'Fuckin' Kyle Spencer,' I slurred. The crowded basement shifted, causing people to begin to bump into each other. The guy standing next to me stepped back into my arm. Losing my footing, I stumbled into Lily, nearly pulling her over. Her drink collided with my chest, and a little bit spilled down my shirt. 'I should NOT have had that last beer.'

Lily laughed uncontrollably at my clumsiness. 'We should get out of here,' she giggled, grabbing my forearm.

'Nooooo,' I whined. 'We only just got here.'

'Let's at least go upstairs, okay?' she bargained, pulling me toward her. We weaved through the throngs of people to the painted wooden stairs. I could almost feel how unstable they were under my feet as Lily and I trudged upwards.

I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, but I looked back over the crowded basement as I reached the top of the staircase. My eyes scanned the faces before meeting Kyle Spencer's. I blinked, unsure if I was imagining him staring at me. Before I could even process it, though, Lily tugged my arm harder, urging me to finish my ascent.

It took us a little bit to find a quieter place to settle on the house's main floor. There was a little nook in the living room near the front door. I leaned against the wall, while Lily made a side table a makeshift seat.

Lily was my best-friend-turned-roommate at Tulane University. Well, actually, roommate-turned-best-friend-turned roommate. We'd known each other since our freshman year. We got paired up at random to room together in the dorms. The rest is history.

We weren't huge partiers. We went out when we needed to, like this night, for example. Our friend Leon decided to host a blowout party for his birthday and asked us to attend. He was afraid no one would show up, but quite the contrary was the reality. It seemed as though the entire school had shown up.

'What was it you were saying about Kyle earlier?' Lily asked, taking a sip out of her red solo cup.

'Oh, yeah,' I began. 'I saw Kyle Spencer here. He's in my German class. He's in like Alpha Kappa Kappa or something.'

'Kappa Lambda Gamma. Leon's frat,' Lily corrected.

'Oh shit! That's why he's here,' I replied, mouth agape. There was something about him that made my stomach do flips. Seeing him here was a shock, and I wasn't sure it was a pleasant feeling. I couldn't lie to myself. Kyle was really attractive. He had a kind smile and seemed genuine, but something about him put me off.

'Well, anyways,' I continued, 'I was put in a group project with him and he did like...no work. I think he thinks he's above everything. He just epitomizes all of the worst parts of every frat guy. Cocky, kinda cute, probably rich or something-''

'Uh, wait, shut up a sec,' Lily snapped.

'What?' Lily pulled me closer to her and cupped her mouth to whisper.

'He's like, right there,' she warned, pointing to her right. I shifted my gaze slightly, spotting the blonde boy on the opposite side of the room. His eyes flicked up and met mine again, before returning to his cell phone.

'Lily, you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I swear that motherfucker keeps looking at me,' I said in a hushed tone.

'Yeah?' she challenged. 'No more alcohol for you then...' She took my cup out of my hand and poured the contents into her own.

'No, I swear,' I urged. 'He was looking at me when we walked up the stairs just now.'

'Why would he be doing that?' Lily questioned.

'Damn, I don't know. I mean, I wasn't exactly nice to him when he did no work in German class,' I explained. 'Maybe he hates me now. I just wanted a good grade on the project. It's not my fault he was uncooperative.'

'Maybe he likes you,' Lily teased.

'Oh, as if. Get crucial. He either hates me or he can't figure out who I am,' I groaned. As if on cue, someone cleared their throat behind me. Shivers went down my spine. I turned my head and was met with the most piercing brown-eyed gaze.

'Hey Kyle,' Lily greeted, standing from her side table chair.

'Hi. Uh- mind if I steal Y/N from you for a sec?' Kyle smiled.

'Not at all,' she replied, pushing my arm lightly as she walked away. I cast a pleading look in her direction, but she didn't see. Turning my attention to Kyle, I said a quiet prayer that he wasn't about to yell at me or something.

'I've been trying to talk to you all night,' he spoke lowly, looking deep into my eyes.

'Me? Why?' I stammered. I looked quickly to my left, hoping to find comfort in Lily's presence nearby, but instead, she was nowhere to be found.

'I just feel like I need to get to know you or something,' he explained. 'We got off on the wrong foot.'

'I- like, I'm sorry I'm just a bitch about my grades and-'

'No, no,' he interrupted. 'Don't worry about it. I get it. I can tell you why I acted like that in class.'

'Oh, you can, can you?' I challenged, leaning back against the wall again, slightly more comfortable with the interaction.

'Yeah. Honestly, I hate that fucking professor,' he laughed. 'It's hard to want to try in that garbage class.'

'I don't disagree with you on that,' I giggled. 'Gotta take it, though.'

'Damn you, language requirement,' he declared, shaking his fist in the air. I laughed harder than I wanted to at that. I had never seen him so animated.

'It's definitely a drag.'

'Do you wanna, I don't know, maybe go somewhere more quiet?' Kyle suggested. 'That sounds creepy, I just mean-'

'No, yeah, I'd like that,' I grinned.

Kyle and I elected to walk to my apartment. It was the closer out of the two of our places to the party. I shot Lily a text on the way there, letting her know what was going on.

We got to my place and settled in on the couch. I turned on some music to ease any tension, but it seemed unnecessary. His charm was really working on me, as embarrassed as I was to admit it to myself. Our conversation on the way to my apartment flowed so naturally. He made me laugh until my sides hurt.

'This is a nice couch,' he muttered, running his hands over the upholstery next to him. I cackled loudly.

'Yeah?' I laughed. 'I stole it off the side of the road. Cleaned it, of course. Loved the color. Purple's my favorite.'

'It's soft, I don't know,' he giggled. 'I'm just a fan of couches.' He shifted uncomfortably and shook his head at himself.

'You're insane,' I chuckled. We sat in silence for a second, just looking at each other. The question on my brain was killing me, so I broke the silence to ask. 'So, Kyle. What's your game here?'

'Game?'

'We have not said more than two words to each other over half the semester, but somehow, you're in my house. On my couch,' I explained. 'Why are you suddenly talking to me tonight? And why is it working?'

'Listen, Y/N,' he began, leaning forward to better meet my eyes. 'I'm so tired of the frat act. This is going to sound weird, but I felt like I wouldn't be able to win you over.'

'What do you mean?'

'I'm some blonde guy that wears frat polos and khakis. I hang around with douchebags,' he continued. 'You're, like, so fucking cool. You're so above all of the college social politics. The bullshit I deal with every day.' I couldn't help but scoff at his words. I pulled my feet up from the ground to sit cross-legged on the sofa and turned to face Kyle entirely.

'You got me all wrong,' I urged. 'I just get up, go to class, and come back here. I'm not trying to be some sort of edgy mysterious bitch.'

'No, that's not what I'm saying. God, I think this is the alcohol speaking, but I don't care,' Kyle interrupted. 'You're cool without trying. That's the thing. You just have it all figured out. And I know you're above all the frat garbage. You know it, too. I see the way you look through me.'

'Kyle, that's not-'

'I wanna be someone you've never seen before,' Kyle professed, leaning forward to put a hand on my knee. 'I want you to know the guy behind what you see.'

I will admit that I hadn't given Kyle the time of day. His aloofness in class, coupled with his style of dress and fraternity status made me turn my nose up entirely at him. Did he not help in class? Or did my inner feelings toward him make themselves clear, stifling him in turn?

'Gosh, I'm sorry, Kyle,' I spoke, barely audible. I cleared my throat, placed my hand over his, and continued. 'I think you're lovely.'

'You do?' he replied, taken aback.

'Tonight has been really great. You're really great,' I added. 'No guy has made me laugh like you have.' I leaned into his face and pressed my lips to his. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths started playing. Kyle relaxed into my touch and scooted closer to me, wrapping his arms around me.

'I was so scared you'd reject me,' Kyle giggled, pulling away. 'I was freaking out in my mind, sure you'd laugh in my face.'

'Dang, I must've been a bitch in your imagination,' I chuckled, proceeding to reconnect my lips with his. He leaned forward even more, guiding me to lay back, positioning himself on top of me. I pulled at the hem of his shirt, encouraging him to take it off. He pulled the fabric off smoothly and threw it across the room.

Kyle's body was way more athletic than I had imagined. The muscles in his toned shoulders were apparent. His biceps were large and the veins in his arms protruded oh-so deliciously. His strong hands found their way to my top, and without thinking, I sat up slightly to tug it off.

Suddenly feeling exposed, being in just my bra in the front room, I stopped kissing Kyle. 'We should move to my room,' I whispered. 'Just in case my roommate comes home.'

'I don't know that I can wait,' he rumbled, stooping down to pepper kisses up and down my neck. It was in my best interest to protest, but the feeling of his soft lips upon my breasts put me in a trance. I felt my way down to his pants and palmed his erection through the fabric. He whimpered at the touch.

I undid the fastens on the pants, and Kyle took the work of pulling them off of himself. I took that time to take my own jeans off, tossing them behind me. He stopped to regard me in just my underwear. He chuckled and shook his head.

'What?'

'You're so fucking hot,' he breathed. I continued kissing him and put my hand down his boxers.

'Okay?' I asked. He nodded in reply, inhaling sharply when my fingers wrapped around his cock. I pumped his erection, reveling in his moans and whines.

'Fuck,' he spat. I removed contact, making Kyle grunt loudly.

'One sec,' I whispered, reaching back to the side table next to the couch. I fumbled with the drawer, opening it to grab a spare condom. I handed it over with a smirk. 'For you.'

'Thank god you remembered,' he sighed. He slid his boxers down and opened the package with his teeth, guiding the rubber over his member. Then, he pulled my panties down and guided my legs apart. I yelped when I felt his dick enter me. It was much larger than I anticipated.

'You okay?' he panted, beginning to hit his stride.

'Mmhmm,' I affirmed through gritted teeth. I threw my head back, feeling my walls tighten around him. His thrusts got deeper, hitting the innermost parts of me. We both grunted, gasped, and moaned at the contact.

‘Shit, I’m gonna come,’ Kyle groaned. He stroked a few more times before coming with a whimper. I felt warm spread in my middle. He pulled out and stood to clean up. I laid on the couch for a moment, watching his toned back ripple as he pulled his boxers back on.

He handed me my own underpants upon his return, a shy grin on his face, and a pink flush in his cheeks. I chuckled at him as I slid them back on.

I stood to meet him, kissing him again. ‘You wanna, uh, go to my room now?’ I proposed. ‘You can sleep over.’

‘God, Y/N Y/L/N inviting me to stay,’ Kyle said, shaking his head. ‘I cant believe this is my life.’ He kissed me again, wrapping me tightly in his warm embrace.

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This was supposed to be done last night but whatever I forget and I lose track!!

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kappa-kyle · 7 months ago

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Hello groovy people of the Internet! (Look away Jack Howard)

My name's Kyle Spencer. I'm 19, President of the Kappa Lambda Gamma fraternity @ Tulane University!

I'm co-president of the Stop Bigotry awareness club, an only child and a party animal.

Ask me anything!

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yes-divine-ruler · 3 years ago

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Kyle Spencer (Pre-Death) x Fem!Reader Smut - “Give it to me, Baby” (18+)

Requested! Enjoy angel <3

Summary: Y/N and Kyle hang out in his bedroom at the frat house for the first (and probably last) time.

CW: fingering, nipple stimulation, unprotected penetrative sex, FRAT BOYS

Words: 1117

I sat on the edge of Kyle's bed, watching him as he scoured the bedroom, trying to find his tv remote. We were in his room within his Kappa Lambda Gamma frat, and nothing was quiet or private about this place, the boys talk so loudly that it almost shakes the walls. I'd only been here once, after a Tulane party, where I'd tucked Kyle in to sleep and left. For some reason, his well-being was in my hands that night, his beloved fraternity nowhere to be seen, but I was grateful.

"Fucking found it!" He exclaimed, holding the remote up above his head and coming over to the bed. He laid back on it, a small double, his feet hanging off the edge.

"How do you sleep in this thing?" I asked him, laying down close to him after he offered me an outstretched arm. Since the party, Kyle tried to make it up to me by taking me out, and consequently, we got to know each other pretty well. He was kind and gentle, and considerate of everyone's feelings. He way the type of person I'd want to keep in my life.

"Usually diagonally," he shrugged, as I nuzzled my head into his chest and let out a small laugh.

He turned the TV on, scrolling though Netflix before he turned on Pineapple Express for us to watch. I rolled my eyes, there wasn't anything more frat boy than watching Pineapple Express.

We laid there side by side, until he pulled a blanket up over us, his hand then making its way towards my thigh. I immediately knew what that meant, I wasn't prude, and I had to admit I've thought of sleeping with Kyle countless times.

His fingers drew small shapes on the inside of my exposed thigh, before travelling up further towards the middle of my legs, his eyes unwavering from the TV in front of us. His fingers slowly lifted the hem of my oversized t shirt, exposing my tiny shorts and the lower portion of my stomach. I laid still, my breath hitched in my throat as his fingers traced back over my clit through my shorts. His fingers traveled up to the hem of my shorts, his warm hand sliding underneath them and my panties, back to my centre.

I shifted slightly, opening my legs wider to give him better access. Still in silence, with the sound of the movie in the background, his fingers travelled down further. He stopped at my entrance, gathering my wetness and slowly inserting a finger. I moaned softly, feeling his finger inside me, slowly pumping in and out.

I looked up at him, as he looked down at me through his blonde hair, before he shifted down the bed to use more of his finger. I took my bottom lip between my teeth, as I helped him by sliding off my shorts and panties in one motion. He looked up at me with a cheeky smile, his thumb now rubbing small circles on my clit.

"Kyle," I moaned, as he stopped, coming up to my face as he hovered over me, connecting our lips in a kiss. I wrapped my bare legs around his waist, as he kissed me, our lips moving in sync. I was so turned on, I know I needed him inside me, as soon as I could get it.

“Kyle?” I asked him, as his lips detached from mine, his face dazed with pleasure.

“Yeah baby?” He asked, pulling his shirt above his head leaving his toned chest bare.

“What about your neighbours?” I asked, referring to his fraternity.

“Don’t worry about them they won’t bother us,” he muttered, his hands lifting up my shirt exposing my naked breasts.

“No bra hey?” He teased, leaning down and taking a nipple in his mouth. He sucked softly, causing my hips to buckle into his, his erection evident through his sweats. I tangled my fingers in his thick blonde hair as he moved to the other nipple, moaning into my breast.

“You okay with this!” he asked, sliding down his sweats and boxer briefs, revealing his hard on. I nodded insistently, waiting for the moment he’d finally be inside me. He leaned down and kissed me on the nose, before lining himself up with my entrance and slowly pushing in.

He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt inside me, knowing I was already dripping from the foreplay.

“Holy shit Y/N,” he groaned, rocking his hips back and forth at a steady pace.

“Shh Kyle,” I giggled, biting down on my bottom lip to stop me from from moaning as loud as he did.

“Don’t worry about it, seriously,” he grinned at me, which quickly turned into a lip bite as his thrusts sped up. He took himself out of me for a second, positioning me so that I was folded in half, my knees next to my head. His big hands held down on my legs, as I reached down and guided him back inside me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he moaned, sucking in a breath as he thrust into me harder, and faster this time.

Load moans and profanity left our lips as his hips rocked into mine, hitting a spot of undeniable pleasure inside me in this new position. I was too caught up in the moment to realise a group of boys had gathered outside the door, until one of them knocked, surprisingly both Kyle and I.

“What dickhead? Fuck off,” Kyle yelled, his dick still inside me, his thrusts slow as he awaited a response.

“Oooh Kyle yeaaahh baby, give it to me,” a boy’s voice mocked us from outside the door.

“Yeah daddy your cock is so big! Ohh give it to me Kyle,” a group of boys laughed as Kyle told them to fuck off again.

“Dont cum yet Kyle, don’t be a fucking pussy!” One yelled, which was enough for Kyle to get up off the bed, covering me with the blanket and sliding his boxer briefs back on.

“Give me a sec,” he said quickly, leaning and kissing me again. I looked back at him with wide eyes.

He stormed over to the door, where there was 4 or 5 guys standing outside in absolutely hysterics. I hid my face under the covers.

“You guys are so fucking dead,” Kyle taunted, before he disappeared down the hall, chasing the guys as they ran.

I groaned, my face red with embarrassment as I laid there naked, and so close to my climax. I knew from now on, to not listen to Kyle, and in fact consider his frat, that would definitely be listening through the walls.

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gredandforgeweatherby · 3 years ago

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Coven pt. 3

Pt.1 Pt. 2

The aftermath

Summary: The aftermath of the bus flip

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Talks of rape, swearing, injuries from an accident, not really proofread

A/N: I wrote this literally in an hour because I was writing my other fic and really wanted to work on this.

Sadie had not slept at all. Her mind was too full of the events that took place that night. She couldn’t believe she let that happen. Of course, some disgusting frat boys would try to take advantage of Madison, why didn’t she think to keep a closer eye on her? She’s lucky Zoe was okay, she wouldn’t be able to handle it if something had happened to both of them on the same night. She shouldn’t have stayed and talked to Kyle—nice as he was—she should have excused herself back into the crowd, maybe she would have seen who was going off with Madison and been able to stop it.

And the crash. If you could even call it that, it was more of a catastrophic event. She understood why Madison had done it, but still felt bad for the few on the bus who were innocent. She kept thinking about Kyle, hoping that he had somehow survived the bus flip, though she didn’t feel confident that anyone would have.

Morning arrived at both the speed of light and the speed of a snail. Sadie got out of bed exhausted once she heard rustling and movement around the kitchen. She made her way down to the kitchen, where she found Nan and Queenie sitting at the table, their eyes glued to the TV, and Zoe standing next to Nan, her eyes on the same place as theirs. The voice of the newscaster filled Sadie’s ears.

“The Louisiana campus is still in shock over the tragic bus crash last night, nine members of the fraternity Kappa Lambda Gamma were on board. Seven of the boys died on the scene. Two were rushed to Troost Medical Center where they remain in critical condition.”

Sadie and Zoe looked at each other, shock and horror written on their faces. Madison walked in while the newscaster continued.

“Authorities will not confirm the identities of the deceased—”

Madison turned the TV off, leaving on the counter

“Hey, I was watching that!” Nan exclaimed.

“Why? it‘s yesterday's news. We got any Greek yogurt?” Madison turns and picks at a fruit platter, where Zoe and Sadie join her.

“We have to tell somebody what happened. They weren’t all in that room. The one I met—Ian—he wasn’t involved, wasn’t even aware of it. And he was on that bus—

“So was Kyle,” Sadie interrupted Zoe, “Who wasn’t there either. He was with me the whole time. He tried to stop it and chased after the guy who had recorded it Madison.”

Madison barely looked at them, still picking at the plate of fruit in front of her, when she replied.

“So what?”

“So,” Sadie said, aggregation from her bitchy tone settling in, “some of them were innocent, good guys with their whole lives ahead of them and you took that away. I understand some did something awful to you, and trust me I want them to be punished, but—”

Before Sadie could continue, someone walked in.

“What are we talking about?”

All eyes in the room turned to her, not noticing her presence before she spoke.

“The college boys? Taken in the prime of their lives. Such a tragedy,” She seemed to look pointedly at Madison when she spoke next. “It almost makes you want to cry, doesn’t it? I guess the world’s not going to miss a bunch of assholes in Ed Hardy T-shirts.”

In her typical blunt style, Madison questioned her.

“Who the hell are you?”

She didn’t acknowledge Madison’s question, instead continuing as if she was never interrupted.

“I’ve got to hand it to you. A bus flip? Not easy. But you were a sloppy, little witch bitch. And sloppy's going to put us all in jeopardy.”

“Go to hell, you stupid hag.”

Suddenly, the woman flicked her wrist at Madison, sending her into the air and crashing into the wall before falling back to the floor. The four other witches in the room looked on, shocked at what had just happened.

“I’ve read all of your files. You’re not going to become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts under the confused instruction of my daughter.”

It then clicked who this woman was to Sadie.

“You’re the Supreme?” She asked surprised, not expecting her to be the most powerful witch of the coven.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked at the girls and said, “We’re going on a field trip. Wear something black.” Then left the room.

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While the other four joined the Supreme on her little excursion, Sadie stayed back. After hearing the news of two of the boys being at the hospital, she decided she would pay them a little visit. See wanted to see who was lucky enough to survive Madison’s wrath.

She arrived at Troost Memorial Center contemplating how she was going to go about her plan. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get in their room, not only was she not family but they wouldn’t let her in while they were in critical condition. She instead decide she would loiter around, coming across their room by sheer luck, and enter it when no one was looking.

Miraculously her plan worked.

She had seen a messy mop of blonde hair through a blinded window. Hoping that it was Kyle’s, she waited until she was sure the coast was clear before entering the room. Sure enough, Kyle was there.

He was much less bright than he was the night before, in all senses of the word. His skin seemed dull and grey, where the night before it was glowing. His hair was uncombed and a mess, a great juxtaposition to the neat blonde locks she had seen on him the night before. He lay in bed, his eyes closed, with a large brace over his neck. His face had cuts of various sizes with bandages covering them, and she could see part of a bandage peeking out from under his hair. He had a cast on his left arm, as well as his left leg. He was so different. No, she didn’t know him, but from last night he seemed so jubilant. He had the cutest smile that would light up the whole town and the most beautiful chocolate-hued eyes. He seemed so full of life, he was funny, and he probably had a whole life of excellence ahead of him. And now, his future was so uncertain.

As Sadie stood there, felt as though someone dropped a weight on her chest. It was difficult for her to breathe, and tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

He didn’t deserve this.

She left Kyle’s side to go to the other bed, wanting to see who else survived, though she didn’t recognize who he was. She went back to Kyle, this time standing next to his bed. It was hard to look at him. He looked so peaceful asleep, yet she was sure he would be feeling anything but. With the tears falling from her eyes she leaned in a bit and whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, wiping her tears before they could fall on him. “You didn’t deserve this.”

She decided she had been there too long, afraid someone was going to come into the room. She took one last fleeting look at Kyle and left for the academy.

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When she returned to the academy, she was met with only Nan, Queenie, and Madison. Noticing Zoe’s absence, she asked where she was.

“She didn’t tell us where she was going, just left.” Said Nan.

While the girls were at the academy, Zoe was at Troost Medical Center, just barely an hour after Sadie left. She wandered the halls, wondering how she was going to find Ian. She noticed a group of somber college students leaving their room and slipped in after them.

She first saw the boy Sadie was with, before walking further into the room, hoping to find Ian

“Please be Ian, please, please, please let it be Ian..” She whispered to herself as she approached the separation curtain. She moved the curtain to not see Ian, but instead Brenner, the boy who led the attack on Madison. Tears welling in her eyes, she moves closer to the bed, looking down at him.

“It should have been you asshole.”

She turns to leave, then pauses, looking back at Brenner. She made her way back to Brenner's bed, once again looking down at him. This time instead of anger mingled with sadness, it was anger mingled with a vengeance.

She reached under the covers, masturbating him. Climbing over his legs to staddle him, she guided him inside her. His eyes began to open, barely registering what was happening, before they started filling with blood. Soon, every orifice began bleeding, the machines he was attached to beeping wildly. She speeds up, knowing help will be arriving soon, and watched as the life slipped from his eyes. She climbed off him before finally leaving.

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Sadie was downstairs when Zoe came home.

‘Hey, where were you?” Sadie asked, “Cordelia and I asked but no one knew where you went.”

Zoe was silent for a moment, not knowing what to tell her.

“Uh, yeah, I had something to take care of,” Zoe said, hoping that Sadie would leave it at that.

But, of course, she did not.

“‘Something to take care of?’ Zoe, do you know how suspicious that sounds?” A light chuckle escaped her lips as she said that. Turning more serious she waited until Zoe met her eyes before saying, “You can tell me what you were doing, you know. I’m not gonna tattle.”

Zoe contemplated for a second, trusting Sadie more than anyone in the academy (with the exception of Cordelia). She went over to Sadie, sitting next to her before talking.

“I went to Troost. I wanted to see if Ian made it.”

“I went too,” Saide admitted. “I wanted to know if Kyle survived.” She paused, looking at Zoe when she said nothing. “Did Ian?”

Zoe’s eyes were filling with tears again.

“No,” she said, her voice wavering from being on the edge of tears. “No, he died when the asshole that attacked Madison survived.”

Sadie’s face twisted in concern.

“Which one?” She asked.

“The main one,” Zoe replies, sniffling. “The one who was on her when we walked in.”

Sadie was pissed. It wasn’t fair that the disgusting asshole who led the attack on Madison survived the crash when someone more deserving didn’t.

“That asshole’s alive?”

Zoe paused, turning away from Sadie’s eyes. Hesitantly, she replied.

“He was alive.”

Sadie looked at Zoe, all anger she felt melting into alarm and concern for the girl sitting in front of her.

“Zoe, what did you do.” She said, her voice mirroring her concerned state.

Instead of answering her question, Zoe stood from her chair, tears running down her face.

“It wasn’t fair! That asshole survived when he should have been dead! I only did what he deserved.”

Sadie stood up to meet Zoe, placing her hands on her shoulders. She waited until Zoe would look her in her eyes, before saying in a calm voice,

“Zoe, calm down, lower your voice. Did anyone see you?”

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Sadie said. She took her hands off her shoulders, leaning down to grab Zoe’s bag. Handing it to her, she told her, “Go to bed. If anyone saw you or if anything happens I’ll help you take care of it, okay? I promise. But you should get some sleep.”

Zoe took her bag from Sadie’s hands, wiping the last few tears off her cheeks. She shouldered her bag before thanking Sadie and making her way upstairs.

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bendiwendi · 2 years ago

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‘sup. im Alpha Male and this is my crew: we got Beta Bro, Gamma Guy, Delta Dude, Lambda Loco , Theta Thot, The Phi&Pi Pals, Sigma Stud, Mu Man, and Kappa Kyle

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auroracalisto · 4 years ago

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i don’t wanna be alone

summary: college is filled with events that happen one right after the other. that being said, montana practically begs the reader to go to a party, and there, our dear reader finds herself in quite a predicament.

pairing: xavier x reader, platonic! montana x reader, platonic! montana x xavier

word count: 3.6k words

warnings: alcohol, drinking, slight ooc with the characters, reader is touched up by some guy while she’s drunk, please DO NOT read if you are uncomfortable with mentions of sexual assault and things like that. it is in this.

a/n: modern! college! au with select characters from ahs (mostly 1984 tbh). not me going off of a plot idea i created while driving home from work,,,, wouldn’t be the first time. characters include: xavier, chet, montana, mentions ray and brooke, also nodes to kyle spencer’s frat, kappa lambda gamma. also, would this be considered an innocent! reader? maybe just a female reader that really hasn’t done much of partying and drinking.

You sighed for what seemed to be the fifth time, your head pressing up against the library book you were searching for. You couldn’t find what you needed for your essay, and this had been the third book you had pulled off the shelf. You rubbed your eyes, flinching as someone nudges your arm. You furrowed your brows and quickly looked over, spotting Montana, your roommate who had yet to leave your side, and her pretty smile.

“Once you're done,” she said, “Xav and Chet wanna meet up by the cafe.”

You groaned softly and let your head fall back on your book. “What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost six. If we leave now, there might still be something good left.”

You knew she was right. As Montana started to get her things ready, you stood up and stuffed what you brought with you back into your backpack. You then grabbed a couple other books, taking them up to the counter and checking them out.

“Is that even what you needed?” Montana asked, popping her bubblegum as she came up beside you.

You just shrugged. You didn’t even know what you needed, but at this point, anything would have been better than nothing. When the librarian handed you back your student card, you stuffed it into your pocket and grabbed your books. Montana took a hold of your elbow and led you out of the library. The two of you trekked over to the building that held your cafeteria, noting that there weren’t actually a lot of people inside at the moment. It was odd. Six to seven were usually the busiest hours, but you weren’t about to complain.

Montana got in front of you, swiping her card to get her meal for the evening. She got your card out of your backpocket, after realizing it might be hard for you with all the books you had in your hands.

She handed the cook your card, and just as she was swiping it, a strong hand came down on your shoulder. You flinched, quickly looking back with wide eyes, only to see a grinning Xavier.

“If I would have dropped my books—”

“—you didn’t,” he said, sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner. He grinned at you, handing the cook his own card as Chet got his card ready. Montana stuffed yours back into your pocket.

“Wanna sit towards the windows?” Montana asked, grabbing a hold of your elbow again. You nodded, following close behind her.

Xavier came up right beside you, taking a couple of the books from you and sitting them down on the window seal. “What are these for? The fu—Nicomachean Ethics? What the hell is that?”

“It’s for my philosophy class,” you huffed softly, sitting your book bag down on your chair. “I don’t even know if I can use that.” Your eyes slightly widened as you looked over at Chet. “You’re in my philosophy! What are you doing for your essay?”

Chet blinked slowly at you for a moment before he spoke. “I haven’t started.”

You let your head fall back, closing your eyes.

Xavier poked your arm. “Come on. Let’s get food and then you can worry about that.”

You did as you were told, trudging up to the counters. You got your favorites, and then you also went to the drink counter and got your favorite drink. Before long, you were the first one to return to the table. You sat your things down and then you put your bookbag on the floor, replacing the bag in the chair with your body. You waited until your friends came back before you did anything else.

Xavier sat beside you, closest to the window, while Montana sat directly across from him and Chet sat directly across from you.

“Did you hear?” Montana excitedly began, sitting on the edge of her seat as her fork sunk into her salad. “Kappa’s having their Homecoming party this Saturday. It’s supposed to be the biggest one of the semester,” she spoke, looking over at you. She sent you a smile. “I would love it if you went with me, [Your name].”

“Uhhh, I dunno,” you shrugged, beginning to eat from your own plate. “I don’t really do parties.”

“We’re all going,” Chet said, leaning back in his seat as he picked up a carrot off of Montana’s plate. “Hell, even Ray and Brooke are going. You’d be the only one out of us not going. You’d really wanna be the odd one out?”

You rolled your eyes. “Do you really want me to go?” you looked over at Montana, exasperated.

It was almost as if you were the odd one out. Your little group of friends, save for you, all came to college, knowing each other one way or another. You just so happened to be Montana’s random roommate, and she slowly integrated you into their lives. They each thought you were awesome, but it still didn’t make you feel any less out of touch with them, at times.

Xavier leant over, his face close to yours. You turned to face him, flinching slightly at how close he was.

“What?” you asked, taking a piece of your food and shoving it at his mouth.

He ate whatever it was that you had given him, sitting back in his chair. “You should come. It’ll be fun. At least for a little bit,” he grinned. “I heard they’re gonna have Kappa juice,” he said, looking over at Montana, who’s eyes brightened at the mention.

“What’s that?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s like. A bunch of alcohol. No, a shit ton of alcohol all mixed together. God, it’s supposed to get you hammered with one fucking cup,” Montana grinned.

“And you wanna do that?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Come on, [Your name],” she practically begged, launching herself over the table to take a hold of your hands. “We’ll have Xav get you something like Smirnoff, so you can still drink but you won’t have to have Kappa juice. How about that?”

You blinked slowly at Montana before you groaned. “Fine.” You looked over at Xavier, unable to stop your cheeks from burning. “Could you…?”

He smiled and nodded.

“I’ll pay you back,” you said, a relieved smile quickly forming on your lips. “But,” you looked over at Montana, narrowing your eyes. “I have to get this essay finished before Saturday. So nothing else crazy. Okay?”

Montana grinned and quickly nodded. “Got it.”

You finished up your food before everyone else and you grabbed your book bag, looking at Montana. “I’m gonna head back to the dorms. I’ll try to finish this essay,” you sighed. Picking up your plate and your cup, you looked at Chet. “Text me when you start yours?”

When he nodded, you took your leave, unaware of the silent victory party Montana was celebrating.

“This will be her first party,” she said, wiggling a finger in Xavier’s direction. “Don’t do anything stupid. And don’t let me see you hooking up with anyone while she’s there. I’ll personally end you.”

Xavier grinned. “Whatever.”

Montana rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Xav. She really likes you, even though she won’t admit it. It’s probably the only reason she agreed to come,” she laughed, leaning back in her seat.

“Whatever,” he repeated, his smile only growing.

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Saturday came sooner than you had anticipated. Luckily, however, you had finished your essay just the day before, so you spent most of Saturday afternoon getting ready for this damn party.

Montana came out of the bathroom, her hair done up nice and her makeup as perfect as always. She looked over at you and grinned. “How do I look?”

You looked over at her and grinned. “Great.”

Montana laughed and went to grab her phone. “They have a frat house.”

“I know.”

“I meant, that’s where the party’s gonna be. You wanna walk or have Xav drive us?”

“I already owe him for the drinks. I’ll just walk.”

Montana pouted at you but she nodded. “Alright. I’ll wear comfy shoes then,” she sighed, grabbing her purse. “Are you ready?” she asked you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you gave a hesitant nod. “Yeah, I’m ready. Do I look okay?” you turned to face her.

You wanted to wipe that shit-eating grin off her face. “Xavier would think you’re cute—”

“—what! Could you stop saying shit like that!”

“It’s true, [Your name]!” she dramatically cried, grabbing onto your arms. “You’re wearing his favorite color. I should know.”

You sighed, remembering that the two of them did have a thing back in the day. You shook your head and grabbed onto your friend’s hand. “Can we go now?”

Montana smiled and led you out of your dorm.

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Just moments after you left the dorm, you found yourself in front of the frat house. It was already bustling with drunk students. People were making out, dancing to the loud music, playing beer pong, and quite literally drinking so much alcohol that it probably wasn’t good for their organs.

You stood close to Montana as she got a cup of whatever the hell Kappa juice was and you looked around. You spotted Xavier and Chet, who weaved their way through the crowd. Xavier smiled when he saw you, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

Xavier extended the case of Smirnoff he bought for you, and you thanked him by giving him a quick hug. It felt like your heart had stopped at this point, and your cheeks burned red. But that quickly diminished when Xavier hugged you back with a laugh.

“You must be nervous!” he practically shouted over the loud music.

You smiled and just nodded, eyeing the Smirnoff.

Chet took one of them and opened it up for you, which you gladly took. You sat the rest of the case down by the couch, where you knew you would be staying for the rest of the night.

Montana came back over to you, grinning as she took a bite of fruit. “[Your name], I know I begged you to come out here, but I’m gonna do it again. Please, pleeease,” she came in front of you, holding out her cup. “Try this.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, grimacing at the smell of alcohol. “Uh, no thanks.”

“[Your name],” she pouted, staring you down. “You should like. Chug it or some shit.”

You purse your lips, knowing that Montana wasn’t going to stop. You took the red solo cup and braced yourself for the sting.

“You don’t have to drink it,” Xavier said, frowning over at Montana.

“Shhh,” Montana swatted his arm. You had only been there for a couple of minutes, but Montana must have already drank quite a few.

You ignored Xavier and downed the drink in a couple gulps, fighting back your watery eyes. You coughed after you finished the drink, shoving the cup back in Montana’s hand.

“Shit,” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut. Whatever was in that drink was potent, all in itself. You sat down on the couch, watching as Xavier walked off to get himself a drink.

Montana grinned at you. “Want another one?”

She had already grabbed two cups. Before you knew it, you were downing a second. And then a third. And then a fourth. Two of the Smirnoff bottles were empty, thanks to you. The rest had been taken by some other party-goers.

Montana took your hands, forcing you to your feet. The room began to spin and you held onto your roommate’s hands, stumbling slightly into her. Montana just laughed at you, leading you to God knows where.

Just a moment after she had forced you to walk into the kitchen, she left you standing there. Some guy had offered her another drink, and she took it. She was just as drunk as everyone around you.

You stood in the kitchen, your head resting against the cabinet. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to shake the fuzzy feeling that ran all through your body.

“[Your name]?”

You looked up, trying to figure out who said your name. You spotted Xavier there and you grinned.

“Xav…”

“Shit,” he frowned at you. “How much did you drink, sweetheart?” he asked, coming over to press a hand to your forehead. You were burning up.

“Hmmm,” you shrugged, not knowing the answer. “Why aren’t you drinking?” you grinned, taking a step forward. But that single step almost sent you tumbling to the floor—you were lucky that Xavier caught you.

“I’m tonight’s designated driver,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on. You look like shit, [Your name].”

“Shhh,” you swatted at his arm. “Don’t say that…”

He rolled his eyes, again, causing you to pout up at him.

“God, you’re gonna be so hungover,” he breathed out, taking a hold of your hands. He led you out to his van, getting you into the passenger seat. “I’m gonna get everyone else. We need to get you back to the dorm.”

“Wait, wait,” you quickly said, taking his hands. “What time is it?” you grinned. “It was just nine—”

“It’s almost three in the morning, [Your name],” he said, a dumbfounded expression crossing his features.

You blinked at him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. You let him go, sitting back in the van’s seat.

It felt like Xavier had been gone for hours, but in reality, it had only been a couple of minutes. Leaving you alone probably wasn’t a good idea.

You got out of the van, slamming the door shut behind you. You leaned against it and breathed in the cool night air, closing your eyes.

You didn’t notice the frat boy that came up beside you.

He cleared his throat and you looked up at him. He gave you a kind smile.

“Hey,” he softly said, standing in front of you.

“Hi…”

Something about him made you uncomfortable, but you couldn’t quite place it.

The man came closer and he took a hold of your hand. “You look like you’re completely fucked,” he let out a laugh. “Maybe we should make that in more ways than one.”

You didn’t understand what he meant by that, and it still barely registered by the time he had slammed his lips against yours. One of his hands quickly took ahold of your wrists and he held them above your head. You weakly tugged, most of your basic abilities being dumbed down from the alcohol.

“Wait,” you began, a look of panic washing over you. “Wait, stop—”

He didn’t listen. He continued on, his other hand grabbing the edge of your shirt.

Tears began to form in your eyes and you began to say the only name that came to your clouded mind: “Xavier.”

He pulled back from your lips, rolling his eyes. “My name is John.”

You realized that this might help you. You repeated his name, again and again, to the point where John was getting pissed off. He slammed your shoulders against the van, your head hitting off the glass window just behind you. You gasped in pain, squeezing your eyes shut. But then, the weight that was once on top of you was gone. You didn’t dare open your eyes, afraid that the same person would be there, watching you.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh met your eyes, but you couldn’t make much of anything else out of it.

Someone came over to you and cupped your cheeks. You quickly opened your eyes, your hands pressing against the chest of whoever was holding you.

“Stop, stop,” you quickly said, your eyes wide until you recognized those baby blues. “Oh.. Oh, Xavier,” you began, unable to stop your tears. Xavier enveloped you into a tight hug.

“Come on… Let’s leave, okay?”

You quickly nodded and he helped you back into the passenger side, quickly buckling your seatbelt.

[]

The rest of that night went by in a blur to you. The only thing you remembered was waking up with Montana in the corner of the room talking to whoever the hell was in your dorm. You quickly pulled the covers off of you, trying to get out of the bed as quickly as possibly. Once your legs were untangled from the blankets, you took off to your bathroom, and practically fell right beside the porcelain bowl. Everything that you had eaten the night before and everything you had drank came up that morning.

“Gross,” Montana groaned from where she sat, looking over at Xavier and Chet. “She really got that drunk?”

“Some of us can hold our liquor, Tana,” Chet nudged her with his sock-clad foot. He sat at Montana’s desk, while Montana and Xavier sat on her twin-sized bed.

Montana rolled her eyes. “Next time, stop her,” she said, looking at Xavier. “You were the DD, right? Why didn’t you pay attention to her?”

Xavier looked at Montana in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right? I had to babysit how many last night?”

Montana blushed and she mumbled about something, grabbing her phone.

When Xavier heard you flush the toilet, he got down from Montana’s bed and grabbed one of your towels. He walked into the hallway that was connected to your bathroom and he hesitantly crouched down beside you.

“Hey,” he softly spoke.

Your head pounded, but Xavier didn’t hurt it as much as you thought he would have.

You looked up at the man, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached forward with the towel and gently wiped them away.

“How you feelin’, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Like shit.”

“Fair,” he chuckled softly.

“How much did I drink..?”

“Hell if I know,” he admitted. Xavier dabbed the towel against your forehead, and around your mouth. “Brush your teeth and then sit it on the counter. You’re probably gonna get sick again, but after today, we’ll throw your toothbrush away.”

He went to stand, but you quickly grabbed his wrist, making him stay where he was.

“Thank you, Xav.”

He looked at you in confusion.

“For last night.”

Xavier just smiled at you. “Yeah… No problem, [Your name].”

He went to stand again, but you stopped him once more.

“I know I probably look so gross,” you winced at the thought of how you might look to him. “And you probably don’t wanna be around someone that smells like a bar. But please. Just. Stay.”

He watched you with soft eyes but nodded. He sat back down on the tile floor, staying with you for as long as he could that afternoon.

[]

You were mad at Montana, to say the least, but you knew you couldn’t hold it against her. She was drunk when she pressured you into drinking, and you fell for it. It was as much your fault as it was hers.

That next day, the Sunday before your philosophy essay was due, Montana had left to go out to eat with Chet. You had your dorm to yourself. And you were glad.

But you kept thinking back to Xavier.

He literally saved you—you remembered that much. And then, yesterday morning, he stayed with you, well into the later hours of the day. You couldn’t believe him, for a second, but at the same time, it only made your crush for him grow.

You laid back on your bed, staring up at the white ceiling. You didn’t know if you should tell him at this point. However, one thing was certain, there was a part of Xavier that had to care for you. Sure, you were pretty good friends, but pretty good friends stop at some point with how much they help you. At least, you were hoping.

You sighed and rolled over in your bed, picking up your phone. You had a couple of text messages from Xavier, and right as you clicked on one, there was a knock at your door.

You groaned and got up from your bed. Not even checking the peephole before you opened the door, you unlocked it and swung it open.

Xavier stood there, a sheepish grin on his face.

“You weren’t answering so I thought you were busy. Uh,” he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his throat. “[Your name], I’ve been thinking. And maybe it’s because of what happened the other night. Seeing that guy touch you up made me so mad. I don’t—I don’t ever wanna see another guy touching you like that, [Your name].”

Your eyes widened a bit as you stared him down. “What?”

“[Your name], what I’m trying to say was, I’m sorry it took for a party and someone assaulting you for realizing that I should have asked you out sooner.”

Your cheeks burned once more, just like they did many times the past couple of days. You looked up at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“You, uh, do you have plans today?” he asked.

You shook your head. He smiled.

“Let me take you out for lunch or something. You, uh, probably wanna get out of your dorm, yeah?”

You thought for a moment before nodding. “Yeah.”

Xavier smiled. “Just, uh… just tell me I’m not crazy for thinking you like me back?”

“You’re not crazy, Xav.”

He smiled even more.

“I’m sorry you had to see me drunk before you realized you liked me,” you couldn’t help but laugh.

He blushed, shaking his head. “Yeah. That was dumb of me. But, uh, now you know?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t even start. You sound like my philosophy professor.”

“What the hell—”

You just grinned, reaching into your closet to grab a coat. “Let’s go, then.”

Xavier wasn’t lying when he said that—he did hate that it took such a build up for him to confess to you. But at least he knew that you really did like him. And the fact that you agreed to go out to eat with him made him feel even better about the situation, even if you still had a dull headache and his knuckles were all scratched up.

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lambda

pairing: frat!mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, enemies to lovers (kinda), smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, language, cringey frat stuff, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), explicit sex.

word count: 11,400+

summary: your last choice was renting a room at a frat house over the summer, especially after you told yourself you were done with anything frat related, but when your ex ditches you last minute its your only option. now... if only you could stop dreaming about the president of lambda chi.

a/n: surprise again! mark won the poll!! but like I said i think i’m going to continue doing a frat one shot for each member. so it’ll be like a little anthology series!! but i have no clue when i will write the other once so please bare with me :) Also if there’s some frat stuff in here that doesn’t make sense just let me know in my ask or if you have any questions i’ll be happy to answer!

“Who do you know here?” you found yourself being asked before even fully stepping onto the property.

The douchey guy with his backwards baseball cap and muscle tee – sporting his letters of course – looked you up and down as if trying to place you.

“No one actually.”

He looked confused, “wait seriously? You’re just going to admit that right off the bat? Usually people try to make something up.”

“See I’m not here to play games… Kyle? I’m guessing your name is Kyle. I have the unfortunate pleasure of living here over the summer, because this was the cheapest and most last-minute housing I could find. Now I’m just going to go up to my room and mind my own business while you and your brothers throw this stupid party that better be over before midnight.”

“You could have just said you live here…” the boy mumbled mostly to himself, “well welcome home and congrats on moving in! I’m Bambam by the way.”

He thrusted his hand forward to you, almost forgetting about the mob of people behind you waiting to get in and see if they pass the “vibe” check to get past the front door. You were sure in any other circumstance you would not be passing the vibe check.

“Wow Bambam…” you said to yourself considering the name. He looked delighted as if you were so enthralled by the unique quality of it. You were however, thinking about how Bambam was even worse than “Kyle.”

“And you are?” he asked.

“Dude can you stop flirting and keep the line moving! I’m trying to get wasted before 11!” someone yells from deep in the line behind you.

“Hey! I’m the one who says how fast or slow this line moves! Fuck off man or you can go find your own kick back,” Kyl- Bambam yelled.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes, “you call this a kick back?” You gestured to the full house behind him, deciding to leave out those who were sitting on the roof.

“If the normal school year isn’t in session and the house isn’t over 50% occupied with members, then it’s a kick back. Chapter rules.”

“Would love to see that rulebook, if you have it handy,” you laughed, joking. Somehow, Bambam didn’t get it and cocked his head to the side absorbing your comment, “you really want to see the rules? I mean I could bring it to you later if you-”

“That’s fine Kyl-Bambam, I’m good. I’m just going to go inside now.”

“Bet, see you later.”

The way he said it makes you think that he means he’ll see you later at the party. That would however be completely wrong, because there was no way you were going to hang out with these disgusting egocentric heathens that just want to fuck and get drunk.

Fraternity housing hadn’t been you first choice for this summer. In fact, it probably hadn’t been your last choice either, but this is what you were stuck with. Staying at school over the summer had been a very last-minute choice – for reasons you weren’t ready to discuss – and by the time you were searching for housing, everything that was cheap and decent had been taken. Instead you were left with cheap and… chaotic.

“Whoa watch out!” You heard being yelled by some douche in a bucket hat as soon as you stepped into your new home.

It had been a week since you moved in, but you hadn’t made any effort to get to know any of the other people staying over the summer. Regardless of whether they were in the same predicament as you or if they were actually members of the org, you weren’t particularly interested in face to face time. After the Spring Quarter you had, you needed alone time and this summer you didn’t plan on making friends with your housemates… Especially if they were in a frat.

Your first week had actually, however, gone somewhat okay. No one had tried to interact with you – in fact you had barely seen anyone else in the house – and there had been no disturbing sounds or noises… It almost didn’t feel like you were living in a frat house, besides the urinals in the bathroom and the boxes of energy drinks that lined a few of the hallways. You were pleased to say the least, until you turned onto Greek row and heard all of the noise from the corner.

Please don’t be Lambda. Please don’t be Lambda. Please don’t be Lambda. Please don’t be Lamb-

The silent prayer in your head clearly hadn’t been heard as you had grown closer and closer to the house you were staying in. Lo and behold you had been met with a very large line of people waiting to get in, loud music and trash all over the lawn. What had you been expecting by choosing to live in a frat?

The bucket hat guy’s warning didn’t faze you. As soon as you process his words you placed your hand up to smack the Styrofoam football he had thrown to the ground. You weren’t in the mood for an obstacle course, you just wanted to get to your room and put in earplugs so you could rest before work tomorrow morning.

“Whoa you got mad fast reflexes. Do you play?” he asked grabbing the object off of the sticky floor.

You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely curious or not. But judging on the way he eyed you up and down, there were other things that were actually on his mind.

Side eyeing him, you snorted, “yeah… I’m not doing this,” you motioned your hand at him in circles and turned to head towards the main stairs. His words stopped you, “wow are we heading there already? Just give me a minute to tell my brothers I can’t watch drinks table anymore.”

Instinctively you cracked your knuckles, bucket hat guy found himself clearing his throat noticing the small detail that showcased your frustration. Turning around, it takes everything in you not to slap him, but more likely than not, this guy probably lived with you as well. Although you didn’t care for being friends with your housemates, it probably wouldn’t be a good look to be the housemate who slapped the people she shared a home with. So instead of a physical reaction, you simply clenched your jaw and went with the most basic response.

“I live here. I’m going to my room.”

Instead of showing any kind of shame or embarrassment for his very wrong estimate about where the situation was going, bucket hat clicks his tongue – almost in a disapproving way.

“Just watch out… we’re using the rooms on the second floor for hookup space. Or wait was it the third?”

As if you couldn’t have been more annoyed.

“What the fuck? How can you guys use the rooms up there when people are renting them out? How can you even use them when they’re locked?”

Bucket hat started to blink too much as if considering your very real query, “The President has a master key to all the rooms. What do you expect deciding to live in Greek housing for the summer?”

If you had known how much this frat didn’t care about personal space or just basic human rights, you would have never chosen to stay at Lambda Chi. In fact, you would have never chosen a fraternity at all – cheap price or not.

“Is it the second or third floor?”

“Don’t remember,” he hummed, no longer paying you any mind but twirling the football in his hand and eyeing a group of girls who had walked by.

Groaning, you snapped your fingers to regain his attention, “It makes a difference so remember.”

He shrugged and looked at you with an annoyed look on his face, “listen you’re kind of bringing my mood down… And I think I hear someone calling me from the kitchen so…” he pointed his thumb somewhere behind him, “I’m just gonna do that instead.”

Bucket hat guy leaves you standing in the main foyer, squished amongst other people, without another word. Although, you swear you heard him mutter something about you “not passing the vibe check.”

Left without a clue of what to do, you figured that the only viable option you had was to go find the President. Luckily bucket hat gave you one sliver of useful information.

Whipping around, you go to ask Bambam where exactly you could find the President, but he’s too enthralled in a conversation with one of the girl’s waiting in line to get in. It probably would do you more harm than good to get involved in that.

Searching around the space in the front of the house, you look for another brother who could perhaps help you with your task.

Right… Shouldn’t be too hard. Just look for someone who’s confident enough to think they’d be able to get out of a DUI.

A loud laugh caught your attention, it comes from a guy holding a Grey Goose bottle and letting random girls take pulls out of it.

Perfect.

You approached him, placing a gentle hand on his arm that holds the bottle to get his attention. He took notice of you immediately, giving you the same exact look bucket hat had given you earlier. What was up with these guys? They weren’t even trying to be subtle.

“You want a pull?” He asked with a smirk, shaking the bottle in his hand at you.

Shaking your head, you cleared your throat, “I’m looking for the President… Where would I find him?”

Grey Goose bottle guy wiggled his eyebrows at you. Gross. “Ah I see… you want Mr. President. I think he’s in his room.” You wanted to be cordial, but these people just weren’t making it easy.

“What room is his again?” You asked, batting your eyelashes in the most normal way possible – as if that was normal for you.

Grey Goose placed his hand under his chin and tapped it as if deep in thought. He paused and smiled, “I’ll tell you if you take a pull.”

Where were you right now? In what dimension was this actually happening to you? If you told your friends back home about having to take a pull from a bottle of Grey Goose in order to find the President of a fraternity to get him to stop maybe letting people hook up in the room you’re paying for, they wouldn’t believe you. You didn’t believe it.

Sighing you brought your hand up, in a “give it to me” motion. Grey Goose smiled proudly and brings the bottle up, tipping it into your mouth once you have your head leaned back and lips parted. It felt like forever by the time he finally brings the bottle up from your mouth. The burning sensation in your throat makes you want to throw up, and for a moment you think you are, but somehow you manage to take a deep breath and control yourself.

“That was awesome! I think you took like a shot and a half.” I know, you wanted to yell at him, but you bit your tongue. Usually pull meant a swig, not 66 milliliters of vodka.

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, already feeling lightheaded, you repeated your earlier question, “what room is his?”

Grey Goose nodded, “he’s on the third floor. There’s a huge sign on the door that says President with the chapter’s crest, you can’t miss it.” If it truly was that easy, maybe you should have just gone looking yourself instead of being blackmailed into consuming alcohol the night before you had to work.

“Thanks,” you muttered to him, not bothering to wait and hear a response. You found yourself back at the main stairs, taking two steps at a time until you reached the third floor. It wasn’t long before you realized Grey Goose was right, his room wasn’t hard to miss.

Usually you were a rational thinker. You liked thinking out your thoughts before you turned them into actions, but in this case, you couldn’t stop yourself from knocking on the door as soon as you’re in front of it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There’s no answer. Was it possible he wasn’t in his room anymore? You tried again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This time your ears catch noise behind the door. There was someone inside, but they were just choosing to ignore you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This time the noise was clearer and you can make out specific words being said.

“Maybe they’ll just go away.”

Before you could stop your usual logical mind, you’re reaching for the doorknob – annoyed by this “President” who was trying to make you leave. To your surprise, the handle turns and you swung the door open slowly, being met with a mostly dark room aside from one bedside lamp being on.

“What the fuck?” The deep voice startled you as if you had been expecting no one to actually be on the other side of the door. What the hell were you doing?

Your eyes landed on the large bed in the middle of the room and you really wished you hadn’t. The two half naked figures on top of one another looked at you with wide eyes, the girl immediately grabbing the comforter to cover herself pushing the guy, causing him to fall off the bed.

“Are you for real right now?” the guy asked you from the floor, “get the fuck out!”

You felt frozen in your spot, your hand still on the door knob and unable to break your gaze from the boy on the floor. It was like you were a virgin again based on the way you were staring at his toned chest and muscular arms. You were certain if he hadn’t been sitting and crouched on the floor, you would be eyeing the black boxer briefs that rest on his hips.

“What’s wrong with you? I said get out!”

It’s almost as though his second demand for you to leave is what woke you up, suddenly mumbling a “sorry,” and shutting the door closed.

Opening the door to someone’s room without approval wasn’t something you typically did – you had simply done it as a reaction to the stressful situation you were in. Openly staring at a frat boy definitely wasn’t something you typically did either. It was like your brain had shut off and you weren’t going to let it happen again.

You continued standing in front of the door, unsure of what to do. Should you wait for him to… finish? Was that even the President? Maybe this was your sign that the third floor was the hook up floor. If so, then you were in the clear to go back to your room… so why didn’t your feet want to move?

“Mina come on! Don’t leave! We can keep going!” This time the voice behind the door is much louder and clear.

“You were dumb enough to leave it unlocked! I shouldn’t even be doing this anyways… my loyalty lies with Sigma Chi.”

“What? Just because they’re Phi Mu’s affiliate frat? That’s bullshit!”

“My sisters will kill me if they find out I was with a Lambda,” you heard her say, her voice becoming louder signaling she was approaching the door.

“I don’t understand why that has to stop us from fucking though!”

The door swung open and you find yourself taking a step back, looking away to pretend like you weren’t eavesdropping. The girl glanced at you and rolled her eyes before ignoring the boy behind and heading down the hallway to go downstairs.

While pretending to be fixated on the wall’s chipped paint, you glanced out of the corner of your eye to see the guy in his doorway, clearly annoyed at the situation. He ran his hand through his hair out of frustration and you can’t ignore how fluffy it looked. You watched him run it through three times, before you make yourself look away.

“You,” he grumbled pointing at you, “Here. Now.” He quickly turned, going back into his room, leaving the door open for you to follow. You think that maybe you shouldn’t follow him, but judging on the way he looked back at you with an intimidating stare, it was probably the right choice.

You awkwardly stood next to his desk and watched him reach into his closet to grab a robe to throw over his naked torso, shielding his body from you. As he tied it and sat down on the bed, leaning forward, you’re able to see a sliver of his chest and collarbone where the robe hangs down. It confused you as to why he wouldn’t just put his regular clothes back on, but you found yourself not being annoyed in the slightest at the display of skin.

His eyes bore into you, and it’s almost as though he’s waiting for you to speak first – to say something to make up for your invasion of his privacy.

“Are you the President?”

He looked at you as if you were insane, “what the hell does it say on the door?”

All of the annoyance and frustration that had fueled your fire downstairs, making you a woman on a rampage had dissipated. For some reason standing in front of this guy, you felt like a small child being talked down to. In any other situation you would fight back and show him you weren’t going to take his tone, but for some reason you couldn’t find it in you.

“I was just making sure… okay?”

Mr. President cracked his knuckles, “Why the hell did you barge into my room?” You don’t answer him. You were trying to think of what you would normally say or do to a guy like this, but your mind went blank once again. “You just cost me a hook up tonight, so speak.” His tone is a mixture of aggravated and bored – if that was something that was even possible.

“I mean you’re the one who left the door unlocked…” you mumbled to yourself, but the anger on his face signals that he heard. He threw up his hands, “That still doesn’t give you the right to just walk into a room that’s not yours.”

That really got you. You felt the flame within you being lit once again. “Look who’s talking.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re the one who’s letting people’s rooms be used for sex without their permission. Invading their privacy!” you growled.

Mr. President blinked at you blankly and judging on his reaction, it almost seemed like he didn’t know what you were talking about. Oh… he’s good.

“Excuse me? What kind of place do you think this is? This isn’t an authoritarian regime.”

You took a step forward to where he sat on the bed, waving your finger, “then explain to me why one of your little minions downstairs told me that.”

“I have no clue who would tell you that… or why.”

“Bucket hat… football,” those are the only two words you can think of to describe him, but you hoped that would be enough. Almost instantly he nodded, “Ah Jaebeom… Yeah he was definitely just fucking with you.”

You took a step back out of shock. This was all a joke? These idiot Lambda Chi boys had been playing you? “So, I took a pull from Grey Goose guy’s bottle for nothing? I came up here for nothing? I walked in on you and Ms. Phi Mu for nothing?”

He ignored your comment about the girl’s sorority, a clear admission that you had been listening through the door, “Grey Goose? Do you mean Youngjae?”

The last fifteen minutes had filled you with enough inconveniences, stress, annoyance and embarrassment to feel like a lifetime… and this was only after one week of living in this house. How were you going to last the entire summer? Deal with all of the parties… the douchey boys objectifying you and treating everything like it was a funny joke. Not to mention their chapter’s President who seemed bitter and rude. Surprisingly attractive… but bitter and rude.

Instead of confirming Mr. President’s suspicions that Grey Goose guy was indeed this Youngjae person, you nodded solemnly towards the direction of his door, “I’m going to my room.”

“Wait… you’re living here over the summer?”

When he asked the question, you begin to feel the alcohol you had consumed earlier. Instead of feeling drunk it made you feel dizzy, tired and heavy. It made you feel even more defeated than you already felt from your sudden reality that this was your life for the next three months.

You threw up an unenthusiastic thumbs up and slowly made your way to the door. He looked at you stunned for your sudden disengagement in the conversation you were having. Although to you it didn’t feel like a conversation. Conversations were meant to be constructive, collaborative… Whatever this was, wasn’t that.

You’re in the doorway when he speaks again, “It’s Mark by the way… for when you dream about me later.”

Clenching your fists, you don’t give him the satisfaction of looking back no matter how much you weirdly want to. To see his fluffy hair, bounce as he shakes his head from side to side, that golden tanned skin, his huge-

That’s enough.

That night it takes you nearly two hours to fall asleep. You spend the first hour with a pillow over your head, trying to drown out the party downstairs. The second however, is spent thinking about one… Mr. President. It makes you feel nauseated and when you finally wake up for work the next the morning, all you can remember is the fluffy hair in your dream.

Four days had passed since the party and you hadn’t run into any of the brothers since then. No Kyle, no bucket hat, no Grey Goose. Or Bambam, Jaebom and Youngjae… or whatever. And no Mark. Not that you had been thinking about seeing him again.

Those four days felt peaceful – normal almost, that was until now. Those calming four days came to an end when you came home from your afternoon shift at work, the guys all sitting on the front porch with beers in their hands.

You were quite aware of “porch” culture amongst the fraternities at your school. The members would drag ratty old indoor furniture such as loveseats and armchairs onto the porch near the front door and sit there for hours. They’d drink their beers, play their loud music and shout things at people walking by. Yes, you knew porch culture very well… It was how you had met your ex-boyfriend.

“Well look who we have here!” Jaebeom – sans bucket hat – shouted as you began walking up the path to the porch, “haven’t seen you since the party sweetheart.”

“Shut up man you can’t say that stuff anymore. Feminism and all that,” Bambam said hitting Jaebeom’s shoulder. If you were held at gunpoint and forced to pick a favorite out of them – it would probably be Bambam. He had done the least to annoy you thus far, but you weren’t holding your breath.

“I’m going inside,” you hoped your emotionless tone is enough to get them to leave you be and just get into the house. You’d rather not spend any more time than you have to with the guys – especially during porch time.

“Heard you got history on the row Y/n,” Youngjae’s words made you stop in your tracks. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about, especially with them. You gave Youngjae a death glare, trying to communicate with him to keep his Grey Goose filled mouth shut.

The way Mark looked up at you behind his IPA doesn’t go unnoticed by you. In his mind he was trying to be discrete. He tried to present a look that was a mixture of intrigue but also indifference, even though in reality he was eager to hear his friend’s story about you.

“Some Sigma Chi history to be more specific,” Youngjae wiggled his eyebrows and you have to stop yourself from slapping the smile off of his face.

If there was anything you truly knew about frat guys, it was that every action they did or thing they said was all meant to get a reaction out whatever person they’re torturing. Acting like you didn’t care was going to bring the stakes down for Youngjae and he would ditch the story altogether. Clearing your throat, you shrugged your shoulders, “yeah so what. It’s history and history is in the past so… that’s all that needs to be said.”

He looked at you with the same stupid smile and it doesn’t falter at all. You must have shown too big of a reaction in your response.

“You dated Ryan for almost a year – I’d say that’s a record for someone at Sigma Chi,” him and the boys laughed – all of them except Mark who’s still looking at you, but pretending not to.

You tell yourself not to get upset, not to get angry or cry – because that’s what they wanted from you. Here they were treating the “relationship” you were in like a joke and you had to remain a stone wall, unaffected. Well fuck that.

“Yeah it was a record for me falling for the stupid and douchery of the typical frat guy who was actually fucking other girls the entire time unbeknownst to me because in actuality he never considered us together. But hey what can you do when you’re dealing with guys who have big egos and small dicks?”

The boys stared at you with blank faces, you swear you see Mark smile behind his bottle.

“Is she talking about us too?” Jaebeom whispered to Bambam, “Dude… I think maybe.” Without another word, you pushed open the front door aggressively, making sure it closes behind you loudly.

You don’t know why you thought your “relationship” with your ex-boyfriend was going to work out. The two of you had met because you had been passing by his house during porch time and he cat called you. What the fuck were you thinking? Even at that point you had thought guys in fraternities were terrible, but for some reason that day you just went along with one of them objectifying you… And you fucking made him into your “boyfriend.” That day you had been feeling insecure and low – that was the only explanation you had for your out of character actions.

Being with Ryan only continued your influx of out of character actions. You spent all you free time with him when you weren’t in school or working. Apparently however, all of his free time hadn’t been spent with you. The truth came out after you had planned on staying with him over the summer at his family’s lake house. It had been something you two had talked about for months and when you were only a month away, he had hit you with a bomb.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this live together thing over the summer. Samantha might get mad.”

To which you had asked, “who’s Samantha?” Then the guy who you had thought was your boyfriend went on to explain how the other girl he was seeing – Samantha – would get jealous if he brought you to the lake house instead of her. The next thing to come out of your mouth was a big “fuck you” and “I never want to see you again.” Hence why your decision to stay at school over the summer was so last minute and you were forced to stay in a fraternity house which was so much like the one your heart had been broken in only a month earlier.

You should have known Ryan wasn’t serious about you – no frat guy at your school would ever be serious with an unaffiliated girl like you. The sex should have told you how serious he was. It would always be the fast, rough kind of fucking where he mostly had you in doggy position or with your mouth around his dick. There was none of the lazy, slow passionate sex that came when you were actually serious or mesmerized by someone.

“What the hell is up with Sigma Chi getting all the hot girls?” you heard Jaebeom ask from the porch. The idiots had left the front window open so anyone could hear what they were talking about – but there weren’t really any boundaries when it came to brotherhood. Instead of leaving and going upstairs, you remained frozen in your spot with an ear positioned to the window. For some reason it seemed like living in this house was turning you into an eavesdropper.

“Guys don’t talk about her like that.” The chiming in from Mark surprised you, he had been so silent outside when you had been present that you didn’t really expect him to defend you.

“Oh really, why?”

“She’s not just a hot girl…” Mark paused for dramatic effect and you can practically hear all the guys on the edge of their seats, “she’s a super-hot girl.” You rolled your eyes as he finished his thought about you, the guys all giving him high fives and verbal agreement.

“So, what do you say Mr. President? Gonna try to hit that?”

Mark didn’t answer the second question, “Mr. President?”

Bambam laughed, “Oh yeah I overheard her on the phone the other night and that’s what she called you.” Okay maybe Bambam was no longer your favorite, “Mr. President and his fluffy hair.” You aren’t sure if you should be embarrassed because of him exposing you or offended because of the voice he uses to mimic your own. You did not sound like that.

Once again, all the guys laugh, but this time you can’t hear Mark’s own stand out giggling in the mix. For some reason you wished you could see his face right now. That’s when you decide it’s probably best to go upstairs.

“Take it, take it all,” Mark growled into your ear as he thrusted into you at a brutal pace. You couldn’t respond to him; your mind was too hazed over with pleasure.

“Wow my cock’s that good that you forgot how to speak? I know you think you’re smarter than me, but it looks like you’re wrong. All it takes is for me to be inside of you for one fucking minute for you to act like you don’t even know your own name.”

He’s right. He’s so right and all you can do is agree with him.

He brings his hand down between the two of you to rest on your clit, tapping his finger at the same pace he pumps into you at. “I know you think I’m a dumb frat boy who’s only good at drinking and partying, but how about now, hmm? Don’t you think I’m good at fucking this tight pussy?”

You awake with a gasp. You’re covered in sweat and your hand has somehow found its way underneath your shorts and underwear. Why the fuck were you having a sex dream about Mark? It felt like your entire body was on fire, even your fan being on the high setting wasn’t going to help you in cooling down.

Getting out of bed, you decided to head downstairs to the kitchen. What you needed was a popsicle and a bag of ice. The ice was to help how hot you felt, the popsicle was a distraction from thinking about whatever the fuck your subconscious had just come up with.

“Hello?” The voice coming out of nowhere causes you to jump as you swing one of the freezers in the large kitchen open. You attempted to squint your eyes in the darkness to make out who the voice belongs too, but it’s too difficult to see.

“If you keep your eyes like that, you’re going to ruin your vision,” the lowness of the voice takes you back to only moments ago in your room when you had been hot and absolutely bothered. It was the same voice from your dream.

“What are you doing down here?” you asked, moving your head around the space, still unable to properly see him.

Suddenly, Mark’s face comes into view as he stepped closer to you so he could be seen in the light of the freezer, he’s so close, you hold your breath, “what? No hello?”

You scoffed, “I usually don’t when people are just down here sitting in the dark.” Mark doesn’t respond to your comment about him lurking and positioned his glance to where your hand was placed in the freezer, “feeling hot?” Your eyes went wide, “w-what?”

He pointed to you hand resting on the box of popsicles, “the popsicles…” Laughing awkwardly you pulled one out from the package and go to reach for an ice pack, “oh… yeah.”

Mark nodded his head, “it’s pretty hot tonight… That’s why I came down here. You know heat rises and all that stuff… I’m on the third floor so…” he drifted off and his tone sounds off, unlike when you had first met him. He almost sounded nervous?

“Listen… I want to apologize for the guys on the porch the other day. They brought up all that stuff about you and your Sigma Chi dude… and it wasn’t cool.” You don’t think about the fact that he called you super-hot and laughed with all the guys, but instead you focus on how surprisingly genuine Mark sounded.

“I’m sorry too about coming into your room and ruining your night.”

“Nah you didn’t ruin my life,” there’s a weird pause and it makes you look away from him, but he’s quick to continue, “I mean that girl was just some stupid Phi Mu bimbo.” Without thinking about it, you hit his arm and he flinched at the pain, “ow!”

“You can’t call a woman stupid or a bimbo just because she wouldn’t sleep with you!” He placed his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, sorry! I’m still learning.”

Mark reached behind you into the freezer and grabbed a popsicle himself. When his arm brushes your shoulder and he gets close enough that you can feel his breath on your face you feel the same pulsing in your core from your dream.

“You should probably eat that… It’ll melt,” he motioned to the popsicle in your hand once he’s back in his original spot, “and close the freezer.”

“Right…” you nodded. It felt like you suddenly lost all intellect when you were around this guy, what was happening to you? It had happened with Ryan… but not on this scale at all.

Shutting the freezer, you’re both met with the darkness of the kitchen. This time you’re able to focus in on Mark’s face despite it being pitch black, both of you opening the wrappers of your icy dessert.

“Besides…” Mark began, going back to the previous topic, “from what I’ve learned… sorority girls are trouble. Not really what I’m looking for. I’d much rather be with someone unaffiliated.” His words caused you to choke on your popsicle, coughing until you feel like there’s no breath in you. Mark’s thankful for the darkness, otherwise you’d see his smile at you being so caught off guard.

“Are you okay?” He asked patting your back, just as you’re at the end of your coughing fit.

You nodded your head, but then realize he probably couldn’t see your gesture at being fine, “yeah I’m okay… just… went down the wrong pipe, ya know?”

“Oh, I know.” The way he said it almost suggests something, but you try not to think about it. Otherwise your panties were going to get more damp than they already were from earlier.

Mark takes a deep breath in and sighs after a moment, “I know you think I’m a dumb frat boy who’s only good at drinking and partying-” he began, but you cut him off immediately when you recognize his choice of words.

No fucking way.

They were the words from your dream. You felt your heart beat out of your chest and you became worried. You really didn’t want to hear what he was going to say next.

“I’m going to bed!”

“What?” Mark feels confused at your sudden announcement and the way you quickly rush out of the kitchen, the sound of your feet running up the stairs the only reply to his question.

You were strange… that was for sure. But he kinda liked it.

Smiling to himself, Mark finished up his popsicle in the darkness and headed upstairs to go to sleep.

“Mark fuck… please fuck me.”

“Oh, is that all you want from me? Is that all I’m good for?”

You aren’t sure what to say, what you need to do to convince him. “N-no.”

“Then tell me… what do you want from me... Really?”

The quick racing of your heart awoke you from your dream. Fuck… not another one.

Should you go see a therapist? Why was this happening to you? It was the third night in a row you had woken up to a Mark Tuan sex dream. This one however, felt different. Unlike the two before it where he was rough with you – this one it seemed like dream you wanted more. Of course, dream you wanted to still be fucked senseless by him – aka the frat boy way – but she was also holding back. She wanted more. She wanted something else. But what?

Climbing out of your bed, you trail down the hallway to the bathroom.

During normal term time all of the bathrooms were for the guys living in the house, but luckily for you they made a few of the bathrooms in the house “ladies only” for the few girls living in the house over the summer. You pushed the door of the bathroom open, being met with the now familiar poorly drawn and weirdly sexual woman stick figure picture taped over original sign.

Expecting to see an empty bedroom, you felt your jaw drop to the floor at Mark’s naked figure in the shower. He hadn’t even bothered closing the curtain.

You felt like you couldn’t move, you felt like you couldn’t think. With his eyes closed under the stream of water, your eyes trailed down his muscular shoulders to his toned abdomen, slowly going down to his length. The same one you had been dreaming about for the last three nights and your fantasies certainly didn’t do it justice.

Before you could truly comprehend the creepiness level of what you were doing, you heard Mark yelp in shock.

“What are you doing!” he yelled, grabbing the curtain from the side and moving it over the lower half of his body.

Your mouth went dry, “I-I-” You attempted to say something, but you felt your eyes watch the droplets of water that cascade down his skin.

“Y/n!” His words snapped you back into motion and you look up at him. It was difficult to say whether the redness on his cheeks were coming from the heat of the water or from his embarrassment of the situation. Mark himself wasn’t sure.

“I- this is the girl’s bathroom. Why are you in here?”

“This bathroom has the best water pressure in the house… I thought since it was so late no one would come in,” he stuttered.

Even though you’re supposed to be having a conversation with him, you find yourself still thinking about how he looked when you first walked in. How long and thick his cock was.

Still recovering from your dream and the peep show you had just been exposed to, you find yourself moving closer to the shower, “you didn’t even close the curtain… It’s almost like you wanted someone to come in here and find you.” He doesn’t say anything, but you make no mistake of noticing the way he grips the curtain harder against his body and the way his breathing gets heavier.

“Did you want someone to find you?” You’re so close to him now that you can feel the steam from the shower opening your pores.

Mark licked his lips, “maybe I wanted you to come find me.”

“Maybe or you did?”

“You know… you do kind of owe me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. What was he talking about? Weren’t you guys being all sexy? Weren’t you about to do something?

At your nonresponse he smirked and dropped the curtain, revealing all of himself to you once again, “you cockblocked me, so now it’s time for you to make up for it.”

Just like that with your core beginning to throb almost painfully at how much it wants to be touched, you’re set into motion. You join him in the shower, not even caring about getting your pajamas wet. It’s almost as if no logic matters in this moment to you, instead it’s all about you and Mark and your desires for one another.

He pulled you into a heated kiss, pulling you flush against his soaking wet body. You feel his length pressed up against you and you moaned instinctively at the feeling. Your hands roam up and down his body, feeling those muscles you had been obsessing over since your first encounter, stopping when your hand reaches his hardened member.

Instantly Mark groaned out at the feeling of your hand slowly stroking him. He had already felt sensitive and worked up as he had already been thinking about having you under him before you had entered the bathroom.

Mark’s noises send you into another moment of not caring about reality as you kneeled down before him. In any other situation you would be disgusted at the fact that you were willingly on your knees on the floor of a frat’s shower, but this wasn’t any other situation.

You plunge yourself onto him, mouth wide and your tongue lapping at his head. The sudden and almost vicious sucking nearly caused Mark to lose his balance and slip. You pay no mind to the water cascading down your back and beginning to weigh down your hair as you feel yourself be spurred on by the grunts and moans leaving Mark’s mouth.

As you moved more him into your mouth getting a mixture of pre-cum and water dripping from the corners of your lips, you felt Mark buck his hips into you further. The sudden fullness in your mouth until his head was at the back of your throat made you choke around him, Mark bringing his hand to the top of your head to stroke your hair.

“I know how good you are at choking. I know how much you love it, keep fucking going.”

The vibrations from you moaning at his words caused Mark to throw his head back, “show me how much you want my cum. Moan for me, show me.”

Bobbing your head up and down his length, you make no mistake as you continue your noises around him – not for his benefit, but you genuinely felt turned on at just giving him head.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” before he finished his thought, you felt his warm release in your mouth and you make sure to swallow it instantly.

The sounds of the shower running and Mark’s heavy breathing, coming down from his climax fill the bathroom. It feels like you could just stay here on your knees forever listening to the sounds and you would be fine.

Once Mark catches his breath, he leant down to grab your hand and lifted you up off the wet – and probably filthy – ground. He pulls you into his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead, “damn what the hell am I going to do with you?”

It’s like his words mean more than what he’s going to do with you in the bedroom and somehow that is the thing that finally snapped you into reality. It’s not seeing him naked; it’s not kissing him; it’s not getting down on your knees and suck him dry and it certainly isn’t swallowing his cum. What the hell am I going to do with you?

What the hell was he going to do with you? And what the hell were you going to do with him? The two of you didn’t make sense and you had to remind yourself that you were in a frat house… doing things of a sexual nature with a frat bro. You were not going to find yourself trapped like you were with Ryan. You had sworn off the kind of guy Mark is. You needed to leave it here… no matter how wet and turned on you were right now.

You took a step back, away from Mark and out of his arms, “I- um I should get dry.”

Mark took a step forward and you took another back. He cocked his head to the side, “well… let me help you.” His seductive gaze doesn’t go unnoticed to you, but you have to think with your head for a second. You had already gone against your own “no more frat boys, they can’t commit” beliefs once, you couldn’t do it a second time. You had to quit while you were ahead.

“I’m going to head to bed,” you stepped down from the shower and onto the bathroom tile. Mark lost for words at your sudden distance, “what? Why? Let me take care of you… You haven’t-” Waving your hands, you cut him off not wanting to hear it, “Mark… Don’t. Let’s just leave this at this. Me blowing you because I owed you one…” when it comes out of your mouth, you realize just how ridiculous it all sounded.

Mark took a step toward you, also coming out of the shower and reached to grab his towel, wrapping it around his waist. “Leave it at this? Y/n… I don’t think you understand, I-”

“Mark, I know the kind of guy you are. It’s who your friends are, it’s who all the guys living in this house are, it’s who my fucking ex-boyfriend was. I really can’t do another guy who’s just going to fuck me like I’m an object and be under his charming douchey spell, thinking that he’s all mine. I already did it once and if I did it twice, I think it would kill me. I’m sorry if I led you on or whatever by sucking your dick and making you think that we were going to fuck… and as much as my body wants to, I know it would be smart for me.”

Despite the seriousness of your words and confession, Mark found himself chuckling at the end of your monologue. He’s laughing at your word choice of “sorry if I led you on or whatever by sucking your dick,” but you don’t think about it that way. You think he’s laughing at all of it.

Typical frat guy, you think.

When he noticed the way, your mouth turned into a frown, he feels his heart leap out of his chest. He didn’t want to see you upset… ever. If he could just take some time to talk out how he was feeling to you, then maybe you’d understand how he was – “Goodnight Mark. I’d ask you not to tell you friends about this, but I know you will.”

And just like that you’re gone.

Two weeks and there had been no words exchanged between you and Mark. He had tried countless times to get your attention and talk to you, but you acted as if he didn’t exist. It didn’t go unnoticed by the other people in the house. Bambam prided himself on picking up on sexual tension and when he saw the way you and Mark acted around each other on that day on the porch, he felt it. Sure, the two of you hadn’t said anything, but Bambam could feel the pull between the two of you.

Although previously you didn’t talk to Mark that often in general, Bambam could sense something had happened – something wasn’t right between the two of you. It made him upset to see his brother so down, so… emotional.

“Guys… We have to do something about this Mark and Y/n situation,” Bambam said as he watched Jaebeom and Youngjae practice their beer pong aim in the backyard.

Youngjae looked at him confused, “what do you mean Mark and Y/n situation? There’s something going on there?”

Bambam felt like he wanted to hit him. How Youngjae could be so clueless? He wasn’t sure. “Do you not understand basic human emotions?” The older boy blinked at him mindlessly, before going back to throw the ball at the cups on the other side of the table.

“So anyways… I was thinking we could-”

“That was two! That was two! It totally hit the side of the other cup before it went in!” Youngjae yelled, interrupting Bambam’s big idea.

“Are you kidding? No way. Just take the one or I won’t even give you that,” Jaebeom rolled his eyes, he had enough of Youngjae’s cheating.

“What do you mean you won’t even give me that one? It went in!”

“Guys!” Bambam yelled, interrupting their bickering over the trivial game. They both looked at him with wide eyes, “Can you listen to me? I have a plan.”

Yawning, you decided it was probably time to head in for the night. It had been another long week of trying not to think about Mark.

You barely knew anything about the guy… but for some reason you had this weird pull to him. Deep inside your stomach you had this feeling telling you that this was the guy for you, he could be the one. You pushed it all down, your mind was just playing tricks on you – you were delusional thinking he could be the one.

Heading down the hallway to the bathroom – yes, the same bathroom – to brush your teeth you spot Youngjae coming down the corner. You tried your best to avoid his gaze, it was better safe than sorry to just proceed by ignoring Mark’s friends too.

Out of the corner of your eye as you pass one another, you notice the strange way he stares at you. It’s almost in a diabolical way… but that wouldn’t make sense, right?

Weird.

You’re probably on your sixth yawn when you finally head back to your room, reaching the door and going to turn the handle. Except… the handle won’t turn and your door won’t open.

No, this can’t be happening right now…

Trying again a few more times, you realize it had somehow locked on you. And you… like the idiot you are, left the key inside when you went to the bathroom. Was God playing some kind of sick joke on you? How were you supposed to go to sleep tonight?

That’s when it dawned on you that there was only one option.

The President has a master key to all the rooms

Jaebeom’s words flashed in your head over and over again. You tried to think of something else that could get you back in your room and under your warm covers tonight, but you come up short. You had to go up to Mark’s room.

Slowly going up the stairs to the third floor, you find yourself on the borderline of passing out at how completely nauseous and lightheaded you feel. The only way you could truly make this out alive was if you just pretended to be confident.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door swung open immediately after the third knock, Mark looking surprised to see you at his door.

He felt his hands grow clammy, “Uh… What’s up?”

“I-I locked myself out of my room… And I heard the President as the master key so… here I am.” Mark felt his heart fall at the reason for your visit. Some stupid part of him had thought that maybe you were here for him and not a key to your room, “yeah… just give me a minute.”

Mark stepped inside and you reluctantly follow him, letting the door shut behind you with a bang. Both of you jump at the noise and softly laugh when you notice.

“I get scared easily,” you mumbled.

Mark snorted, “I can tell.”

Crossing your arms, you moved towards him, “What’s that supposed to me?”

“What do you think? That you’re too scared to explore anything you have with someone, because you got hurt once. Tough, Y/n but getting hurt and let down is a part of life,” he looked at you once as he fumbled through his drawer, looking for the key.

“It’s not just that I’ve been hurt. You’re a-” He cut you off, rolling his eyes done with your overdone argument, “I’m a frat guy, I get it. We’re all the same, blah blah blah. Save it for your dissertation on how I’m scum for your Psych class or whatever.”

“I don’t think you’re scum,” you said softly.

Mark shut the drawer, unable to locate the key in this part of his desk and turned to you, “then why do you hate me so much?”

You shuffled in place, unsure of what do with all of these pent-up feelings that not even you were sure how to describe – and you were the one feeling them. “I don’t hate you. In fact, that’s the problem… I like you so much, I’m so attracted to you and I barely know you! I’ve had so many dreams about you that it’s made it all even worse.”

Before you could stop him, you felt Mark’s lips on yours and you find yourself being suffocated again – sidetracked from your original intentions of forgetting him. However, the way his mouth moved against yours and the way his tongue slipped past the crease of your lips made you not care. But of course, he was a good kisser, he probably did this all the time to all the girls.

You felt his fingers grip the hem of your top. He bunched the material just below your breasts as his hands splayed across your ribcage. He allowed you to pull away, your chest heaving and your eyes closed, before he tugged the material of your top up and over your head. The two of you looked at each other, as if absorbing what the two of you were doing.

When he dropped the fabric onto the floor, he moved his mouth to your neck. He can’t help himself as he marked your collarbones with his teeth, every inch of you is practically covered with marks when he’s done. While your mind is caught up in the feeling of his lips on your neck, his hands moved to cup your breasts.

He made you feel so damn good, you didn’t care anymore.

“Mark,” you breathed as you shifted your head to give him better access, “d-do whatever you want. Fuck me however you want. Just do something.”

You could feel the vibrations of Mark’s laughter against your neck as he reached around your back to unsnap your bra before he pulled away to watch the material fall to the floor. His eyes glued to your chest for a moment, his pupils darkening with lust, before he returned his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

Your hands dipped beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. You allowed your hands a moment to roam, before you break the kiss and tugged the material of his shirt up and over his head. Once again you feel hypnotized by his chest, just as you had been the first night you met him. You wanted to trace your finger over every muscle, every vain and every inch of skin. Mark helped you out of your pajama pants and returned his lips to your neck.

“As much as I would love to do fuck you until you feel me in every single part of your body, I want to take my time. To show you just how beautiful you are, just how much I want you.”

In your sex induced brain you have a moment of clarity to consider his words. Take his time? Weren’t frat boys supposed to be rushed, quick and just be rough with you? You had not a doubt in your mind that Mark would be able to deliver on that, based on how he had first acted around you… but slow? Sensual? Was he even capable of that? You weren’t expecting him to be so… soft and delicate. It wasn’t a part of his brand.

This time when Mark brings his lips back to you, they’re much softer – he kissed you at an unhurried pace as if he had all the time in the world with you. He gently nudged you to lay on your back, your fingers going to tangle themselves in his fluffy hair. He brings his fingers to curl at the waistband of your panties, “is this okay?” he breathed against your lips. You feel yourself begin to grow more wet at his ask for consent.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, your eyes closed and your hands tugging at his hair, “more than okay.”

With your permission, Mark slipped his hand into your panties. Brushing your folds lazily, his fingers gentle and unhurried as he allowed you to pull away and catch your breath. When he brushes your clit and felt yourself jolt in surprise beneath him. He attached his lips to your neck and began pressing kisses along the column of your throat.

No words are spoken as you moved one hand from his hair and gently squeezed his hardening cock over his sweats. Mark moaned against your skin and moved his fingers a little quicker but not changing his lazy pace as he worked to rile you up. It doesn’t take long as he slipped a finger into your heat and hears you release a content sigh at the feeling.

“You’re so gorgeous usually,” he whispered against the column of your throat as one of his hands go up to pay attention to your breasts, kneading them gently. “But, fuck, you’re even better naked.”

At that you laughed, “You’re not so bad yourself Mr. President, you know for a frat guy and all.” He smiled at you, capturing your lips in another kiss, nudging his sweatpants and briefs down.

The continual strokes of his fingers, working you open along with his hand on your breast makes you feel dizzy. You attempt to focus your attention elsewhere, pressing kisses to his heated skin as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

You could feel Mark shifting above you, reaching for the stash of condoms next to his bed, before he ripped open the foil packet and pulled away to roll the latex onto his length. His slowness practically drove you to insanity, you just wanted him inside of you now.

“Mark please, I want it.”

Smiling at you, he leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead, “princess you’re going to get it all.”

Mark returned his lips to yours as he sank into you. His pace is slow, lazy and soft, as he began fucking into you. You had always thought that slow and sensual sex was the best kind of sex, but maybe you were wrong. With Mark it felt like your whole body was on fire – it was pure torture. The way he jutted his hips into you at a rhythm had your core aching for more. It was like all of your senses were heightened, everything felt so much more pleasureful with the way your body was hanging on every thrust.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck and groaned as he felt you tug at his hair again. You felt like you were going to go insane and you needed something to grab onto. For you, Mark was willing to do or be whatever you wanted – something he had never remotely thought of doing for anyone ever, including the guys in the fraternity. He was ready to be at your beck and call, to take you like this – making you feel every single stroke, every single time pump into you.

Mark brings his hand between the two of you back to your core and circled your clit once again, allowing you to fall over the edge. “I know you’re going to look so pretty when you cum, please cum for me. I’ve been thinking about it since that night in the shower.”

His mention of the shower brings you back to thinking about how good it felt to have him in your mouth, how good he tasted when he came on your tongue, how much you’d like to be on your knees for him again. These final thoughts have you clenching around Mark, his groaning getting more consistent telling you that he’s close. He nipped at your skin and sucked the spot under your jaw at the same time he thrusted himself at a semi-faster pace, hitting your g-spot. That finally makes every part of your body go numb, and you feel your hips buck forward involuntarily, everything in you spasming.

As he watched your strong release and felt your walls throb around him, Mark began falling over the edge himself. You felt his hips stutter, his breathing shallow, and his hand clenched your hip firmly as he spilled into the condom and you found yourself wanting the moment to last forever as he remained on top of you. You feel him everywhere, warm and solid and entirely him. He pressed a kiss to your lips, another lazy peck, before he pulled away to tie the condom, tossing it somewhere on the ground of his messy room.

“Are you really just going to throw that on the ground?” you laughed. Mark shrugged, “what if you forget about it later?”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around your naked body and brings you as close to him as he can, “nah there’s no way I would forget this.”

Two Months Later

It was hard to believe that summer was finally ending and the new school year was right around the corner. No longer would be stuck in what you once considered was your own personal Hell – the Lambda Chi Alpha house.

The personal Hell had somehow shaped itself into one of the biggest blessings of your life. It had given you Mark Tuan.

“Finally, you’re home!” Mark smiled, patting the open spot next to him on the love seat at your return from work.

As soon as you plopped down, Mark pulled you close to him, resting one arm around your shoulder and the other on your thigh, “want the aux cord?” he mumbled into your shoulder, nuzzling the side of his head against it.

“No! She always gets aux cord when she’s porchin’ it up with us! It’s not fair! She plays that weird K-pop stuff and makes us the laughing stock of the whole street!” Jaebeom whined.

You laughed, “Don’t knock it until you try it!”

“I have tried it and I hate it,” Jaebeom quipped back, crossing his arms to show his firm disagreement on the matter.

“Fine let’s do One Direction this time.”

“Like that’s any better!”

“Can you guys shut up I’m trying to think of something to say to that girl,” Youngjae grumbled in annoyance at your bickering with Jaebeom.

You looked to see a girl walking by the house. Judging on her large backpack, casual clothes and tired face she had been at the library. You doubt she would be up for any unwarranted cat calling. “Don’t say anything!”

Youngjae looked at you confused, “what… I’m trying to shoot my shot.”

“As a girl, please trust me when I say don’t.” Youngjae pursed his lips in thought, “not even if I just tell her she has a nice smile?” You look at the girl frowning, “she’s not smiling and no not even that.”

“Get a load of this guy,” Bambam said as a guy in Phi Kappa Tau letters walks by – most likely to his house. Judging on all of the times you’ve spent on the porch with the boys now, you knew what was coming. Standing up, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “PHI KAPPA TAU SUCKS.” The guy turned to the porch, eyeing Bambam and flipped him off.

Sitting down, Bambam shakes his head, “it’s because he knows it’s true.”

“Will you ever listen to me and realize that it’s stupid to shout at another frat?” you asked.

Bambam shook his head firmly, “you can’t just get rid of tradition Y/n.”

Mark firmly nuzzled his head into your shoulder again, kissing the side of your neck, “pay attention to me.” A clingy boyfriend might be annoying to some people and at one point in time you also thought that way, but with Mark you couldn’t get enough of it. The way that he was so dominant and attentive in the bedroom, but then so needy and clingy when it came to being in public. Especially when you were with the other guys.

“Anything for my number one frat star,” you cooed, pinching his cheek.

“You know I hate it when you call me that!” Mark whined, “you pay more attention to the guys then you do to me.” As he pouted you leaned in to give him a peck, but instead he brings the hand resting on your thigh up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. Youngjae, Jaebeom and Bambam all groan.

“Y/n?” Your name being called breaks you out your bubble with Mark. The bubble that made you feel like you two were the only people in the world that existed. Pulling apart from his lips, you both turned to see who the culprit is that ruined your moment.

“What the hell are you doing at Lambda?” Ryan asked. It doesn’t hurt to see him again; it was just annoying.

“Back from your lake house I take it Sigma Chi?” Mark asked. You had told Mark everything about what went down with you and Ryan – and if looks could kill… Ryan would already be in his grave.

“I’m not talking to you,” Ryan rolled his eyes, “what the hell are you doing at Lambda?” He asked again.

Without thinking about it, you find yourself standing up and cupping your hands around your mouth just as Bambam had done earlier, “SIGMA CHI SUCKS!”

Ryan couldn’t believe his eyes, he stood there blankly on the sidewalk in front of the house, “what? Very funny Y/n… I know you don’t mean-”

You do it again, “SIGMA CHI SUCKS!” The boys on the porch with you begin to laugh.

Ryan pointed a finger towards you, waving it in the air, “now just wait a minute-”

“SIGMA CHI SUCKS!”

Your ex-boyfriend clenched his jaw, “You weren’t even a good fuck anyways!” The words should hurt you, but they don’t because you know it’s not true.

“Uh… Yeah she fucking is,” Mark retorted, standing up next to you, “why don’t you go home Sigma Chi?” And just like that, you and the guys on the porch have your second middle finger of the day – this time from your ex-boyfriend.

As he walked off in the direction of the Sigma Chi house you all laughed at how blatantly offended, he was at just the fact that you had said his frat sucked. It was middle school taunting, but of course it would work on someone like Ryan. Ryan was a special breed of asshole and it makes you feel stupid to think that you had once grouped Mark with him. All of the Lambda boys.

Mark kisses your shoulder, “what are you thinking about?” His smile melted you – it always does. He was one you had been waiting for and somehow your body and subconscious knew it before you did.

“Just how happy I am to have you by my side Mr. President.”

“I’m happy to have you by my side too,” Mark hummed, but soon he pauses, “unless it’s during beer pong… because you really suck.”

“Mark!”

#got7 fanfic #got7 smut #mark tuan fanfic #mark tuan #got7 #mark tuan smut #got7 drabble #got7 one shot #got7 fic #got7 blurb

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somethingvicked · 6 years ago

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Coven AU RP ~ Kyle Spencer x OC

It was the end of the school day and I was meeting my best friend Kyle at the fountain, like was our usual routine.

The first semester hadn’t even been going for two weeks, so it was kind of funny that me and Kyle had found each other so quickly, especially since he was the captain of Kapta Lambda Gamma, one of the most popular frat house at the university.

I didn’t belong in any frat house. I was just a weirdo, but, me and Kyle found each other.

It had all started with him bumping into me in the corridor one day, and I had put my hand on his shoulder to steady him when it happened.

I had caught glimpses of the future and sometimes the past before, but it always had to do with me. Never another person. But when I touched Kyle I saw, through his eyes, the darkest secret of his past (that still eclipsed his present) - what his mother had done to him.

He had gotten worried about me, because I had turned white as a sheet and helped me to the cafeteria so I could drink some water. That’s when we bonded. I couldn’t keep quiet - I told him what I had seen. He didn’t want to believe it at first, but ... how could I not be telling the truth? He had never told anyone and yet I knew.

Somehow ... that made us friends. He’s my rock and I am his. He knows my secret - that I’m a freak that can see things others don’t and I know his.

Am I in love with him? Of course I am. There’s no better person in this world than Kyle Spencer. I just don’t know whether I dare to act on it. Because of what his mother has done and because I don’t want to complicate our friendship. Despite my little ‘gift’ I don’t know what he feels for me.

Yeah, the world truly sucks sometimes!

(Katya)

@zoeharmonmarch

#zoeharmonmarch #ahs roleplay #kyle spencer x oc #coven au rp

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kandadiff · 3 years ago

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Places in Ellington

Sorority Houses

Chi Zeta Pi Sorority AKA self entitled Queens 👸

In the house:

Emma Roberts

Taylor Swift

Hayley Marshalls

Camila Cabello

Bella Thorne

Rachel Michele

Selena Gomez

Elizabeth Allen

Miley Cyrus

Noah Cyrus

Psi Chi Phi Upsilon aka Diamonds

Gigi Hadid

Bella Hadid

Kylie Jenner

Kendall Jenner

Ariana Grande

Madeline Blossom

Penelope Beryl

Gwendolyn Kim

Liliana James

Omega Nu Nu aka Twice

Nayeon Im

Tuzyu Chou

Momo Hirai

Dahyun Kim

Jieun IU Lee

Mina Myoui

Sana Mizuhara

Chaeyoung Son

Jeongyeon Yoo

Jihyo Park

Theta Tau Zeta AKA Red Velvet

Joy Park

Irene Bae

Wendy Son

Yeri Kim

Seulgi Kang

Delta Upsilon AKA 2NE1

Chaerin Lee

Sandara Park

Bom Park

Minzy Gong

Gamma Pi Nu AKA Blackpink

Jennie Kim

Rose Park

Jisoo Kim

Lisa Manoban

Kappa Alpha Delta AKA FUNHOUSE

Kay Snow

Adi Johnson

Draven Patterson

Kyle Couture

Katya Leskova

Makayla Arrabah

Naomi Jefferson

Cassandra Jansen

Kitty Morrose

Dormitories

All Freshmen live here in different sections

Other dorms

Frat Houses

Eta Lambda Tau AKA MONSTA X

Epsilon Omicron Zeta Delta AKA BTS

Kappa Beta Sigma

Max Valente

Tyler Posey

Michael B Jordan

Romeo Popov

Dmitri Ivanoff

Nu Eta AKA GOT7

Phi Rho Omicron aka The Punks

Ian Payne

Andrew Hood

Robert Clifford

William Tomlinson

Edward Styles - somewhat

Tau Psi Omicron aka the fetuses

Duke Borden

Kevin Miller

Viktor Malik

Caleb Irwin

Xi Upsilon Phi aka Big Bang

Gamma Zeta aka JAY & WOO

Jay Park

Dylan wang

Woo Kim

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my-own-walker · 2 years ago

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Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

'I wanna be someone you've never seen before.'

Hannah is a student at Tulane University. Life in college isn't all it's cracked up to be. Now in her junior year, she realizes she hasn't done much with her time there besides finding her best friend, Lily.

Kyle is a notorious frat boy who spends most of his time at parties or in the Kappa Lambda Gamma house. He has a reputation. Everyone knows Kyle Spencer's name. Hannah wishes she didn't.

Two equal but opposing forces. What happens when they actually get to know each other?

Warnings: frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

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Link to the entire fic on Wattpad, in case you like to read there better.

#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #kyle spencer fanfic #kyle spencer

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saracons87 · 7 years ago

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Kyle Spencer x Reader First Person

Kyle Spencer x Reader

First Person PoV

Author’s Note: I don’t own American Horror Story or it’s characters. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Dom/Sub Undertones, Slight BDSM, mentioned Child Molestation (flashback), Submissive Kyle, Pre-Death Kyle, Post-Death Kyle, Witch! Reader, Explicit Rape (flashback of Madison’s rape), Character Deaths (Kppa Lambda Gamma Frat), Hurt & Comfort

Kyle Spencer was the love of my life. I knew that within the first five minutes of meeting him. We met at a house party. I was swaying along the wall, left to right, moving to the beat of the music echoing from the speakers. My eyes dilated, my mouth dry, and my body on fire, I gestured for him to come to me. I wasn’t sober the first time I met Kyle. He doesn’t hold it against me; Neither was he. Kyle walked towards me with a smile that grew with each step he took.

It was quickly wiped off his face when a gangly brunette, donned in a yellow striped polo, took his place in front of me. The other boy arrogantly leaned onto the wall beside me.

“Hey.” He tried to make his voice deeper, sexier. I noticed and raised an eyebrow. I caught Kyle’s eyes from behind the guy in front of me. He grinned at the wink I sent his way.

“Hey.” The other guy tried again, speaking with a little more force. My eyes tore away from Kyle’s brown to acknowledge the brunette’s blue ones.

“He-llo.” I broke up the lone syllable to show my annoyance at his tone.

“I’m Stone.” I finally took in his appearance. He wasn’t ugly, but I already had found someone else to keep me occupied. He stared at my lips.

“And I’m with him.” I nodded at Kyle. Stone stood straighter, whirling his head around, noticing Kyle behind him for the first time. He let out a quick “oh” before disappearing through the sea of people dancing in the center of the room.

“You’re with me, huh?” Kyle stepped confidently towards me, running a hand through his curly, blonde hair. His eyes mirrored him in with amusement. I moved away from the wall, closer to him.

“That’s what I said.” I looked him up and down. He took another step forward; instantly, my hand moved to rest against his chest. I wasn’t stopping him – I was inviting him.

“They call me Kyle.” He smiled down at me, shrugging playfully, proud of his little joke.

“They?” I challenged.

“People who aren’t you.” He answered immediately, grinning in pleasure when I nodded at him. That was the right answer. Kyle’s eyes drifted to gaze appreciatively at my plump, read mouth. He shyly ran his tongue over his own.

“Oh? And what do I get to call you?” I stood up straighter, lips inches away from his.

“Whatever you want.” He answered, confident in his response. Smart and handsome. I shouldn’t be surprised - He did get a scholarship.

“Good boy.” I whispered against his mouth. He inhaled sharply before giving into me.

As soon as our lips touched, flashes of memories, thoughts not my own, invaded my mind. Kyle…

“Mommy loves you baby. Mommy loves you so much.” A woman stood beside the tub, whispering soothingly, desperately roaming her hands over his chest. Those words bounced off the bathroom walls, echoing soft and loud.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered to herself, to him, to God, before diving her hand beneath the bubbled surface of water.

With a gasp, I stumbled backwards in disgust, horror, and rage. His eyes were still closed. I felt his heart beat like a hummingbird beneath my palm. I closed my eyes, and opened my mind to hear what his heart wanted me to know.

Knowledge is power, and I knew everything about everyone I’ve ever touched. I had worked hard on controlling my gift with Cordelia. It was the first time in months I’ve had an involuntary reading.

His eyes snapped open. He opened his mouth - only to be cut off when we heard a muted yell come from upstairs.

“Madison!” I was running after the noise before he could say anything. Kyle was two steps behind me. Grunts and moans grew louder as I approached the door at the end of the hallway. I pushed the door open before my hand could touch the wood.

They were laughing at her from all angles. One was holding a camera to her face; another was thrusting into her and covering her mouth with his hand; the rest were barking comments of lewd appreciation.

I threw myself at the one closest to the door, pushing him to fall on two other boys. I heard Kyle curse in shock and rage, following my lead and yanking them away from her. I grabbed a purple robe that had been thrown on the floor.

“Hey!” My attention shifted towards the door, seeing Kyle chase down the pig with the camera.

I took her shaking form downstairs and out into the street where my car was parked. I could see Kyle push another boy into the bus. More boys followed. The driver was kicked off. The bus jerked forward, rolling down the street.

I turned my head towards Madison. It was too late. She shot her arm forward and sharply to the left. The bus flipped once…twice…three times before violently crashing against the road. I screamed.

I knew I loved Kyle within the first five minutes of meeting him.

I knew it when I saw his heart. I knew it when it when I watched him die.

Sometimes he screams. Right after he wakes up.

Like tonight.

His scarred body trembles beside me. He sits up and holds his head in his hands, breathing deeply.

I lay my hand on his shoulder blade and trail my fingers in a wide circle, giving him something to focus on while he tries to catch his breath.

He grunts in relief. He still scared I won’t be there when he wakes up. He lets out a string of broken syllables. He’s trying to say my name. We’re still learning how to talk. He’s making progress, though he gets frustrated easily.

“Shhh, baby. I’m right here.” He whimpers in response. He needs more tonight. I move backwards to lean against the headboard.

“Lay your head on my lap.” Kyle’s always been smart. He knows this command. “Good boy.”

I run my hands through his hair. “You’re so good, baby.” His breath catches. “I love you so much. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He closes his eyes at the soft tone of my voice. Kyle lets out one long sigh and I feel his body finally relax. He looks up at me, eyes bright in the dark.

“G-Good?” He chokes out.

“Perfect.” I lean forward to kiss his temple. He closes his eyes in contentment, grinning in relief.

My mind wanders; I lose myself, mumbling praises and massaging his scalp.

I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night the third day after his death. He didn’t deserve to die and I wouldn’t let him stay dead.

I pierced his flesh, stitching limbs together in a panic. I drew a circle of salt around his new body and inhaled the smoke from the bowl I prepared. Screaming, I sliced my palm and drew on his chest, changing frantically. When nothing happened, I kissed him.

It all happened so fast after that. Next thing I knew, the guard was dead and I had snuck him inside the house.

No one has dared to try to take him from me since.

“Love y-you.” Kyle snuggled further into my embrace. His brown eyes, one of the few things that hasn’t changed about him, gazed up to meet mine.

“I love you too, sweet boy.” I cupped his cheek. “Sleep, now.”

He let himself drift off after that, safe and secure in my arms, knowing I knew him entirely and still chose to love him. He slept peacefully now.

I didn’t.

The coven was under attack.

I thought I knew everything. As I stared out the window, fearfully and protectively squeezing Kyle’s muscular and lean frame closer to me, I realized the opposite was true.

For the first time in my life, I knew nothing but that’d the sun would rise in the East come tomorrow morning.

And I’d be ready to take on the day’s troubles.

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tatekitkylejimmyjamesrorylover · 8 years ago

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Everything I Wanted Was You Kyle Spencer x Reader

Words: 3,424

Request: @shellscreams : I would like a Kyle Spencer imagine please love the last two you wrote xx

Description: This is an imagine where you and Kyle are together and he dies and you have to deal with that and don’t worry there is a very happy ending.

Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to @shellscreams for requesting this! I am so sorry if this isn’t you wanted. Also requests are always open so don’t be shy XOXO

2013

It was cool windy Saturday in the middle of Spetember. School had just started for me at Tulane University in New Orleans. I was a senior and had been in total bliss for the past three years. The reason? Kyle Spencer my amazing boyfriend. He was a frat boy and I was a frat girl. My fraternity was having a party tonight at the Zeta Kappa Mu house, aka my fraternity. Yes it was very popular for someone from our fraternitys to get together. I didn’t care it was fate for us to meet. It all happened when I was walking on campus on my first day at school and some jerk approached me.

2010

“Hey sugar! You want some of this?” this college boy asked as he started running towards me.

“No thank you.” I said trying to make him go away.

“Awwww. Don’t be like that baby. I just want to have some fun!”

“Well you better scram before my..” I hesitated and blurted out the first thing that came into my head,” boyfriend comes to meet me!”

“Oh really? Where is this so called boyfriend?”

“I just said that he was meeting me here soon.” I said getting annoyed that the guy wouldn’t go away. He started to approach me and I backed away. He got closer to me and grabbed my wrist.

“HEY! Get off of me!” I yelled.

“I thought you had a boyfriend.”He said. But little did I know that a boy heard the whole thing an decided to stop it before it went any farther.

“She does.” The boy said. I turned my head away from the from the college student and looked at the boy who saved my life. My (Eye Color) eyes met his dark brown eyes.

“I think you should get your hands off my girlfriend mister.” The boy said. The college guy then released his grip on my wrist and the boy wrapped his arm around my waist protectively.

“Like I told you, you better scram you know now since my boyfriend is here.” I said confidentley. The college guy looked at who had his arm around me and ran for his life.

The boy released his arm from my waist when we couldn’t see the jerk anymore.

“Thank you for doing that. I really appreciate that.” I said looking at the ground rubbing my arm.

“Hey don’t mention it. I can’t help myself from saving someone espically if it is a beautiful girl like yourself.” You immediatley blush at his compliment and look up in his eyes. “Kyle, by the way.” Kyle held at his hand and you took it.

“(Y/N)” You reply shaking his hand.

“Beautiful. Just like you.” Kyle responds. I chuckle lightly at his flirt. “What do you say we go and get a coffee?”

“I would love that.” I say. Kyle takes my hand and holds it. We walk to the coffe shop on camous, hands in hand. Ever since then we have been in love.

2013

Tonight Kyle and his frat brothers were coming to the party tonight. I was excited to see him because he just got back from a school trip for football. Yes I texted him if his team won adn he texted back saying that they killed the other team. Once I read the text I decided that we would have a party in celebration for their win as soon as they came back. They arrived early this morning so I sent out party invitations to everyone. Apparently the new of having a party reached outside the campus and reached to the movie star Madison Montegomery. I one-hundred percent believe that someone tweeted it and it got around EVERYWHERE. I wasn’t upset that more people were coming, I was actually happy. That means that I could show off to more people about how great my boyfriend is.

I started to get ready at eight o’clock since the party started at nine and supposedly to end at midnight but I doubt it. I got finished changing into my (Favorite Color) dress and went down the stairs to finish decorating. I hung up the red and blue disco lights and the ice sculpture of God knows what. It was about nine o’clock when people started flooding which was good. This party was much bigger but it is okay the more the merrier. I saw some guy name Chad enter with packages of beer which I didn’t really care unless underage people were drinking it. I just let it slide because I was too busy trying to watch when Kyle’s limo bus was going to arrive.

It was a good ten minutes of me just waiting until a big black bus arrived on the curb infront of the house. I got so excited and decided to wait for about five minutes becasue I knew that Kyle was giving his brothers the chat about public parties Do’s and Don’ts. That is one of the reasons why I loved his personality so much was because he was respectful and a gentlemen. I always had great respect for him because ever since hurricane Katrina he had been providing for his single mother.

Kyle finally came running out of his bus with his brothers yelling “ Kappa Lambda Gamma” which was their fraternity. He saw me sitting on the step waiting for him to arrive and he immediatley ran to me. Once I had seen what he was doing I started to run to him. We meet in the middle and he engulfed me in his arms picking me up.

“I missed you so much baby.” Kyle said sounding out of breath. He placed me down, removing his head from the crook in my neck, he looked at me and oushed back my hair that had been messed up in this form of affection.

“I missed you so much too Kyle.” I said. He smiled and put his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in. His lips met mine and we started to make out in the middle of the lawn. It lasted a long time of just us letting our emotions out.

“What is that speech that you always tell your frat brothers? Isn’t public embarrasment apart of that? So wouldn’t kissing your girlfriend infront of everyone apart of that?” I ask jokingly.

“Shut up.”Kyle said laughing while putting his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer to his chest.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.” He said kissing my cheek. He brought me to the couch and sat me down. “I am going to go get us some drinks okay.”

“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Once he left I looked towards the front door and I saw Madison Montegomery and I guess her friend. I was totally shocked that she came. I mean seriously a stupid frat college party? I thought that was too D-list for ‘celebrities. Again I didn’t mind that she was here. I just hope that her attitude doesn’t get the best of her.

Kyle soon comes back with two red cups and smiles at me.

“Here is a Coca-Cola for the lady.” He said and handed it to me while sitting next to me on the couch and putting his arm around me pulling me closer ot him.

“Why thank you.” I said to Kyle with a smile on my face,”Okay so you HAVE to tell me all about your football game please?” i said pouting in a begging form.

“Okay all right since you asked so politely. Well we obviously won. It was fourty-two to four and so we basically creamed them majorly.”

“Obviously,” I said but then Kyle was interrupted by the girl that entered in with Madison Montegomery approached us.

“Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you but I can’t find my friend Madison Montegomery. I have looked everywhere and I can’t find her can you please help me?”

“Yes of course.” Kyle and I said.

“Let’s look upstairs to see if she might have accidentally found her way up here.” I said. We started to open up all the doors until we came to last on eand we opened it and found Madison and Kyle’s frat brothers. We looked around and realized that they were all takign turns raping Madison adn taking pictures even Kyles best friend Archie was in on it. Kyle was furious.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING? GIVE ME THE PHONE ARCHIE!” Kyle screamed. I had never seen him so mad in our entire relationship.

“NO KYLE! I am not giving you my phone so you can just delete the videos and pictures.”Archie said. Kyle started to run after Archie trying to retrieve his phone so he could not only delete it but so that he could beat him up for doing this. The girl who asked for Kyle and I’s help started to wake Madison up so she could walk downstairs and leave. I started to run after Kyle. I got to the front door and I saw all of the frat brothers and Kyle running into the bus. Then it started to drive off so I ran after it.

Madison and her friend weren’t that far behind when all of a sudden the buss flipped over and crashed. I saw it all happen and I fell to my knees crying. Once I had gotten the courage to get up I ran over to the flipped over bus and pried open the doors. I looked around and I saw Kyle, lying there in pieces. I rushed over to him and brought his chest and head close to my body and kissed him, over and over again.

“NOOOO KYLE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?”I yelled. I brought my head closer to his ear and whispered.”Everything I wanted was you. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? We were supposed to grow old together. I love you.” i finally got up and started to get up and walk away. Once that I had left the bus there was blood all over me. I started to cry and I ran back to the frat house which was empty probably due to everyone hearing the crash, getting scared and running.

I closed the door and locked it. I collapsed to the floor crying knewing that I was never going to get my happy ending with Kyle. I went upstairs, took a shower and cried myself to sleep knowing that there was never going to be a day with Kyle or so I thought.

The Next Day

I woke up and decided to go visit Kyles mom to see how she was doing with the news about Kyle. I got dressed and drove over to his house that i had been over a million times. I knocked on the door and Mrs. Spencer opened the door with a tear stained face.

“Mrs. Spencer? It’s me (Y/N).” I said knowing that she would remember me as Kyles girlfriend.

“Oh yes (Y/N), please come in.” She opened the screen door and welcomed me into her house. After I had entered seh had engulfed me into in a hug and the waterworks started to fall from my face. I pulled away and Mrs. Spencer gave me a tissue and I whispered out a ‘Thank you.’

“I came to see how you were doing.” I said looking into her eyes and seeing that she was so upset. She should be she just lost her son.

“Thank you for doing that (Y/N). I really do appreciate it. I think out of all the girls Kyle has brought home, you have always and will forever be my favorite.”

“Thank you. I know how difficult it must be losing you only son espically since you husband passed away. I just wanted to let you know that I am here for you. If you need someone to talk to please just call me and I will be there.” I said letting her know that she won’t go through this alone.

“Thank you so much. It means a lot to know that even though Kyle isn’t here that you will continue to be apart of this familly and I am forever thankful for you. Anyways I have something to show you. Kyle had all this stuff that he had for you in a bag so I feel like I should give it to you, even though he won’t”

“Okay.” I followed her to Kyle’s room and she opened the doors to his closet and bent down to get the bag. It was a large paper bag filled high with stuff. She handed it to me and I carried it and sat down on his bed and started to unpack it. “I hope you don’t mind that I am unpacking it here.”

“Oh no! Please go ahead. I wanted to know what was always in there so I hope you don’t mind that I am watching you open it.”

“Of course not.” I started unpacking and while I was unpacking I realized that these were presents for our upcoming anniversary of three years. I took out the first thing and it was a scrapbook filled with pictures of me and Kyle and little love notes he wrote. I sat there crying knowing that this must have taken him months to put together and he never got a chance to give it to me. The second thing I took out was a shirt that said “Watch Out Boys This Girl Is Taken By This Guy” and it had a picture of Kyle winking on the back. I laughed remembering his funny humor. There was only one thing left and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a small red box. I took it out and started to cry knowing what it is. I opened the box and found a small diamond enagagment ring inside.

I showed it to Mrs. Spencer and she started to cry her eyes out.

“I always knew that was a question he was wondering about when he was going to ask. I guess he was going to ask on your three year anniversary.” she said. I put my hands over my eyes and cried even harder. I put the ring on my left finger in a way of saying yes to his question.

After that I bid Mrs. Spencer a goodbye and then walked out of the house. I was walking to my car that was a couple houses down. While I was walking I could have sworn that I saw that girl that Kyle and I helped from yesterday approach Mrs. Spencer’s house with her holding someone up. I ignored it knowing that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I walked to my car and got in. I just sat for a long time looking at my engagement ring and crying. I eventually stopped and drove back to my frat house. I walked in and went upstairs to my room and locked the door.

A Couple Months Later

It has been a couple months since Kyle died and I couldn’t have felt more alone. Sometimes if I went out I would think that I would see him and the minute I blinked he was gone. Other than that I haven’t left my room. I miss him everyday. There is nothing that can replace him. I haven’t felt love, compassion, or happiness since he died. I wish he would come back.

Today I was forced to leave my room saying that I had a visitor at the door. I went downstairs and opened the door to find the girl that Kyle and I helped all those months ago.

“What do you want?” I ask with tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“I just want to show you something. Please come with me.” She said.

“Why should I go anywhere with you? I don’t even know your name!” I say

“Okay. My name is Zoe Benson.” Zoe said.

“You think just because you said that I am going to go with you?!” I said.

“Okay, fine! If you won’t come with me then just promise me that you will come to the cafe downtown. Please.” She begged.

“Alright I’ll be there. What time?” I asked.

“Just be there at noon. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Do I need to bring anything?” I asked.

“Just bring yourself.” She said.

“Okay. Bye.” I said. Zoe waved a goodbye back to me. I was so confused. Why out of all the people on Earth does she have to come back? I went upstairs and got dressed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven fourty. I exited the house and went to the driveway to my car. I got in and started to drive downtown to the coffee shop. I looked for a parking space near where Zoe was standing. I got out of the car and locked it. I walked over to her.

“So why am I meeting you here?” I asked.

“You are meeting me here because I have a surprise for you inside.” Zoe said.

“If it’s a guy then I am not interested.” I said and then I walked in.

“I don’t think so. Well at least not with this guy.” She said. I walked around trying to find out what she was talking about. I finally understood when my eyes met his. The same dark brown I fell in love with. I ran over to him with tears coming down my face. I ran into his arms and he held me close. I pulled back my head and started to pepper his face in kisses. I finally ended with his lips. There was all of my emotions, his emotions intertwined into this form of affection. He let me down and pulled out my chair for me to sit down.

“Kyle! How are you back?” I asked with tears running down my face.

“(Y/N), I know you aren’t going to believe me when I say this but please do.” I nodded my head in response.”Okay well I died you saw me. Zoe and Madison went to the hospital and retrived my body parts and sewed me together. Another thing is that they are witches. There is a whole coven of them okay. So I was crazy and I couldn’t speak. I was a lot like Frankenstein. It was a long time before I could speak. But then their supreme Fiona Goode fixed me. She did something to me where i could speak properly. I guess you coudl say she brought me back to normal. So I remembered all about you. I had never forgotten about you, I just didn’t have all the details. But I called for you and then Zoe decided that it was best if I came back now and so I did. That is where that story ended.” He said looking into my eyes.

“I don’t care how you came to be here. I am just glad that you are here with me. Kyle, you’re all I have you’re all I want.” I said and he just looked at me emotionless and then he smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.

I put my hand on his cheek and he stopped kissing me and looked at my hand.

“Oh sorry. I forgot that my hand is probably is cold. Sorry.” I said.

“No it isn’t that.” He pulled my left hand towards his and at my ring finger. “You said yes?”Kyle asked.

“Of course I did Kyle. I love you with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you unless you don’t want to anymore.” I said looking down.

“Hey,” Kyle said putting his fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up so I looked at him in the eyes,”I want to start off where we left off. I want to be with you. I want to call you my wife. I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I said. I am so happy that Zoe brought him back. I couldn’t ask for anything better. After that Kyle and I started to plan for our wedding. It was perfect. Now we are living in total bliss and there isn’t anything I could ask for more. I love him and he loves me.

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