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drive you mad (part 1) | sam carpenter 🔞
(Mob Boss!Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)
You’re reunited with your old friend, Samantha Loomis, and she couldn't be any more of a puzzle to you. It doesn't take long to become entangled with her once again – replacing the previously wholesome hangouts; this time you find yourself being in her sheets way more often.
WARNING: dom!mob boss! sam, sub!reader, public sex, voyeurism, mirror sex, praise, degradation, fingering, poor communication, mentions of violence, hints of stalking, sam referring to you in spanish endearments (bc why not), not proofread +18 / men & minors dni.
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You liked the universe and its ways of diverting you into paths you never thought to cross paths once again.
Weeks ago, attending another lousy gala was against your whole will. It didn’t seem necessary to you, finding no difference whether your presence was something that would be amiss to the buffoons dressed in suits of your multimillion dollar company. Sure, you completely detested the idea, yet you gave it a chance, as your good colleague turned into a friend – was nagging you for days before the event. She insisted it was an opportunity (a scenario eerily familiar to your college days as if it was a mere frat party) you thought that might as well maximize these so-called connections, right? So, you caved in and went dressed to kill, anyway.
Funnily enough, the said colleague was nowhere to be seen even if she was the sole reason of your presence here tonight. She claims that she had the flu and so you were forced to take in the hors-d’œuvre by yourself.
Here you were, in a fitted beige-colored pantsuit. You didn’t know whether it was your fake it ‘till you make it mantra during work, but you managed to survive (so far). Sipping in your flute of champagne and socializing with people. Your feet were starting to ache and so were your cheeks due to the endless polite smiling you have done for the night. It was draining, so to say.
Just as you were on your way to the bathroom to do some touch up, a recognizable voice made its way to you.
“Please do tell me that you went here without a date, (y/n/n).” a sultry voice uttered directly on your ears and you turned to them too fast, almost getting a whiplash.
You haven’t heard of that for a while. It was a nickname that your closest friends and family called you by.
Lo and behold – it was Samantha Loomis.
Your eyes fluttered as she left you flabbergasted for multiple reasons. Sam had you putting your hand on your chest, beating madly as if you’ve seen a ghost.
“Shit. Sam, you scared me, Jesus. Can’t you say hello like a normal person?”
She bodied the suit better than every man in the room. Sam stood with hands in her pocket, an aura that can easily rival anyone else’s confidence in the room, her jet black hair was fixed in a neat ponytail. She was donned in a well put navy blue suit – truly tailored to her perfect figure, emphasizing her good attributes. Damn this woman. Sam was still taller than you and insanely oozing with attractiveness.
Another thing? This woman was the one you were silently pining over during your teenage years. You were also heartbroken when she left town abruptly, leaving no trace behind.
“Finished checking me out?” she says, cocky. “Not one hi for me? you’re still easily frightened, (y/n/n).” a smile ghosts on her face as if Sam knew a secret. “So, how are you? If you’ve got a mystery date for tonight, I’d say they are doing a bad job of keeping you entertained.”
“Hi. Happy now?” You immediately blush at her blatant flood of compliments. “And I’m fine. Really, I’m just here to enjoy the drinks and all, maybe a bit of expanding in the work field too. So, it’s definitely just me – a last minute decision.”
Sam nods, eyes trailing on you.
“I’m more than happy to hear that. ‘Cause that also means I can do this–?” she reached for your hand and pressed her lips at the back of it, making you flustered more than ever.
You weren’t used to Sam being this direct. She was affectionate, but not to this extent. She was more laid-back as you recall, not as forward and not this flirty. Women had always been your achilles’ heel but to experience this with Sam in the present time – it was a no-brainer that your old feelings were being tested.
“You always do this to the women you encounter?” you raise an eyebrow.
“Just you, (y/n/n).”
The way she kept saying your nickname felt too intimate as it was the one you were previously called back in one of the towns you used to stay in. One that Sam was a part of until she moved again – a common occurrence in her life that she mentioned in passing – albeit you were somewhat expecting it, you didn’t actually think it would hurt that much still.
You were by each other’s side all night. She blossomed into a refined and sophisticated woman, answering questions from other gentlemen and business people in the room with unshakable confidence. It was apparent too, with how they looked at her with respect. Sam even introduced you to others too, by your respective job and all, definitely buttering up your good qualities too that you haven’t even realized that this was benefiting you in your long forgotten plans of exposure.
“I don’t think I should be with you Sam,” you whisper close to Sam who had her eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Whatever your business is, it’s definitely beyond what I do. Wouldn’t it be sketchy? Or like using you? Because that’s not–”
“Now slow down, honey. It’s no problem with me. Honestly, I was just thrilled to have you by my side tonight and you deserve the good word and all. It’s still me, (y/n/n).” she assured you as she held you softly by your shoulder.
Exhaling the distress away, your stomach soon fluttered at Sam’s intentions.
“I’m having fun too, just so you know.” You truthfully admit, stopping a stupid smile to spread on your face. Sam gleamed at your words, evidently content as you are.
Soon you were catching up a little with life. Sam asked you how long you have been away from your hometown and what brought you to a new one. You sheepishly say that a new start was long overdue for you and interestingly, Sam returns the same sentiment, albeit there was longing in her tone but it disappeared quickly as it went. Before you could attempt to pry for more, a new set of people were catching up to the two of you, making you sigh.
Sam murmured to you after the man had left. “That man is definitely a no. He’s got a good history of attempting to shag his secretaries. Bound to be kicked from their board soon. I assumed a terrible workload and possibly environment, too.”
“Noted. Crossing that one out immediately.” You snorted at her unfiltered yet helpful tip. “He was rather creepy with how he was staring.. It’s like his first time seeing a pair of boobs during Victorian times.” you quip and laughter filled your chest.
“Did he now?” Sam squinted her eyes. “Well… you’re absolutely a sight for sore eyes, alright.” You see her eyes now surely over the valley of your chest.
Was she really checking you out?
Another new information for you is that Sam had apparently grown playful. You were astounded to receive her gaze, you elbowed her side. “I’m just saying! But him? oh he’s not worth your time, is all.” Sam reasoned, petulant.
“And you’re no better.”
“Excuse me, I am. I was simply admiring you.” she quipped at you very quickly and sipped her drink.
“If you say so. And hey, what about her?” you subtly point at the tall, middle-aged woman you met earlier.
“Uh-uh, also a pass. Better CEO than him and the others, for sure, but you could do better. A bit of the same as the old man, just a woman version of him on a somewhat low profile.”
You look with much interest now. For two different reasons – one, because you didn’t expect that and two, how exactly of a big shot was Sam to know all of this insider information?
“Doesn’t sound bad to me.”
Not for me. Sam murmured as she sipped on her drink. You look at her quizzically, obviously not catching her words.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“I said, what about that one…” Sam subtly points out another person across from you.
She listed out the company’s stand point, what they were looking for, and you momentarily tuned out – savoring her voice that melted in your ear.
“How do you know all of this?” You blurt out.
Sam was sporting a distant tight-lipped smile. “I own a few businesses from here and there. Can’t spill them all to you in one night. I have to remain mysterious so I can be interesting for you, don’t I, honey?” she tilted her head.
For the hundredth time that night, your heart pounded and cheeks were crimson once again, all by Samantha Loomis.
::
This morning as you flipped through the channels, it reported the death of a wealthy CEO, stabbed in most inhumane ways and his eyes were reportedly gouged out.
Momentarily, you felt sick to your stomach until you realized that it was the same man who was a creep from the gala. You vividly recall Sam's words; with this man's business fluctuating badly and his poor work ethics, your thoughts gradually eased and snapped yourself out of it. He did see that one coming, you suppose.
You couldn’t be any more grateful that you’re far from that circle.
::
While you were terrified, it didn't stop you from going outside by yourself. Normally, this routine of yours is done during day time. However, resting got the best of your time this weekend and so with a resigned sigh, you came prepared with a pepper spray that you blatantly held as your free hand pushed the cart. Your stock of groceries wouldn't be done by itself, after all. Were you paranoid? (The answer is yes, rightfully so).
The mundane chore was going well.
Until you were on one aisle, on your tip-toes, barely reaching the chips that were now placed a tier higher than normal. It’s like a trick and you were being played, as coincidentally, it was the last one on the rack. You irrationally listed this as a bad sign - change wasn't to be welcomed for you in times of horror.
The lighting grew dark and it shadowed you. it triggered your fight or flight mode as this person towered you from behind, the scent strongly engulfed your senses and so did their body frame, making you gasp as their front was almost pressed against you.
They picked up the item for you and as you turned around, it was Sam.
She hasn’t preoccupied your mind for a while and you take in her presence as a fresh breath of air.
"Hey, pretty girl, I don't want you getting hurt." She joked and dropped the chips herself on your cart.
"Fancy seeing you here," you retort with equal amusement to the woman in front of you. You thought it was unfair that she always stunned you as you saw her casual get up.
Sam wore a bomber jacket and a navy baseball cap. She handheld her own cart and interestingly filled it with junk food, just like yours, and a couple of cleaning disinfectants.
"Do you usually shop this late?” Sam quips gently, hearing the concern in her tone.
You sheepishly smiled, "I know. But in my defense, work kept me late unfortunately. Or maybe it was me over napping..." admitting it out loud felt silly. "I don't have much of a choice. I ran out of stash in my pantry and while it's not really a good time.. wait, I don’t mean that with you, but what I meant is that, given the circumstances happening right now - it’s horrifying to be out and about."
Sam raised an eyebrow at your rambling. She found it endearing that you had to clarify each time how you liked her company.
"And what circumstances are we talking about?"
"You know, the whole killing thing," you hushed down low and kept walking with Sam who hummed right behind you. "Haven’t you heard it yet? It honestly had me worried. I don't want to be put in that position."
You both come across the isle of candies, you picked up a couple of them. Embarrassment soon crept in the more you confided your fear out in the open and how you revealed your unhealthy fix of snacks in the presence of Sam, the woman you're swooning about.
"I see. That explains your trusty pepper spray," Sam nodded along in understanding. "Say, do you mind if I accompany you? Sticking together could be better, after all." she lightly nudged your side with her arm and swiftly took over to push your cart by her own.
An easy smile crossed your features. You can't say no to spending more time with her.
"I'd like that very much."
::
The simple scare and business exchange was the start of your reconnection with Sam.
It seemed that Sam was sticking for good - or near you. At least, that’s what you thought so. Her place couldn’t be that far as you happened to come across her for a few times already.
A few days later she surprised you, sent a rather straightforward message and opened up how she misses you (you almost fainted on that message). Come the weekend, Sam called you to say that she’s sending a driver to pick you up around 6 PM. After you gave her your address, Sam notes to dress in nothing strict and formal as the gala, and you quote Sam who said in her own words: just bring your pretty self.
It was rather bossy and forward, if you were being honest. Though your senses dulled it out of bias, being Sam’s friend in the past she hasn’t done anything to put you in harm.
Another thing that brought you to a conundrum was how it sounded like a date but you didn’t want to be that hopeful – even with her endless flirting. You simply note it as another Sam evolution; a part of her confident self. The driver who picked you up was dressed in casual business attire, no older than late 20s, gave you a polite smile. He introduced himself as Martin and referred to Sam as Ms. Loomis and as you were in a phone call with her, she immediately confirmed to you that it was indeed your ride.
Relief washed over you, feeling secured enough with the whole get up. Especially with the case of brutal murder as of recently.
Arriving at the place, the door was opened for you and he mentions that he’ll be parked at the same place. The restaurant itself was one of the places you haven’t had a chance to visit yet, mostly because you didn’t feel zealous to spend a lot of money on a glorified casual meal. The ambience striked your interest immediately, the interior was cozy, and welcoming – especially for whatever they served, the aroma made your stomach rumble.
Looking around, it was opposed to what you expected – there was no single sight of business suits hovering in the place. They were stuffy people in casual attire, maybe.
“You made it.” Sam stood up from her seat and your eyes fluttered at her beauty once again. Her floral scent was hypnotizing and covered your senses as she went for a hug. “How was your ride?”
“It was nice. I like your car,” you timidly say as Sam pulled a chair for you.
“And I like your outfit. You look so beautiful, (y/n/n.)” Sam’s words were earnest and crimson quickly spread on your cheeks and rose up to your ears.
The stark contrast of her in formal attire with slick ponytail was apparent, yet equally so attractive. Sam stood in plain tight polo, baggy pants and some sneakers with her hair loose. She gave you a warm smile and her eyes also did a once over to your figure; you were dressed simply in a knitted zip top that hugged your torso, some trousers, and decent platform shoes.
“Says you. You’re absolutely charming, it’s unfair.”
“Don’t start that with me, honey. We’ll be here all night arguing about that.”
Sam grinned at how you affectionately rolled your eyes at her quip. As you settled in and looked at the menu, you noticed the familiarity. It was on par with your tastebuds. She definitely remembered your type of crowd. You hid a smile with this information.
However, your joy was temporarily cut off as you noticed the server giving Sam the heart eyes as she took note of the order, although the latter paid no mind, swiftly reiterating your orders with her polite smile, it didn’t stop you from getting irrationally bothered on the inside.
You should have seen this coming. Surely, other people were bound to find Sam attractive as much as you do.
“Have you ever been here?” Sam eagerly questioned, her doe-eyes all on you. “I was nervous to pick a decent place, to be honest. I didn’t want it to be stuffy and stiff, but not too casual – only because I wasn’t so sure with your taste now, so I relied on my (y/n) senses.”
You were quick to nod off, “No. I was interested but I never had the chance.” a slow appreciative smile spread on your lips. “Your senses were right - don’t worry, Sam. They definitely serve the type of food I like. I hope you didn’t compromise that much for me." While you liked the thoughtfulness, you wanted Sam to have a good time as well.
“Well, that’s great! It means you can enjoy it with me that way. Don’t worry, based on their menu it seems appetizing for me, too.” her eyes lit up assuring you, and it was an adorable sight. She showed you another side of her again, reminiscent of how you remember her relaxed state and wasn’t as constricted from the gala held days earlier. “I have to ask.. is this setup okay with you? In case you’re… seeing someone.”
You’re surprised at her interest at your love life. Her attention remained fixated on you and it made you blink couple of times.
“Definitely not seeing any woman right now. Nothing recently.” you hint your preference, in case Sam hasn’t picked up on it yet even before. You haven’t come out back then.
Sam smiled at your response. “That’s a relief. Means I won’t be breaking any faces any time soon.” your eyes widen at her words. “I’m kidding, (y/n/n). Or not.”
You nod along at Sam’s words with an unsure smile, not knowing what she exactly meant by that. You shrug it off as her odd humor.
“What about you, any lucky person yet?” you asked, it was your chance to know more about her too.
A playful smirk was written on Sam’s features.
“Funny thing is that it's the same case for me, I haven't gotten around it for uh, for some reason.” she ended sheepishly and shuffled a bit on her seat. “I could be eyeing on someone, who knows. But I have to be mysterious to you.” Sam’s voice dropped an octave lower. If you didn’t know any better, your delusions would think that she’s implying suggestively to you.
While her vague answer didn’t provide you what her type was, it was a relief for you to know that Sam is not off the market yet.
Both of your smiles barely wore off since then. Soon you were finally eating your go-to food and Sam with her chosen pasta. You debate whether you should finally ask Sam of her sudden disappearance, but you really didn’t want to spoil the mood either.
“Are you okay? Something wrong with your meal?” Sam leaned in to you and you quickly motioned no.
“No, no. It’s just– I want to know, why did you have to leave?” you can’t help it but the hurt dripped on your tone. “It was so sudden and I haven’t heard from you since then… and now, you’re here again.”
You felt silly because it was a long time ago. Seeing Sam in flesh again gave you a whiplash, you valued her presence as she was your confidant during your hard times. If it weren’t for the gala, maybe you’d be left wondering until now, you’ll never know.
Warmth covered your hands, surprised that Sam has taken them to intertwine with hers.
“I can’t say the full details yet. But.. I’m here to stay. Believe me, honey. What happened then - it has something to do with my father. You knew how unstable things were at home, right? And I was expected to… step up into things at a faster pace than I can ever imagine,”
You only had a slight idea – if Sam before wasn’t very talkative and open – it was a thing that definitely remained until now. Sometimes their house was rowdy, full of men that wore notable sparkly ostentatious accessories. You only knew that his father’s job was demanding and that he was uptight, didn't want Sam to be out late, she had to sneak to parties, and was harsh with his words - even in front of you. It reflected the fear that glinted in Sam’s eyes when you were caught at their house, at the same beat, Sam also seemed to respect him. It was odd and the similarity of her tone was not lost on you but you didn’t push further.
You also wondered how Sam's sister, Tara, is doing and most likely all grown up now.
“Is it enough for you right now?” Sam meekly asked you, hopeful glint in her eyes.
You mimic her playful smirk from earlier.
“Only if we get mint ice cream right after this and I’m paying.”
Sam let out a relieved sigh, leaning back to her seat and an easy going grin gracing her features once again.
“Alright, whatever your heart desires, (y/n/n).”
::
After a wholesome reunion (or date?) the two of you were on a weird loop. At least for you. She was bearing gifts that weren’t so little at all – packages were being sent to your house, always coming with a handwritten note that said ‘reminded me of you’ with a scribbled wink, sometimes a heart, and seeing Sam became a part of your routine. It was all you looked forward to every week – seeing Sam – that your friends even asked whether you were dating someone as you appeared more occupied than ever.
At this point, you have visited restaurants and stores you could only imagine. Sam mentioned that having to try delicacies with you was a terrific experience, she liked your honesty and fun quips of critique. Although it shifted to something you’d say – a bit odd. While she was warm and welcoming, she never stopped by at your house.
Although you weren’t going to lie, it made you curious. Disappointed, too. Was she embarrassed enough to avoid being seen dropping by in the eyes of the public, in an intimate way? Granted, there wasn’t anything intimate going on.
Other than that, it dawned to you how tactile Sam was with conversations. It was always knowing something new and familiar, never delving into something deeper.
For her sweet quips, you remain confused whether it was flirty and intentional, after all, you didn’t think that Sam was to take interest in you romantically speaking. So, it was a challenge for yourself to not get any less flustered. Especially when you’re crushing over her.
::
"Hey, pretty girl. Wanna eat out tonight?" Sam smoothly asks you from the other line and you snorted at her forwardness.
You peer over your window at the kitchen before shutting the blinds. You didn’t know whether it was still the lingering paranoia you felt over the gruesome murders and the irrational fear that you could be next.
What if they were watching you?
"Dunno Sam," you scratch your nape, debating your answer as you remembered the events happening outside. "Is it safe? A brutal death happened recently. And you know, honestly, Sam – it rattled me a little more than I thought it did."
"Is this about the CEO? Honey, I've told you that he was already in deep shit. his decisions have probably caused him to dig himself into a bigger mess unimaginable."
The lack of care in Sam’s tone surprised you a little. But your mind weighed in the facts; these were billionaires who fucked up, didn’t do anything good for the others, and put themselves in the wrong crowd. You give Sam credit for that similar thought as you assume.
"Okay, but still…"
You hear Sam cooing in sympathy. "If it helps, I have my men around. We’ll be safe. You’ll be safe with me, don't worry." she promises with conviction enough for you to believe her.
You hummed as you rethink your answer. You wanted to hang out with the woman you've been crushing over (again) and having an idea of how her bodyguard's in question are built, you feel yourself leaning more to saying yes.
"I guess that helps yeah- you just had to be so damn convincing, didn't you?" Even if this was a call, you can already see the stupid grin that Sam has now. "Alright, I'm sold with that. I'll see you later, Loomis." you playfully sing-songed to which Sam giggled as you dropped the call.
::
“Let’s try something new today.” Sam said in her low voice and to your surprise she held the car door open for you in the passenger seat and you weren’t in the backseat this time.
“Don’t we always?” you refer to your eating escapades with her.
To your shock, Sam went to the driver’s seat.
She was the one driving for today?
“Nuh-uh. We’re going to my house.”
“What?”
You turn your head fast to face Sam with your expectant eyes; filled with surprise and excitement. After all, your brain was racking itself with much curiosity of what is going on with your friend slash crush’s personal life. When Sam caught the glee in your expression, her own eyes crinkled at the corners and muttered something about how adorable you are.
As you parked outside, you noticed familiar vehicles that tailed the one you and Sam were in. You only saw a few of them before, the men only looked at you out of politeness – as if their eyes weren’t around to linger – and they were more pliant with Sam. It instilled an idea that your friend was this much of a respected person.
“Don’t worry, they’re with us.” Sam informs you and you were shy of how evident you were glancing at the side and at the back.
You took tentative steps inside her home, surprisingly it was bursting with colors. It was apparent that Sam liked the idea of experimenting when it comes to style, as her interior and decorations felt straight out of magazine.
In her living space, she offered for you to sit first. She looked messy this time – not as neat after work, her hair down again instead of the usual ponytail, which seemed unnatural for someone so polished for her professional state.
“This was all of a sudden, sorry. I can’t… I’m a shit host for tonight. I’m honestly not feeling well today. I can get someone to fetch our food, whatever you like, it’s on me mi quierida.”
“You could’ve postponed this thing that we have. I mean, I don’t mind.” Okay maybe that was a complete lie – but you didn’t want Sam to feel forced.
Sam tilted her head. “And risk depriving myself of not seeing you? I do mind that. More than you can imagine. I guess you could say that I selfishly wanted you all by myself tonight, regardless.”
You feel somersaults in your stomach – making you squirm at your seat. Before you can process her words further, your attention panned to Sam’s hands and grew alarmed as you saw a faint view of her knuckles were red, you figure it'll be bruising the next day. She tried to hide it a lot as soon as decent lighting was present. Sam discarded her silver watch and then removed the champagne from the bucket near her to submerged her closed fist as it contained ice. It clinked against the metal, and as seeing her face, her chestnut eyes kept fleeting over you – observing.
"What exactly were you doing anyway?" Amusement was in your tone, although concern crept in quickly. You didn't want Sam to be hurt in some fight club. Or any way, for that matter.
Sam beckons you, "Come here." she softly uttered. as you did, her free hand rested on your lower back. "I ran into a small inconvenience. I guess you can say that I handled it well."
You snorted at her poor joke. A boyish smile spread on her pretty face.
"If you're joking with that shitty pun… I'll take your word for it, Loomis." You slid an arm around her neck, patting her shoulder affectionately.
It was truly a gesture meant to be playful but it appeared that it became a cause to shift things between you two. The proximity made you hyper aware with your heartbeat pounding loudly by the minute. You can’t even look Sam in the eye, remaining frozen.
"Uh-huh. You should trust me with it, mi quierida. You know I always mean well.”
Sam smirked, as though she knew something you didn't. She was difficult to decipher at most times but you shrug it off, noting it as a part of her charm. It was her thing thenand apparently, until now.
Case in point: her sneakily trailing her hand lower as they were, now resting on the slope of your ass. She grabbed you by its underside, feeling her fingers digging into the flesh. Knees growing weak at the contact, you barely stifle a gasp. It was surprising yet very welcomed and better than you imagined.
She rubbed her calloused hand back and forth on your back soothingly. "Stay... stay the night with me.'' Sam whispered as she nosed the crook of your neck, her breath against your skin spreading goosebumps.
It was an all-too familiar scene, however, Sam was bolder.
“Let me give you your present for tonight,” Sam husked out, her face moved to bite on your earlobe – her hands needy all over your body. “or… just say the word and I’ll stop,”
You were pulled in, moaning as you finally cracked through the tension. Both of you no longer teetering in friendly boundaries. It was hard not to – not when it was Sam you adored for a great chunk of your life and how her siren eyes were pierced onto yours. As Sam was nervous, you were simply stunned and returned the same feeling as you did.
"Okay,” you responded shakily yet you moved with an ounce of bravery, finally affirming your answer by grabbing Sam by the nape and lips crashing with much need, electrifying you.
Sam devoured you in her satin sheets until you were swollen, frazzled, and dripping.
::
The next day, you discover that another case of murder has happened in your town. This was an odd occurrence, as while death is inevitable, it was surprising to hear more of them happening in a short period. More so, it was unusual to hear of a brutal case in your normally nonchaotic town.
Fear began to creep into you as your colleague mentioned it was another CEO yet, this time it was the woman whom you've also met from the gala – being there, meeting these people and hearing them as nothing but reported deaths now felt like a bad omen. It created quite the buzz in your workplace, after all it was one of your company's competitors, too.
Shiver ran down your spine; you couldn't be next, right?
If you were to follow the pattern, it only suggests isolated killings of wealthy figures and you couldn't be any farther from that. You were another normal person who’s only trying to get by.
Then you remember Sam and the extra security she provides to you. All this time she had kept you safe and away from harm. You found solace over the thought, so you exhale and tried your best to let go of your worries.
::
In all honesty you were only expecting to pull connections that can land you higher positions that promised bits of grandiose escapades in between – all tied to your work during that gala – and you’re surprised that you landed in Sam instead, though in a much more compromising position that ignited your whole body for days. Sometimes you can’t even move due to soreness. More often, you burned and yearned for Sam’s touch.
It’s like the woman imprinted on you.
Sam finally brought you to her actual place which was a good breaking point. As soon as you saw past the soaring entrance and the modern architecture that greeted your wide eyes. So far, it appeared that she was indeed the only one based on your frequent stays – only men in between casual and formal attires, some being her bodyguards and maids as well were around the area.
You were surrounded by a lavish wardrobe that you can only dream of. You were amused that you share similar skin-care products as her when you first used her personal bathroom. It was a good coincidence, it made your stay-ins much more comfortable and efficient.
The spacious place felt intimidating to your bones as you walked around halls and doors after one another, although you’ve handled much more terrifying things that were specifically this she-devil.
It was a surprise to you how she can swoon you with her gentleness and barely any of that remains in the bedroom activities. She was absolutely rough and domineering.
She continues to take you to different places you’ve never been to before. Though, now they were private and more high-end properties. Today, Sam took you today to where you wouldn't normally get your sexy undergarments.
It was sultry and inviting to the ladies. The assisting ladies were polite, kept a minimal distance, and didn’t blatantly stare unless their attention was called to. You and Sam came by fairly early, hence the lack of people, you assume. You were fascinated with the quality of the garters and fabrics that felt different on your fingertips.
One of her men, Martin, stood by inside the store. Sam assured you that everything was fine, it’s only a precaution and more of a just-in-case business thing. She kissed you before you could ask anything else, effectively distracting you.
Finally having both of your picks, you were welcomed by another part of the area where the sconce's recessed light only added to the thrill that was covering the lavender hall of the boutique. It certainly made the atmosphere downright sinful and erotic. For a minute, you thought that maybe you can handle being Sam’s dirty secret. You felt so dizzy. Feverish. Needy.
Sam placed a final kiss to the side of your neck before she was gently ushering you to go, seeing the familiar look of hunger in her eyes as if she was controlling herself - it made you shiver with the same desire - then you went in to fit.
You nervously stood in front of the mirror, doing final touches on the laces. Sam insisted that she prefers seeing you fit the lingeries instead of her dropping them on your face out of nowhere – something you appreciated.
Slipping yourself into the intricate laces of the lingerie, you were unable to stop nitpicking on the blemishes and stretch marks that were on your skin and how apparent they were beyond this flimsy material that attempted to cover your intimate parts.
“Don’t forget to show them to me, alright?” Sam hollered from the other end.
You try to suck it up, being snapped out of your insecurities. “Wanna come in here?”
“No, come out here.”
In disbelief, you shook your head no even if Sam couldn’t see it. What did she mean by that?
“Are you crazy? There’s… there could be people out. Just come here,” you whisper-yell to Sam.
“There’s no one. We arrived early and just – trust me. It’s only me out here, seated, completely alone.”
You hesitantly move the curtain in the fitting room and step out. Indeed it was silent and no one was there just as Sam reassured. It helped that the room was actually just for the two of you. As you stood there, you felt so naked and raunchy, being were dressed in nothing but lingerie.
“What’s the verdict for this?”
Sam was manspreading on the emerald upholstered chair and you stood in between her legs, inquisitive.
“Oh, baby.”
“How is it…?” you fiddle with the laces, not meeting her eyes.
Sam looks at you with her mouth agape. She didn't say much but surprise was written on her face. You cannot help but overthink still, as your skin wasn’t flawless nor ridiculously skinny like any other models that Sam surely had been entwined with at one point… or even now.
“Hey, are you feeling okay, (y/n/n)?” Sam questions and taps on her thigh. “You aren’t comfortable with this one, are you?” she worriedly asks, her hands on your side, rubbing to soothe you. “Because you look so stunning to me, god,”
You refuse to meet Sam’s eyes, “I- I don’t think I look flattering at these. I’m no model, Sam. Surely you had better.” the distaste on your tone didn’t go unnoticed by the woman who frowned at your words.
Your insecurities began to gnaw in rapidly; what if Sam had other women on days you weren’t available? It made you sick to your stomach.
“What makes you think that? Oh, baby this is the best I’ve ever had.” Sam tugs you by your forearm and while you are teary eyed, she places a gentle kiss at the back of your hand. “I’m sorry if you felt forced to do this. You can take it off now if you want. If I’m being honest, I only thought of wanting to see you strip for me."
The explanation had put your mind at ease. It definitely gave you a sense of comfort that to some extent, you do matter to Sam.
“We could have thought of something else. I.. I’m just not feeling this, Sam, it doesn’t fit me. I’m sorry.”
Sam's heart sank at your words. You weren’t to blame at all. Soon, you felt her fingertips subtly tugging down your skimpy underwear to which you put your hand above hers, halting her movements.
"What – Sam, someone might see us," nervousness washes over your expression, you don't want to get caught in such a vulnerable state.
Sam only looked at you with her dilated eyes. "As if I'd let them see this. Trust me, we just have to be quick, princesa, because I can’t wait much longer.." her fingers smoothly went to hook her fingers under the garter of your underwear and moved to grab the base of the fabric. “Let me apologize to you in this way.” She gave it a pulling tug, your moan vibrating in the small space as it deliciously cupped your pussy lips. “You look so beautiful right now, (y/n/n).”
You barely stifle a moan from erupting out of your mouth and feel yourself drip with wetness.
“My pretty girl is getting turned on with a fucking wedgie? You’re just as turned on as I am, aren’t you?” Sam moistens her lips, “So pretty and all for me. You can’t be loud in here baby, I need you to stay quiet. Don’t want others to hear you moan.”
“Thought- there was no others,” you whimper at Sam who only smirked.
“But the assistants are outside. Can’t have them knowing you’re such a whore for me, hm? Now turn your back to me and look at your pretty reflection.”
Nodding your head profusely, you swallow the lump in your throat. It made Sam chuckle in delight, her eyes gleaming. She pulls up the fabric once again, you’re sure that a wet patch is now evidently staining it. She pokes it with the pad of her two fingers and brushes them back and forth, the friction bringing you pleasure.
She interrupts your reverie by halting her motions, unclasping the bra off you and the intricate straps – one your eyes lingered to – only you didn’t realize that Sam saw the dismay on your face, as though it didn’t fit you. It would be an understatement for Sam to say that she abhors seeing you treat yourself this way.
You observe her hooded eyes now full of desire as she looks up to you – it’s undeniable with how it matches her actions, feeling Sam’s thumb pressed then on your back muscle, letting go to run over her hands all over your torso. It’s soothing although given your position, you feel the want and her touch intoxicating you.
“Sam, please.” you begged, ass pushed to her direction with your posture bent over.
She merely laughs and smacks her hand hard on your ass. The sound echoes in the dressing room. You hissed at how it stings.
Sam had always found your curious look so endearing. You always looked so ready for her to take, attentive, always so curious and beautiful.
She moves her hands agonizingly slow and sensual to your hip bones – brushing her thumb against them – to the skin right under the curve of your ass. You shriek out loud with eyes rolling back to your head, temporarily forgetting that you’re in a public place as Sam notches it up by squeezing you tenderly.
Repeatedly.
“Look at the mirror, (y/n)” Sam sternly orders. You shudder with eyes wide, still not moving. “My little bunny is not dumb, aren’t you, my sweet thing? Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You gulped audibly and a string of moans were pulled out of you as Sam kneaded your supple breasts pleasingly. Being bare while Sam was fully clothed made you uneasy. Looking at the mirror didn’t feel right - seeing yourself become this needy and you meet Sam’s eyes in the reflection. What was her point in doing this? You don’t know either how it intimidates you yet a tinge of excitement is unmistakably laced underneath your impression. While you weren’t new to her roughness, this was particularly still felt exhilarating to you.
Lost in a haze of lust, the ambience changed within the store – it felt as though you were trapped in a heating chamber. It’s charged and so electrifying to be in a compromising position with Sam – while it was a secluded and high-end one that provided privacy, you hoped that no one barged in soon.
Sam left a kiss on your lower back and feeling her hot breath brush on your skin made you shiver run down your spine, snapping you out of your worries.
“I’m going to need you to sit between my legs, (y/n/n). And I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you understand in your pretty head that you’re beautiful, hm?” Sam’s words echoed titillatingly on your whole body, your breath hitched and bothered.
Soon as you sat hesitantly onto the couch between her legs, Sam gripped it and opened it wide for you as she saw you squirming and shakily closing your legs. You saw yourself in the reflection - how bare you were. And all you can think about is Sam and how you’re about to soil the velvety seat. She tuts at your shyness and manoeuvres her hand, wrist curling as she glides one finger over your soaked slit, gasping at how you were already so wet – teasing you.
You sharply inhaled, chasing more of Sam’s touch. “Told you that I’m gonna fuck you in front of this mirror, baby. So don’t hide yourself. I’d like to keep you like this, so gorgeous and ready for me.”
Sam did it for you – adjusted her own thighs to accommodate your legs, placed them on top of hers and spread them for you to see how exactly you were dripping. The wetness trickled down the expanse of your inner thighs out of your folds. Sam had a wolfish grin, what you’d describe as predatory and hungry for you. Lolling your head back to Sam’s shoulder, you hear her grunt as she glides her fingers now directly to your folds, eventually entering inside of you.
The sloppy sounds of your wetness echoed in the room. It didn’t help that you felt Sam pressed the base of her palm against your pelvis as her curled fingers rammed madly inside of you. You were pouring out your arousal.
“Oh Sam, oh fuck– fuck, fuck!” heat rose on your belly, coming in waves. Sam responded by pressing kisses on your now sweaty face.
“Mm yeah? More?”
“Yes, yes… Please, Sam!”
You were lost in the haze of lust, driving you dizzy, as your pussy kept pounding with Sam’s rapid thrusts. A slew of guttural moans were out of your mouth – not even minding how loud you are now. You feel how your own core clenched and sucked the entirety of Sam’s fingers, taking a peek in the mirror proved it enough – it was a terrible decision for you.
“Open your eyes, come on now, my good girl. Don’t want you to miss out on how beautiful my sight is.”
Your teeth caught your bottom lip, you comply for Sam’s sake. She called you a good girl, after all. You kept bouncing on her slender and now thoroughly soaked fingers, your slick all over her pants and you saw how it trickled down to damp and darkened the very upholstered chair. Seeing yourself blushing and so fucking used, your pussy squeezed once again over Sam’s fingers and to both of your delight, her thumb pried and did circular motions to your clit.
The pleasure shot you straight in waves over your body and vibrated so deliciously.
You meet Sam’s thrusts and as you bounced, you also saw how intently focused she was on your reflection.
“God, look at these tits,” Sam roughly squeezed the flesh, making them aggressively jiggle. “I fucking love having you like this baby. Aren’t you my good girl?” she hotly whispered to your reddened ear, giving your earlobe a bite.
Her other hand that supported you by the waist, crawled up to grab the very breasts that she verbally appreciated.
“Come on, say it.” Sam gave it another squeeze – plenty that made you mewl – and tugged your perk nipple harshly. “and look at me as you do.”
“Yes, yes, yes! I’m.. I’m your good girl!”
“Mine only,” Sam growled and you felt her teeth sinking in the skin of your neck, biting and nipping. “Oh how I wanted you for so long, like this for me…”
You moan as you turn your head, not minding the awkward angle, not in this needy state of yours you did mind. Neither did Sam, who was visibly appeased with her pearly grin as you do – even more when you shifted your gaze to the mirror and this time, you actually stared at it.
“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?”
Your hand slithered to Sam’s nape, who was almost as breathless as you. You tried to keep a firm grip on her as you feel more lost in the pleasure.
“Yes, Oh… oh! Sam!”
You nod instantaneously making the woman smile even wider. Soon, Sam’s fingers were sloppy wet and rapidly applying pleasure on her pad and focused on your very clit. You couldn’t do anything but elicit more expressive moans and squelching noises that bounced through the room as Sam fucked you dumb. The coil in your stomach finally untangled, leaving you breathless.
You meekly look at your figure in the reflection once again. Your cum trickled down continuously, leaking out of your pulsating hole. Sam panted lowly in your ear and inserted her hand again, making you grab her inner wrist as you felt the oversensitivity. She hushed you to calm down and she was gently pumping.
It was indeed a pretty sight.
The thick slick of your arousal and cum soon was on your lips, Sam prying it open. It wasn’t up for discussion – you didn’t hesitate either. You taste the bittersweetness coating your tongue and mixed with your saliva, eagerly sucking out of Sam’s fingers. She moaned at your enthusiasm, encouraged by this you sucked more of your remains out of it, your teeth grazing along and Sam pushed it deeper until you felt her slender fingers slightly poking at your throat.
Once she was satisfied, she handled you differently by flipping your position so now you straddled her leg and faced Sam instead of the mirror. Her lips quickly made its way to give you open mouthed kisses to your sternum, to your neck, finally your mouth.
“You did so well, mi amor. And you were so pretty.” You shyly nodded at Sam’s praise. “Remember that, hm? Regardless of dressing like this – lingerie or not – I’ll look and appreciate you the same way.”
“Mm-hmm,” you lazily nodded and met Sam’s gaze.
After Sam helped you dress your clothes. While being fucked the lights out earlier was heavenly, the walking out of the fitting room was not pleasant at all. Your legs feel like jelly, you can barely walk properly without Sam’s tight support on your waist (you refused her offer of carrying you not wanting to be further embarrassed) but it helped that there weren’t any side glances from the assistants.
Oh, heavens. You forgot that Martin was also waiting inside the boutique. Even if he remained mum, you couldn’t be any more humiliated today.
Sam pushed back her slightly tousled hair and you helped her smoothen the back of her clothing. As for her trousers, the damage has been done and it’s currently stained with your wetness. An odd sense of pride came at you because you did that.
Sam held the undergarments – even the one she destroyed and fucked you into and personally offered to place it inside of the provided bag and then handed her black card.
“We’ll take the seat too, the green one in the fitting room. I’ll send someone to pick it up today.” she uttered in what you recognize as her professional voice, the lady simply smiled, replying with Yes, Ms. Loomis, as she agreed with no hesitation.
You hid your face in the crook of Sam’s neck and your cheeks burned. Sam only giggled at your shy reaction. She wrapped an arm around you and brushed your hair gently as she leaned closer to you.
::
“Come back ‘ere.” Sam lazily mutters, voice still raspy. She was still in bed which was such a miraculous sight. Not only because her godly body was exposed but the fact that she stayed in. Her arms were reaching out to you, caressing your bare lower back and eyes barely open. “It’s so cold, you know.”
You gave her a wistful smile. “And you do know that I’m out of clothes here, right? I also happen to have a place of my own, Sam.”
“You can always–”
“–borrow yours, yeah. I know, Sam. But I have to go. My work stuff isn’t here either.”
She sits up fully. “Okay, baby.” Sam replied dejectedly. You shake your head at how she’s acting like a kicked puppy and barely the same as an insatiable sex god from last night. “How about I drive you home? This is an inarguable offer, by the way.”
Sam gave you a pointed look and you can’t help but think if she’s tricking you – seducing you, almost. She’s unashamed with her nakedness and the way she crossed her arms, further made her biceps prominent, the mysterious scar across them, and her supple breasts gave you a mouthwatering view. You chose to ignore how your stomach fluttered at her use of endearment. The more time you spend with Sam, the more they slip out.
“Don’t talk business to me, Sam. You’re so annoying.” You turn back fully facing her with an impish disbelief, grasping at the sheets to cover yourself.
Sam looked at you with childish glee on her face. “Excuse me, you were the one who brought up work. I’m simply reminding you of what you are absolutely missing while I’m on leave for today, mi princesa.”
“Fine, fine. It's not my fault that I’m a corporate slave.”
“That’s why being with me is a good idea.” Sam insists with a kiss on your jugular notch. “Come on, I was planning to make your favorite dish. Maybe you can do it with me, what do you think?”
“Very professional.” You sigh at Sam’s silliness unfolding in front of you. “You just know all the right words to say…”
She crawled her way to you, shutting you up by capturing your lips with soft ones. It was chaste and you felt her smile in between. Moments like this only tugged at your heartstrings. It deluded you that it was somehow coming home to your girlfriend, only to be shaken to the reality of you knowing it was an unlabeled limbo with an old friend. So you shift, initiating with much force this time, getting rough with how you were kissing Sam as though it was your last time.
“Am I still annoying if I do… this?” You feel Sam’s calloused fingers smoothly trailing on your inner thighs, making you shiver. You throw your head back as you reeled to her touch. The familiar wetness reemerged on your core once again.
Before she could do anything else, her phone rang. Sam immediately went for it and barely a trace of her sweet disposition remained as she excused herself.
You blinked at her reaction, paying not much mind to it. Instead, you let your body relax in the softest mattress you’ve ever laid on and quickly, you’re pulled by the thoughts of Sam again, missing her already as you sprawl onto the bed, smelling the distinct coconut shampoo and addicting lotion that she uses and how it clung to the space you laid in.
Half an hour had passed. Getting up, you look around where she could have been, only to find her out in one out of two living rooms, absorbed with the phone call she's in. It wasn’t your plan to eavesdrop but your heart sank soon as the words became much clearer to your ears.
"Yes, I'm dropping by the strip club tonight... of course."
Strip club… tonight? Her words came out in a hush, obviously Sam didn’t want to be heard or rather, caught. No wonder she has been insistent on you to stay this morning.
You simply weren't Sam's fix for this evening.
With cautious steps, you retreat back to Sam's bedroom and with the disgust that brewed in, bile rising in your throat, you start dressing up.
"I thought we agreed that you're staying?" Sam raised her hands in confusion.
"Work couldn't wait, sorry. It’s bugging me the more I ignore it.”
Sam’s face fell immediately at your sudden change of mind. Your heart twinged a little, almost believing that it was genuine.
"Alright. Let me drive you home, (y/n/n)."
Your smile twitched as you hummed in agreement. Suspicion and confrontation will rise if you didn’t, and given what you just found out, you truly didn’t feel up for it.
"I'm bummed that you won't be cooking with me, just so you know. I'll make it alone - don't worry, it will be filled with love and care, a perfect fix as you get your reports done." Sam enthusiastically clasped her hands to you and it only made harder for you to stop the tears that were threatening to pour.
The way Sam took you in her grasp, arms loosely clung around your neck and the mesmerizing gaze she held was doing the opposite reaction. You felt repelled, uneasiness continued to flow through your mind. You've just heard her in the same beat a few minutes ago planning to go to not only a mere club to drink for fun - but a strip joint? Her intentions became even more confusing to you.
Your resolve was crumbling and it was becoming apparent when Sam leaned in for a hopeful kiss and you dodged it, her puckered lips hit the corner of your mouth instead. If she was baffled and had finally picked up your sour mood, you didn't see it as you continued to avoid her gaze.
The car ride was silent. It didn't even occur to you that Sam actually drove you home, but instead of filling the space with laughter and bickering over your taste in music, the two of you were met with an odd silence. You peer at the window throughout the ride, the silent turmoil grew inside of you at the backseat as the car drove on your way home. Eyes fluttering rapidly, you feel the waterworks coming in. Of course this was only a matter of time before it was confirmed to you that you weren’t only the one being fucked by Sam.
You felt gross. The inkling worry that filled you previously turned out to be right. You just hated yourself for blindly trusting her and giving further meaning to her mistaken gentleness.
::
Honestly, you did plan that to be your last time to see Sam.
At least temporarily, you wanted to avoid her. You kept making excuses about how you had a lot of work to do. You knew it was unrealistic to actually avoid her forever, not when you literally were tangled with her on her sheets for a couple of months already. Unless you were to flee the country, of course. The idea is slightly tempting. You consider it, albeit impractical, it’s one of your last resort of choices.
You were used to her scent from her bedsheets to her clothes and to her sleepy self arguing that she is very much awake during your random movie nights, her voice – everything revolves around Sam now and you hated it.
It felt like you were a teenager again with a hopeless crush on the girl you’ve liked from afar for years.
Even as you pulled away from Sam, your brain was racking through heaps of what-if thoughts – were you ever enough? Why did she have to make you feel so special, leading you into this domestic bliss? She always made time. Besides the good, you witnessed her downs, the aggressiveness, how her indistinguishable job took a toll on her. All because she let you in. You wondered why she even thought of you as worthy as such, yet made you feel of being less than that, at the same time?
However, if there is a light to all of this domesticity you shared with Sam that gave you warmth, there were also a lot of questionable actions that she specifically kept on doing. She appeared hesitant with dropping you off to your house and insists that one of her drivers will do the honors instead – with the sex on the table, it made you feel disposable and cheap – or how sometimes hours after sex; you get a sleepy glimpse of Sam sneaking onto the balcony. The faint noises of her raised voice in her phone, doing god knows what – you were there, unaware if it was a conversation with another woman and maybe, just maybe, Samantha Loomis wasn't as heartfelt as you naively believed her to be.
As you expected she didn’t drop by at your house. Her little gifts and take outs from restaurants that you liked and visited with her continued to be sent every weekend. You didn’t know whether it was out of pity or a proper goodbye in her own terms, making your stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought.
Your friends weren’t any less worried even with your now constant appearances for hangouts and karaoke nights, they gently explained that your mind often fled elsewhere and your gloomy disposition was noticeable. It’s not that they were annoyed, your friends were concerned more than anything. So, you finally open up but not too much. You retell you were in this Friends with benefits recently and it ruined your sanity, for better or worse, all in vague descriptions. After all, you were sure that now Sam was more likely ashamed of being seen by you and wanted to keep her bachelorette status.
The chorus of oh sweetie in an understanding tone immediately came and when they hugged you, it worsened the longing you felt for Sam and how you have been entangled with her this whole time.
“It sucks how you can get roped into that so suddenly.” Jane, your friend, empathised. “does that count as a situationship – or whatever it is they call it nowadays?”
“Let’s call it friends with benefits for the sake of simplicity.” Margo, the colleague who ironically was one of the main reasons why you got into the gala and met Sam, nodded her head with no hesitation. “I don’t understand why it is that hard to communicate something simple as that. And getting her fix of pleasure in another place, too, Jesus Christ.”
“Feels a bit of a power trip to me. Based on what you’ve said, how she’s got a sexy mysterious vibe going on and while that sounds sexy in other ways, I can only imagine how it must’ve taken a toll on you, (y/n).” Jane adds with a forlorn expression on her face.
They were expressive with their opinions - you liked how your friends were very protective of you. They felt betrayed almost as much as you do soon as you mentioned that Sam was a friend of yours way back.
Although, you hated how there’s a lump in your throat and a part of you was ready to jump in Sam’s defense. Before you drown more in the thoughts of her, you decided to pour another shot.
“Fuck that. Let’s drink to this,” your words come out slurred and your friends only follow suit.
Sam didn’t stop spamming you with messages. It was expected considering that she’s the most insistent person you have met yet. Still, you shrug her off, saying that you work overtime these days and you don’t feel like being a booty call for a while – or ever for her. But Sam’s resolve proved to be unwavering as she updated you about her thoughts and invites of coming back home; her words, not yours.
::
“You know, if you’re up for it, you should totally meet this girl. Most blunt person I’ve met yet, so.” Margo indiscreetly implies that it shouldn’t be as troublesome as your previous limbo was. “She’s also really hot. And just down for either something casual or serious, depends how you talk about it.”
“Margo, you know I don’t think–” you shake your head. Besides being full of what-ifs and considering that you might have a good time, your thoughts keep bouncing back to a specific Latina in your mind.
Your mind swirls, not knowing why it feels like a betrayal deep down.
“Just give it a chance.” Margo interrupts, firm with her stand. “One date. It’s also been almost two weeks since you’ve been moping. You know we don’t mind that but- I just wanted to tell you that the dating pool is full of choices.
What’s the worst thing that can happen?”
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—LOVING YOU IS TREACHEROUS
frat!jake seresin x f!reader
dagger squad college!au
summary: jake realizes there's more to his feelings for you than just pure attraction or the moment jake realizes he's falling in love
wc: 1.7k
warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), a little angst, swearing, bad parental relationships, mentions of vomiting, and drinking
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Things are different now. You are different now. Not in a bad way, you suppose. Just different. You’re more social, more outgoing, you feel more at peace with yourself. To think that it’s all because of a group project.
Never would you have thought that a randomized group project would lead you to your newfound friends. Never would you have thought they would be Frat boys. Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin somehow wormed their way into your little friend group, bringing Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch with them. Suddenly, your little group of five became nine. You used to think you’d hate it, but now you wouldn’t have things any other way.
Even Jake Seresin, who you found absolutely infuriating, added something to the dynamic of the group. Despite your clear distaste for him, it just wouldn’t be the same without him.
You couldn’t explain it, but you felt complete. Had you told yourself five months ago that you’d become friends with Delta Chi’s most notorious you would have laughed in your own face. Never, in a million years, did you think that would ever happen. Yet here you were, spending your Saturday night in your apartment playing board games and drinking (they were drinking, you were supervising) with your expanded group.
“I call bullshit! That’s a hit!” Javy drunkenly slurs at Bob who holds his hands up with clear offense.
Bob pushes his glasses up the slope of his nose. His flushed skin and pink tipped ears are a tell tale sign that he is intoxicated. “Is not!”
Javy shakes his head vigorously. “Is to! Let me see that,” he clumsily reaches over towards Bob’s Battleship board. Javy’s lack of coordination sends the board flying, along with the rain of tiny red and white playing pieces that scatter across the living room.
The room erupts in a chorus of shouts and groans upon the inevitable clean up of the game and you sigh from your place on the couch. “I think that’s enough of that for tonight.” You wipe your palms on the fabric of your pants before bringing yourself to a stand.
Carefully maneuvering around your friends who are now scattered all across the room picking up little red and white bullets, you gather the last of stray cups of alcohol that was left on the coffee table.
“Hey!” Bradley catches sight of you whisking away their stash for the night.
“Nope, no more drinks for tonight.” Bradley opens his mouth in protest as you continue, “Unless you want to spend the rest of the night cleaning the apartment of the mess you guys made.”
The pointed look you give him makes his mouth snap shut and he sends you a mock salute before clumsily going back to picking up stray playing pieces.
“Thank you,” you chide, sauntering over to the kitchen. You laugh at the sound of your friends’ overlapping chatter and Natasha’s mothering as she commands the boys to quit stalling and clean.
There was no denying that your apartment was loud. Louder than it should be for ten o’clock at night. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care about quieting your friends down. You’ve spent so long living in silence that you embrace the sounds of joy and laughter that surround you.
Silence isn’t unfamiliar to you. You grew up as an only child in a big house with emotionally absent parents. Silence was the only thing you ever knew. Then it wasn’t.
You found a new home, a new family. One you wouldn’t give up for anything.
You were too deep in your own musings to notice the faint footsteps creeping up behind you.
“You missed a few,” a deep voice from behind you makes your heart jump.
You almost drop the cups in your hand as you spin on your heel to see Jake Seresin standing in front of you with a few more glasses in hand.
Your shoulders drop from your ears once you get a hold of your surroundings. “Geez, Seresin! You almost scared me half to death.”
He winces at your wide eyes, biting his bottom lip to stifle the smile that threatens to cross his face. “Sorry,” he shrugs, stepping in front of you to place the cups on the counter behind you.
You’re unsure whether or not he decided to step into your space intentionally. Either way, he was close enough for your chests to touch. The thought set your cheeks on fire, causing you to shove his arm away with a scoff. “Ever heard of personal space, Hangman?”
Rather than the witty retort you were expecting out of him, Jake mumbles a soft apology before stepping back to keep an arm's length between you two.
The silence that follows is unsettling. You realize that you have never been alone with Jake for longer than a few minutes at a time. When you were working on the group project together, Bradley was always around. The one time you tried to help him study for his American History final, you fell asleep halfway into your study session, cutting it short. For some reason you didn’t know how to act around him in any way other than hostile.
You were glad he fought you back with just as much fire. It kept the strange feelings in your stomach at bay.
The way he was looking at you now, however, this was different from the Jake you were so used to seeing. There was no puff to his chest or arrogance in his gaze. Only softness and dare you say, ease in his posture.
“They’re showing the Twilight movies at the theaters this weekend if you were interested in going,” Jake breaks the silence.
It takes you a moment to comprehend what he’s saying or to even realize that he’s talking to you. You thought Natasha must have stumbled her way into the kitchen but you glanced around to see no one but you two still there. You could no longer hear the noise being made by your friends in the living room. It was like all your senses had suddenly attuned to the man in front of you. The only thing you were aware of was him. You stutter embarrassingly over your words as you respond. “Oh, you mean wi–with you?”
Jake’s eyes grow wide before he shakes his head. “No, well, yeah if you want to. I wasn’t trying to imply that you should go with me or anything. You could go with anyone you want. Doesn’t have to be me, I just thought that you’d like to know since you’re such a huge fan of the series.”
Jake wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole right now. Smooth, Seresin, he scolds himself. Just when he thought he might have been reaching some middle ground with you, he had to go and make it weird by making you think he was asking you out. Not that he was opposed to the idea, rather that he wanted to ask you out the right way. Not while he was slightly tipsy in your kitchen.
Your lips twitch unexpectedly, pulling upwards at the corners. There was something about seeing this side of Jake Seresin–the nervous, rambly side of him– that you found endearing. You preferred him more than the cocky, self centered frat boy he usually was. “How did you know I like the Twilight series?”
He shrugs nonchalantly, a proud smile over taking his worried features. “You aren’t the only one who pays attention to things, Ace.”
You put your hands up in surrender with light laughter, shaking your head softly. “Sorry, I’m just surprised that Jake Seresin pays attention to things other than sorority girls and himself.”
“I pay attention to you,” the words just almost fall from his lips. Instead what comes out is, “And football. I pay attention to football too.”
You snort, crossing your arms across your chest with a smirk. “Right, sorority girls, yourself, and the Dallas Cowboys.”
“You got it, sweetheart,” he winks.
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly when he winks and you find it absolutely amusing. A small fit of giggles erupt from you causing him to tilt his head with confusion.
“What’s so funny, Ace?” he questions with his hands on his hips.
His own lips quirk up as he tries not to laugh, finding your own incredibly contagious. That and he couldn’t help but think of just how much he loved seeing you this way. So open and carefree.
Love. That isn’t the first time the word has popped into Jake’s head when he thought of you. It was, however, the first time he truly welcomed the thought.
It wasn’t like in the movies, where the main character has this big revelation that they're in love. Rather, it slowly crept up on him. Always being in the back of his mind, but never clear enough for him to make out what it was exactly he was feeling.
But things have changed lately, he has changed. You made him want to be better.
You two weren’t close, far from it actually. But he wants to get close to you. He wants to be someone worth your time. He wants to be able to have more moments like this with you.
He was willing to prove that he was no longer the immature playboy you think he is.
The question is on the tip of his tongue. Maybe he should just take this as an opportunity to ask you out. He opens his mouth, ready to take the leap when—
“Bradley!” Natasha shouts from the living room. “Ace, can you grab the Clorox? Bradley just threw up on the floor!”
Mickey moans, “I think I might be next!”
You curse under your breath sending Jake a look he reciprocated with a tired sigh.
“Well, looks like we’re on babysitting duty,” you weakly smile.
He nods halfheartedly, watching you grab the wipes before hurrying out to the living room. His chest physically hurt as he watched you walk away. He was so close. However, he knew his feelings would have to wait.
The old Jake didn’t do commitment or girlfriends. The old Jake didn’t fall in love.
The new Jake was falling hard, and he was falling fast. He had a feeling things were only going to get more complicated from here. He doesn’t mind it, though. In fact, he kind of likes it.
a/n: i genuinely feel like not many people read my work on here anymore but i've missed these two so much i had to post. as usual, if you made it this far, my inbox is always open and thank you for reading! :D
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Pink Whitney (psh) - teaser
PAIRING: park sunghoon x fem!reader
GENRES: smut, fluff, crack, college au, brother’s best friend au, frat au, friends to lovers au
TEASER WC: 0.46k (not sure how long the actual story will be but it’s already past 7k ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა
SUMMARY: You had always trusted the beautiful bottle of Pink Whitney to deliver crazy fun nights with little to no hangovers in the morning. It was almost a sacred bond between you and your go-to drink. But that trust was shattered after a night that should have been like any other. Instead, you found yourself waking up in bed with your younger brother's frat bro, and worse, narrowly avoiding pregnancy. Now, as you navigate the awkward aftermath of it all, you feel betrayed by Pink Whitney, the drink that had never let you down before. But even as you mourn the loss of that trust, you find yourself more worked up over the boy who shattered it.
Fuck Park Sunghoon for ruining Pink Whitney for you or better yet fuck Pink Whitney for making you fall in love with Park Sunghoon.
Of course, you would much rather be anywhere on a Thursday night (which was still a school night btw!) than at Epsilon Nu’s notorious back to school party, but a promise was a promise and you couldn’t back out on it. Especially when it was a promise you made to your brother. Jungwon was a relatively easy sibling that rarely asked for much from you so when he came running across campus to you with a request, you couldn’t turn him away.
“I promise it’ll be the best night of your life!” You doubted it but you let him continue rambling as it was becoming almost entertaining with how desperate your younger brother was becoming.
As a first-year and a pledge, he was automatically sent to the bottom of the food chain and in the hierarchy of a fraternity if he didn’t bring anything to the frat, then he could wave his membership goodbye.
“You know I never ask you for anything but if you and your sisters could come then it would help me out and by that, I mean like reaaaaaallly help me out!” His eyes were wide and shimmering towards you.
“Ok fine, I’ll be there. I’ll probably be able to bring a couple of us but I can’t assure you anything.” You finally give in and before you can even finish your sentence, Jungwon was already pulling you into a tight side hug while jumping in glee.
Each pledge was tasked with inviting girls to the party and the more that came under their name would be awarded more points and your brother was aiming to be on the top of that list. He was smart for reaching out for your help as you had the connections to help him out as you were also involved in Greek life. It wouldn’t be hard to convince your sisters to go as you knew many of them were already planning on going but it was the fact that you personally weren’t planning on going until now.
“You won’t regret it! I promise I’ll make sure we’re stocked up on that Pink Whitney shit you like so much and I can even see if Heeseung hyung would be able to pick you and the girls up so you guys won’t have to worry about driving!”
Seeing how excited he was also brought a smile to your face but if you knew what Thursday night had in store for you then you would have most definitely declined and stuck with your original plans of staying back at your sorority house lounging in the new pajama set you bought at Target while starting on assignments you were already given. But you were no fortune-teller and also weak to your brother’s puppy eyes how could you have known?
AUTHOR’S NOTE: ngl around 60-65% of this story is based on real life events (yes i am indeed involved in greek life, specifically at an sec school so you guys will be getting the whole southern experience lmao) so not only am I excited to be sharing this piece but also scared shitless so I hope no one judges lol! but in all seriousness I’m having so much fun writing this, lowkey might wanna expand on this universe and maybe continue it as a series with different members? but hope you guys enjoyed the trailer and send me an ask or anything regarding the fic if you’re interested! ♡
#sunghoon#sunghoon smut#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x y/n#enhypen scenarios#enhypen#enhypen x reader#park sunghoon#sunghoon imagines#enhypen smut#enhypen fluff#enhypen oneshots#fic: pink whitney
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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my nct recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
Late night Company || @daegall💕💔✅
↳ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.
Safety Net || @fadedncity🔞💕✅
↳ (theres no summary but short description from me - friends to lovers + clowns)
Between Us || @neowinestainedress🔞💕✅
↳ you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.
Birthday Boy || @writemekpop💕✅
↳ It's Renjun's birthday and all you want is a moment alone, but other people keep getting in the way...
Homebody || @daydreamingyuta💕✅
↳ bf!Jeno spending a relaxing day at home with you instead of going out.
Mine || @milliewrtes💕✅
↳ in which your boyfriend saves you from unwanted, horrible flirting
My Exception || @armysantiny💕✅
↳ Renjun’s reading time is sacred; a dedicated few hours every weekend spent with him, his wax melts, a book, and a hot drink. Though he can make an exception for y/n. He can always make an exception for them.
Spidey Boy || @martiniblues💕💔✅💯💯
↳ mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.
Sweet Like Pumpkin Pie || @potatocitytechnology🔞✅
↳ One fall day, you decide it's time to let go of your worries. Turns out you're a natural freak in the sheets and Johnny loves it.
Target Run || @kyufessions💕💔✅💯
↳ shopping with chenle can be exhausting, especially for your first apartment together
Don't Test Me || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯
↳ Haechan was always known as the funny, sunshine one of the whole of NCT. But that doesn’t mean that can’t go serious. Especially when it comes to his lover who is actually the opposite of him. Quiet, reserved but anxious.
Protection || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯
↳ NCT was developing a new technology to help them expand more and help them to always be one step ahead of their enemy
12-7 Room || @zh-lele💕🔄
↳ Surviving a week to Donghyuck's charms and jokes can't be so hard... Worst case scenario, you end up completely falling for your brother's best friend.
Ghostie || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯
↳ As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
I Saw Her First || @astayinwonderland🔞✅
↳ you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too
Send In The Clowns || @smileysuh🔞✅💯
↳ “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.
Somebody's Watching Me || @neocentral🔞✅💯
↳ (no summary, but somnophilia)
The Only Exception || @jaylaxies🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ mark was overprotective and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.
Treat You Better || @luvyeni🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ renjun hates your boyfriend, he certain he can treat you better
ASAP || @yeonjunszn💕✅💯💯
↳ you’re not exactly the best barista at zhong coffee, but for some unknown reason (his massive crush on you), mark thinks you can do no wrong. sick and tired of his favoritism and your lack thereof due to absolute obliviousness, your coworkers are determined to fix this problem. asap.
Enchanted To Meet You || @liliansun💕💔✅💯
↳ college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.
The Deal || @xrenjunniesx💕✅💯
↳ when a boy you didn’t know all too well asks for your number, you decide to make him work for it. when he asks for the second time, you make a deal with him.
NCT 127 Texts || @kumoseiza💕✅💯
↳ Couple Costumes
10:04AM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅
↳ (soft renjun is superior)
16:47 || @lovesuhng💕✅
↳ "Don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I've got you."
9:35PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅
↳ (hyuck is a menace but hes their child)
Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
#nct scenarios#nct fluff#nct 127 scenarios#nct dream scenarios#nct 127 fluff#nct dream fluff#nct smut#nct angst#nct dream smut#nct dream angst#nct 127 smut#nct 127 angst#nct fic recs#nct recs#nct social media au#nct dream social media au#nct 127 social media au#nct friends to lovers au#nct best friends to lovers au#nct mafia au#nct established relationship au#nct strangers to lovers au
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ermmmmmmmmm i don’t know how to explain this ask but what do you think simon would be like like in college??? would he be a frat boy???? did he even go to college????????????? this is so dumb im sorry lmao
omg heyy no dont sweat about this!! this is so cute!! its not dumb at all!!
edit: overhauling my prev post!
!! in a no-military au:
i dunno how active chapters are in UK universities but if they are, then yea i think he joined a fraternity based on a scholarship! (every time i think of fratboy simon, i think about channing tatum in 22 jump street hhhhhhhhasfj [heart eyes])
there are 11 fraternities in my uni and sometimes i happen to be in campus when the recruitments are being announced and it's honestly such a cool, if not a little startling, event. i transferred from a college so it was so shocking to see these because i genuinely thought these were only an american (US) thing
sooo imagining this to be simon's uni life is making me giggle because on one hand i think simon's the type to wanna avoid all that unnecessary events, but then i also imagine him joining exactly because of said events- it opens up lots of opportunities and helps him build intimate connections!! also, i just wanna imagine him having fun :((
the major chapters in my uni are either centric on sports or exclusive for a specific grad school so i dunno if simon's membership is because he's a current undergrad (ergo he's in a varsity) or because he went to grad school.... our powerhouse teams in uni happens to be hockey (and basketball) so now just imagine hockey player simon :(( god im spiralling hhgrhoegh foaming at the mouth!!!
imagine hockey player simon who comes out of practice with flushed cheeks and tussled hair. imagine simon as the goalie OR the centre hhnngh imagine simon pinning up the campus and chapter flag in his room like a dork (beside pictures of you two taken during frat parties). imagine simon lending you his jersey. imagine simon choosing your birth date as his jersey number
...sfksapjfdasf oh i am unwell
!! canon-lenient (ty tomie @tomiesdiet for the callout on my error LMFAOFOED)
i think he joined a fraternity too!! i went ballistic and searched up fraternities and cadet lifestyles, and they act like any other universities too so yea i do think he joined a chapter prior to joining the military!!
i do see him joining it for the same benefits such as scholarship and varied opportunities. but also it's noted that fraternities geared for the military also get service projects which help expand their experiences.
there's also a non-collegiate fraternity for the military!! maybe he'd have been part of that :0
i dunno if there would be repercussions of having been a member of a chapter later on as he gets into spec-ops. otherwise, he probably faked his death so that there won't be any loose connections to trace to him
#anon#ask#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#another OOC simon pls do not scream at me#suns
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The Morning After
Kinktober 2022
Day Twenty-Five
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Words: 595
Warnings: Moring sex, hungover sex, cockwarming, talks of underage drinking, strap on (duh)
Request: Nope.
Summary: The morning after the frat party, you wake up beside Natasha, only to repeat the actions the day before.
A/N: This is a part two of ‘Thigh Mega Tampon’.
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You awoke the next day, in the late morning, with a sickly headache, thanks to your hangover.
You hadn't even opened your eyes yet, but still, the sun blazing through your uncovered window glared into the lids of your eyes.
With a scrunched-up face, you turned it away, letting out a whimpered groan deep in your chest. Yet you heard another sound, mimicking yours, from the space beside you on the bed.
Ripping your eyes open, you fought against the blaring sun to peer at the body beside yours. Spotting the beautiful -and naked- red-head you had spent the night with prior, out in the backyard of the frat house of 'Kappa Beta Gamma'. The woman whose name you found out was Natasha.
"Your head feel like it's gonna fall off too?"
She groaned softly once more, easing her eyes open, barely, turning to peer at you over her shoulder, "How could I have a hangover this bad. I don't remember drinking this much."
"Maybe we just forgot pounding a full bottle of vodka. Each."
Natasha 'humphed' softly, turning back to snuggle into the pillow, hoping to sleep the hangover off. However, as soon as she shifted around, trying to get comfortable when she gasped suddenly.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you asked worriedly, hand sliding down to her hip, hovering over the red-head's shoulder, evaluating her expression for any signs of pain.
Her green eyes connected with yours, letting you watch as her pupils expanded and her breath shallowed.
You were confused by her reaction, curious as to what was running through her mind, along with the worry you still felt for her. That was until you gasped yourself.
All thanks to Natasha rolling her hips back into yours, and the realization dawned on you.
The strap you had worn last night to fuck the beautiful girl was still secured around your hips and deep within her.
"Jesus Christ," you whispered, leaning down to push your face into her neck, "You want it even now?"
"Can you blame me? I think sex would make me feel a lot better."
With a hum, she reached back to thread her fingers into your hair as you mouthed at her neck, learning nips and wet kisses across the area. Holding her hip as you began thrusting into her from behind.
"I just think you're insatiable," you chuckled into her neck.
Sliding your arm under the red-head's body, your free hand, the girl folded her fingers between yours before you pulled your entwined hands to her abdomen. While your other slid around to play with her throbbing clit. Still able to use your grip on her to pull her down against your thrusts.
"Oh God, Y/N."
"Fuck, I love it when you moan my name."
With a giggle, Natasha replied, "Maybe next time I'll let you film it, so you can hear it whenever you want."
You grunted, pounding into her harder in reaction, spurring on her orgasm. With her cry of your name, your head throbbed painfully, reminding you of your hangover, bringing on a light ringing in your ears.
Natasha panted against your lips, pressing hisses onto your lips, no less passionate to the last. With her nose brushing against yours, she whispered, "I don't want you to be just a one-night stand."
"I could tell that from the whole filming you thing," you joked. Another kiss to her lips, "But I feel the same way."
With that, and her smile, sealed the deal for your coming years at the university.
... and perhaps there after.
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#original work#original fanfiction#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff#marvel#MCU
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you have me thinking a lot about frat boy jack…we might need to expand on a frat jack universe bestie🤭
oh my god i’m so down for this! 🤭
i know i already have 2 jack au’s but…. a frat boy jack au 👀
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Genshin University Headcanons
included: albedo, childe, hu tao, kazuha, xiao, yoimiya
tags: modern au, university au, headcanon
note: as a senior in uni now spending the summer doing research sometimes i wish i was a business major HHAHAHA
i am also slightly drunk right now so i hope i don't make grammar errors :///
Albedo
chemistry major with an emphasis in organic chemistry, philosophy minor
studies EXTRA hard, makes straight A's consistently
president of the chemistry club
probably tutors as well
likes to post on his studying based instagram
because of his studies lives on coffee, more specifically cold brew with a splash of cream or just plain black
you can find him in the uni library, his hair caught up in a ponytail, looking through formulas and equations for the upcoming exam
basically lives in the library
tends to be more introverted and reserved, but occasionally has study buddies
dresses very preppy, always dons a pair of round silver wire frames with a long coat
barely sleeps bc his coffee addiction
Childe
marketing major, polisci minor
the type of person who never shuts up in class
the leader of debates, always answers questions
fulfills any participation point requirement in a matter of days
exteremely extroverted, has a friend group he always is with
plays sports (probably something with water like swimming or water polo)
not the most studious person but gets his work done and gets decent grades
Bs and Cs get degrees!
his dorm room is a mess.
also probably dresses like a frat boy.
he probably is a frat boy.
Hu Tao
biology major with a concentration of mortuary science, chem minor
probably a ta in bio or chem, probably with aldedo
also tutors with him
for someone who in in STEM, she dresses really well
loves to wear plaid and dark browns and reds
it's giving dark academia
probably popular on instagram for her outfit inspos and day in the lifes
the type to do well in classes sometimes and struggle in others
but always tries her hardest, especially when it's a class she isn't the best at but truly enjoys
probably scares her bestie Zhongli when he comes over because she's talking to spirits at night but he can't see them
so he thinks she looks crazy
it's ok she learned it in class :)
Kazuha
creative writing major, english minor
aspires to teach in poetry
incorporates his past experiences and friends into his works, gaining a solid reputation among the poetry community
has won a few awards for his haikus
only cares about his major classes, GE's can cease to exist
he did discover a love for music through his fine arts GE though
he began to play guitar because of it
he occasionally thinks of songwriting as it is in a way another form of poetry
drinks milk tea to concentrate on his studies which he does in private
he spends most of his time alone as its where he can focus the most
Xiao
psychology major, sociology minor
now hear me out
xiao is interested in human behaviors and customs
what better time to educate yourself in university?
probably on a sports team, i can see volleyball despite his shortness
very introverted but also attracts many people due to his mysterious energy
dresses very grunge
probably wears eyeliner here and there
doesn't care much for class
shows up late or prays there's a recording instead so he can sleep and procrastinate
but does enjoy learning from time to time
people are interesting, he'll think
and their food can be ok too... sometimes
Yoimiya
marketing major, communications minor
because she loves to talk to people and expand her firework business
has a tiktok for her business
will appear on shark tank and WILL get a deal
she's a smooth talker like that
super popular,everyone loves her positive and bubbly personality in a place where many people are stressed and always on edge
often shows up late to class but everyone forgives her because she makes the class lively
is in cheer and tumbles
volunteers often to serve the people around the university
especially enjoys visiting the nearby elementary school to read books to them
she loves children and considers taking up a teaching career to spread her happiness to future generations :))
thank you for reading! feel free to comment suggestions!
#genshin#genshin hcs#genshin impact#mihoyo#hoyoverse#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#college au#au#university au#albedo#childe#tartaglia#hu tao#kazuha#kaedehara kazuha#kokomi#kokomi sangonomiya#xiao#yoimiya#hc#headcanons
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My Projects
Primary project: Murder batman
General notes:
Steamy gaslamp fantasy romance
First person present POV
MC is Cerise Doran, a serial killer with shadow magic
Unfinished but 5 books planned
Murder batman 1
The first book in the series
Draft 4 done
132,866
Homeless and freezing, Cerise goes to the home of a mysterious stranger named Keir. It turns out he works for an assassin guild called the Red Society and wants to recruit her because she's a shadow walker, a rare kind of mage who can use shadow magic. As she begins training under him, she works with him to find an arsonist threatening the brothels of Belldale.
Murder batman 2
Book 2
Draft 1 unfinished
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Picks up after book 1 ends. Cerise continues her training with Keir. A stalker has been sending Cerise notes and gifts. His existance forces Cerise, Keir and the household to move in secret. Will they be able to find the stalker before he finds them?
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Book 3
Draft 1 definitely not finished
18,823 words
Picks up where book 2 ends and Cerise has to deal with the aftermath of book 2's finale. As the year of training comes to an end she must prove herself worthy to the Elders of the Red Society and take on a deadly assassination job.
Next project (probably): Jane Austen Retellings
General notes:
Steamy future fantasy romance
First person present POV
MC is different for each duology. For the second duology (pride and prejudice) Anelisa (Annie) Walker is the MC
Unfinished, a series of duologies maybe
64,894 words
I've started on the 2nd duology in the series instead of the first. Annie Walker meets a hot stranger at a frat party and they drunkenly make out. The next day she learns he and his friend have moved into the penthouse of their highrise and will be going to her university to work on their masters degrees. There's a lot of drama and angst between Annie and her hot stranger, Dominik. Can they survive the semester?
Possible next project: modern fae
General notes:
Paranormal Romance
First person present POV
MC is Lyra Peterson
Unfinished, trilogy (hopefully (these things always expand))
24,839 words
Lyra Peterson and her best friend Sam Brewster join a crew to burgle some ditzy rich woman with lax security. The ditzy rich woman turns out to be Queen Mab of the Unseelie Court and she's very interested in Lyra. So interested she strikes a deal with her, help her steal the Crown of Spring from the Queen Titania of the Summer Court and she'll help her figure out who her mother is.
Some future date project: Operation Scarlet Letter
General notes:
Steamy future fantasy romance
Third person past POV (currently)
MC is Scarlet Letter (name will probably change), a journalist for a skeezy tabloid
Unfinished, nothing really planned
5,710 words
Scarlet sees a news interview of a CEO begging for his daughter to be found and her gut instinct tells her that this is her big breakout story that will get her a legit journalist job. Danger follows her as she gets deeper and deeper into this investigation.
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.˚📓┊ YOUNG DUMB AND BROKE ╭╯ UNIVERSITY VERSE
University Student. 20 years old. Basketball Captain. Campus Heartthrob. Artist. Campus Playboy (Allegedly). Barista. Frat Brother.
tw/cw ; drug usage, alcohol usage, controlling family, sexual content, rumors of sleeping around, potential violence.
ABOUT (PAST AND PRESENT):
Jaesung was born to his parents in their mid-twenties and while he can't remember his early toddler years, he was told his parents were around more and by the time he turned around 4-5 his parents had basically been non-existent in his life. This had, understandably, upset the young boy, but he wasn't totally alone—he had Mrs. Cha and his brother, though he seemed to be more set on winning his parent's approval and praise. And so the youngest Jeon was left on his own with his maid, having to find his own ways to entertain himself as his brother would be too busy studying to play with him.
During his late elementary years, his family had relocated to the United States, as his father had plans to expand his company. He struggled because he had to learn English, and kids would often tease him had he not understood what they were trying to say. Eventually though, he was a fluent English speaker and could hold long conversations with native English speakers, though he's still learning to this day.
As time passed, Jaesung got more and more rebellious and would often act out, hoping to get his parents' attention—especially in his teens. He'd drink and come home drunk and or high, sneak out to hang with his friends, skip school, and just get himself into trouble. He was that typical rebellious kid in middle school all the way through high school. Though often he'd avoid going home to his quiet house, choosing instead to stay at a friend's house or sneak out in the middle of the night to get up to mischief with his admittedly not so much of a good influence friend group.
Jaesung was out of his family's house as soon as he could. It was maybe a month or two after his 17th birthday that he packed up and was out of the house without looking back. He had rented an apartment while he finished his last year of high school, living there on his own until he was eventually off to his chosen University. He purposely picked one that was a way from his home, but in a last-ditch effort to get some sort of acceptance from his family, he enrolled in the business major with plans of joining his elder brother at working at the family company. His apartment was kept, but he currently lives on campus in the frat.
His parents hadn't even praised him for it—it was almost as if he was expected to take that major and then live his life furthering the business.
The first year was.. fine. He'd made new friends, attended most of the parties held by students, and enjoyed planning and throwing the ones with his frat brothers. He hadn't been interested in girls but would chat with them out of friendliness. But one night, he talked to a girl—was his usual friendly and somewhat flirty self—and everything seemed to go well. Until it was not. She had forced herself on him, successfully stealing his first kiss. There were videos, cameras, people watching and talking about it—but he was frozen. He'd eventually come to his senses, pushed her away and disappeared out the door of the house party. From there, the rumour of him being a man-whore had spread around campus.
Second year of Uni starts and Jaesung is a whole new person. He's quiet, ignoring girls and brushing them off with his coldness that seems to linger over him. He'd often skip his classes; no longer interested in fighting for his parents' love and instead does what he wants. More often than not, you can find him in front of an easel or a large canvas with a paintbrush in his hand in the studio his University had confirmed. And while he goes out his way to disregard women, there's this one that he can't help but tease—he doesn't hide who he is from her and finds he can be himself; even if that pissed off and confuses the other women on campus.
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As if Kevin didn't have enough to deal with between being a RA, ectronical engineering major, and vice president of the AV club. Kevin also had to run around campus putting out fires all day. He had an exam to study for, people on his floor having conflicts, and 4 different clubs all had to pick some technical event today? First it was the film club having issues with their showcase, then the anime club encountering sound issues during a on the lawn screening they were doing of some show, the gaming club having internet issues in the student lounge and last but certainly worst, Gamma Tau having issues with the sound mixers and amps they borrowed from the university for some dance party. Why was something like that even allowed? Because they had a table where people could pay $1 for a hug, $2 for a kiss, or $5 for a dance with thhe Gamma boy of their choosing. All funds going to some charity of course. Kevin had to give the frat credit. For a bunch of dumb bros they sure knew how to trick the school into letting them do basically whatever they wanted by making their less than approvable activities a charity event. So here he was, when he really outta be studying, or telling the guy in 306 that no his commuter girlfriend can't stay over so often she's practically moved in, or maybe applying for internships. Instead he's on stage at a interupted frat party trying to get the computer, sound board, and amps to talk to each other. As he's messing with some wires and settings one of the frat guys with a camera comes up and snaps a pic. The flash suprising and temporarily blinding Kevin.
"What the hell bro!" Kevin shouted covering his mouth after he noticed his use of the word bro and then rubbing his eyes to get rid of the spots from the flash.
"Sorry bro but couldn't take pics of the party without gettin' the DJ too" the guy chuckled.
"I'm here to fix the equipment not be a...DJ" though as he said it it began to sound a lot more like what he was here for. Yeah. He knew how to use this equipment. Computer. Sound mixer. Yeah these dumb bros must think he's such a genious because he can use all this tech. His chest started to slim down, smoothing out. Body hair fading as his chub from sitting all the time vanished. Soft pecs pushing out as his stomach hardened into abs. Shoulders cracking and getting broader as the sun felt more intense than usual as he began to sweat, his expanding torso feeling so fuckin' constricted in his shirt. He soon took it off while his jeans turned into gray cargo pants with lots of pockets. The sun was in his eyes until the bro with the camera noticed he kept shading his eyes and quickly got him a gray hat to wear. As soon as it was slapped on he started to feel dumber. Harder to think. A sudden emptyness in his head but nah a quick glance at the equipment reminded him he was smarter than the others. His legs started to get thicker in the cargos. Growing taller as well as brown hairs started to dust them. His feet started to swell until they felt uncomfortable in his shoes. His big bro feet get so hot and uncomfortable in his tight shoes. Deciding they must be the source of his confusion, he kicked them off. Now standing bsrefoot and shirtless on the stage. All the bros, babes, and random other guests all able to see him. He soon got the equipment working and was rewarded by thumping music that only seemed to make the sudden emptiness in his head expand. His hair got sweaty and messy curling out a bit on the sides and back of the hat. His skin tanned slightly as he grabbed headphones. Soon he was dancing along to the beat. Soon pressing a button to add his own mix to the music. "D-D-DJ Kyle!" The computerized voice said as they party resumed and Kyle grinned. Happy to be away from his RA responsibilities and hanging with his bros.
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Once again, I shall use this space to laugh about something I didn’t even mention in the actual podcast: the snarky comment in this week’s title card. For those who can’t see it, it’s “That episode that makes fun of Urban Legends, you know that thing this show was originally intended to be about...” Because yeah, the original pitch Kripke made for Supernatural was (aside from “Star Wars in truck stop America” that we always hear) along the lines of “two brothers traveling the back roads investigating urban legends that are really real.”
I mean, just look at s1-- Bloody Mary, Hookman, the Woman in White. The show obviously branched out VERY quickly into a broader cosmology and mythology for the entire universe, and only occasionally delved back into common urban legends. So much for Kripke’s “original vision” of the show-- more along the lines of Kolchak: The Night Stalker that what Supernatural quickly grew into. I think it’s amazing that by mid s2 the writers are already comfortable poking at the silliness of the premise to carry a series past a season or two of stories. Good for them for realizing the potential they had to expand and elevate the universe they were creating.
And now that I took so much space typing about what this podcast episode ISN’T about, I’ll take this paragraph to mention that it *IS* about the narrative itself manipulating Sam and Dean for its own purposes in a startlingly meta way. Not because John Shiban knew what the show would eventually grow into, but because the writers leaned so heavily on the story’s foundations to keep building it bigger and bigger in later seasons. And Gabriel, to me, is so closely tied into that narrative. Our “As above, so below” character who keeps coming back to teach this lesson. So meta. :’D
Things I mention in this episode that might be of interest:
The Superwiki page for this episode
My tag for this episode (there’s some good stuff in there this week!)
Lizbob summing up how making the Trickster into the Archangel Gabriel is a retcon that levels up the whole narrative
My post attempting to explain how I see Gabriel’s role in the narrative as a mirror for Chuck
The Weekly World News dated February 19, 2007 with the tie-in article about Supernatural (and can we collectively cackle at the cover headline about “first photos of Heaven” being revealed in an episode where we get our first appearance by an Actual Angel in the show, even if we don’t KNOW it’s an angel for another 3 seasons? Because that’s just freaking hilarious)
Casting Sides for the Trickster
Casting Sides for the frat boy alien abductee
The entirely delightful Sam Samming post (it doesn’t have the screenshot I mentioned in the podcast, but the “you’re too precious for this world!” hug is in there)
Standard reminder you can find me here on tumblr, or at @mittensmorgul, as well as at mittensmorgul and spngeorg on twitter, or via email at mittensmorgul@gmail, and mittens#4865 on the discord. Come say hi! I swear I don’t bite... mostly... :D
Listen now on AnchorFM, or wherever you enjoy podcasts! :)
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I am, unfortunately, again thinking about the Three Frat Houses Expanded Universe, and specifically Tellius.
Since the 3FHEU has gotten away from focusing on purely college/uni settings with the way that we established the goings-on of the Fates cast, I’m returning to thinking about Tellius and expanding the scope of it a little. The various factions - the Greil Mercs, the Dawn Brigade, the bird laguz - are still going to be roughly as I established, but I’m zooming out on the “plot” a little. I joked that Ashnard would be the horrible dean of a college but like. You know what. He was definitely still in government. (Imagine the state of global politics and international relations between him and Garon.) And then he died under slightly mysterious circumstances, we don’t think anyone we know was involved in it, but that was the same summer that like, Greil was off on his own a lot and nobody’s sure what he was up to, definitely no one knows what Zelgius was doing, and then Begnion rolled in and set up a provisional government in Daein and it’s been years and getting worse and that is where things start for the Dawn Brigade, who I will be focusing on today.
The Dawn Brigade all live in a frat house that is somehow affiliated with both a local community college and the major university in the capital. There was definitely some paperwork that got screwed up in several places when there was, yknow, the big regime change going on.
Nolan works at the community college where Edward, Leonardo, Sothe, Tormod, Laura, and Aran attend. Nolan could probably afford to live somewhere else but believes he has a duty to these kids to keep them out of too much trouble. Ilyana, Pelleas, Jill, and Fiona attend the university. But then half of the people who live in this frat house are not even students at either school. Muarim and Vika live here because this is where Tormod is and they have not-unfounded fears of what he will get up to unsupervised. He has fallen out a window at least once, even under Nolan’s watch. Nobody knows when or how Meg got here - certainly not Zihark. For that matter, nobody is sure where Zihark works or what he does, but Jill and Ilyana vouch for him, so that’s enough. Haar has crashed there often enough that they count him as a member of whatever the fuck this is. Micaiah is here because Sothe is here. She is the only member of the Dawn Brigade who owns a vehicle; it is an old purple van with a technicolor wizard painted on the side. It came with this paint job and Micaiah was okay with it because she’s running a fortune-telling shop out of the back of it anyway. It does not actually count for transportation because if it drives more than eight miles in one trip, every part of it starts shaking and making weird noises and nobody has the money to get it looked at.
What binds the Dawn Brigade together is their dislike of the Begnion government and their desire to see Daein freed from its oppressive rule. (At some point, at a university protest, Tormod ironically calls their group of student protesters the “Daein Liberation Army” and then everyone just sort of keeps rolling with it, unironically.) They meet Tauroneo, who works as a professor at the university, at this point, and gain him as an ally, and also Izuka as a much much shadier “““ally”””.
At some point, Micaiah meets Zelgius when he rescues her from getting attacked by Begnion soldiers. When she lets him crash at the frat house, he is discovered to know some of the group when Sothe greets him like “Hey asshole what’s up, stabbed anyone else’s dad lately” and Zelgius is like “that was an accident and also one time; I do not need to be reminded about it for the rest of my life!” and Tormod’s like “actually we are going to remind you about it for the rest of your life.”
Anyway Zelgius bails the gang out of a lot of trouble with his Certified Real 100% Legitimate Begnion passport, which confuses everyone because he also has some very official papers showing that he worked in the Daein government once. How old is he? Where is he from? Don’t Worry About It.
He regularly disappears for weeks at a time with his only explanation being that he’s on call for “babysitting duty”; everyone speculates wildly as to whether this is extremely deadpan sarcasm that none of them are equipped to understand, or code for something shady that they don’t understand. (It is actually, literally, babysitting. He goes back to Begnion to look after Sanaki sometimes when Sephiran is busy, because neither Sigrun nor Tanith know how to cook. He knows that there is some sort of familial relationship between Sanaki and Sephiran, but nobody knows what it is. And how old is Sephiran anyway? Don’t Worry About It.)
#fire emblem chatter tag#three frat houses au#I needed to go to bed sooner tonight but instead I wrote up this#also to be clear since this AU is as it is. sephiran is not planning The End Of The World#he’s a dude who’s trying to weed out corruption and prejudice in the begnion senate#and also raise his [familial relation redacted] sanaki into an upstanding young woman#zelgius helps him with this but also in his spare time zelgius likes to Fuck Around And Find Out and he’s made weird friends from this#(Greil. it’s Greil. Greil is his weird friend and Zelgius is Greil’s weird friend)#also zelgius has definitely never killed anyone not once Don’t Worry About It Micaiah#(he has not killed Greil though he just mildly stabbed him once it was an accident)
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