#fratboy

dad-bods:

Overindulgence in a nutshell. Eating, drinking, smoking - perfect dadbod combo.

He was always that blonde, blue eyed pretty boy. Now, it turns him on to see that being taken away from him by indulging in every vice

Sigma

a/n: Another frat boy imagine I’m sorry I’m obsessed. And there are so many types of frat boys, the possibilities are endless! When you met Ethan, he was constantly getting involved in some shady business with some of his frat brothers. Once you started dating, however, Ethan promised he would put it all behind him. One fateful night will prove that he had not stuck to his word and that gets him into some trouble.

a/n pt.2: This is a draft from two years ago when I was in high school and had never stepped foot in a frat. I have now done so and they’re not like this but for the sake of this story we’ll pretend they are.

y/f/n: your friend’s name

warning(s): alcohol, drugs, cussing

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“Are you sure you want to come tonight?” Ethan asks you for the second time. He seemed very hesitant about you coming to his fraternities last party before you both graduate and you couldn’t tell why. Ethan wasn’t a very active member in the frat, but that never stopped you two from going to their events before. “I just think it will be boring.”

“Then why are you going?” You ask, continuing to get ready. This was the last Sigma Chi party you would ever go to as a college student, you were going.

“Well I have to,” He replies. “I’m a brother.”

“Doesn’t that make me a sister in law?” You ask, wiggling your left fingers to him that hold the engagement ring he gave you three months ago. “It’s a family affair, I’m going.”

He sighs and gives up. You were confused why he seemed so against it, but he got in these moods sometimes, it wasn’t really a huge shock.

You two show up to the party and there are already a good amount of people already there. The kid working the door immediately recognizes Ethan and lets you both in. He tells you he’s going to get a drink and that he’ll be back. You find some of your friends from your sorority and start talking with them and you begin to lose track of time. You talk about how sad you are that this is your last Sigma Chi party and how you’re all old and whose going to be in your wedding. You and Ethan both knew that twenty-two was way too young to be married and you didn’t plan on it for another two or three years, but using Ethan’s words, he wanted to tie you down so he put a ring on it.

Nearly forty-five minutes later, you still hadn’t seen Ethan since he went to go get his drink. You weren’t worried though, as it was his last college party as an active frat brother, you let him go off on his own to ‘be with the boys.’

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the house was loud, girls were barely wearing any clothes, it was normal. Until the sound of sirens brought everyone to a screeching hault. Out of nowhere. At least ten police officers busted through the door, shouting things you couldn’t understand. You knew you couldn’t get in trouble, you weren’t on anything and you were legally allowed to drink. But, what unfolded before your eyes was perhaps worse than spending a night in prison. Three cops holding Ethan as they guide him down the stairs. Somehow you lock eyes and he just mouths ‘I’m sorry,” and it all hits you.

When you first met Ethan, he was a total pothead. You’re convinced that besides the girls that he would attract to parties, the only reason that Ethan was pledged to the fraternity was because he was most of the brothers’ dealer. Once you started dating, Ethan promised you he was done with all of that after you begged him time and time again to stop selling, you knew that the older he got the worse his consequences would be. So for the past three years he seemed to have left it all behind him, but this scene of the police dragging him outside would imply otherwise.

You run outside after him and start to yell after him.

“Please someone tell me what’s going on,” You beg, but no one would listen to you. “That’s my fiancé please just tell me what you’re taking him away for.”

Finally one of the officers let’s go of Ethan after he is cuffed and turns to you to say, “Under the state of California, he is arrested for the possession of more than one ounce of marijuana as well as for selling marijuana to minors.”

The police car door is still open so you take the chance to talk to him before it’s too late.

“You promised me you were done with this,” You scream at him, but he can’t even bear to look at you. “You promise me Ethan! I told you that nothing good would ever come of this now here you are. I hate you right now Ethan Dolan I really hate you. I would throw this at you if it wasn’t worth three times next months rent!”

With that the door slams shut and that car speeds off while other boys are forced into other cars. You didn’t know what to do, so you sad on the curb and burst into tears. When did Ethan get back into dealing? Did he ever stop? Even worse, Ethan left with his keys in his pocket so you had no way home, and no way to get in if you ever got there.

Your friends take you back to their apartment where you just cry for hours. You were crying because Ethan had been lying to you, but you were also crying because your fiancé was in jail for the night and you couldn’t do anything about it. Luckily for Ethan, his older sister had done well enough that she could pay his bail, but not so lucky for Ethan, he got out before you could get all of your anger out.

“You lied to me.” You say calmly when you pick him up from the police station. “How long have you been lying to me?”

“Y/n, can we please not do this.”

“Oh no, we’re doing this.” You grip the wheel even tighter. “Ethan we are engaged. This isn’t a fling, we’re not dating, you are my fiancéand we don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” He says. “You know money has been tight I just needed something to cover us while I pay off your ring.”

“I didn’t fucking need this, Ethan.” You remind him. “I would have said yes if you put a rubber band on my finger and you know that.”

“Well you deserve more than a rubber band.”

“I also deserve the truth.” You spit back. “I’m sleeping at y/f/n’s until I cool off.

He doesn’t say anything in response, he knows he won’t win if he tries to convince you to stay home. It bothered you that he was dealing again, but it bothered you even more that he went directly against his word and lied to you about it for however long he’s been selling again. You didn’t care if he smoked you cared if he was safe and dealing is far from safe.

“Here.” You take off your ring and hand it to him once you’re parked outside of your partner building. “I can’t wear this right now.”

“Y/n please-“

“Take it Ethan.” You snap at him and he takes it.

“I’ll call you?”

“I’ll answer when I get over this.”

Alpha (Part 2); Grayson

A/N: second part to my frat boy grayson because I got a few requests for more and I’m happy to give it to you. After your brush with ‘The Alpha’ at the ATO party last week, Grayson will not leave you alone until you agree to give him the chance he thinks he deserves. For those of you who watch skam, think Noora and Williams first date okay great!

aggressive asshole play boy frat boy grayson is my weak spot don’t touch me.

Part 1

warning(s): cussing

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Just as you’re about to leave your 8 am, yoy remember you needed to talk to your professor about an assignment that was due. As you make your way down the lecture hall stairs, you hear a whistle come from behind you.

“Up here baby girl!” A voice shouts, making you and your professors heads shoot up yo look at whoever just cat called you. “Miss me?”

“Ignore him.” You say quietly before continuing on to ask your question. Once you drag it out for as long as you can, you brace yourself for another meeting with The Alpha. “So what, are you stalking me now?”

“I told you I wasn’t giving up on you.” He reminds you of the promise he made a little over a week ago. “Wait up, why are you walking so fast.”

“I have things to do.” You lie, you don’t have another class until tomorrow morning, just be doesn’t have to know that. “Goodbye Grayson.”

“I know you’re lying to me.” He shouts, making you stop. “You don’t have another class today.”

“So you are stalking me.”

“Let me tell you something about myself, y/n.” He says, walking closer to you, making you instinctively move back. “I have friends in high places.”

You roll your eyes and walk away, hoping that your curtness shows how uninterested you are in him. But oh, how wrong you were. For the next few days Grayson, without fail, has been waiting outside all of your classes. Doesn’t he have classes to go to?

The next Friday, two weeks after you first met Grayson, you weren’t feeling too well so you texted one of your classmates to give you notes for the class and decided to stay in your dorm.

Avoiding me?

An unknown number. It doesn’t take long for you to realize it’s Grayson, who else would be texting you directly after you were supposed to be leaving class asking if you’re avoiding them.

How did you get this number?

You had no idea who would’ve given him your number, what whoever it was will forever be on your shit list.

Well y/n, remember how I said I have friends in high places? Turns out I have friends in pretty low places too

As if that gave you anything to work with. You audibly groaned before turning onto your side to pout. Your sister was none too pleased when you told her about your stalker.

“It’s disgusting y/n, I hope you see that.” She says in absolute disgust. “You’re a baby. If something is barely legal it’s not right.”

As much as you agreed with the fact that Grayson stalking you was weird and gross, you hated how she kept saying you were a baby. You aren’t. You’re eighteen, a legal adult, for all the law care you could marry Grayson right now and it would be fine. Not that you would ever do that.

“Just be careful around him okay?” She reiterates. “I’m worried about you with him, he goes to very far lengths to get his way.”

You kept that in the back of your mind for the next few days. He’d already gone to one of his ‘friends in high places’ to get your schedule and one of his ‘friends in low places’ to get your number. What’s next? Your address.

“You can’t ignore me forever.” You hear Grayson’s oh so familiar voice as you walk out of your first class on Monday morning. “The more you ignore me the more I’ll want my way.”

A whole year of Grayson waiting outside every classroom for tot, deterring any guy from ever coming up to you. Sounds like torture.

“What do you want?”

“A chance.” He says bluntly, making you scoff. How cheesy. “I mean it, you already have an idea of me in your head and it’s not fair. I’m a person too y/n, don’t I deserve a shot.”

“From what I hear about you,” You begin, narrowing your eyes at him. “You may not even be human, Alpha.”

“See that’s what I mean!” He whines, sounding like a four year old. “You don’t even know me yet you’ll listen to what everyone else says about me.”

“Ifeveryone is saying it, I’m pretty sure it’s true Grayson.”

He lets out a mixture of a sigh and a groan and leans his head back, running his hands through his hair. He’s stressed, you can tell.

“If you really don’t like me that much, why don’t you just give me one chance to get rid of me?” He asks, making you think about it. “Come on, just once. If you still hate me I’ll leave you alone okay?”

You start to weight your options. In no world did Grayson even deserve one chance, but then again, what’s an hour of your life if you’re going to be able to save yourself from hours of him keeping tabs on you for the next nine months. If you’re thinking morally, you’d never go out with Grayson. But logically, to spare yourself from further annoyances down the line, it may be worth it.

“Fine.” You finally crack. “Whatever, one shot.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist this.” He puts on a sly grin and motions to his body. “It was only a matter of time.”

“You’re a pig.” You spit, walking away before you kill more brain cells talking to him.

“See you soon, Doll face!” He shouts after you, making your face go bright red. Thank god he couldn’t see you. “Wear something hot.”

You did not wear something hot, in fact you did quite the opposite. Two nights later you walked out of your dorm building in leggings and a big sweater, not giving a single care that you were in Los Angeles in September, you were not going to risk showing any skin. You didn’t do your makeup or your hair, you just got out of the shower, threw on the first things you found and left. 

It didn’t take long for you to find Grayson, he was leaving against a topless Jeep Wrangler, the ultimate douchebag car in your opinion. He was wearing khaki shorts and a plain navy blue shirt.

“Well don’t you look nice.” He says, finally looking up from his phone. “Let’s go.”

“You better not be taking me back to that disgusting frat house.” You warn him. “Tell me now so I can get out of the car.”

Grayson dramatically gasps and smacks his hand over his heart. “Do you really think so low of me?”

“I don’t think about you at all.” You correct him, which was false. You thought of him, not in the best way thought. “Will you just tell me where we’re going.”

“You’ll just have to find out Ms. y/n,” He says as he starts to drive away from your dorm. “I’m full of surprises.”

And with that you drive, a drive for what feels like hours until you stop in a parking lot of what seems like a park. Without a word, Grayson gets out of the car and opens the backdoor to grab a cooler.

“Coming?” He asks shutting the door. You look at him, and then look away. “Alright, i’ll be over there.”

He walks away from the car and puts a towel on the ground and starts to pull food out of the cooler. He planned a picnic. You were in awe that ‘The Alpha’ could ever put anything like this together. You let out a heavy sign and got out of the car. You sat on the opposite end of the towel and watched him pull everything out.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I brought peanut butter and jelly and chocolate milk.” He tells you, pulling out two seran wrapped sandwiches and bottles on chocolate milk. “If you hate it there’s a McDonalds not too far from here.”

Wow, you think. Where was this version of Grayson when you first met him. You shook your head and told him that you were fine with everything. You two didn’t talk much, but the cars and sounds of people filled the silence. Once you finished, you thought it was time for you both to head home, but Grayson to head home. Before you could get up he stops you.

“You didn’t think this was all I had planned, did you?” He asks and you furrow your eyebrows. “Let me clean this up, then follow me.”

So you did, and he brought you a few blocks away to a seemingly glowing building. The Museum of Neon Art.

“Remember my friend in a low place?” He asks you, and you nod. “They may have told me you liked this kind of stuff.”

“You don’t?” You ask.

“Never really found a reason to check it out I guess,” He replies, looking over at you with a side grin. “But now I do.”

You roll your eyes and walk into the building, Grayson follows and pulls out his wallet to pay your admission fee.

“I am fully capable of paying for myself thank you very much.” You inform him, going to reach for your wallet but he grabs your wrist before you can. You felt how warm his hand was, even after he pulled it away.

“I know you are,” He tells you. “Call me old fashioned but I always pay for a girl on the date.”

“This isn’t a date.” You correct him.

“Yeah okay,” He says with a laugh. “Whatever helps you sleep at night sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You warn him. You give in and allow him to pay for your ticket and head inside. It’s better than you could have ever dreamed. Everything was just so cool, you felt like you didn’t belong somewhere this amazing. Grayson just followed behind you, didn’t complain about how long you took, just let you take everything in and you appreciated that.

Eventually, you left, not before you dragged Grayson to every sign, but you did leave. You walked back to his car in the dark. The car ride back to campus was quiet other than the radio. You tapped your fingers on the window to the beat of the song and you felt Grayson’s eyes on you.

“What?” You ask him, not looking at him.

“You fidget a lot,” He tells you, letting out a quick chuckle. “It’s cute.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you changed the subject.

“How many girls have you taken there.” You ask, not sure if you really want the answer, but you ask anyway.

“None.” He says almost immediately.

“Bullshit.”

“Swear on my life.” He defends his words. “Look, y/n, I never have to prove myself to girls. They usually just sleep with me, tell their friends, and I never speak to them again. I don’t really date, this is a new thing for me. You are the only girl that I have ever brought to either of those places.”

For some reason you were relieved, unsure if it was because you didn’t want to share that experience with another girl, or because you didn’t want to share Grayson with another girl.

You made it back to campus, much quicker than when you left, and you felt a small pit form in your stomach. It was one time, there was no chance you actually liked Grayson ‘Alpha’ Dolan.

“Thanks for the night,” You speak up after sitting in the car for a few minutes. “I had fun.”

“Yeah,” He sighed. “I’m an excellent date planner.”

Your jaw drops at his incredibly large ego. “Not a date.”

“Okay, maybe this one wasn’t a date.” He puts his hands up. “But the next one definitely will me.”

With yet another eye roll, you get out of the car and slam the door shut but turn around one more time. “Goodnight Grayson.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”