sigma nu


How all Fraternities should do rush week. 

throws petals.. hllo pals i’m mar (she/her) & from the est timzone ! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been in a group rp so i’m v excited to be here !! more on nia under the cut – spoiler alert it’s rough but anyways feel free to hmu or give this a like and i’ll slide into ur dms so we can plot ok peas n love 

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“ ♪ ♫ Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda ..” the music blasted through the speakers in the Nu Sigma Phi’s party, where Bex casually sat on the table in the middle of the crowd, singing along. People that approached her to get a drink from the table must’ve thought she was already drunk, since they were either laughing or flirting with her, but truth was she only climbed on the table to avoid being stomped on. A curse of being a miniature human. “- whaaaat?” she asked as she noticed someone giving her an eye. “I feel like Khaleesi sitting here, watching down on all of you, so don’t say a word because I feel pretty powerful. What do you want? A drink? A kiss? A dance? If it’s a proposal just give me a breather since I just turned down someone.” 

  • Troy: I'm going operation takedown on Sigma Nu's ass. I can't buy a fucking dime bag on campus right now because everyone's so scared and my usual supplier won't deliver.
  • Troy: I don't know what the fuck happened to get us all busted but it was obviously something at their house and if we can throw them under the bus, shit they'll probably give us our freedom back.
  • Troy: No more social probation, no more bullshit. You with me?
Helpless to the Bass and the Failing Light (Sonny Carisi)


Request for anon: I saw that requests were open; could you write a fic involving body shots with carisi? Like a fratboy!au type of thingy?

I didn’t know I needed frat boy Sonny Carisi to take a shot off of me until now. Also I’m listening to ‘Shut Up and Dance’ by Walk the Moon this song is my fucking jam ok

Your friend had left you right when you got to the party, just to hook up with some guy in her Econ class. So much for a girl’s night. 

You couldn’t really blame her, though. The two of you spotted him as soon as you entered the Sigma Nu house and, needless to say, he was incredibly attractive. So, she muttered a quick goodbye and sauntered up to him, ready to play her game, leaving you to drink alone. Oh well. You decided to just drink and dance and have fun on your own, maybe meet up with someone you knew, and if you happen to find someone of your own to hook up with, well, that would just be icing. 

You got one of the guys you knew from the frat to fill you a cup of beer and then started exploring the party, looking for someone you knew. The house was already crowded, making It difficult to even move from room to room. All you saw were fun-drunk frat guys and sorority girls trying to get with said frat guys. You made your way to the den, which thankfully was a little less crowded, and in the back of the room, you caught a glimpse of a familiar face. 

 You knew that you knew him, but from where? He was tall, you could tell by the way his legs bent as he sat, and lanky with shaggy light brown hair. Damn, what was his name? Sammy? No, that wasn’t it. He was in one of your classes last semester, that much you knew. Wouldn’t hurt to talk to him. As you made your way towards him, you noticed he was wearing an ΣΝ tee-shirt. How had you not met him before if he was in the frat? 

“Hey, you were in my Social Problems class. Sociology 364, right?” He took a swig of his drink and turned his head to look up at you. You noticed for the first time how pretty and blue his eyes were. They were striking. 

“Uh, yeah. Dr. Pearce? 10 A.M.?” 

“That’s the one,” you took a seat on the couch next to him. “Yeah! You did your final presentation on rising rape stats in inner cities, didn’t you? I still remember it.” 

His face seemed to light up at your comment, like he couldn’t believe someone had even listened to him talk for thirty minutes about rape. “Oh, yeah?” He stuck his hand out and introduced himself, “I’m Sonny.” 

You gave him your name. “Sonny. So, you’re in Sigma? How come I haven’t met you before tonight?” 

You couldn’t help but notice the blush spread upon his cheeks at your question, “Yeah, I’ve been in it since my second semester. Uh, yeah, I never really go to these parties that they throw. It’s not really my scene, but I figured, it’s my last semester, so I figured I’d start.” 

“You figured you’d start hanging out and meeting people in your last semester?” You teased. 

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anonymous asked:

"it doesn't look like you'll need stitches..." with Michael? Thank you!

“Right, before you freak out, I just want you to know I am officially the best Ninja Contestant of Sigma Nu.”

You gape at Michael, his frat brothers snickering around you at his words. Michael smirks proudly whilst holding a wad of paper towels to the side of his face, free hand reaching out to pull you towards him by your hip.

“Ninja what?” You ask, Michael’s smirk only growing.

“Ninja Contestant. Guess who can successfully jump off a pile of deckchairs and somersault into the pool?”

“Would have scored forty out of forty if Luke wasn’t such a spoil sport.” Calum interrupts, everyone else nodding solemnly.

“He didn’t point his toes on the final dive.” Luke shrugs, a murmur of agreement rippling through the boys.  “Had to dock a point.”

“You’re just jealous Michael managed to-“

“Does someone want to tell me why my boyfriend is bleeding from the face?” You cut them both off, your voice shrill. They all fall silent then, eyes falling to the floor before Ashton bravely replies.

“There may have been a…um…celebration of sorts.” He mutters, running a hand through his hair. “For Michael’s victory. And…um…well we may have dropped him near some rocks…”

“You what?”

“Princess, it wasn’t their fault-“

“You are bleeding from the face!”

“Yes. So could my super hot super brilliant med student girlfriend please check it to make sure I’m not gonna die from blood loss?”

“Fine.” You sigh, carefully taking away the paper from his face to look at the wound. You cringe a little, but manage to look at it properly before moving the paper back up. “It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches…”

“That’s a good thing right?”

“You’re just lucky it wasn’t closer to your eye. How hard did you hit your head?”

“Not very.”



“Hospital it is.” You nod, glaring at the boys again. “Ashton’s gonna drive because it’s his fault.”

“How is it my fault?”

“You’re the responsible one!”

“Fair point.”

“Princess, would it help if I said I love you?” Michael asks, squeezing your hip again. You roll your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips as Ashton runs for his keys. “A lot?”

“Love you too, idiot.”

finishing up college!5sos blurb night with @tadpolehemmings and @cliffwoes

——— earlier, i could’ve sworn i saw { cara delevingne } walking across the courtyard, but it’s just { phoebe hartwell }, who i heard is a { twenty one } year old { junior } majoring in { marketing } here at crawford university. she is apparently the { president } of { kappa sigma nu }. according to the rumours, people call her the { paradox } because she is supposedly very { charismatic }, but also very { blunt } but who knows if the stories are true.

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