Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi,angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha
word count: 16,212
warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language
a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.
You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.
Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.
“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”
You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”
Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.
“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”
So I’m playing Breath of the Wild tonight and it’s raining in-game but the clouds are clearing and the sun is at my back and starting to set, and as I’m wandering doing whatever I notice that up in the sky there’s a big freaking rainbow and I stand there for a minute like “Did Nintendo really program rainbow physics into this game?” and then a cloud passed in front of the sun and the rainbow faded and I’m like “Holy shit dude, Nintendo programmed actual real rainbow science into the weather for this game.” and damned if my mind wasn’t blown at the attention to detail. Good on you, Nintendo.
fruit basket boy (the coworker who brought me an entire fruit basket) really is just a genuinely kind soul like today he was like “can you ring me up for $15.72?” out of nowhere and i was like “uh.. ok” and he explained that that’s how much the store pays for entire crates of gummies and his mother really loves sour gummy worms so he just.. bought her an entire, several lbs worth box. of sour gummy worms
Stiles takes a sip of his beer and scans the crowd.
It’s wild tonight, but that’s nothing new for Alpha Delt. Jackson’s on
DJ duty, which explains the shitty dubstep blasting through the
speakers. Writhing, drunk bodies are packed in every corner, and the
scent of weed hangs heavy in the stale air. He takes a sniff and sighs,
disappointed. He was offered to take a hit off one of the many blunts
making the rounds tonight, but he declined. All because Derek likes him
to be (mostly) sober when they fuck, doesn’t like to mess around with
consent on either end.
Not that Derek’s shown any interest in him tonight. Whatever.
“He’s an 11, Stiles,” she says glancing toward Derek, who is a few
meters away, saying hi to some people Stiles doesn’t know, and filling a
red cup with beer. “That’s the kind of guy who ruins the scale for all
men. The scale is broken. Now all you can do is stick out your ass and
hope for the best.”
For Rena’s gifset AU: “In
a world in which the Hales are alive and healthy, Derek grew up to be a
very self-confident college student who enjoys living life to the
fullest and not denying himself simple pleasures; like drinking with his
fratboy buddies, playing sports, or, you know, gangly, awkward,
sarcastic and nerd-tastic teenagers who catch his eye.”
Stiles and Derek are presidents of rival Fraternities. When the Dean of
the University asks them to work together they have to put aside their
differences and get along for the good of their houses. They end up
realising that first impressions can be misleading.
(18,968 I Mature I Complete) *nerd!derek, jock!stiles
The wildest frat on campus is the Kappa Beta house.
Sheltered nerd Derek Hale, who has always done what was expected of him,
is excited just to get to see the inside of the building. Once inside
he meets man about campus Stiles Stilinski and his world is turned
upside down. Stiles is nothing like anyone Derek’s ever known and Derek
finds himself doing things he never imagined he’d do.
In which everyone and everything ever in the history of
the world is trying to ruin Derek’s life before he can finish his
master’s, especially his evil twin sister, his weird ability to start
relationships on accident, his best friend’s obsession with his sex
life, people with dimples, his subsequent inability to end
relationships, manipulative sorority queens, and oh yeah, that stupid
drunk ass freshman he keeps running into.
The five times Derek saves a very drunk Stiles and the one time Stiles saves him back.
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned
on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully
hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for
having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to
him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek
let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.
(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)
Freshmen year starts off with Stiles and Scott rooming together and
moving in different directions. Scott is excited to be joining a frat
and Stiles is usually tagging along. That starts to change once he
meets the VP of Scott’s frat (Derek Hale) and doesnt mind going to the
parties with Scott anymore.
Dan brought her stilettos up between his legs in a vicious punch. The Raven recoiled with an inhuman yelp. The teammates to either side of him grimaced and cringed away. They were quick to avert their eyes from their half-crumpled colleague.
“Yeah, Hennessey,” Dan said, sounding calmer than Neil thought she should in the face of such treatment. “Treats you right if you’re willing to pay and will fuck you over the morning after if you’re not nice enough to her. Sorry, but this bottle’s got a name on it. Hope you feel that one for a while, you lowlife asshole.”