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get a load of this fuckin guy.

pairing: frat boy!Will smith x man eater!reader

warnings: 18+ page in general. i don’t want minors on my page. swearing. pining? not fluff, but maybe tolerance? men being gross about bodies. lmk if i missed anything.

wc: 2.1k

request status: OPEN

a/n: (in reference to title.) I’m trying! call it a play on your frat boy! Will. also i have a part 2 if you want. also reader is not a nice person to men. like. at ALL lmao. @cinnamorollbear

pt. 2

“Hell no, im not going to that emo karaoke night. Those basic bitches are always in there never singing an emo song. And I love Megan Moroney, but what the fuck is Tennessee Orange doing when Pierce the Veil is supposed to be on?” Y/N says as she walks down the lively night street in the Boston College area.

“We can just go for some quick drinks here.” Adrianna says as they walk into a college random bar.

Y/N and Adrianna are two girls motivated by spite and bound for greatness by sheer will. Lovely girls raised to be independent.

Y/N growing up as a performer,the love for arts, and people, and being social, and super pretty, excelling in school, now gorgeous college student majoring in forensic psychology.

Adrianna growing up in an Italian matriarch and matrifocal household, being a cheer leader in high school, and studying to be a Behavioral Neuroscientist.

The two were a match made in hell.

Many of their romantic relationships over before they really even start because the one slip up already made them see through the facade men put up.

It felt like in their age group, for every 12 boys to walk up and ask for your number, only one will actually ask you out on a date instead of over to his dorm. To fuck.

Y/N looked at body language and speech patterns. Adrianna following as she watched behaviors and knew when to back off.

When they’re not murdering classes and extracurriculars, they are usually indulging in drinks or food. Discussing life or topics going around in their interests.

Tonight was a typical Friday night after homework was finally done.

The girls walk in seeing some campus faces and waving to the occasional classmate avoiding hard gazes from some male and female patrons.

It was a dim lit mostly wood place. Leather seats and random posters everywhere. Boston memorabilia, military patches by the dozen, motorcycles, local ads. Even city shelter ads.

The pair were dressed similarly. Shorts in different fabrics with low cut tank tops and small purses. They exchanged edibles before ordering drinks.

They chatted and exchanged gossip, when all of a sudden, they hear this agitating, grating noise and the nice, upbeat, atmosphere from the low-ish alternative rock music and light chatter and laughter from everyone was gone. It was essentially violated by these barbaric cretins with backwards caps and golf outfits.

Two sighs left the girls as their voices lowered and they awkwardly looked at one another.

Eyes low and red, light, euphoric pounding in the head turning into a rhythm to keep track of as a pit formed slightly in the stomach of Y/N as she noticed a guy who tended to stare at her whenever they were in the same vicinity which, thank god wasn’t that often.

“Isn’t that the hockey guy you said needed brown contacts?” Adrianna asks lowly as she sipped her drink making Y/N nod.

It was true. Y/N had moved on to Boston College with her childhood best friend, Hayden, who had got in on an academic and football scholarship. It was planned so they could remain close and their parents worried less because they had each other like siblings. And Hayden’s girlfriend, Layla had less to worry about.

She wasn’t insecure by any means. It’s just the long distance that killed her. And any struggles he might’ve had, he wouldn’t be totally alone. She wanted to be in the know.

Moving on. Hayden’s football games had Y/N and at times, his parents and maybe a surprise from Layla once in a while so they loved a good tailgate before the game which is where Y/N would get undressed by Will with his stare from under a tent nearby.

Piercing blue eyes just unmoving, sometimes a smirk or a passing comment to his friends so they’d ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at his cleverness.

Lord knows she’d eat him alive and pick her teeth with his stupid Bauer stick.

So pompous, he was. Captain of the hockey team, rich boy lifestyle, frat house party boy.

There isn’t enough care in the world to sway her.

“Yeah. Oh, lord. I swear it’s why i stopped going to the frat parties. The bars don’t even ID.” Y/N says sipping her drink.

“Hopefully he asks you on a date. He’s cute. I heard he’s from Lexington, and that place isn’t cheap. You’ve been wanting that birkin. He might be your birkin boy.” She teases.

“Torture myself? By dating a man that says ‘uh’ every five seconds? Please, I don’t have time for such-“ she’s cut off.

“Hey.” A voice says and the light is suddenly blocking the table. The light was ate up by 4 towering figures over their table.

She turns with a furrowed brow and looks over to find the boy she was talking about. Muscular up close. Nice veins. He visibly looked already tipsy. Blonde with blue eyes. He was cute. No doubt.

Simply, the look on his face was enough to let her know what she was up against. He was slightly nervous. She could feel slight vibrations from her chair being scraped by his nails while he held the corner.

He was expectant. The furrow of his brows.

He had no problem taking space so it showed like he was already victorious. What a piece of work.

“What?” Y/N asks giving him a once over.

“I see you around a bit. Hanging out at the tailgates during football and stuff. I was just wondering if you and your friend ever wanted to stop by the frat. We have this party soon-“

“Sweetie, slow down. What is your name?” She asks interlocking her hands as she leans over to him.

“I’m Will. Will Smith.”

“Cool. Y/N. Now what is this about a frat house and my friend?” She asks as she flips her hair again.

“I was saying that you and your friend are welcome anytime to the frat house. Like, next week, we’re having a party.” Will says as he played with a tuft of hair on the back of his head.

The girls share a look before looking back the boy.

“I don’t do casual sex.” She says plainly.

“May I ask why?” Will asks. He was trying to save face and is also getting desperate.

“There’s nothing casual about sex with me, that’s why. The hell do I look like?” She responds back faster scrunching her nose and turning away.

“Come on, don’t do our boy Will like this. He’s a good guy.” One of the brothers attempt to comment patting his back roughly.

“Your boy Will can’t ask a girl on a date. Maybe he should work on his sex addiction issues before talking to a woman who has respect for herself.” Y/N bites back.

Will was at the alter in his head.

“You’re interested in me, right?” She asks flipping hair over her shoulder and turning to him halfway with a raised brow.

“Yeah.” He says.

“So? You should know, I have a dad. I don’t need sexual validation. Or even male validation. If I want a man to tell me im the most gorgeous girl in the world, I can just call my dad. I don’t like getting fucked in half furnished bedrooms that barely have a sheet covering the bed.” She says as she wipes the water from condensation on her glass of the table shaking her head as she rambled on.

“It’s nice hearing that you like me though. You’re cute.” She says with a smirk looking in his eyes before looking at his friends.

“Is that all?” Adrianna asks snapping to get an answer.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll see you around for that date.” Will says before walking off to another side of the bar with his friends.

“I mean, what a bitch? She has a dad? No one’s coming out with that much cleavage saying daddy loves them.” One of the guys, Tyler, comments.

“Dude, don’t be stupid.” Will says back as they get drinks and sit down.

“I mean, come on. You think girls would have a lot more respect for an NHL prospect.” Another one says sipping his beer.

Will stared silently at the girl from across the bar as his friends made imaginary scenarios about how they would handle it.

A few days after, Y/N is doing a recap and goodbye night for the one month shut down of the usually open and bustling theater where other theater kids in the schools performance theatre. She joined it as an extracurricular doing musicals here and there to keep her love for the arts in check.

“Next we have Y/N L/N, and the ensemble from our 2025 rendition of Ride the Cyclone.” The announcer says before walking off stage.

As Y/N walked onto the dark stage and stood in the light, she sighed as she prepared herself to sing the Ballad of Jane Doe when a row that was completely filled caught her eye. She spotted Will and her face immediately soured before she sighed and the music started. He brought what looked like the entire fraternity in one row where they waited for her to sing and she seethed.

She had a few songs after that one. At the end she was already walking out of the back door and was met with large chest and bouquet of her favorite flowers.

“Will?” She asked looking up.

And it was.

“I asked your friend, and she said that these were your favorites. I also heard that you should give showgirls flowers after a nice show. So these are for you.” He says placing them in her hand.

They weren’t drugstore. The wrapping was paper and the flowers weren’t an artificially dyed color. An actual bouquet of her favorite flowers.

“Thank you.” She says looking at them.

“You’re welcome. Now. I can take you somewhere. If you want. I’m not rushing you.” He says taking a slight step back.

“I think I’d like that.” She says as she lowered the flowers.

“This way, then.” He says holding an arm out.

Now when people called Y/N and Adrianna maneaters, it is so taken out of context. They didn’t let men steal their light. Stoicism was more of a word for it. It was a practice of delving into and allowing mystery about who they were.

No one could tell Y/N who she was because nobody knew. A performer, who also loves psychology, but also loves being social and at clubs and dinners.

They knew their worth, and all she and Adrianna wanted was a man to see it and apply himself to being what could please them and respect them. Something most college men can’t do. They wanted to feel soft, but men want to be girls so bad while still being fawned over.

“So. Where will we be?” She asks Will.

“Uh,” and here we go, “this really nice Greek place. My mom likes it when she visits for my games.” Oh. His mother? Mentioning here on the first date? This couldn’t be the same guy.

She looked him over and he looked boxy. Nervous. She let him open the door to the car and she got in and sat staring ahead.

“So, I didn’t know you could sing.” Will starts as he taps the steering wheel.

“Well, I don’t just walk around singing. It’s tiring.” I say tapping my fingers on my lap.

He looked over with a small smirk. He seemed frigid but something felt off. It felt genuine, like he wanted to try, but something wasn’t quite right. She’d have to wait for a dream to bring her to the truth.

“I also heard you’re like, really tight, with Hayden. You guys were a thing or something?” He asked. She looked over before stifling a laugh.

“Oh, never. That’s actually my brother. Not by blood, but he triggers me too bad. I’d punch a hole in his chest with that mouth he has.” She comments as she twirled her hair looking at city lights.

“Plus, his girlfriend is a sweetheart.”

“Oh.” He says nodding. Initially it was slight jealousy. Hayden wasn’t an ugly guy. At all. Football player. Glistening, muscular abs. Tall and handsome with amazing hair. Will knew that if it was anything romantic he would be in trouble.

“So, do you like, major in theatre? That singing was really good.” He said as he turned a street.

“No. I have no interest in being a performer professionally. Having to do that from scratch with a college degree sounds like a recipe for disaster. Unstable. I like what I can rely on.” She says looking out the window before turning her head back to him.

“You?”

“Communications.” He responded as he parked the car.

Ironic.

“Well, we’re here.”

The night was slow. Will had even managed to pull a few laughs out of Y/N and she actually spoke about herself for once. Small things. We can get there gradually.

Maybe Will may have met his match.

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