mc has to move into a frat house with all the lis after dorm shenanigans. big sitcom vibes but with mc being passed around like a communal pocket pussy by the end of the semester.
staring
𓂃𓍯 gamer!xavier - who’s only alive from the hours of 11pm to 6 maybe 7am. he does alter his sleep schedule for parties, . his only signs of life are the meme’s he posts in the house chat and the tiktok’s he’s sent. no one knows what his major is or if he’s passing or failing.
𓂃𓍯 scholarship!zayne - this man is the reason the house is functioning. he makes sure all the bills are paid on time (with raph’s credit card) and the groceries are bought (..with raph’s credit card.) nursing major, keeps all of his textbooks scattered on the dining room table.
𓂃𓍯 nepobaby!rafayel - boy waves around mommy’s credit card like he’s the baddest bitch alive but screams like a small child anytime there is a tiny spider. sabrina carpenter wrote man child about him, he has the voicemail to prove it. arts major, loves to paint in the living room in his ocean themed boxers and matching silky, skimpy robe. at any time of the day.. or night..
𓂃𓍯 fuckboy!sylus - can get you whatever you want. yes the administration knows he’s dealing, but he ‘talked’ to the dean about it. she said she’d look the other way 👀. he is somehow passing all of his classes but no one’s ever seen him go to class?? business major, absolutely no one is surprised and they change his name to finance hoe in the group chat immediately.
𓂃𓍯 himbo!caleb - wakes up every day at 4am just to go for a jog and likes it. he actually just likes the peace and quiet of being able to jog shirtless and not have sorority girls falling all over him. when he comes home he makes everyone breakfast fresh out of the shower with his towel around his waist and and apron helping hold it up. aerospace engineering major on a sports scholarship.. he doesn’t understand why no one believes him when he says he’s aiming to be valedictorian.
and finally
𓂃𓍯 mc!!! - this poor girl just wanted somewhere to sleep, to get her degree and move on with her life. now she’s stuck living in a household full of walking distractions who all seam hell bent on making studying peacefully incredibly hard.
𓍯ོ and with all that, i humbly present to you all with this fucking thing 𓍯ོ
imagine the first morning after arriving. one of those nights where sleep just doesn’t come and all you can do is stare at your ceiling until the orange hints of a new dawns light being to flicker through your drawn blinds. your room is half unpacked, the necessities pulled out and scattered across the space in the chaos of the move. you’re alarm clock on your box covered desk reads nearing six am, but a clatter from down in the kitchen had you pushing yourself up and grabbing the nearest and cleanest hoodie before jogging down the stairs and stumbling upon.. a scene to say the least.
caleb standing over the stove with a baking sheet covered in bacon, a wearing a white lacy apron with delicate apples embroidered along the edges. the apron’s tightly tied lace ribbon holding up the towel draped around his waist almost moments away from falling off. he’s bouncing around the kitchen preparing an absolute feast, refilling coffee’s and flipping pancakes while half naked and inching closer and closer to exposing his perfectly sculpted body in its entirety to their home.
rafayel is strewn across the entire length of the booth style seating of the breakfast nook in nothing more than a baby blue sheer floor length robe with white plush feathers lining the length and wrists and a pair of silky skintight briefs adorned with iridescent bubble patterns. his hands are covered in paint and he’a groaning about how inspiration just hasn’t stuck him, that he’s absolutely, positively dying of hunger and what’s taking caleb so long (caleb keeps telling him it’ll be five more minutes.)
xavier is sat across from rafayel, playing on some handheld gaming device and not paying attention to any of the chaos around them. his hands are moving deftly on the controls, taking a break to grab his can of some bright colored energy drink. he’s dressed in loose pastel purple, blue and yellow star boxers and a dark grey hoodie. the hood is drawn but it’s clear his hair is unbrushed, like he hasn’t left the sanctuary of the house in weeks.
zayne’s hunched over the table, his hair completely array and still dressed in the same white tank top and navy blue sweatpants you’d seen him wearing the night before. he looks like he hasn’t slept, his notes and textbooks taking up the entirety of the dining room table while he leans over it like the high ground will give him the advantage over his studying. his palms are pressed flat against some notes and texts he’s deemed are unimportant to his overall goal, his muscles unconsciously flexing— from stress of from an effort to keep his sleep deprived mind awake you cannot tell.
sylus is lounging across the couch in the living room, dressed only in a pair of loose black pajama pants that look like they could pay for your student loans in their entirety. he’s ‘asleep’ with one arm draped over his eyes like he and his perfectly sculpted chest aren’t the perfect inspiration that rafayel has been stating to lack.
and there you stand, in the middle of it all, suddenly very aware of the living situation you signed up for. especially when a wrong turn to great you causes caleb’s towel to catch on a half open drawer, leaving you with a much clearer image of the situation.
hehehe, i love the idea of the poly!ladsxreader, and i think this au makes it silly and goofy and fun. i hope you enjoyed this product from my brain lovlies🥰😚💕
just thinking about a sylus who owns a casino and an mc who works as his lounge singer. just hear me out-
the casino is a great front for a lot of the shadier business deals he makes, but you can bet he is sitting at the bar every night you’re on the schedule just to listen to your voice.
he makes sure that your personal break spaces are decked out in anything you could possible want. mini fridge stocked with waters and tiny bottles of wine? check. a full vanity with the most expensive products from across the world? check. an entire room filled with clothes and jewelry that you are convinced keeps growing without your knowledge? check.
sylus goes to extra lengths to ensure that you’re safe at all times. he has cameras, motion sensors, extra bodyguards- anything to ensure that you’re protected. hell he even gave you a charm bracelet that doubled as an extra security, equip with a small button that would alert him if you ever needed him. but most of the time, he ensures your safety himself. he escorts you anywhere you want to go and i mean anywhere. need to go run to the corner store down the block? oh no worries he can drive you over on his motorcycle. need to run home because you forgot to feed your cat? he's happy to ride passenger princess while playfully critiquing your driving.
he brings you flowers after every performance. he’ll use the opening notes to your final number of the evening to slip backstage, waiting just on the edges of the curtain where the audience can’t see him but he can see you. sylus savors that last song, his fingertips twirling the single red rose in his hands. as soon as you take your bow and the curtains close he’s moving, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close while his lips whisper praises into your ear.
‘you sounded ethereal tonight kitten.’
‘my beautiful girl with the voice of an angel.’
listen i could write more on this. it would be downright filthy but i could. maybe if whatever god is listening blesses my work with a snow day tomorrow i can work on it.☺️
edit: so i did write more on this. if you want 6k word worth of thirsting over and then fucking sylus here ya go
