“What do you mean ‘what’s french kissing called in France?’ It’s just kissing. You guys don’t call your football American football... Do you?” He was already very tipsy. Not enough to embarrass himself too much, but just enough to be funnier, and harder to understand. Victor got close to the other without a warning and playfully pecked him in the lips. “See? Baiser. No, wait... Actually that would be a bisou, like you give your sister.” The boy rambled without noticing how close he was to the other.
Peter smirked as he hugged the adorable boy back with a smile on his face. He liked his pledges to be kind and affectionate so the other was off to a good start so far. “It’s not a certain thing” Peter nodded. He found it adorable that the other spoke in often broken english. “Well, first thing is we have to give you the beta buzz” Peter made a buzzing sound with his mouth as he ran his knuckled down the center of the boy’s forehead, “Just be a good pledge and I’ll put in a good word for you, I promise”
Victor was sharp enough to make a million guesses and assumptions about his big’s intentions when he talks of being a good pledge. At least that’s what he thought. No one would be that nice without expecting something in return, right? The boy got up from the chair, locking eyes with him and standing merely inches away, showing he means business. “Well, I just want you to know how bad I want it.” Victor perched his hands across his lap, making himself more comfortable and giving a slight hint of how much he wanted to be a beta. “I’ll do anything I can to make you proud…” Vic checked if no one was coming around and approached him even more, close enough to feel the heat of the other’s body irradiating his chest. “And happy. Particularly happy. Does that sound good to you?” Talk about daddy issues...
“This is the part where you tell me what you want dude.” They had been staring at each other for what felt like hours and Leaf couldn’t take it anymore. He was practically bouncing in place, his whole body trembling, as he tried to contain himself but the more they just stood there– and the more they wasted his time– the harder it was to control his anxious movements.
“Fuck, just pick something– anything. I’d offer to pick something for you but, trust me, you will not like it if I do.” He waved his hand at them in a gesture meant to speed them up. The worst part? He couldn’t just ignore them and move on because he’d talked a big game about how he could easily bartend better than the pledges, or the guy they had hired for the party… and after a particularly unlucky round (or two) of beer pong he’d been dared to put his money where his mouth was; so for tonight’s party Leaf was playing bartender– and this guy was playing with his patience. Fucking perfect.
“Tick tick, daddio. I know this is a party but you’re really making me wanna yell last call on your ass. You got anything you want? Cosmo? Beer? Vodka Tonic? Fireball? Blowjob? Something man.”
“Is blowjob a cocktail name or is the offer literal?” Victor asked with a smirk. The lack of patience was actually amusing him, and for a moment (or several) the Frenchman was actively stalling just to get the other’s attention. “I think that’s not a drink you can serve me here in front of everyone, right?” Victor looked him up and down lasciviously and made his offer. “No one is going to know if we leave for 5 minutes.”
Itzan found himself the victim of a prank as he stepped out of the shower and his towel and clothes had been taken. The boy shyly walked the hallways waiting to be laughed at as water dripped down his small frame, and it wasn’t until he bumped into someone and fell to the floor, ass sprawled on the ground that he was truly embarrassed. @betaboystarter
If there was something Victor would never get used to, that would be sharing a bathroom. Most of the beta men were... Lax, when it comes to cleanliness around them, so for him, finding the bathroom both empty and in a good state was rare. Of course, as soon as he heard the shower go off, he took off his clothes, put a towel around his waist and ran to the bathroom. It would be a perfect plan, except for the part where he accidentally tackled another pledge into the ground. “Merde!” The boy exclaimed in his native language due to the scare and immediately dropped on his knees to check if he was hurt, not caring that his towel went down too. “Are you okay?”
Dirk nodded his head as he looked at the other. There was something so innocent and endearing about him that Dirk couldn’t help but find endearing, “It’s when you take off all of your clothes and walk around” he explained. Dirk in that moment realized that streaking sounded a lot more odd than fun or flirty in that moment.
“Just like a nudist beach, got it.” That part did make Vic nervous, mostly because he wasn’t sure enough of himself to exhibit his body like that yet. He was aware that technically he was hot. He paid Dr. Zissner a small fortune to ensure that, but he didn’t actually go out like that yet. “You know what? I, for one, cannot wait to streak.” After all, this is a new country, new life, right?
Dirk grinned as he yanked on the boy’s hair slightly. He found it interesting that the other wasn’t freaking out over his inevitable haircut. “That’s not how you say that, cutie” he corrected the other with a friendly look on his face - not trying to be a jerk. Dirk then laughed and said, “Well, aside from making sure our pledges are buzzed and streaking, you have to actually get into Beta in order to find out” he nudged the other before smirking, “It’s top secret, pretty thing”
He groaned a little when Dirk pulled his hair, but didn’t really think much of it. He was gleeful, almost like an anthropologist studying a new culture. Vic shook his head when he was corrected and then found a segue: “Right, but what does Streaking mean?” He thought of what could it be, but the only thing that came to mind at the moment was streak as in ‘a win streak’ so maybe they had to win games? Victor liked that idea already.
Peter smirked as he knew who his pledge was going to be this year. It was none other than the cute as a button foreigner. He couldn’t help but smirk as he approached Victor. The sweet older male grinned, “Well, welcome to the Beta house” his eyes sized up the handsome boy. “My name’s Peter and I’m going to be your big” he explained as he reached out and placed his hand on the other male’s shoulder, “I’ll be making sure you do everything right to get into Beta” he promised.
“Oh, hello there! It’s so nice to meet you!” He hugged the other out of the blue and then listened to him carefully. Not listening to others was kind of his thing, but this time Victor was actually interested in anything and everything about this brotherhood thing. That is, until Peter said that last part. “So it isn’t a certain thing?” The boy asked, fumbling a little the sentence with the misuse of ‘certain’. He walked a little and then sat down in front of his big. “What can I do to guarantee that I’ll be in?” Victor was never excluded from anything and he sure wasn’t about to start that now.
Dirk nodded as he surveyed the other male. “You’re so innocent it’s endearing” he said in a condescending manner. The dark haired male then shrugged his shoulders, “Well, it’s not to hard to get. Basically your big is like your manager here. He’ll make sure you’re doing all your shit right” Dirk smirked. He then shrugged, “And he’ll buzz off all that pretty hair” his hand reached out and pushed back the younger male’s blond hair.
Victor laughed a bit when Dirk put his hand on the blond’s hair. To him it was hilarious how everybody was freaking out about this buzzcut thing. To be honest he was hoping for it, in his opinion it would make a great series of Instagram stories. “Hey, I will hold your words against you.” Vic meant to say he’d hold him to his word. Clearly he still had some studying to do on using english idioms, but nothing he wouldn’t learn from his frat bros. “Now, what do you guys do for fun around here?"
“You’re new? Yeah, that’s pretty obvious kiddo.” Thomas mused as he looked over at the young blonde approaching him. He was incredible attractive, which meant he was either going to have an easy ride into the fraternity or be targeted just because he was pretty; it didn’t hurt that he had an accent too. Smirking to himself as his thoughts began to wander, he let the conversation stall for a bit– so he could enjoy the inappropriate thoughts that were teasing him– before he finally said something else in reply. “I guess since you aren’t going to ask who I am I’ll just introduce myself. Name’s Thomas… and I’m not new.”
“Where are my manners?” He asked himself, before doing a double take and looking this guy up and down as he went for a handshake that lingered just enough to say something. That was definitely someone he wouldn’t mind having a chat with. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Old Thomas.” Victor did notice he just called the other old, but it was too late to take that back, so he just gave him a teasing smirk, hoping that he’d think he was being facetious instead of just a regular idiot. “So, how long have you been a Beta?”
Dirk couldn’t help but size up the other male. They would be sharing a house and ultimately a fraternity if the other was successful in his bid. “As you should be” the big smirked as his arms stayed crossed over his chest. He smirked, “This place can be heaven on earth or hell on earth” Dirk said dramatically. Sure, he was being over the top, but he didn’t care too much. “You meet your big yet?” he questioned.
“Bravo, I can’t wait to join!” He couldn’t help but to crack up a bit with the dramatic heaven and hell explanation. So far he was loving it all and apparently movies like Blue Mountain State and American Pie did not lie to him after all. There was a certain charm to how out of the loop Victor was about everything so far “Oh, no, I haven’t. To be honest, I am having a little difficulty in understanding the big system.”
“Uh, yeah…” Ash let the words drawl out as he scrunched the bridge of his nose and squinted over at the blonde talking to him, “I am too. Guess that’s one of the plus sides to being a pledge; gives us all something to bond over right out the gates.” He was trying to be more social, that was half the reason he’d put himself out of his comfort zone and rushed for this fraternity in the first place, but he still wasn’t… skilled at holding conversations with someone outside of a classroom; especially when it required small talk. “I’m Ash.” He added on with a loose nod of his head. At least he remembered to introduce himself. “Have you, uh… have you met your Big yet?”
“Pleasure to meet you, Ash.” Victor shook his head with a little more enthusiasm than Ash, then cleared his throat a little awkwardly before asking: “Is Ash short for something? And, no, I have not.” He trailed off for a second, trying to recall this whole ‘big’ system. He was so ecstatic to join that he just nodded along to all the explanations, just fantasizing how it’d be, what he’d do, that sort of thing. With a whimsical nonchalance he asked: “Have you met yours?”
It was like Dirk had a sixth sense for fresh meat at the Beta house. As he saw the new blonde make his way through the house, Dirk smirked. When he heard that adorable french accent Dirk grinned, “Well, hello there Victor” he licked his lips. “I’m Dirk” he reached out his hand to shake the other’s hand. “You’re new huh?” he questioned, “Ready to become a Beta Boy, pretty thing?” Dirk questioned as he licked his lips once more.
“Oh yeah, I’m very excited!” Victor was no dummy, at least when it came to reading certain cues on people. He could, for instance, tell that Dirk was eating him up with his eyes. Although that’s what he tends to think of most interactions. This led him to some mistakes in the past, but did he learn his lesson? Probably not. That’s why he was acting all starry eyed, or like a deer in headlights. “So, what is it like around here? I do hope it’s like the movies.”
did you see the fresh meat that looks just like [ michael provost ]? i think his name is [ Victor Michelet ] and he is rushing beta. i heard he is [ 19 ] years old, a [ freshman ] majoring in [ business ] at usc and is known as [ the foreign student ]. rumor has it that his big brother is [ any ]. - lipe, 24, he/him, utc -03
Victor Michelet has it all. When old conservative people talk about spoiled kids that will ruin the world, they probably are talking about Vic. It’s not exactly his fault, though. His mother, an art Marchand named Vivienne, married young to Henri Michelet, a french construction tycoon. Henri’s family disapproved greatly of the relationship at the time due to the age difference, among other things.
By the time Victor was born, all the other Michelet sons already had families of their own and basically just saw Victor as a knife slicing off part of their future inheritance. Due to this hostile atmosphere and the fact that life for Vivian and Henri was just one big vacation, Vic was basically raised by nannies, then tutors and boarding school staff, all of them too scared or indifferent otherwise to say no to his whims.
Everything seemed to be going well within the Michelet household, until a sudden divorce announcement was made. Victor’s mother was made to sign an NDA about the circumstances of the divorce or else she wouldn’t get the settlement money, since they signed a prenup. Still, she wasn’t all that happy that her years of dedication to a man worth two billion Euro only paid off 25 million dollars. She considered that peanuts compared to their previous stand of living.
After a while of a much ‘simpler’ living, she met a new man, american, and before anyone could even blink, they were already making plans to marry. In a honeymoon decision,the new couple apparently had decided to live in the US. Victor thought he had many friends in Europe because he had a considerable amount of followers on social media, but the reality that no one even bothered sending him a DM asking how was he spoke volumes and was starting to resonate with him, even if just a little.
FULL NAME: Victor Alain Michelet
MORALITY: lawful / neutral / CHAOTIC / GOOD / grey / evil
MBTI: ESFP-T
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Non-practicing protestant.
SINS: lust / greed / GLUTTONY / sloth / pride / ENVY / wrath
SECRETS: Has lots of self-image issues and has been doing plastic surgery and working out obsessively to pretend like he’s had a natural puberty glow-up. Buys followers and likes on Instagram.
QUIRKS: Will try to literally buy and bribe his way out of trouble every time something slightly upsetting happens. Speaks near-perfect english (though he does have a somewhat strong accent) but sometimes throws a random french word in the mix just for the attention…
SAVVIES: Vic isn’t skilled in anything that would be remotely practical to an american college student, besides social media maybe, but he’s willing to learn, or at least pay someone else to do it for him.
BUILD: slender / average / bony / FIT / ATHLETIC / curvy / herculean / baby fat / pudgy / obese / heavyset / pear-shaped / beer belly / other.
FAVORITES
FOOD: Passion Fruit Parfait.
DRINK: Yes
MUSIC GENRE: Bubblegum Pop, Party Music.
BOOK GENRE: Short and easy to read ones
MOVIE GENRE: Raunchy Comedies, Animation
CURSE WORD: Merde.
PERSONALITY: Vic is charismatic if weird at times, but not a popular person at all, maybe for his lack of common sense and being what most people would call an Attention Whore. Due to being practically raised by the Help and having parents that would rather throw money at any issue than actually solve it, Victor was spoiled rotten. Ever since he was little, all he had to do was tell mommy and daddy what he wanted and the boy mostly just got it, no questions asked. Shallow and narcissistic, he has aspirations of being famous, not for being talented at something or even for a nobler reason. He just wants the attention that comes with fame.
Victor was extremely excited to get started in the beta house, not only because he was about to get the full college experience, but also for the chance to get a do-over. Back in Europe he wasn’t the most popular boy, or the most charming, but nobody in this house/continent needed to know that. There was a part of him that felt a little guilty for being more excited about being part of a frat than for the academic aspect of it, but he was quick to dismiss that. “Hello, I’m Victor, the new... uh.” He forgot the actual word for pledge and gave up on remembering it for now, keeping it short but definitely not smooth. His looks, combined with the french accent did him some favors though. “I am new.”
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