⟡ ݁₊ . introducing fratboy!chris
࿐frat!boychris is the life of the party. lives in boston massachusetts with his brothers—matt and nick—but spends most of his time at the fraternity house or around campus. a loud, confident, and extroverted personality who thrives in chaotic social settings. loves parties more than anything. you'll mostly catch him with a joint hanging from his mouth. listens to travis scott, drake, tyler, the creator, playboi carti, and house music. drinks more energy drinks than water. always has a cap on (mostly backwards,) and his silver chain.
⟡ ݁₊ . introducing loser!reader
࿐loser!reader is an introvert to her core. quiet and shy. prefers staying home over going out. loves lipgloss and the colour pink. spends most of her time reading, studying, or rewatching her favourite shows. awkward in big crowds and always avoids the spotlight. loves artic monkeys, lana del rey, phoebe bridgers, harry styles, and mac miller. drinks iced-coffee all year round. finds comfort in over-sized hoodies, sneakers, and her favourite books. would rather have a deep conversation with one person than try to impress a room full of people. has a small circle of close friends.
it wasn't your kind of night. parties like this never were.
the frat house was alive, pulsing with bass-heavy music and the chaotic energy of too many people crammed into one space. you had come reluctantly, dragged by a friend who insisted that "getting out would be good for you." now you stood awkwardly in the corner of the kitchen, gripping a half-empty cup of something that smelled too strong and tasted worse. you tried to look busy--pretending to text, adjusting your sweater--anything to avoid eye contact.
chris noticed you almost immediately. not because you stood out, but because you didn't. in a room full of girls trying to throw themselves at guys and loud laughter, you were quiet, kept to yourself, your eyes flitting nervously as if you were desperate to shrink into the shadows. it was a contrast he couldn't ignore.
he walked over, his easy confidence radiating even as he leaned against the counter beside you. "you don't look like you're having fun," he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the noise but tinged with a teasing grin.
your head snapped up, startled. you hadn't expected anyone to talk to you--least of all him. his red backwards cap, red solo cup and silver chain practically screamed frat boy, and the way he held himself made it clear he knew how to own a room. you glanced at him, then quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
"i'm fine," you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the music.
chris raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "yeah? because standing in the corner looking miserable doesn't really scream 'fine' to me."
you bit your lip, unsure how to respond. part of you wanted to brush him off, but the other part--the part that noticed how his smile didn't feel as cocky as you'd expected--kept you rooted in place.
"not really my scene," you admitted softly, your fingers tightening around your cup.
"well," he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "lucky for you, it's my kind of thing. stick with me, and i'll show you how to survive it."
you rolled your eyes softly, but when he didn't leave--and when his teasing grin softened into something almost genuine--you couldn't help but let a small smile slip, even though your nerves were sky-rocketing. maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.
