#˚loser!reader𓅫

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Normally Chris is soft, he's sweet. He'd never ever do anything to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. But something in him snapped today. Maybe it was the way you were begging him to just be a little rough, clutching his arms while wearing nothing but a too-big t-shirt. Maybe it was the "please"'s and "I can take it"'s you whined while swinging a leg up to straddle him.

All he knows is that he snapped.

Now you're a mess ontop of him. Whining and holding onto his biceps with your back digging into the desk top. He hadn't bothered to go to his bed, deciding to fuck you raw in his gaming chair.

"C'mon, baby, whos fucking you, huh?" He asks, grabbing your chin and tilting it down so you're looking at him. "Chris." You whine, not even answering his question, just pleading for nothing in particular.

He finds that he likes that a little bit more than he should, and you find out too by a particularly low groan that comes from his throat as he thrusts up into you again.

"Yeah, Chris is fucking you, huh?" You whine, your head falling onto his chest. "Chris is fucking you so good you cant even answer him." A breathy laugh comes from his lips as your nails dig into his biceps in agreement.

a fear this is all I have to offer to the people who wanted this and to the people that write smut, im literally embarrassed

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"Chris please let me bite your tits. Im actually begging you. I will get on my hands and knees and grovel at your feet, I jus' wanna suck on 'em." You beg, straddling Chris's thighs as you rest your head on his chest.

What started off as a tame cuddle session while he plays his game has now turned into this. And it's so not your fault his tits are right in front of your face, that's not your problem!

At your words Chris immediately pushes your face away from his chest and shakes his head "No. Just because you called my pecs tits, you can't."

"What! Thats so not fair!" You whine, sliding down and down until you're on the floor, legs sprawled out infront of you and head resting on your boyfriends knee as you huff and puff and pout.

He shrugs and continues to play his game. "Not my fault you dont know basic terms for the different anatomy of humans."

"Youre a fucking nerd, doctor." You grumble, biting down on his calf.

"Yeah whatever."

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loser!reader ☆ Greenday, Gorillaz, Artic Monkeys, the neighborhood, steve lacy, pins, ponds, graffiti, Converse, if there's a new meme she's the first to send it to you, baggy t-shirts, very much a "thought daughter", psychology major, physical touch IS her language like she SPEAKS it, pop rocks, loves fashion, downtown aesthetic, chunky jewelry.

fratboy!Chris ☆ Majoring in biology because he wants to be a doctor, snapbacks, cats, gentle giant, doesn't drink or anything, DD for his friends, big cuddler, heart of gold, stupid shirts with stupid sayings, messy room, lollipops, hates littering, hand written notes, cut off tanks.

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Tid-bits ✎ this series includes mature content such as sensitive topics,substance abuse, sex, angst, and more. Read with that in mind.

Chapter 1 ✎ Pool House.

"You're just too much." Is the last thing your ex-boyfriend said before you're off, stumbling through the crowds of party goers, Sorority girls in short dresses, frat guys in snapbacks, random kids in bright clothes that hurt your eyes. The entire crowd smells like sweat and achohol, concoctions mixed in red solo cups, sloshing liquid out onto the grass. The smell of it burns your nose. You stumble into someone and their drink spills on the front of your dress, whatever it's old anyway and you don't even like dresses so you shouldn't really care.

"You're just too much." Is the only thing that plays in your head when you smack into the door of a small shed. When you open it you're hit with the scent of chlorine, mildew, and plastic. You tiptoe through the shed, through buckets filled with pool toys, towels that stink of mildew, and pool noodles thrown about on the floor. Almost slamming your head into the wall stepping on a pool noodle, the styrofoam of the neon green floating help, crunching and sliding out from under your sneakered feet, you gasp as you steady yourself.

"Fuck." You groan, sitting down on a threadbare couch. Tears are slipping down your face, slow and then faster until you can't stop them or wipe them away. Gosh you swear to yourself that you're never going to date again. "Too much? I'm not too much." You grumble to yourself. The sound of music is blasting "Bourgeoisieses" by Conan Gray playing from the cheap speakers you're sure some frat brother got from the Walmart 3 years ago because its mostly staticy. It drowns out your words.

The music gets louder and a flood of light comes in from the door as someone shoulders it open and in comes a fratboy, red snapback on his head and an oversized red and gray jersey looking shirt on his torso. He looks seriously confused when he turns around to see you, teary-eyed, snot dripping down your face, harsh breathes forcing through your lungs.

"Oh-shit I didnt know that someone- that you- I didnt know anyone was in here. I thought it was a bathroom" He says gently, like you're a wounded animal who you need to be gentle with or they'll lunge.

"I-I-Its's fi-fine." You stutter through sobs and gasps, wiping at your face with your hands. They get sticky from the snot and tears drying on your palm in the creases as you fist up your hand. The boy looks concerned, his eyebrows drawn together and a soft frown on his lips.

"You okay? You don't...I mean I don't mean to sound rude but you don't look okay." He says rather gently as he's tiptoeing around the clutter on the floor to get to you. He reaches you and barely puts his hand on your shoulder before you're hunched over and throwing up, all over his airforces. "Oh, okay. Okay, yep- uh-huh, let it all out." He grimaces, patting the back of your head as you sputter and cough, spitting off to the side. "I think its time to go back to your dorm, yeah? No more drinks, party girl."

"Did I throw up on y'shoes? m'sorry, dude. I'll- uhhh- buy ya new ones." You slur sitting up and wiping the back off your mouth with your sleeve. "Also I think I jus' pissed myself. Jus' a lil bit."

"Yeah well that's what happens when you throw up. Vomiting creates sudden stress on the opening of the bladder, leading to leakage." He explains while hauling you up to your feet and hooking an arm around your waist.

"Nerd." You huff as you lean on him, head on his shoulder. "Doctor in training." He corrects as he walks, and you stumble along beside him, out of the Pool House.

"But you're a fratboy?"

"That I am." He nods, stopping to mumble something to a friend of his before continuing to walk, practically dragging you now. "That sounds illegal." That makes him laugh and you smile at the small victory. "It's not, party girl. Trust me."

You walk in silence for a while until he reaches his car and helps you into the front seat, buckling you up, and making sure you don't fall over, before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. "Did you see me crying?" "Which dorm do you live in?" Your words overlap eachother and there's a bit of an awkward silence as you tell him which dorm house you live in and wait for the response to your question.

"Yeah, I did. What was it about?" You flush in embarrassment because this random doctor in training, fratboy, Jeep driver has seen you cry, throw up, and maybe pee yourself a little all in one night and you don't even know his name. "I don't wanna talk about it." You mumble, rubbing the tip of your nose with the knuckle of your finger.

"That's fine. I'm Chris by the way." Chris smiles at you before turning his gaze back to his phone to pull up the GPS and then start the car. "Y/N."

"Cool name, party girl." You smile softly, "Thanks."

You're back at your dorm, the car ride was mostly silent, random music playing low on the radio. You felt to awkward to try and say anything so you didn't, sitting with your hands wrung together or tugging at a loose string on your dress. Chris got you out of the car with some difficulty because your dress got caught on the arm rest of the seat and you tried to fix it yourself but only got yourself more tangled up. He had to hook an arm around your shoulder to hold you still while he fixed it Chris got it unhooked with a simple "See?" as he pulled it off the arm rest.

"We should take the stairs, it's way faster." You explain as you walk without Chris and only with minor difficulty because you're rather sobered up from the activities of the night. He shakes his head but follows anyway only to watch you take one step up the stairs and fall flat on your face. He winces and hauls you back up,checking for any injuries of anything, and then drags you to go take the elevator.

Once in your room he helps take off your shoes and get you into bed. "Hey, wait, wait. I needa get your number so I can buy you those shoes." You protest, grabbing Chris's arm, as he turns around. He turns back around with his brows furrowed and a frown gracing his lips. "You dont need to, I have more shoes." He reassures and pats your hand.

"Just give me your number, doctor fratboy." You sigh and reach around for your phone in the bag that's been thrown on the bed. He huff out a laugh at the nickname and types his number into your phone before handing it back to you. Chris watches as you giggle and type something, before closing your phone and letting go of his arm.

"Okay well text me in the morning, just a check up y'know. I'l talk to you later, party girl." You nod at his words before rolling over onto your side and closing your eyes. Chris, rubs your shoulder before he's reaching into his pocket and pulling out a granola bar, he's always prepared, and maybe he wanted a little snack, but he thinks you're going to need the snack more than he does.

He pulls the covers up over you and goes to the bathroom to place a trashcan by your bed, just incase. Then he leaves, turning off all the lights, except for the lamp by your bed, and closes the door behind him.

Lo's post-writing clarity-wagging my tail rn

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"This series is called Dugout!" (Pool House)

"What?"

"Its called Pool House."

Tid-bits ✎ A fratboy and a loser meet in a Pool House during a party. How is he supposed to move on from what he saw? How is she supposed to move on from the embarrassment? What are they supposed to do with eachother?

Tid-bit ✎ Each Chapter is titled after a lyric from a song from the album "When we were friends" by The Backseat Lovers (This series is based off of these songs i recommended listening to the album when reading)

·˚ ༘ Chapter 1 : "Pool House"

·˚ ༘ Chapter 2

·˚ ༘ Chapter 3

·˚ ༘ Chapter 4

·˚ ༘ Chapter 5

·˚ ༘ Chapter 6

·˚ ༘ Chapter 7

·˚ ༘ Chapter 8

·˚ ༘ Chapter 9

·˚ ༘ Chapter 10

·˚ ༘ Chapter 11

·˚ ༘ Chapter 12

✎Do you wanna know what I think?·˚ ༘

(collections of blurbs that happen as filler inbetween each chapter)

updates will be slow!

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i was feeling particularly silly today :3 so i give you loser!reader x fratboy!chris after chapter 1 of pool house!

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loser!reader core

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and if i said i have a SERIES planned.

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yeah I think pool house is gonna have like 24 chapters instead of 12😭

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ho the things youve lied about (waiting for frat boy chris smut🤝🤠🤘)

i no lie 🤕 (i literally have a little itty bitty bit to finish and then im posting it🫰)

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im begging you for a smut blurb of loser reader and frat boy chris like that🧎

BAHAHAHAHAHAH I MIGHT. i might. (i definitely am. probably tongith or tomorrow.)

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fratboy!chris bought this for himself but loser!reader stole it

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. ✮ loser!reader x fratboy!chris moodboard .ᐟ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ

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somebody ANYBODY yap to me about loser!reader and fratboy!chris PLEASE IM BEGGING.

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I'm gonna start posting just little things about loser!reader and fratboy!Chris and I need yall to keep them in your brain because they will come up in the series.