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mattsmunch · 11 days ago

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૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა mabel’s and beer pong.

✎: "Like a little bunny," he repeated, "All jumpy and shit, like m’gonna hurt you or somethin’ I dunno."

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⚠︎: light alcohol & drug usage, “y/n” + “bunny/bun”.

The bustling streets of New York were packed as usual as people rushed to and from their destinations. The sun was beginning to descend, signaling the end of the day as city lights began to flicker on. You were just leaving dance practice, your muscles pleasantly aching as you bid farewell to the remaining dancers, the heavy studio door swinging shut behind you. The cold air embraced you, and a soft sigh escaped your lips as you hugged yourself for warmth. The oversized hoodie you borrowed from your roommate was proving to be a godsend, keeping the chill at bay as you navigated through the bustling streets of New York City. Time was irrelevant here, as the city seemed to teem with life regardless of the hour - whether it was bustling noon or silent late night.

With each step, the sidewalk seemed to be brimming with people. From businessmen and women in a hurry to reach their destination to tourists who stopped to gawk at the skyline, there seemed to be no shortage of life in this city. You weaved your way through the crowd, the neon lights and sounds of the city creating a kaleidoscope of impressions. It was both overwhelming and exhilarating, the buzz of the city seeping into your very bones.

As you continued down the street, you felt your stomach growling in hunger and you instinctively made your way towards the diner you have been going to for months. The small, old place was the only comfort you had found in the big city and always found yourself gravitating towards it, almost every night.

You pushed open the door, the jingling of the bell announcing your arrival to the owner behind the counter. She looked up, her aging face breaking into a small smile when she recognized you.

"Hi y/n," The owner, Mabel, greeted you with a warm smile. Her grey hair was tied up in a tight bun, and her apron showed the evidence of a long day. "The usual?"

You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips as you made your way towards your usual booth by the window. As you settled in, you couldn't help but notice a group of men in the corner. They were loud and rowdy, clearly intoxicated, and their voices were a stark contrast to the usual quiet of the diner. You didn't pay them much attention, as they seemed to be too focused on themselves to care about your presence.

The warm, familiar scent of the diner washed over you, and you found yourself relaxing in your seat, all the stress from the day slowly drifting away.

The bell over the door jingled, signaling a new customer's arrival. You looked up from your phone to see none other than Chris, the infamous frat boy known for throwing wild parties and being a chick magnet. Rumors swirled around him on campus, whispers of girls hoping to catch his eye and guys worried about catching him on a bad day. You had never spoken to him before, the two of you on completely opposite sides of the spectrum. But there was one thing you did have in common - Mabel's diner, where the two of you often spent your nights.

Chris took his usual seat at the counter, his messy hair falling over his eyes. He seemed exhausted but still as charming as ever, his smile lighting up his handsome features as he greeted Mabel. The older woman chuckled, already having his order ready.

You tried to focus back on your studies, pretending not to notice him. But something about Chris drew your eyes back to him, his confidence and magnetism captivating even in the cramped diner.

As he spoke to Mabel, his voice deep and smooth, you couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation. He seemed to be venting about something, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke. You found yourself more drawn to him than you'd like to admit, your eyes lingering on his muscular frame and sharp features.

After a few moments, he stood up, his eyes flickering over the room. For a brief moment, his gaze met yours, making your heart skip a beat. But it was over just as quickly as it started, and he walked past your booth without a backward glance.

You held your breath as he past you by, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Your heart was beating faster than you'd thought possible, and you chastised yourself for reacting so strongly to a man you had barely spoken two words to.

You watched as he headed for the door, his figure disappearing into the cold night.

You finally finished your meal and paid your tab, bidding Mabel goodbye and heading back out into the cold night. The walk back to your apartment was a familiar one, the cold air biting into your skin as you hurried through the darkened streets.

As you opened the door to your apartment, you were met with the flurry of activity of your roommate getting ready for a party. Music blared from the speakers, and the apartment was filled with the smell of strong perfume.

Your roommate was standing in front of the full-length mirror, carefully applying her makeup. She looked gorgeous, dressed in a tight dress and matching heels. Her eyes were glued to her reflection, making sure every detail was perfect. She glanced up when you entered, a wide smile breaking out on her face.

"You're back!" She said, her voice slightly tinged with excitement. "I was starting to think you were standing me up."

She turned back to the mirror, fluffing up her hair and giving you a sly grin. "I have the perfect dress for you!”

Your eyes widened with confusion as Riley suddenly grabbed you and pulled you towards the bathroom. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes, and you could feel your heart rate pick up as she pushed you towards the shower.

You turned to look at Riley, your confusion evident on your face. "Wait, what?"

Riley rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. "You promised you'd come with me tonight! Don’t tell me you forgot?"

She pushed you further into the bathroom, grabbing a fresh towel and putting it on the rack before turning to face you.

"Now, hurry up. You have five minutes before I break down the door and drag you out myself!"

You gulped at the stern look on Riley's face, realizing that there was no way out of this one. You reluctantly nodded, your mind racing at the thought of having to socialize with a bunch of people you didn't know.

You quickly undressed and stepped into the hot water, scrubbing yourself clean as fast as you could. Your mind was still trying to remember when exactly you had agreed to this.

You wracked your brain, but for the life of you, you couldn't recall agreeing to be dragged out tonight.

As you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around yourself, your eyes fell upon the outfit Riley had laid out for you. Your stomach dropped as you realized just how tiny and revealing the dress was.

You began to formulate excuses in your mind, trying to think of a way to get out of this. "I'm tired. I need to study. I have an early class tomorrow..." the list went on and on.

But Riley was having none of it, claiming that you were “wasting away the best years of your life” by staying home all the time.

Before you knew it, you found yourself standing in front of the large frat house. Riley's grip on your arm was unwavering, the yard was filled with men throwing a football around, their laughter and cheers drowned out by the blaring music coming from inside.

As you walked, you kept self-consciously tugging at the hem of the dress Riley had insisted you wear. The fabric was tight and short, exposing more of your skin than you were comfortable with.

Riley seemed oblivious to your discomfort, her bubbly personality unfazed by the crowd of rowdy people. She continued chattering about the guy she came to see that night, her excitement apparent in her voice.

You could feel the stares of the guys in the yard as you walked past, their eyes roaming over your body in a way that made your skin crawl.

The house was packed with people, the smell of alcohol and smoke hanging heavily in the air. As you followed behind Riley, you felt the brush of multiple hands against your skin as you wound your way through the crowd. Some lingered a bit too long, sending shivers down your spine.

Riley finally led you into a backroom, the smoke from the weed hanging in the air. You coughed a bit as the strong scent hit your nostrils, your eyes taking in the room. There was a black leather couch in the middle, the coffee table in front of it covered in different drugs and beer bottles.

Your heart thudded harder in your chest as you saw the group of five people sitting on the couch. Four guys and a girl, all of them looking up at you as you entered. They were passing a joint around, the acrid smoke surrounding them like a cloud.

As you stood there awkwardly, Riley greeted one of the men as "Jake," her voice filled with excitement. He stood up and pulled her into a sloppy kiss, his hands gripping her waist as she stood there stiffly. The rest of the group looked her up and down, their eyes fixed on her with varying degrees of interest and judgment.

After a few moments, Jake finally pulled back, a smug smile on his face. He slung his arm around Riley's shoulders and looked at you, his gaze making you feel like you were being undressed by his eyes alone.

"Who's your friend?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly. A few of the other guys snickered, their eyes still lingering on you in a way that made your skin crawl again.

Riley spoke up, her voice bright and cheerful. "This is my roommate, y/n. She's a total sweetheart."

Jake's eyes scanned over you once more before he spoke again. "Is she a mute or something?."

You felt a pang of embarrassment at his words, and you could feel your cheeks heating up. Before you could respond, Riley quickly jumped in.

"She's just shy," she said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Jake raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his face. "Shy, huh? I bet we could fix that."

A few of the guys chuckled at his words, and you felt your heart rate pick up once more.

Riley rolled her eyes and pushed Jake off of her, telling you not to worry about his words. "He's just playing," she said with a dismissive wave. "Don’t take him seriously."

The guys chuckled again, their eyes still fixed on you as if they were enjoying watching you squirm.

As you took a seat, you made sure to keep a good distance between you and the guy you were forced to sit next to. The others in the group were chatting away, talking about classes, parties, and other random topics. You sat there quietly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the uncomfortable dress. You could feel the guy you were sitting next to occasionally glance over at you, and every time made you sink a little further back into the couch.

The conversation was going on, but you found yourself zoning out, your mind still focused on the uncomfortable dress and the gazes of the men around you.

Suddenly, the door opened and everyone fell silent.

Chris walked in, his presence immediately capturing everyone's attention. He had a joint tucked behind his ear, his messy curls falling over his eyes in a way that made your breath catch in your throat.

Everyone in the group greeted him, some with a nod and others with a more enthusiastic welcome. Jake, who was sitting next to Riley, clapped him on the back.

"Nice of you to finally show up," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Chris rolled his eyes at Jake's comment, his cool exterior not faltering. "I was busy," he replied, his tone clipped.

"You’re always 'busy,'" another guy in the group chimed in, his voice filled with amusement.

Chris shot him a glare, his mouth set in a tense line. "Yeah, well, some of us have actual shit to do kid."

The rest of the guys laughed at his response, clearly used to his attitude. Riley glanced over at you, nudging your side with her elbow.

She leaned in, her voice a loud whisper. "That's Chris. He's, like, a total asshole but he means no harm."

Your eyes flicked back over to Chris, who was currently lighting the joint that was tucked behind his ear. His gaze caught yours, and your heart skipped a beat as his dark eyes held yours for a moment before he began walking towards you.

Chris sat down between you and the other guy, his parted knees taking up more space than seemed necessary as he began to man spread.

Chris took a drag of the joint, making your eyes water slightly as the smoke passed in front of your face before he leaned back into the couch, his body heat radiating off of him in waves. He spared you a fleeting glance, his eyes flickering over you before focussing back on the group in front of him.

His cologne was intoxicating, and when mixed with the smell of the joint and his close proximity, it was making it hard to think clearly.

You tried to focus on the conversation in front of you, but your mind was now occupied with Chris's presence. You could feel the heat from his body, the roughness of the fabric of his jeans brushing against the bare skin on your legs. The group was chattering on about something, but all you could focus on was the low rumble of Chris's voice as he occasionally spoke.

The group's conversation faded into the background as you became aware of the way Chris's knee was pressed against yours and the way his hand was lazily thrown over the back of the couch behind you.

You tried to maintain a calm exterior, but inside your heart was racing and your skin was tingling in a way that made it impossible to think clearly. A part of you wanted to move away, to put some distance between you and Chris's dizzying presence. But another part of you was rooted to the spot, unable to move or even speak.

You could feel Chris shifting beside you, his body turning towards you slightly as he took another drag of the joint. This caused his arm to brush against your bare shoulder, the contact brief but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Your brain was foggy, muddled by the combination of Chris's presence and the joint smoke. The dress suddenly felt too tight, the material constricting and uncomfortable. You glanced down at your lap, trying to clear your head and steady yourself.

Chris took another drag of the joint before he spoke up. He spoke quietly, his words only intended for your ears.

"Think I saw you at Mabel's earlier," he said, turning to you. His dark eyes held yours for a moment, the intensity in them making it hard to look away.

You could feel your heart thump in your chest as he addressed you directly, the casual familiarity of his tone sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded, confirming his question, unable to speak as his gaze held you captive.

The group continued to chat amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of the conversation between you and Chris.

Chris leaned back into the couch, his arm still positioned behind you, his presence making it hard to think straight. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking down to your dress before coming back up to your face.

You tried to come up with a response, but your brain was fuzzy from the smoke and the proximity to Chris. You couldn’t think straight, your heart racing as you struggled to form words. He turned towards you again, his eyes drifting over your face.

"You're pretty quiet," he said, the comment so low you almost didn't catch it. His tone was nonchalant, but his gaze was intense, his eyes roving over your face in a way that made your throat feel dry. You fidgeted under his gaze, your fingers twisting the hem of the dress reflexively.

Your throat felt tight as his gaze remained fixed on you, making you feel both exposed and anxious.

"Sorry," you finally managed to say, your voice sounding small and timid. "This just isn’t…really my thing."

He took another drag of the joint, the smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

"Yeah, I kind of picked up on that," he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You look like a deer in headlights, kid." his gaze still fixed on you like a predator watching its prey.

His sarcastic comment hit like a ton of bricks, causing you to shrink back against the couch, embarrassment washing over you in waves. Your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your nose scrunching as you try not to let his words affect you.

You could see the hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth, his eyes still lazily looking you up and down.

Chris shifted his body, adjusting his seating so that he was now sitting even closer to you. His knee pressed harder against yours, the warmth seeping through your dress and into your skin.

He noticed your slight flinch, and a frown tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re like a little bunny.”

Your confusion grew as he observed you, the comparison to a bunny sounding strange to your ears.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, your voice a mere whisper.

He shrugged, his gaze traveling over your face as he replied. "Like a little bunny," he repeated, "All jumpy and shit, like m’gonna hurt you or somethin’ I dunno."

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his words, your heart hammering in your chest. For a moment, you considered denying his observation, but his gaze pinned you in place, making it impossible to look away.

Finally, you managed to reply. " I’m don’t think I’m like a bunny," you said quietly, your voice coming out sounding weak and uncertain.

Suddenly, his hand moved, reaching out and touching the bare skin of your knee. The contact made you flinch involuntarily, but he didn’t pull away, his fingers running lightly over the smooth skin. “Soft…quiet… and cute,” he mumbled, his voice low and rough. “Exactly like a little bunny.”

His eyes were half-lidded, his lids heavy and his gaze unfocused. There was a slight smile on his face, the joint still balanced between his fingers.

Your heart thudded in your chest as he continued to touch your knee, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your skin. His words echoed in your mind, his tone dripping with mock sweetness.

You could feel his body heat radiating off of him, the smell of his cologne and the joint smoke creating a dizzying combination.

"See, even got the wide eyes like a bunny," he mumbled, his palm now completely covering your knee. The contact sent a shiver through your body, his touch both warm and rough against your skin.

For a moment longer, he lingered, his hand still on your knee, his fingers pressing into the flesh almost as if he didn’t want to break contact.

But then he leaned back into the couch, removing his hand from your knee. His gaze remained on you, his eyes half-lidded and intense, a lazy smirk still on his face.

You felt both relieved and disappointed as he removed his touch, your skin missing the warmth of his hand. You tried to ignore the conflicting emotions within you, focusing instead on the conversation around you, although it was a struggle with Chris’s unwavering gaze still fixed on you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Riley appeared at your side, her hand on your arm as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Come on, I need a drink," she said, her voice cheerful and eager. Without waiting for a response, she began to tug you off the couch, away from Chris.

You stumbled off the couch, Riley's grip on your arm keeping you steady as she led you towards the kitchen. You glanced back to see Chris watching you leave, his gaze still fixed on you as you disappeared into the crowd.

Riley led you into the kitchen, the noise and chatter of the party still filling the air. She quickly began to mix some drinks, her hands moving quickly and efficiently.

"You alright?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at you with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said, forcing a casual tone into your voice. But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart was still beating hard, your skin still tingling from Chris's touch.

Riley had managed to convince you to take a few shots of vodka, promising that they would “loosen you up a bit.” You, being rather inexperienced with alcohol, felt the effects quickly. The room started to spin, your head feeling fuzzy as you clutched the red solo cup full of whiskey and cherry coke in your hand, feeling it was your lifeline for the night.

The night had progressed, and at this point, you had downed at least three full cups of the mixed drink. Your movements were clumsy and carefree, the room spinning around you slightly as you stood next to Riley, preparing to play beer pong against Jake and one of his frat brothers.

Your vision was blurred, and you couldn’t quite focus, but the warm buzz of the alcohol made you feel relaxed and lightheaded. You clutched your cup in your hand, giggling at something Riley had said.

Surprisingly, even in your drunken state, you and Riley were completely dominating the game of beer pong. Your aim was sloppy but it was still more accurate than Jakes and his buddy, who were struggling to even hit the cups. Every time you made a shot, you’d let out a laugh, the sound loud and carefree.

You could feel a pair of eyes on you, burning into your back. Instinctively, you knew it was Chris. Without turning, you could feel his gaze on you, making your skin tingle.

His gaze felt like a physical force, the weight of it causing your heart rate to spike. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the game in front of you, but it was difficult. Every time your hand moved, every time you leaned over the table, you could feel Chris’s eyes following you, studying you.

The game continued, shots being taken and missed. You were too drunk to care about the score, but it was clear that you and Riley had the upper hand.

The game finally comes to an end, with you and Riley taking the win. The guys grumble about how the game was rigged, but you and Riley just laugh, high off your victory.

Riley flashes you a mischievous grin before she grabs Jake’s hand, pulling him upstairs and disappearing into his room. You’re left standing, a little unsteady on your feet, feeling a bit abandoned.

You make your way back to the couch, where Chris is still sitting, his gaze fixed on you as you approach.

You sink into the couch next to him, the cushion dipping beneath your weight, closing the small distance between you. Your head is spinning, a mix of alcohol and his presence making it difficult to think straight. You look up at him, your vision still fuzzy around the edges, the effects of the alcohol becoming more pronounced.

Chris doesn’t say anything, his gaze still fixed on you, his expression unreadable. The silence hangs in the air for a moment, the sound of the party around you feeling distant and muted.

His presence next to you is overwhelming, his body heat radiating off of him, making your skin feel warm. You can feel the alcohol rushing through your veins, making your tongue feel heavy and your thoughts scattered.

“Gonna need y’to be on my team next time, bunny," he mumbles, his voice rougher than usual, the nickname rolling off his tongue smoothly. "Tired of getting my ass kicked by him”

His words sink into your alcohol-addled mind, the nickname "bunny" making your heart thump in your chest. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, the effects of the alcohol making it difficult to control your reactions.

"I—I’ll be on your team," you say, your tongue feeling heavy. "Next time... promise."

Your head is swimming, the alcohol making you feel light and carefree. Without really thinking about it, you hold out your pinky finger, wiggling it at him, a sloppy grin on your face.

Chris looks at you quizzically, his eyes flicking from your face to your proffered pinky. After a moment's hesitation, he lifts his own pinky finger, linking it with yours.

The moment your fingers touch, a small shiver runs through you, the connection sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You can feel the roughness of his finger against yours, the contrast of his large hand against your smaller one.

You smile goofily, holding onto his pinky, the touch anchoring you in place.

He gently shakes his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, next time," he echoes, his voice gruff and rough. He frees his pinky from yours, pulling it away reluctantly. The loss of contact makes you shiver again, your hand feeling empty without the touch of his skin against yours.

The rest of the night is a blur, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the LED lights shift colors in a dizzying pattern. Your head is spinning, the alcohol making everything feel fuzzy and distant.

Suddenly, you’re aware of Riley returning, her hair disheveled and her clothes slightly rumpled. She mutters something about your Uber being outside, pulling you up from the couch. You stagger to your feet, trying to focus on her face.

You turn back to the couch, where Chris is still sitting, his gaze fixed on you. Without thinking, you offer a small wave and a “See ya,” you manage to mutter, your voice sounding slurred and raspy. As you turn to leave, Chris mutters something under his breath, his voice low. "Bye, bun.”

The words barely register in your alcohol-addled mind, but they send another wave of butterflies through your stomach. You’re pulled out the door and into the cool night air, the world spinning slightly as you head for the waiting Uber.

The night ends with Riley helping you drunkenly undress, her own movements clumsy and uncoordinated. She fumbles with the buttons of your dress, her fingers slipping a few times, before finally managing to get you out of it.

She then guides you into comfortable clothes, her hands warm and gentle against your skin. With a few well-placed pushes, she helps you up onto the bed, your head spinning and your mind fuzzy.

She pulls the covers up to your chin, her touch careful and maternal. She smiles sleepily at you before wobbling off to her own room, stumbling slightly here and there.

You're left alone in the darkness of your room, the blankets a warm weight against your body. The effects of the alcohol are still present, the room spinning slowly around you as you shift onto your side. The events of the night replay in your mind, each interaction with Chris playing out like a dream.

You close your eyes, the memory of his voice and the touch of his skin still fresh. Gradually, you drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

꒰ this is an AU introduction. some blurbs will have warnings, some will not. ask, request, questions, thoughts, comments & concerns about bun + fratboy!chris are welcomed :D! ꒱

AUTHORS NOTE: i tried to beat the “shy girl meets frat boy at a party” storyline allegations but i fear i failed😓. i S U C K at first introductions, i just wanna jump into the knuckle deep details LMFAOAOAOAO. anyways let me cook i promise it gets a smidge better …

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