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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Glasses

Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: A bit of language, partial nudity, making out, they watch an erotic film (nothing is described)

Summary: Chrissy has always had a crush on you, and it all comes out when the two of you have a sleepover.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

Chrissy had never slept over at your house before. She’d slept over at Emily’s house, and Laura’s house, and even Stephanie Wilson’s—but never yours. You were different—she didn’t get flustered when Emily changed clothes in front of her, or when Laura called her platonic pet names. She didn’t blush when Stephanie gave her a hug.

She didn’t feel that way about Emily, Laura, or Stephanie. Not the way she felt about you.

She tried to argue when you suggested she spend the night. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she insisted, “I’m sure you don’t have enough space for me.”

“Oh, no, honey, don’t worry about it, we can just share my bed.”

Chrissy turned bright red. “O-o-okay then.”

You smiled, tossing her a pair of pajama bottoms. “Here, you can wear these. You can change into ‘em while I take out my contacts.”

Chrissy blinked. “C—You wear contacts?”

You laughed nervously. “Yeah, I have terrible vision. Contacts are such a pain but I hate how glasses look on me, so I usually deal with the hassle when I’m going out.”

Chrissy swallowed as you walked into the bathroom. She didn’t know why the thought of you in glasses made her so nervous—plenty of people wore glasses, it was just a normal thing. It was just… it was you. You in glasses. You must look so cute in glasses! And sexy, and—Chrissy, stop thinking, she scolded herself.

You came out of the bathroom and Chrissy tried her best to appear casual. Gosh, she’s hot with glasses on. She turned bright red and looked away from you, clearing her throat.

“Your, uh, your glasses are cute,” she managed, examining her perfectly manicured nails. And you are too—CHRISSY SHUT UP.

You giggled, sitting on the bed next to her. “Thanks, Chris. You’re cute too.” You booped her nose.

Chrissy let out a strangled noise she couldn’t quite stifle.

You pulled away in concern. “Are you okay?”

Chrissy’s eyes widened and she covered her face in mortification. “Oh, gosh, that was embarrassing,” she mumbled.

You laughed, and pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t worry, Chrissy, I’m not gonna make fun of you.” You kissed her nose and walked over to your closet.

Chrissy fell back onto your bed, covering the probably-red heat on her face with her hands.

“So, how’s cheer going?” you asked, pulling out a t-shirt and beginning to strip down.

Chrissy froze at the sight of your bare back and cleared her throat, unable to look away. “G-good! It—it’s been good.”

“That’s great!” You turned around and Chrissy got a flash of your tits before you pulled the t-shirt over your head. She could barely breathe. You plopped down next to her with a big smile, the shirt riding up to reveal pink lacy panties. “Wanna watch Blood and Roses?”

She tilts her head. “I’ve never heard of that one.”

“Oh, it’s so good, we have to watch it.” You got up and fished for the tape in the box under your T.V. “It’s a sixties movie about vampires, you’ll love it.” You found what you were looking for and held it up triumphantly before slipping it into the player.

Chrissy swallowed. “Is it—is it scary?”

You nodded your head from side to side in a “so-so” motion. “Eh, kind of. It’s mostly just really sexy.” You grinned slyly before leaping back up next to her.

Chrissy swallowed again and watched the movie with wide eyes. Oh, gosh, she realized quickly, this is lesbian erotica.

She watched the film attentively, watching Carmilla and Georgia do things she wished she could do with you.

It ended and Chrissy was left feeling hot and dizzy. You looked over at her, grinning expectantly, but your smile dropped when you saw her expression. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Before she could stop herself, she was grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you passionately. You gasped against her lips before kissing her back, tangling your hands in her hair and letting her push you down onto your bed.

Kissing you was like nothing she’d ever experienced before—it was nothing like Jason, or Michael, or Christopher, or any guy she’d kissed before. Gosh, it was so much better. You were so much better.

“Gods, Chrissy, I’ve been in love with you for years,” you told her breathlessly once you broke apart.

“Really?” she asked shyly, her tone a stark contrast from the hot desire she’d shown just moments before.

“Of course, Chris.” You leaned up and kissed her neck, trailing up her jaw and finishing with a soft peck to her cheek.

Chrissy giggled breathlessly, collapsing against you and nuzzling the crook of your neck. “You look so hot with glasses on.”

You laughed, rubbing her shoulder. “Thanks, Chrissy. You look hot no matter what.”

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ashwhowrites · 11 months

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Punishing Chrissy by splitting her open with your strap?? Please and thank you!

Ps I love your writing!

Before my partner and I got together, you will not believe how many times I've thought about something like this. I truly think Chrissy would look gorgeous taking (my) a thick strap and definitely during a punishment.

Ps thank you so much! 🥹

I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Dom reader ( use of strap, Chrissy likes to be embarrassed and belittled)

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Y/N knew by dating the head cheerleader that many boys would drool over Chrissy. That ex-boyfriend like Jason Carver would stop at nothing to win her back. Any boy she gave slight attention to would become obsessed with her in seconds, like Eddie Munson. Then there were young boys, like Dustin and Mike, experiencing love for the first time but didn't exactly hold a threat.

Everywhere Y/N turned, she'd walk into a pit of hormonal boys that wanted to be under Chrissy's skirt. It didn't help that Chrissy was an angel. A perfect golden child with a bright smile that made everyone weak. It didn't help that she was so lovely to everyone. It was impossible not to fall at her feet. But Chrissy didn't see the desire in all the boys' eyes, she just thought everyone wanted to be friends. And Y/N hated that.

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"Hey so Eddie needs help with some science, is it okay if I come over later than we planned? Just like by an hour? Your parents are still gone, yeah?" Chrissy asked, her blue eyes looking apologetic, but a sweet smile on her lips.

Y/N groaned, that was an hour less she got to spend time with her girlfriend. And with her parents gone, she and Chrissy had quite the night planned.

"Yeah that's fine Chris, but I might start without you if you keep me waiting." Y/N winked, pecking Chrissy's cheek as she walked away. Making sure she swayed her hips a little extra to tease the poor cheerleader.

"HEY! NO" Chrissy shouted after her. Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy against the locker, a pout on her face.

Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss.

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Chrissy wasn't paying any attention to Eddie and she felt horrible. She tried so hard to teach the boy the lesson but her head was stuck on the idea of her girlfriend touching herself. Y/N didn't have patience when she got horny. It was either help her when she asked or she would it herself and make Chrissy watch. And Chrissy did not want to just watch.

"Okay Eddie, I really need to go," she said quickly, standing up and collecting all her books.

"but you said until six, that's still half an hour," Eddie said confused, he needed the help but also wanted to spend time with her.

Chrissy looked at his sad eyes and felt the guilt on her shoulders.

"You're right. Let's try again but I really need to leave at six."

Eddie nodded and smiled as she sat back down.

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Chrissy was panicking, Eddie offered to drive her but his van didn't seem to want to do the work.

"Eddie, I can just call someone," Chrissy suggested, Eddie continued to look under the hood of his van.

The clock is getting extremely close to ten minutes after six. She had until six-thirty to get to her girlfriends or her night would be miserable.

"It's okay! It's working" Eddie cheered.

They both got in the car, Chrissy telling him the directions to Y/N's house.

"Are you two having a sleepover?" Eddie asked turning out of the school parking lot.

"yeah, something like that," Chrissy said, playing with her fingers as she stared at the tiny watch on Eddie's wrist.

"Oh, that's fun. What type of girly things are you guys going to do? Paint each other's nails and talk about boys?" Eddie laughed.

"We don't really care to talk about boys" Chrissy joked, she knew that Eddie had no idea Y/N was her girlfriend and sadly it wasn't something Chrissy could come out and say whenever she wanted.

"Are you and Jason going to get back together? I know he's been talking about it." Eddie said, trying to dig for information for himself.

"Absolutely not. Done with him" Chrissy snapped, even his name made her blood boil. She can't believe she was that dumb to like him, even love him.

That relationship taught her many things and the main thing was that the way he treated her was nothing compared to what Y/N offers. Chrissy thought relationships were one-sided, she felt she had to deserve sweet things like flowers and dates. She thought there was nothing anyone would love about her once they got past the cheerleading exterior. But Y/N showed her so much more than that. Chrissy learned to love parts of herself she didn't think was possible.

And now thinking about her just made Chrissy want to be with her even more.

"Okay well, you are here and right on time!" Eddie cheered, Chrissy smiled and yanked off her seat buckle. She was getting ready to tear open the door when Eddie touched her arm.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sure Y/N won't care, it'll just be a minute."

Chrissy went back and forth in her head. A minute wasn't long, but a minute in Y/N's world was a minute too long.

As Chrissy battled in her head, Eddie used it as an opportunity to speak.

"Would you want to go on a date this weekend? Go see a movie at the theater?" Eddie suggested.

Chrissy didn't want to ever hear him ask that question, because now she had to reject him and hurt his feelings.

"I'm not looking for anything like that, I'd just like to be friends." She said, finally making her way out of the car.

She didn't bother to hear his response, racing into Y/N's house.

"I'M HERE. I AM SO SORRY." She yelled, running up the stairs and heading for the bedroom.

"You are late, princess," Y/N smirked from her spot on the bed. From what Chrissy could tell, she hasn't started without her. Fully clothed, flipping through a magazine as she laid on her stomach.

"Just by a little," Chrissy whined. Y/N's eyebrow quirked up at the sound of Chrissy's whining.

"Well, I already knew you would be late, I finished like ten minutes ago." Y/N shrugged, no regret on her face.

"That's not fair! You didn't give me a chance. What if I did show up on time? " Chrissy argued, crossing her arms. Her attitude was revealing, another thing Y/N didn't like.

"Well you didn't so we don't have to play that game." Chrissy was growing annoyed at Y/N's responses.

"Well, do you even want me here? I mean Jesus, I might as well stayed with Eddie." Chrissy snapped. Y/N's eyes hardened in seconds, the magazine being tossed to the floor.

"Oh? Is Eddie worth more of your time?" Y/N tested, slowly rising up on the bed, and kneeling on her knees as her challenge hung in the air.

"No," Chrissy said immediately, the anticipation of what Y/N could be thinking was making Chrissy clench her thighs.

"No, no. I don't think that's what you said." Y/N clicked her tongue, moving off of her bed to stand. Walking slowly to Chrissy's nervous frame.

"I didn't mean it." Chrissy gulped hard, her eyes watching Y/N's every move.

"So are we just saying things we don't mean for fun? Let me try, I wasn't planning on you fucking me. I planned to fuck you like the cock slut you are." Y/N mocked, turning her head to the side to show fake pity.

Chrissy moaned at her words. Already feeling a wet patch growing in her underwear. "Will you, please?" Chrissy begged.

Y/N laughed at the girl, shaking her head as she cupped Chrissy's jaw. "I didn't mean it."

Chrissy felt like she could cry. She was so turned on, so desperate, and she felt stuck. She wasn't sure what the right answer was.

"I'm sorry. Please, I want to be good." Chrissy pleaded, slowly dropping down to her knees as she looked up through her eyelashes.

"Yeah? Tell me, did he make a move on you?" Y/N asked, her touch returning to Chrissy's jaw. Holding her head in place.

"Um yes ma'am, he asked me out on a date." Chrissy squeaked out. Trying to keep her breath steady when Y/N's touch squeezed her jaw.

Y/N smirked, a chuckle leaving her lips. "Not surprised, where to? Where did he think he was going to take my pretty girl to?"

"Movies." Chrissy replied, keeping it short and straight to the point.

Y/N felt the jealousy burning through her veins. Imagines of Eddie's slimy hands working their way under Chrissy's skirt in a dark theater. She knew exactly what Eddie wanted.

"Strip and get on the bed " Y/N demanded. Stepping back to give the girl space to stand.

Chrissy nodded immediately, rising to her feet and yanking off her cheerleading uniform. Hickeys from past nights lingered around her upper thighs. Y/N licked her lips as Chrissy removed her bra, her small tits bare to the cold air. Her nipples hardened immediately. Chrissy took off her underwear, walking past her girlfriend as she made it to the bed.

"Such a good girl. Lay on your back and show me your pretty pussy." Y/N ordered, feeling herself grow aroused as Chrissy's legs spread open. Wetness sliding down on to the sheets below.

Chrissy felt shy underneath her girlfriend's stare but knew better than to hide herself away. Allowing Y/N to soak her in.

She watched as Y/N reached under her bed, grabbing out Chrissy's favorite strap. Chrissy clenched at the sight of it. Always loving the way Y/N fucked her with her cock.

Y/N removed her clothes, standing naked as she called Chrissy up with her finger. "You want my cock? Get it ready."

Chrissy nodded, sitting up and putting the strap on her girlfriend. Pressing soft kisses to her stomach as she strapped it on Y/N.

Leaning back once it was on. Watching as Y/N lubed up her cock, Chrissy could feel herself throbbing.

"God you are so fucking hot." Chrissy purred.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty pussy." Y/N practically growled, Chrissy barely had time to react before the tip of Y/N's cock was sliding into her.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking big." Chrissy whined. She could feel her walls stretching open to take in her girlfriend's cock.

"Way bigger than that freak will ever be." Y/N said, using her hands to hold on to Chrissy's hips, pushing herself fully into Chrissy's cunt.

Chrissy screamed as Y/N didn't bother to be gentle. The second her cock was fully in, she was sliding it back out. Just to pound into Chrissy all over again. A fast pace, hitting every part of Chrissy's cunt, and hitting it hard.

"I...fuck...I" Chrissy tried to speak but everything came out in broken moans. Y/N would never admit it, but Chrissy knew she loved claiming her more than anything. Something Y/N couldn't ever do unless it was within an empty room. Whenever she had the chance to remind Chrissy exactly why Y/N will always be the best Chrissy has ever had, she proved her point until Chrissy was sore and her cunt was used until it quit.

"Should I go slower so you can get your pathetic words out?" Y/N teased, changing her pace to go slower. Sliding in and out of Chrissy's cunt, her wetness covered Y/N' cock. Y/N could see how wet her cock was when she pulled out, leaving just the tip in.

"No, no. Alllllll." Chrissy moaned, trying to push her hips to take in Y/N's cock.

"But you can't even speak. How embarrassing for you. I slow down to help you out but all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock. Chrissy felt embarrassed by Y/N's words but she couldn't deny how close she was just from the words alone.

Y/N took pity on her, pushing her hips against Chrissy's and burying her cock all the way in. "I know exactly why he wanted to go to a movie theater."

Chrissy could hear her girlfriend's voice, but her brain wasn't comprehending any of it. Just the sound waves hitting her ears. The feeling of Y/N's cock deep in her, and the slow circles Y/N began to rub on her clit. She was seeing stars, shapes, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not.

"Bet he wanted it to be nice and dark," Chrissy gasped as Y/N did one hard thrust. "So no one could see when his hand slipped up your thigh," another hard thrust. The circles on Chrissy's clit went faster. "I bet he'd tease your slutty hole, tease those pretty lips before using one finger to feel how wet you are." Another hard thrust, the orgasm was building in Chrissy's stomach.

"Probably thinks he'd know just how to finger you, hit the right spot," she grunted, hitting the exact spot that made Chrissy scream. "Like that? He would think it would be so easy to make you fall apart. He doesn't know anything."

"Close." Chrissy managed to get out. Her fingers scratching down Y/N's back. Hooking her legs together around Y/N's waist, keeping her locked against her.

"Yeah? You gonna be my good girl and cum? Soak my cock? Isn't this so much better than being with him?" Y/N mocked, her tone was harsh and demanding, something Chrissy loved hearing. Loved being put in her place, loved being fucked when she was wrong.

"God, yes! So.... much better. Love... when ....shit shit...you fuck me." Chrissy panted. Y/N admired the way Chrissy's tits bounced with every thrust. The way her mouth opened when Y/N pinched her clit. The way Chrissy's hand moved down their bodies, her fingertips holding herself open as Y/N pounded into her.

Y/N rubbed Chrissy's clit faster, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Using her free hand to trail up to Chrissy's neck. Wrapping her hand around her throat, the vibrations of Chrissy's moans hitting her hand.

"Cum for me." Y/N demanded, tightening her grip on Chrissy's throat, rubbing her clit as fast as she could while keeping it in a rhythm. Chrissy squeaked as she rocked her hips into Y/N. Moaning and screaming as she felt herself clench around Y/N's cock.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuckkkkk" Chrissy panted as she came. Squirting all over Y/N's cock and fingers. Soaking the sheets below. Feeling her own body being covered in herself. Her skin turned red, knowing the mess she made.

"Oh look at that." Y/N teased, slowly removing her cock, using the tip to collect more of the mess Chrissy made and pushing it back in. She loved the way Chrissy's cunt kept trying to push her back out.

"Such a mess you made. Making a mess of my cock, of my sheets, and even yourself." Y/N continued to tease. Removing the strap completely, stepping back to take Chrissy's used body melting into the sheets.

No man had anything on her.

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succubusmunson · 2 years

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Girls Like Girls

Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's hard to keep to yourself when your crush is straddling you

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, mutual pining, suggestive themes, kissing, making out

WC: 1.4K

(First time writing for chrissy, hope you enjoy!)

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Chrissy was your best friend, the best girl in your life. You two did absolutely everything together, you were inseparable. The feelings you had for her came out of the blue. You always thought it was just a silly little schoolgirl crush, but the more you looked at her, the more you realized that oh my god, I’m in love with you. How could you not be in love with someone like her? Everything about her was absolutely perfect. From the way she looked all the way to how caring she was for others. You loved the way her ponytail would bounce when she would full-body laugh, how she would always hum her favorite songs, or how she accepted you for who you were.

You never really knew if the feelings were mutual, always assuming that they weren’t. Especially since she had just broken up with Jason. You never wanted to ask and then be rejected. Losing Chrissy as a crush was okay, but to lose her as your best friend? That was something that couldn't happen, you wouldn’t allow it.

What you didn’t know was that Chrissy felt the same exact way, maybe even more than you did. She saw you in a different light than others did. You always had this bright smile on your face and she thought that maybe, just maybe, she was the reason for it. Even if she wasn’t the reason, she still had this hope.

Chrissy laughed from across the room and it was only then that you noticed that she caught you staring at her. “What are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?”

Your whole body wanted to just scream YOU, but you held it down and just brushed it off. “Ya know, just stuff.”

She didn’t buy that for one minute. Chrissy was always able to see through your walls. “Oh, c’mon, it couldn’t be that bad.” She put her makeup brushes down and turned toward you, her smile wide. “You know I won’t judge you.”

Yeah, let me just confess my feelings for you, Chrissy. I’m sure you wouldn’t be weirded out at all.

Not knowing what to exactly say, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. “I want you to do my makeup.” Out of all the things you could’ve said, it just had to be that one. You never wore makeup and suddenly you were showing an interest? Chrissy was going to pry at you now.

“Really?” Chrissy looked at you with her eyes all big and you almost lost your breath at how beautiful she was in that moment, in every moment. You nodded your head and she was making her way over to you with her makeup bag in your hand. “I never thought you would ask!”

Instead of prying, she did what you least expected. She gently laid your back against her pillows and straddled your waist. If you weren’t dead yet, you’re sure you would be soon. This position was very intimate and you don’t know if you would be able to control anything coming out of your mouth when she’s on you like this.

Chrissy leaned down, her face now just inches from yours. Were you still breathing? Were you in heaven? “Earth to, (Y/N). Did you hear what I asked?”

“Uh - I didn’t,” oh god, you were so nervous at how close she was. “What did you ask?”

She leaned back up and you consciously thanked god that she did. “I asked how you wanted your makeup. Do you want it like mine or something different?”

“Yours, I want it like yours.” You blurted your answer just as she finished asking you the question. Maybe it was a bit too fast, but her makeup always looked so good.

Your eyes scanned down her body as Chrissy started to run the makeup brushes over your face. Her cheerleading skirt was hiked up and you noticed your heart beating faster than it ever had. You tried to calm down, and catch your breath. You didn’t want to scare her off.

On the other hand, Chrissy was also trying to contain herself. She wanted to lean down and plant kisses all across your face until stopping at your lips. Oh, your lips. Just so perfect and soft. Chrissy wanted to claim them, claim you as hers.

When you noticed Chrissy staring down at you blushed. You didn’t know if she noticed though (she did) with the makeup covering your face.

Chrissy seemed to be really enjoying doing your makeup. Her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration and her eyes darting across your face to make sure everything was even. She always begged to do your makeup and now that you finally let her, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

Suddenly, the two of you made eye contact and as cliché, as it sounded, it was like the world around you stopped moving. You would never get over how beautiful her blue eyes were, you could literally swim in them. Just everything about her was so goddamn flawless.

Your body was moving before your brain could even process what you were doing, your lips were being pressed to hers. Was this happening right now? You expected Chrissy to pull away or push you away, but neither of those happened. Instead, she pressed into you more, her arms coming to hang around your neck loosely. You pushed the boundaries a little and held onto her hips, causing Chrissy to sigh into the kiss.

You pulled away and the nervous rambling started. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean - that wasn’t supposed to happen. If we could just never talk -

Chrissy cut you off with another kiss and all of your muscles relaxed. When did you become so tense? Her lips were just as soft as you imagined them to be. They molded together with yours perfectly, like you were made for each other. Her tongue lightly ran across your bottom lip and you slightly opened your mouth for her, both of your tongues now running across each other. A kiss is one thing, but a make-out? Are you sure you weren’t dead and in heaven now?

This time it was Chrissy’s turn to pull away and she giggled at the goofy smile plastered on your blushing face. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

She wanted to do that? There’s no way. “R-really? I never thought you liked,” you motioned to yourself, “girls or even me.”

“I’ve liked you for a while now. I tried not to, but I just, I couldn’t help myself.” Chrissy now was the one with a goofy smile on her face. “It’s hard to not like you.”

You sat up, now at eye level with her. “Hard not to like me? Have you seen yourself?” A deep blush spread across Chrissy’s face and you cupped her cheeks. “I’ve liked you for so long.. maybe even loved you.” You whispered the last part, internally hoping that she didn’t hear it, but hoped failed you this time.

“You love me?” Chrissy’s eyes got brighter and her smile got bigger if that was even possible. You didn’t expect her to react like this at all. “I feel the same way, I always have.” She played with the hem of your shirt out of nervousness. “I was so scared that you never felt the same way, but now that I know,” she let go of your shoulder and grabbed at your hands, interlocking your fingers, “I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”

This was all happening so quickly and you’re not sure how you got into the position you were in, but you were loving every minute of it. Sure, your heart was skipping beats, but you’ll live.

“So, now what?” You read Chrissy’s face for any type of answer but all she did was rest her forehead against yours.

“We go on a date and not a friendly one either.” She pulled you closer to her, your body now pressed right against hers. “We hold hands and do all that mushy and cheesy stuff we see in romantic movies.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around her, “as long as it’s with you, I don’t care what we do.”

“Girlfriends.” Chrissy quietly whispered, mostly to herself but you caught on.

You got lucky this time, but a part of you wasn’t shocked. Chrissy had always been accepting of you and what came with you. And now that you got to call her your girlfriend? You were even luckier.

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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I need more best friend Chrissy for my soul 🥺

Hiii babes!! Well I hope this makes your soul happy lol enjoy some more bff Chrissy talking with you about you’re new relationship with Eddie!💖

*You and Chrissy talk about everything…including Eddie’s hair care routine*

“Do I have to schedule our movie nights like a month in advance now?” “Don’t be so dramatic Chrissy you know I’d drop Eddie’s ass like a hot potato if you called and needed me.” “I’m going to test that out one day.” “I’d appreciate it if you did it on a Thursday night…maybe like…six or seven?” “What happens on Thursdays that you wouldn’t mind skipping out on?” “Band practice…” “I thought you said Eddie was great on the guitar? Something about his skilled fingers?” “I mean yeah the man has great…fingering skills..but-” “i don’t need to hear anything else about it please spare me the details.” “Like I was saying…half the time it’s practice but then mostly it’s like a mini hellfire meeting and I just wouldn’t mind missing a few practices here and there…” “why don’t you just go home if you don’t wanna watch him practice?” “Because I like to look at him…” “you’re so in love it’s gross.” “I know…I’ve got it bad…”

“He put a chapstick in every single one of my purses because he doesn’t want my lips to get cracked and gross since it’s starting to get cold outside…” “marry him.” “That’s not like…normal boyfriend behavior is it?” “I mean…neither of us have the best track record with who we’ve dated so I feel like Eddie is normal we just aren’t used to it?” “He got up early this morning and made me coffee and packed a lunch for me to take to work…I don’t know how to handle how nice he is sometimes.” “That’s understandable and he knows you’re history with men so…just let him love you the way you deserve.” “That’s the thing though…I don’t feel like I deserve him? Like he deserves someone so much better than me.” “We aren’t going down this road okay babes? You deserve to be treated like a fucking Queen and Edward Munson knows that…it’s why he treats you the way he does and there’s no getting better than you. You’re a fucking catch.” “You’re just saying that because you’re my bestfriend Chrissy.” “No as your bestfriend I’m the one who tells you the truth and that’s the truth…you deserve Eddie and he deserves you.” “If you say so..” “now the important question is…what did he pack you for lunch?”

“You’re fucking with me.” “I swear he doesn’t brush it.” “What’s he do then? Just run his fingers through it?” “He gets out of the shower and towels it for a few seconds and then shakes his head and that’s it.” “I don’t believe you.” “Chrissy I swear that’s how the man does his hair…trust me the first time I saw him do it I died a little inside.” “So…he’s never brushed it?” “He brushes it when it’s dry…” “no…no…why do you let him do that?” “His hair is his thing…I’ve tried to get him to let me show him how to properly deal with his curly hair but he refuses.” “He needs a hair intervention.” “The most he will do is let me put a conditioning mask on it but even then he only has the patience to leave it on for five minutes.” “He’s so annoying.” “He really is…thank god he’s cute.”

“He told me he loved me.” “Oh my god shut up.” “He said it like it was the most natural shit he could ever say and I just stood there in the middle of the frozen section of the mini mart like an idiot.” “He said it in the frozen food section? Is that like..a special place for you two?” “No…he grabbed my favorite ice cream and said and I quote..you may have questionable taste in ice cream flavors but I still love you….” “Uh everyone loves cookies and cream? He’s the weird one in this situation.” “Right? Like he likes rocky road…that shits gross.” “So…did you say it back?” “I did…I kinda shouted it because I was worried I had paused for too long and didn’t want him to take it back so yeah I just kinda yelled it at him…” “i mean it’s better than not saying it back?” “I agree and he only laughed for like a few seconds before he kissed me.” “In the middle of the frozen section of the mini mart?” “I mean the man told me he loved me I couldn’t like not let him kiss me?” “That’s true…” “so I guess…the ice cream section is kinda a special spot for us now?” “You two are the oddest couple I’ve ever met…”

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eds6ngel · 12 days

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living on a farm with chrissy !! ໒꒰ྀི ₍ᐢ･⚇･ᐢ₎꒱ྀི১

frilly socks. tending to the animals. going on strawberry picking dates. riding horses together. having a ton of picnics. bike rides in meadows. swinging on the outdoor porch. watering the flowers. picking corn. making home-grown meals. planting crops. milking the cows. feeding the goats. hanging the laundry in the summer breeze. wearing as many bows and sundresses as possible <3

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sofiiel · 6 months

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Autumn with Chrissy is....

🍁 Collect leaves to press in books.

🍁 Organizing matching costumes for halloween.

🍁 Dates to local sports games and watching people play baseball in the park.

🍁 Playfully chasing each other through the woods, tripping and rolling down the hill into a pile of leaves and just laughing your little hearts out.

🍁 Chrissy stealing your jackets, sweaters and sweats to wear or knock around in.

🍁 Her shuffling around happily in your bathrobe and a nice hot cup of cinnamon tea.

🍁 Her inviting way too many people over for Thanksgiving, but she gives you this little pout that you can't say no to.

🍁 Walking hand in hand down the block looking at everyone's Halloween decorations.

🍁 Dancing until your feet hurt at the Halloween party.

🍁 Getting coffee to go and going on a window shopping date to look at all the new fall fashion.

🍁 Making each other matching necklaces out of acorn tops.

🍁 Whisking her away from her vile mother for the holidays.

🍁 Her helping herself to your jacket while you're still wearing it, she just tried to button or zip herself up in it with you.

🍁 Sleepy snuggles under a blanket while you play with her hair, and she listens to your heartbeat.

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Chrissy Cunningham

Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Henderson Fem!Reader

Warning: Cheating, Idiots to Lovers.

Chrissy stood in front of your bedroom mirror, wearing the black jean jacket that you always had on, running her hands down the sleeves and tracing the sewed-on heavy metal patches.

It was loose around her slim body and hung over her cheer uniform. Your soft scent was across the fabric, and inside she hoped that if she wore it long enough, it would make her cheer uniform smell like you.

Her wearing your metal head jacket made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It looks like the two of you were together, and she loved the idea of being yours.

“What do you think?” Chrissy asked with a smile and gave a little twirl as you glanced up from your notebook and gazed at her.

“You look cute, Chris. I like when you wear my clothes.” You said flirtatiously, making her blush from your words. “Thanks.”

Chrissy Cunningham was your best friend and your crush for several years. It was like an instinctive nature to become flirty whenever you were around this dream girl, who you’ve been completely smitten by throughout high school. But you never expected her to like you since she was in a relationship.

She was with the star basketball player of Hawkins, Jason Carver. He was an athlete and born into wealth. Why would the most popular and prettiest girl in Hawkins have a thing for Y/n Henderson, just a metalhead tomboy who only ever hung out with Dustin, your little brother, and Steve Harrington?

You watched as Chrissy reached down and grabbed something from her pink backpack. “Hey, y/nnn?”

“Mh?” You hummed, looking back down at your notebook, and continued writing.

“I know you don't wear makeup but…” She paused before revealing the mini pallet and a small make-up brush from behind her back, the ones she used to apply her blush and baby blue eyeshadow. “I was wondering if I could do your eyes?”

She gave you the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen and puckered her bottom lip out, “Pleaseeeee?”

You set your notebook aside and softly smiled at her, “Fine, I’ll let you do my make-up.”

Make-up wasn’t really your thing, but if that meant getting closer to Chrissy Cunningham, you’d do anything.

Chrissy grinned, crawling up your mattress and sitting beside you, showing you the four bright shades you could choose from in the mini Maybelline pallet, green, blue, yellow, and pink. “What color do you want for your eyeshadow?”

“Surprise me, sweet thing.”

She picked up her brush that sat on her lap, already knowing the perfect shadow to use, “Lay back for me,”

You did as requested and moved back against the mattress, watching from below as Chrissy swung her thigh around your waist and straddled you.

Your face flushed as she adjusted her green skirt across your stomach so her little white panties weren't quite out and exposed. “Uh- w-what are you doing?”

“Getting more comfortable,” Chrissy responded, with that innocent tone in her voice, but she knew what she was doing when she nestled her ass in your lap.

She took the pallet in one hand and sank her fluffy brush onto the shadow. “Close your eyes.”

You slowly shut your eyes feeling her lean down, positioning her elbows on either side of your head. She concentrated as she gently swiped the brush across your eyelid and applied the bright shade.

Your faces were inches from each other, and the feel of her warm breath fanned against your lips while she hovered over you.

Your fingers anxiously drummed against your chest as you quietly laid under her, mind filled with lustful thoughts. Chrissy’s free hand intertwined with yours and moved it down, placing your open hand on her upper thigh that was straddling you, causing you to look down and ogle the sight.

“Hey, eyes closed, I’m not finished.”

You slowly closed your eyes and felt her switch sides. You laid there, admiring the feeling of your hand holding such an intimate place that you’ve spent many nights dreaming about and staring at from afar. You got completely lost in the moment before her soft voice broke your train of thought and told you she was finished.

Your lashes fluttered open as you gazed into her big blue eyes, watching her lean in and close the gap between your mouths.

Your eyes widened as your hand squeezed her plush thigh in surprise. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

You reached your hand up and held her cheek as you began kissing her back.

Chrissy’s lips were soft and even more perfect than you imagined as they moved against yours. Her sweet-tasting cherry chapstick transferred on your lips, turning them red. She pulled away and gazed down at you, “I’ve been waiting so long to do that.”

You were star-stuck. You couldn’t believe you just kissed Jason Carver’s girlfriend, and it felt fucking amazing.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, pretty girl? I don't bite.” You smirked and gently gripped her thigh causing her cheeks to turn redder than they already were, “Chrissy, you know I’ve liked you since the tenth grade, right?”

“Tenth?” She whispered shockingly, watching you nod, “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” Chrissy playfully pouted and intertwined her fingers with yours.

“I could have been kissing you long before this?” You softly giggled at how adorable she was as she leaned in, catching your lips for a quick kiss before crawling off you and pulling you up off the mattress, taking you over to your mirror so you could look at your makeup.

You looked back at your reflection. Green shadow colored your eyelids and matched Chrissy’s Hawkin’s cheer uniform so perfectly.

“I thought it would be cute if we're matching for my cheer practice.” She cutely held the cuff of your jacket that she wore and leaned into your side as you snaked an arm around her waist.

“I love it, sweetheart. Thank you!”

“But, speaking of practice, it looks like that's going to start pretty soon. Shall we get going, Sweet thing?”

“Yes, please!” Chrissy reached around and grabbed her pom-poms from your table while you threw her pink backpack over your shoulder and held it for her. She sweetly smiled at you and took your hand in hers before leading the two of you out of your bedroom.

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lemon-boy-stan · 2 years

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“GETAWAY CAR”

summary: chrissy finally ditches her boyfriend jason. yn and chrissy make out in her car. genre: fluff, bit of smut. warnings: swearing, make out scene. pairing: chrissy cunningham x fem!reader. an: based on the song getaway car by taylor swift. even though this is a chrissy x reader, chrissy and eddie deserved the world.

The hot summer sun blew through the open window of Chrissy’s green bug. It wasn’t the kind of green on the Hawkins uniform, it was a brighter green, a leafier green.

Chrissy’s indie mixtape blared through the car as it squealed along the empty streets. Jason’s car was chasing hers, but neither of you cared. You slid open the rooftop hatch, throwing your arms in the air, chucking an empty soda behind you.

The car made a dent in Jason’s car. Chrissy shrieked loudly with laughter, “holy shit!” one arm on the wheel and the other in the air, her laugh infecting yours as you slapped your hand on the leather dash, “go, go, go!” imagining Jason’s face just made you laugh even more.

Chrissy was still speeding as Jason gave up, turning around. You could hear him yelling out the window, “you fucking bitches!” but neither of you cared. Maybe it was the heat that was making you delirious, but you were both crying with laughter by the time Chrissy pulled over on the road near Lover’s Lake.

You fell back against the leather seats of Chrissy’s bug, laughter evaporating into shriek-like breaths before finally calming down. It was the same time Chrissy calmed.

It was silent for a while, with nothing but her indie mixtape playing softly in the background. And then Chrissy spoke airily, eyes shining. “I love you,” the words were a soft whisper. You smiled into her shiny green eyes, “I love you too.”

And you were sure that this time it was definitely the sun, the sun that made you pull her impeccably close, the sun that melted your lips into hers with a kiss. And it was still the sun, still the sun as you lifted up her shirt and she tore your dress over your head and your bodies tangled in the hot summer afternoon.

Chrissy’s sounds were angelic. Fucking angelic. Angelic, you knew, as you placed soft kisses down her neck, sighing deeply into her skin, “how’d you get to be so pretty, Chris?” and Chrissy shrugged, giggling softly. “I dunno. Guess I tot the looks from my daddy.”

And you snorted at her words, “oh yeah. It was definitely your dad. Your mum’s an ugly-ass bitch. Don’t believe a word she says, okay, Chris? Don’t you ever fucking believe it.”

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 7 months

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Dating Chrissy Cunningham would include...

Planning ways to make her laugh,

knowing her better than anyone else,

showing up at all times of night to look after her,

going to pep rallies and basketball games just to see her,

cuddling her close when she's sad,

helping her through her trauma,

talking to her until she falls asleep on the phone,

holding hands wherever you go,

her being the little spoon,

Feeling a sense of pride that she's on your arm,

avoiding parties because you'd rather be alone,

Encouraging her to follow what she wants to do,

her encouraging you just as much,

soft sweet kisses,

passing notes to each other covered in love hearts,

your parents adopting her cause she's adorable,

Stroking her head and comforting her,

being the only person who can convince her she's perfect,

study dates,

Hiding her behind pillows when you watch horror movies,

and telling her when it's okay to look again,

listening to her talk about cheer routines,

neither of you pushing the other too fast,

being just an adorable couple.

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littlesadsailor · 1 year

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Dating chrissy cunningham <3

i cant stop myself from making more chrissy boards i just love her

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Chrissy Cunningham - SFW Alphabet

A/N: my beloved darling Chrissy! honestly writing this made me low-key sad because she’s just so friggin’ cute and I genuinely love her so much and ugh she just deserved the absolute world, precious babygirl! I hope you guys like this! <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Chrissy is very affectionate with her partner. She likes to hold hands constantly. Sit so close to you your knees / thighs are touching. She loves to be hugged as frequently as possible. She also loves to give you cheek kisses at any given point throughout the day. I also think one of her ways of showing affection is gift giving. She’s frequently buying you small gifts to show her love for you. She also loves to give head scratches and massages, she finds a kind of peace and comfort in doing it, and hey you’re not complaining. One of her favourite ways of receiving affection is words of affirmation. I think Chrissy is quite insecure and she needs the reminder and confirmation of how much you love her.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She is the best best friend ever! She’s so cute and so fun to be around, that is once she’s comfortable around you and has come out of her shell a bit more. She loves to have sleepovers, go shopping at the mall, have beauty and pamper nights in, go to the cinema, rollerblading, all those classic lil friendship dates! I imagine the friendship would’ve started at school, like you guys ended up sitting next to each other in a few different classes and you just kinda clicked. She was a bit shy and awkward at first but as you got to know her you got to see just how cute and adorable and fun she really is and after that you were just instant besties!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Chrissy loves to cuddle! It takes a while for her to physically affectionate and open with you because she’s quite insecure about her body and such. But, once she is comfortable with you, she’ll wanna snuggle as often as possible. She likes to be in your lap and have your arms wrapped around her, basically enveloping her into your chest, like you could protect her from the world. She’s also definitely always the little spoon, she loves how safe and cozy it makes her feel.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She absolutely does want to settle down almost as soon as possible. She wants nothing more than that cute domestic bliss of living in her own place with her partner, having a place she can call home with the love of her life. And I think she’s amazing at cooking and cleaning. I think she’s really good about keeping on top of everything so there’s never much cleaning to do in one go because she basically always cleans as she goes along. She’s also very good about keeping the house incredibly neat, tidy, and organised; she doesn’t like mess or chaos.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If she had to end the relationship for whatever reason I think she would write down all of her feelings into a letter. She’d pour her heart and soul out onto the page, letting her pen speak for her because she can’t bring herself to say it out loud herself. She would give you the letter with a squeaky apology because she just can’t get her voice under control to actually talk it out with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I feel like once she’s in a relationship and she feels comfortable Chrissy is committed. She loves you and she genuinely does just want to spend the rest of her life with you, and she can’t wait for that rest of her life with you to begin! I feel like she’s the type who would want to get married as soon as, even if she is still quite young. She loves you and she knows she loves you and she just can’t picture a life / future with you not in it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Most of the time she is gentle, like very very gentle. The only time she’s not soft and gentle is when she’s squeezing you in one of her tight hugs which she saves only for you. She’s also super gentle emotionally speaking. She can get upset really easily on account of her anxiety. Even just using the wrong tone of voice with her accidentally can set her off spiralling. She’s very fragile and sensitive with her emotions and she needs a lot of reassurance. But she’s also great in the sense that’s so gentle and sweet when it comes to listening to you talk about your issues; she’s always so incredibly sweet and kind and understanding.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Chrissy loves hugs, she loves it when you hug her the most, just wrapping your arms around her body and holding her close. I think Chrissy would be quite needy with simple physical affection like this, she always likes to be snuggled close to you as much as possible. When she hugs you she squeezes so incredibly hard, harder than you’d think possible for someone as small as her. But she’s only like this with you, only puts her everything into her hug when it’s with you. When it comes to other people like her friends or whatever she’s very reserved and doesn’t like to hug them properly. I think she’s very particular about physical touch when it comes to other people, it’s really only you that she gets touchy with because she feels so completely comfortable with you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I think because she’s a lil insecure it would actually take Chrissy a fair amount of time to actually admit that she’s in love with you. She knows she loves you, she’s absolutely head over heels for you, and has been for ages. But she’s always just so self conscious and insecure that you don’t feel quite as strongly back about her. So she only admits her feelings and says ‘I love you’ after you’ve already told her first. But then, after that first time, she usually won’t miss an opportunity to tell it to you again and again.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Chrissy can get jealous but it doesn’t come from a place of possession, it comes from a place of insecurity. She’s constantly second guessing and doubting herself and often worries that you’ll leave her for someone ‘better’. So when she’s jealous she just gets very quiet and reserved because she’s busy overthinking in her head. It just means you have to spend some time reassuring her how much you love her and giving her plenty of words of affirmation because she definitely needs it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Chrissy’s kisses are always very soft and tender, gentle and searching. No matter how many times you’ve kissed her almost every time feels just like the first, her lips tentatively exploring yours. I also imagine she’s constantly applying lip gloss / balm so tends to taste like a different flavour almost every day. And you absolutely love exploring her lips and trying to guess today’s flavour.

L = Love language (Pretty self explanatory, what is their love language?)

Her two main loves languages towards you are physical affection and gift giving. However, her favourite love language to receive, as I said earlier, is words of affirmation and reassurance.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Chrissy likes to get up early. She’ll get up, do a quick work out or go for a short run, then shower and do her morning skin and hair care routines before doing her makeup and getting dressed for the day. She always eats some kind of fruit for breakfast and drinks at least one glass of water to start her day off. She’s very particular about this routine and she almost never strays from it. Even if she has nothing to actually do for the day she’ll still get up and do this whole routine, even if she is only returning to your side in bed afterwards. So most of your morning is spent just watching her as she goes about with her routine. Maybe sometimes you go running with her if you feel up to it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It depends! Some nights you go out together on cute lil dates to the cinema or rollerblading etc. Some nights both you and her get dragged to the popular guys’ parties, but you both tend to dip out early or as quickly as you can. Other nights you guys have lil pamper sessions together at home; Chrissy is big into self-care when it comes to skincare and haircare etc. So you guys will spend the evening doing face masks and hair masks and painting each other’s nails etc. She’ll give you a lil scalp massage / scratch because it’s something she just genuinely enjoys doing. Sometimes you’ll even have a bubble bath together. Then you’ll watch some cute rom-com comfort movies together because those are her favourites, all the whole she’ll be snuggled into your chest and you’ll just be stroking her back gently.

0 = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Chrissy would take a while to really open up to you. She’s really insecure about herself and the issues she struggles with so yeah it takes a lot of patience and gentle encouragement for her to really let you in and see who she really is behind her very smiley persona. But once she does open up to you she feels so unbelievably relieved because she’s never talked so openly to someone like that before and she’s just so grateful to have you in her life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s very patient and does not get angered easily. And even when she does get angry she doesn’t usually do or say anything about it, she just pushes it down. She doesn’t like to argue so she’ll go out her way to repress her anger rather than actually have to confront whatever the issue is. So when she does get outwardly angry about something you know it’s bad.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh yeah Chrissy remembers every tiny detail that you tell her. I think it might be an anxiety thing to be perfectly honest but yeah she pays attention to everything you say. To her there’s no such thing as a small, passing comment. She’ll remember you humming a casual comment about liking a necklace you saw in this store once. The next day you’ll find a lil wrapped box in your locker and inside, yep, is that lil necklace. She remembers your favourite comfort foods and movies, all of your personal lil quirks and inside jokes, she remembers it all and doesn’t hesitate to use it all to her advantage to cheer you up whenever you need it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her favourite moment is the first time you told her ‘I love you’. She’d been wanting to say it to you for so long but she was so nervous and insecure that you didn’t feel the same way about her. So when you finally plucked up the courage to say it first she was just so overcome with relief and joy and happiness and love. She was consumed with how happy she was and she’ll never forget that moment; she replays it in her head when she needs cheering up or reminding that you do indeed love her.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Chrissy is very anxious and timid so I don’t think she’d ever be too bold in being protective of you. Her way of being protective would likely be clinging onto you in some way, holding onto your arm and just letting her body be as close it can be to yours. And she likes to be protected herself in a similar way, she finds much comfort in your physical affection. But she also likes verbal protection and affirmation as well, you standing up for her and essentially saying to the world that she’s yours and yours alone; yeah she likes that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She definitely puts a lot of effort into your relationship. She likes to plan dates, spend quality time with you, give you plenty of love and attention. She goes almost over the top to spoil you with gifts on your birthday. And for your anniversaries she always has some really special night out planned. She’s great at sharing the load of everyday tasks as well; sometimes she’ll even do too much and there’s practically nothing left for you to contribute (as in like cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.) Chrissy’s usually got it all covered.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I don’t know why but I think she’d be the type to pick at her nails / cuticles when she’s nervous or anxious or stressed. Or similarly she’ll bounce her leg a lot when she’s feeling those things as well. She’ll also play with her necklace a lot, running the pendant back and forth across the chain. I think Chrissy has a lot of issues with self-esteem and anxiety and unfortunately she’s developed some bad habits / coping mechanisms because of it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Yes she is very concerned with her looks. But it’s not a vanity thing, it’s actually more of an insecurity thing. She feels so much pressure to look a certain way, especially with being a cheerleader and in the popular group. She always feels like she has eyes on her and those eyes have certain expectations of what she should look like. So yes she is very high maintenance about her appearance but sadly it comes from a place of insecurity rather than just a general want to look nice. Poor baby girl just needs someone to kiss her forehead and tell her she’s beautiful no matter what.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I don’t know if I’d say she’d feel incomplete without you but she would definitely feel your absence greatly. When she’s in a serious relationship Chrissy really does attach herself greatly to them so you being not around for whatever reason would greatly effect her. She’d definitely feel like something was missing in her life but not like she didn’t know who she was without you or anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

I think Chrissy plans her outfits for the week ahead of time, even down to what underwear she’s gonna wear on each day. She’s just extremely organised in that respect. She also coordinates her makeup and hair styles for each outfit as well. And, as I mentioned earlier, she has an array of flavoured lip balms and glosses and she picks a different one each day, also to go with whatever she’s wearing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like)

She doesn’t like mess and untidiness or anything unhygienic. Despite being in the popular group I don’t think she likes to actually goes to parties and stuff too often. Usually she’s only there because she feels like she has to be because that’s what her group of people do and expect her to do. But secretly I think she much prefers quiet nights in, or nights out spent with just you and not that crowd of jocks and preps.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

She has a super extensive skin care routine that she does every single night before bed without fail. And I think she probably sleeps with her hair tucked into a silk wrap so it doesn’t get messy and frizzy. She likes to be bundled like a burrito in blankets, even in the middle of summer. She’s always snuggled in the covers. And honestly she’s so cute you can’t even get mad at her when she completely steals the blanket.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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You asked for Chrissy requests because you miss her, and I miss her too!

So can I request fluff prompts 7 “You’re the only person I want to spend my life with” and 30 "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to the whole proposing thing." Where the reader was the one who originally was going to propose? Thank you!

I'm so glad you're writing Chrissy, there is such a lack of content for her and your writing is wonderful <3

Thank you for requesting her and thank you for the compliment! Enjoy the fluff for our girl

Chrissy and Y/N met in college, easily becoming friends during a chemistry lab. Chrissy mixed together the wrong liquids and set off a small explosion. But the explosion in her heart, when Y/N raced over to help clean up the mess, was a lot bigger.

Newly single, after she dumped Jason as she left for college, Chrissy found herself looking over into Y/N's direction a lot. And apparently not subtle about it either, as Y/N giggled at her every day and sent a flirty wave.

Then they became partners for a huge project, spending most of the semester in each other's dorms. After that they became really good friends.

Chrissy craved more so she decided for once in her life she'd be confident and make the first move.

During a party at the end of the semester, Chrissy asked Y/N to go with her. And towards the end of it, Chrissy went in for the kiss. And to her surprise Y/N kissed her back, and hard.

When she woke in Y/N's bed naked and in her arms, she didn't regret a single thing.

And now four years later they graduated, hand in hand, girlfriend and girlfriend.

Dating Y/N and falling in love with her for the past four years has been the best part of Chrissy's life. She never knew she could feel so desired, wanted, and loved.

Which is why she knew she wanted to marry her.

She already found the ring. Randomly as she walked through the mall, her only friend left from high school, Eddie Munson by her side.

"wait you want to propose to her?" Eddie asked as he watched Chrissy's eyes looking over rings.

"yes. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

Y/N has been wanting to propose to her girlfriend for months. She loved Chrissy more than she has loved anyone in her life. She wanted to be hers forever and soon.

She's been searching for a ring but couldn't find the one.

She refused to propose without the perfect ring.

Chrissy was seconds away from crying in the jewelry store. She could not find the perfect ring. Every single one Eddie pointed to she hated.

"Eddie god your taste is so bad!" She groaned frustrated.

"don't be mean to me because you are searching for a ring that does not exist" he said sternly. Scolding her like a father would.

Another month passed and she found it. The perfect ring for Y/N. The second she saw it she knew it was the one.

Now she had to plan the actual proposal.

Y/N had no idea why her girlfriend was volunteering at their old college and why she needed her help.

It was supposed to be date night. So Y/N dressed for THAT. She dressed in a formal dress, hair done to perfection, make up done the exact way Chrissy liked it. And walking in heels. But then she got a call, Chrissy was stuck at the college and couldn't get out of the door.

"I think something is blocking it. I'm so sorry for making us late, could you come get me out love?"

Not sure why she even asked, Chrissy could get anything she wanted with Y/N. Y/N could never say no to her girlfriend's beautiful face. All she ever wanted to do was make her happy and smile.

So now she stands in her old college walking to the chemistry lab. Smiling to herself as she reached the door. Deja vu hit her. A few years ago she walked through these exact doors and met the girl of her dreams.

"baby?" She called out loud. The door wasn't blocked at all. In fact, it opened perfectly fine.

As she walked in, she froze in her spot. The chemistry lab looked the same, but at the very table they met at, was Chrissy with a huge smile on her face. Dressed beautifully in a green dress. Hair down and curled. The room was dark but lit up with fairy lights and candles.

"what's going on?" Y/N asked as she let out a nervous laugh, now walking closer to Chrissy

"I wanted to ask you something but wanted to do it in the place I first ever fell in love with you." Chrissy smiled

Y/N felt nerves kicking in. Was she going to propose? Or what was this?

Her questions were answered when Chrissy in fact got down on one knee, the slit in her long dress showed her knee.

"Chrissy oh my god" Y/N gasped out. Holding her hands over her mouth, tears already working their way down

"you're the only person I want to spend my life with. I love you more every day and I want to love you forever. Will you marry me?"

"are you kidding me?" Y/N scoffed, a small smile behind her lips.

Chrissy's smile fell.

"`what?" She squeaked out. Now anxious that this wasn't the right time in their life for this.

"I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to the whole proposing thing!" Y/N whined, stomping her heel into the floor

Chrissy laughed in relief that her girlfriend did want this.

"well I asked first so" Chrissy said sticking out her tongue

"I'll answer first then, I will of course marry you"

The girls giggled together, tears falling down faster as Chrissy stood up. Grabbing the ring from the table and placing it on Y/N's finger. Smiling at how beautiful the ring looked on her.

"just when I do this in about a month on that surprise vacation in Greece I got for us, you have to say yes." Y/N warned, her finger bopping Chrissy's nose

"gladly"

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tommiruewrites · 1 year

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hiiii, could you write something for fem skater!reader x chrissy cunningham? i don't see a lot of people writing for her... if not thats okay, i don't want to pressure you!! tysm :))))

FALL FOR YOU - C.C.

word count: 0.4k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: awful title (its kinda funny), one curse word, i dont skate so this might be a little off, i think thats it but lmk if i missed smth

a/n: sorry, this is super short, i just thought it was a cute little idea. not my best writing unfortunately so i apologize. ty for the req <3

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

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"Alright, now just bend your legs a little."

You instruct the blonde who's wobbling around on your skateboard in front of you. She bends her previously stiff legs like you suggested, but her arms stay locked out in front of her to hold your hands.

"Perfect." You smile at her, but her gaze is on the ground, "You ready to try moving?"

Chrissy's eyes go wide at the suggestion, causing her to start wobbling again as she whips her head up to look at you. She had asked you during lunch if you could teach her how to skate, but so far shes only managed to stand on the board. "I don't know..."

"You're gonna be fine." You kindly reassure her, lifting one of her hands so she can see yours joined with it, "I'm gonna be right here, remember?"

She thinks for a moment, talking herself up mentally... "You won't let go?"

You shake your head, repeating, "I'll be right here."

Chrissy takes a deep breath, squeezing your hands tighter to balance herself as she kicks off the ground to push herself forward. She rolls slowly across the empty parking lot as you walk alongside her. "See? You're already doing great, Chriss!"

She smiles at that, feeling brave enough to go a little bit faster. You pick up your pace slightly to keep up with hers, still able to comfortably follow along.

"You think you're ready to try turning that corner?" You ask as you approach the end of your current section.

Chrissy wobbles a bit still, but is much more comfortable than she was a few minutes ago. She nods in response, "Yeah. How do I do it?"

You smile at her confidence, "Just lean into your heels to turn right. Yeah, just like that."

Chrissy leans back as you instructed, rounding the corner perfectly. "I'm doing it!"

"Yeah, you are!" You praise, excited to see her making such good progress, "You know, you're a very quick learner, blondie."

"Maybe I just have a really good teacher." she smiles, pulling herself back into an upright position after completing the turn.

She stabilizes herself for a moment, until all of a sudden, the adjustment feels disorienting. She wobbles and looks to you for help as she feels herself starting to fall backwards. In order to salvage it, you pull lightly on her hands to pull her back upright. You clearly pull a little harder than you meant to, as the next thing you know, you're lying on the concrete with Chrissy splayed out on top of you.

You feel her shaking, and you immediately sit up to see if she's hurt or crying. "Shit, are you okay?" Relief washes over you to find out she's not crying, she's laughing uncontrollably. She nods against your shoulder, unable to get out any words. Her giggles are contagious, and you can't help but start to laugh yourself, the both of you looking absolutely insane together in the middle of the empty high school parking lot.

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marie-swriting · 6 months

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Always Stay Together - Chrissy Cunningham

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Summary : your former best friend Chrissy helps you to get in the cheerleaders.

Warnings : mention of pressure from parents, fluff, happy endings, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.8k

French version

Song inspiration : Strawberry Blonde by chloe moriondo

Your parents next to you, you enter the Cunninghams’ garden. You hold back a sigh when you see the people you’ll have to spend the next hours with. You don’t want to be here. You did everything to not be here. However, your mother can be more stubborn than you and it’s a get-together organised by your dad’s work.

With your mom, you get closer to Laura and Chrissy Cunningham whilst your dad walks towards Philip. Seeing you coming, your mom and Chrissy’s mother greet each other with a big smile on their face while you make a face that is supposed to look smiley.

“I’m glad to have you here !” Laura exclaims.

“Thank you for inviting us. We brought you this.” your mother informs, handing the cake she bought before coming here.

“It’s very thoughtful of you. Y/N, you’ve grown so much ! I almost didn’t recognise you.” Laura laughs, showing you with her hand. “I mean, you haven’t been coming here for so long.”

‘So long’ is the appropriate way of saying ‘since the beginning of High School’. You and Chrissy are currently seniors and before that, you used to be best friends.

Though, once you got in High School, everything changed and you lost contact - especially when you started noticing you looked at her differently. You’ll never admit it out loud but you miss Chrissy - sometimes, you wonder if she misses you, too. It’s actually one of the reasons you didn’t want to come to the Cunninghams today. You knew you would have to be around your former best friend and she’d probably be the only other teenager your age - even if it wouldn’t have been the case, you would have talked to no one, but that’s a story for another day.

“School keeps me busy, you know, Mrs.Cunningham.” you try to justify.

“She always has her nose in her homework. It’s a miracle we’ve managed to keep her away from her books today.”

A miracle or rather a punishment, if someone asked your opinion.

“Chrissy told me you’ve perfectly adjusted to High School, that’s a good thing ! For some, it can be complicated to follow the rythm.” Chrissy’s mother says with a pointing look at her daughter.

“It’s true but so did Chrissy from what I know. Captain of the cheerleaders ! It’s something.” your mom compliments.

“I’m proud of it.” Chrissy confesses.

“You know, Chrissy, Y/N wishes to do more extra-curricular activities like cheerleading, you think you could help her train for the selections ?”

“Mom !”

“I’d be happy to do so, Mrs.Y/L/N.” Chrissy accepts with a smile.

“You’re lovely, Chrissy.”

At that precise moment, you’d like to run away. Not only you don’t wish to do cheerleading but you don’t want Chrissy to train you ! Joining an extracurricular activity was your mom’s idea, not yours. You’re good just like you are yet your mom wants you to be more social, more particularly since you’re not friends with Chrissy anymore. You thought having good grades would be enough for her to leave you alone, it looks like it’s not anymore.

Your mom and Chrissy’s keep talking whilst you and your former friend avoid looking at each other. Without a warning, your mothers leave you alone to greet other people. Once you’re on your own, you finally dare to look up at Chrissy. Her strawberry blond hair is set loose and curly, her make up is natural and her summer dress looks beautiful on her. Realising you’re staring at her too much, you clear your throat and try to find a way to run away.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Chrissy confesses, taking you aback.

“Really ?”

“Yeah.”

“You know, you don’t have to.” you say.

“Have to what ?”

“Act polite, accept to help me with cheerleading. I’ll make up a story to my mom so you won’t have to do it.”

“I meant it when I said I wanted to help you.”

“Why ?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“Because we were friends and I want to help.”

“Trust me when I say I’m a lost cause. You’re gonna waste your time by trying to turn me into a cheerleader.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Chrissy contradicts, determined. “We can meet next weekend at my place. You’ll see, it’ll be easy.”

‘Easy’ isn’t the word you’d use as you’re watching Chrissy’s choreography during your first training session. You stare at her turning, dancing, jumping, spinning and many other verbs with wide open eyes. You’ll never be able to get in the team. At least, your mom will finally leave you alone once you’ll get the results. Once Chrissy is done, you’re speechless.

“So ?” your former best friend questions.

“So, I will never be able to do it.”

“You will ! Plus, I just wanted to show you the choreography, we’re gonna go back to the basics. Since you’re warmed up, we’ll work on your suppleness. You’re gonna do a split.” she orders and you’re shocked.

“I beg your pardon ?”

“A split. It’s easy.”

“No, solving a math equation is easy, a split is impossible.”

“You did gymnastics.”

“Yeah, for two years when I was seven ! And only because you wanted to do it, not because I had skills. It’s actually the reason why I stopped.” you remind her.

“This and the fact you wouldn’t talk to the other girls.”

“I’ve never been the social type, you know it. You’ve always been the exception. I mean, you were the only one I got along with.” you correct yourself, embarrassed.

“Anyway, if you train a bit everyday, you’ll be able to do a split.” Chrissy resumes, avoiding your gaze for a second. “Maybe it won’t be perfect but it’s always a good thing to do. Come on, show me what you can do.”

Reluctantly, you try to do a split. You resist the growing pain in your legs and try to touch the ground a bit more when you feel yourself going backward, you stand up. You start a long speech explaining how it’s torture while Chrissy looks at you laughing.

“Don’t laugh !” you say whilst chuckling. “What did you expect ? I was only able to do it once in my whole life and it was after one year of gymnastics !”

“You can do it.” Chrissy encourages you. “Keep training on your split at home. We’ll start practising the dance now. I’ll show you the choreography again and then, it’s your turn.”

“This should be good !”

Chrissy rolls her eyes, faking annoyance at your lack of optimism before getting in position and redoing the routine. You watch her, still impressed by her movements, and you try to remember the steps. You lose track after thirty seconds - it’s better than the first time, you had lost track in less than ten seconds. You struggle to memorise the steps, not only because you’re not good at dancing but because your eyes end up admiring Chrissy instead of her dance. You look at the way her hair moves with the rhythm of her movements, the way her face crunches or the way it relaxes depending on the complicated moments, how her body moves. You’re completely mesmerised by Chrissy. Maybe your feelings for her haven’t left you, despite the years.

Once Chrissy stops moving, you need a second to understand she’s finished dancing. She informs you you’ll start with the first steps together then, it’ll be you alone. When you dance together, you manage to follow her. You're less graceful than Chrissy yet she doesn’t criticise it. The second you have to do it alone, you start to panic. At first, your dancing is okay, then comes the moment where you have to do a movement with your arms and legs you don’t understand. You try three times alone, only the humiliation of failing makes you lose your composure. Chrissy takes pity on you and helps you by coming behind you and touching your body. Surprised, you only move the members Chrissy is touching whilst the rest of your body is paralysed. Turning your head, you notice her face is - too - close to yours. You untangle yourself by taking a step backward.

“I think it’s enough for today.” Chrissy states, blushing, “Keep training on this part and on your suppleness. We’ll see the rest during the next session.”

You don’t need to be told twice so you take your stuff before leaving Chrissy’s. These training sessions will, indeed, be complicated but not for the reason you thought. You don’t know how you’ll manage to keep your feelings buried inside yourself if you spend your time admiring her and panicking when she helps you.

By some miracles, you keep your emotions in check during the following training sessions. You’re slowly improving and Chrissy is sure you’ll have the skills for the selections. Whilst she helps you, you two get to know each other again. You discuss a bit more and start talking about other matters than cheerleading.

A few weeks after your first training, when you go to Chrissy’s, you notice with a simple glance that your former best friend isn’t feeling right. Her smile is fake, she lacks energy and her encouragement isn't as enthusiastic. You don’t say anything at first, not knowing if you should ask her what’s wrong, however when she seems totally detached from reality, you stop moving and stare at her.

“What’s the matter ?” you ask and you see her tensing.

“What do you mean ?”

“You seem lost in your thoughts. Something is bothering you. Is it because of your grade in maths ? I saw your face when the teacher gave back the tests.” you admit and Chrissy sighs.

“I got a C. Again.”

“Let me guess, your mom is still pressuring you for your grades ?”

“It got worse with time. No matter how good I’m doing in other subjects or how I’m the cheerleaders captain, it’s not enough. And yet I’m trying ! It’s not my fault if I don’t understand everything.” she says, mad.

“You know, I could have helped you.”

“It’s not your problem.”

“You’re helping me with the selections, I can return the favour with maths.”

“I don’t want to-”

“Just accept my help.” you cut her off.

“Okay.”

“If you want, we can work on some exercises instead of training.”

“Just say you want to stop working out for today.” she smiles and you have a guilty face.

“I confess it’s one of the reasons. Did you tell your mom about your grade ?”

“Not yet. If you hear screams from your place tonight, you’ll know why.”

“I can stay with you, if you want. Maybe she won’t be so mean if there’s a guest.” you suggest with a compassionate smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Thanks, though.”

“If you change your mind, you can always call me.”

The same night, you’re at home, trying to study physics whilst Chrissy is on your mind. You know her mom is strict about her grades so you can only imagine what she’s going to say as soon as she’ll tell her her grade. You wish you could support her but your relationship is still fragile so you can’t really insist on supporting her.

You reread your lesson when the phone on your nightstand rings. You pick it up, not knowing who might call you at 11:00 P.M.

“Hey, Y/N, sorry to bother you.” Chrissy’s voice starts. “I know it’s late, but I… I’d like it if you come. It got a bit out of hand with my parents and I… Actually, forget about it, I… I shouldn’t have…” she stutters.

“I’m coming.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” you announce, interrupting her. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Thanks.” Chrissy mutters and you can hear the gratitude in her voice.

You hang up before quickly getting dressed. Thankfully, your parents are gone for the weekend so you can leave your house as you wish.

You park your car before Chrissy’s home, not wanting her parents to ask questions and go to her place by foot. Upon arriving at hers, you’re about to let her know you’re here by throwing rocks at her window but it looks like she was waiting for you downstairs. Indeed, just as you step one foot on her grass, she opens the door. She makes a sign to not make any sound whilst you go to her room.

Once you’re there, you notice Chrissy’s red eyes. You don’t waste a second before hugging her. She holds onto you as if you were a safety net. Delicately, you stroke her hair - it always helped her to calm down when you were kids. You stay in each other’s embrace until Chrissy feels ready to look you in the eyes.

“Thanks for coming. I didn’t want to be alone.” she admits, a bit ashamed.

“You called, I had to come.”

Chrissy goes to sit on her bed and you do the same, sitting next to her. Chrissy puts her head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath.

“You wanna talk about it ?” you ask.

“There isn’t a lot to say. She didn’t yell at me only for my maths grade,” Chrissy starts with a weak voice. “She just used it as an excuse to criticise everything I do. Sometimes, I feel like I’ll never be good enough for her. I don’t know what to do to make her proud of me. I’m not the perfect student like you, it’s true, but I’m doing my best. Besides, I’m not a difficult child. I’m not skipping classes, I don’t talk back to teachers. What more does she want ? Why is it never enough ? I don’t understand.” she says, angry.

“Sometimes, there is nothing to understand. Your mom has always been complicated to satisfy, it’s not going to change anytime soon. I know it’s easier said than done but you have to stop letting her define your value. You’re strong and smart, no matter what your mom says. And for what it's worth, I’m proud of you.” you affirm, looking her right in the eyes and she smiles at you.

“I think it’d be easier if my mom were like yours. She never really judges you.”

“You bet ! My mom would rather have me be popular with a large group of friends. Of course, she’s happy with my good grades yet for her, it’s not enough. Why do you think I’m trying for the cheerleaders selections ? She wants me to have some popularity. She acts as if she was still the queen in school.” you complain, rolling your eyes.

“If you don’t want to be a cheerleader, why do you try so hard to get in the team ? You could just make zero effort and not get selected.” Chrissy questions.

“At first, that’s what I wanted to do, I admit but doing cheerleading with you made me change my mind. I think it’s nice.” you confess. “I’m not saying I’d be devastated if I didn’t get in the team but I wouldn’t be against the idea of being a part of it. Furthermore, my mom would finally give me a break.”

“Are you seriously saying you want to be social ?” Chrissy exclaims, faking being shocked.

“I’m surprised too !” you laugh, “But as long you’re here, it’s bearable.”

For a second, you stay silent, enjoying each other’s company. Chrissy’s hand takes yours - you want to chuckle when you realise your hand is still bigger than hers. She lightly squeezes your hand and you can’t help but smile at this contact. You missed being this close to Chrissy.

“I’m sorry, you know.” she confesses in a whisper.

“For what ?”

“I’m sorry we lost touch once we got into High School, especially after I got in the cheerleaders.”

“You’re not the only one guilty here. I could have come to talk to you.” you admit.

“Maybe but I left you alone even though we promised to always stay together.”

“And I left you alone when I could have come to support you during the games. At least, we’re talking to each other again, that’s what matters.” you state, looking deeply in her eyes.

“True. It’s actually the reason why I accepted to help you. I wanted to make things better between us. I always wanted to do it, I just didn’t know how.”

“That makes two of us. Friends again ?” you question with a smile.

“Best friends.” Chrissy corrects, showing you her pinky fingers.

“Best friends.” you repeat, intertwining your pinky fingers to hers.

Your fingers linked together, you stare at each other, a big smile on your face and your heart skips a beat. You prevent yourself from moving, fearing you might ruin your friendship newly found by doing something stupid.

Chrissy lays down on her bed and you do the same. At your surprise, Chrissy gets closer to you and holds you. You hug her tighter against you whilst she wishes you a good night. You spend the night together in each other’s arms until dawn when you leave the warmth of the bed to go back to your house to make sure Chrissy doesn’t get in any more trouble.

Since that night, you’ve become inseparable again. You don’t only see each other for the training sessions or tutoring, you talk at school, you hang out sometimes. It’s like old times - with more freedom thanks to the car. Spending time with Chrissy again made you realise just how much you missed her. You’re more than happy to be with her. As for your feelings, they only grow and you hope you’ll be able to contain them. Nevertheless, you wonder if you’re the only one in this situation. Chrissy seems more touchy than before and some sentences she says make you think she might share your feelings.

The day of the selections has arrived and saying you’re stressed would be an understatement. You didn’t think you’d be that much under pressure. After all, you didn’t even want to get in the team in the first place. Nonetheless, now it matters for you and more particularly, you don’t want to humiliate Chrissy by ruining all her efforts. She really helped you to improve. You finally can do her choreography and you’re amazed by your own flexibility ! Chrissy is a good teacher.

You’re currently in the locker room getting ready. You try to calm your nerves by thinking about the choreography. However, as soon as you can’t remember a step, you panic a bit more. You need a few seconds before remembering it. You’re the last one in the locker room when you’re finally changed. You enjoy this moment of peace to breathe deeply. Closing your locker door, you find Chrissy’s angelic face.

“Don’t stress. You can do it.” she encourages you.

“I’m not so sure. Do I really have to do the selections ? You’re the captain, can’t you do me a favour ?” you ask, desperate.

“I’m not the only one taking the decision. But don’t worry about it. Besides, you know the choreography. I trust you.”

“Not me. I’m not made for this. I want to run. I’m just gonna say I’m sick.”

“No, you worked hard so you’re gonna do it !” Chrissy orders.

“Give me one good reason to do it.”

“If you do it, we’ll go to the movies. Together.” she proposes with a pointing look.

“Together ?” you repeat, unsure if you’re reading between the lines.

“Yeah. I have to go. It’s about to start. Good luck.” she says, suddenly kissing your cheek.

You’re taken aback the second you feel her lips. You don’t move for a second, trying to understand what’s just happened. Did Chrissy just ask you on a date ? Did she just kiss you on the cheek ? You must have imagined all of this ! You hope you didn’t but it’s the only explanation, isn’t it ?

However, you don’t have the time to think more, you have to do the selections. You get a grip on yourself and leave the locker room. You find the other girls who want to get in the team and you think to yourself you won’t be able to do it. They seem more talented than you.

You’re not one of the firsts so you can see the competition and you really think it’s over for you. Once it’s your turn, you get in position and look at the judges. Chrissy gives you an encouraging smile then the music starts and you do your choreography. Surprisingly, you don’t make a misstep - or at least, you don’t notice it. When you’re done, they thank you for coming then it’s the turn of the next candidate. Now, you just have to wait.

The day of the results, you don’t check the board. You can’t see your failure so you avoid it like the plague just like you avoid Chrissy, scared to find her disappointed face. You manage to hide from Chrissy until lunch break. As a precaution, you don’t eat at the school cafeteria. You want to be alone so you go to the art room which is always open. You thought you’d be alone yet Chrissy is determined to find you and she knows you perfectly to know where to search. It doesn’t take her too long to find out where you are.

“Are you avoiding me ?” Chrissy questions with a smile, entering the room.

“What ? No.” you try to justify before admitting defeat, “Alright, I do. I’m scared I failed and I didn’t want to see how disappointed you are.”

“Even if you had failed, I wouldn’t have been disappointed. You did your best.” she affirms walking towards you.

“What do you mean ‘even if I had failed’?” you ask, realising her sentence.

“Congratulations, Y/N Y/L/N, you’re officially a cheerleader.” Chrissy states with a big smile.

“You’re joking ?”

“Not at all !”

At her sentence, you rise from your chair and run towards Chrissy. You take her in your arms whilst she keeps congratulating you. You didn’t think you’d be that happy to be a cheerleader. Actually, you’re happy to see the proud look in Chrissy’s eyes once you break the embrace.

“So, does that mean I won the right to go to the movies with you ?” you question, nervous.

“Even more than that, if you want.” she informs, confusing you.

Chrissy’s face slowly gets closer to yours, giving you the chance to move backward if you want to. When she doesn’t see you moving, she keeps leaning in until your lips are separated by a few inches. Finally, you’re the one who breaks this small barrier by pressing your lips on Chrissy’s. Your heart explodes in your chest as you feel Chrissy’s lips moving against yours. You never felt this happy in your whole life. On top of being a cheerleader, you got your best friend back and your girlfriend.

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