#unicornsparkles7

[unicornsparkles7]

popular!chris shooting his shot!?

(lower case intended)

chris spent the next few weeks pining after you—or, at least, attempting to while trying to seem nonchalant about it. he asked questions about you through his close friends, or to some of the other cheerleaders he remembers from past hookups. yet, you remained blissfully unaware that you had BU's golden boy chasing after you like a moth to a flame. you've heard of the name before, how could you not? he's the best freshman in the team, with enough talent to the NBA if he really wanted to, it also helps that he's extremely good-looking and others say that he's even better in bed than he is on the court.

you've noticed him too—again, how could you not? i mean he's just so easy on the eyes. maybe a few days later after the party, when word spread like wildfire that chris had his eye on of the cheerleaders, it was all the group chat could talk about. with some hype—and delusion—you start to believe that chris might actually be interested in you after spotting you at the last big frat party. however, time is ticking and there's only a few more days before the end of the school year and summer break. yay!

that doesn't stop chris from plotting like a mastermind, figuring out how he's gonna grab your attention and talk to you. no, nothing would. he could taste it on the tip of his tongue—you were different. and the fact that you seem to be a little naïve only added an extra layer of determination to snag you before the wrong guy does. from stalking your reposts to your following, he picked up on the little things that you like, brushing up on some of it before going about his day. and actually, making an appearance to his classes—it was his excuse just in case he ran into you. but no one has to know that.

and thank god he decided to walk to class today. he couldn't have found a better time or place to spot you than right now. alone, at one of the pop-up tents waiting for food. this is the best opportunity. class could wait a little longer, hell it doesn't even matter at this point because now is his chance. he runs a hand through his brown locks, subtly fixes his clothing, and walks over to the same tent you're at before tapping your shoulder. its pathetic really, at how he swore he just went to heaven and back after making eye contact with you for the first time.

"sorry to bother you, but what did you get? i'm trying to decide, and i can't." chris's voice had a hint of a teasing edge to it. you lift your head up from your phone and turn to the voice—low and behold, chris. you try your best to push aside all the little voices in your head yelling as you finally are able to have a conversation with him and not hear his words from someone else that could or could not be lying.

still, you remain your usual self, certainly not wanting to make it known that you've been eyeing him too. you flash him your signature smile before speaking. "i actually don't know." you spoke with a small shrug, "i'm just saving a spot for my friend. she had to go to the restroom but i think she's getting a frozen mango with sour patch kids and chamoy italian ice. i could text her if you want," you turn on your phone again to unlock it before he interrupts.

"no, no its fine don't worry. don't care much to wonder what your friends are getting—was more interested in you." and there's that grin that you see in photos and tiktok's he posts of himself or with his friends. "well, i'm actually gonna get just a vanilla cone. wanted something simple and sweet," you shrug and move forward in line. you out your phone in your back pocket, wanting to give chris your attention and not come off as rude.

"they also sell this amazing lemonade that's both sweet and sour enough that gives it a little twist, you know? anyways that's really good. i always get it in blue raspberry and i'm sure that the regular raspberry tastes the same. i don't get the difference between blue raspberry and regular raspberry besides the color..." you go on a small tangent about the difference between the taste of raspberry and blue raspberry just to fill the silence.

"sorry about that." you spoke with a small shy smile and avoid eye contact with him for a few seconds in order to slow down your racing heart. still, it doesn't go unnoticed by you of the ghost grin on chris's face when he listened to you yap about the whole, however long you were talking to him for. "no, no, don't worry about that at all. i like hearing you talk. its cute, you're cute." you turn to him with a smile, "thank you!" and you can see the shit-eating grin on his face. well, its less shit-eating than usual, its...softer? it's shard to read but still, you're than that and plus you enjoy the chase. it's nice knowing that someone is really down bad for you, they'd get down on their knees just to hear you say yes.

"so... you got a boyfriend?" the question catches you off guard because yeah, you've heard the rumors and of course you have your delusional friends gaslighting you into believing that he may actually like you but still its surprising when those words leave his mouth. "why? wanna ask me out?" you tear, and when you spot the subtle blush creeping up on his face it feeds your ego even more. he's quick to brush it off and keep the same grin on. "damn right sweetheart." "hmmm well, i don't like going on dates without knowing the guy first and becoming friends."

a slight risk in your tone and you're really wondering if he's actually going to spend his time and energy on you just for one simple date. he pauses and moves for war in line with you before speaking up again. "you want us to become friends before going on a date?" you nod your head giving him a smile even though you don't believe that he'll do the bare minimum for you when he had a line of girls that are waiting for him with the drop of a hat. "okay...okay. i'll do that. i'll wait for you and you, being friends doesn't sound that bad."

man does he know how to make a girls' jaw drop. but you remain collected—even if your eyes widen slightly at his words, but you know who really cares about that? you can see your friend walking towards you but your focus remains on chris. "really? you don't seem the type to—" "take my time? no, not really but you seem the type to wait for. even if it wounds me that you can't see my awesomeness." he fakes hurt and puts his hand on his chest. you can't help but chuckle softly at how he responds and push his chest playfully. chris swore that his heart skipped a beat despite its cliche.

"but its okay 'cause i'll make it all worth it pretty girl. just wait, trust the process." he grabs your hand from his chest and holds it in his own giving you a small squeeze. you let out a playful groan, "shut up!" you spoke with giggles and exchange a few more words before he gets your number and provides you with some more company even after your friend shows up again. "okay well i gotta get to class, see ya later pretty girl" he grins before walking off to his class, showing up 5 minutes before it ends. thank god for class... i guess.

[unicornsparkles7]

popular!chris and popular!reader

popular!chris who got in boston university on a full ride scholarship for basketball

popular!chris who is the starting point guard

popular!chris who always make sure that the freshmen feel welcome by his natural outgoing nature

popular!chris who always makes an appearance at parties even tho he can't drink due to his commitment to the team and also because he simply just doesnt like it

popular!chris who isn't in a frat despite what others may think

popular!chris who is an absolute mastermind when it comes to flirting with girls but never goes through with anything more than just flirting

popular!chris who is still seceretly codependent on his brothers

popular!chris who got nick to be the sports photographer

popular!chris who is extremely humble and grateful

popular!chris who can't keep quiet, especially if the other team is talking shit to him or his teammates

popular!reader who is part of the cheerleading team

popular!reader who doesn't enjoy frat parties but still goes with her friends both on and not on the team

popular!reader who is a sweetheart to everyone and anyone she meets

popular!reader who is never seen alone

popular!reader who is as bubbly as her bubble braids that she always wears to practice

popular!reader who is considered the youngest child/little sister by the team

popular!reader who is easily entertained and can easily entertain others

popular!reader who never shuts up

popular!reader who is never seen without gum or some sort of candy

popular!reader who keeps her digital camera with her at all times

popular!reader who is the designated hype-person

[unicornsparkles7]

Held

lowercase intended

the last week of college is... chaotic. at least for you. saying goodbye to the seniors on the cheer team. slowly packing up your room. saying goodbye to your professors—even though its only your freshman year. it's all somewhat bittersweet. a few years being shed after your last practice with your teams, and chris teasing you not even an hour later. it's cute really. and you're used to it. after unintentionally becoming the team's little sister and being the youngest in your family as well—you're quite used to it.

with just a few people around, you try and make the most of it before heading back home. and of course, one of those people included chris. chris and his brothers on occasion. you've grown fond and close with nick easily after realizing you guys have a lot more in common. matt is a little harder to crack, however. still, the challenge of him being more reserved doesn't stop your motivation to wanting to get to know him more.

you're determined to be on good terms with everyone that chris loves. even though you guys are just friends. for now, at least. being friends doesn't stop him lingering in your thoughts though. being friends doesn't stop either of you from looking at each other's lips. being friends doesn't stop either one of you from flirting. well, it stops you more than it does him. but what can you say? you love a good little chase. and the thought of chris waiting for you and being patient with you makes him even more attractive. you just hope that he sees that.

and with chris waiting and wanting you that also includes him coming over to your dorm to annoy you a whole lot. like a whole lot. both fortunately and unfortunately your roommate, lexi, moved out early since her exams and classes were one of the first to end. and since she's not on any sports team, it made her move out process a lot easier. which means you have the dorm all to at yourself—and chris has no problem taking advantage of that. he's in your room a lot. like...a lot.

and that's how you ended up here. chris is sitting on the floor of your dorm watching you pack your clothes into suitcases. its quiet between you guys. well, not actually quiet since chris has his playlist playing on your speaker. its still one of the few times of neither one of you guys not talking while being with each other. you're too busy packing and organizing certain items into certain boxes and what not. chris, meanwhile, looks like a lovesick puppy. looking at you scramble around your dorm you've grown so used to. he cannot pull his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. you're js so magnetic even when you don't try to be.

the faintest smile spreads across his lips when he watches you kiss each of your stuffed animals on the head and give them a head pat before putting them into a box. but then it hits him again—just like it has every night. 3 full months without seeing you. the thought alone tugs at something deep in his heart.

its been about 3 weeks of him talking and waiting for you and chris still hasn't gotten a single hug from you. an actual hug. not those prissy side hugs that you give when you first meet someone. how can he go about his summer without your touch? a simple hug or even a held hand when walking. sure, to others this may seem dramatic, but no one truly understands how down bad chris has become for you. only his best friend nate. and matt. and nick, who he didn't tell but it was obvious based off his reaction every time nick told chris that he just got done talking or hanging out with you.

you hear some shuffling from chris behind you but you don't think much of it. he's been in and to your dorm for so long that he also knows his way in and out. you didn't turn around until your hear chris's voice. "bubbles?" he asked so softly you rhought he might've turned into a kid from how shy he sounded. eyebrows immediately furrowing together at the sound as you turn around to face him. "yeah?" he doesn't say anything and instead shakes his head before walking over to you and wraps his arms around you.

you're taken aback by the sudden action but you're not one to turn down a hug from your friends. especially if its a friend you're quietly forming a crush on. "oh." you whisper quietly under your breath before wrapping your arms around him as well. "you okay?" you ask softly while his face goes in the crook of your neck. he doesn't say anything and nods his head. you don't believe him since he's not talking which is very unlike him but you don't push him any further.

the hug is warm and quiet, like waking up with the sunlight on your body. giving you even more warmth along with your blanket in the early mornings. you notice the subtle tension in his shoulders relax when you rub his back. "you smell good," you hear him mumble into your neck. it breaks the comfortable silence between y'all. you can't help but let out a soft chuckle, "shut up," you say as you nudge him. either of you know it but this hug reveals everything you're too afraid to say to each other.

[unicornsparkles7]

hooked

(lower case intended, only use of y/n once)

the crowd roars, the stands are filled with students and parents, the energy is over the roof, the steps tremble from time to time by how aggressively people stomp their on the floor, and your voice hurts so much from yelling. still you wouldn't change it for the world. you've always loved cheer season—being able to watch the games for free, be part of the reason why the crowd is so filled with energy, and the atmosphere in general. it just feels so... indescribable.

even after the game there's still excitement, coming from you and your friends. loud laughter, big smiles, happy jumps, and yells all coming from you and your friends. using the saying, "the night is still young." as an excuse to stay out later. it also helps that you don't have any practice or classes tomorrow. the rowdiness causes some people to look over but you don't care—too busy in your own little bubble and too free spirited to think twice about what people think about you.

the laughter caused chris to turn around and zone out the voices of others as he searched for who's so damn loud. not that he minds; its just... right after a game? when his head is pounding because decided to get a little too physically? "chris. chris!" a nudge to his shoulder pulls him out of his daze and he turns to find nick. "what?" "matt's waiting outside in the car come on." nick spoke in a 'hurry up' tone before walking away. "yeah, yeah, i'll be right there." he mumbles still looking over his shoulder to see where exactly the laughter is coming from, but he isn't able to pinpoint where.

time skip

march slips past your fingers before you realize it. basketball's over—they only made it to the first few rounds of march madness; cheer season has died down. sure, there's still team workouts and practices but its less hectic. the real battle now is finals. you've spent nights staying up late to study, if it wasn't for your dormmate, lexi, to have enough of your bullshit and your damn desk light. dragging you into your bed and shoving a melatonin in your mouth to sleep. she complained every night about how bright your lamp was whenever she would try to fall asleep.

now here you are, scrambling around the dorm with lexi, both of you yelling at each other to move out of the way. the open door doesn't help—friends popping in and out to talk or get last minute touch ups only takes up more time.

the house is booming with heavy bass music, neon lights, people everywhere, smoke consuming your lungs even though you, yourself aren't smoking. you walk hand in hand with lexi making sure that you guys are together at all times and only splitting up when you find your friends.

you squeal and hug your friends as you guys all compliment each other on your outfits. "oh my god, y/n you look sooo good" one of your friends gushes as you give her a 360 of your outfit and you can't help giggling softly at her words. you do the same for her as she shows you her outfit. all of you having that same loud energy just like you did at the basketball game.

chris is up against a wall with a pepsi in hand making conversation with some friends before he hears the same laughter again. he turns back around, and now he's able to tell who is so energetic. his heart practically stops for a second and everything around him turns into background noise besides one thing, you.

you with your hair done just right, your skirt that does wonders but also leaves to the imagination almost like a tease, and don't even get him started on your face, or started on your infectious laughter and smile.

one thought hits him like a train: he's in deep shit.