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hey everyone! a bit of an update:

chrisginny week will probably NOT be held in 2025.

it's been really fun running this event the past couple of years, but it's also incredibly difficult to get people interested in it (that weren't already). plus, not that this is a huge deal, but in the past, i've found that it's hard to please everybody -- especially regarding the prompts.

this isn't goodbye to CGW forever, though. i would love to return to running it in 2026 with a fresh perspective, and maybe with some new people in the fandom! additionally, if there's enough support for it this year, i'd definitely consider deleting this post and holding the event in june like usual. but as of right now -- and the last six or so months -- i don't want to burn myself out on an event that not many people take interest in.

love you guys! see you in 2026 ♡

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post-CGW24 survey!

first of all, a big thank you to everyone who participated in chrisginny week 2024 or shared the creations of those who did! now that the week is over, please take a few minutes to fill out this short form:

the more people that respond to the survey, the better! your responses are super helpful in improving CGW, should it be held again in the future. please reblog as well!

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Last day of @chrisginnyweek <3 / Prompt: Prom

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Day 7 "Prom"

It's over everyone, no more drawing pretty girls in love :(

They look like Disney princesses but it wasn't intentional

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day 7 of @chrisginnyweek: prom

finished chapter 2 of my fic "sittin' back, sittin' back, in the backseat of your car" for chrisginny week! you can read it here, or on ao3 via the link above. <3

As it turns out, finding a moment alone with the shared family telephone is of Olympian difficulty. Ginny feels neither like asking her parents nor speaking in code to Chris while they stand close by, so she waits – painfully. Her jaw locks in annoyance when she realizes just how much time her mother spends inside the house. 

But one day, when Joe is out late at work and Janette is attending a Parent-Teacher Association meeting at Ridgeway, Ginny encounters the perfect window of opportunity to finally call Chris. She’s shy, at first, and so is Chris; but somehow, through grainy audio and nervous fidgeting, the pair get to know each other a little more. And they settle on a date and time for – well, a date. 

If calling Chris was an English class assignment, Ginny would have two major takeaways: that she’s going on a bona fide date in four days’ time, and that it’s with the – albeit uncontested – girl of her dreams. The only issue that stands in her way, then, is mustering the courage to seek her parents’ permission for a night alone in town without raising suspicion. 

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Ginny completes many, many assignments and chores unprompted in the following few days, and her tireless work pays off. Janette grants her the ever-coveted permission she needs. But unlike with Chet, there’s added emphasis on continued responsibility, both inside and outside of the Danburry home. The conversation leaves Ginny equally relieved and frustrated. 

It turns out near-perfectly, though, when Chris leans through the window of her car on a warm, breezy Saturday night, beckoning Ginny with her left hand. Frustration is one of those things easily escapable around someone like Chris; and Ginny finds herself exponentially more willing to go extra lengths at home just to continue seeing her. 

And seeing Chris – well, really, it feels like the easiest thing in the world to do. Ginny holds her hand as the pair drive downtown to Silver’s Diner, windows open, the sweet spring wind kissing their faces and ruffling their hair. Chris can barely keep her eyes on the road ahead because she’s too busy looking at Ginny. If they end up in a car crash, at least Ginny can say she died happily, capturing Chris’ glances like a prism does with sunlight.

Chris and Ginny choose a spot indoors – a cozy booth with a big window in a secluded corner of the diner. In between taking bites of pancakes and hashbrowns, they talk about different things: school, family, friends, hobbies. It’s filler content, really; Ginny needs to ask Chris, but she doesn’t find an in until they’re both sipping vanilla milkshakes for dessert. 

“Can I ask you something?” says Ginny, her mind already erratic. 

“Is it that important?” Chris looks surprised. To be fair, most of their conversations as of late have been back-and-forth questions. 

“Yeah.” 

“Then, sure”, Chris says.

Ginny sucks in a breath. “I really like you. We’ve been seeing each other for a while. And I think it’s appropriate to ask”, Ginny continues, a bundle of nerves, “if you’d want to be my girlfriend.” She falters, possessing anything but the knowledge of what to add after such a heavy request. 

Chris bites her lip. Ginny holds her breath, waiting, mere nanoseconds seeming like hours to her. Moonlight beams hazily through the window, dousing their booth in shades of beige and blue. 

“You tease”, Chris laughs. She reaches her hand out towards Ginny’s own. “I always wanted to be yours.”

“I take it that’s a yes, then?” asks Ginny. 

Squeezing Ginny’s hand, Chris replies, “In what world would that be a no?”

Ginny smiles bashfully. “You know me. Sometimes I’m living on a different planet.” 

“Well, maybe you should let me visit”, jokes Chris.

“Maybe I should.” Ginny separates her hand from Chris’, tuning back into her surroundings – the public. She smiles at Chris from across the booth, reacquainting herself with the comfortable quiet that falls between them all too often. Her heartbeat regains its normal pace, anxiety extinguished by milky moonlight and the sincere promise of a continued romance.

“We should go to prom together”, suggests Chris out of the blue. She tucks a strand of pale hair behind her ear, the sight toying with Ginny’s emotions.

“Prom?” Ginny parrots, suddenly cotton-mouthed. 

Chris shrugs, taking a sip of her milkshake. “Yeah, at Ridgeway. What?” she questions – Ginny’s lips are frozen in the shape of a silent oh. “You don’t wanna go to prom with me?”

“No, it’s just…” Ginny pauses, fiddling with the napkin on her lap. “It’s a lot to take in. I mean, I’m still recovering from asking you to go steady”, she adds with a laugh.

Chris rolls her eyes playfully. “Oh, come on, Gin, that was a guaranteed yes.” 

Beneath the table, Ginny taps Chris’ foot with her own. “Shame on you for making me so nervous, though.” A moment of silence, then: “Alright, I’ll go to prom with you.”

Grinning ear-to-ear, Chris replies, “It’s only fair.” 

Ginny slurps down the dregs of her milkshake. “Let’s get out of here”, she says. It’s become their code for running off to make out; but tonight, on their first real date, there’s added significance. What Ginny really means is to ask if Chris will drive her back to the Noel house: spacious, comfortable, better than the backseat of a car in every way under the sun. 

Chris looks Ginny up and down a few times. “Of course”, she agrees, blushing. “I’ll get the check.”

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“Hey, cover for me? I’m at Chris’ house tonight”, says Ginny, running a hand through her bangs. She’s using the wall phone in the parlor with Chris’ permission, calling Chet to make sure their parents question nothing.

“So it’s not just backseat bingo anymore, huh?” Chet asks, and Ginny can practically see the smug expression on his face. “You finally put on your big-girl pants?”

“Could say the same for you and Charlie”, Ginny retorts. 

There’s a pause, weighted, on the other end of the line. “Do you love her?” 

Ginny wants nothing more than to blurt out yes, of course, is it too soon?, but she bites her tongue. “I like the way her perfume smells”, she says instead, decisively, in the event that Chris lurks just a thin wall away. 

“Alright”, says Chet. “See you tomorrow.” 

“See you”, repeats Ginny, hanging up the phone. 

“It’s Nina Ricci.”

Ginny whirls around. She thought right; standing face-to-face with her is Chris. “What?” she says, confused.

Chris giggles, leaning on the door frame. “My perfume. Sorry for startling you.”

Ginny’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “You heard that?”

“I heard just about everything.” Chris’ eyes have a playful glint to them. 

“You–” Ginny starts, but is promptly cut off as Chris, in one swift move, grabs her face and kisses her. Her brain all but taps out as Chris trails soft kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jawbone, and then down her neck. Back pressed against the floral print wallpaper, Ginny almost forgets where she is; Chris becomes her Earth, her entire world. 

Chris puts distance between herself and Ginny, teasing her with a stray finger on her collarbone. “Let’s not spend all night here”, she whispers, tugging at Ginny’s dress. “Let me show you my bedroom.”

Ginny nods, words refusing to form, her body like memory foam for Chris’ touch. She follows Chris up the stairwell, one hand gliding along the wooden railing and the other holding Chris’ slender wrist. The upstairs hallway is carpeted in red, and paintings break up empty space on the sparse walls. Chris’ bedroom is an oasis of femininity; pink colors and attractive movie stars decorate nearly every surface. Her bed looks too cozy to ignore, and Ginny has no choice but to sit down on the soft blankets, or so she tells Chris.

“What do you think?” asks Chris, sitting beside Ginny. 

“It’s perfect. I could live in here”, answers Ginny, kicking off her Mary Janes and fully laying down. “Don’t leave me hanging.” She frowns up at Chris.

“I would never”, says Chris, resting her head on Ginny’s chest and pressing a kiss to her hand. 

Ginny hums in appreciation. “You know I missed you all the time, right?”

“What do you mean?” Chris says, confused. 

“Well, between Chet’s games”, Ginny clarifies. She wraps her arm around Chris’ shoulder, moving so that the two of them can be side-to-side, completely enveloped in each other. “But now I don’t. I mean… prom, and dates, and sleeping over at your house? It’s so much better.” 

“It really is”, Chris agrees. 

“When is it, anyway? Prom”, says Ginny, turning her head towards Chris. 

“Oh.” Chris pauses, thinking. “In about a month, I think. Why?”

“I just– well, it’s just a thought, but maybe we could match”, Ginny answers, her face flushing slightly. “Dresses, corsages, jewelry. The whole nine yards.”

“I’ll take you shopping anytime, Gin.” Chris thumbs Ginny’s cheekbone, kissing her forehead softly. 

Ginny holds Chris’ face in her palms. “How about you come here and kiss me for real?” They’re both so close, enough that Ginny can almost feel the fluttering of Chris’ eyelashes on her own. 

Chris nods silently, her eyes half-lidded, dreamily staring down at Ginny. “I think I can do that.” 

Her lips meet Ginny’s, and it’s heaven. Like silent film, a messy tapestry of memories plays in Ginny’s mind: spotting Chris on the Ridgeway field; glossy hair and pom-poms; shoes dislodging turf as they walked across the field to Chris’ car; admitting to herself that she might be queer; holding hands for the first time. 

Chris kisses Ginny with increasingly more fervor. Soon, their limbs tangle and their hearts beat in sync. It’s a rough start; but it’s theirs, and Ginny can’t wait for more.

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Day 6 "Love letters"

Get it? Love letters like- like the letters of love- because Chris is a cheerleader and-

yeah.

+bonus : Live Ginny reaction

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Day 6 of @chrisginnyweek / Prompt: love letters

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Day 5 "Jealousy"

NOOOOO Knox what have you done

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I've been running slightly behind on chrisginny week, but I'm happy to finally catch up! Three more days!

This is my submission for day 2: Let's get away from the crowd

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This is my submission for chrisginny week day 3: First kiss

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This is my submission for chrisginny week day 4: College!!

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Day 4 "college"

I had so much trouble with this one like

What do you MEAN "college" ??! What was I even supposed to draw

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when chris and ginny move out of vermont to attend new york university, they share a dorm. taped to their walls are polaroids, newspaper clippings, quotes, and other odd tidbits; messy stand-ins for the best moments of their lives, so far.

for @chrisginnyweek day 4: college

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Day 3 "first kiss"

I'm not a fan of how it turned out but I'm still posting it just so I can make fun of myself later

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day 3 of @chrisginnyweek: first kiss

here's a triple drabble i threw together for day 3! you can read it on ao3, or here on tumblr (below the cut). enjoy!

“Look, Gin. Mistletoe”, says Chris, pointing upwards.

Indeed, there is; Ginny blushes, her eyes following Chris’ motion and landing on the delicate green plant.

“It’s not a big deal”, Ginny stalls. “We can leave it for someone else”, she says, as if mistletoe is a single-use blessing. 

The air between them is tense. Suddenly, light touch meets plaid fabric. Ginny looks down; Chris’ hand is on her skirt, picking at a stray thread. She’s always been one to notice details like that, caring for Ginny in the gentlest of ways.

“Who?” Chris whispers in Ginny’s ear. “Me and Chet? Knox?” She steps back, crossing her arms. Gotcha. 

“Neil and Todd?” suggests Ginny in earnest, eliciting a laugh from Chris. 

“Why can’t it be ours?”

Ginny hesitates, teeth scraping against her lower lip. “I didn’t know you wanted that.” 

Chris leans over, brushing her palm against Ginny’s cheek. “Of course I do.”

Boldness was never on the list of things that make up Ginny’s personality, but Chris has always made her feel brave. So, with all the courage she can muster, she kisses Chris chastely. Her heart leaps up to her throat, and every nerve in her body is electric, and– this is how it’s supposed to feel, isn’t it? The entire thing is over sooner than she can count to three, but it’s probably the most lovely two-and-a-half seconds that she’s ever had. 

Ginny clears her throat, her gaze falling towards the wooden floorboards. What do you even do after a first kiss, anyway? What do you say after kissing your best friend?

Apparently Chris knows better than Ginny, because all she says is: “Merry Christmas, Gin”, before running off to another room. 

Standing under the mistletoe, Ginny’s lips burn bright like a Yule log with the memory.

“Merry Christmas.”

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Day 2! "Let's get away from the crowd"

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chris and ginny — daylight by taylor swift

for @chrisginnyweek day 2: “let’s get away from the crowd”