Beyblade Burst x Reader Oneshots, scenarios and preferences

Chris x Reader

I know that this was originally supposed to be a boys x reader, but I make the rules here and I love Chris.

With that, enjoy today's update!

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 You were a well-known actress, having once met Chris in your high school days when she appeared for a commercial gig. The two of you had bonded instantly, and you left the same day with her phone number. The years passed on between the two of you, and one day, you confessed to her.

In all honesty, you cried when confessing to her. It wasn't done in loving light with a future cute memory. It was you sobbing, your face puffy and red. Your hands tearing into your hair as you professed your love to her. You had, after all, been hiding it for as long as you could remember. You weren't straight, and the fear of not being accepted, of being told once again by your crush that they liked just. However, it wasn't in the same light you liked them, it never ways. Of course, there was nothing you could do about those girls, it was alright. But they tended to act weird around you there on out. Chris had stared at you, for a solid minute, unmoving. Silent.

Her face was as smooth as steel as she turned away, walking out of your apartment as you broke down sobbing.

Your love story did not start as a love story, but a broken-hearted one. Chris ignored you completely, not responding to your texts or calls. She was then one night seen with No 1 Blader Free de la Hoya and your heart cracked. It was over for you, she was just another heartbreak.

Another girl for you to say was not for you.

You weren't healing, your agent has to drag you to your events. Thankfully you had no ongoing projects. That night had been a charity ball attended by the biggest names in Spain, and you had made the list. Your smile wasn't as bright as you walked down the red carpet. Paparazzi screaming at you about why you still didn't have a boyfriend. You didn't want a boyfriend, you thought. A glass giggle leaving your lips as you finished posing and walking away.

Your heartbreak consisted of your team covering you as you sobbed in the corners of your events. Eyedrops in hand to clear your puffy eyes.

It seemed to be going nowhere, you were just exhausted of this all. You wanted to be loved, and even if it wasn't by Chris, why couldn't you have been accepted?

It was then that your blotchy faced self locked eyes on Chris who walked in with Free by her side. Her eyes seeming to lock onto yours, and you stare at each other. You face glazes over, like you were on set, a new personality coming upon your face as you almost glare. Chris stares back, but her expression is unreadable as you turn around storming away. You nearly break down as you take your seat. Your team once again jittering to intercede before your makeup was ruined. At least before anything unfixable occurred.

You were silent the entire evening, your smiles strained as you made sure to be as far away from Chris that night. Dancing began, and you took her taking Free to the dancefloor as your cue to leave. Your hands clutching the length of your dress as you walked away, eyes brimming with unresolved feelings.

Escaping into the coolness of the night, your driver seemed surprised to see you out so early. As he scrambled to go get the car despite your pleas for him not to worry. At the very least the paparazzi were gone, and you let your tears fall as you waited in the cold. Your hands clutching your arms as you shook slightly.

There was a glimmering sound, and something soft fell across your shoulders. You knew who it was already, and the small action alone nearly made you want to throw up. The blanket seemed to both warm you up, and make you bitter and cold.

"Thanks." You snipped, your eyes trained ahead as she stood next to you. Her hands folded properly in front of her, as the trained lady she was. Why did it not surprise you that she wasn't into girls? When were the rich ever gay expect to get free drinks that they very much could afford? Your gaydar was the worst thing ever apparently.

"I'm sorry, y/l/n-san." Chris whispers, her face turned toward you. Your jaw clenches as you stare ahead, your throat thick with emotion as you merely shrug. You don't speak up as she steps closer to you, there's so much hesitancy in her movement you get nervous. "Your confession, it frightened me at first."

You laugh bitterly, your tears falling heavy down your cheeks as you shake your head, "Don't make yourself t-the victim here." You snap, your lips pressing tightly to each other. You weren't going to cry in front of her again.

"What I did was unfathomably rude and indifferent of me," Chris says, and you're a bit shocked to hear the emotion in her voice is thick. "It just terrified me."

Your heart feels like its hammering in your throat as you shake your head, a shaky laugh escaping your mouth. "S-Sorry, I forget that lesbians are the most terrifying thing in the world." You slip off the blanket as you see your car making its way to you now. You don't want to be out here in the cold, crying about a girl who was more ashamed of herself than your human emotions being hurt. "Thank you for the blanket, it was unneeded. Have a wonderful rest of your night with Free."

Your bow is stiff and almost mocking. You watch as her face panics as you begin walking away, but there's nothing in the world that she could do to you that would get you to stay.

"I like you, too!" Chris's voice declares.

You don't stop moving, your feet hitting the staircase.

"I'm in love with you, y/n. As a woman, not as a friend!"

You freeze. Millions of emotions circulating through your bloodstream as you turn around to look at Chris. Her blue eyes screwed as her head shook.

"I'm not supposed to be gay, and I always denied that part of me. You admit your feelings to me after I had finally suppressed my feelings for you destroyed me. I didn't know what I was doing until it was too late. I'm so sorry, y/l/n-can... I just... I didn't think that I–"

Your arms circle around her torso. Your smaller stature bringing her tall body into yours and she wrapped her arms around you. The two of you crying in each other's arms as you pull away, your face red and blotchy as you smear your makeup. "Can I kiss you?" Chris asks, her voice soft and unsure.

"Won't you?" You ask.

Like that, the walls between you and Chris were torn down, and the beginning of your relationship was documented for the world to see.