[cheerlcd]

# CHEERLCD — a low - activity indie independent chrissy cunningham rp blog. crossover friendly. heavily headcanon based. iconless + mutuals only. plotted dynamics heavily prioritized. run by lizzie. 20s. they/them. est. established 2025.

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hi all! just wanted to give a notice to everybody that my activity will probably be really, really sparse over the next two months! i'm moving at the end of july so i've got a lot to get packed up between now and then and i want to spend time with my friends before i move states <3 i apologize and if u want to unfollow i totally get it! i'll be popping in occasinally and queueing stuff but i wanted to give ppl a heads up that my activity won't be reliable here anytime soon. i'll probably spend the most time over on thg multi if you want to follow me there but if not, no worries <3 i'll be back for chrissy eventually

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sorry i've been mia work has been crazy! working on refilling queue this weekend tho mwah <3

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so that didn't happen 🫣 i miss miss chrissy 😭

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sorry i've been mia work has been crazy! working on refilling queue this weekend tho mwah <3

[loudbark--deepbite]

Despite how much they've both grown up, an expression of guilt on her youthful face is enough to thaw Gary's icy heart. For as much as she could have tried harder to stay by his side, Gary could have made himself more available. With his attendance so sparse, and his seemingly permanent shadowed eyes from his shitty sleep schedule, it's not like he was around a lot for her to try and olive branch.

Scratching his cheek a little bit, Gary shrugs. She's right, so he won't tell her she's wrong, but he just don't want her to be so sad about it. "'S not all on you." He runs his hands over his face with a long, loud groan. It's only just starting to get to him- avoiding sleep until they get this whole mess figured out. Gary's used to running on fumes. "C'mon, let's go for a walk or somethin' to wake up a little." He also needs a fucking cigarette.

"Ain't all your fault," he mumbles around once they're outside and he lights one up. "I wasn't around a lot." He'd never admit it under normal circumstances. But the circumstances as abnormal as possible. "Had some stuff goin' on. Was scared of people findin' out- worryin' about me, and shit." Which she would have- her big bleeding heart, and all that.

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at the mention of a walk, chrissy realizes how exhausted she is. she stands up, stretches, rolling her head back and forth in an effort to wake herself up.

she follows gary outside, wrinkling her nose at the cigarette smoke, but she doesn't say anything — plenty of her friends smoke. she just can't stand the smell of it. maybe it's because her mother always smokes when she gets busy, and when she gets busy, she gets snappier and snappier with chrissy. chrissy swallows hard, tries to keep out of the scent of the smoke.

“yeah,” chrissy murmurs, understandingly. “i mean, i don't blame you. we were kids. but...” she pauses, gives him a meaningful look. “if you ever wanna talk about stuff now, you know where to find me.”

“oh!” she starts, suddenly, as she realizes that she's probably never given him her number. “do you have my number? i've got an extension, so you don't have to worry about getting my family.”

[starsorare]

It's said and meant as a warning if anything, Star knowing exactly what will happen if the girl continues to be around her for much longer without knowing the truth. "I'm only half," the brunette assures her, her hands staying raised slightly, her voice wavering right as her heart gives a slow beat. "But David, he and the others aren't. He's been around for a hundred years, and he doesn't care who he goes after; it's why I've been staying close to you, too. He's easy to get trapped by if he's being charming, he'll promise you things he doesn't mean-" Star knows the blond wouldn't turn another, not when he has her, as if she was the prize he won at one of the boardwalk carnival games.

"I had to tell you the truth, Chrissy, you deserve that much. Not just for your sake, but also for mine." And as another warning, quietly: be wary about any blood around me, any cuts, or scratches, I don't know if I can stop myself.

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chrissy's head is spinning. vampires and half vampires and charming, beautiful men whose promises you shouldn't believe because they want to eat you whole? she thought she'd left all of that behind in hawkins. not that there were vampires in hawkins, but... she forces a wet laugh. it's the kind of laugh that happens because the alternative is crying. chrissy thinks if she starts crying, she won't stop.

“and here i thought i'd left everything that goes bump in the night back in hawkins,” she says. her tone is joking, but it falls flat.

“what does it mean to be a half vampire?” she asks, finally.

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@paladinstales sent: “He stalks his victims.”

chrissy nods, as though she's following along. instead, what the wheeler kid — nancy's younger brother, she was pretty sure, though he's grown about a foot and a half since she'd last seen him — is saying is complete and total nonsense. the kind of stuff that bryan is always reading about in his comic books.

i mean, she has felt kind of stalked, lately — like there were eyes on her when she should've been alone, and not to mention those weird moments she thought she'd seen something out of the corner of her eye... but that was all stress. probably.

“um, mike, i'm pretty sure you're lost. if you're looking for eddie munson, his weird little club meets over there. i'm on my way to cheer practice.” she raises an eyebrow at him, shoots him a look that asks, ‘do i look like i'm in eddie's weird little club?’

[hawkinsfoster]

@cheerlcd sent » do   you   believe   in   ghosts?

“That's . . . quite the question.” Try as he may to stop it, his expression was often outside his control, and it twisted into confusion. The odder the question, the less likely it was to have appeared out of thin air. That's what lived experience had told him. “I don't know if I'd go so far as to say I believe in ghosts, but who knows. We live in a strange fucking world.”

Mars allowed a few moments of silence before opening his mouth to speak again. “Have you -- uh, have you been seeing something, Chrissy?” When she didn't answer fast enough, he followed up with more. “Judgement free zone.”

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“um,” chrissy says, as eric immediately asks her if she's been seeing something. she shouldn't have asked. it was silly of her, to be at this party, filled with her friends and jason's friends, and to ask something like this. what if someone mentioned something to jason? he'd probably do something stupid, like tell her parents out of concern for her.

“no,” she says, too late to be believable. still, she hopes that it's late enough that he won't notice — whether from exhaustion or drunkenness. “no, i just... the wine cooler made me contemplative, i guess.” she scuffs at the dirt with her shoe, not meeting eric's eyes.

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@drk1ng continued from here.

“not too much. just needed a break, i guess,” she says.

a slight smile crosses her lips as mel stumbles through asking chrissy if she wants to hang out outside of work. “yeah, that'd be really great,” she says. she doesn't have a lot of friends — all her high school friends were cheer friends, and the college cheer squad didn't have much free time outside of cheer, and grad school hadn't allowed her much free time. chrissy had spent the last few years staring at instagram reels of people hanging out and wondering why she wasn't there.

“got any big ideas?” she asks. she's got some ideas, but she doesn't want to scare mel off by asking her to go on a hike or to go out dancing — something about mel reminds her of the deer that hung around her childhood home, all big eyes and skittish energy.

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@chrryslushie sent: “i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.”

“are you sure?” chrissy asked. “you look pretty beat-up.” she looks nancy up and down, surveying the wounds from the fight with the demogorgons — bruised and scratched, she looks significantly worse for wear than she had when she'd left.

“at least let me clean those out. there's probably all kinds of weird infections in the upside down.” the guilt and shame of not making it to the fight was weighing on her. they hadn't wanted her there, not with the whole town still looking for her, and besides, they didn't know what vecna might be able to do to her there, so it had made more sense for her to wait it out at home, but she still felt terrible about it, like she had when she'd sprained her ankle so badly she had to stay home from nationals her sophomore year.

“how did it go? is everyone else...” she trails off, swallows hard, suddenly worried that asking aloud will jinx it somehow.

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@cheerlcd sent in: [ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

The sound is faint, but enough for Star to hear even above the waves and theme park above, her heart giving a slow, aching beat behind her ribs. Her scuffed and dirty boots trek through the sand, just to where the tide settles under the pier (thankfully, free from anyone making out or... anything else), when her brown eyes pick the girl out easily.

"Chris," Star calls out her name as she approaches, wind picking up and tangling the ends of her brunette curls, as she hurries to the blonde. As she slips her leather jacket off and over Chrissy's shoulders, the halfling's hand rises to her cheek, her touch cool enough to be noticable, not nothing like David's or the Boys' would be. "Hey, c'mon," she urges gently, thumb catching another tear before it cascades down her cheek, the sense of urgency growing as her own name suddenly echoes in her ears sharply.

"Star. Do I need to remind you, again-" "No. I know, I'm working on it, just-" "Now."

"It's not safe down here for you, let's go. I can show you my favorite spot, and you can tell me what's going on, okay?" The half vampire offers up a kind smile, her voice mirroring it, the faint glint in her eye not noticeable to the human.

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the stress of the work day, a waitress at one of the many restaurants populated by tourists and santa carla teens, had worn away at her. that, and her asshole manager, and now chrissy was here, crying under the boardwalk. she'd been so stupid to think that she needed to start over somewhere no one knew her as the girl who almost got murdered by a satanic cult. she was so stupid.

she looks up, blinks at the sound of her name. the surprise of seeing anyone here has startled the remainders of her tears away. star's skin is cool against chrissy's own, and her leather jacket settles around chrissy like a second skin.

“what do you mean it's not safe here?” chrissy murmurs. “i mean, i know it's dark, but i can take care of myself. trust me.” she keeps a nail bat steve made her next to her bed, and the feeling of swinging it is more familiar than she'd like to admit. she'd never been much of a fighter, but she'd become one back in hawkins. she'd had to. “i'm tougher than i look.”

she follows star's lead regardless.

[robinav1tch]

@cheerlcd texted : you're spiraling. drink water.

[ text : chrissy cunningham ] all right, i resent that accusation.

[ text : chrissy cunningham ] you know as well as i do that an infant does not belong in the emergency department, pedes is giving me the runaround, and we don't have the resources down here to give her proper care.

[ text : chrissy cunningham ] if you can look into getting her an emergency placement, i would appreciate it. if you can't, that's fine.

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[ text : Michael Robinavitch ] I'm on top of it. 👍🏻

[ text : Michael Robinavitch ] Trust me, I can find somewhere for her. It's my job!

[ text : Michael Robinavitch ] Now drink a glass of water and do some breathing exercises so you can do yours. ☺️

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the blonde can't help but offer chrissy a small, soft smile whenever she rebuttals. he'll let his cheek rest in the heel of his hand, his elbow resting on the picnic table as he looks at chrissy. ( for a cheerleader, she's a nice girl. ) for now, that is. you have to wonder how long it takes for even chrissy to run out of patience for mapplethorpe.

"oh, jason is a fuckin' cunt." yeah, a word that probably isn't heard often here in the states but it thrown around like nothing in australia. ( but he means every word! ) he isn't a big fan of jason for obvious reasons and it's not just because he's become real acquainted with the inside of his locker.

"is--... uh, everything else okay?"

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chrissy's eyes go wide as the word cunt leaves mapplethorpe's lips. she's used to most of the curse words that teens in hawkins are inclined to throw around, even if she doesn't curse herself, but she's never heard anyone use cunt before. it shocks her, momentarily, the vulgarity of it, and the way it slips from mapplethorpe's lips like it's no big deal.

she composes herself, twisting a lock of hair around her fingers. “i mean, he can be kind of a jerk,” she says.

“i mean, it's fine,” she says, something almost like fear in her voice. “it's totally fine. i'm just...” she pauses, exhales. she wishes she had a cigarette in this moment, if only for something to do with her hands. she only smokes when she's drunk, and she doesn't carry any cigarettes on her. “i mean, jason and i don't usually fight.”

she doesn't feel the same gut-wrenching sadness that her friends have after a fight with their boyfriends; she just feels tense and taut inside, like a rubber band ready to snap.

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btw i'm adding a st crossover verse for rose over at lcdnrys if anyone wants to write with her !!

[yearnstarved]

"HOW AM I FEELING?" Elly repeats, hoping it'll process better if she hears it again. It doesn't. She roams down the halls that she used to take to get to history. The habits are still encoded in her body to duck and weave through the students. It's only when her hand passes through someone's shoulder or some other kid barrels through her that her reality really sinks in.

"They turned World History into an A/V room? Ew," she cringes. Everything's changed except for herself. She takes a sharp turn to march down another direction. "I was leading the fired up chant I came up with and it was like a dream. At first, it was a really good dream, and then it was like one of those ones where you try to run but you stay in one place. The more you run the more you sink down into the ground until you can't get up."

The recollection slows her restless feet to a halt. One student after another walked right through her. "Then I woke up. Someone woke me up and now I'm here. I'm dead... and I'm here."

"Huh. They redid the hardwood flooring."

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“you should see how it's changed since i went here,” chrissy offers, trying to make elly feel better. she doesn't think it works; the attempt falling flat even as the words leave her mouth.

that was part of the tragedy of being a ghost — of watching the world march on without you, with no way to change it or to make your mark. if chrissy had a nickel for every single thing they'd changed since her own death, she'd be a rich, rich girl. not that it would matter, since ghosts couldn't have bank accounts. but still.

“yeah,” she says, speeding up her pace to keep up with elly. “i mean, i haven't been stuck like that. but there's been a few others who got stuck. and it always sounded pretty gnarly.”

the word falls from her lips before she can think about it. it's outdated, but then again, so is she. so are all of them.

[elhop]

ROLLER  DISCO  NIGHT.  i  have  gotten  good  enough  to  enjoy  skating.  my  laugh  is  drowned  out  by  the  music  but  it  is  loud  and  full  of  a  joy  that  at  one  point  i  couldn't  even  imagine  existed.  the  room  manages  to  remain  dark  despite  the  many  colored  lights  rotating  around  it.  i  touch  her  hand,  pulling  her  towards  the  side  and  lean  in  close  to  her  ear,  "lets  get  some  drinks." @cheerlcd

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“sounds like a plan!” chrissy says, skating towards the rink exit after el.

a second later, she realizes what she's agreed to, and a clench of fear twists in her gut. she can't have a soda — basically liquid calories! — and any of the juices, if they happen to have any, will be absolutely loaded with sugar.

she catches up to el at the concessions counter, the lights bright and the smell of popcorn and cheap nachos almost enticing. “i'll just get a water,” she says, trying to sound casual.

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@guiltskates sent: “thanks for saving me.”

chrissy shrugs. “no problem. i mean, it wasn't a big thing.” she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear self-consciously. “i mean, you weren't in any real danger, not really. he's just...” she pauses.

there's a small part of her that thinks that this girl with the red hair is some kind of a trick, something new that he's invented to mess with her head. but then again, he hasn't seemed to care much about the fact that she's here.

“i mean, it's all...” she pauses, not sure how to explain it. “it's all in his head. it's all already played out,” she offers, feeling woefully inadequate as she tries to explain what's happening to them. maybe she should have paid more attention in biology.

then again, she got the sense than biology wouldn't've been able to help her here.