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[savethecheerleader]

@aigonakru asked: are you blushing? did i make you blush? ( from eddie )

Lips pressed together, she looks down and tries not to laugh, hides behind her bangs as her eyes focus on the fidgeting fingers playing with the hem of her cardigan. Why can't she control herself around him? She's prided herself with her self-restraint all her teenage years. Chrissy Cunningham knows how to keep everything under wraps, every feeling, every thought. She's always calm, always proper, always smiling. The perfect image of lady-like behavior. Her mother wouldn't have it any other way.

“Stop it!” She mumbles, bumping her shoulder against Eddie's and shaking her head, eyes carefully scanning the school hallways. It doesn't matter, she tells herself, so what if they see them together? “You're-- you just--” Chrissy takes a deep breath, “I don't know how you do it.”

[prythiansprincess]

Hi! Just out of curiosity, are you going to be reading hofas when it comes out?

hi babes! yes, i definitely will be reading hofas. i’m trying to dodge spoilers as much as possible, but i’m excited for my little azriel crumbs and also the frat bros specially ruhn and ithan my loves <3

(i am terrified for hunt)

[savethecheerleader]

@cinemuses asked: "Everyone seems to know everything about everything, apart from me." robin

Chrissy hugs her knees up to her chest, but watches amused as Robin paces back and forth. Who would've known, a year ago, that she'd be here? Had anyone told her she'd be friends with half of the people she's friends with now, she would have laughed in disbelief. “I think that's just how it feels to be a teenager,” she offers.

Everyone feels like that, right? “And being a girl too, maybe, and we're supposed to... I don't know, help each other... build community, that's what they say in church.” That sounds so cheesy, she knows it does, but now that she's made some new real friends, Chrissy thinks that she might understand what people talk about.

[savethecheerleader]

@gareththegreat asked: here, take my jacket. you're shivering.

She doesn't realize she's shaking until Gareth points it out, a little jump as his jacket is placed over her shoulders, like a scared cat hearing a loud noise. It's going to take some time, Chrissy knows, getting used to having friends who actually care about her, let alone having them at all after everything that happened. Long gone are the days when Chrissy Cunningham was the most popular girl at school, though sometimes she thinks it might all be on her head.

“Thank you,” a smile, a small nod as she shuffles on the benches. Drama club, Hellfire meeting. She has no idea why they still have them. An act of rebellion, probably. “Why is everyone always so late? I like watching you guys play.”

[savethecheerleader]

@hairoic asked: "hey, stay for a while. i gotta share this popcorn with someone."

Chrissy bites her bottom lip, looks back at the group of jocks pretend-fighting outside of Family Video, Jason in the middle trying to play referee. They weren't together anymore, not really, it was the second time they'd broken up this year and, she hoped, the last, but she still felt responsible for him. “What about them?” She jokes, watching as they all whistled at the girl from band that had just left her shift, “I don't want to get you in trouble.”

And she could, by just staying. By simply being nice to a boy, she can already imagine Jason's stare through the windows like daggers. Ugh. “Okay, okay! Sure, I'll stay,” Chrissy chuckles, planting her hands on the counter as she says it, like a cheer clap for emphasis, then offering Steve a smile, “didn't know they let you guys eat the popcorn, I thought that was only for sale.”

[savethecheerleader]

@retrologists asked: “I can’t stop remembering it. I can’t stop dreaming about it. I can’t even stop thinking about it.” (heather)

Fists curl up tight, nails digging into her palms, a deep breath in. Hold it. One, two, three. Release, her hands relaxing. She can't tell her about her own nightmares, she can't. Heather's been through enough. “Have you tried talking to Ms Kelley?” Chrissy tries, scooting close to her and rubbing her hand on her back. Parents were out of the question, they always are.

She wasn't here when it happened, last summer, the Cunninghams had just left Hawkins a day before the incident at Starcourt and by the time they came back, everyone had gone back to their normal lives. Like nothing had happened. Chrissy had heard about Heather, but her mother wouldn't let her visit all summer. “I'm sorry I wasn't there for you,” she whispers, unsure of what else to say, what else to do.

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