#thecheerleader

[ehldrich]

        ' WHAT DID SHE DO? I'LL THROW MY POM - POMS AT HER. ' / @thecheerleader

[ehldrich]

       ' have you ever heard of a horror host called count von iggle piggle? ' / @thecheerleader

[congregaticn]

  @thecheerleader​ asked: ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch / for eddie, HANDS OUTTA THE RAW COOKIE DOUGH!!                - from some long lost meme

  It was too tempting. The warning look Chrissy had given him did nothing to deter him from his goal. Part of it was also to get a rise out of her, but a good part of it was he just really, really enjoyed raw cookie dough.

   He reached for it only to be slapped away. It didn’t actually hurt, but he did pull his hand back and cradled it as if it did. Eddie let out a huff before leaning against the counter to pout in her direction. "C’monnnn.” He really liked to think of himself as the devil on her shoulder. “Just a bite. A mere morsel. It’s not gonna kill you or me to get just a bite."

[eddie]

STARTER FOR : @thecheerleader

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ THE LAST MONTH OR SO HAD BEEN nothing short of a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Anxiety-riddled sleepless nights and a chaotic series of loops had become the norm for a while, but despite the looming sense of (what felt like) fated doom, Eddie had managed to find a silver lining. Or, rather, SHE had managed to find HIM. Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High, the captain of the cheer squad… HIS GIRLFRIEND. The last part was still sinking in, even though they’d made their relationship official over a week ago. The metalhead wasn’t sure, even given any amount of time, that he’d ever be able to fully comprehend the concept though. She was too good for him and it was so blatantly obvious that it almost hurt.

            Alas, despite knowing the drastic imbalance in their worth, there Eddie was, standing on the lawn of the cheerleader’s house at eleven o’clock at night to toss pebbles at her window. ❝ Chrissy! ❞ He called, pushing the volume of his voice until it was just teetering on the cusp of no longer being a whisper. ❝ Chrissy! ❞ Another pebble was tossed, the rock clacking against the pane before it bounced down to meet the growing pile of his previous attempts on the lawn. He’d been on the verge of casting another one when he saw the soft glow of a yellow light warm up the space of her room, the pebble falling from his hand as the growing smile on his lips caused dimples to bloom in his cheeks. With his big brown eyes and the goofy grin on his face, he likely looked akin to an EAGER PUPPY DOG while he stared fondly up at her.

            All Chrissy had needed to do was poke her head outside and Eddie was already scaling the side of her house, using the trellis that ran up the side of it as a temporary foothold until he was able to haul his bodyweight up onto the small lip of rooftop that ran along the underside of her window. Despite skipping almost every period of gym class that he could manage to, he was a regular monkey when it came to climbing, and he was sure that Chrissy would end up needing to supply him with some other form of entry sooner than later, lest her mother’s lattice suffer his intrusions.

            ❝ Hi, beautiful. ❞ The words word left him with a tone that was just as much tender as it was bratty. He knew that Chrissy would have something to say about his methods, and yet he tilted his head as though he was innocent. As though she couldn’t see the PAIR OF DEVIL HORNS floating above his unruly mane. With his palms on the ledge of the windowsill and his elbows locked, he leaned forward a little, taking in the blueprint of her room solely through his peripherals while the bulk of his attention remained enamored with the strawberry blonde. GOD DAMN, why did she always have to look so pretty? With her hair undone and her makeup off, he doubted she’d ever looked better.

            ❝ Before you say anything, I promise I’ll be quiet, ‘kay? ❞ The smile on the metalhead’s face grew, a hand reaching out to take one of hers gently into his hold. He held her gaze for a moment before he’d raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. ❝ Fortune favors the bold, sweetheart. Nothing ventured, noth-ing gained. ❞ The last of his reminder was carried out on an almost singsong note with the beseeching cant of his head, her hand held against his chin while he spoke. He sounded like he was trying to convince a party member in a D&D campaign more than his girlfriend, but hey, he was still new to the whole… girlfriend thing.

[screenviolense]

          ‘ mm... i’m not sure if i can come. i’m booked solid with babysitting jobs this week. ‘ her friends had teased her about the miserable state of her social life, but it fell on deaf ears most times. at least she had a sizable sum saved up for after high school. she didn’t even really need dates, did she?

@thecheerleader​ / starter call.

[ledcheers]

@thecheerleader​​​ said: ❝ I don’t need Christmas lights, you’re already shining so bright ! ❞ 

Indiana varied so much from Texas, in a multitude of ways. The amount and frequency of the snow was one of them. Decorating for Christmas here, it actually felt like a proper winter for once. The blanket of snow covering everything in sight was something Mindy didn't know she needed. It made all of this so much sweeter, decorating the tree with Chrissy. 

A smile etches into her features at the other's comment, ❛ That was so corny! Besides… ❜ She moves closer, closing the gap between them and resting her forward against Chrissy's own, ❛ You shine way brighter. ❜

[screenviolense]

@thecheerleader​ sent: “I dunno, stress does weird things to people.” for EVIE!!! two beauty queens hang out when??! 

            ‘ ugh, tell me about it. my mom once found a new wrinkle under her eye and started resorting to using snail mucus to fix it. ‘ only one of many strange beauty rituals that her mother had insisted they do together, in fear that there may be a hair out of place or a new wrinkle. she could hardly go out without a full face of makeup without her mother asking if she was sick-- and she wasn’t exactly kind about it.

[wihlliams]

@thecheerleader​ liked,   "anybody ever told you that you need to get out more?”   his mouth curls with the tease as tommy sits back in his seat, crossing his arms behind his head. of course, tommy williams’ idea of getting out isn’t suitable for the darling of hawkins, indiana. frankly, it’s not doing tommy any favors as well, but old habits die hard.   “think it’d be good for you.”