#aesthetic word quiz

[benevolentgodloki]

Your Aesthetic Word

Supernova

a supernova is a large explosion that takes place at the end of a star's life cycle. it's big, bright and beautiful, although quite sad. if you got this result, i wanna tell you that even if trauma still haunts you- even if you have scars, either on your skin or on your soul, you're still wonderful. you still shine, you're the most incredible work of art in the entire universe. give yourself more credit for all the stuff you've gone through, okay? i'm gonna speak for everyone and thank you for letting us be part of your life.

Tagged by @antvnger (thanks!)

Tagging @araedi @forevermuses and you!

#well hey ow??? #aesthetic word quiz #mun got dormiveglia which hurt too XD #loki aesthetic

[cinematicosmos]

what's ur plan on weekend ? I am taking uquiz to figure out which type of fungi I am

#uquiz #quiz #mine #writeblr #myself #writing #aesthetic #aestethic #dark academic aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic #fungi #quotes #pretty words

[kingsmedley]

“... Lovely.”

#jsdlkjfd he is NOT happy with the result of the fun aesthetic word quiz lmaooo #'ah yes being compared to a dying star is very hopeful and encouraging thank you' #i smile easily because it does me well || chatting #put on your makeup and smile ‘til you feel again || dash games

[cutielatias]

finally we/I played true colors (i was owning this for a time, because we played this in August,and now it's already December😅💦) the text is some reactions and thoughts that I/we had while playing the game

"jeez,comparing alex to sean,sean actually sounds like a genuine nice person (she is a jerk😒) now i know why i liked/like sean (i will no longer complain about him,ha-ha😂,no, just kiddin,i will)"

"for someone with the power of "empathy"alex sounds more like a manipulator than an actual empathy person,she uses other's emotions to get what she wants/make they say what she wants,that feels wrong"

"what this game/franchise have against reserved people?!💢alex is so jerk with that diane,and i hate it!she so jerk with her💢(the woman is just keeping/doing her job😒)"

"i thought that alex was starting to become more likeable on ep3, but then i read her diary(diane's part)and the laptop part (at the ending)no,no, she still jerk😑"

"the cop looks like cody from "it takes two" haha😂,(diane is may😂😂😂)"

"i didn't understand nothing of alex past life/the old phone messages😕 (and by the way whata heck was that with that isaac guy!!?that was weird, was very obvious that the guy want something more with her, it's not possible that she couldn't read the guy's mind and sense that he wanted to hook up with her(I doubt that she can't sense lust💢)i mean, i think she kinda wanted too😒,but,idk why but the impression that i have of this situation is that alex and the guy were hooking up and in the middle of that, alex reads/feels the guy emotions during the s*x, and the thoughts were kinda wild (but in a red flag way)and that made her kinda uncomfortable,and she gets weird with the guy,and then she blocks him,ugh~😑,fuckin weird situation"

"almost faint when i saw that mexican letter (and not in a good way)i was worried that would be something do to with sean and daniel💦 and thank god that was not💨"

"the ending super coherent with us😂, were the olds that stayed on our side, me and ana have something that we always have more affinity with older people(and vice versa)"

"it even gives me a little feeling to look to this menu image, I remember the day that we finished the game, it was even a little melancholy to look/get out of the menu, I like the menu song, the music is nice✨(i like the instrumental/menu version more but the voice version is ok too) , and by the way no one gonna talk about the fact that the group that plays the song has a Portuguese name "novo amor"maybe cuz is nothin important😂😂😅 its just a name😅💦,but i find funny cuz this game seens to have a "big" brazillian fanbase so i thought someone would say something, but no, no one says nothin(i don't know if is the brazillian portuguese now thinking can be the portugal one) just an useless funny fact😅😂(at first a thought that "novo amor" was the song's name, but the songs name is haven, "novo amor" is the singer)"

"I didn't find true colors a copy of the others "life is stranges" like people were saying at the time(of course, that some of concepts are very similar from the preview ones😅,i do noticed that, but they did in a different way), for me it's kinda different from the others, it's not like the first or the second and neither to before the storm (which I thought was more likely because both were by decknine)"

"i thought that after i liked the second one if i played another game of the franchise, i would like it too(cuz i'll be honest i never really liked this franchise, i find the concept interesting, but i didn't like the characters very much) but after that I liked the second one, I thought that maybe I would't roll my eyes with the franchise anymore, but no, I roll my eyes with true colors as the same way as I roll with the others, it's reallys only the second one that I put up with/the one that has the spark, it's as if the feeling that I feel with this franchise always still the same, it's only the second one that I like/liked,like imagine that you are someone who doesn't like coffee, but one day you drink a certain coffee and you like it , and with that you think, now that I liked this coffee, maybe I don't have problem with coffee anymore, but no, you drink the other coffees and you still don't like it, it's just that one coffee that you like/liked(crazy example but its the only one that could think about it😅😅😅)"

#not gonna lie actually liked tru3 c0lors a little more than i expect #me and ana wanted to play tru3 c0lors to know if would be better than li$2 or li$2 would be better than tru3 c0lor #In the end i really don't know cuz tru3 col0rs is less clueless than li$2 the story flows a little more...ok #but the second is the one that i like so🙄 #and just like me and ana talked one day is funny that even though that the second is kinda poorly done😒💢 #it seem that he has something that tru3 col0rs don't have but idk what it is ??? #but it has something about him that he's sounds a little more... interest? than tru3 col0rs #(Hmmn i don't know if interest is the right word but it has something) #I'm sure that the answer of some people would be😅 #*neither of them are good because both are kinda bad* #*neither of them compares to the first so in the end they're both shitty and the first remains the best💅✨* #and you know what!!!😡... you not wrong😤💧 I will accept that #because if the person compares they two none of them is as good as the first #(to be fair I think that maybe even the first is kinda bad/clueless i feel that the first is very loved cuz of people nostalgia by it #and cuz of the year that the game was released #the game was released on 2015 that year this kinda geek/tumbrl aesthetic was going trending helping the game stand out #and also the mysteries/theories involving the game helped the game reputation) #still needs to play the eps again cuz tru3 c0lors plays some cool songs that i need to look up #i remember on a quiz of *which character of l1s franchise you are* i gotted steph #not gonna lie that seeing her on tru3 c0lors she does have the vibe😅😂😂 #and on another one about l1s2 i gotted sean not sure if i look like sean😕? #i feel that i only gotted sean just because i said that i like to draw😑 #and doing again i got finn not sure either😕😕😕 #(well better him than lyla😒i don't even know if had her on the quiz😅😂) #talking about tru3 c0lors is complicated😑 #because I don't want people to think that I like tru3 c0lors in the same way that I like the second one #but I also don't want people to think that i disliked the game #I had fun playing it✨ it was fun to play with ana❤✨ #random things #personal

[dreamgrlarchive]

what’s the impoartance of branding and how did you find your brand

Branding Yourself ❤︎︎

why do you buy lingerie from victoria’s secret and not target? why do you go to starbucks instead of looking for a local coffee shop? it’s the way these entities have displayed their aesthetic, values, and more than anything: THEIR AURA. they’re displaying a feeling that you can only get if you indulge in their goods and services.

when you carry yourself in whatever fashion that happens to be, imagine a logo plastered all over yourself. who’s attention do you want to grab with that logo? you’re showing potential employers, friends, love interests, what they’ll be getting when in collaboration with you. so this. this is what’s important about branding.

My Brand 🎀

i wanted to feel not only feminine in energy, but hyperfeminine in appearance… but with a cloak of sex appeal, maturity and exclusivity

i recently found and accepted that i am not “cute” aesthetically. i’m far more often seen as “pretty” or “sexy” and unknowingly working against my natural beauty archetype was hurting me badly

my color palette of midtone pink, black, white, gray, and nude/brown convey a feminine look while being grounded in minimalism from the neutral colors

sex kitten, video vixen, and victoria’s secret angel are archetypes/aesthetics i identify and get associated with often

i leaned into my result from vindicta’s feminine archetype quiz (the aphrodite + the diva)

i compiled a list of words i identify with and channeled them in my self expression and how i carry myself

studying my birth chart and infusing my natural traits into my essence with intent

all these things i’ve compiled over time and lots of trial and error to reach what i call #theprissygirlagenda (i can make a detailed post about this in the future)

things my followers said they associate with me, ie. “prissy girl core”:

louis vuitton bags, french tips, fur details, cheetah print, rhinestones, silk presses, fuzzy pens, rap and r&b, sexy over cute, hoop earrings

How to Build Yours 🎀

how do you wanna feel

how do you wanna be seen

what do you want out of life

these three questions will help you be able to reach a conclusion in conjunction with the resources below 🎀💕💗

What Even Is… #ThePrissyGirlAgenda?

My Guide to Making a Beauty Binder

Discovering Your “Vibe” 1 & 2 by @FILLEFATALE on twitter

She Is So Bougie Checklist by @babyphat05

Quizzes that Helped Me Develop My Brand

Vindicta Feminine Archetype Quiz + System

13 Feminine Seduction Archetypes Quiz

Tips to Enhance Your Natural Features

BabyPhat05’s Bougie Guide 101

Reinvention by @thevirgodoll

Walking in High Heels by @prettyvixenavenue

Pretty Privilege by @2pretty

How to Build Your Personal Brand and Self Concept by @femmefatalevibe

Tips for Self-Discovery by @femmefatalevibe

Understanding Archetypes by @femmefatalevibe

Knowing Yourself by @femmefatalevibe

Your Dream Girl Archetype by @femmefatalevibe

-xoxo!

#dream girl journey #the prissy girl agenda #branding #my posts #dream girl meets prissy girl

[pinkacademiaprincess]

“she’s like a real life elle woods…”

fictional study icons guide, part 2: elle woods

relentlessly chase your goals

similar to rory, elle set her sights on harvard law and let nothing get in her way. people doubted her, she had no background in law, and nevertheless she made it happen. having a goal and wanting something is one thing, but you have to make it happen. elle spoke with an academic counselor, created a plan for herself, and meticulously checked off all the requirements. you can’t just sit around and hope you get what you want! determine the end goal, outline all the steps that you need to take to get there, and get to it.

have faith in yourself

throughout the process of getting into and attending harvard law, elle dealt with so many people who doubted her, were mean, and underestimated her. if she listened to all those people, she never would have applied or stayed in law school. no one knows you like you know yourself, so do not let strangers’ negative opinions of you rule your life. people assumed elle was unintelligent and not fit for law school, but she knew that she could succeed and she did. no one decides what you can or can’t do but you. tune out any criticism that isn’t constructive, focus on your strengths, and seek your goals.

let your personality shine

elle always had a strong sense of self. even when she started going to law school, in a totally new environment from her previous college, she stayed true to her personality. she continued dressing in pink outfits, getting her hair & nails done, and got school supplies to match her girly aesthetic. when you go to class, let your personality show through your outfits, accessories, school supplies - find little ways to bring yourself happiness through self- expression. especially when school and classes might seem to rule your life, these small personal touches will help keep you positive.

study with others

elle used the tactic of studying with others to help stay focused & accountable. when she was studying for the lsat, she had one of her sorority sisters keep her on track & practice with her. for some, it can be helpful to “body double,” or to have someone else with you while you study/ work to keep you on task. it might also help to have a study buddy to quiz you and work through problems together. at harvard she also tries to join a study group, which shows she generally thrives when studying/ working in a group setting. if this is something that works for you, find a classmate or group of classmates willing to meet up & body double or study together!

stay active

nowadays, a lot of schooling requires you to either sit at a laptop or hunch over notes for countless hours of your day. being seated for so long with questionable posture is not good for you, humans are meant to be active! elle is shown walking on a treadmill while she studies, and combining physical activity with schoolwork can be really effective for some. engaging your body while engaging your mind might help you focus better. otherwise, try to get some daily movement to give your body a break from being stiff & seated. find physical activity that you enjoy - going for walks outdoors, taking a sports class, hitting the gym, doing a youtube workout video, playing music & dancing like a maniac - move your body and have fun with it! in the words of elle, “exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy.”

pet therapy!

elle woods is always accompanied by her beloved chihuahua bruiser. spending time with animals is a great way to boost your mood & relieve stress. if you have a pet, spending time with them, petting them, having them in your lap or nearby are all ways you can take advantage of their presence to feel happier & more relaxed.

that’s all! elle is such an inspiration to me tbh. she really embodies that being true to yourself & being kind to others are the keys to success. good luck in your studies! 🩷

#pink academia princess #it girl #becoming that girl #that girl #wonyoungism #pink academia #pink blog #girl blogger #studyblr #studyspo #study motivation #glow up #motivation #self care #self improvement #dream girl #academia barbie #girlblogging #pink pilates girl #clean girl #self love #pink pilates princess #pink aesthetic #study blog #study aesthetic #university #student life

[jeanlouiecastillo]

Crucifix on Margiela book 2021

“Martin Margiela of the 80s and 90s is Jean Louie’s most valued inspiration, held high on a pedestal, on a Biblical level. There was a time he only spoke about Martin Margiela’s genius tendencies, DIY and Tabi Boots. The raw and DIY aesthetics are what lead Castillo to proceed his dreams of becoming a fashion designer. Although Margiela’s garments are made of high quality finishings, Castillo found himself falling deep into void of purposeful imperfections; a world he didn’t realise was allowed in fashion. He found himself loving the ugly and the unconventional - as he should’ve foreseen due to his admiration for Punk music in college, but there was something completely different between Vivienne Westwood’s DIY to Martin Margiela’s DIY.

Castillo lived (lives) for strong aesthetics, one of his peeves in visual creativity are things not aligning or matching in his own desired way, spaces, art, nature, man-made constructions, designs, architecture, words and aesthetics he has no control over. This is the outcome of a person who was raised on Tumblr and Pinterest, or there was something wrong in his childhood that made him need to latch onto a specific style or colour of something. As a child, he was sickeningly possessed by the colour blue; everything had to be blue: the walls, the bed, the clothes, the shoes, accessories, his belongings, and even his food. He even chose Ravenclaw as his Hogwarts House, even though he was an alleged Gryffindor (according to a Buzzfeed Quiz). He grew out of blue in the end.

Unsure of the exact day, Jean Louie found himself collecting things that are black or white. He found symbolism in the shade Black as an act of rebellion against conformity. He was confused why people only wore black at funerals, so he decided everyday is a funeral (for laughs…but seriously, though). He discovered Underground-England and bought 4inch Creepers that he wore to his cousin’s grandmother’s funeral. He felt alive in black.”

#maison margiela #martin margiela #margiela #margiela archive #margiela tabi #vintage margiela #alternative fashion #diy fashion #diy #artisanal #artist #fashion #fashion designer #designer #antwerp 6 #ann demeulemeester #jeanlouiecastillo #white fashion #menswear fashion week #menswear #fashion week

[baziutawrites]

Greens and greys

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC

Beginnings part 1

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

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WARNING! There is a smutty part towards the end of this piece. Proceed with caution if you are under 18 yrs old.

Xavier Thorpe always thought he was attracted to the unconventional. Being an artist and all, it supposedly came with a peculiar taste in beauty, aesthetics and also something as ordinary as past-time activities he picked up during his stay at the school, like fencing or archery.

Even when surrounded by outcasts at the Nevermore Academy, he still looked for something different, something uncommon, something - someone - unusual. That's why he completely could not understand why this one person kept invading his mind. It's not that she wasn't pretty or anything - but she was, to put it simply, regular.

"Earth to Xavier! Do you copy?"

Ajax's voice shook him out of his musings. He looked at him, blinking stupidly as if he has just been woken up.

"Man, you're acting weird af. Staring off and shit since the year've started." Ajax waved his arms around, a tiny paper bag in one of his hands. Faint smell of weed lingered in the air. "I asked you if you wanted to chill before 'the meeting' and you do this… this thing instead."

He moved to sit next to Xavier, handing him the paper bag. He took it, feeling the contents inside.

"You're creeping me out, dude. What's wrong?"

"It's… nothing. Just– weird dreams, that's all." Xavier rubbed his eyes with his fingers and leaned back on the bench, his head resting on the wall behind them. "No, really, it's prolly nothin'."

He added, seeing the unconvinced expression on his friend's face. Even the snakes peeked from underneath his beanie, almost as if they too were doubting his words. Before Ajax could speak however, Xavier slapped his knee and stood up swiftly, shaking the contents of the bag slightly.

"Now, wanna get some Lemon or what?"

***

Valerye sat beside her new roommate, Yoko Tanaka, still in awe of the entirety of her new shared dorm room. It was quite elegant, gothic in styling and details with two big stained-glass windows overlooking the main courtyard in the middle of the Academy. They even had a balcony, although not as big as her roommate's friend - Enid, who had the most luck, having the topmost room entirely for herself.

Val however wasn't about to complain. Yoko seemed to be relatively laid back and chill when it came to the dorm rules and the past few days since starting the year were overall less stressful thanks to her. It wasn't easy being thrown into an entirely new, unknown environment all by herself. She never had a dorm room or a roommate up to this point. Not to mention, she wasn't well versed into the social life laws that were clearly set up in between the social cliques at Nevermore. She was lucky to become a roommate with someone who already was a part of a quite prominent one - it earned her an easy way in.

Thing is, it wouldn't be enough. She would still have to prove herself, show her worth in order to be accepted.

"What did you say you were calling yourselves again?" Val peered into the mirror Yoko held in front of her face, laser focused on the tiny eyeliner brush on her eyelid.

"Wha- oh. The Nightshades." She chuckled, eyeing Val's tense expression. "Don't worry, no one's gonna give you a pop quiz before entering."

When she didn't look convinced, she added.

"Just be yourself. I'm sure they are gonna like you. I mean, I already told them everything about you and they all agreed to bring you in, wanna finally see you. This doesn't happen often, so don't fret. You've already got yourself some leverage, honey."

"Yeah, no pressure at all..."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to bring some gifts." Yoko glanced at the bag on Val's bed. A few bottle necks were peeking out from underneath the semi closed zipper. "But I see you've already thought of that. Good."

***

The corridors were eerily quiet, only their two pair of steps echoed between the stone walls. Val followed closely behind Yoko, cursing under her breath quietly as she felt goosebumps erupting on the exposed skin of her arms and shoulders. It wasn't supposed to be this cold this soon, so she left the sweater back on her bed and went with a sleeveless black turtleneck only. At least she listened to her roommate and opted out of the skirt.

"Too preppy." She simply stated and threw her a pair of high wasted pants.

They came to a halt in front of a statue so suddenly, Val almost walked into Yoko and gave an apologetic smile when the bottles inside her bag clinked loudly. Great, her causing them to get caught this late outside of their dorms with bags full of alcohol surely wasn't a great way to make a good first impression. Yoko however, unfazed, lifted her hand up and snapped her fingers twice, loudly.

The statue of what turned out to be Edgar Allan Poe moved and slid back, exposing a hidden entrance leading down the stairs into a circular room with a high ceiling and walls covered in bookshelves. There were people down there already but they didn't notice them yet. Val squared her shoulders and took a deep breath as went down after her roommate.

"This is Valerye, say 'hi' everybody, be nice, cuz she brought gifts."

Loud cheers erupted around the room and Val could not help but smile.

***

Xavier could not help but stare at the newcomer more and more bluntly as the drinks, expertly mixed by Yoko, kept coming in and the little relax sesh he had with Ajax right before they came down there surely didn't help. He couldn't shake off this weird feeling he got since he laid eyes on the new girl. It's almost as if he saw her already - somewhere, someday - but from what he gathered, it was impossible.

From what Yoko told them before the meeting, she just moved from quite far away and for the past few days she wasn't attending classes due to some supposed paperwork she and her family had to do. She also came from a very prominent and old family name from over the ocean, one that made Principal Weems give the new girl some leeway when it came to the strict rules about attendance. So, he didn't see her in class and didn't see her in the corridors and surely he didn't see her out and about anywhere at any point in his life. So why in the hell his eyes seemed to gravitate towards her and why did he had this strange feeling in his chest every time she locked her eyes with him?

She wasn't extraordinary by any means. Well, Xavier did think she was quite pretty - but nothing out of the ordinary, like Bianca or Yoko. And yet, he kept staring so bad, his friends finally took notice when he ignored a question directed towards him for a third time in a row.

"Well, someone's got his mind elsewhere." Rowan teased as the rest of the boys laughed. It brought Xavier's attention back to the group and he was met with knowing smirks. He could feel the heat creeping up his face as he realised they noticed his weirdo behaviour.

"What? No. I wasn't staring."

"Noone said you were, bud." Kent laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Think we should go and introduce ourselves properly, what you think, Ajax?"

"Ye, we should, shouldn't we, Rowan?"

Rowan snorted into his drink he was taking a sip from, just as he was swept alongside Xavier by the other two boys. The latter's weak protests were completely ignored, lost in between the sounds of tipsy laughter.

***

Val quickly felt at home within the girls' part of the Nightshades. Yoko seemed to loosen up a bit more, Divina was an absolute sweetheart with a sharp mind, yet quite an introverted demeanour at first, and Bianca was radiating confidence and open mindedness, although she seemed to be quite stubborn in her ways when challenged nonetheless. The drinks were quite helpful when it came to loosening their tongues and soon, the girls swept her into a whirlwind of the newest and most important gossip of the Nevermore Academy.

She noticed, however, a one particular member who acted quite odd. The tall one with long hair kept stealing glances at her more and more blatantly as the time and drinks went on. He had a weird name, she didn't quite catch it over the blasting music. She caught his big, mesmerising green eyes burning holes in her head several times so far and smiled when she noticed him act surprised every time he got caught, his cheeks a bit pink either from embarrassment or alcohol, or maybe both, she didn't know but it made her quite flattered.

When the boys joined them again, he stood on the opposite side of the circle as he now seemed hellbent on getting drunk, swinging one cup after another instead of joining in with the questions the group now asked about her previous endeavours. That's why she didn't expect his voice behind her, when they all turned to Yoko, arguing about what drink she should make next.

"Do we know each other?" The guy's voice surprisingly not slurred considering how much he just drank. Great, very creative pick up line, she thought as she turned around to face him. It took her by surprise how close he was now, she had to crane her neck to look him up in the face.

Xavier's breath hitched in his throat as he finally took in her features. He could almost feel her breath, as he realised he was very close to her now. A bit too close in fact for a first conversation. He didn't have a well adjusted judgement of distance when drunk, he had just realised. And when she cocked her eyebrow at him, he quickly added.

"I mean, I'm sure we've met already."

"I think so too." She gave him a side smile and traced her fingernail along the hem of his button up. It made his loins tingle. "In fact, I'm sure of it."

"Oh? Remember when? Because I'm sure I wouldn't forget a face like yours." He breathed, his lips curling into his signature smirk, as he leaned in. Two could play that game and the alcohol finally rushing to his head made him lose his wariness.

"Yea. Here. Two hours ago to be exact."

His smile faltered a bit and his cheeks reddened a little when she laughed. His eyes glided over her neck as she threw her head back a bit and he was sure he saw her like this up close before.

"Uh, I-ah, I meant, earlier than that." He fumbled with his words, not expecting her to shoot him down like this.

"Well, I don't remember you, so... maybe I was in your dreams then?" She winked at him and turned around, her hair brushing his arm as she went towards Yoko to get her cup refilled, leaving tingles in it's wake. She didn't notice the stupefied look on Xavier's face.

His visions.

***

The night after the meeting Xavier did not dream of the girl that invaded his dreams quite often for the past few months. She didn't show up even in the following week. Then almost a month went by, and he cursed himself for not paying more attention towards the details in his hazy dream visions. He had no other way of checking if Val was truly the one in his dreams.

The one thing he noticed and remembered from the dreams however, were those odd flashes of green that sometimes seemed to spark in the girl's hair when she moved. He could swear he could catch glimpses of it now in real life, just right out of the corner of his eyes. But whenever he turned around to catch the person behind it, they were already gone.

***

The next Nightshades meeting took place after a month since the last one. Xavier would lie if he said he wasn't excited to have a reason talk to Val again. He didn't really spoke to her much since the last meeting. She seemed so preoccupied with everything, she always slipped away before he could muster up the courage to ask her anything more than how she's doing and how was her day. He felt this weird pull towards her he couldn't explain, his eyes seemed to act on their own, gluing his gaze onto her when she wasn't paying attention to him. The drawing of her profile was now safely hidden in his sketchbook, yet it didn't seem to help at all.

And now he was almost running towards the Allan Poe statue. He was late because of his indecisiveness about his clothes - today, out of all the days before this one, he decided to be picky about his looks.

Val's eyes followed Xavier's lanky figure as he descended down the stairs and smiled apologeticly, mumbling some sort of apology towards Bianca, who wasn't happy about his late appearance. Her heart seemed to stutter a bit at the sight of it, as she smiled at him when his eyes landed on her.

"What's his name?" She whispered in Divina's ear.

"Xavier Thorpe. Why? You like him?" She gave her a playful nudge. "He's single from what I know, you know?"

Val just laughed. Well, she did think the boy was kinda handsome with his overall tortured artist vibe going on but she barely knew him from the short conversations they had in passing.

"Thanks, gonna remember that."

***

The two plastic cups crinkled under his fingers as he set his mind on finally talking to her. He could not shake off the feeling that lingered in his chest since the last party. It was driving him crazy. Why did his visions suddenly stop? Did it have anything to do with her or was it just pure coincidence? Maybe talking to her would bring him some answers. Also, he found himself longing for her presence as he watched Kent repeatedly making her laugh.

And there it was. This teeny tiny flash of green at the edge of his vision, just as he lowered his gaze to the side. His head snapped back up so suddenly he winced, feeling his mind swim at the movement. Once again, he could not figure where it came from and he cursed under his breath. He was going insane.

He watched Val put down her empty cup and Kent finally excusing himself. This was his chance. Now or never.

"Tryin' to get me drunk, Thorpe?" She laughed at him but took the cup from his extended hand. He bit his lip, stifling a chuckle. Thankfully it was quite dark, he hoped she did not notice his pink cheeks.

"If you can get drunk on water, I'm gonna be seriously concerned for your wellbeing." He leaned against the pillar, eyeing her surprised expression with a small smile.

"How considerate of you." Her face softened a bit. "Thank you."

"So, how do you find your stay here so far?"

***

He could not believe how easy it was to talk to her - it felt as if they were there for hours. He also found himself focusing on how she laughed at his playful jabs, or how her grey eyes trained on his lips whenever he took a sip from his cup. But just when he was about to comment on it, the dimmed lights turned a bit brighter and he noticed the green again. It seemed to glimmer for a second where the light bounced off of her hair and he choked on his water so hard he went into a coughing fit.

"Xavier, are you okay?" Val's concerned voice reached his ears as she patted his back. "What happened?"

"Forgot... how... to swallow." He panted, feeling himself go red in the face, fully aware of her hand still on his back. His teary eyes bore into her hair and even now with the blurry vision, he could tell her hair was light brown, without any green undertones. How on earth could it happen then? He wanted to touch it, to feel it under his fingertips. To bring it closer, to see if it glimmered under the different angles, to make sure it would do that again. To make sure it was as soft as he imagined it to be.

"Do you dye your hair?" He blurted out instead.

"No... never had. Why do you ask?"

"Good." He answered absentmindedly, his mind racing. His mind was playing tricks on him, that was for sure. How else would he explain it?

***

He found out he wasn't going mad some time after that first incident, however the way he did it made his mind even more dazed than it was before.

He caught himself drawing her more and more often. Thinking back about the conversations they had that day, smiling to himself as he laid in bed at night, Rowan long gone into the slumber. He reminded himself of every time he made her laugh, how she touched his hands during the newly implemented class, Foreign Beings and Legends, because she noticed his hands were stained with charcoal powder. He started to purposfuly hold a piece of charcoal right before that class so she could notice it when he pulled out the chair for her to sit next to him.

That day, the Nightshades agreed upon the Lake Party as a tribute to the last warm days of the year. Xavier, drained after the archery practice he had in the morning, fell asleep right after his head hit the pillow in his then empty room.

The dream vision was blurry, as it always was, however the girl in it seemed to be a bit more defined. She was laying down on her back on what seemed to be his bed, as he looked at her from above. She moved, but not in a sleepy manner. She was writhing, hands seemed to be gripping the sheets in feverish manner. Her hair, despite not quite focused, was sporadically glinting with that god forsaken green he told himself was a figment of his imagination.

And then he felt himself being pulled down towards her and he noticed she was naked underneath him. He could almost feel her breath on his face for a second and he realised she was moaning, her head thrown back, facing away from him the second he tried to focus on her features. He felt himself moving and looked down his body only to see that he also wasn't wearing clothes. But the part that hit him the hardest, was the fact his cock was slowly sliding in and out of the girls pussy, lewd sounds following every roll of his hips. His mouth fell open at the blurry sight before his eyes, as he watched himself slowly fuck her, almost feeling her heat around him.

His skin tingled and he heared a familiar voice call out his name.

"Oh, Xavier, yes."

He looked up only to meet the familiar grey eyes for a brief moment, before they rolled up and he actually somewhat felt her pussy clench around his dick while she moaned sweet nothings in his ear. It threw him over the edge instantly and he felt he was cumming himself.

His eyes snapped back open and it took him a moment to realise he was alone in the dorm room. The blurry vision of the grey eyes inching away from his mind. That's when he felt wetness in his pants and cursed, loudly. He was gonna be late again.

***

The bonfire they managed to get going was casting a warm glow over their bodies, as they drunkenly decided to go for an almost naked swim in the lake. Their laughter echoed between the trees and splashes of water soon disrupted the calm, moonlit surface of the water.

Xavier stumbled out of his pants, almost falling into the person next to him and swung his arm around their shoulders for support. His wide grin was met with a loud laugh from Val, as she held her hands against his chest to prevent him from falling further and onto the ground. She shook her head and looked him in the eye and said something he wasn't able to hear at that point. His smile faltered, as he stared into her eyes.

Grey. Her eyes were grey.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe smut #xavier smut

[opeothalmologist]

I Figured Out Who My Fear Entity Patron Is! (with internet quizzes)

This post contains spoilers for MAG 111 (in Season 3), as well as references to characters in Season 4.

Statement of a certain 'opeothalmologist,' regarding the mystery of a possible marking by an... entity.

Statement found on a blogpost on tumblr.com by the subject, April 26, 2024. Recorded by ●●●●●, member of the Magnus Institute, London.

What if you were marked by one of the fears? How, and by which entity?

I did. Everyone who listens to TMA probably has at some point. So I took a few quizzes and saw what I got.

1: Which Magnus Archives Entity Would You Align With?

on uquiz, made by kat49

Result: The Eye

My thoughts: Interesting. A thing this and most of the other quizzes do is ask about choices such as preferences (especially hobbies and aesthetics) or worldviews. Cool. And The Eye does fit me and my own fears well.

2: Which entity would be your patron? (The Magnus Archives)

on uquiz, made by gliitch

Result: The Desolation

My thoughts: The Desolation could fit me. But would I want to serve it for a long period of time? ...No. But a fun quiz nonetheless.

3: Which Magnus Archives Entity are You?

on quotev, made by Mazebent

Result: The Web

My thoughts: The Web, alongside The Dark and The Vast (neither of which I got, spoiler alert) was one of my top entities to be an avatar for, so I'm happy I got it. A wonderful (and very long, 91 questions) quiz.

4: Which Entity Has Marked You?

on uquiz, made by kitmoone

Result: The Lonely

My thoughts: Sounds like a painful marking to go through, and serving the same path as Peter Lukas is a big no for me. Still, this quiz had a unique approach with images rather than text choices. Cool.

5: Which TMA Entity Would You Serve?

on quotev, made by Waterlily (2023)

Result: The Spiral

My thoughts: The description literally is Congratulations! Or perhaps condolences... Are you a real estate agent, by chance?. Love the writing. Maybe I'll stay away from doors, or Helens, or Michaels, for now...

6: Which TMA fear entity should you serve?

on quotev, made by Jace (2020)

Result: The Web

My thoughts: Huh. Maybe I will become an avatar of The Web sometime, I thought. Then another repeat came:

7: Which TMA fear entity should you serve?

on quotev, made by BrittishAnarchy (2023)

Result: The Eye

Note: This quiz contains a major spoiler about Elias Bouchard. Take care! (and bring that eye man my worst wishes. I was spoiled of that plot twist myself, long ago lol)

My thoughts: Two repeats. Well, if I do end up as an avatar of The Eye, I can compete with Elias and learn new information immediately. Sounds good! (With a lot of caveats—but still good!)

Thank you for reading this journey through the TMA world with me! If you like Gerry Keay posts and occasional TMA thoughts, consider following (completely optional)!

Statement ends. The statement giver was easy to follow up with, as her Tumblr blog is still active. She did not say anything about the strange images from 4 through 6, or of the green- and red-highlighted words…

Only that she was “lucky she lives in a world where the 'fear entities' do not exist.”

Then why is this a statement in the archive?

#CW: color-highlighted text #TW: horror #tma spoilers #tma season 3 spoilers #the magnus archives #tma quizzes #horror #fear entities #the eye #the web #the spiral #the lonely #elias bouchard #metanarratives #elias queuechard #don't expect more twists like the one at the end lol #this post was just for fun! #also yes. i know how cheap-looking i made the images look

[astridthewarlock]

I saw this quiz and thought it'd be nice to share on my Destiny blog! I know how much we all love our Guardians and figured maybe others would like to do it.

https://uquiz.com/quiz/mxnx5b/which-aesthetic™-colour-are-you

(I have to post the link like this because for some reason Tumblr mobile isn’t letting me do a hyperlink word)

Im not going to tag anyone, it'll be an open tag to anyone that wants to do it. I just want to see more about everyone OCs.

Astrid: Tangerine

You, frankly, are a goddamn delight. You bring light with you wherever you go, and whether you're aware of it or not, you're the life of the party.

Despite your flamboyant nature, you're surprisingly soft. You give the sweetest gifts, and are probably the best amateur masseuse of your friend group. Those closest to you see this softness, and love you for it. Remember this when you are called "too much"; there is no such thing as too much of you.

People who say those things are just too small to have the space for your light. Don't tone it down, just find people who will treasure every piece of you.

Esmond: Oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness.

Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

#destiny 2 #destiny guardians #Astrid the warlock #Esmond the Titan

[baxteravenue]

Hello, don’t know if you’re still doing the concepts based on the random dialogue thingy but if yes could I get something based off “i love you. i love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. i love you for you, and all of your flaws too.”? Tyyy

i hope this was ok lol

Jack, your boyfriend, who never missed a beat took notice in your change of demeanor while the two of you stood in the VIP section at the Forecastle Festival in his hometown.

He wasted no time in asking you what was wrong when the two of you arrived back to his place after, “You okay baby?”

You nodded, almost too fast.

“You sure? Cause I don’t think you’re being honest with me… and I thought we were gonna be honest?” Jack looked at you, his baby blue eyes piercing into yours.

“Really, it-its all good.” The stutter in your voice was enough for Jack to know for sure that you weren’t good.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, like a father trying to get a child to listen.

It was enough to send you into a fit of tears, “It’s just… I just.. I’m not good enough Jack. I’m not—“

“I’m gonna stop you there baby,” Jack brought you into his chest, “You are enough, you are more than enough for me baby. Why do you think that?”

You thought back to the girls who had given you stares all day, the same girls that Jack said were nice and that they would love you. The same girls who always flirted with him and always managed to look perfect, something you had yet to accomplish.

Shaking your head, you looked up at Jack. “Those girls they would look so much better with you. They match your aesthetic or whatever with their outfits and heels while I chose to wear a extra large hoodie and my beat up shoes.”

“I know you did not just say that, are you joking?”

“I tried my best to be this person that would be perfect for Jack Harlow but I can’t. I’m not an Instagram model, I don’t have any fashion nova deals and I can’t even walk in heels. I’m in med school Jack.” You looked down at you feet, feeling even worse.

Jack was laughing though, his chest shaking against yours. “Exactly, it’s why the words go she in med school want to date a nurse not she’s on instagram want to date a nova babe.”

That comment made you crack a smile.

“There you go,” Jack pinched at your chin, “I love you baby. I love you, not what you think I love but you and I mean the girl who makes me quiz her on stuff I can’t pronounce, the girl who chooses comfort over anything else, and the one who know my heart.”

You shook your head, smiling at Jack after his sweet words. “I don’t know why I get like that, why I let girls I don’t even know get to me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize baby, just talk to me next time. Don’t hold it in.”

“I love you Jack.”

“I love you more Mama.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x y/n #come home the kids miss you

[serenpedac]

OCs as planets

I’ve seen this uquiz go around and obviously had to do it for my OCs. Because I won’t miss a chance to talk about astronomy, I also added the first thing that each planet made me think about.

Putting it under a cut and not tagging anyone, because I doubt astronomy ramblings are what anyone is following me for and I don't want people to feel obligated to read this, but if you want do the quiz, please feel free to tag me <3

Yael

venus

passionate. romantic. loving to be loved. courtship. adoration and taste. you are your own personal aesthetic. you are hand written love letters in copper ink. you are "let me show you just how much i can love you." you are royalty and class. love has no bounds with you. your heart is wrapped in chocolate tin foil. you attract what you manifest so keep believing in love. it is you and you, it.

I swear this didn’t come to mind just because I started watching the Bridgerton prequel series last weekend, haha, but the Venus transit, the phenomenon of Venus passing between the Earth and the Sun, has been key in determining the  distance between Earth and the Sun. Before the 18th century, Kepler’s laws had given an idea of the relative scales within the solar system, but actual distances were very hard to measure. However, astronomers realised they would be able to derive the Earth-Sun distance (the “astronomical unit”, au) if they had measurements of the duration of the transit from different places across the globe. I won’t go into the maths, but the idea is that Venus crosses a different part of the Sun if seen from different locations. With some trigonometry (simplified example here, since it has images that explain this better than words can), distances can be calculated.

In order to get these measurements, entire expeditions were coordinated in the 17th and 18th century! They eventually ended up with a value that was only about 3% off from the value we know it to be today, which is pretty impressive.

Gabi

saturn

patient. stable. reliable. preserving and diligent. your capacity to hold focus on something you choose to is unmatched by all other planets. you were made for hard work that you love and that you know is rewarding. you are the shoulder that everyone wants to cry on, so remember you can lean on yourself when it seems there is no one else. there is nothing wrong with being self sufficient. you are justice and evenly balanced scales.

While I love this answer for Gabi, nothing really came to mind at first, other than the obvious rings. But then I started thinking about planetary migration, which is very cool. There’s this theory called the Grand tack hypothesis that says Jupiter formed a lot closer to the Sun than where it is now. It then started moving even closer to the Sun, until it got caught into a gravitational resonance with Saturn, and both migrated farther out, eventually ending up in their current positions. 

Laura

uranus

innovative. unpredictable. resourceful. imaginative. creativity in science and disruption. oh, uranus. you were dealt the cards that don't have much to offer, but luckily you can always make them work. you are acrylic paint that has been plastered over the same canvas so many times that it is starting to have those little grooves of texture. you are ever-changing and suddenly it stops. and starts again. keep moving. nothing is wrong with not wanting to sit still.

This is a fun one! While the rotational axes of the other planets in our solar system are more or less perpendicular to their orbital plane, for Uranus, it’s tilted some 90 degrees. Basically, Uranus is lying on its side and is “rolling” along its orbit around the Sun. This means it are its poles that are pointed at the Sun—one at a time, of course — and not just its equator. Several theories exist to explain this odd orientation of the rotational axis, for example collisions with other objects.

Melike

neptune

mercy. kindness. sweet. forgiving and compassionate. you are second chances and sometimes third. you are "its ok because everyone makes mistakes." you are "i forgive you as long as you are learning." you are not held down by the demands of your ego. you believe and right and fair. open mindedness and friendship. you are mystical and magical, observant and the smell of warm bread in the morning.

Neptune is interesting, because it wasn’t discovered as a planet by observations like the other major planets, but through a comparison between models and real-life measurements of the orbit of Uranus. A discrepancy between the two was found, which was postulated to be cause by the gravitational influence of another planet: Neptune. Indeed, some years later, Neptune was “discovered”. I say “discovered”, because the planet had already been observed several centuries before by Galileo Galilei, but he thought it was a star. The thing I like about this is how it shows how theories and observations can complement each other!

#oc: yael greene #oc: gabi sousa #oc: laura kingston #oc: melike akyün #not entirely sure how much i like this answer for melike #the part about learning through experiences is very true though #yael's made me laugh #what else was i expecting? #in case anyone is wondering why my part about venus is that long #it's because i wrote an essay on the history of the astronomical unit back in uni #astronomy

[teabights]

Nothing Else Matters

Summary: Chrissy Cunningham and you have been best friends since you were born. Your mothers were best friends since kindergarten. As the years go on, you and chrissy become different, but you guys don't let high school tell you who you can and cannot be friends with. When you realize that you are one of the ones who would paused Fast Times at 53 minutes and 5 seconds, you seek advice in your best friend Eddie Munson (which you are also the bassist of his band). You two deal with your new found orientation with the help of Robin and Steve.

Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x alternative!Reader

Warning: drinking, homophobia (they get called slurs), smoking marijuana

Word Count: 14K+

You stand at Chrissy's locker, waiting for her to arrive at school, of course, all the meatheads don't understand why she would be friends with a freak. Honestly, you don't know how your friendship lasted this long with her. Your mothers are best friends, that's why. They have been best friends since kindergarten and got pregnant at the same time. Chrissy and your birthdays are so close to each other. You guys just shared every birthday together until you guys turned 14, that is when the shift of aesthetics happened. Chrissy got on the junior varsity cheer team. You got serious about your bass guitar and singing. You two manage to balance the societal pressures of high school.

"Hey! I am so sorry. Mom was going off about how they have this big case coming up, and trapped me in the car for a ten minute talk." Chrissy says.

"It's fine. Mom slipped me forty bucks for dinner tonight and tomorrow as she's going to be going on a quick work trip to Indianapolis for two days. She had to drop me off early so she wouldn't hit the horrible traffic." You tell her.

"Ugh, I wish my mom would do that. Of course the rest of the team would want me to buy blow from Eddie with that money." Chrissy says with a small eye roll.

"You don’t…" You start to ask.

"God no. It's disgusting." Chrissy says with a small eye roll.

"Hey Y/N!" Eddie calls out as he makes his way to you.

"Did you study for our quiz today?" You ask him.

"Uh, I came to talk about band rehearsal and you wanna talk about math?" He asks. "Oh, hey Chrissy."

"Hi Eddie." Her cheeks darken slightly as she goes to open her locker.

"Listen Gareth can only practice for like an hour, something about his grandma going to a nursing home and they have to help, so I was thinking that we could just cancel and…" He informs you.

"You can't cancel again. We have that gig coming up." You roll your eyes. "We can get high afterwards like we always do."

"Can I come? Cheer is always over by the time you guys get done. And besides, y/n has the house alone tonight and can order us pizza." Chrissy asks as she closes her locker.

"Listen, Cunningham…" Eddie starts.

"Munson, be nice. You know I would pick Chrissy over you any day and your band needs a bassist and some sex appeal." You snap at him.

"Yes ma'am. I won't cancel… see you at 4?" Eddie says.

"4." You simply say.

Eddie walks away. You look over at your friend who was smiling too much for your own liking.

"You fucking like him, don't you?" You ask.

"Well, he's nice to me because of you. He's always been such a gentleman. He gives me deals when I am the one who has to buy from him. He's very charismatic." She lists on.

"And you blushed when he said hi to you." You point out, realizing that sounded a bit more jealous than you intended.

"So what if I like the freak?" Chrissy asks.

"Nothing… just surprising. And hey, I am glad you don't coke like your other friends." You say.

"Yeah, they've tried to peer pressure me into it and it's hard to turn down, but I do. For you, ya know." Chrissy informs.

"For me? Why me?" You ask.

"Because we pinky promised in seventh grade to never do coke. That is sacred, you know that." She giggles a little bit. She links her arm with yours and starts to walk to class with you.

"That is sacred, you are right." You agree.

"Hey, why don't you invite someone you like over, that way it's not awkward with Eddie, you, and me there." She suggests.

"Uh, I don't know." You shrug your shoulders. "You two are my best friends, that's good enough for me."

"What about Steve? Come on, you said his hair was bitchin' when you met him for the first time at one of his parties last year." She suggests again.

"Uh, I said I liked his hair, not that I wanted to sleep with him." You answer.

"Come on, just go to Family Video and ask him. You never knoooow." She sings out the 'o' sound.

"Ugh, you're annoying." You say.

"I know, but you love it." Chrissy smiles at you.

The day trickles on, slowly, but surely. You had an arrangement with Eddie and Chrissy. Chrissy is your lunch buddy Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Eddie has you Tuesdays and Thursdays. It is Wednesday, so Chrissy's day. You join her for lunch with all her cheer friends. They talk about the boys they find cute and who they are going to hook up with at Jason Carver’s party on Saturday. Chrissy says Jason, to fit in of course. No one bothers to ask you, simply because you already told them you weren't going, even when Chrissy begged you.

"Chris, I have to go tell Eddie something." You get up from your spot.

"Okay, hurry back or I will eat all your oreos." She threatens, which earns an eye roll from you.

You walk over to Eddie’s table. Eddie looks at you confused.

"It's not Tuesday or Thursday." He says.

"Yeah, I know, loser. I am sitting with Chrissy. Anyways, I have to run to Family Video after school. To erm… rent a video for tonight. Do you have any suggestions?" You ask.

"Well, do you really need to rent a video or do you want to see Steve 'the hair' Harrington?" He asks.

"His hair is stupid, why would I?" You start.

"Chrissy told me in science, while we were looking at petri dishes, that you were inviting Steve tonight to smoke with us." Eddie says.

"Fine, I am going to see Steve and ask him to hang out." You say.

"Henderson here," Eddie points to Dustin. "Worships the guy, so he knows if Steve is good or not. I don't need you coming to me to have me sing a break up ballad that you wrote in a month if shit doesn't work with Steve."

"Steve is very cool. He'll like you." Henderson speaks up.

"Thanks Dustin." You mumble as you walk back to your spot.

You sit down next to Chrissy, noticing something is wrong with your area. You look at her as she is licking the cream off the last oreo. She left you nothing but the oreo cookies themselves.

"Cunningham!" You say as you look at your pile of chocolate cookies.

"Oh, come on, you always scrape it off anyways. I was just helping." She giggles as she puts the two cookies down into the pile.

"Yeah, but that usually isn't contaminated with your spit." You say, pushing them back into the bag in which they were stolen from. "Jerk." Your tone was slightly hurt.

"Ah, come on. I'll bring you more when I come over." Chrissy says.

"Nope." You shake your head after you pop the 'p' in a dramatic sense.

"I proooomise." Chrissy says with a slight giggle.

"Chrissy, y/n, stop acting like fags." Missy, bottom left girl on the pyramid, says.

You feel your skin crawl at the use of that word. "We aren't fags, Missy. We've been best friends since the day I was born." You say back.

"Whatever, you guys are acting like fags…" Missy speaks.

"Rich coming from the bottom left of the cheer pyramid. Bottom, ya know, a fag term." You snap at her.

"Y/N! Be nice!" Chrissy says.

"Whatever Chrissy. She's the one calling us fags." You say as you get up, grabbing your lunch things.

You leave the table. You throw your trash. You feel your eyes water up. Why are you crying? You hurry pass Eddie’s table of misfit boys.

"Y/N?" Eddie asks. He notices the upset look on your face. "Y/N?!" He calls out as you make your way out of the cafeteria.

You head straight for one of the practice rooms down the hall. Eddie has followed you.

"Y/N." Eddie speaks as you open the door to a practice room.

"What?!" You ask, tears streaming down your face.

Eddie just takes your wrist and drags you into the room and closes the door behind him. Knowing that the rooms are sound proof, he figures it's a great place to talk. He sits down on the floor, pulling you down with him, having you land in his lap. His fingers wipe your tears off your face. The cold metal of his rings sting your face.

"What's going on?" Eddie asks.

"Missy Dickins called Chrissy and I fags because we were play arguing over oreos. I don't know why, but it just broke me and my heart. Chrissy then defended her, like Missy has been her best friend since Missy was born, like what is that." You say as tears stream down your face.

"She did? Chrissy would choose you over anything." Eddie says.

"Well, I guess… this is it. High school is finally separating us." You say, a crocodile tear ran down your face.

"Hey, come on, don't be ridiculous. You two have a bond that I've never seen before. You two are peas in a pod. Totally different peas. Like… you are a black eyed pea and she's a sweet pea." Eddie tries to help encourage you.

"Yeah, see like that… we are completely different. Like she likes Billy Joel and I worship Joan Jett. She wears dresses and short skirts and I wear stupid jeans everyday." You could spend all day listing the difference between Chrissy and you. "Like, she likes boys and I like her…." Your eyes grow wide as you move a hand to pinch the nose of your bridge. Fuck.

"Whoa… what? You like her?" Eddie asks.

"What? No. I meant that I like g-" You start.

"Of course you like girls. You have told me way too many details about Joan Jett and Cherie Currie." Eddie says with a smile. "And honestly, you've turned me down way too many times, that's when I put the pieces together that we weren’t batting for the same team. Listen, I don't view you as any less and frankly, I don't give a shit who you love. As long as I don't have to sing a shitty break up ballad about someone, I am fine with whatever gets you off."

You feel a small weight lift off your shoulders. Eddie was truly the best man you've ever met.

"Now, if you still invite Steve over tonight, I will help you sell it. When you go to Family Video, ask Robin about Fast Times 53 minutes and 5 seconds. She'll know what you mean." Eddie says.

"Can we blow off next period?" You ask.

"If you think we can sneak out to my van before the bell rings." Eddie states.

"It's on Munson." You say as you stand up.

Eddie scrambles to his feet. You open the door and rush out, he is behind you. A teacher scolds you two for running, so now you two are in a fast walk laughing race, all the way to Eddie's van. He opens the sliding door and you climb in, he's quick to follow and close the door.

"Well?" He asks.

"Do you think in some universe Chrissy might like me back?" You ask him.

"Maybe, she always seems to be talking about you." He shrugs his shoulders.

"We've been inseparable since my birth Eddie, of course she does." You say.

"Tonight, I will watch her body language and her and see how she acts around you fully." Eddie says.

"Thanks Eddie." You respond so genuinely. "So Gareth's grandma is going to a nursing home?"

Eddie fills you in about the insane story about their drummer's grandma, which takes up almost a length of a period. Eddie checking' his watch every 10 minutes. You were able to clean up the black smudges on your face from your mascara at that time. You two end up back inside the school during the passing period. You walk past Chrissy like she was no one to you, which only makes your heart hurt.

"Y/N!" Chrissy says as she follows after you. "Hey, I am sorry about Missy."

That almost makes you stop dead in your tracks, but you keep going. "You know, Cunningham, in that 18 years I've had the pleasure of knowing you, you have never chosen to defend someone over me."

"Come on, you were being a complete bitch." Chrissy says, which then makes you stop in your tracks.

"Excuse me?... Missy started being a bitch first. She's the one who called us a slur, over us play-fighting about oreos." You snap back.

"What has been your problem lately? It's like you've been hanging out with the freak more, that you're turning into one." Chrissy says.

You stare at her, seeing the instant regret on her face.

"Wait Y/N, I-" She starts.

"You know what? We promised each other freshman year, that no matter what happened or who we hung out with that we were always going to be best friends by the end of the day." You are undoing the stupid friendship bracelet she made you as a seventh grader. "But clearly… that was a lie. You aren't my best friend anymore. Give this to Missy, yeah?" You toss the bracelet at her, which she catches. "You're also uninvited from tonight. Good luck trying TO GET IN EDDIE MUNSON'S PANTS NOW." You, of course, take advantage of the small crowd that was watching this show.

"Fuck you Y/L/N." Chrissy says as she walks off.

"YOU WISH." You say before you could even stop yourself.

Well, now, she is never going to want to date you. The fact you wanted to date her is what was fueling this rage towards her. You walk into the classroom, sitting down, hearing a few mummers as you make it to your seat.

Time flies by to bring the school day to an end and you end up at Eddie’s van, waiting for him to escape whatever hell class he has.

"Y/N?" Eddie asks.

You keep rubbing your wrist, missing the feeling of the stupid stringy best friend bracelet. "Yeah?"

"What's up?" Eddie questions.

"Can you take me to Family Video?" You ask.

"Yeah…" he simply answers.

You two climb into his van. He turns the engine over and starts to drive to the video rental store.

"So, I heard about the show that happened in the hallway earlier." Eddie says. "You know, belittling the girl and telling her good luck of trying to get into my pants is not the way of getting her into your own."

"I didn't belittle Chrissy." You respond. "She called me a freak. She never used that word towards me in a derogatory form before. She knew that I hate that everyone calls you that, so when she did, I just lost it."

"Yeah, but now, you aren't speaking to Chrissy at all. How are you going to make her fall in love with you if you aren't speaking to her?" Eddie asks rhetorically.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I am not going to date anyone until we become big and famous rock stars." You say.

"Come on. The difference between you and Chrissy is cute…" Eddie says, not wanting you to give up on this new found thought of liking Chrissy.

"Eddie, please…" Your sentence ends there and you see him nod in understandment.

He pulls up into the parking lot and cut the engine. You two crawl out of the van and walk towards the store. You recognize Steve’s hair right away, swearing it has only gotten bigger. Eddie walks with you, right up to the counter.

"Hey Harrington, my friend here…" he motions to you. "...is looking for Buckley, is she in?"

"Yeah, she just got here like a minute ago, give her a minute. Can I ask why she needs to see Robin?" Steve asks.

"Uh… y/n tell him." Eddie says.

"I paused Fast Times at 53 minutes and 5 seconds." You say, still not sure why you had to say it like that, since you've never actually seen it.

"Oh, no shit? Robin will love to know there is someone else like her." Steve says.

Robin comes from the back, her eyes going wide when she sees you. "Oh shit, Steve, you know how I was going off about the fight in the hallway. It was her, y/n."

"Well, she just told me about what time she paused Fast Times at." Steve says casually.

"Oh, no shit? You two were breaking up?" Robin asks.

"Uh, no… breaking up in a sense of friendship, but…" You are not ready to admit it out loud.

"She has a huge crush on Chrissy and I need you two to help us find a way to make them friends again so she can tell her." Eddie says.

"Huh, Cunningham?" Robin says.

"They've only been best friends since y/n was born." Eddie’s tone is almost mocking how you usually say it.

"Yeah…" You say. "Uh, you guys can come to my place… and then we can brainstorm I guess. Like at like 5:30?"

"We'll be there." Robin says with a smile.

Steve slides you a pen and paper. You jot down the address and slide both materials back to him. Eddie and you say bye then leave the store. You two get back in the van. Engine gets turned over by Eddie and he takes off. You two arrive at the rehearsal space. You didn't want to do all of what was happening today, but Eddie is still incredibly hard to turn down.

The band practices for the quaint hour they had. You've never seen Eddie get straight down to business, he usually goofs off for the first ten minutes. Eddie drives you home afterwards. He cuts the engine when he gets in the driveway. You sigh as you recognize the car that was sitting there.

"Give me like five minutes." You say as you climb out of the van.

You walk to the door and open it. Sure enough, Mrs. Cunningham and Chrissy were on the couch.

"Hey Y/N. Chrissy told me about your little exchange at school." Mrs. Cunningham says.

"Did Chrissy also tell you that one of her friends called both her and I fags for fighting over oreos?" You ask her.

"It doesn't matter. Chrissy isn't a fag and neither are you. You apologize to her and we'll be on our way. Chrissy has a long day tomorrow. Cheerleading scouts are coming out to watch them practice." Mrs Cunningham says.

"Fine, whatever, Chrissy, I am sorry." You say.

"What kind of half ass apology was that?" Chrissy says.

"Chrissy…" her mother starts.

"No mom, that was so half assed." Chrissy says.

"Chrissy Cunningham, I am truly and honestly sorry for my behavior. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." You apologize, only half serious.

"I accept your apology. Here." Chrissy holds out your friendship bracelet.

You smile as you hold out your wrist. She ties it back on your wrist for you. You two squeal and hug it out. She pulls from you though.

"Glad that is settled. Come on Chrissy." Mrs Cunningham says.

"See you aunty. See ya Chrissy." You say.

Chrissy and Mrs Cunningham leave. You sigh out a breath, like you've been holding it in for ten years. Eddie sees the pair of women leaving, waving to Chrissy, who waves back with a smile. He can see her mother scold her. Eddie climbs out of the van with his lunch pail and walks to the front door, being met by you opening the door.

"Ugh, I guess Chrissy and I are on okay terms again. But I am not going to hop right back into being her friend again." You say as you move out of the way to let Eddie in.

"Well, that makes our job easier... now, how to make Chrissy Cunningham fall in love with you..." Eddie says he sits on the couch, plopping the lunch pail on the coffee table.

"I don't know." You say.

"You’re the only person in her life that knows every detail about her." Eddie says.

"Yeah, but that still doesn't matter. I dont think I've ever seen her head over heels in love with a guy." You say.

"Maybe she's never felt genuine love with a guy?" He asks.

"I mean she's been crushing on boys as long as I can remember, but she's never told me that she's in love with someone." You say.

"Huh..." Eddie says.

"Let's wait for Steve and Robin before we get ahead of ourselves." You say.

The couple minutes of a Robin and Steve free house was nice. Soon the pair comes in, blabbing already about the idea that they had. Robin had jotted down her and Steve’s idea. You had to stop them to let them know that you and Chrissy were on speaking terms again.

"Just kiss her when you are over at her house." Robin suggests.

"No." You say.

"Ask her to watch Fast Times and then ask if she paused at any moment." Robin keeps suggesting.

"She's a beast and can sit through any movie, just fine." You say.

"Ask about the po-... Steve, this one is terrible." Robin says.

"That one was your idea..." Steve points out.

"Oh... yeah..." Robin says.

"That one is a no. I don't need to know." You say.

"Okay, what about... bringing her flowers before her practice tomorrow." Robin says. "Steve, that is so sweet."

"That's the one. It's a kind and romantic gesture that cannot be spun as something else." Eddie says, taking a drag off the joint before passing it to Steve.

"Yeah, but is it too romantic?" You ask.

"You literally want to fuck her, who cares if it's too romantic." Steve says.

"He has a point, y/n." Eddie says.

"Maybe small romantic gestures then boom, you hit her with the big one of 'I like you Chrissy!'" Robin suggests.

"That's the one." You say.

Everyone cheers. You four all share the joint. Eddie gets up to order the pizza. You take the time to get to know Robin and Steve a bit better. The night goes well. Robin, Steve, and Eddie left around 10pm.

As the morning rolls around, you get up in the morning. You get yourself ready for the day. You walk outside and see Chrissy waving at you from the passenger side of her mom’s ride.

“Come on Y/N!” Chrissy says with a sweet smile. She is so pretty.

“Alright.” You take a moment to lock the door. You walk to the car. You get in the back seat.

“Your mom asked me to pick you up today. However, you will need to catch a ride home.” Mrs Cunningham says.

“Yes aunty.” You say.

The drive to high school was Chrissy and you screaming all the words to ‘Piano Man.’ Mrs Cunningham pulls up to the curb. Chrissy and you get out of the car. Chrissy and you walk into the school, chatting about the upcoming scouting meeting. Chrissy informs you that was hoping that UCLA was coming.

“Chrissy!” Missy says. “We have to see Coach this morning.”

“Okay. Bye Y/N, love you!” Chrissy says as she parts from you.

“Love you Chrissy.” You say quietly.

You walk to your locker and shuffle around the things you need today. Eddie walks up to you.

“Hey sweetheart.” He says casually.

“Hey baby.” You say with a small eye roll.

“Listen, I have Hellfire tonight, but if you hang out - afterwards, we can smoke.” He says.

“Hey, can I use your van then? I need to get the flowers.” You ask.

“Uh, yes! If you pick up some soda and snacks for us.” Eddie says and he hands the keys to you.

“Thanks sucker.” You say with a grin.

Eddie rolls his eyes and walks off from you. You carry on with your day. Making the long haul to lunch, which you just leave and pick up flowers and the snacks that Eddie asks for. You come back before lunch is over. You walk over to the table. You set down the snacks and his keys.

“There are your snacks.” You say.

“Thank you doll face.” He says.

“Do you think this bouquet is too…” You ask.

“No…” Eddie says quickly.

“Sweet. Now or before?” You say.

“Now or before what?” Dustin asks.

“Nothing Henderson.” You and Eddie say.

“Before.” Eddie says.

“Fine.” You say. “Thanks Eds.”

You move yourself from the table to head over to your locker. You manage to put the flowers in there. You close the locker and see Chrissy there.

“Hey Chrissy.” You say.

“Listen, after cheer practice, do you want to hang out? I want to go get milkshakes.” Chrissy says.

“I am going to hang out with Eddie tonight to smoke… if you wanna come.” You say.

“I can meet up with you afterwards. I know that milkshakes after would be nice.” Chrissy says.

“Do you want me to bring Eddie along?” You ask.

“Oh come on, I just want alone time with you. I feel bad about yesterday.” Chrissy informs you.

“Aren’t you having the most stressful afternoon of your life? And you are worrying about me?” You ask.

“God forbid, I want to make sure my best friend is okay.” Chrissy says with a smile. You melt a little bit.

“8:30?” You ask.

“8:30.” Chrissy says.

“Oh hey…” You open your locker and grab the flowers. You hand them to her. “I got them for you. Uh, as a good luck thing. I am stoked for you!” You flash a little smile.

“Awh, thank you!” Chrissy says.

You two hug and she walks off, smelling the flowers. You watch her, feeling your heart skip a beat. You close your locker. It feels like a successful first move.

The day carries on as you float through your last few classes. You stand at your locker and exchange your books. You take in a deep breath.

“Y/N!!!” Chrissy says as she walks to you. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck bestie!” You say with a large smile. “I love you Chrissy. You got this. They would be crazy to not choose you.”

“You think so? I am so nervous.” Chrissy says.

“Don’t be. You got this.” You say with a smile on your face.

“Can you come watch?” Chrissy asks.

“Uh, let me check in with Hellfire before… I will be there, I promise.” You answer her.

“Okay. I have to stretch!” Chrissy says as she walks off. “THANK YOU FOR THE FLOWERS!”

“NO PROBLEM!” You say loudly.

You watch her walk away. You feel your stomach do somersaults. You walk towards the Hellfire room. You peek in and see Eddie setting up his DMing set. You smile as you walk in.

“Hey, I am going to… watch Chrissy.” You say. “I’ll be back in time for you to give me a ride.”

“Fine. Go watch your girlfriend.” Eddie says, not taking his eyes off of his set up.

“Thank you Eds, I love you.” You say as you scamper off.

"Uh-huh." Eddie says quietly in response.

You make your way to the football field. You go and sit in the stands. You watch Chrissy do her routine. Chrissy takes a moment to wave at you. You wave back. They keep doing their routines. You don’t find it too interesting, but for Chrissy, you’d sit through a million of these. The routines come to an end. You pick up your bag and walk up to the fence that separates the field from the stands. Chrissy walks over to the fence.

“You did great.” You say with a smile.

“Thank you for watching.” Chrissy says. “Listen, we have to go to the locker room… Did you see the scout from UCLA?”

“Uh, I think so.” You say. “Go… before you get in trouble.”

You watch her walk away. You walk back into the school and head towards the Hellfire room. All you hear is Eddie.

“THAAAAAAT’S A MIIIIISSSSSSS!” Eddie says.

“You’re an idiot.” You say and he glances at you.

“Be nice or you will walk home.” He says.

“Fine, I’ll be quiet here in the corner.” You place yourself on top of an empty desk.

The campaign comes to a good stopping point after another hour. Eddie and the boys clean up. You look over at him.

“How was cheer?” Eddie says as he pulls a face. It was an odd sentence.

“Boring, but you know…” You say.

“Yeah. You ready?” He asks.

“Hey, do you want to get milkshakes at like 8:30?” You ask.

“That is stupid specific?” He says. “That’s like an hour. We can definitely get high in that time. I am good on milkshakes though.”

“Can you take me?” You ask.

“Yes, I will be the vestal to take you to your date.” Eddie says.

“Just until my mom gets back…” You roll your eyes. “Then I can take her car.”

He puts the last thing in his bag and slings it up on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

“Chrissy… does like you though…” You whisper.

“Well, that might be a road bump then,” He says.

“Yeah, so maybe you could just drop me off?” You ask.

“I like you better when you didn’t have a massive crush on someone who has a massive crush on me. We were a good trio.” He jokes.

You two walk out of the Hellfire room and walk to his van outside. You two get in the van and get in the back. He lights a joint almost instantly. He takes a long hit then hands you the joint. You also take a long hit off it, handing it back. He exhales out some smoke. You exhale after a moment. You two repeat that rotation until the joint is gone. You feel like you’re on cloud nine. He drives you to the diner, pulling up to the front.

“Go get them, tiger.” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“Shush Munson.” You climb out of the van.

You walk in and see Chrissy sitting there, daydreaming. You sit in front of her, smiling at her.

“Hey, so?” You raise an eyebrow.

“No one got offers tonight. Our coach says that they’ll put out offers tomorrow.” Chrissy says. “I got us each a chocolate cookie and cream milkshake.”

“Thanks Chrissy.” You say with a grin.

“Where is Eddie?” She asks.

“Uh, home by now, or almost I would assume.” You say.

“Damn, hoping on getting a big scoop of Munson tonight.” She says with a small wink.

You can’t help the small frown that pulls on your lips. “Uh, yeah, maybe next time. Besides you said you wanted to hang out with just me.”

“I do but, I am all tense from cheer.” She notices the frown and her eyebrow shoots up. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a lil…” You get distracted by the waiter who puts down the milkshakes. “YOU GOT SMILEY FACES FOR US. UGH, CHRISSY, I LOVE YOU.” You take off the cherry eyes and pop them in your mouth.

“Right, I forgot about why you hung out with Eddie. Is that all you do with him?” She unwraps her straw and puts it in the milkshake, taking a sip.

“No, we rehearse. And smoke. And sometimes we talk about you. And sometimes we talk about Hellfire.” You say after swallowing down the cherries.

“You talk about me?” She says.

“Yeah, about how pretty your smile is and how it lights up a room. And your laugh, that could cure depression because it’s so happy. And your gorgeous eyes…” You ramble off as you open your straw and stick it in the milkshake, taking a sip.

“Eddie says those things?” She looks almost hopeful.

You might be high, but you were not about to admit to her how you feel. “Uh, yeah. I think if you ask him out, he would say yes.”

“Maybe I’ll see if he wants to come to Jason’s party.” She says with hopefulness.

“Uh, no, we have a show at the Hideout.” You say.

“What! You’re letting me go to some dumb party and didn’t tell me about the show! Y/N!” She pouts a little.

“It’s no big deal, just our first Saturday show. I had to flirt with the slimey manager to get us there.” You mumble.

“Your first Saturday show! Y/N, I am going to kill you. I want to go. What time?” She asks.

“Uh, I think like 7:30.” You answer.

“Perfect! I’ll go to the show then the party.” Chrissy says with a smile.

“Perfect!” You say with a fake smile. Not perfect. She’ll be around Eddie. She’ll fall in love with him. They’ll get married. They’ll…

“Y/N? Are you okay? Seriously, what is going on with you lately?” She asks.

Your hand moves to touch your cheeks as soon as you notice tears flowing down your face. “Fuck, I am sorry. This shit is good. I am going to have to ask Eddie for more.” You grab a napkin, but Chrissy already has one and wipes your tears.

She leans back in her spot. “Oh, right, aunty is getting back tomorrow. You’ve been without her for two days. So much freedom.”

“Yeah, that’s it. I miss mom so much.” You say, which was a half lie.

“Let’s finish this up, mom will be here soon to grab us.” Chrissy says.

You two slurp down your milkshakes. Only taking little breaks when you would get brain freeze or you two would get into discussions about what you two would do in California, because let’s face it, you were moving with her, regardless of what happens. You two finish your milkshakes and Chrissy pays for them. You guys walk outside. Chrissy has her arms tuck close to her body, shivering a little bit. You shimmy off your coat and hand it to her. A black leather jacket might not be her style, but your jacket certainly looks cute on her. Her mom pulls up and you two crawl into the car. The car ride was quiet for the most part. It mostly was her mom asking questions about school and cheer. You watch the street lights move fastly past you. You recognize the streets and when Chrissy’s mom pulls up in front of your house. You thank her and get out of the car. You walk to the house and unlock it. Once you are inside, you squeal a little bit. That definitely felt like a date… sort of. You relock the door and walk to the phone. You dial up Eddie’s number.

“What up?” Eddie so carelessly answers the phone.

Your eyes roll. “Eddie! Hey! So, I fucked up a little bit.”

“What did you do?” He asks.

You can hear a faint rustle of a chip bag. “I told Chrissy that if she asks you out, you would say yes.”

“Fuck, how high were you?” He asks.

“Very.” You admit. “I also told her about our Saturday gig, which she is coming to, so I assume that is when she’ll make her move.”

“You got yourself in a pickle, huh?” He questions. “How was milkshakes?”

“Good, chocolate cookie and cream with a stupid face in the whipped cream.” You answer.

“You are a girl after my own heart, Y/L/N.” He responds.

“Listen, bring more of that shit to the gig. It is the only way I am going to deal with Chrissy being there.” You inform him.

“She is your best friend. She wants to be supportive, Y/N, so let her.” He says. Why is he so full of wisdom?

“Goodnight Eds.” You say.

“Goodnight princess.” He says so coyly back and hangs up.

In the morning, you spent about twenty minutes looking for your leather jacket. It was your staple piece. You roll your eyes as you give up. It isn’t even cold, long sleeves will do. As you bounce downstairs with your neatly straightened hair, long sleeve black W.A.S.P shirt, and a pair of jnco shorts you scored at the thrift store, you see your mom walk in the house.

“Mom!” You say excitedly.

“Baby!” She says back.

You two meet in a hug in the middle of the living room, both hanging on to each other for dear life. She looks at you for a moment.

“The car is fueled up if you wanna drive today.” She says, sliding the key into your hand.

“How was Indianapolis?” You ask, holding the key tightly after.

“Good, boring. Clients are idiots.” She answers.

“Always idiots. I love you. I have to leave for school. I left the change from the food on the kitchen counter. I think there should be enough for the diner tonight, if you want to go.” You say as you kiss her cheek after.

“Why do I feel like a teenager?” She asks with a laugh.

“I don't know.” You say with a chuckle. You walk to the front door.

“I love you, sugarbear.” She says with a smile.

“I love you.” You respond.

You manage to get out of the house and into the car within seconds. You fiddle around to find the tape you always leave in here. You groan when you can’t find it. You just turn on the radio and the music fills the car of your tape. Your mom was listening to your music on her way back? She is adorable. You drive off to Chrissy’s house, seeing her mom and her walking out. You turn down the music.

“CHRISSY!” You say from the driver side, after rolling down the passenger window.

“Go.” Her mom says.

“Y/N!” She squeals as she runs to the car. She gets in the car.

You look at her for a minute. “You punk! That is my jacket!”

“Yeah? It goes with my ensemble today. I feel like Sandy.” She says.

“Yeah? Whatever… Don’t be mad when Gareth approaches you and asks you to name three songs by Slayer.” You say starting the drive to school.

“Hell Awaits, right? It came out this year. Black Magic and shoot, what is that one?.... Oh, Haunting the Chapel.” Chrissy says with a big smile.

“CHRIS! I would be so hard right now if I had a penis.” You say with a chuckle.

“You have played all those. I am good with remembering song names.” She defends herself.

“I can’t wait to brag to the whole school.” You say.

“I wanna surprise Eddie.” She says.

Of course she did. “Duh!” You comment.

You pull into the parking lot, next to your favorite idiot’s van.

“I am going to have lunch with Eddie today. I didn’t get a chance to yesterday because I got those flowers for you…” You trail off.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Chrissy says.

You two exit the car after you cut the engine. You see Eddie getting out of his van.

“Hey Y/N!” He says. “Oh hey Chrissy. Wearing the big girl jacket today?”

“Hey! I know songs by people on this jacket!” Chrissy says with a slight flirty tone.

“Name a couple.” He eggs her on.

“Hell Awaits, Black Magic, and Haunting the Chapel.” She says.

“Well damn, Y/N, you did good with this one.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“It’s been my hardest project.” You joke.

“Stop being so mean.” Chrissy says to Eddie with a smile on her face.

“Cunningham, you are wearing a black leather jacket over your little cheer uniform, you’re not exactly edgy now.” He says.

“Eddie, be nice.” You say.

“Fine. Hey, practice today at 4pm. We have to before our show tomorrow.” Eddie says.

“Got it.” You say. “Come on Chrissy, you have to see if you got any offers.”

“See ya Edd.” She sings as you two walk off.

You two get inside of the school and head straight towards the locker room. All you two see is a bunch of senior cheerleaders standing around a paper that is hung up on the coach’s door. A couple of them are crying.

“I am nervous. Go check for me.” Chrissy asks.

“Gotcha Chris.” You say.

You push yourself towards the front. Cunningham, Chrissy - University of California - Los Angeles, University of Southern California, University of Texas, Indiana University. You try to hold in your excitement as you make your way back to her.

“So, University of Texas and Indiana University made offers.” You see her face fall. “However, USC AND UCLA MADE OFFERS! CHRISSY YOU DID IT!” You pull her into a big hug. She holds on to you for dear life. You spin her a little bit. All her dreams are coming true. You want to kiss her so bad right now.

“I can’t believe it. UCLA?!” She squeals as she jumps up and down.

“You got this. You start now, you can get those grades up and we can work on a kick ass college application paper. You can definitely do this Chrissy!” You say excited for your best friend.

“I can’t wait!” She says. She couldn’t look happier. You two are still holding each other. “Thank you for believing in me. I am going to need you at every home game while I cheer for UCLA! You are my good luck charm.”

“I will be there. Every home game.” You move a hand to stick out your pinky.

“Deal.” Her pinky wraps around yours.

You two giggle while leaving the locker room. Chrissy and you walk to her first period. You stand there a moment, glancing at her, eyes trailing from her eyes to her lips but would snap back to look at her eyes. She is also looking at you.

“The bell is about to ring, you should probably head to class.” She says.

“Uh, shit, yeah… I am gonna go to class.” You walk off from her before she could even say anything.

Once you get near your class, you dip into the bathroom. You walk into a stall and take a deep breath. You all of a sudden felt very overwhelmed. She is going to UCLA. You, though, were going to try to get the band a record deal. You two's dreams were different, way different at this point. Would your feelings even matter when she was going to leave eventually? You let out an audible sob.

“Hey, girly, do you need a tampon or something?” A familiar voice questions.

You open the door and see Robin. You wipe your face after feeling a tear go down your face. “No, no, I am good. It’s not that time of month, it's everything else.” You say to her.

“Is it…” Robin is about to start, but she takes a minute and sees that you two are alone. “Chrissy?”

“Yes, it always is. She got a scouting offer from University of California - Los Angeles. She has her life planned and I was thinking about it and I am like do I even fit in her picture?” You admit.

“Holy shit, that’s cool. That’s great for her.” Robin says. “But, listen, I am sure she sees her best friend in her life forever. She loves you and will accept you no matter what.”

“Yeah, but Rob…” You say.

“You need to do more romantic gestures, so she knows.” Robin nods her head. “Can I hang out tonight, we can discuss more?”

“Come to The Hangout tomorrow at 7:30. Eddie and I have band practice and my mom and I are going to the diner for dinner tonight.” You answer her.

“Yeah, of course!” She says just as the bell rings.

“Oh no, we better get to class.” Your eyes roll.

“Oh no, what a shame.” Robin says.

You two made no effort to leave the bathroom. You cave first though and Robin is quick to follow you out. You two go to your separate classes.

The day slowly drags on, a normal feeling for a Friday. You go over to Eddie and the Lost Boys, sitting yourself in a spot closest to the dungeon master.

“I swear Gareth, the pat-” Eddie starts but is distracted by you sitting down next to him. He is even more distracted by the fact you put a ham and cheese sandwich with lots of mayo (like he likes) down in front of him. “Why did you make me a sandwich?”

“I felt like being nice when I woke up this morning.” You say, knowing all he has in his lunchbox is cocaine, weed, and a couple of those small bags of chips and a half eaten pack of m&ms. “Plus, you have to last the entire practice. We don’t have time for mid-practice pizza.”

“I love mid-practice pizza.” Gareth says.

You glance at the drummer. “Yeah, then we can suck and never get a Saturday night gig ever again.” The male band members groan as you are being the usual band mom to them.

You glance at Eddie, who was in the middle of taking a bite, “I can’t stay for pizza breaks and smoking after. My mom and I are going to the diner afterwards.”

“So what? Like 8?” Eddie asks as he has his mouth full.

“For being such a gentleman, you should know better not to talk with your mouth full, but probably close to 7:30.” You say.

He sticks his tongue at you, showing him the chewed up food. You roll your eyes. You just go quiet, listening to conversations happen around you as you eat your lunch. You put an oreo in your mouth. You feel Eddie’s eyes burn a hole in your skin. You hand him an oreo, which makes him squeaks almost, taking the cooking from you. You had two left. You get up from your spot. You finish eating the oreo you were working on.

“Oh please, Y/N just left her jacket at my house, so I decided to wear it. Why is it a big deal?” You hear Chrissy ask her friends.

“Because she’s a fa-” Missy starts, growing quiet as she sees you walk up.

“Hey Chrissy. I had these leftover.” You put the oreos down in front of her. “Uh congrats again on UCLA.”

“Thank you Y/N.” Chrissy says as she takes the bag.

You just glare at Missy and start to walk away until you hear the words leave Missy’s lips. “She’s a fag, obviously.” You turn yourself back around and walk over to the table. You get down in front of Missy’s face.

“I swear Dickins call me a fag one more time, I’ll make sure that you can’t cheer for the rest of your boring ass life. Don’t project onto me just because you only got a recruitment offer from Indiana University.” You say, with a big smile on your face.

“Oh please. I am not scared of you, freak.” Missy says.

You lean up from in front of her. “Then swing at me… Swing. Hit me.” You see her shocked face. “Yeah, THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT, DICKINS!” Your tone is condescending. Everyone's eyes were on you. “YOU BETTER BE SCARED OF ME.”

“Y/N, please stop.” Chrissy's voice is a whisper.

“ARE YOU PROJECTING ONTO ME? MAYBE YOU HAVE THE HOTS FOR CUNNINGHAM, HMMM DICKINS?” You absolutely are lost with rage.

“EVERYONE KNOWS FREAKS ARE ALSO FAGS THAT’S WHY YOU AND MUNSON HAVEN’T DATED YET.” Missy snaps back with.

“THEN WHY DID HE TELL ME THAT HE FUCKED YOUR MOM? HUH? IN YOUR BED TOO.” You say, eyes moving over to Eddie, who was trying to not laugh and totally ready to play along.

“HE DID NOT -” Missy starts.

“DICKINS AND Y/L/N, MY OFFICE NOW!” The principal steps in.

You see Chrissy let out a heavy sigh. You and Missy both walk with the principal to his office. You both sit in the chairs that face his desk.

“Listen, this is the second time someone has said something Missy calling you a fag. God, I don't even like that word. Missy, that is slur, therefore it is bullying. I can suspend you for bullying and you don’t want that on your record. Indiana University can take back their offer based on this alone.” He says. “Now, Y/N, for God’s sake, we do not accuse other students of sleeping with other student’s mothers, regardless if it is Munson or not. We don’t appreciate the theatrics that you and him cause in our cafeteria. We also do not threaten each other, regardless if it is self defense or not. That can also get you suspended or worse, expulsion. I know you cannot afford that. You two are seniors. You need to be setting an example of more than just the teenage drama at school.” There is a lull in his words for a moment. “I want you two to apologize to each other or I will call your parents and let them know what you two have been up to during your school hours.”

You let out a small sigh. You turn to face Missy. “Missy, listen, I am sorry for all I said. I just got carried away.”

“You’re forgiven. I am sorry for calling you a fag and a freak.” Missy says.

“You are forgiven.” You say.

“You two are dismissed. Enjoy your lunches… from opposite ends of the cafeteria, please.” The principal says.

“Yes sir.” You both say.

You walk out of this office with Missy. Chrissy and Eddie are both waiting for you. Chrissy walks up to you two, obviously panicked. You see Eddie hanging back, you wish he didn’t.

“Well?” Chrissy asks.

“We had to apologize to each other. That’s it.” Missy says.

“And?” Chrissy eggs on.

“That’s it Chris.” You say. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You walk to Eddie.

“An apology?” Eddie asks.

“Easiest lie I’ve ever told.” You whisper.

He smirks. “Did he call your mom?”

“No, thankfully. I should be good for the show.” You say.

“Sick.” Eddie says.

You two walk back into the cafeteria. You collect your lunch items. You throw your trash and sit yourself back in your spot.

“You’re not in trouble right?” Gareth asks.

“No Gar.” You mumble.

The bell rings and you go off to your locker. You exchange your books and head off to your after lunch class. The rest of the day drags from there. At the final bell ring, you get up and leave as quickly as possible. You drive yourself home. You see your mom on the porch, tending to the flowers in her flower pots. You cut the engine and go over to your mother.

“Hey honey, how was school?” She asks as she checks the soil moisture with her finger.

“It was okay.” You answer. “Uh, in like thirty minutes, can you take me to our practice space? We’re gonna practice until like 7:30, then you and I can get dinner.”

“Sounds great sweetie.” She says, holding out her hand.

You slide your keys into her hand. “Chrissy got a recruitment offer from UCLA.” You inform her.

“What! That is great for Chrissy! I always knew she could do it.” She says.

“Yeah! I am stoked for her. She was so nervous yesterday.” You say.

“Well, maybe we will ask them to join us, to celebrate.” Your mom says. “I am sure Laura would love that.”

“We can also celebrate my band’s first Saturday show.” You ask more than say.

“Yes, of course! You kids are growing up.” She says.

“Cool.” You simply say.

You head inside and sit on the couch. Your homework fills your lap and you keep your attention on it as you hear the front door open and your mother comes in.

“So Monday, I will be in Indianapolis for the whole week.” Your mom says.

“Uh, why?” You ask.

“My client is insistent that I watch over every little thing that goes on.” She answers.

“But, they know you have a child right?” You respond.

“Yes darling, they do, but… It’s a good paying project and I want to be able to get your graduation present that you have been dreaming of.” She hints.

“A BLACK 1980 SQUIER PRECISION BASS?” You ask so excitedly, throwing your books off your lap as you stand up.

“That’s the one.” She says.

“Oh my God! You can be gone for the whole month. I don’t care!” You say happily, pulling her into a tight hug. “I can’t wait to rub it in Eddie’s dumb little face.”

“Speaking of, has he asked you out at all?” She is being nosey and you know it. She releases you from the hug.

“Yeah, but I turned him down. He is a great confidant.” You say with a shrug.

“Okay, I was worried I was going to have a chat with Wayne about you two.” She says with a chuckle.

“Nah, nothing.” You sit back down, collecting your homework.

“Let me know when you finish and I’ll take you over early.” She says, sitting down on the other end of the couch with a book.

“You got it.” You say.

About twenty minutes later, you had all but one assignment done. It is stupid and you did not comprehend it at all. You put all your stuff back in your bag and hop up.

“Alright, let’s go melt some faces off.” You say.

“Better bring some aloe then.” Your mom says as she bookmarks her page and puts down her book.

You look at your mother, enjoying her trying to be ‘metal’ with you, but in her own mom caring way. You two head outside. You both climb in the car. She turns the engine over and drives to where your band practices. She asks questions about the gig on Saturday and if you were okay with her not going. You tried to protest, but secretly happy that she didn’t want to go. She drops you off at the practice space. You get out of the car, but Eddie takes a moment to talk to your mother.

“Y/N!” Eddie says happily. “Thank you Mrs Y/L/N for dropping her off. How was Indianapolis?”

“You know Edward, full of idiots.” Your mom responds. “Let me know if you and your uncle need anything, okay?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll ask him tonight and I’ll let you know tomorrow.” Eddie smiles at her. “The world is full of idiots.”

“Yeah, you have…” Your mom takes a moment to count your band members. Your mom was the best. “Including you, 4 idiots right here.”

“Damn, ouch Mrs Y/L/N. You even included Y/N in that, harsh.” Eddie shakes his head.

“Can you stop trying to fuck my mother so we can practice?” You ask.

“Y/N, don’t try to cockblock me.” Eddie says loudly.

“Sorry Edward, you are way too young for my type.” She says.

“Ouch again Mrs Y/L/N. Until we meet again.” Eddie walks away from the car.

Your mom drives off and you roll your eyes at his theatrics. The band gets started on practice pretty much right away, which again surprises you that Eddie could focus long enough to start practice and not waste time with endless talking. You keep yourself in a perfect rhythm. You know you guys need to get into a recording studio to make a song. You guys finish rehearsing at 7:30 like you want and your mom pulls up at 7:30 on the spot.

“We are totally ready.” Eddie says.

“I am excited.” You say. “Well, see ya dorks later. I am going to get some grub.”

You walk over to the car. You get in the passenger seat. You look at your mom who just greets you with a “Hi sweetie.”

“So, uh, we were going to stay at The Hideout until like midnight tomorrow. Is that okay?” You ask.

“Of course, as long as you get home safe or stay at someone’s house. Just leave a message on the answering machine if you do that.” Your mom says.

“Thanks mom.” You say.

You fill your mom on everything that happened at school while she was gone, choosing to leave out the Chrissy and Missy stuff. You also tell her about your new friends, Robin and Steve. Your mom goes off about how snotty Mrs. Harrington is, so she is surprised to find out that Steve is so sweet and caring. Your mom parks in the parking lot and cuts the engine.

“I am not missing anything, am I?” You mom vaguely asks.

“Hm?” You hum in response.

“Being away so much this month, I feel like I am missing out on your life.” She answers.

“Mom, you’ve raised me, pretty much by yourself. I am 18 now. I know to go to school and come home and do my homework without being told. I can cook myself dinner. You’ve raised an incredibly independent daughter. You’re not missing out on my life. You paved the way so I can have a good life. You’re working extra hard for no reason but to get me my dream bass, which I am surprised that you could even remember. You’re so supportive with the band. You treat my friends so kindly. You’re a great mother and I love you.” You comment. You move a hand to wipe a tear that was starting to well up in your eye.

“I love you too, kiddo.” Your mom says as she leans over the middle console to hug you. You hug her back with much need.

“Besides, I know Chrissy and Eddie are my best friends, but you are truly my best friend, mom.” You say. Do you tell your mother right here and now? The timing seems right. “Mom…?”

“Yes baby?” She asks.

“I’m ga-....” You start.

“I know. Moms always know. I still love you. You are still my world, baby girl.” She kisses your forehead, your eyes watering up. “Besides when you said you turned down Eddie… I knew right then and there. He’s a handsome charming guy.”

You laugh and wipe your face again. “You know, Wayne is just like him.”

“For the last time, I am not going to date Wayne Munson.” She says.

“Mom, come on. He’s single. You’re single…” You start.

“If you say one more word the rest of the night about this, I will ground you and you will not be able to do your show tomorrow.” She says.

“Yes ma’am.” You grumble out.

You two get out of the car. Your mom throws her arm around you as you two walk to the front doors of the diner. She holds the door open for you and you two walk in. You two get your usual table. You mull over the menu as you feel your mom’s eyes on you.

“So is there anyone…” She starts.

“Uh, if you must know, yes… but she’s not on my team.” You say back, quietly, as not to out yourself to the entire restaurant.

“Oh shit. Really? Do I know her?” She asks.

Your brain almost short circuits at that moment. She can’t have her blabbing to her best friend that you have a crush on Chrissy, especially since she said that you two aren’t fags. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

“Alright… “ She grows quiet.

“It’s complicated. Eddie found out Wednesday and it was weird to speak out loud. I feel like I have been holding it in.” You say, knowing Hawkins is not the place for the couple of queers that it did house.

There are a few more moments of mulling over the menu before the waitress comes over and you two order what you usually order. Your eyes gaze around the familiar diner.

“Did Chrissy and her mom not want to celebrate?” You ask.

“They are going to celebrate Sunday during brunch.” She says. “She asked if we would come and I said yes.”

“Okay, cool. It’s wild that Chrissy got UCLA. I get to move out there with her, probably with the boys. She wants me to go to every home game to be her good luck charm.” Your heart swells at the thought of watching her. “I know California is far from Indiana, but we can make it work.”

“What about you though dear? Like if the band stuff doesn’t work out.” She asks, obviously a little concerned.

“Well, I plan on applying to UCLA or maybe USC, work some stupid student job, make the boys work as well. We’ll practice music on the weekend and save enough money to record a song to start applying for record deals. Eddie already has a little saved towards that.” You inform her.

Her lips curl into a smile. “I am glad you have it all planned out. What if my daughter becomes a rockstar and tours? What about Chrissy then?”

“She can sell merchandise.” You say.

“That’s your dream, not hers. What if she wants to cheer for the Los Angeles Raiders and can’t join you on tour?” Your mom asks.

“Mom, I think we can survive that if we can survive high school.” You reply.

“Okay sweetie.” She says.

You two talk about how your mom’s work is going. Her clients definitely were idiots like she said. The food gets set down after talking for another ten minutes. Your mom and you quietly eat, not much conversation going on. After you two eat, your mom pays the bill. You two pile back into the car. She drives you two home.

“So, do you really think Wayne is handsome and charming?” She asks.

“Uh, yeah!” You say sort of excitedly.

“Okay, shush. I am sure he and I will run into each other because of you kids.” She comments.

You just smirk, can’t wait to tell Eddie about it when you two get home. The rest of the car ride is full of your music mix. Your mom only slightly mentions that she likes Motley Crue. You two arrive home. You immediately get out, leaving your mom in the dust. You unlock the door and head straight to the phone, dialing Eddie’s number.

“Wayne speaking.” Wayne’s voice fills your ears.

“Hey Wayne, is Eds there?” You ask. You see your mom walk in and make herself comfy on the couch.

“He should be, give me a moment.” Wayne speaks softly. You can hear him call for Eddie.

“What’s up sugar tits?” Eddie says.

“Hey baby.” You say with a chuckle. “Did uh, Wayne need anything? Remember like my mom asked.”

“Uh shit…” Eddie says. You hear a faint ‘Wayne, Mrs Y/L/N wanted to know if we needed anything.’ You don't hear a reply back. “He said, and I quote, no we are good, but if she needs some company tomorrow night while you kids are playing, I have a certificate to that new pizza place that I got from work.”

You just squeal. “My mom and your uncle need to hook up.”

“That’s what I have been telling him.” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“Then we can be cousins.” You speak.

“Uh, pass…” You can hear Eddie’s grin.

“Oh! I also meant to brag at practice, but my mother is saving her money from this project next week to get me a graduation present.” You sing.

“And what is it?” Eddie asks.

“1980 black squier precision bass!” You say.

“No fucking way. That’s fucking awesome.” Eddie says.

“That’s what I am saying.” You comment.

“She’s so fucking cool.” Eddie comments.

“Right! She also said she’s been liking Motley Crue a lot lately.” You grin as you see your mother shoot you a look.

“Your knowledge of badass music spreads to the best people.” Eddie hums out.

“I told my mom…” You say not wanting to utter those words.

“That you’re?” He asks.

“Yeah. She supports.” You comment.

“Did you tell her about Chrissy?” He questions.

“No, I can’t… not until something happens.” You say.

“Fair enough.” He comments.

“Hey, I gotta go. My mom and I are gonna watch a movie.” You inform him.

“Alright, good night babycakes.” Eddie chuckles.

“Goodnight lover boy.” You hang up the phone after that. You walk to the couch and sit down next to your mom.

“Are you sure you’re not… what is that word…?” She asks.

“No mom, totally 100%...” You answer her.

“Do you always call Eddie little pet names?” She questions you.

“Only because the big doof says them first. It’s his thing.” You comment.

“Fair enough.” She says.

You get up to put in a movie for real and sit back down next to your mom, Star Trek two. Your mom was a trekky in a Wars world. You two sit there and watch the movie. You end up falling asleep, leaning up against her. Your mom pulls the blanket you had around yourself closer to your body. Her hand smoothes up and down your spine. This reminds her of when you were little and never could stay up during a movie. You never did get to finish Snoopy, Come Home when you were 4. You had Peanuts everything growing up, so your mom was so excited to rent the movie, but after ten minutes you were out like a light.

After the movie ends your mom lightly shakes you awake.

“Hmm?” You mumble out, not bothering moving or opening your eyes.

“Baby, go to bed.” She says.

Your eyes open and you whine slightly. “Okay, okay.”

You get up off the couch and walk to your room, moving at the pace of a mummy. It doesn’t take long from the moment you hit your bed to fall asleep. You wake up in the morning, groaning from being in the same clothes you had on yesterday. You end up taking a shower and getting half ready for the day. You can smell the smell of bacon float through the air. You end up in the threshold of the kitchen, your mom was cooking, giggling into the phone.

“Yes, she was out like a light. Reminds me of when Chrissy and her used to do that all the time when they were babies.” She chuckles. She is definitely talking to Mrs. Cunningham. “Yeah, Y/N mentioned moving out there with Chrissy, I swear they must be secretly attached at the hip and we don’t see it.” There was a lull. “Yeah! Alright. I have to finish breakfast. I love you.” She hangs up after a moment. She turns on her heels to hang up the phone and jumps in her spot, chuckling. She moves to hang up the phone.

“Good morning baby.” She greets you.

“Good morning mom.” You say.

“Bacon is almost done. I have a stack of pancakes in the microwave to stay warm. My timing is never right when I cook.” She says.

“Thank you.” You say simply as you walk to grab a plate from the cabinet.

You fix yourself a plate of food and gather all the fixings for it. You sit at the table and start to eat. You groan happily, your mom’s breakfasts were always the best. She always cook the best. It could be the nastiest food known to man, but if your mom cooked it, there was a big chance that you would eat and enjoy all of it. You see her sit down with her plate. She fixes her food up like how she likes and she eats happily.

“How was aunty this morning?” You ask between bites.

“Well, you know the Cunninghams? They had breakfast with Phillip’s parents this morning to tell them the news. They were excited for her.” She informs you.

“Oh cool.” You say.

“Is Chrissy going?” She asks.

“Yeah, she really wants to see Eddie.” You say, seeing the look on your mother’s face. “Nope, let’s pretend that I didn’t say that… Don’t tell Aunty Laura. She’ll kill Chrissy for not going after Jason. You know how she cares about how her family looks.”

“I won’t tell Laura.” She assures you. “I am just surprised… they’re so different, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s my fault. I forced them to get along to the point where Chrissy started to fall for Eddie.” You point out.

“True, but still Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson… they would be cute.” Your mom says.

We’d be cute too, you think. “Yeah definitely.” You just agree. You push around your last few bites.

You two eat the rest of breakfast in silence. You aren’t sure how you were going to pass the time today until tonight. Your mom excuses herself after a few minutes, saying she is going to get a head start on her upcoming project. You watch her walk to the spare room you guys use as an office space for her. You take the time to clean up the kitchen for her and do the dishes.

As the time slowly trickles over to 5:30, you feel relieved. You were ready to go. You had to be at the venue at 6:30 to set up. You convince your mom to grab a pizza on the way to Eddie’s. You two arrive and you walk to the door knocking on it.

“Hey Y/N, Y/M/N.” Wayne greets as he steps out of the way and lets you two in.

“We brought pizza!” You say with a smile. “Eddie and I have to eat and head over.”

“Y/N insisted we get here early to have pizza.” Y/M/N says.

“That’s fine with me. I was just debating on what to cook. So, I’ll take it.” Wayne says.

You barge into Eddie’s room. He was adjusting himself in his jeans.

“Jesus Y/N, you can’t just barge in.” He says with a small eye roll.

“Oh please, you are only half naked. I have seen you shirtless so many times.” You say with a small smirk. “Plus, you know I have no interest in you.”

“Your mom is here, she can’t see me indecent!” He says as he pulls on a cut-off shirt that was slightly cropped.

“Babes, she doesn’t care.” You say. “Do you need eyeliner?”

“No, not tonight.” He shakes his head. He loads up his pants with all his accessories and the things he keeps in his pocket.

You stand there a moment, hearing your mom and Wayne chatting and laughing. “You hear that?” You whisper.

He pulls on his shoes. “Yeah. Looks like we are doing it.” He whispers back.

You two walk from the bedroom to where Wayne and your mom is at. You grab a slice of pizza from the box. You eat and sit down on the couch. Eddie grabs a piece of pizza and joins you.

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. How was your day?” Eddie asks.

“Oh, you know, waiting around for Y/N to go off to this gig.” Y/M/N says.

“Oh yeah, same with Wayne. You guys just want to get rid of us.” Eddie comments.

“Soon, after graduation we can be Los Angeles bound and get a record deal and become rock stars!” You say to him.

Eddie and you eat your slices as you two listen to Wayne and Y/M/N chat. Eddie eats two more slices and you eat one more. You guys then excuse yourselves as it was time to go. You two go outside and get in the van. Eddie turns the engine over and drive to the practice space to pick up equipment.

“Do you think Wayne likes my mom?” You ask.

“I have never seen him laugh so much, so maybe.” Eddie answers you.

“So, what do you think about Los Angeles?” You ask him in a serious tone.

“I know you want to go because of Chrissy. Y/N, we’ll need to record a song.” He says.

“And we will, but we need to make connections and then we can record a song… one of our own songs. Then we can be big musicians and still come to Hawkins for Christmas.” You say.

“And I can get Wayne a house.” Eddie mutters.

“Yeah, you can.” You say. “My mom could design the interior for him. She went off today about how her clients wanted cerulean and then proceeded to pick out lapiz.”

“Aren’t those both blue?” He asks.

“Awh, who paid attention during art class?!” You say with a smirk.

“You are so mean.” He chuckled. “I was painting one of my D&D figurines and the container so happened to be lapiz.”

Eddie pulls up and parks the van. You two both get out and help Gareth and Jeff load up the van with the equipment.

“Be careful, idiot.” Gareth says as Eddie almost drops the cymbals. “Those are only ones I have.”

“Jesus Gareth, calm down.” Eddie says with a smirk.

Gareth rolls his eyes and you bite down on your tongue. You take a small breath through your nose. You didn’t feel like being band mom at the moment. You guys get everything loaded. Jeff and Gareth get in the back. Eddie and you get in the front. Eddie gets you guys to the venue, rather quickly. You guys were quick to unload the equipment. Gareth takes it upon himself to get his own cymbals. You guys get all set up and did a small sound check. You were starting to feel nervous. You look over at Eddie. He just smiles at you. You guys had about fifteen minutes until you go on. You peek out your head from the stage area. No Chrissy.

“She isn’t here…” You say.

“She’s not?” Eddie asks as he moves to peek his head out, scanning the faces.

“No…” You feel a bit dejected.

“Come on, she has Carver’s party tonight too. It probably just skipped her mind.” Eddie says.

“But…” Your eyes are watering up. “I went to her stupid cheer thing and she knew this is so fucking important to me.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Eddie looks panicked almost. He wipes the tear that does escape your tear duct. “Maybe she’s running late.”

“Maybe she hates me.” You whisper.

“Y/N?” Robin asks.

You sniffle and look at Robin, throwing on a smile. “Hey Rob! Thanks for coming!”

“What’s with the water works huh?” She asks.

“Chrissy isn’t here.” You say.

“I could have sworn I came in behind her.” Robin states. “Well, she’s dumb for missing her best friend’s important event. I am going to grab Steve, he got caught up chatting with a dumb girl.” Robin leaves the backstage area.

“See, Robin said she might have seen her.” Eddie says.

About five minutes until you guys go on, Eddie looks again and nods his head. “There is a real cute blonde in the front, Y/N.”

“SHE CAME?” You say almost way too excited. You peek out and see Chrissy standing there, still wearing your jacket. She looks so cute. “Fuck, she’s so cute.”

“You really like her huh?” Eddie asks.

“So much.” You say.

“You need to tell her.” Eddie says.

“Yeah, I can’t…” You start.

“Take over the vocals for ‘Nothing Else Matters.’” Eddie says.

“Wh-what?” You question him.

“Come on, just do it.” He says. “Jeff and Gareth, Y/N is doing ‘Nothing Else Matters’ tonight.”

“Yes boss.” Jeff says.

“In fact, we are playing that first.” Eddie says with a smirk.

“Munson…” You start.

“Nope, no ifs, ands, or buts.” Eddie informs you.

You guys get called to the stage. You move to grab your bass, slinging it on. You make eye contact with Chrissy for a moment and smile. Her smile is beaming back at you. Eddie starts the notes for ‘Nothing Else Matters’. Soon the rest of you join and you start singing into your microphone. Chrissy’s eyes go wide as you focus on her. The song then ends and you guys transition into your first usual starter song. You proceed to have fun for the rest of the set, the fact you serenaded Chrissy lives in the back of your mind. Eddie thanks for giving you guys a listen and you all walk off stage. The curtain closes. You guys start to reload your equipment. You and Eddie then join the regular crowd, only getting a few people telling you guys that you did good. Jeff and Gareth move outside to smoke. Robin and Steve join you guys at a table.

“That was so good. Y/N, I could feel your love in the song!” Robin says.

“Yeah, it was good.” Steve says.

“Y/N!” Chrissy says as she squeals a little, pulling you into a hug.

“Hey Chris!” You say, hugging her back.

“You didn’t tell me that you did vocals!” She says with a smile.

“Uh, Eddie surprised me tonight. Let me do our first song.” You say with a smile.

“You guys were so good. I thought you were great.” Chrissy plops herself to sit on your left thigh.

You snake an arm around her. “Don’t you have Carver’s party?” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you two.

“Well, it’s only 8 and his dumb little party doesn’t start until 8:30.” Chrissy says. “Abigail, you know, brunette, mid left of the pyramid? Anyways, she’s grabbing me, so I am pregaming a little bit.”

“Good ol fake ID?” Robin asks.

“The bartender thought I was cute. Gave it to me for free.” Chrissy giggles.

“How many have you gotten for free?” You ask.

“Just two. Feel my face.” Chrissy moves to grab your hand and put it on her cheek. “So warm huh?”

“Very.” You say.

“Eddie, your vocals are amazing. You definitely have a voice for music.” Chrissy says as she moves her attention from you.

“Yeah, thanks Cunningham.” He says. “Congrats on UCLA, Y/N won’t shut up about it.”

“You told them?!” Chrissy asks you.

“Yeah, I was excited for you.” You answer her.

“Well, thank you Eddie.” Chrissy says. “Hey, I am going to see if I can score another free drink. I’ll be right back.” She moves off your lap to get the drink.

“Oh my God.” You whisper as she walks away.

“Her skirt is so short.” Robin says.

“Yeah, she’s not leaving much to the imagination.” Steve says.

You take a deep breath. “She literally sat on my lap. I could feel her ass on my pants.”

“She has to like you, there is no way.” Eddie says.

“Maybe… She …” You start, but Chrissy rejoins the table and your arm moves around her waist again.

“What did I miss?” She asks.

“We were talking about your outfit! Y/N and I love it.” Robin says.

“Thanks Robin… right? We have math together?” Chrissy asks.

“Yeah, math.” Robin says. “No problem.”

Chrissy slurps down her drink, letting you take a sip. Your face flushes as you look up at her as you sip. You are unsure how much time has passed. Your head is spinning.

“Hey, it’s 8:30.” Steve says.

“Oh shit, walk me out?” Chrissy asks you.

“Ye-yeah.” You barely say.

You two both get up and you take her hand. You two walk to the front. You two walk outside. She immediately looks for Abigail’s car. She doesn’t see it.

“Abigail is always a few minutes late.” She says.

“Well, I hope you have fun.” You say.

“I would if you were going.” She half begs.

“Yeah right.” You mutter.

“I love hanging out with you, regardless of who we are around.” She comments.

“Yeah, I love hanging out with you, but being around Missy…” You trail off.

“Yeah, I know… We are seeing each other for brunch tomorrow. I can brag about how good you were tonight.” She closes any gap between you two.

You squeeze her hand and she squeezes yours. “Chrissy?” You start but there is a horn beep.

“What?” She asks.

“Nothing… go, Abigail is here.” You reply.

“Tell me first.” She insists.

“Uh, nothing, I just like you.” You say.

“Yeah, you better like me. We are best friends.” She says.

“No… I like-like you.” You sigh a little dejected, feeling juvenile.

“Oh…” She responds with. “Uh…” She starts to walk off. “I’ll call you when I am home from Carver’s party.”

“Okay… I’ll be at Harrington’s.” You say as you watch her get in the car.

You feel tears fill your eyes. You walk over to where the van was, sliding it open and sitting down. The tears start to flow down your face. You are there for probably ten minutes and on a verge of a panic attack.

“Hey, she’s here!” Steve says after opening the door to find you. “Hey kiddo.” He moves to sit in the van, pulling you into his lap. His hand running up and down your back in a soothing manner, his other hand wiping your tears. “What are 5 things you can see?” Eddie and Robin join you two at the open door.

“I… the equipment, the stupid rug Eddie put in here, you, Robin, and Eddie.” You still have tears running down your face.

“What are 4 things you can feel?” Steve asks, still wiping your tears.

“The cold air, your hand, my jeans, and your shirt.” You answer him.

Robin watches him awe.

“3 things you can hear?” He continues to ask.

“Eddie kicking rocks, my own heart beat and the faint music of the headliner.” You say. You are feeling a lot calmer than earlier.

“How you feeling?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask.

Steve puts up a finger. “What about 2 things you smell?”

“Cigarettes and weed.” You answer.

“1 thing you can taste.” Steve finally asks.

“Uh, the alcohol from whatever fruit drink Chris had.” You say.

“Now, how are you feeling?” Steve asks.

“Better…” You say.

“You’re a fucking wizard, Steve.” Robin comments.

“You told Chrissy?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, she said ‘Oh…uh… I’ll call you when I am home.’ I am such an idiot.” You mumble.

“Oh come on, give her time to think.” Robin says.

“Yeah, thinking time. That’s all she needs.” Steve piggybacks off of Robin.

“What a good idea Steve, how did you come up with it?” Robin says.

“Well, I know what people need…” Steve starts.

“Shut up Steve…” Eddie says. “I am sure she does.”

You just nod your head. You and Steve climb out of the band. Eddie pulls you into a huge bear hug. You like the pressure he was providing, so no complaints. You four head back inside. Robin is able to score beers for the whole table. You guys drink a little bit. Sooner or later, Eddie takes Jeff and Gareth home, meanwhile he takes you and him to Steve’s since you were waiting for your phone call there. Steve and Robin are already there. You do take a moment to call your mom and left a voicemail to let her know you are at Steve’s. Steve finds more beer in the back of his fridge, collecting them for you four. You guys drink a beer. Steve’s phone finally rings after two hours. Steve picks up the phone.

“Harrington residence.” Steve answers the phone. “Yeah, she’s here. Hold on.” He hands the phone to you, mouthing ‘Chrissy’.

“Hey Chrissy.” You say quietly.

Eddie takes Steve and Robin’s hands and leads them to the back door, to give you privacy.

“Hey Y/N.” Chrissy sounds surprisingly sober.

“What’s up?” You want to act like tonight didn’t happen.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” She says.

“What?” You snap back.

“I literally couldn’t have been closer to you tonight. I sat on your lap for fuck sakes.” She says.

“But you have a crush on Eddie.” You say.

“No, I don’t. I’ve never had… well maybe a small one, but Y/N…” Chrissy says. “I love you. I will always love you. I just want to love you for the rest of my life.”

“Wait… I am sorry. You like-like me back?” You ask for clarification.

“What are we middle schoolers?” She says with a laugh. “Yes, you fucking idiot.”

“Chrissy…” You say with a smile. “I want to love you for the rest of my life too.”

“I wish I was there.” She says.

“Uh, no you don’t. Harrington’s house is so quiet, it’s creepy.” You say with a laugh.

“Yes, I do. Creepy or not. I want to kiss you… And I am not going to be able to kiss you until…” Chrissy says.

“Monday… Eddie can pick us both up.” You say.

“No… I am not kissing you Munson’s van.” She says. “Especially not for our first time.”

“What? No fun… Our spot in the woods?” You ask.

“Where Eddie also deals? Only if he doesn’t have one going on.” She says.

“Okay. I love you… girlfriend. I’ll see you tomorrow at brunch. Wear a cute dress.” You say, twirling the cord around your finger.

“I love you, girlfriend. Wear that cute red plaid skirt. I love it on you.” She says.

“Deal.” You say.

“Deal.” She says back.

You stand there for a minute before you hear the phone get hung up. You hang up the phone and squeal. You walk to the back door and open it, interrupting the whole conversation happening.

“Well?” Eddie asks.

“She’s my girlfriend. We are going to kiss at your dealspot, so no deals on Monday.” You say.

“You got it! Congrats!” He stands up and pulls you into a hug.

“YAAAY!” Robin says excitedly, joining the hug.

“Congrats!” Steve also joins the hug.

Fast forward to Monday, the final bell rings and you book it out of class and to the spot. You sit on the bench, feeling your leg bounce. It was so hard to not kiss her at all yesterday. You two held hands under the table though.

“Y/N!” Chrissy says as she walks over to you.

“Chrissy, hey!” You feel your heart swell up at the sight of her.

You stand up and slide a hand onto her face. You are about to lean forward, but she beats you to it. You are quick to reciprocate her kiss. Her arms are moving to go around your neck. You could cry. You finally get to kiss her. She parts from the kiss.

“I wanna tell my mom.” She says.

“Tell her. I don’t give a shit. You are perfect and if she kicks you out, you know my mom will take you in.” You move your arms to go around her waist.

“I love you.” She states.

“I love you.” You respond.

There is another quick kiss shared before you two part. Her and you walking out from the woods and to Eddie’s van - he offered a ride home at lunch.

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[karinasbaby]

tmi of the day?

favorite drink / bvg ?

favorite day of week ?

favorite tumblr color mode ?

favorite word ?

favorite song ?

last mutual u saw on dash ?

favorite moot game a moot did for u ?

favorite aesthetics ?

favorite show rn ?

top celeb crush rn ?

favorite snack / junk food rn ?

last song u listened to ?

hello my dear anon !! thank u sm for sending this to me >< !!

i had a tangerine today & remembered seph (imy)

one of my fav drinks is blueberry smoothie so :0

friday :D !!

dark mode so i can feel mysterious and mischievous

wtf bcs i always witness questionable stuff for some reason (ik it’s not a word and a phrase but we ball)

currently it’s one in a billion by enha & apply yourself… then touch a bag by ben reilly !!

pretty sure it was either wvnkoi or pprodsuga (my fav ppl)

the quiz for knowing which enha song you are that rkvriki tagged me on !!

dark academia :0 & y2k and so much more that i can’t remember rn

i’m not watching a show currently :/ i am however planning on starting an anime— vinland saga !! hopefully i’ll watch it soon

top celeb crush is jake & henry cavill rn 🧎‍♀️

chocolate cake :d

crush by seventeen !! ♡

#this was so fun thank u sm for sending this to me anon :0 !! #♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ #asks & responses <3 #— stella can’t stfu (•̀ ᴖ •́)❗️

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Your Aesthetic Word

Dormiveglia

In Italian, dormiveglia means half asleep; it's that short period of time right before waking up. If you got this result, I feel like perhaps you're not too keen on belonging here. Is there a world you've created all by yourself, where you're happier? You’re a professional daydreamer, head full of fairytales and gaze deeper than the ocean. You’re probably into reading, into finding anything that would help your mind escape. You remind me so much of a cat sleeping on a windowsill, undisturbed. I hope you find your place in this world, too.

Tagged by @antvnger

Tagging: You. You’re it.

Question 9 is an open-ended question, and my answer really ties into my quiz results. I wanted to add it here for my personal reasons.

There’s a numbing agent to stagnation that simultaneously soothes yet irritates. Have you ever looked at your life, wanted something different, but didn’t know what you want different, never mind how to make it happen? And it’s not like life is bad. Life is relatively good. In fact, things are better than they were. Yet the heart still pines for something or someone or…I don’t know. That’s the problem. Stagnation’s numbing agent doesn’t keep me from knowing I need something different but it keeps me from knowing how to accomplish it. But I will try to figure it out.

#tb got tagged #tag game #uquiz #aesthetic word #aesthetic #this is so spot on it’s scary #daydreaming #escapism #professional daydreamer #maladaptive daydreaming #thinks for thanking of me

[valorums]

AESTHETIC WORDS

take the linked quiz from the perspective of your muse

Shi’al’s aesthetic word is DORMIVEGLIA.

in italian, dormiveglia means half asleep; it's that short period of time right before waking up. if you got this result, i feel like perhaps you're not too keen on belonging here. is there a world you've created all by yourself, where you're happier? you're a professional daydreamer, head full of fairytales and gaze deeper than the ocean. you're probably into reading, into finding anything that would help your mind escape. you remind me so much of a cat sleeping on a windowsill, undisturbed. i hope you find your place in this world, too.

`➠⠀:⠀⠀ ACQUIRED FROM :⠀⠀ @luposcainus

TAGGING :⠀⠀ @jedibarsenthor (Drak), @mvndrvke (Satine), @sithdestined (Anakin), @khenobi (Obi-Wan), @stars-written (Nil-Rae), @unwaivering (Seth), AND YOU.

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