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“Can I play with your hair while you read your book, or would that be distracting?”

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "You don't need to ask," Chrissy casually replied. She was used to this by now and didn't get nearly as distracted as Eddie did when she would talk at him when he was busy. Perhaps she was just able to multi-task and focus better than Eddie was. Well, that was obvious. "I'll give you your choice of prize if you can french braid my hair," the blonde challenged, looking up from her required reading homework. Regular braid would be too easy, and a dutch braid would be a tad too difficult. Goldilocks of challenges. "I love having my hair played with, you know this. Just go ahead and do it. This is your overarching permission."

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Do you want me to pat you on the back?" Chrissy asked in a completely unimpressed tone. "Like, 'Doesn't suck as much as he could? Good job." Her tone was venomous when it came out. Because, of course, he had to commend himself in a time like this. It absolutely irked her to no end. So while Eddie was talking, the blonde mostly tuned him out, letting her mind wander to other things. Where was Fluff? What about her homework that needed to be done? Instead of getting right to it, she and Eddie had been at each other's throats instead. She would need to tune him out so that she could work on it.

--- Rounding on him as she tuned into his useless babbling again, Chrissy's eyes narrowed. "I sure as hell don't feel bad for you, Eddie Munson. Any of this you did to yourself," the teen said, voice low and snapped. "Well, that's presumptuous," she said, needlessly cruel on her part. The thing about Chrissy was that she held everything in. She bottled it up and let her feelings sit and fester and eat away at her. By the time things finally exploded, things were more poisonous and acidic than they never needed to be. Or started out. Her anger, when she lashed out on it, caused her to be cruel- And she knew it.

--- "Truthfully?" she rhetorically asked, "I'll believe it when I see it."

It wasn’t okay though, Eddie knew that. He hoped Chrissy would forgive him, but this wasn’t something that they could - or should - just forget about and brush under the rug. “…you’re welcome. Look, a… a lesson is being learned here. On my part. Or if you prefer, obvious truths I’ve been avoiding are being pointed out - and I need to address them. Certain habits and behaviors needed to be improved. If not eradicated. I need to be more open and honest with you. Even when I’m nervous as to how you’ll react… or when I’m uncomfortable talking about it. No secrets, no coddling. You’ve never pushed me or pried, you’ve been… so good to me. Good for me. I want to be good for you. That’s not me saying that I’m not, or that I haven’t been…”

Yeah, he was monologuing - he needed to shut the fuck up. Time to wrap this up. Not end the conversation, but more… let her get another word in. So that it was an actual conversation. “don’t mean to be all self deprecating pity party, try to make you feel bad for me instead of angry. I just. I know I can be better, I want to be better, and I know that’s what you deserve. I mean. I know you love me even when I’m not at my best, but I want to be my best self. For you, for me… for the both of us.” Chrissy and Eddie, they were -should have been a team. Not necessarily codependent (that was another discussion) but partners. That’s how a relationship worked, right? He was pretty sure? He hadn’t been a horrible boyfriend, but he knew he hadn’t been the best one either. He knew he didn’t need to be the best, but he knew that he could be better. Again, he wanted to be.

“I love you, Chrissy. More than anything. I never want to hurt you, take you for granted, make you feel… bad. In any way. I know, need to work on a life outside of you… but you’re always going to be the most important person in my life. And from now on? You’re gonna always be kept in the loop.”

[havvkinsqueen]

-- The pic / video of Grace wearing a Chicago Bulls bodysuit has opened my third eye wide open FR.

[havvkinsqueen]

I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills…

  ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘔𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 ᴄʜʀɪꜱꜱʏ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢʜᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛ4     ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ, ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ       ᴇꜱᴛ. 7-18-2022

ᴄʜᴇᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ

[havvkinsqueen]

hurricane with my name when it came , i got drunk & i dared it to wash me away . barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine , well , ME & MY GHOSTS , WE HAD A HELL OF A TIME . i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine , all my girls got their lace & their crimes .

an independent & private portrayal of NANCY MICHELLE WHEELER , freed from the shackles of stranger things canon & treated as an original horror - based character . investigated by phoebe ( 25 . cst . ) this blog will contain triggering content . 21+ preferred . minors do not interact . ©

[havvkinsqueen]

— the vibe I’m currently bringing to my friend’s server;

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Always. I just thought it was sonder or just... Longing for more than life has offered me. Why? Is everything okay?"

❛  do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else?  ❜ / @havvkinsqueen

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Hearing 'you can stay as long as you want' sounded like salvation to Chrissy's ears. She was a runaway, telling her mother that of course she could fend for herself. More than anything, she wanted away from Laura Cunningham. Because one more day would have destroyed her- Spirit and soul killed. "Really?" she whispered, not quite believing it. This was Daisy Jones, after all. Chrissy knew this, who didn't? Everyone knew her and The Six. So to be allowed to just... Stay, no strings attached? She was dreaming.

--- But the question came, it always did. And why would she lie to Daisy since she was being so kind to her. Just a kid from Indiana. "My mom isn't the nicest to me. And I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be as far away from her and Indiana that I could manage," she admitted, blue eyes cast down at the table. Chrissy gave a small shrug before finally looking up at the woman. "I wanted to prove I could do better. I- It's not very like me, any of this. I just. I felt trapped."

home or not , daisy jones has seen the ruin los angeles can cause for girls like @havvkinsqueen. the air of sincerity and kindness , like a reflection of before daisy had found life on the strip. ❛ you can stay as long as you want. ❜ she's across kitchen island , manicured fingers holding mug of coffee. it was now how she made it through long days of studio time and practice. a much better alternative then it had been in the past.

it's placed down against tile , giving curious tilt of head. ❛ indiana is a long way away. ❜ it isn't any of her business , so she's careful to tread. ❛ so why here? ❜ city from the outside is full of glamour in it's appeal. chances at finger tips , stardom and fame. was it the same? not that it mattered , it wouldn't change the offer that stood.

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Yeah? Even if it makes me sound absolutely mad? You'd think of me absolutely differently, I think." @thwolvss

⤻ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 █ ❨ @havvkinsqueen ❩ . ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

❝ you can talk to me anytime. ❞

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Deal," Chrissy countered back. Chrissy always worried about things but he didn't need to know. But it was nice to just be a teenager and just dance. But there was something about Abba that made that easy- Whether out in public or alone in her room with her stereo. Singing out loud when usually she wouldn't, especially in front of others. Dancing something that wasn't choreographed, again, in front of people. "So, tell me about California. I've never been. Probably won't ever be. Do you miss it?" she asked, trying to make some idle chit chat.

" Don't worry about it. " He said as he twirls her. " just have fun okay, I wanna see those dancin' shoes moving princess. " He smiles, slow and easy, eyes falling into their usual half mast position. He's almost relaxed — which is about as relaxed as he ever got without a few beers or half a bottle of cheap whiskey in him. But it was easy to do when he had a cute girl so close. He didn't know what what perfume or whatever she wore but it was wonderful. Her singing was shit but it was the joy in it that made it something incredible.

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---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy looks down the barrel of a gun, focusing more on that than the man holding it. Shaking. This was it for her. Inhale and exhale. This was all her own fault, really. If she didn't cut things so close and her car didn't break down, she would be safe at home. Emphasis on the word safe. But in a way, he looked just as scared as her. Anyone with half a brain would be during The Purge. "No, no weapon. I- I promise," she sputtered out, holding her hands up as if at a police hold up. Swallowing, the waiting and anxiety was really starting to get to her. "If you're going to do something can, uh, can you just do it?"

He keeps his gun aimed, pistol shaking just slightly with a nervous twitch as he lets the situation sink in. She can't be more than four feet tall (okay she's taller than that, but--), but he can't trust anyone. Not tonight. Didn't matter if she looked like she's never hurt a fly in her life-- he didn't know her. She could be the deadliest assassin this side of the purge. Still he recognizes a fear in her gaze, a fear he can empathize with. He doesn't lower the gun though, instead taking a small step back and swallowing a breath as his voice slips out, "Nothing? Not even a weapon?"

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---☁︎｡⋆｡ Johanna reminded her of herself, in a way. Both were quite mousy and shy. And there was an air of something behind the other blonde's facade that Chrissy couldn't quite put her finger on. She often wondered, but never wanted to pry to ask more. Just as the blonde wouldn't want anyone to pry and ask about the pervasive melancholy that she emitted. So, as the two girls wandered about Chrissy did her best to include Johanna in conversation or any decisions they made. "Uhm. Yes and no. I know what I want to do, but what I'll likely do are quite different," she answered, which loosely translated to- I want to do one thing but my mother will likely veto it. "I love writing. I think I'd like to do that and maybe teach dance. But, I'll probably end up in nursing, or being an actual teacher." She looked at Johanna with a small smile. "I think I want to go to either Notre Dame, or Vanderbilt in Nashville. What about you?" She only managed either through cheer scholarships as her grades were mediocre at best.

@havvkinsqueen ( starter call. )

while most other teenagers play sick to stay home from school, johanna was nursing a headache as she tried to take notes in biology. being sick at home means no library in the afternoon. the library is the only thing keeping her from running into the woods and screaming ( or, it would be if she had the courage to ). it's career day, though, who can really blame her for not wanting to miss out? she's silently clung close to chrissy during the presentation. now that they're left to their own devices to walk around and explore, she continues to follow her around. she likes chrissy's presence, even if most of the other cheerleaders scare her. but she can't make it obvious that she's sticking by her? perhaps, if she was feeling better she could've come up with something better. ❝ do you know what you want to do? ❞ a shrug and a glance over her shoulder. ❝ when we graduate? do you . . . have a university or anything? ❞

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---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy's eyes grew wide and she shook her head slightly. "Oh, no. I'm thinking maybe more food would be, uhm, a good thing?" she clarified. "You said it made you hungry, sometimes." And, truthfully, her eating more would be a good thing. Laura would disagree, and her mother's voice in her head ate away at her. "I'm sure I'll like it." Even if she didn't, if it relieved the hallucinations- The nightmares, it would be worth it. If it made the blonde feel like she was traveling through soup, she would like it. There was a quiet between them once more before Eddie spoke to her again. Queen. She hated the title. It was alienating. "You know, you don't have to call me that. I'm just Chrissy."

--- Chrissy watched @edhellfire and giggled at the antic. It was so silly but so... Well, Eddie. The one that she was slowly getting to know at least. The goofy guy who was definitely not mean or scary. "Uh, Cheeseburger, fries, and a sprite? Please?" she tentatively ordered. Rummaging around in her backpack, the cheerleader grabbed her wallet, pulling out money to pay him with.

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"How are you even asking for more right now?" Eddie sounded very amused by her question. It was the way he poised the question, Chrissy didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was probably grinning when he said it - you could hear the grin in his words. "You don't even know if you like it yet." Some people tried drugs out of curiosity, or peer pressure, and ended up not liking it. Eddie had a gut feeling it was going to be like that for Chrissy. He didn't know her, well, at all really but she always seemed to have her shit together and on a high you have no control over your shit. He's assuming she'll hate not having control. "But anything the Queen wants, she will get." Whether that's more drugs, or… as they pulled up to a drive thru window, a cheeseburger.

Eddie rolled down the window, poking his head out as if the person on the other side of the speaker/mic wouldn't be able to hear him if he stayed inside the van. "Yeah, can I get a cheeseburger with fries and a coke. And…" He pulled his head back in and looked at Chrissy. "What'ya want? It's on me."

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy was one for quiet evenings. Whether it was reading, or simply scrolling on her phone quietly in her room. She could be found holed up in her room and, more or less, avoiding her family. It was peaceful, and definitely an area of respite for her. It was the boring Chrissy. The true Chrissy, really. Popular at school, sure, but underwhelming when it came to it. It was a huge source of insecurity for her. If people really knew that and knew her, they would be disappointed. And she couldn't disappoint people.

--- Her phone buzzed and idly the blonde looked at it, tilting her head slightly upon seeing Rachel's name light up. It wasn't an out of the blue thing, they were friendly enough. Similar social circle. But it was more the content of what was in the text that piqued her interest.

[RACHEL AMBER] - Yes?

--- With the sound of knocking following, causing the cheerleader to nearly jump out of her skin.

[RACHEL AMBER] - IS THAT YOU?

[RACHEL AMBER] - PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S YOU.

--- Slowly, she moved over to her window and looked, eyes growing wide seeing Rachel outside. Blinking a few times to take in the sight, Chrissy opened the window. "Hello?"

In  one  of  the  pockets  of  the  thespian's  patch  adorned,  worn  and  torn  jacket,  there  was  a  lined  paper  on  which  she  compiled  a  list  of  everyone  who'd  wronged  her  that  week,  which  was  easy,  especially  compared  to  ascending  the  side  of  the  Cunningham  house—but  of  course,  no  one  should  know  if  and  when  Rachel  Amber  is  struggling,  so  she  made  that  look  easy  too.

She  perched  herself  outside  Chrissy  Cunningham's  window,  invisible  to  the  eyes  of  neighbors  and  passersby—  which  sounded  impressive  but  everything  was  at  this  hour,  minutes  away  from  midnight  —then  dipped  a  hand  into  one  of  the  pockets  of  her  jacket,  producing  her  cell  phone,  which  she  decorated  with  stickers  and  jewels,  and  scrolled  through  her  contact  list  until  she  found  the  cheerleader's  name.  She  then  typed  out  and  sent  a  message.

[  CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    Knock  knock,  Chrissy  Cunningham.

With  that  message,  came  a  tap, tap  on  the  blonde's  bedroom  window.

[  CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    Lemme  in? [  CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    We've  got  business  to  discuss.

Which  in  and  of  itself  was  worth  an  eyebrow  raise  because  until  tonight,  it  was  as  if  Chrissy  wasn't  on  Rachel  Amber's  radar  at  all,  in  spite  of  the  fact  that  they  attended  the  same  school, lived in the same neighborhood  and  even  rivalled  each  other  in  popularity.  Another  tap, tap  against  the  window  occurred  a  minute  after  those  two  messages  were  sent,  aggressive and rushed this time.

[  CHRISSY  CUNNINGHAM.  ]    ➝    Before  I  freeze  preferably!

▐ SEMI PLOTTED STARTER FOR @havvkinsqueen. ♡

[havvkinsqueen]

— Sending so much love to every Chrissy writer. Your taste is amazing! The love and care you give writing her is out of this world. The dash needs more Chrissy’s. You’re doing wonderful. Shout out your favorite Chrissy here!

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Life changed as Chrissy knew it almost overnight. From an aunt she was raised by and the only family she ever knew, to a mother she never knew. It was overwhelming, to be honest. Learning about her family, and everything that entailed. Chrissy had a lot to live up to. She was a Mikaelson witch. She was letting everyone down. The blonde had all this power but couldn't control it. And that felt almost shameful, if it was only the pressure she was putting on herself. A squeak as something shattered, leaning away from the bowl. "Oh. Uhm, yes, she did. I'm sorry," she answered as Freya came into her room. Being a seer was interesting as it was, but the way Chrissy saw things? She didn't always need to perform spells and do divining proper. They just came to her. Like a dream but awake.

--- "I appreciate that," she answered with a grateful sigh. She had enough lectures her whole life. Nothing but. Harsh lessons, too. Quickly, she moved to clean up the larger pieces of glass so that no one got hurt. "I think so. Settling in alright enough, at least. Thank you. Uhm, what should I do with this?"

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⸻⸻ Freya sighed from the door way of Chrissy's room, she'd been listening to the girl attempting to recite a spell for a little while, but after three attempts and a shattering sound, the older witch decided to intervine. "You're a first born Chrissy, your magic is far more powerful than you think, but I'm sure Dahlia taught you enough about that". For the worse Freya could only imagine. When Chrissy made her way into Freya's world, it had been like reuniting with her siblings but so much harder. The witch for years had thought her baby was lost, and it was all her fault. Here and now Chrissy wasn't a baby, she'd passed the puberty years, and with no doubts Dahlia had likely preserved her body the same way she'd done with Freya herself. Her life could have been so much different if she'd run all those years ago.

"I don't want to lecture you about magic right now" Freya smiled softly, she wanted to come across as being nothing like her aunt but only time would tell how much of Dahlia's parenting had really rubbed off on her. "have you settled in okay?"

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ABBA LYRICS STARTERS

“i try to capture every minute.”

“you won the war.”

“a little small talk, a smile - and baby i was stuck.”

“it used to be so good.”

“[s]he always used to look at me that way.”

“one day you’ll find out.”

“the sun is going down.”

“it’s getting dark.”

“i have learned to cope.”

“you can take the future.”

“i know the time is right.”

“everything seemed so easy.”

“one of us had to go.”

“i miss you so.”

“i lose my temper ten times a day.”

“i’d be doing alright, if it wasn’t for the nights.”

“take it easy with me.”

“touch my soul.”

“please, don’t let me down.”

“i don’t have a strategy.”

“one more toast.”

“there’s a voice in me that says ‘you shouldn’t be so mean’.”

“i can see it all so clearly.”

“was it a dream?”

“you are still my love.”

“i still see it all.”

“i must have made my desk about… a quarter after nine.”

“i hid a part of me away.”

“i must have read a while.”

“we had our chance.”

“i was so happy we had met.”

“walking hand in hand.”

“does it mean anything to you?”

“would you laugh at me, if i said i cared for you?”

“i have no friends.”

“i have to sit down for a while.”

“sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture.”

“everybody screamed.”

“i was in a trance.”

“one of these days.”

“what a crazy day.”

“this is goodbye.”

“i have to go.”

“there is nothing we can do.”

“you’re so hot.”

“take it easy.”

“you’re so cute, i like your style.”

“i don’t wanna talk.”

“i figured it made sense.”

“does it feel the same?”

“i wish i understood.”

“you made me feel alive.”

for @neveragcd cause she asked for it and i love her so much (i bet this has been done by someone else many times but here you go <3)