#michalchvk

[snakesimp]

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.) / for alex @michalchvk

it’s not unlike anything that’s happened before, paige’s fingers brushing against her’s as they mill about alex’s kitchen. in fact, it’s pretty modest in comparison. just an accident, nothing special. except everything is special in this new, post-paige kiss world. she’s trying not to magnetize little things though, allows a passing smirk to screw the corner of her mouth up.

“you keep getting in my way,” alex laughs exasperated, reaching over the blonde’s space to grab an onion. the underside of her arm slides against paige, she tries not to hold her breath. “spaghetti really isn’t a two-person job, y’know. nobody likes a backseat chef.” brow curves matter-of-fact, passing a sidelong glance. “what, you don’t trust me not to fuck it up?”

[rockthistown]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— stop one wording me. 😒 from @michalchvk

( ellie ): why ( ellie ): does ( ellie ): it ( ellie ): annoy ( ellie ): you

[phonestalked]

𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 :   @michalchvk​​​

“   no,  wait,  wait,  wait  !  let  me  get  a  do - over.  that  totally  didn’t  go  the  way  i  wanted  it  to  !   ”

[popwells]

"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no." / for zac @michalchvk​

“ paige michalchuk  ... has anyone told you how hot you look today? “ zac hums as he comes swinging around the hallways corner, leaning against the locker beside the blonde as mischief fills his eyes. and of course, before his pitch is even started, he’s shut down. causes him to groan, head dramatically banging against the locker before he tilts his chin down, blue eyes still lifted to glance at paige. “ oh, c’mon blondie... at least let me ask first. “ he deadpans, tilting his chin back up as he lets out a heavy sigh. “ it’s sunny 16th next weekend and i need.. “ his hand waves, tongue struggles to find the word help. ugh, fuck it. “ look, i don’t fucking know how to throw chick birthday parties. “ his idea of parties involve beer and pizza, but this was his sister he was talking about. this was important, at least to her. “ it’ll be at our house, but i need someone to decorate and invite some of the girls from spirit squad. preferably the hot ones. “ he states, dimples extending out with his smirk. right, this was about sunny. he shakes his head, crossing his arms lazily. “ so if it’s a no for me, at least make it a yes for sunny. “

[callieopes]

                                                   @michalchvk​

“ cheerleading isn’t really my thing. “ cool voice tells as she makes herself comfortable on the bench in the school cafeteria. fingers work on opening her sea-foam colored lunch box, leg crossing over the other before callie forces her eyes back up at the other blonde. “ i’m just not looking into joining any school-festivities. i already take tennis outside of school, so between that and actual schoolwork, i won’t have the time. “ though, she’s sure her mother would much rather see her daughter doing cheer and climbing up the social chain it’s all a disinterest to callie. fingers pinch at her apple slices, pauses it by her mouth to add:

 “and the uniforms are... really not my style.“

[empathos]

@michalchvk​ asked: “I look better in this than them, right?” / for tammy

eyes flicker between the dauntingly similar outfits, analyzing them ( & stalling till she was able to find something to cement her answer ). within a few beats she places her hand out to paige with a sympathetic look. " totally. do you see how she accessorized ? " there's a brief moment where she glances all too pointedly at the other girl, almost daring her to notice how the pair were observing. it was a move she hoped would earn her some cred with the blonde by her side.

" she's got one foot stuck in her mothers closet. you definitely don't. " with a small smile, tammy pulls at the hem of her coat " do you wanna borrow my coat ? if you put your belt over it, it'll be like a whole new look. "

[thrillorarc]

@michalchvk said 'every breath you take is no love song.' / for craig

          ‘ yeah , i’m aware i’m no romeo , but thanks for the reminder , paige. ’ craig let out a loud groan as he looked up at the ceiling. ‘ for what it’s worth , i don’t mean to be such a jerk. i guess it’s , i don’t know , hereditary or something. ’ he winced at the thought. ‘ no offense or anything , but since when do you care ? ’

[revoltosoarch]

@michalchvk​  sent  ✐

"  call  me  crazy,  i  was  born  to  make  a  mess.  "

[royalbards]

@michalchvk​ asked: ❛ are you sure you’re okay ? ❜ for evelyn

" yes, paige. " it's a lie through & through. & it wasn't like paige wouldn't notice. she was one of the most observant people she'd ever met. her ability to spot imperfection & chaos below the surface was impressive, & something that evelyn really admired. however it was hard to say so when she was under inspection. " i'm fine ! really. i'm happy people are having fun. you should be having fun. it's just a lot. " she waves around the atmosphere, a nicely decorated house filled to the brim with people. evelyn liked a good party, in fact going out was something she did at least once a week if not more. however in her own home, where her brother is the center of attention & his antics were on full display ? she liked that less. 

the younger of the bard twins didn’t by any means feel responsible for him, but she knew how he got if she went off the rails instead. & he could get pretty annoyed about that, being the protective older brother. especially since she normally kept her wild side to herself & out of his way & knowledge. but how else was she supposed to make it through tonight sober when she already had her OWN issues she needed to process. school, boys, family life, boys. it was too much, so fuck it.

finishing off her drink, evelyn averted her eyes anywhere that paige couldn't meet them. " let's get another drink ! "

[revoltoso]

mistletoe / accidentally !! @michalchvk​

jackie’s pushing her way through crowded room, towards the kitchen where the makeshift bar is. christmas decorations scattered across the room really has her stomach aching, not really a big fan of the holidays. figures some alcohol will do her good. she catches paige around the counter, causes jackie to step beside her and glance down at punchbowl. “ god.. please tell me this is spiked. “ she murmurs, reaching forward plastic cup. and suddenly her eyes catch sight of plant hanging above them, recognizes it from those shitty hallmark movies she can’t resist watching while stoned off her ass. 

corner of her lip can’t help but twitch into shit eating grin, causes her to glance over at paige. “ hey, michalchuk -- “ she pauses, looks back down at punchbowl and tries her best to shield her smirk, act all casual and such. “ you believe in the mistletoe brings good luck shit or what? “ 

[snakesimp]

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w / @michalchvk​

[ alex ]: hi drunk paige [ alex ]: mmm think you gotta have been under someone to be over them [ alex ]: who are you w?

[rockthistown]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— hey where were you today? from @michalchvk

( jt ): wait how did you know ( jt ): are you keeping tabs on me? 😱 ( jt ): my gma (grandma) made me stay home because i said the same word as her (i said jinx first btw so she owes me a soda) but apparently that’s a bad thing so she spent all afternoon feeding me magic soup (that tasted like chicken noodle) and i’m still not even sure if that’s reversed it or what ( jt ): but anyway back to the point ( jt ): you were keeping tabs on me?!

[madisns]

❝ you’re high as a kite. ❞ @michalchvk​

“      um..      “      she’s trying her best not to let out a laugh, because in reality, she knows nothing is funny. but the rattling in her head, the fuzzy look in her eyes that makes it look like there’s two paiges, it has her biting down on her bottom lip, chin pressing against her neck, and one hand holding herself up on the nearest wall. finally, madison nods, stifles out a laugh as she rolls her head.      “      yeah.. that’s kinda what happens when you smoke a lotttt of weed.      “      and mix it with your painkillers. but madisons unsure which got her the highest.

[popwells]

"don't be naked. i'm coming in." / for sunny @michalchvk​

sunny had just finished peeling on her shirt when she hears paiges voice outside the locker room, which causes the blonde to adjust the fabric and pull her hair to the side. taking a small step to the side in order to fully reveal herself to the other, sunny warps her arms around herself and the corners of her lips tug into a sheepish smile. “ i’m ... changed. i mean, i’m not naked. come on in. “ 

[jtdorks]

[ bruise ] sender finds receiver with a bruise / tries to help receiver cover up a bruise

"what’s the damage, doc?” jt wheezes, his eyes completely shut as paige inspects the array of bruises he collected in a verbal-turned-physical fight. some asshole had been bad-mouthing paige, and no one shits on his friends except him. “will it need to be amputated? please don’t tell me you have to amputate it. that’s my favourite arm. what am i going to do without my favourite arm?” jokes were his go-to coping mechanism, even in throbbing pain like this. 

[ellienashs]

[ fashion show ] sender tries to help receiver choose an outfit

ellie’s room was a mess. but no, not her typical organized mess with loose papers in organized piles or a clean and dirty pile of clothes. this mess was akin to a tornado running rampant on a small town made out of sticks—only the sticks were ellie’s clothes and the tornado was paige. “you know, when i asked for fashion advice, i didn’t think you’d take it upon yourself to reorganize my closet too. does this service cost extra? because i’d like to return it.”