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areyoudreaminof · 1 year

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No Regrets in this Life: A Cassian Playlist

We're back with our good ol' Lord of Bloodshed. Cassian has had a lot of assumptions and descriptors thrown his way. Bastard, warlord, General, bastard, and himbo (my own personal favorite). But underneath his humor, you've got this very loving and empathetic man, who has a lot more emotional complexity than he gets credit for underneath that humor. So I really let myself have a lot of fun with this playlist. I branched out more sonically and lyrically. So come take a look with me behind the cut! And Listen Here!

Ares-Bloc Party

War, war, war, war I want to declare a war My fist breaks your porcelain nose There are other things my hands can do To create or to destroy Mini gods and goddesses First person singular Set it, set it, set it off

The Man-The Killers

Nothing can break, nothing can break me down Don't need no advice, I got a plan I know the direction, the lay of the land I know the score like the back of my hand Them other boys, I don't give a damn

Inhaler-Foals

So can you not go away If just for one day? Impossible, possible How do you feel now? How do you feel now in a war? War sends out for you And throw your fortune away

After Hours-The Weeknd

Thought I almost died in my dream again Fightin' for my life, I couldn't breathe again I'm fallin' in too deep Without you, I can't sleep 'Cause my heart belongs to you I'll risk it all for you I want you next to me This time, I'll never leave

Careful You-TV on the Radio

Not to say, not to say That you shouldn't share the blame There is a softness to your touch There is a wonder to your ways Don't know how I feel, what's the deal? Is it real? When's it gonna go down? Can we talk? Can we not? Well, I'm here, won't you tell me right now? And I'll care for you, oh, careful you

Bite Down: Bastille vs HAIM

You don't have to look any further I've been waiting here for you for time You don't have to look any further You're missing what is right before your eyes No one's gonna stick the pieces Together for you, together for you

HEADBOARD-Lil Ugly Mane

Caught in a fire Buried with you Off in a dream, dream, dream All I know is right now, I'm through

waves-Miguel

Don't stop, I wanna ride that wave All night, I'm gonna ride that wave Look here, I'm gon' surf in it baby Get turnt in it baby, put work in it baby Keep workin' it while I ride that wave Put it out, I'm on fire, fire That’s what I’m about, take me higher, higher, tonight (I'm gonna ride that wave) You got a body built for the beach Do you got that ocean? Body surf, don't sleep, body surf on me

Don't Wanna Fight-Alabama Shakes

What you like, what I like Why can't we both be right? Attacking, defending Until there's nothing left worth winning Your pride and my pride Don't waste my time I don't wanna fight no more

The Fire-The Roots & John Legend

There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say, "Good luck" You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn

10 Lovers-The Black Keys

When I hear them use your name I get all choked up inside It's not only from the shame It's like ten different lovers died Except you're still just a mile away But there's nothing left to say Don't leave us down and out again Cause we might break instead of bend

Who-David Byrne & St. Vincent

Who’ll help the tired soldier? Far from his own hometown Carry these men and women Who get lost when the Sun goes down? Who is an honest man?

TKO-Justin Timberlake

Fair fight, knocked down, then I got over you Can't fight no more, you knock me out What am I supposed to do? Don't understand it Tell me, how could you be so low? Been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit, babe

Young Men Dead-The Black Angels

And out of the black a figure forms A soldier in the sky With a drop of love Trying to set you free Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes And we can't live if we're too afraid to die

Good Times, Bad Times-Led Zeppelin

I know what it means to be alone I sure do wish I was at home I don't care what the neighbours say I'm gonna love you each and every day You can feel the beat within my heart Realize, sweet babe, we ain't never gonna part I feel good when I look into your eyes

taglist: @octobers-veryown, @melting-houses-of-gold, @velidewrites, @reverie-tales, @thesistersarcheron@ultadverb, @c-e-d-dreamer, @andrigyn, @foundress0fnothing, @vulpes-fennec ,@asnowfern,@mossytrashcan, @thelovelymadone, @the-lonelybarricade, @shadowriel, @separatist-apologist , @fieldofdaisiies, @stickyelectrons, @vanserrass, @panicatthenightcourt, @krem-does-stuff, @iftheshoef1tz, @damedechance, @headcanonheadcase, @cursebrkr, @andrigyn, @mossytrashcan, @thelovelymadone, @wilde-knight, @moonpatroclus, @stickyelectrons, @kataravimes-of-the-shire, @mossytrashcan, @sunshinebingo, @filthyglamdoll, @ablogofbipanic

#acotar playlist project #cassian #pro cassian #a little something for the cassian girlies #Spotify

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anotherwvba · 8 months

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20 Questions with Niki Binary

excerpt from WVBA Online Magazine

The boffins here at the WVBA Online devised a series of surveys to get to know our Women's Circuit competitors just a little better. Today, we catch up with none other than our own "I.T. Girl" Niki Binary.

Q: What’s your favorite sandwich and where did you eat it?

A: Odd lead off, but okay. This is easy, a simple tomato sandwich. Tomato with a little Duke's mayo, black pepper, on plain cheap white bread. My grandma used to make 'em for me.

Q: What’s your favorite place on earth?

A: Man, this is gonna sound so cliché. Right now, the ring. Especially after my fight with Cutie Hondo, it's a high you just can't duplicate.

Q: What’s one place you've visited that you never want to return to?

A: Ha! Easy, Radio Shack! Nobody knew what they were talking about, at least not the ones around here. Now, I don't have to.

Q: What’s the best show on TV right now?

A: Not counting us? *wink* Probably Cobra Kai. I love the story and way they show respect to the franchise's history.

Q: If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

A: Tiramisu! Oh man, it would be a short life, but what a way to go.

Q: What’s the worst movie you ever saw?

A: The live-action version of Dragon Ball. And before you go all comic shop and say, "Actually, there were three Dragon Ball live-action movies," one, I know that and, two, I said what I said.

Q: What’s the best thing you’ve read in the last five years?

A: No contest, I just read this book called "Gravity" by Sarah Deming. It's all about a girl from New York that makes it to the Olympics as a boxer against all odds. So inspiring.

Q: What’s the one item of clothing you couldn’t live without?

A: My khaki slacks. I know, I'm a geek. But they are comfy, they have pockets, and they go with like 90% of my wardrobe.

Q: If you could only bring three things with you on a deserted island, what would you pick?

A: Oh. That's hard. Wait... no it's not. Got it! My laptop, my portable wi-fi rig, and a solar generator. This girl ain't stayin' on a deserted island!

Q: If you could save one material thing from a fire, what would you save?

A: Easy! My laptop. Lots of places have free wi-fi :)

Q: What’s your biggest pet peeve?

A: People being fake. I can get along with most anybody. You can be the biggest jerk in the world, it's fine with me. Just own it. Don't pretend to be one thing to my face and something else behind my back.

Q: What is your favorite movie of all time?

A: Okay... Minions. It's cute and it's funny and I like to laugh.

Q: What is the best concert you have ever been to?

A: 3 One Oh! They are amazing! I almost picked She's on Fire as my walk-out music.

Q: What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

A: I got set up on a blind date once with this guy that thought because he had a BA and I had an Associate's that he was soooo much smarter than me and had to mansplain ALL the things. Ugh! I'd like to see him solder a motherboard by flashlight...

Q: Would you rather be hot or cold?

A: Cold. I can always put more clothes on. You can only take so many off without jail time... lol

Q: What’s your favorite karaoke song?

A: Seeing as I can't carry a tune with a handle, whichever one Cutie is singing. Girl's got pipes!

Q: What’s your favorite quote?

A: LOL! Okay, this one's from my coach, "Fall down twice, stand up thrice. Don't fall three times, that's a TKO."

Q: What was the best meal you ever ate?

A: This will sound silly. It was here! They've got a sushi chef that works here on Wednesdays and, oh... My... GOD! Amazing!

Q: What’s your least favorite genre of music?

A: Death Metal. It gives me headaches like you wouldn't believe. I'd rather take one of Coach Von Kaiser's uppercuts.

Q: Do you like coffee or tea better?

A: Oh... that's hard. You're asking me to choose between my kids. I... nope... can't choose. Love them both! I live on caffeine and coding.

#punch out #punch-out #punch-out!!#punchout #super punch out #super punch-out #super punch-out!!#punch out wii #punch-out wii #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch-out oc #punch-out!! oc #wvba #niki binary

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dayofkaryn · 1 year

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Namkook 75

Namjoon doesn't know how ended up at this club, but Taehyung is probably the cause.

"You go to the party, and then you go to the after party," he yells over the music. "You're V and I and P, so it's the rule."

"I'm about to be TKOed from exhaustion," says Namjoon. "Can't I leave?"

"Nope," says Taehyung. "But you can head to the back room for a break. Take this! It will make you inconspicuous."

He sweeps off his purple beret and plants it on Namjoon's head, seemingly without irony, and Namjoon can't help but smile as he tries to escape. He gets looks, because he's tall and unaccountably famous, but no one approaches which is good. It's great. It's been a long-ass week in a long-ass year, and all he really wants to do is sleep.

But he pauses. He pauses before the promise of that quiet room behind the quiet door and leans over the railing of the upper section to watch the mass of people below. It's hot, and he's tired, but this energy is the only reason to be here at all.

One man in particular catches his eye, wearing an animal print jacket despite the pressing heat of the club, vibrant and laughing and dancing his heart out with sweat dripping from his brow. He looks like youth and joy, like the beginning and end of all things, and Namjoon can't help but try to borrow some of that for himself for a moment.

He's also insanely hot, and the realization that he's less staring and more ogling has Namjoon shaking his head and moving on.

The back room always sounds illicit, but it's mostly just quiet. He's the only one in there, and he sinks into a comfortable chair and does his breathing exercises, battling back the headache creeping up behind his eyes. It almost works, though he wonders how long Taehyung will let him stay back here alone.

When the door opens he expects to see an angry manager, but instead it's a familiar animal print jacket and a handsome, breathless man. He has tattoos running across the back of his hand, which Namjoon hadn't hadn't known before, and he's half-risen in shock before he knows what he's doing.

"I'm sorry!" the man says immediately. "I didn't know someone was in here. Jin said I could come in."

"Who's Jin?" says Namjoon, still gobsmacked, but the other man doesn't seem to hear him.

"Oh my god," he says, eyes as wide as the moon. "You're RM."

"Sometimes," says Namjoon sheepishly. "I'm not always trying to be."

The guy cocks his head, then nods rapidly. "Oh right! Got it. Sorry."

He turns around to leave, and Namjoon jerks forward of his own accord to touch his shoulder. "No, wait, I didn't mean you have to go. You can go, obviously, but you don't have to go. Um."

There's a long moment of silence underpinned by distant bass until the other man grins a sweet grin that underlies his sex on legs aura.

"I'm Jungkook."

"Hi," says Namjoon. He feels electric, all trace of his former exhaustion gone, and his own smile must be just as sweet. "This will sound like a line, but I saw you dancing earlier and you were great."

"I like lines," admits Jungkook, eyes crinkling. "And that hat. Mind if I hang out for awhile?"

"I'd mind if you didn't," says Namjoon, and Jungkook laughs, and Namjoon falls in love just like that.

#bts drabbles #spotify meme #writing

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nerdalmighty · 5 years

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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She’s A TKO (Total Knock Out) (Tierna Davidson x Reader)

Anonymous Request: What about UFC fighter reader, who’s ripped, tall, and always wins via knockout, dating Tierna Davidson, maybe the USWNT go to get open workout reader sees Tierna and is flirting while working out. Maybe the team go to her fight and see her get a Round 1 KO/TKO and retain her Bantamweight Championship. And reader asks her out with the team trying to give her the shovel talk but being intimidated.

You were just gathering your belongings to leave when she made her way into the gym, glancing around nervously.

Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat.

The woman was flawless, the slightly apprehensive and nervous look on her face cute, soon though, she’s joined by two other women who all glance around the gym before immediately moving to a few empty machines.

You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t stop.

You looked down at your bag before clearing your throat and slowly sitting back down on the weight lifting machine, your workout had ended, but you didn’t have anywhere else to be, maybe during your mock workout you could gain the courage to ask the girl out...

Or maybe at least talk to her...

Or wave at her...

Maybe smile at her?

You scoff.

“Yeah, fat chance.” You mumble to yourself, focusing on lifting the heavy weights with ease.

***

“Looks like someone’s got their eyes on Little T.” Emily smirks, wiggling her eye brows and Tierna’s cheeks flush.

“What are you talking abo-

The words don’t even leave her mouth before she spots you, your eyes widen as you abruptly turn away, eyes wide.

Tierna smirks, unable to keep her eyes from raking down your body.

You were ripped, that was absolutely not up for debate considering you were proudly displaying your chiseled physique in a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

You, meanwhile, were nearly combusting, swallowing hard as the woman’s eyes again rake up you, your eyes locking for a split second before you both abruptly turn away.

“How is it that Arnold Schwartzebabe is that shy?” Sonnett snorts and Lindsey scoffs.

“How do you know she’s shy?”

“Sneaking glances, looking away like she was caught staring at someone attractive in class? Also, she was about to leave before we came in, and there’s NO way that’s all she can lift.” Sonnett nods to the little bit of weight you’re lifting.

“SHOW US WHAT YOU CAN DO!” Sonnett yells and your cheeks flush blood red, your eyes huge.

Lindsey gives her a hard sock in the arm, the woman wincing as she grabs her biceps.

“Owwww, that hurt.”

You swallow hard, glancing down at your lap, your heart about to beat out of your chest.

You could feel her eyes on you, but couldn’t even chance a glance her way, about to combust.

It’s when you hear the leg machine, she was working on clang loudly that you realizing she’s about to leave her machine.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You mumble over and over again, hoping that you can pass off the sweat on your brow as over exertion.

“I’m sorry, about them.” You glance up, biting your bottom lip, smiling softly at the cute brunette whose cheeks are just as flushed as yours.

“I-I-I it’s alright.” You murmur, dropping your weights a lot louder than you intended to.

You blush, swallowing hard.

“I-I’m Tierna.” The girl smiles and you beam, moving to your feet, towering over the woman as you hold a hand out.

“I’m Y/N.”

She takes your hand gently, giving it a shake.

“It-It’s nice to meet you.” You whisper and the girl beams.

“You too.”

Tierna shuffles on her feet for a minute before gesturing towards your arm.

“I-I like your mus- Your tattoos.” She blushes and you chuckle, holding your arm up.

“Tha-Thanks.”

Emily lets out a wolf whistle and you shake your head, chuckling, the tips of your ears burning.

Your eyes widen as they dart from Tierna, to the women she came with and back.

“You... You all look a bit familiar?” Your eyes narrow and Tierna grins at the adorable scrunched up look on your face.

“WERE ON THE USWNT!” Emily yells and your eyes widen.

“SHIT, THAT’S WHERE I’VE SEEN YOU!” You clap your hands excitedly and Tienra smirks.

“You guys are so great, and the work you do for equal pay I mean... PREACH!” You yell, eyes widening as you glance around embarrassed.

“That was a little loud.” You mumble as you rub the back of your neck.

“You...” Tierna swallows hard, glancing at Emily who gives her a stealthy thumbs up.

“You want to, to come watch a game? I mean, it’s to-tomorrow.” She shrugs and you beam.

“I’d love to.”

***

“OH MY GOD, THE BANTAMWEIGHT CHAMPION IS HERE.” Kelley screeches and everyone turns to her, brows furrowed.

“Who?” Alex asks and Kelley groans.

“THE BANTAMWEIGHT CHAMPION!?” She says again and Ashlyn snaps her fingers.

“THE BANTAMWEIGHT CHAMPION WHO WINS ALL HER MATCHES VIA TKO!?” She claps and Kelley grins.

Christen squeals.

“SHE’S THE YOUNGEST BANATAMWEIGHT CHAMPION IN HISTORY I LOVE HER.”

Everyone turns to the brunette brow arched.

“What? I can like violence too.”

Emily scans the crowd, her eyes widening.

“So, ummm would the Champ happen to be about yay tall?” She holds her arm above her head and Kelley nods.

“Yeah...”

“Covered in tats?” Lindsey asks, blue eyes narrowed and Christen nods.

“Yeah...”

Tierna’s eyes are nearly bulging out of her skull when she realizes where her teammates are going with their line of questions.

“Super muscular, kind of scary?” Emily asks and Ashlyn nods.

“YES.”

Emily and Lindsey both turn to Tierna, the two wearing massive grins, it’s then Tierna sees you in the crowd, a shiny title belt secured around your waist.

“Oh my god Tierna has a thing for the Bantamweight Champion.” Mallory mumbles and Kelley grins.

“THINK YOU COULD GET US TICKETS!?”

Alex smacks her on the back of the head as your eyes finally lock with Tierna’s the woman’s lips splitting in a grin as she sends you a wave.

“She could literally kill every one of us.” Megan mumbles under her breath to her teammates who all nod.

“But if she’s got eyes for T, she’s going to have to get the talk, she just has to, we gave it to Kelley’s girlfriend...” Tobin mumbles, Kelley’s eyes widening.

“YOU DID WHAT!?”

***

You smirk from the VIP stands, watching as Tierna tears up the field with her USWNT teammates, the violence in soccer a bit of a shocker to you, you’d seen it on TV, but seeing it live was different.

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and you clap, grinning when you see Tierna’s eyes on you, the woman grinning.

You let out a loud whistle that Tierna can hear over the roar of the crowd, the girl clapping her hands above her head.

You watch her enter the tunnel with a smirk, turning and making your way into the public stands to sign autographs, though before you can reach the stands you’re cut off by a smiling reporter.

“Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N? Can we get a word?” The woman grins and you nod.

“Of course, but call me Y/N.” You smile kindly and she nods, swooning as she clears her throat.

“I’m standing here with Y/N, the youngest Bantamweight Champion in history, it’s great to see you hear Champ.” The woman winks and you shrug.

“Happy to be here, always happy to support the USWNT.” You grin, completely missing the woman’s blatant flirting.

“I’d like to talk about your career...

***

Kelley snickers at the look of confusion on your face, your brows arched as the reporter gushes about you, a hand on your forearm.

“She looks like a deer in headlights.” Mallory giggles and Ashlyn snorts.

“More like a lesbian in headlights.”

Tierna’s bottom lip juts out at the fact the reporter is touching you.

The team lets out a loud ‘ooooh’ as you pull your arm away from the reporter and undo your belt, slipping your title onto your shoulder.

“That was the best things I’ve ever seen.” Megan snickers, her arms wrapped around her middle.

The whole locker room erupts with laughter at the look on your face when the reporter touches your title.

“OH MY GOD YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S FACE.” Emily smacks Tierna’s arm, the woman flushing.

“She isn’t my girlfriend.” She mumbles and everyone turns to her, brows arched.

“She cared enough to come to a game for you.” Alex winks, the young defender’s cheeks flush.

“That’s something!” Christen claps eagerly, Tobin nodding with a grin in agreement.

“Definitely.”

Meanwhile on the TV Tierna hears a question that catches her attention.

“Any special reason you’re here with us tonight?” The reporter grins and you smirk, chuckling, your cheeks flushed.

Everyone in the locker room turns back to Tierna, everyone smirking.

“Yeah Tierna, any reason she’s here tonight?” Sonnett jests and the brunette rolls her eyes.

“Shut up.”

Tierna picks her head up waiting eagerly for your response.

“Well, I met a girl at a gym a few days ago, and she may have asked me to come to a game.” You send the camera a wink, completely missing the reporter’s pout.

“Oh? And who’s the lucky lady?” She puts on a mock grin and you shrug.

“For me to know and you to find out.” You smirk and Tierna bites her bottom lip, cheeks flushed bright red.

“AWWWWWW.” Her teammates watch as her cheeks flush brighter and the woman wanders away.

“You guysss, stop it.”

***

You can’t say you don’t let out a sigh of relief after the reporter leaves, the woman touching you and your title making you uncomfortable.

You rub the back of your neck, moving back to your seat with a smile when you see the team coming back out onto the field.

A smile stretches across your face when you see a familiar face, its owner making her way towards you.

“I’m glad you came.” She smiles and you grin, sitting your title in your seat before opening your arms for a hug, something Tierna is absolutely fine with giving.

The sweaty woman gives you a squeeze and you chuckle.

“I saw you made a friend while we were gone.” She winks and your cheeks flush, as you nervously rub the back of your neck.

“I-I wouldn’t say friends.” You mumble with a pout, grinning at the woman’s giggle.

“Maybe a bit more?” She teases and you laugh, cheeks pink.

“Nahh...” You smirk and Tierna grins, boldly reaching for and taking your hand before leaning close.

“Can’t say I’m unhappy about that.” She whispers and your eyes widen, the woman giving you a wink before taking off towards the pitch, leaving you to stand mouth agape.

You lick your lips, going to sit down but instead jumping when you sit on your title.

“Fuck. Please tell me no one saw that.” You mumble under your breath, but of course, you find Tierna’s eyes on you and you blush.

“Goddamn it.”

***

You jump to your feet at the final whistle, clapping and whistling loudly at the USWNT’s win.

Unfortunately, it’s right at that minute that your phone starts to vibrate and your eyes roll.

“Damn it.” You mumble, answering the call with a snarl.

Tierna frowns when she sees you on the phone, but almost immediately you disconnect the call despite your coach’s words.

“Sorry about that, coach.” You give your phone a wave and she nods.

“Coaches, am I right?” She chuckles, eyes widening when she sees Vlatko glance in her direction.

“Maybe not too loud.” You wink, snarling when your phone vibrates again.

“I swear to god.” You mumble, slipping your hand in your pocket and turning your phone off.

It’s then with your head down that you and Tierna are literally swarmed by her teammates all eagerly waiting for you to turn to them.

“Whoa.” You jump, the women grinning.

“I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU.” Christen Press squeals and you grin, your eyes widening a split second later.

“You’re Christen Press, Christen Press loves me?” You say in disbelief, your cheeks flushing. “But YOU’RE CHRISTEN PRESS.”

“Hey wait...” Kelley pouts, as does Ashlyn.

“We love you toooooo.” Alex Morgan sings and you shake your head.

“This is too much for my heart to handle.” You rub the back of your neck nervously, Tierna grinning widely at your flushed cheeks.

“Dude, you have to come to dinner with us!” Emily Sonnett beams and your eyes widen.

“Yeah, I mean, I think Tierna would like if you come to dinner.” Tobin sends the defender a wink and her eyes widen.

Your mouth drops open to reply but you freeze, a small voice yelling making your brows furrow.

“Oh fuck.” You mumble, jerking your phone out of your pocket and bringing it to your ear.

“Coach?” You wince and the man sighs into the phones.

“Sorry I meant to hang up, not answer your call.” You shrug, the team of women snorting loudly.

Tierna watches with a pout and your shoulders hunch sadly.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming.”

You hang up, turning to Tierna with a frown.

“Unfortunately, I just got called out for a match... SO that means training.” You growl. “Apparently being at a USWNT game means I’m turning soft.” You roll your eyes and hear a snarl.

“Soft my ass.” Kelley grumbles angrily and you smirk.

“How about we show them how soft you guys are?” You grin and Kelley smirks, as does Ashlyn, Tierna grinning as well.

“We’re listening.”

***

Reserving an entire area for the USWNT was something you never expect to do, but here you were, saddled to face the number contender for your Bantamweight Champion.

Tierna Davidson beams when she catches sight of you, your cheeks dusted pink.

The two of you had been texting nonstop since you parted months ago, and you were both getting closer and closer, so close in fact that you were absolutely smitten.

“WHO’S SOFT NOW!?” Kelley yells above the crowd and you snicker, sending your opponent a smirk.

You crack your neck, your neck, turning your attention away from the USWNT and to your opponent across the ring from you, the woman bouncing on her heels confidently.

The woman smirks cockily, chuckling.

“WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF HER FACE!” Christen screams, Tobin jumping and throwing popcorn out of their shared bucket.

You shake your head, smirking as your coach whispers in your ear, your eyes narrowed as you glare across the octagon at the cocky woman who’s smirking as if she’d already won the match.

You coach pats your shoulders before you move to stand in the middle of the Octagon, your opponent swaggering towards you.

“Looks like your little fan club is here...” She glances at the USWNT, her eyes zeroing in on Tierna. “She’s cute... Maybe I’ll ask her on a date after the match... After I knock you out.”

The official is only able to put his arms between you as you and your opponent's noses meet, the USWNT surprised by your aggression.

“Is this the same girl we met at the gym?” Sonnett whispers in Tierna’s ear and she shakes her head.

“I don’t think so, but I like it.”

You strut back to your side of the cage, your coach wiping a towel on the back of your neck before slipping your mouth guard into your mouth.

“This is going to be so good.” Kelley rubs her palms together.

“TKO in the first round?” Ashlyn leans turn Christen with a smirk.

“Without a doubt.”

You rub your hands together, the official signaling the beginning of the fight and you move towards your opponent, bouncing on your heels, fists up.

Tierna is on the edge of her seat as your opponent swings wildly, you jumping out of the way each and every time.

“She’s totally gassing her.” Kelley whispers into Alex’s ear the woman grinning as she steals a handful of popcorn from Alyssa’s bucket.

Tierna’s eyes widen each and every time your opponent takes a shot at you, but what she doesn’t realize is the round is about to be over, as well as the match.

You spin around in a circle, picking your foot up at just the right moment, your bare foot smacking right into the women’s face.

“YEAHHH!” Christen yells as she inadvertently knocks Tobin’s popcorn up in the air, showering some of the USWNT members in popcorn, but they don’t care, Ashlyn and Kelley screaming nearly as loud as Tierna who claps excitedly.

You drop down on the mat beside the woman, who’s groggily glaring your way and you smirk, pulling your mouth guard out.

“Who’s soft now bitch?” You jump to your feet, doing a back flip before you face the crowd, throwing your fists in the air.

You catch sight of Tierna and point towards her, the woman’s cheeks flushing as she cheers, clapping excitedly.

It’s only moments later when you’re joined in the ring by not only an announcer but the two teams, your opponent sending you a vicious glare, her face red where your foot had just connected.

“YOUR WINNER BY TKO, AND STILL BANTAMWEIGHT CHAMPION Y/N Y/L/N!”

Everyone cheers loudly, the USWNT on their feet as you’re handed back your title, holding it high in the air as you stare at your opponent.

The announcer moves towards you, just catching the words that leave your mouth.

“Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t cash sweetheart.” You smirk, wiggling your brows and the woman snarls, her team dragging her backwards and out of the Octagon.

“So, Y/N, another challenger down, another TKO, what’s next for you?” He asks with a grin, holding the mic out to you and you grin.

“I’m ready for any challenger. So, if you’re brave enough to pick a fight with me.” You smack your title. “Get in the ring and get your ass knocked out just like she did.” You smirk, Tierna grinning as she does a slow clap.

“God, she’s so badass.” Christen squeals, clapping her hands excitedly.

“I’m a little jealous.” Kelley teases Tierna, the woman blushing as your eyes lock with hers.

“But right now?” You hum.

“I think I’ve got a team to hang out with.”

***

Much like at her soccer game, Tierna is all too happy to give you a hug, even though this time you’re the sweaty one.

“THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!” Kelley punches the air, punching Sonnett in the arm a few times before she’s pulled into a headlock by Ashlyn.

“You showed her who’s soft.” Alex grins, getting in on the action between Ashlyn and Kelley.

Meanwhile, Tierna turns to you with a bashful smile.

“So-Sorry about them.” She stammers and you smirk, the woman now painfully aware that you’re again in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of shorts, but you’re drenched in sweat.

She clears her throat, and you smirk.

“It’s okay.”

Suddenly, a shout turns your attention away from the soccer player and to the woman you’d just knocked out.

She smirks cockily.

“I told you I was going to ask her on a date after the match.” She chuckles and you snarl, taking a step closer to her, teeth bared.

“You even look at her and I’ll put you the fuck down, you think because we aren’t in the Octagon I won’t knock you the fuck out?” You snarl, the woman having the sense to look incredibly afraid.

“I think if I were you, I’d take off.” Sonnett smirks cockily before ducking back down behind Ashlyn, who glares at the fighter.

“She’s right.” You growl taking a step closer to the woman who takes a step back, you nod.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

She clears her throat before making a hasty retreat and you smirk, turning back to Tierna.

“So ummm...” You rub the back of your neck nervously, shuffling from foot to foot.

“Deadly to adorably shy in 5 seconds.” Julie whispers in Crystal’s ear with a giggle, the woman smirking.

You swipe your tongue against your lips, closing your eyes, completely missing the grin on Tierna’s face.

You nod.

“Can I take you out to dinner...?” You swallow hard, eyes flashing open as you wave your gloved hands. “If not it’s totally okay, I understand if you’re busy and-

Tierna surprises you, her team, and herself when she slips a hand behind the back of your neck, pulling you into a tender, small kiss, pulling back with a grin.

“I’d love to.”

Your mouth drops open as you nod, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you nod.

“Ye-Yeah, s-sure.” You mumble, your eyes widening before you start chuckling, doing a little dance before you realize everyone is looking at you.

Tierna’s teammates all share a glance before giving the babies of the team a nudge, Mallory and Rose whisking Tierna away without another word.

You watched with an arched brow as her teammates make their way towards you, eyes narrowed.

“Listen...” Ashlyn starts before patting Kelley on the back. “Take it from here O’Hara.”

Kelley stammers.

“B-But... I’m scared.”

Christen rolls her eyes before stepping towards you.

“This is a formal threat, if you hurt Tierna we’ll...” Christen stops glancing at a TV where it again is replaying your knockout, and the woman swallows hard.

“We’ll be very upset.” She mumbles last bit and you smirk, nodding.

“Noted, but I don’t plan on hurting her.” You smile, glancing at the girl out of the corner of your eye. “I like her.” You shrug, blushing when the woman glances your way.

The team all share a glance before nodding.

“Alright, you’re team approved... Tierna will be ready for dinner at 8 tomorrow.” Alex claps her hands, the aforementioned woman scoffing.

“I can set up my own dates you know.”

“Y/N! Let’s go grab a beer!” You hear one of your trainer’s yell and you roll your eyes.

“Duty calls.” You say as you throw a thumb over your shoulder, about to take your leave but you stop, swallowing hard before you turn around surprising Tierna when you cup her cheek with a gloved hand, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

“See you are 8.” You wink, waving at the others.

“Bye guys, and I won’t forget a strongly worded letter is in my future if I hurt her.” You grin, moving towards your trainer who gives your back a pat.

“SCORE!” He snickers, earning a punch in the arm that makes him wince.

“What letter is she talking about?” Tierna asks, confused and Sonnett snickers.

“They tried to give her the shovel talk but they’re all scared of her.”

The woman winces as everyone slaps her in the head.

“We aren’t scared of her...” Tobin snorts, her brown orbs widening when your knock out AGAIN plays on a nearby TV.

She swallows hard, as does everyone else.

“Yeah, we’re scared of her.” Kelley mumbles and Tierna giggles, shrugging, giddy at the prospect of having a date with you.

“She’s just a puppy.”

Her teammates scoff.

“Yeah, a violent puppy.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagine

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aragima · 4 years

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hannibal questions! 🍖🔪

@nietzscheantrout @horrorlesbians and @hanniba1 wanted me to answer these hannibal questions and i wrote too much but oh well! thanks to all 3 of you ilu!!!

favorite episode and why: oh we’re just goin straight to the hard questions huh um OKAY so i think i can only do an ep a season - s1: SORBET SUPREMACY! you get to see the exact moment will looks at hannibal and thinks “.........shit. it’s him isn’t it. he’s The One. SHIT.” and that is so important to me - s2: this one is really hard maybe naka-choko? it’s so fucking gay and sexy. but tome-wan... but mizumono............ yeah idk - s3: torn between digestivo and the wrath of the lamb cuz they both hurt SOOO good much; i love will breaking up with hannibal and hannibal manipulating the situation so will can’t leave asldkjansk it’s so toxic we have to stan..... and for twotl i mean do i really have to give a reason every scene LIVES in my mind and it contains my favorite shot in the whole show:

that is LOVE baby! that is DESIRE! that is being ENTHRALLED!!!!

least favorite episode and why: i feel like they’re all so necessary that it’s kind of impossible to say but probably antipasto. i get sick of hannibal and bedelia’s shenanigans really quickly and as much as i hate to admit it... i miss will. i also think it was an extremely weak season opener and i blame it for getting the show canceled sjshshsgsg the resentment...

favorite side character: chiyoh or jimmy or actually wait— RANDALL TIER 🖤

if you could bring back one character who died, who would it be?: RANDALL FUCKING TIER. i want there to be a weird thing with him and hannibal and will going on. but also i love what his death did for will so idfk, other than him it’s gotta be beverly

dish prepared in the show that you would like to try eating/making: i was supposed to make hannibal’s osso bucco recipe like 3 weeks ago but it completely slipped my mind so i guess i’ll get on that my next grocery trip

which side character would you kill off?: chilton just because for god’s sake just let the man DIE ALREADY poor guy <- i’m taking ava’s answer because YEAH

was there any scene that you didn’t like to look at?: nah. the skin ripping scenes at the beginning of either kaiseki or sakizuki (idk i don’t remember, i hardly watch s2a) are particularly brutal but i tough it out

biggest ship: i mean do i even have to say

why did you start watching hannibal?: my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, and her dad were watching it as it was airing and i was like “oh cool hannibal lecter origin story” but due to inconsistent access to the episodes i would just watch it randomly and that is... not the way to watch hannibal. i gave up around the end of s2 but knew hannigram was It regardless. i decided to watch s3 for the first time earlier this year just to have finished it and was like HOLD UP and did an immediate rewatch that left me... well, how i am now

favorite hannibal fic if you’ve read any?:

oh boy. yall ready for this? all of these can be found on ao3 obviously (i’m so sorry this is so long but i guess i’ve been asked to put together a fic rec anyway)

as soft, as wide as air by blackknightsatellite, the ladders series by emungere, blackbird by emungere, consenting to dream series by emungere, taken for rubies by emungere, at first meeting by emungere, protect me from what i want by @alienfuckeronmain, god of the cold, cold wars by highermagic, the abyss smiled back by highermagic, pomegranate seeds by highermagic, absolute zero by highermagic, in the truly gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini, TKO by sidnihoudini, oh dear by lunarwench, each according to its kind by chapparral_crown, a flood in our hearts by nanoochka, let me sinful be by darlingred, uncomplicated by stratumgermanitivum & youaremydesign, good bones by @damnslippyplanet, like they do in babylon by @damnslippyplanet, your obedient servant by kareliasweet, past our satellites by shotgunsinlace, only the tender meat by isagel, the shape of me will always be you by missdisoriental, a white-walled room by rodabonor, spleen et idéal by rodabonor, the paper doll series by rodabonor, a common point of interest by rodabonor [i do NOT like a/b/o stuff but if i did... it’s this fic], just thought you should know by earthsickwithoutyou, the sacrificial lamb by princesskay, transcendent suffering by itsbeautiful, not something polite by moistdrippings, leave your message after the tone by onewhositswithturtles, holes in the floor of the mind by feverdreamblood, crossing caina by feverdreamblood, the archipelago series by melusine10, but seas between us braid hae roar’d by kareliasweet

have you watched any of the hannibal films?: yeah all of them except manhunter! i grew up watching silence of the lambs because my mom loved it and i went thru a big edward norton phase as a teen so i’ve seen red dragon like 10 times

have you read the thomas harris books?: no and i’m not going to lmao #fakefan

favorite murder tableau: if we’re talking just hannibal’s- the judge. if we’re talking Murder Bad But Kinda Pretty like in general probably the mushroom people or the totem

favorite blood spill: will imagining hannibal while he beats randall to death or The Gutting of Will Graham

what’re some of your headcanons?: - will is good at shibari (backed up in canon: his fishing knots, the firefly man’s full body hishi karada harness) - hannibal rarely listens to modern, non-classical music but he’s a björk fan and he saw one of her chapel performances during the vespertine era and was Moved - will listens to classic rock (zeppelin, the doors, pink floyd) with some classic country (patsy, merle, johnny) and blues (billie, muddy, bessie) thrown in. he’s also a sucker for early/mid-90s college rock/alternative/grunge - will plays the piano (because of the piano in his living room) and the harmonica (because he’s country white trash); he’s kind of shit tho - hannibal fell for will somewhere between “my thoughts are often not tasty” and “you won’t like me when i’m psychoanalyzed” (love at first sight! at last sight! at ever and ever sight!!!) - will’s circumcised, hannibal isn’t 🤪 - hannibal’s a gemini!!!! adaptable, creative, intelligent, outgoing, impulsive, etc - will’s an aquarius!!!!! analytical, a loner, temperamental, unique, compassionate, etc - will’s mom was jewish go read my fic about it https://archiveofourown.org/works/26774326 - hannibal is an agender man (tbh i think of this as canon, it’s just unstated/undefined) - hannibal can speak russian, spanish, and a teensy bit of portuguese in addition to the other languages we know he speaks (lithuanian, english, french, italian, japanese) - will speaks limited amounts of french; he learned it as a kid in louisiana - ED TW will sometimes has a Difficult relationship with food due to food instability by the way of poverty as a kid and goes through periods where it’s hard to keep himself fed, but hannibal is so good for him in that way because he keeps him from going hungry 😓 (yes this is me projecting but also it makes SENSE) - hannibal typically bottoms but THEY DEFINITELY ARE BOTH VERS and will never stops being surprised by how much he loves catching a dick. every time is like religious experience. okay? okay - they’re also both very kinky and switches but tbh.... will was made to Dom hannibal like that’s the reason he exists he could drag that old bitch around by a leash and hannibal would be in heaven HANNIBAL WOULD CALL HIM SIR - the first time they have sex hannibal comes like immediately but he isn’t embarrassed because he’s hannibal fucking lecter and hannibal lecter doesn’t get embarrassed - i have a hc for their favorite sex positions but i’m not gonna put that here because i don’t want yall calling me crazy any more than you probably already do but if you wanna know just DM me all i do is think about them fucking it’s a curse - okay no more dirty stuff abigail called hannibal “dad” on more than one occasion and it was half-joking but it also felt comfortable to her; she never thought to call will “dad” because he’s a weirdo and never knew her as much as he knew his idea of her - hannibal taught her to play piano at the cliff house - beverly is pansexual!!! - brian and jimmy kissed one time when they were drunk and they NEVER talk about it EVER - chiyoh is straight probably. i know, i know, everyone says she’s a lesbian and if she’s a lesbian to you that’s awesome! she’s a lesbian! but idk i just think she’s SO fucking straight and tbh i mourn bc that’s my wife. she could MAYBE be bicurious... - chiyoh is non-monogamous and doesn’t do serious relationships, she doesn’t like the idea of being tied to one person ever since she left the lecter castle - she helped hannibal and will escape after The Fall; she told hannibal she would continue to watch over him and i think she did, she got them a boat and got them the fuck out of there - MOLLY IS DOING SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT WILL. SHE’S SO GLAD SHE GOT OUT OF THAT WHEN SHE DID. she has a good, long talk with alana and finds out all the shit about him and hannibal that will never told her (and it was a lot), gets drunk and burns all his shit, and then washes her hands of the whole thing; moves to a different state, gets a girlfriend, and never thinks about will again

okay i’m capping it there or i’m never gonna stop!! i’m not tagging anyone cuz i think everyone has done this by now lmao but if you’re a mutual who hasn’t and you want to just do it and say i tagged you!! mwah!!!!

#blood #long post #hannigram fic rec #hc

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longeyelashedtragedy · 3 years

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hi i love your croatia team fics and was wondering if you have any recommendations for other writers/fics? there is not enough carli/luka porn in my opinion :,(

hi! unfortunately there’s just not a lot of fic on ao3 about croatia nt, which really sucks, cause they have such wonderful dynamics.

i’m also a really picky fic reader! but i can definitely give you a few fics that aren’t by me...i honestly also recommend going to ficbook.ru because the russians really have a Good handle on vatreni fics. if you’re not able to read russian don’t worry, google translate does a pretty good job with russian imho. on ao3/tumblr though, i recommend:

the beast inside of me is gonna get you by mincollas (carli/luka, E) recommending this not just because it was written for me! but because it’s an amazing and an elusive “luka corluka” fic lol.

just an animal looking for a home by shipwrecks (carli/luka, E)

tko ne važe, nema blaga by shipwrecks (ivan/luka, E) (this is the first vatreni fic i ever read and it just!)

de las glorias deportivas by cigarettesandalcohol (ivan/luka, M) (this author is a Fav of mine even though she is no longer active in rakidric fandom afaik)

mr. rakitić by cigarettesandalcohol (ivan/luka, E)

never knew anyone in love the way that you were by cigarettesandalcohol (ICONIC FIC, ivan/luka feat. luka fantasizing about ivan’s older brother, E)

Més que un jersey by cigarettesandalcohol (ivan/luka, E)

Only ones who know by cigarettesandalcohol (ivan/luka, E)

Grabbed my hand and made it very clear (there's absolutely nothing for us here) by cigarettesandalcohol (ivan/luka, E)

His by cigarettesandalcohol (ivan/luka, M)

duality by mirha (ivan/luka, T, cute!)

if moscow is forever, where's your home sweet home? unknown author, this is an unrated ivan/luka and fuck i wish i’d written it

who you gonna call? by mirha (ivan/luka, T, oh my gOD this made me weep even though it has a happy ending)

cold waters by mirha (ivan/luka, šejan, T, super cute)

Come to the dark side, we have domaćica by mirha (šejan, T, cute!)

šejan chaotically baking christmas cookies by whatamante <333

To think about life for awhile by whatamante (šejan)

i can’t help myself by ohsusie (šejan, M)

All I wanna do is love your body by lunasenzanotte (šejan, E)

save me from myself by behzaintfunny (šejan, E, this is sublime!!!!!!! oh my god)

Florida by taess (suba/domo, M...russian fic, i would not have thought of this pairing but i Liked the fic so hey why not)

the fallen are the virtuous among us by cigarettesandalcohol (SO ICONIC??? zlatko/luka, E)

devout by ante_raybitch (mandzo, luka, T, priest!Luka)

there’s def some i couldn’t find and some that i like but am not recommending, and these are strictly vatrenixvatreni pairings..a lot of these dudes are in great fics involving other ships too. i hope you enjoy, let me know if you want any more recs!

#hahahaa i guess there are more than i thought #vatreni #fanfic #Anonymous

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soyforramen · 4 years

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Anyways, here’s part one Sunday:

It had been seven long years away from the only home he’d ever known. Away from the heartache and death and depravity. Seven years in the real world, where parents didn’t try and kill their kids; where drugs weren’t rampant on the streets; where people didn’t pretend like their small town hadn’t descended into corruption years ago. Seven years to mend and try to heal from the scars this place had carved out of his flesh.

Archie looked through the windshield at the sun clawing through the sky, steam rising from the river below to cover Sweetwater Bridge in an ominous fog. He wanted to turn back, put his back to this hell hole of a town. After everything they’d been through, after all the pain, grief, and heartache, they both swore they’d never go back. Riverdale was no longer theirs, if it ever had been. It’s innocence had long been dragged down under the dark, rushing currents, taking their youth with it.

But, as Romeo Void always said, never say never.

He glanced over at Betty, still curled up in the passenger seat asleep, and wondered. What would have happened all those years ago if he had said yes to her? If he’d lied, and said he loved her the same, would they have ended up like his parents? Separated by half a country, filled with bittersweet memories and regrets of what they could have been? Or would they have turned into her parents, forcing a smile, married with kids and miserable, the perfect couple to everyone but themselves?

It didn’t matter. Not really. One what if lead to a thousand, each a domino lined up against the others, ready to topple a mountain with a simple touch.

They were here now. Together. And that’s the only thing that could matter right now.

Archie pulled the visor down to block out the sun and turned the old Ford’s engine over - newly rebuilt by his traveling companion - and pulled onto the old wooden bridge.

Back to where they’d started.

It was strange to see one’s childhood, once so precious and simple, changed so completely. The old Southside High was now littered with shops selling cheap tourist t-shirts and even cheaper urban legends. Sunnyside Park had been forgotten altogether, now nothing more than a run down jungle of rust and flora, a faded ‘For Sale’ sign crying out for salvation. And they gym, the one he’d risked his life -

- and those kids’ - god he’d been so stupid - nothing had been worth that, especially not his pride what had he -

- had been converted to a used car lot, Reggie’s face beaming out from an overly large billboard with blinding veneers and thinning hair.

Pop’s was the only thing that hadn’t changed, its neon light guiding him home, still a beacon to wayward travelers in need of a place to call home. Wary of the woman asleep beside him, Archie kept driving. His weren’t the only memories he had to be careful of disturbing. This return was hard on the both of them -

- Memories can take you back, home sweet home, You can never go home anymore -

- a necessary strain on the future of their relationship. They’d stayed up for months arguing about it, voices raised and doors slammed. She claimed it was necessary for her future; he disavowed the past in that place. They’d both lost their parents; their youth; their innocence; their sanity there. Neither wanted to admit how badly they needed to stay away.

He didn’t want to admit how badly he needed to return.

It didn’t matter, in the end. He knew it was a fight he’d end up losing. A twenty round TKO with determination like hers. Nothing could dissuade her from going; nothing could keep him from going with her. Because it was Betty who was asking him. Betty his lifelong friend; his soulmate; his other half. The one person who knew him inside and out. He’d only ever told her no once in his life, and it had broken both their hearts so badly it had taken half a decade to heal.

Kintsugi, she told him when they’d come back together again. Mending things with gold so the scars never went away. Instead, they were made more beautiful by having survived the break.

“That’s the last of it,” Archie said, his breath coming quick.

With a clang, he set down the last box - a mishmash of utensils, pots, and pans. They’d lived minimally for so long it was routine to load everything up into the bed of the Ford. Military transfers had convinced Archie he really only needed a change of close, a pen, and a piece of paper to make it through. Betty, though, had taken the opposite tack and had her entire lifestyle planned out to the minute.

“The furniture should be dropped off tomorrow afternoon, if we’re lucky.” He stretched his arms up to hang his hands on the doorframe and watched as she moved to the newest box.

“Portland all over again,” Betty said.

She cut into the packing tape, her hands constantly on the move. Nesting, she’d once called it. Settling into a new space and making it hers as quickly as possible. Every where else, she’d been able to relax upon arriving. But here every movement held a nervous, frayed energy. He worried what would happen when she ran out of things to do.

Betty had been quiet since yesterday, refusing to leave the house until everything was settled. Distracted by unpacking she barely acknowledged him. Every call was sent to voicemail, each text left on read. He’d had to prompt her throughout the day to eat.

Ever since they’d arrived, her eyes had been haunted, trapped in the past. No doubt reliving every moment and analyzing what she could have done differently.

Archie reached for her when she passed him. Betty went rigid, but relaxed as he smoothed down the stray hairs that had come loose from her ponytail. They’d talked about this. About how easily she got stuck in the eddies of memories, her streams of thoughts unable to sweep her back to the present. It was how her mind worked, the lines of thought etched deep into the ground with time and practice. Just as he had to focus on the present to make it through, she had to relive the past to move to the future.

She slipped her arms around him, her fingers worrying at the fabric. In times like these she likened him to her anchor in the storm. Archie never saw himself as that; she was too strong to ever really need anyone. Time had proven that.

“Pop’s for dinner?”

Betty shook her head, her hair tickling his nose. “I can’t. Not yet.”

He kissed her on the forehead and they rocked together a moment, a primitive soothing gesture for the both of them.

“But I could do with take out.”

For all the things that had changed, at least the bell above Pop’s door was still there. Everything else - the formica tables, the jukebox, the old Polaroid's - had all disappeared, replaced by the same modern kitsch found in every other family restaurant across the country.

“Eating in?”

Archie turned to find a young woman standing in front of him, an apron around her hips. She was dressed all in black, with nothing to distinguish her from her patrons. It was dizzying, this old imposed on the new.

- the more things change, the more they stay the same, we shouldn’t have come, this isn’t for us -

“Picking up, for Andrews.”

She nodded and turned to the line of plastic bags behind her as soft jazz played above him.

First days were always hard. Never knowing what to expect, Archie never felt as if he was enough. That he’d fooled everyone into thinking he was capable enough to do the job. Once push came to shove, though, he’d trip over his own feet and show the world just how useless he really was. A disappointment to the end.

The first day of school - the iguana got loose and wrecked the cafeteria. The first day of football - half the team were sent home with broken bones. The first day of training camp - half the squad were lost in the woods. The first day out in the field -

- oh god raj, the blood, i’m so sorry, it should have been me, where’s the medic, the blood, stop th-

“Andrews?”

Archie blinked the sun out of his eyes, back in front of the fire station. Its sign gleamed bright in the morning sun, washing away the dark memories. Forcing a grin, he turned only for his grin to blossom into a genuine smile.

“Mad Dog?”

They embraced, arms tight around each other, laughing, saying everything words never could. Archie had lost touch with almost everyone but Betty after high school, friends drifting away on the currents of time and distance. Every now and then he’d hear about weddings and babies, deaths and divorces. Each a tragedy in their own way, celebrations he’d never know of.

He’d never truly regretted any of them, at least not until Munroe was in front of him again.

“Man, I haven’t heard that name in years,” Munroe said. He stepped back, hands still clasped around Archie’s shoulders. “What graces you upon my door? Don’t tell me you remembered about that twenty dollars I owe you. Last I heard you were slumming it up in San Francisco.”

Archie laughed at the (in)accuracy of it. “Riverdale was in need of a new fire captain, and for some reason Sheriff Keller thought of me.”

“Chief Keller, Red,” Munroe said with wink. “Old man gets testy when you forget. Maybe seeing the prodigal son return will lighten his mood a bit.”

The warm feeling of home, the one he’d almost forgotten entirely, returned easily, a rising tide that almost made this trip worth it. Archie threw an arm around Munroe’s shoulders as they walked into the firehouse.

“Good day at work?” Betty asked.

She handed him a bowl of ice cream - Neopolitan - and tucked herself against his side, her own half-eaten pint of strawberry ice cream in her other hand. In return he tucked an old knitted throw around them and turned the tv volume down.

“Yeah, really good actually. You?”

Betty dug out a chuck of ice cream too big for the spoon, and bit half of it.

“That bad?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled through the mouthful.

“No questions?”

She shook her head. “No questions.”

The sounds of a muted space battle filled the silence around them. Sometime between when the movie ended and the next began, Betty fell asleep against him, her empty ice cream carton tucked against her side like a teddy bear. It was a moment of normalcy he’d been afraid to lose. Domesticity in all its comforts.

He knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t, not here. Normal was a smokescreen, ebbing and flowing among the darkness that fueled this town. Solving one small case couldn’t fix that. They both knew that.

But it was nice to pretend it could.

A few minutes past midnight, Archie cradled Betty into his arms and took her to bed. When he knew she was settled, he shut the door behind him and went to his own room.

“No. Fuckin’. Way,” one of the probationaries said, his mouth hanging wide. “You two were vigilantes? Like The Red Circle?”

Archie blushed and looked away, uncomfortable with how close he was. Munroe, though, smiled, revealing in the shock and awe he could procure.

“And this one,” he jerked his thumb at Archie, “wore spandez.”

“We both wore spandex,” Archie reminded him.

“You realize that’s worse, right?” Chief Keller, nee Sheriff Keller, said as he walked into the break room.

A half-dozen chairs hit the floor at once as the probates stood quickly. A snicker cut through and soon the whole room was cracking up. Archie smiled, not knowing what else to do other than scrum under all this attention. He’d been stupid enough -

- so stupid, why hadn’t anyone stopped him, he was just a kid, jesus they were all kids, what the hel-

- and the last thing he wanted to be remembered for was wearing spandex.

“Alright, now that we’ve broken in the new guy,” Keller said. He poured himself a cup of coffee, taking his time to scrutinize the room. “Sanchez, Gilbert, Edison. You’re on rotation for fire safety training at the school. Pickens, Cho - Mrs. Green need help with that damned ramp of hers. If I have to listen one more time to how she can’t get her wheelchair over those rotten out boards I’m giving her your personal numbers. Andrews, Munroe - Sheriff wants somebody to look over a small fire at the old Twilight. Probably nothing, but they need a stamp of approval for an insurance payout.”

Groans came from the younger firefighters, but they didn’t hesitate to get a move on. In less than a minute the break room had emptied, leaving Munroe and Archie to bring up the rear.

“Just like the gym, huh?” Munroe asked as they followed Cho into the parking lot.

“Only better trained,” Archie replied.

Munroe unlocked an old white suburban, R.F.D. written along the side in bright red and gold letters. On their way to the Twilight, Munroe pointed out the little things that had happened in Archie’s absence - new residents, car accidents; minor high school pranks, major vandalism; and one case of a loose alpaca. All small town quirks that hit Archie with a sudden homesickness.

Despite all the bad that had taken root here, it seemed there was still life in this town.

Munroe parked near the old projection booth, now nothing more than a few loose boards held up by a decade of graffiti. He reached behind the seat and pulled out a pair of boxing gloves.

“One more for old time’s sake?”

Archie took them from him, the oily, cracked leather like old friends. On the cuff was the El Royale logo, faded almost to nothing in some places. A choking sensation rose up in his throat and he had to swallow hard. Of all the things to keep, and Munroe had unknowingly chosen the only thing from Riverdale Archie still held close to his heart.

“You’re on.”

“I saw him yesterday,” Betty mumbled when Archie woke up that Saturday. “He had a woman with him.”

She spun a spoon through her soggy Cheerios, eyes dark and downcast. From the sweatshirt and slacks she worse Archie knew it had been another all-nighter. Betty also had an obsessive drive when it came to work, but this was going too far. Not for the first time he wondered whether her insistence on taking this case was a way to gain experience and attention, or whether it was just another way for her to prove - to herself or to him - that she was over it. Over them.

Over that two syllable word that hadn’t been spoken in years.

It cut deep to see her like this. And Archie didn’t know if he could pick her up off the floor again, if he’d be able to put together all those pieces that had shattered years ago. He’d lost so many pieces, filled her with so much gold, that he was afraid that there wouldn’t be enough to keep her together for a second time.

“When was the last time you slept?”

She shrugged and dipped the spoon back into her milk. Like a child Betty lifted it up only to watch it rain down again.

Archie sighed and picked up the coffee pot. He’d been against her going into the FBI from the start, and he’d said as much when she’d been accepted into the Academy. She had her own trauma to deal with. And working on some of the worst cases - kidnappings, murders, rapes - was too close to reality for her.

That was a lesson he’d learned the hard way.

But this was Betty, after all, the most self-assured, stubborn person he knew, determined to prove she was stronger than the white-noise of the past, desperate to push memories just past the edge of consciousness. And now they were back in this place tinted by the ghosts of their past.

“Betty -“

“I’m fine, Archie,” she snapped.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The last thing either of them needed was another blow-up.

“Look, the cookout’s today. How about we eat junk food and watch that awful movie channel you like so much?”

Betty frowned, her lip pursed in a way he knew he’d won. At least it wasn’t that awful, plastic smile of hers, the one she’d spent hours perfecting in the mirror when they were eight.

“Fine, but only if you get wontons and dumplings.”

“And who is this lovely lady?” Cho asked.

Betty turned, the picture of suburban perfection she’d been raised to be, and held out her hand. “Betty Cooper.”

Cho’s eyebrows lifted in delight and they bowed over her hand to kiss it. “Teddy Cho, at your service.”

Their eyes met Archie’s, and he shook his head at the unasked question. Betty bit her lip at the exchange, tickled at Cho’s obvious interest. With a grin, Cho lead her towards the rest of the probates, their arms linked together as he tried out one of his new jokes on her.

Munroe handed Archie a cold beer as he walked up. “The All-American couple. You two are a big hit tonight.”

Archie shot him a confused look, and Munroe nodded towards Betty.

“No, we’re not…” Archie stammered, finally realizing how it looked when they showed up together. “That’s….”

How did one explain what they were? Friends, more-than-friends-but-less-than, family, what-if’s, drunk and lonely nights spend on the sofa, thank-god-we-never-did,-wouldn’t-that-be-so-weird?

“Funny, I would have pegged the two of you as a couple.”

“You and a bunch of other people. But it’s not for us.”

Archie took a sip of his beer, a cool relief from the lingering hot summer sun. The sounds of the barbecue brought back memories of his own childhood, memories of better times when his family wasn’t broken, when his father…

- mr. andrews, regardless of what you continue to think, none of what happened to your father was your fau-

Neighborhood cookouts were kids played long after dark, and dads drank beer and shot the shit about football while moms talked small town politics. It would be nice to go back to this, he realized with a start. Only this time he was part of the older group, a single man in a swathe of couples enjoying their lives for one more day before the return of the inevitable Monday morning grind.

“So, got a girl back home?” Munroe asked. He sat down in one of the lawn chairs and kicked his feet up, the picture of American prosperity. “You keep checking that phone a lot while we’re at the station. I just figured out it was Betty, but now…”

Archie shook his head and settled in on the grass. “Nah, nothing like that. Last time I dated anyone was almost a year ago, and he’s been married almost two months now.”

Munroe raised an eyebrow, a question that could easily be side stepped, ignored as nothing more than a muscular tic. After all, it had once been an El Royal running joke that Archie was the Casanova of the group, the one who could jump from one woman to the next without a beat between. Munroe especially had given him the hardest time about it, constantly throwing out bad pickup lines for Archie to rate. It was that strange sort of camaraderie only a group of men, posturing and posing, their masculinity fragile at that age, that needed to be reassured in their ability to pickup barbells and broads.

But Archie had never been uncomfortable with Munroe. He’d always been the most easy going, non-judgemental man he’d ever met. And besides, he owed him a sort of honesty, now that they relied on each other in the grips of life and death.

“Jake wanted kids, marriage, the whole thing. Only once we dated for three years, he realized he wanted it with someone else.”

Munroe let out a whistle. “Harsh.

Archie nodded. They finished their beers in silence, moving onto the next one with talk about college rankings and score spreads, the mood still light between them.

“So…”

Betty let the words hang in the air, that gleam of curiosity in her eye. Archie ignored her and turned onto Old Ash Road, the radio crooning an old country ballad about love, loss, and whiskey. He made the mistake of glancing over at her and she fluttered her eyelashes in expectation.

“So?”

“You and Munroe seemed pretty cozy.”

“You and Cho seemed pretty cozy too,” he shot back.

Betty’s lips pursed and she settled back into her seat with a pout. “I was being nice since you didn’t seem too keen on hanging out with your coworkers.”

“I hung out with them. Hahn and I played cornhole for an hour with Roxie and -“

“Munroe.”

Betty echoed him with a pointed look.

“It’s been over a year, don’t you think you should -“

Archie shook his head. “We agreed. We’re here as long as you’re working on the case. No roots.”

“Yeah, but -“

“We’re friends, and it’s going to stay that way.”

She chewed her lip, her mind going a mile a minute. He’d have to be wary of any of her scheming, especially now that he knew Jughead was back in town. Meddling in other people’s lives had always been Betty’s go to to get her mind off of her own problems, and while it had been worked out in the past now there was no way it would ever work.

It would be nice, though, to have someone like Munroe to date while he was in town. But it wouldn’t be fair to either of them, not when Archie was dead set on leaving Riverdale the minute Betty's work was done.

After all, it had been Munroe he’d turned to in highschool, whether he needed help or just wanted to shoot the shit. He’d been the second person Archie had wanted to spend time with, after Ronnie, of course. Their bond had always been close, and it was more than just a bond formed through shitty circumstances. They watched the same movies, loved the same sports, and Munroe could argue musical theory like no one’s business.

So why couldn’t they at least be friends while he was in town?

#archie andrews #munroe moore #wip #not a #six sentence saturday

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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Vibe of the Week 20/09

Oh man I cannot wait for Libra season to be upon us. Not only because I’m a Libra (birthday in 12 days, AND I get a full moon that night. Bliss) but because I’m also hoping shit gets just a tad more balanced for at least a little while.

Leo season is so fucked up and like true Leos they went and sort of obliterated Virgo season too and I’m just...I am burnt.

There was no Vibe of the Week last week because I held a Tarot Hour on Friday night, and that one hour turned into 4 hours and it honestly took me a week to recuperate. That was a lot of energy. I loved spending time with you guys, I loved answering your questions and I can only hope that maybe it helped provide a bit of insight. I’ll hold another Tarot Hour in October, but I need to re-think how I go about it. Four hours was a total TKO for me, but at the same time, I couldn’t leave the questions unanswered.

So, let’s start fresh this week. I’m doing something a little different for the Tarot, and instead of a five-card spread I’m doing a trusty Celtic Cross that will perhaps delve a little deeper into what’s going on.

The decks this week are: Nocturna for the Oracle, and the weird, macabre, creepy Deviant Moon for the Tarot.

The Oracle card this week is Starfish:

Words to meditate on: Healing, regrowth, loss, moving on

The affirmation: Pain is necessary but suffering is not. Loss is painful but inevitable.

Gulp. This is the equivalent to the Wheel of Fortune card in Tarot, I’d venture to say. Starfish are some of the only creatures on Earth that are able to regrow lost limbs--not only that, but there are so many neat little nerves in Starfish that allow for the severed limb to actually...regenerate into a whole new Starfish.

Do not play down the loss you are feeling, or the loss that is coming your way. Do not automatically default to looking for the silver lining. There is honour in pain, there is growth in pain, and sometimes if we immediately look for the positives--we miss the lesson. We do not grieve properly, we do not feel our emotions in a way that then allows us to work through them, instead of burying them deeper under the guise of positivity.

Feel the pain, understand it, and come out of it. The best way out, is through.

The spread. Please do ignore the raspberry bars in the photo--my kitchen counters are a mess and I had nowhere to put them:

The Situation: Five of Pentacles

The conflict: Nine of Wands

The atmosphere around the situation: Page of Wands

The potential root of the situation: Ten of Pentacles

Past influences: Nine of Pentacles

Future influences: Seven of Swords

Where we at now: Six of Swords

How others perceive our reality: Three of Wands

Hopes and Fears: The Empress (Major)

Potential Outcome: Justice (Major)

What the fuCK.

Alright look, you know how sometimes, you’re in the middle of something—say a tennis match—and you’re like I got this. Balls are coming flying at your head and you’re only hitting maybe one out of every three, but your confidence is astounding. I got this I got this I got this. But then, balls start coming at you from everywhere, now you’re swinging blindly and not even hitting any, now the panic is setting in and you’re shrieking I GOT THIS I GOT THIS I GOT THIS but like you very clearly don’t got this, and you need help, and eventually balls are just hitting you from everywhere and you literally take off fleeing from the court still screaming that you got this?

It you.

You don’t got this.

Not even close.

First of all, there’s a total absence of Cups in this spread, which means your mind and your greed (not a bad thing) is running rampant without anything to keep it in check and that is ALWAYS a recipe for disaster.

The issue at hand and the thing motivating you this week has to do with health and home—money, your job, your livelihood. It’s a complete fucking train wreck (Five of Pentacles) but there you are, not only denying it’s a train wreck, but insisting that everything is going exactly according to plan (Nine of Wands).

What fucking plan, kid? WHAT PLAN? You don’t have a plan. This is not a plan. Just admit that you’re in deep shit.

But you can’t, for whatever reason—maturity level, being seen as a failure, something here is stopping you from admitting that oh god this was not at all the plan. And instead of admitting that and dealing with it, you’re staying steadfast on this route to disaster all while screaming incoherently how much you’ve got this (Page of Wands).

And beneath it all, you’re driven by this utter need to be deemed a “success” by whatever it is that you think is the marker for success (Ten of Pentacles). Is it money? Do you want to be able to afford the entire La Mer skin care? You will not stop until that is your reality. Is it a home? Do you want to be able to sign for a mortgage? You will think you are a complete failure until this is your reality. Whether it’s a target salary, a target career, a target health goal—you are on one track, and you’re ignoring the journey and the successes along the way. Success means one thing to you, and until you have it—you fail.

And maybe you’re so driven by this monster because you’ve had it before (Nine of Pentacles). Maybe you had it real good and you want it again. Or maybe you know somebody who has it, so you know it CAN BE HAD, and oh god that only makes it worse. Because if they have it, then clearly it can be had, which means you can have it. You just have to go batshit crazy trying to get it.

But like…beware. Do not judge what others have or how they got it, you don’t get to know that information. There is always deception at play (Seven of Swords), and if you’re not careful, then the motivation behind your drive is going to be a fucking figment of your imagination. We live in a culture now where people minimize the struggle. Instagram influencers make their fortunes by pretending that insane shit is just to easy to obtain. That it’s normal. It’s not, man. Recognize that deception for what it is. Recognize that veil that hides our reality—in fact, don’t just recognize it. LOOK for it. Search for that deception. It’s there, I promise you. Nobody has it all, and nobody has it that easy either. If it seems too good to be true—it is. Plain and simple.

So, we going through some shit, right? And now we’re at the point where all the balls are coming flying at our heads and we’re swinging blindly, and now it’s time to run away (Six of Swords). To run away shrieking that we’ve still got this, all the while putting actual distance between ourselves and the problem. Because the problem is calling us out. The problem knows how much we don’t got this, and it’s backing us into a corner, so we’re running the fuck away. And sometimes distance is good, sometimes it gives us perspective—just don’t let it give you that false sense of confidence. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems, when we look at it from the benefit of hindsight. Don’t get those rose coloured glasses, kid—this was as bad as it seemed and you, in no conceivable notion, ever had an ounce of control about it.

And not that perception of others matters, but sometimes it can give us a clue. And the people surrounding you, they’re kinda wondering why you can’t just…let a good thing be a good thing (Three of Wands). Why you always gotta tear that good thing down, and try to build something EVEN BETTER as soon as you get it? When you fail to honour the good, fail to honour the struggle—you’re never satisfied. That forward-vision does nothing but paralyze you, because you’re always wanting something more and something better as soon as you got even an inkling of what you wanted.

Deep down, you know that. The Empress and Justice here, two Majors, tell me that you’re a little aware of at least how exhausting this cycle is on you. You hope to one day be that peaceful, creative force—but heed the warning, too, that creativity and ambition without pragmatism and a legit, reasonable plan will just continue you on this downward spiral (The Empress). Put structure. Put boundaries. Set reachable targets, and when you hit them—STOP. Relax. Take a deep fucking breath and honour that win.

And what a lovely final card to end this reading, as we step into Libra season. Justice. The absolute sign of Libra. Justice in the final outcome tells us that balance can be achieved if we stop going all fucking Rambo on our ambitions and our own personal definitions of success and failure. The natural equilibrium is at play here. Trust yourself a bit more, have faith in your own goals and ambition and your ability to achieve those things. Balance out your need for success with your need to be a well balanced, fucking functional human being. Recognize the success in the middle ground, in the peace, in the balance of that.

If you’re cognizant of your current internal war, if you recognize that maybe you’re going a little too all-in, if you become aware of the fact that you don’t got this—things will start working out from there, kid.

But the universe can’t step in and help us when we’re still swinging our tennis racket blindly, screaming about how much we got this.

#tarot #void journal

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shawn & the great tko

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warnings: jealous boyfriends, douchebags and a weak right hook..

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“Shots!” Someone screams at the bar.

You cover your ears at the sound and silently scream at yourself for agreeing to come out tonight. It was someone’s birthday, you don’t remember whose and now you’re packed densely in some tacky nightclub with a bunch of strangers.

At the very least, you had Shawn by your side, an arm wrapped firmly around your middle and swaying you to the music. He kisses your neck every once and a while when he’s feeling frisky, his hands creeping lower and lower on your side.

“Are you having fun yet?” He asks, kissing the top of your head.

You side eye him.

“That’s a rhetorical question, I know you’re miserable,” he shouts above the music, “I promise you’ll get a treat later for sticking this out with me. You know I hate going to these things alone,” Shawn pecks your cheek and loosens his grasp on you just slightly.

You turn in his arms, rubbing your hands on his chest, “what kind of surprise?” You tease the open part of his shirt, with it buttoned just one damn button too low.

He raises an eyebrow and dips his hand under the skirt of your dress, letting his hand glide between your legs, “I think you know,” he says lowly, nipping at your earlobe.

“Okay break it up, lovers,” Brian interrupts, pink cheeked and already drunk, “we’ve seen enough for a lifetime at this point.”

Shawn responds by licking the side of your face and smacking your bum. You jump slightly at the action and Brian gulps down the remainder of his drink, walking away from the two of you, shaking his head.

“Hey, hold these,” you hand Shawn your purse and drink, “I’m gonna go hit the head.”

He laughs, “you’re so gross.”

“But you love meeeeee!”

“That I do. Need me to come with you?” He asks, smirking.

You roll your eyes, “I’m pretty sure that bathroom hasn’t been cleaned since 1995. I’m all set. I’ll be back in a jiff.”

You kiss his cheek and walk towards the back of the club where the bathrooms are. There’s a line, of course, there’s always a line for the women’s bathroom and you watch the men walk casually in and out of the men’s room as you cross your legs tighter.

Another few minutes pass and the line has barely budged, so you cross to the other side of the hallway and into the men’s room. It’s empty in there, go figure, and you take up your business in a stall. When you come out there’s a man at the sink.

“Oh shit, sorry. Long line for the ladies room and I couldn’t hold it,” you laugh off as you wash your hands.

You don’t like the way he’s looking at you, like you’re something to be watched, “not a problem, sugar.”

You do your best not to react, to just play nice and leave because this moment has happened so many times in so many places and these are the moments in life where you just wish you could’ve been born a dude.

He stares you down as you dry your hands with a paper towel and pull the hem of your dress down more, “have a good night,” you mumble as you make your way to the door.

The man stands in front of it, blocking the handle, you immediately take three steps backwards further into the bathroom, away from him. You mentally kick yourself for having Shawn hold your purse that had your phone in it.

“How about I buy you a drink and we talk a little, Pretty Thing?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as he plants himself between you and the door, and you instinctively clench your hands into fists. He doesn’t move, but looks you up and down and smirks, “I like the dress.”

“Thank you, it has pockets. And I’m also not interested in getting a drink or talking to you,” you blurt out, your body trembling in fear.

You’d learn a long time ago not to trust men alone in confined spaces - and this douchebag was no exception, “aw, why not? I’m a nice guy.”

The man chuckles and takes a half step closer to you, but you stand your ground, “because I’m not interested. I don’t owe you an explanation as to why. Now if you’d kindly move aside I’d like to get back to my friends,” you say through gritted teeth.

He takes a step to the side, just barely enough room for you to walk by him to open the door. He reeks of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap cologne. You have no choice but slide against him to get out, and he reaches out to squeeze your ass. Before you can second guess yourself, you slap him across the face and stomp out.

The tears spill over now, and you do your best to wipe them up before finding Shawn. You see him in the crowd, his back facing you and wearing your purse backpack proudly like the dingus he is. As soon as you reach him you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest. It’s hard to hold back the tears and shaking, and he immediately knows something is wrong.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Shawn asks frantically, his huge hands on either side of your face.

He wipes away your tears with each of his thumbs as you sniff through speaking, “I - I, there was a long line for the women’s bathroom,” you sniff, “so I went in the men’s room because it was empty and when I got out there was a man in there and he didn’t leave at first and he kept looking at me like I was something to eat and when he finally let me leave he grabbed my ass.”

Shawn’s face turns stone cold, his jaw clenching and unclenching, “someone fucking touched you?”

You nod between his hands.

He lets you go, “where is this asshole?” He starts, scanning the room, “Gonna give him a piece of my mind.”

“Shawn, don’t,” you say, wiping the rest of your tears away with the back of your hand, “it’s fine, I’m fine. I was just scared because he cornered me. I’m alright, I’m just being dramatic.”

He scoffs, “baby he cornered you alone in a bathroom. God only knows what was going through his head. You aren’t being dramatic by being upset. What’s going to be dramatic is when I flatten him in the middle of this club.”

“Babe,” you grab onto the collar of Shawn’s button up shirt, “it’s really not worth it. Please don’t make it a thing. I don’t want to cause any drama tonight.”

“I’m not kidding, I’ll knock a motherfucker out,” he says and it makes you laugh.

You push on his chest, “oh Shawnie, you’re too soft for that,” you say through sniffles.

He narrows his eyes, “I’ve hit someone before.”

“Peewee hockey doesn’t count.”

He clicks his tongue, “I’ve thought about hitting someone before.”

You chuckle and stand on your toes to give him a kiss, “you can be my hero another day.”

Shawn snickers, “still wanna kick his ass,” he murmurs against your lips before going in for another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah,” you tug on his hand, “You need to buy me another drink.”

“Anything for you, my dear,” he says, trailing behind you, his hand in yours.

When you reach the bar you see the man from the bathroom a few spots down from you. He sees you immediately and you do your best not to make eye contact with him. You can practically feel his eyes burning into you. Shawn absentmindedly twirls a piece of your hair around his finger and orders your drinks, none the wiser to the creep gawking at you.

“What do you wanna do now?” Shawn asks, “dance, people watch -”, you both give each other the look, “okay so we’ll people watch,” he finishes.

You two go over to one of the tables your friends had reserved. Not wanting to be too far from Shawn, you sit on his lap to keep him close, his arm wraps loosely around you and rests on the tops of your thighs.

“Okay, okay we got our first one. Two o’clock: drunk girl trying to take a selfie with the calculator app on her phone,” Shawn points across the room.

You laugh, “now it’s my turn,” you scan the room, “there! Ten o’clock, that guy looks like he fell asleep standing up with that girl grinding on him.”

Shawn bites your bare shoulder then smoothes it over with a kiss, “nope I’m gonna win,” he pokes you with his nose while he looks around, “Ah! Dead noon, middle of the dance floor, dude straight up puked all over himself.”

You scrunch your nose, “gross. Alright there’s gotta be a better one than that,” your eyes skim the room and you see him.

You immediately get uneasy and feel like you’re being watched. Shawn notices your body stiffen and rubs your back soothingly, “what’s up? Is the drink upsetting your stomach? I know sometimes tequila hits you weird.”

The room starts spinning, and it’s not because of the alcohol. Your vision blurs, and you have tunnel vision on nothing but him. He never stops staring, making sure his eyes lock with yours as he slowly sips his drink. He watches you like a lion watches a gazelle in the wild, canvassing, casing, until they’re ready to attack their prey.

“No - yes, I’m -”

“Is it that fucking guy? Did you see him again?” Shawn doesn’t realize it, but his hold on you tightens.

You can feel your skin start to burn, and your heart rate pick up, “let’s just go home, babe. Please?”

Shawn’s staring madly into the crowd, eyes searching for the man. He knows when he catches him, and you can tell he knows by the way he clenches his jaw until it’s perfectly sharp. His pupils dilate and eyes narrow on him.

“Is that him?” He asks, pointing directly at him from across the crowded club.

You nod.

“I’m going to go have a word.”

Before you have a chance to protest he lifts you off of him and scurries away. Goddamn him for being so lanky and quick. You do your best to keep up and you can see his knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists. You’re hot on his tail when he reaches him.

“You’ve got some goddamn nerve.”

The man looks taken aback, “excuse me, little boy?” He scoffs.

“Don’t you ever put your hands on my girlfriend again, do you hear me?”

The man just laughs and throws his head back. You stand protected behind Shawn.

“That’s your girl? You could do better.”

Shawn’s fist collides with the man’s cheek, but he doesn’t flinch. Your worst fear comes to life when the man draws his fist back.

“Oh shit,” is all Shawn can manage before his body meets the floor.

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“And what did we learn tonight?” You ask, dabbing the dried blood from Shawn’s face.

He glares up at you from his seat on edge of the bathtub, “don’t pick fights with people that are bigger than you,” he manages, his voice garbled by the two tampons shoved up his bleeding nose.

“And what else?” You press.

Shawn rolls his eyes, “that you’re not a damsel in distress and you don’t need saving and toxic masculinity and blah, blah, blah,” he groans.

“Very good,” you pip, getting the last of the blood off of his skin, “think you’ve stopped bleeding yet?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Shawn winces as you pluck out each of the tampons out of his nostrils, “how’s it feel?” You ask.

He wiggles his swollen nose around his face, the bruising already beginning under his eyes and around his cheekbones, “I don’t think it’s broken, but I’m going to look like an elephant stepped on my face for a couple weeks.”

“I don’t know,” you take a step back and examine him, folding your arms across your chest, “I kinda dig the broken face thing. Makes you look like a bad boy.”

Shawn raises an eyebrow, “Oh?” He says, reaching out and pulling you forward by your hips.

You bite your nail and shake your head, “nah, I like you much better as the big dumb mush that you are.”

Shawn smiles, “give me a kisssssssss,” he whines.

You oblige and bend down to kiss him, only to be met with:

Ow.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mandes fic #shawn mendes fanfic

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faunusrights · 4 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 21

IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY IS SO VERY SLEEPY BUT THE UPDATE SCHEDULE TAKES NO PRISONERS (FOR THE MOMENT):

“So it’s true,” she wheezed between grit fangs—“that bitch really does have you on a leash.”

KINKY,

me: okay lemme refresh on what happened last chapter-- me: /remembers me: oh yeah! yeah that SUCKED,

lets us continue on the journey of deep and immense sadness with glynda ‘clown shoes’ goodwitch!!!!!!!! here we go here we go

It took a while to pry back the jaws of her soul and wrench herself out of them.

ooh i rly like the context change here. before glynda was kinda falling back into her soul as a way of just Getting On With Shit or protecting herself, but now it’s framed in a fun new way of please can i get out of here now. good job glynda. look at u GROUNDING YRSELF like a CHAMP who should have been in a TKO LIKE FIVE ROUNDS AGO--

What did that mean? Had she asked Cinder about Ochre? Glynda struggled to recall, but the memories swirled like clouded ink in her skull.

i still love the continuation of glynda’s Mysterious Messages To Herself. she leads such a thrilling life of ‘did i write that’ and ‘did i do that’ and ‘what does any of this mean’

Hating herself, Glynda found she couldn’t remember.

and also a less thrilling life of the squeaky clown shoes variety. glynda PLEASE

She had to know: was anything Cinder had given her real?

the YOU and the US,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, the DESTINY. dw babe im sure cinder Has Never Told A Lie, Even Once In Her Life, On Account Of Being A Very Open And Honest Person,

Had she been abandoned? Cinder had been unhappy when she left. Angry, maybe. Angry enough to take her leave for good? Or had she always planned to?

i love watching glynda slowly become kind of,,,,,,,,,,,, more aware of herself in relation to other people? sometimes she still Moves or Does w/o rly thinking it thru, but we’ve got quite a change from, like, early chapters of glynda where she was barrelling along with VERY little disregard for both actions AND consequences,,, but look at her now!!!!!!! using her whole ass BRAIN. im proud of her.

When she tried to dismiss this first fear, another one was waiting underneath: had something happened to Cinder?

In her attempts to keep Glynda’s soul from smothering them both, Cinder had been quite willing to converse over the phone with her—even if her texts were short and snippy, she usually at least responded, to avoid backlash. Did she not care anymore? Or—

Or was she unable to?

/leans in, like, uncomfortably close to the microphone

glynda darling i do Not mean 2 worry u but yr (future) gf is currently grieving, pissed beyond belief, and also

/checks notes

failing her way into becoming strawberry jam

But, surprisingly, there was another half to Glynda now: one that worried, despite facts, that Cinder was in danger. That Cinder might need her.

GO AND GET THE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The light caught in every golden thread of her crown emblem, embroidered with diligent precision. But something else caught her eye: the midnight black surrounding it had a sheen to it. Subtle red ducked through the fabric, glittering like burnished stars in a distant night sky: fire Dust.

The flash of a memory: Cinder’s face when Glynda had complained that her last cape had been burned.

This cape would not burn.

okay so no lie i cant read this bit without my eyes starting to water abt just how GOOD this section is and i have cried TOO MANY TIMES over this fic ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T H A N K Y O U F O R T H E F O O D !

CINDER MADE IT FIREPROOF. SHE DIDNT HAVE TO. SHE DIDNT NEED TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THE SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS U N R E A L. I AM CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GO GET THE GIRL YOU MORON

Glynda didn’t know what to do.

Glynda dialed Winter.

and i am INSTANTLY launched back into the comedy that is glynda goodwitch’s life at large THANKS FOR THE WHIPLASH

“No, I mean… I was awful to you the last time we spoke. I know I was. I keep thinking about it. I’m so sorry, I just… Don’t have anyone else to go to right now. I don’t know who else I’d call.” It was horrible to admit. Loneliness had never shamed her before because her soul had held it at bay. Now it made her sick. “I’m safe. If you don’t want to talk to me…”

LOOK AT THIS CHARACTER GROWTH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, GLYNDA!!!!!!!! YR DOIN SO WELL BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE COME LOOK AT HER THINKING WITH HER M I N D.

“I lashed out at you, Professor Goodwitch. That wasn’t right of me. I should have known that you weren’t truly to blame for what you said. I know Cinder. She’s manipulative. She twists the world and makes you think she’s a different person than who she really is. I blamed you in the moment, but Cinder Fall is truly the person at fault for making you believe that I would try to hurt you. I shouldn’t have raised my voice or said the things I did.”

/rubs face

like winter needs to be in this fic and og was bereft not having her actually take up 30% of the space as she DESERVES, but god i forgot that shes a whole Thing and winter please just. shush. for a moment. for a second. ilusm. but please shut up.

Glynda was pacing, her Scroll levitating near her.

side note but casual uses of glyndas semblance is one of my fav things i love seeing it. glynda ‘look mom no hands’ goodwitch out here,

Glynda closed her eyes. The tactile recollection of cats arching, bristling, and spitting. Backed into corners. “Maybe she was panicking. I don’t know.”

i dont rly have much to say here other than continuing to enjoy Cinder As Cat, the ongoing metaphor. glyndas just gonna pick her up the scruff of the neck eventually and we will ALL b thankful.

ughghghgb im not gonna copy paste this whole convo w/ winter because this is a liveblog not a shitty projection of the fic on the side wall of a bowling alley, BUT GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD glynda is so WORRIED,,,,,,,,,,, past glynda is befuddled. bemused. why does future glynda Feel so much. but future glynda is FEELING and i love her. das yr gf yr worried abt. DAS HER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and also yr other gf winter too but like that’s a long-con sort of egg to hatch,

While it had been some time now since Glynda had been in a proper fight, she expected no trouble. This wasn’t Cinder—ergo: this wasn’t a real threat to her. Still, she would bide her time and hold her silence, if only for the chance of getting a hint of what was going on.

This wasn’t Cinder—ergo: this wasn’t a real threat to her.

LADS,,,, LADIES,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, BEANS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, IS IT GAY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, TO SEE YR RIVAL AS YR ONLY REAL THREAT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The group crossed the room as one unit, guns aloft and eyes peeled, determined to not be ambushed.

Glynda intended to ambush them regardless.

i dont like 2 say when an au gets a character so right that all other interpretations aren’t valid, but.......................... offal hunt gets glynda so right that all other interpretations aren’t valid, and thats that, on that,

One left. Glynda didn’t hesitate. She had been built to fight Grimm; far stronger, far quicker, far more bestial foes than these. She was herself a blade, sharpened far too fine for these intruders.

sounds hot

“Are they...alive?”

Glynda didn’t pause to check.

“Professor? Are they alive?”

glynda: fuck them kids

“How will you get to her?” Winter asked.

“I always find her in the end,” Glynda answered.

hrm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i wonder if that’s foreshadowing something

Her soul was churning inside her, longing for solace, for Cinder. She could picture the way like a burning trail in her mind’s eye; that bright-yellow tether between herself and Cinder, that pathway between their souls that she had tread so many times before. It always led her to Cinder.

HRM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I WONDER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“Good luck, Glynda.”

“Thank you,” she said again, pausing under the streetlights. “But I won’t need luck. I’ll find her.”

FELLAS,

what a good chapter!!!!!!!!!!! also i cried. BUT I HAD A REAL GOOD TIME. I CAN IMAGINE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LESS OF A GOOD TIME, BUT FOR NOW, I WILL ENJOY THE MENTAL IMAGE OF GLYNDA’S BICEPS AND HER FUTURE WEDDING ALSO,

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog

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Another Love TKO

I just read your text post about the dude you liked and it made me think of a situation that happened with me and this girl i had a huge crush on at my college.

I'm pretty sure it was fall semester 2017, i had walked to my building for class like i always did, i had my headphones in like always and was early to my class like always.

(quick side note) idk about you but im introverted, the reason i mention that is because me being as introverted as i am, im very observant. I notice everything around me, i notice peoples faces, the clothes they wear, im just a very observant person. I dont talk that much, and i never walk around with my face in my phone like everyone seems to do these days, im always, always in deep thought, and deep observation.

Anyways, i get to class hella early and i have my headphones in and im just chilling, when all of a sudden i see the most beautiful girl i have ever seen at my college, i mean, she was stunning. her hair was curly, and it was in a bun, her skin was golden and she had a bandana that was a mixture of red, black, and green. she had those gold and black suede pumas that was popular around that time.

Her arms were criss crossed across her chest and she was carrying her books. in the 5 seconds it took for her to pass me i picked up her whole vibe. she walked past me and didnt even know i existed. but i didnt give a shit, i was absolutely blown away by how gorgeous this girl was. when i say she was the most THE most beautiful girl i had ever seen at my college... i mean it.

She walked past and it was like slow motion, i stopped my music and said to myself, "damn who is that"?! and that slow motion shit stopped and time was regular again, i was like "aigh i have to get to know her". so i literally looked at the time to make sure that every tuesday/ thursday i was at that exact spot just so i could get a glimpse of her. and sure enough every tuesday/ thursday i saw what i thought would be my future wife.

But the thing is, here i am picturing all this lovey dovey shit like walking down the beach, me surprising her with flowers, me taking picture of her (im a photographer) all that gushy shit, and i know deep down im too shy to even approach her lol... one thing about men that most of us wont admit is that, when we see "the one" or that girl that makes time stop and makes you reevaluate life for a second.... we be gettin scared... or shit maybe its just me. but the fear of fuckin up can really stop you from doing somethin great. in this instance it was my fear that got the best of me. but when we men see that girl that you just know you have to have, we just dont know how to act idk why.

but idk im speaking for all dudes like i know, shit so maybe its me. anyways... i would see this girl basically every tuesday/ thursday and never speak.. i would always chicken out, because it would be hella people in the hallways, then on top of that she always looked like she didnt wanna be bothered, so i was like fuck lol im never gon get this girl.

so i said fuck it. ima just wait till i see her on the campus walking and try and speak to her then. i figured shit if i talk to her when its only her, if i get rejected, only me and her will know lol... so idk what picture i had in my head but the shit was nothing close to what actually happened. i thought i would see her on campus... and i literally saw her like 3 times on campus, and she was either to far for me to get to her or going in a building i wasnt going into... its like she was a ghost. i started questioning did i even see her in the first place, or was i just so in need of real love that i made her up...

So i basically just gave up... and then one day at work i saw her again. at this point it had been like weeks since i last saw her on campus. i had dropped the class i had in the spot where i saw her in the first place, so i basically didnt see her at all.

if im being honest the shit was like a movie, i had got on the elevator to go check the trash in one of the buildings like i had did every single day of that semester, and as soon as i got off i saw her walking in one of the entrances. that same rush of adrenaline came over me like it was my first time seeing her all over again. we looked at each other but walked past one another. she walked to the staircase entrance and was gone in 5 seconds again.

i had never had a girl make my heart beat like this before. i was in a daze. i was so nervous but i now knew that she lived in one of the dorms i worked in, which made me happy. so i planned on talking to her the next day. my confidence level shot up, i was ready to finally talk to this girl.

the next day at work i tried to spend as much time as i could in her dorm, and of course... i didnt see her. I saw her the one time and that was it.

It wouldnt be until the end of the next semester which was spring 2017 that i saw her again. i was working in the dorms. she was packing her stuff up to leave, and i said oh well no use now. so i was with my coworker and we were laughing and joking, and i said alright man ima go and make myself busy.

no sooner do i leave him to go check on trash in the dorm "my future wife" lived in, i was cleaning something in the lobby, and through the blinds i saw my coworker talking to the girl of my dreams!! she was smiling and laughing and i saw them get in the elevator together... so i rushed over to that building and of course the elevators we busy. so i took the stairs down and went to the basement and i didnt see them... i rushed to catch the elevator back up and as i was getting off the elevator i heard her laugh and say "have a good day" and the door shut, and my coworker walked around the corner and said "oh shits whats up"! from the time i saw them talking in the first place to me getting up there when she was walking out the door, it was about 2-3 minutes.

my heart was beating 1000 times a minute, my coworker came around the corner and saw me, i said "yo bro, who was that girl you were just with"? he said oh her, idk... i was like bro that girl is the girl of my universe lol... the next time you see her give her my number or just text me so i can talk to her... he said alright bro i got you.

And of course because life is life, i didnt see her until spring 2018. J. cole's KOD album had just came out a few weeks prior and i was blasting it in my headphones. i was in dream girl's dorm, and i saw her again... she was loading up her car and getting ready to leave... today was the day. i was goin to speak to her... and i know i said this shit 5 thousand times, but this time i had a feeling it would be my last chance.

i saw her a few times loading her car and was nervous. so i turned on one of my favorite cole songs... 03 adolescence. it gave me the confidence i needed. i saw her walking with her R.A and i knew that meant she was checking out and leaving for good, so i waited in the lobby because i knew she would have to walk through there to get to her car...

i was nervous as fuck, and even more because she had her R.A with her and if i got rejected he would see, but i said fuck it. she walked in and i said excuse me, she turned to me and her smile was beautiful, her voice was soft and kind of high pitched. "i said im sorry to bother you but you are beautiful to me and i have had a crush on you for a long time"

she started blushing, smiling and giggling. she said "oh my god do u? where have you see me at?" I said "eh you know, just around". i knew time was fading for me to ask for her number, so i said hey listen i have to get back to work and i know you have to leave, so how about i give you my number and you just text me. she said ok cool.. she pulled out her iphone. the screen was cracked, so i was extra careful to type my number in correctly. i handed it back to her and she said "cool i'll text you when later"

i said ok. on the outside i looked hella regular, but on the inside i was on the moon somewere... i walked into one of the other dorms and jumped up with excitement, i couldnt believe after all this time we had finally spoke. i finally got to talk to her. i was on fire. but then i quickly came back down to earth because the real test was waiting to see would she hit me up.

I waited all day and all night, and came up with every excuse in the book. "maybe she just got tired from driving" lol... maybe she dropped her phone and it cracked and broke... maybe she accidently deleted the number. i came up with every excuse in the book.

and after all that, she never texted me. and i have to say my feelings were hurt for a few days. i was more embarrassed than anything, because i put myself out there only to strike out. it was also the fact that i pictured us walking down the beach, all that lovey dovey shit i had thought about was basically never gonna happen. i had feelings for this girl, and she didnt even know the half. what hurt the most was that she never got to know how i really felt. i pictured her asking me "so how long have you liked me"? and i wouldve told her how i knew i liked her from the first time i laid eyes on her

how i knew exactly what she wore on the first day i saw her, how furiously my heart beat from just getting a glimpse of her. i wouldve told her that every time i saw her it was like the first time i saw her.... but it never happened sadly... and after that encounter it was truly the last time i had saw her. she either transferred, moved off campus, or graduated. so i wrote this out because your story reminded me of this, but also just to say, we're all kind of awkward in our own little way, and i think that no matter how awkward we are and how odd we might be, theres someone out there waiting in the universe that will love us unconditionally. ( sorry this was so long) have a great night.

#black and artsy #kvmes #submission

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