#infinitedcsires

[ofharshrealms]

@infinitedcsires

Standing away from the crowd, Jackson Maverick nursed a whiskey, neat. Most of his friends--well, those he’d called his friends--peaked in high school, where his life had taken him down an entirely different path. 1st round, 1st pick, he’d been the golden boy of the NHL for years, until his retirement in his 40s, an age that was rare to be playing at still. Now, he ran a little tattoo shop in the art district, something else he’d poured his very soul into. To Jackson, soul was everything, and it always had been. Moving towards a few other people, thick fingers brushed the shoulder of someone he’d not seen in years--near 30, if he remembered correctly. “There’s a sight for sore eyes,” he remarked, his voice soft.

[timelcsss]

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“So you’ve known for a week and failed to tell me? I have to give you props for that one love.” He laughed softly, he would have blabbed a whole lot quicker if he was in her shoes. Kissing her back softly he nodded his head. “Very excited.” 

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[eightholyterrors]

toni   &&   jughead;   you  are  everywhere  &&  you  are  everything

          when she texted him     he saw the context.     even without ever looking her in the eyes    --    he knew.      she needed him. they    needed each other no matter how much     time would pass     &&     how much     cruelty would come    their way.     it was the two of them    --     it always had been;     always would be.    he’d have    walked to her trailer if he     thought he could be to her faster.     but the night was      heavy.     obvious from the      moonlight that cascaded     into his open blinds to     fill the room.      it pooled in      like a blanket of white.    his eyes were thick     &&     heavy with exhaustion.     but his phone had been left on     --    just in case.     the in case almost always    happened, but tonight the frantic     text told him    enough.     she was writing it through     an ocean of tears.     he wanted to be there.     he wanted to wipe them.     with a quick response     typed through his own sleepy    gaze, he slipped from underneath the     sheets.    running his tongue over his lower     pleat he moved to throw on a t-shirt.     although he could answer in his     boxers     (    she wouldn’t have minded    )     he figured he should be semi   -   decent.  lying his phone down on the    bedside table he     headed towards the front door.        it was locked.     slid across with a bolt.     one could never be too cautious on the     south side.     he opened it before     she could knock.     he heard the footsteps on the other side.     with a soft expression he     saw her things stuffed sloppily     into a tote bag,     hanging out,     --    almost falling out to be     honest,     &&    he offered her a hug, drawing her close     his hands tangled in her strands of hair.      she wasn’t dressed    either.     that told him all he needed      to know.     another night of abuse from her      uncle    ??     he could     feel the strain on his frame not      to storm off,       &&     beat the shit out of that    man.     ❛    did he    hurt you    ??   ❜    the question     was always one he dreaded.     sometimes he didn’t want the     answer, but tonight;      he did. 

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[snakeswithguns-a-blog]

@infinitedcsires

They were here, it seemed impossible, but they followed Adaline here. They drugged her like before, found a warehouse and tortured her again, hitting her, cutting her, and was chloroformed for two days. Before they let her go, they burned an ‘S’ onto the back of her neck and dumped her somewhere in Riverdale. She was found near Pop’s and was taken to the hospital, her family was notified and her siblings called some Serpent members she was friends with and Cheryl from the Vixens. When Adaline opened her eyes, she saw red first, then Cheryl’s features became clear. “H-Hey...y-you’re here.” She held her hand out towards the Vixens captain.

[reformedsnake]

“Toni, how’s everyone settling in?                     I know it’s not the best but it’s all we’ve got right now.”

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[dirtyflcwers]

@infinitedcsires | based on this

                '  he's downstairs, right?  '  maybe adonis is a little too drunk right now to be talking to her. he's harbored hidden feelings for his best friend's girlfriend for more than a little while, and if he's sat with her for much longer he's sure that he'd end up saying something he'd regret.  '   you know, you look so cute tonight.   '  —   '   and he' s just, downstairs. i mean . . . i mean, is he stupid? if you were mine i'd be with you all the time. like, he's always with those other chicks, or whatever, and i just don't really get it. that guy kinda sucks.  '

[thexmcnsters]

{closed starter | @infinitedcsires }

XAVIER: how are you doing baby? XAVIER: i bet you look extremely sexy today

[myxtorturedxheart]

They were the last two left in the gallery, the event long over and the rest of the staff having gone home. Lily walked towards the other, passing them a glass of wine as she took a sip of her own. “Did you want to head to my place? It’s just upstairs.” She asked, smiling kindly.  ( @infinitedcsires)