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her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget

[wynoncs]

hallidavs‌:

          he grins looking down at the bag of peas that sits on his lap, the gesture is unexpected but he’s not entirely too surprised. he picks it up, pressing it against his cheek, “did big red get blinded by some cock on her way back?” he shakes his head solemnly, darkened features almost make it look as if he’s actually disappointed if it weren’t for the playful bits of mirth swimming in his brown hues “never trust someone who doesn’t know the difference between right or left to mend your wounds. – thanks, superstar. remind me to buy you a brand new soccer ball.” he teases with a smirk before he lets out a scoff, “he may have gotten my lip - but i know i fuckin’ broke his nose. i think it was an easy win. plus - he’s out of the party and i’m still here.” the minor fact that it’s his party goes without saying as he lifts his arms, gesturing around the room as if it were his palace. he stands, towering over the girl and reaches behind her, plucking the scrunchie the holds her hair together letting it slide onto his wrist and letting her caramel locks cascade down her back. he tugs lightly on a newly fallen strand, dipping his head down to meet her gaze, “tell me what you’re drinking tonight, winona.”

“it’s your party.” she points out with a raised eyebrow. he’s on his feet, towering above her so suddenly that she’s forced to tilt her chin up to maintain any sort of eye contact. he’s close enough to consume her entire line of sight. it’s distracting enough that she doesn’t recognize that glimmer in his eyes before it’s too late. he reaches behind her and the responding tug on her hair has her hand flying to the base of her ponytail. “don’t—“ but she’s too late. her hair falls down around her in sheets, the honeyed strands tickling her bare arms. she makes a few attempts to steal the scrunchie back but they’re halfhearted at best, leaving her empty handed. again. yet another scrunchie held captive - at this point, nothing short of chopping her hair off would break the vicious cycle. it’s all so ridiculous that instead of huffing or sighing or stating a useless demand that he relinquish her property, she laughs. the sound is so unexpected, so loud that she slaps a hand over her mouth to smother the noise. “you are infuriating.” with a shake of her head, she does her best to wipe the smile from her lips. she adverts her gaze, if only to find a single shred of the composure she’s just lost. she chances a glance up. “something you’d hate i’m sure.” she swirls the pinkish liquid around in her solo cup before taking a hearty sip. kombucha surely isn’t on the list of kieran approved party drinks.

[hallidavs]

          he looked as if a party was the last place he should be - slouched in a chair a blossoming bruise on his cheek, and his lip that had stopped bleeding about twenty minutes ago - had split open. if it wasn’t his party, he would have been kicked out by now.  his cheek was cool to the touch, slightly damp from the iced that had been pressed against his cheek, someone had handed it to him after the fight; the red head who had been perched on the arm of the chair had gone to fetch him a replacement for the ice that had quickly melted away. he half expected it to be her when he feels someone sidle up next to him but he’s greeted by someone else. he offers a shrug of a bare shoulder that’s hidden underneath a leather jacket; looking like a mix of dionysus and ares, exiled to earth for one too many wrongdoings. the boy exhales a string of smoke from his juul, moving to swap it for a sip of jack daniels - he knows there’s better options out there, but he likes the roughness to it - the way it still stings a little when it slides down his throat. “  you see the other guy ? ” he questions , “ nothin’ like a welcome back party, is there ? ” 

[wynoncs]

unceremoniously, she drops a bundle into his open lap. wrapped in a small dish cloth is a bag of frozen peas - turns out even the filthy rich keep their freezers stocked with the essentials; hidden behind obscenely expensive vodka of course. a little unorthodox maybe but the small bag molds perfectly to the curve of a cheekbone or the arch of a knee cap. she’s certainly no stranger to bruises, though her’s typically blossom in the afterglow of a well fought game. “it’s no perky red head but consider it my party favour,” wisps of smoke snake and twist up into the air, the subtle flavour mingling and mixing with the scent of booze and sand and sweat. its not entirely unpleasant but she wrinkles her nose anyways. “or is it more of a consolation prize? the jury is still out on who won that fight.” she hadn’t be a witness to the chaos herself but the party is abuzz with enough gossip to give her a vague idea.

[wynoncs]

( bridget satterlee, 20, cis female, she/her. ) looks like WINONA MICHAELS is ready for the summer of their lives. they're known around town to be + DEDICATED, + ENTICING, - SARDONIC and - PROUD. they remind me of THE SOUND OF A SOCCER BALL FINDING THE BACK OF THE NET, ROLLING YOUR EYES & KEEPING YOUR FAVOURITE SCRUNCHIE ON YOUR WRIST.

ok ok ok ok cool cool cool cool. it’s your girl vee back at it with those messy intros lol. this is my girl winona and I haven't played her in a hot minute but I've been feeling her so !! check out her pinterest bc lets be real.. it will do a much better job explaining her then I can. if she passes the vibe check let’s plot it out

don’t call her winnie. she hates that nickname

she’s a hard core soccer bitch. she got scouted in high school and was offered a full ride scholarship to uni

she’s been recovering from a torn achilles tendon the past few weeks so she’s dying to play again

she’s a walking nike/lululemon advert

need a scrunchie? a spare ponytail elastic? she’s your girl

her mom is a real car wreck. she dated winona’s dad for like two months when she was twenty, got pregnant and basically dropped her off on her ex’s door step like, surprise bitch. its ur baby. she used to be a track star but got injured and basically fell hard into prescription drugs and other shit and she’s never really managed to get her life together. she still pops up in winona’s life from time to time, tryin to hit her up for money and shit

her dad was the real mvp and raised the best he could. he ended up getting married when winona was three and popped out two kids of his own

her dad highkey wishes she would drop soccer and focus on a more stable and reliable career. he doesn’t say it but she knows it’s cause he doesn’t want her to be like her mom. he’s always gone to her games and shit but he’s occasionally dropping hints about the benefits of a ‘real job.’

she’s always been really focused and determined and spent a good chunk of her childhood obsessed with her sport so she never really had a big group of friends

will eye roll herself into the next century 

health freak lol she’s not a crazy vEgAn (she’s not vegan thank god) but she could be like one of those fitness youtube people who makes videos about what they eat in a day you know?

this is her. that's it. that’s the intro.

sassy n snappy

she’s one of those people who talks but never really says anything if you know what i mean? she’s been all about soccer for so long she never wanted to distract herself so she’s always kept things close to the chest which is highkey not all that healthy

basically she needs friends and more of a life lol

she’s pretty much always moving. she’s never been able to sit still for very long

[wynoncs]

rivcrbelmnt‌:

        he offers her a nonchalant lift of his shoulders, not bothering to hide the grin that pulls onto his lips, “let’s say i’ve got enough to bring more than bacon home to the table.” there’s a short pause as he licks his lips, focusing his attention on the girl in front of him, “might even have enough to take you out to dinner, doll.” his boston accent his thick as before it’s pushed aside by the laugh that flits out of his lips. “sadly no bargain on slurpees today. just felt like doing something nice for my roommates - is that so hard to believe, winona?” the smirk is back, as his hand clutches his heart, “you admitting you finally trust me? i could do the moonwalk right now” his tone is teasing before he grabs a brownies and takes a bite from one himself, “some eggs, some sugar, some hard work and all of my love. it’s the foundation to your blueberry pancakes too, isn’t it?”

she cracks a sly smile. "dinner huh? does that mean fancy milkshakes and burgers?" a flush of pink finds its way onto the apples of her cheeks when he points out her careless slip and her fingers find the base of her ponytail once more – for all the discipline she shows on and off the field, it hasn’t rid her of the obvious tell. she hoists herself up on the counter top, letting her legs dangle off the edge. if anything, it gives her another moment to pretend that her confession, though accidental, isn’t any less true. he's become someone she trusts. she meets his gaze once more, wrinkling up her nose slightly. “don’t make it a thing.” he snatches a brownie off the plate and take a hearty bite, her hazel eyes flickering down, watching his throat work as he swallows the bite. she scoots close enough to tap his side with the toe of her unlaced shoe. twice. “i have training today.” she says pointedly. “can you promise me that my only regret is going to be that I caved and ate a brownie for breakfast? i already accidentally ate an edible, remember?"

[honeymoonavenue]

[rivcrbelmnt-blog]

        he doesn’t bother to hide the wads of bills that he counts, two leather wallets lay stripped of their contents and their owners stripped of their dignities for making it so damn easy for him. his eyes lift as he sees one of his roommates entering the kitchen eyebrows raising in a silent greeting as he finishes counting the last twenty before folding the small stack in half and tucking it into the chest pocket of the vibrant button down he sports. there’s a smirk that curls on his boyish features, dimpling the side of his cheek as he leans against the counter and with a single digit pushes a plate of brownies towards them, boston accent coating each one of his syllables, “brownie? i made them myself”

[wynoncs]

she glances up in time to see river’s ringed adorned fingers shuffle through an impressive stack of green bills. she silently lifts a brow when he tucks the folded wad into the chest pocket of his obnoxiously loud button down. as always, her fingers instantly find themselves rising to her ponytail, pulling at the strands to ensure they are secured tightly. “good day at the office, honey?” her words are surprisingly teasing; filled with a level of mirth river always seems to inspire. she finds herself at the opposite end of the kitchen island, her palms resting flat against the granite surface. “you baked?” she’s incredulous. “what’s the occasion? 711 having half off slurpees?” she eyes the plate with a healthy level of suspicion. plucking a brownie off the pile, she lifts it to her nose for a cautionary sniff. it’s not unreasonable to assume there is more then eggs and flour and sugar inside the chocolate treats. “not that i don’t trust you.. but what exactly did you put in these?”

[wynoncs]

hola mi amigos! it’s your girl, vee bringing the loml winona back from the grave! okay so i’m pretty psyched about this so hit that little heart and i’ll flood your messages or hit you up on discord and we can chit chat

[ bridget satterlee. 21. cisfemale. ] oh, HER? that’s my roommate WINONA MARTINS! she lives on the THIRD FLOOR and is known to get on everyone’s nerves for LEAVING HER SOCCER BALL LAYING AROUND but  she make up for it when MAKES THE BEST BLUEBERRY PANCAKES. it’s probably why everyone around the building calls her THE ATHLETE

don’t call her winnie. she hates that nickname

she’s a hard core soccer bitch. she got scouted in high school and was offered a full ride scholarship to uni

she’s been recovering from a torn achilles tendon the past few weeks so she’s dying to play again

she’s a walking nike/lululemon advert

need a scrunchie? a spare ponytail elastic? she’s your girl

her mom is a real car wreck. she dated winona’s dad for like two months when she was twenty, got pregnant and basically dropped her off on her ex’s door step like, surprise bitch. its ur baby. she used to be a star soccer player but got injured and basically fell hard into prescription drugs and other shit and she’s never really managed to get her life together. she still pops up in winona’s life from time to time, tryin to hit her up for money and shit

her dad was the real mvp and raised the best he could. he ended up getting married when winona was three and popped out two kids of his own

her dad highkey wishes she would drop soccer and focus on a more stable and reliable career. he doesn’t say it but she knows it’s cause he doesn’t want her to be like her mom. he’s always gone to her games and shit but he’s always dropping hints about the benefits of a ‘real job.’

she’s always been really focused and determined and spent a good chunk of her childhood obsessed with her sport so she never really had a lot of friends

she’s not a crazy health vEgAn nut (she’s not vegan thank god) but she could be one of those fitness youtube people who makes videos about what they eat in a day you know?

you’re probably always tripping on her soccer ball in the mornings bc she left it laying around somewhere.. again

she’s one of those people who talks but never really says anything if you know what i mean? she’s been all about soccer for so long she never wanted to distract herself so she’s always kept things close to the chest which is highkey not all that healthy

basically she needs friends and more of a life lol

she’s pretty much always moving. she’s never been able to sit still for very long

[wynoncs]

alinapetrovas:

          Alina listened to her talk for a moment before shaking her head. “No, wait, no. Don’t do that. I’m not at all prepared. I’ll just… go to the games when I am free and try… that to see if it works. I don’t know.” 

Winona folded her arms across her abandoned textbooks, leaning towards Alina. “So you’re just going to come to the game to watch her sit on the bench from the stands?”

[wynoncs]

rivcrbclmxnt:

“Winona.” he greets, straightening out the open hawaiian button-up he’s sporting today. “almost didn’t recognize you, new haircut?” he asked, fingers abandoning the white stick behind his ear and looping a digit through her caramel locks held together neatly with a hair tie. His tone teasing, knowing fairly well even if Winona had cut all her hair and dyed her scalp purple, he would recognize her. He drops his finger, a thick brow raising, “is that what you did with that last package of Swedish Berries I gifted you? Threw them away to some kid who needs an actual apple, not a sickly sweet sentimental gift? - Heartless, Winona, absolutely heartless.” His head shakes, as he leans back against the brick wall, going back into his former position knowing she’d probably leave if he were to light up right now. He pauses, a short silence filling the space between them before his smirk tugs slowly onto his features, dimpling the boy’s left side. “Nice to know you remember what I say to you. What else you got?” He stuffs a hand into his trousers, “what if you get lost on a random trail, - stuck there for fuckin’ night, how you gonna make a fire? If anything, Winona my question is a test of how prepared you are. At the very least you should have matches.”  

His hand drops from her hair and her own instantly mirrors his actions, gliding over her tightly secured ponytail. “Well all that sentimentality is cluttering my place.” The obscenely large collection of sweets stacked haphazardly on the kitchen counter hadn’t gone unnoticed by her roommates or anyone else traipsing in and out of their off campus apartment. She hadn’t cracked open a packet to snack on, remaining firm on her dislike for the sugary candy but she hadn’t exactly chucked them in the garbage either. Instead they simply sat there, occasionally being used as projectiles for when River made a sudden appearance. “I can’t find it in myself to give some poor kid a cavity so I figured I’d use them for target practice instead.” Her coffee coloured eyes narrow slightly as that ever familiar smirk blossoms on his lips. He so easily plucks the truth from her quick words, shining a light on all the ways he’s already managed to sneak into her life. “Don’t get too excited. With that accent and nonstop conversation some of it was bound to stick.” She spares him a lingering glance as she finds a place next to him against the wall, her shoulder blades resting against the cool brick. Her small laugh trickles into the air. “Remind to stop at the nearest 7-Eleven. I’m planning a run through the park tomorrow and I might get stranded.”

[charlottewinslow]

[wynoncs]

alinapetrovas:

          “Yeah, but I donno. I’d still probably mess that up somehow,” the blonde shook her head. When it came to talking about science, that was one thing, but anything else, Alina wasn’t that great at it. She also didn’t really try because she had more important things to worry about. Like school. “Oh, cool. I guess I’ll just have to go to soccer games from now on.” 

“or, wild idea, but just hear me out.” winona leaned forward, a conspirators grin growing on her lips. “not that i’m discouraging anyone from coming out to watch our games or anything, but i could just introduce you?”

[jaimednb-blog]

The problem with deciding not to go to class was that it left Jasper bored to tears. But, he reasoned, at least he wasn’t bored to tears in economics. Standing right inside an elevator in the main building on campus, he stretched his arm out on an impulse and blocked the path of the person trying to get on with him. “Sorry, new rules. You need a password to ride the elevator now. Three guesses, and if you get them all wrong I’m legally obligated to slice all your fingers off like an old Japanese gameshow.”

[wynoncs]

After eyeing the flock of sorority sisters flooding towards the stairwell doors, Winona had opted for the lesser of the two evils; waiting the five minutes it took for the elevator to reach her floor seemed far more favourable then spending fifteen more trudging down the stairs trapped behind a hoard of chattering freshmen. At least in theory. But then again, some bored kid trying to block her path wasn’t any better. Meeting his gaze with a lifted brow, Winona pressed on the bend of his arm with her palm and pushed her way inside. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to abolish boarders, not make more?”

[alinapetrovax-blog]

          Alina had been sitting in the quad for an hour with her chemistry book out in front of her, but she had barely been looking at it since there was a cute girl on the other side of the quad. She’d been pretending to do her homework, except she wasn’t actually doing anything useful at this point other than starting at the periodic table – that she already knew by heart. “Not be a useless lesbian, but that girl is super cute and I don’t know how to talk to her.” 

[wynoncs]

“I mean, hi is usually a solid place to start.” winona lifts her gaze from her long abandoned economics literature to follow her neighbour’s lingering stare. it takes her no more then a moment to place the familiar face of alina’s affections. “oh-- i know her. the blonde girl with the blue sweater, right? she’s a sub on the soccer team. sophomore, i think. ”

[romyalvarrz]

Index finger and thumb cling to the thin cigarette that’s often found behind the male’s ear, rolling it between the two fingers as he leans against a brick wall. “Y’know - I really need to stop being such a nice guy and letting someone use my lighter.” he muses, boston accent clear and thick with each syllable that escapes. “they never fuckin return it.” He drops his foot that was propped against the wall, readjusting his posture as he nods towards them, “got a lighter I can use? - Hell, I’ll even take a match. Swear on my grandma’s grave i’ll give it back” 

[wynoncs]

she rounds the corner when she sees him. it’s river; the startling recognition settles bone deep, even before the ever familiar boston accent tickles her ear. it must have been the flash of turquoise and honey yellow in her peripheral, or maybe it was the lines created by that easy slouched posture that struck a cord of recognition within her, but regardless of the reason, it’s a rabbit hole she’d rather not tumble down. still, her stride almost instantly slows. “your benevolence knows no bounds. before you know it you’ll be donating all your unwanted lunches and packs of candy to food shelters.” her runners are nearly soundless as she approaches. her brows lift incredulously at his lingering question, a small huff of air pushing through her nose. “you have to know me better by now. i’m the ‘pinnacle of health’ remember?”

[cobwebkitten-deactivated2020101]

send me a fruit

[daddvrios-blog]

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

raspberry: favorite flower?

lemon: do you have any pets? what are their names?

mango: what is your trademark?

passion fruit: how would you describe your style?

pineapple: sexual orientation?

strawberry: favorite desserts?

cherry: can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

grape: if you could take a vacation anywhere in the world, where would you go?

banana: favorite horror movies?

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?

pomegranate: when do you feel the most confident?

cantaloupe: what are your parents’ names?

guava: dark & dramatic makeup or natural makeup?

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

plum: favorite clothing brands?

coconut: favorite perfume?

lychee: satin or lace?

blueberry: what do you want to dress up as for halloween?

apple: what do you use more, tumblr or twitter?

kiwi: what’s something that fascinates you?

watermelon: do you have a job? if so, what is your job title?

papaya: what song describes your aesthetic?

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

nectarine: would you consider yourself an emotional person?

orange: do you have long eyelashes?

apricot: what do you do when you’re sad?

star fruit: favorite sea creature?

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol?

[rachelblairyarchived]

160 episodes of spencer hastings ( .05: reality bites me )

[inspo-motivate]