Jan 6, 2018
GIRLS NIGHT OUT @vanityriot & @leftown
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GIRLS NIGHT OUT @vanityriot & @leftown
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ARMYBRCT / BRAVEWITCH / VANITYRIOT / LEFTOWN / GINGERQUIFF
‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’
soft angst meme + @leftownRight… she would be, wouldn’t she? Toni’s shoulders, hunched as she hung low, nursing the black eye that she’d been punched out with, the shock still wearing on her features. Tonight had been another night, of going home, and trying to get in. But instead of the usual tightness of the lock, the door handle gave, and she was able to see inside. Frozen, for a temporary moment upon the doorstep, before instinct kicked in and she knew to step inside, closing the door gently behind her. Turning, only to see too late the fist headed for her face, knocked flat against the floor before she could register her uncle, too drunk for words, standing over her figure.Toni, managing to open the door and escape before it got any worse. She wasn’t sure how Gladys found her, saying nothing at first as the woman turned her face, and touched where her head had banged against the floor. But when she spoke, she felt the reality of it, heavy and wearing against her skin. Home really hand’t been home for a while, but knowing that it wasn’t an option anymore…. it chilled her, stomach flip flopping as she reached out, just to hold her hand. As if that physical reminder would make it real, that really, the woman wouldn’t simply leave her behind the way so many other adults had.
@leftown cont. from here !
the smile on fp's face is wide, his eyes never leaving the curve of her face and how it shines from the stray bands of moonlight. they never really leave her anytime she's next to him. hell, anytime she's anywhere in his point of view, she's always the center of his attention. it's one of the very first few signs he had of knowing that SHE was the one, for him at least. growing up, he paid attention to everyone, fear of being thought to be aloof something to keep him on his toes. but when she was around? it was always a game changer.
" we already have the picket fence, you know. " he states, gesturing to the fence that bordered his childhood home. it's the first time he takes his eyes off of her, and it's brief. her words and her movement leads him to wrap his arm around her, the last five making him feel like a child all over again. a stupid grin solidifies it, one that has no business being on a grown mans face.
" about damn time. "
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“you came back.” she’s surprised to say the least. “i haven’t seen you in... i don’t even know how long.” she suspects it’s for f.p, with the recent circumstances and the death of riverdales beloved jason blossom. why he took the fall she’ll never know. because she knows damn well he didn’t murder that boy.
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❛ i’m starting to think you had the right idea---- leaving, that is, ❜ he confesses over a glass of whiskey ( off duty, of course ). these are the things you save for late nights with old friends, these are the things you’re only brave enough to muse to someone who knows you well enough to keep things straight. ❛ not that it matters for me, i mean, a good captain goes down with his ship and a good sheriff sticks around til the town’s up in FLAMES, but for you, it’d be smart. i know it was home, but... this isn’t OUR RIVERDALE anymore, gladys. i wish it was, but it’s not. and our kids, they deserve better. ❜
@leftown liked for sheriff keller ( sc. )
“ HI MRS JONES, have you seen jughead around ?? ” part of her intention was looking for jughead, but with his mom being there, betty wanted to try and get to know her more.
@leftown / ♡
@leftown bc ?????
couldn’t he have one night? could he just have ONE night? where he could drink his sorrows, dive under the fermented ocean and drown? he just pushed the last person he had away, for christ’s sake. he just gave away his son, the ONLY person in this world he had left. well, he had the serpents. he still had a family. but what did that matter when he didn’t have his son?
the knocking on the door was too loud for even his groggy state to ignore. god, fp didn’t know how much he had drank already. if he was being honest, he had lost count around the time the sun went down. but it was either opening the door or letting the noise be some kind of demented lullaby. groaning, he got up slowly and stumbled to the door, nearly falling against the doorway as he opened it.
“what do yo-” his question was caught in his throat when he noticed who it was, when he looked at a face he had been drinking his hardest to forget. “gladys?” his voice slurred the ending slightly, his eyes widening by the second.