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afterglow - k. hayes

a/n: a repost from my old blog!

You were having the day from hell. You were late for a work meeting, which only ended in being berated by your boss for the third time this week. You were positive she was just trying to push you to quit, which is just wonderful. You’d barely been working there a year, and the thing that you sacrificed for that job was one of the hardest decisions you’d ever made. Then, in true New York City fashion, you were six blocks from a subway station and it started to downpour on your walk home. You finally walk into your apartment, kicking off your now soaked beyond belief heels, walking into your kitchen immediately and grabbing a bottle of wine out of your fridge. You sigh, pouring it and taking it into your bedroom.

The worst part of your day was still looming. You pull out a box, filled to the brim with the memories of your past relationship. You called Kevin a week ago, after running into Mika at the Starbucks a few blocks away from MSG. You remembered you had a box with his, and you offered it to him when he came to play the Rangers. You didn’t think you would even get an answer, and you knew Kevin left things everywhere and he’d just replace them like it never happened. You couldn’t even remember how many ties of his would go missing by the time he would come back from a road trip. But, Kevin answered that he would swing by and grab them after his flight landed. You hadn’t seen Kevin since the night you kicked him out of your apartment, far too livid at him to form words.

February 25, 2018

You were on edge all day. Kevin had mentioned to you when you started dating that he might not be in New York all season. You both decided to ignore that, pretending like it wasn’t happening until it was. You had only been seeing each other for a few months, but with Kevin, you knew it would be him forever.

You stared at the TV in shock, mouth hanging open at the news.

Kevin Hayes traded to the Winnipeg Jets

You didn’t care what the Rangers had gotten in return, you didn’t care about how far away Winnipeg was, you cared that your entire world was just torn apart. You hadn’t been dating long at the time, a mere six months, which put you in a bizarre position about what the future would hold for the two of you. You sat in your apartment in the West Village, waiting for Kevin to make the short trip from Chelsea.

“Babe?” You hear him unlock the door with the key you’d given him a month ago.

“You’re leaving,” You whisper lowly, not wanting to admit to yourself.

“Y/N, it’s going to be okay, we’ll work it out. You can come with me, in the off-season I’ll sign a new deal and we’ll start making a new home for ourselves,” Kevin says softly, baby blue eyes looking into yours as he kneels in front of you on the couch to get eye-level with you.

“Kev I can’t just pick up and leave, I have work and a life here,” You tried to explain, you’d moved to New York when you were 18 and headed to NYU, bright eyed and full of hope, and stayed after graduation, building a career for yourself in the city. You loved New York, the culture, the atmosphere, and on most nights the people. You’d just taken your dream job, and you weren’t in any position to give it up.

“I can take care of you, come September we’ll be able to settle down somewhere else,” Kevin whispers, resting his large hand on your thigh.

“I don’t want that Kev!” You shout, not realizing your voice had risen, “I did all of this on my own, I’m not going to let you just take care of me, you know that.”

“Y/N what am I supposed to do? This my job, I don’t have a choice, I told you this might happen,” Kevin shouts back.

He was right, he told you after your first date that he wasn’t sure if he would even be a Ranger for the rest of the season. His contract was going to expire and the team was in a rebuild, he knew if he had a good season he would be gone by the deadline.

“Kevin, I’m not that girl,” You start, you were upset and you were lashing out at Kevin for even asking you to leave New York, “I’m not going to follow you around and give my dreams for your job.”

“I’ve never asked you to be,” Kevin shouts back, “Can you be the kind of girl who’s there for me?”

“I’m sure you can find her in Winnipeg,” You deadpan, crossing your arms at him. It was the first time you’d ever fought, and most definitely the first time Kevin’s ever raised his voice at you. His face was red, veins popping out of his neck. He was mad, and you were mad that he couldn’t understand where you were coming from. Kevin was more traditional than you, and while it made him a gentleman, it made it hard for him to get that you liked to work.

“You want me to go off to Winnipeg and find another girl?” Kevin asks, his tone harsh, “It would make road trips fun again.”

His last words were muttered under his breath, but that didn’t mean you didn’t hear them. The second the words slipped out of his mouth, you both went silent. His sentence rocked your world. You never thought Kevin would cheat on you, he’d always made it clear to you that he was yours and you were his. But, the way the words fell out so easily made your skin crawl. You wanted to scream, cry, and fight with him for the next day - but you weren’t being given that time.

“Kevin, just go, I’m sure you need to pack,” You say, tears threatening to spill.

He stands in the doorway, debating whether or not to leave, he looks at you defeated and walks out of your apartment. You sat on the floor of your apartment that night, tears flooding out of your eyes while you wore Kevin’s too big Red Sox hoodie that you loved so much.

You wipe a little dust off the box, it's been almost a year since that night. You’d seen Kevin, on the internet at least, not being able to stop yourself from Instagram stalking your ex-boyfriend. You unfollowed all of his friends, and most of his family - only following his sister just because you liked to see pictures of his niece. Which was fine, until she posted a video of Kevin trying to braid her hair when they headed to Winnipeg to visit, and you cried in the bathroom at work. You opened it, trying to even remember what was inside.

You pulled out a few of his hoodies, because his clothes were always thrown around your apartment. You laugh, pulling out the Patriots hoodie you’d borrowed after the first night you crashed in his apartment. You wore it on the walk back, ignoring hollers about the sports team on your chest while you weaved through the streets of Manhattan while you took a walk of shame back to your place. You hold the gray fabric in your hands, remembering the way it felt - soft like Kevin always was with you. You pull out a couple of his beanies, remember how many he would leave at your house and then just buy another because he forgot about it. You pulled out a few ticket stubs, random concerts you’d both been to that you tossed in there when you broke up. Then you hit the two small velvet boxes that you never stopped thinking about.

You pulled out the first box, opening it to reveal the necklace Kevin had gotten you for Christmas. It was so perfect, you were positive Brady’s girlfriend had to have helped him pick it out. You only tried to wear it once after you broke up, but the memories that flooded back when you put it on was too much. Then there was the other box. Kevin had gotten you the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen in your life for your birthday. He claimed it didn’t mean anything, but when his eyes sparkled when you slipped it on your left hand, to try it on in the restaurant you were in, you thought it may mean more than he was leading on. It was your favorite piece of jewelry, the ring was dainty and small just the way you liked it. You were surprised Kevin even picked it out, considering he lived by the motto that the bigger the better, but he told you he knew you needed it when he saw it in a shop window on a roadtrip in Chicago. You drop the box, hoping maybe he would give it to someone else one day, if there wasn't someone else already.

You hear your someone try to buzz into your building and you knew it had to be Kevin. You carry the box with you in the living room, buzzing him in and dropping it on the island in your kitchen. You sigh, hearing his heavy footsteps come down the door, opening it and letting himself in.

“Hey,” You say, your voice small.

“Hey,” Kevin breathes out, you were both nervous which you guess could be a good thing. He looked different, his hair was a little longer and his beard a little fuller.

Suddenly, as if the universe decided to lay it all on you today, the power in your apartment shuts out, a loud crash of thunder following. You jump, feeling Kevin’s large hands on your shoulders when you do.

“Fuck, give me a minute,” You mutter, running into your room to grab some candles. You spread them around your apartment, lighting them until your apartment wasn’t completely dark.

“All of downtown is in a blackout,” Kevin says, reading the news on his phone, “Like all of it.”

You bite your lip, debating your options. You shouldn’t let Kevin go back out in this weather, and with no power on one half of Manhattan, it wasn’t a great idea.

“You should stay, til this all blows over,” You offer, gesturing to your island where the box sat.

“That’s my stuff?” Kevin asks, opening the box and smiling at the contents. You watch them sift through the box, a wide smile on his face that could barely make out in the glow of the candles that littered your apartment. His hands gripped the same velvet box you dropped in just before he arrived.

“You should keep these,” Kevin says, “They were gifts.”

“Give them to someone else one day,” You whisper, sitting on your counter while you watched him, “That’s what you wanted right?”

You didn’t realize the words came out of your mouth. You’d been harboring this feeling of resentment for so long, your entire world was crushed in a matter of a night and you just wanted some closure. You thought you could get it by just giving him his stuff back, but it still wasn’t enough.

“I didn’t want that,” Kevin says back, “You said it first!”

“You asked me to be someone I wasn’t Kevin,” You say, your voice rising, “That wasn’t fair to me!”

“It wasn’t fair to me that I had to leave, but I did,” Kevin shouts, “And all I wanted was for you to come with me, because I love you.”

“Do you think that it was fucking easy to let you go? Or that I didn’t spend months of my life regretting it? Because I did,” You yell, tears welling up in your eyes, “Congrats Kevin you win, I was fucking miserable without you and the reason I stayed in New York isn’t working out.”

You stomp into your room, slamming the door and sliding down it. You finally just let yourself cry. About that fucking night. About losing the love of your life for some job that isn’t working out. About ruining your own happiness because you could just compromise once. Kevin knocked lightly on the other side, finally giving up after what was probably his hundredth time, sliding down the other side of your bedroom door.

“It was really lonely up there” Kevin whispers, loud enough for you to hear through the door, “In Winnipeg.”

Kevin talked for an hour. He talked about Winnipeg, how no matter what he did he couldn’t stop thinking about you. How he wishes you could have been there. He talked about his summer in Boston, mentioning how his sister got married and he wished you were there. He talked about how his mom asked about you all summer, but he just kept brushing it off because he couldn’t tell her it was his fault. Which leads up to now, where he is finally getting to the new city he set roots in.

“-I like Philly,” Kevin whispers, “You would too, everyone there is great. You’d love my teammates, and they’d love you.”

“Kev?” You finally say, your voice still trembling, “What happened to us?”

“I don’t know,” Kevin says back, his head tapping the door, “I didn’t mean what I said, I don’t know why I said it, but I didn’t mean it.”

“We were both upset, about everything,” You say back, standing up and opening the door, “I’m sorry for telling you to go find someone else.”

Kevin stands up, his hands finding both sides of your face to wipe away the stray tears that were left, “I’m never going to find someone else.”

“Kevin, I can’t pick up and run off with you,” You say, repeating the same thing you did a few months ago, “Just not right now.”

“Philly is barely three hours away,” Kevin counters, “I’m willing to do it if you are, because I can’t walk out of here without trying.”

You finally place your lips on his, soft and slow at first. But when your hands found the back of Kevin’s neck, playing with the hair that was starting to curl, you could feel him grunt into your mouth and you smiled against his lips because you knew it drove him crazy. That was the point, you knew everything about him because he was yours, and you were his.

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bluephoenixdruidicprincess · 5 years

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Legacies 1x08, Maybe I Should Start From the End -- Review

Guess what? Legacies is back in our lives. I know, I know, how have we possibly survived the past month without Julie Plec's trash in our lives? It was a little touch and go there, but we were strong and made it through so we could live to be tortured by this trash show another day. This week, we continue our Lega-Trash journey with 1x08, Maybe I Should Start From the End.

This is going to be an honest review of my thoughts and feelings regarding Legacies, the spin-off of a spin-off that should never have come to pass. But here we are. I'm not a fan of the show, have never pretended to be one, so if you're looking for Legacies positivity, this is not the place for you. Move along, this is not meant to be meant for you. I'm very critical about this show. Keep in mind these are my thoughts and feelings about this mess of a show. Opinions and ever right or wrong. I'm not telling you how to think and feel. You don't have to agree with my opinions but I would ask that you respect them please. Also, spoilers for the episode so if you haven't seen episode yet, watch the episode and then come back...otherwise read at your own risk. But let's be real here. I'm sure my followers who end up reading this have no desire to watch this show and use my ramblings as a substitute for actually watching the show...those selfish jerks (just kidding, I love all my followers and please only watch the show if you really want to). I'm making a sacrifice watching the show so you don't have to.

Throughout this episode we get treated to Hope narrating the entire thing and it's super annoying. I just generally find all things about Hope annoying but the sultry edge in her voice Danielle gives to the role of Hope is one of the things I find most annoying about Hope. She isn't coming off as sexy with that voice, she sounds pretentious. Kat McNamara also does the same thing with Clary in Shadowhunters and I hate it there as well. They don't come off as sexy when they use that voice, they sound like they think they're better than everyone else. Or at least that's what I hear. But anyway, we get to hear Hope narrarate at us in her pretentious voice for the entire episode, my poor ears, they truly suffered.

But in case you need a refresher of what happened in the last episode of Lega-Trash, The Avengers totally think they can dupe The Necromancer and are super surprised to find out that the chick he necromanced was actually being manipulated by him the whole time (perish the thought, a necromancer using someone they necromanced for nefarious purposes, shocking, I know). The Necromancer wins, Alaric and Hope continue to capitalize on their sexual tension (eww) and are super mad at each other, and Hope's bracelet glows which means Ele-I mean, Landon, is in danger. So Avengers unite, sort of. Despite Rafael seeing the bracelet glow, he doesn't actually go after Landon which is weird considering he's totally in love with Landon but anyways. Hope decides to go after Landon, so she dons her super sneaky high heeled boots and tries to sneak out of the school at 3am. And Alaric inevitably catches her. Hope, pro-tip here, if you're going to sneak out, maybe change up your choice for footwear or at least wait until you're not stomping around on a wood paneled surface to put said footwear on. And are you telling me that in all her vast knowledge of good and dark magic there wasn't a way for her to sneak out her window and avoid venturing into the foyer of the manor? I'm just saying, if you're not going to be smart about sneaking out than you deserve to be caught.

But Alaric decides to go with Hope to find out what happened to Landon. The two have really cringey conversations while on this roadtrip to #savelandon. One in particular where Alaric is all hurt that Hope seems to only see him as an authority figure. First of all, Alaric, you're giving yourself way too much credit. I highly doubt Hope even sees you as that, more like a pet whom she can use as the need arises. And second of all, how is she supposed to see you? You're the headmaster of this school, you ARE an authority figure. There shouldn't be anything extra going on with you two in any capacity because it's generally frowned upon for school officials to play favorites. Unless, you expect all of the students to look at you like a father, in which case, no wonder Lizzie and Josie have abandonment and self-worth issues when it comes to you. And if this is in reference to the completely inappropriate sexual tension you two have, you shouldn't want Hope to see you in that light. And I know its crazy to remind you, but you do have two daughters already who are suffering from loads of abandonment issues with you, maybe don't focus so much on Hope and start focusing on your daughters. Alaric has this horrible line, "Lizzie and Josie are with Caroline in Europe, thank god." Why are you happy that your daughters are gone? And also, why did they go to Europe? When Alaric was talking to Caroline in the birthday episode, it sounded like Caroline was amidst some pretty big shit and considering Caroline is searching for a way to stop the Gemini twin sucking curse and the girls don't know about it, the girls being in Europe seems like a pretty bad call.

But we also see what's going on with Landon. He finds his birth mother, hooray! The catch? His birth mother then proceeds to drug him and threaten to torture him because she doesn't believe he's her son. And then the creepy latex guy from Season 1 of American Horror Story shows up, mommy kills it and the two go to a motel because motels are totally safe and well-known for their escape routes...just ask Charlie Bradbury from SPN, oh wait, you can't...because she died in a motel room she couldn't escape from.

Oh and also, get this, Landon's mother appears to reside in Lawrence, Kansas. And this isn't the only parallel to SPN this episode makes, they make plenty of others. Julie Plec, you hack, write your own shit. There is no way this was a happy accident. There's no particular reason for his mother to be in Kansas at all so you can't tell me that choosing Lawrence, Kansas is just a happy coincidence.

But anyway, after being duped once by Landon's mother, Hope and Alaric finally catch up to them in the motel. The episode then spends entirely too long explaining the mother's back story and Landon's supernatural immaculate conception. Basically, Mom worked for a shady government that was trapping monsters in a hell dimension. It's like a cross between the SPN season 6 plot and the BMoL plot. But anyone who goes into the hell dimension (it's really a pit, though) is immediately erased, no one remembers them. Mom was betrayed by the government and thrown into the pit and for some reason, a couple of years later, she's thrown out of the pit, and surprise surprise, she's pregnant and has no idea how it happened or who the father is. I'm beginning to think Julie Plec has a fetish for miracle babies.

But Mom decides that since these monsters seem to be following Landon around that the only way to protect him is if she throws herself into the pit. I'm not sure what this accomplishes, how this in any way protects Landon, I guess it just makes it so that nobody remembers her which I'm also really confused about because then Landon shouldn't remember her...should that picture he has even exist? Why does it exist? Who took the picture? No one should remember her so they definitely shouldn't know about Landon. It's weird, maybe it'll be explained later but this is Julie Plec so I'm not counting on it. But while Mom is off sacrificing herself, the others get treated to another monster attack. This one is a merman, I think. He's strangely mobile on land, though. Landon has a supernatural urn with him the monster wants, they decide to use the urn to lead them to the pit to stop Landon's mother in her completely pointless self-sacrificing mission. Spoiler alert: They fail. The mom sacrifices herself...the merman gets blown up for some reason...and they decide to take the urn back with them, I'm sure it'll go just as smoothly as it did with the knife. But, everyone but Hope seems to have forgotten about their adventures that day. Because Hope just isn't special enough. So they all drive back to the school and Alaric decides that Landon can stay and I'm very confused by that decision. Wasn't the point of him being to forced to leave was because Landon is vulnerable being the only without supernatural abilities to protect himself? Regardless of the circumstances of his birth, he's still as vulnerable as a regular human so I feel like that whole debate a couple episodes ago is now completely pointless and that episode was a complete waste. But they get back to the school, Hope asks Landon if he wants to be her boyfriend and he agrees (I hadn't realized this was a conversation people actually had). And then its revealed that in Hope narrating this episode, she was actually telling Alaric everything he forgot. And then the urn starts glowing. I'm sure nothing bad is about to happen. Really, you decide to take the urn, something you have no idea what it is or what it does, to a place filled with children? I see no problems with this logic. And thankfully, the episode finally ends with a shady government official pushing another shady government guy into the pit because he found a picture of Landon's mother. Which is weird because everyone should have forgotten about her.

Once again, I find Hope irritating and without Lizzie around to give me some enjoyment, these episodes are really difficult to stomach. But Landon on occasion, can appear to be interesting so I will give the show that. It's too bad the actors for Landon and Hope have 0 romantic chemistry. Scenes with just these too being romantic? They're painful to watch. The dialogue was atrocious in this episode, I don't think there was a single line I liked. But we are getting plot now so I will give the show that. But the episode also takes entirely too long to get to the point. I'd probably give this episode a C+. Not great but it tries...sometimes.

#anti legacies #legatrash

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I recovered from the shock and arched my head back as my hand felt onto the back of his head. Don and I were enjoying ourselves too much to care at that point as both of us were on the verge. I grabbed hold of it at the base and teased it with some girly licks. I had already finished and working towards a second as Don was still pounding away when we heard the familiar jiggle of a dog collar. My sand filled panties and shorts flew back around my hips but Don had a harder time as his cock was still stone hard and I could tell he was struggling. The fucking dog that we heard came bounding up to us happily to greet new guests. I felt a small yet much needed orgasm coming and it hit me hard and fast. Feel free to say that in Doug's voice. The owner strolled up a minute or two later with a look of disgust at the two of us. New smells coming from their crotches. The weather beaten old man just grumbled under his breath and never acknowledge our hellos and casual attempts at a greeting. We made our way down to the beach again trying to look nonchalant and just a couple out for a stroll. SHOW STOPPER as we knew it was close and there wasn't much time. He attached the leash to his precious dog to prevent our sexual taint from disturbing his innocent nose. Poor guy could only cum once to my half dozen or so times. Performance anxiety I guess because he really didn't want to get caught by my friends as they walked in. Don and I wasted no time in stripping off our clothes and fucking like rabbits for the next half hour or so. Ok, looks like he knew what we were doing. like the college group didn't know what he actually just did. Don eventually gave up on the second orgasm and quickly showered to wash off the sex we had. Poor naive good-guy knight. We made our way back to the hotel, made a quick view of the parking lot to check if Trish and Angie were back and made a bee line to my room. submitted by ThrowawayCumbackF [link] [comment] Maybe it was the thought of being caught, or knowing we could be at any moment, it sent me over the edge fast.

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