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hawkins-losers · 1 year

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I don't know if you still write for ST, but I'll take a chance. Can you write Robin and reader for Valentine's day? We know Robin's never been in a relationship so this is her first valentine's day as a non single girl

I haven’t written for Robin in a long time...

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‘’A rose for the most beautiful girl in Hawkins,’’ you said, showing up to Family Video and presenting a single rose to Robin bright and early on Saturday morning.

This year, Valentine’s Day fell on a weekend, but unfortunately for you and Robin, she was working all day. And it’ll be really busy, so there was no chance she would finish before 9pm. However, you refused to let a day at work ruin Robin’s first Valentine’s Day as a non-single lady.

Her head whipped around, almost dropping the stack of VHS she was holding, blue eyes falling on the red rose. It was cheesy and cliché, but Valentine’s Day is exactly that: cheesy and cliché. She balanced the VHSs on one arm and took the rose from you, her freckles cheeks turning a soft shade of red.

‘’Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.’’

‘’Look Steve! My girlfriend brought me a rose. Isn't she romantic and sweet.’’

‘’Yeah yeah,’’ Steve grumbled from the children movies aisle, terrible at hiding his annoyance. ‘’I know you love to rub your love in my face and make me feel very single, but the joke will be stopping soon.’’

You took half of Robin’s stack and helped her put the movies back on the shelf. Every time you did this, Robin would tell you it’s not your job to do, but you didn’t mind helping her. She always made sure to thank you with kisses after.

‘’Ohh, did King Steve finally settle on a girl that is not Nancy Wheeler?’’

‘’Actually, yeah. Her name is Samantha. We went on a date last week and I saw her again last night. She’s got fabulous boobies—’’

‘’Gross!’’ Robin interjected with disgust, not wanting to hear more about Samantha’s breasts. She would’ve plugged her ears like a child if both her hands and arms hadn’t been full. ‘’Why do you always have to talk about…that.’’

‘’What? Boobies?’’ Steve repeated on purpose, knowing the word icked her.

Robin stuck her tongue out. ‘’Please stop saying boobies.’’

‘’I thought you liked boobies,’’ you whispered to her, memories of her hands covering your breasts last night flashing in your mind.

Robin’s face flushed. ‘’I do like them — especially yours —, it’s just that specific word that makes me,’’ she explained, sticking her tongue out again.

You chuckled at her weirdness. ‘’Okay.’’

You reached for the zipper of your jacket, pulling it down half way, and made sure Steve was looking the other way before showing Robin a peak of the red lingerie bra beneath your sweater. It was unlined and sheer, not letting much to the imagination. You got it in a small boutique in Indianapolis a few weeks ago specially for the occasion.

If your mother were to find that bra in your laundry, she would burn it.

Robin’s eyes widened, burning with desire at the sight before her. She wanted to grab and kiss, but she was at her workplace and that would be highly inappropriate. ‘’Holy shit, that’s hot.’’ In her moment of surprise, she let go of the VHSs and they fell down with a clatter.

Your lips curled into a grin and you covered yourself again. ‘’I’ll show you the rest tonight after work.’’

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fatestayyuri · 9 months

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Finished Ward Act 2.

thoughts under cut.

I live in hell, lament.

I don't mean to be a hater more than like, what's comedic in the liveblogs to sell the bit. but also whenever i give this fucking serial an inch it throws sand in my eyes and spits on my face. when i go "oh this interaction with children is sweet, i'm glad that Vicky is at least to get some measure of comfort vicariously" they hit me with the "actually one of them might be powered so we have to funnel them into the paramiltary death squad fasttrack" and "Victoria is now going to be a freelance strikebreaker, but this time with Less Oversight". she also wants to fuck her therapist so like, sure. fuck it. i guess we're at that point now.

it's so fucked up very clearly seeing the artifice surrounding the actual genuine compelling core of the story of someone with terminal copbrain due to her trauma and upbringing learning to heal get fucking, impaled fourteen hundred times over by Wildbow moments. There's nascent themes here! of healing! of loss! of taking uneasy, shaky steps forward and trying to mesh the inherent hypocrisy of knowing your abuser deserves a second chance but feeling like that you'd rather kill both of you than be the one to give it to them. I Get It. i really do. but also please stop framing the strikebreaking like it's a good thing.

Sorry i just need to go on here to say that it's supremely funny to me that throwing cars in front of people during a panicked evacuation because they disrespected her Special Baby Girl authority is AFTER all of the conflict counselling is so fucking good. Like??? this is after, huh. it's okay since civies aren't people i suppose, just cargo and luggage

I'm not actually sure if wildbow knows what a strike is. "they're not striking, the two construction groups have just banded together to withhold labor", you say? I don't know maybe it's an intentional oversight on the character's part but at least mention that, goddamn. was he really that proud of the insult Glory Hole to use it twice, too? every time he tries to be witty i genuinely sink into my seat and start boiling alive in second-hand shame. that flirting scene was fucking terrible and the "wow so witty" he gave himself was fucking terrible.

^Wild thing to put slip in there, by the way. "yeah they acted like a union, y'know, making sure the kids were educated, sane, not being SLUTS, not being abused, etc etc"

These writeups aren't edited or like cohesive or coherent at all almost entirely because if wildbow doesn't feel the need to why should i. fuck off, it's ward.

oh right! the therapy group! the therapy group pisses me off so much dude I hate that i love them all i hate that their dynamics are good i hate that they have good chemistry and play off each other and that they feel believable and I hate that i'm gonna read more of this just to see them. Fuck me

uhhh lemme just go down the list... I haven't been given enough information on Chris but I'm liking what i'm seeing tbh, he's cagey and kind of idealistic but also he's like. 13. that's just how they are it's very convincing

Kenzie is good! i like her! she[realises i'm gonna write "is very convincing and compelling for all of these] uhhhhh mirrors a lot of the hangups i had as a kid but also I do in fact completely understand why everyone else wanted me Not In Danger back then

Ashley is too good and hot for Victoria "Cop" Dallon. that is all.

Byron and Tristan are a really interesting character concept to me actually; I have cogent thoughts whirling around in my brain but the only joke i have is that what if they starred in a variant of All or Nothing wouldn't that be fucked up

Rain O' Fire Frazier. She's so trans-coded it's unreal. I love her and how fucked up she is and how she's literally just in this to not get Murderized by her metaphorical family. Girl Same. It is really funny that she gets introduced with a functional kanji pun,

shows up with all her shit fucked up and cracked,

and then leaves with the closest thing of explicit lesbianism that Wildbow has written other than Victoria Dallon's weird thing with the milf therapist.

but from what i hear of Wildbow i'm pretty sure he'll add in a passage about her wanting to settle down with a nice Decidedly Male guy and get pregnant or whatever.

the main thing about Sveta is that she goes "well i *see* myself as disabled" while being like. a quadruple amputee. girl if you are not disabled who is

god. i love these characters. it's such a shame that they're gonna become cops. i hate it here. i hate that i'm gonna read like 1.8 million more words of this. fuck me. fuuuuuuuuuuck.

all in all 7/10 so far

#ward lb

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aidenlyons · 2 months

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Mr H has been visiting the cafe more. But only because he finds it easier to write there.

R: Hey, you're back.

Mr H: Good morning. I won't be able to stop by for a while, so I suppose I had to get my fix. Should you be sitting?

R: Eh, I have a break. Where are you going?

Mr H: I'm chaperoning the Senior Class' trip to Mt. Komorebi.

R: Oh, that sounds awesome! Well, maybe not the chaperoning part. I have a hard enough time with my sister.

Mr H: You have a sister?

R: Oh. Hah. Yeah. She's a Junior. Kenzie. I'm her guardian.

R: She's awesome though, I promise. Just a little scatter brained.

Mr H feels like he's grown a soft spot for orphans in the last year. At least this one is more age-appropriate.

R: Anyway. Mt Komorebi. That'll be fun, right?

Mr H: I think it will be, they're all good kids.

R: Sooo... how long will you be gone?

Mr H: Just a week. I'm sure there's plenty I won't get to see.

Ryan gives Mr H sort of a coy look, doing his best to be subtle.

R: Gonna bring back your favorite barista a souvenir?

Subtle. Right. Try again, Ryan.

Mr H chuckles at how sweet Ryan is.

Mr H: Maybe I will, if you're good.

Shit. That just slipped out. He hopes Ryan doesn't think he's weird. The young man smiles but hesitates.

R: And.. how would you know?

Mr H gulps: Well.. maybe you could text me. Tell me about your day.

Exchanging numbers. Success! Ryan sees this as a good sign. So Matt (he insisted being called that) is a little older than him. He's super hot.

R: I can do that. My life is pretty boring though.

Mr H: That's alright. I've had exciting. I could do with a little boring.

R: Well, I'm your man.

Mr H: I'm sure you're more interesting than you think.

R: I guess you'll have to find out. So when do you leave?

Mr H: Tomorrow. We'll travel and get acclimated most of Saturday. Then next Saturday we'll come back.

Ryan sighs: Text me when you arrive. Or I'll worry. I gotta get back to work now.

Mr H: I will. Go ahead, don't let me keep you.

R: You need anything?

Mr H: Not right now. Thank you, Ryan.

Ryan smiles, Matt doesn't often use his name, and gives him a jaunty wink as he leaves.

#simblr #sims 4 #show us your story #the sims 4 #Ryan Mathis #Mr H

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gwyns · 3 months

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Hi Kenzie! Love your blog! <3 Do you ever get nervous that Sarah will ruin Azriel/Gwyn's character when we finally get their book? I fell in love with Gwyn in ACOSF so I'd hate to see Sarah do a 180 on her character (she's allowed, of course, but it'll make me sad). Gwyn is also paired with Azriel, who is a hot mess so I'm nervous for what we might or might not get in the next book. If Sarah has to ruin a character, let it be Azriel and not Gwyn please!!

I don't know if you ever felt this way about any of Sarah's characters but it's something I've been thinking about.

hiiii you're so sweet!! thank you 💖 and let me apologize for taking so long to reply to this! life's been annoying lol

i'll be real, i kinda had a phase when i was a teenager where i was overly critical of everything i enjoyed. so... yes? in a way? but now i genuinely don't think sjm will "butcher" anyone. nesta stans like to say she did that with her in acosf but they didn't ever actually understand her character imo or maybe it's because i relate to nesta so much that i was able to see she wasn't just a heartless girlboss at her core

as for az being a hot mess well... there's no denying that but sjm is very good at character development, that's one area she shines in, and i fully believe she'll have az own up to his shit and start on the path of improving himself. it's very reminiscent of chaol's journey for me and she handled the emotional part of that beautifully imo

overall, i'm not worried about it. sjm clearly loves gwyn so i don't see her changing her character much at all, except in a way that helps her heal

#i planned to go more indepth with this but my brain is fried. im so sorry anon #i understand tho the past 3 years have been ROUGH in the fandom so having fears about anything is warranted #asks #anonymous

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ashbrat488 · 1 year

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Sliding Into Home - Calahan Skogman AU - One Shot

"Kenzie! Are you ready?"

Brook's voice cuts through my thoughts as I sit staring at myself in the mirror. I turn to my closest friend and assistant with a sigh. "I hope so." I stand up to follow her out of the room as I smoothed her hand over my blonde ponytail. My stomach filled with butterflies as we walked down the long tunnel toward the field. I had graduated top of my class with a Sports Management Degree and yet they had me running their team's social media accounts. It wasn't what I was wanting to do, but I now worked for a Major League baseball team which is more than I could have hoped for right out of college.

I knew very well that my father being the head coach was the reason I had the job, to begin with. I was used to being under-appreciated and undervalued. People saw my blonde hair and blue eyes and pretty face and automatically write me off as shallow and unintelligent. I scoff, shaking my head as I listen to myself complain about being too attractive. Pretty privilege is a real thing that I knew well, but just like everyone else, I had my own trouble based on how I am perceived by other people, men especially.

I stop at the end of the tunnel, the light and noise from the stadium filling my senses as my heart beats erratically in my chest. "Do I look okay?"

Brook chuckles, handing me my phone as she rests her hand reassuringly on my arm. "You always do, babe. Just breathe. This is easy shit. I have a few of the guys lined up to chat with you with Calahan last since it's his first MLB game."

"Right... I can't believe my dad is starting him on his first game."

"Have you seen him pitch?!"

I roll my eyes as Brook grins, her brown eyes more amber in the sunlight. "Of course I have. I am good at my job, Brook." Calahan Skogman was just fresh out of college as well and had been tried to be recruited by more than a few Major League teams. We were lucky he wanted to play for his hometown team here in Milwaukee though.

She laughs, nudging my shoulder as she leans toward me. "And have you seen how hot he is?"

"Fuck off, Brook." I hear her laugh more as I chuckle and we step out onto the field as the team practices. Brook fetches a few of the men, one at a time as she helps me to film small interviews with them for the team's social media accounts. I turn as a shadow approaches me and I see Calahan stalking toward me. At 6 foot 4, he was the tallest member on the team, and even in my heels, he towered over me as I barely reached his shoulders. His shaggy hair which could only be described as hazel was peeking out the sides of his hat. The normally dirty blond hair appeared brown sometimes and almost red in the sunlight as did the fuzz of his five o'clock shadow. His blue-green eyes also hid under the shadow of the bill of his hat but I could see them roam over my body as he approached; from my blue heels to my skinny jeans and custom jersey with my last name and my lucky number 13.

He finally reaches me, standing beside me as he plasters on a fake smile. He has never managed to warm up to me, just like the rest of the team since I graduated and my father insisted I accept a job within the club. "Hello, McKenzie..."

"Calahan Skogman! It's so great to have you on the team this year. And this is your first ever MLB game and you're pitching. Are you feeling the nerves a little bit?"

"Um..." He shuffles slightly as nervous energy radiates off him. "Sure, I am a bit. I'm always a little bit nervous before a game, no matter where it is. I just try to drown out the noise and focus on the mission at hand and try to remember that Scott wouldn't have placed me here in starting position if he didn't believe in me."

"That's so great, Calahan. Well, we all believe in you and we're all happy to have you here." I watch him nod, giving a small smile to me and the camera before we hear someone yelling behind him.

"Head's up!"

I turn around just in time to find Calahan's large right hand in front of my face encased around a ball that had almost hit me. He turned to me, his eyes as wide as mine as my heart beats painfully in my chest. He brings his left hand up to my arm as his face softens slightly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" I look down at his right hand as he moves the ball to his left hand, and he opens and closes it a few times, obviously in a bit of pain. He only nods, not really looking at me as some of the other guys call him away.

***

"Girl, that vid of Calahan saving your life is blowing up all over social media. That mixed with the win today, the Brewers are the talk of all the sports networks."

"Good, then I'm doing my job. And he didn't save my life. Let's not be dramatic..." I follow her into the bar, both of us in short dresses and heels as we are immediately spotted by some frat bros at the bar when we approach.

"Can I buy you a drink, darling?"

"No thanks." I don't bother looking at the man the voice belongs to as I scan the bar to find some of the team members in the back, nursing some beers and yelling, and having a good time. My eyes catch briefly on those blue-green eyes once again hidden under the bill of his hat before Brook nudges my attention back to her and she hands me a shot glass.

"What's the point of being hot and having guys want to buy you drinks if you never accept?"

I roll my eyes, my mouth and throat burning from the alcohol before setting the shot glass back onto the bar. "Because they never do it just to do it. They buy you a drink because they're expecting something. Whether it just be attention, or something more."

"You're so negative, Kenzie. You expect all guys to be dicks, that everyone is out to get you."

I shrug, turning around as I feel someone's presence behind me. A tall, obviously drunk, college guy saunters up to me. "Hello, beautiful..." His eyes roam down my body greedily, falling on my breasts before finally dragging them to my face.

"No."

"I haven't even asked anything yet..." He smirks, leaning one arm on the bar, moving closer to me as I back up slightly into Brook.

"Doesn't matter, the answer is no." I turn away from him as I feel him grip my arm hard, pulling be back around to face him, my chest pressed against his. "Just fuck off."

"Dude, leave us alone..." Brook tries to break the guy's grip as he sneers at the both of us.

"Why you being such a fucking bitch? You come in here as a fucking tease in your short dress and then you blow me off without even a smile."

"I don't have to give you a smile or anything else." I bring the heel of my shoe down hard on his toes, making him grunt as he only grips my arm tighter, causing me to wince.

The guy is thrown back as another shadow looms over me, and Calahan places himself between the drunk guy and Brook and myself. "She told you to leave her alone. Keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Fuck off dude, this doesn't concern you." The guy pushes Calahan back hard enough to knock the cap off his head before Calahan brings his fist up to crush against the guy's face.

I groan, grabbing his hand and pulling him back as the guy falls to the ground and his friends surround him. "Cal!" I drag him back to face me as the other team members approach us. "Get the fuck out of here before you lose your baseball career before it even starts." I push him back as he shakes his head and the guys drag him out of the bar. "Fucking cavemen, I swear to god."

Brook laughs, handing me Calahan's hat that fell to the ground in the middle of the scuffle. "He left his hat. We should get out of here too, Kenzie."

***

I stand with the hat in my hand as I wait for the door to open. Finally, an obviously annoyed Calahan opens the door wearing only boxers. His hair hangs in his face as he runs his hand down his bare chest to his tight abdomen, his hand sliding over the ridges of his muscles as he clears his throat. "I um... I brought you your hat," I stutter out as I drag my eyes up to his, handing him his hat. "You dropped it at the bar."

"Thank you. I love that hat, I was worried I lost it forever." He offers me a small smile before tossing the hat out of my view and I give him a small nod, turning to leave. "That's it? Don't I get a thank you?"

"For what?" I scoff, turning back to him quickly, stepping toward him as he stands up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. "For being a fucking buffoon and almost ruining your career over a stupid drunk college boy?"

"How about saving your life? And then for saving you at the bar."

"I could have handled myself just fine without your interference."

"Oh yeah, it looked like it..." He rolls his eyes, shaking his head in obvious disgust. "Just another spoiled princess just like I thought you would be."

"You don't know anything about me!" I spit, pushing him back hard, both palms flat on his chest as he chuckles, barely moving as I turn away from him once more. This time I feel a large hand grip the back of my neck, forcing me back toward him, pleasure surging down my spine as I feel him crush his mouth hard against mine. I try to push against him but instead succumb to his force as I feel his tongue penetrate my mouth, seeking out mine. I can't help the moan that escapes my throat as he pulls me into his apartment, slamming the door shut behind us. With his hand still on the back of my neck, his other hand goes to the back of my thigh, pulling me up to him as my legs wrap around him and my shoes fall onto the ground. "What are you doing?" I manage to mutter when he pulls his mouth away to nip at my neck, carrying me further into the apartment and plopping me onto his bed.

"You got me kicked out before I could find a girl to bring home, so you'll just have to do..."

"I'll have to do?! That's not a proper proposition or seduction," I scoff, standing up as he smirks down at me, amused.

"You've made it all the way into my bedroom and you seemed to like it when I was kissing you..." He brings his hand up to gently cradle my chin as he slowly rolls his tongue over his lips. "We both know there's some sort of chemistry here between us. It doesn't have to go beyond sex. In fact, I prefer it that way. I can't much stand you otherwise."

"Funny..." I quickly consider the proposition as he cocks a brow, dropping his boxers to the ground and my eyes fall down to where his cock already stands heavy between his legs. "Fuck..." I can't contain the obvious staring as he brings his hands up to my shoulders, pulling the straps of my dress down to fall onto the floor.

"That's the plan... now stop talking..." He demands, gripping my throat as he dips down to kiss me hard once more as he pushes me back onto the bed with him on top. He keeps his mouth sealed over mine as I feel him pull off my panties, which were soaking already, a low fire burning deep inside my core.

I don't say anything as he reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand, leaning back on his knees. His eyes lock intensely on mine as he rips open the foil to roll the condom onto his cock. He leans over me once more to press his mouth to mine as I feel his large hands come up to palm my breasts, moaning as I push up into his touch. He pinches the nipples, pulling on them and causing me to whimper as it sends jolts of electricity straight to my pussy. It clenches in anticipation as he releases my nipples, pulling back. I gasp as he grabs my waist, turning me away from him as he pulls my hips up to his.

He pushes into me hard as I gasp, the stretching almost painful as he doesn't stop, pulling out and pushing back in with a loud grunt. "Don't expect me to go slow or easy on you," he growls out as I whimper a response and he grips my hips, my knees barely grazing the bed as he pumps into me hard and fast just as he promised.

He runs a hand up my spine between my shoulder blades as he pushes me into the bed. Though I had never had someone so rough with me during sex, there was a certain sort of primal surge now buzzing through me as he used me. Pleasure coursed through me with every thrust, causing me to become louder and louder as he groaned.

Calahan leans forward to wrap his hand around my throat to pull me up on my knees, never losing rhythm as he pulls my back up against his chest. "You feel better than I thought you would, princess..."

I can't help but growl slightly at the endearment that sounds like an insult as he brings a hand up to my mouth. I clamp my teeth down on his hand as he hisses, his other hand gripping my throat harder until I let go. "Don't... call me princess," I barely spit out before I pain surges in my shoulder as he sinks his teeth into my skin, pain dissipating into pleasure. My head falls back against his shoulder as he moves his free hand down between my legs. "Cal..." I whimper as I hear him growl, dragging his tongue up the length of my neck to my ear, pulling my lobe into his mouth as the low burning fire explodes inside me. The grip of his hand on my throat tightens as the orgasm rocks through me, prolonging it as I faintly hear him panting and grunting behind me. He finally releases me and I collapse onto the bed, face down with a grunt.

"Don't call me Cal. It's Calahan or nothing," he barks as he crosses the room and slams the door to the bathroom. I roll my eyes, rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling as my heart races. The sex was better than I would ever care to admit, even if now I was beginning to feel the bite on my shoulder. I groan, sitting up to stare at the bathroom door as I hear water running, regretting coming here. I knew it was a mistake to sleep with one of the players and that I would never be taken seriously if it got out that I had. I stand up, stumbling slightly as I quickly pull on my panties and dress and grab my shoes, leaving the apartment before he comes out of the bathroom...

Potential for a full story 👀

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littlerunonsentences · 29 days

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A letter to Dark Ages Kenzie

Hi Dark Ages Kenz, it's me, current Kenz. Morgan told me I should write to you. I have been putting this off for awhile. I felt like I couldn't talk to you unless I was in a bad head space. Today I am in a good head space.. and that's why I wish I could talk to you right now. Your life will become so beautiful. Everything you could ever want will never be found within Christopher. He is negative, hateful, hurtful, and he does not love you. And I know that you know this, but you can't change him. You can't love people into being the version of themselves that you want them to be. I know it's comfortable, I know it's scary. I know you feel like you can't leave, but you can. I wish you would have. I wish you would have saw your strength, and your power, your love. You have so much love to give to everyone, and you are wasting it on a man who simply does not give a shit about you, or anyone else. Kenz, you'll move out. You will find love quickly, and be shown the world you always deserved. You will worry that people will judge the fact that you found love so quickly, but anyone that knows you will understand. You are loveable. You are so so loveable. You are fun. You are hot. You ARE a bad bitch. You will find healing, and comfort. Peace. JOY. Remember joy? It still exists. You just have to escape from the prison that you continue to sit in because it is comfortable. Break out of your comfort zone, leave him. Quit waiting for life to get better, and make it get better. These things haunt me now. That you continued to accept anything other than what you deserved. You are so kind. You are so so kind. You never deserved any of it Kenz. Stop accepting it Kenz. Stop accepting it Kenz. I can't wait for you to get here, it is so beautiful. We are so happy here. You are dating Nick, and he is the man of our dreams. He is the man we have always wanted, and always deserved. He is going to guide you to the peace, love, happiness, and joy that you didn't know you could feel. You will love it here. You will mourn the past here. Not because you wish to go back to be with him, but because you wasted so much of your life sad. But we will heal. We are healing. We are doing great, and I just wish you could know that. I wish, how I wish you could know that. Also you bought a house. A home you've always dreamed of. You and Nick will have a home. It's yours. We are safe here. We are happy here. I'm so sorry that I didn't save you sooner. I really wish I would have saved us sooner. Life is so beautiful now. I think that's all I want to say right now.

#therapy #journaling #healing #gratitude #self reflection

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galaxycunt · 2 months

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this is hot goss for tumblr bc u don’t know anyone involved but I saw a shadowheart modded thing and I was like who made a video game version of maryn(my friend) and I had a realization that oh shit she looks like Maryn! My brother in law Derek’s best friend is Maryn and they kissed at some party and before she had a chance to speak to him about it (she liked him for a long time) he was like oh hey everyone this my gf Kenzie and so Maryn never got closure on that and Kenzie doesn’t like his friends bc they’re mostly women and Derek’s like obsessed with shadowheart so now I’m like 😬

yes these are people in their 30s except for Kenzie who’s in her 20s if that explains it all

#this a wall of text bc I’ll sound insane if I say these words to anyone else #Kenzie was NOT happy when he compared his friend Audrey’s new haircut to shadowheart 💀

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rviner · 2 months

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Character Updates: Chapter 4

Tammie Jones. Hollow Cove.

Is still kind of falling into sync with being a mama not-mama to Eden but is concerned about Teddy, Sophia and obviously the Crosses. Probably a lot of frustration that she can't do more to help. Probably will try and find a way to join Ryan on a search party.

Rory Hayes. Hollow Cove.

Shitting herself. She's worried about Hunter, Mason and Tyr is genuinely a mess rn. She probably will bite the bullet and join a search party to look for them, potential of that all going wrong.

Aidan Murphy. Hollow Cove.

Is naturally be concerned for Hunter specifically just because of the tie to Lia and Saoirse. Potential for him to offer the Cross wolves his help on any runs or searches, and potential for that to go wrong too because of the difficult situation with Isla.

Roxy Rose. Hollow Cove.

Is worried about Dominic's safety and will be on edge more than usual. Mostly Rose threads I'm guessing but she will be joining searches to look for her brother. Lot's of potential for her to cause problems on a run or search too.

Roman Araya. Hollow Cove.

Despite being thankful and closely tied and in their pack, Roman isn't as forthcoming to help search for missing Crosses. He's still swept up in searches for wolves from the Colorado packs, specifically his girl Bea. Potential for people to notice he's only put his name down for a few searches.

Ines Garcia. Hollow Cove.

Will be worried about everyone who's missing but specifically Tyr. It could possibly be what sparks her to want to train, and want to pull her weight more with the pack. Potential for it to be a bit of a Teddy situation because fr what are you gonna do Jenna Ortiny

Kas Morrison. Hollow Cove.

Since we've seen him, Kas is being more of a team player with the Vaismans but his focus had primarily been on helping Jasmine look for her sisters. However, I can see him stepping up even more to look for Kenzie and Allie too and it be a mini redemption arc for him. Chaos mostly works for his threads in one way or another.

Teddy Prescott. Thunder River.

She isn't coping and she feels like an idiot for ever thinking she had what it takes to run with the big wolves lmaoooo ok so be serious montyr. It'd be cool if she actually does something that helps someone in the camp and it brings back a little spark in her that she's not useless.

Isabella Belcourt. Hollow Cove.

Has a lot going on that is specific plots but for the mean time she is trying to find her footing in the divide that's forming in the Belcourt coven, specifically about Felix. She's easy to thread with though and can easily make friends so anything works for her.

Fox Lennox. Hollow Cove.

No words are really needed for this one LOL he's really worried about Kenzie and Allie, could possibly see him willing to put his name forward for a search, maybe even joining one and...lmao. List is endless.

Loki Jansen. Hollow Cove.

Just being a sexy slutty viking all the time tbh. He's fine but worried about his brothers, I can picture him on most searches he can go on. And just being a hot Scandi the rest of the time and annoying people. The list is always endless for him too.

Fenrir Skora. Hollow Cove.

Is a super diplomatic personality so right now he's willing to help look for Thorin and Egil, and he probably is a great personality for the Vissers to put forward as a "buffer" to hide their secret ops because Fenrir will do work around Hollow Cove willingly, and talk to most confusing outsiders. Would be interesting to see him have a conversation with someone non-Visser who has lost a child, or young family member.

Skadi Alfsson. Hollow Cove.

She's focused on her children primarily, but she's also making lots of sexy weapons in the mean time and doing whatever Roan and Rineike decide for the pack. She's another personality that would be easy to speak to for a Non-Visser but she's judgmental so also lots of room for angst. Willing to go on searches for Egil and Thorin too. List is endless really.

Runa Visser. Thunder River.

She's a reserved personality and is much like her mother, isn't the easiest to talk to but I have high muse for her so anything will work. I like the idea of seeing her have to talk more to Non-Visser characters in the camp, maybe helping one another in an unexpected fight. She joins the escape later on so an in is needed for her to be trusted to go.

Liliana Winslow. Hollow Cove.

She's a data girl so she's probably being pulled left right and center right now to formulate clear search paths etc. She's a useful character and also talkative and social so she will work thrown against anybody in a thread. Could also be interesting if her brothers sung her praises with how she is with data, but she gets something wrong and it's quite risky.

Rodrigo Medina. Hollow Cove.

Pretending to be a good guy but isn't one at all. He works in any situation and is a wildcard, that's trying to act as if he's not one so very interesting no matter what the thread is. He literally doesn't care at all if he's conversing with someone who lost everything from a Colorado town.

#chapter4. character updates

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honeyedxhearts · 10 months

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@dctrreids : here, take my jacket. you're shivering. - for kenz

Kenzi was normally prepared for the nighttime chill. After all her years on the street, she'd learned quick to always have a jacket or something handy to stay warm -- getting caught off guard by one cold night could lead to all sorts of bad shit. But it had been practically sweltering earlier in the afternoon, and she had put in effort to look cute while fighting off the urge to melt in the heat.

So it was unfair and totally not her fault that the temperature had dropped so drastically as the sun traded places with the moon. But she was a big girl, she could deal with being a bit chilly for a few hours. Even if she had started to tremble slightly. No big deal. She'd just run a nice hot bath when she got back to her apartment.

Of course, she didn't account for kindness. So when Spencer's jacket is suddenly draped over her shoulders, still body-warm and cozy, Kenzi can't help the shocked look that flashed across her face before she wrangles it back and grins up at him. "Well aren't you a gentleman."

Her grin melts into something softer, more genuine, as she gently bumps her shoulder against him. "Thanks."

#dctrreids #x. k. malikov || answer #so soft

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livingasaghost · 1 year

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string of thoughts for this evening:

oh my god i love adow / matthew goode is hot why lie / damn i love taylor / atw10 song of the millenium / “i have hATED you for miLENNIA” / miss mom and dad i think / well that post reminded me of [redacted] fuck that / i love my silly little alone time / i wanna move / at least today’s saturday :) / damn i have plans tomorrow night / laura’s gonna come visit soon :,) / should i rewatch got??? / i love the roy stans / oooh i have so much film to shoot / i’m shooting a gay wedding next year!!!! / shit kenzie’s photos on her story were so good tonight / am i depressed? / christmas music soon *grits teeth* / when will my greywaren audiobook hold return from war

#and scene #personal

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i-do-random-things-do-not-ask · 2 years

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that is amazing!!!

watching a show

omg spill

so i told you ab ash right yeah i went to the mall with him and oh my god kenzie. that boy. hoooooly shit.

we went shopping and i went into both hot topic and spencer’s for the first time and while hot topic is great i will never go in a spencer’s again bc i turned around and there was just. a wall of dildos. and i was like “yeah i’m done in here!” and i made him go to papaya bc i dress so basic and i love that for me! i love fem shit. anyways.

so we got boba and donuts and then we did a photo booth thing and it was great and i’ve shown some friends the pictures and the first thing all of them have said is “oh my god you’re both blushing so hard” and yes. yes we are.

and then we got drinks from the candy place and went to sit down on those mall couches, right?

and he had been like holding my hand and shit the whole time and we sat down and he kinda curled into me and then he put his head in my lap and then i looked down at him and then he smiled at me and *pulled me down to kiss him* and OH MY GODDDDD

otherworldly experience 1000000/10 would recommend

#cas talks about ashton #tinkerbell reincarnated #long post #tw food

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Leave Her Wild: Chapter 17 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie hires Drew while Nate's season seems to ramp up.

Warnings: smut, swearing, human emotion, mention of injury, pandemic, I'm forgetting things as I didn't actually edit this.

Word count: 4,002

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March.

Nathan’s strong forearms warp around Kenzie’s blanket. His lips find her temple. She moaned at his presence but kept typing away.

“Why are you out here and not in my bed?” Nate hops over the back of his couch to lay next to her. She looks over at him with a smile.

“Need to get the contract out.” Kenzie whispers her hands about the only thing exposed from the blanket burrito she created for herself. Nate’s hand tries to find the opening.

“Just tell me if you have anything under here or…”. Nate bites his lip as his finger tips find her unclothed core.

“Nathan Raymond!” She squirms lifting her hand to swat at him. “I need to finish this contract.” She leans down to kiss his depressed looking lips.

“You are actually letting me see it. That’s a first.” Nate eyes her screen then rolls his head to watch her.

“It’s Drew’s. You are gonna know anyway so it’s not a secret. He’s going out east to shadow me while you are in LA again.” Nate nods. “When I’m done you can press me against that window if ya want.” Kenzie clicks her tracking pad a few times. Nathan’s face shocked by her statement. “Mr. MacKinnon, your mouth is gonna catch flies if it remains open.” Kenzie barely takes her eyes away from the screen.

“I… I… Holy shit did you just? I mean. Damnit. I fucking love you.” Nate sits up. “You are forever keeping me on my toes Kenz. Never know what you are gonna say.” He gets up.

“I didn’t mean you had to move. I’ll be done in like 20 minutes. Please, stay.” Kenzie looks over at him. Her curls pointing in every direction imaginable.

“Well, that was hot as fuck and the only thing I’m gonna think about for the next 20 minutes so I’ll go play a video game and try to forget for now.” He kissed her lips making sure his hand was covering over his erection. Kenzie giggled at the sight of it. “You did that. You. I’ll be forgetting about the image you planted in my brain over there in the corner.” Nate grabs his discarded sweats from the night before as he walks away. Kenzie watches intently then goes back to working quietly humming to herself as she does.

She could hear Nate’s gaming rhetoric as she shut her laptop. With the blanket still fully around her, Kenzie toed towards him. He definitely didn’t hear her with his gaming headphones on. She in one swoop straddles him.

“Oh fuck. Kenz.” Nate’s eyes go wide. “Yeah bro, it’s my girl. I’m out.” Kenzie turns her head to see the live stream and the comments blowing up. Nate reaches around her taps a few things then removes his headset.

“You were…” Kenzie gulps and feels the heat in her cheeks.

“Streaming. Sorry, yeah. I should’ve told ya.” Nate’s hands graze down her back to rest on Kenzie’s hips. “Thankfully the blanket covered all of your body.” Nate’s lips attach to her neck.

“I… Nate…” Kenzie’s brain was running in overdrive as she tried to process.

“It’s okay. No one saw anything and there were only a few watching. Plus most everyone knows I have the best girl in the damn world.” Nate pulls Kenzie’s tense body into his chest. “Is your promise from earlier off the table now?”

“I turned on the fireplace so the windows wouldn’t be so cold.” Kenzie whispered the shock still apparent in her voice. “Do people record your streaming? Do you?”

“Sometimes. It’s super early and I didn’t announce anything so mainly just some Europeans stuck at home.” Nate’s words were comforting. “I mean, I don’t hate that they know you cannot get enough of me.” His laugh radiates.

“Funny Nate. That thing is off, right?” Kenzie turns her attention to his gaming set up. Nate nods. She slinks down to her knees pulling his boxers and sweats off with a little lift from Nate. Kenzie’s hand grabs the base and looks up at him. His eyes trained on her every move. Kenzie’s lips find the tip as she makes her tongue and hand meet. Kissing back up until she takes him fully in her mouth.

“Oh Babe.” Nate grips the sides of his chair while Kenzie works him. Her cheeks hollow then pops off him. She looks up with a smile.

“Shall I continue or do you want to finish over there? As promised…” Her finger motions to the wall of windows. Nate stands picking Kenzie up as he does. “Well that’s my answer.” She giggles as Nate grunts.

He presses her back to the window. Kenzie looks to the side to see the street below. Not a sole in sight being it was so early. Nate’s lips sucking on that spot above her collarbone that made Kenzie weak.

“No one can see us. There is a mirrored film on the outside, member?” Nate’s hands shift Kenzie’s weight easily making her shout out. “Now I can let you go and take care of business or….”

“Fuck me Nate.” Kenzie interjects. “Please!”

Nate shifts their bodies again so he can lower her right on his cock. His hips shift causing both to moan.

“You feel amazing Kenz.” Nate whispers in her ear as his hips snap again. “Please tell me you are close” he begs. Kenzie doesn’t say anything but wiggles her fingers in between their bodies to find her clit. Nate places one hand on the glass keeping the other at her ass to make sure she doesn’t fall. The two worked together to hit their highs. Kenzie’s back squeaked on the glass making the couple breathlessly laugh.

“How about we shower then go back to bed for a few?” Nate wraps his arms around Kenzie and stands up with her still attached to him.

“I can walk damnit.” Kenzie wiggles trying to use the sweat in her favor.

“Just let me carry you, my Love.” Nate kisses her to stop the protest.

"Do you think your cleaning lady will know that's my ass print on the window?" Kenzie looks back at the outline of her back on the window Nate just had her pressed against.

"I'll wipe it down later." Nate kept walking back to his room with a laugh.

The world seemed to be crumbling around them when March rolled in. Everything in the news was about shutdowns, the CDC recommendations, and what could happen in the US. Kenzie was packing up for her trip to New York where Drew was shadowing her.

"Maybe you should just cancel your trip." Nate watched her move from her luggage on laying next to him, to the closet then bathroom.

"Maybe I shouldn't go?" Kenzie placed her hands on her hips and looked down at him. It as about the only time she towered over him.

"Yeah, have you seen the news? You are going into one of the busiest cities for a meeting that you could do over a phone call." Nate looks up at Kenzie's not so happy face. "Kenz?"

"Why don't you not go to what, Vancouver, San Jose, and LA? What happens if you get stuck in Canada, eh? Your Canadian citizenship means shit to my country?" Kenzie bites her tongue in anger.

"Kenz, that's not what I meant." Nate shuffles to his feet and pulls Kenzie's tense body into him. "I meant, I'm worried about you. That's all." Nate brushes her curls out of her face.

"I'll be fine Nathan." Kenzie looks up at him, the annoyance still in her eyes.

"I know you will be fine. You are the strongest woman I know. You know what your dad told me when I first met him, right?" Nate moves so his forehead was pressed against hers.

"Nope." She pops the p remembering the conversation but not wanting to admit she was listening in.

"He told me to leave you wild. Let you be you. Don't try to change you or conform you to what I want. He told me that if I don't want you for you, I need to find someone else." Nate moves his hand to her jaw. "Here is the thing, I've done that. Well I think I have..."

"You have." Kenzie whispers.

"But I want to think that you need me sometimes. Would love if you sometimes let me take care of you. To let me be worried about you going to a giant ass city when a global epidemic is happening around us." Nate runs his thumb across her cheek as he lifts up to look MacKenzie in the eyes.

"Pandemic. And I do." She tilts her head into his hand.

"Do you?" He squinted. His hand sliding to the back of her neck.

"I do. I love you. You have let me be me and we've grown together, have we not?" Kenzie turned the questions back to him.

"We have. And if you want me to not play, I can stay back." Nate's fingers creep up her scalp.

"Nate, I would never ask you to not play for me." Kenzie leans into his touch. "Now if you don't stop I'd need to repack that bag because it will be knocked off the bed." Kenzie closes her eyes. Nate leans in to kiss her. The same way he kissed her in Washington when they weren't even dating yet. The way he kissed her when words weren’t enough. Like he was never letting her go. "Nate." She mumbled biting at his lip. His lips slowly pull away.

"Fine. I'll finish that later." He hums then hops back on the bed to watch Kenzie pack.

Drew and Kenzie flew into JFK as Nate and the Avs flew into Vancouver. She prepped him the whole flight, taxi ride, and dinner. Drew only got a break when they watched Nate play and lose in Vancouver. The late game and work caused both of them to fall asleep before the end. The next morning, Kenzie kicked Drew out to his room across the hall so they could have their first morning meeting that lead to the bigger one on Monday. After the meeting, Kenzie took off down the street without a word to Drew.

"Where are you taking me now? Do you realize it's Saturday? Talk about baptism by fire. Damn." He shouted with a laugh.

"This way. Lunch! Aren't you hungry?" Kenzie looks up then pulls her curl in between her fingers as she determines which way to go.

"Starving... but I always am." Drew grabs her hand. "Mac, slow down!" He pulls her towards him as a bike cuts the corner hard. Swearing as they do.

"Thanks Drew! I haven't been in the city in awhile." She looked both ways then popped into a small bodega.

"This is a grocery store." Drew tries to stop her again.

"Yup, this way." She points to a door that leads to a small restaurant that resembles Gus's pizzeria. She nods at the cashier then slips into the booth.

"Well that meeting was interesting." Drew finally blurts out.

"Yeah, think you can handle Monday? They might ask us to stay Tuesday too. Just depends really. You can back out. I'll find another position for you..." Kenzie bites her lip as her mind and eyes race.

"Mac, I'll be fine." Drew placed his hand over Kenzie's hand.

"Oh, yeah." She flicked at his palm. "Do you want to be called Andrew or Drew? I strictly go by MacKenzie if these type of meetings." She swished around her water in the glass looking at Drew's face.

"Drew is fine and I'm sure I'll fuck up and call you Mac. I'm gonna apologize now for that." He shifted his attention to the window and street. "How do you find these places by the way?"

"Gus taught me well and years of travel make me want to explore beyond the mainstream." Kenzie snapped her fingers at him to refocus on the meeting strategy they had.

"Boss lady Mac is maybe even tougher than running mate..." Her phone rings and Drew stops talking.

"Hey Nate!" Kenzie winks at Drew.

"Happy to report that my Canadian ass is back in the states." Nate chuckled, Kenzie could hear the chirps around him.

"Well I'm glad but you could've just texted me, ya know?" She bit her lip and Drew rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, just needed to assess how your meeting went and text doesn't help." Nate admits.

"Well. Drew is a pro but don't tell him that." She wrinkles her nose at him.

"Well tell him I said hello and to take care of my girl while you are there. I'll call you after we get off the ice in San Jose. Love you." Nate's voice was low and muffled.

"Love you too Babe." She hangs up the phone with Drew making gagging noises.

"I thought the honeymoon phase was over with the heart eyes and stuff... yet I just witnessed that. To the group chat!" He pointed up his finger as he started to text. He flicks his finger on his phone a few times with a crease in his forehead.

"Um, have we forgotten how to spell? M-o-s-i." Kenzie mocks.

"No, remember how to do that I just have a jump in my social media following. I maybe get one a week and it's usually someone wanting me to join their bitcoin team." Drew didn't look up from his phone.

"Hmmm. Well it could be a few things. You are now on my team's website and there was an announcement sent out to all current clients." Kenzie pulls her curl again letting it bounce in her face. "Let's finish eating and then head back to the hotel. M'kay?"

Monday's meeting was there before Kenzie and Drew knew it. Wild flowers showed up at her hotel room door with a note from Nate. She breathed them in then looked at the time. No way he would be up on the West coast and she knew he would answer if she texted him. The meeting was at two so she knocked on Drew's door to take a run. She giggled when he was already dressed to go.

"I know you Mac. Nervous energy means extra runs. Let's go. Could we do some site seeing on this loop?" Drew started at the stairs with a laugh that echoed.

"Shhhh! I like this hotel and they WILL ban me if you act up!" She hip checked him through the door. The city almost seemed abandoned for the Big Apple. Kenzie lead them bobbing and weaving through different areas so Drew could see the sites. She made him run up and down the library steps and snapped a picture when he did the Rocky move at the top. They were relaxed which is exactly what they needed.

The meeting went smoothly. Drew charmed the executives as Kenzie hit home the main points. She was thankful when the handshakes at the end were happening that she even had the idea of Drew joining her team. It was the right choice. She Facetimed Nate who was done with morning skate. Drew piped in to assure Nate they would stay up to watch the game even with the late start. Nate made Kenzie promise if she was tired or got wind they would need to meet the board again that she wouldn't stay up. She crossed her fingers and nodded before they said their goodbyes.

She knew the board would want to meet with them again. She was glad they booked their flight home Wednesday morning even though Nate would be home Tuesday. The email came right before puck drop.

"Tomorrow, 3pm. Same place." She plopped on the bed next to Drew. "How's the New York pizza?" She watches as he shoves more in his mouth.

"I still don't know how you do it with the food but this is amazing." Drew points to the screen. "I see your man." Kenzie's eyes find Nate easily. The focus had been on him. She loved seeing how cool and collected he was under presser. The calculated Nathan MacKinnon knew exactly how to get his team where they needed to be.

"They really do like talking about him, don't they?" Kenzie asks more as a rhetorical question.

"You know if Gabe doesn't resign he'll be Captain, right?" Drew answers.

"Where did that come from?"

"I've been doing some reading. That's all. Interesting stuff out there in the hockey media world. Lot's of what ifs. It's fascinating." Drew shrugs his shoulders. The two banter as the game goes on. In the second period Kenzie jumps off the bed.

"Where is he?" She gets close to the television searching.

"His line isn't out." Drew comments.

"NO! He's not on the bench. Have they said ANYTHING?" She looks over at Drew is scrambles to get his phone in his hand. "OH MY..." Kenzie puts her hand over her mouth as the announcer notices Nathan's absence on the bench. "Did he get hurt? He doesn't just leave. I need answers!" Drew's hands come to the side of her shoulders.

"Let's sit down and listen to them talk. I'm googling. Go ahead and text Nate. If he's in the room he might answer or someone else might." Drew moves with his hands still on Kenzie's shoulders. He has her sit on the chair then turns up the volume on the tv.

"The replay shows nothing out of the ordinary. Has he been dealing with anything?" Drew looked over. Kenzie felt all the blood leave her face.

"No, not really. I mean, bumps and bruises. A scratch here and there but nothing he's told me." She starts to type out a text as her phone rings.

"Hey Babe." Nate's voice is strained.

"Are you okay? Why are you not on the ice? I... I... I..." Kenzie starts to stand to pace.

"I'm okay. Can you hand the phone to Drew, Baby? Please." Nate grunts. Drew takes the phone from her hand.

"Yeah. For sure. Okay. Anything else? Yeah, that works. Don't worry about it. Hold on." Is all Kenzie heard before Drew was handing her the phone back.

"I love you and I'll see you soon. Okay?" Nate goes to end the call.

"I love you too Nate." Her eyes go wide as she sees Drew typing away on his phone. She ends the call and looks up at him.

"So I lied to your boyfriend." Drew announces. "Do you think I can handle this meeting alone?" He doesn't look up.

"What do you mean lied?" Kenzie waves her hand in his face knowing she doesn't have the strength to take his phone out of his hands.

"Well, I promised I'd keep you here and make sure you put your job first. He's heading home tonight and has a doctor's appointment first thing in the morning." Drew looks up.

"What the what?" Kenzie's mouth dropped open.

"Do you think I can handle the meeting?" Drew's voice was stern.

"I mean, yeah. It's to get to know you. And really, would be good to see you standing on your own." Kenzie breathed through her nose.

"Good. So pack what you need and I'm taking you to the airport. I just booked you a redeye back to Denver." Drew flashed his phone at her.

"You did what?" Kenzie feels the emotion in her throat.

"What do we need to pack here? What can I take or need? Let's move it Mac." Drew claps and the two step into gear.

Her flight felt like eternity. She found Mosi and a very tired Remy waiting for her at the airport. She hugged them both tight.

"Their flight should be getting in now. Where are we taking you?" Mosi squeezes Kenzie's hand.

"His place. I have a key." She whispered. The whole ride to Nathan's condo Remy and Mosi filled Kenzie's head with crazy stories. Mosi has so many classroom stories she could write a book. Remy had gone home for Mardi Gras and was reminiscing about the good times and when he first took Kenzie.

"Good luck Kenzie Lou." Remy wrapped her up and kissed the top of her head.

"Let us know if you need anything." Mosi assured her as Kenzie backed up from the car.

She made her way up to his place. It was dark so she knew she beat him. Placing her bag in his room she returned to the door opening. In walks Tyson and Cale with Nate staggering between them.

"Boys, I got him." She appeared out of the darkness of the hall. Tyson smirked at her. Nate's sad eyes couldn't quite focus on her. She closed the distance and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hey." She whispered.

"Why are you here?" Nate raises his eyebrow.

"You." She pecks his cheek and says her goodbyes to the boys. "Now, this injury. Is it hockey or sex related?" She smirks.

"Kenz!" He shakes his head at her.

"Both?" She laughs.

"I told Drew you needed to stay." Nate hobbles towards the hall.

"And we decided I needed to be here." Kenzie moves his arm around her neck while her arm slinks around his waist.

"Kenzie. Seriously, it's not that bad." Nate argues.

"Says the man limping."

"Yeah, yeah." Nate stops and turns towards her. He presses his hand on her lower back bringing Kenzie in close. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Kenzie replies.

"Yeah, for choosing me." He dips down to kiss her lips.

"Oh, I wish the boys heard that sap right there!" Kenzie giggled into his lips.

"Yeah, they hear it all the time." Nate admits.

"I don't even wanna know, do I?" Kenzie starts to walk further down the hallway.

"Um, well..."

"Don't answer that Nate." She snaps. "Let's get you stripped from your flight and into bed, kay?"

"Oh, sexy talk there!" He drew out his words.

"Did they give ya anything at the rink, huh?" Kenzie felt his weight in her. She placed him on the bed to undress slowly.

"Yup but I don't feel it." Nate tires to take off his shirt but she finishes it.

"Sure ya don't. Let's just slip into bed. I'll make sure not to cuddle you too much. No funny business tonight." Kenzie slips off her sweatshirt and leggings. She slips under the covers with him in just her camisole and undies.

"You are gonna tell me not to touch you when you look like that?" Nate lifts up the covers. "Really?"

"Nathan. I'll go put on a parka or sleep in the other room." Kenzie's voice was stern.

"Fine. Light petting? Kissing?" He wagged his eyebrows. She pecked him on the lips.

"Good Night Nathan." Kenzie rolled over to turn off the light.

"Fine. I'll just spoon you." Nate cuddled in making a noise of comfort when he found the perfect spot. "Thank you again." He cooed in her ear.

"You keep saying that."

"I mean it."

"I know you do. Get some sleep Nate. We have a doctor to see in the morning. I love you."

"Fine. I love you too." He huffed before finding the rest he needed.

#leave her wild fic #nate mackinnon #nate the great 29 #n mackinnon fic #nathan mackinnon #better late than never #happens in the 2019-2020 season

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jjmaybanksbaby · 3 years

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer IV

Part 07: Crashing Down

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summary: A jarring family emergency forces you to consider the future of your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

a/n: I'm a little bit emotional about this series ending because I've had so much fun writing it! Enjoy the last part and, as always, please come share your reactions with me in my inbox. Okay, that's all from me!

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Rafe Cameron knew how to text. He was somehow witty, charming, and hilarious all in less characters than a single tweet. Texting with most boys was like talking to a brick wall: single-syllable answers, unironic uses of punctuation, asking “What are you wearing?” before even listening to how your day went. Though, to be fair, Rafe had asked that same question a few times, which always earned him a sarcastic answer in return. Well, except for that one time.

You’d been forced to spill the beans about your dreamy summer romance to Alice and Kensie after one of Rafe’s funnier texts almost made you pee yourself laughing at the lunch table.

“Oh, so he’s a stud muffin,” Alice announced, peering over Kenzie’s shoulder at the photo on your phone.

“Please god don’t call anyone a stud muffin ever again Al,” Kenzie replied.

“What? The 80s are like making a comeback.”

“Yeah, not that,” you countered and Alice huffed.

“He’s totally hot though,” Kenzie said, handing the phone back to you. “And I kinda hate you for not telling us about him.”

You looked down at the picture. Rafe was kissing your check while you grinned up at the camera, the golden hour lighting made the whole thing look rather enchanting. It was your favorite picture of you and him.

“Oh shit,” Kenzie said causing you to look up from the phone. “You’re like in love in love with him.”

“What? No,” you protested. Yes, your brain corrected.

Kenzie glanced over at Alice for backup.

“Besides, I wasn’t hiding him. I just didn’t know if there was anything there to...tell,” you finished.

“I wish I had a handsome summer fling with spectacular cheekbones,” Alice sighed.

“Don’t let your boyfriend hear you saying that.” Kenzie chucked a fry off her tray at Alice who dodged it expertly.

“Oh, please. Matty knows I would dump his ass for someone who looks like a young Chuck Bass any day of the week. Gimme your phone. I wanna see the photos again y/n.”

“I seriously don’t know how you and Matthew have been together for two years,” Kenzie replied.

“Are you kidding? They’re practically made for each other,” you added.

“The phone, please,” Alice interjected. “I wanna thirst over your mans while my boyfriend is sucking up to his English teacher so she doesn’t fail him. Of course, I told him he needed to actually read Wuthering Heights and not just sparknotes it. But did he listen? No. I picked a real winner y’all,” she finished, taking the phone from your outstretched hands. “You sure Rafe doesn’t have any brothers? Not even like a half-step brother?”

So yeah, going great. Against the odds of three thousand miles, the whole thing was somehow working. Long-distance friends with benefits? Check. Well, except for those moments when that nagging feeling in your stomach came back and you’d start overthinking everything. His texts would sit, unread in your phone for days or even a whole week, slowly sinking to the bottom of your messages.

Then came the call from the Kildare Country Hospital in the early hours of a foggy April morning. You should have gone to sleep hours ago but were still up, desperately trying to cram Maria’s lines into your brain while also texting Rafe. The Sound of Music opened in three weeks and your director had already chewed you out twice for not being off-book, something about being an upperclassman and the lead, and what kind of an example were you setting for the rest of the program. Big speeches were kind of your director's thing, you learned to just ride them out.

Around 1 a.m. your phone ran with an incoming FaceTime call from Rafe. You pressed the green acccept button, a smile spread across your face as Rafe’s own filled the screen.

“Hey Broadway Star.”

“Hi Rafe.” The dim lighting of his bedroom made his feature especially striking. “What are you still doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. Plus you’re up too so. How’s the memorizing going?”

“Shitty,” you replied, closing your binder with a sigh. “I’m too tired to do anymore of it tonight anyway.”

“You know, I was thinking I could come to Oregon for your opening night?”

“Really?” The possibility of Rafe sitting in the audience made your heart race.

“Yeah, why not? I’ll ask Ward if I can borrow the plane that weekend and I bet Sarah’ll want to come too. I wanna see my girl kill it. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Rafe. You know my friends think you’re hot.”

“Oh, do they?” Rafe replied, rolling over onto his back in his bed.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Cameron.”

The home phone ran but you ignored it, much more invested in your conversation with Rafe. The second time the hospital left a message. Your Nonna’s heart had given out. The prognosis wasn’t good. She had barely any time left.

Your heart dropped as the words echoed over the speaker of the answering machine.

“Rafe,” you said, cutting him off momentarily. “I gotta go. I’ll call you back later. I gotta-” you ended the call before Rafe even had the chance to respond. You dropped your phone on the kitchen table, dashing up the stairs to your parents’ bedroom. Your father was booking a flight for your mother back to the Outer Banks minutes later.

The end had come so quickly, so unexpectedly. It was almost like that made it harder. There'd been just enough time for your mom and uncle to get to the Outer Banks, sitting on each side of your Nonna as her final breaths passed through her lungs. Now, everyone was there to say goodbye one last time. Uncle Austin and his fiancé. Your mom and dad. Both your siblings. The entire population of Figure Eight.

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Rain drizzled down from the dark, gray clouds looming overhead. It was as if Mother Nature was mourning your Nonna too, hiding the sunshine away.

Three baby ducks followed their mama into the man-made pond at the edge of the cemetery. You watched their tiny feet kick up small waves disturbing the peaceful water and the tears silently slipped down your face.

The cars were waiting to take you back to your Nonna's house for the wake. The same house with the for-sale sign now stuck in the front yard. The for-sale sign with Rose's patronizing grin that you were starting to really hate. Your dad had handled that. Listing the house. He'd handled most of the funeral arrangement's actually because your mother had been too sunken into her grief to make any decision. Sending out the invitations, picking out your Nonna's casket, choosing the flowers. Your mother clung to him during the entire funeral, weeping into his shoulder.

“Y/n?” Rafe's voice called out from behind you and you turned to see him walked toward you. He’d stood at the back of the church with his family during the funeral. You had longed for him to be sitting in the first pew next to you, to have had his hand to hold onto to ground you, but it hardly would have been appropriate. Your Nonna would have sooner risen from the dead than have had a Cameron front row at her funeral.

As soon as he was close enough, Rafe reached for you, pulling your body tight into him. Your head landed on his chest and the sobs came moments later. God, he always smelled the same. He just let you cry, holding you close, smoothing his hand over your hair.

“I know you’re selling your grandma’s house but I was thinking you could stay with me for the summer," he said as your tears began to slow. It was hard to imagine that you wouldn't return to the Outer Banks once school let out. It was the first week of May already and you could feel the tourist-attracting town waking up. But selling the house just made more sense. Your older sister was already living her life in New York, a real adult life. Next summer, you'd be moving out too, headed to college. The house would sit empty for eight months out of the year, your family couldn't keep it and your uncle certainly didn’t want it. Selling it just had to happen.

You stepped back, slipping out of his embrace. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rafe.”

“Why not?”

“Cause we’re like Romeo and Juliet.”

“I copied Cleo’s notes for that unit," he joked, trying to lighten to damp mood. “Plus I was never a fan of Leo DiCaprio so I didn’t finish the movie either.”

“It means we’re not supposed to be together, you and me. And whenever we try, the universe rips us apart. We hurt each other.”

Rafe shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearly wanting to reach for you again but stopping himself from doing it. “But I can't lose you.”

You reached your hand out, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “Oh Rafe, don’t you get it? You never really had me.” You stood up onto your tiptoes to kiss him just like you had the first time three years ago. Rafe barely parted his lips, kissing you back gently. Your hand cupped his face, your thump stroking over his cheek. It was a goodbye. Both of you knew it. It was an ending and this was your closure. You pulled away, your hand falling away from his face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual words. Your eyes fell to the ground. You needed to walk away now. You side-stepped Rafe but he grabbed your waist, turning you back around to face him.

“So that’s it? You’re not even gonna try to fight for us?”

“What even is there to fight for, Rafe? I’ve been fighting for us for the past four years. If we were supposed to be together that car wouldn’t have crashed into ours, I wouldn’t have fallen for Evan when I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at my Nonna’s funeral. What? Are we supposed to do long distance for all of college? I hardly know who I am right now. I have no idea who I’ll be in the next four years. Our future selves might not even like each other. I’m not gonna wait around for you Rafe and I would never ask you to do that for me.” You twirled the small, star charm between your fingers, a nervous habit you'd developed over the past year. His eyes dropped down to your neck momentarily and his adam's apple visibly bobbing as he swallowed his next weeks.

“You were it for me, you know. I tried to give a fuck about anyone else but I couldn’t get your gorgeous, stupid face out of my mind. I only wanted you.” Rafe paused gauging your reaction “I was falling in love with you.”

Your eyes wandered over his stoic expression. “The feeling was mutual, Rafe Cameron.”

He dropped your wrist but you both stood, not moving or saying anything. “Do you wanna walk me back to the car?”

“Yeah.” He reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your other hand held onto his bicep so you walked together through the graveyard back to the parking lot.

The moment felt precious and delicate, like the fragile china your Nonna used to collect. You wondered what would happen to all that china.

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on your lips before opening the door of the car.

“I’ll miss you,” you said, the words hanging in the air meaning so much.

“Me too,” Rafe agreed.

You wanted one more kiss, one more passionate declaration of how much this all had meant but that would make leaving Rafe so much more impossible.

You climbed into the car, dropping Rafe’s hand in the process.

“See you around Cameron.” You knew it wouldn’t happen but it felt better than a goodbye.

He smiled back. “Maybe so.”

Perhaps Rafe was right and you’d both end up at a small liberal arts college in California taking the same second-year Econ class with a professor who always smelled like weed. Perhaps the stars would align and two of you would realize the universe wasn’t trying to keep you apart. It was just waiting for the right moment to show you that the love you had for each other was the soulmates, forever and ever kind of love. Perhaps you would get married and Sarah would be your maid of honor, of course. You’d buy back your Nonna’s house to raise your troubling-making kids in. Perhaps, you would find your way back and wake up each day and choose each other again and again.

Or perhaps, he'd always be your right-person-wrong-time. And, in the end, the passing days will steal away your memories of the blue-eyed boy from the Outer Banks.

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Warm Beers

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Kenzie intertwines her fingers behind JJ's neck, smiling at him while they dance at the front of the boat together. She looked ethereal, her skin was glowing with the sun's kiss, and her hair was pushed back with JJ's hat. The two were set in their own world, swaying and teasing each other like they always did.

Their friends look on, making bets on when they're going to finally snap and admit their feelings. John B. bet on never, Kie bet on next week while Pope was sure it would be before the summer ended.

"Shoupe De Shoupe," Someone calls, pulling McKenzie away from her daydream with JJ. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at her old friend, Topper, sailing towards them. The Pouges groan, not wanting to deal with a Kook today, but would for their friend. It wasn't secret that McKenzie sat between the two groups, not as rich as most of the Kooks but more well off than most Pouges. Being a deputy's daughter, she got to sit between both sides and not be touched. Although she did consider herself more Pouge, she'll never say no to a fancy dinner with The Kooks.

"Topper, you little bitch," She calls out, waving him over. He eyes everyone over, trying to hide his look of disgust as he floats next to their boat. JJ doesn't miss the way Kenzie sits on the side of the HMS Pouge, adjusting her bikini bottoms slightly to show more skin to Topper.

JJ can feel a sickness brewing in his stomach as Kenzie talks to Topper, laughing and touching his arms. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears as McKenzie giggles, laying her head on Topper's chest. JJ was supposed to be the only one to make her laugh like that, and he was supposed to be the one playing with the ends of her hair while she snorts.

Kenzie pats Topper's shirtless chest with a shake of her head before turning to look at JJ after Topper mumbled something. They hug, Topper making direct eye contact with JJ over Kenzie's shoulder before leaving on his boat again.

The group watches his boat until it turns a bend, all letting out a sigh and looking at Kenzie. "What? I'm allowed to have friends outside of you idiots," She laughs. "Besides, he wasn't going to start shit with me here. He's a little bitch." Kenzie shrugs, taking a sip of her Dr. Pepper.

"Nope, not allowed," John B. argues. "You're not allowed to have any other friends, dammit. We're all you will ever need," He jokes, swinging an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a side hug. JJ feels hot and shaky as he watches the scene. They were just friends, so why was he feeling this green monster forming inside of him?

A loud splash causes everyone on the boat to look over, seeing the spot where JJ once was, now empty and his blonde head bobbing in the water scowl evident on his face. "Someone's a bit upset you have a crush on Topper," Pope jokes. McKenzie looks at him wide-eyed, laughing at his crazy accusation.

"Topper? Oh God, no. He's with Sarah Cameron anyways, dumbass," She says, shaking her head. Pope points out towards JJ, who's still pouting in the water, staring at the marshland instead of the boat.

"Go tell that dumbass that, dumbass," Pope retorts, making everyone snort. They loved Pope, but he definitely wasn't the best at comebacks. Kenzie pulls out of John B.'s grip, setting JJ's hat on the captain's seat, and takes a running start, jumping off the end of the boat. JJ stares her down, watching as she swims over to him with a smile.

"What's the matter, J?" She asks, voice soft and soothing. It was impossible to stay mad at her when she was always so concerned for his wellbeing. JJ sighs and sets his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Honestly, he just wanted to be close to her after seeing her with Topper. She wraps her legs around his hips, laces her hands behind his head, and smiles at him while tilting her head to the side slightly. "Is this about Topper?" She asks. JJ groans and hides his head in her shoulder, memorizing how it felt to have her this close to him.

Kenzie decides she had too much caffeine, explaining why her heart was pounding out of her chest as JJ nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck with a quiet sigh. They float in the marsh silently for a few minutes, enjoying the other's company. "You know, you don't have to worry about Topper, JJ," Kenzie starts, brushing her fingers through JJ's hair as he hums in response. "He's a friend, and that's it. You'll always be my bestie."

JJ hums, absentmindedly playing with Kenzie's bikini straps again. It was his favorite fidget, twirling the strap between his fingers. He can't remember when it started, but now it's all he does when she's wearing a top with thin straps. JJ glances over at his friends, seeing them staring and whispering.

"Were you really jealous of Topper?" Kenzie asks, pulling JJ's head off her shoulder to look him in the eye. JJ furrows his brows and shakes his head. Yeah, maybe he was angry about seeing her get so close to someone else who wasn't him. He was supposed to be the only person she gets that close to, dammit. She lifts an eyebrow in question.

A small, almost silent, part of her wanted him to be jealous. She doesn't know why, but him shaking his head made Kenzie's heart sink. "I'm not jealous of that Kook. Know why?" He asks, slowly pulling Kenzie off of his body, much to both' dismay. She shrugs, waiting for him to answer his own question. "Because I know you'll always be my best friend, even if I do this." Kenzie sees his devilish smile for a split second before her head is underwater.

She bobs back up quickly and stares JJ down as he giggles. "You're going to pay for that Maybank," She seethes, smiling widely at the boy in front of her. He laughs loudly and begins to swim off as the rest of the gang jump into the water after them.

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