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inafieldofdaisies · 6 months

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Dropping by with a little treat from John's AU where Oliver is grilling the shite out of Leslie. I couldn't bring myself to cut out any of his jokes, so you're getting an extended last line. ❤️

"Coffee run, boys. Anyone want something?", Oliver hollered, stiring up the rest of the detectives that were in at the early hour, "No? Byyyyeee." He sing-songed the rest as he threw on his jacket and Leslie did the same, rushing to leave before both could get wrapped up in actual orders. "Aye, you fuck, I wanted-", Ross' yell was cut off as McKenzie slammed the door to their division shut, whistling to himself on their way to the stairs. "Graham will retaliate, you know that, right?" "I promised Maxie I'd get him a coffee, there's only so much I can carry.", he explained while Leslie followed closely, "Plus, Ross has legs and cheated me out of my poker win last week. So… he can suck it." Parish chuckled, but it felt more forced than anything with his mind still racing with questions, "Weren't you also cheating?" "Beside the point." "Mhm.", he hummed as they hit the ground floor and made their way out the precinct. "You know, my jokes are only good if people are paying attention to them…", Oliver began while the two set on their usual route to a small bakery nearby. "I was listening, it just wasn't funny." The deadpan answer did little to convince him of the lie based on the snort he replied with, "Sure. Repeat it back to me, will ya? Then I can decide if it sounded funny or not."

"Fuck off.", Leslie remarked, pulling his coat closed against the sudden gust of wind that blew in. "That's what I thought.", McKenzie sent him a cocky smirk over his shoulder as they navigated the crowd moving down the street, "What did Rina do this time?" "Nothing." "And you've been looking like I kicked you in the nuts the whole morning over nothing. How long have we known each other to think this would work with me? Hell, I think even Vaughn would pick up on your lie, and he is as oblivious as they come." A groan left Leslie, but deep down he was thankful someone cared enough to notice the mood he was in and try to get him out of it, "I have no idea how we're still friends, you don't ever let up." "Why my ma said I'd make a great detective, and how right she was…" In ways Oliver truly was like a K9 that had caught a perp's scent, refusing to let go until getting an answer, on top of it all he was competitive as hell. The bakery's sign finally came into view, making him wonder if he could actually get away with not providing any details for once. Doubtful. "Well?", McKenzie asked again, swinging the door open and entering the shop first with Leslie close on his heels. "Coffee first." "Fine, but you try to dodge my questions, I'm locking you in the interrogation room until you start singing like a canary. I have all the time and patience in the world." "Buchanan will have your balls." He rolled his eyes as they took their place in line, "Think I care about what old Jerry will do?" Doubtful again.

Parish occupied his time by mindlessly watching the people seated at the tables in the back of the bakery, wishing his heart would skip a beat the same way it did for Sabrina when his gaze was met on accident by a woman sitting on her own. The little smile she gave him only darkened his mood as he forced his eyes back ahead and Oliver's hand landed on his back in silent support. "Jesus. It's bad." "I'm absolutely fine." "Sure, Sabrina. You're picking up all her sad habits.", Oliver grumbled, "Lying you're okay, going through life deep sighing over somebody you can't have for some stupid ass reason." He rattled out an order when their turn came and paid for everything, giving Leslie a much needed break from arguing over the ugly truth. "Just ask her out. You have to start somewhere.", his fellow detective insisted as they set on waiting to the side, "Who cares if she went on a date yesterday? Like, fuck, you sure won't be sending 100 roses to her and panic-calling her over a little bat paying you a friendly visit. You already have an advantage - you know what she likes and what she wants before she even figures it out." "60." "Huh?", McKenzie gave him a dumbfounded look. "60 roses is what Bruce sent." A snort left him at the choice of nickname, "Batman ain't cheap, I'd give him that. Though, I'd argue blowing your hotshot lawyer money on a bouquet is kinda idiotic." "Hotshot?" "Oh, yeah.", Oliver nodded at his raised eyebrow, "I looked him up myself, too. Fucker's a new partner in Atlanta. Has his name on the plaque and everything. I wanted to barf at his fancy photoshoot on their website, haven't seen anyone looking so sure of themselves while holding scales. Lady Justice is shakin'."

"Not making me feel any better about this." "I wasn't trying to.", a playful slap landed on his shoulder, "I'm trying to kick your ass into action. Get your girl. Getting laid will fix you both, I promise." "We've been over this." Thanfully, the woman out front waved Oliver over to pick up his bag, stopping the conversation they've had plenty of times before in its tracks. Or so Leslie thought until he was dragged back into it the moment they were back outside. "Spill, Parish and I don't mean my coffee.", McKenzie instructed him with narrowed eyes as they set towards the precinct and he passed him the takeaway to light up a cigarette, "You can even tell Rina you bought her the croissant. My treat." "We talked like we do every night yesterday…", the storm clouds above them certainly matched his mood, "and she let it slip that she's invited him over because his neighbors were annoying the shit out of him with loud sex." Oliver laughed way too loudly at that, startling a woman walking ahead of them and getting a dark look from her he met with a wink, "Batman wishes he was gettin' some." "I asked her to keep me posted, so I know she and Sav are safe." "Reasonable.", he agreed, "Considering they just met." Leslie sighed, "I expected a text, you know, 'We're all good, he left. Goodnight.' She called me instead… sounded completely off, mind you, I was close to jumping on my bike and driving there." "Don't tell me-" "No! Nothing of sorts."

"Good, because it would suck to get arrested for murdering one of Maxie's case victims." "After dancing around the subject, Rina announced that Bruce is stayin' over." "Uh-oh.", Oliver let out a whistle, "She actually went for it. Damn, I-" "In the guest bedroom.", Parish interjected before he could go on a tangent about Sabrina getting laid. He suspected he'd get an extra detailed version of possible events as punishment. The detective's eyes shone with a devilish gleam at the news, "Poor Batman. But… wait… why the fuck did she call you?" "She wanted me to convince her sleeping with him was a bad idea." The two came to a halt in front of their building, not exactly rushing to go back inside despite the subject. Oliver took a long drag from his cigarette, gaze running over his face before he exhaled some of the smoke and muttered, "And you did just that. Cockblocked him, six ways from Sunday." "No." The rest of the vapor left him at once, making him choke at the confession. "God-fucking-damn.", McKenzie croaked out between coughs as he hit his chest dramatically, "This ain't how I want to die. Especially before seeing you get laid for good." Leslie said nothing and tightened his grip on the bag in his hands, focusing his attention on the street, watching each passing car, instead of meeting what he knew would be his fellow detective's disapproving gaze. "You're an idiot, you know that?" "Thanks."

"It's accepted you look a person in the eye when they speak…", he gritted out, taking another pull of nicotine. "What do you want me to say?" "That you didn't actually encourage her to sleep with him and are now in this shit mood because of it? I'd start with that." "I told her the truth.", Leslie replied flatly, "You saw how she was after their lunch. I don't even want to ask how close they were at it…" "I didn't give them the chance to. For you." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, skipping over the part where he had mentioned protection, because Oliver wouldn't let him live that one down, "I reminded her it's rare she ever feels so strongly about anyone, that she shouldn't worry about the rules of dating or how soon it is." McKenzie dropped his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with way too much force before throwing it in the nearest trashcan, "You basically shoved her in his bed, gotcha. How the fuck aren't you day-drinking? I'd be spiking my coffee right now." "Rina didn't say she would. In fact she made it a point to say how he's probably already asleep." Just shut up, Parish. His reply received a humorless laugh, "Oh, definitely. You hearin' yourself?" "Sadly, yes." "Good, because currently I feel like walking into traffic to put myself out of this misery…", Oliver pointed ahead of him and clicked his tongue, "but knowing my luck, the closest I'd get is getting run over by a kid biking to school, scarring us both in the process." "Dramatic." McKenzie blinked slowly, "I'm dead serious. And your phone?"

"My phone?", Parish felt his pockets with his free hand, wondering if he had managed to swipe it with another 'magic trick'. Certainly wasn't uncommon for him to pickpocket for kicks, even their Chief, Buchanan. "Yes. Why were you staring at it like it held the solution to all of our cases, and then some?" He produced the device to Oliver, his screen still on Sabrina's open message that he had reread an embarassing amount of times and tried to convince himself it had nothing to do with her late night guest. "I will be in a little bit later today.", McKenzie read her text that wasn't anything unusual to receive from any of the other detectives in Missing Persons, for Sabrina though, it felt out of character, monumental. Both of them were aware of that. "Leslie 'God-how-much-I-wish-you-had-a-middle-name-right-now-so-I-can-scold-you-like-a-mother-would' Parish.", the first part flew past his lips in record speed, "You got this from her and are still thinking she hadn't followed your advice to grab the handsome egomaniac by his horns?" Leslie hoped his shrug was nonchalant enough, "There could be another explanation. Many, in fact." Based on the 'Are you kidding me' look he received, his partner in crime wasn't buying it, "You sweet summer child."

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toytulini · 1 year

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they should make more songs about rats i think

#toy txt post #like just Literally About Rats. or even rat monsters or smth ill accept that #starving for rat songs #songs that are Actually About Rats and not about like. elon musk #dont get me wrong that one is a great song im just bitter cos its named rat and has nothing to do with rats #Kreacher by bridge city sinners understood the fucking assignment. perfection #no other song goes so fucking feral. beautiful. NOW IM THE RAT INSTEAD #other songs that understood the mf assignment:#chip by the real mckenzies #rat queen by the mountain goats #RATS by louie zong #but 4 songs aint enough to properly make my Rat Playlist even if i pad it out with ratatouille and stranger things s2 #WHERE ARE THE RAT SONGS. WHERE ARE THEY. STOP SINGING ABOUT LOVE GOD SHUT UP.#SING ABOUT RATS AND OR WORMS. PLEASE GOD

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ashdash2417 · 8 months

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I just watched The Butterfinger Effect, and just suddenly had a good idea for what McKenzie could be doing (or what happens to her?). :3 (this idea would require a slight tweaking with what actually happened in canon, not major, but just a little change…), and…. It’s interesting? Maybe? I dunno, but the idea just came to me pfbtbt.

#camp camp #cc roosterteeth #roosterteeth #oc #camp camp oc #cc oc #mckenzie #ash rambles #shut up ash!#I did have an original idea… but I wasn’t sure if I liked it #so I had a new one that might work better??#I dunno #I’m just mostly talking to myself rn pfbtb #I feel like just having an oc interact in canon #is like an AU in and of itself #pretty much… :p

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jrueships · 2 years

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the emojis . . .

#everyone wants mckenzie until he opens his mouth and never shuts up then they want him gone #somewhere diggs is sitting with his giant fist balled and nails digging into his palm #thinking ' that should have been ME!!!!!'#/ I / should have been called H00CHIE!!!!#too bad hes halfway across the world hitting brady over the head with a golf club #canonically #source: i was the caddy #mckenzie/davis #he cannot keep doing strange little man things they need to bestie it up again and soon pls !!!

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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office hours

words: 1.4k

warnings: maybe inappropriate workplace relationship lol

“sorry for the interruption, mr. cameron, i need your signature on this.”

rafe groans, suddenly jolted out of his groove. he holds a hand out, and his employee drops the stack into his hand. rafe thumbs it over quickly, it’s just an expected agreement for a merger, already signed by his company’s lawyer, so he scrawls his name on the line and shoves the paper away, turning back to his computer.

“nelson, wait.” rafe calls right before he can leave the office. the man turns around nervously. it’s no secret that rafe is a tough boss to work for. he can snap over little mistakes, because he wants everything to be absolutely perfect, but if you keep your head down and do solid work, you can rack in a lot of money.

“no interruptions unless it’s an emergency.” rafe says, and nelson nods, knowing it’s now on him to make sure nobody disturbs the bossman, otherwise it’ll not just be the interrupters head, but his as well.

rafe turns back to his email, finishing typing it and not even bothering to read it over before hitting send. he looks waywardly at the stack of papers that’s his next assignment. it’s the end of the financial year, so everyone has been extra busy.

rafe opens the first binder, quickly going over just the bits he needs to. he works quickly through the second and is onto the third when his concentration breaks by a commotion outside of the only semi sound proof glass walls of his imposing office.

rafe waits for it to die down, but it doesn’t. with a sigh, he gets up out of his chair, giving a glare to the ‘ceo’ nameplate on his desk. he loved the power of running a company, but goddamn, did he sometimes hate the work that came with it. he just hopes whatever all the noise is about isn’t petty drama, otherwise there will be firings before it hits 5pm.

“he said not to be disturbed!” rafe hears nelson say as the door swings silently shut behind him.

“unless it’s an emergency, it’d say mckenzie inc pulling out is a fucking emergency!” rafe can’t let this go on any further as more people begin yelling at nelson, unaware that rafe was watching them. “shut the fuck up!”

you could hear a pin drop with how quickly a silence fell over the crowd. “is mckenzie inc pulling out?” it’s still silent, so rafe gives the crowd a general glare.

“it’s only a rumor, sir.”

“from who?” he asks. rafe doesn’t recognize the name spoken back to him. it’s so goddamn much to keep up with every single other company that they partner with.

“take ten minutes to gather up everything you know and then meet me in the conference room.” rafe knows exactly what he is going to do with those ten minutes as he heads towards the stairwell, heading one floor down. he swears he’s going to tread wear patterns into the carpet with how many times he takes this same path.

he opens the door, unclenching his jaw that he didn’t even realized was clenched in the first place when you look up from your paper with a smile on your face. “hey rafe.”

“hi wifey.” he says, moving around your desk to hug you. you stand so you can put your arms over his shoulders, humming gently in approval at rafe squeezing your body against his.

“it’s only 4:30pm, are you going home early?” you ask him, rubbing your hands gently over his shoulders, knowing how much tension he holds in his body.

“there’s a rumor mckenzie inc is pulling out.” your face falls briefly before you put your happy mask back on, but rafe catches it. “i’m sorry baby. i called a meeting to figure it out, but i don’t know how long it’ll take. you go home if i’m not out by 5, okay?” rafe hates the thought of you leaving the office all alone, his sweet wife having to drive his obnoxious (your words, not his) sports car back to your house, making dinner all alone as rafe is stuck in a boardroom.

“it’s okay, i can wait for you.” you say, kissing rafes jaw gently as he nuzzles his nose into you. it’s definitely inappropriate, being married to your boss, but you were an accountant at this company before rafe took over as ceo, so no one really bats an eye. in fact, they’ve gotten used to politely hinting when they need help swaying your husband or calming him down.

“no, baby, i want you to go home.” rafe says, glancing at the clock.

“mmm, maybe.” you say, and rafe knows there’s no point in arguing with you when he has to get back up to the top floor. “hey.” you cup rafes cheek, seeing all that stress in his eyes. “i love you.”

rafe smiles gently, leaning down to peck your lips. “i love you too.”

rafe hates having to leave, and briefly considers asking you to just come sit at the table up there, but he knows whenever you’re in the same room he can’t properly focus, always attuned to your needs, if your happy, if anyone is bugging you, if there’s a way for him to get his hands on you.

he steps into the boardroom and the chatter dies down. rafe sits down at the end of the table, looking pointedly at the poor soul who happened to sit closest to him.

“there’s a possibly leaked report that mckenzie inc is pulling out of our deal, but i heard from my source that they just want to renegotiate their contract-” shouts of disagreement arise. rafe pinches his nose between his fingers. this will be a long night.

they’re not even done, but rafe knows if he spends literally another second with these people that he’s going to end up decking one of them in the face, so rafe calls for a half hour recess for dinner. he glances at his watch as he heads down the stairs. 6:30pm, an hour and a half after he’s hoping you left.

he’s hopeful when he notices your ceiling light turned off, but as he gets closer to your office he notices that you’re curled up in your office chair, peaceful look on your sleeping face illuminated only by the blue light of your computer screen that remains on.

rafe melts right on the spot, seeing you, his perfect little wife, fallen asleep at your desk because you don’t want to leave him.

he opens and closes the door gently, kneeling on the ground next to your chair. he places a hand gently over your head, rubbing your hair as softly as he can so you don’t startle awake. “hey, baby.” he whispers.

you stir at his sweet voice, eyes fluttering until you place where you are. “mmm, how long did i sleep?” you ask.

“it’s 6:30 now. you should have gone home, are you hungry?”

“‘m okay.” you say, sliding your knees down from the curled position in a big stretch. you grab your phone, checking your texts with a smile. rafe feels a brief flare of intense jealousy roll through him as he angrily thinks who the fuck is texting you and more importantly whothefuckistextingyouthatsmakingyouSMILE. but you turn your phone to show him and his thoughts are completely changed.

you: there’s a rumor that mckenzie inc is pulling out of their deal with us. can you tell me anything?

henrietta (mckenzie inc ceo wife): no clue where that rumor got started. just checked with richard and it’s not true. get you and rafe home!

you: thank you! saved us hours of headache. by the way, shall i drop off some strudels tomorrow? i got…

rafe stops reading the text message thread and looks up at you in awe. you giggle and drop your phone onto your desk, letting rafe pull you into a kiss. “you’re incredible.” he mumbles against your lips before capturing them again “amazing… genius… beautiful.”

you eventually have to pull away from kissing rafe. “you should go tell the guys and gals that it’s all good and they can head home.”

“they’ll figure it out.” rafe says, grabbing your bag and shoving your personal items in it. you look at him confused before he slings it over his shoulder, bending down to pick you up bridal style. “i’ve got to take you home right now before i have to explain to them what all the screaming and moaning they heard was.”

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mommymccabe · 8 months

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Gotcha Baby

Pairing: Caitlin Foord x reader

Summary: Your girlfriend and sister prank you, you get them back.

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, kissing, swearing, ‘injury’, i think that’s it

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A loud scream is heard by Steph and Mini who were standing in the hall way of the hotel. The scream originated from father down the hall, and was followed by laughing, a door slamming open and a hysterical Caitlin and Mackenzie bolting past two Matildas.

'Caitlin Jade Foord! Mackenzie Elizabeth Arnold!' You screamed out as you chased them out of your hotel room and down the hall.

'Uh oh' Steph whispers

'Get your asses back here. You're dead!'

'What the fuck happened??' Sam asked Steph, having been alerted by the chaos.

'No idea, but she's mad' Steph shot Sam a worried look.

Not even a minute later you walk back past them and back into your hotel room before slamming the door shut.

Sam, Steph and Mini walked down the hall in the direction you came from only to see Caitlin and Macca peaking out of Alannah and Macca's room.

'Is she gone?' Cait whispers

'Yes. Now what did you do to her?' Mini asks in an annoyed tone.

Mackenzie falls to the floor laughing again while Caitlin holds herself up on the door frame, laughing just as much.

'We had masks, and she had just woken up, and as she went to get out of bed, Macca jumped out from under the bed, and I jumped out of the cupboard! Oh my gosh mate it was funny as fuck, she flew!' Caitlin managed to wheeze out.

Sam can't help but laugh along with them as Steph and Mini do a better job of hiding their amusement.

'You two are awful. Poor girl was probably shitting herself' Sam says still laughing.

The thought making the two pranksters laugh even harder, Mackenzie now rolling on the ground trying to breath while Caitlin sinks to her knees with tears in her eyes.

'Ohhh she's gonna hate me' Caitlin whispers out before pulling herself together and helping Macca up.

'I think she already does' Mini days before cracking a smile and walking towards the common room, the rest following behind closely.

As you sit in your hotel room fuming, you start planning your revenge but put it on hold and decide to pretend like nothing happened, despite how mad you were at your girlfriend and sister.

You get dressed after a quick shower and head into the common room in search of your teammates.

As you walk through the doors, most heads turn to you and everyone greets you as you walk straight over to Kyra and Charlie, ignoring Caitlin and Mackenzie.

'We heard about your fun morning, you alright?' Kyra asked with a smirk.

You simply shot her a glare and rolled your eyes.

'They're assholes and I'm gonna get them back, wanna help?' you ask the two girls with a cheeky smile. They both quickly agree, loving a good prank.

'Okay so I was thinking....'

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Later that night, after the team meeting and dinner, you all head off to your rooms. Right before leaving the dinning room, you tell Caitlin and Mckenzie you want to see them outside your's and Caitlin's room, before walking away. The pair weren't really scared, more glad you had actually spoke to them after a day of silent treatment.

So they waited a bit before following the direction you left in. As they rounded a corner on the journey back to the room, they came across a sobbing you on the floor clutching your ankle.

'Fuck baby what happened?' Caitlin asked as she rushed to your side.

'I tripped. Fuck man, my fucking ankle' you cry out and roll onto your back.

'Can you put pressure on it, do you want me to carry you to medical?' Your sister asks as she moves to your side, laying a hand on your shoulder and the other on your good leg.

'I can't move Macca it hurts so much.' you sob out and throw your arm across your face.

'Oh baby, i'm sorry but we need to move you, you need to be checked out.' Caitlin tries to convince you to let them help you move.

As they are both focussed on you and your potentially career threatening injury, they don't see or hear the two pairs of footsteps creeping up behind them.

You laying on the ground, can see Kyra and Charlie and have to move your arm across your mouth to cover the rising smile. You scrunch your face up dramatically as well, covering all bases before watching as the two masked youngsters, arrive directly behind the two victims before grabbing them by the shoulders and yelling. You watch as the two previously worried looking women scream and throw themselves across the floor, landing somewhere behind you.

‘Ha! You two just disappeared!’ You laugh as you roll on the floor.

You can hear Kyra and Char laughing their asses off and you turn to high five them both and laugh with them.

You roll onto your hands and knees and make eye contact with a confused and annoyed looking Caitlin and Macca.

‘You weren’t even hurt! Asshole! I was so worried puddin’ Caitlin mumbles out before rubbing her face with her hands.

‘You deserve it darling.’ you say with a cheeky smile before getting and and offering them both a hand up.

Mckenzie grabs your hand, allowing you to help her up before she shoves you away with a shake of her head and a small smile.

‘Don’t do that again mate’ she mumbles

‘Says you! I wake up to a demon waiting under my bed and in my cupboard, I thought I was dead!’ You reply

‘Yeah well we definitely won’t be doing that again if this is the result’ Cait says as she stands up and wraps an arm around you waist.

‘You do and your sleeping on the couch pretty girl’ You tell her before placing a gentle kiss on her lips before turning and walking away with Kyra and Charlie.

As soon as you are out of ear shot, Macca turns to Caitlin and says;

‘I actually thought she was gonna die. She’s a pretty good actor. But fuck did that scare the shit outta me’

‘She was so convincing! I thought she broke her ankle. Gotta admit it was a good plan. Kyra and Charls were so quiet too’ Caitlin responds with a laugh before following in your direction back towards the rooms.

After saying goodbye to Mackenzie and anyone else she could, she walks into your shared room and spots you laying in bed on your phone.

‘You, missy, are a very good actor’ she says before walking over to the end of the bed and crawling on top of you.

‘Why thank you darling, i’m glad you enjoyed my plan’ you smile up at her and wrap your arms around her lower back pulling her on top of you.

‘Hmm enjoy is not the word I would use’ she mumbles then leans down to kiss you passionately.

You moan into her mouth, her response being a roll of her hips into yours. You pull away to breath as she starts kissing down your neck. You wrap your arms around her waist before flipping her onto her back, you settled comfortably onto of her.

‘How bout I give you something to enjoy sweetheart’ you whisper against her lips before she smashes your lips together.

‘Fuck yes’ she mumbled between kisses, lost in the feeling of your lips and hands roaming her body.

You smirk against her neck and reply;

‘Only if your good for me though, right baby girl?’

You enjoy watching as your girlfriends eyes change as she fully relaxes, ready to please you in any way she can.

This will definitely be enjoyable, you think to yourself.

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an: been awhile, i apologise. gonna try and write more often. enjoy! might do a part 2 lemme know if u want one :)

#caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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strrwbrrryjam · 3 months

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teen beach movie where mckenzie is zuko who spent and brady is sokka and big poppa (mckenzies grandfather) is iroh

iroh is sokka, katara, hakoda, bato's and kya's neighbour (yes they are in a polycule)

lu ten is alive but is in college going for a law degree

zuko goes to spend the summer with his uncle before he too goes for his law degree (that he really wants to go, yes uncle, he does want to become a lawyer, is not just going to please his father)

he meets sokka because him n iroh are good friends, and the two become fast friends (just friends. they arent. in love or anything. shut up uncle)

sokka n iroh are obsessed with this bad musical rendition of love amongst the dragons which zuko HATES so much

as the summer begins to end, zuko prepares to leave, packing his bags and distancing himself from sokka so it doesn't hurt as much when he doesn't see him for a while

sokka, wanting to see his love-- crush- friend, insists on zuko going for riding the ocean waves with him one last time, zuko agrees-

they both end up riding through the wave and end up in the bad musical rendition of love amongst the dragons

the cast is the ember island players

WOAH, CRINGE BE UPON YOU

#IDK. lol #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla zuko #zuko #atla sokka #sokka #atla iroh #iroh #atla zukka #zukka #strawberry speaks

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beautifuldisaster88 · 2 months

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Forever by my side

A/N: After coming across the gif, this idea randomly came to me. If I get the inspiration, I MIGHT make a part two. I used the same McKenzie/Kenzie, but you can picture reader as yourself or whoever you want. The only description of reader is; female, 17, eye color (mentioned only once) Rafe always called her 'bunny'

Summary: Rafe's girlfriend is John B's twin sister and he tells her everything. She's seen a lot of bad shit, but swore to always keep her mouth shut because she loves Rafe. Ward on the other hand becomes Paranoid that the Routledge girl will go to the sheriff, so he takes matters into his own hands, causing his son to finally snap.

Warnings: mentions of murder, actual murder, violence, Rafe seeing hallucinations not knowing it's not real, cursing, mentions of torture. I think that's it?

Rafe's tall frame appeared in the doorway. The young man looked at his father, Ward Cameron, as he made his way inside his office. What the hell did Ward want from him now? He didn't have time for this shit.

"What the hell do you want, dad? I already told you that I need to find-"

The dirty blonde was cut off by Ward, clearly making Rafe grow even more irritated.

"That's why I called you in here, son. You don't have to worry about that anymore. It's all been ta-"

Ward was then cutoff by a breaking news report on the TV. The older Cameron man sighed, knowing exactly what the news report was about. He was hoping to be the one to break it to Rafe before anyone else.

"Breaking News. Kildare County Sheriff's department was called out to the marsh earlier this morning, witnesses claiming they spotted a body."

The news reporter began, immediately catching Rafe's attention. He ignored his father, giving the TV his full attention. Outer Banks wasn't a big place, so it was more than likely that Rafe knew whoever's body was found. The last thing he ever expected to hear came next.

"According to Sheriff Shoupe, 17 year old McKenzie Routledge's body washed up early this morning. It's still unclear how the young girl died, and the Sheriff's department is currently undergoing an investigation. If you have any information we urge you to call the Sheriff's department. We will update you with new information as it becomes available. McKenzie left behind her twin brother, John B Routledge, not even a year after the death of their father. Our thoughts and prayers go out to her family and friends."

Rafe stood there frozen in place, his heart breaking and ears ringing, as tears fell from his eyes. Not his Kenzie, please, anyone but her. Who would want to hurt her, she was always nothing but sweet to everyone and she had no enemies. That's when it hit him.

He violently jerked his body around to face Ward, Rafe's blood already beginning to boil as his heart shattered into a million pieces.

"What the fuck did you do!?" Rafe screamed as he began to pace, jabbing his finger into his own chest. "I-I loved her, dad! She fucking saved me, saw me for me! W-why would you take her from me!? She never fucking hurt anyone!"

"Rafe, I need you to calm down. I did what I had to do.. to protect us... Protect you. The Routledge girl knew too much, and it was only a matter of time before she slipped up and told someone. She had to go, son. I did this for you."

Now Rafe was beyond angry, his vision immediately turning red, blurred with tears. He grabbed Ward by the collar of his shirt and slammed the older Cameron man violently against the wall. Rafe got right in his face, seething like a rabid animal. His piercing blue eyes were now dark.

"You didn't fucking do shit for me! You never have! You fucking killed her for your own selfish fucking needs! She's not like the other Pogues and she would have never opened her fucking mouth! You took away my only happiness! The only girl I have ever fucking loved! I swear to you, I will fucking kill you, but first I'm going to make you suffer, just like you did to my Kenzie. You're not my father, you're nothing but a pathetic, scared piece of shit. The scum on the bottom of my shoe. It's fucking over for you, Ward! I will avenge my love's death."

Rafe had his hand gripped around Ward's throat so tight, that he looked at the man with a sinister smile, tears still running down his face. He watched as Ward tried to gasp for air, clawing at his son's hand as his eyes and face began to turn colors. Rafe was going to kill Ward eventually, but first he wanted him to suffer, until he was begging Rafe to kill him.

A dark laugh rumbled deep from Rafe's chest, a clear sign that the Cameron boy had officially completely lost it. Ward tried to beg Rafe to stop, barely able to speak from his airway being cut off.

"Did you make my Kenzie beg for her life too, huh? Is the last thing you saw were those beautiful emerald green eyes filled with tears, begging you not to hurt her!? She was fucking innocent! Would've taken our secrets to her motherfucking grave... Which ironically enough, she did all because of you."

Rafe then began to repeatedly slam the back of Ward's head against the wall, over and over again, as his fist connected with Ward's face, jaw, nose, you name it. The Cameron boy beat the man he once looked up to to a bloody pulp, before literally dragging him down the stairs and into the basement, where he threw Ward inside the wine cellar.

Weeks went by, and nobody had heard from Ward. Rafe played the distraught son, acting like he was worried sick about his missing father, when the truth was he had him locked away where nobody would find him, Ward's days were numbered. Rafe had used every type of torture imaginable.

The worst part about the Cameron boy finally completely snapping? He held full on conversations with his Kenzie, as if she was standing right beside him, telling her that he was going to kill Ward for her. In Rafe's mind, Kenzie WAS there, even responding to him when he spoke.

"I love you, Rafey. I knew that I could always count on you to keep me safe. Once Ward is out of the picture, it'll be just you and me. We can finally leave this island and start our life together, away from everyone."

Rafe grinned like a maniac, looking directly at his Kenzie, when in reality he was looking at nothing. She wasn't there, she was dead, but he refused to believe that.

"I'll always protect you, bunny. This time next week, you and I will be on a private beach somewhere far away, sipping on cocktails and fucking under the sunlight. Ward is barely hanging on, and tomorrow is when we finally end him. I'm gonna marry you, Kenzie, yeah? Make you my wife and have a bunch of little ones running around. 'm gonna give you the world, baby."

Rafe caressed her cheek, actually caressing thin air, as he leaned his forehead against 'McKenzie's.

"I can't wait, Rafey. Now, come on, baby, we have a gruesome murder to prepare for. Don't listen when Ward tries to convince you that I'm not real. He's just trying to get you on his side, save his own ass. You can see me, touch me, feel me, you know I'm real, right baby?"

"Of course you're real, bunny. I don't believe anything Ward says, talking about he killed you. And they say I'm the crazy one? He's the one talking about you being dead, when I'm holding you in my arms right now."

The next night, Rafe murdered Ward, with his Kenzie by his side, cheering him on. He stabbed him over and over again, the same way that Ward had killed McKenzie, but in Rafe's mind both him and his Kenzie came up with the idea.

After disposing of Ward's body, the same exact way Ward had disposed of McKenzie's, Rafe packed his and Kenzie's bags and loaded up the truck. The two of them, in reality just Rafe, left the Outer Banks and never looked back.

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Red Ties

Chapter 12

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“Mrs McKenzie, I’m here” Mary called as she entered her little apartment, softly shutting the door. The TV was blaring and she was relieved to see Mrs McKenzie in her armchair, watching her show with a delightedly smile on her face, her glasses just on the tip of her nose as if they were hanging on the edge.

“Oh hello dear, I didn’t realise the time, you know this episode is so gripping, that Cassandra is finally getting what’s coming to her” she said with passion and Mary smiled sweetly. It was nice that Mrs McKenzie had something to keep her busy, something that fulfilled her day. It was sad to see some of the residents reaching their end, with nothing and no one to give them purpose. Mrs McKenzie wasn’t like that though, she lived every day like it was her last, doing the things she enjoyed most. She was good for her age, a little slow but still a spring in her step and a fire behind her tongue. Like she said, she’d hate to wind up in a home, being treated like an animal in a cage.

“Oh really, you’ll never tire of that show will you?” Mary grinned.

“Of course not, it’s the only thing that keeps me going” she answered with sass in her voice and Mary giggled.

“I thought I would check on you early today, I brought a new dressing for your leg as well”. She had been keeping an extra eye on Mrs McKenzie after her fall and wanted to make sure her leg was doing better. She managed to get a prescription from her doctor for some pain meds which seemed to help a lot.

“Oh thank you”.

“I’ll make a tea first” Mary collected her empty cup from her little table and headed for the kitchen. As she waited for the kettle to boil, Mary felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and quickly snatched it out. She assumed it would be related to work, an email or a call for an emergency however she was surprised to see a text from James.

Good morning, thank you for a wonderful evening, I hope you’re day isn’t too busy

Mary blushed instantly and bit her bottom lip in a grin, her stomach tingling just at reading his words. She had an amazing time as well and when she got home that night she couldn’t stop thinking about him yet again. However, something was playing on her mind. Mary was an innocent, simple girl, with not much money, a small apartment and a fridge of budget food. She doesn’t drink and drive fast cars and she hasn’t had sex. She couldn’t help but wonder what there was about her that James was so interested in. Surely he was used to richer women, wearing expensive clothing and covered in jewellery and heaps of make-up. He was handsome, smart and dominant, a man who seemed to know how to please a woman’s body and want to have them at the first sight of them and yet he was intrigued by the simple and plain Mary. She didn’t want to think too much into it but something didn’t add up in her head. Maybe she was overthinking and decided to push the thought to the back of her head for now.

Good morning, I had a really nice time with you as well. My day isn’t too busy today

Mary waited anxiously, almost desperate for his reply. Not only did he make her nervous in person but over text as well

Good, I’m not sure I can wait until Sunday to see you

Mary sucked in a breath, trying not to get giddy. It was unlike her to reply like this but the answer was the perfect fit.

Well you’ll just have to learn how to

You’re lucky I’m not there with you

Why’s that?

Because I would take you over my knee until you couldn’t sit down for that comment

Mary’s eyes widened at the words and the tingle in her stomach went straight to her thighs. Did he mean what she thought he meant? That he would spank her, over his knee like they did in the old-fashioned days. Mary felt like she was having her heart attack, her heart racing at a hundred miles an hour, her toes tingling with warmth and not to mention her pussy twitching. Was he just joking or being serious, she didn’t know but the fact she read those words and reacted the way she did meant if he was serious, she wouldn’t mind. Mary shook her head quickly. God would be most angry to know she was fantasying about a man she only knew for a week, spanking her over his knee for telling him to learn how to wait. She was a good girl and good girls don’t indulge in those fantasies.

She came out of the kitchen, carrying the hot cup of tea and staring at her phone one last time with a stupid grin on her face.

“What are you smiling at?” Mrs McKenzie asked, furrowing her barely there brows and Mary realised she was still grinning.

“Oh nothing’ she quickly waved off but Mrs McKenzie wasn’t having it. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew that look when she saw it.

“Is it that man you’ve been seeing…oh what’s his name… James, you haven’t even updated me yet” Mary popped the tea beside her, getting to her knees to unpack her bag for the dressing. It was only fair she filled Mrs McKenzie in on everything except a few minor details, like the text she just read.

“Well after I left you, I ran into him again and he asked out for dinner” she started.

“Oh dinner, a classic first date, go on” Mrs McKenzie was intrigued as she sat back with her hands clasped together as Mary focused on her leg, unwrapping it.

“He picked me up and we went to his friend's restaurant, which apparently has a three-month reservation list and we just skipped the whole line”.

“You’re joking… what is he some sort of mafia man” Mrs McKenzie laughed and Mary giggled.

“No, he’s an accountant and has his own business or something, something to do with the government and weapons I think but he’s definitely wealthy, he paid for the whole dinner and brought the most expensive champagne on there, not that I had any”.

“Girl you should have, if he’s paying make the most of it”.

“You know I don’t drink”.

“Well it’s a good time to start” Mrs McKenzie joked and Mary laughed shaking her head.

“Anyway we saw each other last night, and he took me to his house… or should I say mansion, its exactly like you would imagine, gates, two stairs cases, like four cars in the garage”.

“Did you snog him” Mrs McKenzie wasn’t holding back. She wanted all the dirty details and Mary blushed which was the instant answer she needed.

“Oh was he a good kisser, did he use his tongue, come on Girl I need details”.

“Um yeah he was a good kisser, I think”.

“You think… girl did he make your body tingle and feel like you were floating or was it dead” Mrs McKenzie asked, looking over the bridge of her nose, over her glasses as Mary sighed, shrugging into one of the chairs. Yes her body felt exactly that when he kissed her.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Oh this is wonderful, when we are seeing him next” Mrs McKenzie clapped her hands together in excitement.

“Sunday,” Mary said rather sullenly.

“Well, you don’t sound so excited?”

“No I am, it’s just… well, we’re very different, I know I’ve only seen him twice now but he’s all suits and money and fast cars and I’m plain and simple. I don’t have as much money as him and my apartment compared to his is shocking” she shrugged.

“Now don’t you ever feel bad for being plain and simple? He obviously must like you if he wants to see you again. You’re a sweet lovely girl, much better than any bimbo out there on the street which means more to someone than material goods. He sounds like a gentleman which is what you need, does he know you’re a Christian” she asked.

“Yes… I told him last night I was waiting until marriage” she squeaked.

“And he still wants to see you even after that… don’t overthink it Mary” she assured her and Mary felt better. If she started overthinking everything then she could me sit up. She was excited to see him again, especially after that saucy comment.

“So what’s the plans this weekend?”.

“I’m helping Peter unpack his new apartment, he only moved in a week ago and there’s still loads to unpack so I thought I’d help him”.

“Oh yes Peter… he’s a lovely boy isn’t he” Mary giggled, nodding her head.

“Yeah, he’s my best friend” Mary smiled.

……….

The bright light of the orange flame illuminated the darkness, lighting up James's face for a second whilst he lit the cigarette pinched between his lips. He didn’t smoke often, only when he was stressed and right now he was. It was ten o’clock, the time he and Zemo agreed on at the docks for the delivery and he wasn’t there. James was a man who liked to stick to timings and a schedule and when Zemo doesn’t show up on time, it rubs him the wrong way. The scowl on his face was set in deep, the lines between his eyebrows deepening as they waited. Steve was leaning against the bars along the edge, whistling softly to himself which was beginning to get on Sam’s nerves.

“Stop it” he kicked him with a polished shoe and Steve furrowed his brows at him.

“What!” He shrugged as the two argued on the petty action but James took no notice of it as he shuffled around in circles. He didn’t like people showing up late and he should have known Zemo was going to do this… he always does.

The cold breeze blew against his hair, sending it further back behind him but it was refreshing. The smoke drifted off into the air leaving its sickly scent behind as he delicately blew it from his lips.

“Where the fuck is he?” He grumbled finally, pacing back to the others.

“He’ll be here soon, you know he does this all the time” Sam reassured although it didn’t take away James’s grump.

“Why do we still use him?” Steve asked, waving his hand around lazily in expression to Zemo.

“Because he’s easy and cheap, besides he owes me” James clarified. James had known Zemo since he was twenty years old. He was an easy dealer and often got the good shit no one else could get. How he got it was a mystery and James didn’t want to know many details, for legal purposes of course but he was happy to still do business with him. After the last times deal however he owed James big time which was partly the reason why he was taking on this deal tonight.

As expected Zemo arrived late, twenty minutes late which to James was too long. The truck pulled up slowly, the reverse beeping overpowering the crash of the sea below them and with a hiss and a break, Zemo jumped out of the truck, striding over to James.

“James, good to see you” he smiled.

“You late” was the first thing to come out his mouth and Zemo chuckled as he rounded to the back of the truck.

“I had some difficulty getting through, I would have texted you but I know how you feel about evidence and I-“.

“Just get to it Zemo I don’t have all night” James interrupted, staring down at him. Zemo was just a few inches shorter, with short brown hair and brown eyes, and a Sokovian accent. He was a man of many talents, one being able to smuggle in illegal goods.

“Of course” he smiled and opened up the back of the truck. Inside were crates, made of thick wood with writing across them. The crates were labelled with potatoes but of course, that wasn’t what was inside. Zemo popped open one of them with a crowbar, the wood snapping and the bar dropping with a clang to the floor. Zemo picked one of the guns out of the crate, handing it carefully to James. It was heavy, sleek black with a long cartridge and barrel. They were beautiful. James inspected it in his hand, turning it here and there, holding it as if he were about to take a shot. They seemed legit.

“They’re nice,” he said simply.

“I told you they were good, you’ll sell them easily, I already have some buyers if you're interested” he mentioned and James handed him back the gun.

“We’ll see, get them unloaded” he ordered to Steve and Sam who began carrying the crates off the truck. James trusted Zemo but not that much. He had his own buyers and like Zemo said, he’d easily be able to sell them. James turned, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out, instantly smiling. Mary.

How has your day been, I hope not too busy.

She was the most adorable thing he’d ever met and he wasn’t surprised she didn’t respond to his spanking text. When he read the words she replied that he was surprised. He wasn’t used to people telling him what to do and he meant what he wrote. If he happened to be there he would have quickly taken her across his knee and spanked her till she was begging him to stop.

I’m always a busy man, but otherwise fine, how about you?

My day was good thank you but think I’m ready for bed

James grinned. This girl was teasing him so much and she probably didn’t even realise it.

Looks like I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to talk to you then

I need my beauty sleep… at least you learning how to wait

James smirked, shaking his head lightly.

Trust me you don’t know how badly I’m holding myself back

Goodnight James x

Goodnight Mary x

James tucked his phone in his pocket, his mood instantly changed and turned back to his men, flicking away the cigarette.

Chapter 13

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WHAT'S UP GAMERS IT'S GOTHAM TIME

Gotham 5x09

drink: simply spiked lemonade (5% alcohol)

Lee asked if she's supposed to stay at home to raise Jim's baby with Barbara while Jim's out playing cowboy cop and like... maybe. personally I would like to see it

I love the spirit halloween costumes the gangs are wearing they're so fun. also quoth my wife they're all "bouncing in an idle animation" and they really are

baby batcat date!!!

Ben McKenzie got to write an episode and the first thing he did was shoot Jim... even Jim is sick of Jim

and Erin Richards is directing they really were just outsourcing episodes to the cast at this point

Robin Lord Taylor is dialing the performance up to like a 20 out of 10 today. full male hysteria moment. and good for him!

unexpected Ivy return! ma'am please step away from that underage boy!

my wife, watching Jim Gordon prosecute himself at his own hallucinatory trial, unimpressed: "that's just what it's like to be Catholic."

cannot believe Zsasz may have finally pulled off a hit on a main character good job baby boy.

Ben McKenzie I am hugging you warmly for writing a moment where Alfred talks about how much he loves Bruce and Is his father. perhaps a tiny Alfred redemption arc with four episodes to go.

Ivy and Zsasz should just fuck, actually

Lucius baby you've been Poison Ivy'd before you cannot fall for this so easy I'm in hell

Jim hallucinating Oswald and Ed cozily playing the piano singing together... what does it all mean

Bruce and Selina fighting:

I cannot believe I'm going to say this but Ben McKenzie should have written more episodes. this one is so dumb it rules.

actually genuinely extremely fucked up the degree to which Jim and Lee seem to be planning to raise this child without Barbara entirely what's the plan gamers

HOLY TIMESKIP BATMAN

NOT THE WEDDING AT THE GCPD BEN MCKENZIE YOU MADMAN

Harvey officiating... shut the fuck up...

Selina wearing a studded leather jacket and her cat gloves to a wedding is so fucking funny. iconic. she IS Catwoman.

my wife, watching Jim and Lee get married: "she should kill him right now. take him out in the happiest moment of his life."

my wife understands this show perfectly, reader

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When I started watching the Saw movies I never expected to have my HEART RIPPED OUT over Adam.

#shut up McKenzie #adam stanheight #saw 2004

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Jason slams the door shut.

“Dave,” he says calmly, “you’ve got five seconds to explain yourself.”

Dave winces, “Wish I could, boss. Kid just walked in here two hours ago and demanded to talk to you. Told him we don’t want nothin’ to do with his sort and to get lost. Thought the Bat mighta be close too, so I had most people file out and take the merchandise elsewhere.”

“Yeah,” McKenzie jumps in, looking slightly disturbed, “literally demanded we take him hostage. Kid was just standing there while everyone was moving stuff. Not lifting a finger. We tried leaving, too, but the kid threatened to sicc the Bat on us then and, uh, well. We didn’t do anything to him tho! Just tied him up a bit! He walked in there on his own, boss. Swear to god!”

Jason’s eye starts twitching.

“For real,” Jones grumbles, rounding the corner with two cups of coffee, “Never seen a kid with that much of a death wish before. Was just standin’ there in that room until Kenzie got him that chair.”

McKenzie snorts, accepting her cup of coffee graciously, “Kid was making me fucking nervous.”

— sneak-peak of chapter 3, what you’re longing for (you claim to abhor)

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Paradise: Chapter 8: There's No End

Pairing: Javier Peña x McKenzie Martel

Rating: A - Adult

Warnings: Angst

Summary: McKenzie reflects.

Note: This is an AU set in between season 2 and season 3 of Narcos sometime in the 90's. I apologize in advance for any historical inaccuracies! -- Woof! Sorry for the delay in getting this out. More chapters are on the way and should be semi-regular. No promises. We are moving on to season 3 of Narcos so be prepared!

MASTERLIST --- PARADISE MASTERLIST

The house was quiet just the way she liked it. McKenzie had no clue where her roommate was and honestly she didn’t much care. It was normal for him to go off and do his own thing, normal for her to spend the vast majority of her day alone painting or doodling. Quiet days, warm ones where she seemed to seek out the cool air of her apartment, were her favorite. Days where she could sit inside and focus on her work, the windows slightly ajar to exude the fumes from whatever she was working on. It was pleasant, peaceful. McKenzie could almost forget the anguish that she had gone through in the past few days. The hurt.

She didn’t want to think about him. She didn’t want to think about her regrets from the night before… or was that two nights now? Kenzie didn’t know. The days seemed to blur together now. Nights seemed lonelier as the words spoken between the two of them swirled around her mind. Torturing her before her eyes shut.

His words specifically. The ones she had always wanted to hear come from his lips but had casted out of her dreams long ago.

I’m in love with you. I have always loved you

Words that she had imagined him saying, dreamed of him saying, before flesh hit flesh and souls entwined. McKenzie hated how she responded to him. She hated the words she said, the actions she made. Never in a million years did she think she would do such a thing to anyone much less Javier. Yet she did.

You don't have to love me back you just… please don't leave me like this.

Pain laced into his words and yet she still did the one thing he asked her not to do. She left. She turned around and walked away, leaving him alone. There was no rhyme or reason. McKenzie loved him still.

The past few days had been proof enough of it. They blended together without him, seconds seemed like hours, minutes seemed like days, and yet she wasn't entirely sure when it was that she saw him last. Two days? Three? She didn't know. She wished that she did, she wished she had kept track. There was no reasoning behind any of it. McKenzie felt lost.

How was it that he managed to turn her world upside down by doing so little, all he had to do was smile. How was that fair? She would fall apart while he moved on. That seemed to be the trend between them now.

McKenzie hadn't really left her room. She had so much to do, so many orders to pack and quite a few to complete and yet she had somehow managed to set all of those tasks aside just to wallow in her pain. Pain that she could only blame herself for. Pain that she knew she could rectify is she just grew up and pushed aside her own ego. If she could just forgive and forget. She had told herself that she had forgiven him. She had told herself that they could go back to being themselves again but when it came down to it, McKenzie had proven herself wrong.

Now she was crushed by the aftermath. It was completely fair despite her own feelings about it.

She wished she knew how well he was faring from it.

Before McKenzie had even known it, a week had gone by. Another warm day where Rob had left, leaving her alone. This time instead of wallowing she got out of bed and worked. She packed those orders, completed those commissions, and forced herself go go back to a somewhat normal. The after Javier.

Yet still at the end of the day she would stare at her ceiling and wonder. She would allow her mind to drift and she would think back to the before. Before he had spoken those words to her.

You don't have to love me back…

Please don't leave me like this.

I love you

I'm in love with you

Swirling around and around in her mind until she drifted off, her dreams no longer safe from the memories of the rain. The sensation of his warmth around her. In the aftermath she remembered the feeling. The scent of his skin in the rain, the way his arms wrapped around her and held her. The pleading in his voice.

Why didn't she just stay? Why didn't she just allow him to love her?

Those thoughts that spiraled and swirled until eventually she would get out of bed. Most nights she would make it halfway down the hall before she stopped herself. Never reaching the phone.

So why, on this specific warm night, did she decide to finish the journey? Why did her fingers dial the number to the ranch? Why did she tangle the cord of the phone around her fingers like an expectant highschool girl calling her crush.

It was Chucho who answered the phone. His voice deep and crackly, filled with sleep as if she had woken him up from his slumber. What time was it? 2am? It was late… or early… either way not the right time to be calling and she knew that.

Yet the moment Chucho heard her voice he seemed to perk up. His voice smoother while still sleep ridden. For a moment she heard a hint of sorrow as he spoke her name.

Then she asked for Javier. She asked to speak to him, she didn't care about the hour. The silence on Chuchos end was deafening and she hoped that was just him going to grab Javier to let him know who was on the phone.

Instead it was words that she didn't want to hear. Words she hadn't heard in years. Words that shot her back into the past. Suddenly she was sitting in his room again, a long black dress flowing at her feet, red coiled hair pulled away from her face, secured with a clip that she would have never picked for herself.

Tears stained her cheeks, her heart ripped out all over again. Chucho didn't have to say much more. McKenzie knew from his tone because it was the same one he used before. No context needed, McKenzie knew.

Javier was gone.

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