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Ryan Gosling by Jean-François Robert

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kennedy-monroe:

Kennedy shook her head. “Don’t do that because of me.” She said. She looked at Vic. “I’m just glad you’re happy. You deserve it.” She let him know. “I’ll get over it.” She added. 

“I know, I know... but I don’t want to make it difficult for you,” Vic reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He wasn’t sure that was acceptable, but things were going to be awkward anyway. “You don’t really want to be with an old grumpy man anyway, Rowan could tell you all about how horribly annoying I am,“ he chucked.

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

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Zum Geburtstag viel Glück | Letters to Rowan 1/??

Berlin, Germany. 1 July 2016. @rorwanbadass

Happy birthday, Liebling.

I can’t be with you today, but I hope this goes at least some of the way to make up for that. I’ll make up for the rest tenfold when I get back home. God, I haven’t even left for the conference by the time of writing this, but this is already making me miss you. How pathetic is that, huh?

Speaking of pathetic: I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it turns out your boyfriend is a huge dork. I decided to make you a little treasure hunt for the day to keep you entertained. Your presents are all hidden around my apartment, unless you already snuck in and looked for them after I left. In that case… you know their location better than I do, and I just hope that you’re enjoying them.

Alright, so I’ve hidden three gifts around the place.

There’s a soft one in the kitchen, behind one of the coffee makers. I know that’s vague, but it’s supposed to be a hunt, okay? There should also be some wine and a few of those weird little cakes you like.

There’s a small one in the bathroom. I put it in with your makeup, so good luck with that one, I guess. I’m kidding, I love having your things everywhere.

Seriously.

The biggest one is in the bedroom, near where we put the camera last week. That tape is still in, by the way, so it’s there if you start missing me too much. That definitely counts as a present too, if you ask me. Also, apparently the battery died before we finished, so Take 2 when I get back?

Oh, and the secret last one is with me, so you’ll get it when I come home from this trip. It will be worth the wait, I promise.

Happy treasure hunting, mein Schatz.

Hab dich lieb, Vic

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“I wouldn’t worry about swapping rooms. Rowan doesn’t really trust anyone anyway,” he shrugged, offering her a smile that hopefully wasn’t too awkward. He wasn’t sure if Rowan should even know about this. Probably not. It wasn’t like it had to become an issue between all of them. “No, no... I’m glad you did. I should know. I’ll... try not to rub your face in all of it, I guess.”

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

Kennedy sighed. “Rowan has nothing to be jealous about. If she wants to switch rooms with me because she doesn’t trust me, that’s fine. I’ll do it.” She shrugged. She looks at Vic and wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry for telling you.” She apologized

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“No, I get that... it wouldn’t have made things easier if Rowan knew, trust me.” He frowned, already feeling horrible at the prospect of Kennedy having to deal with a jealous Rowan. Not that anything had happened between him and Ken, but the thought still worried him slightly. “Also you weren’t stupid. It’s not like you’re intentionally doing anything. If anything I’m sorry that you have to witness all this childish drama between me and Rowan...“ He sighed, wondering when his life had become so high school once again.

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

“You didn’t give me any wrong impression.” Kennedy looked at him. “It was just me being stupid.” She said. “And I didn’t tell you because I knew you had feelings for Rowan still and I didn’t want to put you in this kind of situation.”

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Victor sat there quietly for what felt like hours, not sure what to say to her. Of course he didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t exactly have any good news for her either. Finally he sighed, echoing her, and looked down at his feet as he spoke. “Well, I can honestly say that I never wanted to hurt you. And I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression...” He looked over at her, forcing himself to man up and actually face the uncomfortable situation.“But I do really care about you, Kennedy, a lot. I’ve really loved spending all this time with you."

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

Kennedy looked away and was quiet. She was mad at Vic for guessing but she knew she had to be honest. “Yes.” She admitted with a sigh. “I couldn’t tell you though, for obvious reasons.”

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“Ah, that kind of thing... if it helps, we’ve all been there.” Vic tried his best to sound understanding, because he was, but he was taken aback when she backed away from him. He spent another moment in confusion, still not sure what he had done, but suddenly it dawned on him, his eyes widening slghtly at the realization, “Wait, you mean... me?“ It did make sense. She had started acting strange around the time he and Rowan had become closer once again, but he still hadn’t been prepared for this.

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

Kennedy wiped her eyes. “Just because he was interested and still interested in someone else.” She said. She scooted away from Vic and was quiet. “And I knew it too.”

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kennedy-monroe:

Kennedy laughed and quickly covered her mouth. “Sorry.” She apologized after she was done. “Fuck.” She shook her head and could feel tears coming to her eyes. “Don’t worry about it.” She told Vic. “He never had any interest in me.” She looked at him as she spoke. “And I knew it too. So, nothing to worry about. Just me being stupid.”

Victor was more confused than ever when she burst out laughing, and he eyed her cautiously, wondering if he should call in one of the therapists. When she stopped laughing, though, he saw tears in her eyes, and he instinctively stepped closer to her. He didn’t want to see her all upset, not if he could help it. “Hey...” he said quietly, sitting down on her bed, “I’m sure you’re not being stupid. And if you are, at least it sounds like he is too. Why wouldn’t he be interested in you?”

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

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“True, true,” he chuckled, glancing around the space, which looked freakishly normal considering how off Kennedy seemed. Vic just kept standing around awkwardly in the middle of the room for a while, not really sure what to do with himself, or how to approach the situation. “So, um... boy trouble? I don’t mean to listen in, ever, but man whoever was in here is loud,” he smiled at her, hoping he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. But this was Kennedy, she had proven over and over again that she’d talk about practically anything. “Do I need to go beat someone up for you?”

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

“No such such thing as a bad party.” Kennedy giggled lightly and looked down at her hands. She had purposely avoided his first question. She wasn’t okay, but she had no energy to fight with Vic or anyone at the moment

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kennedy-monroe:

Kennedy tensed when she heard Victor’s voice. He was another reason she was out partying. Granted she had never fold Vic about her feelings towards him, she needed something to get over him and partying worked. After a moment of silence and debate in her mind, she finally said, “Come on in.” She pulled the covers up so that her whole body except for her head was covered

Victor sensed her hesitation, although he was slightly confused about it. Usually Kennedy was all bright and happy, always wanting to talk. This definitely didn’t bode well. He opened the door cautiously, not sure what to expect when he entered the room. She was in a similar position to the first time he’d come to check on her, and that brought a smile to his face. “Are you okay?” he asked her, walking closer to her but not wanting to come too close to her either. It just felt safer to keep at a distance until he understood what exactly was going on, “You can’t be hungover yet... right? Bad party?”

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

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raiarxmos:

walking back into the house, backpack swung over her shoulders, raia made her way to room #8 - a place that had become somewhat of a haven, as the name would have it. a few weeks ago, she’d received a call from her mother; a call she hadn’t wanted to answer, but her mom never called, so she’d answered it. it was about her father - he’d been incarcerated for what seemed like the millionth time in her life, but this time was different. this time, he’d killed the two men that had assaulted her before she’d fled for SH, and she’d been called to stand trial to defend him. it wasn’t something she wanted to get into now, or ever, really. everything had come back up - all the feelings she’d had that night. but damn, was she glad to be back here.

looking up towards the doorway as she sensed the body that had turned the corner, she gave a sweet smile. “hey.”

Vic’s whole face lit up when he saw his favorite Virginia Woolf fan girl, "I thought I saw you! Through the window. Not that I was... watching you or anything... I was just making coffee...” He rambled on for a moment, then smiled at her sheepishly and gave up with a shrug. It had been a while since he’d seen Raia, and he was just so excited to be talking to her again. At least he knew that she already knew much more embarrassing things about him, which was both comforting and disconcerting all at once. “It’s good to have you back,” he finally managed to say somewhat normally, and it really was. Vic was aware that Raia was a big girl who didn’t need him to worry about her, but he couldn’t help doing so. He just always worried a little when people left the house. “How was your trip to... was it back home to Chicago or am I just making things up?”

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Victor was up early, he always was. Sleeping in wasn’t exactly his forte, blame it on his almost constant caffeine intake, but most of all he enjoyed the early morning silence while the rest of the house was asleep. Silence was a rare thing around Safe Haven, and Victor’s life as a whole had been a lot louder ever since he started seeing Rowan again. She wasn’t there this morning, though, and Vic was just spending some quality time with his other great love: his books. And the sweet, sweet silence.

That is, until he heard voices in the hallway. Well, one voice, and some strange groaning. Knowing his neighbor, that was a sign that she had been drinking and was now not feeling great. He spent a moment debating if he should do anything, but eventually decided to get up and check on her. It had been well-received last time, so it couldn’t hurt, right? He put his book aside and got out of bed, yawning slightly as he walked over to her room and knocked on the door quietly, “Morning, Ken. Are you okay in there? Just checking in.”

The Talk | Victor & Kennedy

Since her GED classes didn’t start for another week, Kennedy had decided she was going to use the last week of freedom partying and partying hard. Walking into the house after a night filled with drugs and alcohol, Kennedy made her way to her bedroom. Her heels in one hand and her purse in another. “Fuck I need a shower.” She said as she stopped outside her door. Kennedy groaned. “Sleep first, shower later.” She said and opened her bag as she began to look for her keys. “Come on, where are you?” She asked the inanimate object. “Great Kennedy, not only are you talking to yourself, you’re talking to your keys as well.” She whispered with an eye roll.

“Yes!” Kennedy exclaimed as she pulled the keys out and unlocked her door. Once in her room, she shut the door behind her, dropped her shoes and her bag and stripped down to her lingerie. “Bed.” She said with a yawn and walked over to her bed and got in.

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“Well, I’ll still be respectful and knock first. I don’t want to interrupt anything if I can help it,” he chuckled. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to hear anything that went on, but still. “I’m really trying to be a good neighbor, if you couldn’t tell.”

Kennedy smiled. “My door is always open to you.” She told him

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kyliepratts:

Letting out a soft laugh as he asked again, “I’m fine. Just a little buzzed. Don’t worry. If I do get piss drunk, I can usually find my way back so don’t feel like you have to worry about it.” And that was the truth. She never passed out and she always hoped that she never would. Kylie didn’t want to get too drunk anyways, she knew that if she drank too much she would start overthinking and all the feelings would finally hit her. She wasn’t ready for that. Especially when she was now with someone who she didn’t want to scare away with an emotional break down. “Thank you, Vic. I can call you Vic right?” She asked. After all, she knew some people had nicknames they hated.

His question caused a smile to appear on her lips. “I think people heard about us and they ran off because I haven’t dealt with any recently. If anything, I think I’m the biggest Arschlöcher around. But I don’t really favor the idea of me punching myself.” She admitted. Her inner thoughts have become a battle between her and herself. She began having problems with feeling like she could enjoy herself. She didn’t want to be having fun because that’s NOT why she was here. She was here because she was a coward. “I’m glad you feel safer, thanks to you I feel safer too though. You’re not the only one.” She said, taking another swig from her whiskey.

“Well, we’re kind of going in the same direction, so it would be silly for us to leave by ourselves now, wouldn’t it?” He smiled at her, hoping he didn’t come across as too pushy. Her company was such a relief for him, especially tonight, and he would like to keep it for as long as possible. “Of course you can call me Vic. It’s better than Theo, who's gotten into an awful habit of calling me Vicky,” he chuckled, “I know you’d never do that.” Not that he really minded anyway, as long as it was not ill-intentioned. Victor was just happy to have some actual friends in the house. It kept him at least somewhat sane.

His brows furrowed when she spoke so poorly of herself, that definitely wasn’t the Kylie he knew and trusted with his secrets. A lot of questions came to mind, and he had to ask them all at once: “Why would you ever want to punch yourself anyway? What happened? Did you get in trouble?” Victor looked at his friend with concern, trying not to just imagine upsetting scenarios himself. The alcohol wasn’t doing much to calm down his imagination, though. “Look if you need me, I’m here. Whatever it is.“

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theodore-quinn:

Eyes widening at the short laugh, Theo panicked hoping their act wouldn’t slip because that would be more embarrassing that what they were doing now. As soon as Victor caught back on he relaxed, turning back into this crazed bitch alter ego of himself. “It’s not my fault that your wife is a weak fuck? Said so yourself, you prefer my twink-ass.” Theo snarled, eyes clearly amused behind the facade. “I’m creating the scene?! You’re the one creating a scene! Don’t bring repayments into this you asshole, you don’t own me. This fucked up relationship isn’t a grace! You were much hotter in Vegas.” He banged the table. “Where the fuck is this waiter?!”

“You were much hotter in Vegas too, you’re so... controlling now. This is why I drink, Victor, and now I can’t even choose my own wine!” The real Victor’s voice was now officially too loud for the men’s own good, but he was just getting too carried away with the drama of it all. He stilled for a moment, appearing deceptively calm before letting out a loud, dramatic sigh. The show was still on, “Alright, look. Let’s just order and have the food delivered to our room. Maybe you can get the waiter to come as well, so you can fuck him too.”

Platonically, duhhh | Vic & Theo