#maggie kennedy

[shanehughcs]

location: lincoln park

status: closed for @maggiekennedy

Shane was enjoying a nice, cold drink at the park as he wound down from what had been a pretty strenuous entrance into wedding season. As a florist, his biggest sales were always made during the summer months as people planned for their weddings. And the beginning of summer, when everyone was scrambling to book a florist always took it out of him. He'd fielded what felt like hundreds of calls and emails, requesting his availability, brainstormed with at least 15 different brides to be, and interviewed at least 10 different prospective seasonal employees. It had been a lot and all he wanted, was to enjoy the beginnings of a summer night with a casual stroll through the park to wind down.

Said nice, relaxing walk was interrupted as he spotted a very drunk, and slightly belligerent, individual making a beeline for a blonde woman sitting on one of the benches, reading her phone. Shane paused to observe for a moment, see if maybe the blonde woman recognized the individual. But when it became clear that she didn't, and she really didn't want to interact with them, Shane rolled his eyes, deciding to step in. "Ah, there you are!" he called as he approached the bench, a friendly smile that he hoped said 'just go with it' on his face. "I've been looking all over for you! When we said we'd meet at the park bench, I guess I should have specified which one." With a chuckle and shake of his head, Shane glanced pointedly at the drunk individual, widening his eyes for a split second, so he hoped the blonde could tell he was trying to offer her an escape, before extending his arm for her to take if she wanted. "Shall we head off for our walk?"

[divxrgentx]

Maggie watched as he moved further into her beach house, silence filling the air except for the sound of his shoes squeaking on the hardwood floors beneath him. She could tell from the moment that she opened the door that something was off, but this was beginning to scare her. The way he moved and gripped his dripping coat between his hands, lest her feeling as if he was unable to hold his composure. This wasn't a social call by any means, something was seriously wrong. "Rhys," she said his name, voice soft, before asking him again, "What is going on?" But the words that came from his lips were far from what she was expecting. Her eyes widened, but she remained silent. What was she supposed to say to that? There was no way. Or, maybe there was. In this town, anything was possible. His next statement gave way for her to assist in some way. Her feet quickly carried her toward her liquor cabinet, ignoring the wine bottle on her counter. They would need something much stronger than that for this situation. She pulled open the cabinet, well stocked and barely touched, and fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle of bourbon. She pulled it from the cabinet and grabbed two glasses, placing them both on the island in her kitchen. Two glasses were poured and she slid one over to him, offering him not only a drink but the space to talk. "Tell me why you think that. What happened? Did someone give you some sort of information? Did you see something?"

He all but stumbled through the door once Maggie had opened it wider, the warmth of her home a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. Rhys shook his wet jacket from his shoulders, bunching it into his fist as he paced back and forth for a silent moment. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every movement, waiting for an answer from him. But his mind was still scrambled, still trying to wrap his head around what he had heard, and what it could mean. He wasn't sure if it would change everything, or nothing at all...

"I think my father may have been murdered." Rhys blurted out, rather breathlessly as if he had been holding the words in. Truthfully, he didn't feel much better once he had confessed, his eyes wide and seeking hers for some kind of solution. "Have you got any alcohol?" of course she did, he could see a half empty bottle in the kitchen from the corner of his eye. But he needed Maggie to offer for him to stay, for them to drink and talk, and drink. Fuck, Rhys needed a drink.

[bnnuyko]

If there was ANYONE I’d like to see play an RE character, it’s Lauren Cohan as Jill Valentine

YOU CAN’T TELL ME SHES NOT THE IDEAL JILL?!1!1

[rheeblogs]

★ — ON THE ROCKS

★ — pairing : maggie rhee x fem!reader

★ — being a bartender had it’s good days, and it’s bad days too. but one of your regulars always seemed to turn your night around—and turn you on.

★ — warnings : alcohol consumption, sexual content, bartender reader, men

🔖 : @thaatdigitaldiary @rosemariiaa

the nights were quieter than they used to be. the sound of a jukebox playing old country songs filled the bar as you wiped down the counter, stealing a glance at the regular perched at the far end. maggie rhee. she wasn't a loud drinker, nor was she particularly outgoing with the other patrons, but she had a way of commanding the room with just her presence.

and then there was her smile—sharp, teasing, and unmistakably directed at you.

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"y'know," maggie drawled as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass, her eyes pinned on you, "if i didn't know better, i'd think you were ignoring me."

you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the grin tugging at your lips. "i'm working, maggie. some of us have to make a living."

"oh i don't doubt it," she said, leaning over the counter just enough to close the distance. her voice dropped, soft and low. "but don't think i didn't notice your eyes trailin' every now nd' then. it's cute."

your cheeks flushed, but you played it cool. "must be my bartender instincts, keepin' an eye on all my customers."

maggie's smirk widened as she moved a strand of hair out of her face. "mmm. is that what you're callin' it?"

you couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped you. maggie had been coming here for weeks, and every time, her flirtation grew bolder. part of you loved the attention; the other part worried about what she was trying to get out of it.

"well," you said, sliding another pour of whiskey, "if you're gonna keep me on my toes, at least tip well."

"oh, darlin', i always pay what's due," she murmured, the double meaning lingering in the air between you.

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it wasn't always easy working at the bar, especially when the crowd got rowdy. tonight, you were dealing with just that. a group of men had stumbled in, drunk and loud, and one of them, in particular, had taken a keen interest in you.

"hey, sweetheart," the man slurred, leaning over the counter. "why don't you let me take you outta' here, huh? bet you'd look real good on my arm."

you stiffened, forcing a polite but firm smile. "not interested, buddy. just here to pour drinks nd' get my check."

"oh, come on," he pressed, his tone turning darker. "don't be like that."

before you could respond, maggie's voice cut through the din like a blade.

"she said she wasn’t interested, right?" maggie said, her southern drawl carrying an edge that made the man pause.

the drunk turned to her, clearly sizing her up. "and who the hell are you?"

maggie stood, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp and dangerous. "someone who doesn't take kindly to men who can't take no for an answer."

the man laughed, but it was uneasy. "you got a problem?"

"yeah," maggie replied, stepping closer, her hand resting casually on the hilt of her knife. "my problem is you. now, i'd appreciate if you'd apologize to her, nd' go about your night."

the room went quiet, all eyes on the confrontation. the man, clearly was outmatched, raised his hands in mock surrender. "fine, fine. didn't mean no harm."

"good," maggie said, her tone final. she watched him retreat back to his table before turning to you. "you alright, darlin'?"

you nodded, your heart pounding. "thanks for that."

"anytime," she said, her voice softening. "but next time, don't wait for me. you've got more fight in you than you think.”

----

the night had finally slowed down, and maggie was still sitting at her usual, nursing her drink. the two of you had exchanged glances all night, the tension building to an almost unbearable degree.

you were wiping down the counter when she stood and made her way toward you, her eyes locked on yours. "you got a minute?"

you nodded, swallowing hard as she led you to the back hallway where the restrooms were.

the second the door closed, she was on you. her lips crashed against yours, and you gasped, gripping her jacket to steady yourself. she pulled back enough just enough to murmur, "been wantin' to do that for weeks."

your breath hitched. "you don't waste time, do you?"

she grinned, her hands sliding to your waist. "when it comes to you, no, i don't."

her lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss deepened, all-consuming and hungry. the bathroom was small, but neither of you seemed to care as she backed you against the wall, her hands exploring with a mix of confidence and restraint.

"tell me to stop, darlin'," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her forehead resting against yours.

you shook your head, your hands tangling in her hair. "never."

she gives your hips a squeeze, starting to grind you against her. you can feel the roughness of her fingertips gliding across your bare thigh, the lowrise jeans under your apron discarded on the tile of the bathroom floor.

you were left in soaked panties and the black fitted shirt you were required to wear for work, the low cut vline leaving almost too much to maggie’s imagination, the thoughts of bending you over, pressing you against the hardwood of the bar counter, and absolutely taking in your body, swarming her mind.

you whimper at her touch, making a light switch in maggie’s mind. she slithers a hand down to the bottom of your shirt, and swiftly pulls it over your head. your hair falls back into place, as she snakes her hand down your stomach.

“look at you…” maggie says, as her fingers work their way to your panties, moving them to the side slightly. “you’re soaked, honey.”

“maggie, please.” you managed to moan, as her rough hands circled your clit. she was gentle, and she took her sweet time with you.

“please, what? huh honey?” she teased, curling her fingers inside you, catching you off guard completely. “got you all worked up, yeah?” she says, letting out a low laugh.

“fuck, maggie—,” her fingers are deep. you’d never been this wet for many people before, but the way maggie carried herself, the confidence and edge in her persona, the way she took down walkers with ease, and most of all, the way she looked at you. like she needed you.

just you.

“buryin’ my fingers in this pussy, yeah, baby?” she was pumping her digits in and out of you with ease, the slick slowly leaving you, making things so much easier for her to take control.

“i’m so close, maggie—so fuckin’ close.” she speeds up, her pace overstimulating you. the sly grin on her face appears when she realizes how fucked up you are, because of her. she wanted you all to herself.

“you wanna cum, don’t you, darlin’?” she says, getting close to your ear to mess you up more than she already has.

“please…” you cried out, feeling that warm sensation slowly overriding your stomach, signaling you were bound to snap soon.

“such a good girl, baby,” her praise made you whimper, the way she made you feel, complimenting your ever move made your knees damn near give out.

“all over my fingers, honey. let it all out for me.” and with that, moans spill from your lips, the attempt to catch your breath being incredibly difficult.

“fuck…you make me crazy, honey.” maggie said, looking down at the mouth watering sight, the substance adorn on her palms and fingers—all from you. she takes her hand in her mouth, cleaning up the mess you made.

[of-fear-and-love]

Maggie Smith in Death on the Nile (1978)

[nancydrewmermaid]

What/who is your favorite TV/Movie Portrayal of Nancy Drew?

[edietrent]

like or reblog if you save.

[missingchuu]

if my fav fictional characters were real, we would switch positions faster than mathematicians creating new formulas

[krispyweiss]

Contrivance Overflows in All-star “Not Fade Away”

- Kennedy Center Fetes Grateful Dead with Cheese and Cornballs

Egad.

Dave Matthews, Susan Tedeschi, Derek Trucks, Sturgill Simpson, Grahame Lesh and others brought cheese-wrapped cornballs to the Kennedy Center Honors where the Grateful Dead were among the Class of 2024 and the all-star pickup band played “Not Fade Away” for the honorees.

Matthews sings lead; Leon Bridges and Maggie Rogers - who also sullied “Friend of the Devil” - sing backgrounds.

Trucks plays lead.

And while the players did their jobs in front of a too-neat VW bus in front of which two, too-straight Dead Heads danced, the whole thing was so contrived as to be the antithesis of all things the Dead did.

Egad.

12/27/24

[fappertwo]

New-2-Me Margaret. (Barney Fife delivers again)

[camilamoreno]

TO: @maggiekennedy

"You know -- as my best friend, I'd like to know why you didn't try to stop me when I told you I was going to have a baby." Cami groaned as she entered Maggie's living-room, and plopped down onto her couch. "Children are little demon people." Camila absolutely loved her daughter, every part of her, but good God, she was convinced some days that that little girl hated her. "Do you know what this child said to me today?" She asked, "She asked me when I was going to give her her sister. And I said, not anytime soon, baby. I'm sorry -- and this little girl looked me dead in the eye and said, 'wait, she's not in your tummy right now?' And when I told her no, she asked me why my tummy was so big...." Camila stared at her best friend, "Bloated, I'm bloated, I got my period. But you know, always nice to hear your child call you fat at 8 in the morning." She forced a smile, "I got a child for sell."

[theonlyadawong]

alt outfits for claire, ada, and leon

[rheeblogs]

hello all!! this will no longer be the account i post on.

@maggiesglock is my new account!!! i will only be posting on there, my old works will still be on here, but nothing more.

i will still look at the notes on here occasionally, but interact with my other blog b/c that’s where i’ll be!

[thezombiegeekinthehawaiianshirt]

[brian-in-finance]

Twitter 📚 Event Info 🎟️ Tickets

Trespasses

Set in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, a shattering novel about a young woman caught between allegiance to community and a dangerous passion.

Amid daily reports of violence, Cushla lives a quiet life with her mother in a small town near Belfast. By day she teaches at a parochial school; at night she fills in at her family's pub. There she meets Michael Agnew, a barrister who's made a name for himself defending IRA members. Against her better judgment - Michael is not only Protestant but older, and married - Cushla lets herself get drawn in by him and his sophisticated world, and an affair ignites. Then the father of a student is savagely beaten, setting in motion a chain reaction that will threaten everything, and everyone, Cushla most wants to protect.

As tender as it is unflinching, Trespasses is a heart-pounding, heart-rending drama of thwarted love and irreconcilable loyalties, in a place what you come from seems to count more than what you do, or whom you cherish.

Goodreads

Remember when we learned we may hear an accent much like Ma’s on 24 May when Caitríona reads from Trespasses? ☘️

[ruhixmarathe]

WITH: @maggiekennedy LOCATION: the cozy cup

While far from an avid coffee drinker, there were days that even the wedding planner could use the extra dose of caffeine to keep up with the days leading up to the big event. There were a few last minute details that were falling out of place while she managed not only the wedding that was coming up but another event that she’d agreed to help her father with. An open house in which their usual planner had double booked herself. Ruhi was happy to step in of course but it meant that a strong cup of coffee was needed to ward off the drowsiness. With a bright smile to the barista that made her order, she grabbed a drink she assumed was hers. Yet the chicken scratch would indicate that it was for a Maggie, not Ruhi. As she turned, phone in hand, she nearly bumped into the rightful owner of the drink, looking up with a startle before breaking into a soft smile. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”