#kennydavis

[phoebeyates-archive]

○ location: the sugar shack ○ status: closed for @kennydavis

Phoebe wished she could handle her stress in better ways than mass buying Nerd's Rope, wondering briefly what she'd ever do without the candy store in times of need. There were other stores, sure, but none with such a selection, or space enough to let her wander as she silently bemoaned about all of her struggles. Like figuring out her feelings for Foster, and spending the last week avoiding him like an oh-so mature adult. She had just swiped up a handful of the gummy candy when noticed a woman on the other end of the aisle glancing her way.

“I know what it looks like,” Phoebe decided to make the assumption that the blonde was staring at what was in her hands rather than at her generally. “Though most people lie to me and tell me they’ve seen weirder."

[atlaswilliams]

location — the shelter, downtown

character — @kennydavis

A busy work schedule between the two of them meant that they'd barely had any time for one another. Rather than pushing on the subject, he'd stopped by two of her favorite spots, one for food, the other for sweets. It took a balancing game to get it all inside in one go, but with no hands available to open her office door, he gave a gentle tap with his foot and waited for it to swing open before he started to speak. "I know that showing up without warning means I'm running the risk of you being too busy, but I brought food and I was hoping we could have lunch and then maybe you could give me an official tour of this place? It's been awhile since I've been around and I wanna see what you've been hard at work doing."

[cjwelford-archive]

CJ: kenny kenny kenny CJ: heyyyy its ya boi cjjj 😎 CJ: idk wot ur doin with like wedding shit (congrats btw and 4 the other thing! 👶) but i hope u let atlas have like the sickest bachelor party i have plans!🥳🥳🍾🍹🕺🤑🤑

@kennydavis

[syweston]

— characters: silas & kenny — setting: late saturday morning at the farmer's market — partner: @kennydavis

When Silas was home, in-town for a stretch of time, he liked to show some support for his baby sister at the market where she had a stall to sell her handmade leather goods. Clara had always been good at her craft but as the years ticked on she'd become nothing shy of a true artist. It was actually difficult for her to keep items in stock with online sales being a huge part of her buying base.

After a while, chatting and catching up with Clara, unintentionally using hs presence to help draw attention to her booth, he got a little restless and began to wander. Not without a fruit slushy he'd bought in hand to sip from as he mosied around. A familiar blonde head moving about caught his attention and it wasn't long before he was moving at her side.

"You weren't even gonna try an' come say 'hello' were you," the cowboy lightheartedly accused. A smirk hung on his lips as his earthy gaze moved about the scene while they walked. "Can't do that to a man's heart, Ken."

[freddiefkncrane]

closed for @kennydavis​

location: Crane Distillery

Freddie was thankful for seeing another Christmas come and go. One more iteration of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and he might have lost his mind. While New Years wasn’t going to be anymore peaceful, at least he could make the most of the festivities without having to child-proof anything. Crane business weighed heavily on his mind as he waited impatiently on Nathan to decide how they would handle Khalil. He was somewhat distracted, circulating the ice inside of his whiskey glass, as a beautiful blonde drew near.   

[bennett-miller]

location: atlas & kennedy’s place

character: @kennydavis​​​

After hearing about what had happened at the shelter, he’d tried to reach out a few times through texts, but the blonde hadn’t answered. After the fourth unread text message, he’d taken it upon himself to pay her a visit. According to Alicia, the home was somewhere near the wolf rescue out in Bighorn Hills. With the help of his GPS getting him there, he spotted her car parked in the driveway that branched off the gravel road. Carefully, he turned in and prepared himself for the worst. A few moments later, he was knocking and when the door swung open, he breathed a sigh of relief. “I know you probably don’t want to hear from anyone right now, but you know me. I’m a worrier and you weren’t answering my texts. Are you okay?”

[ingridlczano]

location: farm to fork starter for: @kennydavis​

With a busy schedule for the day, Ingrid thought about grabbing lunch early so she wouldn’t have to work on an empty stomach. Having to provide excellent customer support service while starving didn’t help her the other day, and made the already long hours torturous enough. To her disappointment, she didn’t get to fix the kitchen back in the trailer yet, so that meant she’d have to eat something before getting to work and farm to fork felt as the best place to stop by, considering it was so close to home. Stepping into the small restaurant, the brunette looked around for a table, surprised to see people already sitting comfortably. “You must be kidding me.” she muttered under her breath, before noticing an empty table in the corner. Walking toward it, green hues fell upon the bag on the chair, causing her to sigh. “Seriously?” 

[atlaswilliams]

location — hotel in denver

character — @kennydavis

A night away. It was all they needed. A break from their careers and the pressure of the outside world. The hotel they'd picked had been perfect for their night's venture of hopping from bar to bar, tasting the specials before moving onto the next. Dinner had been at an upscale hibachi grill, a place far too nice for a man like him, but with his tailored button up intact and the booze staining his lips, he'd enjoyed himself. Of course, free dessert was offered to the table with the restaurant-wide announcement of their engagement and when it came time to pay the bill, he'd learned that it had been covered too.

After the excitement of the night, they'd opted to return to the comfort of their hotel room for the night. It was far more luxurious than anything he'd stayed in before; the tub being big enough for the two of them, the sheets being the softest he'd ever known, and the iced bottle of champagne that sat on the counter was a reminder of the kind of money they'd dropped for a single night away.

While the blonde shed her dress in exchange for something more comfortable, the male sent out two quick texts to check-in on his children before he sat up and blew out a harsh breath of whiskey-stained air. "You think we should crack open this champagne in here or what? I'm still dressed. I can run down and pop it outside? I mean, might as well drink it, right? Gift to the newly engaged couple," he grinned, the words having been said so many times during their night together.