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gracieheartspedro · 1 year ago

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I Can See You

PART 3 is HERE!

joel miller x fem! reader

Hi lovers! Sorry this took so long, life got busy and ADHD is a bitch. But here it is! My next post will probably be a different drabble/one-shot. If you have any requests, PLEASE hit me up! I am open to a bunch of different ideas!

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ pleaseeee, DBF! Joel, age gap-ish (the reader is 25, Joel is 39), joel is a bad cook, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, tons of dirty talk.

Outline: She gets invited over for dinner and a movie night? Just a movie, huh?

PART 1 PART 2

“So Joel told me he’s coming over today,” Dad says from across the dining room table as I eat my breakfast, “With Sarah?”

I stop and chew slower, trying to hold back a smirk.

Ever since we fucked in the conference room, I’ve been texting Joel every day. Sometimes it was naughty sexts and other times it was him asking how my day was going and what my weekend plans were.

A couple of days ago, he called me instead of texting, which was odd. He asked if Sarah could come swim in our pool because she wouldn’t stop asking about it.

So I agreed, telling him that Saturdays were the best day for me. I also told him he had to be around just in case anything happened and I wouldn't be 100% liable for Sarah’s well-being.

“Yeah, I told her she could come over and swim in the pool. She wanted to practice her backstroke.”

He smiles, “Nice for you to have her over, but are you okay with it just being y’all? I can stay home from this conference so I can entertain Joel.”

I shake my head quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly.

“No dad, it’s fine,” I take a sip of orange juice, “They will only be here for the afternoon. It’s not worth you missing two days in Houston. You need to go.”

He takes my word for it and hurries to finish his breakfast. He should’ve left at 6am, but here we are at 10 and he’s still not left. I texted Joel under the table as soon as he took his plate to the sink.

Pops is still here. You and Sarah are welcome as soon as he leaves.

I bring my half-finished eggs to the trash, scooping them into bin.

“Do you need me to leave my credit card?”

I shake my head, “No, it’s fine. Joel is buying us pizza in return of allowing Sarah to use our pool.”

“You better not have told him we needed something in return of using the goddamn pool,” Dad fusses, “He is always welcome to it. God knows you hardly use it.”

I roll your eyes, “No, I didn’t say that to him.”

I actually told him that he could bend me over the kitchen counter in return for using the pool.

I feel my phone buzz.

From: Joel Miller

Can’t wait to see you, baby.

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Dad left, and not even an hour later, Joel pulled up with Sarah in his truck. He was sporting some black swim trunks and gray t-shirt. Sarah giddily got out of the truck, sporting a pink one piece and flip flops. She hurried to the door, where she found me sporting the skimpiest bikini I owned.

It was a red triangle bikini top and the cheekiest bottoms in my collection. Something very casual.

Sarah gave me a warm smile, racing into the house and to the back sliding doors. It’s like she knew exactly where to go. Joel took his time grabbing their stuff. I lean against the door frame, taking him in.

As soon as his eyes met mine, his eyes quickly averted down my body. He creeps closer, slinging his towel over his shoulder.

“Evil,” He mutters walking pass me, “You can’t be doin’ this around Sarah.”

I smile, shutting the door behind him. He looms over me and I get a whiff of sunscreen.

“Doing what?” I ask innocently.

He glances into the back yard where Sarah is already getting ready to jump into the pool. He’s making sure she’s not watching.

His arm wraps around my waist, grabbing onto my bare ass. I feel very small when I look up at him. His brown eyes bore into mine.

“You sure are lucky that my Sarah is here, because if she wasn’t,” He pauses, “I’d take you right in front of the window here.”

He gestures to the window right by the front door.

“But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Show the neighborhood who’s pussy this is.”

His hand rests right above the hem of my bottoms. I bite my lip. He knows what to say to make my brain melt and my words jumble together. But it’s a game.

I needed the chase, it made everything with Joel so much more satisfying and dangerous.

I contemplate for a moment, before grabbing his chin gingerly.

“Why don’t you order those pizzas, babe?”

“Look at this dive, Dad!”

I prop myself up on my lounger chair, watching Sarah dive into the deep end. Joel is meandering around the pool, his skin so beautifully touched by the sun. His tan was deep and seeing it glisten with the water all over his body, was just icing on the cake.

“Very nice, baby,” He glances my way, noticing I’ve finally risen from my spot. After stuffing myself with pizza, I knew I had to lay out and let my bloated stomach go back to normal.

I watch him rise from the water, using the steps to make his way over to me. The weight of the water drags his shorts a bit lower and seeing his toned tummy was a sight to behold.

I look around him to see Sarah swimming laps, making sure she was occupied. He plops down next to me in the other lounger, grabbing his aviator suns from the table between us.

“What’s your plans while your dad is gone?” He questions, propping his sunglasses on his nose.

I shrug, leaning towards him to whisper, “Thinkin’ I’ll go across the street and fuck that hot MILF everyone won’t stop talkin’ about.”

He shakes his head, “That poor lady has a name, ya know?”

“It’s like Susan, isn’t it?”

“Lauren.”

I groan, “She even has a hot girl name! God damn!”

He chuckles, “No but seriously, what are you doin’?”

I look over to make sure Sarah couldn’t hear me. I watch her dive into the water again, “No plans. Just hangin’ around.”

He nods, laying back onto the chair, “Why don’t you come over tonight?”

My stomach drops. He asks it so nonchalantly.

“When Sarah is home?”

“She’s going to her grandparents tonight. They are takin’ her to some baseball game.”

So we get to be alone?

“Oh, okay,” I thought for a moment, “So you want me to come over and do what?”

“I don’t know,” He mumbles, “We can watch a movie. I’ll cook.”

If you would’ve asked me a month ago, I never once would have imagined a moment where Joel Miller would even give me the time of day. Now he’s asking to hangout with me outside of work? Spend time with just me? It seemed out of the realm of possibilities.

But I love that the offer stands.

“Sure, I’d love to,” I pause, “As long as the cooking is good. If not, we are ordering out again.”

“Hey,” He grumbles, “Fuck you, I’m an excellent cook.”

It’s like Sarah got superhuman hearing all of a sudden because she quips up.

“Don’t believe him! He burns eggs every morning!”

“Hey, you eat them anyway!”

I arrive to the Miller’s around 7PM. I decided to walk again, trying not to tip off any of the neighbors leaving my car parked beside Joel’s truck. I decide for a black hoodie, jean shorts, and Converse. I didn’t bring a bag of things because technically, Joel didn’t say this was a sleepover. I am running on the assumption I am leaving after our… movie night?

I knock quickly, glancing back and forth between Joel’s neighbors. Both are pretty familiar with my dad, so I knew if I was spotted, they would rat me out.

Joel swings the door open, this time, fully clothed. A casual outfit for Joel, jeans and a light grey t-shirt.

“Come on in,” He mumbles, “Did you drive?”

I shake my head, “No. Walked. I took shortcuts, too.”

He grabs me quickly, pulling me inside. He glances around outside, making sure no one is outside.

“I already had Mrs. Adler askin’ why I took Sarah over to your house today,” He says, shutting the door, “Hate when people are in my business.”

“What did you tell her?”

He smirks, “That I was fuckin’ my bosses’ daughter.”

My cheeks get hot.

“Nah, just that you were givin’ Sarah time in your pool to practice her swimmin’. She stopped with the questions after that.”

I smack his chest, bringing down my hood. I take off my hoodie eventually, sporting a simple white tank top underneath. I toe off my shoes, propping them up by the door.

“We fucked once, so technically we aren’t fuckin’,” I tease, “Unless…”

He starts his way to the kitchen ignoring me.

“You hungry?”

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Joel was a bad cook, but I wasn’t going to come in with judgment when it’s a free meal and he made it just for me.

He stares me down from across his small dining room table, waiting for me to say something. We sit in silence for most of the meal. Not uncomfortable silence, just too in our own heads, I guess. I eat the last of my burnt brussel sprouts, trying not to let him read my mind like he usually does.

“You hate it don’t ya?”

I take one more bite, “I’m not a chef by any means either, Joel.”

He laughs, “That’s a good way to put it, little one.”

The nickname makes every hair on my legs stand up. He notices my demeanor change. He stands up, collecting our plates and brings them to the sink. I stand up to begin to help him, but he has other ideas. He stands over me as soon as I get up, his dark brown eyes raking me up and down. He reaches up to my biceps, running his warm hands up and down them.

“You like it when I call you that?”

“What?” I croak out. I knew what he was talking about, but for some reason I wanted him to keep saying it.

“Little one,” He whispers, “My little one.”

I swallow hard, “Y-yeah.”

“Gets you all riled up? Makes you think of the first time my face was between your thighs?”

I close my eyes, letting his hand start to run down my face, to my jawline, to my collarbones. I take in his scent. Amberwood, aftershave, and maybe a bit of cigar? It was intoxicating, his scent.

“J-Joel,” is all I can mutter, “P-Please.”

I open my eyes finally, seeing him smirk, “What baby? What do you want?”

“Do it again,” I mumble, “I want you to do that again.”

His hand travels down to my waist, and with one arm, he hoists me up to the kitchen counter. My jean shorts ride up even more as he positions himself between my legs.

“I need more than that, little one,” He says, “What exactly are you talkin’ about?”

He was going to make me lay it all out for him. I don’t know why I felt shy again, like I couldn’t say what I needed from him.

Like before, he looks so tall and big standing over me. His hands feel so strong and his arms so toned. I wanted to jump his bones watching him at the pool earlier, watching him be at ease with no shirt on. His confident stride and stature was so attractive.

“Speak up,” He demands, “Need you to say it.”

“I need you,” I drag it out, “I need you to eat me out.”

He starts hooking his fingers through my belt loops, lifting me out of my shorts, “What else?”

My mind goes blank for a second.

“Fuck me?”

“No please?” he taunts.

“P-Please Joel,” I mutter, “Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckles lowly, “Oh I fuckin’ will.”

He doesn’t waste time completely tearing my thong off my body. I lean back, my head resting against the cabinets. The thong gets tossed across the room, now useless after being torn in two.

He reaches up to bring my head forward, crashing our lips together. Our tongues battle instantly, both of us wanting to be dominant. He was so forceful, but it was everything I needed to be more sure in myself. I reach up, lacing my hands in his hair.

He pulls away, his breathing fanning my already hot face, “You gonna be good for me, baby? Use those manners?”

“Of course,” I moan, “P-Please do something.”

He takes off his shirt, his muscles highlighted differently in the low lit kitchen. I couldn’t help but stare as he gets on his knees, his face eye level with my pussy.

God, I could never get over this view.

He presses forward, giving my inner thighs kisses and small little love bites.

He hooks both legs over his shoulders and dives in. He doesn’t start slow, oh no, he goes full starving-man-mode. He starts using his tongue to write the alphabet up and down my slit. When he finds my clit, he wraps his lips around and sucks.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, “Don’t stop!”

He breaks away, only to put his index and middle finger into his mouth. He watches me as he traces my slit with his fingers, smiling as he sinks them into my hole. When he’s satisfied with my reaction, he finds his way back to my clit.

Between his fingers fucking me and his mouth working magic on my bud, I scream out not able to contain the build up I feel in my stomach. He only increases his speed, the wet lapping sounds only causing me to burst.

He fucks me through it, as I moan his name over and over again.

He pulls his fingers out of me, and stands up from his spot. My ass stays half on the counter and half falling off. I am basically only propped up by his leg.

“Now that I got one out of you, little one,” He suggests, “’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

I was so fucked out of my mind, I’m like jelly in his hands. He shimmies his pants off, his boxers tented by how hard he was. I just smile at the affect I had on him.

“You okay to stand?”

I giggle, “I don’t think so, sir.”

As soon as I say it, I don’t have to worry about standing anymore. He reaches for my waist and repositions me on the counter. I stare down between us, his hard cock rubs my sensitive slit.

“You’re so pretty, little one,” I hear him in my daze, but before I can respond, he eases himself into me. I moan out due to the glorious stretch, letting him get fully sheathed inside me. Instead of keeping me on the counter, he hooks his arms under my knees and lifts me up. In my shock, I wrap my arms around him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck.

He sets a brutal pace, not paying much mind to my groans. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable, it was just so much.

My mind goes back to what he said, which only gets me more riled up.

“God, I’m so full,” I moan into his ear, “You’re so good to me.”

I can feel his smile, “Better than you’ll ever have, baby.”

“You’re all I want,” I say absentmindedly, “I’m all yours.”

He props me back on the counter, pulling out of me briefly. He is throwing me around almost like a ragdoll. He lifts me up and spins me so I’m facing away from him. He moves my arms, so I can actually prop myself up on the counter. He lines back up, pushing himself back inside me. From this position, he somehow hits me in different places. He readjusts my body before settling back into a faster pace. With his right hand on my covered tit, his left hand reaches up to my throat. The sounds of slapping are so overstimulating in the best way possible. I couldn’t get enough.

“All,” Thrust, “Fucking,” Thrust, “Mine.”

I feel the warmth in my stomach again. It had to be the mixture of him calling me his and the fact that his dick was hitting me in just the right spot. As soon as I hit my tipping point, it’s like he could tell because he slows down, his hand traveling down to my clit again. I fall over the edge, my eyes rolling back into my head as I moan out his name. My entire body is tense until it’s not. I fall forward, but before my head catches the edge of the counter, he holds me up against him.

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” he groans, still fucking into me, “Want me inside?”

“Cum inside me, Joel,” I beg, hardly able to project my voice.

I’m at his mercy, as he spills inside of me all the while telling me what I good girl I am. I finally find my footing, as he slips his cock out of me, letting his cum drip down my legs. He releases my body, walking away from me for a moment. I try to get ahold of my bearings, but all I can think is how I never want to stop doing this. I want more.

I need more.

“Here, turn to me baby,” He mumbles. I turn around noting the damp rag he has. He gets on one knee, using the rag to clean up his cum off my legs. I’m still very sensitive, so when he gets close to my mound, I jolt. It makes him giggle.

Post-orgasm clarity started to hit me. I watch him stand up and lay the rag in the kitchen sink next to our plates. He was so fucking beautiful, his body glistening with sweat. He had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You okay?”

I wet my lips, “I think I need you to fuck me every day.”

His beautiful smile reappears, “Is that so?”

I nod quickly, “Yes, sir.”

He creeps closer to me, his hand lacing around my waist again.

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” He leans down and kisses my shoulder blade, “Now, which movie should we watch?”

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darlingian · 6 months ago

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🪐⚡weekly tag wednesday⚡🪐

✨ it's that time again!! lets answer some really random questions for fun ✨

thank you @deedala @energievie @mybrainismelted for thinking of lil old me

name: c h a n i

age: I was born when Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" was top of the charts.

astrological sign: A goat.

upon which continent do you reside: Turtle Island.

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whats your favorite flavor of gum? Peach Extra. It was discontinued like 15 years ago but I still think it's the best.

whats the last movie you watched? Jane Eyre 2011. I won't go into how often I watch that movie.

what was your worst subject in high school? Math. Lordy lordy, math just would not click for me no matter how hard I tried.

whats the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? I worked in a call centre for two days. They literally told me when I showed up on day two that they were impressed I'd come back because apparently most new hires don't even last one full day. IT WAS SO AWFUL.

whats your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? I love funnel cake and those huge things of lemonade where they put whole lemons in there. I love most rides except wooden roller coasters. I rode one of the wooden coasters (Mine Buster specifically) at Canada's Wonderland and it rattled my brain so hard I was convinced I was gonna die.

what condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? I'll take an Oktoberfest sausage with Oktoberfest mustard, diced onions, and sauerkraut. (You can take the girl out of Kitchener but you can't take Kitchener out of the girl.)

cincinnati chili, thoughts? I have no idea what that is. (Hold on while I Google it.) So it's chili on top of pasta with cheese and onions? Sounds good to me? Lol it honestly sounds like something I'd have been served as a kid growing up poor.

do you sleep with a plushie? I don't because until super recently I wouldn't let myself enjoy stuffies? I felt like as an adult I wasn't allowed. But that's stupid. lol

how do you feel about thunderstorms? Looooooooove them. They remind me of the sound of rain on aluminum roofs at camp, counting between thunder and lightning as a kid to know how far away it was, Having the power go out and reading by candlelight, the way everything smells when the rain dies down. I just love them.

what's the last animal you touched? one of my cats when I served them their breakfast! Not sure which one I touched last but I usually give them little good kitty pets as they dig in.

grab the nearest item with words on it that ISNT a book and tell me the final word: "Bitch" hehehehe It's my laptop and the sticker closest to me says "Liking what I like don't make me a bitch"

have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before its due? I'm gonna be real with you and say that I don't think I turned in a single assignment in highschool on time.

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#weekly tag wednesday

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padfootscoldleathers · 2 months ago

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i'll leave (a light on) ch.3

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3, ch.4, ch.5

The drive from where they'd just performed in Houston at NRG Stadium up to SoFi Stadium in San Diego was going to be a good twenty four hours of highways, concrete and boredom. Or maybe not. He had a gut feeling Mary wanted to talk about something. While Sirius' gut is not typically one to rely on, like that time he once smushed a sandwich with oily meats into a toaster thinking it was a good idea and had a very small, very eco-friendly house fire on his hands. Probably not thinking.

Not the current point though. The point is he's bored, which means he has The Munchies, in short he has to get someone to ask Kingsley to stop for breakfast. Point being he has to enter the dragon's nest.

Sirius carefully untangled himself from Mary slipping a pillow to replace his arm under her head. Then he quietly manoeuvres around Marlene's limbs hanging half on the bed with Dorcas and her other half on the floor. Sirius takes a couple steps past and squats down to Peter's bottom bunk. Sirius pokes at his face but Peter doesn't even stir. Then he starts to whisper.

"Hellooo," quiet as possible to not wake Minnie but his patience threshold when he's hangry is abominably low. "Hey!" He grumbles under his breath when Peter doesn't so much as twitch and starts to flick at Pete's chubby cheeks. "Hellooooo," when there's still no reaction Sirius whisper-shouts, "Hello!" accidentally flicking off Peter's hearing aid that he probably forgot to take out last night and scrambles to catch it. When Sirius turns back its to an unimpressed, freshly woken, grumpy Peter and he tries to play it off with an awkward grin. "Heh. Good morning, you lovely ray of sunshi-"

"What d'you want, Black?" he drags out in early morning irritation.

Sirius purses his lips to the side and mumbles, "Could you ask Kingsley to stop for breakfast?" Peter blinks, twice, stupendously at him then turns over and cocoons himself. Sirius drapes himself over Peter with murmurs of 'Please?' and 'I am your best friend.' and 'Don't you love me?'

Peter shoves the covers down from over his face and is immediately met with Sirius' ginormous puppy dog eyes. "And you can't ask him yourself because..?"

"Sometimes when I am bored I'll sit up front with Kingsley and ask him to make stops at gas stations so I can get slushies. He won't make stops for me anymore. Says I'm entitled and wasting valuable road time. Though that might also be because I dropped his slushie last time. In his lap. All irrelevant to my current situation of The Munchies. Pretty please, Blondie?" Sirius blinks in cartoon fashion as if that was helping him get what he wants.

"Mm. Lost your pretty privileges, have you?" Peter rolls out of bed groaning and face plants on the cold hardwood floors. You can see his chest rise with a deep breath before his heavy agonising sigh and mumble of, "I greatly dislike you."

Pete hauls himself up and immediately stumbles over Marlene's extended leg. Once he's stable he kicks her leg a bit muttering about how she sleeps like that american gas station blow up man they saw on their drive into Texas. He walks over her arm and head lying in the middle of the walkway and heads to the front of the bus. Peter opens the door to the driver's area to talk to Kingsley but instead of just saying what he needs Pete gets into the passenger seat.

Sirius face drops because he knows Pettigrew just went back to sleep and he won't be getting breakfast for another half hour. Splendid

★

By the time they park at a diner in some town in the middle of nowhere it's 9:27 and everyone is awake and alive if not dead on their feet. Sirius hops out the bus doors and proceeds to twist and turn his spine in every direction possible to get every satisfying crack. He carries Mary in a flowing yellow sundress on his back to the diner and Marlene speed walks to the doors of the diner with Dorcas in tow.

Sirius lowers her into the booth and once they're seated a waitress passes by to get them started on drinks and take their orders. Their lemonades reach the table and Mary taps Sirius and signals outside. "I want to talk to you about something." she says.

Sirius walks with her joint at the hip out the diner. "Hiccup still bothering you?" Mary looks confused but then he pokes her leg and she gets it. "Hm? Oh, no. Some days are better than others, it doesn't cooperate or it's uncomfortable, it depends. Or sometimes I just don't want to wear the leg. Free will, let the limbs breathe and all that jazz. No, um. I actually had something I wanted you to listen to." He looks sceptical but then she continues,

"Remember Lily Evans?" Mary tells him everything. The rumours, the denial, wednesday night hook-ups, lies, how angry it made her and how hard she'd tried to be it for Lily. That if she'd just been good enough, that she could help Lily through it and they'd work it out. And about how she's finally given up.

She didn't say any of it really, just handed him her headphones. Sirius looks from them to her confused, "I didn't think I'd be able to tell you. Not anything to do with you just that I feel so.. angry. And so worn. I can't even really say why I stuck around so long."

Obviously though, Sirius knew why she'd stuck around Lily Evans. Mary's not lying of course, she obviously can't understand why she stuck to Evans for so long. Why she stayed through all the kicks and punches, yelling and denial, unreliability and fickle love. Sirius sees why though; knows it was because she wanted to prove she could love someone no matter how aggravating it was or how difficult they made it; knows why she wanted to prove it.

He puts on the headphones and hears her familiar voice coming through the speakers. Everything Mary says in the song are axes hacking at his rotting pillars. He leans against the glass window of the diner and slides down till he hits the pavement and Mary follows in a pistol squat. Sirius holds a hand locked over his mouth as tears stream down his face and his lungs scrape themselves raw. The lyrics are rubbing salt in a very fresh wound and he hears Barty's voice echo in his mind

"You let me stay; you let me hurt you."

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself

I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

At the end of her primal scream on the demo, Sirius turns to face Mary who seems apologetic, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He's frozen for a second then drops his hand from his mouth and wraps himself around her tightly, gathering her up in his arms. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," Sirius whispers with his voice hoarse. Mary huffs at him, "Looks like I wasn't much there for you either." She kisses his temple and utters, "I'm sorry. I really do love you, Sirius."

He sniffs and wipes his bleary eyes then wipes her tears too, "I love you more, Marianne,"

"To my credit though, I don't think you're a loser."

"No?"

Sirius stands and pulls her up after. "Nah, 'cause you're just a teenage dirtbag, baby~"

"Wow, okay. Wrap it up prince froggie. Get your pufferfish lips out of my personal space bubble. Your," Mary makes a circle with an open hand in his general direction. "..everything.. is insulting. Anyway, pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

Sirius stops them at the diner's glass door entrance. He slides the headphones down and off his neck, shakes them and asks, "Is that song released yet?" Mary shakes her head. "Then I have a wonderful idea."

She grins.

★

"No."

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eadoughpastriesprovisions · 1 year ago

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foliejpg · 2 months ago

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15, 21, 33, & 44 :)

<3<3

15. favorite movie

cinderella from 1997 with brandy and whitney houston is like the ultimate childhood movie for me otherwise who framed roger rabbit and fried green tomatoes

21. what i love most about myself

urgh idk i think i'm a nice person i like that 😭

33. what words make me feel best about myself

questions like this are so hard for me to answer sometimes lmao uhmmm nice and kind i guess if its like. descriptive words i think i'm amicable

44. a random fact about anything

so much for stardust came out on march 24 which is also the same day that the breakfast club takes place on

tysm<3

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facesblind · 1 year ago

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𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚. 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗡𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘. 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘. 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗬�� 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬 𝗧𝗢 𝗔 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘. parties like this is where she would thrive, if she weren't a plus one to someone like houston in a house full of criminals.

the noise is distant, guests are occupied with activities she would indulge into if her partner wanted. then again, it's unsafe for a sexworker to be that intelligent, and even if she called it luck, houston is too smart for that excuse. especially sober, sipping on non - alcoholic drinks the whole night. on purpose, fate noticed, after she offered to get him whisky or beer. so it wasn't because he was too shy to get it himself.

out of caution, all fate had was a glass of wine, cleverly exchanged to a similar - colored liquid when no one was paying attention. she was to appear normal and relaxed, fun and charming and not on high alert.

a great actress, really, full of polite smiles and flirty gestures akin to those she usually presented at the club. a silly persona of a young, harmless woman thrown into very shady environment; able to keep her mouth shut and secrets in one ear, out the other immediately. a bit dumb but pretty — confidence playing a big part of that as her legs were covered in ugly scars, her body not necessarily fitting current beauty standards.

and yet, she's here, glass of juice in one hand, the other gently placed atop houston's. by now, she knew the gang pretty well. not playing favorites, but... the man beside her was definitely the best choice of all, the core of the group, always tipping well and never forcing her for activities reserved for private rooms with no clothing policy. a silly man, awkward, maybe shy — lonely (to ask a stripper to attend a party like this?) — gentle, rather. nervous, a bit; and so, she entered his personal space to give his hand a light, reassuring squeeze.

❝ i'm here for you, ❞ and not with you, she says, like she genuinely wants to spend time with him. in reality, it's free food and drinks and the possibility of spending the night at his place — having hot water and food in the morning (she already knew she would wake up before him, making breakfast, so she's not thrown away before eating).

brows are furrowed slightly, thumb grazes over the top of houston's hand.

❝ is something the matter, dear? may i do anything so this night doesn't feel as unpleasant? ❞

she's here as a guest, but they're all used to her company in a different way. being in the garage frees her of the duties she was not supposed to perform given the circumstances. then again, playing harmless, tipsy...

oh, what a great night.

continued: from here. @clownfile for houston.

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lemoncrushh · 4 months ago

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Twenty-Nine

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“Please tell me that latte has an extra shot of espresso in it,” Lorelei groaned.

“With almond milk,” I nodded as I laid the Venti sized beverage in front of her.

“You’re a doll,” she breathed a sigh of relief and removed the lid to test the temperature. “Ooh, still hot, too.”

Despite the climbing temperatures outside, the office was freezing in typical Houston fashion. I’d stopped at Starbucks after dropping the girls off at school, knowing my best friend and I could both use some extra caffeine for the long morning we had ahead of us. We had a deadline coming up, and though we had practically finished the manuscript, we still had a lot of our own editing to do before sending it to the actual editing department.

“You want your croissant now, or save it for later?” I asked, holding up the small paper bag.

“Mmm, now,” she said with a gesture of her free hand as she set down her cup with the other.

Handing Lorelei her breakfast, I sat down at the chair across from her desk and pulled out my own hot sandwich, letting the steam rise before biting into it.

“Oh!” Lorelei exclaimed before quickly covering her mouth and swallowing. “Before I forget, it’s Rachel’s birthday tomorrow, so we’re all putting in five dollars for a cake and gift. I went ahead and chipped in for both of us.”

I frowned. “Rachel, the receptionist?”

“Yeah. She’s turning forty, so I thought it would be nice to have a little something.”

“Huh. I didn’t see her when I came in just now.”

Lorelei gave a smirk before taking a sip of her latte. “She’d probably rushed off to the toilet. She hasn’t told me, but I think she’s preggers.”

“At forty?” I asked on impulse.

Lor gave me a much deserved look. “You can still get pregnant at forty, Stace.”

“I know,” I shrugged. “I just…always thought it was kind of risky.”

“Well sure, it can be. But women still do it. My aunt Dinah was forty-four when she had my cousin Lucas. Of course he’s a right twat, but that has nothing to do with it.” She laughed, giving me the eye. “Alright Stacey, what gives?”

I mimicked her gaze. “Nothing. I just kind of figure once you reach a certain age, you’re not even thinking about having babies anymore.”

“That’s an awful thing to say,” Lorelei snapped. “Granted, it’s not Rachel’s first baby, but what if it was? That’s not for you to decide.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then what did you mean?” She pursed her lips, then sat back, crossing her arms across her chest. “Stacey Barnett! Do you have baby fever?”

“Oh God, no!” I gave her a dismissive wave. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lorelei sat up again, resting her elbows on the desk. Then in a hushed tone, she looked me in the eye. “Do you want another baby, Stacey?”

“No!” I argued. “Believe me, that is furthest from my mind.”

“You mean to tell me if Harry...what’s his middle name?”

“Edward,” I chuckled.

“If Harry Edward Styles said ‘Stacey Marie Barnett, I wanna have a baby with you’, you wouldn’t give him one?”

I shook my head as I felt my cheeks turn pink. “Okay, you’ve gone off your rocker first of all. He would never say that. And second, I am way too old to be having babies with a twenty-four-year-old musician.”

“Here we go again,” Lorelei rolled her eyes. “You’re not old, hon. Stop thinking you are.”

“No, I know I’m not old old,” I pressed. “Just...older.”

My friend made a funny sound deep in her throat before brushing the crumbs from her hands. “Right. Since we’re on the subject, catch me up on the Story of Styles.”

I snorted after taking a drink. “He’s in Europe. I forget which city today. Yesterday was a traveling day, so I didn’t really talk to him. Just a couple of quick texts.”

“When’s the last time you got to talk? Like, FaceTime?”

“A few days ago.”

“That’s not too bad,” Lor offered.

I nodded with a slight pout. Since Harry had left for his tour, we made it a point to FaceTime at least once every four or five days. In between he’d text me when he could, just to give me an update or tell me he loved and missed me. So far, I was keeping it together, at least on the outside. But I had to admit, the being apart was harder than it had ever been. I chalked it up to the fact that he was overseas and not on American land, but deep down I still had a gnawing ache due to something else.

We still hadn’t really had our talk.

I say our talk, but truly it was all me. Harry had assured and reassured me several times before he even left that he was committed to me and our relationship. In the end, I’d decided that was enough for me, and it would have been bad timing for me to confess all of my worries and insecurities. He knew most of them anyway, and he still wanted to be with me. So I wished him the best of luck and told him I was proud of him.

I scanned the internet from time to time, just to see any new videos posted by fans, or a short write-up about his concert the previous night. But as I’d promised both Harry and Lorelei, I did not search for anything that might include my name or a reference to me. My social media accounts were still private, and though I did occasionally get new requests, I denied them all with the exception of Cindy and Glenne who’d asked me before I’d ever left L.A. Though part of me was itching with curiosity, I knew it was best not to travel down that road. I could only imagine what fictional scenarios and assumptions people might have been making about Harry Styles’s girlfriend - the older woman.

“Alright doll,” said Lorelei when I threw away our trash. “Let’s get to work.”

With a sigh, I pulled my laptop from my bag and set it on Lor’s desk. Though we primarily wrote separately in our own offices or at home, the editing process was done best side by side. Word had it that if we got the final manuscript to corporate before the end of May, the book might be put on the short list and published sooner than anticipated. So far it was “on the down low” as Kris had put it, very hush hush. But if it was true, it could mean big things for both of us, and I might actually have enough money to take my kids to Disney World.

“Thank you so much, all of you,” Rachel beamed after she opened her gift.

Everyone clapped and Terrance whistled. With a shy grin, Rachel patted her belly.

“I suppose the rumor has gotten out that I’m going to have a baby,” she announced. “And it’s true.”

The conference room erupted with applause once more.

“Mike and I haven’t told Jacob yet. We plan on telling him this weekend that he’s going to be a big brother.”

“Aww, that’s so cute,” said Lorelei.

“I wasn’t actually sure if I could have any more kids,” Rachel continued, “especially at forty. But the doctor has assured me everything looks great so far, and I shouldn’t have any problems. So, next time we’re in here might be for a baby shower? Maybe?”

Everyone laughed, Sarah from accounting giving verbal confirmation that she’d be in charge. Once the party had commenced, Lorelei and I stayed back to help clean up, Rachel offering.

“Don’t be silly,” said Lor. “It’s your special day. We’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you again, you guys,” Rachel smiled before turning down the hall toward the reception desk.

Picking up the remainder of the cake, I carefully placed it on the counter before reaching for the extra paper plates and napkins. It wasn’t until I heard my name that I realized my cheeks were wet.

“Stace? Hon? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I shook my head, wiping my face with the backs of my hands.

“Stacey. You’re crying.”

“Sorry,” I said hastily, shoving the plates and napkins into the cupboard. “I just...miss Harry I guess. It was bound to hit me sooner or later.”

“Hmm, yes,” Lorelei mused.

As I reached for the messy paper tablecloth, I felt my friend’s hand take mine. I turned my head to see her expression solemn, urging and compassionate. Dropping the table cloth, I wiped another tear.

“I had a dream, Lor,” I confessed.

“Good or bad?” she inquired quietly.

“Bad. Not recently, it was a while back. But I think about it a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“It was...the future...I guess. And he was with someone else.”

“Harry?”

I nodded, looking down at the table. “She was beautiful and glowing. Like a younger Rachel. She was pregnant with his baby.”

“Oh, Stacey.”

“There wasn’t much else to it. I suppose in the dream we were on good terms. I told them congratulations. But God, Lor, it hurt so bad.”

Lorelei nodded with sad eyes, understanding.

Swallowing hard, I continued. “I had another dream...on the plane. He wanted me to stay.”

“Stay?”

I nodded, my face again wet with fresh tears. “Forever.”

My best friend wrapped her arms around me then and let me cry on her shoulder. She didn’t ask me anything else, and I figured she didn’t have to. We cleaned up the rest of the festivity remains in silence before heading back to work.

The heavy feeling was pulling on my heart the rest of the evening. Tod came by to pick up the girls for the weekend, promising to take them to Cheddar’s for dinner. Emery was beside herself with glee, so I put on my big girl panties as they say and tried my best to hide any sign of sadness. Normally, just knowing Em and Jaz were there at home put my mind at ease, even if I was feeling lonesome for Harry. But once they were gone, my emotions got the better of me.

I hadn’t heard from him yet that day. In fact, the last word from him had been a short “love you” text at three in the morning my time on Thursday, which of course I didn’t see until I awoke. I knew the time difference was weird and made it difficult to chat, especially if he was doing a show. And if he was travelling, I didn’t expect him to call me either. I just missed him.

After having dinner alone, I opened my laptop, hoping to get some work done. I’d only typed a mere two sentences when I found myself searching online for Harry. It seemed he was in Germany and he’d had a show that night. I watched several video clips, smiling at his charm and singing along to his songs. When I played a clip of his final song, however, my favorite, I began to cry in my chair.

I decided to try to watch a movie for a distraction, so I made myself some popcorn and poured a glass of wine. Halfway through the storyline, however, I started feeling depressed, wishing Harry was sitting beside me watching the film with me, giving his goofy commentary. Or more than likely, hushing me as I tried to give mine.

The sadder I got, the angrier I got at myself for feeling that way. I had no right to be sad. I knew how lucky I was. I was being stupid and foolish. Checking my phone, free of messages, I figured it wasn’t even 7AM yet where he was. And if it was the morning after a concert, he most likely slept in. I might not hear from him for a while.

Turning off the TV, I walked wistfully to the bedroom, preparing for sleep. Brushing my teeth and changing into my pajamas, I crawled into bed feeling like an elephant had sat on my chest. I always hated how my brain would take off in the late hours when I couldn’t sleep, keeping me awake even longer because it wouldn’t turn off. I thought of things I didn’t want to think about, things that had been in the back of my mind haunting me. I cursed life and the world.

I’d just returned to bed after the third bathroom break when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was nearly 2AM then, but seeing Harry’s name displayed still surprised me.

“Hello?” I answered, not in the usual “hi sugar,” or “hey you,” greeting I usually gave.

“Hi beautiful,” he said, his tone cheerful. “I wasn’t sure if you’d answer. I reckoned I’d leave a message.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“I mean, why would you leave a message if you knew I was asleep?” I could tell my tone was abrupt, and not what he was expecting. For some reason I couldn’t help it.

“Um...because I missed you and I thought you might be missing me. So a voicemail is better than a text, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes,” I sighed, regretting my rudeness.

“But hearing your voice is even better,” Harry added. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” I replied. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. Anything I can do?”

“I doubt it. Unless you can fly to Texas and crawl into bed with me.”

“Oh, my love. I wish I was there with you right now.” Though he sounded sincere, I knew he was just saying it to make me feel better. Once again, I hated myself for feeling this way.

“How was the show last night?” I asked, changing the subject. “I watched a few videos.”

“Wonderful. Every show is great, I have such amazing fans.”

“Of course you do,” I commented. “Look who they get to be fans of.”

The ever-present contented sound I loved so much came from Harry’s throat then, and I felt the emotions rise in my own. Choking back a sob, I pretended to cough. Harry noticed.

“Stacey? You okay?”

“Mmm, no, not really,” I answered.

“What’s wrong, love? Talk to me.”

“I just…” I paused. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too, baby. But we’re getting closer, yeah? It won’t be long.”

His sweet, calming voice vibrated throughout my body as I realized it was time to tell him. I’d been holding back for fear of hurting the both of us, but I knew it was inevitable.

“Harry…” I began. “Do you remember Harold and Millicent?”

Harry chuckled low. “Of course, how could I forget?”

“And do you remember their granddaughter came into the cafe with her baby? And Millie asked if we planned on having any?”

“Yeah.”

I swallowed hard. “I think...that was the first time it really hit me.”

“What hit you?” asked Harry.

“That this might not work out between us.”

“What?” Harry’s tone completely changed in that one word, and I felt the weight of it on my chest.

“That wasn’t the only time I felt it though,” I added. “There was of course the talk with your mother, and some dreams I had-”

“Fuck, Stacey!” Harry exclaimed. I could tell he was angry now. I couldn’t really blame him. I’d caught him off guard. My body shook as I held back the tears.

“Harry,” I pressed. “You wanted me to talk. You kept urging me to tell you everything I was feeling. Well, I’m telling you now, this is how I’ve been feeling.”

“That it’s not gonna work out?”

“No. That I’ve been so afraid of telling you what I feel in my gut. Because you might change your mind and not love me anymore. But that’s so fucking selfish of me, Harry.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, his voice low again.

“You deserve to have everything you want, when you want it, and when the time is right. You’re still so young and one day you’ll want to have a family. But not right now. And certainly not a ready-made one.”

There was a long pause as I heard Harry’s breathing through the phone. I wanted to say more, but I also wanted to give him the chance to give his input, perhaps let me off the hook. When he didn’t, however, I knew it was wishful thinking.

“I had a dream,” I confessed, “on the plane ride home. You’d asked me not to go. You’d wanted me to stay, to even go on tour with you and bring the girls. I knew it was a foolish dream, but I realized how much I’d wished it was true. Which makes me hate myself even more.”

“Stacey…” he sighed, but added nothing more.

“The thing is, Harry, if you told me right now that you want a baby...my baby...I would give it to you.”

“But that’s not what you want.”

“It’s not what you want either.”

“Then why are we even discussing it?”

“Because one day you might want that,” I explained, “and I won’t be able to give it to you then.”

“Why are you so worried about the future, Stacey? I’m not. Why can’t we just live in the present?”

“Because I can’t,” I cried. “I can’t live like that. My entire marriage I was told I needed to be happy with what I had, even though I wanted so much more. I felt like I was missing out on something. So I fell into a deep depression until I was finally able to step away from that marriage.”

“But this isn’t like that, Stacey. This isn’t your unhealthy, dysfunctional marriage.” Harry’s voice had risen again, and I could tell he was teetering between wanting to yell and cry. “Do you honestly feel like you’re missing out on something?”

“No, I-”

“I’m giving you everything I have. I love you here and now. Can’t you just be with me because you love me, and I love you?”

“I want to…” The tears were flowing freely now, down my cheeks and onto my pillow. I didn’t try to stop them. “I just don’t want to be in the way.”

“In the way of what?”

“Of your life. Everything you deserve. I don’t...I can’t be the reason you don’t have everything you ever wanted.”

“What are you saying?” Harry croaked.

“I’m saying...God, I love you so much, Harry. But...I don’t know. Maybe we should just take a break. Maybe this time apart is what we need.”

“Jesus, Stacey. What the fuck? You just said you’d have my baby and now you wanna break up?”

“I don’t...no, I don’t want to…” My entire body trembled as I gathered my next words. “I just think it’s best if we don’t talk for a little while.”

“How long is a little while?”

“Um...maybe until I see you in June,” I replied.

“God, please don’t-” I heard him swallow hard. “This is so fucked up.”

“Yeah. I know. Bye, Harry.”

I knew my final words were harsh as they included no term of endearment, laced with hope. But that was mostly for myself. I was being selfish in that regard. Because if I was to give myself any sign of hope, I’d crumble.

I lied to my mother and told her I was sick. It was just a white lie though, since I did feel like death. On Sundays when the girls were home, we’d have dinner, but even on Tod’s weekends, my mother would sometimes stop by for a visit. I figured it was because she felt entitled to grace me with her presence, knowing if she didn’t invite herself, she might not get one. Yes, I was a horrible daughter.

But this particular Sunday just wasn’t going to cut it. I knew I’d made my own bed, but I planned to literally lie in it and sulk until Tod dropped off the girls that evening.

Harry hadn’t tried to call or text, honoring my request. I hadn’t expected him to regardless, but it still hurt. I supposed deep down I kind of wished he’d fight me on it, or fight for me. But it had been my decision to take a break, and he was just respecting that.

Also, I was pretty sure he already hated me, at least as much as I hated myself.

I’d always been one to wear my heart on my sleeve and my emotions on my face. So it was no surprise that Lorelei knew something was up as soon as she saw me Monday morning. However, her first thought was Jasmine, bless her heart.

“Oh my God, doll, did Jaz have another seizure?”

“No,” I shook my head, dropping my bag next to the empty chair and pulling out my laptop. “She’s perfectly fine.”

“Oh,” she sighed, her hand on her heart. “You just look like you had zero rest, so that was my first impulse. Are you sick?”

“I’m fine.”

“Is it Harry?”

Three guesses. It didn’t take much for Lorelei. We were best friends, after all.

“Yes,” I replied sharply. “But if I tell you, will you please not judge me?”

“Stace!” Lorelei exclaimed, offended.

I watched her walk around me to the office door and shut it. Her heels clicked as she made her way to me. With her hands on my arms, she looked me in the eye.

“Why would you ever think I’d judge you? You’re my bestie! You can tell me anything.”

“I told Harry we shouldn’t talk for a while.”

Dropping her hands, Lorelei gasped. “What?”

I lowered my gaze and slumped down into the chair. Lor grabbed the other one against the wall and pulled it towards me, taking a seat with her eyes glued to me.

“What happened, hon?” she asked gently.

“Well, I broke two hearts at once is what I did,” I replied, “but I just felt like it was for the best to take a break. He’s busy anyway, and I think eventually he’ll forget me and move on.”

“Wait,” Lorelei held up her hands. “Back up. This doesn’t sound like you.”

“I know. Because I’d been holding it in. He’s better off without me, Lor.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Basically...that I don’t want to stand in his way. And he deserves everything he wants.”

Lorelei groaned, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you think that includes you?”

“Up to now, yes,” I explained. “But he may change his mind. Eventually he’s going to want his own family, not mine.”

Lor made a face, her mouth and nose distorted. “I mean...I guess I kind of understand that. But don’t you think that’s his decision? You just made up his mind for him.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Before it’s too late and we’ve taken this too far.”

“Too far? Stace, you love him. He loves you. Why isn’t that enough?”

Dropping my head, I played with my fingers in my lap. “That’s what he said.”

I heard my friend sigh, silent for a moment. Then she reached for my hands, making me look at her.

“Stacey. Doll. You know I’m not the best at giving relationship advice. Lord knows I’m shit at commitment. But what is the one thing I’ve been telling you since you met Harry?”

I swallowed hard. “That I deserve to be happy.”

“Exactly,” Lor nodded eagerly. “Now, I thought Harry was making you happy. I know he was. I saw it on your face every day, even when you were missing him. And even when you were being stubborn and thinking it wasn’t true love. It was. It is! I’ve never seen you glow so much.”

I bit my lip, fighting back the tears.

“But…” she continued with another sigh, “if you truly believe that this is no longer making you happy, I support your decision.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

“It really makes me sad though,” she added. “I really thought you had something special. Is it truly over?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I told him I loved him, and I didn’t really want to break up, but it’s best if we don’t talk until I see him at the concert.”

Twisting her mouth, Lorelei considered my words. “Okay. That’s what, six weeks or so? It’s a long time, but maybe...maybe you’ll get your answer by then, whether or not you belong together.”

I sat back, wiping a small tear from my cheek. “Thanks, Lor. Thanks for understanding.”

She shrugged. “I’ll be honest, Stace, I don’t really understand. But you’re my best friend and I love you. All I want is your happiness.”

I sucked in my lips and nodded. “Thanks for that then.”

My stomach hurt. Work and life went on as usual, regardless of how much I ached on the inside. It was foolish of me to pretend I didn’t miss Harry, but if I was going to start moving on, I had to stand my ground, keeping my head held high.

He’d texted me a few times over the last couple weeks. Most of the messages were his requests that we talk, that he missed me, the last one just asking if I was okay. So far I’d only replied that I still didn’t think we should talk, and that included texting.

One evening after I’d put the girls to bed, I noticed a text from an unknown number. Opening it, I realized it was from Glenne.

Hi, it’s Glenne. I hope you don’t mind, H gave me your number. Just wanted to check in. Give me a call sometime.

Though I wasn’t ready to chat with any of Harry’s friends, especially if they knew what was going on between us, I found it very classy of her to not ask for any details in a text. I saved her number to my contacts, deciding I would certainly give her a call...when I was ready.

I hadn’t bothered to look at anymore fan videos since the ones from Germany. I hadn’t Googled Harry’s name, nor mine for that matter. I didn’t even know what city or country he was in.

Many times I wanted to pick up the phone and call him. I wanted to reply to his texts that I missed him too. I even got looks from Lorelei from time to time when I’d accidentally drop his name in conversation. I knew she thought I was insane, and I even considered it myself. I just kept remembering the feeling I’d get when I thought of him a year or two from now, telling me he no longer loved me the way he once did. He’d admit it was fun while it lasted, but he couldn’t ever fully commit or settle down with me. I was doing us both a favor now, bypassing that inevitable heartache. As far as I was concerned, it was easier to bruise a little bit while the feelings were still new, rather than to break into a million pieces later. With us both being busy and an ocean separating us, now was a good time to just cut the cord.

I was in a meeting with the editing department when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Taking a quick gander at it underneath the table, I nearly gasped when I saw it was Harry.

I know you don’t want to talk. I just need to know you’re ok.

I hesitated, taking a deep breath. Lorelei, who sat next to me, eyed me with a raise of her brow.

“Talk to him,” she mouthed.

Pursing my lips, I sent Harry the shortest possible reply.

I’m ok.

“I have news!” sang Lorelei as she bounced into my office one afternoon.

It was mid-May, and we’d finished editing our second novel in record time. The manuscript had been sent to the corporate office in New York, and we were awaiting the official word on publication.

“Not already!” I asserted, knowing it was far too soon.

“No, not about the publication date,” Lor shook her head and sat in the chair across from me. “At least, not yet. But I’ve spoken with Kris and a couple people at corporate, and they’ve agreed to have us come up there for a meeting, sort of a...pre-launch of the book.”

“Pre-launch? What does that mean?”

“It’ll be sort of a preliminary meeting with corporate where we can discuss our plans for the launch of the book, once it’s published. That way, we kind of get a say in it. We can go ahead and plan our next book tour before the book is even on the shelves. Isn’t that exciting?”

Still confused, I sat back in my chair. “And Kris thinks this is a good idea?”

“Yes! She’s paying for us to fly up there!”

“When?” I asked incredulously.

“Next Thursday!”

My mouth agape, I quickly took a look at the calendar on my computer. For some reason the date sounded familiar, and I thought for sure I’d had something typed into that day. But it was blank.

“Well, okay then!” I exclaimed. “Next Thursday it is!”

I knew he had called. It had been during my lunch break when I was heading back to the office. I felt my phone vibrate in my bag, but when I’d retrieved it, I panicked when I saw his name and quickly sent him to voicemail. I hadn’t wanted to see if he’d left a message, but after Tod had come to pick up Jasmine and Emery, the lonely bug kicked in and curiosity took over.

It had been 12:52PM my time that he’d called. Though I still wasn’t sure where he was exactly, if he was still in Europe, it was mostly likely around 6:52PM there. It had probably been while he was getting ready for a show. I imagined him sitting in his dressing room backstage, or perhaps in the hallway chatting with some lucky fans or maybe Jeffrey and his bandmates. I felt a pang in my chest as I realized I missed them as well.

Gathering all the strength I could muster, I took a deep breath and tapped the phone screen to let the message play.

“Stacey,” he said, followed by a long pause. Then he sighed, an extra raspiness to his voice. “Oh, baby, I miss you so bad. I know you have to be missing me too. God, please tell me you do. I know you didn’t want me calling, and that’s why you’re not answering. Shit, I hope you haven’t blocked my number…”

Harry paused again, cursing under his breath before continuing.

“I really wanna talk to you. I have so many things I wanna say, but… I can’t say them all in a voicemail. I need to hear your voice. I need to see your face. This...this is killing me, Stacey. Look I…”

I heard him take a gulp of air.

“I just have to say this...no matter what happens...no matter what you might think...I want you to know I loved you with all my heart...unconditionally.”

His voice cracked then, and he mumbled a goodbye.

My face already wet with tears, I replayed the message. Then I played it again. And again. After the fourth replay, I got out of bed and rummaged through my dresser drawer, desperate to find what I was looking for - the shirt he’d sent me for Christmas. Pulling my tank top over my head, I replaced it with Harry’s purple shirt and crawled back into bed. Then I searched my phone for a playlist I’d made of some of my favorite Melody Gardot songs. Her voice sometimes soothed me, the deep echo of the instruments carrying me away as though they knew both my body and my mind ached to be. I cried softly as I listened to the first song - our song, the one I’d first sung for Harry.

Make me your lover...undercover… or don’t ever love me...at all...

The second track also did nothing to ease my pain, instead reminding me of our time together at the Marchborough Inn.

Baby don’t rush...you’re no waterfall… Love me, that is all…

By the end of the song, I knew I wasn’t listening for comfort. I needed to hurt. I needed to feel the pain, to let it out. I missed him. I missed him so badly, my chest stung to even draw a breath.

The third song, though it was not one I’d shared with Harry, hit me the hardest. I let Melody smother me with her voice, the melancholy yet sultry tune resonating through my senses and down into my bones.

But what I am certain...what is enough… Is just to remember that once...once I was loved…

I listened to Harry’s message again, followed by that final Melody song once more before I finally let slumber overtake me, and I cried myself to sleep.

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | FEEDBACK | PATREON

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Fairly certain I just time traveled

Can someone explain to me how I board the first flight in the morning? Then flew for 15 hours give or take, then arrived in my destination in THE MORNING. I felt like I was in a Christopher Nolan movie. I thought Marty Mcfly was our pilot and we went faster than 80 miles per hour. Maybe that’s why the other plane got delayed because they had to fix the flux capacitor. I don’t even know if it’s been two or three days since we left. I know some people will tell me “it has to do with time zones”. And to those people I say “yeah, but time travel sounds cooler”.

After I recovered from my jet lag we started actually having a really good time. Dr.DePoe, Josh, and I explored Athens with our tour guide Calliope (probably spelled that wrong) and she helped us find our way around. We started out by buying Josh a really nice watch. Then we tried some gelato which was just ice cream but Greek (side comment I’ve never had cookie dough flavor soft serve, I didn’t think that was possible). After that we returned to the hotel to plan and rest in which I took the best nap I’ve ever had. And you might be asking, “why are you sleeping? You're in Athens, go do something.” I would answer by saying, “if we kept doing stuff I would have passed out. I almost fell asleep on the jewelry store couch.” Then we went and ate again. Which was weird for me because I felt like I had 5 meals in the span of one day. Even though it had been 2 days…probably 2 days… maybe 3.

The next day was really good too (even though it wasn’t technically over yet) we ate breakfast than Calliope took us the National Archeology Museum. Which is something no KPA student has ever done. Then we went back to hotel to wait on the others to arrive. All in all it’s been a great time and I’m glad I was able to make it. And feel sorry for the others who got stuck in Houston.

--Brett Adams

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Video Killed The Radio Star ⭐️ | Rhett Abbott Headcanon

Link to my Rhett Abbott Masterlist

Rhett dating someone obsessed with the 80s would look like:

The second verse in the song “1985,” by Bowling for Soup literally describes you when it goes, “She’s seen all the classics. She knows every line. Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink, even St. Elmo’s Fire. She rocked to Wham! Not a big Limp Bizkit fan. Thought she’d get a hand on a member of Duran Duran.” Yeah, you’ve seen all the classics (including Dirty Dancing, Footloose, Top Gun, The Outsiders, The Karate Kid, Terminator, etc) and can recite every line to the point you don’t even need your eyes on the screen when the scene plays. Rhett was amazed the first time he witnessed it and would challenge you during the scenes with a lot of dialogue.

Rhett was well aware of your love for the 80s. The movies, the music, the aesthetic, just everything. The whole damn reason y’all met was because you worked at the record store in town. He’d always admired you from afar and finally got the courage to go in and talk to you. Wearing an AC/DC shirt and smudged eyeliner, you definitely gave off that classic rock look. Sometimes he’d come in and you were more colorful like when channeling Cyndi Lauper or Witney Houston.

After that first conversation Rhett swore he could hear you talk for hours. You spitted fact after fact to him when he asked questions about a particularly band or movie. Like you knew the exact date MTV launched on cable (August 1st, 1981) and the first music video that aired (Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles). Other famous events you knew by heart were Charles & Diana’s wedding, the Space Shuttle Challenger explosion, the Berlin Wall coming down, and the fact the 1984 L.A Olympics was boycotted by the USSR & their allies.

Rhett could easily pick up on who your favorite bands/artists, songs, movies, and 80s heartthrobs were by how consistently you spoke of them. It amazed him, especially because you were likely either a small child or not even alive when the 80s happened, but everything about you screamed you were born in the wrong decade. “I take it if you could go back in time and choose a decade to live in, It’d be the 80s huh?” “Is that even a question? It’s why I need them to crack the code to time travel so I can go!”

Anytime y’all go on road trips you are in charge of the aux and Rhett has grown accustomed to your choice of music. By now he knows all the lyrics from Def Leppard’s Hysteria and almost everything from Journey and Whitney Houston. Before he met you, all Rhett listened to was country and maybe a modern pop or jazz/blues artist once in a blue moon, now his music taste has broaden to classic/metal rock & techno pop. He personally prefers AC/DC, Guns n Roses, & The Simple Minds and you’ll catch him jamming when he thinks you’re not in the room. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/n.” “I’m just admiring those moves, cowboy.” “Stop right there, or imma have to punish you.” “Does punish involve playing ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me,’ if you know what I mean?”

Not many groups/artists still toured, but the ones that did you guys would try your best to attend the concerts. Together you both saw Pat Benetar, Def Leppard, Journey, & even Rick Springfield a couple times. On your bucket list is to see Mötley Crue, Metallica, Cyndi Lauper, and Joan Jett.

When it comes to birthdays & holidays, Rhett loves to spoil you when he gets enough money too. Merchandise and collectors items are usually what he sets his eyes on to get you, but then he discovered the annual ‘80s in the Sand’ festival that takes place in the Dominican Republic where several of your favorite artists/groups will attend. When he heard about that, Rhett was on a mission. For over a year he saved every penny to book flights, tickets, rooms at the resort before surprising you on your birthday with an envelope. You were a fucking mess at the table when you opened the envelope and read the writing—you couldn’t believe he actually got you tickets for the festival. “What the fuck, Rhett—o-oh my gosh how did you—how did you do this!?” You stuttered between sobs, tackling him to the floor and kissing all over his face as he laughed beneath you. “I love you so much—thank you thank you. This is the best gift ever!!”

The anticipation and working so hard to take you to the festival was so worth it when you guys arrived. The smile on your face never left and Rhett swore you were gonna pass out when Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran waved to you. “I just fucking made eye contact with Simon fucking Le Bon—Rhett!! He waved at me!!” Then after y’all had some drinks at the hotel bar you about shit your pants at the realization Nina Blackwood, one of the five original MTV’s VJ’s, was sitting next to you and had complimented your outfit.

Each time you happened to get the once in a life time chance to meet/interact with the artist/group you spent years fangirling over, Rhett would have a tissue ready to catch your tears (of happiness of course) and capture every picture/video so you could have it forever. He literally was the best boyfriend you could ask for, still in disbelief he had given you such an amazing gift he knew you would cherish till the day you died. It was truly the experience of a lifetime.

That entire trip Rhett fell more in love with you and with your love for the decade. He could see it in your eyes and how you connected with people not only y’all’s age who were there, but also the older folks who grew up during that time. Rhett couldn’t wait for you both to go again the next year, making it a goal to attend annually and working to save every penny to make sure he could see that light in you shine bright in the place you belonged.

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