create, love, laugh.

thirty, fashion designer, daughter, sister & mom to lyndsey & jessica, living in haverford, lanford.

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thenameis-kev:

And Kevin would break into a monologue about how lonely he felt, or how much he missed Casey or how upset he was about what had happened, but he had done much of that with Sef in the past couple weeks. Not like he would ever get tired of talking about it, but to actually focus on something else felt a lot better. He could at least sit up straight and smile and actually mean it, and get the same in return without it being something out of sympathy or plain pity. “Greasy food is the way to go. It’s also the cheapest, so you know, more for less and all that stuff,” he chuckled, not even remembering the last time he brought something green to his mouth– no, the joint the night before didn’t count as greens. “A movie… God, I haven’t seen many of those either. I– I was not allowed to watch anything that was not passed by my parents when I was younger, so I just started… not long ago,” he explained, wondering if he was sharing too much information. “Toy Story,” Kevin finished with a smile. “I can’t get tired of that movie.”

“Yes, exactly! It’s so cheap, it’s so easy and fast, and perfect for those late days, you know? I wish it weren’t — maybe I would eat less of it then,” she said and laughed. She wasn’t too bad when it came to all the unhealthy stuff, but that was mostly because she had kids. She cared about what they ate, but whenever they were at their dad’s she often gave in to a sudden craving and ordered something, or swung by a fast food place on her way home. “Oh, really? So what kind of movies were you allowed to see?” She asked. She liked to make sure Lyndsey and Jessica weren’t watching anything violent either, or too grown up, but she didn’t really monitor it all too closely. “Oh Toy Story! Such a good choice. I love it so much. All of them really.”

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erin-lhakpa:

“Really?” Erin asked. She was always relieved to hear it when people had similar aversions to things as she did. “Yeah, I feel like it’s just a big party to show off how great your life supposedly is and make other people feel bad about themselves. Maybe if I had become crazy successful I would want to go and rub it in people’s faces. But I don’t want to see the people who seemed perfect walking around gloating about their still-perfect lives.”

“Yeah, exactly. I mean, I still have friends from high school, but I would rather just get together with them privately, you know? All the people that I know would be happy to see me, and not just... ask about my life, or brag about theirs, you know?” Amy had plenty to be proud of, but sometimes the thought of people asking about her very high profile divorce four years ago was enough to make her forget for a moment. “Successful or not though, I feel like there will always be people there who will hate you for that too, you know? Or make you feel bad about it. At least I could name a few from my high school years who probably never outgrew that phase.”

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xoxoholly:

Holly was about to offer her a seat but Amy went right ahead, and she felt like she was living some surreal dream. “Yes, I live here. Lanford’s my home base.” The compliments were so unexpected, Holly could be seen blushing a bright scarlet. It seemed like another lifetime ago when she could be seen on the arm of famous and up and coming actors, appearing on red carpets wearing designer and smiling for photographers. The memories had all but faded for her. But hearing Amy’s confidence in the compliment had Holly beaming back. “Nooo, stop. I can’t believe it —you’re the icon here, honestly. I love your designs, so much. I’m a little shell shocked to be talking to you right now.”

“Really?” Amy must have looked like a little kid, over excited but for all the right reasons — or so she thought so herself at least. “I had no idea, but I’m starting to think there’s something in the water here. A lot of great people seem to either hail from here or live here.” Even though it was a small town, the diversity of the neighbourhoods meant a lot of different people lived here — which Amy loved. “Oh please!” Amy laughed and blushed just a little bit, not sure she was even hearing it right. This was definitely one for the books. “Thank you so much, I can’t believe it. I swear I could base an entire collection off of your looks and style alone.”

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caddockdrengith:

The woman’s reaction was expected, that is, until she questioned the reliability to her house lock, and the man couldn’t help but raise a brow. There were plenty of things he was knowledgeable in, well, at least a handful, and over the course of his years he had become far too acquainted with the workings of various locks and keyholes, starting as early back as to when he was still a school boy. As she cringed, the Hungarian narrowed his eyes in thought, head slowly tilting to the side.

“Let’s just say I was never a straight-laced kid,” the former journalist murmured, a worry prickling his spine. He never had a problem with people knowing about his past as a rebellious teen and young man, hell, those were some of the best years of his life, but with those days came infrequent spurts of jail time, something he wasn’t exactly willing to share openly.

For some reason his confession — if it could even be called that — wasn’t something that surprised her very much. Few very ‘straight-laced’ kids went to places where he’d been, saw what he saw and did and accomplished what he’d done and accomplished. She would’ve told him that, but the possibility of making it sound wrong kept her from it. It was a compliment, and she wanted him to know that if she’d ever tell him. 

“Well that worked out well for me,” she replied with a soft smile and a shy nod of her head before pushing the door further inwards. “Do you... want to come in?” She asked, lingering in the doorway.

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hollyjoyberne:

It took Holly a moment to realise Amy seemed to be waiting for her, so she took a last couple of bites of food before replacing the lid. At the question that was posed, however, she couldn’t help but smile brightly. “It’s like you know me or something,” she teased playfully. “I’m so up for getting cake.”

Amy laughed at Holly’s reply, definitely loving every bit of it. The two of them definitely seemed to have a lot in common, at least when it came to their eating habits and preferences. “I’m definitely starting too, and I like everything I know so far,” she added with a light laugh. “Are you sure? We don’t have to go now — we can wait until you’re done eating,” she said.

[loganlemans]

There’s something to be said about sitting in front of the TV and being removed from your own life and just pushed into another one.

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thenameis-kev:

Kevin could only nod and smile. If distance had taught him something was how dependent and lonely he could get to feel, how much he missed Casey and how much he wanted him back, but it was a messy situation he couldn’t just fix by not doing anything about it. He didn’t want to get into personal details in this meeting, however. He wasn’t good when it came to business, but he was sure pouring his soul into a future employer wasn’t exactly a good idea, even if this job wasn’t exactly formal. It was was easier when the conversation wasn’t on him, still able to empathize with her views on divorce even if he still thought it was sad. “Thank you. I hope so too,” he said with a nod, a hand on his chest, right over his heart, and bowed his head. “Worthington, Ohio,” he said in a sigh. It had been years since the last time he pronounced the full name of the town. Sometimes saying Ohio was enough, but he found himself saying the whole thing. “I work at Muncher’s. I’m a waiter, so if you’re ever in need of like… greasy food or anything, just hit me up,” he winked at her and broke into a little laugh. “I don’t have much spare time. I sleep. Sometimes I cook. And… I’d bring– I don’t know. I’m dyslexic. Can’t read, so that answer is kind of useless.”

It was very typical Amy to involve herself in other people’s heartaches like that. Not to snoop or pry, or to tell them what to do or judge them for their choices, but because she genuinely cared. She often found herself caring too much — lying awake at night, hurting over someone else’s heartbreak or failing business that they’d poured their soul and heart into. She had gotten better through the years though, of telling herself it wasn’t her job to fix everything, but it still existed in her — that need to repair and fix things. But Kevin seemed smart, and she didn’t want to scare him away by inserting herself into his personal life like that, so she smiled warmly and allowed the conversation to shift. She listened with clear interest, nodding along as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “Oh that’s so tempting,” she laughed. “I love greasy food. Almost too much,” she added. “Oh okay, so what if it were a movie you could bring? And that there was a TV for you to watch it on, of course.”

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caddockdrengith:

“Mm,” a hum of confirmation at her repetition of his words. The tally was one that often drew the wind out of one’s lungs, sucking a draining the light of the moment from them for but a second or two before a spark returned to their eyes. It was nothing new. These days nothing ever was.

From his kneeled position, the man could sense her move closer, although ignored it as his thick fingers carefully fiddles with the lock via the small tools he frequently kept in his coat pocket out of habit. At the mention of the purse, he grunted, dismissing the offer as the sound of metal pieces shifting against one another gave way to a click.

“There you go,” Caddock replied with a soft sigh, using the side of the house to steady himself as he stood, brushing off his slacks as he turned to the woman, eyes narrow out of simple habit of it all.

She could already tell he probably wouldn’t need the purse to cushion his knee, or that he at least wouldn’t take it even if he did. Maybe it was a pride thing, or maybe it had nothing to do with it at all — but in the end it didn’t matter, because the lock gave into him not many seconds after Amy had offered it to him, and she forgot all about the purse, surprised that it hadn’t taken him longer.

“Oh my God,” she said and nearly dropped the purse. She reached out and grabbed the handle, turning it and sighing relieved when the door opened at her command. “Thank you so much. I don’t know whether to be really excited about it only taking you a few minutes, or really worried someone else is gonna do the same in the middle of the night sometime.” She cringed at the thought of it. With two kids in the house, and only her there to defend them, she didn’t like feeling unsafe in any way, and she reminded herself to get the locks changed soon. 

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kencov:

Now that she had been completely dedicated to the cause, the brunette was stubborn— the door needed to open, she knew she could get the door to open. “Hopefully not break anything except for your front door, that is,” The girl let out a chuckle, moving the pin in and out as she worked through the lock. “A late summer breeze? God, it’s only January,” Kendall groaned, shaking her head. Nothing sounded better than a summer in New York right about now, especially with her arms feeling like they were about to fall off completely. “I live in town, down in Westbrook—” She began to explain, just when she felt the lock unlock. “Oh my god!” Though persistent, even she had to admit, it was shocking that this all worked out in their favor. “Listen, I’m really excited right now, but I think you should invest in a new lock if I was able to practically break and enter under fifteen minutes…”

“Yeah, my front door is more than okay to be broken, but I meant more like... Your bones.” She laughed a little at her own easily-misunderstood way of phrasing what had been on her mind. She was beyond happy than Kendall wanted to help but she definitely wouldn’t let her if it meant seeing her hurt in any way. “Yeah, I know, it’s kind of depressing to think about how many more cold nights we’ll have to endure before we get our summer evenings...” That’s probably what she missed the most about Los Angeles. The long, warm evenings and the beach weather — not that she had the time to actually go, but at least there she had the option to. Still, she was a New Yorker by heart, and soon enough she would be used to this climate again. “Oh, so you’re a local,” she said and smiled, only to interrupt the smile with a light gasp in surprise when the lock clicked. “You did it!” She grinned and rose her hands in the air, cheering quietly. “Yeah... That’s a good point, I’ll do that first thing tomorrow. Or first thing next week maybe.” She chuckled lightly and pushed the door open. “Do you want to come in? I feel like I owe you something for helping.”

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rafedelgado:

+ “Not just a pretty face, baby,” he replies with his signature smirk, but he can’t help the guffaw that explodes out of him at her comment. He’s far from innocent, maybe when compared to a murderer, and though he likes to believe he has some redeeming qualities, even he’d feel shameful to take on the description of innocent. No, that seemed more suited for people like Amy. “I know you’re my number one fan, but you should never glorify celebrities, Addison. Now, repeat after me: we should never- what?” He delivers a sarcastic lecture, as if she’s one of the slightly worrying girls that seemed to defend and justify his questionable actions. Amy is different; she stands by him despite the slew of criticism she faces for deciding to work with him, and there’s nothing he appreciates more than this kind of loyalty. “Yeah, definitely wouldn’t believe you. Ever thought about those hidden keys? They’d probably come in handy.” He accepts the pin, eyeing up in the light as his lips widen into an amused smirk. “A pink one, huh? A’ight, we get it, you’re a fashion queen.” Switching the pins around, he begins attempt number two, but much to his dismay, as he twists the door handle again, the door remains closed. “Uh…” He mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m just too innocent for this.”

“Never thought you were just that,” she said, and she couldn’t have meant it more. No one could deny his good genes, but he was so much more than just that — she knew better than anyone. She had seen the look in his eyes when he spoke of things that really truly mattered to him out there in the world, and how he wasn’t just passionate about it, but incredibly informed and insightful as well. He certainly wasn’t just a pretty face, no. “Okay, so maybe that was a bit of a reach — you’re far from innocent, but I guess I just figured picking locks was a lost art by now,” she said and laughed off his attempt to lecture her on celebrity culture. Maybe she was naive when it came to the stars she designed for, but not when it came to Rafe. Or so she hoped not at least... “Well uh... The hidden key is a really good idea, but only if you’re not like me, who forget to put it out again after already using it.” She covered her face with her hands and laughed at herself, embarrassed to obviously be a grown woman when she couldn’t even remember to put the spare key back out. “See, I’m not very good with keys,” she said, trying to make it into an excuse somehow, though she just laughed, and a bit more when he comments on the pink hair pin. “Shh.” Part of her thinks it will actually work, but of course it doesn’t. The kind of locks made today couldn’t be dealt with by a pink hairpin it seemed. At his comment however, she laughs and shoves him lightly. “Okay well... I’ll just call a lock smith then. Do you think they work at this hour?” She could go to Nathan’s if they didn’t, but going to an ex-husband’s for a place to stay was weird, even if they did have two kids together. But maybe mostly because they had only recently started to even talk again.

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nathanxyoung:

Nathan had lost track of the time only seconds after his brother had called him. He was supposed to be meeting Amy to talk about the kids, to talk about a lot of things really, and of course his brother hadn’t been able to help himself. Away from the hotel for only an hour and things were going wrong already. It was a joke. If anything Max should have had a better idea of what he was doing seeing as he’d been under their uncles wing longer. When he finally got off the phone again, he spotted Amy coming through the doors and flashed her a smile. “I didn’t even realise the time,” he told her as she sat down, laughing a little. “Max called me and you know how he is.”

“Really?” She seemed happy about him saying that, maybe more than she should have been, but she couldn’t help herself — she didn’t want to be late every time they had to meet up for whatever reason, and she silently cursed herself for being it the first time they attempted this. But of course Nathan didn’t take it personally, and she was grateful for that — and should probably not have expected anything less. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?” She wouldn’t put it past him. She had expected him to hate her for keeping the girls from him for so long, but since moving here, he had been nothing but nice to her. “Oh, did he? Well, thank God for his timing,” she chuckled. “Is he okay? Is the hotel okay?”

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hollyjoyberne:

Holly laughed, nodding her head, pleased to hear that response from her friend. Some days she couldn’t help but feel as though she didn’t have many friends around here, but Amy was definitely one of them, without a doubt. “Good… good,” she mused with a chuckle. “That’s what I do try and make peoples dreams come true, always.”

“Well you’re definitely succeeding,” she said and smiled warmly, watching her as she ate her meal. She didn’t want to leave yet, or at least not without Holly, and since she had the afternoon off, she thought maybe they could do something together. “Do you wanna go get cake when you’re done eating? I mean, you’re like me, right — you do have a whole separate stomach for cake and sweets, right?”

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jamiefrench:

          “Iowa, back home for a few weeks. Always try to get out there over the holidays.” He grinned, happy to back in Lanford. “Only almost killed my sister twice, so it’s uh, probably a good thing I didn’t stay an extra few days.” Usually he wouldn’t be back so soon, but with everyone busy and in different parts of the country, it seemed pointless to stay longer than he wanted to. “Now that is evil!” Jamie declared, thinking about the freshmen parents on the first day of high school. “She’ll never forgive you, if you do that.” Still, it was always a little funny. “Oh, you had me at hot chocolate, thanks. Marshmallows too, if you’ve got some.”

That made Amy smile. She was lucky her family was close enough that she could pretty much go see them whenever she wanted instead of having to fly somewhere, but she remembered what it had been like when she lived in LA. She missed seeing them, and she understood easily why Jamie tried to go see them over the holidays. “That’s really nice. I bet they were really excited to have you back,” she said and smiled. When it came to being the evil, embarrassing mom, Amy was pretty sure she would have that down to a tee. Or at least the embarrassing part. “I know! But she’s just so cute, even when she’s a bit embarrassed by her moma.” She chuckled and went to get the milk from the fridge and the chocolate from the cupboard. Nothing beat real hot chocolate. “Oh please. I would never offer you hot chocolate if I didn’t have marshmallows. That would just be cruel.”

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xoxoholly:

It wasn’t every day that Holly ran into Amy Addison, her dresses the stuff of princess fairytales and wedding dream pinterest boards. Furthermore, it wasn’t every day that Amy Addison recognized who she was. Holly felt like she was in an alternate universe, momentarily stuck for words. “I’m — wha— yes, I am,” she nodded, grinning, and nearly even getting to her feet to shake the woman’s hand. Had she seen any of her films? Followed her (brief) movie and TV career? She supposed it was in the realm of possibility.

“I knew it!” She grinned and looked at the younger woman with wide eyes before she sat down, still looking at her. “I had no idea you were in Lanford. Do you live here, or are you just… Passing through or something?” She asked. “If it’s not clear by the way, then I’m a really big fan of your work. And your style too — you’ve become quite the icon, especially in my house. My girls adore you.”

[idolette]

Crystal Reed by Ashley Barrett for Crookes Magazine.

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- ̗̀ @nathanxyoung​  ̖́-

Amy looked down at her watch, shaking it loose from under her sleeve. The numbers seemed extra bright for some reason, clearly mocking her. Some things never changed — she was running late, but if anyone expected it, it had to be Nathan. She only hoped he didn’t mind, or that he somehow would be at least a few minutes late too so she wouldn’t have to feel too guilty about him waiting around for too long. When she finally arrived at the coffee shop they had agreed on, she pushed the door open, the small bell above the door announcing her arrival, and of course Nathan was there, waiting. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said first thing, clearly feeling bad about it. “I wish I had a good excuse, but I... Lost track of time.” She looked at him apologetically. “Hopefully you kind of, um, anticipated it..?” She smiled, hoping he would too.

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caddockdrengith:

The response seemed to come as a surprise to her, as if the single-word answer were not to be expected from the unkind fellow that currently walked beside her. “Grumpy” and “unfriendly” were certainly two words that had been used to describe him, words that frequently infiltrated his public image, poking holes in his already damaged facade. Yet it bothered him little, perhaps it being because he couldn’t deny the claims placed against him, considering they were facts.

A stiff nod rocked his head, brown locks swept to the side by a brisk wind that caused his bright eyes to squint against the chilled air. His gaze shifted to her as she spoke, brow furrowed as if to say “Could you not already guess that?” before his thin lips pulled into a deadpan line.

“Nothing. That’s not new,” he added simply, a shrug pulling from his shoulders.

Amy knew what people said about Caddock. She had known even before she met him, and she recalled exactly how nervous she had been the first time she met him — simply from all those hushed comments and whatnot, and while there was truth in some of it ( he was an intimidating man in a lot of ways ), she also saw an immense talent in him, and experience beyond anyone else’s. Everything he had seen in his relatively short life... How could that not turn people’s edges a little sharper? Not to mention all the people who only wanted to get close to him to take advantage of his esteemed status in numerous industries. Even if Amy had wanted to be that kind of person, she never could. She didn’t have it in her to walk on other people, or sharpen her elbows to reach her goals. She did it in her own time, in her own ways, and so far it had gotten her here. To a place where she was proud. At least of her work. The rest was still a mess, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. 

“No,” she said, and her voice took on a note of horrification, “If I knew I would’ve invited you over. You know that, right? I mean... I don’t...” She paused and her eyebrows pinched, “You might now have come, but I would have definitely tried to get you over here,” she said, as if that would somehow make a difference. All it did was frustrate her even more that he might have been alone during the holidays, or at the very least not celebrated it with people who knew him.