like sunshine

Lucy thirty-three interior designer & business owner single

[aayla-securas]

[lollucehq]

georgiewallace​:

lollucehq​:

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The good thing about the weather being so poorly that day was that Georgie had good enough reasons to blame on besides her inability of walking properly without falling down apparently. She could easily say she slipped on a puddle instead of admitting the truth about tripping on her own feet if someone asked, but thankfully no one seemed to be around to testify such atrocity on her part. Or at least she thought so.

The voice startled her a bit, making the raven haired girl turn around and be face to face with the blonde. A little embarrassed, Georgie took a bit to react and give the other a proper answer as she started to make assumptions over the current situation. It was undeniable at this point what had happened. “I’m fine, thankfully I didn’t fell. But I dropped my keys and now I am stuck here.”

The wind was strong and it was cold and Lucy loved nights like these. They were here favorite that brought a sense of calm to her mind. The streetlights were on and shining bright and Lucy smiled when she looked at Georgie. Clearly the young woman dropped something and Lucy wanted to try and help her if she could. 

 Noticing that Lucy startled the brunette a little, the thirty-three year old shook her head "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Taking a sip of her coffee now, Lucy sighed as the woman mentioned she had dropped her keys "Well damn, that kind of sucks. Do you need a ride somewhere? Hopefully you have a spare at home. Where did you drop them?" She questioned, and then realized they were standing right in front of the sewers "I hope you have a spare at least." Folding her arms across her chest. now, Lucy smiled “Let me give you a ride.” 

[noahsinclaxr]

“I don’t get it.” Luke muttered, looking at the two sample cards of paint in his hands. The Tulip definitely could use some sprucing up in some parts… Or well all parts, since the place still looked like when it opened in the 80s in almost all of the rooms. He was out and about on an inspirational shopping spree, where he didn’t need to buy anything, just see what would fit and what he could get later on when he would do all of the actual buying. Maybe it was that he was secretly a weird shape of colour blind.. Or maybe it was just because he was a man, but he could not see it. “What in the world is the difference between Azure Blue and Dynamite blue.. It’s the exact same.” 

@fordbaycontent​

[lollucehq]

As someone who was an interior designer, Lucy always was out and about shopping to buy things for the projects that she hand tackled. This one project was for a little girls bedroom and that was a first for her, she did everything but she rarely got kids rooms. The ten year old wanted the color blue, it was any type of blue and Lucy decided to go pick up some paint. She was standing there with her arms folded across her chest, studying the colors. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a specific color and then turned to her head to look at the man who was talking "Azure Blue is darker and Dynamite Blue is lighter, Dynamite is more like a green."

[lollucehq]

remingtonxdutton​:

lollucehq​:

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Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry – all forms of fear – are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of non-forgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence. Obviously, giving him time hadn’t given Rem enough courage to make the first move. She had to even if it was just under the circumstances of returning old clothes. It still was something. Way more then she should have. He should have messaged her but Remington was one stubborn individual. They both knew that as well. “ I see that. Pretty sure this is at least a week’s worth.” He noted. Though, the man was not upset by any stretch. Maybe they brought way more comfort then he could have for them. People did hold material items to that degree right? Or at least Remington assumed anyways. Yet he didn’t even have to ask as she confirmed what he had already believed in regards to comfort. A little too close to that as well. Nostalgia. The man not surprised as he seemed to be taken down a street of memory lane. The pair seemingly shared way too memories not to.  Nostalgia is a necessary thing, he believed, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. None the less - Rem just nodded at her thanks for the returned sweater. 

“You have already explained it.” More then enough. He didn’t need to hear her say anymore sorrys. It had been enough the first time around. Even if maybe he hadn’t made that known. But now, this was his own way of doing so. “You don’t have to keep at it.” Yes, a part of him was somewhat appreciative of the repetitive actions. But on the other side of things, the man knew it was like they were stuck in a time lapse. Ultimately, he wanted to move forward. Even if he hadn’t been so quick to do so but when a push came to a shove here he was. It was better late then never or so he believed anyways. He nodded upon her request. The man walking inside a little and placed the box to the side. His attention really not needed in the regards of the objects laying inside. It was more deserved to the woman in front of him. Her presence was missed. Deep within him, he knew that. Which was why it was so difficult through all this. Their relationship was so easy he had never thought they would have come to the crossroad they would stumble upon. She was the last person who he thought would follow in the similar cycle of leaving him in the dusk with a portion of truth. Even if her explanation was valued and was understood.  “I’m not trying to get you to push down anything.” He would have never in a million years tried to suppress what she was feeling. Honesty was all he could ever want. No matter - the good, bad and ugly of it all.  He took the glass without hesitation. The man looked at the glass for a moment and then back to the blonde. “I should have come over sooner. But honestly, I didn’t know how to.” The man admitted.  Honesty is often very hard. The truth is often painful. But the freedom it can bring is worth the trying. “Can I what?” Remington wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what she stopped herself from saying but he was here for it. Even if the cold hard truth was unsettling for him at that point in time. A clean state is what they needed. No hold’s barred. He sipped at the liquid contents. “I’m sure it won’t be an easy task but I think we’re at least stepping in the right direction. I promise to try.” In case she needed to hear him say it, there it was. “I probably need you back.” 

With everything that had happened between them Lucy knew that it was going to take some time for the two to get back into the groove of things. They had their own way with one another. The small banter, the secret moments, the small laughter that filled the air whenever they were together. The drinking till they couldn't anymore, the staying up late talking about everything and anything until they were both exhausted, it was all theirs and she missed it so much. He made her happy, he was it and the fact that she screwed it all up with him hurt her like hell, but they were going to work on it. At least that's what it looks and sounds like. He was here and that was a big step, and she knew that was a big step especially for him and the woman was proud of him for it. Hearing him talk about the clothes more, Lucy let out a laugh and she smiled softly "They're comfortable, a lot more comfortable than mine. Especially the sweatpants." Lucy said smiling now, her eyes were read but she had finally taken a deep breath and calmed herself down. Apart of her will always get emotional around him, and as much as she hated crying in front of others Lucy felt herself being okay with being vulnerable in front of him. Taking the sweater from him, she put it on and bit her lips. Listening to him talk, she nodded her head and sighed "I know I'm..." Stopping herself from saying "i'm sorry" again, Lucy swallowed hard and then continued with "It's just.. I didn't want you to hate me. I don't think I would've been able to handle that, if you hated me. I think that.. I think that might brake me if you hate me." She finally admitted to not only to herself, but to him and Lucy found herself all choked up again.

 Letting out another frustrated groan, the thirty-three year old stood in her kitchen, still leaning up against the island finished her thing of whiskey. Pouring another glass, Lucy took a sip and let the burning sensation of the alcohol go down her throat and the Chicago native looked at him. God he was perfect, he was so perfect and he was here and all she wanted to do was hug him and not let go. She needed that, but she knew now wasn't the right time. Taking a deep breath, Lucy finished her second thing of Whiskey and poured herself another. This wasn't a good idea, the drinking anyway, especially when it was Whiskey. "Rem when I told you that I fell in love with you and that I loved you.., I meant it.." She said quietly, letting the alcohol burn her throat again "I mean it." She corrected herself and sighed, rubbing forehead for a moment Lucy swallowed hard and shook her head "You asked for space and time. I wanted to respect that. I would've respected it more, but I was cleaning and well now we're here." Lucy said quietly, and then felt herself get all choked up again. She shouldn't do this, she shouldn't ask him the next thing that's going to come out of her mouth "Can you stay the night... please." Lucy almost begged him, and then finished the third drink of alcohol. She had to stop at three, otherwise the blonde would be wasted and tonight wasn't a good night for it "I understand if you don't want too, I just.. I missed you, so much." Pulling her teeth between her lips, Lucy moved next to him to be closer to him. She took a breath and sighed "I promise to try and not shut you out and keep things from you." She whispered, trying to make a joke but knew it was horrible. She wanted to say those three words to him so badly but Lucy knew Rem was giving her a second chance and the woman didn't and couldn't screw this up "If you don't want to spend the night I understand." Swallowing hard, Lucy poured him another glass of Whiskey and placed her elbows on the counter "Fuck this is going to be hard" Looking at him, she swallowed hard again “I don't want to ruin this again Rem, please don't let me ruin this again. I cant handle loosing you twice.” 

[halsteadsass]

[lollucehq]

remingtonxdutton​:

lollucehq​:

You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Certainly, everything would come back around eventually. Contrary, Remington hadn’t been bound to avoid her. Now, his intentions weren’t to but let’s face it they probably both were. She promised she would give him time and he respected that. But, this kind of thing didn’t come with a rule book. That was why maybe so much time had passed the what was originally planned out. There hadn’t been a day though that she hadn’t been on his mind. It wasn’t like he had planned that either, but given their such close dynamic it was hard to go through life without the other. Even the simplest things reminded him of the blonde. Like every time he picked up a bottle of Whiskey - it was a force of habit to pour two glasses. A few times he found himself doing so without even realizing it.  If there was any great lesson in life it was this: No battle was ever won with silence. So maybe him being here was a blessing after all. Well it could be his demise as well. It was a crap-shoot. “Yeah, fine is better then most.” Well this was awkward. Remington knew deep down that they both could be so much better. Fine was a cop out. That much was so easily conveyed. Remington stepped forward to take the box. It was a lot heavier then he would have thought. 

“I guess now I know where most of my clothes went.” He managed to say, offering the most subtle hint of a smile. Remington was oblivious with stuff like that in all honesty. There were a few times where he was like where was that shirt he liked or hoodie but given his nature, things got lost and he didn’t pay it really too mind. Things could be replaced. Remington had to bite back a sigh though at the common notion of replacement. He didn’t want to veer too off into that territory. “Good memory. It was stuck underneath the passengers side seat.” Yet another memory that seemed to have gone by. But ever so present at even the simplest of words. “Don’t alright.” He voiced, shaking his own head. “Look. I know you are.” He added. Remington wasn’t sure he wanted to have this conversation all over again. Actually, he knew he didn’t. The sincerity from her he had been aware of it way back when. Her emotions behind the words were there. They still were. It was him who had stalled in the matter of forgiving.  The act of forgiveness takes place in our own mind. It really has nothing to do with the other person. “You don’t have to keep apologizing.” It just reminded him of his own insecurities. He should have been the one apologizing. Given, he had left her in the dust while he waited himself to finding some meaning or clue on how he should proceed. But, he let time continue to pass and distracted himself with everything but making a decision when it came to them. He was a hypocrite in the sense of not being open. No better time like the present though right? Maybe he just needed the right nudge. “Do you wanna get a drink?” He left out like old times, diagnosing that probably wasn’t the best idea. Maybe they just needed a fresh start and this was his own version of a white flag. It was the least he could do. “We can go around in circles with this and what happened. But it probably will be never ending. I’m here now so why don’t we make the best of it?” In moving forward, one had to take the first step. “Unless you have other plans or something. Then I’ll have to take a rain check?” He honestly hoped she didn’t because then that would hinder the current stage he was in this moment. The man needed the push of her texting him and now that he was here, a part of him didn’t want to leave. 

She needed him in her life, he was her anchor, her safe place and those months of them fighting and months of them spent apart had almost killed her in a way. He was her best friend and she missed him more than anything. This wasn't going to be easy, considering she was still in love with him but if him being here meant that she would get her best friend back then Lucy would have to try and move on. She didn't want to though, she loved him, she was so in love with him but Lucy knew that maybe they weren't supposed to be. The thought of loosing him again scared her, and maybe him being here was a hint that he wanted to be back in her life. Maybe she was reading too much into it, but she didn't care because the woman missed him. She missed her best friend, and that's what he was to her before everything happened between them and she wanted their friendship back.

Listening to him talk, she couldn't help but form a small smile on her face "I always stole your clothes, started a collection almost" She laughed a little, and then felt her lips quiver a bit "You.. you were home to me and whenever you weren't with me I'd put on your sweatshirt or sweats and I'd feel like I was home." She said quietly, taking a breath and then shaking her head "Sorry" She whispered under her lips, Lucy couldn't keep doing this. It wasn't fair to him. "Well thank you for bringing it back. It's not my favorite sweater, but I wear it around the house once it gets cold." Here's that small talk again, every part of her hates it and she feels awkward. When Remington told her not to apologize, Lucy looked at him her eyes still filled with water. She felt exhausted and she hated this, she hated doing this with him. "Rem I saw our future for a split second and I didn't include you in on it.. I... that's not right." Realizing now on how badly Lucy treated him, the young woman sighed and then looked down at the floor. She held her arms for comfort and then looked up at him when he asked her if she wanted to get a drink. Letting go of her arms, a sigh of relief escaped her and a small smile formed on her lips. "Yeah. A drink would be nice." She whispered and moved forward a little, wanting so badly to be close to him "We can get one here. I don't feel like going out." Moving into the kitchen now, Lucy leaned up against the island and sighed "My feelings for you aren't just going to go away Rem. I'm trying but.., it's hard. You're my best friend, you were that to me before everything else and I need you back in my life because I miss you. So if I have to push down my feelings for you in order to have you back then fine." She said, finally pulling out the bottle of Whiskey and pouring two glasses, handing him one "I'm not busy..., and I know it might be early but.. can you--" Stopping herself she shook her head "Never-mind" Lucy said and took a sip of her whiskey, she placed it on the counter and her lips quivered once more "I missed you." She shrugged her shoulders and looked at him, her eyes filled with water “I just want my best friend back.”

[lollucehq]

valentinaxgrady​:

lollucehq​:

“That’s a lovely sentiment that I wish I could relate to, but I believe it has more to do with my mother’s need to control everyone’s lives. I am continuing with my streak of being the disappointment by not being married by now.” She grabbed a box of ice cream cones off the shelf, continuing with her shopping as she spoke to the other woman. “It’s definitely something I’m used to though. Your mom is your mom, y’know? If your mom loves matchmaking as much as mine then we need them to never meet. They’ll join forces and then we’ll both be in big trouble.”

Raising her eyebrows as the other woman spoke, Lucy pulled her teeth between her lips and then continued to listen. Letting out a sigh, she shook her head "You're not the only disappointment, I'm supposed to be married with kids by now and I'm not. I've got a bunch of nieces and nephews, so why my mother is always on my back about that kind of thing is beyond me." Shrugging her shoulders, she looked at the woman and smiled "Oh she does, last year at a brunch thing we do with our neighbors when I go back home, she tried to set me up with one of their sons who I used to have a crush on when I was a kid. He and I both found it so awkward." Grabbing a thing of sorbet she put it in her cart and then continued with "You know that's probably a better idea." She laughed a little and then realized her cart was filled with the things she needed "I'm Lucy by the way, the disappointment of The Baker family."

[lollucehq]

ezralesha​:

lucy baker​ ,

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          “mmm, boozy lunch, very nice,” ezra hums with an approving nod, shrugging off her coat and settling it on the space beside her. and what a relief it is, to have friends who will meet her at the bar in the early afternoon, and spare her from the embarrassment of drinking alone. “same old, same old, really — work is killing me. is there a clinical version of burnout where you’re not overworked, just mind-numbingly bored?” she questions, though she’s quick to wipe the pout off her face. only show your misery in small, manageable doses. sitting a bit more upright, she leans over to sneak a peek at the papers lucy shuffles around. “whatcha working on?”

As Ezra sat down across from her, Lucy laughed a little and then nodded her head "Is it bad to admit that booze helps me think sometimes?" She questioned her friend and then took a bit of the fries that she had almost forgotten was sitting right in front of her. It wasn't the best and healthiest snack to have, but at least it was something "You want some?" Lucy asked the other women and then took another sip of her drink. "Oh no there is, sometimes I feel like that when I'm stuck at the office, that's why I got excited when you wanted to meet here." She said honestly and then smiled again but then shook her head "A little girls bedroom, and a kitchen. Two completely different things but I want to get these sketches done before I push them aside and forget." Lucy finished drawing apart of the little girls bedroom and then continued with “You want some actual food or anything like that? I dont plan on going back to the office till later.” 

[laiwang]

location: faraday gallery status: open to all @fordbaycontent

The idea was to get inspired. Or at least, that’s what he has himself convinced of when he decides to settle down in the remote and random location. If it were possible, Lai would have literally found a place that was the most distance from his family and settled down there without a doubt. For now, Fordbay was that to him – no matter how much he tried to convince the people around it it was merely for inspiration for his work – it was a reprieve from the expectations in his personal life. His work had been untouched for months to be fair. He wrote a sentence and promptly pushed it aside for another few months. Rinse and repeat. The point was he was not producing enough work for his agent to get off his back and stop emailing him frantically on his whereabouts. The idea was to get enough muse for anything at this point to be able to produce something so he could buy himself more time. With the dry spell he was having, he calculated that if he even wrote a chapter or two or nonsense he would be able to get a few more months question free. 

Lai was a writer, not a strategist. Granted, his reasoning and scheming might not be the best but Faraday Gallery had some really beautiful art. If anything could amp up his creative juices certainly it could be vicariously living through other creative beings. After a wander about it becomes apparent he is not going to somehow soak in the auras of the creators who poured their heart and souls into their walk. There is a defeatist sigh when he sinks to a bench head thrown back as he tries to come up with a legitimate excuse to tell his publishing agent. He broke his finger and therefore couldn’t possibly be expected to write?

[lollucehq]

Being her own boss was always a plus, she was able to give herself some time off and the woman was happy about it. Sure she didn't take advantage of it, but on beautiful days like these she did. It was gorgeous out and the woman decided to explore more of Fordbay to get some ideas for her upcoming projects, that was a plus of being an interior designer, inspiration always came to mind no matter where she was or what she was doing. Lucy's little interior design shop was busy, and in her office is where she always hid herself away to get things started but for some reason the woman couldn't think straight today. Getting some fresh air would do her some good she thought to herself. Putting her things into her work bag Lucy always took around, she grabbed her cellphone and wallet and told here coworkers that she'd be back later. Usually to them later from Lucy meant the next morning. She trusted her coworkers well enough to hold down the fort. The Chicago native decided to head over to the art gallery, one of her favorite places to get lost in. 

 Wearing jeans, a yellow top and a jacket the blonde's hair was down and she stood there in front of a piece of art work. Starring at it for a few moments, Lucy took a deep breath and enjoyed the peace and quiet. That was one of her favorite things about art galleries, they were filled with silence and it gave Lucy some time to think. Feeling herself move, she found a bench and sat down. Seeing as someone was sitting next to her, Lucy looked at him and sighed "Do you understand what that piece is supposed to be? I'm trying, but I have no clue."

[rodrigoxfontana]

At: Sixth Mile Bar

For: @lollucehq​

It was just going to be that kind of night. “At this rate I think they should give that Grandpa’s drinks out. You know, to the one’s who can handle their liquor. I knew that the whole cliche with age comes experience was shit anyways.” Rodrigo mumbled, shaking his head at the man he was referencing and his drunken stupor. “I swear if he spills his beer on me I’m smacking him with his own damn cane.”

[lollucehq]

Lucy sat across from Rodrigo and she couldn't help but laugh a little. This man in a bar who Lucy wouldn't even consider old was wasted and the fact that it was bothering Rodrigo made her laugh. Taking a breath she shook her head "Dude he isn't even that old. I mean yeah maybe, but not that old. The bar tender really should cut him off though." Taking a sip of her beer, Lucy looked up at him "Oh geese, listen I don't think that would be the best idea." Shaking her head again, she took another swing of her beer and watched as the older man slurred his words "So what's up with you Rod, anything new going on in your life?" She questioned, folding her arms across her chest now and continued with “You hungry?” 

[lollucehq]

remingtonxdutton​:

lollucehq​:

Time was like an arrow. It just kept moving. Remington still remembered their last encounter. He needed time but to say that he had expected this much of it to go by was unexpected. There were thoughts that passed that he should contact her, but as Remington pushed the opportunity to the side it seemed to never make a dent in reality. When he received her text to say he was shocked would be an understatement. However, he knew that the avoidance game he seemed to unintentionally be playing found it’s end. So, he made his way over to the blonde’s home. Along the drive it was like a camera roll down memory lane. Familiar yet not with these past few months. There was a pinch of unsettling that he encountered and a brief thought of turning back and not facing this meeting was present but not as strong as it was before at the start of all of this. Before he could get too lost in those thoughts his truck was pulling up alongside. He was here now. Only steps away from where she was. His feet led him to the door before he could render himself into turning back and delaying it even more so. Frankly, Remington wasn’t sure if he would have made this jump without that message. Too lost in his own state of mind to make the first move. His own issues with abandonment led him to running away from the chance of getting hurt again. And she had, she knew that. He knew it too. Remington sighed before he knocked at the woman’s front door. He waited. Then soon enough they were face to face again.

I didn’t think I would either. Rem mentally mused to himself. “I said I would.” He spoke softly, trying to ween himself into this conversation. Even if it was only chit chat. Hues looked at the box of randomized items that surely took residence. Memories. Those moments were gone but the memories were still there. Even if they were hidden in the crevices in the man’s mind. “I’m fine.” It surely wasn’t good. The lack of predictability in this exchange he couldn’t lie and say it made him comfortable. And by the look she was currently sporting, the blonde was in the same headspace. “How are you?” He asked in turn. “I suppose this is a lot more controlled then running into each other around town.” Like the last time. Memories of that quickly flooded his mind of those past events. What he seemed to believe to be the nail in the coffin. Even if he got the answers that hurt still resonated. His tone from the comment tried to be witty, but honestly it probably didn’t amount to that. It was his best attempt to break the ice. Calm his nerves at least. And to mirror that with hers he was sure. He cleared his throat. “I actually found this of yours too.” His hand gesturing upwards at a sweater. Clearly female and not his. Remington almost found himself grumbling at what their dynamic had come to. That wasn’t lost on him but the man was all too familiar with how life screwed everyone up. And changing dynamics that one never thought would be.

She wasn't in the mood for this today, but Lucy knew she had to get this done and over with. It was time, and it was time to move on and the only way to do that was to get rid of his things. He didn't want her, he didn't love her and Lucy had come to the relization that she was fine with that no matter how much it hurt her. However it was her fault, she hurt him, and she kept things from him and the woman didn't blame him for not feeling the same way. She just missed her best friend, and she wanted him back but Lucy knew he needed time and maybe that time was over, but who knew. The blonde didn't want to argue today, it would hurt to much. She was finally getting back to semi nomral and Lucy didn't want to ruin that either. Maybe having him over right now wasn't such a good idea, but it was too late and Lucy didn't have the heart to send him home. She tried to control herself, but it was hard, this was hard and Lucy hated it. Taking a deep breath, the woman looked at him and chewed the inside of her lips. She hated small talk, especially with him when they used to talk about everything and anything with one another. 

 Hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like forever, Lucy let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. He was here and all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and not let go,but she couldn't and knew that wouldn't be the best thing to do. "Yeah" Was all she could say quietly, and then took another breath. The cardboard box had his name written on it, big in balck sharpie. She didn't know why she did it, as she was putting his things neatly into the box a while ago, Lucy figured she might as well label it. Hearing that he was fine, Lucy's heart felt heavy and the woman looked down a the floor for a second. Of course he was fine, he was always fine and as she was getting lost within her thoughts, Lucy looked up at him when he asked how she was. "I'm um.. I'm better. Took me a while but I'm fine too.." She lied, well not really, but Lucy was doing better. Laughing nervously, Lucy nodded her head  and then sighed "Yeah a lot more controlled." Letting out a frustraed groan, Lucy walked over and grabbed the box, picking it up and not realzing how many itmes of clothing she had of Remington's until now. She loved sleeping in his clothes, and to be honest the woman decided to keep at least one shirt but he didn't need to know that. Looking at him for a moment, Lucy raised her eyebrows and then smiled softly "I was wondering where that sweater went." Shaking her head, Lucy bit her lips, her eyes still watery from before "I think I left that sweater in your car." Not really remembering, Lucy handed him the box and took a breath "Rem I really am sorry." She said all choked up, and then felt her heart clench in her chest "Please know that I never meant to hurt you, I was.. I was screwed up and dragged you along with me." Lucy looked down and smiled softly “You deserve someone who won't treat you the way I did. You deserve someone who won't keep secrets from you. I.. Im..” Stopping herself, she shook her head “Im really sorry I hurt you.” 

[lollucehq]

halcycrain​:

BAKER, LUCY

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What was once a topic of unbelievable stress turned into one of her favorite things thanks to one Lucy Baker. When Haley decided to hire a professional to help her out with the remodeling of some rooms, she never expected that she’d find a friend in the process, especially not one she’d learn to hold so dear. So when they haven’t talked in a while, Haley couldn’t help but smile all the way to the Lighthouse when the other woman asked her to meet her there. Turning off the engine, Haley got out of her truck and an excited Koda jumped out behind her, immediately having the zoomies. Chuckling, she stowed away the keys in the back pocket of her jeans and approached the silhouette next to the towering building. Once upon a time, when Haley was just a little girl, her grandfather used to tell her stories of Sirens that would come to the land men walked upon just to warn them of their pending doom should they dare to sail that night. Creatures of such beautiful astute, you’d believe them anything. Looking at Lucy now, she could easily be one of them. “Hey, stranger.” She greeted the woman with a genuine smile. “Of course, I’m happy to.” Looking towards the door, she pointed her head in its direction once. “You want to take this inside. Grab a coffee, go to the lantern room?”

As a small business owner, the blonde never knew that it could lead into friendships as well. When she had met Haley, Lucy knew that it was a project at first that brought them together but then it was other things and Lucy was forever grateful for it. Her friendship with Haley was something for the books, and no matter how much time they spent apart the two would always pick up wherever they left off. To Lucy, Haley was like a forever friend and the woman didn't mind that one bit. Sitting on the beach in her spot at the Lighthouse, Lucy smiled softly to herself and watched as the waves crashed up against the shore. Taking out her bag, she took out her notebook, binder and other things she had packed that involved anything that had to do with this project. She looked up when she heard Haley's voice and the young women smiled "Hales!" Lucy said excitedly, and then got up, brushing the sand off her jeans. Letting the cool wind hit her face, Lucy put everything back in her bag "Ugh yes please, as much as I love the beach it's still a little to cold for it I think." She smiled and then continued with "Coffee also sounds amazing right now. How've you been Hales?" She questioned her friend, and grabbed her things and started walking.

[ramosgaby]

location: public street.

with: please assume connection.

@fordbaycontent​

“i’m fine.” she started off when she heard footsteps approaching. despite not knowing if they were passing by or not, she couldn’t stop the words from coming out. if only because she hoped that they would help her as she was a few breaths away from a melt down. “my dog —” her finger pointed to the culprit who was now laid a few feet away, tied to the food truck’s door behind her. “was let out to go for a pee and came back with a rabbit. i didn’t see it until it began to bounce everywhere and i can’t catch it.” her head fell into her hands, knowing that she had a full night of cleaning after she caught the rabbit as to ensure the food truck would be good to cook in tomorrow. yet, she hadn’t even formed a functional plan to catch the wild animal. “at this point, i need all the advice i can get.”

[lollucehq]

lucy always loved walking the streets on a beautiful day like today and the women always loved how there were plenty of food trucks parked on the side of the road close to the sidewalks, it reminded her of home which was chicago, the windy city. especially in downtown, and lucy had decided to grab some lunch for the day before heading back to work. stopping for a moment to take out her wallet, the blonde looked up at the other woman who had said something to her. The brunette seemed to be frazzled, and lucy took a deep breath and then smiled a bit when she saw the other woman pointing to the dog "It came back with a rabbit?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow and then lucy  couldn't help but laugh a little "I mean I can try and help you catch it? I don't know if I'd be much help though." As the dog laid on the ground, lucy continued with “Was this rabbit a pet or was it just a free rabbit? I mean, are you planning on keeping it?” 

[lollucehq]

Who: @remingtonxdutton​

 What: closed starter 

 Where: Lucy’s home 

 When: April 9th, 2021 

 She had lost track of time. She had lost track of time, and to be honest the blonde couldn't remember the last time she had spoken too or seen Remington Dutton. He was her best friend, he was someone whom she eventually fell in love with. That was a lot for her too, Lucy has never been in love, she tried with Jeremy and the blonde thought she was in love with her college boyfriend, but Lucy never really fell in love until she had met Remington. The two had a history, but their relationship after she had kept something so secret from him was never the same. 

It rifted and it was all her fault. She ruined it, she had ruined their relationship and Lucy knew it. The only good thing she had going on in her life back then and the women destoryed it, or at least she tought. Telling him she was in love with him almost crushed her but in a good way, and when he told her that she couldn't be in love with him, Lucy was left broken and embarrassed. It had been quite sometime since she last saw him, and when she decided to pluck up the courage and text him the other day Lucy had no idea what the hell she was doing. 

Making up an excuse that she had a box of his clothing left over, it wasn't an excuse it was the truth but Lucy had always stolen his clothes. From t-shirts, to sweatpants ect the blonde was always found in them the next morning. However when things ended between them, Lucy put Remington's things in a box and now she was about ready to get rid of it. When he had agreeded to come over, the woman wasn't sure how she was going to handle this. Maybe she should've just sent it off to goodwill or try to sell it on line, but this was Remington's things and Lucy couldn't do it. Getting lost within her thoughts, she took a deep breath and jumped a little when she heard the knock on her front door. He was here, he was here and Lucy wasn't ready for this at all. She opened the door and the minute the blonde saw him, a big lump formed in her throat and she felt tears form in her eyes. Lips quivering, Lucy swallowed hard and took a deep breath "I didn't think you'd come. Thank you” Lucy whispered and then sighed.. “I'm sorry, I just.. I'm spring cleaning and I found some of your stuff. Thought you'd might want it back." Lucy told him, trying to make small talk, she shrugged her shoulders and tried to pull herself together. Looking at him, Lucy felt her lips quiver more “How um.. how are you Rem?” She questioned, this was killing her.  

[lollucehq]

jeremylincoln​:

baker, lucy —

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          “Alright,” he slightly groaned, “you gotta stop talking about yourself like that.” There were two reasons things didn’t work out between them; her and him. As much as he liked having someone, for Jeremy, with the mess that his life seemed to be, being friends was better and easier than being someone’s boyfriend. Or their something. His gaze was leveled on her as he sat on the opposite end of the couch, one arm hanging over the back of it as he leaned his long frame against it and the other holding the beer on top of his leg. It had been a long time since they had dated and he knew he still cared for her but Jeremy felt like their relationship had turned out better as friends. Commitment wasn’t the issue for him, it was the fact that back then he couldn’t really make a relationship his first priority like it should be. Now, he no longer had that excuse. Maybe he’d just gotten comfortable on his own. “Why do you think that?” Leaning forward, his beer was set on her coffee table and he swiped her wine glass from her hand. Wine was certainly a different kind of drunk. “It wasn’t just you, Luce. Neither of us tried hard enough and let too much bullshit get in the way. You’ve really gotta stop beating yourself up so much about everything.” Her wine had joined his beer on the coffee table and he returned to his leaning into the cushions position, gaze stuck on her. There was someone else, Jeremy remembered that. Lucy’s heart was tied up elsewhere, so no matter how hard they would’ve tried to make things work it never would have. “Hey,” he chuckled, interrupting her ramblings, “you brought out the wine because you didn’t like the beer I brought.” His lips pulled back into a smile though. “Of course I remember, how could I forget? That was probably my most romantic moment. Be careful, if my girlfriend from uni ever finds that out… she might hate you for it.” A soft laugh rumbled up from his chest. “Is it the beard? Is that what’s making you so nostalgic tonight? Wishing for that shaven face I used to sport back in the day…”

She sat there on her couch, it was her favorite spot in her house. It felt like a sage haven and the blonde wasn't ashamed to admit that to people, especially when she had a glass of wine in her hand. This was different, this felt different she and Jeremy usually don't get deep in their feelings, but tonight for some reason Lucy decided to bring up their past together. Taking a deep breath, she took another sip of her wine and continued to play with her hair, Lucy looked at Jeremy and swallowed deep "Come on Jer, you know it's the truth." She said firmly, looking at him again and the thirty-three year old sighed. She and Jeremy could've worked, aside from the past relationship Lucy just had, the blonde really did think they were good together and even though the two were young, there were times when Lucy had wished she could go back in time and fix things. That was the point of the past though wasn't it? To leave it all behind and make a better future? At least that's what Lucy thought anyway and the blonde felt a lump form in her throat when he asked her why. Taking a deep breath, Lucy finished her second glass of wine and poured herself another. She really should stop, after three the interior designer was totally gone. Looking at him she laughed nervously and then shook her head "Jeremy, you told me you were in love with me and I freaked out. I treated you horribly after that." Taking a sip, she continued to play with her hair and then the blonde pulled her lips between her teeth. As he took the wine from herm, a pout formed on her face and Lucy rolled her eyes "I think I was in love with you back then. I just.. didn't know and I didn't know how to say it at the time. I don't think I ever apologized for everything that happened between us." She said softly, and then looked at him, he looked so different but the same and Lucy looked down at the ground getting lost within her thoughts. She laughed when he had mentioned the alcohol "That's cause' you always choose the worst beer to drink. I like beer, just not this kind." She said shrugging her shoulders and taking a sip of his beer , trying it and then made a face "Yeah.. nope. What the hell is this.." Leaning into him a bit, Lucy let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in "Sometimes I feel secondhand embarrassment from it, but then realized that was probably the most romantic thing any guy has ever done for me. Candle lit dinner, then dancing in your kitchen" Swallowing hard, Lucy smiled softly "I really wanted to make it work with you" She said quietly and then ran her fingers through her hair "Oh god no. Your beard is much more attractive" Lucy joked but was being half honest "I really wanted to be in love with you I just.." Stopping herself, she raised her eyebrows, and then shook her head again and cleared her throat “We had our moments in bed though..” Now it really was the wine talking and Lucy looked at him “So long ago...” 

[georgielarue]

Location: Block B

Tagged: @fordbaycontent​​

Georgie was clumsy. There was no real denying in that. But this time she really outdid herself.

A quick run inside to get a cup of coffee on her way home, how wrong could that go, right? Parking her car close to the coffee shop, she made the brilliant decision to leave everything inside the vehicle and just get out with her keys and wallet, something so simple that wouldn’t take her more than five minutes to do so, and she was right! Before she even realized, she had paid for her drink and was on her way back to her car, already dreaming of her sweats and comfy couch, and holding her coffee to go in one hand and her wallet in the other, she was fishing for her car keys in her pocket, distracted by a car honking on the street that she didn’t see the crack on the floor, tripping on her own feet and dropping her car keys, which graciously decided to fall into. the. drain.

“Fuck.” She was in so much trouble now.

[lollucehq]

The cup of coffee was something Lucy always had to have no matter what time of day it was. Coffee is how she survived nowa days and the blonde didn't mind it. Block B was her favorite spot to grab some cofee and the thirty-three year old had finally walked out after reciving her cup to go and the woman wasn't parked to far away, she was getting lost within her thoughts but then jumped a little when the thirty-three year old herd another woman speak. 

 Lucy turned around and realized it was Georgie. The blonde walked while holding her coffee in hand, hot cup keeping her hands warm from the morning cold. It was supposed to be beautiful weather today but the forecast said rain in the morning. She looked at the brunette and smiled "Hey, you alright?" Lucy questioned, and too9k a sip of her coffee "You need help with anything?" She looked down for a moment and then looked up “You drop something?” 

[timbradford]

Hailey Upton in “Bad Boys” (6x03)

This thing with you and Jorge, it’s not gonna last. It never does with the bad boys. The sooner you realize that, the better.