i'm a one night stand

reagan felicia harper, 25 years old, photographer, your usual friendly neighborhood lesbian.

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Familiar Taste of Memories {Harper Siblings}

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He knew she was okay, not that sort of missing when it was something bad. She took off to do her own thing and, he may have not liked it but he knew she had to do, what she had to do. He had times he wanted to run away to just leave everything. Times got hard for him but he never could do it. He loved his work, his fans and him leaving would upset them and he didn’t want that.  But Regan did her thing for a few years and it was okay. He did took leaving their home state as soon as he could and never really looked back. He wasn’t cut out for the beaches and sunshine, he was made for the busy bright city. But seeing her again, made him smile and feel really good again.

It felt like longer to him since he last saw her. That he wasn’t a teenager anymore, he wasn’t some kid headed off to college.  She wasn’t his little sister that was still the wild one in school. He almost hugged her to long and hard, but he had to do it he missed her. “But it makes me wonder” really he had worry in him on how she got inside and into his dressing room.  “I really hope so  I did miss you….and this place is amazing” he said meaning the city, but his dressing room was great too. “I’ve spent a day or two in here…it’s not that bad” he chuckled “It is…” he said seeing the old Bonnie and Clyde poster and a Newies one too.  “I always told you…and everyone and they laughed but” he went over to a photo he had and picked it up  of his Tony win this year. “I got my second one a few months ago” he smiled he was proud he did it. “but who cares about me, how are you? are you okay?” why… just… I really missed you”

Running away wasn’t planned. Reagan didn’t stop at age eighteen (or any of other age for that matter) and came up with the idea that she wanted to be a runaway, that she wanted to start her life again, brand new, no stopping her. She doesn’t really believe that anyone actually plans ahead to that, at least not much ahead of it. It is something desperate and spontaneous, in more ways than one. Ways she can’t really put to words, but she knows it inside her heart, and she knows too that it was the best for her. That it was what she had to do. Still, seeing Myles and thinking about the years she’d lived without knowing much about him, without being in his life with him... It all made her a little nostalgic for a past she never had. 

“It’s not a big deal how I got in here, I just walked through the back door, that’s all,” she shrugged as she told him simply how she’d gotten in there. It definitely hadn’t been that hard, and that honestly made Rey worry a little about her brother’s safety in that place. Maybe he didn’t have any crazy ass fans, but maybe he did, and maybe they could find a way to get inside there. “It is quite amazing, this place, yeah. And it’s kinda weird that you had to sleep here one or twice, although great that it isn’t too horrible to do that.” She paced around, looking at the walls and all the posters, and then at the posters Myles was showing her. She smiled as she listened to him. “I’ve always known you could do it, Myles. You always did anything you set your heart and mind to. If there’s one thing were great at, that thing was getting what you wanted.” She turned to him and smiled gently. “I know you did. I heard about it on the internet, I... I was very happy for you,” Reagan told him honestly. “Oh, me? I’m okay. I guess I’ve never been better, actually. But I’ve missed you, too, big brother.” She playfully punched his arm with a half-happy, half-sad smile. The moment brought her as many bad memories as good ones, too, but she was really glad to be seeing Myles again.

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Cookies sounds like the best possible option. I mean, they always sound like the best possible option. Cookies are the best. Way better than wandering the neighborhood. I mean, unless that’s your thing.

Cookies are the greatest of things, that I agree with. And although wandering around is kinda my thing, I very much love doing so while or after eating cookies. Which is what I did.

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It’s epic and I’ve already watched it twice. And then I had to go and watch all the movies it referenced.

That sounds like a lot of work, and if I happen to have some time to do that, then maybe I will. But I did start watching it last night and I reached minute 31 before I went out to do something else. Seemed interesting though, gonna continue today.

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Maybe take a walk to get the stuff for baking? So you can kill two birds with one stone?  But oh i dont know what that is but that sounds bad.

Well, I already had all the ingredients, so that wouldn’t have made much sense, I suppose. But either way, I ended up eating cookies and watching half an episode of Stranger Things before I bolted to check the city out.

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Familiar Taste of Memories {Harper Siblings}

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It was a couple hours before the show and Myles spent the first few running around town. He was yet again trying to plan something else to  do, adding more to his already full plate. But it was part of who he was and a way to cover up some feelings he had been having lately. He couldn’t feel sad and alone if he never had any time to really be alone. After a meeting, walking his dogs in the park he dropped them off at home before he headed down to his theater. He always did like spent his free hours there when he could. He had a few hours before his next  show and had more paperwork and things to go over. After grabbing  a bagel from his favorite shop he walked into the theater saying hello to his friends along the way.

Soon as he was walking down the back hallway he was told someone saw his door closing but didn’t see anyone. That was weird, maybe they saw something or did someone sneak in. He had heard about it happening before fans sneaking in and wanting to take things, sell steal them. Worried he slowly walked to the door and took a moment before he opened it and slammed the door. “I’ll let…” he stopped almost dropping his food seeing who was in front of him. It took a moment, that felt so long, but really was a second to see who it really was. “ Regg…’ he said putting his stuff down he went over and hugged her. “Regan…..you’re here…” he said and held her close, maybe a bit to tight. “God… wait…how did you get in here?”

Looking at Myles, Reagan suddently felt the urge to up and run again. Run out of the theatre, grab her bags at her house and flee, once again, to this time never come back. Not because she didn’t want to stay there, she really did want to stick around and at least try to make up for seven lost years in their relationship. But as much as she wanted to stay there, facing and dealing with her past fuck ups made her anxious. She was nervous to see how Myles would react to her being there, fully being there, living there and trying to build their sibling link again. She’d be lying if she said their relationship was just as she’d left off, especially because she was an whole different person. 

Reagan’s expression was calm as Myles said her name and went to hug her. A tight hug, one that didn’t physically suffocate but certainly flooded her mind with thoughts about how she’d left her big brother, someone who was nothing but supportive of her her whole life, and went off into the big world without a word. It’d been seven years since she’d felt his hug, and, almost before it ended, she calmed herself into his embrace, hugging back finally. “It doesn’t matter how I got here, I just..,” she started, but quickly stopped. “I’m here, yeah. I’m... I’m gonna be here for a while, Myles, I don’t know how long, but maybe... Maybe for good. New York, I mean. I’m not gonna live in this dressing room, that’d be insane.” She managed to crack a uncomfortable and awkward laugh, scratching the back of her neck and she stepped one step away from him and turned to the poster on the wall. “That’s you,” Rey pointed to it, “this,” she said motioning to the whole room, “this is all you. You’re... When I left you were a college student and now... I knew this would happen.” She turned to him again, a smile creeping on her face.

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I’m sorry. I always forget people don’t always want to hear my life story. But thank you. You’ve been very sweet.

You know, everybody is different. I’m sure that if I wasn’t so closed off, which is gking of a problem of mine, I’d be more open to people about my own life. So it’s not necessarily a problem to tell people your story. But hey, if you do feel the need to share your life story, even if it isn’t really for the other person, but just because you need to let out frustrations, I’m great with dealing with people dumping frustration on me! You’re welcome. It doesn’t hurt to me kind.

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Lady Liberty|| Nyx-Reagan

Here she was. Inside the statue of Liberty and waiting for a stranger to come meet her so they could drink and hopefully get into other fun activities. The brunette was somewhat drunk at a bar and for some crazy reason, decided it would be an excellent idea to find herself slipping through the cracks and climbing all the way to the top of lady liberty herself. In her mind, it wasn’t crazy, it was just who she was. How she lived her life. There were so many thoughts running through her head and of course that meant slipping out her phone and throwing a post. She wasn’t shitfaced yet. Getting a load of responses only one caught her eye. The name @reaganxharper caught her eye and before she knew it, they were both making plans to have them snuck in. In truth, Nyx didn’t know what to expect nor did she care, it was all about having a good time. Eventually, she received a text and made her way down through the back, letting them know that;s where she;d be. Nyx, unhooked the latch and called out. “Come with me if you want to live” She laughed, holding it pen and expecting the person to run. 

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To be honest, Reagan’s day had been quite dull. She’d arrived in New York the night before and met with Myles the same night, leaving the boxes to be unpacked in the morning. Thing is, when morning came, she gently put that task to the side, opting to just ignore them completely. Don’t get it wrong, she did open the first box and she did unpack a couple of things, but it all seemed so boring she just decided to go out and buy ingredients for cookies. Hours passed and there she was, doing anything she could find herself doing but unpacking her few boxes. New York was turning out to be way more boring than what 18-year-old Reagan had imagined it to be. Maybe it was because her young mind pictured herself walking through Times Square with the love of her life while fun, New Yorker characters walked passed, when in fact, here is her 25-year-old self, sitting on a couch eating cookies. Blessed she felt when she noticed a certain tweet about a certain violation that certainly excited her. Sneaking into the Statue of Liberty had never particularly crossed her mind, but now that she had heard about it, she couldn’t think of doing anything else right now. So Rey and this Nyx woman started setting the whole thing up, and Nyx was going to sneak Reagan into the Statue with her, all she had to do was show up at the base. Which is where she was thirty minutes later. She started at the landmark as if it was a miracle, and only looked down when she heard a voice call out for her. In the middle of a light laughter she ran over to the person she could only asume was Nyx, and entered what was going to possibly be the most unexpected night of the last year. “Fuck, this is awesome,” she murmured mostly to herself, contemplating the whole of the situation. Reagan could barely contain her excitement, her sense of adventure speaking lourder than anything else.

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It really is. And doesn’t look good on screen so that’s probably out. And it’ll probably make people uncomfortable so my whole career might be out the window. I’m just hoping enough heels that I can just cover up and be good with things.

Wow sorry I’m sure you didn’t want to hear any of this at all. I don’t get to talk to too many people around here so I tend to just go off when I do. I’m sorry.

Hm, well, I won’t lie, it is quite a lot and I wasn’t really expecting to be hearing about all this, but it is okay. I get what it is like not getting to talk to a lot of people, and I’m a good listener, so you can talk to me if you want, you can go off. It’s not a problem. And, you know, I’m hoping you’ll cover up and be good, too. 

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They definitely can be. Some fans can be a bit too intense. Oh, I‘m going to get a big head if you keep this up!

Yeah, like, some fans stalk their idols and like, are kinda violent and stuff. Super intense, ask John Lennon. You’re entitled to a big head. I’d have a big head if I were heavenly like you.

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I’m not sure how much of a bright side it is if you don’t need make up. It’s not great for sure. I feel like my body is all one big scar. I’ve got the place where the actual burns were and then where they took the grafts from so honestly probably 30-35% of me has scars now. It’s weird to think about. Maybe. Most contracts are year by year and I had already signed this one and if I don’t do anything this season, someone else will come along who’s good and they’ll keep them. I’m just hoping to be able to do online stuff.

Well, damn, well... That’s a lot, yeah... But anyway, whatever you do end up doing for your work, I’m sure you’ll be great. And even if someone else comes along, I’m sure you’ll find a way to do something.

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I will credit anything and everything you say about me to you so. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Cults scare me but you could do something less intense? Fanclub? Those aren’t too scary. Sometimes.

Cool, nice to know, then. You’re right, cults are kind of a creepy thing, but then again, so are fanclubs, in my opinion. I think I’ll just stick to quietly worshiping you in my head, ‘cause you’re goddamn God on Earth, dude, Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous.

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@callmenyx: i speak in metaphors and riddles to confuse people

@callmenyx: and i'm your type? must be my lucky night. and the fun doesn't have to end there

@reaganharper: you have succeeded, then, cause im confused

@reaganharper: apparently so, you are, which is one hell of a welcome back into this country. well, when /does/ the fun have to end, right? endless fun is the most fun of funs

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I just want it to look less scary. Right now I could be an extra on AHS and not need make up. They’d all believe me. It’s very big. I was doing their coverage for Monday Night Football. It was so awesome. I was contracted to do it again but I don’t think I’ll be able to travel how they need me to. That sounds perfect. I’m Roxy St. Cloud. It’s nice to meet you Reagan.

Oh, c’mon, look at it from the bright side; you’d be at least making some money as an extra! But seriously though, you’ll be fine, and I bet it’s not that scary. Monday Night Football, huh? Go Buccaneers! Maybe you can do it next season, after you’ve healed and stuff? It’s nice to meet you too, Roxy!

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@callmenyx: i am a card of many trades. whats that one from ha

@callmenyx: i'm your kind of people? this night just got even better. considering i met you online and youre coming over with beer. this excites me

@reaganharper: i don't even know, but sounds kinda modern-y and poetic

@reaganharper: well, unusual and unexpected?! sounds like my type, yknow? but yeah, beer and statue of liberty? couldnt be a bad night

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#callmenyx: I'm not a common person

@callmenyx: sounds like my kind of time, i'm full of the unexpected

@reaganharper: that is the most 'line outta john green book' thing i've heard today, so thats fun lol

@reaganharper: but it's nice to know you're not a common person, and more of an unexpected person. that's my kind of people right there.

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I would put that everywhere if it didn’t seem to come of cocky from me but I will accept the compliments. Delilah Steele, at your service.

Feel free to credit those to me, if it makes you seem any less cocky. Although cocky isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’m Reagan Harper and it is the biggest of pleasures to meet you, Delilah. Well, Miss Steele, I think I’m gonna start a cult for you because you are certainly worthy of some worshiping.

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I hope so. I mean there’s some stuff that’ll be obvious for the rest of my life but I just hope they’re not nightmare inducing. I was an on air reporter for ESPN. I’ve been doing some online work now and they’re going to assess my job in a month or so. If you’re sure I’ll take them. I’ll never turn down chocolate chip cookies.

I guess some stuff do stay forever, but that’s inevitable and they also can help us grow as human beings and as part of society, so we’ll just hope that that’s the case, yeah? Oh, that sounds like a cool job you have there! I don’t really know much about sports but if I’m not mistaken ESPN is kinda super big, huh? Cool, I’ll get them to you in the morning, how’s that? Ah, hey, I’m Reagan, by the way, Reagan Harper.