#p;joe

[eleanorkingston]

Without the Bitter the Sweet Isn't as Sweet

Eleanor’s eyes squinted agains the bright Georgian sun. She just finished another long shift and was excited to head home. The walk wasn’t so bad and it would give her time to look over the paperwork she had to deal with. Slinging her back pack over her shoulder, manicured fingers flipped through the pages she had to fill. 

Pulling a pen out, she scribbled notes onto the pages. Lost in her own world and unaware of her surroundings as she body checks into a wall. An electric feeling shook through her body.

And walls don’t spill hot coffee.

“Fuck.” She cursed, hissing as the hot liquid seeped through her shirt. Eleanor shook out the pages but saw the brown stains marring her work. So much for that. 

“You know is it so hard to ask for one good day?” She exclaims looking into the blue sky, unsure if anyone was listening. “I’m sorry about that.” Looking down at her own shirt, “I wasn’t looking and suddenly––”

There he stood. 

A ghost from past endeavors but it couldn’t be. How was he here?

“Hudson? As in my Joseph Hudson?” Eleanor asks unbeknownst to have claimed him like they were still in high school. God, she hadn’t seen him in years. “When did you... How did you... What are you... Hi?”

@josephhudson

[eleanorkingston]

Somewhere Only We Know

Eleanor pulled into her driveway after a long shift, she sighed feeling the day become heavy on her shoulders. The drunk driver made a mess in the ER, she stayed behind to help others at the scene then worked her night and day in the hospital. It wasn’t until her boss threatened to remove her vacation days did she comply to take the next few days off. 

“Fuck.” She mumbles, looking down at her swollen pinky. Thankful that nothing a Tylenol and icing can’t fix. Walking up to her door, eyes look up to fall upon a familiar figure, sitting on her porch step. 

He looked exhausted. 

She wondered what caused his restless nights. 

Inwardly groaning as this wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have right now. All she could ask for was a good night’s rest but even that might be a difficult feat. The woman hadn’t seen him since they last slept together, since she walked out before the rising sun. 

“Joseph?” Eleanor asks, walking up her porch. She felt like a mouse walking right into the Lion’s den. “Hey... What are you doing here?” Taking a step up, she leans against the banister and gives him a small smile. 

“You’re not hurt are you?” Hazel eyes give him a quick once over, a picturesque version of a man who’s seen things no mortal should. “Because I’m technically off the clock.” She tries to lighten the mood only to be blanketed by a heavy emotion she couldn’t describe. 

Still silence.

“I uhm–– Meant to call you. Or reach out at least... Send a carrier pigeon. Message in a glass bottle kind of thing.” Eleanor admits, never liking the idea of him being just a one night stand. “But the hospital was swamped and I’m sure you were busy too.” She justifies her lack of response. “I was eventually going to drop by the station to see you but it looks like you beat me to it.” She gestures as he graced her her front porch.

@josephhudson

[ttyldems-blog]

Boy or Girl || Jemi

Walking into the living room holding a little white envelope Demi placed a few pillows on the floor along with a blanket, sitting down on a pillow the girl pulled the blanket over her as she pulled her knees up as far as she could. Today was the day, she was finding out what her baby was. It was exciting, just the thought of being able to pick a name, the colors, and get a nursery done? It seemed right to get it out of the way rather than waiting the last minute to complete all the tasks. Leaning back against the couch the girl played with the envelope as she waited for Joe to get back.