@valentinabardot - Tumblr Blog

arya-grey:

Arya was startled by how quickly the subject seemed to change, and even more startled by what the other woman was holding. She had seen the picture before, sure. Her father had, had the very same one in their family photo album. But what was she doing with it? And how could she possibly know that Arya was the baby in the photo? As the pads of her fingers swept across the image, Arya stole a glance in the blonde’s direction before carefully unfolding the sheet of paper.

“W.. What.. Why? Why do you have this?” Stumbling over her words, Arya could feel her body begin to tremble with anxiety. There was no possible explanation for why the stranger had access to all of these relics from her past. Unless. Unless her mom had hired someone to find her. “Please tell me you don’t know my mother. Please tell me she isn’t looking for me.”

The reaction was worse than she expected. But who wouldn’t be upset over their life changing completely in the blink of an eye? She didn’t know how to explain why she had those things, there was no right way to do it. “I just...” Valentina frowned, looking away from the stare of the woman in front of her. She shook her head at the question. She doesn’t want to see her mother, why would she want to know anything about me? Her thought running wild, coming up with the worst scenarios as to how this would end.

“No, she’s not looking for you but I am. You see...” A sigh escaped, followed by a nervous laugh. “The reason why I have that is because... that’s my mother too.” Her blue eyes staring right into hers, a big weight lifted off her shoulders the moment those words slipped from her lips.

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. arya »

erinkards:

Hmm.. peculiar, Erin thought, eyes washing over the blonde. Was she an angry customer? A loyal one? A friend of Dusty’s? Tilting her head, she decided against the former, realizing she probably would’ve recognized her if that was the case. Clearing her throat, she sits up straight at her question, a bit stunted by the topic. “—Uh, well… no, not really.” The brunette strugged, feeling a bit uncomfortable. What was she supposed to say to that? Oh. “…I mean, she’s my boss,” she cringes a bit, still feeling a bit weird by the whole ordeal. She had been so used to Dusty being around, getting adjusted to Arya, never mind their history, was still extremely hard getting used to. “Valentina,” she echoes. “That’s pretty, not really something you hear everyday,” she chuckles a bit. “—Erin,” she greets with a short grin.

“Oh, that’s okay.” Val mumbled, slightly disappointed by the answer. By the way the woman reacted she kinda got the feeling there was something more there but she didn’t want to be nosy. Shaking off her thought, a smile appeared on her lips at her compliment. “Thank you. I like my name but sometimes people don’t know how to pronounce it for some reason.” A small shrug of her shoulders, she nodded. “That’s a pretty name too.” Clearing her throat, Val gave one more look around the place before her attention settled back on the woman. “Well, it was really nice meeting you and maybe I’ll see you around sometime. Seems like I’ll be staying a little longer than planned.”

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. erin »

arya-grey:

Arya was surprised to hear that the other woman had been looking for her specifically. Especially when any other one of her employees would have been able to help with this inquiry. “Okay, and.. What did you need to talk to me about? If you’re donating them, that is. We do buy records as long as they’re in good condition. But I can only promise you about 30% of what we would resell them for. Do you have them with you, so I can take a look?” She nodded toward the other woman, who was clearly empty-handed. Something about this situation seemed odd to her, and frankly, it was the last thing she wanted to be dealing with in her current state of mind.

Is this really the best you can do? Valentina thought to herself as she tried to come up with a better excuse, but no words left her mouth. Please say something, anything. By now she had probably already scared the woman with the awkward and nervous state she was in. The silence lasted for a moment as she reached into her purse, she grabbed the picture she had found along with the birth certificate. It was folded in half. Taking a few steps closer, she handed it over to her.

“I’m actually here because of that.” Taking a deep breath in, her eyes stared at her face as the next words left her mouth. Her palms were sweating, she didn't know how the woman would react. She took if pretty hard when she found out and she couldn't imagine what was going through her head. But Val was afraid it wouldn't be the reaction she had been hoping for.

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. arya »

noralisebroderick:

The odd note to the woman’s tone caught Nora’s attention, and her head tipped slightly to the side in amusement. There was definitely more to this ‘family friend’ than her counterpart was letting on, and Nora wondered how much to press the issue. Focusing on someone else’s drama instead of her own would certainly be a lot more entertaining than, say, anything going on in her life right about now.

“Who’s the family friend?” she pressed, “Do I know them?” After a moment or two, Nora recovered to answer the question posed of her. It would perhaps make her counterpart more likely to offer up information of her own. “Left town to get married, back in town because I got divorced. That about covers it, I think.”

She brought her hand to her mouth, biting at her nails for a second when she was questioned about the person she came to see. “Um... Arya Grey. Do you know her?” her interest sparked, maybe she’d get some information before meeting her.

Clearing her throat, she took a few steps inside to take a better look at the place as she waited for her to get back with her treats. “I’m sorry to hear about that. You seem to be doing pretty good around here. Is the place yours?” Val’s eyes roamed the room, being an architect she always looked at things differently. “I like it.”

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. nora »

filmgifs

Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

#𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❋ — 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

suchamandaseyfried

Amanda Seyfried for «Lancôme»

#❋ — 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 « 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 »

stars-bean

The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

valentinabardot

@arya-grey

#𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ❋ — 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #— « ft. arya grey »

marcusturncr:

Marcus tended to take his lunches on days he was at the gym, which tended to be most days, anywhere nearby where he could easily access alcohol. After all, he needed something to drown the pain away of what his life had become. He was stuck running a gym in a crappy, little town that was the furthest place from Marcus’ idea of where he wanted to be in life at this point.

He was nursing his second beer when he heard an extremely familiar voice, but one he never in a million years expected to hear in Mystic. He immediately turned around, nearly choking on his beer as he did so. “Val??” he questioned, too stunned to say anything for a moment or two. But then he was immediately on his feet, reaching forward to pull her into a tight hug. When he’d finished, he brought his hands down to her shoulders so he could hold her at arms’ length, as if inspecting to see if she was really there in front of him. “My uncle left his old gym here in town to me. I made the move a couple weeks ago.” he answered, hoping to avoid the real reason he had left New York. Although, this was Val, she’d probably be the only person he would feel comfortable talking about it with. “What are you doing here, missy?” he asked, finally taking his seat after he pulled out the stool next to his so she could sit down as well.

Her icy blue eyes widened, matching the excitement of the man in front of her. Before she could say anything, he pulled her in for a tight embrace. It’s been a while since the last time Valentina saw him, but they would often text each other just to keep contact. “It is me.” A laugh escaped, nodding as he spoke. She knew from the tabloids what had happened, and after all, it was New York and people talk. Especially in their circle, she learned years ago not to trust anyone. Val knew Marcus since they were kids though, and she didn’t believe anything from the tabloids. She’s been there a few times too.

“You running a gym? Here? Look at you, who would’ve thought.” Her lips curled up to welcome a smirk as she took a seat next to him, clearing her throat at the question. Was she ready to talk about it? No one knew yet. Even Val herself was still trying to wrap her head around it. “Well...” Raising her hand she called the bartender to ask for a drink. “Can I have a gin and tonic? Thank you.” She was trying to put her thought into words, sighing she turned to face him properly. “I have a sister. Half sister, actually. My mom... she had her before she met my dad.” She reached for the drink that was placed in front of her to take a sip. That was the first time she had said that out loud.

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. marcus »

erinkards:

People stopping by for Arya wasn’t a new thing. After all, she did own the place and although it was weird as fuck hearing her name at Dusty’s this often, Erin did get used to it after a while. It took a lot for the brunette to be okay with all of this. She had changed, significantly since coming back to the store, and even though her natural instinct was to fuck with anyone who needed Arya, she decided against it. Erin knew she had to grow up sooner or later… “You’re at the right place,” She smiled softly, resting her elbows on the counter. “I haven’t seen Arya around though, but… I can give her a ring, if it’s that important.” Fuck, when was the last time I even talked to her on the phone? “Or… you know, leave a message or something.” Yeah, that’s better. “Unless you’d like to wait around. She might be out doing…. you know, owner stuff out in the real world.”

Well, it wasn’t her. Valentina noticed how her attitude changed at the mention of the name, not sure why. Scratching the back of her head, a sigh fell from her lips. “Um... no, it’s okay. It can wait. I might take a walk around and come back later.” Her fingers tapped gently against the desk as she thought for a moment; she probably knew her, maybe she could find out a few things from her.

“Are you friends with Arya? I don’t really now her well...” Or at all. “By the way, I’m Valentina, you are?” Her arms folded across her chest, her expression relaxed, showing the girl a faint smile.

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. erin »

bob-belcher

arya-grey

@valentinabardot

noralisebroderick:

The other woman’s humility was the only reason Nora wasn’t, realistically, scolding her a little bit more. An apology in times like these went a long way. While Nora was packaging the woman’s croissants, she stole a glance up at her, and decided to try her hand at smalltalk.

“So, I’ve been gone for awhile, but I can tell you’re not from here. What brings you to town?” Her counterpart offered an apology, and Nora dismissed it with a wave of the hand. Honestly, she was already here, so there was no sense fretting over the time. The sooner the woman was served, the sooner she’d be on her way. But, being a little nosy never hurt anyone, right?

A laugh escaped her lips at the question. Of course she wasn’t from Mystic, but was it that obvious? Probably. “No, I’m not from around here. I’m from New York, came here to look for a family... friend. Still not sure how long I’ll be staying.” She cleared her throat, shaking off her thoughts for a second.

Val leaned against the doorframe as she waited, teeth sinking into her lower lip. “You said you’ve been gone. What brings you back to town?” The blonde woman asked, hoping no lines were crossed. “It looks like a nice place to live.”

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. nora »

arya-grey:

STARTER: CLOSED LOCATION: DUSTY’S RECORDS

Today happened to be one of those days. The kind of day where Arya wanted to turn around and walk out of Mystic as though nothing had ever happened. The weight of her new responsibility was finally getting to her and it felt as though one small comment from a difficult customer might be just the thing to finally unravel her. Taking a step outside, the brunette took a moment to breathe in the fresh afternoon air as she leaned herself back against the building’s exterior. While she was proud of herself and all that she’d done to help her father’s business, something felt like it was missing. Not only from the store, but from her life. Something she couldn’t buy or replace — Dusty, himself

Just as she’d managed to calm herself down, Arya noticed a customer enter her peripherals. And while the timing couldn’t have been any worse, she was faced with the reality of the situation. With Erin teaching a guitar lesson and her only other employee on break, Arya was the only person left to work the sales floor. Sighing under her breath, she braced herself before turning to face the blonde with as much enthusiasm as she could force into her voice. “I’ll be inside in a sec, if there’s anything I can help you with.”

@valentinabardot

Valentina had lost count of how many times she had drove down the street trying to find the right time to actually get out of the car, as her fingers tapped gently against the wheel. It’s been a couple days since arrived to Mystic and the more time it passed, the more complicated the situation seemed to be. When she finally stepped out, her eyes spotted the dark haired woman standing outside, she didn't know her but one look was enough to know — it was her.

Taking a few steps closer, a hand tucking her hair behind her ear trying to appear calm, with a serious expression on her face, frozen for a second before taking in a deep breath. "Actually... yes. Arya, right? I came by the other day and a girl told me you’d be working today.” She couldn’t drop the bomb in that moment, it wasn’t the right way to do it. Clearing her throat, she shrugged her shoulders casually. “I was looking to donate a few records I have rotting at home, so I was hoping to talk to you about it.”

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. arya »

erinkards:

Engrossed in a game of online solitaire, Erin’s inability to focus on anything else truly shined, completely taken by attempting to complete the game in a timely manner. It was a Tuesday and it was always slow as fuck before 2pm, which called for using the company’s computer to play games. What else was she gonna do? Restock the shelves? She smirks to herself, nearly finished, until she hears someone call for her attention. Brought to reality, she turns for a moment, glancing at the figure quickly. “Just a sec!” she calls out, the timer turning red, indicating she failed. “For fucks sake,” she groans, exiting out of the game before getting to her feet, facing the blonde. “—Fuck solitaire, am I right?” Erin sighs, shaking her head. “Anything I can help you with?”

Valentina couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the woman’s reaction as she walked closer to the front desk where she was, eyeing the computer’s screen to get a quick glance of what she was doing before crossing looks with her. “Oh, I get you, I am not good with games.” Nodding her head, she tried to find the words to explain the reason she was there, what if she was the person she came her looking for? All she had was a very old photograph of her.

“Well... I’m not sure. I’m looking for Arya, I was told I could find her here.” A shrug of her shoulders as her hand ran through her hair. Suddenly she wanted to run out of there and forget everything but it was done. “I kinda need to talk to her and it’s important.”

#❋ — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 « ft. erin »

harlow-reid:

Harlow was sitting behind the front desk, skimming through pages of a new poetry book she had just picked up at Hailey’s Comet. It was a slow night, as most of them were at the motel. She was holding on to the last bits of the quiet before the traffic into the motel picked up a little as it usually did in the summer. Hearing someone enter, her eyes pulled away from the pages to the blonde standing at the counter. Standing up she nodded, as she shook the mouse to wake up the computer. “Yeah! Any preference to what floor you’re on?” she asks, matching the smile of the other. “Oh, and yeah, totally. We take cards.” Clicking through the computer to start a new reservation she glanced up. “Visiting Mystic for the first time?” she asks, not wanting to come across as nosey, because in reality, Harlow didn’t care about what those staying at the motel were doing as long as it didn’t affect her or someone else negatively. She was just slowly getting better at small talk and being a better owner of the motel. It wasn’t the most exciting job, but it gave her something to do, something to put her energy into in the small town.

The friendly attitude from the woman behind the desk made Valentina feel more comfortable. Her life had changed completely in less than 24 hours and she appreciated people being nice to her, even if that was their job. “I’ll just take the best room you have.” A sigh fell from her lips, adjusting her bag on her shoulder (she really knew how to overpack).

“Yes, that’s right... Actually, I’m here to see family so I might stay around for a while.” She said with a grin, she was very positive things would turn out better than expected and she’d be back home in no time, or at least she hoped. “What do people do around here for fun? It looks like a very nice town so far and I want to explore.”