#but also the green suit is very enticing

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forsy flaunting about in the gorgeous green suit that brings out his eyes while ekkys still out feels like a torture simulator

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Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 8

Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)

Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁

Chapter Warnings: Bathtub shenanigans, sexy/soothing massage, thigh riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

Word Count: 3,511

A/N: Here's Ch. 8. I so appreciate all the love and support you're all giving this series. Hope you enjoy the latest installment. ❤️

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Y/N sat down on the thick, satin blanket that covered the massive bed and ran her hand across the cool, smooth material, marveling at the room around her.

One thought came to her mind; Dean was definitely paying for this hotel. Sam and Jessica were doing well financially, but they could never afford something so incredibly luxurious.

The floors were marble, with thick, plush rugs placed around the room, warming it up both figuratively and literally. The walls were polished mahogany and home to pieces of art that likely cost more than her entire salary for three years. 

There was also a large, round, mahogany table and four, spindle-legged chairs that sat around it. In the northernmost corner of the room, sat two green, velvet-upholstered chairs with another small mahogany table between them. The chairs had wide seats and were so comfortable looking that Y/N wanted to immediately cuddle up with a book and spend a rainy afternoon eating sweets and not moving.

There were two tall, wide windows with window seats that allowed a person a perfectly unobstructed view of the beautiful hotel gardens. Because it was Christmastime, the evergreen trees in the garden were decorated with red bows, cranberries and strings of shiny beads. It was cheery and beautiful. Her suite did indeed have a private entrance that connected to these gardens and she couldn't wait to wander through them on a sunny winter day.

She also had a beautiful, private bathroom complete with a built-in bathtub that looked large enough to swim in.

Dean had told her that the staff was available to her day and night and that they would make her whatever meals she requested, she need only ask.

Y/N was trying very hard not to succumb, and immediately agree to Dean's offer. She knew she shouldn't be so easily corrupted by wealth and luxury, but she wasn't hypocritical enough to pretend that this kind of extravagance wasn't incredibly enticing.

There was a discreet knock at the door and Y/N went to answer it. When she opened the door a young woman in a maid's uniform stood on the other side. Behind her stood a very short man in an elegant suit.

Before Y/N could ask who they were, the gentleman pushed his way in, followed by numerous beautiful women dressed in stunning gowns. Y/N was somewhat taken aback by the opulence and beauty entering her hotel suite.

The man walked briskly up to her, standing very close. "My name is Mr. Lowen. I have the premiere dress salon in New York and Mr. Winchester has hired me to outfit you completely. Today we will measure you and get your opinion on some of these styles. Within three days we will have an entire wardrobe for you. You will love it."

Mr. Lowen had a high pitched voice with a southern drawl to it that Y/N found quite charming. She merely nodded, slightly dazed, and Mr. Lowen led her over to the window seat while they looked over the many gowns modeled by the women.

At first Y/N was shy to give her opinion, simply telling Mr. Lowen that yes, she liked this dress and that shoe. But he eventually managed to cajole actual opinions out of her. Yes, she loved that deep blue color, no she didn't like the puffed sleeve. She liked shoes that were simple in design, but made from fine materials.

After looking at the gowns, every inch of Y/N was measured, from head to toe, as Mr. Lowen made notes in a small notepad.

Before she knew it, two hours had passed and he was saying goodbye and kissing her on both cheeks. He promised to return in three days to personally deliver her new wardrobe.

Her guests left in a flurry of activity, and the silence and calm that followed felt soothing. Y/N decided to continue the decadence and began to draw herself a bath. The water was warm as it poured into the large tub. 

There were so many different oils and soaps on the shelf beside the tub that Y/N took quite a while deciding which to use. She finally settled on a lavender scented oil and a soap with a light rose scent. She poured some of the oil into the water before turning off the taps and climbing in.

A groan left her lips as the warm water surrounded her muscles. The gentle lavender scent of the oil made Y/N worry for a moment that she might fall asleep in the tub.

Then she heard the door leading from the gardens open and Dean's voice calling her name. Suddenly she was wide awake, her body pulsing. 

He came into the doorway of the bathroom and stopped. He slowly leaned himself against the frame and allowed a sly smile to spread across his face.

"Enjoying the facilities, I see.”

Y/N nodded, shy for a moment. But then she reminded herself that she was practicing boldness and trying out audacity, so she leaned back in the tub.

"Join me?" She asked, allowing all her desire to show in her expression as she opened her arms to reveal herself to Dean. She was thrilled at the lust that exploded behind his jade green eyes.

She licked her lips as she watched him strip out of his many layers of clothes. Finally he stepped, naked, into the tub behind her. Some of the water sloshed out of the tub as he pulled her back against him. It felt much nicer to recline against his warm, hard body than against the cold porcelain of the tub.

They lay like that for a while, Dean's arms wrapped around her and his chin resting on the top of her head. Eventually though, he sat her up and began washing her hair. He poured warm water over her scalp using the porcelain pitcher next to the tub. Then he took the rose-scented soap and lathered her hair before moving down to her neck and shoulders. He bathed all of her, and in spite of the intimacy of his touches, Y/N found only comfort there. She felt pampered and spoiled and it inexplicably made her want to cry a little.

After rinsing her off completely, Dean stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist. He pulled open a closet Y/N hadn't even noticed before, and removed a plush, cozy dressing gown. He helped Y/N out of the tub and rubbed a thick towel briskly over her skin before wrapping her up in the dressing gown. 

He drained the tub and then led her over to the bench at the vanity. She sat down and allowed him to towel her hair before he began to run a brush gently through the strands.

All the while, through all of his ministrations, he talked to her; about his day, about his company, the rivals he was going to war with and the people he hoped to bring in as allies and partners. He told her amusing anecdotes about his employees and Y/N learned two new things about him. He was incredibly proud of his work, and he loved the people who worked for him. He talked about their families and knew all about their lives.

As he pulled her hair into a loose braid, Y/N couldn't remember the last time she had felt this at peace and content.

Then his clever, long fingered hands found the lavender oil and began a slow, delicious torture.

He pulled her dressing gown off of her shoulders and applied warm, lavender scented pressure to her shoulder blades. Without meaning to, Y/N let out a groan that surprised her in its animalistic nature.

Dean seemed completely unsurprised and merely chuckled. He slipped her dressing gown down to her waist and caressed long, strong strokes of oil into her torso and down her arms. Strong fingers spread warmth and moisture into her breasts and Y/N felt the now familiar fire shoot into her core, and the tension began to build for real.

Dean stood her up, removing the dressing gown completely. He got down on one knee in front of her and, using more oil, ran his hands from her left hip, down her thigh and calf, his fingers brushing a burning heat into her skin before doing the same to her right leg.

Then, before she could blink, he moved to sit down on the vacated bench and pulled her face down across his lap. For a moment, Y/N thought he meant to spank her, and her mind both rebelled and thrilled slightly at the idea.

But soon she felt his fingers running across her backside, rubbing the oil into the soft fleshy skin there. Every time he ran his hand across a cheek, his fingers got increasingly close to the part of her that was dying for his touch.

She could feel his hardening shaft beneath her belly, pushing up against his towel, and it only served to make her even more desperate for him.

Finally she felt his slick fingers slip into the folds of her body. She was so primed, and she was so wet for him, that it took only a few passes of his thumb across the sensitive little button there, for her to cry out her release.

But Dean was far from finished with her.

Helping her to sit up, he positioned her so she was straddling his right thigh. She held onto his upper arms for balance and rested her forehead on his shoulder as she panted and tried to catch her breath. As she breathed in, deep and slightly shaky, Dean took hold of her hips, lifting her slightly and then pressing her down, hard and fast, against his thigh. 

Y/N gasped and caught his eye, a look of surprise and wonder in her gaze as he repeated the action, flexing his thick thigh muscle this time, so that her dripping center began to throb with pleasure, her sensitive skin rubbing against the soft towel covering his leg.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his voice gravelly and heated. Y/N could do nothing but nod frantically. When he did it again, slamming her down harder this time, she cried out and dug her fingernails into the bulging muscles in his upper arms.

He took his hands from her hips and began circling both her nipples with his fingertips, making them pucker tightly. But she wanted him to continue lifting and pressing her against that hard ridge of muscle. She was desperate to feel the pleasurable pressure against her aching core again, and she whined at Dean as she rocked slightly on his leg. 

“Please?” She whispered.

“It’s up to you now, baby. Chase that feeling.” Dean told her, but she shook her head, burying her face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed. Dean pulled away slightly, slipping his forefinger beneath her chin. 

He spoke quietly, but firmly. “You know what you want,Y/N, and you know how to get it. So go on, follow what feels good. Admit what you want and find your pleasure.” 

He encouraged her by letting his hand fall between her legs to softly stroke the sensitive button there - enough to urge her on, but not enough to provide her the friction and pressure she was craving.

“Dean.” She gasped and tried to push down on his fingers, but he pulled them away. In frustration she lifted herself slightly and then fell back onto his thigh.

“Oh!” She shouted breathlessly as that same incredible sensation swept through her body. She moved her hands to his shoulders and used them for balance and as leverage to lift her hips and then slam herself back down on him, slowly at first, but with increasing speed and intensity. 

Heat swept through her body and her aching need became stronger and stronger the more she pushed and pressed against Dean's hard body. But after nearly ten minutes of chasing her climax she felt herself waning and she dropped, exhausted, against Dean’s shoulder, whimpering softly.

“Poor baby.” Dean whispered in her ear, sending shivers skittering across her skin. 

He let his lips drift down the column of her neck before sucking delicately on her pulse point. Y/N moaned and tilted her head so he could reach it easier. 

“I know you’re tired, sweetheart; do you want me to take over?” She nodded, but he continued quickly. “I’ll warn you though, if I do, I’m gonna keep you coming and coming over and over, till you can’t breathe for pleasure - till you’re completely spent and mindless, only able to scream my name.”

He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and spoke around it. “Is that what you want, beautiful? Hmm?” 

Y/N felt like her body was going to fall over the edge just listening to his rumbling voice describing his plans for her. She nodded quickly, desperate for him to pull her apart.

With her nod, he scooped her up and took her to the bed. He threw the blankets back and laid her down, moving between her legs before stretching out on his stomach. Pulling her thighs open wide, he held her in place as he dropped his mouth to her slick folds, licking and sucking her to a climax in mere moments.

But Y/N soon found out that he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he planned on making her fall apart over and over. He brought on the explosions one after the other - endlessly. Occasionally he gave her a few minutes reprieve, one time he even stopped long enough to bring her a glass of water to rehydrate her. But without fail, he’d return to his place between her legs and continue his exquisite torment. 

Y/N lost track of the number of times the powerful, sweeping bliss spread across her body. But the pleasure seemed to go on forever and by the end she was shaking and weeping in ecstasy.

“Please.” She croaked to Dean as she pushed her fingers through his hair. “Can’t…anymore…”

“I bet you can.” Dean said wickedly before pulling the overworked little bundle of nerves into his mouth one more time and sucking deeply.

Sure enough, she exploded again, her limbs heavy and unmoving as her body shook with her release. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her whole body weeped with aching, exhausted pleasure.

Finally Dean moved up from his long-held position between her legs to pull her against his chest. He pushed aside the sweaty tendrils of hair that clung to her temples and forehead, dropping kisses across her cheeks. 

“How are you doin’, sweetheart?” He asked and Y/N could only groan in answer. She heard the smile in his voice as he kissed the tip of her nose. “That good, huh?”

Y/N shivered as her sweat-slicked skin began to cool. She shook her head and her voice was weak and muffled. “I need another bath.”

Dean just chuckled and shook his head. “N’ah, I like you just like this, dripping wet and sated.” 

He kissed her temple and pulled her closer as she drifted off. “And completely mine.”

***

For the next three days Y/N didn’t leave her room and, in fact, spent most of her time in bed.

Dean left her dead asleep in the mornings; she’d wake up to the lingering scent of him on the pillow, but only a cold bed beside her. She appreciated that he let her keep sleeping when he left to go to work - lord knew he exhausted her enough for her to need the rest. But she’d still rather he said goodbye before he left. 

Instead she woke up alone, late in the morning, usually around ten o’clock, and rang down for a light breakfast - toast and jam with a cup of hot chocolate or coffee. After eating, she’d wash and dress in her one and only dress. 

Her suitcases had finally been found and they were on a journey back from Boston, but the train wasn’t expected to arrive for a couple of days, by which time, her new wardrobe would already be there. 

When she was dressed in her gray governess’ uniform, she’d settle into the comfortable green chairs and read for a couple of hours.

Dean usually showed up for an hour or so at lunch, and inevitably her uniform would come off quickly and she’d end up back in bed, with Dean knocking her out for the better part of the afternoon. 

It was without a doubt, the most indolent and slothful she’d ever been in all of her twenty six years…and she was loving it. 

But she was still very happy when, on the morning of the third day, she woke up just as Dean was leaving the bed to dress for work. She reached for him and grabbed his wrist.

“No, don’t go.” She said sleepily, trying to pull him back to her side.

He chuckled softly and leaned sideways so that his upper body stretched over her, while his feet stayed planted on the floor. He kissed her gently and briefly before pulling back to smile at her. 

“Sorry, beautiful girl, I wish I could stay, but I’ve gotta go. And, I’m afraid, I won’t be able to come back at lunch today. I have a meeting at the club at noon.”

Y/N pouted, truly disappointed that she’d have to go all day without seeing him.

He grinned. “I know, trust me, I would much rather have a lunch meeting with you.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, before continuing. “But I’ve put off this meeting several times over the last few days and I can’t postpone it again.”

She nodded a little sadly and Dean kissed her once more, lingering over her lips for a moment and then pulling back reluctantly. “But I’ll tell you what, Lowen should be here this afternoon with your new dresses. What do you say you pick out a walking dress and come out on the town with me tonight?”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hide both her excitement and trepidation. “Out on the town? Where would we go?”

Dean’s smile turned teasing. “Well, if I tell you, I'll spoil the surprise, but I have all the sights of New York to show you, so wear comfortable shoes.”

Y/N laughed lightly. “None of my shoes will be comfortable. Fashion demands otherwise.”

Dean nodded. “Then I guess I’ll just have to soothe your sore feet when we get back tonight.” He reached beneath the blanket at her feet and Y/N thought he might treat her to a quick foot massage, but instead, she squealed and yanked her feet away from him as his strong fingers began to tickle her toes mercilessly.

He laughed at her affronted expression before kissing her nose quickly and patting her bottom beneath the thick blanket it was covered in, and moving away to get ready.

Y/N dozed slightly as she listened to Dean moving around in the bathroom, enjoying the pleasantly domestic sounds of him washing and shaving. He emerged dressed and ready to leave, heading towards the door. But Y/N sat up and reached out to him, calling him back to her side.

“Kiss me goodbye?” She asked sweetly.

He came to sit on her side of the bed, leaning down to brush his lips over hers, ever so softly. “Goodbye, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight.” He murmured against her lips, nibbling on them gently.

He smelled of shaving soap and tooth polish and Y/N breathed him in like an elixir. His hair was neatly combed and she didn’t want to ruffle it, so she slipped her hands up to his cheeks, sliding them along the smooth skin there. She knew that by the time she saw him again, his five o’clock shadow would be returned to chafe her skin in that most pleasurable way. 

He turned his head, pressing his lips into the palm of her hand. The action reminded her of the very first time they’d been alone together in the library. At the time, the brush of his mouth over her skin had seemed so scandalous, so brazen. But now, the relative innocence of the caress, the softness and affectionate nature of the gesture, solidified just how far they’d come - how far she’d come - in a matter of months.

And I can never go back.

The thought was fleeting and she banished it from her mind quickly, because it felt daunting; it felt like something too permanent. She didn’t want to think about the future and what it would look like, how it would feel. She wanted to live just right there, in that very moment, with Dean’s lips soft and warm against her skin, the scent of him sharp and heady. 

The future was lifetimes away. It had to be. She needed it to be.

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Plssss pls pls pls for the “I’m weak for you” prompts can I get JeanTim + “(Fuck.) I need you to say that/make that sound again.” 🥺🙏

// Hello, fellow JeanTim lover! 💚✨ //

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"We shouldn't be doing this," Jean-Paul forces himself to say between kisses. It's not easy to speak, as Tim pulls him again and again, needy like a kitten.

Jean-Paul can't even describe how they ended up like this, over a random rooftop of the city, making out nastily under the moonlight and their breathings the only sound next to the friction of leather and metal.

This is why Jean didn't want to cover for Batman. He knew he wasn't going to be able to resist to Tim, specially given that Tim was wearing his old Robin suit. It was a bit like having a deja vu, except this time the situation was reduced to the desire of them both and just the coincidence of Bruce breaking an arm.

So here they are, Batman and Robin (again), having sex over their clothes as a couple of teenagers.

"Just fuck me," Tim whispers as he pushes Jean-Paul to the floor, now Tim sitting on his lap and looking simply exquisite. It doesn't take long for certain green gloves to pull down Batman's belt and pants with all and underwear.

"Is that a batarang or are you happy to see me" Tim purrs in that terrible seductive tone he learned from Selina God knows when. Jean-Paul feels himself boil in embarrassment, but it's impossible to complain about Tim's game when he's also into it.

And there's also the fact that Tim has taken off his gloves and is now touching Jean-Paul with his bare cold hands. Tim's face is full of fake innocence, lips pouting as if he didn't know what he was doing. Little annoying brat.

Jean-Paul, however, is just a mortal man. God will have to forgive his weakness.

"... Robin!" he growls in pleasure, hands squeezing Tim's butt and trying to push Tim to do something besides having his cold hands around him.

"Does it feel good, Batman?" Tim asks, leaning down until his hair is tickling on Jean's nose, "do you like it when I touch here?"

Where had Tim even learned that!?

"... Fuck it," Jean-Paul curses before snapping, using his inhuman strength to change positions. Now Tim over the floor, legs spread and taken by surprise. And what an adorable view it is to see Tim blushed and laying all ready to take.

So that's what Jean does after a quick ripping of clothes.

Tim whimpers beautifully, shaking on Jean-Paul's arms and scratching his shoulders. His arrogance is now gone, and Tim can barely breathe a pathetic kitty scream when Jean pushes roughly.

"Batman!"

That moan is particularly enticing, and Batman growls and moans himself, pushing harder and taking Tim's face with his hand to make the little bird look at him.

"Make that sound again, Robin."

Tim's lips twitch. It seems he has started to be slightly ashamed. It's cute.

"Batman!" he cries again, cheeks red and hips trembling, "Batman, please, harder!"

"Good boy," escapes Jean-Paul's mouth without meaning to, body too focused on the unholy act and overwhelmed by the feeling.

It's very good. There's some eroticism on being mostly dressed, a bit of danger in the rooftop, and some deep issues in how they are so horny at the idea of fucking in these suits.

Jean-Paul knows most men would be scandalized at their partner asking them to dress as their father, yet he finds it amusing and even self fulfilling. Deep down, Jean-Paul still thinks he and Tim would make a so much better Batman and Robin duo... They probably won't be in these roles again, not for real, but they can have tonight.

This night in a rooftop, with Tim crying and shaking under him, begging for more and harder.

"Louder!" Batman demands when Robin, with his head down and mouth obscenely opened in moans, calls for him.

"Batman! Batman!"

It's a good Gotham's night indeed.

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Enticing 38 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The first hints of morning light streamed through the windows of Harry's cozy apartment, rousing Y/N from her peaceful slumber on the couch. She stretched, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. The chaos of the previous night had given way to a serene morning.

Y/N quietly got up from the couch, not wanting to disturb Harry, who had given her refuge in his warm and welcoming space. As she made her way downstairs, the delightful aroma of a home-cooked breakfast greeted her.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Johnson, Harry's trusted chef and housekeeper, was busy preparing a hearty morning meal. Her warm smile and motherly presence always made Y/N feel at ease.

"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Johnson greeted, turning from the stove to face Y/N. "I hope you had a peaceful night."

Y/N returned her smile, feeling grateful for the woman's kindness. "Good morning, Mrs. Johnson. Thank you. I did."

As Y/N took a seat at the kitchen table, she noticed Harry already seated there, dressed in a fresh suit. The slight scruff on his jaw gave him a rugged, mature appearance, a departure from his usually polished look. It was as though the events of the previous night had left their mark on him, etching a sense of resilience and determination in his features.

"Morning," Harry greeted in a husky morning voice, his green eyes locking onto hers. He stood up and pulled out a chair for her, a gentlemanly gesture that sent a flutter of warmth through Y/N's heart.

"Good morning," Y/N replied, taking the offered seat. She couldn't help but admire how the early morning light played on Harry's tousled hair and the rugged contours of his face.

Mrs. Johnson brought over a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttered toast, placing it in front of Y/N. "Breakfast is served," she said with a kind smile.

Y/N thanked her and began to eat, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar and homey surroundings. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the kitchen, and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the air.

As they ate, Harry and Y/N engaged in easy conversation. They spoke about the day ahead, and Harry shared his thoughts on how they could approach the situation with Patrick. It was clear that Harry's support went beyond just offering a place to stay; he was invested in helping Y/N find a resolution that would bring peace and stability to her life.

With every moment that passed, Y/N felt a sense of gratitude and warmth enveloping her. The events of the previous night had brought her to this point, where she sat beside Harry in his cozy kitchen, sharing breakfast prepared by Mrs. Johnson. It was a moment of solace in the midst of uncertainty, a moment that reminded her that, no matter the challenges they faced, she had a strong and caring presence by her side to help her navigate the complexities of her life.

As Y/N and Harry enjoyed their breakfast in the warm and inviting kitchen, Mrs. Johnson, ever the attentive housekeeper, approached Harry with a soft-spoken announcement.

"Mr. Styles," she began, "the nurses from the laboratory have arrived, as you requested. They are waiting in the living room."

Harry's green eyes flicked toward Mrs. Johnson, his expression thoughtful, before he nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. Please show them in and let them settle in the living room."

With a gracious nod, Mrs. Johnson turned and headed toward the living room to attend to the unexpected guests.

Y/N turned her attention to Harry, a curious look in her eyes. "Nurses?"

Harry cleared his throat, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he explained, "I... I arranged for us to have a paternity test done, Y/N. With everything that's been happening, I thought it was best to have your blood drawn here in the comfort of the house”

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Harry's revelation. It was a testament to his commitment to resolving the situation and his willingness to confront the uncertainty head-on. She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

"Thank you" she said sincerely. "It’s just a bit unexpected”

Harry smiled softly, his green eyes reflecting his determination to see this through with her.

Moments later, Mrs. Johnson returned, letting the couple know that they were ready for them. So, both of them very silently and nervous moved to the living room. They carried a small case of medical equipment and greeted Y/N and Harry professionally. It was clear that they were here to perform the paternity test with utmost discretion and care.

The atmosphere was tense, but there was also a sense of closure in knowing that this step would provide clarity and help them move forward. As they started drawing blood, Y/N and Harry sat side by side, their fingers lightly entwined. They were facing the uncertainty together, hand in hand, ready to embrace whatever the results might reveal.

With the paternity test completed and the nurses gathering their equipment to leave, Y/N and Harry sat in the living room, their hearts heavy with anticipation. The nurses had assured them that the results would be sent via email in the next few days, leaving them in a state of uncertainty.

As they bid farewell to the nurses, Y/N and Harry expressed their gratitude for their professionalism and discretion. The nurses left with reassuring smiles, leaving the couple alone in the penthouse once more.

Mrs. Johnson, who had been quietly observing the proceedings, had a look of concern on her face. She knew how much this situation weighed on Y/N and Harry, and she couldn't help but feel for them.

In the wake of the procedure, Y/N felt a mix of emotions swirling within her. The anticipation of the paternity test results weighed heavily on her mind, and she couldn't help but be nervous and tense.

Harry, ever the thoughtful and caring presence, could sense Y/N's apprehension. He knew that the waiting game could be agonizing, and he wanted to offer her some comfort and distraction. With a gentle smile, he said, “Oliver is upstairs. Would you like to see him?”

A glimmer of joy flickered in Mrs. Johnson's eyes, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes please”.

With a newfound energy, Y/N almost jogged up the stairs, her heart filled with anticipation. The thought of seeing her precious baby boy brought a sense of warmth and comfort to her.

Harry watched her ascent with a fond smile, appreciating the way her mood had lifted with the mere mention of his child. He knew that, regardless of the paternity test results, the bond between Y/N and Oliver was unbreakable, and that was something worth celebrating.

As Y/N disappeared into the room where Oliver lay, Harry felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. The path they were on was far from easy, and the uncertainties still loomed, but in moments like this, surrounded by love and the promise of a brighter future, he knew that they could face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

Y/N relished the moments spent cuddling with baby Oliver, her heart filled with both love and longing. She couldn't believe how much he had grown since the last time she had seen him, which felt like an eternity ago. The feeling of his tiny hand wrapped around her finger brought tears to her eyes.

Their peaceful cuddle session was a brief respite from the chaos and uncertainty that had engulfed her life. As she looked down at Harry’s precious son, she couldn't help but wonder about the future and what it held for them.

However, their tender moment was interrupted by the soft sound of the bedroom door opening. Y/N turned to see Harry standing there, dressed in his suit and looking as handsome as ever. His presence brought a mixture of emotions – gratitude for his support and unease at the unresolved tension between them.

Harry's expression was serious as he spoke, " I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to head into the office. There are some things that require my attention."

Y/N blinked, a sense of panic beginning to creep in. She glanced at the clock and realized that it was later than she had thought. The office, her work, all of it seemed like a distant reality amidst the turmoil of the past few days.

"Harry," she stammered, "I need to get to the apartment, change, and head to the office too. I completely lost track of time."

Harry nodded understandingly, his gaze softening. “I’ll have someone take you there. Let’s go then.”

As Harry left the room, Y/N hurriedly cuddled Oliver once more, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I'll be back, sweetheart," she whispered. "I got to go to work.”

With a heavy heart, she gently placed Oliver back in his crib and rushed to get herself ready for the day ahead. The uncertainties of her personal life and the challenges at work awaited her, and she knew that she had to face them head-on.

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Lavender Jacket Series Jacket Overview: Jigen Daisuke

Find Yata's Overview Here: Thank you @pixelateddork for the art.

Next on the list for the Jacket Overview series is a fan-favorite and one that I'm especially happy with.

Jigen Daisuke For his BASE PALETTE, Jigen sports his tradition getup, but it is more of the TWCFM set up of colors: his typical wardrobe as always sticks to the ashy-grayish black suit, light-blue dress shirt, white-tie and his traditional fedora which like the rest of his outfit ranges within the ash-grey tones see here (thank you screenshot recolors)

His SECOND OUTFIT

Like many shows we have seen regarding the pair, Jigens palette is often made to coincide or at least generally fit well with Lupin’s palette, even if he often does head toward the more traditional route with his colors- the blues, the blacks, the grays and so on and so forth. While Lupin took on the more softer Lavender colors in this series, Jigen however sports, not so much a different look, but one that I believe fits well with Lupin’s as well as the Lavender Jacket series as a whole

In LJS, Jigen’s tradition of typically wearing a darker set of colors compared to Lupin’s lighter shade still stands strong. However those traditional colors have since moved on from the typical  colors he’s most famously known for and instead now he sports colors that one may not have typically seen on Jigen outside of Part 3.

The First of the new colors presented are a Green Suit and Pants. Traditionally Green has always been a color that symbolizes many things, though the meanings of green can vary by shade similar to blue or red. For example: Bright green often symbolizes rebirth and spring while Olive green represents tranquility, earthiness and elegance. In Jigens case, Dark green or various shades of it, can often represent things such as fertility, greed, money and drive. For some shades, it also carries connotations of wealth and success but can sometimes signify greed and envy.

In Jigen’s case, the color green is often a double-edged sword; while things like  tranquility do not come easy for him until much much much later in the storyline, his drive to right his wrongs at times may also to many seem admirable at best and maybe suicidal at worst. Despite this, he still holds an elegance to him even during some of the worst times of his life which fits him strutting around in green very well.  The Darkish Red of his hat and tie also symbolizes things as well. Wine Red is a deep Red that often comes in many shades and often symbolizes traditional things like sophistication, passion, and luxury, few things that Jigen can’t afford to lose yet enjoys all the same as well while he can.

Especially passion. Throughout LJS, Jigen often finds himself being thrust into Lupin's role in more ways than he often anticipates, outside of simply just Leadership. In addition to this, he often finds himself shocked, about how often he ends up trading one vice, his alcoholism, for something better. The Act of Sex The moment Fujiko and him hook up in LJS, Jigen is often led to believe it’s the sex in which his body craves, like some new hyper-drive in his borderline dead sex-drive. While this turns out to not fully be the case, (he realizes later on down the line that its not simply the sex but the touch his body craves, not just the outcome that comes with it because Jigen usually hides how touch starved he really is) the need for sex is often a driving force between the pair. It’s why he often goes to her for "companionship"  when he’s drunk. Because, as shocking as it is for him, he had found something he finds fun, entertaining. In fact it revitalizes him, entices him, he finds that he enjoys it and it's strange because he never thought he would, especially with a woman like Fujiko, because it's also strange to him how quickly he fell into Lupin's role in the group

even down to his preference in partners.

Since red is the color of blood, it has historically been associated with sacrifice, danger, and courage. Modern surveys in Europe and the United States also often show that  red is also the color most commonly associated with heat, activity, passion, sexuality, anger, love, and joy. All emotions Jigen knows well and is slowly getting to know.

And it's not just the colors that often hold symbolism. Since their creation, cufflinks and lapel-pins have been seen as a symbol of status for gentlemen with luxury gold and gemstone cufflinks seen as a symbol of wealth, power and reputation, while Lapel pins are frequently used as symbols of achievement and belonging. While not shown directly on the reference sheet, Jigen does happen to wear and own two

In addition to being the Lupin Family Flower, The lupine flower stands for imagination, admiration, and overall happiness. Whether given as a gift or grown in your garden, the lupin brings the energy of inner strength to recover from trauma.

For Jigen it often fits all too well. But while he is not versed in the language of flowers like his partner might just be, he knows deep down that the flower means something to him. Ever since he was younger, the Lupin family, often consisting of just Lupin’s Grandpa and Lupin himself but now extending to the mains and servant’s, had been more of a family to him than even his own. The stability, while crazed and dangerous, was something that he had come to love and enjoy.

Jigen pledging his loyalty to Arsène the First, thus essentially pledging his loyalty to the entire Lupin family, was something that he never thought he would ever do again since leaving the Mafia life behind him for good. But Issei had become almost a father figure to him, let alone someone who had earned his loyalty and his admiration. And following Jigens official pledge to the Lupin Family, he has always keep on him a little piece of Lupin and the new life he was given in the form of a Lupine Flower Pin. He never wore it, but after everything that had happened during the events of LJS, he figured now would be the best time. 

The Pin always stays on his Lapel, close to his heart no matter what, where it will always stay.

Jigen’s third and “secret” palette is often used as a joke palette in a way, but is also just another I've grown to love. 

Essentially, I had come across this palette in a Discord server I am in

And naturally I had fallen in love with it. It had part 4 vibes but gloomy and tired and somewhat sad which seemingly worked very well. Lupin's design in LJS IS his Part 4 design but tweaked. Of course since the palette felt right I decided to give it to Jigen as sort of a “party” outfit; one that he often uses when he goes out with Fujiko, or for special occasions!

But then a friend had pointed out that Zenigata got the jigen palette in the picture set, with the blue vest and orange undershirt and green tie, and I thought of course it was funny. . . Until I realized that this image also exists

Which fits because Jigzeni, or as we lovingly refer to the ship as Hattrick, is a ship found in LJS

It seems Zeni can’t stop stealing the gunman’s clothes How they fit him we will never know

[fleckcmscott]

Hearth and Home

Summary: During Christmas in Missouri, Arthur learns - and Y/N relearns - how to celebrate with family.

Words: 6,525

Warnings: None

A/N: This little piece is based on a request from @jokerownsmysoul, as well as a continuation of Haunted Heart. Please enjoy this very tardy holiday story! 😂 Thank you to @jokerownsmysoulfor not only making the request, but also beta-ing the first draft. Much appreciation to @sweet-nothings04and @forever-fleck for helping with the intro pic! 💜

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Christmastide hadn't yet crept into Gobler Mall, but it'd slid halfway through the door and propped it open.

A cardboard sleigh advertised Santa's imminent arrival. Kiosks selling Dead Sea Salt body scrubs and smoked cheeses were buried in unopened boxes of merchandise. A man in a green janitor's uniform hung honeycomb snowflakes from the center atrium, his ladder buttressed against the second story's balcony wall. 

The anchor store in the east wing had outraced its competitors to win the gold. A twenty-foot tree stood in the center of Hecht's Fineries, plastic branches reaching out to entice customers past cosmetics to a world of sporting goods, toys, and electronics.

Y/N pushed a shopping cart through Today's Woman, the fashion department situated between cookware and shoes. Right on her heels, Arthur browsed with the exuberance of a boy who knew exactly what to write on his Christmas list. Adorable, yes. Contagious and delightful? Certainly. The magic of the season permeated the air whenever he was near.

But if he didn't lose her trail soon, surprising him would be impossible.

They'd brought a small selection of gifts from Gotham. Curry pastes from Siam Market and a Glob's Gourmet Pickles sampler (which had, thankfully, remained intact during their flight). But with limited luggage space, they'd settled on buying most here. A quilted jewelry box appeared a good fit for Ruthie, and with Jason pretending he'd grown out of comic books, they'd chosen a leather baseball glove for him. That left a Mr. Wizard Ecology Kit for Brian and a set of Read-A-Long books on tape for Ashley.

Now they had to settle on what to get Mabel and Ed. And each other.

"I dunno what she likes," Arthur told Y/N, flipping through a circular rack of blouses. Hangers squealed along a metal rod, an atonal chorus. "She dresses more casually than you, but she still looks nice." A one shoulder shrug concluded the observation.

Y/N leaned onto the cart's handle. "A good rule to go by is, if I'd hate it, she'd love it. Wait, that might work." She raised her hand to stop the search. He held out a horizontally striped pullover, black and confident pink illuminated by metallic threads.

A sharp nod answered his knotted brow. "It's definitely her."

As they made their way to the register, a row of mannequin busts caught his gaze. Decked out in festive finery, they wore sweaters thick enough to warm the skinniest soul. He strolled the length of the display, hands clasped at the small of his back, mocha curls brushing his shoulders. He stopped at a crewneck two-thirds of the way down.

Flocked plus signs spanned the shoulders and chest, like a blanket of light snow. Alternating patterns of stars and deer came next, followed by a swathe of rich maroon, the same color as his suit. An odd design, to be sure, but fashionable. The trendiest thing ever to have a chance at moving into Arthur's closet.

When his thin lips pursed, she sidled next to him. Shopping for others didn't mean he couldn't consider himself. "You'd look gorgeous in that," she said.

A smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Really?"

"Really." She reached for it with a seductive slowness. "Should we get it now or wait for Santa?"

On a hitched laugh, he stole it from her fingertips and got in line.

~~~~~

Carrying a tray of Morrison's Cafeteria broiled chicken, yellow rice, and two diet cokes, Mabel zigzagged through grey tables to a four-top on the periphery of the food court, where Y/N guarded Radio Shack and Sears bags with the promise not to peek. Though not much of a splurger, she was surprisingly fun to shop with. Admiring window displays, suggesting gifts for Ed and Arthur. Mabel had needed that quality time, another chance to be Big and Little Sis. 

Ever a rocket about to lift off, Ashley bounced on a stack chair beside Y/N. The other three children were in school, busy learning their ABCs. Sun cascaded through skylights, brought out honey blonde streaks in the toddler's hair. Y/N took a blue crayon from a RoseArt three-pack and pointed to a spot on a paper placement, an instruction to make the first move in a tic-tac-toe game. In a fit of giggles, the girl clapped and drew an X over the entire grid. 

A mix of joy and pensiveness twisted Mabel's heart.

Fed by losing her mom at twenty-four, she braced against the possibility of not being there. New milestones brought happiness - but they also reminded her she'd be fifty when her youngest was a freshman in high school. Nights of four-hour naps and days filled with play and homework took a lot more out of her than motherhood had a decade ago. There were moments exhaustion seeped so deeply into her bones she could've slept standing up.

Once Ashley was sent to a coin-operated carousel ride a couple yards away, Mabel confided to Y/N. "Don't get me wrong. I'd do anything for them. I just thought they'd all be in school by now." She rolled straw paper between thumb and forefinger. "Mom never seemed to get tired. But chasing Ashley around, I feel like I'm ready for the retirement home."

"She has parents who are older and wiser. Who know when they were too strict with the others and not strict enough. Isn't that a good thing?" Y/N tore a final piece of chicken off the bone and touched her toes to Mabel's. "You want to be mom. But you can't be. No one could. Just be yourself. You've always been more than enough, Able Mabel."

Blinking moisture from her eyes, Mabel dipped her chin. Was it middle-aged that'd mellowed Y/N, made her better at comfort rather than immediate investigation? Or had Arthur nurtured her heart by giving it a place to rest? Whatever the cause, it was a welcome change.

With the success of her second marriage, however, maybe she could solve a little, too. 

Mabel pushed abandoned grains of rice with her spoon. "I had been looking forward to having more time with Ed."

"Has he gone back to working around the clock?"

"No, no. He's home for dinner every night. But with school projects and potty training and story hour and baseball practice and scouting... Sometimes I forget what it's like to be a wife." A sip of coke as she checked on Ashley. The girl continued to ride in circles. "You love being a wife," Mabel continued. "What's the longest you and Arthur have gone without...you know."

Y/N dabbed at her mouth with the corner of her napkin. After a moment, she gave a small shrug. "A month or two?"

Mabel's jaw hung open. "That's it?" It'd been nearly six for she and Ed. Their last attempt had been cut short by Ruthie's knock on their bedroom door to ask for water - just as her underwire had been unhooked. They'd left a glass on her nightstand every night thereafter. But the spark continued to elude.

"Our lives are quieter," Y/N said, waving the unspoken comparison away. "And you've been married, what, eighteen years? That's much longer than four. Have you talked about this at all with Ed?"

A resigned sigh heaved out of Mabel. "Whenever I start, something comes up."

"It doesn't have to be a long, drawn-out trial. Maybe you can suggest listening to Dr. Sally. Have you heard of her? She's from Gotham and Arthur swears by her. He says she taught him everything he knows. Well, everything he knew before we..." Crimson colored her cheeks, her lips pressed together in a pensive grin. "I don't know if I should tell you, but- Can you keep a secret?"

Mabel grasped the bottom of her chair and hopped it forward. "I love secrets."

"When he and I met, he hadn't been with a woman before. Not like that, anyway."

Nose wrinkled, Mabel tilted her head, her entire face squinting. No, Arthur wasn't her type. But she knew a good man when she met one. And a good looking man when she saw one. "How is that possible?"

Y/N snorted, loud enough to muffle it with the back of her hand. "That was my reaction. It was a lot of pressure; I don't think Arthur realizes that. But I wanted him and loved him and that won out.

"I asked him once if he felt like he'd missed out on anything, having only been with me. He said no, because he's comfortable with me and knows I care about him. Anyway, he gave Dr. Sally full credit for being wonderful. I'm sure the show is syndicated down here."

The twinkle of romance and true love in her sister's eye left Mabel fully convinced. She picked up a crayon and folded the placemat in half. "I'll call the local radio stations."

~~~~~

Meanwhile, Ed and Arthur rode the escalator to the mall's second story. For Ed, it was the only escalator in the county. For Arthur, it was simply a way to get upstairs. 

He trailed his brother-in-law past a soap and scented candle shop, an avalanche of perfume pouring out of the place. A silver engraving shop stood to their left, hawking the likes of picture frames, wedding cake serving sets, and doorknobs. They dodged a group of teenagers who should've been in school to arrive at a glass storefront tucked into the corner.

City Drawers' cursive sign was a thrill in pink neon. Muzak masquerading as jazz sounded through the open entrance. Two mannequins stood in the shop's windows, illuminated by spotlights at their feet. One wore a lace bra and panty set, the other a diaphanous camisole with a cowl neck. A hanging sign announced a sale on Maidenform: Buy one, Get one half off.

Arthur chewed his thumbnail.

Donahue's and L. Ballinger carried styles both he and Y/N liked, without intimidating buckles or oddly placed straps. Specialty shops were expensive. Though he'd happily picture her in every display, going to a boutique bordering on Adults Only made shopping an event he had the wrong ticket to, purchased for a week-old show. 

With a casualness Arthur envied, Ed crossed the black tile threshold, stealing Arthur's chance to back away and backtrack to Hecht's.

Forcing out a breath, he shoved his hands in his pockets. Made the decision to get over himself and stepped into the welcoming peach interior.

Low lighting gave the shop an air of intrigue, flattered the stitching, the promised silhouette of each item. A woman and high school student discussed the finer points of choosing a first bra. ("You don't want it to stick out too much under your sweaters." "Mom!") Cheeks on fire, he turned away from the conversation meant for mothers and daughters to see a husband and wife modeling satin robes. A cashier dressed like a consummate professional, as if she belonged in Y/N's office, told a woman in a puffy coat that underwear was returnable only if unopened.

Ed closed in on a Christmas display to the left, where a scantily clad mannequin wore a Mrs. Claus mob hat. He grabbed a Santa red negligee and gave it a once over. "Think Mabel'd like this?" he asked, thrusting it towards Arthur.

One glance at the faux fur trimmed neckline and it was clear Y/N would hate it. "She'd love it."

Relief palpable in his easy smile, Ed nodded his thanks and headed to the Famous Fragrances cabinet at the rear of the shop.

Arthur slinked along the wall, passing feather boas and garter belts. (The black one with pale pink roses on the hips was an omen to follow when they returned to Gotham City.) A man on the hunt for a gift that wouldn't be embarrassing to give his wife in front of her family. In front of her nephews and nieces.

Forgotten on a bottom shelf under dust and elbow length gloves, he found his trophy.

Knee high wool socks, lilac and knit in a pointelle pattern akin to lace. He took the pair in his grasp, ran his fingertips from cuff to toe. Every past piece of thrift store wool had been a scouring pad on his skin. These were smooth, buttery. He could imagine her calves wrapped up in these subtle cousins to stockings, a long-awaited present under the tree.

A lyric came to mind, an old song he'd gone too long without hearing. Humming a few bars, he sang in his head. You're the starch in my collar, you're the lace in my shoe...

Arthur hurried to the register, but turned back at the last second and stuck the garter belt under his arm.

He placed the socks on the counter, indicated them with his chin. "Can you put those in a box? With a ribbon on it?" He slid the garter across the surface and leaned forward. "And could you please wrap this separately?"

~~~~~

Snug in the tub, Y/N's eyelids fell shut as she massaged almond shampoo into her scalp. The circling slowed as she exhaled contentment. After cramming two major holidays and the preparations for a third into a mere nine days, she'd savor this second to relax. 

The notion twisted the corner of her mouth, a crescent of irony. 

That she'd be able to relax here at all would've been laughable before, when shadows had lurked in every corner and out in the open to confront her with what she'd lost. Arthur's compassion and Mabel's letting the subject of their parents alone now allowed Y/N to cope on her own terms. 

The adjoining guestroom wasn't simply her father's former office, where she'd been forced to accept the gravity of Henry's diagnosis. It was also a bedroom where she could rest at the end of the day. The bathroom was more than an old examination room, forest green and warm, where her father had crowned his four-year-old daughter with a head mirror and tested her reflexes. It was a place unwind. To cleanse her skin and her heart. Twin threads of past and present that entwined themselves into a semblance of peace.

Locks rinsed and detangled, she swiped her hair back and reached for her wet-dry electric razor.

A light tap tap rapped at the door.

She'd recognize her husband's Excuse Me knock anywhere. But with a full house, doublechecking was safer. "Who is it?"

"It's Arthur."

At her instant invitation, he slid through the door. He'd donned his maroon sweater - as he had every day since she'd told him he'd look gorgeous in it.

She'd been right.

He tucked a stray curl behind his ear and turned towards the toilet. "Sorry, the other bathroom's busy. I'll be quick." He lifted the cover and seat and unzipped his trousers. 

Razor perpendicular to her shin, she started to drag it in a straight line to her knee. 

It sputtered like an old engine, gaining and losing speed in an attempt to complete its mission. She hit the bottom with the heel of her hand. Flipped the switch off and back on. A pathetic whirr, which slowed to a worrying grind. Then a final, sad stop.

With a huff, she set it on the tub's corner shelf. "I should've charged this before we left."

He shook himself off, cocked his head her way. "Maybe Mabel has one? I can go check."

"You don't have to bother."

Arthur waved her off, insisted it wasn't one at all. He rinsed his hands and stepped out. Grin tight enough to pinch, she scrubbed at her armpits and breasts. Noted a hair by her aerola she'd have to pluck later. The washcloth slid across her stomach, the feminine swell of her abdomen. A quick dip between her legs.

The door swung ajar. Extending his palm with a flourish, Arthur beamed down at her.

Eyes wide, the entirety of her attention shot to the Pink Daisy Gillette.

She hadn't used a wet razor for five years, had banished them from the apartment as soon as he'd agreed to move in. Since he'd asked her to keep them away from him. Sure, if a matter was important, she was a risk taker. Being stubble free for one extra day didn't make the cut.

Y/N reached to take it from him. A bit too fast. "Thank you."

"Actually, I-" He held the forbidden object in front of his chest, twirled it between anxious fingers. "I'd like to do it."

She drew her feet inward. Concern felt silly, an unwelcome heckler. A true intrusion on their intimacy. But given Arthur's history, it made sense. And Dr. Ludlow had agreed keeping razor blades out of the apartment was a good idea.

As if able to read her thoughts, he winced at the floor, a move that felt too close to shame. He spoke with the wounded dignity of the earnest yet disbelieved. "I've been okay for a long time now."

An ache pressed her sternum, for she did indeed believe him. He'd trusted her two years ago, had taken the good with the very, very bad. Shouldn't she be able to trust him? Refrain from making a normal activity - a loving gesture he'd asked for - a crossroads to crisis? 

She pushed the worries from her throat with an ahem. "You're right. I'm sorry."

His handsome visage instantly brightened. 

Loosening her legs, she wrung out her washcloth. "You're going to get all wet."

"I'll dry."

"What about your pants?"

"They come off."

It was said without guile, but she chuckled, anyway. She retrieved the soap. Worked up a good lather. Smoothed suds down her left leg.

His teeth pressed his lower lip in an eager grin. Perching on the rim of the tub, he pushed his sleeves to his elbows. Bent to pluck her towel from the floor and cover his lap. A secure hold on her heel as he pulled her into position.

Gently, he laid the blade a centimeter below her knee and drew it towards him. A glance of a touch.

"A little harder," she said. "Leg hair is stubborn."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't." She lay in the curved end of the tub. "How old were you when you started to shave?"

"Fourteen, I think." A soft, closed-mouth laugh. "One night, when Penny and her boyfriend were gone? I stole his razor and shaving cream. I must've used half the can." Short scrapes at the front of Y/N's ankle. "I pressed so hard to get through all the foam, I got a burn. It hurt so bad. My mother asked what was wrong with my face. I told her I'd been out in the sun too long - in February."

Giggling, Y/N tossed her head back. "I'm sure you were very convincing. Speaking of which: I have to convince Mabel to tone it down for Christmas."

"Isn't that why she invited us down here?"

"Yes, but she's going to cook herself to death." At Thanksgiving, Y/N hadn't been able to see the table for all the food. What with their household being too small for a full spread, she and Arthur stuck to a chicken or a couple of turkey breasts. "She likes to make a big dinner for Christmas Eve and a breakfast buffet in the morning."

The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "We could make dinner and breakfast."

Y/N gulped against unbidden images floating to the surface. She hadn't cooked a holiday meal here for eight years, and the last had been an exercise in heartbreak. Mashed up food, saliva on cotton, fear pretending to be revulsion on the faces of her family. Benji's Very Own Christmas Story on TV to tide keep her father calm and an entire bottle of Sanatogen to calm herself. 

Yet, the idea was lovely, a reflection of her husband's generosity and kindness. Putting her baggage on him would be ungenerous and unkind. And, just maybe, it could be an opportunity she wouldn't have taken on her own.

She studied the ripples in the water. Concentrated on the pressure of his fingertips on her skin. Glides of metal and aloe. "Stroganoff?"

"That's special for us." Arthur squeezed the subtle half-moon of her calf.

Fuzzy fluttering fleeted through her, at the squeeze and the us. They decided on glazed ham, a dish her mother had made every year. Y/N made a mental note to peruse the oldBetter Homes & Gardens cookbook, the checkered one with the side pocket. "We can make garlic mashed potatoes, too. If we double the recipe, it'll be enough for eight." Broccoli and cheese casserole would serve as a second side, of which Arthur would claim all the crispy corners. Stuffing out of three boxes. All that was left was dessert.

He shook the razor in the bathwater. "Gingerbread's good."

"I'll add a can of whipped cream to the grocery list."

Pecking the arch of her foot, he scooted along the tub's rim. Angled her leg so that her thigh rested on his. The razor whispered a line within an inch of her groin. Puffs of her breath skimmed her flesh. Her tendons tightened. Her knee jerked against his touch.

He knelt beside the tub to gather water in his hands. Slipped them down her legs. He rinsed her again, his expression melting into satisfaction. "You're beautiful," he said, palm sliding to her hip. His green gaze dropped to her mouth, his caress now a firm grip.

Then his lips seized hers.

A startled gasp jolted her. 

What Arthur had just done was romantic. Wonderful. An act out of a shared fantasy. If they'd been anywhere else, a delicious weight would've warmed her belly. But that old forest green seeped in at the edges of her mind's eye, pulled the thread of past askew. Now that weight felt like a bowling ball.

She broke off the kiss. Embarrassed whispers between bottled breaths. "Arthur, I-" Her fingers curled, a loose fist by his cheek. "I can't. Not here."

Drops fell from his wrist to her sternum. Charted paths to the notch at the base of her throat. Silence weighed down on her, a whole league's worth of bowling balls.

Swallowing, she raised her eyes to meet his. 

When they did, understanding softened his brow. His voice was low, soft. A comfort as powerful as present thread. "It's okay." He retreated to sit on his heels and dry his hands, chestnut waves falling to frame his sculpted cheeks. He stood and bent to peck the top of her head. "You better do that other leg yourself." With that, he turned to leave.

She scrambled to sit up. "Arthur?"

Hand on the doorknob, he looked back at her.

"I love you," she said.

Dimples deepening, he bestowed a shy, radiant smile. "I know."

~~~~~

Mabel placed the Santa mug with the candy cane handle on the windowsill to finish trimming the tree. It was situated by the front window, about a yard from the guestroom. Ed and Jason had disappeared to the basement to search for decorations. One of Ruthie's favorite records played, John Denver and the Muppets' A Christmas Together. 

Arthur knelt beside Mabel. On the opposite side of the living room, Y/N and the three youngest children worked on paper snowflakes in the play corner. Few words had passed between them, but the quiet was the kind that belonged to old marrieds who were confident in their choice of each other. Irritated, in love, invested. There'd be no running to the watering hole today.

Nevertheless, Mabel sought to gladden the place. Trimming the tree was one of her favorite rituals, right up there with reading The Night Before Christmas and stuffing stockings. There was no way she'd allow grumpiness to gel into gloom.

Digging through a popcorn tin overflowing with ornaments, each wrapped carefully in a sandwich bag, she said, "Don't be surprised if the munchkins are knocking on your door at five tomorrow." 

"That's okay. I don't let Y/N sleep in on Christmas." He hung a stained-glass rocking horse on a middle branch of the artificial tree. "You know, she still has the cookie you made her when you were kids. In the toy oven."

"Does she really?" 

"She hangs it up every year."

Mabel retrieved another satin bauble, this one from the Keepsake series of ornaments. "Holidays are happy when friends are together" it declared. The phrase brought a pleasant smile to her face and a quickening to her heart. 

Y/N's offer to give her a break by preparing Christmas dinner had been a surprise, a true act of affection Mabel had to accept. But when Y/N had said she was going to prepare everything herself, Arthur's brow furrowed into one thick caterpillar. It was an obvious deviation from how this conversation was supposed to go. 

Familiar with how hard it was on him to feel shut out, Mabel rescued Arthur from his skepticism with an invitation to make dessert. Dessert wasn't technically a part of dinner and therefore fair game. Though she'd planned on chocolate and pecan pinwheels, they settled on gingerbread cookies and spent the morning rolling dough and downing coffee. 

During their third round of cookie cutting, she'd said, "These are perfect. Have you made them before?" 

"Penny had a gingerbread recipe on the wall in the kitchen," he'd said. Another drummer boy emerged from the brown dough. "I can't remember making it, but I know I dropped a bag of flour. She smeared it on our faces and told me, 'Every real cook has flour on his cheeks.'"

Mabel's laugh had dissolved into a wistful sigh. From what Y/N had shared, discussions about his childhood were rare and memories that made him smile even rarer. With a sprinkle of flour on both their noses, they'd put the cookie sheet on the middle oven rack and set the timer.

Miss Piggy's shrill plea for five golden rings cut through the recollection. Eyelid twitching, Mabel straightened the hanger of a Baby's First Christmas ceramic bootie and called to her sister. "Remember when we were kids, and we'd sing along to the radio?"

With a nod, Y/N folded white construction paper into a triangle. "And at the Silver Spur." She sang softly, a relief from the record's caterwauling. "Country road, take me home to the place I belong-"

"Gotham City," Mabel joined in. "Jersey highway."

The twitch teasing Arthur's chin defied the set of his jaw.

"When you put it like that, you almost make it sound romantic," Y/N said. 

Just then, Ed thudded into the room, lugging a box of plastic garland. Haphazard leaves and berries sprouted from the cardboard box. Nose buried in an LCD hockey game, Jason followed close behind. Ed asked, "Hey, do you do any Christmas standup shows?"

"One or two at the usual clubs." Arthur stood to toss handfuls of Brite Star tinsel at the tree. "How did the wife get her husband to go to the office party?"

"Jason, put that away and help me with this." Ed plunked the box to the carpet with a groan. "I don't know. How?"

"By telling him, 'yule love it.'" An elongated u for pun's sake.

Stifling a giggle, Mabel shook her head. His jokes hadn't gotten much better, but his ability to make her smile won her over. 

"And it always works."Y/N extricated herself from scraps of paper, then checked her watch. "I better start dinner," she said, and excused herself from the room.

In her peripheral vision, Mabel caught Arthur's rapid blink. His posture threatened to deflate like an old tire. "I thought she was doing better this time," he mumbled.

"She is, Arthur. She is." In the manner of a mother assigning a sullen son the most important task - as her own mother had done for her after Y/N had moved out - Mabel patted his shoulder. "If you could find the tree topper, that'd be a big help."

~~~~~

Arms folded across his chest, Arthur braced himself on the doorframe, careful to keep his toes on the foyer side of the floor's transition strip and off the kitchen linoleum.

The side of Y/N's hand smoothed a crimson tablecloth over the oblong dining table. She laid a plastic wreath in the middle, completed the centerpiece with three ivory candles inside the ring. She retrieved eight quilted placemats featuring Christmas geese from the drawer to the left of the stove and pulled cloth napkins from the cupboard to the right. She knew where everything was without asking. As if she'd left here yesterday.

When he'd suggested making dinner, bumming around while Y/N roleplayed 1978 wasn't what he'd had in mind. Standing by like an extra as she measured brown sugar and honey. Loitering while she shoved broccoli in Corning Ware and sprinkled it with cheese.

Given that it didn't quite fit her bustline, the velveteen, emerald halter dress she wore must've been borrowed from Mabel. Y/N's hair was feathered in the usual manner, but with extra body that meant she'd used mousse and a curling iron. Earth tone makeup highlighted her natural prettiness, save for the red stain on her lips. Poinsettias dangled from her ears, a Beauty Boutique original. 

She opened a panel cabinet over the sink, then grabbed a stepstool to peek inside. Kitten-heeled foot extended behind her, she retrieved a stack of plates. Her shoe threatened to fall to the floor. When she teetered, he offered to steady her. But she declined. Descended backwards step by step. Put the plates on the counter with a soft but unwavering "I've got it."

His cheek ached from gnawing. Out of respect for her, he hadn't argued in front of her sister. But doing this as a couple - as a family - had been what he'd craved.

So he slid across the linoleum to inspect the plates. Trace his thumb over the cheery holly motif along the edges.

She whisked the dishes away. "I'll light the candles when the food is done," she said, a hitch in her voice she failed to hide.

He half-turned to her. Noted the upward draw of her shoulders, elbows tight at her sides. She set matching tumblers at the two o'clock positions by each plate. He longed to fold the cloth napkins. He longed to take out the cutlery.

He longed to pry.

Lips pressed to a sore line, he recalled their fight when he'd cornered her in the shower, one of the worst arguments they'd ever had. He was loathe to follow that road again. Instead, he grabbed a cooking spoon, stirred the mashed potatoes, and searched for compromise. 

Before he could err, she crossed to stand two feet from him. Leaning back against the counter, she gripped the Formica edge with both hands. Her fingers went white.

"When I lived here," she started. "I did all the Christmas decorating and cooking. I loved it. It was a day I could pretend my life was normal, just for an hour or two. Mabel and Ed would bring the kids. We'd drink cocoa and open gifts and have a little fun. Except that last year."

Arthur's stirring slowed, every fiber waiting with want for all of it. All of her.

"I wanted to keep my spirit up or touch my dad in some way." A familiar, familial word she never used. It was always father. "But the harder I tried, the worse it was. He wouldn't eat and wouldn't stop crying. When I washed him, he tried to push me away, but he was too weak - his arms were matchsticks. He must've been scared - he wasn't really with it by then. And he scared Mabel and the kids and..."

Lashing fluttering, she sucked her teeth. "The man who'd nurtured me, who'd loved me, wasn't there anymore. He was possessed by a stranger I didn't want to know. And being here - having to stay in this house - was like trying to live inside a ghost."

In spite of the watery tenor of her voice, she offered Arthur a tremulous smile. "Tonight it doesn't feel so haunted." 

An anxious dam gave way, crumbling to flood love through his frame. He understood, then. Doing all this by herself standing here alone, was a ritual to exorcise her past. He reached for her wrist, pulled her to his side with one arm. When she put her head on his shoulder, he dropped the cooking spoon into the goopy mass. 

Her palms pressed his back. "I'm happy to be able to share this part of me now." 

"Me, too. I mean, I'm happy you shared it with me, too." He buried his face in her hair, let out a huff equal parts support and relief. "I want you to share everything."

Seconds of silence before her lips made a smacking sound on her teeth, and he knew she was grinning.

Ever the woman to push down her feelings a tad too quickly (except for love; thank whatever was listening there was always love), she stepped out his arms, wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. The crockpot let out an air raid warning of a beep.

She took a box of matches from the corner of the windowsill above the sink and pressed it into his palm. Offered a luminous look and invited him into her past. "You light the candles and I'll serve."

~~~~~

Blue wrapping paper with silver bells and holly. Little bears wishing little ones Merry Christmas on pine green. Gold and red foil interweaving in an intricate scroll. The four-by-four space under the tree contained enough color and excitement to fill a North Pole workshop.

Hair tugged into a haphazard ponytail and replete in fuzzy slippers, Mabel dropped onto a chair next to Ed and attempted to squint away her dull headache. The adults had stayed up until 1:00 AM last night, wrapping boxes, drinking cocoa, and carrying on. After dinner, Arthur had nibbled at the gingerbread cookies until he'd had to take two Tums - then surprised everyone by claiming the last slice of Thanksgiving's pumpkin pie.

Clad in their lazy morning best, Arthur and Y/N sat hip to hip in front of the tree. She'd yanked on the lavender socks with the enthusiasm of having found a long-lost treasure. He munched on the macadamia nuts Mabel had thought would make a lame gift, but Y/N had insisted he'd love. The cowhide wallet she'd given him lay open on his lap, the card slot's gold leaf letters reading "A + S" followed by a heart on display. Cheesy. Seemingly out of character for Big Sis. But she glowed whenever she talked about him. She'd gotten starry eyed about Jeff but never glowed. 

Once she'd unwrapped Mabel's present to her, she held it in both hands but hesitated to open it. The photo album risked melancholy, but Mabel hoped Y/N would be able to find joy, too. 

"Those are photos of us," Mabel assured her. At that, Y/N lifted the front cover. The first was a black and white featuring four year old Y/N cross-legged on the floor, the new baby in her arms, a big grin on her face. "I took the best pictures from all of mom and dad's photo albums. They start from when we were little and go until our visit last year. And there are blank pages for more." 

Hugging the album to her chest, Y/N made a promise. "There'll be more. A lot more."

Ruthie helped Ashley put one of her Wuzzles reading cassettes in her Fisher Price tape player, while Ashley patted Ruthie's jewelry box's quilted surface as if it were a cat. Jason let Brian try out his new baseball mitt, and Brian put his feet on the coffee table and flipped through his Experiments in Ecology book. 

Ed's morning breath stank of garlic from gourmet pickles. Already wearing his new Casio calculator watch, he flipped through the manual of the AT&T cordless phone, a gift Mabel hoped meant Y/N wanted more phone calls. The Thai script on the curry pastes was something Mabel had never seen before, but Y/N promised that if she could cook with them, anyone could figure it out. ("Just add vegetables and chicken and you're good.")

When Mabel unwrapped the present from her hubby, she recognized the logo as soon as she glimpsed the outline of a petal. She'd kept the box shut. Warmth enveloped her. He'd made her feel beautiful again, in that special way she'd reminisced. In the way that belonged to them. 

No matter what she'd confided in the mall, the moments she struggled were worth it. Still there, still hard. But she'd do her best to follow her sister's advice. Make sure to enjoy herself as a mother, a wife, and herself. 

And Dr. Sally would remain on-call.

Mabel called Ruthie to her side and spoke in her ear. Loud enough for all to hear but quiet enough to make the girl feel special. "Can you and your brothers set the table?" 

Ruthie nodded and skipped her way to the foyer. When the boys remained glued to the sofa, Ed rose with a Come On, Sons gesture. Arthur plucked a candy cane from tree, then plucked Ashley from the carpet and carried her to the kitchen.

Mabel grabbed a purple bow from the carpet, winced as she straightened, a barbel rolling from her forehead to her neck. "The next time you suggest spiking a drink, remind me to say no."

Anchoring herself on the coffee table, Y/N moved to stand. "I'll put on an extra pot of coffee." She gathered strewn wrapping paper and ribbon and crumpled them into a ball. "Make sure you take it easy when Thanksgiving and Christmas roll around."

"Ed's parents are hosting," Mabel said, and waved off her concern. With his sister stuck in Michigan this year, it'd be a smaller gathering. With his big brother around, Ed would regress to being the youngest as soon as he smelled a pie in the oven.

Arms overflowing, they padded towards the kitchen. But they lingered halfway there to bask in the magic of Not Quite Christmas. 

Ed worked around the kids, handing them plates, directing where to put them. Arthur retrieved a mixing bowl and frying pan in preparation for cinnamon French Toast, a tradition he'd brought from the Fleck household. While Ed searched the cupboards, Arthur crouched beside Ashley, who laughed at her uncle between rounds of peek-a-boo.

"You made this visit beautiful, Mabel. Mom would be proud of you." Y/N freed up an arm and hugged her at the waist. Spoke the words Mabel had longed to hear for the better part of a decade. The words that made the wheels of self-forgiveness run ten times faster. "After all these years, I think we both found what we've been looking for."

Elated, Mabel dropped the paper to the floor. "I know I have." She seized Y/N about the middle, hard enough to lift her to her toes. "I know we have."

~~~~~

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[ladycatastrophe7]

Art Of Seduction (by Robert Greene) for Authors

Ngl using the ”art of seduction” for worldbuilding, writing and character-building is my kind of fun.

Robert Greene’s book may be morally questionable when reading it for intrapersonal seduction.

But for a reader or storyteller, we have an agreement with our readers. Book lovers, including myself, LOVE when a book manages to hypnotize and provide an escape from reality for a while. We love to be ”seduced” by what we read, it’s a way for us to process emotions and fantasies safely.

If everything’s a seduction; then how can we apply the psychology of attraction to our writing?

Know what secret fantasies and fears your character triggers/soothes will help you create more compelling characterization. What need is your writing fulfilling?

Many fantasy books offers escape; just like the archetype of the siren or star in Robert Greene’s book. I would argue that Apocalypse stories are enticing because it’s the ”death” of repressive expectations. You no longer have to play by your repressive day to day rules, all you must do is survive. It’s the beginning of new norms, ones that you imagine will suit you better. Or the fantasy of being special and belonging, like in Harry Potter.

Enticing worldbuilding; how to make the world ”seductive” (ie, how can you create longing for a world by having the world fulfill a need in your reader’s life?)

Ensuring that your writing has a sense of suspense and promise by the end of the road, to keep the mystery and not reveal too much.

Studying the archetypes and seeing what makes your characters interesting to follow, read and care for.

Choosing your words carefully when editing. Words have insinuations, using the wrong words can subconsciously repel a reader. Using too many negative words will make the reader associate your book with them, use them strategically but be mindful.

Starting to view your book less as something that needs to sell to the reader right away, and allowing it to be a creative process. To write a book is to ”flirt” with the audience to the very end, to always draw someone deeper into the story.

Reading books also becomes more interesting when thinking of it as a seduction. AND IT GIVES LESS PRESSURE FOR THE TEXT TO BE PERFECT. We simply label things as seductive (draws you in) and anti-seductive (repels).

[darkjazzpunk]

Baizhus reaction to a new perfume...

Doctor Baizhu is known for many things: his bitter but effective remedies, steep prices for incence and good temper with children (oh, and the rumors no one seems to go more into detail about...). What he is also known for is the delicate and enticing scent that surounds him from time to time.

A scent perfectly tuned to the doctors environment and body (as well as the smell of fabrics he's wearing).

It made you actually quite jealous. Up to the point where you found yourself in front of Ying'ers little shop one evening, pondering if you should enter it or not... hopefully her prices weren't as dizzying...

The next day

'What if two perfumed people are to much for the customers?', you thought before entering the Pharmacy anyway. You made sure to just apply as little as possible to try it out. And after all your boss was able to send you home if he didn't liked the idea. Maybe you should have asked him beforhand.

You didn't even noticed, deep in you worries, how you walked behind the counter into the little storage room, getting rid of you bag and walked out to the front again greeting you Chef, his partner and his apprentice like every day.

Changsheng was the first to comment the difference: " Y/n, you sssmell..." flicking her tongue at you.

Your cheeks started to turn a deep shade of red, but Baizhu already scolded the snake on his shoulder: "Changsheng how rude! Do you want me to put you in the study again?"

"Would you have let me finish my sssentence you would have heared my full ssstatement... what I was about to sssay was 'Y/n you sssmell different than usual, iss that (F/Flower)?'"

Now the green haired man turned to you and looked at you like he sometimes glanced at the little birds on the front porch. But his eyes were different than usual, his normally clear slit pupils were blown wider: "The perfume suits you perfectly. Ying'ers work, yes?" after saying that in his usual airy way he laid his fingers before his mouth. A gesture he often used to hide his mouth and ... keep himself from flicking his snake-like tongue.

You caught him one evening doing it while writing something important, his right hand busy scribbling and not able to block his instinct. He didn't noticed you then (he obviously did, you two just acted like he didn't) but you knew since that moment why he did this move though it seemed always a bit 'suspicious'.

For now it was enough to give your fragile ego a little boost.

When the good Doctor passed behind you, you where able to hear a very silent, deep hiss, definetly not like the ones from little Changsheng, and a flick of air in the back of your neck.

-----------------------------------------------------

Got a new perfume and I'm actually really proud of my choice. Inspiration is hidden everywhere ^^!

[hollowsart]

I’d love to know more about your Electra, sandwoman, and lady Octopus spidersonas. They’re all so cool I can barely limit myself to three!

yes!!! okay!! lemme relay what I have:

(long post incoming!!)

All names given by The Daily Bugle, JJJ.

Lady Octopus:

There was some kind of testing for technical aids for people who have acrophobia and other issues like that that can cause problems, it was free testing, and Acedia was like.. one of the volunteers for one such device that looked more fun and enticing. and something obviously went wrong.

Actuators aren't fused to her, but they refuse to release her. there's a little special pad thingy that sticks to the back of her neck just at the base of her head, a neural reader that isn't invasive (aka, like a needle jabbed & directly tapping into her brain), and that little pad sends little signals to and from her so she can control the arms how Otto instructed when he hooked her up for a volunteer demonstration. (it went fine for a while, but then something went wrong with the actuators. Otto panicked and tried turning it off, shutting the whole thing down, but it was too late)

Luckily Spider-Hero!Beck was there to help her.

unfortunately, due to the fact the neural reading can send signals TO and from her.. the actuators latched on and can use that to hack into and control her for themselves. temporarily, but they can find power sources to keep their control going for a bit longer.

Acedia is puppeteered against her will and completely unaware of what the actuators are making her do. eventually they learn to speak through her and that becomes one heck of an experience for Otto, the creator of the actuators. on one hand he's amazed by how the coding and """"ai"""" has managed to do this remarkable feat of learning and evolving-- but on the other he is absolutely horrified by what this entails for the future and he needs to reprogram them, remove these features and prevent them from learning further and causing harm to others and especially harm to Acedia whom he is having to take care of and watch over.

Beck, the resident superhero, is helping care for her, too and bonding with Otto via helping Acedia be eventually freed from the actuators. They're all learning a lot, about each other, and about the actuators themselves. and through this learning, Acedia eventually gets the hang of it and learns to control the actuators herself.

the actuators still have control over her, but the battle is slowly becoming a losing one for the arms. Otto & Beck are slowly winning by working together!

if Otto tries to use force to remove the actuators from Acedia, like using drills or whatever to cut through the device.. it could hurt her and cause worse harm. which is why the harness with the arms stays on.

eventually, when full control over the actuators has been regained.. they can safely remove the actuators from Acedia. Finally free from the waking nightmare

Electra:

Me as Electro but my origin story is I touched a plasma ball while it was active inside a lab during a cool free tour and in my panic I instinctively and reflexively yanked my arm back, but I smashed into something else and ended up getting zapped unconscious. the plasma ball exploded in the process and didn't help with the electricity.

Can you blame me tho when it looked like this?

most realistic origin story: I did something dumb

she has "powered up" and "powered down" forms. powered down is just her looking completely normal, the neck piece to the full-body (minus the head) suit is also latched/clicked together. it helps keep her powered down and contained.

Sandwoman:

I don't actually have anything for Sand!Acedia.. (forgot to list her on the post oops) I just really liked the green sand. but I think Sand!Acedia would probably have been in the wrong place at the wrong time as a few of these sinistersona designs are in how they became what they are.

Lol I'm just really unlucky

green sand is real and very beautiful:

[ask-ikevamp-faust]

My dear, I’m more than happy for you to continue calling me your Ice Queen as long as I may give you an affectionate nickname in return. I’m trying very hard to decide what it is about you that entices me so, but I think we are simply kindred spirits with plenty of chemistry.

I'd be delighted to bake or cook something for you. I do it rather often to show people my affection. I'm excellent at both, and I also really enjoy making bread and pastries. If you have a favorite meal or dessert, I’d love to know what it is. I collect recipes and cookbooks as a hobby, so I'm always searching for new foods to try.

Also, please don't worry; I have absolutely no issues assisting you in the church. Regardless of my personal faith, I find the ritualistic parts of religion soothing and I enjoy working with all sorts of communities.

You're quite clever at noticing the little details in my correspondence. Yes, I have extensive music and acting experience. I was actually classically trained to sing theatre and opera from a young age. I've also sung quite a few hymns and Mass movements, and I can play the piano passably. Would you like to guess my vocal parts, or shall I tell you? I have an operatic classification as well as a more general choral one.

I'm delighted to hear you enjoy my tattoos and their stories, and I’ll even give you the option to choose which one you'd like to hear next. You may choose from the moth and lantern, the chrysanthemum, or the coffin.

You also give me far too much credit for my flexibility. I wasn't flexible at all, but I did multiple types of dancing as part of my theatrical performances, and I currently do yoga for stress relief, which has helped me develop it.

As for rope colors, I think jewel tones suit me well, as I‘m quite pale with vanilla blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I'm certain that I will feel beautiful as you turn me into a work of art, but I'm also intrigued to hear what other accessories interest you. You seem like you'd enjoy collars.

- L

Im quite interested to hear any nicknames you have for me. I’d like to see how creative you can be. As for your reasoning, I appreciate you sharing your honest thoughts with me. Our chemistry is quite lovely.

This is very valuable information indeed. I must think of some favorite foods to share with you. If you were to cook them to my liking though, you may never rid yourself of me. Are you sure you’d still like to know my favorites? I’d also be interested in knowing your favorite dishes and treats to cook.

I’m pleased to hear you’d like to assist at the church. Now I can further observe you in other environments. If you require anything for those lessons you mentioned, inform me so that I can make the arrangements. Should I order a nun outfit for you as well?

Not only are you a scientist but you have a background in the music and arts department. My Ice Queen is rather well rounded, what else will you surprise me with? Unfortunately, you will have to share your classifications with me. This is not an area I am very familiar with. What sort of acting roles have you done?

I’d like to hear the story behind the moth and the lantern. Though I must admit I’m curious about the other two as well.

I would like to see your dancing abilities. I’m sure you must remember a few moves from your theater days. You may even be able to convince me to dance with you. I heard yoga is quite relaxing, but I’ve never attempted it before. Is music something you add to your yoga routine? Some say it adds to the serene atmosphere.

Thank you for describing your features, you’re as beautiful as I thought you’d be. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when arranging the order. Yes, good guess, I’m rather fond of collars. Some other things I enjoy are leashes, mouth gags, blindfolds, cuffs and undergarments with a name of my choosing printed on it. How do these items sound?

[vanillahigh00]

Word Search

tagged by @seadeepy to search my WIPs for the words: close, ring, whisper, sun, and soft! Thank you so much, friend!!!

So… I have so many WIPs that I’ve never published that are sitting with random words. It was fun to see what would pop up, enticing me to possibly finish them. These are all from the Schitt’s Creek fandom.

Close: Found in a highschool AU I started and never finished (No working Title). It was meant to be an addition to my “Fall”ing For You Series.

Patrick dropped the pizza box in front of David, popping it open allowing David to inhale its savory fragrance.

David immediately picked up a slice. Patrick followed suit as they settled into conversation about their day and social engagements planned for the weekend. 

It didn’t take long to consume the contents of the cardboard container. Once the pizza box was empty, Patrick tossed the package in the fire, as David’s pupils enlarged. Patrick reached over and placed a reassuring hand on David’s thigh, his gaze never leaving Patrick’s. David took Patrick’s hand and pulled him over on his lap. David met his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

“I thought we weren’t doing this outside.” Patrick smirked, rubbing his thumb along David’s jaw.

“I never said we wouldn’t be kissing outside and I’d much rather have you close in case I get cold.”

Patrick softly kissed David as he stood up. “Babe, you’re going to love this.”

Ring: Found in a WIP I’ve been playing with for years that has not been published called “The Luck Of The Irish.” I took creative liberties with this word.

David settled on an open faced grilled sourdough sandwich covered in seared Irish sausage and melted swiss cheese banger melt, topped with a caramelized onion demi-glaze and a side order of onion rings. Sausage. David wanted some sausage right now, it had been awhile as his eyes didn’t leave frat boy. At least the onion rings would guarantee he didn’t try to do anything stupid like kiss this gorgeous straight boy. No one would kiss someone with onion breath. 

Fuck! Frat boy caught him staring and started moving in David’s direction. Why was frat boy walking toward David? Duh. He wanted another green beer or whatever frat boys drank on St Paddy’s day. There was no other explanation.

“Hey… handsome.” Frat boy spoke slowly, not quite a slur. 

His eyes raked up and down David’s body lighting up every nerve ending along David’s body.

“Oh, let me guess. You come hit on me or at least attempt to for some bet.” David tilted his head. It was a plausible explanation. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Before the frat boy responded, his lips brushed David’s. It was chaste and it was quick, but it knocked David right off kilter.

“How much did you win?” David asked, looking over at Patrick’s friends too busy hooting and hollering to even glance in his or frat boy’s direction. He tried to remain calm, cool and collected about this one time event when it took every ounce of willpower not to drag frat boy off to the bathroom for an encore.

“A few things you should know...I’m very drunk.” Frat boy grinned, his eyes the color of light milk chocolate boring a hole into David’s soul.

“That much is clear.”

Whisper: Also found in “The Luck Of The Irish”

“Well, I don’t tend to kiss random straight guys in a bar so....”

The frat boy got up and cupped David’s shoulders and whispered, “Who said I was straight?” He breathed, sending a chill down David’s spine he wouldn’t soon forget. 

Sun: Found in an untitled work also intended as part of the “Fall”ing For You Series. For now we’ll call it the Chili Cook Off.

It was a crisp, fall day, leaves blowing off the trees, but the sun’s bright rays warmed Patrick from within as he walked down the street of this small town without a care in the world and likely a wide smile across his face. 

In his path, he found a telephone pole covered by several pieces of paper. Patrick stopped to read one flyer in particular. 

The Schitt’s Creek Annual Chilli Cookoff!

It couldn’t hurt to make new friends and maybe meet someone special. Although the mention of Jocelyn Schitt’s five year win streak grabbed his attention. If there was one thing Patrick knew for sure was that Marcy Brewer’s chili was definitely a winner. Hopefully to another man’s heart.

Soft: One more blurb from “The Luck Of The Irish.”

David noticed a softness in Patrick’s eyes that he hadn’t seen all day, but it seemed safe. Familiar. Patrick must have looked at him that way after they kissed. Did he look at everyone that way? He was sure most people would find it unnerving, but people didn’t look at David like that. He could get used to that kind of attention from Patrick.

“Trust me. You’ll be glad when this conference is over.”

“Why is that exactly?” Patrick tilted his head, a grin crossing his face.

“The more time you spend with me, the sooner you’ll want to leave.”

“Don’t be so sure.” Patrick couldn’t have looked more serious, it was almost heart stopping.

This was so much fun! Tagging to join in the fun: @hippolotamus, @sspaz1000, @chelle-68, @demora00 and anyone else who wants to play along. Your words are: grass, laugh, smooth, jump, star

[muu-kun]

♔ - pajamas / bedtime outfit, ♛ - formal outfit

Outfit Headcanons / Accepting / @tximidity

I find it completely unsurprisingly which one was the easier to find a plethora of options for demonstration than the other.

That time of day in which an individual is winding down for bed in the comfort of their own home is perhaps Muu's favorite time of time. Or at least that is what he is finding out about himself at this present time in his life. It is during these reduced hours that the loneliness he experiences becomes a null point in his mind as millions of others in the world are also alone in their homes preparing for rest just like himself. There also comes no drive to impress anyone as no one is bound to see him, so really the options are endless.

Some evenings are spent adorned in beautifully designed coordinated sets, whereas others are better suited to be enjoyed in shorts paired with whatever shirt he grabs first. If one at all sometimes. Playfulness also has its moments of appearance. Mainly of which to remind him that there are no rules when it comes to pajamas. Or at least not when his attire is guaranteed to not be of witness of anyone. That means character onesies are on the table. Usually limited to one in his closet at time, and always one meant to depict his highest ranking special interest at that given period. Currently his is that of Puppycat from Bee and Puppycat, as he's an avid fan of the character and series alike. He also quite admittedly sees himself in the little character for reasons not even he can express in anything beyond a shrug before returning back into certainty over the whole belief.

Also included in his sleepy time wardrobe are that of a cardigan he uniquely refers to as Wubby as really any green crotched article of clothing intended for covering up with has been dubbed such a title. Sharing such a similar purpose is also that of a shawl depicting a butterfly upon the back. His explanation for purchasing such an item is that he enjoys wearing it for the purpose of encouraging his body to experience a metamorphosis into being a healed person just like that of a catepillar blossoming into it's adult form. A sort of catepillar puberty analogy, if you will.

Just like with his day wardrobe, pink does take priority; however, he's very open to wearing all colors. Some just lead him to gravitate towards them more so than others do. Such examples within the past have been yellow, whereas more presently is that of the color green instead. And just like with colors, his preference for attire marketed towards women is held very high, yet never clears a complete 100%. He's definitely had his share of rested nights spent dressed in an oversized t-shirt and barely held together boxer briefs as they together were the right combination of familiarity and comfort to lull him into peaceful sleep.

Regarding formal apparel, though, Muu could only pinpoint the image above to be his singular choice for such an ambiguous occasion opportunity. Some of the disinterest in seeking out more comes from the fact that he can't necessarily imagine himself in the crowds of a formal event. That would require an invite out, and unfortunately for him he's managed to really only secure a miniscule amount of friendships with predominantly all introverts. The few and far between instances in which he is enticed out of his home have yet to be for occasions best suited for an elevated state of dress, so really all has been a bust in that category entirely. All he knows is window shopping at the mall, and the few times in which he's had someone else accompany him on a trip to the best place on Earth: Disney.

In case of a surprise at any time, the blond has set his heart on this exact pink and green unisex suit setup. Unlike in the imagine, though, he'd definitely go with pairing the arrangement with a set of shoes that are not sneakers. Personally, some kind of boots would be his first choice overall than tennis shoes. Knowing him, he's inclined to go down the route of searching for a aesthetically compatible pair of doc martens, or any platform boot, to wear with his suit.

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Godrej Koregaon Park | A Symphony of Luxury In Pune

Godrej Koregaon Park is a residential development that features strategically built apartments to suit a variety of lifestyles. Residents enjoy a calm yet dynamic environment surrounded by beautiful greenery and exciting city facilities. Its strategic location, excellent amenities and devotion to sustainability make it a symbol of luxury in urban living.

Prime Location

It is located in the gorgeous Koregaon Park neighborhood and is close to educational institutions, shopping and parks. Thanks to its convenient connections to main roads and public transport, Pune is a very walkable city. Just 7 miles and 10 km, respectively, separate this location from Pune International Airport and the Pune Railway Station. I think this is a great aspect of the project. In addition to experiencing the bustle of city life, you are given the option to escape to a peaceful location whenever you like.

Living Spaces

Every detail has been thoughtfully incorporated into the design of the flats at Godrej Project Koregaon Park In Pune. Large 3 BHK and 4 BHK design layouts ensure that families of all sizes have more than enough room to move around in these delightful houses. Exquisite accents, chic furnishings and excellent appliances characterize each home. Natural light and airflow are heavily featured in the design environments to make the space feel cozy and inviting. At the same time as the apartments provide stunning surroundings for sleeping, the kitchens include sophisticated appliances that cuisine enthusiasts will enjoy.

Amenities

Excellent homes are available and the community also provides superior amenities to improve people quality of life. The project clubhouse features an indoor game area, yoga studio and gym. Large, immaculate lawns and swimming pools are perfect venues for outdoor enthusiasts to unwind and enjoy themselves. Ensuring the younger residents are safe while they play is the primary goal of the playground.

Commitment to Sustainability

Many eco-friendly elements are a part of this project because the Godrej Group is dedicated to protecting the environment. The Godrej Koregaon Park In Pune was constructed in accordance with green building standards. It has robust systems, options for trash management and places to collect rainwater. Now, with the support of these initiatives, individuals may live more sustainably and lessen their impact on the environment.

Investment Potential

Not only are you safeguarding an asset in a real estate market that is unexpectedly increasing in value, but you're also investing in a luxurious home. Real estate here is fetching a premium price due to the enticing combination of convenience and quality of life. Despite Koregaon Park rapid ascent to the ranks of Pune most desirable residential areas, many opportunities exist for capital appreciation.

About The Project

A prime location defines opulence and Godrej Koregaon Park exemplifies it. The distinctive lifestyle it provides is unmatched by any other due to its carefully planned apartments, modern amenities, commitment to sustainability and lively community life. Finding a new place to live or a good investment opportunity is an example of the best of contemporary city life.

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Latest Colour Trends for Fitted Wardrobes in 2024

Are you planning to redesign your home to get the perfect fitted wardrobes Reading? With the year 2024 just around the corner, interiors have gotten a whole new approach to colours that will revolutionize your abode. Whether you want a touch of sophistication, some serenity or some drama to your house, this year’s colours are covered.

From neutral shades to bright colours, the latest styles bring a lot of options when it comes to the modification of fitted wardrobes. In this blog, we will focus on the latest trends in fitted wardrobes in Reading to help you understand what is current and what suits you best. It is time to be amazed at how you can bring a great change to your home with the best-equipped fitted wardrobes.

Understanding Current Trends

The use of colours for fitted wardrobes in Reading 2024 aligns the unit with modernity while embracing functionalities. Softhearted neutral shades like gentle grey, warm taupe, and soft white continue to be standard picks for their flexibility and compatibility with diverse style concepts. These colours give a larger outlook and class to the interior.

Moreover, the grey scale trend is receiving popularity, with tones and hues of blue and green creating a soothing feel. There are also areas of intense colour, like deep navy and forest green. It is also encouraged in cases where one wants to make a daring statement while at the same time having a classic touch. 

Knowledge of these colours then allows homeowners in Reading to choose fitting wardrobes that improve the interior of their residences by promoting more cohesion between form and function with the use of fitting colours that reflect current interior design trends and preferences.

Top 7 Colours Ruling in 2024 for Fitted Wardrobes

1. Deep Navy Blue

Navy blue will remain the most popular choice in 2024 when it comes to fitted wardrobes, according to deeper and deeper perspectives. This colour is calming and stable, so it is suitable for use in bedroom settings. It looks best when contrasted with metallic finishes, such as gold or brass, making it appear more abundant. The depth of navy blue also works well with different types of textures and materials, which enriches the general concept.

2. Warm, earthy tones

Earthy hues like terracotta, warm taupe, and enticing browns make a strong impact on design. These more down-to-earth hues add to interiors the sensation of warmth and homely comfort. It has a cowboy-type feel with wooden finishes and natural fibre, giving it a natural and calm look. If you are aiming to design a room that looks soothing and gives a comfortable feeling of sleep, then this shade is perfect for you.

3. Soft Sage Green

Sage green is a colour that is slowly gaining popularity because its colours are very calming as well as flexible. Nonetheless, this sleepy green shade will be good for putting across a new outlook of serenity. It fits well into both modern and classic settings as it provides a splash of colour that is not too bold. Latte-coloured wardrobes can be combined with natural wooden elements and other shades of white, grey, and beige to complement the mood of calmness in the room.

4. Charcoal Gray

It is a dramatic colour that has a mysterious and contemporary tone of overall sophistication, and it fits well in fitted wardrobes. Colza is a shade of deep grey that will look good in minimalist and industrial-style interiors, as it adds a touch of luxury to the look. Charcoal grey goes well with lighter tones and metallic accessories, and thus the wardrobe will be the centrepiece of the room.

5. Dusty Rose

If someone wants to choose a colour that has more of a calming and romantic appearance, it would be a dust rose. This shade of pink is not very bright but very effective, which adds a feminine and warm feel to the ambience. Wardrobes that have a dusty rose colour can be paired with gold or brass hardware to give them a more sophisticated look. This colour is perfect for bedrooms that wish to exude a classy and relaxing nature. Moreover, it is also most likely for the bespoke kitchens Reading.

6. Classic White

While white is always popular due to its timelessness and versatility, the metallic variant of white is also a popular choice. White-fitted wardrobes also have the added advantage that the space they occupy appears larger and free from clutter. It also offers a neutral look that is easy to switch between the existing styles and the owner’s preferences. However, white wardrobes, if styled alongside other textures and accent colours, can produce a stunning and unique finish.

Tips for Choosing the Right colour for Fitted Wardrobes  

Selecting the appropriate colour for fitted wardrobes makes a big difference in improving the look and usability of the area. 

Consider the Room's Ambiance: Consider what kind of atmosphere you prefer to have in the room. Walls painted with lighter colours, such as white or cream, give a room an open feel, while walls painted with darker colours, such as charcoal or navy, create a closed and fashionable feel.

Match with Existing Decor: It should also be based on the existing combined colour palette and interior design of the room. Your fitted wardrobes must be distinct from the rest of the interior design and its colour scheme. Select a colour that will be in harmony with your furniture, coloured floor, and coloured walls.

Lighting Conditions: Natural or artificial light in the room can cause changes in the colour shade of an object. This is the case in rooms that are frequently exposed to natural light, as light and dark tones can easily blend well in the room. When the room receives less natural light, the use of lighter hues may help to avoid a feeling of gloom.

Looking Ahead

Therefore, in 2024, the general tendencies of the fitted wardrobes colour range in Reading will reflect both elegance and individuality. If you love the classic, rich look of deep navy blue or the calming nature of soft sage green, both shades provide a dynamic chance to turn your house into a stylish haven. Organize your home and dress better by embracing these trends and building a wardrobe that doubles up as a wardrobe. 

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How to Enhance Your Business with Custom Gift Display Boxes?

If you care about maintaining the quality of your high-end beauty items, sturdy custom display boxes are the way to go. Customer satisfaction and loyalty will rise dramatically if the things they purchase from you are in good condition. In addition, having this client as a regular customer is a surefire way to increase sales. Because of this, distributing your gift line via custom gift display packaging boxes is a fantastic marketing strategy.

Research has shown that varying the color schemes used on gift packaging can positively impact customers. With attractive color schemes, you'd be able to attract more ladies. Hence, your gift appeal will increase. Custom gift display boxes with your company's logo are a clever marketing strategy. The catchphrases and product descriptions on these high-end boxes best entice customers to purchase. Your beauty shop and its wares will benefit greatly from these.

Improve Brand Recognition with Custom Gift Display Packaging Boxes

Premium gifts need to be packaged in boxes designed by renowned artists. When you open the box, you can use whatever strategy suits you best. Having a well-known brand name increases the likelihood of a product being purchased. Examine the gift box as if you were the end user. PVC-lined and sheet-lined boxes, reverse tuck end and straight tuck end boxes, and lidded, sleeved, windowed, and display boxes are just some of the various box packaging options.

Do what you want with the company's swag if you have permission. Makeup gift sets are the perfect present if you're looking to show someone special how much you care. These days, white custom gift display boxes are also very trendy. You may wish to utilize them as packaging because of how sleek and sophisticated they are. Once they have mastered it, customers will feel confident saying they can do it themselves.

Sturdy, Cardboard Packaging Boxes for Your Products

Designers create unique and eco-friendly cosmetic packaging. There are a variety of attractive solutions available to customers. As these materials are of the most outstanding quality, you can rest assured that your belongings will be secure. The primary function of any storage facility is to ensure the security of the items housed within. Because of this, regular updates will be required. A packaging firm will struggle to succeed without it.

Eco-Friendly Custom Packaging Boxes

Customers' focus on "green" certifications grows as they purchase. Customers, even those who know your product is safe, won't give it a second glance if it doesn't have a green sticker. Moreover, using cardboard packaging for gifts would be the most eco-friendly option in this scenario. In a nutshell, this is excellent news for your company's financial situation and public standing.

These boxes are durable and eco-friendly. As such, they are ideal for the environmentally responsible transport of large quantities of wholesale or bulk goods. You should buy them if you have any concerns for humanity. Packaging with the brand's name or logo helps consumers identify and recall that product later. The coalition recommends consulting with specialized printers to learn about the range of services available to you. Wholesale gift display boxes with your brand's name can be available in bulk.

Boost Your Sales with Custom Gift Display Boxes

Natural gifts that appear high quality and contain no potentially dangerous components are sometimes costly. So, if you buy high-end gifts, they should come in a similarly elegant box. Yet making gifts more noticeable on store shelves is as simple as switching up the packaging.

Users have the option of creating either a 2D or 3D logo. You can emboss a logo to help it stand out in the competitive market. Another method is to distribute cardboard boxes with the brand's logo. You'll sell more of what you're selling if it's easy to see at a glance. As a result, consumers will identify your brand as soon as they view the product.

Final Thoughts

It's possible to promote a product through a variety of methods. Depending on what you think would work best, you may preserve and ship your product in several ways. There are a lot of considerations to make before settling on a packaging house. All these factors and more make it such that unique gift display packaging boxes are immediately noticeable. This method of packaging and transporting goods ensures they arrive at their destination in one piece. It's the most thrilling experience to open a present, for example, since applications like TikTok and Instagram Reels came out. So, let's update the phrase to match the current vogue.

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Discover Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach

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Overview of Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach

Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach, is one of the most beautiful neighborhoods in California. The neighborhood offers many choices depending on needs, including large single-family homes and classy townhouses.

We will explore this beautiful neighborhood's common characteristics and services, the possibilities of dwelling on choices, and the Seacliff on the Greens' resources, life, and community opportunities.

Homes for Sale in Seacliff on the Greens, Huntington Beach, are recognized as one of the city's most orderly and systematically developed neighborhoods, where wealthy residents prefer to live.

This neighborhood has well-maintained and well-organized streets, clean and tidy houses, and a peaceful environment that provides comfort and liveliness to prospective homeowners.

Seacliff's location and proximity to the Seacliff Country Club and the Pacific Ocean give it an advantage and entice those who want to live next to such a country club or near the sea.

Community Features and Amenities

Moving to Seacliff on the Greens will allow residents to use the attached features. Some of the critical amenities include. Among others, the available comforts include:

Gated Entry: Many homes built in the Seacliff on Greens are in very secure gates referred to in the real estate business as gated residences.

Seacliff Country Club: Seacliff Country Club is within walking distance of residents, and residents have access to facilities such as a golfing green, tennis playing area, gym, and place to dine.

Proximity to the Beach: This implies that residents who want to go to the beach can quickly get there by car or bike from Huntington Beach.

Walking and Biking Trails: The community is close to many trails for walking and biking and those who like to refer to themselves as fitness monsters.

Beautiful Landscaping: The community has well-maintained greenery, making the environment presentable to all stakeholders.

Housing Options in Seacliff on the Greens

Seacliff Estates Seacliff Estates is the right word for it, where Seacliff on the Greens defines luxury living at its best. This part of the community has larger houses zoned for single families, and the prices range from $1. 4 million to $1. 7 million.

These homes are luxurious architectural masterpieces of today built with extra width, class, and style. Some of its properties have a direct or indirect view of the Seacliff Country Club's golfing greens, adding charm.

Key Features of Seacliff Estates Homes:

Generally, they are spacious, with large areas of the floor and precluding several bedrooms and bathrooms.

Luxurious real kitchens with custom-designed, top-of-the-line, built-in eating spaces.

Large bedrooms for the master, which come with extra-large bathrooms and wardrobes.

Back gardens and other green areas are essential for a family or having friends over.

Garages attached to the house offer a parking space and adequate space for storage.

Seacliff Master Series For people searching for comfort and outstanding quality, the Sea Cliff Master Series comprises single-family homes ranging from $1. One million to $1. 3 million.

These homes are intended to offer the maximum amount of luxury and simplicity, making them most appropriate for families and individuals.

The exteriors of the houses in this series are also exceptionally designed to appeal to clients and have good features.

Key Features of Seacliff Master Series Homes:

Modern, well-equipped kitchens with finishes and looks should match the pro forma image of newly constructed homes.

Large open-concept living areas that are ideal for everyone to congregate in.

It is likely to have master units that are very spacious and contain en-suite bathrooms.

Carports and overhead collection of garages.

Nonetheless, there are some factors, such as the location of the plot of land regarding the golf course and other privileged facilities within the community.

Seacliff Club Series The Seacliff Club Series targets clients who like townhouse living and have all the advantages of a well-developed luxurious community. These three-story townhouses are sold for less than 1 million dollars and feature different amenities and troupes.

This series of townhouses is ideal for persons who are looking forward to living in a home they do not have to worry much about maintaining while at the same time being comfortable.

Key Features of Seacliff Club Series Townhouses:

Apartment with the concept of organizing living spaces at different levels and necessary functionality.

High-end professional kitchen fitments with all new utensils.

Spacious master bedrooms with ample walk-in closet space and beautifully designed bathrooms.

Security by having a gate for admits from the internal compound.

Condominiums Another housing area available at Seacliff on the Greens is the condominiums, which are also beautifully designed and more competitively priced than the villas.

Usually, these condos come with two to four bedrooms, although they are listed at less than a million dollars. A good number of the condominiums have a controlled gated communal swimming pool, which raises the living standard for the occupants.

Key Features of Seacliff Condominiums:

Extensive use of light and a few barriers between separate parts of the living space.

Tastefully decorated homes, particularly the kitchen with modern and sophisticated kitchen appliances and furniture.

Large numbers of bedrooms with a significant number of storage units.

Usage of the community infrastructure, including swimming pools, gymnasiums, etc.

A gate boosts round-the-clock security with an intercom for worthwhile security.

Lifestyle and Community Benefits

Seacliff on the Greens has a competitive edge of being situated in a coastal area with all the luxury of living a prestigious life. The neighborhood surrounds Huntington Beach, where people can enjoy activities such as surfing, beach volleyball, or just taking pleasant strolls.

Further, it boasts pro golf and tennis courts, a leisurely clubhouse, and social activities from the Seacliff County Club, which strengthens the residents' community.

Education and Schools Parents with young kids will love the school systems in Huntington Beach. Education-wise, the area is blessed with some of the best-ranked schools that offer quality education in association with sound co-curricular activities.

Some of the schools in the area include Seacliff Elementary School, Dwyer Middle School, and Huntington Beach High School. These institutions ensure that the students get Quality education to enable them to have a solid background.

Shopping and Dining Seacliff on the Greens can boast of its decent location, which includes numerous shops and restaurants for different Client tastes. Countless shops, commercial complexes, and even the Pacific City and Bella Terra centers are available for the people of the place.

Further, the field has many dining joints ranging from fast foods and cafes to classy, fine eateries.

Healthcare and Services Quality health care is vital for most home buyers; this is available to Seacliff on the Greens. Hoag Health Center and Huntington Beach Hospital are some of the most respected healthcare centers in the area.

Such institutions provide a host of medical services, which means that if a resident requires the services of a healthcare provider, they will be attended to by the best experts in the field.

Final Thoughts

Seacliff on the Greens is one of the exquisite neighborhoods in Huntington Beach that will provide suitable and convenient accommodation.

With a variety of types of homes, including oversized, large, single dwellings, stylish townhomes, and condominium homes, there is something for everyone. Being a seaside community, amenities such as children's playgrounds, recreational centers, and proximity to the beautiful sandy beach enthuse individuals into saying it is one of the best places to live.

Discover the community's unique history and heritage, from historical landmarks to cultural events, by visiting https://coastalhuntingtonbeachhomes.com/sea-cliff-communities/sea-cliff-on-the-green/.