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ohworm-writes · 3 years ago

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BNA: Brand New Animal Various Relationship Headcanons

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‼ First Date Headcanons ‼

Featuring: Shirou Ogami, Michiru Kagemori, Nazuna Hiwatashi, Marie Itami, Pinga

Warnings: spoilers for BNA!, minor death mention in Marie’s part, anxious shirou

a/n - again, i love BNA, so i couldn’t resist! you can see which are my favorites very clearly~ enjoy!

content below the cut!

shirou ogami

» !! walk + bookstore viewing !!

» shirou is a bit clueless when it comes to a first date

» even living a thousand years, he’s rarely had a real relationship

» he’ll search up first date ideas, i have no doubt about that

» he’s not really keen on a fancy dinner or movie or that

» he wants something relaxing, something you could do as friends too

» it’s his own insecurities coming in at full force, but it’s what makes him comfortable

» he decides for the first part of the date, he’ll take you out for a walk

» sure, it doesn’t sound all the special

» but remember, it’s Anima City we’re talking about

there’s always something to see

» something to do

» he starts right at your apartment, walking around with you

» he tries to strike up conversation, as nervous as he is about it

» he really does like you, but he’s not all that sure of how to show it

» he’s scared to even take your hand in his

» will it make you uncomfortable? will he be overstepping? what if you never want to go out with him again?!

» if you want that sort of stuff to happen, you are going to have to be the person to initiate it

» if you do initiate it, though, he’d never turn you down

» he’s the quiet type, but a fantastic listener!

» he loves to hear you talk about yourself, the things you love, everything!

» he’s awkward talking about himself

» how does he explain to you that he’s the silver wolf

» that’ll take him a while for him to tell

» maybe after a few more dates?

» anywho, your walking inevitable leads you to a small bookstore in the middle of the city

» it looks small from the outside, but the inside

» it’s a wonderland

» even if it seems like quite the find from a random stroll

» he’s had this all planned out

» he watches your face as you walk inside

» the way your eyes light up

» the way your grin reaches your eyes

» he’s enamored by it

» he’d let you pick out anything you want

» a huge book series? it’s as good as yours

» a single book? that’s no problem

» a weird snake shaped eraser you found at the front? why not!

» whatever makes you happy

» you don’t see it, but he has this smile full of adoration while he’s around you

» when you finally reach your home, and it’s late into the night, only then will he ask you for a second date

» he’s all blushy, but his words come out strong

“I enjoyed today with you, more than I could have imagined. Would you want to do this again soon?”

michiru kagemori

» !! theme park !!

» michiru is a sweetheart, we know this

» so her bringing you to a theme park on your first date doesn’t seem all too out of character for her

» she’d probably meet you there, seeing as he doesn’t have a vehicle of her own

» and she doesn’t think you want to hang onto her for dear life as she flies the two of you over there

» so meeting up seemed like the more… plausible option

» tons of games!

» no matter what the game is, she’ll play every. single. one.

» those strength games?

» she may have won the top prize for it

» how? she’ll never tell

» loves the co-op games though, they’re her favorite

» very competitive

» it’s lighthearted, of course, but she will try and sabotage you

» she tries to win you tons of stuffed animals

» Y/n: Michiru, my arms are full, I can’t hold any more plushies-

» Michiru: wait Y/n look! that stand has a huge duck plush! i’m winning that for you

» Y/n: Michiru no-

» in all seriousness, she wants to make a lasting impression

» she goes with you on every ride that you want to go on

» the scariest roller coaster there?

» sure! just know she’ll deny you seeing her shaking like a leaf in line for it

» if you want to go on more mellow rides?

» she’s all for it! whatever you want

» towards the end of the night, she goes on the Ferris Wheel with you

» cliché? maybe so

» but it doesn’t matter to her

» she really likes you, and she wants you to know

» she won’t kiss you, she doesn’t want to force you into anything

» but she will thank you for spending your night with her

“If you want, can we do this again? I’d really really like to.”

nazuna hiwatashi

» !! movie !!

» oh my sweet, sweet girl

» she was so lost on what to do

» 1. you accepted her date

» why? how? she’s not complaining, not in the slightest, but- you? her? why!

» 2. she has no clue what to do for a first date

» she had to search up “first date ideas”

» but in all seriousness, she’s very excited for your night together

» she didn’t want to go out to a theater, so she opted to bring you to her place to watch something

» she bought everything you could ask for

» ice-cream? check

» drinks? check

» popcorn? she’s bought the packets and the stove-top brand

» she’s going all out for your night together

» she has quite the collection, so she’d let you pick out whatever you like

» once the movie is picked, it’s time to get comfy!

» she has so many pillows and blankets

» she not only are some of them placed meticulously around the area in front of the TV, giving you both a comfy space to watch

» but she also has extras in case you get cold or want more comfort!

» she’s very adamant about giving you your needed space

» she doesn’t want to overstep

» butttt, if she can, she’ll lean up against you and watch the said movie with you

» you both give commentary on the movie as well

» critiquing it, the actors, the scenes, all of it

» it adds for some playful banter between the two of you

» Nazuna: i think the actor could have shown more emotion during the scene, you know?

» Y/n: Nazuna, he was playing a dead man. i don’t think he’d be able to show emotion

» Nazuna: well- still!

» when your night of watching films is over, she’ll bring you home

» it’s a lot more comfortable, especially when you tell her how good of a time you had

“Thank you for being with me tonight, Y/n. If it’s okay, maybe we can do this again?”

marie itami

» !! haunted location + ice cream !!

» cocky little thing, she is

» while she was surprised you actually accepted her offer, she doesn’t seem like it whatsoever

» she’s very confident, dripping with it

» so, why not impress you with something scary

» she’d found out this warehouse by the docks was actually the death site of several people

» and she also heard there had been ghost sightings, so she took to first chance to take you there

» she may seem all cocky and full of herself, but if something even mildly scary happens

» she’s out of there

» you don’t know that though

» she uses her phone’s flashlight to look around, you by her side

» if you’re scared, she’ll tease you oh-so much about it

» in a loving way

» honestly, no matter what you think of the situation, she’ll tease you

» Y/n, unfazed by the whole situation: are you alright Marie?

» Marie: are you asking me because you’re scared? come on Y/n, you know i’ll protect you~

» queue a broom falling down in the background, Marie screaming and running out of there with you

» after you both leave, she still tries to play off the whole situation

» she leads you to a small ice cream stand nearby

» she sounds annoyed when she pays for you, but she thinks it’s so worth it

» you won’t see it, she’s sly, but she’s staring at you the whole time

“So, Y/n, you free to do this again Saturday?”

pingua

» !! diner + dancing in the park !!

» pinga, the gentleman as ever, makes your first date classy

» he takes you to a small, family owned diner in the city

» the place itself is cozy, warm, welcoming

» he knows all the workers there

» he gets a booth for the two of you to sit at near a large window

» he spends a lot of the date admiring you

» the way your eyes light up as you talk about something you’re passionate about

» the way your cheeks flush when he compliments you

» the way your eyes are on him so intently when he talks

» he adores it

» speaking of…

» lots, and i mean lots of flirting and compliments from him

» he loves teasing you

» if you bite back, he’ll seem unfazed

» but he finds it awfully attractive

» his idea of a first date is really getting to know the other person

» their likes, dislikes

» the things that make them double over laughing

» the things that make them tick

» everything and anything

» of course, he pays for your food

» there’s no room for arguing with him

» Y/n: Pinga, please let me at least pay for this all

» Pinga: i’ll have no such thing. come on Y/n, dear, allow me

» he’s so nice about it, you can’t even tell him no

» once your dinner is over, he’ll hold your hand and lead you away from the diner to the park nearby

» [ a/n - i like to imagine this is the one in episode 6 where michiru and nazuna have their argument ]

» it’s late, the path is only visible from the streetlamps overhead

» he’d hold your hand tighter, not too tight, and slowly bring you into a slow dance

» the stars are barely visible in the city, but their still there

» he’s so elegant when he dances too

» light on his feet, full of passion

» he’s falling for you

“You know my dear, if you’d allow me, I’d love to do this again sometime with you.”

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herstarburststories · 4 years ago

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Wedding Dress

Kinktober day 13: Cunnilingus

Pairing: Domestic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean is hiding under your wedding dress— he can have some fun while he's in there, right?

A/N: I'll admit that my mood isn't high today, and writing this one was kind hard at some point. So, @theicariantouch helped me a lot more than they usually already do and I'm so glad. Thank you, hon! This is co-written.

Warnings: oral sex (woman receiving), cute, kind public sex

“You look beautiful!”

You rolled your eyes at your mom's obvious lie, although the look on her face told you that she truly believed that adjective could be used properly there. Perhaps that was the 'perfect child' syndrome again when mothers saw their newborns — the unfinished, strange little creatures as they were — as the cutest beings in the galaxy. No one would have the heart to tell them that their baby looked like an old knee, and neither did you about the clearly ugly clothing.

The inordinately puffy dress was more beige than white with a massive bow laced to crown at the small of your back, no cleavage, and sequins embossed with an opalescent gleam trailing along the waistline. It wasn’t in an elegant way like Cinderella’s, but in the most démodé, antiquated manner possible. You'd never wear it for any party, much less your marriage — plus, you just tried it on because you imagined it'd be funny to twirl and watch the skirt flutter, maybe feel like a princess for a hot minute.

There was something those movies didn’t tell you about the dresses like this, and that was the fact they were heavy. You only wore it for a couple of minutes, and you already wanted to cut it open with scissors and walk around naked for the rest of the day.

After all, this wasn't really your color.

You replaced your wrinkled nose with a playful grimace followed by a shrug. “I guess I'll try another. The siren cut one is really pretty.”

“I'll ask for them to get it.” She nodded, getting up to summon Cecilia — the unfortunate worker that had fetched at least fifteen different dresses for you by now — and the third glass of champagne for herself. She quickly got lost in the lavender-scented castle of dresses, high-classed scenery marked with the quiet lull of Celine Dion playing in the background. You scoffed, turning around to meet the mirror again just to make sure this one was a definite no until your eyes found something way more interesting.

Dean Winchester — the man you made a home out of — was looking at you through the large glass window. It was so easy to spot the smile on his face while he observed you with a lionized intensity as if you were his favorite movie that he couldn’t get enough of watching. Dean's vivid green eyes were almost glossy with adoration and loyalty — because that was the only way this magnetic man knew how to love. And he loved you; oh, how much he loved you and the life he never thought he'd get with you. That marvelously dazed look on his face almost fooled you into thinking that this was the right dress.

Sweetened seconds of longing looks soon shifted, changing into a frown of yours as Dean stepped into the fancy boutique. You moved your body to glance at him, the skirted ends of the dress dancing around your legs as the subtle woosh of fabric echoed. Fortunately, it seemed to break Dean's focus as well, his eyes now sharpened on your confused expression.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was out for lunch with Sammy, so I decided to drop in.” He smirked, approaching you. You placed your hands on your hips and glanced at him. Your bridal instinct — which, funnily enough, sounded a lot like your mom — screamed for you to cover yourself up, but what was the point? He had already seen it, and that definitely wouldn't be your dress.

Nonetheless, you arched your eyebrows and wore an accusative tone as you spoke, “You aren't supposed to see me in a wedding dress before our marriage, Winchester.”

“I don't believe that.” Dean rolled his eyes and placed his hands on your hips.

God, that puffy beige abomination had enough cushiony material to suppress the sensation of Dean's hands on you. Yep, big no.

Childish joy was spreading across your face with a beam as you put your arms around his neck. “You, of all people, a skeptic?”

The Winchester pulled you closer donning that lopsided grin that often made you want to drag him to the nearest bed, but, before he could even speak, you heard your mother's voice nattering to Cecilia about shades of white steadily growing louder.

She would kill you and Dean both if she saw him there.

“Hide, now!” You pushed his chest only to gain a confused look from the retired hunter. “My mom's coming. You know how crazy she is about matrimonial traditions and whatever! You need to go, now!”

Dean gulped as though just now noticing your mom's echoing voice and high heels clicking against the floor. How was that more threatening than the howls of the werewolves he used to kill?

“Dean!” you pleaded when he didn't move.

He glanced at you with desperate eyes, suddenly paralyzed with fear. “What? I can't go through the front door, she'll see me!”

“Are you afraid of my mom?” you say incredulously, a frown abruptly sharpening your painted features.

Dean glared at you in exhaustion. “You aren't?”

“That's not the point!” You groaned. Dean seemed to finally catch up to the idea, abruptly making a beeline to the dressing room encircled with thick velvet curtains the color of spilled wine. “What are you doing?”

He gestured wildly, clearly with only one goal in mind: hide. “Getting in the dressing room!”

“All the others besides mine are occupied!” you hiss sharply, because you’ve been trying on gowns of all shapes and sizes long enough now to know the drill. You pointed to the ostentatiously large gown you were wearing. “They’ll see you once I go back in to change out of this.”

Dean looked you up and down, a completely inappropriate smirk growing on his lips when you were about thirty seconds away from getting caught violating the imagined laws of matrimony. “I wouldn't mind seeing you change this. I can even help you to-”

“Dean!” you hissed as an idea struck. What else could you do? You weren't signing up for a two-hour-long lecture about the importance of tradition for your own wedding, but there was no other place you could hide Dean in. Your mom's voice was progressively getting closer and closer. What you did next was a desperate yet necessary measure. “Get under me.”

Dean's brows knitted together incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me! This thing is so big it’ll hide you,” you exclaimed in a lower tone than your nervousness desired, denoting the excessively billowy dress. You lifted the smoothly flared skirt just enough not to show your panties and barked: “Get inside, now!”

Dean shot you a wink before dutifully doing what he was told. “That's what she said.”

You just rolled your eyes at his muffled retort, beginning to question why you had agreed to marry him in the first place.

It didn't take longer than ten seconds for your mom and Cecilia to pop up. The latter held a bundle of dresses in diversified shades of white before settling them on the Victorian-esque marble top table, sighing in relief at the final release of her admittedly heavy burden.

“Honey, we brought you five siren cuts!” Your mom, though, had an excited smile on, already grabbing one of the many dresses and pushing it into your arms. “Try this!”

Cecilia gave you a friendly smile, gesturing to the long, silken dress you’d just been given. “This one is from Mattel's new collection.”

Dean shifted under your gown, his spiked hair tickling your leg. He was a big man, so you knew this was difficult for him too. You gulped, heart pounding like a drum inside of your chest while you tried to come up with a request to keep them away long enough for you to get rid of Dean.

Glancing around the classy room, your eyes caught a myriad of vibrantly colorful dresses swaying on a rack next to the wall of mirrors. This was it. This was your out.

Your gaze landed back on the two women in front of you. The icy current from the air conditioner combing through your hair didn't help the blood running cold in your veins. You swallowed the lump in your throat and wore your best poker face.

Was this how Dean felt when he had to lie for a job when he was a hunter? You didn't know, but what you knew for sure was how his greedy fingers felt pulling your panties to the side when he was hiding under your improbably enormous wedding dress in the middle of an ostentatious clothing store.

“They all look so pretty,” you said, suppressing your scoff as Dean pecked your thigh, “but I was thinking about red ones?”

Cecilia opened her mouth to respond, but your mom was quicker. With a shocked expression and her hand resting dramatically on chest, she said: “Red?! That's not a color for a ceremony in the church.”

You were ready to offer her a swift retort as this was your wedding, not hers, but Dean's kisses kept rising higher and higher. Son of a bitch! You’d kill him if it didn't feel so good. You were already wet, momentarily losing track of space and time. Everything with him felt like the comfortable warmth of afterglow.

That is, until your mother brought you back down to earth with an admonishingly chide tone: “Y/N!”

“I just want to see how it fits me. Please.” You knew he was purposely ignoring your pussy, kissing near it but never getting to the point. You placed you hand on the part of the dress that his head would be, pushing him a little closer. The next word wasn’t meant for your entourage, but it made sense anyway: “Please.”

Cecilia curved the corner of her lips in sympathy. “Of course. We just got a new package a few days ago. I think they will fit you perfectly!”

Dean's lips kissed your heat. You bit your bottom lip to control a moan, summoning a nod interlaced with a tight smile for Cecilia. You doubted you were able to come up with anything else more coherent than Dean and more right now.

“I'll make sure it isn't too red!” You mom huffed, following the worker as she turned away to grab what you asked for.

Dean's hand held onto your leg as he started to lick in slowly, savoring your taste. He had to be controlling himself carefully, staving down his own desire to go deep and eat you out hungrily like he usually did.

You watched the pair leave, impatience fraying your scattered thoughts. You clenched down tightly, trying to force his tongue out of you as you waited for your mother to leave. Unfortunately, she stopped in the middle of the aisle to abandon Cecilia in favor of another worker swathed in a collection of bridal veils. Too risky. Maybe pushing him to the door would be better long term than having Dean to go down on you right now, but it certainly wouldn’t be as pleasurable.

You decided to consider this one of the little adventures pre-marriage: the eldest Winchester was now licking his way inside you, fingertips sinking into your skin as he pressed his mouth and tongue against your wetness.

God, you loved that man.

“Thought you'd like to see some options without your mom.” Cecilia's voice out of nowhere almost made you jump, but you were able to restrain yourself. The fear of getting caught suddenly putting your body in place again, but Dean wasn't having any of it. As soon as you forced a giggle out to answer her, his mouth was on your pussy again.

“Yeah, she can be a little controlling.” You coughed. At least you could use the subject to excuse your discomfort.

You could practically feel Dean's smile on your pussy as he sucked your clit, wriggling his finger inside you. You pressed the hand on the other side of the thick curtain of fabric of his head down harder — for anyone else, it would look like this gesture coupled with your heated expression meant that the dress was uncomfortably hot.

At least, Cecilia thought so. With an understanding, saleswoman grin, she asked: “Do you want help to take the dress off?”

“No!” you almost screamed. It felt good to actually expel the noises you were withholding, even if it was on accident. “I mean, no. No, thank you. I'll take it off myself and try this red one — Can you keep my mom distracted for a couple minutes? She wouldn't like to see me in this.”

Coming up with a lie while your fiancé was sucking your clit and fingering you, checked.

“All for the bride.” Cecilia winked at you and left.

It took a couple seconds for you to regain some self control. With every ounce of willpower you had, you forced yourself to lift your dress and push Dean away from your trembling legs.

“What are you doing?” you asked, glancing at his face. That idiot wore a cocky smile on and had the audacity to lick his lips.

“What? You can't tell me to get between your legs and not eat you out. I'm a good soon-to-be husband.” He winked.

“You're unbelievable.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Hurry up and make me come, and don't get the dress dirty. Cecilia might be able to keep my mom away for like, five minutes. Do a good job.”

Dean chuckled, not able to discern if he was confusing reality and porn again or if this was actually happening, but your taste on his lips was evidence enough to make it uncontestible. He gave you a loving gaze despite everything before coming back to finish what he started. This was it, that was his girl.

“I can't wait to marry you.”

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agehabutterfly · 3 years ago

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Adam's Day Off

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Adam du Mortain x F!Detective Rating: M (kept it classy but 🌶️🌶️) Word Count: 3.4K Warnings: Major Book 2 plot spoilers Read on AO3 | Read on Wattpad

Satisfied with the conclusion of today’s training, Adam towels off and heads back to his room for a much-needed shower.

There had been a lull in supernatural activity in the curious little town of Wayhaven after the maa-alused situation had been peaceably resolved. Thus, their handling Agent declared a very rare day off.

The vampires were eager to take time to participate in activities that suited them; Nate set off to a neighboring historic town for a rare book collection viewing and discussion. Felix went to the city to experience what he called ‘the wonders of human society and social life’, and Mason...he didn’t say where he was off to, but Adam had a feeling it was somewhere he could be in relative silence.

Adam walks through the winding hallways of the Warehouse, embracing the odd quiet that had settled over it.

And with the quiet, he can’t help the thoughts of a certain detective that invade his mind.

She was using her long weekend to go on a beach trip with her colleagues Officer Poname and Dr. Verda.

Despite being thrust into the supernatural world mere months ago, the Detective had taken it in stride, and had proven herself more than competent during the maa-alused negotiations, and was key in rescuing Sanja from those pesky trappers.

Adam grinds his teeth a bit when he remembers the leader of the maa-alused’s obvious draw to his- uh, Wayhaven’s, detective. Demanding to speak to her alone, and cheekily touching her delicate face before they parted ways when he thought Adam wasn’t looking.

But who wouldn’t be drawn to someone as genuine and charming as the Detective? She is an enigma that Adam just can’t puzzle out. That must be why she occupies so much of his mind.

He thinks of how serious she is at work, but how easygoing she becomes amongst friends. Or how she fiercely meets his intense stare one moment and shyly averts her gaze the next. The alluring smile that brings him to his knees every time he looks upon it. And when she chews her bottom lip, deducing this happenstance or that, Adam just...

He shakes his head violently to rid himself of the thoughts coming next. Yet, for whatever reason, he still can’t shake the irritation he feels about Falk’s proximity to her.

But, if anyone needs a break, it was surely the Detective. The semblance of normalcy was good for her, and he iss glad that she still has people and things that offer her respite from the constant whirlwind working with the Agency is.

Opening the door to his room, Adam sighs despite himself. While he is glad she was away for the weekend, a part of him - bigger than he’s willing to admit - misses her presence. Even if it rouses in him things no other being had roused in him before. A prospect that simultaneously thrills and terrifies him.

Adam is so deep in thought that he doesn't realize that he isn’t alone. That is until a shadow stirs in the far corner.

He tenses immediately at the perceived threat, but the tension evaporates when an all-too-familiar scent captivates his nose.

She smells of an intoxicating blend of myrrh, frankincense, damask rose, and a hint of musk that is entirely unique to her essence.

Her back is turned to him, as she turns over one of the few keepsakes lined along a small shelf on the otherwise bare wall.

“Detective,” Adam tries to keep his voice steady. “I thought you were on a trip?”

She tilts her head, still examining the knickknack in an elegant hand. “I was,” she says simply.

Adam takes a half-step forward, “But?”

“I...” the Detective’s head turns to spare him a glance over her left shoulder, “I believe I left something here.” The playful smile turning up the corners of her full, rouged lips make Adam’s breath hitch.

In an effort to compose himself, he clasps his hands behind his back. But really, it’s only to hide how hard he nervously digs his fingers into his palm. “If you’ve left something here at the Warehouse, then I shall be happy to assist you in locating it.” He replies stiffly.

Adam isn’t prepared for the goosebumps that ripple through him at the soft sound of the Detective’s melodic laughter.

“I’m not so sure about that,” she turns her focus back to the keepsake, gently placing it back down. Her long hair is held up by the same clamp she normally wears at work. The exposed bit of her craned neck immediately captures Adam’s attention.

He clears his throat in an attempt to dissipate the building tension. “Well, what did you leave behind?” Her painstakingly slow turn toward him gives him enough time to appreciate the way the heels she wears compliment those mile-long legs, and how the belted trench coat cinches her small waist yet slightly fleshy stomach and accentuates her very lush bottom half.

Adam finds her bewitching gaze already trained on him after lingering on her thighs a bit longer than he’d realized. He’s grateful that the shadowy room doesn’t give the blush that blooms across his face away. “Why aren’t you with Officer Poname and Dr. Verda?”

“I told you,” he tenses again as she takes a daring step forward, “I left something important behind.” She peers up at him through dark lashes.

His voice softens to a whisper. “And what, pray tell, would that be?” His eyes remain trained on her as his feet unknowingly answer her magnetic pull.

“You,” she answers just as softly.

Adam’s eyes widen and his posture becomes ramrod straight.

No.

He couldn’t.

He can’t give into this.

To her.

Relinquishing control was how he’d lost everything that ever mattered to him. How he became what he was in the first place. A monster. The shame and guilt he’d sequestered for nearly a millennium threaten to overtake him.

He dares to look back at her, but she sees that his expression is one laced with the lingering pain of his past. “Adam,” she begins. “I won’t hurt you.” Though her eyebrows are knit in worry, her declaration is resolute.

“It’s not you whom I am worried will do the hurting,” he murmurs sadly, training his gaze back to the floor.

Adam freezes immediately when he feels the heat from her dainty hand just centimeters away from his face.

It hovers in the space between them, waiting. As she always does for him. When he doesn’t move away, she takes it as silent permission.

Adam’s eyes flutter shut as he feels the Detective’s delicate fingers lightly trace the hard lines of his jaw before resting it comfortably against his face. The shaky breath the touch elicits from him edges her even closer to him.

The pale moonlight beaming through the skylight above illuminates her soft features. From her striking eyes, symmetrical nose, high cheekbones, playful Cupid’s bow, and the stretch of her incredible smile, she is all yin.

She is perfect.

The quiet moment between them brings the epiphany Adam had been suppressing all this time.

He is in love with this woman.

And he wants to be loved by this woman.

And that petrifies him.

Her captivating stare probes him a second further before dropping to his lips, which part in anticipation before he can tell his brain otherwise.

The fingers of her free hand brush against his. “Detective-“ he begins trying to replace the slightly chagrined expression he wore with a serious one. “If we do this, there’s no turning back. Not for me at least. I’ve come to care about you more than I’ve ever thought possible,” he admits. “I...I want every part of you, not just what carnal relations can offer.”

His eyes bore into hers with sincerity. The declaration leaves her slightly breathless, but she meets his gaze with an equally earnest expression. “I want to know every part of you, too.” She threads her fingers through his, “but will you finally let me in?”

Adam swallows thickly as the question hangs in the air. His 900 years' worth of baggage threatens to make him pull away as he always does. But, can he let his past keep him from the one person he’d spent lifetimes convincing himself would never appear?

He tried avoiding her, arguing with her, pushing her away. And despite all the effort he’d invested into that, he knows there is nothing that can keep him away from her. Ever.

“Adam, I burn for you,” and he knows it to be true. Every time they share a glance the temperature in the room instantly skyrocketed. Right now, he could feel every ounce of heat from her just a hair away from him and he wants nothing more than to feel that heat firsthand.

The Detective’s eyes widen slightly as a rare smile appears on the hauntingly beautiful face before her. Her heart all but stops when he whispers “Tu omnia” to her for the second time.

And with a final searching look, her eyes flutter shut with her red lips parted in wait. Giving him permission to enter this strange new territory together with her.

His heartbeat thunders in his ears as their breath mingles mere centimeters apart. Closing his eyes, he finally gives in to what he’s been fighting from the moment they’d officially met.

He touches his trembling lips to her lush, curved ones. And it immediately feels like he’s floating.

Although it‘s only a chaste kiss, it sends tingles through every ultra-sensitive nerve in his immortal body.

He draws back slightly to ensure she is okay, but he isn’t prepared for the vulnerable expression she wears as he peers at her. And that look makes something inside him break.

His fervid yearning is instantly unleashed as his lips crash back onto hers. His sudden need eliciting a yelp from her that quickly morphs into an unbridled moan against his fervent mouth.

She tastes even more overwhelming than she smells. And the longer their lips lock, the more he wants to sample. A long groan is muffled against her lips as he feels hands slip beneath his shirt. She hungrily grazes each peak and valley the unyielding cords of muscle form to make up his impressive physique.

He plunges a hand under the short trench coat and begins his own exploration over her form. He knows he’s found a particularly sweet spot when she breaks their kiss to let an ‘ah’ escape her as his firm grip squeezes a love handle at the juncture between her hip and thigh.

Her hands move to his chest to steady herself. Adam’s lips try to find hers again but he growls in slight frustration when she only allows a peck.

She pulls back a bit, peering at him with a half-lidded gaze so fiery Adam is certain he’ll spontaneously combust. “You’re always in control, Commanding Agent.” A sexy smirk stretches across her face as she glances down at the excitement he can barely contain in his gray sweatpants. She gently pushes him onto the bed and takes a small step back “Why don’t you...let someone else do the ordering for a change?” He’s about to growl in slight protest when his heart stops completely for the second time in his life. He is utterly enraptured by the sensual gaze she throws him as she slowly undoes the coat buttons. His jaw drops when she opens it and reveals what she has on underneath. Or rather, what she barely has on underneath.

Her skin is completely smooth under the moonlight which caresses the soft curve of her rounded shoulders. His eyes move down to her ample bust spilling slightly from the black corset donned on her. The sheer lace layered over the boning somehow makes her impossibly small waist appear even tinier. But what gives him greatest pause are her fleshy thighs caged between the racy crotchless panties, cut into a V-shape to accentuate her long, lush legs, and lacy black garters held up with intricate bungee clips. Adam has to lean back to truly admire all that she is. He briefly muses if she would be considered a ‘stallion’, like that Megan girl the Detective insists on listening to on the car radio, always describes.

The Detective’s confidence falters slightly under Adam's lengthy scrutiny. She’s about to shyly close the coat. But when a resounding “Don’t” comes from the man she’s aching for, she has no choice but to obey. The slight tilt of his head and his come-hither stare forces her to stumble closer to him. Like the gentleman he is, Adam gently slides the coat the rest of the way down her arms.

A pleasant shiver vibrates through her as the back of his hands run down her arms before settling onto her hips. “I may be the vampire but it is you that has me completely enthralled, Detective.” A smile so impish forms on his lady love’s face that he wonders if she is not indeed the mythical Lilith herself.

Her hands slide up to his broad shoulders. “You’re quite tense, Commanding Agent,” offering her assessment after a few rubs. “Why don’t I help you with that?”

Before he knows it, the Detective is on the bed behind him, gingerly massaging the taut muscles. Adam closes his eyes and notices how the pressure from her hands seems to magically melt a millennium of worry from his back. An unexpected grunt escapes him as she unfurls a particularly tight knot at the base of his neck. He gasps slightly when she places a soft kiss on the now-knotless area.

The Detective’s lips wander to the edge of his shoulder. “How many nights have I spent thinking about doing this to you?” She punctuated every other word with a kiss, traveling up the length of his shoulder to his neck. His pants are replaced with a loud groan when she runs her tongue up to the shell of his sensitive ear.

“Detective,” he hisses through gritted teeth, “I’m trying to follow your lead,” he pants, “but you truly know how to test a man’s willpower.” Her ministrations make his erection crowd the space in his pants painfully.

She chuckles playfully. “And you truly know how to test a woman’s patience,” the playful nip to his ear makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He could feel her smirk against his skin, “It’s only fair, Commanding Agent,” she murmurs moving to the other side to repeat her motions. Adam tilts his head to give her full access. He bites his lip hard when she nips his other ear and blows a breath into it. The feel of her pert nipples against his back combined with the heat of her skin searing into his, prompts a low growl to rumble through his chest.

“Detective, please...” Adam was dangerously close to flipping her over and sheathing himself in the heat radiating between her thighs, but he wants the moments they were sharing to last. He wants to burn every heated gaze, searing touch, and tawdry moan from tonight into his memory.

She can feel his resolve creeping closely to breaking the point, but she has to hear him say it.

“Please what, Adam?” she teases. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me clearly.”

“Detective, I want- no. I need you. Now.”

Disappointment floods him when she peels her body from his. Swinging her legs over the bed, she stands before him once again, hands settled on her hips.

“Take off your clothes,” she orders. Adam eagerly obeys. She ogles him closely as he peels his heather blue t-shirt off and slides his light gray sweatpants and simple black boxers off in one motion. Stripped bare, he rises to stand before her. His proud manhood pointed straight at her, throbbing conspicuously under the Detective’s torrid gaze. Just begging for her touch.

The hypnotic sway of the Detective’s wide hips further entrances him as she saunters forward. Her outspread hands gently guide him back to the bed and onto his back.

Her burning hands rest on his chest once again, steadying herself before pinning his hips between her knees. A devilish smile graces her features once again as she looks down at him, completely powerless under her.

Adam feels the anticipation coil in his stomach. “Let me see you.” He'd breathed the command before he’d even known it. She raises an eyebrow and her hands move back to her hips expectantly. “...please?” he relents. The alluring smile quickly returns as her hands deftly unhook the corset. Her “That’s more like it” is punctuated by a chuckle as she unexpectedly throws the corset over his face before he can see what’s underneath!

Snatching the stay from his head, the frustrated snarl that threatens to ripple through him dies in his throat when he’s faced with a new, breathtaking sight.

The Detective’s flowing hair spills over her delicate shoulders, now framing the ample breasts currently demanding his complete attention. “Soft,” is all he manages to mumble as he grabs as many large handfuls as he possibly can. Thumbing her erect nipples earns him a few squirms and squeals. It is when his wet tongue meets a nipple, however, he receives the continuous hums of pleasure his ears want to hear. He moves to the other breast, giving it the same care.

It was then he learned that her left nipple is slightly more sensitive than the right, and this new discovery exhilarates him. He definitely knows he's on the right track when a graze of his teeth on it makes her grind lightly against his pubic bone. The moisture collecting in her crotchless panties does not leave Adam unaffected.

The Detective’s own growing need forces Adam back down onto the bed. Meeting him there, she catches his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles it lightly before pulling him back into another sweltering kiss.

Their lips work against each other with a fervor Adam has never felt until now. They are all over each other; grabbing, grasping, and gripping anything their hands can find. Daring to take it up a notch, he licks her bottom lip. She immediately obliges and moans as his tongue tastes every corner of her sweet mouth.

She breathlessly breaks their kiss. Her thighs pressing together at the sensation of his strong hands massaging them. He was ready to feel every part of her. She reaches behind herself to loosely stroke his shaft which is already throbbing against her unbearably soft ass.

Her half-lidded gaze finds his and her sultry, “Are you ready for me, Commanding Agent?” revives the goosebumps all over his body. He gives her a tight nod, afraid his voice will waver in anticipation.

Lifting her bottom half, a shuddering moan escapes Adam as he feels her wetness graze against one of the most sensitive parts of him. Eyes never leaving his, she grasps the base of his shaft and guides herself achingly slow over her dripping entrance.

But, before he can feel what he knows will be pure ecstasy when they finally connect - he awakes abruptly.

Only a dream? A ragged breath escapes Adam as he runs a tired hand over his face. That dream was too vivid. And the tightness in his boxers refuses to go ignored.

Resigned, he drags himself into the coldest shower he can handle.

But alas, the arctic level temperatures prove moot against the tawdry dream sequence replaying in his mind again and again. The powerful feeling of the Detective’s supple flesh pressed against his solid self keeps him randier than a teen boy.

Then, he does something he hasn’t done in a very long time.

He clasps a hand around himself and allows the memories from his dream to coax a release from him. Right before he empties himself out, he clamps his free hand over his mouth and lets the Detective’s name slip out in a garbled groan.

The sheer power behind the orgasm forces him to lean an arm against the shower wall as the ice-cold water runs down his heaving back. Although his body has calmed considerably, his mind still races with thoughts of the magnetic Detective.

If he thought it’d been difficult before, then there is definitely no way he’s getting her out of his head now.

#adam du mortain #twc adam #adam du mortain x detective #twc fanfic #twc fanfiction #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #agehawrites #my fanfiction

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wapwetasspirates · 4 years ago

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SO SFW AZ (Cutlass)

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Very tactile but also very stiff. It is fairly obvious Cutlass cares and she shows it more and more the farther into the relationship an s/o goes but it takes some guidance on what is appropriate and what you need. She tends to expect her partners to voice what you need and if you don’t she assumes those needs are met.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Listening. Cutlass tends to be very action driven and when she does speak she hates repeating herself. Listening and actually doing what she’s asked (coughorderedcough) without making it a hassle actually shows her you care and respect her. It's the fastest way to leave her speechless and no those aren’t hearts in her eyes, keep working!

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

So long as she can be the big spoon she doesn’t mind cuddling but much like hugging she is a bit stiff. Being a little spoon is out of the question for the current Cutlass, it's too long to be wrapped up in someone but she will allow you to lay in her lap. Stay long enough and you might hear her purr or convince her to sing you to sleep.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

One of the few who enjoys what she does she actually would enjoy continuing to work on a ship. She fantasies, though she won’t say as much, her and her partner running all the seas.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

All of it. She doesn’t take these things lightly and if she is going to make this work she’lll put in as much effort as she does with everything and demand perfection from it.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She tends to let her s/o fend for themselves unless asked. It’s not that she doesn’t care but she isn’t used to needing to look after someone but once she knows what you need she is quick to catch on and will do whatever you need.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

She is fond of jewelry as a gift and enjoys seeing her s/o wear it. She doesn’t care for many things in return but do something nice for her and she won’t forget it.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Hugs are difficult for Cutlass. She wants to trust people but the idea of them having a literal hold on her doesn’t sit well. As such she has developed rules, much to everyone's amusement. You have to show her your hands and she times each hug, no more than 15 seconds per hug. When giving hugs she tends to brisk and it is similar to hugging a tree. Give her some time and she’ll get the hang of it but don’t laugh at her counting or your ears won’t survive the shouting match that follows.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Much like her Tale counterpart she is fond of large gestures but hers tend to be aimed at describing her exact feelings. Romance? Have a ship full of red roses. Suggestive? Well now you have a box of clothes she would like to see you in. She isn’t shy in what she wants romantically or otherwise but it is new and she is prone to asking a thousand questions before going forth with any plans.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Not even slightly. Your hers and she’s yours and everyone knows it and if they don't’ she’ll just have to show them and you exactly what she means.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

If she isn’t she is a quick study. Cutlass takes pride in doing her best at everything and that includes kissing her s/o. Her favorite place to kiss is actually your eyelids right as you close your eyes going in for a kiss but her favorite place to receive them is on the lips. Forget to give her one and she is likely to follow you and remind you why you shouldn’t forget by kissing you senseless, “AND NEXT TIME YOU WON’T FORGET, WILL YOU?”

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

You’ll rarely hear Cutlass say it unless you ask specifically or on “special” occasions. Its not that she doesn’t, she tends to rely on you interpreting all her actions and prefers gestures to words as words hold little weight for her. It can be a point of contention for some but she’ll try if you ask.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so what kind of ceremony?)

Of course. That’s the next step in dating she just...has to propose. She can stop laughing Buckle! And obviously the ceremony would be the grandest there ever could be so long as thats what her s/o wants. She isn’t sure what she wants because she’d never thought that you’d actually say yes.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

A bit on the formal side and by the book Cutlass enjoys wining and dining her s/o on dates. All very classy and elegant, a show of her wealth and power but also a way for her to provide for you in the best way she knows how. She likes to have set times at least once a week but she’ll do more if asked.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

She isn’t one to give declarations but when given the opportunity she can sweep you off your feet with songs she may or may not have written for you.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Much like her sister she is rather serious but she does enjoy good word play and innuendos, surprisingly her humor can be a bit crass. She isn’t a fan of physical pranks though and loses her temper with them fairly quickly.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Yes actually. Cutlass likes being in charge but she needs to know the rules first and she hates being ignored herself; she tries not to ignore her partner's wishes either. That said, she is hesitant and cautious about giving her own and when she does voice her thoughts it is only after she has stewed in them.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Not very. Cutlass has your relationship planned from the start till death do you part and she can be a bit fussy and jittery about kinks and sudden plans being thrown in the mix. She isn’t the biggest fan of change.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Unlike the waking hours sleeping Cutlass curls around her s/o like she can shield them from the world. She is a bit like an octopus in her sleep, good luck getting away or any space because she sleeps like the dead.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Completely. If she’s pursued a relationship with you that means she has waited until she already trusts you, she wouldn’t be in a relationship otherwise.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

Skeleton. Hot. Pirate.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Immediately but only in private. She becomes softer spoken, less temperamental and more willing to discuss rather than order. Her patience seems to lengthen as well and she trusts in you keeping her secrets as she’ll keep yours.

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

While she enjoys being waited on hand and foot, Cutlass does the same in return. Need a footrub? She’s on it. Shoulder hurt? Backrub time. Long day? She already has the bath going. She is an attentive partner and she shows it at every chance she gets, she’ll spoil you if you let her.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Very likely to freeze at first then work to get her s/o to safety. She won’t have a chance to do much else because Buckle will have already taken care of it.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Same as her sister she isn’t a fan of roughhousing and makes it known very, very clearly.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

She is and she practically demands the same from her s/o. It may be awkward going at first as her version of passion isn’t to the definition but give her a bit of time and direction and she’ll get there.

#pirate au #sfw az #Cutlass #ut au #wap

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mydearsaddiary · 4 years ago

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Speakeasy Tonight Neil Season 3 Fanfic

Neil Season 3- Chapter 3

Hello! For those of you who don’t know Im writing a fanfic on how I’d imagine Neil Season 3 to go! This is chapter 3, here’s a link with all the chapters: https://mydearsaddiary.tumblr.com/NeilSeason3Fanfic

Little Curiosity notes: Because this chapter is all about the high society of BAHS-ton, there’s some currency involved! I put the amount in 1926 dollars, in parenthesis I adjusted it according to inflation on how much it’s cost today!

WARNING: LOTS OF ANGST AND DRAMA. LIKE SO MUCH DRAMA.

Chapter 3- Ghosts Are Alive in a Haunted Night

1926

The way to Boston was long. The anticipation built was driving me over the edge. I’ve been around the upper crust of Chicago, but even so most of them seemed like new money. Extravagant women who just got their hands on dough and bought everything they could. The upper crusts I met in Chicago weren’t elegant, they just had money in their hands. Even so I felt like an imposter amongst them.

I had a perception Neil’s family would be different. They were the true high society. Money was in their roots and they’ve never lived without it. For generations and generations I imagined most of them never worked, but increased their riches by letting others do the work for them.

I noticed when Lucille wrote to Neil, she always signed “Lucille Dresner of Boston”. Only the wealthy referred to themselves with their hometown attached to their name like “The Dresners of Boston”. They measured each other by how prominent of a family they were. For the first time I didn’t think of Neil as just Neil. I imagined him as “Cornelius Dresner of Boston” or “Cornelius of the house Dresner from Boston” or some fancy Jane Austen society title I could never imagine myself belonging to.

I knew Neil was living in an apartment in Chicago, living the same economic life as I did right now by choice, but that didn’t change where he was from or who his family was. For the first time I also realized that you could notice the high class in Neil in his personality.

There was just something in him that distanced him from people like Cliff or Vince who’d come from nothing or even me, who came from some but not as much. I thought of the elegancy, the way he never let himself look like a fool, the fact that he was highly educated, enjoyed chess like no other, the fact that it was easy to look at him and respect him. He had the air of being classier than most. He had his troubles and he wasn’t some snob who thinks he is better than everyone, but something in me said I needed to step up to the gentry, who breathed old money and who would judge me as middle class.

I looked down at the dress I chose for the trip. It was a delicate red. I always thought it was a good color on me, but it wasn’t the best dress (or the best shoes) I could be wearing

I looked at Neil who looked so calm he could have no idea of the internal battle that was happening in my mind. However, I felt guilty for struggling so much. Neil hadn’t seen his family in years, they’d probably be talking and paying so much attention to him that they wouldn’t even have time to look at what I was wearing

Nevertheless when we stepped out of the train in Boston I felt trapped. When I first got to Chicago, it seemed like the city was bursting, it was like my world had expanded and there was no seeing its end. In Boston I got a different feeling. The elegancy, tall buildings and the cold air engulfed you in its atmosphere and urged you to climb the social ladder. It seemed to tell you if you didn’t, you were bound to fail

-Hey…-It was the first time I said something in at least half an hour- I’ve been dying to see the fashion stores in Boston. Whaddya say you take me to see one, just to look around the city for a bit before we go?-I held his arm firmly

-Is the calm and steady Miss Granger nervous to meet my parents?- He got back at me from what I said in Columbus

-Alright, alright, this point goes to you!- I giggled nervously more than playful- I am, alright. Nothing calms my nerves better than shopping for a new outfit

-There’s a store nearby Lucille loved when she was younger. Can’t make any promises it’s still open.

-Doesn’t hurt to try!-I followed him around

It took a little while for Neil to remember the exact spot of the store and kept saying “It’s somewhere along this street”. While I followed him I looked around with interest. The city was full of cars and people. Constructions happened all around and every building was glued to the next one. Two words to describe it were: Completely packed. It seemed like the whole New England lived there. People were moved fast like all of them were in a hurry and it contrasted Columbus in a way it did make me feel like I came from the middle of nowhere. Among the cars there was a policemen on horseback flying by, it struck me as one more thing engulfed by the modernization and craziness that I found myself in. Chicago’s population surpassed Boston’s by a lot, but it was funny how I felt lost in that new city in front of me. Maybe I’d gotten used to Chicago so it didn’t seem that big anymore

And I thought I was ready for Boston

-Was Boston always this full?- I walked holding him tightly, afraid I could lose him in the crowd.

-Full of buildings and people? Yeah, it always was. Although before the war there used to be less cars, floor-length dresses and high hats- He pulled me in into a building, inside it was revealed a store as huge as Menken’s- Here it is, still open

The store was cream-colored with eccentric chandeliers around. I could see at least two floors. I never managed to bring Neil shopping with me before, so I might as well enjoy it.

I took a look around at different dresses. Something had gotten to me though. Look at the price of those dresses! I could buy at least ten dresses at Menken’s for the price of some of these!

If it was Lucille’s favorite store, at least before, then of course everything would be expensive. I swear I found a dress that was $300 (~$4300)! You could buy a new car nowadays with that kind of money. However, my expression remained calm. I looked at Neil sometimes but he didn’t even mention anything about the prices. I felt myself in the obligation to act like it was all normal to me

I remembered some conversations me and Neil had in the past: “Act like you’re entitled to the world”, “You positively grow with middle-class respectability”, “You’re not gonna wear sables and diamonds and be rude to the help, are you?”, “They’ll know you’re not one of them. But you’ll never notice when they’re looking down on you, that’s how people in high society treat people like you and Charlie”. I sighed in despair

-What is it? Nothing matches your photoplay dream?-He said sarcastically behind me and I noticed I had been staring at a dress for too long, lost in my own anxiety- I thought you said shopping lifted your spirits.

-Oh, nothing!-I looked at him- I was just thinking about the Ice Box that’s all, I was worried that-

-MC, I know you’re deeply infatuated with your illegal activities, but there’s nothing you can do from Boston

-I know- I let it go, it was just an excuse anyway. I was excited about the vacation and I couldn’t let the whole pressure just make me crumble. I had to prove to Neil that I was able to deal with whatever life threw my way. We were going to work this out together

-Say, why don’t you keep shopping? I’ll wait outside, all this glitter is hurting my eyes

-Alright, yea, I shouldn’t take long- I gave him a quick peck before he went out, I could see him grabbing a cigarette before turning my attention to the dresses

Alright, MC, you need to choose something classy enough but that won’t burn your pockets. Now, where do I find something that’s doesn’t cost more than $15 (~200)? I could spare that, it’s a special occasion.

Wishing I could have some gin in me right this second I went through the embarrassment of asking if they had anything around the price range I wanted. My luck was that there was a dress that was worth $100 (~1450) that was about to be thrown away because the zipper was broken. When I looked at the dress I didn’t understand why they’d throw it in the can.

It was beautiful. It was this pale pink color with a V-neck. The sleeved has the same gold details as the dress, but otherwise it was transparent. The details on the pale pink went down in waves until right below the knees. I smiled at it, it was perfect for the event of meeting Neil’s parents, and I’ve never worn anything like that.

I asked her if I could have it and she shrugged in a manner like she didn’t understand why I was even there. I couldn’t blame her, I didn’t know either. I got the dress for $20 (~280), it was more than I could at the moment, but I was just happy to have found something I could afford and still look ritzy in

Due to the extra money spent I couldn’t really go looking for shoes or accessories, but I wasn’t worried. What I had would work for this.

-Alright!- I caught Neil outside- I’m ready, first impressions are everything! Now I just need somewhere to put this stuff on!

Yes… Like the back of a rental car in a dark alley…

-It’s so convenient nowadays, you know, they started renting cars and everything right- I said huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf in the back seat getting my dress off and the new one on- So you can change in the middle of the road too

-I thought this way we could go places without having to use one of my family’s cars- Neil waited in the driver’s seat

-What’s wrong with your family’s cars, huh? Not ritzy enough for ya?-I put on the dress to realize it didn’t close in the back. Shoot! I forgot to ask what happened to the zipper. Think, think, think!

-It’s the contrary- Neil responded- If I remember well from back then, I always felt like I was in a circus truck, doubt they changed the way they do things- He seemed to hear me struggling- Do you need help back there?

-No! Nope! I am just fine- I said putting a pin on the zipper so this way it wasn’t broken anymore. It closed all the way up! The only thing was the pin showing a little bit on the top, which looked a little tacky, but with all the details in the dress it could be overlooked

-Let’s hurry then, I told them we should be there for lunch. With your little shopping going on, we’re late

-Sorry!- I put on my rhinestone tiara and went through my bag to find my golden pair of heels that matched the details on the dress, then I hurried up to the front seat- I’m ready, let’s scram!

Neil started to drive, I could feel him a little tense as he drove. I put on my hand on his leg squeezing it- Are you excited?

-When I left Boston I was twenty-four. I haven’t been back since

-Neil- I calmed my voice- They’ll be happy to see you, they’ll be thrilled. Especially Lucille, I really can’t wait to meet her. How old is she?

-We’re about ten years apart, she’s the youngest. So she should be about twenty-two right now. Damn…-He went quiet for a few seconds- When I left she was fourteen, now she’s a woman, married and is about to have a baby.

-Oh, little Cornelia- I smiled thinking about it

-Don’t remind me, I still feel for the kid

-Can it, Neil! It’s sweet. I can’t imagine how she must have felt when she got a letter in the mail from you

-I can’t believe I let you convince me to go through with this-He shook his head

-Hey, pal, I didn’t say anything! You wrote the letter to her yourself

Neil smiled, as if there was something in his thoughts he didn’t want to say out loud- I know.

We pulled up to a narrow street full of four stories apartments- I didn’t know they lived in a flat- I said, a little confused. I expected it-

-They’re not flats-Neil responded- They’re houses

My eyes widened looking again at the row of houses with my new perspective. It was pure Boston Brahmin. The houses were glued to one another, only separated by color, each of them were massive once I understood the four stories were for each family. Rows of fancy cars were parked in front of each designated house and U.S. flags stood in front of each one.

Neil parked in front of an elegant brick house, it was full of organized windows and one big wooden door stood right in the middle of the ground floor.

-Is this where you grew up?- I opened the car door on my side

-No, this is just the city house. I’d spend a lot of time here, but usually we’d be down by the estate

-Estate?- I turned to him, wondering if my ears heard right- Your family owns a estate?

-About 15 miles out of the city- He said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I focused on my breathing not to let myself get too nervous. “Act like I’m entitled to the world” is what I kept playing in my head. I went around to meet Neil and then I noticed his look was distant

-Neil?-I shook him a little bit and he looked down at me, his face was not upset, but the usual mask wasn’t there either- What’s the matter?

He hesitated a little bit. Being back here must be hard. It’s still not easy for him to open up, so I appreciate it even more when he does- That house right there- he pointed. I looked back at the white magnificence across the road, just as beautiful as the one that belonged to Neil’s family. It had a black door instead of a wooden-colored one. No cars were in front of it, so it looked solemn, distant and different from the rest- It’s the Hasting house.

I looked back at him squeezing his hand- Alton…

-Yeah… Alton- He replied

I didn’t know what to say, I never knew what to say when Neil mentioned his past. But he said all he needed me to do was listen. I gave him a kiss on his cheek, hoping to comfort him. I was glad to see it got a smile out of him- Ready?

He breathed profoundly, turning his head back to the wooden door- Yes, I’m ready- He knocked on the door

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It creaked as it opened, it was like seconds got transformed into hours. Once it was open a servant smiled. Some kind of butler? Gee, this is something else. However that only added to the moment. He positioned himself by the door, looking into an area in front of him I could only imagine it was the living room. He stuffed his chest like it was the most important thing he was going to say in his life to the ones who waited

-Cornelius Dresner is home

I nodded to Neil, letting him walk in first. He took his hat off as he walked, each step seemed to hold anticipation in them. I walked in right after, but staying away from him. I understood this was a precious moment, so my eyes turned to watch instead.

The silence was so expansive you could hear if cotton balls fell on the ground. When Neil stood there, a second set of steps started. My eyes turned to a very visibly pregnant woman, who could be due anytime soon. She had bright icy blue eyes, her blonde bob fell elegantly on her face. She had the posture of a porcelain doll and her face resembled Neil’s.

She stopped right in front of him looking up at his face, like she was examining every detail, her serious face was beautiful in that light. I assumed that was Lucille, the one who never gave up on him. They now held this very serious starting contest, I almost thought no one was going to say anything

-You got old- Her melodic voice let out and Neil burst into laughter at the same time she did. He hugged her carefully but tightly

-And you grew big, in more ways than one- He joked with her but then turned serious- Lucille, I’m sorry…

-Oh, forget that! You’re here now…

Others walked up to them, I counted them in my head and assumed mother, father, Maude and Warren. I let them have their moment. It was so intimate I stepped back not wanting to hear much. It was like Neil had gone off to a war, survived and now was home once more. In a way, that’s what had happened. Neil had won, or at least started to win, his internal battles and now he had made it back there. I smiled watching the scene. He didn’t reserve any smiles and his family seemed to be everything but mad at him. They relented.

I couldn’t help but think how proud I was of him

A few minutes passed, they started pulling him to the living room to “sit, relax and update them on everything that’s been going on”, then he looked at me and stopped them in their tracks

-Wait- He walked over to me and then looked at them. This was the first time they noticed I was there. I didn’t blame them, Neil had all their attention- This is Mary

The older woman, I’m assuming Neil’s mother walked over and I felt the chills down my spine. She had cold eyes but a warm face. You could watch her and feel that she was judging you and it made you wonder if she considered you worthy of her time. She was the image of classiness, the peak of the upper class. She was one of those wealthy people you see walking by and wonder how they must live. She walked like she had books piled up on top of her head. More charm than Vera Peters, that was for sure, but I felt bad that her aura reminded me of the former mayor’s wife. After all, I wanted to attribute her to someone nice

-Of course- She smiled- Miss Granger, right?

-That’s me! - I smiled- It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am- I was going to say something about how beautiful her house are and introduce myself to the others, but she turned her eyes somewhere else

-Please collect their bags, you can put Neil’s in his room-She said to the servant- And Miss Granger’s bags can take to the spare room downstairs

-Mother- Neil interrupted her- I’d like Mary to stay in the guest room upstairs- He said in an imposing a tone. If there was a guest room upstairs, I got a weird feeling about her asking for me to sleep downstairs in what I could safely assume was an underground floor.

-Fine, yes. Take hers to one of the guest rooms- She said and the servant started moving according to orders

When I turned around, Lucille was walking up to me and Neil. She in turn had kinder eyes, and I could see them a little wet. The pregnancy probably added to the emotion of her beloved brother coming home

-Miss Granger, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My brother spoke highly of you in his letter- I didn’t know whether to pay attention to her eyes or the diamonds she wore

-He must have flattered me too much- I said shyly. She wasn’t much older than me, but she spoke clearly and no slangs were in sight

-I only speak the truth- He said behind me

-I’m sure- she replied- I understand it’s you I must thank for having him write me

-I may have pushed him a little bit- I squeezed his hand- But he made the decision on his own

Neil introduced me to rest of his family. His father seemed a tad quiet just like him, his other younger siblings greeted me well, and he reintroduced me to his mother who was next to talk again

-It’s so nice of you to wear something so simple to come see us. I did hope you felt at home- She mentioned I could feel my face getting hot- Why don’t we all sit down, there’s much to talk about!

I was more nervous now than when I first walked, but I didn’t want to let on everything was getting to me.

The living room was mainly white, so white it was like staring at snow in the sun. The couches were the most comfortable seat I had ever felt. In this place where comfort was displayed all around, I felt all the eyes and social pressure of high society that made me feel like it was the most uncomfortable place in the world. What calmed me was Neil sitting next to me and his hand on my waist.

-How’s life in Chicago?- Lucille asked- I tried asking Drummond when you wouldn’t reply but he always told me you weren’t working for him anymore

-Yes, I only worked with him for a few years- He continued, and I was sure he was going to give them the clean version of the story- Turns out we didn’t get along so well. I moved to this neighborhood where I met this man called Charles Granger. He in very involved with the city’s anti-saloon league and involved in the politics and he takes care of the neighborhood he lives in, it turns out they were in need of a doctor. So he offered me a job and I accepted, worked with him ever since. He helped me get settled, I do owe him a lot

-Well, we’ll be sure to send Mr. Granger our regards for taking care of you- His mom gave a forced smile. I’m sure she had questions but it was noticeable she was trying to be on Neil’s good side, afraid he might escape again

-So my life was settled there. A few years later he announced to me and his associates that his niece was coming from Ohio to live with him. She helps him out at work and that’s how we met, through Charlie

-And now you’re seeing each other- His mother continued

He smiled softly- MC and I are engaged, mother. I mentioned in the letters

-Oh yes, Lucille told us the news- Her tone seemed like… Disappointment? No, I’m just reading too much into it

I had to do something to break the ice- We were planning for it to happen in late April, early May, wait until the cold passes by

-Yes, it’s smart to wait a while-She smiled at me- A lot can happen in those months, things might end up different

I held my breath, I couldn’t pretend to be dumb to myself. She was definitely unhappy with Neil’s choice. For the first time I felt a sting in my chest. It wasn’t embarrassment or anxiety. It was… Insecurity. I usually never lacked confidence and I was sure that I could take everything and anyone. However, being on the receiving side of the looks from Neil’s mother made me feel like a pin in a haystack. Tiny and lost.

-We weren’t planning on waiting too long- Neil said. Even he acted different around his family, but his tone was firmer. I knew it was him sticking up for me in the ritziest way there was. So I appreciated in silence.

-I hope you don’t mind that we organized a ball for your return- She said excited, changing the subject- We invited the Hastings, the neighbors, just close people to spend the night with us

-Oh mother, you know I always loved the balls you gave- He said in a sarcastic tone but she ignored it, Lucille did giggle though

-Get up and get ready-She said- Do you need me to send the valet upstairs?

-No! No... I can manage myself- He said walking towards the stairs and taking me with him

She then spoke to me before we left- Oh dear, you’ll want to wear something a little bit more elegant for tonight

Once we were in the second floor I couldn’t help but look around. There was a piano room and then a corridor of doors, I assumed they were bedrooms. It seemed kind of oddly placed, surely nobody would like to sleep while the piano is being played right outside their doors. However, everything inside was so white the black piano was a welcoming contrast.

-So… I’m guessing balls are a normal thing in the upper class

-It’s traditional, not my thing if you ask me- He lowered his voice to say the last part

-I’d imagine not

I didn’t have much time to admire the guest room, even though I did notice that its grandiosity made it hard to imagine that it was a room that didn’t belong to anyone. I sat on the bed stressed, wondering how I was going to find something in my bag that would fit the expectations of Momma Dresner. The fanciest dress I could find didn’t impress her, and now I had to step up my game for an official “welcome home Neil” ball

In the middle of my mind’s perturbations, a knock on the door got my attention. When I opened the door, Lucille was standing there smiling

-Mrs. Branford!- I started

-Lucille is fine, if I can call you Mary

-MC- I stepped out of the way to let her in- What can I do for you?

-My mother, she is… Traditional- She sat on the loveseat by the window- I’m not going to lie. People like her, they are not easily impressed by… People like you

-People like me, you mean middle-class

She nodded- Yes, it’s in her ways. The Dresners, they come from very old money. Me, Neil and our siblings, we’re more used to the ways things are nowadays. But our mother never really spent much time with people who didn’t have as much money as she did. So she always looks down on them- She looked back at me- And she always expected Neil to marry an indoor, wealthy girl if you know what I mean

I must’ve made a face, because the look of sympathy rested on her eyes- She doesn’t think I’m worthy of Neil

-Yes, MC, but you must understand it’s old thinking. She thinks that solely based on money. Besides, it’s a little tougher on Neil because he is the oldest of us. That makes him have to marry the perfect woman in her eyes.

I looked at her- The oldest… So…

-Neil is the heir of our estate. Of our parents fortune.

My eyes went wide. It must’ve been obvious, but I just realized that- I never thought of it that way.

-Listen, MC. When Neil left Boston, after Alton passed away… He was not just unhappy. He was lost, his eyes were haunted. He was cold and it seemed like all life from him was just gone. He had this hard edge, and he estranged himself from all of us- She looked at nothing, but I could see pain in her eyes- When he came back from France I convinced myself I would never see the Neil I use to know before the war again, I knew some of his troubles. Then a few years after he left I started to convince myself I’d never see him again- She turned her eyes to me- And then a few months after knowing you he writes back, and then he comes home. On top of it, although there’s still a hard edge on him, I can see it in his eyes that you make him happy. I can see the old Neil in him. That’s why I know you’re more than worthy to be with my brother, you brought him back from the darkness he lived in

Wow. I was so caught up in what she said. It was nice knowing she was on my side- Lucille, I didn’t really do much… I

-No humbleness. Just take some credit for it. I can see you care for him very much

I nodded exaggeratedly- I love Neil.

-And you can see it in his eyes he loves you-She got up this time, going to a dresser in the room- My brother will be happy with you, and I’m so excited to have you as my new sister. However, convincing my parents require a different approach- She pulled out a dress. A beautiful and obviously expensive dress

It was a salmon color, a soft V-neck that was more of an U and graceful short sleeves. While the looseness of the dress was there, it’d flatter whoever’s waist it was on with a slight inward curve, going down in a soft A-line. The dress ended right below the knees. The pattern on it was two colors. One the color of the dress, only visible if you really paid attention to it, the other was white and in the shape of leaves, like a garden going around and forming a heart around the chest area, small flower-like drawings of the same color elegantly finished the dress.

-Oh Lucille, it’s beautiful, but I couldn’t-

-Yes, you can. It doesn’t fit me anymore and it’d help you impress everybody, plus I’m sure Neil would love to see you in it. C’mon, put it on

I hesitantly did so, and once I saw myself in the mirror with it, it made it a lot easier to accept it. I loved it- Thank you, Lucille

-We’re not done. It’s not just the dress- She said pulling some accessories out. First she fixed my curls, like she watched people doing hers enough times to know how. Then she placed a white headband on my head. It had a details on the side, I didn’t dare ask if they were diamonds or something else. A pearl necklace was put around my neck, I asked myself if they were real pearls. Lastly she brought in beautiful heels. They were white as well, clasped in the middle of my feet, and closed in a salmon bow.

When I finished putting them on I looked myself in the mirror again. Oh boy, Momma would pass out if she saw me like this. Poppa would finally consider me his pride. I was all dolled-up. That sensation that I was an imposter grew in me, but then I was only human. I felt confident again- What do you think? - I asked her

-I think you’re ready to face them. Now, I have to go get dressed myself

-For sure, yes- I smiled to her- Thank you Lucille, really

-You brought my brother home back to us… It’s the least I could’ve done- She hugged me tight- Remind me to properly introduce you to Michael at the ball

I agreed laughing lowly and feeling a lot better

A little while after I heard another knock on my door, when I opened it, I was more than happy to see it was Neil. He seemed surprised at my get-up at first, then he smiled

-I see you’ve had some help

-Well, your sister came in and-

-You look beautiful- he offered me his hand and I took it. I was going to say something smart, but the look in his eyes was so sincere I didn’t want to ruin the moment

-Thanks- I said instead- Did everyone already leave?

-Well, lucky for me, I’m the reason of this party- He said it in a sarcastic tone- So I get to come in late and be the center of attention, I’m hoping their curiosity about you takes some of it away from me.

-Neil Dresner is back home, and he brought a low-class girl with him and he’s saying he’s gonna marry her?-I raised my voice to sound like upper-crust gossip- My oh my, Doctor Dresner, quite a scandal

He gave me that warm smile that went all the way up to his eyes. The one that always makes me feel the jitters in a good way

However I wasn’t done- They’ll probably think you’ve gone crazy and send you to a psych ward or think you’ve knocked me up and now you’re stuck with me- I pretended to hold a fan imitating the rich older women- Disgraceful, truly disgraceful

This time he let out a laugh, a harsh laugh, but a long one that sounded like melody to me. For a second I thought he wouldn’t stop laughing, and then I started up laughing too. We walked all the way to the car like that

-People will think I’ve gone soft if I spend too much time with you- He said

-You agreed to spend the rest of your life with me. You’ll be the biggest softie the United States has ever seen

He let out a harsh chuckle this time, as if he told me he wouldn’t ever let that happen. Then the servant from before opened the back door of a fancy car, it had a long hood and it was half black and half white, a wheel sat on its side. I could also see a chauffeur in the front

-Wow, you’re getting the whole ritzy treatment today- I said getting into the car and we were on our way

-You get used to this kind of stuff- He mentioned and then turned to me- You will…- Before I could ask what he meant, he kept going- You know, during these balls we were required to attend, me and Alton would usually spend the entire time together. He didn’t use to be a fan of it either. Having him there… It always made it feel better, it always made it fun somehow- Then he turned to look at me- Having you there, it’s going to make it feel better

I smiled, filled with emotion, but I had to say something- You’re definitely turning soft on me

He rolled his eyes-I should’ve known better than being nice with you, Granger

Our verbal sparring continued until we stopped in front of a big house, the doors were open to reveal a ball room at the bottom of the stairs. I’ve done this before. They’ll announce us and we’ll go down and I’ll act like I’m entitled to the world

So we did just that. The servant opened the car door and Neil took my hand to help me out of the car. Then, I took his arm and we walked in to the top of the stars. People there looked at Neil like he was a rare diamond, like the king of England just walked in. I could feel his tenseness with the looks, but the preparedness for it in his eyes, he whispered to the announcer and then held my arm tighter

-Mr. Cornelius Dresner of Boston and his fiancée Miss Granger

-C’mon- I said lowly and he followed, so we both went down the stairs.

At the bottom of it his family came over again, and soon I could see people looking and gossiping. It was a good hour of walking around and talking to his family and everyone Neil once used to know and introducing me. I felt like I was in one of those old periods of time when the upper crust used to announce engagements.

After a while I was talking to Lucille while Neil talked to some of the other men. Then she looked behind me and got closer to whisper something- Look, Momma just took Neil to talk to Lillie and left them alone

I looked around feeling my heart jump, at first I felt was surprised. I remember who Lillie was, Lucille’s best friend and… Neil’s ex-fiancée. I remember feeling pity for her because Neil left her, but the pangs of jealousy struck me once I saw her.

She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, for the second time that day I felt insecurity, but this made me feel much tinier. Because I knew Neil’s mother approved of her, because she was part of the high society and she grew up in it. Her pale skin, her green eyes, her dark smooth hair. She was tall and charming, she was the figure of elegancy. I also knew Neil found her attractive, that he was romantically involved with her once. If he used to love her, how can I be sure all those feelings are gone? No… It’s just the atmosphere and everything, it’s just all throwing me off.

I must’ve been so shaken up I felt paralyzed. Lucille shook me- Hey… Hey! They walked outside. We can spy on them from over in that room- She said pulling me along, I wasn’t even paying attention until I was already there. It was a dark room, looked like an office? Lucille brought us to a window, the drapes were almost closed so you couldn’t see us, but we could spy on them

-I have missed you, Neil- She looked up to him, and her eyes were shining. I knew what that look was… She was still in love with him- I haven’t courted anyone else- She showed him her hand- I’m still wearing the ring you picked out for me.

-I didn’t really pick it out, Lillie it was…

-Yeah, your grandmother’s. You told me remember? You got it when you were fourteen. It was to keep it to the woman you loved the most, to the woman you wished to spend the rest of your life with, whom you’ll always love and that woman shall always love you- She held his hands this time and I felt my stomach sink- You told me that you would always love me if I always loved you back-She got closer to him, this time placing her hand on his face- Here I am, still loving you. Can you say everything was washed away?

He took a few steps back, his confusion could be seen on his face. I wondered what he had to be confused about- Nothing is ever just washed away, Lillie. You of all people should know that.

My heart hurt, what did he mean by that, did he mean his feelings for her were still there?

She smiled softly-Neil… You never gave me closure. You never ended our engagement. One day you were just gone. People kept telling me that you were gone for good-She looked away at the stars, it was a well moonlit light. It was perfectly romantic, but that didn’t fit me one bit in that moment. I hated the romanticism of the stars and the shine that it gave on her face. I hated that it made her look more beautiful- But me and Lucille we knew you’d come back to us. That you’d come back to me. And you were so troubled when you left…

-Lillie…-He looked at the stars now too- I’m sorry for what I’ve done in the past. There’s a lot of stuff I’ve done that I can’t fix and I have to live with it. But I got a second chance to make things better. I’m not the same man who proposed to you back then

-Then how is it I look in your eyes and I see him? I see my Neil

I don’t know if I was feeling anger, sadness or disbelief. It could’ve been all of those together. Lillie knows Neil is engaged to me, she must know, we were announced together. You’d think she’d have some respect

-You see what you want to see, Lillie. You think you love me but you don’t

-I went after you! I went to Chicago-He looked at her with interest, she was caught up in her emotions, crying now- Mr. Drummond told me how you were troubled, lost in… Morphine, was it? I looked for you all around the city, and I couldn’t find you. I’m fighting for you Neil. I can’t give up on us

He breathed funny- Lillie-

Before he could say anything else she hugged him, and he hugged her back for my surprise. When was it that Neil hugged any girl like that?

-Seemed you two form quite the spies- A voice behind us said- Me and Lillie jumped. It was Neil’s mother, and she seemed satisfied from what she saw outside, seeing as she was the facilitator in the situation- You see, Miss Granger. Neil belongs back here, in Boston. And you belong is whatever infested middle-class house you came from with your people. You will never be worthy of my son, and of course it only took the right girl to pull him back into his senses.

-Mother…!- Lucille started

-I’ve had enough of it, Lucille! The little gal needs to know her place. Did you think you could ever make your way into OUR family?

I didn’t say anything. This was so far away from my reality at the Ice Box, my family or everything that I’d ever done before. I couldn’t… I can’t handle this.

-I have to go- It was the only thing I could say before flying out of there. I got back in the car asking for the driver to take me back to the town house, once I was in I couldn’t stop my racing thoughts until I was in the guest room, packing my bags.

But then I stopped. Neil… I can’t just leave him like this. I was so mad at him, I was so mad at all of this, I… I want to go back to Chicago. I looked in the mirror again, all dressed up in fancy things, this isn’t who I am. I surprised myself by ripping it all out of me, putting on my favorite green dress and hat, the ones I wore all the time. Once I was back in clothes that made me recognize myself I swore I’d never again try to be somebody I wasn’t. C’mon MC, you always knew you didn’t have to prove anything to anybody.

But I let my stupid wandering thoughts continue. Neil knelt down in front of Lillie once and asked her to marry him. He asked her to marry him, not me. She had a ring on her finger, not me.

I don’t know how much time had passed by when I heard people in the house.

-MC!- I heard Neil’s voice from downstairs- MC!- He didn’t knock on my door, just walked in- Lucille, she told me you listened to me and Lillie talk

-Yeah, I heard it, alright

-I…-He was going to say something when he saw the bag I started to pack, then he looked at me, visibly mad- You were leaving? Without me?

-No! Not without you. I was gonna wait for you- I walked until him- Let’s go back to Chicago

-We’ve only been here a day

-I can’t be here anymore, Neil. Please, let’s leave

-I haven’t been back in years. You convince me to write to my sister, convince me to come over here, we’re here less than 24 hours and you want me to leave? I just got the courage to be here

-Neil, today has been the most stressful day of my life! I have been dressing up like a paper doll, I have been trying to impress your mother and all I’ve been hearing is how much I’m not worthy, how I won’t fit in, how I’m way in over my head! I have been feeling nothing but insecure, down and I’ve been trying to do everything for you, but I can’t- I was rambling on and tears had begun falling from my eyes, but I didn’t even care- I’ve been keeping a stone face all day trying to make you happy because I know this is huge, but it’s tiring! It’s tiring feeling so out of place, and then hearing your mother say all those things, and then I walked out there to the ball and you go in a secluded area with your beautiful ex-fiancée to exchange words of love under the moonlight?!

-I didn’t say any words of love!- He raised his voice, more than I’ve ever heard him raise it before- I was feeling bad for Lillie, I left her and never came back after promising her a married life! I gave her time because I was trying to fix what I did wrong in the past, with everyone!

I didn’t know what to say or think- Neil, let’s just please, go!

-Yes, I think it’s time you went back to Chicago, if you’re going to behave like this the whole trip you should go!

I looked back at him wide-eyed- You don’t mean…!

-I thought I saw a woman, MC. But how could I, you’re nineteen! I’m thirty-two. You’re the same kid I saw the first night you came to Chicago.

I looked right at him as I wiped my tears off my face, then I grabbed my bag I had packed. Neil called Lillie a ghost back in Chicago, but he was wrong. Lillie wasn’t a ghost, nothing back in Boston or his past life had anything to go with ghosts, ghosts terrify you, but he seemed just fine where he was. Maybe this is where Neil belongs after all. But it’s sure not where I belong.

That night for me was the true ghostly aura. A memory that’d haunt me forever. I left Boston, alone, under the beautiful moonlight that would have enchanted me otherwise. I left with only one certainty: I’ll be dead before somebody ever mentions the name Neil Dresner to me ever again!

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-Alright, ready?- I asked and the kids all agreed. Neil wasn’t one to make a big deal out of his birthday, but after a few ones together he knew there was no point in fighting against it. I’d always want it to make it a special day, so we settled on a cake and some candles. Just me, him and the kids- One, two, three!

The kids along with me started our little choir, for that man that was so special to all of us- Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear daddy! Happy birthday to you!

-Do we really need to do this every year?-He asked, cynically, but with a little smile on his face

-Alright, mister doom and gloom! We have this discussion every year!- I kissed him in the cheek

We all had our piece of cake. After putting the kids to bed, I walked outside, the moon was shining in the sky and it was a cold January night. Neil soon joined me- One more year close to death- He said raising his glass, then proceeding to drink the bourbon inside it

-You always know how to lighten up the mood-I pulled him in for a hug and along with it a long kiss

-You’re something else, MC, you know that?

-I’ve been told-I smiled up to him, mischievously

-You can never have any idea of how much I love you- He played with my hair, moving it out of my face

-I have some

He chuckled very softly, almost inaudibly- I just ask one thing of you, MC Granger… Never change who you are

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Little curiosities: DRAAAAAMA. I thought they deserved a little fight and angst. Well, next chapter we’ll be back in Chicago and it’s time for the Ice Box to shine again! Woo Woo, Prohibition stuuuff!

Thanks so much for reading this chapter, guys! Hope you enjoyed it!

Chapter 4 is already on its way!

-Candy, My Dear Diary (5/24/2020)

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The Doppelgänger: Part Three +18

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC x Joel Goran

Warnings: Beginnings of Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: An unexpected and rather unusual patient arrives at Hope Zion; a woman with white hair and sapphire eyes that were aged much older than one who looked so young. Everyone is fascinated by this strange person, but none more so that Dr. Joel Goran. The woman looks at Joel as if she knows him, but he knows he doesn’t. Just who is she and why does she look at him like that? And who is Elijah?

NOTE: OC is from my up and coming novel series!

SPECIAL AUTHOR’S NOTE: So, I was going to make this a threeshot, but it has been extended to a fourshot because the document would have been way too long otherwise. Therefore, there is one more part coming and that will be the final one. I swear it! Happy reading!

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“I am a vampire.”

Before Joel could react to what Elijah told him, the waiter came over to take the table’s order. The apparent vampire ordered for the three of them, choosing a pasta platter for everyone to share. Once that was done, he turned to the surgeon nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t dropped a bombshell, and Joel found he could only stare back with his jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Are you messing with me, mate?” The surgeon murmured, leaning over the table slightly to say more quietly, “A vampire? You are serious?”

“I am quite serious, Dr. Goran,” Elijah replied, not bothering to look at the disbelieving doctor as he elegantly busied himself with placing his napkin in his lap. “Though I am a special kind of vampire, an Original. I’m over a thousand years old, making me one of the oldest creatures on Earth.” Finally, he looked at Joel with a slight smugness.

The doctor couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He looked over at Eternity, suddenly curious about her. “And what about you? Are you a vampire too?” He asked her without accusation, just bewilderment.

Eternity and Elijah shared a smile, before the white-haired beauty looked at him and replied, “No, I am not a vampire, but what I truly am is a well kept secret that I wish to remain as such. You are a mortal man, Dr. Goran. Because of that fact, knowing of my very existence is in violation to the rules, but I have chosen to make an exception this once.

“Why do you think I erased the memories of those patients that night? Because of the rules I abide by, most of the time. The reason why your memories remains intact? Because you are a unique case. However, I’m afraid that knowing what little you do about me will be all you get.” She looked at him pointedly.

Joel was equally intrigued to know her secrets and disappointed that he wouldn’t be getting more information about the mysterious woman, whom he had found consumed his thoughts. He was even a bit offended that she didn’t find him worthy of knowing whatever secrets she kept close to the chest. Yet, he understood perfectly that there was nothing he could do to change her mind, so he had to accept her decision.

“So, vampires are real,” he said, turning his attention back on the amused doppelgänger. “My whole life I never believed in anything that was deemed a fable, a myth, an impossibility. I have always been a skeptic. Yet, here I am having dinner with a vampire doppelgänger and his magical girlfriend. When did my life become so strange?”

“Well, you are a doppelgänger,” Eternity answered him. “There is magic in you, sir, because of that. Perhaps, it was simply a matter of time for the strangeness to seep into your life.”

The waiter once again disturbed the conversation as he brought over a large platter with many small bowls upon it that had a different kind of pasta in each. The trio put their talk on pause while they ate, making lighter conversation instead, that was not related to the previous one. In fact, Elijah told Joel all about the history of pasta, having lived through it’s evolution for a thousand years.

Joel found the vampire’s knowledge mind blowing as much as he found it fascinating, even if the topic was pasta. To have seen the evolution of mankind for a millennia, to have been a part of history, an influence upon it, he couldn’t even imagine what that must have been like. Elijah had seen a lot in his time, the surgeon was sure. It was almost like hearing old tales from his grandparents of a time long past that they had lived through.

Soon the meal wound down. It wasn’t long before the three of them had cleared their plates and therefore, had full bellies. It was interesting to find that Elijah could eat like a normal person, despite being a vampire and needing human blood to sustain himself. Joel made a comment about it that had the Original explaining that as long as he had a steady flow if blood, his body acted as normally as a human’s. That revelation was certainly not expected by the surgeon, as none of the books or movies he had seen ever touched the subject.

As they all sat there digesting, the conversation once again took a turn. This time, it was in a direction that Joel hadn’t quite expected as of yet, but was definitely ready for.

“My love, do you think we should discuss the ulterior motive now to our guest?” Eternity asked Elijah openly, while grinning mischievously at the surgeon.

The vampire smirked a little as he sideways glanced at his playful lady before agreeing, “Yes, I think we should.” He turned his attention fully to Joel, who waited with anticipation for whatever was going on. “Dr. Goran,” Elijah began, “my lovely Eternity here brought up a most interesting proposal, when she was telling me all about the doppelgänger surgeon she had found in Toronto, Canada, of all places. I agreed to it on the condition that she made certain that you were...infatuated with her. I’ve certainly observed that this seems to be the case, just sitting here with you.” He looked at Joel knowingly.

The doctor shifted in his chair a bit uncomfortably, looking away as he did.

“I do not blame you,” the vampire carried on, catching Joel’s attention as Elijah smiled lustfully at Eternity, briefly taking her hand and kissing the palm sensually. “My lady is quite exquisite. Any man would feel blessed to have her for his own. For you, it’s unique, however, because we are connected to each other through whatever mystery magic created a doppelgänger. Therefore, your connection with this lovely creature is very much tied to mine and I love her with everything I am. It makes sense that such affection would pass through to you, Dr. Goran.”

Joel watched with great interest as the elegant vampire leaned over to the stunning woman and quickly kissed her lips, while she beamed at him. They had a very loving relationship, this dark creature and his lady of light.

When Elijah pulled back he was smiling with such devotion that his envy of the couple was nearly palpable. Though, he couldn’t decide if it was because the other man had Eternity’s love or if it was because he simply didn’t have such a devoted love in his own life.

“So, what is this proposal exactly?” The surgeon asked.

“Ah yes,” Elijah pulled his attention away from Eternity again and looked at Joel. “My lady proposed that I invite you to spend a night of passion with us.”

Joel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re inviting me to a threesome,” he said with slight disbelief.

Normally, he would have thought such a proposal as insane and he would have awkwardly declined the invitation. However, this whole situation was not normal. There had been talk of vampires, doppelgängers, and magic. No, nothing was normal here. This was a once in a lifetime moment, one only a rare mortal had ever experienced. Despite that fact, however, he still hesitated.

“Why?” Joel asked.

“Why not?” Eternity answered before Elijah could. “It is only for a bit of fun really. We of the long life tend to be a little bit more adventurous than others, but especially so when we encounter the rare doppelgänger of our lovers” She grinned suggestively at Joel and winked at him. “I am sure my Elijah would jump at the chance to have two of me, even if only once.” She looked at the vampire, who smirked wickedly at her in return.

Joel found himself greatly intrigued by the proposal set before him. The question was did he have the gall to accept it? Was he capable of such adventurousness? Threesomes weren’t something he normally participated in, but as they say, there is a first time for everything.

“Alright, I’m game,” he finally agreed, not one to back down from a challenge.

“Excellent,” Elijah nodded with a small grin flashed in his direction.

Eternity seemed excited by his acceptance. Her sapphire eyes seemed to twinkle and her rose pink lips widened considerably in a beaming smile. She still held her vampire’s hand and she reached her other hand out to him as she asked Joel, “Well then, let us travel down this rabbit hole together, shall we?”

The doctor gazed at her outstretched hand briefly, before smiling charmingly at the white-haired beauty and taking it without further hesitation.

With a smirk, Eternity practically dragged both Elijah and him out of their chairs. The vampire had just enough time to put down more than enough money to cover the food and tip before she did, leaving both men to chuckle after her impatience as she lead them from the restaurant. All other eyes were curiously upon them as they went, but Joel barely paid any attention to it. He was too caught up in the arrangement he had just made with these two otherworldly creatures.

Eternity released them once they made it to the curb. “Who’s car and to where?” She asked them.

“Mine and our hotel, Sweetheart,” Elijah answered her, before he requested the awaiting valet to bring his car around.

They only had to wait a few moments before the expensive black Bentley rolled up. Joel was awed by the classy vehicle, though he couldn’t say he was surprised to see it in Elijah’s possession. He seemed to be a rather high class sort of man. It made sense that he would have the best of everything, including cars - and women.

Elijah opened the back passenger side door of the car, prompting Eternity practically pushed Joel into backseat with her following close behind. The surgeon barely saw the approving smirk on the vampire’s identical face before he was shut inside. He also hardly noticed when Elijah climbed into the driver’s seat or that he had begun driving them to their hotel, as the white-haired beauty had quickly latched her mouth onto his in a devouring kiss. Her tongue dove into his mouth, tasting him hungrily, which lit every nerve ending in the doctor’s body and left him quite breathless.

Joel’s desire ignited instantly and he didn’t waste another moment in returning her attentions. His tongue swiftly pushed hers out of his mouth and swept inside the wet cavern of her own, plundering her mouth with abandon. His hand cupped the side of her neck as they kissed, while the other hand trailed down her back, feeling the lace of the little black mini dress she wore. It wasn’t long before she was climbing into his lap, to rock against him while their mouths danced. He felt his cock hardened at the sensation, his desire rapidly making him hazy.

“Easy, Sweetheart,” chuckled Elijah from the front suddenly.

Eternity tore her mouth from Joel’s with a smirk on her swallowed lips as she twisted around to look at the vampire. This allowed the surgeon to see that the vampire was watching then through the rear view mirror. His dark eyes had grown darker with his own hunger and his hands were gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.

“Don’t worry, Elijah,” quipped the woman straddling Joel’s lap. “You’ll get yours.”

Then, as their driver growled in an animalistic way, she turned back toward Joel to carry on kissing him senselessly, while continuing to rock into him wantonly. The surgeon thought he was going to go mad, if they didn’t get to their destination soon. This woman was just so intense and it called to his baser self like no other woman had before in his life. He wanted her so fucking badly, he was almost tempted to take her right then and there.

However, he managed to refrain. Instead, he contented himself with the continual make out session with her until just before they arrived when Eternity abruptly pulled away from him completely. Joel groaned in disappointment as she moved to sit in the seat next him, casually pretending that they hadn’t just been all over each other.

Finally after what seemed forever, Elijah pulled into the hotel parking garage and parked the car near the elevator that would take them to the lobby. Joel watched closely as the vampire climbed out of the vehicle and flashed over to Eternity’s side of the car, opening the door and pulling her from it roughly by the arm. She giggled the whole time, squealing Elijah’s name, as he did.

The surgeon took that as his cue to climb out as well. He was just in time to see the identical man pull the woman against him bodily with his hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head and his mouth devouring hers greedily.

The sight of it felt like an out of the body experience or a dream for Joel since Elijah was quite literally his mirror image. It was strange as it was intriguing and incredibly hot.

“Elijah,” Eternity breathed as they pulled apart, with the vampire rested his forehead against hers lovingly.

The doctor swallowed thickly with emotions that he chose not to examine at all and looked away from the loving scene. He felt a bit awkward while they shared a moment. However, it was brief as he felt the ethereal beauty draw near to him. Immediately his gaze fell to her. She stared at him with unadulterated lust in her gorgeous sapphire eyes. She licked her lower lip seductively, just before she stepped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Eternity’s mouth quickly captured his in a dominating kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth, when he gasped in surprise by the suddenness of her actions. She tasted him throughly, moaning into his mouth fervidly as she did. He quickly recovered from his surprise and engaged her, his eyes shutting as he let himself feel her kiss, giving into the ever rising desire in him.

Then a second presence came closer and Joel cracked an eye open to see Elijah step in behind Eternity. The doppelgänger took a hand and elegantly moved her long hair away from the side of her neck before he latched onto the column with his mouth, trailing open mouthed kisses there.

This caused Eternity to moan louder into Joel’s mouth, her kisses becoming more enthusiastic as a result of Elijah’s attentions unto her. Her chest heaved and she clung to the doctor even tighter. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough. Her own desire for both men climbing higher.

Elijah was the one to pull away first. He gently took Eternity with him; though she groaned in disappointment when he pulled her away from Joel. “Come on, Sweetheart,” he murmured to her softly. “Let us go inside where we can continue this in privacy.”

She nodded almost reluctantly, before she grabbed both their hands and dragged them away hurriedly toward the elevator. Both men chuckled the whole way at her playful neediness. Then as if they were in sync with each other, the doppelgängers simultaneously removed their hands from her grasp and gave her a gentlemanly arm each as they reached the lift.

Fortunately, once inside the transport, the trio found they were alone in the shiny metal box and so they wouldn’t be disturbed on their way up. A good thing, in the surgeon’s eyes since he was rather wound up and didn’t like the idea of having to share an elevator with anyone else, but his two companions.

While they rode up to the lobby, Elijah grinned at Joel and quietly asked, “Do you wish to see something phenomenally sexy, Dr. Goran?”

“Of course,” the surgeon readily replied, curious to know what his doppelgänger had in mind.

The vampire’s grin widened as he moved over to Eternity, whom had been leaning against the side of the elevator with her eyes fixed on the two of them. “Come here, Sweetheart,” he commanded gently, as he reached out a hand to her.

She went to him without hesitation, taking his hand and letting him turn her away.

“Hair up,” Elijah softly ordered, as he turned her.

This was a moment of disbelief and wonder for Joel, whom watched with innocent fascination as Eternity’s long whisky hair magically moved on it’s own into a messy bun near the top of her head. It was a simple trick, he was sure, and not of any great significance compared to the other wonders he had witnessed her perform. Yet, it was still mesmerizing to him, all the same.

Once that was done, Elijah glanced back at Joel, before he turned back to his lady and proceeded to take the flimsy black lace that encased her body into his two hands and tore the fabric in two cleanly, revealing to the surgeon that she wore nothing underneath!

Oh, dear god! Yes, that was phenomenally sexy!

Eternity turned back around to face the two identical men. Joel swallowed thickly again at the sight of her. She was flawless, perfect in every way, like the goddess that she was. His eyes trailed her body lustfully, following her little hands as they moved over her skin with slow sensuality.

The doctor felt his heart race in his chest and his hands flexed at his sides as they itched to touch her. He glanced at Elijah and found him in a similar state, though he was more subtle. For example, Joel couldn’t see the other man’s hands as they were shoved into his pants pockets. However, he could see the vampire’s jaw tighten and his dark eyes burn with lust as he also took in the sight of Eternity before them.

Neither man moved toward her, they simply appreciated the work of art standing before them.

Then just before they reached the main floor of the hotel, Elijah took off his outer wool coat and put it around the lady’s shoulders. She quickly put her arms through the sleeves and held it closed to hide her form from the outside world as they finally reached the lobby.

“Ready to go down the rabbit hole, Dr. Goran?” Eternity murmured to Joel, just before the doors of the elevator opened.

“Yes, yes, I am,” he breathed, gazing at her with a burning desire he swore he would possess for nobody else for the rest of his life.

To Be Continued....

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incorrectdeceptionquotes · 6 years ago

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A Coffee Connection Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Day Three, five days before the wedding. [Morning]

It was exactly six in the morning. Kay and Cameron hadn’t moved much from the positions they had fallen asleep in. The only thing that had changed was that Kay’s hand was resting on Cam’s chest and it was intertwined with his hand while his other arm was still around her shoulder. They didn’t seem to be getting up anytime soon until a scream was heard. They both jumped up at the noise, their heads slightly bumping against each other. “What was that?” Cameron asked.

“I don’t know,” Kay said, getting her gun out of her suitcase.

“Seriously? You brought your gun?” He chuckled.

“I’m an agent Cam; I’m never actually off the clock” They went outside of their room and a few doors down, there was a young redheaded woman crouched in front of one of the rooms, Kay recognized her almost immediately, “Morgan?”

The redhead looked up with tear-stained eyes, “Oh my God, Kay.” She ran up and gave the brunette a hug.

“W-what happened? We heard someone scream.” Kay asked. Morgan began to stutter franticly, “It’s okay, just take your time. No rush.”

“I-it was around five o’clock, s-so about an hour ago... I couldn’t sleep s-so I decided to get and go for a run around the gardens...” Morgan explained, “W-when I got back, I was about to open the door to m-my room w-when...” Her eyes began to tear up.

Kay handed her gun to Cameron and gave the younger woman a tight hug, “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Cameron was impressed with how Kay was able to keep the young woman from spiraling.

“When s-someone... I don’t know... attacked me! L-like, they weren’t trying to kill me, i-it was like they were trying to do s-something e-else.”

Kay’s eyes widened as she pulled back from the hug, “Someone tried to assault you?”

“I-I think so...” She was calming down, “I didn’t know what else to do so I just screamed and then they ran away.”

“But you’re mostly okay?”

“Y-yeah, just a little shaken up.”

“Okay, you go clean yourself up, maybe get some sleep if you can, I’ll take care of this.”

“Thank you Kay-who’s this?” She asked pointing at Cam.

Kay realized, “Oh, this is Cameron.”

Morgan gasped, “Cameron Black? Is he your date?”

Cameron nodded to her, “I am, nice to meet you...”

“Morgan.”

“Nice to meet you Morgan, sorry it’s under these circumstances though.”

Morgan smiled, “Well, it’s just poor timing I guess. By the way, Tiffany wants all us all to wear something fancy for this morning’s brunch.”

Kay blinked, “I’m sorry, what?”

“She says she wants to take a lot of pictures and wants everyone to dress up.” Morgan shrugged, “By the way, have you tried on your bridesmaid’s dress?”

Kay gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah...”

“It’s... something right?”

“Oh yes.” She nodded.

“Well, I’ll see you too at brunch then.” Before Morgan went inside, “And thank you again.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” When Morgan went inside, Kay turned to Cameron, “Cam, can I have my gun back?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” He nodded handing the weapon back to her. He looked down at his clothing, “Kay?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re still in our pajamas.”

Kay looked down at her clothing, “Oh.”

Cameron smiled and took her free hand, “Come on, we might as well have a coffee and get ready for that wedding party brunch.”

Kay tried to ignore the heat she felt rising to her cheeks, “What about the attack on Morgan? I can’t just let-”

“I’ll call the team and see if they’d want to spend a day in the Hamptons, they could help catch this guy so you can enjoy the rest of this trip.”

“Thank you Cam.”

“Don’t mention it.” A little later, Kay was getting ready in the bathroom while Cameron was trying to tie his tie but he just couldn’t seem to get it right, “So Dina said that if all goes well, she, Gunter and Jordan should be here by half past one.”

“I hope you thanked them for me for coming all the way out here. I wouldn’t want to bother them.” Kay said as she finished up getting ready.

“Eh, it’s not that big a deal besides, it’d be good for them to get out of the city.” He replied still struggling with his tie.

Kay smirked when she came out of the bathroom and found Cam struggling, “Need some help with that?”

“If you don’t... mind...” Cameron lost his train of thought when he turned around and saw Kay. She was wearing a sky blue maxi dress with white flats and her hair had been parted to the right like it normally was. Now, Cam had seen Kay in formal wear before and thought she looked beautiful but here, there was something different. He wasn’t used to seeing her in dresses. What she was wearing was simple but she looked simply stunning to him. Although she always looked amazing to him.

Kay shook her head as she smiled at him, “So the Incredible Cameron Black can perform death-defying illusions but he can’t fix a proper tie?”

“Okay, first of all, it’s the Amazing Cameron Black and you know it,” Kay rolled her eyes as she finished fixing his tie, “Second of all, my brain only has so much room and I save it for my illusions.”

“Whatever you say Cam,” Kay let go of his tie and went and partly lay on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge, “Coffee not ready yet?”

Cameron lay down next to her the same way she did, “Nope.” Cam turned his head to look at Kay. They never really got a chance to spend quiet moments like this together, he liked it. In fact, he loved it.

Kay turned her head to face him, “What?”

“Kay, I gotta ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“What issues do you have with your family? I mean they all seem really nice and they seem to think the world of you.”

Kay took a deep breath, “It’s... it’s hard to explain... I love them and they are good people but... I don’t know...” She gave a slight chuckle, “You know when we were kids, during family reunions, Caroline and I would find ways to engrave our initials in one of the walls of wherever we were staying at, and no one ever found out about it.”

Cam smiled as she told him that memory, “Sounds like you and Caroline were a handful.”

Kay gave a sad smile, “We were, I guess...” She looked him in his sweet blue eyes, “You know, I’ve never actually told anyone that story”

He beamed at her, “I’m honoured.” He then turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, “So... is it Katrina?”

Kay furrowed her eyebrows, “What is?”

“Your full name?”

Kay let out a laugh, “You’re still on that?”

“Of course.” Cameron smirked, “I intend to learn as much as I can about you. Is it Kaitlin? Kaylor?”

“Kaylor?”

“Eh, thought I’d try it.” He shrugged.

“I’m not telling you Cam.”

Cameron sat up, “Oh... bad move Agent Daniels, bad move... I have ways of making you talk.”

Kay sat up as well, “Do you now?”

“Oh yes.” He smirked.

Kay noticed a spark of mischief in his eyes, “Cam... what are you-” She was cut off when Cam placed his hands on her waist and started to tickle her, “Ahh!” Kay started to laugh and in between the laughs she said, “Are you a child? You really think you-you can tickle the truth out of me?”

Cameron started to laugh along with her, “Probably not, but if it’ll put that smile on your face, I’ll do it!”

Kay continued to laugh, “Because it’s an involuntary reaction!”

Cam let go of her as they both fell on their backs again, their laughter slowly dying down, “Okay, okay. If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t push it”

Kay caught her breath as she looked, “Ha, I haven’t laughed like that since I was a kid.”

“Glad I could be of assistance... it’s good to hear you laugh.” He said smiling at her.

Kay smiled back at him. He always managed to make her smile in the most unexpected ways. Sure, he could frustrate her sometimes and even worry her but he always came through. It was what she really liked about him. Wait, no, it was what she loved about him. That’s when realization dawned on her. She was in love with Cameron. “Oh crap.” She thought to herself. She looked into his playful smiling eyes and sighed, “Kadence.”

“What?” Cameron was confused.

“My full name is... Kadence. Spelled with a K.”

Cameron raised an eyebrow, “Kadence? That’s the name you’ve been so secretive about?”

“Yup.” Kay nodded.

Cam nudged her, “It suits you.” Kay rolled her eyes, “I’m serious Kay. It’s classy, kinda elegant but still sounds badass. Although you’ll always be Kay to me, now I just know more about you”

Kay nudged him back, “You won’t stop until you know everything about me, will you?”

“Ha, no.” They then fell into a comfortable silence as they both just looked up at the ceiling. Their hands were just inches away from each other. Cameron slowly moved his hand until his pinky intertwined with hers. He was about to say something when the timer for the coffee pot went off, “The usual Kadence?”

Kay rolled her eyes again as they both stood up, “Thank you Cam.”

“Kadence Daniels... to be honest, you could have defiantly made a career as a magician with a name like that.” He said he poured her a cup of coffee adding the ingredients he usually puts for her.

Kay laughed that off, “I think I’m better suited to chasing bad guys.”

“Well, you are pretty scary,” He hands her the mug as he turns back to make his own, “In a good way.”

“Thank you.” She said, taking a sip of her much-needed coffee. About an hour later, they headed to the dining hall for Tiffany’s wedding party brunch. Cameron took hold of Kay’s hand claiming it was to keep up the act. Kay leaned over to Cameron and whispered, “Okay, so we’re going to play it like everything’s fine but keep an eye out to see if we can figure out who attacked Morgan.”

Cameron nodded, “My eyes will be open.”

“Kay! Cameron! Over here!” Tiffany called out. They were all sitting at a very large round table, Cameron and Kay sat down in the two seats that were available. Tiffany smiled at them, “Did you guys sleep well? You went to your rooms kinda early.”

“Oh yeah, I could tell Kay was kind of tired so I suggested we go to bed early considering these next few days might get a bit busy” Cam explained.

Tiffany nodded, “Oh, by the way. Kay, you remember my friends, Brooke, Octavia, Mimi and Morgan” She pointed to a light-haired brunette, a black haired woman, an Asian woman and the redheaded Morgan. Kay greeted them as Tiffany clapped her hands, “Okay, now that we’re all here, let’s take a look at this menu.”

Pierson raised an eyebrow as he looked through, “So Kay, how did you and Cameron meet?”

Kay furrowed her brow at the question; this was supposed to be about Tiffany and Harris plus she didn’t want to have the spotlight on her and Cam, “Uh, well, we met during a case.”

“What kind of case?” Tiffany asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, I was interrogating this drug lord on this parked plane and I had gone out to regroup because he wasn’t talking. Then smoke bombs started to go off and then the plane just exploded.”

“Except it didn’t” Cameron added.

“What?” Tiffany asked.

Kay explained, “It had disappeared.” Kay then went on to explain of how Cameron insisted he help with the case and how she was reluctant at first but he proved himself to her, “So... that’s pretty much it in terms of how we met... but enough about us. Tiffany, what’s the plan for today?”

Tiffany waved her hand “Oh, well, Harris and I have a few things to attend to today so you are all relinquished from your duties today until 6 o’clock, where we want you to join us in the lounge for some drinks and karaoke.”

“Karaoke?”

“And I hope you guys have a song you like to sing because it’s gonna be a duet competition! Harris and I will judge of course.” Tiffany went on to talk as they ordered, ate and eventually parted ways for the day.

As Cam and Kay went back to their rooms to change into more comfortable clothing for their little ‘stakeout’, Cameron spoke up, “You know I think Pierson has a thing for you.”

Kay turned to Cam in confusion, “What?”

“Well, think about it, he tormented you growing up, he tried to ask you out to dinner – just the two of you, I might add – and he hates me, which is very difficult to do because I am adorable. In some twisted way, he has romantic feelings for you.”

Kay raised an eyebrow, “That doesn’t sound very healthy if you torture the person you like.”

“Oh, it’s totally toxic but I just call it like I see it.”

“And just how would you know that that’s how he feels?”

Because I know what it feels like to be jealous. “I’m a good observer.” He winked. Kay rolled her eyes. They got back to their room when Cam got a text, “Jordan just texted me. He says that they should be here in about a half an hour.”

“Great. Want some coffee?” Kay responded as she came out of the bathroom wearing a maroon t-shirt with jeans.

“Sure.” Cameron replied as he took off his tie, “I don’t understand how some people wear these things all the time.”

“It does make a man stylish though.”

Cam raised an eyebrow, “Does it?”

“Oh yeah.” Kay said keeping her eye on the coffee pot, “Although, I do find your sweater and blazer combination quite interesting.”

Cam smirked, “Really?”

“Although I do wonder how you don’t boil in all those layers.” The coffee pot timer dinged and Kay was about to take the pot when Cam beat her to it, “Hey, I thought I was making you coffee.”

“You did.” He smirked.

“Oh come on, you know that it takes more than that.”

“You made. I pour.” He said pouring the coffee into two mugs and adding cinnamon in both, “We’re a team Kadence.”

Kay rolled her eyes, “Since when do you put cinnamon in your coffee?”

Cam shrugged, “I thought I’d try it. See what all the fuss is about.” Kay smiled to herself at that though that didn’t stop Cam from noticing. They sat by the table and drank their beverages in comfortable silence, stealing a glance at each other every once in a while and smiling when they made eye contact. Almost as if on cue, as soon as they both put their finished drinks down, Cam’s phone buzzed, “They’re here.”

Okay, so I’m splitting the days into two chapters now because this way, I can get more updates done for you guys and it’ll be easier for me because then I will be able to gather my thoughts and ideas much better. I didn’t realize just how much writing entailed when you want to include as much detail as you can and still be entertaining for your reader. So I hope you enjoyed the morning portion of Day Three, my writing load for this story has doubled yet it has lightened, I think you will be seeing another update for this one sooner rather than later.

#deception #deception fanfiction #kay daniels #cameron black #kaymeron #savedeception #renewdeception #deception abc

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royal-writer · 6 years ago

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SLAMS THIS DOWN WITH FORCE- I am a goddang dumbass addicted to this beautiful otp and I will cry and scream about it all i want thank you.

I’m absolutely positive this is an accurate representation of how Essatha’s thoughts are going to grow from little embers to an inferno and that is very important and all you need to know kay bye-

It was a metric beat. Drumming, drumming; the same four fingernails tapping along the table and then her elbow. Bouncing her leg, jiggling her foot, shifting in her seat with unsettled energy. The very same measure; a crescendo never increasing nor coming to a pause.

Restless. She told herself it was because she despised the wait. Pretty little lies, with her fingers nagging and tangling around the shorter strands of dark black hair framing her face. The fibs she could weave to herself and try to make believe them to be true.

No one else was impatient. Their smiles bright, their laughter loud. Their heads were in the clouds; drinking in the attention and the recognition. Half-hazard as some of them appeared; with tears in their clothes, scuffed shoes, bruises and scrapes.

Compared to those around, none of them looked like they belonged. From all appearances, these people had money to spare. Owning more beautiful and elegant houses than the last; larger gardens, and pristine family lines all over the region than most of the noisy bastards had come from. They were stunning people with luxurious lives and outstanding wealth. Bigger, fancier heirlooms and grand tales with decades of the same name traversing through generations.

Essätha wanted to help them, and be on her way. So easily everyone seemed distracted by the small talk, the teas, the cakes. The gesture was polite and unexpected, but the wait was agonizing. Take on their small-winded requests, accept their gracious pay, and go; that was her motto.

It had nothing to do with her abhorrence watching the women swarm Amon.

The sour pit in her stomach was merely a reflex from their gag-worthy polite charm and mannerisms. People simply weren’t this sickeningly nice without reason.

She watched with restless annoyance as the women leaned in close. Hair like spun gold, bright green eye and perfect lips. Another with skin dark and rich like chocolate with mesmerizing brown eyes. A red-head there, another blonde there. They stood so balanced, so perfectly precarious on their toes. Laughs so merry and cheerful. Dainty, lady-like, precious little angels, poised and proper.

One reached across to place a hand against Amon’s shoulder as she laughed, speaking in a rush of delighted enthusiasm.

Essätha snorted out of her nose as she looked away. It was such an obvious move. Physical contact, the lowered lashes, the pouty lips. They giggled at just about everything it seemed; even if what Essie heard wasn’t anything funny when she could overhear them past the other chatter. One would play with their hair, another nibble their lip or cast a glance to Amon’s mouth hungrily.

They might be gentlewomen, but they weren’t stupid. They knew what they were doing. Flirting so obviously; so naked and shameless. Every move they used was part of the book Essie crafted. Gullible people could be so easily influenced by such small things.

Gullible people, and those wanting to be sought after. Desired. Jumping on the nearest connection where molecules caught and sparked lightning.

She tried to catch the eye of another member of the traveling band of misfits she journeyed with, but they all seem too occupied. Her distress going unnoticed, she went back to staring across the room.

Did he have to smile like that at them? Sexy and charming; the slightest upturn on the corner of his mouth that occasionally split into a grin as he chuckle from whatever hilarious thing these women were saying. He was only encouraging their actions.

Maybe he wanted to motivate and encourage them though. The thought had Essätha’s skin crawling.

Why wouldn’t he, though? They were perfectly lovely looking women. Quite pretty in fact; Essätha could easily see herself trying to tease her way under a few skirts over there. Even if they were only a one-night stand; a simple fling.

It shouldn’t bother her. It shouldn’t grate at her nerves; drive a stake through her heart.

It had to be their bad acting. That… That was the only explanation. Maybe she should go over and teach them a lesson. There were more subtle ways to try gaining a man’s favor; or more obvious.

No, this wasn’t her place. She quickly turned the idea away with a fearful unease in her chest. Something she’d never felt before going obliviously unnoticed. She never stepped down from a challenge; never second-guessed her prey. When the thought was there, so was the intent. And she would hunt until her answer was obvious; until they were clearly through and over with the thought of her or she had them wrapped around her finger and begging for more.

Doing that to Amon… It felt wrong.

Like a trick, the same game and cards she used against everyone else. He should have a classy courting; far more genuine, far more soft.

Maybe that was the problem, she mused. Maybe it was their lack of understanding. They didn’t reach for what was beneath his physical appearances. They didn’t try complimenting his ideas, didn’t remark on how intelligent he was. None of them bothered to nudge him gently and watch the way his eyes lit up at the playful contact. None of them said a word on how hard he worked; how brave he was, the fact he listened with such calm as he took in their words.

They didn’t notice the way he’d answer with such careful honesty to every question and remark. His thoughtfulness, his wit, his stunning smile. The safety of being so close beside him; the way he stood confident, strong, knowing himself. His eyes so dark you got lost in them, his respectful consideration, his good heart.

Gods, such a beautiful heart. Her eyes went half-lidded with fondness as she rested her chin on her hand, propping her elbow up on the counter. They didn’t have a clue. Not the foggiest knowledge of how gentle he truly was. You could search high and low across the land, and as far as she was concerned, there was no better candidate than Amon for the title.

He was a bit battered; a bit bruised, but it didn’t break him in his spirit. Willingly holding out a hand even when things came back around to bite him. Taking the blow when he could have easily let it land on another. Again and again, placing everything he was on the line; his body, his will, his mind and his heart if for just a moment to be someone’s savior. Even when the word was something he would shrug off or laugh at; something he didn’t see in himself.

It made her smile falter just a bit as she watched him. Seeing not the women leaning on him, but him alone. A polite smile, but a closed expression. Keeping them at a metaphorical distance.

How could he not see what she saw in him? A hero, a protector; guardian to all the unfortunate souls stuck between a rock and hard place. No amount of his own misfortune kept him from stopping himself in being the champion of all the lost and lonely souls. Hurting faces looking for direction.

How many lives had he changed without a second thought? How many more would he continue to change? And long past his memory of them, how many looked back on their lives and found gratefulness that this Lord of Briarton had existed and lent them his time and kindness?

Her own fondness and adoration left her scattered for some time. Long enough that, without her knowing, time had slipped by like water over the falls. Someone was suddenly shaking her shoulder, and she perked up with groggy confusion.

“Are you ready to go, Essätha?” a glowing purple boy sang.

“Oh-” she breathed, her face warm. “Yes, I’m uh- I’ve been ready we can- let’s go, Ilamin.”

With a puzzled expression, the angelic boy looked down at her and then in the direction she had been fawning in. Spotting the women surrounding Amon, and Abernathy politely intruding to try getting the nobleman’s attention.

“Were you watching those women?” Ilamin asked with innocent curiosity. “They’re very pretty.”

“I-I guess,” she fumbled awkwardly, standing up to smother her hands self-consciously over her shirt as she tucked it under her pants.

This only made Ilamin look further confused. He didn’t pressure her. Almost thoughtfully, his gaze moving between her and the groupie surrounding Amon as well as the man himself. Playing a game of math in his head to try adding up the missing pieces.

The duo trailed along with the other’s as they were escorted to the grand stairwell that lead down from the gallery to the primary doors. Already a butler had situated themselves at the front door, ready to open it when they approached.

“It was so lovely meeting you all,” a women chimed; one Essätha recognized having been flirting with Amon. “If there’s any further questions we can answer, don’t hesitate to return. We’ll be waiting with bated breath for your victory!”

As she finished, the lady looked directly to Amon in a clear hope to catch his gaze. His eyes however, were turned away from her. She seemed disheartened by this; wringing her hands in front of her chest.

“Yes, do be careful.”

“Absolutely charming to meet your acquaintance.”

“A real pleasure.”

“Thank you for offering your assistance; you’re all so brave!”

As the long-winded farewells and well-wishes followed after them, the group made their way down the set of stairs. Most turned back to offer a wave and a few polite words of gratefulness and warmth. Essätha however made some haste to be the first out of the doors. This place far too stuffy and wedging an uncomfortable feeling in her heart. The bitter taste on her tongue an unpleasant after effect.

A short path extended before them to the entry of the estate. Lined with flowers and perfectly shaped shrubs, it ended at a small already open gate. Nothing too over the top there. Whether these people were foolish to not have better security or were doing in the opposite in giving an inviting appearance to their home to travelers, it was hard to say.

One by one, the others and their jabbering passed Essätha by. Her footsteps lingered in a different realm with her thoughts. Lagging behind slowly as they walked out onto the sidewalk until she was walking nearly identical in pace with Amon himself.

“Quite the group of admirers you have.”

Her phrasing seemed to catch the Illiad heir off guard. He jumped a little, releasing a quiet grunt in response as a hand went up to muse his hair. It had grown a bit long, Essie noted. It seemed to bother him how some of the strands now were boldly trying to lay over his eyes.

“Sorry if I sounded- I mean it was just an observation-”

“They were a chatty bunch,” he admitted, cutting her off. “Hard not to notice.”

Essätha gave a breathy, humiliated laugh.

When she passed him a glance as her giggles rolled to a close, she caught his eyes upon her. Warm and soft. His mouth tugged up into a smile, causing her heart rate to jump alarmingly fast.

“I’m shocked one of them didn’t try throwing you their knickers,” Essie teased.

Amon gave a choked sound at that. His smile broadening with amusement, a slight shake of his head.

“I wasn’t interested in any of their knickers, I assure you,” he snickered faintly. “I had other things on my mind.”

Business over pleasure, she guessed. But he was much too polite to turn away their questions and their kindness.

The slight twinkle in his eyes only seemed to grow brighter the longer their eyes stayed connected. The genuine beauty of his smile, as real and authentic as the sun above, robbing her of breath.

“Next time, you might not want to smile so much,” she blurted out suddenly, dragging her eyes away. “You’ll give the wrong impression.”

Like right now.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could only just see his smile falter and drop away. He reached out for her hand, but she was faster. Her pace quickening in speed and stride, she out-stepped his reach by hairs.

“Essätha, wait.”

The way he pleaded her voice, just barely above a whisper, had her moving faster. Overpassing Rava and Ilamin, and then Cackle, Adela, and Abernathy. Sulhadur and Penimra each gave her a regarding glance as she made her way to the front stiffly, almost jogging.

Maybe those women didn’t see the hauntingly gorgeous things inside of him, but she did. And she knew better than to touch it with her filthy stained hands even if she wanted to. To touch him was to commit an unjust sin. The one and only she couldn’t tolerate of herself. He was far too precious and good to be handled by someone who was always on the run. Feet hardly rooting themselves to the ground, eyes always wandering to the sky. Unable to sit still.

He might care, but that was all it was. His kindness, his gentleness, his forgiving nature. He didn’t want her. Nobody wanted her. She didn’t even want herself.

She knew what she was and what she was capable of. The pain in the eyes of so many disappointed faces. The blankness in those who didn’t make it. The ones who sneered and scorned her; damned and judged her. Every glance of disgust, of sorrow, of hunger. Beauty and beast all in one.

Besides, they were from two different planes of existence. It would never last.

Her arm grabbed at the shoulder of her bag, dragging it up so the weight didn’t lag her steps. Skipping along the cobblestone in a fashion that resembled none of her inner turmoil.

Such sweet fictitious novels she could craft. But they were a safer place than the path her heart wished to follow, and that would have to do.

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Sex And The City: The 10 Best Outfits, Ranked | ScreenRant

Sex and the City is all about love. Love of friendship, love of romance, love of NYC, and (most importantly) love of fashion. The characters on the HBO series wear clothing that is so unforgettable and iconic that we had to go and make a list of the best outfits worn on the show. Whether it's Carrie's spunky tutu skirts or Charlotte's classy sundresses that channel Liz Taylor, each character offers incredible ensembles throughout the series that inspire us to empty our wallets and update our closets.

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So without further ado, here are the 10 best outfits on SATC, ranked.

10 ABS FOR DAYS

Okay, so we totally had to put this look on the list just because of SJP's abs. Plank, much?

In this scene, Carrie and Aiden have just gotten back together after their messy split, and our favorite sex columnist has to work to win back the affection of her man. Although it takes more than a killer outfit to fix a broken relationship, her look here definitely helps. Look at how gorgeous this woman is! Can she please teach us her magic? Aiden was clearly a fool for flirting it up with that other woman at the bar while his girlfriend was standing there in that outfit, looking like a perfect ten. No wonder she dumped him.

9 SAMANTHA'S CLASSY AND BOLD LOOK

That brilliant yellow coat could stop New York City traffic! The PR queen surely knows how to dress with a mixture of sophistication and playfulness which perfectly sums up her character as a whole. While Samantha may often present herself as a woman who is only looking for a good time, we learn throughout the course of the series that she is so much more than that.

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She cares deeply about her friends and she will do absolutely whatever it takes to be the most successful businesswoman in all of Manhatten. Her colorful yellow jacket proves she can be fun and daring while the black dress adds a poised look to the whole ensemble. This is the perfect look for Samantha Jones who is as elegant as she is spontaneous.

8 ICONIC CARRIE BRADSHAW

This look screams "Carrie Bradshaw" in the best way possible. Carrie's got a thing for tutu skirts, most likely because they make her look like the fashion princess that she is. If we spotted her on the streets of New York we would question whether or not she's royalty. She surely dresses as though she belongs in a castle! The best part about Carrie's classic style is that we know that she isn't dressing for anyone else.

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She's not dressing for Mr. Big, she's not dressing for Aiden, and she's not dressing for her friends. Carrie Bradshaw dresses purely for herself and that is what makes her looks so memorable and praised. It takes guts to dress in such a bold manner which is what makes her 10 times better than it already is. And it's already pretty amazing.

7 BUSINESS MEETS BARBIE

Charlotte's look is the epitome of Barbie in a businesswoman outfit, and we're obsessed. How cute can an outfit get? It makes us smile just looking at this getup! We're getting serious Elle Woods vibes here as well, which is definitely not a bad thing. All Charlotte needs is her own little dog to snuggle up inside her purse.

Now that we think about it, she does have an adorable Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Elizabeth Taylor. Her puppy would totally complete this bubbly look, but hey, we're not complaining. Charlotte York-Goldenblatt looks as poised and perfect as ever.

6 RAINBOW QUEEN

There's nothing like a dress that is accentuated with vibrant splashes of color. This playful dress reminds us a lot of Carrie's personality, which is far from boring or average. In fact, Carrie is pretty much the opposite of boring and average, which is why this dress works so perfectly for the New York writer.

It's essential to find outfits that can mesh well with your personality because something as simple as your clothes can give people an idea of what you're all about. Clearly, Carrie is all about excitement and fun!

5 ONLY CARRIE CAN PULL THIS LOOK OFF

Here's Carrie, back at it again with the killer abs! Carrie Bradshaw invented the long skirt/crop top combo look and she owns it. This isn't the kind of outfit worn by the timid, so she proves to the world that she's open-minded. All we can say is if Mr. Big and Aiden saw her in that outfit, they'd be dueling each other for Carrie's hand in marriage right then and there. All of Big's commitment issues would totally go down the drain if he spotted Ms. Bradshaw in this iconic getup.

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We apologize for the extensive use of the word "iconic," but it's difficult not to use this word when referring to Carrie Bradshaw's style. Thank for your patience.

4 TOO ELEGANT FOR WORDS

Carrie looks absolutely breathtaking in this sundress with the perfect charm necklace to complete the look. Our favorite fashion guru looks so elegant in this outfit which gives off 1960s vintage vibes reminiscent of Mad Men. All we can say is Betty Draper would certainly give her nod of approval to this classically feminine look.

It reminds us of an outfit all of the famous fashion starlets of our time would wear. We could see Jackie Kennedy wearing this, Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, and Elizabeth Taylor. The point is, it's a timeless dress that will turn heads until the end of time.

3 FEMININE AND FEARLESS

Carrie is channeling an urban Princess Peach look in this beautiful outfit, complete with a feathered clutch and a flawless smile. Look at how happy SJP seems in this dress. This is the smile of a person who loves the skin they're in. With that sort of confidence, you could rock any look. Luckily, Carrie's confidence allows her to wear such bold outfits that always manage to stand out in a crowd.

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Like some of her previous dresses from above, Carrie clearly isn't afraid to show off outfits that are more vintage than "happening." She doesn't care about what's considered "in." All she cares about is wearing outfits that she feels most beautiful and comfortable in.

2 ELIZABETH TAYLOR WOULD BE PROUD

Charlotte York Goldenblatt proves with her style that "timeless" will always trump "trendy". Since the beginning, Charlotte has always dressed in her classiest and most feminine attire, which is perfect for her specific personality. Her regal sense of style would make Elizabeth Taylor (Charlotte's idol) so proud!

She's clearly the more reserved and uppity of the bunch, yet her outfits prove you can look conservative and sexy all at once. The outfit that she rocks here from the Sex and the City movie is the obvious star of the entire film... Sorry SJP.

1 ONLY IN PARIS...

Remember when Carrie moved to Paris with "The Russian" aka Aleksandr Petrovsky? She thought her move to the greatest city in Europe would be all baguettes and romance, but instead, it turned out to be a living nightmare. Carrie felt completely alone and isolated because she couldn't speak the language of everyone else in the city and her boyfriend was too busy taking her for granted to notice her flawless gown. There's nothing worse than getting all dressed up to go nowhere, and that is exactly what Carrie does in this scene.

She may be heartbroken, but at least she's radiant- all thanks to that beautiful dress. Where does one get a dress like that? We're dying to know.

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Intriguing Ideas To Design Your Child’s Bedroom <a href="https://www.savidevelopers.com">Savi Developers</a>

Keeping up with the preferences and dislikes of children can be quite tough. But as parents, you have to keep track of everything, be it their reluctance to do their homework or write the essay, or their unwillingness to eat veggies. The same thing is applicable when it comes to designing their room.

Considering your children will spend a substantial amount of time in their bedroom, as it’s their personal space, to play, sleep or study. That’s why it is crucial that the room reflects their personality. It should give off cozy vibes, fun, and stylish, so they will feel happy and positive spend as long as they’re in their private space. Having said all that, now let’s delve further into some great ideas for you to consider while offering your child’s bedroom with a stylish upgrade.

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Be realistic with the decor

It will not be wise for you to decorate the room with kid-sized decor when you are aiming for the bedroom that will grow along with the little one. Sure, a race car bed or a princess-themed fairy tale-style bed looks great this year. But your children are likely to lose interest in them over time. Invest in durable and timeless pieces of furniture that will last long. For instance, you can even buy convertible cribs that can be turned into teen beds if required.

Accessories, Toys and Textiles

If you are designing a room or redecorating your house, it’s always best to take a unique approach. So instead of treating the room as a whole unit, it’s wise to divide it into different layers and then deal with each division individually. In case of decorating the kids’ bedroom, the toys, accessories, and other fancy elements can be treated like the last pieces of the jigsaw puzzle. These items also allow you to revamp the look of the bedroom periodically without weighing down on your budget. For example, you can use some superhero-inspired bedding to a fairly sophisticated room to give a whimsical yet refreshing look.

Selecting a classy colour scheme

Having children around the house means, you invariably lose track of time. And as time passes by,the preferences of your little one change as well. How many times do you remember buying a present for your child, only to discover later that his/her latest interest changed and they took fancy to some other thing? Now decorating a kids room has a lot to do with these changing preferences as well.

To have a room that resonates with the kid as he/she grows up, it has to evolve with time. You can begin by using an elegant and sophisticated colour scheme that mainly comprises of neutral colours. Don’t use more than two or three shades and also avoid using bright coloured paint in the room.

While most parents may think that minimal use of colours makes the kid’s bedroom boring, But what it really does is present you with a blank canvas on which you can experiment as you like, without making it look too intimidating. A classy colour scheme does not mean that there would be a lack of colours. For instance, pink and white for a girls’ bedroom or Blue and red for a boys’ bedroom can both seem like great options.

Animal Prints and Geometric Patterns

When it comes to the design of your child’s room, there has been a recurrent use of geometric patterns, quirky stripes and animal prints in recent times. This trend makes perfect sense, as these chic patterns provide the room with a playful look while also making sure that they look equally appealing when your child steps into teenage and subsequently adulthood down the line. It is this flexibility that keeps the room appealing to the child even as he/she grows up.

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Offer a plethora of storage space to maintain proper organization

If there is one thing that a child’s bedroom must contain, it has to be plenty of storage. Having enough storage in your child’s room will allow you to keep it clean and organized. Consider installing toy chests, bookcases, and hampers, so they’ll have a place to keep their cherished belongings.

Under-the-bed storage is also another no-brainer in a child’s bedroom, as they will have enough space to store their toys and clothing. This way it will be easy for them to access their belongings as well. Whatever storage option you select ultimately, always ensure it is functional and at the same time fun. Also, you must ensure that it is the perfect fit for your little one’s bedroom.

Select the Right Nighttime Lighting

Don’t undermine the significance of the right kind of lighting in your child’s bedroom. For instance, if you want your child to feel at ease and relaxed, you can include fairy lights to create a cozy ambience. Task lighting either beside or above their bed could also allow your child to indulge in the habit of reading before bedtime.

Once they are done with their reading, they can switch off the task lighting and fall asleep under the soothing glow of the fairy lights, which will increase their comfort and will make them feel safe. Such a setup, is hence, ideal for children who feel uncomfortable with darkness around.

Improve the air quality of your house by including plants

There are multiple reasons why houseplants are a great addition to your child’s bedroom. The biggest one of them is that it can boost the quality of air within a room, so naturally, it’s good for your child’s health, particularly if they suffer from asthma or any other respiratory disorder.

This way you can also teach your children how to care for the living organism, which will inculcate a sense of responsibility within them. Tell them that it is their responsibility to water the plant regularly to keep it alive and healthy. Plants can also contribute in terms of uplifting the look and feel of a bedroom and makes the room instantly vibrant.

Avoid using a carpet to keep away from stains

While a carpet might seem cozy under your child’s feet, chances are the fabric will become a storehouse for stains and scents that can take away from their comfort and the design. That’s why it would be wise for you to choose hardwood flooring that will definitely be more durable, as it can withstand leaking pens, paint spillages, and coloured chalk. If you want to involve more warmth into your child’s bedroom, pick a colourful, and cozy rug that complements the décor and size of the room.

Select the perfect bed for your child’s comfort

You need to carefully consider what your child will be comfortable with before heading to buy a bed for their room. While one single bed might be just perfect for them, it might put limitations when their friends come for a sleepover.

Now if you don’t have a lot of space in your child’s bedroom, you can consider adding bunk beds so that they have some empty space to accommodate their friends. Even when they will not have friends coming over, they can switch places to sleep each week.

Add floating shelves to display their belongings

Floating shelves can enhance the look and feel of your child’s bedroom like nothing else, so it works in perfect harmony with the room. The kids can put their most prized possessions on the shelves, for example, their trophies and treasured collections.

A trophy shelf will also act as a visual reminder of their achievements even when they grow up, which would fuel their willingness to continue working harder and fulfil their goals. Every addition to the floating shelves will induce a sense of pride and satisfaction in your little ones.

Pay attention to the walls

The walls of your kid’s bedroom should simply be adorned with paints, and you will have many options to experiment with in this case. Since walls are the most visible part of the room, you have the option of playing around with colours or any visual elements. The idea is to jazz things up considering your child will spend a better part of his/her days in the bedroom.

To spruce things up, you can use wall accessories like vinyl stickers, bunting, and hangings. Such things can instantly lift up even a neutral backdrop, and also makes it easy for you to change the décor as your child grows. The colourful décor will also contribute to awaken your child’s creative side, which could prompt them to write, draw, paint, or read a good book.

Ceilings

Ceilings are most often the woefully undermined area of interior design. They are seldom experimented with, other than a fancy light fixture or two. However, a ceiling provides the scope to make a bold move where mistakes won’t matter quite as much as those made on the floor or walls. You can hand accessories like a serenely floating cloud or sun and stars that at once look appealing and versatile. What’s more, you can create these decorative pieces for the ceiling of your kid’s bedroom on your own.

All these ideas when executed perfectly will make your child fall in love with his/her room, and you’d find them spending more time there.

Author Bio: Gracie Anderson is a seasoned interior designer who has worked in the field for eight years. She also has been associated with MyAssignment Help for a long time now. This Melbourne-based dynamic assignment specialist delivers world-class study help for students who are troubled with their academics in Australia.

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[ LOADING INFORMATION ON CHERRY BOMB!’S LEAD VOCAL, LEAD DANCE, AJ …. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 23 DEBUT AGE: 20 SKILL POINTS: 15 VOCAL | 10 DANCE | 0 RAP | 15 PERFORMANCE SECONDARY SKILLS: Variety

INTERVIEW

Debuting as the lead vocal and lead dance spot for Cherry Bomb! meant that AJ was squarely in the middle of things - and this is meant quite literally. As a long term trainee with a classical dance background and a decent vocal range, AJ is a jack of all trades. Her performance abilities are such that she can cover any shortcomings in her dance and her vocals are stable within her range, her voice sweet and mellow, though a bit airy. She’s marketed as the center of the group, in the sense that she’s an anchor point. With distinct features more than classic beauty, she’s not the visual representative generally speaking, but she does possess a certain “stan attractor” capability and an appeal with female fans.

When they created the stage product that is AJ, they allowed Jowi to take the parts of herself that they liked the most - she’s quick to laugh and quicker to quip back with a response that perhaps cuts ever so slightly deeper than one might expect of her sunshine-y features. They like her wit, her candor, and allow her the tomboyish tendencies she’s displayed since her youth, as long as she’s offstage. It’s an appealing dichotomy, they tell her, for fans to see you as a femme fatale on stage and a boyish sweetheart offstage. They encourage her candidness, though of course her natural tendency towards blunt, scathing, or uncomfortably insightful commentary is entirely overwritten by variety appropriate observations, “cutting” and playful remarks that speak more to comedic sense than actual truthfulness. But it reads like a truthful, almost naively blunt character to the cameras, and the public finds that appealing, or so AJ has been told. She’s something of the middle child of the group, nestled solidly in the middle, without the wildly appealing charms of being the cutest, nor the classy and elegant charms of the most beautiful stereotypical visual, so crafting an appropriately quirky, comfortable image for her seemed the best decision.

BIOGRAPHY

“for god’s sake somi, just take her with you. someone has to watch her.”

jowi is thirteen and lanky, long limbed and gangly. she’s not tall, no, but her proportions are odd - like she’s more leg than she is anything else. the bruises that dot her shins speak to a recent growth spurt she hasn’t been able to adjust too just yet. her hair is in two hastily coiled buns, done up at either side of her head, set towards the top, with strands escaping around her face and forehead, wispy and already frizzing in the debilitating summer heat.

somi is another story. only two years older than jowi, she’s already stunning. tall and slender, in a graceful way that speaks to the ballet training both of them have been in since they were toddlers in tutus that extended farther than their arm spans, a testament to the preferences of their mother. somi is all long straight hair, shiny and silky, and big doe eyes. she’s beautiful, honestly speaking, in the way that makes people stop and look at her. jowi is proud of this, too young still to care that she herself looks more like a child of the forest than a properly groomed human being.

somi is expressive too, her eyes rolling in a spectacular display of disregard for their mother, slim arms crossing artfully over her chest as she heaves a sigh so theatrically woe-laden that jowi almost apologizes for the fact that she’s too young to be left properly on her own - at least according to their mother. she feels old enough to sit around the house alone. perhaps the problem is all three of them know jowi won’t just stay in the house, unable to resist the temptation of the wide world outside, liable to run off into trouble at a moment’s notice. jowi is always like that, stumbling into the unexpected, throwing herself headlong into whatever comes her way, unrelentingly charging forward.

maybe that’s why it works out like this.

maybe that’s why they tell her to stay in line she’s going to have to audition, so she does.

maybe that’s why they bring them both back in, offer them spots training at the company. “you better not slow me down.” somi says, with a hardness in her voice jowi is used too, by now.

so jowi works twice as hard as anyone else even dreams of.

of course she likes this, this acknowledgement. years spent in somi’s shadow mean she’s thirsty for recognition, for validity, and she’s on the edge of the precipice that is adolescence, desperate to solidify who she is and who she will become. jowi is driven to a fault, always has been, and she burns with the need to live up to the ghost of her father, the present icon that is her sister.

she’s been in a race against this girl since she can remember. she’s been condemned by her mother twice as long, the child born a month after an unfortunate accident. a burden for a newly single mother, trying to juggle a toddler and the aftermath of a funeral.

despite born into mourning, jowi is strangely bright eyed, a larger than life personality that beams out of her like sunlight, to the point of overbearing. like the energizer bunny she exists in perpetual movement - until sudden and abrupt crashes drag her down. months of three hours of sleep a night and endless energy erupt in one drunken night gone an hour or two too long leaving her slumped over a friend’s shoulder, carried home to sleep for the next forty hours, only waking to shower, gulp down liters of water.

trainee life isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon, and for jowi its nearly unsustainable. for most of them it isn’t, it’s a system built to break you down. but jowi is fierce, jowi is nothing if not determined, pushing herself to her limits and past them, until she’s taking intravenous fluids in the hospital, suffering dehydration, exhaustion, anemia, you name it. she pushes herself to heights she would never have thought possible, reaches lows she thinks might ruin her. and yet, somehow, she isn’t the one who breaks.

instead, its somi. somi, the perfect daughter. somi, perpetually first place, effortlessly lovely, stunningly intelligent, immensely skilled. but somi hasn’t faced adversity. somi doesn’t know criticism like jowi does, hasn’t thrived under duress and neglect. somi can’t take it - it’s too harsh, too cruel, too exhausting.

for jowi, it’s something like second nature.

you might think to yourself now, “surely this only exacerbated the rift in the ahn family?” and you would be right. beyond that even. the rift became a gulf, a trench - mariana’s even, the deepest chasm of the ocean.

at seventeen jowi was all but alone, excluding the trainees she was working and living (at that point) alongside. of course her mother outwardly supported her, to keep up experiences, but the understanding was that any sustained contact would not pass the bare minimum societally required of her, and would mostly consist of a few thousand won here and there and phone calls that heavily suggested she was simply waiting for jowi to get kicked out and come back home with her tail between her legs.

only that’s not quite how that worked out.

instead, she was put into vocal lessons, and then more and more personal training, and then finally told she’d been chosen for the potential lineup for the upcoming girl group. that her monthly evaluations will be weekly now, that she needs to keep on top of her diet, that this could mean big things for her.

and then she is chosen, and she’s debuting, and she’s so fucking excited she’s overflowing with it. she’s lived in somi’s shadow for so long that to be debuting now and in a central position in the group no less, has her head spinning. surely now, now her mother will care about her. now her sister will acknowledge her. they’ll smile at her, they’ll tell her they’re proud. she’s sure of it, so sure she’s full to bursting.

it’s only silence though, that she gets. they don’t even bother to decline the invitation to the showcase for her debut. the other girls are finding their families in the audience, tears spilling down pretty cheeks, and jowi is crying too. how cute, their slow growing number of fans say, little jowi is so touched to have debuted.

and she is, god, is she ever. it was an accident of fate that brought her here but she finds herself born for it, made for it, thriving on it. this goal of so many years, finally in front of her. the rush and the thrill and the ache of it, heart pounding like it might explode out of her chest. but they aren’t there.

for years, they aren’t there, and jowi learns to find the validation she craves so desperately in other ways.

but that’s hard too. if trainee years were a marathon, debut is climbing mount everest. msg is an established company, sure, but they’re not at the top of the heap just yet. they don’t have the cache to rely on that. they’re clawing up to the top come hell or high water, and jowi’s jack of all trades status is useful, but it’s not the kind of thing that lands you cf deals or acting parts, gets you hosting. that goes to visuals and the like, and jowi’s always been a little too atypical for that, more unique and charming than broadly adored and acknowledged. so when the rupturing of young love, the spiral of depression, a change in the group’s direction and a flop of a track all come together to sink her spirit’s the offer doesn’t seem like the worst. (yes it does.)

it doesn’t make her skin crawl. (yes it does).

it’s almost flattering even, she tells herself. holds her head in her hands, like this isn’t some sick business transaction. trade yourself for screen time. take a chance on your future, the company has told her. think about it, he’s been in the industry. he’s a big name, a former first generation idol. he’s still fairly handsome even, and as far as these things go that makes for a pretty sweet deal. he has the connections and the money you lack, he’ll get your name out there. is it really so bad, the price you’ll pay in return? he could give you all the opportunities, the articles, anything you ever wanted for your career on a silver platter, and you’re going to turn it down? let someone else take him up on the offer? you’re lucky he even looked twice at you, they tell her, you’d be an idiot to pass this up. think of the good it will do the group, all the girls, not just you. you’re not that selfish are you?

so she does it. picks up a pen and signs herself away.

she’s sponsored, and now what?

maybe she can pretend, at first, it isn’t terrible. things are in the works. a guest spot here, a commercial there, an influx of articles on every little movement she makes. the comments are nice too - the media play isn’t oversaturated yet. their summer song does well, the new direction, its okay. it’s not her favorite, but its working. the attention is there, and the intrigue. they’re being noticed.

she’s being noticed.

her mother even calls her, one night, and jowi thinks maybe it can be okay.

of course, when she lets herself stop, think, listen in the dead of the night she’s sick to her stomach. the anxiety heightens day by day, and she’s ferocious in her efforts to combat it. she trains herself into the ground and her dietary habits consist more of liquor to put her to bed and handfuls of hastily swallowed nutrient supplements than anything else, and her hours in the gym become absurd. but if they’re going to media play about her abs, she better have them, and if they’re going to talk about her figure in crop tops, she better suit them.

she’s always been obsessive, when it comes to coping with her own emotions, when it come sto avoiding her life.

but how long can it last? how long can she ignore the fact that she’s sold herself for screentime, traded her soul, her heart, handfuls of herself day in and day out for the chance at what - more lines in a song, a role in a drama, an article about her last post on twitter? she hollows herself out, giving away the fire and the fight in her, that tenacious fire in her eyes dimming gradually, until she no longer recognizes herself in the mirror, most days. but then, she’s become a rather proficient actress anyway.

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