stolen kisses, pretty lies.

Meredith and Brynn James. A nightmare dressed like a daydream and a rose garden filled with thorns.

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This is an independent blog for my number one favorite original mother and daughter duo, Meredith and Brynn James. Meredith owns her own cosmetics company lifestyle brand, Elite Elegance, and Brynn is a beauty influencer who has recently taken a position at her mother's company.

First, let’s begin by reading the guidelines. After that, you should check out Meredith's biography, as well as Brynn's biography. Once you’re familiar with their life stories, feel free to send some memes. Finally, don’t hesitate if you have any questions, and most importantly, please have fun and enjoy your stay!

[ofginjxints]

With a sigh, he allowed himself to detach himself from his work as he took off his glasses and placed them on his table. He watched his beautiful wife sitting at the edge of his desk, and he reached to place his arm over her legs, resting his hand on her waist.

He looked up at her lovingly with a contented smile. "You spoil me, darling. How are you still with a sad-sack like me?" He chuckled in a self-deprecating manner. And it was true. He often thought it. Meredith was this gorgeous woman with her own company. Him? A washed up writer trying to string together two sentences. It was a wonder she had put up with him for so long.

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“Well, it’s definitely not for the money. That much I can tell you,” Meredith teasingly quipped, in an attempt to bring out even the tiniest hint of a genuine smile for more than a few seconds at a time on that handsome face she’d always loved and adored so much.

“Maybe I just love you more than I ever dreamed possible, and I can’t imagine living this life with anyone else other than you.” It might have sounded like a slightly exaggerated response, but that didn’t make the sentiment any less true. Whether he sold a million copies of his latest book or a mere one hundred, at the end of the day, Peter was still the only man for her, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

[ofginjxints]

@daydreamdress ctd from (x)

"Y'know, you have to stop being so mean to me or I'm going to have you marry you all over again." That was the kind of relationship they had, he loved and appreciated his wife - and her supportive, yet sometimes biting tongue.

"I haven't finished yet - I'm jumping from the beginning to a couple scenes in the middle, it's not gonna make that much sense." He batted the air, making excuses for work he had no confidence in.

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“We could always do that,” Meredith grinned subtly, shoulders shrugging nonchalantly as she played along with the idea of them renewing their vows. Rounding Peter's desk, she perched herself on the edge with one long, slender leg crossed perfectly over the other.

“Or we could just skip straight to the honeymoon part instead. Something tells me it might just be the perfect inspiration you need to pull yourself out of this little rut you’ve been in lately.”

[ofginjxints]

open starter for women gimme grump/sunshine ship pls. age gap friendly, but also similar age would be really cool and great.

"Honey, I have not been in this room all day - I have had sufficient bathroom breaks and I've even made myself a drink that isn't just coffee. I'm doing great." Though the tone of his voice said otherwise. He was surrounded by his work. His laptop had multiple tabs of research open, his whiteboard was covered in scribbles and post-its were scattered like confetti on his desk. "I'm writing good shit, it's fine."

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Was this the part where she was supposed to offer him her congratulations? Peter’s mouth was saying one thing, yet his body language was sending an entirely different message.

“Shit being the operative word, I’m sure,” Meredith mused, brown eyes narrowing as she stood in front of the whiteboard attempting to decipher what everything meant, only to give up after a mere few seconds. “If it’s all good and fine, why don’t you let me read a little bit of what you’ve got so far?”

[heroesdeath]

The number of years and the month lined up in a way Santiago didn't need to think too hard to place things. But it could be a million things, really, just a funny coincidence and nothing more, that seemed the most likely. She was beautiful and independent, he'd always known she would move. And that's where he left that thought. He gave a small nod, the hint of a smile lingering like nothing had crossed his mind at all.

"She still might wanna know you're alright. Have you been able to reach her? I have no signal here," he said with a frown, taking out an old and simple burner phone out of his pocket. He checked the screen and it confirmed it. Probably one of the antennas in the area had been affected by the unforgiven weather.

He glanced back at her at the following question. "Business. I was just passing an old client off to a friend," he replied. "Wasn't supposed to stay long," he added, the corner of his mouth lifted faintly. "Saw this place was yours while I was driving... and here we are."

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Meredith had to bite back a light bout of laughter at the sight of Santiago’s phone of choice. It was the little things like that that had set him apart from everyone else she’d known way back when. It was one of the many reasons she’d found him so intriguing. More than anything else, he was a mystery she felt compelled to solve, without ever understanding why. They’d unfortunately parted ways all too soon, but not before he’d left a piece of himself behind.

“Not since before the storm started to take a turn.” Brynn was more than capable of taking care of herself. Meredith had raised her to be independent and self-sufficient, but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry. Unfortunately, the current circumstances were completely out of her control, so she chose not to dwell on them for as long as she could possibly manage to.

“Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t decide to work from home today,” she smirked in satisfaction, secretly pleased to see she still had at least a small hold over him. They’d only spent a single night together all those years ago – of the personal variety anyway – yet it was apparently just as memorable for him as it was for her in the present. Against her better judgement, the next question fell from her lips before she could swallow it back and leave it where it belonged – unspoken and only in her mind.

“Do you have somewhere pressing you need to be, or do you think you might be able to stay an extra day or two so we can catch up properly?”

[heroesdeath]

"A daughter, wow." He registered the new information. It made sense. Many years had passed, she had moved on, built her own family... Still, it was strange, realizing how much of hers he had never bothered to look into. He just couldn't. He had made a point not to follow her life after he left. Keeping things clean.

The cold wind howled faintly against the windows and every now and then the glass gave a soft rattle under the weight of it. Snow had already begun to blur whatever view had been left of the outside. Santiago leaned against a wall letting his gaze linger on her.

"How old?" he finally asked, tilting his head just slightly as he looked at Mer.

"Me?" he repeated, pointing at himself with amused disbelief, a soft laugh following as he shook his head. "Can't say anyone's expecting me really," he admitted with a nonchalant shrug.

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Between the fact that he seemingly had absolutely no idea she’d had a child and gotten divorced since the last time they saw each other all those years ago and the way he’d just all but admitted to still being on his own in life, Meredith felt it pretty safe to assume that absolutely nothing had changed. In a way, she felt for him. Yet, she knew better than to open up old wounds, no matter how scarred over and healed they might have been by that point.

“Twenty-three in October.” Standing up a little straighter, she knew the math might get his attention, yet that didn’t necessarily mean anything either. With any luck, so much had happened in his life in the past almost two and a half decades that their time together was now nothing more than a tiny blip on Santiago’s radar.

“So, how’ve you been? What brought you back after all this time?”

Maybe a pair of loaded questions right from the get-go wasn’t exactly the best attempt at small talk, but if the abrupt deterioration of the weather outside was any indication, they were going to be at the mercy of Mother Nature until potentially sometime the following morning at best, so might as well get comfortable.

[heroesdeath]

@daydreamdress said: “I didn’t expect to be stuck with you… but I’m not complaining.” ( Meredith & Santiago ) || FIRST DAYS OF WINTER · INSPIRED STARTERS

"I would complain but company's not too bad, yeah," he replied, smiling lightheartedly as he looked into her eyes. It was actually hard not to smile whenever Mer was near and that was the problem.

Lately, Santiago had found himself wondering what would have happened if things had been different between them, if love had been enough, if things hadn't been so complicated. He had accepted her call, her distance after all those years, he even made a life for himself but somehow he always kept circling back to her.

"Looks like we're gonna be here for quite a while," he added as he took another peek at the blizzard outside through the window. "Did you have any plans? ...Anybody else you were hoping to get stuck with? " He asked amused, glancing back at her again.

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For two people who hadn’t seen one another in literal years, the chemistry that lingered between them was almost palpable. There were many things still left unspoken, yet now that they’d found themselves in the middle of an all too perfect situation to catch up on certain things, Meredith had absolutely no idea where to even begin.

Just like that, Santiago seemed to hint at the biggest secret of them all, without even realizing what he’d done. Then again, it would be foolish to come right out and hit him with the biggest shot of them all straight off the bat. If the conversation didn’t go in her favor, not immediately being able to take her leave would be an absolute nightmare, to say the least.

“I was hoping to make it back home to my daughter before it started to get too bad out there, but it looks like that’s out of the question now,” she mused, following his gaze out the window. “What about you? Anyone out there to miss you when you don’t show up on time?”

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@daydreamdress // continued

"alright, point taken." mark wasn't often humbled by people, but the way she continued to ramble on about all the times he'd been wrong, well, it was enough to make him second guess ever opening that can of worms with her. "hey, that sweet talk i gave to you almost always works on the ladies. it's not my fault you aren't like other women." probably not the right thing to say, but then again, when did mark sloan ever say the right thing to someone like meredith?

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Eyes narrowed, almost as if Meredith was daring Mark to keep running his mouth by the way she was glaring at him. While it was true that she was surely different from any other woman he'd been with before, thanks to the simple fact that she didn't fall for his charms and submit to him right from the start, that surely hadn't been what he'd meant by his little observation.

"Be very, very careful what you say next," she warned, allowing him a single chance to redeem himself, should he so choose.

[storiesfabled]

@daydreamdress // continued

she had a point. it was pretty ironic that two people who both had flames for their ex-spouses would find each other. even if it wasn't in a romantic way - at least not yet - the fact that both of them were still pining for their exes was in itself a rather wild coincidence. and that was coming from weston, who wasn't a big fan of coincidences. but then meredith said that last line and he felt his eyebrow shoot up.

"you think we should give it a shot?" he asked, shaking his head with a smile on his face. "i think in the end we'd both just break each other's hearts because we know we're both wantin' other people. people who will never want anything to do with us ever again."

much as he said that out loud, he still held out hope that one day amanda would take him back. then again, he still had yet to see the error of his ways with her, so it wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.

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"I think it doesn't matter how I feel anymore," Meredith shrugged, a little disappointed in Weston's answer, despite how much sense it made. They could have all the fun in the world together, but when push came to shove, it wouldn't be enough. It wouldn't be the same. They'd forever be comparing it to what they had in the past with the loves of their lives before everything got so screwed up, and that wasn't fair to anyone.

"Then again, if you were to ever decide you wanted to try and make her jealous --" There was no real need to finish that particular thought aloud. Weston surely knew what she meant. In some small way, fingers were crossed he might actually take her up on the whole thing, if only so she could find out for herself just exactly how Jack would react to his ex-wife potentially getting serious with someone new.

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[hornydemonrp]

Will's eyes gleamed darkly above a wolfish grin.

Was there anything sexier than a partner who visibly wanted you with their whole body?

The sight of Brynn reclining in just her panties, telling Will exactly what she wanted, cut through all the noise and distraction and got right to the heart of the matter.

So he would, too.

He lunged for her, capturing her face in his hands and pulling her back into a ferocious kiss. He let that happen for a few moments before finally, finally sliding his hands down her body and between her thighs. He then blindly tugged her panties to the side before brushing his tip against her entrance.

"Fuck," he sighed, feeling her hot and wet against him. "Look at me," he ordered, searching for her eyes as he began to push inside her. His brow furrowed and his jaw dropped as she clenched around him, taking his tip almost like she wanted to keep it. His hands went to her thighs and gripped them as he began to push, stretching her out around him. He leaned in, forehead pressed to hers, sharing her air. "Show me how much you can take."

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A sharp, breathless gasp could be heard as Brynn felt Will's tip against her slick heat. No words were necessary in order to invite him inside. As requested, she reclaimed eye contact, mouth agape in the perfect shape of an O while he slowly pushed his way deeper and deeper, single inch at a time. "Fuck, that feels good," she murmured, walls tightening around him like a vice of sorts, taking a minute to properly adjust to his generous girth.

The challenge was one she simply couldn't refuse. Doing her best to remember to breathe, hips began to roll against his, hands moving to his back as fingernails scraped random patterns up and down. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Brynn began to ride Will, milking him for all he was worth.

"Harder," she half pleaded, half ordered, refusing to break eye contact. "Don't stop."

[hornydemonrp]

That was it.

Will didn't know what he was looking for when he made them pump the brakes, when he asked Brynn to think about what she was doing, but as he stood there in his kitchen, holding her, feeling their hearts beat against one another, he knew that look in her eyes, the weight in her voice, the way she clung to him--that's what he was looking for. That was the confirmation he wanted that she didn't just want this to get back at her boyfriend: she wanted this. Wanted him.

And he wanted to show her her desire wasn't misplaced, so he kissed her again. He pulled her to him and kissed her just as he had: deeply, fully, hungrily. His hands slid down her back, to her ass, where he squeezed her once before lifting her into the air. Still kissing her, he walked blindly to the kitchen table and set her down, but keeping her legs wrapped around him.

"Right here," he breathed between kisses. "I want you right here." And he began undoing his pants.

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Reaching out to stop him, eyes dark with desire glanced up from beneath their eyelashes, as if to say allow me. Wanting to make the moment last, yet also wanting to frustrate Will to even the smallest of degrees, Brynn took her time fumbling with everything until she had his pants and boxers pooling around his ankles. Admiring the sight before her, it only took a mere couple of seconds for a wet spot to start forming against the lace fabric of her panties.

Removing the next obstacle, her sweatshirt was haphazardly tossed into the messy pile on the kitchen floor, sweatpants joining shortly afterwards. Now clad in nothing but underwear, Brynn wasted no time grabbing hold of Will's well hung length, pad of her thumb teasing the tip every so often as she began pumping from the base to the head.

"Don't be gentle with me," she half requested, half ordered, nipples already hardening as they acclimated to the cooler air. "I want to feel every last inch of you buried deep inside of me."

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In a move that was sure to confuse her, Will grabbed Brynn by the arm and pulled her into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her: one around her waist, the other up her back. He held the back of her neck and pressed her body to his as their lips met. He breathed her in deep, her warmth, her scent, her taste... then released her with a sigh.

He didn't move away, though, just leaned back so he could see her, and their bodies were still pressed together.

"You were spiraling," he said by way of explanation. "That probably won't help make anything clearer but, it was the first thing I could think of to stop that runaway train of thought." Was that true? Maybe! He reached up to brush some stray strands of hair away from her face. "You alright?"

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Taken by surprise, Brynn let out a small squeal at suddenly being grabbed by the arm and pulled up flush against Will's body. She could still feel the healthy bulge in his pants, yet her attention was focused on the unexpected kiss. It was better than the one she'd stolen earlier, leaving her breathless for a few seconds, chest lightly heaving once it reluctantly ended.

"I'm umn…" If her head would stop spinning, maybe she could actually think straight. Instead, it took everything in her to pry her eyes away from his lips and return her gaze to meet his. The electricity between them was nothing if not charged and palpable as ever.

"Do that again," was the hushed request, more innocent and vulnerable than ever before. No longer did Brynn feel a need to play games to get what she wanted. As far as she was concerned right then, she and Will were the only two people who existed in the entire world. His apartment was their sanctuary, and she was safe wrapped up in his gentle embrace.

"Don't think. Don't say anything. Just kiss me like that again, and this time, don't stop."

[hornydemonrp]

Will laughed as he worked. "It's not that I want to talk about it... I just think, before anything happens between us, we should acknowledge what's happening around us. My own feelings on relationships aside, you're with someone, and there'll be consequences if anyone finds out you were here, let alone that we slept together. And, unfortunately, the consequences would be greater for you than they would be for me. I am one hundred percent flattered by how badly you want me," he handed Brynn her new drink with a teasing smirk. "And I am more than eager to jump your bones," he laughed softly. "But you have more to lose here. I just want to check in with you about... all this.

"If we're both satisfied we're going into this clear-headed, then..." Will shrugged, smirking again, suggestively raising his mug to his lips. "We can just see where the night takes us."

[daydreamdress]

He knew damn well that for him, she would ruin herself a million little times. More often than not, those instances they'd flirted with the line between friends and something more had been on purpose. Brynn had chosen to brush up against Will at a mutual friend's pool party in nothing but her barely there bikini. At one point, she'd even gone so far as to accidentally send him a dirty picture on one of those little apps that deleted the evidence in twenty-four hours. Even after all of that, though, even she knew engaging in an actual affair wouldn't be anywhere near as simple. No, especially not when she was climbing the ladder and he was already right smack in the middle of the public eye.

"Honestly, I don't know what I want anymore." Accepting her drink with a soft sigh, Brynn took a small sip. Unfortunately, not even hearing how mutual their desire for one another was helped to make her feel better or the decision at hand any easier. "I mean, I know that I want more than anything to wake up in your bed, unable to walk, or even talk, for that matter. At the same time, though, I'm don't think I'm ready to break up with Connor just like that, either. Yeah, he can be a complete idiot and a total dick sometimes, but most of the time he's actually a pretty decent guy."

Ugh, why couldn't she be allowed to have her cake and eat it, too?

"This would be so much easier if I was a man. It'd be cool for me to play the field. It'd make me a boss or whatever, but no. I'm just a bitch, not a baller. Like, honestly. What the fuck?" Okay, now she was just sounding off, letting out all of the pent up resentment that'd been held in for so long while sliding off the counter and pacing the kitchen floor. Maybe it didn't make a whole lot of sense, if any at all, but oh well.

"Actually, if it wasn't for the damn paparazzi, I'd say to hell with the whole thing. Who gives a shit what other people think? All that matters is what you and I want. What goes on behind closed doors is our business and no one else's. Surely, between the two of us, we could figure out a way to keep the outside world from getting in, but…"

So much for a night of being distracted from the harsh realities of real life.