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‘Run Away with Me’ Chapter 6: I Don’t Wanna Fight No More

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               There weren’t any fresh bodies in the morgue today. Molly resigned herself to the fact it would be a long, tedious day. There was a good sized stack of paperwork that needed to be done, and so she worked for hours at her desk, only stopping to use the loo or eat. She was exhausted due to having trouble sleeping the night before, the fight she had with Sherlock continuously playing on a loop in her head until finally she had succumbed to the tears she fought.

               Things brightened up a bit when Greg and Sally came in, a body following not too far behind them. “Edith Shepherd, twenty-eight,” he told Molly. “Found dead in her home around ten this morning.”

               Molly took a look at the body, now lying on the slab. “Cause of death appears to be asphyxiation, but she has many other injuries that will need to be looked at first. Any idea who could have done this?”

               “I think it’s the husband,” Sally chimed in. She almost looked smug about that particular comment, and Molly wondered if it was a jab at Sherlock and their marriage. Who was she kidding? Of course it was.

               “Well, maybe the husband’s innocent,” Molly shot back. “That’s the most obvious choice, well done.”

               Greg looked uncomfortable, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Donovan, why don’t you wait outside?” She rolled her eyes, but did as he asked anyways. When she was out of sight, Greg placed a comforting hand on Molly’s shoulder. “Molls? Everything okay?”

               “I’m fine,” she muttered, shrugging him off. “Sorry, I just—I’d like to get on with the autopsy.”

               He backed off. “Of course, my apologies,” he spoke gently. “I just, uh—well, I want you to know that despite the initial shock, I do wish you and Sherlock all the happiness in the world. And I’m no consulting detective, but I can see that you’re going through a rough patch. Just hang in there, okay?”

               Molly offered a sad smile. “Thanks, Greg. That really means a lot.” When he left, she picked up the scalpel and positioned it just where she needed it to be. Whatever clues this body could provide her would help in the long run. As she cut into the woman’s flesh, Molly spoke in hushed tones, “Please, just this once, don’t be the husband.”

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               “Hu-hoo!” Mrs. Hudson alerted Sherlock of her presence. He was curled up in his chair, his eyes unfocused. She set a cup of tea down on the small table before taking a seat in John’s spot with her own cup. The woman who was like a second mom to him said nothing, just sipped on her tea.

               Sherlock sighed. “What is it Mrs. Hudson? Couldn’t help but overhear mine and Molly’s fight yesterday?”

               “I’m sure it could have been heard all down Baker Street, dear,” she told him.

               He harrumphed. “It’s not as if you were entirely supportive of my marriage.”

               Mrs. Hudson straightened up in disbelief. “I never once said I didn’t support it. I was trying to give you advice. I adore Molly—I think she’s a good match for you. I was worried you weren’t prepared to put in the effort, dear. Marriage isn’t a choice to be made lightly.”

               “I know it appears as if I just jumped into it without thinking,” he told her, “but the two years I was away, all I could think about was her—that when it was all over, I’d come home to her. Where we live doesn’t even bloody matter to me.”

               The elderly woman gave him a knowing smile. “I thought not. But all the same, you will have to learn to compromise on things you truly don’t agree on.”

               “I know,” he sighed. “I said something most unforgivable yesterday. I doubt there’s any chance of forgiveness. Mycroft had me so convinced I’d mess this up, and lo and behold, here I am.”

               “Don’t you listen to him,” Mrs. Hudson advised. “He doesn’t know you as well as he thinks he does. Your brother may have taught you all that rubbish about relationships and friendships being a waste of time, but he’s wrong.” A beep from her flat downstairs sounded loudly. “Biscuits are done.” She stood to leave, but not without one last bit of advice. “Sherlock…talk to Molly.”

               He wanted to go to her last night, but thought it best to give her space. Sherlock hadn’t even slept in their bed, instead having fallen asleep on the sofa where her scent still lingered. He took a deep breath and finally got up off his chair. He grabbed the cup of tea, sipping at it slowly. Hesitantly, he made his way to the bedroom, his mouth falling slightly open at the discovery he made.

               Molly had left behind the book he gifted her in Paris. He reached out, picking it up, when several items slipped out onto the floor. Sherlock set the cup aside and knelt down to investigate. There were several photos from their time in Paris, but two in particular caught his eye. One was a photo they had someone take whilst they got married. It was of the kiss that sealed their nuptials. The other was one they took their first night in Paris, after having just made love—twice. They were in bed, Molly gazing at him adoringly, a huge smile on his own face.

               He picked up the second photo to admire it closely, his fingers brushing something taped to the back of it. Turning it over, he discovered a small bit of paper with his handwriting. So she did find it. It was the short message he wrote for her whilst he was dismantling Moriarty’s network that he had posted to the Lonely Hearts and Missed Connections wall in the bookshop.

               I need her. I miss her. My heart aches without her. I’ll be home soon, my darling.

               Sherlock checked the time. It was nearly six o’clock. In two hours, she would be off work. In two hours, he was going to see his wife.

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               “Mister Holmes.” The sharp tone of voice told him she wasn’t happy with him. Anthea raised an eyebrow, questioning him without a word. “I hardly ever find it necessary to question your motives, but I’m questioning them now.”

               He blanched only for a moment, resuming to his cool exterior. “Do go on, then.”

               “Exactly why are you badgering your brother? His marriage isn’t your business, and I mean this with all due respect, sir, but you need to stop being a child.” Anthea crossed her arms. “Love is nothing to discourage him from.”

               “He is incapable—he’ll only hurt her,” Mycroft replied. “I believe he thinks he’s in love, but it is a falsity. He wants it to be true so much, he is not only lying to her, but to himself.”

               Anthea shook her head in disbelief. “Why does it bother you so much? Why are you trying to hurt him?”

               Mycroft sighed. “I’m not trying to hurt him. I realise it seems that way, but trust me, I’m doing him a favor.”

               “How so?” she questioned.

               “The sooner he realises I’m right—that he and I aren’t capable of love—the less painful it will be for the both of them when it ends,” Mycroft explained.

               Furrowing her brows, mouth slightly agape, Anthea stared at him incredulously. “I don’t think you’re incapable of love.” She stepped closer, her hands steadying herself as she leaned over his desk. “I think you’re scared of it.”

               Just as quickly as she approached him, she straightened up and left, leaving a speechless Mycroft Holmes behind.

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               Molly breathed a sigh of relief after finally being able to clock out after having to stay an extra hour to finish up yet another autopsy. It took all her strength to keep it together, having to figure out what caused a twelve year old girl to pass away during surgery on her broken leg from the car crash she had been in. It turned out she had a brain bleed. A head CT could have told them that, but whoever her doctor was had chosen to focus all their time on her leg. One misstep had cost this young girl her life. It was heartbreaking.

               Upon reaching the street as she waited for a cab, Molly was immediately drenched from the pouring down rain. It was so cold, she felt the shivers deep in her bones. Needless to say she was thankful when a cab pulled up. Molly enjoyed the warmth of the vehicle, hesitant to get out once they reached her flat. She planned to make a run for the door, handing over what she owed the cabbie. Stepping out and into a decently sized puddle, Molly dug around for her keys, stepped up onto the sidewalk, and—

               “Sherlock?” Her mouth hung open as she stood there, unmoving, raindrops clinging to her lashes and falling down her cheeks like tears. Sherlock was just as drenched as she was—if not more—and his curls were plastered every which way to his face. “What are you doing?? You’ll catch your death out here!”

               Sherlock moved away from the door as Molly went to unlock it. “I was waiting for you to return.”

               She turned to him, eyebrows scrunched together. “You have a key.”

               “I was trying to respect your boundaries,” he replied. “Molly, I—“ She was pulling him inside by the hand, refusing to let go until they reached the bathroom.

               “Get out of those clothes whilst I get your spares,” she instructed him. “I’ll be right back.” Molly finally took the time to breathe during her short trek to the bedroom. Sherlock was here. He had waited God knows how long in the frigid rain for her, which had her so worried, she didn’t have time to be upset with him. She stripped down, even choosing to replace her damp underthings with dry ones, forgoing a bra, and slipped on her pajamas: pink shorts with black polka dots and an old uni tee.

               Before leaving, she grabbed Sherlock’s spare pajamas and boxer shorts, and took a moment to compose herself again. Molly stifled a giggle when she heard the sharp intake of breath her husband greeted her return with. She left him to dress in order to start up the kettle. Warm tea is just what they needed. It wouldn’t be too long now before Sherlock would appear, so she prepared herself for whatever he might say.

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               Now that he was in dry clothes, he was beginning to warm up. Sherlock took one look at himself in the mirror, his curls dampened and frizzy, and took a deep breath. No, he didn’t have any grand gestures planned, but Molly usually wasn’t one for that sort of thing. Though it would be nice to treat her with something lavish, this wasn’t the time for it. Hesitantly, he made his way toward the kitchen where the kettle was whistling.

               His nerves began to get the best of him the longer he stood there, watching Molly prepare their cups. He swallowed hard, feeling as awkward and out of place the night of the Christmas party many years ago. Soft and unsure, he spoke. “Molly.” He stepped closer.

               She looked up, watching as he approached her. “Yes?”

               “I am sorry,” he told her, his voice raw with emotion. “What I said—it was inexcusable, as was my behaviour.” Sherlock let out a shaky breath, taking her hands in his. “Molly, darling, I didn’t mean what I said. Being married to you is everything to me. I don’t regret it and I never will. And I don’t care where we live. We could live here and my Baker Street flat would just be used for work and experiments. It would be rather unsafe for us to reside there—especially you. I don’t want anything to happen to you or to the children we may or may not have.”

               Molly freed a hand out from his hold and caressed his face, smiling as he leaned into her touch. “You are going to kiss me right now, Mister Holmes, and then you’re going to tell me what’s been bothering you.” His eyes lit up, pleasantly surprised she was no longer angry with him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sherlock bent over as Molly rose up on her toes, their lips meeting, brushing softly together. The moment his tongue slipped inside her mouth, she whimpered, tugging him closer. He urged her to jump up into his arms, groaning when their bodies made contact, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Molly, I love you,” he whispered as she sprinkled his face with kisses.

“I love you too, Sherlock,” she replied breathlessly, sighing when he began to trace her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “Bedroom—right now, Sher—oh!” Molly tilted her head to the side whilst his lips and tongue worked at her neck. He drew back long enough to get them safely to the bedroom, gently setting her down on the duvet. His eyes sparkled with adoration for her. Molly slipped off her t-shirt and tugged at the hem of her husband’s. The rest of their clothes were shed quickly in a fit of impatience.

Hovering over her, Sherlock dipped his head down, pressing soft kisses to the hollow of her throat, along her clavicle, and the soft swell of each breast. He lowered himself, kissing her lips whilst his fingers gently brushed through her hair. Molly encouraged him, pressing against the small of his back with her hands. He buried his face against her neck as they finally lost themselves in each other’s arms. “I forgive you,” she whispered.      

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               Tracing circles on his chest with her index finger, Molly adjusted her head so she could face her husband who looked pensive. “What are you thinking about?”

               “What a fool I’ve been,” he answered, stroking her hair. “I allowed my brother to get in the middle of our marriage. In doing so, everything I feared would happen did happen.”

               Molly nodded in understanding. “A self-fulfilling prophecy if ever I saw one.”

               “He told me it would be best to end things before we were ‘too involved,’ which I assume meant before children entered the equation,” Sherlock told her. “Essentially, he said you would be better off without me…and I was frustrated because I agreed with him. I took it out on you, and I shouldn’t have.” He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling her lips press to his shoulder. “I only brought up the fact of you having not moved in completely because it somehow triggered my fear that you agreed with him too.”

               “Oh, Sherlock,” she sighed. “Don’t you think I’m the one who should decide who I’m better off with? Okay, so getting married was a spontaneous choice, but it only stemmed from how much I wanted to share my life with you—how much I love you.”

               He flashed a crooked smile. “I realise that now. Mycroft may think you deserve better than me—hell, I still think you do—but what you deserve more is the best version of me, and I haven’t been that since we returned to London, and for that, I apologise.”

               “We both have our shortcomings, and despite them, we still love each other. I have a tendency to run away when things get complicated—granted, not permanently, but I felt like I should have stayed after we fought or at least should have encouraged you to tell me what was really bothering you.” Molly slid her hand up into his curls. She laughed then. “Hell, we both ran away to escape everyone questioning our marriage.”

               “Well, yes, but a sex holiday is permitted for newlyweds,” Sherlock chuckled.

               Molly gave a playful roll of her eyes. “You are incorrigible.”

               “Mm,” he smirked, “but you love me anyways, don’t you, Mrs. Holmes?”

               “I do,” she smiled. “I really do.”  

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15.3 CODA: Part 2

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Castiel wakes just as the sun is rising. Despite not getting much sleep, he feels rested and ready to take on the day. As rested and ready as possible under the circumstances, anyway. The coffee pot is full of dark liquid that’s still warm. A yellow sticky note is stuck to the front of the machine, neat writing informing him that Jody had to go into work early, and telling him to help himself to anything he needs until she’s back at four P.M.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Castiel walks over to the two large sliding glass doors by the kitchen table and heads outside. The air is cool and crisp, but it feels nice. Refreshing. Castiel leans on the railing of the wooden deck and looks out at the brilliant colors of the back yard. The leaves are breathtaking.

“It’s freezing out here,” Castiel hears from the sliding doors. He glances over his shoulder and forces a smile when he sees Claire standing there.

“I don’t mind.”

She gives him a critical look before stepping out onto the porch and offering him a blanket, hat, scarf, and mittens. When he stares at them instead of taking them from her, she rolls her eyes. “You’re such a doof. Come here.”

When Castiel approaches her, she tugs the burgundy hat over his head, then winds the scarf around his neck. He gets with the program and gives her his coffee so she can hold it while he puts the mittens on as well. After, she wraps the flannel blanket around his shoulders and pats him on the shoulder.

“Much better,” Claire declares. Castiel just now notices that she’s dressed similarly, her black jacket matched with a black hat, a gray scarf, and a pair of mittens that are black with white and gray polka dots. She gives him his coffee back and smiles. “Now, you go ahead and do your weird staring off into space thing that you were just doing, but when you’re done, come inside. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yup. All sorts of plans.”

“We have plans? You and I?” Castiel asks, trying to clarify.

She rolls her eyes. “And Alex, too, yup. Chop chop.”

With two claps of her mitted hands, she heads back inside. He stares at the sliding door for another moment before turning his focus back to the trees.

“What in the world could they have planned with me?” he asks the myriad of red, yellow, and orange.

The trees don’t answer.

Just another reason to hate Chuck.

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The first stop on their schedule is to a bakery. Castiel, Alex, and Claire all get something to drink and eat before hopping back in the car. As they drive, Claire and Alex talk to each other in a constant babble, letting Castiel be as he enjoys his hot cocoa and blueberry muffin. He's feeling much better now that his stomach is full and he's decently rested. Claire must be able to sense this, because she broaches the subject they've all clearly been avoiding as Alex pulls the car into a store parking lot.

"How are you, Cas? Jody said it was a rough night?"

"Rough few days," Castiel says quietly, looking down at his empty to-go cup. "I'll be fine, though. I am always fine."

There's a pause long enough for him to glance up. He finds that both girls are now frowning at him. "What?"

"Well, you're talking to two experts on pretending to be fine when you're really a fucking mess, so don't bullshit us," Claire says matter-of-factly.

"What Claire meant to say in a much kinder way, I'm sure," Alex says with an eye roll, "Is that you don't have to pretend with us. We don't have to talk about it, but feel free to do so. Or to just be sad or whatever else you feel like being. Okay?"

Castiel nods, understanding. "Okay."

"Great. Now, let's fix your coat."

Looking down at his trench coat, Castiel asks, “What’s wrong with my coat?”

“First of all, it’s thin, and you’re clearly more human now considering the way you scarfed down that muffin, so you need something warmer,” Alex explains. “It’s nearly winter now. You’re going to be too cold in that, Cas.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, that thing is atrocious, and old. My dad got that for Christmas when I was like… five. Time for a change, dude.”

Castiel doesn’t like change. He’s had enough damn change in his life recently. Eleven years ago, he commanded a garrison. He was one of Michael’s chosen few. Was given the privilege to save the righteous man. Michael’s true vessel. It was one of the highest honors.

He was respected.

He was feared.

Then he fell in love with humanity. With Dean, if we’re being honest. Those freckles that were like a galaxy on pale skin. Those green eyes that held so many questions and even more answers.

Castiel lost it all.

But he’ll tell ya what - he still has this trench coat. It’s been to hell and back - more than once. It’s all he has left.

That’s why, even though he’s shown multiple options, given at least a dozen eye rolls, and told twice that he’s a doof, Castiel walks out of the coat store with something very similar to his trusty trench coat, just made of wool instead so it’s warmer.

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Pumpkin patches are wondrous places. Castiel had assumed it'd be a small farm with pumpkins everywhere, but that's not the case. At least not here. Yes, there are pumpkins. Many, many pumpkins, all of different shapes, sizes, and even colors. But there are also apples - an entire orchard of gorgeous red apples. There’s a corn maze, which Castiel finds both entertaining and frustrating. He gets lost so many times before a five or six year old child takes pity on him by leading him out. It was still a lot of fun, even if Alex and Claire teased him for being terrible at it.

They went for a hayride, too. The farm provided them with big flannel blankets and hot cocoa as they rode in the back, brought around the entire farm, the man driving telling them fascinating information on the crops and harvest, as well as the history of the area and the farm. Then they got to pet the farm animals. Castiel became fond of a horse that enjoyed licking his face. He even giggled, which felt very good to be honest.

Of course, Castiel’s favorite part of their day at the farm was the Bakery & Farm Store. He’s never tasted anything so delicious. They sat at a little table for over an hour, stuffing their faces until Castiel nearly got sick. Between the three of them sharing their treats, they all tried apple cider donuts, cinnamon rolls, strawberry crepes, apple pie, strawberry cream cheese danish, chocolate covered croissants, strawberry rhubarb pie, blueberry muffins, and caramel apple pie. The little old lady running the place liked them so much, she shared her pumpkin pie recipe with Castiel, who promised he’d go home and make it that night.

They left the farm with seven pumpkins, two bags of apples, a dozen apple cider donuts - which were Castiel’s favorite - and caramel apples to-go. By the time Castiel got to the car, he was full, happy, and exhausted. It was the perfect combo to curl up in the backseat and take a little snooze during their long ride home.

He fell asleep smiling.

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Dean is wide awake despite it being the middle of the night. He's been stalking Castiel's Instagram. Yes. Instagram. Apparently Claire and Alex thought he needed one. Dean only has the damn thing to stalk Dr. Sexy MD actors, but now he's using it to stalk a certain falling angel he can't stop thinking about.

Since he saw the first picture, Dean has been refreshing the page every other minute. It had been a picture taken by Claire, which is how Dean originally came across it, with Castiel tagged in it. He was standing outside, wrapped in a flannel blanket and drinking something from a mug as he stared off at the colorful backyard. Claire's caption had been: Finally finding his peace.

That was at 4:07 P.M, though clearly it had been taken much earlier in the day.

Suffice to say, Dean has gotten nothing accomplished tonight. He hasn't even eaten dinner. All he's done is sit in his room, drink whiskey, and refresh the page.

At 4:37 P.M, there had been the first two photos uploaded by Castiel himself. One was of him reaching up to pluck a leaf off of a tree. The other was just his mitted hand holding the same leaf. The caption for the two was a simple: My favorite.

Dean ached at the fact he wasn't there. He wondered what Castiel's face looked like when he caught sight off this one perfect leaf. Wondered if he had smiled when he finally got it in his hands. Wondered if Castiel still had the leaf, or if he had easily tossed it onto the ground after the photo, just like Dean had done to him.

At 4:42 P.M, Claire uploaded a few photos. One was of Castiel in his new coat and winter gear Dean noticed in the previous photos. He was smiling at something off to the side, a pumpkin patch lined by colorful trees behind him. The next was of Castiel's mittens holding a blue travel coffee mug. Then a photo of Castiel's torso as he holds a pumpkin. Dean knew it was Castiel because of the tiny scar on his thumb. It was from nicking himself with an angel blade last week. With his lowered grace, it hasn't healed properly. Dean had to choke down a new wave of guilt at that reminder before he could look at the final photo. It was of the girls and Castiel around a table where they seemed to be carving pumpkins. They were laughing.

Castiel was wearing a new sweater.

At 5:13 P.M, Castiel posted a photo of a carved pumpkin. It was quite awful. The eyes were different sizes, the nose was partially cut out, but the piece of pumpkin was still stuck inside of it for some reason, and the smile was… unique. The caption was: Claire said I 'nailed it.'

Dean had to wait two hours for another photo. And that's what he did. He waited. Did nothing but drink and hate himself. And, of course, refresh the page.

At 7:22 P.M, Castiel finally posted another photo. It made Dean's heart skip. Well… the caption had, anyway. The pumpkin pie itself was a bit shaky, considering the darker-than-they-should-be edges. But the caption had brought tears to Dean's eyes. It would have tasted better with you.

Dean had tried calling Claire after that. Then Alex. Then Claire again. They ignored him. When he tried calling Jody, she sent a text back saying she was at work, asking if it was an emergency.

With a fresh glass of whiskey, he had waited.

At 8:36 P.M, Castiel posted two more pictures. One of someone making a s'more, a bonfire in the background. The other, two pairs of feet wearing wool socks as they rest up against the side of the fire pit. To the right were blue socks with little snowflakes on them. To the left were bright yellow socks covered in bumble bees.

Dean knew which one was Castiel.

The caption was a simple: Happy.

It made Dean curl into his pillow and cry.

The last one that Dean saw was at 11:57 P.M. It showed Castiel sitting on a bed, holding a purple mug with Witch Please written on it in one hand, and holding an open book in the other. He was in a gray hooded sweater, his legs covered with a blanket the same color as his gorgeous eyes. It was captioned: "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

It's at 3:09 A.M. that Dean realizes Castiel must have fallen asleep.

He crawls under the covers and closes his eyes after, heart racing even though it has no reason to be. It takes a while for the whiskey soaked exhaustion to win over his mind, but eventually Dean slips into a dream.

Castiel is there. In a pumpkin patch. He looks at Dean with a smile and hands him a beautiful leaf. "My favorite for my favorite."

And Dean kisses him.

He kisses him like his life depends on it.

He kisses him like he knows, deep down, that he'll soon have to wake up.

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Now we are back in Gatta Funny after some time away from the collection; and it has got to be one of the cutest I have come across yet!

Those polka dots are adorable as it is, but adding that touch of dusky pink really does take it to another level – making it more playful than ever!

Gatta Funny 03 Tights

Gatta Funny 04 Patterned Tights

The Spec

Colour: Nero – Pink

Size: 2 / Small

Denier: 20

Materials: 90% polyamide, 9% elastane, 1% polypropylene 

Price: £5.79 / Sale £4.34

Website: More Tights – Gatta Funny 07 20 den

  My Outfit

So back into work mode with a black flowy skater dress paired with some killer heels – I decided to switch it up this time instead of my normal work-like shoes!

I kept the hair down and jewellery to a minimum too!

My Deets

Dress: H&M

Tights: Gatta

Heels: Simmi Shoes

    The Review

From The Website:

matt: matt fabric: poliamid / lycra panty area: none marked area pattern: spots transparency: transparency toe: invisibly reinforced toes occasion: party / dating / daywear / summer / work Colour: black gusset: small gusset Denier: 20 den

  The Packaging: so I won’t talk much about the packaging in this one, as I am sure most of you get the jist of it after reading all my Gatta reviews! What I will mention is what’s stated on the packaging:

“Tights for ladies, made of braided Lycra type yarn, transparent, without marked knickers’ part, with a small gusset.”

When you get inside, these are flat folded around card ready to get on 🙂

  On The Legs: these are to die for! They are super cute and that whole mix of pink with the black polka dots just work so well. They completely change normal polka dots to make it look more feminine!

The denier being 20 works so well against the polka dots being around 60, which really helps it to pop!

The quality of these are so good; not one snag or rip occurred during the day and with the right care and attention, I can see these lasting a good while too!

The Gatta fit and feel is the standard I always get; it hugs the legs real nice, they are the right size for me (no over stretching or wrinkling)! The feel of them are a little rough to touch with them being a matte finish, but not as bad as you might think!

The design I still can’t get over how adorable they are – they can work with almost any look you wanna create. I know I certainly could work this with shorts, casual attire, dressed up to the nines! Either way, these are pretty damn awesome!

  The Toes & Ankle: so as these aren’t reinforced, you get the dots working right from the toe seams up to the waistband so you get decent dot coverage! There is plenty of wiggle room in these with no signs of pressure being put on the toes throughout the day either.

Around the ankles, these have a lovely smooth finish on the legs!

  The Waistband & Gusset: as I mentioned before, the dots go right to the waistband so those short outfits can work really well with these! I tried to do a close up so you can see that small netting that’s going on creating a gorgeous look on the legs!

Now a problem – these managed to roll over itself throughout the day which I was not impressed with. I had such a good day in them until I whipped off the dress and saw this!

The gusset is completely sheer; with a very faint cotton patch. This isn’t like the normal ones you would get with other tights.

    My Thoughts?

If you’re after cuteness, then please go for these. I love the way they look on the legs and the fact that they are so versatile! It really did make me smile today how everyone was staring at them!

Gatta Funny 07 A Tights Now we are back in Gatta Funny after some time away from the collection; and it has got to be one of the cutest I have come across yet!

[an-infinity-of-possibilities]

every odd number for the weird asks, darling 🥂

Hey darling :) always happy to see you in my notes

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee mugs... Coffee addict here and my addiction also applies to coffee mugs

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Bubblegum :)

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? I don't really drink soda in general but when I do I prefer in glass cups :)

7. earbuds or headphones? Headphones :)

9. favorite smell in the summer? Hmm... That's a good one. I'll say sea side and rain? I don't know haha maybe my apple trees too

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? On average? coffee which isn't really breakfast but yeah... Sometimes smoothies

13. lanyard or key ring? Lanyard. I always lost my keys so I actually have three lanyards just so I won't lose them or let them out of my sight

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? As a school assignment? Either Mrs Dalloway or a book from Québec called Marie-Tempête

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Cheap black shoes from walmart. They are really comfortable but nothing special

19. sleeping position? On my left side? BUt I do move a lot in my sleep so yeah

21. obsession from childhood? Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables and Princess Diaries

23. strange habits? I don't know ? NOthing comes to mind right now haha Bringing a book with me at all times?

25. first song you remember hearing? Either Bed of Roses or Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi... It definitely was a BOn Jovi song

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Staying inside with my blanket, a good book and hot cocoa. I shouldn't be Canadian.... I absolutely hate the cold. Can't stand it

29. best way to bond with you? Sharing music, book, movies :)

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Oh dear... Hmm power suits? I absolutely love suits. I probably have too many of them tbh

33. most used phrase in your phone? Probably "idk" haha or like sorry. Something like that

35. average time you fall asleep? When do I ever fall asleep? haha probably 2 am if I had to say an hour but my sleep schedule is a little messed up

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie :)

41. last person you texted? My friend about a book she told me to read a while back

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Can I say two? hahah I mean I am more often wearing hoodies because it's considered more appropriate to wear inside and I am always cold... But when I am outside I always have one of my leather jackets

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? All three? But if I had to pick only one absolutely? Fantasy

47. favorite type of cheese? I don't think I have a favourite type of cheese? I don't eat that much of it tbh

49. what saying or quote do you live by? It's actually a A.A Milne quote from Winnie the Pooh. Please don't judge. My mum surrounded me with Winnie stuff when I was younger. It's " You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." Something I try to remind myself everyday.

51. current stresses? Life hahah Nah but seriously a bunch of little nothings. My flat, I am stressed my grades won'T be good this semester. My car ( which is fine and has been for over a month), my cat having difficulties getting used to the new place... Loads of small little things.

53. what is the current state of your hands? They are clean and I just put lotion on them so they smell like vanilla. B But also A mess? Haha Up until two weeks ago I was working not only a very physical job but also one that messed up my hands. I have cuts everywhere on them and even a new scar cause of it. They will be fine in a week or two :)

55. favorite fairy tale? Oh gosh that is a difficult one.... I would probably go with... The little mermaid tho? But it changes depending my mood

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Hmm.... That's a good one. Accepting who I am is one of them for sure. Standing up for myself ( I am better at it but still I could improve). Choosing my health over what I was expecting of myself. OVer my plans when I dropped out of uni

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? :O No idea, I don't feel I have any real catchphrase? I'D probably the sude character who curses a lot tho hahah

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Again good one. There's so many. I love quotes. I'll go with... " We accept the love we think we deserve" from Perks of being a wallflower. I mean... It's true. Anyways... In my experience it is. When my self esteem was at its lowest.... I dumped my very good girlfriend cause I thought I didn't deserve her love. That she was too good for me.. To end up with a guy who was a violent narcissistic asshole... I didn't wanna leave him cause I thought that was exactly what I deserved that I could never do better. I did leave him in the end. but yeah...

63. five songs that would play in your club? - Dancing Queen by Abba -Poor Some Sugar on me - Def Leppard -Every Time We Touch - Cascada ( Don't judge I have good party memories with that song ahah ) - The Ketchup Song - Las Ketchup (Cause memories hahah) - Believe - Cher

65. any permanent scars? Loads ahah I have a big one on my back that almost goes from side to side from my heart surgery. I have one on my right side... again that surgery. It almost looks like a star. I have on my lip from when I was learning how to climb table when Mum wasn't looking. One on my finger from work when I was working in dried cranberries factory. One on my ankle from whe I fell in the ditch when learning how to bike without the little wheels. One on my knee cause I am just that talented that I fall over nothing x) A new one on my hand from work... Seriously the list goes on hahha but I do have scars.

67. good luck charms? My necklace. I never take it off unless I absolutely have to. It used to be my mum's but she gave it to me when I was going through a rough patch in high school.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Hmm... Nothing comes to mind? Sorry If I ever think of something I will be sure to let you know

71. least favorite pattern? Polka dot? I don't know hahha

73. favorite weird flavor combo? Cheese and maple syrup? haha

75. when did you lose your first tooth? I don't remember? I was in elementary school for sure... But I do remember the dentist had to take it out himself cause I had waited too much before I told anyone my tooth was moving hahha

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? My cacti? haha

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School. On my Driver's license I look like a murderer

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies

83. writing or drawing? Both? hahaha BUt writing if I have to choose

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology. Both are great but... Mythology is the best

87. your greatest fear? Spiders? But if we're talking about like... Life fears? NOt being enough

89. who would you put before everyone else? My little brother. My little sister ( sometimes) and my parents.

91. boxes or bags? Boxes

93. nicknames? Fae, Fa, Fancy, Fancy Rodger, Roger.

95. favorite app on your phone? Music app haha I mean I cannot live without music soooo

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? At least a dozen? Mostly cause everyone in the family has the same phone number since forever.... I have no memory whatsoever so I am even surprised I know these ones.

Thank you for these asks Darling :) There was a lot but I enjoyed writing them haha Took me a while. I had an hectic week but I promise I love these things I am just very bad at timing my stuff haha

[latina4rmbx]

You’ll Always be my Baby

Ladies:  By a show of hands, how many of you have had sex with your partner because you needed to feel a connection after a rough patch?

Ok, lets pretend I can see those hands :)  i’m sure a good majority of you have. I know I have.

Men:  Same question-Show of hands, sex, partner, rough patch?

We’re still pretending I can see those hands.  I’m sure maybe one has his hand up, and that’s IF he’s the only one brave enough to be honest.

My boyfriend and I were going through a rough patch.  Thankfully, it didn’t last long.  As you may or may not know, I am in an open relationship.  My boyfriend and I have been going through something.  At first it was him and then it was me, but it was over the same person.

If you haven’t read “An Abundance of Love & a Broken Heart,” I suggest you do so now.  

Finished?  Cool.

So, the guy who my boyfriend was so gung ho over, is still in my life.  Our lives. I wrote in the post that we were supposed to go out on Saturday, but that didn’t come to pass.  Circumstances were that he hand to cancel.  It bummed me out, but I understood, I too have been in the same circumstances.  Oh, but my boyfriend had a shit fit.  Boyfriend said that new guy was making excuses and I shouldn’t bother with him anymore.

Now mind you, you saw how I was feeling about the whole thing to begin with.  I like new guy.  I have always liked new guy (and if I said this already, well, I’m repeating it because it’s the truth).  Because I liked new guy, I was different with him, when it came to my boyfriend, than I have ever been with anyone else.  I was more private.  I even told my boyfriend that I was protective of the new guy.  It’s the truth, I am protective over him, because he IS a good guy.

So I allowed myself to ignore my boyfriend when it came to new guy.  That wasn’t fair to my boyfriend.  He definitely made his feelings known.

In order to make an open relationship work, there has to be honesty.  You have to be honest, even if it hurts the other person.  We have to keep the lines of communication open so that the person you’re pledging to be in the relationship with doesn’t feel insecure or unwanted.

The first time I was going to hang out with new guy, I told my boyfriend when I was outside waiting for the Uber to take me to my destination.  I didn’t let my boyfriend know ahead of time and that pissed him off.  So he had a series of questions for me:  The first of which was, “did you hit him?”  For those of you not in the know, when he says “hit,” he means contact.  He’s ghetto from the Bronx, it’s how we speak.

Here is the conversation, via text, thankfully.  It’s very revealing:

BF: I don’t understand. I thought we spoke about him

ME:  What did we speak about him?  (Me playing dumb)

BF:  Nevermind. Did you hit him

ME:  Yeah

BF:  Didn’t I tell u  Not to  Unless he hit you? Hello

ME: Yes you did

BF: Soooo

ME: Sooo

BF: You horny

ME:  I’m curious

BF:  Hmmmmm  Aight

ME:  You’re upset

BF:  No

ME: You are

BF: Enjoy ur night

ME:  First time I don’t listen

BF:  Keep me posted

ME: See what I mean

BF:  I see.  t’s going to be a trend

ME:  A trend?

BF (via voice note): If you ain’t hit him up he probably wouldn’t have fucking hit you up  that’s why I tell you value yourself don’t hit a fuckin’ nigga up unless they hit you up.

I’m going to fast forward a bit because rereading and rehearing it is pissing me off.

BF:  Ima ask u again  Are u horny

ME:  I answered u already

BF:  Fuck curious Yes or no

ME:  You know I won’t lie

BF:  Yes or no

ME: Yes

BF:  Was that hard 

ME: Why do you ask?

BF: wanted to know

ME: for what purpose?

Again I’m fast forwarding because the other crap is boring and more of the same.

BF:  You staying in his crib

ME:  I don’t plan to

BF:  Ima see u when I get off work

FAST FORWARD AGAIN

BF:  You got sexy panties

BF: on

ME: No

ME: Polka dots lol

BF:  Male face palm emoji

BF: Have fun

ME: ok

BF: Suck a mean dick

ME: laughing tears emoji

At this point I’m in the new guys apartment.  We’re sitting drinking and talking.  My boyfriend was not having it and he was texting me.  I told him I was going to leave my phone in my bag so if I didn’t contact him quickly he knew why.  That didn’t go over well.

BF:  Walk yourself out

ME: What the fuck

BF: Stay focused.  your mine  (that’s not a type o, it’s what he wrote.  I love that he spelled it wrong because he knows the right way to spell it.  that’s how annoyed with me he was).

We weren’t good after that night.  There was a series of events that led us to not being good.  I take responsibility for my fault in the situation.  He still hasn’t.  He let me have it, in his own way.  I wasn’t able to respond to his messages because I was driving.  That didn’t sit too well with him because he thought I was ignoring him, yet again.  Even worse, he thought I was ignoring him for the new guy.

So now, every time I take long to respond, he thinks I’m texting with the new guy.  The WYD’s are more frequent.  Like I said, I��m honest, so I’m not going to lie to him, but I don’t want to hurt him again.  It doesn’t mean I’m going to lie.  I can’t stand lies.  Anything I post on social media now gets questioned because he thinks I’m trying to sub him (for those of you that don’t know what the term “subbing” is, it’s when you add a post and it’s supposed to be a subliminal message to someone.)

Here’s one such conversation:

BF:  The whole time u ignoring my text were u texting?

ME: No

BF:  U can be honest

ME: why u keep asking me that

BF: if u were 

ME: I would be honest

This is a huge shift from the confident, swaggerastic man I started with.

BF:  take me back to the night we met para no ir.  Interesting (para no ir means so I won’t go)

ME: Y vas a seguir (and you’re going to continue)

FAST FORWARD AGAIN

BF:  Love me?  u haven’t told me all day

ME: I do love you

BF: Even though i had to ask  to tell me, not like it came out natural

FAST FORWARD AGAIN

BF:  Is he taking my number 1 slot.

He asked me to do something.  Block someone on social.  Now, mind you, I don’t personally know the person he told me to block.  When he said it, it was almost as if he had a remote control and I just did it.  I didn’t think about it or fight back.  Then I realized where the issue was.  He feels he was losing control over me.  I told him:  You are spoiled.  I do give you everything you ask with barely any fight.  HIM:  and that’s my obsession with u.  never been catered (he’s never been catered to)  

Ok, I ended up seeing the new guy again and became distant with my boyfriend again.  I know that I brought this one on myself.  He face timed me and I hung up.  I wasn’t thinking clearly, he literally woke me up and I couldn’t figure out my phone.  Believe me if you want, don’t, if you don’t.  But it pissed him off so much he laughed.  He laughed hard and then became silent.  I don’t like the silent boyfriend.  I need to hear his voice, see his words, know what he’s thinking.  I am also obsessed with him.

I think he thought he was losing me.  He came to see me and he made love to me.  He held me and he kissed me and he looked at me.  Almost as if he were searching for the person he fell in love with.  I’m still in there.  I’m still here.

So, we finally move passed all of our drama and this is our conversation:

ME:  I have way more than your attention sir (winks face emoji)

HIM:  Def do (he sends a video - I forget of what then he says)  I haven’t been hurt in a very long time and your innocent body did just that so u powerful.

I won’t be typing anymore of our conversations, at least on this post, because we have a lot of text convo. Either because I’m at work or he’s at work.  We can’t just speak freely and due to his odd hours, we don’t see each other often, so this bickering between us really put a damper on our relationship.  But his silence...that was something I couldn’t accept.  I needed to know how he was feeling.  I need to know that we are ok.  I needed to make things right.

But I messed up again.  New guy spent the night at my apt and I didn’t contact my boyfriend at all.  This is when he FT’d me in the AM and I hung up on him.  I had a long drive ahead of me, so I was able to get some things off my chest.  I took responsibility for my actions.  I KNOW I was hurting him, but I wasn’t doing it TO hurt him.  I was giving the new guy my undivided attention.  

I explained to my boyfriend that I knew I fucked up and I’m holding myself accountable.  He accused me of justifying my actions by saying I fucked up.  I’ve apologized and elaborated and asked that we move on from this.  However, like a hurt housewife, he has brought it up.  My go to response is to lash out.  “Are we moving passed it?  Are you forgiving me? If it’s no, I need to know so I know how to proceed, but if it’s yes, I don’t want to hear about it again.”

Saying those words to him gave me flashbacks to when I was with my daughters father and I found out he was cheating.  I would always take him back due to my immaturity level and pride.  I would eventually bring up the other women and he’d say the same thing, “If we’re moving passed it, stop bringing it up.”  I felt so bad because I remember how I felt when I heard those words.

I understand that he is hurting and he needs to get it out in the only way he knows how...communication.  I don’t mean to be dismissive of his feelings.  He doesn’t deserve that.  I want him to be himself again.  I want him to love and trust and feel secure with us again.  

Today was a good day.  He’s the one who suggested I write this post.  I told him that I write about him often and he suggested, “you write about when you hurt me.”  I even asked him for help starting it.  BTW, I didn’t start it the way he wanted me to, but i will finish it the way he wanted me to start it.

“So as much as I’m hooked to his swag when I’m around other men I seem to float and (be) careless and enjoy the moment.  Taking it all in.  Having to deal with the consequences later.  Which later u regret of course but at the end, he still wins my heart and love.”

Hey!  I love you with all my butt.

XOXO

Thanks for reading.