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ayaka (genshin) soft sex in a cabin? like we have a cute romantic getaway to a skiing resort or something and there’s a heavy snowstorm and while we cuddle in our room to wait the storm out it quickly escalates into something else <3
(gn reader if possible please! male reader is fine too if you wanna write that)
Pairings: Ayaka Kamisato x reader
Warnings: GN!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ayaka, fluffy sex, eating out, reader penetrates Ayaka but no specific parts are mentioned
Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot
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“Sorry, babe. I don't think we're getting out there any time soon.” You shouted across the chilly cabin that you were currently trapped inside of. Today was originally going to be the ideal day for skiing, but the weather report changed; warning the resort of an incoming blizzard and advising the residents to take shelter as a precaution
“It's still blocking the door and it's only getting worse...” You sighed, closing the curtain on the front door and retreating back to the fireplace. Ayaka sat curled up in her ski gear and a soft quilt, frowning at the bad news
“That's unfortunate... We were so looking forward to today. We even made sure to wake up extra early...” She lamented. “Well, at least we're stuck here together, right?”
You reached over to hold one of Ayaka's hands, absentmindedly playing with her chilly digits in front of the crackling fire. “That's true. Sure it's disappointing, but we can find something else to do. Together!”
Ayaka's soft smile melted your heart. The warm glow from the fire made her look like a goddess; even in her pink goggles and blue n' white ski suit. Who says a goddess can't wear a puffy ski suit anyways?
Gazing at your girlfriend like this, you thought of all the things you'd like to do with her instead of sliding down a snowy mountain. Several ideas came to mind; there were a few board games and card games stashed away in your cabin. Or, providing that the storm didn't knock out the power, you could watch some movies for a while. Or maybe...
“Hey, I have an idea.” Ayaka turned to look at you, quizzically humming. The fire behind your eyes rivaled the flames preventing the two of you from turning into icicles at this moment. Ayaka yelped as you swiftly stood up and scooped her off of the couch, tossing the quilt onto the floor and spreading it around with your feet before placing your flailing girlfriend down on top
“H-hey! Y/n what are we—?” She giggled while you playfully pinned her wrists above her head, smiling a devious smile. Lips suddenly crashed into hers, warm but a bit chapped from the weather
“Ya taste lovely, angel~” You whispered against Ayaka's lips. She melted into the kiss rather quickly, giving up any resistance and relaxing against the comfy layer you placed underneath her. Soon enough, your hands wandered down to undo her zipper, removing the many layers that were going to protect her from the harsh temperature. She let you — even helping you take off her shirts. When you removed your own layers Ayaka couldn't stop herself from admiring your body. Biting her red bottom lip as you flexed just for her
“You're cute when you stare. All shameless like this.” You snickered when Ayaka turned away, blushing in embarrassment and covering her face with her hands. “Aw, c'mon cutie,” you leaned down until your lips brushed against her ear, “don't shy away now. It's just getting good~ ”
Reluctantly, your girlfriend moved her hands back to resting next to her head, only to find you down near her thighs — sucking on the supple flesh. Ayaka's squeaks filled the living room as you trailed your kisses and bites inward. “Hm, let's get these out of the way. There we go~” Her underwear were quickly discarded, allowing you all of the room you needed to devour her with your warm mouth
Not only did Ayaka look like a goddess, she tasted like one too. Her mouth fell open in silent gasps while you lapped at her cunt, using the flat of your tongue first. Suddenly, it wasn't so cold inside anymore — things were heating up quite nicely
Your girlfriend's precious moans spurred you on, pushing your tongue in a little deeper, sucking on her a little stronger, using your fingers to spread her open and dip inside while you suck on her thighs again. “Y'ready for me, angel?” You mumbled against her skin
“Mm-hmm~” Came Ayaka's soft voice. Her back arched so prettily when you penetrated her pussy; bringing her hands to your hips and forcing you in some more. Slow and deep — you set the pace somewhat softly, in no rush to be anywhere else than right here with your lover. Cherishing her lovely moans and gasps as you bring her closer and closer to an orgasm. Ayaka's arms wrap around your neck as you bend down to kiss her again, hungry for more of her against your body
You hold her so close, sharing body heat as you tightly embrace her squirming body. Ayaka loses herself soon, rubbing her clit and pushing her hips down until a strong orgasm has stars filling the corners of her vision
“Aah-! Cum-ming—!! ” She cries out, throwing her head back then relaxing a few seconds after. Breathing heavily while you brush some stray hair out of her eyes, smiling down as you take in the sight of her
After more gentle kisses trailed down to Ayaka's pretty chest, you begin thrusting again, drawing another symphony of noises out of your partner until she cums for a second time
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Mar[r]y Me | part four
pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)
summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.
series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, an asshole man from Hinge, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, suggestive language, warnings to be added as needed
word count: 6.6k
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note: happy Friday! I am extremely excited about this part and I can't wait to hear everyone's thoughts on this chapter!! a big thanks to Jordan for all the yelling in the DMs over this one as I was writing it. and thank you for the love on three and 3.5!
part four - perfect post-beach meal
Ding Dong!
The doorbell echoes through the house, disturbing Mary, but not fully waking her.
Ding Dong!
Her left eye cracks open and immediately shuts, pulling the quilt over her pounding head to block the sunshine streaming through the blinds. I knew I would regret that fourth glass of wine last night.
Ding Dong!
The third ring makes her decide that whoever is at the door can go fuck themselves. Jehovah’s Witness or Girl Scout be damned. If it was important, her phone would be ringing.
Brrrrrring! Brrrrrring!
The ringer volume alone makes her stomach churn, combined with the brightness of her screen as Danielle’s face flashes at her; it’s an all-out assault on her hungover existence. She questions every decision she’s made since turning eighteen.
Ding Dong!
“Please tell me this is an emergency.”
“Answer the door. Then chug some water and sling back a few Tylenol.”
The line clicks off.
Ding Dong!
“I should have partnered with Brett for chemistry. He was dumb as a box of rocks and couldn’t stop staring at my tits. But I think it would have been a better decision overall.” The doorbell goes off again, somehow sounding more aggressive. “Alright, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Rolling out of bed and getting her robe on without dry heaving feels like an accomplishment and a half. Her trek to the front door takes an eternity, the previous night’s wreckage strewn through the house.
Her bra lays outside her bedroom door, in the same place she dropped it after her intoxicated brain decided it had to go.
The uncomfortable dress, the one Danielle had spent hours talking her into, is crumbled in the hallway. The zipper is probably broken, she thinks mournfully, remembering how she had struggled to get the restrictive piece of clothing off by herself.
Her heels are unceremoniously dumped next to the front door. What had started as a cute outfit decision had quickly turned into a nightmare accessory and almost resulted in a sprained ankle when the evening took a turn.
She’s glaring at the culprit of her current state - the empty wine bottle and a lone glass - when she catches sight of the time.
“Who the fuck is at my door at 8:30 in the morning.” She exclaims to an empty house.
Ding Dong!
She rips the door open, ready to yell at Reuben for interrupting her much-needed post-cry sleep but loses all of her steam when she comes face to face with Bradley.
“Wha-” She doesn’t even get a chance to finish her one-word question when a tiny body slams into her legs.
“Auntie Mary!” Annabeth disappears into her house before she can process what’s happening.
“Don’t worry! I got her!” Jake - where the fuck did he come from? - hustles past her, following the little girl. “Cute outfit, M&M.”
The exaggerated wink he sends her way reminds her of what she’s currently wearing, the realization washing over her head like a bucket of ice water.
Her bathrobe is covering her favorite silky nightdress.
And nothing else.
She pulls her robe together, tying the knot as tight as possible and clutching the top together with her fist. Her panic causes her to miss the longing look in Bradley’s eyes. His brain focusing on the width of her hips, the dip of her waist before traveling up and locking on the way her nipples press against the pink fabric.
The confusion and stress on her face snaps him out of it. He hands over her favorite drink from Starbucks - something he is very proud of himself for memorizing - and doesn’t say anything until she’s taken a sip.
“We’re babysitting today.” Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out except for a squeak. Bradley’s eyebrows shoot up, “Are you okay?”
Mary’s head drops and she groans, moving her hand from her robe to rub her forehead. He’s not sure what to do, slightly distracted by the cleavage that has appeared, when she turns and waves him into the house. He locks the door and follows her toward her room, slowing down as he takes in the trail of clothing leading down the hall.
He catches up to her in the bedroom, eyeing the messy, unmade bed. “Did we interrupt something?”
“What could you have interrupted?” She questions, taking some pills with a water bottle from her nightstand, following it up with a big gulp of her iced tea. “Why am I babysitting?”
“We’re babysitting. To give Reuben and Danielle a bit of a break. I’m not confident enough to try and watch the baby, but I know I can handle a preschooler.”
“How did I get pulled into this?”
“She knows you better, and frankly, trying to brave the bathroom situation seemed like too much for my first time. So I needed another adult, preferably a woman, preferably you.”
“And Jake is here because?”
“We’re giving Javy a break, too.” She snorts at his joke. “Get ready; we’re going to the beach! They sent us with snacks, sand toys, and enough sunscreen to cover the entire 7th fleet.”
“I need to shower and eat something.”
“Go ahead and shower; we’ve got time. I brought you a ham and cheese croissant.”
“I have some watermelon and baby carrots in the fridge. Can you pack those up and put them in the cooler while I get ready? The cooler is in my office.”
“On it.” He’s already moving toward the kitchen, throwing a thumbs up over his shoulder and forcing himself not to look back where he knows she’s undoing her bathrobe.
She’s brushing her teeth, feeling better after washing away the previous night’s disappointment, when she has the sudden realization that her clothes are still littering the floor. Mary hustles out of the ensuite and can feel her face start to burn when she sees the remnants of her outfit sitting on the dresser. She swallows her pride and walks into the kitchen, which she’s surprised to see has been cleaned. “Where’s Annie?”
“They’re outside, and she’s giving Jake a lesson on… something. He’s gotten smacked with her fairy wand about seven times so far, so she’s either cursing him or fixing him. Only time will tell.” He turns from where he’s washing a knife. “That baggie has your croissant. You ready to go?”
“Did you put my clothes in my room?” She blurts it out and immediately wants to hide in her room.
“Uhh, yeah.” He scratches the back of his neck, red blooming on his cheeks. “Sorry if that’s weird.”
“No! Not- I just-” She stutters over her words. “I wasn’t expecting it! It’s nice, but you didn’t have to do that. You also didn’t have to clean the kitchen. Thank you!”
“No problem; Danielle mentioned you went out with a friend last night, and you might be a bit hungover, so I figured I’d help some; besides, you only had like five things in the sink. It took no time.”
“Well, thank you.” A muffled shout comes from the yard, and Jake storms into the house with Annie tucked under his arm like a football.
“Okay, is it time to go yet? Annie Oakley and I are ready to dig in the sand! Race you to the front door!” He plops her on the floor and pretends to take off, watching as the little girl books it towards the door.
He shoves something at Mary’s chest. “We are leaving that fucking wand here. She keeps smacking me and telling me her spell isn’t working. That I’m still not “cute” like Bob. Fucking, Bob.”
“Jake!”
“Coming, munchkin! Hide that thing now!” As he jogs toward the front door, the hissed instruction breaks the other two.
“We should probably go before our children get into another fight.” Mary giggles at Bradley’s statement, grabbing her beach bag and food, her brain rotating the “our children” over and over in her mind.
“For you!” Annie shoves a seashell into Bradley’s hand.
“Oh, thank you! Look at how pretty this one is, Mary.” He shows off the tiny pink shell before putting it in his pocket.
“You’re growing quite the collection.” Mary mummers, smiling as she’s gifted a tiny lavender shell. The morning had been filled with splashing in the waves and building sandcastles that did not want to stay up, and then Annie wanted to look for seashells.
“So are you.” He puts the shell in his other pocket, the one holding everything Annie has handed Mary. “Jake is going to be so jealous.”
The two adults pause their meandering to look back at their blanket, where Jake volunteered to stay and watch their stuff. Apparently, he’s made a friend while waiting for the other Daggers to arrive.
Mary runs her eyes over the woman flirting with Jake. Her body is encased in a red string bikini that perfectly fits her thin, tanned figure. She suddenly feels very secure in her decision to keep her coverup dress on.
“Hey, how was New York? How’s your family? I feel like I haven’t seen you since the Secret Santa party.” She turns her attention back to Rooster, who has crouched down to assist in the search for more shells. “This one is for mommy? Okay.”
“Christmas was good; family is fine. Everyone was their usual selves, so nothing new there. Although I’m 74% sure my favorite cousin is pregnant again, and no one else has figured it out yet. So, now it’s just a matter of waiting for a Facebook announcement post to see if I’m right.”
She smiles when she hears laughter coming from the blanket; Jake deserves someone who makes him happy. Her good mood disappears in an instant as Annabeth starts splashing in the shallow water, soaking the bottom half of her coverup.
“Oh, Annie!” She stops herself from yelling, knowing the preschooler didn’t do it maliciously. “Okay, how about we have some watermelon and dry off before lunch arrives?”
The little girl sprints up to Bradley, raising her arms to be picked up. “What? You want a piggyback ride?”
She shrieks in joy when he flips her onto his back and starts jogging toward their spot, moving very carefully to avoid hurting her. Mary follows behind them at a slower pace, dreading the visual of what she’ll look like next to the blonde goddess who has joined Jake on his towel.
“There’s my favorite girl!” Jake catches Annabeth as she jumps into his arms the moment Bradley sets her down.
Her tiny hands clasp his face. “Watermelon.” She demands, making the four adults laugh.
“Watermelon, please.” Bradley gently reminds her, already opening the cooler, handing the sunscreen to Mary when she reaches for it.
“Watermelon, please.”
“Come here, baby.” Mary puts her arms out for Annie. “We gotta reapply sunscreen, and then we can have watermelon.”
“Nooo!” She whines, trying to hide in Jake’s neck.
“The sun is hot! We need to make sure we’re protected, kiddo!” Jake assists.
“Jake too?”
“Yes, me too.”
That’s all she needs to allow herself to be sprayed with the sun protectant, insisting on holding Jake’s hand while Mary sprays him down too. She’s happily munching watermelon on Jake’s lap when she asks, “Who are you?”
“I’m Tammy, a friend of Jake’s sister! I just stopped to say hi for a second. What’s your name?”
“Annabeth Fitch! I’m four years old.”
“Annabeth! That’s a pretty name!” She looks down the beach, waving at a group getting ready to leave. “I gotta go, but it was good to see you, Jake. I’ll have to tell Olivia I ran into you when we get back to school! I love your suit, by the way, it’s so cute! Bye, guys!”
Her last statement is directed at Mary, who has pulled her damp coverup off to dry in the sun and is standing there in her black one-piece. Bradley gulps, thankful that his sunglasses block his slow pursual of her figure. She looks incredible. Curves in all his favorite places, and her clipped-up hair shows off the neck he’s dreamt of marking up.
A low whistle interrupts his favorite daydream, the one that includes Mary, the backseat of his Bronco, and the dog tags he never wears but stores in his glove box.
“Damn, Mariella!” Phoenix is leering over her sunglasses, arm in arm with Yale’s very pregnant wife, Kristina, who is pumping her fist and chanting her name. Logan, Bob, and Javy slowly follow behind, carrying beach supplies, while the Lee kids run straight to Annabeth.
“Oh my god, stop it, you two!” Mary laughs, her face red enough that Bradley isn’t sure if it’s from their cat calls or the sun.
“Absolutely not! You look hot!” Kris' attempt at a hug turns into a side squeeze, her belly getting in the way. “We brought pasta salad, but please tell me you have more watermelon. It’s all baby #4 has had me craving.”
“We do! It’s in the cooler behind the pile of children on Jake; help yourself!”
The guys finally arrive with chairs, a cooler, and other supplies. The adults catch up while Kristina lays out ground rules for her kids before handing out sandwiches and bowls of pasta salad to everyone.
The men wolf down their food before starting a two-on-two football game, and the kids beg Bob to help them build a sandcastle, a request he happily completes, leaving the three women relaxing in chairs. They spend the next few hours in relative silence under the umbrellas, reading and occasionally chatting or reapplying sunscreen to the children and Bob.
It’s when Bradley makes his way back to their spot, carrying the youngest Lee, that things change. He hands the three-year-old off to her mother. “Yale said she was getting cranky, and it might be good to let her chill with you guys.”
“Yeah, it’s almost her N-A-P time. Come here, sweetie, let’s cuddle a little.”
Bradley groans, “An N-A-P sounds good. Is there room for me under the umbrella, honey?”
“Of course, you should put more sunscreen on if you’re going to lay down, though.” She ignores the eyes burning into the side of her face and the jaws that drop when she complies with his ask for help getting his back.
Using her folded coverup as a pillow, he lays on his stomach in the shade and gets comfortable. “Wake me up if you need something.”
She gets exactly ten minutes of peace, just enough time for Andrea and Bradley to fall asleep, before the other two start in on her.
“So, I heard you had a date last night. How did that go?” Kris tees up, casually flipping through her magazine.
“Oh! Where did you meet him?” Natasha’s faux innocence annoys her.
“Well, if Dani told you that I had a date, then I’m sure she also told you how bad it was.” She snaps, staring steadfastly at her book and pretending to read. She isn’t actually reading; she can’t. The words have started to blur together from her tears. “And if she told you how bad it was, then you definitely know we met on an app.”
The sniffle that punctuates her sentence springs the other two into motion.
Nat sits in front of her in the sand, taking the book from her, and Kris holds her hand, her mom voice kicking.
“Hey, woah, okay. What’s wrong? How bad is bad? Did he hurt you?” Mary shakes her head, taking a deep breath to avoid crying. “Want to talk about it?”
“I went home to Brooklyn for Christmas as usual, but with this new job, I get more days off during the holidays, so I stayed longer than normal. Which was a mistake. All it meant was three extra days of my mom complaining about my lack of a love life and how I haven’t given her grandkids - that usual spiel. But she took it a step further this time. She actually tried to set me up with the son of one of her friends from her book club.”
“How did that go?”
“It didn’t. I refused to go. Then there was a lot of screaming - mostly about embarrassing her - and I got the first flight out of JFK that I could. I spent the rest of my holiday week on the couch watching Parks and Rec. And I felt so defeated that I redownloaded Hinge and updated my profile.”
“You met on Hinge?” Nat sounds surprised.
“Yeah, I figured it was better than Tinder.”
“Was it?”
“No, just as many dick pic offers.” The women laugh, Mary wiping her eyes where a few tears had slipped by.
“Anyway, I matched with this cute guy, Jeremy. We chatted for a few days, and he asked me to dinner. We had been clicking, and he seemed nice, plus he hadn’t tried to send me any photos, so I said yes.” She pauses to check on Annie, making a mental note to make an apple pie for Bob as a thank you for keeping the kids occupied.
“So what happened?”
“We met at that steakhouse downtown, Samson’s, and he texted me that he was at the bar. Apparently, there was a wait even though we had a reservation, and I was fine with that. I’ve spent enough time in restaurants to know that shit happens and sometimes you get behind, but it very much was not fine with him. He was incredibly rude to the hostess and the bartender. And then when our table was ready - only like 15 minutes later than planned, by the way, it was nothing - he looked at me and went, “This isn’t going to happen. You don’t look like what I thought you would based on your photos.” and left me with the check for our drinks.”
The small chorus of “what the fuck” makes her start to hysterically laugh.
“I know! It’s so fucking ridiculous that that was his reason! Like, I know what I look like.” She gestures to her body, her voice slightly shrill. “I know better than anyone else what I look like. I know that men don’t like bodies that look like mine. I know that men need to get to know me before they’re interested in me. I know that no one is attracted to me at first glance. I am so fucking aware of what I look like, and I am meticulous about choosing photos that accurately represent what I look like. Yes, they're flattering photos, but they very clearly show that I am fat.”
“Mary! That’s so ridiculous! You’re beautiful!” Kristina scolds her.
“I know I’m pretty, Kris, but I’m also fat. And I’m not saying that to put myself down or fish for compliments. It’s just a fact. I have brown eyes, I have a master's degree in project management, I’m fat.” She sighs. “But guys can’t get past the stomach or the hips or the slight double chin. I could look exactly like Farrah Fawcett, and men still would be stuck on the fact that my thighs are bigger than their heads!”
The group falls silent. Neither of the other women know what to say.
“I know what I just said sounds terrible, but please don’t feel bad. It’s how it’s always been for me; I’m used to it. I know how to work the system, how to figure out if a guy is good for me or not.” She chuckles humorlessly. “Though apparently not electronically; don’t worry, I already deleted my profile for good.”
“I’m sorry we teased you. Danielle didn’t mention this guy was such a dick.” Nat apologizes.
“That’s because she doesn’t know. The bartender was really nice and said she would give me three drinks on the house if I ordered an appetizer to go with it because he was so awful. I took her offer, got severely tipsy, took a Lyft back home, and then polished off the bottle of wine that was taking up space in my fridge. White is always a good accompaniment to crying if you were wondering.”
“Wait, so how does she know the date went badly if you didn’t tell her?”
“After finishing the wine, I realized I wasn’t just tipsy but drunk, and then suddenly, my dress was suffocating me, but I couldn’t get it unzipped. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that when I was getting dressed because Danielle helped me. I remember crying harder and calling Dani when I couldn’t get it. I’m guessing the hysterical breakdown was a clue of how the night went. And she must have talked me through it because the dress wasn’t on my body when I woke up this morning.”
“God, why does everything go extra wrong when you’re sad and drunk?”
“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I ripped the zipper of my brand-new dress because I got overstimulated.” She pouts.
“Oh, that’s an easy fix!” Kris waves her hand like she’s waving the problem away. “If you did break the zipper, just give the dress to Logan or bring it by the house sometime, and I’ll fix it for you, no problem!”
“Really? That would be am-”
“What about Jake?”
“What?”
“What about Jake?” Phoenix repeats, “Why don’t you date him? The two of you flirt all the time! And as much as it pains me to say it, he’s a good-looking guy. And - bonus! - he’s way less insufferable than he used to be.”
“Oh! Yes! You two would be so cute together!”
“You know we’re not actually flirting, right? We banter and “flirt,” but it’s all platonic. And Jake is handsome, but he doesn’t do it for me.”
“That man is sex on a stick, and he doesn’t do it for you?” Kristina questions.
“Not in that way? Like objectively, I know Jake is very attractive; there’s no doubt that he’s hot, but I’m not actually attracted to him. It’s the same way with Maverick. He’s a good-looking guy, but I have zero interest in fucking him.”
That sends the group into laughter.
“Okay, okay! I get what you mean!” Nat forces herself to stop laughing, “What about Bradley?”
Mary looks down at the man sleeping soundly on the towel beside her, and her heart twists.
Bradley.
Her good friend who does things to help her without even asking what she needs. Who frequently brings her an afternoon snack because she gets derailed in the repair shop and forgets to grab lunch before the canteen closes.
Bradley.
Who overwhelms her senses every time she sees him. Whose cologne makes her heart skip a beat. Who always wraps her in a warm hug, but never before checking if it’s okay. Whose hands touch her with a level of care that she’s never experienced before.
Bradley.
Who, when she tries hard enough, she can trick herself into thinking that he’s actually flirting with her. That he actually wants her.
Bradley.
“It’s the same thing as with Jake; he’s a good guy, a great friend - good looking, too - and he play flirts with me. But that’s all it is.”
“Mary-”
“Please don’t.” Her whispered plea cuts them off. “Don’t be like Danielle and Reuben and try to tell me how much he likes me. That he has a crush on me. I know he doesn’t, so I can’t let myself think that. I don’t think I could handle the rejection and the disappointment.”
The sound of crying swiftly stops the conversation, Mary running down the beach to where Annabeth is holding her head, cradled in Bob’s arms.
“She tripped and bonked her head on a bucket. It wasn’t too hard, and she’s not bleeding. I think she just scared herself.”
“Thanks, Bobby.” She brushes over his hair affectionately before scooping her niece into her arms. “Come on, baby, let's take a walk.”
She stands and starts making her way down the beach, waving to let the others know everything is okay and trying to soothe her crying goddaughter.
“Hey! Everything okay?” Bradley jogs up to them, rubbing his hand over Annie’s hair, checking to make sure she’s not bleeding. “Sorry it took me a minute, Phoenix slapped me. You okay, Miss Annie?”
Annabeth buries her head in Mary’s shoulder as she explains what happened, big crocodile tears wetting her shoulder. “So we’re gonna walk for a little bit. And then I think it might be time for H-O-M-E. Someone seems a bit T-I-R-E-D.”
“Okay, that sounds good. Just let me know, okay?” He drops a kiss on Annie’s forehead and turns to head back, giving the girls some privacy.
“Rooster!”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Annie makes grabby hands at him. “Want me to walk with you?”
She easily transfers to Bradley’s arms. With Annie curled up on his chest and Mary tucked into his side, holding on to his arm and resting her head against his shoulder, the three of them walk down a deserted stretch of sand. Completely unaware of the multiple cameras capturing the sweet moment behind them.
“I thought you said the perfect post-beach meal includes your Aunt Lindsey’s potato salad?”
“It does.” Mary grabs the container filled with creamy, dill, red-skin potato salad and smiles at the man working the deli counter. “Thank you, have a good one!”
She drops the clear quart container into their cart and tickles Annie’s neck, making her giggle and try to squirm away.
“Then why are we buying potato salad for dinner?”
After their walk down the beach, Mary called Dani to let her know that she was going to have Annie sleepover at her house while Bradley packed up their stuff. Once she found out she was spending the night with her favorite aunt, Annie immediately asked for beach meal, prompting Bradley to ask what that meant.
“The perfect post-beach meal! It’s something my cousins, and I created when we were younger. It’s a fully-loaded cold-cut sandwich, served with my Aunt Lindsey’s potato salad - a family secret - and a handful of potato chips. Best paired with lemonade.” She explains in the car, inviting him to join them for dinner and a movie in her living room.
He immediately accepts, eager to spend more time with Mary and Annie, the little girl quickly wrapping him around her little finger. “We’ll have to stop by my place so I can shower; I don’t want to drag sand all through your house.”
“Just grab a change of clothes; you can shower at my house. We’re going to have to clean up, too, huh?” She turns around to the backseat, tickling Annie’s tummy, smiling as her shrieks of laughter fill the Bronco. “If we’re going to do post-beach meal, we need to stop at the grocery store for a few things, too.”
She chuckles, “That is the secret. Aunt Lindsey’s secret recipe is that she always bought potato salad from the deli down the road and put it in one of her nice serving bowls.”
Bradley laughs! “That’s cheating!”
“No, that’s being smart and saving yourself a ton of work. If you knew how big my family is, you would realize that making enough potato salad for everyone ends up being an all-day ordeal.”
“How big is your family?” He’s curious. He knows she has a bigger family; every story has a different family member attached to its background, but she’s never given exact details.
“I’m one of four; all my brothers have at least two kids. My mom is one of five, my dad is one of six, and all four of my grandparents had multiple siblings. Thirty-one people on my dad’s side moved from Sicily in 1888 or 1889, I can’t remember right now, and my mom’s side came over before World War II. They set up shop in the city, and everyone has pretty much stayed in the Brooklyn area since then. Last family reunion, there was easily over a hundred and fifty people that showed up.”
“Wow…” Bradley blinks at her unexpected answer. “People still do family reunions?”
“Mine do.” She answers distractedly, searching for an acceptable red onion. “You like red onion, right?”
He’s leaning on the cart when a little hand tugs at the sunglasses hooked into his shirt, his eyes shifting from Mary’s legs to Annie. “I’ll eat anything except for radishes, hard-boiled eggs, and anything Jake grills - I just don’t trust him, despite his self-proclaimed Texas grillmaster skills.”
“Noted. Okay, we just need lettuce and lemonade because I’m not making that from scratch today.” She looks up from the list on her phone. “Oh! You look cute, baby! I think Bradley’s glasses might be a little big for you, though.”
“Ah, she’ll grow into them. Right, peanut?” They both laugh as the shades fall off her face when she nods in agreement. “I think I should hold onto these for you until you get a little bigger.”
“You guys wait here for a minute, I’m gonna grab a head of lettuce, and then we’re basically all set.” She rubs a hand across his back as she walks away, smiling as Bradley realizes he’s losing the argument about what movie they’re going to watch with dinner.
“Ho-le-y shit! Look at that!”
“Oh. my. god. Do you think he’s single?”
“I hope so! That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The frantic whispering drags Mary’s attention from the iceberg lettuce display. She watches as a group of pretty, twenty-something girls point and ogle in Bradley’s direction. Her eyes flick towards the shopping cart her goddaughter is sitting in, her pink striped coverup swallowing her tiny frame.
Well, they’re not wrong. He does look sexy.
The muscle shirt he’s wearing shows off the hard work he’s put in recently. The team has been hitting the gym more frequently since the new year, starting to prepare for a short deployment they have coming up in the spring. He’s golden from spending the day in the sun, and his brown hair is fluffy from the salt water. Combined with how he’s entertaining an adorable little girl, who is clearly enamored with him, she completely understands the thirsting happening next to the avocado tower.
“I’m going up to him. How do my boobs look?”
The brazenness of the group leader stuns her.
Absolutely fucking not.
Without looking, she grabs a head of lettuce and hustles back to the cart, grinning at Annie when she points at her. Bradley turns and smiles, pulling her into his chest as he drops the lettuce next to Annie in the cart. “This one has insisted that we need ice cream to round out this perfect meal of ours, and I think I agree with her. What do you think, honey?”
She melts into his hold, savoring the way his arm feels wrapped around her waist. “Well, I do have chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles that are dying to be used up. So I think you’re absolutely right; we should get ice cream.”
Bradley and Annie high-five as he starts booking it toward the freezer section, leaving Mary in their dust. She snorts at the ridiculousness she’s brought to the grocery store and starts to follow them.
“Hey!” A voice behind her catches her attention. She turns, vindication spreading through her chest when she sees the disappointed faces of the group of younger women.
“Congrats on him; he’s a beauty.” The leader gives her a thumbs up and a wink like she had just bagged a prize deer.
She laughs in response, giving a small wave over her shoulder as she works to catch up. Knowing that without supervision, Annie will con Bradley into buying five flavors of ice cream.
“Alright, that’s your final number of the night, twinkle toes. Time for bed.” Mary lifts herself off the couch where she’s spent the last forty-five minutes leaning against Bradley.
After dinner and mini ice cream sundaes were eaten and Cars had finished, Annie shoved the adults together on the couch and demanded they watch her dance around the living room to Top 40 hits.
“Time to brush my teeth?”
“Yes, time to brush your teeth.” She swings Annie onto her hip. “Wanna watch that James Bond movie you were talking about last week?”
“Yeah, if you’re up for it?” Bradley gets up when she nods in response. “Awesome, I’ll finish the dishes and set it up.”
“Thank you, I’ll be back after she’s asleep.”
He watches her walk down the hallway towards her bedroom, talking to the sleepy preschooler in her arms before moving into the kitchen. As he washes the ice cream bowls, he thinks about how much he’s enjoyed the day. He never thought the highlight of his week would be fighting for an hour to secure a car seat into Bronco and then spending 12+ hours caring for a four-year-old. But it has been, and he’s enjoyed every moment.
He pours them each a glass of the Moscato he picked up at the store and sprawls on her pink couch, scrolling through his phone while he waits for her to put Annie to bed. It’s not too long before soft footsteps grab his attention, and he gulps when she rounds the corner.
“My leggings were too uncomfortable, so I changed into my pajamas; I hope you don’t mind.”
How could I mind looking at your ass in those shorts?
“Course not; want you to be comfy.” He watches her bend down to add detergent to the dishwasher, her sweatshirt catching his eye. “Do you have an aviator boyfriend somewhere in Florida that we don’t know about?”
“What?”
“Your sweatshirt. I’ve only seen people who come out of flight school with those.”
“Oh, this! I always talked about how I wanted one of these sweatshirts, so when I announced that I was leaving to come out here, my favorite admiral got me one as a going-away present.” She points to her sleeve as she sits beside him, “He even got my call sign embroidered on it!”
“Cute; how come I’ve never seen this before?”
“I only wear it at bedtime. He ordered it to be oversized for me, which I appreciate, but it was so big that it practically was a dress. Dani and I tried to crop it one night, but we didn’t measure, misjudged it, and well…” She lifts her arms slightly above her head, her tummy and the very bottom curve of her breasts coming into view. “Not exactly public friendly.”
He hums, distracted by how if she had lifted her arms one more inch, she would have completely flashed him.
“You, uhh-” He clears his throat, “You ready to watch the movie? I poured you a glass of wine.”
“Thank you!” She hits play as she takes a sip. “Oh, Bradley, you did such a good job picking this out.”
He grunts in response, his brain fixated on the little moan she let out after her second sip.
Twenty minutes into the movie, he pauses it when she squirms for the tenth time. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“Sorry. My back hurts, and there’s not enough room to lay down.”
“Come lay with me. There’s plenty of room here.”
“Really?” She asks as she’s already moving around the coffee table to his other side. “You don’t mind?”
“Just come lay down, Mary.” She slots herself next to him on the chaise, resting her head on his shoulder and throwing a leg over his thighs. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.” She pats his chest in thanks, and he starts the movie up again. He wraps an arm around her, slipping his hand under her sweatshirt and rubbing her back when she doesn’t protest.
When the movie ends two hours later, she yawns and shifts on his chest as the credits roll. “I liked that a lot; I think that’s Daniel Craig’s best movie.” She bends her leg, pulling it further up his lap and freezing when she feels him.
“Sorry.” He grunts, trying to scoot away, yelling at himself for making her uncomfortable.
A hand on his chest stops him.
“It’s okay.” She quietly reassures him, her hand sliding up to cradle the side of his face, turning him to look at her. “I don’t mind.”
The look in his eyes takes her breath away. He looks hungry. Like he wants her. The way his breathing gets heavier when she sinks her hand into his hair gives her the confidence boost she needs. Summoning all the grace she possibly can, Mary sits up and swings a leg over his hips. His hands guide her onto his lap, her eyes widening when she sits down.
“You’re so hard.” She says breathlessly, shocked at how aroused he is underneath her.
“You’ve been pressed against me for two hours in these tiny little shorts with no bra on, and you smell good.” He shrugs helplessly like he had no control over the situation.
“Bradley…” She trails off when he moans as her hands tug his hair. She leans into him, heart pounding as their chests and noses touch. Her eyes flutter, a quiet whine escaping as she enjoys the way his hand grabs at her ass, big and warm through the thin material of her shorts. The other hand runs up her thigh and slips under the hem to hold her hip, thumbing over the lacey edge of her panties. Mary moans as he pulls her further into him, tilting her head and letting her lips brush his.
“Aunt Mary!”
She sits up straight, balancing herself on his chest. “Annie?! What’s wrong?” She climbs off Bradley, apologizing as she goes.
“I- I- I had a bad dream! Th-the dinosaurs were there!” She wails, tears pouring down her cheeks as she hiccups.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay! It’s okay! Those dinosaurs aren’t real. They were just machines for the movie. They can’t hurt you.” She bounces Annie, trying to soothe her. She’s going to kick Reuben’s ass all the way to Australia for allowing Annabeth to watch Jurassic Park. Knowing it’s his fault that she and Bradley were interrupted.
“Can we watch Frozen?” The sniffles break her heart, and she immediately gives in.
Mary sighs, “Yeah, let's wipe your face off, and we’ll watch Frozen.” After the tears and snot are washed away, she settles on the opposite end of the couch with Annie in her arms, wrapping a blanket around them and turning on the movie.
Once the citizens of Arendelle are singing about ice, she risks a glance over at Bradley to find him already watching her. Her heart skipping a beat at the intensity of his stare. She lets herself openly watch as he adjusts himself through his shorts before dragging a hand across his mouth, his eyes only leaving hers to watch the way her teeth dig into her bottom lip. She can’t remember the last time she was this turned on and mourns the fact that she didn’t even get a chance to taste his lips.
Eventually, she breaks eye contact, looking at the movie when Annie points. Bradley doesn’t look away - can’t look away - her cheeks are flushed, and she's still slightly panting. He’s annoyed they were interrupted and feels bad about being annoyed. But he’s never going to be able to forget the way she felt on his lap. So soft, so warm. How she fit perfectly into his hands, like she was made for him. He can’t think about how her hands pulled his hair and how she wiggled on his lap, or he knows he’s going to get hard again. Those 90 seconds are going to star in his dreams for the rest of his life.
She’s perfect. I’m gonna ask her out next week, and we’ll go to dinner somewhere nice. We’ll go to Samson’s. He decides.
I can’t believe that asshole didn’t want her.
Who wouldn’t want her?
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Do I have 3 other projects on the go?
Yes.
Is quilting cotton the right material for this repair?
Not really.
Should I have left it for when I had canvas or denim scraps to use?
Yeah probably.
However. I really wanted a project that I could finish quickly, today, instead of being in stockingette or braiding eternal hell, and I can always redo the patch later.
Basically, while this messenger bag is otherwise well made, this zipper casing has been a problem pretty much since I got it, and I've tried reinforcing the stitching on the existing fabric, but it never holds for long, so this time I cut out the damaged fabric and covered the area with a patch. I fold up a piece of quilting cotton so that its 3-6 layers thick, both so that the raw edges would be on the inside and so that the whole thing would be sturdier. Between the shape of the bag and, frankly, my own impatience, it's not the tidiest mend I've ever done, but it should hold better than previous attempts, at least.
#my projects#craftblr#finished project#sewblr#sewing#visible mending#mending#repairing a bag won't make this week not have happened but at least its tangible progress on something#and hey it won't make this week worse
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A/N: Guess who did not plan accordingly and is now finishing her Whumptober fic late?
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No Matter How Far You Run, We’ll Draw You Back Again, Part 2
Deeks said yes. As much as he didn’t want to, his conscience wouldn’t let him decline. His decision was helped along by the fact that the operation the FBI and NCIS had put together was actually sound. He almost wished it wasn’t; it would have given him the excuse he needed to turn them down.
After giving his consent, everything happened very quickly. The operation was ready to go within three days, which gave him little time to prepare.
Telling Kensi and Rosa had been the most difficult part by far. Naturally, neither of them were happy with his decision. Kensi was especially upset with him, which he understood completely. He hated himself a little bit too.
The night before he was expected to leave, Rosa took the day off classes so they could all spend the day together as a family. In a way it felt like a harbinger of some sort.
Deeks had spent the previous two days holed up with Vance, the FBI director and several agents to review his cover and all the details of the operation. Vance had sent him home last night at around midnight, with a grave look, a handshake, and an “order” to enjoy today with his family.
They bundled everyone up and spent the morning at the beach (Kensi’s idea), and took a walk around the park before heading home for an early dinner. It was the perfect day, but Deeks felt the entire evening was overlaid with a sense of dread.
Now, Deeks finished packing what he would need as Max. The operation was designed to be short, so he had a few changes of clothes, Max’s leather jacket, and unmarked weapons. Kensi sat on their bed watching him, the twins laid in the center playing with cloth toys.
“I still don’t like this,” she said softly. Outside of her initial reaction when he told her, she’d kept her opinions to herself. Oh, it was obvious how she felt from her tight jaw and the little lines around her eyes that seemed a constant the last two days. “When you told me about this operation, what the FBI wanted you to do, I didn’t think you’d actually accept.”
“I know. I didn’t either,” Deeks admitted.
“Then why did you?” Kensi demanded, confusion and pain slipping into her voice. Guilt and dread at the knowledge that he was the reason for her stress ran through him.
“They told me how many people they suspect are being trafficked in this ring. It’s hundreds, Kens.” He turned slightly, flicking a gaze at Kensi. Her hands were clenched atop her thighs, as though barely controlling some response she didn’t want him to see. “They showed me pictures of a few they managed to rescue. Little girls, and women barely older than Rosa.” His voice cracked on the last word, and Kensi made a soft, choked sound. “That’s why I had to.”
He heard the rustle of the quilt as Kensi climbed off; felt her stop directly behind him.
“Baby, we got out so we wouldn’t be pulled into situations like this. It makes me sick too, but we have an obligation to your children first,” she said pleadingly. “As selfish as that sounds.”
He didn’t say anything in response, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he did, but his hands shook as he tugged at the zipper on his duffel bag.
“If I were in your place, you would be so angry,” Kensi continued when he stayed silent. “You would be reminding how much you need me, how we only just stopped living in constant fear of dying on any given day. You wouldn’t want me to go.”
“I know—I know that Kensi, and I know I am the worst hypocrite for doing this. I’m so sorry,” he said. Kensi let out a small sob, her arms suddenly grasping at his back, coming up around his stomach and chest. He grabbed her hand desperately, clinging to it.
“I’m so mad at you,” she whispered hoarsely. “But that doesn’t mean I love you any less, and I need you to come back to us ok. I need you to be as careful as you can because I won’t be there to watch your back.”
“I will,” he promised, turning so he could see Kensi. He thumbed away the tears trailing down her cheeks, his throat tightening. Cupping his jaws between her palms, she tilted her chin up to kiss him, and then he couldn’t keep his tears back any longer.
“I love you,” Kensi whispered, slipping her hands down his neck and rubbed up and down his back.
“I love you too,” he murmured back. When they finally parted, he cleared his throat, futilely wiping at his eyes, and crossed over to the bed.
Caleb dropped a soft cube when Deeks leaned over to pick him up, babbling soft as he reached out with his chubby little hands. Deeks gathered him against his chest, picking Sophia up in the other hand.
“Hey, daddy loves you so much,” he said, speaking just to them. I’m going to be gone for a little bit, and I’m gonna miss you, but I’ll be back before you know. Mommy and sister will keep you so busy, you probably won’t even notice.”
Even though they couldn’t possibly understand him, they seemed to respond to the tone of his voice. Caleb hugged the side of Deeks’ head while Sophia burrowed into his chest. Kissing each of their heads, he allowed himself a few more seconds to breathe in their innocent baby smell, and then nodded to Kensi, who was struggling to keep her tears back again.
Together, they walked into the living room, where Rosa waited. She had a book open on the coffee table, but Deeks could tell she hadn’t actually been reading. She jumped up as they walked in, eyes darting over their faces, the duffel bag Kensi had brought from their room, the twins snuggled in his arms.
Without a word, she darted forward, hugging Deeks as best she could with his arms full.
“Please be careful,” she said. “I can’t lose another father.”
“Everything’s gonna be ok,” he assured Rosa, even though he didn’t fully believe it himself. “But just in case, I’m so proud of you and I love you.”
“Love you, Marty.”
Kensi joined the hug, squeezing between them. It was over far too fast, and they moved apart, each sniffling as Deeks passed the twins back to Kensi and Rosa, and took his duffel bag.
He cast a final look over his family, the place they called home before he stepped out of the door.
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A/N: I might have made this overly dramatic, but writing it made me cry. Enjoy the extreme angst! The actual whump part will come eventually.
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I’m vaguely aware that there’s a whole Discourse around corsets and how it’s no more realistic for women in historical fiction to refuse to wear corsets than for modern women to refuse to wear bras. Some do, sure, but most people complain and wear them anyway.
Meanwhile I have an unusual body type in that my current everyday bras are US size 34N with an extender because my underbust is more like 36 but it turns out gaining weight doesn’t make my boobs further apart. The physics of bras just break down at that point. People complain about their shoulders but my straps are prone to falling off (tiny ribcage=tiny shoulders), it’s the band and underwires that dig in for me, so I went looking for alternatives.
Behold my 21st century Frankencorset! It’s got spiral steel and 3 layers and also power mesh and a zipper. Then there’s my quilted corset cover to hide the top ridge, and the vest over the top to hide the lumpy quilting.
Do I wear this every day? Definitely not. It’s a lot of work and quite warm and it’s not as comfortable as a bra when I first put it on. As my bra day goes by I often begin to wish I’d worn the corset, though. Bras come off the minute I get home, but the corset is so nicely molded to me by then that it can sometimes stick around until bedtime.
Corset started as a Laughing Moon Dore, cover started as the top half of Truly Victorian combinations, vest started as Black Snail; all are heavily modified.
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My partner and I ordered a queen size memory foam mattress because we've been sharing a bad full size mattress for over a year, and I've been online shopping for new, bigger bedding that's fit for a couple.
Christian Siriano Tori Duvet Cover from Bed Bath & Beyond. It's polyester, but it's button closure instead of zipper, and that was the selling point. The description said that the floral paisley is embroidery, but you couldn't tell from the picture.
FADFAY Shabby Floral Bed Sheets from Amazon. The colorway is purple, but it appears more brown. The pattern is intricate for a 100% cotton sheet set. I prefer pattern sheets is why I leaned toward this one.
Lush Decor Hygge Geo Oversized Cotton Quilt Set from Target. This one is also patterned, and a bright orange color that I've been really liking. I actually prefer to sleep with light quilts, so this one is more for function.
Diamond Pattern Woven Shag Throw Blanket in Gold from Target. I love mustard and rich yellows, and with all the texture in this I couldn't pass it up.
Overly fluffy, overly smooth and silky textured covers make me feel like I'm sliding around in bed. All the brushed cotton, silk pillow cases, and polyester blend has to be balanced by texture for me.
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Hi! Saw your post about the prompts book. THIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA! :D
394. Define what bravery means to you. Who do you know that is brave?
Her hands gently smooth over the knitted quilt as she carefully makes her bed. She was thankful that Frankie didn’t just turn her over to the police, but a part of her wishes that she did. Zoe swallows, unhappy with the appearance of the quilt and decides to take all the dressing off the bed again, needing to fold them and smooth her hands over the pieces before pulling them over the corners of the mattress once more.
Three times. Three times she takes apart the bed coverings before getting them to a state that she’s satisfied with. Maybe not satisfied. That’s...too strong of a word. They’re at a point where she’s tired of taking things apart again. Tired of fixing a problem that isn’t really a problem and that doesn’t need to be fixed.
A doctor in a psychiatric facility. It’s something she knows she needs, but something she’s also incredibly embarrassed by. Frankie told her she was brave just for walking into the facility, just for admitting she needed help.
She doesn’t feel brave though. Not in the slightest. Not when she’s making the bed this many times, not when she’s folding her clothing twelve times because of a crease she sees in one garment. If the crease is there, who is to say it isn’t in all the other pieces and she just didn’t catch it.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Made sense. Zoe even smiled a little when the therapist said it from the office chair across from her. She was virtually a textbook example of it. Being here for two weeks and she was still in full swing of things. Still worrying if they filled her position at the Community Nurses’ Office or if Frankie needed anything. Surely, the office manager wouldn’t want her back. Not with her spending weeks here.
Zoe still doesn’t understand why Frankie visits, but she stops by twice a week. Sometimes with a sweet morsel, sometimes with letters from thankful patients wishing her well. During one of her sessions, her therapist had told her to work on letters to her sons. Explain her feelings and how much she misses them. Zoe asked Frankie to pop the letters in the post for her. Asked if she would mind.
“Of course not.” Frankie shakes her head with a smile, reaching a hand out to place gently on top of hers as it rests on the table. “I don’t mind in the least. I’ll just add it in with mine.”
She never minds. Frankie is kind that way. It’s what drew Zoe closer to her. Wanting to understand her reasons, her methods. Zoe could only assume that she had ulterior motives lurking at home.
She didn’t.
Frankie always tells her how brave she is, how impressed she is with how far Zoe has come.
Zoe asks the nurses’ station if any mail has been delivered, and is met with a sad, negative head shake each and every time for three week straight. She still asks every single day...sometimes multiple times a day.
All the days roll into one long, continuous day anymore.
Frankie holds up a small, zippered bag, during her next visit. Two envelopes inside as she slowly slides it across the table, over to her. Zoe bites her lip, staring at it as she speaks.
“From patients?” Zoe nearly wants to say ‘again’, but stops herself short from doing so
“I changed the return address...on the letters to your children.” Frankie pauses, “I know I shouldn’t have and I apologize. I put my own instead.” Frankie nods a little, not wanting to tell her that she didn’t want the boys to recognize her name or location and instantly dispose of it. Frankie also doesn’t bother telling her that she had added her own messages to the post, “I was worried that there may be an issue with you receiving post here.”
Zoe never thought of that. When she worked in a hospital setting, it was a common thing for patients’ post to be lost, regardless of how long they were residents. Her eyes focus on the bag, “I never thought of that.”
“Didn’t think so.” Frankie smiles a little, carefully opening the zippered bag when she realizes the other woman isn’t about to reach out to it, “anyway, they replied.”
“Th-they did?” Zoe lifts her head, surprised. They never replied. In all the times she’s tried reaching out to them, save just for driving over to her ex-husband’s house again. She didn’t need the police phoned, as she was warned before by the bastard.
When Frankie slides the envelopes back in front of her to open, Zoe shakes her head, “you read it, please. I...I don’t know if I can bear it if-”
“It’s okay.” Frankie places her other hand on top of Zoe’s, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go, using both hands to gently open the envelope between her fingers. Handwritten on a ripped out page of notebook paper.
Dear Mum-
Thank you for reaching out. Things here have been interesting, to say the very least. I’m preparing for University and it’s odd not to have you here, regardless of how we parted last. All the other kids have both parents, even ones that were bitterly divorced, working together to help their children move into the student halls. Celebrating their children’s accomplishments before sending them off to University, but Dad didn’t do any of that and you aren’t here. I know you would have.
You might have had your moments as my brother and I were coming up. Moments where you were overbearing for us to just appear perfect, but I get it. Your diagnosis helps me get it. I hope you understand that we can never be perfect, no one has ever been perfect. I’m glad you’re finally realizing that and moving on. I just hope I’m good enough for you now.
I’m proud of you and your bravery for finally seeking treatment. I miss you and hope to see you soon.
“He-He really said that?” Zoe asks softly, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Frankie nods, sliding the paper over to Zoe, “he did. Are you surprised?” When she notices the blonde’s subtle nod, she continues, “I can reach out to him for you. See when he’ll be in town or available next.” Frankie smiles a little, “I’ll take care of it.”
She doesn’t feel brave. Not in this moment. Zoe clears her throat, “why?” When the woman lifts her head, Zoe continues, “why are you...doing all of this for me? I...” She shakes her head a little, “I was awful to you and-”
“Because you’re a friend. Friends help friends.” Frankie knew exactly what the woman needed after everything happened. She needed a positive force in her life. “And I’m...amazed by the person you really are and not the person that is attempting to hold herself together day in and day out. You’re more than an over accomplished doctor working in a position that is far below her capabilities.”
Being someone constantly doubting her own abilities, Zoe smiles softly, “thank you.”
Frankie nods a little, leaving the other letter unopened as she stands from her seat, leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to the blond’s forehead, staying only an inch away from her face after, whispering, “you’re braver than you give yourself credit for.”
Maybe.
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do you have any goal you want to accomplish by the end of the summer?
I didn't really have any goals in mind before receiving this Ask, but now you've got me thinking!!
I need to work on my sewing because I have a few projects in mind right now and a lot of materials taking up space!! I also wanna get through those projects so I can work up to making clothes for adult humans... we went to Fabricland yesterday and my mom offered to buy me a dress form since they were 50% off but I said no since I'm at the stage of making small crafty things, although that would maybe be motivation to start making bigger, more complex things, especially since I lowkey offered to make stuff for a local queen a little while back
We only went into Fabricland for A zipper!! I got a new heating pad a couple months ago and it's bigger than the one I already had but I hate the covers that come with them, so I made a new cover only to realise that out of ALL the zippers I have in my stash, none would be appropriate for the project, so I needed a SINGULAR pink, plastic, 12-inch zipper to be able to close the cover... now I've got one and can finally check that off my list very soon!! I know that the zipper is a different pink than the spots in the fabric, but I figured I'd rather have the wrong pink or the wrong blue and have it look like a style choice than to get the wrong white and have it look like a mistake
While we were there, I went to look at the quilting cottons, because I was hoping they'd have this purple and pink medical print since I already have some but it's so cute that I'm scared to use it, and then I stumbled upon this sprinkle print which I went for because a) I love things with a sprinkle design because it reminds me of cakes and cupcakes, and b) just earlier that day, I'd been watching a video of Crystal Methyd opening her mail and she got gloves with a similar print, so it felt meant to be. (Fabricland has a lot of photorealistic food prints in their quilting cottons and I live for it. Get you some photorealistic potatoes on your quilt.) The medical print was $27/metre and the sprinkle print was $29/metre so I only got a little bit of each 🥲 but I plan on making scrunchies and masks with them.
I also found this Barbie panel yesterday. I don't know what it's meant for since it only has the two designs on it, but I figured I'd make it into a tote bag, and I'm now realising it could be for a throw pillow. This was on clearance, so luckily it was only $5/panel. (There were more Barbie fabrics, but they weren't on sale and cost $35/metre, forget about it lol)
While I was getting those cut, my mom wandered off and found this fabric in a remnants bin. The label says it's made of unknown material, but it feels like a lighter version of canvas and is one of those home decor fabrics, so she wants me to make it into curtains for the kitchen. The photo is me holding it up like that to compare to the wall colour. My mom said something about "finding a pattern" and I didn't really know what she meant until a while after, when I realised she meant a pattern to cut and sew from, but... they're curtains... the pattern is a rectangle...
And since I mentioned Barbie earlier, I've had this fabric at home for probably 3 years now, and I bought it for making into a skirt but haven't gotten any fabrics to go with it so I can do the lining, waistband, etc. I tend to mumble to myself about the project in question while I get my fabrics cut, so when I got this one cut, I must've said something about the length down the leg or something, because the employee asked if I was making a child's dress and I had to tell her it was a skirt for myself lol
My great-aunt went into a nursing home a few months ago and she was a very crafty lady up until she stopped being able to do so (like, I've inherited what seems to be an Anne of Green Gables costume she made herself for teaching elementary school), so I've ended up with a lot of her sewing stuff as her sister, my mom, and their cousins have been working to clear out my great-aunt's belongings. Some of it is half-finished projects, some of it is leftover materials, and some of it is materials that are completely unused. We came across a dinosaur plushie that is nearly done, all she needed to do was close the seams, attach the limbs to the body, and add a face, so I wanna do that!! There's also these train engine buttons still in the complete set and my cousin works with trains, so I don't know whether to make something for him or for his young son, but maybe a lunch bag or something.
🧵 ✨ Lots of things to do ✨ 🧵
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The Ultimate Guide To Brown Men's Leather Jackets
Brown men's leather jackets never seem to go out of style. There's just something about the rich brown color and the buttery soft feel of a high-quality leather jacket that looks great, feels great, and can last for years. Plus, brown leather works for just about any guy's personal style – it's versatile enough to dress up or down.
In this blog post, we'll cover everything you need to know about shopping for the perfect brown leather jacket, along with styling tips to look your sharpest. We'll also suggest some of the coolest motorcycle sunglasses for both men and women and take a look at some stylish leather wallets for men and women that make great accessories.
Choosing the Best Brown Leather Jacket for You
The most important thing when shopping for a brown leather jacket is finding the right fit and style for your body type and personal taste. Here are some things to consider:
Bomber or motorcycle cut? Bomber jackets have elastic banding at the waist and cuffs for a more relaxed silhouette. Motorcycle jackets have a close fit and may include protective padding.
Faux leather or the real deal? Genuine leather looks best over time but can be pricier. Quality faux leathers offer affordability without sacrificing style.
What features do you need? Look for details like zippered pockets, belted waists, or snaps to secure the collar upright.
Once you settle on a fit and features, it's all about choosing that perfect shade of brown. Rich chocolate browns pair well with gray and black clothing. For a more casual look, try a brown jacket with tan accents or buffed areas to simulate natural wear.
How to Wear Your Brown Leather Jacket
A brown leather jacket instantly amps up any outfit. For weekend errands, pair it with a V-neck tee, jeans, and sneakers. Or throw it on over a button-down shirt and trousers for a dapper date-night style.
In cooler weather, layer it over a hoodie or slip a quilted vest underneath. You can even slip it under an overcoat when freezing temps roll in.
Keep other pieces simple to make your leather jacket the star of your outfit. Stick to solid-color tees and simple denim on the bottom to let your splendid jacket shine.
Must-Have Motorcycle Sunglasses for Men and Women
Your jacket and leather wallet may get all the initial attention, but remember to protect your eyes while cruising around town. Here's what to look for when shopping for motorcycle sunglasses:
Ultraviolet protection—UV rays can damage eyes even on cloudy days. Make sure any sunglasses you buy block 100% of UVA/UVB radiation.
Polarized lenses—These special lenses cut glare, enhancing clarity. They make seeing the road and traffic much easier without squinting.
Wraparound shape – Curved lenses and wide arms limit how much light enters from the periphery. This prevents painful eyestrain that distracts from riding.
Now, let's get to the good stuff – the coolest motorcycle sunglasses you can buy right now!
For the guys: Randolph Engineering Tactical Range
These rugged yet refined shades have an aviator-inspired steel frame with mineral crystal gray lenses. The bayonet temples let you swap out lens colors for any environment.
For the ladies: Wildfox Baroness
Channel old Hollywood glam with these cat-eye sunglasses with golden metal frames and gradient brown lenses. The adjustable nose pads ensure a secure, comfortable fit.
Stylish Leather Wallets
A quality leather wallet makes a sophisticated essential accessory to carry in your back pocket. As with sunglasses and jackets, you'll want to select leather wallets with features that make your daily carry easier. Here's what to look for:
Full grain Italian leather – This high-standard leather will last decades and develop a unique patina over time.
RFID-blocking—New credit cards contain tiny tracking chips, and RFID-blocking wallets contain a special liner to protect data.
Quick access card slot – Many quality wallets have a dedicated slot on the outside to flash your ID or metro pass without opening the wallet fully.
Compact minimalist design – For front pocket carry, choose a wallet no wider than 3 inches when full.
Both men and women can choose from lots of stylish unisex leather wallet options. But here are two gender-specific options we especially like:
For Him: Bellroy Slim Leather Wallet
This super slim wallet holds up to 12 cards in a curved leather container with a handy pull tab. RFID protection comes standard.
For Her: Kate Spade New York Cameron Wallet
This pretty little wallet has a crosshatched leather exterior with bold gold logo detailing. The lined interior keeps your cards and cash neatly organized.
We hope this guide has helped you narrow down your perfect brown leather jacket while also providing sunglasses and wallet recommendations to complete your biker chic style! Let us know in the comments if you have any other questions.
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The Perfect Blend of Style and Functionality: Bomber Jacket with Hood
In the realm of outerwear fashion, the bomber jacket with hood stands out as a versatile and practical choice for both men and women. Combining classic style with added protection, these jackets offer the perfect blend of fashion and functionality.
Why Choose a Bomber Jacket with Hood?
1. Enhanced Protection: The addition of a hood to the classic bomber jacket design provides extra protection against the elements, making it ideal for unpredictable weather conditions.
2. Versatility: Bomber jackets with hoods are incredibly versatile and can be styled in various ways to suit different occasions and personal preferences. Whether you’re running errands or heading out for a night on the town, these jackets have you covered.
3. Year-Round Wear: Thanks to their lightweight construction and weather-resistant properties, bomber jackets with hoods can be worn year-round. Layer them over a sweater in the winter or throw one on during cool summer evenings for added warmth and style.
4. Fashion Forward: Despite their practicality, bomber jackets with hoods are far from lacking in style. With a wide range of colors, materials, and design details to choose from, you can find a jacket that suits your personal taste and complements your wardrobe effortlessly.
Key Features to Look For:
1. Material: Choose a bomber jacket with a hood made from high-quality, weather-resistant materials such as nylon, polyester, or waxed cotton. These fabrics offer protection from wind and light rain while remaining breathable and comfortable to wear.
2. Fit: Pay attention to the fit of the jacket, ensuring that it is neither too tight nor too loose. A well-fitted bomber jacket with a hood should allow for freedom of movement without looking bulky or oversized.
3. Hood Design: Consider the design of the hood, including its size, shape, and adjustability. Look for hoods with adjustable drawstrings or toggles for a customized fit and added protection from the elements.
4. Additional Features: Look for bomber jackets with hoods that include practical features such as zippered pockets, ribbed cuffs and hem, and a quilted or padded lining for extra warmth and comfort.
Styling Tips for Bomber Jackets with Hoods:
1. Casual Cool: Pair your bomber jacket with hood with jeans and a basic t-shirt for an effortlessly cool and laid-back look. Add sneakers or boots to complete the ensemble for a casual vibe.
2. Layered Look: For added warmth and style, layer your bomber jacket with hood over a hoodie or sweater. Complete the look with jeans or chinos and boots for a relaxed yet put-together outfit.
3. Sporty Chic: Embrace the athleisure trend by wearing your bomber jacket with hood with joggers or track pants and a graphic tee. Add athletic sneakers for a sporty yet stylish ensemble perfect for running errands or grabbing coffee with friends.
4. Urban Edge: For a fashion-forward look, layer your bomber jacket with hood over a button-down shirt and tailored trousers. Finish the outfit with dress shoes or boots for a sophisticated yet street-ready ensemble.
Conclusion:
Bomber jackets with hoods offer the perfect combination of style and functionality, making them a versatile and essential addition to any wardrobe. With their enhanced protection against the elements and timeless design, these jackets are sure to become a go-to outerwear piece for both men and women. Explore our collection today and elevate your style with a bomber jacket with hood that suits your individual taste and lifestyle.
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Transform Your Bedroom with the Perfect Bed Linen: Everything You Need to Know about Flat Sheets, Duvet Covers, Pillowcases, and Euros
Certainly! Let’s dive into the world of bed linens and create a cozy, dream-worthy bedroom. 🌙✨
1. Lay Your Mattress Foundation
A well-rested night begins with the right mattress. Consider your sleep needs:
Memory Foam: Ideal for side sleepers and those who feel cold. It cradles your spine and retains body heat.
Hybrid: Combines memory foam, latex, or gel. Cooling technologies suit hot sleepers, and it provides lumbar support for back sleepers.
Pillow Top: Responsive and motion-absorbing—great for couples and restless sleepers.
Don’t forget the bonus layer:
Mattress Pad or Topper: Add softness or firmness to your mattress. For extra protection, use a mattress protector first.
2. Choose Your Sheets
Thread count isn’t the only factor. Explore these common types of bedsheets:
Cotton: Durable, easy to care for, and gets softer with each wash. Opt for luxurious Egyptian or Pima cotton for a lighter feel, or flannel/jersey for cozy vibes.
Bamboo: Eco-conscious choice—requires less water and no pesticides. Silky softness that improves over time.
Percale: Crisp, cool, and smooth. Ever had amazing rest in a hotel? You were probably on percale sheets.
Linen: Airy, hypoallergenic, and perfect year-round. Wash in cold water and line dry for longevity.
3. Assemble Your Bed
Start with the fitted sheet—it hugs your mattress.
Add the flat sheet, smoothing it out and tucking it under the mattress.
Layer with a lightweight quilt or coverlet for warmth and adjustability.
For added luxury, consider a duvet or comforter in a sumptuous fabric.
What's the difference between a duvet and a comforter?
Certainly! Let’s unravel the mystery of duvets and comforters. 🛌
Duvet:
A duvet is a two-piece bedding ensemble.
It consists of an insert (often filled with down, feathers, or synthetic materials) and a cover.
The insert slides inside the cover, similar to a pillow inside a pillowcase.
Pros:
Customization: You can change the cover to match your bedroom decor.
Easy Cleaning: Just remove the cover and toss it in the washing machine.
Warmth Control: Swap out the insert for different seasons.
Cons:
Requires a Cover: Without the cover, it’s just a plain insert.
Cover Maintenance: Regular washing is necessary.
Insert Shifting: The insert may move around inside the cover.
Comforter:
A comforter is a one-piece bedding item.
It has the fill built-in, so no separate insert or cover is needed.
Pros:
Simplicity: No fuss—just one cozy piece.
Ready to Use: No need to find a matching cover.
Stitched Quilting: Even distribution of fill.
Cons:
Limited Customization: You can’t change the look unless you layer it with other blankets.
Cleaning Challenge: Comforters can be bulky to wash.
Less Versatile: Not as adaptable for different seasons.
How do I choose the right duvet cover?
Selecting the perfect duvet cover involves a blend of practicality and aesthetics. Let’s explore some essential factors to consider:
Material and Feel:
Cotton: A popular choice due to its breathability, softness, and durability. Look for high-quality cotton like Egyptian or Pima.
Linen: Airy, lightweight, and naturally hypoallergenic. Linen duvet covers have a relaxed, lived-in look.
Sateen: Smooth and lustrous, with a subtle sheen.
Percale: Crisp and cool, akin to hotel bedding.
Thread Count:
While thread count isn’t the sole indicator of quality, it does matter. Opt for a thread count between 200 and 800 for a balance of comfort and longevity.
Closure Type:
Buttons: Classic and secure. Buttons keep the duvet insert in place.
Ties: Fabric ties inside the cover prevent shifting.
Zipper: Convenient for easy removal and washing.
Design and Color:
Consider your bedroom decor. Do you want a solid color, a pattern, or a subtle print?
Neutral tones create a serene atmosphere, while bold colors or patterns add vibrancy.
Size and Fit:
Ensure the duvet cover matches your duvet insert size (e.g., twin, queen, king).
Look for dimensions that allow for a slight overhang on the sides of the bed.
Ease of Care:
Machine-washable duvet covers are practical. Check care instructions before purchasing.
Personal Style:
Let your personality shine! Whether it’s minimalist, bohemian, or classic, choose a duvet cover that resonates with you.
Remember, your duvet cover not only protects your duvet but also sets the tone for your entire bedroom. Sweet dreams! 🌙✨
Can you recommend any specific brands for high-quality duvet covers?
Certainly! When it comes to high-quality duvet covers, there are several reputable brands to consider. Here are some top picks based on expert reviews and user satisfaction:
Bare Home Duvet Cover:
Best Overall: This duvet cover offers a winning combination of affordability, comfort, and durability. Available on bistara linen co. for $381.
Parachute Sateen Duvet Cover:
Best Overall, Runner-Up: Parachute’s sateen duvet cover boasts a luxurious feel and excellent craftsmanship. Priced at $1801.
Boll & Branch Signature Hemmed Duvet Set:
Best Splurge: For those seeking a premium experience, Boll & Branch’s signature hemmed duvet set is a luxurious choice. You can find it on their website1.
Can you recommend any specific brands for high-quality king and queen size bed?
Certainly! When it comes to high-quality beds in Australia, there are several reputable brands you might consider. Here are a few options:
Yinahla Premiere Luxe: This Australian-made mattress forms the flagship option in the award-winning Yinahla mattress range. It’s a premium collection that includes the popular Yinahla Classic Comfort and the luxurious Yinahla Copper Gel. The Yinahla Premiere Luxe is available in king size.
Chiropedic: A family-owned, Australian-made company, Chiropedic has been manufacturing mattresses for nearly 30 years. Their products are known for their high quality and good value.
Remember that the typical price for a decent queen size mattress ranges from $800 to several thousand dollars. If you’re looking for specific recommendations, I recommend checking out the detailed reviews and features of these brands to find the perfect bed for your needs. Sweet dreams! 😊🛌
conclusion: Embrace style and functionality with the perfect bed linen
Certainly! Embracing style and functionality in your bedroom starts with the perfect bed linen. Let’s recap the essentials you’ve learned:
Sheets and Mattress Foundation:
Choose a mattress that suits your sleep needs (memory foam, hybrid, or pillow top).
Add a mattress pad or topper for extra comfort.
Sheet Materials:
Cotton: Durable and easy to care for. Egyptian or Pima cotton feels luxurious.
Bamboo: Sustainable and soft.
Percale: Crisp and cool like hotel sheets.
Linen: Airy, hypoallergenic, and perfect year-round.
Layering Your Bed:
Start with a fitted sheet and flat sheet as your base.
Add a lightweight quilt or coverlet for warmth, adjusting layers based on the season.
Consider a duvet or comforter for added luxury.
Color Choices:
Linen sheets come in various colors. Choose shades that resonate with your style and create a soothing sleep environment.
Remember, your bed linen not only enhances your sleep quality but also transforms your bedroom into a cozy haven. Sweet dreams! 🛌✨
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