#maybe if I schedule my honeymoon to be around this time I can go???? maybe????

[paperlignes]

oh my god

i would kill to meet these two 😩

#harvey guillén #kayvan novak #wwdits cast #maybe if I schedule my honeymoon to be around this time I can go???? maybe???? #planning on going to the uk this year anyway so 👀

[icyg4l]

PAC: What Will Your Next Date Be Like?

Hello beautiful people! As promised, this is the second PAC regarding love that will be indulged in. Tonight, I will be giving insight on what you can expect from your next date. I will be using my True Heart Tarot Deck and my handy dandy Romance Angels Oracle Deck. Don’t forget to tune into Five Dollar Friday and please book a reading with me if you are interested 🫶 Without further ado, please select your pile!

Left-to-Right: (1-4)

Pile One: When I was shuffling for your pile, I started singing and being really goofy. I feel like you could be going on a date with a Gemini, Aquarius or a Leo. This person is gonna make your inner child come out! You might be a little uptight at first on some ‘I Don’t Dance’ (Chad and Ryan type shit) but this person is gonna make you put your ego aside. I also channeled Suit and Tie. You guys could go karaoking, go to a dance class, or you could be someone’s date to a wedding. Or it could even be a bar date! I feel like you really need this, Pile One. Your energy feels stiff and stagnant. You deserve a night out. Maybe this person isn’t your usual type or they’ll have to grow on you but by the end of the night, you’ll want to be around them. You don’t have to push this person away because they’re not who your parents/family would approve of. Your family could be going through some issues right now. Maybe you aren’t going to be feeling them because you don’t want to break your celibacy. Your energy seems new like you’re young and inexperienced or you’ve taken a pause from dating to focus on yourself. Now you feel refreshed. I also channeled the song ‘Not Used to It’ by Kehlani. I feel like this person will be very well-mannered and that’ll throw you off. Maybe you’ve had partners who were very rude and disrespectful in the past and now you feel suspicious. Feel them out! Don’t knock it until you try it! I pulled oracle cards from you and got the following messages:

“You deserve love: You are lovable.

Healing family issues: your love life benefits you as you forgive your parents.

Attraction: You attract romantic love by enjoying this moment fully

Religious factors: Your love life is influenced by your religious upbringing and spiritual path.

Love yourself first: Your self respect makes you more romantically attractive

Honeymoon: Enjoy the bliss of holiday time together”

Cards Used: The Hanged Man (RX), 10 of Discs, 7 of Wands, 3 of Cups, The High Priestess, Queen of Wands, Death, Ace of Cups.

extras: ‘no more drama’ by mary j blige. breath of fresh air. new bras. emptying out the trash. haute couture. piercing gaze.

Pile Two: I feel like this pile will be very nervous for this date. For one, there may be some things that make you feel like you shouldn’t be going on this date. For instance, it’s last minute and you would have to move your schedule around or you get a traffic ticket. I also feel like somebody will be late to the date because of traffic. But when the actual date starts, I feel like it’ll be dark. Perhaps in a movie theatre or a candlelight dinner. Or maybe the date will be late at night. I get the feeling that you will meet this person off of Tinder or some dating app. When you meet them, you’ll be stunned by how attractive they are. The sexual tension will be strong. I am seeing lace and the colors black and red in my third eye. I feel like some of you will get dolled up after a long, hard day of work and you’ll agree to go because you have a feeling that this is something you’re supposed to do. And you should because being all work and no play is draining! Perhaps some of you are single moms or work with children. I wouldn’t be surprised if a child tried to get involved with your dating life, lol (a child trying to play matchmaker with you and their dad). “It’s been a long time coming” is something I’ve heard. Maybe it’s been a minute since you’ve been on the dating scene, welcome back! Also, this date could end in great pleasure. Please stay prepared and protected, lol. Scorpio and Capricorn energy. I pulled some cards and got the following messages:

“Children: Your love life is being affected by children.

You deserve love: You are lovable!

New love: A new person has stirred your romantic feelings

Attraction: You attract romantic love by enjoying this moment fully

Finances and career: Financial issues are a factor in your love life right now

Passion: Allow your heart and soul to sing with joy!”

Cards Used: Nine of Wands, The Empress, 10 of Swords, The High Priestess, 7 of Cups, The Devil, 2 of Cups, 4 of Discs.

extras: oklahoma. channing tatum. body-to-body. aura.

Pile Three: You’ve been waiting for this for a long time, haven’t you, Pile Three? I feel like you’ve been manifesting a date but everytime you get close, it falls through. You might be socially awkward. I think your date will be able to tell this through the date. Don’t start off too intense, you don’t want to scare the hoes! I feel like during this date you will both be intoxicated, or high to be specific. It feels like this will happen at nighttime. Perhaps y’all will be at a hookah lounge, bar, or a restaurant where edibles are served. Perhaps going to the planetarium (while high) I feel like you could even get high with this person after the OG date (be careful, lol). This feels really intimate. They might find a reason to touch you like fix your shirt or tuck your hair behind your ear. I think you’re going to be seeing this person on the low as well. Don’t plan on telling your friends about this person. I’m not going to lie, I feel like you’re going to get ghosted. But at least you got what you wanted! Either that or you guys will end up together but there will be some distance between the two of you. Or you will get along so much but personal goals aren’t aligned fully and you two will wish each other the best. Taurus and Pisces energy is very significant here with this person. I pulled some cards from my oracle deck got the following messages:

“Religious factors: Your love life is influenced by your religious upbringing and spiritual path

Worth waiting for: Divine timing is at work in your love life.

It is safe for you to love: Open your heart to give and receive the highest of all.

Heart-to-heart conversations: Honestly discuss your feeling with each other

Calling in your soulmate: Your prayers, affirmations and visualizations help bring you together

Separation: Time apart from your partner is on the horizon”

Cards Used: Death, The High Priestess, Four of Wands, Seven of Swords, Queen of Wands, Queen of Swords (RX), 7 of Discs, Ace of Wands, Two of Wands, The Moon, 4 of Discs, 2 of Cups (RX).

extras: saturn. determination. “you can do it!”. anthropology major. sacrifices. nathan from insecure.

Pile Four: Okay last and final pile! Your pile felt very different. I feel like this pile is religious or has strong religious roots. I think that you’ll be going on a date with your ex, lmao. But I think this will be the goodbye date to be honest or it’ll be a signifier of the end. I think that you’ll be going to a carnival, a festival, a concert, go-karting, zip lining or something of the sort. Somewhere that’s high energy and will have your blood pumping. I think you’re going to realize you no longer want them as much you wanted them in the past. Whoever they are, they’re a huge flirt! You have a lot of chemistry with this person and it will be easy to talk to them (per usual). Big Aries & Libra energy. I think you’re going to see them differently because of a conversation that you have. You’re on two different wavelengths and that’s okay. Maybe y’all have spent some time apart and they aren’t the same. This is also okay. It’s all apart of the learning and growing process. Learn when to walk away. I think this person is going to step on your toes on accident and make you mad or make you cry. They’re going to comfort you but this is going to make you realize that y’all don’t need to be together. But at least you’ll know where this person’s head at from the last break y’all took. They seem immature. I pulled some oracle cards for you and got the following messages:

“Love yourself first: Your self-respect makes you more romantically attractive.

Forgiving and Learning: As you release and heal the past, you experience more love in your present moments.

Flirt: Extend your lighthearted energy to others

Reconciliation: Someone from your past is returning to your life

Chemistry: There’s a strong magnetic attraction here

Pay attention to the red flags: The signs are cautioning you”

Cards Used: The Star (RX), Ace of Swords, 2 of Swords, 5 of Cups, 3 of Wands, 4 of Wands, Death, Queen of Wands (RX).

extras: CVS. valentine’s day. last christmas by wham. church by bj the chicago kid. “get into it, yuh.” bald cap method. “cori.” empty condom boxes.

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: this one actively broke my heart while writing it and i hope i did the topic justice. title came from a song on @pyotrkochetkov ‘s barzy playlist and i just knew i had to write something angsty for it. a bunch more happy and smutty long fics and headcanons are coming! seriously, let me know what you thought of this one - much heavier and angstier than i usually write 😬 ignore any inconsistencies, i’m not an expert on this particular medical procedure or professional hockey team travel

word count: 7k

tw: miscarriage, subsequent emotions

summary: on a mini trip to vancouver to watch andrei play, you suffer the worst loss of your life. andrei is your rock throughout the ordeal

Vancouver is a fun city - maybe not as fun as Raleigh or New York, but fun nevertheless - and you’re excited that part of the Canes’ Western road trip fell close to Thanksgiving weekend so you could join in for a bit of it without having to miss too much time at work. Part of your goal this season, your first married to Andrei, is to see him play in every arena. You’ve managed a few of the east coast arenas so far, but this is your first time out west. Nykki joined you too, so it’s like a mini-girls’ trip rolled into a ‘supporting our men’ trip.

The team’s there before you and Nykki get to Vancouver, having already played in Seattle two days before. It’s actually been slightly more than a week since you’ve seen Andrei in person and you miss him a lot. You’ve been with him for four years now, so you’re used to the travel and not seeing him for chunks of time, but this week feels extra hard. Luckily, after this little West Coast swing, Andrei will be home for a good chunk of time - the quirks of the NHL schedule are always insane to you.

You and Nykki get dinner before the game, discussing her wedding plans. It’s scheduled for early August, but time is already flying. You’re a bridesmaid, but you’ve been pushing off picking a dress, knowing that it’s not going to fit you by the time the wedding happens. Your fingers curl carefully against your stomach, hidden by the table and the bulk of your sweater, your little secret.

Butterflies roll in your stomach, excitement mingling with nerves, knowing that you’re going to tell Andrei the news after the game tonight. It’s so early in your marriage, and you’re definitely freaking out a little bit, but the idea of a little baby that looks like Andrei is enough to help the excitement win out.

“Martin wants to do Bali for the honeymoon,” Nykki tells you while you find your way to your seats. You bought tickets for the lower bowl, wanting to be in the middle of the crowd and all the excitement. The Canucks fans are already a little rowdy, with warmups halfway over. There’s a few Canes jerseys smattered through the crowd, but it’s certainly an uneven match.

You sip at your overly large Coke, your stomach turning a little. Dinner isn’t sitting right with you, but it’s manageable for now. “Bali’s nice, I mean, so I’ve heard. But what’s the weather like in August?”

Nykki points at you, her other fingers wrapped around her beer can. “That’s what I said! I thought it would be unbearably hot and humid, but apparently it’s gorgeous - 86 and barely any rain,” she grins. “I promised he could be in charge of the honeymoon, so I think we’re going to Bali.”

“Well,” you smirk back, “there are worse places to spend two weeks with your gorgeous NHL player husband, Nyk.”

She laughs and takes a sip of her beer, eyes twinkling. “You have a point there. How about you and Andrei? What are the big summer vacation plans?”

You pause, thinking of an answer because you’re anticipating having a newborn this summer, so a vacation isn’t likely to happen. Andrei’s been floating the idea of a mini European tour - hitting Rome and Paris for a few days each before heading to Russia for a little bit to visit family. But you haven’t really committed to plans since it’s only November and you have plenty of time. “We haven’t really talked about it,” you answer Nykki truthfully. “Drei’s been focused on the season and I’ve been busy with work. He doesn’t like to plan anything before the end of the regular season anyway.”

“Superstition,” Nykki sing-songs, putting her beer in the cup holder as she stands for the anthems. You get to your feet, pulling off your baseball hat and holding it over your heart, humming along with both anthems. You shift your weight from foot to foot, stretching out your lower back a little.

The puck drops and the game starts - Andrei’s almost immediately put in the penalty box, complaining and shouting at the ref the entire time he skates over. His hands fly in the air as he gestures, but his passion isn’t moving the ref at all and he takes his seat in the box, slumping down. You laugh, shaking your head affectionately. He’s a sweetheart off-ice, but on the ice, Andrei is a borderline criminal. He’s leading the team in penalty minutes and you’ve definitely heard plenty about how he doesn’t deserve it.

The game clock ticks down, Andrei’s released from the box and immediately scores on a breakaway. You and Nykki jump from your seats, screaming and cheering with the Canes up one to nothing. The Vancouver fans around you glare and chirp, but you and Nykki just laugh, giving back as good as you get.

It’s pure fun to be supporting the visiting team and you and Nykki thoroughly enjoy yourselves, dancing to the music and gossiping during TV timeouts and slower moments. Nykki gets another beer and you refill your soda, your stomach still acting up. The popcorn Nykki gets is too salty and you end up joining the crowd when they start throwing their own snacks at the refs. It’s a penalty called on the Canucks, which is good news for you, but the crowds enthusiasm is infectious.

The fans of the Canadian teams are definitely a little more intense and vocal with their displeasure with the refs, you’ve noticed. A particularly obscene chant breaks out when Brady dances around one of the Canucks’ defensemen to set up a powerplay goal for Brent Burns.

You and Nykki throw your arms up and cheer, screaming yourselves silly. Your stomach cramps a little and it puts a damper on the celebration and also serves as a reminder that you really need to see a GI doctor to determine if you’re actually lactose intolerant or if you have a gluten allergy. You grimace and sit back down, clenching your stomach a little, which seems to help. The rest of the second period flies by and the boys are up two to one.

The people around you start to shuffle off to get more food or go to the bathroom, now that the second intermission has started. You finish the rest of your soda and shift in your seat. Nykki looks over at you curiously. “You okay? You seem like you’re kind of uncomfortable,” she says, twisting her hair back into a ponytail.

“I’m fine,” you hum. “My back is killing me though. I must’ve tweaked it on the flight over.”

“You want an Advil?” Nykki’s already shaking around her purse and you can hear things rattling around.

“Let me go refill my drink, pee, and then yeah, I’ll take an Advil,” you reply, holding the reusable cup to your chest and getting out of your seat. Nykki pulls her knees to the side and you scoot past her, stopping when she makes a little noise. “What?”

“Babe, I think you need a tampon too,” she whispers, gesturing to the back of your jeans.

Your eyebrows draw together. You’re not getting your period anymore. “Tamp-?” The word catches in your throat and your eyes go wide. Your mind spins as the pieces start clicking into place and, as if to serve as the final kick in the ass sign, your lower stomach twists unpleasantly with a sharp cramp. Tears fill your eyes and you reach down to grab Nykki’s hand. “Um, surprise, I’m pregnant, but maybe see should go to the hospital or an urgent care?”

Half a dozen emotions cross Nykki’s face before it settles on shock, but all you can focus on now is the persistent cramping in your stomach. The cramping that’s been bothering you all day and you ignored, thinking nothing of it. God, you’re a terrible mother already.

“Okay, okay,” Nykki jumps to her feet, squeezing your fingers and dragging you out of the row and up the stairs to the main concourse. Her other hand is gripping her phone tightly and she’s jabbing at it with her thumb. “I’m calling an Uber. The hospital is like a ten minute drive.”

You nod, feeling numb as Nykki drags you along, your feet stumbling to keep up as you dart around the people waiting in lines for the bathroom and for food. How could your whole night - your whole life - have just taken a complete one-eighty in the matter of minutes. The cold Vancouver air hits your face like a slap, shocking some feeling back into your body. You wish it hadn’t.

The cramping is worse, the feeling between your legs - blood - like free bleeding during your period, but worse, so much worse.

Your stomach lurches and you rip your hand from Nykki’s grasp, bending at the waist and vomiting into a bush next to the entrance to the arena. “Oh, it’s going to be okay. Let it out,” Nykki’s voice is soothing and she rubs a hand in between your shoulder blades while your stomach seizes and you vomit again, spitting into the dirt.

Tears streak down your cheeks and your throat burns now. “I want Andrei,” you whisper, heart clenching with grief.

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Nykki guides you towards the rideshare pick-up area, where a four-door sedan is already waiting. “I’ll get a hold of him somehow, but let’s take care of you first, okay?”

You let her bundle you into the backseat of the car and swallow back your tears, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes hard enough to see starbursts. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you try to calm down, you don’t know what’s happening for sure. Even though it feels very much like the end of something, you have to find a little piece of hope to keep yourself sane. The driver catches your eye in the rear view mirror as he pulls out of the arena parking lot, his mouth twisted down in a concerned frown even as his eyes are slightly judgmental. He’s driving you from a hockey game to a hospital - god knows what he’s thinking about you.

Nykki squeezes your knee and smiles gently at you, even as she’s typing on her phone with her other hand. “It’s still intermission, no one’s going to have their phone on them, but I’m trying to see if I can get through to one of the trainers or something. Just stay calm and we’ll figure it out,” she’s no-nonsense and you’re so grateful for her taking control of the situation.

Your lower back complains as the driver hits a pothole and another leak of fluid rushes between your legs. The drive is too long and too short all at once and before you know it, you’re being admitted to the Vancouver General Hospital emergency room and deposited on a bed, a curtain drawn around you. A nurse with warm, sympathetic eyes and a kind smile does your intake, her lips twisting to to side as you’re answering her questions.

“I just found out a few days ago,” you whisper, starting your fingers together. “I haven’t even told my husband.”

“Mrs. Svechnikov,” the nurse pats your arm comfortingly, “we really don’t know anything for sure until we get an ultrasound. Try not to put added stress on your body.”

You don’t even bother correcting her about your last name, the Russian name sounding strange in her Canadian accent. Nykki comes behind the curtain, clutching her phone. “There’s about ten minutes left in the third,” she says. “I can’t get ahold of anyone, but I’ll keep trying.”

“We’re going to get an OB down here and check everything out, okay?” The nurse says kindly, but brusquely, and then disappears back into the main emergency room. You roll your neck so your cheek is resting on your shoulder and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

“You didn’t leave any messages or anything for Andrei, right?” You ask. “I don’t want him to see and freak out.”

Nykki brushes your hair off your forehead and shakes her head. “No, I left a few messages for Martin to call me as soon as he could. I figure I’ll get to Andrei that way. Do you need anything?”

“Just Andrei,” you hiccup a sob, pressing a shaking hand to your mouth. Your other hand hovers over your stomach, afraid to touch it. The bleeding hasn’t stopped, so despite what the nurse said, you know it’s a miscarriage. Your stomach rolls and you press your lips together tightly so you don’t vomit.

“I’ll get him here as fast as I can,” Nykki reassures you. While you wait for the OB, she absently braids your hair back from your face, tying it off in an efficient, utilitarian French braid down your back. She talks as she works, trying to distract you, and you’re grateful for her efforts even if they don’t work. All you can think about is the little life that had been growing in you just a few hours ago. Your heart lurches painfully when you realize Andrei’s going to find out about the pregnancy and the loss all at once.

The OB is a middle-aged Black woman with a slight Canadian accent who introduces herself as Doctor Hayes and she doesn’t sugarcoat the news, which you appreciate. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Svechnikov,” she sighs, looking very much like she hates this part of her job. “But you are actively miscarrying right now. We’re going to admit you overnight for monitoring and will reevaluate in the morning.”

Your entire body goes cold at her words and you grip Nykki’s hand - you hadn’t let her leave your side, terrified to be alone. A cramp rips through your lower body and you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. “What-“ your voice is hoarse and you clear your throat, trying again, “what, um, are the next steps?”

Doctor Hayes rests her hands on the guard railing on your bed. “Well, we’ll have you on a hydration IV throughout the night while we monitor the miscarriage. There may be a need for a D and C, to make sure it’s complete and there’s no tissue left behind.” Your face blanches as she talks. “But all of that will depend on what happens tonight.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and she pats your hand gently, sympathetically, as she leaves. You can hear her giving the nurse instructions and you slump back against the pillows, completely drained.

Nykki checks her Apple Watch and grimaces. “It’s Martin. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Be gentle with Andrei, okay?” You reply, desperately wanting him at your side, but also wanting to protect him from this heartbreak a little longer.

She’s back in a few minutes, after the nurse has started you on an IV. “Martin’s going to bring him over,” she says, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t tell him why you were here, just that you started to not feel well during the second,” she says. “It sounded like Andrei was halfway out the door before Martin could finish his sentence.”

You nod faintly. That sounds like Andrei. “I hope they don’t get slammed by Rod for leaving…” You twist your wedding rings around your finger, the diamonds catching the fluorescent lighting.

“They won’t,” Nykki says firmly. “He’d have to be a real bastard to punish Andrei for coming to the hospital for you. Besides, someone should’ve been available to get Andrei here earlier! It’s ridiculous.”

“Let him have an extra hour of normalcy,” you sigh, shifting on the bed, sore and uncomfortable.

You’re moved into a private room and given a hospital gown that bares your entire back and ass. A giant pad that’s probably as big as a damn puppy pee pad is wedged in between your legs to contain the bleeding and the IV is tugging unpleasantly at your skin. Nykki’s waiting downstairs to bring Andrei directly to you and you hope he’s here soon because now that you’re alone, the reality of the situation is sinking in and your chest is starting to feel tight. You turn your head and try to bury your face in the pillow, but you catch a whiff of the lingering Tom Ford Lost Cherry perfume you’d applied earlier mixed with antiseptic and sterile hospital smell and your brain briefly registers that it’s a shame, because you really love this perfume and now you’ll never be able to wear it again. Your heart thumps painfully in your chest, a reminder that you’re losing more and more of your baby with each passing second.

You hear him before you see him, the pounding of his footsteps echoing through the hallways. He’s running down the hall, that much is clear, and when you look over at the door, you catch the blur of Andrei skipping completely past your room before he doubles back and skids to a stop in the doorway.

He looks terrible - hair still damp with sweat, the red mark across his forehead from his helmet is still prominent, and he looks like he got dressed in the dark - or an extreme hurry - in a pair of basketball shorts and his button down with the buttons done up all wrong. But it’s the look of complete panic in his eyes that scares you the most. Andrei never looks that panicked.

“Solnyshka,” he breathes, his shoulders dropping from around his ears. In three long strides he’s at your side, holding your hand, and you finally feel like you can breathe.

“Hi,” you whisper before bursting into tears.

“Hi,” he replies softly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. His grip is almost painful, but you welcome it as you hiccup. “What’s going on, solnyshka?”

Insanely, the only words that come out of your mouth are, “your shirt is buttoned wrong.”

Andrei looks surprised, “what?” he asks absently as his gaze flickers down to his shirt. He shakes his head, “I rush. Solnyshka,” his voice is high and nervous, “what is going on? Neci didn’t know anything. Just that you’re here, in hospital.”

“I…Andrei, I’m so sorry,” the words rush out of your mouth on a flood of fresh tears. “I was pregnant and now I’m not. I lost the baby.”

You’re not even sure if Andrei can even understand you, you’re crying so hard. But one glance at his face and the completely shattered expression it wears, and you know he understood you. His fingers tighten around yours and he’s shaking his head, hair falling forward over his forehead.

“What? I don’t - a baby?” He rubs at his forehead with his other hand, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “When did you - why didn’t -“

He can’t seem to get a full sentence out and it only makes you cry harder, your entire body hurting with the effort. You know what he’s asking though.

“Last week,” you manage. “The day after you left. I was going to tell you tonight, but…” You trail off, shrugging one shoulder.

Andrei’s head hangs, chin to chest, and he makes a little noise in the back of his throat. “I’m so sorry, milaya,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

The worst of your tears are drying up and you shake your head. “It’s not…I had Nyk. I hate that you had to find out like this. Baby and then no baby, all at once,” your voice cracks and you trace the little embroidered A.S. on his cuff, barely able to look at him.

Your husband sighs and drops his head so he can rest his forehead against yours. He smells like sweat and fear and Old Spice and your throat clogs with emotion again. “I thought…” he breathes. “I hear hospital and I think the worst. I thought the worst.”

This is the worst, you think. The worst possible thing. But you know what he means, that he thought something even more awful had happened to you, that he was worried he lost you because he didn’t know there was something else to lose.

Andrei’s lips brush against your cheek, soft and delicate, the rasp of his stubble a stark contrast. You sit like that, foreheads touching, for who knows how long. Andrei doesn’t cry, but his chest hitches and you think he might, maybe, when it all sinks in. You’re all cried out and now there’s just bone-deep exhaustion.

“i’m tired,” you murmur, the words getting lost between you.

Andrei nods against your forehead and pulls back, looking like it takes him a huge effort to sit back up. He cups your cheek and his thumb strokes a careful arc over your cheekbone. You lean into the familiar gesture, comforted. “Sleep, okay? I’ll…I have to call Rod. Get my stuff. I’ll take care of everything,” his voice is steady, but his eyes are clouded.

You nod, your eyelids already closing. Andrei gets up and brushes his lips over your forehead, murmuring that he loves you. Once he’s outside the room, you can hear him talking quietly to Nykki and Martin, but your grief and exhaustion pull you under before you can really concentrate on what he’s saying.

Sleep doesn’t last and you’re awake again after a few hours. You blink awake blearily, confused for a second before everything comes rushing back. Andrei’s scrunched up in a chair in the corner, his chin propped up on the palm of his hand, eyes shut. He changed in the time since he left, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. His legs are kicked out in front of him, a pair of white sneakers on his feet. You don’t want to wake him, but when you shift, a sharp pain pierces your side and you gasp loudly before biting down hard on your tongue to muffle the noise. It doesn’t work and Andrei’s eyes fly open, his entire body jerking.

“Hey,” he’s at your side in a second, “what hurts? I call a nurse?” His accent is thick with sleep and worry.

You shake your head, the pain subsiding. “I’m fine.” And you are, the worst of the cramps are gone, leaving just a vague soreness and uncomfortable tightness in your chest and stomach. “You should’ve gone back to the hotel.”

“And leave you?” Andrei looks at you like you’re crazy. He shakes his head. “I got my bag and Nykki brought yours back. Do you want anything?”

“No,” you reach for his hand and lace your fingers together. “I just want to go home.”

He nods, looking exhausted. “Me too. I spoke to Rod, if you’re discharged later today then you come with us on the plane. If not, I stay and come home with you when you’re ready,” his lips quirk up at the corner when you start to protest. “Is decided, solnyshka. I’m not leaving your side.”

“But…” you trail off, all the arguments that you can think of fading when you realize that you don’t want to be separated from Andrei, not right now. “Okay,” you whisper.

“Good,” he chuckles under his breath. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

“No arguments from me,” you reply dryly, rolling your head so your cheek is on the pillow and you can look directly at him. “Why don’t you try and sleep some more? I’m not going anywhere.”

His jaw tightens a bit. “Can’t sleep,” he replies, even though you had just seen him asleep. “If the doctor comes, I want to be awake.”

You nod again, sore and tired, and Andrei just sits with you quietly for a while before you think to ask, “how was the game?”

He snorts. “We won, but who cares?” It’s such an unexpected answer - Andrei’s never not cared about winning a game - and it startles you into silence.

A nurse comes in a few minutes later, saving you from having to find an answer. She introduces herself as Kayla and speaks in a soft, but firm tone. You’re starting to recognize the undercurrent of apology and sympathy in the nurses and doctors’ tones and you’re beginning to hate it. Andrei doesn’t let go of your hand while she checks your vitals and puts another bag of saline on the IV pole. “The OB will be in soon to do another ultrasound and see if you need a D and C,” Kayla says gently. “But everything else looks good. You won’t be staying another night and I would guess that you’ll be out of here by early afternoon at the latest, either way.”

You nod robotically, not really absorbing what she’s saying. By this afternoon, everything will be over and you’ll for sure, 100% not be pregnant anymore. It’s a gut punch, even though you knew this was coming. Andrei asks the nurse a few more questions before she leaves, but you don’t really listen, focusing on a small stain on a ceiling tile. It looks like nothing at all, just a blob of brown, but the more you stare at it, the more your vision unfocuses, the more it starts to look like one of those stereotypical ultrasound blobs.

You don’t even realize that you’re crying again until Andrei wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Try and sleep again,” he murmurs, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “I think you’ll need strength.”

“Can you get me some water?” You ask, running your hands over the braid Nykki had done. It’s so messy and it feels like she fixed it a million years ago, but it was only four or five hours. It feels like another lifetime, sitting in the arena and joking around with her. From halfway through second intermission to a hospital room at 2 a.m. Certainly not how you were picturing the end of your trip to Vancouver.

You think you must fall asleep again because the next thing you know, there’s sun coming through the window and Andrei’s at your side again, his large hand resting on the top of your head, cradling the crown. Unfamiliar doctors and nurses are in the room and they all speak to you and Andrei, but the only words you hear are “incomplete miscarriage” and “quick procedure” before you’re being shuffled off to an operating room. It all happens too fast for you to even be scared and the last thing you remember before the anesthesia is Andrei by your ear, whispering in Russian to you, the spicy scent of his deodorant filling your senses.

Andrei’s there again, when you wake up, eyes looking red and face drawn. You’re barely conscious, but the sigh of relief he exhales permeates the fog. His hand is warm in yours and you manage a weak smile at him. “Hey there handsome,” you croak and he laughs weakly. “Miss me?”

“You…” Andrei coughs, “I love you very much.”

“Love you,” your words slur a bit. “I wanna go home.”

“Soon, solnyshka,” Andrei promises, stroking your hair. “Soon.” He’s still stroking your hair when you fall asleep again.

When you wake up again, the overwhelming sense of emptiness is what you notice first. Then Andrei comes into focus again, his weight of his head resting on your leg, his hand on your hip. You’re not sure if he’s awake or not, but you gently run your fingers through his hair and he looks over at you, shifting.

“Hi,” he murmurs, dark circles under his eyes.

“Hi,” you rasp back, fingers still working through his hair.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore, tired,” you hesitate, “empty.”

“Yeah,” Andrei’s reply is barely an exhale. “Doctor said we can go, once they give you the all-clear.”

You nod, chewing at your lower lip. “Andrei,” you choke his name, the words coming out like broken glass, “we don’t have a baby anymore.”

“I know,” Andrei replies simply, sitting up all the way and leaning forward to gather you into his arms. You go to him easily, moving carefully and ignoring the pull of your protesting muscles, and bury your face against his chest. He’s in the same black t-shirt and he smells stale now, like he needs a shower desperately, but under that he just smells like Andrei, like home, and you cry into his chest, the fabric growing wet under your face. He just holds you, his arms a strong cage around your back, his hands running up and down your back. Everything in your body hurts, but nothing more than your heart.

Throughout the next few hours, when you’re given a clean bill of health, instructions to take it easy and abstain from sex or using a tampon for three weeks, and discharged, Andrei is a rock. He’s right at your side, helping you get dressed in the soft joggers you were using as pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. He laces up your sneakers for you and carries all the bags out to the waiting Uber. You were discharged in time to make the team flight home, but after hearing Andrei on the phone before the doctor came in for your exam, you kind of suspect that he may have pressed Rod to change the travel plans. You can’t even start to think about what he’s done for you, exhaustion seeping to your bones.

No one says anything to you when Andrei ushers you onto the plane, but Neci gives you a small smile and squeezes your hand when you walk past him. You return the smile, feeling awful that Nykki has to fly home on her own. She’s been texting, checking in on you, and you haven’t answered yet, too distracted to deal with even holding your phone. Andrei bundles you into a seat near the back of the plane and wraps his jacket around you.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Anything for you, solnyshka,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Try and sleep, long flight. I have the pain pills, if you need, okay?”

You nod against his shoulder and wrap his jacket tighter around your body, tucking your hands up into the sleeves. Andrei rests his palm on your knee and before the plane even takes off, you’re asleep.

It’s a long flight back to Raleigh and you don’t sleep the entire way, but after a solid three hour nap, you wake up feeling better. Andrei’s asleep when you wake up, his head dropped back against the headrest, his mouth open slightly. He finally looks relaxed and peaceful and you’re grateful, so grateful, for him.

Your whole body still hurts, but your legs are starting the cramp up, so you carefully shimmy out of your seat to stretch in the aisle. Brady and Jarvy wave at you from a few rows up and you wave back, wondering what they know, if they know anything. No one really tries to talk to you, so you assume Andrei told them that you had some kind of medical emergency. Legs feeling better, you settle back into your seat, finally pulling out your phone and connecting to the in-flight wifi so you can text Nykki.

She reassures you that none of the other guys know what happened and that if you need anything when you’re back in Raleigh to let her know. You’re blessed to have such a good friend in her and you thank her, thinking that maybe in a few days you’ll see if she’ll bring Gigi over for some puppy cuddles.

Andrei wakes up about and hour before you land and he gulps back half of a water bottle before he even says anything. Then he tips his head close to yours and whispers, “how are you feeling? Any pain?”

“No,” you whisper back, “I’m okay. Just sore. It’s like being drained after a really bad period. I feel better after my nap.”

“Good,” he pushes the half-empty water bottle into your hands. “Drink.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, the moment of lightness making you feel a little better. You sip at it slowly, starting to get a little nauseous. Andrei wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean against him, drawing comfort from his solid warmth.

When you land, Andrei guides you off the plane, his palm reassuring against your lower back. It’s easy to let him take the lead and to not think about anything. He’s got both of your bags and you don’t even put up a fuss when he refuses to let you carry even your purse. You’re just too tired.

Andrei’s car is parked fairly close and you don’t have to walk very far. You lower yourself into the front seat of the Lamborghini, muttering, “I hate this car.” Your stomach gives a protest of pain from having to climb into the car.

“I know,” Andrei laughs a little, loosening up. His string of ugly sports cars is a long running topic of conversation. The last one was orange, the one before that a strange green. This one is electric purple and it’s hideous. His terrible taste in car colors is his only red flag. “Next one will be red.”

“Why couldn’t this one have been red?” You ask, breathing deeply to stave off the nausea. You sink back against the seat and Andrei pulls out of the parking spot. He’s driving must slower than usual and is taking extreme care with navigating the roads.

“This one was only 75 made,” he explains again. “It’s a collectors item.”

“It’s still ugly,” you tease, a smile playing at your lips.

He reaches over and takes your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “I love you so much, moya solnyshka, and I’m so…proud of your strength.”

Andrei doesn’t look at you when he says it, but his voice gets thick and he swallows roughly. He continues, “it hurts to know there would’ve been a baby in the summer.” So he did the math, you think. “But, this is maybe the wrong thing to say, but I’m glad I didn’t know before.”

It’s not really the right thing to say to you in the moment, but you can’t blame him. You sniff and nod. “I know. I almost wish I hadn’t known either. It was only a week, but I was so attached to…to the idea of our baby.”

“When you’re ready,” Andrei says slowly, turning to look at you while you’re stopped at a red light, “you tell me and I’ll give you a baby. When you’re ready.”

You nod, unable to even think about trying for a baby right now, but Andrei’s words and his earnest expression make your heart melt. You love him so, so much. “When I’m ready,” you repeat, squeezing his fingers.

When you get home, Andrei runs you a shower and joins you after a minute, soaping up your hair and scrubbing down your body gently. You don’t speak while he works and his touch is nothing but chaste. He’s careful around your stomach and between your legs, impossibly gentle with those huge hands of his. You stand under the spray while he gives his own body and hair a quick wash, the heat of the shower starting to make you a little lightheaded. Right before it gets to the point where you think you’re going to have to say something, Andrei flips the water off and reaches out of the stall for a huge, fluffy towel, wrapping you up in it and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm. He grabs another towel and wraps it around his waist, gripping your elbow and guiding you back to the bedroom.

You rummage in his drawers for oversized clothes, not wanting anything constrictive on your body. Once you’re comfortable in an old pair of Andrei’s grey sweats and a threadbare Duke t-shirt, you crawl under the covers and curl up on your side. “Join me?” You ask, looking up at Andrei. He nods, silently climbing into bed behind you and gently scooting you closer to him. The warmth of his body is comforting against your back and he wraps his arms loosely under your breasts, avoiding your stomach. Andrei buried his face in your hair and you let a few silent tears leak out of your eyes.

What did you do to deserve this wonderful man?

With Andrei’s arms around you and your heart heavy in your chest, you fall asleep again, but it’s unsatisfying. After a few hours, you need food even though you’re still nauseous. Andrei makes himself a sandwich and warms up a can of chicken soup for you and you eat in bed, a rerun of The Nanny on TV. Andrei doesn’t really get the show - the humor is too specific - but he does like to point out all the outfits that Fran wear and he thinks you can pull off. It’s a nice distraction.

You take the next few days off of work, just to recover, but Andrei isn’t as lucky. You’re mostly fine physically except some lingering soreness, most of your problems are mental. After talking about it on the way home, neither you not Andrei has really brought up the miscarriage.

Two days after the miscarriage, the team is playing at home and Andrei’s right there in the middle of it all. You don’t watch the game, still too raw to watch hockey after what happened in Vancouver, so it’s a little shocking when he comes home with a blackened right eye and a cut across his nose and part of his cheek. “What happened?” You yelp upon seeing him, getting carefully to your feet and reaching up to lightly touch the side of his face.

Andrei grunts. “Distracted, got hit,” he winces when he moves his face.

You feel awful, knowing he was distracted because he was worrying about you. “Luckily it didn’t need stitches,” you say softly. “Can’t have anything ruining that pretty face,” you tease him lightly.

He gives you a tight smile and his gaze flickers down to your stomach, covered in an oversized sweatshirt. You catch his look and brush your thumb over the edge of his jaw. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me so much,” you say. “I’m tough. I’m strong.”

“I know,” Andrei sighs, dropping a kiss to your forehead. He hesitates, wanting to say more, and you wait. “At the game,” he says slowly, “Burnsie, Staalsy, they had their kids there. I couldn’t help…I was picturing…”

Oh.

Your heart cracks right over the scabs that had been forming the past two days and fresh pain floods your veins. “Drei…” you’re not even sure what to say to him. You knew he was sad, but you hadn’t really thought about how deep his feelings went.

He smiles sadly at you. “Today, it hit me,” he says, twisting his lips. “We lost a baby.”

“Yeah,” you reply, throat tight. “We did.”

Andrei pulls you close, twisting his hand in the end of your ponytail. “I wasn’t expecting it to hurt like this, when I didn’t even know for very long,” he murmurs and you can feel a few tears drip onto the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his waist tighter.

“I don’t think that matters,” you mumble. “It hurts no matter how long you knew about it.”

You can feel Andrei’s head turn, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. You just stand there in his arms, holding tightly to the only other person that’s feeling the same pain as you. The longer Andrei holds you, the more you feel your fragile heart mending itself, the steady beat of his heart a constant under your cheek.

After that, things slowly start getting back to normal. You’re physically healed and cleared to resume normal activities. Andrei’s not so distracted during games. You can go hours, days without thinking about the baby that’s gone.

Andrei mentions it, off-hand, about a month after you get home from Vancouver, after he’s back from another quick road trip. “We could’ve been telling our families about the baby at Christmas,” he’s clearly been thinking about it.

You nod, a little startled by his comment. “Probably, yeah. Or we would’ve told them already, too excited to keep a secret,” you smile a little to yourself, thinking about how Andrei almost spoiled his proposal twice before he actually popped the question because he was so excited.

He grins at you, dimple popping, and pushes a slim box across the table at you. “Early Christmas present,” he says, answering your unasked question.

Looking at him suspiciously, you pop the lid on the jewelry box, finding a thin gold chain bracelet with two delicate charms on it - the common blue and white Greek mati to ward off the evil eye and a little horizontal cross attached at each end to the chain. You trace your fingers over the chain and look up at Andrei.

“A little luck?” He says, lifting one shoulder. “I saw it in a store window, in Long Island, before we played. Made me think of you.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, getting out of your seat to kiss him softly. You trace your tongue over his lower lip and desire stirs in your stomach, something foreign after the last few weeks, but oh so familiar. You’re not quite ready to have sex yet, but it’s a good reminder that you will one day soon. “It’s perfect.” You hold out your wrist and Andrei clasps the bracelet on.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he says, reminding you of the promise he made in the car.

“Whenever I’m ready,” you repeat, crawling onto his lap and letting him hold you. The thought of getting pregnant again doesn’t make your chest feel quite as tight anymore, doesn’t get the panic alarms ringing in your head. Andrei’s been so patient and gentle, making everything just a little bit easier to bear.

Every day just reminds you that as long as Andrei’s by your side, you can handle anything life throws at you.

He kisses the side of your head and holds you close, chasing the shadows of grief away.

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iamy/n: It’s me, hi, i’m the problem it’s me.. and my best friend! A film I had the pleasure of working on.. is out now!! Please watch it!! To celebrate such a beautiful moment (tay’s new song is in the film!! 😱) we exchanged the best of gifts and had a marvelous time ruining everything. ps. this was also a late bday party 🎉

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y/ntaylorsversion: sleeping on the highway tonight

matthelders: two legends in Hollywood

blakelively: sooo fairytale-esque!

honeymoon: watching it as I’m typing this 💫

alexandy/n: jaw: on the floor

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iamnoty/n: booked & busy since ‘97. rundown of the month!

i had the pleasure of annoying the guys during their magazine shoot (they really said: 🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻) anyway, they got revenge a few weeks later by showing up on set of my upcoming film!! it was all fun and games until they took the snacks from my trailer. 

although al and i have pretty busy schedules, we still make time for one another! a recent example would be about a week or two ago, we went to dinner and when my feet started to hurt from my heels.. he took them and held them until i could put them away. don’t worry, I wasn’t walking barefoot, I had an extra pair of comfy shoes. he’s a real gentleman, with a bit of sas mixed in.. my perfect match!! 

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ilovealex: She said “karma is my boyfriend” 

matthelders: Sweets for the win. Had to get you back for mimicking our poses! 💙

babygirlalex: Y/n please tell me you take bereals of our man PLEASE GIRL PLEASE 

iamy/n: haha! i do, i do. he kinda gets it now but at first i made him take the picture without telling him how it worked. babe.  when i tell you it looked like an old man’s Facebook profile picture. it was not great but it was soo funny!! 😭😭

mileskane: so you can pick up the phone when it’s 1997 but not now? I see how it is

iamy/n: oh my god shut up lmao i’ll call you back in a minute!! be patient !! 🙄

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[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

(Fluff!)ing It Up Friday! (Or a silly little look into Tarlos' first few weeks as husbands inspired by May @whatsintheboxmh' art (go check out her page and art right now!!), this post in specific:

https://www.tumblr.com/whatsintheboxmh/746490642133303296/ko-fi-exclusive-art-from-march?source=share ) which inspired a little snippet about just how disgustingly happy and in love these two newlyweds are!

(Reposted with creds and a little silly fluffy written imagining about Tarlos' first few weeks as husbands, with permission from the very talented May! Thank you for granting us and inspiring with your beautiful art and for liking this little thing I wrote to it at 2pm and letting me post it with your art on my blog!!)

Art by whatsintheboxmh.

This is how the first few weeks worth of mornings go after TK and Carlos return home from their honeymoon:

On the first day one of them have to work, they will be standing in front of the mirror sliding the chain through the their wedding ring, preparing to fasten it behind their neck to wear it to work. They purchased the simple gold chains several way before the wedding was scheduled, then canceled and then rescheduled - better be out in good time than risk having to leave the ring at home while they went to work and going without it for a whole day!

And the other will show up from behind under the somewhat false pretense of wanting to help with closing the little lock behind their neck. What they really came for was to catch the others gaze so they could both stand there beaming into each others eyes in the mirror, all happy and gloaty and lovestruck.. they get so distracted staring into each others eyes both looking glassy-eyes and disgustngly in love and almost telepathically (through giggles reciprocated back and forth) sharing the feeling of butterflies floating around in their bellies, that the one who was going to work ends up being ten minutes late on their first day back.

This quickly develops into a little ritual between them. Over the next week, whenever one of them is putting on the ring-necklace before work and the other hasn’t shown up behind them yet, they’ll purposefully drag the process out until the other notices what they're doing and shows up to help them so that they can spend ten minutes staring lovingly into each others eyes again, grinning and looking a little crazy and, for the hundredth's time, wisper things in each other's ears like “we’re married” or “have a good day at work husband”

On the tenth morning after returning to work post-wedding, Carlos is still sleeping, having gotten home from a night shift in the early hours in the morning. Hence TK standing alone in front of the mirror, trying to complete this last step of getting ready for work, this time without it including their little ritual that they've upheld since returning to work. TK has tried to be quiet and let Carlos sleep, and he thought he was ready to maybe start putting on the ring-necklace on his own but.. As he’s standing there he unconsciously drags the process out anyway, expecting or maybe just hoping that Carlos will magically awoken at the exact right time and show up behind him with that smile that tells TK that there is at least person that can measure up to the happiness he is feeling these days..

And even though he knows it’s irrational, he’s starting to get a little bit sad that Carlos hasn’t shown up yet.. and a bit grumpy too - it’s not fair that he has to go to work while his gorgeous, hot, sweet, larger than life, husband(!) is still lying in their shared bed making the most adorable little grunting sounds in his sleep, instead of going back to bed himself and cuddling said husband for the next 4 hours before waking him up for coffee and lazy, giddy morning s*x and.. TK is just not ready yet.

Carlos jolts a little when he is woken up by TK calling him from the bathroom. He is confused at first, sitting up after - he looks at the clock - two hours of sleep and wiping drool off his chin. And then he gets a little worried because when TK calls again he sounds a bit agitated, like something’s wrong.

Hurrying out to the bathroom, Carlos finds TK standing with the gold chain they use to wear their wedding rings to work in his hands, the ring already hanging from the middle of it, and he is pouting back at him in the mirror.

When Carlos’ bleary eyes finally show up in the mirror behind him, TK feels a surge of relief along with the flapping of butterflies that never really stopped showing up on occasion when Carlos is looking extra hot, does something extra romantic or adorable, or sometimes even just when he's walking around the loft with sleep marks on his face and pajamas on and his wedding ring on his finger.

Even though Carlos' initial reaction to TK’s pout upon having hurried into the bathroom half asleep in response to his love’s distress call is to lift an amused eyebrow followed by tiredly rubbing sleep out of his right eye, his eyes soften when they find TK’s in the mirror again.

And when he walks up behind TK and takes the chain from his hands into his own and helps him close the lock behind his neck, he can’t help but smile a bit like a crazy person at the fact they are married !!! He’s just too happy for it to be contained by being jolted awake after only two hours of sleep following a gruelling nightshift.

He kisses his way slowly up TK’s neck before turning him around to leave more kisses on first his chin, then his nose and both cheeks ending with a kiss to his forehead. When he looks down, TK is beaming up at him with glassy eyes cheeks a bit red, half from the sudden surge of emotions and half from being a bit embarrassed at having woken his poor tired husband up just because he couldnt go one morning without staring into his eyes like someone who is going maybe a bit insane from being so incredibly in love. Like all the other times Carlos has looked into those eyes in the past two weeks, Carlos thinks that he loves this man like never before.

Carlos plants his last kiss on his husbands mouth and then sends him out the door with a “stay safe husband”. He tries to wink but the truth is that this little ritual is also one he isn't ready to give up just yet, and the wink turns into probably a weird facial expression somewhere between looking like a kid who just got told that everyday for a year would be christmas, and like someone who's got something in his eye. TK responds with a breathy “I can’t wait to see you when I get back”, before sliding the door shut behind him, and Carlos heads back to a bed that could have just as easily been a pink cloud floating around way above the Austin skyline, he wouldn't have known the difference.

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💍 What about Rooster and Mrs Bradshaw celebrating one of their child's birthday with all of the squadron there, I think it would be so cute 😍

Happy birthday btw, I hope you're having an amazing day ❤️

(Sorry if my english is bad, not my first language😖)

For the 2K/Birthday Celebration!

(Your English is perfect, Anon! I hope you enjoy! ❤️)

“Smile, Goose! Goose! Over here, honey!” Penny called, holding up her cell phone and trying to snap a clear photograph.

“Goose, look at Aunt Penny! Smile for Aunt Penny, baby,” you cooed in a sing-song voice, pointing towards the camera.

“Come on, buddy,” Bradley said encouragingly, squeezing your son’s stomach playfully. “One big smile for the paparazzi.”

You and Bradley were squatting on either side of Goose’s high chair, trying as hard as you possibly could to get your son to look up so that you could get a nice family picture to commemorate his first birthday. But it was hopeless. Your son had no interest in anything besides the cake that was sitting in front of him, which he was currently digging his fingers into.

“Maybe we should try taking the cake away,” you whispered over Goose’s head, blowing a lock of hair out of your face as you looked over at your husband.

“A suicide mission if I’ve ever heard,” Bradley grimaced, glancing down at the slice of cake, which was now being crushed in both of Goose’s chubby fists.

Sighing softly, you glanced up. “It’s okay, Penny. I’m sure the candids you got are great,” you told her, starting to rise from your position on the grass.

Penny had been gracious enough to host Goose’s first birthday party in her beautifully manicured backyard. She’d insisted on it, in fact. You, Penny, and Amelia had spent all morning decorating—you’d unsurprisingly decided to go with an aviator theme—while Bradley and Mav had prepared all the food on the grill. Your friends had all cleared their schedules to make sure they were available to celebrate the first Dagger Squad baby’s birthday.

“Oh, no, we’ll get it!” Penny insisted, waving you back to your spot. “Goose!” she called again, waving her hand over her head to try to get his attention.

“Baby Bradshaw, you are just as stubborn as your old man,” Hangman smirked, walking over to get a closer view of your failed attempts to capture your son’s attention.

“Oh, shut up,” Phoenix laughed, smacking his stomach as she stepped up beside him. She and Jake had returned from their honeymoon just in time to make it to Goose’s birthday party. “Goose! Look over here at Aunt Phoenix and Uncle Bagman!” she called out, waving her hands over her head.

“Phoenix! He’s going to seriously think that’s my name!” Hangman groaned, waving his hands above his wife’s head as well.

“You guys still haven’t gotten a picture?” Coyote laughed as he walked over, a plate filled with cookies in his hand.

“Seriously?” Payback asked, grinning and shaking his head.

“Come on, Goose! We’re waiting on you to eat cake!” Fanboy joked, stepping up on the other side of Penny and waving his hands in the air as well.

“With the grip he’s got on that thing, I don’t know if any of us are getting cake,” Bob chuckled, pointing at where Goose was now squishing his slice of cake beneath both hands.

“Alright, new mission, Dagger Squad,” you called out, standing up and resting your hands on your hips. “One of you has got to be able to get Goose’s attention. Extra cake for whoever can do it,” you told them with a grin.

Everyone immediately sprang into action, waving their hands and making silly faces and calling out Goose’s name over and over again.

“Come on, Goose, please. For us? For Mommy and Daddy?” Bradley begged, nudging Goose’s arm gently.

“C’mon, talk to me, Goose!” Mav’s voice suddenly boomed across the backyard, startling everyone else. He was standing on the back porch right behind where Penny was standing, waving one of Goose’s birthday gifts in the air. It was a toy jet, attached to a string so that Mav was able to whirl it around his head.

That finally caught your son’s attention. Lifting his head, his eyes crinkled as he smiled and let out a loud laugh. “Mav! Mav!” he cried, waving a frosting-covered hand in the air.

Gasping, Penny held up her cell phone. “Smile! Smile!” she exclaimed.

You and Bradley hurriedly leaned in closer to your son, smiling brightly as Penny snapped away.

“Beautiful!” she beamed, holding up her phone in success.

“That’s a good-looking family right there,” Payback noted with a smile, looking over Penny’s shoulder at the pictures she’d taken.

“Of course it’s Mav who gets the extra cake,” Hangman grumbled, earning another nudge from Phoenix.

“Thank you, Mav!” you called out, grinning widely at him.

“Saving the day, as always,” Bradley smiled, bending down to lift Goose out of his high chair. As soon as he did, however, your son reached up and smashed the cake he’d been holding into your husband’s face.

Everyone burst out laughing at the sight, including you, even as you grabbed a napkin to wipe his face.

“Oh, yeah, that’s your son alright, Bradshaw,” Hangman guffawed, shaking his head in amusement.

“That’s my son,” Bradley nodded, smiling affectionately. “Happy Birthday, Goose.”

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[austinstyles]

Boyfriend

Austin Butler x fem!reader.

I had @purejasmine suggested to me that I write a fanfic we’re the reader is older then Austin. So I decided to do just that. This fanfic has a 7 year age gap. And the reader has a daughter form a previous relationship.

y/d/n : your daughter name .

Warnings: kissing and spelling mistakes, divorce. Let me know if forgot anything.

Y/n pov

I love being a mom. I always thought I would have a family and a career. I did for full some of my dreams. I have my beautiful daughter, my love for her is so much. Me and her dad had great years together. But it came to a end when y/d/n turned 5 years old.

Me and my ex husband decided to separate. It was a peace full separation with no fights. We separated cause we wanted different things. We actually have shared custody.

I am know in a new relationship with my boyfriend Austin. We get along so well. I am happy i met him. Also he is a great guy and he treats y/d/n so nice.

He actually didn’t freak out when I told him I am a single mom sharing custody of my daughter with my ex.

And y/d/n loves to hang out with Austin. She is excited every time she gets to see him. I just love that my daughter and my boyfriend get along.

I just love how my life is going at the moment. I am so lucky to have Austin, and my daughter. The age gap between me and Austin isn’t that big to us. And people around us that know our relationship doesn’t think so either.

I am 39 and Austin is 32. And I actually didn’t think much of it when we started this relationship 5 months ago. When we start dating 5 months ago I was still 38 and Austin was still 31. Both our birthdays are in August.

I love everything about Austin. His kindness,  work ethic, eyes and his beautiful smile. Also I love the kindness that Austin has in his heart.

If you haven’t already guessed it I love my boyfriend and I love who he is as a person. And every time I am around him my heart just wants to burst out of my chest form happiness.

We both can have busy schedules but we always what to try and find time for each other. Every time we kiss it feels like sparks are flying everywhere. I never thought I would fell this love again in my life for another man. But I do, Austin makes me feel like I am the the most luckiest woman ever.

My daughter that is 10 years old, just loves Austin like he is her dad. (She still has a relationship with her birth father.) I love to see the great relationship that the two important people in my life has.

I love every moment I get with my daughter and Austin. And i can’t believe it has already been 5 months of dating Austin. It feels like we have been together longer.

We meet when I was in my process of divorce and we became friends. And then we start to date after some weeks of my divorce being finalized. And at the time my daughter was not aware of me dating Austin. But when o knew officially where are relationship was standing I told my daughter.

I am so happy that my daughter excepted me and Austin relationship. It might sound strange that I moved on quickly after my divorce. But I did and it worked out for me.

The love and passion we have for each other is amazing. And it is so powerful. You would think me and Austin were in a honeymoon period. It can sound like that, but this doesn’t feel like a honeymoon period for me.

In our relationship age is just a number. And some people have been shocked wen they hear I am older then my boyfriend. I don’t really think much of it to be honest, I love Austin no matter if he is younger or older then me.

I honestly hope this relationship doesn’t end any time soon. The love is like a burning flame that can’t be stopped between us. And I don’t want this flame to stop.

I just love how my life is going. I love the great mother day relationship I have with my little girl. And I love that y/d/n gets along with Austin. This moment in my life is going the way I want. And how knowns maybe in farther into the future me and Austin tie the not. I don’t know, but it could happen. But for now I am enjoying how this relationship is going.

All of that that I am feeling about my life, I just can’t ever explain enough how amazing I feel. This is my life and I love my life.

Austin makes me feel like my 20 year old self. And I love felling that way. I love Austin so much. I love the time I have with Austin and y/d/n.

I can’t ever thank Austin enough for how amazing he makes me feel. The passion that we have is so real. And the passion in the kissing is so extraordinary.

And I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have Austin Butler love me for me.

Thank you Austin for everything you ever brought into my life. And thanks for loving my little beautiful girl. This is the life I get to have and I am so thankful.

I can’t believe I could ever have 2 different soulmate in my life. That is what my life feels like. I was lucky to have 2 different soulmate in my life.

It feels like all my passion is never going away for Austin.

Thanks for reading. Sorry this is short . I am going to try writing longe once at times. But I feel good about this fanfic. Thanks again @purejasmine for your idea of writing this. Hope you enjoyed reading this. Also I have more fanfics to come that I am working on. Also my request are open. And hope everyone has a great day. Take care.

🩷😃👍🏻🖤🌸

Grace

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[zcorners120]

Hii! Could I maybe request a fluff story with Charles and reader where they are in Relationship but because of Charles's carrer they are always away from each other? Kind based on James Arthur's song, Car's outside (you can add a little bit of angst too if you would like but please give me a happy ending)

of course! i literally love this song, it's so good to imagine scenarios too hehe :D <3

charles leclerc x reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; charles' career is too demanding, and causes some ripples in your relationship.

warnings; angst, swearing, mentions of sex

You and Charles have been together 6 months. 6 Months where you shared laughter, happiness, joy, intimacy and the best times together. For the past month or two, this hasn't been the case.

Sure, you might have passed the honeymoon stage a while ago with the exhilarating firsts of a new relationship, but even after that you were still madly in love. These new arguments started popping up as though you were playing whack-a-mole. Every time you thought you squashed a challenge together, another popped up.

Even though you'd love to say that these problems come from both of you, you can't lie; they only come from Charles. You both live in Monaco in your separate, respective apartments but you spend most of your time in Charles', having a key for each other's places.

You sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for his arrival from the Canadian GP. You hear the door open, and the lock click as you rise from the room.

"Charles?" You call out, seeing him in the kitchen.

"Bonsoir, Cherie." He says, his voice slightly wavering. He was tipsy.

"Charles are you drunk again?" You question him, but already know the answer.

"No. Not at all." He says, waving his finger around. "Show me some love Cheriee, in the bedroom." He slightly slurs his words, smirking.

"Charles, just go to sleep. I haven't seen you properly in two weeks and you show up drunk, asking for sex." You basically say to yourself, knowing that he wasn't listening.

"Look, I'm not drunk. I've sobered up a lot." He clears his throat, deeming himself more presentable.

"I don't want to feel like your fucktoy, and that you only come to me when you've had a hard time at a race, because otherwise I don't see you." You admit, spilling your truth.

"Look, that's my fault. Being at the races, it's demanding, you know I see you when I can." He comes forward to the counter, where you stand on the opposite side.

"I say 'Goodbye and good luck.' to you so many times, it's become my catchphrase." You argue, trying to show his lack of quality time for you.

"You know I'd rather stay and hold you than catch 3 flights, but I can't do anything to change that." He retaliated, throwing his arms up.

"You don't even unpack your bags anymore, that's how often you leave me." You whispered, feeling your voice start to crack.

"I'm here tomorrow and the day after. We have two days and that's time isn't it?" He tried to compensate, rushing towards you.

"Yeah, two days that you'll spend training in the gym, at the academy, in meetings. Charles, I am not one to complain about not receiving attention, but this is ridiculous." You listed his schedule off the bat, trying to explain yourself as you didn't want to seem too attached.

"Look, I'm sorry. Trust me when I say that I hate to think of you sleeping alone without me." He took your hand in his, pleading you with your eyes.

"Charles, I just don't think it's going to work out this way. You know I love you, but I can't take this anymore." You felt the tears well up, just as one falls down your cheek you start to walk away.

"Y/N, don't. We can work this out." He begs, as you hear him call out from behind you.

"No, Charles. You can work this out. I'm finished, and I'm sorry. Je t'aime." You stood your ground, opening the door and leaving. The final words are what stung you both the most, as you walk into the elevator the tears didn't stop.

He had called, texted, and even came to your apartment. You ignored him, knowing that you both need some space and time to process everything. It hurt, and hurt bad. Like a knife being twisted around in your stomach as you stayed in bed, crying.

Charles had given up trying to contact you as he was leaving for the airport. He was officially numb, and knew you needed time. He was no longer excited and jittery about the race, but just felt detached from reality, inside and out.

He stared at the four corners of the hotel room, it's bland interior setting the usual dull mood on him. He sat on the bed, thinking of the times he would run his phone bill up, just from talking to you all the time. It was a unfamiliar feeling, not talking to you for so long.

He had two days for the race, and thought; 'Fuck it.' He went back to the airport and booked a flight back to Monaco. He finally came to his senses, and decided he didn't want to leave you anymore.

"Ma belle, are you home?" Rushing from the airport into a taxi, he spent no time by opening your door straight away into your bedroom.

You sat up from the cocoon you had made with your blankets, and looked to see a relieved Charles in the doorway.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a race-" You looked at him astonished, before he cut you off and sat down next to you on the bed.

"I'm not going unless you pack your bags and come with me. I'm tired of loving you so much from far away. Close the windows and lock the doors, don't wanna leave you anymore." He rambled, not caring that his decision was irrational.

"I'm coming. I love you Charles." You pull him into a hug straight away, knowing you'll no longer have to argue, but be right by his side at all his races.

"I love you too, mon ange." He breathed out, relieved as he pulled you in for a kiss.

From then on the silly arguments stopped, as he learnt to split his time from working and being with you. And the media of course loved seeing you with Charles at his races, hand in hand.

A/N; hope i did alright eeek, keep the requests coming :P

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[bengiyo]

Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse Ep 2 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Yesterday, we returned to The Eclipse and saw our student prefect boys and their boyfriends. We got to enjoy Akk and Ayan’s honeymoon camping trip before returning to the world and stumbling over some of their fundamental differences. Kan and Thua are being cute, but Thua would much prefer they engage in activities GMMTV is not brave enough to show. We all got to lament that Akk and Kan are still fantasizing about their boyfriends rather than engaging with them directly about what they want from each other. Wat is that film friend who definitely made a watch list for Akk that included Brokeback Mountain (and which I hope includes Big Eden (2000)). Namo is here, proving that Pawin was the primary scheduling conflict for Our Skyy 2.

On the political front, Golf continued to explore the ideas of the private and the public, and how these two impact each other. We also got to appreciate Golf’s deep love for Thai cinema itself. Finally, Golf continues to voice their frustration for what we might call keyboard warriors.

I’m having a great time, despite my need to voice my own issues with how we talk about these shows earlier.

I can’t listen to this intro anymore. I’m skipping it for the rest of Our Skyy 2.

I don’t want to get flagged, so I’m just gonna say I noticed how flexible Khaotun’s back is.

These two are so fun when they’re being sweet with each other. I hope Akk gets better at telling Ayan that’s what he likes best.

Love Wat and Namo teasing all of them. Ayan’s satisfied smirk at Kan and Thua spending the night together was priceless.

I love how meta Golf can be sometimes. “They’re talking about caring too much about others versus caring only about themselves…but it’s still the same story as before.” Also, Pawin is available. Please hire him.

Khaotun and First are so incredibly expressive, and you can feel how easily the emotions flow between them. You can see Akk and Ayan choosing each other even as they don’t know how to get past this fundamental disagreement they’re having.

“I think people hate or are afraid of something because they don’t really understand it.” “We’re so happy to be a part of your stupid dream.” GOLF IS COMING FOR NECKS!

Love seeing gay people on bicycles.

I’m enjoying the way these two kiss. It’s been satisfying. First and Khaotung follow through on the physicality between their characters after the lips stop touching so you know how they’re feeling.

I kinda like this brown outfit they put Thua in.

I feel like the others maybe know that Ayan has a surprise planned for Akk?

Akk, baby boy, it’s okay for you to tell your boyfriend that you want him around on your special day. So sad that it’ll be years before he stops putting everyone before himself.

Namo said You Can’t Text Message Breakup.

I’m sorry, but there should not be this much discussion at the urinal. Also, don’t touch your friend after using the urinal.

I love that Golf always cameos in their work.

There’s a kid from Niyomsil school here? I now need to investigate the history of Golf’s friendship with Au.

Okay, I cried a bit at Wat’s stunned reaction to winning an award.

I love film festivals so much!!

First is a great crier, but I still don’t like the birthday surprise trope.

Oh good. The friends knew about the surprise.

Sani smiling fondly at the boys also was an excellent choice.

I continue to love the text-level messaging in this show. You have to keep going even if you don’t know if there’s light at the end of the tunnel because you’ve done it before. You can do it again. You will do it again. That felt so honest from Kan.

I like how far along Kan and Thua have come, and I hope Thua gets the relationship he wants from Kan.

I have a lot of hopes for Akk and Ayan. They’re going to deal with long-distance romance and the continued difficulties of their perspectives, but the bond between them feels real.

They really gave us a shower scene and a domestic montage. We eatin’ good today.

Oh, I enjoyed that final “I love you” bed scene into a very suggestive removal of a shirt makeout and purposeful thigh grab. Very excited to see what First and Khaotung deliver in Only Friends.

Vice Versa next week with a secret baby trope. So…I guess that’s happening.

Final Verdict: 9, Recommended. I continued to enjoy what Golf was doing with this cast and characters. I loved how imperfect everyone felt here, but the desire to be more together lands clearly for me. Khaotung and First continue to be two of my favorite GMMTV actors, and I like how well they work together. I’m going to miss seeing Neo and Louis together, but I hope they keep up the good work this year. If you enjoyed The Eclipse, I think you’ll be satisfied by this special.

#our skyy 2 #the eclipse series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[smoooothoperator]

WE NEED PIERRE AND ANNELISE PREGNANT!!!

Can you write something about them finding out they are pregnant with their first baby boy? 🥺🥺

Pleaaaaase 🥹🥹🥹🥹

It was three years after they got together officially and one after they got married.

They didn't talk about it, about having kids, but it was too obvious since the first time she spent holidays with his family. The way both of them took care of Pierre's nephew without complaining was a silent statement of what they wanted.

At their wedding many people asked them about kids, about their future. Her career is on the best moment ever, having a long term contract with Marvel, a role on the upcoming Avatar movies and other small movies, and Pierre was happy working on Alpine. So they never thought about it, never tried for it.

It was summer of 2026. They went to The Maldives, enjoying she had a long break of recording and he was on the summer break, so they could make their official honeymoon. They shared nights of passion, making love on every corner of the luxurious house, not caring about anything.

Secretly, both of them wanted to make it, they wanted a baby. She talked with her doctor a month before the trip and got out of the pill, and he went to the doctor to do some tests, making sure everything was alright. They wanted it, and they felt it was the right moment.

"Pierre" she whisper, turning around on the bed and looking at him. "I have to tell you something"

He opened his eyes slowly and yawned, looking at her and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"What is it, Lis?" he whispered, playing with the golden wedding ring on her finger.

"I... I did something" she sighed. She can't keep it secret anymore. "I stopped taking the pill"

Pierre sat straight, looking down at her. She stopped taking the pills. They have been making love without protection.

"W-what?" He mumbled.

"I wanted to try" she whisper nervous. "I... I want a baby. But I could never find a way to telling you! I'm sorry if I made a mistake..."

"I want it too" he said. "I really want a baby with you. But... God, Lis. Why you didn't told me?"

"I don't know!" she sighed.

"Well... I went to the doctor too" he confessed, laying on the bed with his upper body on top of her, kissing her cheek. "If we didn't made a baby this last days we should keep going, hm?"

She looked up at him and smiled wide, kissing him.

They forgot about it, not really wanting to try hard. They just kept it natural, checking if everything was alright, sometimes taking tests when she felt nauseous, but not a single positive yet.

It was just two months of them knowing they wanted a baby, when she started to feel bad. Not morning sickness, but feeling weak and nauseous everytime she smelled something. They weren't connecting the dots, not thinking that maybe they were pregnant. But she just got excited when she checked her schedule and saw that it two months she didn't noted that she had her period.

"Pierre?" she called him, making him show his head on the door frame of their room. "I think I want to try a test again"

It became one of their favorite moments, but at the same time the least ones. Both of them cuddling on the bed while waiting to the result.

She took a deep breath, grabbing two boxes from under the sink and looking at them, peeing on it. After that she just went to the bed and leaned on Pierre, leaving the sticks on the bed upside down.

"If it's not positive is okay, yeah?" he whispered on her ear. "We will keep trying"

"But I'm tired, Pierre" she sighed.

When the alarm on his phone turned on he sighed, grabbing the stickers and looking at them, then at Annelise.

"You want me to watch first?" he asked kissing her temple.

She nodded and sighed, biting her nails nervous. Pierre looked at the small screen of it, a smile getting bigger when he read 'Pregnant' on both sticks.

"Really?" she gasped when she saw him nod. "Oh my god!"

Pierre laughed dando hug her, staying on top of her while his kisses travelled down to her stomach.

"Hello my baby" he whispered with haolg tears in his eyes. "I'm your dad"

#f1 #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 drabble #formula 1 x reader #pierre gasly #pierre gasly blurb #pierre gasly x reader

[thesnarkfamily]

GENDER REVEAL + BIRTH STORY

Yes, I said GENDER REVEAL! Hayden and I were blessed with a honeymoon baby! We waited until the last few weeks of the pregnancy to find out the gender... we probably won't be waiting that long again if we do another. We got so many gifts from everyone that we will only end up needing to buy boy clothes later on!

As you can see, Hayden and I were both wrong. I did wear some pink so maybe I could get away with being right somewhat lol. Are you eagled-eyed? Hayden couldn't find any blue so he wore his suit from our wedding. I couldn't help but start crying. At that moment, all I could think was seeing her and holding her in my arms. Truly all I can do is praise the Lord for this blessing he has given us so quickly.

Shoutout to my wonderful sister Lilah for the photos and also for planning this reveal for us. She used the upstairs of her bakery for the sets and redid the downstairs to fit us all. She wore pink so maybe I should have guessed pink. She's never been wrong even while growing up. Her fiancé wore blue so we couldn't tell who was right.

This room used to be the old storage room for the bakery but they've since moved it into a bigger room. The walls were already pink leaving it a great room for a baby girl reveal!

Look at this wonderful set she put together! Not to forget the cake they both made for us! Look at my handsome husband, Jesus really blessed me with exactly what I prayed for all those years. Spoiler alert he is an incredible dad. He keeps her busy when he gets home from work letting me make dinner and relax. We worked out a great schedule where I make dinner and eat and then I can feed our baby girl.

I guess I should stop beating around the bush and finally get to the birth story! To start, there are no pictures to go along with this part. Afterwards, looking at the pictures though they are amazing I do not feel comfortable sharing that much of my body online {aka your creator didn't feel like taking them}. I started having pretty intense and close-together contractions around 4:30 a.m. Luckily, my midwife lives only less than a 3-minute drive away. By the time she checked, I was already 4 centimeters dilated. I felt most comfortable using a yoga ball when I was not I was laid out on our bed (with plastic laid out to help minimize the amount of laundry). At that moment it felt like days but at 9:26 a.m. Amethyst Faith Snark was born. Praise the Lord for the birth going as smoothly as it did. I couldn't have done it without Hayden by my side. He kept just asking me if I needed anything and would immediately let me squeeze his hand during contractions. During really bad contractions he would pray for me right then. (Also another big thanks to my wonderful sister for helping around the house for a bit even while she plans her wedding!)

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[azedakude]

Can I have Josuke x fem!reader spending a whole day together and reader receiving a lot of kisses, hugs, and affirmative words from Josuke? I love sweet Josuke >///<

And maybe reader is so lucky to see Josuke with his hair down :3

❁ 𐑮𐑮 ¡note 𖥻 autor!﹆ hewwo little hooman!, firts of all, im so sorry for the long wait!! ♡ i was so inactive here (bc of school) and,, of course i can do this idea for you! is so beautiful and lovely!!, i love Josuke too <3 i hope you like this fic !! (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) have a great night / day / midnight / whatever !!★

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Summer vacation had already begun, the heat in Morioh approaching twice as fast. Josuke and you spent day, night and afternoon planning dates, meetings, walks and casual meetings to see each other more often on this vacation. “i have an idea!” Josuke snapped.

“how about we go for a walk and have a picnic in the beach?” he asked, eager to hear what you think. “i think it's a good idea, do you want me to bring something specific to eat?” you said, excited to carry out said idea.

Josuke blushed with excitement, because of school and different schedules, you two hadn't had enough time to date, and right now you have one! how beautiful moment! ♡ “well, I think a cold drink and a couple of muffins wouldn't hurt... I'll go home quickly, so I can look for the rest of the things!” Josuke exclaimed, excited.

You two agreed to meet at 3:15 pm on the beach with all the necessary things for the picnic. As usual, you went home and got ready; you did your skincare, bathed, perfumed yourself and put on your best summer clothes. You put on a knee-length white dress with a Hawaiian flower design, a pair of white sandals, with a little heel, and a very beautiful straw hat to avoid getting insolated.

Your mother gave you extra money, you bought a drink, cupcakes and a couple of ice creams to take to the date as well. While you were walking slowly, you saw Josuke go down the street in front; with his mother's car, slowly approaching you. “oh, how beautiful you look, honeymoon!”, he said her with complete sincerity, accompanied by a flirtatious tone.

“i was about to go to your house to pick you up, would you do me the favor of coming up, beautiful girl?” he politely opened the passenger door for you, then gestured for you to get in the car, and you got in and closed the door hard enough to be sure it wouldn't open again, just for safety. After that, you two headed to the beach. They were talking about school stuff, Okuyasu, your mother, the relationship and more dates that you two would probably go on.

When you two got to the beach, the sun was under their heads, Josuke got out of the car first, took the things out of the trunk and came to your door; he opened it and let you pass free so you can get out of the car. “would you do me the honor, my love?”

You grabbed your bag with the drinks and food, got out of the car and thanked Josuke. In an unsuspecting moment, Josuke took advantage and gave you a little spanking. You laughed at the audacity, and then turned around and kissed Josuke on the cheek.

“you will only receive this kiss for now, for bad behavior” you exclaimed. Josuke didn't complain, but he quickly took your hand and you two walked to the beach. “you still love me, darling?“ he asked. You say yes, with a little funny laugh.

You two sat on the sand, ate the muffins, drank apple juice and talked about your feelings, thoughts, aspirations and hobbies. This kind of deep talk made Josuke madly in love, he loved being able to get to know you at such a level of intimacy. In a moment of comfortable silence, Josuke slowly took your hand, caressed it and brought it to his chest; you hear his heart rate.

Josuke took a breath and began to confess his thoughts as well. “you know, sweetie, Y/N... I really love being able to talk about these topics with you, I really like that we're not just an ordinary or common couple... you know?... I mean... I really like that you feel confident with me to share your dreams and goals, it really makes me feel connected with you.. it makes me feel truly in love with you..” his heart began to beat faster and faster, Josuke really was in love with you. "It never happened to me to feel like this for a girl... less with a woman like you... dreamy, sweet, spectacular, loving, great, sentimental, humorous...”

He was left empty and speechless for a second, searching for the ideal word to be able to describe you "... just perfect to my eyes" he declared.. Your cheeks started to blush, your heart was also beating a thousand miles an hour, and you really felt in the clouds, it was a really beautiful feeling, with a boy like Josuke telling you this kind of thing..

It was just the ideal date, the ideal moment, everything was beautiful... Josuke blushed completely and he felt really daring to ask you something so simple for a couple.. “honeymoon, can i kiss you?” he asked with a little of shame in his eyes.

You only slowly closed your eyes, your body approached by itself, and Josuke understood at the moment, he responded to the kiss with calm and pure love.

He placed his hand on your cheek to minimally deepen the kiss, you felt as if your two souls were merging and dancing to the beat, it really was a beautiful and euphoric feeling.

The kiss lasted a few minutes, but it seemed eternal for the two of you, slowly, Josuke moved away from the kiss and opened his eyes, you also did the same. You two stared at each other for a few seconds; Josuke's angelic eyes were full of love.

He brought his arms closer to your hip, bringing you closer to his chest to be able to hug you, gently, but at the same time with authority. “i really, really love you, darling” he confess to you.

The hug was unique, eternal, it was peaceful for your soul, to the point of being able to enrich it. You began to cuddle Josuke's back, closing your eyes, feeling united and truly loved thanks to the hug, you let out a sigh full of happiness. “im happy with you” you think.

You didn't say your thought out loud, because the silence was enriching and completely comfortable for the two of you, you didn't want to ruin the moment.. But it was more than clear that Josuke knew that you were more than happy.

You two were together, that was beautiful, it filled you with happiness and confidence, that was enough.

You love him, and he loves you.

#josuke x reader #female reader #x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #sfw #female gender

[tom-whore-dleston]

👗 Do you think Simu would ever propose to Honey? If so...what would everything (from ring to wedding venue to maybe honeymoon destination) look like?

Dress me up👗 - Send me any scenarios or concepts that you envision for any of my AUs (Teach Me Tonight, Honey Baby, The Avengers Sweethearts) and I will write a drabble or head canon for them

Pairing: !sugar daddy Simu Liu x f. reader

Warnings: fluff, marriage/wedding, mentions of sex - if I missed anything, let me know

Summary: Headcanons of how you and Simu get married

Word Count: 450

Notes: I am so sorry this came out so late 😭 I was overthinking this concept a lot but I finally just said "fuck it, it doesn't need to be perfect or hit a word count, etc" and went with where my thots took me lol I hope the wholesome vibes make up for the long wait. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

Read more from Honey Baby AU

Barbie and the 900 Followers Celebration is closed. Thank you to everyone who participated!💕

You and Simu haven’t been dating for very long, but he knew right away that you were the one and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. On your end, you felt the same way.

However, Simu wanted you to settle into your acting career before making any big moves. Once you landed the role of your dream, that was when he saw his chance to propose.

You had been anticipating that Simu was going to propose. He asked you to cancel any plans you had on a certain Friday night. Additionally, your friends randomly took you to get your hair and nails done the day before those scheduled plans. It was even weirder that your parents closed the boba shop earlier on that day.

So when Simu knelt down on one knee with your hand in his, your eyes welled up with the happiest tears you have ever shed in your life. You were tempted to cut him off before he could have the chance to ask you the big question, but you didn’t want to spoil the moment he most likely spent a long time preparing for.

“Will you do the honor of making me the happiest man and marry me?” Simu questioned, choking over his words.

“Yes! A million times yes!” Simu jumped to his feet, immediately sweeping you off the ground and spinning you in the air. All of your friends and family cheered and captured this sweet moment on their cameras and phones.

When Simu proposed, he didn’t have a ring yet because he wanted to take you shopping for one that would be perfect for you. After spending many hours at the jeweler, you finally settled on a ring that both of you loved. He's a gentleman like that lol

The wedding was fairytale themed, just like you had dreamed of since you were a child. The bridesmaids and groomsmen all wore pink with gold accents. Per Simu’s request, the groomsmen wore their dress shirts unbuttoned to expose the matching chains Simu gifted them.

Your honeymoon took place in Italy. You stayed in a luxurious suite and you can probably guess what went on in the suite. During the times you weren't messing around in the room, you and Simu explored the city, visiting all the gorgeous sites you had dreamt of seeing in person. His favorite part of the honeymoon was seeing your eyes light up while taking in the scenery.

You would have never in your wildest dreams thought you would marry the man you have looked up to. But you were happy to be spending your life with someone who is equally as in love with you

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[rose-likesto-write]

In love with you..

Pairing: Kim Seon Ho x fem reader

Genre: Fluff, humor?, suggestive (?)

AU!: Domestic Au, Married couple, honeymoon

Warning(s): cringest fluff, pet names, mention of drug (not in actually sense of taking it)

Rating: T

A/N: Welcome to all, to another episode of 'what the heck I have written!' Dear anon who requested this, I really hope that you will like it and I am sorry if by any chance this isn't what you wanted. Please do send me your feedbacks! Have a great day.

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“You may kiss the bride”

“Seon Ho Love, what are you thinking?” A shy voice broke the said man’s trance before a soft smile appeared on his face.

“Nothing love, just can’t imagine that finally we are together after so long and we just got married a few hours ago. Damn, time flies so fast” He stood up before wrapping his arms around your waist before leaving a few wet kisses on your neck making you giggle and turned around in his arms pecking his nose. “Damn, you have a lot of energy left uh? I am still tired and plus, the packing is also remaining.”

“We don’t need to pack love!!”

“Why? Are we gonna wear the same stuff for days there?”

“Well, There is no need. I had booked a private water villa and beach for us. So, that means if you wanna go wild and be na-

“KIM SEON HO!!! What's wrong with you?” You playfully smack his shoulder that made you earn an ‘ouch’ from him.

“I am sorry baby, if that made you uncomfortable, what I meant to say is that if you want we take a few clothes, maybe some from there. I don’t want you to be so tired” He said with a pout.

“I am okay love but we literally spent so much money on clothes and stuff and now not taking them would be a waste. You know, how much I want to click those cute couple aesthetic pictures with you and have our own special break.”

After packing your stuff with Seonho being a helpful as well as unhelpful hand, you both fell asleep as if someone drugged you both.

It was SeonHo who woke up to the golden rays shining brightly on his eyes. He smiled when he saw your cutely parted lips and kissed your nose. He then turned to see what was the time only to-

“Y/N!!! Y/N!!” he started screaming your name and pushing your shoulders before a small groan left from your mouth. “Jagi, what happen-

“We will miss the FLIGHT!” Thats it now, you too were wide awake and started panicking.

“H-how m-much time is left?” You all were rushing with the regular dentary and toiletry routines. “Precisely, 2 hours 5 mins left. We need to hurry.”

As the two of you were rushing down to the lobby, the manager stopped you. “Sir, ma’am. Is everything okay? You are leaving early?”

“Well our flight is sche-

“Sir, its scheduled for 10 pm. I even informed you right? Unless, the plans might h-

“Honey, he is right. The flight is scheduled for 10 pm instead of 10 am.” You said while stifling a laugh and showed him the time.

He gave an embarrassed smile and apologised before you headed back to your room. “Baby, I am so sorry. I-

“Its okay love and I had already taken a painkiller for my headache so the effect is still present. I think you are still in the thought process of yesterday’s movie.” You said while laughing, making him more embarrassed.

Finally, you boarded the plane and reached your destination.

The pleasant breeze hit your face making you shudder a bit but at the same time you felt relieved and relaxed. A small click sound was heard and you opened your eyes to see your husband taking pictures of you. “Hey, you need to tell me before clicking pictures so that I can be ready.”

He smiled at you before intertwining your hands together. “You already look so picture perfect and plus, your simple, naturally relaxed face won’t come if I already told you.”

You shook your head and said, “Why don’t we take a selfie together?” He nodded and as you were about to click a picture, “You kissed his cheek before running inside. 

He took a minute to process before running after you and behold the great tom and jerry game began.

After about the 10 minutes of mindless chase did you came in his hands and he made sure that you stay in that position.

He held your hands above your head and gently pushed you into the bed with a comfortable silence taking place. "Well, this position is so good that I won't get bored enough." He said with a cheeky smile making you blush.

Before you could say anything further, he placed his right hand's index finger over your lips, "shush.." and then he gently trailed his finger all over your face with ever so slightly pressing his thumb pad at times on your eyes, cheeks and your lips.

Feeling a bit confident, he took a risk and started trailing his hand over your body and checked if you felt uncomfortable in anyway. "S-seon, do s-something please", you said and gave the best pleading look.

He gave you a soft smile before teasing your soft lips with his, making you whine. "Kim S-

That's when he pulled you into a soft kissing session which grew more heated, the room was filled with wet kissing noises and you took the opportunity to hit his lower lip and to dominate the kiss but sadly, you couldn't win as his right hand was still on your body which was distracting you from your mission. He released your arms and cupped your face, pulling you as closer as possible and your hands found home in his soft locks.

As much as you both were enjoying your little makeout session but your lungs were severely deprived of oxygen, making you both break the kiss.

 I mean that's what you thought that your lungs were oxygen deprived but this wasn't his case, as soon as he broke the kiss he started attacking your neck with butterfly kisses making you squirm and giving him more access, which made him smile. Knowing how sensitive your neck is, he gave a butterfly kiss before licking the area, gently sucked and bite it before he again repeated his actions making you pull his hair. "Jagi, is i-

"Please, don't stop."  Gladly, he didn't stop and rather his ministrations grew more because he wanted to hear more of your gasps and soft whines of his name which were making him more confident and aroused as well. His heart was swelling with pride that he was the one making you so impatient and whiny from small yet meaningful touches.

While he was busy creating miniature arts on your neck and jaw, his hands were creating new sensations. The delicate touches with slight lingering ones and pinching ones were making you get more aroused with every second, your whole body became a puppet under his charm and control.

"You know, it's hard to control myself when you are looking this gorgeous underneath me and the way my shirt is hugging your body." You smiled before placing his hands once over on your chest and the side of your thigh. "Did you realise something?" You said with a small smirk.

He gave you a confused look before his ears turned red. "I didn't realise that y-

"I am practically naked with you. Guess, I secretly fulfilled your fantasy of being wild and naked."

"I didn't m-mean t-to "Babe, listen… As much as you what me, I want you in the same way and since we were in the middle of it, that's why I told you, okay? But weren't you dominant like a few sec-

He bit over on your chest and licked through the shirt making you gasp, "I still in the position to have a hold over you princess and I am in the thought of not stopping."

"Then don't stop" you whispered and pulled him for another heated kiss while the moon and stars knew it was just the beginning.

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Dating Tom Hiddleston Would Include

You’d meet through friends. 

His friends were determined to set him up with someone but his dates hadn’t gone that well.

Until he met you. 

You have him transfixed in the first five seconds. 

And he doesnt want the night to end. 

He’d walk you home. 

And he’d definitely ask before he kissed you. 

It would be tender and loving and all you could think about for weeks. 

He’d call the very next day. 

He was definitely the type to wine and dine. 

And he’d never let you pay. 

So you would just have to show him how appreciative you are.

‘Are you sure? I mean if you-’ ‘Tom just shut up and take your pants off.’ 

After that, he cannot keep his hands off of you. 

He loves having you nearby. 

He always has his arm around your shoulder, his fingers touching any bit of bare skin he can. 

And he is such a tease. 

He loves to whisper something naughty in your ear when you’re at some function or press night. 

He loves singing and dancing in the kitchen.

And he loves cooking for you. 

And spending his nights debating anything and everything with you.

He’d love to take you to the theatre. It was date night with the added fun of debate [he’s a theatre nerd for sure]. 

You don’t realise just how good you have it until he’s away for work.

But he’d definitely bring you out to see him whenever your schedule would allow. 

And seeing him work can be the hottest thing ever because some of his characters are the polar opposite of him.

‘Did you like watching me at work today?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Is that why you couldn’t stop squirming in your seat?’ ‘Maybe.’ ‘Maybe I can find you something better to sit on.’ ‘Thomas!’

You wouldn’t officially decide to move in together. 

You just sorta stayed over one night and never left. 

Eventually, he’d just say fuck it and make you move all your stuff to his. 

He’s desperate to get married and start a family. 

But he’d 100% wait until you were ready. 

And once he knew he’d take you totally by surprise. 

He’d love to plan the wedding. 

Basically the only bit he wasnt involved in was your dress. 

And he’d love to introduce you as ‘my wife’.

Your honeymoon would be a once-in-a-lifetime treat. 

And definitely designed so that you didn't have to leave your room to enjoy the view. 

He’d knock you up pretty much straight away. 

But you didn’t care. 

He’d be the greatest help when you were pregnant. 

He’d go all out decorating the nursery, catering to your every need, and making sure he was prepped for the delivery. 

And he would take to being a dad straight away. 

You’d love to watch him with your bundle of joy. 

Singing them to sleep. Endless hours of playing. Piggyback rides. 

He’d want more than one.

And soon your life would be nappies, bottles and children's TV. 

But he would never forget to single out time for the both of you. 

He’d whisk you for a night away every few months or so. 

And he’d always remember to tell you how much he appreciated and loved you. And that you and the kids were his world. 

And you’d never once doubt him.

THIS IS PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE. I’LL BE POSTING AN IMAGINE EVERDAY FROM 1ST - 25TH DECEMBER. THIS AND ALL IMAGINES WILL BE UPLOADED IN THE LINK POSTED DAY BY DAY.

ADVENT CALENDAR OF IMAGINES

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[thesmallworldofsamizayn]

getting dragged ass-backwards into a new obsession is always such a trip cause for me there’s no consistency in quality or sophistication no matter what’s gone before. if the vibes are right and i can physically feel the thing filling out the little holes in my head and supplying energy to my blood then that is it, over for me. and when that thing is succession or the beatles it’s like being in a power couple, like i can say all the hyperbole i feel and it doesn’t feel stupid because the world at large agrees, and i know that i’ve dedicated my energy to something genuinely great. sure i have to affect some dumbassery to be like ‘my brain has been colonised by a tv show’, but at least it’s a tv show that has been compared countless times to shakespeare, you know. but then when it’s the gay pirate show or, wrestling, and it’s exactly the same emotional process, there’s a bit of my brain now constantly going omg stop stopppp this is dumb it’s not that good it’s not that deeep. but that doesn’t make a difference cause i’m still spending all those hours in the evening burying myself in the videos and the fic and the online community like a mouse that’s discovered a new kind of cheese and cannot get enough. or a new drug maybe. and when i walk around with the fresh obsession in my head it’s like the honeymoon phase in a crush with the sky looking just a bit bluer. like there’s really no feeling quite like it for me, and even knowing all the negatives associated with it (procrastination devastation, bad sleep schedule, annoying my friends for the next months-years) i just cannot fight the sheer giddy joy of wrapping myself up in a new obsession once i know it’s hit. and the absurdity of that process happening to me pretty much consistently every few months since i was eleven is really apparent when the thing i am wrapping myself up in is not kendall roy, top character of all time, and all the genuinely high quality fanfic succession seems to inspire, but undisputed tag team champions sami zayn and kevin owens.

tl;dr: “good for you or sorry that happened”

#now i'll take this opportunity to annoy my friends #they have been soulmates and rivals for TWENTY YEARS in REALITY. that's nuts people #across 2 kayfabe personas for sami #they just love fighting each other so much they can't stop doing it #this one is a mindfuck cause there is a fictional story of repeated betrayal and reconciliation that's obviously delicious and addictive #and there's also parasociality with the guys themselves who aren't as separate from their kayfabe roles as actors in a show or sth #you ever love someone so much you compulsively hit them with a chair and powerbomb them onto the apron