#one week left until I can see my hubby again

[elitegrayson]

Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to. 

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way. 

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

 “Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?” 

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night. 

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy. 

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else. 

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side. 

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm. 

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you. 

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

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[truthseeker-blogger]

*I thought it was time for an update*

Matt has been going to physical therapy twice a week since two weeks after his surgery.

I can talk about it now, but he had a hypertensive crisis on the operating table, his blood pressure was at 278 over 148, which could have caused a stroke or something much worse.

The nurse told me to get a blood pressure cuff and check his bp hourly and if he started slurring his speech or not acting himself, get him to the emergency room asap.

So, first the deck tried to take him out, then the operation itself, which took over an hour longer than normal. We were told usually it is just two pieces of the rotator cuff to put back together, but he had four that had to be stretched to bring together and drilled into bone, this I had not known about the procedure.

The doctor in his 35 years of doing this type of surgery hadn't seen anything like it. More than likely, someone with such a brutal traumatic injury never made it to need surgery.

Neither of us are comfortable with him getting surgery on the other shoulder. We are thankful and grateful he made it through this first surgery. The cortisone shot has helped tremendously on the second shoulder, and crossing our fingers it heals on its own.

Matt went back to work in a limited capacity several weeks ago, and as of yet, hasn't seen a paycheck, due to the fact we back owe Blue Cross/Blue Shield, as well as being in the hole for sick/vacation time, as well as only working 2 or 3 hours a day.

He has been sent home several times also, due to the fact, once the work he is capable of doing at the moment runs out, he can not be sent to another department, where he would be lifting heavy bucket and letter trays of mail.

He wants his doctor to release him to full duty, but I am against it, even though we are against the wall at the moment.

We both have had our moments of depression being in this new environment, be it the inconvenience of several people needing the bathroom, kitchen sink or stove at the same time.

Only having canned goods to eat, lack of water, since the water from the tap is undrinkable in our community. People do not realize what it is like to be without water, which costs money.

We are once again trying to find things to sell, though we have practically sold everything we possibly could.

But we are blessed to be here, the alternative would have been living in our vehicles.

I have enjoyed working with the local school system, attending to small children on the school bus daily.

Every day, a child makes a comment that makes me smile. I engage conversation with several, actually all of them, that wish to speak with me, especially the troubled ones.

I let them know I care, and it has settled down those that would otherwise be would be looking to cause problems on the bus just for attention.

Even though there is only 3 weeks left of school, unfortunately, I need to find another job, as the pay and hours are minimal.

I just do not want to let the children down, as they have gotten used to me and I them.

I realize things I say or do, will be a part of shaping these children in their lives. Knowing that makes me pleased I can be part of their growth. It's a role I do not take lightly.

Another bus monitor left and children have asked me what happened to her, I know change is difficult for them.

What do I say to them? Change is inevitable? Even though they are not my children, I do want to insulate them for some reason from something I can control.

On another front, our lawsuit can not proceed until we know to what degree hubby is able or unable to work to support himself and I, so it continues to be a wait and see.

So, we continue to hunker down and support one another and know God will see us through this time in which continued patience is a driving force.

I wish to thank those who continue to pray for us as well as messaging me to let me know you are thinking of us.

This means so much to us! It's amazing to know we are not forgotten, it makes my heart smile!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[luckyqueenreign]

Suresh Route Episode Summary: 36

LAST ONE BESTIES ... I HATE THIS TWO EPISODE A WEEK BS

Spoilers under the cut...

Alfie keeps looking at us...boy your answers aren't in my eyes. AVERT YOUR EYES!! this gave me SUCH season 5 Michael and Joanna vibes. "If you found what you were looking for you'd leave" Johnny/Nicolas keeps inserting himself into their chat...super annoying I wanted to slap him.

Dana asks you here what you think of Alfie staying and you can tell her you're happy, not happy, unsure...I told her me and alfie were NEVER going to happen so he was making a mistake. Just want to make it clear as day I want Suresh 😩

The islanders go help those losers pack...Meera gets all in her feelings that the public and Alfie dont like her so why should we? GIRLY YOURE RIGHT! WE DONT! again here you can be mean / nice. I will forever choose mean options with Meera...🤷‍♀️ she made an enemy out of me. Sorry not sorry. Kat says nice things to Meera 🙄 and the girls rally around her...BOO! but I guess gabi is right she is leaving. AHHH FOR 5 GEMS U CAN PUT MEERA IN HER PLACE!!! WORTH IT!

MEERA GEM SCENE - U can tell her off for being an absolute snake to you since casa, siding with Johnny/Nicolas, being an overall cow. It was great and you do get an apology out of her so worth it in my opinion

MC is left alone in the room with Johnny/Nicolas who is griping about all the drama with Meera/Alfie....this fucking guy🙄. but he tells you he wants to tell you all about his master plan and that he has dirt on your HUBBY...YOUR CHOICE IN WHO U MARRY MATTERS!!!!

Johnny/Nicolas GEM SCENE - I had Johnny so he talks about how much of a liar he is lol and how hes been fabricating stories for ages now...great so why should I believe anything u say now...he tells us how he was going to pick a girl or more than one and basically see what was special about them and ride that out until the end. OK So here's what he said about your hubbys biggest turn on...I married Suresh 🫣 "Good thing its not patience...Suresh told me his biggest turn on is...powerful women" He wants a women in charge, who can take control and not afraid to tell him off. (ARE WE GOING TO GET TO TELL HIM OFF!?!)

Meera and Johnny/Nicolas leave...BYEEEEE and the islanders all find out about his "plan" to turn everyone against each other. They all apologize to MC. LMAOOOO if you said good riddance to her the last time she calls you out on it now....💀💀💀💀💀💀

Alfie is all sad about Meera and being single and collects his things to go sleep outside on the daybeds. I offered to talk to him but he said he wanted to be alone. not sure if that's because I've been pushing him away and choosing the options to not be with him.

Finn pulls MC to go chat in the bathrooms.......and turns on the showers so no one can hear them talking. He is asking about Alfie...again not sure if this is because I pied Finn off earlier - I would assume so. He asks me if I wanted to couple up with Alfie and I said no that we're just friends. Finn says that Alfie might be regretting not going with Meera. (THEN LEAVE THEN) ARE YOU KIDDING ME FB YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE US THE OPTION TO BONE FINN OR NOT?!?! THATS THE CLIFFHANGER.....😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 I HATE IT HERE .....Also im not going to do it bc clearly our choices are starting to matter and if I want suresh I dont think shower sex is the way to go 😩

#litg ex in the villa #litg suresh x mc #litg mc #litg suresh #litg s5 #litg #litg spoiler #litg spoilers #love island game #love island the game #love island the game: ex in the villa #exinthevilla #ex in the villa

[thestudentfarmer]

Feb 20, 2023

Hey everyone! I hope you've all had as great a week as possible and been able to work on your gardens, homesteading skills and sustainable methods this week :)

We've had a little bit of everything this week for all the above here in our little plot.

Today's post is going to include an update on the lentils and then some info and caretaking stuff for ducks 🦆

So first up! The lentil experiment!

This is a pic as of today, there's clear spotting in the grow pattern. But I kind of expected that. I didn't have a lot for even coverage (and just tossed it out). It had a late grow period and the front gets a weird double micro- climate/grow zone in the winter.

A lil close up of what's come up. They are a bit darker stemmed and darker leaved than it looks. But those that sprouted are doing amazing!

I'm thinking about letting a section grow entirely to produce more pods and seeds just to see how well it'll do now and just doing a half row of till in.

🦆🦆🦆Now onwards to the ducks! 🦆🦆🦆🦆

If you've ever thought about getting ducks, please do your research on them.

Despite sis having done extensive research there's still things we don't know, didn't know until it happened and we're continually learning as we go.

As a quick mention our ducks are kept primarily as pets, for pest control and because we wanted their eggs. Sis and my Hubby love them, though only Hubby can eat them. (I don't overly enjoy the taste personally, but I can eat them)

Meet Nugget (the back left), Pie (back right) and some of you may recognize the handsome fellow in the front middle, Cheese! (Aka, Poppa Cheese).

These are our ducks. While we don't know for sure what Pie (we believe is a magpie) and Nugget (we believe is a magpie mix ) are, we are certain Cheese is a silver Appleyard.

Awhile back I noticed we weren't finding any duck eggs, well Miss Pie it turns out hid a nest. I believe I posted it awhile ago with a few eggs in it by the time it was discovered. We figured we would let her sit on them and gave them the hatch time plus a week to be sure. Sadly no eggs hatched. We will not be allowing large nesting again. And the next hatch will be done with an incubator. ( a fun experiment and share for later!)

This is what the nest ended up looking like on "pull date" (today actually)

I think one broke yesterday morning as there was that unforgettable rotten egg smell. For the comfort of us and our neighbours (as well as Pie.) It was time to remove it.

Found the broke one(s?) They were not rolemovable by hand. So a shovel was needed to remove them.

All empty. I did fully remove, trim and am planning to block this spot so she may not nest here again.

The hidden bounty was way bigger than expected and I have a feeling she wasn't really nesting now :( there was almost 60 eggs hidden here!)

The lesson this student learned? At this time natural incubation is a no for our homestead. Any found nests from now on, sadly will have to be removed. We have tried nesting a handful of times now and it just hasn't panned out.

As well a note to share with those thinking of ducks~

They need ponds and if you get filtration get the darn best filtration you can.

In addition to the nest removal and cleanout It was pond clean day happens every 2-3 days so long as it doesn't rain.

This is a pond washed out and refilled 3 days ago. (It rained, we don't do pond wash on rainy days.)

Dumped, be sure to rinse em well, this is why if u get filtration make sure it's heavy duty. This sludge probably could be watered down heavily and used for soil fertilization. For me tho, I'm only doing that in the duck area. Too many weed seeds for the garden to be a viable use for that and not a good filter system planned yet.

The lucky ducks enjoying the fresh cleaned pond (for now lol)

Their area is under some redesign as well. Projects I will be sharing later as they are done~

Thank you all for joining me today! What project or ideas are you looking forward to this week on your own gardening, homesteading, learning journey?

🌱🦆Happy Homesteading and Animal Husbandry!🦆🌱

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[absurdthirst]

Keri, darling, I hope you’ve been well. 💛

I’m in need of a little advice. So, I got a refund check this week & I must have miscalculated the money I had left after paying for some things.. and now I’m short on money for a date night with my hubby.

He typically pays, but he doesn’t get paid until the end of the month, so I offered to grab it this time, no big deal. Except.. this one time it is because I had money put aside to get my hair done & a new tattoo. But, now that I’ve miscalculated, it’s come down to either date night or my hair/tattoo.

Now, I know it’s an obvious answer.. date night 100%. Especially since our relationship has been really rocky lately & we desperately need this. But, I’ve also been in a super dark space mentally & physically, so the thought of freshening up my look was a huge boost this week as well.

I guess all I need advice on is.. what should I do? Save up for my hair/tattoo all over again & do it in the future or use it now & skip out on a date night? 😕

Hey hun!!! I’m sorry you’ve been a bad space, I hope that changes for you soon.

I am of the opinion that you don’t have to spend money, or spend a lot of money, to have a great date night. Date night for me is taking the time to be there in the moment together.

It can be as simple as dressing up, popping a frozen pizza in the oven and settling down on the couch to watch the first movie you ever watched together again.

Or (weather permitting where you are) packing up a picnic dinner, finding a nice spot in the park and eating. Bring a pack of cards or a favorite board game to play. (Even better setting up a picnic in your living room and string lights around the room for a soft light)

See if there are any free activities going on in the your area. Sometimes I’m surprised at how much is going on that doesn’t require spending a ton of money.

For me, it’s about the time spent with my husband rather than what we go spend. Or what restaurant we eat at.

Talk to your husband about it of course. But this might be a way to have the date night you need and spend the money on something that makes you happy for yourself.

❤️

#real talk

[tiny-tigers]

✨ Oh god that is an influx 😂😅🙈 I now promise to stop sending more until you reply to the last one! [you don't have to reply to any more that are left publicly!] 🙏🏻😂

Awww no why angry? His recent follows? (copying his hubby don't worry 😂)

Can't see the resemblance between the Martin bro's but they seem a lovely family! 🥰💕

Those tattoo's are very artsy! Love it! 🤌🏻

Also no sorry its not me liking these posts! So must be someone liking whenever they agree with something in your reply maybe? 💕

The 'this rose' live thing is pretty good tbh - Topsy is a sweetheart & the players actually give insights into the timings of their schedule/tad bits of info on teammates! Ellis & Ben spoke about Marchant & Fred being the musicians of the group 🎸🎹

I saw her tagged pics of the house reno too so definitely unlikely they're leaving! Also you're right he barely played for sale last year because of injury and they still made it to the bloody final! He's surely staying...! *pedicure prince keeping those feet in ze uk*

Can't make my mind up on DK, on some of the tigers 'retro games' YouTube vids he came across quite well, but yeh who knows...Teddy M is Freds new roommate now & they're following each other around in the background of every clip of 'this rose' 😅👀🙈💕 *new roomie besties*

Sorry for the long message & if I missed anything in my reply...! 😖❤️Hope your day improves sweetie!! ✨💕✨💕 xxx

Oh but They are great the previous ask :( I want to answer it :(

It is all Marbella all over again Fredanon I hate iiiiiiit 🙄 I had parasite thoughts all day long

Not sleeping well so I am grump and he doesn't help. I knew even before he followed because I know him so well I hate it even more.

I don't know if it is the heat but my MD artist have a lot of crisis lately and I had to manage not one but 2 exhibits this week. I think they have in mind that I am a robot ... Work is still very enjoyable and I have more and more responsabilities but I struggle with the rythmn.

Reaally ??? Oh they look like young teddy martin tho ! I only realized now that Jack followed them all that time.

Thank you ♡ second one is based on a photographic selfportrait from one of my fav artist from arte povera movement. He is wearing mirror lenses on the image

And I fell in love with that serie ^ always wanted 3 tats for my 3 main passions : art / mythology and rugby so 3rd missing.

Gotta do it right and I want to start aprenticeship but my drawings... mmmh Idk if I have the level.

Buuuut Addie loves France so... 😗 wait and see.

I swear right now I want to switch for your Fred, share it please.

Oh ok gonna watch that then with my well deserved latte and make a JvP break. Everyone can wait one day for a publication right ? I have 897 or 890 When it glitch so I guess they won't pass 900 without me

[missused]

Dear self yard work was exhausting. In the morning I used the weed Wacker although according to hubby we have tractor now no need to weedwack no more lol not true I like my trees. Hubby helped this morning he was outside directing our oldest where to use the tractor, while I was weed wacking, I use headphones and can't hear them but can see them, swear I am being safe. Don't know what happened tho as hubby and kid got into an argument and our kid kept driving the tractor at him, that's the part that I saw kid driving at dad and dad side stepping the tractor. Understand our "kid" is 21 so yup he knows better, immediately I took my headphones out, yelled for everyone to stop, and got yelled at by hubby, changed tone, he calmed down walked away form the situation came and looked at my work told our son if he wanted to work alone he could, he told our kid do that sort of crap at a job site you won't come home! No man is going to take that shit cuz you are angry control your temper you are on a tank and can kill a person and went inside, my son and I worked alone for a hour before he returned. They made up after my husband returned. So after we work, kid and I put away all the tools. So after work with the tractor husband is hurting cuz he was standing outside I guess I don't know he doesn't tell me why. I refuse to rub him as I've now gone 2 weeks without anyone rubbing me after hard labor cuz for some reason his hands hurt 2 idk why he's not working but don't say that to him you'll insult him. He's constantly asking especially after I'm done working I just walk away like no man I need to take care of me. After working outside, no one did shit inside so after a lil break, I cleaned up the laundry room vacuumed it and the hallway mopped the kitchen again this time with rubbing alcohol which kills all pincher bugs hahaha mil did the dishes which I appreciate cuz we don't have a dishwasher, after she was done I put them away she likes to leave stuff out to dry, honestly she doesn't have the energy to put anything away after washing, and fucking bugs are attracted to damp things. Relaxed in the living room I cleaned which my husband decided he was going to hang with me today, it was ok until I asked for the cooler to be turned down, he told me to move to a different room. There's no other room to go too, all the other rooms are occupied or like my room needs to be cleaned and I don't want to clean right now, I cleaned this room, he normally wants to be in our room playing video games talking to his friends or being on the phone laying in bed. He got irritated turned the air off and left our youngest kid got irritated and said you are always cold mom this is a living room you should go to your room, my room has the air on full blast for my husband he made the room comfortable for himself I guess I can do like last year and go outside to my shed again at least I won't be cold.

I cooked dinner cuz everyone else was tired ya and I wanted a good meal today, the other day I asked for tacos with a certain type of meat and husband didn't cut the meat he left it in huge chunks, so in order to eat your tacos you had to cut up the meat before you put it in the tortillas fml I would never get away with that shit especially after he had a "hard" day of work. This is every meal he cooks so far! Cooking is his only job right now. I cut up my food and the kids left him his huge chunks, after all he was the cook, he wanted it like that.

After dinner I cleaned the dishes cuz again bugs trying to get rid of them! Husband left he came at the end to help put away the silverware, ya tomorrow I have to get new glasses frames cuz my glasses frames broke while weed whacking, a rock got me, I don't want to I rather continue cleaning the yard and clean my room cuz if I'm not doing it no else is. But hubby really wants to take me to get new frames it's important, fml he can take my glasses, leave me at home he's not going to clean anyways, frames are not important to me right now I don't have the time for them.

#wife diary #diary #wife #wife days #daily diary

[craftygal65]

Are you looking for a unique gift for an anniversary? Valentine’s Day? Maybe even for a wedding? Why not go retro? Remember the View Master & Reels? I do as it was a fun way to learn about nature or being entertained by Disney. I really wished I had seen this sooner as we just celebrated 15 yrs of marriage

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Remember those View Master reels you used to have as a kid? Well, I still love them and I have a bunch of them from my own childhood as well as those I’ve been collecting for my kiddos with the newer characters. With both the 80s reels and the newer ones, we now have a drawer full of viewers and reels we play with.

But, now we’ve got something cooler than Mickey or Disney princesses to look at with the addition of a CUSTOM View Master reel from Image 3D to our collection. Made with pictures right from my computer, I was able to make a special View Master reel that includes the highlights of my husband’s and my adventures from 1997 – 2008 {up until we had our babies – that’s for additional reels, which I WILL be ordering soon}.

I made the reel as an anniversary surprise for him, and it was seriously the most perfect gift I could have gotten him. Sentimental and personal without being mushy or girly, the Custom View Master is perfect for just about anyone, but especially for a family that loves vintage and retro gifts as much as we do.

And, it wasn’t nearly as hard to make the reel as I had thought it would be. Really, the hardest part was finding the perfect 7 pictures for it since we have tons of pictures and most of our early days together were 100% real film {yes, kids, we’ve been together that long}. Scanning in older pictures covertly was a bit difficult, but I managed to hide them until reel arrived, which thankfully was very quick.

Once I had the pictures, I merely logged into the Build-A-Reel site {don’t skip this step or it won’t save your work!}, started uploading pictures, and then I could make the edits I wanted.

I decided to edit them all to black and white since some of our pictures were with black and white film and I didn’t want to switch between color modes.

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A week or so later and I was holding my special anniversary reel in my hands and I couldn’t be more excited. It was all I could do to wait a few days to give the reel to hubby, which still was waaaay too early for our anniversary, but I didn’t care. You can’t hold out on something as cool as a personalized View Master reel. Am I right?

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It was fun to reminisce with him and enjoy our pictures all over again, thrilled that they now will see the light of day. I was so happy that gems such as this one from our honeymoon {those are our Cook Island drivers licenses – complete with dust and fuzz all over the pictures} won't forever be trapped in photo albums {ahem *boxes* ahem}.

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Leanne Signature 2A big thank you to PTPA for allowing me to test such a cool item. I wasn't obligated in any way to write this post, I just really wanted to share it with you. As always, all opinions are 100% ours.

#image_3D #view master #view master reels

[arrowflier]

Can you write Mickey be the whipped married guy in his friend group who always leaves early because he misses his husband 😂🥰

“Read ‘em and weep, boys,” Mickey said, smirking as he laid his cards on the table with a flourish.

The other three men groaned, tossing their own cards to the middle without even bothering to show them.

“That’s the third one in a row, Milkovich,” one of them complained. “You tryin’ to hussle us?”

“Ey! Shut up, Danny,” another hissed, whacking his arm with the back of one hand. “Kid’ll probably gut ya for sayin’ that shit.”

“Nah,” Danny said. “He wouldn’t dare, he’d get sent back to the can without his hubby.”

All three men broke out into raucous laughter, Danny making kissy noises until Mickey grabbed up a handful of cards from the table and smacked them right into his pursed lips.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” Mickey said. “Just remember that Joe knows what he’s talkin’ about—learned a lot of ways to kill a guy in prison.”

“Not much else to do there,” Joe agreed with a nod as the other two men started to wind down.

“Unless you got a man!” the third man, Timmy, chimed in, and they were off again.

“Sure, sure,” Mickey said, letting them laugh. “But there’s only so much an ass can take, fellas, and once that’s done…”

He mimed slitting his own throat.

“Ugh, Mickey,” Danny groaned. “We don’t need to know that shit, man.”

“You’re the maintenance guy, Dan,” Timmy said. “Don’t tell me you never walked in on the two of ‘em?”

“Fuck no!” Danny exclaimed. “If their stupid little ambulance is in the lot, I come back later!”

“Lucky,” Joe sighed. “I was up there cleaning the windows once before they got curtains, and—”

“Whoa!” Mickey interrupted, holding out a hand over the table. “Let’s keep that shit to ourselves, fuck you very much.”

Joe grinned.

“Why should I?” he asked. “Not like you cared at the time.”

Mickey rolled his eyes.

“At the time, I had a more important issue to deal with.”

His phone went off in his pocket, the shrill tone cutting through the room loud enough to halt the conversation.

“Speak of the fuckin’ devil,” Mickey muttered, digging it out. “Ian just texted, he’s heading back up. Sorry guys, guess that’s it for today.”

A chorus of groans met his statement, a chair creaking as Danny leaned back too far.

“You always abandon us, man,” he complained. “As soon as he’s done, you nope outa here, even in the middle of a hand.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows.

“We in the middle of a hand now, genius?” he asked. “No? Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go meet up with my husband.”

“Fine, fine,” Danny said with a sad wave. “But someday you gotta at least bring him down here to meet us when we play, so you can’t go runnin’ off before you lose.”

Mickey snorted.

“I don’t lose,” he said dryly. “And you’ve already met him.” He looked around the table, meeting every pair of eyes. “All of you fuckers have.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. “I have. And you know what?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, let it go. “I don’t fuckin’ get it, man, I really don’t.”

“I’m with Dan,” Timmy said, sitting straight. “Guy’s an over-sized puppy dog, and you’re a badass, Mick. How’s he got you so wrapped around his little finger?”

Mickey waited a beat, then looked to Joe.

“Anything you want to add?” he asked the cleaner, but Joe just shook his head.

“Nah man,” he said with a snort. “I’ve seen exactly how he’s got you wrapped up.”

Mickey flushed.

“You shut the fuck up,” he demanded, pointing at the older man. “Or next time, I’ll open the window and shove you off your platform.”

“The windows don’t open!” Danny called toward Mickey’s back as he turned to walk away.

Mickey threw him a middle finger over his shoulder.

“And I’m not sure you’d get to them anyway if he trusses you up like that every time!” Joe added, and got the other finger added for his efforts.

The door to the basement slammed as Mickey left, and the three men were left alone in the pleasantly chilly employees-only room.

“Think he’ll ever bring him by?” Timmy wondered.

“Nah,” Joe answered him. “Only time he comes down here’s when Big Red is busy.”

They all nodded in agreement as Joe gathered up the cards again.

“Another hand fellas?”

—

Exactly a week later, Joe, Danny, and Timmy were down in the basement again, clustered around their little card table between the lockers that held their personal things.

“Too hot to be mowing, man,” Timmy complained, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “When I took this job, I thought it’d be cushy, but that Melanie bitch is demanding as fuck.”

“Your own fault for pickin’ such a stupid job, mate,” Danny told him with a heavy pat on the back. “It is hot as balls out, though,” he agreed a second later as he took a seat. "That weird lady on the third floor doesn't run the AC, and I was up there all mornin' fixin' her shower."

“Anybody know if Mickey’s joinin’ today?” Joe asked, shuffling the same deck of cards they used every week.

“Nah,” Timmy answered. “He only comes when his man’s at the gym, yeah?” Danny and Joe both nodded. “Well, Big Red was headin’ up to his place when I finished up; he must’ve decided it was too hot too.”

But before Joe could start dealing, the door above them creaked open, and they could hear heavy footfalls on the steps. From the sound of it, more than one person.

Mickey appeared first, a wide smirk on his face, followed immediately by Big Red himself.

“Hey losers,” Mickey greeted, making straight for the table. But instead of sitting, he just pulled out the chair, and motioned for his husband to take it.

“Uh, hi guys,” Ian Gallagher said as he obediently sat down. “I hope you don’t mind me joining.”

The three men just stared, then stared harder as Mickey, instead of finding a seat of his own, chose to plop right down on Gallagher’s lap.

“Figured you guys had bugged me enough,” he told them. “Might as well give you what you asked for.”

“Uh, yeah.” Joe was the first one to recover, offering a cautious smile to the newcomer. “Hey man, good to see ya. You know how to play?”

“Probably,” Ian said with a shrug, one arm wrapping around Mickey’s waist to keep him in place. “What are we playing? Five card draw? Texas hold’em? Seven card stud? High Chicago? Low Chicago? Follow the Queen?”

He looked around the table, and stopped when all he saw were stunned faces.

“Uh…or something else?” he added hesitantly.

“No, no, just…regular poker,” Joe answered, eyes wide. “None of that weird shit.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ian said with a little laugh. “My dad made sure we knew all the games, made it easier to help him cheat. I remember one time he tried to sneak me into a casino just to grab wallets while he played, but I ended up winning big at a high-rollers table until they found out I was only seventeen and chased us out.”

He sighed wistfully.

“Still wish I had managed to cash out first, would have set us up for a year.”

All the men, Mickey excluded, just blinked at him.

“Your puppy tellin’ the truth, Mick?” Timmy finally squeaked, but all he got from Mickey was a shark-like grin.

“Deal him in,” Mickey ordered with a nod to Joe. “And remember, you fuckers asked for this.”

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic #original character #of course mickey is friends with all the maintenance people #he likes them way more than the people that actually live there

[marvelsmylife]

You’re not a bad guy

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Plot: Fury asks for a female to volunteer to go on a mission with Bucky the reader raises her hand because no one else did. That results in everyone yelling at fury that he can't let her go with him but no one volunteers to take her place. Throughout the mission Bucky and the reader get to know each other better and on their last night they have sex.

Bucky knew no one on the team wanted him on the team besides Steve. They all still saw him as the cold blooded killer hydra created and they weren’t shy in telling him he wasn’t wanted on the team. It really sucked for Bucky because ever since he came out of the cryo he has made it his mission to be the opposite of a cold blooded killer.

It wasn’t you joined the team that he felt like not everyone hated him. Sure you didn’t actually talk to him but you didn’t glare at him any time he entered a room. In fact even though you don’t talk to him you always smile at him but every time he’s about to smile back you turn away from him and continue to do what you were doing before. Steve could tell Bucky had a crush on you and he was honestly scared. He wasn’t scared that he’d hurt you or you hurt him, he was scared that the team would bombard him with hurtful comments about how he didn’t deserve to be with you.

Since you joined the team the team saw you as a younger sister and they always found themselves asking you if you needed help during missions because they didn’t want you to get hurt. At first you didn’t mind but after after the tenth mission it was getting ridiculous. The only person who didn’t treat you that way was Bucky and you often hoped you’d get paired up with him during a mission “ms. Y/l/n director fury has called meeting in the conference room.”

“Thanks Friday! ! ! I’ll be there in a minute” you replied and started to get ready for the day before you left for the meeting.

Once everyone gathered around fury started talking about an upcoming mission that he assigned to Bucky “This mission also requires a female so you can pose as a married couple. Do I have any female volunteers willing to join Barnes on this mission?” you looked around the room and noticed no one raised their hand so you raised yours “thank you ms. Y/l/n for volunteer-”

“Oh hell no y/n is not going on that mission ! ! ! ! !” Tony banged his fist on the table and caused everyone around him including Steve to mimic his reaction.

You looked over at Bucky and noticed a hurt expression on his face so you decided to speak up. “That’s enough! ! !” You shouted and caught everyone by surprise “What’s your guys problem with Bucky anyways? No one volunteered to go on the mission with him and like a good teammate I volunteered. If you guys don’t want me on this mission one of you guys volunteer” everyone stayed silent “no one? Ok then shut up and let fury speak.” you looked over at fury who had a proud expression on his face.

After another half hour that involved the team staring down fury while he told you and Bucky what you guys were going to do fury finally ended the meeting. You weren’t even out of the room before you felt a hand on your arm “can I speak to you for a second?” you looked back and noticed a nervous Steve behind you.

“Sure what’s up?” you crossed your arm. At first you thought he was going to express his disapproval of you going on the mission like he voiced his disapproval in the meeting.

To your surprise you listened as Steve told you all the things you should do if Bucky has a nightmare. You made him stop and you ran over to get a pen and a blank piece of paper and started writing down what Steve was telling you. “Lastly I wanted to thank you for volunteering to go on the mission with Bucky. I know he isn’t the most liked person on the team but it’s nice to know not everyone treats him bad.”

“It’s no problem Steve. Bucky hasn’t done anything to me that would cause me to be a bitch to him and I’m not the type of person to hate someone just because everyone else hates them. I have to go pack but I’ll keep you updated if anything happens with Bucky.” you responded with a small smile and left the room so you could go pack.

Bucky in the meantime was making his way out of his room when he bumped into tony “listen here barnes, if you hurt our y/n I’ll make it my mission to get you kicked off this team” Tony threatened him and left before Bucky could respond. Bucky tried to shake off his interaction with Tony as he made but he kept getting stopped by other teammates reciting the same threat Tony said to him.

By the time he was outside Bucky was staring down at the ground “Hey Bucky ! ! !” Bucky looked up and noticed you had two suitcases with you and a big smile on your face. “I couldn’t decide on what to bring so I ended up stuffing half of my wardrobe into these two suitcases” you laughed and caused him to laugh. “Are you excited for the mission?”

“Yeah but I’m also nervous. This is my first time going under cover as a married couple.” Bucky replied as they made their way over to the jet.

“Don’t worry hubby I’ve been in dozen missions requiring me to be fake married to someone. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about how to act like a married couple when we’re around strangers.” you winked and caused Bucky to blush at the word hubby. Bucky wanted to give a witty response but instead remained silent as you guys entered the jet and took off to Finland.

The mission wasn’t that hard and you ended up finishing a week early. Fury was impressed and asked if you guys wanted to spend a few extra days in Finland. He knew you guys deserved it and he knew Finland was a beautiful country so he decided to give you the chance to explore it for two weeks.

Not wanting to pass up the chance to have a vacation you eagerly said yes without asking Bucky if he was ok with it. Luckily he was and he took it as his opportunity to get to know you better. He loved spending time with you and wanted to know more about your life without the rest of the avengers glaring at him. Bucky was thankful you said yes because you guys spent the two weeks being tourist and snapping photos of anything you guys found interesting.

Being in Finland and all you were also in the perfect place to see the northern lights but because of the mission you weren’t allowed to go outside at night. It also didn’t help the the rest of the nights leading up to your last night in Finland was cloudy. On your last night in Finland you were ready to give up your dream of seeing the northern lights until you checked the weather and noticed it was going to be a clear sky’s that night. Excited about the fact that you would be able to see it you ran to Bucky and asked “can we have a picnic outside for dinner? It’s our last night here and it says it’s going to be a clear sky so we can see the northern lights.” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and Bucky just shook his head.

“Of course we can. I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to do that because the little old woman from the store said they’re was going to be a clear sky.” Bucky laughed. “What do you want to eat out there?”

“I say we go for the signature picnic meal, sandwiches and fruit” you replied and started getting the stuff to make the sandwiches.

A half hour later you went outside with the food in a picnic basket and noticed Bucky laid out a big blanket and all of the pillows you guys had in the house. You started to get butterflies in your stomach when you realize he had placed lit candles all around and made the setup super romantic. “There’s a little opening so you could get though” Bucky pointed at the gap in front of you.

Clinging onto the picnic basket you carefully made your way through the opening and let out s sigh of relief you didn’t knock over a candle. “This is such a romantic setup. Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Barnes?” You raised one eyebrow at him.

“Maybe I am, Maybe I’m not” Bucky got closer to you and draped his metal arm on your shoulder “why, is it working?”

Feelings a bit bold you ran your hands through his hair “I’ll let you know” you whispered to him before you pulled away and looked up at the sky “oh my gosh look how beautiful it is” you pointed to the sky.

“It really is” Bucky replied. He looked over at you again and felt his heart rate increase because you looked so beautiful under the moonlight. “We should eat” Bucky started to take out the food and placed it all over the blanket before you guys began to eat.

You spent hours outside eating and drinking wine while you guys went over what was your favorite moment from their time off. “You are so beautiful” Bucky reached over and ran thumb over your bottom lip. Taking that as a sign you leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Bucky didn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap and deepened the kiss “I want you” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“Let’s clean up our mess and then you can have your way with me.” you replied. You got up and quickly started to clean up the picnic while Bucky blew out each candle and brought them all inside.

Once everything was cleared Bucky pulled you into another kiss and you started making your way to the bedroom. One by one an article of clothing fell on the floor as you guys got closer to the bedroom and by the time you reached the bed you were both completely naked. The minute both your naked body’s hit the mattress Bucky took his time running his hands all over your body and started leaving a trail of kiss down your body. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to make love to you” Bucky took one of your nipples in his mouth and played with the other before he switch.

The entire time he was leaving opened mouth kisses down your body you thought how lucky you were “I love that you are not like most guys I’ve been with. Most of them would rush to get inside me before I was ready.”

“That’s because you were fooling around with boys. A man would take his time and worship your gorgeous body” Bucky replied. Your breath quickened as you felt Bucky’s lips inching closer and closer to your pussy. “You have the most well groomed pubic hair I have ever seen” Bucky ran his thumb over you clit and inserted one of his fingers inside you.

“No one likes a wild bush down there” you shut your eyes tight and tangled your fingers in Bucky’s hair when you finally felt Bucky’s tongue on your clit “fuck” Bucky smiled against your clit because he was loving the effect he had on you.

Wanting to prep you more before he slid his cock inside you Bucky slipped another finger inside you and started pumping his fingers “I need you nice and wet so I don’t hurt you.” Bucky removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside you. He wanted to taste you really quick before he inserted his fingers again and made a scissoring motion inside you.

“Fuck. You really love going down on a girl don’t you?” you heaved. Looking down at his you couldn’t believe how into it he was going down on you because most guys you’ve been with would rush this part.

Bucky looked up at you and winked “I love bringing my lovers pleasure before I really give it to them. But I have to say you have the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.” You felt a boost of confidence when he said that because Steve has told you stories of all the woman Bucky fooled around with before the war.

“Thanks for the ego boost” you laughed but it turned into a moan when Bucky started to move his fingers faster inside you. He could tell you were close to cumming so he removed his fingers and started using his tongue until he felt your body shake from the orgasm that was about to hit you “I’m cumming I’m cumming ahhhh yessss” you pinched your nipple and pulled Bucky’s hair as you came all over his tongue.

When you finally came down from your orgasm Bucky started to kiss his way up your body and started pumping his cock “my precious are you ready?”

“Oh god” you held your breath when you felt Bucky slowly sliding his cock inside you.

Once he was fully inside you Bucky waited several minutes so you could get used to his size. The moment you gave him the ok Bucky slowly started to move inside you “Oh god this feels so good” you clung to him as Bucky went deeper inside you. Bucky made sure to caress every inch of your body.

The sounds of your breath soon filled the room as you guys made love. You whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears and felt like you guys were morphing into one. “This feels so good, you feel so good” Bucky grunts while he covered your neck with kisses.

“I know” you hugged Bucky and preyed you guys could go stay in Finland and in their safe house for the rest of your lives. Of course that wouldn’t be possible but that didn’t stop you from thinking it. “I’m going to cum again” you whimpered.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and looked into your eyes “do it” Bucky started to pick up his pace but not enough that would change the tone of your love making. “Please cum for me.”

With one final thrust you felt yourself cumming around Bucky’s cock “ohhh my gosh yes yes yes yessss” you shut your eyes and let out a long yet quiet moan.

Watching you come undone triggered Bucky and soon he found himself cumming inside you “ohh shiiiit” Bucky continued to move until he emptied himself inside but stayed inside you for several minutes so he could catch his breath. “I love you” Bucky pecked your lips before he pulled out and laid down beside you.

You curled up next to Bucky and exchange a few kisses while you ran your hands over his tone chest. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay and live here with you.” You stuck out your bottom lip.

“I know, I don’t want to go home either. Mostly because I’m dreaded what the team is going to say when we tell them we’re together. We are together right?” Bucky asked because he didn’t want to assume you guys were together just because you had sex.

“Yes we are together and as far as for the team, if they don’t like that we’re together they can go fuck themselves. I love you and you love me and that’s all that matters” you kissed Bucky before you drifted off to sleep. You knew you guys were going to get a lot of shit from the team because you knew they weren’t going to approve but you didn’t care. You loved Bucky and Bucky loved you and for you that was enough.

#bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #avengers imagines

[wizkiddx]

heyheyhey idk if u do req but love your dad tom stuff! PLZ PLZ do tom helping his kids with homework but cant do it and reader has to help and its all fluffy 😩💕

ye im down to do req and this had me going completely ott cos its v cute (and a lot less angsty than what ive written recently aha) so apologies for my ramblings:

Summary: tom has the kids for a day and maths homework throws a spanner in the works - tomhollandxreader

implied smut + v slight reference to porn but basically just fluff I promise xox

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Tom had dealt with a lot of whining today. Nova and Leo were the absolute joys of his life, there was no doubt about it. Of course, he also loved you a hell of a lot too - sometimes to his detriment though, hence the position he was in now. 

You’d had a busy week at work and he had been away for the first half of it - leaving you as an almost single mother to a 5 and a 7 year old. So completely fairly, you’d asked if he wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a the day on Sunday, allowing you to go to a friends baby shower. There was no answer but to agree, Tom loved quality time with the kids and he wanted you to kick back and relax with you friends too. 

However the afternoon had not been nearly as idealistic as it were supposed to be in his head. You had left him only one real job (apart from the unavoidable essentials of keeping the kids alive with food and water, something you’d hope he need not be reminded about now). Really it shouldn’t of been that hard, it was just each kid had two pieces of homework. After convincing and cajoling the kids into sitting at the table which he’d already set up with Nova’s ‘Liverpool FC’ and Leo’s ‘captain marvels’ pencil case, the English was easy. 

In fact 5 year old Leo took great joy out of writing a poem with his Dad, which basically involved trying to rhyme any word with another - especially when he tried to convince Tom that all his completely fictitious words were real and worked together. A personal favourite had been ‘snakes’ and ‘palakes’ which Leo was convinced meant pancakes - arguing so vehemently Tom almost started to doubt himself on basic English. 

Thankfully though his eldest and most sensibly child eventually took him out his misery. If anyone had any control over the Holland boys, Leo and Tom - it was the Holland girls. You and Nova had both boys completely under you spell, often taking advantage of the fact too. It was only when Nova got bored of hearing Tom and Leo mock arguing, interspersed with the little boys giggles that Tom tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face at, that she swooped in.

“Stop being silly Leo, mummy told you he’s not good at school!” She looked oh so innocent, eyes immediately flicking down to continue the little short story she was happily going on with. In response  Tom scowled, knowing your highly curious and intelligent daughter had asked you (for one reason or another) why he was not so academic. Yet instead of Leo bursting out laughing, instead he just nodded and accepted it too - making Tom scowl even more. Not even Leo thought it was a joke. 

So apart from his children apparently taking pity on his simple mind, it was all going smoothly. Perhaps, due to the thankful fact your children had inherited their brains from their mother - something Tom was forever thankful for, until he was shamed for his substandard intellect in the family. Then again though, he was Spiderman. So take that. 

Until Nova brought out her maths sheet. Then the afternoon quickly descended into chaos. It was fractions, something she hadn’t quite grasped from school yet - a concept that still hurt her head somewhat. Normally though it’d be fine, she’d bring the sheet to you and the two of you used ‘ girl power’ to figure it out… you prior experience as a tutor while in uni helping you know how to break through to her. 

Unfortunately Tom didn’t share this same experience. Nor did Tom share a maths qualification… something that had evaded him completely during his schooling career. Of course, it had never been a particular issue, acting didn’t require the use of maths and algebra and Tom was in a very lucky position of being able to pay someone to manage his finances from a very young age. So no, dividing 2/3 and 3/7 didn’t come the most naturally to him. Or at all to be quite honest. 

“I CANT DO IT AND GRACE IN MY CLASS COULD!” For context, Grace was one of her school friends, who forever liked to compare herself to the young Holland - especially because she was normally ahead. Nova had gone from quiet frustration, staring at the questions with her tongue sticking out slightly, to one of pure rage - yelling at her dad with tears in her eyes. Nova was normally incredibly intuitive, she always found it difficult when she couldn’t do something. Now, with a ‘teacher’ who was more useless than her - the frustrations inevitably bubbled over. 

“Hey, we can work it out, just calm-“

“YOU CANT DO IT EITHER YOUR STUPID “ She was just young and frustrated, Tom tried not to take it personally but … it wasn’t always easy. Chiefly because this was the height of offensive statement Nova knew - this was her version of adult explicit language. 

“Nova you can’t be rude.” He used his stern voice, something Tom very rarely used with his little girl. Though he never wanted to upset her, neither did he want her to think it was ever okay to be so rude to anyone like that- no matter how crappy at maths they were. It hurt him to do so but it was necessary - life lessons about the importance of being kind needed to be learnt. And it worked… if what Tom was aiming for was his beautiful baby girl’s eyes to brim with sparkling tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly. 

Instantly Tom’s eyebrows drooped, trying to fight his natural reaction to scoop her onto his knee and reassure her everything was okay. But as you had lectured him many a time before, he had to put his foot down once in a while. So instead, the father and daughter were locked in a silence and intense eye contact, until Nova hesitantly began to speak. 

“I’m sorry Daddy.” During which, Nova shoved her chair back, making it screech against the tiled floors uglily before running off up the stairs. Tom knew she was crying a lot. Knew this was going to take a bit of fixing. 

With a sigh of his daughters name, Tom popped his head into the living to check on Leo who had already finished all his stuff. Seeing him completely zombified in front of ‘paw patrol’ on TV, Tom trudged up the stairs. He knew where she was, when Nova was upset she always hid in the corner of her wardrobe and cried in the darkness. So after steadying himself with a little internal monologue of how to approach the situation Tom walked in and sat down beside the wardrobe - knocking on the door slightly. 

“Nova… can we talk please?” All he heard was sniffing echoing from the wooden chamber until she tried to shout through the door.

“Go-go… go away daddy.” It broke his heart, the way her voice wavered, making Tom pout - gently letting his head fall against the wardrobe doors. 

“I don’t want you to be upset beautiful…. And you did apologise which I appreciate. You know why Daddy got angry right?” Her sniffles heightened before she muttered a quiet ‘yes’. “And you are sorry? Because that might’ve made me really sad too.”

“I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then that’s good and we don’t need to cry. You want a cuddle little one?” Before Tom could even properly get up the door was being pushed open by her little hands, revealing a tear stained face and big glassy eyes looking up at her Dad. Swiftly Tom scooped her up and out of the cupboard, whispering to her while she buried her face in his chest. 

“Oh come here my little bean.”

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When you came home late that evening, only mildly exhausted from spending the whole day gossiping with your girls, it was weirdly quiet. All the lights were out in the front room, which made you close the door gently, thinking Tom had managed to exhaust the kids - and himself in the process. With a relieved sigh at the peace you pattered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink (it had been a little concern that Tom would’ve worked the kids into a hyperactive and delerious state that kept them up long past bedtime - which ultimately you’d have to deal with). The house was remarkably silent and though it was clear from the littered toys everywhere that it had indeed been Tom alone in charge, everything seemed pretty okay. 

It was only as you were about to head upstairs to join your hubby in bed that you realised the study light was still on, streaming through the small crack in the doorframe. Assuming Tom had just neglected to turn it off, in otherwords Tom being Tom, you nudged it open with your hand. Surprisingly though, there was your husband, hunched over the desk, looking almost angrily focused - between the computer screen and a piece of paper below him. Normally you would’ve just assumed it was another script sent over or an edit Harry had sent of another screenplay they were writing together. 

But no, the blatant red flag was the screen that you could see. A screen on YouTube, of a man pointing at a whiteboard of fractions. 

So with a soft wrist you wrapped your knuckled on the side of the door, even if you had technically already entered the room. The reaction had you stifling a laugh, it was as if you’d caught him watching something *less PG* the way he jumped out his seat, closing the browser immediately. 

“Love!! I -er … didn’t know you’d got back?”

“I just did.” You smiled gently, while walking into stand behind his chair, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Soooo…. what’ca doingggg” The glee in your voice was evident, making Tom groan and shut his eyes. 

“I hate you, you know that right?” 

“No you don’t… but you were watching a primary school video on fractions, if I’m not so mistaken?” He sighed deeply, making a point of turning the paper with his scribbles over to obscure it. 

“Nova’s homework.. she couldn’t do it and neither could I, so then she basically screamed at me for being thick and udseless and then had a breakdown.” 

Now you felt guilty. This was a bit of a sore spot with Tom, he always for some reason felt inferior because of his academic ability. Which was stupid- mainly because he was the most clever and talented man you’d ever met. Just…. Just not at fraction. 

“Oh T… you could’ve just left it for me to do with her, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not the point Y/n.” He snapped a little, shrugging your arms off him and spinning in the chair so he could face you. “She’s my daughter and I should be able to help her! It’s not like it’s that hard, it’s just I’m unbelievable thick.”

“Tom stop. Look - you can do this I assure you, it’s just been a long old time ‘kay? Your rusty and that’s only natural.”

“I really don’t think I could ev-“

“Can I teach you? It’s just the method and then I promise you’ll get it.”

It took a bit of persuasion but eventually Tom agreed, letting you pull the corner chair forward to beside his desk so you could demonstrate it to him. To be fair, he really could do it- just a bit of familiarising on the ‘stick-change-flip’ method. The way the lightbulb moment literally caused his face to light up; scurrying to do the question for himself, tongue sticking out in the process; then presenting it to you proudly - well it had you melting in your seat. 

“See! That took all of 5 minutes and you got it.” You elbowed  his side by leaning forward in the chair, which instead of letting go, Tom reached and caught, before pulling you up and round. You landed with you bum perched on the edge of the mahogany desk, Tom now stood up- his legs in-between your parted thighs - your feet hooking round the back of knees. 

“It’s all down to my incredibly talented teacher.”

“No…. No I really don’t think it is” You mused with a soft voice, fingers instinctively going to the nape of his neck - twirling the little curls round your fingertips. 

“Well even so… I think I could teach you a thing or two too.” Never one to mull on anything, Tom’s tone had immediately switched to something a lot more… mischievous. 

“Not even going to ask about my day? Wheres the chat mr smooth?” He had to repress the grin at your smirk because as much as you infuriated the hell out of him - you also had this weird ability of making him feel so entranced and helpless. He relented with a sarcastic chime.

“Fine, how was your day love.”

“Good…. but I have a feeling you’re about to make it a whole lot better.”

That was all the signals he needed to lean forward, in doing so forcing you back until your back landed completely on the cool wood. His lips feathered yours, both hands pinned either side of your head.

“Oh darling… you have no idea.”

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[truthseeker-blogger]

*An update*

We had a Thanksgiving 🦃 even though hubby initially didn't feel like it.

Thankful 🙏 to the food pantry at our local church and their generous donations for us to have a holiday meal.

Hubby was grateful later on that I chose to try to do things as normal as much as possible.

We went to counseling the day before. The therapist gave some coping skills regarding how to tell the brain it's safe and the floor isn't really moving.

He's experiencing a post trauma response of his brain trying to keep him safe from danger.

Next week, the therapist will be helping with the feelings of helplessness, as well as the hurt feelings from lack of support from family members.

See, I grew up with 7 siblings. Dad never believed in credit.

Dad would never buy anything unless he had the money for it first. He taught us to be self sufficient.

We were very poor. I recall the pink outhouse, the two wells for water.

We were taught it was up to ourselves to take care of ourselves and any situation we may be in.

So it's been difficult for me to swallow my pride and have a GoFundMe account.

Difficult for hubby as he feels it's his job to take care of us.

My siblings are of the mentality, this too shall pass, and haven't offered any monetary support or emotional support, which is the most hurtful.

The one thing I can say. My son and hubby's daughter have stepped up, and so very proud of them both. 💜💜

The accident has actually repaired a fractured father daughter relationship that hubby didn't think would ever happen, and I'm so very happy for them both! 🙏❤

Other coping skills are to be in the moment. I told the therapist, I try to find the joy, especially with my son, who is still recovering from a concussion from hitting his head on his metal couch frame.

He already had a brain trauma from 5 years ago, so it's something to be mindful of.

This time of year can be difficult after losing both my parents, a nephew, a niece, and then my son's father, just last year, all gone within 4 years.

I returned the internet router and turned off our tv app. Hubby will just have to use over the air television for entertainment.

It really is a luxury, as there is no income to justify having it.

It just would have given him more options as a distraction from his mind ruminating over the deck collapse.

His pain is a reminder of the accident, so it's difficult for him to forget about the incident.

We haven't had too many bites on selling our things, but I did sell a tv series on ebay.

Unfortunately, since I haven't sold anything on there, they are holding funds until December 9th.

I still had to ship the item and I had offered free shipping because it makes for an easier sale, so I had to use our money to do so.

Ebay is taking $15 out of the sale for listing an item.

I wish any further sales to go through facebook marketplace because there are no fees involved.

I am again actively searching for a part time job once again because the realty business has just about dried up. Not many sale of homes this time of year.

Funds have dwindled after buying propane gas to stay warm, (still waiting on our application for heating assistance) paying the vehicle repairs, doctor and physical therapy copays, 2 car payments because we received notice they would take action to repossess it (no time for the attorney to do anything to stop that at the moment), auto insurance and cell phone service, there's next to no money left.

Hubby only has 4 hours emergency sick leave left.

There are no other programs available through his employer the USPS.

We are still very grateful 🙏 for those on our journey for their support, whether monetary or emotional support, to help us along during this difficult juncture in our life.

It sincerely helps propel us along and we will get through this one way or another.

Thank you all once again for your generous donations on our gofundme account!!!

We never expected to have received what we have so far! 🙏🙏🙏❤❤❤💐💐

THANK YOU!!!

❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏

💐💐💐💐💐💐

[mymedlife]

Guys, the pandemic has broken me. Every time we seem to be making any progress I feel like we get set back again.

Sorry for the long rant ahead, but I feel like I need to get it out of my head.

Back in the beginning, last March or so, when the state I'm living in shut down, I felt like I could do it. Daycare shut down for almost 3 months to prevent spread.

My husband's job changed his hours to 10a to 8p since everyone was working remotely so they could all be working on the same time zone.

My cofellows were generous enough to switch shifts so I could work all nights and weekends and watch my kiddo during the day. Which kind of sucked, because she doesn't play independently for very long, o was tired, hubby wanted it quiet, and everything was closed so there wasn't anywhere to go to break up the monotony.

Work was filled with frequent changes around what protective equipment we have and what is required to be worn where. I got fitted for 3 different N95s because we kept running out, despite having to check them out and have them sterilized between uses.

I had frequent discussions about how COVID is real with families who refused testing. Parents lied about their symptoms to be allowed into the hospital with their kids, including one who collapsed mid visit due to respiratory failure. Several people ended up having to quarantine because they weren't wearing their N95s during the resuscitation as it was unexpected (at the time we were only wearing N95s during aerosolizing procedures including bagging). This lead to a new rule on not stopping in to help until you have the proper equipment on (which makes sense, but but is so hard).

Early on I spent some time volunteering for the COVID hotline for my state. Most of the questions I got were people upset that things were closing. There were very few health calls.

My aunt died. My sister, a psychologist, argued with her boss she should get a raise for being a frontline worker. My other sister, who is immunocompromised, was mad that all her friends continued to party guilt free and we kept telling her to stay home. My husband began to enjoy his new schedule to the point that he would stay up until 3am playing games after work (the kid was asleep and I was working) and sleep until he had to work at 10 am. My friends talked about their new lock down hobbies, including my co fellow who spent her time creating a new lecture series for the residents. I felt like I was trending water, I started getting behind on fellowship things and I was so tired. My kiddo was happy that I was spending more time with her, and it all was temporary, right?

Eventually things started opening up again. Daycare returned. Two days later my husband was fired. Thankfully he found a job within a few months, but during that time was quick to anger and his staying up all night playing games and sleeping most of the day got worse. He dismissed anything I had to say about it and frequently promised to sleep earlier, later saying he had to stay up because the kid had a nightmare that I slept through.

During this time, many of my pediatrician friends were called to see adults due to high patient volumes and doctor shortages. Luckily I only had to see kids, but there was still a lot of mystery surrounding symptoms and the discovery of the multi system inflammatory syndrome.

My kiddo got sent home a few times from daycare for vague symptoms that necessitated a COVID test, and at one point she was at home with me for 2 weeks due to a COVID positive exposure in class. My husband's job was new so he couldn't take off time to help. At some point things shifted so I was now doing all the daycare pickup and drop-off as well as all the bedtimes (unless I was physically at work).

Following Breonna Taylor and George Floyd there were large scale protests around the downtown area, where my hospital is located. I wholeheartedly support the movement, but someone told my kid it was dangerous to go downtown, and she became fearful of me going to work. This combined with the break in at our home lead to sleep refusal. Something I had to help he with, leading to bedtime taking hours, because my husband would yell at her. Most nights I was too tired after getting her to bed to do much, which lead to more work piling up.

Job hunting was not as fun as I had hoped it would had been. I had one in person interview, everything else was virtual. Thinking about working at a place I've never seen was terrifying.

Many places simply ghosted me. Lots weren't hiring. A few went on a hiring freeze after my interview.

Every interview asked what hobby I developed during lockdown. I admittedly could have answered this question better, and explained that I survived the lockdown with a toddler and that was an accomplishment.

My home institution decided to go with my co fellow over me. When I asked my mentor why she said they felt she had more to contribute to medical education than I do. I'm convinced that in part this has to do with all the lectures she wrote during lockdown.

I was able to get a job, but it's at a smaller community ED where we have a few beds in an adult ED. I mentioned to my associated program director I was a little disappointed, and suddenly everyone is telling me to be thankful for what I have.

I can be thankful and disappointed at the same time.

I think the biggest thing is a fear that if I hate this job I wont ever be able to find another one.

I also kind of resent my kid and husband, if I had more support or time to focus on fellowship things may have been different.

But life goes on. The vaccine was created, things opened up, and now those who aren't vaccinated can stop masking.

The my body my choice people who previously refused to mask are pleased, and now there are barely any masks when I go out (despite a not great vaccination rate in my area).

My kid is 3 and cant get the vaccine, so we still wear them. She loves to whine about how the others don't wear their masks. "It's not fair."

No, it really isn't.

Masks are still required in the hospital, which parents complain about daily. Recently every time I recommend a COVID test it has been refused. The pandemic is over. Kids can't get COVID. And other nonsense.

Kids as young as 12 can get vaccinated. However there is real concern about post vaccine myocarditis. Now everyone who comes in with chest pain wants to complain, even if they are unvaccinated.

Things have been stressful, and my kid is picking up on that. She still has trouble sleeping and has started having tantrums. We recently had a meeting with daycare and they want us to have seen by psych to get her evaluated.

I've found that I've lost interest in most of my hobbies, not that I have a lot of time for them. Fellowship finished and I have the next two weeks off before starting my new job. I was planning on spending it sleeping, cleaning the house, getting out the baby stuff as we are expecting a new little one in a couple of months, and rediscovering my hobbies.

Today I had an awful migraine. I cant take the meds I usually take because of the pregnancy, and my OB wont prescribe anything because he is worried about masking signs of preeclampsia. My husband refused to get up to watch the kid because he was tired, so I pushed through until he was ready to get up.

I lay down to try to get a nap and I get a call that there has been a case of COVID at daycare, and they will be closing for 2 weeks. They will open up the day I start my new job.

And this my friends is what has broken me.

I was so looking forward to finally have time for self care, and now I get to play stay at home mom again with my kid who is in isolation.

After that call I got up and left the house. I'm sitting in my car at the park writing this, and while I know I will go back home eventually, I'm tempted to drive off and let my husband deal with this for a change.

[castiel-barnes]

MYTHASOURS

Pairing: Ice Hockey! Din Djarin x Reader.

Summary: Yourself and Din adopt a little one, who Din teaches to skate. Ice Hockey AU.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: Slight mentions of injuries. Soft Din. Swearing mentions.

A/N: This is based of @shanediomorrissey Hockey Din AU fanart, which is absolutely amazing and you should totally check out their work.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @scribbledghost

Your husband had been part of the Ice Hockey World since he was very young. That was one of the first things, his adopted father taught him. Now he was on a professional team, in the Intergalactic Hockey League (IHL). His team.

The Mythasours.

One of the best teams in the entire IHL. Home to the late Jango Fett, who's career ended far too soon in a deadly incident. After the incident, the Fett memorial was created and gifted to the Most Valuable Player.

You felt Din move in the double bed, his arms detaching from your waist where they had been for the majority of the night. It must've been 05:35am. Run time. His routine was pretty much the same every day. Run. Shower. Get breakfast ready for you both. Gym and then the training session at the rink.

You groaned as you felt his warmth leave you, and you wrapped the blanket up around around your head.

"Hey Cyar’ika, it's gonna be a good day at the rink today. Wanna come?" He asked as he got his running clothes on,

"What's happening at the rink?" You groaned peaking an eye open. You smiled slightly as you saw the V cut at the bottom of his abs.

"There's uh a charity thing going on today. We're teaching kids from the orphanage, how to skate and play. I just thought you'd like to come with, you're usually really good with kids." Din explained giving you a small kiss to your head,

"Yeah, I'll come with. I like watching you teach little ones." You replied smiling tiredly. You laid in bed for five more minutes, before getting out and showering then changing into warm clothes. No matter what time of year it is. The rink is always cold.

For a change today, you made breakfast and let Din take his time in the shower and getting ready. After breakfast, you packed a few snacks into your bag.

You always took a book with you when the boys where in the gym, although you did sneak glances at Din every now and then.

Before the kids from the orphanage came into the rink, The Mythasours and their opposing team The Twin Sun's skated onto the ice.

As you and the other sat down, you over heard a girl 'bragging' about being Din Djarins girl to her friends? Oh you could not have this.

"Excuse me, I think you should reconsider before you brag about something you're not." You stated standing up,

"And who might you might you be?" She asked in a sneering way.

"I just so happen to be his other half." You replied calmly,

"Oh yeah? Then prove it. Otherwise your just another bitch who wants attention from my hubby." She tried to continue to pretend.

"I'm Y/n Djarin. I'm married to Din Djarin, the Captain of the Mythasours and our anniversary date is March 7th. Now why don't you go before I have to call security." You stated slightly seething, and standing straight to gain height advantage.

At this she backed off and went to the other side of the rink, whilst her friends abandoned her. Din witnessed this whole confrontation, and you went over to him as he called you over.

"What was that about baby?" Din asked holding your hand gently,

"Just another fan who thinks they can get what they want. Don't worry about it din." You replied giving his cheek a sweet kiss.

"Hey look the kids have arrived." You continued smiling. Din turned and smiled as all the kids filed in. He noticed out of all the kids with black, brunette, ginger and blonde hair. There was a kid with white hair, who was slightly smaller than the rest and seemed to shy away from the rest.

As the kids oogled at the professional hockey players, each player got to know the kids individually. Din decided to speak to the little white haired kid that had caught his eye.

"Mr Djarin." Peli Motto stated smiling at him. "It's so nice to see you again." She continued,

"Please Peli, there isn't much for formalities on the ice. Please call me Din." Din replied smiling awkwardly.

"Very well Din. I see you spotted our youngest here today." Peli said as the little white haired kid looked around scared,

"Yeah, what's the little guys name?" Din asked curious.

"Grogu. He is a selective mute we think. He hasn't talked since we got him at the orphanage." Peli explained with a sad look,

"Just sad that a cute one like that can be left with no parents." Peli continued.

"Do you mind if I.. like if I go over to him?" Din asked,

"Of course I don't mind. It's what we came here for." She smiled. Din smiled and skated over to Grogu, he wasn't really standing with anyone else. As he got to Grogu, Din kneeled down and smiled.

"Hi Grogu, my name is Din. How are you today?" Din asked,

All he got from the considerably small kid was a shrug and a nervous glance. But it was better than nothing.

"Do you wanna learn how to skate?" Din asked, at that Grogus eyes lit up like seeing a festival for the first time. Grogu nodded and smiled, causing Din to smile. You watched as Din helped the child, putting the skates on and trying them properly.

Grogu was a little hesitant at first to go on the ice, but Din was there to help him.

"It's okay buddy. I'm gonna help keep you steady." Din said quietly to Grogu. Grogu looked up at him, his big green eyes finally losing some of the fear he had earlier. Din smiled and held Grogus hands, as Din skated backwards.

"You're doing so good buddy. Do you wanna be a professional one day?" Din praised,

Grogu nodded and continued to concentrate on keeping balanced. Din smiled brightly and looked at you for a brief moment, and you were smiling right back at him. After a while the kids had their break, and watched the professionals skate around for a bit.

"I see you got a new best friend baby." You stated giving Din a kiss,

"Yeah, his name is Grogu and he's a mute. But he is so kriffing adorable." Din replied smiling ear to ear.

"He's adorable, you two look so cute together." You said quietly, earning a blush from Din.

After hours, it was finally time to go back to the orphanage. For Din, letting Grogu go back felt wrong. Grogu reminded him of himself when he was about that age, before his adoptive father found him.

When the two of you got home. You could feel something slightly off with Din.

"What's wrong baby?" You asked wrapping your arms around him,

"I just feel kinda bad for leaving Grogu at the orphanage." Din said quietly burying his head into the crook of your neck.

"Well baby, we could always maybe adopt him. If you wanted. Cause seeing you and him earlier. I honestly couldn't of thought anything better." You suggested nervously,

Din whipped round with one of the biggest smiles on his face.

"Really?" He asked, trying to gauge if you were serious or not,

"Yeah. I mean, you'd make a great dad. Watching you with Grogu was amazing. Maybe we could speak to Peli." You replied. Din continued to smile and hugged you tightly.

The next day, you and Din went to the orphanage. You could tell he was nervous but that was a good thing. After some discussions with Peli, Din went by himself to Grogus room.

"Hey buddy." Din smiled kneeling down,

Grogu turned around and smiled brightly. His white hair tousled slightly.

"What do you think about coming home with me and Y/n?" Din asked,

Grogus face went into an expression of disbelief. He nodded and launched his tiny body into Dins. Din laughed as he hugged Grogu back, and helped pack the few belongings Grogu had. The two boys came out into the main area, Grogus small hand in Dins. And the two of them smiling brightly.

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Time skip:

Grogu had been your adopted son for many months now. His skating ability increasing significantly, and starting to become one of the best on the kids Death Watch team.

9 times out of 10, Grogu watched Dins games.

This one game though was very different. The Twin Sun's had a new player. And even Cobb Vanth and Boba Fett had their queries about this player.

The game was heading towards a victory for the Mythasours. And this didn't settle right for the new comer. He saw his opportunity as Din skated forward with the puck, and the new comer shoved Din into the boards.

Din grunted falling to the floor hard, hitting his head against the ice. The game was called to a stop and IG-11 the medic, came onto the ice.

Boba went up to the new comer and got right in his face.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing newbie?" Boba growled,

"I was stopping him. Just cause he is the mighty 'Din djarin' doesn't mean he has my respect." The new comer explained. Boba was about to punch him, until Cobb stopped him.

"It's not worth it Boba." Cobb whispered.

Din was helped out, and Grogu was extremely upset trying to follow.

"I know buddy, I know. We'll go see your buir in a moment I promise. He's gonna be fine buddy." You croaked out trying not be scared for Grogu.

The two of you followed the ambulance to the hospital. And waited in the waiting room for almost an hour. You sat with Grogu and tried to distract him for a while.

Finally the doctor came out, and you stood up with Grogu in your arms.

"Is he alright?" You asked quickly,

"He only has a mild concussion and some slight bruising on his side. We'll have to keep him observation for the next few hours, you're able to go see him if you would like." The doctor spoke, showing the way to Din's room.

Din opened his eyes slightly, and smiled as he saw the two of you.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" You asked quietly,

"My head hurts. A lot." Din replied. He smiled at Grogu and watched Grogus hands as his signed.

'Are you okay papa?' Grogu signed,

"I will be buddy I promise. Its just a part of hockey." Din replied ruffling Grogus white hair.

After a few hours Din was able to go home, and get sleep. For the next few weeks, Din rested making sure to listen to the doctors.

He eventually went back to the rink, slowly getting back into the swing of things. Din attended a lot of Grogus training sessions, sitting on the sidelines giving him tips. He did stay for the Mythasours practice and watched.

When Din finally returned playing, everyone including Boba and Cobb.

"Din! My Vod how are you feeling?" Boba exclaimed smiling and hugging Din,

"A lot better than I was, that's for damn sure. What happened to the kid who gave me a concussion?" Din asked.

"Got kicked out. Turns out he's done this in a bunch of other teams just never been reported properly." Boba returned.

Din's first game back was amazing. Everyone, even the Twin Sun's fans showed their excitement of the Mythasours captain making his return.

The game went to the Mythasours.

At the end of the game, Din done a speech giving his thanks for the support.

#pedro pascal #writing #hockey au #star wars #din djarin x reader

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Day 6: Carpet- Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

Day 6: Carpet - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

Prequel now available: The Test Results 

November Writing Challenge 

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis 

Monday 

“So I’ve been thinking querida, how do you feel about putting carpet on the floor of the nursery? I just don’t want the baby to fall and get hurt because of the hardwood.” 

You blinked staring at your husband, “Santi, baby are you serious? You want to put down carpet in the nursery so if they fall it might not hurt as bad? Baby the whole house is hardwood…” 

“Yeah I know, but they will probably be spending a lot of time in there and I was just thinking it might be a good idea. I already talked to the guys about it and they said they would help.” Santi grins at you. 

“Wait...you are going to have your buddies from Delta Force come to our house and put down carpet in the nursery? You don’t even want to hire someone to install it? Baby that’s insane!” you shout at him before pushing yourself out of the kitchen chair to walk to the kitchen. 

The second you stand, Santiago rushes out of his own seat to hold you. “Querida you need to take it easy you-” 

“I swear to god Garcia, women have been having babies for centuries. I am not going to get injured walking from the table to the kitchen. Santi you need to calm down, you have turned the whole damn house into a baby proof fortress, nothing is going to happen to me or our daughter, ok?” you press your hands against his chest before waddling the rest of the way to the kitchen. 

Santiago takes a deep breath before following you into the kitchen, “Ok, how about we make a compromise? I will lay off on being an overprotective papa bear and you will let me and the guys put carpet in the nursery.” 

You laugh out loud, visualizing your husband as a bear defending the house before you turn to face him again, “Ok...deal you and the guys can put carpet in the nursery.” 

Santi puts his fist in the air and grabs you into his arms, kissing you passionately. Your daughter begins kicking wildly, and Santi laughs before leaning down and rubbing your swollen belly, “you hear that mija, your papa is going to make your room safe for you,” he whispers before placing a kiss on your belly. He stands back up before kissing you again briefly, “I’m gonna go call Frankie and the guys, this weekend baby the nursery will have carpet!” 

You shake your head watching him go off. Good lord what did you just agree too. 

Thursday 

You're sitting on the couch, elevating your feet, watching TV when your phone beeps signifying a text message. Santi and Frankie had gone to the store to pick out the carpet and order the supplies for Saturday. You open the phone and snort when you see a picture of a very annoyed Frankie Morales holding up two basically identical colors of cream carpet. 

Which one do you like better? - Hubby 

You are tempted to reply and let him know they look exactly alike but you know better. 

The one on the left. - Wifey 

Hmmm…. But that one isn’t as soft. - Hubby 

You roll your eyes, how the hell would you know that. You type back a reply. 

The one on the right then. - Wifey 

Hmmmm...but it’s quite a bit darker than the other one. -Hubby 

The look on Frankie’s face is beginning to make sense. 

Pick which one you like then Santi. -Wifey 

…. Ok let’s go with the one on the left….no right….ugh fuck I don’t know this is hard querida, and Frankie just keeps telling me to pick. - Hubby 

You send a quick text off to Frankie.

Tell him to pick the one on the left. - Besties Wifey 

Querida, Frankie’s telling me to get the one on the left and you know he has no sense of style so I am going to pick the one on the right. Is that ok with you?- Hubby 

You shake your head laughing at your husband. 

Sounds great! :) - Wifey 

Saturday 

“Okay get together, I need all of you in the picture!” Benny’s girlfriend Mya is shouting at the guys. They’re all smiling wearing knee pads, jeans, and an assortment of colored flannel. 

You giggle to yourself watching them pose in their work gear. “Santi, baby do you really think this is the best idea, your knees…” you trail off watching the smile slip from his face. 

“Querida...I need to be able to protect our little girl, my knees will be fine. Plus with the four of us it should only take a few hours,” he kisses your head before slapping his hands together guiding the guys to the bedroom. 

It did not take them only a couple hours, four hours in and you and the other wives/girlfriends were lounging by the pool outside. Drinking lemonade and gossiping, when Mya came back out laughing outright holding a white box in her hand. 

“This is the greatest thing I have ever listened to!” she shouts holding the white box out to you. 

“Oh my god, is that….is that a baby monitor?” Madison, Will’s wife gathers closer to your side and you flip the switch on. 

“Why do you already have a baby monitor?” Ella, Frankie’s wife asks. 

“Santi wanted to be prepared for the baby, so he set it up weeks ago,” you tell them, twisting the knobs to turn up the sound. 

From the device comes the voice of your husband panting, “fuck...why is this so goddamn difficult?! This should be easy, I told her this was going to be easy.” 

“Pope, man maybe it’s time to call in a professional. I mean we’ve been working for four hours and have barely made any progress,” Will tells him. 

“Fuck no man, I told my wife we could do this and we are going to do it!” Santi shouts back. 

“Hermano, I’m not trying to sound defeatist but we literally have no idea what we're doing,” Frankie tries to comfort his best friend, “I mean we could shoot our way into the most dangerous places in the world but I know absolutely nothing about carpet.” 

“We are not giving up! Santi needs us!!...plus I bet Mya $100 we could get it done and you know how much shit she’s gonna give me if I lose,” Benny whines. 

Mya snorts into her lemonade, making the rest of you burst out laughing. “Maybe we should just take pity on them, and call in a professional,” you ask looking at the other women. 

“I can’t believe Will agreed to this, he is hopeless with anything related to fixing or maintenance. We have to call in a professional for everything!” Madison laughs. 

You all listen for a few more minutes, laughing as the guys argue before the painful grunt of your husband makes you get up. “That’s it I am ending this shit show,” you waddle into the house and go to the nursery ushering everyone out except Santi who sits on the floor on his butt looking up at you with an adorable pout. 

You walk over to him and look down at him, you bend your knees and half fall/half sit down on the ground next to him. Santi immediately looks alarmed before you raise your hand silencing him. “Baby, I know you really wanted to do this yourself but I think it’s time we call it quits and call in a professional.” 

Santi sighs loudly, “Querida, I wanted to be able to do this for you and the baby. I need her to be safe, and I really wanted to do it myself.” 

“Santiago Garcia, you look at me right now. We are safe with you, we don’t need high tech security cameras, carpeted floors, locks on every cabinet. You didn’t fail baby, sometimes it’s ok to need help.” 

“I love you querida,” he pulls you into his side placing a kiss on your cheek and rubbing your belly, “I love both of you.” 

“We love you too, now help me off this floor my butt is beginning to go numb,” you reach out to your husband who gives you a blank look. 

“I can’t get up right now querida, my knees...I think I need some ice and my pain killers.” 

You blink several times, “....you mean we are stuck here?” 

You both burst out laughing until you’ve got tears in your eyes. You gulp for air before looking at your husband again, “Don’t worry I got this,” he looks at you slightly confused before you take a deep breath shouting, “BENNY!! WILL!! FRANKIE!! HELP ME!!!” 

It sounds like bulls charging through your house when the door suddenly flies open. The look on their faces will be burned in your memory forever, panic and determination. You start laughing all over again, and when Frankie steps forward and asks what’s wrong you almost can’t get the words out, “We- we’re stu-stuck! We- we can’t ge-get up!” 

You and Santiago begin cracking up again like a couple of lunatics before the others join in, eventually helping you and Santi off the floor. Frankie holds your arm and takes you back to the living room, Benny and Will each holding a side of Santi easing him down onto the couch. 

“I took the liberty of calling a company to come out tomorrow to install the carpet,” Mya tells you, handing you your phone you had left outside. 

You thank her before plopping down on the couch next to Santi, your head resting on his shoulder. 

“Baby, you're the best,” Benny tells Mya. 

“Oh ho ho no Benny Miller, you owe me 100 bucks, and I owe you a massive I told you so!” Mya points at him.

The room bursts into laughter again. What a great way to spend a Saturday.

Day 7: Sculpted Javier Pena 

#November writing challenge #day 6 #Triple Frontier #Santiago Garcia #santiago pope garcia #Frankie Morales #Benny Miller #Will Miller #Santiago Garcia x reader #Pedro Pascal #Oscar Isaac

[gotnofucks]

I can see Lee pretty much hovering over you as you get closer and closer to the due date and even took time off of work so he’s there for when you go into labor BUT of course you go into labor when Lee’s out of the house grocery shopping or something like that and he gets a call saying you’re on your way to the hospital and he just PANICS

Combining this with another similar request: What do you think Lee would react when the reader is getting into labor? Would he freak out or would he try to be calm or would he even be there or at work so the reader would have to call on the station?

I’ve had this ask with me for ages and I am so sorry it took this long to answer. I tweaked it a little, and it got a little long. This one is dedicated to two anons- The sweet Nonnie who unfortunately got the virus (wish you a speedy recovery!) and the sweet girl who is preganant and teases her husband with hubby!Lee. ILY both and I hope you enjoy this.

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The laundry basket was taken off your hands before you realized, and you scowled at Lee. He glared right back at you and pointed at the couch.

“Go sit, and don’t make that face. You’re supposed to be resting.” He barked and you resisted the urge to throw something at him…again.

“I am pregnant Lee, not invalid.” You said and Lee rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm and sitting you down himself. He lifted your swollen feet on a pillow, massaging the soles of your feet with firm hands, eliciting moans from you.

“You’re pregnant with my child who will be here in a short few days. God help me wife, but you’ll sit back on your ass and do what I say!”

Despite your ire and irritation, a soft smile graced your lips as you gazed at your husband. Who would have thought that this very man who scared everyone in this town, scared even you at a time would turn out to be a protective husbear. He had exceeded all expectations, going over and beyond for your comfort. Not only did you have the fluffiest pillows on the bed and ten types of pickles in the kitchen, but you got special massages from him every morning and evening.

Lee was far more attentive than any expecting father you had seen before, he was almost frantic as he looked after your every need. The past few weeks he had barely gone to work until finally taking an off, staying home with you to fulfill all your weird cravings and demands.

“Honey, you don’t need to get so worked up. Our baby will be fine, and so will I.” You assured him. He may not admit it, but you saw the concern and nervousness in him, something that warmed your heart. Your child wasn’t there in the world yet, but you already knew they had the best daddy there could be.

But, as much as you loved him and this attention, it was getting too much. You felt smothered by his presence, and him hovering over you, interrupting everything you do was getting on your nerves. So, you sent him out to run an errand, making a long list of things that you swore to him were essential for baby’s arrival. He left reluctantly, not wanting to leave you alone.

It really shouldn’t have surprised you when your water broke just moments after his departing, for you knew how fate loved to mess with you. It was a blessing that your neighbors loved to eavesdrop as much as they did, as they heard your whimpers and came running. You let them load you in their beat-up car, hands covering your bump as you clenched your teeth with every contraction.

“Call my husband, he’s out!” You shouted and your neighbor pressed a cloth to your sweaty brow. She assured you her son had called the station to have someone find and inform the Sheriff of your condition, and you barely nodded as painful waves raced down your spine. The journey was slow as the roads were bumpy and needed to be taken with care. Each bounce made you howl, and you cursed yourself for sending Lee away when you needed him the most.

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Lee was browsing through the diapers section, scratching his head in confusion because he was absolutely lost. What size would fit his little one? Would they be huge like him, or tiny like his wife? Does is matter what cartoon is on the packaging? Would you be mad if he got the wrong thing?

He was wondering this when the store owner came running to Lee, panting.

“Sheriff Bodecker, call for you from the station. They’re taking your wife to the hospital, the baby is coming.”

Lee had not even digested the news, but he was already on the move, his legs carrying him like a tsunami to his car. He would have run all the way to the hospital, but he had just enough sense left in him to drive. All the training he had had as Sheriff and an officer flew out the window. No amount of workshops on handling difficult situations could have helped. His wife was in labour, his baby was coming out of her at this possible moment and he was out!

He broke every traffic law in the city, almost crashing as he drove like a maniac to the hospital. Sweat had gathered on his brow and lip, his heart beating in fear and anticipation. No sooner had the hospital come into view, he abandoned his still running vehicle and jumped out and inside the hospital doors.

“Where is my wife?” He bellowed, scaring everyone. He saw his neighbours running to him, looking scared and wide eyed.

“Sheriff, they’ve taken the missus to the delivery room. That way”

He ran, he ran and swore all the way to the room and pushed open the door. There you were, laying on the bed with your legs spread open and gown pushed over your waist. You saw him, reaching out a hand to him as a scream tore from you, a horrible contraction squeezing your insides.

“Lee!” You called and he rushed to you, taking your hands in his.

“I’m here my love, I am here. I am so sorry, I will never leave again.” He rambled.

You squeezed hand tight, making him grit his teeth.

“You! You did this to me! I hate you and your dick!” You swore and the doctors around the room smiled, till now used to watching wives lose their temper at their husbands.

“Y/n!” Lee said but you dug your nails in his arm in retaliation.

“Don’t shout at me! You don’t have to push a human out of a small hole in your body!”

You were screaming at the top of your lungs, calling your husband names that he had last heard uttered by a sailor. His hand was held in yours, tears streaming down your face and he wiped them, apologizing and trying to sooth you. Lee looked on helplessly, afraid and bewildered at the quick events of the day. The doctor injected you with something, telling you its time to start pushing.

“Stay with me Lee, don’t leave.” You sobbed, your anger dissipating as fear took you over.

He leaned over you, pressing his lips to your temple softly.

“Never darling, never again. Let’s bring our baby home, together.”

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