#gracias diego

[50kgannamolly]

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[biaportfolio]

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[gemininoel]

me siento vista y entendida

[cinemaquiles]

Uma tragédia real para ver no streaming: "A sociedade da neve" (2023), indicado a 2 Oscar

[checkeredflagggs]

One More

Pairing: carlos sainz x wife!reader

summary: you have a secret to share with your husband

a/n: this literally popped into my head at 3 am and demanded to be written

Masterlist

Private Messages, Reyes and y/n

Private Messages, Lily/Alexandra and y/n

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user1: ok but even crying she’s so pretty

↳user2: gross?

↳user1: don’t judge me

user3: Carlos can you fight?

↳user4: seriously Carlos can you fight?!?

user5: all men do is disappoint

↳user6: don’t I know it

user7: ok but what’s actually happening?? Like yn is not the type to cry like that…

↳user8: and outside the Sainz house??

↳user9: ummm where are the boys??

↳user10: that’s what I’d like to know…

↳user11: are we seeing the end of the Sainz couple???

↳user12: don’t even speak that into existence

user13: oh my god leave her alone?!?

↳user14: right?? Like fuck off

↳user14: leave the poor women alone…

Private Messages, Carlos and y/n

f1wagwatch

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f1wagwatch: Y/N Sainz makes a surprise appearance at Barcelona this weekend — a desperate attempt to mend a broken marriage or a heartfelt gesture from a loving wife?

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user15: my crops are watered, my skin is clear, the sun is shining

user16: the scream I scrumpt when I saw her cross my screen

user3: I still wanna know if Carlos can fight — because I will for her

user17: ok you guys need to stop trying to stir up trouble — they both fucking glowed when they saw each other

↳user18: no for real — Carlos like legit froze when he saw her walking his way

↳user19: I never knew someone could freeze so quickly…

user20: did anyone else see how Carlos glowed when y/n was on his arm??

↳user21: oh that man is so down bad

user22: I’m gonna say heartfelt surprise based on the way neither of them could stand to be more than 2 feet away from one another…

↳user23: omg right??? Like Carlos looked so panicked when y/n stepped away so they could get a solo picture of Carlos

↳user24: the look of betrayal he shot y/n was gold…

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user25: god they are so in love…

↳user26: I want what they have

↳user25: so do I

user27: they’re shutting those rumors down hard

↳user28: and good for them!

user29: so fucking classy…

user30: ok but what was the good news??

↳user31: …am I’m crazy or 👶🏻??

↳user32: oh my god I hope so!?! Their kids are so cute

user33: the streets are saying it’s definitely a new baby Sainz!!

↳user34: oh I can’t wait!

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: Newest racer coming this fall 💙💙

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y/n: One of the days of my life

↳carlossainz55: you make me happier every day, Cielito

charles_leclerc: another baby sainz? Félicitations!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: a baby!! Oh I’m so excited and happy for you two

↳carlossainz55: ¡Gracias!

alex_albon: Baby sainz in the paddock?? Hell yeah!

↳alex_albon: I get to claim this one as my nephew right??

↳lilymhe: we absolutely do!

↳y/n: you’ll be the best aunt and uncle for this one 💙💙

landonorris: another godson for me to spoil???

↳charles_leclerc: another?? You don’t have a claim on Diego and Santiago! They’re my godsons!

↳alex_albon: ummm teammate privilege? I’m totally godfather

↳landonorris: you’re both wrong!

↳y/n: you’re all wrong — none of you are godfathers

↳charles_leclerc: what?

↳alex_albon: harsh

↳landonorris: WHAT? carlossainz55 explain yourselves

↳carlossainz55: sorry hermano but whatever y/n says goes liked by y/n

williamsracing: making some baby clothes as we speak

↳y/n: sorry not sorry but this baby sainz will be a Ferrari fan like their older brothers

↳scuderiaferrari: sending you another package as we speak liked by y/n

↳williamsracing: 😢😢

↳y/n: I’m just listening to Sebastian

↳williamsracing: I guess we understand

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[herpsandbirds]

Cool California Critters? (Birds or perhaps Snakes?)

I have exactly what you're looking for...

California Scrub Jay (Aphelocoma californica), family Corvidae, San Diego, California, USA

photograph by Owen Deutsch Photography

California Quail (Callipepla californica), male w/ chick, family Odontophoridae, CA, USA

photograph by Adam Skalzub

White-headed Woodpecker (Leuconotopicus albolarvatus), male, family Picidae, Sherwin Meadow, Mono, California, USA

photograph by Ian Davies

San Francisco Garter Snake (Thamnophis sirtalis tetrataenia), family Colubridae, coastal California, USA

ENDANGERED.

Mildly venomous.

photograph by Matome

Desert Rosy Boa (Lichanura roseofusca gracia), family Boidae, California, USA

Photograph by Daniel Koury

Coast Mountain Kingsnake (Lampropeltis multifasciata), family Colubridae, southern California, USA

Many herpetologists do not consider this to be a distinct species, but a subspecies of the California Mountain Kingsnake, Lampropeltis zonata multifasciata. 

photographs by Ryan Singer

[bellawoso]

We fell in love in October

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

A/N: this was going to be an Ona fic, but when I discovered this picture of lex, I couldn’t help myself 🤍

i brought back diego for this fic, he is too cute not to, and y/n + diego are besties in every universe :)

You were not happy that you were coming into work today, after working a full day yesterday, crammed with people only seeming to be ordering pumpkin spiced lattes with the now colder autumn days.

You loved your job, working in a small cafe in Barcelona whilst you completed your studies, seeing your favourite regulars each day, and the perk of being able to make yourself a coffee whenever you would like.

It wasn’t unheard of for new customers to come in, however it was extremely rare. The cafe was tucked away in the depths of Barcelona, reserved for locals who new the area extremely well.

One of your favourite regulars was a tall, heavily tattooed, blonde woman, who often came in each morning in a Barcelona training kit, wanting a latte.

At first, you had joked that she was a big fan of Barcelona, thinking her matching kit was quite extreme for a fan, however you later learnt to your surprise that she was on the team, which she still teased you about to this day.

Your co-worker Diego, a massive football fan, still fawned over Mapi each day she came in, until one day you couldn’t stand his shyness and instead asked the question that always lingered on the tip of his tongue.

“Diego wants to know when you will bring some other footballers Mapi”, this statement received a smack to your arm from said co-worker, who had blushed crimson red.

“I’m a big fan, okay?” Diego justified himself.

Except Mapi only chuckled and explained she liked having her “own” coffee shop hidden away, and didn’t like sharing with her teammates.

You and Diego left it there, understanding people like their own secret pleasures, Mapi’s being the staple in her daily routine, of visiting you two and ordering a latte.

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You had forgotten about the conversation with Mapi, until two weeks later, she walked through the door at her usual time, you and Diego had already pre-prepared her drink, except for this time, a blonde woman, also in her training kit, followed her into the cafe.

The moment you and Diego both saw Alexia, you both stood there dumbfounded for a second, completely forgetting Mapi’s drink.

Diego was shocked because as a loyal football fan, he obviously knew who Alexia Putellas was, it was hard not to, internally he was fangirling.

You however, thought Mapi’s teammate was beautiful, her smile, her eyes, her muscles.

You broke out of your trance first, handed Mapi her drink, whilst asking “Would your friend like anything?”

The girl spoke up “a latte aswell please”

When you asked for a name for her order, she froze for a second, the majority of people in Barcelona knew who she was, with her infamous nickname “Reina”

Mapi chuckled and muttered

“Ella es inglesa, y no es fanática del fútbol” (She’s English and not a football fan)

You, having moved from England for your studies only a year ago, had no clue what they were saying rapidly in their heavily accented Spanish.

Diego however, heard and laughed with them “She’s called Alexia chica, do you not know the footballer”

“I’m sure if I knew, then I would not be asking, would I? Idiota!” You replied whilst scribbling down the name on the cup, as Diego feigned a look of hurt as he prepared Alexia’s drink.

“Si Diego, deja en paz a mi barista favorito!” Mapi said (Yes Diego, leave my favourite barista alone!)

“I don’t know what Maps said, but I agree with her” which earned a grin from Mapi, as you handed Alexia’s drink to her.

“Pasarlo bien” (enjoy)

“Gracias y/n” Alexia replied with a soft smile, as her eyes lingered on your name tag.

“Adios chicos! See you tomorrow” Mapi shouted as she left the shop.

“Adios Mapi, and Alexia!” You and Diego shouted.

As soon as the door shut, Diego squealed in excitement, “you like her! You have a crush on Alexia Putellas!”

“Shut up Diego! No I do not”

“Ay! Do not fret chica, I saw she was eyeing you up too!”

“Don’t be silly Diego! Now hurry you have to prepare Val’s drink, she comes in soon!”

Although Diego left his teasing there, it didn’t stop for the next few weeks when Alexia accompanied Mapi each morning, and both you and Alexia constantly flirted with each other, but neither making the first move.

Until one morning Alexia didn’t come in with Mapi, and the regular explained how Alexia had to go in earlier today, but how she was going to call in later after training at around 3 o’clock.

Until at 3pm, just as Mapi said, your favourite blonde stepped through the door.

“Bon día, my favourite customer!” you said, earning a smile from Alexia, she usually complimented your improving Spanish, which always no doubt brought a blush to your cheeks.

“Hola y/n! Can I have a-“

“A latte? It’s already finished Ale” you said, sliding her drink towards her, the use of her nickname falling from your lips made the midfielders cheeks flush pink.

“Thankyou cari, tastes as amazing as always” Alexia had recently been using the term of endearment for you, the first time you head it, you choked on your latte, making Diego and Mapi let out a boisterous laugh.

“Can I get you anything else lexia?” You asked.

“Your number.” The blunt statement caught you off guard, did you hear that right?

The girl you had been pining over for the last month wanted your number?

Alexia mistook the silence as rejectment, and turned to leave muttering a soft “lo siento”

“Ale! Wait!” Which made the Spaniard turn back round, a glint of hope sparking in her eyes.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled down your number, adding a heart on the end and handing it to the blonde, who looked like an excited puppy.

“Call me?”

“Why else would I want your number cari?”

You blushed at the obvious statement, shrugged your shoulders, and the previous adrenaline high you received from Alexia asking for your number, pushed you to lean over the counter and kiss the blonde’s cheek, making her in turn blush.

“See you tomorrow?” The blonde hesitantly asked.

“Diego missed you.” You stated.

“If I gave you both tickets for the upcoming match, would you go?” The blonde asked uncertainly.

“To cheer you on? Obviously ale.”

The Spaniard grinned happily at your answer, said goodbye, and left.

The same night, you received two e-mail tickets for the upcoming Barcelona match.

When you told Diego, to say he was excited was an understatement.

You however, was only excited to see where your new future with Alexia would take you.

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A/N: Making a part 2 now! But I will do a poll of New Romantics part 3 or part 2 of this! 🤍

[tortilla-of-courage]

so i have just now learned that the English and Japanese versions of Twilight Princess, in the Hidden Village cat-finding minigame, only give you a generic "you found me!" message and a counter when you talk to the cats

this is NOT the case in the Spanish (and French) versions of the game (AFAIK! maybe others have it. i could imagine Italian doing it too). in those, most cats have unique names, and feature personalized messages about how much fun they're having playing the game with you

I'll only cover the Spanish ones in this post. if you wanna see the French ones, you should check PikZel's thread over on Twitter/X!

you'll see a lot of miaus (Spanish for Meow) and -ifú/-fú (common suffixes for cat names) in the names! they all give their little message followed by "¡# gato(s), miau!" ("# cat(s), meow!"), and if you talk to them again they say "¡Ya has hablado conmigo, mirrimiau!" ("You've already talked to me, mrrmeow!")

I'll try to translate the puns as best as possible 🫡

¡Qué guay! ¡Soy Manolifú!

"This is so cool! I'm Manolifú!" (Manolo (name/nickname for Manuel) + -ifú)

¡Llámame Mario! ¡Qué divermiau! ¿Estará mi hermano por aquí?

"Call me Mario! I'm having so meowch fun! Is my brother around here?" (missed opportunity for Miaurio/Meowrio imo)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Mis amigos me llaman Michel!

"This rules! My friends call me Michel!" (could also be Michelle, so either fem or masc leaning. also Mewchel/Miauchel maybe?)

¡Qué miauy! ¡Me caes requetemiau! Soy Isabel, y me encanta el at��n.

"So ameowzing! I like you a meowt! I'm Isabel, and I love tuna!" (meowt → meow + lot. just in case lol)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Eres un tipo muy molón! ¡Yo soy Fridavid!

"This rules! You're a really cool guy! I'm Fridavid!" (this seems to be mixing Frida + David into one name. gender icon)

¡Konnichi miau! ¡Yo ser Miaumoto!

"Konnichimeow! I be Meowmoto!" (Meow + Miyamoto, in broken Spanish)

¡Cómo mola! A mí me llaman Amalia. ¡A que mi pelambre es elegante!

"This rules! They call me Amalia. Isn't my fur divine?" (come onn, Amiaulia??)

¡Yo soy Marco! ¡Qué diver!

"I'm Marco! This is a lot of fun!" ("diver" in this case being a shortening of the Spanish for fun, "divertido")

¡Qué divergoromiau! ¡Llámame Goromiau! ¡Este goropueblo me gusta, goro! Perdona, es que mi amo era un Goron...

"I'm having so meowch gorofun! Call me Goromeow! I like this gorovillage, goro! Sorry, my owner was a Goron..."

¡Qué bien me lo estoy pasando!

"I'm having the time of my life!" (One of the few kitties without a name!)

¡Qué divermiau! ¡Soy Danifú!

"This is so meowch fun! I'm Danifú!" (Daniel + -ifú i think)

¡Yo me llamo Luisifú! ¡Qué guay!

"My name's Luisifú! This is so cool!" (Luis + -ifú)

¡Qué diver! ¡Yo soy Mariau!

"How fun! I'm Mareow!" (Maria + meow)

¡Qué diver! ¡Me caes muy bien! ¡Soy Miaunuel!

"How fun! I like you a lot! I'm Meownuel!" (Meow + Manuel)

¡Qué bien me lo estoy pasando!

"I'm having the time of my life!" (yep, a repeat. shocking. yes it is a different cat)

¡Qué guay! ¡Soy Carlos!

"This is so cool! I'm Carlos!"

¡Cómo mola! ¡Soy Enriquito!

"This rules! I'm Enriquito!" (Enrique + -ito making it Tiny Enrique, with Enrique being the spanish equivalent of Henry. lil Henry)

¡Qué guay! ¡Mi nombre me gusta mucho, soy Margamiau!

"This is so cool! I like my name a lot, I'm Margameow!" (Margarita/Margaret+ meow)

¡Qué chachipiruli! Esa espada... ¡No queda sino batirnos! ¡Es brooooma! ¡Me llamo Diego!

"This is the best thing ever! That sword... Our only option is to fight! I'm jooooking! My name's Diego!"

(Chachi is slang for Cool, pirulí is one of many words for candy. so basically the best of the best, or the bee's knees, etc)

¡Cómo mola! ¡Gracias por tu tiempo! ¡Llámame Miauigi!

"This rules! Thanks for spending time playing with us! Call me Meowigi!" (Meow + Luigi. that one Mario cat's brother probably!)

whew, that's all of them! had to shove two per image because of tumblr mobiles image limit lol. but now you can share the joy of twilight kitties :3 they aren't Game Changing but they made this one of my favorite places to play in when i was a kid

[michito202]

Chris cuando diego volvio:

chris when diego came back:

(se que ya no era un gato cuando diego regreso pero shh)

Gracias a quien dijo que dibujara memes de gatos xd

Siento que esta feo- culpemos al bloqueo artistico

(I know he wasn't a cat anymore when Diego came back but shh)

Thanks to whoever said to draw cat memes xd

I'm sorry this is ugly - let's blame the artistic block

Translated with Google (as always)

[50kgannamolly]

[mutant-distraction]

Chrysocolla, and Malachite with drusy Quartz. Manto Tres Gracias Mine, Diego de Almagro, Chanaral Province, Atacama, Chile. Photo by Kevin Downey

[bayfuzzball7050]

sabes qué se me antoja? Sabes de qué traigo ganas?? Sabes qué quiero ahorita mismo???

De que me dibujes a f.f. con un gorrito de cumpleaños y pececitos, muchas gracias Dr Diego Sexo

Dios esto está en mi inbox desde hace casi dos meses pero AQUÍ ESTÁ

Espero q te guste ^^

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Marriage of Convenience Chapter 2

Summary:  Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her.  But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband.  Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects?  Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help…

Warnings: smut, slight physical violence

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The next morning Bucky was up bright and early, washed and dressed up fancier than he had been in years.  Thankfully the old, more dressy clothes he had still fit.  As he fed the horses and made sure they were tethered securely to each other and the wagon Y/N came out of the main house.  As she came down the porch stairs she looked up and saw the men waiting for her in a line, each of them holding wild flowers.  

“What is this?” she giggled, adjusting her dress and her purse as she approached the first in line, Diego.

“It’s your wedding day, hermana, you need a bouquet,” Diego answered simply.  

“Aw, well thank you,” Y/N smiled widely at him.  She hugged each of them as she took each small handful of flowers they gave her, clumping them together until she had a proper bouquet of flowers in her hand.  At the end of the line was Luis, holding a flower crown that he had made.

“Oh Luis,” Y/N sighed, her voice becoming heavy with emotion.

“Mija,” Luis greeted her, his own eyes filling with tears.  “I’m sorry your Papa couldn’t be here to watch you get married, so I hope it’s alright if I can at least give you a small father’s blessing in his place.”  He glanced at Bucky then leaned towards her.  “He’s a good man, Y/N.  You will be taken care of.  El te amara mucho (he loves you very much).”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened and she nodded her head, lowering herself in front of him so he could place the crown on her head.  She adjusted it so the pins in her hair would hold it down and then gave him a long hug.  “Gracias, Papa,” she thanked him.  She cupped his cheek with her free hand and then waved to them all.  “Te quiero todo (I love you all),” she called to them as she backed up towards the wagon.

“Te amo (I love you)!” they called back to her, tears flowing freely amongst them.

Y/N turned and almost ran into Bucky.  “Oh!  Good morning, Bucky,” she greeted him.  

“Happy wedding day,” he greeted her back, then took a step back and looked her up and down.  “You look beautiful as always, but even more so today, sweetheart,” he said appreciatively.  

“Again with the sweetheart, huh?” she joked with him.  “I’m sure seeing me in a proper dress is swaying your opinions there, darlin’.”

“Darlin’?  Hm, I like it,” Bucky’s eyebrow raised, a playful frown on his face.  “And no, it’s not just the dress.”  He winked at her.  “Let’s get hitched, shall we?”  He reached for her hand to help her up into the wagon seat.

“Let’s go,” Y/N agreed, choosing to ignore his hands on her hips as he helped lift her up.

The journey into the next town took four hours by wagon.  By the time they reached the outskirts of the town it was already nearing noonday.  Bucky steered the horses to stop in front of the church house, the Parson, Mr. Stark, living in the little home next door.  Y/N suddenly became nervous as she looked up at the church.  It all became very real.  She was getting married.  To Bucky.  Right now.  Her Papa wasn’t here to give her away.  This was a marriage of convenience…

Bucky helped her out of the wagon but paused at the look on her face as she stared upwards at the church.  

“Hey,” he pulled her chin with his fingers to direct her gaze towards him.  Y/N looked at him with panicked eyes.  “It’s okay, sweetheart.  I know this isn’t exactly what you may have had in mind for your wedding someday, but it’s gonna be okay, alright?”  Y/N took a breath through her nose and exhaled quickly through her mouth, trying to calm herself as she listened to him.  She nodded her head as she gripped her bouquet of flowers tightly.  “Just focus on me, it’ll be over before you know it.”

Bucky tied the horses to the post then led her towards Mr. Stark’s door.  Thankfully he was home.  “Ah, Mr. Barnes, Miss Y/L/N, how nice to see you both.  It’s been a long time.”

“Yes, sir, how are you?” Bucky greeted him.

“I’m well.  My my Miss Y/L/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dolled up!” he complimented her, although it made her cringe internally.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N said politely.  Bucky snickered quietly at the tightness in her eyes.

“What brings you my way?” he asked.

“Well, we’re here to get married,” Bucky said, winding his arm around Y/N’s back, pulling her closer to him.

“Oh!  How wonderful!  Congratulations to you both!” Mr. Stark shook both their hands.  “Let me get my things and the missus so she can be our witness and I’ll meet you next door.”

“Thank you,” Y/N bowed her head slightly to him and led Bucky back out the door to the church building.  As they entered through the front door and walked down the aisle she slowed as she stared up at the cross in front.  “I hate churches,” she mumbled.

“Really?  Why?” Bucky huffed a laugh.

“I always found them too quiet, too…sterile,” she said, looking away from the cross and flicking her gaze around at the white and brown furnishings.

“Hm, I can see that,” Bucky agreed.  “Can I tell you something?”

“What?” she asked, finally looking at him.

“I don’t know if there’s a God,” he whispered, giving her a sheepish smile.

“Ah!  Bucky Barnes, how dare you!” Y/N dramatically gasped, her hand pressing against her chest in mock disgust.

Bucky laughed at her acting.  “Do you believe there’s a God?” he asked her.

“No,” she answered quickly.

“Why not?” He asked genuinely. 

“If there is a God, he’s got a lot to answer for.  No all-loving, omnipotent being that I was taught about would allow bad things to happen to good people.  All that praise to an invisible man in the sky, and for what?” Y/N sneered at the cross.  “Now if there is a God, I think he’s more like the one the Natives worship.  The “great spirit,” is what they call it.  Not some man, more like a power in nature, you know?”

“I like that idea better,” Bucky said, watching her shift warily.  “Where is that damn Parson?”

“Watch your language in the house of the Lord, Mr. Barnes,” Mr. Stark chastised as he came through a door on the side.

“Sorry,” Bucky apologized quickly, his eyes comically wide, making Y/N have to fight a smile growing on her face.

“We’re here, dears.  Congratulations!” Mrs. Stark came in next, coming up and giving them both a firm handshake.

“Alright, if you’ll both stand here,” Mr. Stark directed them.  “I assume you have rings to give to each other?”

“Yes, sir,” Bucky said, fishing out the rings from his pocket and handing his ring to Y/N to place on his finger soon.

“Let’s begin.”

Mr. Stark read the wedding vows, having them promise “to have and to hold,” “to honor and to cherish,” the basic wedding vows that most couples would recite.  They exchanged rings and signed multiple copies of the marriage certificate.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.  You may kiss your bride,” he finished.

Bucky beamed at Y/N, his wide smile making his eyes squint at her as she smiled back at him.  He took her face in his hands and kissed her.  This one was more firm than the night before, his head angling to deepen the kiss.  Y/N’s free hand gripped one of his wrists as he kissed her, the tenderness of the moment making her inhale shakily.

They pulled away from each other and Mrs. Stark clapped for them.

“Congratulations!  Happy wedding day!” she smiled.  “Now take this over to the courthouse and you’ll be all official.”  She made sure the ink was dry on the marriage certificates and passed them on.

“Thank you, to both of you,” Y/N smiled at them.  “Have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“The same to you!”

Bucky held her hand as he guided her out of the church and towards the wagon again.  They quickly went to the courthouse, informing them of her father’s death and giving the clerk one of the copies of the certificate to get it officially stamped and archived.  From there they went straight to the bank and did the same, making sure all of Y/N’s father’s affairs were in order and giving them a copy of the marriage certificate to show that Bucky was now the “man of the estate.”

After a few more errands, selling and bartering with crops they had brought from the farm, they decided to grab a late lunch at the local restaurant and bar.  As they entered the noise enveloped them, the travelers getting a bite to eat as they passed through, the locals talking about the local gossip and news, and the loud drunks in the corner making a scene as always.  Bucky led Y/N over to the bar to order some food, then guided her over to an empty table near the front of the restaurant by the window.  

“Well, we did it,” Y/N sighed as she settled into the chair as they waited for their food.  

“We did,” Bucky smiled.  

Y/N gave him a soft smile back.  She thought about what this all meant for them.  She would be able to keep the land, the farm, be able to keep paying the men as her staff, hire new ones when the brothers left, but all under Bucky’s name.  He had made it clear that he didn’t want to run the farm and would leave it to her to make all the decisions, which she appreciated.  But now what?  Once they went back home as man and wife, what did that mean for them?  As she opened her mouth to try to broach the subject she was interrupted.

“Miss Y/L/N, back in town so soon?”  Sheriff Pierce sidled up to their table, the stink of stale alcohol on his breath as he plopped down on the open seat next to her, too close for her liking.

“Sheriff,” she acknowledged him coldly.  

“Oh, and with Mr. Barnes as well.” The Sheriff barely looked at him, his hungry stare staying on Y/N, hiccupping as a wide mischievous smile spread across his face.  Bucky glared at him.  

“Sheriff Pierce,” Bucky answered, but his tone was so menacing that it scared Y/N.  She had never seen or heard him like this before.  “We just came to town for some business.  But you must congratulate us,” Bucky smirked as he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s back.  

“Congratu…wha’?” Pierce mumbled.

“Meet the new Mrs. Barnes,” Bucky’s smirk deepened as he pulled Y/N’s chair closer to him and away from Pierce.  

“Mrs. Barnes?!” Sheriff Pierce suddenly screeched, standing up and knocking over his chair.  The commotion quieted the entire restaurant, all eyes focused on their table.  Y/N stopped herself from shrinking away from the attention, lifting her chin in defiance to Pierce as he stared at them, mouth gaping.  “You got married?  To him?” Pierce pointed at Bucky as he stumbled slightly.

“Yes, I did,” Y/N said.  “Thank you for your kind offer those few weeks ago, but unfortunately I have had my heart set elsewhere for some time.”  Bucky’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced at her quickly.  “Congratulate us, Sheriff, on this fine wedding day,” she gave him a sickly sweet smile, her eyes flashing with triumph.

Pierce’s face was flushed red, his eyes bulging as his gaze flickered between the two of them.  He floundered for a moment, but after hearing someone clear their throat nearby he quickly tried to compose himself.  “Hm, yes, happy…wedding day, to you both,” he mumbled. 

“Thank you,” Bucky said, his arm tightening around Y/N’s shoulders.  “You have a good day, now,” he said as a dismissal.

Pierce sneered at him and mumbled something incoherent before turning away and tripping over the fallen chair.  He nearly sprawled out on the floor but caught himself on a nearby post, quickly straightening himself with a grunt, before leaving the restaurant.

The noise steadily rose around the restaurant again as a few of the patrons approached Y/N and Bucky to congratulate them, offering to buy them a dessert or handing them what little money they could spare as a gift.  Once their food was brought to them and they were left alone again they sat silently as they ate.

“I don’t think that will be the last we see of him,” Y/N muttered as she swallowed a piece of steak.

“I think you’re right,” Bucky replied, shoving more mashed potatoes in his mouth and looking out the window.  “There he is,” he gestured to the side.  Y/N looked out the window and saw Pierce, trying to hide in an alleyway near their wagon but failing miserably.  She sighed heavily.  “Sweetheart,” Bucky’s smirk returned as he looked up at her.  “What do you say to giving him a show?”

“A show?  Of what?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding his innuendo.

“Kiss me,” Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flickered to her mouth and back up to her eyes.

“What?  Here?  Now?” Y/N asked him incredulously, her eyes darting to the people around them.  Even when married it wasn’t customary to see couples kissing each other in public settings.

“Yes.  Right here, right now,” Bucky leaned closer to her.  “We’re newly married and madly in love with each other.”

“Oh are we?” Y/N chuckled.

Bucky rolled his eyes.  “Come on now, wife.  What kind of newlyweds would we be if we weren’t obsessed with each other?  Even in public?”

“I don’t know, husband, perhaps the kind who have not had this discussion yet,” she grew serious, a frown settling on her lips.

Bucky blinked, then closed his eyes and sighed.  “I’m sorry, you’re right.  We haven’t talked about this yet.  What it all means for us.”

“Mhm,” Y/N agreed curtly as she finished her food, drinking the last of her water.  

“Well, we’ve got a four hour ride home.  We can figure it out on the way,” Bucky tried to clear the air, his eyes looking hopeful.  Y/N hated that he was so expressive with just his eyes.  It made it impossible for her to stay mad at him.

“Alright,” she agreed.  “Let’s go home.”

They paid the bill and headed back towards the wagon.  As they got closer Pierce tried to look like he wasn’t watching them.  As Bucky turned to help Y/N back up into the front seat she stopped him, her hand pushing against his chest so that he backed up into the side of the wagon.

“What are you–?” Bucky asked before she cut him off by pulling him down by his collar and slotting her lips onto his in a deep kiss.  Bucky inhaled sharply as she held him firmly to her.  His hands gripped her arms as she continued kissing him, giving a show to everyone around.  She slowly pulled away but not too far, her nose still bumping his, her eyes searching his face before pecking his lips once more.  “Mmh, you’re making quite a show,” Bucky breathed, his voice coming out deeper and more hoarse.

“Yes, but that one was just for me,” Y/N smirked at him this time, patting his cheek before turning and hoisting herself into the wagon seat.  Bucky huffed out a laugh, his cheeks flushing pink at her forwardness.  Pierce let out a loud scoff before heading down the alleyway he was hiding in.

The ride home was long but productive as they talked about the day and what they expected out of the relationship now that it was official.

“You’ll need to move into the main house with me,” Y/N stated matter-of-factly.  

“Of course,” Bucky said.  

“And if you weren’t in my room there would be lots of questions.”

“Definitely.”

“Sleeping in the same bed.”

“A must,” he fought the smile threatening to give away his excitement.

“And, um…” Y/N stopped, swallowing past the sudden dryness in her throat.

“And?” Bucky urged her on.

“And…I suppose we’ll need to, you know, fulfill our marriage duties,” she rushed the words out.

“Eventually, yes,” Bucky replied.

“Eventually?”

Bucky pulled the horses over to a creek nearby to water them.  He jumped down from the wagon seat and helped her down before stretching his arms and legs.  Y/N watched him until he sighed heavily and turned back to her.

“Y/N, believe me when I say…” he walked up to her, not stopping and making her back up into the side of the wagon this time, “...that I would love nothing more than to have you tonight.”  He caged her against the wagon with his arms on either side of her shoulders.  Y/N’s heart felt like it was diving straight down to the pit of her stomach.  “That I have thought of little else besides you since I came to the farm years ago.”  Her eyes widened at that information.  “That my feelings towards you may not be completely reciprocated for a while.”  Y/N felt a twinge of guilt at that.  She did like Bucky and found him to be quite attractive.  She had just never let herself really get beyond that point with anyone that had been at the farm.  They were her father’s employees, friends, and eventually became like family, so any kind of childlike crushes or romantic feelings were always tamped down in her mind before they could even start.  But now he wasn’t just a friend or a part of the family.  He was her family.  Her husband.  And she enjoyed kissing him.  “But I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t ready or comfortable with.  So yes, eventually, we will “fulfill our marriage duties,” as you so eloquently put it,” he gave her a smirk, but there was a sadness in his eyes, “just not tonight.”

Y/N felt conflicted.  A part of her knew she wasn’t quite ready yet to give herself over to him, even though she could now that they were married.   Another part of her really wanted to let him have her tonight and show her what all the hullabaloo was over the wedding night.  Being raised by a father who didn’t know how to raise a girl had come with its drawbacks, one of them not being able to help her or educate her well enough when it came to matters of womanhood or bodily functions.  

Bucky could see the conflict in her eyes and lifted his hand to her face.  He cupped her cheek and rubbed the underside of her eye, then lifted a finger and swiped down the furrow in her brow, making her relax.  “It’s alright, sweetheart.  There’s no rush.��

“I-I know, and I appreciate it, Buck,” she sighed.  “I do like you.  And I do think you’re quite handsome,” Bucky’s smile returned at that statement.  “I just…I don’t know how to do any of this,” she said as she anxiously wrung her hands together and looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze.

“I know,” he said.  “I’m no expert at it, either.  So we’ll just take our time and see where it leads us.”  He lifted himself off the wagon and took her hands, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs lightly.  “Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed, still not able to fully look at him.

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Memoria, verdad y justicia: mural del pañuelo de las Madres de Plaza de Mayo, Gimnasia es Pueblo, Estadio Juan Carmelo Zerillo, La Plata, March 22, 2022 (video here)

«Esa pelota que Hebe está levantando, no es una pelota cualquiera. Es la pelota de la Navidad Tripera. Es una pelota con un fuerte compromiso político y social. Es una pelota de Gimnasia, con la firma del Diego. Es una pelota que abraza al barrio y que cree en lxs pibes. Apuesta a los potreros como herramienta de inclusión. Y se la juega toda por lo clubes populares. Para quienes recién llegan por acá, les contamos que gracias a la segunda edición de lo que nosotrxs denominamos "Misión Navidad Tripera" hay más de 100 pelotas pateando los barrios de Berisso, Olmos, Cementerio y Fiorito. Esa pelota es parte de un proyecto político impulsado con el mandato popular y militante que nos dejaron lxs 30mil. Esa pelota tiene memoria. Somos jóvenes que creemos en el Pueblo y hacemos política ¡sin miedo y sin vergüenza! NO NOS HAN VENCIDO. Y claro que no es casualidad que Hebe esté levantando esa pelota. Gimnasia es Pueblo y Hebe también.» ― Gimnasia es Pueblo

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Video and photo with Diego by La Fosa del Rancor

"Our mate Rocío, has been at the XVII Semana de Cine de Melilla and could congratulate Diego Luna for his "International Award" and thank him for his spectacular performance in Andor.

¡Gracias, Diego!"