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[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

álvaro mayo and violeta hódar for vanidad

[juantinarchive]

🖤♥️

[microfeelings]

Aguanten los celulares nokia loco

[boingdeguayava]

♡   𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲. hp en tercera generación. dieciocho años o más. él/suyo. nacido en versalles, francia. slytherin. estudiante de hogwarts/estudiante para sanador en san mungo. bisexual. sangre pura. reside en londres, inglaterra. personaje abierto. / * TABLERO DE PINTEREST.

[wachi-delectrico]

Grindr hace que quiera ser un varón cis porque es tan difícil levantar un ganado decente siendo travo y trolo a la vez

[a-lexia11]

Crossing the line (part 2)

Ingrid Engen x Putellas!reader

Alexia Putellas x sister!reader

Word count:Around 4k

Warning:some angst

Part 1, Part 3

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions. Ingrid and you began texting—nothing too serious, just light conversation, sharing random thoughts and funny memes.

But even through the screen, you felt something shift. Each message from her made you smile, your heart race, and gave you hope that maybe, just maybe, this could turn into something more.

Yet with each text, a sense of guilt started creeping in.You were hiding something from Alexia, and you knew deep down she wouldn’t be okay with it. The more Ingrid and you talked, the heavier that secret felt, like a weight pressing down on you.

You tried to act normal around Alexia, but it was difficult. Every time she asked about your day or what you’ve been up to, you had to hold back from mentioning Ingrid. Lying to her felt wrong, but you didn’t see any other option.

If she knew—if she even suspected—that you had a huge crush on Ingrid, especially after you exchanged numbers and started texting constantly, she would step in without hesitation.

Alexia’s protective nature would take over, and she’d end things before you even had a chance to figure out what this could be with Ingrid.

The texts between Ingrid and you weren’t anything overtly romantic, but there was an undeniable undertone. A lingering question in every exchange

A “what if” that neither of you said out loud but both of you seemed to feel. There was something simmering beneath the surface, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

——

One evening, after an exhausting day, you found yourself lying on your bed, phone in hand. Ingrid had just sent you a photo of her latest painting—an incredible piece bursting with vibrant colors and raw emotion.

You admired the artwork, but more than that, you found yourself admiring her—someone so strong, talented, and kind, someone who seemed to draw you in deeper with every passing day.

Just as you were about to reply to Ingrid's message, your phone buzzed again. It was a call from Alexia. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Hola, Alexia” you greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Hola, cariño” she responded, her voice bright and full of warmth. “¿Qué estás haciendo?” (What are you up to?)

“Solo descansando” you replied, glancing at Ingrid’s message again “¿Y tú?” (Just relaxing,What about you?)

“Acabo de terminar de cenar con algunas de las chicas” Alexia said softly. “Pensé en llamar a mi hermanita favorita” (Just finished dinner with some of the girls. Thought I’d check in on my favorite little sister.)

A smile tugged at your lips, but the weight of the secret you were keeping made it hard to fully enjoy the moment. “¡Oh, le diré a Alba que dijiste eso!” you teased, hoping to keep things light. (Oh, I'm telling Alba you said that)

She laughed, the sound comforting and familiar. “De todos modos, estaba pensando… ha pasado un tiempo desde que tuvimos un buen rato de hermanas. ¿Qué te parece si vamos a cenar este fin de semana? Solo nosotras dos.” (Anyway, I was thinking... it’s been a while since we’ve had some proper sister time. How about we grab dinner this weekend? Just the two of us)

The idea of a quiet evening with Alexia should have made you happy, but your heart sank.

Spending time with her, knowing you were hiding something that could hurt her, felt like a betrayal. Yet, there was no way you could say no without raising suspicion.

“Sí, suena genial,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady. “¿El sábado?” (Yeah, that sounds great, Saturday?)

“¡Perfecto! Haré una reserva en algún lugar bonito. Te lo mereces.” (Perfect! I’ll make a reservation somewhere nice. You deserve it.)

Her words only made the guilt gnaw at you harder. “Gracias, Ale. Estoy deseando que llegue” (Thanks, Ale. I’m looking forward to it)

“Te extraño, Y/N,” she said, her voice soft and sincere. “Las cosas han estado tan locas últimamente con el fútbol. Siento que no he pasado suficiente tiempo contigo.” (I miss you, Y/N. Things have been so crazy lately with football. I feel like I haven’t spent enough time with you.)

Her words hit you harder than you expected. Alexia had always been there for you, always protective, always your biggest supporter.

Now, you were keeping something from her that she would never expect. “Yo también te extraño,” you said quietly, your throat tight with guilt. (I miss you too)

“Bueno, solucionaremos eso este fin de semana,” she promised, her tone lightening again. “Te enviaré los detalles más tarde. Te quiero, cariño.” (Well, we’ll fix that this weekend. I’ll text you the details later. I love you)

“También te quiero, Alexia.” (I love you too, Alexia)

After hanging up, you sat still for a long moment, staring down at your phone. Your lock screen showed an old photo of the three of you—Alexia, Alba, and you as a baby.

In the picture, Alexia was holding you, kissing your cheek, while Alba smiled brightly at the camera, clutching your tiny hand.

The image filled you with warmth, but also deepened the ache in your chest.

How could you keep this from Alexia? Eventually, she would find out, and the thought of how much it would hurt her weighed heavily on you. Disappointing her, breaking her trust—it was something you couldn’t bear.

But at the same time, you couldn’t deny what you felt for Ingrid. Every conversation, every laugh you shared, made your feelings grow stronger.

The spark between you two was undeniable, and it made you feel more alive than you had in ages. You couldn’t just walk away from that, even if the risk was high.

You sighed deeply, running a hand through your hair, lost in the swirl of emotions. Your phone buzzed again, and your heart leaped, expecting it to be Alexia texting you details about dinner.

But it wasn’t.

It was Ingrid.

Ingrid: Hey, you still awake?

Your heart jumped a little when you saw her message. You hesitated briefly before quickly typing a reply.

Y/N: Yeah, I’m up. What’s going on?

Her response was almost instant.

Ingrid: You didn’t answer my last message, so I just wanted to check if you were asleep—and see how you’re doing.

A soft smile tugged at your lips, even as the guilt you’d been carrying gnawed at you. Somehow, Ingrid always had a way of making things feel lighter, even when everything was complicated.

Y/N: I’m good. Just relaxing. What about you?

Ingrid: Same. Been thinking about you, actually. Remember when we hung out at the park? I really loved that day.

Your heart fluttered at her words. Knowing she was thinking of you, too, made something in your chest stir.

Y/N: Yeah, me too. That was a really great time.

There was a short pause before her next message appeared.

Ingrid: I was wondering... how about we grab coffee again sometime? Or maybe something more? Like dinner?

Your breath caught in your throat. Dinner? Was this her way of asking you out?

A big part of you wanted to say yes right away. But the other part, the one weighed down with guilt and worry about Alexia, hesitated.

You stared at her message for what felt like an eternity, fingers hovering over the keyboard, before finally making a decision.

Y/N: I’d love to.

As soon as you hit send, a mix of excitement and dread washed over you. You were walking a fine line now, and you knew it.

But you couldn’t stop yourself. You wanted to see where things with Ingrid would go, even if it meant more secrets.

Ingrid: Great! How about Saturday evening?

Your heart sank a little. Saturday—your dinner plans with Alexia. Panic surged through you, but you quickly pulled yourself together.

Y/N: Actually, I have plans with my sister on Saturday. How about Sunday instead?

Ingrid: Sunday works! Let’s make it a date, then. 😊

A date. That word sent a rush of excitement through you, but it also tightened the knot of anxiety in your stomach.

This was it—you were crossing the line, stepping into something that might hurt Alexia if she found out.

But it was too late. You were already in too deep, and part of you didn’t want to pull back.

Y/N: I’m looking forward to it. 😊

Ingrid: Same here. See you Sunday. Sweet dreams, Y/N.

Y/N: Sweet dreams, Ingrid.

You set your phone down, leaning back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

Your mind was racing, spinning with everything that had happened recently. You were torn—caught between your loyalty to Alexia and the undeniable feelings you were developing for Ingrid. And you didn’t know how to make sense of either.

All you knew for certain was that Sunday couldn’t come soon enough.

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Sunday arrived sooner than you had expected, bringing with it a whirlwind of emotions that you could hardly contain.

As you got ready, the nerves were almost overwhelming, but excitement pulsed just beneath the surface.

You spent Saturday evening with Alexia, trying your best to act normal as you laughed and reminisced over dinner.

It was like old times, just the two of you—but all the while, a gnawing guilt tugged at your chest.

You couldn’t tell her. Not yet. The weight of the secret was almost suffocating, but you pushed it down. You had agreed to the date with Ingrid, and despite the turmoil, part of you was incredibly excited.

It had been so long since you’d been on a real date, and Ingrid… well, she was someone you hadn’t expected to feel this strongly about.

You decided to meet at a small, cozy restaurant near the city center. It was intimate, perfect for a quiet evening, away from prying eyes.

You arrived a little early, trying to calm the nervous fluttering in your stomach as you checked your phone repeatedly. You were barely paying attention when you looked up and saw her.

Ingrid approached, looking effortlessly stunning. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her in all the right places, with a light jacket draped over her shoulders.

Her dark hair was tied loosely in a ponytail, and as she got closer, you noticed the soft, nervous smile on her lips.

“Hey,” she greeted softly when she reached you. “You look… incredible.” She wrapped her arms around you in a light hug, her perfume enveloping you in a scent that was both comforting and intoxicating. You could have stayed like that forever.

You felt the warmth rise to your cheeks as you pulled back. "Thanks. You look amazing too," you replied, feeling self-conscious but also grateful for her compliment.

Her blue eyes twinkled in the soft evening light, and she gestured toward the entrance. “Shall we?”

You walked inside together, and as you were shown to your table, her hand brushed against yours. The touch was brief, but it sent a shiver up your spine. You could feel the tension already building between you, subtle yet electric.

The dinner started easily enough. You talked about football, music, books—everything that usually filled your conversations. But tonight felt different. Every smile, every laugh seemed charged with something more.

As the night wore on, the topics turned deeper. You spoke about your families, your fears, and even your past relationships—or lack thereof.

You found yourself opening up to Ingrid in ways you hadn’t with anyone in a long time. There was something so comforting about her presence, like she really saw you.

After dinner, neither of you wanted the night to end, so you decided to take a walk through the city. The streets were quieter now, the evening settling in, and you found yourselves near the beach.

The sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore filled the silence between you as you made your way down to a large rock by the water.

You sat there together, so close that your arms touched, and it felt so natural, so right. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the heat from her body next to yours.

Ingrid broke the comfortable silence first, her voice softer now, more vulnerable. “I’ve never really been in a serious relationship,” she admitted, her eyes focused on the horizon. “I guess I just… never found the right person.”

Her words surprised you. Ingrid always seemed so confident, so sure of herself, but hearing this side of her—this vulnerability—made your chest tighten with emotion.

You swallowed hard, your own feelings bubbling up. “Maybe you just haven’t been looking in the right places.”

She turned to look at you then, a small, shy smile pulling at her lips. “Maybe.”

The air between you thickened with tension, the unspoken attraction growing stronger by the second. You could feel her eyes on you, the way her body leaned slightly closer, and your breath caught in your throat. Your heart was pounding so loudly, you were sure she could hear it.

And then, without another word, Ingrid leaned in. Her lips brushed against yours in the softest, most tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, testing, as though she was waiting for you to pull away—but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned into her, your heart racing as you kissed her back.

The kiss deepened, her hand coming up to cup your cheek as you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

The feel of her, the warmth of her lips, sent a surge of electricity through your entire body. Time seemed to stop. Nothing else existed in that moment but you—her lips on yours, her body pressed against yours, the world fading into the background.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless. Ingrid’s cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes wide and bright as she looked at you, her lips slightly parted.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I couldn’t help it.”

You shook your head, a breathless laugh escaping you as you touched her hand. “Don’t be sorry.”

She smiled, a mixture of relief and something deeper flashing across her face. For a long moment, you just sat there, staring at each other, the reality of what had just happened settling between you.

Then, without warning, she leaned in again, this time more confidently. Her lips found yours again, the kiss slower, more lingering. Your heart raced as you kissed her back, your fingers threading through her hair, pulling her closer.

Her hands roamed softly down your back, sending shivers through you as the kiss deepened even further. Every touch, every movement felt like fire, and you couldn’t get enough of her.

You kissed again and again, each one more intense than the last. You could feel the desire building between you, the heat of her body against yours as you held each other, lost in the moment.

The world around you seemed to disappear, and it was just you—just Ingrid and you, your lips, your hands, your hearts beating in unison.

When you finally pulled away for air, you were both panting, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. You couldn’t help but smile, the thrill of it all coursing through you.

“Ingrid…” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I don’t want to stop.”

She smiled softly, her fingers brushing against your cheek. “Me neither.”

You stayed there for a while longer, exchanging soft kisses, wrapped up in each other. It felt so perfect, so right, and yet, there was a part of you that knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

As much as you wanted to stay in this moment forever, reality was waiting, and with it, the complications of your lives—of Alexia.

Ingrid seemed to sense your hesitation because she pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours. “Y/N, I know this is complicated. With Alexia and everything. But I want you to know that I really like you. And I don’t want to keep hiding how I feel.”

Her words were like a punch to the gut, but in the best way possible. You nodded, feeling the weight of everything you were getting into. “I like you too, Ingrid. So much. But…”

“But Alexia,” she finished for you, her smile turning bittersweet. “I know. It’s not going to be easy.”

You sighed, your heart heavy with the reality of it all. “She’s going to be furious.”

“She’ll understand… eventually. She loves you.” Ingrid’s thumb stroked the back of your hand soothingly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Her words brought you a sense of comfort, even though you knew the road ahead wouldn’t be simple. But for now, all you wanted was to hold onto this moment with her. To let yourself feel the happiness you hadn’t felt in so long.

“Okay," I whispered. "We’ll take it slow.”

She smiled, leaning in for one last kiss, her lips soft and lingering against yours. “Slow sounds perfect.”

And with that, the world seemed to fall away once more, leaving only you—two hearts intertwined, the future uncertain, but the present full of hope.

——

In the weeks that followed, you and Ingrid continued to meet in secret, cherishing each moment like it was something fragile and precious.

Whether it was meeting for a quiet coffee in a tucked-away café, taking long walks through hidden parks, or sneaking in a few more intimate dinners, being together felt like an escape.

Each time, the world around you blurred, leaving just the two of you cocooned in your own private bubble.

It was impossible not to be swept away by her. The way her eyes lit up when she laughed, how her smile seemed to make everything else fade, or how she looked at you like no one else in the world existed—it was intoxicating.

Every kiss you shared, every hug, felt like time slowed to a standstill, as if nothing else mattered but the feel of her warmth against you.

You hadn’t defined what this was yet, hadn’t put labels on the connection between you. But it didn’t need words to be felt.

The pull between you two was undeniable, and you knew, even without saying it out loud, that what you had with Ingrid was real—and strong.

One evening after a late dinner, as the two of you strolled along the street of Barcelona, Ingrid paused, turning to face you.

Her hand reached for yours, fingers intertwining with a softness that made your heart flutter.

“Y/N,” she began, her voice low and thoughtful, “do you ever think about what we are? I mean… I know we haven’t talked about it, but this, what we have… it’s more than just casual, right?”

You felt your breath catch for a moment, the reality of the situation pushing against the feelings you had for her. You nodded slowly, unable to look away from her eyes.

“It feels like so much more,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “I think about it all the time. I think about you all the time.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m glad I’m not the only one,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin.

The moments you spent with her felt like everything, yet the weight of what you were hiding from Alexia gnawed at you.

Every time you were with your sister, the guilt grew heavier, impossible to ignore. Alexia had no idea what was happening between you and Ingrid, and each time she mentioned her in passing—a casual comment about training or a game—you had to fight the urge to spill everything.

One afternoon, as you sat with Alexia after one of her games, she casually brought up Ingrid again. “Ingrid estaba imparable hoy, ¿verdad?” she said, her tone light as she scrolled through her phone. “Me encanta cómo siempre lo da todo” (Ingrid was on fire today, right?. I love how she always gives it her all.)

Your stomach twisted at her words, a pang of guilt creeping up your spine. You forced a smile, trying to keep your tone even. “Sí, estuvo genial” (Yeah, she was great.)

But inside, you were crumbling. How much longer could you keep this secret? The fear of Alexia finding out—of her being hurt, angry, or worse—was constant, always lurking in the back of your mind.

You wanted to believe she would understand, that she would see how much Ingrid meant to you, but there was no escaping the possibility that it would change everything between you.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, your phone buzzed with a message from Ingrid.

Ingrid: Are you okay? You seemed quiet today.

You hesitated before replying, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

Y/N: I’m okay… it’s just… Alexia. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this from her.

A few moments passed before Ingrid responded.

Ingrid: I’ve been thinking about that too. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide this, hide us. But I get it… it’s complicated.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stared at the screen. The truth was, no matter how much you tried to act normal around Alexia, it was getting harder.

She had started to give you these curious looks, as if sensing that something was off. You were doing your best to keep things steady, but the cracks were beginning to show.

And the worst part? You didn’t know how much longer you could keep pretending.

The next time you saw Ingrid was for a movie night at your apartment, a special occasion since she would be staying over. Your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness as you prepared for the evening.

When Ingrid arrived, you greeted her with a warm hug. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you said, your voice filled with anticipation.

“Me too,” Ingrid replied with a gentle smile. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

As the night unfolded, you both settled on the couch, choosing a film and making popcorn. Ingrid was her usual charming self, and her laughter filled the room as you joked and chatted about the movie.

At one point, as you sat close together, Ingrid’s hand brushed against yours. You felt a flutter in your chest, and she looked at you with a soft, understanding gaze.

“I hate that this situation with Alexia is causing you so much stress,” Ingrid said quietly, her voice tender. “I don’t want to be the reason for that.”

You squeezed her hand gently, feeling the weight of her words. “It’s not you, Ingrid. It’s the situation... and Alexia. I care about you so much, but it’s becoming really difficult to keep this from her.”

Ingrid’s expression softened with empathy. “Maybe it’s time we talk to her. Together.”

The thought of confronting Alexia was daunting, but there was comfort in the idea of facing it with Ingrid by your side. “I know you’re right,” you said softly. “I just don’t want to lose her... or you.”

Ingrid leaned in, her forehead gently touching yours. “You’re not going to lose me. I promise. We’ll get through this. But we can’t keep pretending this isn’t real. It’s too important.”

Her words, filled with reassurance, were followed by a slow, tender kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against yours, and the kiss seemed to hold all the promises and fears you both shared.

It felt like time had stopped, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, cocooned in your own little world.

When you finally broke the kiss, you both agreed it was time to end the evening and headed to your bedroom.

As you both lay on the bed, you hesitated, unsure whether to cuddle, given it was your first time sleeping together.

But Ingrid looked at you with a loving, inviting smile and opened her arms. “Come here,” she said softly.

You smiled and settled into her embrace, your head resting gently on her chest. Ingrid’s arm wrapped around you, pulling you close, and her fingers began to softly caress your hair.

The tender touch was incredibly soothing, and you felt your body relax completely.

You fought against the pull of sleep, not wanting to fall asleep before Ingrid. She sensed your struggle and whispered, “It’s okay, baby. Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

Her voice was soothing, and she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You let yourself drift off, comforted by her warmth and presence.

Ingrid fell asleep a few minutes later, her breathing steady and calm underneath you.

The night unfolded serenely. You lay slightly turned away, with Ingrid nestled close behind you, her arm wrapped gently around your waist and her head resting in the nape of your neck. The room was calm, the only sound being the soothing rhythm of your breaths intertwining.

Suddenly, you were abruptly awakened by a loud voice that broke the peaceful silence.

“Qué coño está pasando aqui?!” (What the fuck is happening here)

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[chunniwritesalot]

mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 2

i jut cant help myself chat

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 a

cw: nothing really! none of the photos used except the one below this is mine! all of them are from pinterest

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

Francesca or Fran is your OLDER daughter and Rubi is your YOUNGER daughter.

(in the tweets it was y/o/d which stood for your older daughter but i ultimately decided to name the kids just so it was a little easier for me! i don’t feel like changing the tweets so…)

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"mama!" fran called out as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. rubi was doing her homework at the counter as fernando and y/n cooked dinner- some seafood dish that smelled absolutely amazing. fran plopped herself down on the seat next to her younger sister and watched her parents. fernando turned to her from the stove and raised an eyebrow, "hm mami?" he asked her. the oldest daughter rolled her eyes, "papa, i wasn't talking to you" she sighed, fernando grinned, shaking his head, "mama and i are basically the same" he chimed, turning back to the stove, y/n chuckled and turned to fran "yes, mija?" she asked, smiling at her eldest, she was such an angel. fran pulled out her phone and showed her mother the tweet. y/n frowned, "no posts from mrs. alonso?" she read out, raising her eyebrow, "posts from what? why are they getting weaker? do you know this person?"

francesca sighed, "mama they want you to post on your instagram, thats what they mean."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "hmph, i didn't know people were waiting on me to post... fernando, did you know this?" fernando frowned himself, turning away from the stove once again, "no i didn't know this fact." he too, leaning forward to read the tweet on fran’s phone. he shrugged, "tal vez sea una señal (maybe its a sign)"

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y/nalonso has posted!

liked by franalo14, landonorris, lance_stroll, fernandoalo_offical, claireannstroll, and 506,980 others

y/nalonso Mi post en Instagram...😘😮

(translation: My post on Instagram)

tagged: @/franalo14 @/fernandoalo_official @/chloestroll @/lance_stroll @/claireannstroll @/lewishamilton @/logansargeant

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franalo14 everyone thank me!

user1 thank you fran user2 thank you fran user3 thank you fran user4 thank you fran user6, user6, user7, and 580 others have responded...

lance_stroll I MADE IT INTO THE FAMILY POSTS 🤩😍

y/nalonso Hello mijo, please come over...Rubi misses you...thank you...🙃🙃 lance_stroll sounds good...😨 user8 HELP SAVE LANCE NOW.

lewishamilton Thanks for the dinner invite! Amazing food 🙌🙌

fernandoalo_official Thank you Lewis😛 lewishamilton I wasn't talking to you 😅 fernandoalo_official Oh.......😫😥

claireannstroll Amazing photos sister...😘🥰 Come over tomorrow for lunch👯‍♀️👩‍🍳

y/nalonso Sounds like a plan, I will bring some wine Fernando got from Italy...May need to stay over! Can not drive drunk😂😂😂🍷😵 claireannstroll L.O.L!! Sounds risky...😎😏😹 user9 oh to be invited to the stroll alonso hangouts franalo14 @/user9, trust me you do not want to be invited.

fernandoalo_official So hot😫😍

fernandoalo_official No puedo dejar de pensar en ti...😏😲 (translation: I can't stop thinking about you)

fernandoalo_official Eres el postre perfecto para una cena romántica 😍😋 (translation: You’re the perfect dessert for a romantic dinner) <thank you to the anon that helped me translate this 💗> user10 why is nando replying to himself this cannot be real

y/nalonso Thank you husband😏🤪🥺

user11 MRS. ALONSO YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO THE COMMENT 😭 y/nalonso Oh...please do not cry at my mistake...I am very sorry😯😓💗 user11 @/y/nalonso wait mother im sorry 💔 user12 @/user11 shes a little confused but she got the spirit

chloestroll such a fun beach trip with you, aunt y/n! can't wait to see you again soon 💕💕

y/nalonso You must come soon...😉

user13 mother has blessed us again!

oscarpiastri mom said thanks for the recipe mrs. alonso

y/nalonso Please tell Nicole to come over again...Oscar... oscarpiastri 😦

logansargeant thank you for inviting riley and i for dinner 😁

y/nalonso Please come again soon, mijo... food will be hard to come by when you are unemployed logansargeant oh... 😨 riley_whittal HELP? user14 SHE VIOLATED LOGAN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

carlossainz55 ¡Qué bueno verte! (great seeing you!)

fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo te sientes? (how do you feel) carlossainz55 He arruinado mi vida. (i have ruined my life) fernandoalo_official 😬😬

maxverstappen1 P wants to see Rubi again!

y/nalonso Let us arrange a playdate. Rubi likes playing the Dressing game on Robux🎮🎮with P🫛I am in 🇲🇨on the 13-20th.Please text my number Max…

maxverstappen1 Yeah… sounds good 🤨😂

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my requests are open! if you want to see something special done w this series dont be afraid to ask :)

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sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[garpen]

*Live Dick Reaction*

I’m genuinely in love with this series, couldn’t help but make fan art for the woman ever </3

(I imagine that Cass is gathering more “blackmail”)

No because you actually don't understand how much I fucking love this!!! By the gods??? Fucking phenomenal, beautiful, fantastic, amazing, there's not enough words in the English language to express how much I love this so:

Esto está hermoso, increíble, perfecto. Mis ojos han sido bendecidos, eres un ángel caído del cielo para regalarme esta joya! Te daría un beso ahorita (en buena onda) si no siguiera enfermo.

Sorry if you don't speak Spanish, but English just could not express how happy this made me to see. Could I pretty pretty pretty please use this in my au 🥺 If not, it's totally okay you can say no, I would get it. Either way I literally love you and this so much ughh

You've graced my eyes with your creation and generosity. May the muses guide you, and ensure your artistic mind never fails you.

[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby, incoming!

carlos sainz x fem!singer!reader

summary - you and carlos have been married for over a year now and you’ve gone MIA. what could be the reason? new music or a new beginning? maybe both?

fc - emrata

masterlist

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charles_leclerc <3

“and you’re sure you’ll be alright while i’m gone, mi amor?” carlos asks you for what feels like the hundredth time as he is packing up his suitcase. you sigh, walking out of your shared closet and placing another one of his clean ferrari polos into the suitcase and then heading to take a seat on the bed next to his luggage.

“quierdo, soy perfecto. i am pregnant, not dying. now please stop worrying about me while your parents as well as mine stay down the street. i am not alone, mi amor, and you are my first call if anything happens,” carlos listens carefully as he forgets about packing momentarily to come stand between your legs that were dangling off the bed, you reach out as he moves closer to hold both of his hands in yours in order for him to receive the message fully, “porfa, i will be fine just like i have been before,”

carlos gives a quick squeeze to your hands and a brief kiss on your forehead as he soaks in the words he was just told, “yo sé, cariño. i just hate missing everything and leaving you while you need me,” the guilty, solemn look on his face is enough for you to quickly stand, remove his hands from yours and wrap your arms tight around him.

he reciprocates the hug quickly with his hands finding your waist with a firm grip, “mi amor you've been there for me constantly and will be there for our baby once they come; besides me being stuck at home will finally give me an excuse to finish out my album so you have no reason to feel guilty,” you slowly loosen your grip in order to look into his warm, inviting eyes yet his hands never leave your waist.

he gives you a short kiss and then begins to speak up once more, “i just wish we could announce you’re pregnant already so that i could be with you, i hate being apart already and this just makes it harder,” he leans his forehead on yours as his hands disappear from your waist in order to lightly begin caressing your small yet prominent bump, “i know, my love, but my manager would kill me if she could not find a way to make one short announcement work in my albums favor, even if it means capitalizing on my baby,” you say with a short laugh.

carlos just smiles on with you by saying, “welcome to hollywood,” there is then a small kiss, a finished packing job, a sad goodbye and then a long plane ride for carlos as he arrives for the mexico grand prix. 

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you had already received a text from carlos telling you that he landed and was heading to his hotel and then the paddock and he would call you later.

something about his words earlier had been sticking with you all day in the back of your head, ‘i hate being apart already and this just makes it harder’.

you and carlos had known each other before the fame with your parents being friends and the both of you have dated throughout it. you rarely were apart as you would go to almost all his races and travel with him and in turn during his breaks you would tour and he would tag right along. it had always worked beautifully since the flexibility of your job allowed you to work from ultimately anywhere, therefore why not spend it following and being with the love of your life? the distance from carlos was difficult, not even remotely from distrust or anything negative, just the simplicity of missing out.

you made a fast but firm decision and began to pack a bag. you gave a quick call to your mother in law informing her of your plan and letting her know you’d be by soon to drop off the dogs and then she began to insist she even drive you to the airport.

she has always loved you like a daughter for as long as you and carlos have been together claiming ‘she is just so good for him, no sé’.

then there is a quick flight, a large hoodie thrown on, and a pregnant y/n waiting right outside carlos’ hotel door.

your hand is brought up and with a sharp knock you stand still simply waiting. carlos takes a minute to open the door and as he does his eyes immediately light up, “y/n!” he makes haste to pull you into his room and into his arms immediately, “qué haces aquí?”

“ay! you’re asking me what i’m doing here instead of a long i love you my beautiful wife thank you for coming,” you mock and joke as he continues to rock you back and forth in his hold.

“lo siento, amor, gracias para coming all this way,” he leans back to look into your eyes while one of his hands finds its way to your bump,

“i was just confused because everyone is going to see, no?” he continues. you nod and begin to laugh while saying, “to be completely honest, carlos, i dont give a fuck. my fans will either buy my album or won't, it doesn't depend on our child. and i for sure am not going to miss out on seeing you race or rob you from any papi/baby time just for a stupid album,” he listens to you speak while his eyes begin to glisten over with happiness, “y/n, i’m so happy porfa can we post now so that i can take you out to a nice dinner and we can actually be people again,” he finishes off his sentence with a laugh.

you just simply smile, nod and give him his answer in a long-awaited passionate kiss. “gracias dios,” he whispers against your lips with a small sigh as you just let out a giggle.

you were a bit nervous before but now after being with carlos and seeing his relief you know you made the right decision. 

yourusername and carlossainz55 baby sainz coming soon <3

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[gavitaffy]

Interview

A/N: HII! This is my first story here on tumblr, I’m excited to hear what you guys think about this (please be nice :’)) I don’t got a lot of experience with writing fan fic’s, but reader? a lot of good experience there. I don’t know completely how tumblr works so smby please teach me

Warnings: None

Not proofread

Pairings: Pablo Gavi x f!reader

You were standing near the field, and 2 minutes were left of the game. The whistle finally blew, Barcelona won, again. You went over to the players with your camera crew looking for any players.

You wandered around with your gifted jersey woth number 6 on it from the club, you were a sports reporter and coming to matches wasn’t rare.

As you stood there for about 5 minutes you finally got a hold of someone, Gavi.

¡Hola Gavi! Felicidades por tú victoria de hoy y 3 goles de esté partido, ¿cómo te sientes? (Hello Gavi! Congratulations with your victory today and 3 goals this match, how are you feeling?)

¡Hola y muchas gracias bonita! ¡Los 3 goles fueron absolutamente increíbles, no me lo esperaba! (Hey and thank you so much beautiful! The 3 goales was completely fantastic had mever imagined me that).

¡Tan bueno! ¿Qué crees que te trajo esta suerte hoy? So good! What do you think gave you the luck today?

You looked Gavi in the eyes as it seemed like he pondered about your question and started to blush

Por supesto mi familia, por supuesto (My family, of course)

¡Que lindo! (How cute)

You turned to the camera and said your goodbyes, right as the camera turned off Gavi said

Quise decir que hoy eras mi amuleto de buena suerte (I meant that you were my good luck charm today)

You looked at Gavi in a mix of shock and admiration

¿Qué quieres decir con eso? (What do you mean by that?)

Lo qué quiero decir con eso es que eres hermosa (What I mean by that is that you’re beautiful)

Both of you started to blush heavily, he noticed this and decided to make a move on you

¿Tienes un marcador? (Do you have a marker?)

Si, aquí (Yes, here)

Quitate eso. (Take that off.)

He pointed at my barcelona jersey. You were shocked by the bold statement, as you took your jersey off, he took his off. The compression sweater fitting his body perfectly, which displayed his abs to the point where you could stare at them for hours.

Déjame firmártelo (Let me sign it for you)

Oh, muchas gracias Gavi (Oh, thank you so much Gavi)

What you didn’t know he didn’t just sign it, but on the inside of the jersey he wrote his number, he gave you his jersey and winked at you saying

Te espero en mi próximo juego hermosa (I expect you at my next game beautiful) he said and walked off

You put his jersey on and now you were a blushing mess, you went straight home and decided to take a shower, but as you took the jersey off it went inside out as you notched the black marker stains, as you studied it closer you saw a number, shocked you sent messages to the unkown number.

Unkown number

Hola, ¿quién es? (hello, who’s this?)

Soy Gavi, ¿no me recuerdas? (it’s Gavi, don’t ou remember me?)

Calro que sí, pero no sabía que eras tú quien escribió el número en la camiseta (Of course, but I didn’t know it was you who wrote the number on my tshirts)

Fui yo😉 (It was me)

¿Para qué quieres mi número en realidad? (What do you need my number for actually?)

Para invitarte a salir en una cita… (To ask you out on a date…)

¿Así que me estás invitando a salir ahora? (So you’re asking me out on a date now?)

Sí, eso estoy haciendo. ¿Mañana a las 17:00 te parece bien? (Yes, I am. Tomorrow at 17:00?)

Me parece perfecto🫶🏼 (Works for me)

Nos vemos entonces🥰 (See you then)

*Phone number saved as Gavi🫶🏼*

A/N: It’s waaay over my bedtime now, first story out of the way! I hope you liked it, maybe a pt. 2 would be fun but we’ll see♥︎

[all444miles]

hi this is my first time requesting! can you do e42 miles and his girlfriend on her quinceañera please and ty <3

— PRINCESA

pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!afro-hispanic!reader genre: fluff summary: it's your quince, your big day, and your boyfriend is right there with you, dancing with you (and shi, he can dance) reveling in your beauty ‹3 a/n: this is your first time requesting? this is my first request, so, im honored!! this was acc like, really fun to write 😭 the fact this isnt even long but i still took so long is SILLYY, im rlly rlly sorry for that.. + if these translations r wrong PLEAAASEEE CORRECT ME bc ion wanna mess up on this at all

a/n 2: anything underlined with probably have a link to give you a ref to wtv the context is, (e.g, your makeup), the nails, dress, n bouqet are in the three pics above!! also, the large spaces between paragraphs is js basically a lil skip to the next part (like the entrance to the last doll !) please do listen to the song shown in the fic when the waltz happens to feel how the reader did, n i tried my best to describe what was happening but this quince vals kinda shows it best, js imagine more men around em n the start of this for the surprise dance, i think its called wepa? (MILES HAS A COWBOY HAT ON AGGGHHGHH) 😭 enjoy!

It was your day. the day you turned 15, the day you transitioned from girlhood to womanhood, and God, you were estatic. It was all planned perfectly.

You were outside the hall, and it was time for your entrance. Your mother and Rio were adding the finishing touches to your hair, while your lover carefully put on your necklace for you, as you didn’t want to mess up your nails. He paid for them, after all.

“Mi amor, you look like proper royalty right now, y’know that?” he says to you, making your heart feel warm as he speaks. You smile at him, “Thank you, Miles. Ma, are you sure everything is gonna go okay?” you look at your mother with slight concern, fidgeting with your fingers. “¡Cálma, cielo! Te ves goregous, y me he asegurado de que todo salga perfecto, ¿de acuerdo?” (take it easy, angel! You look gorgeous, and i’ve made sure everything goes perfectly fine, alright?). You nodded your head, as Rio motioned you to take two deep breaths, Miles chuckling in amusement.

Your father stepped in and announced, “Es hora princesa, ¿estás lista?” (it’s time princess, are you ready?). You smiled, your nervousness fading and your excitement overtaking as you quickly fixed your dress. “Mhm!” And with that, you walked into the court as Lo que paso, paso by Daddy Yankee played, your left hand in your mothers and your right in your fathers, as four of your cousins, as your chambelanes, (including Miles, the chambelan de honor), danced behind you as the three of you danced into the court, the MC announcing your arrival.

You sat down on your “throne” as your little sister came up to you, twirling before stopping to face you and handed you your last doll, a smile on her face. “Gracias, hermanita” (Thank you, baby sister) you whispered to her as you kissed her forehead and she hugged you, giggling before walking off back to your mother.

After your crowning, changing of shoes and your father daughter dance, it was time to do your waltz. The setting faded as a light shon on you and Miles, a smirk on his face, Golden Hour by JVKE playing in as your chambelanes moved around you two.

She’s got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night..

Your boyfriend had your hand in his, close to eachother, a loving smile imprinted on the both of your faces. “Ya sabes, cariño, puedes bailar bastante bien.” (You know, baby, you can dance pretty well.)” He chuckled and slightly put his head down and shook his head, “Por supuesto que puedo, ma, lo aprendí de y para mejor.” (Course I can, ma, I learnt from and for the best.)

As the incoming line came in, Miles spun you three times, then your primos (cousins) and your boyfriend circled around you before lifting you up and spinning you, your dress flowing.

It’s your golden hour..

A grin from ear to ear, you watched everybody around you looking up at you astonishment as you spun, hearing cheers from your aunties and your mother (Rio included). They put you down, as the song continued, your chambelanes on one knee around you, you in the middle taking a curtsy, before continuing your dance.

The song faded, it had ended, but it was time for your surprise dance. The loud blasts of el mariachi and fizzing of the indoor pyrotechnics could be heard from every angle of the room; the boys on stage as you stood back till it your signal to come in.

Your primos and Miles’ stomps echoed through the court—holding onto their hats as their body’s moved, to the flow of the music. Miles was actually better than you expected at this, and he looked quite fine with that hat on too, you thought. You heard whistles coming from your tios, and a small shout of encouragement from Rio to her son, which make you chuckle. She patted your back and motioned you to step in.

You walked into the middle as the boys stepped back, sprinkling roses onto you as you spread out your arms. As you stepped in and stepped out, Miles on one knee as you circled around him, your cousins stomping once again to the beat of the sound. He stood up as you held your dress to dance along with them, them picking you up one last time, earning trills and cheers from the people sitting down.

The very last song came in, and it was just you and Miles, dancing cumbia together, your cousins stepped back hyping you two up. You kicked forward as he kicked back, you two dancing in pure sync, the whole court cheering your names while you two tried to hide your laughs. It was one of the best nights of your life, a smile on everybody’s face the entire time.

At the end of your quince, you and Miles were talking in a corner. You looked up at him, pupils dilated “Te ves muy guapo con ese sombrero puesto.” (You look pretty handsome with that hat on.)

He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Oh, word? Aight, i’ll keep it on then.” You pressed your forehead with his, “Gracias por hacer que esta noche sea tan divertida para mí, cariño.” (Thank you for making this night so fun for me, baby). He kissed your forehead, “No hay nada que agradecerme, mi reina, fue muy divertido ser promocionado por tus primos.” (There is nothing to thank me, my queen, it was a lotta fun to be cheered on by your cousins.)

He planted a kiss to your lips, “I love you, mami.”

“You know I love you too.”

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

[pablitogavii]

Pablo’s mom and dad LOVING her so much like but his dad loves her more?

Familia

I was going to the Netherlands with the Gavira family to support Pablo's final game of the season and hopefully his first national win. I had no doubts that they will win knowing how hard he had worked the entire season and that he always leaves his heart of the pitch whenever he plays.

"When is your flight??" he asked while we were on the face time and I was sitting on the airport smiling at how adorable he looked when he was all snuggly in his bed.

"In five minutes we will board the plane..I'm excited to see you tomorrow bebé" I say when his dad walked up to me with a blanket in his hands putting it over my shoulders.

"Gracias Sr. Gavira" I say and he smiled waving at Pablo who smiled at him always glowing when he saw just how much his family loved me. Pablo always valued his family and the fact they loved me so much made him love me even more.

"I'm excited to see you too amorcito..are they taking good care of you??" he said and Aurora told him to shut up and they they loved me more than him which made his parents laugh.

"No esta posible pero I am glad they are treating you like a princesa that you are" he said and you blushed nodding your head and talking some more before finally boarding the plane.

aurorapaezg

Off to Neatherlands with mia hermanita bonita <33 Vamos España!

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comments:

y.n.bebe: te amo bebe!

aurorapaezg: muchisimo!!

paezgavirafam: beautiful how much love his family has for her!!

pablogavi: mia princesita bonita!! <33

y.n.bebe: amor!! <3

belengavira: mis dos hijas! liked by pablogavi, aurorapaezg

y.n.bebe: <33

rorastanss: idk which one is prettier!!? AHHH

gaviy.nstanss: gavi you better marry this girl!!

When we finally arrived and went to pick up the suitcase, Sr. Gavira said he will take care of mine as well which made me smile gratefully. Pablo certainly took his father's manners and always behaved like a true gentleman.

"In my family, ladies don't do anything..and you are apart of this family now" he said and that warmed my hear making me give him a hug and take my suitcase as we got to the hotel.

Pablo was already there waiting for us at the front office and the moment I saw him I rushed to hug him as he raised me off my fit spinning me around.

"Hola princesa!" he said after putting me down and I blushed bright red looking at his lips wanting to kiss them so badly. We weren't much of a PDA couple but after weeks of not kissing, he grabbed my chin and kissed my lips passionately.

"Te amo muchisimo!" he said after a few more pecks and I nodded saying it back before we turned towards his family who looked at us in awe.

"Estan tan perfectos hijo! Can't wait to have a little grandson in the future" Belen said and I blushed bright red just like Pablo in that moment.

"Mama! We're too young for that now! Vale! Let's go to the rooms!" he said changing the topic while we laughed at how embarrassed he got all of the sudden. I always thought it was cute.

Fast forward to the game, you were very excited to watch Pablo play his first ever national final praying that he wins his first title for the national team.

He played really well and a few times I was even worried jumping to the glass to see if he was alright after being tackled. I never liked that players always tried to hurt him!

belengavira story

her being worried when he gets tackled!! that's love <33 mi hija!

reposted by y.n.bebe: te amo <33

When they won, I screamed so loud celebrating with Rora, his friends and family until we were escorted tot he pitch after they received the trophy.

I rushed towards him like back at the hotel and he grabbed me raising me up in his arms and kissing me passionately.

"That trophy is huge amor!!" you say and he hugged me from behind kissing my shoulder lovingly.

"You're my only trophy preciosa" he said and I blushed turning around and hugging him tightly. We waited for our turn to take a picture with the trophy and Pablo pulled me close wanting to have one together first.

"Tan preciosos!" Aurora said and that made us both blush when the picture was taken as we looked at each other and he kissed me suddenly making the photographer take a few more.

Then we took pictures all together, as a family, and I felt so happy to have them all become my new family as well. It felt so special to be apart of all of this today.

Pablo then said a few words for a short interview while we waited together behind the camera.

"Who would you dedicate this win to Gavi? It's your first national title" was the question and he looked at all of us standing together smiling wide.

"My family definitely..I couldn't do it without them by my side" he said and his dad grabbed my hand pulling me with him before placing me in Pablo's arms in front of the camera.

"We are all his family but it's the love from this beautiful girl that keeps my son on the right track" he said and you blushed smiling at Pablo who looked down at you while proudly nodding his head.

"It's really beautiful to see your family loving your girlfriend so much" the lady said and you smiled leaning your head on Pablo's shoulder as he kissed the top of your head lovingly.

"She's easy to love..but it really means everything to have my family accept our relationship and consider her as part of our family" he said and soon after the interview was over and we joined back with the rest.

pablogavi

I won today..but like I said you are my biggest trophy princesa <3

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gavirafans: how beautiful they are together!!!

gavigavi: real love conquers all!

y.n.bebe: making me cry amor <33

pablogavi: only smile mi princesa! <33

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pablogavi: love you mama!

aurorapaezg: it's important for me to see my hermanito happy..and I can finally said that he found someone who can make him just that.

pablogavi: hermana <33

y.n.bebe: <33

alehandrobalde: congrats hermano!

pedri: que lindo!

ansufati: amor para siempre!!

And after a nice family dinner and another night at the hotel, we were flying back to Spain all together. I was so happy Pablo was going to leave with us since I really wanted to spend all of my time with him.

"Now that the season is finally over, and i have my vacation I will give it all to you mi preciosa" he said while we cuddled in our seats and I smiled nodding my head and looking up at him with by eyes. He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss. We didn't even notice Aurora snapping a picture of us and sending it to me. I just had to post it.

y.n.bebe

finally with you..always with you <3 te amo mi campeon!

reposted by pablogavi: mi amor <3

And with that I fell asleep comfortably in his arms...

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

My Candy Love New Gen is finally out!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 So I went ahead and played the first chapter a bunch of times, here are the answers I chose in case they can be useful to someone else :3 (spanish only since that's my main server)

/neutral +positive -negative

Zahra: Bueno, ¿quieres beber algo, Ysaline?

Un zumo de naranja está bien. /

Como tú, un café será perfecto. /

Sí, me apetece un té, si hay. /

Zahra: …

¡Y también pienso disfrutar de ella! No creo que mi próxima casa tenga piscina… /

¡Y cuando vuelvas ya me habré ido! /

Y me salvas la vida, de verdad. No me quedaré mucho tiempo… /

Zahra: Por cierto, Ysaline, ¿qué esperas de este nuevo comienzo?

(REBELDE) Quiero tomarme la revancha. /

(DULCE) Pues la verdad es que espero que vaya mejor que en EPMC… -Tasha

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Quiero arrasar en mi nuevo trabajo! +Tasha

Zahra: ¡Qué experiencia más terrible! ¡Podría haber hecho que Ysaline se desencantara del amor para siempre!

(REBELDE) Ignoraré los consejos de una adolescente de dieciséis años. -Tasha

(DULCE) No te preocupes por eso, mamá. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo que tengo muy claro es que el siguiente que intente jugar conmigo va a pasar un mal rato. +Tasha

CONJUNTO: 40 PAS

Archibald: Pero lo que no sabía es que tú también habías decidido venir aquí…

De momento, estoy en casa de mamá. REGALO TAKI

Llevo muy poco tiempo, acabo de llegar… /

Para ser sincera, lo cierto es que no he tenido elección. /

Roy: Y no entiendo cómo es posible que no me haya fijado en ti…

(REBELDE) ¿En serio ese es tu mejor piropo?

(DULCE) No pasa nada, a veces pasa… /

(ENÉRGICA) No te preocupes, a mí también me pasa cuando corro. +

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) ¿Y por eso llegas tarde? /

(ENÉRGICA) Creo que la primera hora ya ha pasado, no deberíamos demorarnos más. -

(DULCE) ¿No te gusta madrugar? A mí, tampoco… +

Thomas: …

(DULCE) Siento que tengas que encargarte de esto… -

(REBELDE) Estoy de acuerdo contigo: el papeleo es un rollo. +

(ENÉRGICA) Es increíble. ¡Me atrevería a decir que no te gusta el papeleo! /

Thomas: Es de buena calidad y estás de frente.

(REBELDE) Vale… Pero es mejor poner en el pase la foto que he traído. -

(ENÉRGICA) En realidad, tiene bastante gracia… ¡Creo que me acostumbraré! +

(DULCE) Bueno… Tal vez podrías haberme preguntado mi opinión antes… /

Thomas: Es una foto tuya, se te reconoce, y estás guapa… ¿no?

En este caso concreto, no, la verdad es que no. /

¿Intentas arreglarlo con un cumplido? /

De verdad, ¿tú crees? /

Thomas: …

Mi madre es rica, pero yo no. /

Así es, mi madre es arquitecta, y es bastante conocida en el sector… /

Preferiría que guardaras tus comentarios para ti… /

Thomas: …

(REBELDE) Déjalo. ¿Puedo dar una vuelta, para conocer la oficina? IMAGEN

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Esperaba que al menos me presentaras a todo el mundo!

(DULCE) Quizá podrías enseñarme un poco la oficina… /

Thomas: ¿Qué te apetece?

Nada, estoy bien, gracias…

¿Qué te apetece a ti? /

Déjame mirar a ver qué hay… IMAGEN

Thomas: …

Un zumo de tomate. Es estimulante… /

Un chocolate caliente, si está bueno. /

Un café está bien. /

Amanda: Tú debes de ser la nueva. Soy Amanda de Lavienne.

(DULCE) (Le estrecho la mano sonriendo) +

(REBELDE) Deduzco que tú debes de ser la veterana. Soy Ysaline. /

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Sí! Me llamo Ysaline. ¿¡Me das dos besos!?

Roy: …

¿Qué te parece esta, en forma de dinosaurio? ¿¡No es muy bonita!? / ESCRITORIO PREHISTÓRICO

Mira, una verdadera silla de oficina: móvil, con buen apoyo lumbar, sobria… / ESCRITORIO ERGONÓMICO

La silla redonda es bonita, ¿no? Me gusta, y parece cómoda… / ESCRITORIO AGRADABLE

Brune: ¿Qué te hagamos un montón de preguntas?

(REBELDE) De momento solo van tres. Creo que podré soportarlo. +Elenda

(DULCE) Toda va bien, gracias. Y sí, ya he encontrado mi mesa. /

(ENÉRGICA) Lo ideal sería tenerlas todas por escrito, para poder responder a mi ritmo. +Brune

Brune: Yo creo que al final, estamos mucho mejor aquí.

La empresa en sí misma estaba bien… pero la gente que trabajaba allí… +Brune

Digamos que ha sido… instructivo. Pero quería cambiar a otra cosa. /

Yo también lo creo. Allí, el ambiente era insoportable. +Elenda

COMEDOR – ROY

Roy: …

¡Perdona, es que es muy raro!

Aquí todo el mundo sabe que haces… ¿qué exactamente? IMAGEN

Voy a dejarte entonces, antes de no poder parar de mirar esos abdominales…

Roy: Dos series de cincuenta. Tampoco quiero quedar molido…

(REBELDE) ¡Ah, claro! Después de hacer jogging, cien flexiones… ¡Qué menos!

(ENÉRGICA) ¿En dos series? ¡Eso es para principiantes! IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, no quería molestarte… Te dejo. /

SALA DE REUNIONES – AMANDA

Amanda: ¿Puedo hacer algo por ti?

Quizá… Aún me estoy adaptando… /

Pues… No. Pensaba que la sala estaba vacía… Perdona.

Amanda: Vengo de una familia privilegiada. No voy a renegar de ella por eso.

(REBELDE) No hay por qué avergonzarse, pero no me gustan demasiado los interrogatorios. /

(ENÉRGICA) Tienes razón. No me avergüenzo de ello, es más, todo lo contrario. -

(DULCE) No, por supuesto. Es solo que no me gusta alardear de ello. +

Amanda: …

(No me muevo. Mala suerte para la abeja reina.)

(Me precipito a ayudarla a recogerlo todo.) IMAGEN

(Por curiosidad, aprovecho para intentar leer los papeles…)

DESPACHO DE DEVON – DEVON

Devon: Ven, Ysaline, puedes entrar.

(Entro en el despacho y me indica que me siente) +

No, eres muy amable, pero no quiero molestar…

Devon: ¿Quieres que firmemos tu contrato, quizá? Lo tengo aquí…

¡Encantada! ¡Es increíble lo rápido que va todo esto! /

¡Estupendo! Casi me esperaba pasar una entrevista de trabajo.

Devon: No aceptaba un no por respuesta.

(DULCE) Estupendo… Una vez más, mi madre es quien lo ha hecho todo. +

(REBELDE) Ya te digo. Habría podido comprar toda la empresa.

(ENÉRGICA) ¿¡En serio!? ¡Si es así, prefiero ir a buscar a otro sitio!

Devon: Y cuando lo hayas leído, podrás firmarlo…

(ENÉRGICA) (Me tomo un minuto para leer rápidamente las páginas.) IMAGEN

(DULCE) Vale, bien. Confío en ti.

(REBELDE) ¿Te importa si me lo llevo a casa para leerlo más tranquilamente?

[tarjapearce]

Algo más, un gran PD kdjfkdf

Quería hacer esto hace mucho tiempo pero no encontraba la inspiración ni motivación :( gracias depresión...

A modo de agradecimiento, quiero darte un dibujo de los bebés O'Hara <3 Gabi, Benji y Rosie 💕💕💕

Me tomó varios días y no es perfecto, pero... va con todo mi amor y cariño. A modo de agradecimiento por sacarme un poquito de mi realidad, darnos parte de tu tiempo y creatividad... te adoro. <3

-inserte una Kate llorando a mares-

Un abrazo enorme y nuevamente, muchas gracias! 🥺✨

😭❤️❤️ KATE DIOS MIO QUE BELLOS

Tremendo talento que te tenías escondido 👀👀🤭

Amo a Rosie!!! Qué chulada te quedo 😭😭😭❤️.

Te lo agradezco nena. Me encantaaaa!!!!

Straight to the gallery 🥹❤️

[possession-swapbody]

Saliendo de prisión parte 2

Leo Pov:

Últimamente me la he estado pasando recordando mis años en prisión, ya casi han pasado 6 meses desde que salí, pero de lo que más me acuerdo es de mi compañero de celda Marcus, era un tipo brillante, y además buena persona, nunca supe como es que una persona tan agradable había sido capas de cometer tantos asaltos con victimas y terminado en prisión.

El fue sentenciado a una condena de muerte, hace poco, si bien llevaba 3 años en prisión, su abogado conseguía extender parte del juicio para evitar ese destino, pero ya no lo logro más y sería ejecutado en solo una semana, pobre hombre solo tenía 47 años.

Fue entonces que no se si por el aprecio y mi amistad con el, se me ocurrió una tonta idea, iría y le contaría como poder poseer, seria sencillo, solo tenia que llevar a Aron y que el lo posea en lo que le buscamos un cuerpo afuera, Erick trato de convencerme que era una mala idea pero yo confiaba que era solo una preocupación sin motivo.

Erick: Tío te estas arriesgando a que Aron pierda su vida.

Leo: no te preocupes será seguro, solo necesita salir de Aron y entrar en alguien más, y después regresar a Aron hasta que consiga un cuerpo.

Erick: pero terminaran arruinando la vida de alguien.

Leo: Ya lo pensé bien, será fácil, le daré una nueva oportunidad en el cuerpo de alguien que haga más mal que bien, sabes el otro día logré que un cliente que es un tipo que cometió intento de asesinato será liberado por buena conducta y porque la víctima retiro los cargos ya que llego a un "acuerdo" poco ético en mi opinión ya que la soborno.

Erick: pero si tuvo buena conducta es que esta cambiando.

Leo: No lo creo, lo conozco bastante y la verdad se que solo esta manteniendo esa actitud, sabes me contó que lo hacía porque le gusta la adrenalina que surge de esos momentos.

Erick: eso es confidencial, no puedes decir las confesiones de tu cliente.

Leo: por favor no es como si tu lo fueras a difundir.

Erick: estas hablando enserió?!, soy un traje ahora se que no le puedo decir a nadie pero se te puede hacer costumbre.

Leo: bueno ya no digo nada.

Y esa fue la última vez que pude hablar con Erick.

El plan había salido perfecto, Aron y yo nos habíamos vuelto grandes amigos para este punto y cuando regresábamos de u pequeño viaje de fin de semana le pedí que me acompañará a la cárcel a visitar al compañero de mi tío "ya que el quería decirme una de las últimas voluntades de mi tío".

Aron accedió y llegamos, yo ya había informado a Marcus del plan, pues lo estuve visitando por 3 semanas y le platique lo ocurrió entre Erick y yo, llegué y le di los últimos detalles del hechizo en una nota, claro que la nota la metí en un libro de lectura para no tener sospechas, al salir del lugar fingí que no encontraba las llaves se mi moto, eso le dio tiempo suficiente a Marcus para tomar el cuerpo de Aron.

Tras notar como parecía luchar por el control y tomar poseesion, le dije que teníamos que ir rápido a casa y después debería tomar el cuerpo de alguien más para evitar que Aron sea expulsado de su cuerpo.

Vi como Marcus admiraba su nuevo cuerpo, era raro había un toque en su mirada que no conocía, n osadía si era por que al estar e carcas parte de su personalidad podría no adaptarse a sus gestos, pero era extraño.

Al llegar a casa nos bajamos de la moto pero Saul nuestro vecino de 22 años nos jugo una broma para su canal de internet, nos tiro un globo grande de slime a cada uno, por lo general siempre nos da gracia sus bromas en parte porque nos llevamos muy bien pero esta vez solo complicaba que nos diéramos prisa.

Marcus sugirió entrar a bañarse ya que tenia slime en toda la cara y estaba bajando a su espalda, yo estaba igual pero le dije que estaba bien, que el fuera primero, se metió a la ducha y tardo media hora, pero lo peor es que escuchaba como hacía cosas indebidas con el cuerpo de Aron, me comencé a cuestionar si había cometido un grave error.

Luego de que Marcus saliera del baño, yo entré, tome una du ha y al salir vi a Marcus haciendo la comida, le cuestione si no saldría a buscar un cuerpo para dejar a Aron.

Leo: Sabes la comida puede esperar ya casi pasan las 2 horas, descuida Leo, no pasa nada, tomaré al vecino, después de todo nos retrasados por su culpa.

Leo: bueno esta bien, además el echo que viva cerca es de ayuda para poder comunicarnos.

Marcus, puso la mesa y nos sentamos a comer, la comida estaba muy buena pero el agua de frutas sabia un poco extraño, Marcus lo noto y me dijo que también le sabia raro, quizá era mi impaciencia cuando ya note que faltaban solo 10 minutos pero el cuerpo de Aron no mostraba señales de me inacción ni estímulos, yo para ese momento me sentía débil y en mi mente escuché una voz.

Marcus POV:

Mi vida se volvió un desastre, cometí varios asaltos pero mis nervios me llevaron acabar con la vida de inocentes, no se suponía que eso pasara, lo único bueno fue que conocí a un tipo llamado Leo, se volvió un gran amigo para mí, pero falleció hace 6 meses y como si de un chiste se tratara, hace 3 semanas llego su sobrino a contarme algo impresionante, en realidad era el mismísimo Leo, pero en el cuerpo de su sobrino, me ofreció una salida que yo aceptaría, no quería morir, así que tomaría la vida de un reo que no estuviera convencido con pena de muerte, pero ese reo estaba en otra prisión así que primero ocupaba uno o dos cuerpos en lo que llegábamos al que sería mi cuerpo permanente.

Al llegar a casa de Leo su fastidioso vecino me lleno de slime para un "video", y tuve que tomar una ducha, le agradezco mucho por ello, desde que entré sentí la fuerza y la juventud de este joven motociclista, no me sentía así desde hace muchos años, y ahora vería este cuerpo desnudo antes de dejarlo, seria la experiencia completa, subí al cuarto de este tipo por un cambio de ropa y me llamó la atención el traje que Leo usaba aveces cuando me visitaba, su traje de motorista, era raro que estuviera en esta habitación, sea que Aron y Leo son pareja o son amigos con... una voz interrumpió mis pensamientos al tocar el traje.

Erick: ¿quien eres?

Marcus: disculpa?

Erick: acaso eres el amigo de mi tío?

Marcus: si.

Erick: Ya veo, bueno mira no se si mi tío te dijo pero tienes menos 2 horas deseé que entras para dejar un cuerpo.

Marcus: lo se, no fastidies mocoso.

Erick: Sabes mi tío te describió como alguien agradable pero pareces un pesado.

Marcus: si bueno, sabes antes de sentir este cuerpo planeaba aceptar l oque me ofrecía tu tío, pero este cuerpo es sorprendente, no lo dejare.

Erick: no hagas eso, no vale la pena robar un cuerpo.

Marcus: si lo vale, sabes si acepto lo que ti tío propuso solo acabaré siendo vigilado y aunque estaré "libre", no se compara a un nuevo comienzo.

Erick: Sabes no creo que mi tío este de acuerdo con eso.

Marcus: y no le dirás, basta con ocultarte para que no digas nada.

Escondí el traje que contenía al sobrino de Leo y tome otra ropa, me fui a bañar, pero al desnudarte vi este cuerpo en toda su gloria, estaba en forma y no podía dejar de posar frente al espejo, tome mi nuevo pene con una mano y acariciaba mi pecho con el otro, era tan excitante y caliente, aproveche el ruido del agua para silenciar mis gélidos, al bombear esta gigante polla carnosa, era demasiado sensible y a su vez solo podía bombear más fuerte hasta que eche una voz.

Aron: ¿que pasa?, porque estoy haciendo esto?, no estaba en...

Marcus: muy bien chico, para ahí, te diré algo, tu cuerpo ahora es mío, tu amiguito Leo te vendió, me dio tu cuerpo.

Aron: que?, Leo?, no tengo ningún amigo llamado Leo y el más cercano es el tío fallecido de Erick.

Marcus: bueno con ideando esta situación adivina quien evitaba el cuerpo de Erick.

Aron: no puede ser... uf eso se siente bien.

Notaba como Aron sentía lo que yo, me costaba poder hablar con el y más porque el placer me hacía estar más cerca de correrme, entonces recordé algo y decidí lo mejor para mi.

Marcus: mira chico, desaparecerán en cuanto suelte tu espermatozoide, te iras a través del desagüe.

Aron: no entiend-do.

Marcus: al tomar tu cuerpo un alma suplanta y expulsa la otra, sorpresa la otra eres tu y te iras, Leo me dijo que puedo atrapar tu alma en un objeto que te pueda absorber ya que te convertirás en esperma o dejando entrar tu espermatozoide en el de un se vivo, así que escoge.

Aron: me meterás en un anim-mal o una tela?

Sentía como estaba más cerca de correrme.

Marcus: no, te meteré en un humano o en ropa, tu eliges.

Aron: q-quiero a Erick.

Sentía que no quedaba tiempo, tome un fresco vacío que estaba cerca y me corrí en el, fue glorioso y liberador, mi hipótesis fue correcta, el cuerpo al estimulará suelta el alma, las 2 horas es el tiempo natural, pero se puede acelerar con una masturbación o sexo.

Aron quería a Erick, quería su cuerpo, no entendía el porqué, o bueno talvez si, quizá venganza, después de todo le eche la culpa a Leo, y pensándolo bien, no se si Leo pueda echarme a la fuer,a de este cuerpo y regresar nos a la normalidad, tendré que sellarlo, pero enserió quiero eso?, es mi amigo y en prisión fue el único que me apoyo cuando me dieron pena de muerte, seria capaz, entonces vi mi actual reflejo y con todo el pesar de mi corazón tome una decisión, ya solo faltaba el como sellarlo.

Tuve una idea, lo engañaria con tomar el cuerpo del vecino, después...

Aron pov:

Mi visión regresaba y mire a mi anterior cuerpo sonriendo frente mío, no entendía que pasaba, solo recuerdo la desesperación y el placer de estar a punto de ser expulsado de mi cuerpo y luego un vacío, y ahora estaba frente mi viejo yo.

Lo mire y me calmo, me explico que concedió mi petición, me dio el cuerpo de Leo, basto con poner mi alma en forma de semen en su bebida y así mi alma se fundió con su cuerpo, el no sabia que pasaría, dijo que quizá yo seria expulsado en 2 horas o talvez Leo sería expulsado, o quizá no pasaría nada.

Yo camine a un espejo que estaba en la sala y miré mi nueva cara, en secreto estaba enamorado este rostro, en el pasado usaba el traje de motociclista de Erick, porque era como tenerlo conmigo, tocando mi piel, estaba enamorado de él y no podía decir nada, en cierta forma esto era aún más caliente, sentía como mi nuevo pene tocaba con los bóxer que llevaba puestos, y mi cuerpo me dijo que no me juzgarla que podía hacer lo que quisiera, lo mire y me desde en la sala, comencé a masturbarme y a mirar mi pecho, vi como mi anterior cuerpo se ponía duro, mi cuerpo mantenía esa atracción a Erick aunque Marcus lo condujera, no lo sabía con exactitud pero podría segurar eso, le guiño el ojo y el comenzaba a dejar ver que mi viejo pene estaba duro sobresalía de los shorts que llevaba puestos, ver eso me encendió mas, sentía como cada que bombeaba me acercaba mas y mas a correrme pero antes de que eso pasara el corrió a mi anterior habitación y tomó uno de mis trajes de trabajo, y me obligó a correrme en el, no sabia para que pero eso fue tan caliente.

Luego de eso se vistió con ropa limpia y me ordenó hacer lo mismo, yo le seguí y paramos en medio de la carretera, el viendo hacia una montaña solo decía como amaba estar libre al fin.

4 meses después

Leo pov:

Han pasado mucho desde que estoy atrapado, Erick tenía razón, me advirtió que sacar a Marcus de la cárcel era mala idea y gracias a eso ahora perdí su cuerpo y el me encerró en un traje que usa para presumir su nuevo cuerpo, aunque es agradable ver el mundo de vez en cuando y sentir que le hago compañía a pesar que a su vez el rencor no deje disfrutar de los pocos momentos en que siento lo que Erick sentía cuando lo usaba, aunque Marcus aveces me usa para sus conquistas amorosas y siento placeres que nunca me anime a dejar que Erick viera conmigo en su cuerpo, eso me recordaba que todo lo que Erick hizo y perdió por mi fue en vano, todo lo que se es que Aron lo usa seguido en su día a día para salidas en moto.

Marcus pov:

Tener este cuerpo es genial, han pasado 4 meses y sin duda es una fuente de diversión y placer interminable, me gusta salir mostrando este cuerpo o salir usando trajes, ver las miradas de todos es tan entretenido, aunque Aron parece llevarse bien con el original propietario de su cuerpo, no le he dicho a Leo, pero Erick prefiere que sea Aron quien lo use ya que hay más acción jeje, y digamos que le ha tocado conocerme también, sin duda el se adapto, además que no le queda de otra, no puede hacer nada para evitarlo.