#Dream serio

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No es un cigarro es una paleta lo juro 😔

Dream pertenece a jokublog

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pair carlos x reader

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carlosylln my roman empire. horror movie lalaland irl

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ynupdted heavy on the lalaland… they had to break up to pursue their own dreams and they still support each other 😭😭😭

⤷ carloscharles15 wym break up… THEY BROKE UP? ⤷ ynupdted … THEY BROKE UP LIKE A YEAR AGO😭??????? ⤷ carloscharles15 BUT I JUST SAW HER COMMENT ON HIS RECENT? ⤷ ynupdted yeah they comment on each other’s posts but nothing else aside from that 😞

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carlossainz55 Happy new year from the Sainz’s 🥂🎊 Wishing everyone all the best for 2024. We missed you anasainzdec ❤️ view all 1,574 comments

yn.yln Feliz año nuevo, el mejor familia! (happy new year, the best family!) yn.yln Anaaaaa!!!!! Bonita🤍

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⤷ anasainzdec te echo menos, yn🤍 a ti también! (Miss you, yn🤍 you also!) [ liked by yn.yln]

yncarlos ouch first christmas w/o yn 😞

⤷ ynlover girl no need to comment.. im sure theyre all aware 😭😭

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yn.yln absolutely in shambles as i’m typing this but… my sophomore album “silence between songs” will be yours next week, january 8th :,) so incredibly grateful for this opportunity and hope you guys enjoy it 🤍🤍🤍

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carlossainz55 👸🎊

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⤷ totalcarlos MY HEART. anasainzdec😍😍😍

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⤷ yn.yln te quiero😽

carlossainzoficial Felicidades! [liked by yn.yln]

⤷ yn.yln mi padreeee! muchisimas gracias

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yn.yln at a loss for words. silence between songs is out 🥹🎀

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♫ king of everything - yn yln | caption musica de dia!

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yn.yln muchas gracias, carlitos 🥹🤍

⤷ carlossainz55 de nada🥳

anasainzdec “We’re not together” you said 😂

⤷ carlossainz55 no necesitas repitir. muchos personas dice estoy enamorado con yn (you don’t need to repeat. many people say i’m in love with yn)

⤷ anasainzdec y estas? (and are you?)

⤷ carlossainz55 un poco. (a little)

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yn.yln don’t u? view all 31,374 comments

carlossainz55 😍

⤷ yn.yln The hypnosis photo worked, didn’t it?

⤷ carlossainz55 I am still stuck at the first slide. ⤷ ca55yn WHAT

charles_leclerc carlossainz55

⤷ carlossainz55 I got here before you

user55 HELPME CARLOS DOWN BAD.. AGAIN.

user52 yn, babes, you don’t need the hypnosis slide😭 we all down bad for u [‪‪❤︎‬ carlossainz55]

iMessage

YN

en serio? (are you serious?) con tu commento? (with your comment?)

CARLITOS

piensas estoy jocoso? (you think i’m joking?)

YN

Ya no se, Carlitos. ( i don’t know anymore) We’ve done this before.

CARLITOS

I do not stop thinking about you though

YN

Too bad, you broke it off last time.

CARLITOS

That was a mistake; we both know that, Hermosa.

YN

🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m not risking it again. I like having you in my life, even if it is s a friend

CARLITOS

But we can be more than that

YN

How come

CARLITOS

i’m going to win you over one day;)

delivered

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ynupdated Yn Yln kicks off her tour in Madrid Spain and sings an unreleased song: Decode! Lyrics are seen in the next slide. Many believe this is about Carlos Sainz, her ex, who many say attended the concert. #ynyln #tour

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user1 dramaticcccc why doesn’t she just get with him? it’s obvious he’s obsessed with her

⤷ ynupdates it’s not really easy to have a tour everywhere and have your boyfriend race everywhere lol. Yn mentioned it was the distance that ultimately ended their relationship, no bad blood. ⤷ user2 long distance with her first bf is so😭

⤷ ynupdated carlos being her first bf is 😭 she does not dilly dally

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yn.yln wouldn’t trade this for anything 🤍 thank you madrid, te amooooooo te quierooooo

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carlossainz posted an instagram story

caption: a star

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stop being a simp boyy

you are going to get us EXPOSED ITS BEEN 10 MINUTES

⤷ I can’t help it when my GIRLFRIEND looks like that😍

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yn.yln Hi! Hello! Released a new song! And a music video! It’s called Please Please Please! Check it out! Love ya! Xx Yn (and Carlitos)! view all 2,822,593 comments

user1 YN ITS 3 IN THE MORNING. carloyn THE HARDLAUNCH AND MV HARDLAUNCH

user2 this is why she’s been silent for a month aside from tour 😭😭😭😭

carlossainz55 👸😍

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ynupdated STOP SPAMMING MY PHONE 😭 YN RELEASED A NEW SONG CALLED PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE (LYRICS NEXT SLIDE) GNB

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Userq let admin sleep😭

user2 dont embarass me motherfucker😭

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carlossainz55 Will not be that motherfucker who embarrases her ❤️

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user7 BRO PULLED OUT ALL THE GF RECEIPTS IN ONE POST

yn.yln babe… why these pics 😭 love you tho

⤷ carlossainz55 what? You look gorgeous, you always do

⤷ yn.yln😍🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜💜🤎🩵 LOVE YOU😍😍😍

⤷ user4 atp yn will be embarrassing Carlos with her random shit AHAHAHA ♥ yn.yln

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Actions Have Consequences

summary: you take the walk of shame to a very uncomfortable level

warnings: other than the barca girls being little shits, nothing!

a/n: a fun little part 2 to this

word count: 549

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“You’re walking weird”

“I’m not”

You are. It’s glaringly obvious. And the wincing accompanying each step is making everything ten times worse.

“Deja de mentir. Ale, dile a tu novia que deje de mentir”

Alexia doesn't respond to Mapi’s petulant attempts at trying to weedle information out of you. Which you are grateful for. Saving your dignity is the least she can do after being the one to turn you into a snipers nightmare.

“En serio, what happened to you?” Patri chimes in, unwanted curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she strides across the room.

You feel your cheeks heat up instantly as you try to come up with a plausible excuse. “I just... overdid it at the gym,” you mutter, hoping it sounds believable.

It doesn’t.

Not with the way your voice cracks and the way Alexia tries and fails to hide her smirk.

Ona raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Sure, because we all limp like that after a workout. Tienes razón, Mapi. Ella está mentir”

Aitana saunters over next, a knowing grin on her smug little face. “Maybe she had a different kind of workout,” she teases, earning a chorus of laughs from the rest of the team.

You want to die.

Your reputation is ruined!

You groan, hiding your face in your sweaty hands. “Can we please just focus on training?” you plead, though your voice is muffled. Strained. Both from embarrassment and a consequence of you overusing it.

You make a mental note to take a bottle of apology wine ‘round to your neighbours.

Alexia gratefully steps in, her authoritative captain voice cutting through the laughter. “Muy bien, es suficiente. Manos a la obra.” She gives you a quick, supportive squeeze on the shoulder before moving to the front of the group.

Leading her pack away from the prey they have just mauled half to death.

The team reluctantly follows, though the giggles and whispers don’t fully die down. You try to focus on the drills, but every step reminds you of last night, and the sly glances from your teammates make it increasingly hard to shove the memories to the back of your mind.

As the session draws on, you manage to push through the discomfort thanks to your competitive streak taking over. By the time everything is done and dusted, you’re exhausted but relieved to have survived without further interrogation.

Mapi sidles up to you as you’re grabbing your water bottle. “You know, next time you could just invite us over to watch,” she jokes, winking.

You roll your eyes, but there’s a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “In your pervy little dreams, Maria”

She laughs, giving you a playful nudge. “No harm in asking ¿eh?”

Alexia appears suddenly by your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Ignórala,” she murmurs, kissing your temple.

You lean into her, grateful for her support, emotional and otherwise. “I always do”

Keira makes a gagging noise. “You two are disgustingly cute”

You stick your tongue out at her, and she laughs, heading off to join the rest of the team in the locker room.

Alexia looks down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “So, about tonight…Segunda ronda, ¿sí?”

You groan, but you’re smiling. “We’ll see, Captain. We’ll see”

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Alexia Putellas (FCBarcelona) - Capí

Requested: no, literally just an idea

Prompt: Y/n makes her childhood dreams come true

Warnings: none

As a young girl, Y/n had only one dream; to play for FC Barcelona Femení. She admired many players, Jenni Hermoso being one of her all time favourites, but none came close to Alexia Putellas. She watched every match, memorized every highlight, and even taped up posters of Alexia on her bedroom walls. When she got accepted into La Masía at 12, she couldn’t believe her luck. It was her first step towards a dream that felt so far out of reach, and yet… every training session made it feel a little closer. Then came the day she met the Alexia Putellas.

Y/n fiddled with her Barcelona jacket, trying her best to remember any form of Spanish she had learned in the few months she was there, but with Alexia soon approaching, nothing sprang to mind. "Señora Putellas, es un honor." She stammered awkwardly, half-excited, half-intimidated, as she put out her hand for Alexia to shake.

"Señora? Estoy tan vieja?" Alexia chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she corrected her, Y/n's teammates and coaches chuckling at her overly polite manner. "Alexia." She smiled, shaking her hand. She said some other things, but she said them too quickly for her to understand. The one thing she did get? "Quieres un foto conmigo?" Y/n nodded as she looked over to the photographer who snapped a photo of Alexia with a couple of the kids, but closest to her was Y/n of course.

Years passed, and the language that once felt foreign became second nature. Y/n had grown not just in age but in skill, and she finally made the senior team; a dream come true.

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The locker room buzzed with nervous energy as Y/n laced up her trainers, her fingers trembling slightly. Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her excitement under control as she made her way to the gym where the others were. Just as she stepped in, the world seemed to pause. The other women turned to glance at her before turning back to get back to their conversations. As Y/n stood awkwardly at the door, she froze and there, walking towards her, was Alexia, her captain, her idol. Her heart raced, but she stood a little straighter, hoping to look every bit the player she had worked so hard to become. When Alexia reached her, she extended a hand, a warm smile on her face. "Y/n, verdad?"

Y/n’s mouth opened, and for a second, she struggled to find words. "Sí, sí. Soy Y/n." Her words felt thick on her tongue, as though her excitement might trip them up. Y/n could hardly believe it; Alexia Putellas shaking her hand like she’d never met her before. But that wasn’t right, was it?

"Es un placer conocerte. Soy Alexia." Alexia said, her voice smooth and familiar. It took Y/n a moment to remember how to speak, let alone in Spanish. "Y yo tambien, pedo no es la primera vez que nos conocemos." Y/n replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Alexia’s eyebrows lifted slightly, her curiosity piqued.

"En serio?" Alexia asked, crossing her arms in an easy, casual stance. "Cuándo nos conocimos?" Y/n felt her cheeks heat up as she reached for her phone. "Cuando era más joven, era parte de La Masía. Un día, tuve la suerte de verte y bueno, fue un momento inolvidable." Alexia chuckled, looking at her with newfound interest. "Tienes una foto?"

Y/n fumbled for her phone, scrolling quickly through her social media until she found what she was looking for; her very first post, a faded photograph of her younger self, gawking beside a young Alexia at La Masía. It had been her profile picture for years before she decided she had looked different and needed a change. She showed the screen to Alexia, who squinted at the photo for a second before her eyes widened in recognition.

"Dios mío!" Alexia exclaimed, laughing in delight, turning around to the videographers who were there to capture Y/n's first training session for Barca TV. "Mira cómo hemos cambiado. Eras solo una niña." Y/n grinned, barely containing her excitement. "Sí, y me dijiste que te llamara Alexia, no Señora Putellas." She teased. "Oh, sí, las dos éramos tan jóvenes." Alexia grinned. "Me llamaste Señora Putellas? En serio?"

Y/n nodded, grinning at the memory. "No sabía mucho español entonces, y ‘Señora’ era lo único que me parecía respetuoso." Alexia chuckled, clearly delighted by the memory. "Es una pena que no recuerde haberte conocido. Cuantos años tienes?" She glanced at Y/n, eyes twinkling with pride. "Tengo dieceseis años." Y/n replied. "No pensé que acabarías aquí tan pronto. Eras como Gavi,huh?" Y/n chuckled. Gavi had made his debut that year with the senior team too.

With a gesture, Alexia motioned toward the field. "Ven, vamos. Te toca demostrar lo que has aprendido desde entonces." Y/n followed, almost in a daze. But Alexia’s calm energy grounded her as they approached the other players in the warm-up circle. "Quieres ser mi compañera en los ejercicios?" Alexia asked, her tone almost as if she were giving her a challenge. "En serio?" Y/n’s eyes lit up. "Sería un honor."

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The atmosphere in the stadium was electric as Y/n prepared for her first Champions League game. The roar of the crowd sent a mix of excitement and nerves racing through her veins. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. Just then, Alexia approached her, noticing her unease. With a reassuring smile, she wrapped an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. "Relájate, es solo otro partido." She said, her voice warm and steady. Y/n nodded, though the tension still lingered.

As the team gathered in the dressing room, Y/n tried to stay to herself, putting on her headphones and immersing herself in music. She sipped on her cup of Yerba mate, a ritual she had picked up from her teammates, letting the calming warmth wash over her. She glanced around, hoping Alexia wouldn’t come to check on her, giving her the space she needed to gather her thoughts.

When it was time for warm-ups, Y/n spotted her parents near the dugout. She waved excitedly, their presence giving her an extra boost of confidence. As she joined the others on the field, the familiar rhythm of the game began to soothe her nerves.

The match kicked off, and Y/n watched intently, absorbing every moment. The game was intense, and the energy in the stadium was palpable. When the second half began, her heart raced as she heard her name called for a substitution.

As she stepped onto the pitch, adrenaline surged through her as the fans screamed and chanted her name. Within minutes, the ball found its way to her. She and Aitana passed it back and forth before Y/n began a fearless sprint up towards the net. Two defenders left to stop her, God knows they couldn't. Her foot launched back and with a determined strike, she sent it into the back of the net. The crowd erupted, and in that instant, she felt invincible. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards Alexia, who stood at the sideline, her eyes wide with pride.

Y/n reached her, exhilaration bubbling over. "Lo hice!" She exclaimed, the words tumbling out in excitement. Alexia pulled her into a tight embrace, a beaming smile on her face. "Lo hiciste! stoy tan orgullosa de ti, Chiquitita!" She replied, her joy infectious. In that moment, surrounded by the cheers of the crowd and the warmth of her captain’s support, Y/n knew she had truly arrived.

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The sun was splitting the stones, Y/n was sick, and this training session was not helping whatsoever, but Y/n was determined to prove herself. She lunged into tackles, pressing hard and going after every ball as if it were the final seconds of a match. At this rate, she didn't know the line where her being good at defending and her being too aggravated about being sick, and so, the aggression became clearer through each tackle. As Vicky approached her with the ball, Y/n squared, ready to tackle only to be rushed past, leaving her to fall to the ground. She groaned into the pitch, unbelievably disappointed with herself. She barely noticed Alexia walking over until her captain placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Tranquila, Y/n." Alexia said softly. "Lo último que queremos es que una de las chicas se lesione." Y/n took a deep breath, Alexia’s words settling over her. She knew her captain was right; there was no need to overexert herself. "Vale, Capí. Lo siento." She nodded, adjusting her intensity and finding a better rhythm with the team

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It was the Clasico. Barcelona, of course, was winning by two goals, but Y/n was looking to make it three. As she was running up the pitch, she felt a surge of pain in her ankle, followed by a shove, causing her to stumble to the ground. She looked around, seeing Olga Carmona walking away and the referee handing her a yellow card. Although her ankle was absolutely killing her, frustration flared, and she jumped to her feet, ready to confront her. Just as she took a step forward, Alexia was there, stepping between them and placing a gentle hand on Y/n’s arm.

"No vale la pena, Y/n. Deja que el fútbol hable por ti." Alexia said, her voice calm but firm. "Capí, me hizo falta!" Y/n protested as Alexia pushed her back. "Eres luchadora de la UFC? Por qué buscas pelea? Métete en el área para el tiro libre, vamos." Y/n hesitated, feeling the fire simmer down as Alexia held her gaze. With a deep breath, she nodded, letting the moment pass. She walked away, grateful that her captain had stopped her from making a mistake.

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The stage lights were blinding, and Y/n felt the weight of the Women’s Ballon d’Or in her hands as she looked out over the crowd. Her heart raced with overwhelming gratitude and pride, but most of all, disbelief. She had dreamed of this moment countless times, but now that it was real, it felt like a dream all over again.

Taking a steadying breath, she leaned into the microphone. "Thank you, everyone. To my coaches, my teammates. Every one of you has been my strength, and without you, this moment wouldn’t have been possible." Y/n smiled. "To my mother and father who never left my side, I dedicate this to you. To the culers and to all the little girls around the world dreaming of holding this award, this is your award as much as mine, i gràcies pel teu suport."

Her gaze drifted to Alexia, standing near the front with the brightest smile, her eyes shining with pride. Y/n’s heart swelled, and she took another breath, her voice softening as she spoke directly to her inspiration.

"But there is one person who helped me develop as a player more than any coach, friend, or teammate has ever done, and I am pretty sure I wouldn't be up here without her guidance. Growing up, my dream was to be like Alexia Putellas. She was my hero, I based my style of play on her before I even developed my own, so in my football DNA, she is rooted so deeply into it."

"I remember on my first day of training with the senior team 3 years ago, she was the first one to actually say hello. She has pulled me out of fights both on and off the pitch. She has calmed me before big games. She truly is what you would envision a Captain to be." The crowd quieted, hanging onto every word as Y/n glanced at Alexia again, the emotion in her voice evident. "Standing on this stage, where my hero stood to accept her Ballon d’Ors, it’s the greatest honour I could ever imagine. And even if I never win another one of these, or if I never won one to begin with, I’d be happy because I got to play alongside my childhood idol. Visca el Barça!"

The crowd responded with a wave of applause, but all Y/n could see was the tear in Alexia’s eye, her smile even brighter. As Y/n left the podium, Alexia stepped forward, meeting her halfway and pulling her into a tight embrace. "Estoy tan orgullosa de ti." Alexia whispered, her voice filled with pride. "Gracias, Capí." Y/n replied, barely audible above the applause. "He recorrido un largo camino desde La Masía."

[huggybearhughes43]

Idk if you’ve ever watched the Netflix movie “through my window” but there’s this one scene where the girl and the guy are laying in bed together and he slips his hand into her panties and starts to finger her while they’re in bed with someone else. They aren’t together and lowkey it’s like enemies with lots of sexual tension.

Anyway I was thinking that with Ethan Edwards? Maybe the reader is really good friends with the other umich boys and ends up going back to their house after a party and she’s inbetween Ethan and one of the other boys even though her and Ethan kind of can’t stand each other and he has his arm around her and starts to kinda of touch her everywhere which makes her involuntarily move against him and they end up having sex together

Pretty Girl

Ethan Edwards x Fem! Reader

Warnings- smut, fingering, finger sucking (teehee), sharing the bed, pet names (pretty girl, brat, baby), Ethan is mean but gentle, very soft, riding, creampie (she’s on the pill), I think that’s it???

Summary- in the request

Work count- 1.5k

Drunken laughter filled Marks apartment as him and his teammates cram into the small place. But me? I was the designated driver to get back to this said apartment. It was nearly two in the morning, making me fearful to drive back onto campus to my dorm, if I was caught I’d be in big trouble for being out past curfew. Instead Marks little drunk giggles were in my ear while his girlfriend was asleep in his arms.

“I have a quest room” he says in a lame excuse for a hushed whisper. It was a wonder how Farah was still asleep on his chest. “But like…” he hiccups, “Ethan and Rut are sleeping in there” another hiccup from the drunk boy, “I’m sure you can find room”. I sigh softly, I can’t complain when he’s giving me a place to stay. I nod reluctantly and stand up, making my way to the spare room. The source of the drunkenness was the hockey seniors going away party. It was just pretty much the team and their girlfriends… and you know, me: the media girl.

Rutger was passed out on the right side of the bed when I walk in, drool on the corner of his mouth as his soft snore echoed in the room. He didn’t even care to attempt to wipe off the lipstick marks from his girlfriend Kayleigh as they were plastered all over his face. I was mildly surprised she wasn’t here, they were normally inseparable but I guessed her friends had taken her back to their place.

Ethan was sat up against the headboards with an arm behind his head, scrolling through his phone. I hated his guts. He was always stuck up and made snarky comments. He let his fame get in the way of a friendship with me, always thinking he was better than everyone else. But in reality, me the media, gave him his fame. I didn’t care to fix it though, I never let it bother me. Until now that is, his eyes meeting mine with a scoff. I narrow my eyes in disgust. “Mark told me I can sleep in here, he also said for you two to make room for me.” Ethan’s eyes look down at the floor. “A lot of room left down there.” I roll my eyes and step towards the bed.

I ignore his request as I crawl on the bed and squeeze between him and Rutger. “Go fuck yourself” I mutter and turn my back to him, so squished my face was practically pressed into the back of the snoring boy. I wiggle myself under the covers and close my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep. In my deep slumber I could feel a body lay beside me and an arm wrap around my waist. Normally, I’d be quick to push anyone off but in this state I couldn’t tell between a dream and reality.

My eyes flutter open to soft breaths against my neck. Rutger was still in front of me. My face heats up at the realization of who had me wrapped in their arms. I knew he wasn’t asleep because his soft thumb rubbing back and forth on my hip. I turn my head slightly. “What’re you doing, Ethan?” He groans softly with no response. “Ethan, I’m serio-“ I was cut off by his hand moving closer to the center on my stomach, just above the waistband on my sweatpants. “Do you ever know when to shut up?” He laughs softly as he moves his hand all over my stomach, hips, then eventually lifting it under my tank top to cup my bare breasts.

“Ethan.” I warn in a faint whisper, hoping I wouldn’t wake up Rutger. “What? Do you want me to stop? Hate me all you want but you know this feels good.” He chuckles as I gasp when he pinches one of my nipples. I don’t respond. “That’s why at I thought.” He laughs and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Just wanted to thank you for looking out for us at the party. You’re still a brat, but thank you” a sudden realization hits me. “Ethan- you’re drunk” I try to swat his hand away “I didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol all night, pretty girl.” I let out a relieved sigh.

His large hand makes its way into my sweatpants and under my panties. I feel him smile against my shoulder when he slots a finger between my folds. I whimper softly and reach my hand down to hold his wrist, not to stop him but as support. “So wet for me.” He presses another sloppy kiss to my shoulder. Without warning his finger dips into my wet hole making me accidentally moan out. His other hand moves to wrap around my neck and cover my mouth. “I wanna hear those pretty moans so bad but we can’t wake him up”. He begins to thrust his thick finger in and out of my hole, I moan against his hand but it was still loud enough to potentially wake up Rutger.

“Fuck,” he removes his hand just to stuff two fingers into my mouth, “keep these warm for me, pretty girl.”. He works another finger into me. I screw my eyes shut and force myself to suck his fingers to block a moan. He removes his fingers from both my pussy and mouth causing me to whine. “Y/n, baby, my cock will feel so much better.” A quiet “oh” falls from my lips causing him to chuckle. He flips me over to face him and our eyes meet. I’m suddenly reminded that this is the same guy that pisses me off every single day. “It’s probably tiny.” I say without thinking. I expected him to get mad but instead a smirk plays on his lips. “Don’t be a fucking brat.”

He loops his fingers in my waistband and pulls them down enough for me to be able to kick them off. He doesn’t touch my panties in case rutger wakes up, he doesn’t want me to be completely exposed. In some strange way I find it cute that he’d protect me from another guys gaze. He pulls his own pants down just enough for his dick to spring free. He grabs one of my legs and places it over his hip, moving my panties to the side and pressing his dick to my entrance. I bite my lip at the realization that there was no way he was small. He laughs softly at my reaction and presses his forehead to mine. “It’s hard to admit you’re wrong huh, brat? Don’t worry, though…” he presses a soft and quick kiss to my lips then pulls away slightly, “I’ll go slow for you.”

He slowly presses into me, stretching me out in ways I didn’t know was possible. “Ethan…” I whisper. “I know, pretty girl, I’m almost all the way in.” As he finishes the sentence he bottoms out. My mouth falls agape and my eyes squeeze shut. He knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my moans in if he moved so for precaution, he forcefully pressed his lips into mine before moving. He snakes his hand around me and grabs my ass. He moves back, his tip was the only thing left in me before he slams back in. My moans are swallowed by his kiss. Rutger stirs causing Ethan to completely stop. “M’sorry, baby, but for this to work you’re gonna have to ride me.”

I whine softly and hoist myself on top of him. “There you go baby, don’t feel like being a brat anymore, huh?”. I let out a shaky breath before rounding my hips on him. My head drops to his shoulder as I rock back and forth sloppily. “There you go, pretty girl, just like that. Fuck, making me feel like I can cum already. “Ethan-“ I gasp out as I tighten around him. “I’m on the pill-“ my tummy tightens as my legs shake. Without warning my cream creates a ring around his cock. I stop moving out of exhaustion. Ethan chuckles softly and moves my hips for me, lifting me up and down on his cock. “Gonna fill you up, baby… you want me to fill you up?” He teases and I tiredly nod against his shoulder. His hips snap up into me as he holds me down, his thick ropes of cum filling me up.

I lift up off of him and fall back onto the bed. I re adjust my panties and put my sweatpants back on in case his cum leaked out of my swollen pussy. After he fixes his pants he pulls me into him. “M’sorry for being an asshole” he kisses my forehead, “I won’t stop but I am sorry.” I laugh quietly and nestle into his chest.

“Yeah well now I know how I can shut you up.”

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 77 (A Baby and a Surprise!)

Heather went into labour at the tail end of fall. She left work and phoned Conrad, who set aside his casework to meet her at the hospital.

When he arrived, he called Ash on the phone he was too young for - but Nancy had insisted on it. "Hey bud, are you going to be okay at home for a bit? Mrs. Goth's on her way over to hang out until we get back from the hospital, but we might not get home until you're in bed."

"Gord's here; I'm good."

"Just remember to lock the door and don't answer for anyone but Mrs. Goth."

"I know," he said casually. "Are you at the hospital, too? Is mommy okay?"

"She'll be fine, but when we come home we'll be bringing your little brother or sister."

"That's pretty cool." He still didn't completely understand, but everyone around him was happy about it, so Ash was happy, too. "Are you going to get married like Daddy and Miko?"

Conrad paused. "Do you think your mom and I should get married?"

Thoughtful and smart, Ash considered the question. "I don't know what you should do, but sometimes I don't know what to call you."

"What do you mean, buddy? Conrad's just fine."

"I mean at school, when people ask if you're my stepdad."

Conrad gaped. "What do you tell them?"

"I say sort of. Don't people who love each other get married?"

He laughed. "It's about a bit more than that."

"How much more?"

He didn't have an answer. Not for a five-year-old. And maybe, if he really thought about it, he didn't have an answer for himself. But his thoughts were interrupted by some noise on Ash's end of the line. "Mrs. Goth just got here and she wants to teach me to play chess. She won't let me wear my hat! She says it frames my face wrong."

Conrad shook his head with a laugh. "It's not too cold out tonight. Just humour her and try not to beat her too badly once she's taught you how to play."

Ash grumbled playfully. "It's not my fault games are easy."

Conrad hung up and returned his attention to Heather, who sat on the bed doing breathing exercises between contractions. This was her third time in labour and delivery, and Conrad was far more nervous. "What was all that about?" she wondered.

"He asked if we were going to get married like Malcolm and Miko, but now Mrs. Goth has him focused on learning to play chess."

Heather smiled. "Malcolm says he's always asking him and Miko to have a wedding he can be invited to since they eloped without telling anyone. He'd scam all of us for that much wedding cake."

She grimaced as her contractions returned, breathing through them as Conrad felt helpless to soothe her pain. "What can I do?"

"Just be here. And get me ice chips, maybe."

"I can do that."

As Heather's labour progressed, they moved downstairs to a birthing room. Conrad swayed with her between contractions. "Why do you look so...concerned?" she asked.

"I'm not. I was just thinking about what Ash said earlier."

"When he asked if we're getting married?"

"He said he doesn't know what to call me because I'm not technically his stepdad. We know we're a team, and I know what we said after Hazel's wedding, but marriage means more to some people than just the certificate."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I want to get married."

"You think...?"

"Heather Nesbitt, I want to marry you."

"Not today, I hope." She grunted with discomfort. (He never fails to make her flirty but today is the exception, pushing out a human and with a full cache of uncomfortable moodlets drowning out everything else.) "I'm sorry, I love you...I was never the girl who dreamed of planning her wedding. I want to get married. Wait. Are you proposing?"

"You're hanging on a little tight for me to let go to get down on one knee, but whenever and however you want to get married, I'll be there."

She smiled as they swayed. "I was going to say the same to you."

"I am going to tell our friends you're my fiancee now, though."

"I like that."

After another contraction, he helped her back into bed and she looked at him with a serious expression. "Nothing will change once we get married, right? We'll still always be us. We're a team, and we'll always tell each other what we're feeling?"

"Married or not, we're a team." Leaning forward he kissed her head, gently caressing her hands with his own. "I'm with you forever. You, me, Ash, and this wild one right here. I love you."

"Are you two teammates ready to push?" Dr. Serra interrupted their quiet moment with a smile. "You should be fully dilated now."

"I'm so ready to get this baby out of me, Dr. Serra. If they kick me one more time I might explode from the inside out."

After one final exam, Dr. Serra nodded. "It's time."

Heather laboured with Conrad by her side. In the early hours of the morning, Dr. Serra announced he could see the head. "It won't be long now, Heather. Just keep pushing."

Conrad held her while she worked to bring their child into the world. "You're the strongest woman I know," he assured her. "The baby's almost here."

"The shoulders are out, Heather. One more big push."

Heather complied with a grimace, and her efforts were met with the wailing cries of a healthy infant.

"Congratulations, you guys. It's a..." Dr. Serra paused for dramatic effect as he passed the infant to Heather's waiting arms. "...Girl! You have a daughter!"

Heather smiled, holding their baby girl against her chest as Conrad looked on in awe. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a healthy set of lungs - little Lavender Helena Gordon was finally here!

With winter just around the corner, how would the Nesbitt-Gordon household adjust as a family of four (+ 4 pets)? ->

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NOTE: I didn't plan their engagement at all. They did this entirely on their own and this is the stuff I live for with this game. After Heather went into labour, Ash got a text from Conrad, and it was the whole 'I found a ring, what should I say?' advice cycle. And since it's technically against the rules for them to get married, I could have said no. I wanted to say yes! And after Ash was so supportive of Malcolm and Miko, and with how much he loves Conrad, I couldn't bear for him to be the one to say no. So I split the difference and said 'decide for yourself.'

Without skipping a beat, Heather and Conrad decided for themselves to get engaged! This isn't in the challenge rules, but they wanted this, I definitely wanted this, and I think we all wanted this! And I loved so much that Conrad asked Ash. Their bond is so deep. He's been in Ash's life since before he was two, which really isn't that much less time than Malcolm, since Ash's bio-dad skipped the first year of his life being a dick.

There was the issue that Heather wouldn't propose, but technically Conrad didn't propose, either. She's so unflirty and content as things stand, and even though this engagement was autonomous and that's everything, it didn't come with any animations. So since it all went down while Heather was in labour, I reshot everything in a second save and gave the very important moment the storyline it definitely deserved. (This also explains why they're in many different hospital rooms and beds while in labour but shhhh! It's an illusion, it's all happening at the same time!)

NOTE 2: All the poses used for this post are from the New Life pose pack by @eclypt0sims, which I think is spectacular! But I don't know how to use toddler sliders, so it's angles to disguise that there's no baby in those shots. But there could be if you have skills!

[lion-eva61]

Saw that tweet on twitter and hated it. Because 1. people seem always to gaslight Jayce , saying : oh, you are saying Mel manipulated him? Well his fault for being so easy to be manipulated. He is a himbo ! He is like a leaf in the wind so don’t you dare point out Mel’s grey morality. Instead make more jokes about Jayce!

Even half serios only half joking : Jayce actually wanted to be manipulated by a beautiful woman!

Here is my take:

First : Mel is deep down a good moral leader who is empathetic and cares about all people. But her true potential is buried and need to get out.

Second, Mel should have teamed up with ekko in season 2. Her journey to a good moral leader was not in season 1, her vote for independence of zhaun is not enough to make me say: her dream is to help people just like Jayce and Viktor. But her journey (right at the bombing of the council )should have began to become that person.

With ekko there was so much potential for her to learn about zhaunits and make her finally believe that they are HER people too, that all that gold she wears is like blood gold when all the zhaunits suffer.

Here is why:

First I want to establish Mel’s very grey character by her interactions with Jayce:

Jayce was easily pushed into all kinds of decisions (Markus and ambessa ) and into a political position by Mel, were she gave him full power over the future of hextech, BUT, the council gave no room for him to even have time to think about it. People often say: why didn’t he just say :No actually I don’t want it!

Well watch episode 4 again : Mel IMMEDIATELY began with the voting for creating a house Talis. The council was already 3 steps ahead before Jayce could even utter a word and talking over him. No one even asked him : hey do you even want this Jayce? It shows that the council, once they have something in their minds, they will have it reinstated. In this case :Mel wanted Jayce in the council , and she got that.

Not to mention that Mel already put the seeds in his head (same episode I think but earlier) that he could be a good leader to spread hextech to the world. She made sure to put that idea in his head to achieve his hextech dream.

Also it is not altruism that Mel gave him so much power, because she actually gave herself power over hextech. With Jayce in the council she has one vote more for whatever she wants to be reinstated, because it is easy for her to convince Jayce of her opinions(for example hextech weapons).

Mel used Jayce’s lack of political and tactical understanding. I mean, she was smart enough to approach Jayce and not Viktor, because getting a say of the future of hextech would be impossible through Viktor, a zhaunits who distrust the upper piltover class.

Her journey in s1 is that she moved and used tactics like a Merdada but learns to open up to Jayce and reject her upbringing. But that journey is rocky. To remind everyone : she was(under the pressure of her mother ) the catalyst for the hextech weapons, she brought that idea into Jayce’s and victors lab and brought another dilemma into Jayce’s life : is it morally correct to use his dream to fight other people to protect your own people. At that moment she didn’t consider the zhaunits her people, planting another seed into Jayce’s mind : it’s them vs us.

Meanwhile Viktor was defusing Jinx’s bomb and reminding Jayce , that there is choice for not using violence against people. A deliberate contrast to what Mel said.

And even the final vote for independence for zhaun is rocky : she was taking by surprise with the peace deal and looked worried and unsure. It looks like a mirror how Jayce felt when she took him by surprise and made him council. Now Jayce surprised her with the decision where her morals finally really stands, and she votes for peace.

Problem is, the council already overlooked so much of the issues in zhaun, that their voting is way to late. The pain of zhaunits expressed by jinx is boiling over and the rocket hits.

A final and very good conclusion, a middle finger to the council and their half asses morality.

And that was Mel’s journey : she was just not quick enough to realize, where her morals stands. She was not fast enough to let go of her merdada tactics and work for peace instead of wealth for piltover.

She is not a villain but also not an ally to zhaun. YET

Now season 2:

In season 2 she should have cooperate with ekko, learning the people of zhaun and become the person she really is deep down but is buried under the pressure of her mom and all the years of accumulation wealth for her and piltover, ignoring zhaun.

Her journey was not over to become a true good leader, she was barely a good moral leader in season 1. she should have become one in season 2.

The symbolism to throw away the gold to help the tree of the firelight’s, make it bloom and shine again like she wanted as a child, a city beautiful that it’s shines bright: THAT IS LIERALLY THE FIRELIGHTS HIDEOUT

That’s why it is so so disappointing that Mel Stan’s never talk about her in greater depth, brush her decisions and tactics with a moral white brush, ignore all the so obvious wealth symbolism around her that point out how far away she is from the pain of zhaunits , gaslight Jayce and ignore her journey.

And make stupid tweets.

You guys should not be angry why she didn’t end up with Jayce , but why she never had the chance to show us , that of all people in piltover, she is actually the most caring. That she would have the biggest heart for zhaun. Why didn’t we see that? When it was established how much she actually cares that people don’t suffer? Why didn’t Mel not have a single chance to interact with zhaunits ? To see their suffering ? To make actual changes ?

[douceurmoon]

☆ 𝓓eja de buscar la lógica : Crea tu vida soñada ahora ¡!

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Sé que puede ser difícil de asimilar conocer un concepto como la ley de asunción, especialmente si eres una persona bastante lógica y objetiva, pero tienes que detenerte al seguir complicando la manifestación. Por favor, deja de pensar en cómo y cuándo se manifestará tu deseo, o si siquiera es posible que tu deseo se pueda hacer realidad.

Si no ves cambios en el 3D, no asumas que la ley de asunción es falsa. No creas que eres una excepción y que jamás tendrás lo que quieres. ¡¡Deja de pensar en el fracaso como tu único destino!!

La ley de asunción NUNCA falla. Si piensas que algo es de cierta manera, así será. Tu realidad es un reflejo directo de ti; de tus pensamientos, creencias y suposiciones. Y aunque puede sonar irracional, ¡eso no importa! Tu subconsciente no sabe qué es lógico o no, solo responde a lo que le dices. Y hará realidad lo que sea que creas o asumas como cierto.

Da igual qué quieres: dinero, ropa, una pareja, amigos, viajes, regalos, cambios en tu apariencia física, una situación específica, salud, seguridad, habilidades, felicidad... LO QUE SEA. Incluso si algo no tiene sentido para ti, cualquier resultado es posible, porque existen infinitas posibilidades, pero tu realidad responde a tus órdenes. No te preocupes por la lógica o el tiempo (que es solo una ilusión). Relájate y deja que la magia suceda (¡y ni siquiera se trata de magia!) Tu subconsciente es el que se encargará de cómo se llevará a cabo tu deseo.

Tú eres el director de tu propia película, dirígela a tu favor. Ve y haz tus sueños realidad. Tienes el poder de eliminar, modificar o traer lo que desees a tu realidad. Toma esto en serio.

Tu vida ideal no está lejos de ti, en lo absoluto. Lo prometo. ♡

☆ 𝓢top looking for logic : Create your dream life now !

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I know it can be difficult to assimilate knowing a concept like the law of assumption, especially if you are a fairly logical and objective person, but you have to stop yourself from continuing to complicate manifestation. Please, stop thinking about how and when your wish will manifest, or if it is even possible that your wish can come true.

If you don't see changes in 3D, don't assume that the law of assumption is false. Don't believe that you are an exception and that you will never get what you want - stop thinking of failure as your only destiny!!!!

The law of assumption NEVER fails. If you think something is a certain way, it will be. Your reality is a direct reflection of you; of your thoughts, beliefs and assumptions. And while it may sound irrational, that doesn't matter! Your subconscious doesn't know what is logical or not, it just responds to what you tell it. And it will make true whatever you believe or assume to be true.

It doesn't matter what you want: money, clothes, a partner, friends, travel, gifts, changes in your physical appearance, a specific situation, health, confidence, skills, happiness.... WHATEVER. Even if something doesn't make sense to you, any outcome is possible, because there are infinite possibilities, but your reality responds to your commands. Don't worry about logic or time (which is just an illusion). Relax and let the magic happen (and it's not even about magic!) Your subconscious is in charge of how your wish will be carried out.

You are the director of your own movie, direct it in your favor. Go and make your dreams come true. You have the power to delete, modify or bring whatever you want into your reality. Take this seriously.

Your ideal life is not far from you, at all. I promise. ♡

[deliciousangelfestival]

Kiss Me If You Can || Part 2

Character: Bucky Barnes x Thief!Reader

Words Count:  1,214

Summary: What happens when Bucky meet his first love the phantom thief for the second time?

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The first time Bucky got his heart broken was when he was in junior high school. He was playing the arcade game with Steve when he saw Y/N and her friends at the cafe.

As usual, he always watches her from afar.

Then he saw a boy close to her; a bold and brave boy approached Y/N, capturing her attention in a way Bucky had only dreamed of.

The intimate kiss on her cheek unfolded before his eyes like a scene from a cruel play. Bucky didn’t remember what happened next. He went home and cried. He didn’t leave the house for a week. Even Steve can’t get him out of his bedroom.

Bucky realized that Y/N was out of his league and needed to change to stand beside her. He always watching her walk away.

*********

Years go by, and once again, he watches her slipping away. And the most absurd thing is she became a phantom thief. It turns out he doesn’t know a thing about Y/N.

After the chaos she made at the army, they want to catch her. She became their first enemy.

Now, Bucky has another chance to catch her again. Today, his team got told they needed to guard a V.I.P. at the masquerade ball.

Because there’s a rumor the phantom thief will appear at the party, the army sends Bucky and the team to catch the thief.

Bucky didn’t tell anyone that the thief was his first love.

Y/N was right; he couldn’t imagine her inside a prison cell. He can’t let anyone else catch her beside him.

*****

The ballroom sparkled with lights as Bucky and his team guarded a VIP named Richard Harrington. Richard was a rich guy with a big attitude. He couldn't stop bragging about a super expensive diamond necklace up for auction.

"This necklace is worth more than your wildest dreams, Lieutenant. I doubt you've ever seen something this classy," Richard said with a smirk, acting like he was the most critical person in the room. He looked down on everyone, making it clear he thought he was better than them.

As he went on about the necklace, his rudeness showed. He didn't care about anyone else, treating the staff like they were beneath him.

Bucky had to keep his cool, but Richard's mean attitude set the tone for a night that promised to be full of tension and surprises.

As Bucky and his team scanned the room for the elusive phantom thief, Richard Harrington had a different idea. With a sly grin, he pointed to a woman across the room, claiming she was an important guest, and demanded Bucky to dance with her.

"This is Isabella," Richard said, gesturing toward the woman. "She's someone you should be honored to dance with, Lieutenant. Make sure you don't mess it up."

Isabella, the mysterious woman, wore a striking dress that shimmered like the night sky, her mask adding an air of secrecy to her appearance. She approached Bucky with a confident smile, defying the unspoken rules of social hierarchy.

Their dance was like a rhythm of unspoken understanding, a chemistry that flowed effortlessly. Bucky felt a sense of familiarity, a nagging feeling that lingered at the edge of his consciousness.

"Why so intense, Bucky?" 

Bucky was surprised when he recognized Y/N's voice beneath the disguise. Once again, this woman caught him off guard.

As they moved to the music, Bucky felt a knot tighten in his stomach, realizing Y/N's presence beneath the disguise.

Y/N, in the persona of Isabella, threw a playful remark his way. "Quite the dancer, Lieutenant."

Bucky, attempting nonchalance, replied, "I've had smoother partners."

She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe you need someone to keep you on your toes."

Bucky said, "I've had enough surprises for one night."

Her laughter, a melody amidst the dance, echoed in the dimly lit hall. "Why so serious, Bucky? Afraid of a little excitement?"

Bucky, masking his inner turmoil, quipped, "Just trying to survive the night."

Y/N, with a playful glint in her eye, replied, "Surviving can be overrated, Bucky. Sometimes, you just have to embrace the chaos."

Bucky, smirking, retorted, "Embrace chaos, huh? Let's see how chaotic things can get."

Y/N laughed. “Careful what you wish for, my dear Bucky.”

After she said this, the lights turned off, and everything went dark.

Y/N also slipping away from Bucky grasp.

Every guest immediately panicked, but Richard, as the host party, assured the guest that everything was alright.

The chaos erupted as the lights flickered back to life, unveiling the empty pedestal where the diamond necklace had rested. Richard erupted in fury, pointing fingers at the phantom thief.

Unfazed by the commotion, Bucky directed his team to search among the guests. The elusive thief had cleverly blended in, using the same disguise as the innocent attendees.

While the others inspected the bewildered guests, Bucky ascended to the top floor, determined to catch the culprit. As he reached the rooftop, he was met with the sight of Y/N, ready to make her daring escape.

This time, however, she wore a wingsuit, a sleek silhouette against the city lights, poised to vanish into the night.

With a smirk, she waved the stolen diamond necklace in front of Bucky, the glint of mischief evident in her eyes. "Impressed, Bucky?"

Bucky, a mixture of frustration and admiration, couldn't help but respond, "You enjoy making a spectacle of everything, don't you?"

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing the contours of the necklace. "At least I gave you a good chase, right?"

Clenching his fists, Bucky shot back, "This game of yours will catch up with you, sooner or later."

As Y/N turned to make her daring escape, Bucky, fueled by a sudden surge of boldness, blurted out, "Next time I catch you, you won't be leaving my bed."

The unexpected declaration left Y/N momentarily speechless, her usual quick-witted responses failing her.

Caught off guard, she stammered, "Umm, well... I guess, bye?" With a flustered glance back at Bucky, she activated her wingsuit and soared into the night, leaving Bucky on the rooftop.

Bucky scoffed as he watched Y/N disappear into the night. Despite her successful escape, a sense of satisfaction lingered within him. His unexpected declaration made him feel a small victory in catching her off guard. 

His words held a truth that echoed in his mind – the next encounter wouldn't be a game.

*****

At Y/N's hideout:

After safely landing on the ground and delivering the stolen diamond necklace to her client, Y/N returned home. Bucky's words echoed in her mind, "Next time I catch you, you won't be leaving my bed."

Embarrassment flushed through her, and her heart raced at realizing she might have pushed the boundaries too far. Y/N acknowledged that she had always seen Bucky as a younger brother, especially given his close friendship with Steve. However, something had shifted.

Sighing, Y/N muttered, "What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"

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[anyamaris]

Don't Go

Word Count-2729

Summary- Your longtime friend is thrown off by you mentioning going to dinner with a mutual friend and the misunderstanding causes events that you'd only played out in your dreams.

Pairing- BFF!Baekhyun x F!reader

Trope-Friends to lovers AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, sexual language, mentions of food, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), teasing, name calling (affectionately) MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @woosanbby @starillusion13

A/N-Those who know me well should know that Baek is my long time ult (of 3) and this is my first fic for him. I know Baek is very fun and playful so I hope I did well by him in this. Please enjoy and I hope to write all the Exo boys (minus Jongdaddy ofc) soon!

As always, thank you to @babesindestroyland my hyung for being so supportive and helpful and beta reading and dealing with all my worries and concerns. I love you so much 🤍💜🤍

Thank you again to @cafekitsune for banners and dividers, they are beautiful as always!

“HA! Take that, loser!” your friend yells into his headset, jumping out of his seat and pointing at the screen as if the person on the other end could see him.  You roll your eyes, shaking your head at his childish antics.  “Baek ... .I'm trying to get some work done here…” you sigh and he looks over, his silly face changing to one of apology as he covers his mouth.  “Yeah, ok, next time, sure sure…yep-bye!” he says, then he’s removing the headset and making his way over to the couch where you have your books out.  

“Why are you even here?” you ask as he plops down next to you, leaning against you to look down at what you’re currently working on.  “Hmm? What is this?” he asks, looking over the notebook you’re writing in.  “Just collecting thoughts on an essay, nothing you’d be interested in.  It’s for my lit class.” you murmur, bumping his shoulder to push him off.  He just grins at you and bumps you back, then rests his head on your shoulder.

“Y/nnnn….” he whines and you sigh, closing the notebook.  “What, Baekhyun?” you ask, somewhat irritated.  He’d asked to come over and all he did was get on and play games with his friends online.  Sometimes you wanted to kick him right in his smug little face.  But you were weak for his puppy eyes.  The ones looking up at you now.  

“Are you gonna make us dinner?” he asks, blinking those brown eyes at you that you couldn’t resist.  “You don’t deserve to eat, moron.  You come over here and just want to use my computer to play games.  Go home and eat.” you say, standing up and letting him fall onto the now vacant space.  “Awww, come on! I’m sorry-Taeyong said he could beat me and I had to prove him wrong!” he says, bringing out his bottom lip.  That pout was a weakness of yours and he knew it.  Turning, you pretend to ignore him, but really you’re hiding a smile.  

“Y/n!” Pleaaaase…” he begs and you feel him wrapping his arms around you from behind.  “Please? I’ll pay attention to you, promise! What did you want to talk about? School? Dramas? Writing? Whatever you want.” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder.  “Hmm…fine. I’ll cook, you can keep me company. Let’s talk about…” you think, trying to settle on something that wouldn’t be video games or him harassing you about something.  There was one thing…. You think as you bite your lip.  

Eyeing your long time friend, former crush, current pain the ass, you contemplate as you put together something you can both consume.  He was sitting at the little island separating the living area from the kitchen, kicking his feet as he sat on the stool watching you.  “Baek…” you start and he tilts his head at you.  “Hm?” he pops a strawberry in his mouth as he smiles mischievously. 

Smacking his hand away from the food, you shake your head at him.  “Seriously, you’re so impatient.” you ‘tch’ at him and he just sticks his tongue out at you.  “So, what is it? You’ve got that look.” he says, leaning forward with a smirk.  “You’ve got something on your mind, so tell me.” he wiggles as he makes a funny face at you and you can only roll your eyes.  Briefly, you wonder how you ever had a crush on him, he was so ridiculous. 

“You know me so well.” you say, somewhat sarcastically, but then you decide to change the subject.  “I’m going out with Jongin tomorrow night, so you know.” you say, turning your back on him to flip some pancakes.  “Out?” he echoes and you hum a response,  busying yourself with your cooking.  “Yep, dinner. So find somewhere else to go for your games tomorrow.  I won’t be home. Or at least, I don’t know when I’ll be back.”  you say and as you throw the food on a plate, you turn back to your friend.  

“What?” you ask him, confused about the sudden serious look on his face.  “Why are you going out with Jongin?” he asks, picking up a fork and poking at the plate of food you set down in front of him.  “Do I need a reason to go out with someone? Seriously, Baek. It’s one night, you can go somewhere else.” you huff out.  “Now eat your food, you brat.” 

After eating, you find that you’re somewhat irritated at Baekhyun’s weird mood change.  Was he really so childish that he was angry that he couldn’t play on your computer or come bother you for a night? “Do you want to-” you start to ask him after finishing cleaning up but he’s putting on his jacket, then his shoes.  “You’re leaving?” you ask and he just nods, his back to you.  

“Have fun tomorrow,” he says, then he’s out the door. “Um..ok?” you say, cocking your head at the empty space your friend was just in.  “What a weirdo.” you tell the empty room, shrugging and returning to your schoolwork.  You had morning classes anyhow, so it was a good thing that you were able to have a quiet night without Baekhyun keeping you up to talk most of the evening.

The next day as you make your way home from classes, you send a text off to Jongin to confirm your dinner meet time and check your other messages.  Frowning, you notice Baekhyun hadn’t responded to your text, but he’d read it.  Frowning, you send him another with just a bunch of emoji frown faces and grin.  “Jerk.” you mutter and head home to change.  

As you emerge from the shower, you are startled to hear pounding on your door.  Throwing a towel around yourself, you rush out to see what is making someone knock so frantically.  “Y/n!” you hear and you stop.  “Um…who is it?” you ask, warily.  “Open the door! It’s me!” you suddenly recognize Baekyun’s voice and sigh in frustration, throwing open the door to him.  

“Seriously Baek? What is so-” you start to scold him but he’s grabbing your arm as he slams the door behind him.  “Don’t go.” he says abruptly, gripping your bare upper arms in his hands.  “Don’t go to dinner with Jongin.” he says again, his face completely unreadable.  You can only stare at him in confusion as his eyes bore holes into yours.  “What? Why not?” you can only ask.

“Look, I know I’m an idiot, and I know I can be annoying and immature.  Frankly, I don’t know why I didn’t do something sooner, or say something, anything! But when you said you were going out with Jongin-I realized I was going to lose you.  I don’t want to lose you, Y/n!” he says, shaking you a little.  

“Baekhyun, what the-” is all you manage before his mouth is on yours, his arms around you, pulling you up on your toes as he kisses you.  You can only grip the sleeves of his shirt as you reel from the sudden turn of events.  Baek? Kissing me? What the hell is going on? Are your only thoughts as he backs you to the couch and you both fall on it.  Your arms go around his neck instinctively even though your brain is in a complete fog.  

His mouth leaves yours only to make his way to your neck, and you let out a long, low moan as his thigh pushes your legs open so he can settle between them.  “Baekhyun!” you choke out and his breathing increases as you tug on his hair.  “What-” you start but then his mouth is back on yours, his tongue probing, seeking yours.  “Stay with me, don’t go.” he whispers against your lips as he props himself up to look down at you.  

His eyes drop down to your towel and you realize as they widen that the cloth has fallen open to expose your naked body.  You blush furiously, pulling your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself.  “Baek-” “Don’t” he says, pulling your arm away to hold over your head as his eyes linger over your tits.  “God, you’re perfect.” he whispers, his gaze dropping lower and you squirm under him.  ‘BAEKHYUN!” you yell and his eyes snap up to yours.  

“If I’m going to be naked, then you are too.” you state bluntly, giving in now that he’s opened this door.  He hesitates for only a split second before his mouth is back on yours, and he’s helping you tug his shirt over his head, throwing it blindly.  Your hands are on the button of his jeans, unzipping him, and you’re both struggling to toss every garment in the way until you’re both completely naked and entwined in each other's arms.  

“Baek-” you gasp out as he settles between your legs, his erection pressing firmly against your inner thigh as he rubs himself against you, pushing closer to your core. “I want you, always wanting you…for a long time…” he is panting against your skin as his lips brush against your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.  His hand is cupping your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple gently, causing you to arch underneath him. 

 “Please…please…you-” you gasp, and his mouth is back on yours again, his other hand sliding between you to push your thigh over more.  Then he’s probing at your sopping wet entrance, his agile fingers slipping through your folds, his tongue dipping into your mouth as his fingers press into you.  “Tell me you want me.” he whispers against the side of your mouth, pressing kisses along your cheek to your ear.  “Tell me…tell me you want this, want me…” “Yes, I want you…I want you inside of me, please…don’t tease me…I need you….” you whisper back, mirroring his actions, kissing right under his ear, causing him to curse softly as he guides his dick where his fingers were.  

“I’ve thought of this so many times but you’ve never been this wet in my dreams-” he gasps out as he slowly stretches you with the head of his cock.  You can only cry out as he thrusts forward suddenly, bottoming out inside of you.  “Sorry, sorry-it’s -just-fuck-” he’s stuttering as your walls adjust to him.  “Fuck me-” you gasp out and he pulls back to look at you, his hair a complete mess, his cheeks pink, his eyes glazed over with lust.  His lips part as he looks down at you underneath him, naked and begging.  

He lets out a moan as he pulls back just to thrust into you, then again, and again.  Soon the only noises are your moans, his heavy breathing and the wet, slapping noises of your joining.  “More, please!” you are crying and he drops down to hold you, pulling your leg up to go around his waist.  You tilt your hips up to take more of him and he starts moaning right along with you as he increases his pace.  

“Baekhyunnn~” you moan out, yanking his hair as the position lets his thrusts hit your sensitive clit along with hitting the perfect spot inside of you and the tightness in your belly is causing your to tremble under him.  “God-so tight-” he’s gasping, and you’re clawing at his shoulders as he pounds into you.  “B-ba-baek-~!” you choke out as you feel the sudden snap of the coil let go, and you’re gushing around him, clenching and spasming.  “Oh fuck!” he cries out, pressing into you, grinding his body against yours to help you through your orgasm.  “I -I-I-fuc-CUMMING!” he finally manages, yanking himself out of you at the last moment, spilling thick cum along your pussy, then onto your stomach, painting your skin with his seed.  He holds himself above you as he jerks himself, your hand joining his to help pump every last drop out.  

After he’s completely emptied himself on you, he falls beside you, his face going into your neck and you curl against him.  “I’m a mess…” you whisper as he pulls you closer and he shakes his head.  “Don’t care.” he murmurs, his lips latching onto your neck, licking and sucking.  “What-ow-what are you doing??” you ask him as he sucks hard enough to sting.  “Marking. Mine.”  he says, then he’s moving to do the same to your collarbone.  “Ow-Baek!” you giggle as he rolls you on your back again, his thigh between yours.  “Going to mark all over you.” he says and you have to grab him to pull him back, forcing him to look up at you.  “Hey…talk to me…what…what in the world?” you say.  “I know it’s a bit late to ask now but…seriously…why are you all of a sudden-?” you manage but his lips are on yours eagerly and you just give in, letting his passion sweep you away.  

After what could be minutes or hours, you’re not entirely sure, you both lay wrapped in each other's arms, clothes strewn everywhere.  You grab your phone which is luckily on the table next to you to message Jongin to postpone your dinner.  Tossing it, you turn back to him.  At his dark look, you furrow your brows at him.  “What?”  you ask, confused.  “You’re still going to go out with him after this?” he asks with anger in his voice.  Surprised, you can only laugh.  

“Why wouldn’t I?” is all you can say and he curses, yanking you closer.  “I want to be with you, Y/n.  Together. Girlfriend and boyfriend.  Romantic.  NO LONGER FRIENDS.  EXCLUSIVE.” he says, his voice getting louder at each word.  You cover his mouth, trying to suppress a laugh.  “Baekhyun.” you say and he glares at you.  You grab both of his ears and yank, hard.  “OW OW!” he cries out and you let go, smacking him in the forehead.  

“You idiot, do you think I’m going on a date with Jongin?” you finally ask, and his expression darkens again.  “Is that why you were acting weird last night and then…this?” he only continues to glare at you.  Sighing, you gently rub his ears, then his forehead before drawing him in for a soft kiss.  “You know, if you talked to me like a normal person, you’d know I was going to dinner with Jongin to talk to him about a girl he likes.  That isn’t me.” you whisper, smirking at his shocked expression.  

“What?? I-but-I thought-” he stumbles but then groans, dropping his head onto your chest.  “Yeah, you thought without asking.” you say, pulling his face back up to look at you.  “Ok fine, I’m a moron.” he says, embarrassed.  “Well..I guess…if you hadn’t misunderstood you might not have …” you trail off, gesturing to the two of you, naked and messy on your couch.  

Smiling, he pulls you back to him.  “So…?” he says, eyeing you.  “So…what?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow.  “So….I still want everything I said.” he says.  You study him, brushing his hair back.  “Are you sure? Not just teasing like you always do?”  His eyes go wide as he chokes out a laugh.  “Do you honestly think I’d- this? I would never-” he’s sputtering and you pull him in to kiss and hold you.  

“I’ve had a huge crush on you for years, idiot.  Once upon a time I thought you liked me too, but you always said ‘just kidding haha!’ and I eventually gave up.” you tell him and he frowns, his hand coming up to cup your face.  “I…I’ve liked you too…for a long time.  I just …felt like if I pressured you, I’d lose the friendship.  I’ll do better, I’m sorry I confused you.” he whispers and you can only nod, his lips soft against yours.  

“Ok and while I would love to stay like this all night…I think I need another shower…or something..” you say and he laughs.  “Ok let’s go shower then…will you make me-”

“Yes, Baekhyun.  I’ll cook for you.  And yes, you can spend the night.” you say and he answers with a deep kiss, smiling against your mouth.  “No computer, only me tonight, jerk!” you say, pulling his hair and biting his lip and he just laughs at you, agreeing.  

You suppose that little crush was still there after all.

[tharett]

Hellooo! o/

Back at it again with the ranfren oc doodles, hope you don't mind aksjaj

Also!!

He has a name now :D

His name is Daiki Hirose ^^ I will probably draw more of him interacting with characters in the future, so look foward to that <3

My Writing(Eng):

(H: Hirose, R: Randal, S: Sebastian, T: Tsukada)

R: I'll make you into a super great pet, hehe..!

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H: Hey Randal! Long time no see!

R: Too bad it didn't last longer...

H: Aw, you don't mean that~ ^^

R: I do though...

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H: Well, aren't you a fun one!

S: ...

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H: S-Satorou?

T: Hirose? Is it really you...?

(I guess the context here is that Hirose didn't go away like all of Randal's previous dream creations, so it was a shock for both guys. Especially Satoru since he has been there for so long.)

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H: Yikes... What an uncool guy...

[Dies shortly after(lol)]

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Holaaaaa! o/

Regresé con más bocetos de mi oc de Ranfren, si no les importa tantojaizjaj

Oh, y por cierto!

Ya tiene nombre :D

Su nombre es Daiki Hirose y es lo más probable que lo dibuje en el futuro interactuando con los demás personajes de Ranfren, entonces se esperan a ver, vale? <3

Ahora a la traducción xdxd

Mi Escritura(Esp):

(H: Hirose, R: Randal, S: Sebastian, T: Tsukada)

R: Te convertiré en una mascota super genial, jeje...!

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H: Ey, Randal! Tanto tiempo sin vernos!

R: Que mal que no pudo durar más...

H: Ay, tu no lo dices en serio~ ^^

R: Pero sí lo digo en serio...

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H: Bueno, que tipo tan divertido eres, no?

S: ...

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H: S-Satoru?

T: Hirose? De verdad eres tu...?

(El contexto aquí de por qué se encuentran sorprendidos es que Hirose no desapareció como todas las creaciones de los sueños de Randal anteriores, entonces Satoru esta en tipo shock ya que nunca tuvo a alguien más en el espacio de los sueños)

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H: Joder... que tipo tan gacho...

[Muere poco después]

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Hope you enjoyed my doodles ^^/

Espero que hayan disfrutado de mis bocetos ^^/

[lovelyvogrincic]

He looks good with kids.

Felipe Otaño x fem! Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff 🥺 mentions of food I guess?

Note: this is the second attempt at writing this! Hope it’s good, I’ve been so tired w everything 😭

The smell of the steak and chorizo argentino were all over the place, you inhaled it, anxious to grab a bite of it, the music was blasting, and as you got out of the car, your sister’s voice greeted the both of you.

-¡Llegaron los Otaño!- your sister announces as you and your husband arrive holding hands.- Hasta que llegan, morimos de hambre.- your sister says greeting you with a hug and then your husband.

-Hola Sara, ¿cómo estás?, había demasiado tráfico.- Felipe greets- pero trajimos un pastel, espero les guste.

You walked into the garden where the family gathering was taking place, you were greeted by your parents, your siblings and cousins, after leaving the cake, the both of you, sat down next to your sister and your brother.

-¿Y, cómo va la vida de recién casados?- your brother asked you, smiling at seeing you happily sitting with your husband, cuddling.

-Va bien, como podes ver.- Felipe said.- Siento que valió la pena la espera, soy muy feliz, ¿y vos?- he asked turning to see you, who was blushing by now.

-Yo también soy muy feliz, mi amor, en serio que me haces muy feliz. -you saw him and gave a him a little peek.

-Como extraño esa etapa- your sister teased you- no, pero en serio me alegro que estén felices, lo merecen.

The chat continued for a while, the two couples talking about marriage and their kids, which was something you couldn’t participate on, you have been dreaming on being a mother since ever, but that wasn’t a chat that you and Felipe had touched, and with him being away a lot because of his job, you knew the theme was not up to discussion, only once you had brought it up, but was quickly shut down by Felipe’s appearance on Bayona’s new movie.

YnOtano

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Juntada con la familia 🩷

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SaraPerez: que bueno que vinieron! Los queremos muchísimo 🫶🏻

User1: mis papis y mi familia 😭

User2: @user1 nuestros* papis

YnOtano: @user1 @user2 pásennos sus papeles de adopción y vemos!

-Pero bueno, ¿ustedes cuando nos dan la noticia del bebé?- your brother asked and you shook your head.

-Luis, no empieces, ¿eh?- you told him a little annoyed.- Dejá el tema, por el momento somos felices siendo tíos, ¿verdad, amor?

Felipe just nodded, he really thought that was how you felt about the subject, and even though he wanted to be a dad and see you as a mom, he wasn’t gonna push you to talk about something that could lead to a fight.

-¡Tía (yn)!, ¡Tío Felipe!- a boy’s voice said while running to the newly wed couple, who received him with a hug.

-Hola Mati, ¿cómo estás?- you asked the boy while still hugging him.

-Muy bien tía, ya se me cayó un diente- the kid smiled proudly so you could see the gap where the teeth was, you smiled at seeing him.

-¡En serio! Vos ya sos un niño grande, entonces- Mateo, nodded at being recognized as a “big kid”.- ¿y tu hermano?

As you said that, the 3 year old came running as well to Felipe’s arm, who caught him, and hugged him.

-Ah, pero, ¿cómo estás vos?- Pipe said to his nephew.

-Bien tío, mi papá me enseñó a patear la pelota- he told proudly pointing to his dad- Ya puedo jugar futbol con vos y con Mateo.

-Me re encanta la idea, ¿jugamos ya?- he asked while getting up, with the youngest in his arms still, Mateo nodded and before anyone else could say anything, he was in the grass, with the ball in position to play.

-¿No comes primero?- you asked your husband.

-Un juego rápido, amor, y ya vengo a comer, ¿si?- he told you as he left and gave you a kiss.

-¡ew!, no la beses, te podes contagiar tío.- Tomás, the youngest, said to Felipe making everyone laugh.

-Pero, me gusta mucho tu tía, no puedo evitarlo- He told the kid while leaving the table, walking over to Mateo.

You rolled your eyes funny, if you knew there was something Felipe loved more than you, was futbol, and it was no surprise your nephews reached out to him so much, he always played with him, taught them tips, even took them to watch some games at the stadium… how that man wasn’t a father yet?

-¿Pero, en serio, hermana, cuando van a hacernos tíos- Luis, your brother asked you again, receiving a slap on the arm by his wife.

-Cállate Luis, ya te dijo (yn), no molestes más.- you thanked your sister in law with a smile.

-Y a todo esto, ¿dónde está Mía?

Mia was your only niece, so far, and you were head over heels for her, she was the perfect combination of your brother and your sister in law, she was always laughing and hugging you, well, when she was a baby, but since she turned two years old, the only thing that existed for her, was her Tío Felipe.

-Mi mamá la traía.- Luis told you- Ah no, ya encontró a Pipe- he said while pointing at the garden where she was already being held by your husband, while he ran after the ball with the kids.

-Con razón, yo no existo para ella desde que descubrió a Pipe- you said without taking the look of them.- antes yo era la favorita- you sighed.

-Lo seguís siendo- Sara reassured you.- Mateo te seguí amando con locura, eres su favorita.

-Y bueno, tres de uno, no está tan mal.- you said finally returning your attention to the adults on the table- Pero, Mia es mi princesa, y ella preferí a Pipe, yo llegué primero.

Your siblings laughed at seeing you jealous of your husband.

-Es que el juega con los niños futbol, y con Mia hace todo lo que ella quiere, aparte, siempre la trae en brazos, ¿cómo no querés que lo prefieran?- Luis teased you again, receiving another slap on the arm.- Yo solo digo.

You rolled your eyes and turned again to see your husband, who was still running with Mia on his arms, while Mateo and Tomas ran behind him, you smiled at seeing him with them, it seemed natural how he played with them, how he talked to them, everything he did, seemed so natural, like it was in his dna to be good with the kids.

Pipegonzalesotano

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Que lindo estar con ellos. ❤️⚽️

gracias por las fotos @YnOtano.

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YnOtano: ay! Me volví a enamorar 🫠

User1: Gracias por tanto (Yn), perdón por tan poco 😔

User2: Pipe con niños>>>> Que ya sean papás.

Pipegonzalesotano: @user2 yo también lo espero!

After a few minutes chatting with your siblings and their partners, a kid cry interrupt the gossip, everyone turned worried to check on the kids; it was Mia, she had fallen down running, and was now crying, and before her parents could ran to her, Felipe was already on his knees, checking everything.

-Ay princesa, ¿estás bien?- he asked the baby girl, caressing her knee.- Sos muy valiente, ¿sabes?

Mia parents as seeing that Felipe had the situation under control, they stayed on their seats, still watching her.

-Duele- was the only thing the baby said while sniffing and Felipe nodded.

-Se que duele, pero, no pasa nada, mira- he kissed her knee lovingly making your heart melt.- ¿mejor?

Mia nodded, wiping her nose with her hand.

-¿Queres una bandita para la herida?- She nodded again and Pipe lifted her up, walking towards the inside of the house.

-(Yn), ese hombre quere ser un papá demasiado, y vos crees que no quiere- Sara finally told you.

-Yo no sé, no hemos hablado del tema, Sara, solo una vez antes de que grabara La Sociedad de la Nieve pero, después de la película, ya no lo hablamos de nuevo- You told her lifting her shoulders.- Pero igual, no sé.

Your sister shook her head, and then Pipe entered walking holding hands with Mia.

-Se cayó, pero nada grave, está bien, ya tiene una bandita- he said while they approached your brother.- igual, ahí la dejo con ustedes.

They thanked him, Mia sat on her father’s lap and Pipe sat next to you again, with his arm around your shoulders.

-Te ves muy bien con niños- you whispered to him before kissing his cheek.

He just smiled at your comment.- Gracias por notarlo, porque- he looked at your family who were on their own thing, so the conversation was only between you two- muero por ser papá.- he finally confessed.

Your eyes opened wide, finally he told you what he had been suppressing on his chest, and mind, his eyes met yours after a seconds of avoiding them, you could see a new light on his eyes, he was smiling corner to corner, you were smiling as well, and finally having the courage to speak.

-¿De verdad?-he nodded- yo también quiero ser mamá, y más que nada verte como papá. Pero no sé, pensé que no querías hijos- he laughed and sighed.

-¿Estás bromeando? ¡Yo quiero tener mi propio equipo de futbol!- you laughed loudly at his comment.- O bueno, con unos dos, está bien.

You nodded- Empecemos con uno.

You kissed to hear after a few seconds an “ew” coming from all the kids, making you and your husband laugh.

A year later…

YnOtano with Pipegonzalesotano

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No podíamos esperar más para compartir esta noticia! ❤️

El primero de todo un equipo de futbol, dice Pipe 🫣

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User1: Por fin!!! Que bonito todo 🥰

Juanicar: GRITÉ! Ya quiero conocer al bebé 🥺

FranRomeroFran: No puede ser! Que bonito todo! Pipe va a ser papá 😭

Vorgincicenzo: muchas felicidades chicos! Tendrá muchos tíos que le amaran ❤️

fercontigiani: La mejor noticia que me han dado, mil felicidades chicos.

Filmbayona: Estoy viendo crecer a mis chicos!

[ploppyrainbowprincess]

Reuni informacion de Xeni porque me encanto su personaje y los de la wiki se están tardando demasiado LOL

Nombre: Kenny Dewbarry

Alias: Xeni.

Genero: Masculino. (Pronombres: El/Ellos.)

Sexualidad: Creo que esto puede dar mucho que pensar. Todos estamos de acuerdo con la naturaleza afeminada de Xeni, además de ser una persona de mente abierta y con ideas artísticas. Al menos para mí, resulta difícil imaginar que sea heterosexual, por lo que considero que la pansexualidad es una opción adecuada, ya que no le importaría el género de las personas.

Apariencia: Xeni tiene un aspecto llamativo que mezcla rasgos vibrantes y un estilo alternativo. Su cuerpo es alargado y de un tono azul brillante, luce un suéter de cuello alto, holgado y con franjas horizontales en tonos cálidos como el naranja, rojo, marrón, y azul, lo que le da una apariencia acogedora y algo nostálgica. Su cabello es un detalle particularmente único: lleva un voluminoso peinado asimétrico teñido de un azul vibrante que cae en ondas hacia un costado de su rostro, dándole un toque moderno y creativo, ojos verdes. Además, utiliza grandes lentes de montura cuadrada que cubren parte de su cara, lo que refuerza un aire intelectual y ligeramente serio. Finalmente, Xeni tiene piernas extremadamente delgadas y largas, con pies minimalistas que complementan su figura estilizada y peculiar, dándole una apariencia algo etérea y caricaturesca.

Ocupacion: Un director de sueños despiertos que hace ensueños para Riley cada vez que está despierta pensando, trabaja en Dream Productions, ciertos ayudantes se prestan para hacer los papeles improvisados, y otros para el ambiente, colocando música, entre otros más.

Edad: Son criaturas que habitan en la mente de Riley y, aunque probablemente no tienen edades exactas, Xeni aparenta tener una personalidad y comportamientos que sugieren una edad aproximada de entre 18 y 22 años.

Personalidad: Xeni demuestra tener una personalidad confiada en sí mismo, pero a la vez algo arrogante y presumida, al autodenominarse un profesional de los sueños y comenzar a nombrar sus recientes éxitos como si fueran lo mejor del mundo. Suele realizar poses bastante femeninas, al igual que su voz aguda con un acento britanico marcado, y no tiene miedo de debatir o discutir su punto de vista si es necesario. Xeni tiene una perspectiva emocional, poética y artística sobre su trabajo: siente que los directores que trabajan para sueños nocturnos no comprenden el arte verdadero, ya que él trabaja para crear sueños despiertos. Sus ideas chocan totalmente entre sí; Xeni, en vez de la planificación, prefiere la improvisación y usar métodos metafóricos profundos como parte de su creatividad en la creación de sueños.

Xeni también ha demostrado tener una visión cuestionable para los demás sobre lo que es arte. Por ejemplo, cuando comenzó a trabajar con Paula, esta le preguntó si quería deshacerse de la "chatarra" que llevaba en sus brazos: un tablero de tamaño mediano con engranajes, cadenas y un tenedor oxidado pegado, con una compuerta de cartón que, al inclinarse, revelaba una hamburguesa pintada con una lengua y un micrófono que reproducía una voz aguda, probablemente hecho con objetos reciclados. Xeni respondió que no era chatarra, sino su arte, y que en un futuro tenía la intención de añadir su propia estética a los sueños, pues eso demostraba la profundidad de su visión. Al llegar a la oficina de Paula, sin siquiera pedir permiso, se sentó, sacó su celular y fue directo al grano, comenzando a leer las malas reseñas de Paula en voz alta, con una actitud bastante ruda y poco empática. Para Xeni, el arte debe subvertir las expectativas de la audiencia, y utilizó poses y sonidos de monstruos como ejemplo. Está seguro de que los libretos son el instrumento de los cobardes y le encanta hacer sueños despiertos, ya que esto desafía a Riley a experimentar el presente.

Xeni también ha demostrado saber manipular las cosas para su beneficio. Por ejemplo, chantajeó a Paula para que lo aceptara como nuevo asistente de director, mostrando pruebas de que él era sobrino de Jean Dewberry, la cabeza de la empresa. Aceptó el puesto pensando que le beneficiaría para ascender, tal como Paula había hecho con asistentes anteriores. Sin embargo, Xeni no se siente satisfecho con solo ser un asistente: él necesita libertad para expresar y ejecutar sus ideas. No le gusta seguir órdenes y, cuando se trata de grabar, se guía completamente por sus emociones. Esto a veces resulta caótico, con Xeni destruyendo cosas a su paso y creando un verdadero desorden. A Xeni le gusta analizar la mente humana, y su lugar favorito es una cafetería donde descansan las ideas de Riley para un futuro, esperando a madurar. Es un líder muy energético y capaz.

Xeni se siente disgustado por los intentos fallidos de Paula para crear algo que les guste a los adolescentes, pero no interviene, pues cree que a veces la gente necesita tocar fondo para abrir los ojos. En general, Xeni se identifica más con las tendencias modernas, usa redes sociales, conoce conceptos y palabras actuales como "roleplay", "golden retriever", "septum piercing", "cool", e incluso "shippear". Probablemente se niega a usar emojis en un mensaje de texto, ya que los considera anticuados.

También tiene actitudes antisociales, como cuando robó unas botas de la nueva oficina de Paula como si fuera algo normal, o cuando incendió sus cosas porque las encontraba demasiado infantiles. Cuando Paula lo despidió, Xeni se sintió inmediatamente ofendido y, sin aceptar el rechazo, decidió darle la vuelta a la situación: renunció por sí mismo, lanzando comentarios hirientes hacia Paula. Para Xeni, los mejores amigos son para niños y golden retrievers. Respecto a los sueños de Riley, Xeni es extremadamente competitivo, especialmente cuando se trata de superar a Paula. Un ejemplo claro fue cuando creó un alboroto con personajes masculinos peleando por el amor de Riley, superando uno que Paula había hecho.

La situación escaló cuando Jean despidió a Xeni por culpa de Paula y lo puso a trabajar en un restaurante junto a Jacob. Mientras tanto, Paula fue enviada a escribir un guion fabuloso o sería despedida. Resentido, Xeni decidió sabotearla por primera vez y última, creando un plan. Escribió un guion donde Riley era obligada a portar el vestido viejo de su madre, siendo juzgada y atormentada por una expectativa de su futuro. Riley adolescente la criticaba por ser infantil, mientras una ola de chicos tontos la seguía. Su juguete de niñez aparecía, atrapándola mientras los demás niños se burlaban y la grababan para sus redes sociales. Xeni, al terminar el guion, usó café para chantajear y distraer a los supervisores, logrando cambiar el guion de Paula por el suyo.

En su nuevo trabajo, Xeni se burlaba de cómo esto atormentaría a Paula, pero comenzó a reflexionar sobre las consecuencias: el sueño también afectaría a Riley. Arrepentido, corrió a contarle a Paula lo que había hecho. En esta escena se demuestra que Xeni puede ser más empático y consciente de lo que aparenta. Aunque le costaba aceptar responsabilidades, terminó confesándole a su tía sobre el guion. Sin embargo, en vez de eliminarlo, ella quedó encantada y decidió ejecutarlo. A diferencia de otras ocasiones, Xeni no pudo aceptar los halagos; en cambio, estaba asustado y gravemente preocupado.

Finalmente, Xeni trabajó junto a Paula para proteger el bienestar de Riley. Manipuló a los personajes que participarían en el sueño para que se pelearan por el amor de Riley, mientras Paula y Jeanelle intentaban evitar que ciertos eventos sucedieran. Riley logró tener un sueño lúcido y, con trabajo en equipo, terminaron haciendo lo que realmente querían, logrando un gran sueño. Al final, Xeni se convirtió en uno de los directores de sueños nocturnos, pero, por supuesto, sin usar guiones, ya que él los odia.

No le gusta: La planacion, brillantina, cosas infantiles, adultos anticuados, trabajadores de sueños nocturnos, amargura, guiones, el termino de directo de segunda unidad porque no sabe lo que es.

Le gusta: La improvisacion, Roleplay, café, inspiracion, arte, profundidad, metaforas en sueños, filosofia y cuestionar diferentes perspectivas, analizar, el drama y el caos le encantan, triangulos amorosos.

Exitos: "Does that cloud look like a hockey puck", "Everyone's a robot but me", "My secret sister lives across the street"

MBTI: INTP, Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry se caracteriza por ser INTP (introvertido, intuitivo, pensante y perceptivo). Esto sugiere que Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry es analítico, individualista, buscador de la verdad y flexible. Vea otros personajes INTP que comparten estos rasgos. Como INTP, Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry probablemente dependa de funciones cognitivas como el pensamiento introvertido (Ti) y la intuición extrovertida (Ne). Esta combinación única de funciones cognitivas influye en la forma en que Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry procesa la información, toma decisiones e interactúa con el mundo. Estos rasgos pueden manifestarse en el enfoque de Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry para la resolución de problemas, el estilo de comunicación y las relaciones personales. Obtenga más información sobre el tipo de personalidad INTP y las funciones cognitivas para ver cómo se desarrollan estas dinámicas en diferentes aspectos de la vida.

Enneagram: 4w3, En el sistema del Eneagrama, Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry suele ser clasificado como 4w3 (El individualista, El romántico). Esto sugiere que Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry es creativo, expresivo y consciente de sí mismo, y que suele ser introspectivo y buscar encontrar su identidad única. Estos rasgos dan forma a la visión del mundo y los patrones de conducta de Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry, lo que influye en la forma en que enfrenta los desafíos, se conecta con los demás y persigue sus objetivos. Comprender estos rasgos proporciona información sobre las motivaciones, las fortalezas y las áreas de crecimiento potencial de Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry.

El miedo básico de Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry es no tener una identidad o un significado único, lo que lo lleva a evitar ciertas situaciones o comportamientos que desencadenan este miedo. Por el contrario, su deseo central es encontrarse a sí mismo y ser reconocido por su singularidad, lo que guía sus aspiraciones y acciones en la búsqueda de la realización. Esta dinámica entre el miedo y el deseo a menudo da forma a las decisiones de vida y el viaje de desarrollo personal de Kenny "Xeni" Dewberry.

Relaciones:

Padre: De lo poco que se mostro parece que el y Xeni tienen una buena relacion, ya que Jeann, su Tia solo le dio trabajo por suplicas insistentes de su padre.

Jean Dewberry: Es la Tia de Xeni, y cabeza de la empresa Dreams Productions, esta no tuvo ningún problema en despedirlo por hacer "mal" su trabajo, apesar de ser su sobrino, al final termino halagando a Xine por el gran guion hecho por el, aunque no parecelo por otra razón que no sea laboral, mientras que Xine usa su decisión como sobrino de Jean para su beneficio, lo único en común que tienen es su pelo y rostro.

Paula Persimmon: Es una directora de sueños nocturnos, Xine es asistente de Paula, ambos tienen personalidades totalmente opuestas, por lo que al principio no se llevaban para nada bien, formando una especie de rivalidad por el otro, pero demostraron que pueden trabajar juntos cuando se trata de el bienestar de Riley, y poco a poco formando una amistad.

Janelle: La ex asistente de Paula, y nueva gran directora, la única vez donde interactuaron fue en el trabajo en equipo final para salvar el sueño de Riley, por lo menos no parecen llevarse mal.

Jacob: Fue el compañero de trabajo en el restaurante en el cual Xine trabajo temporalmente, Jacob era algo molesto para el, pero aun así su compañero trataba de ayudarle en su estado deprimente, no se si la razón sea porque confía en el o porque sabe que es Demasiado ingenuo para contarlo, pero Xine le cuenta sobre su plan de venganza.

[ely--coffee]

Le gusta mucho su peluche de Fofa =]

Diseño del Fofa peluche de @/ ghItlh (Twitter)

Cuando Farfa mostró el peluche de Fofa en su directo hace ya varios meses se me vino a la mente hacer un dibujo así✨

Y por alguna razón siento que Farfa estaría diciendo: ✨¡¡¡Dream mira!!!✨

Enseñándole su peluche a Dream y realmente quería poner ese texto pero sentía que ya era mucha cosa en el dibujo y no quería saturarlo con tanta cosa jakshsj-

Pd: Para los que no saben quién es Fofa, Fofa es un personaje de Farfadox, que sería la contraparte de su personaje, ya que hasta en el mismo nombre se nota, Farfadox o Farfa es el caballero de netherite, es alguien tryhard y serio (pero también tiene un gran sentido del humor) y Fofa es el caballero de cobre, es alguien un poco tonto pero a la final adorable.

En fin enserio enserio espero que les guste este dibujo y puedan apoyarlo porque les juro que si llore un poco cuando lo acabe ahhhhh :'))

✩･ﾟﾟ･☁･ﾟﾟ･✩‧₊˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ₊ ☆。* ₓ˚.○◦˚.◦,`°.✽✦✽. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡

[hyunsvngs]

hi juno! i’m priest hyunjin anon (💀) could i please be 🦦 anon if it’s not taken please? thought we could take a breather from the heavy religious stuff and indulge in some college bestie hyunjin hcs!

- you always save him a seat at the 8am lecture bc you know he’s always late. you don’t even comment on it anymore.

- sometimes still hungover from the night before, he just rests his head on your shoulder and "rests his eyes" as he says, and your heart swells.

- one day, bc you keep pestering him about being late, he arrives on time and it happens to be a day where you’re like 5 minutes late and he gets real antsy. looks around the huge room full of faces, his knee keeps jumping, taps his pen on the desk, decides to spam you with texts "where are you" "good god the ONE time i decide to get there early-" "i’m leaving" "i swear if i don’t see you in the next 30 sec- oh wait i see you"

- won’t admit it but was actually really worried that smth might’ve happened to you

- in exchange would save you a seat at the library. suuuuch a tease tho. you’d get there and whisper an apparently too enthusiastic "hello!" and he’d go like "SSSHHH" dramatically pointing at the silence sign, earning an eyeroll from you

- "omg are you serio-" "SSSHHH" "stop tha-" "SSSHHH" "you do know you’re being more noisy than me, ri-" "SSSHHH" paired with his index right on your lips

- you’d mumble behind his finger "hwang hyunjin, you’re the worst" and he’d just give you an endeared laugh, tickling you under your chin as you would do a cat

- you guys hyping each other up in the areas you’re lacking in

- on the day of a particularly nerve-wracking presentation hyunjin has to do you’d go front row and whisper to him "just like we rehearsed ok? :)" (he really is nervous, eyes unfocused, and he looks like a lost child, cute) you give him a thumbs up and mimic taking a breath in and out, which he does. he gives you a little smile and starts his presentation, adjusting his glasses. you softly shush anyone who tries talking.

- when /you/ are the one presenting, hyunjin is much less subtle but just as supportive. would literally spin around in his chair when people won’t stop talking "shut the fuck up, were you raised in the jungle"

- would actively participate in the post-presentation debate like "as __ so brilliantly pointed out-" you’d hide your face like "omg hyunjin….." but you’re actually so grateful for him

- sharing ear buds and snacks sitting next to each other on the floor of the corridor inbetween classes. once again, falling asleep on each other, at times.

- people knowing that you’re basically attached at the hip so your classmates always asks about the other when one is not there.

- people obviously being all over hyunjin, he’s quite the popular guy, but so confused about what you guys are so they ask him. you never hear the conversations but you know you’ve never seen him come home with one of them.

- him putting you in a headlock while you’re walking to your next class to mess with your hair. sometimes you wonder if he does that just so he can have an excuse to keep his arm slung over your shoulders afterwards. he really never pulls away, does he?

- late night talks about your dreams and ambitions, lying on the carpeted floor of your shitty studio apartment.

- "where do you see yourself in 10 years?" "in 5 years?"

- your faces are so close, your noses almost touching and it’s silent, you can just hear your synchronized breathing. it’s so comfortable, so cozy, so right. he’s your best friend.

- a quiet whisper: "__, where do you see yourself in 10 seconds?"

HI FRIEND THESE ANRE some yamMMMYYYYY THOJGHTJSNNSNS!!! my fave au is college au HONESTL

that being said tho 🦦 is takennnn:( i can make uuu 🦫?!?!? LMKKK

[azurem]

no sé si han preguntado ya esto pero, ¿¿cuál es tu interpretación de nightmare?? ¿¿tienes algunas ideas sólidas con su personalidad??

Eeeee eso está difícil JDKDKKDK a ver, mi interpretación después del corte...!

El punto principal que “rige” mi versión de Nightmare es la creencia que él posee de que la lógica es superior ante las emociones y que las emociones son algo que debe eliminarse (cosa que, en mi mente, heredó de Nim). Él es un creyente de que las emociones son algo propio de seres “inferiores”, puesto que las vincula con el instinto; esta es la principal razón por la cuál él no toma a nadie en serio además de a Dream y a Ink (quien es la excepción porque él sabe que sus emociones no son “naturales”), él cree que las emociones hacen que las personas sean, antes que nada, animales.

Nightmare está muy decidido en esa idea, así que usualmente trata de “sobre-humanizarse”, en el sentido en el que ve mal todo lo que sea más orgánico. Como no tiene porqué comer (ya que se alimenta de sentimientos negativos), no come porque lo considera “abajo de sí”. Se apega mucho a tradiciones y modales porque considera a las costumbres como cosas que diferencian a los seres lógicos de los no lógicos??? Dice por favor y gracias siempre y cuando considere que hacerlo no lo rebaje. Él no es de rogar en ese sentidoJDJJDJD

Sin embargo, él es medio hipócrita en este sentido porque él es bastante emocional en su accionar??? Trata de hacerle lógica a sus acciones, y si no puede encontrarla, se rinde y se dice “bueno, soy emocional porque estoy hecho de emociones. No es culpa mía, es el instinto y es natural querer seguirlo” (que es lo que hizo una vez se dió cuenta de que se enamoró de Ink JDJDKKDJD “ni modo, ya q estoy……”)

Mi idea de él también es que es bastante perezoso. Él podría acelerar mucho más el proceso de “conquistar” el multiverso si es que realmente pusiese su mente en ello, pero realmente no quiere molestarse (versus mi Dream, que trabaja más de la cuenta; esto refleja su infancia donde Dream trabajaba mientras Nightmare se quedaba más en el “hogar”— con Nim). Si él hace algo, lo hace del modo más eficiente que le dé el menor esfuerzo (esta es la razón por la cual reclutó a los Bad Sanses. Podría hacerlo todo solo pero le da flojera, así que reclutó a Sanses con complejo de homicidas —no humanos porque ellos son orgánicos/más difíciles de cuidar over all— para que asesinen reyes y liberen almas humanas, que es la forma más rápida de hacer que el subsuelo caiga en la desesperanza)

***Esto está relacionado con el por qué Ink es medio enabler con él— Ink encuentra aburrido que el antagonista de su multiverso™ no le dé DRAMA así que le echa fuego a todas las ideas que Nightmare tiene. (Yea you totally should attack that, night, itd be cool and hot haha)

Con el Inkmare, Nightmare es. Simp. Realmente no tengo otra forma de describirlo JDJDJDKKD él es un SIMP. (Principalmente porque la relación sí o sí se tornaría medio abusiva si Nightmare no estuviese tan enamorado de Ink. Él olería su miedo a ser abandonado y la sobreexplotaría casi inmediatamente)

La principal razón por la que está enamorado de Ink es por la idea que tiene sobre él/la impresión que le dejó. Él usualmente es la persona más inteligente/con más autoridad en la habitación, así que fue con Ink con la confianza de que él sería una presa rápida/extremadamente manipulable. Así que cuando Ink decidió agarrarle del brazo él inmediatamente no supo cómo reaccionar. La idea de que él tiene un “igual” en Ink (cosa que no puede tener con su team, porque él medio piensa en ellos como mascotas) lo atrapó muy fuerte. La noción de alguien manipulándolo es atractiva para él porque conlleva la implicación de alguien que es capaz de seguirlo lado a lado, un ser tan “humano” como él, alguien finalmente capaz de entenderle (se siente re solo ayuda)

Bno en resumen mi Nightmare es alguien de mínimo esfuerzo, antropocentrista, educado y simp. Re simp