#buenos días mi amor

[wararamos]

Hoy no es nuestro aniversario, ni una fecha “especial”, especial entre comillas porque la realidad es que cada día que paso a tu lado es maravillosamente especial y extraordinario. Siento esta necesidad de expresar una vez más lo mucho que te amo y lo feliz que me haces. Jamás había conocido a una persona tan brutalmente hermosa como lo eres tú, tan jodidamente hermoso que siento que eres como un sueño de esos que crees que es imposible que sean reales. Hay tantas cosas que quiero decirte y sin embargo no sé cómo, porque no hay palabras lo suficientemente preciosas como para describir tu belleza o describir lo grande y fuerte que es mi amor por ti. Y es que no sé cómo agradecerte por estar siempre aquí, por amarme, por hacerme sentir tan afortunada, por hacerme sentir que no existe alguna persona en este planeta más bendecida que yo por el hecho de ser amada por ti. Pienso en tus preciosos ojos, en tu hermosa sonrisa, en tus suaves manos, en tu dulce y encantadora personalidad y no puedo evitar derretirme completamente, es que tú simplemente haces que cada canción de amor tome un sentido diferente, uno más puro y honesto, uno más completo y asombroso. Cuando tomas mi mano y me sonríes no puedo evitar ser la chica más feliz, ¿qué es esto que me haces? Me envuelves, me sonrojas, me alimentas, alimentas a mi corazón. Un corazón que creía apagado y sin vida, tú le has hecho sentir que la alegría es algo real y que somos merecedores de ella. Solía creer que vine a este mundo sin propósito, sin un motivo más que sufrir y sentir dolor, que no podría avanzar o seguir sin una carga enorme sobre mis hombros… y tú cambiaste todo eso. Tomaste mi carga y mi corazón magullado y lo llenaste de tu calidez y tu amabilidad. Me gustaría ser capaz de decir que si algún día te vas podré seguir porque soy fuerte y puedo con todo, pero la verdad es que no puedo, porque tú me haces fuerte, tú me haces poder con todo, tú me haces levantarme, tú me haces seguir. Pienso en la persona que solía ser y en como tú amor me ha ayudado a crecer y es algo tan maravilloso de ver. Verte a ti crecer y convertirte en el hombre tan maravilloso que eres es algo tan impresionante. Muy a menudo me pregunto qué fue lo que viste en mí y porqué a pesar de todo continúas a mi lado, y sigo sin conseguir una respuesta coherente, pero sé que no quiero que te vayas, no quiero que todas las cosas por las que me amas sean las mismas cosas por las que algún día te irás, no quiero pensar en un mundo en el que no existamos, en el que no seamos tú y yo contra todo. Quiero seguir creciendo contigo, quiero seguir caminando tomada de tu mano, quiero seguir viendo tu cara al despertar, quiero seguir riendo mientras cocinamos o nos bañamos, quiero seguir sintiendo tus manos buscarme mientras duermes, quiero seguir viendo tu sonrisa, quiero seguir escuchando tu voz, quiero seguir eligiéndote cada día de mi vida. Puedes contar con que no voy a dejarte nunca, con que jamás te soltaré, con que mi amor por ti jamás podrá debilitarse o romperse, puedes contar con que sería capaz de cruzar un completo océano sólo por ti. Realmente no sé qué nos tiene deparado el futuro, pero sé que quiero pasarlo todo a tu lado, hasta tener arrugas y dientes faltantes, en las buenas y en las malas, en la salud y en la enfermedad, en las sonrisas y en las lágrimas, en el sol y en la lluvia, en los días de locura y en las noches de soledad. Lo quiero todo, cielo, te quiero a ti.

[fucking-disaster09]

[future-105]

9/24 Mi cumpleaños , el día que mi madre me a dado a luz el día que sus dolores an sido más fuertes para traer a una persona a este mundo , un mundo cruel con cualquiera , el mundo más bonito que también puedes conocer . Como eh logrado mantenerme en vida todos estos años , como me eh mantenido en lucha , cuando pensé que era hora de rendirme , cuando me eh mirado sola , cuando eh estado mas rota y aún así estoy aquí en un año más cuidado esta vida que tanto le dolió a mi Bella Madre . Pensar que aveces no merezco todo lo bueno que me pasa y todo lo malo que paso , parece que solo ha sido parte de mantenerme fuerte y no permitir romperle el corazón a la persona que me dio a luz . Doy gracias al mundo por todo lo bueno y maravilloso que me a dado hasta el día de ahora 🤍No se como será el futuro tampoco olvidare el pasado ya que a sido lo más cruel pero también la experiencia más maravillosa que eh tenido en la vida . Las cosas hasta ahora an cambiado al tanto que la depresión ya no me a visitado , los días grises ahora solo pasan por horas , las noches de llanto solo an desaparecido ( asido algo inexplicable ) pero me siento plena , me siento libre , sonrío y deseo lo mejor para mi para todos los que están y estuvieron en mi vida en su momento . Gracias para lo que se quedaron y bendiciones para lo que ya se van . Feliz cumpleaños para KT .

[juantinarchive]

❤️‍🩹

[mis5citasfavoritas]

Mis #5 de "Boquitas pintadas"

[no-me-correspondes]

¡Buenos días princesa!

¡He soñado contigo toda la noche!

NO íbamos al cine y NO llevababas aquel vestido rosa que me gusta tanto.

¡Solo pienso en ti princesa!

¡Pienso siempre en ti!

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

😇

[goldsainz]

# CS55 — MORNING CHAOS !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ mornings are never calm with a toddler in the house.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ pure fluff.

003. NOTE !

✯ i am heavily pushing my boy dad carlos agenda. requests are open so if you’d like to read more things like this with carlos or other drivers, now’s the time to request!

word count : 515

The early sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom. Carlos stirred first, instinctively reaching out for you. His arm found your waist, pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck, his morning stubble brushing your skin.

“Buenos días, mi amor,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Before you could respond, a high-pitched giggle echoed from the baby monitor on the nightstand.

“¡Papá! ¡Mamá!” Your son whined, “Wake up!”

Carlos groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Tomás is up,” he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his feigned annoyance.

“Your son,” you teased, rolling out of bed.

Carlos smirked, throwing the covers off. “He only becomes my son when he’s waking us up at seven on a Sunday?”

The two of you made your way to Tomás’ room, the sight inside melting both of your hearts. Your two-year-old was standing in his crib, his brown curls tousled and his cheeks rosy. He grinned at the sight of you and Carlos, bouncing on his tiny feet.

“Mamá, Papá, look!” he exclaimed, holding up a stuffed lion. “Leo woke up, too!”

Carlos chuckled, scooping Tomás into his arms. “Leo woke up, huh? Did he have sweet dreams?”

Tomás nodded enthusiastically, wrapping his small arms around Carlos’ neck. “¡Sí! He dreamed about racing cars like Papá!”

You laughed as Carlos’ chest puffed up in pride. “Ah, a future champion, just like me.”

“Let’s see if this future champion wants breakfast,” you said, ruffling Tomás’ curls.

In the kitchen, the usual morning chaos began. Carlos balanced Tomás on his hip while trying to pour coffee, resulting in a near spill. “Careful, Carlos!" you called, setting out Tomás a plate of scrambled eggs and fruit.

“Daddy’s silly,” Tomás giggled, pointing at the coffee dripping down the counter.

Carlos grinned, wiping the mess with a towel. “Silly, huh? Says the boy who tried to feed Leo cereal yesterday.”

Tomás pouted. “Leo was hungry!”

You stifled a laugh, exchanging a look with Carlos. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners crinkling as he smiled at you.

After breakfast, Carlos helped Tomás with his shoes while you cleaned up. The sight of them together—Carlos kneeling on the floor, patiently tying Tomás’s tiny sneakers while the toddler chattered away—filled your heart with warmth.

“Papá, can we go vroom-vroom outside?” Tomás asked, mimicking the sound of a race car.

Carlos grinned, lifting Tomás into the air. “Of course, campeón. Let’s race in the garden.”

As they headed to the backyard, you grabbed your coffee and leaned against the doorframe, watching them play. Carlos chased Tomás around the garden, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

In moments like these, life felt perfect. Your little family, full of love and joy, was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

“Te amo,” Carlos called out, catching your eye as he swung Tomás into his arms.

“I love you too,” you replied softly, your heart full.

And as Tomás’ laughter rang out, you couldn’t help but think that mornings like these were the best kind of chaos.

[mapis-putellas]

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

You were nestled deep into the covers, your face half-buried in the pillow, still very much lost in sleep. The soft shuffle of feet approached, and Alexia’s weight dipped the edge of the bed. She leaned over, her blonde hair brushing your cheek as she gently kissed your temple.

“Buenos días, mi amor,” she murmured, her voice still husky from sleep.

You groaned, burrowing further into the cocoon of blankets. “No morning,” you mumbled, barely coherent.

Alexia chuckled quietly, amused by your usual reluctance to wake up. “Come on, cariño. It’s already late. I let you sleep extra today.”

You hummed noncommittally, tugging the blanket higher over your head. “Five more minutes.”

She smirked, knowing this routine all too well. “Five minutes turns into ten, then twenty. No, no. Up. Now.”

Her hands slipped beneath the blanket, warm against your back as she started tracing gentle patterns there. It wasn’t forceful, but it was firm enough to pull you out of your half-conscious state. She knew this was one of the few ways to coax you into waking without a fuss.

“Okay, okay,” you grumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow. Slowly, you cracked an eye open, greeted by Alexia’s soft smile.

“Hola,” she said, her accent making the word sound so endearing it was almost unfair.

“Hola,” you echoed groggily, your lips twitching into a small smile.

She leaned in, kissing the tip of your nose. “Time to shower, sí?”

You groaned again but allowed her to help you sit up.

The bathroom was already warm with the rising steam from the shower, condensation beginning to collect on the mirror. You stood in the middle of the tiled floor, your posture slouched and your eyelids still heavy with sleep. Alexia moved with practiced ease, adjusting the temperature of the water to just the right level of warmth before turning back to you.

“Come here, cariño,” she said softly, beckoning you forward.

You shuffled toward her, rubbing at your eyes. “Still tired,” you muttered.

“I know,” she murmured, her voice gentle as she helped you undress. “But you will feel better after.” She assured, ridding herself of her own clothes too.

She guided you under the stream of water, her hands on your shoulders to keep you steady as she followed. The warmth hit your skin, and you let out a contented hum, standing still as the water cascaded down your back and head. Alexia grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf and squeezed some into her hand, working it into a lather between her palms.

“Head up,” she instructed, her tone patient.

You tilted your head back, and she began working her fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp with a practiced rhythm that sent shivers down your spine. Her touch was firm but gentle, and you leaned into it instinctively.

As the suds built up, you blinked a few times, the warmth of the water slowly waking you. That’s when the first thought hit you.

“Did you know,” you began, your voice groggy but gaining enthusiasm, “that dragonflies can see nearly all the way around them because of their compound eyes?”

Alexia hummed in response, her fingers not pausing in their movements. “Is it true?”

“Yeah,” you continued, starting to perk up as you found your groove. “They have something like thirty thousand lenses in each eye. It’s wild.”

Her lips quirked upward, though she didn’t look at you directly. “Fascinating,” she said, her accent wrapping around the word. “But stand still, cariño.”

You nodded absently, your focus already drifting to your next thought. “Oh! And ants. Did you know they can carry up to fifty times their body weight? It’s like if I carried you and all your training gear, and probably your car, all at once.”

Alexia chuckled softly at the thought, her thumbs gently rubbing behind your ears as she worked the shampoo into every strand. “I think you would break.”

“I’d try for you,” you replied earnestly, making her pause for a moment before shaking her head fondly.

“Always so dramatic,” she teased, though her voice was laced with affection.

As the shampoo foamed up even more, she guided you slightly backward, positioning you directly under the stream of water.

“Close your eyes,” she said.

You obeyed, and she tipped your head back gently with one hand, using the other to rinse the soap from your hair. The water flowed down your face, and you spluttered slightly.

“Hold still,” Alexia said with a laugh, using her free hand to shield your eyes.

“Okay, but hear me out,” you said suddenly, your voice picking up with excitement, “what if humans could see like dragonflies? We could—”

“Cariño,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. “Finish shower first. Then you tell me about the dragonflies.”

You pouted slightly but nodded, biting your lip to hold back the ramble threatening to spill out.

Once she was satisfied that your hair was thoroughly rinsed, Alexia reached for the conditioner. As she worked it into your hair, her fingers moved slower this time, her touch more soothing. “Better?” she asked softly.

You nodded, your eyes fluttering closed again. “You’re the best.”

She smiled to herself, leaning down to kiss your damp shoulder briefly. “I know.”

By the time the conditioner was rinsed out and the shower was finished, you felt much more awake, though you couldn’t resist slipping in one last insect fact as Alexia wrapped you in a towel.

“Okay, but wait—mosquitoes have 47 teeth!”

She laughed, shaking her head as she dried your hair with a smaller towel. “You’re impossible,” she said fondly, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her tone.

Once you were both dried off and dressed, the two of you moved to the kitchen. You started pulling out ingredients for breakfast while Alexia hopped up onto the counter, swinging her legs as she watched you.

“Do you want eggs or toast?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at her.

“Both,” she said, grinning cheekily.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. As you cracked the eggs into a pan, you started talking again, this time about a book you’d been reading. Alexia listened, nodding occasionally, though her focus was more on you than the words you were saying.

When she couldn’t resist anymore, she reached out and gently tugged you toward her. You stumbled slightly, only to find yourself standing between her legs as she looped her arms around your waist. “Keep talking,” she murmured, leaning in to pepper soft kisses across your face.

“Alexia,” you complained lightly, though the way your voice softened betrayed how much you enjoyed the attention.

“Shh, keep going,” she said, her lips brushing your cheek before finding their way to the corner of your mouth.

You faltered, your train of thought completely derailed. “Um… what was I saying?”

“Something about a book,” she teased, her eyes warm and teasing as she leaned back slightly to look at you.

You huffed but didn’t pull away, allowing her to continue kissing you as you tried to remember. It wasn’t long before her lips finally met yours, the kiss lingering and slow. By the time she pulled back, your cheeks were flushed, and you had completely forgotten what you’d been talking about.

“See?” she said smugly. “Now you are quiet.”

“Cheeky,” you muttered, but there was no hiding the fond smile on your face.

Breakfast was eventually finished and eaten, and you both lingered in the kitchen until it was time for her to leave for training. You leaned against the doorway, watching as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“Do you have to go?” you asked, your voice edging on a playful pout.

Alexia turned to you, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Sí, mi amor. I have to.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be upset. “But what if I miss you too much?”

She tilted her head, pretending to consider it. “Hmm. That would be a problem.”

“Exactly,” you said, stepping closer to her. “So maybe you should just stay here.”

She laughed softly, her hands coming up to rest on your hips. “And what would my coach say?”

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You could tell them you had a very good reason.”

She leaned in, her forehead resting against yours. “You are impossible, you know that?”

“I try,” you said, grinning.

Alexia sighed dramatically, then kissed you again, her lips lingering on yours. “I will be back before you know it,” she promised.

“You better be,” you mumbled against her lips.

She kissed you once more, slow and sweet, before finally pulling away. “Te amo,” she said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied, your hands dropping reluctantly from her shoulders as she stepped back.

As the door closed behind her, the apartment felt quieter, but the warmth she left behind lingered, a reminder of the love that made every moment with her feel like home.

**

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@ceesimz @marysfics @girlgenius1111 @codiemarin @simp4panos @silentwolfsstuff @goldenempyrean @xxnaiaxx @liloandstitchstan

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1 año de este Jungkook Weverse Live

1 año de jk hablando de la pelea con jimin del día lluvioso

JK

BTS

06.05 01:03

ㅎ...

heh...

(https://weverse.io/bts/live/0-120039348?hl=ko)

jk-¡Hola! Si quiero ver los comentarios, tengo que verlo así. Es porque está encima de las bolsas de suplementos herbales que compré para mis padres.

jk-Aún no he dormido. ¡Buenos días! ¿Dormiste bien? Tengo que irme a dormir. Honestamente, estaba en pijama preparándome para dormir, pero esto es lo que usé ayer. No podía dormir y pensé en hacer un concierto, así que me puse la ropa de ayer y vine aquí.

jk-¿La guitarra aquí atrás? ¿Por qué? Tengo que recibir lecciones de guitarra, pero me he estado sintiendo perezoso, así que no he podido hacerlo bien. Pero tengo que hacerlo para poder tocar la guitarra en el escenario en el futuro.

jk-Te extrañé así que vine.

jk-  "¿Comiste?" Desayuné. Creo que tengo un apetito fuerte.

jk- Está describiendo su receta especial de fideos en taza que implica una técnica muy complicada con huevos, arroz y esas cosas.

jk- tengo que irme en 4 hrs. Tengo que ir al dermatólogo.

jk- Soy bastante bueno instalando cosas. Soy bueno juntando cosas. Incluso cuando era niño, era bueno jugando con Legos.

jk- Justo cuando estoy pensando en todos ustedes, pensé que tal vez ustedes también podrían estar pensando en mí, así que pensé en ir a verlos y ver qué tipo de pensamientos están teniendo.

jk- Está explicando que le duele el hombro derecho cuando se mueve de cierta manera, por lo que ha estado trabajando en su postura, estirando y fortaleciendo los músculos de la espalda y los hombros.

jk- "Tengo sueño". Vete a dormir. Dormir bien. No tengas pesadillas. No tengas sueños en absoluto. Dicen que tienes el sueño más profundo cuando no tienes ningún sueño.

jk- Lindo. Lindo. Eres tan... Eres el mismo de siempre.

jk- No tengo una receta nueva. Si se me ocurre alguno, te lo haré saber.

jk-los comentarios desaparecen para él - van y vienen 

jk- lee comentarios

jk- ¡Gracias por gustarte mi estilo!

jk- No es que haya trabajado hasta tarde hoy. No trabajé hoy. Dormí hasta tarde y luego no pude irme a dormir, así que encendí el en vivo.

jk- Alguien dijo que tenía miedo. ¿De qué tenías miedo?

jk- Si tienes miedo, tienes que pedir ayuda. Porque tener miedo no es bueno.

jk-JK está revisando su horario de hoy para ver cuándo irá a almorzar.

jk- "Traté de traducir y solo quería dormir, pero ahora solo te amo". 

jk-Gracias por traducir.

jk- No uso shampoo con esencias. Solo los que son buenos para tu cuero cabelludo.

jk- No he estado tocando mucho la guitarra. Me disculpo con mi anterior profesor de guitarra. Probablemente se estén preguntando qué me pasó cuando lo había disfrutado tanto antes. ¡Lo lamento!

jk- Tenía muchas ganas de conocer a un fantasma. Entonces, ¿alrededor de las 2 a.m.? Apagué todas las luces y, ¿conoces ese equipo que usan los cazadores de fantasmas para detectar fantasmas? ¿Hacen ruido? Los instalé y a las 2 am apagué las luces y esperé. Y... No salió ningún sonido.

jk- No dejo de creer en los fantasmas. Yo creo en ellos. Me pregunto cuánta tristeza deben tener para quedarse en este mundo. Quería hablar con ellos. Pregúnteles qué edad tienen y cuándo pasó, qué pasó. Podríamos hablar y tal vez podríamos haber sido amigos.

jk- ¿Quién quiere ir a ver una película conmigo?

jk- ¿Alguien? ¡Vamos a ver una película! Alquilaré un teatro.

jk- No será un horario oficial. Sin que la empresa lo sepa. ¿Es eso posible? Necesito un espía. Entonces encontraré un tiempo con ARMYs. Será divertido.

jk-🐰 ¿Estás tratando de entender lo que estoy diciendo? jk-¡Lo siento! jk- Soy coreano y el coreano es el idioma que mejor hablo. jk- Pero hay una traducción, así que más adelante podrán ver lo que dije. jk- Si trato de hablar en otro idioma, no podré decir lo que quiero.

jk- Puede que haya empezado demasiado tarde, pero estoy trabajando duro para aprender. Espere por favor.

jk- Creo que entiendo. Si alguien que me gusta hablara un idioma diferente, sería frustrante. Pero como esa persona está trabajando duro, espera. Ya me conoces, me cuesta mantener algo funcionando por mucho tiempo, así que vamos despacio, despacio.

jk- A veces, los ARMY internacionales usan traducciones y sus mensajes pueden sonar duros. Pero puedo decir que es porque fue traducido. 

jk-Justo ahora, alguien escribió: "No me ignores*" o "¿Puedes hablar buenos días?". 

jk-Entiendo lo que está pasando.

jk-en estos días, probablemente todos ustedes lo conocen, pero conocen a jji-dragon-ssi, ¿verdad? el es tan divertido (TN: creo que es un comediante que imita/parodia a gdragon) ¿Conocen a jji-dragon, todos? ¿Lo sabes? *imita al comediante*

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jk- está viendo esto actualmente y dice que aún no lo ha visto.

jk mwoyaaa~ (aegyo) su carita feliz (cuando presentan y sale jimin)

jk-oh porque es un especial del día de los inocentes, [está cantando canciones] con 'mentira'

jk- ¡por favor enséñame guitarra! (a lee mujin) [reaccionando a lee mujin diciendo que no estoy seguro si te gustó la apertura] ¡me gustó! [reaccionando a lee mujin presentando a un invitado diferente] ¡¿oh?! ¡Oh, mentiste porque es el día de los inocentes!

jk- is tocando/cantando Lee Mujin's canción Traffic Light

jk-[cambiando la letra en sintonía con el semáforo de lee mujin]

jk viendo a jimin cantando like crazy versión ingles en el programa de LEEMUJINSERVICE

[리무진서비스] EP.56 만우절 특집 con 방탄소년단 지민 | Especial del Día de los Inocentes con BTS Jimin

(https://youtu.be/1wvz8Rs7dgc?t=654)

jk imitando a jimin hablar XD

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jk hablando de la pelea del día lluvioso T T 

más joven. Y ni siquiera recuerdo cuál era mi estilo de hablar en ese entonces, pero era en la medida en que incluso el angelical Hobi-hyung se molestaba. No es que mi forma de hablar fuera mala, sino que tenía mal genio, así que por eso, mis hyungs me dijeron que me detuviera. Por eso Jimin-hyung me llamó a un lado para hablar conmigo. Pero la forma en que me sentía... Sabía que había cometido un error, lo sabía yo mismo porque eran mis acciones, pero tenía mi orgullo y pensé que había partes en las que también tenía razón. Así que mientras hablábamos, también me enojé. Eso es cómo sucedió. Así que Jimin-hyung dijo, entonces de ahora en adelante no cuidaré de ti, haz lo que creas que debes hacer. Y se fue. Así que estuve en la sala de práctica por un tiempo, después de que él se fue, y luego me fui también. Iba a ir directamente al dormitorio pero me desvié vueltas y vueltas sin pensar. Y soy malo con la navegación, así que no sabía dónde había terminado. Pero esta situación me hizo sentir tan agraviada y triste. Así que lloré y lloré solo y llamé a Jimin-hyung. Y mientras lo llamaba, pensé que tal vez no debería porque debería hacerlo

jk-yo llame? Y colgué. Pero luego volví a llamar. ¡Y volví a colgar! Y luego volví a llamar y Jimin-hyung atendió de inmediato y me preguntó: ¿Qué estás haciendo? No dije nada. Me preguntó, ¿Dónde estás? Le dije que no sabía. Dijo, ¿Qué estás hablando? Dije que no sabía dónde estaba. Y cuando hablo, a veces las lágrimas salen de repente. Y yo dije, no sé dónde estoy *mientras lloraba *. Él dijo, ¿dónde estás, mocoso? ¡No lo sé! Jimini-hyung dijo: ¿Qué ves a tu alrededor? jk-A mi alrededor, no sé. Hay una tienda de conveniencia. jm- Dijo, iré a buscarte. jk Dije, No, puedo tomar un taxi. Lloré. Y la lluvia estaba realmente torrencial. Así que tomé un taxi y me fui a casa y Jimin-hyung estaba al frente de la casa. Jimin hyung preguntó, ¿Dónde estabas? Y lo vi y las lágrimas volvieron a brotar. Y me llevó a la azotea y hablamos los dos. Y él dijo: Mocoso. En este punto, ambos ya no estábamos enojados. Y dije, lo siento y que lo haré mejor de aquí en adelante. Y Jimin-hyung estaba todo "eong" [*tal vez llorando? tal vez de acuerdo?*] y nos dimos un abrazo de felicidad y bajamos a nuestra habitación en casa. Al día siguiente, cuando me desperté, ¡mis ojos estaban así! ¡Totalmente hinchado e hinchado! Fue así(hace la forma en su cara). Por qué Jimin-hyung no te lo dijo?

cr. @ryuminating twt

(https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1665494541128835079.html)

jk- cantando cambiando la letra

jk-Tengo que ir a ver el concierto de hyung. Y también veré ARMY, así que me gustaría eso. ¿Debería simplemente subir al escenario? ¿Debería saludarlos desde el escenario? Si Yoongi-hyung dice que está bien, realmente lo haré. Si Yoongi-hyung ve esto y lo menciona primero, lo haré. Subiré y saludaré.

jk-En 3hrs tengo que ir al dermatólogo. Pero hacer el concierto es demasiado divertido. No sé qué haré, así que voy a hacer Weverse Live así, así que déjame ser.

jk-Parece que me quedaré despierto toda la noche y saldré. ¡Es un fracaso!  ¡Es un fracaso!

jk-Me voy a dormir ahora. Son las 8:46 casi las 9:00. Se podría decir que apenas dormí. Sí, ha llegado el sueño.

jk-voy a descansar ahora ~ Creo que tendré que irme después de acostarme [un rato] después de cepillarme los dientes. Yo también te amo. Realmente te amo. Te amo / Te digo que te amo, ¿hmm? Ya que te amo/nosotros nos amamos, no nos enfermemos..y tengamos salud. No sé cuándo nos volveremos a ver, pero cuídense. *  * démonos la mano y choquemos los cinco. Descansa bien. Comamos juntos pronto. Ve/adiós~ ve/adiós~ 

jk- se despidió - apobangpo~

Jungkook Weverse Live

JK

BTS

06.05 01:03

ㅎ…

heh…

https://weverse.io/bts/live/0-120039348?hl=ko

jk-¡Hola! Si quiero ver los comentarios, tengo que verlo así. Es porque está encima de las bolsas de suplementos herbales que compré para mis padres.

jk-Aún no he dormido. ¡Buenos días! ¿Dormiste bien? Tengo que irme a dormir. Honestamente, estaba en pijama preparándome para dormir, pero esto es lo que usé ayer. No podía dormir y pensé en hacer un concierto, así que me puse la ropa de ayer y vine aquí.

jk-¿La guitarra aquí atrás? ¿Por qué? Tengo que recibir lecciones de guitarra, pero me he estado sintiendo perezoso, así que no he podido hacerlo bien. Pero tengo que hacerlo para poder tocar la guitarra en el escenario en el futuro.

jk-Te extrañé así que vine.

jk-  “¿Comiste?” Desayuné. Creo que tengo un apetito fuerte.

jk- Está describiendo su receta especial de fideos en taza que implica una técnica muy complicada con huevos, arroz y esas cosas.

jk- tengo que irme en 4 hrs. Tengo que ir al dermatólogo.

jk- Soy bastante bueno instalando cosas. Soy bueno juntando cosas. Incluso cuando era niño, era bueno jugando con Legos.

jk- Justo cuando estoy pensando en todos ustedes, pensé que tal vez ustedes también podrían estar pensando en mí, así que pensé en ir a verlos y ver qué tipo de pensamientos están teniendo.

jk- Está explicando que le duele el hombro derecho cuando se mueve de cierta manera, por lo que ha estado trabajando en su postura, estirando y fortaleciendo los músculos de la espalda y los hombros.

jk- “Tengo sueño”. Vete a dormir. Dormir bien. No tengas pesadillas. No tengas sueños en absoluto. Dicen que tienes el sueño más profundo cuando no tienes ningún sueño.

jk- Lindo. Lindo. Eres tan… Eres el mismo de siempre.

jk- No tengo una receta nueva. Si se me ocurre alguno, te lo haré saber.

jk-los comentarios desaparecen para él - van y vienen 

jk- lee comentarios

jk- ¡Gracias por gustarte mi estilo!

jk- No es que haya trabajado hasta tarde hoy. No trabajé hoy. Dormí hasta tarde y luego no pude irme a dormir, así que encendí el en vivo.

jk- Alguien dijo que tenía miedo. ¿De qué tenías miedo?

jk- Si tienes miedo, tienes que pedir ayuda. Porque tener miedo no es bueno.

jk-JK está revisando su horario de hoy para ver cuándo irá a almorzar.

jk- “Traté de traducir y solo quería dormir, pero ahora solo te amo”. 

jk-Gracias por traducir.

jk- No uso shampoo con esencias. Solo los que son buenos para tu cuero cabelludo.

jk- No he estado tocando mucho la guitarra. Me disculpo con mi anterior profesor de guitarra. Probablemente se estén preguntando qué me pasó cuando lo había disfrutado tanto antes. ¡Lo lamento!

jk- Tenía muchas ganas de conocer a un fantasma. Entonces, ¿alrededor de las 2 a.m.? Apagué todas las luces y, ¿conoces ese equipo que usan los cazadores de fantasmas para detectar fantasmas? ¿Hacen ruido? Los instalé y a las 2 am apagué las luces y esperé. Y… No salió ningún sonido.

jk- No dejo de creer en los fantasmas. Yo creo en ellos. Me pregunto cuánta tristeza deben tener para quedarse en este mundo. Quería hablar con ellos. Pregúnteles qué edad tienen y cuándo pasó, qué pasó. Podríamos hablar y tal vez podríamos haber sido amigos.

jk- ¿Quién quiere ir a ver una película conmigo?

jk- ¿Alguien? ¡Vamos a ver una película! Alquilaré un teatro.

jk- No será un horario oficial. Sin que la empresa lo sepa. ¿Es eso posible? Necesito un espía. Entonces encontraré un tiempo con ARMYs. Será divertido.

jk-🐰 ¿Estás tratando de entender lo que estoy diciendo? jk-¡Lo siento! jk- Soy coreano y el coreano es el idioma que mejor hablo. jk- Pero hay una traducción, así que más adelante podrán ver lo que dije. jk- Si trato de hablar en otro idioma, no podré decir lo que quiero.

jk- Puede que haya empezado demasiado tarde, pero estoy trabajando duro para aprender. Espere por favor.

jk- Creo que entiendo. Si alguien que me gusta hablara un idioma diferente, sería frustrante. Pero como esa persona está trabajando duro, espera. Ya me conoces, me cuesta mantener algo funcionando por mucho tiempo, así que vamos despacio, despacio.

jk- A veces, los ARMY internacionales usan traducciones y sus mensajes pueden sonar duros. Pero puedo decir que es porque fue traducido. 

jk-Justo ahora, alguien escribió: “No me ignores*” o “¿Puedes hablar buenos días?”. 

jk-Entiendo lo que está pasando.

jk-en estos días, probablemente todos ustedes lo conocen, pero conocen a jji-dragon-ssi, ¿verdad? el es tan divertido (TN: creo que es un comediante que imita/parodia a gdragon) ¿Conocen a jji-dragon, todos? ¿Lo sabes? *imita al comediante*

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jk- está viendo esto actualmente y dice que aún no lo ha visto.

jk mwoyaaa~ (aegyo) su carita feliz (cuando presentan y sale jimin)

jk-oh porque es un especial del día de los inocentes, [está cantando canciones] con ‘mentira’

jk- ¡por favor enséñame guitarra! (a lee mujin) [reaccionando a lee mujin diciendo que no estoy seguro si te gustó la apertura] ¡me gustó! [reaccionando a lee mujin presentando a un invitado diferente] ¡¿oh?! ¡Oh, mentiste porque es el día de los inocentes!

jk- is tocando/cantando Lee Mujin’s canción Traffic Light

jk-[cambiando la letra en sintonía con el semáforo de lee mujin]

jk viendo a jimin cantando like crazy versión ingles en el programa de LEEMUJINSERVICE

[리무진서비스] EP.56 만우절 특집 con 방탄소년단 지민 | Especial del Día de los Inocentes con BTS Jimin

https://youtu.be/1wvz8Rs7dgc?t=654

jk imitando a jimin hablar XD

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jk hablando de la pelea del día lluvioso T T 

más joven. Y ni siquiera recuerdo cuál era mi estilo de hablar en ese entonces, pero era en la medida en que incluso el angelical Hobi-hyung se molestaba. No es que mi forma de hablar fuera mala, sino que tenía mal genio, así que por eso, mis hyungs me dijeron que me detuviera. Por eso Jimin-hyung me llamó a un lado para hablar conmigo. Pero la forma en que me sentía… Sabía que había cometido un error, lo sabía yo mismo porque eran mis acciones, pero tenía mi orgullo y pensé que había partes en las que también tenía razón. Así que mientras hablábamos, también me enojé. Eso es cómo sucedió. Así que Jimin-hyung dijo, entonces de ahora en adelante no cuidaré de ti, haz lo que creas que debes hacer. Y se fue. Así que estuve en la sala de práctica por un tiempo, después de que él se fue, y luego me fui también. Iba a ir directamente al dormitorio pero me desvié vueltas y vueltas sin pensar. Y soy malo con la navegación, así que no sabía dónde había terminado. Pero esta situación me hizo sentir tan agraviada y triste. Así que lloré y lloré solo y llamé a Jimin-hyung. Y mientras lo llamaba, pensé que tal vez no debería porque debería hacerlo

jk-yo llame? Y colgué. Pero luego volví a llamar. ¡Y volví a colgar! Y luego volví a llamar y Jimin-hyung atendió de inmediato y me preguntó: ¿Qué estás haciendo? No dije nada. Me preguntó, ¿Dónde estás? Le dije que no sabía. Dijo, ¿Qué estás hablando? Dije que no sabía dónde estaba. Y cuando hablo, a veces las lágrimas salen de repente. Y yo dije, no sé dónde estoy *mientras lloraba *. Él dijo, ¿dónde estás, mocoso? ¡No lo sé! Jimini-hyung dijo: ¿Qué ves a tu alrededor? jk-A mi alrededor, no sé. Hay una tienda de conveniencia. jm- Dijo, iré a buscarte. jk Dije, No, puedo tomar un taxi. Lloré. Y la lluvia estaba realmente torrencial. Así que tomé un taxi y me fui a casa y Jimin-hyung estaba al frente de la casa. Jimin hyung preguntó, ¿Dónde estabas? Y lo vi y las lágrimas volvieron a brotar. Y me llevó a la azotea y hablamos los dos. Y él dijo: Mocoso. En este punto, ambos ya no estábamos enojados. Y dije, lo siento y que lo haré mejor de aquí en adelante. Y Jimin-hyung estaba todo “eong” [*tal vez llorando? tal vez de acuerdo?*] y nos dimos un abrazo de felicidad y bajamos a nuestra habitación en casa. Al día siguiente, cuando me desperté, ¡mis ojos estaban así! ¡Totalmente hinchado e hinchado! Fue así(hace la forma en su cara). Por qué Jimin-hyung no te lo dijo?

cr. @ryuminating twt

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1665494541128835079.html

jk- cantando cambiando la letra

jk-Tengo que ir a ver el concierto de hyung. Y también veré ARMY, así que me gustaría eso. ¿Debería simplemente subir al escenario? ¿Debería saludarlos desde el escenario? Si Yoongi-hyung dice que está bien, realmente lo haré. Si Yoongi-hyung ve esto y lo menciona primero, lo haré. Subiré y saludaré.

jk-En 3hrs tengo que ir al dermatólogo. Pero hacer el concierto es demasiado divertido. No sé qué haré, así que voy a hacer Weverse Live así, así que déjame ser.

jk-Parece que me quedaré despierto toda la noche y saldré. ¡Es un fracaso!  ¡Es un fracaso!

jk-Me voy a dormir ahora. Son las 8:46 casi las 9:00. Se podría decir que apenas dormí. Sí, ha llegado el sueño.

jk-voy a descansar ahora ~ Creo que tendré que irme después de acostarme [un rato] después de cepillarme los dientes. Yo también te amo. Realmente te amo. Te amo / Te digo que te amo, ¿hmm? Ya que te amo/nosotros nos amamos, no nos enfermemos..y tengamos salud. No sé cuándo nos volveremos a ver, pero cuídense. *  * démonos la mano y choquemos los cinco. Descansa bien. Comamos juntos pronto. Ve/adiós~ ve/adiós~ 

jk- se despidió - apobangpo~

[wararamos]

Felicidades amor de mi vida ❤️ por un año más de vida, un año más dónde has adquirido nuevos conocimientos y has demostrado a las personas y a ti mismo de las grandes cosas que puedes lograr, estoy muy orgullosa de ti y de todo el esfuerzo que le pones a cada cosa que haces, de tu determinación en el momento que te propones algo lo consigues, eres un excelente trabajador, un excelente novio y muy buen hermano, eres un chico muy dulce que cada día me enamoras más :') cada día te amo más y más, mi amor y mi admiración por ti van a seguir creciendo al pasar de los años tenlo por seguro, gracias por compartir conmigo momentos especiales y también los significativos para ti y tu familia como hoy que es tu cumpleaños, mi guapo cumpleañero como me encantas precioso, gracias por permitirme conocer más de ti,

[rue-isabelle]

Author's note: This is a dark story. Be aware that reader is very young in this story. I do not consent to this in real life. THIS IS JUST A STORY!!!

Age is just a number (Part 4)

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of the bedroom, casting a golden glow over the room. Carlos stirred first, his eyes fluttering open as the warmth of the sunlight brushed against his face. He was met with the peaceful sight of Yn nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, her arm draped lazily across his torso. Her long hair fanned out over the pillows, catching the morning light in a way that made her look angelic.

Carlos smiled to himself, taking a moment to soak in the tranquility of the moment. This was his favorite of his life, he decided—waking up beside this beautiful girl, feeling her warmth against him, and knowing she will be his forever. He sighed contentedly, gently shifting his position.

That’s when he realized where his hand had wandered in the night.

His fingers were under her soft cotton pajama top, resting gently over her breast. His first instinct was to pull away, but as he shifted slightly, Yn stirred against him, pressing herself closer in her sleep. Carlos froze, not wanting to wake her.

And then he felt it—a subtle change under his palm as her nipple hardened slightly against his hand. His breath hitched as his mind raced. He hadn’t meant to find himself in this position, but now that he was, it was impossible not to notice how soft and warm she felt under his touch.

Carlos tilted his head down to look at her. Yn was still fast asleep, her lips parted slightly, her breathing slow and steady. Her peaceful expression made her look even younger, making his heart ache with love and longing, but it also heightened the tension coursing through his body.

For a moment, he debated moving his hand away. But then his thumb brushed against her skin—just the slightest movement against her nipple—and the sensation sent a shiver down his spine. His breathing deepened as he allowed his thumb to slowly stroke back and forth, the motion gentle and hesitant, almost as if testing the waters.

Yn shifted slightly in her sleep, letting out a soft sigh. Carlos stilled, his eyes fixed on her face, waiting to see if she would wake up. When she didn’t, he relaxed slightly, though his heart was still pounding in his chest.

He couldn’t deny the effect this was having on him. His pants tightened as his body responded, heat pooling low in his abdomen. He felt a flicker of guilt—this was an innocent young girl and she was asleep. But at the same time, the love and desire he felt for her were overwhelming.

Carlos closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He didn’t want to ruin this peaceful moment or wake her up before she was ready. Gently, he moved his hand away, slipping it out from under her shirt and letting it rest on her hip instead.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, whispering, “Buenos días, mi amor,” though he knew she couldn’t hear him. He debated for a moment, before letting his lips gently kiss her own. It might have not been a real kiss, but for Carlos, it felt greater than anything else in the whole world.

Carefully, he untangled himself from her and slid out of bed, doing his best not to disturb her. Yn let out a small, sleepy hum but didn’t wake, turning onto her side and hugging a pillow close. Carlos smiled at the sight, his heart swelling with affection.

Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, he padded out of the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, the only sound coming from the birds chirping outside. Carlos set to work, deciding to surprise Yn with breakfast.

He moved with practiced ease, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them for an omelet. As he cooked, his mind wandered back to the bedroom and the way she had felt in his arms. A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about how lucky he was to have her in his life.

His thoughts drifted again to his friends. He couldn’t even imagine what Lando would say about him now, if he saw what he just did.

He would probably never talk to Carlos again, Lewis would call the police and Charles, poor Charles, would faint because of Carlos reckless actions.

Despite his head being filled with thoughts like that, he couldn't forget how amazing her body felt under his hand.

And in this moment, he knew, he would never stop loving Yn. Even if it was just the beginning.

[honeyedmiller]

When in Positano | Javier Peña

javier peña x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: light alcohol consumption, smut (fingering, f & m oral receiving, unprotected piv, major breeding kink, ass slaps), talks of starting a family, an insane amount of fluff, javi is a romantic at heart, bits of spanish with translation, frequent pov switching, no use of y/n.

word count: 6.1k

synopsis: honeymooning in italy with your husband is a dream, especially when he reveals he wants to start a family with you.

a/n: this has been in my wips / drafts since january- and then i ultimately decided to change the whole plot of this bc i've been in a soft mushy mood for husband x reader lately. shoutout to @ilovepedro (ily) for beta'ing this baby for me. hope you enjoy <3

It was times like this that you could hardly believe this was your life.

The morning sun had shown her golden rays through the linen curtains that danced with the wind, illuminating your villa brilliantly. The first thing you get to see when your eyes flutter open is your husband, unknowingly basking in the golden light of the morning. 

You stretch your sore limbs, the glint of your wedding ring in the light catching your attention. You can't help the smile that spreads across your lips, eyes shifting down to the man next to you once again. 

You study his peaceful features as if you were sketching him from memory — tan, warm skin; dark, thick hair; a mustache that always tickles the tiniest bit when he’d kiss you anywhere on your body; a strong, angular nose; long lashes that fan his cheeks; and plush, pink lips that were slightly parted as he breathed steadily. 

The only thing you miss dearly in sight at that very moment are his beautiful brown eyes. The same eyes that had you hooked from the very first time your gaze fell upon them. 

Your eyes travel down to his muscular arms — the same arms that always hold you tight and protect you, all the way down to his torso and his naked, but covered, lower half. 

Your eyes snap up to his gorgeous face once more, reaching your hand out to trace featherlight lines over his smooth skin. You cup his cheek, leaning forward in the slightest to kiss his nose. His brows scrunch in reaction as he finally stirs awake. 

He groans softly as he instinctively wraps an arm around you, bringing your bare body flush to his. You can’t help the giggle that bubbles in your throat, taking advantage of your proximity to him as you start peppering kisses all over his face. 

You pull back and he peeks one sleepy eye open, a half smile immediately forming on his face. 

“Buenos días, mi amor.” [good morning, my love] He whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“Buenos días, mi esposo.” [good morning, my husband] You beam, and he gently grabs your left hand — the one that decided to caress his face once more — and looks down at it with pride, seeing the wedding band and engagement ring together. It’s something he’ll never tire of. 

“Still can’t believe you said ‘I do’.” He chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips so he can kiss your ring. 

“I’d say those two words in a million lifetimes with you, Javier.” You whisper, and his soft brown eyes look up at you in pure adoration. 

“Mi vida.” [my life] He shakes his head in disbelief, an undeniable grin etching itself upon his plush lips. 

You said I do to each other just seventy-two hours ago, and you both have been luxuriating in the blissful feeling of forever. 

Javier surprised you with your dream vacation destination as your honeymoon, and you cried in happiness on your twelve hour flight as you both made your way to Italy. 

You don’t know what you did to deserve such a man as Javier, and you truly don’t think you’ll ever comprehend how you got to marry him. What you do know, is that you’re the luckiest woman alive. 

Little do you also know, he feels the same exact way about you. 

“I love you.” The words flow naturally, easily, and he gives you a look that makes you want to give him the whole universe. Fuck, if you could, you would. 

This man—the man that has endured so much in his past, only to open up his heart to you and only you—to protect you, cherish you, and love you the way he does, is a man that deserves everything gracious and peaceful this world has to offer. 

And if you told him those exact words, he’d kiss you searingly and tell you that you are his grace, his peace, his god-given solace. You are the reason his heart beats, his days are brighter, his world spins on its axis. You’re everything to him and he’d show you time and time again just so. 

“I love you too, cariño.” [honey] His voice is softer, a voice only reserved for you. Underneath the harsh exterior and the stern brow he always wears, there’s a softness that he carries when it’s just you two in the confines of your own space. You always greet him at the door when he comes home, pressing a kiss between his furrowed brows, wrapping your arms around him before telling him “welcome home.” He always relaxes under your touch, and knowing you’re his peace makes pride bloom in your chest. 

Your heart aches in the best way possible with how much you love your husband, and your faithfulness and devotion to him will never, ever waver. 

Javi buries his face into your neck and leaves a trail of kisses up to your jaw, mustache hairs tickling your skin as he nibbles on your chin playfully. 

“What’s on the agenda today, baby?” He asks, hand gliding up the soft skin of your torso, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. The ghost of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you grin lazily as you look at him. 

“I was thinking about the street market we passed yesterday, and maybe a new restaurant?” You say, running a hand through his thick brown locks. You twirl a longer piece at the nape of his neck around your finger, and he begins to kiss your collarbone languidly. 

He hums in thought, kisses trailing down to the swell of your breasts. You cradle the back of his head gently, not particularly wanting him to stop, but also aware that you should really get out of bed and enjoy the beauty of Positano while you can. Your fingers release his head and skate down to his back, gently double tapping the space between his shoulder blades. 

“We should really get up, amor.” [love] Your tone isn’t convincing enough even to yourself, and Javi rests his chin on your sternum as he looks at you with a glimpse of mischief in his eyes. 

“Can I enjoy the sweet taste of my wife first?” His tone is more of a statement than a question, and you can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. Truthfully, if it were up to him, you two probably wouldn’t leave the bedroom very much in the week and a half you get to spend here. To you, Italy was paradise, but to Javier, you were his. 

He could spend days with his face – or cock – buried between your thighs, savoring every moment of your addicting taste and tight cunt. 

“Only if you let me pick the restaurant.” You negotiate poorly, and even then, Javier sports a grin that lights up the whole room. The sun and her radiance doesn’t even nearly hold a candle to your husband’s smile. 

“Deal.” He murmurs, lips marking their territory down your sternum. Before he gets any further, he kisses both of your breasts before enveloping a nipple into his mouth. You suck in a breath at the feeling, the sensation shooting straight down to your already needy and aching core. 

Something of a whine escapes you, tugging on his hair as you arch your back off the mattress. You can feel his smug smirk against your skin before he switches sides, relishing the other pert bud before letting go with a small pop. 

The anticipation is building up much quicker than you expected, and you’re squirming beneath Javi as his lips ghost your stomach, moving down the bed before uncovering your bottom half. 

A lazy grin appears on his lips as he takes in the sight of your puffy, glistening pussy, ready for his tongue to drink you up like you’re the finest nectar on the planet. 

Javier tsks at the sight teasingly, swiping his middle finger through your folds, preening at your receptiveness to his touch as your hips buck toward his mouth involuntarily. “Now who made my beautiful wife this wet and needy, hm?” He asks, moving his face down to kiss the supple skin of your thigh before biting down gently. 

You yelp in surprise, looking down at him only to find him sporting a shit-eating grin. The word wife makes you even needier, loving the fact that you belong to him. 

“You, mi corazón [my heart]. Solo tú.” [only you]

Javi closes his eyes at the endearment, nestling his cheek to your thigh as he breathes in a few times. He feels like he’s in an alternate reality where his dream woman just dropped out of the sky, and he gets to spend the rest of his life with her. 

But this is real, you’re real, and he nearly has to pinch himself to prove that you aren’t a figment of his imagination. He gets to spend eternity with you, and he deems himself the luckiest son of a bitch alive. 

He opens his eyes and his gaze meets yours once more, and you can’t help but reach out for his face. You look so ethereal to him as the golden rays fall upon your body, making you glow like a goddess. Your head is back against the pillows as you watch him with an adoring gaze from above, and he truly has no words to ever conjure up just how much he loves you. 

And, for a moment, as he’s watching you watch him, his eyes flicker down to your stomach. Javier never thought he’d be a man who wants to have kids in his life. Hell, he didn’t even think he’d ever be able to get married, let alone to a gem such as yourself. 

You’ve given him a softer life; a life full of love and happiness—a complete one-eighty from his time in Colombia—and a house to call a home, albeit you being his home no matter where you two are. You’d also be the one to be able to give him the ultimate gift: fatherhood. 

He sweeps his reeling thoughts to the back of his mind for now, his main focus averting back to you and pleasing you until you’re screaming his name. 

With that thought in mind, he wastes no more time before he gives your pretty, glistening pussy a kiss, delving his tongue into your folds right after. 

You gasp at the sensation, eyebrows pinching together as his muscle works your nerves expertly as he’s done countless times before. He traces the tip of his tongue through your folds, up to your clit and flicks it a few times before moving back down to your entrance. He prods the muscle inside and dutifully fucks you with his tongue, the pace delicious as his nose bumps your clit repeatedly in the process. 

You grip onto his hair, hips bucking into his face in tandem with the stroke of his tongue. 

You can’t help but cry out his name repeatedly, and he feels prideful that he’s the only one that can make you feel this good. 

Javi’s mouth separates from your dripping cunt, bottom half of his face shiny with the taste he loves oh so much. 

“Taste like a dream, muñequita.” [doll] He breathes, sliding his hand down to grip your thigh as the other toys with the slick on your pussy. He kisses your thigh again and he looks up at you trying to catch your breath. Your head already feels fuzzy at the immense pleasure your husband’s tongue brings you, and to top it off, he slides his middle and ring finger into you. 

He keeps his eyes on your face and watches as you unravel, pumping his fingers in and out of you. He makes sure to curl his fingers to hit the very specific spot he knows you like, and when he does, you lose all resolve. You crumble under his touch as your arousal seeps out of you and down his fingers, coating his wedding band in your juices as they flow down to his wrist. 

“So fucking pretty, baby. You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asks, and you nod without hesitation. 

“Words, corazón.” [heart] 

“Fuck–fuck, yes, Javi, oh, god-” You cry, and he squeezes your thigh before diving back down to lap up your pussy once more. The combination of his tongue and fingers is absolutely lethal—you know you aren’t going to last much longer. 

Javier is the matchbox to your match, dragging, dragging, dragging you along. The coil in your core is wound up so tight that within seconds, you break and light aflame. 

You cry out his name, the sound of your own desperate plea reverberating off of the four walls of the villa’s bedroom eagerly. 

You feel like you’re gushing everywhere—his fingers, his mouth, the bedsheets—and it’s pure ecstasy when he blows out the flame, your body the smoke as you dissipate into the luxury of a devastatingly euphoric bliss. 

Javi drags his lips up your thigh, to your torso, all the way up to your jaw before capturing your lips in a searing kiss as you both share the taste of you on his tongue. 

He hums into the kiss and separates from you, bringing his slick-coated fingers to your mouth. You huff a laugh as you eagerly lick the arousal off of his wedding ring and up his digit, popping both of them into your mouth and suck them until they’re clean. 

Javi’s cock is impossibly hard now, but he knows how badly you want to explore the beautiful city. So, he pushes his urges down for now, though you’d likely gladly take his cock into that pretty mouth of yours and suck him dry. 

He groans as he gets up from the bed, giving you another chaste kiss before he trudges to the bathroom to retrieve a towel to clean you up. Your eyes follow him as you lay on your side, head propped up by your hand. You study his figure unashamedly, admiring your husband and his bare form in all of its glory. Long legs, toned arms, tan skin, and of course, that insanely cute ass of his—and he’s all yours. Every inch of his beautiful body, face, and mind is yours. 

He walks out of the bathroom with a towel in hand, and you can’t help but admire his impressive length. He teasingly throws the towel at you and you catch it, and before you can protest, his body is hovering over yours. 

“Someone can’t keep their eyes to themselves, hm?” He quirks a brow at you. 

“Well excuse me for admiring my husband and how sexy he is.” You retort, and he can’t help the guttural laugh that escapes his belly. 

“You’re something else, you know that?” His tone is playful, snatching the towel from you as he cleans you up. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows as you give him a stern look, and he meets your gaze with a boyish grin. 

“You’re the one who married me. That’s on you.” You say, and he grabs your shoulders after tossing the towel onto the floor before giving you a light shake. 

“And it’s been the best decision of my life, muchas gracias.” [thank you very much]

You roll your eyes before leaning up and giving him a kiss, tapping his thigh as you pull apart. 

“Up and at ‘em, baby. Italy is waiting for us.” 

-

You watched Javi as he bought some fresh fruit from a vendor at the street market, patrons bustling on the side as they enjoyed the beautiful weather and scenery before them. The water was a brilliant hue of blue, tying in the bright colors and coastal landscaping Positano had to offer. 

Javi holds out his arm for you after he purchases the fruit, and you gladly cling onto his bicep as you make your way down the street. You stop for a moment to look at him and admire his outfit—bright blue shirt that contrasted beautifully against his tan skin, and some white pants paired with brown loafers.

 He gave you a face when you originally suggested the shoes to him because it simply wasn’t something he’d ever wear, but they were insanely comfortable and undoubtedly great for walking, deeming you right once more. 

“Mi esposa always knows what’s best,” [my wife] He’d said. 

Javi peels an orange for you both to share, splitting it in half and hand feeding you the slices. You bite the tip of his finger playfully, and he can’t help but admire the buttery sweet sound of the laugh that emanates you. 

You hum at the citrus taste of the orange, closing your eyes in delight at how fresh it is. 

“That’s delicious.” You say aloud, and Javi looks at you while sliding his aviators down the bridge of his nose. 

“It is, but nothing compares to the taste of you.”

Your face heats up at his words, hiding it in the crook of his neck for a second while letting out a mumbled ‘behave’ from you. 

He’s smug when you pull your face back from the warmth of his body, and you lightly swat his chest in mock-chastise. 

“You hungry, mamí?” He pulls a food guide of local restaurants out from his back pocket, and you nod eagerly. 

“For more than just food.” You murmur, slotting your arms onto his broad shoulders, letting one hand dangle and the other play with the curls at the nape of his neck. His hands instinctively grab onto your waist and he pulls your body flush to his. 

“Now who needs to behave, hm?” 

“Still you.” You beam.

“Smartass.” He retorts with a chuckle. 

“Maybe. But you love me.”

“That I do, bebita,” [baby girl] He leans in for a kiss before handing you the food guide, and you briefly scan the options. 

 “How about some pizza?” 

-

The restaurant reminds you of your first date with Javier. You remember how much he tried to impress you, and even then, you knew he was someone special. To end up here with him in Italy eating the most delicious pizza and drinking the crispest glass of wine four years later seems like a total fever dream. 

Javi raises his glass up to you, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes and the softest smile you think you’ve ever seen on him. “Cheers to you, amor de me vida,” [love of my life] “You make me the happiest man alive. You’ve given me everything I could wish for and then some, and your beautiful heart and soul never ceases to amaze me.” 

Tears prick your eyes as you raise your glass to clink against his, sipping the Prosecco in your glass. You reach for his left hand across the table, bringing his knuckles up to your lips as you kiss them and his wedding band repeatedly. 

“I love you, Javier Peña. Thank you for giving me a life well beyond my wildest dreams. I’d do anything for you. It’s me and you against the world, baby.” 

“I’ll never know how a bastard like me got so goddamn lucky. You’re a godsend, corazón,” [heart] “What if we had an addition to our world?” He asks, voice almost shy as he tries to gauge your reaction. 

“What do you mean, mi amor?” [my love]

”How do you feel about starting a family? With me?” 

He’s hopeful with the way he stares at you, squeezing your hand as he awaits your answer. 

“Is that something you want, baby? I know a while back you said you weren’t too sure.” 

You’d love to have a family with Javier. The thing was, he wasn’t too sure of that awhile back when things really got serious between you two. You were a little crushed by the prospect of not having kids with the love of your life, but you’d learn to make do. It was never a dealbreaker for you specifically, but you’ve always felt like you were meant to be a mom. 

“I’m sure now. I love the sound of having a little one of us running around. We don’t need to rush into it, though. I just—I want this with you, and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Well, besides asking you to be mine para siempre.” [forever]

You try to not let your emotions overwhelm you in the moment. The man sitting in front of you has you in pure awe, with the way a softness has wrapped itself around his heart, showing him that this side of life is full of warmth and love. He’s gradually learned to accept it, unlearning all of the harsh stoicism that seized his being in the past. 

“You’d be the best daddy, Javier Peña. No doubt in my mind.” 

His face gleams with joy as he brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing each knuckle individually. 

“And you’d be the best mommy, Mrs. Peña.” 

Your heart flutters at the sound of your new last name. You still genuinely cannot believe you’re married to this man. 

“Chucho is probably going to ask when we’re going to give him grandbabies.” 

Javier can’t help but laugh, knowing full well his father would undoubtedly ask that question as soon as you two get back to Texas. 

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you. “We should start practicing now then, mamí. Wouldn’t wanna keep him or the rest of the family waiting.” 

-

A sheen of sweat coats your brow and chest as you arrive back to your villa with Javi. The walk itself wasn’t far but the warm weather was starting to get to you. And yet, as soon as you walked through the doors of the bedroom, he was on you. 

He was kissing your pulse point while his hands roamed over your body with fervor, skimming over the cotton material of the sundress you were wearing. You giggle as his mustache tickles your neck, playfully nudging him.

“Javi, baby, I’m all sticky and sweaty. Let me take a shower first.”

He hums at your words, continuing the assault of his lips down your jugular before nibbling on your hot skin. His grip on your waist tightens before he leads you backwards into the bathroom, hands moving down to your ass before giving it a playful slap. He spins you around so you’re both facing the huge mirror above the double vanity, and his hands settle onto your stomach. 

His eyes travel down to where his hands are as he starts to rub his thumbs back and forth. The look of pure love in his eyes was enough to tell you how badly he really wants to be a father. You reach an arm back to cradle the side of his face, craning your neck to the side to give his cheek a kiss. 

“Can you just imagine growing a life that’s half you and half me in here? Nuestro hijo o hija. You’d be glowing even more than you do now, mi amor.” [our son or daughter ; my love]

Your gaze snaps back up to his face, his usual stoic brow softened at the idea of you carrying his child. You didn’t think you could fall in love with this man even more, but picturing him taking your newborn baby out of the carseat after coming home from the hospital and seeing their tiny body resting against his chest in comfort, against someone so loving and so familiar, gives you an indescribable amount of butterflies. 

His eyes meet yours in the mirror once more, and you can’t help but give him a soft smile. Both of you are well aware that no words can ever come close to describing the emotions that flow through your minds and hearts, but somehow still connect perfectly like a puzzle piece.

It’s sacred, your love with Javi, and it’s something you’ll both pour into your future child endlessly. 

Javi’s lips find your neck once more, fingertips skating over the sticky flesh of your arms before settling on the straps of your dress. His lips move to your shoulder as he slips one strap off, then the other, and tugs down gently so the fabric falls and pools at your feet. 

You’re bare on top, and Javi takes advantage of the beautiful sight and kneads your breasts with his hands. You can’t help the way your head lolls back onto his shoulder, biting your lip as he tweaks both nipples simultaneously. 

“My beautiful wife.” He whispers, trailing a hand down your torso and over the fabric of your panties, teasingly rubbing you through the thin material. A gasp evades you as the familiar low ache bubbles in your core once again. 

“Javi,” You gasp, hand flying up to steady yourself as you grab the side of his neck. 

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name.”

Your ass presses against his front, and you feel his cock harden in his pants. You turn around to face him and he grabs your hips instinctively before pulling you forward so you’re flush to his body. He leans in to kiss you ferociously, hands sliding down to grab your ass as you toss your arms over his shoulders. 

You stay like that for a minute just enjoying the simplicity in the art of kissing your husband before reaching down to unbutton his shirt. You slide the material off of his shoulders before moving down to his pants, palming his cock teasingly. He groans into your mouth and kisses you like a starved man, backing you toward the shower. You slide his jeans off of his hips once he’s stagnant and he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

Before you two can continue your escapades, he gives your forehead a kiss before turning on the shower to a temperature comfortable for you both. You slide your panties off and he mirrors your actions, sliding his boxers off before you both step inside. 

The lukewarm water cools your skin briefly before Javi steps under the stream, face up toward the water. You watch as the droplets stream down his face, to his neck and shoulders, down his torso and down down down into the dark, wiry hairs that sit below his navel and above his delicious length. 

Your mouth is practically salivating at the sight before you, and you need to have a taste of your husband. 

Your hands are gentle on his torso before they drag down, your body lowering with them until you’re on your knees. Javi looks down at you with his lips parted and a wild look in his eye. 

You lick your lips and smirk at him before pushing on his thighs, backing him up so he sits down onto the bench in the shower. You scoot forward on your knees, admiring your man from below as his thighs spread wide and his hard cock is already furious and leaking pre-come, slathering itself onto his torso. 

Your nails scratch his thighs lightly before you lean down to kiss them each once, looking back up at him before taking his cock into your hand. You pump his silky flesh a few times before swiping your thumb over his slit, spreading his arousal over the head of his cock before lowering your mouth. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the taste, absolutely entranced by this man and his cock that you love oh so much. 

“My wife is so pretty with my cock in her mouth.” He says, stroking the side of your face with his thumb. 

You separate from him as you sit back on your heels, pumping his length as you quirk a brow. “I think I look prettier when your cock is in me, papí.” 

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, thumping his head against the shower wall. “Got a dirty fucking mouth, bebita. Christ.” [baby girl]

“Just wait to see what it’ll do to your cock.” You can’t help but giggle at the way your words were easily affecting him, but you decide to cease your teasing. 

You slowly take him into your mouth, gagging as you reach the hilt. You swallow around him as best as you can manage before bringing your mouth up once more, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him all the way into your mouth again. 

He’s heavy and warm against your tongue, twitching with every bob of your head as you set a steady rhythm. You squeeze your lips around him and he cradles the back of your head, guiding your movements up and down his cock in haste. 

“Your mouth feels so– fuck– fucking good, corazón.” [heart] 

He struggles to vocalize a coherent thought, babbling on about how good you make him feel and how much he loves you. 

The broken praises only spur you on further as you begin to deepthroat him with every pass, tears pricking your waterline as you control your gag reflex. He’s nearly bucking his hips up into you at this point, fucking your mouth at a pace that drives him insane. 

“Shit– yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck you’re so perfect, I’m gonna fucking come—”

You hum around him and squeeze your lips even tighter, gripping his thighs as he tenses up. His spend shoots onto your tongue and he can’t help the loud groan that rumbles through his chest, the feeling of your mouth so heavenly around his cock. You swallow everything he gives you, enjoying the view of your husband’s post-orgasm glow. 

The late afternoon sun seeps into the bathroom and illuminates him in such a way that even the Greek Gods have nothing against. He looks picturesque like this; mouth parted and panting—a wild and untamable rasp, eyes shut as he comes down from the orgasm he’s been pining after all day long. His wet curls stick to his forehead in disarray, but it suits him. 

His eyes slowly peel open and peer down at you, and you know better than to give him a smug smile. Instead, you lean down and kiss his inner thigh a few times without breaking his heady gaze. 

“C’mere.” He murmurs, pulling you up by your elbows. You’re standing now, and he leans forward to kiss your stomach a few times before he pats his thighs. You straddle his hips, hands landing on his chest as you trace small patterns. 

His hand slides down and in between your thighs where it’s slick with your arousal. You were so lost in pleasing your husband that you didn’t notice the incessant need growing stronger by the minute. It wasn’t a low, bubbling thing anymore—it was a full-fledged monstress clawing her way to the surface, begging to be tamed. 

The carnal desire for Javi couldn’t be held off anymore. You leaned in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as your hips rock against nothing in particular. Javi is already half-hard again, and ever the gentleman that he is, he angles you down to where your dripping core is gliding against his warm, thick length. 

A strangled moan leaves your lips as you toss your head back, and Javi leans forward to nose at your jaw before peppering your neck in kisses. He nibbles on the junction between your neck and shoulder, rocking his hips up onto you simultaneously. 

You whine his name as you loll your head forward, eyes blinking open and gaze locking with his. 

You’re not sure what exactly possesses you to say your next words—maybe it’s the look in his eye, maybe it’s a mixture of desperation and desire, maybe it’s just pure, honest truth. Hell, maybe it was all of the above. 

“I want to make you a daddy, Javi.” Your voice is sultry and sickeningly sweet, dripping like honey. 

And from that point, he was determined. Determined to make you the mother of his child, determined to start a family with you and grow it to both your heart's content, and determined to love and cherish you and your future child, or children—always—and Javier Peña was a man of his word. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward so you both are chest to chest, and you’re reeling over the look he’s giving you. He notches his tip at your entrance, fully hard once again with the promising tone behind your words. 

“Say it again.” He says.

“I want to make you,” You pause, moving your lips down to slot between his, pulling back just enough to whisper the rest of your sentence. “A daddy.” You sink down slowly onto him, and you kiss him again as you slowly adjust yourself to him. 

You both moan into each other, pulling apart as he fully sheathes himself into you. You’re so full like this, content in every way possible at the feeling of your husband’s cock stretching you out so deliciously. You rock your hips slightly as a test, moaning at the sensation that surges through you. 

You do it again, this time with more intent, and slowly set a rhythm with your hips. The feeling of his cock is otherworldly. A greedy, selfish part of you thinks that you’ll never be able to get enough of him or the feeling of this—being connected as so. 

You fist a hand into his thick wet locks as the other grabs onto his shoulder, ensuring you can keep your balance as you rock your hips back and forth. He captures your mouth in a blazing kiss, groping your ass before slapping it once as he picks up the pace for you. 

You’re panting into each other’s mouths as he increases the pace, now pounding his hips up into you. You cry out his name as your fingernails claw their way down his back and he hisses in pleasure, cradling the back of your head. 

Your mind is fuzzy and your lungs are on fire from kissing him desperately, and the white hot feeling in your core is blazing. 

“I–I love you, Javi– oh, god, I fucking love you. I love you and I want you to be the father of my child and I—” You’re babbling so much that you don’t even have a clue as to what it is that you’re really trying to say, but Javi gets the message, you think. 

He kisses your jaw as you try and match the movement of your hips to each thrust up into you, but it’s genuinely no use. Your body wants to succumb to Javier and his strong body and delicious cock and beautiful face and his big, loving heart—so you let it. You fall limp in his hold, leaning onto him as your orgasm surges through you unexpectedly. 

He can feel you pulsating around him and he knows he’s not going to last much longer. 

“Gonna make you a mama. Gonna be so good to our baby, the best mama ever.” He’s losing all self control, and you cradle his head as you ride out your prolonged orgasm. 

“Please, Javi.” You beg, and that’s enough for him to completely come undone. His hips still as he comes in you, a string of ‘I love you’s’ spilling from his mouth. You’re both breathless and completely dazed, immersed in post-coital bliss. The sound of the shower water hitting the tile floor is a relaxing constant as you both try to control your breathing. 

You sit like this for a while; you're perched in his lap as he leans against the wall, face tucked into the crook of his neck. 

You smatter kisses along his pulse point as a silent plea of love. You’re both pruny and fucked-out, but being here with each other like this is truly a dream in itself. 

The prospect of his dream woman giving him a child has him reeling, so perhaps leaving the room this week is an empty promise that flew out of the door the minute you told him you’d make him a daddy. 

Even if nothing happens right away for the two of you, that’s okay, too. You’d get to relish in the unbelievable life you already share with him a bit longer, built from the ground up by you and a man who loves you unconditionally. A man that would individually pick out the stars from the brilliant night sky for you. A man that still cannot fathom that he gets to share this life with you. 

And if that’s the case, you really wouldn’t mind at all. 

tags: @punkshort @endlessthxxghts @javierpena-inatacvest @ovaryacted @northernbluess @clawdee @la-vie-est-une-fleur29 (since all of you were excited about me posting this. ily)

divider by @saradika-graphics

[nayerimz]

' no sé si es la fuerza con la que aventaste... lo que sea que aventaste, pero creo que me voy a desmayar ' exagera, llevándose una mano a la cabeza, justo donde papel la ha golpeado. se le pasa casi de inmediato, pero yeri es lo suficientemente dramática como para armar un rato más ' ¿por qué estás lanzando proyectiles? ¿así de mucho te aburres? ' ☆ @angvlique

se encuentra contra la pared, arrancando pedacitos del papel tapiz para hacerlos un bollo y aventarlos por la habitación. a diferencia de la mayoría, ni siquiera tiene intención de rebuscar entre las habitación y supuestos tesoros, da por hecho que nada le será de utilidad, por lo que busca otro tipo de entretenimiento. carcajada se le escapa cuando otre se atraviesa y bollito que acaba de lanzar con la intención de embocarlo en un agujero le da en la cabeza al ser en cuestión. sin embargo, risa se corta al ver seriedad en facciones ajenas. "¿ups?" sonrisita brilla mientras alza uno de sus hombros en aparente inocencia.

[wosohours]

good morning - alexia putellas x reader

(italics = speaking in spanish)

Alexia was currently lying in bed next to you watching while you slept. She always loved waking up next to you, it was one of her favorite things to do, watching you look so at peace while the sun shone on your face. Today was one of her rare days off and she had been up for about an hour and was starting to get bored.

Reaching over she started running her fingers through your hair then leaned closer to start peppering kisses all over your face. The feeling causes your eyes to flutter open.

“Buenos días, mi amor.” She whispers.

“Hola bebé.” you say with a small sigh shutting your eyes again. Alexia starts to trace your face with her fingers. You open your eyes to see her still staring at you with a small smile.

“Ale you know I hate being up this early,” you whine pulling the covers over your head.

“Well I have been up for an hour and I wanted to spend time with you since we have both been so busy lately,” your face softens and you scoot closer to her putting your face in her neck. Ale lets out a little laugh as she tries to pull you impossibly closer.

“I understand but I am so tired, so please give me like fifteen more minutes,” you say, moving the covers up to your shoulders and shutting your eyes once more. “No no no bebé, come on let us go make some breakfast,” she says pushing the covers away.

You do not respond so she moves from under you and pushes you to lay on your back so she can straddle your hips. She leans down, peppering more kisses all over your face. You can’t help but smile at the action and pull her down so she is laying directly on you like a nice weighted blanket.

Alexia turns her head to kiss your neck repeatedly which causes you to giggle and push her up so that you can sit up. “Can you make breakfast with me now?” She asks while you stare into those eyes that you love so much and nod saying “Yeah baby let's go.”

She gets off of you and stands on the side of the bed pulling you towards her so you are sitting on the side of the bed. When you stand up to walk to your closet she reaches over to smack your butt and giggles, “Cute butt bebé.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever, come on.” but before you can walk too far she grabs your wrist and tries to kiss your lips. “Ahhh babe no, morning breath.” you squeal causing her to roll her eyes, grab your hand, and drag you to the bathroom.

__________

first fic on tumblr :)

[woso-story]

One Year Down, A Lifetime To Go

Alexia Putellas x Reader

The sun was just starting to rise when you felt the softest touch against your cheek. A gentle hand brushed back your hair, followed by the warmth of a kiss—a slow, lingering press of lips that sent a flutter through your chest. "Buenos días, mi amor," Alexia's voice whispered, low and velvety, breaking through the haze of sleep. You opened your eyes to find her already leaning over you, her smile tender and eyes bright with affection.

"Happy anniversary," she murmured, and you couldn’t help but smile back at her, utterly captivated.

She sat on the edge of the bed with a breakfast tray balanced on her lap. There was freshly brewed coffee, golden toast with your favorite spread, a small bowl of fruit, and a tiny vase holding a single red rose. "I wanted to start the day by spoiling you," Alexia said, leaning in to nuzzle your neck before placing the tray in front of you. Her voice held a sweetness you didn’t often hear—it was so different from her sharp commands and focused energy on the pitch. Here, she was soft, vulnerable, and undeniably loving, and it made your heart ache in the best way.

Between bites of breakfast, she kept peppering you with kisses—on your temple, the corner of your mouth, and even your nose, which had you laughing. You adored seeing her like this: playful, cuddly, and so openly loving. It reminded you just how lucky you were to have her.

After breakfast, Alexia gave you just enough time to get ready before announcing the next part of the day’s plan—a trip to a wellness spa. The drive there was filled with her teasing, holding your hand, and singing softly to the music on the radio. When you arrived, you felt all the stress melt away. The spa was serene, with calming music and the scent of lavender in the air.

You both started with a couples’ massage, and Alexia chuckled as she caught you nearly dozing off on the table. “Relax, cariño. You deserve this,” she whispered, her voice almost sending you into another trance. Afterward, you shared a soak in the whirlpool, the warm water bubbling around you. Alexia leaned against you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. "I love days like this," she confessed. "No rush, no pressure. Just you and me."

The spa left you both feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, and Alexia wasn’t done yet. From the trunk of her car, she pulled out a picnic basket and led you to your favorite park. There, under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, she set everything up—soft blankets, little cushions, and a spread of sandwiches, fruit, and pastries.

Sitting beside you, her eyes searched yours, and her voice turned serious. “I just want to tell you,” she started, taking your hand in hers, “how much you mean to me. You’re my everything. This past year with you has been the happiest of my life. You’ve brought so much light into my world, and I don’t ever want to let you go.” Her words, raw and full of emotion, brought tears to your eyes. You leaned in, kissing her deeply, unable to put into words how much you felt the same.

The day continued to unfold like a dream. Alexia drove you to a beachfront restaurant as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink. The gentle hum of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to your laughter as you shared a delicious meal. Alexia was on her best form—making jokes, telling stories, and smiling so much it made your heart swell.

As dessert arrived, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small velvet box. Your breath hitched as she handed it to you, her fingers slightly trembling. "Open it," she urged softly, her cheeks dusted with the faintest blush.

Inside was a delicate golden bracelet, its centerpiece a tiny pendant shaped like an “A.”

“For Alexia,” she said, her voice almost shy, as if afraid of how you might react. “So no matter where you are, you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”

You stared at the bracelet, feeling an overwhelming wave of love crash over you. Tears sprang to your eyes as you looked back at her. “Lex… It’s beautiful. I love it. I love you.” She helped you clasp it around your wrist, her hands lingering, and you leaned over to kiss her again. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly from the emotion.

After dinner, the night wasn’t quite over. Hand in hand, you strolled along the shoreline. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the water. The air was warm, the stars bright, and the sound of the waves crashing against the sand created a melody that seemed just for the two of you.

Alexia pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked. “I wish I could give you nights like this every day,��� she said softly, her lips brushing against your temple. You stopped, turning to face her, and saw the way her eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

“You already give me everything I need,” you told her, your voice full of certainty. “You make me feel loved, safe, and cherished. That’s more than enough.”

Alexia smiled, pulling you into her arms. Standing there with her, the stars above, and the waves at your feet, you knew this moment would stay etched in your heart forever. It wasn’t just the perfect day; it was the perfect reminder of how deeply you loved her—and how deeply she loved you in return.