Not gonna lie, I'm a bit upset with y/n. C'mon, Steve drove to see y/n and y/n wouldn't leave her friends for one night? Okay, her life doesn't involve around Steve, but I think maybe she is being not a very good friend đđ
Why do I have a sentiment that I will cry in the next chapters?
n e w y e a r s '8 6
"if i just wanted someone to hold then really anyone would do, i close my eyes and really try not to turn them into you" no use i just do, hayley williams (x)
"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother
a.k.a the four times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment and one time he got it right (series masterlist)
warnings: mentions of underage drinking (all characters are 18+ but this is set in america lol) & also very minor references to smut
a/n: thank you so much for all the love on this series!! also massive apologies for the delay, i had massive writers' block and work was wiping me out :') still, i hope you enjoy. only three more wrong moments to go. - jazz
Steve Harrington hadnât expected to spend New Yearsâ Eve of 1986 in a nightclub in Manhattan.Â
To be honest, he hadnât even expected to be here.Â
Neither had you. And you didnât even know of his whereabouts yet.
Heâd beenâŠlonely, after Christmas. Actually, heâd been lonely since the moment you left. Steve had known Hawkins before you and heâd known Hawkins with you but he had never prepared himself for Hawkins without you. Even when you called everyday and wrote letters every other week, there was still a gaping, you-sized hole in his life. Pictures of you hung up around his room; Polaroids and photo booth strips that dated back to the late seventies; records youâd brought him and drawn him; the silly, dumb notes you used to pass to each other in class. It wasnât until you left that Steve realised his entire life was basically a shrine to you.Â
Christmas was great. Seeing you was great. It had been nothing but hugs and smiles and warmth for a week straight. The celebrations came and went and before he knew it, Steve was dropping you off the airport and hugging you goodbye. It stung a little less this time, know that he knew what to expect in the aftermath, but coming back to an empty house had killed him inside.Â
So, Steve started driving. And he kept driving until he reached the night club that he knew youâd be at. Even though it took him twelve fucking hours and fifty goddamn bucks on the door because he wasnât old enough to be in here and especially not to be drinking. It left him wondering how much youâd paid to get in. Probably not a lot - even back in Hawkins, most bouncers just let you in. Why wouldnât they? Maybe you were a bit haywire and crazy around the edges but you were also beautiful. One look at your smile, and the way you flashed your eyes with a stupid joke? You could get in anywhere. Steve Harrington was convinced that you were insane enough to open any door in the world. And yet, you stayed at the Hideaway. Every other Friday, with him and a pint of whatever shitty beer they had going. Because even though you get into any club in town, Steve was limited to wherever the fuck Eddie Munson could sneak him in. Youâd never been one to stray away from Steveâs side.Â
SoâŠyeah. Coming here had been unexpected and god, Steve hated clubbing. What was the point of a room of sweaty people and loud music? That was all he could think about as people thudded into him, one by one in time to a fucked up remix of a Queen song. He just needed to find you and then get the fuck out of here. He had nothing planned in terms of a speech, or even the faintest idea of what he was going to say. He just wanted to see you. That was all.Â
âHey, man! What where the fuck youâre going!â
A sharp elbow came into contact with Steveâs ribs, and he turned around to see you. There was a scowl on face, then a look of disbelief, and before he knew it, youâd almost tackled him to the ground in a hug.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
Steve hit the ground with an oof, breaking your fall with his own body. âI just missed you.â
You grinned. âI missed you too. How did you even know where Iâd be?â
âYou mentioned this club a few times last week. Sorry for just turning up-â
â- never apologise,â you cut him off. Stumbling up, you shoved aside a few dancers and stuck out your hand to help him up. âIâm happy to see you.â
You pulled Steve into another hug, hands balling up into the back of his shirt as you did. Steve had always given the best hugs. For as long as you could remember, all your problems could be fixed with a hug from him. Bad grades, shitty boys, fights with your parents. They were all menial, but even now, after a few months in the big city, you were certain they could fix bigger ones too.Â
âCâmon, Steve,â you took his hand in yours. âLetâs talk properly outside. Yelling over this music is gonna kill me.â
Keeping his hand in yours, you pulled Steve across the club and towards the smoking area on the other side. It was amazing, really, the way you could just shove people aside with your elbows and a glare. Youâd put the fear of God and/or yourself into him multiple times, so Steve couldnât be surprised.Â
The smoking area wasnât as busy as the rest of the club. There were a few stragglers standing around - some with tobacco, some smoking something a little stronger. On the other side, a drunk girl was throwing up. You didnât seem phased at all. Maybe you came to places like this often. Even though Steve had never known you to enjoy big crowds or loud music.Â
âSo, what do you wanna do?â Steve asked. âI saw a couple pizza places down the road. Maybe we could grab some food and then watch the ball drop, if you have a television-â
â- what do you mean?â you frowned. âI was gonna stay here. Thereâll be a massive countdown and drinks and all my friends are inside.â
âSeriously?â he scoffed (however unintentionally). âI didnât know you liked clubbing.â
Your face fell. âDonât be an ass, Steve. Yâknow I hate when youâre an ass.â
âSorry,â Steve murmured. âI guess I donât know what you enjoy doing at college. I forget itâs a different scene to Hawkins.â
âHey, youâre good,â you smiled. âIâm just glad youâre here, okay?â
âMe too,â he returned the gesture, before glancing around the place. âSo, what do you do here? JustâŠdrink and dance?â
âYeah, pretty much,â you shrugged. âIt definitely looks awful from the outside but I promise my friends are fun. Theyâve heard all about you and Iâm sure youâll love them.â
Friends. Heâd heard about all your new friends; Jessica and Amanda and Tiffany and Daniel andâŠthere were too many to remember. Steve knew that he was still your best, best friend, but it was nice to see you flourishing. It was clear they all loved you from the way their faces lit up. They gave Steve a smile too, and a itâs so nice to meet you! or a Iâve heard so much about you!Â
Still though, clubbing certainly wasnât his thing. He hadnât expected it to be your thing either, but from the way you were throwing back shots and dancing around with your new friends, it was clear that it was. Youâd shoot him a smile every few minutes, or grab him for a silly dance. All attempts to make him feel included. It wasnât your fault that Steve had so quickly gone from excitement in seeing you to feeling like he was a sore limb. No one was doing anything to make him feel like that. Nobody but him, of course.Â
It wasnât until you approached the bar just before midnight that Steve followed you.
âHey!â you gave him a bright smile. âAre you having fun?â
âIâm not not having fun,â he grimaced, but took your hands in his. âLook, Iâm really tired and I just drove twelve hours without stopping and I really want to spend time with you tomorrow, okay? So I think Iâm gonna head tonight, if youâre okay with me breaking into your apartment and crashing in your bed.â
âOh, yeah,â your face fell a little, but you still forced a smile. âNo, I get it. Take my keys, yeah? Itâs the apartment building with red front door on the corner of 5th and 73rd. Apartment 48. My room is the first on the left and-â
â- itâs okay, Iâll find it,â Steve cut you off. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave your hands one last squeeze. âHappy New Year.â
âHappy New Year, Steve Harrington.â
Even though Steve had only had two pints of Budlight, he hadnât considered that his alcohol tolerance was basically on the fucking floor. So, no driving for him. Just an obscenely overpriced yellow cab to take him a few blocks west. The streets of Manhattan werenât exactly confusing, and maybe it was just dumb luck that your key fit into the first red door he found. Four floors up and two more doors in and that luck continued, right until he found himself managing to stumble into what he hoped and prayed was your apartment.Â
It was a cozy little place that youâd rented from one of your parentsâ friends. He worked in real estate in the city and quite honestly, youâd thanked your lucky fucking stars when you heard the words subsidized and rent. Maybe it was a little bare, but youâd made it your own. Steve couldnât help but smile to himself at all the pictures of him around the room.Â
Your room was just as cozy. Maybe it was a little funny that Steveâs head hit the pillow just as the fireworks outside went off - then he felt a bit bad. Had he ditched you? Maybe. But he had driven twelve hours just to unintentionally surprise you and he deserved rest. Even if you hadnât asked that of him, even less expected it of him. Maybe he was just a little disappointed that you hadnât wanted to spend New Years Eve sat in a pizza place with him. That was what you had done the year before.Â
He fell asleep easily, the traffic outside becoming white noise. It wasnât until a couple hours later - just gone 3AM, according to the clock on your bedside table - that you came crashing and stumbling in. Steve was woken by the sound of your shoes hitting the floor with a thud, and then a little fuck! as you stumbled out of your clothes and into a big NYU t-shirt.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â Steve suddenly sat up, barely catching you as you fell to the ground. âWhy donât you turn on the lights, genius?â
âI didnât want to wake you,â you muttered. Were you mad? You seemed mad.Â
âHey,â he frowned. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing-â
â- we both know what when you say nothing that itâs definitely not nothing,â he reminded you. âAre you gonna spit it out or am I gonna have to go through every single thing I did and said tonight before we find an answer?â
You scowled at him, knowing he was right. Steve didnât have fifteen years of riding the fiery dragon that was your personality not to know how to humble you.Â
âYou said you missed me and that you came to see,â you muttered, folding your arms across your chest.Â
â...and thatâs why youâre mad?â
âNo!â you snapped. âIâm mad because you stayed for likeâŠall of five minutes and then left! You didnât even try to talk to my friends or to even stay and then I had to spend the last two hours defending you whenever they pointed it out!â
âPointed what out?!â
âThat you left! That you barely spoke to them or to me-â
â- Iâm sorry that clubbing isnât my thing!â Steve cut you off, barely hiding his audible groan. âI left so you could have fun with your new friends, okay? I didnât wanna kill the mood.â
âSteve,â you sighed. âYou werenât killing the mood. Why do you have to say things like that?â
âBecause itâs true!â he huffed. âYou have a life here and friends andâŠthings have changed. And I think Iâve been left behind.â
âHow?!â you demanded. âHow have I left you behind?! Because I went clubbing for one fucking night instead of dropping my plans when you turned up out of the blue?!â
âBecause you said that things wouldnât change! And they have!â
âOf course things are going to change!â you yelled. âWeâre growing up! Iâm at college, youâre working full time! Life fucking changes, Steve!â
âWhat if it changes and you forget about me?â
âOh my god,â you let out another groan. âSteve, my life does not revolve around you. I love you and you are my best friend but canât you just appreciate what we have right now rather than worrying about what we might be?â
Steve opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going instead.Â
âMaybe we wonât be friends in five years. Maybe weâll be married with kids in ten or sharing a fucking grave in eighty but none of that matters if you just canât appreciate what we are right now,â you continued. âTwo people who love each other and-â
â- you think about us getting married?â
âThatâs not what I said.â
âYou literally just said it.â
âIt was hypothetical-â
â- but you still said it-â
â- I also said that we might not be friends! Do you wanna bet which one is more likely to happen at the rate youâre going?â
You gave him a light thump to the chest. Steve caught your hand as it collided with him, large fingers holding your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat as he did, gaze catching his. The tension in the room had already been thick but in that moment, you couldnât have cut it with a knife. He kept his grip on your hand, both your chests heaving with anger and frustration and rage and-
The first time you had kissed, it had been gentle. Experimental and a little toothy and maybe hungry after years and years of unpent teenage horniness, but whatever tension had built in the last three months alone made all those years look like nothing. This was desperate and deep, hands all over the other. Steve kept his palms splayed on your back, then on your neck, then on your ass, each time gripping you so tight, clinging onto you as though you might slip away if he didnât.Â
You fell back on the bed, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his shirt. It was hard to register when exactly he took it off. Actually, when yours came off too, for that matter. Steve Harrington, as it turned out, was a man who consumed all your fucking senses all the fucking time. Ergo, it was hard to think about anything other than him, or what his hands were doing, or that you were finally about to go all the way with your best friend of fifteen years.Â
It sort of clicked in your mind at some point that you probably should have stopped. It also registered in his mind. Still, neither of you did anything about it. Youâd come this far now and it was hard to stop. Any consequences would be tomorrowâs problem.Â
Happy New Year.Â
taglist: @yaskna @karasong @etherealforever234 @i-bitch-you-bitch @aphex2winn @raes-gay @handsupforamiracle @palmtreesx3 @lokiofasgard616 @notahappystan @we-out-here-simping @angel-jz @suniloli @mapleransom-blog @thexplosivegirl @lou-la-lou
That was amazing đđđđ
I really can imagine reader every day thinking about ways to write his name wrong and Bakugou (secretly) being anxious to know what new name will be in the cup.
Also, my brain conjured the scene where some day she writes "biribinha" (that's Bakugou's nickname given by the Brazilian fandom and it's little fireworks every popular at a specific time of year here) and when Bakugou see what reader wrote he search it and finds out that "biribinha" it's the same thing as bang snaps.
Anyway, loved the last name written đđđ reader is really brave đđđ
Your favourite thing to do is pretend you have no idea who Dynamite is and constantly fucking up Bakugoâs name on his coffee.
Heâll come in once heâs done patrol and changed out of his hero costume. The first time it happened was honestly an accident. Youâd been so lost in thought, you took his order and then asked for his name. When he didnât reply right away, you glanced up at him, his face holding a blank look.
âHa? You donât know who I am?â
Of course you knew who he was, everyone in the city knew who he was, regardless of being in costume or in normal clothes. You could almost see the gears moving in his head, wondering how anyone could possibly not know who he was. You simply shrugged, handing him his change and getting to work on his very simple coffee order.
Once done, you placed his order on the counter and bid him a good day. The look on his face when he picked up the coffee and read the name on it was priceless. His face scrunched up in confusion and then immediately to anger.
âIs this some sort of fucking joke?â
You were for thankful the shop was busy for once. You knew he wouldnât make a scene. You gave a smile and a wave, and continued to help the next customer in line. You watched out of the corner of your eyes as he glared at the name as he left the shop, grumbling to himself.
Despite that first encounter, he kept coming back. A few days every week, he gave you his normal coffee order (to the point that he stopped even telling you the order) and you purposely messed up his name. He knew you knew who he was, so heâd play your stupid little game. He told himself day in and day out that he was only going back to the coffee shop until you got his name correct but deep down he knew that not to be true.
You really were surprised when he showed up the next day, empty coffee cup in hand. Slamming it down on the counter and glaring at you. The neatly written Pro Hero Deku facing you.
âThatâs not my fucking name.â
ABSOLUTAMENTE SEM CHAAAAO
As descriçÔes das percepçÔes dos meninos đđđ que tudoo. Se um homem pensa daquele jeito sobre mim, derreto na horaaaaa
AnsiosĂssima para os prĂłximos capĂtulos
paring: enzo, matias & agustin x fem!youtuber!leitora summary: sua viagem para espanha com certeza foi uma aventura, uma a qual vocĂȘ apenas se arrepende de nĂŁo recordar. writer: deixando aqui o primeiro de mamma mia, espero que gostem.
[ masterlist ]
sua amiga ( amora ): quer contar pros seus seguidores o que vocĂȘ fez na Espanha?
vocĂȘ realmente abriu uma live no meu perfil pra me humilhar? ta bom, eu oficialmente fiz a pior merda e a maior besteira da minha humilhada vida todinha. . . eu quis dar uma de voar voar, subir subir perto demais do sol e agora minha menstruação ta atrasada e eu estou sendo obrigada a fazer testes de gravidez, mas eu nĂŁo me arrependo.
sua amiga ( amora ): a querida pra dar a vida a uma criança e não se arrepende, gravidez na adolescencia é foda
ai bi, se liga, um tempo na Espanha e trĂȘs homens lindĂssimos para me divertir por pelo menos uma noite . . . vocĂȘ se arrependeria?
sua amiga ( amora ): isso mesmo que ela deixou entender, ela nĂŁo sabe quem Ă© o pai, ela nem mesmo lembra dos pretendentes e possĂveis papais
bom, agoras vamos atrĂĄs de aguls testes e tentar colocar um nome nos possĂveis papais, me arrependo apenas de nĂŁo estar sĂłbria o suficiente durante minha estadia na Espanha . . . foram noites que realmente precisavam ser lembradas, parece atĂ© aquele seu filme favorito
sua amiga ( amora ): vocĂȘ vivendo mamma mia, apenas atitudes de diva nessas fĂ©rias, me leve da prĂłxima vez
PRECISAMOS, gringo Ă© maluco pirado em brasileira, mulheres, nunca se importem com o coração partido, sempre tem um gringo muito gos esperando vocĂȘ lĂĄ fora.
curtido por amorinhavv, martinilarisssa, vinecollapin e 18.818 outros
yourusername como pode, um colonizador europeu que ainda tem monarquia ser lindo assim, tipo assim compensatorio ( lĂderes espano latinos, to aqui, qual o prĂłximo passo da invasĂŁo?
view all of 8.513 comments
amorinhavv prĂłximo passo Ă© vocĂȘ viralizar em Portugal e terminar o plano que o Lucas Netto falhou em terminar
snamoraaxx elas panejando colonizar os colonizadores breenasillva reparação histĂłrica mggfandomm finalização do sotaque portuguĂȘs
sociedadeseunome amo esses Ănicio de viagem dela que sĂŁo meio culturais
syraxbr mĂŁe saiu de casa pra passar o rodo na europa
snsfandom vem ai o maior vlog de viagem de todos os tempos
glyyynda aquele cast bonitĂŁo nĂŁo ta na espanha agora?
snhourly Ă© a cara da diva viajar pra europa e sĂł ir atrĂĄs de latino
primeiro story respostas na dm do instagram
vroginwifey homem do cĂ©u pecado vocĂȘ postar essas coisas
madmaxxxx CASA COMIGO
gonzagapipee COMO EU QUERIA SER ESSA FRUTA
aguustrival QUEM TIROU ESSA FOTO?
recaltthinker os meninos nĂŁo estĂŁo com vocĂȘ entĂŁo quem tĂĄ?
pardellaarchive SĂ UMA CHANCEEEEE
segundo story respostas na dm do instagram
valen.laiiin QUEM Ă ESSA?
vogrincicthinkeer ENZO???
matiasrecalt alguns dias de passeio e vocĂȘ jĂĄ encontrou alguĂ©m?
agustinpardella moço onde vocĂȘ estĂĄ moço???
pardellathinker SOFT LAUCHING???
missusvogrincic EU NĂO ACREDITO QUE PERDI
Ă medida que Enzo continuava a massagear a perna da garota, ele se deixava levar pelas sensaçÔes que aquele momento proporcionava. Seus movimentos eram fluidos, quase rituais, como se estivesse dançando com os dedos sobre a pele dela. Cada toque era uma expressĂŁo de cuidado e ternura, uma maneira de mostrar a ela que estava ali para proporcionar conforto e bem-estar. Enquanto seus dedos exploravam os contornos delicados da perna dela, Enzo nĂŁo podia deixar de notar a beleza que emanava dela. Seus pensamentos vagueavam para alĂ©m da superfĂcie fĂsica, mergulhando nas profundezas de sua alma. Ele se perguntava sobre os sonhos, medos e esperanças que ela guardava dentro de si, ansioso para descobrir mais sobre a pessoa por trĂĄs daquela aparĂȘncia encantadora.
A garota, por sua vez, parecia relaxada e Ă vontade na presença de Enzo. Seus olhos encontravam os dele de vez em quando, transmitindo uma mistura de gratidĂŁo e vulnerabilidade. Ela sorria timidamente, como se estivesse tentando esconder a intensidade de suas emoçÔes, mas Enzo podia sentir a sinceridade por trĂĄs daquela expressĂŁo. Enquanto o silĂȘncio confortĂĄvel pairava entre eles, Enzo pensava sobre como suas vidas haviam se cruzado da maneira mais inesperada naquela tarde. Ele lembrava vividamente do momento em que a viu pela primeira vez, como se o tempo tivesse desacelerado apenas para permitir que seus destinos se entrelaçassem naquele instante. O quarto de hotel, com suas paredes acolhedoras e o aroma suave de lavanda pairando no ar, criava um ambiente propĂcio para a intimidade e a conexĂŁo. Era como se o universo estivesse conspirando a seu favor, guiando-os suavemente em direção um ao outro, mesmo que seus caminhos parecessem tĂŁo distantes atĂ© aquele momento.
A viagem de Enzo para a Espanha foi uma aventura que ele jamais imaginou que o levaria a um encontro tĂŁo significativo. Quando decidiu embarcar nessa jornada, estava buscando novas experiĂȘncias em meio a divulgação de seu mais recente trabalho, talvez um pouco de descontração e, quem sabe, um pouco de inspiração para sua vida cotidiana. No entanto, ele nĂŁo esperava encontrar alguĂ©m que o deixasse tĂŁo cativado e conectado em um lugar tĂŁo distante de sua casa.
Desde o momento em que colocou os pĂ©s em solo espanhol, Enzo se viu imerso em um mundo completamente novo. As ruas estreitas, os aromas tentadores da culinĂĄria local e a cadĂȘncia melĂłdica do idioma espanhol o envolveram em uma atmosfera vibrante e acolhedora. Ele se permitiu mergulhar de cabeça nessa experiĂȘncia, absorvendo cada detalhe com curiosidade e entusiasmo. Foi durante um almoço casual em um restaurante local que Enzo teve seu primeiro encontro com a garota. Ela estava cercada por colegas, todas animadas e falantes, e ele se viu atraĂdo pela energia contagiante dela. Ă medida que conversavam, Enzo se surpreendeu com a facilidade com que se entendiam, apesar das diferenças culturais e linguĂsticas.
O tempo parecia voar enquanto eles trocavam histĂłrias, piadas e segredos, cada risada aproximando-os ainda mais. Enzo se pegou compartilhando detalhes de sua vida que nunca havia revelado a estranhos antes, maravilhado com a sensação de ser compreendido e aceito tĂŁo rapidamente por alguĂ©m que acabara de conhecer. Ă medida que o dia avançava e a tarde se transformava em noite, Enzo percebeu que havia encontrado algo especial naquela garota. Ela era mais do que apenas uma companhia agradĂĄvel; ela era uma alma afim, alguĂ©m com quem ele poderia se conectar em um nĂvel profundo e significativo.
Enquanto refletia sobre sua viagem à Espanha, Enzo se viu grato pelas reviravoltas do destino que o levaram até ali. Ele nunca poderia ter previsto que uma simples viagem ao exterior o levaria a encontrar alguém tão interessante e especial, alguém que faria com que cada momento valesse a pena. E, enquanto olhava para a garota ao seu lado, ele sabia que essa viagem tinha sido muito mais do que ele jamais poderia ter imaginado. Era o começo de algo extraordinårio.
Enzo sentiu uma onda de ousadia tomando conta de si quando, de repente, ele se viu deitando sobre a garota. Seu corpo se moldou ao dela de forma natural, como se fossem duas peças de um quebra-cabeça se encaixando perfeitamente. Ele podia sentir o calor emanando do corpo dela, envolvendo-o em uma sensação reconfortante e familiar. Enquanto sua cabeça encontrava o abrigo no pescoço dela, Enzo nĂŁo pĂŽde conter um sorriso travesso. Seus lĂĄbios roçavam suavemente contra a pele dela, enviando arrepios pelo seu corpo. Ele podia ouvir as risadinhas dela, mĂșsica para seus ouvidos, enquanto suas mĂŁos buscavam por ĂĄreas sensĂveis para provocar mais risos.
As cĂłcegas se transformaram em uma brincadeira divertida entre os dois, cada toque provocando risadas contagiantes. Enzo se deliciava com os sons melodiosos que escapavam dos lĂĄbios dela, uma sinfonia de alegria e cumplicidade que preenchia o quarto de hotel. Enquanto continuavam nesse jogo de carĂcias e risadas, Enzo sentiu-se completamente Ă vontade na presença dela. NĂŁo havia espaço para preocupaçÔes ou inibiçÔes, apenas a pura alegria de estar junto a alguĂ©m que o fazia se sentir vivo e feliz.
E quando finalmente pararam, ofegantes e sorridentes, Enzo olhou nos olhos dela com uma mistura de admiração e ternura. O momento em que Enzo finalmente se inclinou para beijar a garota foi carregado de eletricidade e expectativa. Depois de compartilharem risadas, conversas profundas e momentos de intimidade, o desejo havia se acumulado entre eles como uma correnteza pronta para se libertar.
Enzo sentiu seu coração acelerar enquanto seus lĂĄbios se aproximavam dos dela. Cada centĂmetro que os separava parecia uma eternidade, mas quando finalmente se encontraram, foi como se o mundo inteiro desaparecesse ao seu redor. O beijo foi suave e delicado no inĂcio, um toque de lĂĄbios que transmitia toda a ternura e afeto que ele sentia por ela. Mas Ă medida que o calor do momento se intensificava, o beijo se aprofundava, tornando-se uma expressĂŁo ardente de desejo e paixĂŁo. Enzo se entregou completamente ao momento, perdendo-se nos lĂĄbios macios e no sabor doce dela. Cada movimento era uma dança perfeita de sincronia e harmonia, uma fusĂŁo de duas almas que se encontravam em meio ao turbilhĂŁo de emoçÔes.
curtido por jordaniaaa_, diminitrino, ln4looover e 25.231 outros
yourusername beach day com biquini brasileiro.
veja todos os 575 comentĂĄrios
fourtooommy Eu amo ela nessa viagem
yummyseunome segunda parte da viagem, ela estarĂĄ chapada na praia
sncliquee como pode a mulier mais linda do mundo?
snthinker PRONTA PRA ESCANDALIZAR OS GRINGOS
gonzalizztos qual o livro da diva pra ler chapada?
primeiro story respostas na dm do instagram
pardellabbg VOCĂ TAMBĂM???
missrecalt NĂO Ă POSSĂVEL
gonzagacarloos um dia vocĂȘ, outro dia o Enzo???
beetyytrival eu conheço essa pessoa
kukuthinker O QUE TEM NO AR DA ESPANHA?
archivelatinos EUROPEIA SĂRIO????
segundo story respostas na dm do instagram
javvogrinciccc GOSTOSO, com todo respeito a sua nova namorada
kukuthinkeer vocĂȘ ficando chapado com um novo alguĂ©m đ«
matiasrecalt agora pronto, espero que esteja se divertindo, porque depois Ă© vocĂȘ que vai ficar com o Enzo e coração partido dele
franromerofran aqui, Ă© verdade que uma menina saiu antes do Enzo acordar depois deles dormirem juntos? O kuku nĂŁo sabe contar fofoca direito
luvsimonthinker Espanha tĂĄ divertida divo?
pardellassswifey FOI ELA QUEM TIROU ESSA FOTO?
Agustin e a garota se encontravam em uma praia paradisĂaca e secreta, praticamente vazia, a pessoa mais prĂłxima deles juntava suas coisas para ir embora a pelo menos 1 minuto de caminha da de distĂąncia, ou mais, onde o sol dourado pintava o cenĂĄrio com tons de calor e aventura. Ele se acomodava confortavelmente na areia macia, enquanto a brisa marinha acariciava seu rosto, trazendo consigo o aroma salgado do oceano. A menina, deitada em uma canga listrada, usava um biquĂni preto que realçava sua pele bronzeada, e um bonĂ© verde que protegia seus olhos do brilho intenso do sol. Com um sorriso nos lĂĄbios, Agustin admirava a figura da garota sob os raios do sol, apreciando a maneira como a luz refletia em seus cabelos e como os contornos de seu corpo se destacavam contra o fundo arenoso. Ele podia sentir a energia vibrante do verĂŁo pulsando no ar, enchendo-o de uma sensação de liberdade e euforia.
Enquanto ela lia o livro com concentração, ele observava cada movimento dela, capturando cada detalhe com seus olhos atentos. Cada gesto, cada expressĂŁo era uma obra de arte em si mesma, uma sinfonia de beleza e graça que o deixava hipnotizado. O som das ondas quebrando suavemente na costa fornecia uma trilha sonora serena para o momento, enquanto o cheiro fresco e revigorante do mar se misturava com o aroma do tabaco, criando uma atmosfera Ășnica e envolvente. Entre uma tragada e outra, Agustin se deliciava com a cena Ă sua frente, absorvendo nĂŁo apenas a fumaça do cigarro, mas tambĂ©m a energia contagiante da companhia da garota. Cada suspiro era um suspiro de contentamento, uma celebração silenciosa da vida e de todas as maravilhas que ela tinha a oferecer. E Ă medida que a tarde avançava e o sol começava a se pĂŽr no horizonte, eles se encontravam imersos nĂŁo apenas no livro, mas tambĂ©m na companhia um do outro.
Conforme as cenas mais picantes do livro se desenrolavam, Agustin sentia a tensão no ar se intensificar. Com um toque sutil, ele começava a acariciar o ombro dela, deixando os dedos traçarem padrÔes suaves sobre a pele bronzeada. A proximidade entre os dois aumentava gradualmente, com ele movendo-se mais perto dela, seus corpos quase se tocando. Sem dizer uma palavra, Agustin encostava seu corpo no dela, compartilhando o calor e a intimidade do momento. Ele inclinava a cabeça para mais perto, até que sua bochecha roçava suavemente contra o ombro dela. Então, com um gesto deliberado, ele colocava sua cabeça no ombro dela, como se quisesse ler as palavras do livro diretamente de suas påginas.
Com um movimento suave, Agustin se deitou por cima dela, cuidadosamente, como se cada gesto fosse uma dança sincronizada. Seus corpos se encaixavam perfeitamente, com ele abraçando sua cintura com ternura, enquanto mantinha sua cabeça apoiada em seu ombro. Seus olhos estavam fechados, mas sua mente estava alerta, acompanhando as palavras que saĂam da boca dela com uma atenção fingida. Enquanto ela lia em voz alta, Agustin captava as palavras-chave sobre a cena do livro, sua mente divagando entre a narrativa fictĂcia e a realidade palpĂĄvel do momento. Cada respiração, cada batida do coração, parecia ecoar em harmonia com as palavras do texto, criando uma sinfonia de sensaçÔes e emoçÔes.
Enquanto as palavras do livro fluĂam suavemente entre eles, Agustin sentiu o impulso irresistĂvel de explorar a pele macia da garota sob seus lĂĄbios. Com delicadeza, ele começou a distribuir beijos suaves atrĂĄs da orelha dela, onde a pele era especialmente sensĂvel, causando arrepios que dançavam ao longo de sua espinha. Os beijos lentamente desciam pelo pescoço, trilhando um caminho de carĂcias ardentes atĂ© alcançarem o ombro dela. Cada toque era uma promessa de prazer, uma expressĂŁo silenciosa de desejo que se materializava na forma dos lĂĄbios de Agustin contra sua pele.
Ă medida que as carĂcias se intensificavam, a garota começava a perder a concentração na leitura, suas risadas manhosas preenchendo o ar como uma melodia envolvente. Os beijos de Agustin provocavam uma mistura deliciosa de sensaçÔes, fazendo com que ela se entregasse ao momento de prazer e brincadeira. Entre beijos e risos, eles se encontravam perdidos em seu prĂłprio mundo de intimidade e diversĂŁo, onde a literatura e o desejo se entrelaçavam de maneira irresistĂvel. E enquanto o livro continuava esquecido, eles se entregavam ao calor do momento, saboreando cada instante juntos com uma paixĂŁo avassaladora.
curtido por _anahikari, franromerofran, lechaiirrrr e 35.331 outros
yourusername festinha de despedida da Espanha na piscina.
veja todos os 2.575 comentĂĄrios
lannylover queria estar assim com os espanhois que eu gosto ( carlos sainz, carmen mundt e fernando alonso apenas.
seunomelover atividade de gostosas
yuuummyenzo ela finalmente voltando pra casa
snthinker MĂE VOLTE AS CRIANĂAS SENTEM SUA FALTA
otanoloveers gente, alguém mais ta acompanhando a viagem dos meninos do cast pra espanha estå pensando o mesmo que eu?
recaaltmeumarido como assim? otanoloveers vocĂȘ andou vendo os stories? olha o do matias agora e veja a timeline desta diva aqui
marimarina um sonho
recaltweed Ășltimo dia da diva bebada
primeiro story respostas na dm do instagram
matiimatias ONDE VOCĂ ESTĂ?
missussn espero que esteja se divertindo reizinho
gonerecalt EU TE AMO TANTO
matirecthinker espero que esteja se divertindo divo
recaltarchive vai virar meu fundo de tela sim
segundo story respostas na dm do instagram
valen.laiiin VOCĂ TAMBĂM
kukuthinkeer trĂȘs membros do cast publicando alguma mulher
agustinpardella eita, agora somos trĂȘs
franromerofran vocĂȘ tĂĄ em uma festa na piscina nĂ©?
pardellathinker eu sinto que reconheço ela de algum lugar
Matias estava imerso em uma experiĂȘncia que transcendia qualquer descrição trivial. Enquanto a festa pulsava lĂĄ embaixo, com suas luzes coloridas e batidas vibrantes, ele se encontrava envolto em um mundo Ă parte, um universo particular moldado pela presença da garota diante dele. Cada detalhe, cada gesto, ganhava uma intensidade quase palpĂĄvel sob a luz suave que filtrava pelas cortinas semiabertas, criando uma aura de intimidade ao seu redor. O beijo entre Matias e a menina era como uma coreografia celestial, uma dança de lĂĄbios e lĂnguas que se entrelaçavam em um ritmo Ășnico e hipnotizante. Cada movimento era meticulosamente calculado e, ao mesmo tempo, espontĂąneo, como se seus corpos estivessem respondendo a uma sinfonia invisĂvel de desejos e emoçÔes. NĂŁo era apenas um encontro de bocas, mas sim uma fusĂŁo de almas, uma comunhĂŁo de sentimentos que transcendia as fronteiras da linguagem.
Enquanto seus lĂĄbios se encontravam em um fervoroso intercĂąmbio de carĂcias, Matias podia sentir uma corrente elĂ©trica percorrendo seu corpo, deixando-o arrepiado e ansioso por mais. Cada toque da pele dela contra a sua era como uma descarga de adrenalina, despertando sensaçÔes hĂĄ muito adormecidas e alimentando o fogo que ardia dentro dele. Era uma experiĂȘncia avassaladora, que o fazia perder a noção do tempo e do espaço, deixando-o completamente entregue ao momento presente. Os sentidos de Matias estavam aguçados, captando cada detalhe do ambiente ao seu redor. Ele podia sentir o perfume suave que emanava da pele dela, uma mistura delicada de flores e especiarias que o embriagava e o fazia querer se perder naquele aroma para sempre. Podia ouvir o som distante da mĂșsica lĂĄ embaixo, um murmĂșrio suave que servia apenas para enfatizar o silĂȘncio Ăntimo que reinava entre eles. E podia ver nos olhos dela o reflexo do mesmo desejo e paixĂŁo que queimava dentro de si, uma chama ardente que ameaçava consumi-los por completo.
Enquanto suas mĂŁos exploravam os contornos do corpo dela, Matias podia sentir a textura macia da pele sob seus dedos, cada curva e cada linha uma promessa de prazer e ĂȘxtase. Cada toque era cuidadosamente planejado e executado, como se ele estivesse tentando decifrar um enigma complicado, desvendar os segredos mais profundos e ocultos do corpo dela. E a cada resposta que recebia, a cada suspiro abafado e gemido suave, ele se sentia mais prĂłximo dela, mais conectado a ela de uma forma que ia alĂ©m das palavras e dos gestos.
Matias, envolto pela aura de intimidade que compartilhava com a garota, sentiu o impulso de expressar seu desejo de uma forma mais fĂsica. Com um gesto suave, ele deu dois tapinhas delicados na coxa dela, um convite sutil para uma aproximação ainda mais Ăntima. E entĂŁo, algo mĂĄgico aconteceu: a menina pulou para o colo dele, como se fosse o lugar mais natural do mundo. A sensação do corpo dela se acomodando em seu colo despertou uma torrente de emoçÔes em Matias. Pela primeira vez em sua vida, ele sentiu a necessidade de segurar alguĂ©m com tamanha delicadeza, de proteger e acolhe em seus braços como se fosse a coisa mais preciosa do mundo. Era um instinto primal, uma manifestação pura e incontestĂĄvel de amor e cuidado.
Mas ao mesmo tempo, havia uma intensidade avassaladora em suas emoçÔes, uma urgĂȘncia ardente que clamava por expressĂŁo. Ele queria amĂĄ-la intensamente, perder-se no turbilhĂŁo de paixĂŁo e desejo que os envolvia, como se fossem dois corpos e uma alma fundidos em um sĂł. Cada toque, cada beijo, era uma afirmação de seu amor, uma promessa de entrega total e incondicional. E assim, Matias e a garota se perderam em um mundo de sensaçÔes e emoçÔes, entregando-se ao calor do momento e Ă magia do amor. NĂŁo havia limites, nĂŁo havia fronteiras, apenas a certeza de que estavam exatamente onde deveriam estar, juntos, unidos pelo laço indissolĂșvel daquele dia.
e assim foi minha aventura na Espanha, com trĂȘs queridissimos, e sim gente, eu tava tĂŁo chapada durante a viagem que eu tenho memĂłrias curtas, normalmente jĂĄ Ă© pĂ©ssima, mas com a quantidade de consumo que eu tive, nĂŁo tem nada na cachola.
sua amiga ( amora ): tanto que foi eu quem publicava as fotos dela, as menos piorzinhas que ela colocava no drive, provavalemente a que as espanholas tiravam dela
na praia eu acho que foi o Agus que tirou, e eu tava tirando uma dele na camera dele.
sua amiga ( amora ): Agus é o da praia né?
sim, eu poderia ter sido presa por atentado ao pudor nessa ta, mas deus amado o que foi aquele homem
sua amiga ( amora ): Pelo amor . . .
Intenert, estarei dependendo de vocĂȘs, porque Amora nĂŁo Ă© cronicamente online pra me ajudar a achar eles, mas eu sei que vocĂȘs sĂŁo. Provavel pai nĂșmero um, Enzo, um deus grego, o olhar dele me fazia queria implorar sentar nele a noite inteira, ele Ă© o mais cavalheiro dos trĂȘs, depois dele teve o Agus, ele tinha umas tatuagens espalhadas pelos corpo, um cabelo cacheado sedoso, mas eu me lembro dele cheio de areia e um cheirinho de maconha, ele Ă© com certeza mais amoroso, me fez rir o tempo inteiro, ai tem o Mati . . .
sua amiga ( amora ): o Ășnico que nĂŁo Ă© mais velho que a diva, aparentmente
ele tinha cara de novinho, possivelmente minha idade, tinha uma espanhola querendo ficar com ele, e jĂĄ peço desculpas pra ela, mas nossa nĂŁo me arrependo de deixar essa passar, o cabelo dele era preto, e ele com certeza Ă© o menor dos trĂȘs, nĂŁo Ă© muitpo mais alto que eu nĂŁo.
sua amiga ( amora ): ajudem essa pobre donna a encontrar os trĂȘs pais dessa sophie, antes que ela abra um hotel na GrĂ©cia e a menina vai crescer e depois chamar os trĂȘs pro casamento.
UNS SEBOSOS, HORROROSOS, LADRĂES
podem enfiar esse oscar no cu europeu de vcs eu sabia q eles jamais teriam a coragem de premiar um filme latino
Day 3 of productivity
Today I watched some classes and did some paper of clinical psychology. And it took all the afternoon. After that I did read some fanfic and smau, because that is something that I do every day. Oh, and I did read a little of that book of the photo. And that's it.
Frankie taking care of her đ„șđ„ș
They cuddling đ„șđ„ș
THE NICKNAMES đđđ
I want to hug Frankie desperately!!
Chapter Summary: Time passes, and both Frankie and his Cariña canât get what their friend said out of their head.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader
Words: 1162
Chapter Warnings: pure fluff, cuddling, nightmare, comfort
Series Masterlist Here!
Feedback fuels me!
Frankie knew he always had problems asking for help. It never came easily, it was never his first thought when he was struggling.
Unless Y/N was involved.
Continuar lendo
Soft!Jake is my religion! đđ
summary: you donât see Jake very often, he still doesnât feel confident and comfortable enough to front frequently; his visits are not a regular occurrence but when itâs him, you know it. you couldnât be mad at him. not when he had been hidden in this body for too long, feelings buried deep as he watched Marc and Steven express them freely from a distance while he had to drown them down and suffer in silence.
warnings: ending fades to implied smut, sexual innuendos
tags: tooth rotting fluff, literally no plot just fluff, soft!jake, seriously this man needs to be held
word count: 0.9k
The back of Jake's knuckles brushed lightly against your cold cheek. You stirred as you rubbed your eyes, still hazy from sleep.
You knew it was Jake from the soft and aching look in his gazeâ you donât see Jake very often, he still doesnât feel confident and comfortable enough to front frequently; his visits are not a regular occurrence but when itâs him, you know it.
You smiled endearingly at him, brushing back the curls falling over his forehead.
ââMorning, Jakeâ you murmured, smoothing your hand along his bicep as his elbow was propped beside you, planted into the mattress.
Jake felt his heart flutter at the demonstration of you recognizing him so easily.
ââMorning cariñoâ he whispered as he leaned to leave a kiss at the bridge of your nose. âHowâd you know it was me?â he asked, letting his fingertips travel down the side of your face.
âAn intuitionâ you affirmed, leaning into his touch. âI missed you.â you breathed out, heart aching as the words escaped your lips.
âI knowâ he complied as he shamefully closed his eyes and nodded. âIâm sorry queridaâ he apologized, looking right back into your eyes, searching for a trace of blame in them.
There was none.
You couldnât blame him, you couldnât be mad at him. Not when he had been hidden in this body for too long, feelings buried deep as he watched Marc and Steven express them freely from a distance while he had to drown them down and suffer in silence.
âI know itâs hard for you,â you said, mirroring his actions and bringing your hand to the side of his face. âBut I donât want you to push yourself too much. Take your time, okay honey?â
He nodded, a pained look covering his face, and nuzzled your hand leaving a kiss at your palm.
âThank youâ he mumbled against your skin before leaving another kiss there.
You chuckled and buried your hand into his curls. âWhat are you thanking me for?â
âFor being so considerate. For understanding me.â he affirmed, smiling weakly. âUs.â he corrected himself.
You hooked your hands behind his neck and brought him down to your lips. He kissed them with as much passion and devotion he could give you, cherishing the intimacy and rarity of the moment.
His necklace dangled under your chin and you lightly tugged on it, drawing a sharp gasp from him before he smirked into the kiss and flicked his tongue over your bottom lip in need to feel you even more.
It didnât take long for him to lick into your mouth, tasting you thoroughly until he ran out of breath.
He pulled away but remained close, nuzzling your neck as you ran your hands along his bare back, nails softly scraping against his warm skin just the way you knew he liked.
âI love youâ he mumbled into your neck. He had wanted to say it, but he hadnât expected the words to escape his mouth so easily. It needed to be said anyways.
He left a kiss in the crook of your neck, punctuating his previous words.
You felt your heart skip a beat, and one of your hands mindlessly traveled to his curls like it was a reflex. You scraped your nails against his scalp, and soothingly swiped your thumb over his shoulder blade with your other hand.
âI love you too Jakeâ you replied, looking down at the man buried into your neck.
He adored when you held him like that; just you and him, nothing else around, no one else around, no Khonshu, no danger, no blood to shedâ just him resting in your arms, cherishing his turn at fronting without it being an emergency to protect his alters; just him living his life with you, taking the time to breathe. He could get used to it.
âI would love to see you come out more often,â you affirmed as he looked back at you. âI know itâs hard and Iâm not putting you under pressure butââ
ââYeahâ he nodded, pinching his lips. âI knowâ he said in a whisper as he dived to kiss your lips again, his fingers holding your chin while he did so. He pulled away, threading his fingers through your hair as he remained leaning over you. âTruth isâ I want you all the timeâ he said with a small grin growing at the corner of his mouth. âAll the fucking time.â he added through gritted teeth.
âWell⊠You can have me all you want nowâ you whispered with a small chuckle, and you knew from there that the atmosphere had changed. Jake stopped his kisses and stayed still for a moment. Did you break him?
â...Jake?â you called, confused at his silent state. Jake wasnât very talkative but this was strange.
â...All I want ?â he finally asked back, his dark eyes carefully examining your face.
You chuckled softly. âAll you want.â you affirmed, stroking the back of his neck.
A small smirk grew on his lips. âMmmh okay. Interesting. Very interestingâ he hummed as his hands met your hips, gently kneading the skin there before diving right back to your neck, leaving open mouthed, warm kisses there.
You almost choked on air at the sudden feeling of his teeth nipping at your skinâ you should have expected it, itâs Jake after all.
âJake!â you exclaimed, uncontrolled giggles escaping your mouth.
âI better take advantage of that free time then, mh?â he asked before kissing your cheek, tangling his legs with yours.
âYeah you betterâ you teased, only hoping all of this will get him to front more often.
It was only a matter of time before Jake finally felt legitimate fronting as much as Marc and Steven did.
â
moon knight taglist:
@apollo-enthusiast @scarabgrant @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt
Dinner date perhaps? đ
Oh, I missed reading about Bucky.
Poor Bucky, he's lost. But that's okay, she got confidence enough for both of them. Loved the story. Super cute đ„ș
đŻđ đšđ±đšđđŠ. bucky barnes x fem!reader
đ¶đ đ±đđšđđŠđČ. fluff, social anxiety, bucky being a nervous mess
SYNOPSIS. bucky falls head over heels for a girl at the market selling plums. after coming home, he tries to get any piece of advice on how to talk to a girl from his fellow teammates.
LENGTH. 1.940 words
MASTERLIST
Continuar lendo