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I really hate this man

Just realized the reason that the sparrow academy is the way it was is because Reginald is so much of a dick that he definetly went out of his was to pick different kids, and only got Ben cause he didn’t know him yet.

I’m screaming.

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I'm Not The Only One Part 2

Summary: The aftermath of your enemy Steve telling you that your boyfriend cheated on you.

Word Count: 2387

Note: Not revised. Part 1 here

As you walked up to Matt’s door, you were afraid of what might happen. You desperately wanted to speak to Robin about what happened but then Steve dropped a bomb on you. Instead of worrying about the Friday incident, you were not concerned your boyfriend was cheating on you. You really hoped that Steve was just being his usual asshole self, but the way he said it and the look in his eyes told you he was being sincere. So here you were, at Matt’s doorstep, knocking pathetically.

After a few moments that felt decades long, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend. His smile grew when he saw you and you nearly melted at the sight. “Hi baby,” he reached out for you.

“Baby?” You shook yourself out of your trance. “I’ve been calling you all weekend. Where have you been?”

“I just thought maybe you needed some time to cool off from Friday.” He shrugged. “You were really mad at me.”

“I think I had the right to be mad.” You scoffed.

“I mean come on Y/n, we’ve been dating for a month and you still haven’t let me kiss you.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

“Is that why you were kissing another girl after I left your house?” You question. “And don’t lie to me.”

“Look, Annalise called me to hang out and yeah we kissed but we’re not getting back together or anything. We can just forget it ever happened.” Matt reached a hand out to you.

“Are you insane? It may seem like no big deal to you but it is to me. That’s cheating.” You slap his hand away. “You’re unbelievable really.” You turn, heading back down the path. “Oh, and Grease is overdue, idiot.” You slam your car door as you finish getting in.

The first thing you can think of is to go see Eddie. You know his weird antics and personality can cheer you up in a heartbeat. The drive to his trailer is filled with the noise of sad ballads and your sleeved hand constantly wiping your eyes. Why were you crying? Matt was definitely not worth it and you knew that but you couldn’t help feeling worthless and unwanted.

As you park outside Eddie’s trailer, you look into the mirror and sigh. Your eyes were red, your hair was a mess, and your skin was sticky with old and new tears. You see Uncle Wayne on the porch, “Eddie, your little friend is here!”

You chuckle at his words and grab your bag before stepping out. Eddie rushes down the three steps and opens his long arms to engulf you. “Hey, come ‘ere.” He says quietly. You immediately enter his embrace and wrap your arms around his waist. “He’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed and lean your cheek against his chest. 

“You staying for dinner kiddo?” Wayne asks and you nod. “I’ll be heading to the store for food them. Be back in a bit.” Wayne gives Eddie a look.

“Let’s get you inside.” Eddie smiles and pulls you inside. “I can show you the new guitar strap that Dustin got me.”

-

Steve had called Eddie as soon as you left the store. He had filled him in on the entire situation.

“Okay so we’re going to go kick his ass right?” Eddie had told Steve through the phone.

“Eddie, you’re her friend. You have to do it.”

“Okay but you’re…meatier. I’m skinny. You’ve seen me shirtless. I need backup.” Eddie states. “Plus, someone has to comfort Y/n and I know it is impossible for you to be nice to her.”

“Hey, I can be nice.” Steve whines. “I was nice today.”

“Only because you had too.” Eddie snorts. “Look, you go kick his ass and I’ll go comfort Y/n.”

“I’m not kicking his ass alone Eddie.” Steve rolls his eyes. 

“How about neither of you kick his ass and both of you just go check on Y/n.” Robin adds, holding a box of new tapes. “Y/n is plenty capable of kicking Matt’s ass by herself.” 

“That’s true.” Steve laughs. “Well, I don’t think she’ll want to see me so… Eddie just take care of her okay? Let me know if she needs anything.” He ends the call after a few more moments, saying goodbye to Eddie.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” Robin laughs. “So so bad.”

“Robin.” Steve scolds. “I’m just being nice because she’s going through a tough time.”

“This could be what you need to start dating her. Swoop in to be her knight in shining armor or whatever.” Robin’s eyes light up. 

“Alright, that’s enough out of you.” Steve shakes his head, “I’m going on break.”

-

“So what did you tell Steve when he told you?” Eddie asks, sitting on the floor, rummaging through an old storage bin. You look down at him as you lay on your stomach across his bed, flipping through a magazine. 

“I mean, not much really. I basically interrogated him on what he saw and tried to verify if it was the truth.” You shrugged. “I seriously thought he was playing a joke on me.”

“I know he’s mean to you but not that mean. I think he likes you honestly.” Eddie bites his lip. “Imagine you and Harrington.” He ponders, “actually I think I almost threw up.”

“Shut up.” You toss a pillow in his direction. “He doesn’t like me. He can barely be in my presence. He said I was the Wicked Witch of the West, ya know?”

“If you’re the bad witch then I must be Glinda the good witch, huh?” Eddie raises a brow.

“Absolutely not. You have the hair to be Dorothy though.” You laugh. 

“I would look good in red sparkly heels and we both know it.” Eddie flips his hair off his shoulder. “But seriously, Harrington’s got the hots for you. He was all like,” Eddie switches his voice to mimic Steve’s. “‘Take care of my beautiful, wonderful future wife Y/n’ and ‘let’s kick Matt’s ass to avenge Y/n’s sweet soul’ and the best one ‘let me know if Y/n needs anything. And I mean anything Eddie.’” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

“He did not say any of that, you weirdo.” You toss another pillow at him. 

“You’re going to be pillowless in the next five minutes.” Eddie stands up to hit you in the head with the pillows, then stands a seat on the bed in the most obnoxious way making the entire bed bounce. “Remember when I first introduced you to the group? You thought Steve was cute. You even asked if he was single.”

“Which he technically wasn’t with all the dates he was going on.” You roll over onto your back. “I don’t know Eddie. Steve is cute but the past two years of bickering kinda just made me not really find him attractive.”

“Yeah yeah, I bet you’ll be dating or fucking by the end of the year.” Eddie lays beside you. “There’s so much sexual tension between you guys.”

“I hate you sometimes.” You laugh. “Let’s go see if Wayne needs our help.” You sit up and climb over him.

-

You had decided it would be a good time to thank Steve for looking out for you. It was Friday, only four days since you found out about Matt from Steve and confronted Matt yourself. As you walked up to Steve’s door, you remembered the last time you were here and how Steve had yelled at you. Maybe this was a bad idea. As you reached the porch of his house, you thought better and decided to just give him a call instead of your original plan. You turn back and start racing back to your car when you hear the door open.

“Y/n?” You hear. Your body freezes and you really wish you could just disappear.

Without turning around you reply with a quiet “Hey Steve.”

“You okay?” Steve asks, stepping out onto the porch after grabbing a jacket hanging near his door. “Did you just get off of work?”

“Um yeah, I just wanted to stop by to thank you.” You slowly turn around, scolding yourself mentally for not changing out of your uniform before coming to his place.

“Are those flowers? For me?” He points to the small bouquet in your hand. “You got me flowers?”

“Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to bring over. Robin said you were laying off the sweets so I didn’t bring any desserts over. I’m sorry this is stupid. I just wanted to say thank you for being so kind on Monday and throughout the week. I know you asked Eddie and Robin to keep you updated on me. I’m fine now. Really. So thank you.” You rush out, turning to leave. “Oh wait, here.” You turn back around and shove the flowers into his chest. “Bye. Thank you. I’m sorry. Bye.” You hug your body and run back to your car. He’s quicker than you, shutting the door just as you open it.

“Do you want to come in?” He searches for your eyes. “You look cold. I can make hot chocolate or something?” He offers, unsure. “Only if you want.”

“You sure?” You squint your eyes and meet his.

“Yeah, I wasn’t busy or anything. Just making some food.” He smiles softly. “There’s enough for two.” 

It’s his smile that has you immediately locking your car door and following him into his house. He waits for you to step inside his house before going in himself, like a gentleman. He shivers as he takes off his jacket. 

“I’m supposed to put the flowers in water right?” He sets the bouquet on the counter. You had momentarily forgotten about the flowers. Your cheeks flush with heat and somehow he senses your embarrassment. “You know, no one has ever gotten me flowers before? I don’t even think I have a vase.” He mumbles as he searches the cabinets. “You okay? You’re quiet. You know you can have a seat.” He looks up to see you still standing near the entryway to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be awkward.” You laugh.

“You’re not.” He assures. “We haven’t had a good relationship so it makes sense why this is weird.” He smiles again and holds a red tinted vase he found under the sink. “I found one.”

“Let me help you.” You offer, holding the vase as he runs the water. “So you’ve been on hundreds of dates and not one girl has given you flowers?”

“Surprisingly no. I guess it’s just the whole gender roles and norms. I hope I didn’t embarrass you, I was just surprised.” He turns the faucet off.

“Well, I’m glad I got them then. Robin wasn’t much help. She wanted me to get you a funny greeting card. There’s not really a card that says, ‘I know we hate each other but thanks for saving me from a potential shitty relationship.’” 

“I guess that’s true.” He shrugs. “You know I don’t hate you right? Slightly dislike but not hate.” He nudges your arm as he takes the vase and places it on the counter.  

“It sounded like you hated me when you told me to get out of Hawkins.” You start to unwrap the flowers. “I was never trying to replace you Steve. I just wanted to be part of the group. I hope you know that.”

“I still regret saying that to you. You looked so sad but instead of apologizing I just… I don’t know. I guess I thought it was better to be mean to you then accept the fact that the others liked you. I don’t know how much you know about me but I’m usually home alone and other than my friends, I don’t have anybody.” He says honestly, voice laced with sadness.

“You have me?” You offer. “Like moving forward? We could be friends. We can hang out without the mean comments and stealing my snacks.” 

“Even after everything I’ve done? You’d still want to be friends?” He looks down to his slippers. “I was a jerk.”

“Yeah you were. Especially by calling me a witch.” You laugh. He looks up at you and thinks it’s music to his ears. “I’m sorry for saying you have no heart and that you were a coward. Both of those aren’t true.”

“So I still have no brain?” He fakes being hurt. 

“I mean you can be pretty stupid.” You smile, “like that one time at the fair when you got the hot pickle and immediately spit it out because it was spicy.”

“I thought it was like, going to be hot in temperature.” He defends. 

“Who eats a warm pickle? Pickles are meant to be eaten cold.” You argue. 

“Yeah yeah, that was pretty stupid.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know, I regret not taking up your offer to ride the ferris wheel that day.”

“I saw that you wanted to go but no one would go with you. You kept looking up at the wheel and the lights of the rides made your eyes look so pretty. I just had to ask you.” You scoot closer to him, your sides touching as you busied yourself with separating the flowers. “But then you rejected me!” You nudged him this time.

“I’m sorry!” He covers his face. “I’m really sorry. Not just about that but everything else.” He says more quietly. 

“I’ve already forgiven you, Steve.” You start rearranging the flowers into the vase. “We’re good now. Promise.”

“Good.” He smiles down at you. “You hungry?” 

“Starving.” You step back to look at your work. “They look so pretty.”

“Yeah, they do.” Steve agrees, though his eyes are on you not the flowers. You turn to look at him. 

“You’re pretty too, Steve.” You bite your lip and take a seat at the kitchen island to distract yourself from the butterflies erupting inside your stomach. What was happening? You thought. How’d you go from hating each other to flirting?

Steve knew once he told Robin about his night, he wouldn’t be hearing the end of it. Enemies to lovers? Maybe, he was a cliche. He really didn’t mind that idea.

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I liked it a lot seriously. The innocence of Bucky saying things like "the only ass I own is yours" is cute and hot at the same time.

Also, I don't know if you prefer that I send you an ask for this, but can I be added to your Marvel tag list? Thanks! ☺️

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Thirst Tweets | Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and Bucky read the thirst tweets about him. 

A/N: I hope it’s okay that I tagged the people who gave me thirst tweets! I only chose a select few and the fic is them reacting to each one. Tweets are italicized. Also, I watched that video of Seb & Anthony reading thirst tweets for a little inspiration.  

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!! Warning: these are thirst tweets so a few get raunchy just to warn ya 

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“What are ‘Thirst.. thirst tweeters?” Bucky asks confused as he walks into the kitchen. 

“Um.. do you mean thirst tweets?” 

“Whatever.” He mutters, “Sam was talking about there was a bunch of people talking about me on twitter.” He hands the phone to you, still not used to technology, including social media. 

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if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher

I didn't know I needed a Rick!reader and Evelyn!Steven fanfic until now. Loved it!

I just re-watched The mummy (1999) and I couldn’t stop thinking about Steven Grant being Evelyn and a fem!reader being Rick, he’s just soooo like Evelyn but a little more shy, I’m so in love with him 😭 imagine fem!Rick just saving his ass over and over again while fighting against a mummy and him just knowing everything and reading hieroglyphs 🏺

MOON KNIGHT, THE MUMMY EDITION:

DOCTOR STEVEN GRANT

Nonny. This image you have planted in my head is gorgeous and I didn't want to let it go! I have no idea what the below is. But I hope you enjoy it and I did your idea justice.

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God he's so pretty.

Big brown wide eyes that could easily belong to a doe. The longest lashes you've ever seen on a man and you could easily get lost in the hypnotic way they flutter when he gets a bit flustered and looks up at you, apologizing for getting himself into danger, thanking you profusely for saving him from said danger.

Like the one he's currently gotten himself into.

Steven is screaming. A shrill and terrified sound.

Darting out your arm, you pull at the back of his collar hauling him back until his body gives and he's flung back dropping to the floor, on his ass.

One large step forward and you're standing in front, shielding his body with your own. Then you raise your rifle, steady your aim and pull the trigger at the rotting face that's howling with a demonic sound not of this world.

The bullet carves through its face, somewhere between where its eyes used to be, a crunch of a sound, like cereal being smoshed by a spoon. It doesn't sound right.

Not the sound of flesh and blood being teared into. Because there is none. Where there should be blood, guts and fluid, only shards of dust and bones are left behind in the air. Debris.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, looking up at you through those said gorgeous lashes, with grime, ash and specks of black thick tar-liek substance splattered across the soft material of his white shirt. "I really should have watched where I was going."

You lower your rifle, smoke still rising from the barrel as your eyes remain fixed on the ground at the dried up corpse in front of you two.

Unnatural.

The bandage wrapped hand is still twitching on the ground. Flashes of white bone and knuckles visible through the black-tarred dried up flesh of its hand. The space smells like burning tar.

You've taken dodgy jobs before, but this is something else.

This is what you get for accepting a "simple escorting job" making sure Doctor Steven Grant has a safe passage to Cairo for his thesis studies.

It had all seemed so easy. You were provided with a map, instructions and an exorbitant deposit payment up front, three times your usual rate, with a promise of double once everything was done and dusted. Not to say that you didn't have your doubts. Your contact had refused to divulge who the payer was, simply referring to the benefactor as the "Traveller" and you had almost called it then and there.

But then you were dragged to one of the reading rooms of the national library "just to meet him". You were greeted to the commotion of books tumbling down, and a man narly falling off one of the ladders, flailing with his arms like a baby bird learning to fly, had you not caught him in your very arms.

Catching doctor Steven Grant himself.

The first time you laid eyes on him, hair tussled, cheeks flustered pink with shocked-wide eyes that gazed up on you, you knew you were in trouble.

The man has no survival skills to speak of.

No preservation for that matter either. He simply says whatever seems to be on his mind. Honest to a fault, even to his own detriment.

Soft-spoken and polite, he's a far cry from the sorts of men that usually find their way in dodgy business and dangerous foreign excursions.

There was no way you could leave well enough alone. Couldn't let this man go out on his own into the deserts of Cairo, with what is practically a big sign around his neck that read: "I'm defenceless."

You had to protect him.

Besides, you're a capable mercenary, you've guided important figures in the country many times before. Politicians who were assassination targets, royalty who wanted an exotic location that you had to ensure did not have so much as a scratch on them on their return, criminals trying to evade the authorities. You've done it all.

Meanwhile here was this man. Thick-rimmed glasses permanently perched on his nose. That same nose constantly buried between the thick pages of some old dusty book he had carted in that beaten-up satchel bag slung across his shoulder.

So gentle in his nature, danger would surely stay out of their way for him. For god's sake, you've pretty sure you've seen him wave and greet the camels that were going to take you across the desert on more than one occasion.

How would a man like this, ever get caught up in danger for something as innocuous as a thesis study?

Naively, you had thought, what is the worst that could happen with a mousey professor?

Mummies. Cursed mummies. That's the worst that could happen.

"I'm sorry," he repeats again, with a sheepish expression on his face as he raises himself up on his knees, before standing. His hand reaches out towards your face, thumb swiping against your cheekbone and it sends an electric thrill that is sharper than the adrenaline you had coursing through your system mere seconds ago while facing up against otherworldly creatures from hell itself.

When his thumb comes away, there's blackish goo staining it, and he grimaces at it. "Are you alright, you're not hurt anywhere are you?"

He reaches into his satchel, pulling up a small animal pattern handkerchief and starts to meticulously wipe your face with it until the clean fabric is covered in what looks like black tar.

Wide brown eyes, filled with concern for you. Your heart has lodged itself in your throat and is trying to gallop its way out of your mouth.

This man is trouble.

God he's so fucking pretty though.

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I'm a very simple girl. Give me a playlist with Hamilton's and Six's songs and Moana's demos and Mary Poppins Returns soundtrack and I will be happy for the rest of my day.

LETS GOOOOOOOO

Mission save the princess will start!

do not chastise the dove (8) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: the last thing the boys are going to do is sit on their ass and wait for someone else to rescue you. 

word count: 4,248

warnings?: not proofread

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Ugh, James is the worse type of "friend".

So cute Eddie and y/n together and the ending was awesome ❤️

Forging a New Path

When your best friend ignores you for his girlfriend of the month one too many times, you open yourself up to a new friendship that eventually evolves into something more.

Words: 8.2K Author’s Note: Stranger Things AU - no Upside Down. Eddie will also be moving to Hawkins at the beginning of your and Robin’s senior year.

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summary: como pode um simples jogo causar tanta discussão e entretenimentos? para esses dois é muito mais do que um jogo, para os fãs é uma diversão, eles só não sabem o por trás dessa diversão.

paring: pipe otaño x fem!influencer! leitora [ bella campos como fc ]

writer: em português porque gringo nenhum entenderá brxarg e flamengo contra qualquer um na libertadores.

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O quarto estava imerso em uma atmosfera serena, com uma suave penumbra permeando o ambiente e criando uma sensação de tranquilidade, o barulho distante de algum pagode parecia até meio desconhecido e confuso, o leve barulho do ar condicionado sendo a única onda sonora presente dentro do quarto naquele momento. O calor residual do chuveiro preenchia o ar, misturando-se com o aroma fresco de sabonete e shampoo, o cheiro da maresia do mar, do corpo dele salgado pela água, das bebidas facilmente derramadas durante o dia, tudo parecia tão distante com os cheiros que saem da porta do banheiro presente no quarto. Pipe, recém-saído do banho, sentou-se na borda da cama, sua figura delineada pela luz suave que emanava do abajur ao lado. Uma toalha úmida estava amarrada de forma frouxa em torno de sua cintura, expondo os músculos esculpidos de seus ombros e braços. Gotas de água ainda escorriam de seus cabelos escuros, criando um brilho efêmero à medida que caíam sobre o lençol, ele estava perdido no brilho de seu celular, os dedos deslizando pela tela enquanto navegava por suas redes sociais. Inicialmente, sua expressão era tranquila, os lábios curvados em um leve sorriso enquanto ele consumia o conteúdo digital e cantarola, da maneira mais errada impossível, a música distante, seu sotaque sumindo por entre os murmúrios da batida da música . No entanto, toda essa serenidade logo deu lugar a uma repentina expressão de crescente irritação. As sobrancelhas de Pipe se contraíram em um franzir de frustração, seus lábios se apertaram em uma linha tensa.

Com um gesto brusco, ele lançou o celular para longe de si na cama, como se quisesse se livrar da fonte de sua irritação. O dispositivo quicou levemente sobre o colchão antes de se estabilizar em um canto, sua tela ainda iluminada com mensagens incomodativas. queebra, não foi você quem comprou., não demorou muito para Felipe se virar em direção a voz, observando a porta do banheiro, a figura de sua namorada emergiu do vapor, envolta em uma toalha macia. A luz suave destacava os contornos de sua pele, realçando sua beleza natural. Gotículas de água ainda adornavam sua pele, refletindo a luz com um brilho suave e etéreo. Ela estava ocupada, secando delicadamente os cabelos com outra toalha, os fios úmidos se enrolando em torno de seus dedos. Ao notar a expressão de frustração de Pipe, sua namorada se aproximou com uma expressão de preocupação, suas feições suaves revelando seu carinho pelo parceiro.

“O que aconteceu, paixão? o river perdeu de novo? não fica assim, você sabia que eles eram ruins quando começou a torcer.” sua voz carregava um deboche absoluto, um irônia que não chegava ao seu olhar de preocupação, naquele momento sua meta era distrair a cabeça de seu namorado, não de diminuir o time do coração dele, mesmo que ela jamais perderia uma única oportunidade de fazer tal coisa. Uma risada nasalada foi a única coisa que pipe deixou escapar, junto de uma forte revirada de olhos enquanto suas mãos rapidamente iam de encontro com a cintura de sua namorada, deixando um forte aperto no lugar. “Isso é por causa do post do Agus?” ela tornou a perguntar, sentindo seu namorado abraçar sua cintura por completo dessa vez, encostando a cabeça na barriga dela com certa delicadeza, deixando o forte cheiro dos inúmeros produtos de cosméticos invadirem suas narinas, enquanto fechava os olhos e murmurava um breve não

“então não tem nada haver com o post e todos os seus fãs acharem que eu estava assumindo ele?” Suas mãos deslizavam suavemente pelos cabelos molhados de Pipe, acariciando-os com ternura enquanto ele descansava sua cabeça em sua barriga. Os olhos do argentino ergueram-se para encontrar os dela, um leve bico emburrado presente nos lábios do mesmo. Seus lábios curvaram-se em um sorriso debochado enquanto sua sobrancelha se ergueu levemente, o observando atentamente. Conhecia bem Felipe, sabia bem como funcionava a possessividade dele, foram quatro anos, uma pandemia, um filme, muita perda de peso e muitos jogos de futebol, dentro desse relacionamento. Ela conhecia cada mínimo detalhe muito bem.

Para Pipe, não havia lugar mais reconfortante do que nos braços dela, onde ele se sentia verdadeiramente em casa. Era um lugar onde ele podia deixar de lado suas preocupações e simplesmente se perder na sensação reconfortante de seu toque. E ali, com o queixo apoiado suavemente em sua barriga, ele sentia-se completo, como se nada mais importasse além da presença dela ao seu lado.

“só acho meio desaforo ele publicar suas fotos, como se vocês fossem um casal e mais desaforo ainda essas seguidoras ignorarem minha presença ali . . .” falou, escondendo o rosto novamente, a ponta de seu nariz brincando levemente com a barra da toalha, tentando encontrar um pouco de pele por entre o tecido úmido da toalha. pelo menos não estamos lidando com carlitos paez se envolvendo no relacionamento mais. Pipe riu, se lembrando quando começaram as inúmeras suposições sobre o tipo dos meninos do cast, e como havia virado piada entre o casal. Nunca foram as loiras, sempre foi carlitos paez ele falou, sua voz abafada pelo rosto ainda escondido na namorada, ambos sabiam, nunca foram as loiras, Pipe tinha algo pelo brasil, pelo desafio e pela namorada dele. A ideia de que os fãs acham que é outra pessoa amando ela do jeito que ele ama o fez gemer de raiva, puxando a namorada para mais próximo.

“pipe, foi você quem o chamou para manter as aparências e você quem deu a liberação pra ele causar um caos no fandom.” a menina falou, segurando a risada, e se esforçando ao máximo para não cair no colo de seu namorado a cada novo puxão ou movimento do mesmo. Ela não mentiu, Pipe havia chamado Agus para o Brasil, sabia que naquele momento o Lain não estava muito amigável com as Argentinas e passava horas elogiando as brasileiras, principalmente pelo carinho e a compreensão que elas o entregavam, Pipe achou que seria uma boa ideia, sua namorada tinha amizades e ela gostava do Agus o suficiente para aceitar apresentar essas amizades, não como conheceu Matias e quase excluiu as amizades de seus contatos para que o Recalt não as encontrasse, mas Pipe nunca pensou que se sentiria tão incomodado vendo comentários do amigo no perfil da namorada, ou vendo seus fãs torcendo para que os dois ficassem juntos, e ele certamente não esperava que Agus levasse o caos tão a sério.

"Sua mente fugiu de novo, amor", ela disse suavemente, seu tom tranquilizador ecoando no quarto. "Desligue o celular e concentre-se no presente, meu bem, e outra . . .", com um toque suave e delicado, a mão dela deslizou dos cabelos de Pipe até suas bochechas, como se traçasse um caminho de carinho e conexão. Seus dedos roçaram suavemente contra a pele macia do rosto dele, transmitindo conforto e amor. Com um movimento gentil, ela ergueu seu rosto, incentivando-o a encontrar seu olhar. “Você pode sempre se vingar, o quarto dele é aqui do lado e podemos comemorar do mesmo jeito que comemoramos a Argentina acabar com a França no Qatar. . . e depois podemos só assumir tudo”, um sorriso ladino começou a tomar conta do rosto de Pipe, iluminando seus olhos com uma centelha travessa de diversão. Enquanto sua namorada erguia seu rosto para encontrá-la, ele sentia o calor reconfortante de seu toque e a doçura de seu olhar, mas também a energia leve e divertida que sempre parecia surgir entre eles. De repente, como se impulsionado por um impulso irresistível, uma de suas mãos deslizou para a coxa macia dela, aconchegando-se ali com ternura e possessividade ao mesmo tempo. Eu te amo pra caralho, garota, ele murmurou, finalmente puxando a toalha que escondia o corpo que ele tanto desejava da visão dele.

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yourusername já são quatro anos aguentando o River e o hino da Argentina apenas para provar para as hermanas que nunca fueran las rubias, siempre fueran las brasileñas ( e o carlitos paez ).

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snthinker MEU dEUS???

pipelaiinfc não o d minúsculo

gusgusthinkeer 4 ANOS???

aguslainn Ai caralho, finalmente também né, não aguentava mais

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franromerofran Não sei porque, mas eu realmente sinto que devemos sentir pena dos ouvidos do Agus

matiasrecalt f no chat pelos ouvidos do divo agustinpardella f santivacanarvaja f feliperamusiomora f kuku.esteban f vogrincicenzo por que "f"? blaspolidorii também não entendi, ele morreu? aguslainn eu durmo no quarto ao lado blaspolidorii caramba, muito coração roxo e muitas forças pra você vogrincicenzo ainda não entendi a do f

vongriciccunt A SOCIEDADE NOS COMENTÁRIOS NA MORAL

kukuthinkeer o desespero deles é tanto que sinto que já passaram pelo o que Agus ta passando

yourusername Argentino é tudo dramático. aguslainn nunca mais aqueles sons sairão da minha cabeça, eu serei assombrado e aterrorizado pelo resto da minha simples vida até o fim dos tempos. yourusername não disse?

carlitospaezr já te disse que precisamos conversar sobre quem fica por quanto tempo com ele.

yourusername desculpa, sogro

pipegonzalezotano são quatro anos de pano de chão de graça, muitos gritos e viagens para o lado do sol apenas para provar para os boludos que até nisso eles perdem pra Argentina

yourusername mermão eu vou te bater, se liga

pipegonzalezotano espero que venham muito mais e que eu finalmente possa usar a aliança e a chave reserva que estão na cabeceira da minha cama

yourusername pera o que????? yourusername felipe volta aqui

pipegonzalezotano te amo muito, nena

yourusername eu te amo muito mais, meu amor pipegonzalezotano impossível, eu amo mais do que você yourusername perdedores não amam mais que vencedores pipegonzalezotano quem ganhou a última copa ama mais yourusername eu vou me tacar na frente de um ônibus na sua frente yourusername quem tem mais copas e mais libertadores ama mais HA pipegonzalezotano eu vou te mostrar quem ama mais

aguslainn EU não aguento mais.

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