Summary: Como Pode Um Simples Jogo Causar Tanta Discussão E Entretenimentos? Para Esses Dois é Muito

SIX NEW IN THE HEIGHTS POSTERS!! I'M SOOO EXCITED FOR IT!

I have a soft spot for fanfics where y/n is cheated on and Bakugou takes care of her 😭🥰

TIME TO LEAVE

paring -> t.shouto x f!reader, t.shouto x momo yaoyorozu

an -> i promised small fics here n there while I work on ‘his safe space’, so here is a little something, check out the m.list. this shot has no happy ending.

summary -> you finally came to a conclusion you should have thought about doing a while ago.

warnings -> cheating, crying, jealousy, cursing, tell me if I missed any!

there he was, you were looking at him from the kitchen counter. so tall, so strong, so handsome, but you don’t know if you can call him yours anymore.

You had married the third ranked pro hero three years ago, the two of you had finally achieved your little dream since U.A, you had promised each other that you’d marry each other when you both became pros.

After graduation, both started working for a hero before your husband, shouto todoroki, had opened his own hero agency that had been very successful lately, and soon after that married you and hired you at his agency as a personal assistant.

You didn’t mind, not one bit, you had finally gotten your dream man, worked at his company with a big salary, the two of you bought a large house, in conclusion it was going well for the first two years.

But since last year his mood had changed, he does not care for your pleasure as he did before in bed, he does not give you that ‘watch what you’re eating’ or the ‘be careful on your way back’ anymore. He does not kiss you good morning, goodnight or goodbye. You barely go on dates and conversations with him has been very awkward lately, you have no idea if it’s because of his job, his hero work, him personally or if it’s just you. you sincerely hope it is not the last one.

“Shouto! I made dinner while you were out.” You called out for him, no answer. “Shouto!!” You tried again, “not hungry right now.” he said as he shut the bedroom door after him. You don’t know what to do anymore. ‘Not hungry, not in mood, don’t want this, don’t want that’ you’re growing sick and tired of his behaviour.

You figured he was tired of the extra work he was doing at the office on a Saturday afternoon, you decided to eat dinner by yourself for the millionth time this month, you sat on the islands chair and picked up your spoon before you received a message from your high school best friend, and enemy, katsuki Bakugou.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, have you seen the news today? ]

YOU

[ the news? no haven’t check it today? Why did something serious happen? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ yeah, if you consider cheating something serious. ]

YOU

[ cheating, Bakugou what the fuck happened? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ go check the news for yourself it’s all over the place ]

You exited the message app and right to the news app to check the latest news, and right then you saw your husbands face as the thumbnail of the top article, quickly enough you clicked on it as you read the title.

PRO-HERO SHOUTO AND CREATI? JUST REGULAR HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS OR AN AFFIRE?

You could feel the way your heart sank, you read the date of the article, today, at 14:07, shouto only arrived at home half an hour ago and it’s 17:10 at the moment, both your husband and your high school ‘friend’ momo, had been dressing up very casually, she was wearing a black tank top that showed her breasts so well with a pair of blue jeans and she had her hair up and jewellery decorating her ears, neck, and fingers, she looked so put up together. While shouto..was wearing the same clothing that he walked in with earlier.

You walked to the enter way and took a smell of his jacket and it had a feminine scent, he had been with her. Which means that he had lied to you earlier about working at the office. But why would he lie, you wouldn’t have minded if it was a friendly meet up or something, right? Right?

Wrong, cause you knew that since high school, momo had a crush on the hot and cold hero, he was so nice to her, he cared for her and wished her the best and she loved him whole heartedly throughout the three years of highschool, and when you and shouto started dating he told you that at some point in his second year of school he had genuine feelings for yaoyorozu. You felt like you had come in between their lives, and you felt like you were someone that was chosen randomly but shouto. It should have been her. Before you could think further, your phone dinged again.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, did you forget that I was waiting for you? ]

YOU

[ sorry, heh, I know what you mean right now. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ how are you feeling? ]

YOU

[ not so good. I knew that both of them had feelings for each other at some point and I figured that they both had moved on clearly I was wrong and I didn’t think it would hurt this much. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ it’s fine idiot, it’s not your fault and that’s for sure, if anything it’s their fault, im not sure if they’re meeting each other behind your back, who knows it might not be the first time. All you need to know is not to give in until you’re 100% sure okay? ]

YOU

[ thanks for those words, didn’t know you had the capability to comfort someone. ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ shut up, friends got each others back, isn’t that right? Remember what I told you? Go and talk to half and half bastard or whatever, call me if shit actually goes down, see ya. ]

YOU

[ thanks Bakugou, I will. Bye bye ]

You shut your phone and walked to you and your husbands shared bedroom, you walked in the door to see him laying on the bed reading a book, you sat yourself on the chair and looked at him. “Shouto, can we talk?” You asked politely, “anything wrong?” He asked, just the same at he used to ask you if anything was wrong after you fail an exam in U.A, thought it is not with the same amount of kindness, “yeah, where have you been today?” You asked nervously, but also dying to hear his answer, “with yaoyorozu, at the nearby restaurant.” He stated calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in this world, “but you told me today morning that you had some paper work at the office, and therefore we had to cancel our date.” You asked him passionately.

“That’s correct, I did lie, I’m sorry for that, but I lied because I thought you were going to take the wrong idea of me meeting her.” He said as he put his book away, clearly growing more annoyed, so you decided to state the following calmly, “don’t go think for yourself what I take the wrong idea or not. If you had told me it was a friendly meet up I wouldn’t have mind.”

“Alright I am sorry y/n.” He said as he looked T you while crossing his arms over his chest, “what were the two of you doing at the restaurant,” you asked as you reflected his body gestures, “we were celebrating her birthday so I invited her out.” He stated, her birthday? He dropped the date, lied to you just to take her to the fanciest restaurant to celebrate her birthday? He went to celebrate Yaoyorozu’s birthday but forgot yours.

you fell in deep silence thinking about this he prioritises her and her birthday more that your own and your date. Isn’t he supposed to be your husband, and on your side? Why is he doing this?

“H-how long have you been meeting her?” You asked, slowly, calmly with a low voice. “Huh?” He said in a sassy way, “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MEETING HER?” You were now telling you stood up from your chair and walked to him, “answer me.”

“What do you mean how long have I been meeting her. We just celebrated her birthday together?” He asked before he slowly got up too. “Huh? What about when you gave her a free ride home? Or when you took her to the fanciest dessert place in town on Valentine’s Day when I spent the entire day to make homemade chocolate for you? Or what about you when you both laugh at each others jokes and kick each others arms, and what about the look on your face when you are with her that I never seen on your face when you are with me huh?” You heart wasn’t quite emptied even after this, and you refused to let the tears fall.

“And what about when I spend the entire day to make your favourite soba only to find out that she had taken you to a fancy ass Japanese traditional restaurant and booked a hotel room for the two of you. And what about you lied about all the extra days at the office to get your dick wet?” The tears were rolling down your cheering right now, “and what about when you forgot my own birthday but you don’t forget hers and cancel our date to see her.” You said before you stepped away from him. “H-how do you know about all of this?” He said in complete shock, “I may have an unloyal husband but I have loyal friends who see you everywhere, Midoriya and ochaco saw you at the hotel, denki saw you at the soba restaurant, Sero and Mina and Kirishima see at the agency and Jirou and tokoyami see in the streets and Bakugou saw you today.” You finished before pulling the expensive diamond right from your finger, “wait y/n, before you do that, let me explain myself. We never did anything together and we have never met like this before—“ “look at the news.” He was quite, “what did you say?” He asked “open your fucking phone and look at the news,” you yelled, shouto pulled out his phone and started scrolling through endless articles about him and creati, “y/n, these are all for clickbates and views, you shouldn’t believe what you see on the news.” He said, trying to ease the situation.

“You know what, telling me the truth, would hurt me less than what the hell you’re doing right now.” You said before whipping your tears completely off your face, “ I know the two of you had a crush at each other at some point. And I’m probably just some filler woman in your life, you should have married her, divorcing me or telling me how you genuinely feel would hurt me a lot less than this to he honest.” You told him, “I actually did have feelings for her and I think I catches them again last year after watching yaoyorozu participating in the hero sports show, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier and I’m sorry for making your life a leaving hell for the part year, I complete understand if you want to divorce me or not to forgive me but I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry.” He stated.

“Did you ever actually have feelings for me, or did you just bury them using me to avoid destroying the two of you friendship during U.A?” You asked and the room was met with dead silence, you smiled sadly before placing your wedding ring in his hand, “you could have just told me about you catching feelings or meeting her, or even better that you never loved me in the first place and it would have saved me so much time. I’m not going to forgive Todoroki.” You said so much before walking out the room, you stepped into the kitchen and pulled out your phone from your pocket with shaky hands and called Bakugou.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is it alright with you if I stay with you for a couple of days, before I find a new house.”

“Y/n, im picking you up, pack your stuff.”

And just like that he hanged up, you walked up again to the bedroom, to see that todorki had left the room to god knows where, you pulled out your suitcase and started stuffing clothing from the closet, 2 bras, 2 pairs of pyjamas, all of your underwear, t shirts and jeans, you put most important skin care products in a bang and plopped it inside the suit case and well as a bag of your most used make up, you brought a towel, hair brush and a thin blanket and a pair of socks, it would be enough for the main while you thought. You got dressed up in a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirts before you carried the suit case and headed to the front door. You wore your sneakers before you heard your husbands—ex-husbands voice from behind.

“Where are you going?” He asked you, almost concerned. “Im staying somewhere else, I’ll come pack my other stuff soon, and I’ll send you the divorce papers soon.” You said coldly, “y/n. Please let’s not do this, let’s talk this over and come to a conclusion together shall we?” He said with a bit of hope, “there is nothing to talk about you said what you had yo say and I did so too. If there was a conclusion we could come to together we should have done that a while ago. I think it’s my time to leave, Todoroki, I should have done that a while ago.” You said as the tears were falling again, you opened the door to see Bakugou’s car waiting for too, whej he saw you he got out of the car and helped you in before he put your suitcase at the back of the car, he threw a mean glance at shouto before he got in and started driving.

“Don’t even think about it, that bastard didn’t deserve you anyways. You can cry all you want to me.”

"He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth"

Omg 🤣🤣 an awesome way to start a friendship 🤣🤣

"You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years."

Eddieeeeee, hi!

Steve and y/n kissed, omgggg. But why when y/n is going to other place?? Steeve, why you didn't something before?? Omg, the ending was sad and frustrating 😭 can't wait for the next chapters. Can I please be added to the tag list? I'm loving your writing! ❤️

timing's a bitch (s.h) - 1/5

s u m m e r ' 8 6

"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)

You made Steve Harrington cry the first time you met him.

He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth, promising that if he ever touched your pet worm again (his name was Sherm, if you were wondering) that he would pay. After some negotiation and charm from his part - and the promise that he wouldn't make his parents call yours - you had become best friends. You brought balance to one another's lives, even from a young age. Steve was always a little more calculated and thoughtful in his actions, sticking to the sidelines at playtime and always worrying about his hair. You, meanwhile, had always run headfirst into danger, with scrapes on your knees and glue in your hair. Ying and yang.

You never left Steve's side and he never left yours. Things came close when the popularity really got to his ego in sophomore year, but it was nothing a whack across the head couldn't fix. The threat of telling every person at Hawkins High about his Farah Fawcett hairspray secret also very quickly humbled him. He owed you a lot of apologies after that phase.

Things were better than ever by the time graduation rolled around. It hadn't really hit either of you that this was it; that Hawkins High would no longer be your world. It was scarier for you than it was for Steve because he knew deep down that he had probably peaked in high school. He had no college lined up; while you'd gone and gotten yourself a full scholarship to NYU, all he'd done was argue with his parents about his grades and why they wouldn't foot the bill for him to follow you to the city. The world was about to become bigger and scarier. The prospect of you being thousands of miles away only made it worst.

"Just one year," Steve begged, "just take one year out. The new mall is gonna be hiring loads of people and you can save up a butt ton before you go to college-"

"- I am not taking a year out, Steve!" you exclaimed. Reaching across the center console, you gave his chest a whack. "I worked my ass off the last four years so that I have enough money to go now."

"Okay, don't think about money then. Think about..."

He paused, trailing off.

"Think about what?"

"Spending time with me before I go?" he meekly asked. "We can have loads of fun! Just me and you, y'know, having one final year together before you leave me forever."

You groaned. "Steve, we've had all summer together. Also, I'm not leaving you! I'll be home literally every few weeks."

He forced a smile, eyes focusing on the road ahead. This was his last two days with you before you moved and he didn't want to spend it being sad. It was just that his heart ached in a way he never thought it would. A thousand times more than when his parents didn't show for graduation; even more than when Nancy Wheeler left him.

Steve's glance flickered over to the photo tucked away into his rearview mirror. It was a Polaroid taken over the summer; you and Steve were stood between your parents, armed wrapped around each other as you were grinning in your caps. Maybe his parents hadn't shown for him on graduation, but yours sure had, with flowers and hugs and affection for you both. Hell, they probably wouldn't have minded if he moved into your room once you were at college. It was definitely something he thought about.

"Summer doesn't feel like enough," he muttered. "Doesn't it scare you that things are changing?"

"Of course it does," you replied. "Change isn't always bad though. Things can't always stay the same, Stevie. Me staying home an extra year isn't gonna delay the inevitable."

Steve glanced in his wing mirror, indicating off the highway and pulling into your driveway. You'd had to beg him to come and help you pack; even though he'd acted like he didn't want to, he was secretly delighted at the idea. In fact, he was secretly delighted at spending any time with you.

After yelling a quick hi! to your parents, you both bounded up the stairs and into your bedroom. It was pretty much stripped now, years worth of blue tack and marks and scuffs on the wall. Your entire childhood packed neatly away into boxes; some for college, some for the attic, some for the dump. Steve in particular was drawn to the pile of photos on your nightstand. It was you and him through the years - some were a little dog-eared and frayed, but the two little kids smiling back at him never faltered.

He put them down and glanced over at you. You were sat on the bed now, having discarded your clothes for a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies. He'd leant that to you last year after a day at the lake - naturally, you'd gone running in totally unplanned in your clothes. He'd stood at the side the entire time, too scared of getting his hair wet.

That had always been one of his regrets; holding back. Not just the day at the lake, but the time you'd gone tree climbing and waved to him whilst he waited at the bottom. The time you rode all the big coasters at Coney Island and smiled at him as you went by. You were always going a thousand miles an hour and Steve just fucking stood there, waving as time passed him by. And now you were about to loop-de-loop right away from him.

He watched as you frowned in concentration, hands scrawling away at a messy to-do list. Pack, buy new toothbrush, apply for job, find class schedule. It was the most organised he'd ever seen you.

"You're being awfully quiet," you commented without even looking up. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing's on my mind."

"Steve, please," you scoffed. "You've been my best friend for fourteen years. Don't try and act like you're not deep in thought about something. What is it? A car? A girl-"

"- kind of," he said. "I was thinking about...us."

You peered up at him, eyebrows creasing. "Us?"

"Yeah. Don't you think we're pretty great?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "You're my best friend, Steve. Nothing will ever change that."

Steve sighed to himself. Wasn't that the whole problem? You were friends. Best, best fucking friends. And even though it was no secret that you yourself had little thoughts and feelings about him, they never seemed to overlap. You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years. Then by the time that ended, Steve was onto his next fling.

And now you were going away. Maybe that's why he was yearning.

"Nothing at all?"

You frowned. "Nothing."

"Not even this?"

To be honest, Steve wasn't really thinking straight. Plagued by nothing but regret and hankering, he threw aside your to-do list and dove across the bed. His hands found your waist, pulling you towards him with might. It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on; even though his actions took you by surprise, you still tangled a hand in his hair when his lips came down on yours, the other finding it's way to the loop of of his best.

He pulled you closer, tongue slipping inside your mouth. You didn't mean to let out a gentle moan as he did, but fuck. Steve Harrington was a good kisser and it was annoying that all those rumours you'd tried to ignore in high school were true.

Steve sat up, pulling you into his lap. He moved his lips from yours, moving down to just below your ear. You didn't protest, instead dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

It wasn't until there was a knock at your door that you both jumped.

The sound was like a cold bucket of water over your head, snapping you back to reality. Fuck. You'd just made out with Steve. He had never been the King of Hawkins high to you; he was the kid that tried to kill Sherm over a decade ago. The same kid who got yellow braces because he thought they looked cool. The same kid that secretly cried every time Vienna by Billy Joel came on the radio.

"Honey, how's packing going?" your mum called. "I'm going to the landfill early tomorrow so make sure that you-"

"- yeah, I will!" you cut her off, trying to catch your breath. "Thanks, mum!"

There was the fall of footsteps as she walked away, leaving you and your best friend to sit there and deal with the consequences of your actions. You were still sat in Steve's lap, cheeks warm with something that wasn't quite embarrassment. His chest was heaving in time with yours, eyes refusing to break your gaze.

"What the fuck did we just do?" you asked.

"I...uh...I kissed you. And you kissed me back, and then I put my hand here and you put yours there and-"

"- it was a rhetorical question!" you exclaimed. "Oh my god, I'm still sat in your lap."

Rolling off of him, you landed on the bed next to Steve. You immediately pulled your hood up, tugging on the strings so that it tightened around your cheeks and hid your face. The worst part of all this was that you'd enjoyed it. Had the universe - in the form of your mother - not interfered, you had no doubt in your mind that you probably would have fucked your best friend. That certainly was a jarring revelation.

"Did you..." you began, but then paused. "Had you thought about doing that for a long time?"

"Yeah, I guess," Steve admitted. "Not like constantly but there's been moments over the last few years. And then I saw you sitting there in my clothes and we're about to say goodbye and-"

"- no we're not, Steve," you grumbled. "Because I'm going to see you at Christmas, and then like every weekend after that, and...Jesus Christ. Was that meant as an impulsive thing or an actual thing?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't kiss my best friend of fifteen years just for one night. I could go out to a shitty bar downtown and find anyone for that."

"Why now?"

"Can you blame a guy for shooting his shot?" Steve tried to joke, but you didn't laugh "I mean...yeah. Maybe I was thinking about you and I being more than you and I. It seems dumb now."

"Your timing is fucking awful, Steve Harrington," you gave him a small smile, gently running a hand over his face. "You could have asked me at any point before now and I would have said yes."

"But?"

"But I'm moving half way across the fucking country in two days!" you exclaimed. "You're my best friend and I love you but our lives are about to change. The stakes are too high and you are far too important for me to risk losing, okay?"

Steve smiled, giving you a nod. It could have been worse - it could have been a straight up no. A why fuck would I ever love you? or a broken nose. It was still rejection, but it was just...timing. Bad timing. Maybe he just had to wait.

He was okay with that.

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paring: enzo, matias & agustin x fem!youtuber!leitora summary: sua viagem para espanha com certeza foi uma aventura, uma a qual você apenas se arrepende de não recordar. writer: deixando aqui o primeiro de mamma mia, espero que gostem.

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sua amiga ( amora ): quer contar pros seus seguidores o que você fez na Espanha?

você 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 não 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 três homens lindíssimos para me divertir por pelo menos uma noite . . . você se arrependeria?

sua amiga ( amora ): isso mesmo que ela deixou entender, ela não sabe quem é o pai, ela nem mesmo lembra dos pretendentes e possíveis papais

bom, agoras vamos atrás de aguls testes e tentar colocar um nome nos possíveis papais, me arrependo apenas de não estar sóbria o suficiente durante minha estadia na Espanha . . . foram noites que realmente precisavam ser lembradas, parece até aquele seu filme favorito

sua amiga ( amora ): você vivendo mamma mia, apenas atitudes de diva nessas férias, me leve da próxima vez

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À medida que Enzo continuava a massagear a perna da garota, ele se deixava levar pelas sensações 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 expressão 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 não podia deixar de notar a beleza que emanava dela. Seus pensamentos vagueavam para além da superfície física, 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 trás daquela aparência encantadora.

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A viagem de Enzo para a Espanha foi uma aventura que ele jamais imaginou que o levaria a um encontro tão significativo. Quando decidiu embarcar nessa jornada, estava buscando novas experiências 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 não esperava encontrar alguém que o deixasse tão cativado e conectado em um lugar tão distante de sua casa.

Desde o momento em que colocou os pés em solo espanhol, Enzo se viu imerso em um mundo completamente novo. As ruas estreitas, os aromas tentadores da culinária local e a cadência melódica do idioma espanhol o envolveram em uma atmosfera vibrante e acolhedora. Ele se permitiu mergulhar de cabeça nessa experiência, 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 atraído pela energia contagiante dela. À medida que conversavam, Enzo se surpreendeu com a facilidade com que se entendiam, apesar das diferenças culturais e linguísticas.

O tempo parecia voar enquanto eles trocavam histórias, 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 tão rapidamente por alguém que acabara de conhecer. À 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 agradável; ela era uma alma afim, alguém com quem ele poderia se conectar em um nível 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 extraordinário.

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 não pôde conter um sorriso travesso. Seus lábios roçavam suavemente contra a pele dela, enviando arrepios pelo seu corpo. Ele podia ouvir as risadinhas dela, música para seus ouvidos, enquanto suas mãos buscavam por áreas sensíveis para provocar mais risos.

As cócegas se transformaram em uma brincadeira divertida entre os dois, cada toque provocando risadas contagiantes. Enzo se deliciava com os sons melodiosos que escapavam dos lábios dela, uma sinfonia de alegria e cumplicidade que preenchia o quarto de hotel. Enquanto continuavam nesse jogo de carícias e risadas, Enzo sentiu-se completamente à vontade na presença dela. Não havia espaço para preocupações ou inibições, apenas a pura alegria de estar junto a alguém 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 lábios se aproximavam dos dela. Cada centímetro 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 início, um toque de lábios que transmitia toda a ternura e afeto que ele sentia por ela. Mas à medida que o calor do momento se intensificava, o beijo se aprofundava, tornando-se uma expressão ardente de desejo e paixão. Enzo se entregou completamente ao momento, perdendo-se nos lábios macios e no sabor doce dela. Cada movimento era uma dança perfeita de sincronia e harmonia, uma fusão de duas almas que se encontravam em meio ao turbilhão de emoções.

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fourtooommy Eu amo ela nessa viagem

yummyseunome segunda parte da viagem, ela estará 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?

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pardellabbg VOCÊ TAMBÉM???

missrecalt NÃO É POSSÍVEL

gonzagacarloos um dia você, outro dia o Enzo???

beetyytrival eu conheço essa pessoa

kukuthinker O QUE TEM NO AR DA ESPANHA?

archivelatinos EUROPEIA SÉRIO????

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javvogrinciccc GOSTOSO, com todo respeito a sua nova namorada

kukuthinkeer você ficando chapado com um novo alguém 😫

matiasrecalt agora pronto, espero que esteja se divertindo, porque depois é você que vai ficar com o Enzo e coração partido dele

franromerofran aqui, é verdade que uma menina saiu antes do Enzo acordar depois deles dormirem juntos? O kuku não sabe contar fofoca direito

luvsimonthinker Espanha tá divertida divo?

pardellassswifey FOI ELA QUEM TIROU ESSA FOTO?

Agustin e a garota se encontravam em uma praia paradisíaca e secreta, praticamente vazia, a pessoa mais próxima deles juntava suas coisas para ir embora a pelo menos 1 minuto de caminha da de distância, ou mais, onde o sol dourado pintava o cenário 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 biquíni preto que realçava sua pele bronzeada, e um boné verde que protegia seus olhos do brilho intenso do sol. Com um sorriso nos lábios, 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 verão 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 expressão 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 única e envolvente. Entre uma tragada e outra, Agustin se deliciava com a cena à sua frente, absorvendo não apenas a fumaça do cigarro, mas também 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 à medida que a tarde avançava e o sol começava a se pôr no horizonte, eles se encontravam imersos não apenas no livro, mas também 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 padrões 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 páginas.

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 saíam 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 fictícia e a realidade palpável do momento. Cada respiração, cada batida do coração, parecia ecoar em harmonia com as palavras do texto, criando uma sinfonia de sensações e emoções.

Enquanto as palavras do livro fluíam suavemente entre eles, Agustin sentiu o impulso irresistível de explorar a pele macia da garota sob seus lábios. Com delicadeza, ele começou a distribuir beijos suaves atrás da orelha dela, onde a pele era especialmente sensível, causando arrepios que dançavam ao longo de sua espinha. Os beijos lentamente desciam pelo pescoço, trilhando um caminho de carícias ardentes até alcançarem o ombro dela. Cada toque era uma promessa de prazer, uma expressão silenciosa de desejo que se materializava na forma dos lábios de Agustin contra sua pele.

À medida que as carícias 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 sensações, fazendo com que ela se entregasse ao momento de prazer e brincadeira. Entre beijos e risos, eles se encontravam perdidos em seu próprio mundo de intimidade e diversão, onde a literatura e o desejo se entrelaçavam de maneira irresistível. E enquanto o livro continuava esquecido, eles se entregavam ao calor do momento, saboreando cada instante juntos com uma paixão avassaladora.

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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 MÃE VOLTE AS CRIANÇAS SENTEM SUA FALTA

otanoloveers gente, alguém mais ta acompanhando a viagem dos meninos do cast pra espanha está pensando o mesmo que eu?

recaaltmeumarido como assim? otanoloveers você andou vendo os stories? olha o do matias agora e veja a timeline desta diva aqui

marimarina um sonho

recaltweed último dia da diva bebada

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matiimatias ONDE VOCÊ ESTÁ?

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

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valen.laiiin VOCÊ TAMBÉM

kukuthinkeer três membros do cast publicando alguma mulher

agustinpardella eita, agora somos três

franromerofran você tá em uma festa na piscina né?

pardellathinker eu sinto que reconheço ela de algum lugar

Matias estava imerso em uma experiência que transcendia qualquer descrição trivial. Enquanto a festa pulsava lá embaixo, com suas luzes coloridas e batidas vibrantes, ele se encontrava envolto em um mundo à parte, um universo particular moldado pela presença da garota diante dele. Cada detalhe, cada gesto, ganhava uma intensidade quase palpável 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 lábios e línguas que se entrelaçavam em um ritmo único e hipnotizante. Cada movimento era meticulosamente calculado e, ao mesmo tempo, espontâneo, como se seus corpos estivessem respondendo a uma sinfonia invisível de desejos e emoções. Não era apenas um encontro de bocas, mas sim uma fusão de almas, uma comunhão de sentimentos que transcendia as fronteiras da linguagem.

Enquanto seus lábios se encontravam em um fervoroso intercâmbio de carícias, Matias podia sentir uma corrente elétrica 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 sensações há muito adormecidas e alimentando o fogo que ardia dentro dele. Era uma experiência 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 música lá embaixo, um murmúrio suave que servia apenas para enfatizar o silêncio íntimo que reinava entre eles. E podia ver nos olhos dela o reflexo do mesmo desejo e paixão que queimava dentro de si, uma chama ardente que ameaçava consumi-los por completo.

Enquanto suas mãos 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 êxtase. 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 próximo dela, mais conectado a ela de uma forma que ia além 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 física. Com um gesto suave, ele deu dois tapinhas delicados na coxa dela, um convite sutil para uma aproximação ainda mais íntima. E então, algo mágico 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 emoções em Matias. Pela primeira vez em sua vida, ele sentiu a necessidade de segurar alguém 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 incontestável de amor e cuidado.

Mas ao mesmo tempo, havia uma intensidade avassaladora em suas emoções, uma urgência ardente que clamava por expressão. Ele queria amá-la intensamente, perder-se no turbilhão de paixão e desejo que os envolvia, como se fossem dois corpos e uma alma fundidos em um só. 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 sensações e emoções, entregando-se ao calor do momento e à magia do amor. Não havia limites, não havia fronteiras, apenas a certeza de que estavam exatamente onde deveriam estar, juntos, unidos pelo laço indissolúvel daquele dia.

e assim foi minha aventura na Espanha, com três queridissimos, e sim gente, eu tava tão chapada durante a viagem que eu tenho memórias curtas, normalmente já é péssima, mas com a quantidade de consumo que eu tive, não 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 vocês, porque Amora não é cronicamente online pra me ajudar a achar eles, mas eu sei que vocês são. Provavel pai número um, Enzo, um deus grego, o olhar dele me fazia queria implorar sentar nele a noite inteira, ele é o mais cavalheiro dos três, 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 é com certeza mais amoroso, me fez rir o tempo inteiro, ai tem o Mati . . .

sua amiga ( amora ): o único que não é mais velho que a diva, aparentmente

ele tinha cara de novinho, possivelmente minha idade, tinha uma espanhola querendo ficar com ele, e já peço desculpas pra ela, mas nossa não me arrependo de deixar essa passar, o cabelo dele era preto, e ele com certeza é o menor dos três, não é muitpo mais alto que eu não.

sua amiga ( amora ): ajudem essa pobre donna a encontrar os três pais dessa sophie, antes que ela abra um hotel na Grécia e a menina vai crescer e depois chamar os três pro casamento.

Steve is so dumb, I love him.

Matt is an ass! Y/n deserves better.

Do you plan in make a part 2? If yes, can I be tagged, please? Can't wait to see Steve all worried about y/n

I'm Not The Only One

Summary: You and Steve hate each other. He sees your boyfriend cheat on you. Will you believe him?

Word Count: 2316

Note: Not revised. This was an idea I got while listening to Sam Smith.

Your best friend was Eddie Munson and he had introduced you to the group when you moved back to Hawkins the summer after he graduated. Eddie spent so much time with his friends, especially Dustin that you grew close to him as well. You assume this is where the hatred from Steve started.

Steve would often hear your name so much it started to piss him off. First it was simple things such as Max or Nancy skipping out on group hangouts to go to the mall or a concert with you. Then it was his two closest friends Robin and Dustin who would go to you for things instead of Steve. It started with Robin: “Sorry Steve, Y/N is actually giving me a ride” after a shift. Then came Dustin: “I’m going to ask for Y/N’s opinion” on his outfit for a school dance or a date. Steve felt he was slowly getting replaced. With his lack of parents and his growing insecurities, Steve could feel himself isolating and becoming lonely. Soon, he would start flaking on group activities too and stop offering rides to his friends. 

Everyone noticed but no one knew how to bring up Steve’s absence. He would ignore their phone calls and door visits. He would be “too busy” at work to talk to Robin about it. He would somehow always be “unloading boxes” or “doing inventory” in the backroom when the kids would appear.

The group then decided to have a little meeting to see what they should do about it. It was when you suggested that maybe you should go talk to him about it, that the group started piecing together your new presence in the group coincided with his new absence. After much bickering from both Wheelers about how this seemed like a bad idea, you decided to just do it anyway.

So here you were, knocking for a third time on Steve Harrington's door. Eddie, Dustin, Robin, Lucas, and Max decided to “hide out” in Eddie’s van across the street to watch. You could definitely see them from the front door and so would Steve if he ever answered. You started getting impatient with Steve. His car was clearly in the driveway and you could hear the sound of a tv through the door.

“Steve, I know you’re in there. I can hear you.” You shouted. “If you don’t want to answer the door, I’ll just say my piece through the door.” You waited a few seconds. No reply. “Okay then, well we’re all worried about you. If me or any of the others did something to upset you, we’d like to know so we could fix it. I offered to come and speak with you because we all agreed ever since I joined the group, you’ve been off. If I’ve offended you or hurt you, I’d like to talk about it.”

The door suddenly opens and Steve’s looking as cozy and handsome as ever. Was he always this pretty? “H-hi Ste-” Your stuttering is cut short by Steve’s glaring and stern voice.

“I don’t want to speak with you.” He looks over your shoulder and can see Eddie’s van with several heads poking through the windows. “You can tell them that too. You know, since you’re this great, amazing, wonderful person. They clearly don’t need me anymore since they have you. Miss perfect.” He scoffs.

“Stev-” You attempt to stop him to ask what the hell is going on.

“Just go. Honestly, just get out of Hawkins. Go back to wherever the hell you came from and leave us alone. More importantly, leave me alone.” And with that the door slams in your face, leaving you in a blanket of embarrassment and anger. That was the start of your hatred for Steve.

-

A few years had gone by, the kids now seniors in high school. You’d met them when they were soon to be sophomores. Steve had integrated back into the group when you dialed back on your involvement. You’d often still hang out with Max or Lucas, and of course Eddie. But you started declining solo hangouts with Robin or Dustin and sometimes Nancy. Steve didn’t want to believe or think he was only useful now that you were out of the picture, well partially, but he appreciated it. It definitely helped with the loneliness too.

Over the last two years, anytime you’d see Steve, you’d just roll your eyes and keep your snarky comments to yourself (and Eddie who’d just chuckle and shake his head). Steve wasn’t as professional as you were though. He’d “accidentally” bump into you causing you to stumble, not enough to where you’d fall or seriously hurt yourself but enough to irk you and distract from whatever task you were doing. If you are at movie nights, he’d steal the entire bowl of popcorn or take the last slice of pizza or be super obnoxious by licking the top of the soda bottle so you (or anyone else) could have some. Of course Eddie would defend your honor and tell Steve to lay off and share his snacks with you, but it started to become too much. And there was the name calling: you forgot what time a hangout was? You’re dumb. You got over excited about a new song or movie? You’re a dork. You were too scared to go into a haunted house? You’re lame. So ultimately you started pulling back from the group even more.

This led you to seek friends in other places. That’s how you met Matt. Friend turned boyfriend. You’d met while on a solo trip to the arcade. He’d noticed you were playing Pac-Man alone and offered to play with you. You’d spent the entire night playing games and shared a basket of fries and chicken tenders. After exchanging phone numbers, you’d promise to see each other again. 

A few weeks later, you’d walked hand in hand into Family Video, all smiles as you searched the racks of movies. 

“Who the hell is that?” Steve leaned his elbows onto the counter, watching you and Matt. “She’s got a boyfriend? Since when?”

“They’ve been dating for like a month, you dingus. I’d think you’d realize that since she’s been spending less time with us.” Robin laughed quietly.

“Surprised anyone would want to date her, since she’s a witch.” Steve smiled at a customer who approached the counter. As he made small talk and rang the man up, you and Matt separated so you could go talk to Robin. Matt continued to scan the shelves, finding something you both might like. 

“Hey girly,” you smiled at Robin. “How’s work?”

“Better now that you’re here.” She winked, both of you chuckling. “How are things with Matt?”

“Good, good. We’re having a movie night at his place.” You smiled and looked over to Steve. “What are you staring at?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “You know, you might like this movie here. Since you starred in it and everything.” He handed you a copy of The Wizard of Oz.

You rolled your eyes, quick to respond. “You’re in it too ya know? You must have made a lot of money playing three roles. No heart, no brain, and a coward. I guess it didn’t take much to play those roles.”

“She got you there, Steve.” Robin laughed. 

“Matt, I’m going to wait outside.” You called.

“Okay babe, I’m almost done choosing.” He smiled, grabbing a copy of Grease. “Hey man, just this one.” He handed it to Steve.

“Sure thing.” He sighed and rang Matt up. Steve watched as Matt made his way out to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and walking to his car. Steve scowled while Robin snickered. “What’s funny?”

“Oh dude, you’re so jealous.” Robin hopped onto the counter. “You like Y/N.”

“Absolutely not.” Steve faked a gag. “She’s the worst.”

“Why do you hate her so much? She literally never did anything.” Robin kicked Steve’s hip with her foot.

“She tried to replace me!” He argued.

“She did not. She had just moved here and her only friend was Eddie. She just wanted to make friends. You,” She kicked his butt cheek as he turned to leave from behind the counter. “Got jealous and blew up on her.”

“Did not.”

“Did too. And now you like her.” Robin hopped off the counter. “You try to hide it by being mean to her but you really like her.” She starts to make kissing noises. “You’re such a cliche Harrington.”

“Am not.” He tosses a rag toward her. “And I don’t like her.”

_

To say this night was a mess was a huge understatement. Not only had Steve’s comments actually hurt, but Matt was acting completely like Danny Zuko. You’d been watching Grease on his couch, snuggled under a blanket, when he tried to pull a move like Danny did to Sandy. You’d declined because you wanted to just watch the movie but he insisted. Then he made you feel guilty about not kissing him yet. You hadn’t had a serious kiss before and wanted to wait a bit. Your first kiss was with Eddie, a friendship pact to kiss each other and get it over with before you both turned 18. It was not good and you’d both laughed while it was happening. Now that you were looking to get serious with someone, you wanted a good first kiss redo.

The night had ended abruptly after you rushed off the couch and told Matt you’d see him later. You promised to call him when you got home. That call was not answered on his end. 

You tried calling him several times over the weekend but they all went unanswered. Had you messed up? No, he messed up. He was the one behaving like an idiot. You decided you’d go to his house and squash this entire thing Monday night after your morning shift.

What you hadn’t known was that he’d been preoccupied all weekend with his ex girlfriend Annalise. 

-

“You’re just trying to hurt Y/N. That didn’t happen Steve. It’s not funny.” Robin rolled her eyes. 

“I’m not Robin! I saw him. He had his arm wrapped around this girl that was not Y/N!” Steve followed her around the store as she reshelved returned tapes. “His tongue was down her throat. I swear.”

“How do you even know it was Matt?” She turned to face him, jumping when she realized just how close he was.

“He had on that stupid sweater vest and that lame haircut. I know it was him. Now you have to call Y/N and tell her.” He urged. 

“Why don’t you call and tell her yourself?” Robin shrugged. “You actually saw them.”

“She’ll believe you. She’ll never trust my word.” Steve pleaded. “Please, you have to tell her.” He grabbed the movie from her. “Please.” He whispered.

“I love Y/N but Steve, I didn’t see it and I don’t want to speak about something I don’t know about. Maybe ask Eddie to talk to her.” Robin snatched the movie back from Steve.

“If I tell Eddie, we’ll both be forced to kick this guy’s ass. I’d like to avoid going to jail for murder.” Steve sighed. “Please just talk to Y/N.”

“Talk to me about what?” Your voice carried across the store as their heads snapped to the door. The bell above the door definitely needed to be fixed. How did they not hear you come in? “Cat got your tongue?” You laughed and approached the counter.

“I was just telling Robin that you forgot to return Grease. It was due yesterday.” Steve muttered. 

“Actually, it’s under Matt’s name. So he forgot to return it. You can give him a call.” You shrugged. “Not sure if he’ll  answer the phone though.” You sighed.

“Well, what brings you in?” Steve asked nervously. There was no normal tone of annoyance or snarkiness laced in his words. You raised an eyebrow.

“Was just looking to speak to Robin actually. Girl problems.” You turn to look for her but she’s nowhere to be found. “Robin? Where’d she go?”

Steve’s just as clueless as you. He clears his throat and steps behind the counter. “So, um… how are things?”

“How are things?” You chuckle. “Why do you care?”

“I’m just trying to make small talk to fill in the awkwardness of this interaction.” He replies honestly. “How’s Matt?”

“I don’t know.” You lean against the counter. “He hasn’t been answering my calls. We kind of had a weird thing happen Friday night. That’s what I came by to ask Robin ab-”

“He’s cheating on you.” Steve blurts.

Your body tenses and you lean off the counter. “What?”

“He’s cheating. I saw him with another girl.”

“That’s not funny, Steve.” You glare at him, eyes narrowing. “You’re always so mean but this is super hurtful.”

“I’m not making a joke Y/N. I saw him!” He steps out from behind the counter as you start to back away. “I wanted to tell you but I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Who else knows? Who else was there?” You ask quietly, tears springing into your eyes.

“Just me.” He sighs. “I was grabbing food after work when I saw-”

“When? What day?” 

“Friday night. I thought it wasn’t him because he should’ve been with you.” He steps forward. “But he was wearing that vest with the diamond pattern. The green one. That’s how I remembered him.”

Suddenly, unfortunately, the bell signaling a new customer went off. Both you and Steve jumped at the sound, looking to the door.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin shouted as she entered from the back room. Her eyes flickered between Steve and you. You had to get out of there. And you did. Running as fast as possible back to your car. 

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The original post only has US helplines. I've added UK helplines underneath. It would be great if people could add numbers from everywhere in the world.

Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696

Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25's with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868, Free and available 24/7

Good2Talk (Canada): 1-866-925-5454, For post-secondary students, free and anonmyous

suicide hotlines;

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Malta: 179

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

" Steve doesn't love her!" Dustin says as he flays his arms around before clasping a hand over his mouth like he wasn't suppose to say that.

WHAT?? Someone please beat his ass. How dare Steve try to marry her just to try to get over Nancy?!

Someone please beat Eddie's ass too. But after he can kiss y/n.

Glass Hearts~ S.H ft E.M

Summary : A year ago you told Eddie how you feel about him, he doesn't feel the same and now your ready to walk down the aisle to marry Steve Harrington.

Angst

He stared at you with an apologetic look on his face, swallowing the lump in his throat as his lips are in a thin line. The silence from him is ticking by the minute. Your heart is grasping at the little thought, the little hope and the little wonder that he felt the same way about you.

" I'm sorry, sweets. But I don't feel the same way that you do. You're my best friend and that's all I'll ever see you as" He says. A tear manages to run down your cheek as you nod, silently.

" That's okay" you say through your tears that keep running down your cheeks. Your voice sounds broken and your heart felt like someone cut a knife through it.

Eddie frowns as he looks at you. He feels bad that he can't return your feelings.

" I should go, my mom needs me home by dinner" you lie as you wipe away your tears with the back of your tears. Eddie nods because it's the only think he can think about of doing. You wrap your arm around yourself as you exit out of his trailer.

Eddie doesn't run after you and doesn't beg you to stay. You slowly approach your car and throw the driver side door open as you sit inside. With your hands in your lap, tears running down your cheeks and heart cracked in two, you start the car as it roars to life.

Eddie watches from the window of his trailer as you drive away after a few moments with a heavy sigh feeling like he lost his best friend that day.

You stared into the mirror at yourself standing in your wedding dress as you twirl around it. You felt the happiest you have ever been nearly minutes away from marrying the man that put your heart back together, the man you love and the man that you couldn't wait to start a life with.

A knock to the door interrupts your thoughts.

" Come in" you don't even turn around to see who it was as the doors open as Max wheels in with El by her side. Max's eyes go wide at the sight of you in your wedding dress.

El has tears in her eyes as she puts her hand over her mouth staring at you in awe.

" You're stunning" Max says as she wheels to be besides you. Her hair is down and she's wearing a dress to match the colors of the flowers you will be holding. " Pretty" El says as she takes a hold of the side of your wedding dress.

Your hands are folded together on top of your wedding dress as you continue to look at yourself in the mirror. You couldn't believe it that the day has come. You were going to marry Steve Harrington, your best friend and the man that stole your heart.

" What's wrong?" El says, " Do you not want to marry Steve?" she asks. You chuckled as you wiped your tears away.

" I do, he's perfect"

The door flies open and Robin steps in wearing a tux with Nancy by her side. She has your flowers in her hands. Steve had asked Robin to be his best man while El was your maid of honor. She has been like your little sister to you.

" Steve is going to drop as soon as he sees you" Robin says as she stares at you in awe.

" I'm so happy your the one that Steve is marrying" Nancy says giving you your flowers. You take them in your hands, " Me too. He's my happy ever after as much as cheesy as that sounds."

Meanwhile, Dustin, Mike and Lucas have rode on their bikes to Eddie's trailer. He was home as his van is parked out in the front. The music is loud coming from inside the trailer.

Eddie is laying on his bed with a cigarette in his mouth as he stares up at the ceiling. He remembers it like yesterday when you walked in with Steve trailing behind you, hand in hand and he never forgets the smile on your face when Steve tells the kids, and everyone else that you were his.

His heart clenches at the thought of when a year flies by and during one of the movie nights, Steve and you have a big announcement.

" Steve asked me to marry him!" you throw up your hand as you show the ring. He remembers Nancy, Robin, El, Max squeal as they all surrounded you to see the ring. Meanwhile Eddie slumped in his seat as he watched the happiness in your eyes and on Steve's face as the kids congratulate him.

" I'm happy for you, man" He says to Steve. Steve sees the look on Eddie's face and the glint in his eye. He doesn't say anything but Steve knows that Eddie feels like he lost.

" Eddie! Eddie!" his eyebrow scrunched together in one as he swings his legs over on his bed and stands up as he listens. There is banging on his door and his name behind called. He lowers the music to a minimum and listens. The banging increases, he mumbles underneath his breath and wonders who's at his door.

He opens the door seeing Dustin, Mike and Lucus.

" What do you want?" Eddie asks. He doesn't mean to be harsh ti them but he knows what day is today. Steve's and your wedding.

A pair of slacks, red button down is thrown at him with a black vest and he barley catches the items in his hands as he looks at the clothes in his hands to the little shrimps.

" What is this?" he asks. He already knows what this is but is playing dumb because there is no way he was going to go. He got your invitation from Robin who kept begging him to go, almost ripping his arm off but he refused. It hurt too much.

Over the year, Eddie has developed feelings for you. He had tried to push them aside no matter what. But it was the sound of your laughter, the way you smile, it took you some time to continue to be friends with him and he couldn't get you off his mind. His hugs lingered. His eyes lingered on you. He wrote a song about you. His heart raced around you. Yet, he lost you. To Steve Harrington.

" Get dressed, Eddie" Dustin says. The little shrimps were dressed for the wedding, Dustin had taken off his cap too.

" No" he says, walking back inside his trailer with them following him in. " Why not? Aren't you happy for her?" Lucus asks.

Eddie's back is turned to them as he closes his eyes.

" I am" he says throwing the clothes on the couch as if they were the most disturbing thing he has ever seen in his life. They burned his skin when he held them.

" Then why aren't you at the wedding?" Mike asks. Eddie's hands are in fist by his side as he shakes his head. " I have better thing to do" he says.

Dustin sigh as he looks at the other two, " He's in love with her."

Mike and Lucus share a look of disbelief.

" Then why aren't you stopping the wedding?" Mike asks. Eddie turns to look at him giving him a look of disbelief. " Are you crazy? She's marrying Steve. She loves Steve" Dustin says as he grabs onto Mike's shoulder and shakes him.

" But feeling don't go away that fast. She loved Eddie not a year ago" Lucas says.

" She did, now I've lost for her for good" Eddie says as he looks down at his hands. He twirls one of his ring fingers on his hands.

" You need to get her back" Dustin says. Eddie turns to him looking wide eyed not comprehending what Dustin is saying. " She's with Steve, I can't."

" Steve doesn't love her!" Dustin says as he flays his arms around before clasping a hand over his mouth like he wasn't suppose to say that.

" What?" the three asks him. Dustin gulps as he looks around the room. Eddie takes a step forward, " What do you know? Start talking, Henderson."

You were fixing your hair in the mirror when Hopper peaks, " Are you almost ready pumpkin?" He asks as he steps in and closes the door. Hopper wasn't your real dad but he was the father figure in your life after your father abounded you. He took you in as one of his own and adopted you.

" Almost" your hands shook as you played with the end of your hair. He walked over and sat besides you on the chair.

" Are you okay? Got the jitters?" He asks.

" Am I doing the right thing, dad?" you asked, looking down at your hands. " Pumpkin" he called you as he placed a hand on top of yours.

"Do you love him?" he asks talking about Steve.

" I do, he makes me the happiest"

" Do you picture having future with him?

" I do, there is no one I rather be with than him" you say.

" You have nothing to worry about then, pumpkin. The two of you love each other and he's a good boy that will take care of you. It took some time to warm up to him, but I believe he loves you and you two deserve each other."

" Thank you, dad" He leans down to kiss you on your cheeks. " I'll be right outside" he leaves you to your own thought as you look into the mirror at yourself.

Eddie is running up the stairs to the church as he throws the doors opened, panting as he looks up and down the corridor. Nancy happens to walk by and he takes a hold of her shoulders.

" Where is she? Where is Y/N?" he asks. Her eyes are wide as she takes in what he's wearing. She has never seen him like that.

" What are you doing here, Eddie?" she whispers as she looks down the hall. " She can't marry him, he doesn't love her. He still loves you" he tells her. Her eyes are wide as she takes a step back, grabbing at her necklace as she plays with it. Her eyes are teary as she tells him where you are.

" Thank you" he says as he rushes down the hall. Hopper spots him before he can get any further.

" Munson" Eddie stands before him with his hands up in the air.

" Sir" he start to say but Hopper shakes his head. " You better have a good reason to be here"

" Let him in, Hopper. Steve doesn't love her, he's been lying to your daughter. Eddie is the one who loves your daughter" Hopper looks over to Nancy then to Eddie.

He grumbles underneath his breath as he moves to the side. Eddie takes a few steps to the door as he stares at the brown large doors holding you inside.

His hand reaches out for the black door knob and pushes it open. You don't look at the person who enters the room as you take your flowers and take a deep breath. You turn around to face the person who walked in when your breath hitches locking eyes with him.

Eddie stand there with his hair pulled back in a low bun, his brown doe eyes are wide with his mouth a gap as he stares at you. He's wearing a red dress shirt, with the sleeves pulled to the elbows. He is wearing a black vest over it with black slacks. His chain is added to the slacks and he's in his Reeboks.

It screams even more prettier Eddie than you have ever seen.

" Eds?" you call out to him and he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest as he hears you call him. His face turns into a smile as he looks at you.

" You're absolutely beautiful" he says as he closes the door.

" What are you doing here?" you asked. He swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes turn to lock with yours. They are pleading and apologetic.

" He doesn't love you Y/N. You can't marry him.." he says. Your gaze turns dark as you glare at him, throwing your flowers to the ground.

"Why not? What makes you say that?" He takes a deep breathe and tells you what Dustin had told him. That Steve was only marrying you to try to get over Nancy, he was just using you to make Nancy jealous and that he didn't love you.

Your mouth goes in a thin line as silence takes over the room. You move back and collapse on the couch covering your face with your hands and your shoulders shake.

Your crying. Eddie makes his way over to you as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his chest. He lets you cry into his chest as he holds you.

Watching Mary Poppins Returns one more time because I absolutely love this movie.

The Emily Blunt's Mary Poppins, Lin's Jack, the songs and ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ON THIS MOVIE is perfect!

All this sequence is so amazing!