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endless-summer-soldier · 2 years ago

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: after returning home from a tough mission, all you want is to relax and Bucky makes that so easy for you

warnings: 18+ only, smut, heavy foreplay, oral sex

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is an old draft that I never finished and finally found the time to close it out. not my best writing and little to no plot, but it scratches a certain itch ;)

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The minute you stepped into your room, you fell into bed. You mustered up all your remaining energy to strip off your sweat-soaked suit. Before your eyes completely glazed over, you took one final glance at your phone. 4:27 AM. You knew he wouldn’t be awake, but you sent him a quick text: home.

“Rise and shine, gorgeous,” Bucky called, in an effort to wake you up. He was peppering kisses up your neck to your jaw and cheek.

“Mmm...morning,” you whispered, melting into Bucky’s arms. “I missed you,” you added.

“I missed you too, baby,” he replied, planting another kiss on your cheek. “How was the mission?”

You turned in his arms so that you were facing him. You forgot how it felt to be under his sparkling gaze.

“It went well. We ambushed them pretty good, but we were outnumbered so it took a little longer to take the place down.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good. A couple nicks and bruises, but nothing major. I’m just...exhausted.”

“I bet. I saw what time you got in last night. Sorry I couldn’t stay up for ya.”

“Oh it's fine. I didn’t expect you to.”

“So, what should we do today?”

“Mm...I just want to relax. Can we do nothing today?”

“I'd love to do nothing with you,” he gushed. You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m gonna go for a run but how about you come over once you’re done with breakfast," he offered.

“And we can relax?” you asked.

“Absolutely.” He kissed your forehead and rolled out of bed as you curled back up into the sheets.

You snoozed for another hour or so before slowly making your way out of bed. You took a long, hot shower and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.

Once in the kitchen, you fixed yourself some breakfast and a cup of coffee. You sat on the balcony as you ate, paging through your latest novel and slowly sipping from your large mug of coffee. It was nice not having to think about anything. That was one of your favorite parts of coming home after a mission, along with sleeping in your own bed with Bucky. You finished up the chapter you were on and retired inside. You figured Bucky would be back from his run and you wanted to spend the rest of the day with him.

You knocked twice on his door and he quickly responded with, “Come on in, darling.”

The lighting was dim and there were several candles lit around the room.

“What’s all this?” you inquired with a tone of surprise.

“Just wanted to do something special for you,” he said, pressing a kiss on your cheek. It was then you noticed the massage table set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t have to do all this. I would’ve been perfectly happy just snuggling and watching Netflix.”

“I know you would’ve. And that’s why you deserve this.”

“Thank you,” you placed a gentle hand on his jaw and stood on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Now make yourself comfortable, I’ll come back in about ten minutes.”

You stripped down completely, placing your clothes together in a tiny pile. You tied your hair into a top knot and crawled onto the massage table, placing your head face down in the headrest and pulling the sheet over your bare back. You closed your eyes and took a few deep inhalations to start relaxing your mind. The door opened and then shut quietly, as gentle footsteps neared you. Suddenly the sound of water flowing downstream was softly playing in the background.

“How’s the temperature?” Bucky asked, referring to the heated massage table.

“Perfect.” You noticed the faintest scent of peppermint as you heard the sound of strong, oiled hands rubbing together.

You could sense Bucky standing by your head. “Now I want you to clear your mind and just relax. Take a deep breath in,” he instructed. You followed his command and as you exhaled, his slick hands made contact with your back. He firmly pressed his hands down your shoulders to your tailbone and repeated the motion. You unconsciously released a sigh, enjoying the pressure and the dichotomy between his warm, flesh hand and his cold, vibranium one. He continued his motion, up and down your back, digging the heels of his hands in a little more with each stroke.

“You’re so tense, baby.” He was right of course. You’d been running on the minimum amount of sleep and thought of nothing but your mission for the past few weeks. Tense didn’t even begin to cover it.

“We’ll work out all these knots. Don’t you worry.” Bucky shifted his attention to the tension in your shoulder blades. You weren’t sure where he learned this technique but he had mastered it. He would start with his right hand, lightly rubbing and warming up the affected area. Then he would increase the pressure with his metal fingers to break up the knots. You expected it to be painful, but it wasn’t. His touch was magic; it melted all your stress away.

“If you ever want to retire from the Avengers, you’d make an incredible masseuse,” you commented.

He chuckled, “I don’t know about that. I’m only interested in having one client. These hands are all yours.”

“Mmm…” was all you could muster in return. He completed a few more circuits up and down your back and all your knots had disappeared. Bucky laid a hot, damp towel over your back and pressed down a few times.

Just when you thought he was finished, he pulled up the sheet to expose your right leg. He applied more oil and slid his slick hands from your ankle up to your hamstring. He moved back down and focused his attention on your foot. He dug his thumbs into your arches and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeal.

“That tickle?” he smiled.

“Just a little,” you said, holding back your laughter the best you could. Bucky finished on your foot and moved to your calf. Your legs were sore from near constant activity the past few weeks and his magic fingers carefully soothed all your soreness. He continued up your leg to massage your hamstring and repeated the process on your left leg. When he finished, he removed the towel from your back and lifted the sheet up towards your shoulders.

“Flip over for me.”

You followed his direction and he tucked the sheet under your arms, covering your chest. He placed a pillow under your knees and moved back down to your feet, focusing his attention on your quads. You should have realized your arousal sooner. But it wasn’t until Bucky ran his vibranium hand up your leg, stopping just short of your box that you realized you were getting wet. He continued the motion, massaging your quads and gently caressing your inner thighs. You kept waiting for him to progress, to touch you where you so badly wanted to be touched. But he didn’t. You considered grabbing his hand and directing it to your folds, but before you could make a move he shifted his position and was standing near your torso. He took your right arm in his hands and started massaging your forearm and then your bicep. He took your hand and massaged your palm and fingers with his vibranium hand. He moved to the other side of the table and did the same with your left arm.

When he finished, he carefully placed your arm down at your side and stood at your head. He took your messy bun in his hands and said, “Can I take this out?” You nodded at him and he carefully pulled out your scrunchie, careful not to pull any of your hair. He immersed his fingertips in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp in a circular motion. It felt amazing and you let out a sigh without realizing. He moved his fingers down to the base of your skull and rubbed to alleviate some of the tension.

Then he moved his skilled fingers to your neck, rubbing small circles down to your shoulders. He ran his hands under your shoulder blades and slowly clawed them out from underneath you. Then his big hands ran down your collarbone toward your chest. He massaged your pecs and slowly moved toward your breasts. You could tell your nipples were getting hard in anticipation and all you wanted was to feel relief. His hands circled your breasts and just when you thought he was going to give in, he pulled away. You let out a deep exhale, wondering how much longer he was going to tease you like this.

He had to know the effect he was having on you. It had to have been intentional. Was he going to make you beg? Did he want you to ask for him? He moved back down toward your feet and pulled the sheet up around your hip. He once again worked his way up your leg, carefully massaging your upper thigh. You almost lost it when his vibranium fingers brushed against your labia. You let out a sharp exhale and said, “Bucky…”

“Oh you like that?” he purrs. “You’ve been so patient for me.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him.

“You want me to keep going?” he asked. All you could do was nod your head. He ran his fingers up and down your entrance before paying special attention to your clit. You inhaled sharply and laid back on the bed as he continued his handy work. You were in a fog of relaxation and pleasure as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your entrance. His bionic fingers knew exactly what they were doing and found your G-spot effortlessly, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.

But before you could finish, he withdrew his hand and replaced it with his mouth. He devoured your cunt, lapping up your moisture and regularly swirling his tongue around your clit. By now, your left arm was hooked behind your head and your back was arching, unable to handle any further sensation.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” he whispered, and you immediately unfolded on the table. An unconscious moan left your lips and Bucky re-inserted his fingers into you while continuing to massage your clit with his tongue.

“Oh Buck,” you sighed, coming down from your natural high. Bucky finished up his task and greedily licked his lips, savoring every last drop he could. He collected a damp towel and carefully cleaned you up, treating you like the VIP you were. Once he tossed the used towel aside, you waved him toward you. When he reached your head, you sat up and outstretched an arm toward his face.

You placed a hand on his jaw and said, “That was incredible. Thank you.” You pulled him close and shared your gratitude with your lips.

He merely gave you a smile back and said, “Oh it's not over yet.” You cocked your head at him, awaiting further explanation, when he said, “I’m running us a bubble bath.”

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indigoesssence · 2 months ago

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱ . . . 🏍️ .ᐟ

𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾 "𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗵" 𝖱𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 . . .

﹫ 𝖢𝟦𝖯𝖲𝟣𝖢𝖫𝖤

‹ SAUDADE PT.2 ›

“16 candles burn in her mind

She takes the blame, it’s always the same

She goes down to her knees and prays

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors

But I think that Gods got sick sense of humour

And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.” 

Advertencias: lesbofobia y crisis de fé.

Viajar al pasado es un arma de doble filo, puede ser el paseo más bello o el más catastrófico en la vida de todas aquellas personas que buscan disfrutar cada segundo de vida que se les ha otorgado. Para la rubia, a quien por segunda vez en su existencia terrenal se le había permitido disfrutar de la saudade que acompaña la memoria, recordar era un espacio donde todas las emociones convergían. Cuando decidía conscientemente volver a aquellos momentos atrapados en su alma, era porque estaba preparada para la oleada de emociones que la golpearía, aunque realmente se veía atrapada en los recuerdos de manera involuntaria la mayor parte del tiempo.

Meses atrás, Rogers había aprendido de la existencia del concepto de "saudade", es un concepto del portugués que una joven le había explicado un jueves por la tarde de la siguiente manera: saudade es una especie de melancolía, es extrañar con amor y comprensión, sabiendo que el mundo siempre está en movimiento. Desde ese día en que había descubierto aquella palabra que resonaba a la perfección con su existencia y su alma, la rubia se permitía ser comprensiva consigo misma, pues estaba viviendo en un mundo rápido y doloroso que adoraba quitarle a las personas que amaba. Después de décadas de dolor, al fin había comprendido que su alma podía ser melancólica sin percibirlo como algo negativo.

Stephanie tenía la mala costumbre de dejarse llevar por la nostalgia, seguido se encontraba pensando en las personas que alguna vez había amado, un par de ellas aún con vida y el resto descansando ya en la gloria de un Dios cruel. El sonidito característico de su cafetera la sacó de una ensoñación donde unas risas inocentes y cómplices eran melodía de su reflexión; estiró su diestra para tomar el asa de la cafetera para así verter en su taza gris el café cuyo olor minutos atrás le había llevado a pensar en la primer mujer a la que su amor había pertenecido. Estaba preparándose para tener un entrenamiento junto a Maximoff cuando la imagen mental de sus ojos hizo que detuviera su andar unos segundos.

A diferencia de Stephanie que tenía saudade pura tatuada en los iris azules, la sokoviana estaba llena de una melancolía dolorosa en los propios. La rubia negó con la cabeza eliminando aquella imagen se sus ojos y caminó hasta la salida para incendios de su departamento. Se quedó observando unos segundos las calles estridentes de Manhattan ates de sentarse en aquella escalera de metal y observó el movimiento rápido de la vida mundana. Perdiéndose así con la música que sonaba de su tocadiscos al fondo de su departamento, al menos hasta que lo único que observó y escuchó fue a Berenice corriendo delante de ella con aquel andar ligero y juguetón; por primera vez en décadas la pensó y lo hizo llena de amor en el corazón, incluso si todo había acabado con ella llorando en el regazo de su madre sin explicación alguna.

Berenice fue condenada desde su nombre a un destino de devoción a un hombre y a la vez bendecida por su conexión con Afrodita. Una risa suave escapó de los labios de Rogers, esas mismas palabras se las había confesado la castaña un día en el que habían logrado escapar de sus deberes a la edad de quince años. El primer sorbo a su café dulce le robó un suspiro antes de permitirse recordar todo lo que había pasado con la dueña de aquellos ojos que parecían hipnotizar a quien se hubiera permitido verlos. El amor más puro y rudo que había habitado en su corazón alguna vez, la chica que vivía a dos cuadras de su casa fue la primera en recibir el corazón de Stephanie y se encargó de enseñarle dolorosamente que ser católica y lesbiana no iban en la misma oración.

Todo había comenzado con un trabajo de escritura a pares, Stephanie y Berenice terminaron entablando una amistad a partir de eso. Sin embargo, la rubia siempre había sentido cierta curiosidad silenciosa por conocerla mejor, por saber todo de ella. Muy en el fondo de su corazón lo había sabido desde el principio, aquel interés tan intenso sólo era su forma de demostrarle que le atraía. Aún décadas después era complejo de asimilar y explicar, nunca en su vida se lo había mencionado a alguien; su sexualidad era un tema del que nunca hablaba en voz alta. Sin embargo, lo hablaba siempre con Dios, bueno, ella le preguntaba el por qué de aquella mancha que ensuciaba su existencia y la volvía una pecadora.

Rogers acudió a incontables misas antes de colapsar y confesarle en medio de un callejón a Berenice que estaba profundamente enamorada de ella y que por más que había rogado a Dios que le permitiera ser una persona normal, no había podido dejar de añorarla en sueños. Aquella tarde de otoño, la castaña la abrazó y consoló mientras lloraba frenéticamente hasta que pudo contenerse un poco. Un beso fue dado a la rubia en lugar de una respuesta con palabras y para ella fue suficiente, Dios podía castigarla todo lo que quisiera si eso significaba probar aquellos dulces labios más veces.

La supersoldado bebió el último trago de café y con este pasó el nudo amargo que se inscribía en su garganta, "eres una sodomita, ¡aléjate de mi!", la frase que Berenice le había dado como último adiós resonó en su cabeza. No era sodomita, sólo era cierto que a sus casi cien años de vida jamás había amado a un hombre más allá de lo platónico y su amor, deseo y devoción sólo habían sido vertidos hacia mujeres. Había conocido la palabra lesbiana como un sinónimo de sodomía y pecado, por ello desde muy joven se le congelaba la sangre cuando la escuchaba. Stephanie, la personificación del sueño americano, le tenía miedo a una simple palabra, lesbiana. Podía nombrar sin problema a cualquiera que se sintiera cobijada por aquella palabra de cuatro sílabas, pero jamás a sí misma. Cuando lo pensaba, un frío paralizante recorría su cuerpo y el sentimiento de culpa no la dejaba sola por un buen rato, siempre terminaba en la banca más escondida de la iglesia mientras le rogaba a Dios que la ayudara.

Un dolor la atravesó, no podía seguir negando su propia existencia, ¿Dios qué le había dado como recompensa tras años de represión y relaciones con hombres que la habían dejado en el Abismo. Nada, Stephanie era lesbiana pero la palabra le daba miedo, no podía habitarla cuando la paralizaba al ser relacionada directamente con ella. Nadie quiere que Capitana América sea lesbiana, nadie quiere a una mujer de descendencia irlandesa de disidencia sexual siendo el epítome del sueño americano. Ni Dios, ni la población estadunidense, ni ella. Entre aquel debate interno, la rubia observó su reloj y alarmada por la hora se levantó de golpe e ingresó a su hogar; tenía que subirse a su moto en cuanto antes para llegar a preparar lo que ocuparían en el entrenamiento con Maximoff.

⠀⠀⠀٬ 🕯️ ’ 𓏲 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 ﹫𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀thanks for reading !

#indigoessence #rpg #marvel rp #stephanie rogers #captain america #marvel #𝖢𝟦𝖯𝖲𝟣𝖢𝖫𝖤 #religious trauma #spotify #depeche mode #blasphemous rumours

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your-wellness-journey · 2 months ago

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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!"

- Jack Kerouac, On The Road.

Japão, 2022.

- Você vai arrebentar meus dedos se continuar apertando minha mão desse jeito. - Max brincou, enquanto Marília segurava a mão do amigo pelo medo e ansiedade de estar voando. Estavam a caminho de Suzuka, no Japão, onde haveria o próximo Grand Prix. A viagem entre Singapura e Japão durava pelo menos sete horas; tempo suficiente para que a garota tivesse todos os ápices de ansiedade e calmaria ao mesmo tempo, mas de alguma forma, se sentia segura em estar perto de seu melhor amigo e com toda a sua equipe no mesmo avião.

- Sinto falta da Bella... Pelo menos nessas horas a gente começava a fofocar sobre coisas no paddock e lembrar da infância, só pra eu me perder no pensamento e esquecer que eu tô dentro de um negócio gigante que tá voando há horas. - Marília resmungava, enquanto tentava rolava o feed das suas redes sociais e ainda segurava a mão de Verstappen. O holandês riu baixo ao ver o quanto a amiga ficava nervosa e fazia um leve carinho nas mãos de Marília e um cafuné nos cabelos castanhos da garota, assim ainda tentando acalma-la.

- Você pode fofocar comigo, e aliás, não sei se você ainda se lembra - Max começou, com um sorriso sapeca no rosto e uma expressão falsa de ciúmes - que você cresceu comigo também, praticamente. Histórias é o que mais temos, bonitinha. - Max dizia, enquanto ria sozinho por lembrar das brincadeiras e momentos em que os dois já haviam passado juntos. Realmente, era quase uma vida toda. Marília tinha ido embora do Brasil junto de sua amiga Stella ainda muito nova, tentar a carreira no kart. Mas ambas coincidentemente desistiram e foram cursar engenharia mecânica, pois as duas dividiam o amor pelo automobilismo e não queriam simplesmente sair daquele ramo tão fácil.

- Às vezes eu só queria poder fechar os olhos e voltar na época em que nós todos ficavamos horas e horas correndo, enquanto sua mãe ficava maluca com a nossa energia e sua irmã chorava de rir com as nossas brigas de mentira no kart. - Marília dizia, enquanto olhava para a janela do avião, que era pura escuridão, pois viajavam noite adentro. A garota teve um momento de nostalgia e melancolia ao mesmo tempo ao se lembrar dos velhos tempos, e decidiu fechar os olhos para tentar ter mais lembranças vividas.

Quando se deu conta, havia dormido quase a viagem toda e o sol já havia nascido no horizonte. Já podia ouvir o rebuliço da sua equipe e aquilo significava que logo chegariam ao destino.

Aquele final de semana tinha muita coisa que poderia acontecer. Assim que se lembrou desse detalhe, borboletas tomaram conta do seu estômago e a realidade bateu como uma tormenta. Não havia mais tempo para serem crianças correndo no kart, nem ela, nem Max. Aquela corrida no Japão poderia significar o triunfo, o bicampeonato do holandês.

- Meu Deus, olha isso aqui... - Stella começou, apontando o celular para Charles e Carlos que sempre andavam ao seu lado, como se fossem seus seguranças ou algo do tipo. Era algo que chegava a ser cômico. Logo atrás deles, o restante da equipe italiana também chegava, enquanto todos caminhavam pelo aeroporto de Suzuka. - Esses sites de fofoca andam cada vez pior. Eu já devo ter namorado o paddock inteiro nessa altura do campeonato, e olha que eu sou só uma engenheira de equipe. - A garota dizia enquanto fazia careta ao ler as notícias nos sites e blogs de fofoca sobre Fórmula 1. O conto da vez era que ela e Verstappen poderiam estar se reaproximando pois foram vistos no mesmo clube em Singapura e, ao mesmo tempo, ela também poderia estar tendo algo com o piloto da Mercedes, George.

- Mamma mia, você realmente dá o que falar pra esse tipo de gente! - Charles respondeu, rindo. - Só não vão superar as fofocas que sempre ressurgem de que eu e você teríamos algo escondido. - Os dois se olharam e caíram na gargalhada.

- Ei, Charles! - Sainz cutucou seu colega de equipe. - Precisamos apertar o passo pois temos uma porrada de fãs nos esperando. E você sabe como os fãs japoneses são apaixonados. - Dizia o espanhol com uma certa pressa, vendo que toda sua equipe já estava a espera dos dois pilotos atenderem os fãs para que pudessem seguir rumo ao hotel e depois para o circuito.

- Vão lá, backstreet boys. Eu espero vocês junto da minha equipe. - Brincou Stella, enquanto ia se encontrando com seus companheiros de equipe para aguardar os dois pilotos atenderem o máximo de fãs possível.

Três dias depois, dia da corrida.

O circuito de Suzuka era sempre estranho, meio inesperado. O clima também não era sempre amigável, mas os pilotos gostavam dessa adrenalina. E esse sentimento estava por todo o lado. O campeonato se aproximava do fim e naquele dia, a temporada já poderia ser decidida caso a RedBull chegasse ao seu ápice de maestria ou os resultados poderiam ficar em aberto. Os dois pilotos que ainda brigavam pelo título eram Max e Charles, curiosamente.

- Vai chover. - Daniel passou por Stella, que estava olhando em volta do paddock enquanto quebrava a cabeça pensando num plano para a corrida. A garota olhou para o australiano com certa estranheza, pois estava perdida demais nos seus próprios pensamentos e no seu café gelado.

- A previsão é de chuva pra hora da prova. - A garota respondeu simplesmente, ainda olhando em volta, como se procurasse algo.

- E os vermelhinhos vão brigar ainda ou o nosso dutch lion vai levar mais uma? - Daniel questionou, enquanto andava em círculos, pensativo. - Gostaria de ver uma disputa dos dois...

- Sinceramente, Danny... - Stella começou, avistando o próprio Max, Checo e Marília andando lado a lado pelo paddock enquanto levavam uma chuva de flashes por conta dos fotógrafos ali presentes. - Não podemos saber de nada, ainda.

Daniel gargalhou. - Orgulhosa. Por isso eu gosto de você. Nunca vai desistir dos Tifosi, não? Mesmo batendo boca com seu chefe todo final de semana?

- As coisas na McLaren também não estão um mar de rosas, Daniel. - Stella respondeu, um pouco desapontada. - Fiquei sabendo o que fizeram contigo e seu contrato. Norris me contou. Mas fico feliz que você vá sair desses papayas e pelo menos vai ter alguma oportunidade...

Daniel sorriu largo, como sempre, e abraçou a garota de lado. - Fica tranquila, lindinha. Já tenho algumas coisas prontas pra próxima temporada. Mas, não posso contar ainda. - Dizia ele, num tom mais baixo para que ninguém próximo pudesse ouvir. Stella arregalou os olhos e sentiu um alivio em saber que o amigo já tinha um futuro certo pela frente.

- Falando em Norris... Cadê aquele pivete? - Stella perguntou, arrancando mais uma risada do piloto ao seu lado. - Mas sério, ele tá sempre na sua cola.

- Deve estar quebrando tudo no paddock. Ou só tentando manter o foco na corrida e não cair nos amores da sua melhor amiga... - Daniel disse a última frase fazendo uma voz assustadora e alguns gestos com as mãos, como se Norris estivesse sido enfeitiçado por Marília. Stella gargalhou. - Bom, preciso ir, ainda tenho que correr pelo nome desses malas. Nos vemos depois, Bella. - Daniel depositou um beijo na testa da garota e saiu em direção ao seu motorhome onde seu carro já estava estacionado.

Stella ia se dirigindo para o paddock da Ferrari mas foi interrrompida por sua amiga Marília, que a puxou pela mão, fazendo com que ela virasse de repente para a amiga e os dois pilotos da RedBull, que estavam um pouco atrás de Marília.

- Que susto, quase um jumpscare isso. - Stella resmungou, fazendo careta. Marília riu.

- Para de ser boba. - Marília respondeu, puxando a amiga mais pra perto. - Vim te desejar boa sorte.

As duas se olharam por alguns segundos e se abraçaram, genuinamente. Enquanto Marília ainda estava nos braços de Stella, viu Charles se aproximando, com uma expressão meio tensa e ansiosa. De súbito, a garota soltou a amiga e preferiu se aproximar de Max e Checo.

- Ah, Charles... Eu já tava indo. A gente tem que resolver aquelas coisas do carro. - Stella dizia, sorrindo meio amarelo e tentando abraçar o monegasco de lado. - Vamos, anda, o tempo tá voando. Boa sorte, bulls. - Stella ia dizendo enquanto se retirava e acenava para os que ficaram.

- Ela é ótima. - Checo disse, observando Stella correndo pelo paddock da Ferrari e sujando desde as mãos até um pouco do rosto com graxa. - Vocês duas realmente vieram do mesmo planeta. - Checo disse e acabou arrancando uma risada de todos ali, inclusive de Charles, que cumprimentou o piloto mexicano e seu amigo, Max.

- Boa sorte, mate. Que vença o melhor. - Charles deu a mão para o holandês que sorriu, orgulhoso, e apertou a mão do amigo piloto da Ferrari.

Charles deu um breve sorriso em direção a Marília, que corou e sentiu seu peito apertar ao ver Charles não dirigindo nenhuma palavra a ela e saindo de perto sem nem dizer ou fazer algo. Mas era de se esperar, depois do episódio no clube em Singapura.

- E aí, cabrón. - Checo começou, se dirigindo a Max, que o olhou com surpresa e um sorriso no rosto. - Vamos correr atrás do que é nosso?

Max sorriu ainda mais ao ouvir aquilo. Se sentia confiante, radiante, como um próprio leão. Vez ou outra tinha suas ideias malucas na cabeça e se sentia dono daquele paddock, pois era ele quem dominava tudo naquele ano.

- Mas é óbvio, não vejo a hora. Mas só se a Mari chegar primeiro lá no nosso paddock. - Max disse e saiu correndo, sendo seguido por Checo e deixando Marília boquiaberta. A mesma ia seguindo os dois mas sentiu uma mão em seus ombros, bem familiar. Era Lando, com seu boné laranja da McLaren. Tinha seu macacão só até a cintura e o fireproof bem colado ao corpo. A garota olhou o mesmo da cabeça aos pés e deu uma risadinha, se lembrando de algumas coisas.

- Relaxa, Mari. Aqui ninguém vai ver nada, eu sou só o piloto dos papayas e você é a rainha da RedBull. - Dizia o rapaz, ajeitando seu boné. - Mas não podia deixar de te desejar boa sorte hoje. - Lando disse, sorrindo de lado.

Marília entendia um pouco dos motivos do britânico não querer envolver a mesma numa fofoca ou coisa do tipo. Ambos se importavam demais com a imagem deles mesmos sobre isso, mas, principalmente Marília, que sempre deixou claro.

- Obrigada, Norris. - Respondeu ela, sorrindo enquanto arrumava uma mecha de seus cabelos que caia no seu rosto. Os dois se olharam por alguns segundos e a garota, por um impulso, ou talvez por vontade própria mesmo, estalou um beijo em uma das bochechas do rapaz, que corou. Ambos se despediram com um aceno e a engenheira dos Bulls finalmente se dirigiu ao seu motorhome, onde já encontrava Max e Checo dando os últimos preparativos antes de entrar no carro e seu chefe, Horner, que fez expressão de surpresa ao ver a mais nova.

- Puxa vida! Que honra ter você de volta. Quase levei um susto e achei que tinha voltado para os italianos. - Horner brincou, enquanto Marília fazia careta e ria.

- Não vou deixar vocês. Não agora. - A mais nova respondeu, abraçando de leve seu chefe e indo correndo falar com seu melhor amigo, Max, que já colocava sua balaclava e pegava seu capacete com o icônico desenho de leão na parte superior.

- Boa sorte, Max. - Marília apertou uma das mãos do amigo e viu que o mesmo usava três braceletes. Ele sempre costumava usar apenas dois, um que sua mãe havia lhe dado e o outro era de sua irmã. O terceiro, que não aparecia nos braços do holandês há tempos, era um presente de Stella. Marília notou aquele detalhe mas preferiu não tocar no assunto naquele momento.

O piloto assentiu com a cabeça, mas por dentro de seu capacete tinha um sorriso. Abraçou a amiga e entrou no seu carro.

"IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!"

A corrida começara bem para a equipe de Marília. A mesma não desgrudava os olhos dos monitores e tinha seus fones de ouvido quase colados em suas orelhas e ouvia cada pedido e feedback que Verstappen falasse no rádio.

Max tinha sempre Charles em sua cola, durante boa parte da corrida.

- Meu Deus, ele não vai conseguir. Eu sei que não vai. - Stella reclamava no paddock da Ferrari enquanto também assistia pelos monitores e se sentia frustrada pelas tentativas falhas de seu piloto para ultrapassar Verstappen.

- Bella, calma, já estamos quase na última volta... Ambos estão num ritmo bom, Charles pode reverter isso. - Um dos engenheiros da Ferrari que estava ao seu lado tentava se manter positivo, mas, logo na última volta, Leclerc deu uma freada e fez uma manobra que o fez tomar uma punição e perdeu alguns segundos de prova. Naquela altura, Charles fez a manobra para se proteger de Checo, que também o caçava como um leão para tomar o segundo lugar.

- CAZZO! NÃO É JUSTO! NÃO É JUSTO! - Stella jogou longe uma garrafinha dágua que tinha na mão, assustando todos em volta, mas que também ficaram indignados. - Charles vai terminar no pódio em terceiro.

Enquanto isso no motorhome da RedBull, Marília sorria como uma criança, sem querer, ao ver seu amigo tomando a liderança e vendo que o título estava quase em suas mãos. Quando viu que Charles havia tomado uma punição, passou a mão pelo rosto e bufou. Conseguia imaginar a frustração do piloto naquele momento, mas, logo viu que agora Checo tomava seu lugar, em segundo.

Era um misto de sentimentos. Os engenheiros já corriam para a grade do paddock, como de costume, para receber seu vencedor e, hoje, mais especificamente, seu bicampeão mundial. Com aquele resultado, o piloto da Ferrari não conseguiria mais alcançar Verstappen na pontuação, mesmo com algumas poucas corridas a acontecer ainda.

- Max, você é bicampeão. Attaboy! Você conseguiu, mais uma vez! Nós conseguimos! - Horner dizia no rádio para Verstappen, que já havia cruzado a linha de chegada e levava os braços pro alto em forma de comemoração. Tentava responder algo que fizesse sentido, mas naquele momento só conseguia pensar em extravasar e gritar o quanto conseguisse, mesmo que o mundo todo ouvisse.

Marília, ao ver a felicidade do amigo, se emocionou. Tentou segurar algumas lágrimas que insistiam em cair, mas não conseguiu se conter. Olhou para seu chefe, Horner, que a abraçou forte. - Eu te disse, menina, eu te disse! Nós conseguimos, de novo! - O mais velho repetia, enquanto abraçava e enxugava as lágrimas da garota, que ao mesmo tempo sorria como se fosse a primeira vez ao ver seu melhor amigo conquistar um campeonato mundial.

O pódio se formou com Max em primeiro, Checo em segundo e Charles em terceiro.

- Diavolo, ele fez de novo. - Alguns engenheiros da Ferrari resmungavam enquanto já estavam na parte de fora do paddock para tentar avistar a festa da equipe rival e receber seu piloto, que também subiria ao pódio.

Stella ouvia os comentários frustrados e às vezes maldosos contra Verstappen e ria baixo. No meio da multidão que o esperava, pôde ver o piloto holandês chegando e abraçando sua equipe e logo depois Horner e Marília, ao mesmo tempo.

Os Tifosi também estavam na grade, esperando por Charles, que assim que tirou seu capacete, tinha uma expressão cansada e um tanto frustrada, mas logo foi cumprimentar o amigo, já campeão.

Charles ignorou a presença dos demais da RedBull e foi se encontrar com sua equipe, abraçando Stella logo de primeira.

- Você deu sua sorte pra ele. - Charles disse, sorrindo de canto. Stella tinha uma expressão confusa que fez o monegasco rir, mesmo naquele momento. - O bracelete. Ele tá usando.

Stella tentou reparar de longe o pulso de Verstappen e pôde perceber que realmente haviam três braceletes ali. Sua mente entrou em confusão por tentar entender porque ele voltara a usar aquilo.

- Você ainda é meu campeão, mon prince. - Stella disse se dirigindo a Charles, que ia abraçando Checo, que também fez questão de cumprimentar a garota.

Charles sorriu e apertou as mãos da amiga antes de se dirigir ao coolroom.

Marília era ovacionada por sua equipe, como sempre, e já tinha tomado o primeiro banho de champanhe da noite. Dava risada e abraçava seus colegas de equipe, quando foi interrrompida por Horner.

- Vem, você sobe no pódio comigo. - Disse ele simplesmente, a guiando pelo braço.

- Horner! Qual foi essa ideia... - Marília ia dizendo, quando encontrou-se com Max e Charles conversando. Horner a olhou de lado e sussurrou "relaxa" e se dirigiu para outra sala ao lado.

- Parabéns, Marília. - Charles disse, entre dentes. Tinha um sorriso apertado e tentava demonstrar naturalidade ao lado da garota, que naquele instante não sabia muito bem o que dizer.

- Obrigada, Charles. - Respondeu ela, sorrindo torto.

Algum deles ia se manifestar mas foram logo interrompidos por alguém do staff que avisava que a hora da entrega dos troféus e dos hinos já ia começar.

Marília ia se dirigindo até ao lado do pódio e podia ver lá de cima sua equipe, ovacionando Max e feliz por Checo também. Logo ao lado deles, a equipe da Ferrari apoiava Charles.

A garota procurava no meio da multidão sua amiga, Stella, mas logo a avistou, no mesmo lugar que ela, no mesmo pódio, mas do lado oposto, ao lado de Charles. A garota tinha uma expressão um pouco séria e Marília pôde perceber que a amiga tinha os olhos marejados. O olhar de ambas se encontrou, finalmente, e Marília deu um sorriso fraco para a amiga, que apenas assentiu com a cabeça.

"Max Verstappen, you are the world champion!"

Com os respectivos hinos tocados e as honras feitas, Max foi coroado como campeão, mais uma vez.

Levava a bandeira de seu país nas costas e tentava não se emocionar ao ouvir seu nome tantas vezes. Enquanto levava o famoso e icônico banho de champanhe dos seus colegas de pódio, decidiu atacar Marília, que tentou fugir do jato da bebida mas já era tarde demais. Horner já impedia que a garota fugisse e a mesma acabou aceitando levar o banho da bebida.

Já na parte superior do paddock, junto dos demais engenheiros e todos da equipe da RedBull, o campeão fazia a festa.

- Cadê a Marília? - Perguntava ele entre risadas e abraços de companheiros. - Sem ela isso daqui não faz sentido! - Exclamou o piloto, fazendo com que todos da equipe fossem a procura da garota.

Max se desfez do abraço dos companheiros e foi em busca da amiga pelo paddock, que naquele momento tinha o céu da noite iluminado pelos fogos de artifício. Não precisou andar muito e logo encontrou a amiga.

- ONDE VOCÊ TAVA? - Verstappen exclamou, enquanto abraçou a garota e começou a girar a mesma pelo ar. A garota dava gritinhos e abraçava forte o amigo. - Isso tudo aqui não faz sentido sem você.

Marília corou e deixou uma lágrima cair, sem querer. O orgulho que sentia pelo amigo transbordava naquele momento.

- Foi lindo, Max. - Marília disse, ainda emocionada, enquanto abraçou o mesmo mais uma vez.

Os dois se abraçavam e riam como na infância, assim como Marília havia desejado alguns dias antes. Era como se o tempo não tivesse passado nem por um instante, e eles sempre foram irmãos, de coração.

- Mari, só preciso do... - Stella ia chegando mas parou assim que viu os dois grudados num abraço. A garota sentiu a garganta apertar e passou a mão pelo pulso, onde carregava um bracelete igual ao que Max usava naquela noite.

Marília virou de repente. - STELLA! - Começou a garota, enxugando as lágrimas.

Stella olhava a festa ao redor e seus olhos estavam agora perdidos nos olhos de Max, que a olhava com ternura. O piloto fez o mesmo gesto de passar a mão pelo pulso, exatamente onde estava o bracelete que ela havia dado anos atrás.

Marília olhava para os dois como se esperasse por alguma atitude. Algum gesto. Mas eram só olhares. Max também tinha os olhos marejados e uma emoção enorme naquele instante, tinha acabado de conquistar seu segundo campeonato. Mas a garota que estava em sua frente deixava tudo mais bonito. Brilhante, emocionante, agridoce. Era um soco no rosto de tantos sentimentos entre os dois.

Max ia abrindo a boca para se manifestar mas foi puxado por alguns colegas de equipe, mas logo o piloto, mesmo sendo carregado nos ombros de um companheiro, não tirava os olhos de Isabella, que agora já não conseguia mais conter o que sentia.

Marília olhou para a amiga e respirou fundo. Pegou a mesma pelo braço e a abraçou, forte, como se ela soubesse como Isabella precisava daquele contato naquele momento.

- Eu tenho tanto orgulho de você. - Stella dizia, ainda abraçada com a amiga.

- Só de mim? - Marília questionou, mesmo sabendo que Stella não daria o braço a torcer.

As duas se olharam rapidamente e riram e voltaram para o abraço. Não importava se Marília vestia o uniforme azul da RedBull e Stella vestia o uniforme vermelho vivo da Ferrari, elas sabiam que algumas coisas ultrapassavam a rivalidade na pista.

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Super Soldier Hugs

Original concept: Sunshine

All you did was leave this absolutely beautiful comment and my brain decided to drop everything and write cause this is what I thought of when I read what you wrote @buckiesbabie ❤️🥺thank you

TW: Reader struggles with mental health

Okay but imagine after that night, you’re almost always in Bucky’s arms.

At first, its as a thank you after you’ve looked over him after he comes back from a mission. But then he’s looking for excuses to come and see you, hugging you while you give him a little hello kitty band aid for his paper cut (you’ve ran out, since he’s insisted he needed medical attention for just about everything)

The team’s started to notice he’s in the infirmary way more than usual but they start to piece it together when he leaves with his cheeks blushing and a goofy smile on his face.

You’ve started to feel a bit better but there are still hard days. He snuggles you, and lets your cry as much as you need to, soothing you as best as he can.

The team confronts Bucky about his antics, thinking it’s just a crush and while that part is true (try raging crush), he tells them you needed a little sunshine too, without saying much more.

Their heart breaks because they can’t imagine their little sunshine ever feeling upset, especially when you hide it so well.

You’re stunned at the care package they left on your desk;

Fuzzy blankets from Steve, a fluffy robe, bath bombs and candles from Nat, a teddy bear from Sam, cookies from Clint (Laura made them and you’d live off of them), pop tarts (sooo many pop tarts) from Thor and squishmallow from Bruce (squish when mad - Hulk)

The most important gift came as a direct order from Tony.

“Take some time off, do what you need to do. All your medical expenses are covered, just take care of yourself first sunshine”

And the best part?

“You can take tinman if you want”

You take a few weeks off, deciding to stay near the compound while you get accustomed to new medication. You did take “tinman: with you. He was the first thing you decided to pack, running right to his room. Didn’t have to tell him twice. In fact, he asked 0 questions. He was ready to be your Bucky bear.

You get better. You return. It’s not perfect but you’re healthier. Everything felt like it was back to normal exceeepptttt.

You’re not ready to return Bucky back to his room just yet. Or ever. So he happily moves into your room. You now have your favorite super soldier to cuddle with every night, doctors orders.

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed! (also this is an 18+ blog, I can’t tag nameless/ageless blogs)

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whitexwolfxx310 · 2 years ago

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I'm Dreaming Of A *White* Christmas (BBWWS)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Christmas fun at The Compound with Bucky gets steamy.

Warnings: 18+ !!! Y/N, smut post, super fluff and some angst, oral sex (Female to male), unprotected sex, shower sex, light cursing, talk of love.

Word Count: 3708

Gif: Credit goes to dunkinnn and lizzie-olsen

A/Ns: Sorry this post took a little bit longer than usual. With the holidays, things got a little crazy. Thank you for your patience. Thank you all so much for reading!

Taglist: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza @beware-my-thorns @prettylittlepluviophile @annoyinglythoughtfuldestiny @calwitch @ozwriterchick @roofwitty779

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Gone on another mission, The Compound has been relatively quiet. While this building has every amenity you could think of and more, it tends to get a bit lonely. Every morning you wake up to find Bucky already awake, looking at you with an affectionate smile which is an incredible way to start any day. Each night you're disappointed by a lonely bed, putting it out into the universe that he will be home soon.

With the holidays quickly approaching, you can't help but have a strong feeling of empathy towards your fellow housemates. The holidays seem to be something not necessarily celebrated around here, which isn't uncommon in this field of work. Most of these people have experienced a terrible loss or some sort of tragic incident that makes celebrating difficult, which is completely understandable. But not this year. This year, you're going to do what you can to bring some peace, some sort of recognition that they so desperately deserve.

Remembering that there was an abundance of extra Christmas decorations courtesy of Quill and the rest of the Guardians, (Which no one has really any idea where they came from), you quickly make your way down to the storage room to glance it over. After multiple trips between The Compound floors, you're now looking at the large array of festive pieces on the living room floor. A small wave of anxiety flows through you at the thought of Bucky coming home and seeing, what he considers, a mess. His tidiness is both a blessing and a curse.

Let's get to it then.

A few stressful hours of hard work and perfection gives you the satisfaction you were hoping for. Across the island in the kitchen is draped, greenery garland. Three classic red, white, and green stockings hang adjacent on the wall. One for Bucky, one for yourself, and of course, one for Alpine. Fake, fluffy white snow covers the base of the bay window. Mini white Christmas lights outline the entirety of each window pane. A few gold candles of various sizes were placed on each counter. And last, but not least, the main attraction of it all is the Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room. Also decorated with classic Christmas lights and has a modest mixed amount of red and gold ornaments. Alpine seems to approve of the tree as well, brushing her face up against the bottom branches.

Putting some of your favorite Christmas movies on repeat, you start on one of the most important traditions of all: homemade hot chocolate and bake cookies to decorate. While baking has never been a strong suit for you, technological advances have come a long way in the form of break apart sugar cookie dough.

The aroma of freshly baked cookies and a hint of pine fills the apartment. Setting the cookies onto a cooling rack, you start to set up a small decoration station that includes different color icing and sprinkles. Being so involved in the art that is cookie decorating, you didn't even hear the door open. Out of your peripheral vision, Bucky is slowly walking in, slightly waving his hand to get your attention as to not scare you. It doesn't work. You jump back slightly.

"Sorry! Sorry.... I really tried not to frighten you." Bucky laughs, but his eyes start to wonder around the apartment. "Wow." He says, sort of monotoned.

You scurry from behind the counter, now standing in front of him. Coming from a person who's tidiness is on just a whole new level, it might seem like Santa Claus himself threw up in this place. Bucky doesn't make eye contact with you as he continues to look over each and every new detail about the apartment.

"Is it too much? It's too much. I'm sorry!" You feel the anxiety start to rise up from the pit of your stomach as you spin to start taking things down but are soon held in place by a warm hand grasped onto yours.

“No, don’t.” He starts, focusing on you for the first time since he noticed the newly decorated apartment. “It’s beautiful.” His eyes dart between each and every new display. Alpine sits firmly at Bucky’s feet while softly purring, her tail gently swishing back and forth along the floor behind her as she demands the obligatory welcome home love session.

“Oh hi, pretty girl.” Bucky says as he kneels down onto the floor, his hand scratches the top of her head and moved down along her back. Rolling over onto her back, Alpine meows and pokes out her stomach. He laughs as he indulges in the belly rubs. “I know, I know. Did you miss me?”

If he's like this with a cat, imagine him with kids. Ugh. My heart.

"Now you're the one with a staring problem." Bucky says looking up at you from the floor. You quickly realize that you were daydreaming, watching him, cheesing so hard that your cheeks hurt.

"S-Sorry." You say quietly, your cheeks now turning red from embarrassment. Giving one more gentle caress down Alpine's stomach, Bucky stands up, facing you, taking a step closer.

"Did you miss me?" He asks. The question was proposed as a sarcastic one. But by now, you know there is an hidden underlying implication. Searching his eyes, you see it. He's genuinely curious. And yet, he seems nervous for the answer although he is trying his best not to show it.

"Ehh..." You take a step closer, now standing on the balls of your feet making yourself taller so that the tips of your noses just touch. "Maybe a little." A small snort escapes from your nose just before you stretch your neck just a little more to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Bucky returns the sentiment, smiling as he cups your face on each side and presses his forehead into yours.

"Same here, Sunshine." Bucky smiles just a little wider. "Although..." He takes a step backwards, moving his hands down from your cheeks to your biceps. "I need to know. What is it that's making this place smell so good?"

"Oh!" You're slightly bouncing from the excitement, and relief, of him liking the décor. "I made sugar cookies." You say eagerly, tilting your neck slightly to the left a few times indicating to look over. He walks over to the island, looking at the display of treats prepped and ready to be decorated. Bucky goes to take one and you slap his hand away. His eyebrows raised in surprise. "If you help me decorate, maybe I'll let you have one."

The promise of a small treat was all the convincing he needed. New core memories are created as Bucky wraps his arms around you from behind, trying to spread icing onto the cookies. It was difficult for two people to try and accomplish in such a close proximity. By the time you’re both done, it looks as though a toddler iced and sprinkled the cookies. The playful banter back and forth with each other lead to the occasional tease with icing.

Both stepping back to admire the kindergarten grade cookies, you both look at each other and laugh. “It’s the thought that counts, right?” Bucky continues to chuckle as he tries to sound convincing.

His hand catches your eye, the tiniest drop of icing on his finger. “Here, you have a little…” you start as you take his hand. Bringing it to your mouth, your lips wrapping around his pointer finger a little further down than necessary. Keeping eye contact with him, you slowly pull back, allowing the pad of his finger to slide against your bottom teeth and the tip of your tongue delicately flicks over the end of his fingertip as it exits your mouth.

Bucky, intrigued, raises his eyebrows in response. He visibly relaxes as a grin smoothly appears on his mouth. "And you..." He says, as he leans his face in closer to yours while his thumb and pointer finger create a U shape around your chin. "Have something right..." Using those two fingers only, he manipulates your head to tilt up and to the side. His tongue presses to your cheek, dragging it slowly upwards. "Here." He says, leaving a sensual kiss on your cheek. Your body trembles slightly under his touch after being alone for the last few weeks. Your skin starts ever so lightly tingle from each time he makes skin to skin contact.

Giggling, you step backward towards the counter and reach for a container with the remaining icing. Quickly you stick your finger into the icing and boop Bucky on the nose. His forehead and nose scrunch revealing a playful smile. Reaching for the container, he sticks three fingers into the icing, now grinning from ear to ear.

You quickly realized that you made a mistake. Trying to dart away, Bucky snatches you up from behind. Kicking your feet and squealing, he lets go, bending over from laughing so hard. You take this opportunity to run on the other side of the counter so at least that is between you two. You mirror his movements. Each step he takes to the right, you take one to the left and vise versa.

Even for a split second, it was a stupid thought that you could even outrun him. Watching him intently, you bite your bottom lip. Now wearing a mischievous smile, Bucky jumps up onto the island effortlessly. Within one stride he steps down onto a chair and lightly jumps onto the floor in front of you. Knowing that you’re trapped no matter which way you try to go, your fight vs flight response completely shorts out. He swiftly moves forward, bracing you with his left arm but using the messy icing fingers to gently grab your face. Almost as if it was a wedding cake, he caresses it across your face.

“Bucky!!!” You call but can barely get out with all of the laughing. You’re then silenced with a sweet, messy, perfect ‘fall in love’ this very moment, kiss. It feels as if you’re just melting into him. Your body presses up against him and his does the same in response.

“We are um… quite messy.” You breathe between kisses.

"Hmm." He moans into your mouth. "I think I know what we can do to fix that." Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you up, supporting you from underneath your thighs.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walks you both through the bedroom and into your shared bathroom. Leaning into the shower, he turns the water on. Steam immediately starts to fill the bathroom, making the atmosphere thicker. You can feel him shifting around slightly, which a moment later you recognized that he had removed his shoes. As you're expecting him to put you down so you can take your clothes off, he doesn't. Opening the glass door into the shower, he steps in, still holding you, and you both fully clothed.

"W-What are you doing?!" You ask, confused and yet curious. Bucky let's out an amused laugh.

"You said we were a mess, Y/N. You gave me a problem and this is my solution." He says, lightheartedly. Gently, he helps you plant your feet down onto the wet tile, bracing you in case your clumsiness decides to show it's ugly face.

Once you're stable, your arms find their way around each other once more. The warm water from the large, rainfall showerhead is weaving in and out between the kiss. As the seconds pass by, both your clothes and his, are starting to stick tightly to your bodies from being damp. Feeling confined from the now restricted clothing, you pull away from the kiss. Bucky's hair has fallen to it's natural state, dripping into his face as he looks into your eyes fervently.

Your hands instinctively reach for the bottom of his shirt, rolling it up a little at a time. At least, as much as you can peel the damp fabric off of his body. With a little additional help from Bucky himself, the soaked t-shirt is discarded into the corner of the shower. Reciprocating, his hands start to tug upwards on the hem of your shirt. While he's pulling up, you start trying to shimmy out of the top as well.

"I guess I didn't think this all the way through." Bucky laughs. That genuine, can turn your entire day around, contagious and reserved laugh that only you're allowed to hear. Your body feels as though it's going to liquify underneath his touch.

Almost being successful with the shirt, he is able to get the clothing up your neck and partially over your face. He lingers a moment, letting the drowned shirt stay just above your nose. Leaning in, his mouth is immediately on yours. The shirt being used as a makeshift blindfold for a moment. Bending down just a little, your head and arms are free, your shirt now joining his on the floor.

Pressing your bodies into one another, each others hands find their way to the button of the other persons jeans. Working collectively and matching movements, you are now eagerly stepping out of your pants while maintaining the kiss. After undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, you take this opportunity to break away from the kiss. Bending down onto your knees, you grasp the hem of the jeans and start tearing them down.

Bucky braces his back against the humid shower glass, leaning his hips lightly forward towards you to aid in getting the jeans off. Feeling absolutely feral as his pants come off to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, your eyes lock with one another. Like a lightbulb turning on, the idea clicks into your head. We've never been here before.

Sitting back on your knees, the warmth of the rainfall lands near the back of your head, spilling into your hair and along your back. Bucky has an inquisitive expression on his face, wondering where this is going.

Blinking a few waterdrops off of your lashes, you lean in slightly and your hand reaches his ankle, your fingers slowly trailing their way up higher and higher, also leaving the occasional small scratch along the way. While it seemed painfully slow, it was only a matter of time before your hand was at his base. Looking up through hooded eyes, you open your mouth, tongue stretched out as you press it to his tip.

Maintaining the eye contact, your lips curl into a smirk before placing them around the head. Bucky's clenching his teeth, looking as though the breath was sucked right out of him. Sighing, his head leans backward onto the glass. Pulling back and opening your mouth more, you lean in, being able to take more of him in. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, his waist instinctively pressing towards you.

Sliding your mouth backwards, you make it a point to press your tongue firmly up against the bottom of his shaft as you start to pull away. His chest is already heaving. This won't take much. With one hand gently gripped in his inner thigh, the other hand wraps around the bottom of his length. Once your mouth is pulled all the way back, you wait until Bucky's eyes lock with yours. Without blinking, you spit onto the end, using your hand that is already grasped onto him to slide the lubrication you provided down and around.

His mouth hangs open slightly at the gesture but is soon replaced with a low, mumbled moan. Waiting until your hand makes it's way back to the tip, you use your mouth to accompany the hand. Almost as if holding a microphone, your hand guides your mouth up and down. As soon as he seems to be enjoying himself, you switch it up, intensifying and edging him closer and closer to his climax.

Your grasp twists around as it goes forward and back. The top of your tongue flicks left and right as it gets guided by your hand. He's becoming restless; heavy breathing, more vocal, his right hand moves down to intertwine in your hair, encouraging you movements a go a little faster. When you can feel him start to get harder in your grip, his hand releases from your hair. Bringing his right hand up to his face, he bites down on his own knuckle, hard.

This takes you back a moment, confused by the gesture. A small 'pop' sound as your mouth pulls back and off of him. There's a flicker that crosses his gaze, looking at you amazed, adoringly, and something within him that also is coming out primal.

Bucky lifts you off of your knees to stand straight in front of him. Placing both of your hands on his chest, he hungerly seeks your lips. Modesty is out the window as his tongue caresses against yours. The kiss portrays how much he has missed you, how much he craves to be with you, to be inside of you any way that he can.

He then turns you around, your hands and breasts pressed against the glass. Using his foot between your legs, he spreads each leg just a little wider. His chest finds your back straight away, desperate to be as close to you as possible. Reaching around, his pointer and right middle finger go to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

Your now sensitive body is pushing back against him. But after the slight foreplay, Bucky is ready to move forward. He slides the tip of himself on your core from back to front, before he is at your center, pushing himself in slowly. A relieved sigh comes from deep in your throat, trying everything to compose yourself and not beg him to fuck the ever living daylights out of you.

Once he is fully in, he stops for a moment; Taking all of you in, letting you adjust around his length.

"You're so tight..." Bucky breathes. It's like music to your ears. This moment can only get better at this point. He slowly draws himself almost completely out of you, but then thrusts back in. The suddenness makes you jump slightly from being so delicate under his touch. Before too long, he's pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. The water trickles down on your back and funnels through right to where the two of your bodies meet.

The moaning from both yourself, and him, start to become more frequent and louder with the panting breaking the now constant vocals. "Don't stop." You breathe. Just trying to get the two simple words out was a task in itself. Keeping the same rhythm, the thrusts become a little bit more defined. Now the moans, if you could even call them that, start to coincide with one another. The waves of warmed water crashing over you both.

A familiar pressure has been creeping up inside you. The one that demands to be seen, heard, and felt. The pleasure that feels so good but almost begs you to stop at the same time. A feeling that you're going to explode from the inside out, in the best way possible. Arching your back down just a little more, Bucky starts to glide right over the sweetest spot of all with each forward and back motion.

Your face presses up against the cool glass of the shower, trying to relieve yourself from the scorching heat rippling through you. His hands grab each side of your hips, causing the collision to get even more intense. Didn't think that was possible.

Feeling as though you took a step off of a tall ledge, you can't help but fall in love with the feeling of the free fall. The additional warmth from his climax mixed with your own drags the moment out. Becoming almost painfully sensitive with each slowing stroke.

Breathless, you each take a moment to collect yourselves. Your heartrate coming down, panting, the instant chill of sweat meeting the air. You can feel him gently pull out and your body's response is to quickly bury yourself in his chest. This is the moment; The exact place and time that if you were to die in this second, it would be the perfect way to go.

Being the sweet, nurturing man that only you seem to know, Bucky holds you and caresses your soft slicked skin. This is the first time your mind sees him. The protector, vulnerable, independent, and humble man that has everything you have ever wanted and more in a partner. The gentleness in his touch is what you needed to be complete. He isn't the type to jump in bed and leave at the first chance he gets. He's committed. He looks after you, paying attention to the tiniest details about yourself. Continuing to be there for you in the way of taking care of you. Washing your body, rubbing his sudsy hands up and down along your body.

Taking in a deep breath, it sounds like he's going to say something but hesitates. You look up to meet his eyes, looking into them admiringly. There is a heaviness in the air between you. An unspoken confession that both of you have, yet no one has been brave enough to say.

"Bucky, I-..." You start, swallowing down the feeling of being rejected in your throat. "I...I love you." It's barely audible. Maybe he didn't even hear it. It's too late to take it back. The lifetime lingering moment of silence makes you requestion the admission you just gave. You didn't even realize you were holding your breath waiting for his answer until his mouth opens.

"I love you too, Y/N." He professes. The amazing moment where it's not just you who has been feeling this way. Everything you have been daydreaming and more might have a chance at becoming reality. It takes everything you have to not jump up and down, celebrating like a teenager.

"Let's go get ready. We have some cookies to hand out." You smile, placing one more gentle kiss on his lips.

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checkeredflaggirl · 3 years ago

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What the drivers make me think of

My opinion, you can add in the comments

Team Mercedes

Lewis Hamilton

carpets, new sneakers, smell of tea herbs, winter mornings, bomber jackets, magazines, tigers, color indigo, wallpapered walls, industrial kitchen, oil, aviator sunglasses, dresser full of colognes, stainless steel

Valterri Bottas

Swans, woods, pine tree smell, the color of clay, sunset through a window, ceiling to floor windows, wooden floors, fur, newspapers, boat sports, coffee cream, Moscow mule

Team Red Bull

Max Verstappen

Lions, grass smell, warm water, coffee beans, shaving cream, balconies, flower baskets, clean towels, horse races, mimosas, brunch, fireplaces, marble floors, sculptures, orchestra concerts

Sergio Perez

Parrots, colorful fabrics, flutes, jungles, sunsets reflecting on water, black and white tiles, roof tiles, white walls, light sheer curtains, lemonade, morning dew smell, pottery, hibiscus

Team Ferrari

Charles Leclerc

Cannes, old photographs, vintage cameras, photo albums, the smell of paper, vinyl record playing, doves, white mugs, chandeliers, lattes, piano, journals, black and white films, rings

Carlos Sainz

Boots, tiles with intricate designs, cactuses, terracota, Mallorca, palm trees, canaries, citronella candles, sandals, brown colors, cinnamon, roasted pork, powdered sugar, guitars, orange juice

Team Mclaren

Lando Norris

Neon, cinemas, midnight, digital clocks, boxed juice, blackout curtains, blue colored walls, comfortable bed, navy bedsheets, white socks, hoodies, joggers, athletic wear, AC, online shopping

Daniel Ricciardo

Flannels, granola aesthetic, teva sandals, deers, x games, jet skis, ATVs, Fox apparel, American Apparel, oversized tshirts, Patagonia, gloves, lumberjack, waterfalls, bungee jump, the band Foster the People, tattoo shops, leather, vans sneakers

Team Alpine

Fernando Alonso

Mansions, family crest, stables, red wine, gold jewelry, candles, tobacco, Cuban cigars, wine cellars, mirrors, oil paintings, dinner time, fur, expensive rugs, roses, arched windows, drapes, baroque style decor

Esteban Ocon

Cottages, country side, small flowers, flower crowns, picnics, cheese platters, pears, marble fountains, linen, glass cups, pearls, small gatherings, old radios, hand fans, soft breeze, clean scent

Team Aston Martin

Lance Stroll

College, jet set lifestyle, wedges, expensive watches, neck pillows, planes, Ibiza, waking up at noon, parties, bachelor life, ray ban wayfarer sunglasses, the movie 21, coming home past curfew, blindfolds, silk pajamas

Sebastian Vettel

The band Journey, Rocky movies, Christmas, family dinners, warm food, a study at home, black coffee, granite toppers, comfortable couch, fireplace, first day with snow, golden retriever, pancakes

Team Alfa Romeo

Kimi Raikkonen

Eurodance, la Bouche, the movie a night at the Roxbury, clubs, sequins, disco balls, vip areas, buying drinks for your friends, having a designated driver, sunglasses at night, monochrome wardrobe

Antonio Giovanazzi

White wine, grapes, vineyards, lunchtime, tennis, hair products, carousel, saxophones, hair brushes, feathers, sheeps , milk, wooden windows, staircases, dimly lit restaurants

Team Alpha Tauri

Yuki Tsunoda

Skincare, pastel colors, watercolor paintings, clothing with no patterns, summer rains, festivals, karaoke, body creams, slippers, rooftop bars, arcades

Pierre Gasly

Champagne towers, New Year’s Eve, gold confetti, missed phone calls, music vibrating on the walls, supermodels, glasses breaking, loud laughs, live music, basement parties, sweating inside a club

Team Haas

Mick Schumacher

Surfing, boats, windbreakers, dry fast clothing, sunscreen, wet suits, bonfires, marshmallows, the movie Point Break, jeeps, soft sand beach, red cups, hiking, pura vida bracelets, pineapples

Nikita Mazepin

Gambling, casinos, blackjack, counting cards to win, security cameras, bodyguards, bags of money, movie John Wick, cyberpunk2077, bartenders, colorful drinks, bloody knuckles

Team Williams

George Russell

Bakeries, victorian england, the sex pistols, punk, studs, black boots, earl grey, turtle necks, boarding school, knee socks, convertible cars, shooting sports

Nicholas Latifi

Chocolate factories, glass jars, laundry day, knitted sweaters, black umbrellas, brownies, vanilla ice cream, mittens, baking, nespresso coffee machine, football matches, violins

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upperstories · 7 years ago

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IT'S STILL YOUR BIRTHDAY OVER ON MY COAST SO IT STILL COUNTS

SO I HEARD YOU LIKE PRIMO BONDING AND I ALSO HEARD IT WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY SO HERE’S MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR YOU AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT WHEN YOU WAKE UP TOMORROW. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

“Be very careful with this, Teto, okay? If you don’t hold it properly, you could get really hurt.”

Enrique watched as Héctor nodded, face as serious as a five-year-old could manage, before his eyes widened as Mamá lit his candle. Really, he was supposed to get picked up a week ago by Tía Mariana, but Mamá was dead-set on little Teto not noticing that he’d been left behind (again) and Enrique was determined to help. So, since Mamá had to finish an order tonight—even though it was the first night of Las Posadas—he’d volunteered to stay with Héctor throughout the procession, to make sure he didn’t get burned by his candle or lost on the way to that night’s Posada house. After all, as Héctor had cheerfully pointed out earlier, he’d never gotten to join in Las Posadas before; they didn’t have that in the hotels he and Tía Mari stayed in.

So, once everyone’s candle was lit, the big group made their way from Mariachi Plaza through the streets of Santa Cecilia, a long trail of golden flames following behind Mary and Joseph (who were played tonight by Quique’s friend, Andres, and Juana, who hated Andres with a passion). Enrique glanced down at Héctor, making sure he was holding his candle right.

“If you get too nervous holding it, you can blow it out,” he whispered. Héctor shook his head firmly, eyes focused on the candle for a moment before he looked up at Enrique.

“Where are we going again, Quique?” he whispered.

“It’s Las Posadas, so we’re looking for in inn for Mary and Joseph. You know, Jesus’ parents.”

“Why do they need to stay in Santa Cecilia?”

“Well, they’re not really staying here. We’re just acting out the Bible story.”

“Oh.” Héctor fell silent, and Quique looked up to see where they were heading to. Looked like they were heading to the Ramos’ house tonight—oh, Teto would love that. They always got the best piñatas. He looked down as Héctor tugged at his jacket.

“Use both hands to hold your candle, Teto.”

“Sorry. Why are we acting it out? Is someone gonna have a baby?”

“It’s…well, it’s a tradition. You know, to tell everyone how Jesus was born.”

Héctor’s eyes widened. “So Jesus is coming?”

Enrique laughed and shook his head. “Sure, yeah. We’re helping Jesus tonight. Ah! Mira, mira, Héctor! We’re at the house!”

As they approached the Ramos’ house, the group began to sing to the closed door.

En el nombre del cielo

os pido posada,

pues no puede andar

mi esposa amada”

There was a short pause before Señor y Señora Ramos sang back:

“Aquí no es mesón

sigan adelante,

yo no puedo abrir,

no sea algún tunante.”

“What? They can’t do that!”

Enrique glanced down at Héctor’s exclamation, eyebrows raising as Héctor looked up at him with a hard frown.

“It’s Jesus! You can’t say go away to Jesus!” he protested.

“Shh, está bien, Teto. Just wait,” Enrique assured before the group sang back:

“No seas inhumano,

tenos caridad,

que el Dios de los cielos

te lo premiará.”

Another pause. Enrique kept his eyes on Héctor as the Ramos’ sang:

“Ya se pueden ir

y no molestar

porque si me enfado

los voy a apalear.”

Héctor puffed out his cheeks. “That’s not how they should talk to a baby.”

“They’re not talking to a baby, Teto, they’re…”

“It’s not how they should talk to anyone! It’s mean!”

“Héctor, it’s fine, just wait, okay?”

“Venimos rendidos

desde Nazaret,

yo soy carpintero

de nombre José.”

Enrique grimaced as he waited for the Ramos’ to sing back.

“No me importa el nombre,

déjenme dormir,

pues ya les digo

que no hemos de abrir.”

This time, Héctor didn’t say anything. Enrique sighed in relief. He must have figured out that it was just pretend. He looked down at his primo just in time to see his brow furrow before he blew out his candle.

“Teto? Are you…” The question was lost in the strangled noise he made as Héctor started pushing his way through the crowd. “Héctor! Stop!”

Héctor didn’t stop. He used his small size to his advantage, dodging and ducking through the other peregrinos too quickly for Enrique to easily catch up to him. He’d only gotten halfway through the crowd when, with wide, horrified eyes, he saw Héctor knock hard on the door.

“Oye! Stop being mean!” he called through the door. “You can’t leave a baby outside! Especially not when it’s Jesus!”

Enrique finally managed to throw himself to the front of the crowd, grabbing Héctor’s hand as the door opened. He gave an awkward smile as Señor y Señora Ramos looked at them curiously. “Sorry, sorry, perdónanos. It’s his first time doing Las Posadas and…” He looked down as Héctor, peeking around Señor Ramos’ legs, let out a loud gasp before sending him a hard glare.

“You have plenty of room for a baby! You shouldn’t lie like that!”

“Héctor, shush.”

“But they do!”

“Shush.”

The couple looked at each other for a moment, then glanced at a few of the parents in the procession before Señora Ramos elbowed her husband with an exaggerated gasp.

“Mi vida, look who it is! It’s the Virgin Mary!”

Señor Ramos matched her gasp. “Ay, you’re right, Ramona!” He grinned down at Héctor. “It’s such a lucky thing you told us, niño, or we might have turned the holy family away!”

They opened the door and gestured for the peregrinos to come inside, singing,

“Dichosa la casa

que abriga este día

a la Virgen Pura

la hermosa María.”

Enrique pulled Héctor aside to let Andres and Juana go in first, noting his primo’s proud look at having done right by baby Jesus. As the procession went inside singing the final verse, Enrique let out a long sigh, then smiled at Héctor.

“Well, for helping out Mary and Joseph, I bet you’ll get the first whack at the piñata.”

Héctor’s face immediately lit up. “We get a piñata?!”

“Por supuesto! How else are we supposed to celebrate? Come on, Teto.”

The rest of the Posada party was relatively normal. Héctor had the time of his life with the piñata and the music, and at one point, Enrique caught sight Señora Ramos showing him their little nacimiento display, patiently explaining that they did have plenty of room for baby Jesus, they were just pretending to be mean earlier. Héctor seemed to accept that before going off to play with a few of the other younger kids.

By the time Berto had announced it was time to head back home, Héctor was dozing against Enrique’s side, evidently worn out from the party. Enrique had coaxed him to climb up on his back, easily carrying him as everyone began heading back to their homes. He was fairly certain little Teto was asleep, so it was a surprise when he felt him shift.

“Quique?”

“Sí, Teto?”

“Was I bad earlier?”

Enrique glanced back, then shook his head. “No, you weren’t bad. You just wanted to help Jesus out like I said we would.” He smiled. “But now that you know it’s pretend, why don’t you just follow my lead tomorrow, okay?”

Héctor lifted his head to look at Enrique, eyes wide. “We get to do this again?”

“Mm-hm. All the way up to Noche Buena. And I promise, Mary and Joseph will be let in every time.” He laughed. “Maybe you can even be Joseph one night.”

“En serio?!”

“I’ll talk to Mamá about it.”

He felt Héctor grin as he settled his face against Enrique’s shoulder again. “This is the best first Posadas ever!” His arms squeezed around his primo just a touch tighter. “Gracias, Quique.”

“Aw, Teto, don’t even mention it. This is what primos are for.“

#I AM AN ABSOLUTE MESS!!!!!!!!!!#WHAT A WONDERFUL GUFT TO WAKE UP TO!!!!!!!#TETO JUSTDOESNT WANT THE BABY TO BE HOMELESS!!!!!#HES A GOOD BOY!!!!!!!!!#coco #coco fanfic #coco fanfiction #gift writing #teacher!au #teacher au #primo prequels #slusheeduck #submission

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jermbone · 4 years ago

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The great big beach

I woke up for sunrise and rode the coastal trails for a nice easy day to Playa Grande. Along the way I stopped for fruit, drank coffee, and sang lots of songs while i cruised along the beaches at low tide. The shell collecting obsession has begun! Playa grande is a place where locals and tourists alike come together all chasing one thing, the waves. I arrived to the playa early in the day. I was greeted by my rad surfer cousin Marjie who has invited me to stay with her and her daughter Alaia while i am in the area. We are going to have such a fun week catching up, and enjoying the ocean. Marjie and Coco are two super cool sisters who live here in Playa Grande to surf, kick back, and live the pura vida. The girls host surf retreats for women, and keep busy with life on la playa. Marjie’s daughter Alaia is 4 years old now. Last time i saw her she was quite shy. Certainly not any more. Alaia has been my little buddy during my stay, and i am eager for her come home from school every day to play. We read books, put on princess tattoos, shred the harmonica, make different arts & crafts, and get her ready to ride her first bike.

Alaia reading me ba ba black sheep, silly kid.

Makin pancakes and playing with our pet snake

My feet were looking pretty nasty from the stinging ants. Itching like you would not believe. Alaia pretends to be my doctor and puts oil on my feet for me. “All fixed up” she says.

Marjie is busy busy with work every day. Fully booked with massages and the tasks of being a mother. NEVER ENDING LAUNDRY. I do what i can to help, like packing Alaia’s lunch, keeping the little one entertained, and helping with dinner & dishes. Im so greatful for her letting me stay. I get to stretch out in a safe house & comfy bed every night, wash clothes and take showers. WOOO!! Alaia and i are third cousins, which means that we share the same GREAT ONE. Every day we pray for grandma together, light a candle for her by her picture, and blow out the candle before bed. Thanking grandma for bringing us all together. Marjie has been working with rekei to send healing energy to grandma and those who surround her.

Coco and her partner Tom are now living on their property they bought. Last time i was here, it was a plot of overgrown land. Now they have a shipping container that Tom has constructed additions to using metal and durarock. It is turning into an amazing little home, and a beautiful property. Comes free with a family of howler monkeys watching from the trees.

During the day i take Marjies dog Pipa down to the property to help Tom and their childhood friend KC. The first day i showed up they got a huge truck load of building materials. Blocks, metal beams, rebar, fencing, and 100 pound bags of concrete. We all busted it out with the help of the driver, who was sort of old but stronger than us all! My job for the day is my favorite job of all. Clearing brush, lighting it on fire, and making sure it doesn’t get out of control. In this dry guanacaste climate, things light up quickly. Tom gave me a tour of virtual reality while we went inside for a break. It blew my mind a little. After 15 minutes i started to have an upset stomach and feel trapped in this new reality. It was fun, but WOAH. I had to get out of there. Tom is working on constructing their bathroom off the back of the shipping container. This involves digging holes, pouring footings, and welding beams together for the frame. Tom gave me a crash course on welding. He says “i dont weld, but im welding.” Good enough for me. He was a great teacher and i had way fun figuring it out. Thanks Tom! We blasted punk rock, never could drink enough water, and got burned a couple times from hot metal. Pipa has a great time being a free dog, looking for things to eat, and sleeping in the shade. Im so happy to have a dog friend to keep me company in playa grande.

A biiig stick bug, can you spot him?

I ride my bike down to the beach for sunset nearly every afternoon. Some times i swim, surf, or just sit on the beach and watch the birds dive for fish while the waves crash on the rocks. Surfing is the hardest sport I’ve ever tried. Im constantly getting worked by the oceans energy. The ocean can be incredibly bliss and relaxing. It can also be violent and powerful. Either way it’s great to get out on the water and give it what i got. Lots of water in every crevice of my body. Saltwater cleanse i suppose.

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crossfitmdi · 4 years ago

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As the smoke clears & the dust settles I reflect on 39 rotations around the sun. I don’t deserve the love I get, yet my God blesses me with favor & Flava. Thank you @msnancyalvarado for all that you did this weekend & that you continue to do in my life daily. Please Accept my deepest gratitude & love for making this birthday a memorable one. You knew what I desired most and pulled it off seamlessly. I love you Pura Vida with every atom of my being. Thank you big sis/mom @jealopez for your humongous protective heart & for always putting family before anything. You are a freaking saint woman. You need a national holiday & candles lit up in your honor. To my friends aka the team aka the squad. Your friendship & time is something I hold near & dear. Thank you all who messaged me all weekend long. Your love is over whelming & appreciated. #happygday #39yearsyoung #godschild #favor #flava #blessed https://www.instagram.com/p/CKKmNM-BTDA/?igshid=1sxebkjqxn1ui

#happygday #39yearsyoung #godschild #favor #flava #blessed

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loveracoustic · 7 years ago

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thanksksks @friendlyneighborhoodpegacorn for tagging me💞 miss you b.

What is your favourite song to sing/hum to? DONT BLAME ME

What is your favourite flower, tree, plant? idk its the flower on the cover of looking for alaska, not gonna lie its 100% because of that goddamn book

Favourite colours? gray as fuck, pale pink, aqua blue, deep deep red

What do you draw? lil waves like the pura vida ring, sometimes hearts, sometimes the flower from looking for alaska, mostly nothin tho

How do you take your coffee/tea? Or if you don’t like either of those, what’s your favourite hot drink? coffee with peppermint creamer. or just lots and lots and lots of creamer. my teas gotta be strong ya know

favourite candle scent? apple cinnamon oml

Sunrise or sunset? SUNSETS❤️

What perfume/cologne do you wear, if you do? i have most of the ts perfumes but usually just wear scented bath and body works lotion

What’s your go-to dance move? i ironically, like, whip and hit them folks. ironically though because ik it looks godawful

Favourite quotes? “i only see my goals; i dont believe in failure” and soooo many more

Favourite self-care routines? drinking lots and lots of water, showering, little coping skills n such

Fuzzy socks or house slippers? i live and breathe fuzzy socks

What colour(s) are your eyes? blue

Favourite eye colour on others? anything looks good tbh

Favourite season? autumn or spring. or summer. absolutely not winter though

Favourite dog breeds? black lab, huskey

Cheek, neck, or nose kisses? never kissed anyone so idk

What does your happy place look like? cafe in london when its lightly raining. or at home in bed with my dog/cats under the covers while its storming outside

Do you want to get married? yes

Silk or lace? lace!!

Favourite weather? the calm before the storm, or thunderstorms

mkay i tag @couldbtrusted @afterthestormswift

#this took awhile but i love it #idk if anyones gonna read this but twas fun

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lisboabeat · 5 years ago

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Para continuar a noite vamos ter um dos Dj's que mais tem dado cartas por todo o lado - Dj Coder - que nos promete um Set precioso e diversificado...para o Warm Up vamos ainda poder ouvir o DJ Alex Mano, com a sua excelente selecção musical regada por muita técnica como nos tem habituado.

20.02.20 EUROPA Amuse-Bouche at Europa by Auber Music - La Gugga ✚ Bali

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20.02.20 MUSICBOX Noite Perpétua — AFF (live), Conhecido João, Lieben

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21.02.20 EUROPA Kaesar (B'Day) - Europa's Core

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21.02.20 MUSICBOX Juliana Huxtable / DJ Paypal / Meia de Leite dj set | MHS

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21.02.20 5A CLUB Ogeid | 5A

21.02.20 LUX FRÁGIL Microdosing: Ivan Smagghe x Fantastic Twins live x Autarkic live

Showcase da Microdosing com Ivan Smagghe, Fantastic Twins live e Autarkic live. Microdosing is a series of compilation 12”s selected by Julienne Dessagne aka Fantastic Twins, and designed in collaboration with French visual artist Geff Pellet. Microdosing is a collective experiment aimed at helping you fighting back your modern obsession with happiness. You may deserve a nice day but the day does not need a nice you, nothing should be forced, everything is permitted. Microdosing will provide you with sonic healing weapons on regular basis and at irregular dosage. Those doses will favour psychedelic social techniques against self help tyranny, creation over soma, provoking over numbing, our outer-selves over our inner-selves. Microdosing refuses the fatality of the pleasure principle. Life is a struggle, time to embrace it.

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22.02.20 MUSICBOX Baile Tropicante con La Flama Blanca y Ritmos Cholulteka

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22.02.20 5A CLUB Marc Milner | 5A

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O nosso mestre de cerimónias Dub Tiger cumpre mais uma volta ao sol. A melhor parte disto é que, conhecendo-o como nós o conhecemos, o presente de aniversário nunca será para ele, mas sim para vocês. A 22 de Fevereiro, o Kremlin abre portas para comemorar uma noite tão especial quanto o seu alinhamento e o próprio aniversariante. Convidados para ajudar a soprar a velas estão Nox, Daveed e Dj M.Dusa, que nesta noite repartem a cabine em B2B. Só nos resta dizer mais uma coisa: Querido Capitão, venham mais 20 iguais a estes! De preferência, sempre connosco a festejar ao teu lado! Our master of ceremonies Dub Tiger accomplishes another lap around the sun. The best part of it is that knowing him as we do, the birthday present will never be his, but yours. On February 22nd, Kremlin opens its doors to celebrate a night as special as its line-up and the birthday boy himself. Invited to help blow out the candles are Nox, Daveed and M.dusa, who tonight share the booth in a B2B. There' s only one more thing we can say: Dear Captain, let us have another 20 just like these! Ideally, with us always partying by your side!

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