#pool scenes: 💃🏻

[namtan]

WE ARE | EP 11

[sthavoc]

hello girlie

could there maybe be a imagine on enzo but like dirty dancing 2 havana nights au? i dont know if you saw the movie…but i can imagine him being like the main character diego luna he notices the girl in a club she’s there with some posh dude she doesn’t speak spanish or knows like 10 words maybe and he invites her to dance and he’s trying to teach how to dance you know the sexy way hips and all that…just maybe something steamy with this

thank you in advance even for reading this🫶🫶🫶

੭* 💃🏻𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: havana nights AU!enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you, a tourist that doesn't know a single word of spanish, apart from only ten. Him, a great dancer that spots you in the crowd inviting you to dance.

·˚ ༘ warnings: sexy dancing, flirting, tension, guys being guys. (btw on this imagine enzo speaks english but there will be lines in spanish)

·˚ ༘ note: babes I haven’t watched the movie but oh my. I watched some of the edits and holyyy. javier 😭. from what I saw the man knows business. Also I didn’t think doing a diff AU would be fun! I took some parts from the scene, but also the rest I wrote. I'm sorry if I missed any grammar errors.

“Look at how they’re dancing.” Your voice was filled with excitement and your face also showed it. “The way they’re feeling the music.”

“Oh yeah. They’re feeling it alright. Very much.” Nick mentions. You had come with a date. More like an arranged date, from your parents. They had been waiting for you to date the son of one of their closest friends and colleagues. Business allies.

You’ve known Nick since you were toddlers, you grew up together. So having the son and daughter, together of the two important companies is like continuing the legacy. Business. Money. You had come to Cuba for the very reason, corporation. Those meetings would bored you to death, you would prefer to read a book instead.

There was something about the music. It made you interested, and excited, seeing all the bodies dancing together. The women swayed their hips to the rhythm of the music, and the men pressed against the body frame. It was intense, yet your attention was devoted to it. Specifically to someone. Enzo. You had met him by the pool of the hotel where your family and Nick’s had been staying, he had accidentally spilled a few drinks and you decided to help him.

You had bumped into him on one of the streets, once again. He was dancing. A dancing that you hadn’t seen, and he had caught you staring. You told him about your parents taking you guys to a Country Club, and that’s when he mentioned the Havana Club. You thought about it when he first mentioned it, and your answer was an obvious no in your head, but after getting to the Country Club your answer had changed. The atmosphere was so grown up, so business you felt you would fall asleep at any moment.

So you asked Nick if he wanted to join you. You expected him to say no, but his answer was otherwise. And so now, the both of you stood in a Club that was much different from what the two of you knew.

There was that moment when your eyes met with Enzo’s, and it felt as if the moment hindered down. Your heart stopped for a minute, feeling a weird sensation running through your body. You kept the contact, and the smile on your face as you watched him come to you.

“Ah, you came!” The excitement was in his voice, and with how his arms raised when he saw you. “Look at you all fancy.”

“Yeah!” You giggled, eyes shooting down at your dress. A semi-short navy blue dress, somewhat loose only towards the end.

“Hi, I'm Enzo.” Enzo extends his hand for Nick to shake.

“Nick.” He takes his hand and shakes it for a second.

“Yeah, I know who you are, cheto.” His accent showed in the last phrase. It left the both of you confused not knowing what he had said. “Country Club was boring?” Enzo damps his lips with the wetness of his tongue, his attention being back on you.

He waited for an answer, only he got it from Nick. “We thought we could expand our horizons, you know, bro.” He gifts a shrug motion.

“You mean like, naturally experience Havana?” Enzo's lips turned into a smirk that he accompanied with a small sway of his hips, he managed to get a smile from you after his eyes moved to you. He was giving you a daring look, he licked his lips once more before he spoke and returned his eyes to Nick. “You mind if I dance with your date?”

Your mouth fell open with a smile. You weren’t going to deny you were excited, but yet nervous because you didn’t know a single move of this kind of dancing.

“Don’t ask me. You have to ask her.” His head motions your way. His move made Enzo turn his smirking face toward you.

“May I dance with you, chiquita?” It didn’t take long for Enzo to get a response—

“Yeah, okay!”

The excitement on your face was altogether apparent. If anybody were to see you, the first thing they would ask is if your cheeks don’t hurt from the muscles being tugged. Enzo pulled you into the filled floor, bodies pinning onto each other, not letting go. As if they were tied, glued together.

“Wanna give your boyfriend a show?” Enzo’s voice hollered through the clamant bellowing music.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You answered back. At least not yet. You thought.

Your eyes glanced towards the women around, taking on to find a way to start, but they all moved so fast for your rookie moves. You had initiated by placing your hands on Enzo’s shoulders but he shook his head with a jokingly frown. He positioned your hands around his neck, and he took his, to your waist. There was a blunt pull that made you bump into his chest delivering a small gasp from your vocals.

“I’ll apologize in advance if I step on your toes. I’m not a good dancer.” You enunciate. There was no need to yell, the two of you were dangerously close.

“It’s okay, princesa. Practicing makes perfect.” He shoots you a wink. All these nicknames were making you flustered, you weren’t used to them. “The key is on the hips. You have to let go, sway.” He demonstrates with his.

You tried moving them. But in Enzo’s point of view, you were doing too much, and you could see it on his face. “I-” was the opening of your sentence, but he cut you off.

“Can I?” He had his hands placed on you already, he just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with him moving them around more.

After you delivered a nod, a sound came out of you, once again. He had turned you around, for your back to face his chest, and he had his hands extending for more space, trying to locate them at the perfect spot. “You don’t wanna think about it much.” His breath hits you on the back of the part that connects your neck and shoulder.

You felt how he began to move your hips from side to side. Definitely smoother than you previously were. “Move them with me, just a little.” He indicates.

You tried not to overdo it, to still leave it to him. You moved slowly, and your hands would softly touch his forearms from how he had them placed. With your head turned towards his chest there wasn’t a moment where his breath wasn’t hitting you. He drove the both of you front and back still shifting your hips.

“Mind if we add a few spins?”

You shake your head in a “No” manner. The minute he moved away you felt as if you could breathe correctly again, as if you had been holding your breath with how close you were to him.

With his hand connected with yours he raised it above your head to give you a spin, and another, and another after he switched positions. “You’re still gonna spin towards me on this one.” He indicates making you nod quickly, like if you were afraid to miss anything. His hand was now extended between the two of you.

There was the nod, that said it was your cue. When you turned, your other hand hung around his neck, with heavy breathing. No wonder they sweat so much, so many movements. There was a part when he had his hand on your lower back, bending you back with his body hovering over yours.

Oh boy.

His lips were so close to yours. He had his eyes scanning every feature of your face as if he was taking advantage of the close-up he was granted. Feeling the way his hand traveled from your waist to your thigh had you gripping him, and even more when he raised it towards his side.

“Part of the dance, America.” He says. You guessed he had noticed the face expression you had on, and he liked it.

It wasn’t always that a woman would get Enzo’s attention. Yeah, he would dance with many, but that was it, and the fact that he had the pleasure of teaching you basics was even better.

A hum was all you let out. You didn’t trust yourself with words during this point, at any moment your voice could crack and the embarrassment was not going to happen.

“Why don’t you touch me?” Your eyes go wide at his words.

Was he serious right now?

“Excuse me?” A furrow is delivered from brows, confused.

“Not like that.” He laughs. “You gotta set loose, put your hands on me, move them around.”

So that's what he meant. Your cheeks were tinted red from both embarrassment and the lack of air from the humidity in the room, face was flushed. And Enzo’s hair was getting damped from the sweat, a few strands sticking to his forehead.

He had turned you around again, using his hands to move yours towards his face. Your fingers brushed his jawline, and slowly later moved to touch his cheek.

“Just like that.” You could feel the smirk on his lips as they rested right next to your ear.

You were so concentrated with him, that you didn’t feel any of the other people around you, as if the heat was only coming from the both of you. The colors of the lights were dimmed, giving it a more vibey style.

“Are we ready to go?” Oh, Nick. His voice came out grimacing.

“Oh um, yeah.” You pulled away from Enzo, gifting him a small smile. So he did the same.

“Why so early, bro?” There was that smirk again.

“We just have other things to do, bro.” Nick gives Enzo a sardonic smile that he gladly returns with no shame.

“Okay! Bro’s.” You add, turning over to Nick and patting him on the chest to walk it over. This was a scene that you did not need to happen.

“Oh come on, we were having a good time!” Enzo digs, he wants to play with fire. “Are you scared I’ll steal her from you?” He was taunting it.

Nick laughed. Laughed at the situation, and laughed at Enzo. “Not a chance.”

Nick thought he had you under control, with how much your family and his family made together, you wouldn’t leave him for someone like Enzo.

“Okay, guys, stop. Nick, let’s go.” Your words followed a gentle push that made him stumble backward. “Enzo, thank you for the dance. It was... amazing.” And for him, there was a smile. Nothing more.

Enzo let out a small tsk sound squinting his eye. “Cuando quieras chiquita.” His words made you smile, and he later realized you didn’t know what he had just said. “It was a pleasure.” He puts his hand on his chest.

Walking away with Nick, there was your hand grabbing him by the arm ready to get out of the club. There was the smile that you tried to get rid of but couldn’t, something about Enzo and the way the both of you danced had magic in it. The beauty of it is that you wanted to continue to try, but couldn’t for obvious reasons.

Enzo kept an eye on as your figure ambled out of the Havana Club, the cheeky smirk still on his face. Oh, how he loved this moment. Enzo was a flirt, everyone knew that. He was never afraid of showing how he felt, or his actions. And knowing that he had gotten under your not-boyfriend’s skin, made him feel even better.

“Pero que belleza, Dios. Que viva América.”

[middlenamesage]

MARS, the planet of ACTION: What type of exercise Mars in each sign makes me think of

Note: this is not necessarily advice about exercise to consider based on your Mars sign. So many things in the chart and the individual’s life will tweak the picture. Being that I’m a 6th house Mars who’s making it a goal lately to exercise daily (or most-daily😆) because I see the benefits for my mental and physical health of having intentional physical activity in my routine, this is just my musings on the type of exercise that comes to mind first/strongest when thinking about the archetypes of each sign. ✨

Mars in Aries- lifting weights/strength training 🏋️‍♀️ Mars at home! I thought about maybe also going with martial arts for this one! ❤️‍🔥 Mars/Aries does have a strong purpose for defense. As the first sign in the zodiac, Aries’ archetype is also that of a straightforward, more simple and direct energy. To simply get buff seems like quite the way to pay tribute to this potent combined yang energy! 💪

Mars in Taurus- Yoga 🧘🏽‍♂️ Taurus needs something at a bit slower of a physical pace, and the very conscientious attention yoga places on your relationship with your body is very Taurus/2nd house. Plus every Taurus rising I’ve ever known has been into meditation and/or yoga. 🤷‍♀️ Always looking for the calmest ways to do things! 🧘‍♀️

Mars in Gemini- Running 🏃🏻‍♀️ idk this just seems like a flighty Mars sign! 🏃‍♂️🚀💨

Mars in Cancer- In-home exercise, regardless of type, is what immediately comes to mind! Maybe a really pimped out Mars in Cancer would have an in-home pool.💧😂 🏊‍♀️🏠

Mars in Leo- Dancing! 💃🏻🕺🏼This is my Mars sign and never been a dancer, so this goes to show how I’m just thinking about the archetypes of the signs. But the Sun’s gotta shine/will get noticed 🌞 and dancing also is so highly CREATIVE. ♌️

Mars in Virgo- Gymnastics 🤸🏿‍♀️ I’m just so impressed with the precision♍️ in the routines of gymnasts. Perhaps Pilates is another example, that’s a little more common place. I personally avoid any exercise that requires attention to precise detail as it gets my Mars worked up in a bad way😤… so more power to anyone who’s built to like this type of exercise!

Mars in Libra- Ballet 🩰 The pure archetype of Libra is grace. Enough said.

Mars in Scorpio- whichever combat sport or martial art is the slyest. 😂 Mars at home I think could be quite motivated to be fighting somebody; but Scorpio’s gonna be concerned with technique, not in it to make a big bold scene. 🤺

Mars in Sagittarius- Hiking 🥾🌄🌲 Or biking! 🚴🏻‍♀️ The sign built for exploring. Hiking is always an adventure. You never quite know what you’ll see even when you’re hiking nature trails you’ve hiked before. And it tends to be a popular activity when visiting new places. ✈️

Mars in Capricorn- Climbing 🧗🏽‍♂️ Climbing has an obvious association with Capricorn. 🐐🌄 And Caps could always use inspiration to reach some pinnacle! 🙏 Also, fun fact, Saturn is the planet that rules the skeletal system and muscles in medical astrology. 🩻 Climbing works basically every muscle in your body!

Mars in Aquarius- some eccentric aerial sport. 😂 I don’t know much about anything in this area, I just know something that’s done in the air 🌬️ and something that’s unusual makes me think of Aquarius! ♒️

Mars in Pisces- Swimming 🏊‍♀️ I’m giving the final water💧sign, the one most like the vastness of the whole ocean, this official association with swimming. Related fun fact: my Piscean🌞 grandmother was the one who taught me how to swim (and was very delighted to do it). 💙

Bonus thoughts, from a Mars conjunct Venus: it’s really worth considering exercise that puts you in nature if you too have this conjunction, or Venus in harmonious aspect with Mars!🌲🌷 On this note, I’d think of Mars-Mercury being suited for things that are also exercise for the mind, Mars-Sun being suited for daytime outside exercise, Mars-Moon being a good fit for nighttime exercise, and exercise in new places or that doesn’t follow a set routine being suited for Mars-Jupiter!

[grippingbeskar]

ALSO i saw 💃🏻 15 and it would be criminal to not ask for that with matt 🙏🏼🤲🏼 please and thank u HEHEH luvyew

— u know i would write ANYTHING u asked. so here is this. inspired by that scene in dd bc i wanted to be karen so badddd dhfjejcjd if there’s any typos pls don’t look i tried to edit as best i can but i’m stupid okay.

—prompt:

💃 15. your heart is beating so fast right now

— warnings: swearing, slightly sexual but it’s matt and he’s a whore so what do u expect

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“I can play, technically. I just suck at it.” You yell at Matt over the music at Josie’s, and watch him sink the 8 ball for the third game in a row.

“Come on. No guys at college ever did the old ‘teach you to play pool’ trick on you?” You roll your eyes, and he laughs as if he knows you did it. 

“Boys were too busy banging their way through my dorm hallway, so I missed out on that formative experience.” Your mind drifts back to your college days, and all the nights spent with headphones on the loudest setting to drown out the moans of your roommates. “So, not only was I a loser in college, I’m a loser who can’t play pool.”

“So dramatic.” He taunts, moving his way around the table. He leaves the pool que where it was, and suddenly the room feels a whole lot smaller. When he finally reaches you, he squares his shoulders, tilting his head down so you can hear him. “Bend over the table.”

“Matthew! You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.” You jump back and he laughs, one hand brushing against your hip to encourage you back.

“Dramatic.” He drawls, and you roll your eyes again, but do what he says. You lean over the table, adjusting your pool que so it was facing the ball in the middle of the table. 

All of a sudden, you feel him pressed up behind you. You knew he was being deliberate, purposefully not pushing certain parts of himself into your nearly exposed ass, but it was enough that the warmth of his body almost absorbed into you, your entire being sparking with heat.  

His arms come around your head and rest along your arms, and he uses his hands to feel how you are holding the que, leaning forward a little more to feel where to ball is.

“A little lower, sweetheart.” His breath is hot against your neck, and you stay perfectly still, afraid of moving wrong. You let him guide you, shifting the stick where it’s meant to be. There was no way you would retain any information, but maybe that was an excuse to have him bend you over again. “There you go.”

“Do... do I hit it now?” You rasp, and you feel him laugh behind you. Feel it— the way his abs tense against your lower back, how his nose brushes against your neck as his head drops.

“Pull back... nice and slow.” He keeps his voice that low, gravelly tone and your toes inadvertently curl with the sound in your ear. “Elbow down.”

You almost forgot you actually had a task to do. You do as he says, and he hums in approval. His head drops again, feeling the ghost of his lips on your bare shoulder. The thin strap of your dress hides no skin from him, and one small, open mouthed kiss has you shuddering under him— putty in his hands.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.” He kisses you again, a little higher up this time. “You concentrating?”

“Fuck no.” His lips curl upward, and one of his hands tap at your elbow to put it down again. You blink furiously, trying to see the ball through the red haze of lust clouding your vision. 

Then, in one smooth motion, he wraps his hands around your forearms and pushes you forward, the stick hitting the ball perfectly, and it rolls into the far corner hole without hesitation.

“Oh.” You say, completely unimpressed with sinking the ball, because now Matt has no reason to stay this close to you. He hasn’t moved yet though, just allowed you to stand up a little more comfortably. 

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He drags his hand from your wrist up slowly, leaving it wrapped around your upper arm and holding you close.

“Um— no. I think I’ll need you to show me again, though.”

“Yeah?” You were nodding furiously, gripping the pool que like a life raft. You heard him laugh over the music, head tipping back as you both moved around the table to hit the next ball. 

You spent most of the night like that, tangled up in each other under the guise of hitting a ball, and by the end of the night you were practically an expert, but you were still going to ask him to teach you again tomorrow.