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kiss-me-muchoo · 3 months

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𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 || 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ you are the girl who does the makeup effects for the society of the snow and you fall for el pendejo de Enzo (no te creas, papi tkm💋). But you start avoiding him because it’s not correct to fall in love with someone like him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ AGE GAP (I’m turning 20 in March, let me live my fantasy), angst, fluff, Spanglish fic (I’m Mexican American, I know what I’m writing), reader is in denial and speaks Spanish, idk misunderstandings?, happy ending (irl Enzo nunca nos va a pelar)😭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ I hate Spanglish but how can I keep both mi gente latino and my RAHHH🦅🇺🇸 people happy? With a Spanglish fic. I let go all my frustrations y lo ardida que estoy con cierto uruguayo.

♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

@kissmemucho on X // @_hannia.k on instagram

「 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚_ para todas mis Enzo-motomamis del grupo que ya las quiero un montón y para Juani, que el hijodesuputamadre nunca me ha likeado ni topado. Me volví el joker y ahora soy hater (igual tkm jUaNi) 」

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One day, you started hating going to work. It was half work, half practice for college. Still, you started hating it. From moving some months to Spain to work on the makeup team for a movie, to spending hours with each actor to do their makeup.

That wasn’t the issue though. It was just that… uh… gosh.

You had developed a crush for that man called Enzo. It was so cringe to admit. And it tore apart you because he was significantly older than you. He would never turn to look down at you. That was the most honest thing about the whole thing. Only that you were even depriving yourself from being his friend.

But god, his pretty nose and deep eyes. His soft hair and perfect smile. The way he was so kind to everyone and to you. Soon you learned he was single too. It was so damn much that it made you so mad. He was perfect. Gorgeous in every sense.

And that’s exactly why you now hate going to work.

Sometimes the aura around the team seemed to be heavy due to the context of the movie. You had seen how every actor started to lose weight and prepare for the role. Which was a little tough. Anyways, everyone in the cast believed you were a burst of sunshine at least. Who seemed to make the hours spent seated on a chair with makeup and prosthetics being placed a little more fair.

“¡HEY!…GUAPA, VENÍ PARA ACÁ!” You heard as soon as you entered the workplace. Once you spotted the little circle of boys, you rolled your eyes and giggled.

“¿Y ahora qué se te ofrece Juani?”

“Que confirmes si vienes a cenar con todos” you looked at the others. Matías and the others were exchanging looks, with none other than Enzo. You don’t even look at the man, you can only focus on the boy with annoying blue eyes.

“Cómo jodes, chico. Ya veré si voy o no, tengo mucho que hacer” that was true, you had a lot to do. But mostly, it was because you believed you had nothing amazing to share with them.

“Podemos esperarte.” Enzo said, which immediately made your stomach flutter and your chest to get congested. He was wearing some t-shirt and those damn Adidas joggers he liked to repeat on a daily basis.

The fact that he suggested waiting for you to go out and have dinner should’ve made you blush, but it only made you nervous, increasing your eagerness to run away from the little circle of men.

“No pasa nada, váyanse ustedes. Que se la pasen bien…” and poor Enzo, he watched how you disappeared through the hallways with your big bag full of makeup and brushes.

“Ya va a caer…”

“Pero ni me gusta” everyone giggled. Enzo knew you were younger, of age, but younger. He also knew you were from a little too far away from Uruguay, that you were bilingual, that you were passionate about writing and other arts, that your eyes were lighter than expected in the sun, that your hands were very soft and that you were so extroverted with everyone except with him.

“Sos idiota, si no te gustara no te hubieras quedado como mogólico viéndola irse”

“Pero es una niña…” he tried to reason.

“La veinteañera universitaria que trabaja aquí en producción y anda sola por la vida” everyone laughed again. You were certainly an adult. Yeah you still acquired toys, listened to silly music and watched Barbie or Bratz movies. But you were legally an adult.

Which led Enzo wondering if he could ever have a chance with you. You had seen a lot of people, with how many times you had travelled to Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood and everything, sometimes he doubted you could be interested in him.

But no… he definitely hadn’t caught an eye on you.

…

It was a Friday. A week from the day you rejected dinner with your workmates. Nothing serious happened after that. Juani made fun and exposed you with random tweets like a bully. He was laughing his ass off of you, so shameless and stupid. However, you on the other hand… were dying out of embarrassment. Especially after seeing how many people started following him. Then gifting him with an army of girls starving for shitpost around the internet.

“Si no estuvieras por grabar una escena tan desgarradora, te ahorcaba en este preciso momento, Juani '' you wanted to kill him. He had posted online two videos of you dancing like the proudest stripper, a picture of you rolling your eyes that looked extremely silly and dorky. Two audios of you cursing in Spanish and saying how much you hated capitalism. And he even made his own stickers of you to pass around the group chat of the cast.

“Eso te pasa por ¡RIDÍCULA!” The tone he used, extremely mocking you was enough to make you laugh along with him and caught the attention of everyone surrounding you two.

“Pues nunca te conseguiré el follow de los ex-One Direction” he stopped laughing, knowing you had made him remember his humbling twitter posts.

“¡Qué boluda… y pesada!”

“Okay, pinche ardido” one of the design team members from the movie appeared and handed you a little paper. It was the list of your schedule. Juani snatched it and opened it before you could even blink.

“UYYY… te toca todo el día con Enzo” he started teasing you like a child. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Pero la boluda y pesada soy yo”

“Pues si” you finally read the paper and yes… 3 hours with Enzo.

“Well… it could be worse” you admitted sighing, accepting that you would spend three hours swallowing your pride and pierced feelings.

“Dejáte querer…” you frowned confused at the boy beside you.

“What?” You asked laughing, but he only shrugged.

“Nothing, dear” once again, you rolled your eyes.

“De verdad eres medio insoportable” he batted his ears, acting innocent. Deep down, both of you were actually friends.

“Te quiero” he responded, making you laugh once again.

“Si, yo también. Mi pendejito favorito”

“No, ese debe ser Enzo” this time, you blushed.

“Como chingas con meterlo en nuestras conversaciones. ¿Te gusta o qué?” He laughed, helping you out with your heavy bag full of brushes and capes and everything.

“No. ¿Y a vos? ¿Gustas de Enzo?” You remained quiet, pretending you hadn’t heard him.

You opened the door of the little room, surprised to see Enzo already there. So you grabbed the bag from Juani and started closing the door.

“Adios, naco perdedor” and just like that, you closed the door on his face.

You sighed, closing your eyes, before staring at the plain door for some seconds.

“Hola…” you heard his deep and sweet voice. It was just… that you had to be a big girl and leave aside your foolishness for that grown ass man. He was just a crush… a simple mortal at the end.

“Hi…” you replied awkwardly. You had seen the following section of his instagram, the most pretty girls, very different from you. Which made you feel… like it was auto-sabotage. But before you could start feeling depressed again. You decided to keep working, the only reason why you were in that room in the first place.

He would think you kinda disliked him. Every time you entered to work on his makeup, he would be smiling and trying to talk to you. And while you were polite and smiley too, you remained very quiet, always avoiding his cute eyes.

“¿Cómo estás?” He would ask, looking at you through the mirror in the room.

“Pues muy bien, gracias.” You would reply, turning to open the boxes with prosthetics and other special effects makeup. And he sighed, already feeling a little disappointed.

“¿Me permites tus manos?” You ask him. He shows you the palm of his hands with another smile, which you reply quickly. Your heart started pounding as soon as he walked into the room.

“Perdón si estoy fría.” You admit with a blush, knowing the tips of your fingers were freezing.

“No pasa nada, linda” he had to be joking. He couldn’t call you “linda” just like that? However, you do your best to ignore it.

So you start making little lines of the paint samples you had taken. Until you noticed which one was identical to his skin.

“Okay, I got it.” You speak to yourself, out loud though. Sometimes Enzo questioned if you weren’t fluid in Spanish, but he had heard you talk and talk with other people in Spanish. Your accent was so clean, so different to the rest of the crew.

“¿Te molesta si pongo música?” You ask him, grabbing your phone.

“No, para nada.”

“Nomás no me vayas a juzgar” you giggle without looking at him, scrolling through your playlist.

It was the first time you attempted to joke with him. And he wouldn’t risk the opportunity.

“Jamás podría…” you only thank him before starting to play some music.

He was used to your touch now. You had small and soft hands compared to him. Every time you had to pick the right tone that matched his skin, brush his hair and work inches away from his face. It was insufferable for you. And to him… it only built more intrigue.

He listens to how you barely mumble some songs.

“¿Quién es ella?” He asks at the song.

“Nelly Furtado” you reply, concentrating on his hands, starting to draw the fake wounds. Promiscuous was a great song to feel empowered while trying to beat the feelings for the man who was extremely close to you.

Some minutes passed and then Madonna came with Dress You Up and Enzo barely got it right. You sing very low and he tries to hear you with precision.

“¿Y esta?” You ask him when gorgeous started.

and God, that damn song was like a curse and blessing at that very moment.

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much

(I hate you so much)

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can’t say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

That was you. That was how much you hated your feelings for him. Because he would never be yours.

And somehow, Enzo got the message. He wasn’t sure but he felt how you changed the way of singing and avoided his eyes.

“¿Y esa quién es?” He asked once again.

“Esa es Taylor Swift”

“No la conozco” you giggle, ignoring the song a little bit.

“¡Enzo, por Dios!. ¿En qué mundo vives?” You found it very hard to believe he didn’t know half of your musical taste.

“Pues en Uruguay…” for the first time, he makes you laugh and talks to you so fucking much that you have to stop spreading the fake dirt on his face.

You're gorgeous

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad

You’re so gorgeous

“¿Por qué nunca sales con nosotros?” He asks suddenly, and it takes you aback. That you end up looking straight at his face.

“Tú tampoco sales, prefieres quedarte en el cerro” he laughs, feeling a little too comfortable under your touch on his cheeks and chin.

“He salido dos veces con ellos. ¿Y vos? Cero…”

“Estoy ocupada.” You simply reply.

“No es cierto. Por ahí me dijeron que te la pasas viendo películas y escribiendo fanfiction” you blush, but you keep working.

Actually, last Saturday was the first weekend you cried because of him. You couldn’t even stay at a local bar. You left your friends there to go home. New addition to your routine.

“Maybe… ¿pero a ti qué si no voy?” You ask giggling, hoping he would drop the issue. You pause the music and slip your phone inside your bag before returning to him. Scared of his possible answer.

“Pues… porque te quiero ver” your hands start shaking.

“¿A mí?”

“Si. A ti, linda” he senses how taken aback you are. And he realized, that he had adapted some of your slang words from all the time he spent with you.

“¿Por qué yo, Enzo?” He smiles, and you want to kill him. He made the gesture like you had been so oblivious for ages.

“Porque…” slowly, he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from keeping working on his face. He touches you with such gentleness that it makes you finally start shaking.

The way he looks at you. It must’ve been a dream, two pairs of eyes deeply connected. He was silently revealing he liked you. Once you get it, you shake your head, his eyes giving you some confirmation.

“No..” You brush away from him.

“Si… tal vez suene raro o no me creas… pero, vos me gustas. Por eso quiero verte y busco tus bonitos ojos cada vez que trabajas conmigo…” you sigh, dropping the brush and paint a little too violent.

“¿Y por qué yo entre tantas diosas que están a tus pies?” You are fighting against the tears already forming on your eyes. He remains quiet, and to you… that’s an answer.

He doesn’t like the way you are being too negative. But you don’t like having that conversation at all. You are shocked, and you don’t feel in love at that moment. You feel panic and stress.

“Fui al bar el sábado pasado y te vi con la chica rubia. Si te gusta alguien no dejas a la chica rubia hacer ni un movimiento. No te encuentras en redes a las chicas a las que les das reacciones” maybe you had no right to be so angered. But it had been two months, and everything had worsened. At that point, your eyes were already red and crystallized.

“Nada de eso significó algo”

“Si fue algo. Fue tu cuarteada en lo que buscabas la manera de acercarte a mí. Por si no te resultaba la cosa conmigo…” again, he remains quiet.

“This is bullshit. Mira Enzo, he estado aquí desde hace dos meses y nunca te acercaste. No te salió el amor por mí hoy” you spit with anger, grabbing your paint and makeup, hurrying to get out of there.

“Me has gustado desde la primera semana cuando te conocí. Pero tú no me quieres, y por eso te evado. Aparte del dilema de nuestra age gap, que podría ser un problema” you explain putting your coat on and grabbing the bag.

“Y eres una persona hermosa, Enzo. Sé que eres el amigo y novio perfecto. Pero mi intuición me dice que me vas a lastimar” he steps between you and the door. The proximity worsens everything, he wants to end it all for once with a kiss to make you feel the way he does.

It was already difficult for him. He had felt slightly depressed while filming, he felt weird, in company but alone at the same time. And he believed you were the right burst of sunshine to lighten his weird mood swings.

But you believed he was lying. He honestly felt hurt that you were mistaking him for some womaniser and asshole.

“No te vayas, por favor” he pleaded, shocked to see your teary eyes. So he started questioning what you said about being hurt.

“Ya acabamos, no te preocupes.” You manage to slip beside him, opening the door and leaving him alone.

The dramatic moment culminated in Enzo feeling more depressed and giving a sadder performance for the movie. For you, it gave you a reason to cry in the shower and stare at the balcony of your place for hours, contemplating the sky and feeling so damn weird.

…

You have flashbacks of seeing him laughing and letting the blonde girl at the bar whisper in his ear. His honest smile and how he admitted he liked you a day ago.

You wished for weeks, now months that he confessed his feelings for you. But the moment he does, it feels wrong. Like it wasn’t meant to happen. Because he’s older, he’s got more experience, he had a very extended long-term girlfriend once, he is too much unlike you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to happen and this is how it was supposed to end.

With you bursting out in tears and anger. Him believing you were crazy, but you had a point.

He never made a move. Just trying to talk, but he never invited you to do anything with him, or just to stay with him during the free days. It seemed unreal that suddenly he liked you.

And maybe you’re just scared of falling in love, because he could unintentionally but potentially break your heart.

Nonetheless, on the second day you want to distract yourself, it’s Saturday again and you go out alone to jog, then to buy some new clothes and you are about to prepare your dinner when the pain in the ass of Juani asks you to go out for some tapas.

You agree because you really need to distract yourself from thinking about the whole cringy issue with Enzo.

Probably everyone in the production already knew. But you would shut your mouth just to let the rumours die.

You start your walk towards the restaurant when he sends you the location. It’s a few blocks away, and you frown when you see what type of restaurant it is.

“amiguito, pero creí que querías tapas. Este es un restaurante vegano” you send him a voice message. And he replies immediately.

“Ay pues para ser fitness un día nada más, chica. ¿Ya vas para allá?” You roll your eyes, not that you didn’t like vegan food but you wanted tapas.

“Si, morro meco. Ya estoy a un par de cuadras” you send back, putting on your EarPods and route.

You realise how much you like wearing sneakers, long dresses and coats with matching purses. Perfect for the weather and your silly thoughts of walking on the streets along some cool music playing in the background.

Until you arrive at the restaurant and you don’t spot Juani. But maybe he was on his way. So you order first, grilled tofu with vegetables and tangy sauce.

It’s a cute place, and by the time you find a table, it’s already dark. The restaurant has candles everywhere and quality music playing.

When you start closing your purse, you look up and you freeze. Because you see Enzo entering the place, with a tiny bouquet of flowers on his right hand and a water bottle on the other.

He was wearing jeans, a random buttoned shirt and dark sunglasses.

Oh, fuck him. Of course he knew he looked gorgeous.

Quickly you change from your seat, giving your back to him, hopefully becoming invisible.

Your fingers rush to find the contact of Juani and send him a violent voice message.

“Oye, ¿por qué carajo no has llegado? ¿Y por qué Enzo Vogrincic está viendo el menú ahora mismo?” You send and he starts writing.

“Es que él es vegano…” he writes in text, which boils your blood.

“¿Y eso a mí qué chingados me importa, Juani? Ven ya y sácame a escondidas o te juro que me voy a colgar del primer poste de luz que vea” you silently scream, lowering your voice.

“No puedo” that’s it, you’re going to die in a vegan restaurant while Enzo Vogrincic orders food.

You are about to stand up when he literally appears on your table.

Qué hijo de puta, y todavía te sonríe y todo.

“¿Y el Juani ya viene o no?” You ask, trying to sound confident.

“De hecho no va a venir” right, pinche Juani idiota, qué gran amigo y todo.

“That’s it. I’m leaving!” You mumble sighing, standing up from the table, when Enzo grabs your forearm and makes you sit again.

“No, vos te quedas. Mira, te traje estas” he hands you the flowers, yellow tulips.

“Yo nunca le he dicho a Juani… ni a Matías cuáles son mis flores favoritas” you frown confused, grabbing them.

They’re beautiful.

“Tuve que buscar por mi cuenta” he admits, and you frown deeper. Until you open your eyes in shock.

“¿Me zorreraste mi Instagram?” Enzo starts laughing, and you blush. He takes a seat and drops the receipt of his order on the table. You read it, chickpea pasta with arrabiata sauce and zucchini.

You read his order just to avoid looking at his eyes.

“Dejáme explicar todo…” slowly, you look at him. You are still on time to ask for the food to be to go, you can leave and just let this strange issue wash away.

But a waitress appears with your tofu and the pasta. You awkwardly smile and say thank you as well as Enzo.

“Pues ya que…” he smiles, thinking your eyeliner was so perfect. Your dress was cute and the coat made you look elegant and fine.

“Vos sabes quién te engañó. Le pedí que te hiciera venir a un lugar para encontrarme” your roll your eyes. Unbelievable how childish was the whole situation.

“Yo quería tapas”

“Dale, ahorita te llevo por tapas” Enzo says with a giggle. You simply mock him with a gesture and proceed to eat.

“Lamento no haberte dado señales desde el inicio. Creí que con hacerle plática cuando me maquillabas era suficiente.” He confesses.

“Con todos sos un amor. Y conmigo… siempre seria y pues… llegué a pesar que no te agradaba” you shrug, eyebrows rising and avoiding his eyes once again.

“Todo lo contrario…” you admit.

“Ya veo. Entonces hace unas semanas, los chicos empezaron a sacar el tema. Que debía invitarte a salir o hacerte venir con nosotros a comer para ahí verte”

“Y ayer me atreví. Pero temo que tu reacción no fue la que buscaba” he says with many pauses, not wanting to disturb you.

“Tú declaración tampoco fue lo que esperaba.” He nods, calming you.

“Ya lo sé, hubiera sido mejor esperar a estar en un lugar… como este”

“Quizá” you reason with him.

“Incluso desde antes de admitir que vos me gustas, no me he visto con nadie. Así que solo sos tú… nadie más” you nod, looking back at the tulips.

“Están preciosas, gracias” you say lifting the boquete. Enzo smiles. So you know it’s time, you sigh.

“Yo también lo siento por juzgarte sin saber. No tenía derecho de ponerme celosa, ni nada. Es solo que me da miedo dejar que esto, fluya…” you say, not wanting to repeat once again that your intuition said he would break your heart.

“No te voy a lastimar, nunca. Dejáme quererte, linda. Por favor….” he pleads, accepting he was nervous and desperate. He really longed for someone in the upside down moments of his days.

“Yo solo quiero sentir lealtad, confianza, pasión y seguridad. ¿Me puedes dar eso?”

“Te voy a dar todo, pero más lo que vos quieras. Y si lealtad, confianza, pasión y seguridad es lo que querés…. Así será, linda” you smile, finding his hand on top of the table, intertwining your fingers with him.

“Entonces todo bien, lindo” he smiles more, ending in a sweet laugh.

He helps you pick the rest of the food, both of you also order ice cream cones. Him with chocolate and you with pistachios. And soon both of you are walking together in the streets. Spring is near and it’s your favourite season. You feel happy feeling his warm touch outside of the job. And now being inches away from him feels like a new home.

“¿Si vamos a ir por las tapas?” He starts laughing again, and when he leans, you can feel what’s coming.

“Te voy a besar…” he warns before grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours.

“Te quiero” he spills, and you only smile on his lips, deepening the kiss. Feeling the silly butterflies in your stomach and intense tears of happiness. You almost drop your cone due to that.

“Yo también te quiero” you reply, swiftly bumping your forehead with him. He then takes your hand and suddenly you don’t feel wrong about it.

Now it feels perfect. Like destiny changed and finally it was meant to be.

#enzo vogrincic #la sociedad de la nieve #the society of the snow #perdón chingado #si no etiqueto la movie como hago que esto lo vean duh #enzo vogrincic x reader

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b1g-ju1cy · 28 days

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Bro me acabo de dar cuenta de que puedo publicar algo en español y poca gente me va a entender sin usar traductor

#Como etiqueto esto #Eeee #Hablando

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heyclaudiadaro · 1 year

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Mi lado Theatre Kid hoy me habló:

Pokémon Special:

—Silver cantándole a Lillie «If I could tell her», pero es sin intención romántica.

—Lillie cantando «Hiding in your hands»

Magical Pokémon Journey

—Hazel cantando «A Guy that I'd Kinda Be Into»

—Caraway y Coconut cantando «Out of your head».

Pokémon Chamo Chamo Pretty

—Torchic cantando «I know it's today».

Pokémon Golden Boys

—Gold cantando «Beautiful» (Y Black es Heather)

Pokémon Horizon

—Tokio cantando «You'll be back» y «Freeze your brain».

Pokémon RéBurst

—Rug cantando «Do you wanna ride?»

How I Became a Pokémon Card

—Poliwhirl cantando «Helpless»

Pokémon Diamond and Pearl Adventure

—Hareta cantándole a Mitsumi «Seventeen» pero sin connotación romántica.

Pokémon HGSS Jo's Big Adventure

—Archer cantando «Raise a Little Hell»

Pokémon Zensho

—Shigeru cantando «Good Kid».

—Giovanni cantando «The Moon» mientras recuerda su pasado y mira a Satoshi derrotarlo.

#no etiqueto esto como manga porque es broadway #seguiría pero es bastante #lo de silver y Lillie lleva en mi cabeza mucho rato #igual de Torchic

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losjavis · 9 months

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festivales de hace unos añitos 💙

#jooo qué beboncios #jkasdkjd es que cómo va a hacer más de 10 años de esto #la foto de los javis y que javi c utilizó para felicitarle es una de mis favoritas de siempre🥹#❤️#nunca me aclaro si este fue el primavera o el arenal pero bueno lo etiqueto como los dos #arenal #primavera sound #oldies #javier calvo #javier ambrossi #dulceida

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yolivirus · 11 months

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#ch #countryhumans #country humans #countryhumans russia #countryhumans rusia #myart #como etiqueto esto #how i #transmasc #boy

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loslentesdepedrito · 4 months

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Amiga wtf you can’t leave 😭😭 I just discovered your account and I have never felt represented more than I do in your writing 🫶🏽 pero asi es la vida y si nececitas a algien, estoy aqui and I’ll come off anon! 💕

¡Bienvenida!!! I'm so glad that you can find representation through my work; that means the world to me 💗. I share my writing because I never felt the representation in the fandom, to begin with, and I thought there might be others who feel the same way. Uno de los problemas que he enfrentado es que he recibido mensajes maliciosos. La verdad es que no pensé que esto sería un problema, pero hay gente(personas?) que se molestaron porque escribo unas lineas en español y etiqueto mis trabajos como x reader, pero siempre hago saber que hay contenido en español 😭. Y me cayó más la bronca cuando subí algo con un personaje original y le di características físicas, pero avisé claramente que ella tendría una descripción, ya que tener a una morena como personaje principal es demasiadamente importante para mí. La impresión que me dieron estos mensajes es que a la audiencia no le gusta cuando incorporo español, y para ahorrarme el dolor de cabeza, tal vez me marcho (qué ironía que uno de los posts que les disgustó estaba titulado con la famosa canción de Luismi; perdón, no es de risa, pero sí me sacó una sonrisa). I hope you understood all of that, if not, let me know, and I'll write it in English. Pero muchas gracias por mandarme un mensaje 🫶🏽😭. Te amo. I hope all is well with you :).

-Isabela

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tengomilpalabrasparati · 2 years

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@animalhito

Así que eres virgo, yo era escéptico de todo eso, y lo sigo siendo de hecho, no soy alguien que cree algo así sin más, exijo pruebas o trato de buscarlas; aunque no voy a negar que siempre me sentí atraído por las pseudo ciencias, la metafísica, la astrología, lectura de tarot y eso (solo atraído y ávido lector) esas lecturas no faltaron en mi niñez y juventud, creo que eso moldeó mis gustos.

Por ejemplo en el cine: el género fantástico (no confundir con el de ciencia ficción como Star Wars y eso) me refiero a películas de vampiros y hombres lobo, otra película que recuerdo mucho es Abracadabra (que por cierto va a tener una segunda parte con las mismas protagonistas y muero por verla ya) y muchísimas películas más de ese género. Ya en el mundo de las letras, libros sobre enigmas, libros sobre terapias alternativas para la salud, son libros que siempre he disfrutado leer, y es que siempre hay algo nuevo que descubro en cada lectura, que luego me lleva a otro y otro tema.

Es habitual que luego de leer sobre mudras, se pase a leer sobre yoga, si se lee sobre ovnis luego se lea sobre la energía cristica, Jesús, Sai Baba, Paramahansa Yogananda, y otros más actuales como Krishnamurti y Sadhguru y es que gurús y guías espirituales hay para escoger al antojo de cada uno; luego lo más seguro es que en alguna lectura uno se tope con las terapias con los cuarzos, los huevos yoni (jajajaja es un nombre gracioso para lo que es eso y dónde ha de colocárselo la mujer) con decirte que hasta al kamasutra y al tantra yoga me han llevado esas largas horas de lectura.

Almas gemelas, almas llamas, almas kármicas, con todo eso uno se va topando entre libro y libro y debo decir que es un pasatiempo sano, a veces sirve para iniciar una plática (a las personas que hablan sin parar de seguro les convendría leer estos temas, no se les acabará la cuerda nunca) a mí no me gusta hablar mucho, me considero alguien reservado, y acá entra el tema de los signos.

Como decía en un principio soy alguien que exije pruebas o trata de probar lo que a simple vista no es posible sobre estos temas; y la observación es un método para obtener resultados en esto. Tiempo atrás conocí a una chica que iba a mi misma clase de natación y yo que soy una persona que no habla mucho (a mi parecer hablo lo necesario) me pareció que sí hablaba bastante esta chica, hablaba y hablaba, recuerdo que una vez me morí de la risa porque haciendo ejercicios de respiración bajo el agua yo le hacía señas como si le estuviera hablando y ella me respondía como queriendo hablar ¡bajo el agua! jajajaja.

Tampoco soy alguien que pregunta a otra persona por su signo zodiacal, siempre me preguntan a mí primero creo que por resolver el enigma (más adelante lo explicaré) pero como he leído sobre eso y más que nada los estereotipos atribuidos a cada signo, sabía con antelación que a los géminis les gusta hablar, y ni otra cosa, la chica era géminis, me enteré porque un día faltó y al siguiente yo le pregunté que por qué no había ido a la piscina y me dijo que había sido el cumpleaños y se había quedado a celebrar con su familia, me pregunté en mi cabeza ¿qué fecha fue ayer? hice cálculos de fechas en mi cabeza (debido a mis lecturas me sé en su mayoría las fechas de cada signo) es junio tal, até el cabo que faltaba ¡es géminis! Dije para mí mismo.

Nunca etiqueté ni etiqueto a las personas que he tenido la agradabilísima oportunidad de conocer; no diciendo: es que es de tal signo, y por eso es así, no; y es que son solo estereotipos me digo, cabe recalcar que el signo solar no es lo único que los astrólogos ven en una carta natal, es solo una pequeña parte dicen ellos.

Pero sí que esos estereotipos han coincidido con las personas cercanas a mí, por ejemplo yo tuve una novia del signo del león, y sí que se esmeraba por destacar, creo que alguien sin tan siquiera saber de signos reconocería a un leo jajaja. También conocí a una chica virgo, inteligencia y libertad son palabras que me recuerdan a ella; dominaba los mismos temas que yo sobre energías, chakras, mudras, todo cuanto yo sabía, y como de ante mano yo conocía que a virgo le gusta interesar y explicar, porque tienen buena memoria y saben de muchos temas, además la chica me gustaba y quería agradarle; lo que hacía era sacarle plática sobre esos temas fingiendo yo ser el más ignorante sobre eso, algo que ella decía yo simulaba sorpresa, ahora que lo pienso si no hubiera hecho eso, quizás solo hubiéramos sido amigos discutiendo todo el tiempo sobre esos temas que ambos conocíamos, y yo no quería su amistad.

Y así puedo contar varios ejemplos más con mis amigos y familia de cómo muchos de quienes conozco sí encajan con los estereotipos de los signos, pero me mantengo firme al no etiquetar a nadie porque creo que es lo más sano.

Sobre el enigma al que me referí más arriba es que muchas personas me consideran una persona reservada, misteriosa y sí en efecto reconozco que lo soy, características según los astrólogos de alguien que tiene el sol en escorpio jajaja.

@tengomilpalabrasparati 💚

La Astrología y Las Ciencias Ocultas siempre me han interesado, desde niña, la escritura automática, psicofonías, planetas, agujeros de gusano, ovnis, extraterrestres, presencias sobrenaturales etc y son temas que me siguen interesando, ahora ya, a mi edad, con estudios y cierta experiencia pues hay cosas que no me son tan creíbles pero me siguen pareciendo interesantes de leer.

Si hay pruebas científicas de que algo existe, yo no lo voy a discutir porque es algo palpable, pero si no existen esas pruebas, para mi está descartado.

Por ejemplo, creo en los Dinosaurios porque hay pruebas materiales y científicas de ello pero que nadie me venda que a través de Cartas de Tarot me pueden predecir el futuro.

En cuanto a los Signos del Zodiaco mmmm coincido contigo en que hay cierto misticismo puesto que los estereotipos suelen coincidir.

Mi hermano es Escorpio como tu y es reservado y misterioso, yo también me siento reflejada con mi signo, en cambio mi hermana es Piscis y nada que ver con el estereotipo.

No me se los estereotipos de cada signo, así que no trato a nadie mejor o peor según sean Libra o Sagitario, los trato según la experiencia que el tiempo me de con ellos y cuando me preguntan que signo soy, cada vez digo uno diferente 😁

En lo que no creo en absoluto es en las predicciones de periódicos, revistas (ahora todo digital) etc sobre lo que te va a ocurrir cada semana según el signo que seas, ya que eso, quedó hace años certificado que se trataba de un BOT al que le introducían ciertos datos y el los conjugaba aleatoriamente, tampoco es algo que humanamente se pueda hacer.

Madre Mía! es que podría estar contándote anécdotas sobre casos de Adivinadores y Astrólogos pues en un tiempo fui bastante allegada a través de un amigo aficionado a las Cartes Astrales a este mundillo y vi y oí tantas cosas que en su momento me sorprendieron pues no sabia si era verdad o me tomaban el pelo y hoy en día me río yo sola, hasta me hicieron una Carta Astral de casi 50 páginas, me echaron las cartas, me han leído la mano e incluso las famosas gitanas que tanto Don de predicción dicen tener me hicieron su predicción y te aseguro que NADIE ha acertado nada.

No se si me estoy alejando del tema ...

Para mi eres una persona Sabia, de esas con las que quedas una tarde y se te pasan 6 horas escuchándolo hablar sin percatarte del paso del tiempo, me interesa todo lo que has comentado y desde luego contigo la conversación es imposible que escasee.

Yo hace unos años que comencé con el tema "Mundo Espiritual", Budismo, Mundo Tántrico y temas similares.

Además creo en las Energías y en los Espíritus, pues con esto último he tenido desde adolescente algún encuentro con mi abuela paterna y hace unos meses luces que se encienden y apagan, escritos en la pared de mi habitación, objetos que cambian de sitio o se rompen sin contacto alguno .. pero esto ya lo solucioné.

Con la tabla de Qui-ja también he tenido mis mas y mis menos jaja

De hecho me duermo cada noche escuchando podcast sobre estos temas, es una afición o hobbie que me sigue atrayendo mucho.

Cosas que se alejan bastante de la Psicología ,soy de mente bastante abierta, pero como bien dice mi sigo "si no lo veo, no lo creo"

Ha sido un placer leerte, aprender, y poder explayarme sobre temas que tanto me fascinan.

Muchas Gracias por colaborar y no se si sigues en el Telegram del blog jaja yo es que no tengo tiempo pero si seguís ahí DIVINA PACIENCIA 🙏

Puedes participar cuando lo desees con cualquier tema que te apetezca instruirnos o descubrirnos, para mi será un placer 😽

#colaboración #submission #animalhito #gracias

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dentrodelnido · 6 months

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Hoy fuimos al Club y pude conocer y percibir las inseguridades de los otros. Destaco particularmente de esos chicos que veo en redes sociales y yo mismo los etiqueto como seguros... Pero si cuenta me doy es que a todos, absolutamente, los que después pude conocer y tratar un poco en persona cargan con muchas inseguridades. Esto pone en evidencia que la manera en la que suelo percibir las cosas está muy lejos de la realidad, y que es esta misma percepción un reflejo de mis inseguridades también. He hecho un buen trabajo para sentirme y proyectarme más seguro, pero aún queda bastante trabajo, ahí la llevo :).

#personal #letras #reflexiones

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elyisuspi · 7 months

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Actualmente llevo casi 1 mes sin trabajo, pensé que sería menos y a hoy me conflictua y no está situación, ya que por un lado me estresan mis deudas por el otro pienso que en cualquier momento que cambie mis expectativas puedo tomar un trabajo y solucionar esto, de palabra ya me prometieron empleo en una fábrica pero aún no me llaman, me empieza a consumir un poco la ansiedad pero caigo en cuenta que no puedo cambiar nada de eso, ya que la situación y la llamada que espero no está en mi.

Por otro lado reapareció en mi vida una chica que me gustaba en el momento que la conocí pero tenía novio, tiempo después terminaron y ella me seguía hablando. En su momento tuvimos un poco de interaccion pero fue hasta hace unos meses que la recordé (llevaba años sin verla, desde antes de pandemia) y pensé que tal vez ella me estaba dando entrada.

Bueno, resulta que este fin de semana la encontré en persona, luego de unas breves interacciones por redes sociales, y ella se me acercó, platicamos torpemente por el ambiente y que no sabía que decirle porque soy muy torpe para hablar con las chicas que me gustan, en fin que pensé que la había regado (y tal vez fue así) pero me etiqueto en algo del fin de semana y le mande mensaje y hasta ahí va la cosa, ni siquiera se si actualmente este con alguien y no sé si solo está siendo amable conmigo o si de verdad me quiere dar una oportunidad, la verdad ahora sí voy a arriesgarme pero primero juntar el valor necesario aunque de forma rápida ya que esa respuesta me está esperando.

P.D.

Me siento muy estúpido pensando cosas de este estilo a estas alturas de mi vida pero bueno, como dicen, para el amor no hay edad y el amor nos hace hacer cosas estúpidas, entonces siempre y cuando sea amor puedo ser un viejo estúpido.

09-oct-2023

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vagoasdf · 7 months

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Re-Capitular

Repasando la mirada atras es que podemos avanzar al futuro. Or something like that.

Vaya. hace mucho que no me sentaba a ocupar Tumblr en el computador. Vaya yo. Vaya yo.

Recapitulemos entonces. Que es lo que era esto orignalmente, que es lo que syo yo originalmente, y para que carajo es que estoy en internet, en Tumblr y tal. Tumblr es.

...¿Un espacio del Fandom?

Homestuck esta muerto y zombificado, pero ya las ganas de estar ahi han pasado. Y hace un buen tiempo que no leo algo de D&D interesante por aca...

... ¿O un rincon para buscar cosas creativas?

El 2017 lo fue. Las masterlist, el tiempo dorado de #Writblr. Hay algo por aca para escarbar. pero medio que en un momento, se volvio el ruido random

Refugio de pandemia, postpandemia, intentar reconectar. Me encontre con algo loco.

Les quiero. Se que alguien me etiqueto antes de que me diera mi periodo de hermitañez en un post que nunca respondi. Damn you notificaciones que se van. Y bueno, es un ambiente loco para ver. ...pero igual, supuestamente yo me uni acá a crear. Y carallho no estoy creando nada. A si que venga. 2023, buena vida, pocos poemas encima, y ganas de cosas que crear. ....Supongo que esto va a tocar limpiar

Ya Mucho texto que chucha entonces

Que sucede. Que hay pocos lugares para conversar conmigo mismo. Ya los cuadernos son un check directo. pero algo como una promesa de ver "ah en esto estaba". y luego en 4 meses mas tomarlo como un barometro. Bueno, pongamos barometros personales. Hola. Vago al habla. Vamos a crear cosas

Primero que nada: Sitio web personal. A ver si ahi puedo publicar alfin poemas sin sentir que me estan bastadrizando el corte o algo similar. Fue alguna vez en Tumblr. Pero ya no. Mucho tiempo paso Segundo que nada. Limpiar aca y coimenzar a escribir sobre mis aventuras. Las locuras de RPG, las cosas de Stradh, subir mis ideas aca, dejarlo como un easter egg en caso de que alguno de mis jugadores lleguen Que tanto se hara de esto?

Ni idea. La Inercia es lo que mueve mi conducto interno. pero despues de el mes de salirme de RRSS volvi. Es por algo no

#texto propio

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tomybdaypuppyboy · 11 months

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Cada parte de vos, ha supuesto algo que atesorar para mí. Incluso en los momentos dónde hasta la rabia me sacaste, has logrado volverte parte de mis mejores recuerdos.

Solo quiero hacerte saber que, aún si el tiempo o las circunstancias no nos permiten estar 24/7 junto al otro, yo te llevo tan presente que hasta de vos me he vuelto tan casual de hablar.

Habitas mi vida de formas indescriptibles y gracioso porque el 90% de las veces solo te quiero partir el cráneo. Pero en verdad, significas más de lo que puedo explicar para mí y por eso abunda en mí el ser capaz de transmitirte todo ese amor, porque no soy como cualquiera quisiera que lo fuera, no envío cartas todos los días, ni dejo mensajes largos, no posteo amor a los cuatro vientos y menos etiqueto y derivados, pero aunque no lo haga, busco demostrar mi amor hasta en lo más pequeño y espero esto pueda ser visto como tal.

Te amo tanto que y bien te he confesado hasta las angustias de mi vida. Te he dado mi confianza y hasta hemos discutido sin razón. Te amo tanto que sos de las primeras personas que vienen a mi mente cuando simplemente existo o veo algo. Eso soy con vos y espero que en este momento, aún y con el ajetreo de palabras, puedas sentirlo así.

Te amo.

Y no necesariamente te lo recuerdo porque sea tu cumpleaños, sino porque en verdad lo hago y quiero que ese amor llegue hasta vos.

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kiss-me-muchoo · 3 months

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𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 || 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ have you seen the MV of wildest dreams? If not… you play the romantic interest of Enzo’s character in a movie and the sparks begin behind cameras too. But he turns you down and finally sees you years after that, realizing he missed you and now he’s jealous.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠_ age gap, angst, fluff, Enzo is a little bit of an asshole, Enzo’s ex is NOT specified, okay? Definitely not trying to imply anything by that, Spanglish, ANGST AGAIN. We have a Mexican carne asada here y soporten. BIEN CRINGE ESTA MADRE

𝐀/𝐍_ people from Uruguay and Argentina can correct me all they want about the accent, please start listening Cedar, then Widest Dreams for this… BOTH SONGS IN MY PLAYLIST FOR ENZO.

♪ ♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟒 𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐜 ✰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 (+fics here)

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Your character was close to his. They were lovers. So you had to spend a fair amount of time with him consequently. Enzo was a humble and kind man. He was so random and yet so peaceful. Which facilitated the connection.

In the beginning, you thought it was weird that the production of The Society of the Snow had decided to keep more than 50% of the cast for a short film that would promote the movie and create speculation. You didn’t say no because it meant flying to the shores of Spain and enjoying more time with the boys.

So you give in, you take the director’s advice to stick to Enzo and build a connection.

He’s older than you, more mature, more experienced in many ways, but yet you seem to be able to make him laugh.

“Tenés que estar bromeando,” he says laughing.

“No es joda, de verdad me multaron y se hizo un desmadre” you explain giggling, drinking at your water bottle.

Both of you are having a little moment on the beach. It was warm, and it was a free day. The rest of the boys decided to spend the afternoon playing video games and you were not willing to melt watching a TV.

“Recuérdame jamás salir con vos” you roll your eyes.

“Ay vete a la verga, todos saben que soy el alma de las reuniones y fiestas” he shrugged, eating from his sandwich and smiling.

“Si, tenés razón quizá”

“¿Quizá? No, no mientas, Enzo” finally, he laughs loudly.

“Bueno está bien, lo acepto”

“Así me gusta, obediente, mi niño” he blushed. And it made you blush too.

The sound of the waves swiftly colliding makes you feel at peace. It’s been great so far. Filming an action short film, playing the damsel in danger who turns out to be the villain, and having lots of fun with your workmates.

“¿No extrañas tu hogar?” he asks, and you sigh, looking at the sea.

“Trato de no pensar en eso. Dependo mucho de casa, de mi familia. Me cuesta el cambio, pero me adapto rápido” he nods, smiling, and you hate to admit you like how good he looks with his hair slightly shorter.

“Eso es bueno… adaptarse. Aunque cueste… creo que al final es bonito el cambio” you start laughing. Because you remember his Instagram captions and the pauses he always wrote. But he’s think that you are also very pretty, not only the change he mentioned before.

“Si, es bonito el cambio” You keep laughing, and he shouldn’t be smiling so much at you. But you were so funny, you always had something to share and talk about. Enzo was very close about sharing things about him. But with you, he could make an excuse.

So you also stare at him, and you feel your heart start beating faster.

You can’t fall in love with him. But you’re miserably failing.

…

You look at yourself in the mirror. Your character had a disguise moment, where she had to pretend to be a dancer to get information. So there you are in a bejeweled attire with feathers.

“No mames, qué buena me veo,” you say laughing. Loving how your waist looks and how your hair looks so fluffy. The costume department did an outstanding job of making you look hot

“Como que si… ¿eh?” The annoying twink of Juani had to be there.

“Ponme la de perdió este culo de la Bad Gyal, por favor” Juani starts cackling, already filming you for some random tweet.

“Pero si vos tuviste un ex hace siglos, ya no queda” you roll your eyes, checking on the glitter decorating your eyes.

“Ay, pero no por eso, Juani. Nomás por mamona lo digo” There’s a knock on the door and you turn to see who’s standing there.

“¿Y esa diosa?” You blush, smiling at Fran being the person who knocked at the door before.

“¿Dónde que no la veo?” Of course, Juani had to be an idiot and ruin the moment, but soon he blows you a kiss.

“No es cierto, linda” You roll your eyes and turn back to see Fran giggling. You give him a sweet smile and scratch the back of your neck. He helps you get your robe so you won’t have to cross the whole building with your exhibitionist outfit.

“Tenés escena conmigo” Fran says offering you his arm, which you gladly take.

“Adiós, naco perdedor,” you say to Juani, who starts laughing loudly. As you start walking with Fran across the hallways of the building, you start feeling your heart beat faster. You were going to have a heated scene with Enzo, which made you cringe a lot. First, you appear with Fran’s character in the club which ends with your character tangling up with Enzo.

“¿Nerviosa?” You shake your head, sighing.

“I don’t know…Digo, no lo sé” he nods, as you two walk out of the building to get going towards the set. The shores of Spain were beautiful, Cádiz was warm and it suited your overwhelmed mood.

“Va a estar bien. Que igual si no, nos vamos a dar la vuelta en la noche” that immediately makes you smile. You nod, hugging him.

“Eso me encantaría mucho, Fran” You are on set now. There’s no way back, and when you turn back, you see Enzo, and he’s already looking at you.

You blush, and offer him a little smile before turning away so rapidly. The whole action is watched by Fran and he has his own opinion.

“Has pasado mucho tiempo con Enzo…¿No crees?” You shrug, greeting the makeup staff who are going to retouch your look.

“Teníamos que conocernos a fondo para que esto resultara” he nods again.

“Creo que si se ha dado lo de la conexión” it was weird, because you knew it was true. you had developed a special connection with Enzo. Hours spent talking and having long walks across the beach. The days you decided to cook for the boys and he always was the first to arrive and try to help you set up everything.

“Si se diera la oportunidad… ¿Te quedarías con él?” His question makes you wonder. It took you aback, and while you have full trust in Fran, you don’t know what to answer.

Well, you do know what to answer… but you are afraid to admit it.

“Si… aveces siento que si es con él, Fran. Me hace muy feliz… pero, no creo que Enzo sienta lo mismo” you confess. He smiles, taking your hand.

“Tenés que decirle. Se llevan un par de años, pero… se ven tan bien juntos” he says looking at Enzo.

“De verdad… ¿Tú crees?”

“Es que ve cómo te mira, y/n” In disguise, you turn to your side, and you confirm Enzo is still looking at you.

“Decíle… anda” you smile, a warm feeling growing in your heart. You feel loved, you feel like it might be meant to be. So you plan something.

“Hay que hacer una carnita asada” Fran laughs.

“Pero vos le pones mucho al asado. Jamás había visto uno así” you laugh. Since your type of asado was a northern Mexican carne asada. They all believed it was a great change of style of cooking.

“No lo niegues, Fran. Mi asado es grandioso” he tries to deny it but at the end, he smiles nodding.

“Ey… ¿estás lista, linda?” Enzo asks, appearing with a gorgeous smile. He was wearing a dark suit, his hair looked amazing, very hot.

“Creo que si…” you let him know. After some brief exchange of words with the production, you take your position along with Fran to start filming. And you never miss the way Enzo was looking at you.

Maybe he felt the same.

…

You started the carne asada before taking a shower and getting ready. Now, everything was ready. The big patio that connected the apartment complex was decorated with a table that Juani and Matias helped you set, with chips, salsas, guacamole, beans, and agua de tamarindo that you had to mix with some alcohol.

Everyone is having fun, and you have helped to serve the food to everyone with Blas. It seemed to be going well, you have a sundress and sneakers on the feeling of the alcohol has you tipsy and you can’t wait to make yourself some tacos with the asado.

You feel someone hug you from behind, and when you turn back, you end up caged around Enzo’s arms.

“Hey… you made it!” You cheer after seeing him, trying to ignore the blush on your cheeks. You hoped nobody had seen the interaction. Or else they would start with cheesy rumors.

“No me lo perdería” you smile, offering him a glass of agua de tamarindo.

“Hice verduras asadas y queso fundido para ti” he wanted to hug you so tightly again after hearing you say that. You had thought about him and cooked specifically for him. Enzo had been in some dilemma, where he questioned if you could be the one. Although, he still had many obstacles to get to you. And he didn’t know yet that those obstacles would draw him apart from you.

“Ehh.. y/n linda, ¿hay más mas cubiertos?” Agustin asks you suddenly.

“Creo que hay servilletas y popotes en el cuarto de lavar. Voy a ver” you say laughing.

“Te acompaño…” says Enzo, which makes you blush again.

“Gracias…”

Both of you walk inside the building, and the laundry room is very near, so in less than a minute he opens the door to let you in. With the distance, you finally are able to distinguish the song playing on the patio. You hum along trátame suavemente playing in the background.

No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas

Ni contemplarlas sabiamente

Quiero que me trates suavemente

Enzo can’t help but think you look so adorable. He remembers the way he had to touch you for the scene earlier. Half of him hated himself for feeling that way about you, and the other half questioned if it could possibly be correct.

“Enzo… no alcanzo las servilletas” When he turns back, he sees you trying to climb the washing machine to open the drawers.

“Así no, chiquita.” He laughs and stops you, making you sit on top of the washing machine while he grabs the bag with napkins and straws inside.

“Ay, si… humillame pues” you complain crossing your arms. He drops de bag beside you, and then gives you a silly smirk, which makes you laugh.

“Nada de eso, sis vos sos bien linda así” You cross your arms, avoiding his eyes. This was the closest you’d been around him. It feels alright like having him close to you was normal. Making you realize, you could get used to his aura being so damn close to you.

I like him…

“¿Tú crees?” You let yourself play a little dumb, pretending innocence. And you have the excuse of being under the effects of alcohol.

Te comportas de acuerdo

Con lo que te dicta, cada momento

Y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico

Es más bien algo enfermo…

you keep humming the song as you try to keep the conversation normal with the man.

“Si… muy linda vos” The outrageous side of you let your arms get tangled around his neck. And it caught him by surprise but he let himself feel the moment. He shyly placed his hands on your hips, and you squirmed.

“¿Qué estamos haciendo?” He asks, accepting that he was getting lost in your eyes.

“No sé” you admit, feeling how his chest was touching yours.

“Bésame, Enzo…” you close your eyes, and seconds later, you know he’s kissing you. Your fingers trace his hair and it’s so soft that it makes him groan in pleasure.

You let his hands caress the plush skin of your hips and legs as you keep pushing him towards you.

This is it, you are falling in love with him.

…

It’s one of the last days of filming, but for the past two weeks, you have been spending a sickening time with Enzo. He spent two nights with you, he even agreed to go out to the city just for you. You could say the feeling of falling in love was growing very rapidly.

He made you feel safe and every smile he offered was enough relief for your days. He held your hand once while walking through the crowded streets to not lose you and it felt right.

And you hadn’t seen him in two days because he had different scenes to film.

Until now, where your character holds hands with him as she confesses she’s the villain. You feel the air shift, you feel the distance he’s making and you wonder if it was because of the scene or if he was actually being cold to you. The setting is on one hill with a gorgeous sunset in the background, making the scene very dramatic and tragic for the romantic partners.

“Dime que me amas y me entregaré. Por favor…” your character says. Enzo looks at you, and the look he exchanges with you is sad, making you confused on camera.

“Yo te amo, pero sabes que no podemos estar juntos” his character had to say. And for some reason, you felt like Enzo was actually saying that to you.

“CORTE!” The director said. Everything keeps going on. But for you time stops. You look at him, hoping to find some sense of tranquility. That nothing had changed.

Slowly, Enzo dropped your hand and after a brief look… he walked away.

…

You spend the afternoon collecting shells. You are confused and slightly sad because filming is coming to an end. You don’t know if Enzo actually wanted to give it a try on distance. Because after the kiss on the carne asada, none of you had given status to the relationship.

But it’s not necessary to keep thinking about it, because you see him walking towards you, and your immediate reaction is to offer him a smile.

“Ey.. te perdiste todo el día” you try to sound calm.

“Estaba ocupado.” He says with both hands inside his hoodie. His hair looks disheveled and he seems tired.

“Entiendo…”

“Volví a hablar con ella” There’s no need to address it, you know who he meant, his ex-girlfriend. You don’t say a word, opting for hearing him before talking.

“Hablamos mucho. Quedamos de vernos cuando vuelva a Uruguay” you gulp, each word hurting you more.

“¿Entendés, verdad? Vos sos más joven que yo, somos de lados muy distintos… no iba a funcionar” your eyes get watered immediately. Rage invading you and sadness flooding you.

“Decí algo, por favor. No quiero lastimarte…” you laugh, shaking your head. There are some seconds of silence. You need to choose the right words.

“Alguna vez me miraste, sonreíste y pensaste que… tal vez, ¿tal vez pudo haber sido conmigo?” He sighs, looking away, at the sea.

The longer he remains quiet, the more you have the answer. He never felt the same as you, but he never tried to stop you either. He played along.

You just start walking away, hand on an extremely tight grip, the shells and sand irritating the skin on your palm.

“Nunca quise hacerte daño” he yells as you have walked a fair amount of steps away.

“Si nunca sentiste algo por mi, nunca debiste haberme dejado encariñarme contigo.” He lowers his gaze and you feel even more enraged.

“No puedes ni levantar la cabeza. Fucking shame on you…” you spit with disappointment.

“Y jamás debí haber aceptado conocerte tanto” you finally say. Walking away at once and fighting the tears as you try to pass the boys who are playing video games again.

“Ey… ¿estás bien?” Juani asks and you nod, but he follows and once his hand touches yours, you can’t help but collide on his chest, letting the tears fly away silently. Juani doesn’t say anything, not yet, he just hugs you tightly.

…

The next afternoon, Enzo goes to find you in your room, but he’s surprised by the fact that you’re gone.

“Filmó su última escena y se ha ido a casa” Santi told him.

“¿Cómo?” Enzo is in shock, he just sighs, closing his eyes.

“Se quiso ir antes…”

“Le dijo… muchas cosas a Juani y a Fran” Santi adds, and Enzo can tell what had happened. And of course, he accepted being guilty.

“Necesito hablar con ellos” and with that he lefts.

But the talk didn’t help a lot. He just realized you were gone by the time he was able to be alone in his room again. Enzo was confused and tired and he also just wanted to go home. But as he understands you’re gone and he won’t see you in a long time, he feels a little lost. And empty…

…

A lot of things change. You grow, you forget, you change. You go back to your normal life, college goes great, and everything is normal until it’s time to give a promotion to the movie and the short film. You kept a lot of contact with Fran, Juani, and Matias, but it won't be the same as if you didn't end up on good terms with Enzo.

About him, you learned he didn't make it with his ex-girlfriend. He was single and apparently good. You don’t hate him, but there’s a lot of resentment. And as the premiere was around the corner, rumors had appeared on the surface of social media. Rumors of you and Enzo, and all the drama. You didn't pay attention to those, but you were expecting at least one question regarding the issue in the upcoming interviews.

You were offered to be dressed by some perfect designer who had similar ideas to you. He made a silk dress in a champagne color for you. With tiny crystal beats and a gorgeous skirt. You loved the dress, it suited you so well too.

So at the beginning of the night, you don’t think about anything but making a good impression on the cameras. All that mattered was the promotion of the movie.

As soon as you arrive at the gala, you start shivering because of your nervousness about seeing your friends again. You were the last one to arrive so you weren’t able to greet them.

And that’s when you see Enzo. He seems fine, in a completely dark suit and his stupid perfect hair. When he finds your sweet eyes, his heart beats faster, you look so perfect. Your hair, your brows, your eyes, the pink lips, everything seemed to make you look so perfect. And he can tell you look older, your childish and plush cheeks are gone, and your short hair too. He remembers all the good memories he made with you and he feels sadness taking over. He missed you so bad after going back home. And he wasn’t able to hear anything from you because he didn’t dare to ask Juani or Fran for example.

“Te ves preciosa,” says Agustin hugging you. You smile at him and thank him. All the boys want to greet you and all is being recorded. The only one you don’t greet is Enzo, who stays afar posing for the cameras. Until most of the photographers keep asking to take a picture of you and the man who broke your heart.

“No te acerques si no querés” Juani advises you, whispering in your eye. You sigh, looking at how Enzo is getting closer.

“Creo que ya no tengo de otra…” you whisper back, pretending to have a big and honest smile on your face.

Enzo exchanged looks with you, and he was able to sense how awkward you were feeling, which didn’t soothe him. So he pretended to place his hand on your back but he never touched you, and you didn’t even glare at him a second the flash hit your face. You ignore the growing pain of having him so close but being so far away at the same time.

They want you to do a little interview with him. So you get close to the cameras to answer some questions.

“Entonces y/n… ¿qué crees que fue lo mejor de grabar el largometraje?” You giggle, easy question.

“Definitivamente que pude volver a estar con los chicos. Fue mas sencillo y podíamos divertirnos con mayor libertad” the woman nods, assuring that she was recording your answer.

“Y Enzo… ¿fue difícil grabar estando en una relación?” You know he didn’t like the question, and you suddenly felt worse or awkward.

“Eh… no. La verdad es que llevo rato soltero.”

“¿Hay alguien que podría llevarte a dejar de estarlo?” He laughs and you just want to run away. You really don’t care, and you don’t want to know the answer.

“Hubo una chica con la que estuve en Cádiz hace casi dos años. Nos la pasamos muy bien y las cosas no se dieron, mi culpa. Me gustaría hacer las cosas bien por ella…” it must be you, and it can’t be. You don’t believe him, you just turn around and look for any of your friends. So when you see Matias making you a sign to join im, you take the opportunity.

“Me llaman por acá. Un gusto, y gracias…” you thank the woman with a smile and leave quickly, knowing Enzo has eyes set on your back.

You won’t cry, but you can’t help but feel so weird about everything. You had been great without him. Seeing him back made you go back to that summer in Cadiz and how great it was your life at the time. But that is gone, and so are the memories you made with him.

…

Everyone knows you disappeared after the projection of the movie and the short film. You don’t like feeling his eyes across the dark room. You can’t rest knowing the party that followed the projections was going to be very painful. By showing clips of the behind-the-scenes, everyone saying words to each other. You are not in the mood for that. And it’s all because of him. Because he had to be an asshole and not think clearly. You couldn’t even call yourself stupid because he gave all the green lights that actually looked like green flags.

And as you question everything in pajamas, looking at the open balcony of your hotel room with red swollen eyes when there’s a knock.

You drag your feet to the door, and once you open it, he’s there.

The suit is still on, but he has a specific gesture on his face.

People often said looks said more than words, and Enzo was the perfect example.

You tilt your head, reading his face. His face says that he’s sorry, he feels sad, and he’s desperate to have you back. And he frowns after seeing your sad face. Your red eyes and look that said how confused and hurt you were.

So both of you stare for a little longer, literally glorifying each other faces. Remembering the soft touches, all the things you talked together. How happy you made each other.

“Podemos arreglarlo…” he finally says.

And slowly both of you smile, sad and broken smiles.

You open your arms and he immediately goes to hug you. His hands find their way to your waist, his face hidden in the warmth of your neck.

“Tú recuerdo jamás me dejó” and you smile again, closing your eyes, letting your face get comfortable on his chest, letting more tears fall.

“Si es contigo…Siempre fue contigo” he admits, knowing he’ll never let you go again.

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Antes de que me digan que que pendeja esta la y/n por perdonarlo tan fácil, pues en mi cabeza cuando Enzo la fue a ver a su cuarto fue como muy fuerte. De esos momentos donde la tension es mas fuerte y no se necesitan tantas palabras para saber que la persona está literalmente a tus rodillas suplicando so…

I already have an idea for a new fic with Enzo that it’s going to be AHHHHH. hint? Everyone loves you, that’s it

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #si no etiqueto la movie como hago que esto lo vean duh #la sociedad de la nieve #the society of the snow

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