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chlerc · 2 months

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back in barcelona ; joão félix

— summary; catching her in the stands while he’s playing for barcelona is certainly not the way he thought he’d ever see her again.

pairing — joao felix x old-friends-actress!f. reader ( third person story )

social media au + 1085.

content — old friends, she studied in joao’s school but moved back to barcelona and they were only mutuals on instagram but never talked. joao pinned over her.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: back in chicago trend but make it back in barcelona cause you can never take the man out of the barcelona girl!!!

song rec for this fic — end of beginning!!

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ynusername did you miss me, Viseu?

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itsnicolewallace I MISS YOU, regresa a mí!!! (come back to me)

evaruiz tan hermosa (so gorgeous)

maddisonarg love you

ynusername @maddisonarg love you too!!!

gabrieloxguevaraa eres tan bonitaaaaa (you’re so pretty)

ynusername @gabrielxoguevaraa halagándome guapo (flattering me, handsome)

ferrantorres 🔥

yn.officialupdates Drop dead gorgeous

hugofelix18 meu irmão sentiu sua falta (my brother missed you)

ynusername @hugofelix18 saia do aplicativo 🤦🏻‍♀️ (get off the app)

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ynusername THE LAST TIME ON SET!!! Super excited for this to go out on @netflixes soon, catch Through My Window coming up. Really really love this one, please look forward to it 🤍

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juliopfernandez por favor espera #ATravésDeTuMirada!!! (please look forward to Through My Window)

carlitosalcarazz Le conté a mi mamá sobre nosotros 😉 (I told my mum about us)

ynusername @carlitosalcarazz sin habla 🤦🏻‍♀️ (speechless)

siramartinezc Eres tan bonita te quiero tan mala (you’re so pretty I want you so bad)

hugofelix18 legal, vou dizer ao meu irmão para assistir (Nice, will tell my brother to watch it)

ynusername @hugofelix18 HUGOOOO, ir para a cama 😠 (go to bed)

joaofelix79 @hugofelix18 você está cheio de merda, o que você está fazendo e dizendo aqui? (You’re full of shit, what are you doing and saying here?)

gqportugal 🤩🤩🤩

gqspain ¡nuestra princesa! (Our princess)

IT COULD HAVE BEEN the lack of sleep catching up on him from yesterday but he swore he wasn’t seeing things. Amidst the sea of faces in the crowd, his gaze kept drifting to a familiar figure seated near the team’s bench where he stood nearby taking a quick gulp of water.

There she was, with her eyes the colour of earth kissed by spring rains, the hue that promises to stir life from dormant seeds, the nascent plants guided upward by the light before blossoming into the vibrant colours of a new season. Her hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep, yet with the subtle hues only time brings. Those strands that he was too familiar with, staring at the back of her head back in the days whilst she sat in front of him in classes.

She was a constant presence in his thoughts, a captivating enigma he couldn't shake off. Her laughter echoed in his mind when the lights dimmed in his bedroom, her smile a beacon of warmth that drew him in. But here, in the midst of the pulsating stadium, João couldn't believe his eyes. Was it truly her?

Throughout the match, João’s mind oscillated between the thrill of the game and the enigmatic presence of her. His concentration wavered, his thoughts drifting to moments shared and conversations unspoken. With each passing minute, the field seemed to blur, his focus slipping away like sand through his fingers.

But duty called and he pushed aside the distractions, channeling his energy into the game, his every touch eliciting roars of approval from the crowd for those seventy three minutes he played. He thanked his lucky stars and the coach for subbing him off early today, finding himself a seat within her distance. João’s neck awkwardly craned and turned just to catch a glimpse of her, her eyes everywhere but on him.

And when he catches her eyes before he could realise he was staring, his breathing becomes harder, the pensive look on him melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirms just a little as his muscles relax but he just threw a thumbs up her way, acting as if everything was fine. There was something about that gaze of her he’ll never find in another woman.

As the final whistle blew and Barcelona emerged victorious, João’s heart raced with adrenaline and triumph. But amidst the celebrations, a lingering doubt gnawed at him. Should he have approached her? But it was probably her lookalike, the last he checked her Instagram, she was still on set and busy. At the end of the day, he knew deep in every nook and crevice of his heart that it was probably her and he was just lying to himself, no mistakes on recognising the girl he secretly pinned after in highschool.

There would be other matches, other moments. For now, João embraced the euphoria of victory, knowing that somewhere amidst the chaos of the stadium, she lingered, a silent specter in the tapestry of his dreams. He made a mental note of checking her Instagram later tonight and stop his brother from commenting outrageous comments about himself.

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ynusername back in barcelona, i feel it 🤍

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judebellingham wrong place bruv, thought we talked about this before?

ynusername @judebellingham literally born in barcelona before i went to UK and befriend you whilst on shoot??? the ego, jude…

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE SOOO MEAN, did you just call me egoistic? Not gonna talk to you ever 😞

rolemod3lyn @ynusername Y’ALL ARE FRIENDS???

claaragalle no podría extrañarte más (couldn’t miss you more)

drewstarkey you visiting home but I don’t see you? (I’m supposed to be your home) 😠

ksi #drinkprime!

ynusername @ksi this is not the football team you sponsored mate????

ksi @ynusername ohhh i thought…

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ynusername off season for me but always cheering my number 1 and childhood team on with Laila! ps ksi this is the team you sponsor.

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ksi #DRINKPRIME

judebellingham how bout you come to madrid and visit your friend (me) too!

ynusername @judebellingham thought someone didn’t wanna talk to me 😒

judebellingham @ynusername we LITERALLY FACETIMED after my comment????

fcbarcelona Welcome Back Home ✨🏠

barca.4life SHE A CULER TOO???

davidrenzo she just got more perfect

forblaugrana One of our own, culer 💙❤️

ferrantorres Bienvenido de vuelta amiga, gracias por venir! (Welcome back home friend, thanks for coming by!)

ynusername @ferrantorres no hay problema chico tiburón 👉🦈 (no problem shark boy)

itsnicolewallace Dijiste que me llamarías cuando hayas vuelto a España, mentirosa (you said you'd call me when you're back in spain, liar)

ynusername @itsnicolewallace ¡Te iba a sorprender! (I was going to surprise you)

The last time he was playing in the stadium and on the pitch was when she was here. And she literally was here after her two recent posts on her social media platform accounts. And he was right, João would never recognise the wrong woman, not when he memorised every bit and parts of her before she left Viseu.

In the velvet night, the shining light of the stadium shone upon her, illuminating each and every feature of her. João legs unable to carry himself forward, entranced by her with his match jersey in one hand and a towel in the other. There she was looking right at him, dead in his eyes whilst a small grin plastered across her face.

“You’re staring at her like you love her.” Ferran nudges him by his shoulder, a small hint of banter evident in his voice. “She’s your friend though, isn’t she?” João questions, his once agape jaw now capable of finding words to speak, arms hanging around Ferran’s shoulders as they walk towards where she was.

“Yeah but we aren’t that close like you are with her.” Ferran shrugs nonchalantly, removing João’s arm around his shoulder before patting João on the back and pushing him towards her before running into the tunnel. “Good luck, I know you can do it.” He heard the whispers of Ferran before actually processing what happened.

“Long time no see and talk, great goal today Floki.” She rubbed his shoulders, calling him by his nickname she had for him in school. She was the whole entire point of naming his own dog Floki, just to have the simplest and smallest yet memorable thing of her by his side.

His palms turned sweaty at the moment, nibbling at the lower lip of his and he swore he could hear his heart palpitating against his chest, yearning to be freed from the tightness within him. “Thanks, it’s so good to see you after all these years. You still look gorgeous.”

Her eyes curved into crescents, his favourite thing about her. “Really, you think so?” Her fingers are linked together while she fiddles with them, swaying her body a little from side to side. “I don’t think so, I am sure. Anyways, what brings you here?”

“You, I heard you have been loaned to Barcelona for the season and I thought to just drop by some matches to watch you while cheering for the team.” She turns João around, pushing him to walk into the tunnel while she follows behind. He didn’t know how to reply, losing all capability of talking when he couldn’t find the right words without messing it up and showing his anxiousness.

“That’s good, I was hoping to catch you in Barcelona when I saw your Instagram post. I mean not that I follow up on it but nevermind, I’m not explaining myself clearly.” He waved his hand in the air, a sign for her to shrug the conversation and whatever he just said off.

“It’s okay I miss you too João, you can just admit it.”

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ynusername Floki & Laila’s papa and mama reunion

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judebellingham uh, Floki as in João Félix’s sausage dog? 🤔

ynusername @judebellingham RUDE! You’re calling Laila a sausage too? You’re calling her fat? BLOCKED.

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH. SAUSAGE DOGS ARE CUTE IS WHAT I MEANT.

bornaswaglife OMG??? THE CROSSOVER

joaofelix79 Laila and Floki’s mama 🤍

ynusername @joaofelix79 you too papa!

ferrantorres 😆😆😆

livenolaughnolife TWO DACHSHUND OMGGG EVEN MATCHING DOGS

barcawag.planet This is literally so unexpected and cute

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joaofelix79 Laila’s mama but myself and Floki’s new mama now 😉

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pablogavi 👏👏

andr34daurent bros pulling 10s on and off pitches

marcguiu9 lindo hermano (nice one brother)

forblaugrana 10/10

ynusername my favourite dog papa 🤍

joaofelix79 @ynusername & my favourite mama

blaugranaplanet ustedes dos son muy lindos juntos, se complementan bien (you two are really cute together, complement each other well)

lamineyamal ¿Tienes dos perros salchicha, papá? (You got two sausage dogs papa?)

fcbarcelona Floki’s Star papa & Princess mama!

#chlerc #joao felix drabble #joao felix x you #joao felix fluff #joao felix fic #joao felix one shot #joao felix x reader #joao felix blurb #joao felix fanfic #joao felix imagine #joao felix #football x you #football instagram au #football x reader #football imagine #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football

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barcalover86 · 8 months

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I'm sorry- Pedri Gonzalez

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You just had a fight with Pedri, and he made it worse by saying that he just can't stand you anymore. He didn't realise what he said until you left the house, not answering all his calls after.

He felt bad for treating you like he did and he wanted to apologise to you, knowing that he can't have a life without you in it.

He thought about whatever he could do to make you forgive him and when he talked to the stuff and his team, everyone agreed to help him.

It came the game that you were dying to see. You didn't talk to Pedri for 3 days, but it felt like something in you changed. You were in no mood for anything and all you wanted to do was sleep, watch TV and eat.

You knew that you could see him through the TV and even if it was a bad idea if you wanted to get over him, you just couldn't. You missed him badly.

The game went well and when it was at its final, your boy scored, which made you shout his name out. You were mad at him, but that didn't change the proud that you felt in that moment.

Everyone was hugging him and you wanted to do it too. You were craving for his touch.

After some seconds, he ran to Xavi, and you thought he would hug him or congratulate him, but instead, he took one of Barca's jercey and showed it to the camera.

'Lo siento.. regresa a mí'

(I'm sorry.. come back to me)

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pedri headcanon #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri #pedrito #pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez x you

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flowersephone · 3 months

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August. Enzo V

Un actor famoso, asustado por la fama repentina, se cruza en el camino de una médica veterinaria igualmente respetada, hasta que sus destinos se entrelazan en una circunstancia inusual. Mientras él enfrenta la presión de la fama, ella se sumerge en la rutina desafiante de la veterinaria. Juntos, descubren una conexión única y se sumergen en una aventura que les traerá consecuencias futuras.

❧ fluff, angst, smoke, age gap, weed, mature, smut, and some more.

Elle's pov

En el exterior de mi clínica a las 02:45 am, fumaba mientras esperaba que pasara el estrés del ajetreo nocturno. Siempre he abogado por mantener las clínicas veterinarias abiertas las 24 horas; durante la madrugada, siempre suceden cosas malas. Observando la escasa actividad, los pocos autos que pasan por la calle, me distraigo al escuchar un grito masculino a lo lejos: '¡No cierren! ¡Por favor, no cierren!'. Al encontrar de dónde venía el sonido, me encuentro con un hombre sosteniendo a un gato, aparentemente inconsciente y muy débil.

'Es mi gata, Uma, creo que se tragó algo y no puede respirar'. Puedo percibir la nerviosidad en la voz del hombre. Entro rápidamente a la clínica, me pongo mi bata, lavo mis manos y me coloco los guantes, siempre con el hombre siguiéndome. Luego, tomo a la gata de sus manos, la ausculto, le aplico anestesia local para no afectar más los latidos del felino y comienzo mi procedimiento.

Al salir del quirófano, el hombre se levanta y me mira nervioso. '¿Qué pasó? ¿Cómo está Uma? ¿Murió? ¿Por qué no la trajiste?'. Dispara sin siquiera respirar. 'No te preocupes, Uma está bien, solo comió algo que no debía. Tenía muchos elásticos para el cabello en su estómago y uno atascado en su garganta dificultando la respiración, pero ahora está bien, solo está un poco aturdida. Si quieres, te llevo a verla', sonrío tratando de aliviar la tensión.

En la sala de internados, él observa a otros animales hasta que se encuentra con su gata. 'Se ve graciosa con la lengua afuera', comenta en tono bajo y risueño, viendo que lo peor ya pasó. '¿Cuándo puedo llevármela?' Voltea hacia mí mientras acaricia la patita de la gata a través del vidrio.

En ese momento, me siento extraña, con un escalofrío y mis vellos erizados. Sacudo la cabeza intentando evitar cualquier pensamiento. 'Me gustaría dejarla al menos unas 5 horas en observación. Está en suero con medicación para el dolor. Puedes quedarte todo el tiempo que quieras. Voy a preparar un presupuesto para ti. ¿Te gustaría hacer un plan en la clínica? Puedo anular la carencia debido a la emergencia', sugiero mientras ajusto mi bata y paso la mano por mi cabello.

Después de pagar la cirugía, Enzo regresa al banco. 'Puedes ir a casa si quieres, te avisaremos cuando esté lista'. El hombre se acomoda en el banco y cierra los ojos. 'No hay problema, esperaré', dice mientras se acomoda. 'Entonces, puedes ir a mi sala de descanso; estaré observándola', señalo la puerta para que vaya. Él se va sin dudar.

Alrededor de las 6:30 am, Uma ya había despertado y estaba inquieta en su cabina. Después de dedicar un tiempo a los demás animales, me vuelvo hacia ella, que aún está débil. Cojo un colchón, me acuesto cerca de ella y le pongo snacks para animarla a comer. Mientras tanto, busco a Enzo en mi Instagram, lo encuentro fácilmente: ¡1 millón de seguidores! La recepcionista avisa que el siguiente turno está llegando, así que empaco mis cosas.

Al llegar a la sala de descanso, me encuentro con Enzo acurrucado en la cama. Admiro por unos segundos y comienzo a guardar mis cosas. Al mirar el reloj, me doy cuenta de que es hora de dar de alta a Uma. Toqué el hombro de Enzo, llamándolo, y él se enrosca en mi brazo como si fuera una almohada. Con la otra mano, le paso los dedos por el cabello para despertarlo, y abre los ojos asustado. 'Buenos días, señor Enzo', observa la situación y suelta rápidamente mi brazo. 'Lo siento, ¿puedo llevármela ya?' Me alejo mientras él se levanta y se acomoda.

'Claro, de hecho, estoy terminando mi turno. Será mi última paciente de hoy. Solo le pasaré sus medicamentos y le daré una caja transportadora'. Fuera de la clínica, me pongo mi abrigo. Puede que no sea el día más frío de Argentina, pero como soy brasileña, siempre siento frío. Al caminar hacia mi auto, escucho pasos: Enzo me llamó por mi nombre, captando mi atención antes de abrir la puerta del auto. 'Hum... doctora Ellise', se aclara la garganta, '¿puedo invitarte a un café? Por haber salvado a Uma de la muerte y haber cuidado tan bien de ella', dice mientras sostiene firmemente la caja de la pequeña gata. 'No hice más que mi trabajo', río mientras acomodo mi flequillo. 'Pero sí, encantada. Puedes llamarme Elle'. Cojo un trozo de papel, una pluma y anoto mi número, entregándoselo. 'Ahora ustedes dos necesitan descansar', sonríe mientras toma el papel y lo pone en la boca para no perderlo en el bolsillo mientras sujeta la casa. Entro al auto, le hago un gesto de despedida y me dirijo a casa, preguntándome a qué hora me llamará.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic smut #enzo vogrincic fluff #latina #x reader #lsdln #matias recalt #taylor swift

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themasterreader69 · 8 days

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HASTA EL AMANECER

Enzo Vogrincic x Reader

Enzo Vogrincic regresa a casa antes de lo esperado por un cambio de vuelo, convirtiendo los sentimientos de un día cansador en un momento para reconectar.

Eran pasadas las dos de la madrugada, la oscuridad envolvía la habitación del apartamento, nada excepto la luz esquinera al borde del sofá y las luces de la televisión. La película her se reproducía en la pantalla frente a mí aunque mis párpados pesaban como el silencio que me inundaba, las gatas estaban durmiendo en mi cama así que los únicos ruidos eran los de la voz de Joaquin Phoenix y los huesos de mi espalda cada vez que cambiaba de posición.

El largo día había dejado mi cuerpo exhausto, no obstante, mi mente seguía revoloteando como un pájaro inquieto, negándose a ceder ante el cansancio. Mis ojos se cerraban intermitentemente, luchando contra la tentación de dejarse llevar por el sueño. En un momento, el sonido de la película se desvaneció en el fondo, transformándose en un susurro indistinguible y caí en un sueño profundo sin más lucha.

Me despertó a las cuatro de la mañana, el inesperado tintineo de las llaves en la puerta principal, que resonó en la sala de estar, rompiendo el silencio de la noche. Me extrañé por la situación –¿Enzo? ¿A esta hora?– con un esfuerzo titánico, luché contra la somnolencia y me senté en el sofá, todavía parpadeando con un ojo cerrado. Mis sentidos se agudizaron mientras pausaba la película, que ya estaba mucho más cerca de su final de lo que recordaba haberla comenzado.

Escuché la puerta al abrirse y mi corazón comenzó a palpitar con fuerza. Aunque mi mente estaba en cualquier lado –debido al sueño– la emoción de verlo de nuevo se filtraba entre toda esa fatiga. Seguí bostezando mientras esperaba en el sofá, con la mirada entrecerrada enfocada en la entrada. Mis sentidos estaban alerta, captando cada sonido, cada movimiento. Entonces, lo vi. Enzo entró en la habitación con total cautela, siquiera arrastró su valija, sino que la cargaba cuidando sus pisadas. Su figura apenas iluminada por la luz que llegaba del pasillo trajo una gran calidez a mi alma. Él estaba bellísimo, abrigado con su campera rompevientos de LOEWE –desde que modeló para ellos ya perdí la cuenta de cuántas prendas de esa marca hay en el armario– y con un jean básico que estoy casi seguro es de JACK & JONES fue de los regalos de su hermano menor por su último cumpleaños, el corte del pantalón es relajado y eso le queda tan pero tan bien.

Con un bostezo final, me levanté para recibirlo, dejando atrás el sofá y la película inconclusa. La fatiga se desvaneció momentáneamente, reemplazada por el calor reconfortante de un beso de regreso y un fuerte abrazo.

Yo quería hablar primero pero me distraje entre sus labios.

—¿Qué hacés a esta hora? pensé que ibas a estar durmiendo, quería que fuera una sorpresa el estar de vuelta. —Me dijo mientras hacía muecas como si lo que acababa de hacer fuera algo inimaginable.

—No entiendo, en la última videollamada que hicimos me dijiste que no llegabas hasta la mañana.

Dejó la mochila y las valijas y comenzó a explicarme mientras se desabrochaba la campera dejándola así en el perchero.

—Sí, bueno, copsas pasaron —Se reía— Mira, es así, mi vuelo original tenía una escala larga pero resulta que hubo problemas técnicos con el avión, así que nos desviaron a otra ciudad para hacer una escala no programada y de suerte nomás es que pude conseguir un vuelo de conexión más rápido y lo tomé para poder llegar a casa antes.

Mi ceño se frunció ligeramente mientras procesaba la información –mucho que procesar para alguien que recién despierta además la gesticulación de sus manos me distraía– Banca ¿problemas técnicos? ¿pasó algo durante el vuelo? —Dije angustiado.

—No, no te preocupes —Me agarró de la mano mientras movía la otra para explicar— Fue más un tema logístico que otra cosa. Todo estuvo bien, solo un poco de retraso y un cambio de ruta inesperado. Pero ya estoy acá sano y salvo así que quédate tranqui.

Me acurruqué un poco más cerca de él.

—Me alegra mucho que estés bien. Aunque hubiera preferido que llegaras según lo planeado así te esperaba con alguna sorpresita o algo, pero bueno, estoy feliz de tenerte de vuelta.

Enzo me sonrió y pasó un brazo alrededor de mis hombros, dejando un beso suave en mi frente.

—Tenía unas ganas de verte que no te haces idea —Me dijo mientras vi que su mirada pasaba de estar en mis ojos a estar centrada en la tele— Uy amor, ¿otra vez con esta película? ¿me tendría que preocupar de que me vayas a reemplazar por inteligencia artificial ahora? —Soltó una carcajada mientras jugaba con el control de la televisión.

—No seas boludo. Primero, es un peliculón y lo sabes, si hasta te encantó el soundtrack tanto como a mí. Segundo, no hay robot que me convenza de hacerte a un lado —Le dije al mismo tiempo que le sacaba el control de las manos y le volvía a poner play a la película.

—¿La vas a seguir viendo? ¿No tenés sueño? —Dijo mientras jugaba con mis pelos.

—¿Vos no tenés sueño? Sos vos el que vino de un viaje largo, no yo —Le retruqué.

—Todavía ando con jet lag, de hecho incluso podría decir que estoy estresado, ya sabés que no he parado en toda esta semana,pero ahora quiero estar contigo —Pausó como reflexivo— y ya sé que prácticamente no te dejé en paz con tanto mensaje y llamada pero es que, en serio, no es lo mismo hacer cosas sin que vos estés ahí.

Con una sonrisa traviesa, empujé suavemente a Enzo hacia atrás para que se recostara por completo en nuestro sofá verde. Sus labios otra vez con los míos donde cada beso daba lugar al siguiente. El roce de nuestras prendas se convirtió en un juego tentador, su solo tacto enviaba una corriente eléctrica a través de mi cuerpo, ahora completamente despierto y atento.

—Extrañaba la sensación de tu piel —Susurré entre besos— dejando un rastro de besos en su cuello y hombros.

Él se limitó a soltar pequeñas exhalaciones y gruñidos cortados, más no emitió palabra.

Haciendo un movimiento sutil, me deslicé hacia adelante para sentir la presión de su entrepierna contra mi vientre. Un estremecimiento recorrió mi cuerpo y creo que también el suyo porque me apretó contra sí. Sin embargo, noté que Enzo desvió su mirada hacia el techo, como buscando una excusa para escapar de la intensidad del momento.

Sus labios se movieron como si estuviera a punto de decir algo, pero ningún sonido salió de ellos. Un gesto de confusión cruzó mi rostro mientras seguía su mirada, intentando comprender lo que estaba pasando.

Entonces, su expresión cambió abruptamente cuando forzó su mirada en la mía, sosteniéndome los cabellos con firmeza. La intensidad en sus ojos me dejó sin aliento, y su voz resonó en la habitación con un tono tenso.

—Esto ya empieza a molestar —murmuró señalando el cinturón que llevaba puesto— Observé cómo movía su mano derecha lentamente por el cuero buscando la hebilla lentamente con sus dedos, liberándose para permitirse más movilidad.

Una sonrisa traviesa bailó en mis labios.

—Vamos a terminar de sacarte ese estrés que tenés, ¿te parece? —murmuré manteniendo mi mirada— Él asintió con una expresión de anticipación y supe que estábamos en la misma sintonía.

Su respiración cambiaba de ritmo con cada cambio de presión, y supe que estaba extasiado por el placer que le estaba brindando. Aunque él aún sostenía mis cabellos, no era para nada bruto, su mano estaba entrelazada de una manera delicada y cariñosa, dedicado a seguir mis movimientos con reverencia.

Agradecimos el inesperado cambio de escalas de avión que había permitido que Enzo llegara antes y que había permitido este momento, necesario para los dos.

Una oportunidad para reconectar después de estar separados, hasta el amanecer.

#enzo v #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic x reader #español rioplatense #fanfic #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #lsdln cast #completo #one shot #terminado #fanfiction #español #ñ #uruguay #uy #wattpad

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scribble-dribble-writes · 10 months

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Hello, how are you?, if your request is open, you could write about Miguelito who is afraid to kiss you and end up hurting you because of his fangs (little does he know what reader (she is also a spider woman, she loves him in every way mostly your animalistic or arachnid side ) a little sexual tension please, of course if you feel comfortable, thank you.

Hehehehe this was a unique ask so I had to play around with it. But I hope you like it 💖💖💖

Regresa a mí

You were swinging your way across Nueva York when you spotted him. He was gliding through the sky, his outfit making him look menacing even in daylight but for you it was the perfect time to strike. You had known him since before his days as the vigilante he was now, with his fangs and claws. When he was a genetic scientist sitting down in his cubicle given his large frame, his head would peak over the separator. You knew him well because long ago you had been his colleague, sharing pleasant smiles as you passed by each other in the corridor but the night everything changed for Miguel, it changed your life too.

You had loved him then, secretly, and when you heard of the plot his father had conspired to have him killed, you knew you had to get him to safety. So you ran, putting aside all your work and folders as the only goal that circled through your mind now was to find him.

He was there, working after hours and you breathed a sigh of relief as he sat there hunched over his computer typing in his data from today’s results.

“Miguel.”, you called for him in hushed tones as you rushed to him.

“Miguel, you need to leave now.”, you placed your hand on his shoulder, turning him to face you against his wish.

“I’ve still got work to finish.”, he said, muttering your name in frustration.

“I don’t care, you’ve got to go, your father…”, you felt a sting rise up your arm.

“Your father…”, you tried to speak but your words began to slur, the world around you began to blur. Turning your wrist, you saw a robotic spider scurry away from your arm in it’s back an empty vial which contained a liquid you knew well about. The one you had worked on, a kind of poison that affects your neuro system.

You collapsed but he had caught you in his arms, frustration now replaced with worry as his tapped your cheek, saying your name like a plea for you to tell him what was wrong. But you couldn’t, you could only watch as he winced when he got stung in the neck by a similar bug.

However, Miguel was the only one with the target on his back, you were just collateral damage. As your paralyzed form laid on the floor, you witnessed him getting dragged away, when the words you wanted to tell him died in your mouth.

You should not have survived, he shouldn’t have either but somehow he did and in turn, he had come back for you as you were gasping for air faintly, holding on for whatever reason you weren't sure of.

The memories from that night were hazy but you remembered the distinct warmth of his touch as he plugged you to a system, the concern in his eyes as he placed an oxygen mask over your face and the words, the words that you could never forget as they repeated over and over in your mind every night since then.

“regresa a mí.”, he said as he caressed your cheek and the will to live only grew stronger.

You breathed into whatever concoction he had made and it burned your lungs, the antidote shot through your system making you blackout. When you woke up, your world was different, you had powers from a mutation that had occurred, making you the first recruit to his elite society.

But now, now you were rivals. Everyday a competition to see who bests the other. You shared similar traits with him, your mutation had cause you to develop claws along with other qualities a spider person would have. He was unfortunate, to not have spider sense or the ability to climb walls, which always made you think you were better and that made him adamant to prove you otherwise.

So now as he was right above you, you pressed down on the button on your wrist to spin your web around his ankles, once secured, you yanked on it and watched as he began to fall under your control.

“Argh”, you heard him grunt with annoyance.

“Should have known I would bump into you.”, he grumbled but you could sense the smirk with which he said it.

But before you could react, he tore free from your clutches using the blades on his arm and in turn got a hold of you.

He swung through the skyscrapers as he held you onto his side, his hand resting securely on your waist. He didn’t let you go, the eyes on his mask widening upon realizing how close you were.

But time had slowed, off late he’d been wanting to thank you, for trying to save him when no one did. The world around him had begun to blur and for the first time he wanted to pause, to remove your mask and hold your face in his hand.

“Sorry Miguel, but I don’t need a romantic tour of the city.”, he heard you speak as you slipped from his hold, to fall straight into the traffic below.

“It’s not romantic.”, he yelled after you as you timed your fall, to pull up at the right time to skim over passing cars. Turning to look over your shoulders, you smiled as you spotted him following you.

“It sure felt like it.”, you laughed wanting to annoy him further.

You swung past your milestone point, a deli around the corner , it was only a few more blocks away from your checkpoint, to have won against him in this agility race once again. You propelled yourself higher as you passed through decorative steel rings just to flex on how well you knew your way around the city.

“How does it feel to lose every single day?”, you asked him only to see him use all his limbs as he chased you down, his claws scrapping against the brick façade. His muscles contracting and expanding that for a second you had forgotten about everything else.

“It's only because you’ve got an advantage, you're more agile.”, he huffed.

“So you do agree, that I’m better than you.”, your focus on the race had wavered upon hearing the defeat in his voice.

All you’ve ever craved for was to hear the sound of your name on his lips, said with an edge of pride to it, keeping up this rivalry made it fun, to get him feel flustered over you.

But while you were distracted, he had managed to gain an edge over you as he used the base of a signage to swing higher, now closer to the finish line than you were.

You let out a curse as you bit down on your lip, your weakness for him was evident. Always distracted when he entered a room, your eyes always searching for him, your heart pegged on every word he said. Your feelings were the same since that night and his were too, he didn’t regard you any differently than before and therefore what he had said was only adding to the confusion.

Why were you important to him that he wanted you back?

You weren’t going to let him win, that meant the only time he spent around you, indulging in these games would grow lesser and lesser until one day he would all together end up forgetting you.

Being held in his gaze when you frustrated him meant you lived in his thoughts, atleast for a second.

So you swung into him as his back faced you, your momentum knocking him and you to the ground as you crashed onto the roof of a hotel. Your checkpoint. He was the first to rise as you coughed, clutching your side.

The fun in the tone of his voice had vanished, now it only held worry as he said your name in hurried breaths.

“Are you hurt?”, he carried you.

“Why do you have to be so reckless?”, he fussed over you.

“Always putting yourself at risk.”, he cribbed as he checked your hands and you let him, because moments like these where the only time he got close to you.

His mask disintegrated and his face came into view, you gasped, it had been so long since you had seen the brown of his eyes, the faint cut on his forehead from when he got hurt in his lab when you were around to place a bandage over it, still remembering the smell of his shampoo as you leaned in.

Harbouring these memories seemed to be more cruel than whatever this mutation was. Because it meant you had to spend all your time around him while never getting to touch him.

“I’m fine, Miguel.”, you brushed away his hand, suddenly not feeling the mischief from before because now it had only begun to hurt.

You got up to walk away but he didn’t let you, his hand caught your wrist and you wanted to break free, to bury him in the past, to move on and yet you were tied to his life. You and him were of the same kind, the only spiders to have these odd mutations. You made sense when you were with him. You weren’t an unique entity anymore, when you stood my him, you were mirror images, sharing the same struggle and pain.

“There, you won today.”, you mumbled not wanting to look at him.

He reeled you to him, till you tumbled into his arms as he caught you, his eyes searching your masked face, annoyed that he couldn’t see you.

So in this privacy of the corner behind the maintenance area, in the cool shadow the wall cast over you both, shielding you from the city’s gaze, you felt the soft touch of his finger at the base of your neck. He fiddled with the ends of your hair that had managed to stick out, his gaze now lost as though he had dreamed of this. Your motivation to run was now forgotten, your body now comfortable in his hold because you had longed for it, for his love, even before you had both become freaks.

He hooked his index finger under the elastic of your mask and slowly peeled it away, his eyes drinking in the details of your face, the colour of your skin, the shape of your lips, the slant of your nose, the rise of your cheeks as though he was seeing you for the first time. He froze when his eyes met yours, the last time you were this close was when you telling him to go home. You looked away but he placed his fingers on your cheek, to tilt you to look at him, to hold his gaze, because in your eyes there existed a version of him, that wore a lab coat and enjoyed ordinary existence.

That’s why he couldn’t be around you, you were all he had, a connection to a past that was lost and yet you were also half of him. He had used half of his antidote on you, to safe you from the fate of the poison, to get you back. And since then he had been a coward, avoiding you or indulging in competitive play just so he could be in the periphery of your life. Because the man you had cared for didn’t exist anymore, the scientist who you worked with wasn’t him anymore.

He leaned in towards you but he caught himself. He had seen you at one of the office parties, he hid in the corner along with you and in the mesmerizing light of the mirroball, he had wanted to kiss but instead he downed his drink and looked away. Now, he turned away from you, now if he tried, he would only end up hurting you.

“I’ve never won. I’ve only lost it all.”, he said and it caught you, unsure if he was even talking of the race or the pain of the past.

You wanted to touch his cheek, pristine in this light, he looked solid and beautiful, but you held back. Your claws didn’t respond to your command yet. A small distraction and they would dig into anything you held. You couldn’t leave him with further scars. So you sighed, as you slumped in his arms, both of you caught in a silence that seemed heavy.

“regresa a mí.”, you said and his eyes flashed to yours.

“What does it mean?”, you asked even though you knew what it meant. You wanted to hear him say it, you wanted to know why he said it.

“Where did you hear it?”, he asked as he sat down with you on him.

You caught his gaze. Why were you both lying?

“You said it.”, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Maybe all this while you had gotten it wrong. He could have just said it for the sake of it and here you were being a fool.

“You still remember it?”, he gave in, giving you a bemused look.

“When it plagues my dreams, how can I not?”, you turned to see the top of the shimmering towers to hide the blush in your cheeks.

“Why did you say it?”, you asked, not wanting to wait any longer.

He tilted his head back, to rest it on the wall behind him. A sad smile spreading across his face as he began to reminisce.

“You bumped into me in the corridor and my coffee splashed all over your coat. Yet you got me a refill with your number written on the side. You could have danced away the night at that office party and yet you chose to stand by me. And that night…”, he closed his eyes as he sighed and you knew the ache he felt. It was why it felt soothing to be by his side. You shared a sadness that only in each other’s company did it have a possibility to turn into happiness.

“You could have gone home. You could have left me to my fate. Instead here you are, suffering the cost of trying to warn me.”, his eyes slowly found yours.

“Why?”, he asked softly that the tone of his voice was a dagger to your heart.

“Why did you ask for me to come back to you?”, you answered it with a question. Only if he told you the truth first.

“Because you and I are the same. We are the same kind and without you… without out you, I don’t make sense.”, he said it in an urgency almost as if it had been pent up all these years.

“Now why didn’t you go home that night?”, he held you by your shoulders.

“Why did you have to risk your life to save mine?”, he shook you and you couldn’t keep it together longer.

“I had to. I couldn’t lose you.”, you responded but he didn’t seem satisfied with it.

“No, why did you do it?”, he edged closer as though this particular question had kept him up at night.

“Because I loved you.”, your eyes were fixed on his, not wanting to shy away anymore.

“And as stupid as it sounds, I still do. You, you’re the other half of me. That catastrophic night has tied us together forever and I can’t seem to leave you behind.”, you admitted crumbling into his arms, tucking your head under his chin as if you would loved to just be frozen here.

“But it’s cruel and unfair. We’re a forbidden match.”, he whispered as he placed his lips onto the top of your head.

“Because I can’t touch you?”, you asked and felt the depth of his sigh.

“Because I can’t kiss you.”, he said.

“You’ve never tried to.”, you told him as you pushed away from him to find his gaze.

“And have you?”, he asked.

“Yes.”, you smiled sheepishly.

“Whenever you weren’t looking at me.”, you said quietly to watch his eyes soften.

He took your hands in his and slowly raised it up to his cheek as you fought his hold.

“No, Miguel, stop.”, you panicked, you could feel your claws beginning to protract. To scratch the surface of his skin but it didn’t seem to bother him.

“The trick to dealing with claws is…”, he paused, your hand secure in his as it hovered over his cheek.

“is to forget you have them.”, he said it as he held your gaze and as you calmed down, you began to forget, about the claws, about the past, about everything else. You drowned into the thick brown clay of his eyes and gasped as you felt the soft skin of his cheek under your fingers for the first time, your claws weren’t there anymore. He reveled in the warmth of your fingers as he leaned into it and you leaned closer to him.

But the closer you got, the more he froze.

“Claws aren’t the same as fangs.”, he tried to hold you away but you held both his wrists in your hands and gently pinned them to the side. He could have used his entire force to stop you but he didn’t. He didn’t, because he wanted to be proved wrong.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”, he said quietly as he closed his eyes.

“The beauty of being the same spider species is that”, you paused, to hover over his lips as he exhaled ragged breaths.

“I’m immune to your venom.”, you whispered as you kissed him and you couldn’t hold him down anymore. The moment his hands broke free, they were everywhere, in your hair, up your thighs, behind your waist.

You felt the sharp tip of his fang as your tongue traced over it and it only seemed to fuel him more. Your claws hadn’t emerged and so you sunk your hand into the ends on his hair. He picked you up, to place you on the floor to get on top of you as he never let go of your lips, he made you breathless that the moment you pulled away you gasped for air, he placed kisses on the length of your neck to run the tip of his nose under your jaw to tilt your face, to expose the underside of it to cover it with the impression of his lips.

The edges of his teeth traced the surface of your skin sending a shock through your system when you heard him hum, as your claws scratched his back, his suit protecting him from getting hurt.

“You’re the only woman for me.”, he laughed against your skin, murmuring words in spanish adoring you as he continued to let his lips roam. His hands gathering all your hair in his hands as he held you firm against his chest.

“Hmm enough talking.”, you mumbled pulling him by the width of his neck to you and that was all he needed, for his eyes to turn into slits as his lips found yours again, his tongue nudging the corner of your mouth to deepen the kiss as you forgot about the world around you.

There was no sign of tragedy here anymore.

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caostalgia · 1 year

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Aborrezco y paradójicamente me obligo a permanecer colgada de la posibilidad (cada vez más lejana, estúpida y fantasiosa) de tu regreso. Lo cierto es que no vuelves aunque el camino hacia mí lo sabes de memoria. Que no regresas porque no, no, no, no y no lo deseas.

A ratos estoy consciente de que la insistencia provoca desesperación; la desesperación, ira y la ira culmina en agresión... Pero, por mi manía insana, transito entre ellos, enloquecida -repitiendo una y otra vez- que pronto saldré de ahí.

Por más que mi persistencia se aprecie interminable -inamovible, férrea y entera- hoy, no puedo más conmigo, contigo -con nosotros-

Me rebasa todo, amor.

¿Queda aún más trastorno por descubrir? Ansiosa estoy por saberlo.

-Cinthyacabalga

#citas #notas #frases #cinthyacabalga

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kiki-de-la-petite-flaque · 8 months

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Entonces llegas tú, con ojos, con miradas, contemplándome hasta quemar mi edad y mi historia. Me regresas, me trasladas al tiempo sin números, me zambulles en el mar de sangre y cielo. Yo duermo y oficio de contemplada. Mis ojos arrojan fuego verde por los párpados cerrados. Sonrío como un pájaro que muere en medio de su canto. Me deshago en tu mirada: en tus ojos hay la seguridad y el orden, hay la creación, hay la poesía seria como una invocación a la lluvia. Habito tus ojos para guarecerme del frío y del peligro conocido. En tus ojos hay las aventuras que siempre finalizan con manos entrelazadas. Llega a mí.

Alejandra Pizarnik, Diarios

#Alejandra Pizarnik

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baul-de-frases · 2 months

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Libérate de mí, de lo que buscas y no tengo. Huíste antes de tiempo: Permanezco aquí; por si regresas, poder decirte que ya no te quiero...

Mabel

#frases #citas #notas #mabel #marzo2024 #textos #pensamientos #escritos #sentimientos #palabras #poesía #poetas #poemas #versos #letras #aforismos #en tu órbita #freestyle poético #4

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46snowfox · 2 months

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Diabolik Lovers Daylight Stella Worth Tokuten: 「Cita★sádica」 [Kino]

Titulo original: 「サディスティック★デート」

*en un centro de juegos*

Kino: Je, hay bastante gente en el juego nuevo. Ese es el juego musical del que todos hablan, ¿no? ¡Ah! ¡Mira ese juego de garra! ¡Parece complicado, que divertido! Oh, un juego empuja monedas. creo que podría esforzarme un poco en este, hace tiempo que no pruebo uno. ¡Aah! ¡¿Q-qué pasa?! No tienes que gritar, aunque los centros de juegos sean ruidosos no significa que no pueda escucharte. Oh cierto, había un juego en especial que quería probar. Pues verás, hay un juego de celular que he estado jugando recientemente y le hicieron una versión de arcade. A ver… Creo que era… ¡Es ese! *corre* ¡Este es! ¡Este es el juego que quería probar! En resumidas cuentas es un juego en donde usas magia para derrotar a tus enemigos.

Kino (1:14): Parece que es más divertido jugarlo aquí que en la aplicación. Como sea, vamos a jugar. *inserta una moneda* Oh, ¿quieres jugar? Hay un espacio libre. Entonces mira. ¡Bien! *empieza a jugar* Lo sabía, es distinto de la aplicación, aunque me tomará un rato acostumbrarlo… ¡Aunque no me costará nada!

Kino (2:02): Jeje, era obvio que iba a superar el tutorial en un parpadeo. Oye, estás exagerando, ahora empieza lo bueno, asegúrate de ver. *empieza a jugar*

*luego*

Kino (2:31): Aah… Ya llevo veinte rondas… estoy empezando a cansarme… Oye, había una máquina expendedora por aquí, ¿no? Ve a comprarme un jugo de guayaba. No sabrás si lo venden a menos que vayas a ver. Vamos, anda. *vas a buscar la máquina* Aah, continuemos. *sigue jugando*

*después*

Kino (3:14): Aún no regresa… ¿A dónde fue? La máquina está allí… Estoy sediento y cansado… Además no es bueno que ella se quede tanto tiempo sola en este lugar… ¡…! ¿A-acaso…? No, no puede haberle pasado algo… Como sea, debo buscarla— *llegas* ¡…! ¿En dónde estabas? Te esperé una eternidad. *ve lo que le das* ¿No había jugo de guayaba y saliste a comprar uno?

Kino (4:12): Eres tan fácil de leer, tu mirada te delata. Este jugo es de los que había en la máquina expendedora, ¿no? De haber comprado uno de esos habrías vuelto de inmediato. No me digas que hiciste algo sospechoso luego de comprarlo. ¿Acaso un hombre te habló y lo seguiste? No sé yo, como sea, si no eres sincera conmigo te morderé. Es de noche, pero aquí todavía hay gente que podría ver tu lado más lamentable. Es tu culpa, así que es inevitable, ¿no?

Kino (5:08): ¿Qué vas a hacer? Decide antes de que llegues al game over. ¿Eh? Entonces explícate. Está bien, ¿pero a dónde quieres ir? *empiezas a correr* ¡Ah! ¡Espérame!

*luego*

Kino (5:44): Esta es la zona del juego con garra, ¿no? ¿Qué hay aquí? Que sepas que si es un motivo absurdo te clavaré los colmillos. ¿Qué pasa con este juego? Tiene un premio que se asemeja a un pequeño cofre del tesoro… ¿Estabas jugando a esto…? ¿Querías ese juguete barato? ¿Tanto como para abandonarme? ¿Qué tiene el interior del tesoro—? P-pero si tiene kompeito… ¿Acaso querías ganarlo para mí? Aah… entiendo. Entonces debiste haber dicho eso desde un inicio. ¿Por qué te quedaste callada? Es cierto que me molesta que me hicieras esperar por esto, pero no me enojaré si haces algo por mí. Lo sabía, ocultas algo.

Kino (7:17): ¿Eh? ¡Ajajajaja! ¿Te daba vergüenza decirlo porque no conseguiste ganarlo? Que razón tan tonta. ¿Por qué te enojas? Me rio porque eres chistosa. Bueno, muévete un poco. Apuesto a que ya gastaste todas tus monedas y no quiero dejar las cosas así. Sí, buena chica. *introduce una moneda* ¿Intentabas conseguir ese de la esquina? Lo sabía, se nota que lo han movido. *juega* Ciertamente era muy difícil para ti, la garra es demasiado débil como para agarrar por completo algo.

Kino (8:29): ¿A qué viene la cara larga? No dije que esto acababa aquí. Usar la garra para agarrar todo no es el único método que existe. *introduce otra moneda* Podemos usar la garra para que sostenga una punta del cofre… ¡Mira! ¡Lo saqué! Jeje, que extraña eres, ni siquiera lo querías para ti y aun así te alegras tanto.

Kino (9:14): Y ahora vuelves a deprimirte… Que sepas que pude sacarlo fácilmente gracias a que lo moviste tras jugar varias veces. Por eso… bueno… gracias, los comeré feliz. Puede que no sea un gran agradecimiento, pero la próxima vez te acompañaré a hacer lo que tú quieras. ¡Vámonos!

#diabolik lovers #traducción al español #mi traducción #stella worth tokuten #diabolik lovers daylight #kino

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