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wileys-russo · 2 months ago

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part of the pollito universe the claw II m.león

"oye that is cheating cabrón!" you accused, mapi having moved closer over the line and rather than using her gun to shoot the lined up ducks she tipped them over by hitting them with the barrel, flipping you off and continuing anyway, besting your score as the game chimed and beeped her victory.

"victoria!" mapi hollered, tapping her card against the points machine as you watched on with a sour look and narrowed eyes. "oh pollito do not be sad. you lost to the best!" mapi cooed, pinching your cheeks as you huffed and shoved her off.

"did you bring me here just to cheat?" you asked with a raised eyebrow as the older girl snickered. "it is not cheating...if you do not get caught. venga!" her arm slid around your shoulders, guiding you across the arcade.

"i wanted to play that one! mapi!" you whined as you tried to stop at a game you'd had your eye on for awhile awaiting it to be free, only to be roughly tugged away by the back of your shirt nearly falling over in the process.

"no. i will teach you something now nena, watch." the defender instructed, having pulled you over to the ball drop machine as you sighed heavily to convey your annoyance mumbling how bossy she was which only earned you a sharp pinch to the arm in response.

"i hate when you do that. it is going to bruise now, i have sensitive skin maría!" you complained with a scowl, tenderly touching the bright red bump as the older girl rolled her eyes.

"then do not decir cosas estúpidas. and if you tell ingrid about that or about anything i show you here, i will tell alexia that you slept over at your girlfriends on friday without her tía home." mapi smirked as your face fell and your mouth formed an o.

"how did you even-" "that is for me to know, and you to not find out. we have a deal pollito?" the dirty blonde booped your nose as you sighed deeply again but nodded, not really having much choice in the matter and admittedly a little curious about what the older girl could show you here.

"perfecto. ahora mira!" mapi gestured for you to come closer as she tapped her game card to play and the machine roared to life. "now. you press the button, hope the balls bounce right and land in the hole, sí?" she explained as you nodded, not sure where this was going.

"well. this is an older game pequeña, which means-" you watched on curiously as she repeatedly smacked her fist against the button before holding it down, and your jaw dropped again as all the balls dropped perfectly and fell right into the hole without a bounce.

"perfect score." mapi winked, tapping her card again to collect her ticket points as your head whipped around to make sure no one was watching you. "how did you-" you began to ask as the girl grinned, arm again settling over your shoulder.

"oh hermana, stick with me. you will never lose a game again!" her hand smacked gently against your cheek as she pulled you over to a different more modern game, where you cranked a handle and a giant roller would spin over and over until it landed on an amount of points.

"this one, we make sure nobody is around. you keep a lookout nena!" mapi instructed, tapping her card as you grew nervous, the arcade was hardly busy in the middle of a wednesday, but there was several staff members lingering around which had you on edge.

"so, you play-" mapi used all her strength to crank the handle down sending the roller spinning frantically. "-you wait-" the blonde nodded as it began to slow.

"-you line it up-" mapi pointed out the bright orange section which represented a thousand points. "-you open, and you stop." mapis hands slowly pushed up the glass casing which was around the roller as your eyes widened, watching in shock and horror as she grabbed the roller as it was almost about to stop, gingerly spinning it a little more until the selection dial landed on the 1000 points.

"you win! victoria." the defender gloated, quickly sliding the glass cage back down as your head again whipped around and mapi barely had a chance to tap her card to collect the points before your hand wrapped around her bicep and yanked her away.

"tonta! we could get arrested because of this." you hissed with wide eyes, your apparent fear only amusing the older girl in front of you who chuckled and patted your head like a small child.

"oh pollito. we will not be arrested! look around chiqui-" hands on your shoulders spun you about. "look at them. do they look like they care? like they will lose anything if we get a few extra tickets? no!" mapi scoffed, tattooed fingers pointing out the bored looking group of employees most of whom really weren't much older than you were.

"alégrate idiota! venga." again your hand was in hers and you were dragged across the arcade once more, smiling apologetically to a mother and son who mapi nearly bowled over in her haste as you both arrived in front of an old looking machine.

"qué es esto?" you frowned, not recognizing whatever the game was as mapi slowly turned to you, features plastered with a mixture of disgust and shock.

"you do not know...space invaders?" the defender gasped, hand on her heart dramatically as you rolled your eyes, dodging the pinch which she aimed your way for the action.

"some of us are not dinosaurs, abuela." you pouted mockingly, petting her head condescendingly as she had just done to you, this time not able to dodge the punch which connected with your forearm and had you hissing.

"don't rub it like a baby! take it like a woman." mapi warned as you huffed, ignoring her and rubbing the fast forming bruise, grumbling again about your sensitive skin which fell on deaf ears.

"de todos modos. you see this machine takes coins, sí?" the girl pointed, the game in question a vintage one which only accepted tokens. "but we do not have any-" you frowned with confusion as she waved you off, rummaging around in her pocket.

"hold this, and this, and this, it is here somewhere-" mapi shoved an assortment of random things into your hands as she dug through her pockets, pulling out sunglasses, keys, a rubber band, a toothpick, a bolt, a bookmark-

"ah! perfecta." you wasted no time handing her back all of the crap she for some reason insisted on having on her person, looking suspiciously at the bread tag in her hands.

"mi papi taught me this pollito. watch!" mapi grinned wolfishly, bending down and twisting the bread tag a certain way before jamming it into the coin slot, wiggling it around for a moment and sharply pulling it back out.

"no way!" you gasped in awe as the game roared to life, sure enough giving her the standard four lives as your jaw practically hit the floor, the zaragozan only smirked, wasting no time clicking play.

"puta you said it was my turn!" you groaned a half an hour later, throwing your head back as mapi died and once again did her little breadtag trick, shoving you out of the way for the third time and grabbing the controls.

"watch your mouth." mapi warned, eyes never leaving the screen in front of her as you huffed, eyes dropping down to where the key card she'd splurged on sat in her pocket, your own having run out of money a little while ago.

"how do you win again?" you asked innocently, sure enough stealing the older girls focus enough for your light fingers to ever so gingerly slip it out of her pocket and into your hand.

"-and then once you kill the first line of aliens you-" she was still passionately explaining, eyes so trained on the screen she didn't even notice you weren't listening, too busy slinking off to find a new game to play.

your eyes lit up at a huge claw machine in the corner, both you and vicky having just gone to go see the new inside out movie you were thrilled at the assortment of plush characters from the film up for grabs.

however your excitement dulled a little seeing the claw had no rubber caps over the ends, which meant that the likelihood of it actually picking something up and holding it long enough to drop down the chute, was slim.

you mulled over your options, deciding to just give it a go anyway, even more so considering it was on mapi.

you mumbled determinedly under your breath, laser focused as you darted from either side of the machine to make sure your drops were as perfectly lined up as they could be.

however that was to no use as time and time again the claw would pick something up just long enough for your happiness to peak and then it would promptly fall right back into the pile causing you to curse and kick at the machine in frustration.

a vigorous shake of it also proved no more useful, and you stopped that idea as soon as you noticed the bright red alarm sticker plastered on the side.

with it looking like you were going to leave empty handed, your brain shifted and a new set of thoughts were unleashed, coming from the corner of your mind that everyone had always told you to ignore.

but the youngest of five and raised that there was always a solution to a problem, bar be it a creative one, you were more inclined to let your imagination run wild.

so a few minutes later that's how you found yourself half wedged into the drop chute, your hand mere centimeters away from grabbing onto embarrassment, an old shoulder injury as a kid meaning your arm easily popped in and out like it was supposed to do that.

so close, if you just stretched a little more to the left and- "pollito! sal de ahí!"

you cursed as you were caught off guard and suddenly careered forwards, smacking your forehead against the corner of the chute and slipping out, landing in an awkward heap of limbs right at mapi's feet.

you groaned in pain, clutching at your forehead and feeling something wet and sticky drip down your face. did someone spill a drink on you?

"oh mierda!" mapi's eyes widened seeing the decent split in your eyebrow and the blood trickling down your face, quickly smacking away your hand which tried to touch it and hauling you up to your feet.

"cabrón! did you pour something on me?" you accused, suddenly feeling a little woozy as the slightly taller girl helped steady you, her own face paling a little at the split which would definitely need to be glued or worse case, stitched back together.

mapi assured a few employees who quickly appeared that she would sort you out, declining their offer to call an ambulance and that she would take you to the hospital yourself, and you seemed to tune back in at that.

"hospital!?" you yelled, mapi smacking a hand over your mouth and smiling awkwardly at the older woman who was carefully placing a plaster over the cut to cover it up until you sought medical attention.

you asked why you were going but it was muffled against mapi's hand which still firmly covered your mouth, but then you noticed the drops of red which fell as the woman clumsily missed half the cut with the plaster and reached for another one.

"is that blood? my blood?" your words were again muffled against mapis hand which you yanked off and glared up at her as she winced and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

"muchas gracias." mapi quickly thanked the woman, holding back her comment about how terribly she'd bandaged up your head, and ignoring all of your questions as she guided you toward the stairs.

you tried to push her off insistent you could walk but the moment the safety of her arms left you wobbled a little and she was right back to holding you firmly as you blinked and grunted in pain, hand smacked away as again you tried to touch the cut.

"this is all your fault!" you scowled as mapi helped you into the passenger seat of her car, doing the seatbelt up for you as you huffed and puffed you weren't a child.

but all it took was the five seconds of her closing your door and making her way around to her own for you to angle the rearview mirror and get a good look at your head, pulling off the plaster with a wince.

"pollito! pon eso de nuevo. if you get blood on my car seats i will kill you!" the defender growled in warning, slipping into her seat and pushing you down into yours, fixing the bandage as you glared daggers at her.

"this is your fault maría!" "this is not my fault idiota." "you left me unsupervised!" "que? you were in the machine tonta!" "sí and i almost had the toy until you scared me!"

you glared out the window with arms crossed, suddenly feeling your heart beat in your forehead as a thick silence settled between the pair of you, mapi maybe speeding just a little as she booked it toward the hospital and silently prepped herself for the calls she would need to make once you all arrived.

"oye look on the bright side pollito." "que? my eyebrow just grew back!" you growled, groaning both in annoyance and pain as your eyes closed.

"um, well ehhh...at least you will have a cool scar?"

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una-chica-solitaria-mas-blog · 2 years ago

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Recuerdos de un amor efímero

Te acuerdas cuando me dijiste que nunca más estaría sola, porque tú estarías conmigo?

Porque yo recuerdo que me empecé a sentir sola cada que te tenía conmigo y no me explico cómo es que estando tan cerca, nos encontrábamos tan lejos emocionalmente.

Ya pasó más de 1 año y sigo pensando en cómo es que nos pudimos decir "te amo" si cuando más mal estábamos, nos dábamos la espalda.

Definitivamente, este es el amor que no quiero recordar que alguna vez sentí.

Porque yo me empecé a odiar cuando te conocí y dije amarte por no querer amarme primero a mí.

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stuckwthem · 10 months ago

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in the world of boys, he's a gentleman. | enzo v.

summary: después de verte perder el tiempo con otros tipos, tu mejor amigo tiene algunas cosas que confesarte. puro fluff.

nunca pensaste que ir con vestido en una bici fuera una experiencia tan emocionante, pero ahí estabas, agarrada al cuerpo de enzo e intentando mantener el equilibrio en la parte trasera de su bicicleta mientras reías como una loca.

para ponerlo en contexto, enzo era tu mejor amigo hacía algún tiempo, desde que habías alquilado una habitación en su piso a dos años, por lo que la convivencia se convirtió inevitablemente en una genuina amistad. de vez en cuando, su mejor amigo y compañero de piso era también su superhéroe. ya fuera leyéndole el pensamiento cuando se moría de hambre y no quería cocinar, o llegando siempre a casa con sus dulces favoritos, o salvándole de emboscadas.

cuando antes llegaron sus mensajes al móvil de enzo, quejándose de una cita que iba de mal en peor con un tipo un poco arrogante, no dudó en levantarse y subirse a su bici para recogerla. la sola idea de imaginarte en una cita con un tipo horrible, y peor aún, un tipo que no era él, le ponía nervioso, así que ahora te encontrabas en esa situación tan improbable pero completamente cómica. no te había dado opción.

"no puedo creer que haya hecho eso", dijiste, estallando en risas, que enzo correspondió negando con la cabeza. "¡imagínate su cara cuando vuelva a la mesa!".

"lo siento mucho por él", responde enzo con ironía y una sonrisa que indica que no, que no se arrepiente de habérsela robado.

"apuesto a que sí", apoyando la cabeza en la espalda de el moreno, respondiste en el mismo tono. su cuerpo está caliente y un poco sudado, pero su aroma es bueno y familiar.

enzo conducía la bici calle abajo, mientras tú te sujetabas rodeando su cintura con los brazos, la brisa nocturna los envolvía. el silencio se hizo un momento antes de que decidieras romperlo.

"enzo, en serio, no tenías que hacer eso. ya iba a estar bien. iba a durar unos minutos más".

se rió, lanzándote una mirada esquinada. "bueno, a juzgar por tu desesperación en los mensajes, diría que 'bien' es una palabra bastante generosa".

bufaste, fingiendo indignación. "lo estaba dramatizando un poco, ve".

"lo sé, lo sé. pero, sinceramente, no podía dejar que mi amiga pasara una noche horrible con un tipo idiota. después de todo, ¿quién más va a aguantar mis estúpidas bromas?"

"oh, ¿para eso estoy yo? ¿una compañera que tolere tus bromas?".

enzo sonrió, divertido. "entre otras cosas, claro. pero en serio, no iba a dejar que te salieras con la tuya una vez más".

puso los ojos en blanco como ofendida, pero no pudo contener una sonrisa.

"¿a dónde quieres ir?" preguntó de repente, dejándote un poco confundida.

"creía que íbamos a casa", te encogiste de hombros.

"¡no puedo dejar que te vayas a casa tan arreglada sin haber tenido una cita decente!". exclama enzo, girando ligeramente la cabeza, lo que te permite ver su expresión indignada.

procesas lo que acaba de decir y sientes que el corazón te da un vuelco. estaba suponiendo cosas o...

"¿así que vamos a tener una cita?", es tu réplica automática, y entonces, tratando de disfrazar, te aclaras la garganta, preocupada por estar leyendo las líneas equivocadas.

quizá, además de compañero de piso, mejor amigo y superhéroe ocasional, enzo era también un pequeño flechazo tuyo. uno que habías intentado olvidar a base de citas terribles que siempre te devolvían a la casilla de salida: enzo. enzo, que te compró tu helado favorito cuando te dieron una patada en el culo cuando os conocisteis, aunque nunca le hablaste directamente de tu sabor favorito. enzo, que siempre te esperaba en casa con una sesión de cine y una manta calentita. enzo, que siempre escuchaba todo lo que decías. enzo, que era tu punto débil.

"si quieres llamarlo así, tendremos una cita, sí", dice, e involuntariamente tus manos se aprietan alrededor de su cintura.

tras unos minutos pedaleando por las tranquilas calles, te das cuenta de la ruta conocida, la de todos los días. puede que enzo haya cambiado de opinión. realmente estabais de camino a casa y todas tus expectativas se habían venido abajo. hasta que, lentamente, se detiene, y lo siguiente que sabe es que están frente a una pizzería de la esquina. la misma pizzería nueva que había abierto hacía unos días cerca de su casa y de la que no paraba de hablarle a enzo.

"¿pizza?", pregunta como si esperara tu aprobación.”

enzo te tiende la mano para que te bajes de la bicicleta y él te acompaña en seguida. es curioso cómo contrastas, mientras el mayor lleva ropa casual y sencilla, tú vas arreglada con ese estúpido vestido. dentro de tu cabeza, maldices el momento en que aceptaste salir con ese idiota de antes. realmente no se merecía todas tus joyas, pero enzo, uau. realmente parecía estudiar cada parte de ti y admirar cada aspecto. desde la forma más inocente en que algunos hilos sueltos de tu moño desordenado enmarcaban tu cara hasta la forma más indecente en que se fijaba en lo bonitas que te quedaban las piernas con aquel vestido ajustado.

los dos tuvisteis que sentaros fuera, ya que dentro estaba lleno, y cuando te sentaste en la pequeña mesa de la acera frente a enzo, tu mejor amigo dejó escapar un largo suspiro mientras te miraba fijamente. un suspiro que decía: por fin.

"pero para serte sincera ahora, no sabes el alivio que supuso verte fuera de aquel restaurante", confesaste, con una risa ligera y sincera.

"¿tan mal estaba el clima?", preguntó el chico con expresión incrédula.

"¡simplemente no había humor! el tipo no paraba de hablar de las lecciones de vida que aprendió cuando su papá dejó de darle dinero durante un mes, o de cómo no debía sentirme especial si me llevaba a su piso después de cenar. y acabábamos de llegar!", exclamaste asombrada a enzo, que de repente parecía serio. demasiado serio. "¡no me ha hecho ni una sola pregunta en 45 minutos!".

"¡qué imbécil!", murmuró el moreno, poniendo los ojos en blanco. la mirada de enzo se apartó de ti por un momento, siguiendo su propia mano mientras jugueteaba con las salsas y arrancaba trozos de servilleta de la mesa. "¿por qué sigues saliendo con tipos así?".

preguntó, sin mirarte aún, y de repente la sangre te hirvió, subiéndote a la cabeza. respiraste hondo, sintiendo que una punzada de decepción te golpeaba el pecho, sin creerte lo que enzo acababa de decir.

"¿estás insinuando que es culpa mía? soy responsable de que los hombres sean totalmente egoístas y..." cierras los ojos, colocando involuntariamente la mano contra tu propio pecho. indignada.

"¡no! no es eso a lo que me refería, mi vida". enzo levantó la cabeza rápidamente, encontrándose con tu mirada, dolida y traicionada.

se sintió como un completo idiota, desesperado por la forma en que le mirabas, sin saber muy bien cómo dar marcha atrás. se irguió en su silla, inclinándose sobre la mesa para alcanzar tu mano, listo para defenderse cuando un camarero se detuvo justo a su lado.

"¡buenas noches, parejita! ¿qué les sirvo?", preguntó el hombre, con un tono amable y alegre, en contraste con los ánimos encendidos en la mesa.

te reíste irónicamente de la confusión del camarero, algo habitual cada vez que salías juntos, y te cruzaste de brazos, alejándote de enzo.

"ahm, hola", se rascó la nuca desconcertado, y entonces se dio cuenta de que ni siquiera había mirado el menú. tanteó las hojas, no sabía qué pedir y de repente parecía perdido.

"dos pedazos de marguerita, de la opción vegana, por favor", tu dije, enderezándose. "y una coca-cola, con limón, para él".

enzo te mira ansioso mientras el hombre toma su pedido, su pierna colgando bajo la mesa, rozando la tuya sin darse cuenta. el contacto hace que todo tu cuerpo se estremezca, pero sigues sin mirarle. el camarero se retira de la mesa y anuncia que te servirá en breve.

"mira, no digo que sea culpa tuya. en absoluto, chiquita", dice, con voz grave y tono preocupado. te miras las uñas, haciéndote la indiferente. un poco dramática.

enzo suspira y junta su rodilla a la tuya. entrecierras los ojos, indiferente, mientras él se humedece los labios como si tratara de encontrar las palabras en la punta de la lengua.

"estoy intentando decirte que te mereces algo mejor que estos tíos. tú lo sabes, yo lo sé." la forma en que conduce lo que dice es lenta y cuidadosa, continúa. "te mereces a alguien que realmente te aprecie, que vea todas las cosas increíbles que yo veo en ti. estos tipos que ves claramente no ven a la increíble persona que tienen delante y pierden por completo la oportunidad de conocer a la mejor persona que podrían tener en la vida."

sus ojos se elevan automáticamente al oír lo que dice, y sus pulmones parecen no realizar su acción rutinaria. su labio tiembla nervioso. se le acumulan las lágrimas en la comisura de los ojos, porque tiene que decirse a sí misma que sólo lo dice porque quiere su bien, porque es lo que diría un mejor amigo. y tienes que luchar con todas esas palabras antes de irte a dormir, tragándote todos tus sentimientos.

"sabes, eres amable, increíblemente inteligente, aunque sigas pensando que puedes ganarme jugando al mortal kombat apretando todos los botones a la vez". enzo continúa, suavizando su sermón, haciéndola reír por lo bajo. "eres divertida, talentosa, real. linda."

sin poder resistirte más, vuelves a encontrarte con la mirada del moreno, que te dedica una pequeña sonrisa al notar que te rindes poco a poco.

"por no hablar de tu paciencia, sobre todo cuando decido cocinar y dejar la cocina como un campo de batalla"

esta vez no puedes contener la sonrisa que se extiende por tu cara, recordando la última vez que enzo había intentado preparar la comida. realmente, una negación para la cocina.

"como cocinero, eres un gran actor", murmuras, lo que hace que enzo se ría y aproveche el espacio que le estás dejando.

"y cuando tienes esos estallidos creativos, escribiendo o creando tus propias recetas. es fascinante ver tu mente en acción, y siempre me pregunto cómo alguien puede ser tan... única. cómo iluminas allá donde vas, cómo haces que las cosas parezcan mucho más fáciles cuando estás cerca y...".

enzo parece estar en medio de un gran descubrimiento. se ríe para sí mismo, sacudiendo la cabeza, como si se arrepintiera de haber dicho todo eso y sus cejas se levantan, casi en un gesto de desesperación.

"ya lo tengo", dices, un poco tímida. tus mejillas se calientan y de repente te sientes como una adolescente.

"de todos modos, supongo que lo que intento decir es que eres una persona apasionante". enzo parece ceder, y su cuerpo se ablanda en la silla. "y cualquiera que no vea eso no merece estar contigo".

su respiración sale como si alguien acabara de darle un puñetazo en el estómago. tus manos corren por la mesa, buscando las suyas, que te agarran los dedos con suavidad. no decís nada durante un largo rato, durante el cual vuelve el camarero y os sirve en completo silencio.

su confesión da a la atmósfera otro tipo de tensión. antes de que pudiera responder, enzo desvió la mirada, como si intentara escapar de la intensidad de la situación.

"¿sabes qué? olvida lo que he dicho. disfrutemos de la cena y olvidemos que he dicho todo eso. ¿qué soy yo? ¿shakespeare? ¿don juan?", bromeó, tratando de aligerar la situación gesticulando exageradamente. él da un sorbo a su coca-cola, disimulando su desesperación.

"enzo", su nombre en los labios sale como una súplica. todo le golpea a la vez. la conciencia de sus sentimientos, la conciencia de los tuyos. menea la cabeza negativamente y te suelta la mano.

"está bien, no tienes que intentar consolarme y decirme que somos amigos, lo sé. lo he aceptado". enzo se precipita, pasándose las manos por el pelo, nervioso.

"enzo", le dices, más firme ahora. "¿por qué no me lo dijiste antes? ¿por qué no me llevaste a una cita antes?".

parece ahogarse en su propia respiración, con las narinas inflamadas y el pecho subiendo y bajando rápidamente. enzo te mira con una mezcla de sorpresa e incredulidad. sus ojos buscan los tuyos, como si tratara de leer tu expresión y comprender si aquellas palabras eran reales. ¿cómo puede alguien conocerte tan bien y no tener ni puta idea?

"porque yo... no sabía cómo. siempre fue más fácil ser tu amigo. quedarme en la comodidad de no arriesgar demasiado. no sentir el rechazo. llevarte a una cita parecía cruzar alguna línea invisible, y tenía miedo de estropearlo todo".

escondió la cara entre las manos, riéndose para sus adentros. enzo parecía al punto del colapso, asustado. nunca le habías visto así. te levantaste rápidamente, sentándose en la silla junto a él, tocando tranquilamente sus muñecas.

"qué estúpido eres", afirmas, riendo. él te mira con expresión ofendida y confusa. "¿de verdad no te has dado cuenta en todo este tiempo?".

la cara de tu mejor amigo se llena de algo parecido a expectación y espanto. esperando el golpe fatal en cualquier momento.

"espera, quieres decir que... que tú...", empieza a balbucear, pero tú le interrumpes con una sonrisa.

"sí, enzo. yo también" tu confesión hace que su rostro se ilumine y luego se sonroje. ¿de verdad tenía 30 años? porque le estabas haciendo sentir como un niño.

"nunca pensé...", murmura, y tú completas la frase.

"¿que yo pudiera sentir lo mismo? pues ahora ya lo sabes. era obvio". te ríes, acercándote un poco más a él. "¿cómo podría no enamorarme de ti?".

enzo siente tu susurro en los labios, provocándole escalofríos. su cálido aliento se mezcla con el de él, la incertidumbre se cierne entre ellos, un territorio desconocido por atravesar. la mirada de enzo examina su rostro, buscando cualquier rastro de indecisión, pero no lo encuentra, y entonces sus ojos bajan hasta la boca su boca.

"si me dejases mostrarte todo esto antes", susurra él también, mientras una de sus manos, grande y cálida, se posa en su muslo, bajo la fina tela de su vestido, y la otra descansa detrás del respaldo de su silla.

"todavía estás a tiempo"

y con su confesión, es como si perdiera el control. sus pupilas, más oscuras y dilatadas ahora, son lo último que ve antes de sentir unos labios suaves contra los suyos. se te corta la respiración de golpe y una descarga recorre tu cuerpo, desconectando todo tu sistema nervioso durante milisegundos. te besa con ansia, como si recompensara todas las demás oportunidades que había perdido. la mano detrás de tu hombro se mueve rápidamente hacia tu nuca y se te escapa un jadeo. su boca tiene un gusto dulce, a cola y limón mezclados con su propio sabor.

enzo apenas puede contenerse, el resto del mundo deja de existir cuando tu lengua pasa por sus labios, como pidiendo permiso, y casi pone los ojos en blanco ante la sensación. dios, cómo había soñado con eso. lo había repetido en su mente un millón de veces y luego se había culpado por aquello. se sacudió los pensamientos cuando sintió los dedos de ella recorriendo su cuero cabelludo, mientras su otra mano le acariciaba suavemente la mejilla. como si un tornado de emociones no estuviera sucediendo en su interior en ese momento. todo lo que había pasado hasta entonces hacía que este momento valiera la pena.

después de casi cinco minutos, el mundo real parece volver, al igual que la necesidad de oxígeno, inútil, en la percepción de enzo. los sonidos de la calle vuelven a resonar en sus oídos, todo vuelve a tener sentido poco a poco. el mundo deja de girar mientras os miráis con amplias y tontas sonrisas en los rostros. se lleva el dedo a la comisura de los labios de enzo, limpiando con cuidado los restos de carmín. le dan ganas de arruinar el resto que queda en sus labios bien delineados.

"entonces, ¿qué hacemos ahora?", preguntas, todavía un poco sin fuerzas, intentando no reírte. la sensación de besar a tu mejor amigo, algo que se te había pasado por la cabeza un millón de veces antes, parecía lejana. de hecho, era algo mucho mejor de lo que podría haber soñado.

"supongo que podríamos empezar con una primera cita", sugiere enzo, fingiendo cierta despreocupación, sacudiendo los hombros. sus dedos se pasean por su cara, apartando algunos hilos de cabello sobre sus ojos. es tan dulce y tranquilo que quieres atesorar sólo ese momento entre todos los demás.

durante el resto de la noche, comes esa pizza fría como si fuera la mejor que has comido en la vida. el resto de la cena se desarrolla con naturalidad, con ligereza, con besos y suspiros, conversaciones y confesiones, como todo lo que necesitabas. como si todo estuviera por fin en su lugar. una alineación milenaria. era tan fácil estar allí, junto a él, sin necesidad de máscaras ni disfraces, estar frente a él era poder verse de adentro hacia afuera. sin ocultar nada, sin ningún deseo de huir. completamente inmersos el uno en el otro. era como soñar medio despierta.

era lo perfecto, simplemente. había incertezas, guardadas para un futuro lejano, era aterrorizante perder esa conexión que tenían. mas tal vez no fue la manera mas correcta, tal vez fue imprevisto y completamente caótico, pero fue la mejor y última primera cita de su vida.

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hola! :)

español no es mi primer idioma (que es el portugués), así que ¡perdónenme los errores!

si quieres, hazme asks para fics con el cast de lsdln <3

#enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic fluff #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader

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fairytsuk1 · 5 months ago

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alexis would actually be a protective bf

protective bf alex ...

I KNOW RIGHT. he is so protective of you it's insane. i think he doesn’t come out about your relationship solely because he's so protective of you. like that man does not play about you!!

he definitely isn't comfortable leaving you alone with other streamers. it's not you, it's them! he doesn't know their intentions or what they're thinking but he won't stand for it.

"everyone knows you're this sexy, smart, funny woman and i don't trust them not to be little freaks towards you," he grumbles with his face in your neck.

"aren't some of these people supposed to be your friends, 'lex?"

"...you shouldn't change subjects when i'm talking, you know!"

i think this also falls a bit into his casual dominance. he just really wants to take care of you by any means possible. he walks on the sidewalk side closest to the street. he lets you go ahead of him in line so he can be your bodyguard behind you. he always keeps an eye on your drink even when you aren't!

it's not even that he's perfect, but he's too hard on himself and cares too much about you to let even the slightest bad thing happen.

"how come you do all these things, alex? like," you cuddle closer to him. "you're just so sweet and caring for me, you know?"

"ya sabes que estoy enamorado de ti y quiero hacer cualquier cosa para hacerte feliz. no hagas preguntas estúpidas, mi amor."

#quackity imagine #quackity scenario #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity fanfic #quackityhq x reader #quackity fluff

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malkaviian · 2 years ago

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dato random pero a luca, además de no gustarle phoenix, tampoco le gustó chase para NADA. bueno, era una mezcla de que lo intimidaba y le chocaba, pero además le preocupaba de que jayce no es de fumar y lo hacía cuando estaba con él kjdsnfjnjd el nene no quería que su bff se volviera adicto 😔

#oc talk #como respuesta chase le tiraba el humo en la cara y le sonreía de manera arrogante y estúpida (¿#cuando terminaron se alegró (más que nada porque a jayce también le chupaba un huevo y no sufría ni ahí xd no se va a alegrar si lo ve mal)#y aunque le quería decir varias cosas porque estaba modo mamá no lo hizo #y sólo le dijo que si estaba con alguien que por favor no tomara sus malos hábitos(¿ porque no quiere que termine mal 🥺#claro jayce es un adulto y hace lo que quiere pero como dije se puso modo mami y lo quería proteger (¿#así que nada; otro personaje con el que chase tiene beef; aunque este es muchísimo más lowkey que con finnley lol #(aunque no sé si diría exactamente que hay beef de su lado?? no más trata de echarle la culpa a finnley de su 'rompimiento'#pero la verdad no está resentido como sí lo está finn con él. diría quizás un poco más dolido y le gustaría que todo fuera como antes #pero eso ni es algo que va a admitir ni es algo que tenía que ver con el post)

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judebelle · 1 year ago

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Hey I have a gavi request with him getting glasses, and he's all pouty abt it and its just pure fluff

i'm not cute, i'm sexy! - p.g. x reader

a/n : this req is so cutsie wtf

cw : js super fluffy

pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader

wc : 800 (sorry this is short lol)

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you were sat in the passenger seat of the car, fingers swiping over your phone screen. you had been waiting for around 15 minutes for your boyfriend to come out of the glasses store.

pablo had went to the optometrist about a week ago for a check up, and also because he was having trouble seeing things from far away.

he was told that he needed glasses, and boy was pablo upset. he liked how he looked and was worried that glasses would make him look like a “nerd”.

you reassured him and told him that that wasn’t true. you tried to tell him he would look handsome with and without them.

he also needed to pick up contacts since he can’t wear glasses during training and games. but the optometrist told him to only wear them when he wasn't able to wear his glasses.

he was all quiet during the drive to the store. whenever he was in a bad mood, he would usually blast his music. you thought hell had frozen over when the whole car ride was silent.

finally after a few more minutes of waiting, pablo walked out of the shop with a paper bag in his hand. he wasn’t wearing any glasses walking out of the store, so you assumed they were in the bag.

he finally reached the car and opened the door before sitting in the drivers seat. he turned to you with a sigh. “i hate my life.”

you giggled at his dramatics. “put them on, i wanna see.” you bit your lip in anticipation.

“i would but… i’m.. hungry. what do you wanna eat?”

your eyebrows furrowed. what did hunger have to do with his glasses? “stop with the excuses, pablo.” your hand grasped his bicep. “i wanna seeee!” you whined.

your begging had finally convinced mr. stubborn to give in. “fine.”

you squealed in excitement and planted a kiss on his cheek. he fished through the bad and pulled out a leather glasses case.

he turned over to face the window away from you as he put them on. “don’t laugh!”

“i wont, i promise. just turn!”

he slowly turned over with his head looking down at his lap. after a deep breath, he looked up at you.

he had picked out clear full rimmed glasses. they sat low on his nose before he pushed them up gently with his finger. a rosy blush crept up on his cheeks while he tried to bite back his embarrassed smile.

you smiled softly to ease pablo's nerves.

“you look good baby! they look.. cute.”

pablo’s is smiled dropped at your choice of words. “cute?”

you nodded before pushing the front of his hair back admiringly.

“i’m not cute, i’m sexy! this isn’t fair!” he complained before his hands dropped into his lap hopelessly. “my life is over.”

this man.

you laughed at his overdramatic reaction. “you still look sexy, pablito, but you also look cute! there’s nothing wrong with that.” you hand cupped his jaw, thumb stroking his cheek before you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek in hopes of cheering him up.

he still didn’t listen to your reassurances. i told you he was stubborn.

he pouted and turned the key in the ignition. “let’s just go get some food.”

you two had driven off to a drive through to get some wraps and sandwiches. pablo pulled up to the speaker and told the employee both of your orders' since you visited here often. .

as he spoke, his glasses would slide down his nose, so he would have to keep pushing them up. he looked adorable, you couldn’t lie.

once you drove up to the window to pick up the food, pablo let out hushed curses at his glasses while he pushed them up his nose aggressively. “¡estas cosas estúpidas no se quedarán despiertas, dios!” (these stupid things won’t stay up, god!)

you chuckled at his frustration before the drive through window opened, the lady handing him your food.

you thanked her and drove off. after continuing to push up the glasses, pablo gave up and took them off. “i can’t do this, seriously.” you turned to him with wide eyes. “not on the road, pablo! put them back on!”

he, once again, didn’t listen to you and kept driving. his eyes kept squinting at different street signs and lights.

it took him almost hitting a squirrel for him to give up and put them back on with a angry huff.

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you two had finally reached home. you plated your food and sat at the dining table. you sat across from pablo. his mood had eventually fixed itself as he ate. he must’ve been really hungry.

he was speaking passionately, excited to tell you a story. the whole duration of lunch pablo had kept pushing his glasses up his nose, but he had become accustomed to it now.

“i told pedro to call me later about it, because i dont want him doing anything stup-“

his words were cut short when his glasses finally slid off his face and into the sandwich on his plate, right into a puddle sauce.

you couldn’t help but laugh loudly at your boyfriend who was left pouting and staring at his plate and new mortal enemy.

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mochimoqa · 7 months ago

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Hiii I just recently hurt myself accidentally while cooking 😭 so can I request how would you write any of the Moon Boys comforting the reader who feels insecure of scars or marks on their body. Would appreciate it a lot 💗

Hello, anon!

I'm so sorry that you hurt yourself :(

But nothing like a good moon boys x reader will fix that :]

WARNING: Some cursing and Intense Fluff 🤭

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"OW- Fucking shit-" Y/n screamed at the pain of extreme heat touching their skin. You turned off the stove and went to the restroom to grab your mini med kit.

"Son of a b—" You mumbled to yourself.

You've gotten hurt plenty of times. Either from cooking, activities, etc. You've gotten insecure over the years because of the scars and marks from different activities.

The one time where you were frying chicken and the hot oil splutter on your skin. Leaving some marks on you.

You turned on the cold water from your sink and let the burn somewhat fix the burn.

You sat on the floor and opened the med kit. The irritation of your skin was a bit bad. You grabbed some aloe gel and gently placed it on your burn.

"Ow-" You winced at the pain.

While you were doing this treatment, you heard a knock at the door.

Keys jangling and swung open the door.

"Love, I'm home!"

Oh, goodie! Steven's here.

"Ah, shit-" You panicked and quickly hid the medical supplies.

"Love? Y/n! Where are you?" He was pacing around the house til he found you in the bathroom.

You were covering your hand behind your back.

"Ah, there you are! Marc, Jake and I started to become a little worried there." He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.

"No, no, I'm always here, baby." You chuckled nervously.

Steven cupped your face and looked into your eyes. God, his cute dark eyes always get to you.

"I feel like you're hiding something..."

Your eyes widened slightly and chuckled nervously.

"What? No-"

He squeezes your face a bit tight.

You instantly knew that this wasn't Steven anymore and it was Marc. Steven was the more gentle of the boys.

"Y/n, I know you're lying to me."

"I- no, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are."

Shit, you've been caught red-handed. (No pun intended.)

"Okay, fine. You got me." You put your burned hand in front of him.

"I burned myself while cooking..."

God, this was so embarrassing to you. You've had too many scars and marks on yourself, you thought for sure they were gonna leave you.

"The burn doesn't look too bad." He grabbed your hand and examined the injury.

"Huh? You- You're not gonna leave me?"

His eyes shot up to you.

"Why would I ever wanna do that?"

"I- because of all of the scars and marks I have on my body... you don't think it's embarrassing?"

"No?"

Marc paused for a moment and seeming zoned out. He was probably talking to Steven and Jake.

"Steven said that he would never leave you."

He looked at your wound and paused again.

"Jake said that he would be stupid to even do that."

You chuckled lightly at their responses.

"Really?" You sighed and leaned against the sink.

"Mhm, and I agree with the both of 'em. You're literally too good to be true, Y/n. Sometimes me and the boys don't even know of how lucky we are to have you."

"But what about my scars?–"

"The scars don't matter. We love you with or without any scars or marks."

He paused again.

"Jake wants to take control to get rid of that stupid stuff you said about yourself."

You sighed, "Alright, bring him out..."

You felt your hand being squeezed.

"Hola, mi amor." (Hey, my love.) He kissed your hand.

You smiled lightly. "Hey, baby."

"So, what in the wrong fucking mindset are you even in?"

"Uh, I don’t know... I just thought that the three of you were gonna leave me and—"

"Esa es la cosa más estúpida que he oído jamás". (That is the most stupidest thing I have ever heard.)

"I know..."

"Cariño, we will love you til the end."

"Thank you, baby... thank you to the three of you..."

"No hay problema, bebé. (No problem, baby.)

"Want me to fix you up?"

You nodded. "That would be wonderful..."

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this! I absolutely love writing Fluff so this was by far the most exciting story to work on!

Also, very sorry for not posting sooner I had a lot of exams so I didn't have time to post this story!

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