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kiss-me-muchoo · 3 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tenés que estar bromeando,” he says laughing.

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

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

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

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

“Si, tenés razón quizá”

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

“Bueno está bien, lo acepto”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“De verdad… ¿Tú crees?”

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

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

“Hay que hacer una carnita asada” Fran laughs.

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

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

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

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

Maybe he felt the same.

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gracias…”

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

No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas

Ni contemplarlas sabiamente

Quiero que me trates suavemente

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

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

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

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

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

I like him…

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

Te comportas de acuerdo

Con lo que te dicta, cada momento

Y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico

Es más bien algo enfermo…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Entiendo…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

“Se quiso ir antes…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Podemos arreglarlo…” he finally says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nashcrow · 6 months

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Dibuje un Bobby, por que puta que extraño al pinche patas de cheto ;-;

Siempre me imagine a Bobby fisicamente igual a Jaiden, en cambio en personalidad se parece más al Tripón, quise hacerlo lo mas parecido a Jaiden, asi que utilice de referencia el modelo Vtuber de Jaiden para hacer la chaqueta, y también le hice los ojos morados :]

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I drew a Bobby, because I fucking miss the fucking Patas de cheto ;-;

I always imagined Bobby physically like Jaiden, but in personality he looks more like Roier, I wanted to make him as similar as possible to Jaiden, so I used Jaiden's Vtuber model as a reference to make the jacket, and I also made the purple eyes :]

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp bobby #bobby qsmp #digital art #my art #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier

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merao-mariposa · 1 month

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Chef Missa x Shapeshifter-Crow Phil AU.

(Just hear me out)

Missa is a single father looking to be a professional chef, moving to France to work in his idol's restaurant. He takes his daughter, takes his suitcases and moves to Paris, France to fulfill his dreams.

Phil is an ex-fighter who needs a change and get away from everything after a dramatic event (no spoiler) so when he receives an invitation from his brother in arms, Etoiles, to stay with him in France for a while he does not hesitate to accept.

His son Chayanne has trouble adjusting to his new life due to his selective mutism, fortunately Tallulah (Not tula) and Chayanne become friends at school.

Pissa basically know each other through their children.

Time skip to Tallulah finding out that Chayanne likes cooking, and it just so happens that his dad is el mejor chef del mundo! (She says) Missa starts giving cooking classes to Chayanne (it has nothing to do with him wanting to get closer to Phil, nope, absolutely not, he could never ever thought about that, he only does it because he cares about Chay//and his father)

Missa tries to play it cool and suave for Phil which leads to a lot of silly cartoon situations.

Missa and Phil get distracted by cooking, more smoke than normal starts coming out but they are so caught up in their flirting that they don't notice. Missa: Is it hotter here or is it just me?? Phil laughs, looks into his eyes, into his lips and back into his eyes, and slowly approaches, so slowly and Missa's heart almost sto- Until suddenly a blast of dry ice hits them rigth in their faces. Chayanne came back from whatever he was going to do, and found a tower of smoke! What happened!? …Neither Phil nor Missa can answer that. A bit because they are covered in dry ice and another bit because no mames, what a shame.

Jump to Missa, he's feeling homesick and unsure of his abilities. Tallulah has a fever and Missa is too worried.

The cooking classes stop for a few days.

Until a crow suddenly crosses through his window. That should scare him, his daughter is sick! And crows don't exactly prophesy health.

But he doesn't find himself able to chase away the creature that looks almost as worried as Missas feels. If crows had faces he would say that he frowns when he sees the girl. This crow seems to be really used to humans or something because he allows himself to be petted by Tallulah as if he were a cat, his feathers fluff up and rumble as if he were almost purring in his daughter's hands, her tired face lights up cuz of something that It's not the fever.

He decides to leave them alone.

Since that day the crow visits them more often almost like a family pet, he always comes and goes at night and always seems to be there when they need him most.

(Abajo esta en español, no worries my friends)

Missa es un padre soltero que busca ser chef profesional y se muda a Francia para trabajar en el restaurante de su ídolo. Toma a su hija, toma sus maletas y llega a París, Francia para cumplir su sueño.

Phil es un ex-peleador que necesita un cambio y alejarse de todo tras un susceso dramático (no spoiler) por lo que cuando recibe una invitado de su hermano de armas, Etoiles, para quedarse con el en Francia durante un tiempo no duda en aceptar.

Su hijo Chayanne tiene problemas para adaptarse al colegio y su nueva vida por su mutismo selectivo, afortunadamente Tallulah (no tula) y Chayanne se hacen amigos en la escuela.

Básicamente se conocen a través de sus hijos.

Salto de tiempo a que Tallulah se entere de que a Chayanne le gusta cocinar, y da la casualidad de que su papá es el mejor chef del mundo! (Dice ella) Missa empieza darle clases de cocina a Chayanne (no tiene nada que ver que quiera acercarse a su padre, nop, en definitiva y absolutamente nunca pensó en eso, solo lo hace porque le cae bien el niño //y su padre)

Missa trata de jugarlo cool y suave para Phil lo que lleva a un montón de situaciones tontas de caricatura. Missa y Phil se distraen cocinando, empieza salir más humo de lo normal pero ellos están tan atrapados en su coqueteo que no se dan cuenta. Missa: hace más calor aquí o soy solo yo? Phil se ríe, lo mira a los ojo, a los labios y devuelta a los ojos, y se va acercando lentamente, tan lento y el corazón de Missa casi se detien- Hasta que una ráfaga de hielo seco los golpea de lleno en la cara. Chayanne regresó de lo que sea que fue a hacer, volvió y encontró una enorme torre de humo! Qué pasó?! …Ni Phil ni Missa pueden responder a eso. Un poco porque están cubiertos de hielo seco y otro poco porque no mames que vergüenza.

Salto a Missa, tiempo despues, se siente nostálgico e inseguro de sus habilidades, para peor Tallulah tiene fiebre y Missa está demasiado preocupado.

Las clases de cocina paran durante algunos dias.

Hasta que un cuervo se mete por su ventana. Eso debería asustarlo, su hija está enferma! Y los cuervos no profetizan la salud exactamente.

Pero no se encuentra a si mismo capaz de echar a la criatura que se ve casi tan preocupado como el, si los cuervos tuvieran cara diría que tiene el ceño fruncido cuando ve a la niña. Este cuervo parece estar realmente acostumbrado a los humanos o algo así porque se deja acariciar por Tallulah como si fuera un gato, sus plumas se esponjan y retumba como si casi ronroneara y la cara cansada de su hija se ilumina por algo no es la fiebre.

Decide dejarlos solos.

Desde ese día el cuervo los visita más a menudo casi como una mascota de la familia, siempre va y viene por la noche y siempre aparece estar cuando mas lo necesitan.

#death family #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp #qsmp au #qsmp pissa #pissa #pissa au #pissa nation #qsmp chayanne #qsmp eggs #au intro #qsmp shipping #chef-crow au

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✧˖°. MINI READING-PICK A PILE [+ a special song]

[english & spanish] Choose the image you are most drawn to or resonate most with...

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

CHANNELED MESSAGES FROM YOUR GUIDES

♥Pile 1: winds of change and confusion regarding material matters (i.e. money, work, physical stability, etc.) are coming. You are invited to get ride of everything that limits you. You must learn to adapt yourself to adversity and to keep confident and emotionally stable. It's a call to put yourself as a priority: "first my well-being and then I think of others". Recommended song: You're On Your Own Kid, Taylor Swift. https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/4D7BCuvgdJlYvlX5WlN54t?si=7a928baaa7e54953

♥Pile 2: the universe require moderation in your life. This is not the time to make big changes, expenses or investments. It may be possible that you aren't organizing yourself correctly or, in the face of recommendations from someone, you don't allow advice or suggestions. You're living such a big confusion that doesn't allow you to be realistic about the several options that are presented to you in life. Thanks to your effort and sacrifice, you'll get what you're looking for, but you must take the reins of the situation and connect your heart and mind with action (all at the same time). Recommended song: Everything I wanted, Billie Eilish https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/3ZCTVFBt2Brf31RLEnCkWJ?si=efbe1032468b4ca0

♥Pile 3: you must set goals and take the lead with a responsible and determined attitude. You have many opportunities coming to you in the sentimental and material plane that must be taken advantage of; but you must focus on the present and not be aware of your past. You're on the right path, and your positivity will lead you to achieve what you long for. Recommended song: Successful, Ariana Grande https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/5YeHLHDdQ4nKHk81XFWhCU?si=2ac2795021a64765

✧˖°. MINI LECTURA-ELIGE UNA IMAGEN [+ una canción especial]

MENSAJES CANALIZADOS DE TUS GUÍAS. (Elige una imagen con la que te sientas más identificadx o resuene más contigo).

♥Grupo 1 (Pile 1): etapas de cambios y confusiones en lo que respecta a lo material (es decir, dinero, trabajo, estabilidad física, etc). Te invitan a depurar todo aquello que te limita. Debes aprender a adaptarte a las adversidades y mantenerte con seguridad y estabilidad. Es un llamado para ponerte como prioridad: "primero mi bienestar y después pienso en los demás". Canción recomendada: You're on your own kid, Taylor Swift. https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/4D7BCuvgdJlYvlX5WlN54t?si=7a928baaa7e54953

♥Grupo 2 (Pile 2): tus guías te piden moderación en tu vida. No es momento para hacer grandes cambios ni gastos o inversiones en tu vida. Puede ser posible que no te estés organizando correctamente o, ante recomendaciones de alguien externo, no des lugar a consejos o sugerencias. Estás viviendo una gran confusión que no permite que seas realista ante las diversas opciones que se te presentan en la vida. A través de tu esfuerzo conseguirás lo que estás buscando, pero debes tomar las riendas y conectar corazón y mente con acción. Canción recomendada: Everything I wanted, Billie Eilish https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/3ZCTVFBt2Brf31RLEnCkWJ?si=efbe1032468b4ca0

♥Grupo 3 (Pile 3): debes establecer objetivos y tomar el liderazgo con una actitud responsable y decidida. Vienen hacia tí muchas oportunidades en el plano sentimental y material que deben ser aprovechadas; pero debes enfocarte en el presente y no estar pendiente de tu pasado. Vas por el camino correcto, y tu positividad te encamina a conseguir lo que tanto anhelas. Canción recomendada: Successful, Ariana Grande https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/5YeHLHDdQ4nKHk81XFWhCU?si=2ac2795021a64765

#tarot reading #tarotcommunity #tarotonline #daily tarot #misticismo #mistico #tarot #tarot blog #tarot cards #tarotista #pick a card #pick one #pick a pile #mystical #mysticism #magic #witchy

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high infidelity (Enzo Vogrincic x Fem Reader)

Antes de iniciar les quiero agradecer mucho por el apoyo que le han estado dando a la historia, significa mucho para mí, ¡gracias! les traigo capítulo RE cursi, que ya hacía falta jaja.

Capítulo 14.

Decían que la calma venía después de la tormenta, y eso nunca se había sentido tan real.

Las siguientes semanas después del incidente se habían sentido como un verdadero abrazo al corazón, Enzo tenía el poder de hacer que los días pasaran más rápidos, durante esos días, tanto Alana como él decidieron silenciar sus celulares y disfrutar de su nueva rutina sin escuchar al mundo exterior.

Enzo al fin había vuelto a filmación de la película y Alana había vuelto a escribir, nuevamente no se veían mucho durante el día debido a sus trabajos, pero las noches eran para ellos, veían películas o leían hasta tarde, se habían propuesto a aprender a cocinar, por lo que ahora el servicio a domicilio de comida rápida no era tan recurrente, pero la comida seguía siendo igual de deliciosa, las costillas de Alana habían sanado bastante bien, aunque no podía decir lo mismo de la herida de su frente.

—En verdad odio como se ve—dijo Alana viéndose en el espejo del baño mientras Enzo terminaba de cepillarse los dientes, era domingo y acababan de despertarse hace apenas unos minutos, tiempo atrás le habían quitado los puntos de la frente, dejando una línea morada e irregular como cicatriz

—El doctor dijo que tardaría un tiempo en terminar de sanar—le recordó Enzo una vez se terminó de enjuagar la boca.

—De todas formas quedará la marca cuando termine de sanar—dijo tristemente mientras se inspeccionaba la frente, juraba que entre más se veía al espejo, más imperfecciones le encontraba.

—Sos hermosa, no me gusta verte así de triste por eso—dijo Enzo tomándola de la cintura, no era la primera vez que Alana se quejaba al respecto.

—Si tú estás cansado de escucharlo, yo también estoy cansada de decirlo, pero en verdad no soporto verme al espejo—suspiró para después girándose sobre sus pies y luego hundir su cara en el hueco del cuello de Enzo, Alana siempre había sido una chica bastante segura de sí misma, para nada se consideraba Miss Universo, pero era consciente de que tenía lo suyo, sin embargo, entre el peso que había perdido durante su sanación y la horrible cicatriz que marcaba su rostro, le resultaba difícil sentirse linda, incluso si Enzo se encargaba de recordarle cada día lo bella que era.

—No estoy cansado de escucharte—dijo Enzo suavemente—. Simplemente me frustra un poco que tengas que lidiar con eso.

—Me gustaría que hubiera una forma de simplemente hacerla desaparecer—respondió alejándose un poco de él, el chico protuyó los labios, lo cual era signo de que estaba pensando en algo.

—¿Qué estás ideando en esa retorcida mente tuya?—preguntó Alana riendo.

—Bueno, tal vez no hay forma de desaparecerla en si, pero sí de ocultarla.

—No me voy a hacer flequillo—respondió Alana rápidamente como si le hubiera leído la mente, la última vez que había utilizado flequillo fue cuando iba en secundaria y lo había odiado absolutamente.

—¡Pero si se te vería re lindo!—dijo Enzo riendo.

Alana inclinó la cabeza y se lo pensó un poco, entre usar flequillo y tener que andar por la vida con esa línea en la frente, quizá sí prefería usar el flequillo, además, un cambio de look le vendría bastante bien.

—Me convenciste—dijo elevando los hombros.

—Wow, fue fácil—rió—. Sólo quiero que vos te sientas bien, hasta calva te verías linda—dijo él buscando algo entre los cajones del baño.

—¿Qué buscas?

—Las tijeras, mi vida—dijo él con tono de obviedad.

—¿Me lo vas a cortar tú?—preguntó Alana horrorizada.

—Obvio, soy un excelente peluquero.

—¿Cuándo has cortado el cabello de alguien?—preguntó Alana llevando las manos hacia sus caderas.

—Nunca, pero no creo que sea muy difícil, ¿no?

Alana lo miró no muy convencida, estaba loca si permitía que Enzo le tocara el cabello, pero entonces pensó que sólo serían unos cuantos centímetros, no podía salir tan mal, ¿cierto?

—Si me terminas cortando más de lo adecuado, me comprarás una peluca—lo amenazó mientras se sentaba sobre la tapa del retrete.

—Del color que vos querás—dijo él emocionado, se veía bastante feliz por cortarle el cabello, quizá si no hubiera sido actor, ser estilista hubiera resultado su carrera soñada.

Entre los dos se pusieron a ver un tutorial en YouTube, ciertamente no parecía algo muy difícil de hacer, aunque sí debían tener cuidado, Alana cerró los ojos cuando Enzo acercó las tijeras a su cabeza y lo dejó hacer su magia, en menos de 10 minutos, el chico había terminado de hacer su trabajo.

—Ya podés abrirlos—dijo él.

Alana primero abrió un ojo y luego el otro.

—¿Tan mal se ve?—preguntó ella con miedo al notar que el chico la veía estupefacto.

—Te ves preciosa—respondió él—. Miráte en el espejo.

Alana se paró y se observó.

—Enzo—dijo sorprendida—. Mi amor, lo hiciste increíble, me encanta—dijo emocionada, su cabello caía sobre su frente de manera adecuada, aún podía ver sus cejas, pero la cicatriz de su frente había sido difuminada perfectamente.

—No puedo creer que me hayas dejado cortarte el cabello—dijo incrédulo y peinando otros mechones.

—Cuando termines de filmar tu película, yo seré la que te lo corte a ti—respondió ella—. Te raparé dormido.

—Sí te creo capaz—dijo él.

Desayunaron escuchando música y se terminaron de alistar, Enzo se había encargado de traer las cosas de Alana a su departamento hace un par de semanas, Sebastián se había mudado con unos amigos, el antiguo departamento había sido puesto nuevamente a renta, ninguno de los dos tenía intención de volver a ese lugar, así como Alana no tenía la intención de volver a ver a Sebastián en su vida, desgraciadamente el chico estaba libre después de pagar la fianza, pero al menos había conseguido una orden de restricción que le impedía acercarse a su ex novia.

Enzo y Alana habían salido un par de veces en público para chequeos en el hospital, la gente aún no entendía qué tipo de relación había entre ellos dos y debido a que ninguno confirmaba nada aún, la gente especulaba que era meramente una amistad.

Les gustaba la privacidad que tenían en el departamento, aunque estaban conscientes que eventualmente tendrían que salir y enfrentar al mundo, claro que querían mantener su relación privada, pero no secreta, ese día al fin había llegado, Alana no creía sentirse capaz de seguir más tiempo encerrada en el departamento, necesitaba al menos salir a caminar e ir a tomar algo y quería sentirse libre de poner besar y abrazar a Enzo cuando le apeteciera.

—Vamos por un café y caminar un rato en el parque, ¿te parece?—preguntó Enzo, en realidad llevaban días planeando su salida, sin embargo, hasta hoy Alana se había sentido preparada para hacerlo.

Cuando salieron del departamento Alana no pudo evitar sentirse nerviosa, no era raro que le tomaran fotografías a Enzo en la calle o se le acercaran para pedirle autógrafos, sabía que estar a un lado del actor implicaba captar un montón de atención y reflectores, sabía que por el medio en el que ambos se envolvían, su relación estaría en boca de muchas personas, sin embargo, una vez que Enzo entrelazó los dedos con los de ella, todos sus miedos se fueron, estarían bien, todo iba a estar bien.

La caminata hacia la cafetería fue bastante tranquila, Alana notó que algunas personas con grandes cámaras les tomaron fotografías desde lejos, Enzo y ella se limitaron a pretender que no estaban ahí, una vez que tuvieron sus cafés, procedieron a caminar hacia el parque.

—Acá fue la segunda vez que nos vimos, ¿te acordás?—preguntó Enzo, Alana asintió con nostalgia, era loco pensar lo mucho que habían cambiado las cosas en los últimos meses, apretó la mano del chico con afecto.

—Me quedé dormida en la banca—dijo ella negando con la cabeza.

—Vos te podrías quedar dormida en cualquier lado—dijo él depositando un beso en su mejilla.

Conversaron de varios temas, sobre los recientes capítulos que había escrito Alana para su novela, sobre como Enzo sí se cortaría el cabello una vez terminara las filmación de su película, iban dando su tercera vuelta a la manzana cuando Alana escuchó un débil maullido.

—¿Escuchaste eso?

—¿Qué cosa?

—Como un gato, pero no veo ninguno—dijo ella inspeccionando el lugar con la mirada, entonces lo volvió a escuchar, Enzo hizo cara de lástima.

—Ay, está llorando el pobre.

Alana soltó la mano de Enzo y corrió hacia el arbusto de donde procedía el chillido, había una caja con un gato muy pequeño y flaco.

—Ay no, me muero—dijo ella agachándose—. ¿Quién lo habrá dejado aquí?—preguntó con miedo a cargarlo por lo frágil que lucía.

—No debe tener más de un par de semanas—añadió Enzo de cuclillas, era un pequeño gato naranja que muy apenas podía abrir los ojos.

—No lo podemos dejar aquí, tenemos que llevarlo al veterinario—dijo Alana—. Siempre he querido un gatito—mencionó sútilmente.

—Vos te lo querés quedar, ¿cierto?—preguntó Enzo directamente, Alana lo miró con ojos suplicantes, aún no habían entablado bien la situación en la que se encontraban, pero Alana llevaba semanas viviendo en el departamento de Enzo y ninguno tenía planes de cambiar eso—. Yo también siempre he querido uno—dijo él al notar que la chica no decía nada, Alana sonrió mostrando todos los dientes y se le lanzó encima de él en un abrazo.

—Gracias, gracias, gracias—dijo rápidamente.

—Anda, tenemos que llevarlo al veterinario para revisar que todo vaya bien y ponerle sus vacunas.

Alana tomó al pequeño gatito y se lo llevó a su pecho en lo que Enzo pedía un taxi hacia la veterinaria más cercana.

—Siempre dije que a mi primogénito le pondría Mateo, así que ese será su nombre—dijo Enzo acariciando la cabeza del pequeño gato mientras hacían fila en la veterinaria, Alana rió al escucharlo.

Sin embargo, Enzo tendría que esperar un par de años más para hacerlo, pues el gato terminó siendo gata.

—Esto es un desastre—dijo Enzo dramáticamente—. ¿Cómo le pondremos entonces? Mateo estaba genial.

Alana rodó los ojos al escucharlo, se encontraban de vuelta al departamento sentados en el suelo, con un arenero, un montón de juguetes y una pequeña No-Mateo investigando el lugar, el veterinario les informó que no tenía más de 3 semanas de nacida, tendrían que alimetarla con biberón y toda la cosa, no había estado en los planes de ninguno tener una mascota pronto, pero en las pocas horas que llevaban con la gatita, se había ganado su amor por completo.

—No tengo idea—bufó Alana mientras tomaba a la gata para que no se metiera debajo del sillón.

—Vos sos la escritora aquí, debes ser buena con los nombres—dijo Enzo mientras preparaba la fórmula del biberón.

—¿Qué hay de Matilda? Suena parecido a Mateo—sugirió, Enzo arrugó la nariz al escuchar el nombre.

—No, no—dijo él.

—¿Mafalda?

—Amor, sos pésima en esto—replicó él.

—¿Felicia?

—Basta—dijo él riendo—. ¿Qué te parece Zola?—sugirió, Alana arqueó una ceja al escucharlo.

—¿Zola? ¿Por qué la encontramos sola?—bromeó.

—No, boba, Zo porque así termina mi nombre, La porque así inicia Lana, ¿entendés? Zo-La, Zola.

—Zola, me gusta—dijo ella.

Jugaron un par de horas más con Zola hasta que se quedó dormida en la pequeña cama que le habían comprado, Alana sabía que ella sería la responsable de cuidarla durante el día, nunca había tenido una mascota antes debido a que en México sus padres no la dejaban y en su antiguo departamento las mascotas no estaban permitidas, se encontraba algo nerviosa, aunque feliz por la nueva aventura que le esperaba.

—Amor—murmuró Enzo una vez volvieron a recostarse en la cama, ambos se encontraban agotados, habían pasado un montón de tiempo en la veterinaria y preparando al departamento para Zola.

—¿Sí?—preguntó ella escuchando con atención.

—No sé si lo notaste, pero nos tomaron un montón de fotos hoy—dijo él acariciando su espalda—. Ya vi algunas y bueno, se re nota que tenemos algo.

—No lo creo, fui bastante discreta—dijo ella arrugando la frente, Enzo hizo una mueca y le mostró una fotografía sacada de Instagram, en ella se mostraba a un Enzo saliendo de la veterinaria con Zola entre sus brazos, Alana se encontraba agarrando su trasero, ella abrió dramáticamente la boca ante la imagen.

—¡Ni siquiera recuerdo haber hecho eso!—dijo horrorizada.

—Lo haces más de lo que vos crees, de hecho lo estás haciendo justo ahora—dijo él riendo, Alana se carcajeó al notar que era verdad, apartó su mano de Enzo pero él volvió a colocarla ahí.

Después deslizó el celular por la pantalla y le mostró otra fotografía en donde salían besándose en la cafetería.

—Bueno, supongo que ya todo el mundo lo sabe—dijo ella, podía imaginar la clase de comentarios que estarían en las redes sociales por haber pasado de estar en una relación con Sebastián a una con Enzo en poco tiempo, pero decidió no preocuparse mucho al respecto.

—No puedo controlar que me pregunten o no por vos en las entrevistas, así que quiero saber con qué te sentís cómoda, es mi prioridad que vos estés bien—dijo él acariciando su mejilla, tan comprensivo como siempre.

—Bueno, ciertamente no quiero ser un secreto, pero sí quiero que tengamos nuestra privacidad—dijo repitiendo lo que ya habían establecido hace unos días—. Eso significa que debo de tener más cuidado con no tocarte el trasero saliendo del hospital con nuestra hija—bromeó refiriéndose a la fotografía de Enzo con Zola en manos.

—Vale, me agrada la idea—dijo él—. Ahora vuelvo, voy por agua.

Alana se entretuvo unos minutos viendo la película a la cual no le habían estado prestando mucha atención hasta que Enzo volvió de la cocina, no llevaba un vaso de agua consigo, en cambio llevaba un ramo de tulipanes amarillos, las flores favoritas de Alana, ella se sentó rápidamente y le bajó a la televisión ante la imagen de él apoyando en el marco de la puerta con las flores y su pijama de cuadros rojos y azules.

—¿Y eso?—preguntó nerviosamente, Enzo se acercó lentamente y se las entregó.

—Tenemos que ponerle nombre a esto—susurró.

Alana tragó saliva y sintió su corazón latir rápidamente ante las palabras de Enzo.

—¿Puedo ser tu novio?—preguntó nerviosamente, sus mejillas estaban rojas y sus manos estaban temblando, Alana sintió que se derretía ante la imagen—. Mi amor, te juro que iba a preguntártelo más romántico y toda la cosa, pero es que vos te ves tan linda ahora mismo, me muero, quiero que vos seas mi novia ya—habló rápidamente y la apretó contra él sin importar que ella aún estuviera sosteniendo las flores, Alana soltó una carcajada, Enzo se escuchaba mortificado por la falta de preparación en la propuesta, pero a ella le pareció perfecta, no necesitaba de un cartel gigantesco o una cena costosa, aquí, justo en la cama abrazada de Enzo,con la luz de la luna que se colaba de la ventana y el ruido de fondo de la televisión, era más que suficiente.

—Claro que sí—respondió ella.

Enzo oficialmente era su novio, no podía sentirse más feliz al respecto.

—Aunque mañana te toca preparar el desayuno, novio.

—Está bien, novia.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo x reader

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Arguments…with a twist?

Ight so this finna be a pain in the ass cause I’m finna have to switch from the Spanish translator to this cause ion speak the damn language so y’all work with me 😭 also this is a make of my last post in case y’all dunno where this came from 👍🏽

POV: You and Miguel having an argument infront of Miles and you both forget he speaks Spanish to(hope this not trash man imma cry 😭)

Warning: cursing, lots of dirty talk in the mix,implied smut but not too much,fluff after argument, reader being a brat(🌚)

“¡Maldito Miguel! ¿Por qué tienes que ser tan terco?”( Damnit Miguel! Why do you have to be so stubborn!) Y/n shouted at Miguel. Miguel had been on Y/n’s ass all week about her being careless on missions and doing risky stuff. He cared too much for her to let her keep doing stuff like this. So he put his foot down and told her she wasn’t allowed on missions anymore. “Cariño, amor de mi vida, por favor entiende, estás poniendo demasiado en riesgo tu vida para mi gusto y ya no la tendré más.”(Sweetheart, Love of my life, please understand, you are putting your life at risk too much for my liking and I wont have it anymore.)

Miguel had tried to reason with her so many times and has been so soft spoken with her, trying not to outburst at her in any way possible. He needed her to understand how much she meant to him. “Mi amor, te aseguro que estoy bien y puedo cuidarme solo, te preocupas demasiado. Sabes que puedo cuidar de mí mismo.”(My love I assure you, I am fine and can take care of myself you worry too much. You know I can take care of myself.) Y/n understand Miguel’s concerns, but you were more than capable of handling yourself and you knew that HE knew that. You saw the scowl on Miguel’s face starting to form but slowly go down as he was trying not to snap at you. “T/n, por última vez, no más misiones y eso es definitivo, ahora deja de discutir conmigo.” (Y/n, for the last time, no more missions and that is final, now stop arguing with me.) Miguel said sternly sick of the debating with you, looking at you with a serious face. You sat there with a mad expression on your face about to lash out at him but you take a deep breathe and relax.

“Eres un maldito bruto, Miguel. ¡Por qué tienes que ser tan idiota!(You are suching a fucking brute, Miguel. Why must you be such a asshole!) And that was it. The tip of the iceberg. Miguel’s eyes flashed red and pinned you to the wall in the blink of an eye. You gasped in fear and looked up to Miguel seeing his eyes glowing a bloody red in anger. You sat there waiting for him to yell at you or say anything at that. “Pequeña puta malcriada”(You bratty little whore) He spat at you with anger and a bit of lust in his voice. Your eyes widen and breathe hitched and started to get a bit scared. “todo lo que trato de hacer es proteger a mi dulce T/n y ¿qué obtengo a cambio, eh? Ella comienza a actuar como la pequeña puta malcriada que es...”(all i try to do is protect my sweet Y/n and what do i get in return, huh? She starts acting like the bratty little cock whore she is...) Miguel spoke out breathing out with Y/n still pinned. You sat there flustered, not knowing what to do or say. You stood there between your lover and the wall embarrassed and shamed. “Tal vez, debería darle lo que quiere, ¿eh? Que la engañen y la follen como la pequeña mocosa que es para poder recordar a quién pertenece, hm, ¿no te gustaría ese amor?”(Maybe, I should give her what she wants hm? To be dicked down and fucked out like the little brat she is so she can remeber who she belongs to, hm? Wouldnt you like that sweetheart?) Miguel spoke looking down at you. You just tilted your head down embarrassed not knowing what to do. Miguel grabbed you face making you look at him, his eyes no longer red. He looked at your face red and flushed and he….chuckled. You had a confused look on your face. “Awww amor, ¿dónde está todo ese ladrido que tenías? No sabía que solo se necesitaba eso para hacerte desmoronarte, cariño.” (Awww love, wheres all that bark you had? Didn’t know it only took that to make you crumble sweetheart.) Miguel chuckles in your face, while you look at him with a pouty red face. “Listen mi vida(my life), I know I’m hard on you, but I love you, you know that.” Miguel says moving his hand to your cheek. “And if something were to happen to you, I…” He starts to tear up. You grab his hand on your cheek and squeeze it looking up at him, “shhh amor, está bien. estás atrapado conmigo, te guste o no. Y siento que soy descuidado en nuestras salidas. Prometo tener más cuidado, o me quedaré aquí como dijiste hasta que sientas que estoy listo...”(shhh amor, its ok. your stuck with me whether you like it or not, and im sorry that im careless on our outings. I promise to be more careful, or ill just stay here like you said til you feel like im ready...)

Miguel looks at you with teary eyes and smiles. He leans in and kisses you on the forehead and leans his against yours. “Amor(Love),if you can promise me you will be more careful….” He pleaded. You smile softly. “I promise cariño(Dear)…I love you.” Y/n softly speaks. “I love you to, Y/n”

(Meanwhile with Miles sitting there):

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Amor de siempre 🕷️

amor de siempre by cuco but it's a little love story from Miguel's pov

w/c: 1.6K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: fluff fluff fluff

notes: I think these might’ve been my first pieces of fluff LMAO - but they’re so cute and heartwarming idk

part one

Cuando veo esos ojos, ahí es donde quiero vivir

Si me besan eso labios, ay, así quiero morir

(When I see those eyes, that's where I want to live

If those lips kiss me, that's how I want to die)

Every time Miguel looked into your eyes he felt like home, he hadn't felt greater happiness than when you first begun to open up to him and he felt himself falling in love with you, very quickly.

He was so infatuated by you when you two met and now he was just obsessed. He loved everything about you and was a lovesick puppy, still chasing after you and always snatching kisses from you because it was all he wanted to do.

Mi canción de amor ahorita, cuando me dices te amo

Quiero ver esa sonrisa en mi cama al amanecer

(My love song now, when you tell me 'I love you'

I want to see that smile, in my bed at dawn)

The first time he told you he loved, you immediately repeated it and it made his heart jump. He was so giddy inside and outside, not able to contain his excitement and happiness he had picked you up and twirled you around. If he could he'd choose to hear those words escaping your lips for the rest of his life.

Although he loved hearing how much you loved him there was absolutely nothing he loved more than seeing the way you smile, especially the ones after waking up together. The shy smiles, the happy ones, the teasing ones. He could never get tired of them. The way your eyes would almost be hidden because of how wide you'd smile. You were so perfect.

Siempre en mi sueños vi una luz tan, tan bonita

Cantando pensamientos libres, siempre fue mi favorita

(Always in my dreams I saw a light so beautiful

Singing free thoughts was always my favorite)

Always thinking of you, even before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. He couldn't help the attraction he had towards you and how you had him wrapped around your finger so quickly. He was whipped.

Ay, cómo me enamoré tan pesadamente

Tenía mil kilos rompiendo espina, pero no importa si estás presente

(Oh, how I fell in love so deeply

I had a thousand kilos breaking my spine

But it doesn't matter if you're present)

He didn't imagine he'd fall in love so fast, he felt he was in love with you after the first month being together. He then told you he loved you a month after that, but in his mind he already knew. His life got so much better since you were in it.

Unos cambios tomaron lugar en mi vida

Amorcito sonriente, entraste sin advertirme

(Some changes took place in my life

Smiling sweetheart you came in without warning me)

You had completely changed his life, he's never chased a woman before, usually always having women eat out of the palm of his hand or instantly falling in love with him. But with you, he loved the thrill of chasing after you, after all he did end up conquering your heart.

He'd always tell you he felt like he needed a warning from you but you'd simply reminded him he was the one constantly wanting your attention and following you like a puppy which would just make him scoff claiming he wasn't a puppy.

Pero no importa ya, tenemos nuevas historias que contar

Amanecimos bien contentos, ahora vamos a dormirnos sin dudar

(But it doesn't matter anymore, we have new stories to tell

We woke up very happy and now let's go to sleep without hesitation)

He always tell you how happy he is when reminiscing on your love story, he says it'd be a great story to tell your children as if you both aren't in your early twenties.

You ended up getting convinced by him to move in with him after six months of dating, he claims because it's a faster drive from his place to work than where you were living but it's really because he can't stand not being around you. He admires being able to sleep and wake up with you in his arms, looking oh so beautiful.

Cuando veo esos ojos, ahí es donde quiero vivir

Si me besan eso labios, ay, así quiero morir

(When I see those eyes, that's where I want to live

If those lips kiss me, that's how I want to die)

He'd usually wake up before you, he never moved and tried to keep his breathing steady to not wake you. Instead he'd admire every feature on your face until you woke up.

He looked down at your pretty lips and having the urge to kiss you but fighting against it knowing he'd feel bad if he woke you up, especially knowing you'd wake up grumpy. But then your eyes fluttered open, looking right at him and he felt his heart melt.

Mi canción de amor ahorita, cuando me dices te amo

Quiero ver esa sonrisa en mi cama al amanecer

(My love song now, when you tell me 'I love you'

I want to see that smile, in my bed at dawn)

He never grew tired of your voice, whether you were telling him how much you adored him or how annoyed you were at him for not waking you up early for a meeting then having the audacity to claim it was your day off.

Miguel knew that at the end of the day you'd be looking at him with love in your eyes and give him a small pout for acting like a grouch then tell him you love him before he wraps his arms around you not giving a care in the world just being so enamored with you.

Profundo como el mar, es el hoyo de mi corazón

En tus manos está llenarme con pura alegría

(Deep like the sea is the hole of my heart

In your hands it fills me with pure joy)

You were the main thing keeping him sane and happy, well really the only reason he was so happy. You never saw him without a smile on his face but given he always had one when you were in the room.

Yo jamás iba pensar que mi existencia podría traer más

Yo nunca vi lo bueno de mi vida hasta que me enseñastes a volar

(I would never think that my existence could bring more

I never saw the good of my life until you taught me to fly)

He was somewhat broken when you met him, unbeknownst to you, he didn't want you to know but it didn't matter because you changed his perspective on things, including love.

Siempre veía a los contentos y más que nada a los enamorados

Jamás pensé que un día me harías uno de ellos

(Always I saw the happy couples and more than anything the enamoured

I never thought that one day you'd make me one of them)

He'd always see happy couples around the city, at uni, hell even at work. He didn't think dating was gonna be his thing and only relied on hookups for the affection he thought he craved. But deep down he knew he wanted more than just intimacy, when he saw you walk in on your first day of work, he did not imagine such a pretty person with a kind smile would change him so much.

Y ahora estamos aquí, tú y yo en la luna

Espero que todos algún día tengan mi fortuna

(And now we're here you and I on the moon

I hope that everyone someday has my fortune)

He felt at the top of the world when he was with you, his heart always beating, the butterflies in his stomach never leaving. He felt very fortunate that he found you, even more that you rejected him at first otherwise he wouldn't have fallen head over heels for you. When talking to single friends or coworkers he always wishes them the best and tells them they can find love anywhere, and that patience is a virtue.

Cuando veo esos ojos, ahí es donde quiero vivir

Si me besan eso labios, ay, así quiero morir

(When I see those eyes, that's where I want to live

If those lips kiss me, that's how I want to die)

It was now two years since he asked you to be his girlfriend, now celebrating your anniversary and Valentine's Day for the second year in a row. He'd memorized every detail of your face like all the little moles you had on different corners, or the way your eyes would sparkle when he'd tell you how much you meant to him.

He even loved the way you'd look at him when you were mad, he contained himself from saying you look cute, not wanting to anger you more because he knew better. But the thought never left his head, he just loved you so much.

Mi canción de amor ahorita, cuando me dices te amo

Quiero ver esa sonrisa en mi cama al amanecer

(My love song now, when you tell me 'I love you'

I want to see that smile, in my bed at dawn)

"Happy anniversary amada." He whispers in your ear as you stretched and slid your head against his chest before leaning up to kiss him. (Beloved)

"Happy anniversary amor de mi vida, te amo tantísimo." You murmured before pulling away, letting out a yawn. (love of my life, I love you so much)

He grinned so wide, you couldn't help but lift a hand up to pinch his cheek, instantly feeling it grow warm under your touch. He melted into your fingertips and you just sighed happily, looking deeply into his eyes.

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