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ferrstappen · 1 year

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august l Lando Norris imagine

a/n: Hello! How are you? Did you see the Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello kissing video? I'm shocked. Anywayssss, this is the second installment of The Collection, a complete different note from the long live piece, but I hope you like it <3 feedback and likes and all those things are greatly appreciated <3

hope you enjoy it! <3

warnings: kinda sad, allusion to sex (like if you squint), couple of swear words.

words: 2k

summary: Every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. His friends whispered that he had been so in love just a couple of weeks ago and now he was holding hands with someone else. But she didn’t care.

i) Your back beneath the sun, wishin’ I could write myself on it.

You knew his face from somewhere.

The pub was dimly lit, the humid London weather somehow making its way inside the semi crowded room, but you could still make out his curly hair and slim figure, holding a beer while smiled at something one of his friends said.

It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t giving them a full smile; his eyes didn’t crinkle all the way and his smile didn’t reach his clear eyes.

You didn’t know him, but you could tell that much.

And it wasn’t like you were trying to make eye contact with him, almost manifesting that the curly haired stranger would notice you. And you now that when his eyes crossed with yours, the smile reached his eyes.

His friends didn’t notice, neither did yours, but you weren’t able to keep it cool anymore, quietly making your way outside with the pretense of needed some air and wanting to light a cigarette.

“How can you smoke with this weather?” You heard his voice for the first time. Calm and soft, almost quiet.

“Nervousness can do that to a person, you now?”

“Why are you nervous?” He believed to know the answer, but still asked you.

“Good looking strangers tend to have that effect on me.”

That was the beginning of the end.

He told you his name was Lando, that he was spending a couple of days in London before returning to his home in Monte-Carlo. You were so entranced that asked your girlfriends to change tables so they could mingle with Lando’s friends.

They were static, knowing you weren’t one to openly flirt or wanting too much contact, gladly accepting to change tables and getting to know the interesting group of strangers.

During the third bottle of champagne, Lando made the invitation to you and your friends to join them in Monaco. It took a bit of convincing from their part, but ended up agreeing to being picked up at 5 PM the next day to catch their private flight.

He said goodbye with a small hug and kiss on the cheek. He didn’t linger, he didn’t take it slow, everything was quick, but you never noticed because you were already hooked.

While your friends squealed on the uber ride back home, not really understanding what the fuck had happened on their casual night out, Lando’s friends were giving him weary looks, trying to understand where this was coming from, because they had dragged him out, because he still was checking his ex girlfriend’s Instagram.

And he knew what he was doing.

It wasn’t revenge on his ex, it was his heart trying to feel something again.

Something that wasn’t the constant ache of having lost the girl with whom he thought would spend years and years together.

He needed to erase the pictures of him and his ex holding his niece in front of the Christmas tree.

The cute post-it she left on his refrigerator for when he got home after a triple header.

And he was sure the warmth of another person would calm the pain, even if it wasn’t much, he’d take whatever was given to him.

And that’s how he ended up with you in his yacht, surrounded by his friends and yours.

You were wearing denim shorts and a black bikini top; simple, forgettable; exactly what he was looking for.

So he placed his arm around your bare waist, not applying to much pressure, but allowing himself to enjoy the goosebumps on your skin when he caressed the exposed flesh, the small smile you gave him after he offered to get you a drink, and the gasp when he left a chaste kiss on your lips.

You noticed the stares of his friends and how your friends became a little more protective, not letting loose on the luxury yacht, keeping an eye on you and Lando. One of them even turned down an offer from a Lebanese businessman.

Talk about friendship.

You noticed the looks he got when you went out to discover a bit of Monte-Carlo, people subtly pointing their phones as he tried to not show his face and cover yours. The only thing you wished for in that moment was for Lando to take your hand and guide you through the coast.

Yes, it was ridiculous. It wasn’t like your mind didn’t remind you that two days ago he was a stranger, but that didn’t stop your heart from wanting to leave a mark so people could see he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t paying attention to them, he was with you for the time being.

ii) and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine, ‘cause you were never mine.

The Monaco sun was hitting your back, Lando groaning next to you as the grip on your waist tightened and tried to hide his face on your neck, earning a chuckle.

If anyone saw this from the outside, everything happening between Lando and you was straight out of a fairytale; student meets good looking Formula 1 driver, willing to fly her anywhere just to see her.

Maybe all those goods were the reason you were willing to ignore how sometimes he didn’t return the FaceTime calls, but he had a busy schedule, it wasn’t worrying, and you didn’t want to appear like a controlling girl.

You knew your friends tried to send subtle warnings, telling you to not open up too much, to be careful with your feelings, to get to know him better. You understood, this was your first serious relationship.

Right, it wasn’t a relationship just yet.

But even if both your friends saw this through tinted glasses, Lando and you knew about the late nights giggling while trying to find the ticklish spots of each other.

The cute laughter he would give you as you tried to not crash on the wall while driving the simulator.

The soft sighs he’d release when you started threading your fingers through his curls, trying to make him forget a stressful meeting.

The lilies delivered to your apartment when his schedule didn’t allow him to see you for a couple of weeks.

The kisses on your naked skin, knowing how to handle your body better than yourself.

The grateful kisses on your forehead after he tasted a new recipe you saw on Pinterest, only using ingredients approved by his trainer.

They didn’t see that.

But it all went away so quickly.

Suddenly, august was coming to an end. You didn’t even notice, too drunk while discovering Lando, how his body and mind worked.

How the relationship would evolve, when would you accompany him to one of his races, would you move to Monte-Carlo eventually?

All the questions in your head clouded your judgement, made you ignore the clear signs that Lando maybe wasn’t so into it. But he was tired, he was in the middle of the season.

He was fresh out of a breakup…

But he wouldn’t make a move on you just to forget his ex girlfriend, right? Everything you’ve been living during the last months was real. You knew everything was real, he was overwhelmed, that’s all.

But there was a breaking point, even in your hazy vision.

His calls mostly went to voicemail, but he always texted he was busy.

He didn’t invite you to his home as usual, but he was racing.

He didn’t invite you to the paddock, but you weren’t official yet.

You knew in your head this wasn’t right, that he was feeding you just enough to keep you hooked, the bare minimum.

You knew you deserved so much more than that, even if he the prospect of him was exciting, and your heart beat a bit faster every time you saw him.

You were bracing for the fall.

iii) So much for summer love and saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.

You didn’t want to go through the self-destructive phase when two days went by and he didn’t contact you, but you weren’t making up excuses anymore.

Suddenly, googling his name seemed like the sane idea, inevitably searching for news and photos of him and his ex.

She was gorgeous, worthy of someone like him. They walked hand in hand so carelessly she wore his merch so proudly, she showed up in the paddock so freely.

That’s when she realized it was never going to be her, Lando never meant for her to be more than a summer thing, to not feel her absence.

He was waiting for the right time to go back to her, he’d hit the ground running as soon as a sign was given to him.

But it didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was the disappointment and heartbreak speaking, but you knew with a certainty that what happened during the last couple of months was real.

You didn’t imagine his hard grip on your hip while he took over the DJ table.

You didn’t imagine the soft caresses of his hand on your thigh while he was driving you to an afternoon date.

Your head knew you didn’t make up the loving eyes he dedicated you as you tried to hit the high notes of a song while making the bed.

But he hadn’t reached out in two days, it was pretty self-explanatory. He didn’t really care about nurturing this growing seed between the two of you.

Lando didn’t want you.

It didn’t matter how real everything was to you. How your heart was slowly breaking as tears pooled in your eyes, because you’d never be able to convince yourself that this was meaningless, at least not to you.

Lando

Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you

Listen, I know whatever’s going on between us is new and we never labeled it, but I totally understand if it’s over or whatever

Just talk to me so I can move on and ofc I still wanna be your friend

Was this message too serious?

If you want to ofc lol

Anyway hope ur okay pls don’t ghost me

Pathetic, honestly. But what else can you do when your head is telling you to let go at the same time you heart is begging to keep holding on?

iv) To live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call.

Lando knew this was wrong. Shit, ghosting someone was the lowest of lows, but he wasn’t brave enough to tell you he couldn’t keep up with this, because he’d never be able to give you what you wanted.

He didn’t want to bring you to the paddock and be captured with you as his new girlfriend, because it was never meant to be your place.

But he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed to say to you.

He wasn’t that big of a person. He wasn’t that good of a man.

The tear in his heart was still there, but he couldn’t deny that you palliated his fractured heart, somehow mending the pieces back together.

He couldn’t deny the peace he felt every time you run your hands through his hair.

The grin that appeared after you softly kissed him right when his eyes opened in the morning.

The steady beats of his heart when he knew you were waiting for him to show him the newest recipe you tried.

And Lando he was being unfair, that he wasn’t supposed to open WhatsApp and search your name, knowing your profile picture was taken by him, and he somehow managed to capture your beauty, inside and out.

He took a deep breath before typing.

are you free?

sorry I’ve been missing lately

He was disappointed in himself, because Lando knew you were going to do everything to see him.

He was despicable, his actions were mean.

But Lando still smiled when he noticed you had responded, lightheartedly asking him how he was doing.

Hope was still creeping on your veins, ignoring the fear of falling and breaking for Lando.

Again.

#lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris au #lando norris one shot #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 fanfic

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vettelsvee · 4 days

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WELCOME TO MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT (CAMILA CABELLO'S VERSION)

a formula 1 short stories compilation about my favourite drivers based on each camila cabello song

my tortured drivers department masterlist

IMPORTANT INFO YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW!

this compilation will include short stories about sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, mick schumacher, lando norris, george russell, carlos sainz, max verstappen and charles leclerc.

these works will be driver x reader or driver x fem!oc, and will contain smau, first and third pov, smut and au, mostly. however, i'm open to any topic!

we will be doing an album every week or every two weeks. to choose each album, i'll post a first poll about a certain artist, and then i'll post another poll asking you exactly which album do you want me to post about. ¡! each poll will have de duration of 24 hours, which means we'll need two days to choose an album

i'll try to post as much as i can. however, i'm a uni student and my schedule can change a lot. for this reason, i apologize in advance. also, english is not my first language, so there can be mistakes (feel free to let me know about them!)

taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! just let me know in the comments of this post or each artists post!

CAMILA

ROMANCE

FAMILIA

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charlesslut16 · 9 months

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hii, could you do one with YN having curly hair and Carlos being obsessed with her hair and she doesn't normally like when people touch it but she just let's him?

ps.: sorry if I wrote something incorrectly, english isn't my first language

- love your work 💜

-only you can touch my hair-

summary : carlos is the only one, who can touch your hair.

PAIRING : carlos sainz x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none.

note : i hope you like it eve if it a little short.

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Since you were a little girl, you had always long, thick curtly hair. This still remains till today. You loved your hair, you took great care of it, to make sure that it wouldn't get damaged.

And because you loved your hair so much, you would never let anyone touch it. Your mother, father, siblings, friends, no one was allowed to touch your precious curly hair.

Until Carlos came into the picture. He loved your hair, the same way you loved it. He was literally obsessed with your hair. Carlos always wanted to touch it, since it felt like silk.

In the beginning of your relationship, you were reluctant, to let carlos touch your hair. You always told him, that if he touched your hair, it would get greasy and carlos always accepted it.

But after some time, he really wanted to touch it. It may sound really weird, but he loved your hair. The way it fell down your shoulders and how it shone in the light.

Carlos also wanted to comfort you with it. When you were sad, carlos wanted to stoke your head to calm you down or to relax yourself. But he always held back, as he knew how much it meant to you.

But now the hair situation changed. You still hated it if someone touched your hair, but when carlos touched it you were okay with it, which made carlos very happy.

So to say this, you hated if someone else than Carlos touched your beautiful curly hair.

Both of you were in your shared bedroom. Carlos sat on the bed, while you were doing your hair and make - up. In the middle of your makeup routine, carlos came up to you and gave you a kiss on your head.

"How long is this going to take? Can I go to the shower before you need help?" Carlos asked you and weaved his large hand through the curly mess on your head.

"Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, you can shower, Querido." Carlos nodded, gave you a kiss on your hairline and walked to the bathroom to shower, as you were invited to a birthday. Beloved

But before he showered, carlos walked back into the room and roomed through your shared closet to find the fitting clothes for the birthday of your friend.

After carlos showered, he walked into the bedroom again, now fitted in white jeans and a blue shirt. Carlos saw that you were finished with your hair and that you just needed to spray setting spray on.

He took the bottle out of your hand and sprayed it on your hair. He took it into his hand, so that the spray could get everywhere. As he was finished, you stood up and looked at him.

"Te he dicho que tu cabello se ve excelente, mi amada niña?" Did I tell you that your hair looks great, my beloved girl?

"Tal vez una o dos veces, mi hombre guapo." You said with a teasing smile on your face. You laid your hand on his broad chest, and he pulled you closer. Maybe once, or twice, my handsome man.

"Well, your hair looks absolutely perfect, my dear."

"Thank you. Are you finished, so we can go, we will be late if we do not go now."

"I'm finished." Carlos answered and you gave him a short nod. You wanted to take your bag, but carlos was faster and snatched it away from you. His motto was that he would carry everything for you.

You just shook your head and walked to the front door and putted your high heels on that fitted your dress perfectly. And seconds later, Carlos came down to put his shoes on.

Finished, you walked out of the door to carlos Ferrari, that was parked in front of the garage. He opened the passenger door for you and then closed it to walk to his side.

As he was in, he gave you your bag and started the motor, so you could drive. But before you drove, he gave putted your hair behind your ear and gave you a long kiss.

Then he drove to your destination, opened the door gentlemanlike for you, and you walked with your hands intertwined to the front door and carlos rang the bell.

Your friend opened the door and hugged you immediately, just as she wanted to stroke your hair, while you hugged, but you retreated back to carlos, and he told he that you didn't like to get your hair touched.

She understood and walked you to the table, who the people greeted you both. You sat down on the chair and leaned your side on carlos, who laid his hand on your shoulder.

The people at the table asked about your hair, what products you used and if they could touch your hair, but you always denied them and told them that you didn't like it.

As the people were engaged in their conversations, you looked at carlos with pleading eyes, and he instantly understood what you wanted. Carlos leaned down and gave you a kiss.

While you kissed, Carlos weaved his hand through your hair, curled his finger around your hair and stroked your hair. Carlos is and always will be the only one who can touch your hair.

"Have I told you that you have very beautiful hair, my princess?"

"Yes, my dear. Yes, you did"

#f1 #carlos sainz f1 #f1 fluff #formula 1 #formula one #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr

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fictional-character-obsessor · 25 days

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Carlos Sainz x Supermodel!Reader Social Media AU

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, reyesvdec and 1,890,790 others

tagged ferraristyle and scuderiaferrari

yourusername: This Barbie is a Ferrari girl 🐎🏎️

kellypiquet: 💕

anasainzvdec: Te extraño ❤️

↳ yourusername: Te amo Ani ❤️

carlossainz55: 💁🏼‍♀️

carlossainz55

liked by guzmandeman, robertomerhi and 1,450,567 others

carlossainz55: Días de descanso con familia y amigos para relajarse y recargar pilas. Ahora vuelta a los entrenos estos días para preparar bien la segunda mitad de la temporada. 💪🏻🌶️

A por todas scuderiaferrari!!

guzmandeman: ¡cabrón!

fan45: Is Y/N there?

↳ fan56: I think she is fan45 She posted on her story and she was in Majorca which is where Carlos and his family are

fan21: Give us some content Y/N!!!

holacom

liked by fan34, fan56 and 45,567 others

holacom: Esta semana en exclusiva en ¡HOLA!, las imágenes del piloto de F1 Carlos Sainz fue visto en un yate frente a la costa de Mallorca con familia y modelo y novia a largo plazo de siete años Y/N Y/L/N

fan87: Thank you holacom for feeding us content!

fan65: Y/N’s dyed her hair. She’s a brunette now!

fan24: Dad and mom energy

fan7: Old money vibes

fan56: Barbie Has a Great Day Every Day. Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him

yourprivateusername

liked by carlosprivateusername, blancasainz and 250 others

tagged carlosprivateusername

yourprivateusername: Dyed my hair brown in Majorca, changed my mind almost instantly 💆🏼‍♀️ #blondeshavemorefun

carlosprivateusername: Te amo tu pelo rubia mi amor 😍

↳ yourprivateusername: Te amo a ti también 😉

blancasainz: ¡Tu cabello rubio lo es todo!

↳ yourprivateusername: ❤️

anasainzvdec: Mi hermana 💕

↳ yourprivateusername: Ani!

yourusername

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tagged scuderiaferrari

yourusername: Quali and Race Day 🏁🏎️

alexandrasaintmleux: Belle 😍

↳ yourusername: Love you too! ❤️

carlossainz55: 🌶️❤️

↳ yourusername: 😉🥰

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 #ferrari #forza ferrari

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artzychic27 · 7 months

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Another random thought: Sparky and I have done a few of these, but I would love to see your take on the VK/AK kids meeting the Class of Heroes/Villainy gang, who are essentially alternate versions of their parents.

Roselle: *Squishing Ben's face* JULEKA! LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS! Don't you just wanna hug him?!

Julebeast: Sweetie, let him breathe... But, I agree, he is so fucking adorable.

Ben: Aw, thanks... This is gonna sound weird, but you remind me a lot of my parents.

Roselle: Well, as your stand-in parents for today-

Ben: I never agreed to that.

Roselle: We are going to tell you how your relationship with Mal is built upon lies.

Mireides/Juleficent: *Staring at Mal* ...

Mal: ...

Mireides: Let's uh... Let's never speak of this again.

Juleficent: That is completely fine with me.

Mal: Same.

King Marc: Well, I must say, your makeup work is resplendent. Your Prince is a lucky man.

Evie: Well, actually, I'm dating Dopey's son, Doug.

King Marc: ... You're joking, right?

Evie: No. He likes me for who I am and sees me for things other than my beauty.

King Marc: ... I don't understand the words you are saying. Does he see you for your vast riches?

Evie: No.

King Marc: Your royal status.

Evie: No! That's so shallow. He sees me for my intellect and my goal to become a successful fashion designer.

King Marc: ... Have you hit your head, dear?

Sleeping Nath: Look, I probably would have done the same.

Audrey: Really?

Sleeping Nath: Of course. Who wouldn't become a badass spell-caster with a just as badass song, and try to get revenge on the person who stole your significant other? And let me just say, you deserve so much better.

Audrey: Aaw! Thank you.

Sleeping Nath: No prob... *Falls asleep on the grass*

Audrey: ... I... Anyone?!... He just collapsed!

Gil: Dude! How much you bench?!

Kimton: How much does an oven weigh?

Gil: Awesome! You know, it's weird, you look a lot like my old man, down to the colors, and- Oh! Hey, babe!

Kimton: You've got a girlfriend?

Gil: Actually... *Harry makes his way over and kisses him on the cheek*

Harry: Hey, love. *Notices Kimton* Who's the musclehead?

Kimton: ...

Captain Reshma: I know, it's weird. But, queer pirates. * Taps Harry's hook with her own*

Uma: *Gripping on one Mylensula's tentacles* I'll ask again. Who's the most badass of the seven seas?

Mylensula: You are! Just let them go!

Darcy: *Putting Ivan Oogie in a headlock* I'll ask ya one more time, ya ant-stuffed potato sack! Who's the true scare master! HUH?!

Ivan Oogie: *Screaming* YOUR DAD!

Darcy: Yeah, that's right, he is! Don't YOU forget it!

Doctor Cabello: I've gotta say, sugar, your taste in fashion is impeccable.

Celia: Hey, you're not so bad yourself. Your shadow's got some spunk to it, though. But, I've gotta know, why are you dating that holy roller?

Doctor Cabello: I like to see him get all worked up whenever I "sin."

Celia: Okay, valid.

Zoé: You, uh... You really live up to your name.

Chad: What's that supposed to mean?

Zoé: Oh, nothing.

Carlos: JAY! HIDE ME! *Hides behind Jay while he's talking to Jafadrien*

Jafadrien: Wow. Rude much?

Jay: Bud, what's going on?

Carlos: I'm being chased by an evil, malevolent creature!

Jafadrien: *Looks to where he's pointing* That'sss jussst Mari. And she'sss more sssadissstic than malevolent, but you're on the right track.

Jay: Whoa, she looks like your mom.

Carlos: That's why I'm running!

Fairy GodBro: So, you're this world's version of me.

Fairy GodMother: You bippidi boppidi better believe it!

Fairy GodBro: Oh my gosh! You do that too?! Does it annoy everyone else?

Fairy GodMother: It's why I keep saying it.

Fairy GodBro: Oh, you and I are gonna have some fun.

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #class of heroes #class of villainy #mlb ocs #mlb au #mirrorverse #answered ask #ask me stuff #descendants

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lecsainz · 10 months

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ׄ ᝰ race strategy — driver + trope and i’ll make a short playlist!

carlos + romantic dinner date

✩ I'm not sure if it turned out the way you wanted cause I think it was more like songs that I think would play during the date, I can't explain it so sorry 😭

✩ buuuut I hope that u like babe 💗

romantic dinner date with carlos — issimpossible to ignore u

✶ obvious by ariana grande all my love, all my love is free ain't no price on my loyalty no shit, got me right where you want me, baby could I be more obvious?

⟡ company by justin bieber can we, we keep, keep each other company? oh, maybe we can be, be each other's company

✶ into it by camila cabello I can't make sense of nothing and words just get in the way this couch is getting smaller but it's my favorite place don't even ask the question you know what I'm gonna say I'm into it

⟡ late night talking by harry styles wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby we've been doin' all this late night talking

✶ maroon by taylor swift the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so scarlet it was maroon

⟡ nervous by shawn mendes you got me acting like l've never done this before I promise l'Il be ready when I walk through the door and I don't know why no, I don't know why yeah I get a little bit nervous

#🥳. — 1k celebration !#carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #🎧. playlist recs ! ⋆ ࣪.*#romantic dinner date

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senig-fandom · 6 months

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Lo que yo creo.

Sur y Alemania caminaban por el bosque, hasta llegar a una cueva.

-Me sorprende mucho lo bien oculta que esta este lugar

-Si bueno, aun así siempre termino con visitas no deseadas.

Ambos entran a la cueva, la cual Sur ilumina con una antorcha, adentrándose aún más a la cueva, llegando al final de esta. Sur recoge algunas ramas y las acomoda alrededor para luego encenderlas con la antorcha y hacer aún más iluminación.

Alemania abre los ojos, observando un altar hecho de rocas, hojas y madera, incluyendo a una familia de osos que dormían junto al altar.

-¿Y ellos?

-Oh, aparecieron una vez en una tormenta, peleamos un rato, los eche de mi hogar, pero pasaron unas cosas que me hicieron irme un tiempo y ellos se apoderaron del lugar, así que hicimos un pacto y ahora compartimos cueva.

-jejejeje, típico de ti, nunca ¿nada sale como quieres he?

-Sí, aunque por ahora solamente están aquí por su hijo….

-¿Hijo?

-Tras la tormenta, una de sus crías murió en un rio, lo único que queda es un pedazo de su pelaje.

-¿Cómo encontraron ese pelaje?

-Yo lo encontré, el pequeño apareció, me arrastro fuera de la cueva y me guio, ahora ellos siempre que pongo ese pelaje rodean el altar….

Alemania observa a la familia, Sur tenía razón, todos solamente olfatean y rodean el área del pedazo de pelaje, que aunque es minúsculo, ellos lo ven como a su pequeño bebe.

-Bueno, no te traje aquí para que te interesaras por los problemas de la naturaleza, te traje aquí, para que pongas esa foto en el altar.

-No sé por qué acepte esto…-Alemania rasca la parte superior de su cabeza.

-Bueno ya es demasiado tarde para arrepentirte, así que pon al desgraciado allí.

-je, imbécil…-Alemania saca una fotos guardada en su billetera, en ella se muestra a un chico joven, con un rostro serio, Alemania la coloca en medio del altar, junto a otras fotos o piezas que pertenecían a otras personas.

-Míralo, allí está, por fin rodeado de más gente como él lo hubiera querido…

-Si…Sur, dime de nuevo, ¿Qué significa este altar para ti?…

-Bueno…comúnmente lo hago para recordar a los que se fueron, otras veces tal vez para castigarme, recordándome que nunca pude salvar a ninguno de ellos…Clara, Juan, Diego, Mónica, Gloria, Luis, Enrique, Ernesto, Carlos, 201, Ale…-Se detiene al nombrar a la siguiente persona-bueno, todos ellos…-Sur evita la mirada unos segundos y luego vuelve a ver el altar- Abecés quiero creer que ellos volverán y que mis ojos los verán…pero como todos los años, ellos o apresen…así que creo que lo hago como un castigo.

-Sí, eso creí que responderías…

Ambos guardan silencio unos minutos y Alemania prosigue.

-Desde mucho tiempo, creí que ver su foto era lo mismo para mí, mi hermano mayor…el murió en manos de la URSS, así que me auto castigue viendo su foto todo el tiempo, creyendo que tal vez algún día me perdone por llegar tarde por él.

-Hey Ale, no digas eso, Berlín…

-Se lo que dijo Berlín, pero, yo era muy pequeño y tonto en ese tiempo, todo lo que tenía lo perdí por culpa de mi familia, mi bisabuelo, mi abuelo, mi padre, todo por poder, por una raza, ahora, yo soy la imagen del odio mundial, por culpa de ellos. Y la culpa me lleno, cuando perdí a mi hermano, todo callo sobre mí, toda esperanza, pero ahora…-Mira a Sur unos segundos y vuelve a mirar el altar, mirando fijamente la foto de su hermano mayor-creo que puedo volver a recuperarme, poco a poco, al igual que tú puedes hacerlo.

-Si es lo que crees…por lo menos, puedes pensar que URSS murió por lo mismo, tanto tu padre como el eran unos monstruos disfrazados, ambos eran iguales, con los mismos ideales, ambos eran unos enfermos masoquistas…- Alemania escupe un poco y luego ríe.

-Sí, y peor aún, mi hermano se parecía a papá, cabello negro ojos azules, URSS ese enfermo, con solo recordar lo que le hizo, me alegra que falleciera de hambre el idiota.

-jejejeje, sí, mi hermano hizo que el muriera de hambre mientras salvaba a Rusia y a los demás.

-Es lo único que le agradeceré a Centro…

-Oye, tiene sus razones para odiarte, después de aquello.

-Sí, bueno, intento cambiar su opinión, pero creo que no lo hago muy bien

-Algún día lo logras.

-Bueno, no sé si lo hagan en tu tradición, pero si me permites rezar un poco por mi hermano…-Lo mira un poco como si le suplicara.

-Claro, adelante, nunca le quitaría a nadie su forma de honrar a los suyos, Japón, hace esa cosa llamada dagaza o algo así, aunque no estoy seguro si lo que hace tiene un nombre…-Alemania ríe, y empieza arrodillarse frente al altar, juntando sus manos, y cerrando los ojos.

Sur, lo miraba atentamente con una sonrisa, pero al levantar la mirada, observa la foto del hermano de Alemania, la cual parecía tener color, y aparecía una sonrisa y unos ojos llenos de orgullo para su hermano menor, Sur sacude la cabeza y rasca sus ojos, y al volver a mirar, la foto seguía normal, a lo cual sur se dio un pequeño golpe en la cabeza y solo espero a que Alemania terminara.

Alemania se levanta y observa a Sur, a lo que este lo empieza a acomodar ciertos aperitivos y cosas de cada persona para que se alimenten, para luego guiar a Alemania a fuera de la cueva.

-Sabes Sur, pensaba en lo que dijiste antes, que los que amas no aparecen frente a tus ojos, creo yo que en realidad no aparecen porque ellos saben que estas bien, y si llegan a aparecer, se volverán tu guía para salir del abismo. Por darte una idea, en algunos otros países, se cree que las almas se vuelven cualquier cosa para salvarte, desde animales, plantas u otras personas, y que aunque no te des cuenta, ellos te ven todo el tiempo. Perdón, es lo que yo creo… no lo tomes en serio.

-Está bien, creo que es una forma de verlo también, al fin y al cabo, es un mundo muy grande y hay muchas posibilidades.

-Sí, eso creo también.

-Bueno, basta de melancolías y tristeza, es Día de Muertos y ellos no querrán vernos tristes, además ya es hora que nosotros también nos atragantemos con algo, que tal si vamos por unas cervezas y comida, tengo un lugar prefecto para comer y beber hasta desmayarse…

-Jajaja, dudo que tu cerveza me haga desmayarme.

-HEY! Si no lo hace la cerveza lo hare yo con algún palo.

-No me vayas a golpear, imbécil.

-Dímelo cuando lo haga, pendejo.

Ambos salían y desaprecian por uno de los portales de Sur, pero en las afueras de la cueva, una luz naranja rodeaba la cueva, saliendo de ellas un montón de personas, y un oso, incluyendo un joven de cabellos negros y una sonrisa en su rostro, mirando fuera de la cueva hacia la dirección en la que se fueron Alemania y Sur, para luego, la luz Naranja desaparece, dejando vacío el altar que antes estaba lleno de alimentos.

Después Sur regaño a los osos creyendo que ellos se comieron todo… OvOu

#alemex #countryhumans #countryhumans méxico #senig063 #countryhumansméxico #countryhuamns méxico sur #senig

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helgathompson · 13 days

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Miopía

Aquel día, Carlos caminaba en la avenida, distraído, cuando se cruzó con una figura que le pareció familiar. Algún detalle, el color del cabello, la gabardina, el perfume quizás, lo detuvo. “¿Será mi vecina, la nena del piso doce?” Miró atrás, pensativo.

La señora también dio la vuelta para verlo a la distancia. Sonrió. Carlos se enamoró. Se saludaron de la mano y cada uno siguió su camino.

Ella pensó que era insólito toparse con su doctor por ahí. Pero esta estatura de gigante panzón con greña roja era inconfundible.

La semana siguiente, la señora llamó el consultorio para sacar cita. Le tenían mala noticia:

–Que pena, estimada. El doctor falleció hace tres meses. ¿Le agendo cita con su colega?

En cuanto a Carlos, nunca volvió a ver su vecina.

#cuento #relato #historia

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welcometololaland · 11 months

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Hii!

Oh my god, BeautifulHigh keeps bragging about your works for the 911LS fandom and told me you wrote a Tennis AU! The Tennis fandom is my main fandom rn so I love seeing my current obsessions overlap. And then you reblogged the Fedal post and this makes me so happy. Did you watch Tennis for a time? I'm gonna read your AU soon and I'm so excited! Love the 911LS series so much, I am having a blast watching it atm. Anyway, I'm looking forward to reading your fic(s)! Have a lovely evening/day! 💛💛💛💛

Well, first up I just want to say thank you to @beautifulhigh for the recommendation - that's very kind! also, you probably already know this, but Jen leaves the most nuanced, thoughtful and thought-provoking comments and I'm very grateful to her for that! I feel like these kind of comments help me think deeper about my writing and improve it!

Another tennis enthusiast!!! I loved that Fedal post - I see you are a Casper Ruud fan. Don't blame you for that 😂 he's kind of adorable??? I've watched some of his interviews and just want to cuddle him. Also, will be getting around him for the RG final!

I've been high key obsessed with Rafa since I first saw him play at the AO in like...around 2007 maybe? It's gotten so bad I can't watch him play because I get too anxious, so I guess it's good that retirement is looming lol. Right now, I'm watching a lot of Carlos Alcaraz - he's an amazing young player (obviously disappointed in the recent result, but oh well). Maybe it's a thing for Spanish players, who can say 😂 I also have a bit soft spot for Coco Gauff.

I did write a Tarlos tennis AU - actually, there's a sequel and a prompt fill series as well because I got a bit carried away. I love that universe, and I always go back to it wanting to write a random missing scene or something! No real life tennis players are in the fic (aside from the odd mention) but I did write in a lot of inspired OCs. For example, Alejandro Cabello in the fic is based on Carlos Alcaraz.

One of my favourite things about the fic is the social media interactions. I had help from @rmd-writes and @queen-saltyfries creating these tweets that commentate some of the matches. Ben Rothenberg is included 😂 It gets very meta at times...for example, TK at one point decides to do some interesting google searching.

ANYWAY I've rambled too much. This is what tennis does to me!!! I hope you enjoy your day / night wherever in the world you are and thank you for the ask! lovely to meet you 💜

#tarlos tennis au #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #soronya tag

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latorredeastronomia · 10 months

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Ella es la favorita, la que canta en la zona

Se mueve en su cadera como un barco en las olas

Tiene los pies descalzos como un niño que adora

Y sus cabellos largos son un sol que te antoja

Le gusta que le digan que es la niña, la Lola

Le gusta que la miren cuando ella baila sola

Le gusta más la casa, que no pasen las horas

Gracias Shaki, James te hubiera amado.

(Créditos de las imágenes a quien corresponda)

#james potter #merodeadores #harry potter #jegulus #james x regulus #Spotify

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kevotsuka · 3 months

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Gracias por taggearme @42bakery orz orz orz

(pasé tres minutos pensando si hacerlo en español o en inglés, ganó la vagancia)

List 3 ships you like: lucalex, ranmitsu y kokoinu (mis otps máximas y mis razones para fingir demencia de mi docs y no entro desde hace como dos meses)

First ship ever: Charlie y Marv (yo recuerdo pensar que eran novios y que el hermano de Marv odiaba a Charlie por eso uu)

Last song you heard: Zinfandel de Erni Lu ! Mi canción favorita de 'voy a arruinar nuestra amistad' plz

(de hecho estaba escuchando esta playlist que es mi favorita de toda la vida)

Last film you watched: El Angel (2018) - tiene todo lo que amo: un twink de cabello rizado con un arma, escenas homoeróticas y estar basado en una historia real (está en prime video! y en yt con subs inglés)

Que bonito mi niño <3

Favorite childhood book: Mi Libro de Historias Biblicas. Ni siquiera soy testigo de Jehová, pero crecí leyendo ese libro y marco la persona en la que me he convertido hoy en día (quien diría que podía recitar de memoria algunos capítulos y hoy en día leo historias sobre vatos en cuero con homofobia internalizada...)

Currently reading: Después del día 10 de Carlos Paez Rodríguez (y todos los libros relacionados con la tragedia de los andes...)

Currently watching: no veo series lo siento orz

Currently consuming: Galletitas de Vainilla

Currently craving: morir-

No @ a nadie perdón orzz (porque la gente que conozco ya ha sido taggeada antes orzz)

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vettelsvee · 4 days

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MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT POLL 2

the poll time hasn't even finished but it's more than obvious that you want me to post first taylor's version of my f1 drivers short stories for my tortured poets department!

remember we'll have sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, max verstappen, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, george russell and mick schumacher short stories with all taylor swift, one direction (group and solo) and camila cabello songs!

if you wanna give ideas you'd like to read about for a certain song, you can tell me as well requesting!

also, in case you wanna be tagged on the taglist don't forget to tell me on my posts, dm or requests!

i'll be posting eras from most voted to least voted, so let's the hunger games begin with one last poll for now:

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daintyinsider · 3 months

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Reading List - Lista para Leer

Aves sin nido Clorinda Matto de Turner

Dom Casmurro Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Ariel José Enrique Rodó

El Moto Joaquin Garcia Monge

La amada inmóvil Amado Nervo

Desolación Gabriela Mistral

La señorita Etcétera Arqueles Vela

La vorágine José Eustasio Rivera

Doña Bárbara Rómulo Gallegos

Cuentos de Amor, de Locura y de Muerte Horacio Quiroga

Other selected works

Isabel Allende, “Dos palabras”

Anónimo, “Romance de la pérdida de Alhama”

Anónimo, Lazarillo de Tormes (Prólogo; Tratados 1, 2, 3, 7)

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, Rima LIII (“Volverán las oscuras golondrinas”)

Jorge Luis Borges, “Borges y yo”

Jorge Luis Borges, “El Sur”

Julia de Burgos, “A Julia de Burgos”

Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quijote (Primera parte, capítulos 1–5, 8 y 9; Segunda parte, capítulo 74)

Julio Cortázar, “La noche boca arriba”

Hernán Cortés, “Segunda carta de relación” (selecciones)

Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, “Hombres necios que acusáis”

Rubén Darío, “A Roosevelt”

Don Juan Manuel, Conde Lucanor, Exemplo XXXV (“De lo que aconteció a un mozo que casó con una mujer muy fuerte y muy brava”)

Osvaldo Dragún, El hombre que se convirtió en perro

Carlos Fuentes, “Chac Mool”

Federico García Lorca, La casa de Bernarda Alba

Federico García Lorca, “Prendimiento de Antoñito el Camborio en el camino de Sevilla”

Gabriel García Márquez, “El ahogado más hermoso del mundo”

Gabriel García Márquez, “La siesta del martes”

Garcilaso de la Vega, Soneto XXIII (“En tanto que de rosa y azucena”)

Luis de Góngora, Soneto CLXVI (“Mientras por competir con tu cabello”)

Nicolás Guillén, “Balada de los dos abuelos”

José María Heredia, “En una tempestad”

Miguel León-Portilla, Visión de los vencidos (dos secciones: “Los presagios, según los informantes de Sahagún” y “Se ha perdido el pueblo mexica”)

Antonio Machado, “He andado muchos caminos”

José Martí, “Nuestra América”

Rosa Montero, “Como la vida misma”

Nancy Morejón, “Mujer negra”

Pablo Neruda, “Walking around”

Emilia Pardo Bazán, “Las medias rojas”

Francisco de Quevedo, Salmo XVII (“Miré los muros de la patria mía”)

Horacio Quiroga, “El hijo”

Tomás Rivera, . . . y no se lo tragó la tierra (dos capítulos: “... y no se lo tragó la tierra” y “La noche buena”)

Juan Rulfo, “No oyes ladrar los perros”

Alfonsina Storni, “Peso ancestral”

Tirso de Molina, El burlador de Sevilla y convidado de piedra

Sabine Ulibarrí, “Mi caballo mago”

Miguel de Unamuno, San Manuel Bueno, mártir

#lista para leer #catholic #feminine #reading list #Spanish reading list #spanish #reading #books to read #classic books

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vlp-wrtng-prctcs · 1 year

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Lo único que nos une

Esto puede considerarse una especie de universo alterno (au), donde Tulio y Bodoque nunca llegaron a conocerse desde infantes, por lo que muchos aspectos que facilitaban su relación no existe aquí; no obstante, de alguna forma u otra, ellos estaban destinados a conocerse sin importar las circunstancias.

Además, definitivamente es divertido escribir pensando en Bodoque y Cindy como "amigos".

Aprovecharé que de todos modos es más una práctica que una idea seria al 100% para subirla aquí. Para que el blog no pesque polvo. Además, que sirva para que el culpable que me tiene en este vicio reconozca que creó un monstruo /j.

No eran precisamente amigos, en realidad, ni siquiera se toleraban lo suficiente para llamarse como tal; ella no comprendía sus obsesiones y manías, por su parte, siempre la consideró como una mujer extremadamente loca. Pero ambos tenían algo en común: la habilidad para reconocer algo de otros que necesitan para salir adelante; Cindy era una mujer lista como hermosa, al grado que si no fuera por su obsesión con el compromiso y el amor genérico, hubiese considerado salir con ella una semana entera, pero estar cerca suyo provocó que otras chicas, con ideas similares, cedieran a sus encantos y dotes románticos que se extinguieron apenas la situación lo ameritaba. Ella por su lado sabía cómo aprovechar las “incidencias” miserables que conformaban su día a día. O al menos eso era lo que suponía después de que su desgracia se convirtió en una especie de fortuna ajena.

No obstante, aún con ese acuerdo silencioso de sacarse provecho mutuo, no existía un motivo real para ser descritos como cercanos, por más que la gente externa tratase de hacer una conexión, jamás existió algo que realmente los uniera.

Hasta que llegó él.

Bodoque en un principio consideró ridículo e innecesario la presentación de la nueva pareja que ahora acompañaba del brazo a la mujer, no por el hecho de que ni siquiera existía una formalidad para siquiera fingir interés sino que, apenas visualizó a la figura alta, la repulsión fue de inmediata.

Ni siquiera en gustos podían llegar a coincidir.

Tulio Triviño era inicialmente todas las cosas que odiaba en una persona, el conjunto de las virtudes que la sociedad proporciona de forma injusta; sumado a ello en que era un imbécil en toda la extensión de la palabra. Su interacción inicial no pasó los 60 minutos y Juan Carlos decidió que, si alguna otra vez tenían que convivir, se arrancaría el cabello uno por uno para tratar de no volverse loco. Cosa que no pasaría. No estaba dispuesto a enfrentarse a otra situación tan incómoda y asquerosa.

Pero la suerte nunca le ha sonreído, ni en las apuestas ni en su día a día.

No se encontraron una segunda, ni tercera, ni cuarta vez…lo hicieron un total de 10 veces antes de que finalmente comenzara a ceder ante la idea de que no era tan desagradable. Tulio realmente tenía un carisma casi asfixiante, además de ser completamente expresivo, no existía algo que no le arrancara la más mínima reacción, a su vez, aquella personalidad extrovertida lo llevaba a nunca esconderse, al contrario, Tulio no temía a ser el centro de atención, con o sin burlas, podía destacarse en una fiesta incluso si no era quien tomaba la iniciativa de animarla. Y, si no fuera suficiente la ironía de la vida, Tulio iba en contra de las cosas por las cuales lo juzgó en un inicio.

Era un ególatra natural empero reconocía las cosas buenas de los otros, sin sentirse intimidado por dicho reconocimiento, tampoco enloquecía con el poder que da el dinero, al grado que muchas veces, cuando ellos se volvieron “cercanos”, no se sintió intimidado a pedir prestado. Inclusive pudo deshacerse de las descripciones fantasiosas que Cindy le hizo creer al darse cuenta que, en realidad, el hombre de cabello casi platinado no era exactamente un ser puro devoto al cariño y al amor. Poseía un humor terrible, torcido en su mayoría, tanto que los chistes por las cuales generalmente era juzgado se compartieron con risas descaradas que obligaban a otros a voltear a verlos.

Ninguno se inmutó por eso, lo que fue casi un alivio.

Por supuesto, no se dejó impresionar, por más méritos que se acreditasen a su nombre, existen mil otras razones por las cuales desconfiar; había vivido suficientes tragedias para entender que la prevención es la mejor manera de salir ileso.

Entonces llegó el día en que esa misma prevención fue puesta a prueba.

Había comenzado con un mensaje de texto, donde las conversaciones sin profundidad ganaron terreno hasta convertirse en una estructura tan compleja que, en algún punto, acabó compartiendo parte de su proyecto, como si el individuo al otro lado del celular realmente entendiera las implicaciones del estudio pese a no ejercer más el papel de estudiante.

«Puedo llevarte hasta ahí» era el ofrecimiento inicial, que se convirtió casi en una insistencia cuando trató de oponerse en los siguientes mensajes.

Al final del día, la aceptación se hizo inevitable cuando la distancia, el dinero y los recursos propios se debatieron internamente.

«No llegues tarde, papanatas, esto es importante» exigió, siendo entre los dos quienes más retrasaba sus encuentros conforme más cercanos se volvieron. Ya sea por su propia tendencia alejar a las personas o por la poca sutileza de su contraria quien, al ser espectadora de la evolución que poseían, mencionó, entre advertencia y una burla, que parecían volverse casi la sombra del otro.

Lo que lo llevó a un conflicto que se negó a compartir incluso a su consciente.

Más lo inevitable los abordó entre los árboles, sentenciándoles a desviarse del camino, provocando la sensación de estar caminando en círculos que se volvían cada vez más extensos. Finalmente decidieron rendirse cuando las piernas de ambos se rehusaron a siquiera dar otra vuelta en busca del tan ansiado tesoro.

Estar perdidos en la naturaleza era terrible, en especial cuando la única compañía que hay a su alrededor no parece estar encantado con la idea de ensuciar su ropa con la sucia tierra.

Bodoque no puede evitar burlarse con descaro. ―Eres patético. No puedo creer que nos hayas perdido, serías el peor scout Apumanque de la historia, habría una leyenda con tú nombre ―expulsa con un ligero toque de veneno, deteniéndose cuando lo ve mirarlo con cierta vergüenza.

―Lo fui.

Parpadea, observando como lleva su mano a su nuca, sobándola con tal dedicación que el mismo puede sentir el ardor de su piel.

O podría ser el sol que se filtra entre los árboles.

―…Yo soy el niño que se perdió a 10 minutos del campamento, no era exactamente el mejor scout de todos. No soy exactamente alguien de naturaleza ―no hay palabras para darle un pésame, ni siquiera cree estar escuchando una falla con tanta claridad. ―La única insignia que me gané fue el de la honestidad. ¡Y ni siquiera la quería! Me la dieron después de intentar mentir sobre quien quemó por accidente la comida de mi compañero de actividad, pero solo acabé confesándome. Así que se lamentaban de no tener a su scout estrella con ellos para salvarlos.

Un puchero se remarca con tanta fuerza que Bodoque siente que está viendo a un niño hacer rabieta.

El silencio entre ellos solo permite que la naturaleza se burle del gran simio que tiene enfrente.

―Tranquilo, Tulio. Para tú suerte, fui el mejor de mi tropa, nos sacaré de aquí y me deberás un gran favor.

A las dos horas fue Cindy quien realmente los rescató, apenas centrándose en su persona cuando se dirigió a su pareja, quien a pesar de recibir distintos tipos de reclamos no pareciera estar afectado por ellos, como si no la estuviera escuchando en realidad pese a la gran concentración que parecía estar dedicándole.

Dispuesto a alejarse del ambiente amoroso, recoge su mochila para comenzar su caminata en el sentido contrario, siendo detenido por una voz que sorprende a más de uno de los involucrados.

―¡Bodoque! ¿A dónde crees que vas? Te dije que te llevaría a casa si sobrevivíamos a esto.

La mirada de Cindy eran como como dos dagas filosas tentadas a perforarlo si daba un paso en falso.

―Hubieras iniciado con eso, amigo.

Por suerte, ellos apenas tienen algo en común para que siquiera le importe esa advertencia.

#31 minutos #tulio triviño #juan carlos bodoque #cindy miraflores #fanfic #practice writing #alternate universe

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