#el novio series

[hoodharlow]

Un Ratito

AN: I'm sorry

Requested? Literally people requested I DON'T write this lol

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 3.7k words

Claudia bounced on the ball of her feet checking the double doors open every few seconds to reveal the passengers that landed. The band was flying from Seattle to San Francisco for their show in Concord that was just forty minutes away from them. She was excited. She hasn't seen Calum in what felt like forever. When 5sos finished their European leg of tour, he stayed in London for a few days to be with Mali and his niece since Felix flew out to New York for a conference. 

He missed Claudia's graduation, but she understood that he hadn’t seen Mali and baby Maia when he was in London for tour because their schedules conflicted. After that he and the band went to Mexico. When they came back, Claudia had moved her things to their new home in the Bay Area. 

She spotted the Eminem bleached blonde walk through the doors. 

"Cal!" She called to him as she took off running. 

She wrapped her arms around him. She felt Calum's arms tighten around as he buried his face on her neck. She gave him an extra squeeze before breaking their hug. She pressed their foreheads together and draped her arms around shoulders, pulling him to a kiss. 

"Hey." He said softly, tenderly rubbing his thumb on her cheek.

"Hi." She smiled shyly. 

"Oi, lovebirds are you done? Some of us have to get to our hotel." Ashton yelled. 

"I told y'all you could have stayed at our place." Claudia sassed him, going around to hug the guys. She grinned at Luke. "We're gonna need to have a chat because Danny said you didn't do as planned."

"She said yes, that's all that matters." Luke shrugged, alluding to his impromptu proposal to Gia.

"I guess." She playfully rolled her eyes. 

"What time is soundcheck?" Calum asked once it was time for the group to separate so he and Claudia could head home.

Ashton replied with a sarcastic remark but with time Calum needed to be there. 

Claudia guided Calum to the parking lot and waited for him to pack his luggage in the car. She pulled him to her for a quick makeout session. She smiled into his lips as his stomach grumbled. 

"Okay let's get home so we can have breakfast." She said pulling away and rounding over to the driver's side. 

"What I want to eat is already here." He said in a flirty tone.

"Get in, you can have me however you want at home." 

Calum chuckled, knowing that he can still make her flustered. He got in her car. She smoothly pulled out of the parking spot and followed the signs to the exit. 

"Did you take lessons while I was away?" He asked her in a teasing tone, making note of her improved driving skills. 

"No, I'm scared to drive normally." She confessed.

"Are you excited to finally go to an official 5sos concert?" He asked changing the subject.

"Obvio, I can finally have the y/n experience that fifteen year old me deserved." She said as a matter of fact. "So you better notice me in the pit singing my ass off to Babylon."

"I'll look for you when I sing Wildflower." He winked at her.

Claudia grinned and continued driving. The rest of the way home they caught each other up on their lives the past few months. They talked everyday but it felt more personal now that they were in the same space. But the more she listened to Calum talk about the band and their upcoming album rollout, an uneasy feeling began forming in the pit of her stomach. For now she suppressed it. All she cared about now was that he was home. 

*

"As much as I would love for your to fuck me in the couch, I don't want Bali to watch us." Claudia mumbled against Calum's lips. 

He looked over his shoulder and found their six month old boxer sitting on her bed, happily staring at them with her tail wagging. He sighed dramatically, pushing himself up. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. 

"Which one is our room?" He asked her. 

"The one on the end of the hall." She pointed behind her. 

Calum nodded and swiftly carried them into their bedroom. He gently set her down on the bed and they continued where they left off. He gently pushed her against the bed and deepened the kiss. He slipped one of his hands in her shirt, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. Claudia shifted around as she laid on her back to get more comfortable, but she couldn't. Calum took note and pulled away. 

"Sorry," she sighed, "I really want to…"

"Claudia, you don't have to explain yourself." Calum said, brushing some curls off her face.

"I know, but it's been months since we've been together. I wanna make it up." Claudia pouted, crossing her arms. 

"All I care about is that I have you here with me." He said leaning down to kiss her. He pulled away. "I'm gonna shower so we can head out. Join me?" 

"I showered this morning." She shook her head apologetically. "I'm gonna take Bali out to go potty." 

"Alright." He nodded. 

Claudia rolled off the bed and slipped on her sneakers. She made her way to the entrance and clicked on the leash on Bali's harness. She wrestled the six month old puppy and they left. They wandered around their neighborhood for a while until Bali decided that she wasn't in the mood to get number two. 

On the walk back Claudia imagined herself in a few weeks, once the tour was over, with Calum walking hand in hand around their neighborhood. In the few weeks she's been here, she got acquainted with the place. She knew that the Sunday morning farmer's market, the latine owned coffee shop that sold the best conchas she's ever had and the señora a few streets down that sold tortillas and chicharrones. There was even a small Australian grocery store. It had everything her and Calum needed. And all that mattered was that they had each one another. And nothing could change that. 

"Cal, we're back." Claudia announced when she and Bali returned from their walk. 

He didn't answer. Claudia could hear the shower running. She went to the kitchen and got the chocoflan she made for him the night before ready. On the counter Calum's phone flashed. He had a habit of having his phone on silent but with the flash on when he was in the studio. It flashed a few more times, annoying Claudia. 'Who could be blowing up his phone?' She thought to herself. She picked it up and walked it to their room.

"Cal, your–"

'I landed in LA.'

'Thanks for flying me out. I had the best night with you.'

'Hopefully we can see each other in a few days'

Claudia felt her heart break into a million pieces right then and there. Of all the things she imagined, she never expected Calum to ever cheat on her. She looked at the contact name, praying he wasn't dumb enough to have the number saved.

Jocelyn. 

"What's up?" Calum asked her, drying his hair with a towel. 

She didn't say anything. She set his phone down on the bed and walked out. Calum reached for it and saw the messages. He cursed and followed her out to the kitchen. 

"Claudia let me–"

"THREE FUCKING YEARS! AND WITH HER OF ALL FUCKING PEOPLE?!" She cried. 

"If you let–"

"Get the fuck out! I never want to ever see you. You're a pathetic excuse of a man, Calum. If you have one ounce of respect left for me, you would leave right now." She said coldly. 

"Claudia…"

"Go."

Calum grabbed his bag from the entrance way and left the place. There was a coffee shop a few blocks down and he ordered an Uber to take him to Concord where their concert was taking place. 

He really fucked up and if he was in Claudia’s shoes she also wouldn't want to hear what he had to say. Not that what he had to say was any better but it would at least prove to her that he didn't cheat on her. 

On the ride over, he changed the contact name back to Ashton. When he arrived at the venue, he went straight to the greenroom and found his best friend who was with Luke and Michael. 

"We agreed not to go with the plan." Calum sneered at the oldest of the group. "I was going to talk to her first."

"What plan?" Michael asked.

"Excuse me," Luke mumbled, standing up to answer his phone. 

"Would talking to her have made a difference?" Ashton snapped.

"Yes! It would fucking mean I still have a fucking girlfriend!" Calum yelled. 

"What is going on?" Michael frowned.

Luke came back and slammed the door shut. "I just got off the phone with Gia. She's at Claudia's place because apparently you fucking cheated on her."

"You cheated on Claudia!" Michael exclaimed. 

"No, it's a fucking misunderstanding." Calum sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. 

"You better fucking explain yourself because Gia thinks I hid this shit from her." Luke said angrily. 

Calum grabbed a water bottle from the cooler and took a generous sip. "After we filmed the Blender video with Claudia, I got a call from management. They basically said that as much as they like Claudia and how she's helped us stay relevant, she's holding us back. And that we'd be more profitable if I went back to the single one of the group when the album came out. So me and Ashton were thinking of faking that I was cheating so she'd break up." He turned to Ashton. "But I realized it was a stupid idea and I was planning on talking to Claudia about it first."

"You could have told us what management said. We are as much part of this band as you are, mate." Michael said, disappointed.

"You do remember Gia's dad is a manager. He could have helped us find some sort of solution, but you two," Luke gestured between Calum and Ashton, "decided to go behind our backs and try to fix it."

"When you say it like that…" Ashton trailed off.

"What the band does doesn't just affect us. It affects everyone we know. We can't just keep shit to ourselves and not tell the rest what's going on." He said. "I'm going to call Gia and try to fix this."

Luke walked out followed by Michael, leaving the idiots of the rhythm section. Ashton was busy on his phone as if he just didn't ruin Calum's relationship with Claudia. Calum pulled out his phone and texted Claudia but the call wouldn't go through. He tried searching for her on Instagram and her accounts wouldn't appear. He tried with his finsta and no luck on that end. He just hoped Luke was able to get through to Gia so he could talk to Claudia. If she didn't want anything to do with him, he just wanted her to know that he didn't cheat on her. He would never do that to her, especially with her.

***

It had been four days since Claudia saw Calum. Four days since her world had been flipped over. Four days since she lost faith and trust in the man she's loved for three years. And now she has to face him one last time. 

She was in LA for the weekend to pack her things from his place. She would have gone earlier but she was busy with her school training. She was grateful to have her mind distracted or she would have lost her mind spiraling, wondering why Calum would pretend to be cheating on her. 

"Claudia, Junior is here." Danny said, poking his head in the guest room she was in. "Fair warning, our birth giver is here too."

"No mames." Claudia sighed. 

She wasn't ready to face her mom. Truthfully she'd been avoiding Soni. She was in a whatsapp group chat with Joy and Zulema, Felix's mom. Her and Joy were both caught off guard to hear the news that their children broke up through Zulema and not their children. 

"Sebas woke up in a good mood so he's distracting her if you wanna make a run for it." Danny said. 

"Thanks." Claudia nodded.

She made eye contact with her oldest brother and quietly made it through the front door. 

"What's the woman that gave birth to us doing here?" Claudia asked Junior as she slipped on her Docs. 

"She wanted to make sure you got all of her Tupperware and Princess House ollas and casuelas from Calum's house." He shrugged. 

"You told her?" She whisper-yelled. 

"Obviously, mensa. Her and apá were confused why I was doing yet another road trip to San Francisco and doing a pit stop in LA. It was either her or dad." 

"Claudia, ¿no vas a saludar a tu madre?" Soni asked. 

"Hi mami!" She said, hugging her. 

"Hola mi vida." Her mom said, giving her an extra squeeze. "Why didn't you call me when you and Calum broke up?"

"Amá, what did we say on the drive over?" Junior reminded their mom.

"It's okay, Junior. I'm just not ready to talk about it." Claudia said. "Danny we'll be back en un rato."

"Tienes la key? We're going to Luke and Gia's for lunch." Danny asked her. "Call me if you need anything." 

Claudia nodded. She followed Junior and their mom out to the driveway and into her brother's truck. She texted Calum that she was on her way to his place. When they pulled up to his place she asked Junior and Soni to drop her off because she had to talk to Calum in private and wait for her in a cafe a few blocks down from his house. They were hesitant but agreed, telling her to call them when she was done. 

Claudia rang the doorbell and Calum answered right away. It took every fiber in her body not to run into his arms and beg for him back, but she couldn't. She respected herself a little more than she loved him. 

"Hey," he said, stepping aside to let her in. 

"Hi." She mumbled. 

They quietly made their way to the kitchen. Claudia took a seat on a stool while Calum sat across from her.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?" He offered her. 

"I'm good. Thank you though." She cleared her throat and pulled out a folder from her backpack. 

Duke trotted over and upped at her. He stood on his hind legs and pawed calf for attention. 

"Hi baby!" Claudia said, picking him up. "I missed you."

She hadn't seen the old pupper since she started her training in San Francisco. She watched him while Calum was on tour but when it was time for her to pack up their things for the move, Duke was taken to Calum's ex, the one that was with him at the time Duke was adopted. 

Claudia gave him a few more kisses and set him back down on the ground. She turned to Calum as she opened the folder. 

She took out a check and slid it across the counter. 

"Thanks to the brand deals and the money I get off Youtube, I have enough to pay you back for that semester at USC you paid when I started grad school. I added an extra ten grand to cover my expenses while I lived with you" She explained. Then she pulled out the paperwork for the house. "I talked to Miriam and she said I can stay at her place until I find a new apartment. So you can call your realtor to–"

"That's your house Claudia." Calum spoke up. "When I bought it, I signed it over to you." 

"Was this before or after your label told you to dump my ass?” She asked him. She continued without letting him respond. “I think what hurts the most is that you thought of ending things with me before even talking to me about it so we could have found a solution." Claudia said quietly. She wiped her face and sniffled. "We talked about starting a family… getting married."

“I wish I went about things differently. Maybe there’s a way for us to be together without my fans or the label knowing.” he said, reaching over for her hands but she pulled them away and crossed her arms.

“No. I respect myself just a bit more than I love you, Calum.” she scoffed. “My family and I went through so much shit when people found out I was with you. My dream school rescinded my grad school application because your fans circulated fake tweets. My dad almost lost his restaurant because your fans left bad reviews, the same thing happened with Danny. And you want to pretend to be broken up? Are you fucking serious?” 

Calum stayed quiet. He knew she was right, and she didn’t even mention the horrific tweets that were being said about her just because she was Mexican. The band as a whole had to make a statement and denounce any racist comments towards Claudia and her family. 

After a few seconds of silence she stood from her chair. “I, um, I’m gonna go pack up my things. Not to mention I want the videos we made back.” 

“You distrust me that much? You think I would think I would leak something so personal?" Calum asked her in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah, I do." Claudia said bluntly, getting up from her chair.

"It's not like you're just in them; I'm in them too." He pointed out. 

"But I have more to lose than you."

"I don't think it's fair."

Claudia turned and walked toward him. "You know what isn't fair. Trusting your partner of three years. Thinking he always had your best interests and that he would do what was best for your relationship. Only to find out that he was willing to throw away three fucking years with you just to appease his management." Her anger grew. She pointed at him. "I fucking trusted you! I gave myself to you! I did everything right to prove to you that I am loyal, that I fucking love you! You fucking ruined it! But you want to talk about how I'm being unfair because I want our videos back? You're a fucking piece of work."

Claudia stormed off to their once shared bedroom, but Calum stayed behind to let their emotions cool off for a bit. After a few minutes, he went to their bedroom. He found Claudia on the rug silently crying while holding a picture of them at a family party. Unsure on what to do, he just sat next to her. 

“Why couldn't you just be upfront with me, Cal?” Claudia asked. “We could have figured something else”

“I don’t know, but I want you to know that I didn’t want this,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry I put you through this. You don’t deserve any of this.” 

“I know.” she nodded.

“Maybe we can try to work this out.”

“I need time to process everything. Maybe it’s good that we’re ending things. You have your tour and album to worry about. I have my job starting soon."

"Whatever you choose, I'll respect that. But for now I'll wait for you, Claudia." Calum pushed himself off the floor and went into their once shared closet. He pressed the code to his safe and grabbed the flash drives containing his and Claudia's sextapes. "Here."

"Thanks." She said, taking them and storing them in her bag.

"I'm gonna go to Ashton's while you finish up." He said. He leaned into the door frame and lingered. He cleared his throat. "Claudia…"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I'll text you when I'm done." 

Calum nodded. He grabbed his things that he was going to need then got in his car. He sat there for a few seconds and decided to opt out of going to Ashton's and just wander around. 

He drove around for a long time like in the movies and shows where one character is in place doing one thing while everything around them changes. Time passed amd Calum didn't really pay attention to the road. He felt himself grow tired. All his emotions from the last few days fell into his shoulders. His eyes got heavy, making it harder for him to–

The car jolted, several cars honked, startling him. He gasped and clutched his chest. Calum sat up and looked at his surroundings. A huge weight lifted off his shoulder when he saw he wasn't driving.

"That car got in front of me without signaling." Claudia said shakily. "Did I wake you?"

"Yes, but thank fuck you did." Calum said, reaching for her hand. "I had a fucking nightmare."

"Did you have that one recurring nightmare where there's a global pandemic and you get me pregnant?" She asked, looking over shoulder to switch lanes.

"No, I had one where we broke up over some dumb shit management made me do." He told her.

"Ni nos mande Dios," she said, crossing herself. "Not to mention your new management loves me because I give y'all free promo when Luke and Michael make appearances in my reactions."

"Pull over." 

"Cal, there's no parking." 

"Claudia, please." 

She did as told. To their luck a Tesla pulled out of a parking spot, so Claudia quickly claimed it.

"Get out." He said. 

"Okay…" Claudia nodded with slight hesitation. 

She got out and went to him. Calum pulled her to his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into the crook of her neck. He let go and lovingly cupped her face. 

"I fucking love you, and I'm never letting you go." He said.

"I fucking love you, too." Claudia said. "And there's no way I'm gonna let you let me go. Fourteen year old me would beat my ass."

Calum laughed and kissed her. "I'm yours for as long as you want me."

"Lucky for you, I want you forever and ever."

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[alejunsu]

En el Ep 10 de Ai Long Nhai, ame totalmente la actitud de Nhai, de verdad de los pocos personajes que he visto en muchas series que responde como debería y no se deja intimidar con lo que la "madre" de Aiyaret le dice...

ósea si fuera otro personaje simplemente se hubiera ido llorando y hubiera desaparecido o cortado con el novio sin dar explicación, pero no, Nhai simplemente dice que no lo hará y además pone en su lugar a la "mamá" y como si eso fuera poco, va y le cuenta todo a su novio...

tan fácil como eso y por eso de verdad amo este personaje si ya de por si me gustaba por ser tan espontaneo y decir las cosas como van y por ser tan distraído pero gracioso, ahora con esta actitud definitivamente entra a mi lista de personajes favoritos. ❤️

#ai long nhai #ai long nhai EP 10 #aiyaret #nhai #el mejor novio #thai bl #serie bl #boys love

[olee]

La Familia De | Enzo Vogrincic

Cuando descubres la infidelidad de tu novio, aceptas la invitación de tu amiga para pasar unas semanas en su país con su familia. Allí conoces al atractivo hermano de tu amiga, desencadenando una serie de emociones inesperadas.

Desde hace un año, la cafetería que posees en Ciudad de México ha sido tu refugio, un santuario de aromas de café y conversaciones animadas. Tu vida ha tomado un giro maravilloso desde que abriste las puertas de este lugar acogedor. No solo tienes un negocio próspero, sino que también tienes a tu lado a un novio increíble, cuyos talentos como tatuador le dan un toque de arte y rebeldía a tu vida cotidiana.

Entre el vapor de los expressos y los murmullos de los clientes habituales, siempre hay un momento especial cuando tu amiga uruguaya aparece por la puerta. Ella, con su encanto sudamericano y su energía contagiosa, es como un rayo de sol que ilumina tu día cada vez que la ves. Aunque vive en CDMX por trabajo, nunca pierde la oportunidad de visitarte en la cafetería, trayendo consigo los últimos chismes y anécdotas que hacen que la vida en la ciudad parezca aún más vibrante.

En medio de este bullicio reconfortante, te das cuenta de que no estás sola. Tu negocio florece, tu relación amorosa está en su mejor momento y tus amistades te brindan compañía y alegría. La paz y la belleza se entrelazan en tu día a día, recordándote que la vida puede ser realmente hermosa cuando tienes a las personas adecuadas a tu lado.

Sin embargo, un día decides cerrar temprano la cafetería porque no te sientes bien y tienes un fuerte dolor de cabeza. De camino a tu departamento, te sientes aún peor, como si algo estuviera terriblemente fuera de lugar. Al llegar a casa y subir las escaleras, el sonido de ruidos extraños te hace detener en seco. Escuchas un respiro profundo, quizás gemidos. Sin entender completamente lo que está sucediendo, decides apresurarte hacia tu habitación.

Al abrir la puerta, te encuentras con algo que nunca podrás borrar de tu mente: tu novio, en medio de un encuentro íntimo con otro hombre. Es una escena que nunca esperaste presenciar, y sin poder soportarlo, das media vuelta y sales corriendo, sintiendo cómo tu mundo se desmorona a tu alrededor.

Con lágrimas nublando tu vista y el corazón hecho pedazos, marcas frenéticamente el número de tu amiga en tu teléfono. "¿Dónde estás? ¡Necesito verte! Me siento horrible, mi novio… mi nov–", apenas logras articular entre sollozos.

La voz tranquila de tu amiga al otro lado de la línea te ofrece un atisbo de consuelo en medio de la devastación que te embarga. "Estoy en casa. Vení y me contás tranquila", te dice, y sus palabras se convierten en un faro de esperanza en medio de la oscuridad que te rodea. Con el corazón roto y el alma hecha trizas, te diriges hacia la casa de tu amiga, en busca de consuelo y apoyo en medio de la tormenta emocional que te consume.

Le cuentas a tu amiga todo lo que había sucedido y no puedes evitar llorar. Estás en el sofá junto a tu amiga, y te dice mientras te peina el cabello: "(Y/N), tenés que ser fuerte, yo sé que no es fácil. ¿Te acordás de Mateo? Que se fue con otra mina, pues te entiendo completamente".

Pero entre sollozos, respondes: "¡Pero en mi caso es distinto!", y lloras más fuerte, como un bebé. "Y... ahora... tú te vas para Montevideo, y... ¡yo voy a estar SOLA!", sigues elevando el tono de tu llanto. "Y no quiero verloooo, nooo, no sé cómo enfrentarloooo".

Tu amiga intenta calmar tus nervios: "Pero yo me voy solamente por tres semanas, si querés, venite conmigo, yo te pago los pasajes".

"No quiero ser un peso más", respondes entre lágrimas.

"¡Boluda! ¡Te vienes conmigo, que se joda!", te dice ella, tratando de sacarte de ese estado emocional.

"Okkkkaaaayyyy", aceptás entre sollozos, llorando como un bebé.

—

Llevas ya tres días encerrada en la habitación de tu mejor amiga en Montevideo, con un gatito real al que tratas como un peluche. La familia Vogrincic te han adoptado como una hija más, y su madre se ha convertido en tu proveedora oficial de café y consejos sobre el amor, lo cual agradece tu corazón roto.

En una tarde soleada, tu amiga irrumpe en la habitación como un torbellino, encontrándote en la cama con tu celular, absorta en las fotos de tu ahora ex. "¡Che, bo! Dame ese celular. No quiero verte así", ordena con un tono melodramático. "Tienes que salir de esta cueva. Mami me ha dicho que solo sales para tomar café y luego regresas aquí. ¡Ya basta! Esta noche viene mi hermano desde Nueva York, y vamos a recogerlo al aeropuerto. Tienes que venir conmigo, punto final", declara con autoridad.

Tú respondes: "Ay, déjame aquí con la gatita", y ella te corrige: "¡Esa gatita tiene nombre y es Uma!". Insistes: "Pues déjame con Uma, no quiero ir para allá".

Con un suspiro exasperado, tu amiga agarra tu brazo con determinación. "¡Sos una pelotuda! ¡Vas a venir ahora!", exclama, decidida a sacarte de tu caparazón de autocompasión y llevarte a vivir un poco la vida real, aunque sea a la fuerza.

—

En el auto, el padre de tu amiga está al volante, con la madre como copiloto, mientras tú y tu amiga ocupan los asientos traseros. La atmósfera está cargada de emoción, ya que toda la familia está ansiosa por recoger al tal Enzo. Por lo que has escuchado, es un actor sumamente famoso. Aunque no estás muy familiarizada con su trabajo, tu amiga siempre ha hablado con orgullo sobre él, y su entusiasmo es contagioso.

Antes de dirigirse al aeropuerto, hacen una parada en un mercado para comprar globos, flores y un cartel que dice "¡Llegó el actor de la casa!". A ti no te hacen mucha gracia las flores ni los globos, ya que te recuerdan a tu exnovio.

Al llegar al aeropuerto, tu amiga asigna tareas: "Bo, aguanta los globos; yo llevaré el cartel y mami, tú llevas las flores", dice con entusiasmo. La madre asiente y el padre, con su típico sentido del humor, pregunta: "Y yo, ¿qué llevo?". La madre, con una sonrisa, responde: "La presencia". Todos ríen un poco, preparándose para la llegada del famoso Enzo.

—

Justo cuando estás a punto de bostezar por el cansancio acumulado, de repente tu amiga y toda su familia irrumpen en gritos de emoción, corriendo hacia un hombre sorprendentemente guapo. Su piel canela y su cabello medio largo y desordenado lo hacen destacar en la multitud. Él también parece adormilado, llevando una maleta, hasta que se percata de su familia y se apresura hacia ellos.

La escena es conmovedora mientras se abraza profundamente con tu amiga, luego se dirige hacia su madre y ambos comienzan a llorar juntos. Por lo que tu amiga te había contado, no se habían visto durante años debido a la ocupada agenda del hermano.

Mientras esta emotiva reunión tiene lugar en el aeropuerto, tú te encuentras parada como un pingüino, sosteniendo los globos en tus manos, sin saber muy bien qué hacer en medio de tanta emoción familiar.

—

Ya cuendo van para el auto, tu amiga te introduce al hermano diciendo, “Enzo, esta es (Y/N) mi mejor amiga del alma, y va estar con nosotros por estas semanas” dice mientras ya se van sentando al auto, y Enzo, que al parecer se va a sentar al lado tuyo te dice, “Un placer (Y/N)”

Y así van todos contentos para la casa, para cenar, ya que la madre iba a prepara una pasta.

—

Al llegar a la casa, estás a punto de dirigirte directamente a la habitación para descansar un poco del viaje agotador, pero tu amiga te agarra del brazo con determinación y te dice: "¡Uh uh no! Te quedas con nosotros en la sala. Nada de cueva". Tú asientes, aceptando su decisión, y decides seguir su sugerencia.

Cuando te dispones a sentarte en el sofá de la sala, observas con curiosidad cómo las gatitas, Uma y Ada, salen de una habitación cercana. Enzo, al verlas, no puede contener su emoción y se tira al piso, hablándoles con ternura como si fueran bebés. La verdad es que Enzo se veía increíblemente adorable en ese momento, y no puedes evitar sonreír ante la escena.

Tu amiga te hace una mueca cómica, como si estuviera acostumbrada a este comportamiento de su hermano, y te dice en voz baja: "Es amante de los gatos, así que no te asustes si actúa así". Tú te ríes suavemente, encontrando la situación bastante divertida y encantadora.

Observas cómo Enzo interactúa con las gatitas, y te das cuenta de que tiene un lado dulce y tierno que no esperabas.

—

Después de un rato, Enzo se levanta del suelo con una sonrisa, dirigiéndose especialmente a su madre: "Ma, me voy a dar una ducha. Avísame cuando esté la cena", dice con tono amable. La madre asiente con un simple "ok", ocupada con los preparativos en la cocina.

Una vez que Enzo se retira para darse una ducha, te inclinas hacia tu amiga y le susurras en voz baja para que no te escuchen: "Oye, no me habías dicho lo guapo que es tu hermano". Ella te responde con una mueca divertida y te dice: "Te lo regalo si quieres". En un gesto juguetón, la empujas suavemente y respondes con un "ajá", aceptando el comentario con humor.

Ambas se miran y se ríen, compartiendo un momento cómplice antes de que Enzo regrese de su ducha y continúe con la cena en familia.

—

Después de un rato, mientras estás disfrutando de un vino con tu amiga y ayudando a preparar la mesa, Enzo hace su entrada. Viene con una cámara vintage en la mano, su cabello aún húmedo y desordenado, vistiendo una sudadera cómoda y descalzo. En general, se veía muy relajado y como en su casa; no parecía en absoluto un actor de Hollywood.

Mientras tú te sientas con tu vino en la mesa, Enzo comienza a moverse alrededor de la cocina, capturando momentos con su cámara: la madre preparando la comida, el padre cortando la carne asada, y la hermana charlando contigo. Luego, se dirige hacia las gatitas y llama a tu amiga, "Loca, ven acá, tírame una foto con Uma y Ada". Pero antes de que pueda tomar la foto, la madre interviene: "Enzo, después. Ya vamos a comer". Él asiente en respuesta.

Tú observas todo con asombro, pero al mismo tiempo, te sientes como si estuvieras presenciando algo muy familiar. Enzo se sienta nuevamente junto a ti, y de repente te toma una foto inesperadamente. Tu amiga lo regaña de inmediato, diciendo: "¡Enzo! A (Y/N) no le gusta que le tomen fotos". Con un tono suave, Enzo se disculpa: "Disculpa". Y tú respondes con amabilidad: "No te preocupes".

La atmósfera en la casa es cálida y acogedora, y te sientes cada vez más integrada en esta familia tan especial.

—

Después de unos 45 minutos en la mesa, todos parecían estar inmersos en sus propias conversaciones, dejándote a ti en un silencio momentáneo. Mientras tomas sorbos de tu vino, escuchas atentamente pero te sorprendes al darte cuenta de que nadie te ha dirigido la palabra en todo ese tiempo. Una sensación de soledad momentánea te envuelve, hasta que de repente, es Enzo quien rompe el silencio.

"Y tú, ¿qué haces?", pregunta Enzo, volviendo su atención hacia ti. Levantas la mirada, encontrando sus ojos, y respondes con sinceridad: "Soy dueña de una cafetería en Ciudad de México". Su expresión se ilumina con genuina admiración: "¡Guau, eso es impresionante!", responde con entusiasmo.

En ese momento, sientes una conexión especial con Enzo, como si sus palabras hubieran creado un puente entre ustedes. A pesar del bullicio de la mesa, te encuentras atrapada en su mirada, sintiendo una chispa de complicidad entre ustedes.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic x reader #society of the snow #la sociedad de la nieve #my writing #uruguay #fanfic #latina #spanish #argentina #necesito que enzo actúe en más pelis #me enamoré de un uruguayo #Spotify

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

The Magnus Archives dudes

-Martin(cho) Blackwood de The Magnus Archives. Arranco como meme en el fandom latino de TMA que era argentino por su nombre, realmente no hay mucho en la serie que banque esto, pero sería cagar a los ingleses y eso siempre está bien. Igual luego el fandom se armó alto lore de que era de Argentina y cuando su padre lo abandonó su mamá lo obligó a emigrar a Inglaterra, es re mentiroso así que la rompería jugando al truco y en general tiene todas las vibras de argento fan de los pimpinela y las novelas turcas, de boquita y el mate con don satur.

-Martín Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) es argentino y emigró a inglaterra de chiquito y yo se que esto es real porque me lo dijo Ami (@hiherami) acá: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33681655/

-Jonathan "Jon" Sims de The Magnus Archives es el archivista. Recolecta ,inicialmente contra su voluntad, el trauma supernatural de la gente. Y es un mamón <3. Es mexicano namas pq sería divertido ( la verdad no tengo tanta justificación, a mi me gusta porque soy mexicano). En la temporada 4 lo tratan bien mal y su amorcito no lo pela, el señor es la gata bajo la lluvia, es Ana Gabriel con el cigarrillo, es bandera de Porter, es Selena con no me queda más. Pedí ayuda a amigues latines aqui su propaganda: -literalmente vive del chisme (la entidad que sirve se alimenta de experiencias supernaturales que le han pasado a otras personas) y los latinos somos chismosos -"Su tipo de cansancio sólo lo encontrás en gente que ha tenido que vivir las ocurrencias de la política latinoamericana" A, y Martín Blackwood(el novio) es Argentino.

-MARTIN BLACKWOOD de The Magnus Archives (podcast). Ele é um inglês daqueles que adoram chá, mas tem muito inglês na Argentina por conta das Malvinas e seria no mínimo sensacional que parte do chá que ele tome seja Mate Na Cuia™️. Além do mais não temos muita informação sobre seu pai, e "Martin" é um nome que funciona em espanhol e inglês. Grashias por el servicio de ti blooog

-Tim Stoker de The Magnus Archives. 1. El chabón más filo y letras del podcast, conozco como tres tipos como él 2. Canónicamente bisexual need I say more? (? 3. Razón meta pero como es bi la mitad del fandom se pone bien pelotuda y lo caracteriza con todos los estereotipos habidos y por haber, que también coinciden con estereotipos y malas caracterizaciones de personajes latinos en general (lo tratan de boludo, trolo, violento etc y es tipo gente escuchamos el mismo podcast? mátense) 4. Su backstory es básicamente que al hermano lo desaparecieron y el chabón se pasó años buscando a ver qué pasó con él, a pesar de saber que probablemente murió, lo cual siempre me pegó bastante como argentino 😔 (@mods si el último punto es muy heavy para este evento más en joda siéntanse libres de dejarlo afuera u_u pero ES una de mis razones) 5. Siempre es moralmente correcto hacer q un personaje ingles sea argentino 😤

Godot

-Godot Ace Attorney. A personalidade dele é tomar café. O cara é de são paulo certeza

-godot de ace attorney. literalmente se llama diego armando. i rest my case

-No sé si cuente xq si es canon implicitamente que es latino pero Diego Armando /Godot de ace attorney , los juegos no especifican su nacionalidad específica tho

-Diego Armando, de Ace Attorney. Porque qué es mas argentino que el que tus papas te pongan el nombre de Maradona ⚽️

-godot de ace attorney. literalmente se llama diego armando. i rest my case

#canonize your blorbo as latino tournament #polls

[greatkinglulu]

okokok vi el post de juanicar, YO SUGIERO (humildemente) un imagina así bien cute donde en un stream revela q está en una relación amorosa y tdo eso para luego presentarlx (fem, male o gn) al chat recibiendo mucho amor y apoyo x parte del chat

Sorpresa

Imagina Juani Caruso x fem!character

Warning: Ninguno? Fluff.

Conteo de palabras: 850.

27 de febrero, 2024

Mensajes nuevos: Juanicar 🎀

16:27 holaa locurasss

16:27 hoy prendo a las 18, atentiss

16:29 los espero con una sorpresa 💋💋

Así se comunica Juani habitualmente en su canal de difusión de Instagram. Cada mensaje que manda, ansiosamente esperado por sus fans, recibe incontable cantidad de reacciones con emojis, a modo de respuesta. Por supuesto, hoy no fue la excepción con miles de corazones de diferentes colores, caritas felices, enamoradas y banderas de diversos países entre otros adornando cada uno de sus textos. Mucho menos cuando en el último que envía antes de desaparecer hasta el horario pactado, promete esperarlos con “una sorpresa”.

¿Una sorpresa? Esto puede significar cientos de cosas distintas. ¡Qué manera de generar suspenso este pibe!

Algunas de las hipótesis que rondan las mentes de los integrantes del fandom: ¿Anuncia una canción?, ¿Alguna participación en otra película?, ¿Capaz una serie?, ¿Y si invita a alguno de los chicos del cast hoy? ¿¡Y si aparecen todos!?

¿Y si está de novio?

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Los minutos pasan, más lento para algunos, más rápido para otros y poquitos minutos pasadas las 18:00 llega la noti de Twitch del amigo más personal de todos.

No puede y no falta el recordatorio en el canal de ig.

Mensajes nuevos: Juanicar 🎀

18:06 bebyyyysss 

18:07 ESTAMOS AO VIVO EN TWITCH.tv/juanicar_

18:07 los veo ahí para charlar un ratoo

Entrando al stream, aparece Juani con su fondo habitual, solo y con música para ambientar de su playlist de spoti, Juanicar musiquette🎀. Tiene puesta una de las musculosas que acostumbra, color blanco, que no deja mucho a la imaginación con sus brazos al descubierto. El sol que entra por la ventana le baila en la cara a medida que él se mueve y charla con miles de espectadores del otro lado de la pantalla y sus icónicos rulos se están formando después de una ducha; tiene el pelo húmedo todavía.

Después de semejante anuncio apenas hora y media antes por insta, el chat está revolucionado y quiere respuestas, pero Juani trata de no darse por aludido. Los mensajes preguntando por la sorpresa no paran de llegar y solo siguen aumentando a medida que más gente se prende al vivo.

A Juani se lo nota algo distraído, fuera de lo habitual; incluso hasta un poco nervioso. Se le escapan risitas sin motivo aparente y mira demasiado hacia un costado fuera de cámara; está pendiente del vivo y del chat, por supuesto, pero algo más llama su atención. Mira como expectante hacia un lugar que la cámara de su celu no llega a enfocar sea a propósito o sin intención.

El chat enloquece todavía más viendo esto, pero nadie está preparado para lo que se escucha apenas de fondo, mientras Juani está respondiendo alguna pregunta que se quedó muy arriba, sobre el detrás de escenas de la peli.

“Amor, ¿no viste la crema de peinar? No la encuentro.” 

Seguido una sombra apenas visible por la rapidez de su caminata, pasa por detrás de él de una esquina de la pantalla a la otra y desaparece. Juani sonríe una sonrisa enorme, se le sube un poco el color a los cachetes y solo puede asentir, tapándose un poco la cara con las manos, cuando los mensajes del stream le pegan a la sorpresa: “JUANI ESTÁS DE NOVIO?”, “JUAN IGNACIO CARUSO CÓMO NO NOS CONTAS QUE SOMOS TUS AMIGOS MÁS PERSONALES???” Son tantos, tan rápido que no llega a leerlos todos.

“¡Tranqui, ya la encontreeeé!” La voz femenina alarga la última vocal de la palabra, con un tonito algo cantado.

“Bebé,” llama él, mirando para un costado, sonriendo embobado otra vez. “¿venís un toque?” 

Se escuchan pasos a la distancia cada vez más sonoros hasta que aparece en pantalla una castaña desenredándose el pelo mojado, con una remera manga corta blanca, visiblemente grande para ella y un short azul. Él la abraza por la cintura y gesticula que se siente sobre sí. Ahí cae en cuenta: miles de personas la están viendo. “Ay no, no no. ¡Qué vergüenza! Estoy así nomás, desarreglada, amor.” Se señala de pies a cabeza. “¿Cómo me vas a pedir que aparezca así?” La chica se tapa la cara con las manos y Juani aprovecha a sentarla en sus piernas, riendo. 

Le da un beso en la frente “¿Pero qué decís? Si sos hermosa vos, bombón.” 

La observa con ojos amorosos y niega incrédulo, mordiéndose el labio; no puede creer que ella le haya dado bola. El chat no para, explota. Aman a la pareja. Exigen un nombre para formar el ship. Es hermosa. Él repite el beso, pero no en la frente.

“Sí, chicos.” Vuelve su atención a la cámara, risueño. “No, no es una canción, ni otra peli, ni serie. No viene Blas, ni Fran, ni Enzo. Sí, estoy de novio y con esta belleza. no, yo tampoco lo puedo creer. Se las presento.”

Agradece todos los buenos comentarios y deseos que llega a leer de parte de los fans, se despide y promete volver mañana.

juanicar_ ya no está en vivo.

Taglist al 08/03/2024 para fluff con Juani: @thqueerestmf @motherandloverofallfandoms @sotsfan @motley-baby @dark-122-blog @f1lover55 @jaspimirandera

N/A: Hola, Nonnie! Cómo estás? Disculpá la tardanza, lo prometido es deuda. Espero que te guste, estoy medio oxidada porque hace muchísimo no escribo, pero le puse toda la onda :).

A aquellas personas que dejaron un mensajito en el form del taglist: muchísimas gracias por sus palabras ❤️.

Nos leemos pronto!

Si querés estar en el taglist, anotate acá.

#juanicar #juani caruso #juan caruso #enzo vogrincic #matias recalt #esteban kukuriczka #pipe otaño #simon hempe #santiago vaca narvaja #agustin pardella #blas polidori #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #juani caruso x reader #greatkinglulu writes

[koishhiteru]

Hola!!! Podrías hacer una historia de enzo comiendo con los padres de la reader? Muchísimas gracias ♡

౨ৎ EATING DINNER

warnings: ninguno, solo fluff ♡

n/a: muchas gracias por dejar tu request! me ha parecido un escenario muy tierno. espero que te guste.

Enzo y tú estabais frente a la puerta de la casa de tu infancia, esperando a que tus padres os abran y podáis pasar. El peli negro te agarraba la mano con fuerza, estaba nervioso de volverse a ver con tus padres. Tú giraste la cabeza y dejaste un pequeño beso en su mandíbula para tranquilizarlo.

No pasaron más de cinco segundos en cuanto tu madre abrió la puerta, con un delantal que indicaba que estaba haciendo la comida.

“¡Cariño!” exclamó al verte y no dudó en abrazarte, tú correspondiste al abrazo con una gran sonrisa.

“Hola, mamá” saludaste de vuelta mientras te separabas del abrazo y entrabas a la casa, esperando a que Enzo también lo hiciera.

“Hola, señora” dijo tu novio mientras pasaba por la puerta y le daba dos besos a tu madre.

Tú madre le saludó con una sonrisa y acto seguido se fue a la cocina para terminar la lasaña que estaba haciendo, fuisteis al salón y os encontrasteis a tu padre viendo la televisión.

“Hola, papá” saludaste dándole un abrazo también y él dejó un beso en tu cabeza.

Tu padre se levantó del sofá y fue a saludar a Enzo con un apretón de manos. “Hola muchacho” le dijo a lo que tu novio solo asintió con una pequeña sonrisa.

Os sentasteis los tres en el sofá, tú en el medio, para esperar a que la comida esté preparada.

“¿Qué estás viendo?” le preguntaste a tu padre como intento de sacar conversación.

“Ah, una antigua serie que veía yo de pequeño” contestó sin mirarte, por lo que solo asentiste y recostaste tu cabeza en el hombro de Enzo.

Pasasteis allí un rato entre charlas cortas y triviales hasta que tu madre os avisó de que la comida ya estaba lista. Fuisteis a sentaros en la mesa, Enzo y tú sentados frente a tus padres.

La comida empezó con las preguntas típicas que te hacen tus padres, y tú las respondías alegremente. O al menos así era hasta que tú madre le hizo una pregunta a Enzo.

“Y bueno, Enzo, ¿cuando le vas a pedir matrimonio a nuestra hija?” casi te atragantas con el agua al escuchar la pregunta tan directa que hizo tu madre y pudiste ver cómo Enzo se ponía un poco colorado.

“¡Pero mamá! ¿Cómo le vas a preguntar eso?” reclamaste antes de que tu novio pudiera responder.

“¿Qué pasa? Ya lleváis cinco años de relación” se excusó la señora con total normalidad.

“Sí, ¿y para cuando los hijos? Yo no me quiero quedar sin nietos” agregó tu padre, tirando más leña al fuego.

Suspiraste y cerraste los ojos, tus padres siempre se las manejaban para avergonzarte. Miraste de reojo a Enzo y viste como él seguía comiendo mientras intentaba ocultar una risa, antes de que pudieras echarle la bronca a tus padres por poneros en un aprieto, tu novio contestó por ti.

“Bueno, no puedo deciros si le pediré matrimonio ya que eso es un secreto” dijo el guiñando un ojo, tú lo miraste sorprendida. “Y sobre los hijos, eso es algo que debemos de hablar más adelante, ¿no crees?” preguntó esta vez dirigiéndose a ti.

Estabas sorprendida por sus respuestas y lo bien que supo manejar la situación, no podías parar de pensar en lo que él había dicho, ¿de verdad te iba a proponer matrimonio?

No saliste de tu trance hasta que Enzo no colocó su mano en tu muslo disimuladamente para que contestaras.

“…Sí, exacto, eso es algo que se hablará en el futuro” respondiste sonriendo nerviosamente.

Después de ese momento de incomodidad que pasaste, la comida se pasó entre risas y conversaciones triviales.

Al terminar de comer, os tomasteis un café y decidisteis jugar a algún juego de mesa para pasar el rato. Sin duda comer con tus padres no era tan difícil como Enzo se imaginaba.

#🎧. inbox #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #:3 #enzo vogrincic fluff #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic smut #anon ask

[dudd-ie]

Otro garabato en conmemoracion del estreno de la 5ta temporada/final de aggretsuko!

Hice algunos dibujos de haida y retsuko siendo padres para que fuera una especie de "secuela" de mi dibujo anterior.

¿Por que dibuje su hijo como un mini clon super lindo de haida? Simple : ME ENCANTA HAIDA.

Considero que el final fue algo apresurado, y ENSERIO me hubiera gustado ver a haida esperando en el altar en alguna escena pós-créditos(igual me conformo con saber que al final de la serie siguen viviendo juntos 👀), haida es mi personaje favorito así que estoy contento de que la última temporada fuera un poco más amable con él (siguen tratando a mi pobre y tímida hiena como alguien super patético >:[ creo que el personaje de haida tenía mas potencial pero bueno... Al menos dejaron de patear TANTO su autoestima )

Mi parte favorita de la serie fue ese momento en que ellos están caminando con algunas bolsas de compras y tienen una corta charla sobre como seria genial tener un auto(es un pequeño momento tan trivial y la forma en la que hablan de las cosas que podrían hacer JUNTOS a futuro me llena de vida)

Mi parte menos favorita fue ... el "intento de asesinato" hacia haida😫,¡ las cosas le estaban llendo bien al chico y estaba motivado apoyando la campaña política de su novia! Y pum! Acontecimiento dramático que queda sin resolverse al final de la serie pero que lastima a haida!...ese momento...uff,lo pasé mal, estaba tan molesto cuando vi lá forma en la que a haida le estaba temblando la mano(mi mente no dejaba de gritar"¡RETSUKO LAPUTA MADRE TOMA SU MANO Y CONSUELA A TU NOVIO!¿no ves que necesita tu apoyo? Haz algo ! AHORA!"

Pero bueno,fueron al registro matrimonial y todo se resolvio(? Supongo que cuando haida dijo que estaria al lado de retsuko hasta el final,Pues...lo dijo muy encerio Xd )

Psdt:¿Soy el unico que le parecio chistoso el hecho de que al inicio de la serie retsuko deseara ser un ama de casa mantenida y que en su temporada final terminara manteniendo a su novio? Lo mejor es que no rechazo en lo absoluto la idea de que haida se vuelve el "amo de casa" y se encargue de cuidar a sus futuros hijos mientras retsuko trabaja 👀 ...de echo... ¿soy el unico que cree que haida se veria muy atractivo si le pusieras un delantal de cosina?(cada dia soy más fan de las situaciones domésticas de pareja arggg)

#shipp #fanart #aggretsuko fanart #aggretsuko haida #aggretsuko retsuko #haida aggretsuko #aggretsuko #haida x retsuko #haidaretsuko #retsuko aggretsuko #retsuko x haida #aggretsuko oc #retsuhaida #furry #aggretsuko spoilers

[aziulpre]

Rook es extremadamente guapo hasta para estándares terrestres , no dudo de que varias mujeres se han fijado en el ¡¿ Ben se ha sentido celoso al respecto ?!

Se podría decir que si pero a su manera, actua más como "ignorarlo" o "enojado". Apesar de que el mismo Ben coquetea con cualquier mujer teniendo pareja.

Aunque en AF y UA no se daba cuenta que las mujeres le coqueteaban, el solo era amable pero dejarse besar es automaticamente ser infiel.

Parece como si Rook le dijera o aceptaba el coqueteo de una mujer solo para enojar/presumir a Ben. Pero realmente sigue confundido.

Dudar apesar de en ese entonces salir con Rayona es porque parece que se interesa por ellas porque ellas se interesan por el. (Algo diferente a Ben, que gusta de ellas/quiere salir con ellas en serio cuando ellas ya no estan interesadas en él).

En la serie Rayona se muestra como amable, pero cuando esta con Rook es realemente enojona y grosera/dominante. Presume que su novio es mejor plomero pero también le molesta que haga su trabajo como si perdiera el tiempo.

En mis comics ellos terminaron cuando Rook se fue a la academia de plomeros, fue muy grosera con él. Pero Rook también es malo, Ben y Rook dejaban de salir muchas veces, pero cuando Rook salia con Rayona nunca termino con ella cuando se besaba con Ben o cuando le fue infiel siendo FistRook (lo conteste en una ask anterior, pero Rook después se da cuenta que sus sentimientos por Rayona es diferente por lo que termina con ella disculpandose por todo y que es su culpa pero también dando a notar que ella también fue grosera con él por eso habían terminado al inicio).

Ya tiempo después cuando Rook se casa y tiene una hija con Ben, se siente algo incomodo con Rayona por ser su ex, aún tener aprecio por ella y que es su cuñada.

Aún estando casado, las chicas sigues coqueteando con él. Solo puse una vez como se comportaba Ben "estando celoso", y es más triste... él sabe lo que paso y que no fue algo malo, pero realmente no lleva tanto tiempo de recuperación de su depresión.

#ask

[castawaycherry]

Voy a abusar de este privilegio que nos ofreces. Un shot así bonito de Rafa tipo lazy sunday morning por favor 🥺💕

Ayno que soft es esto, amo 🤍

-Mañanas soft con Rafa Federman-

Las mañanas con tu novio Rafael siempre eran lo mejor de tu día.

El siempre se levantaba un poco antes que tú y después de darte un beso en la frente se paraba a hacer café para ambos y te lo llevaba a la cama.

Cómo el se despertaba antes que tu casi siempre, había días donde se quedaba viéndote dormir y se preguntaba como tenía tanta suerte de tenerte en su vida.

En las ocasiones donde tu te despertabas antes que el te gustaba despertarlo con besos por todo su cuerpo hasta que el despertaba y te besaba suavemente.

Si podían, ambos se quedaban en la cama lo más que podían, acurrucados, leyendo, viendo televisión o simplemente durmiendo otro rato.

A rafa le encantaba el contacto físico, siempre estaba tocando alguna parte de tu cuerpo, ya fuera tu cintura mientras te abrazaba o simplemente posando su mano en tu muslo.

Los domingos tenían tradición de quedarse todo el día en la cama viendo sus series y películas favoritas y después comentando sus partes favoritas.

Amabas a tu novio y no cambiaría nada de su relación por nada del mundo y tu tenías la certeza de que el te amaba igual.

Cortito pero lindo, espero que te guste 🥺🤍

#la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #rafa federman #imagines #blurb

[hoodharlow]

A Letter to M

AN: part 4 is finally here! I was gonna post Jack and Miriam getting frisky at Forecastle but 🥴🥴🥴. Hopefully y'all enjoy this. And for my El Novio readers, hope y'all like the little cameo lol

Requested? No

Warnings: angst with a hopeful ending, The Batman spoiler warning (idk if it's really, like the plot briefly mentioned to fit Miriam's character, mentions of Bobby Flay, jealous!jack, Jack being nosy and lurking, and overall Miriam being too stubborn and not realizing she jumped to conclusions

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Miriam really hated LA and couldn’t wait to go back to Atlanta. Traffic was the worst, she had left her parents’ house an hour early to her appointment but she was still late. She was in LA for the week because in a few weeks ‘In the Heights’ is premiering and she had a photoshoot with Vanity Fair and Entertainment Weekly with her other co-stars. 

Beto got out of the driver's side and opened the door for her when they arrived at her friend's tattoo parlor. She knew Danny, the tattoo artist, since they were teenagers. Their dads became business partners a few years back when her dad opened his salsa company. 

Diego Santos’ restaurants were one of the first restaurants to distribute her dad's salsas. Recently, he even got his own salsa at her dad’s company. But before that when Mexico played at Qualcomm Stadium, her family would always go to his restaurant to eat and through the years, they developed a friendship. Most importantly, Miriam got most of her vintage clothes from Soni’s, Diego’s wife, boutique/vintage store. Specifically her vintage ACNE Studios leather coat that she left in Jack’s suite. 

It’s been almost two months since her shit show with Jack. For a few days, he’d leave her voicemails and messages begging her to call him back so he could explain. She didn’t bother to hear them and just deleted them, she wanted nothing to do with him. She was finally out of the way so he was free to make a move on her sister, which was all he really wanted. 

She was glad she was working on her movie because for a few hours she could be someone else and not think about Jack and her sister, who was able to make Miriam the bad guy in this situation because a slap over weighted playing with her feelings. At least her sister was at the Cannes Film Festival with all her model friends, and she didn't have to see her face while she was in LA. 

"Hey," Danny said, waving at them when the door jingled. He picked up his one year old son from his playpen and walked over to Miriam. He gave her a side hug. 

"Hi baby!" She told the one-year old as she took him from Danny's arms. She took a quick glance and noticed the place was empty. "¿Onta la milf?"

"Mede is in class. She's finishing up the last requirements for graduation." He explained. He held up a small platter of sushi. "¿Quieres?"

"I'm good, I had a big breakfast." She said

"You want some?" Danny asked Beto, who looked up from his book and shook his head. "I also have water or snacks. You can help yourself."

Beto nodded and went back to reading. 

"I think you might want water. You're looking a little thirsty." Miriam teased as Danny's cheeks flushed. 

"I'm being hospitable." 

"Sure, you are."

"Anyways, Claudia is coming by in a few minutes to pick up Sebas." He said changing the subject.

Miriam hugged baby Sebas tighter and pouted. "No, I barely got him. I haven't seen him in forever."

"You would have seen him at his first birthday party but you were too busy riding the subway with Jack Harlow." He muttered, referring to the video of them when they went grocery shopping.

She saw the video circling Twitter a few days after she started filming in Atlanta. Luckily for her face wasn't shown and she was just some mystery girl. She watched the video countless times and her heart broke more with every view. It looked like he genuinely liked her. The way he turned his body towards her to talk to her. Or how he twirled one of her curls while he whispered stupid shit in her ear to make her laugh. He even managed to trick the internet that he was interested in her. 

"From the way your face dropped, I'm assuming I shouldn't have mentioned Jack, huh?" Danny said solemnly.

Before she could answer him, the door jingled. The person she least expected to see walked in…her ex, Calum Hood. 

Well she shouldn't be as surprised to see him. Calum was basically Danny's brother in law. He's been dating Claudia, Danny's twin sister, for two years. Miriam didn't count him as an ex, she just liked teasing him that he was. Claudia even joked about it because he had freaked out when he saw her and her family at Claudia's graduation party.

They only dated for a month back in 2017 when the band was working on their album in San Francisco while she was at Berkeley. But a few fans caught wind of it and made it bigger than what it was. Some fans even speculated that Babylon was about her. The ex that song was actually about was shameless enough to claim that the song was about her. 

"Where's la mensa?" Danny asked Calum.

"She's re-editing her reaction video because the audio was off and asked me to pick up the little man." He said. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on Miriam. "Oh hey."

"Hey, Cal." She said.

Sebas climbed over Miriam, wanting to go with Calum. So she just handed him over to him. He happily took the baby.

She pulled out her phone and tapped through Instagram stories while the two bickered about snacks appropriate for a one year old. She saw her friend Christian post that his team won some basketball game, so she responded to his story, congratulating him. He replied back with a thank you. They talked back and forth for a bit. He invited her to another game taking place the next day, and she agreed. Her flight back to Atlanta was the same day, but she made a note to change her flight times for the evening. 

"Bye Miriam." Calum called as he left with Sebas and all his baby essentials. 

"Bye, tell Claudia I said hi." She waved.

"Imma set up for you, va?" Danny asked her when they left.

She nodded and watched him go to his station.

"Okay, I'm ready for you." He said, waving her over after a few minutes.

Miriam got up and went to where he was. She went into detail about the tattoos she wanted. She got the designs from her character in the movie. Her character had several tattoos and Miriam hated sitting on the makeup trailer for hours on end while the makeup artists adorned her body with them. Danny quickly sketched the designs to get the proportions right before he used the stencil and thermal paper to draw them in detail.

"You don't have to answer, but what really happened between you y el gringo?" He asked her, slipping on black latex gloves. 

"Nothing, thanks to Kat and her tits." Miriam mumbled. She unwrapped her wrap dress and turned so he could get started on the first tattoo. 

"I'm gonna need you to be very detailed because if I miss anything Mede is gonna be mad." Danny said as he pressed the sketch on her hip.

"You're gonna tell your baby mama about Jack?" Miriam asked.

"Yeah, hopefully if she sees that he hurt someone close to the family, then she'll stop playing his music. I'm tired of that fucking Rendezvous song." 

"Okay, but it's a catchy song." 

"So what happened between you two?" He asked scooting over to her hip with his tattoo gun. "I was kidding when I said that I was gonna tell Mede–well I am but not in detail."

With that Miriam started from the beginning and told him everything. How Jack saved her from getting in the soccer ball at the Chelsea and LA Galaxy game to how he gave her a ride to her parents' house only for him to go back to hang out with her sister at the club. She came to the conclusion that was when they conspired to make her look like an idiot. She then told Danny how her and Jack were texting and facetiming nonstop when she was in Europe for work. What she omitted, for legal reasons, was that she was casted as Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) in the Batman movie with Robert Pattinson. Her character is a PhD student who is in some sort of friends with benefits relationship with Bruce. Her only scenes were the funeral and a hospital scene when Alfred gets injured and she visits him and offers him some herbal remedies. Throughout her interactions with Bruce, it's obvious that she knows something is up with him and he's hiding something. 

Danny motioned for her to sit up with her back to him, so he could get started on her other tattoos on her arms. Miriam continued her story and told him about how Jack got upset with her over her skit with Pete and their brief argument in the bathroom and how they ended up almost fucking in his hotel room. She gripped the seat, letting tears roll down her cheeks.

"I can't believe I was so stupid." She choked out before breaking into full on sobs.

Danny set the tattoo gun down and went to hug her. He let her cry on his shoulder. After a few minutes she relaxed and stopped crying, he handed her a tissue.

"Thanks," she mumbled before blowing her nose. "Sorry for dumping all that on you. I talked to my therapist about it and she was not helpful. She said some shit about how I jumped to conclusions."

"I mean…"

"Danny!" She exclaimed. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"You did jump to conclusions." He shrugged. "You know the shit that went down between me and Claudia after her break up with Paco. We walked around eggshells for almost a year to avoid any actual confrontation until Mede's baby shower. Mede threatened to dump my ass because I wanted to believe what was convenient for me. My best friend, at the time, and my sister broke up. I sided with Paco because he was quick to twist it around to make himself look like the victim. Claudia wasn't here to defend herself and had to deal with consequences that could have been prevented. And as someone who's dealt with Kat's wrath, I can objectively say that that was her doing. She's intense and likes to mess with people for shits and giggles. Este güey just happened to be in the middle of her shit. Because at the end of the day what happened was that she saw a guy giving her younger sister the attention that she normally gets and got pissed. Don't forget this isn't the first time she's done something like that." 

Miriam sat quietly as Danny picked up his tattoo gun and went back to work. He basically said what her therapist said. For years she's been going to therapy to deal with her anxiety and insecurities after something happened in high school between her and this guy she dated in sophomore year. Her therapist said that she tended to self sabotage when she felt like something was starting to feel like it was too good to be true. In this case, it was Jack having feelings for her. 

"What do you think I should do?" She asked Danny, watching him get more ink.

He paused to really think about it. "As a father– no me güerres los ojos."

"'As a father' you have a one year old, calm down." 

"Jokes aside, I think you should hear him out." He said sincerely. "But don't go looking for him, if you happen to see him and he approaches you then see what he has to say. But if you kick Kat's ass again, I'm gonna need you to film it."

***

Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Miriam was in LA. He was mindlessly tapping through Instagram stories when he got to hers. It was a post of her getting a few tattoos done with 🤍🤍 🤍 on the bottom. So he tapped on the post and was taken to the tattoo parlor's page. The first picture on the grid was of Miriam and the artist with their arms around their shoulders. He found the artist's personal account and scrolled through. He quickly deduced that they were really close friends after seeing a few posts of him with his girlfriend and their kid. He went on her profile in case she had pictures with Miriam, but she was private, though he did see that she followed him. He scrolled through more pictures, making sure he didn't like any, and landed on one with a familiar face. It was a girl he swore he had seen before.

He went on her profile. He read all the pages and accounts affiliated with her off her bio and then he remembered. It was Claudia Santos. 

Almost three years ago she interviewed him for a college radio show. He couldn't recall what happened in that interview apart from where she showed up late and with tear streaked cheeks. Jack was amazed that she was able to make it through the interview. After he ran into her while she was walking to her class, she apologized to him for showing up late and explained that she had gotten in an argument with her brother over something that happened with her ex. Jack didn't remember what he responded with but he did get her number out of it. Though she never texted him back. 

He followed her and scrolled through her posts, looking for some with Miriam. Then he checked her Instagram story in hopes she posted that she was with Miriam. Luckily for him, she had been hanging out at a backyard pool with Miriam and an influencer that he'd seen at parties. Moreover she was also in the ‘Luv is Dro’ video. She randomly got hired because she was visiting her boyfriend in Atlanta, so she was flown out to Louisville for the day. Neelam suggested hiring her because she was pretty popular on the makeup side of instagram and tiktok. 

Jack could easily see how more relaxed Miriam was with the two girls compared to when she'd hang out with her siblings' friends. With their friends, she's reserved, often pushed to the side, watching everyone. But in the Instagram story, she was laughing and talking animatedly. He smiled to himself as he watched the videos.

It felt like he was facetiming her when she took the phone and gave a play by play as her friends took turns diving in the pool. He replayed the story a few more times and came to the obvious conclusion that he missed her. He missed being able to message her at odd hours with a random thought or because he saw something that reminded him of her, and being able to just listen to her talk for hours. He missed making her laugh to the point where she was barely able to breathe.

"Jack you need to get mic'd up." Neelam said, watching him jump in his seat and scramble to turn his phone face down. She looked at him suspiciously and walked out.

Jack locked his phone and made his way to the venue. He read over his cue cards while a production assistant connected a mic on his person and linked it to an actual microphone. He thanked them and waited for Druski and Buster to join him in the commentators box. 

"And there's the most fashionable spectator we've seen in the whole league." Druski said, getting Jack's attention.

He looked in the direction Druski was looking and nearly choked on his spit when he tried to clear his throat. It was Miriam. She was wearing a CYN jersey, but it was cut and styled like that skirt she wore to Nobu when she ran into him, but in dress form. She paired it with her ever present Versace platform boots and a sparkly basketball bag. 

Jack's knuckles turned bone white as he gripped his cue cards, watching King Combs spin her around in a hug. Even more seeing her laugh as he spun her around to see her outfit.

"She's something." Buster mumbled away from his mics, eying Miriam's ass.

That was the final straw. 

Druski clapped his shoulder before Jack could react. "Miriam is someone who we call out of reach. A 'don't even think about it.'" He leaned into Jack so only he could hear him. "In your case, a bag fumble."

One of the camera people counted off and motioned to them that they were filming. Buster introduced them and the players were brought in. Not long after the first half of the game ended. Jack and Druski were sent out to the court to interview players and spectators sitting courtside.

Druski went up to Pardi, but their interview was quick so he went over to Miriam, who happily greeted him and hugged him. 

"Earlier, I was commenting that you are by far the most fashionable person we've seen." Druski said. 

"Aw, you're so sweet." Miriam said, watching as Jack walked around in front of them. He was not so subtly standing within earshot.

"How do you know King and how long have you been a fan of his exceptional scouting skills?" Druski asked her, making her pay attention to him.

She laughed and spoke into the mic. "I've known Christian and his family for a while so we go way back. Our moms were friends and Christian was one of my chambelanes for my quinceañera. And for his scouting skills…I can't comment on that. I don't know much about that."

"So what you're saying is that you're single?" He asked her.

"What does my relationship status have to do with the game?" Miriam asked him innocently. Druski laughed, clearly not expecting her to say that. "To whoever you're reporting back to, tell them I am single and to not reply to my friend's Instagram stories with keyboard smashes." 

"Dude, interview more people." Jack said, turning back from his interview with a player from King's team. The tips of his ears were a bright pink. 

Druski gave Miriam a knowing look and bid her goodbye. She shook her head and went back to her phone when he walked away. She was texting Claudia before Druski approached her because Jack had followed her and replied to the story where she was recording as Claudia and Gigi, Claudia's older cousin, tried synchronized diving in Calum's pool, with what seemed gibberish. 

It was the longest time she was able to have fun and relax with friends. She would have joined them in the pool but her tattoos were still fresh, so she chilled in the shade with Medelyn and baby Sebastian. Even after Medelyn’s badgering about Jack and the New York trip and Gigi apologizing profusely because she was in a music video with him when she vaguely told them about her fall out with Jack. 

Miriam pulled up Instagram and looked him up, tempted to follow him. Her agent suggested that she make her account public since she was becoming more known for her acting because it could help her bring in more views. She didn't feel comfortable doing that so she just made a new one and her private account became her finsta. She was able to garner 10 million followers, not even three months with her account.

She stared at Jack's profile for a few more seconds and pressed follow. She exited the app and shut her phone off, in case she got the urge to unfollow him. Feeling slightly anxious, Miriam bent down and grabbed her popcorn. She rummaged through her bag looking for her mini hot sauce bottle to put on when she heard a hard smack, making her flinch. She opened her eyes and saw a large hand in front of her face. Jack had caught a basketball before it hit her. Before she could say anything, he tossed the ball with one hand to one of Christian's teammates and walked away from her to interview someone from Pardi's team. 

He looked over his shoulder and saw how King wrapped an arm over Miriam's shoulders. He did a few more interviews then went to the commentators box. He pulled out his phone and saw that he was tagged by Urban in a small collage he made for The Crew League's Instagram story. Next to each picture was the @ of the person. The picture beside his with Druski was Miriam's. But the @ was different to the one he followed. Out of curiosity he tapped the @. It took him to Miriam's account, but it wasn't the one he followed. This one had fewer posts and 10 million followers. He went to the last post and read the caption. 'My agent said to make a public account so enjoy the shitshow ✌🏼😌✌🏼'. Jack snorted and scrolled up to follow her when he saw that the follow button said 'follow back' instead. Without hesitation he followed her back. He refreshed her profile and a new post appeared. It was a mirror selfie of Miriam in a bikini with 'what's a nine to a dime piece?' as the caption.

"The game's about to start." One of the production members let Jack know as Druski and Buster came back.

He locked his phone and slipped it back in his pocket. When the second half started, he let Druski and Buster handle most of the commentary, occasionally adding in a word or two. He couldn't concentrate on the game. The only thing on his mind was Miriam's Instagram post. 

It had to be a coincidence. She just happened to post a selfie with a line from one of his songs as the caption. There's no way she was waiting for him to follow her back just so she could post that. There was no way…

Soon after, the game gets called. Pardi's team won. Jack and Druski made their way down the court once more. They were met with chaos. King was arguing with one of the producers and refs. 

Jack couldn't hear what they were saying, but he did manage to hear something about the winning shot not counting as three points. He and Druski went to investigate and eavesdropped as the producers of the game, King, and Pardi bickered about the call. But they were ushered back to the commentators box. They brought in one of the players from King's team to tell what was going on but he was just as confused as they were. Same thing with one of the refs, except he provided some material for sexual jokes.

Jack glanced over to Miriam and frowned seeing her laugh at something Drake was telling her. It seemed like every time he looked over to her, some guy was trying to make a move on her. Even his childhood idol. 

"Do you remember that video of Drake arguing with a Warriors fan during the NBA finals a few years back?" Druski asked him in a low voice. He reached over and turned off Jack's mic.

"Yeah?" he nodded slowly. 

"That was your girl. It was how she became Twitter famous."

Jack remembered the video. Urban showed it to him. He re-downloaded Twitter just to be updated on the supposed beef between Drake and the Warriors fan. She didn't show up for a game in Oakland and Drake caleld her out but she responded with a mirror selfie on a movie trailer wearing the Weeknd's bomber jacket and her Warriors jersey under. She tweeted, 'sorry I have important things to do instead of letting people know I'm a raptors fan and made it my personality.'

Jack was pretty sure that he unknowingly followed Miriam because of that Tweet. When he followed her private Instagram he searched her up on Twitter and was surprised that he was already following her.

Half an hour goes by and he and Druski have to go back to the commentators box. King was able to convince the producers to run the play once more and the game was going to continue since it wasn't the three points. Just like that the game ended and the results were the same, Pardi's team won. Jack and Druski went back to the court to do interviews. While he interviewed one of the players in King's team, Jack overheard Miriam tell King that she wished she could stay longer, but she had to go because she had a flight to catch. 

He knew this was probably his only chance to talk to her. He quickly took off his mic and rushed after her. Thankful that the cameras were all inside, he stood in the parking lot scanning for any sight of her. He caught her white jersey in the back and jogged over to her. 

"Miriam," He called after her.

She turned around and looked at him, unsure she heard him correctly. She looked around noticing the empty parking lot. She said something to her bodyguard and slowly met Jack halfway. 

"I'm in a hurry." She said quietly. She hugged herself as she stood a few feet away from him.

"I'll be quick. I, uh, just wanted to explain myself–"

"I don't think this is the place to talk. If you happen to be in Atlanta in the next few days, text me." 

"Jacky!" Someone called behind them before he could answer Miriam. "It's been forever!"

It took Jack a few seconds to figure out who she was not because he hadn't seen her in over half a year but because the last time he saw her she had pale skin and naturally platinum blonde hair. Now she was an awkward shade of tan that looked orange and her hair was dark and curly. She was an ex-hook up. He cursed seeing her struggle in her heels as she made her way to him. He covered his face in frustration. 

Miriam gave an apologetic look. "I really have to get going, but you should catch up with your friend."

She turned on her heel and went back to the car, feeling like a fool once more. She felt so embarrassed. After he saved her from getting hit, she spent five minutes looking for a cute bikini selfie to post in case Jack happened to lurk through her profile. She hoped that by using a line from her second favorite song of his, he would get the hint and reach out. She wasn't expecting him to follow her so soon. 

She sniffled as she pulled out her change of clothes for the flight. She went to the back row of the car and set up a divider with her blanket. She changed out of her jersey-turned-dress into a forest green Nike tracksuit. She swapped her boots for white slip on Vans. She finished removing her makeup and braided her hair into two Dutch braids. 

After she packed up her things, she took down the blanket and went to sit next to Beto. He looked up from his book and gave her a look where he wanted to say something, but he knew it wasn't his place to say what was needed to be said. 

"Just say it, Beto." Miriam sighed, reaching for the charging cable in the center console to plug in her phone. 

He put his hands in the air in surrender. "If I were you I'd revisit what Daniel was telling and see how you made the same mistake. But that's me. At the end of the day, this is your situation, not mine."

Miriam nodded, getting the hint. She obviously jumped to conclusions and ranway before Jack could even utter a word. She sat back in her seat and pulled her knees to her chest, processing her interaction with Jack. She hoped that he wasn't as stubborn as she was and wasn't put off by her actions and was willing to actually talk it out. 

***

"What the fuck do you mean that you need an in? It's been a week. She followed you, you followed her back, she posted a thirst trap with lyrics to one of your songs, and told you to text her when you're in the same city as she. What more do you need?" Urban asked Jack. 

It's been a week since he saw Miriam at the Crew League. A few days ago he flew out to Atlanta for some studio sessions. Jack would have reached out but he wasn't sure if she wanted him to after seeing one of his old hookups. 

"You're so fucking irritating." Urban sighed. He got up from Jack's bed and pulled up the Notes app on his phone. "I'm going to Target. You want anything specific?"

"I'll go with you. I've been cooped up for a while and need fresh air." Jack said, grabbing his wallet.

In the past few days, he'd been working on a song that can be read as a poem. He even made music to go along with it when he was messing around with the Circuit Tracks. He's not sure of the direction it's going since he's just writing his thoughts down. It's mostly self-reflection about his situation with Miriam and what he could have done differently. 

They arrived at Target twenty minutes later and split up their groceries. Urban was getting the food, while Jack took care of cleaning supplies and personal hygiene products. He placed some laundry detergent in the cart when Urban threw some things in the cart and tugged the cart in the direction of the cash registers. 

"We should go." He told Jack urgently. 

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows at his best friend. "You didn't even get half of what we needed."

"I,uh, left the stove on?" He said unsure.

Jack looked incredulously at Urban. He can count the number of times his best friend has used the stove and that's not counting when he'd use it to light up a blunt because he was too lazy to get his lighter from his room. 

"I don't believe you." Jack said pushing the cart in the direction where Urban came from. 

He went to the frozen food aisle and grabbed a few bags of frozen fruit. He then made his way to the pasta aisle when he heard, "Güey, I went to like five Targets looking for Suavitel qnd nothing. It's like that one tiktok, es latinofobia." 

It was Miriam. She was wearing leggings and a matching cropped zip up hoodie with white running shoes. She didn't see him; she was looking down at her phone, facetiming someone. Jack stood frozen. He wasn't sure if should say hi or walk away. He made eye contact with Beto and he nonchalantly walked towards the end of the aisle. 

Jack turned around to motion to Urban to go when he saw his best friend nowhere in sight. He cursed and pretended to be deciding between macaroni and some other shaped pasta.

"Excuse m– Jack?" Miriam asked him.

"Oh, hey!" He said a little too loudly. He cleared his throat. "How…how have you been?"

"I've been good. You?" 

"I'm good. I, uh, landed last night. I'm gonna be here for a week or two so I wanna cram a few studio sessions before heading back to LA."

"That's good!" She exclaimed. She could hear Claudia, the person she'd been facetiming, laughing through her airpods.

"How's your movie coming along?" He asked her. 

"Good." She nodded. "Uh, we've been filming."

"That's good." He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket. 

They stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds. Both unsure of what to do or say. 

"I should get going. I have an early call time. I just need to get spaghetti." Miriam nodded to the boxes in front of Jack.

"Oh," he said walking backwards to allow her to get it. 

He bumped into his shopping cart, nearly falling to the ground, but he caught himself. He pushed

"Jack?" She called to him softly.

"Yeah?"

"I can't reach the box. Could you…"

"Yeah." He nodded. He grabbed a few boxes of spaghetti from the top shelf and handed them to her. "Here."

"Thanks."

"Of course. I'm gonna go look for Urban." He mumbled. 

"Yeah, I saw him by the cereal aisle earlier." 

"I'll see you around, Miriam." He said before started pushing his cart.

"Yeah, you too." Once he was out of the aisle.

Miriam looked down at her phone, hoping Claudia had hung up. But she hadn't. She was folded over on her boyfriend's couch silently laughing. She knew in an hour Medelyn was going to call her and ask for the details because Claudia wouldn't explain what went down properly. 

"I'm hanging up." She told Claudia. 

"No! I'm literally so bored, keep talking to me." She pleaded.

"Don't you have a lesson plan to plan for?" Miriam asked her as she made her way to pay. 

The pair kept talking until it was time for Miriam to drive back to her brother's home. He bought a condo a few years back when he was filming a Hulu teen series because production was set in Atlanta. Her mom also used the condo when she would film her projects and now it was Miriam's turn to use the home while she worked on her movie. 

Beto helped her carry her groceries inside, doing a quick sweep of the house. He motioned to her that it was safe for her to go in. He bid her goodnight and shut the door after him.

Miriam opened the door that led to the small patio area so Daisy could do her business. She let the dog have some privacy and went inside to put away the groceries. She was going to make a full on pasta dinner, but she settled on making quesadilla and airfrying some dino nuggets and fries. 

She scooped some food and filled her dog's water bowl just as Daisy came back inside and settled on her bed. Miriam went to her room while her dino nuggets and fries cooked. She opened some packages she got.

Now that she was public on Instagram a lot of brands would send her things. She even became a brand ambassador for Savage×Fenty. To her luck the first package she opened was from Rihanna herself. She laughed at the handwritten note she got and pulled out the lingerie. Part of her contract was that she had to post two outfits/sets of the lingerie she received, so she decided on a matching lace bra and panty set and some silk pajamas. 

She changed into the lace set first. She recorded herself laying on her stomach though the full length mirror, zooming in on her ass then zooming out to her doing a peace sign. She searched for Doja's song 'Streets' on the music feature and slid her through the song until she got to, 'And baby, I needed space. Ain't nobody 'round here on your level'. She snapped a few mirror selfies after she posted the video on her IG story. She changed into the silk pajamas leaving the top open so the alce bra was still able to be seen and took more mirror selfies. She picked a few for her post. 

She hoped a certain someone happened to see her story and get a hint. If he doesn't, she's gonna take it as her hint to stop trying to get him to notice her. She could be the first to reach out, but she didn't want to seem desperate for his validation. Technically speaking, Jack was the one who wanted to talk, so he should be the one to reach out, not her. 

Miriam turned on the TV and went through the episodes she recorded. Her dad and Diego were going to be guests on Beat Bobby Flay and she never missed the chance to see Bobby get heckled by her dad. Once her dad and Diego were announced, she ran to the kitchen, remembering that she had food in the airfryer. She tossed everything on a plate and made her sauce concoction of ranch, Sriracha and ketchup. 

She settled back in bed and continued watching the episode. Halfway through, she got a text message alert. She reached for her phone on the nightstand and checked who it was from. Miriam nearly fell off her bed seeing Jack's contact name. She sat up straight and stared at the notification. She couldn't believe he actually messaged her. 

She needed to take a breather before she went to read his message. She grabbed her dishes and went to the kitchen. She washed her dishes, cleaned the counters, and swept up the crumbs that fell onto the floor. She took out some chicken from the freezer and set it in the sink to defrost for the morning. Once she felt like she stalled enough, she went back to her room. Fifteen minutes has passed so she can finally see what he sent her. 

'Hope you don't mind, but Urb passed me your email. I sent you something through there. Listen to it if you want, no pressure. Night.'

Miriam pulled up her email and found what he sent listed at the top. She clicked on it, revealing an audio file. It was titled 'A Letter to M'. She grabbed her noise canceling headphones from the nightstand and connected them to her phone. Her thumb hovered above the file. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest. She wiped sweat off her palms on her comforter. She took a deep breath and exhaled, finally pressing on the audio file.

It started with Jack kicking Urban out of his room and cursing for not realizing he started recording. He started talking, apologizing for how awkward he was when he saw her at Target. Miriam smiled to herself. A simple beat started playing after a few seconds of silence. Jack cleared his throat and started rapping, completely catching Miriam off guard. 

She hugged her big pillow and listened to what he was saying. He was apologizing to her, taking the blame for what happened with her sister. He went on talking about how he missed being with her and how wished he could have done things differently so he wouldn't have lost her. He ended the song with 'Sincerely Jack'. It was then when Miriam connected the title to how the song was formatted. 

The music stopped. Miriam pulled off her headphones and turned them off. She wiped off her tears and played the song once more at the highest volume, letting Jack's voice bounce around her room. Once the song ended, she did the same. She replayed the song a few more times. 

It finally sank in. She was a fucking dumbass that jumped to conclusions.

Miriam turned off the song and pulled her messages. She sent him, 'Can I call you rn?'

Instantly he saw the message. The three dots appeared at the bottom then they disappeared. Miriam frowned but quickly collected herself as Jack's name lit up on her screen. She didn't hesitate to answer. 

"Hey."

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(+18) Mi primera infidelidad

Al inicio de mis 20's, tuve muchos pololeos. Algunos duraban más y otros duraban menos... Pero acá me encontraba en una relación de 6 meses con un chico... La relación iba muy bien, hasta que un día encontré un paquete de condones a medio usar en su cuarto... Nosotros no usábamos condones, por lo que me sorprendí... Me dijo que eran de mucho antes de estar juntos y le creí... Pero poco a poco empezaron a salir más evidencias de que me había engañado... Sin embargo, no hice nada, preferí hacerme la tonta... No porque lo amase demasiado, sino que quería ahorrarme el conflicto.

Sin embargo, no me quedé haciendo como si no hubiese visto nada... Me invadían la rabia y los celos... El hecho de reprimir todas esas emociones resultó en una consecuencia que es muy poco recomendable: La venganza.

Decidí revivir una cuenta de Skype que usaba para videollamadas con desconocidos, al momento de entrar tenía una serie de mensajes, pero solamente había un chico conectado en ese momento. Diremos que su nombre era Carlos... Le hablé y se sorprendió mucho de mi regreso, habían pasado varios meses desde que hablamos... Con Carlos solíamos tener sesiones de sexo virtual muy frecuentemente, pero además éramos ciberamigos. Además era uno de los pocos desconocidos en esa aplicación que habían visto mi cara.

Yo sabía lo que quería, aunque la culpa no me dejaba en paz... No era capaz de decirle a Carlos "Hey, quiero sexo ahora". Habíamos tenido nuestra mecánica cibernética por 1 o 2 años y nunca nos habíamos juntado. Yo no sabía siquiera si este chico tenía novia, no tenía idea de nada de su vida fuera de lo que él mismo me decía...

Sin embargo, le dije que tenía ganas de juntarnos, como amigos... Le dije que el estrés de la universidad tenía a todos mis amigos tratando de rescatar exámenes y que yo había salido antes de vacaciones. Esto era verdad, efectivamente me sentía algo sola o más bien, libre de panoramas.

Me dijo que no tenía ningún problema, que estaba completamente solo en su casa porque su familia había ido de vacaciones... Le repetí que no quería sexo, que tenía un novio y que solamente íbamos a juntarnos como amigos. Ante eso, fue comprensivo y dijo que no había problema, que podíamos juntarnos a cocinar y tomar unas copas para ponernos al día nada más.... Nada más...

Carlos vivía en La Reina, una comuna que yo desconocía más allá del cine, por lo que le pedí que fuese a buscarme al metro. No tuvo ningún problema, era bastante "caballero" en realidad... Sin embargo yo estaba nerviosa... ¿Quería realmente tener sexo?, ¿Era capaz de tener sexo con alguien más?... No sabía qué hacer... Y esa indecisión me pesó mientras me duchaba en mi casa, mientras decidía qué ropa ponerme... Absolutamente todo....

Opté por lo más saludable... Me vestí de forma normal, sin prendas insinuantes.... Sin embargo mi ropa interior era erótica, bastante sexy en realidad... Usé una tanga con encajes... Solamente si es que lograba convencerme a última hora....

Cuando llegó al metro, pude darme cuenta de que él estaba mucho más arreglado que yo... Tenía la apariencia de un chico que iba a una cita, sin dudas... Y yo... La apariencia de quien se levantó atrasada para ir a una clase importante a las 8 de la mañana.

En el camino hablamos bastante.. Me pareció mucho más agradable en persona que a través de una pantalla... Por lo que me empecé a sentir nerviosa, sin duda era el tipo de hombre que dejaría que me follase sin importar nada... Mis nervios me hicieron repetir que esta junta era completamente amistosa... Y me dijo "Tranquila, con suerte y te abracé cuando nos saludamos"... Su mirada indicaba que no tenía más intenciones...

Llegando a su casa me ofreció un poco de café por el frío... A lo cual acepté... Mientras lo miraba cargando el hervidor... No pude evitar darme cuenta de que sus manos eran realmente grandes y todo lo que podían hacer en mi cuerpo... Recordé todas nuestras sesiones de sexo por cámara... Todas las cosas que siempre dijo que quería hacerme y todas las que yo quería hacerle... Me sentí estúpida... Tratando constantemente de convencerme de que no quería hacer algo que moría de ganas por hacer...

Notó que me quedé callada observándolo... Se acercó y me abrazo poniendo su boca en mi cuello... Le repetí que no quería hacer nada... Que era una junta de buenos amigos... Y me dijo "Si realmente quieres que pare, aléjame de ti y no lo volveré a intentar"... No hice nada de eso...

Nos besamos contra una muralla, me manoseó absolutamente toda de una forma casi desesperada... Cada vez que su lengua chocaba con la mía me daba cuenta de lo mucho que había esperado para poder hacer esto... Y yo ya no sentía culpa alguna... No.. Era mi venganza y me sentía con todo el derecho del mundo a llevarla a cabo...

Me llevó al living que era el lugar más cercano... Aún así, me hice de rogar y le dije "Solamente serán besos"... Apenas dije esas palabras, puso mi mano sobre su pantalón para que pudiese sentir lo dura que estaba.... Toqué tímidamente... Se bajó los pantalones y ahí pude poner su pene entre mis dedos... Ya no tan tímidamente... Podía sentirlo palpitando entre mis dedos...

Hizo el clásico intento que todos los hombres hacen cuando quieren pedirte sexo oral.... (Que por cierto, es una pésima técnica) y me senté en el sillón... Le dije que no se la iba a chupar... Que eso me parecía demasiado... Que me hacía sentir culpable...

Se puso de pie sin decir nada... Me tomó del pelo y me obligó a chupársela... Una parte de mi estaba aliviada... Decir que "no quería", me hacía sentir menos culpable... Se la chupé no recuerdo por cuantos minutos.... Pero le dije claramente "Lo que no te dejaré, es acabar en mi boca, ni tampoco tendremos sexo anal".... Era una especie de ultimatum.. Por algún motivo siento que esas cosas son más "avanzadas", realmente me iba a sentir culpable si dejaba que hiciera de todo conmigo... Tenía que dibujar un límite en alguna parte y ese era el que decidí... Accedió.... Me dio vuelta, se puso un condón y empezó a follarme sin parar.... Y casi como si fuese un castigo por haberme obligado a cometer mi primera infidelidad.. Acabé y acabé sobre su sillón, sin duda esto le tomaría un día entero para limpiarlo... Al igual que esperaba que me tomase un día poder reponerme de lo que estaba haciendo....

Así estuvimos teniendo sexo, una y otra vez... En el sexo no ocurrió nada muy relevante, fue sexo "normal", fuera de un par de nalgadas, tirones de peo, un par de escupos en mis tetas y en mi boca.... Fuera de eso, no había ninguna "primera vez", excepto el hecho de que era mi primera vez siendo infiel....

Si soy honesta, la culpa me invadía, pero se sentía tan rico.... Algo había en el morbo de hacer algo que no debería hacer... En el hecho de poder vengarme, en el hecho de poder "variar" en la forma en que tenía sexo.... Eran otras posiciones, no las que tenía con mi pareja... Era otro pene, otras manos, otro sabor... Era un viento de aire fresco sobre mis perversiones...

Todo estaba bien hasta que mientras teníamos sexo en el suelo, de lado... Comenzó a vibrar mi teléfono... Era mi pareja... No era nada importante, me mandó un par de memes y una oferta de un libro que estaba esperando que bajase de precio...

Mientras revisaba el teléfono, no dejamos de follar.... Y como él estaba detrás mío... Pudo ver la conversación.... Y me dijo "Y si le mandas un audio?" Imbécil.... No había forma en que le pudiese mandar un mensaje de voz... Él sabía perfectamente la forma en como sonaba mi vagina mientras tenía sexo, sabía mi respiración, podría darse cuenta de todo.... Solamente le escribí... Y él leía todo... Mientras le escribía me la metía con más y más fuerza.... Y yo no dejaba de mojarme más y más....

Tuve el mayor orgasmo que había tenido en meses... Algo en toda la situación me parecía demasiado rico... El miedo a que mi pareja me llamase por teléfono, el miedo a que me descubriese.... Era algo demasiado adictivo y rico para desaprovecharlo....

Tuvimos sexo con mi compañero de infidelidad hasta que él ya no podía más... Pasamos la noche en su casa... Al día siguiente me fui temprano... Llegué a mi casa... Y por sorprendente que me pareciese, la culpa fue más breve de lo que me demoré en bañarme cuando llegué.... Me gustó... Me había encantado la experiencia... Lo único que deseaba hacer en ese momento, era comprar mi libro y dormir...

Con el pasar de las semanas, esa relación terminó, lo gracioso es que no fue por sus infidelidades o las mías, sino que simplemente la relación había cumplido su ciclo... Y por primera vez en mucho tiempo, me alegré de no haber tenido la sensación de "Y si hubiese hecho esto"...

#relatos #relatos +18 #tumblr chilenito #tumblr chilensis #chile

[mind-intheclouds342]

Algo que lo relaja (Denji x reader)

-"Mm? Qué ocurre lindo?" preguntaste viendo la televisión cuando sentiste que tu novio hundió su rostro entre tus senos

-"Mmmhp…mmm" murmuró aferrandose a ti

-"Tuviste un día pesado, eh?" acariciaste su cabello

-"Mm-hm" asintió mientras murmuraba

-"Okay~ puedes relajarte allí" mencionaste en una sonrisa

Se te escapó una risilla cuando él levantó tu camisa y se metió dentro de esta.

-"Sin sosten!" dijo de golpe rodeando sus brazos por tu cuerpo

-"Si, es más cómodo así y más accesible para ti cuando te sientes cansado" respondiste

-"Eres la mejor~" rio levemente para llevar uno de tus pechos a su boca

-"Y tú eres un bebé grande" mencionaste en una risilla rodeando su espalda con tus brazos mientras seguías atenta a la serie que estabas viendo en un principio

Denji podía perfectamente quedarse allí por mucho tiempo, y como estabas tan entretenida con tu programa, nunca te lo quitaste de encima.

Hasta que…

-"Hey quiero ir a buscar unas frituras" dijiste palmeando su espalda, al no obtener respuesta abriste el cuello de tu camisa para ver en tu pecho "Denji?"

Allí viste a tu novio con sus ojos cerrados, tu pezón aún en su boca y un pequeño hilo de baba cayendo por su mentón.

-"Te dormiste??" preguntaste de golpe "Esto es peor que tener un gato dormido encima… No quiero despertarlo… Se ve tan lindo así…" te cuestionaste "Bueno. Las frituras pueden esperar"

Besaste su frente para regresar a ver tu serie tranquila, cuando sea realmente una emergencia, tal vez pienses en quitartelo de encima.

#chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man scenarios #chainsaw man #chainsaw man denji #denji smut #denji headcanons #csm denji

[spidersinmysoup]

Hola ciberamigos mi novio esta teniendo una crisis pq se acordó de una mini serie/corto animado que pasaban entre medio de las propagandas y no lo puede encontrar (no se acuerda de cuál peograma era pero estamos más inclinados a cartoon network)

La descripción que me da era que eran una banda de rock/ punk y que tocaban conciertos pero eran una verga (en sus palabras) y hablaban en gruñidos y que la intro también eran gruñidos

Tambien hizo un dibujito de cómo se acuerda que se veían los personajes

Dice también que habían dos personajes más

Uno tenia 'pirinchitos' en el pelo (sus palabras) y el otro era normal

Espero puedan ayudarnos besitos

[latinotiktok]

Propaganda: (SPOILER WARNING)

Gojo Satoru

-gojo satoru es chileno. por el memorial en santiago.

-Gojo es argentino porque es insoportable pero igual lo quiero

-Gojo porque simplemente tiene (tenia 😔) la perfecta personalidad de un argentino osea su carisma y virguez no lo conseguís en ningún otro lugar del mundo

-Hola yo pondría al gojo ese de jujutsu kaisen como chileno por todo ese altar que le pusieron en el metro hace poco(? Nunca he visto la serie pero mi humilde aporte u_u Saludos!

-Vengo a pedir que le den a Gojo nacionalidad chilena y/o argentina porque si es. Además sigue en pie el memorial en el metro de santiago ES NUESTRO GEGE

-Gojo Satoru por El altar el Chile gjgjj

-Gojo Satoru. Tiene la personalidad y yo quiero ver el mundo arder

Koby

Koby/Coby de one piece, el compa tenia fe en el mundo hasta que se enteró de la corrupción

Koby de One Piece, me da las vibes

Koby One Pice, ya sea anime o el live action, lo ponían a trapear y le pegaban si no

Koby o Coby como se escriba, el de pelo rosa de juan piz, ese wey es policía amigo de un criminal y trata de que no lo arresten

Koby One Piece, le pegaban en su casa

Koby One Piece, se escapó de su casa con su amigo cholo para después unirse al ejercito y hacerse amigo (o novio) del hijo del patrón

Koby Juan Piz, se escapo con su amigo el cholo

Koby One Pice, nomás míralo wey

Koby, ta convenciendo al abuelo de su mejor amigo que no lo mate alv

Koby One Piece, me cayó bien el compa, tiene daddy issues

Koby One Piece, quedó atrapado en medio de un conflicto familiar

Koby One Piece, míralo, se parece a mi en prepa

Koby One Piece, me cae bien

#canonize your blorbo as latino tournament #polls

[tengomilpalabrasparati]

Cumpleaños 🎂

Keanu Reeves, 'el hombre más querido de Hollywood', cumple 59 años

'El hombre más querido de Hollywood', 'la mejor persona de Hollywood', 'el novio de Internet'... Si ya es difícil ser catalogado con uno de esos títulos, que los tres recaigan en la misma persona es casi una misión imposible. Pero hay un actor que lo ha conseguido. Y es que Keanu Reeves, que este sábado cumple 59 años, no es un actor al uso.

Raíces exóticas

De padre chino-hawaiano y de madre británica, Keanu Reeves creció en Toronto y se trasladó a los 16 años a Los Ángeles para trabajar como actor.

De hecho ya antes, durante su estancia en Canadá, había actuado en el Theatre Arts High School.

Sus primeras interpretaciones tuvieron lugar en series de televisión como 'Hanging'. A los veintidós años debutó en el cine con papeles secundarios en películas como 'Flying', 'Forja de campeones' y 'Las amistades peligrosas' y probó suerte en la comedia con su aparición en comedias como 'El alucinante viaje de Bill y Ted'.

Con su intervención en 'Mi Idaho privado' saltó por fin a la fama y empezó a ganarse el reconocimiento del público.

En esta misma época comienza también a aparecer en numerosas portadas de revistas gracias a su innegable atractivo físico, que acompaña de un aire de timidez.

Reeves ha consolidado una imagen de hombre introvertido, apartado del aspecto frívolo del mundo del espectáculo y reacio a ser pasto de la prensa, cuidando siempre su vida privada.

En los inicios de la década de los noventa fue llamado por Francis Ford Coppola para trabajar en 'Drácula de Bram Stoker', aunque su actuación en este filme no dejó muy satisfecho a Reeves. Fue además el protagonista de 'Pequeño Buda' e intervino en 'Mucho ruido y pocas nueces'.

Su carrera pareció consolidarse en estos años con el enorme éxito que obtuvo gracias a su interpretación en 'Speed' (1994), un film completamente comercial, pero entretenido y con una excelente acogida de público, que coprotagonizó con Sandra Bullock.

A partir de ese momento, cuando todo parecía apuntar a la consolidación de su carrera, el actor trabajó en una serie de títulos de escaso prestigio. 'Un paseo por las nubes', 'Reacción en cadena', o 'La última vez que me suicidé' parecieron sepultar una actividad profesional llena de esperanzas.

De esta situación vino a sacarle su intervención en 'Pactar con el diablo', con Al Pacino como coprotagonista.

Y llegó Neo

Su popularidad alcanzó la cota máxima con su papel protagonista como Neo en 'Matrix' y sus correspondientes secuelas de 'Matrix Reloaded' y 'Matrix Revolutions'.

Y es que Neo es mucho más que el protagonista de una saga cinematográfica. Muchos jóvenes comenzaron a copiar su forma de vestir, sus gafas y hasta su forma de moverse y Neo se convirtió en un icono.

Sin 'dobles'

Entre sus pasiones se encuentra la de rodar él mismo las escenas arriesgadas, sin utilizar a dobles especialistas.

Tanto es así que, en mayo de 2004, recibió el premio Taurus en reconocimiento al mérito demostrado en toda su carrera de rodar gran parte de las escenas con esfuerzo físico o riesgo moderado.

Además de por su innegable talento para la interpretación, Reeves se ha hecho famoso por su calidad humana, tanto es así que durante años se le ha conocido como el 'novio de internet' y sus fans le han proclamado 'el hombre más querido de Hollywood'.

Todo empezó cuando Reeves se acercó a una de sus fans que estaba en silla de ruedas y empezó a conversar con ella, durante la entrega de su Estrella en el Paseo de la Fama de Hollywood.

Años más tarde, Reeves volvió a ser tendencia tras cederle su asiento en el metro de Nueva York a una mujer. El video se publicó en YouTube en 2011 ya acumuló millones de visualizaciones.

En 2020 la leyenda resurgió cuando asistió a la ceremonia de los Oscar con mujer mayor que él, de la que muchos comentaron que podía ser su nueva pareja y que era nada más y nada menos que su madre.

Además se hizo público que, de los 45 millones de dólares que el actor ganó por interpretar a Neo en la primera entrega d 'Matrix', donó más de 30 millones para la investigación del cáncer y creación de una fundación para ayudar a un hospital oncológico para niños.

La enfermedad de su hermana, el fallecimiento de su hija al nacer y el de su exnovia en una accidente automovilístico pocos años después, tampoco pasaron desapercibidos para el público, que cada día mostraba más cariño por el actor, lo que le hizo ganarse ese título de 'el más querido de Hollywood'.

Reflexivo, profundo y sincero, Keanu Reeves es un actor poco común, que nunca quedó atrapado en el circuito de celebridad y excesos de algunos de sus compañeros de profesión.

Alguien cuyas escasas declaraciones y apariciones públicas y su belleza, que apenas ha cambiado con el paso del tiempo, unido a su capacidad para transmitir ternura, le está disputando el podio de 'mejor persona de Hollywood' al mismísimo Tom Hanks.

Keanu Reeves y su novia Alexandra Grant

#Cumpleaños 🎂 #Keanu Reeves #cumple 59 años

[chicacielogris]

Relatos de mi diario sobre cosas que jamás pasaron

Querido diario... Ahí estaba yo, viernes en la noche. Estaba apunto de meterme a la cama cuando solo mi teléfono, era mi mejor amigo.

Hacia un par de semanas que él y su novia habían roto así que creí que me llamaría por un bajón o tal vez estaba pedo y necesitaba apoyo moral.

Por suerte no era el caso, solo necesitaba un favor: 'Ocurre que mañana es esta boda a la que me habían invitado hace algunos meses, se supone iría con ella pero, obvio, ya no se va a poder, ¿irías conmigo? la neta me hace falta distracción pero no quiero estar solo...'

Me la pensé por un segundo: '¿de quién es la boda?', pregunté por curiosidad. Él, astuto me ignoró y prosiguió a rogarme: 'Anda, te encantan las bodas, no me vayas a dejar morir con extraños...'

Por supuesto, no lo iba a dejar morir solo, así que acepté.

A la mañana siguiente saque todo lo que tenía en mi closet buscando algo decente que usar en la boda, lo más lindo y sutil que encontré fue un vestido morado, lo había comprado el año anterior para ir al cine a ver la película de taylor swift. Un vestido morado similar al usado en speak now tour, cosa que me dio risa porque lo usaría para una boda.

Dejando de lado la ironía del vestido morado proseguí a arreglarme y esperar que mi bf pasara por mi. Paso todo el camino hablándome sobre su mal de amores y negándose a responder mi pregunta sobre quien se casaba.

Habíamos omitido la ceremonia religiosa porque no era de nuestro gusto y llegamos directamente a la recepción en el salón donde se haría la boda por el civil de aquellos desconocidos.

Lo que aconteció apenas entramos fue digno de una sitcom. Apenas entre por aquel pasillo adornado de luces, tomada de la mano de mi mejor amigo cuando, todos los invitados, incluyendo a los novios volearon a verme, sorprendidos. En shock.

Resultó que aquel que se casaba era un ex novio mío de la prepa (viejo amigo de mi bf) , con quien las cosas no terminaron muy bien y cuya ahora esposa me odiaba de sobre manera (exagerado a mi parecer).

Mi mirada, seria se volvió hacia mi amigo exigiendo una explicación, su mirada me respondió con un 'lo siento' juguetón. Del otro lado del lugar, el novio me miraba con sorpresa mientas que la novia con un enojo bastante evidente.

De pronto, un ejemplar con un amplio traje de brillos y un porta papeles corrió hacia el dj, emocionado y con una sonrisa traviesa. Entonces sonó la canción...

Al reconocer que él dj acababa de recibirme con la mismísima canción de speak now, en la boda de un ex y con vestido morado, no pude con la pena, tome a mi bf del brazo y nos fuimos corriendo a algún rincón para evitar reírme.

Después de la ceremonia y la comida decidí salir a tomar aire y me encontré con el wedding planner y su traje de brillitos, quien resultó ser swiftie y se le hizo chistoso verme entrar con el vestido morado. Entonces proseguí a contarle mi dramática e infantil historia con él novio y el porque todos estaban tan sacados de onda.

Mi bf salio a fumar y nos encontró platicando, así que le contamos la historia de la canción y el vestido morado. Los tres morimos de la risa con la s historias.

La noche paso sin más disfrutando la fiesta, evitando el drama y con un nuevo amigo.

Te juro que nadie me creería esta historia sino fuera porque el camarógrafo capto el momento exacto de mi llegada. Mi nuevo amigo de aquella noche me consiguió el clip y ahora lo guardo porque vaya que fue divertida la serie de coincidencias.

xoxo gris

#cielo gris #tumblr #citas #textos #quotes #art #swifties #tayloswift #speak now #anécdotas #follow #escritora #fake #citas propias