#alex sobrino

[doodling-doodle]

Dear Doodle

I believe it is time for more ABO

Well, as you wish!

---

Kyle was now six months along. Six months... It felt like not much time had passed.

But he knew it had. When his belly was so heavy and his baby girl was kicking all the time, how could he not?

He found himself lying in bed one morning, tired but unable to sleep. Alex was holding him, his arm acting as his pillow while his hand was on his belly, rubbing a line into the swell.

Were they still on the middle name debate? Yeah, but they hadn't talked about it in a while. But he was thinking of names that they could maybe compromise on...

He just felt tired. He was sore, he was tired, he was swollen, and he was honestly ready to have this be over so he could meet his baby.

"You okay?" Alex asked, voice raspy from sleep.

"I wanna sleep but I can't..." He replied, tearing up slightly. Stupid.

"I'm sorry, baby..." Alex said, sighing, "I know it's only three... I can go make breakfast? We have to get on base in a few hours- you know what, I'm going to call Price and tell him you won't be on base today, I think you need a break."

Normally he would fight it... but he couldn't disagree, he needed rest and a break.

"I'm not too hungry right now..." He said, "Maybe if I just get up and do something, I'll exhaust myself and force myself to sleep."

"Ah, ah, ah, that's not good." Alex said, sitting up, "Don't do that. Right now, you need rest, for both you and Rosa."

He sat up slowly, rubbing his belly as he did, groaning, "I don't know what else to do..."

"Why don't I... make you something warm? That might do something." Alex said, rubbing his shoulder as he held his hand on his belly.

He nodded, and Alex kissed him and his belly before turning on the bedside lamp and yawning, walking out of the room and downstairs, passing the now fully decorated nursery as he did.

He found himself looking in the living room as he waited for water to boil so he could make Kyle some ramen. He smiled softly, thinking about holding his baby girl on the couch, playing with her, feeding her, rocking her to sleep... Oh, he was so excited. He was going to cherish his little girl. Just had to help Kyle through these next few months. He knew it was getting harder on him, but he always said it was worth it. He fought a little when Price decided to take him out of training recruits and running drills and purely put him on desk duty, but ultimately took it when he realized just how hard it was for him to actually run drills. It was hard for Alex to see him in pain, whether it was from Rosalie kicking or from Braxton Hicks, he always felt so bad seeing him either curling up in pain or crying, and all he could do was hold him.

But he would always do it. That was his husband and father of his future child. He was more than happy to help them. He would always help them, he truly loved doing it.

He would love his child more than anything. He already did.

...

Kyle hummed softly as he stood from his desk, walking out of his office and to the mess hall. He did get quite a bit of paperwork that morning, mission reports, deliveries, and things he needed to write up. But he was starving, so he would take the break. Even if he didn't really like whatever was in the mess-

"Hey, mi sobrino!"

He turned to the common room, seeing Ale and Rudy in the kitchenette.

"Come here, we got our own lunch." Ale said, smiling, "You deserve better than the slop of the mess hall."

He smiled softly, walking in as Ale patted his shoulder, marching him to the couch, "But don't think for a second you're doing more work."

"Tío, I'm fine, I'm just doing paperwork."

"Doesn't matter. You are growing a whole human inside of you and that's hard work." Ale sat him down, making sure he was comfortable, "Stay there." He said as he walked back to the kitchenette.

He pouted, but stayed there and leaned back slightly, mindlessly rubbing his belly as he closed his eyes, listening to Ale and Rudy as they cooked.

He perked up when he heard his phone go off, seeing a text from Alex.

"Almost back now. How are you?"

He smiled softly, "I'm fine. Ale and Rudy are cooking and telling me to sit down, like I haven't been all day."

"You're not used to being told to relax, huh?"

"I still miss working with recruits!"

"I know, but you might be back at it after she's born."

"What if I don't wanna wait?"

"You have to :) Be back soon!"

He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

"Alex?" Rudy asked.

"Alex..." He sighed happily, "He's on his way back from Farah's... Something came up, she needed something."

"Field related?"

"No, something else... He should be here soon." He smiled softly, hearing Rudy chuckle.

"Shocked he took it up, considering how attentive he is to you." He said, bringing over a plate.

He chuckled, taking it from him, "I kinda volunteered him for it."

"You're not used to being so taken care of, huh?"

"Not really... Feel more bad for him than anything, he always needs to be around me. Trying to give him a break."

"So you sent him off?" Ale asked, chuckling a little.

"Yeah..."

"You don't know how to be pregnant, Kyle. You're supposed to be taken care of!"

He glared at Rudy, chuckling softly, "Maybe so... I will say, it is nice to be taken care of like that..."

"Of course it is."

He smiled softly, putting his now empty plate down as he sighed, "Fuck, I scarfed that down, Rudy... Love your cooking."

He chuckled, "Maybe I'll start cooking more when you have to stay on base... though that's increasingly rare."

He giggled softly, "Even so-" He winced slightly, feeling Rosalie kick him hard and a sharp pain in his belly, "Rosa... Please..."

"You okay?" Ale asked, sitting closer to him.

"Just kicking me..." He said, holding his belly softly as he breathed, "... And Braxton Hicks."

Ale nodded softly, holding his hands as he winced again, whimpering slightly.

"You're okay, you're okay." He whispered, holding Kyle close to him, "It'll be over soon, just breathe."

"I'll get you some water." Rudy said, standing and going back to the kitchenette.

"Al-Alex will be back soon, right?" Kyle asked, leaning against Ale softly.

"Yeah. He's almost here, don't worry, okay?"

Kyle nodded, trying to breathe through the pain and letting Ale rub his back and his belly while he rocked him softly. It helped a lot, but it, thankfully, stopped quickly, and he didn't even notice when it all stopped.

"Sometimes I hate being pregnant..." He said, huffing out a chuckle.

"I think I can see why." Rudy said, sitting beside him and handing him a glass of water, "But... it will be worth it in the end, right?"

"Of course..." He smiled softly, "But damn it, sometimes it's so annoying!"

Ale chuckled, letting go of him softly, "You're doing hard work. You're gonna do just fine as a father, I know it."

He truly hoped so... He wanted to be so bad.

...

For days, almost two weeks after Alex returned, Kyle would curl up next to him, or in his arms. As much as he wanted to give Alex a break, he really missed him. And Alex missed him too. He was happy to hold him for hours, kiss all over his stomach, and cook whatever he wanted that day.

He just finished up with the training for the recruits, telling them to go enjoy the next few hours before they would go to the shooting range.

He went to go find Kyle in his office, seeing him sitting at his desk and writing up papers on his laptop.

"You alright, baby?" He asked, making Kyle look up, smiling.

"I'm fine. Just about done with these." Kyle replied, clearly rubbing his belly as if Rosa had just kicked him, "We still going out for dinner tonight?"

"If you're up for it." He walked up to him, sitting next to him and pulling two containers out of his bag, "I got some lunch."

"Aw, love..." Kyle smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly, "You're the best."

"Don't I know it."

They both chuckled, and Kyle leaned back, opening the container and eyes rolling back when the smell hit him, "God, you're so good at cooking these."

Alex smirked, closing Kyle's laptop for him and turning to him as Kyle started eating. He just watched him for a minute, almost forgetting he had his own lunch as he was enamored with his husband.

He found himself staring at Kyle all the time, when he was just doing anything. Eating, sleeping, sitting down- anything. He always thought he was the most beautiful man in the world, but now, he saw their baby with him, and it was like his beauty just enhanced by one thousand.

It had been almost seven months. Seven. There were only two and a half months left before they could meet their baby girl.

"What are you looking at?" Kyle asked.

"The most beautiful people in the world."

"Oh, she's sharing that place with me now?"

He chuckled, "I have a feeling she's going to look like you. So yes."

Kyle blushed softly, rocking his chair side to side as he kept eating, "Sh-Shut up..."

"Aw, come on, you don't want her to look like you?"

"I think she'll look like you!"

"Wanna bet?"

Kyle rolled his eyes playfully, "You hope she looks like me, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I hope she gets your smile, how about that?"

Alex laughed, shaking his head slightly.

They both knew they would love her no matter what. They already adored her.

But Alex did have hopes that she would look like Kyle. Because he was the one doing all the work. He deserved to have her look like him.

...

At seven and a half months, Kyle got his final ultrasound. Alex struggled watching Kyle decline slightly, how he needed help to walk, was a lot more tired, and was sad about Price officially putting them both on leave. But the joy was above the struggles for both of them.

Kyle thought that they would be used to it, so Alex wouldn't be hovering over him in the doctor's office, but no. He was still right there next to him, holding his hand and his other hand on his shoulder. This was common for all appointments, but, Alex would always step back when he needed to, just watch over him with such care and attention, it always made him tear up a little.

"How's she looking?" Alex asked, snapping Kyle from his thoughts.

"Looking good and healthy." The nurse replied, "Heartbeat sounds normal, looks like she's fully developed- oh, that was a kick, wasn't it?"

"Yep, it was." Kyle said, chuckling, feeling the lingering soreness. Then, he watched- and felt- her hand run against his womb softly. He swore Alex nearly broke down in tears.

"She looks great. Even a little bigger than a normal seven-month..." The nurse said, then her face shifted ever so slightly. He wasn't going to say anything, but Alex did.

"Everything okay?" It was soft, with concern barely hidden.

"Normally, babies would have at least started to turn on their heads." The nurse said, "She isn't moving. Which is not all that concerning, maybe she'll flip soon, it's not uncommon."

He squeezed Alex's hand.

"Is... there a higher chance of her being a breach birth?" Alex asked.

"Maybe slightly- not enough to truly worry about."

They both nodded.

The rest of the appointment went fine, but both of them were quiet. Alex kept holding his hand, even while driving back to the house. He didn't know what to really say.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked when they got closer to the house.

"I... Don't know." He replied quietly.

"Me neither..."

"Why hasn't she even started turning?"

"Aren't there ways to... try and help her turn?" Alex asked as he parked, "Do you want to try it?"

He nodded, smiling softly, "How do you stay so calm? Wish I had that."

Alex chuckled slightly, "I'm really not calm, but, one of us has to try to be."

He laughed, almost forgetting all about the reason he was worried in the first place as Alex opened his door, and he followed after him, holding his arm as they went inside, Iris laying over his legs as he laid on the couch, head laying on Alex's lap, feeling him play with his hair, which he, admittedly, had stopped taking as good care of. It was more frizz than curl now, and had even grown about an inch.

"You hungry?" Alex asked after a while.

"Oh, yeah I am." Kyle replied, slowly rolling over to look up at Alex, "I'll take anything you make, I'm starving."

Alex chuckled, slowly moving him to get up, "I'll make some pizza."

Oh yeah. He has the best husband ever... He loved his Alpha...

He knew that he would be a fantastic father. He already loved his daughter, he knew he would do anything for her... Alex had spent hours just sitting in the nursery, smiling and thinking.

On all the rough days, when he just wanted to curl up and try to get her to stop moving so much, there Alex was, giving him a massage, or holding him for hours, getting him anything he needed. Alex would kiss his stomach, talking softly, as if talking to Rosalie. Sometimes he would sing to her. And the best part was, he could feel Rosalie calming down and stilling once Alex started talking to her.

Alex was the best husband an Omega could ask for...

"You alright over there?" Alex asked, smiling softly.

"Yeah... Just thinking..." He replied, looking over and realizing Alex was gazing at him, damn near sparkles in his eyes.

Alex could never get tired of looking at him. He'd admit, he was going to miss seeing the baby bump once she was born.

But he was going to love seeing her grow up...

He helped Kyle up the stairs to their room after dinner, and Kyle went to sleep quickly. Which he was thankful for...

He cried. He left the room, went to the nursery, and cried. He was scared. He was scared that his child could be in danger if she didn't turn. He was scared that his husband could also be in danger. He just wanted them to be safe. He couldn't help Kyle much, if at all, with this. He just had to hope to God that she would flip over soon.

He finally calmed down. He quietly went back to their room, carefully crawling back into bed to hold onto Kyle, his scent making him feel much more relaxed.

"I love you, Kyle... I love you, Rosa..."

...

Kyle was finally eight and a half months along. They decided to get one more ultrasound, and found that Rosa had finally, slightly, started to turn, which made them both relax a lot. They were both officially put on leave when he hit eight months, as per Kyle's request, and everyone had started to visit them as much as possible. Graves had gifts from the Shadows, which kept pouring in. Alex's parents had been sending things in, and Ale and Rudy were dropping off anything and everything. Ale's sister had made matching baby and full-sized blankets for them, too, which they loved.

Kyle was a lot more tired now, a lot more frequently. He felt kicks a lot more often, and had Braxton Hicks a lot more. He even had a full false labor once last week.

Everyone was guessing what her exact birthday would be. It was really heartwarming to see everyone get so excited, getting her clothes and toys, and getting Kyle "Post-partum" clothes.

So now it was a waiting game, and Alex had all the time in the world. Every night, he would sit Kyle up and try to loosen his back. His muscles would get tight and uncomfortable, and Alex was more than happy to help. He would help Kyle bathe, help him get dressed, changed, anything. He helped Kyle calm down after finding out the labor was false, helped him through the false contractions. They were talking about her so much, thinking about her future, what she might be like, who'd she look more like. Even Iris was a lot more cuddly.

But he was so tired of being pregnant. He was looking forward to the following days now, counting them down to his due date.

Fourteen days. Then thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Then ten. Nine. Eight. Seven...

Seven.

"Feel better?" Alex asked as he softly massaged Kyle's shoulder, sitting behind him. Kyle nodded, humming softly as he leaned back.

"Thanks, love..." Kyle said softly, sighing in relief as Alex moved down his back, feeling one of his hands move to the side of his belly, where Rosa kicked into his hand.

"She's active today, huh?" Alex asked, smiling.

"Won't stop kicking my sides... God, I am excited for next week."

"Might happen before that." He felt Alex kiss his neck, near his mating bite, before moving to be in front of him.

"Want me to get your legs? I know you're sore." Alex asked, and he nodded softly, leaning back and closing his eyes as he felt Alex's warm hands on his thighs.

"This little girl will have you wrapped around her finger." Kyle said, and he heard Alex chuckle.

"Oh yeah. But I'm happy with that. I will spoil her." Alex replied, kissing his belly softly, and he giggled.

"Don't spoil her too much. Still raising her right, Al..."

"I am allowed to spoil my daughter to death, thank you very much!"

Kyle chuckled softly, "Fine, fine... A little spoiling is fine." He yawned, and he felt Alex shifting, helping him lay down and kissing over his face softly, which actually put him to sleep pretty quickly.

Six days... Six days left.

Or... should have been.

Alex woke up at about two in the morning, and he rolled over to find that Kyle's side of the bed was empty.

"Kyle?" He said softly, voice raspy.

He sat up, running a hand down his face and reaching for his water bottle on his nightstand as he swung his legs to the floor, and he realized that the bathroom door was shut and the light was on... He heard, what sounded like, shaky breathing.

He was worried now. He put his water bottle back down, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked softly.

"Kyle? You okay?" He asked. No answer.

"Kyle." It was firmer this time. No answer.

"Are you okay?" He was worried. But there was a somewhat answer.

"The- The doors unlocked..."

He quickly opened it, seeing Kyle curled up, leaning on the ledge of the bathtub, tears running down his face as he sobbed, cradling his belly.

"Kyle..." He walked up to him, kneeling down and slowly pulling Kyle into his arms, "What's going on?"

"I-I'm..." He took in a sharp breath, "I'm in so much pain..."

"Shh..." He rocked Kyle softly, letting him nuzzle into his neck, biting down on his scent gland, which seemed to relax him a little.

"You're okay... you're okay." He pulled back slightly, still holding Kyle's hands, smiling softly. The smile dropped when Kyle's face changed, whining in pain and gripping Alex's hands tighter.

"Breathe..." He whispered, trying to keep a straight face through his worry... and the pain he was in from the vice-like grip on his hands.

After about thirty seconds, Kyle breathed in again, and Alex cradled his face softly, realizing he was drenched in sweat.

"Just keep breathing... How long?"

"U-Uh... almost an hour...?" Kyle replied, "I don't know if it's real, I-I just-" He cut himself off, gripping Alex's arms tighter as he gritted his teeth.

"It's okay... You're okay."

He watched Kyle's eyes suddenly open as he breathed heavily.

"Hey, hey..." He gently rubbed Kyle's cheek, about to reach up and get a wet washcloth, but Kyle held him down.

"Alex." He looked panicked.

"My water just broke."

[rubywolffxxx]

Pole Position (Formula 1 x lectora)

Resumen: La última carrera del campeonato de Formula 2 estaba a la vuelta de la esquina. Tania quería llevarse el premio mayor, poder cerrar con broche de oro su salida y acomodar su entrada a las grandes ligas.

Pero cierto conflicto en pista le daria el reconocimiento por las razones equivocadas.

~ Capitulo anterior Capitulo siguiente ~

Masterlist de capítulos

Masterlist de mi autoría

~ IV ~

—Te busqué por todos lados.—un Alex algo aburrido entró a la sala de descanso de Williams—. ¿Qué haces escondido aquí?—

—No me escondía, tú no buscaste bien.—le mostró su celular apenas se sentó a su lado—. Mi amiga Tania corrió su última carrera en Formula 2 justo ahora.—

—Por tu cara deduzco que perdió.—

—Ganó, en realidad.—Alex se extrañó con eso—. Pero hubo cierto... Incidente y me temo que podría costarle una buena sanción.—

Solo unos minutos antes, en la última vuelta de la carrera, uno de los pilotos encerró a Kimi, logrando que se saliera de la pista. Y Tania no se quedó callada.

En el video que Alex miraba se veía como ____ ignoraba los festejos y lo primero que hacía era ir a ver a Kimi, quien estaba en los boxes aledaños.

Hubiese sido un lindo gesto ante el público, una piloto preocupada por un compañero. Bastante noble. Pero entonces Will, el chico que ocasionó el choque de Kimi, se acercó. Y Tania lo empujó.

—Mide dos metros más que ella pero aún así le hace frente. Es valiente la enana.—Franco sonrió apenas—. Pero me temo que ese coraje nos va a salir caro a futuro... Va a tener que trabajar en ese temperamento.—

Alex se emocionó con el asunto, asi que entre los dos quedaron al pendiente de todo el drama.

—Encerró a Kimi, Mary. Destrozó su auto ¿Y si salía herido?—

—Era asunto de ellos, no tuyo.—la joven se sentó de mala gana en aquel escritorio, imaginando el discurso que se venía—. De todos los pilotos que corrieron hoy, te metiste con el sobrino de un tipo importante.—

—Accionó de manera horrible ¿Qué importa de quién sea familia?—

—Si importa, niña. La única razón por la que no terminarás sancionada es porque su gente sabe que tuvo la culpa. Quedaremos en términos iguales.—Tania no se veía muy feliz, pero sabía que era el mejor resultado que podía esperar—. Así que ve y toma ese maldito trofeo y haz un video disculpándote y agradeciendo.—

—Bien...—

Mary vio a la chica levantarse y caminar de mala gana hacia el trofeo que descansaba en la estantería de la sala.

—... Kimi habló por ti con los superiores.—aquello sorprendió a Tania—. Habló muy bien de ti, incluso se ofreció a compartir sanción... eso también ayudó con tu imagen.—

—Sé que fui impulsiva, Mary... No volverá a pasar.—

—Hay mejores formas de tratar con idiotas como Will.—Mary le sonrió apenas—. Las palabras tienen más impacto que un golpe.—

—... Lo tendré en cuenta.—

Mary le guiñó un ojo divertida, y Tania entonces tuvo ganas de grabar el vídeo.

~Me disculpo por mi accionar al finalizar la carrera.~

~Kimi es mi amigo, me preocupé por su seguridad.~

~No justifico mi exaltación, pero creo que en un deporte tan peligroso como éste, arriesgar la vida de un compañero de forma tan lamentable por una copa vacia no vale la pena.~

—Le importó tres diablos hablar en inglés. Y además se orinó en Will.—

—Dudo que el tipo consiga patrocinadores, papi rico va a tener que sostenerlo solo.—

Franco y Alex miraban más que entretenidos la televisión, donde un grupo de periodistas debatía la "video disculpa" de la mujer.

Más que disculparse, estaba destrozando a Will con elegancia. Y al par de pilotos de Williams le encantaba.

Su conversación animada llamó la atención de cierto corredor que justo pasaba por el comedor común del lugar. Checo se acercó al par, curioso por sus risas y lo que miraban en la televisión.

—Tu compatriota hizo una escena en la última carrera.—se sentó junto a Franco—. Es una lástima que tan limpio desempeño en la pista se vea opacado por su discusión con ese idiota pedante.—

—¿Sigues la formula 2, Checo?—el joven lo miró con curiosidad.

—No mucho, pero a mi hermano le fascina. Y Tato es de sus favoritas. Esta rezando porque la FIA no la sancione o algo parecido.—

—Aún no hablé con ella, no quería molestarla.—Franco tomó su celular y texteó enseguida—. Pero creo que ya se le habrá pasado la exaltación del momento...—

Franny ✨

Señora basada,holaa

El joven no recibió respuesta enseguida, pero entonces el ringtone de Minecraft le indicó que tenía un mensaje

Tatito ❤️‍🩹

Seguro viste eso.

En mi defensa, es un imbécil.

Y segundo, corrí bien ¿No?

Franny ✨

Lo hiciste increíble.

Como siempre, querida 😌

Che, acá tengo a Checo

preguntando si tuviste

represalias por todo eso.

Tatito❤️‍🩹

Checo? Checo Pérez? 😳

Franny ✨

Y si ¿Quién más?

Tatito ❤️‍🩹

Decile que lo adoro.

Y que deje de chocarse.

No, mentira. Eso último no🫣

Y lo otro, no te preocupes.

Todo quedó en cero.

Sin sanciones.

Franny ✨

Llegamos bien al

anuncio entonces.

Tatito ❤️‍🩹

En cuanto a eso,

hablamos con Mary

y vamos a anunciar

el equipo el lunes.

General Racing es

oficial, querido.

Mary llegó al evento de presentación de General Motors como proveedor de motores, anunciándose como directora general de la empresa. Lo que nadie esperaba fue que anunciara la creación de una nueva escudería.

—Me complace anunciarles que ya tenemos confirmados a los dos pilotos que correrán en nuestro nombre.—Mary señaló a Franco, quien se puso de pie aún algo sorprendido por lo repentino de todo—. El joven Colapinto fue elegido hace meses por su rendimiento y gran capacidad. Confiamos completamente en sus habilidades.—

Franco se paró junto a la mujer, notando entonces que su amiga debería estar allí. Pero esa preocupación no le duró mucho, pues enseguida sintió como le ponían una gorra de repente.

—Hola, Querido.—Tania se paró a su lado, usando la misma gorra con el logo de General Racing. Franco la abrazó enseguida, pasando el brazo sobre sus hombros.

—La segunda piloto es Tania Cabrales, reciente ganadora del campeonato de Formula 2.—Mary la miró, sonriendo al ver que la chica alzaba la mano a modo de saludo—. Han pasado muchos años desde que una mujer no llega a las grandes ligas, y Tania viene a cambiar eso... Ahora, si tienen preguntas, las escuchamos.—

Los diferentes periodistas comenzaron a alzar las manos, preguntando decenas de cuestiones relacionadas al repentino anuncio. Y todas eran respondidas con gusto.

Tania se sintió realizada, y todo apenas estaba empezando.

[realmadridnews]

Real Madrid - Cadiz CF 3:0

Real Madrid is a step from becoming the La Liga champions. Girona CF needs at least a draw against FC Barcelona (today, 6:30 PM CET) to make it happen.

scorers: 1:0, Brahim 51'

2:0, Bellingham 68'

3:0, Joselu 90+3'

Real Madrid: Courtois; Carvajal, Militao, Nacho, Fran Garcia; Camavinga (81' Valverde), Modric, Guler (65' Bellingham), Brahim (73' Vinicius), Ceballos; Joselu

Cadiz CF: Ledesma; Zaldua (66' Carcelen), Fali, Chust, Javi Hernandez; Escalante, Alcaraz; Roberto Navarro (84' Alejo), Alex Fernandez (66' Pires), Sobrino (75' Maxi Gomez); Chris Ramos (75' Juanmi)

yellow card: Zaldua

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics representing non country of residence part 6

Mali: Ibrahim Cissé, soccer (Dreux, France); Mohamed Cisset, soccer (Montreal, Quebec); Brahim Diarra, soccer (Paris, France); Ahmed Diomandé, soccer (Séguéla, Côte d'Ivoire); Alex Kouma, swimming (Dijon, France); Coli Saco, soccer (Créteil, France); Wilson Samaké, soccer (Vitry-Sur-Seine, France); Fodé Sissoko, athletics (Lille, France) & Mamadou Tounkara, soccer (Épinay-Sur-Seine, France) Malta: Kyle Micallef, swimming (Melbourne, Australia) Marshall Islands: Will Reed, athletics (Adel, Georgia) & Mattie Sasser-Robert, weightlifting (Avon Township, Illinois) Mauritania: Camil Doua, swimming (Bordeaux, France) Mauritius: Rémi Feuillet, judo (Val-d'Oise, France); Kate Kune, badminton (Paris, France); Marie Perrier, athletics (Montpellier, France); Kim Pienaar, cycling (Pretoria, South Africa) & Anishta Teeluck, swimming (Milan, Italy) Mexico: Abe Ancer, golf (San Antonio, Texas); Prisca Awiti, judo (London, U.K.); Roman Bravo-Young, wrestling (Tucson, Arizona); Austin Gomez, wrestling (Bloomingdale Township, Illinois); Martha Gustafson, swimming (Toronto, Ontario); Carlos Ortiz, golf (Dallas, Texas) & Jessica Sobrino, swimming (Houston, Texas) Monaco: Théo Druenne, swimming (Quebec, Quebec) & Lisa Pou, swimming (Fréjus, France) Morocco: Jawad Abdelmoula, triathlon (Angers, France); Eliesse Ben Seghir, soccer (Gassin, France); Benjamin Bouchouari, soccer (Borgerhout, Belgium); Mehdi Boukamir, soccer (Charleroi, Belgium); Ilias Chakkour, soccer (Els Hostalets De Pierola, Spain); Oussama El Azzouzi, soccer (Veenendaal, The Netherlands); Imane El Barodi, swimming (Ozair-La-Ferriere, France); Ilias El Fellaki, swimming (Seville, Spain); Munir El Kajoui, soccer (Melilla, Spain); Bilal El Khannouss, soccer (Strombeek-Bever, Belgium); Houssam El Kord, fencing (Paris, France); Zakaria El Ouahdi, soccer (Hoboken, Belgium); Yassine Kechta, soccer (Paris, France); Achraf Mouh, soccer (Madrid, Spain); Yessin Rahmouni, equestrian (Hasselt, The Netherlands); Dean Reeves, cycling (London, U.K.); Michael Richardson; Jr., soccer (Nice, France); Mathis Soudi, canoeing (Rennes, France) & Youssra Zekrani, fencing (Lyon, France) Mozambique: Steven Sabino, athletics (Johannesburg, South Africa) Nepal: Duana Lama, swimming (Phuket, Thailand) & Alex Shah, swimming (Bangkok, Thailand) The Netherlands: Liemarvin Bonevacia, athletics (Willemstad, Curaçao); Taymir Burnet, athletics (Willemstad, Curaçao); Caspar Corbeau, swimming (Santa Cruz, California); Raf Kooremans, equestrian (Turnhout, Belgium); Kim Molenaar, handball (Copenhagen, Denmark); Eugene Omalla, athletics (Chawolo, Uganda); Jean-Julien Rojer, tennis (Dubai, U.A.E.); Ana Schoesser, archery (Tijuana, Mexico); Vivian Sevenich, water polo (Mataró, Spain); Kenzo Simons, swimming (Paramaribo, Suriname); Renzo Tjona-Joe, swimming (Paramaribo, Suriname); Odile Van Aanholt, sailing (Willemstad, Curaçao); Mathieu Van Der Poel, cycling (Kapellen, Belgium); Kai Van Westering, swimming (Bidart, France) & Lieke Wevers, gymnastics (Oslo, Norway) New Zealand: Sydnee Andrews, judo (Camberley, U.K.); Lachlan Bayliss, soccer (Darwin, Australia); Tyler Bindon, soccer (Los Angeles, California); Ko Bo-Gyung, golf (Orlando, Florida); Scott Boyde, field hockey (Brisbane, Australia); Georgia-Rose Brown, gymnastics (Melbourne, Australia); Ally Green, soccer (Sydney, Australia); Leon Hayward, field hockey (Darwin, Australia); Katie Kitching, soccer (Well, U.K.); Ethan Olivier, athletics (Vereeniging, South Africa); Risealeaana Pouri-Lane, rugby (Auburn, Australia); Maia Ramsden, athletics (Addis Ababa, Ethiopia); Akuila Rokolisoa, rugby (Lautokoa, Fiji); Indiah-Paige Riley, soccer (Albany Creek, Australia); Erin Routliffe, tennis (Caledon, Ontario); Kees Sims, soccer (Bracknell, U.K.); Lulu Sun, tennis (Geneva, Switzerland); Laticia-Leigh Transom, swimming (Brisbane, Australia) & Logan Ullrich, rowing (Brisbane, Australia) Nicaragua: María Schutzmeier, swimming (Freising, Germany) Niger: Evann Girault, fencing (Orléans, France)

[aserne]

VENEZUELA: TERRORISMO DE ESTADO

EL NARCO COLOMBIANO NICOLÁS MADURO AMENAZA A LOS CIUDADANOS VENEZOLANOS CON SUS HORDAS CRIMINALES.

El esquema implementado por el narco terrorista Nicolás Maduro, denominado «FURIA BOLIVARIANA» no es más que una estrategia represiva, que vulnera derechos humanos y el derecho a las protestas cívicas.

Los venezolanos mueren de hambre con salarios de miseria, pero también mueren en hospitales que están en el suelo, producto del saqueo que han hecho los chavistas de los fondos y recursos nacionales.

La ola represiva anunciada por el narco colombiano ya se inició con decenas de arrestos y ataques violentos en contra de la sociedad civil.

La traición de Gerardo BLYDE al negociar la eliminación de sanciones al régimen y la liberación de Alex Saab y de los sobrinos de la narco Cilia Flores, envalentonó al régimen tiránico y ahora muestra su despiadada bestialidad.

A los venezolanos no les queda otra opción que buscar apoyo externo para enfrentar a la bestia narco-terrorista en el poder. Desechar las ilusiones y prepararse para la lucha, la cual será dura, pero es la única solución.

No puede haber salida electoral cuando el enemigo que se enfrenta está encabezado por un psicópata ASESINO Y CRUEL.

VENEZOLANO DESPIERTA, NO TE DEJES ENGAÑAR OTRA VEZ.

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by ASERNE EN VENEZUELA (@aserne2004)

[janhektymanny]

28 de enero ✅

Pues no hubo mucho de nuevo. Solo fui a comprar ropa a Tepito y pasé por el centro a buscar una calculadora científica porque sigo sin encontrar la mía, hasta dudé un momento si se la pudo llevar Alex, pero no creo. Regresé en la tarde y fui con mi familia a comer con mi tío Agustín y mi tío Carlos que viene de Estados Unidos, ambos hermanos de mi papá. Estuvo muy bien, fuimos a comer a Casa Toño y pude ver a mis sobrinos así que estuvo super lindo. Ya más tarde pensaba salir con Michael porque me sentía algo ansioso en la noche por andar pensando en que seguramente estaba Alex con su novi. Acepté su invitación e íbamos camino a Nicolás Romero pero por azhares del destino se le olvidó su celular a Michael y tuvimos que bajarnos y regresar, afortunadamente apenas íbamos en el Town así que no hubo problema. Ya de vuelto lo pensé mejor y preferí regresar a casa a hacer tarea. Y fue lo que hice, estuvo bien porque le avancé bastante y además mi hermana llegó más tarde y se quedó con mis sobrinos, así que fue mucho mejor. Jugué con Alan y lo anduve arrullando un ratito, trato de pasar más tiempo con ellos por lo mismo, es algo que además de quitarme la ansiedad, me hace sentir muy feliz.

Como último detalle, invité a Alex saliendo de trabajar a tomarnos unas caguamitas, aceptó sin problemas así que aproveché para platicar con él. De verdad su historia me sacó mucho de onda. Resulta que aparte de su media hermana tiene otro hermano, pero él sí es de sangre completamente. Me contó que hace unos años vivía con el papá de su hermanita pero que era una persona violenta, incluso le pegó a su mamá en dos ocasiones y Alex solo se quedó pasmado por lo mismo de que no sabía que hacer,, quedó shockeado. En una de ellas su mamá marcó a la patrulla pero el señor aventó el teléfono y le pegó a su mamá y ya en el suelo le apuntó con un cuchillo, y todo mientras tenía a la niña en brazos, afortunadamente alcanzó a reaccionar Alex y lo pudo detener, momentos después llegó la patrulla pero aún así fue una mala experiencia, algo que trauma aún a Alex y por lo que quiere ir al psicólogo.

Eso fue hace ya dos años, me contó que el año pasado metió varias demandas por negligencia y maltrato infantil, algo que obviamente no ha surtido efecto porque no le han dado la custodia de Alison. Ha sido desgastante porque han ido demanda tras demanda, según parece que ya en febrero es la última pero a ver qué pasa. Tampoco le dicen nada negativo a Alison porque a pesar de un año sin ver a su papá, sigue preguntando por él, y pues no le dicen la verdad por lo mismo. Es difícil para Alex porque el hecho de cuidar a su hermana todas las tardes hace que sea pesado lidiar entre una niña y las tareas del hogar y escolares. Debido a eso me confesó que solía faltar a la escuela un día o dos a la semana, lo cual lo perjudicó porque está recursando una materia pesada que es de taller y pues eso lo consumirá mucho éste semestre porque son muchas horas de esa pura materia.

Intentaré apoyarlo de la mejor manera, no hay mucho que pueda hacer más que escucharlo y tal vez algún consejo. Le dije que cualquier cosa que pasar me la hiciera saber. Me doy cuenta apenas que conviví más de un año con él y apenas me doy cuenta de todo eso que lo hace sentir mal. Es curioso porque es súper noble Alex, me contó incluso que lo chapulineó una ocasión su mejor amigo con una chica que le gustaba. Me contó que se sintió mal al principio pero que después lo meditó y se lo pasó sin problemas, me gusta su forma tranquila de ser.

Tengo un reto de Alex. Debo pasar una semana sin decir groserías. No creo poder pero haré el intento por no decir tantas y contar cuántas digo. Será a partir del lunes, a ver cómo me va. Jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjs

Palomita verde porque por fin pude convivir y conocer mejor a Alex y tengo esa determinación para seguir escuchándolo.

[pierrotdugan0417]

THANKSGIVING 11/24/22 Thanks to Life that has given me so many friends, acquaintances who have become my family thanks to life for my beautiful eyes who are my LOVED nephews Benny, Laura and Max 🩸 and To my politicians, ANNE LIZA, Michael, Ricky, Alex, Dennis Thanks to life for my health, my prosperity and for my great love that is my partner BILL. Thanks to life for my pets that give me joy and unconditional love at every moment. thanks to life that has made me grow to be a better human being thanks 🙏 BUT MY POINT OF VIEW THANKSGIVING should be celebrated every moment, thanks 🙏 to the universe for giving me the opportunity to give thanks on thanksgiving day 🙏 ACCIÓN DE GRACIAS 24/11/22 Gracias a la Vida que me ha dado tantos amigos, conocidos que se han convertido en mi familia gracias a la vida por mis hermosos ojos que son mis AMADOS sobrinos Benny, Laura y Max 🩸 y A mis políticos, ANNE LIZA, Michael , Ricky, Alex, Dennis Gracias a la vida por mi salud, mi prosperidad y por mi gran amor que es mi compañero BILL. Gracias a la vida por mis mascotas que me dan alegría y amor incondicional en cada momento. gracias a la vida que me ha hecho crecer para ser un mejor ser humano gracias 🙏 PERO MI PUNTO DE VISTA EL ACCION DE GRACIAS se debe celebrar cada momento, gracias 🙏 al universo por darme la oportunidad de dar gracias en el dia de accion de gracias 🙏 https://www.instagram.com/p/ClVdpoxucKT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[praza-teatro]

ELOXIO DA SALA INGRÁVIDA NA CULMINACIÓN DA SÚA ANDADURA. ISTO NON É UNHA CARTA DE DESPEDIDA. É UNHA CARTA DE AMOR. Por Samuel Merino

En Marzo do 2014 nacía no Porriño a Sala Ingrávida.

Nunha vila que debe a súa tradición teatral e, máis aínda, grande parte da súa actividade cultural dos últimos 15 anos á Compañía Teatral Xerpo, non pasou inadvertido o anuncio do peche definitivo deste Espazo de Gravitación Artística que nos salvou a tantas de moitas fins de semana baleiras.

Cousa das redes sociais, dos mass media, a nova, por suposto, transcende, e son moitas as mensaxes de ánimo e agradecemento que, me consta, a equipa de Ingrávida, está a recibir con moita emoción e moita gratitude tamén.

Como amigo orgulloso de Irene e Álex e como admirador do traballo, a entrega e a coherencia coas que levaron adiante este proxecto durante todos estes anos, non podía permitir que a despedida fora menos pública que o seu nacemento (non digo “soada”, senón pública), e por iso agradezo a oportunidade de facer este pequeno repaso e de enviar a miña mensaxe.

Que a Ingrávida pecha está en boca de todas, como non podía ser doutro xeito, xa que somos moitas as que debemos moito a este espazo.

Algunhas falan con verdadeira tristura (a inmensa maioría), algunhas outras falan con menos tristura e máis indiferenza (a inmensa e insignificante minoría) e outras, coma min, facémolo cheas de alegría.

Estamos alegres porque Ingrávida pecha no pico máis alto de rendemento da súa historia.

Trala inesgotable adicación da equipa desta sala ata conseguir un público habitual e fiel, unha programación diversa na liña do teatro contemporáneo e, máis aínda, tralo seu labor como  Escola de Teatro que foi canteira para tantas futuras alumnas da ESAD de Galiza (alumnas que logo voltaron a presentar os seus proxectos), Irene Moreira e Alex Sobrino deciden que é a hora de voltar a mirada cara a outros horizontes.

E é que hai momentos na vida nos que unha pon na balanza o persoal e o profesional, as necesidades de verdade -as vitais- e as necesidades creadas. Hai momentos nas que unha ten a oportunidade de turrar cara adiante, coma sempre, con ánimo imbatible ou, pola contra (mais tamén con ánimo imbatible) parar un chisco, mirar dentro, mirar arredor, mirar máis aló e ir ao substancial. E decidir.

As que vivimos Ingrávida tan de preto que se converteu na nosa casa, en lugar de encontro, de nacemento de amores, e debates e algunha que outra borracheira de celebración e ledicia, celebramos esta nova etapa que comeza.

Botaremos en falta, o público,  poder gravitar cada venres e cada sábado.

As amigas imos aproveitar o feito de ter tempo de gozar da amizade e, sobre todo, de observar que a xente que queremos e admiramos pode seguir fazendo o que máis lle presta.

Hai seis anos, tamén, nacía coa Ingrávida o Grupo de Teatro Comunitario, A COMUNA, que seguirá a recoller historias para poñelas sobre o palco.

Seguirá, tamén, coa súa programación, O Cineclube Rebobina, que mudará de lugar de encontros para seguir sendo o único Cinema do Porriño.

¿Non son, estes, motivos máis que suficientes para estar ledas? Claro que o son.

Mais o que máis me aleda a min é este momento no que podo botar unha ollada a este pasado recente no que o Teatro e a Amizade, collidos da man, foron os piares da miña andaina por un camiño persoal agreste; botar unha ollada chea de agarimos de carne e óso que acompañaron o meu desenvolvemento tamén no profesional.

A vida é un “irevire” e eu, a trompadas coma sempre, rematei, cada vez, dando coas miñas pousadeiras no palco e nas butacas de Ingrávida.

Foi Ingrávida ese lugar no que sempre tiven onde caer morto. O lugar que me viu renacer de cada vez.

E como os lugares son as persoas que os conforman, eu boto unha ollada a Irene, a Álex, a Sonia (e a toda a familia da Ingrávida) e dígome: “Non, Ingrávida non pecha. O que pecha é unha etapa, un xeito de gravitar.

Ingrávida somos todas e, todas, seguimos moi abertas a todo o que veña.

Ingrávida é agora ese espazo que todas temos dentro e ao que poderemos retirarnos libres de gravidade porque, como di un cartaz que estivo moitos anos presente no número tres da rúa Pérez Leirós do Porriño, “aquí está permitido levitar””.

Amigas, sodes Maxia,

Samuel Merino

30 de xuño de 2020.

(Coordinación e supervisión de Afonso Becerra de Becerreá)

[realmadridnews]

Lineup

Real Madrid: Courtois; Carvajal, Militao, Nacho, Fran Garcia; Modric, Camavinga, Ceballos, Guler; Brahim, Joselu

Bench: Lunin, Arrizabalaga, Lucas, Rudiger, Mendy, Bellingham, Kroos, Tchouameni, Valverde, Vinicius, Rodrygo

Cadiz CF: Ledesma; Zaldua, Fali, Chust, Javi Hernandez; Alcaraz, Escalante, Robert Navarro, Alex Fernandez; Sobrino, Chris Ramos

Bench: Gil, Almodovar, Carcelen, Juanmi, Mbaye, Samassekou, Alejo, Pires, Jimenez, Ocampo, Machis, Guardiola, Marti, Maxi Gomez

[goalhofer]

2024 olympics Mexico roster

Archery

Matías Grande (Ciudad Mexico)

Bruno Martínez (Ciudad Mexico)

Carlos Rojas (Ciudad Mexico)

��ngela Ruiz (Saltillo)

Alejandra Valencia (Hermosillo)

Ana Vázquez (Ramos Arizpe)

Athletics

José Doctor (Ciudad Mexico)

Ricardo Ortiz (Ciudad Mexico)

Jesús López (Hermosillo)

Noel Chama (Chipata)

Ever Palma (Zitácuaro)

Uziel Muñoz (Nuevos Casas Grandes)

Edgar Rivera (Ciudad Agua Prieta)

Erick Portillo (Cuauhtémoc)

Diego Del Real (Monterrey)

Alma Cortés (Monterrey)

Citlali Cristian (San Juan De Los Lagos)

Cecilia Tamayo (León De Los Aldama)

Paola Morán (Guadalajara)

Laura Galván (La Sauceda)

Margarita Hernández (Toluca De Lerdo)

Alegna González (Ojinaga)

Ilse Guerrero (Guadalupe)

Alejandra Ortega (Ciudad Mexico)

Badminton

Luis Garrido (Monterrey)

Boxing

Miguel Martínez (El Salto)

Marco Verde (Mazatlán)

Fátima Herrera (San Luis Potosí)

Citlalli Ortiz (Mexicali)

Canoeing

Sofía Reinoso (Tlapacoyan)

Karina Alanís (Monterrey)

Beatriz Briones (Tijuana)

Cycling

Ricardo Peña (La Paz)

Adair Gutierrez (Rincón De Romos)

Erika Rodríguez (Guadalajara)

Marcela Prieto (Aguascalientes)

Luz Gaxiola (Culiacán Rosales)

Yuli Verdugo (La Paz)

Jessica Salazar (Guadalajara)

Victoria Velasco (Monterrey)

Diving

Kevin Muñoz (León)

Osmar Olvera (Ciudad Mexico)

Juan Celaya (San Nicolás De Los Garza)

Kevin Berlín (Heroica Veracruz)

Randal Willars (Ciudad Mexico)

Alejandra Estudillo (Ixtacomitán)

Aranza Vázquez (La Paz)

Gabriela Agúndez (La Paz)

Alejandra Orozco (Zapopan)

Equestrian

Federico Fernández (Nopalucan)

Eugenio Garza (Monterrey)

Andrés Azcárraga (Ciudad Mexico)

Carlos Hank III (Ciudad Mexico)

Fencing

Gibrán Zea (Ciudad Mexico)

Golf

Carlos Ortiz (Dallas, Texas)

Abe Ancer (San Antonio, Texas)

Maria López (Ciudad Mexico)

María Fassi (Pachuca)

Gymnastics

Natalia Escalera (Ensenada)

Alexa Moreno (Mexicali)

Ahtziri Sandoval (Guadalajara)

Dalia Alcocer (Mérida)

Ana Flores (Saltillo)

Julia Gutierrez (Mérida)

Kimberley Salazar (Xalapa-Enríquez)

Adirem Tejada (Mérida)

Judo

Paulina Martínez (Guadalajara)

Prisca Awiti (London, U.K.)

Pentathlon

Duilio Carrillo (Guadalajara)

Emiliano Hernández (Cuernavaca)

Mariana Arceo (Guadalajara)

Mayan Oliver (Cuautitlán)

Rowing

Miguel Carballo (Ciudad Mexico)

Alex López (San Felipe)

Kenia Lechuga (Santiago)

Sailing

Mariana Aguilar (Ciudad Mexico)

Elena Oetling (Chapala)

Shooting

Carlos Quezada (Ciudad Mexico)

Edson Ramírez (Ciudad Victoria)

Goretti Zumaya (Salamanca)

Alejandra Zavala (Guadalajara)

Gabriela Rodríguez (Monterrey)

Surfing

Alan Cleland; Jr. (Boca De Pascuales)

Swimming

Jorge Iga (San Luis Potosí)

Paulo Strehlke (Cuernavaca)

Gabriel Castaño (Monterrey)

Miguel De Lara (Ciudad Torreón)

Regina Alférez (Ciudad Mexico)

Marla Arellano (Ciudad Mexico)

Itzamary González (Ciudad Mexico)

Luisa Rodríguez (Ciudad Mexico)

Jessica Sobrino (Houston, Texas)

Pamela Toscano (Ciudad Mexico)

Nuria Diosdado (Guadalajara)

Joana Jiménez (Ecatepec De Morelos)

Celia Pulido (Guanajuato)

Martha Gustafson (Toronto, Ontario)

Table tennis

Marcos Madrid (Heroica Puebla De Zaragoza)

Arantxa Cossío (Tototlan)

Taekwondo

Carlos Sansores (Chetumal)

Daniela Souza (Tijuana)

Triathlon

Aram Peñaflor (Toluco De Lerdo)

Crisanto Grajales (Xalapa-Enríquez)

Rosa Tapia (Ciudad Mexico)

Lizeth Rueda (Guadalajara)

Weightlifting

Janeth Gómez (Guadalajara)

Wrestling

Roman Bravo-Young (Tucson, Arizona)

Austin Gomez (Bloomingdale Township, Illinois)

[pensoakspaper]

music: a good day | la jeune fille en feu 

please support this film in theatres and/or the dvd release, they deserve all the love they’ve given us

[gabyalicecast]

No es Raulito si tiene sus dos zapatos / sandalias / tennis/ etc etc puestos 😂 #sobrino #raulito #alex #love (en Salina Cruz, Oaxaca) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp5Bu0BACQ9b0YdCgEuQkks-6hJFijcRtTP2wM0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10afa9dicyr13

[katyfreakvip]

Porque ahora ya las puedo compartir 😊 Cómo le sufrimos para elegir solo una 😅 #Alex #Sobrino #Catrin #MaquillajeChidoris #Mexicano #PuebloSeLaS #Sulte #DiaSeMuertos #photoshoot #iphotos #instamoments #Improvisado #Felicidades https://www.instagram.com/p/CHB7PWLn-JQ/?igshid=1nacdix7q85ot

[janhektymanny]

21 de enero ❌

Amanecí super crudo de tanta cerveza que tomé ayer. Ni siquiera terminé de leer el manga porque ya andaba bien pedo y no le estaba prestando mucha atención. Desayuné mientras terminaba de leerlo, acomodé nuevamente mi chifonier de las cosas que están en la parte de arriba (un año de la última vez que lo hice) me metí a bañar y me fui con Michael y Lilia a las miches de Tepito. Invité a salir a Karla y a Yair para que fuéramos a las miches, les había dicho inicialmente a las 2 pero Karla iba a llegar más tarde porque tenía cosas que hacer, así que les moví la hora a las 6. Eso me ayudó porque mientras estaba en el chopo con Michael y Lilia. Nos llevamos una caguama que nos terminamos en el uber y todavía armamos dos allá en el chopo y nos la anduvimos tomando ahí. Les pedí que me acompañaran a perforarme la nariz y la ceja, de hecho Lilia aprovechó y hasta se perforó ella también en la parte central superior del labio. De ahí fuimos a las miches de Lupillo, había muchísima gente, debería buscar otras miches. Total que se fue Lilia después de un rato y me quedé solo con Michael, después llegó Yair, nos alcanzó en Tepito pero pues ya era algo tarde, pasaban de las 5 y mejor compramos de comer, como teníamos poco efectivo lo disparó Yair. De ahí nos movimos a Bellas Artes, que fue donde llegó Karla ya después de las 7. Fuimos a la Puri, como era temprano no pagamos cover y hasta agarramos las super promos. Armamos como 5 cubetas, acabamos super pedos pero valió la pena, me la pasé muy bien, y creo que solo me besé con una morra que me latió, pero después me acordé de Alex y mejor me abrí y me puse a bailar con ellos, la salida estuvo super divertida, aunque ya salimos bien tarde y todavía compramos algo de comer, los traje a todos a mi casa. Michael se fue luego luego, Karla como a las 6 y el Yair hasta el día siguiente, ya eran como las 10. Creo que valió la pena, aunque desafortunadamente vinieron mis hermanas y mi sobrino y por haber salido todo el día no pude estar mucho tiempo con ellos. Aún así estuvo bien la salida porque ninguno se conocía entre ellos pero creo que congeniaron bien ya cuando entraron en confianza. Yo creo que ahora saldré más con amigos de la uni.

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

“Let me bandage you up,” Tía or Ray and Reggie, just to be different. 😁

hi i loved this so much omg. huge thanks to Ángela @angela-feelstoomuch for the spanish help as well, any remaining mistakes are totally my own fault haha. warning for some swearing and mentions of bl00d/minor injury.

ao3 link in reblogs!

--

Honestly, being an honorary Molina is pretty great most of the time. Reggie loves having a little brother, would have done anything to convince his parents to have another kid when he was younger (and alive), though he knew they never would, since one kid was already such a pain in the ass. So Carlos is amazing.

And obviously Julie is his favourite girl ever, and his favourite still-alive person in the world, and she sings like an angel and thinks his country songs are cool and he would do anything for her and et cetera. It’s nice to see Luke and Alex settle in, get more relaxed - Luke doesn’t shy away from Julie every time Ray enters a room, and Alex doesn’t make excuses to miss dinner so that he doesn’t have to say grace, because he’s realised Ray doesn’t make him say grace.

“Niños!” Ray is calling from the kitchen, oven mitts on his hands, grin on his face, “Help setting the table?”

Even from here, dinner smells amazing. “Coming!” Reggie calls, manages not to say ‘dad’ at the end but it’s close, as he and Carlos bounce up off the couch and run to the kitchen.

Ray is the best. Reggie’s own dad was - look, it’s not that he was awful, it’s not that Reggie hates him, it’s just - he saw these dads, in movies, and on TV, and in other peoples homes, and he wanted one even more than he wanted a puppy, or a little brother, and Ray is that dad. He’s understanding, and encouraging, and funny, and a great cook, and he never raises his voice even when he should be mad about something. Reggie feels so lucky that Julie and Carlos let Reggie share their dad, even unofficially.

“Carlos!” Tía snaps, as he runs past her and ducks under her elbow, narrowly avoiding the tray in her hands, “Cuidado! La bandeja está caliente!”

It’s Tía Victoria who kinda scares Reggie.

It’s not that she’s not nice. Tía is nice. She brings over food and drives Carlos to ball games and pesters Ray about dentists’ appointments he almost forgets to go to. It’s just that she’s a little more like the other adults Reggie knew. She barks her words, sometimes, and she doesn’t get Julie’s music thing quite like Ray does, even if she’s supportive for the most part. And she doesn’t always believe Carlos about things, which Reggie understands more now that he’s been conned by Carlos about several random things (for example, Eggos are not in the house-sized waffle business in 2020 as Carlos told him, and they did not manage to breed dragons into existence with new DNA cloning technology) but still. It makes him nervous.

“Sorry, Tía!” Carlos chirps as he slides on his socks into a crouched position in front of the cupboard where they keep all the plates and bowls. Since Carlos has them handled, Reggie goes for glasses instead, reaching overhead for the cupboard on the opposite side of the room.

“Carlos!” sighs Tía again, more irritated than before, and Reggie feels his shoulders tense even though he wills them not to. “Let me help carry some of those, you’ll drop them, sobrino.”

“Fine,” Carlos huffs, and there’s the clink of plates as he passes half his pile off to her and they head for the dining table.

Reggie counts in his head as he stacks the glasses in the crook of his arm. There’s him and the boys, so four - wait, no, three - plus Julie, so four - then Ray and Carlos and Tía so five six seven -

He’s too caught up counting, is the problem, and doesn’t focus enough on how he has the glasses balanced. It probably would have been fine, except there’s a loud thud! Which Reggie registers a moment too late as being Luke, jumping from the top of the stairs to the bottom, enjoying his alive body. The sound scares Reggie about a foot in the air, and he fumbles the stack of glasses, and almost manages to save it.

The glass from the very top of the pile smashes on the floor, a harsh shatter that makes every head in the room turn in his direction. Reggie feels the panic surge up in him like a forgotten pot on the stove suddenly bubbling over. With trembling hands, he puts the rest of the glasses on the counter and scrambles down to the floor, tries to gather the glass shards together into a pile from where they’ve scattered, desperate to tidy the mess, to give some sense of responsibility, instead of just standing there like a stupid kid. “I’m sorry,” he starts, and his voice shakes more than he’d like, almost more than his hands had, “I’m sorry, I can clean it-”

“Reggie!” interrupts Tía, and her voice seems sharper than the glass.

“Victoria-” Ray begins, but Tía doesn’t let him finish, either. She’s already practically at Reggie’s side, crouching down next to him on the floor.

Her closeness makes Reggie’s hairs stand on end, and he’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not for her to gently lay her fingertips on his wrist and say, in a much softer tone, “Mijo, you’re bleeding.”

“Oh.” Reggie blinks. Looks at his arm, next to where her perfectly manicured nails have landed. She’s right, he sees. There’s a few little gashes, nothing huge, trickling blood in tiny streams down his forearm. In a few more moments, the blood would have reached his hand, and he would have noticed, probably. Except when he turns his palms up to look at them, he realises they’re cut up, too. Probably from grabbing glass shards with no protection.

His lip wobbles before he can stop it. He can still feel everyone looking at him. Knows what they must be thinking.

Stupid fucking kid.

“What are you staring at?” Tía says, back to business as usual. He flinches at her voice, before he realises she’s not talking to him. She’s talking to the others. “Come on! Ray, grab the dustpan and some shoes, clean up this glass before anyone else gets hurt. Carlos, finish setting the table, and Luke, go fetch the others para la comida.” In his peripheral vision, Reggie sees everyone bounce back into action, like her words broke a spell on them, and it’s a relief to know they’re not all looking at him any more. Tía continues, as she tucks an arm around Reggie’s shoulders, “Reggie and I will be back.”

“We will?” Reggie asks automatically, as she helps him balance on his wobbly, baby-giraffe legs.

“En un minuto,” she tells him confidently. “But first, let me bandage you up.”

He’s not exactly going to argue with her. Honestly, any excuse to get out of the public space is appreciated when his eyes still feel so close to swimming with tears. Firm yet warm, she leads him to the bathroom and has him sit on the closed toilet lid while she pulls Ray’s first aid kid from the cabinet, pulling from it some disinfectant, bandages and a pair of tweezers.

“Just in case any glass is left,” she explains briskly, settling on the edge of the bathtub and turning his arm over, palm up, so she can see the scratches. She tuts softly. “Your poor hands!”

Reggie ducks his head, whispers, “I really am sorry.”

“¿Por qué?” she asks. “It was an accident, right?”

“Huh?”

She sits back again and looks him in the eyes for a moment. If it was Ray, or one of the boys, Reggie would shy away from the look, but she has the same skill Julie has, to pin you in place with her gaze, so Reggie assumes it’s from Rose’s side of the family. “I know you didn’t throw that glass on the ground on purpose. It was just an accident. These things happen.”

“You’re not angry?” The question slips out before Reggie can think about how silly it sounds, but instead of rolling her eyes, or her jaw clenching in annoyance, Tía’s expression softens somehow.

“No, mijo. Not at all. Estaba un poco preocupada, maybe, but that’s only because I care about you.”

Reggie doesn’t know what to say to that. Bites his lip as she gently applies disinfectant along the wounds, once she’s declared them sufficiently glass-free, and wills himself not to cry as she wraps the bandages around his arm and a little around the palm of his hand. At least if he cries she’ll just think it’s because of the sting, and not because he braced himself so hard to be yelled at and called names and then it never came.

Not because he keeps remembering that he feels like glass himself. Always a moment away from falling onto the ground and shattering, so teeter-y that the kindness of adults he barely knows can almost knock him over the edge.

“Terminado!” she declares, tying off the last of the bandage, and gives him a big smile. It looks genuine enough. Not like she’s bottling anything up to let out at him later. Not like she’s fronting, or lying, not that Reggie’s ever been particularly good at telling the difference with anyone. She must see the puzzlement in his face, because she adds, “Just an accident.”

It really seems that simple. Like everything’s just fixed and okay. Like she doesn’t think Reggie is stupid. The feeling is sort of overwhelming; Reggie’s stomach feels all warm, and - empty, actually. It grumbles loudly in that moment, and Tía laughs, and Reggie laughs with her.

“Vamos a como?” he tries, because he’s been listening, and trying to pick things up.

“Vamos a comer,” she corrects him, but he can’t mistake her tone this time for anything other than delighted, her expression for anything other than fond and relieved as she helps him up. They go back down the stairs, her loosely holding his hand the whole way, not enough to hurt his wounds, but enough to remind him she’s there.

She presents him to the table with a goofy little ta-da! gesture, much to the joy of those already at the table. “Our Reggie, back in one piece!” she says. Laughter and relief radiates from all the others, and Tía grins, pleased, puts her hands on her waist. In that moment, despite all his preconceptions, she reminds him more of Julie than anyone else.

Maybe she isn’t so scary after all.