#café des sports

[arnemoner]

Café des sports, exposition collective.

[wgm-beautiful-world]

[anokha-swad]

[nickssidewitch]

Is It Destiny?

Destiny, an upcoming YouTuber, meets Matt Sturniolo in a café in New York City. They part ways after their brief encounter there, but keep up with each other online. What will happen when they meet up in person again for the first time in months?

Warnings: Fluff, Meet-Cute, Smut (SoftDom!Matt x Sub!OC), First Orgasm, dry-humping/grinding, Oral (Male-Receiving) w/ deepthroating

(And yes, the Layla in this fic is the same Layla of my previous fic, “Chris’s Dilemma” as this is technically a chapter 2 of a series I plan on writing!! 🥰)

***

New York’s colder than what Destiny remembered of it. The gray, fuzzy sky blew a sharp, chilly breeze that pricked the skin of her face every time it brushed against her.

She was there from Florida– a big difference in climate to New York– for a Creator Summit that YouTube was hosting, one that she had attended for a few years now. It proved to be a great networking event for her and many other creators. She’d already met so many good friends and coworkers there, so she decided she should give this year a go.

Among those she had met was her best friend Layla, who has been a close companion of hers since the very first time she went to the Creator Summit.

Layla at the time was a creator on the rise, gaining popularity with her makeup tutorials, travel vlogs, and fashion hauls, while Destiny was simply a consumer of Layla and other creators’ content, deliberating on whether or not she should join the industry as well. While walking through the streets of Miami, where her first Creator’s Summit was held, she stumbled upon Layla vlogging her own experience for her channel. And after the two shared their greetings, they’d become inseparable since.

The second Summit that Destiny attended was where she met two other friends, Dawn and Malia. Dawn was a full-time musician and part-time YouTuber, and she was set to perform for both days of the Summit, which was why Destiny was there a week earlier. Malia, a sports journalist who was the wife of one of the biggest soccer players in the world, occasionally made her own Youtube videos as well. They all would hang out together from then on, forming their own little group that not only they loved, but the fans loved as well.

As she walked down the bustling pavements of the loud and proud city, she came across a little coffee shop. It was genuinely little: not more than 20 chairs, two at each table, and some content patrons enjoying their drinks as they sat at each one. Some were on their computers, a couple of what looked like college or highschool students were probably having small conversations about the latest school gossip, and a cute elderly couple sat with what Des believed to be their granddaughter. It was such a small and intimate community in this café, and Des was happy to join them, even if only for about 15 minutes, to escape the chilly autumn winds and the rush hour of the city.

She walked up to the line and waited her turn, looking up at the menu options to figure out what drink best suited her mood for now. The problem, however, was that Destiny was quite an indecisive person. Whenever she was presented with options of anything, she never had any idea to come up with a final answer, and would usually depend on someone else’s response. A curse, indeed.

Almost as if they could sense this exhausting personality trait of Des’s, a voice spoke up beside her. “I personally like the cinnamon cappuccino,” it suggested.

Destiny looked over at where the voice was coming from; it was a young man, seemingly around the same age as her, with short brunette hair, striking blue eyes that laid under hooded eyelids. His thin lips were a cute shade of baby pink that arched in a warm smile at her. She looked down at his hands— his attractive, veiny hands adorned with the prettiest rings and tattoos— and noticed him holding a small cup of what she would assume was the cappuccino he suggested to her.

“Oh, th- thank you,” was all that Des could manage to reply with. Her brain was still processing what was happening. That man is too pretty to be interacting with me, she thought to herself. She truly didn’t believe it.

“No problem!” He said with the same warm and pretty smile on his lips. His voice was subtle in his suggestion– not overenthusiastic or pushy– yet it was so charming and approachable. He took a sip of his beverage and licked his lips before speaking again. “It seemed like it was your first time here, so I just wanted to help you out somehow.”

“Oh, well, thank you for that,” Des chuckled and continued, “It is my first time here actually. I lived in New York for a little bit, but relocated to Florida with my family. Last time I was here was around 10 years ago, and this café wasn’t here at the time.” She walked up one spot in the line as it was nearing her time to place her order, but the man walked up with her, almost as if he came to the café with her. Usually Des would have an issue with this— some random man walking up to her out of nowhere and starting a random conversation— but something about this man made her feel comfortable. He intrigued her, not just appearance-wise, but something about his aura. So, she didn’t mind his actions at all.

“Oh, Florida? The weather must be a huge shock for you, then,” The man laughed to himself. “Why come to New York in the winter? The aesthetics? Or you wanted to do some free cryotherapy?”

Des laughed and made another step closer to the café employee. “Nah, I’m here for…” She paused as she thought about how to word this– she didn't want to seem like another one of those pompous influencer girls. As the lightbulb lit up in her head, she smiled and continued with her answer, “For a work event.”

“A work event, huh?” The man inquired. Des noticed a smile creep up on his lips and she swore she could hear a small chuckle escape. Did he catch onto her vagueness? “I don’t wanna seem like a creep, but does it have to do with YouTube stuff?”

Shit. He got me.

Des responded, “Um, yeah. It’s YouTube stuff. A little summit for creators”.

“Oh, I’m aware of the event,” he reassured her with a slyness to his voice, almost like he was familiar with the event (he was, obviously). “I’m Matt,” the boy introduced himself, extending his hand for Des to shake it. The warm and welcoming smile never left his lips. “I noticed I didn’t really introduce myself. My bad.”

Des shook Matt’s hand, but the moment their hands touched, it felt like her knees started to wobble. His hand… wow. The skin was so soft and warm. She could finally feel the veins that she noticed when she first looked at them. The rings adorned on his fingers were cold to the touch, causing her to wince internally. Her mind started to wander into places it probably shouldn’t wander the first time you meet someone— things of a rather erotic nature— but she quickly caught herself and managed to utter, “My name’s Destiny, but people call me Des for short.”

He repeated her name to himself, “Destiny?”, and a smile appeared on his lips. “I love that name. It suits you. Really pretty.”

Des’s cheeks grew warm and a tinted darker brown as her brain processed Matt calling both her and her name pretty. Did he know he was a pretty boy? She should tell him? Should she? Would that be weird? Who cares? Maybe he would be flattered. Or maybe he wouldn’t? Maybe he-

“So, you mentioned you were here for the Creator Summit?” He asked, interrupting her thoughts. Des nodded, and Matt chuckled to himself before continuing. “I’ve been there with my brothers, since we’re creators. It’s a good event. Lots of nice people there. You can meet creators old and new. It’s a great way to network.”

“Yeah, it’s not my first time going there actually,” a smile began to beam on her face as she thought of her first two times there, and memories of her, Layla, Dawn, and Malia meeting popped up in her mind. “I met some of my closest friends there a couple of years ago.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet,” Matt took a sip of his own hot cocoa before continuing, “Maybe you’ll make more friends this year.”

There was a beat of silence between the two of them as they both took their respective times deliberating on what to say next. And then Matt offered something that Des would have never believed.

“Maybe we can be friends?” He asked, before his brain caught up with what he was saying, causing him to clear his throat and follow with a nervous chuckle. He clarified, “Not just ‘creator friends’, but maybe something more?”

Des’s heart didn’t skip beats this time; she could have sworn it fully stopped beating for 5 seconds. She noticed a blush appear on Matt’s face before she averted her eyes from him.

Matt noticed her look away for a bit, and he made his eyes travel to find hers again, wanting to decipher if she was weirded out by the question or if she was just thinking about it. He did word it kind of weirdly, but maybe she didn’t take it that way.

Her next words confirmed the latter. “Sure. We can be friends,” she finally answered with a smile on her face, and Matt was relieved.

The more Matt studied her face, the more he noticed how cute of a nervous wreck she was. The way her cheeks seemed to grow more of a rosy undertone, the slight tremble of her hand as she held her coffee cup, the way she would never give him direct eye contact unless he manually brought his eyes to hers. He could understand it though; meeting new people is always difficult.

“Cool!” He said, and with that, it was time for Des to order her drink. “One medium cup of your cinnamon cappuccino, please,” Matt could hear her order, and he was warmed by her actually taking up his suggestion.

Des finally finished with her order and stood by the side of the counter as she waited for her drink. “So, ‘friends’,” She uttered to herself and looked towards Matt, who heard what she said and nodded in agreement.

“Yep, friends,” he returned. “And since we’re friends, maybe we can keep in touch?” Matt caught his words and realized how weird he must have sounded. So, he followed it up by saying, “I mean, you don’t have to give me your number or anything. E-mail is fine. Or something else; I don’t know,” all followed by a nervous laugh and trembling hands.

Des chuckled for a bit before she silenced herself, not wanting to seem like she was laughing at him or his obvious nervousness (she knew she probably came across as obviously nervous in his eyes). “Well, I never heard of friends exchanging emails; that’s more of an associate or coworker thing.” She heard Matt start to laugh, which gave her an okay to release the chuckles she kept to herself aloud alongside him. It was cute to see him flustered, but she appreciated him not wanting to seem too forward.

“Oh yeah, true. I just didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring you to give me your number or contacts or anything. I know how that could feel,” Matt reassured her, but he could tell by her body language that she seemed comfortable at the moment. Her smile was soft and warm, not forcing any teeth to fake her happiness. She wasn’t a loud talker, similar to him, and their auras just seemed to mesh so well together.

“I’ll give you my number and my Instagram,” she said as she pulled her phone out from her backpack.

Des took a sip of her cappuccino. The smooth and decadent flavor of the drink mixed with the presence of Matt as this moment soothed her in the midst of the New York pandemonium.

“So, where’re you going after this?” Matt asked her curiously.

Destiny took another sip of her drink. “I’m going back to my hotel,” she answered. “I heard it’s gonna rain later, and I know New York gets dark and kinda hectic when it rains.”

Matt laughed, “Yeah, it’s kinda like Massachusetts, where I’m from.” He drank his coffee and continued, “Everyone’s just in a rush to escape the weather.” Another minute of silence passed before he spoke up again. “Do you want me to walk you back to your hotel? I’m not busy right now, and I know the streets can kinda get confusing with the crowds and everything.”

Des blushed and stammered as her brain processed his question. “Um, well, I mean I don’t know- I don’t want to put you in the middle of all of that, too.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m kind of used to it by now, trust me,” he insisted, and he was indeed used to it, his mind flashing images of the crowds of fans that would follow him and his brothers in big cities like this. “I can help you carry your bag.” He directed his eyes to her backpack sitting on the chair next to hers.

Des blushed. “Oh, well, thanks so much, Matt,” she said with a genuine smile. She didn’t expect him to be so… chivalrous. It was attractive, but just not she was used to when it came to men.

The two got up from their seats, Matt lifting up the bag and her carrying her coffee, and left the small shop. He held the door open for her, as he knew a gentleman should.

Matt adjusted the strap of Destiny’s backpack as the weight tensed on his shoulder. He really didn’t mind carrying it for her though; she was worth the hassle. Des walked in front of him, leading the way as he happily followed. As he continued to walk behind her, he could smell sweet fragrances passing him by; the scents of the oils in her hair mixed with her perfume blended well together.

They both finally stopped and looked up at the marquee of the building which read “The Maximilian”. “Well, this is my hotel,” Des said.

Matt smiled and handed her the backpack. Their hands brushed against each other’s, causing Matt’s heart to skip a beat and Des’s breath to hitch. They weren’t expecting that brief touch, but it seemed as if it was fate’s doing, as if the divine had used invisible magnets in the pair’s hands that attracted them to each other.

Des let out a small chuckle as she regained her composure. “It was nice meeting you, Matt!” She said with a smile, and the man could have sworn his knees were nearly jelly as he heard her goodbye.

Matt smiled back. “You, too. I’ll text you, trust me,” he added the last part with the utmost sincerity. He hoped that she trusted him with that.

“I know you will,” Des said as her mouth just went with the flow of the moment, flirting with the man without even consulting with her brain first. Matt chuckled and began to wave goodbye as she walked into the hotel.

Des rushed to her room and quickly shut the door as she jumped onto her bed. She was like a giddy, giggly nerdy kid who just got the cool, popular boy’s attention at school, flailing her legs around excitedly and screaming into her pillow. Was she excited about talking to a cute boy? Yes. Was she also fighting for her life and having a lowkey panic attack because she spoke to a cute boy? Also yes. Was the screaming and kicking her feet up a mixture of the two emotions? Absolutely. And what happened a few minutes later set her off even more.

Ding! An unsaved number texted her, and the text read, “Hey, it’s me, Matt! It was nice to talk to you today! Enjoy that coffee. Hopefully we can talk again soon!” followed by a smiley face.

“Fuck me,” Des uttered to herself in disbelief of what she had gotten herself into.

***

Throughout the next 5 months, Matt and Des had been talking to each other on and off, sometimes about their growing Youtube careers, other times about casual things like their hobbies and their families. They would mainly text each other, but as they got more comfortable with each other, texts turned to Discord calls while playing Fortnite or silly little Roblox horror games, and silly littles games became late-night Facetime calls while doing their nighttime routines or while snuggled up in their beds. There were some nights where one would catch the other fallen asleep during the call. You know, the stuff friends do.

Matt would usually talk to her at night, but throughout the day he would find himself sending her little memes or even photos of things that reminded him of her. His brothers didn’t really know all the details. In fact, they virtually didn’t know anything other than the fact that they’d notice Matt sneaking texts underneath the table whenever they would eat together, that he’d get distracted on his phone when they filmed car videos, or that Matt was a bit more enthusiastic about waking up in the morning, sometimes even waking up earlier than the two of them, which was uncommon for him. It was weird, but at least they could acknowledge he seemed more up in spirits.

Destiny’s friends would ask her about the guy she was talking to, but she wouldn’t make it a big deal. “We’re not even dating,” she would say as an excuse, which was reasonable, of course. She didn’t feel it was appropriate to introduce them to someone she wasn’t even sure she would be romantically involved with. She didn’t want to get her hopes up to the point where a rejection would physically and mentally destroy her. She would, however, give them little details about him such as how he was a YouTuber, or that he had siblings, or how they met at the Creator’s Summit in New York. They would have little investigations (especially Layla) about who the mystery man could be. But up to this point, they still haven’t figured him out, which was great for Des.

Des and Matt’s friendship was working very well, even with the physical distances between them; Destiny living in Florida and Matt constantly traveling between California and Massachusetts. But that’s the thing: their relationship was long distance, and long-distance relationships can only go so far before the proximity becomes a problem. Des decided to bring it up one night during one of their FaceTime calls, stuttering her way through her part of the conversation as she tried to find the best wording for her suggestion to reunite with him in person. She was going to LA anyway to stay with her friends for a half-vlog-half-vacation trip, so she thought it would be nice to meet up with him, even just for a day or two.

Matt laid in bed as he received the information, seemingly calm if one looked at him from a distance, but his heart was actually pounding out of his chest. A heap of questions began to rush through his brain. She wanted to meet up with me? Oh my god, what does that mean? As friends or like… Oh gosh.

He simply nodded his head and gave her a promising smile. “Of course. I think it’s about time we hung out in real life again. We said we’d be more than just content or online friends, right?” His cheeks heated up as he heard Des’s cute little giggle from across the screen.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she replied. “So, I’ll text you all the details of my flight and my schedule and everything.”

“Okay, sure,” he said. As his anxiety grew, there were more thoughts. Fuck, is she coming to my house? Do I have to go to where she’s staying?

“It’s 2 AM already? Damn, I’m gonna go to sleep. I’m supposed to go to the nail salon with Dawn tomorrow.”

“Aw, okay. It was nice talking to you. Goodnight! Love y-” Matt quickly bit his lip as he heard the last two words about to slip from his mouth. Hopefully, she didn’t hear me.

“What’d you say?” Des asked. Thank God she had a genuine look of confusion on her face, and Matt mentally wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I was saying ‘Goodnight and sweet dreams’”, he answered as he played off his Freudian slip. “The phone must’ve glitched.”

Des smiled. “Oh okay! Goodnight to you, too, Matt.” And the call ended.

And even more thoughts rolled in. Oh my God, what if I embarrass myself around her like I almost did? Does she even really wanna see me, or is she just saying that to be nice? What clothes do I wea-

“Matt!” A voice said, and a knock coming from his door snapped Matt back to reality. He realized it was Nick.

“Yeah?” he called back out.

“Is my charger in your room?” Nick opened Matt’s door a bit to speak to him more directly. “I texted you about it, but you didn’t answer, so I had to make this long ass, unnecessary trip all the way from my room to yours to ask you.”

Matt brushed off the shade and jolted to look around his bedroom and grabbed Nick’s charger as he noticed it on his nightstand. “Yeah, I got it. Hold on,” he said as he got up and walked over to his bedroom door, handing Nick the charger through the crack he had open.

“Thanks,” Nick expressed, before he saw the look on Matt’s face. “Are you good? You look pale… paler than usual,” he continued. He was joking with him, but there was a genuine concern there.

Matt raised his eyebrow at his brother. He knew why Nick would say that, but he had to deflect somehow. “I’m good! Don’t worry about it.” He feigned a smile.

“Well, that makes me worry.” Nick refuted.

“Well, I said don’t worry about it,” Matt snapped back, before sighing as he realized he was getting tense. “Trust me, I’m fine, Nick.”

“Okay…” Nick said with a hint of hesitation. “Well, goodnight. And keep your notifications on, please? I hate walking back and forth.”

Matt nodded and watched Nick walk off before shutting his door. A wave of relief caused him to sigh before walking towards his closet and taking a look inside. He analyzed each shirt and pants on the hangers and racks, leaving him with just one thought.

I guess I gotta prepare from now…

***

The door to Des’s place swung open and she looked around, taking in the view of the interior of the house she was staying in for the week. She was finally in LA for her little vacation trip with her friends, and thank God she was able to rent her own place for the time being.

As she finished getting herself settled in (and by finished I mean putting her luggage to the side until she remembers to unpack later), she decided to let everyone know of her arrival, including Matt. She laid onto her bed and texted him “I’m in LA right now! Just arrived this morning” with a little heart face emoji as the cherry on top. She placed her phone on her nightstand and connected it to her charger as she went into the bathroom for a quick shower to wash herself off.

***

Matt looked at his phone as it sat on the stand attached to the Desboard of his car, the ding interrupting his focus as he continued to drive home. He had just finished having a meeting about a book he was working on, one that discussed anxiety and mental health from both a personal and professional perspective. He had been working on this book as a secret kept from his fans for about ten months now, constantly holding meetings with co-writers and editors, as well as doing interviews with therapists of all kinds.

Matt tapped onto his phone and it revealed a message from Destiny which read “I’m in LA right now! Just arrived this morning” with a smiley heart face emoji. His heart jumped as he started to think about what his life will be like this week with her finally being in close proximity to him. They made a promise that they would hang out for some time while she was here for the rest of the month, he just had to figure out when and where exactly.

Luckily, he had some days where he wouldn’t be having book meetings. But, he had to figure out how to designate time away from Nick and Chris. He really didn’t want to, but he felt that he had to. He and Des weren’t technically dating, technically not even real-life friends outside of the half-hour they spent in that coffee shop in New York. Bringing her up out of nowhere to his brothers would make them confused, but hiding her from them also felt like a crime. He couldn’t risk it though.

As Matt arrived home, he quickly texted Des his itinerary for the week and called her, a smile never leaving his face as he began to suggest things that the two of them could do together. He told her about a cute crêperia where they had “the best crêpes he has ever had”, and about a little botanical garden that he recently went to with his brothers and his friend Madi. In the back of his mind, he could get her a special flower there? He chuckled as he thought of the millions of ways to express his gratitude for her coming all the way to LA wanting to spend time with him in the midst of her busy schedule. But… were they dates? Honestly…

He wasn’t even sure yet. Here came the self-doubt.

***

Today was their first day meeting in-person since their time at the café in New York.

Matt waited outside of a brunch place he had suggested for the two of them to eat. He kept his eyes peeled for Destiny; he didn’t want to miss a second with her.

After a few minutes of aimlessly scrolling through his phone to pass the time, he finally heard a familiar cute voice from his right side. “Hey!!” Matt turned and looked at Des holding her hand out for a shake. Almost as if his body reacted involuntarily, his arms wrapped around her body for a hug.

Des was startled at first, but his touch and the warmth of his body instantly calmed her. The two shared a tight embrace before Matt pulled away to look at her, all of her. “How’ve you been?”

She noticed his eyes on her, almost like he was examining her, which would make sense since their first time seeing their whole bodies in person after a while. “I’ve been well!” she answered with a smile, the same smile that almost made Matt want to fall to his knees back at the coffee shop where they first met.

“Yeah?” Matt asked rhetorically. But, the way he said it… something about it made Des’s heart jump. And not only her heart had that reaction; Des shifted her position a bit as she felt the bundle of nerves between her legs pulse. Her brain did its best to shove those nasty thoughts in a vault and lock it as she nodded her head and asked back, “How’ve you been?”

Matt answered, “I’m good. But, even better now that you’re here.” He smiled, causing Des to let out a small titter, not knowing how to really respond to that. The Generation Z jumped out and came to her rescue, following the small nervous chuckle with a “same”.

Matt chuckled back and said, “Well, we should head inside. I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause you’re gonna want to eat everything off this place’s menu.” Matt’s face lit up as he saw Des laugh at his joke. This girl really knew how to make his heart flutter without even trying. And with that, he placed his hand on her upper back, swung the door open, and escorted her into the building. He swore he could feel her breath hitch as he touched her.

***

Their little date went well. They spoke to each other with the same energy as they would usually do over the phone. It was face-to-face now though, which added an extra layer of intimacy amongst them. They started to notice things about each other, especially in their body language, that they had never noticed before, since those months on FaceTime they pretty much always saw each other from the chest up with the usual “fit checks” being the only full-body exceptions.

Every moment Des would glance up at him, he would already have his eyes on her, then would quickly look away as he realized she caught him. She noticed that he never looked at his phone other than to check a phone call from his brother Chris, giving her the green flag that he actually paid full attention to her. She saw how he would bite his lip every time she shifted herself in her seat, and how he would stroke his hand through his hair whenever she complimented him, a sort of nervous tick. It was cute.

Matt was just as observant. He would watch the way she ate her food from the moment she picked it up with a fork, to the way she would chew, to the way she would swallow and wipe her mouth in case anything was on her lips. He noticed her fidget in her seat, especially when she was being complimented or praised. She would even shift sometimes when he would crack a little teasing joke at her. It was cute.

How the fuck would they both get through the rest of the week if they kept studying each other like this?

***

To answer the question, it went pretty well despite Des and Matt being in their heads about it. They checked off every box they had planned in their joint itinerary, with Matt showing her in some of his favorite places in LA, and Des happily following along, happy to learn more about the area, Matt himself, and their personal dynamics together.

The final stop for this week was Matt’s office where he’d met up with book editors and publishers before. He had a meeting earlier that day and everyone had left, so he knew he could take her here. It would be perfect: no distractions, no people walking in to disturb the flow, he could show her around and give her the inside scoop about his project, and he didn’t have to worry about being around her with fans or anyone watching their every move. And the added bonus of him still wearing his semi-professional office clothes. Just perfect.

He walked her around the office, showing her concept boards and first drafts, and told her about his book. As he spoke, he noticed the way her face would light up. Did she like the book that much? Or did she like the fact that he liked making it?

They finally finished the tour, and now they’re sitting on the gray couch in the room together, wondering what to do next.

“It’s been nice to spend this week hanging out with you,” Matt said, the satisfaction in his tone aligning with the words he spoke. “I just really love your energy.”

Des’s heart skipped a beat as she registered his words. Love my energy? she asked herself. “We only met in person for at most 30 minutes in that café,” she said with a laugh, and then continued, “And now we’ve only spent a week sneaking around together. What’s there to love?”

Matt’s body shifted, spreading his legs in a more relaxed stance as he felt himself get a bit tense. She was right, he could admit to himself. It’s only been a week of talking to someone face to face for the second time ever and he’s making such a bold claim. But, he meant what he said, and explained, “I mean, you’re just such a sweetheart for one. You actually sit and listen when I speak, compared to other influencers I’ve met. With a lot of them, you can just see them thinking about how to turn a conversation we’re having into content for their next TikTok or YouTube video.” He paused as he noticed her doe-like eyes looking right at him, taking in every word, before continuing, “You can see it in their eyes: just ideas and thoughts flooding their brains, blurring their vision. But with you, when I look at your eyes, they’re so big and bright and clear. It’s like you’re listening not only with your ears, but with your eyes, too. They’re so… so beautiful.”

Des’s heart stopped. Literally stopped. Beautiful?...

BEAUTIFUL?

She quickly mentally slapped herself to get back to reality after that word stopped her in her tracks. “Oh, um, thank you, Matt.” She smiled anxiously, and she noticed Matt glance down at her lips.

Matt’s legs spread a bit more as he could feel something coming on (more like something turning on…). He watched as Des bit her lip and shifted herself on her side of the couch. She was having the same reaction as him.

“Des, I’m serious,” he added onto his previous statements. “You’re beautiful. Not just looks-wise. Your personality… I just-” he bit his lip, his brain stopping him from continuing.

It was like his brain and his heart were fighting for dominance. Would it be logical for him to express his deeper feelings to her now? Or does he say “fuck logic– I’m just gonna tell her I love her”?

But there was a third opponent in this internal battle– and it wasn’t even internal. Matt kept his legs spread, trying his best to make his dick comfortable. He wasn’t getting a boner on purpose (he swears!), but Destiny was just too gorgeous. Her aura and her presence around him just made him get flustered, and ultimately, sexually frustrated.

He was just a man. Insert shrug here.

Matt patted the spot on the couch next to him and gestured over at Des for her to come beside him, and Des obliged, scooting up next to him until their thighs met.

At this point, they were looking into each other’s eyes, as if some force made them physically bound to stare at each other. Matt continued his confession telling Des, “I just wanna let you know, I really like you. I know we said we would be more than creator friends– which we are!” He paused to think about his next words. He absolutely did not want to fuck up this moment because of his anxious, misspeaking tongue. He sighed to relieve himself a bit and spoke again, “I know we’re friends and we’ve only been friends for some months now, and we’ve only hung out in person for a week and a day in total, but I feel something with you. It’s not just platonic.” He stopped himself from saying anything more for the moment because he really wanted to study her reaction. He knew that actions spoke louder than words, and that was very true in his and Des’s circumstances since they were both not the most outspoken people. The best way for him to really gauge Des’s thoughts was just by watching her.

He could see Des’s eyes wide and trance-like. They were staring into his own, but not actually looking at him at the moment. She was listening to him— the same way he told her that she truly listened to him with her eyes. And she was processing everything. Well, he did just admit his wholehearted more than platonic feelings for her, so it would make sense. He continued his admission, adding “I think I’m in love with you. I’m falling for you pretty hard. And it’s confusing since it’s so sudden, but I really wanna… try things out with you.”

Des bit her lip and shifted in her seat. Another nervous snicker, followed by an “Um..” made the somewhat hopeful look on Matt’s face start to dissolve. Did she not like what he said? Was she weirded out by him? Fuck… what if the feelings weren’t mutual? Or worse- what if she didn’t want to be his friend anymore?

“Matt?” Des’s voice interrupted the man’s thoughts. His eyebrows rose as his eyes jumped between her lips and her eyes, in some way to decipher what she was going to say next.

Des herself was also trying to decipher what she would say next. She wanted to immediately jump in Matt’s lap and kiss him. She wanted to just say “yes, yes, yes!” with pure excitement. She wanted to even satisfy him with her body, sealing the deal of any sort of romantic and sexual relationship. She wished she was just that type of spontaneous girl who could just love and accept him– all of him– with open arms.

But, she wasn’t. And she was well aware of it. All of her thoughts and feelings began to flood her brain, her mouth didn’t even know what words to form next. So, her eyes decided to take the reins.

Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, which juxtaposed the smile on her face. Were they tears of joy? She wished they were simply that: tears of joy. But, they weren’t. They were a mix of different feelings: a culmination of anxiety, fear, embarrassment, and joy that overwhelmed her. And her body just decided to release them all in the form of crying.

Matt saw her begin to sob, watched as her chest heaved in excess, how the tears just ran down her face without any force or strain, how little whimpers escaped her throat, and it absolutely devastated him. Des wasn’t just crying, she was having a nervous breakdown, a panic attack, a reaction his body was familiar with. He instantly coiled his arms around her, rubbing on her back to bring her back to some sort of tranquility. He let go of her after a few seconds, not wanting to make her feel claustrophobic, and placed his forehead against hers. It was like his body didn’t want to fully let go of her– it wanted to stay close and help her feel better. So, he began to start breathing, 4 seconds of an inhale, 4 seconds to hold his breath, 4 seconds of an exhale, and 4 seconds to hold once again, repeating the process intentionally to let Des follow at some point.

Des picked up on his breathing technique as her arms around him felt his respiration through his back. She began to follow his process, and after some time, it calmed her down. Matt and Destiny’s eyes met again as she looked up at him, and that’s when she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. It was her way of showing gratitude without a “thank you”, for words were not needed in that moment. All they needed was serenity. All they needed was each other; they were each other’s serenity.

As the moment continued and their comfort levels increased, Matt noticed Des getting closer to him, like she was trying to get on top of him. He helped her with this motion, getting her on top of his lap, and held her. His body cradled hers, not wanting to let go. If he could hold her like this forever, he would. Her aura, what he imagined was a light, fairy pink, blended with his sky blue to create the most beautiful shade of lavender. It looked like the way the sky would have a purple hue whenever the sun went down. A sunset— that’s what they were. She was the sun; shining more brightly than any other star in the universe. His world seemed to revolve around her. He was the Moon— one would only notice him if they looked up at the sky, and even then they probably wouldn’t see him at his full potential. Those mere, almost fleeting moments where the Sun and Moon would meet in the sky— their first meeting at the café in New York, the phone calls and texts they shared, and this whole full week of them being together in-person— created these beautiful colors of red, orange, and purple. And that’s what this blooming relationship between Matt and Des was: the purple hue of the sunset, where the Sun and Moon would enjoy each other’s company before they bid adieu to one another. The Sun’s light would still bask on him in the night, and on some days one could point out the glow that the Sun left on him even on their busiest days.

Des clung to Matt like a koala, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his neck. The two enjoyed each other’s warmth for a few more moments, truly engraving this moment in their bodies and minds. Des took it upon herself to make the next big move, to hammer a nail in their relationship.

Her lips pressed against his suddenly. Whether it was out of passion, comfort, or anything else, she didn’t quite know. But something about Matt helping her out of that state of vulnerability allowed her to break open her seal and release the spontaneity that she didn’t even know she had within herself.

Matt didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, following the movements of her lips with his own. She tasted the way he expected her to taste– like the mocha-flavored lip gloss she applied onto her lips after every meal they shared. It was divine and matched with her sweet, decadent composure. He knew at that moment that he wanted more of her, right here, right now.

Matt released his mouth from hers before any further actions– before a tongue slipped in, before a nip at a lip, before a whimper or moan could be emitted. He needed some sort of rite of passage, so he gazed into her eyes to ask his next question. Or rather, suggest something to her. “Des, I wanna do more with you… I wanna make you feel good.”

Destiny smiled softly at his disclosure, and nodded her head slowly. “O-Okay,” she stuttered. She knew what he meant, of course. He wanted to shift this to a more passionate atmosphere. She wanted it too, she couldn’t lie, and her desire rose as Matt leaned in to kiss her forehead.

The man’s arms massaged her shoulders a bit before starting to slowly inch down the sides of her body. His hands stopped above her hips, and he looked into her eyes again for a subtle consent to touch her there. Des nodded and smiled before looking down to figure out what he would do next.

His hands finally placed themselves on her pelvis and began to massage her. He wanted her to feel comfortable with this new boundary being crossed, and by the way she started to lean into his body and place her head in the crook of his neck, he could tell that she was.

That’s when he began to guide her hips to rock back and forth on top of him. The instant relief flowed through his body, causing Matt to sigh. He could hear a small whimper come from Destiny’s mouth as she, too, began to feel him against her.

He continued to guide her, keeping the pace slow, yet pressed her into his lap more to increase the friction. Matt swore he could feel Des’s mound through her pants, which motivated him to please her. Grunts and moans were all Matt could let out at the moment; the dirty talk would have to come later once he was out of his trance.

Des’s head was fully in between Matt’s neck and shoulder. She kept her arms around his neck to stabilize her upper body, while her lower half was being fully controlled by him. She began to spill moans from her mouth as he pressed her into him more, and the best part was that she didn’t feel the need to conceal them. She loved this feeling, not only because he was pleasing himself and her, but because he felt comfortable enough in the relationship to want to try something like this. They were on the same page, and this was just the cherry on top.

Matt’s grip onto Des’s hips suddenly loosened, and the grinding stopped. He was getting close, but he didn’t want to just use her body like a toy (at least not so early in their sexual relationship). He wanted to really feel her. He wanted her to use him for her own pleasure. “You wanna ride me, pretty girl?”

Gulp. Des removed her head from the crook of his neck and looked at him. She swallowed a lump in her throat before nodding her head, trying to fix herself onto Matt’s lap in a way she thought would help her perform to the best of her abilities. The thing is, her abilities… weren’t quite able. It’s not like she hadn’t ridden something before– if the pillow adjacent to hers on her bed counted as something. But, an actual human man? Not a part of her resumé. She finally sat herself down, but hesitated with commencing her next moves.

“Have you ever done this before?” Matt asked curiously, although by the lack of movement she gave from her end and the awkward position she sat in on his lap, he could already tell the answer.

Confirming his suspicions, Des shook her head and lowered it. Was she ashamed?

Matt placed his fingers on her jaw and brought her head back up to face him, making sure her eyes were aligned with his. His lips curved to form a smile, one that was hopefully reassuring for her. “It’s alright, Des. It’s normal. It’s okay. If you ever wanna stop, just pinch me or bite me or just say no. I’ll be fine,” he paused to kiss her forehead, “We will be fine. Okay, pretty girl?”

A blush appeared on Des’s cheeks, and she nodded, giving him a kiss back onto his cheek. Matt then helped to adjust the girl on his lap, making sure both him and her were comfortable with their positions. He grasped her hips and then her ass, but made sure to keep eye contact with her, studying the microexpressions on her face in case she ever gave a sign of discomfort. Then, Des began to rock her hips back and forth, mimicking Matt’s earlier guidance. The pleasure between her legs came back again as she felt him through his pants, rubbing against her sweet spot.

Matt bit his lip and threw his head back as the pleasure he felt shot up his spine. His Destiny, his gorgeous girl, was on his lap, riding him through his pants.

He groaned as Destiny continued her movements, the urge of throwing his head back again quickly diminishing as he began to plant kisses against her ear and the back of it. He could hear her little sweet whimpers of ecstasy in his own ear, and it drove him to lift his own hips up to collide with her rotating hips. His groin met with hers with such force that the vibrations of impact flowed through the two of their bodies, causing their soft pants and whimpers to grow into louder moans. If dry-humping caused them to have these sorts of reactions, one could only imagine what penetration would make them feel like.

Matt knew that the sounds of friction against their clothing mixed with their moans wasn’t enough to complete the symphony. He needed to add one more piece. So, his lips began to twitch as his brain transferred sweet-nothings to whisper to the girl on his lap. “There you go, baby… That feels good?” He murmured, the softness of his voice contrasting with some undertone of a rasp that sent shockwaves through Des’s ear all the way to her pussy. The pulse at her clit quickened and the wet spot in her panties quickly flooded the entire area. She nodded and threw her head back, making Matt lean over and grab her to keep her from falling backward. This new position created a delicious angle for Matt to begin thrusting his hips with more intention, almost to the point where he looked like he was actually fucking her. “I know, baby, you’re feeling good. Good girl…”, he stated while he stared into her eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as his own stomach started to churn with pleasure.

Des’s moans started to become more sporadic the closer she got to her orgasm. Matt took the opportunity to reach one of his hands down to her mound and begin rubbing at it, his finger doing its best to find where he believed her clit to be. He felt something, similar to the feeling of the tip of a nose, and knew that he hit the jackpot, so he began to rub at that spot the best he could through her pants.

The feeling of the moment finally caught up to Des and she felt herself begin to unravel. Her body began to shake as she orgasmed, almost making her fall out of Matt’s grasp.

Matt pulled her body close, wrapping his arms around her waist with a grip tight enough to contain her trembling, but soft enough to give her some sort of comfort. He softly cooed at her, whispering small shushes and giving her small pecks of his lips by the temple of her head. “It’s okay, honey,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re okay. I’m right here. It’s just me, okay?”

Des brought her head between his neck and his shoulder as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm. It was embarrassing for her. She knew it shouldn’t have been. Matt probably wouldn’t care if that’s how her body reacted to pleasure. But what if he did?

Almost as if he had heard her worries through telepathy, he uttered, “No, no, no it’s okay to shake. Shaking’s normal.”

“I’ve never done that before,” Des admitted, causing Matt to cock his head. She clarified, “I’ve never cum before… especially not with someone else.”

Matt kissed her temple and began to rub her back. He didn’t have a problem with her admission at all. “You feel good though, right?” She nodded, and he continued. “That’s all that matters,” he stated with a sincere and heartwarming smile.

Her warm chestnut eyes looked into his icy blues, the contrast between them being highlighted by the bright sparks of ecstasy that they now both shared post-orgasm. Des was normally intimidated by eye contact, but with Matt she felt… comfortable. Safe. Trust.

And that trust is what gave her the confidence to make this request.

“Matt… if you’re still up for it,” she paused to swallow the lump of saliva that nearly stopped her from getting her words out then continued, “Can I suck you off?”

Matt was indeed up for it. He didn’t have an orgasm from their grinding session, which he was initially thankful for because he didn’t ruin his pants. But with Des’s request, he was now double-thankful for not cumming. He could now enjoy a blowjob from his favorite person without the fear of him (or his dick) being overstimulated or overwhelmed.

“It’s okay, you can do whatever you want. Whatever feels comfortable. I wouldn’t ever force you to do anything,” He replied. In his own mind he added, I could force my dick down your throat… with consent though-

His thoughts were stopped as he watched Des get on her knees between his legs, looking up at him with those doe-eyes. Those same fucking doe-eyes that got him hard in the first place were now looking up at him, yearning for his dick.

“Fuck,” He mumbled, and he pulled his pants down to help her get started. Her soft, warm hands pulled down his boxers, causing his erection to spring out in its precum-coated, red-tipped glory. It was desperate for some relief, something more than just a couple rubs through fabric— it needed a warm and wet cavern to dump its release inside of.

The way her eyes looked at his dick could have cum right then. But he held his composure, and pet her head as he watched one of her hands wrap around his shaft. Matt chuckled as he noticed her trying to jerk him off. “You have to lube it up; I don’t have any foreskin, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh.

Des laughed as well as she realized her mistake. “Oh, right,” she told him. Noticing the pre-cum began to slide from his tip, she used some to wipe onto him, and Matt winced at the contact. He bit his lip as he watched her stroke his cock, and when her eyes met his, he, again, did his best not to cum all over her face.

Des finally knew it was time to do what she yearned for. So, she bent her head down and released some saliva onto his tip, then used her hand to coat it all around his dick. When she was ready, she wrapped her lips around him, and began to suck.

“Ah, shit..,” Matt groaned. He leaned his head into the back of the couch, truly living in this moment– the moment that his girl Destiny was finally making direct contact with his dick. It was purely heaven.

Des brought her head up and down his length, doing her best to get as much surface area as she could. When she got comfortable and noticed Matt’s face of bliss, she brought herself as far down his dick as she could and began to suck from there.

Matt’s hand grabbed the back of her head, however he didn’t tug on her hair; he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or in any sort of pain. He wanted his girl to truly enjoy herself— He knew he was. “Your lips… oh, shit,” was all that he could even conjure out of his own lips.

Des chuckled, causing vibrations to move through his cock all the way up his spine, making his brain receive all the pleasure from those feelings. The girl continued to do her best to suck him deeply, not quite deepthroating, but still getting deep enough to feel him at the back of her throat. It was surprisingly pleasurable for her, and the proof was in her panties as her clit throbbed the way it did when she rode him.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Destiny,” he moaned out, jutting his hips. He tried his best not to overpower her— he really did.

But, she just felt too damn good.

“Des, I want to go deeper, are you okay with that, sweetheart?”

He heard (and felt) an “Uh-huh” come from her mouth, and he immediately took action.

His hips bucked in her mouth with haste, the tip hitting the back of her throat which caused her to make the most disgustingly beautiful noises. “Good girl,” he stated through grunts, “good fucking girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.” He stopped speaking to listen to her noises. They were cute gags with little gaps in between each stroke of his cock, both from the impact of his dick’s rhythm inside of her, but also from her trying to keep herself alive with short and quick breaths through her nose. He had heard those sounds in porn before, yes. But with Des? That was something else. She wasn’t just some personal pornstar for him, she was like his doll. And although this was their first time together, he loved to play with her, and he anticipated the many more times he could play with her again, the many more possibilities of getting nastier with her, the many more times be could be romantic and soft with her, the many more times he could just simply be with her.

“Fuck, Destiny, I’m so close,” he moaned out, and his feet planted themselves on the ground as he did his best to restrain himself from cumming too early while still thrusting into her mouth.

Des didn’t respond simply because her throat was occupied with being thrusted into. Her hands held onto his thighs as his thrusts got faster, and she knew he was getting closer to an orgasm.

And finally, with a couple more thrusts and some praises, he finally released, closing his eyes and groaning proudly. But, he noticed that she might not be comfortable with him ejaculating inside of her mouth, so he pulled out to minimize the chances. He looked down at her and noticed that some did end up in her mouth, while the rest landed on her cheeks and nose.

But, Des didn’t care about any of that. She fully accepted it all, and leaned her mouth back onto his dick to suck the residue from his tip. This stunned Matt, but he didn’t question it since she looked too damn good doing it. Des smiled and licked her lips as she finished. “You taste nice,” she complimented him.

Matt laughed and petted her head and brought his hand down to hold her jaw and caress her cheek. “Oh yeah? I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Des cocked her head to the side as she questioned what he meant mentally. Matt noticed and continued, “For when I taste you!” He grinned as he continued, “I know you’re probably gonna taste better than me.”

Des smiled and blushed. He wanted to taste me? She asked herself.

Yes, he wanted to taste her! And not only taste her– he wanted to touch her, tease her, make her cum around him, choke, gag, bite, kiss, spit, swallow, everything. He wanted to do every single damn thing to her.

But, that would have to be for next time.

[howlingday]

Pyrrha: Ahh (estirandose mientras se le resalteaba su redondo trasero al igual que a sus bien formadas piernas y muslos) blake tiene razón estos pantalones de yoga son increíbles son ajustados y al mismo tiempo flexibles casi cómo si no llevará nada

Nora: Y que lo digas y éstos sosténes deportivos que yang recomendó son increíbles y cómodos, mis chicas pueden respirar cómo nunca antes ahora (respiro hinchando sus pechos que además se encontraban apretados por el mismo sostén)

Todo esto era visto por un nervioso jaune quien intentaba tomar café sólo para que su mano temblorosa y su incapacidad de apartar la mirada lo hagan derramarlo, y a su lado se encontraba un ren leyendo un libro sin importarle absolutamente lo que el dúo de amazonas le haría a su líder

Jaune: E-ellas saben lo-o que están haciendo?

Ren: Definitivamente lo saben (ojeo la siguiente página) Yo que tu en su lugar bebería redbull

Pyrrha: Ahh~! (Stretching while highlighting her round butt as well as her shapely legs and thighs) Pyrrha: Blake is right, these yoga pants are incredible! They are tight and at the same time flexible, almost as if she were wearing nothing. Nora: And now that you mention it, these sports bras that Yang recommended are incredible and comfortable~! My girls can breathe like never before now ! (She breathes, swelling her breasts, which were also squeezed by the same bra) All this was seen by a nervous jaune who was trying to drink coffee only for his shaking hand and his inability to look away causing him to spill it, and next to him was a ren reading a book without absolutely caring what the duo of Amazons would do to him. Jaune: Do they know what they're doing? Ren: They definitely know (Looks to next page) If I were you I would drink Redbull.

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Jaune: Why?

Ren: 3...

Jaune: Huh?

Ren: 2...

Jaune: What are you doing?

Ren: 1...

Jaune: Ren, what the heck are you-

Pyrrha: Jaune? I think the shower is broken again. Can you come fix it for me, please~?

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure thing, Pyrrha. Just let me ask Ren-

Ren: (Dragged away by Nora)

Jaune: Ah...

[lz-didyounotice]

The girl with a thousand faces : Part 1

Hey guys! hum warning, this is my first fanfiction on Doctor Who. I wrote this one with the tenth doctor in mind. English is not my primary language, so please be indulgent. This fic will be in two or three parts depending on what the general reaction will be :0 So hum yeah. Also in the first chapter, you're given a certain name, but it will not be definitive.

Froggit-

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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Your destiny wasn’t what you could call “normal”. For a human at least. 

Playing, studying, going to college, finding a job, having a family, and growing old, could be called a winning ticket. You, on the other hand, had to deal with something else for as long as you could remember. 

Remembering. Here was something you were good at, something you had done for dozens of years without even understanding why it was happening. All those faces, all those lives you had to leave behind you. A single heart that had to grow again and again, without knowing where it would end up next, what language it would speak, what future it would be. 

A miracle some would call it. To you, it was purely a curse. The process of dying, being conceived again, growing up, and remembering your past lives, was getting tiring as the years came by. But here you were once again. And this time, your death had been quite special. Never would you have imagined dying to free a city.

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Paris was beautiful, it was true. But too many people lived there for it to be breathable. Summer was a pain in the ass, having no air circulating between buildings, and the cramped space of the streets, making the temperature grow higher each passing day. It wasn’t bearable. Breathing wasn’t easy, and there was as much that water could solve. 

Today was one of those days. Waking up to windows covered in craft paper to reduce the heat coming in the house, the rod from your old shutters, still in a corner of your room waiting to be saved. A kitchen, a little too small for even one person, and a pan to heat the water. A simple life in a busy city.

The bus had taken its sweet time to arrive, making you late for work. As soon as you entered the small café, you were in for quite a lot.

“Oh! Louise te voilà enfin! t’as presque une demie heure de retard, Naeva te cherche partout. J’ai mis ton uniforme dans l’arrière boutique 

oh! Louise! here you are, you’re practically Half an hour late, Naeva was searching for you. I put your uniform in the back

-Ah! Merci beaucoup Fély! je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi. Désolée pour le retard, mon bus a encore été dévié.

Ah! Thanks a lot, Fély! I don’t know what I would do without you! Sorry for being late, my bus took another route again.

-C’est pas à moi qui faut dire ça, allez dépêches toi, on ouvre dans 5 minutes.”

I’m not the one you should tell this, and hurry up, we open in 5 min.

With a big smile, you walked by the kitchen to finally get dressed in your work attire.

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Working wasn’t a passion. Making drinks had become mechanical long before even entering this café. Made it more of a chore to keep a place to live. 

Even with the knowledge of a thousand years, you had stayed here, certain that something special would happen in this life. This “something special” came with the name of John Smith. A beautiful man in a striped suit, bearing a gorgeous smile. Never would you have guessed that this man could bring so much trouble with him. 

You were happy to have learned how to regain your memory faster. And practicing sports did wonders. But Running from potato-headed soldiers wasn’t how you imagined your Monday to go. Their guns secured in hand while they tried to shoot you and the man beside you. 

Somehow, you managed to get shot in the side. Sure it hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t your first rodeo with this kind of injury.

Making a new turn, the two of you had entered a small building. As soon as the door was closed, you heard a weird vibrating sound and saw “John” hunched over the door lock.

“It should last us a bit before they can get us.

-Who the heck are you ?! You seem to know an awful lot about what those are.  

-I’m the Doctor.

-The Doctor? What kind of doctor runs from bald potato soldiers?

-I could ask you the same. And you were also shot. Do you think you can still help?

- I might die either way. Let me be useful….”

“ So… what is the plan? “

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The Sontarans had tried to sneak a bomb on Earth. Similarly to a mine, someone had to walk on it for it to detonate. In this case, only a human could make it explode. The bomb was still on their ship, and the Doctor had found their teleporter. 

The safe was easy to find, but to take down the fleet, the bomb had to be activated. 

“Doctor, I know it’s not the best option, but I'm the only one here able to make the ship go down. I’m already injured so it wouldn't be a big loss. You'll probably find me again in another life anyway. You, on the other hand, I’m not entirely sure.

-What do you mean another life ?! You're not dying, not on my watch…!”

The brunette seemed stressed. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you had too much time in your life to know what was going on in his head.

“You know what? Can I promise you something?

-I don’t think I quite follow but go ahead.

-I promise you, I'll always come back. No matter what. Might take a few human years but I'll always be back. No matter the life. “

The doctor seemed surprised. Humans surely made shallow promises in the hope of making things better, and to make others less guilty. But the sincerity of your voice made him believe it, and it scared him.

“Who are you, Louise....?”

All you gave him was a small smile before picking yourself up, blood still spreading on your shirt despite having transformed your apron into a temporary bandage. Only three digits were necessary to open the door. Your hand on the lock, the door slides open, and the monstrosity you had before your eyes made you want to throw up. You knew of the pain that was going to go through you. It wasn’t your first death by a bomb, but the last blasted your brain in tranches below the surface.

The bomb looked like a normal sewer lid, it would have been easy for a citizen to mistake it for a normal one. Checking Behind you, you had hoped to see the face of the doctor one last time before taking a step.

His eyes held sorrow, convinced that he had to make something else work. In comparison yours held hope, knowing that it wouldn’t be your end. But as red lights came into existence, he had to run. His eyes turned as he ran away to get to safety.

Once you knew he was far enough, as your foot barely touched the bomb, you felt your skin burn like a thousand suns. It was almost welcoming.

Darkness took over, letting you sink into the unknown.

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Has you opened your eyes again, all you could see was the face of a beautiful woman. A halo was drawn on top of her head, as she whispered a sweet lullaby.

making gurgling noises, you finally reached for her nose, desperate to touch something again. And all you saw was her smile as she put her head against yours. Your name fell beautifully from her lips. 

“Welcome to the world… Y/N Noble…”

[faerybin]

「Lee Minho」 ♤

» So here you'll find all of my favorite Minho fanfics

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» Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work *⁠.⁠✧

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[Untitled] ↴

[0.3k] — fluff, suggestive

Cotton Candy ↴

[0.3k] — fluff

Routine ↴

[0.5k] — fluff

Another year with you ↴

[0.5k] — fluff, established relationship

Ticklish ↴

[0.7k] — fluff

Mine ↴

[0.7k] — pre-established relationship, fluff

[Untitled 4] ↴

[0.8k] — fluff, comfort

Birthday boy ↴

[0.8k] — fluff

Kiss me (like you wanna be loved) ↴

[1.4k] — established relationship, fluff, suggestive

I miss you ↴

[2.5k] — smut, slight angst, fluff

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Café cuddles ↴

[2k] — a lot of fluff

Conversations with Minho ↴

[2.3k] — fluff, hurt/comfort

Brother's best friend ↴

[2.4k] — smut

Kingdom come ↴

[3k] — slight angst, smut, prince!minho x maid!reader, royalty!au

A chance ↴

[3k] — slow burn, angst (if you squint), hurt/comfort, fluff

Black magic ↴

[3.3k] — warlock!minho, witch!reader, fluff

Bets and situations ↴

[3.4k] — rivals to lovers, street racing, smut

Homerun ↴

[3.8k] — fluff, friends to lovers au, high school au, sports au (baseball player minho!!)

Make a wish ↴

[3.9k] — smut, fluff, established relationship

Strawberries ↴

[4.3k] — tattoo artist au, fluff

Dirty Thoughts ↴

[4.7k] — smut, fluff, friends to lovers

Jealousy, jealousy ↴

[4.9k] — college au, coffee shop au, strangers to lovers

Of poison love and never agains ↴

[6k] — fluff, angst, royal au, enemies-to-lovers

Winner ↴

[6.6k] — fluff, slight angst

Spiderweb ↴ ♡

[7.4k] — smut, angst, roommates to lovers, brothers best friend!au

Glowing ↴

[8.2k] — best friend’s brother!minho, smut

Laundry ↴ ♡

[8.2k] — smut, established relationship, angst, fluff

Backstage ↴

[8.6k] — established relationship, mc!lee know, fluff, smut

TKO ↴

[9k] — boxer!au, neighbours!au, smut, tsundere/brat tamer!minho

Between the lines ↴

[9.7k] — retro!high school au, slow burn, slight enemies-to-lovers shenanigans

Green Flames ↴

[9.8k] — little angsty, slowburn, fluff, hogwarts au, frenemies to lovers

And they were roommates ↴ ♤

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je me sens mieux au travail, enfin je me sens mieux dans la vie en général depuis cet été, j'aime toujours pas ce que je fais mais j'aime y aller pour mes collègues. Ceux que j'apprécie. Il y en a un avec qui on fait du sport ensemble. Certaines personnes avec qui je vais boire des verres. Une collègue m'a même invité à manger dans un restaurant gastro le mois prochain et ensuite finir avec un lancé de haches (ça n'a aucun sens 😭). Même avec mon équipe, je me sens + ok de parler.

Deux personnes m'ont dit "alors tu fais quoi après ton contrat ? tu prolonges j'espère ? ce serait bien. Ou tu as prévue de repartir ?" et honnêtement j'ai rigolé nerveusement, en disant que je prenais ce qu'il y avait à prendre, bien qu'au fond de moi je sais que c'est temporaire. Parce qu'il y a ma formation café. Et je vais pouvoir me renseigner dessus avant la fin d’année puisque je serai dans la ville en question. J'ai toujours envie de vivre à Montréal. Ou l'Australie. Je sais vraiment pas où je serai l'année prochaine, ça me tracassait énormément pendant un temps, et aujourd'hui je vis juste au jour le jour. Je me suis encore inscrite pour le pvt, et on verra ce qui s'en suit. Si ça se fait pas, ce sera l'année d'après. Si je dois prolonger, je prolongerai. Si je dois être barista, je le serai. Chaque chose arrive pour une raison. (Mais j'espère faire quelque chose que j'aime, et surtout dans un endroit où je serai épanouie, genre barista à Montréal..... je dis ça je dis rien)

[queermtl]

Queer MTL : quoi faire en juillet 2024 // Queer MTL things to do: July 2024

(Photo by Eva Blue)

Queer MTL things to do: July 2024

The summer festival season is in full swing, and things are queerer in MTL than ever this July! This month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

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🎥 Cinema 👑 Drag 🥳 Parties 🎶 Concert ✊ Activism 🏳️‍⚧️ Trans 🏳️‍🌈 Community 😆 Comedy 🎭 Performance 💪 Sports 👯‍♀️ Dance 🎤 Karaoke 🎨 Arts 📚 Literary / Educational 👠 Ballroom / Vogue

Lundi 1 juillet / Monday, July 1

🥳 DramaQueen presents DramaQueen on the river with Dracvla, Wiltbarn and Rakehell, Riverside Bar Terrasse St Henri 🎨 VITRINE Festival 2024 : VISION art market and film screenings, Union Française de Montréal 🎭 La Curieuse—Ligue d’improvisation estivale, Chez Ernest 👑 C’est ma toune! : Edition Divas, a drag show where you pick the playlist, with Sasha Baga, Jessie and Bobépine, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 2 juillet / Tuesday, July 2

👑 Full Gisèle : Oh Canada ! with Gisèle Lullaby, Rawbin, Carmen Sutra, Bobépine and Kitana, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 3 juillet / Wednesday, July 3

🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Ace Pride Comedy Show with Heathcliff, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🎨 Drink & Draw by @Hommehomo, Bar Le Cocktail 👑 Mercredi Drag Live with Victoire de Rockwell, Jessie Précieuse, Lady Guidoune, and Rock Bière, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 4 juillet / Thursday, July 4

🎭 Cup of Tease and Velvet Pistol present Red, White & Boobs with Yikes Macaroni, Foxy Lexxi Brown, Baron Von Styck, Butterscotch Blondie, Charli Deville and Miss Behave, The Wiggle Room 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Girls' Night Out: Battle of the Decades with Lady Boom Boom, Pétula Claque, Daisy Wood and Krystella Fame, Cabaret Mado 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 5 juillet / Friday, July 5

🎶 Orville Peck, Festival International de Jazz de Montréal, TD Stage, Place des Festivals 🎨 Montréal Comiccon, Palais des congrès de Montréal 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Kiara, Jimmy Moore, Nana and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Samedi 6 juillet / Saturday, July 6

🥳 Sweet Like Honey hosts a Block Party with DJ Honeybunn, Glowzi and Po, Marché des Possibles 🎨 Montréal Comiccon, Palais des congrès de Montréal 🎤 Queer Karaoke MTL hosts a Trans March Fundraiser, followed by a trans-forward queer dance party, Blue Dog 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 🥳 Parallel Vol. 9 featuring Arab/SWANA region-based music, Cabaret Berlin 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Kiara, Jimmy Moore, Nana and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Lady Gaga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 7 juillet / Sunday, July 7

📚 The Violet Hour Book Club reads Henry Hoke’s Open Throat, Librairie Pulp Books & Cafe 🥳 Sweet Like Honey with DJ Lax, DJ Tokyo and DJ Playgirl, Village au Pied du Courant 🎨 Montréal Comiccon, Palais des congrès de Montréal 🏳️‍🌈 Afterglo hosts Slow Dating #13 Gay for men identifying as gay, Le Central 🎭 On the Blvd Multi-Mic, Bar Bifteck 💪 The International Wrestling Syndicate presents IWS vs GCW, focusing on underrepresented athletes including LGBTQ+ fighters, L’Olympia 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 🏳️‍🌈 Aimé Chartier : 60 ans de carrière et 80 ans de vie, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 8 juillet / Monday, July 8

🎭 La Curieuse—Ligue d’improvisation estivale, Chez Ernest

Mardi 9 juillet / Tuesday, July 9

👑 Full Gisèle : Extravaganza with Gisèle Lullaby, Saltina Shaker, Sunshine Glitterchild, Adriana The Bombshell, Sasha Baga and Nick Saanto, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 10 juillet / Wednesday, July 10

🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Tony McIntyre is a Time Traveller with Merry Kringles, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 Celes and Marc-André Caron present Loreen vs Sia, Cabaret Mado

Jeudi 11 juillet / Thursday, July 11

🎭 Lust Cove presents The Lust Cove Sex(y) Education Show with Miss Scarlet Knife, Yaya Havana, Mina Minou, Mei, Kaya Koko and Carmen Mayhem, The Wiggle Room 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Le Sami Party with Sami Landri, Cabaret Mado  👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 12 juillet / Friday, July 12

🥳 BIMBO with DJs Diskommander and DJ G3MINI, Le Livart  🥳 Cerise Noire goth night, Bar NDQ 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Bobépine, Peggy Sue, Nana and Aizysse Baga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Samedi 13 juillet / Saturday, July 13

🥳 FRKY presents FRKY x 2 Year Anniversary with Manclaudy, Moka, Rawsoul and Sexnobe, La Sotterenea 🥳 Soirées Velours presents Trouve ta Muse, a special lesbo-queer party, Bar le P2 🎭 Voulez Vous Productions presents Bootcamp: Séduis toi pour les fat babes with Rosie Bourgeoisie, Centre Strathearn 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Bobépine, Peggy Sue, Nana and Aizysse Baga, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Céline Dion, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 14 juillet / Sunday, July 14

🎭 Voulez Vous Productions presents Bootcamp: Séduis toi pour personnes avec experience scénique with Rosie Bourgeoisie, Centre Strathearn 👑 Afternoon Drag Café with all-ages, neurodivergent-friendly and sober, with Itsh and Timothy Toxic, L’Orbite 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Happy Birthday Miss Butterfly with Miss Butterfly, Michel Dorion and Chouchoune, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 15 juillet / Monday, July 15

📚 Fierté Montréal and Fierté littéraire presents Queer académie : La sélection with Barbada, Théâtre La Comédie 🎭 La Curieuse—Ligue d’improvisation estivale, Chez Ernest 👑 Da-Lulu with Enigma, Woody Fungi, Asmalix and Vulverine, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 16 juillet / Tuesday, July 16

👑 Full Gisèle : Disney with Gisèle Lullaby, Marla Deer, Bambi Dextrous, Tracy Trash and Prudence, Cabaret Mado 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 17 juillet / Wednesday, July 17

🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 🎥 Jane Fonda stars in Barbarella, Cinémathèque québécoise 😆 The Crochet Comedy Show with Shosho, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 18 juillet / Thursday, July 18

🎥 Queer Cinema Club of Montréal hosts a screening of But I'm a Cheerleader starring RuPaul and Natasha Lyonne, Cinema Moderne 🎭 Them Fatale presents Summer Heat with Amnesia, EnvyTheClown, Kitty Catcher, MX. Quest, Rosie Bourgeoisie and Xénia, The Wiggle Room 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 19 juillet / Friday, July 19

🥳 Studio ZX presents Festival Ctrl+Alt with Afrotonik, Place du Village 🥳 SUPER TASTE MTL presents We Can’t Stop! 2010’s Dance Party, Cabaret Berlin 🥳 Dark Area and Techno Haute Couture present Dark Area x THC with Special K, Rögue, LAPA XII and Deaf, Collectif MTL 🥳 Strawberry Gothcake rave with 99jakes, Kilbourne, FortifiedStructures, Outback and Mowie B2B The Bald Girl, La Sotterenea 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Kitana, Velma Jones and Celes, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou : Soirée sans pantalon with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Samedi 20 juillet / Saturday, July 20

🥳 Studio ZX presents Festival Ctrl+Alt with ElleLui, Hauterageous and Discoño, Place du Village 🎶 La ferme coopérative aux champs qui chantent presents Rae Spoon with KY, La ferme coopérative aux champs qui chantent 🥳 GTR—Girls Theys Rave with Broodmare, Faneva and Dracvla, La Poubelle Magnifique 🥳 SUPER TASTE MTL presents Voulez-Vous Disco & New Wave Dance Party: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Bar Le Ritz PDB 🎤 Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, Café Cléopatra 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Kitana, Velma Jones and Celes, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado  👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 21 juillet / Sunday, July 21

🥳 Studio ZX presents Festival Ctrl+Alt with Blush and Unikorn, Place du Village 🏳️‍🌈 Italo Queer Montréal hosts Picnic Estivo, Parc Jarry 👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 22 juillet / Monday, July 22

🎭 La Curieuse—Ligue d’improvisation estivale, Chez Ernest 👑 Tout le monde en drag pour REZO with Pétula Claque, Cabaret Mado

Mardi 23 juillet / Tuesday, July 23

👑 Full Gisèle : The Matrix with Gisèle Lullaby, Esirena, Fabien L’Amour, Kelly Torrieli and Celes, Cabaret Mado  😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 24 juillet / Wednesday, July 24

🎭 The Poly Mic open mic 1-year Anniversary, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 Max Higgins is The Underdog with Raquel Maestre, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles

Jeudi 25 juillet / Thursday, July 25

👑 Cult of AnarchKey presents the Drag Open Stage Fundraiser for “Native Women’s Shelter of Montréal” with Korra AnarchKey, Champs Bar 🥳 BLUSH presents Salade de Fruits : Happy Hour Queer, an event by and for FLINT+, Bar La Marche à côté 😆 World’s Smallest Comedy Festival presents World’s Queerest Comedy Night, Hurley’s Irish Pub 🥳 L’Orage presents Jeudi diversité !, L’Orage Club 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado 👑 Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail

Vendredi 26 juillet / Friday, July 26

👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Marla Deer, Tracy Trash and Pétula Claque, Cabaret Mado 👑 Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail

Samedi 27 juillet / Saturday, July 27

🥳 Rubber Electric queer dark electronic fetish rave with Vicky Devika, Mushin and Nori, Cabaret Berlin 👑 Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Marla Deer, Tracy Trash and Pétula Claque, Cabaret Mado 👑 Jimmy Moore personnifie Rihanna, Cabaret Mado 👑 Late Night with Jessie Précieuse, Cabaret Mado 👑 Drôles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma Déjàvu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail

Dimanche 28 juillet / Sunday, July 28

👑 Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and special guests, Cabaret Mado 👑 Happy Birthday Crystal Starz with Crystal Starz, Michel Dorion and Chouchoune, Bar Le Cocktail

Lundi 29 juillet / Monday, July 29

🎭 La Curieuse—Ligue d’improvisation estivale, Chez Ernest

Mardi 30 juillet / Tuesday, July 30

👑 Full Gisèle : Femme fatale with Gisèle Lullaby, Victoire de Rockwell, Jessie Précieuse, Kiara and Foxy Lexxi Brown, Cabaret Mado 👑 Le cirque de Teddy Boop with Teddy Boop, Sally D, Sarah Winters and Mister Boogie, Bar Le Cocktail 😆 Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro Montréal

Mercredi 31 juillet / Wednesday, July 31

🎭 The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 😆 The Poly Showcase with Raquel Maestre and Tranna Wintour, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles 👑 Sitcom Bonanza : Spécial Friends, Cabaret Mado

OTHERS / LES AUTRES

🤠 Club Bolo—Danse Country Montréal meet on Fridays at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud.

👯 Tango/Salsa Queer holds lessons every Saturday, visit queertangomtl.com for information or contact tango.queer@hotmail.com or call +1 (514) 709-4678 for prices and signup information, Espaces des Arts.

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play. 

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

[camisoledadparis]

saga: Soumission & Domination 314

Côme devient Bi et Ludovic me présente ses parents

Plusieurs semaines plus tard, alors que Côme est entré comme membre actif des Escorts hétéro, pour le plus grand plaisir de déjà deux de mes plus fidèles clientes et pour leur plus grand plaisir selon leurs retours, il demande à me voir.

Quand il arrive et que je le reçois au 4ème, il me demande si ça ne me dérange pas d'aller au bureau du 1er.

Je lui demande s'il a eu un problème avec la cliente. Sa réponse négative, si elle me rassure coté travail, m'inquiète plus coté personnel !

Je le fais assoir et lui demande si tout va bien. Je m'assure qu'il n'est pas mécontent de ce qu'il perçoit pour ses prestations et que notre relation avec son frère n'est pas en cause. Réponses négatives à tous ces points.

J'attends donc qu'il se décide à me dire ce qui ne va pas. En attendant qu'il se décide je fais 2 cafés et lui en tends un. Ce n'est que quand il l'a fini qu'il se lance.

Il commence par me remercier de l'avoir mis sur le coup et qu'il m'est très reconnaissant de ce qui lui arrive. Je lui dis que c'est réciproque et qu'il fait merveilles auprès des clientes.

Il me dit que justement il craint de me décevoir. Comme je ne vois pas en quoi et que je lui en fais la remarque, il se lance.

Il m'explique que faire du sport 2 fois par semaine avec mon groupe, ça l'avait méchamment travaillé et qu'il avait envie de céder à Jona et François mais que ce faisant, il allait rompre le contrat moral qu'il avait pris avec moi comme quoi il était hétéro car c'était pour ça que je l'avais embauché.

J'éclate de rire. Sans que ça le vexe, je vois bien qu'il ne comprend pas ma réaction.

Je le rassure et lui dis qu'il n'a de contrat que de " prestater " pour ma boite. Que ce qu'il fait par ailleurs, à condition que cela ne remette pas en cause sa santé et par ricochet celles de mes clients, cela ne regardait que lui. Il s'en défend et avance que je ne l'aurais probablement pas embauché sinon.

Là, je lui fais remarquer qu'il dit quand même une grosse connerie étant donné que mon secteur client gay est beaucoup plus développé ! Effectivement il prend conscience de l'énormité de sa réflexion. Je résume pour lui : il est en train de s'apercevoir que certains mecs ne le laissent pas indifférent et que ça le trouble étant donné qu'il était sûr d'être hétéro à 200%.

Il me dit que c'est tout à fait ça et qu'en plus c'est sur Jona et François qu'il flash ! Comme ils sont en couple, ça le gène de s'immiscer entre eux. Même si ces derniers l'ont assuré que cela n'aurait aucune incidence pour personne. Je contourne mon bureau et pose mes fesses contre le plateau alors qu'il est devant moi prostré dans le fauteuil. (Enfin, prostrer un corps comme le sien c'est pas évident !).

Je le lève et lui relève la tête afin d'avoir ses yeux dans les miens. Je lui demande où il a bien pu trouver que s'il allait baiser avec Jona et François, cela mettrait en péril nos relations professionnelles et même personnelles ?

Je l'avais prévenu qu'il allait subir un siège en règle de la part de mes escorts, il avait oublié cela ? Que si je m'en doutais, cela voulait dire aussi que ce n'était pas de mon ressort mais qu'il était libre de vivre comme il le souhaitait.

Il tombe dans mes bras et 85Kg, c'est pas rien ! Il me dit que Jona et François sont des mecs vraiment bien, ce dont je ne doutais pas une seule seconde, que ce sont les seuls qui le font bander grave mais que ça l'effraie aussi.

Quand je lui dis qu'il aurait pu demander conseil à son frère, il me fait aussitôt jurer de ne rien lui dire.

Je le vois encore tourner autour du pot. Je sens bien qu'il n'en a pas fini. Nouveau silence puis il se lance. Il me dit qu'il est vierge coté cul et qu'il n'a jamais fait de pipe de sa vie. Il craint que sa première fois se passe mal et qu'il ne déçoive Jona et François.

Sous ses dehors de " grosse brute ", se cache un véritable mec sensible et prévenant. Ce dont je ne doutais pas vu son comportement avec Ludovic.

Je lui conseille de leur dire que ce sera sa première relation homosexuelle et de les laisser gérer. Je connais mes hommes, ils sauront faire en sorte qu'il en redemande !

Du coup il accepte l'apéro avant de rentrer chez lui.

Il profite du moment et que Ludovic ne soit pas là pour me parler de ses parents. Ludovic leur a tout déballé l'autre matin au petit déjeuner familial. Comme quoi il est homo, qu'il a rencontré un garçon qui lui plait (il n'a pas eu l'inconscience de dire deux garçons, un c'est déjà pas évident à faire passer), qu'il passera plusieurs nuits par semaine avec lui. Et que c'est comme ça que leur second fils est heureux.

Il me dit que ç'avait coupé court à toutes les discussions en cours. Le premier à avoir réagi est leur petit frère de 16ans qui lui a demandé qui c'était son mec, s'il le connaissait. Puis ses parents l'ont questionné pour savoir s'il était sérieux en leur disant ça. Devant l'assurance de leur fils ils ont dû convenir qu'il leur disait la vérité. Leur mère lui a dit que pour elle, ça ne changeait pas le fait qu'il était et resterait leur fils quelques choix qu'il fasse dans la vie mais que s'il pouvait éviter de virer mauvais garçon, cela la rassurerait quand même. Leur père les a surpris par le fait qu'il s'est inquiété du fait que le chemin de vie qu'il s'était choisi n'était pas simple et qu'il se mettait d'emblée des bâtons dans les roues.

Une fois la conversation terminée, Ils ont dit à Ludovic qu'ils souhaitaient rencontrer le jeune homme qui a fait craquer leur fils.

PH est plié en deux de rire. Il me dit que j'ai du pot que cela ne me soit pas arrivé avant. Mais le milieu d'où sont issus mes autres escorts n'est pas le même aussi.

Je demande si c'est indispensable. Côme me répond que si je veux pouvoir continuer à voir son frère et à l'héberger quelques soirs par semaine, j'avais plutôt intérêt à pointer mes fesses chez eux. J'essaye de refiler la corvée à PH. Il se défile et me dit que c'est mon choix que d'avoir placé Ludovic comme plus qu'un de mes simples escorts dans notre vie et donc que c'était à moi de m'y coller.

Pour m'encourager, Côme me dit qu'il sera présent ce soir là pour nous soutenir tous les deux.

Quand il est parti, j'appelle Jona et lui fais part de notre conversation pour Côme bien sûr. Il me dit qu'il lui avait déjà dit tout cela mais que Côme ne les croyait pas. Je lui dis juste de faire attention que c'est un puceau avec les mecs. Quand il me répond de ne pas m'en faire et qu'ils s'en doutaient avec François, je sais que je peux avoir confiance, je leur laisse bien ma mère après tout !

Rencontre des parents de Ludovic et Côme.

Je suis invité à l'apéritif le vendredi soir qui suit notre conversation. Je me change au moins trois fois avant d'y aller. PH est plié de rire de voir mon comportement. Il me dit que je n'avais pas autant stressé quand j'avais rencontré les siens. Je lui dis que j'étais jeune et inconscient à l'époque (il y a 3 ans déjà).

Finalement je reste en Jeans (de marque) et passe un blazer par-dessus un polo à manches longues. Style détendu mais classe, ce que j'imagine devoir convenir dans le milieu rural évolué. Je prends la 300C moins m'as-tu vu que la SLS.

Quand j'arrive, Ludovic est dehors avant que je ne mette un pied sur le sol. Il m'embrasse sur la bouche et me dit qu'il avait négocié ça avec ses parents. Je le remercie, c'est moins brutal comme contact. Il ajoute de ne pas faire attention à son petit frère qui est d'une curiosité maladive envers moi et me dit que Côme est là.

Je le suis, pénètre dans une entrée où trône une tête de cerf impressionnante. Vaut mieux ne pas être WWF ici ! Je le suis jusqu'au salon. Ses parents se lèvent pour m'accueillir. Je prends la main de madame et me penche légèrement dessus. Celle de monsieur est ferme sans être conflictuelle. Côme me salut et le petit frère se permet de m'embrasser sur la joue pour la provoque je pense. Ce qui lui vaut un regard noir de son père.

Je n'en mène pas large et pourtant j'ai rencontré des personnes autrement plus importantes qu'eux, mais aucune dans ces circonstances. Intérieurement je maudis PH de ne pas avoir accepté la corvée. Le père me sert un Martini (faut garder les idées claires ce soir) alors qu'il prend un whisky bien tassé.

La conversation est neutre, études, famille. Madame me demande si je suis de la famille d'Emma X. Je confirme que c'est ma mère. Elle manque de s'étouffer vu notre différence d'âge (entre ma mère et moi). J'ajoute rapidement qu'elle m'a adopté quand mes propres parents sont décédés. Excuses de sa part, je minimise l'impact. Mais j'ai l'impression que ça me rends plus " sympathique ". Le père entre dans le vif du sujet. Il me dit qu'il me trouve gentil mais que nous sommes jeunes, surtout Ludovic. Ludo se récrie que ce n'est pas une raison pour ne pas savoir reconnaitre les sentiments quand ils se développent entre deux êtres. J'ajoute qu'effectivement nous le sommes mais que c'est aussi le moment des expériences, des essais pour savoir nos véritables natures. Que je suis conscient que Ludovic pourrait me quitter d'ici quelques temps même si ce n'est pas ce que je souhaite. J'accepte le défi. Il me répond que ce n'est pas un jeu. J'ai loupé !! J'argumente sur le fait que je suis là pour son fils parce qu'il me plait énormément, que j'ai de forts sentiments pour lui et que c'est réciproque. C'est pas évident de se dévoiler comme ça devant des inconnus !! Surtout quand le petit dernier sort " ils sont amoureux ". Ce qui lui vaut d'être éjecté de la salle.

Je rappelle que j'ai 25 ans et que je suis conscient du trouble que je provoque dans cette maison. J'ajoute que si cela n'avait pas été moi, cela aurait été un autre, la nature de leur fils n'étant pas de leur ramener une gentille jeune fille.

Côme entre dans la conversation. Il dit à son père qu'il connaissait les penchants de son frère depuis leurs apparitions et qu'il ne l'avait encore jamais vu aussi épanoui et heureux que depuis qu'il me connaissait. Il doit avoir l'oreille du père car cela clos la discussion. Elle repart sur des banalités jusqu'à ce que la mère m'invite à diner. Côme me fait un signe d'accepter et je m'excuse pour m'isoler et appeler PH. Bref résumé, il me dit qu'il dinera seul que ce n'est pas un souci qu'il a pas mal de travaille. Je l'aime ce mec !

Au diner le petit dernier est de retour mais il a dû être briefé car il se retient de sortir des vannes vaseuses. Dans la discussion, quand le père apprend que je suis déjà dans le conseil d'administration des sociétés de ma mère, cela me pose. Et du coup quand Ludovic demande plus de liberté quant au fait de découcher du nid familial, il obtient satisfaction sous conditions qu'il réussisse tous ses partiels. J'assure qu'étant moi-même encore en 4ème année d'école de commerce, je veillerai à ce qu'il ne les loupe pas.

Quand je les quitte, on ne se tape pas dans le dos (c'est pas le genre) mais il règne entre nous une entente cordiale. Malheureusement Ludovic ne me suis pas !!

Il sera avec nous le soir suivant. Racontant à sa façon le diner de la veille à PH. Là, je m'aperçois qu'il a beaucoup d'humour.

La rencontre avec Marc s'est passée idéalement. Mon mec a craqué devant son physique et Ludo s'est adapté avec un naturel suspect. Je saurais plus tard qu'il avait cuisiné PH pour ne pas faire d'impairs avec Marc.

Notre première nuit à 4 s'est terminée au matin, tous morts de fatigue et les couilles sèches. Heureusement qu'on était un vendredi soir ! Je crois bien que Ludovic s'est fait enculer par chacun d'entre nous et qu'il nous a tous pompé au moins une fois. Après sa prestation, les 22x6 de Marc ne lui ont pas posés de problème. Nous n'avons jamais été deux couples cote à cote mais un quatuor en train de faire l'amour. Je me suis surpris à penser que Marc était même beaucoup plus doux avec Ludovic qu'il ne l'avait jamais été avec nous autres (PH, Ernesto et moi). Une nuit de folie où les caresses ont succédé à des enculages de folie, me rappelant par bien des aspects les retours d'Ernesto à la maison, quelques cm en moins mais la douceur en plus. J'ai adoré mon 69 avec Ludovic alors que Marc m'enculait et que PH faisait de même à mon partenaire. Tout comme lorsque c'était moi qui l'enculait alors qu'il se faisait celui de PH pompant Marc. Je pense qu'on a dû tous juter au moins 4 fois dans la nuit. Ce qui est sûr c'est qu'on n'a pas débandé pendant des heures.

Au déjeuner du lendemain (petit, déjeuner sauté), Marc me dira combien notre choix l'avait ravi. Encore plus que tous ceux que je lui avais ramené exception faite de PH et Ernesto bien sûr.

Jardinier

workers team

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innocent crowd

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propaganda material

[arnemoner]

Exposition “Café des Sports”.

[elinaline]

for the assumptions game

1. t'aimes les grenouilles, soit commes repas soit juste comme créatures

2. tu préfères le té au café

3. tu n'as jamais eu d'iphone

4. t'es célib (?👀)

5. tu ne fais pas de sport ou de gym

J'ai jamais mangé de grenouille mais

Effervescent little creature

2. Je bois sacrément plus souvent du café que du thé mais dans un contexte différent donc dur d'avoir une liste de preferences

3. Nique apple mdr

4. Oui

5. Je fais de la muscu littéralement tous les soirs depuis plus d'un an, et ça se voit pour les gens qui me connaissent, et j'ai fait de la danse classique intensivement pendant une décennie entière avant qu'on réalise que ça participait à me défoncer la gueule

[ticktockbuster]

GLASS JOE HEADCANNONS!!!

Let me explain before anyone thinks this is racist. Because we don't want that here, no!

In this little world, we have the WVBA, an association where you have to fight against stereotypical boxers from around the world. Before, these boxers were separated into three groups, the Minor Circuit, the Major Circuit, and the World Circuit, pretty much all of that changed after the new Italian-American boxer became the world's boxing champion, which encouraged the others to rise to the top just a little in order to prove themselves, while the rest just settled in to train and/or waited themselves to get their revenge. Now, all of our iconic boxers are in the World Circuit and are still living it up to it after Little Mac's retirement.

Everyone knows how each boxer is. All of them are all based on their stereotypical nationality (minus Mr. Sandman, even though the wiki has stereotypes of himself, is just not enough to be cartoony… except for the fact he destroyed a building with his bare hands. Like cheese and rice, dude chill). After reading the wiki, I thought of the idea that instead of the boxers being stereotypical, why not the background characters? I'm just adding that since I think it would make things more interesting and funny since I'm basing this on cartoon logic.

Glass Joe.

So let's start here. The first fighter we meet is a guy named Glass Joe, a french boxer straight from the city of Paris

The French don't like fighting.

For Glass Joe, it seems like he doesn't mind boxing. I think what it is implying here is that the French do not like hurting anyone or have a grudge against anybody. This mostly involves outside of the ring. If some random guy wanted to pick a fight with him for no absolute reason, he'd probably decline and try to settle things like a mature adult (if he's brave enough). And boxing? It's different, since you're not punching to cause harm to anyone, you're fighting because it's a part of the sport, and as long as his opponent is playing by the sport and doesn't mind getting damaged then he can carry on with the match.

The French love their own cuisine to an extreme level, often eating baguettes and croissants, and drinking coffee several times a day.

The French frequently visit the Eiffel Tower and Arc De Triomphe.

As the introduction slides go by, we see Glass Joe with a cup of coffee and baguettes along with the two famous landmarks of Paris behind him. He's proud of his nationality. Heck, his defeat ended with croissants and baguettes flying all over the ring. What's not more French about that.

The French are not skilled in what they do, but enjoy doing it anyway.

To make a point, he does seem to be well maintained at what he does despite him having about 100 losses. That 1 win in his boxing records is probably the one thing that gave him the determination to continue on.

(Fun Fact : Glass Joe's defeated Nick Bruiser. By accident. Like how the-).

The French are usually seen as cowardly and very weak.

Maybe he is. It all depends.

If he were in a bad situation, he would either stay quiet or be scared, but if it was really frightening, then he would panic, ALOT. (Sort of like shaggy from Scooby-Doo). But that doesn't mean he would hide in his house all day. his an independent man and goes out for important things to complete, also has appointments with his doctor to keep track of his health and if he's in a good mood, he will go to a nearby café and order his favorite. You guessed it, coffee and fresh French bread.

Glass Joe seems to be the guy who is clumsy at times but is also very cautious with his surroundings. He can also sometimes be critical to others. In Contender mode, the TV shows information about Little Mac and Glass Joe. You can see how he looks at Mac with some judgment in his eyes. He's probably thinking that boxing a teenager has to be absurd, but then again, we have magic and horseshoes and an islander with no proper information about himself whatsoever, and -

More surprisingly, he acts confident around Little Mac probably because he feels comfortable with him as his opponent. In Title Defense mode, he comes back with a more assertive attitude pretty much because of the helmet he was given. Little poised Frenchman. I would also like to add that when he gets angry, it wouldn't be all too intimidating, though it is enough to make you chuckle. Similar to how you'd Mickey Mouse angry. I'm pretty sure it sums it up. He would have enough courage to correct someone, but if it's to the wrong person, he will immediately regret it afterward, especially if the person appears to be stronger than him. The time he fears somebody is the way they present themselves, and if that person has all the red flags, then he's sure not getting near them. You can't be too sure people are friendly nowadays, and he makes sure to observe carefully. He observes people by their actions and their appearances whether they look tall and intimidating or are aggressive and violent or if they're just straight up spooky and just stare at you with empty eyes, he'll try to avoid them as much as he can, though he doesn't always succeeds as he keeps finding himself stuck in the place, and that would always result with him getting into a bit if a pickle, in other words, getting into the most chaotic of situations you could ever imagination. He feels safer back in his country, and being in America might not have been easy for him. Though he managed, he gathered up the courage to forge on, and he's determined to make his one dream come true and become the world's boxing champion!... somehow.

[rosetta-j-stone]

Sent this to my Slovenian colleague pretending it was indeed for him when really it was a reminder to myself to watch it later:

[carraways-son]

Mardi

Ciel gris, mais la couleur veut bien se montrer quand on l'en prie. Toulouse, je marche. Je viens de retomber par hasard sur cette citation de Thadée Klossowski de Rola (fils du peintre Balthus), tirée de "Vie rêvée", pas très intéressante mais qui m'a renvoyé à mes 17-18 ans, là, dans ce même café où, séchant les cours du sinistre lycée où l'on m'avait exilé, je venais en parfait imposteur me mêler au beau monde : (...) et puis une heure à Toulouse dans la nuit, terrasse du café Lafayette, place Wilson, quelques visages enfantins, jeunesse sérieuse, étudiante, à qui je prête une certaine violence des sentiments. D'accord pour le visage enfantin et la violence des sentiments, mais je n'étais alors ni sérieux ni étudiant. Peu après, je passerai de longues heures au Laf' à attendre F en faisant durer l'unique expresso que je pouvais m'offrir. Le Lafayette a depuis longtemps disparu, et avec lui les voitures de sport qui se garaient avec ostentation devant sa terrasse. Mais je n'ai rien oublié, et le ciel est resté gris toute la journée.

[jogallice]

0️⃣ La lettre d’infO

Sélection quotidienne à destination des réseaux sociaux et autres messageries instantanées en provenance directe de mon infolettre 📧

1️⃣ Les Journées, j’adOre

Aujourd’hui, samedi 05/10/24, 10e Journée nationale de la marche nordique 👟 et Journée mondiale des enseignantes et des enseignants 🧑‍🏫 Ou Journée mondiale des enseignant·es 😉

2️⃣ L’actu, point trop n’en faut

Les coulisses de la cuisine centrale toute la matinée. Visite des lieux par les cuisiniers, dégustation de produits confectionnés par la cuisine centrale, l’entrée est libre et gratuite ❤️

Le FC Annecy (7e avec 12 pts) recevait le Red Star FC (14e avec 7 pts) hier soir à 20h et s’est imposé 1-0 sur sa pelouse du Parc des Sports 💪 Trois points de plus au compteur pour cette 8e journée, sur 34, du championnat de France de Ligue 2 ⚽ Bravo les Rouges et Blancs 👏

Festi'Boudul aujourd’hui ou les 50 ans de la réserve naturelle du Bout du lac. Découverte des richesses de la nature à travers d'ateliers ludiques, scientifiques et créatifs, pour petits et grands. Partagez le gâteau d'anniversaire et dansez au bal des castors (déguisés si vous voulez) 🎂

Deuxième jour de la Fête de la science 2024 qui a lieu jusqu’au lundi 14/10/24. L’évènement est coordonné par la Turbine Sciences sur toute la Haute-Savoie. De multiples propositions dans l’agenda 🔬

Avant-dernier jour de la Vél'optimiste solidaire : 8e édition de cette randonnée itinérante mixte destinée aux personnes ayant eu des problèmes de santé ou atteintes d'un handicap. Un itinéraire à vélo entre Annecy, Chanaz, Sevrier et Sillingy ❤️

Sixième jour de la Semaine Bleue qui se déroule cette année du 30 septembre au 6 octobre 2024. L’évènement englobe la Journée internationale des personnes âgées (mardi) et la Journée nationale des aidant·es (dimanche) 🧓

Dernière ligne droite de la Semaine européenne du développement durable (SEDD) qui a lieu du 18 septembre au 8 octobre 2024 👍

3️⃣ L’agenda, l’agendalp pour les ancien·nes

🧺 Trois marchés le samedi à Annecy ➡️ Marché du boulevard Taine (alimentaire et produits divers) ⌚️ 7h-13h ➡️ Marché de Vieugy (marché alimentaire) ⌚️ 8h-12h ➡️ P'tit marché du Vieux Meythet (marché alimentaire) ⌚️ 8h30-12h30 🍴

👀 Dernier jour❗️Installation : Cavités habitées de Sarah Battaglia ➡️ Explorez la biodiversité visible et invisible au sein de cet espace refuge qu’est le cimetière (proposition artistique multi-matériaux) ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 05/10/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 7h30-20h 📍 Cimetière des Glaisins (rue de la Frasse) 🪦

⛵ Championnat régional : Voile radio commandée - DF 65 ➡️ Compétition sportive : Comme chaque année, le lac d'Annecy accueille cet évènement régional ℹ️ Jusqu’au lun. 07/10/24 🎫 0€ 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️9h-18h 📍 Club de voile (31 rue des Marquisats) 🌅

☕ Coup de cœur annécien : un lieu d’accueil et d’échange ouvert quatre fois par semaine et géré par des bénévoles  ℹ️ Boissons sans alcool, livres, jeux (café solidaire avec l’Ukraine) 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 9h30-15h 📍 Café du curé (6 quai de l’Évêché, vieille ville) ❤️

🖼️ Deuxième jour❗️ExpO : L'effet Matilda ➡️ Dans le cadre de la FDS, une exposition proposée par le CNRS, le Quai des savoirs et l’association Femmes & Sciences ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 26/10/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-12h & 13h30-17h 📍 Médiathèque Novel (7 bis rue Louis Armand) 👩‍🔬

🖼️ Troisième jour❗️ExpO collective : I say hi, You say low, You say why, I say I don’t know ➡️ Peintures, installations, vidéos et performances ℹ️ Jusqu’au mar. 03/12/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-12h & 14h-17h 📍 Le Mikado Espace d'art contemporain (place des Rhododendrons) ❤️

🖼️ ExpO : La nuit est encore debout c'est pour ça que je ne dors pas d'Annabelle Guetatra ➡️ Dessins aux fonds vaporeux travaillés au pastel sec ou à l’huile ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 23/11/24 🎫 Entrée libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-13h & 14h-18h 📍 Le Point Commun (12 avenue Auguste Renoir) 👩‍🎨

🖼️ Troisième jour❗️ExpO : Rouge ➡️ Le travail de Marcel Savy oscille entre le figuratif et une abstraction guidée, lui permettant d’aller à l’essentiel tout en laissant place au rêve dans ses toiles ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 16/11/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-17h 📍 Artekné (Centre Bonlieu) 👨‍🎨

ExpO BibliO : Carnets de voyages d'une famille annécienne à la Belle Époque ℹ️ Rédigés entre 1883 et 1912, ornés de photos et dessins, voyage panorama de l'Europe avec Annecy comme pied à terre 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 10h-18h 📍 Médiathèque Bonlieu (Centre Bonlieu) ❤️ 

🎭 3 Petites fugues mathématiques (Chiendent Théâtre) ➡️ Entre histoires réelles et fictives, ce spectacle joue autant avec les maths qu’avec le public ℹ️ Dès 11 ans (spécial famille avec enfants) ⏱️ 50 min 🎫 0€ 🎟️ Sur réservation 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 11h & 17h 📍 Médiathèque la Turbine (place Chorus) 🧮

🖼️ ExpO : Au fil de la nature - Émotions et créations ➡️ Découvrez l'univers captivant de Hayat Chebah, où la nature prend vie à travers des sculptures et œuvres plastiques uniques en matériaux recyclés ℹ️ Jusqu’au ven. 18/10/24 🎫 Entrée libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 13h-18h 📍 Forum Exposition Bonlieu 👨‍🎨

🖼️ Première semaine❗️ExpO : Les Temps changent ➡️ Lauréats de la commande nationale d'estampes initiée par le Centre National des Arts Plastiques (CNAP) en partenariat avec l'Association de développement et de recherche sur les artothèques (ADRA) ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 30/11/24  🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10//24 ⌚️ 10h-12h & 14h-18h 📍 Mairie déléguée d'Annecy-le-Vieux (Place Gabriel Fauré) 🎨

🧒  ExpO : Illusions, quand notre cerveau nous joue des tours ➡️ Plus d’une trentaine de dispositifs interactifs ℹ️ L’enfant doit être accompagné d'un adulte (inscrit lui aussi) 🎫 5€, 3€ & 0€ (- de 12 ans) 🎟️ Réservation en ligne 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-16h & 16h-18h 📍 La Turbine sciences (Place Chorus) 🧠

🖼️ Avant-dernière semaine❗️ExpO : Anima, quand le dessin s'anime ➡️ Visites commentées à 14h30 & 16h30, tarif inclus dans le billet d'entrée  ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 12/10/24 🎫 3€ & 0€ (-18 ans, étudiants -25 ans) 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-18h 📍 La FabriC, Fondation Salomon (34 av. de Loverchy) 🎨

🖼️ ExpO : Imagined Landscapes de Yang Yongliang ➡️ Artiste shanghaïen inspiré par la peinture traditionnelle chinoise le Shanshui ℹ️ Jusqu’au dim. 15/12/24 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 14h-19h 📍 L’Abbaye (15 bis chemin de l'Abbaye) 👨‍🎨

🗣 Visite commentée❗️ExpO : La nuit est encore debout c'est pour ça que je ne dors pas ➡️ Laissez-vous porter, une médiatrice vous accompagne et vous livre les clés de l'exposition d'Annabelle Guetatra  ℹ️ Jusqu’au sam. 23/11/24 ⏱️ 1h 🎫 0€ 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 14h30 📍 Le Point Commun (12 avenue Auguste Renoir) 😍

🧒 Spécial adolescent·es : 14 ateliers numériques sur la programmation, les défis robotiques et la création numérique ℹ️ Des ateliers accessibles dès 5 ans sont proposés par les médiateurs numériques 🎫 5€ & 3€ 🎟️ Réservation en ligne 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 14h30-15h30 & 16h-17h 📍 La Turbine sciences (Place Chorus) 🤖

🗣 Visite commentée❗️ExpO : Imagined Landscapes de Yang Yongliang ➡️ Visite commentée, gratuite et sans réservation, de l'exposition par une médiatrice d'Imagespassages ℹ️ Jusqu’au dim. 15/12/24 🎫 0€ 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 15h 📍 L’Abbaye (15 bis chemin de l'Abbaye) 😍

👟 Octobre Rose : 24h ensemble contre le cancer ➡️ Venez ramer contre le cancer sur les machines pendant 24h en relais. De 8h à 10h, petit déjeuner et baignez-vous déguisé, à 11h yoga et à 15h Zumba ℹ️ Buvette et petite restauration. Jusqu’au sam. 05/10/24 🎫 0€ 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 8h-18h 📍 Grand Annecy (Aviron de Sevrier, 429 route des Mongets, Sevrier) 🩷

🩰 Danse : L’Oeil nu - Maud Blandel ➡️ Quelles traces la déflagration imprime-t-elle dans nos mémoires ? Après l’explosion de l’étoile, que deviennent les pulsars, nés de l’accident ? ⏱️ 1h 🎫 14-29€ (adu.) & 10€ (enf.) 📆 Ven 04/10/24 ⌚️ 19h📍 Bonlieu Scène nationale (Grande salle) 💃

🎭 Spectacle : Entrez dans la transe ➡️ Pour son troisième spectacle en solo, invitation de Karine Lyachenko à découvrir l'Hypnose qui fait du bien, celle qui réveille ℹ️ Vu au festival d'Avignon 2024 🎫 18€, 16€ (+65 ans) & 12€ (enf. jusqu'à 12 ans) 📆 Sam. 05/10/24 ⌚️ 20h30 📍 Théâtre Les Têtes de l'Art (36 avenue de Chambéry) 😵‍💫

4️⃣ La météO (pour celles et ceux qui veulent vivre)

Indices ATMO : les conditions météorologiques devraient peu évoluer et rester favorables au maintien d'une qualité de l'air moyenne sur la quasi-totalité de la région 🌡 Les vallées alpines de l'Est de la région devraient conserver une bonne qualité de l'air 💨

Dans la cité lacustre et ailleurs, au niveau de vos déplacements, privilégiez vélo, trottinette, marche à pied, etc. et au niveau de vos activités physiques, privilégiez les parcs, les zones piétonnes et les rues peu circulantes pour vos activités de plein air 🌬️

L’indice de risque pollinique à Annecy est nul (niveau 0) ➡️ Ambroisies, armoise, cupressacées, graminées, saule, autre : niveaux 0 ➡️ Indice communal valable du 28/09 au vendredi 11/10/2024 inclus 🤧

Personnes allergiques : fumer irrite vos muqueuses fragilisées par les pollens 😷

5️⃣ Les dictons (maximes et autres proverbes)

Deux dictons du jour, un acheté, un offert (pour la petite histoire, cette pratique est désormais illégale) : « De sainte Fleur souvent la gelée, est la première de l’année. » 🥶 « Quand arrive la sainte Fleur, pour aller au verger ce n’est plus l’heure. » ⌚

Et trois autres dictons du jour pour la route : « Le colchique d’automne fleurit, le raisin mûrit. » 🍇 « Octobre au coin du feu, fait venir le feu. » 🔥et « Quand trop fleurit la bruyère, c’est le signe d’un rude hiver. » 🧐

Pour celles et ceux qui aiment les pelisses : « Vent d’octobre lisse les pelisses. » et « Vent d’octobre, ta pelisse il faut que tu sortes. » 🌬️

Pour celles et ceux qui aiment labourer : « En octobre, qui est fou ne laboure pas par temps mou. » et « Qui laboure au mouillé ne laboure qu’à moitié. » 🧑‍🌾

6️⃣ Les fêtes (rigolO est le calendrier)

Je vous souhaite une très bonne journée annécienne et un excellent automne à Annecy, dans les 33 autres communes du Grand Annecy, en Savoie ou ailleurs 🍂

Bon sixième jour de la semaine à tous et à toutes 🌁

Bonne fête aux Fleur et demain aux Bruno 😘

9️⃣ L’ours (nette préférence pour le dahu)

Par JamesO (Presse & Édition)

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