#m; malena

[devianttxrts]

malena laughed, knowing full well she wouldn't call six out on her smugness, not when she'd proved she had a right to be cocky. "don't forget your dazzling personality, which comes just after your strap." truthfully, it might even come a little before it, but she was going for teasing, not flattery. time seemed to fly by for the rest of the ride - which she was grateful for, since the opposite tended to happen in situations like this. in no time at all, they'd made it up the elevator and through the front door. the anticipation that had been building since the moment the car doors had first shut behind them, at least for her, had started manifesting physically and malena could feel the thrum of it prickling beneath her skin as she waited for the other woman to lock the door. she hadn't bothered venturing too far, instead taking in the surroundings she could see that had quickly become familiar. an appreciative hum accompanied a soft little sigh when she felt six behind her. "love the hospitality." she exhaled, tilting her head so her lips had a bigger expanse of skin to work on. "but god, no."

"yeah, think it's something to do with my pretty face first, though. and then my strap, in that order." six replied smugly, speeding up a little as she encountered an empty road. she drove like a menace at the best of times but a lull of quiet fell over them as she raced them back to her apartment. when they pulled into the parking garage, she wasted little time opening malena's door for her and leading her up the elevator to her loft apartment. sometimes she still felt like a scrappy little thing despite the nice things she had, all paid for by her deviant lifestyle. crime paid well, even if some people thought the risk was too high. helped to work with the guy who had the police and the mayor in his pocket. locking the door behind her, she immediately began to crowd malena's space, appearing behind her to take her waist and press kisses into her neck. "do i have to feed you before i fuck you?" she murmured between kisses, impatient as ever.

[alfaire]

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[lxclerc]

𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 — 𝐚𝐚𝟐𝟑

summary… the leclerc twins have a reputation of messing with drivers and they’ve got their eyes set on poor alex albon request… yes. pls let me sleep laura faceclaim… char argyrou pairing… alex albon x leclerc!reader

note… because laura graduated and got her driver’s license, i caved @coffeehurricanes

note again… this was surprisingly really fun to write as someone with my own annoying twin brother so it ended up longer than i meant it to which means this will have a part 2

part 1 | part 2

masterlist

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc serving cunt (as always) (with my 3 fav minions)

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username yn casually and unknowingly dropping alex thirst traps

⤷ username she knows she’s feeding the alex girlies

charles_leclerc charles erasure

⤷ yn_leclerc you know youre my most fav (you have the most money)

⤷ charles_leclerc gee thanks

alex_albon i thought you’d put slime on my hair

⤷ yn_leclerc i told you i wouldn’t. i was trying to style your hair 🙄🙄🙄

⤷ alex_albon i have 0 trust in you

⤷ username alex is waiting for that mega prank like the rest of us are

⤷ username i’m fully convinced they’d make alex cry worse than lando

⤷ landonorris it was one time and they ruined my limited edition louis vuitton

⤷ yn_leclerc *accidentally*

⤷ charles_leclerc that i paid for

arthur_leclerc hanging out without me now

⤷ yn_leclerc you were too busy crying abt having no seat for next season 🤗

⤷ username one thing about yn is that she’ll always give her brothers the painful unfiltered truth

username ok but not enough people are talking abt shirtless alex

⤷ username no bc picture me this; shirtless alex, they’re alone and she’s fixing his hair

⤷ username …that does sound oddly intimate

⤷ username yall are tripping. she and arthur did the same thing to oscar and max remember, became super close with them then pranked them when they least expected it

⤷ username yes but also it’s been literal months with alex

⤷ username that just means that the prank will be spectacular

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc we are in badly need of your prayers for my twin sister, y/n 😓😞🙏

she’s fine. she’s just so insanely down bad for a man that she can’t say it to his face and needs me to follow them around so she can hang out with him bc she can’t look him in the eye.

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leclerc_pascale ay, arthur! J'ai eu peur pour ta sœur ! (you had me scared for your sister!)

⤷ arthur_leclerc Tu devrais avoir peur, maman ! Elle pleure cet homme tous les soirs et il ne sait même pas qu'elle l'aime. (you should be scared, mom! she cries over this man every night and he doesn’t even know she likes him)

⤷ yn_leclerc Taisez-vous ! !! fermez votre bouche ! arrêtez de parler ! (shut up!!! keep your mouth shut! stop talking!)

yn_leclerc you’re dead to me 🙂

yn_leclerc 🖕🖕🖕

yn_leclerc j'aurais dû te manger dans le ventre de ta mère (i should have eaten you in the womb)

yn_leclerc you no longer have a sister

⤷ arthur_leclerc Comment faire autrement pour flirter avec **** ? (how else will you flirt with ****?)

⤷ yn_leclerc TAISEZ-VOUS !!! (SHUT UP!!!)

charles_leclerc a man, huh?

⤷ lorenzotl 🤔🤔🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ username she gives no fucks 😭

username what are brothers for if not to publicly humiliate you?

username she’s so me coded actually

alex_albon prayers 🙏

⤷ arthur_leclerc thanks, mate. we appreciate it

alexandrasaintmleux and if i speak

⤷ yn_leclerc alexandra malena saint mleux don’t you dare

⤷ charles_leclerc you know too???

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🤐🤐🤐

username she’s like me bless

username for a M*N??

alex_albon

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alex_albon was just trying to buy midnight snacks and then we got lost

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yn_leclerc we didn’t get lost bc i had a map 😁

⤷ alex_albon that you didn’t know how to use

⤷ yn_leclerc you weren’t exactly offering your map reading knowledge either, albono

⤷ alex_albon watching you struggle was adorable

⤷ username HE CALLED HER ADORABLE

⤷ username idc what anyone says, i am an ynalex truther

arthur_leclerc i was there too, guys

⤷ yn_leclerc you complained the entire time

⤷ arthur_leclerc because you woke me up to accompany you guys

charles_leclerc why is there a puddle on the floor?

⤷ yn_leclerc alex dropped one of the ten liters big water bottle

⤷ alex_albon lies. y/n dropped it and i had to say i did because she looked like she’s about to start crying.

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah, that sounds like my sister

username alex, don’t trust them or else they’ll make you cry like they did lando

⤷ username we’re looking out for you 😭

georgerussell63 mate, don’t be getting comfortable with those two

⤷ yn_leclerc slander

⤷ arthur_leclerc fake

⤷ georgerussell63 you put a rat in my cereal

⤷ arthur_leclerc *plastic* rat

⤷ georgerussell63 i dropped and cracked my phone

⤷ yn_leclerc sounds like you were being clumsy 💁‍♀️

username george is forever traumatised by that rat

username hear me out 👀

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc thirst trapping bc posting on my close friend that only has him in it isn’t enough apparently

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username she is so me!!!

username doesn’t matter how famous or pretty you are, you’ll always have an instagram close friends with only him in it

logansargeant i saw your close friends story on ****’s phone a few days ago 🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc why were you looking over his phone you muppet?

⤷ logansargeant i just happened to glance by

⤷ username it’s alex. i’m fucking telling you all. ITS ALEX

⤷ username there’s literally no way it’s not alex

⤷ username it could be oscar

⤷ username bitch since when was o s c a r four letters?

⤷ username jack is four letters. they could be trying to throw us off

⤷ username JUST ACCEPT THAT ITS ALEX

charles_leclerc put a shirt on

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc 😡😡😡

⤷ username she’s always so unserious when it comes to charles lmao

arthur_leclerc abt to bleach my eyes brb

⤷ lorenzotl pass it over after

⤷ charles_leclerc pass it here too

⤷ yn_leclerc i could build a castle out of all the bricks they throw at me 💁‍♀️

username those leclerc genes are leclercing

username girl get the hell up 😭😭

charles_leclerc added to his story!

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc in the 1500s off in a foreign land, i was forced to marry another man (he can’t take the hint that i’ve been in love with him for years now)

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username whoever he is, please just ask her out already 😭

username girl, i’ve said this before but for the love of god get the hell up!!! you are better than this!

⤷ yn_leclerc i fear i’m not, bff 😔

⤷ username man down 😓

logansargeant i’m telling you rn that he’s as in love with you!

⤷ yn_leclerc did he tell you that 🤨

⤷ logansargeant no but he wouldn’t have put up with for this long if he doesn’t

⤷ yn_leclerc he’s put up with you for an entire year

⤷ logansargeant yes but he’s paid to put up with me

⤷ username this is all the confirmation that i need. it’s alex

username take the goddamn hint already @alex_albon

charles_leclerc WHO IS IT

⤷ lorenzotl it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?

⤷ charles_leclerc okay but whoooooo

⤷ username charles is worse than alex 😭

arthur_leclerc this is getting pathetic. @alex_albon it’s you mate. she likes you, you like her. kiss it out 🙄

⤷ yn_leclerc ARTHURRRRRRRRR

⤷ username arthur 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ charles_leclerc WHAT?

username arthur starting chaos bc hes so tired of listening to y/n mope 😭

username arthur revealing y/n’s crush and publicly embarrassing her (again), charles being shocked not having a single clue and lorenzo not caring as much is peak brother behaviors in ways i cannot explain

username i fucking told yall its alex

landonorris mate dont leave a lady waiting @alex_albon

⤷ oscarpiastri yeahhh

⤷ yn_leclerc both of you shut the hell up before i replace your shampoo with nair

⤷ landonorris how would you even have access to my shampoo-

⤷ oscarpiastri don’t ask mate. she’s done it before to dennis in f3

username paging @alex_albon

username @alex_albon dont fucking fumble a bad bitch like her come on now

alex_albon oh?

⤷ yn_leclerc public announcement that y/n y/m/n leclerc has died in a ditch and cannot be contacted at this hour. or ever.

⤷ alex_albon i know where you live

⤷ yn_leclerc locking the doors and putting salt around the property as we speak

happy birthday and congratulations to my most loved laura. i love and adore you and i can’t wait to watch you be the woman that you’re always been capable of.

[interlagosgrl]

🎃 kinktober - day thirty-one: festa de halloween.

— aviso: muita safadeza. masturbação f e m!receiving, chupadinha no peito, oral m!receiving, sexo desprotegido, penetração vaginal, creampie.

— word count: 3,5K.

— notas: chegamos ao fim do nosso mês incrível. queria agradecer vocês por toda as interações e por todo o apoio durante esse tempo! foi um desafio, mas foi incrível para me dar um pouco da disciplina que eu precisava, hehe. nesse tempo ganhamos mais de 350 novos seguidores. sejam bem vindos! obrigada por tudo, galera.

a fantasia de vampira tinha sido uma ótima escolha para a noite. os seios estavam apertados no corset preto de couro e a bota de amarração que ia até além dos joelhos exibia um salto enorme, te deixando maior do que você já era. a mini saia cheia de babados dava o toque final, além da boca cheia de sangue e a maquiagem pesada.

a ideia da festa de Halloween tinha sido de Matías. infernizara o restante do grupo para que todos concordassem em se fantasiar e ficaram bêbados em plena quinta-feira, esquecendo de qualquer compromisso que tivessem na sexta. como você e os seus amigos eram irresponsáveis, tinham aceitado o convite de Recalt.

Felipe e Simón prometeram que a buscariam em casa para que pudessem ir juntos. você apreciava a ideia porque não pretendia dirigir uma vez que estivesse bêbada, além de odiar a ideia de pegar um carro de aplicativo com uma pessoa desconhecida. Hempe e Otaño, que dividiam um apartamento, sempre se ofereciam para serem seus motoristas particulares já que a sua casa ficava entre o caminho de praticamente todas as coisas.

"daaaale, mami. está re linda." Simón elogiou assim que você cruzou a portaria do prédio. você deu uma rodadinha, exibindo a fantasia enquanto os dois aplaudiam.

"doces ou travessuras?" indagou, retirando duas balinhas do vão dos seios, jogando uma para cada um.

"com você travessuras, sempre." Pipe deu uma piscadela, abrindo a porta de trás para que você entrasse.

Simón estava vestido de prisioneiro. trajava um macacão laranja, manchado de sangue aqui e ali para um maior efeito assustador, além de ter uma algema presa em um dos pulsos. Pipe estava de O Fantasma da Ópera, usando um terno de alfaiataria com uma máscara branca que tampava a metade do rosto. você não deixou de achar os dois uns gostosos, mas resolveu guardar aquela informação para si mesma.

uma vez na festa, você se admirou com o que Matías e Malena tinham feito no próprio apartamento. os móveis tinham sido retirados da sala e a decoração era assustadora, com manchas de sangue, manequins malucos e correntes de verdade espalhadas por todo o lugar.

"se dedicaram à essa festa, hein?" você elogiou assim que os encontrou no cômodo de luz azul. uma música alta tocava e você se perguntou como eles tinham feito para não atrair reclamações dos vizinhos.

"o Matías é inclinado para a arte do mal. ficou feliz igual pinto no lixo decorando a casa." Malena explicou, a olhando de cima a baixo com um sorriso no rosto. "como você está linda!"

não deixou de sorrir. todos que tinha visto até então tinham se dedicado muito às suas fantasias. Enzo estava vestido de palhaço, uma expressão triste pintada no rosto com roupas ensanguentadas para completar o look. Matías tinha decidido ir de Frankestein e era cômico como ele, tão pequenininho, fingia ser um monstro gigante e assustador. Esteban estava vestido de Psicopata Americano, a capa de chuva sobre o terno e a gravata vermelha. Pardella tinha ousado uma fantasia de Freddie Mercury e Della Corte estava vestido de Thomas Shelby. Blas decidira ir de Wybie do filme Coraline.

“eu tenho uma surpresa para vocês.” Matías anunciou na pequena roda de amigos, além dos outros convidados que estavam por lá. “eu e a Male tivemos a grande ideia de fazer um ponche especial. é só para quem gosta de travessura.”

Matías esfregou uma mão na outra, como um gênio do mal. deu uma piscadela para você e para o resto dos amigos antes de descobrir a bacia de ponche e colocar uma pilha de copos descartáveis ao lado. você, destemida, pegou um dos copos e o encheu com o líquido carmesim. levou até os lábios, sentindo um gostinho salgado misturado aos sabores frutados e alcóolicos. decidiu dar de ombros e beber um pouco mais, para que a noite finalmente começasse.

começou a dançar com as amigas na pista de dança improvisada na sala de estar. Malena agarrou a sua cintura enquanto vocês dançavam reggaeton, cantando à plenos pulmões. não demorou para que Matías se juntasse a brincadeira, abraçando vocês duas enquanto gritava a letra de alguma música de Chencho Corleone. seu corpo começou a esquentar no meio do ato. agradeceu por estar tão despida, senão, já estaria suando há muito tempo. seu peito se enchia em uma alegria incabível, o coração cheio de amor pelos os amigos. cada vez que olhava para o rosto de Male e Matías, sentia uma vontade irresistível de sorrir.

“acho que vocês duas deveriam se beijar.” Matías incentivou, arrancando uma risada de vocês duas. você concordou, segurando o rosto da namorada do argentino para que pudesse depositar um selar terno nos lábios macios cheios de batom. suas mãos tremiam, embora o restante do corpo parecia estar firme. “agora eu acho que vocês deviam me beijar.”

não era a primeira vez que aquilo acontecia. quando se andava muito com o mesmo grupo de amigos, acontecia de vez ou outra você ficar com algum deles. você só se surpreendia de como tinha sido rápido daquela vez. fazia apenas uma hora desde que você tinha chegado. geralmente, levava um tempo maior para que vocês aceitassem que a noite se resumiria em ficar com alguém da própria rodinha. mas, ali estava Matías sorrindo para você com seu sorriso diabólico.

Malena empurrou a sua cabeça em direção a de Matías, fazendo com que seus lábios se tocassem. o corpo de Matías estava tão quente quanto o seu. o braço dele que antes te abraçava estava ao redor da cintura, a mão livre procurando por sua bunda debaixo da minissaia. a língua rápida e firme de Recalt desbravou o interior da sua boca, arrancando o ar dos seus pulmões. o interior das suas coxas queimou em calor, a calcinha pesando pela umidade logo em seguida. quando o argentino a largou para que pudesse beijar, também, a própria namorada, você sentiu a cabeça tontear.

resolveu pegar um pouco mais de ponche para beber, encontrando Simón e Pipe perto da mesa, rindo de alguma piada que ambos compartilhavam. sorriram ainda mais largo ao te ver, reiterando o quão bonita você estava. pareciam bêbados assim como você e o restante da festa.

“que tinta verde é essa na sua cara?” Simón apontou para o redor da sua boca.

“trombei com o Matías.” você mentiu, pegando um dos guardanapos da mesa para limpar a tinta verde do rosto. “saiu?”

“trombou e caiu na boca dele, né?” Pipe riu. “não saiu. tu ‘tá parecendo a She Hulk.”

um biquinho de chateação se formou na sua boca, sabendo que você provavelmente teria que esfregar o rosto para tirar aquilo dali. anunciou que iria ao banheiro para se limpar e os dois meninos se prontificaram em ir junto de você. não sabia o porquê de estar com o julgamento tão afetado, mas, na hora, você não achou nada de errado com a ideia.

uma vez no banheiro, Pipe molhou a toalha de rosto na pia, limpando o seu rosto com cuidado. Você o ajudou enquanto encarava o próprio reflexo no espelho, tentando minimizar os efeitos da bagunça que estavam fazendo. enquanto você se debruçava pela pia, Simón observava a sua calcinha aparecendo por debaixo da saia curta que você usava. o corpo aqueceu de imediato, o membro enrijecendo rapidamente com aquela visão. deu um cutucão em Felipe, mostrando o que via para que ele pudesse ver também. o rosto de Felipe, que já tinha perdido a máscara há muito, enrubesceu.

“Felipe, saiu?” você indagou, olhando cada lado do rosto no espelho.

“tô.” Otaño respondeu, perdido nas curvas da sua bunda e da sua coxa.

“tô o que?” você ergueu uma das sobrancelhas, confusa. quando olhou pelo espelho para os dois idiotas atrás de você, ambos encaravam a sua bunda. “que porra é essa?”

“foi mal, nena. é que ‘cê tá tão gostosa.” Simón sorriu, dando de ombros. suas pernas estremeceram com o elogio, a sensação de calor e peito cheio de carinho voltando a nascer em você. tentou se controlar. nunca havia ficado com mais de um amigo em um mesmo dia.

“gostosa é pouco.” Felipe concordou, ainda olhando para a sua bunda. “tá divina.”

decidiu que o rosto estava perfeito, virando de frente para os dois meninos para que eles parassem de olhar para o seu corpo daquele jeito. sabia que se fosse muito elogiada, acabaria cedendo. estava num estado hipersensibilizado e qualquer mero olhar a deixava acesa como um pisca-pisca.

“melhor a gente voltar, né?” você consertou o corset, o que serviu apenas para atrair mais olhares para si mesma. quando reparou melhor, percebeu que conseguia ver o membro de Simón enrijecido atrás do macacão. o tecido não era dos mais grossos e você presumiu que, além da cueca, ele não usava mais nada.

“sem um beijinho?” Hempe fez um biquinho, fazendo suas bochechas esquentarem.

“se ele ganhar, eu também quero.” Pipe afrouxou alguns dos botões da camisa social, o calor o fazendo querer subir pelas paredes.

ambos estavam na frente da porta. você sabia que eles não impediriam a sua saída, mas uma coisa dentro de si a fazia querer cumprir o desejo de ambos. o calor voltava a subir pelas coxas, aquela sensação gostosa de tesão no baixo ventre a puxando como um ímã para os dois. você se colocou entre os corpos de Simón e Pipe, entrelaçando os braços ao redor do pescoço de Hempe para deixar um selar demorado nos lábios dele. Felipe agarrou a sua cintura, roçando a própria pelve na sua bunda. apesar de não estar tão nítido quanto Simón, ele também estava duro. o membro roçou de um lado para o outro nas suas nádegas antes que Otaño decidisse que precisava de mais. você nem teve tempo para aproveitar o beijo lento e gostoso de Simón antes de ter a sua entrada invadida por dois dedos.

uma exclamação escapou dos seus lábios entre o beijo. Simón se separou de si para poder ver o que estava acontecendo, abrindo um sorriso largo ao ver o quão facilmente você tinha sido dominada. no milésimo de segundo que o argentino largou a sua boca, Pipe aproveitou para que fosse a vez dele de tomar os seus lábios em um beijo caloroso. os dedos dele deslizavam pelas suas paredes com facilidade devido a sua lubrificação. estava tão molhada que fazia Otaño pulsar em desespero na sua própria calça.

Simón, por outro lado, apreciava as coisas com calma. puxou o seu corset para baixo, exibindo os mamilos rijos dos seus seios. agarrou ambos com as duas mãos, apertando, brincando um pouco com eles antes de colocar um deles na boca. você gemeu de novo, derretendo mais um pouco nos dedos de Pipe enquanto a língua e a boca quentinha de Simón faziam maravilhas ao chupar e mordiscar os seus mamilos.

tinha decidido que daria para os dois ali mesmo quando uma batida na porta a retirou dos seus pensamentos. envergonhada, você empurrou Felipe e Simón para longe. ajeitou o corset rapidamente e a calcinha que tinha sido puxada para o lado, abrindo a porta do banheiro e saindo em disparada. não viu nem mesmo quem é que estava esperando para poder utilizar o lavabo.

decidiu que iria para a varanda fumar um cigarro e controlar todas as emoções que sentira naquele meio tempo. o ar fresco fez bem para o seu corpo que parecia estar em chamas. quando lembrou que a bolsa estava dentro do apartamento, se desanimou um pouquinho. mas, como se tivesse sido abençoada, encontrou Pardella e Enzo fumando em um cantinho escuro da varanda. você se autoconvidou para a rodinha, sorrindo assim que Agustín lhe ofereceu o cigarro.

“está linda hoje, hein?” ele a elogiou, fazendo você sorrir.

“eu adorei a sua fantasia.” você rebateu, encarando Enzo logo em seguida. “e a sua.”

Enzo ergueu o copo de ponche que bebia em agradecimento. conversaram mais um pouquinho sobre assuntos amenos enquanto a sua pressão arterial ia diminuindo, fazendo o calor ir embora em ondas. vez ou outra, Felipe, Matías e Simón ainda cruzavam a sua cabeça e faziam você estremecer.

“tá com frio?” Enzo indagou, curioso. você negou com a cabeça, mas o uruguaio insistiu para que vocês entrassem. justificou que Matías e Male não se importavam quando vocês fumavam dentro do quarto deles e os arrastou para lá, onde tudo estava mais calmo.

você agradeceu pela calmaria, retirando as botas dos pés que já doíam por terem sido apertados. ali dentro, com o cheiro do tabaco e com os efeitos da nicotina, você conseguiu se acalmar. se sentou na cama macia, encarando o teto.

“ainda estou embasbaco como você está linda.” Agustín a elogiou mais uma vez. você sorriu, um pouco bobinha.

“cê quer dar, cê fala.” você brincou, arrancando gargalhadas dos homens mais velhos. Gostava de ficar ao redor de Enzo e Agustín. eles não eram tão desesperados quanto o restante dos meninos, eram mais centrados, educados, mais sutis. embora naquele momento Agustín não apresentasse sutileza nenhuma em encará-la.

“eu gostaria do contrário, na verdade.” ele deu de ombros, dando um gole no seu copo plástico. “acho que de todos os amigos, nós dois somos os únicos que ainda não tivemos o prazer da sua companhia.”

Pardella apontou para ele e Enzo, que concordou. aquilo era uma mentira, claro. você também não tinha ficado com Kuku ou Della Corte, mas entendeu que Agustín queria enfatizar o seu sofrimento por você não ter dado moral para ele. era um ator, é claro. tinha que dramatizar as suas falas.

“bom, agora vocês estão tendo.” você balançou os pés, sedutoramente. já tinha aceitado que qualquer interação naquela noite resultaria naquela descarga de tesão que percorria o seu corpo, arrepiando a pele e eriçando os pelos em todos os lugares.

“isso significa o que eu acho que significa?” Enzo ergueu uma das sobrancelhas. tinha sentido os efeitos, também. o corpo estava a flor da pele. o seu cheiro, sua aparência, tudo servia para que ele a desejasse de uma maneira nunca vista antes.

você os chamou, utilizando o indicador. Agustín foi o primeiro a se sentar do seu lado, deixando o copo de lado. Enzo veio logo em seguida, sentando no lado contrário. ambos colocaram as mãos sobre a sua coxa, acariciando a pele desnuda e quente.

suas mãos viajaram para o cós da calça dos dois. não estava com mais tempo para beijinhos e provocações. já tinha tido todas as preliminares necessárias para aquele momento, então apenas puxou ambos os membros para fora. o de Enzo era grande e grosso, o de Agustín era menor, mas não ficava para trás em quesito de diâmetro. você sorriu, satisfeita.

a destra e a canhota começaram a trabalhar, o pulso realizando um movimento circular enquanto você subia e descia. ambos os homens gemeram em resposta, as cabeças encontrando a curvatura do seu pescoço. Agustín descontou o prazer dele em mordidas e chupões, enquanto Enzo, mais educado e polido, deixou beijinhos e optou por gemer baixo no seu ouvido.

“porra, você é tão boa nisso.” o uruguaio elogiou, colocando a mão dele sobre a sua. ele guiou os seus movimentos, mostrando para você todos os jeitos que ele gostava. Agustín tomou a mesma iniciativa e você riu ao ver o quão eles eram diferentes. Enzo preferia um toque lento, mas vigoroso. Agustín gostava de um toque mais leve e célere.

suas mãos doíam no meio do ato, mas o tesão que movia o seu corpo foi o combustível para que você continuasse. Pardella e Vogrincic pareciam perdidos nos mesmos pensamentos, pois os gemidos tinham se tornado mais altos e necessitados. os corpos estremeciam, as coxas de ambos estavam trêmulas e vez ou outra eles se afastavam das suas mãos.

Pardella foi o primeiro a gozar, xingando uma enxurrada de palavrões enquanto capturava os seus lábios em um beijo raivoso e necessitado. Enzo veio logo em seguida, agarrando seu pescoço enquanto se derramava na sua mão.

“gracias, chiquita.” Agustín sorriu. “agora sei porque todos gostam tanto de você.”

depois de limpa, você resolveu terminar o cigarro com Agustín e Enzo, que agiram como se nada tivesse acontecido, como bons cavalheiros. conversaram por horas até que eles decidiram sair do quarto. você, exausta das emoções do dia, decidiu descansar um pouco mais na cama macia do casal anfitrião. estava quase pegando no sono quando algumas pessoas entraram no quarto.

“opa, perdão. Você estava dormindo?” era Esteban, acompanhado de Blas e Della Corte. tinham um baralho na mão, prontos para jogar alguma partida.

“não, não. podem entrar.” Você sorriu, se sentando na cama. “o que vão fazer?”

“jogar pôquer. quer?” Della Corte acendeu a luz, se sentando no chão com o restante dos amigos.

“eu não sei jogar pôquer...” você fez um beicinho. Della Corte sorriu.

“e vinte e um?”

“esse eu sei!” você se animou, se sentando ao chão junto deles.

“vamos jogar vinte e um, então.” ele concordou, colocando o bolo do baralho entre vocês quatro. “com uma condição, quem perder a rodada, tira uma peça de roupa.”

Blas riu, desacreditado. Esteban enrubesceu quase de imediato, embora também risse. Agustín, no entanto, te encarava ao dizer as palavras e você soube que ele estava fazendo de propósito. o que quer que fosse que Matías tinha jogado naquele maldito ponche, estava dando mais efeito do que provavelmente deveria. você, indômita, ergueu uma das sobrancelhas.

“eu topo.” olhou para Blas e para Esteban logo em seguida. “vocês também?”

depois que todos concordaram, vocês começaram a jogar. na primeira rodada, Blas tinha perdido, o que fez com que ele abandonasse o casaco enorme que usava para a sua fantasia. Agustín ainda a encarava, como um predador esperando que a sua presa vacilasse. ele sabia que você não estava usando nada debaixo daquele corset e rezava para que você perdesse em alguma rodada. com sorte, o próprio Della Corte tinha sido o perdedor do segundo round, abandonando o colete que usava sobre a camisa social. na terceira rodada, você perdeu. um silêncio se instaurou, a tensão palpável. por pura sacanagem, você tirou as meias que usava.

“isso não vale.” Agustín apontou para você, rindo. você deu de ombros e o jogo recomeçou. Esteban finalmente perdeu, abandonando o blazer. o jogo seguiu até que caiu na sua vez de novo. insaciável pela adrenalina, você retirou a sua calcinha.

nenhum dos presentes ousou comentar, mas o fogo nos olhos de Della Corte crescia conforme as rodadas iam passando. Blas estava bêbado, se inclinando cada vez mais para perto de você. Esteban encarava as suas pernas vez ou outra, tentado a visualizar o seu sexo destampado.

“você perdeu, nena. o que vai ser agora?” Agustín indagou assim que você pediu por mais uma carta. com muito cuidado, desamarrou as cordas do corset e o retirou, deixando os seios à mostra.

“não sei vocês, mas eu não consigo jogar assim.” Esteban passou a mão pelos cabelos, encarando seus seios despudoradamente. você sorriu, vitoriosa.

“tem outro jogo que podemos jogar.” você deu de ombros. “inclui vocês três me fodendo, que tal?”

decidiu que tinha sido temperada por tempo o suficiente para não ser fodida naquela noite. e já que estava no inferno, decidiria sentar no colo do diabo. ou pelo menos, no de Agustín.

ele foi o primeiro a concordar com a ideia. não respondeu, apenas te segurou pelos cabelos e deixou um beijo nos seus lábios capaz de arrancar os seus lábios fora. te virou de costas, subindo a sua saia. rosnou baixinho ao ver a sua bucetinha, tão úmida que brilhava à luz do quarto. desabotoou a calça e, em segundos, estava com o membro na sua entrada. Esteban não ousou perder tempo, também desabotoando a calça. empurrou o membro para dentro da sua boca de imediato, segurando os seus cabelos com cuidado. Blas veio por último, colocando a sua destra ao redor do membro dele.

os movimentos entraram em harmonia em poucos segundos. quando Agustín a penetrou, um gemido baixo foi abafado pelo membro de Esteban. Della Corte era grande e não era gentil, socando cada centímetro do que tinha entre as suas paredes. você combinou as investidas do uruguaio com os movimentos de vai e vem da sua boca, permitindo que Esteban entrasse por completo em sua boca. o sentiu atingir a sua garganta, causando uma leve ânsia de tempo em tempo. Blas ajudava a guiar os seus movimentos, se convertendo em gemidos com a sua destra ágil.

os gemidos dos três homens eram como música. Agustín gemia pesadamente, necessitado. Blas era mais vocal, clamando pelo seu nome. Esteban, mais contido, se pautava em elogios enquanto fodia a sua boca;

não existiam palavras para descrever o quanto de prazer você estava sentindo. o corpo estava sensibilizado, os nervos aflorados. o mínimo toque era capaz de lhe causar arrepios. Agustín acertava todos os lugares enquanto te fodia, e o simples fato de Blas e Esteban estarem lhe usando eram mais que suficientes para deixar você ainda mais excitada.

com um gemido abafado, você atingiu o seu ápice. as pernas tremeram, mas Della Corte a sustentou. você gozando foi o necessário para que ele também se derramasse no seu interior. Esteban levou mais alguns estímulos para terminar na sua boca e Blas veio em seguida. você estava uma bagunça, mas não podia negar que estava mais que satisfeita.

você: matías, oq vc colocou na bebida noite passada? della: tb quero saber simón: fiquei mt loco matías: n botei nada vcs tudo tiveram efeito placebo >:)

[jaenara]

marchtosaturn·:

Malèna (2000)

[lamardeuse]

We blossom and ask no reason

911  |    Buck/Eddie   |    Rated  M   |    c. 5900 words

for @phdmama based on her prompts "florist AU" and "big damn kiss"

Eddie was starting on the table arrangements for Malena Gonzales' quinceañera when he heard the screech of tires and the chest-punching thud of a large mass hitting another large mass, a sound he was unfortunately all too familiar with. Moving on autopilot, he immediately ducked behind the counter to grab the first aid kit before running outside.

He saw the accident about fifty yards down the street and quickly took in the details as he dialed his phone. You never assumed someone had already called 911: there were too many people these days who only whipped out their phones to film another person's misfortune for likes on social media.

“911, what's your emergency?”

“I'm at the scene of a two-car accident on East Olympic between South Fetterly and South Kern. Van and a sports car, looks like the driver and passenger in the sports car and – not sure of the numbers in the van yet.”

“What's your name, sir?”

“Eddie. Eddie Diaz.”

“Eddie, were you in either of the vehicles or struck by one and are you injured?”

“No and no. I work at a business down the street, heard the crash and came out.”

“Thank you. Help is on the way.”

Eddie was now close enough to the van to see – well, shit. “How far out are they?”

There was a slight pause. “They'll be there shortly. Don't worry.”

“The van has a woman in the driver's seat and three young kids in the back, one a baby, in extreme distress. The front driver's side is pushed in enough that extracting the mother is going to be tricky.”

“Eddie, we need you to stay away from the scene.”

“I'm a – I was a medic,” Eddie explained, as calmly as he could considering the kids' heartrending screams were getting louder. “I know what to do.”

“Eddie –”

Eddie took a deep breath and cut the call, shoving the phone in his pocket. 

read the rest at the AO3

[evmonteri]

Blades LIs in new clothes but gender swap expect Imtura (too lazy and it's hard tbh for making clothes for m!imtura)

As for the names: Niall Ellarious, Malena Volari, Tyrilia Starfury

[lavampira]

'tis the season for hallmark holiday meikers ♥️ m/f • f/f • m/m • nb

malena shepard x kaidan alenko [mass effect]

evie thierry x jill valentine [resident evil]

[disfrutalakia]

Pac was allowed to give a little spoiler of the initial of one new participant, the letter was M

So my guess is either Malena or Moonkase

[alfredosauce50]

One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 11

Wordcount: 4, 365 Rating: M for strong language and mature themes

The reader is referred to as she/her

One more night - 11

Off to the races

Mathias rolled his fists against a speed bag, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat had glazed over his skin from head to toe, but he never faltered. He was finally back in the zone.

He also lost everything he gained, revealing his past triumphs. Bulging shoulders, a six-pack, and strong legs for a muscular body. He swung into the speed bag one last time, making it rock to and fro.

And he was just getting started.

“You’re in a good mood today,” You commented from the kitchen, sipping a warm cup of coffee. Everyone slept in on Sundays, Allen included, but he got up at nine to do nothing but scribble in his sketchbook.

“Am I?” He lifted his eyes to you, only to look down at his page again. “What gave it away?”

“You’re drawing.”

“I can’t channel my inner negativity sometimes?”

“I think we both know how you actually do that.”

“Okay, fine. You got me.” He mumbled, moving his pencil around for a few finishing touches. Once he was satisfied, he held up his drawing with a proud, toothy grin. “Look. It’s a fortress.”

“Wow,” You mouthed. A smiling stick figure with black shades stood on top of a castle, raining machine gunfire and grenades on the masses below. “And who’s that guarding the fortress?”

“Me.”

“What about all the people down here?”

“I think you know.” He put his sketchbook down.

Now that Mathias moved back home, Allen was the happiest he’d ever been. Even though they were on better terms, this was his home, and he had a very particular idea of what that looked like.

“You guys realize Hammy has been roaming outside his cage for a while.” Amy sauntered in with a squint.

Allen flew off the couch and scrambled into the hallway. With his spot vacant, she plopped down next to you and kicked her feet onto the coffee table. When he came back with his pet, he scowled.

“Hey, you stole my spot!”

“Didn’t see your name on it.”

“I was literally just there!” He stuck out a hand.

“Well, you weren’t for a second.” She hummed.

The three of you, just like old times.

“To think I used to complain about people bringing their babies to the theater,” Amy muttered, collecting her popcorn from the snack bar. She spun around to reveal Bob strapped to her torso. “Now I’m people.”

“And you’re seeing Captain America of all movies.”

“I must be crazy.”

“I mean,” You made a face. Amy was the one who suggested this, but now that she was here, she had to be persuaded. “It was either here or the gym. It’s not your fault Malena couldn’t take him tonight.”

“That’s not even the problem,” She sighed.

“Then what is?” You asked, confused.

“I don’t wanna leave Bob with anybody right now.” Amy hugged him close, face falling slightly.

She still had a hard time being away from her baby after that incident. She didn’t have a choice while working, but now that she was off-duty, keeping him around was always at the back of her mind.

“Then I guess we’ll have to get him used to these kinds of places.” You pulled her along, watching her expression closely. She let you, albeit reluctantly. “There’s a first time for everything, you know?”

“I guess,” She fixed his earmuffs. “Sorry, Bob.”

“When was the last time you went to see a movie anyway?” You asked, walking inside with her.

“Beats me.”

Two hours later, you both emerged from the theater.

“That was fucking amazing,” She let out, smiling from ear to ear. “Bob fell asleep halfway through!”

You and Amy swung by Whole Foods after.

“Do you think he’s gonna win?” She asked, watching you add several bananas to the shopping cart.

The question had been looming over your minds ever since Mathias brought it up. Heavyweight boxers from all over the continent fought under one arena for the belt.

“It’s hard to say,” You shook your head, falling deep in thought.

“Yeah.”

“I’m just relieved he didn’t give up.”

“Me too.” She furrowed her brows.

“Whatever happens, I’m really happy that he’s kinda himself again,” You added, smiling briefly. Because even after everything that happened, he didn’t quit. And that couldn’t be more fitting for who he was.

“Well, I’m glad he’s back.” Amy hummed, though her expression came off as more bittersweet than anything. Your face fell slightly when you picked up on it. “I wouldn’t be telling you this otherwise.”

“Telling me what?”

“That Mat told me,” She inhaled a deep breath before revealing what had been on her mind forever. “He wanted you to move out with him. And I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent for it.”

“What?” Your heart sank. “He told you?”

“Ages ago, actually. I just never had the chance to bring it up. Didn’t wanna cause any more drama,” Amelia explained, pushing the cart along as she spoke. “What, with everything that went down?”

You turned away, eyes darting restlessly and mind racing with a million thoughts. This whole time?

“Allen would’ve gone nuts.” She widened her eyes.

It was no secret that he loved you dearly, going so far as to use you as an emotional crutch. To leave was to put him in a vulnerable headspace, but you couldn’t be there for him forever, not even if you wanted to.

“Not that he won’t freak out if you told him now, but he might not fly off the handle when you do.”

“But what about the apartment?” You asked, voice faint. Now that moving out was on the table, every doubt you’ve ever had flooded your mind in a rush of anxiety. “And what about Bob? I can’t just leave.”

“We’ll be fine,” Amy assured, holding your shoulder. It was a blanket statement at best, but how else were things supposed to be? “Allen will have to get a job someday. And Bob won’t be small forever.”

“But he’s only six months old.” You uttered.

“He can sit upright and eat scrambled eggs, now. That’s pretty big if you ask me.” She nudged you.

You laughed some, thankful for her lightheartedness.

“But, point is,” She went back to pushing her cart, as reflective of the continuation of the conversation.  “You’ve already been there for the most crucial part of his life. And nine months before that too.”

“Of course I was, Amy. That’s a given.”

“What if it’s not supposed to be given?” She asked, much to your dismay. “You’ve already done so much for us, and I can’t just force you to stay forever. That would be the most selfish thing I could do to you.”

“Maybe,” You replied stiffly. Everything she just said was a stark reminder of what you told Allen once, and you always regretted it from the bottom of your heart. “But you aren’t forcing me to do anything.”

“Really?”

“I love living with you guys,” You let out, voice faint to hide the sadness in it. “You’re my best friend.”

Amy stood perfectly still, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Then, she turned to you, eyes wide. When she saw that you were barely holding it together, she did something completely out of character.

She hugged you as tight as she could.

“I know.” She shut her eyes. “But you have to go.”

You hugged her back, lips pursed tightly in a frown. She knew what you really wanted, and would go to great lengths for you to have it. Even if it meant letting you go, the hardest thing she could ever do.

“Do you think Bob will remember me?”

“He will if you visit,” She released you with a content smile, knowing she managed to convince you. So, she took in your face for what felt like the last time. “So don’t go somewhere I can’t get to, okay?”

Getting Amelia on board with the idea was easy because she was already all for it. Allen, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. But you had to tell him someday, even if that wasn’t today.

You pushed the door open to the local boxing gym.

When you got inside, you saw Mathias doing mitt work with Allen. Their brewing friendship was the most unexpected development yet, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your enthusiasm.

They had more in common than they looked.

The sun was almost set when you three walked home together. Allen had his arms folded behind his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance. Mathias had your hand in his, which squeezed you here and there.

“So,” You began, breaking the comfortable silence with a query. “Are you two friends now?”

They both made a face, brows raised and squinting.

“I don’t think Allen would be comfortable with that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, alright.” You sighed, stifling a laugh at their synchronization. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Saying we’re friends would be putting him on the same level as you. And that’s gross.” Allen mumbled.

“There’s always distinctions you make with different friends you have,” You glanced at him and watched his expression intently, which didn’t seem to change. “Surely you have friends you’re close to, or not at all.”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “I mean, I used to.”

A brief silence followed, and you were left to put the pieces together. Mathias didn’t have any idea what he implied, but you knew better. He must’ve been talking about his pals from Afghanistan.

“It’s fine.” Allen grinned at you. “I have you guys.”

You didn’t say anything more, only bringing his arm down to hold it. He appreciated the gesture, the discreteness of it, and smiled warmly at you to prove it. You smiled back as if to tell him he was right.

He had you, Amy, and Bob.

Slowly, but surely, Mathias could make the cut too.

“You told Amy,” You began, staying in the doorway as he shuffled through his things in his bedroom. Allen waited outside in the front yard, giving you both a moment of privacy, however brief that may be.

Mathias stopped for a moment, back turned to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He murmured.

“No,” You neared him, gaze softening. He glanced over his shoulder, surprised. But that dissolved into relief as soon as you said this. “I’m actually glad you did. I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell her.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, taking your hands.

You smiled back, warmed by his touch.

“She loves you more than you know.”

Out of the four of you, Mathias was the least afraid of change. It took a lot of faith to carry himself the way he did, and he did so naturally. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in the same place for years.

“So, what did she say?”

Allen kicked a pebble off the pavement. When he glanced up at the apartment again, he saw you two having a conversation. About what, he didn’t know. But he could make a judgement from afar.

The way Mathias looked at you, laughed, then picked you up in the tightest embrace had him wondering if this was the end of everything he knew. It was a huge jump from point a to b, but he wasn’t stupid.

He looked too happy for it to be anything else.

You did too, talking excitedly about something he wasn’t a part of, and never would be. When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand. That night, he walked home by himself.

Out on the balcony where he always was, he knelt over his plants and tended to them. Basil, thyme, sage, and parsley—all Summer herbs. He snipped off the stalks and harvested them for the coming Fall.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you were staying at his place.”

“If I was, I would’ve said that.” You stepped outside with him. When he didn’t respond, you instantly knew he was bent out of shape over something, but what, you didn’t know. “What is this really about?”

“Nothing,” He kept chopping his plants, but his movements grew less and less controlled as he continued. His front was already crumbling, and you just got here. “Everything’s just nice and peachy.”

“Okay, Al.” You relented, turning to the sliding door.

The sight of your back was all it took.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.”

What remained of his hard exterior was all but gone. You broke him down all over again, and simply by letting him be. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not the distance, or the reality that he could never have you.

“Wait.” He stood up, sighing. “Don’t close that door.”

You stopped halfway through the door frame, your eyes softening at his change of heart. If he had something to tell you, you did too. And your concerns were realer than what he thought he saw out there.

“I wanna talk.”

Mathias knocked on the doorframe of his coach’s office. In his hand was the slip of paper he’d been itching to get for the past month. He handed it to his mentor, who scanned it before tossing it on his desk.

With that out of the way, the old man stood up and brushed past him in a slight hobble.

“Get your wraps. We’re gonna start with the basics.”

Allen stood with you on the balcony, his arms draped over the railing. He stared into the night as he tried to think of the words. After a few minutes of mulling it over, this was the best he could come up with.

“So, what, he propose to you or something?”

“No!” You shot him a heated look, watching his brows go up. “Is that what you were upset about?”

He pursed his lips, hands raised in denial. But seeing that you were unconvinced, he just sucked it up.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he didn’t propose, okay?”

“Then that’s all I wanted to know,” He grinned, voice rich with satisfaction. He went back to his usual self almost instantly, hopping back into the living room. “Now all I’m missing is a kiss for good measure.”

“A kiss?” You stifled a laugh.

“You know I’m only kidding.” He scraped the bottom of his flip-flops against the entry mat to clean them. When Allen faced you again, he leaned against the door frame. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

He might’ve said one thing, but the gentle smile on his face meant another. And since you couldn’t give him what he really wanted, you gave him the next best thing. You leaned forward and hugged him.

Allen’s arms went around you on instinct, like a reflex he didn’t need to think about. There, he nestled his chin on your head, closing his eyes in the embrace. Then, his smile grew out of a deep sense of peace.

Now this wasn’t so bad. He also got the assurances he needed, so why was he still so sad?

“Listen, Al.”

Mathias raised his gloved fists, bright red in color.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

With his head low and eyes up, he looked intensely focused as he jabbed the sandbag in front of him. Only they were nothing but light taps, hitting the same spot on the leather, over and over.

“Okay, then tell me.” Allen was a little unnerved that you even had to announce it. What he saw tonight, how he always felt around you, and your anxious demeanor only seemed to validate that fear.

“I’m moving out with Mat.” You finally let out.

“Oh.”

A few seconds of painstaking silence went by.

“When?”

Mathias tightened the strings of his hoodie until only his face was left uncovered. Now that Summer was ending, he could feel a cool breeze on his morning runs. The seasons were changing, and so was he.

“I don’t know, but probably sometime after his tournament. We haven’t decided on anything yet,” You answered truthfully, scanning his face for something, anything. But he gave you nothing.

“Does Amy know?”

Or so you thought.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I told her last week.”

“Right.” He looked down, eyes darkening. It was inconceivable that anybody could be so hurt over something so minor, but Allen wasn’t just anybody. “Why am I always the last one to know things?”

“I was gonna tell you, Al. I promise.” You spoke softly, taking his arms. “I just had to find the right time.”

“Why is it always Amy you go to when you know something will affect me most?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand, choking back a sob. “You guys are always keeping things from me and leaving me out!”

“We only do that because we don’t wanna hurt you!” You flushed, making him shake his head bitterly.

“You’re gonna hurt me anyway. So you might as well just say it.” Allen muttered, staring dead into your eyes as a single tear fell from his. His words were cutting, and the way he looked at you, even more so.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke. “I never mean to.”

He was right about being excluded, and he had all the right in the world to berate you for it. It was also selfish to expect him to react any different, especially when you’ve always known of his greatest fear.

Being isolated, physically or mentally.

“And you probably already knew that, too.” He shook his head again, turning away to get to your bedroom. But before he could lock himself in it, you grabbed onto his wrist. “You just didn’t wanna freak me out.”

“Of course I didn’t wanna freak you out,” You let out, tone desperate. “That’s the only reason why I have a hard time telling you about these things. Not because I don’t love you, or don’t feel close to you.”

“And how’s that turning out for you?” He faced you, eyes burning with truth. “I’ll find out anyway. I always do. Then I’ll find my own time to freak out. Because that’s just what I do. That’s what I’m the best at.”

Usually, he was the one making compromises in conversations, taking the fall for his faults.

“Losing my temper. Because I’m a fucking manic.”

“That’s not true!”

But right now, he was as quick as a whip.

And he was right about everything.

“It is, though. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here having this fucking conversation.” Allen glared, but his anger with you only lasted so long. “And since we’re here, you wanna know why I flipped out in the first place?”

“Why did you flip out, then?” You uttered.

“It’s not just because I have a thing for you, okay?” He exclaimed, chest heaving and face reddening.

“Then why?” You flushed, eyes darting restlessly.

“Because if you get married, you’re gonna go away.” Allen said shakily, voice faint with unbearable hurt. “You’re gonna go somewhere I can’t get to, get busy, have a few babies, and you won’t have time for me.”

Your face contorted.

“Then you’re gonna forget about me,”

It was unthinkable that you could ever cut him out of your life, but he was already treating it like reality.

“And I won’t be a part of your life anymore.”

“You’ll always be a part of my life, Allen.” You reached up to caress his face, currently streaked with tears. “Even if we won’t see each other as much, I’ll always be thinking of you. And I’d still call and visit you.”

“But that’s not good enough,” He choked.

“I won’t be far, I promise. I promised Amy that too.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“You have to learn be independent from me, Allen.”

He shook his head, breathing too hard to manage a verbal protest. You were asking way too much of him, even if it was just to live out partially separate lives. You were his rock, and he wasn’t ready to let you go.

“But you also have to trust me.”

A string was tied across the ring like a washing line. The gym was dark, save for the spotlight they stood under, coach and pupil. The pupil in question stood next to the line, his shoulder barely just grazing it.

Then, he ducked under it to the other side.

He repeated the motion, bobbing under the line from side to side. By bending down and moving quickly from left to right, he could dodge anything thrown at him. But the timing and range had to be perfect.

“I’m so jealous of Mathias,” He squeezed you, eyes shut tight as he whispered frantically into your neck. “He’s got everything going for him. When he wants something, he just gets it. I can’t do that.”

“I think we’ve all felt that way before,” You admitted, holding him closer. “He’s the best of all of us.”

Mathias rolled under a punch, dodging it like second nature. When he rose, he jabbed his opponent twice, getting them to back up. He was a speed demon, taking advantage of their mistakes on the fly.

With the newly-established distance, he threw his fist up for a killer uppercut. It collided with their jaw, throwing their head back in a splash of saliva. And just like that, his partner fell on the mat, defeated.

“But there’s something you have that he doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Allen murmured, pulling back.

“Mathias and I can fight, argue, or even break up one day, but not us,” You answered, frowning deeply. “And I know that sounds bad, but there’s nothing in the world that could change what we have.”

He smiled and bowed his head at what he’d already known, a truth he constantly needed reminding of. But you always knew the right thing to say. And for that, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“You’ll always be my family.”

“Maybe that’s why I never tried anything,” Allen said. He’d been so hung up over what he could’ve had, he never realized this was what he really wanted all along. “Because I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

“And what did we have?” You smiled.

He gazed up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Something perfect.”

He was your best friend, and maybe a little more than that, but he made it a point to never cross that line. What you had with Allen was incorruptible, the kind of love people spent their entire lives looking for.

“Something pure.” He kissed you on the forehead, the most innocent kind of affection one could give. And you leaned in, basking in the warmth of his soft lips. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Allen stayed with you all night. With your body next to his, he never fell asleep so fast. This may only be for so long, but he couldn’t be upset about it forever. You were moving on, and he had to accept that.

“That makes seven rompers and five pairs of pants,”

You sorted through the baby clothes in the basket Mathias held. He insisted on tagging along with you to ‘help you hold things,’ but you had a sneaking suspicion he came for another spending spree.

“Anything else we need?”

“Uhhh,” He scanned the shopping list with a focused expression. “Four pajama outfits… And a tank top?”

“Oh. That’s for Allen,” You pointed at the bottom of the note. “See how the handwriting changes?”

“Oh,” Mathias mumbled. Now that you mentioned it. When he glanced up again, you were off to look for those items, so he did what he thought would be the next best thing: doing some browsing on his own.

When he approached you for your opinion, you were still in the baby section, picking out sleepers.

“What do you think?” He held two outfits in front of you and moved them up and down. “Blue or yellow?

“Those are for newborns, Mathias,” You answered, going back to the rack. “They’re not gonna fit Bob,”

“I know they’re for newborns.”

“If I say ‘blue’ and see the blue one in your dresser, I’m seriously gonna murder you,” You sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. And frankly speaking, you were a little nervous.

“Okaaay. Does that mean you’ll spare me if I buy the yellow one?” He hummed with growing smile.

“Mat,” You shot him a heated look, embarrassed out of your wits. “The bear was cute, but this is crazy.”

“But these are cute too!”

“No, I meant you,” You sighed, stifling a defeated laugh at his outburst. “We haven’t even moved out and you’re already thinking that far ahead. Imagine what Allen would do to you if I ever got pregnant.”

“You don’t have to wait for his approval, you know?” Mathias grumbled, putting both outfits back, blue and yellow. “I know he’s close to you, but what we do is none of his business. So he should stay out of it.”

“Still,” You shook your head. “You’re going too fast.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited,” He sighed, noting how worried you looked. And it was a fair reaction given the kind of person he was. Tenacious, self-indulgent, and apparently, family-oriented.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t already learn his lesson. So he stopped you in the aisle, hands on your shoulders. “I’m not rushing you into anything. Especially not something this important, okay?”

“Good,” You softened your gaze, peering up at him. “Because I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

If anything, he’d save this for after the tournament.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight me either.”

You were about to give him an earful for being so unserious, but you let it slide this time. After overcoming a roadblock and months of preparation, he was finally in shape for his biggest event yet.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” He grinned. “But I’m ready.”

Next chapter: Finale Part I

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I miss. Riptide ep 98n99. I miss fuckin ma. Mae. May. M. Malena. Jays mother. I miss her bro i miss the one healthy and present parental figure of the albatrio. Possibly even all the riptide pirates actually wait. Wait no ollie exists hes got a good mum. But. i miss the tree lore i miss featherbrook i miss the quiet cosy feeling of the eagles den i miss the albatrio finally bein able to rest somewhere they knoe theyll be looked after. Im fuckin jealous of jay man i need her mother. Not like that. I need her mother to stay a mother. But bro i fuckin hope she kills jayson like she deserves the world and he is fuckin awful. Bro i fuckin hate he said jay left her mother by her "poor defenseless self" in ep53 LIKE BRO U DID THE SAME FUCKING THINGGGG UR WIFES DYINGGG AND UR TOO BUSY FUCKIN GETTIN NAVY MILK U COCKKKKK anwyayz.

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Greta Thunberg

Swedish activist

Greta Tintin Eleonora Ernman Thunberg is a Swedish environmental activist known for challenging world leaders to take immediate action for climate change mitigation. Thunberg's climate activism began when she persuaded her parents to adopt lifestyle choices that reduced her family's carbon footprint. 

Born: January 3, 2003, Stockholm, Sweden

Parents: Svante Thunberg, Malena Ernman

Siblings: Beata Thunberg

Height: 1.49 m

Awards: Full list

Movement: School Strike for Climate

Greta dunked on #SmallDickEnergy.

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What do you think of Helltaker and which one is your favorite demon girl?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MgrrB2Tdh-M&pp=ygUSSGVsbHRha2VyIG5zZncgZHVi

I really like it.

I can’t really pick but I would go with Malena :v

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Director: Jack Davison Cinematographer: James Beattie

Publication: M Le Monde Creative Director: Jean-Baptiste Talbourdet-Napoleone Assistants: Maxwell Tomlinson, Louise Oates, Tamibe Bourdanne Digital Operator: Marsy Hild Camera assistant George Beattie

Stylist: Robbie Spencer c/o Art Partner Assistants: Isabella Damazio, Grace Thompson, Marta Garcia Hair Stylist: Ali Pirzadeh c/o CLM Assistants: Tommy Stayton, Inumidun Enitan Make Up Artist: Anne Sophie Costa c/o Streeters Assistants: Babi Campos, Kazue Seki Manicurist: Charly Avenell

Set Designer: Shona Heath c/o CLM Assistants: Salwa McGill, Plum Woods, Leo Titford, Ella Schlesinger Casting: Holly Cullen c/o Webber

Models: Boston Gallacher @ The CCC, Sonya Mohova @ Storm, Zakaria Dau @ PRM Agency, Joseph Uyttenhove @ Lis Rutten Agency, Piotr Szatan@ The Squad, Dor @ Elite, Malena Tafel @ The Claw, Flo @ IMG

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Quirón ganó la Copa de Clubes en la Argentina

Fuente: CADA y FAM Al concluir la Copa Nacional de Clubes del atletismo argentino, este domingo 15 de octubre en el Cenard, Quirón retuvo todos los títulos de conjunto, tanto en damas como en hombres, y en la clasificación general. El certamen se desarrolló en la pista del Cenard, en Buenos Aires. Quirón acumuló 145 puntos en damas, 134 en hombres para un total de 279, quedando el segundo puesto de la general para Malgor (Mar del Plata) con 84 y el tercero, para la Municipalidad de San Isidro con 70. Entre los puntales del equipo campeón estuvo nuevamente la velocista Florencia Lamboglia con tres medallas de oro (100, 200 y posta corta). En la jornada de clausura, Lamboglia marcó 23.80 sobre 200 metros –viento de 0.8ms- para obtener una de las pruebas más relevantes en la distancia, seguida por las cordobesas Luisina Zabala (24.08) y Noelia Martínez (24.39), con Camila Roffo en el cuarto puesto (24.48). Otra figura del sector femenino fue la mediofondista marplatense Micaela Levaggi (FOTO) quien, buscando retornar a su nivel de la temporada anterior, se impuso este domingo sobre 5.000 metros con 16:33.80, tras ganar los 1.500 en la primera jornada. Entre los varones, una de las pruebas más importantes sobre el cierre del torneo fue la del salto triple donde el recordman nacional Maximiliano Díaz llegó hasta 16.04 metros, su mejor marca de la temporada. Y Nazareno Melgarejo, en gran superación personal, consiguió 15.76 m. para el segundo puesto (viento de 1.5ms), un registro que lo coloca entre los ocho mejores especialistas del historial argentino. Se trata de su primera temporada en la categoría mayores, por lo que se vislumbra un gran futuro para él en esta prueba. Otro nombre destacado de la clausura fue el del velocista Juan Ignacio Ciampitti, encabezando una final de 200 metros llanos donde los cinco primeros bajaron de 22s, con viento de 0.1ms. Ciampitti marcó 21.21, delante del puntano Gonzalo Delagdo (21.37) y del mendocino Renzo Cremaschi (21.81), quedando el cuarto puesto para el juvenil local Manuel Robles con 21.81. También ganaron en esta última jornada Carlos Johnson (9:20.49 en 3.000 con obstáculos), Juan Dutari (14:54.57 en 5.000) y, en damas, Yaila Malizia (1.60 en alto) y Malena Córdoba (40.53 en jabalina). Durante el turno matutino de este domingo Franco Gastón Peidón, atleta proveniente de Balcarce, obtuvo los 800 metros llanos y bajó por primera vez de 1:50 en la distancia para emerger como una de las figuras de la Copa. El sábado Peidón había ganado los 1.500, además de ocupar el tercer puesto en 400, y ahora marcó 1:49.59 en las dos vueltas a la pista, seguido por Estanislao Mendivil (1:50:14) y el campeón sudamericano juvenil Rodrigo Uriel Muñoz (1:52.14). Entre las damas- la ganadora de 800 fue Victoria Olives, de Rosario con 212.53. En su puesta a punto hacia los Juegos Panamericanos, el campeón nacional y sudamericano de salto en alto Carlos Layoy pasó la varilla a 2.15 metros, quedando el segundo puesto para el juvenil Benjamín Aguilera con 2.00. En los 400 metros con vallas ganó Damián Moretta con 51.91, seguido por el recordman nacional Guillermo Ruggeri (52.42) y, entre las damas la vencedora fue Camila Leonela Correa con 1:03.89, con segundo puesto para la neuquina Agustina Anabella Salazar con 1:03.61. También ganaron la salteña Luciana Gennari en salto triple con 11.98w y la juvenil local Candela Ratibel en disco con 43.98 m El torneo, uno de los más relevantes del calendario nacional, fue organizado por la FAM con el apoyo de la Secretaría de Deportes, Asics y la Asociación Ñandú.     Read the full article