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Aldrich, devourer of gods
Pre-sludge
I’m cooking up a comic for him, I have many narrative ideas about my favorite darkmoon and my favorite man eater.
#dark souls#dark souls 3#aldrich devourer of gods#dark sun gwyndolin#I forgot I changed Royce’s design#he had a narrative shift don’t look at me#these are my canon OCs#no one can tell me I’m wrong except Miyazaki himself and even then I wouldn’t know because I don’t speak Japanese#so basically I’m untouchable#arttag
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Eve darlinggg your old reference sheet,,,, it’s too embarrassing to look at now,,,
#technical announcement I’m doing artfight this year as the reference indicates#yet again my artfight profile is sooooo so old and;;; it embarrasses me#and the lack of any good references plus disorganized descriptions cements that fact#esp the confused ramblings bc I didn’t know what permissions were at the time#basically my entire profile has been untouched since the moment I set it up and I need to fix it Dx#but I’m doing it bit by bit so it’s (random reference here and there) then eventually fix descriptions#shows how bad procrastination is that I’m doing it during the actual event DDDx#fwuffletail#eve#me when I’m too embarrassed to tag my ocs as Minecraft bc they’re such messes#like I expect ppl to take my enderblooded cat wolf amalgamation OC seriously;;; but I do;;; and why I’m embarrassed in result#yes this is my blorbo yes I made her when I was like twelve so yes pls treat her well she means the world to me#as I look at you with wet sopping eyes ready to break if you even raise ur eyebrows at her
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Regarding your next gen kids post, sometimes I really do wish there wasn’t an epilogue. That the reader left the world on a hopeful note instead of fast forwarding 19 years later and finding out Harry named his child fucking Albus Severus
ahahaha i know right!!! like i get symbolism and i get neatly wrapping everything up and i get closure but !!! albus severus?? eugh. even ignoring all the implications of the people he’s named after, it’s just. such a profoundly uncool name like bro. harry. ginny. spare some mercy for ur kid pls 😭😭
(also it is so funny to imagine that james and lily were once married with a kid and the vol. 2 version of them are just. siblings 💀 becomes worse when the next gen kids are characterised as carbon copies of their namesakes)
#next gen#like tell me how is fkn idk scorpius the best named kid of that gen#the entire weasley clan just.#my god#on which note#utterly fascinating that ron & hermione had fresh names#what does that tell u about them hmmmm#if we go by symbolism yet again#it says: these two are untouched by grief and loss in a tangible way. in a way that matters.#basically like ‘oh yah these two exist. they have. kids.’#it’s so funny#even percy gets a more sentimental kid name#but ofc there’s more interpretations too#eg: ron didn’t want kids saddled w the kind of legacy he was. where they constantly feel undervalued & wanting#it’s a fun angle actually now i’m attached to parent ron trying his best hmmmm#breaking generational curses and trauma hmmmmmmm#ok gonna stop now sorry anon#pen’s asks
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taking a break from finals crunch (and being sick) to say that although i’ve been off the qsmp stuff for a little bit im unhappy with how the qsmp is completely allergic to letting any of their players have any kind of agency at all. i can’t rlly remember if it was this bad in the beginning but it’s become incredibly obvious and i don’t like it
because like tell me why the federation agents, the characters who literally have their faces and voices taken away by the federation so that they don’t try to think independently, can take more action and have more of an effect on the story and world than the actual, literal, players
how does that logic work
#i have a lot more detailed thoughts on it but i’m not gonna go into that#but they are esp related to the way the federation is basically untouchable bc it needs to be for the story#so players have kinda just stopped trying to fight rlly#and ALSO#HOW MAXOS NUCLEAR BOMB WAS STOLEN FROM HIM#even in his last fucking moments he was not allowed to change the story as much as the fucking EYE GUY WHOS AN NPC#he couldn’t even set off his own bomb#blegh#anyways#qsmpcrit#qsmpneg#btw i’m going back and editing old crit posts so those 2 tags r 1 word#bc apparently if they’re 2 words they still show up in the main tag my bad
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forgot.
warnings: unprotected p and v

in which, fwb! matt “forgets” a condom.
“matt, you’re fucking kidding right?” you whimpered as you stared at the ceiling of your bedroom. matt groaned and patted around your bed, looking for something, anything, basically hoping that the latex would appear out of thin air.
“don’t you have some in your nightstand?” matt spoke putting his fitted hat backwards on his head, “we used the last one yesterday” you spoke softly. matt huffed, remembering that-that’s the whole reason he bought a whole new box after he left your place last night and where was it? sitting on his shelf, untouched.
“fuck.” matt cursed as he ran a hand over his face, though, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, “y’know..you could jus’ let me hit it raw” matt spoke biting his bottom lip.
god, he was tempting. the knot in your stomach grew, usually at times like these you guys would just agree to get off on giving each other head but..you guys already did that, and both of your needs were still unsatisfied.
“ c’mon, sweetheart, jus’ lemme put it in, if you really don’t like it i’ll stop” matt spoke putting his hands up, as if to promise he will do whatever it takes to make you comfortable.
you sighed and slowly nod, “yeah?” matt smirked, “yeah.”

“fu-fuck! matt!” you moaned out, your back arched as matt’s big hands gripped your hips, the wet sounds of your pussy filled your quiet bedroom, “yeah? takin’ me so well, y/n.” matt praised.
your fingers gripped the white sheets, nose scrunching as you felt your climax teeter closer to the edge.
“gonna cum? i can tell.” matt moaned out as his pace became quicker. the overwhelming feeling of your slick walls sucking his bare member in was all too overwhelming. matt’s head fell back as he moaned out your name, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, signaling he was close as well.
“c-cum with me” you managed to choke out as your hands met matt’s shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh.
“where do y-“ “inside. cum inside me.” you intrupped, your mind was hazy, teeth clamped against your bottom lip. “you sure? you want me to fill you up? make you leak me out all night” matt’s mind filled with images of your pretty panties being stained with his cum, the fabric being soaked with your mixed arousals. “yes..yes matty please!” you pleaded. your eyebrows knitting together, legs straightening as you felt your limit up and coming, “go-gonna, fuck matt, i’m gonna-“
“do it. fuck! you’re so wet- let go f’me. cum, right now, baby” matt babbled, “best pussy i’ve ever had”
that’s all you needed to hear, your walls tightened around matt’s member as you both released.
heavy breaths filled the bedroom, you could feel matt’s cum leaking out of you, damping your thighs. matt ran his finger down your skin and shoved the liquid back in your aching cunt.
“such a good girl f’me” matt praised before kissing your forehead and laying next to you on the bed.
you glanced over at him and softly smiled, matt returned it and sighed, “should probably go..” matt mumbled. you simply nodded, matt got up and retrieved his boxers from the cold floor, slipping them on before his baggy jeans. as he buttoned up the denim and flatted out his pockets he couldn’t help but chuckle, he glanced at you, who was looking at your phone mindlessly, not thinking twice. “hey, y/n..” matt mumbled. you turned to matt, raising an eyebrow, “yeah?” you spoke softly. matt smirked and tussled with something in his pocket, pulling out the gold, unopened condom, that had been placed in his pocket the entire time. “found it.”
your eyes widened, “you knew?” you spoke putting your tounge in your cheek, blush creeping up on your cheeks. “maybe..maybe not..” matt spoke with the biggest grin on his face.
oh, you were gonna kill him.

A/N: ahhh!! first post about these two ‼️ hope you enjoy! if you have any requests or asks PLEASE FEEL FREE TO INBOX ME!!! i love you guys so bad 😛🫵🏼
#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#fwb#matt sturniolo smut#unprotected sex#matt stuniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo au
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Hiya, could I please request first years with a reader/Yuu who's actually a lot older? Like, old enough to be a second or third year or maybe old enough to graduate but thanks to Crowley they're stuck in first year 😞
FIRST YEARS X READER
Where you are some years older than them, already graduated back in your world
Some clarifications of the dynamic, in case anyone needs them <3
At first, Ace doesn’t notice you're older. You’re smart, quick-witted, lowkey hot under stress, which is kind of his type, and you're way more competent than the average freshman. He assumes you just have your life together.
Then one day you offhandedly mention you already graduated somewhere else in your world. That this isn’t your first rodeo. That Crowley, in all his magnificent wisdom, stuck you in first year anyway.
“Wait. WHAT?”
He laughs—loudly.“Oh my Seven. You’re an undercover senior?! That’s so cursed. I love it.”
From then on, it’s constant teasing.
“Hey, Grandma, need help crossing the road to Alchemy?”
“Should I walk you Ramshackle after class, or do you want your cane first?”
But the teasing isn’t mean-spirited—it’s Ace’s very acelike way of flirting. What gives him away is the way his eyes linger on you when you laugh, the way he blushes when you lean in too close. The way he gets weirdly smug when you call him cute.
At some point, he admits it:
“Y’know… it’s kinda hot, actually. You being older and all. Like you’ve got everything figured out.”
“I’m literally re-doing high school.”
“Yeah. And now you’re stuck with me,which is obviously the real tragedy here.”
Despite the joking, he starts to really look out for you. Carries your textbooks. Makes sure you eat. Challenges anyone who talks down to you for being a “first year.”
He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks you deserve more than this weird limbo Crowley dumped you in. And if he can make you smile through it—even if you’re older, even if it’s complicated—he’ll take every chance he gets.
The moment Deuce finds out you’re older than him, it’s over. He’s already liked yo, your poise, your patience—but learning you’re basically repeating school? That you’re dealing with all this on top of it?
He looks at you like you’re a war hero.
“You’ve… already graduated? Like from a whole school back in your world?”
“And now I’m back in first year hell.”
“That’s amazing! I mean—horrible! I mean—”
He bows.
“I promise to support you to the best of my ability, sen—uh—Yuu!”
After that, Deuce is 1000% more formal. He tries so hard to be “mature enough” for you—sits straighter, studies harder, even pretends he totally understands advanced spell theory just to impress you.
You try to ease his tension, but he keeps glancing at you like you're this untouchable inspiring figure.
Which is hilarious when you’re both in a group project and you groan, “Gods, not again,” because you’ve done this assignment in a past life.
“It must really suck, huh? Being older and stuck with a bunch of us dummies.”
“You’re not dumb.”
“Still… I wish you didn’t have to go through this. You deserve better.”“But selfishly, I’m glad I met you this way.”
He gets bolder after that. Offers you his hand when you’re tired. Studies next to you even when he doesn't have to. And every now and then, he’ll slip:
“When we graduate—uh—I mean—when you re-graduate, I hope we can… keep seeing each other? If you're not back in your world by then....”
The crush is obvious. He respects you, maybe a little too much, but there’s something so earnest about how badly he wants to deserve you.
That might be what makes you fall for him in return.
When you first meet, Epel thinks you’re cool as hell. Calm under pressure, sarcastic, kinda intimidating in that “I’ve seen some things” way. He definitely does not clock you as someone older than him.
Then you casually mention you’ve already graduated once. And the look on his face is priceless.
“WAIT. YOU’RE—YOU’RE A WHOLE ADULT?!”
He’s flustered for like three straight weeks after that. Can’t make eye contact. Keeps forgetting his words around you. He’ll be like:
“I wasn’t checking you out! I mean—yes, but I mean, you’re all wise and stuff and I’m just a country boy and—"
Runs into a door.
What makes it worse (for him, better for us): the crush only deepens. Epel is so into the idea of someone older, more experienced, who doesn’t treat him like a delicate little flower. You actually listen when he talks. You know how to handle things. You’re cool.
He starts trying to prove himself: carrying things for you, using big words, pretending to know complex magic theories.
“Oh yeah, totally read that thesis on temporal rune distortion. Real eye-opener.”
(He 100% did not. He saw the title once.)
Eventually, he drops the act. One day, you’re both sitting under a tree after class, and he looks at you.
“I know I’m younger. And maybe I still got stuff to learn. But I ain’t a kid. I mean what I say. And I think I… y’know… I like you.”
There’s a beat of silence. He fumbles.
“Romantically! I mean romantically!!”
You laugh, but the warm kind, and Epel is pink for a week.
He doesn’t stop trying to impress you. But now he does it honestly, with his real self.
You tell him early on. It’s not like you’re trying to hide it.
“I’m technically older. Like, I was going to enter university back in my world. I should be in like... third or fourth grade here. But Crowley…”
Jack’s eyebrows go up.
“Seriously? You already graduated?”
You nod.
“…That sucks.”
And it does. But the way he says it? You know he gets it. He respects you even more after that. You’re responsible, experienced, and clearly strong enough to endure the humiliation of being stuck in first year again.
He also becomes so respectful it's actually kind of adorable. Like you’re this older pack member or smth. Holds doors open for you. Offers to carry your things. Tries not to speak over you.
You catch him watching you sometimes—like he wants to say something but keeps holding back.
Eventually, he admits it:
“I know I’m younger. But I don’t think feelings care about that stuff. I’ve… liked you for a while.”
He avoids eye contact.
“I respect you too much to pretend I don’t.”
If you accept his feelings, Jack is overjoyed—in the quiet, overwhelmed mood. He’s loyal to a fault, protective, and so serious about making you feel respected, not “babysat.”
He knows you’ve had a life before this. But he wants to be part of the next chapter.
When you reveal your age and educational background, Sebek does not take it well.
“You are a first-year! A fellow beginner! It is utterly irrational for you to be older than me!”
Cue him spiraling. He's stomping around, muttering about rules, ORDER. But then he is very flustered. Like so so flustered.
“How DARE Crowley place someone of your caliber in the same year as—”
Pause.
“…As ME.”
Then silence. Then blushing.
Because Sebek absolutely has a crush on you. And now he’s losing it internally because you’re older, more experienced, and somehow even more alluring.
He starts acting even more pompous—like he has to prove himself worthy of your attention.
“Older or not, I shall surpass you through diligence and dedication!”
He shouts this in the hallway. Loudly. In front of everyone.
He won’t say it, but he’s in awe of your emotional maturity. You don’t get rattled the way others do. You handle Crowley’s nonsense with a sigh. You don’t baby him, but you do take him seriously, which throws him completely off balance.
And that only deepens his feelings.
Eventually, after much overthinking and dramatic pacing, he storms up to you one day and blurts out:
“YOUR AGE IS IRRELEVANT TO ME. I ADMIRE YOU. I—CARE FOR YOU. ROMANTICALLY. PLEASE—DON’T LAUGH :( ”
You don’t.
Instead, you gently kiss his cheek. He goes silent.
His ears are red for three days. He refuses to make eye contact and keeps yelling “FOCUS!” at himself under his breath.
But he also stays by your side. Proudly. Passionately.
#twst x reader#twisted x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#ace trappola#ace trappola x reader#aceyuu#ace trappola x yuu#ace x reader#deuce spade#deuce x reader#deuce spade x reader#deuce x yuu#epel felmier#epel x reader#epel felmier x reader#epel x yuu#jack howl#jack howl x reader#jack x yuu#sebek zigvolt#sebek x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#sebek x yuu
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Bragging Rights

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Fandom: WNBA-Dallas Wings/ Washington Mystics
Summary: Rivals on court, lovers off — only one gets bragging rights.
A/N: thank youu bby for the help….✨✨
🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @let-zizi-yap , @latenighttalkinqwp , @fairyblossomsav
“You nervous?” Paige whispered beside me, her pinky grazing mine under the hotel duvet.
It was past midnight and the city outside our shared room in D.C. hummed quietly. My phone sat face-down on the nightstand, untouched since dinner. We didn’t need distractions tonight — not with what tomorrow meant.
I turned my face toward hers, catching the way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones. Even after three years together, and playing beside her for almost all of college, this girl still made my heart stutter.
“A little,” I admitted. “First game against you. First game where we’re on opposite sides of the court. It’s like… UConn civil war.”
She chuckled, soft and low. “Lover vs lover. Rookie vs rookie. Edwards vs Bueckers.” A pause. “You know the headlines tomorrow are gonna eat this up, right?”
“Oh, they already are,” I said, letting my head fall back into the pillow dramatically. “Aaliyah was cackling in our group chat about it this morning.”
Paige rolled over onto her side, propping her head on her hand. “You ready though?”
I turned to face her too. “You know I am. But it’s weird not being on your bench. Or hearing you call for me when I sub out. Or seeing you point and smirk at me when you hit a three.”
Her eyes softened. “I miss that too. A lot. I miss your hand in mine during the anthem. I miss walking back to the dorms with you after film. Miss you sitting on the counter stealing my hoodie when I’m cooking.”
“Good thing FaceTime exists.”
She leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Not the same as you in my arms.”
I grinned. “Cheesy.”
“You like it.”
I did.
The next morning was chaos.
The league announced we’d be doing a joint pregame presser. Apparently, they couldn’t resist the storyline — the three UConn girls now divided, all starting, and very much the center of attention.
Paige and Aziaha from the Wings.
Aaliyah and me for the Mystics.
The media room buzzed with energy when the four of us walked in, each of us sporting our team warmups and very different colored shoes.
Reporters lit up like Christmas.
“Okay, okay,” one of them started, laughing, “there are a lot of angles here, but I’ll just start with the basics: how does it feel going up against each other after years of being teammates, especially for Y/N and Paige?”
Paige grinned and nudged her mic. “We knew this day would come. Didn’t expect it to be so soon, though.”
I laughed. “Yeah. And definitely didn’t expect to be doing a joint press conference about it.”
Another reporter raised a hand. “Y/N, Paige — any bragging rights or bets on the line?”
Before either of us could answer, Aaliyah leaned into her mic, expression mock-serious.
“No PDA unless one of them drops 20,” she declared. “If neither does, no kiss at all. But if Y/N outscores Paige, she gets a courtside kiss on the cheek.”
Paige blinked. “Lili has spoken for the both of us, I guess…”
I nudged her leg beneath the table. “Better lace up, babe.”
She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, it’s like that?”
Aziaha leaned back with a grin. “This is gonna be good.”
As we filed toward the tunnels afterward, Aaliyah pulled Paige and me aside.
“No funny business,” she warned, mock stern. “No forehead kisses. No hand-holding. No whispers.”
Paige groaned. “Can we at least do our pregame handshake?”
Aaliyah narrowed her eyes, then sighed. “Fine. But you either do it now or wait ‘til tip-off. Cameras will eat it up.”
We exchanged a look.
“Tip-off,” we said in unison.
The gym buzzed at capacity. The crowd had energy that reminded me of Gampel on a championship night. All eyes were on us — not just because we were rookies, but because we were those rookies. Paige and me. The couple. The headline.
During warmups, I locked eyes with her across the court. She gave me a wink, then hit a smooth left-wing three. I narrowed my eyes and sank my own shot from the right.
We didn’t speak until we stepped up to center court.
“Now?” she whispered.
I nodded.
Our handshake was quick — the same one we used to do in college. Fist bump, snap, pinky lock, finger heart. The crowd lost it when we did it. So did Aaliyah, shouting from behind me: “I said no PDA!”
“Handshake doesn’t count!” I called back.
Then the ball went up, and it was game on.
The first half was intense.
We traded buckets, traded blocks.
I managed a couple nice drives and even caught a slick behind-the-back pass from Aaliyah that turned into a three.
Paige responded with a jumper and a couple jaw-dropping assists that made the crowd gasp.
“You guarding me now?” she teased during a switch.
“Always.”
Midway through the third, I got called on a reach-in — which sent Paige to the line.
She blew me a dramatic kiss before shooting.
“Ma’am,” I deadpanned, “that’s PDA.”
She smirked as she sank both free throws.
Late in the fourth, it got wild. Down by two, I hit a step-back three over Paige with 14 seconds left.
“You’re welcome for the highlight reel,” I muttered.
She didn’t say anything — Chris used his time out, that gave them possessions of the ball.
With 13.4 seconds in the game Aziaha inbounds it to Paige, and without too much thinking.
Or hesitation, she smirked at me and then hit a CLUTCH three in my face to tie it at 84.
And then—she leaned in as I was frozen with shock and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
“I want the bragging rights,” she whispered. “And I’m gonna get ’em.”
I come fully out my shocked daze and shoved her shoulder playfully. “Nah babe, that’s all me. I gotta humble you after your two-game streak.”
Overtime felt like a battle of wills.
The Wings were hitting everything early.
Paige fed Aziaha for a corner shot and scored on a pull-up, putting them ahead 88-84.
But then… we rallied.
Shakira hit a midrange. I drove, got fouled, hit both free throws. 88-88.
With 12 seconds left, I in-bounded, got the ball back, faked a give-and-go, and kicked it to Sonia in the corner.
Splash.
91-88.
Paige tried to tie it, but her three rimmed out.
Chaos.
Bodies on the floor.
Sonia came up with it and held tight as the buzzer sounded.
Game.
We won.
My final stat line: 21 points, 10 boards, 6 assists.
Hers: 20 points, 9 boards, 7 assists.
I found her midcourt in the mess of hugs and cheers and chaos. She smiled.
“You got me,” she said, proud and out of breath.
“I got you,” I said, cupping her jaw and kissing her — quick, but lingering just enough.
Aaliyah whooped from behind us. “Okay, okay! Y/N earned it!”
The crowd ate it up.
Cameras flashed.
The league’s official account had already tweeted something about UConn reunion turned rivalry and love and buckets in the District.
At the postgame presser, it was madness.
A reporter asked, “Y/N — how does it feel to outscore your girlfriend and win the game?”
I bit back a grin. “Feels like I dropped buckets and got the girl.”
Another reporter laughed. “You going to use that as your Instagram caption?”
Paige leaned into the mic. “She already told me she’s been saving it in drafts since the schedule dropped.”
They were right.
I posted it an hour later:
“Dropped buckets and got the girl 💋”
📸: Me hitting that three
📸: Paige kissing me midcourt
📸: Scoreboard
📸: Us postgame, her hand around my waist
📸: A kiss on the lips, blurry and backlit by stadium lights
The comments? Exploded.
@uconnwbb: We taught them well.
@wnba: Lover vs Lover. But always Team Love 💕
@aaliyah.edwards: Don’t say I never gave y’all anything 😭
@paigebueckers: I’m demanding a rematch. And I’m dropping 30 next time.
I commented back: “You can try, baby 😘”
And just like that, basketball Twitter had a new favorite couple rivalry.
And me?
I had the win, the bragging rights, and the girl.
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-Thank You For Reading!💚💙
-prettygirl-gabi✨️💗
#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#wbb#gabi writes#support the writers!#gabi answers#°~prettygirlgabi ask~°#uconn women’s basketball#uconn huskies#oneshot#paige bueckers dallas wings#dallas wings x reader#wnba dallas wings#dallas wings#paige#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers fanfic#wnba washington mystics#washington mystics#wnb#wnba x reader#aaliyah edwards
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“ROBINS AFTER DARK – EPISODE 9: RANKING GOTHAM VIGILANTES BY SNACK CHOICE”
(feat. Signal, Red Hood, Spoiler & a total disregard for podcasting ethics)
[Intro music: static, then someone aggressively beatboxing the Batman theme]
Spoiler:
“Welcome back to Robins After Dark, Gotham’s worst podcast. Broadcasting live from the Cave. Stolen mic. Zero rules.”
Red Hood:
“Today’s topic: What you eat after 2 a.m. says more about your trauma than therapy ever will.”
Spoiler:
“Tonight’s guest: The Daylight, the Drama, the only one here with a consistent skincare routine—Signal!”
[Signal enters with tactical shades and a Capri Sun.]
Signal:
“You dragged me out of bed for this.”
Red Hood:
“Correct. Suffer.”
RANKINGS START NOW:
Nightwing – Trail mix.
Spoiler:
“He eats it mid-flip. Thinks it’s healthy. It’s 80% chocolate.”
Red Hood:
“He’s pretending to be functional. He’s not. There are atleast three broken bones and a smile.”
Signal:
“He offered me dried cranberries and a warning once.”
Red Robin – Cold pizza and black coffee.
Spoiler:
“His diet is literally ‘emergency at all times.’”
Red Hood:
“Do you know how many times I’ve seen him eat crust and mutter, ‘justice never sleeps’? He sleeps never.”
Signal:
“He tried to replace my electrolytes with Monster Energy. I fought him.”
Robin – Plain almonds and wrath.
Spoiler:
“Once saw him eat a raw bell pepper on a stakeout like a cartoon villain.”
Red Hood:
“Called my Pop-Tarts ‘commoner food.’”
Signal:
“He judges snacks like they insulted his honor.”
Batman – Black coffee and empty silence.
Red Hood:
“Man once turned down a sandwich because it had ‘too much personality.’”
Spoiler:
“He looked at a granola bar like it was emotionally vulnerable.”
Signal:
“I gave him nightwings trail mix. He handed me a mission report.”
Oracle – Goldfish crackers and side-eyes.
Spoiler:
“Eats them while hacking the NSA and roasting your grammar.”
Red Hood:
“She doesn’t snack. She tactically nibbles.”
Signal:
“She carries them in a utility pouch. Respect.”
Orphan – Dried mango and quiet power.
Spoiler:
“She offered me one, mid-fight, and then suplexed a guy. I cried.”
Red Hood:
“She is nourishment incarnate.”
Signal:
“I once watched her eat a mango and walk through fire. Unbothered. Untouchable.”
Signal – Apple slices and hot chips.
Spoiler:
“Chaos and vitamins. You contain multitudes.”
Red Hood:
“You bring Takis into the Cave and still lecture us about hydration.”
Signal:
“Its because I’m almost always correct and im luminous.”
Red Hood – Beef jerky and vengeance.
Signal:
“You don’t eat. You conquer that shit”
Spoiler:
“You once dipped Slim Jims in espresso. That’s not okay.”
Red Hood:
“Pain builds character. And strong jawlines. Id know. Trust me.”
Spoiler – Pocky and emotional damage.
Red Hood:
“She eats twelve in a row then kicks a war criminal in the neck.”
Signal:
“You’re basically fueled by purple rage and sugar.”
Spoiler:
“I am the serotonin Gotham doesn’t deserve but needs so desperately.”
[Sudden crashing noise.]
Red Hood:
“Was that Red Robin?”
Signal:
“He just fell into the Zeta Tube again.”
Spoiler:
“Throw a granola bar down there. He’ll stabilize. Probably ”
And that's it for today with the Robins after Dark and our human daylight Signal
[Outro music: an aggressively bad kazoo solo. Maybe intentional.]
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cherry on top 🍒 mafia boss!seungcheol x reader. (3)
being in a situationship is already pretty hard. being in a situationship with a petty mafia boss who has never dated before? much, much harder. previous chapter + masterlist.
💰 Expense report filed by mafia financial officer, Lee Seokmin
SUBJECT: Personal Expenditures – S.Coups re: Civilian Target
CATEGORY: GIFTS / SURPRISES
Custom Silk Scarf (Monogrammed with "S.C.") – $1,350.00 └ Ordered from Paris boutique. Civilian target wore it once, commented: "It's soft, but why is his name on it?"
Limited Edition Vinyl Record (Frank Ocean – Blonde) – $880.00 └ Gifted after argument #7. Civilian target was seen smiling while playing track 14.
Midnight Ice Cream Delivery – From Rome, Italy – $4,700.00 (incl. private courier) └ Civilian target said: "You could've just gotten Häagen-Dazs." Boss replied: "This has basil. It’s romantic."
CATEGORY: DAMAGE CONTROL / APOLOGIES
Floral Arrangements (x12) from 12 Different Florists – $2,160.00 └ Delivered over 48 hours post-miscommunication re: "flirting waiter" incident. One bouquet was left untouched in the hallway. The rest were used as Instagram story props.
Therapist Retainer (Anonymous Booking, Civilian Target) – $3,000.00 └ Civilian target has not claimed these sessions. Boss insists it's "just in case she realizes she needs help processing me."
Reimbursement for Civilian Target’s Broken Mug (accidentally knocked over during jealous argument) – $25.00 └ Mug was shaped like a cat. Boss replaced it with an expensive glass tumbler. Civilian target was not amused.
CATEGORY: SMALL & QUESTIONABLE EXPENSES
Custom Engraved Bullet Pendant ("So You Think I’m Scary, Huh?") – $300.00 └ Intended as ironic gift. Civilian target laughed, wore it once to annoy him. Boss framed photo.
Spotify Premium (Family Plan – Only One Member) – $15.99/mo └ Boss created 17hr playlist titled "if i die it’s her fault but i’d still thank her." Civilian target unknowingly listens to it often.
Gluten-Free Baking Class (Online, Gifted to Civilian Target’s Aunt) – $220.00 └ She mentioned her aunt wanted it. He took notes. Civilian target unaware of mafia-funded culinary education in progress.
Donation to Shelter Where Civilian Target Volunteers – $5,000.00 └ Made anonymously. Boss requested they name a puppy after her. They did. Civilian target unsure why a rottweiler named "Beloved" exists.
CATEGORY: UNAUTHORIZED PERSONAL SPENDING
Rental of Entire Rooftop Restaurant for "Casual Talk" – $12,000.00 └ Civilian target refused to show up. Ate ramen alone at home. Boss sat through three-course meal with two phones: one for business, one specifically for her texts and calls.
Suit Tailoring (New Lapels for Better Hug Experience) – $900.00 └ Boss: "She said my suits were stiff. I made them hug-friendly."
Jet Fuel Surcharge – Roundtrip to Seoul, 3 hours total visit – $15,700.00 └ Purpose: "To see her smile."
TOTAL EXPENSES TO DATE: $49,250.99
RECOMMENDATION/S: Immediate financial intervention or a mandatory sit-down with Boss regarding boundaries, budgets, and basic human dating behavior.
👂 Surveillance transcript filed by mafia soldier, Chwe Hansol
DATE RANGE: ███████████-███████████ LOCATION: Civilian Target's Apartment, Unit 13S BUG #7: Living Room Lamp (Active)
TRANSCRIPT 001 – 23:43 HRS
S.COUPS: Why is there a toothbrush that’s not mine in your bathroom? YOU: Because I live here. And sometimes people visit me. It’s called having a life. S.COUPS: Who visits you? Give me names. Socials. Blood types. YOU: You are so exhausting. [SOUND: Footsteps. Fridge opens.] S.COUPS: Don’t change the subject. That toothbrush has a blue handle. Blue is a masculine color. YOU: Oh my god, are you jealous of a toothbrush now? [SOUND: Prolonged silence. Soft muttering.] S.COUPS: ...It’s suspiciously ergonomic.
TRANSCRIPT 004 – 07:12 HRS
YOU: Why are you folding my laundry? S.COUPS: Because you do it wrong. YOU: What does that even mean? S.COUPS: You mix textures. Cotton with wool. It’s chaos. This is what chaos feels like. YOU: You literally blow up cars for a living. S.COUPS: Yeah, but strategically.
TRANSCRIPT 008 – 14:09 HRS
YOU: Why is there a bag of gummy bears on my pillow? S.COUPS: You said you liked them. YOU: Once. In passing. S.COUPS: I take notes. On everything. You also like your coffee with oat milk and you talk in your sleep about octopus documentaries. YOU: That’s creepy. S.COUPS: It’s called “caring.” YOU: It’s called surveillance. [SOUND: Muffled laughing, presumably from YOU.]
TRANSCRIPT 015 – 00:03 HRS
YOU: Did you pick a fight with your own underboss because he liked one of my photos? S.COUPS: He put a heart and a fire emoji. That’s a double reaction. It’s aggressive. YOU: You are so—so emotionally constipated. S.COUPS: You say that like it’s a bad thing. YOU: It is a bad thing! [SOUND: Struggle noises, unclear. Presumed YOU threw a pillow at S.COUPS and he retaliated by tackling YOU on to the couch.] NOTE: Possible physical altercation turns to intimacy. Redacted for discretion.
TRANSCRIPT 017 – 01:26 HRS
YOU: Stop staring at me. S.COUPS: I’m memorizing your face. Don’t make this harder than it is. [SILENCE FOR 13 SECONDS.] YOU: ...Why is there a tiny blinking light in my lamp? S.COUPS: Oh no. YOU: Did you seriously bug my apartment?! S.COUPS: Okay, first of all, you’re being very judgmental right now. YOU: Because you’re a lunatic. S.COUPS: I'll give you one guess as to whose fault is that. YOU: Take the damn bug out of my lamp, you psycho! NOTE: S.COUPS neglected to turn bug off. Argument ensued; redacted for discretion. Intimacy ensued. Also redacted.
END OF AVAILABLE TRANSCRIPT. ADDT'L NOTE: REQUESTING TO BE MOVED OUT OF SURVEILLANCE DIVISON ASAP.
📓 Therapy session notes filed by Dr. Boo Seungkwan, licensed psychiatrist affiliated with ████████ Syndicate
SESSION: 3rd of prescribed 10-week cycle
INITIAL OBSERVATIONS: Patient arrived precisely on time, wearing a tailored black suit, slightly wrinkled as though he'd been pacing before arrival. Hair unkempt, hands clenched for most of the session. Eyes noticeably tired. Declined water. Brought a half-eaten bag of gummy bears, claiming "They calm me down. She likes them too."
Presented with guarded posture, alternating between overconfidence and sudden emotional vulnerability. Exhibits hallmark signs of high-functioning control dependence, paired with emotional suppression and limited interpersonal processing tools.
SESSION THEMES
1. Obsession with Control: Patient admits to bugging the civilian target’s apartment ("It was for her safety") and maintaining a detailed log of her daily habits. Claims these measures are a form of care. When asked what he fears would happen without this control, he replied, "She might stop needing me."
Expressed frustration when civilian target expressed autonomy: "She does things without telling me. Like she has a life or something." Tone was sarcastic but undercut with genuine confusion.
2. Difficulty Processing Emotions
Patient struggles to name his emotions beyond anger and protectiveness. When prompted to describe how he feels when civilian target smiles at him, he paused for 47 seconds before muttering: "Like I'm about to combust, but in a good way?"
Displays discomfort with perceived emotional weakness. Used humor and territorial possessiveness to deflect.
Quote: "She called me emotionally constipated. That's unfair. I feel things. I just don't show them. I'm not a chihuahua in a sweater." (Analogy unclear.)
3. Devotion to Civilian Target
His attachment is intense and deeply internalized. He referenced at least eight specific events he organized to make her life easier, ranging from "tailoring suit lapels for better hugs" to "funding her aunt’s gluten-free hobby."
Refers to her as "the only thing that makes me think twice before pulling a trigger."
Appears to be undergoing identity shift: from feared mafia boss to a man attempting—often poorly—to be emotionally available. Indicates willingness to grow, albeit via unconventional and often unhinged methods.
Notable Quote: "I don't know what being a boyfriend means. But if it means checking all her windows are locked and ordering her ice cream from Italy when she's sad, then I'm already trying."
TREATMENT PLAN
Begin cognitive restructuring around concepts of emotional intimacy vs. surveillance.
Introduce grounding techniques for obsessive behaviors.
Assign weekly "emotional vocabulary" journaling.
Strongly recommend cessation of all illegal tracking devices.
PROGNOSIS: Patient displays exceptional loyalty, obsessive commitment, and a deep desire to improve for the sake of the civilian target. Progress will be slow, as foundational emotional processing tools are underdeveloped. However, signs of potential are present.
Patient left session saying, "Don't tell her I cried. But also, maybe do. I don't know. What would make her like me more?" Then insisted that I forward these notes to her, threatening to cease sessions otherwise. Will have to consult with mafia leadership.
DIAGNOSIS: High-functioning attachment disorder with control dependency and romantic maladjustment. Currently treating with compassion, sarcasm, and an iron will.
NEXT SESSION SCHEDULED: ████████
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🎧 Shutting you up mid argument with a kiss - Maknae line edition 🎧
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Hyung Line
📖 Summary: Basically what the title says 🤭
⚠️ Warnings: Cursing as always; Arguments; kissing; fluff; angst but nothing too extreme; If I missed anything please tell me; NOT PROOFREAD
🖋️ Author’s Note: Saw a gif of a man shutting a girl up with a kiss and got inspired so hopefully you'll like it. Will do a reverse version too so stay tuned~
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Han
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To say that you were pissed off would be severe misunderstanding. Your whole day was just a pure nightmare. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong and now, to put it simply, you were basically a walking ticking bomb. The slightest disturbance would be enough to tip you over the edge and make you snap.
Honestly all you really wanted was to go home and just sleep. Preferably with Jisung cuddling you, but you weren’t picky.
As long as you got some sleep.
Your apartment was dimly lit when you entered so that’s why you didn’t notice Jisung’s bag he most likely he just threw on the ground when he got back home. Thank God you managed to catch yourself mid fall, or else would have broken at least a nose. And you would have to kill Jisung.
Hoesly you wanted to yell at him. You had warned him at least million times to not leave his junk out in the middle of room like that. But at the same time, you were so tired you decided against it.
“Hey baby.” You heard Jisung’s raspy voice before you felt his arms around you, his scent immediately surrounding you, almost fully melting away the day’s stress.
The keyword being almost.
Because the minute you were done with your stuff you immediately went to your bedroom.
And the sight made your blood boil.
“Han Jisung get your ass over here!”
You head the screech of his computer chair. A heavy thud. And then quick footsteps of Han rushing full speed towards the room.
“What is it are you okay?” He was so out of breath and visibly panicking and normally you would have found it endearing but not today. Not now.
You pointed at the bed which was covered with unfolded laundry. You asked Han million times to take care of it. You were tired of watching it migrate from bed to the chair in your room. But here you were. You weren't’ perfect example of cleanliness and you knew Han was a messy person, but it was like he never cleaned after himself. You knew he had hectic schedules, but you weren’t free as a bird either. Also, it was tiring for you to be one always cleaning around the house. So, him leaving the laundry untouched yet again really tipped you over.
“I’m sorry baby, I completely forgot about it....” Han started frantically explaining himself, clearly nervous and guilty but you didn’t let him finish.
“No, I asked you so many times to take care of it! It’s your laundry too! You always promise to help with chores, but I am always stuck doing them all alone!” You took a deep breath, noticing yourself how you were slowly picking up a pace as you argued. You hated whenever you lashed out like this, especially at Han, but damn it you were tired!
“I am not your personal made Jisung! I don’t understand why you treat me as such! Or do you think magical faeries keep the house clean or some bullshit like that. All I wanted was to go to sleep and finally relax but now I have to stress about how the house is a literal mess. It just simply shows how little you respect me!”
“Baby...” He started again but you were not done. You noticed that he was starting to get anxious, that he was watching you with sad puppy eyes while fidgeting with the hems of his hoodie, lifting his weight from one leg to the other. You felt bad but you had to speak up.
“Don’t baby me Jisung. I am tired too. How many times are you going to conveniently forget to do something and watch me do it for you?”
“I’m sorry baby. I really am.” You heard Jisung mutter out.
“You can’t just get away with this by saying sorry. You always do this! Apologize and then do the same shit a...” You couldn’t even finish your sentence.
Because he was kissing you.
His hands cupping your jaw, so gently, so desperately.
Like you were most precious and fragile porcelain doll.
You have kissed millions of times. You got through various of different things together. But never like this had he kissed you.
You felt your anger slowly wash away as you slowly sank into the kiss.
“What’s with the kiss?” You finally asked, breathless, once he leaned back, your heart beating like crazy. Your whole body on fire.
Jisung smiled, his hair disheveled from your hands, his lips red and swollen from kissing you. His face clearly flushed, though you doubted you looked any better. but he still looked awkward. He leaned in and gave you another short peck. “I promise I will be better.” You both heard and felt him mutter this against your lips. His voice low, sincere. “I will help around more.” Another kiss and you felt like floating. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I didn’t appreciate you.”
“You better make up for it then.”
“Right this second your highness.” Smiling just like his usual sunshine self he leaned in and gave you another loving peck before heading to start cleaning up, starting with the laundry on your bed.

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Some people say family is everything. And honestly? They’re right. They’re the people who know you best, who support you through life’s toughest moments, who stand by you no matter what.
They’re also the people most likely to drive you absolutely insane. And make you want to pluck out your hair strand by strand.
Like, it’s one thing when a stranger is being mildly irritating—someone cutting in line, talking too loudly on the phone, or walking too slowly when you’re in a hurry. That’s annoying, sure, but you can shake it off. It’s temporary.
But family? Oh no. They know exactly where your buttons are, and they press them with the precision of a NASA engineer launching a spacecraft. And because you love them—because you can’t just walk away forever—it somehow makes their antics ten times more infuriating.
It’s the paradox of unconditional love: the people closest to you are also the ones who can send you into a spiral over something as simple as the way they chew their food.
Let’s just say tonight’s dinner was a total battlefield.
And you didn’t know if you were winning losing.
Do you know how some people have this relative everyone or almost everyone keeps comparing you to since you’re born? It’s a complete nightmare if both of you are the same age. It’s always lie do you know they did this they did that, they have the most perfectest grades, they graduated early, they are now studying medicine, law or something really respectworthy like that. Oh they work now, oh NASA just recruited them, oh they saved a president.
And worst of all they are getting married so when are you.
It is especially hard when your family knows you’re dating. And your boyfriend of three years (oh no right) is right next you and your family absolutely loves him! So you can imagine how the boot on your neck pressuring you to get married got heavy.
For the whole night you had to hear basically everyone’s opinion on how you should live your own damn life. They didn’t even let you say anything! And when you finally managed to speak up and say something they ignored you and went over you like you were some dumb kid.
And then the perfection incarnate decided to have a chat with you and Felix- meaning you had to hear a whole ass speech how perfect their life was. And god that condescending tone! Honestly you still loved your family members, but damn some of them managed to piss you off so much! Like you wouldn’t even say hi to them if you weren’t related.
Thankfully you were headed back to your house now and since you couldn’t really say anything at dinner now you were compensating by speaking what was on your mind. Well arguing and ranting was a better word to describe your action but a person’s gotta vent.
“Seriously the audacity some people have. If I have to hear how someone’s life is so perfect and amazing and how you should just set it as your life goal to live by their example I will lose my mind! And what’s up with this relentless marriage talk and you should have children bullshit?! I will get married and start a family whenever I see fit!”
You were so passionate about your whole damn rant you didn’t even realize that you got home. You really didn’t stop talking for a whole ride. Talk about yapping.
“And what was up with them cornering you about asking for my hand? It’s so frustrating! It's our relationship, it’s not something to be discussed so publicly like it’s everyone’s business. We will go in our pace. I mean as long as I’m happy why should it matter, right Felix?” You had barely finished your sentence when he decided to wrap his hands around you and lean in to seal your lips ina loving gently kiss.
Your breath hitched, it was like your whole mind crashed like an old computer for a second. Your whole body was on a fire in a second, your heart beating like crazy.
Did he even realize what kind of effect he had on you?
“You’re cute when you’re worked up like this.” Felix whispered against your ear when he leaned back for some air. The hot breath sending shiver down your spine.
“You’re such a tease.” You grumbled, but you didn’t really mind being shut up like this.

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It started with something stupid like the correct way to load a dishwasher. Silly right? But now you had a whole silent war going on with him because both of you were prideful assholes.
You knew it was dumb, but it just pissed you off how Seungmin always thought that he was always so right. Usually you loved how fact driven and logically thinking he was, you loved his confidence, but whenever pride also got in the way and he got all smug you just wanted to smack him. It made him more cold and smug like he was better than everyone else. And sometimes you felt like you were part of “everyone”.
You hated when you argued, so you decided to do the next best thing.
The silent treatment.
But how long would that last? Especially when Seungmin was determined to make you talk. But eventually his resolve started to crack.
“For how much longer do you plan to act like this?” You heard him ask, sounding all annoyed.
You decided to ignore him and resume what you were doing, which ironically was the thing that made you argue in the first place. You were putting dishes in the dishwasher.
And you obviously did it your way, which made Seungmin tsk.
“It won’t get washed that way, it’s pointless to have a dishwasher if you’re going to place dishes like that. I told you that baby.”
And just like that, with one comment from him, you snapped.
“Can you shut it?” Your voice was harsh. You had never spoken to him like this.
Seungmin scoffed. “So now you wanna talk?”
You placed the dish down. “Yes because I'm sick of it! You always have to be right and it’s so infuriating you know?” You took a deep breath, here it went. “It’s like you think you're some genius above the rest of us—so smug, so condescending—"
You took a deep breath. “Honesly it seemed like you only care about being right all of the time. Honestly sometimes you make me feel like you don’t even care about me!”
Seungmin scoffed- "Smug? That’s harsh. I prefer ‘confident.” He tilted his head, a smug smile appearing on his face. He continued. “And let’s be honest, would I argue this much if I didn't care about you?"
"Oh, so now you care? That’s rich—" You started exasperated, your voice rising by the second against your judgement.
Seungmin stepped closer, his face unreadable. “Obviously I do. That’s why we argue over stupid shit like this! If I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be here arguing with you about how to place dishes in the dishwasher! I wouldn’t care how you do it. You also wouldn’t be yelling at me if you didn’t care either." You didn’t miss how his voice dropped, in the end, his voice sounded so sincere. But...
You blinked.
Not going to lie you didn’t know what to say. He managed to catch you off guard. But you were not going to back down. "I—No. Don’t flip this on me, this isn’t about me, this is about—"
And then, without warning, his lips were on yours. At first you were confused, then came anger, because he was just shutting you up, avoiding the conversation, but then you realized. The way he held you oh so gently, despite his hands slightly trembling... And for the first time in your short relationship you saw right through him. It's like you saw him for the first time. Instead of shutting you up he was almost like apologizing. It was knowing. Deliberate. The kind of kiss that said, I hear you. That said, I don’t just think I’m right—It‘s just my way of taking care of you. I just want the best for you.
The frustration dissolves into something else entirely, because really, who gave him the right to kiss this perfectly? His hand came up—just barely brushing against your jaw, lingering like he was waiting for you to pull away, except you didn’t.
And by the time he leaned back his face still looked unreadable but now you noticed how tenderly his eyes were gazing at you.
"I love you." He said it like it was the most simple thing to say and you caved.
A genuine smile found it’s way on your face.
“I love you.”

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It all started when your boyfriend decided he wanted attention. Which normally isn’t a a bad thing but it can be disruptive when you’re working on a major project, when you have a tight deadline and when you really really REALLY have to focus.
For the whole evening he didn’t really let you work in peace. He kept whining how you were giving him no attention and how it meant that you didn’t love him anymore. You had to talk to hyunjin later because he was corrupting your boyfriend.
In the end you couldn’t really focus and you kept getting distracted over and over again. And in result today you were swarmed with complains from your boss. And let’s just sat you were pretty much pissed now. But you didn’t feel like arguing with him so you decided to let go. But you still wanted to vent about how much of an asshole your boss was.
Jeongin was in a playfull mood today. And normally you loved his goofy side but right noe everything was irking you. You hinted at him several times that you wanted him to focus and listen to you without all the games and jokes but your every hint went over his head.
“What a bitch!” He gasped dramatically and clutched his imaginary pearls.
Now that you thougth about it you did overeact.
You snapped.
"Can you be serious for like...just five minutes, please?" Your voice was sharp. And you hated how he flinched for a second, not expecting you to snap out of you but you had to get everything out of your system
IN quickly regained his composure and grinned. "Five minutes? That’s ambitious."
"Jeongin." - You deadpanned. You hoped that you using his name would make him realize that you were being serious.
He blinked innocently still unaware. "What? I am serious. Mostly."
And that’s was the breaking point.
The frustration simmered over, and you started to talk.
"You never take anything seriously! It’s always jokes, always teasing—how am I supposed to have an actual conversation with you when you act like a literal child?"
Finally looking like he took this seriously now he raised an eyebrow. "A child? That’s dramatic."
You couldn’t help but throw your hands up. "It’s not dramatic Jeongin. it’s the truth! You joke around so much, I don’t even know if you listen half the time—"
The teasing glint in his eyes didn’t disappear completely, but something more focused, more intent sparked beneath it. He stepped closer, the usual playfulness slowly turning into something unreadable.
He started to talk, his voice, sincere. Almost like a whisper. "I listen.”- He started- “I listen way more than you think."
You decided to challenge him. "Oh, really? Then what exactly did I say just now—"
You thought something shifter in a second and then you really felt it.
One second he looked at you with passion, with something so raw, the next second his hand curled at the back of your neck and he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. It was raw and passionate. Your whole body was instantly on fire. You couldn’t help but cling onto him as he deepened the kiss. It was anything but childish—loving, deep, and entirely too knowing. Like he’s been waiting for this moment. To prove to you that he was very much a adult man.
By the time he pulled away, his smirk was infuriatingly self-satisfied.
Even more, the little tease started retelling you in every detail just what you had told him.
"Still think I don’t listen?" Oh you would smack him one of these days.
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TICK-TACK ✵ SOPHIA LAFORTEZA.



❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. MM, THE MORE I GET TO KNOW YOU
THE MORE I LIKE YOU .ᐟ
ᝰ.ᐟ the last thing you expect is for sophia to come to your family’s surf shop. she can’t surf. she won’t listen. you’re just trying to do your job, but she clearly has other plans.
ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. richgirl!sophia x surf instructor!reader (no gendered terms) ᝰ.ᐟ genre. fluff (suggestive if you squint) ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). none 🙂↔️
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ᝰ.ᐟ katty had to give yall smth cute bc i have so many smut requests
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THE SUN'S JUST STRETCHING OVER the horizon when you slide the storage shed open, sand already warm beneath your feet. early mornings are your favorite. it’s before the tourists clog the water and you’re alone with peace and quiet. just you, the salt breeze, and the steady rhythm of waves crashing in the distance.
you wax your board with muscle memory, watching the shoreline roll in and out. you’ve got a full schedule today — mostly beginners, mostly foreigners who think they’ll master surfing in one lesson because they did yoga twice. you’ve got patience, though.
you’re flipping through the day’s roster when you hear it. laughter, loud and glittery, cutting through the morning silence. then, the unmistakable click of designer sandals on wooden planks.
you look over.
she’s got long legs and longer hair, dark and somehow untouched by the wind. she’s in a bikini that probably cost more than your entire paycheck for this week, designer sunglasses, and a cover up that flows like she’s modeling for a victoria's secret ad.
you glance back down at your clipboard and one name stands out.
sophia.
no last name. no equipment rented. notes: “never surfed, very excited.”
“hi. i’m here for my surf lesson?” she says with effortless charm.
you nod once, pen tapping the paper. “never surfed before?”
“not even once. but i’ve been told i have incredible balance. pilates, y’know?” she beams.
you don’t, actually. but you gesture to the board propped nearby anyway. “grab that one. we’ll start on the sand.”
she eyes it like it might bite her. “that one?”
“that one.”
you don’t offer to carry it and she doesn’t ask. she manages, barely, dragging it over with a slight pout and some quiet struggles. you wait.
“okay. we’re gonna start with the basics.” you say once she’s kneeling beside it awkwardly.
“i love basics.” she says, flashing you a smile that’s probably made hundreds of people fold.
you kneel beside her and demonstrate hand placement, how to pop up, foot position. she nods slow and serious like she’s listening. she isn’t.
when you ask her to try, she steps onto the board and sticks her ass up like she’s arching her back for someone. you squint at her.
“that’s not what i showed you.”
“it’s what you should’ve shown me. ten times more flattering.” she says, glancing over her shoulder.
you don’t smile, but your eyes linger a little longer than they should before you stand.
“let’s get in the water.”
the ocean is calm which is perfect for beginners. still, she eats it on the first wave. and the second. and the third. she’s not even trying to stand by the fourth, just floating there, kicking lazily like she’s tanning.
you paddle over.
“you’re not standing.”
she tilts her head, looking at you through her wet lashes. “maybe i like the view better down here.”
you raise an eyebrow. “what, the seaweed?”
“no. you.” she says, flashing that smug little grin.
you pause.
then you shift your stance slightly, water coming up at your waist as you lean one forearm onto her board. not flustered, but close enough that her teasing falters for half a second.
“you know, most people at least pretend they want to learn before trying to flirt with their instructor.” you murmur dryly.
her smile widens. “but you’re smiling.”
“am i?”
“mhm. right there. barely. but it’s cute.” she pokes your shoulder.
you hum under your breath and shift back to steady her board.
“alright, flirt later. try to stand now.”
she lets out a dramatic sigh. “fine. but only because you asked nicely.”
“i didn’t.” you deadpan.
she smiles again and props herself up like she’s about to finally try — before looking back at you with a wink. “don’t forget to hold my waist.”
you do.
only to adjust her form.
mostly.
and when she falls again, splashing and laughing, you’re the one who reaches out, palm steady under her elbow.
you realize as she flops dramatically back onto her board that this girl is either going to quit in thirty minutes… or book another lesson just to keep flirting with you.
you’re betting on the latter.
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Greetings! May I request Luffy x reader who used to be so nonchalant and reserved but after the timeskip, reader can't help but secretly stare and admire luffys muscles especially in wano when luffy was in prison and reader got caught up in the mess. Reader is basically simping and blushing as they stared, sometimes wishing to be held by luffy because of it.
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You were always the calm one—until two years passed and Luffy's muscles became a problem.
LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, ooc(?), simping!reader, comfort a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe n akward word count: 1k
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You used to be the composed one.
Cool. Calm. Unbothered.
Whether it was Luffy announcing a war with the World Government over lunch or Zoro getting lost on the same ship, you never flinched. Your reactions were measured, your tone even. If Robin was “mysterious” and Zoro was “stoic,” you were “unshakably chill.” That was your brand.
Then the timeskip happened.
And now? Now you had a problem. A tall, tan, infuriatingly ripped problem.
It started the moment you saw him again on Sabaody. You didn’t expect much to change—maybe a new scar, some new techniques, a slightly deeper voice. What you didn’t expect was the muscle. Luffy, the rubber goofball you once had to stop from putting forks in outlets, had come back with biceps that could casually snap chains and pecs that flexed when he so much as breathed.
You were not okay.
But you could deal with it. You were good at hiding things. Two years of control didn’t break that easily.
Until Wano.
Wano was chaos, but it was beautiful. You had joined up with the group that infiltrated the Flower Capital, your identity masked in stolen rags. Everything went relatively smoothly—until Luffy punched kaido who is untouchable, got caught, and thrown into a prison camp.
Naturally, you dove headfirst into the mess to follow him. You told yourself it was strategic. You told yourself someone had to watch his back.
But let’s be honest: you saw those chains, those muscles bulging under the sun, the sweat glistening down his chest—and your brain went static.
You were absolutely, one-hundred percent, down bad.
“Hey,” Luffy’s voice snapped you out of your trance.
You blinked, realizing you’d been staring again. Not just staring—mouth slightly open, red-faced, nearly-drooling staring.
“H-Huh? Yeah?” you coughed, rubbing your face like it might wipe away the blush.
Luffy looked at you curiously, a big chunk of dango sticking out of his mouth. “You okay? Your face is all red.”
“I’m fine,” you muttered, turning away so fast you nearly tripped over a bucket.
He caught your arm—easily, with that damn veiny forearm—and steadied you like it was nothing.
“Whoa SHISHISHI,” he laughed, bright and unbothered. “You really okay?”
You nodded quickly, but your heart was screaming: No. I’m not. You touched me and now I’m going to die.
You spent your prison days doing everything you could to seem normal. You focused on the plan, helped stir rebellion among the prisoners, and tried to ignore the fact that Luffy kept lifting entire stone slabs shirtless.
Sometimes you stole glances. Okay—often.
One day, you caught him mid-training, shirt half-off, sweat gleaming under the sunlight filtering through the bars. He was laughing with Hyogoro, his muscles flexing with every movement, and you just stood there behind a crate, watching like a total creep.
I want to be held by those arms, you thought—and then smacked yourself so hard the guy next to you flinched.
You made a promise to yourself: no more ogling. You were a samurai of dignity. Or something.
That promise lasted six hours.
“You’ve been acting weird,” Luffy said bluntly one morning, tossing a dango at you. “Weird-weird. Not your usual chill-weird.”
“I’m fine,” you lied, biting into the dango like it owed you money.
“You stare a lot,” he added, unbothered as always. “Especially when I’m working out.”
You choked. He patted your back, grinning. “See? shishishi! that’s what I mean.”
You didn’t know what was worse—that he noticed, or that he was cool about it.
Things got worse the next day, when Queen decided to throw another death game. You were chained up next to Luffy, side by side in the cold prison dirt.
He was still shirtless, breathing hard from the fight, and glowing in the sunlight.
He turned to you, his voice low for once. “You okay?”
“I’m—” You met his eyes, your chest tight. The sunlight painted across his collarbone. You were way too close. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” His voice dropped even more. “You look… kinda sad.”
You didn’t mean to say it. Really, you didn’t.
But you mumbled, “Just wish I could lean on you for a bit.”
There was a pause.
Then Luffy, ever literal, opened his arm and said, “...Okay.”
You froze. Blinked. Was he serious?
“You said you wanna lean on me, right?” he said with a smile. “Go ahead.”
“…I didn’t mean—” You swallowed. “Okay.”
You leaned in.
His skin was warm. His arm settled around you. He smelled like sweat, dango, and something distinctly him—earthy and light.
You didn’t move for a long time.
And neither did he.
After that, something changed.
Luffy started hovering a little more. Sitting closer. Sometimes his shoulder would bump yours “accidentally.” He started sparring shirtless on purpose, claiming it was “hot” (it wasn’t). One night, he even offered you his lap when there wasn’t enough room on the floor.
You refused.
Then agreed 30 seconds later.
He grinned the whole time, like he knew something.
Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore.
It was a quiet moment in the prison yard. Most of the guards were asleep. Luffy was practicing his haki again, his back turned, muscles flexing as he struck the stone.
“Luffy,” you said, heart in your throat.
He stopped. Turned, face open. “Yeah?”
You didn’t know how to say it, not without sounding like an idiot. So you just blurted:
“You look really good.”
There was a beat of silence.
Luffy tilted his head. “Good?”
“Like—” You threw your hands up. “Muscles. Strong. Attractive. I don’t know, okay? You got buff and now I can’t think straight.”
He blinked.
You buried your face in your hands. “I’ve been staring for weeks and I’m sorry I’m weird and probably creepy and—”
“Cool,” Luffy said simply.
You peeked out between your fingers. “What?”
“I think you look good too,” he said. “Your punches are stronger. And I like your face.”
Your heart stopped.
“You—what?”
He walked over. “Wanna lean on me again?”
You stared. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned wider. “But strong, right?”
You laughed despite yourself. “Yeah. Strong.”
You leaned into him again, this time with your arms around his waist. He held you like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Later, when you were all free and celebrating under the cherry blossoms, Luffy came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled into your neck.
“You’re still staring,” he teased.
You blushed. “So? You’re still showing off.”
“Maybe,” he said, pressing his face into your shoulder. “I like when you look.”
You were so screwed.
But maybe being hopelessly into your captain wasn’t so bad after all.
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PURE CONSCIOUSNESS: THE SOURCE WITHIN US ALL
pure consciousness is the pure awareness that was here before you before you were given a name, an identity, a body, a story. everything around is all just consciousness every thought is just consciousness, every emotion is just a state of consciousness. anger, happiness, love, sadness, envy, greed etc every emotion and every thought is just a state of consciousness because being aware of your 4d reality and 3d reality is how you consciously manifest, often negative thoughts can arise which comes part of your ego.
fighting against it feeds your ego, because it thrives on resistance, the more you resist the stronger it becomes. now, negative thoughts don’t actually have a meaning unless you give it a meaning, the key is either to ignore the thought and let it pass like a cloud and don’t engage or you flip it, so whatever you are affirming, introducing a new belief like my SP is obsessed with me for example ahem, you may have a belief part of your self concept that completely contradicts that such as i am not good enough or men just prefer other women or whatever, when you introduce a new thought that you are trying to create as an assumption your ego comes in with the alarm bells ringing, now it’s up to you to either ignore your ego or flip the thought and say nope he is obsessed with me now this is basically telling your ego to shut the fuck up the more you keep affirming and ignoring the negative thoughts and flipping them to say NOPE and whatever you are affirming.
nope, i’m a master of the void. nope, i’m loved and adored by all. nope, i’m a money magnet. nope my sp loves me
these are just examples of affirmations of you flipping it against the negative thoughts because you don’t want to engage with them you want to keep persisting, persisting shuts the ego down and allows the new belief to form.
so with pure consciousness this just the state of pure, raw awareness where you are connected with your higher self, your god self, your subconscious. it’s your home and usually the keys to unlocking these doors are normally thru SATS, like where you go to sleep or waking up first thing but it can also be achieved by meditating because meditating is just allowing your body to relax and fall asleep while the mind itself stays awake and this is what SATS is state akin to sleep but also mind awake body asleep! so behind every thought, feeling, identity, and your story there is just silence. this is a space untouched by time and space and matter it’s just you, it’s a state that’s within you so it’s not hard to reach. there is no way of purchasing a void ticket to board the consciousness express to the void state it’s a state within you, like i said every thought and feeling and emotion is also just a state of consciousness but this state of consciousness within you is PURE state it’s the pure and raw state where you are disconnected from this world with no name or body or identity essentially you are like a bubble just floating in nothingness. this is exactly what you are when you sleep, when you sleep and dream you also enter pure consciousness only you are just now aware because the conscious brain is fully shut off so when you dream you can’t see, hear, feel, smell or taste anything. with pure consciousness it’s only having your logical brain turn off so the ego shuts down and you stop identifying with yourself and your thoughts which neville goddard referred to as being unconditional.
so when trying to access pure consciousness, the key is to let go of everything and stop trying to force it because it’s your true nature and the only reason everything manifests instantly is because there is no space or time, there is no ego to interfere and there is no 3d reality you are connected to, you are just nothing but you become everything at the same time. you have no identity, no ego, no body, no past you are just aware you are existing in your raw and truest form.
most of you also struggle entering because you can’t drop the desire of trying to force it, you aren’t allowing yourself to relax and just surrender to become your true self, you may also try to enter with the idea of manifesting but also drop it, drop the need to control the desired outcome. as neville goddard taught it - being unconditional so affirming without conditioning those words to return to your true self and this means letting go of everything around you, your identity, your ego, your past. only then can you fully achieve pure consciousness when you drop the desire to enter and just surrender and let go of everything will you transcend to this pure and raw state. in this state once it’s reached do you want to condition those affirmations which will then manifest instantly as it’s free from resistance and interference of the ego and because you have no 3d reality in this state but your subconscious mind knows of everything you have lived for, the logistics of manifesting doesn’t matter in this state. you will shift to a reality with your desire and everything will be exactly as how you want it because you know what you want and your subconscious is you and it knows what you want.
ACCESSING IT:
now to enter, i wouldn’t essentially call this a method but more just a relaxation technique? idk but anyway this will involve using your 5 senses and also letting go of everything.
first i want you to think of your emotion, what are you feeling? excitement? nervous? angry? sad? whatever it is i want you to take a moment to calm yourself down because you want to be able to relax for this.
are you calm enough? if not keep going, if you are then good.
let’s move on.
now i want you to scan your body mentally from head to toe, scan each and every part to release the tension and let your body relax, when you feel relaxed you may feel like your body is asleep. if it doesn’t, then keep scanning or if you feel relaxed enough then you could choose to daydream or what. if you need to itch just go for it, it’s okay, moving your body for a second is okay because at this stage your only relaxing your body you haven’t focused on the mind part yet.
at some point your body should be asleep and you won’t feel any itching or the need to move it. have you reached it? great.
next part
okay onto the breathwork, this is for calming the mind fully now, take deep breaths, try the 4x4x4 method but i recommend trying to hold it as long as possible because this really really helps with trying to shut your mind off, there is no time process you just need to do it until you feel there’s no thoughts in your head or just until your mind feels relaxed enough.
now here is where you want to start engaging with your senses, the 5 senses. the goal is to disconnect from each one as you allow yourself to tracnscend deeper into your meditation or relaxation whatever you wanna call it but it allows you move towards the void.
so you can choose whatever sense you wanna focus on first but save your sight for last.
taste - bring your awareness to your taste, imagine you have no taste, no flavour, there is no sensation and disconnect from it, feel the absence in your mind.
smell- move your awareness on to your sense of smell, imagine you cannot smell anything around you, the air is clear, there is nothing and disconnect from it, feel that absence in your mind.
touch - move your awareness to your touch, feel your bed but now you want to start disconnecting from it, imagine yourself just floating, there is nothing there there is no body, disconnect from it and feel that absence in your mind.
hearing - move your awareness to your hearing, anything you hear around you imagine it fading away, you cannot hear anything, keep your focus on the surrounding all fading away one by one.
now is sight - this is where you want to focus on the blackness behind your lids and imagine that as all you can see, this is just nothing, it’s just black, it’s all you can see.
next step is basically shutting the ego down some thoughts may arise but just observe them because you want to be unconditional, don’t engage let them pass the more you ignore and focus on your breathing for now the faster the ego will turn itself off or just shut up basically.
now you should have relaxed ur body and disconnected from your senses or they should all feel faint start imaging yourself as a bubble or ball of light or whatever you want and pretend you don’t have a name, you don’t have a body or past: you don’t have an identity start telling yourself you don’t, imagine it. your ego may try to fight you but keep ignoring it eventually all will shut down, your ego will finally let go and shut up, you’ll feel as though you don’t have any identity or you are confident you don’t have one as you are just awareness without identity now.
by this point you should 100% be in SATS, start affirming I Am/I am pure consciousness/I am the void and try to convince yourself you are already there. focus on the darkness and keep affirming don’t engage with senses or your body leave it to sleep leave the surroundings to keep fading, leave the ego it’s quiet, leave the identity you don’t have one. keep affirming and surrender to it, you may feel symptoms you may not, you may float or spin, don’t pay attention to them ignore it and focus on being nothing eventually you will enter and you will feel a peace you may have never felt before, this is your true self and you’ll feel like your everything but nothing at the same time.
now you are here to either affirm and have it manifest instantly or just enjoy the peace!
THE VOID IS YOU! IT CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT YOU!



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I have been having SUCH a thought since the Thigh Riding, and I NEED to tell you.
We know reader has been loving Max and Charles’ thighs, but have you seen those silicone thigh toys? They’re basically ridged pads you strap to your thigh and…well you can guess what they do with them.
I just- I feel like it would elevate it, their sweet girl opening up to the world of toys whilst in the comfort of something she loved.
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summary: she’s oversensitive and hates vibrators. max and charles introduce her to something better.
༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. this is from december 2023, jesus christ. about fucking time right, @vetteltea? this has been haunting me in my sleep ever since this hit my inbox, now it’s y’all’s problem too < 333 psss, next post will either be toasty part two (toto) or a smau! (if you’re unsure about what these specific thigh toys are, look up “grinding pad sex toy” to get an idea of what i’m referencing).
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You’ve deeply repressed the memory of your orgasm-deprived outburst that kick started your sexual exploration with Max and Charles. Vaguely, you can remember saying that you possibly considered the thought of buying a vibrator to get yourself off since riding your pillow wasn’t enough anymore.
[…you’ve become depraved enough to consider buying a vibrator, but all packages delivered to this apartment have to be approved by max or charles to be sent up, and you’re definitely not bold enough to go out and buy one (and risk being seen by one of their fans or have to physically talk to someone to buy one)...]
[…you seem to have missed the fact that you sent their minds reeling and continue venting, “i don’t know what to do, maxy! i’ve been doing the same thing, and it’s NEVER failed me before. it’s cruel that it stopped working when you guys left me for more than a month! no matter how i did it–if i did the exact same things i’ve always been doing, or tried something new, nothing worked! i was literally just considering buying a fucking vibrator! a vibrator, charles, i’d rather run naked in the street than buy that online and have to put in this delivery address–”
charles gently presses finger against your mouth, shushing you. he pulls you into a deep hug, rubbing a hand up and down the length of your back , the motion pacifying you. he hums, and it vibrates through his chest to yours, “mmm, we’re home now, mon ange. there’s no need to run in the streets naked–” “definitely not,” max jumps in, reacting possessively at the implication of other people seeing you undressed. charles rolls his eyes and continues (like he’s not just as jealous as max), “or buy a vibrator. i know it must be so frustrating…”]
Charles was right. You didn’t have to go streaking or buy a sex toy to get off, your boyfriends took care of you. That night, you were satisfied by riding Max’s thigh. Then a few days later, you learned how to pleasure your men with handjobs. A couple of days after that you were fingerfucked into an altered mental state, then followed up with watching Charles cum untouched as Max ate him out. You had Max’s mouth on you next and weeks later in a Spanish villa, you allowed them to take your virginity.
The five days you three spent in that villa were filled with pleasure, as Max and Charles fulfilled every request of yours without question. In bed, on the sofa, from the kitchen floor to the dining table, from the hot tub to the bathroom shower, horizontally, vertically, parabolically, from dusk to dawn—the two years of relationship you had without sexual intimacy had been put to rest. The understanding, the vulnerability, and the trust rooted within everyone had led to that moment. It was worth it.
So, one would understand your confusion when Max drops the idea of sex toys in conversation with you and Charles on a random morning. With an audible noise of confusion, you tilt your head up at him adorably, and genuinely question, “Why would I use a toy when I have you two?” Your tummy tightened when that sentence caused Charles to look at you with dripping molten eyes and Max’s mumbled grumble about corrupting your innocence goes unheard. Minutes later, you were bent over the kitchen island, the skirt of your sundress shoved up around your waist, and your white panties dangling off of one ankle as they took turns eating you out. Needless to say, you forgot about the subject of conversation the moment they knocked your legs open.
Eventually, they do manage to have a chat about toys without it devolving into sex.
“Schat,” Max grabbed your attention, the clink of his silverware resting on his plate further interrupted your focus on spinning pasta onto your fork.
“Yes, Maxy?” you responded, meeting his eyes with a smile.
“After this discussion, we will never bring this up again if you are adamantly against the idea,” you brought your fork to your lips, munching away with a look of puzzlement, the Dutchman continued, “But, Charlie and I were talking…and we think, that—with your approval, of course—that there’s a chance you may enjoy experiencing and learning about sex toys, and how good they can make you feel. As long as either one of us is using them on you—and, with your hatred of them—they’re also not vibrators.”
You choked on your pasta, Charles making a noise of surprise as he rushed forward to pat you on the back.
Airways now cleared, you looked at Max with watery eyes, “There was not enough foreshadowing to let me know where the conversation was going. And, fuck vibrators. They are way too strong.”
The Monegasque’s eyes brightened with humor, “Hm. I think vibrators are nice, especially when they’re in Max’s hand.”
“You’re a menace and a freak,” the older man responded, “And she’s chronically sensitive. Don’t tease.”
Charles tugged at one of your curls, chuckling as he saw the brown skin of your cheeks redden.
“I mean,” you paused to play fight with your boyfriend, batting his hand from your hair cutely, “You guys haven’t been wrong with anything you’ve introduced me to. If you think that I might enjoy something…I guess I can try it. And, you’ll stop if I tell you to, right?”
“Always, mon ange.” “Of course, liefje.”
“Okay, then. I just don’t think there’s a toy that I’ll like?”
A smirk spread across Max’s lips when he glanced over at Charles, like they knew something you didn’t. His blue eyes were alight with humor as they looked back at you, “Let us worry about that.”
You did such a good job of letting your boyfriends “worry about sex toys” that you ended up forgetting the conversation happened. Until tonight, when you walked into your bedroom to see Charles on the bed completely naked, save for—what appears to be, a pink silicone pad strapped around his tanned, muscular thigh.
You freeze in the doorway, mouth parted, struggling to process the sight in front of you. The brunette is ruined. His hair is damp with sweat, strands of curls stuck to his forehead, and green eyes moist with dried tear tracks painting the ruddiness of his cheeks. His lips are bitten red, swollen, and moist with his spit—Max’s too. The bruises start on his collarbone, deep red marks brush along his clavicle and pecs, and there are visible imprints of teeth around his right nipple. Traces of Max’s unforgiving grip are painted on his waist, thumbprints obvious to your eyes. His cock looks painful; burning red, twitching randomly, the vein on his underside raised, and precome has been leaking out of his tip for a while if the puddle by the base is any telling.
Employing his skill for perfect timing, the en-suite door opens, and Max steps into the room with a bottle of lube in his hand.
“Charlie?” Max coos, walking over to the delirious man, pouting sympathetically when the brunette’s head falls forward to rest on his hip, ruffling his hair and scratching along his scalp. “Aren’t you going to thank our pretty girl for putting an end to your torture?”
“–rci, merci,” the exhausted man mumbles messily. Max hums in content, dropping the lube on the bed and gesturing for you to come closer. Tripping over your feet in haste to follow his order, you ask softly, “How long have you had him like this?”
“Around forty-five minutes,” Max shrugs, dismissively, “He was getting too excited as we waited for you to join us.”
Swallowing shakily, you inquire, “Excited about what?
“Your new sex toy.”
You gasp and Max’s eyes flutter across your face as he gages your reaction. Max sees you shift on your feet and casts look downward; your thighs are pressed together for friction—you’re aroused.
“Do you want to try it?”
“Yes, Max.”
The Dutchman smiles at you, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, and leans forward to press a multitude of chaste kisses on your lips, laughing lowly when you whine with displeasure as he ignores your attempts to deepen them. “You’re being so brave for me. Take your clothes off, pretty girl.”
Bare in the blink of an eye, you look at your older boyfriend for his next direction.
“Our Charlie,” Max starts, helping the fucked-out man sit up straight, “Has been so kind to volunteer his thigh to you. Strapped around it,” he pauses to slap his hand down beneath the toy, smirking at Charles’ delayed yelp, and squeezing the meat of his muscle warmly, “Is a ridged silicone pad designed to simulate the vulva and clit as you grind. The waves and spikes of silicone are malleable and soft,” Max drags his finger across them demonstratively, “and are smooth and bouncy as you slide across it, allowing for a continuous rubbing sensation—I did my research.”
Giggling nervously as your eyes flicker between Charles’ cock and the daunting pink slab of plastic, “I can tell. Um—I just ride it like it’s his thigh?”
Max nods and offers you his hand for stability as you move to straddle the pad. Charles blinks, raising trembling hands to rest on your hips, staring at you with hazy eyes. You sigh, tangling your hand in the nape of his hair and using it to pull him forward into a kiss. His lips are clumsy but eager as they move against yours, whimpers muffled into your mouth and beard scratching along your chin. He tries to tug you downwards to have you firmly sit on the pad but is halted by Max.
“Greedy, both of you,” Max snorts, picking up the forgotten bottle of lube and uncapping it to lightly drizzle some on the toy's surface, “I know you get wetter than the ocean but, better safe than sorry.”
He pats you on the ass in encouragement, and you shake your head with shame as you lower yourself down on the silicone, draping your arms around Charles’ shoulders and pausing to acquaint yourself with the new feeling. The chill of the lube startles you but aside from that, the toy is…comfortable. The raised hump sits perfectly against the curvature of your cunt and already, you’re anticipating the focused stimulation it will provide.
Max sits behind Charles and the bed sinks under his weight, barely jostling the Monegasque’s thigh. However, it’s enough of a movement that it causes one of the soft spikes to clip your clit, pushing a quiet noise of surprise from your lips.
“Oh,” you murmur airily.
Trying to hide the quirk of his lips, Max leans forward to whisper directly into Charles’ ear, “This seems awfully familiar to the first time she rode my thigh, no?”
You whimper audibly, knowing that he purposefully spoke loud enough for you to hear his words. Refusing to fixate on Charles’ reply, you circle your hips, breath catching as the various textures set your nerves ablaze. You understand that Max added the lube to prevent any unwanted roughness—it’s rendered unnecessary as your arousal starts to leak. Digging your nails into the younger man’s back, you rock your hips back and forth slowly, moaning freely as the waves are a consistent friction against your labia.
“It’s–fuck—i-it’s good.”
“Stuttering already,” Max tuts, and you feel the heat in your cheeks radiate down to your bouncing chest. Your rhythm roughens; dragging yourself along the toys in desperation, toes curling at every random press of the spikes against your outer lips and clit. Charles gasps in relief, your quickened pace causing his cock to bounce and rub against his abdomen in his puddle of precome. He gets lucky on every few grinds when you undulate forwards and his cock bounces to glide against your navel. His hands grip firmly around your hips and shove them into a jerkier motion, keeping you close to him so his reddened length can be soothed against your skin constantly.
The change in angle and position has caused the spikes to form a barrage around your clit and the waves drag over your entrance, teasing you with the feeling of being opened up. Dropping your head to hide your face in Charles’ neck, you muffle your pitchy moans and shrieks by tasting the sweat beading on his skin.
“I’m jealous, schatje,” Max speaks, “I almost want to pull her off of your thigh and have her sit on my face.”
Fresh tears spill from Charles’ eyes as he begs, “N-no-no—mmmph—please, ‘m close.”
Your hips start to rabbit against the toy, and the texture between your legs is overwhelming but too pleasurable to consider slowing.
Max yanks Charles’ head backward with a fist in his hair, “Do you want to cum, Charlie?”
The man in question babbles incoherently, chest trembling from lack of oxygen as he continues to sob; he tries to nod, but can’t, thanks to Max’s firm grip. The burning of his scalp doesn’t subdue him, it encourages him to keep tugging so the pain floods endorphins through his body.
“You know what to say,” Max states calmly, the words sending shivers down your spine. Your own body starts to tingle as you taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue; you’re too delighted at the new sensations to let any embarrassment build from reaching the edge quickly.
Charles struggles to get his tongue, lips, and vocal cords to cooperate. You see a frantic look light in his eyes, sure he’s trying to puzzle out what language he’s sane enough to communicate in. He manages to verbalize sounds that could be likened to Max’s name if you brush past his whimpers and cries.
“Plea–,” Charles tries to push the word out pitifully, “—ah, sss'il te pla—” his cock bumps against your navel, and his words cut off, eyes rolling back before he can finish begging.
A humorous laugh leaves Max; this is the easiest way Max has ever made the younger man lose his speech. He softens, and gives into the pillow prince, “You did so good, Charlie. You tried your hardest for me, yeah? You begged so prettily tonight, almost as pretty as you look. Such a good boy, Charles. You can cum.”
Strikingly, the approval works for both you and Charles. Twin cries of pleasure erupt as your orgasms blur your vision and burn through your muscles. The feeling of Charles’s cum splattering against your stomach sends another burst of light through your skin as you continue to grind fitfully on the silicone pad. A lake of wetness puddled on the poor man’s thigh, that squelches as you move.
Charles is rendered silent as his cock continues to pulse even when the flow of his release ceases. Max brings his hand down to squeeze at his base and Charles releases a choppy scream as it pushes another couple of ribbons out of him. His hips thrust upwards with every string, forcing hisses of over sensitivity to slip from you as it drags the soaked pad against your cunt. You would happily crawl off his thigh, but you haven’t regained feeling in your legs yet.
Thankfully, Charles deflates back into Max, his cock finally softening and slowly losing some of its flush. Tears start to leak from his eyes again, his chest shuddering through little sobs. You whimper softly at his tears and Max pulls you both to rest comfortably in the bed, as he shushes you two through the comedown. When the tears, shivers, and shakes halt, a pleased tilt of lips rises to Charles's face as his eyes dance between you and Max.
The Dutchman unclips the toy from Charles’s thigh and smirks at the wet peeling noise that sounds.
“So…I assume this toy has your approval?”
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WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 1



pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader
content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts.
summary. when your dad suggests a 'family vacation' with rafe and his siblings, you don't think much of it—but rafe is hiding something this trip is bound to expose p.s. i’m gonna make this in two (or more) parts because as i was writing i got carried away with the build up…
SERIES MASTERLIST
you and rafe had been basically inseparable since birth—well your birth—rafe was a couple years older than you. your moms had been best friends, but even after yours passed and his left, you guys stayed the same. everyone on the island knew you weren’t to be touched, looked at, or even thought about—you were rafe’s even if you weren’t dating. you didn’t mind though, it only saved you from dealing with all the guys with egos too big for their own good. plus rafe was good security—you were basically untouchable when you were around him, which was basically all the time.
sure, you had a few boyfriends here and there—those who were brave enough to deal with rafe on occasion, but nothing worked out. they either mysteriously left, or you broke up with them because they only wanted what they couldn’t have—which was you. you knew rafe was proabably the reason behind the ones who left, but you didn’t really care. you still had him, and that’s what mattered.
you were a kook, but you were not like them at all. sure, you had nice clothes and a nice house, but you didn’t care about those things. you cared about the people around you, but you didn’t care what people thought about you. rafe had always liked that—no matter what people were saying about him, you had his back and it never changed the way you saw him. you defended his name when he wasn’t in the room, and that kind of loyalty was attractive as hell to rafe.
your dad always liked rafe, which you thought was weird because he was kind of insane, but you figured your dad liked that someone that extreme was always looking out for you—protecting you when he couldn’t. so, when your dad offered to take rafe, sarah, wheezie, and you on a little ‘family vacation’ you weren’t that surprised.
“how ‘bout it, pumpkin?,” your dad asked with a wide smile on his face, and a hopeful spark in his eyes. you could tell this trip meant a lot to him—i mean he already had everything booked—you really had no choice but to say yes.
“sure, dad. sounds amazing. thank you,” you smiled softly, giving him a tight hug before running off to tell rafe.
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“so, of course, it’s all expenses paid and whatever—i mean it’s literally just our beach house in the bahamas, but he invited you, sarah, and wheezie. y’know like a little ‘family trip’. so you down? oh, we leave tomorrow by the way,” you and rafe were sat outside by his pool at tannyhill while you info dumped everything on him.
“am i down… of course i’m down,” he said it like it was a dumb question—which is kind of was—if you were going, he was going.
“i’m sure sarah and wheeze would love to go, too. you wanna tell them?,” he asked pointing toward the house behind him.
“nah, you can. i gotta go home and start packing,” you replied, standing up from the lounge chair, and fixing your shorts. your houses were within walking distance from each other, so you were able to just walk home—it took about 10 minutes but you didn’t mind, you liked the fresh air.
“alright. hey i’ll be over tonight mkay?,” he replied, standing and turning on his heel to walk back into the house.
“sounds good!,” you shouted to him as you were walking away.
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“duh we’ll go!,” wheezie replied to rafe with a big smile, almost jumping for joy when she heard the news. she loved you—you were like a second big sister to her, plus you gave rafe a hard time, and she always wanted to see that. your dad was pretty cool too, not too strict, which she liked because this meant she could basically do whatever for the next two weeks.
“yeah, we’re in,” sarah added, laughing at wheezie’s excitement.
“cool, cool. we leave tomorrow, alright? so be ready. i’ll drive us all over to y/n’s and we’ll leave on their boat from there,” rafe said before leaving the girls to excitedly squeal together in sarah’s room. rafe laughed and shook his head as he walked away from the closed door.
he made his way to his room to quickly pack his things, he would probably stay the night with you anyways. rafe knew you would be asking for his opinion on what clothes to bring all night. he didn’t mind, it was fun dressing you up like his pretty little doll.
he packed some shirts, few pairs of shorts, swim trunks, and some bathroom essentials into a duffle bag. that was really all he needed, he knew everyone would just be at the beach every day, so he didn’t bother stocking up on clothes.
he picked the duffle off the bed, and headed for his car—but not before knocking on sarah’s door. he could hear the faint sound of some girly pop music coming from behind the door, and the girls giggling to each other.
“come in,” sarah said without stopping what she was doing.
“i’ll be back at 10am, ‘kay? be outside,” rafe stated with a semi-serious face.
“are you going to y/n’s now?,” sarah asked, looking over at rafe’s duffle slung over his shoulder.
“yeah, i’m gonna chill there for a bit, maybe the night,” he replied.
“we can just walk over tomorrow if it’s easier?,” she suggested with a helpful smile.
“you sure?,” he was glad she said that because then he wouldn’t have to take his car.
“‘course, rafe. it’s only like a 10 minute walk. we’ll be fine,” sarah said reassuringly.
“alright. tomorrow. 10am. don’t be late, got it?,” he said one last time.
“got it,” sarah answered with an ‘it’s-okay-we-got-it’ type expression on her face.
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once rafe arrived at your house, he greeted your dad on his walk to your room.
“hey mr. y/l/n how’s it goin’?,” your dad had told rafe multiple he could call him by his first name, but rafe refused. it just felt more natural this way.
“rafe, hey bud! doin’ good. how ‘bout yourself?,”
“i’m good. y/n in her room?,” rafe asked, though he already knew the answer.
“oh yeah, been trying to pack for like an hour,” he laughed like it was amusing, “go help her out for me son, would ya?,”
rafe just laughed as he walked toward your bedroom. when he opened your door, the room looked exactly as he expected—a complete mess.
“jesus, y/n we’re not moving there,” he said, moving things around on your bed so he could sit.
“two weeks is a long time. plus, i wanna take pictures, and what if i meet a guy? vacations are a mystery, rafe. anything could happen. sue me for wanting to look good,” meet a guy? not on rafe’s watch.
“whatever, jus’ pick some stuff out,” rafe knew you, so he laid the trap.
“pick some stuff out?! it’s not that easy. i need your help,” bingo.
“alright, alright. what are my options,” he said, kicking his legs onto the bed, his back against the headboard with his arms behind his head, a smirk spreading across his face.
“okay, so there’s this bikini,” you said holding up the top of one, “or this one,” holding the top of another.
“you’re only bringing one?,” rafe’s brows furrowed.
“oh, no! i already have three definite options packed,” you laughed like the answer was obvious.
suddenly, rafe had an idea, “hm i don’t know… might have to see them on,” he said with a fake puzzled look on his face as if he really couldn’t decide.
“good point! be right back!,” you said before disappearing into your bathroom. rafe just laughed to himself, pulling out his phone. he had always seen you as just a best friend, until the last year—it’s like you had completely transformed, not only physically, but you were this sexy, independent woman who did whatever she wanted. you didn’t care what other people thought of you, and you were hardly ever embarrassed. your mindset had matured, and it turned rafe on like crazy. you had always been smart, but now it was one of the things he liked most about you. he knew you knew what he was doing—having you try the bikinis on—so the fact you complied gave him hope you didn’t see this as just a friendship anymore either.
he was pulled out of his thoughts as you walked back into the bedroom. you stood there proudly, almost modeling the bikini you had on—confidence radiating off of you.
“okay, here’s the first one…,” you said turning around so that rafe could get every angle. he didn’t even have to ask, you knew what he wanted. your ass was basically on full display, and rafe would be lying if he said he wasn’t drooling… just a bit. your tits perfectly secured and upheld behind the two triangles on top. the color was nice too, a bright blue that contrasted with your dark curls and already slightly tanned skin perfectly.
“alright, you got the picture? let me go try on the other,” oh, he had the picture alright, memorized every tiny detail, and stored it away. you turned back into the bathroom, not even knowing what you just did to rafe.
a couple minutes later you walked out in the other bikini. this one had slightly more coverage, but still showed off your curves in a tempting way.
“okay, second option,” you said, doing the same ‘modeling’ as you did for the first one. this one was strapless though, and covered your tits more—rafe wasn’t sure if that was a good, or bad thing. good for other guys, bad for him.
“hmm… that’s a tough one. i think you should just bring them both,” rafe shrugged it off as if he wasn’t half hard just from looking at you in them.
“if you insist! five bikinis are better than four anyways,” you complied, going back into the bathroom to change.
you returned to the bedroom, both bikinis in hand, with a tank top and tiny shorts now on your body. you threw the swimsuits into your suitcase before throwing your curls up in a bun just to keep it out of your face while you finished packing.
you and rafe just talked mindlessly about random stuff as you wandered around your room, rummaging through your drawers, and throwing more clothes into your suitcase as he sat on his phone.
“okay, i think i’m finally done,” you sighed, falling dramatically onto your now clean bed.
“great. you wanna get food? i’m starving,” rafe said, finally pulling his attention away from his phone.
“yeah, sounds good,” you both got up from your bed, you grabbed your phone and purse and headed out of the room.
“hey dad, rafe and i are gonna go get food. you want anything?,” you asked before you passed by him in the living room.
“no thanks, pumpkin. have fun, be safe!,” he replied with a smile before turning back toward the tv.
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you and rafe eventually made it to ‘the wreck’, and after getting drinks and ordering food you sat in silence, until you broke it.
“you think i could have like a little vacation fling in the bahamas? that would be so fun. have someone to go out on little dates with while we’re there, maybe sleep with him once or twice—if he’s lucky,” you laughed. surely, you had to know what you were doing to him right now, rafe thought. he was never one to show he was desperate, but he had no problem showing he was possessive.
“if you wanna go out on dates, i’ll go with you. no need to slum it with some stranger,” he replied, trying to hide the fact that he was seething inside.
“well, i wouldn’t slum it. he’d be hot of course. i’m sure there’s tons of hot guys in the bahamas,” you said, looking around, awaiting your food. you said it like you didn’t know it bothered rafe—and it really bothered him.
“yeah, sure. do what you want, i guess,” he replied coldly, staring at you even though you weren’t looking at him.
no way was he letting you out of his sight on this trip.
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Barcelona’s Plan (More like Alexia and Aitana’s)
(Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader) (Aitana Bonmati x Teen!Reader) (Barcelona femeni x Teen!Reader)
Sumarry: Alexia and Aitana being lunatics together
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Author's note: I know the kit is not the appropiate one for the timeline but that's how I imagine them being at some point in the fic, also hope you like it, remember English is not my first lenguage so I'm sorry if there are mistakes if you see one you can point it out so I can know about it also sorry if it's a little bit shorter than the others, enjoy <3
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“Ale please go to sleep” Irene muttered while taking her pillow out from under her head and cramming in on top of it, trying to block out the light and the sound of Alexia’s maniac clicking of her iPad
“Can’t, I’m planning and sadly for you my plans come at me in the middle of the night” Alexia grumbled while waiting for a moment and then erasing everything she had written on the Ipad
“This is going to be a long night” Irene muttered sadly
“Why don’t you come and help me instead of being miserable” Alexia said while glancing briefly towards her, Irene counted on her head to five just to prevent herself from strangling Alexia
“Alright what are we doing” Irene muttered while getting up and going towards Alexia in her desk, when she arrived she glanced towards the screen and saw a bunch of plays and positions and statistics being displayed “What is this” she asked Alexia
“I’m trying all of the possibilities and combinations with Alejandra in Barcelona” Alexia told her as if it was obvious “Did you know that she plays multiple positions?” Alexia said excitedly while turning to look at her
“Really?” Consider Irene intrigued, ok sue her, the kids really intrigued her “What positions does she play?”
“Well Salma found old footage of her, from when she played in little tournaments before the national team and she basically plays everything except goalie and defense, but defense only if she can, if she needs to, she can do it”
“Wait Salma? You enlisted a 19 year old to help you?” Irene asked while side eyeing Alexia, her friend was really starting to worry her
“Yes, her, Ona and Aitana helped me find the footage, Aitana has half of it so she can formulate her own tactics and we’re going to compare them during breakfast tomorrow morning” Irene just closed her eyes
“Yeah Ale, my brain is fried, I can’t help you” Irene told the midfielder while rubbing her eyes trying to not fall asleep while standing
“That’s fine, go to sleep” Alexia answered while scribbling something in the screen
“Yeah, I don’t think I will” Irene whispered while walking towards her bed, she waited for a moment and then took her headphones to try and at least muffle the sounds of Alexia writing in her iPad
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“Look if we move replace her with Oshoala we have a better chance at scoring or if we change her with Mariona she can help Patri on the wing and that will transition into beautiful goals” Aitana muttered to Alexia next morning during breakfast
“Yes but we can also give Lucy more rest and now with Ona as a full back too we can try them together, they are fast paced so they will be able to support you, Caro and anyone else up but still be back if the defense needs help” Alexia whispered giddy, looking up and seeing the same happiness in Aitana’s eyes, Alejandra could really be the answer to some of their problems
“The possibilities are endless” Aitana whispered happily and looked down at her sheet of paper, full of scribbles and tactics and options of formations
They were both seated in a little corner away from prying ears and eyes, their plates left untouched to the side and the warm food has long since gone cold
“Girls please you look like a pair of lunatics straight out if the psych ward” Irene muttered at the pair as she arrived at the table with her own breakfast being followed by Jenni, Mariona, Ona and Misa
“What are you doing” the Real Madrid goalkeeper asked curious and Alexia and Aitana reacted as if they just got shot, straightening in their seats and pulling their sheets of paper out of sight
“Nothing” They both answered while hiding their sheets like naughty kids who just got caught with their hands inside the cookie jar
“Really?” Jenni said teasingly towards both midfielders while lifting an eyebrow enjoying a little watching them squirm in their seats
“Oh look, Salma is calling for me” Aitana said quickly while getting up from her chair and going around the table as fast as possible “Come on Ona, let’s go” as she passed she grabbed her friend’s arm who was just setting down her plate and getting ready to sit down herself
“Wait my food” Ona whined trying to free herself but Aitana was so much stronger than her
“Come on you can grab another one” Aitana said not willing to slow down in her pace of going away
“Seriously Ale, what are you planning?” Jenni asked while sitting down next to the midfielder who instead of answering her retrieved Ona’s plate full of warm food and started eating it
“Mmmm delicious breakfast don’t you think” Alexia tried to diffuse while looking up at Jenni and batting her eyelashes acting confused
“That might have worked some time ago Ale, not now” Jenni laughed while getting a bit of cream from her coffee into Alexia’s nose who scrunch it in response
“Don’t know what you’re talking about” Alexia denied while wiping her nose clean
“Mmmm are you sure you’re both definitely not talking about Alejandra Mendoza’s possible signing for Barcelona?” Jenni asked with a knowing smirk and full on belly laughing once Alexia choked on her juice
“What” Alexia said between coughs accepting Irene’s napkin to clean her chin from the juice that dribbled free form her mouth
“You’re not as slick as you think Ale” Jenni laughed in a teasing manner “Beside I’m sure you’re not the only player plotting in snatching her up before anyone else” the striker shrugged her shoulders innocently when the midfielder turned to look at her with wide eyes
“Real Madrid is preparing a juicy offer” Misa singed the words making Alexia cringe
“That would be a terrible loss for the football world” Irene muttered while shaking her head
“Oi we’re not that bad” Misa said indignantly
“You’ve never one a) a classico and b) a trophy” Alexia reminded her
“That’s exactly why the offer duhh” Misa rolled her eyes as if it was obvious
“Yeah, they’re not the only ones” Jenni said while taking a sip from her coffee “I’ve heard rumors that all of the Mexican teams are pulling out her big guns”
“I think every single team on the planet is doing it, they’d be fools to not at least try” Irene shrugged
“Her parents inbox must be going crazy right now” Jenni said while whistling at the end
‘Yeah…..but hopefully Barcelona comes through’ Alexia thought while looking up and finding Aitana already looking at her as if they were having the same thoughts
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Part 4
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