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h3avens4ngel · 4 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 ・miguel o’hara smut, nsfw

- breading kink, needy Miguel, p in v, choking, pet names, overstimulating, crying from overstiming, soft dom mig, rough sex!, size kink

Miguel was a needy husband to say the least.

He couldn’t help but give your ass a nice squeeze whenever you wore those tiny pj shorts or bury his face in your neck whenever you wore a tight tank top just to feel your tits press against him.

It was almost as if anything you did would make him weak at the knees. You wear his tee shirt, he’s wrapped around your waist. Your cooking a meal, he’s buried in your neck telling you how lucky he is.

“I know chula, yo sé que te gusta” he pouted as the aftermath of wearing his baggy tee was in full affect. Miguel had you bent over the kitchen counter with a fist full of your hair tangled in his hand.

You were dumbly bouncing along with his hard thrusts, drool pooling out of your mouth as he knocked the air out of you. He’d been at it for god knows how long but the last you remember, you were in the kitchen around 6ish putting some dishes away and now it’s almost 8.

“Asi mami, relájate” he cooed as he felt you clench around him. He talked you through his constant pounding, cock stretching and stuffing you deliciously. You could feel him in the deepest places, his fat tip nudged against your cervix as his cock slid in and out of you at a pace that was intoxicating.

“Migue- mig- oh mmhh ah-“ you tried to tell him how good he felt but you were met with his hips picking up in pace “shh shh, let me take care of you, save that pretty voice for later chula. Just take it, take it f’me” Miguel hummed, his words having slight pauses as he fucked you dumb.

“Just need’a fuck a baby into you bunny, fill you up nice and warm with my cum just like you beg me to”

You let out a shaky moan as his hand wrapped around your throat “mírame mami, por favor déjame mirarte.” You could hate Miguel for how condescending he sounds knowing you can’t even hold yourself up.

“That’s it” he hums into your cheek as he plunged his cock inside your gushy walls. Miguel’s eyes rolled back at the sounds of your high pitched whines as you reached your 3rd orgasm “mi- I ca- can’t” you began to cry.

Tears began to stain your cheeks as the overstimulation began to cause you to claw at his arms “yes you can, you can for me” he purred as he wrapped an arm around around your collar bone, pinning you onto his back as he leaned back onto the counter and lifted you onto his chest.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he began to fuck you up right, hands behind your thighs as he fucked you like a toy “asi, asi chula a- ay asi” Miguel began to huff as you clenched around his cock.

You soaked his thighs as you gushed out cum and squirted all over him, his gruntled moan roaring into your jaw as he came right after you. His arms shook in the mist of his orgasm, causing you to hold yourself up by his biceps “tha- that’s it, ah fuck that’s it” Miguel panted.

Miguel expertly held you up as he pulled out and turned around to sit you on the counter so he could carry you properly. But before he could, he slumped forward into the crook of your neck. He inhaled your sweet scent that let him know you were ready for a baby, you were ovulating. “thank you chula” Miguel whispered while he pressed a kiss onto your shoulder.

“Did so good for me” he praised. Miguel was already thinking of what pjs he’d get out for you while you rested in the bath. He knew you loved his tee shirts but the baggy shirt hanging around your plump thighs would either lead him buried between your thighs or back stuffed inside you.

He cursed himself in his head, he needs to let his pretty girl rest. Your comfort was worth his racing thoughts because after all, he can’t fuck you every time you were in his tee’s.

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landitolover · 4 months

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𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, in which lando and his fiancée joke about having kids (cats), but they randomly just drop an actual pregnancy announcement! ౨ৎ lando x mexican!fiancée!reader

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carlossainz55 por fin, un caption que es la verdad 😂

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lilymhe 😍😍 become a runaway bride for me

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yourusername when he hangs out with the opposition… he’s cute though, I guess?

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user WHERES RHE CAT CAFE LOCATED QUEEN

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landonorris we found a cat in our chair after we finished swimming, welcome to the family zanahoria 🥕 (this is her only Christmas present)

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user OMG 😊😊 THEY HAVE A KID!!

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yourusername life update: back in my hometown, lando brought the helmet he quite literally dnfed in (🌝🌝), and my mom won’t stop showing him my baby pics. p.s. flo, can you please send me lando’s baby pics so he can stfu xx

December 21st, 2023

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alex_albon u look disappointed in the first pic

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landonorris she isn’t dead!!

january 4th, 2024

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user YN 😭😭😭 its been a year daddy

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yourusername and it’s all just too much for little lando norris… surprise!! i am pregnant ❓(have been for like 3 months now)

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landonorris te amo mucho mi vida ☀️🤍🫶🏼

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yourmom por fin!!!

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landonorris daddy norris 🔜

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౨ৎ hi guyyysss 🤍🤍 sorry for not posting, i just didn’t have any motivation :,) but hopefully my motivation will come back though xx also i will prolly start writing part two of ‘say don’t go’ 🫶🏼

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galaxiadeletrasposts · 10 months

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A los lectores hay que quererlos, cuidarlos y mimarlos.

Y yo los quiero, los cuido y los mimo del mejor todo que sé: dedicándoles ejemplares de la manera más chula que pueda.

¡Marchando una dedicatoria de El enigma del Grafitero Misterioso!

Publicado por Algar e ilustrado por Anabel Herrero

#literatura #israel campos autor #libros #leer #escritor #dedicatorias #literatura infantil y juvenil #literatura infantil #libros ilustrados #libros recomendados #el enigma del grafitero misterioso

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lanitaminaj · 2 months

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lolita ౨ৎ

in which the reader finds herself crushing on her dad's best friend, miguel o' hara.

cw: sexual themes

the first thing you noticed about him was how beautiful he was.

he was tall, for one. his body length towering over the silver-shining refrigerator in the kitchen. although he was fully covered, you could see the indentations of his pectorals and his abdomen muscles peeking through his royal-blue pressed t-shirt.

he was talking with your dad in the kitchen, the two men hunched over the marble-designed island as they casually talked. they held corona bottles with limes on the rims, the men occasionally taking sips in between their words.

they hushed, however, when they heard you pad across the sycamore-wood flooring as you halted just ten feet away from them.

"papi," you voiced to your father, yet your eyes took frequent glances of the taller man. "can i go out tonight?"

"en español, mi amor."

"ugh," you huffed, rolling your eyes right after to further show your annoyance. your father exchanged an "ay," but you didn't yet notice how your dad's friend's eyes darkened at your action.

"jessica quiere que yo salgo con ella." jessica wants me to go out with her.

"y tu tarea, te acabas?" your dad asked, taking another swig from the bottle. and your homework, did you finish it?

"si, papi," you nodded your head cheerfully.

your father sighed, another swig from his corona taken. "bien," he spoke, waving his hand as a dismissal. "pero te quiero que tu regresar a las doce. tu me oyes?" but i want you to return at twelve. you hear me?

you squealed, sprinting over to hug and kiss your father's cheeks. "gracias, papi!" you sung, practically running out the door as you heard your father screaming at you to "tranquillate!" calm down.

your father sighed once again, the man downing the last of his bottle as he looked up to stare his smirking friend in the eye.

"hijas," your dad said, shaking his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "tú sabes cómo es, miguel."

miguel's eyes, which were mischievously squinted, had suddenly softened. his smirking lips pressed against the lip of his corona bottle had then been pulled into a frown.

"si, chamaco," miguel responded, his hand gently placing the half-empty glass bottle on the marbled island. "yo se cómo es."

yes, kid. i know how it is.

the second time you've seen him was on a hot summer day in queens.

you were sitting on the porch outside of one of your friend's houses, eating from a melting vanilla ice-cream cone as you watched the men at work. they were pouring and flattening cement on the potholed-filled road, the men all sweaty and gross and dying.

you, on the other hand, was adorned in the cutest outfit as you rested; a floral-printed sheer tank top, a sky-blue denim mini-skirt, and a pair of strapped white sandals.

miguel took a peak at you from across the street, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched the angelic vision of you resting peacefully on that porch. he approached you, the bubble of his gradual form growing closer and closer was obscured by the darkness of your blackened sunglasses.

"chamaca," he greeted once he approached you, a friendly smile growing on your lips. "what you doing here?"

"my dad didn't tell you?" you responded, taking another lick from your ice cream. miguel's eyes were trained on your tongue. "i'm grounded."

those words made miguel's eyebrows shoot into his wrinkled forehead. "grounded?"

"yeah," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "for some dumba- for some stupid reason."

"no, i mean, aren't you an adult?"

"what? oh, yeah," a hint of a laugh escaped your ice-cream coated lips. "i'm in college and everything but, you know my dad. he still thinks i'm still a little girl."

miguel's smirked softened into that of an endearing one.

"speaking of your dad," miguel crossed his arms across his chest. "you know he's not here, right, chula?"

the way he pronounced the nickname, like velvet slipping off his tongue, made a shiver go down your back.

"i know," you answered, your legs bouncing off of the porch as your shorter frame stood to meet miguel's impossibly taller form. "i'm not allowed to walk home alone for a while by myself, so..."

miguel laugh-snorted, before pointing his head towards the direction of her home. "cmon, kid," he spoke, his lengthy legs striding down the street as you followed behind him. "let's get you home."

you trailed him, the slightly-heeled soles of your sandals slapped against the concrete-pavement of the sidewalk. you burned your eyes into the back of miguel's figure. your eyes entranced by how built and muscular his trapezius muscle was. you felt yourself blush a bit, your conscious forcing you to blame it on the hot weather.

"how's school?" miguel questioned, an attempt on his part to stifle an awkward walk home.

"it's okay," you shrugged. you managed to catch up to him, the pair of you walking side by side now. "i finished my prerequisites, so now i'm just waiting on the next semester to start."

"congrats, kid," he spoke, a sincere, closed-mouth smile on his lips caused you to smile again.

it was there when you really took in his features. you could tell he was older, the subtle wrinkles on his forehead and the hints of silver-streaked tresses peaked through his cocoa-brown hair. but, that didn't take away from how beautiful he truly was. his hair had volume and was pushed back, reminding you of a 1960's hollywood actor. his eyebrows were thick and long, and sometimes they furrowed when he was heavily focused in a game in dominos with your dad. he had prominent cheekbones, and his nose. your favorite part about him was his nose. you loved how long his bridge went, and how slightly wide his nostrils were. you told him once that he had a nose "como una zanahoria," a carrot, but you hoped he knew you were just joking. and his lips, his full, salmon-pink lips.

you wondered if miguel knew how beautiful he was; how his chestnut-brown eyes could make grown women swoon at him, or how his voice could make even the most menacing tiger bow to him.

he watched you stare at him, not realizing how the both of you had stopped walking. you both stood in place, his almond-shaped, tired eyes meeting with your sparkling, adorning pair.

"what you thinking of, hm?" miguel muttered. you could see the playful twinkle in his eyes. "i got something on my face, nena?"

"no," you retorted, your voice barely above a whisper. you made yourself shake your head, an effort to shake off whatever trance miguel had unknowingly put you in. "it's just..."

"just what, chula?"

you stayed silent for a few beats, before you averted your eyes to look at the pearl-white straps on your shoes. "nothing," you eventually said, your legs resuming the stride to your home with miguel hot on your tail.

at last you made it to your house, your hand dumping out the little remainder you had of your ice-cream cone out in the garbage can just outside the buildings home.

"thank you, migs," you thanked the man, your body already ascending up the porch's stairs.

"no problem, mama," he shrugged off. "just be good." taking off, the man halted just as you inserted the key to the door.

"hey, kid. what exactly did you get in trouble for?"

with the most delinquent smirk on your face and an inkling of a laugh about to escape your lips, you answered miguel in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

"neighbors caught me fucking their son in their yard and told my dad. how stupid is that?”

the sexual thoughts didn’t arise until july.

your uncle, your father’s brother, was hosting his annual summer party at his long island home.

your father, your uncle, and some other men were gathered around the backyard’s pool. while your dad was grilling some hot dogs, you could see your uncle, from your inside view of the glass-pane sliding door, smoking weed on his pool-side chair.

meanwhile you, sitting inside the air-conditioned living room with your cousins, ate your cherry-flavored popsicle as you listened to them gossip about some recent family drama. you froze, however, when your bambi eyes landed on him.

apart from the maroon-red swimming trunks he wore, he was bare from any other clothing. the protruding abs that always peeked out from underneath his thin shirts were on display now, his stomach shiny from the pool water and from the sharp ray’s of summer’s sun.

he held a cigarette in his fingers, his canine-teeth on display as he laughed at whatever joke your uncle had made. telepathically, his cocoa-brown eyes seemed to find yours, a glimmer in his irises as he did so. he winked at you, the corner of his lips pulled up as he watched you shudder from his simple action.

“y que pasó, mami?” your older cousin, giselle, noticed the sudden shiver racing down your spine. “too cold?”

“no,” you shook your head, your eyes facing your ruby-red polished toes before they glanced up, miguel’s backside facing you as he conversed with another one of your uncle’s guests.

mariana, your second older cousin, trailed your sight of vision before she cracked a smile on her pink sugar summer friday’s lip-balm adorned lips.

“que guapo,” she purred, her tongue poking out from her teeth as she laughed. “wait, he’s not one of our uncles, right?”

“no, stupid,” giselle smacked her knee. “that’s the guy her dad brought. he is mad fine, though. where y’all found him at, hm?”

“ask my dad,” you simply shrugged, swallowing the rest of your cherry-flavored popsicle that you had left.

eventually, the three of you joined the men in the pool, laughter and screams erupted from each other’s lips as you splashed at each other all afternoon long. after the sky began to turn a shade of tangerine-orange, however, the party was soon called to an end.

your older cousins had disappeared somewhere upstairs, a majority of the guests all thanking your uncle for the party as they ventured away in their ford trucks and honda’s.

your father and uncle were conversing about whatever inside the house, while you leisurely laid underneath a baby-pink towel on the lawn.

“hey,” a familiar velvet, resonant voice called out from above you.

laying on your back, you pulled down your raven-black square-shaped sunglasses just to fight back a gasp.

there was miguel, of course, standing above you with an amicable smile on his full, pink lips. his abs were regrettably concealed by a baggy, white shirt. he was still wearing the maroon-colored shorts, but now there was an obvious, huge tent in them.

diós mio. you were sure from his smirk he noticed how your neck bobbled as you swallowed. he moved toward your side, crouching as you rested up on your elbows to meet his eyes.

"you tanning?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised as his eyes drifted towards the becoming sunset.

"drying off," you shrugged. "i'm working with what i got here."

he chuckled, before his eyes found themselves glancing at your father and uncle. he got up on his feet, the sudden action causing you to get up yourself.

"you're leaving already?" you slightly pouted, an act you didn't realize you were committing but an act that miguel's eyes refused to unrecognize.

"party's over, cariña," he uttered, his fingers slipping a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "and your dad and i got work in the morning."

"i know," you whispered. miguel's rich voice whispered back little shh, shh, shh's, the same fingers trailing from your ear down to your chin. he held your gaze, his eyes narrowing while your own pair softened.

"no te pongas así, mamita," he purred. don't be like that. "what's got you upset, hm?"

"i'm not upset," you let a little laugh escape through your teeth. "i'm just used to seeing you around now."

"yeah?" miguel puffed his own laughter out through his lips. "don't worry, nena. you'll see me around more."

"really?" your eyes twinkled. he playfully flicked your chin before he smoothly pulled away.

"really," he parroted. his towering frame strode toward's his navy-blue chevrolet truck. "tell your dad i said thanks for inviting me. see you, chamaca."

"bye," you waved off, watching him get into his truck as he drove off.

your dad came out from behind you, his hand shutting the glass door behind him shut.

"hey, amor. ready to go home?"

that night, after your long shower, you laid peacefully still on top of your bubblegum-pink silk bedsheets. your hands were rested on your slightly bare stomach while your legs were crossed.

you thought about the events from today. the party, your cousins' gossip, miguel.

miguel.

the memory of his abs shining from the sunshine, his bare shoulders and chest, his hardened print protruding from his swim-trunks.

you couldn't help it. it was all too much.

you didn't realize when your fingers started to trail downward, the tips of your nails trimming the pear-white lacy ending of your olive-black cami-silk top. your fingers slipped underneath your matching silk shorts, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

the thought of miguel left you soaked, your mind racing with the reminders of the little nicknames he gave you, the way his voice deepened when he spoke to you.

your fingers traced the growing bud that was between your thighs. little breaths left your mouth as you circled around it, carefully applying pressure as you did.

blood rushed to your ears, your cheeks glowing in a hue of rosy-pink as your eyes squeezed shut. your thighs spread wider, your fingers rubbing faster as your unoccupied hand pulled down your cami top to let your tits be hardened by your room's cool air.

your mind was racing with pictures of you and miguel. you thought about his lips on yours, your hips sitting on his lap while his hands caressed your side. you thought about his mouth on your tits, the way he'd groan and curse when your cunt squeezed around his cock.

"coño," he'd whisper in your ear. "como una pinche zorra."

harder, you'd rubbed. your other hand raised up to play with your tits, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as a beg to yourself to not make any noise.

it didn't take long for you to unravel; slipping your middle and ring finger inside of you, your eyes went lax as your lips formed a little 'o'-shape. you pretended they were miguel's cock instead, his dick fucking roughly into you as he filled you up completely.

"take it," you pictured him growling to you. "eres mía."

"eres tuyo," you'd whine, your body going rigid as you came around your fingers. your chest heaved as deep breaths puffed out your lips, your thighs fluttering as you came down from your high. pulling your fingers out from you, you saw how they were coated with a mixture of an iridescent-shine and an eggshell-white cream.

fuck.

you didn't realize how bad it would hurt.

since your first trimester of your second year in college began, you've found yourself talking to this boy from your english class. he was sweet, of course, the boy taking the time to court you with baby breath flowers and two tickets to watch priscilla. you thought all was good, even taking the time to get dressed in a cute two-piece outfit; a linen-white skirt and cropped-vest top which you styled with a white bow in your hair, ankle socks, and some academia-inspired onyx-black loafers.

you found out just this morning, however, that he'd gone back to his ex.

you should've know. you should've know since he mentioned he just got out of a relationship, how he couldn't stop talking about his ex for fifteen minutes straight. but he was so sweet, so you overlooked the possibility of him seeing you as just a rebound.

so of course, it stung.

walking home, you opened the front door with tears prickling in your waterlines as you were consumed in your thoughts.

"hey, chamaca," you heard a voice call out from your dining room, but you were too distraught to even face the owner. you plopped your bag down near the sofa, rushing to your room as the same tears threatened to fall.

"chamaca?"

you practically jumped on your bed, not even bothering to kick off your shoes or unclip the bow which was stabbing the back of your head. you sobbed, your arms cradling your cotton-soft lacy trimmed pillow as you buried your face into it. faintly, you could hear rushed footsteps approaching your door, the sound suddenly halting before they resumed their way to you.

"oh, nena. qué pasa?"

you felt a dip on your bed beside you, a sudden warmth masking you as you felt yourself being rolled onto your back. through your watercolor eyes, you could see the silhouette of a familiar figure with broad shoulders and that signature pushed back, somewhat curtain-styled chestnut-brown hair.

"miguel," you hiccuped, letting yourself be pulled into the man's lap as his strong arms held you.

"what's wrong, baby?" he let slip, the affection going unnoticed by either of you. "what's got you crying?"

"a boy," you cried. "why are you here, where's my dad?"

"your dad's at the corner store and he told me to wait here until you got back safely. now tell me, a boy hurt you?"

"mhm," you whimpered. "he left me for his ex. i thought we were so good."

"i know," he soothed. his arms rocked you seamlessly, the action bringing him memories of him from a different life. "let it out, chiquita."

for a beat, you allowed yourself to be calmed in miguel's thighs, his arms lulling you to sleep as he hummed sweet lullabies to you. your tears subsided, your breath evening out as your heavy gasps came to a stop.

"i just wished they wouldn't leave me," you confessed, your voice minimized to a whisper. "no matter what i do, no matter what i give them, it's never enough."

miguel's rocking ceased.

you peered up at him, your doe, watery eyes pierced into his softened eyes. "please don't leave," you begged him, your wobbly, clear-gloss coated lips pleated. "i don't want you to leave."

for miguel, looking down at the little bunny in his lap; your cheeks warmed from crying and your body shaking in his lap, his answer came from that of his utmost sincerity.

"i won't leave, cariña."

"you promise?"

without missing a beat, "te prometo."

#miguel x you #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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My Heart Belongs To You (Sofia Huerta x reader)

After the World Cup it seemed that the whole world had their eyes on you so when your manager told you that Chelsea had made an offer, it was like a dream come true. Even so you still told him that you had to think about it, moving to England meant moving away from Chicago, a place you then called home and it also meant leaving someone very import, that person, Sofia Huerta.

You are playing your best football at Chelsea, you had a starting spot and was fast becoming one of the best midfielders in Europe. 2021 would go down as one of the best and worst years of your life.

Chelsea won the WSL, the Conti cup, the FA cup and ended their season winning the Champions League, fans around the world called it the perfect season. However, in the final ten minutes of the champions league final you were involved in a freak accident resulting in a torn ACL and MCL meaning that you wouldn’t be able to play in the olympics.

The last time you were in the United States for was the SheBelieves Cup in 2020, almost two years ago but now it was time to go home.

You have officially been cleared by the doctors at Chelsea and have been given the thumbs up to join the USWNT in Chula Vista. Tobin agreed to stay with you in London until you had the green light then you would fly to the states together, another bonus of having one of your closest friends with you in England even if they did play for your rivals.

The USWNT has just arrived at the playing field when the notice somebody is missing.

“Hey Chris, Where’s Tobin? I thought you said she was arriving last night” Kelley asks.

Besides the coaching staff, Christen is the only other person besides Tobin that knows you are coming.

“Their flight got delayed and landed about hour ago but they are coming straight here” Christen answered.

Her response causes a lot of confusion amongst the group of players around her.

“They?” Mal asks.

“I said her, as in Tobin’s flight” Christen panics as she realises she has slipped up.

Much to her relief nobody questions it any further.

Players separate into their small groups passing a ball around whilst the coaching staff set everything up.

“Can I ask you something?” Sofia says taking a seat near Christen as the forward ties her cleats.

Christen nods her head, surprised that Sofia didn’t come talk to her the night prior. When Christen was in London she spent a lot of time with you whilst Tobin was at training or team events. The two of you would talk about anything and everything but what surprised Christen was how open you were about your relationship with Sofia and how much you still cared for the defender even though you were no longer together.

“How is she?” Sofia asks knowing that she didn’t need to mention you by name, Christen would just know.

“She is better now. I arrived in London a few months after her surgery, she was still on rest. She wasn’t our Y/N, I didn’t recognise her. I tried to cheer her up but nothing worked, that was until I talked about you, she was so happy when she found out you had been called up” Sofia smiles at the memory of her call up, even after not talking for over a year, you were still the person she wanted to call first but she couldn’t muster up enough courage to do so “She’s different Sof, you know how much playing soccer means to her and she got that taken away but I know that she will be ok, she is Y/N, nothing keeps her down for too long” Christen tells her former red stars team mate.

You and Tobin landed, went straight to the hotel, got changed and are now on your way to the training field. Nerves flood your body but the doctor assured you this was to be expected.

Walking to the field you and Tobin are in deep conversation about her Re-Inc stuff, so much so you didn’t realise the team had noticed you, that was until you saw Mal running at you full speed. You react just in time to catch her.

“Well if I knew this was the welcome I would receive I would have come back a lot sooner” you joke as you spin her around.

Mal was one of your closest friends in Chicago and she is amongst the people you have missed the most during your time over seas.

“I missed you Y/N, it hasn’t the same without you” She says as you put her down.

You and Mal walk to where Tobin is talking to the rest of the team. Each one of them welcoming you back with open arms, most of them taking a double take at your knee which is covered in a compression sleeve and a knee brace making it look a lot worse than it actually is.

The last person to greet you is Sofia and being the nosy people they are, the team watches the interaction. Whilst your relationship was never confirmed to the outside world, your club team mates knew your were dating as did your national team mates.

You wrap your arms around her a little tighter than you did everyone else. With your eyes closed you inhale deeply, oh how you missed the way she smelled and the way it always made you feel at ease no matter what was going on.

“I missed you” You whisper in her ear. Was it the right thing to say, maybe not but you had to tell her.

“I missed you too Y/N” Sofia replies softly.

The two of you stay their in each others arms for a few moments before Vlatko interrupts.

“It’s great to have you back with us Y/N” Vlatko tells you “How about you go get your cleats on and join us on the field” he pauses for a moment “that’s if the jet lag isn’t too bad, what time is it back in London?” He says looking at his watch.

“10pm” you and Tobin both say in unison.

You go the bench to get your cleats before joining the team on the pitch.

“At least you still know how to tie them” Sonnet says which pisses you off even though you know she is joking.

She runs off which gives you the perfect opportunity to get your payback. As she runs you clip her ankles causing her to fall flat on her face.

“Make sure you tie your laces Em” you say as you run past her.

You stand beside Kelley who puts her arm around your shoulders “The sass is back, oh how I have missed the sass” you simply shake your head, a smile on your face as you listen to what Vlatko is saying.

After ten minutes or so it is like you never missed a camp, the chemistry you have with the team is evident even with the new additions. What did surprise the team though is how well you and Sofia play together. Everyone knew you played together in Chicago but that was years ago, they didn’t expect you to be so in sync after all this time.

The team goes for a drinks break and Dawn takes the chance to do some checks on your knee.

“She is holding back” Mal says to no one in particular.

“What are you talking about, she is amazing, I mean I have seen her play on the TV but in person she is incredible” Trinity replies.

The team look your way when they hear your wince as Dawn moves your knee into an awkward position.

“Mal’s right” Alyssa agrees with the young forward “She is pulling her shots, trust me, I know when I am on the receiving end of her rockets and she hasn’t taken any today”

“I agree with Lyss, she isn’t fighting with me which she always does. There’s no aggression” Kelley says.

The team try to come up with a way for you to trust your knee now that is is healed.

“She has been fully cleared?” Sofia asks Tobin who knows your recovery better than anyone.

Tobin nods.

“Ok, I have an idea but I’m not sure if you will like it and I know that Y/N won’t like it” Sofia says as she tells the team her plan.

You get called back to the group after taking some pain killers from Dawn, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by your ex.

The scrimmage continues, you make a run to the box waiting for Sofia to send in a cross just as she has done before but this time she doesn’t get the chance to as Rose takes her out. You feel your blood begin to boil but it soon settles when you see Sofia get up, no limp, no nothing. Still you are angry and believe in the saying ‘you reap what you sow’ so when you next had the ball and Rose came near you, you body checked her, putting her on her ass and then took a shot on goal, one that Alyssa had no chance of saving.

“There she is” Sofia says proudly as you quickly celebrate the goal.

“I know that Rose tackled you on purpose, how did you know I would retaliate?” you ask her as you walk back to your positions.

“You never used to let people come after me and get away with it” she says and she was right.

“Old habits, I suppose” you reply.

Sofia could look after herself, that much you knew but almost everyone in the NWSL knew that if they took out Sofia, they would have you to deal with.

Training is over a lot quicker than you had hoped, well your training was over. You walk off the pitch and back to the hotel with the team doc for a quick check up to make sure everything is as it should be.

When the team come back to the hotel, your absence is a hot topic.

“Do you think she is hurt again?” Sonnet asks.

Nobody knows for sure but they all hoped it wasn’t anything too serious. The team decide to go for showers before getting something to eat, by the time they come back down you are sat at a table with a plate of food.

Conversation soon began to flow, it wasn’t long before you start to get quizzed.

“I bet your parents were happy to see you at Christmas Y/N, what has it been two years?” Christen asks innocently, you couldn’t blame her she didn’t know that she was dropping you in it.

“Y/N didn’t go home for Christmas” Megan says “Me and Sue bumped into her parents in Seattle the day after boxing day. They said how much they missed her but were glad she won’t be spending Christmas alone”

Suddenly all eyes are on you but none burnt more that Sofia’s. When you look at her you saw hurt in her eyes. Who would you have been spending Christmas with if it wasn’t your family.

“I saw on instagram that you met up with Guro, is that who spent Christmas with? The two of you were awfully close when I visited Sam” Kristie says referring to your Chelsea team mate Guro Reiten.

Sofia is no longer looking at you instead she is playing with the food on her plate. You consider it a blessing in disguise when you called back in to the physio to continue your treatment.

“I didn't spend it with her. Come and find me when you're done and I will explain” you say in Spanish so that only Sofia will understand.

It is about an hour later when Sofia comes into the treatment room.

After having your knee pushed to its limits you were in a little bit of pain so the physio gave you some pain killers, elevated your knee and put ice on it then turned the lights out as he left.

So when she turned the light on you cover your eyes.

“Sofia Huerta, brightening my day since day one” you joke as you adjust to the light.

She sits on the bed opposite you, not knowing what to say.

“I’m not dating Guro” you tell her “we didn’t break up so that we could see other people. We broke up because you wanted me to focus on football and that is what I have done. My heart still belongs to you Sof, it always will”

“But Megan said” Sofia begins to speak but you cut her off.

You look away, adjusting the ice pack “I spent it alone” you say but you don’t look at her “I got cleared at the beginning of December, the plan was for me to come back in the first game of the year” you laugh at the memory, thinking back to how you thought things were finally getting better.

“What happened?” Sofia asked as you are still yet to make your Chelsea return.

“I wasn’t strong enough. I tried to hold off a team mate when I felt something pull in my knee, I was back on bed rest with my return put on hold”

Sofia notices your change in demeanour. She nudges your good leg and you move over so that she can sit on the side of the treatment bed. You feel your body relax as she takes your hand in hers.

“I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone but Christen can be very determined. I knew that if I told her I was staying in London for Christmas she would volunteer to stay with me which meant that Tobin would stay too so I lied” you shrug your shoulders earning an eye roll from Sofia.

Sofia knows how much you love Christmas. You loved the food, the gift of giving presents, spending time with your family and watching the cheesiest hallmark movies.

“I wish you would have called me. I don’t like the thought of you spending Christmas alone”

“It hated it. I was going to cook myself a dinner but I left it too late so I ended up ordering sushi, that I didn’t hate as much” you reply trying to lighten the mood.

Silence fills the room, the two of you not needing to talk as you simply enjoy each other’s company. You missed this, just being with her, it was like nothing had changed between the two of you.

When you look at your hands, more specifically hers, you see something that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You still wear it?” You ask in disbelief as you begin playing with the promise ring you got her for your anniversary.

Whilst a smile tugs at your lips, a frown grows on hers.

Your fingers were empty, no ring.

“You don’t wear yours?”

You unlink your hands as you reach into your shirt. You pull out a chain that holds a similar ring she gave you on your birthday.

“It was too hard seeing it everyday but I never take it off”

The fact that you wore the ring but not on the finger she placed in on all those years ago didn’t sit well with the defender. It felt to her like you was hiding that part of you, the part that loves or at least loved her.

“Hey, look at me” Sofia does as she’s told “you’re overthinking it. Would it make you feel better if I did this”

You proceed to take the necklace off and place the ring on you right finger.

“I still have your heart?” Sofia asks referring to the earlier statement.

“You do. When you broke up with me it hurt but I couldn’t be mad at your reasons because they weren’t malicious”

“I wish I never did it” Sofia tells you.

“Sof” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Both anger and relief wash over you. If she would have told you this sooner you could have been together.

“I know I have no right to say that but I have wanted to tell you for a while”

Sofia begins rambling, something she has always done when she is nervous and you find it just as adorable as you did when you were dating.

“Sofia” you try to get her to stop talking but you fail miserably.

You kiss her mid sentence knowing that it will definitely make her stop talking. You plan on it being a peck but when Sofia deepens the kiss you don’t pull away. Nothing compared to the way you felt when you kissed her, the past seemed to become irrelevant and so does the future. The two of you are focused on the present.

“Why do we make things more difficult for ourselves” Sofia says whilst she tries to regain her breath.

“I didn’t make this hard, you did. I know I moved away but I told you I wanted to be with you and that I was willing to fight for us”

“I wish that—“

“Y/N are you ok?” Christen comes into the physio’s room fully unaware of the moment she is interrupting.

“She’s ok” Sofia beats you too it.

You see Christen eying you up, her gaze zoning in on your lips and you can only imagine that they are swollen given your make out session.

“Of course she is, she is with you” Christen says “Whilst I did want to come to see if you were ok, I have also been sent in to get you. We are going to play Uno and Kelley is demanding you play, something about the rest of us not being a challenge for her”

The three of you go back to the team. It is obvious that they have questions but they know you well enough to respect your privacy even though it is killing them inside.

“Before we start I have a question for Y/N” Rose asks.

You roll your eyes “I thought we were playing Uno not truth or dare”

When you sit down, Sofia sits in the seat next to you. A smile tugs at your lips when she pull her chair closer to yours, your hand sits comfortably on her thigh and you are relived when she makes no effort to move it.

“One question” Rose gives you her best puppy dog eyes to which you nod your head “you’re contract is up at the end of the season right?”

Again you nod your head but you feel Sofia stiffen beside you. Clearly she has thought about this too.

“Are you going to resign?”

You shake your head. You look at Sofia who is hanging on your every word. You send her wink before turning your attention back to the table.

“You’re coming back to Chicago?“ Mal asks rather excitedly.

“She’s coming home” Megan says.

You give her a look. You were born and raised in Seattle but you both know that isn’t the reason for you returning to the Emerald city.

“You are?” Sofia asks you.

“Playing overseas was never part of my forever plan Sofia. I told you when I left that I would come back to you, you just didn’t believe me. You let me put my career first and I am grateful for that but I think it’s time I give my heart what it wants and what it wants is you” you whisper so only she can hear you.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #Sofia Huerta x reader #sofia Huerta imagine #sofia Huerta one shot #OL reign x reader #OL reign one shot #OL reign imagine

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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pov riv reader and Valeria have to team up because theres this one cartel that you BOTH hate this one cartel and its actually getting bad

“Listen. This is a one time thing. I still hate you.”

“Aha, chula. No me mientes. Yo se que me odias, pero después vas a dormir en mi cama.”

“A la verga, Valeria….!

All the cartel members are like “what the fuck”

IM PROUD OF MYSELF FOR UNDERSTANDING THAT

anyways,, imagine how confused the enemy would be seeing the two of you teaming up !! and how deadly you'd be combined... gotta bicker along the way, though. can't be caught fraternizing when you're supposed to "hate" each other.

womp womp valeria is protective over a person she loves BUT what about the person he despises?? somehow she'd be more protective of you, a rival

#rachel speaks #not writing #valeria garza #valeria cod #valeria garza cod #valeria mw2 #valeria garza x reader #valeria x reader #valeria headcanons #los vaqueros #kortac operators #mw2 #call of duty

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bego447 · 24 days

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The Bad Batch Reacción episodios 8 y 9, temporada 3

Aquí va mi reacción escrita cuando vi los últimos 2 episodios hasta ahora:

EPISODIO 8:

Mencionan a Phee

Crosshair: Who? 🧐

Omega: She's a liberator of ancient wonders.

Crosshair: 😐

Phee menciona a Tech. Inmediatamente yo tras oír su nombre: 🥺😢😭

Mencionan a Fennec. Crosshair: Who?

Oh, el pobre se ha perdido mucho. 😂

Aw, Hunter preocupándose también por que Crosshair mire su mano. 🥺

Ay lo consiguió! 🥺 No vimos cómo pero Omega le convenció!

No es algo físico sino mental 🥺😭 Es que normal, tiene traumas.

Hunter metiéndose en el agua 😍🤤 (ignoremos el color y a saber qué hay dentro)

Me da la sensación de que Crosshair está guardando mucho y en algún momento va a explotar y va a acabar confesando todo por lo que pasó y todo lo que hay en su mente, pero probablemente no de la mejor manera. 🥺

Aparte, Omega con esa chaqueta 😍🥺🤲🏼

Y Crosshair sin la placa esa del hombro 🤩

Lo que Omega le dice a Crosshair 🥺🥺🥺

Wrecker sale del agua y ve a Hunter muy quieto y concentrado en algo. Inmediatamente Wrecker sabe que está percibiendo algo. 🥺

Definitivamente los animadores sabían lo que estaban haciendo cuando hicieron que Fennec tomara a Hunter de la mano para ayudarle a subir. 🥺😂

NO PUEDE SER Omega a convencido a Crosshair para meditar!! 😂🤩🥺

AYY Y eso ella lo aprendió de Gungi!! 🥺

Aahhhww 🥺 Sus manitas 🥺🤲🏼

"You've been to Kashyyyk?"

"You've missed a lot."

"I know." 🥺🥺

Aahhh ¡¿POR QUÉ ESE PLANO ES TAN BONITO?! NO PUEDO 😍😭😍🌅

Jajaja Fennec subiendo la rampa cuando Hunter aún estaba en ella 🤣 Me hizo gracia

Uff, Fennec… 🙄😒

~ ~ ~

EPISODIO 9

Aww jaja Wrecker le dice a Cross que tiene una nueva amiga xDD

Crosshair al lado de Wrecker se ve tan delgadito y chikito 🤲🏼

Tengo miedo de repente por cómo pueda ser el final de la serie…

AHÍ ESTÁ!!! VENTRESSS!!! 🤩

Qué bien se ve Ventress en esta animación y con ese cabello rubio 🤩

JAJAJA Wrecker imitando a Hunter y Cross cuando se cruzan de brazos 🤣

Ajá… 'a friend'

"YOU'RE SAYING I'M A JEDI?" 😂😂

"I cant' determine your midi-chlorian levels withot testing you."

"Then test me."

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

"I need to know what I am."

"Fine." AAAAAAAHHHHHH 🤩🤩

Ventress entrenando a Omega va a ser muy muy interesante 🤩

Wrecker animándola 🥺

Está pelea está chula, la verdad

Ahh el tema del Bad Batch!! 🤩 Me gusta cómo suena!

UUUFFF 🤩🤩🤩

Jajaja y ahora Omega llega y se encuentra ese panorama xD

"She's a war criminal." Eemmm… Y todos los crímenes de guerra cometidos por la República… Anakin, Obi-Wan y compañía se están riendo fuerte ahora mismo 😂

"I never gave up on you, did I?" La cara ce Crosshair cuando Omega dice eso!! 🥺🥺🥺

"How does she knos we're watching?" JAJAJAJAJA Esa mirada da mal rollo 🤣😂😳

"Overprotective shadows" Jaja, es realmente la mejor forma de denominar al Bad Batch xD

:O ¡¡El Kraken!! xD

Esta nueva versión de Ventress es mejor aún de lo que esperaba! 🤩😍😭

Me recuerda a The Sleeper de Dark Disciple 🤔🤩

"Don't sound so surprised." 😂🥺

Crosshair ofreciéndole la mano a Omega para ayudarla a subir 🥺🤲🏼 So gentle

AYYYY Y A VENTRES TAMBIÉN SE LA OFRECE 🥺😭😭 El arco de los dos personajes es bastante parecido en realidad

"I've got a few lives left." AAAAHHHH ESO ES REFERENCIA A QUE MURIÓ EN 'DARK DISCIPLE' 🤩🤩🥺

Me da la sensación de que Ventress volverá a aparecer… O eso espero. Quiero volver a verla. 🥺

#the bad batch #clone force 99 #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb reaction #the bad batch season 3 #tbb s3 #asajj ventress #tbb ventress #bad batch ventress

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wosoluver · 10 days

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200 followers celebration 🩷

I kept the list short, so I'll be able to do all of them!

Choose your prompt + a player from my request list

Songs promp list

Aquel nap ZzZz

"Tú dormida encima de mí

La brisa viene del mar

No te dejo de mirar

Eres mi niña de cristal"

Algo Mágico

"Es algo mágico

Que tiene tu mirada que me hipnotizó,

Todo comenzó algo casual con momentos eróticos

Ahora el estado de mi corazón es crítico

Ya no es tan solo su físico"

Beso

"Ya yo necesito otro beso

Uno de esos que tú me da'

Estar lejos de ti e' el Infierno

Tar cerca de ti es mi paz"

Dame

"Porfa, dame un motivo para no tenerte en mis plane'

Aunque es tarde pa' que este bobo te reclame

Pero, porfa, no me pidas que no te ame

Ni que no te llame"

Playa del Inglés

"Y cada vez

Que te veo me acuerdo ma' de aquella vez

Del perreíto en Plaza en Playa del Inglés

Yo no quiero ser tu ex

Hoy va a haber noche de sex

A ti te gustan isleños, venga, dale, niégate"

Ojitos lindos

"Y solo mírame con esos ojito' lindo'

Que con eso yo estoy bien

Hoy he vuelto a nacer"

La canción

"Pensaba que te había olvidao,

Pero pusieron la canción,

Que cantamos bien borrachos,

Que bailamos bien borrachos,

Nos besamos bien borrachos los dos"

Mami chula

"Hoy conmigo te va' a ir

Baby, la suite ya está reserva'

Vi que estás separa', pues entonce', 11:11 y se nos da

De aquí te va' enjeva'

Tú lo sabe', por eso fue que viniste prepara'"

Perro Negro

"yo no sabía que tú era' así

Te juro que ahora me cae' mejor

Me contaron muchas cosas de ti"

Neverita

"Déjame untarte el sunblock pa que no te quemes

Aquí hay muchas nenas lindas, pero tú la tienes

Jugar conmigo, eso te entretiene

No seas mala, me tienes de meme"

Te felicito

"Te felicito, qué bien actúas

De eso no me cabe duda

Con tu papel continúa

Te queda bien ese show"

Players you can request for this

Patri Guijarro

Claudia Piña

Misa Rodriguez

Andrea Medina

(Sorry Obi girlies, I'll make it up to you, promise)

If you guys want to add any details you want, please do! 🩷

Thank you guys! Really! To many more!

#woso #woso x reader #misa rodriguez #misa rodriguez x reader #patri guijarro #patri guijarro x reader #claudia pina #claudia pina x reader #andrea medina #andrea medina x reader #real madrid femenino #fc barcelona femeni

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srtapinklips · 7 months

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Lowkey me da ansiedad a veces ver las respuestas de Nerissa porque ella es una

toda chula toda lista toda poderosa...

Y yo como user soy más bien

#kkoth #kaelkoth #oc: nerissa kaashar #no soy tan CHULA como mis pj #pido perdón por no ser mejor que nadie #no me diga cosa fea me da amsieda

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constelacion-de-letras · 7 months

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Tuve que soltar a quien no estaba en quedarse. Muchas fueron las veces en las cuales le dije: “luchemos juntos”; Muchas fueron las veces en las que por tratar de salvar lo insalvable mi dignidad se fue a pique. “No l@ dejes”, me repetían algunos. Cada vez que escuchaba eso me enredaba más; no sabía si irme lejos y dejar todo atrás, o seguir pasando a las mil y una noches a su lado. La gente habla sin saber, veían nuestras fotos en el face, esas en donde éramos felices; la gente manejaba la parte chula del cuento de hadas, pero la cruda, la amarga, de esa solo yo sabía. Duré un largo tiempo aguantando en silencio, tragando en seco. ¡Qué duros aquellos momentos de confusión en donde el apego me hacía creer que siendo paciente las cosas iban a solucionarse! Que el amor todo lo tolera, que es comprensivo, sí, es verdad, pero solo aplica cuando los dos sienten lo mismo, cuando ambos están mirando hacia un mismo horizonte, eso yo no lo tenía claro, hasta hace muy poco. Me preguntaba bastante si merecía eso, si el cariño tenía que ser tan bipolar, tan extraño; me preguntaba si el precio de estar con alguien era olvidarme de mi, si el costo era perder mi paz interior. Me hacía tantas preguntas tontas hasta que entendí que no, que el amor está lleno de altas y bajas, pero que nunca mi libertad puede verse en peligro en las manos de quien dice amarme. Comprendí que solo quien vive en carne propia las cosas, conoce la realidad; que existe gente que se atrevería a pasarse la vida entera sufriendo por miedo a empezar de nuevo en otro lugar. Después de un buen rato entendí que ningún “force” es bueno; aprendí después de muchas noches de insomnio que no puedo pedirle que se quede, a quien sencillamente quiere “degaritarse”.

–Galleta 🍪

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The Tour Of Fuck It We Ball Part 3: The Return Of The King (this is about tai… and the band of hobbits, not mikeyway) Days 7-10 of US Tourdust: North Island Credit Union Amphitheatre (Chula Vista, California), BMO Stadium (Los Angeles, California, night 1), KROQ Helpful Honda Sound Space (Los Angeles, California, secret show), BMO Stadium (Los Angeles, California, night 2), Shoreline Amphitheatre (Mountain View, California)

For the California stretch of the tour you need to understand the mood was set early on day 7 when instagram user mikeyway posted a picture of Andy with a teensy tiny little puppy. And then kept posting updates from stage side. It was extra upsetting for the people who rely on streams because for a while there the only updates we were getting were from mikey fuckin way posting pictures to his stories. When it was time for Saturday, mikey fuckin' way went on stage and played bass.

For the piano segment:

On day 7 Patrick said he didn't have anything interesting to say because he sings the interesting things and then we got a song Pete suggested, it was nothing compares 2 u by Prince.

Day 8 he said "i practice this at some point it's just a matter of if they will come back" and then played Mr. Blue Sky (Electric Light Orchestra cover) and then he did something new, he didn't follow that with don't stop believin', he followed it with Golden.

Next day they also had time so he got to do another cover/fob dual piano mystery medley with Every Breath You Take by The Police followed by I've Got This Ringing.

Finally, it took Patrick 10 days and probably a lot of restraint to play an Elvis Costello cover, Allison.

The relentless attack of the magic 8 ball which cannot be bartered with, cannot be persuaded, sees no friends or enemies, and so on and so forth continued, with new twists:

For Day 7 we didn't get any setlists, but the magic 8 ball song was (Coffee's For Closers) ("Should we play a new song we've never played before?/Should we play a fucking song from Folie à Deux?"). Very disappointingly, there was no waltz at the end as was tradition. But we did get theatrics.

LA featured a new twist, 2 8 Ball songs per night. We were unprepared. We did not have the setlists until after the 8 balls hit. They also taught us there could be repeats. We'll get to Pete's Very Specific Phrasing of his explanation after this segment.

Day 8 was GINASFS ("Should we play an old ass b side? no Should we play an old B side?") followed by America's Suitehearts ("Should we play a song off Folie à Deux?"). (GINASFS did not get a codename (other than generally standing for Gay Is Not A Synonym For Shitty), America's Suitehearts' codename was ASS)

Day 9 we got another (After) Life Of The Party ("Should we play an old B side?"), followed by Bang The Doldrums ("Should we play another old one?/Is this one gonna be a doozy?") (Codenames were Sierra Amazon and then Yankee Hotel Hotel. Because the pirate song Yo Ho Hos.) You can see Pete's written his part of Doldrums on the setlist!

Also on day 9 in response to "The magic 8 ball cannot be intimidated, cannot be bartered with. It seeks not friends nor cares for enemies that it makes" Patrick said "This 8 ball gets more intimidating every night" and was met with "I know. The 8 ball does not care how much you rehearse any of this shit". Truer words have never been spoken.

For day 10 it was back to a single 8 ball song, The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes ("Should we play a song off that record where we were sitting on a fucking couch on the cover?", Codename: PATRIZZY S). Pete was clearly feeling very inspired for the code names these days.

We also have more information and confirmation to their obfuscation efforts, someone who went to la2(day 9) also said on discord that their tour guide "said that even the crew other than one front of house person doesn’t get to know the surprise song in advance bc they sound check it in the inner ears only".

Days 8 and 9 were back to back with each other, so naturally, the reasonable thing to do with those hours between shows was to give an interview, and then a whole other secret show:

The interview gave us the very important information that once a song is played in the 8 ball it becomes fair game on the setlist. We thought that was to clarify that GINASFS got a repeat on the 8 ball slot. It wasn't and that very night we found out it meant "it becomes fair game at ANY point on the setlist". That answer also features him masterfully dodging the question of what GINASFS means to him.

It also inexplicably featured Pete pulling out a bunny puppet, that he proceeded to have answer "only the questions i'm nervous about". Look it's a lot to list here, so here's a compilation of every emotional support bunny moment, ft. Patrick interacting with the bunny. So far it hasn't been seen again.

It is very important that everyone reading this knows they had spinny chairs.

There were also other nice things to know (some overlap with the bunny supercut) like Patrick's not at all revisionist sounding take on the hiatus' meaning, Patrick's neighbor trying to be very tactful about the MANIA-sm(f)s wait and Joe being happy to be back. Oh yea and we found out that at no point did the flamethrower bass come with training in pyrotechnics

Pete spoke at one point during the show, and mentioned getting high and staring at a friend pissing, as a Wentzian metaphor and also as a story that happened to him.

Unmentioned until now but The Academy Is… were openers for Wrigley and this subleg of the tour. In Wrigley Sisky took over bass playing for Saturday. And he did it again on day 9. Not only that, but Bilvy finally sang his part during the performance of Sophomore Slump which was added to the main setlist for that night.

And that's not how we found out 8 ball songs are fair game to any placement on the setlist. We found out because during the attic scene they played Homesick At Space Camp.

Oh yeah and one of these shows was on July 3rd, you know what that means… That's right, it's Terminator 2 day, only significant thing to happen. There's no songs aptly named for the day after this. Pete made 2 whole references to Terminator 2. 0 references to the other country that celebrates independence the same day as the Philippines.

It's become increasingly apparent that Pete sometimes adds more narrative to his recurrent speeches, here's the version of his screwtop bottle of wine speech from day 7 where he adds a step after drinking.

Day 8 featured the lava boots speech, and a little about when they moved to LA in the pre-non-encore speech, without any details. But it was something that was rattling in his brain

He also added more for his pre-non-encore speech on day 9. This one's heavy. He talks about their time recording FUTCT and laying under a blanket thinking about death. And how he doesn't lay under a blanket thinking about death anymore

To bring things into something more upbeat, there was a lot of banter on day 10, including one where they almost spoil succession, ft. Andy intervening to take this tour into a real comedy act.

And now for the Fashion & Friendship corner, because fuck it, Pete keeps getting described as being in his Malibu MILF for Gay People era, and they sure are friends:

Our resident Barbara Millicent Wentz, at some point, got an update to his poncho

And on day 9 updated his outfit. Here's another look at the jacket. Other than that he's kept the leather and hoodies. Not the homework though. The roses are also safe, Pete's breath not so much.

Joe was spotted wearing a whole new different t-shirt (also helping a fan out in that vid), or rather the same t-shirt he wore earlier that day. It's still an incredibly momentous update. His commitment to wear a plain grey t-shirt so his admittedly extremely sexy guitar can shine and he's matching it is remarkable.

Andy got some bracelets too!! And he didn't share. We now know why he's packed only one change of clothes, he's living in the TREE

Patrick's hat for California was his green baseball cap with the crysmiley, and his black descendants hat with a leather-y jacket with the era's logo for day 7.

And of course, Patrick is a great hugger, and their friends are very tall.

Also the BMO Stadium was arranged with a walkway, they made good use of it.

As usual, sources and credits and additional content that those have and this skims over are located here in the masterpost!

Here's links to parts 1 and 2

#the tour of fuck it we ball #tourdust #fob #fall out boy

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