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Sergio Ramos Top 10

This is a compilation of the TEN (10) most iconic fuck ups by our captain, enjoy!

10. Ghost goal

“Spain 4 -1 Ireland | Yes, sir!”

This game ended 4-0, please pay more attention to what you’re watching next time Sergio.

9. Ferrer and Federer, it’s the same right?

“’Grande’ Nadal for his 8th Roland Garros and courage to David Federer and his great tournament”

I… think you ment David Ferrer, Sergio.

8. The Euroleague final has an away match

“Calm down, we will surely make a comeback against the greeks and the Euroleague will be ours. #Aporlanovena”

It’s a one-match final Sergio, and we lost…

7. He congratulates the waterpolo women’s team…. a month too late

“Time to rest after watching the women’s national waterpolo team win. Congrats girls..!”

The final was on the 3rd of August….Sergio.

6. Basket and Baloncesto are different sports

“Some of my friends liked Baloncesto, others preferred Basket”

Just because they’re different languages doesn’t mean they aren’t the same sport, Serge.

5. Miami Heat vs San Francisco Spurs 

“What a game..!! The final Miami Heat against San Francisco. It’s clear which team I’m supporting..!! I leave you a pic”

Sergio, I can’t believe you just watched an entire game live and didn’t realize Miami Heat was playing against… San Antonio Spurs.

4. Out of this world

Next time please try to shoot a bit lower, Sergio.

3. Morry Crisma… an hapi niu yeah

Our captain’s unsuccesful attempt of speaking English. Next time don’t speak in English just because the club tells you to, Sergio.

2. We tied but we still lost the three points…. during UCL knock-outs

“We leave disappointed, after a positive result on the first-leg losing the three points today was bittersweet to us”

Real Madrid tied against Olympique de Lyon that day, so we did not lose three points, or two, because we were on KNOCKOUTS which, if I’m right, aren’t point-based… Sergio.

And the most iconic one goes to:

1. Watch those hands

Next time please be more careful, or better… stay away from the trophy, SERGIO.

“When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.”

By Jacob Riis, framed in the Spurs locker room

Behind Closed Doors (M) // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljayb

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (Ft. Jackson, Youngjae + Mark)

Genre: Heavily suggestive, Smut-Comedy

Summary//Request: Wanting to have a little sexy time alone with your boyfriend at GOT7′s dorms turns out to be a disaster with Jackson, Youngjae and Mark accidentally eavesdropping.

This scenario is rated M for Mature as it contains suggestive content and slight smut.

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BREAKING: Kyrie Irving have officially asked the Cleveland Cavaliers to trade him! Kyrie no longer wants to play with LeBron James and would like to be the focal point elsewhere. James is ‘blindsided and disappointed’ (via ESPN)

Per Adrian Wojnarowski & Chris B. Haynes, San Antonio Spurs, Miami Heat, New York Knicks & Minnesota Timberwolves are among the teams Irving would like to be traded to.

Break Me Down Then Build Me Up- Sidlink

Tags/Triggers- slow burn (maybe?), alpha/Omega/beta, hurt/comfort, heat cycles, poor Link what am I gonna do to this kid, mute Link, mentions of child abuse/rape for later chapters (memory stuff, I haven’t written any form of smut before idk how in detail I’ll go but I will mark where these scenes will be for those that want to skip it), yiga clan, happy ending

So yeah those those triggers appear in this chapter…I’m not sure how I’m gonna mark where they are so they can be skipped…I may just not go into detail with them. This is gonna be a royal mess. Anyway…Here ya go.


Chapter 5

Sidon was disturbed by the increased amount of guards patrolling the Domain as they left the infirmary, the healer quickly making her way to his chambers to keep an eye on Link. He hadn’t ordered for the increase, nor did he recall anything happening to cause such action. Glancing at the princess walking with him to the dining hall he noticed her entire being was tense, eyes hard and still showing signs of anger mixing with raw emotion. This caused more worry to bloom in Sidon’s chest.

As they entered the hall, Zelda took a seat at the far corner and requested the strongest drink the Zora’s had. Sidon blinked before taking a seat next to her, requesting something light to drink, as well as a simple dish for them both. The drinks arrived first. Zelda knocked her drink back in one gulp and requested another. The Zora serving them quickly fetched another, this one Zelda simply sipped, her body slowly relaxing.

“I must apologise for my behavior Prince Sidon…It wasn’t my intention to come across as cold.” She ran a hand over face, sighing deeply.

“You must have your reasons to act that way Princess. I’m only alarmed as to why everyone seems to on edge. What happened while Link and I were at the Reservoir?” Sidon took a slow drink, eyes on Zelda.

She sighed again, staring into her glass and swirling the liquid. “Have you heard of the Yiga Clan, prince?”

“Link told me that he helped the Gerudo retrieve an item from them, and that he’s encountered them across Hyrule. They seem intent on killing him actually…” Sidon frowned.

“They want more from him than his death. Those bastards want to use him to breed…”

Sidon stilled, holding back a snarl that was forming in his chest. “I won’t let them touch my pearl.”

Zelda smiled at him. “I’m glad to hear that…. Hopefully we can stop the attack before you two get married.” She giggled softly at the surprised look on the Prince’s face.

“You mean you approve?”

“Of course I do. I’m giving him away myself.” She took another drink. Sidon tilted his head.

“I don’t mean to be rude Princess but, why are you so willing to let him go? I was certain a battle of dominance was to happen.” Which Sidon was already prepared to win, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

Zelda’s expression fell, a deep sadness replacing the exhaustion and anger. “Because…I was the reason he lost his voice…”


^“You little bastard! Get back here!” Link tried to hide, but a rough hand grabbed him by the hair and tossed him into the wall. He felt his ribs cracking, a wheezing sob escaping his lips. The blows on him continued to rain, he blocked his face with his arms.

“Worthless! You tainted my bloodline! To think an omega was born out of a strong line of alphas!” Link felt spit hit his face. “I should kill you like I did your whore of a mother!”

Tears fell. Link has dealt with this since his mother died. He couldn’t escape. He prayed for death…^

A broken whine left his chapped lips. He could hear a soft voice next to him and something cool places on his forehead. Link felt too hot, he wanted Sidon. He didn’t have the energy to open his eyes, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t sign. What was happening to him? He fell back into the spiral of hell he was trying to free himself of as the voice next to him tried their best to sooth his panic.


“What do you mean by that Princess?” Sidon was very confused. How was it her fault that Link couldn’t speak?

Zelda took a long draught of her drink, leaning back in her chair. “When…When my father was alive, he was set on creating the strongest army possible. Only the strongest alphas were allowed to breed, and only the strongest omegas were allowed to bear those children…“ She gave a half-hearted laugh. “To think that’s how he thought was the only solution to making a strong race. Hylians can be so selfish…All of us use to be that way. The weak ones were used as slaves, either for work or…Pleasure.” Zelda bit out that last part. Sidon’s eyes going wide as he listened.

“After I came of age for my first heat, my father sent his soldiers out to find only the best omega they could find. I’m not sure how they found him, but they brought Link to my chamber. H-he was so skinny, Sidon. Covered in bruises and cuts. I actually laughed at him…” She downed the rest of her drink, when she asked for another she gave a lopsided smile to the server when the Zora asked if she was sure. “I’m sure dear, my mate used to be the Champion of the Gerudo. I had to learn to hold my liquor with that one.” The Zora nodded and refilled the glass.

“I couldn’t smell fear on him. In fact, looking back on it I don’t know how I didn’t sense the goddess power flowing in his veins. But his smell is so…Sweet. Intoxicating. It spurred my heat on, and I…” She took a shuddering breath. “I had him pinned, I managed to take his trousers off even with his struggling. I almost…I almost took him. Until he started -screaming-, and his fear was so strong it snapped me out of my heat. I saw the bruises on his thighs….That -look- on his face…That sheer terror…” Tears were forming in her eyes as she downed half her drink again. “It caught me off guard, and even in his weakened state he had a powerful right hook.” A weak chuckle left her lips. “He pulled his clothes back on and ran off. I’m not sure where he went, or if my father caught him…But…”

Zelda choked on a sob as she continued. “It was about a week after that, the other champions and I were going to the Spring of Courage. When we got there, Farosh was curled around the goddess statue. It scared us. Mipha had smelled the blood….and-and I could hear a voice, begging me to help him.” Her tears were falling faster now. “Link was at the base of the statue, naked, bloodied, so -broken-….That..That gurgling noise he was making. Someone slit his throat. I’m not sure how he was still alive. None of us were sure. When Mipha began healing him, I heard Farosh speaking. Telling me to right my wrong. To take him to the Great Deku Tree, never fail the Hero Of Time again…”

She turned her teary eyes to the prince, only crying more at the look of horror and anger etched in his features. “I promised Farosh. I know I had been harsh on Link, to keep him safe from my father I had to treat him how I did when I knighted him. I know I failed him again when the Calamity came. I won’t fail him again Sidon. I can’t let him look like that again. I won’t allow that terror taint him. I won’t let it taint you.”


Link sobbed weakly as memories assaulted him, beatings, being violated, over and over again. It made his fever climb, until it suddenly broke, and Link screamed.


……This is a train wreak. But hey, at least I gave it the old college try. It only gets worse from here. But I promise the ending is happy. Kiba out.

tardistype221b replied to your post: Requests Open :)

Ooooh maybe an ot4 omegaverse where noctis and prompto are both omegas and are being cuddled and loved in a nest with their alphas; you write omegaverse so well id love to see more

Ah yay any excuse to write Omegaverse is great in my book! :D


It was warm and soft in their little nest inside the tent. Noctis and Prompto had built the space together, carefully arranging blankets and pillows in a perimeter. The two Omegas were starting heats soon, and nothing beat the comfort of a soft nest when dealing with pre-heat cramps and sweats. They cuddled together now, waiting for their Alphas to return from a run to the nearby Coernix Station for supplies.

Prompto let out a soft whine and pressed close to Noctis, communicating without words his need for intimacy. Noctis responded with a gentle keen, and the two shared a kiss while hands trailed down flushed skin. Their pack bond was a special one, and the two often shared moments of love even without the Alphas around. Prompto nuzzled Noctis’ neck gently; he could smell Ignis’ mark from here and was careful not to disturb it. As close as he and Noctis were, nothing was as special as a mating mark, and it was an unspoken rule between them all that no one touched the marks on the Omegas’ necks except those who had made them. Noctis returned the affection with gentle kisses, also avoiding Gladio’s mark.

They cuddled a while longer, until the Alphas reappeared. They smelled the men first, musky and powerful, then heard their voices and footsteps as they approached the tent. Gladio held the flap open, and Ignis ducked inside. Both men were holding bags of supplies for the coming week. Prompto sat up eagerly upon seeing them, and Noctis yawned, having been on the edge of sleep, propping himself up on one arm.

“Missed you,” Prompto chirped, holding his arms out for his Alpha.

“I see you made yourselves comfortable,” Gladio replied with a smile, setting down his bags and sinking into Prompto’s embrace.

“We had to do something,” Noctis yawned, “You took forever.”

“Apologies for making you wait,” Ignis dropped his bags off as well and knelt beside his Omega prince, “Perhaps reparations are in order?” He placed a soft kiss on Noctis’ mating mark, eliciting a shiver from the man.

“Just hold me,” Noctis murmured, pulling Ignis close.

The pack settled into the nest, bodies intertwined in comfort. The Alphas crooned gently to their mates, easing out the tension from the oncoming heats, though their scents spurred the Omegas’ bodies on. It wouldn’t be much longer until both Omegas were begging their mates for release and fulfillment. They used this time now, though, to cuddle and rest. Kisses were swapped among the pack, fingers traced out patterns on hot skin, and soft purrs and keens filled the tent. At this point in their bond, little words ever needed to be spoken between them all, subtle shifts in scent and quiet noises were all they needed to communicate to one another how they felt.

The Omegas threaded their fingers together and looked over at each other from their positions in the Alphas’ arms. Tomorrow they would be nearly mindless with lust, but they only felt contentment in this instant. Prompto leaned over and kissed first Noctis, then Ignis, letting them share his joy. To be pack bonded with them was the greatest feeling in the world, and Prompto wanted them all to know that. They purred happily in return, and Prompto leaned back into Gladio’s arms, closing his eyes to feel his mate’s heartbeat all the better.

Noctis rolled over and buried his face in Ignis’ neck, inhaling the scent of his Alpha. It made his mind feel light and warm. Gladio kissed the back of Noctis’ head affectionately, and then leaned in to capture Ignis’ lips. Their tongues tangled, not a battle for dominance but rather a commitment of tenderness. The Alphas had long since learned to put aside any dominate tendencies and share the love between their pack equally. The four cuddled in bliss until they fell asleep for the evening. It was the perfect way to spend their last night before a week of heats hit. The nest cradled them together, and not a thing would tear them apart.


If you’re a PKMN and NBA fan like I am, then you’ll love this.

Pokemon NBA, by Micah Coles.

If you weren’t a sports enthusiast, now you are! What is your favorite team(s)?

Convict - Pt 1

This is going to be like a mini series, hope you guys like it.

It will be in third person POV though.

Justin’s POV

Justin held tight to the gun which sat firmly in the duty belt around his waist, as though if he didn’t, some criminal from the prison would steal it. First day on the job and the poor boy was jitteing. Actually being on the site was a lot different then just training, and judging by some of the glares some passing prisoners have already given, he knew he wasn’t going to be too popular around here.

With the constant tapping of his foot, he patently waited for a fellow guard to show since the warden said he was expecting a tour of the prison. As Justin picked at the material of his new uniform, a pretty looking woman in uniform had rounded the corner, with a smile on her face at the sight of him.

The woman strutted down the concrete hall, stopping directly in front of Justin with a extended hand. “Morning Office Bieber.” The wemon smiled “I’m officer Baldwin, but you can call me Hailey. I’ll be showing you around the prison today.” 

Justin smiled. “Okay.” 

“Great, follow me.” With a seductive wink, Officer Baldwin - or, Hailey - began leading Justin through the prison. First stop was the cells. Many rows of iron doors leading a far distance down a hall. Each cell consisted of one ragged old and worn bunk bed and a sink.

“These are the mens wards. The women’s ones are down at the other side of the prison. No Female and male convicts are allowed to interact with each other so we have to seperate them.” She explained.

In curiosity, Justin wondered “Where are all the convicts?”

Hailey smiled “Oh, they’re over in the mess hall. Its breakfast time for the disgusting criminals.” she scowled. “Why don’t we go introduce you to them?” 

He nodded his head, as Hailey led him toward the mesh hall. The large cafeteria was guarded by a clean iron door and two other guards. As Officer Baldwin pushed the door open, the chatter in the hall died down slightly as heads turned in our direction.

A few whistles echoed from around the hall, men catcalling at Hailey. She ignored their hollers and slowly began making her way to the front of the cafeteria. 

“Alright everyone, this is officer Bieber, the new guard!” Hailey yelled. Some people chuckled at his sight, others continued to ignore the two guards while a few whistles where passed around through the girls.

“Ooh! Pretty boy’s got a gun!” one of the prisoners yelled. Every convict in the mess hall began laughing. Wow, they have a sick and weird sense of humor.

Justin took a look around the chuckling figures, studying the hall set up. Girls dressed in orange jumpsuits as the men wore green suits all sitting on separate sides of the cafeteria, all except one. In the mixture of green uniforms throughout the men’s section of the Mesh hall, was one orange suit sitting on a male prisoners lap.

“I thought the men and the woman weren’t supposed to interact with each other?” Justin asked. 

“There not.” Hailey replied.

“Then why is she?” he pointed to the woman sitting on the male convicts lap.

Hailey looked towards the end of Justin’s finger and visibly tensed at the sight. “Put your finger down!” She whisper-yelled. “Don’t let her see you pointing at her.”

“Why? Who is she?” Justin asked.

“That’s Y/N.” Hailey explained “In here, she’s got a reputation. She has power in this prison and a lot of the prisoners are scared of her. Watch what you say around her, she thinks she runs this prison.” Hailey rolled her eyes.

“i’m guessing you don’t like her very much?”

“Not at all. But I wouldn’t dare say anything to her. She sent three armed guards to the hospital with her bare hands just for saying that she wasn’t allowed to sit in the men’s section. Ever since-”  

Justin looked back at the girl. She was rather pretty but he knew behind all that beauty was a cold and ugly heart with a deadly state of mind. One thing for sure though was that there was no way he was gonna let this girl have her way. He may be knew but this is a prison, and people where going to follow the rules whether they liked it or not.

With a huff, Justin began strutting over towards the girl seated at the men’s table, ignoring officer Baldwins sentence. Once Hailey caught sight of Justin’s movement, she stopped talking to grab a hold of his hand in a failed attempt to stop him. “Where are you going? Officer Bieber, no don’t!” But he did’t stop.

Justin approached ‘Y/N’ and the guy she was seated on. Arms folded, across his chest in a angered stance. Slowly, Y/N turned her head to look up at the officer before her. With a bored and pissed expression, she spat “What do you want?”

Officer Bieber cleared his throat “You need to go leave this area and go take a seat with the women.”

Everyone sitting at the table laughed, including Y/N “That’s funny” She laughed dryly. “Look dipshit, I understand your new, so I’m gonna let you off with a warning and politely ask you to fuck off before I snap your neck.”

She turned back towards her table, continuing to talk with her fellow mates but Justin wasn’t having it. “That’s not how you should talk to someone of the law. Now I’m gonna ask you again, please leave this table and go and sit in your allocated area.”

Y/N stopped, her body falling frozen in position as everything the officer said began to sink in. With a frown, Y/N slowly turned around and stood out of her seat. “You obviously know fuck all about this prison so let me just drill this into you thick head.” She jabbed a finger at herself “I run this prison, anything you do to offend me will lead to a consequence. And guess what ass wipe, you just offended me.” 

Justin looked down at the girls small figure, everyone around them watching in anticipation and horror. He honestly didn’t think the girl was going to do anything, he really just thought the intimidating act was just for show. So when Y/n raised a tight fist in eye level with the man, the first thing officer Baldwin decided to do was run over and hold her back.

Y/N jumped at the sudden contact of another officer. Fury built inside her at the thought of someone holding her back from giving a good beating, so in the heat of the moment spur, she spun around and threw her fist into the face of the officer who was holding her back.

Officer Baldwin fell to the floor, holding her nose in hand. “Don’t fucking touch me Hailey!” Y/N spat towards the woman before spinning back around to Justin “Your lucky your little bitch of a girlfriend held me back, or else I would have fucked you up.” And with that, she was stomping out of mesh hall.

Suddenly, the warden came running in “What’s going on in here?!” looking around, he caught sight of officer Baldwin on the floor and sighed. “Y/N?” 

Hailey nodded. “Alright, everyone back to there cells! now!” The warden yelled. everyone stood up, groans filled the room as the convicts began to pile out of the mesh hall.

Justin quickly spun around towards Officer Baldwin. “Hailey are you alright?!” 

“I-I’m fine. But you shouldn’t have done that, and waited for me to finish talking. ever since she put those guards in the hospital, she was allocated to the men’s ward since she was found too dangerous for the wemon. Some are pregnant.”

Justin sighed, rubbing my face “Shit.” 

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.” She sighed. “You just dug yourself into some deep shit with a major convict.”

“What does that mean?” I asked in fear.

“It means your life in the prison is about to become a living hell.”