#portuguese swallow

[acerocketacademia]

back to studying after a week down and a week of actualy holiday and recovery abroad

4-5 weeks before my midterms start and this is the list:

○ catch up on those two weeks of lectures

● work on paper around evidence based treatments focused on emotional regulation

○ a reflection assignment

● synthesise my notes and the slides into a pretty and complete text before the christmas holiday starts

○ gradually build a sustainable routine (waking up early, eating my meals, remembering my meds, taking breaks, leaving the house...)

● romanticise the fuck out of this academic period

[xo100]

Golf - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: In Portugal, Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell, and Max’s girlfriend Pietra go golfing, with Pietra’s single friend (you) tagging along. You struggle with the game, prompting Lando to offer hands-on lessons.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1298

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The warm Portuguese sun bathed the lush green golf course, casting soft shadows over the rolling hills. The faint scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as the group of four made their way towards the first hole. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell, his girlfriend Pietra, and Pietra’s friend—a single woman, fresh-faced and smiling despite her clear inexperience with golf—walked together, laughter bubbling up between them as they teased one another.

Pietra nudged Max playfully as he adjusted his glove, “You know you're only here to look pretty while you lose, right?”

Max scoffed. “We’ll see who loses when I sink this birdie.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head as he carried his golf bag. His eyes, however, kept straying to the woman walking beside Pietra—you. You had been quiet at first, observing the banter between the group, but it didn’t take long for you to find your rhythm. Your natural charm had won the guys over quickly, but it was Lando who seemed most intrigued by you.

You were unsure about this whole golfing thing; you’d never played a round in your life. But when Pietra had invited you to join them on this trip, the allure of sunny Portugal and new adventures was impossible to resist. Plus, you weren’t going to lie—spending time around Lando was hardly a bad thing.

After the first few holes, it became obvious that you were, well, not the best golfer. You swung the club a few times, and while your effort was there, the technique... not so much. Your ball either went nowhere, or far off course. Each miss was followed by giggles from Pietra and lighthearted teasing from Max.

“You’ve got this,” Pietra grinned, leaning on Max’s arm, as you tried yet again.

Your swing was way off. The ball barely moved. You cringed, immediately breaking into laughter.

“That’s it,” Lando said with a mischievous smile, stepping forward. “Time for a lesson.” His eyes sparkled with something more than just amusement, his dimpled grin sending a flutter through your stomach.

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t stop the smile pulling at your lips. “Oh? You’re going to teach me how to golf?”

“Well, someone’s got to save you from yourself.” He gave you a teasing wink, his accent rolling off his words in a way that made your heart skip. “Max certainly won’t.”

Max snorted, raising his hands. “I’m no teacher. Good luck, mate.”

You shook your head, amused, but when Lando stood next to you, a little closer than necessary, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. He placed his hands over yours, adjusting your grip on the club. His touch was firm, but not forceful, guiding rather than instructing.

“First, you need to relax,” Lando said softly, his voice close to your ear. “You’re too tense.”

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken at the proximity. His body was warm, his presence so magnetic that you were barely able to focus on his words. You could feel his breath against your skin as he adjusted your arms, moving them into position. He leaned in a little more, close enough that the scent of his cologne filled your senses.

“Like this,” Lando murmured, his hands guiding the motion. He stood behind you, his chest lightly brushing your back, and for a moment, you forgot you were supposed to be learning how to golf.

The rest of the group had quieted, either lost in their own conversation or deliberately giving the two of you space. Pietra, ever the romantic, watched with a knowing smile.

“Okay,” Lando continued, still guiding your movements. “Now, on three, swing. One… two… three.”

Together, you swung, and to your surprise, the ball sailed smoothly across the grass, not far, but far better than any of your previous attempts.

You turned, eyes wide. “I did it!”

Lando grinned down at you, pride in his expression. “See? It’s all in the technique.”

You laughed, a little embarrassed but mostly happy. “I guess I just needed the right teacher.”

He gave you a playful nudge with his elbow. “Or maybe I’m just that good.”

The flirting between you and Lando was subtle, woven into each shared glance and teasing comment. It wasn’t overt, but the tension between you was undeniable. Every time his hand brushed yours as he handed you the club, or when his fingers lingered on your back as he showed you the proper stance, it sent little sparks through your skin.

“Okay, let’s try again,” Lando said, stepping back into position behind you. This time, his touch was more casual, but it still held that underlying tension that made your pulse race.

You swung again, and though the ball didn’t fly as far, it still went in the right direction.

Lando gave a mock sigh. “Guess I’ll have to stick with you for the rest of the day. You’re not ready to be let loose just yet.”

“Is that so?” You shot him a playful look, fully aware of how close he was standing to you. “And here I thought I was getting better.”

“You are,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “You’re just not ready to leave the pro yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence, but something about the way he looked at you made the laughter die on your lips, replaced by a different kind of awareness.

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The day went on like that, filled with stolen glances, light touches, and gentle teasing. The others gave you space, Max and Pietra happily absorbed in their own world, but there was a sense that everyone knew something was happening between you and Lando.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the course, the group decided to call it a day. Max and Pietra walked ahead, leaving you and Lando lingering behind, still chatting quietly.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lando asked, his eyes catching yours as you strolled beside him, golf clubs slung over your shoulders.

You shrugged, smiling. “Not bad at all. But I don’t think I’ll be challenging you to a game anytime soon.”

“Maybe we could practice again,” he suggested, his tone light, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. “I could give you some more lessons.”

There it was again—the tension, the unspoken something that had been building all day. You felt your heart race, your stomach doing little flips at the idea of spending more time with him. Alone.

“I think I’d like that,” you said, your voice soft as you looked up at him.

Lando’s smile widened, his dimple showing once again. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

Neither of you moved for a moment, the world around you seeming to fade as the connection between you intensified. You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, you were standing even closer, the air between you charged with possibility.

“Lando,” you whispered, unsure of what to say next, your heart beating fast in your chest.

But before you could say more, Max’s voice rang out from ahead. “Oi! You two lovebirds coming or what?”

You both jumped back, laughing at the interruption, though the moment wasn’t lost. Lando’s hand found yours for a brief second, giving it a gentle squeeze before he let go, his eyes promising that this wasn’t the end of whatever was brewing between you.

“Yeah, we’re coming,” Lando called back, a grin on his face.

As you made your way back to the group, your heart felt light, your cheeks warm from more than just the sun. Golf might not have been your game, but Lando—Lando was a whole different story.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, I hope y’all enjoyed! Also a BIG thank you for all the love on one of my last story; Lazy mornings!

[sxcretricciardo]

you broke me first - L.N

•

It was a quiet morning in your London apartment, sunlight streaming through the windows as you sipped your coffee. You were scrolling through your phone, answering texts from friends and checking the news. Lando had flown out for the Monaco Grand Prix, and you’d been planning to watch from home and cheer him on, as you always did when your schedules didn’t align.

Then, the headline appeared.

“Lando Norris Arrives at the Monaco GP with Portuguese Actress Magui Corceiro on His Arm.”

At first, you thought it was some kind of mistake. Maybe the media was misinterpreting things. But as you scrolled through the photos attached to the article, your stomach turned. There they were: Lando and Magui, walking side by side, her hand lightly brushing his arm, his familiar, boyish grin directed at her.

You clicked on another article. Then another. Each one painted the same picture—Lando and Magui looked far too comfortable together. And you? You weren’t even mentioned.

Your heart raced as you reread the articles. How could he not have told you about this? You felt stupid, blindsided. Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe this was some kind of PR stunt.

You sent him a text.

You: “Hey, saw the pics of you and Magui. Can you call me?”

An hour passed. Then two. Your coffee grew cold as you stared at your phone, willing it to light up. By mid-afternoon, when he still hadn’t replied, you couldn’t sit in silence any longer.

You booked the first available flight to Monaco, the entire journey a whirlwind of anxiety and anger. When you finally arrived at his hotel suite, you were shaking with a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline.

You knocked harder than you meant to. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal Lando, looking surprised to see you.

“Y/N?” he said, blinking. “What are you doing here?”

“I think you know why I’m here,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. You stepped into the room before he could stop you, your phone clutched tightly in your hand.

“What’s going on?” he asked, closing the door behind you.

You spun around, holding up your phone. “Care to explain this?”

Lando frowned, glancing at the screen. His expression didn’t change. “It’s just Magui. We’re friends.”

“Friends?” you echoed, your voice rising. “Friends don’t show up to races looking like that. Friends don’t walk arm in arm, grinning like they’re on a date!”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re overreacting. It’s nothing, Y/N. Seriously.”

Your chest tightened. “Overreacting? Lando, I had to find out about this from the media. Do you know how humiliating that is? I thought we were—” You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “I thought we were serious.”

There was a pause. He looked at you, his face unreadable. “Serious?” he repeated quietly.

“Yes, serious!” you exclaimed. “We’ve been together for months. We’ve talked about the future, about making things work despite our careers. How could you not think this was serious?”

Lando hesitated, and when he finally spoke, his words felt like daggers. “I don’t know, Y/N. I mean, we’re young. I didn’t think we were… you know, that serious.”

Your breath caught. “You didn’t think we were that serious? Are you kidding me?”

“Look, I care about you,” he said, his tone defensive. “But I thought we were just having fun, you know? I didn’t think you saw it as something more.”

You stared at him, feeling the walls close in around you. “You thought I was just… having fun?”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah. I mean, isn’t that what we were doing?”

Your hands were shaking now, your voice barely above a whisper. “I loved you, Lando.”

His eyes widened, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw regret flash across his face. But he didn’t say anything.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, refusing to cry in front of him. “I guess I was wrong about you. About us.”

You turned and walked out, leaving him standing there in silence.

You went radio silent after that. Your team noticed immediately, but you brushed off their concern, throwing yourself into your work. Every ounce of heartbreak, every bitter tear, found its way into your music.

The studio became your sanctuary, a place where you could channel your pain into something tangible. Your producer was blown away. “This is incredible,” he said after one session. “Whatever you’re going through… keep going. This is next-level.”

The album, which you titled Shattered Strings, came together in record time. Each track was raw, vulnerable, and unflinchingly honest. It was the most personal project you’d ever created, and it terrified you.

One song stood out above the rest: You Broke Me First. It was the first song you wrote after leaving Lando, and it was the hardest to record. The lyrics felt like they were carved straight out of your heart, and every time you sang them, you relived the pain.

Five months later, your album was released, and the response was overwhelming. Fans flooded social media with praise, calling it a masterpiece. The tour sold out almost instantly, and your first show was scheduled in London.

You weren’t sure if you were ready to face the public again, but you knew you had to.

The night of the concert, you stood backstage, nerves swirling in your stomach. The energy of the crowd was electric, and you could hear them chanting your name.

“You’ve got this,” your manager said, giving you a reassuring smile.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped onto the stage, the roar of the audience washing over you. The lights were blinding, but you could still make out faces in the crowd. As you sang your first few songs, you started to relax, losing yourself in the music.

Then, during a pause between songs, you spotted him.

Lando was sitting in the VIP section, his eyes fixed on you. He looked different—older, somehow, and more serious. Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to look away.

When it came time for You Broke Me First, your hands were trembling as you held the mic. “This next song,” you said softly, “is about heartbreak. It’s about finding strength when someone you love tears you apart.”

The first piano notes filled the arena, and you closed your eyes, letting the lyrics flow. As you sang, memories of Lando flooded your mind—the good, the bad, and the devastating. Tears welled up in your eyes, and this time, you couldn’t hold them back.

The crowd noticed. So did Lando.

After the show, you retreated to your dressing room, exhausted and emotionally drained. You had barely sat down when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you said, assuming it was a member of your team.

The door opened, and there he was. Lando.

Your breath caught. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” he said, stepping inside. His voice was shaky, his eyes red like he’d been crying.

You crossed your arms, trying to keep your composure. “Why, Lando? What could you possibly have to say to me now?”

He took a deep breath, his voice breaking as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I messed everything up, and I hate myself for it.”

You shook your head, anger bubbling to the surface. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to hurt me and then show up months later like it never happened.”

“I know,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I needed you to know that I was wrong. About everything. You’re the love of my life, Y/N, and I was too stupid to see it.”

Your heart ached at his words, but you couldn’t let yourself fall apart again. “Lando, do you have any idea how much you hurt me? How long it took me to put myself back together?”

He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know. And I’ll never forgive myself for it. But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

You stared at him, tears in your own eyes now. “I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

“I’ll prove it,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just… please give me a chance.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, finally, you sighed. “I need time, Lando. If you’re serious, prove it. But I’m not making any promises.”

He nodded, a glimmer of hope in his tearful eyes. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

As he left, you sat down, your emotions swirling. Maybe this was the start of something new. Or maybe it was the final chapter. Only time would tell.

•

part 2

[pitchsidestories]

when grumpy met sunshine II Kika Nazareth x Reader

part 2 I masterlist I word count: 2382

It was the first day of training after the summer vacation marking the start of pre-season. With the new players coming in on the one hand and on the other hand the familiar faces it almost felt like the beginning of a school year. Everyone was buzzing.  

One of the fresh signings approached you quickly once she recognized you, her face lit up with joy and excitement.

“Hi y/n, I love your playing style and can’t wait to play with you!”, Kika Nazareth greeted you. God how you hated that footballer and her stupid smile. Also how dare she is saying that after what happened a year ago.

“Uhu, sure. It seems like you forgot what you did during the Champions League group stage games.”, you answered coldly.

“Huh, what do you mean?”, the Portuguese woman frowned confused.

“Forget it.”, you waved it off and rushed off leaving a very bewildered Kika behind.

“Don’t take it personally she never forgets anything really. Come on you need to meet the rest of your new teammates.”, Mapi padded empathetically the shoulder of the young forward.

“But I don’t get it, Mapi. What did I ever do to her?”, the brunette asked the defender, while her brown eyes followed you across the room. S

he was genuinely excited to play with you, if you hadn’t stopped her so abruptly the Portuguese might have said even more. How Kika loved the way you looked and.. she should stop thinking any further you clearly were mad at her, but why?

“I don’t know.”, the older Spanish woman shrugged equally as clueless.

“Weird.”, the forward mumbled.

“Let’s go the others are so thrilled to see you.”, Mapi tried to cheer her up.

“Hey, everyone.”, Kika begun anew, beaming at the teammates. Hoping, no praying, she wouldn’t cause a reaction like yours earlier. The dark haired forward didn’t want to ruin the first day at the new club anymore.

“Hi, welcome to the club.”, Claudia replied grinning.

“And thanks to special agent Aitana for this transfer who sadly can’t be here right now.”, Mapi continued, trying to soothe the fresh signing. It worked Kika did feel more relaxed in front of them.

“Guys calm down she still hasn’t proven herself in the team.”, you commented rolling your eyes, suddenly appearing next to Ingrid.

“I’m aware of how good this team is. But I’m sure I can help.”, the Portuguese swallowed hard, trying to sound as optimistic as possible.

“We’ll see about that.”, you shot back.

“Don’t worry you’ll.”, she promised. The football player was waiting for a response but once more you vanished without a trace. What a strange behaviour Kika thought to herself.

Thankfully Ellie delivered a much-needed distraction.

 “Kika? Ewa and I wanted to ask you if you’d join us for a coffee sometime soon? As we’re all new to the city.”  

“Yes, sure, I’d love that.”, she nodded happily.

Ellie beamed: “Wonderful.“

“Can’t wait.“, Kika smiled back at the young goalie.

Once again, you rolled your eyes and turned away from them to focus on your warm up.

You were one of the last to leave the pitch two hours later, thinking that you would have the dressing room for yourself. You did not expect Ingrid and Mapi waiting for you there.

“So?“, Ingrid said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

You didn’t want to talk about your new team member so you decided to play along: “So what?“

With a half smile she finally formulated a question: “Why are you pouting?“

“I’m not pouting. Just annoyed by that smiley…“, you stopped yourself. You couldn’t come up with the right word for her anyway.

Mapi shook her head: “You’re not annoyed.“

At this point, you were starting to get annoyed with these two as well.

“Yes, I am. We didn’t need her in our team.“

“That’s not our decision though.“, Mapi shrugged.

You were about to say something but Ingrid was faster: “Y/n?“

You turned to her: “Yes?“

“Tell us why you’re mad at her.“

You heaved a frustrated sigh. They were worse than your parents.

“Remember when we drew against Benfica in Lisbon?“

Both of them nodded. Of course they would remember last years UWCL games. “Yeah?“

“What happened there? Why can’t you move on from it?“, Mapi asked.

Her girlfriend added: “Come on. It can’t be that bad. You can tell us.“

They looked at you with those soft eyes, all parent-like. Almost like your team psychologist.

The sudden urge to tell them disappeared completely so you just shrugged and grabbed your bag: “Whatever.“

You could feel their eyes on you as you left the dressing room, still in your workout clothes.

Ingrid looked at her incredulously: “Well, that was strange, Mapi.“

“Very.“, she agreed slowly.

As you went back to your own place, Kika and the other new players sipped on their coffees at a tiny little coffee shop.

“No, I’ll win her over with my charm, Ellie.“, Kika announced confidently. Even they had noticed the awkward tension between the two of you.

The English goalkeeper nodded slowly: “Sure you will, Kika.“

“Anyone wants some cake with their coffee?“, Ewa changed the topic. She had been eyeing the tasty looking sweet treats on display right from the start.

The Portuguese striker nodded: “Of course.“

“Can’t say no, they look delicious.“, Ellie laughed.

“We have to celebrate. It’s our first coffee date in our new home.“, Kika laughed.

Ewa stood up and agreed: “We do.“

She quickly returned with three different slices of cake so all of them could try.

“Knowing we play for such a prestigious club now feels great, right?“, she said as she sat the plates down on the table.

“This feels like a dream come true.”, the goalkeeper agreed with a dreamy look in her blue eyes.

It has always been something the blonde fantasized about since she was a little girl, playing for that club and now the fantasy turned into reality which she was forever grateful for.

When Ellie continued, she sounded serious. “Especially after the last year that I had.” The other two women knew about the stroke the English player had suffered.

That was why Kika pulled her into a soft hug whispering into the ear. You deserve to be here so much, Ellie.”

“Thanks. I’m happy that I got to start with you two.”, the goalkeeper smiled at her new teammates.

“Same. I’ve a feeling this will be a fantastic first season for us.”, Ewa replied enthusiastically.

“And we got each other if it’s getting hard.”, the Portuguese striker added.

“Yes, plus I’m sure even grumpy will like you eventually, Kika.”, Ellie remarked.

Immediately the smile vanished from the brunette’s face. “Not so sure about this. Apparently, I must have done something to her during our UWCL match last season.”

“But you don’t remember?”, Ewa questioned curiously. Quickly Kika shook her head.

“No.”

Although she tried her hardest to think what the striker could have done which made you hate her so much. Usually everyone warmed up under Kikas positive radiance, but you were her first exception, following her into her dreams.

In training Kika and you were much to your dismay supposed to be partners.

“Kika, I think Ill swap with Esmee.”, you declared.

“You can’t swap training partners.”, Mapi interjected in a tone which didn’t allow any dissent.

“Fine.”, you groaned. Even though you had played a few years in the first squad of Barca now aged 21 the defender was still like the big sister you never had, and you didn’t want to disappoint her. Even if it meant you needed to work with the person you disliked.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.”, Kika observed, wearing a huge smile on her lips.

“Yes, with the one who showed me the middle finger last year.”, you muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, it was still loud enough for the striker to understand the words you were saying.

“I never did that!”, she objected loudly.

“Yes, you did.”, you responded.

“No way, I’d never do that.”, Kika insisted.

“And when you said something about the way I played.”, your voice trembled.

“That’s not true.”, the striker denied strongly.

“What’s true?”, you wanted to know.

“Nothing of what you think happened is true!”, she stated passionately.

Hearing her statement made your heart pound hard against your chest. “Are you saying that this is all a huge misunderstanding?”

Obviously!“, Kika said with emphasis and the slightest undertone of anger.

“Oh.“

You didn’t know what else to say. Was she telling the truth? Did it really only look like it at the pitch? Was it a gesture to you or her own teammate?

All the Champions League games seemed to blur together in front of your inner eye. Now you weren’t sure anymore.

“Wait… so you don’t hate me because I’m here and could potentially take your place in the starting squad?“, Kika asked.

You frowned at her: “No, we play two different positions. So why should I be afraid of that?“

“Because I know that you like to push forward too.“, she explained.

You stalled once again. You found it impressive that she had already analyzed your playing style.

You shook your head: “Yes. But I don’t hate your for that. I’m used to tough competition, Barca is my childhood club.“

“Okay… wow.“

“What?“

Kika started laughing: “I really thought you hated me because you had a good reason.“

At first you just glared at her for making fun of you but her laugh was incredibly infectious and you suddenly found yourself laughing with her.

“Stop laughing. This is a good reason!“, you told her as you playfully hit her arm.

“That’s not a good reason.“

“Come on. Focus on your exercise.“, you reminded her, still smiling.

Kika raised her hands defensively and grinned: “Okay, okay. Can’t make you mad at me again.“

“No. Also I have to maintain my grumpy status.“, you replied and tried your best to keep your face serious again.

Kika giggled: “Sorry, of course.“

“Good.“

“Don’t worry. I think I can handle your grumpiness.“

You squinted at her: “Might need some sunglasses to deal with your sunshiny attitude.“

“I know you love it.“, she winked at you. She really dared to wink at you!

You shook your head: “No, you’re still the most annoying person around here.“

“You don’t mean that.“

She was right. You didn’t.

Still, you continued to tease: “Are you sure?“

She flashed you a confident smile: “Yes.“

“Dream on.“

Kika shrugged casually and focused back on your partner exercise: “If you say so, y/n.“

After your talk, you didn’t feel that intense anger towards Kika anymore. Everything was a bit lighter once the misunderstanding was cleared up. It went even so far that you didn’t react with pure disgust when she asked you to room together at your first pre-season match against Hoffenheim.

“Can’t believe we’ve to share a room, Kika.“, you joked as you sat on one of the beds.

Kika threw herself onto the other one: “Quit complaining, you grump.“

You shrugged with amusement: “At least it’s just for one night.“

The Portuguese striker smiled: “You will survive. I’m a quiet sleeper.“

After you both changed into your pyjamas and brushed your teeth you happily let your head fall on to the soft pillow.

“Good night, Kika.”, you mumbled.

“Night y/n.”, the striker hummed.

Yet something was off, the heat in that southern part of Germany still hung in the room, plus Kika hasn’t stopped moving in her bed. 

“Can’t you sleep?”, you asked her with a heavy sigh.

“No, what about you?”, she returned the question, directing her gaze straight at you.

“Me neither.”, you admitted. There was some restlessness and tension between the two of you, it was almost unbearable.

“Do you want to talk?”, Kika offered kindly.

“Sure.”, you agreed softly.

“So, what keeps you up?”, the Portuguese wanted to know.

Even though the moonlight enhanced her features and made you think thoughts again you tried to avoid you started with a less heavy confession.

“The adrenaline of the win. I think I’ll never get tired of that feeling, what about you?”

You waited for her response, did you imagine it or did her cheeks turn red, it was hard to tell in the dark.

“Oh, yeah, I get that. I love it too. But there’s something else that keeps me awake.”, the brunette replied nervously.

“There’s? Are you missing Portugal?”, you listened up.

“A bit yes, but that’s not it. This might be a bad start for the new season, but there’s someone in this team that I think I’ve a crush on.”, Kika confessed.

“You do?”, you answered stunned.

“Yeah.”

For a moment you paused before the realization hit you hard.

“Wait, it’s me, right?”

“It’s yes.”, she confirmed quietly.

“That’s too bad because I.”, you begun.

“Oh, you don’t have to say anything, I get that. I didn’t want to ruin anything.”, the striker interrupted you quickly.

“No stop talking for a moment.”, you begged her, placing a finger of yours onto her lips. God, that woman really loved to talk, even though now the time clearly was for listening as you tried to demonstrate to her.

“I fell too.”, you added in a whisper.

“You did? Am I not way too annoying for you.”, Kika frowned.

“Yes, you’re and yet I’d like to kiss your mouth who loves to annoy me with it’s yapping.”, you grinned.

“You should give it a try maybe.”, she smirked.

“Maybe you can sleep better afterwards.”, you suggested playfully.

“Maybe we both can.”, your teammate wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m sure of it.” First the kiss was cautiously before it was getting more intensely until you heard the door open loudly.

“Oh my god!”, Mapi yelled.

“Mapi, get out!”, you shrieked.

“I didn’t see anything. Promise!”, the defender gesticulated wildly. With that said she was gone as quick as the older woman came.

“This news will run like a wildfire, right?”, Kika chuckled.

“Yes, by tomorrow morning everyone knows.”, you groaned as she pulled you into a hug.

“I don’t mind that. They can know that grumpy and sunshine always belong together.”, she announced solemnly placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

[meazalykov]

a love born in war

kika nazareth x spanish!reader (requested)

summary: mistakes flourished into love

warnings: enemies(ish) to lovers. angst. happy ending

the stadium is lit with the restless energy of fans, flags waving in a blur of colors, and chants echoing under the floodlights. 

the grass was pristine, dew glistening under the glare, but you didn’t have time to admire it. every nerve in your body was coiled, ready to strike. you always played like this—fierce, focused, unyielding. years in la masia had shaped you into the player you were, and joining the women’s senior team two years ago has sharpened your edge. 

the match against portugal wasn’t just another world cup qualifier. it was a battle, the kind of game where every player gave more than they had. you were number eighteen with the spanish national team, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to challenge the world’s best.

portugal’s number eighteen, kika nazareth, had been the center of your focus all evening. talented, quick on her feet, and capable of turning any half-chance into a goal, she demanded every ounce of your attention. 

you respected her game, but respect only went so far when it came to securing a victory.

your own jersey, with the number eighteen stitched proudly on the back, clung to you, damp with sweat. it was a coincidence, but a strangely fitting one, that both you and kika wore the same number for your respective national teams. 

eighteen—symbolic for the way you both played: fast, smart, and determined. 

the ball danced between feet, weaving through the midfield as kika broke into a run down the left wing. you followed her movement instinctively, timing your steps, waiting for the right moment. when the ball was passed to her, you lunged. 

your tackle was clean in your mind, a swift motion to claim possession. however, the impact was harder than you intended, the sound of your boots connecting with the ball reverberating through the field. kika went down, her body crumpling to the ground in a heap as her body rolled ten feet along the grass. 

for a second, everything seemed to freeze. the crowd gasped, the sharp intake of thousands of breaths sucking the air from the stadium. you stood there, blinking, the adrenaline surging through your veins as kika lay still. panic clawed at you as you jogged over, hand outstretched. 

“kika?” you said quickly, your voice firm but apologetic, “are you alright? i’m sorry let me help you.”

she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, a dazed expression clouding her face. for a moment, relief washed over you—she wasn’t seriously hurt. then her hand smacked yours away, the sound snapping louder in your ears than it should have. 

her glare was cold, sharper than you’d ever seen from her. “i don’t need your help,” she hissed, her portuguese accent heavy, her voice dripping with venom.

you stepped back, stunned by her response. kika was known for her kindness on and off the pitch. you had seen her console teammates after losses, offer smiles to fans who approached her timidly, she's friends with aitana too. this anger, this sharpness—it was foreign coming from her. 

“look, i didn’t mean—” you started, but she cut you off with a curt wave of her hand, dismissing you entirely. 

aitana was suddenly there, her arm brushing yours as she crouched near kika. her voice was calm, soothing. “y/n, drop it,” she said firmly, her eyes darting toward you as if warning you not to escalate things further. 

you swallowed the lump forming in your throat and nodded, stepping back, though the sting of kika’s rejection lingered.

the game didn’t stop. the referee signaled play to continue, and you forced yourself to shake off the encounter. kika was back on her feet, her movements as sharp and quick as before. now there was an edge to them—a tension that hadn’t been there earlier. 

you felt it every time she got near the ball, a silent reminder that she was looking to prove something, maybe to you, maybe to herself.

it happened again. the game was nearing its climax at the end of the match.kika broke free near the edge of the box, the ball glued to her feet as she weaved through defenders. you saw the opening before she could exploit it and slid in, your body low, your legs cutting through the grass. 

the tackle was precise, meeting the ball cleanly, sending it spiraling away. kika went down again, her momentum carrying her to the ground.

pandemonium erupted. the portuguese bench was on its feet, their voices rising in protest. your teammates on the pitch surrounded the referee, gesturing wildly as they argued it wasn’t a penalty. 

you stayed on the ground for a moment, catching your breath, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. kika was up again, her eyes burning as she pointed an accusatory finger in your direction.

“what the hell is wrong with you!??,” she spat, her voice louder this time, cutting through the chaos around you. “you don’t play fair.”

kika’s words hit you like a punch to the gut. you scrambled to your feet, brushing the dirt from your knees as you turned to her. “it wasn’t dirty,” you said, your tone defensive, though guilt crept into the edges of your voice. “it was a clean tackle. i’m sorry if it felt rough, but i wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“don’t lie,” she snapped, taking a step closer, her chest heaving with the effort to contain her anger. “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“kika,” aitana interjected again, her voice firmer this time, her hand on kika’s arm to pull her back. “enough.”

you wanted to say more, to explain yourself, but the referee’s whistle cut through the tension, signaling the restart of play. you turned away reluctantly, your mind buzzing with everything left unsaid. 

the game resumed, but your focus was fractured, your movements less precise. each time kika came near, the memory of her glare, her words, her rejection, played on a loop in your mind.

when the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted into cheers and groans. spain had won, but the victory felt hollow to you. as your teammates celebrated, you lingered near the edge of the pitch, your eyes scanning the field until they landed on kika. 

she stood with her teammates, her arms crossed, her expression still tight with frustration. 

you thought about approaching her, about apologizing again, but the memory of her smacking your hand away held you back. instead, you walked toward the tunnel, your head low, your hands clenched into fists at your sides inside of your burgundy colored jacket. 

later, in the locker room, the mood was jubilant. aitana and salma were laughing, their voices echoing off the tiled walls. jenni was recounting a moment from the game, her hands gesturing wildly as she mimicked a move. 

you sat quietly, your back against the cool metal of the bench, your phone in your hands as you stared at kika’s name on social media.

“what are you doing?” alexia’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. she leaned against the lockers, her arms crossed, her brow raised in that way that made it impossible to lie to her.

“nothing,” you muttered, locking your phone and setting it down beside you.

alexia wasn’t convinced. she sat beside you, her shoulder bumping yours. “you’re thinking about posting something, aren’t you?”

you hesitated, the urge to defend yourself bubbling up before you let out a sigh. “no. not a full post. i was going to text kika from portugals team.. i want to apologize. she’s clearly upset, and i didn’t mean to hurt her.”

jenni wandered over, her interest piqued. “you’re talking about kika?” she asked, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “don’t bother. she’s probably already over it.”

“or not,” misa chimed in from across the room, a mischievous grin on her face. “but either way, you don’t need to apologize right before the world cup. it’ll just make things worse.”

alexia nodded in agreement. “she’s right. let it go. these things happen in football. it’s part of the game.”

you frowned, their words sitting uneasily with you. “it doesn’t feel right, though. i hate leaving things like this.”

“sometimes, you just have to,” alexia said, her tone softer now. “it’s not worth the drama.”

you nodded slowly, but the weight in your chest didn’t lift. the night dragged on, the celebration around you feeling distant, muted. 

two years later.. the renewal had been a no-brainer. barcelona wasn’t just the club you played for; it was your home, your identity. 

from the moment you stepped into la masia as a child, you had been shaped by the club. when the club offered you a three-year extension to stay until 2027, you signed without hesitation, barely skimming the terms. this was where you belonged, where you’d always belonged.

life felt steady, predictable. you trained, you played, you won. everything was as it should be—until the news broke.

kika nazareth joins barcelona femení from S.L benfica.

her name stirred memories you thought had long faded. the 2022 world cup qualifier against portugal. the tackle that had sent her sprawling, the cold glare she’d given you as she smacked your hand away, the biting accusations that followed. 

you hadn’t thought about her in years, but seeing her name now brought it all back, and with it, a flicker of unease.

you didn’t voice your concerns immediately, but aitana noticed the way your jaw tightened when the signing was announced.

“you’re overthinking it,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice as the two of you stretched after training. the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pitch. “she probably doesn’t even remember that game.”

“maybe,” you muttered, tugging at the hem of your training top. “but she hated me back then.”

aitana snorted, shaking her head. “kika doesn’t have it in her to hold a grudge. she’s too nice for that. besides,” she added, smirking, “you’ll see soon enough. it’ll be fine.”

you wanted to believe her, but the doubt lingered, biting at the edges of your mind. when kika finally arrived at the training facility, you couldn’t avoid her.

 she was magnetic, her smile bright and disarming as she greeted everyone. she carried herself with an effortless confidence, the kind that made people want to be near her. when she approached you, your stomach twisted.

“y/n,” she said, her portuguese accent soft but clear as she extended a hand. “it’s nice to finally meet you properly.”

her words caught you off guard, but you took her hand, shaking it firmly. “uh, yeah. it’s nice to meet you too.” you hesitated, the memory of that match flashing in your mind. “and… i’m sorry. for back then. i didn’t mean to—”

she waved it off with a small smile, cutting you off before you could spiral. “it’s fine. let’s forget about it. we’re teammates now, and that’s all that matters.”

just like that, the tension dissolved. whatever you’d expected from her—coldness, resentment—was nowhere to be found. 

instead, kika treated you like she treated everyone else: warmly, openly, with a genuine kindness that made it impossible not to like her.

over the next few months, the two of you grew close. it started with small things—partnering up during training drills, sitting next to each other on the team bus—but soon it became something more. 

on the pitch, you celebrated each other’s goals with an almost childlike joy, always seeking each other out in the chaos. off the pitch, it was no different. kika was all over your social media, just like you were on hers. kika’s laughter and inside jokes filling your stories. 

she’d tag you in posts with captions that only the two of you would understand, and you’d do the same.

then came the shared clothes. it wasn’t intentional at first. kika would forget a jacket at your apartment, or you’d borrow a shirt from her when you stayed late after a team dinner. 

over time, it became second nature. you’d slip into her sweaters without asking, and she’d do the same with your hoodies. no one commented on it—at least, not until the day you showed up to a team hangout wearing kika’s favorite blue sweater.

you were the first to arrive at ingrid’s apartment, greeted by the familiar warmth of her home. the others trickled in slowly—mapi, ellie, esmee, aitana—all of them pausing when they saw you lounging on the couch in the oversized sweater.

mapi was the first to speak, her brow arching in amusement. “y/n, isn’t that kika’s sweater?”

you blinked, glancing down at the soft fabric, the distinct blue unmistakable. “oh, yeah,” you said casually, as if it were no big deal. “she let me borrow it.”

“borrow it?” ellie echoed, her tone teasing. “or steal it?”

ingrid leaned against the kitchen counter, her arms crossed, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “very subtle,” she said dryly.

“okay, what’s going on here?” esmee asked, her eyes darting between you and the others. 

“are we missing something?”

aitana, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a smirk. 

“let’s just cut to it. do you have feelings for kika?”

you froze, heat creeping up your neck. for a moment, you considered denying it, brushing it off with a joke. but then you shrugged, your voice calm as you said, 

“yeah, i do. is it that obvious?”

a chorus of laughter erupted, their collective “yes” ringing out like a team chant. 

“at least it’s not one-sided,” aitana said, her grin widening.

 

“kika’s head over heels for you.”

before you could respond, the door swung open, and kika walked in, balancing a tray of smoothies. her expression was apologetic as she set them down on the counter. “sorry i’m late,” she said, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. her gaze softened, a small smile curving her lips. 

“you look good in that,” she said, nodding toward the sweater.

the teasing subsided after that, though the others exchanged knowing looks. by the time everyone settled in to watch a movie, you and kika had naturally claimed the loveseat. it felt easy, curling into her side, her arm draped lazily over your shoulders. 

the movie played on, but you barely paid attention, the warmth of her presence lulling you into a sense of comfort.

at some point, you must have fallen asleep, because when you stirred, the soft press of lips against your forehead brought you back to consciousness. kika’s voice was a whisper, barely audible over the movie’s dialogue. 

“bona nit, meu amor.”

you didn’t respond, too drowsy to process the words fully, but the feeling stayed with you even as sleep pulled you back under.

when you woke the next morning, the apartment was quiet. sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. 

everyone else had gone home last night, but you and kika were still there, tangled on the couch. her arm was draped over your waist, her face relaxed in sleep.

you couldn’t help but stare, your heart swelling at the sight of her so peaceful. her lashes fluttered suddenly, and her eyes cracked open, meeting yours. 

a lazy smirk tugged at her lips as she stretched slightly, her voice thick with sleep as she murmured, “how long are you gonna keep staring at me?”

your cheeks flushed, but you smiled, your voice soft. “sorry, love.”

she chuckled, shifting closer, her nose brushing against yours. “it’s okay. you’re lucky that i am in love with you, sweetheart.”

the words sent a warmth through your chest, your smile widening as you whispered back, “i love you too, kika.”

she grinned, her eyes fluttering shut again, and you stayed there, soaking in the quiet, the warmth, and the overwhelming sense of belonging. 

masterlist

[etoileee]

THINGS THAT SHOCKED ME IN MY PERCY JACKSON DR Ψ

— GREEK

listen okay I know this probably sounds stupid, but I didn't script anything to do with the greek language. It genuinely was so surprising that I could understand it to a certain extent.

My experience was similar to Percy's when he first got to the camp in lightning thief.

I don’t understand it fully of course, the closest thing I can describe it to is listening to brazilian portuguese as someone who speaks spanish, like I think I could have an entire conversation with them simply based on context clues and understanding about 40% or 50% percent.

It's almost a bit frustrating, like, ALMOST understanding it. it's a bit irritating in its way.

— TRAINING

I’m gonna make an entire image about this don’t worry it was so eventful LMAO

that shit was DIFFICULT! again to an extent it was almost instinctual, the way your body moves and having quick reflexes. it's a part of being a demigod, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t have to learn.

I didn’t expect it to come as naturally as it did, but I still obviously have a lot to learn.

the prophecy is the people who trained me I had my work cut out for me

— HOW CRAMPS ARE DEALT WITH

they do have things like advil and tylenol, but those surprisingly aren’t what are the post popular painkillers at camp half blood.

there are two options for medications that help with menstrual pain;

the hara cabin make these sugar pills that dissolve in your mouth, these have the same effects as a painkiller but are a lot easier to take then regular pills for us who can’t swallow pills (ME) I honestly like these a lot more than other painkillers.

another option is more long-term, these are from the apollo cabin. they have a specific herbal blend that helps with period cramps and they’ll give it to you to make into a tea and this helps decrease the pain of the cramps over time.

— CAPTURE THE FUCKING FLAG

LISTEN OKAY WE NOW ITS SERIOUS FROM THE BOOKS BUT GODDAMN. WAS IT EVER THAT SERIOUS?

like I don’t think you can understand how serious they take it till you shift there, I wanted to giggle but I quickly stfu when I realized it was life for death for these people. (not literally but it sure felt like it)

annabeth had to pull my ass with her because I was too scared to move around at one point LOL

— FOOD

BON APPÉTIT

the food is a mix of american comfort food, cuisine from around the world, and greek/ mediterranean food.

after training one of the days I genuinely was too sore and tired to get up, while I was lying on the grass jason got up to get me a sandwich and it was literally the best sandwich I've had. I've been thinking about it since I got back from my dr!

I don’t know if I was just so hungry and exhausted that it tasted like the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth but either way, I inhaled that sandwich

after both training and capturing the flag, there were tables full of snacks and food + water that was nice

[luffysscraps]

anyways, i'd really love a request where fem!reader + luffy are dancing @ a party after another win for the straw hats, which reader is a part of. things get heated because luffy's latin genes come out during the dance + he starts singing along in spanish. ends in smUT.

reader can be black idc i'm black + caribbean/latin

thank you in advance, darlin 😁💕

Ella Baila Sola

Cw: Fem reader. Black reader.🔞 under the cut.Not proofread.

With the Straw hat’s latest win saving a village, obviously a party came in its wake as well.

Food, booze, music, fireworks all of it flooded the plaza of the small village. Everyone was drinking, partying and having the time of their lives. You giggle and laugh swaying your hips to the beat of the music, the flow of your pretty dress following your figure as you danced. But in this large open plaza of people, you danced solo. Tons of men had approached you, asking for your hand but you denied all of them. What you could say? They just couldn’t keep up with you.

Only one man in this world could.

And that man was currently stuffing his face full of food. Your captain; or as you knew him, Luffy. You giggled lightly watching him raid the table stuffing all the food he could in his elastic cheeks. The boy had such a one track mind that he didn’t realize he was missing the main course right in front of him. The shaking of your hips and the flow of your dress riled up many of the men in the permitter. Sanji, Brook, Usopp, even Zoro wanted a piece of you. But you just swiftly danced away from them.

She dances alone~

Then mariachi kicked in. All the spotlight on you, your glossy brown lips parted and you finally called his name. “Luffy~!”

The male in question swallowed the ham bone in between his lips. His wide, black eyes gazed around before finally landing on his darling’s figure. His querida.

How foolish of him, have you been dancing like that alone all night? Food can wait. You can’t. He let his greed take hold of him, but now seeing your figure move; Lust was about to take hold of him instead. It was then he heard the familiar tune, he knew this song and he knew it well. He rose to his feet his sandals clicking along the way as he made his way to you. A large smile on his face as he felt something else take hold of him. As he’s in your range he taps on Zoro’s shoulder singing loudly for everyone around him to hear including you.

“Compa, ¿qué le parece esa morra~?”

He doesn’t give Zoro time to answer or decipher what he had said. Instead he moved closer to your shifting body, a smirk on his face as he points straight at you.

“La que anda bailando sola me gusta pa' mí~”

You smirk right back at him, your swaying of your hips didn’t stop as you laid your hands in his. “Finally noticed me huh?” You flutter your lashes at the rubber man who matches your rhythm in seconds. He throws his head back and a giggling tone sinks into his singing.

“¡Bella! Ella sabe que est�� ¡Buena!”

“Damn right I am, and you ignored me for a slab of meat~” You teased him softly, resting a hand on his open chest and running your fingers over his scar. You had been picking up on a bit of Portuguese and Spanish ever since you and Luffy started dating. You didn’t know a lot but you knew enough to tell he was calling you sexy. He cuts his eyes at you, that hungry smile laced his lips as he feels your hands running up and down his exposed chest. His hands find their way to your waist and holds you in small dip.

“Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila. Me acerco y le tiro todo un verbo~”

“I was waiting for you~” Your eyelids get low and from that tone of voice Luffy could tell you were getting just as hot and bothered as he was. “Desculpe mantê-la esperando, minha rainha.” He whispers against the nape of your neck as he pulls you in closer to him. There was something so sexy about hearing his sexy, husky voice in a different language that you couldn’t explain. The raven haired male then pulls away, twirling you in place with his hand sending you into a giggle fit.

“Le dije, Voy a conquistar tu familia, que en unos días vas a ser mía.”

He smiles seeing your hair fall as he brings you back close to his chest. His thumb tenderly runs along your cheeks, feeling your cheeks rise as you smile. “You’re crazy.” You simply stated the truth and Luffy laughed in reply, giving you a grin of his own.

“Me dijo que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta. Que ningún vato como yo actúa~.”

He can’t hold it in any longer. He brings you in close to his body and gives you a longing kiss. He craved you, all of you. His hands dig into your backside as he holds you close to him. He doesn’t care about the others watching… he doesn’t care about anything else in this moment. Not food, not the others, no one else mattered but you.

As the music dies down, the two of you only pull away because of the need to breathe. You pant lightly, a string of saliva connects you to Luffy. The male’s eyes are half lidded and lust clouded his vision as he stares down at your figure. He felt himself throb in his boxers and groaned lightly biting his bottom lip.

“Wanna get out’a here?”

“Ah~ L-Luffy!” You cried out as he pushes his length inside of you. He had placed his straw hat on your head and pushed you into an alleyway a few feet away from the party. Your panties tossed to the side and Luffy had freed his hard on from his boxers and pulled his shorts down. “Shhh… don’t wanna ruin the party.” He whispered to you slowly, a smirk on his lips as he slowly began to fuck you against the wall.

“Sorry for ignoring you~ fuck~ won’t happen again.” He groans out holding your legs up for you and pounding into you from below. “Ya look so pretty in this dress~ damn.” His cock reaches places you never thought possible as he thrusts himself inside of you. His dick pushing apart your gummy walls and reshaping your insides. All you could do is moan and wrap your arms around his neck gripping at his shirt’s backside.

The alleyway was filled with the sound of skin slapping, moans and groans. Lewd, dirty sounds that can only come from two people who are body to body. Luffy’s sounds are a mixture of laughter and groans as he couldn’t control his pace. His mind filled with nothing but pleasure and your body. “So… so fuckin’ tight… hmm~ I love you~”

Luffy groans into your neck giving you a tender kiss that turned into a love bite. Feeling his teeth break your skin you cried out in pain and pleasure. He muttered a quick “sorry.” Before lapping up the blood droplets from his teeth marks. His hat rocks on top of your head from each thrust inside. He feels that familiar hot feeling bubbling inside of him. His dick twitches wildly inside of you causing you to groan out.

“Gonna cum… gonna cum right inside of ya’.” He speaks half sentences and babbles on as his hips move even faster. He ruts against you and he chases his orgasm. Your back slides up and down the alleyway wall with the speed he’s fucking you at. Your moans get even louder and your hands grip the back of his shirt tightly. You feel a coil ball up inside of you, begging for release; his arousal had moved you to orgasm as well.

“C-Cumming! O-oh god~ Lu-Luffy-“ He eats up your moans by shoving his tongue into your mouth before slamming his hips against your body. His balls were kissing your slit with how deep he was. You practically melt feeling his seed shoot deep inside of you. Your gummy walls even sticker with his cum, your insides painted white. Your body pulses in response and that tight coil inside of you finally comes undone. Your walls gripping him tightly as you release your juices on top of his dick. The way your pussy chokes his dick makes his eyes roll back in his head. His dick responds in shooting all of the cum it had stored inside.

His cum and your juices overflow and start to leak out of your pussy. He groans out finally ending the kiss, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as another string of saliva connects you two together. His eyes are still half lidded as they look down at the mess he made of your pussy. He watches as his cum drips from your pussy all the way down your leg.

He smiles lightly, his eyes coming back up to meet yours as he leans in, your noses touching from the closeness. He giggles and you do as well as soon as you recover. “Sorry for ignoring ya~”

“Oh I think you made up for it, didn’t you~?”

She dances solo~, because she’s waiting for him.

Had so much fun writing this one! I think the first part is the CUTEST fluff I’ve ever made-

[porterdavis]

This 'red mirage' is scaring the shit out of me.

America, if you vote him in, you deserve every inch of what he's going to do to you.

Mass deportations, gutting government regulation and oversight; graft, corruption on a systemic level, abandoning our allies to Russia and China (Ukraine, Taiwan, sayonara!) or Netanyahu (good-bye Gaza, Lebanon, Syria), women dying in hospital parking lots or back alleys....just an overall disintegration of societal norms and the ties that bind.

I hope and pray I am wetting my pants unnecessarily and the 'blue wave' will arrive overnight and we wake up to Madame President-elect Harris. Else...another society will descend into the darkness that has swallowed every dynasty before. The British Empire, Roman Empire, Genghis Khan and the Mongol horde, the Persians, the Portuguese, the French...they all collapsed from within when the centre could not hold.

Gilead and darkness or Kamala and restoration. The choice could not have been clearer. Which path has America chosen?

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw thoughts about bottom dbd survivors ft. jake and renato

contains amab sub and dom top reader. ftm dbd men. no pronouns for reader but male implied. mostly proofread

you look up from your gen to see jake. he signals you to follow him, leading you to a part of macmillan where the gens have already been completed. he doesn’t say anything as he kisses you deeply, flushing your bodies together as close as possible. feeling your hard-on he pulls you into him by your belt loops and grinds against it, eventually slipping his hand down your front to wrap it around your cock. you buck into his hand as he jerks you off, holding him even closer to sustain yourself. he twists his wrist up to your tip, using your precum to smoothly quicken his jerking hand. when you’re about to cum he pulls away, wipes his hand on your sleeve, gives you a peck on the cheek, and then walks away to finish your gen. 

normally renato doesn’t like to have sex during a trial, but today he’d been feeling adventurous, letting you grope and prod at him when he’d dragged you to an empty room on ormond. you tangle your hand in his curly hair as he sucks on the tip of your dick, looking up at you with a mischievous gaze. licking a stripe from the base, he takes your cock into his mouth, bobbing his head on the few inches he can manage and strokes the rest in sync with his movements. he moans onto your cock, his eyes rolling back into his head when you pull at his hair and shove yourself down his throat, cumming with a shake of your hips. he chokes, and for the very first time he swallows your cum, wiping away the little bit of it seeping from the sides of his mouth.

the match is on the relatively calmer side, giving ftm!jake an opportunity to pull you aside to a corner of the map and push you down on to the grass. before you know it he removes his shoes and pants and straddles you, unbuckling your belt and pulling your dick out. he jerks you until you’re hard against his palm before clutching the front of your shirt, using you as a means of leveraging himself as he settles on to your cock. he doesn’t give either of you a second to adjust before he starts riding you, rolling his hips with practiced ease. you can tell he’d been wanting to do this for a while by his fast paced humping, alongside the fact he’s keeping his eyes open so he can watch you beneath him. he’s being kind today, letting you roll his hips to take your cock even deeper and being sure to squeeze around you the way he knows you like. still holding on to your shirt he picks up speed, bouncing himself on your dick with mesmerizing swiftness. the sound of his pussy being practically pounded has you seeing stars, and by the time you hear the final gen pop jake has managed to rip two orgasms out of you as well as the collar of your shirt. 

ftm!renato is always bratty, insisting that you cum first so that you don’t accidentally overstimulate him or making sure that if you need release you go to him. you’ve managed to find some free time between trials, trapping renato between you and a dilapidated but cozy mattress. his hair is out of its bun and his shirt is hiked up. a soft moan falls from his lips every time you squeeze at his chest. he helps you in taking off his pants, allowing you to slip a finger inside of him. he gasps, his hands flying to his head as he grabs the mattress above him, already arching his back to ask for more. you put in another finger, slowly pumping them in and out of his pussy as he bucks into your hand, still needing more. renato bites his lip to stifle his moans, a shiver running through him as you simultaneously pull at one of his nipples, curling your fingers that are stuffed inside of his aching pussy. he mumbles out something in portuguese as you speed up, holding down his hand that swings down in attempt to stimulate his clit. he chokes back a scream as he cums on your fingers, his legs immediately closing shut with a look of frustration forming on his face. fishing yourself out from your jeans, you pray the entity is feeling generous as you spread renato’s legs open again.

[joaofelix70]

69 WITH JOÃO FÉLIX | a concept.

author's note: first of all, thank you for reading this and my first story that was boycotted by his ex's fans, lmao (i know joão's flopping here, actually) 💀

many people are not writing for him anymore and that's why i'm doing justice to him, so you're welcome, lol. please, tell me what you think about this work, polite feedbacks are VERY appreciated. i get inspired in the morning and wrote it kinda quickly. really random, but i need to say how obsessed i am with joão being religious, like this gif shows. the way he's crossing himself, kissing his hand and pointing to the sky 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'M CRYING, SOBBING ON MY KNEES AND BEGGING HIM TO HAVE A RELIGIOUS FAMILY WITH ME. also, my requests are open. i'm waiting for you to talk to me there <3

warnings: self-explanatory sex position. +18 content. smut, nsfw without context. plus, he's also fingering you here (our dream 😭).

words: 461.

"holy shit, what a good pussy. i missed it, princesa (princess). i missed you!" his fingerprints wrap in your midst of the hot, overflowing fountain: causing an insatiable thirst, to which no other substance would be able to succumb.

"i always need you so badly, gatinho (handsome). i fucking belong to you!" your whimpers exude despair in the name of pleasure, making joão laugh and his ego to inflate.

"of course you do! all this shit, all this is only mine. fuck, i'm such a lucky guy." your walls tighten and compress his beautiful bones, sending sinful sensations to his area of hardness and dampness. then, you're empty. his tongue curls around his fingers, appetizing you.

"so fucking delicious!" wet kisses are deposited on your neck and boobs: delighting his face on each, vehemently sucking and biting them.

"use my body to show it, joão. i'm yours!" your hands involve around the structure of his cock, lips swallowing the resplendent pre-cum from the head and witnessing it run down your chin. stroking and tasting the testicles, you lift your mouth and enter every inch of it into your throat, scratching his toned tights. your hair is pulled by félix and your head guided to have him deeper, completely.

"yeah! just like that! be the good and grateful girl that you are. i'm so proud of you, princesa." joão's destabilized, moaning in portuguese, echoing your name with his beautiful accent, while eyes are closed. however, he doesn't stop. his saliva spread throughout the shape of your torso, hickeys pigmenting the place below where you're most begging to be touched. his mouth explores your intimacy, painting formats and drawings, like you're his work of art: his nose rubbing your clit and offering continual instigations, the tip of his tongue persistently granting the beg leave in the entrance. so he persists, controlling your greedy movements against his face: firm pressure on your waist.

"let me know when you're close, ok? wanna take care of you!" félix grabs your ass, flattening and reddening your skin. tears are shed over your flushed face, your voice weakened after so many verbal liberations. you hold his dilating dick and slap it on your cheek, teasing it through licks and your light, sensitive touch.

"tell me how much you love me, gatinho. i deserve this for being your good girl who is about to cum on your face." you testify his acts getting intensified: ecstasy, along with sexual spasms, protruding from joão. his head goes back and, at this point, he's worshiping you. you're his religion.

"i fucking love you, y/n. gonna cum in your precious mouth and throat!"

"that's my man who i fucking love! please, come for me and i'll do the same for you!"

[thesmpisonfire]

Tubbo leaves Global without anyone noticing.

He runs back home, letting muscle memory guide him. He doesn't care if Bad and Pierre want to chat. He needs to get away from the wails. He needs peace. He needs quiet.

He needs salvation.

He won't get any here.

Tubbo slips on the ice that's on their shore, it spreads more each day they spend there, and stumbles down the elevator, almost collapsing in the narrow corridor. The deepstone is too cold. He's too cold. He can see a bit of icy surface covering the stone as he uses them to impulse himself forward. His legs are failing him, his eyes are burning, he can't breathe.

The iron door is too loud, but none of the sleeping bodies care. They're too tired to wake up to something small like that, it needs an earthquake to wake them up (and sometimes they sleep through those as well). Their home is peaceful, comfortable, warm.

Tubbo is still feeling too cold, as if his soul is freezing. The tea he drank the entire day seems to be fighting its way up his esophagus, so he swallows it back down, a bitter taste at the back of his mouth.

Alone on a blue chair, Pac is sleeping. He doesn't sleep on the bed when Tubbo or Bad aren't, they don't really know why, so he often falls asleep on the chair waiting for them to come back and carry him to their sleeping pile.

Today is different.

Tubbo is still shaking when he crawls into Pac's arms, laying on top of him, and Pac immediately hugs him tight, adjusting himself while still asleep. How many times didn't this happen when the morning crew would feel too tired and they'd sleep in any nook they could find, all tangled together?

Morning crew.

Fit.

Tubbo's eyes burned again and he sobbed while hidden in Pac's chest. A hand was on top of his head out of sudden, Pac lazily caressing Tubbo's head in his sleep.

"I'm so sorry, Pac." Tubbo choked with his own words. "I'm so so sorry. I tried. I promised I tried."

Pac hug got tighter, and he slurred something in Portuguese. "Tá tudo bem...."

It's all okay.

Tubbo's wails were muffles, shaking his head. "I tried so hard. Why the fuck they didn't listen to me?"

With a hum, Pac's face was now hidden in Tubbo's hair, having pulled him even closer.

Pac will be destroyed tomorrow.

Tubbo cried more.

Maybe, somewhere, there was a benevolent god as the collars activated earlier than usual, forcing him into a dreamless sleep, his face dry with tears.

[syaolaurant]

Some writers and artists headcanon Sebastian's patronus being a swallow is the sweetest thing ever.

So I did a little research...

Not only because swallow rhythms with his name, swallow bird also symbolize love and devotion.

In Ancient Greece, swallows were associated with Aphrodite - the goddess of love.

In Portuguese folklore, swallow associated with love, loyalty, hope and new beginnings.

In Africa, specifically among the Swazi people of Eswatini and the Zulu of South Africa, the swallow is embodied in proverbs and folk tales, often representing diligence, perseverance, and the ability to weather storms

And on Pottermore, it says:

The swallow is associated with love, happiness, protection, and curiously enough, with summer. Regardless of its small size, this Patronus is extremely powerful and will conquer a full battalion of Dementors. The swallow is the very sign of nobility and grace. Their loyalty is unwavering to the people they care about and are usually the ones to make the hard, but right, decisions. They are the ones who give advice, usually for relationships, whether romantic or family. They usually take a hit for someone because they know they can handle it the best, and they usually can.

Love is the theme of Sebastian quest line, love is his weakest point, his Achilles heel . He would do everything, literally EVERYTHING to protect the ones he loves. Even if it is self-destructive, even if it means throwing himself in darkness.

But at the end of the day, I (or we all) believe Sebastian will find redemption for himself. He will become a better man, he will try his best to do good, to find the cure for Anne without involving dark magic. He went so far and lost himself on the way but he will return and embrace his good self, again. Like the swallow full of hope, like a swallow that always returns to its nest in the spring.

I just love this boy too much....

[mah-t-wordblog]

Chase

Tickletober! Day 2

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Yuuichiro Tokito

🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡

Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡

“Yuuuuui! Yuuuuui!” Muichiro exclaimed, calling for his twin brother

“What?”

“Yuuichiro…” Muichiro said smiling, but he seemed slightly nervous

Yuuichiro stared at him, he already knew exactly what had happened “what did you do?”

“I…” Muichiro swallowed hard “I…”

Yuuichiro crossed his arms, whenever Muichiro did something wrong he would get like this, nervous and afraid that his brother would scold him

“I was hanging the clothes on the clothesline… and I know it took you a long time to wash them all… and I…”

“What did you do, Muichiro?”

“I dropped your clothes on the mud” the younger one spoke very quickly

“You- y-“ Yuuichiro got angry, but sighed

“Don’t hit me please!” Muichiro asked

“Hit you? I'm not going to hit you.” Yuuichiro approached “I'll do worse”

Muichiro turned red and ran away, Yuuichiro following behind

“Noooooo! Yuuichiro!”

“Come back here now”

Muichiro looked back and saw that Yuuichiro was only about two meters behind him, the younger one stumbled, falling face down on the ground because of nervousness

The older one climbed on top of his brother and tried to hold his arms that were shaking with all their strength and trying to escape this situation, but he couldn't, so he just started tickling his brother

“NOHOHOHOHO” Muichiro complained

His brother's hands were squeezing his belly

“Couldn't you even hang the clothes properly Muichiro?” Yuuichiro teased

“PLEHEHEHEASEHEHEHE”

“Apologize”

“SOHOHOHOHOHORRY”

“Are you going to wash everything again?”

“YEHEHEHAH”

Yuuichiro let go of him “okay, I’ll help you” the boy turned to hide the smile on his face

Muichiro panted on the floor for a few moments “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed to his brother who was moving away

“Come quickly, before my patience runs out”

He ran to catch up with the older one, smiling

🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡💜🖤🧡

Happy tickletober!!! 💛💛

[pitchsidestories]

seasons of love II Kika Nazareth x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1332

summary: Kika loves Christmas ever since she was a child unlike Reader who isn’t a big fan of it. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope you'll like the fanfic.It can be read as a standalone or as part two of when grumpy met sunshine. 💛🩷

Ever since she was a small girl, Kika loved Christmas. As the time gone by her love for it grew only deeper, the presents may get less exciting to her over the years, but she cherished the time spend with family and friends at the end of the year.

That’s why even though it was only the start of December parts of the Barcelona team decided to bake some Christmas cookies. The kitchen already smelt heavenly of chocolate, coconut and vanilla and everyone was in a gleeful mood. Seconds earlier the Portuguese woman lit the candles on the table sending a cozy, warm light while the darkness had set on Barcelona.

“Oh my god, Vicky, thanks to you the flour is everywhere.”, Ingrid scolded half-heartedly, her lips formed to a pout.

“Ingrid, it’s fine.”, Kika assured her.

“And it wasn’t me!”, Vicky protested smirking.

“Yes, I saw Mapi doing it.”, Ellie joined the young player’s defence.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”, Mapi interjected, but her laugh was giving away that she was involved in the flour incident.

“Sure, Maria.”, commented Ona chuckling.

Suddenly the joyful banter was interrupted by your angry sounding voice.

“What the hell, so much chaos, Francisca!”

“We’re just baking.”, your girlfriend explained nervously.

“You better clean up this mess later.”, you told her before storming off into your bedroom.

“Oh, someone’s in a bad mood.”, Mapi noted whistling.

“Grumpy apparently doesn’t like the Christmas season.”, Vicky observed.

“She doesn’t hate it, but she also doesn’t care much for it.”, Kika corrected her.

“How can one not love it?”, Ingrid frowned confused.

“I don’t know, ask her.”, she shrugged.

“The first cookies are done. Maybe she would like to try them.”, the older Spanish defender responded with an encouraging smile on her lips.

“Take the pretty ones that are already decorated.”, Vicky suggested in a friendly tone.

“Who wants to do the talking?”, the Portuguese striker asked.

“You’re obviously doing it.”, Vicky shook her head grinning.

“Wish me, luck.”, Kika sighed. Cautiously she stepped into the bedroom you two shared. The young woman whispered your name softly, trying her best to not resurrect the anger you’ve shown when you returned home.

“What?”, you questioned frustrated, moving your eyes away from the book in your hands to your girlfriend’s dark chocolate brown eyes.

“Sorry, we made a mess in the kitchen. Would you like to try some cookies?”, Kika apologized, sitting down on the bed. The delicious scent of the food filling up the room, even you weren’t immune to that small magic.

“Today was a lot and then I came home to the chaos.”, you began.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re almost done, and we’ll clean everything up. I promise.”, your girlfriend swore.

“Thank you.”, you muttered gratefully, taking your first bite of the Christmas cookie which tasted just as good as it smelt.

For a moment there was a peaceful quietness transcending between you. In the background you could hear the cheerful laughter from your teammates in the kitchen.

“Do you want to talk about it more or would you liked to be left alone?”, Kika asked careful.

You heaved a sigh and shook your head: “No, we can talk. You shouldn’t think that I’m a monster that hates Christmas entirely.“

Kikas eyes softened as she studied your face: “I know you don’t hate it. You just don’t like it as much as I do and that’s okay.“

You nodded, swallowing hard before taking another bite of your cookie so you didn’t have to answer. Only after you chewed quietly for a while, you changed the topic: “The cookies are delicious by the way.“

“Glad you like them.“, your girlfriend smiled gently at you.

“You girls did a good job.“, you chuckled.

“Thanks.“

You took another deep breath to brace yourself: “It’s just that not all family Christmases are like the ones in the movies, you know?”

“Oh.“ Kika said. You didn’t even had to explain, she just seemed to understand immediately.

“I just don’t know what it feels like…“

The frown on your girlfriends face deepened: “That’s why you don’t care much for Christmas?”

“Yeah, that’s my little sad sob story about it.“, you nodded. Instead of looking at her, you drew patterns with your fingers on the blanket.

“It’s not sad.“, Kika said determinedly while reaching for your hand. As you looked at her as got up from the bed, pulling you with her.

“Wait, what are you doing?”, you laughed nervously.

Her eyes lit up while she explained: “I’ll show you how nice Christmas can also be.“

“That’s disgustingly sweet of you.“

“Disgustingly?”, she echoed slightly offended but undeterredly dragged you towards the kitchen.

Her teammates were still busy baking, chatting quietly while Christmas music played in the background. The display was much more peaceful than twenty minutes prior.

“She’s back!”, Mapi beamed once she spotted you and Kika standing in the door.

“I’m back and I brought someone who wants to help decorate cookies.“, your girlfriend announced.

Ellie smiled politely at you and pulled a chair closer to her and Ona who were in charge of the cookie decorations: “Always good to have another person here who’s artistic too.“

Ona narrowed her eyes at the goalkeeper: “Ellie, excuse me? What are you trying to say about my beautiful art pieces?!”

Looking at the cookies in front of the defender, you had to admit that you definitely wouldn’t post them on Instagram.

Ellie shrugged innocently: “Nothing. Just that yours are the cookies we should eat first.“

“Wow. Rude.“, Ona complained but didn’t sound offended.

You bit back a laugh and started to help with icing the cookies.

A bright smile was on Kika’s face which could light up every cold and dark winter day while she declared. “Girls, the hot chocolates are ready.”

“With Marshmallows?”, Vicky asked in an excited tone.

“That’s so cliché.”, you playfully hit the upper arm of the Portuguese woman.  

“Maybe it’s, but the love around here is real.”, Ingrid admitted with a dreamy look in her green eyes.

“Don’t overdo it, Ingrid.”, you warned her grimacing at the sweet words which came out of the Norwegians mouth.

“I think she’s cute.”, Mapi defended her girlfriend looking up to her in awe.

“Of course you do.”, you chuckled amused.

“Just saying.”, the Spanish defender shrugged.

“Kika?”, you called your lover’s name.

“Yes, meu amor?”

“This is so stupid.”, you whispered into Kika’s ear, her arms wrapped around your wait.

She looked at you with a sad expression on her face. “You don’t like it.”, the forward realized.

“But at least it’s stupid with nice people.”, you added in a warm tone, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek which immediately turned into a soft red underneath your touch.

The cozy atmosphere was interrupted by Vicky’s curses. “Oh shit, the cookies burned!”

“Typical.”, you smiled at her mildly.

“Don’t worry, we still got enough Christmas cookies for everyone to take home with them.”, Ingrid reassured her teammates immediately.

After they all left, Kika leaned with her back on the wall, glancing expectantly as well as delighted at you like the once excited child she was: “And?”

“And, what?”, you returned her question teasingly.

“Do you like Christmas a bit more?”, your girlfriend wanted to know while you made your way to her.

“Hmm let me think about that.”, you replied. When you stopped right in front of her you noticed with a cheeky smile. “You still have a bit of whipped cream on your upper lip.” Gently you kissed the white foam away, the kiss sweet like the hot chocolate itself.

“Thanks.”, Kika smirked.

“You’re welcome and yes Christmas with friends is quite nice.”, you stated.

“See, that’s also one way to celebrate Christmas.”

“Yes, I like that.”, you nodded smiling in your girlfriends embrace.

Thanks to her help you learned that the season of love could be about friendship and spending meaningful time with the people which truly were special to you.

💗 if you enjoyed this story reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated ! 💗

[meazalykov]

Sight for sore eyes

Salma Paralluelo x BenficaPlayer!R

warnings: short chapter

Nycole Raysla dribbles the ball through Ona Batlle and Ingrid Engen outside of the box. Taking this as a golden opportunity, Y/n L/n moves through an open space to receive a possible pass. She didn’t go unnoticed by the Brazilian forward, who passed the ball to her with her backheel. Y/n taps the ball once with her right foot before taking a shot, with Ingrid Engen missing her shot by a second. Goal!  

The Portuguese supporters erupt as Y/n runs to the corner with her hands out wide. She couldn’t believe it. This is her second goal of the night and the score is 3-3 in the 70th minute. The girl’s teammates ran by her side to congratulate her on the goal. 

“Number 7 Y/n L/n equalizes in the Champion’s League match!” the commentator screams in excitement. 

After the celebration, Y/n looks over at Salma Paralluelo on the Barcelona bench. She was substituted out for Esmee Brugts two minutes before, but she hoped that Salma saw her goal. Y/n wasn’t someone who looked for external validation, but she wanted the girl in braids to be impressed by her goal. 

Salma saw her goal, and she was impressed. 

Salma didn’t celebrate obviously, out of respect for her Barcelona team. She looked at Y/n with soft eyes and a light smile. The Benfica player took it as a silent approval. 

The girls weren't in an official relationship, but they’re in a long distance talking stage through social media. Y/n L/n is a (Reader’s Country) International who was in La Masia before signing to Benfica. She knew Salma for years, but they weren’t friends while attending the same school. 

Salma, who casually scrolled through instagram one day, stumbled upon a captivating Instagram post from Y/n. She didn’t follow her, she saw the post through a mutual friend's story. The Spanish girl knew Y/n from the academy. When Y/n left Barcelona, she didn’t notice because her promotion to the Femeni A team happened at the same time.

Salma was entranced by Y/n's striking features and magnetic presence in the post. The girl had a four photo slideshow of herself on vacation in Albania (Visual at the end). Salma couldn't resist the urge to reach out. With a flutter of excitement and confidence, she initiated a conversation through social media. Y/n was surprised by this reach out, but they've sparked an instant connection. Y/n adored Salma and Salma couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n outside of football. 

The game ended in 4-4 which disappointed the Benfica player. She didn’t want to defeat Barcelona out of hatred or vengeance for the club letting her go, but her competitiveness inside of her wanted to end their winning streak to boost her team’s morale.

As Y/n places on her red puffer jacket and pulls the tight hair tie out of her hair, she looks over at her teammate who walks towards her. 

“Congrats on the goal against your old club!” Jessica Sliva pats on Y/n’s back. The younger girl smirks before shaking her head. 

“Thank you...... Sorry- I feel like I shouldn’t have celebrated it.” Y/n confesses when her appreciation sounded monotoned. Jessica lowers her eyebrows in confusion, “Why?” 

“Barcelona is the club I grew up with. People might consider the celebration I did as disrespectful.” Y/n swallowed. Jessica smirks before looking behind Y/n, seeing a particular girl 40 feet away with her own team. 

“Is it because of that, or is it because of Salma?” Jessica smirks and nods her head towards someone behind them. 

Y/n turns and sees Salma looking at her. The girl blushes and waves at the Spanish, who waves at her back with a shy smile. 

“You’re in love, girl.” Jessica jokes. 

“Shut up!” Y/n laughed, not denying it. 

The girl continued to look at Salma as Jessica walked away. She knew that she had to go talk to her, but she is shy. All she does is admire from afar.

“What a sight for sore eyes.” Y/n thought, looking at Salma who moved to talk to Vicky Lopez. 

Two months earlier....

(Pretend you're in the pictures below)

y/n.l/n

sarandë, albania

tagged: jackie_groenen_14

liked by esmeebrugts, urbestie, and 11,237 others

loving albania 🇦🇱

comments

urbestie I LOVE THESE PICTURES OMGGG

jackie_groenen_14 had a good time 🤩

evagaetino 🥰

wosoplayers457 SO CUTEEEE

barcefemenifan7 come back to Barcelona 🔵🔴

shesaballer you are not beating the psg transfer rumors

salmaparalluelo follows y/n.l/n

an: hope you liked :)

[turntechgaykid]

My Headcanons for the Strawhats: (Monster Trio)

Luffy:

- Low-key has REALLY bad abandonment issues (see him telling Ace he keeps following him into a dangerous forest bc it makes him feel less alone, Sabo's 'death', Saboady, Marineford, etc)

- Autistic

- When he relaxes/sleeps his body will become super slack an his arms an legs will spread out all over

- HATES the cold and his body hurts when it's too cold out (rubber breaks easily when frozen)

- Will drink but is superrrrrrr picky about booze

- Has very green eyes an no one can convince me otherwise

- Love language is Physical touch (He bites people, affectionately)

- (Based on my Headcanons that Luffy is Brazilian and Robin is Peruvian) His first language is Portuguese an if he forgets a word he'll ask Robin to translate

- Favorite color is red (any shade)

- Likes collecting shiny rocks/pretty sea shells

- Is the most emotionally intelligent person on the crew an has really good observation skills but takes most things at face value/doesn't question them bc he can't understand why someone wouldn't want to show/say exactly what they mean

- If he cries or gets embarrassed enough to blush he'll cover his face with his hat

- Likes when Nami/anyone paints his nails but can never sit still long enough to get them done nicely

- Ambidextrous

- Knows a lot about bugs and can rattle off facts about them for hours

- Really really good at guessing games to the point everyone thinks he's cheating somehow

- Has stretch marks alllll over

- Eats so much bc his stomach stretches no matter how much he eats so he never really feels 'full'

- Has HATED Garp ever since he did nothing to help during Marineford

Zoro:

- Has dimples but he's insecure so he tries hiding them

- Everyone thinks he has green eyes but I think he has brown eyes

- His love language is Acts of service

- Extremely touch starved (if someone plays with his hair he is passing out IMMEDIATELY)

- Secretly loves that (other then Robin) Chopper always goes to him first for everything

- Really loves forests, if they land on an island with one he's most likely heading there first

- Unofficial Official first mate of the strawhats

- When it comes to keeping the crew safe he trusts Robin & Sanji the most (other then the Captain ofc) because he knows they won't hesitate to kill someone they're fighting

- Nami is like a sister to him

- Is actually REALLY good at math an confused tf out the crew when they found out (is now in charge of keeping track of the amount of necessities on the ship or how much they need for a certain amount of time)

- Will forget how long he's been going when training an won't realize til someone stops him

- Gets worried/nervous anytime he watches someone walking down stairs

- Knows a shit ton of knife/sword tricks (can absolutely swallow a sword)

- Doesn't like showers bc he hates water on his face

- Is willing to follow Luffy's orders without question (Post time skip, Pre time skip -specifically before thriller bark- Zoro would still question Luffy)

- One of the few Straw hats that hasn't dated anyone (Sanji had some flings w/ regulars at Baratie, Usopp w/ Kaya, Nami had a few flings here an there, Franky had been with a few people back on water 7 and Brook had been with a few people back when he was alive)

- His favorite color is Sage green/Gold

- Taught Chopper some sword fighting techniques (Brook also joined in an taught Chopper some of his moves)

- Loves taking naps with Chopper (Chopper is low-key his favorite person on the crew)

- He an Robin have little competitions to one up eachother with gifts or things for Chopper bc they both wanna be his favorite >:)

Sanji:

- Loves the ocean/thinks it's the most beautiful part of nature ever

- Either is a Queer Cis guy OR a Queer Trans woman<3

- Ace was absolutely his gay awakening but he thought it was a 'fluke' til he stayed on the momorio island and accepted himself

- Sees it as a HUGE compliment when anyone on the crew gains weight bc it reaffirms he's doing his job well :)

- Loves loves loves all animals and won't let anyone hurt them (including rodents/other "gross" animals)

- Has insectophobia/arachnophobia and OCD

- HATES having anything covering to much of his face/head bc of the mask Judge had him in

- Pulls on his hair when frustrated/angry/overwhelmed/etc.

- French is his first language

- Knows how to figure skate, do ballet and learned gymnastics

- His love language is Words of affirmation

- Writes letters to Zeff at least once a week (after the events at WCI he started addressing Zeff as Dad in his letters)

- Is secretly writing his own cookbook

- Has anisocoria, effects his right eye (anisocoria can easily be confused with heterochromia. It gives the appearance of two different eye colors, but the variation only relates to pupil size — which can cause one eye to look darker than the other — not the actual eye color.)

- Sanji an Usopp are actually really close (both their moms passed bc of sickness both had shit dads plus soba mask + sogeking friendship is superior)

- Sees Zoro as a brother (their dynamic is like the eldest brothers who try to compete over everything)

- Sees Robin as a mother figure but low-key feels guilty about it

- Told Nami everything about his past after WCI and they're really close now

- Sees Luffy a bit as an obnoxious younger brother

- When it gets really hot he'll let Chopper sit inside/in front of the freezer for a little bit