#dolores<333

[en-algun-momento-lo-fuimos-todo]

Te marchas de mi lado.

Tengo algo que decir y espero lo puedas sentir,

tengo tanto miedo de vivir una vida sin ti;

no tenerte aquí, se siente como si fuese a morir,

porque sin duda alguna yo daría mi vida por ti.

Tengo pánico de siquiera pensar en vivir un día sin ti amor mío,

pánico de no poder besar de nuevo tus labios tan dulces,

pánico de no sentir el calor de tu cuerpo unido al mío,

pánico de no sentir de nuevo tus manos tan suaves.

Créeme que me da pavor no sentir de nuevo todo tu amor,

me da miedo despertar y no mirarte más a mi lado,

por favor créeme cuando te digo que me da tanto temor,

pues de verdad me aterra que lo nuestro se vaya al olvido.

Quiero que seas libre y puedas amar,

quiero que no te duela más;

han pasado unas horas desde que se que te vas a marchar,

y me duele saber que no podré mirarte más.

Me duele saber que ya no estarás aquí,

me duele saber que te amo tanto,

me duele saber que hoy te marchas de mí,

me duele saber que lo nuestro no era pa' tanto.

Hay tantos "te amo" que nos faltaron por decir,

y tantas cosas que nos faltaron por cumplir;

nuestro amor era tan intenso, que no supimos como seguir

y lo mejor para los dos fue dejarnos ir.

Te amo, te amo como nunca antes había amado en esta vida;

te amo hoy, te amaré mañana y te amaré siempre,

no importa cuanto tiempo pase, no importa nada,

yo te amaré enteramente y espero que tú lo recuerdes siempre.

Gracias por toda la paciencia,

gracias por sanar tantas de mis heridas;

gracias por darme tanto amor, el cual pa' mi era una carencia,

gracias por quedarte a pesar de las consecuencias.

Siento tanto que no me puedas creer,

siento tanto ser alguien difícil de amar,

siento tanto que lo nuestro no pudo ser,

siento tanto que a pesar de todo, no podré dejarte de adorar.

Y aquí lo repito por si te lo llegas a preguntar,

fuiste la forma más trágica de amar,

y sin duda alguna, la más difícil de olvidar,

fuiste la forma más sublime de adorar,

y la que más voy a recordar.

Nuestra historia a llegado a su final,

pero deseó tanto que sea un sueño para poder despertar,

despertar a tu lado y besarte hasta perder la moral,

aunque de no ser así, yo siempre te he de amar...

#</333 #te extrañare #dolor #notas #el amor de mi vida #amor #citas de amor #frases #ex novio #amor a distancia #te echo tanto de menos #</3 #me duele #notas de amor #te nesecito #ven #me haces feliz #me haces falta #)): #no te olvides de mi #no te vayas #quédate #quedate conmigo #): <3 #te extrañé #te extraño #letras #te necesitaba #te amo bye #mi buen amor

[morrita-manipuladora]

que lindo es sentir que la terapia este funcionando, aprender a quererme, aprender a poner límites, dejar atrás la dependencia emocional y sentirme mas ligera; ya no cargar culpas, ya no cargar cosas que no me corresponde cargar. ❤️‍🩹

Pd. Sabes que estás progresando, cuando las personas que antes tenían poder sobre ti, ahora ya no lo tienen más y les incómoda muchísimo.

#terapia #mejorando #<3333 #feliz2023 #orgullosa #de mi para mi #quierete #solo yo #<333 #notas #psicoterapia #dependenciaemocional #no más dolor

[val-03s-blog]

#spotify #333 #amor y dolor #cielo #recuerdos #sexy #tristeza #val

[amordemae-cr]

30 de diciembre

El poco tiempo que estuviste entre nosotros provocaste muchos sentimientos, tu misión a sido concluida, solo nos queda aprender de ti y de todo que nos dejaste.

Vuela alto pequeño ángel...

-Nayash

#citas de amor #luto #amor de mi vida #mi niño #angel number 333 #angelite #amor #amore mio #notas de amor #amordemae #citas tristes #amore triste #tristeza #notas de dolor

[goodgirlllllllll]

ha sido imposible sacar tus recuerdos de mi mente

#soledad #tristeza #amor y dolor #fragmentos #letras #escritos #amor a distancia #poemas de amor #fracaso #frustación #<333

[silence-tumb]

Ok pero hablemos sobre las personas que piensan que no valen nada y que no se merecen el mundo entero

Que les pasa ¿Tienen problemas?

#escritos #frases #frases de desamor #frases de amor #letras #escribir #sentimientos #textos #escribiendo en soledad #dolor #citas tristes #citas de la vida #citas #letras rotas #letra en español #frases en español #citas en tumblr #algo menos #<\333 #</333 #<3 #<333 #:3 #sol #soledad #noches sin dormir #noches frias #noches oscuras #noches

[lovelydopeangeluwu]

Solo mantenía mi mente y mi cuerpo ocupados para no sentir está ausencia. Ahora lo he recordado, ahora lo estoy sintiendo.

#teen stuff #un pensamiento #</333 #noches de pensamientos #dolor #noches tristes #<3 #escritora #ausente

[c-nan]

“some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. the disarray. i choose to see the beauty,” is by far one of the most beautiful things i have ever heard

#this is how i wanna love my life and by god i will get there #i’ve started noticing the beauty of nature and human kindness and interaction and what i can do to make this world a kinder place #and i’m in love with this mindset #westworld #dolores <333

[msredact]

“ i’m knocking. let me in. ”                   @toysurgeon

“       jesus   fucking   christ, i’m coming !       ”   the hum of a tv that’s been running for too long, the glow of a lamp looming over manila folders   &&   news clippings + the stomping of someone who’s been jolted out of a caffeine crash. the heels of her palms rub bloodshot eyes                   she never sleeps, but the one time she does   ...   the one fucking time.   locks click and whir, door opens   :   “       it’s late as shit, what do you want ?       ”

#dolores being either annoyed or completely over it <333 i love that for her #ALSO HEYYYY #toysurgeon #II. — inbox replies.

[hoggleswart]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  :     the  wrock  en  seine  festival 𝐅𝐓.  :    @dolors​​

There’s  a  distinctive    (   though  merry   )    glow  currently  surrounding  Seamus.   It  stems  from  copious  amounts  of  beer  and  a  whole  lot  of  dancing,   body  now  clumsily  pushing  through  the  crowd  to  get  somewhere  a  little  quieter.    Somewhere  he  can  take  a  moment  to  breathe.     —     He  regrets  it  immediately  after,   the  sudden  intake  of  oxygen  combining  with  alcohol  giving  him  a  head  rush.   Hand  is  already  palming  at  his  own  ear,   pushing  the  little  frog  hat  perching  atop  unkempt  curls  to  one  side  to  locate  the  treasure  tucked  behind  right  ear,   thankfully  still  in  place  despite  how  many  persons  he’s  unapologetically  collided  with  in  his  bid  to  escape.          ‘     ‘Scuse  me.     ’          His  voice  is  a  low  gruff,   possibly  hard  to  hear  over  the  background  noise  of  whichever  act  is  on  stage,   but  Shae  continues  his  journey  towards  acquired  target,   eyes  blinking  in  an  attempt  to  refocus  vision  beer  long  ago  blurred.          ‘     I  don’t  suppose  ye  got  a  light  I  can  use?     ’          He  places  retrieved  cigarette  between  parted  lips  right  after  as  a  silent  explanation  to  his  request,   completely  oblivious  to  the  fact  it’s  the  wrong  way  around.

#dolors #i deliver to u a drunk seamus <333 #nox.event030 #𝐢. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸻ seamus francis finnigan.

[ja-lin]

Lovestruck in-game VS real life photography, San Francisco as seen in Villainous Nights and other series.

Union Square Events take place here and there's an ice skating rink in the winter months. The ice skating rink scene from Duke's route is one of my favorites. And iirc, he also proposed here to the MC.

333 Post St. San Francisco, CA 94108

Dolores Park A lot of characters had scenes here! I still remember the scene that took place at night, where Andi took off her mask to kiss MC. (Ok, but the one that killed me the most was that scene with young Renzei from Razi's route.) From this park you can get a very good view of the San Francisco skyline.

Dolores St &, 19th St, San Francisco, CA 94114

Bay View Another popular spot for scenes in the series. The best view is at Pier 7 along the Embarcadero. You'll see the iconic lamp posts and benches. There was a heart felt scene that took place here from Renzei's route at nighttime.

Pier 7, The Embarcadero. San Francisco, CA 94199

Downtown I couldn't get the exact location like the one in-game, but there's a really nice similar spot at the intersection of Powell St and California St that a lot of photographers go to because it's up a big hill. If you stand in the middle of the crosswalk on Powell you can get a good view of the city. Instead of Optimus tower, you'll see the iconic triangle shape Transamerica tower.

intersection of Powell St and California St

Optimus The tower which Optimus is inspired by is actually the Salesforce Tower. You can walk around the plaza and transit center nearby, but obviously can't go up to the offices. But, I'm guessing the design of Optimus' interior might have been inspired by the Salesforce transit center.

425 Mission St, San Francisco, CA 94105

#villainous nights #i miss renzei #photography done by me on my phone!

[en-algun-momento-lo-fuimos-todo]

Cosas más difíciles de la vida, parte 1.

El primer día después de que te rompen el corazón, el primer día viviendo sin un mensaje de esa persona a la que tanto amas; el primer día cuesta, cuesta salir de tu cama cuando lo único que quieres es llorar y esperas que todo sea una broma de mal gusto.

El primer día es el más horrible de todos, claro sin contar los días donde había una fecha especial; pero el primer día viviendo sin esa persona... Tratas de seguir con tu vida, tratas de buscar una luz que guíe tu camino lleno de oscuridad; pero no la hay o posiblemente no la ves, porque tienes los ojitos hinchados y ardiendo por haber llorando hasta no poder más. Porque te duele la cabeza, el estómago, el alma y la vida, te duelen los recuerdos y la expectativa de lo que pudo ser.

El primer día sientes que la vida se te va, el primer día deseas morir para terminar con el dolorcito en el pecho, el primer día le ruegas a todo lo que puedas rogarle para que te envié una señal de que todo mejorará.

Pero en fin... Solo es el primer día y pensar en que te falta vivir una vida, donde ya no está esa persona que tanto deseabas que se quedará; te mata lentamente, así que prepárate, porque ya no habrá más mensajes, no siquiera por error. Prepárate porque ya no habrá llamadas, abrazos, besos; ya no más promesas o metas en conjunto. Prepárate para cuando veas a la persona que tanto amas enamorarse de alguien más y cumplir todo lo que contigo solo fue una ilusión; prepárate porque ese día recibirás mil balazos que si bien no te matan, te dejan mal herido de por vida.

#help </3 #te amare #por siempre #dolor #ex novio #corazón roto #sin ti no puedo #llorar #sufrir #ganas de morir #cuídate #amor #notas #letras #te extraño #sin ti no soy nada #ultimo adios #</333 #)): #se termino #en otra vida #tu y yo contra el mundo #te esperare #el amor de mi vida #citas de amor #desamor #amor a distancia #corazon frio #): <3 #te extrañare

[gamerbearmira]

YO IDK IF U TAKE AU REQUESTS BUT WHAT ABOUT AN AU WHERE THE WARM FAMILY AND BLUE FAMILY SWITCH PERSONALITIES!??

Pepa-Julieta

Felix-Agustin

Isabela-Dolores

Luisa-Camilo

Mirabel-Antonio

THE SWITCH UP WOULD BE CRAZYY!?

I DO AND YEAH⁉️⁉️⁉️

Switch up is definitely something 💀 not anything bad, but you know. Different dynamics, some stuff def changed. I also changed some hair and clothes. Nothing major, but I just wanted to <333

Julieta is constantly worrying over people, a little too much, especially Agustín and he always calms her down. Pepa is pretty chill, she always gives the best hugs and calms everyone else down. Felix, he’s so reckless, but like he means well 🗣️🗣️

Isabela is little more closed off, but she’s not nearly as quiet, though it is a little hard to get her to open up. Not as mean to Mirabel. Dolores is basically the opposite to Isabela, and though she doesn’t like invading privacy, she uses her bit more openly, and doesn’t hide from Mariano lol. Luisa likes doing tricks for people (like she did when she first got her gift), and isn’t so much of a prankster as an entertainer. Daredevil maybe??

Camilo uses his gift pretty much strictly to help, he doesn’t really do pranks to be honest. Mirabel is a bit more timid, and though she does help, she’s not as hyper and jumping around; she doesn’t really mention or feel the intense need of wanting to prove herself, mainly cause of Agustín. Antonio, on the other hand, is always jumping around. Like a super hyper five year old basically 💀

Bonus I also swapped Alma with Bruno and Pedro, because I might as well 😭

Bruno is straight forward with his visions, and doesn’t let anyone talk him down, it’s insane. Bro locked in 🦈 Alma is very secretive, especially about the gifts. I think she would’ve even tell the town, she tells the family to use their gifts in secret basically (Bruno is always by her side).

Pedro is a prideful but?? Humble, he cared very deeply for his family, hence why he sacrificed himself. Willing to anything; also a major perfectionist. Alma always tries to see the brighter side of things, and always puts her family first, the miracle is like. Barely even second. (Very similar to canon Mirabel).

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto alma #encanto Pedro #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto felix #encanto agustin #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #personality swap au #swap au

[acrazybayernfan]

Ok so, I'm here to humbly request some Mullendowski from your amazing writing (I miss them so much) Btw, bless your inability to keep it short <3

(Fun fact: I was nervous to ask and for some reason, I started typing in Spanish (?????? )

Hello my dear Nana <333

first of all thank you so much for your request 😘 and I'm so so so so horribly terribly sorry to be so late to answer it. I had my first session of exams for my theater school last week and the repetitions took all my time, and I was so unsatisfied of I had done for your little fanfic that I had to try to make better but i failed so... I just count on your understanding and your kindness.

As a compensation for being so late, I have decided to write you two little stories (that can be related if you want or not if you don't want). Also, somehow I'm unable to write anything that isn't sad this month (it must be the fall vibes) so...

Oh if you'd like, go for Spanish, i can't talk well but I understand, so if it's easier for you, I won't mind, at all : )

First story is inspired by the song El Perdedor by Enrique Iglesias so the tittle is... Los Perdedores

Qué más quieres de mí Si el pasado está a prueba de tu amor Y no tengo el valor De escapar para siempre del dolor Demasiado pedir Que sigamos en esta hipocresía Cuánto tiempo más podré vivir En la misma mentira

One morning Thomas had read on internet news saying that Robert Lewandowski was considering leaving Bayern and he had laugh at these ridiculous rumors. He had laugh like that every day for months until, even him, couldn’t laugh about it anymore and fear, a terrible, dreadful fear sized his heart, the fear to lose something that perhaps, in the end, he never had.

Why would Lewy want to leave? Weren’t things great the way they were? Yes, that elimination against Villareal was a shame but… but Robert was still the best striker in Europe, and Thomas made sure that it was the case, and wasn’t that enough? What else should he has done to prevent this? What a terrible question was that, a question no one should ever asked themselves. 

All those years, didn’t they carry any weight in Robert’s heart? Thomas had thought… How stupid was that? He had thought that with time the Polish player had got attached to Bayern… to him? But apparently all this didn’t stand a chance against… against what? More money? No, Robert wasn’t like that. Against the hope to finally win this stupid Ballon d’Or? Perhaps… probably… Against Lewy’s dream to still play at forty years old, something easier to do in a less intense league than the Bundesliga? Maybe that dreams weight much more than memories after all. 

No, no vayas presumiendo, no Que me has robado el corazón Y no me queda nada más Sí, prefiero ser el perdedor Que te lo ha dado todo Y no me queda nada más No me queda nada más

At Bayern, the last game of the season his supposed to be a time for joy and celebration, the pinnacle of a successful season but today in the stadium the atmosphere is gloomy. No one talks about it but everyone knows. Thomas didn’t leaved Manuel’s side because he needed the strength of the goalkeeper calming presence. Next to them Robert was walking towards the stands. His face was livid but his expression determined. He waved at the fans and his eyes teared up and he stayed there for longs minutes, crying, a hand placed both on his heart and on the Bayern crest.

“If you care about all this, then why are you leaving !!!” Thomas was screaming these words again and again in his head, pinching his lips together to prevent himself from crying and from saying this out loud and then the pain became unbearable and he had to leave. How ironic it was! Robert was the one staying with the team, staying in the stadium, staying with the fans and Thomas was the one running away. 

As soon as he was out of sight the Bavarian player started to run to hide himself in the darkest most recluse place of the stadium. There he let out a terrible, desperate, passionate scream - a scream closed to the one Achille let out when he heard the news of Patroclus death- and after this supreme effort all strength seemed to leave his body and Thomas collapsed on the floor, weeping. All the muscles in his body were tense, from his toes to his face which was deformed by the pain, making it hard for him to breathe. He was clenching his right hand on the air around his chest in a vain attempt to ease the pain of his heart. Memories, reproofs, pleas, imprecations, regrets or prayers… all these thoughts were whirling in his head. In that moment he was willing to offer everything, even his dear world cup trophy, to make Robert stay. 

Ya no puedo seguir Resistiendo esa extraña sensación Que me hiela la piel Como invierno fuera de estación Tú mirada y la mía Ignorándose en una lejanía Todo pierde sentido Y es mejor el vacío que el olvido

But Thomas was strong, and after this beak down he promised himself to have more control over his feelings. The next when Robert saluted the crowd from the balcony of the city hall, he remained stoic, as cool as the statues next to him. The rest of the time he laughed and danced and screamed and told jokes as loudly and expressively as always, even more probably, to hide the fact that his heart was so cold that no amount of May’s sun could warm it up. He even found the courage to trifle a little bit with Robert and, as a joke, he offered to his teammate to take a photo of him with the Bundesliga trophy. The Polish man accepted all smile and Thomas asked himself if all this was just acting, like it was for him, or if Lewy was really leaving with a light heart. The simple fact that this supposition could exist was so hurtful and enraging that Thomas chased this thought quickly in order to keep his composure. 

The Marienplatz ceremony ended both too soon and too late for the Bavarian’s taste, torn that he was between his desire to spend as much time as possible with Robert and the exhausting weight that the striker’s presence was for him. 

After two hours of partying to celebrate the league title during the banquet of the team, Thomas was quite drunk, using alcohol to empty his mind and to hide his pain. It had worked for some time but now that his mental barriers were weakened by the liquor thoughts and memories field his mind again. Lewy was dancing in the middle of the crowd, more handsome than ever. Things always appear the nicest to us when we’re about to lose them, no? After a long moment of contemplation, Thomas got up and with an unsteady walk he moved through the crowd, bumping in a few persons on his way, is eyes fixed on his goal. At that moment Robert looked at him, their eyes met and for an instant they stared at each other. ‘Such incredibly beautiful eyes’ thought Thomas ‘as beautiful as the sky in winter”. But, soon his teammate looked away, the German player tried to reach him but instead he tripped on his own legs and his arms grabbed nothing but air. Robert was walking away and Thomas would have fell on the floor if not for Serge catching him.

Yo prefiero dejarte partir Que ser tu prisionero Y no vayas por ahí Diciendo ser la dueña de mis sentimientos

“Leave! Leave!!! Who wants you to stay anyway?! You’re just a selfish prick! I hate you !!!” Thomas had screamed with all his strength but Robert was already too far and the music was too loud or else he knew that, if his Polish teammate had heard him, this would have been the beginning of a fight between them. Perhaps that he would have preferred that, perhaps that it would have been better that this feeling of being invisible.  

Thomas sized the first bottle of alcohol he could find, he took a large mouthful of it and then - addressing his speech to all the persons around him- he declared with a solemn tone and drunken voice: “You know what? I can play without him. I played without him for years, I won the greatest trophies of my careers without it. I can live without him, I lived the happiest years of my life without him. I don’t need him on the pitch or in my life! Plus, he is not that good, is he? Mario would have scored as much has him if the all team had played for him like we do. There is nothing special about him !!”

No, no vayas presumiendo, no Que me has robado el corazón Y no me queda nada más Sí, prefiero ser el perdedor Que te lo ha dado todo Y no me queda nada más

At that moment Thomas had believed in what he was saying but it didn’t last for long and the next morning he had to admit to himself that all this was a lie. 

During one month he lived with the fear that this disastrous night may turn out be the last time he would see Robert as his teammate. The news in the press were more and more pessimistic, the relationship between the Pole and the club more and more tense. 

"I want the one who has been my offensive partner for years to continue."

This was more than what Thomas has ever dared to say in the press when one of his teammates was leaving, even for Bastian, but it was also so far from what he really wanted to say. 

The night after this interview Thomas had written this message on his phone: ‘Would this change something if I tell you that I need you? That I love you. And that I could do everything for you.” The message was never sent.

A few weeks later, the news was official, Robert was leaving Bayern for Barcelona.

One last training session and everything was going to be over. They all behaved extremely well that day. Robert was all smile but not too much either, witty and charming like he knew how to be and everything went really well. Thomas didn’t even cry, he had passed that point, he was just looking at Lewy hugging each player of the Bayern’s squad one by one and, in his head, he was talking to his soon to be ex-teammate saying the things that he could never say out loud: “I gave you all I had to give, I gave you everything I could give to someone. I changed the way I play for you, I changed the way I use my qualities to help you more, to make you shine more. But all this wasn’t entirely altruism, I wanted you to depends on me Iike I depended on you, I wanted to become essential to you, I wanted to create a special bond with you. I gave you everything and I don’t regret it, even now, because this is what it is to love, it’s to give without expecting anything in return.”

 ¿Qué más quieres de mí? Si he pasado esa prueba de tu amor.

Lewy has fallen in love with Thomas the very first day they met and yet it took him years to realize it. Knowing very way that those feelings could never bring anything good to him he fought against them. In desperation, he tried to leave Bayern but the fear of not seeing Thomas every day turned out to be greater than his fear of suffering. Four years later, it was the opposite, his heart was burned, devoured by repressed and unrequired feelings and both his mind and his body were exhausted of this situation. Leaving Bayern was the hardest decision he had ever made and the hardest to execute but it was necessary.

And the second story tittle is: Delusion and Disappointment and it's inspired by what happened after the Bayern-Leipzig game in 2020.

I'm sorry at the time I didn't knew how to register screen and to use it to make gifs so I only have those blurry pictures to show you the situation.

It was a hard match, probably an interesting game for a neutral spectator but for Robert it had been half and an hour of nightmare. He hated matches like this, those matches that would remind him of how useless he could be. They haven’t even lost but this 3-3 draw felt like a defeat to him. He was exhausted, he had fought against Upamecano and Konaté for the all game, without success. He just had one single opportunity and of course he has missed it, but not only was he unable to score or even to create chances for himself, but he was also unable to bring anything to the team, on the long balls he had lost all his aerial duels against the two Leipzig’s defenders and when he had gone to the midfield, in order to finally have a chance to touch the ball, he had been unable to turn around and make a forward pass because of the opponent’s pressing. His all body was hurting because of all the blows he has taken. As a football player that was something normal, they all play with pain here and there, this is something you have to get used to, and at the end of each game new pains appear in your body and you have to deal with them for the rest of the week. But that day it was a bit different, the Leipzig’s players hadn’t been soft with him and the euphoria of the victory wasn’t there to ease the pang. 

Robert with his pride, was determine not to show to the opponent that they had succeed in hurting him (both physically and mentally), so he was walking slowly but firmly and steadily towards the referees to shake their hands, just like usual. Around him the other players were talking together or exchanging a few words with the Leipzig’s players and trainers. 

From the corner of his eyes he caught sight of Thomas encouraging and congratulating Jamal. His German teammate seemed as full of energy as always. For a second, Robert asked himself how it was possible. A traitorous voice in his head answered him: “He has scored a brace, him” but Robert disagreed, Thomas was not like him, he cared about the team first and his statistics secondly, him scoring wouldn’t be enough to make him forget the disappointment of a Bayern bad game. No, his teammate was either stronger than him mentally or he was hiding his feelings, not by pride like him, but because he probably considered that it was his duty to cheer up the rest of the team. 

Sometimes he wondered about who would be there to cheer up Thomas when the young man needs it, and sometimes he would also hope to be that person, which was ridiculous because he was so bad at comforting people. When his father died, several times, he had caught his mother crying alone in her kitchen, he had wanted to go to her and to speak to her but each time he had always been stopped by the same questions: What should I say? What should I do? What if I do something wrong and I make it worse? And instead of moving he had stayed where he was and watched her for long, long minutes.  

Robert extended his arm to shake the sideline referee’s hand, not feeling like saying anything and he was about to move on to the next person when he was suddenly stopped by someone grabbing him from behind and putting his arms around him, there was a strange mix of strength -almost of roughness- and softness in this gesture, just enough to annihilate all ambiguity and he knew immediately who it was: Thomas. 

He would never, for anything in the world, show it or worst admit it but he was glad and grateful. For the briefest instant, for less than a fraction of second, he let his body melt in the embrace and then it was over, he wouldn’t be guilty of any other moment of weakness. Thomas almost let his chin rest on Robert’s shoulder to talk to him, but for some reason he didn’t went all the way. “You’re so stupid, Robert! Your vision is so limited that you’re not even considering that we have scored two of our goals thanks to you, are you? Of course not. Think a little about that pass between Upamecano’s legs, think about the way you have created space for me on the header and stop feeling sorry for yourself!”

If anyone else in the team had talked to him like that, Lewy would have probably told them to leave him alone in a rather brutal way but Thomas had some privileges.

However, Robert was determined to remain impassive – at least externally-, while his teammate was talking, so he offered his hand to the central referee, exactly as if Thomas wasn’t here. But his teammate was the not the kind of person to be deter by so little. He circled Robert, his harm sliding around the Polish man’s torso and then resting on his stomach. Now they were standing face to face. Thomas’ stubbornness was Robert’s greatest delight and greatest torture. 

Lewy immediately looked away, concentrating all his attention on the central referee. Robert then had the impression to hear his teammate sighing briefly but he convinced himself that it was in his imagination. Thomas placed his right hand on the striker’s neck, a familiar gesture between them. From time to time, during all these years they have played together, the German player would do that to him, sometimes to tease him, sometimes to encourage him, sometimes with no reason. There was nothing intimate, nothing tender in this gesture and yet there was something frighteningly pleasing in the sensation of this large, strong, slightly calloused hand on the soft skin of his neck. Frightening because it would be so easy to let himself melt in it, to let himself be hold by someone else like that and lose control. 

It only lasted for a brief moment and then Thomas let go of him and started walking past him, saying: “Take care of yourself it’s not good to stay in pain.”. Robert refrained himself from smiling. “Of course, he knew, thought the polish player, of course… Thomas always knew when something was wrong with him”. Perhaps that he was too easily readable or perhaps that his teammate was too good at that. There was just one thing that Thomas would never see or understand about him because Robert himself had decided not to see or understand it.

#last apology but not least sorry for my bad english #thomas müller #robert lewandowski #müllendowski #fanfiction #my writing #unrequited love (or sort of) #angst (a bit) #fc bayern #thank you so much for the ask nana #I hope that you'll enjoy it even if... I would like to do something better for you <333 #sending you a lot of kisses #long post #important tag to add they're both two freaking idiots

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Mayhaps los hermanos kent hcs in these trying times.. /nf

You got it hermana!!!!

So our height differences always remain the same-Naturally as kryptonian hybrids we're taller than full humans but it goes Summer > Mia > Kon > Cindy > Chris,Carol and Laura > Jon and Laney

Very much a meme team!!!Both doing stuff like online challenges and trends but also just to fuck with eachother but ALSO to have mutual fun!

Matching outfits <333 Both special edition costumes and normal ones!!All with our individual style though,like dolls!

Speaking of which........Jason calls Summer Doll and his siblings never let hear the end of it JDJDKRJTJT.This probably goes without saying since it's me but he never does it with weird intentions,he's genuinely trying to be nice and compliment him and it's a play off his doll/doll/dollself pronouns.Less 'Creepy misogynist' and more 'Smug ass black dude who knows his girlcrush as down bad as he is'

I have a few hcs for their fave latino foods-Summer's is mexican in general and flan,Kon's is loaded nachos,Carol's is conchas and i don't have any for the rest-You can add on though!! /gen

Summer is Luisa,Cindy is Mirabel,Wendy(Transfem Kon)is Isabela and Laura is Dolores!!

Summer is the Team Mom ofc

Their mantles are Summer as Ember,Kon as Power Boy,Cindy as Power Girl,Jon as Superboy,Mia as Superwoman,Laney as Skyrocket,Chris as Nightwing,Carol as Supgergirl and Laura as Supergal!!The last one was prototype's Summer's og title♡

So much snuggling,even when not in bed!!

Their group chat is called 'The Brotress of Attitude' and it's as chaotic as a fucking Twitch chat with a streamer that posts all the time💀 /pos

Playfighting is common and a sign of affection

These are the kinda memes Summer and Jon make about eachother:

Their inside jokes are utterly incomprehensible to non-Supers because they're so influenced by both their afrolatino and kryptonian cultures/heritages

Each of them have at least one combo attack with eachother

Their Bats:Kon and Cindy share Tim,Jon's is Damian obviously,Chris' is Dick,Mia's is Cass,Laney's is Maps,Carol's is Mar'i,Laura's is Nell and Summer's is all the Batkids honestly but Jason is his numero one!!

Blue is their uniting color but their costumes are all different shades

Offial Smallville CryptidsTM just like their Papí

OKAY THAT'S EVERYTHING FKFJDJFJGH I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THIS SO LONG OMG I'M SO SORRY

#honeypotsworld #los hermanos kent #superkids #superfamilia #latino superfam tag #summer kent #mia kent #kon-el kent #cindy kent #chris kent #carol kent #laura kent #jon kent #jon lane #jason todd #afrolatino jason supremacy #jaysumm #batfam #rhato #the outlaws #dead sidekicks force #all new teen titans #new ember days #world's finest #clark kent #young justice #the mythics #teeny titans #the impossibles #askies

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Y recuerda que vienes en edición especial

#frases de amor #frases #escritos #frases de desamor #letras #escribir #dolor #textos #escribiendo en soledad #sentimientos #</333 #<3 #:3