#meus focus

[msrandonstuff]

learning where each note is supposed to be is too boring

i'll leaen burn on my guitar

#meu violao ta aqui desde nn sei quando #only cause i cant focus enough on the beggining classes #so i'll try boosting myself up with learning smth thats kinda like a song

[maiteo]

Daniil get ur shit together boy

#answered #he’ll have a good momentum going then it’ll be over like?? what’s going on here #blew that 3-1 lead like it was nothing meu deus does he need the bees to help him out #& even tho the crowds clearly team alcaraz I don’t think it’s affecting him too much…idk his focus seems off #lol I at least wanted 3 sets…might not get that..

[outsideratheart]

small fic in the “new team mate” and “labor omnia vincit” universe please?

Moving day (Alexia Putellas x reader)

Since the champions league final things couldn’t have been better for you. When you returned to Barcelona you signed a 5 year extension cementing your future to the club. But not only that, you were giving yourself a chance at a future with Alexia.

Months had passed and your relationship was in a really good place. The two of you were out celebrating your one year anniversary when Alexia brought up the prospect of moving in together.

“You want me to move in with you?” Alexia asked just as you took a sip of your wine causing you to choke on the red liquid.

“Si, no. Yes, do you not want to?”

It was cute how flustered she was getting.

“I would love to. Your place or mine?”

It was a tough decision. Alexia’s apartment was her home, she had lived there for years but your place was bigger, more central and the view from your balcony could take her breath away.

In the end, Alexia makes the decision not to choose.

“Let’s find a place to call ours”

That is how you find yourself in an empty house surrounded by boxes with your girlfriend trying to hook her phone up to the sound system that came with the house.

All of the boxes were labelled in great detail. It’s why when Alexia saw a box with nothing on she became suspicious.

“amor meu”

You and Nala come running in from the garden which Alexia finds strange given that she was almost positive you were in the living room.

“That’s me” you say rather proudly.

Your girlfriend points to the box in front of her and whilst she might not recognise it, you do. It didn’t come from your apartment in Barcelona. It came from your apartment in Lyon.

Alexia got a strong case of Deja vu because just like how she did in the French city, she opened the box to reveal your Balón d’Or amongst your other trophies that she knew you kept in Lyon.

“These are your things from Lyon”

You nod your head as you can see Alexia still wants to say something.

“Why are they here?”

“Because I live here. My life is here now, with you” you walk over to her and close the box. You look her dead in the eye as you say your next words “my ties are here now, to this city, to you. I need to put that in the past and focus of my future”

“Our future” Alexia corrects you before placing a gently kiss to your lips.

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader

[chlerc]

back in barcelona ; joão félix

— summary; catching her in the stands while he’s playing for barcelona is certainly not the way he thought he’d ever see her again.

pairing — joao felix x old-friends-actress!f. reader ( third person story )

social media au + 1085.

content — old friends, she studied in joao’s school but moved back to barcelona and they were only mutuals on instagram but never talked. joao pinned over her.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: back in chicago trend but make it back in barcelona cause you can never take the man out of the barcelona girl!!!

song rec for this fic — end of beginning!!

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ynusername did you miss me, Viseu?

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itsnicolewallace I MISS YOU, regresa a mí!!! (come back to me)

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ynusername @gabrielxoguevaraa halagándome guapo (flattering me, handsome)

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hugofelix18 meu irmão sentiu sua falta (my brother missed you)

ynusername @hugofelix18 saia do aplicativo 🤦🏻‍♀️ (get off the app)

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ynusername THE LAST TIME ON SET!!! Super excited for this to go out on @netflixes soon, catch Through My Window coming up. Really really love this one, please look forward to it 🤍

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juliopfernandez por favor espera #ATravésDeTuMirada!!! (please look forward to Through My Window)

carlitosalcarazz Le conté a mi mamá sobre nosotros 😉 (I told my mum about us)

ynusername @carlitosalcarazz sin habla 🤦🏻‍♀️ (speechless)

siramartinezc Eres tan bonita te quiero tan mala (you’re so pretty I want you so bad)

hugofelix18 legal, vou dizer ao meu irmão para assistir (Nice, will tell my brother to watch it)

ynusername @hugofelix18 HUGOOOO, ir para a cama 😠 (go to bed)

joaofelix79 @hugofelix18 você está cheio de merda, o que você está fazendo e dizendo aqui? (You’re full of shit, what are you doing and saying here?)

gqportugal 🤩🤩🤩

gqspain ¡nuestra princesa! (Our princess)

IT COULD HAVE BEEN the lack of sleep catching up on him from yesterday but he swore he wasn’t seeing things. Amidst the sea of faces in the crowd, his gaze kept drifting to a familiar figure seated near the team’s bench where he stood nearby taking a quick gulp of water.

There she was, with her eyes the colour of earth kissed by spring rains, the hue that promises to stir life from dormant seeds, the nascent plants guided upward by the light before blossoming into the vibrant colours of a new season. Her hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep, yet with the subtle hues only time brings. Those strands that he was too familiar with, staring at the back of her head back in the days whilst she sat in front of him in classes.

She was a constant presence in his thoughts, a captivating enigma he couldn't shake off. Her laughter echoed in his mind when the lights dimmed in his bedroom, her smile a beacon of warmth that drew him in. But here, in the midst of the pulsating stadium, João couldn't believe his eyes. Was it truly her?

Throughout the match, João’s mind oscillated between the thrill of the game and the enigmatic presence of her. His concentration wavered, his thoughts drifting to moments shared and conversations unspoken. With each passing minute, the field seemed to blur, his focus slipping away like sand through his fingers.

But duty called and he pushed aside the distractions, channeling his energy into the game, his every touch eliciting roars of approval from the crowd for those seventy three minutes he played. He thanked his lucky stars and the coach for subbing him off early today, finding himself a seat within her distance. João’s neck awkwardly craned and turned just to catch a glimpse of her, her eyes everywhere but on him.

And when he catches her eyes before he could realise he was staring, his breathing becomes harder, the pensive look on him melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirms just a little as his muscles relax but he just threw a thumbs up her way, acting as if everything was fine. There was something about that gaze of her he’ll never find in another woman.

As the final whistle blew and Barcelona emerged victorious, João’s heart raced with adrenaline and triumph. But amidst the celebrations, a lingering doubt gnawed at him. Should he have approached her? But it was probably her lookalike, the last he checked her Instagram, she was still on set and busy. At the end of the day, he knew deep in every nook and crevice of his heart that it was probably her and he was just lying to himself, no mistakes on recognising the girl he secretly pinned after in highschool.

There would be other matches, other moments. For now, João embraced the euphoria of victory, knowing that somewhere amidst the chaos of the stadium, she lingered, a silent specter in the tapestry of his dreams. He made a mental note of checking her Instagram later tonight and stop his brother from commenting outrageous comments about himself.

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ynusername back in barcelona, i feel it 🤍

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judebellingham wrong place bruv, thought we talked about this before?

ynusername @judebellingham literally born in barcelona before i went to UK and befriend you whilst on shoot??? the ego, jude…

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE SOOO MEAN, did you just call me egoistic? Not gonna talk to you ever 😞

rolemod3lyn @ynusername Y’ALL ARE FRIENDS???

claaragalle no podría extrañarte más (couldn’t miss you more)

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ksi #drinkprime!

ynusername @ksi this is not the football team you sponsored mate????

ksi @ynusername ohhh i thought…

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ynusername off season for me but always cheering my number 1 and childhood team on with Laila! ps ksi this is the team you sponsor.

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ksi #DRINKPRIME

judebellingham how bout you come to madrid and visit your friend (me) too!

ynusername @judebellingham thought someone didn’t wanna talk to me 😒

judebellingham @ynusername we LITERALLY FACETIMED after my comment????

fcbarcelona Welcome Back Home ✨🏠

barca.4life SHE A CULER TOO???

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ferrantorres Bienvenido de vuelta amiga, gracias por venir! (Welcome back home friend, thanks for coming by!)

ynusername @ferrantorres no hay problema chico tiburón 👉🦈 (no problem shark boy)

itsnicolewallace Dijiste que me llamarías cuando hayas vuelto a España, mentirosa (you said you'd call me when you're back in spain, liar)

ynusername @itsnicolewallace ¡Te iba a sorprender! (I was going to surprise you)

The last time he was playing in the stadium and on the pitch was when she was here. And she literally was here after her two recent posts on her social media platform accounts. And he was right, João would never recognise the wrong woman, not when he memorised every bit and parts of her before she left Viseu.

In the velvet night, the shining light of the stadium shone upon her, illuminating each and every feature of her. João legs unable to carry himself forward, entranced by her with his match jersey in one hand and a towel in the other. There she was looking right at him, dead in his eyes whilst a small grin plastered across her face.

“You’re staring at her like you love her.” Ferran nudges him by his shoulder, a small hint of banter evident in his voice. “She’s your friend though, isn’t she?” João questions, his once agape jaw now capable of finding words to speak, arms hanging around Ferran’s shoulders as they walk towards where she was.

“Yeah but we aren’t that close like you are with her.” Ferran shrugs nonchalantly, removing João’s arm around his shoulder before patting João on the back and pushing him towards her before running into the tunnel. “Good luck, I know you can do it.” He heard the whispers of Ferran before actually processing what happened.

“Long time no see and talk, great goal today Floki.” She rubbed his shoulders, calling him by his nickname she had for him in school. She was the whole entire point of naming his own dog Floki, just to have the simplest and smallest yet memorable thing of her by his side.

His palms turned sweaty at the moment, nibbling at the lower lip of his and he swore he could hear his heart palpitating against his chest, yearning to be freed from the tightness within him. “Thanks, it’s so good to see you after all these years. You still look gorgeous.”

Her eyes curved into crescents, his favourite thing about her. “Really, you think so?” Her fingers are linked together while she fiddles with them, swaying her body a little from side to side. “I don’t think so, I am sure. Anyways, what brings you here?”

“You, I heard you have been loaned to Barcelona for the season and I thought to just drop by some matches to watch you while cheering for the team.” She turns João around, pushing him to walk into the tunnel while she follows behind. He didn’t know how to reply, losing all capability of talking when he couldn’t find the right words without messing it up and showing his anxiousness.

“That’s good, I was hoping to catch you in Barcelona when I saw your Instagram post. I mean not that I follow up on it but nevermind, I’m not explaining myself clearly.” He waved his hand in the air, a sign for her to shrug the conversation and whatever he just said off.

“It’s okay I miss you too João, you can just admit it.”

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ynusername Floki & Laila’s papa and mama reunion

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judebellingham uh, Floki as in João Félix’s sausage dog? 🤔

ynusername @judebellingham RUDE! You’re calling Laila a sausage too? You’re calling her fat? BLOCKED.

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH. SAUSAGE DOGS ARE CUTE IS WHAT I MEANT.

bornaswaglife OMG??? THE CROSSOVER

joaofelix79 Laila and Floki’s mama 🤍

ynusername @joaofelix79 you too papa!

ferrantorres 😆😆😆

livenolaughnolife TWO DACHSHUND OMGGG EVEN MATCHING DOGS

barcawag.planet This is literally so unexpected and cute

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joaofelix79 Laila’s mama but myself and Floki’s new mama now 😉

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pablogavi 👏👏

andr34daurent bros pulling 10s on and off pitches

marcguiu9 lindo hermano (nice one brother)

forblaugrana 10/10

ynusername my favourite dog papa 🤍

joaofelix79 @ynusername & my favourite mama

blaugranaplanet ustedes dos son muy lindos juntos, se complementan bien (you two are really cute together, complement each other well)

lamineyamal ¿Tienes dos perros salchicha, papá? (You got two sausage dogs papa?)

fcbarcelona Floki’s Star papa & Princess mama!

#chlerc #joao felix drabble #joao felix x you #joao felix fluff #joao felix fic #joao felix one shot #joao felix x reader #joao felix blurb #joao felix fanfic #joao felix imagine #joao felix #football x you #football instagram au #football x reader #football imagine #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football

[calummss]

Neymar Jr Drabble

masterlist

summary: cute domestic fic of dentistry student reader and neymar because why not

pairing: fem! reader x neymar jr

words: 650

a/n: i dont even keep up with neymar but i saw fans were starving in the ff compartment so i whipped this up. also who do you think will win the world cup?

It was a chilly December day as the midday’s light sprawled across your books that were piling up on the table. Every inch of wood covered with texts, essays, flashcards, books and tools for your study session. Occasionally chills raised goosebumps on your skin, layers of clothing and blankets not stopping the cold from affecting you. Yet you enjoyed days like these. As hard as studying was, the relaxation of being at home and enjoying your own comfort was unmatched. You were humming your favourite song as you copied the last of the page’s information on restorative dental work when you heard the doorknob followed by the swinging of the door that lead to your study space at the end of the hall so that you could focus better.

‘Decided to finally get up?’ You joked, your nose still stuck in your book paying no regard to the person that had walked in.

‘Mhmm,’ he hummed softly, the floorboard squeaking beneath his steps as he walked towards you.

Neymar’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your back into his still warm chest, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you giggled. You patted his arm, turning around to kiss him properly.

‘You know, I’ve learned a lot of English since being with you,’ his deep voice sent vibrations down your spine.

‘Oh really?’

He spun your armchair around so that you were facing him. He lowered himself on his knees to be on your level, his warm eyes staring into yours.

‘It’s because of the lack of Portuguese you speak.’

‘I know,’ you protested with a pout, your hands finally letting go of your pen, reaching towards his face to cup it gently. ‘I know how to say some things though,’ you paused briefly, grinning at him. ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ [I still remember our first kiss.]

‘Oh meu deus [Oh my god],’ his face scrunched together the second you finished your sentence with a smile. A smile he so deeply loved. ‘That was so disgustingly corny yet adorable. Do it again.’

You could feel a warm flush on your cheeks as a small chuckle escaped your lips, ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ You repeated the same sentence slower, inching closer to his face as you spoke every word.

Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. His lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first kiss but his presence made you nervous like a little girl.

‘Seeing you sitting here like this makes me realise how much I love you and how attracted I am to you.’ He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still carrying the sin from the previous night. ‘But the images of you bouncing on my cock last night are still driving me crazy,’

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours, as his arms wrapped around you felt like a sin. His lips brushed against yours; softly, passionately. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. His arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible. You gently grabbed his jaw, slowly pulling away from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from him.

‘Don’t distract me,’ you smiled at him, his face still in your hands.

‘I love that you are studying but technically you don’t have to. You know that, right? I’ve got you covered.’

‘Well I’m not like that,’ you snuck a quick kiss before twisting back the chair so you sat in front of your notes again. ‘Now leave. I have an exam coming up and if you want to be my future patient who’s satisfied with my service, you better leave me to study.’ You scolded.

‘Of course, Doctor.’

‘I love you.’

‘Eu te amo tanto.’ [I love you so much.]

#neymar #neymar jr #neymar imagines #neymar jr imagine #neymar headcanon #neymar fanfic #neymar x reader #neymar x you #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr x you #football imagine #champions league imagine #world cup #neymar jr fanfic #neymar imagine #neymar jr imagines #neymar fluff #neymar angst #neymar smut

[mrs-santoss]

Are you jealous, Ney? - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Heyy i saw that ur requests were open and i really liked ur other imagines so could u please write something with jealous ney like the reader and kylian(or anyone)got close since they started dating and one day they were just hanging out and kylian gets too close so ney gets jelous or smth plssss

It was a big change for me to move to Paris with Neymar and change my lifestyle completely. But since my job is mostly remote, I decided to move with the love of my life and support him on his journey. I knew a long-distance relationship wouldn't last for me, so I didn't want to risk breaking up with Neymar. We are an extremely happy and understanding couple; that's what makes us special.

Before Neymar and I moved to Paris, we looked for apartments or houses to rent or purchase. We found a perfect big apartment with enough rooms for me to create my own office. Neymar made sure everything was perfect, so I wouldn't miss anything at work. He felt some sort of responsibility to make me comfortable since I'm the one moving to a different country for him, even though I wouldn't want him to feel this way at all.

I'm working on my latest project at work when I get a call from Ney saying he's bringing a few guys from the team over to hang out. I ask if he wants me to prepare some food or anything, but he's got it all covered.

I'm not in my best-looking state, but I'm not too bad either. I'm wearing a sweater and shorts, dark blue set with some light makeup and my hair up in a bun. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I go to open the door, greeting Neymar first.

"Hi, bebê. How was training?" I ask him and give him a quick kiss on the lips, he squeezes my waist lightly.

"Hi, meu amor. It was good. Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Kylian and Thiago. I invited a few more guys, but they couldn't make it." he says to me as the guys come inside and remove their shoes. We have a shoes-off policy because of me, I hate the idea of dirty shoes on the couch.

Everyone greets me and says hi. Kylian gives me a quick hug, and follows the other guys to the living room as I shut the door. I follow Neymar and I grab his food bags from his hands.

"I will prepare everything, anjo. You sit with the guys." I say to him, he hesitates first but gives in and kisses my forehead.

I'm in the kitchen making some drinks for the guys and one for myself because why not, and put the ordered food on the plates. I go to the living room where the guys were taking turns playing Fifa. Kylian and Thiago were sitting on the big couch, Neymar was sitting on an arm chair, I place the food on the table and sit next to Neymar on the arm of the arm chair. He gives me a side hug and kisses my shoulder. Kylian and Thiago were playing against each other, while Neymar is waiting his turn.

"How's work going, bebê? Are you done for today? he asks me, while snacking on some chips.

"Yeah, Ney. I have a few things let unfinished but I will deal with them tomorrow." I say back to him.

"Okay, amor. Don't get too stressed out about work." he says to me giving me another quick kiss on my shoulder since he can't reach my face since I'm sitting on a higher level.

Thiago beats Kylian on the game, and now is Neymar's turn with Thiago. Kylian offers Neymar his seat so he has a better view of the TV, and Kylian sits on his place next to me.

Neymar's POV:

I switched seats with Kylian so I can focus on the game more. After a few minutes of playing, I hears laughs coming from Y/N's and Kylian's direction, they were chatting together about different stuff. Usually, I'm not the jealous type, but I hate it when someone else makes my girlfriend laugh. I don't want to make it a big deal, I mean they're having fun as friends. I feel some sort of responsibility that she had to leave her friends behind to move to Paris with me.

Kylian reaches out to grab some food, and the arm chair almost drops on Y/N's side due to the unbalanced weight. He quickly grabs her by the waist and pulls her so she doesn't fall.

"Oh, my god, I'm sorry. Are you okay? he says to her. Y/N confirms she is okay, and they both start laughing finding it funny.

I decide to ditch the game and let Thiago beat me. I feel this rush of jealousy over my body. I quickly stand up.

"Kylian, you can continue playing, I lost the game." I say to him coldly.

"Okay, bro. In a second! I want to finish this food first." he says casually to me not even looking at me, still making jokes with Y/N, my girlfriend.

"Sure! No rush." I say to him and I sit back next to Thiago, I pull out my phone pretending to scroll through different apps, but still looking at them through my peripheral vision.

Y/N is telling him an embarrasing story from her high school days, and Kylian laughs, touching her shoulder slightly.

"Hahaha, oh, god, I didn't realize you were also funny and not just pretty." he says to her as if he forgot she's my girlfriend, MINE.

That was it for me. I wanted to make that stop. So I stood up quickly. And walked over to them.

"Hey, amor. Can I have a word with you in the kitchen?" I say to her coldly.

"Yeah, sure, bebê." she stands up quickly and follows me to the kitchen."What's up, Ney?"

"Why are you not working right now?" I ask her blankly, I can tell she's taken back from my words.

"Um... What do you mean, bebê? she asks me confused. "Do you not want me to hang out with you guys?"

"Of course, I want you to hang out with us, but I want you to sit next to me." I say to her, and I feel a little weird saying it out loud. We never had these conversations about jealousy before.

She pauses for a moment, processing my words. And suddenly, she starts smiling. I don't know why she's smiling, I certainly don't find it funny AT ALL.

"Bebê... are you jealous?" she asks, as if she's reading my mind.

"What?! No, I'm not? Why would you think that?" I ask, not sure what to say next.

"Hahaha, yes you are, Ney." she says to me and grabs my, cheeks pinching them, and kisses my lips softly. Oh, god, how does she manage to make me smile through everything?

"Okay... maybe a little. I don't like this feeling. You are MINE." I say, as i grap her by the waist and pull her close to me crashing my lips into her.

"You don't have to be jealous, meu amor. I'm only trying to make new friends. I don't think Kylian there is flirting with me either." she says to me.

"Maybe, but, I still don't like it. I'm the only one who can make you laugh like that." I say to her, she starts grinning. "You're the only one who can also make me scream." she says while winking at me. I kiss her passionately, and run my hands down to her butt, squeezing it slightly.

"That's for sure, bebê." I can't wait for those idiots to leave so I can make her scream my name.

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[teamoon7]

🇺🇸: So, I was still a little unsure about my original ladybug redesign, so I tried to make some alternatives with other changes and options.

In the second Image, there are 6 different items that I'm not sure which options I should pick: shirt (purple), sleeve length (orange), 'belly'/torso (green), gloves (blue) (connect or not to the arm, like 1 and 4), shorts (yellow) and boots (red). Which one do you prefer from each of these items? (Ps.: the already "built up" combinations are not variations I already "estabilished"! I just put some options together at random so it was easier to visualize them, but you can say any combination you want. I'm also not sure if I'm keeping the sleeves of the shirts and shorts with the golden details, but I'm already certain I'll keep the parts that show the sewing). (Ps.2: I didn't include the cape just so it was easier to see all the different parts, but I didn't remove it from the costume, it's still there).

The first pic is my favorite combination, but I also like shirt 5, belly/torso 3 and glove 1...

My main problems with the first version were mainly the upper part of the body (shirt and torso), but I also wasn't very happy neither with the original boots, nor with the way the shorts were "glued" to the costume. About the gloves, although I like the og black and simple gloves (to represent a ladybug's paws), I saw someone (unfortunately forgot who it was :/ ) saying that they found it important for ladybug to have red hands because of the scenes of her and chat doing "pound it", since is has focus on their hands, I thought it was an interesting concept and tried to change a little bit so I could keep the gloves, but with red details on them. (Ps.: the gloves are not exactly above the spots in the arms, so please ignore the glove position because it will not cover the spots). Although I like the gloves with darker shades of red, I don't think it is an 'harmonious' choice if that's the only part of the clothes that has that shade (if I don't choose torso 5).

Anyway, if you want you can also suggest any other changes (like "I like glove 1, but without the golden accents) in general!! Also, even if I decide my favorite parts in this one I'll definitely do at least a third redesign hahaha (since there's a specific element I want to include on the costume in general, but I'm still unsure of how I'm doing/including it)

🇧🇷: Então, eu ainda tava um pouco incerta sobre meu redesign original da Ladybug, então pensei em fazer algumas alternativas com outras mudanças.

Na segunda imagem, tem 6 itens diferentes que eu estou em dúvida entre quais opções escolher: blusa (roxo), tamanho da manga (laranja), 'barriga'/torso (verde), luva (azul) (Modelo com ou sem relevo), short (amarelo) e bota (vermelho). Quais vocês preferem de cada um desses itens? (Obs: os trajes "montados" não são as variações que eu já estabeleci! Só coloquei algumas opções juntas aleatoriamente pra ficar mais fácil de visualizar, porém podem falar qualquer combinação que vocês quiserem. Também não tenho certeza se vou manter as "mangas" das blusas e shorts com os detalhes dourados, mas a costura é de certeza que vou manter).(Obs2: só não coloquei a capa pra ficar mais fácil de visualizar, mas ela ainda está na roupa).

A primeira imagem é minha combinação favorita, mas também gosto da blusa 5, da barriga 3 e da luva 1...

Meus problemas principais eram principalmente na blusa de cima e na parte superior do torço, mas também não fiquei tão satisfeita com a bota original e nem com a forma como o short era "colado" na roupa. Sobre a luva, por mais que eu goste das luvas simples pretas (pra representar as patas de uma joaninha), vi uma pessoa comentando que acha importante as mãos da ladybug serem vermelhas por causa das cenas dela e do chat noir fazendo o "zerou" que têm foco nas mãos deles (infelizmente esqueci quem foi que falou isso :/ ), achei um conceito interessante e tentei mudar um pouco pra manter as luvas porém com detalhes vermelhos nelas. (Obs: as luvas não estão realmente grudadas nas bolinhas do braço, então ignorem as luvas posicionadas em cima das bolinhas). Por mais que goste das luvas com tons mais escuros de vermelho, não sei se fica muito harmônico aquele ser o único local da roupa com aquele tom de vermelho se não for escolher a opção 5 de barriga/torso.

Enfim, se quiserem também podem sugerir qualquer outra mudança (como "gosto da luva 1 porém sem o dourado") no geral!! Mesmo que eu decida minhas favoritas nesse aqui eu com certeza ainda vou no mínimo fazer um terceiro redesign hashushs (até porque tem um elemento específico que quero incluir nas roupas num geral mas que ainda não decidi como fazer)

#my art #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #design #mlb unnamed au #miraculous au #redesign #ML #MLB #miraculous #marinette #ladybug #brazilian artists #artists on tumblr #character design #also made me a little “base” for Marinette so it is easier to draw multiple design options without having to redraw her every time #so you might see me using this many other times hahah

[maneaterss]

hiii, could you do scenerio where richarlison and yn are celebrating her birthday and he gifts her something very grand 💖 love your writing

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison outdoes himself per usual.

cw: richarlison being cute

authors note: i said i wasn't gonna write cause i had finals but i couldn't resist this. this is gonna be short but i tried!

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you've always kept your birthday modest- it wasn't that you didn't want to have a big party and get expensive gifts but you had never done it before so why start now you spent the day with your friends to wait until your boyfriend was out of practice. you had a small meal with your friends before you bid your goodbyes and got in your car.

richarlison should be at your apartment by now but he hadn't texted you that he was on his way, you began your journey home after waiting for your car to start up, god you hated that car. once you'd made it home you saw another car in the driveway- expensive. confused- you entered the house wearily incase he'd brought a friend home you didn't want to bother them.

"rich?" you called out into your house walking to the living room. there was no sign of him or anyone else home until you walked into your kitchen.

balloons of y/f/c littered the floor and fairy lights were strung across the cabinets- along with a 'happy birthday' banner hung by two walls. multiple platters of food littered the table and two glasses or wine were set across from eachother. plates of meats, vegetables, fruits, and biscuits were splayed across the table as well.

once you'd finished taking in the sight before you your eyes switched to the perpetrator who barely gave you a second of air before he pulled you into his arms. "feliz aniversário meu amor." he smiledand he pulled his chest back to see your face.

you'd forgot about everything, you forgot about all of your issues, the phone calls you had to return and thank people for the birthday wishes, you looked at the man before you and placed both hands on his cheeks, you could've sworn his eyes were sparkling. this was such a sweet gesture and it must've not mean a lot to him because his focus was on you but this was something nobody had ever surprised you with.

you placed a soft kiss on his lips and couldnt wipe the smile off your face. "tu és o meu mundo. i love you y/n."

his world. everything he said made your cheeks flush and your heart flutter, "i love you too baby." you said pressing another kiss to his lips, "thank you so much."

your kisses carried him away as he ran his fingers through you hair, his other hand on your hips. you were beginning to melt into his touch before he pulled back unexpectedly- "how did i forget?"

richarlison grabbed your hand and dragged you through the house ignoring your questions, your confusion only spiking once he exited the house.

"for you, anjo." he pointed to the sports car you'd seen earlier.

you were genuinely at a loss for words. a whole car- nonetheless a sports car for you, for your birthday? what did you so to deserve this?

richarlison began to get worried- did he insult you? did he make you think that you thought your car was ugly? there wasnt anything he could dislike about you- not even your rusty car, everything that made you you was insanely perfect to him.

the dinner was already a big stretch in your brain, you couldn't even comprehend the fact that anyone would drop this much money on you. "are you serious?"

he just laughed, rubbing his neck. "rich oh-" you were still in utter disbelief, "oh my god." you pressed another kiss to his lips.

"you didn't have to." you pulled him into a hug. "i don't even know what to say my love." his thoughtfulness was a gift in itself.

"the least i could do baby," he kissed your forehead, running his hand up and down your back. "if i could give you the world i would."

and you both knew that to be true- he would give you even his own life if you ask, you'd do the same for him.

#richarlison x you #richarlison de andrade #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison imagine #richarlison imagines #neymar angst #neymar headcanon #richarlison headcanons

[jusalle]

Richarlison Imagine!

•You tried your best•

Richarlison Pov:

I tried so damn hard. Just to be subbed out eventually. I knew I wasn't doing the best. I had faith I would do better. I thought they would put me back in eventually.

They subbed me out at the 84th minute. I switched with Pedro.

We were doing so damn good against Croatia when it was 1-0, but once it hit 1-1 everything just went downhill

We had to do penalties because we already went with overtime and that didn't uneven things out, it started off good but then we ended to 4-2. Even though I wasn't in the game during the penalties, I feel like let down everyone even my country.

The game finished 10 minutes ago. I'm just standing in the middle of the field. I look around at the crowed of people and see them just staring. Then I look at my teamates and I see Ney crying. Once I saw that it broke me. I look into the stands one more time

I see my beautiful wife. Her eyes have tears in them. She had believed in me, I let my own wife down. That's when everything hit me.

Tears start filling my eyes, making my eyes blurry, my head hurting from the tears.

I let everyone down today

Readers Pov:

Brazil is now eliminated. I see my husband just standing on the field. He just looks around and once he sees me, his face just breaks.

Meu Amor is crying.

I know its rough but it's not his fault. I'm proud of him. Especially he made it this far into the stages. He could never disappoint me.

I see him walking to the lockerooms by himself and I decide to see how he's doing.

I walk into the lockeroom. The sound of banging goes throughout my ears. I see Richarlison just banging on the lockers, his face full of tears. He can't even take a second to breathe.

Once he sees me he completely just breaks down.

"I-I-.. I'm sorry Y/n, if only I've don't better and I know I disappointed you and probably hate me like everyone else. I let down my own country and my own wif-"

You didn't want him talking anymore. Especially the way he as talking in between sobs was breaking my heart.

You go up to him and give him a big hug as he puts his head on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat.

"Meu Amor, you did so good today, never ever doubt yourself, next world cup you'll come stronger than ever. Also you can never disappoint me. I was so proud on how you were doing Amor. You country loves you Richarlison De Andrade. You are the heart of Brazil Amor. Your the best player I know"

By now Richarlison has calmed down. You always knew how to calm him down. All he had to do was listen to your heartbeat and just focus on what your saying.

He gets up from the position he was in and cups my face and stares in at me.

"Meu Amor, you don't know how lucky I am to have you. I really don't deserve your support and love. Your too good for me Amor. Thank you for everything."

Richarlison got all his stuff and you decided it was better to go straight home and relax.

The car ride home was silent. Which didn't suprise me because I knew Richarlison was still upset.

You guys got home and you guys get everything out and go inside. You guys get ready for bed and decide to go on the couch to relax.

You two sat in silence. It wasn't a awkward silence, it was a silence where you just want to be in eachother presence.

"You tried you best Meu Amor, don't listen to what those stupid people say about you. Your the greatest player I know. Don't beat yourself up about it. You said quietly, not knowing how he's going to respond

He just nods and kisses you gently and caressing your cheek.

"Amor, I really don't deserve you. But thank you for being with me since day one and always dealing with my bullshit even though sometimes I can be annoying and an asshole somtimes."

You just chuckle at what your Husband said about himself.

"Meu Amor, if we're in this together. I'll always be by your side no matter what. You did fantastic today. Don't listen to people. Things happend for a reason Amor, things will eventually come your way soon."

He just smiles at me and lays on my chest again.

Listening to my heartbeat

HELLOO lovelies, ik this is short but this one is based on today's game. I hope you guys enjoyed. ALSO if yall have request ILL GLADY ACCEPT���🐦

#world cup #brazil #richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison imagine #richarlison one shot #richarlison x reader

[futbol16]

Only You  • Geyse da Silva Ferreira

Request:  so a part 2 to the geyse fic maybe??

Part 1 You and Her

Word count: 1,9k

Her thoughts are all jumbled up as she sits in her cubby and ties her cleats. She’s still replaying the memories from a week ago when she stayed at yours. She remembers how you’d pull her close every few seconds, how you made her taste the dish so many times before it was even done. You were so worried it wouldn’t turn out good even though you’ve made this same dish countless times for her and her siblings. 

But Geyse knew it would be perfect, everything you did was perfect. You were perfect.

A thump next to her breaks her out of her thoughts and she looks up at you curiously as a large smile forms on your lips. 

“Olá, meu amigo!" the reality of your relationship- or rather the lack of it- slaps her in the face but she still blushes as you bump shoulders with her. She mumbles out a quiet hi knowing by the smile on your face that you were waiting to start on your story of the day.

“Last Friday, Pina and I went out to this cool restaurant by the beach. I swear it was so cool! They had these like little fish in their-” the world quietens around Geyse as she hears the first words. 

She totally forgot about your plans with the short Spaniard. She almost even forgot that she had to worry about her.

Her face morphs into an unreadable expression as you continue your story about the fantastic date you had and in this moment Geyse can’t even stop to smile at the way you flail your arms around as you animatedly over-explain everything.

Her thoughts make it impossible for her to focus on anything.

 “- and she got me this bracelet too! Look!” 

You shove your arm under her nose and she stares at the blue patterned bracelet. It was made out of a yarn-like material and Geyse had to admit the design looked beautiful. 

“That’s very nice Y/N” she gives you a small smile before turning back to her left boot which is still untied and you stare at her in confusion. However, you shrug it off. It wasn’t unusual for Geyse to not want to talk a lot, as her best friend you understood that the most.

Eventually the team is herded out of the changing room and onto the field and instantly a pair of arms find their way around your waist. 

The Brazilian tries hard to ignore the sweet giggles coming from the two of you, but still her eyes glaze over with a jealous fire and she turns away with her jaw set tight. She almost fears she’ll break her own teeth with how hard she’s clenching her jaw and that almost happens when the coach pairs her up with the one teammate she dislikes the most.

She almost hates the way Claudia is still all smiles as she approaches her, how enthusiastic she is despite Geyse’s obvious distaste towards the girl. 

“Hola” the Spainard’s is spoken softly, Geyse’s less so as she grumbles back.

“Hola”

Training seems much longer than usual and the two remain paired up. Somewhere during, Geyse had come to the realization that maybe Pina wasn’t as bad as she thought. Truth be told, she knew the girl meant no harm but her feelings towards you overshadowed what she considered reality.

When training is over she decides she might just try to tolerate your relationship with the brunette. That is until Claudia hands her the medicine ball and her eyes dart to the accessory on the girl’s wrist, the same bracelet you were wearing.

She scoffs aloud as she realizes the two of you got matching bracelets, whether that was a platonic act or something more, Geyse still feels hurt.

She wasn’t going to let you know that though, she wouldn’t let anyone know. She pretends she doesn’t see Lucy’s eyes on her as the older woman watches her with a frown from her place next to you - you who was already striking up a conversation with Claudia. 

You immediately notice the shift in Geyse’s mood. Your best friend is more distant and you’re convinced she’s avoiding you. At first you left her alone, maybe all she needed was space. But after the fourth day you decide this can’t go on any longer and you approach her - more like you sit down next to her on your usual spot in the locker room.

It sort of forces her to not march out on you, she wouldn’t do that with so many of your teammates present.

“Geyse, Geyse, hey.” in your own manner you nudge her with your elbow but she only pushes your arm away. A deep frown appears on your face after that. “Geyse, meu amigo. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” 

Still, nothing. This time Geyse’s shoulders drop at the name you just called her and she heavily exhales through her nose. You sigh at her reluctance to even look your way and your eyes slightly water at her hostile behavior. 

You hated when people got mad at you and you didn’t know the reason why, especially if it was your Geyse. You hadn’t done anything wrong. 

“Please don’t push me away” it’s a plea, a barely audible plea that leaves your mouth in a hoarse voice as you recall the last time something like this happened between the two of you. Similar to now, you didn’t know what caused your best friend’s sudden cold behavior towards you. 

Of course Geyse knew, it was when the two of you were 20 and 22, when you had your first serious relationship. Geyse instantly knew the girl was no good for you, you deserved so much better and she was convinced she would have treated you much better. She didn’t tell you that of course.

Your defeated sigh brings her back to the present and with one last glance at the girl next to you, you silently pull your shirt over your head and exit the locker room. Geyse watches as you do so and as the door closes softly her eyes connect with someone's. Claudia stares at her with a disappointed look and the Brazilian can barely hold back on rolling her eyes at the girl.

You were known for your resilience, which is why it does not come as a surprise to Geyse when you approach her yet again the next day after training.

This time you catch her before she can follow the rest and you block her way from walking off the field. She makes the mistake of letting herself gaze into your eyes and she knows she won’t be able to stand her ground. Not with the way you were looking at her. 

And so she lets herself be dragged under the shade, she even lets you pull her down onto the grass and with the familiarity of the actions she doesn’t think before she lays her head back onto your stomach. A slight smile pulls at your lips. 

“What happened?” It is obvious what you're talking about yet the girl resting against you decides to act oblivious.

“Hm? What do you mean?” you lightly scoff at her and she visibly winces at the sound, turning her head towards you. 

“Não aja de forma estúpida” you tell her in an almost strict manner and she nods in agreement, your gaze on her not allowing her to say no. You always made sure she was comfortable to tell you about her worries. It seemed like even when Geyse feared she might lose you while doing so, she still couldn't not tell you.

“I just- I don’t know. It got me a bit jealous or whatever” she shrugs in thought, though not breaking eye contact with you as she tells you honestly.

“I didn’t really expect it I guess- and I get it. You know, feelings are hard, they are. But it’s fine, I just want you to be happy and if it’s Claudia that makes you happy…” once again she trails off, this time focusing on the soft touches from you as you trace her braids. Your movements suddenly come to a halt and she opens her eyes in confusion.

“What?” your voice is laced with the same confusion her stare holds, your mouth slightly agape.

“You and Pina, guess you guys are kind of cute” Lie, she thought you’d be much cuter with her arm around your waist, with her lips on your cheek, with you laughing at her jokes. Not Claudia.

Realization dawns on you and you don’t hide the slight uptick of your lips. There’s a beat of silence that passes by and your smile only widens until a giggle escapes your mouth. Geyse smacks her forehead at your antics.

“Tell me what’s funny now”

“Nothing- nothing” you giggle through it until your soft eyes settle on hers and you watch as she melts under your gaze, a slight pink tint to her cheeks.

“It’s just that I never thought you’d be jealous. Like I wasn’t expecting that to be the reason why you were avoiding me”

“I wasn’t avoiding-” her words grow quiet at the look on your face and she cocks her head to the side bashfully. “- and I wasn’t jealous! Why would I be jealous?” your hand resumes its actions as you mess with her hair, a giddy feeling in your stomach. Complete contrast to the panic Geyse is feeling.

“Geyse, it’s not a bad thing”

“It’s not?” she eyes you in bewilderment and you nonchalantly shrug at her as you prop yourself up on your elbows to have a clearer look at her. 

“No, not really. Because-” the spell you have on her is insane as you reach for her and your hand settles on her jaw. She’s shy, it’s extremely obvious as she leans into your hold but she lets you tug her up and slowly, very slowly she leans closer to you.

“What are you doing?” she whispers nervously as you bring her face closer to you and her hand lands on the grass below the two of you as she holds herself up. The confident look from before is long gone from your face as you lay your true feelings out in front of who you’ve called your best friend for the past 6 years. 

Still, you carefully stroke the curve of her jaw line and the girl in front of you gasps in a way you’ve never heard. Geyse’s eyes jump from your eyes to your lips and they stay there.

“I’m doing what I should have done when I was 16” with that you connect your lips in a tender kiss, Geyse’s hand cradling your own face. The two of you melt into each other as Geyse deepens the kiss and knits her eyebrows together, trying to savor the feeling of being so close to you. Of becoming one with you. She’s waited so long for this and she wasn’t going to let you go now. 

The two of you pull away for air but you don’t go far as Geyse dips her head to catch your lips in another passionate kiss as she gently pushes you back on the grass. You’ve never seen this bold side of her, in the six years you’ve known Geyse, she was never the confident one. Yet, in this moment she has single handedly reversed the roles and you become putty in her hands.

The large smiles that break out across your faces force you to separate and Geyse exhales in delight while you press another quick kiss to her cheek.

“I told you there was nothing between me and Pina” 

#geyse ferreira imagine #woso imagine #futbol16 #woso x reader

[minhamentetrans-blog]

Não sei se um dia existirei assim mas seria dessa forma.

Pausei os hormônios e por consequência a terapia. A vida amorosa e profissional influenciando muito essa pausa

Existo em minha mente e coração e aqui permaneço

A terapia hormonal estava funcionando, bastante resultado para 3,5 meses e meio, um tempo curtíssimo de fato, já não aparento a idade que tenho e meu rosto está androgenizando e ficando mais jovem, o peso de tudo isso com as outras coisas que preciso focar nesse momento da vida influenciaram bastante essa pausa, se for voltar com os hormônios preciso me organizar melhor. De fato meus 40 anos e tantos pesam mais que se tivesse 20 anos, 40 anos vivendo uma personalidade, simulando alguém. Tudo que teria que enfrentar nessa transição... Acostumei em partes a aguentar. Por enquanto é isso.

I paused the hormones and consequently the therapy. Professional and love life influencing a lot for this break

I exist in my mind and heart and here I remain

The hormone therapy was working, a lot of results for 3.5 and a half months, a very short time in fact, I don't look my age anymore and my face is androgenizing and getting younger, the weight of all this with the other things I need to focus on at this time of life greatly influenced this pause, if I'm going to come back with hormones I need to organize myself better. In fact, my 40-somethings weigh more than if I were 20 or 40 years old living a personality, simulating someone. Everything I would have to face in this transition... I got used to it in parts to holding on. That's it for now

#trans #transgirl #transgender #trans lesbian #mtf #trans mtf #transgurl #transisbeautiful #trans goddess #transfem #feminine sissy

[neverinadream]

Only Me

Summary: Rúben can't seem to keep his hands off you.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, dom!rúben, sub!reader, a smidge of possessive!rúben, morning sex, praise kink, begging, pet names (baby, princess ect), oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Notes: of course i picked this gif...why wouldn't i pick this gifts, it's a beautiful gif

Your hands bunch your bedsheets together, knuckles piercing white underneath your skin as your back arches away from the mattress. His name rolls off your tongue with ease, flooding your bedroom with praise for your boyfriend as his focus was sorely on your pleasure. His sudden hunger and desire had come as a surprise to you, half expecting him to get straight in the shower after a quick workout, but there was no way you could complain, not when you were already on the brink of an orgasm.

"Keep going," you struggle to speak, letting go of the sheets and resting your hands on the back of his head. He hums, the vibrations like little sparks of electricity against your hot centre. His tongue moves between your slick folds, hitting your clit each time, whilst two of his fingers worked in and out of you, both working together to leave you a whimpering mess. Eyes, darkened by lust, flick up to meet yours, holding them and making it impossible for you to look away. "Shit," you gasp, feeling your walls clench tight around him.

"Close, princess?" Rúben asks, licking his lips as he pulls his mouth from you. Taking his free hand off your hip, he brushes his thumb against your clit, listening closely to the way your breathing becomes heavier and your whimpers become louder. "Let go for me," he encourages, removing his thumb and just using his fingers inside of you to push you over the edge. A grin cracks his cheeks, feeling you clench around his fingers as the rest of your body temporarily tenses, your back arching away from the mattress and your head falling back into the pillow. "Good girl," he praises between quick kisses pressed against your hips as your orgasm rocks through you, "taking my fingers so well for me."

You groan at his filthy mouth before whimpering as he pulls his fingers out. "Is this the part where I can actually wish you a good morning?" You ask, gazing up at Ruben, his body hovering above you. He only shushes you, pressing his fingers against your lips; you part them, humming around his fingers and sucking them clean. "I can't complain," you start to speak again, a giggle escaping as he peppers your neck with soft kisses, "but this is a bit of a surprise."

"A good surprise?" Rúben asks, pulling back to look at you.

"An amazing surprise."

A deep hum slips past his lips as he brings them down against yours, his hand framing your face to keep you in position. It was desperate and full of need and desire that only you, his girlfriend, could provide. Both of you moan as his tongue drags against yours, tasting the remnants of yourself on each other's tongue. Breaking away to catch his breath, Rúben nips playfully at your bottom lip, tugging on it until you're sounding off a whimper.

"God," he groans, brushing his thumb along your swollen bottom lip, "I could kiss these lips until the end of time."

Your eyebrow pricks to attention, a coy smile tugging at your lips. "Is that your way of saying you want to be with me forever?"

"Of course," he takes hold of your left hand and places a short but gentle kiss against your empty ring finger, "there's no one else that I would want to spend the rest of my life with, meu amor."

It wasn't the first time your boyfriend had spoken about the future you two were to have together. After your third date, he was confident enough in himself to believe that there would be no one else after you. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before he went to sleep. He could picture it all with you - the big wedding, or small, he didn't necessarily care as long as he was there to see you walking down the aisle to him, children, the nice front garden with the white picket fence - he just wanted it all with you.

Simply, you were everything to him and so much more.

Rúben stops your hand as it travels down his body, preventing it from reaching its intended destination. "No," he shakes his head, "you don't have to do anything." Your pout leaves him chuckling, the soft vibrations felt through his chest as his body lies close to you. A stray kiss is placed on the inside of your wrist before Rúben gently pins it above your head. "You don't have to do anything," he repeats, his nose bumping against yours, "except to lie there and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me, baby? Will you lie there and just take it for me?" A lump forms in your throat to match the dull ache between your thighs, leaving you at a loss for words. "Use your words," Rúben instructs, letting go of your wrist and gliding his hand down the outside of your thigh, "I won't touch you unless you use your words."

"Yes," you gasp, feeling him hike your leg high up around his waist. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, suppressing the best part of your moan as you feel his hard crotch pressing against you. "Yes," you repeat, chasing his lips with yours. The kiss is short and desperate, solidifying your answer. "Yes."

"Good."

Rúben untucks himself from the confinement of his tight boxers, jerking his hand against his hard cock. A soft grunt slips past his lips as he runs the head against your clit and down to your hole, coating the tip in your wetness. "So wet and ready for me, baby girl," he purrs, pushing just the tip inside, "no one gets you this wet, huh? Only me. Only I can do that." His hand sits on your hip as he pushes the rest in, his chest heaving and breath catching in the back of his throat when you clench around him. "Tell me," he orders, his voice deep and raspy in your ear, "tell me who makes you feel this good."

"You do," you answer, framing his face with your hands. He ducks his head, forehead pressing against yours, making the moment just that little bit sweeter. Sliding your hand around to the back of his head, you bring his lips against yours, allowing for his tongue to pass into your mouth, deepening the kiss. "Always you," you affirm, moaning into his mouth.

Grunts and groans escape his lips, his head burying into your neck as he continues to thrust into you. Each thrust is slow and precise, hitting the perfect spot that has you clenching around him and leaves your toes curling. "Baby, do you know how amazing you feel?" Rúben asks you, gripping your hip tighter. His lips touch your neck, teeth grazing against your soft skin and sucking until his own personal stamp is left behind. "Clenching around me as you just lie there and take it like the good girl you are."

"God, you have such a filthy mouth."

"Only for you."

He hooks your ankle over his shoulder, pinning your thigh against his broad chest and thrusting into you at a new angle. "Gonna cum all over this cock for me, baby girl?" Rúben asks, grunting after each thrust. His grip tightens on your thigh, leaving indents of his fingers along your skin, where bruises would soon form. He relished at the sounds you were making, whimpering his name and pouring praise into his ears. His own pleasure meant little to him when he had you sounding like this. "Do I make you feel good, baby?" You nod your head, listening to him snigger as a half-strangled moan erupts from the back of your throat. "Gonna show me how good I make you feel by cumming for me?"

"I'm so close," you manage to whimper, the simplest of words coming to you in your moment of bliss. The ache in your stomach was too great to ignore, the coil continuously twisting until the tension was so close to snapping. Rolling your hips, you match his rhythm, smirking as his head rolls back, cursing under his breath. Evidently, you weren't the only one close to cumming. "Cum with me-"

"You first, princess," he cuts you off, letting your leg drop to around his waist.

"No," you shake your head, "together." Snaking your arms around his neck, you pull him closer, peppering kisses along his jaw. "Cum with me, baby," you whisper into his ear, running your lips against the shell of his ear, "let me know how good I make you feel." His head buries into your neck, groaning as your nails scratch against the back of his head. The rhythm you both hold becomes sloppier, little white spots bluring your vision as your second orgasm washes over you.

"Princess-" He stumbles over his words, barely making any sense to you as he rides out your highs. "-so tight-" More grunts pierce the room, his hands slipping off your hips and grasping at the bedsheets. His hips still, chest heaving in time with yours as you both catch your breaths. Soft kisses littered your neck, leaving a trail until his mouth was hovering above yours; his lips weren't close enough to kiss you but still close enough to tease you. "Good morning," he whispers, brushing your hair from your face.

"Good morning indeed."

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Hey Cheesus!! Just wanted to say I loved the South post, I absolutely adore seeing brazilian culture getting more recognition, and Y/N making feijoada???? A dream come true for real (also, maybe she would make him brigadeiros as well? It's soooo good and very easy to make, everyone loves it!)

I'd like to know what are your thoughts on how the boys would react if Y/N started making more brazilian foods for them as well, to settle their jealousy!

(Also, about the translation, "meu pequeno anjo" is correct! But, if you want to, you could also use "anjinho", which is a more informal and affectionate way of saying it! "Meu pequeno anjo" can be a mouthfull, so "anjinho" is usually what we use around here!)

Anonymous asked: As a brazilian this is my time to shine!!! us brazilians love to talk about our country, so I just know south would make Coxinha for you and show you some sertanejo songs <3 btw instead of "pequeno anjo" is better if u use "anjinho", both are right it's just that the second way makes more sense :)

asdhasdaj hello from the other side of the world! its mindblowing to me that we all somehow ended up here even though physically we're so far away! glad to here yall liked that fic, here's a little follow-up, it's been a long time coming :) (and thank you for the language tips!) as usual its 5.30am here so i will edit this tomorrow ;-;

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Recommended Reading: A Time Long Past; A Friend In Me Chapter 1

Masterlist

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The Dawn that A New Day Brings

They were a little more misshapen than he had initially thought South had to admit, looking back down at the enormous bento box filled with neat rows of coxinha that once more saw the light of day as you ever so gently pried open the lid with small, fragile hands, the too-large box balanced carefully on your tiny lap. The comforting snack he remembered chowing down on back in a simpler time had turned out a lot flatter than what he had originally envisioned and what they really should be - looking much like burger patties instead of its supposed signature teardrop shape. But you didn't seem to even notice the odd, uneven shapes or the slightly burnt surfaces, your stomach letting out an impatient grumble as you excitedly reached out for one, only to pause right before your fingers made contact, turning those adorable doe eyes back up at him. “Are these really for me?”

The giant of a man could only laugh at your eagerness, reaching up to gingerly grind his knuckles into your hair, which earned him a quick swat of your hand and a giggled ‘stop that!’. How someone as kind, as innocent as you could exist alongside monsters, murderers like him was a question South could only wonder about, though no one would find him complaining - you never did like when he referred to himself as anything but your friend. “If you can finish them all anjinho, then yes.”

You smacked him again, this time on his arm, your bright laughter bursting forth from soft lips. “Cheeky! You know what I meant.”

It was one of those rare afternoons that had been marked as empty on your schedule for one reason or another that South couldn’t care about, and the weather despite it being the middle of summer was surprisingly pleasant - there had been a light drizzle earlier in the afternoon that threatened the lunch he had been eagerly awaiting for the past two weeks, though it had cleared up into a cloudless sky. From just round the corner came floating the sounds of chattering and games, though the rest of your schoolmates knew well to keep clear of the secluded, silent backyard no matter how much the extra space would be welcomed; even before the arrival of your latest pet delinquent or so the rumors went, the school yard had always been the territory of gangs. 

But all he could focus on in the moment was you: watching as you struggled to twist your body with the relatively enormous lunch box still balanced on your lap, his hand stabilizing the box as you did, your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration as you attempted to grab your school bag from beside him where it was resting on the bench. How he could easily snap your back in two with one hand, crush your delicate wrist as you reached over him - but it was only you who had ever gotten away with so much, with your songbird voice that twinkled like bells when you laughed and lifted his mood. His little angel indeed. 

Finally managing to haul what looked like a bento box out, the lid to your box was carefully open. The intoxicating smell of seafood and coconut instantly burst forth into the open air, the sheer tantalizing aroma catching even South off guard as you revealed the familiar sight of yellow paste topped with shrimp and contrasted with the bright green of fresh cilantro. “Here! I made vatapá the other day for my friends, so I kept some of the paste for you!”

As if on cue, a loud growl called out from the delinquent’s stomach, as it always did when faced with your cooking, though your friend barely flinched in the face of your suppressed giggles - if it had been anyone else, they would have already found themselves at the business end of his fist. But for you, all that happened was your muffled laughter quickly escalating into full-blown laughter when his finger found your sides in precise jabs, his lip quirking up in amusement. “Is it that funny?”

“A-ah, stop that!” Was all you managed to breathe out between your guffaws. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That’s what I thought,” South huffed, though there wasn’t a hint of malice in his voice, finally letting up for you to catch your breaths.

“You’re a big meanie, you know that?” But you still offered him the box anyway, which he gladly accepted, quickly digging in without much encouragement. He couldn’t remember feeling this happy since his childhood days; you filled that hole in his heart that fighting could never. 

So why couldn’t he keep you all to himself? Why did he let you get away? And most importantly, why did he let those Tokyo Manji bastards keep taking you away from him?

Lunch passed in relative peace, South wolfing down every bit of shrimp coconut skew and fragrant rice while you giggled at the vigor, gingerly blowing and nibbling on coxinha, the shade of the old tree keeping the sun out of yours and his eyes. And as your lunch break came into a close much quicker than either of you expected, boxes were reluctantly packed away, with the last of the coxinha that you had begged out of polished off by him, the gears in his head still turning as they had for the past week or two, staring at you unblinkingly with those harsh yellow eyes. “Thanks for the wonderful lunch,” you beamed up at him adorably, unafraid, uncaring maybe of his intense look, the brown paper bag you carried everywhere already clutched between your two hands as you made to turn away. “It was good to see you again Minami.”

This was it. This was the last chance he would have in a long time, if not ever - catching someone like you without laying a finger on your tender flesh wouldn’t be difficult, not in the slightest. You were naive, gullible to a fault. An innocent creature by any stretch, but alas your beloved friends that followed you everywhere were not. “Before you go,” he started, and you paused, cocking your head in confusion.

“What’s up?” Ah, those doe eyes, almost shimmering in the sunlight; he couldn’t wait till they were only his to enjoy.

“Nothing much anjinho, but if you have some time I want to show you my new bike.” There was no lie in that, he really did just get his hands on one; you were the sole individual he never felt comfortable lying to. And watching your face light up, it seemed that was the right decision as you quickly agreed without a second thought; taking his offered hand as he gently led you out towards the front of your school.

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Baji sighed again, bronze eyes scanning the flood of students flowing back and dispersing into the various classrooms from where he was leaned against outside yours. It was five minutes till your class started, and you still had yet to return from lunch. A highly unusual occurrence in itself, given you were hardly, if ever, late for class. Not with the emphasis you had on your studies or grades or whatever it was he didn’t.

He had been against this from the start, would be what he reminded the rest when this little experiment goes horribly wrong. Leaving you even one lunch free to do as you please without their supervision; it was supposed to be a simple test if you could obey their explicit instructions to you. Stay away from South Terano.

You knew how your Toman friends felt - you knew how Baji felt - about you talking to people outside of them, let alone your engrossment with someone as dangerous and unhinged as South. They were right: you couldn’t be trusted with your own safety. Mikey and Kazutora had been pissed to hell and back that day, and it wasn’t as if Baji could disagree with their conclusion of killing the delinquent and be done with it despite Draken, Mitsuya and Pah’s vehement opposition. He didn’t want to lose you or a slightest bit of your affection. They should be the only ones in your life, with all that you mean to them and they to you, keeping you safe and protected.

Letting out a second sigh, the black-haired boy’s sharp ears didn’t fail to miss what seemed like interesting mumbles drifting out from the crowd, dangerously narrowed eyes quickly zeroing in on one unlucky boy - he recognised this one. A classmate of yours that Baji vaguely remembered kicking the shit out for once passing a tad too close to your desk for comfort. “Hey.” A quick grab and yank, and the unfortunate soul was face-to-face with a ticked-off and visibly irate Toman’s First Division Captain. “Care to repeat what you were saying?” It wasn’t a question.

But in a surprising twist, your classmate didn’t instantly break down into a mess like so many had before, far from it, instead looking Baji up and down with a critical eye. Seemingly having come to a decision, as if making up his mind that dealing with Toman no matter how painful was somehow the lesser of two evils. And out spilled the repeated rumor: you had been seen walking off campus hand in hand with an impossibly tall guy with tattoos that ran down his face, and you hadn’t been seen since.

South. You failed.

And then his phone went off. Mitsuya’s spotted you, and it wasn’t within the school compound.

Letting out a strong curse that had the whistleblower jumping slightly, Baji raced down the empty school corridor.

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“SOUTH!”

It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon; they could vaguely remember the weatherman's earlier forecast of cloudy skies and cool temperatures from a few days' earlier that you had been extremely excited for. Even the dawn that the new day had brought, which they knew you had watched fondly from your small kitchen window like you always did, nursing a hot cup of tea, had been nothing but promising; the pastel pink sky that emerged out of the dark night together with the streaks of morning sun bursting over the horizon never failed to make their day. Yet here they were.

At the roar of the familiar voice, you stopped in your tracks just a block away from the gates to your school, turning around to look with pinched eyebrows. “Mikey?”

And down the road they came, your six Toman friends screeching to a halt just mere meters away from where you were, your hand still delicately gripped within a treacherous larger hand. “Get away from him,” the Toman President ordered, those haunting abyss eyes fixed on South’s yellow ones, white-knuckled fists clenched tightly by his sides, his face black with rage as Draken stepped forward, as if to gesture for you to return to them despite no further movements from him. An insult, a spit to their faces was what this was - the absolute gull of this scum to make his way into the heart of Toman’s territory to try and steal you away from them. And you playing along like it meant nothing; this sheer audacity couldn’t go unpunished. The world fell silent, still, waiting with bated breath.

You glanced hesitantly between your friends, the confusion and uncertainty clear in those doe eyes. What was going, it was clear you weren’t sure - certainly you knew your friends had always been protective of you, but this? This was a bit extreme, was it not? Yet before you could reply, you were instantly pushed behind a much larger figure, South stepping in front of you to grin down at the group in front of him. “Looking for me?”

“Minami’s just trying to-”

“This is kidnapping,” Baji gritted out through his teeth, and you flinched when those sharpened bronze eyes flickered over to you, though that didn’t stop the thoughts from racing through your head. Kidnapping? “You’re taking her against her will.”

You tried once more to explain. “No Baji, he’s trying to-”

“She’s coming with me freely,” South interrupted, the smirk on his face only seeming to grow as curses were instantly spat out at him. He knew what you meant to them, of course he did, having to watch day in and day out from a distance as you lavished your love on ‘your boys’, as you affectionately termed them. No more - your attention was now his.

But there was no doubt this Tokyo Manji Gang would let you go without a fight.

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Turning to look at you straight for the first time, Mikey narrowed his eyes, and you gulped. “Come. Here.” You really were in deep trouble this time.

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered, releasing your hand from South’s, taking a step towards the awaiting arms of Draken. You had hoped they wouldn’t be too angry if you kept just the one friend, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. But unlike the gentle hold that the giant of a delinquent had gripped your hand just seconds ago, you instead found one that refused to release you, South only tightening his grip more and more as you tried in vain to pull away. You whirled around to look back at him. “Minami, let go!”

“Tell them you’re coming with me.” You were going to be his. South never wanted to hurt you in any way, his little anjinho - the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. But if it took intimidating you a little for you to never leave his side, then it was the way things would be. “Tell them.”

“I have to - ow!” His clutch only grew stronger, and you cried out. “Minami, you’re hurting me!”

In that heartbeat, the tension snapped, a blur of black flying to smash straight into one thick tattooed arm lifted straight in time, a flash of blond your only warning to duck as another smudge of yellow and black quickly followed with a punch aimed straight for South’s head.

Releasing you to protect himself, you were instantly yanked out of the way by two pairs of arms, sending you crashing backwards into a strong chest, your unhurt hand instinctively lifting to cradle your quickly bruising wrist, yellow and green marks in the shape of a hand imprinted into your soft skin. “Does it hurt?” Pah mumbled, one careful finger brushing against the area only to hastily retreat when you winced in response. “You need to go to the doctor.”

But your attention was somewhere else, your gaze fixed on your three friends brawling unrestrained. Baji was fast, arm snapping out to hold you back as you attempted a break from Draken. “No, stop it! Don’t fight!”

“You need a doctor,” the black-haired boy tried to convince you, but you were lost to the fight, the sight of Kazutora and Mikey and South out with the intention to kill too much for you to bear.

“Stop!” You cried out. It was all your fault, this mess you dragged everyone into. “Stop it!”

But all that the two Toman founders could hear was the pounding of unbridled jealousy and anger. This lesser animal, this unforgotten bastard trash; he had the audacity to lay a finger on you. Death. All would be resolved in blood. This was a death sentence.

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A moment of distraction, and you slipped from Draken. 

The punches and kicks were coming, too fast, too strong to pull back at such a short notice as you came skidding between Mikey and South. Both fists slammed straight into you at full strength, wide eyes meeting yours for a single breath.

The world breathed. A loud bang, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as you disappeared from their view, and all they could hear was a painful wheeze followed by a thud. Your unmoving body kneeling over from where you had slammed against the crusted wall of an apartment block, falling face down onto the concrete. 

And then chaos, the wail of your name raising the hair on the back of their necks as Kazutora rushed over to you, followed by a stampede of the other Toman’s founders hurtling over to you. What had they done? No, it couldn’t be them - they would never hurt you. What had South done? 

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“You- you hit her,” Mikey swallowed, the rage behind those empty eyes that diminished for a moment instantly reigniting, burning stronger than ever. “You hit her.”

“It was you,” South retorted, a similar anger that lit his own pair meeting Mikey’s. “I would never.” But his words fell on deaf ears, and the temperature seemed to drop. A blink, and the behemoth of a delinquent had just barely enough time to catch the roundhouse kick blasted at his neck, though the impact was enough to push him back. 

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” A threat - no, a promise - whispered, the Tokyo Manji Gang’s president’s shadow seeming to grow with every repeat. 

“She’s still breathing,” Mitsuya let out a shaky breath, those few words somehow breaking through the cacophony of cries as Kazutora had to be wrestled away from shaking you any further, Baji already on the phone with what seemed like emergency services.

Draken turned his gaze to Mikey. "Snap out of it, Mikey! She's unconscious!" This wasn’t the time for a fight, especially not with the piercing screech of police sirens in the near distance. You needed all of them if you were going to pull through.

“Get her to the hospital,” came the order, the other not once turning his back on the visibly enraged South to spare you a glance as both lowered into fighting stances. “I’m finishing this.”

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130 Frases em Inglês Para fotos com Tradução

          Nesse artigo iremos mostrar frases em inglês para foto com tradução para o português, portanto fique até o final do post e saiba quais são elas.

Seja uma foto com amigos, sozinha, namorado ou família, é sempre muito complicado escolher qual legenda ficaria mais bonita, não é verdade? Portanto,com nossa lista de frases em inglês que fizemos para melhorar suas legendas nas redes sociais (WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, etc), suas fotos ficaram bem mais destacadas.

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130 frases em inglês para foto com tradução para turbinar suas legendas

Be love, be light, be you. (Seja amor, seja luz, seja você.)

I’ve got no self-control. (Eu não tenho auto-controle)

We are all made of stars. Shine! (Todos nós somos feitos de estrelas. Brilhe!)

Life’s too short to have regrets. (A vida é muito curta para arrependimentos)

What is coming is better than what is gone. (O que virá é melhor do que o que se foi)

Life is better at the beach. (A vida é melhor na praia.)

Always be thankful! (Sempre seja grato)

Don’t listen to what they say. Go see. (Não escute o que eles dizem. Vá ver por você mesmo.)

I love the little things you do. (Eu amo as pequenas coisas que você faz)

We all deserve something better. (Todos nós merecemos algo melhor.)

You can do a lot with a smile. Especially a better day. (Dá pra fazer muita coisa com um sorriso. Principalmente um dia melhor.)

It’s all good now. (Está tudo bem agora)

Don’t let little stupid things break your happiness. (Não deixe pequenas coisas estúpidas acabarem com sua felicidade)

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. (Não importa a duração do inverno, a primavera com certeza virá a seguir)

Do more with less. (Faça mais com menos).

My body, my rules. (Meu corpo, minhas regras)

You are capable of more than you think. (Você é capaz de mais do que pensa)

It takes more energy to be mean than to be kind. (É preciso mais energia para ser mal do que para ser gentil)

Your only limit is your mind. (Seu único limite é a sua mente)

Take more risks. (Arrisque-se mais)

A great future does not require a great past. (Um grande futuro não requer um grande passado.)

Be the kindness the world needs. (Seja a gentileza que o mundo precisa)

Focus on progress not perfection. (Foco no progresso, não na perfeição)

Mistakes are portals of discovery. (Os erros são portais para descobertas)

Feed your soul. (Alimente sua alma)

You don’t have to hurt someone to move on. (Você não precisa machucar ninguém para seguir em frente)

Nothing is worth more than laughter. (Nada vale mais que o riso)

Just smile. (Apenas sorria)

Don’t wait for inspiration. Be an inspiration. (Não espere por inspiração. Seja uma inspiração)

I am not lazy. I am on energy saving mode. (Eu não sou preguiçoso. Eu estou no modo de economia de energia)

If it doesn’t make you happy, let it go. (Se isso não te faz feliz, deixe ir)

Thank you God for blessing me much more than I deserve. (Obrigado Deus por me abençoar muito mais do que eu mereço.)

Live the life you’ve imagined. (Viva a vida que você imaginou)

Don’t forget your dream. (Não esqueça do seu sonho.)

What ever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy. (O que quer que você decida fazer, certifique-se de que te faça feliz)

Make each day a new horizon. (Faça de cada dia um novo horizonte.)

Enjoy today! (Aproveite o hoje!)

Be positive, patient and persistent! (Seja positivo, paciente e persistente!)

It’s a new day. (É um novo dia.)

Follow your dreams. (Siga seus sonhos)

If you don’t belong, don’t be long. (Se você não pertence, não fique muito tempo)

God is love. (Deus é amor)

Let it be. (Deixe ser)

I will be grateful for this day. (Serei grato por este dia)

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn´t take. (No final, só nos arrependemos das oportunidades que não aproveitamos)

Success is the best revenge. (Sucesso é a melhor vingança.)

Do more of what makes you happy. (Faça mais o que te faz feliz)

Life is beautiful. (A vida é bonita.)

Love your body. (Ame seu corpo.)

Forever hungry. (Sempre com fome)

Sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places. (Às vezes, escolhas erradas nos levam para os lugares certos.)

Forever young! (Eternamente jovem!)

Inspire someone today. (Inspire alguém hoje)

If not now, when? (Se não agora, quando?)

All you need is love. (Tudo que você precisa é amor)

I hope you feel the light in your soul. (Eu espero que você sinta a luz em sua alma.)

 You have the key. Why don’t you use it? (Você tem a chave. Por que você não usa?)

The strength that I need is already inside me. (A força que eu preciso já está dentro de mim.)

Always see the good side in all things. (Veja sempre o lado bom em todas as coisas.)

Joy is not in things, is in us. (A alegria não está nas coisas, está em nós.)

Courage, dear heart. (Coragem, querido coração.)

If you can’t be kind, be quiet. (Se você não pode ser gentil, fique quieto.)

Never forget to smile. (Nunca esqueça de sorrir.)

You’re my sunshine. (Você é meu raio de sol.)

Dream big. (Sonhe alto.)

Things take time. (As coisas levam tempo.)

It’s time to love. (É tempo de amar.)

Adventure is out there. (A aventura está lá fora.)

Home is wherever I’m with you. (Lar é qualquer lugar que eu esteja com você)

Your love was handmade for somebody like me. (Seu amor foi feito apara alguém como eu)

Never lose your faith. (Nunca perca sua fé.)

Long life, small world… (Vida longa, mundo pequeno.)

Your happiness is your responsibility. (A sua felicidade é sua responsabilidade)

May love be light and all evil be brief. (Que o amor seja leve e todo mal seja breve)

Who looks back, stumbles! (Quem olha para trás, tropeça!)

Do all things with love. (Faça tudo com amor.)

As long as there is a dream to follow, there will be reason to exist. (Enquanto houver um sonho para seguir, haverá motivo para existir.)

The best gift is you. (O melhor presente é você.)

Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud. (Tente ser um arco-íris na nuvem de alguém.)

Make love, not war. (Faça amor, não faça guerra.)

Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart. (O amor é a resposta, ao menos para a maioria das perguntas do meu coração.)

Just keep me where the light is. (Apenas me mantenha aonde a luz está.)

What I sought and didn’t find, I became. (O que eu procurava e não encontrei, eu me tornei.)

Show the world what you can do. (Mostre ao mundo o que você pode fazer)

I chose to be happy. (Escolhi ser feliz.)

Live the story you want to tell. (Viva a história que você quer contar.)

Don’t be afraid to dream! (Não tenha medo de sonhar!)

Be the person you want to have in your life. (Seja a pessoa que você quer ter em sua vida.)

Sometimes you win and sometimes you learn. (Às vezes você ganha e às vezes você aprende.)

Flowers need time to bloom. You too. (Flores precisam de tempo para florescer. Você também.)

No rain, no flowers. (Sem chuva, sem flores.)

Everybody grows at different rates. (Todo mundo cresce em diferentes modos.)

Life is a collection of moments. (A vida é uma coleção de momentos)

Everyday is a new fresh start. (Todo dia é um novo começo.)

Remember why you started. (Lembre-se do porquê você começou.)

Kindness changes everything. (Bondade muda tudo.)

Trust the timing of your life. (Confie no momento da sua vida.)

Life is tough, but so are you. (A vida é dura, mas você também é.)

The best is yet to come. (O melhor está por vir.)

Work hard. Stay humble. (Trabalhe duro, continue humilde.)

Never say never. (Nunca diga nunca)

To err is human, to forgive is divine. (Errar é humano, perdoar é divino.)

Faith is everything when you have nothing. (A fé é tudo, quando não se tem nada)

My dream came true because of you. (Meu sonho se realizou por causa de você.)

You don’t need anyone to make you happy. Happiness is for everyone. (Você não precisa de ninguém para te fazer feliz. A felicidade é para todos.)

It’s not the winning that counts, but how you play the game. (O importante é participar.)

Life is full of surprises. (A vida é cheia de surpresas.)

Never forget: Gratitude is the best attitude. (Nunca se esqueça: A gratidão é a melhor atitude.)

Life is like a fairy tale. Everything always ends well. If it doesn’t, it’s because it’s not yet the end. (A vida é como um conto de fadas. Tudo sempre acaba bem. Se não acabar, é porque ainda não é o fim.)

When you feel down, remember that nothing lasts forever. (Quando se sentir para baixo, lembre-se de que nada é para sempre.)

Love heals. (O amor cura.)

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. (O que não te mata, te deixa mais forte.)

I’m the best at what I do. (Eu sou o melhor no que faço.)

Hope springs eternal. (A esperança é a última que morre.

You can’t please everyone. (Não se consegue agradar a todos.)

I’m happy now. I’ll be happy forever. (Eu estou feliz agora. Vou ser feliz para sempre.)

Don’t give up on your first try. (Não desista na primeira tentativa.)

You’re destined for great things. (Você é um predestinado.)

Tomorrow is another day. (Amanhã é outro dia.)

Life goes on! (Vida que segue! Bola pra frente!)

Last night I had a dream. Now I see it here. (Na noite passada, tive um sonho. Agora, o vejo aqui.)

Patience is a virtue. (A paciência é uma virtude.)

Love is all I need. (O amor é tudo que eu preciso.)

The more you learn, the better you get. (Quanto mais se aprende, melhor se fica.)

When things seem impossible, don’t give up. Miracles happen. (Quando as coisas parecerem impossíveis, não desista. Milagres acontecem.)

Life is eternal if you really have faith. (A vida é eterna se você realmente tiver fé.)

Time is money. (Tempo é dinheiro.)

Hard work can make your dreams come true. (O trabalho duro pode realizar os seus sonhos.)

I’m serious about what I do. (Eu levo a sério o que eu faço.)

Winning is a matter of practice. (Vencer é uma questão de prática.)

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Hello👀

I'll leave a request and let you write if you like the idea

What about Wanda and R dating in high-school

But r is more the nerdy/athlete while wanda is the smart and popular girl and she's not ready to tell people about their couple and she thinks it would make her lose her friends because they don't really like y/n's group (like peter parler and all..)

So y/n get impatient cause she feels like wanda is ashamed of her.. You can choose what happened after this, it's up to you :3

Tell me what you think of the idea hahaha

A/n : this is my first Wanda fic so if there are any mistakes or i got something wrong feel free to remind me but hate is not accepted, this idea is so cute omggg, so i portrayed Wanda as Street smart and not much academic smart while a bit vice versa for the reader, i wanted a fluff ending so i did just that ❤️

Perfect ♡

Pairing : Wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Summary : request

ROSE 🌹

Warning : insecurity, little bit of angst if you squint, fluffy fluff and more fluff in the end 🤭

Note : i loved writing this so much 😭 i felt like i was in the moment, anyways what's important, i haven't set up the rules for requesting yet for this blog so to let y'all know i WON'T be taking character x male reader as i don't want to upset the dynamic and I'm a female so yeah, enjoy 😁

Word count : 1.4k kinda proof read

"word" - dialogue

Glossary : y/n - your name, y/n/n - your nickname

dragul meu - my love (in romanian), i searched and saw an article saying Wanda and pietro might have grown up speaking Serbian or romanian.

Your life was perfect, you had the most perfect friends, the most perfect best friend, the most perfect parents and most of all, the most perfect girlfriend.

Wanda maximoff, the school's popular girl first showed interest in me when our group was selected to present our school in the world science expedition, it was when we won the competition did everyone start noticing our group, when Wanda started noticing me, she made sure her approaches towards me were subtle enough to not to be noticed by others but clear enough for me, small notes in my locker, which i don't know how the hell she got the code too, but okay i guess? Mini gifts left on my desk with her initials on it, walking with me to our classes rather than her usual friends, talking to me in free periods, little things that made my heart flutter, and Peter never leaves one opportunity to tease me about it, i mean she's the most beautiful girl in the entire school, not only me but i think the whole school has a crush on her, but to be liked back by her is pretty much a big thing.

Wanda is friendly with practically everyone, she know everyone, even remember their names which i have no explanation on how Because i can barely remember someone's name they told me minutes ago, she was adored by everyone too, so basically a social butterfly but right now the main thing is, she likes me back and that's when i gathered any courage i had and asked her the question when we were in the cafeteria hallway walking towards our class "Wanda, do you like me?" She stumbled in her walk and i had to catch her to stop her from falling, her eyes wide as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing to form words but nothing came out, then she asked skeptically "do you?" Blood rushed to my cheeks, as I stared at the suddenly immensely interesting ground. After saying nothing for a few seconds i just nodded, ready to take off i turned but the next events changed my mind completely.

She pushed me against a door, that i don't know where it lead to, the only thing i can focus on is her lips on mine, her hands sneaking on my waist pulling me closer, i leaned back, giving her all the access she needed, my hands going up to her neck and in her hair, tangling my fingers with her long luscious red locks, she stopped looking down at me smirking and at this point i think i look like a tomato, "tomorrow at 7, I'll pick you up" and with a peck on my lips, she walked of like nothing happen while i stood there processing what the hell just happened. 

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It's been a few weeks after that kiss, but it only got frequent, her taking me out, giving me gifts but she wanted to keep it a secret, ofcourse Peter knows everything, even if i don't tell him, he'll just know, when i told him about the kiss his squeal was more surprising then Wanda kissing me. The 'keeping it secret' thing didn't bother me but I wanted to show her off, to let everyone know she's mine and I'm hers, more probably because of those pesky boys who kept trying to woo her but she just turned them all down, which I couldn't be more happy about.

I returned her efforts with my own, always doting on her , bringing her flowers, especially a rose because it reminded me of her, only a single rose for every time we met. Aside from that, nobody in her friend circle ,or in mine except peter. knows about us, i have visited her house many times before, why? I was her tutor, but now "tutoring" was the last thing i did when we were in her room, though i still made her study even if she didn't want too because I didn't want her failing classes and she was already struggling with most of it, i sat beside her, observing her completing her calculus homework, she groaned throwing her head back, crying ont dramatically she leaned her head against my neck, i rolled my eyes at her antics, trying to push her off but i was unsuccessful as she threw away her notebook and supplies and attacked my lips and neck with kisses making me forget why i was here as well, after that calculus was the last thing on our mind.

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By far we've been dating for almost 6 months, mid terms were on head, mostly me, Peter, mj and ned spent our time in the Library discussing what update we have over the syllabus, while Wanda was out with her friends, doing whatever she does at this time, lately though she seemed distant, whenever i would approach after school or in the break, she acts she doesn't know me at all, but the moment Everyone is out she's as gushy as before, that baffled me i mean i knew she wanted to keep our relationship secret but now after so many encounters i couldn't help but think she was ashamed of me in some ways…i wouldn't blame her though, I'm just a girl who no one knows about other than the girl who's friends with Peter while Wanda is…. Wanda! There's no comparison between after all, this was eating me inside out, nagging me at the back of my mind 24/7.

I laid curled up in wanda's arms, she stroked my back lazily, any other day i would be blushing like crazy but now my mind was elsewhere, i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't even notice her stop and pull back, only coming out of my trance when she spoke " y/n/n, are you alright, sweetheart?" I blinked several times looking at her, then blurred out without thinking " Wanda, are you ashamed of me?" Now it was her turn to stare wide eyed at me. " Love, what are you saying? Why would I be ashamed of you?" I just shook my head looking at the mattress, picking at the bedsheet as tears pricked my eyes, "y/n, talk to me, is this because i said i wanted to keep us private?" Her voice was soft, I looked up at her and said "No, no…you know? You seem so distant when i come up to you when you're with your friends, like you don't even know me, i know you want to keep it private and i do respect that, i really do but sometimes i couldn't help but feel like you're ashamed of me" i hung my head down, not being able to keep eye contact, too embarrassed to even look up.

She didn't say anything, hooking a finger under my chin, she tilted my face up to meet hers, a tear rolled down my cheek, tilting her face to the side she kissed me softly and pulled me in her arms, pulling back from the kiss she nuzzled her face next to mind and said "you will never shame me, dragul meu, and i did not mean to hurt you, you know how my friends get towards your group, i want to keep it down because i don't want to lose them or you" i sighed burying my head in her neck i said "I'm sorry, i was being stupid, i should have known you would never do that" she shook her head, pulling me even closer if possible "no, darling, you have every right to feel that and I'm glad you decided tell me, believe me i love you too much to even think of that" she chuckled and i smiled in her embrace, all those wrecked thoughts evaporating in seconds, my heart bouncing and once again my face was red.

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That evening she made sure you knew how much she loved you, even deciding that she would not be as subtle as she is now, still keeping it to themselves but she decided there was no harm in showing her lovely girlfriend off either, cuddling together her arms wrapped around yours, legs tangled together with your head on her chest, you smiled with you eyes closed, this was the best feeling you could ever imagine and didn't mind if this would become your forever.

The next day she didn't hesitate to kiss you on your cheek, still a bit hesitant but a big step from before and Wanda couldn't deny, she liked this too, her friends were taken aback but she didn't care, if you were happy she was happy too and that's all that mattered to her.

A/n : this is my first ever fic related to Marvel, i am a big fan and know much about it but if you see any mistake just let me know❤️ i hope you like it and idk if i did justice to the request 😭🌹

© god-of-mischiefs 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

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Headlines - Neymar Imagines

Summary: "Why do they say that about me, Y/N? It's not like I'm fouling myself on purpose." Neymar feels attacked by what social media says about his game. Neymar's POV: Post after post, everyone was joking and calling my injuries "acting". This was driving me crazy. I don't want this to be my reputation, because it wasn't true. We went to bed with Y/N together and she fell asleep pretty quick, as always. I kept tossing and turning on the bed, so i decided to go out on the balcony and sit for a while, I don't want to wake her up with my movements. At first, this didn't bother me, but now that i'm a key player for Brazil in the Qatar World Cup 2022, this idea grew bigger. Even my most serious injuries are made fun of. It takes a few missed games for the people to realize I was actually hurt. I try not to share this feeling with anyone especially my girlfriend who's always worried about me getting sad because of these stupid rumors. The sun was starting to rise. I couldn't stop scrolling. After a few minutes, a felt a small hand massaging my shoulder. It was Y/N who woke up and cuddled up next to me. "Ney? Why are you awake, mey anjo?" she says softly, still half-awake. "I had a bad dream. I couldn't sleep after that. Why are you here, bebê? Why did you wake up? It's still early." I say to her, kissing her forehead. She laid her head on my chest and placed one hand on my cheek, I kissed her hand repeatedly. She loves it when I do that. We stayed in silence for a couple minutes before Y/N spoke up. "Amor, I can tell when you're lying." she looked up at me, her forehead touching my chin." You know you can always take to me, right?" "I know, amor. It's just that I don't want to bother you with any stupid thoughts that I might have going on in my head." I responded, looking down at her. "Bebê, anything that bothers you will also bother me. It's much more difficult for me if you don't open up to me about it." she says back to me. "I know, amor. I'm just irritated and kind of sad about everything that's being said about my injuries, you know?" I confess to her. I don't dare to look her in the eyes, I looked up at the sky. She shifted in her place, removed her head from my chest and looked at me. I'm still not making eye contact. "Ney, can you look at me, bebê?" she begs, cupping my cheeks. I hold her hands on my cheeks and lean in on her touch further and close my eyes. "Neymar?" I finally look up at her. "Amor, you're a threat to those players, because you're better than them. They want to "accidentally" foul you to get rid of you. This should only make you feel better about yourself. Look at all these amazing players, your friend Lionel. He also gets fouled in the most serious ways because he's good. And the people who say those stuff about you online are the fans of those players who injure you. It's just their opinion, amor. This doesn't define you. It will only define you if you start believing it too." she speaks softly to me, her voice always manages to calm me down. Her words were so spot on, I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. She wipes it quickly with her thumb, her hands still cupping my cheeks. "I know, Y/N. It's just that sometimes it gets too much, you know?" I say her, still sounding unconvinced about her words. "That's why I'm here, amor. I'm supposed to help go through hard times like these. I'm supposed to remind you that you're nothing they say about you.So, please don't hide anything from me." she says softly, and reaches to kiss my lips. "God, I love you so much, meu amor." I say to her. I don't think she realizes how much of an impact she has on me. I adore her. "I love you too, meu amor. So, please don't focus on these stupid things. You are amazing, Neymar Jr." she says to me and smiles softly, causing me to smile too. " Now, let's go back to bed. You have the day off, and I will call in sick so we can lay on bed all day today. How does that sound, Ney?" she asks me. "That sounds perfect, meu anjo."

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