#richarlison andrade

[hypnotiiize]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

     𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: i wrote this mad long ago and left it. went back to read it and i was like THIS IS SOOOO CUTE so i’m gonna post it cause richarlison needs more fics. she’s Black! 

     There was a special kind of aloneness that accompanied learning a language in a land that was, in the same way, exceptionally foreign. 

Though, Richarlison supposed that he was truthfully the foreign one. There were jokes he wanted to make. Songs he wanted to reference. Food he wanted to share with someone who knew his old life just as well as he did. Instead, he was alone. Everyone around him spoke very quickly to each other, laughing as another apparent joke was made while he struggled to decipher what they were even talking about, to begin with. When they were forced to address him they would speak slowly. He would simply nod after their third time explaining something to him, finding that they were growing annoyed with him. When they would walk off he would be left to sift through the conversation he’d just had to figure out what was being asked of him. 

He was well aware that the people around him did not know how quick-witted he was in his native language. They only knew him as their new teammate who took a minute to think before speaking, carefully deliberating over his every word. Those that lacked patience would not address him some days. He understood them. Still, he grew quieter as the days passed, not wanting to speak until he had mastered the language. Until he could make jokes quickly. Laugh quickly. Think quickly.

His plan had worked for almost four weeks. He felt his chest swell in pride when his teammate invited him to a party and it only took him a few seconds to understand him. He nodded graciously. Later, as he dressed for the party, he would wonder if his nod had been from his excitement, or because he actually wanted to go to a party. Either way, he was happy. 

He found himself underneath fluorescent lights as strangers danced around him. He listened closely to their conversations, trying to learn a few more words as he nursed a drink in his hand. It was there that he heard her voice for the first time. She was speaking quickly, too, so quickly that he found himself scanning the crowd before him to find her. She was a few feet in front of him with a wide grin, shouting over the music at who he presumed was her friend. Her hair curled around her face, making it difficult to see her. He found himself leaning forward and squinting, his heart speeding up. She turned her face toward his direction and when he finally saw her, really saw her, he felt as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him. 

If he was home, he would waste no time going up to her and getting her number. But he wasn’t home. And she was speaking too quickly. And he could not keep up with her. So, feeling as if his heart was in his stomach, he sat back and gnawed on his bottom lip, watching her move around the club. He watched as men who actually spoke her language squandered their chances with her and only felt worse.

He was so caught up in her smiles that he did not realize it when his teammate sat down beside him. His teammate spoke to him in Portuguese, as he often opted to do whenever it was just the two of them together. He asked, first, why he was staring at the girl across the room. Then, when Richarlison said it was because he thought she was beautiful, his teammate nudged him with his elbow and told him to speak to her. Richarlison scoffed, shaking his head. He could not speak English that well, he said, and then pointed out the fact that he’d watched her reject about four different people in the last hour. His teammate laughed– the last hour? Had he really been watching her that long? Then, someone called for his teammate in that same fast-paced language he could not understand just yet. Before his teammate left he nudged him once more and encouraged him to speak to her. Richarlison just shook his head.

He had just gotten himself to stop searching for her in the crowd when he felt someone sit beside him on the velvet couch. He lowered his gaze and studied the way his drink swirled in the glass. 

“Hi,” came a familiarly high voice, the same one he had been focusing on for the majority of his time at the party. He all but snapped his neck in half to turn to the woman beside him. She smiled at him, tilting her head when he did not respond. 

“Hello,” he finally willed himself to say when she didn’t leave after his stunned silence, clearing his throat when his voice cracked slightly. 

She smiled wider. He could hear his heartbeat, and for a moment he wondered if she could, too. 

“You have an accent,” she said, only looking delighted at the revelation rather than annoyed. “Where are you from?” 

“Uh. Brazil,” he said.

She gasped, and he found that he loved the smile on her face. He wasn’t sure what he was doing that made her grin in that way, but he was hoping he could keep it up. 

“Oh! That’s so cool! How long have you been over here?”

He blinked at her as he fought to quickly understand her question– at least, he was sure it was a question from her tone. She placed her elbow on the back of the couch and crossed her legs, sitting comfortably beside him as if they were friends. 

“Some months,” he finally answered. “My English isn’t so good yet.” 

“I think it’s great,” she complimented. He felt his face go hot as he smiled, and he was sure that she could see the pink along his cheeks, too.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. 

She grinned. “You’re welcome. And I’m sorry if I’m all in your space right now, my shoes were hurting me. Had to sit down.”

He shook his head at once, gesturing with his hands for her to sit as he pondered what his response would be. “No, no. It’s okay. You’re fine.”

“You promise?” The corner of her mouth turned upward in a smirk. 

He laughed, his cheeks burning a bit more. “Promise.”

There was a stretch of silence in which he tried his best not to stare at her, though that was proving itself to be increasingly difficult. Her legs, crossed at her ankles, were two inches from his. If he moved a certain way– maybe even if he breathed too hard– his knee threatened to brush against hers. She was on her phone, completely unaware of the trance she’d put him in. She flipped her curls over her shoulder and typed something to someone quickly, mouthing along to the music playing. Against his better judgment, he stared at the shape of her lips. One of her tight curls lay on her lip and he thought, briefly, about telling her of the hair. He quickly nixed that idea upon realizing that he would not be able to explain why he was staring at her lips so hard. 

“You okay?” He heard her say. When he blinked himself out of his stupor, she was staring at him questioningly. 

“Yes. Thank you,” he replied, nodding curtly before turning forward. If he could separate his soul from his body to curse himself out he would. 

“Were you daydreaming?” she asked. 

“No,” he answered rather quickly, because daydreaming while staring at someone seemed a little bit too intimate for a person he’d just met. “I was…” Well, what was he doing? He glanced at her again, brown eyes flying to her curls, his saving grace.  “It’s– Your hair. It’s very nice.” Technically it was true, he had been looking at her hair. 

“Oh!” She seemed shocked by this. He could not, for the life of him, figure out why. “Thank you so much! I thought it wasn’t giving, but I’m glad someone likes it.” 

He had no clue what she was on about but he was just happy that he seemed to have made her feel better about her hair. “It’s very curly. It’s beautiful.” 

She went quiet, opting to look at him for ten extremely long seconds. He panicked internally, going over their conversation to see if he’d mistranslated anything and therefore said something awkward. Just when he reached himself telling her that his English wasn’t so good, she leaned forward and asked, “What’s your name?” 

He understood her almost instantly. “I’m Richarlison,” he said quickly.

She smiled, offering her name easily and adding, “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you, too.” He bit his bottom lip gently, brown eyes falling to her mouth once more. He had to say something before she grew bored with him, he knew. He had to utilize his scarce time with her on that couch before her friends began to wonder where she was or before someone else came to potentially ask her on a date. He sucked in a breath as he wracked his brain for something to say. However, when he did eventually speak, he did not have time to process what he uttering.

“You’re very pretty,” he’d said in one breath, his eyes widening the next moment. For some reason, she didn’t look as taken aback as he had expected her to. Instead, she was smiling. She always seemed to be smiling.

“You’re very handsome,” she simply replied. His cheeks went hot again. 

He decided that he would not say anymore. He didn’t want to come off too strong and scare her off. He didn’t want to mar the great exchange they’d had so far. He was content with only having that one conversation with the woman beside him, as long as it meant that she would only ever think of him in a positive light in the same way that he would think of her. When she thought of him, he only wanted her to think of the fact that he thought she was very pretty. When he thought of her, he would only remember the fact that she thought he was very handsome. All would be well. No hope would be lost. 

“Take my number,” she said suddenly, seemingly hearing his thoughts and disagreeing with his tactic. She held her hand out expectantly, and his brain could barely catch up to his flying hands as he fumbled to grab his phone from his back pocket. She very obviously liked talking to him. Therefore, exchanging numbers would not hurt– he hoped. Their fingers brushed as he handed his phone to her, watching as her long nails clicked against the glass of his screen protector. “Here. I’m just gonna put my name. Should I add an emoji in case you got another me in here?”

He shook his head hastily, not wanting anything to jeopardize what seemed to be great luck. “I don’t.”

“I’ll add an emoji anyway so you know it’s me, just in case. Look.” She leaned into his shoulder so that he could see his phone screen. His shoulder felt alight with the warmth of her. Her sweet-smelling hair filled the air around him and he tried his best not to make it obvious that he was reveling in the scent of her. “I’ll add a honeypot.” 

“Honey,” he mumbled and a chill went down his spine. She turned to him and nodded enthusiastically, way too close to his face when all he wanted to do was kiss her and buy her a bouquet of whichever flowers she liked. He knew that his cheeks were going red again. He asked, “Why a honeypot?” 

“Well. Why not?” was her response. 

When he felt the burning heat on his neck from blushing so hard, he turned away from her with a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Why not?” he repeated after her.

[peachyyaqua]

Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven

Please let me bring my man

[nymrs]

could you write a smut about one night stand or fwb with richarlison?

#1. IMPATIENT | Richarlison

Summary: friends with benefits

Genre: smut

Pairings: Richarlison x female reader

"Thank you so much for coming with me Rich", you tried to hide your downcast expression with a gratifying smile. Richarlison gnawed on his bottom lip as he deeply looked into your eyes, it was like he could see right through you. "No problem, boo. It would be depressing being the only single here", he scrunched his face up, softly poking your nose tip with his index finger.

Your best friend just got married. The whole squad was taken or even engaged, so you felt a little embarrassed attending the wedding alone. Luckily, Richarlison, who you’ve ironically met on another friends wedding, offered to go with you to make it a bit less awkward for you.

Being on that wedding, the pair of you couldn’t help but remember the first time you’ve met. The way you’ve had eye contact all evening, until he finally asked you for a dance. A dance that was such a catastrophe due to the amount of alcohol you two drank that night. Still, you had a good time foolishly moving around, getting lost in each others eyes every now and then. Though you weren’t the person for a simple hookup, you couldn’t resist his charm and ended up in his bed this night. What you thought would be your first - and last - one night stand, turned out to be a friendship of three years now. Admittedly, you’ve repeated that 'one night stand' one too many times, making him the only man you had such an intimidate relationship with since the two of you met.

Some drinks later, you couldn’t wait to get home as Richarlison kept on sliding his large hands up and down your thighs under the table. His simple touch sent goosebumps all over your body. "Would it be appropriate for us to leave now?", he whispered into your ear, making you tilt your head at the tingling sensation of his breath on your neck. "Yes", you decided and quickly stood up from your seat. Grabbing his hand, you dragged him to the just married couple, congratulating them once more. "Tomorrow's going to be such an exhausting day, I really do need some rest", you explained yourself after telling them you and Richarlison are already leaving. Your best friends eyes wandered back and forth between the two of you, knowing exactly what was going on. "I know, it’s alright. Don’t go too hard on yourself, yeah?", she tried to hide her smirk. You hugged her goodbye and rushed out of the hall, jumping into the car and getting home the fastest you could.

Unlocking his entrance door, Richarlison couldn’t stop but chuckle at your needy behaviour, while you impatiently waited for him to finally get you inside. "Fucking get in there already", you mumbled in a low tone, still loud enough for him to hear. "Into the house or into you?", he raised one eyebrow looking down at you, a cheeky smile forming in his face. You returned his gaze, then slightly pushed him forward when you heard the door clicking open. Not even giving him the time to get off his shoes and jacket, you smashed your lips onto his. As you quietly moaned against each others lips, you pulled of his jacket and tossed it on the floor while his hands found their way down your body, kneading your butt and giving it some squeezes. Wrapping one leg around his waist in order to pull him closer, you were able to feel his huge bulge. "So hard… already", you muttered, making Richarlison distancing himself from your lips. "Are you trying to tell me that you’re not that wet?", he menacingly asked. His hand lightly stroke over your sweet spot through the fabrics, before he pulled your panties aside and thrusted two of his fingers inside without a warning, causing you to moan out loudly. "Fuck you’re dripping wet. No wonder you couldn’t even wait for us to get into the bedroom", he stammered out as you threw your head back in pleasure. He enjoyed the view of you melting into his hands, hearing you moan out his name as his long fingers curled inside of you. You let out a whimper of desperation when he took his fingers out, only to see him changing positions and now pushing you against the wall. He lifted up your dress, revealing your ass and throbbing pussy to him as you bent over just a little. You felt his length teasing your entrance, slowly sliding up and down, before he pushed his shaft inside. Your moans got louder as he went deeper with every thrust. "You’re so tight Y/N, God", he managed to say through gritted teeth the moment he started pulling on your hair. The hall was filled with echoes of your moans mixed with chants of his name and the noise of his balls clapping against you. "Faster, faster", you cried out as your legs trembled in pleasure. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, making you let out just muffled noises as you gasped for air. "Fuck, you love my dick don’t you? No one fucks you the way I do huh?" His voice kept on getting deeper, meaning his high was just about to build up. "Tell me, who fucks you the best?", he demanded, you shortly flinched when he slapped your butt cheek, leaving a red mark. "You Rich, only you", you responded in between the groans. You cried out his name a few times ago, and that was when you finally felt him twitch inside of you. He quickly pulled out of you and pushed you onto your knees as he kept on stroking on his cock. You licked on his tip, bobbing your head back and forth in a slow pace as you took him fully in. Richarlisons eyes rolled back, whimpering at the sensation he felt. You continued to gag on his dick when you suddenly felt shots of his warm juice going down your throat. He held the back of your head, forcing you to take in his entire length as his legs got weak and he couldn’t help but moan out your name. When he was finished, you licked his dick clean, earning some light pats on your cheek. "You’re such a good girl for me."

[dommiefinch]

Spurs 🔗 WWE

[lory-stuff]

[mchlgayser]

Hi. Can you do being pregnet with Richarlison?

MY LOVES!

starring: richarlison x female!reader

warning: mention of nausea but nothing too expressive

author's note: hi anon, I especially wanna thank you for the request! I try my best and hope you'll like it and according to what you like most!! Anything that's not up to your liking please inform me immediately I will try my best to correct it <3 messy writings ahead!! but anw hope you and the readers enjoy it!! xx & not proofread

song suggestion: marry you by bruno mars

The wrenching sensation on your belly almost makes you jump from your seat, you run to the toilet and vomit on the toilet bowl, it was truly a disgusting sense with a few strands of your hair getting in there. You stay on the floor with mouth-stained and labored breathing. Your stomach feels ill and weird. One of your co-workers was there eyeing you, asking if you are alright. It was the mid-30s-year-old woman that work from the other departure. She was putting on some lipstick when you busted through the door

She helped you get up and you rinsed your mouth with water. You hate puking, you hate the odd sensation on your throat after you vomits. You quickly thanked her and left to your cabin room once again. You are getting work done and typing away on the computer. You don't know how many hours has passed but it was starting to get dark inside, the horizon is painted with an orangey-yellowish hue, the sun is just about to set.

You wrapped up your work, and get your stuff leaving the room with your jacket on your forearm.

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Waiting in the lobby for nearly thirty minutes, with two coffees on the table with two slices of bread, your patience has started to grow thin, your husband whom supposedly picked you up thirty minutes ago had just stood you up.

Your ringtone rings and you picked it up with an exasperated sigh, the caller id show your husband's name on it 'Hey linda, I'm outside now!' You grumbled under your breath, not even reply to him and just hung up.

You see his car park on the entrance of the lobby and get inside 'Hey Linda!' He went to hug you to which you clasp back

'How's your practice?' You strike up a chatter, and he shrugs 'Good I guess?' You hums averting to the window and watch how many houses you passed by 'Lindo wanna go somewhere else first? Like a place to--'

'Nah let's just go home.' You gave him one tiny smile 'I know you are tired, I can just cook something..' You mentioned, palm on his hand

You slumped your head against the window admiring the night-horizon city, when out of nowhere a thunder rumbles, you stare at the night sky above, the blue hue painted with gold-ish-white strikes. The rain began pit-pattering against the car window as your eyes began closing bit by bit.

You woke up by a sizzling smell of of meat, it was one of a kind of aromatic scent that cured your tiredness. You jolted from bed, realizing now yourself is fully dressed in your pajama attire. You run downstairs seeing your husband on the kitchen sizzling steaks. The juicy meat was topped with smashed garlic and rosemary. It's looking mouth-watering.

He was wearing an apron on and you smile, giggling at the thought how cute and considerate of him to cook and take care of you.

You tiptoed behind him, placing your arms around him and caging him in you, chest against his broad back, he swiftly turn his head and flush to see you, sparkly eyes like a puppy

'It smells so good--' You take another strong sniff on those steak but a strong sensation building up again at the pit of your stomach, dashing to the bathroom and starts puking.

You groaned getting so angry at yourself for ruining such a lovely moment, Richarlison came up behind you caressing your back in a circling gesture 'Are you okay Linda?' You hum, wiping off the stained from the corner of your mouth and went to wash your hand on the sink 'I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening with me? The smell... It makes me nauseous...' Richarlison brought you to the couch and sit beside you 'Do you not want to eat the steak? You want something else?' You shake your head at him, your eyes becoming moist with tears and you suddenly cries

He engulfed you in his arms, peppering kisses on your head 'It's okay, don't cry!' He try to assure you but that only makes you cry even harder 'It must look like I don't want to eat your food right? I want bananas!' You wailed and held onto his shirt, he was stunned for a moment before he blasted into a lousy laughter

You look up at him, offended 'What?!' He was having a hard time containing his laugh, he take your hand bringing you back to the kitchen, and again he sat you down on the island stool and open the fridge bringing you some bananas

'I'm do glad we had this at home' He chortle, you took the bananas grabbing the peanut butter and smother some on it and eat it

He watches in amusement seeing you eat in a such weird combinations as if you are.... Richarlison stepped back accidently clashing on the stool and it fell 'You startled me!' He has a wide grin on his face 'Wait!' He ran upstairs with you watching him in pure confusion

Richarlison came with something in his hand, you choke on the banana with cheese as you saw him holding a pregnancy test box, 'What the fuck?! When did you ever had this?'

'My mom gave it to me.' He shrugs, bringing your body up and ushered you to the bathroom 'Now go! Good luck!' Rolling your eyes at his words, you take the test away from him and did as he asked.

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It's been more than five minutes but you haven't got out yet, he found himself began to knocking on the door, his hand bawling as he aggressively knocks on the door 'Wait!' You croaks, hands shaky as you twisted the doorknob and gave him the test

It was positive, and Richarlison being Richarlison he could't help but to bursted into a happy screams, his face is red with tears in his eyes 'Meu deus! You are preggo!!!' He twirls you around, your smile is widening each seconds being so happy that this sickness of yours turns out to be not so bad as you expected.

The rest of the night was him on the phone all day, telling his folks, parents, family and relatives. He's just being his usual self, the best man of your life.

[luashinazugawa]

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My Brazilian Girl

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─̸─̟Warnings: None, just a beautiful romance💗

─̸─̟┈┄ Wow!😱 I'm so glad I wrote this, I wasn't planning on doing anything considerably big, so there will be a part 2! probably roll SMUT in the next chapter. Enjoy and I'm reading all the ideas you sent me and planning your plots, this will probably end up becoming a series.💗

Sorry if I hear mistakes, I'm not fluent but I did my best! 🇧🇷

Explaining some things you can read: Paraná is a Brazilian state, located in the south.

Bora!, it's a slang used throughout Brazil, which basically means let's go!

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It had been 2 months since you got your British citizenship, you had been in London for 2 years and arrived in the city decided to have a life outside Brazil, after all you got an exchange program to finish college in London, and you already saw yourself in an internship at a small local team in the city that was financed and supported by a few companies. As soon as your college and internship ended, you found yourself looking for a permanent job, lucky for you the coach of the football team had a contact at Tottenham, who was one of the great supporters of the team. You found yourself so grateful for that kind man, and the team of young people with a bright future ahead, all of whom would stay in your heart.

You knew that it would be difficult to get that job at Tottenham as a physiotherapist, after all you only had experience with the team of young athletes supported by them, and they would probably have more qualified people in front of you, who probably already worked in other clubs. You felt like running away from your interview that day, but luckily for you everything worked out, as the coach of the team where you trained was a good friend of your new boss in physiotherapy, whose name was George.

After that day you went through a few more conversations with some of the club's staff, to sign all the legal paperwork, and terms of employment; What has been 3 days since your interview, but lucky for you you would only work the other week, and today was already that day. You were so excited and nervous, you had little knowledge of the Tottenham players but you knew Son, Harry Cane, Emerson and Richarlison.

As soon as you arrived at your work environment, you found yourself organizing your own room to get ready for the athletes you were going to attend, and after that you changed your clothes for the uniform left to you by Tottenham in your room. Your living room was cool so you wore a black tank top and team shorts, you didn't know if you wore the full outfit so you just got the shorts and your white lab coat instead of the jacket.

You found yourself looking in the mirror for a few seconds, and then you smiled when you saw the Tottenham crest on your shorts. "I really don't know if I should wear this lab coat… what if it's too formal?" - I was soon taken out of my little conversation by the door being opened, as soon as I turned around I was face to face with 2 athletes, these being Son and Richarlison, God help me not to panic! Son had one hand around Richarlison and his arm around her neck.

"We are so sorry Doctor..." - "y/n please, what happened?" - I said worried going to them and helping Son to sit Richarlison in my chair, as soon as I sat down he touched his thigh hissing in pain.

“We were at the gym talking after training and God, we were sitting on the floor and Ivan was going to put the gym weight in the right place, but he accidentally fell and landed on Rich thigh" - He said running a hand through his hair, he was worried about Your Friend.

"We haven't found anyone else from the physical therapy team, could you take a look at him?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look." - I nodded and knelt beside Richarlison, before touching him I looked at him "I'm going to lift your shorts a little ok? And let me know if anything hurts" - He nodded and I gently pulled her shorts up As far as I could, the area was starting to swell and turn red.

With subtle touches I felt the area with both hands, and as soon as I touched it lightly he hissed in pain "Sorry...I'll finish now, Son, can you tell me how heavy the object was?" - I get up going to the drawers and taking out a refreshing spray that would relieve the local pain, and then going to the small fridge that had ice packs.

"I think it was a 4kg...it wouldn't break a bone like that right?" - The Korean said leaving close and giving me space to kneel again beside Richarlison, and so I passed the spray.

"It doesn't hurt a lot anymore when you fall, which leaves the place swollen and painful, it's like hitting your thigh accidentally... hold the ice pack now, okay? It will help to deflate.." - I held his front and he took a while to take more accepted putting on his leg.

"I'm relieved that it's nothing serious, I'll let our colleagues know, our training starts soon, but I'll pack up his everything and take him to his apartment" - he smiled at me and then touched his friend's shoulder who stared at him. "I'll be right back, okay?" - Son said slowly to Richarlison who nodded in agreement and soon left the room.

And so I took a sheet and started making a situation report. "Doctor I...play?" - Richarlison said and I looked again, I didn't understand what he said because I was distracted "Can you repeat that?" - then he did a kick with the other leg. "Play...sabe (You know?)" - He said staring at me, and I then realized, of course, Son said slowly because Richarlison wasn't so fluent in English yet.

I let out a small laugh at my mistake, and he stared at me blankly. "Oh desculpe Richarlison, não sabia que você não era tão fluente em inglês (Oh sorry Richarlison didn't know his English wasn't fully fluent)" .

He then stared at me surprised by the sudden Portuguese "Você fala português, que impressionante, você é Brasileira(You speak Portuguese, how impressive, are you Brazilian girl?)" - Richarlison let out a relieved smile.

"Sim sou Brasileira mais vivo em Londres a 2 anos, sou do Paraná, nascida em Curitiba (Yes I'm Brazilian girl but I've been in London for 2 years, I'm from Paraná, born in Curitiba)" "Que incrível... bem vinda ao Tottenham (How amazing..welcome to Tottenham Doctor)" - He extended his hand and I approached him squeezing, both with a smile on your face.

"Me chame de Lua por favor, como esta sua dor? (Call me y/n please, how is your pain? )" - I said softly touching her wrist to withdraw her hand and then ran my fingers gently over the area.

"Suportável agora.. (Bearable now..)" - He said and then we stared at each other for a few seconds "Isso é bom.. (That's good..)" - I quickly broke the look embarrassed, but kept my composure.

"Quero que venha aqui todo dia pois presciso avalia-lo ate o inchaço sumir e faremos exercícios para ajudar na recuperação, lamento dizer mais nada de treino por 3 dias e nesse período não faça muita força ou exercícios. (I want you to come here every day because I need to evaluate you until the swelling is gone and we will do exercises to help with the recovery, I'm sorry to say no more training for 3 days and in that period don't do too much strength or exercises)".

"Esta bem y/n (It's ok y/n)" - He said my name with so much good that I could swear his smile had ulterior motives.

"Bem.. prescisa de muletas por hoje certo, não quero nenhum peso sobre sua perna (Well..need crutches for today alright, don't want any weight on your leg today)" - I walked over to the corner cupboard where there were two pairs of crutches, I picked them up going to him.

"Vamos achar Son, esta de folga Richarlison (Let's find Son, he's off today Richarlison)" - He agreed and then got up with the support of his hand on the chair and then stood on one leg, when he got up he was so close to me that his chest his collided with my breasts. We both stared at each other again and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, God this room was cool but why is it so hot right now.

His gaze was so serious but at the same time so calm about me. "B-bem deixe-me..ajudar (W-well let me..help)" I said and pulled away a bit putting the crutches under each of his arms.

"Sim... e obrigada y/n (Yes..thank you y/n)" - he said softly "É..so meu trabalho (It's..just my job)" - Said silly and soon the door was opened, we both looked and saw that it was Son.

"I took his things Doctor, bora? (Let's go?)" Son said with a smile to his friend and I couldn't help but laugh hearing him say bora.

"Bora! Bye y/n vejo você amanhã (Let's go! Bye y/n see you tomorrow)" - Richarlison said with a smile to me and I waved to both boys saying goodbye.

As soon as they left I fell to my knees on the floor with my face in my hands.

"Oh God... what a hot man... "

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[kylianmbappee]

[richarlis]

that time richarlison dedicated his goal to his great-grandmother but forgot her name 😁 (copa america finals interview after brazil's win, 2019)

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[hypnotiiize]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

   𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: i got this idea at the literal last minute so i wrote this in a day which is literally unprecedented for me so YOU RLLY JUST GOTTA DEAL W ME IM SAWRY 

     He’d been standing in the aisle for fifteen full minutes before he finally huffed and widened his arms, sweeping up as many gifts as he could manage. 

He peered over the mountain of presents with one keen eye, struggling his way over to the cashier. The seventeen-year-old there just blinked at him warily, too tired from figuring out Calculus to be amused by him. He bent at his waist, his lips pressed into a line as he carefully laid everything on the black conveyer belt. 

The seventeen-year-old’s eyes darted from the man to everything he’d laid out, her lips a little turned up as she asked dryly, “Is that all?” 

Richarlison hadn’t heard the bite in her tone, too busy questioning if he’d gotten enough to make the woman on his mind happy. “Yes!” 

“Great.” She grabbed a heart-shaped box and pushed it past the scanner.

Richarlison only processed her words just as she’d scanned the very first teddy bear. “Do you think it’s enough?” he asked unsurely, positive that the teenage girl would know more about love and gift-giving than him. 

The girl, Kayla by the looks of her nametag, scoffed in return.

Richarlison’s eyes widened as he assumed the worst. A scoff could mean nothing good. “No?” 

“I mean,” the girl backtracked at the dread in his voice. She shrugged. “It depends on how many girlfriends you have. If you have about six, you should be fine,” she quipped, shaking her head at the Ain’t Shit nature of even the most handsome, tall, and brooding of men. 

Richarlison shook his head cluelessly. “But… I don’t have a girlfriend.” Did he have to have a girlfriend? 

Kayla’s hands paused on a stuffed turtle. “You don’t? Then why are you getting all this stuff? Not that it’s my business, I’m just really nosy,” she added sincerely, glancing to him as she scanned the special edition Twizzlers. 

He had to fight to catch his breath at the thought of his valentine. “It’s for my,” he paused for five long seconds, contemplating his relationship (or lack thereof) with the woman of his dreams. The balls of his cheeks were pink when he finally said, “Friend.”

“Yeah, it’s for your… friend,” replied the seventeen-year-old, making a show of hesitating just as long as he did. His bashful gaze fell on a stuffed elephant as he nodded. “Well, if it’s just for one friend, this is more than enough. It might even classify as wealth hoarding if you get anything more.”

Whatever that meant. 

“I’m not sure what she would like,” he confessed in a murmur, gnawing on his lip.  

Kayla shrugged. “Just call her and ask.”

“I can’t do that!” he rasped quickly, a little shocked that she had even suggested such a thing. “I have to surprise her. She has to be surprised,” he whispered the second bit to himself, definitive in his conclusion. 

Kayla shrugged again. “Well, then, these are fine. She’s gotta like one of ‘em.”

“I hope so,” he breathed.

“I hope so, too, random man. I hope so, too.”

On his way home, as he juggled three large bags, he watched a man stop at a vendor on the sidewalk. The man, whose greyed tufts of hair protruded from underneath his Kangol hat, was beaming as he communicated with the seller. Richarlison watched as the man gently lifted a bouquet of carnations and then strolled away, stopping beside a woman before kissing her on the cheek and handing her the flowers. The woman gasped deeply with joy, and suddenly Richarlison was making a beeline toward that very vendor.

He was contemplating holding the bouquet of flowers in between his teeth when he spotted a baby in a store holding the gift– the very one that he knew he had to get for the woman. He had to walk through the front door sideways to fit, and still, he was not deterred; he navigated his way through the aisles easily, finding the present he knew was hers and even some that caught his eye. By the time Richarlison reached his home, his wallet had lost a considerable amount of weight and he was holding seven shopping bags. 

He was sure it was worth it. 

She found him on his street just as the sun began to set, handing out valentines to anyone that would walk his way. He smiled sweetly at her as she sauntered to his side, her own smile uncontrollable as she watched him hand a little girl a teddy bear.

“What, the whole neighborhood’s your valentine?” She laughed as she wrapped her arm around his torso in a hug. 

He reminded himself not to blush at the heat her presence generated in his chest, his heart dancing to her the familiar beat that her proximity brought on. “Well, some people don’t have valentines,” he said after a second, regarding the nature of the holiday. “So... I guess so!”

(Plus he had about two hundred dollars worth of merchandise that would’ve gone bad after sifting for the gifts he wanted to give her, but it would take him years to tell her just how much he’d splurged that day.)

She craned her neck to make eye contact with him, and he was sure his heart stopped right there. “You’re really sweet,” she praised quietly, just for him to hear. 

He was begging himself not to blush. “So are you.”

“Wait, speaking of sweet,” she began, moving away from him to open her purse. He mourned what was once her presence as she said, “I have a lil’ something for you.” 

He had a lot of something for her, but– and his inner voice stumbled over itself in his head at this– not in that way. Unless–? No, no, not in that way. 

“Don’t feel bad if you didn’t get me anything.” 

He got her Target’s whole catalog but he was currently giving it away. 

“Here.” 

She placed a white box in his hands and just before he opened it, Richarlison could only feel grateful for the text he’d gotten yesterday from one of his ever-prying teammates, asking who his Valentine was, as he may have forgotten altogether. 

He lifted the top and found himself staring at lightly-dusted squares of what he predicted was bread. She leaned closer to peer inside the box with him.

“They’re beignets. You ever had one?” she asked goodnaturedly. 

“No, I haven’t,” his voice threatened to crack with his reply as he became overwhelmed with the fact that she had thought of him– on a day like that, no less. He would wonder, later, what that could possibly mean, though at that moment he had to remain as stoic as possible lest he expose the fact that he was head over heels for her. 

He eyed the treat she’d given him, humming as he realized that they reminded him of something. “They’re like from that movie… Sapo, sapo,” he repeated softly under his breath, his mind racing to recall the word in English. 

Her grin broadened as her eyebrows raised. “Are you talking about The Princess and the Frog?”

“I think so.”

“Well, does it have a princess and a frog? A little green guy?”

“Yes!”

“That’s the one! Rich, I love that movie! What you know about that?!” 

“My sisters and cousins really liked it,” he explained.

“That’s what I was thinking of when I made you these,” she noted, laughing sweetly as she tapped on the top of the box with the pad of her finger.

His chest hurt from his heart beating so quickly. “You made these?” he asked after a moment, pausing to ensure that he had cleared the nerves from his voice.

“I made them,” she confirmed proudly.

He was having trouble catching his breath. “For me?”

“For you.” 

Don’t faint, don’t faint.

She pressed on upon the lack of response from Richarlison, gesturing wildly with her hands as she spoke, “I was kinda bored and I was like ‘hm, I wonder what Rich is doing’ and then I realized that it was about to be Valentine’s Day, so I was like let me be nice to him real quick and– oh my God?” 

Her confused words had been muttered against the fabric of Richarlison’s sweater after he’d wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest in a quick motion– way too quick for her to duck back, as he was sure she would. Richarlison was sure she could hear how fast his heart was pumping. He himself could hear his heartbeat reverberating in his head; he could feel it in his fingertips that clutched the white box she’d given him. 

“You crying?” she wondered, wrapping her hand around his muscle in an attempt to clear her airways. He was simply too big to hug her in that way, she was sure she’d almost suffocated.

“Shhh,” he countered, and she giggled against his bicep. “Thank you. That’s really nice.”

She sighed as if in awe of herself. “I know.”

The two stayed outside until the final chocolate box was handed out, and then five minutes more when a group of kids came by asking Richarlison if he could give them money for the store. This was not her first time watching him cough up money to kids as if they were bullies in the eighties, and she doubted it would be the last– Richarlison would give a kid the shirt off his back in zero-degree weather. The kids chorused pitchy goodbyes to the both of them before speeding off, leaving them to turn to each other and laugh a little at their eagerness. 

She did not say what she wanted to say: that he looked handsome and his generosity was giving her heart palpitations.

He did not say what he wanted to say: that she looked beautiful and he wanted to place his hands on either side of her face to pull her lips to his… And also that he was kind of sure he’d accidentally given one of those kids a fifty.

They stared at each other until their eyes began to sting. When they entered his home, just as sky morphed into a dark hue of blue, she found his couch covered in presents.

“There’s more?” she asked in shock. She moved toward the sofa and tilted her head at the sparkly gift bag smack dab on the middle cushion, reaching out to rub a gentle finger against the red glitter there. She glanced to Richarlison. “Is this one even yours, or is it your roommate’s?”

Richarlison had thought of how he would give the presents to her fleetingly throughout the day– he found, however, when faced with the woman of his dreams he couldn’t form any semblance of thought. He stood before her kind of stoically.

She scrunched her face up. “Wait, do you even have a valentine? I didn’t ask.” This was, of course, due to her apprehension regarding whatever his answer would be. She pressed her lips together as he teetered a little side to side.

“I don’t have a valentine,” he said a bit haltingly. “Do…” he gulped, “Do you?”

She blinked at him. “Do I have a valentine?” 

“Do you have a valentine?” he questioned simply, losing feeling in his fingertips from his nerves.

“No, I don’t think I technically do.”

He would ignore the ‘technically.’

“Because I,” he started shakily, crossing the room in two easy strides and stopping a few inches away before her. 

This was it, the moment he imagined: striding over to her in a silver suit, sitting on a stallion— her knight in shining armor— and romantically declaring that, that big, sparkly gift bag was hers. 

In real-time, he choked. “I, uh… Hey, this is yours,” he said, pointing to the present. 

He was shocked to find that she was still gasping deeply despite his lackluster approach. She appeared rocked by his words as if she had truly not been expecting him to think of her, her mouth agape and a hand over her heart. He was unsure how she could even think such a thing, as his every thought began and end with her. He could not fathom the fact that she did not know how important she was to him, and this, in turn, shocked him. 

“It’s mine? You got me something?” Her wide eyes searched his desperately, though she knew Richarlison would never play with her that way. 

His brown eyes fell to his shoes, confident that if he looked at her for a second longer he would turn beet red. He could already feel the tips of his ears scorching, begging him to press an ice pack against them. 

Her hand lifted up hesitantly before she laid her warm palm against his clavicle and he was sure he was knocking on heaven’s gates. She pressed there, turning him toward her as her left hand grabbed his right arm. She wrapped his arm low around her waist and pulled him against her, his heart mere inches from her own. 

She smelled like his childhood. She smelled like sweet treats and the Sun and water balloons. She smelled like everything he’d ever known, and he decided he would do everything in his power to keep her with him. 

“Thank you, Rich,” she whispered against the skin of his neck. “It means a lot.” 

His cheeks burned and he no longer cared to hide it. “It means a lot to me, too.” 

She snaked her fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck and tightened her hold there gently, pulling away in the next moment to assess the gift bag. She sat to its right and he sat to its left, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched her peek inside. She closed two fingers around the tissue paper and delicately tugged it onto her lap. Richarlison promptly reached over and gathered the jumble of reds and pinks from her legs, placing it beside him on the couch just as she pulled out a bouquet of wine-colored roses. 

They were wrapped in white paper, a pink bow tied around them for good measure. There was a pang somewhere in her chest at the realization that they were placed in a heart, with the rose in the middle not even being a rose at all— instead, smack dab in the middle of the deep red bouquet, laid a jasmine flower the color of a pearl.

She recalled being in his room many times in passing, and each time her eyes would find the jasmines placed on his nightstand. She would chuckle each time she saw them, and he would give her the same excuse, “I think they’re pretty.”

“Oh my God,” she said before she could think, sweeping a finger along one of the petals of the white flower. 

“That one is from my room,” he told her, and then laughed. “I almost broke my vase.”

Her gaze snapped to the man on the couch, wide and amazed at something Richarlison was not too sure of. “You put this together yourself?” she asked. 

“Yes,” he answered easily, shrugging. He had not yet caught the glossy sheen zipping across her irises, too caught up in elaborating, “The roses were really beautiful, but they were missing something more. And I like jasmines. They’re pretty. I wanted to give you something really, really beautiful and pretty.”

(There was a flash in which she thought of that one Nicki Minaj verse, in which she rapped about putting something on a man’s sideburns.) 

 “Do you like it?” Richarlison asked, studying her pretty face to find her blinking hard to get something out of her eye— Richarlison guessed maybe a dust particle had gotten in. 

“I love it,” she mused.

His heart fluttered at her praise. “There’s more in the bag,” he said, taking the flowers from her so that her hands were free. 

She plucked the next gift from the bag: a huge heart-shaped box of chocolates. She laughed when Richarlison reached over her and grabbed a chocolate for himself the moment she pried it open, his sweet tooth notorious to the point that he had even ended up grabbing the box from her to keep eating as she craned her neck back to the bag. 

When the final gift was out, and she’d settled it on her lap, Richarlison watched as she cupped her hands over her mouth and chuckled loudly. He smiled, too, grateful that he had anticipated her reaction so accurately; he’d expected her awed laughter and had been looking forward to it ever since he’d bargained with a baby for it. 

Okay, so he bribed the baby.

Okay, so the baby got away with a hundred-dollar bill. 

Whatever.

“Stop,” she breathed, shaking her head with a grin. “Stop.”

She brushed a finger against the lines on the stuffed toy before her– yellow, black, yellow, black, yellow, black, until her finger landed on the smooth material of its pink heart-shaped wings. It was a bee holding a fluffy red heart between its tiny arms and grinning at her lopsidedly. Bee Mine! Read the toy, and she swore her temples were beginning to ache from how hard she was smiling. 

He’d been calling her Honey for weeks, having found himself enamored with the emoji she’d pressed into his phone the very first time they met. He parted his lips to say this to her, to tell her that the plush bee represented the nickname, though when she shoved the gift bag off the couch and crawled into his lap— wrapping her smooth arms around his neck in a tight embrace— he assumed that she’d probably made the connection herself. 

She pressed her lips against his cheek once and then twice before saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Rich,” and kissing him there a third time.

He was sure he’d been hallucinating, though the feel of her waist underneath his hands threw a wrench in that theory. Still, he felt nonplussed; there were many dreams of him in which they’d always end up in that same position, her poised in his lap with her arms around his neck. He had to blink a few times to snap back to reality. He was a little dazed as he tightened his fingers around her midriff, having to fight to catch his breath at the feeling of her ribcage constricting. She was real and alive and in his lap. He was tempted to FaceTime all of his friends and go on a long tangent. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he breathed. 

She did not wish to go home, and he did not wish to be apart from her. Thus, the answer was simple: the two ate beignets and watched The Princess and the Frog, her arms thrown across his torso in an effort to both fit on the couch. 

As the Voodoo Priestess on the screen sang about digging a little deeper, he laid his cheek against her slicked bun and smelled the sweet treats and the Sun and water balloon. He smelled everything he’d ever known, and then some. Richarlison’s gaze flitted from the screen to the woman tucked into his side, and for the first time in a very long time, he did not feel absolutely foreign in the country that was not his own. 

[kang-yina]

I did this richarlison edit inspired by this tweet

[nymrs]

hii🩷can you write a fluff imagine about dad!richarlison?

tysm and i love youu

-Pink anon🩷

#2. SAFE AND SOUND | Richarlison

Summary: Richarlison comforting (better said trying to comfort) your daughter after she had a nightmare.

Genre: fluff

You were woken up by soft whispers, recognising the voices of your husband and daughter, Lucia. Raindrops rolled down the window plane, thunder echoed through the room. Enough reason for Lucia to disturb her parents sleep. She was scared of thunderstorms, especially at night. Thunderstorms caused her to have bad dreams. You assumed it was just another nightmare, one of those she would usually have on such nights, and decided to finally let Richarlison take care of her once since it normally came down to be your job. Keeping your eyes closed and pretending to still be asleep, you listened to how your husband tried to comfort your daughter.

"So what was your dream about?", Richarlison murmured in order to not wake you up. Lucia hesitated a short moment, not wanting to remember what got her so upset, "There was this… weird, ugly man running after me. I tried to get away from him but he was too fast. Even faster than you on the field papai!" Richarlison expressed his 'shock' by a deep gasp, "Faster than daddy? Impossible!"

"Really papai! He was so fast", Lucia insisted. He shook his head in disbelief. "If you say so Lu. Did that ugly man do anything or was he only chasing you?" "He ran after me. I was so scared but he got closer and I couldn’t move. Then he… he said… mamãe and papai will die." Her sweet voice at the end broke as she was about to tear up again. God, pretending to be asleep has never been that hard for you. It was the first time she dreamt such a thing and all you wanted to do was hug her tight and tell her everything would be alright - unlike your husband. He sighed out before he responded. "Well, Lu… you should know. Everyone is gonna die someday. That’s the cycle of life." You shot your eyes open and widened them in negative surprise to his answer, quietly slapping his head which went unnoticed by your daughter. He gave you a confused look. "We too?", Lucia asked in a tone that showed you terrified she was. Silently, you mouthed a thousands of no's, earning more irritated gazes from your husband. "No Lucia, we won’t die", he quickly replied. "But why? You said everyone." Richarlison got overwhelmed by his daughters question, not knowing how to keep the conversation going as child-friendly as possible, and started to stutter. "Because… uhm, uh… Lucia, you know papai is a superhero. Superheroes don’t die." She let out a deep breath of relief. "And what about mommy and me?" You saw Richarlison getting nervous as he tried to think of another response. "Mommy is a superheroes wife and you’re my daughter", he said, softly patting her head and fiddling his fingers into her hair, "Don’t worry meu anjo. You'll have a loooong, long wonderful life. Mommy and daddy will always be there for you. Always." He pecked her forehead as his large hand softly went up and down her tiny back. With a calm grin on her face, her breath got steady and you could tell she was falling into sleep. "Cycle of life, huh?", you mocked your husband.

"I just don’t feel good lying to our daughter Y/N", Richarlison explained himself. "But she just turned four Richy, four! She doesn’t need to know about the cycle of life yet", you giggled out, "Next time she’s crawling into our bed because she had a bad dream, wake me up and let me take care of her, superhero."

[dommiefinch]

All credit goes to @samliamcornish on Twitter/Instagram

[wasabigibiyim]

aşık olduğum adamlar tam liste. (liste duruma göre çoğalabiliyor,her gördüğüm yakışıklı ve karizmatik adama aşık olma sorunum var lol)