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luvneymar · 1 year

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(5) 99% FAITH 1% LUCK — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: when you left the house after a fight with Neymar and his family escalates the problem drastically

“Você não tem absolutamente nenhuma ideia de onde ela poderia ter ido? Quero dizer, eu sabia que ela era esquisito, mas sequestrava seu filho-” [Do you have absolutely no idea where she could’ve went? I mean I knew she was flakey but kidnapping your son-]

“Nosso filho.” [Our Son] Neymar corrected his sister, “E ela não o sequestrou Davi só precisa de sua mãe nessa idade, tanto quanto me dói dizer isso.” [And she didn’t kidnap him Davi just needs his mother at this age, as much as it pains me to say that] Neymar continued, ever since you left 4 days ago he’s been a mess.

He hasn’t seen his son, hasn’t talked to his daughter and mostly importantly hasn’t seen you. Crashing at his family home was the most logical idea as your shared family condo was too painful to stay in.

“E ela não o sequestrou Davi só precisa de sua mãe nessa idade, tanto quanto me dói dizer isso.” [Well Davi also needs to know his father didn’t abandon him, he needs you just as much as he needs his mother] His mother reasoned, she loved her son but loved her grand-baby even more.

“Eu vou ser uma droga se ela levar seu filho embora. Quero dizer, e se ela se mudar para outro país?” She continued. [I’ll be damned if she takes your son away. I mean what if she moves to another country?]

“Mamãe, você e eu sabemos que ela não poderia, mesmo que quisesse, ela está grávida de 8 meses, ela poderia entrar em trabalho de parto em qualquer lugar e eu nem sei onde ela está.” [Mama, you and I both know she couldn’t even if she wanted to, she’s 8 months pregnant she could go into labor anywhere and I don’t even know where she is!] Neymar yelled out the last sentence as he threw a glass vase at the wall right beside the television.

“Acalme-se, vou ligar para o nosso advogado e resolver isso, Ney. Eu sei que você sente falta do seu filho, mas qualquer coisa apressada lhe dará mais motivos para obter a custódia total de Davi e Valentina.”[Calm down, I’ll call our lawyer and have this sorted out Ney. I know you miss your son but anything hasty will give her more reason to get full custody of Davi and Valentina.]

“Não, não, você não vai fazer nada. Ela já te odeia. Qualquer coisa mais vai, não importa.”[No, No you won’t do anything. She hates you already. Anything more will just, never-mind] Neymar knew whatever you said about his family should be kept between you both as you don’t want to cause a fight.

“Exatamente o que?” [Just what?] His mother questioned with a confused look on her face.

“Eu disse não importa, ma, apenas deixe cair!”[I said never-mind ma just drop it!] Neymar yelled out at his mom causing the room to go silent. Neymar was such a mama’s boy growing up that it surprised everyone especially his father.

“Neymar! Não grite com sua mãe. Ela só está tentando ajudar. Não me faça ir até lá e dar sentido em você.” [Neymar! Do not yell at your mother. She’s just trying to help. Don’t make me come over there and beat some sense into you.] Neymar settled down after the threat his father just sent his way.

“Desculpe, mamãe.” [Sorry mommy] Neymar muttered under his breath, he shoved his head into a pillow.

“Tudo bem, querida, eu sei que você só está preocupada, mas vamos consertar isso. Você tem alguma ideia do que a fez fazer isso?” [It’s okay baby, I know you’re just worried but we’ll fix this. Do you have any idea as to what made her do this?] Sitting down beside her son, Neymar’s mother grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes.

“…Eu derrubei a bomba de casamento nelaz.” […I dropped the marriage bomb on her.] Neymar confessed quietly, the room went silent until Rafaela broke it. [Flakey]~ Rafella sung causing Neymar to throw his pillow at her.

“Ela gostou da ideia de que eu levei longe demais dizendo que nos casaríamos em um alter.” [She liked the idea I just took it too far by saying we’d get married at an alter.] He explained further, “Você não vai se casar em um altar?” […Aren’t you going to get married at an alter?] His mom interrupted with an eyebrow raised.

“Provavelmente não vou me casar.” [I’m probably not going to get married.] The room was sour and silent after that for a while until his mother got up. “Eu não me importo com a religião que ela escolhe seguir, mas meus netos serão lavados no sangue de Jesus Cristo.” [I don’t care what religion she chooses to follow but my grand-babies will be washed in the blood of Jesus Christ]

“ Só que não depende de você, mãe, cabe a mim e a ela decidir isso.” [Except that isn’t up to you Mom, It’s up to me and her to decide that.] Neymar cried out frustrated at what such a small comment had created, if he could go back in time and not say it he would do so in a heartbeat.

“Vamos ver sobre isso.” [We’ll see about that.] Neymar’s mom picked up her phone and begun dialling someone “O que você está fazendo?”[What are you doing?] Neymar questioned, his mom was a quiet and reasonable woman until something was to happen to her family especially her son.

“Algo que eu deveria ter feito há muito tempo.”[Something I should’ve done a long time ago.] The ringing of the phone made Neymar curious as he got up to see who she was calling. “Family Lawyer.” Shit. “Pare, mãe, você vai piorar as coisas.” [Stop ma you’re gonna make it worse!]

“Não! Você está piorando as coisas sendo um empurrão.” [No! You’re making it worse by being a pushover.] She yelled out walking away from Neymar before he tried to stop her. He ran his hand through his hair and paced around the room.

He picked up his phone and called you stepping outside the house. Of course you didn’t pick up but he sent messages that made it seem very urgent. After 6 missed calls he decided to wait until you called back.

As he went back inside his family were waiting for him with weird looks on their face. “O que?”[What?] Neymar asked plopping himself down onto the single person couch.

“Liguei para o advogado e eles disseram legalmente, já que ela não deu à luz, você ainda não pode fazer nada sobre Vale, mas o que você pode fazer é processar por custódia compartilhada para Davi.” [I called the lawyer and they said legally since she hasn’t given birth you can’t do anything about Vale yet but what you can do is sue for shared custody for Davi.] His mother finish, Neymar sighed. Non of this is what he wanted, he was starting to understand why you didn’t like his family.

“Não posso fazer isso. Ela pediu espaço e você quer que eu a processe? De jeito nenhum.” [I cant do that. She asked for space and you want me to sue her? No way.] Neymar firmly answer. His family looked at him sour faces thinking “how could someone be so naive.”

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“Neymar is a good man and you know it darling, he offered you a good compromise and you rejected it. What do you want to do?” Your mother explained trying to reason with you.

You went to your moms house to try and get different perspectives on the situation with Neymar. “I know mommy, I’m very aware of that. I just not want everything that he wants to be our #1 priority.” You admitted, playing with Davi’s hair as he slept in your lap.

“Honey, name 1 thing that you’ve asked for that he hasn’t provided for you? That man loves you so much. I doubt you’ll find anyone who loves you as much as he does.” You have to admit that he’s the most perfect man, sometimes.

“Why cant you be on my side for once!” You whisper cry out trying not to wake your sleeping babies. “I’m on your side! I want you to make a decision you won’t regret. I want you to make a decision won’t tear your relationship apart. Listen to me Love.”

You signed realizing how stupid you were to escalate the fight much more than it needed to be escalated.“You’re right I don’t even know why we’re fighting to this degree.”

“I’m always right I’m your mother, now come on I’ll help you pack up your stuff.” Your mother got up from her seat and held her hands out trying to help you get up. You slowly removed Davi from your lap and took her hands.“But if I go to him it’ll seem like-”

“Now darling.” She was firm which made you stand down and take her hand walking towards the guest bedroom where you and your son stayed.“Fine.”

Once you were done packing you woke Davi up and told him told that you were going to see papa again. Seeing his eyes light up and the mention of his dad made your heart break knowing you hurt your son by taking him away from his dad.

“Come on your dad will drive you.” Your mom said as she walked towards the door with you hold you and Davi’s bags. “Thank you mommy.” You kissed her cheek before exiting her home and entering the SUV where your dad was waiting at the wheel.

“Ready to go princess?” He asked ruffling the hair of his grandson. “Yes daddy.” You kissed his forehead before settling in and fastening your seatbelt. “Thank your princess, Neymar is so lucky to have you.”

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“Okay Davi, Wait in the car okay? Mommy will be back so very soon? I love you.”

“I love you too mommy.”

You kissed him on the forehead and left the car waving at your dad as he sent you a thumbs up. Your legs were shaking as you walked up the door of the Santos house.

As you were walking towards the gate you noticed a man in a suit following you. You walked faster praying that he wasn’t some crazy serial killer out for blood.

“Ms. [Last Name]?” He called out.

“What?” You snapped at him, hoping he’d be intimidated enough to leave you alone

“You’ve been served. Defendant Santos is suing you for custody of Davi Lucca da Silva Santos. & in the nearer future Valentina-Rosa Camíla Santos [Last Name].” The lawyer smiled as he handed you a yellow envelope and walked away.

“Huh?” You stood there holding the envelope confused as hell about what just happened to you.

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Your hands shook with anger as you rung the doorbell with one million different ways you were gonna kill the Santos family running through your head. As you imagines the 672,492 scenario in your head the door opened and you saw Neymar’s younger sister Rafella.

“O que você está fazendo aqui.” [What are you doing here.] She asked in a tone that sound less than excited to see you. You slapped her hard in her face and pushed passed her throwing the envelope in the face of the first Santos you saw. “O que há de errado com você? Todos vocês.” [What the fuck is wrong with you? All of you?]

“Princesa?” Neymar got off the couch his bloodshot eyes meeting your eyes filled with fury. “Você está tentando tirar meu filho de mim, não está?.” [You’re trying to take my son from me aren’t you?] You shouted walked up to Neymar who was just so glad to see you.

“ Não! Eu sou- Nós não estamos.” [No! I’m- We’re not!] His voice cracked as he wiped the tears away from his face. “Sim! Sim, Você É. Juro por Deus, se você tentar avançar mais longe do que já se foi, eu vou te matar. Todos vocês. Você não pode fazer isso comigo. Você não pode.” [Yes! Yes, You are. I swear to God if you try to advance this farther than it’s already gone I will kill you. All of you. You can’t do this to me. You can’t.]

“Eu te disse que precisava de espaço e você foi me processar? Deus Neymar. Você realmente não mudou.” [I told you I needed space and you went to sue me? God Neymar. You really didn’t change.] Your voice cracked as you cried at the thought of never seeing Davi again.

“Por favor, me escute, eu não fiz.” [Please listen to me I didn’t] Neymar tried to reason.

“Cale a boca! Apenas cale a cara e vá para o inferno. Cada um de vocês. Eu te odeio. Juro pela minha vida, se você tentar levar meu filho, nunca mais o verá, ele, eu ou minha filha.” [Shut up! Just shut your face & go to hell. Every single one of you. I hate you. I swear on my life if you try to take my son you’ll never see him ever again, him, me or my daughter.]

“Amor, please just calm down!” Neymar pleaded with you. “Acalme-se? Acalme-se? Você quer roubar meu filho de mim e você está me dizendo para me acalmar.” [Calm down? Calm down? You want to steal my son from me and your telling me to calm down?]

You walk away with Neymar walking right behind you. “Não fale comigo, não me toque.” [Don’t talk to me, don’t touch me] You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with the Santos family anymore.

He turned you around and grabbed your arms holding them above your head, quickly pulling yourself free you slapped him in the face, again, and again & again. “Como você pode fazer isso comigo? Você disse que me amava, que queria se casar comigo.” [How can you do this to me? You said you loved me, you wanted to marry me] You cry out looking up at him with tears falling from your eyes so fast you could barely speak audibly.

“Eu faço! Isso não foi o que eu estava fazendo, foram minhas mães.” [I do! This wasn’t my doing it was my mothers.] Neymar explained as if you were going to believe him. “Besteira, apenas culpe tudo na sua família. Eu sabia que você era um bastardo sem espinha, mas isso é baixo.” [Bullshit, just blame everything on your family. I knew you were a spineless bastard but this is low] You scoffed before picking up the envelope and leaving the house.

This time Neymar didn’t even try to follow you as he knew that he’d cause more harm and good. “Eu disse para você não fazer nada e você fez alguma coisa.” [I told you not do anything and you did something!] Neymar shouted at his mom.“I was just trying to help.” [I was just trying to help!] She cries you overwhelmed at the fact that her son is screaming at her.

“E agora você destruiu meu relacionamento. Faça-me um favor. Fique longe de mim, meu filho e minha namorada.” [And now you destroyed my relationship. Do me a favour. Stay the hell away from me, my son & my girlfriend] Neymar sent a nasty glare at his mother before grabbing his car keys and leaving the Santos family house.

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“Love, what happened?” Your dad ask with concern seeing your red eyes and tears streaming down your face “Just drive.” You answers shortly.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, concerned for his daughter.“Just drive.” You screamed, annoyed at the questionnaire

“Mommy I’m scared.” Davi begun to cry in the back seat not used to you yelling at anyone. “I know, i’m sorry Davi mommy didn’t mean to scream.

“Where to?” He asked driving towards the main road.“The airport please.” You whispered out. Neymar and his family can’t take your babies if you’re not in the country right?

“Are you sure? It’s risky for pregnant woman this far along.” You thought about it for a while before answering in a small voice.“Yes. Very sure.” Rubbing your stomach you reached your other hand into the backseat to hold Davis hand from his car seat.

“We’ll be okay Davi, It’s gonna be just fine. We’ll be just fine.”

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

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co6kiesvr · 1 year

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do you write for neymar? if so can you please do one where he’s jealous and they fight and sleep in separate rooms and he comes back and it’s fluffy after

maybe i do like them touching me. at least they actually pay attention to me.hi love! sure!!

genre: angst to fluff

quick a/n: this was written in spanish, i didn't know he mainly speaks portuguese! im so so sorry!!

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you and neymar’s friends were actually quite close, at first they didn’t really like you. but now, you were all great friends

in neymar’s view, you might have been a little too great. don’t get him wrong, he likes that his friends like you and there aren’t any problems between you two. but, sometimes he wished you weren’t that close

today was the day he finally snapped, you were with his friends, laughing and joking around. it was all okay at first, until they began touching you. one touching your shoulder, the other your arm, one of them touched your hair too

who the hell told them they were allowed to touch what’s his?

“mi amor, tenemos que irnos, ahora.” neymar said as he held your hand tightly (my love, we have to go, now.)

“what—but, por qué? Paso algo?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows as he began pulling you away even harder (why? did something happen?)

“we’re leaving.” was all he said as his friends stared at you two, confused, while you were feeling the embarrassment taking over

he pulled you away outside to the car, putting you inside, himself, then driving away.

the drive was completely silent, not one of you uttered a single word.

once you got home, you were quick to leave the car before him, and go to your room where you sat there quietly

he followed you into the room, staring at you for a second before speaking up

“what, you’re not gonna talk to me now?” he said, “i had no choice! you were certainly having fun with all of them touching you”

“you cannot be fucking serious right now!” you yelled, “me estabas mirando todo el tiempo, and now you’re jealous? you never trust me! you act like i'll cheat on you opr something!” you snapped (you were glaring at me the entire time)

“i wasn’t glaring at you, i was glaring at them! it’s like you were their girlfriend, not mine. y no les estabas diciendo exactamente que se detuvieran ahora verdad” he yelled back (and you weren't exactly telling them to stop now were you)

“what are you trying to say. hm? that i like your friends touching me even if i don’t want them to?! you know what? tal vez me gusta que me toquen. al menos en realidad me prestan atención.” you said, (maybe i do like them touching me. at least they actually pay attention to me.

“oh, now i don’t pay attention to you? okay, have fun getting the attention from them. buenas noches” he said as he walked out and went into the guest bedroom (goodnight)

“good, i will” you yelled as he walked away

and now here you were, lying awake in bed, trying to stop the tears from flowing. he had a right to be jealous, but he didn't have a right to act like you were enjoying it. he was always like this and you were sick of it, you're sick of him not trusting you. it hurts you when you feel like he doubts you.

you were so caught up with your thoughts you didn't realize the door was open now, you felt the bed sink, and stayed quiet.

"mi amor? are you still awake?" he said, "lo siento, Sé que no harías algo así. i was just stressed and barely seeing you was making it worse, especially if i see you with them more than i see you with me." (im sorry, i know you wouldn't do anything like that)

"i don't like it when they touch me, i only like it when you do it" you spoke up

"why didn't you tell me, cariño?" (sweetheart)

"you like your friends, i didn't want to ruin anything between you"

"you're better than all of them, querida" he smiled and hugged you tight, you turned and faced him, and he was quick to pull you close

"te amo, mi vida" he said as he leaned his forehead on yours (i love you, my life)

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graneymar · 1 year

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Hi me again 😁

Could I request Neymar x reader

In there early 20's

Neymar and his sister "fighting" over who is going to lay on readers chest on the beach and Neymar won. Reader playing with his hair while he is smirking at his sister 🌹🌹

#6. NEYMAR: BEACHDAY

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Neymar and I were together for two years now. Since Neymar was on summer break we visited his family in Brasil. It wasn’t the first time we went there together. Luckily, I got along with his family. They all seemed to love me and I was only positive about them aswell. In fact, Rafaella, Neymars sister, became one of my closest friends.

The three of us were currently at the beach, already pretty exhausted when I decided to lay down and enjoy the sun. Rafaella dropped herself right next to me while Neymar still was in the water. "The only thing I hate about beaches is that they’re so uncomfortable", she mumbled as she somehow tried to position herself. "God, just lay down finally", I giggled watching her. She looked at me for a second before she turned around and placed her head onto my chest. "Much better", she sighed, "Damn, your boobs are softer than the pillows in my bed." I laughed. "For real, I'm not joking", she added.

A few minutes later Neymar finally got out of the water and laid down next to me. "Is she sleeping?", he asked pointing as his sister. Her phone fell next to her and her breathing got slower. "I think so", I grinned. "No", Rafaella mumbled quietly, not even able to open her eyes. "Well, then you better move, 'cause that’s my place", Neymar said, softly pushing her head. She grabbed his hands, "No way. Have you ever slept on those boobs? I swear it’s amazing." Neymar kept pushing her away from me and she tried to stop him whenever he did so. Finally, he got up and walked up to her. I knew what would happen. He tried to hold back his laugh, but bursted out as soon as he went down and began tickling her. "Stop Neymar, stop", she screamed out. Still, she somehow managed to keep her head on my chest, even though she was protecting herself with hands and feet. Neymar groaned as he got back up again and looked at his sister, shaking his head. "I gave you a chance Rafa, you left me no choice", was all he said before he grapped her legs and dragged her down from me, right into the sand. While she was collecting herself, he quickly ran up to me and filled the place she was in a few seconds ago. Rafaella shot him an angry glare while she cleaned her long curls from the dirt. All I did was laugh at them the entire team. "Sorry sis, I won", he smirked as I played with his hair and placed a short kiss on his forehead. "You'll regret this Neymar, I promise you", she muttered, kicking his feet.

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ney with an introvert shy gf

#4. OPPOSITES ATTRACT | Neymar Jr

Neymar and you were complete opposites. He loved being around people and would never mind being the centre of attention. Singing and dancing in public - an everyday thing for him. You on the other side had to really get used to people before finally opening up and showing your fun side. Whenever Neymar and you would attend a public event, you couldn’t wait to finally go home. In the beginning of you two dating, when you were just hanging out with his mates, you would simply chill there and actually never say anything until you had to. Since you had his friends and teammates around you all the time, it got better for you of course. When it came to paparazzi and Neymars fans though, you couldn’t seem to jump over your boundaries. They knew who you were, what you looked like, but you’d always turn stiff and silent when a camera was around.

And that was the exact same case now. Neymar and you had to attend one of his clubs public events. You’d prefer to stay home and wait for him, but you couldn’t leave him hanging. It was a very important event for Ney and his mates' wives and girlfriends would be there too. "Minha beleza [my beauty]", he smiled watching you from the doorway, "Você está lista? [are you ready]" You took a last glance into the mirror and sighed, "I'm not sure. I'm still torn between this dress and the black one. What do you think?" The dress you wore was simple, but it was a bright red. Usually, you’d prefer to wear something more decent, but Neymar bought you the dress some weeks ago, saying you should save it for a special occasion. You knew he would love to see you in it, but you disliked wearing bright colours in public, you didn’t want to stand out. "I love seeing you in red, you know that", he winked and took a few steps towards you. You chuckled before he finally put his arms around your waist and placed a shirt kiss onto your lips. "Don't worry babe, you're gorgeous."

At the event, the two of you were seated with the rest of his club, having dinner and casually talking to each other. When Neymar and the boys had to give some interviews, you decided to spend the time with Antonela and Jessica. Whatever these two have been talking about, you didn’t even care to listen - Neymar was the only one you gave your full attention to. Him in a suit. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it just made you weak, no matter how often you’ve seen him in these clothes before. While your eyes wandered up and down his figure, you didn’t even realise he was walking towards you until he finally stood right in front of you with a huge smile on his face, “Enjoying the view?" You looked up at him, then quickly took your eyes off him again as you tried to hide the fact you were blushing. "Time for the carpet", he said, holding out a hand for you. You stared at him in confusion, not quite understanding his gesture. "Are you finally coming with me?", he asked as he noticed your irritation. "On the carpet?", you scoffed, "No way Junior."

"It’s only for a few photos, you don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to talk. Just pose in front of the cameras a little. For me?", Neymar tried to convince you but you responded by shaking your head from left to right, repeating this movement again and again. "As you know, I'm allergic to cameras." He sighed at your sarcasm, his lips in a thin line. The pleading look he gave you was his last try to get you to go with him, but you ignored his pout and took out your phone of your clutch. With his hands in his pocket, he slowly started stepping away from you. You chew on your bottom lip, knowing damn well you disappointed your boyfriend – and you felt guilty. His mates entered the room, coming back from taking pictures; Lionel with Antonela, Marco with Jessica, Marqui with Carol. It would only be Neymar all alone again. You rolled your eyes at yourself, pushing your phone back into your clutch and started jogging after Neymar. He instantly recognised your small steps and stopped his walk. "Thank you", he whispered, giving your hand a light squeeze after intertwining it with his. You entered the hall and your heart was racing due to the amount of people watching you, all cameras directed at the two of you. Neymar led you to the middle of the carpet and naturally started posing. You tried your best to not freak out, but you flinched at every flash and held your breath whenever someone was calling your name. You weren’t used to it, it felt unnatural and awkward to you. Your eyes started blinking heavily, there was no way you could take another flashlight right into your face. Instinctively, you pulled Neymar closer to you and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He first was confused as you did so, but also couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you were. You practically felt how his lips formed a smile, which made you grin to yourself while you were still hiding from the photographers. "Our photos are for sure going to be different from all the others", he chuckled lowly. The feeling of excitement inside of you rose, but to your surprise, in a positive way. You imagined what the journalists got to see now and realised how random you actually were. "What?", Neymar asked when he heard you laughing quietly. You were unable to hold back another laugh. "You really are special, like very very special", Neymar grinned as you finally pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. The two of you simply looked at each other for a short time and then bursted out in laughter. Hearing Neymars laugh made you laugh even harder. Seeing you holding onto your belly, squinting your eyes while still having an arm wrapped around him made him laugh even more. Even the photographers couldn’t stop themselves from smiling at what they’ve just captured. "I'm so sorry", you managed to shout out as Neymar and you were about to leave the carpet.

Returning to your shared house, you continued apologising to your boyfriend. "I don’t know what got into me. I guess it was the nervousness and excitement", you explained yourself. Neymar laughed it off as he got out off his jacket. "Y/N, babe, não se preocupe [don't worry]. Thank you for going with me and making it so much fun. I’d love to see pictures they took", he reassured you, cupping your face between his hands before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips. "Do you think they already released some?", you said, scrolling through your TikTok for you page when you saw they did, indeed. "Ney, olha [look]!" Some fans were fast enough to make edits about your appearance and you were in love with those edits - you watched how you hid your face in his neck, the way he wrapped his arms around you while looking down at you in full adoration, this smile you loved so much forming in his face. The way you both didn’t stop laughing and never let go of each other while doing so. You’ve actually forgot everything around you for a short period of time, blocking out the cameras and photographers, and just enjoyed each others company. This unconditional love could literally be felt through this little screen you were watching those edits on. You smiled to yourself when you noticed Neymar hugged you from behind, watching those edits with his head placed onto your shoulder. "Eu te amo meu anjo [I love you my angel]", he mumbled, pressing a soft lips on your cheek.

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kealia · 1 year

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Notice me, please.

Neymar jr x reader

~ reader is mad at her boyfriend because he forgets about most stuff. Her boyfriend’s best friend locks them up to force them to make up.

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READER’s POV:

“Kylian, let me out!” I yelled out, knocking on the wooden door.

Kylian (my boyfriend’s best friend) locked us up, me and Neymar. We had a stupid argument, but I shall not apologise first! I do not care, I really don’t. He should apologise, it’s all his fault!

NEYMAR’s POV:

I sat down on the bed, I left my phone in the living room. Should’ve brought it with me… Y/n was making such a big deal out of this, I mean she can just apologise and then Ky would let us out. She’s mad at me because I forgot about our anniversary. I get that she’s angry, I do but she didn’t need to make an argument about it! It’s been about 3 days since she stopped talking to me. Of course, I told Kylian at training yesterday, today is his birthday. He invited us, mostly me, but he apparently texted Y/n to come over as well. Y/n was talking to Kylian today, but not to me. I guess he got this idea from her side of the story. Meu Deus, this is unbelievable!

“Y/n…” I started, I wanted to sound calm so there won’t be another argument.

READER’s POV:

“Y/n…” I heard Neymar’s soft voice, God why is he so calm! I stood in-front of the door and just stared at it. It wasn’t interesting at all but I was certainly not in the mood. He just has to apologise. That’s all…

“Querida, podemos conversar?” [Darling, can we talk?]

Did he just ‘Querida’ me? No way. After missing our anniversary he wants to ‘Querida’ me? He didn’t even apologise!

“Sobre o que?” I didn’t want to snap back at him but I just couldn’t help it. I was just extremely mad at Neymar. [About what?]

“Eu sinto muito…”

Carry on.

“Eu sinto muito, eu não queria que você me odiasse! Não esqueci de propósito, apenas esqueci de alguma forma!” [I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hate me! I didn't forget on purpose, I just forgot somehow!]

I scoffed, “Eu deveria sentir pena de você?” [Should I feel sorry for you?]

If I’m honest, when he said ‘I didn’t mean for you to hate me!’ It did break a small vein in my heart. Key word: ‘small’! I turned to him, he was sitting on Kylian’s bed. He looked so adorable! I couldn’t break, I needed to stay mad at him. He’ll find out my weakness, which is, Him.

NEYMAR’s POV:

She stood in-front of me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed, she looked hot when she was mad. But she was mad at me.

“Bem eu não sei-“ I started but she cut me off, [Well, I don’t know-]

“Neymar! I am sick of you forgetting stuff! I mean this anniversary was important. It was important for me! I thought you’d feel the same. For God’s sake, I thought you were different from them! I thought you won’t forget about small things like this! Why can’t you see that?”

I’ve never seen Y/n so frustrated. She seemed more angrier than in our last argument. I didn’t want to fight again. I wanted to apologise…

“Bebê, I really am sorry. Very sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. Please, não me odeie, eu apenas esqueci. Não irá acontecer novamente. Eu prometo!” [Don't hate me, I just forgot. It won't happen again. I promise!]

“Oh please, Ney. I’ve heard that loads of times. Too many! Infact.”

How am I meant to apologise when she won’t let me?

READER’s POV:

I know I was being stubborn but many men told me that. They told me to trust them, that they promise me this, they won’t do that again, it was just a mistake, it only happened once. I was sick. Sick and tired. Exhausted. Why can’t men just be expected to remember stuff or to not do it again? Neymar thinks that not remembering an anniversary is the only thing he did. He forgot loads of stuff. Like doing most of his chores I told him to do, while I was away. My favourite colour, my parent’s names, that I had siblings, that I crave chocolate during that time of the month. He forgets the simple stuff, men just don’t get it. They don’t get it, that we, women, love when they remember small details about us. I wish he’d see me the way I see him. I notice when his eyes soften anytime he sees Davi or Kylian, I notice how much he cares about his sister or mother, how excited he gets when he sees a dog, how he slowly lost his passion in football, I notice so much stuff about him. I wish he noticed my little details…

NEYMAR’s POV;

“Look, Ney. It isn’t just about the anniversary. It’s about how stressed you are about training and family. I get it, I know how stressful work is and family. I have a family and I work, you know that! It’s just… it seems as if you don’t really care about me. You ignore me, the things I do for you-“

“Y/n, I don’t ignore you. I don’t. Eu noto como você escolhe um tom diferente de batom ou gloss para cada ocasião, como você troca de roupa 10 vezes só para voltar para a primeira, como seu sotaque português está melhorando, como você diz ‘ai’ em vez de ‘ouch’,a maneira como seu cabelo se enrola naturalmente na parte inferior, como suas sardas aparecem no verão, mas desaparecem quando fica frio. I notice you, meu amor.” [I notice how you choose a different shade of lipstick or lipgloss for every occasion, how you change clothes 10 times only to go back to the first outfit, how your Portuguese accent is improving, how you say "ai" instead of "ouch", the way your hair curls naturally at the bottom, how your freckles show up in the summer but disappear when it gets cold.]

She started crying, I hope they were happy tears. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I opened my arms and stood up, smiling at her. She looked down, her tears flowing down to the floor.

“Venha aqui.” I told her softly, she looked up and rapidly wrapped her hands around my waist. I held her head close to my chest. My shirt slowly dampening from her tears. I buried my face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and coffee. Just like she smells, I loved that about her. Sometimes I use her shampoo, because it smells like her. Like Y/n. Like my sweet girlfriend.

I heard the door creak open, “You okay?” Kylian asked.

I just hummed and nodded to him, he closed the door and left us. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I love her.

I could never be mad at her, I could never ignore her. I hope she knows that.

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I wrote this at 3 am so there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes but let’s hope not!

Happy New Year!!!

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footballandfics · 1 year

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Misunderstanding

Since you moved to paris two years ago , you couldn’t see your family as much as you wanted .

you always had something going on ;school ;work and lately your relationship , you still talk via texts and facetimes however it’s never the same as sitting down face to face and talking to each other.

With the start of your relationship you have now even less time than before and always felt guilty but with the distance between your family and you , you can’t really do anything to help it .

Today after you were supposed to go to your boyfriend’s game but because you had a bad luck , you accidently dropped coffee on your white pants and it left a big stain on it that’s why wearing white don’t suit you.

You went back home and took a shower while getting ready someone knocks on your house door , you’re not waiting for anyone so that’s was weird .

You go to opened but first you look through the secret eye and you don’t believe who you see so you open the door very fast to make sure from what or who you’re seeing

“y/n , did you miss me?” said your brother who had his arms opened for you to hug him which of course you did hug him, it’s been way too long since you saw him right Infront of you , both of you don’t know how long have you been hugging and who really breaks the hug

“how when what? I can’t even talk” you’re looking at him still not believing your eyes .

“aren’t you going to let me in?”

“yeah my bad, you must be exhausted, get inside” you said to him, rushing him in and closing the door behind you .

Your brother is sitting in the living room and you went to the kitchen “do you want to drink something? Are you hungry? I didn’t prepare anything, we can go out to eat if you feel like it”

“just waster would be fine, I don’t feel like eating”

pouring water in glass to bring it to him and sit on the other couch

“so tell me everything, how come you’re here and why didn’t you tell me, I would’ve picked you from the airport”

“there is something called surprise, that what I did, I have a vacation for two weeks, I missed my little sister”

Talked about everything back home, about work, where you traveled and then he mentioned his break up with his girlfriend, how it was hard on him, you felt sorry for him but then you remembered the game you were supposed to attend.

Looking at the clock, only half hour left and if you left now you will be late.

“I was supposed to get out to watch my boyfriend’s game” you told your brother.

“your boyfriend is a footballer?” your brother asked

“yeah didn’t i tell you?”

“no I would’ve remembered if you did, if you want you can go, I need to shower and sleep anyways” he yawned and stretches .

“I won’t get in time, you can go and shower, I’ll get the guest room ready” both of you get up, him to the bathroom and you upstairs for the guest room.

You were half way done but get interrupted with the sound of the knocks on the door.

Hurrying to see who that is, “Neymar, what are you doing here?”

“Why are you surprised to see me? Oh wait I know why, you were supposed to come to watch the game and you didn’t” you feel the anger in his voice.

“I’m surprised because the game didn’t end yet” you tell him rolling your eyes.

“because the riff is stupid and gave a red card over nothing” you closed your eyes and sighed .

“why didn’t you come, I was looking for you most of the time and why are we still standing infront the door” he’s eyeing you

“because-“y/n” your brother voice interrupted you and now Neymar eyes is darting between you and your brother .

“are you kidding me?” Neymar looking at you, not believing what he saw.

“ney this is-“your boy toy” he said not waiting for you to finish your sentence, his anger is showing on his face and tone.

“don’t be stupid, this is-“stupid? I am the stupid one ? you have a dude standing with only a towel on his waist in your living room, calling your name” you look back at your brother, him not understanding what’s happening or what Neymar saying since both of you are not speaking in English .

“I can’t believe you’re cheating, you from all people didn’t expect you to do that” he turns to leave your doorway.

“he’s my fucking brother” you screamed at him

He stops in his way and turn back to you “why didn’t you tell me then” “like you gave me any chance”

You turn to you brother “go wear something”

“no wait he’s your boyfriend ? Neymar ??” he says fanboying and goes to shack neymar’s hand

“I’m a big fan since you were in Barcelona” your brother surprising Neymar

“thank you” he tells him with a small smile.

“go and wear something” you say again

“right” your brother says and hurry upstairs .

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your game but as you saw , I didn’t know my brother was coming, he surprised me thirty minutes before the game” you closed the door now he is inside the house.

“I’m sorry for what I said” now he’s closer to you, holding your hand.

“you can’t just get mad and storm without hearing the other person” you shack your head at him .

“again I’m sorry , I was mad that I was sent off and couldn’t find you, you not answering my texts and then seeing a stranger half naked behind you, I couldn’t find it in me to think rationally” caressing your cheek

you hug him “as you said, I will never cheat, that’s not me”

“I know, I was ridicules” he kisses you softly on your lips for a few seconds

“forgive me?” he pulls back to look deeply into your eyes .

“I forgive you” this time you kiss him.

You hear your brother’s cough so you pull back away from the kiss .

“You didn’t tell me you’re dating a superstar”

“will now you know” you say smiling to him .

You get away from your boyfriend and now he is sitting with your brother and talking about football, his time with Barcelona.

You smiled to yourself, hearing what both of them saying about different players, Neymar even shared a few gossips with your brother about the past and some players.

Happy that they’re getting well with each other. You know in the future you’ll laugh about what happened .

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freshfraise · 1 year

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IN THE SPOTLIGHT

pairing: neymar x reader

summary: Neymar and Y/N’s relationship, typically remain between the two counterparts. Y/N and Neymar. Amidst all the rumours, they take to Instagram to hint at their status, hoping to drive people away from them, not realising that it would do the absolute opposite.

author’s note: tried something new!!! was honestly so fun making these, but my next fic should be written. short and cute, enjoy!!!

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yourinstagram ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 PÁTRIA !!!!

neymarjr 😂😂❤️

↳ user160707 the love heart 👀

user172873 is that davi and ney in the first pic?? 😭

rafaella 💖

↳ yourinstagram 💞💞

↳ Y/N_neymar_obsessed Comment from rafaella??? ITS CONFIRMED

user1718928 Y/N and Neymar>>>

neymarlover163 😍😍

richarlison Você e ney devem nos visitar em breve! (You and Ney should visit us soon!)

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PDA GALORE: NEYMAR AND Y/N SPOTTED BACK FROM THEIR TRIP TO BRAZIL

The two Brazilian prodigies, Neymar the illustrious football player and Y/N, the distinguished actress, have arrived back from their spontaneous trip to Brazil. Despite not confirming nor explicitly posting each other on their social media’s, fans (and us alike) believe the two seem to be settling into a profound romantic pairing.

View their romantic photos here.

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❤️💙 & 😴💤

user168889 they definitely don’t care about being private anymore

user146766 maybe they’re just really close friends

ney_marlover NEYMAR!!!!!

thiagosilva 💜

↳ user46567 THIAGO TELL US THE TRUTH

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work, trabalho, work

Y/N_fanpage her lifestyle >>>

user1617798 can’t WAIT to see her new series

user1010 okay… where’s neymar

↳ yourinstagram At home?

↳ user71827278 WDYM?? AT HOMEEE

↳ user78988 WHAT THE-

↳ user676775 IVE BEEN SAYING OMG

↳ Y/N_ney_lover ITS OFFICIALLLLLL

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yourinstagram Feliz aniversário para o amor da minha vida. Eu estava esperando para mostrar ao mundo como você é fofo. (Baby N 🥺). Eu sou seu para sempre. ❤️

Happy birthday to the love of my life. I’ve been waiting to show the world how cute you are. (Baby N 🥺). I’m forever yours. ❤️

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neymarcouncil · 1 year

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Okay, so hear me out, it's always the jealousy imagines that are out there, but what about an imagine where a girl in the medical team or something keeps flirting with neymar and it has been going on for months or something, even tho he is married (to y/n or oc) and he always just never replies cause like, lady there is a ring on my finger, so she just assumes that he is okay with it and never tells his wife, and during a practice or something y/n decided to visit neymar on the way home and she sees that girl and tells her to stop flirting with her husband and the girl is all smug like "are you afraid he's gonna leave you for me" and y/n's like "no, I'm tired of convincing him to not tell your boss to fire you"

I got the idea from this writing prompt, so if you could please add the link in the fic, thank youu ♥️♥️

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{give me imagine's or ff ideas

A simple story

Tw: grammar, people tryna link up

Y/n pov?

It's been an exact year since Neymar proposed to me our relationship has been quite healthy only arumgemts that lasted a few days but we worked it out and Davi hated to see us in disputes I didn't let our little arumgemts to tare us apart of make Davi feel uncomfortable with me in anyway

His family loved me and brought me in like I was a blood he's sister especially loved me the most she treated me like a real sister

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Time skip rn

I woke up to Neymar not in bed but I heard noise's in the kitchen

I got out of bed went to the bathroom to wash my face to get my up

I got out of our room and saw Neymar was cooking for the both of us(you and Davi)

"Chef Neymar what are you making today? You said going to kiss him on the check

"F/F for one of the most important people in my life' he said to you with is casual smile

"Why don't I take over? You might be late for practice" you said to him trying to take the pan

"Fuck I forgot about practice thank you meu amor" he said letting go of the pan and quickly going upstairs

You laughed at him and quickly went to the stove to handle what he was cooking

"How does he forget a whole job just for cooking" I mumbled to myself and continuing to finishing what he was making

"Y/n what are you making" you saw a little boy call out to you, it was Davi

"Oh good morning sweetheart, I'm just finishing what your father was making, "F/F" he said out loud looking at what I was cooking

"Yep, do you like F/F?' I said to him

"I do, is it ready?" He asked me happily

"Yes it is may you go get me plate"

"Of course Y/n" he said rushing to get 3 plates for all of us"

As Davi got the plates and began to place them on the table. I dished for all of us

"There you go love" I said giving Davi the plate "Thank you Y/n" he said going to the TV room to watch his shows while eating

"No problem buddy" I said while a smile on my face

As I covered the two other dishes to go upstairs and check up on Neymar

When you opened the door to your and his shared bedroom you both bumped into each other

'Im sorry you apologized" as he did the same

"Foods ready, Come eat before you go" you said to him with a smile

'Thank you Meu amor"

As you both went down stairs you have Neymar his dish and put yours in the microwave

"You're not eating now?" Neymar said to you in confusion "I'll eat later I'm not that hunger

You said quickly going upstairs to take a shower and get ready

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"Okay, your still here goodbye tho my love" you said giving him a hug around his neck

Neymar got up from his seat getting ready to go to the car when you stopped him

"Where's Davis baby sitter?, You can't leave him, and I'm about to leave for grocerie shopping? alone security isn't enough"

You said to Neymar leaning in the kitchen table

"Oh yeah she'll be here at around 7am "

"Don't worry" he said as he Heard the baby sitter at the door with a knock

"Hello Mr and Mrs I'm sorry I'm a bit early"

"No problem I'll leave the rules at the table call if anything goes wrong byee" Neymar said quickly taking his kit and rushing outside

"Bye Sweetheart" you said to him leaving

"Bye papa" Davi waved to him

You were getting ready to leave and buy groceries for everyone, and maybe buy something for yourself"

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Neymar arrived at the Psg training private era

As Neymar Parked the car and both of you got out

"Finally you made it" Kylian said to him

"Rin has been nagging us to when you were coming, she's so annoying"

"She still hasn't stopped be so clingy to me? That's getting tiring' Neymar said with a sigh

"Have you told Y/n about her?" Kylian

Questioned

"Nah I don't wanna worry her to much about"

"Alright man wish you best of luck" kylisn said they both walked to the training yard

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"Oh my God, Neymar there you are" Rin yelled running to hug Neymar

"I thought you got hurt, never scare me like that"

"I'm fine Rin, and get off me... please" Neymar said in an annoyed tone

"Hey Ney, let's warm up"

"I have to stay with you, imagine you get hurt I could help you, Ney pleaseeeee" Rin cried out to Neymars shoulders "Yea sure whatever"

"Thank youuu Querido" Rin said taking of her jacket

"I'm sorry for not wearing something pleasant or sporty today to maybe help you guys train" Rin said trying to get Neymar's attention

"Wow a doctor wants to work with the team" Neymar said sarcastically

"Okay let's go Neyyy" Rin said going to catch up with Neymar

"On my I don't think I can run anymore I'll go sit down Ney" Rin said with her breath hitching

"Wait may I wear I shirt of yours mine looks a bit to reavling if you mind"

She wined to him

"Will you leave me alone? Then yeah whatever"

"Thank you♡" Rin said walking off to get Neymar's bag and Change as she sniffed the shirt and mumbled to herself

"God your perfect"

I walked out of the changing room just to see a random female sitting and where Neymar's seat was

I walked over slowly to her trying to Guess who she was

"Oh hello Ma'am, are you medical team or something?"

"Oh no, I just came back from somewhere and decided to visit someone"

"And that shirt looks like I've seen it who's is it?" Y/n questioned

"The Neymar jùnior let me wear it" Rin said confidently

"He did? Oh Alright" Y/n said tensely

"What's wrong?"Rin was cut of by Neymar walking by to say give you a hello and and a peck on the check he didn't know you we're coming to visit him

"Oh, your the 'Y/n' huh?"

"Yea, if i may ask how do you know me?" You asked her

"Me and Ney are close thanks to this job so he's been acting like he weird for someone named Y/n, and that's you"

"You're an imbosel going after married men" Y/n said blanky

"Why scared I'll take him from you keep thinking that, we all know it's true"

"No, I'm thinking why hasn't we report you and Leave you in fucking bloody hell, it's a real pity your parents aren't child free you know?"

"Someone's scared I'll take him huh? How cute, that ring on a finger cna always be taken off reminder!"

"And sueing can always be free you know that"

"I feel unwanted by you Y/n so I'll leave bye honet!" Rin Said leaving you pissed already

Later during the day

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Narrator pov

Neymar got injured by his ankle so the medical team had to take a inspection though his whole leg to make sure he was fine

You got a little bit worried from seeing his face in complete pain

"You guys can head out I'll take a look at him" Rin said after they placed him down

"Okay Ma'am" the two doctors lead out of the room leaving you alone with Neymar

"Are you okay Ney, don't worry I'll take care of you♡" Rin said with a glowing smile on her face

"It's just my ankle Rin, Nothing that serious" He argued

"Your a very key player Ney, everything's important you have to take of your shirt for testing"

A sudden knock played out to the door

Sigh "Come in Rin answered annoyed by seeing your figure at the door

"I just came to check if he was okay?'

"Y/n, don't worry I'm fine just an ankle problem'

"You know you're distracting me from working on Him'

"Apologies I'm advance we just really have to go"

"Oh then you'll have to wait... Outside.

"No problem, I just need the key's from his bag"

You quickly grabbed his bag and lead out"

"Okay she's gone now, Shirt off examination time"

Examination over bc I don't know what they do.

"All done, Visit me every morning to check perfectly tho"

"Uh alright thanks"

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"Are you Alright?" You quickly got out of your seat

"Yeah Rin ran some useless Tests but I'm all fine okay?"

"That's great to hear let's go home Davi's babysitter is about to leave

"Wait Ney" You both heard Rin call out

"Your shirt silly how'd you forget? I'll go change quickly"

Rin Changed and gave him back his shirt

"Thank you for leading it to me"

"Yea No problem" You watched the two blanky just walking out of the era and waiting at the car

"Hey Y/n wait up!" Neymar said quickly catching up with you

"What's up with that girl, and getting so close with you?" You questioned getting into the car as he did the same

"Who Rin?, I don't know she's been like that since she got hired"

"And you're not reporting to her boss?"

"I didn't think about it like it doesn't mean I like her"

"Yea but still, she already on my nerves" you said looking out the window as he drove back home

"Look if it makes you feel any better Meu amor, I'll talk to her boss about it Tomorrow"

You remained silent and just simply nodded to his action

The whole trip was silent you didn't want to talk to him thinking he had been okay with her busy flirting with him

You both got home and Davi rushed to hug his father's leg

"hey buddy missed me?" He crouched down to give him a hug too

As soon as you walked into the house Davi slide away from his father's hug to come hug you

"Hey there Davi, how are you" you questioned him and he simply have you a smile

Neymar stood back to his normal height and held your wrists making making you worried

All Davi did was go back to watching TV

You both went upstairs he went to take a shower and you were getting the bed ready

You saw as He got out of the bathroom with his pajamas on

"Y/n do you wanna talk?" He's face seeming worried and guilty

"He sat at the edge of the bed and you were standing Infront of him

"Look Y/n, I'll report her as soon as Tomorrow"

"Why didn't you sooner" you exclaimed

"Because I never really payed much attention to her, I have you"

"That doesn't make it better but I shouldn't be mad or jealous over small stuff I'm sorry"

"It's okay I'm sorry too, are we good?"

"Yeah we're good" you said with a smile Carling up your face

"I see that smile, Come on let's go make dinner" he said getting up and holding your hand

You and Neymar made dinner for You,Him and Davi as soon as you were all done eating you washed the plates and had to take Davi to bed and you both Also went to your shared bedroom

"I think I gonna sleep now good night my love"

You said resting your head on his chest as he switched off the lights and wished you a goodnight

Morning came and Neymar left early then usual even Davi was still asleep you decide to take a bath and get something ready to eat you woke up Davi and he quickly too a shower you gave him he's food and both you headed out of the house

"Y/n am I also coming to see dad?" Davi questioned in the back seat while you were driving

"Yep, I just need to also give him his food is that Alright?"

Davi just nodded going back to play with his iPad

You both reached The psg era you got out of the car and opened Davis door to unbuckle his safety belt

He got out of the car holding your hand but still glued to his device

You walk past to see Rin with a box of medical supplies with her and a fuming expression on her face

"This is all your fault you fucking cunt, don't worry none of this is over be warned."

She said fo you storminess out of the Psg era

"Oh she's fired" you mumbled

You and Davi both Walked out of the era looking for Neymar as you found him coming out of an office room

"I see she's fired, here's you lunch to by the way" you said with a closed eye smile

"Yeah she's fired and there isn't practice today so we can have a whole free day!"

"That's perfect we can finally have a night together" you excitedly

Narrator pov

Neymar decided to leave now as he wanted to spend most of the day with you both of you left psg's training era and decided to relax most of th day and go out at around night time

Davi was already asleep in the car drive so he decided to put him in bed and let him sleep

As you both got home you felt a weight getting lifted from you

"Love, do you think we can get take out today I don't feel like cooking today?"

"Of course, you don't always have to cook Meu Amor"

"I know Davi's already fast asleep so I thought you might be hunger"

"Don't worry about it, let's just get ready"

Neymar ended the conversation with a slight peck on the check

You went into your closet to find a dress/suit to wear

(I don't want to pick for you bc it's Y/n u🤷)

As soon as you found your outfit for you a night with your husband he already had gotten ready before you finished, he was already waiting for for you downstairs you went down as a rush

"You look beautiful as always" Neymar complicated you

"Thank you and you look handsome as always" You complicated him back

"Ready to leave?" "Yep let's head off"

Neymar went to lock Davi's door and the house you waited in the car for him busy scrolling on your phone

As he opened th car door and entered "Alrighty then let's head off"

"You still haven't said where we were going too you know?"

"It's a surprise that's why" he said rolling his eyes

As you just continued scrolling through your phone

You both finally arrived at your detention and you were shocked to see "A club?" You questioned

"No a club I helped you in"

"Oh yeah, but if there's paparazzi following us I'm out"

"There won't I promise" he laughed at you word's

"Alright let's go"

You both went Into the club era trying your best not to be spotted and go to a private line at the party

Just after a few minutes you saw bright flashes and some recorded phones around Neymar

"Are you both official?"

"Neymar you've moved on from bruna?'

"How does it feel being in a relationship with one of the best football players?"

You quickly ran away from them holding Neymar wrists

You both hide under the table and sneaked Into the car

You heard Neymar suddenly laugh

"Oh my GOD what a day" he said in between his laugh's

"Just drive"

"Alright" he said teary from laughing

You both went home you were pissed paparazzi ruined you day with him but he made it up to you by watching a movie and cuddling with each other

End.

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heyy how are you ??? i had an idea for a neymar imagine, maybe yn is a famous singer and they met in like 2014 at the start of their fame and started hooking up and actually secretly fell in love but they had to break up and stuff bc of their busy schedules. then they meet again 8-9 years later when he goes to her concert with the rest of the psg squad and they tease him bc he's in love with her again but yn and him end up happily ever after and are like an it couple now !! its a long request ik , feel free to ignore it 💞💞

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“Like a summer evening under the sun

Oh, darling

And maybe, just maybe

We could fill our memories one by one

Mangoes are candy with you

My donuts and pies need no glazing with you”

You stand in front of your grandmother's restaurant, clutching the microphone in your hand. You've always dreamed of becoming a famous singer, but you know that you have to start small. Luckily, your grandmother has given you the opportunity to sing every Friday night in front of her restaurant. Your passion lies in singing romantic ballads, inspired by the love your Grandmother and Grandfather share. Their bond is pure and timeless, and witnessing it fills you with hope for your own future love story. You close your eyes and begin to sing, pouring your heart and soul into the melody. The audience is small, but their applause is thunderous, and you know that this is just the beginning of your journey to stardom. As you finished singing your final song and thanked the small crowd for their cheers, little did you know that this would be the night that would change everything.

Neymar, a rising soccer star, happened upon your performance while on his way home. The sweet melodies that echoed from your soul drew him in, and he found himself unable to tear himself away. The crowd around you grew insignificant, as his eyes fixated on you and your beautiful features. Your voice enraptured him, leaving him lost in thought as he listened to your songs until the end. Even though he wished it would have never ended. As he made his way home, the memory of your performance stayed with him. Neymar was overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions, his heart skipping a beat in a way he had never experienced before. He tried to shake off the feeling, knowing that his focus should be on futbol. However, the thoughts of you and your beautiful voice lingered, and he found himself daydreaming about the way your eyes lit up seeing the crowd cheer for you, and your beautiful smile across your face. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, but the sparks that flew that night were undeniable and he couldn't resist the pull towards you, even though he has yet to speak with you. His heart raced as he returned to the same spot the next Friday, eagerly hoping to catch another glimpse of you and your voice, and he wasn't disappointed. As soon as he saw you, his heart skipped a beat. He felt nervous and excited all at the same time.

As you begin to sing, the music swirls around Neymar, embracing him in its beauty. Your voice resonates deep within his soul, igniting a fire that only grows stronger with each note. He finds himself entranced by your presence once again, losing himself in the magic you create. The way your lipgloss glistens on your lips while you hold the microphone makes Neymar wish he could feel them against his own, and oh, don't get him started on your beautiful face.

The passion in your performance is undeniable, and Neymar's heart beats faster with each passing moment. The melodies you weave seem to speak directly to him, resonating with dreams and desires he has never dared to acknowledge. He can't help but imagine a life where your voices intertwine in harmony both on and off the stage.

As the final notes of the song linger in the air, you look directly into the crowd. Your eyes land on a pair of hazel eyes, and when you recognize the face they are paired with, you almost don't hold your last note. The moment your eyes meet his, Neymar's heart skips a beat. You quickly look away, finishing your note with a small blush appearing on your face as the crowd erupts in applause. His eyes never leave you as he claps, his admiration and awe shining brightly. He wants to approach you, to tell you how your voice has touched him deeply, but he can't find the words. Instead, he lingers in the crowd, hoping for an opportunity to connect with you.

After the performance, you walk over and grab your small tip jar. Neymar musters the courage to approach you. He catches your eye, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Nervously, he greets you, "Your voice is really beautiful," he says, going straight to the point. As he is now closer to you than before, you can really see his handsome features. You can't tell if it's due to the full moon tonight or what, but he looks as if he's glowing—truly mesmerizing. Hearing him let out a small laugh makes you realize you've been staring at him for a bit without giving a response. You shake your head briefly, letting out a small laugh, "T-Thank you so much," you stutter slightly, not used to someone as attractive as him trying to talk to you. Neymar finds it adorable, causing his smile to widen. He says, "Of course, pretty," biting his bottom lip as if contemplating on saying something. "Hey, are you about to go do something?" You shake your head no. "Would you like to join me for some ice cream?" He points down the street. "There's a street vendor down the street, and his homemade ice cream is amazing!"

As Neymar stands there, awaiting your response, a whirlwind of thoughts collides in your mind. Is this really happening? Are you being asked out right now? It feels like a scene lifted straight from a romantic movie or the pages of a captivating novel. The rush of emotions surges within you, and you pinch yourself inwardly to ensure you're not dreaming. You steady your voice and respond with a composed smile, "Sure, I wouldn't mind. Just give me one moment; I have to let my Grandmother know so she doesn't freak out." He smiles, nodding his head. "Of course, take your time."

You find it hard to believe that you, an ordinary person with dreams and aspirations, are about to embark on an unexpected adventure with someone as incredibly handsome as him. It's a surreal moment that surpasses anything you've ever imagined

You quickly make your way over to your grandmother, who has been observing the interaction from afar. Her eyes twinkle with a knowing look as you share your plans with her. "Grandma, I'm going to get ice cream with a friend. Don't worry, I'll be back soon," you assure her, though your own excitement and uncertainty are evident. She raises an eyebrow cheekily and questions, "A friend, huh?" You feel a blush creep onto your face once again as you hand her your tip jar. "Bye Grandma, I love you," you say with affection. She smiles warmly and replies, "I love you too, baby. Don't be back too late! I may need help preparing Caldo Verde for tomorrow." You nod in agreement as you share a heartfelt hug, feeling her soft kiss on your cheek.

As you make your way back to Neymar, you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. He waits patiently, his gaze fixed on you, and it both thrills and unnerves you. You take a moment to compose yourself, straightening your posture and gathering the courage to face this newfound connection head-on.

"Ready?" Neymar questions with a playful glimmer in his eyes, his smile mirroring your own anticipation. You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement bubbling within you. "Yes, I'm ready," you reply, feeling a surge of butterflies flutter in your stomach. As the two of you begin walking towards the ice cream vendor, a comfortable silence settles between you. The air is filled with a mix of warm summer breeze and the sweet scent of blossoming flowers, creating a picturesque setting for this enchanting encounter. Neymar breaks the silence with a mischievous smirk, "You know, I have a feeling this ice cream is no match for the sweetness of your smile." His playful tone tugs at your heartstrings, and you play along, batting your eyelashes. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to make sure to smile extra sweetly then," you reply, feigning innocence, as a light-hearted teasing dance begins. As you continue walking side by side, the banter between you becomes effortless. Neymar teases you about your favorite ice cream flavors, suggesting that your taste buds might be missing out on the full experience. You counter his playful jabs with witty comebacks, keeping the atmosphere light and carefree. In between the laughter and teasing, you share snippets of your dreams and aspirations, exploring the depths of your personalities with genuine curiosity. Neymar listens intently, his eyes sparkling with amusement and admiration. He peppers the conversation with compliments that make your cheeks flush, but you appreciate the way his words make you feel seen and valued. The ice cream vendor finally comes into view, and Neymar playfully nudges your arm. "Alright, it's decision time. Choose wisely, because I have a feeling my taste buds won't settle for anything less than extraordinary." You playfully roll your eyes, pretending to contemplate your options. "Well, I'll have to find something that matches your extraordinary standards then," you quip back, sharing a mischievous smile. Together, you approach the cart, ready to indulge in the delightful treats it has to offer. As you savor the flavors and continue to exchange playful banter, you can't help but feel a deepening connection forming, one that is built on shared laughter, light-hearted teasing, and the promise of a captivating journey ahead.

Over the next few weeks, the bond between you and Neymar deepened with each passing day. What started as a chance encounter at your grandmother's restaurant blossomed into a whirlwind romance that neither of you could have anticipated. Laughter, shared interests, and stolen glances became the foundation of your connection.

As the days turned into months and the months turned into years, your relationship with Neymar grew stronger. You supported each other's dreams wholeheartedly, and as fate would have it, both of you began to ascend the ladder of fame in your respective careers. Neymar became a household name as a professional heartthrob soccer player, captivating audiences with his skill and charm on the field. Meanwhile, your voice enchanted millions around the world, elevating you to the status of a renowned singer, captivating hearts with your soul-stirring performances. Life seemed perfect. Together, you conquered milestones, basked in the adoration of fans, and reveled in the love that intertwined your lives. But as the demands of fame and the pressures of your individual careers increased, the delicate balance between love and ambition became increasingly challenging to maintain. With Neymar's soccer schedule becoming more demanding, you found yourselves constantly rescheduling dinner dates, postponing moments meant for just the two of you. The promises made in the early days of your relationship were slowly overshadowed by the unrelenting obligations of his profession. Though he tried his best to juggle both his career and your relationship, the constant conflicts began to take a toll on your connection. The realization hit you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore—you and Neymar were slowly drifting apart. The time you once cherished together became fleeting, filled with missed opportunities and unfulfilled promises. It wasn't that the love between you had faded; it was simply suffocated by the relentless demands of fame. After much soul-searching and tearful conversations, you both came to a heartbreaking decision. It was time to let go, to release each other from the expectations and sacrifices that had weighed you down. The breakup was bittersweet, a mixture of pain and gratitude for the beautiful memories you had created together. In the aftermath, you focused on healing and rediscovering yourself as an individual. It wasn't easy, as reminders of Neymar and your past love were scattered throughout your daily life. But as time passed, wounds slowly healed, and you found solace in your music, pouring your emotions into your performances. Years went by, and both you and Neymar continued to rise in your respective careers, reaching new heights of success. The memories of your time together became a part of the tapestry of your lives, lessons learned and cherished moments that shaped you. Sometimes, the universe has its own plans, and the timing just isn't right. Despite the heartache of your breakup, you both emerged stronger and more resilient. And who knows, perhaps one day, when the stars align and destiny weaves its magic, your paths may cross again, reigniting the flames of a love that once burned so brightly.

8 years post breakup -

Yesterday, In the PSG team locker room, the players gathered around as the coach announced the upcoming charity event.

"Listen up, boys," the coach began, his voice commanding attention. "We're hosting a charity event tomorrow, and it's mandatory for all of you to be there. It's going to be a fantastic evening with a live concert, though I'm not sure who the performer is yet. So make sure you're ready to represent PSG and make a difference."

Today, the charity event was in full swing. The venue sparkled with elegance, adorned with dazzling lights and an air of anticipation. Neymar, Messi, and Mbappé, dressed in their dapper suits, found themselves caught up in the excitement as they engaged in a brief interview, capturing the attention of reporters and fans alike.

The interviewer, with a microphone in hand, directed a question towards Neymar. "Neymar, the event tonight is for a noble cause. How do you feel about being a part of it?"

Neymar's eyes lit up with a genuine smile as he replied, "It's an incredible feeling to be involved in such a meaningful event. Giving back to the community is something we all believe in, and to have the opportunity to make a positive impact is truly special."

The interviewer nodded in agreement, then continued, "And there's a lot of speculation about who the surprise live performer is. Any guesses or wishes?"

Neymar chuckled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, but I'm personally hoping for a remarkable singer with a voice that can touch your soul."

Messi and Mbappé joined in the lighthearted banter, playfully speculating on the potential performer, their camaraderie evident in their laughter and easygoing exchange.

As the interview came to a close, Neymar glanced around the buzzing venue, feeling a sense of nostalgia.

Because he didn't want to bring up the subject of you, Neymar has solely avoided concert settings since the breakup, besides from clubs of course. You and him had made the difficult decision to part ways after the breakup, believing that distance and limited contact would help heal the wounds and move on with your lives. The initial separation was challenging for both of you, as the absence of each other's presence left a void that seemed impossible to fill. Neymar, in particular, found it hard to adjust to the new reality of not having you by his side. The nights felt lonelier without your comforting presence, and the routine of sharing his life with you became a bittersweet memory. Six years spent together had forged a deep connection, and it was no easy task to sever those ties completely.

He couldn't help but wonder if fate had a role to play in this event, if there was a chance encounter awaiting him amidst the excitement and the live performance.

Little did Neymar know, the past and present were about to converge in a way he could never have anticipated, igniting a spark of hope and possibility that had long been dormant in his heart.

~Meanwhile, backstage.~

"The stage is set, and the mic is ready," your manager's voice resonates with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As she carefully adjusts your earpiece, you take a deep breath, feeling the surge of anticipation building up inside you. The designer crew hovers around you, their skilled hands putting the final touches on your breathtaking white dress. The delicate lace patterns cascade down its flowing silhouette, accentuating your elegance and radiating an ethereal beauty that perfectly complements your stage presence.

Though the specific details of the event remain unknown to you, you're aware that it's for a charitable cause, reaching a vast audience through the live stream. The whirlwind of your busy tour schedule has left little time for you to delve into the specifics, but the opportunity to contribute to a worthy cause fills you with a profound sense of purpose and joy. As your manager steps away, you catch a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip—a subtle sign of nerves. At first, you assume it's merely her concern for your well-being after the grueling tour, wanting to ensure you don't overexert yourself. Unbeknownst to you, however, she carries a deeper worry in her mind. She's aware of your past with Neymar, knowing that the unexpected encounter with him at this event could awaken dormant emotions and memories. The stage manager signals that it's time to make your entrance. Taking one last glance in the mirror and adding a final touch to your hair, you stride toward the stage. As the curtains part, revealing the dazzling setup, you step forward, your presence commanding the attention of the audience. The spotlight finds you, casting its warm glow upon you, as you raise the microphone to your lips.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Your voice resonates through the air, instantly capturing the attention of the crowd. Gasps of surprise and the sound of hands clapping reverberate throughout the venue, a testament to the unexpected delight of your presence. A warm smile graces your face as you soak in the genuine excitement that fills the room. Taking a moment to appreciate the sea of faces before you, you turn your gaze towards the camera, ensuring that your message reaches not only those in the venue but also the countless viewers joining from afar.

"Tonight, we come together for a cause that holds a special place in my heart." Your voice carries a depth of sincerity, inviting the audience to truly grasp the significance of the moment. You pause for a moment, allowing the words to sink in.

"I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to ChildLifeMatters for the incredible work they do in raising awareness and supporting children in need. Together, we have the power to make a difference, to bring hope and joy into the lives of those who need it most. Tonight, through the universal language of music, we unite in spreading love, compassion, and raising awareness for a brighter future."

The applause swells, filling the room with a wave of appreciation and support. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, but also the strength of the cause that fuels your passion.

Little do you know, the universe has orchestrated a twist of fate for this event, preparing an unexpected reunion with Neymar that lies just around the corner.

"Neymar, hurry up! I am not going to get yelled at by the coach because of you," Marquinhos exclaims, playfully nudging Neymar as he catches him taking yet another selfie. The team is eager to head to the main venue area for the charity event.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Neymar mutters, reluctantly sliding his phone into his back pocket. As he approaches the stage, a flicker of recognition crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. He quickly dismisses the thought, attributing it to his mind playing tricks on him.

Entering the bustling venue, Neymar exchanges greetings with his teammates, their eyes twinkling mischievously as they observe his slightly puzzled expression. Kylian, in particular, nudges his head towards the stage, hinting at something intriguing. Curiosity piqued, Neymar turns around, and in that moment, his heart feels as if it bursts out of his chest.

There you are, standing confidently on the stage, a vision of grace and talent. Mesmerized, Neymar's gaze locks onto you, and a flood of memories rushes back, transporting him to a time when you were once intertwined in each other's lives. The familiar warmth and tenderness resurface, evoking emotions he thought he had long buried.

"Whoa, Neymar, is that your lost love?" one teammate playfully teases, unable to resist the opportunity for some light-hearted banter.

A slight blush colors Neymar's cheeks, but he manages a playful smirk, attempting to brush off the teasing. "Lost love? Nah, just an old friend," he responds, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity.

However, his teammates aren't fooled by his nonchalant demeanor. They exchange knowing glances, their playful expressions betraying their understanding of the emotions swirling within Neymar's heart.

As the banter continues among his teammates, Neymar's attention remains fixated on you, the focal point of the stage. He can't help but be captivated by your presence, the way you command the attention of the audience with every note and movement. It's as if time has stood still, and all that matters in this moment is the magnetic pull between the two of you.

Memories flood Neymar's mind, snapshots of laughter, shared dreams, and stolen glances. He recalls the way your voice used to fill his world with joy, how it resonated deep within his soul. The bond they once shared was unbreakable, and even after all these years, the connection still lingers, refusing to fade away.

Lost in the rush of emotions, Neymar finds himself longing for the chance to rewind time, to rekindle the fire that once burned between you two.

As you found yourself on stage, surrounded by the dreamy backdrop that perfectly complemented the ethereal atmosphere, your heart raced with anticipation. The familiar melodies of the song flowed through your veins, but as your mouth opened to sing the first note, your voice momentarily faltered. Your eyes locked with Neymar, a magnetic connection that transcended the sea of faces in the crowd. It felt as if time stood still, and in that moment, memories flooded back, crashing over you like a wave. Images of laughter, shared moments, and the love you once held together washed over your mind. The depth of emotion in Neymar's gaze mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but offer him a small, knowing smile—a silent acknowledgment of the bond you once shared. You start singing,

“ I never thought you'd be the one

To hold my heart

I never knew I'd think of you

Each time that we're apart

Each Day

I'll be the one missing your face

And all that you are

Save me

I promise I'd stay here by your side

And I know from the start

When I look into your eyes

I know that I'm mesmerized

Baby

Just hold me

When you're here I realized

I'll be the one to testify

Baby

Say that you're mine tonight.”

With every word that poured out of your soul, you poured your heart out to the world, including Neymar. The lyrics resonated with the depths of your emotions, speaking to the love that still lingered within. You were unafraid to let your eyes linger on Neymar, disregarding the curious glances from the crowd who assumed your gaze was lost among the many faces. Neymar, however, knew. He felt the intensity of your gaze, and his heart raced in response.

But soon, you broke the enchanted connection, letting your eyes wander across the sea of faces before you. The crowd erupted in applause, their appreciation evident. You couldn't help but steal glances at the cameras, ensuring that your performance reached those watching through the live stream, while still cherishing the shared moments with the live audience.

In that moment, the stage became a place where the past intertwined with the present, where your music became a conduit for unspoken emotions, and where destiny gently guided your paths to intersect once again.

As the melody of your voice fills the air, Neymar's heart beats in sync, each note igniting a flicker of hope within him. He wonders if you still remember the love you two shared, if the memories that haunt him also linger within you. The desire to reach out, to bridge the gap between them, grows stronger with every passing second.

But for now, Neymar remains rooted in his seat, a swirl of emotions beneath his composed exterior. He continues to watch, mesmerized by your performance, caught in a bittersweet symphony of longing and admiration. The teasing remarks from his teammates fade into the background, as all that matters is the connection he shares with you, a connection that time and distance could never truly erase.

As you continued to serenade the crowd with several more enchanting songs, the energy in the venue soared. The atmosphere crackled with excitement as your voice resonated through the air, captivating hearts and inspiring generous donations for the charitable cause. You effortlessly engaged with the audience, sharing smiles, laughter, and heartfelt moments that deepened the connection between you and your fans.

After the fifth song, you took a moment to address the crowd once again, expressing your gratitude for their support and encouraging them to embrace the upcoming performance by the next artist. The spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating the stage for the next singer, and you stepped aside, basking in the sense of accomplishment that washed over you.

As you made your way backstage, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts consumed your mind. Neymar's presence had awakened a dormant flame within you, stirring a mix of nostalgia, curiosity, and a hint of longing. Memories of your time together intertwined with the energy of the performance, leaving you with a bittersweet yearning for what once was.

Meanwhile, as soon as you exited the stage, Neymar's teammates seized the opportunity to playfully tease him. Their mischievous grins and banter revolved around your beauty and their supposed attempts to secure your phone number. Their intentions were light-hearted, aimed at evoking a hint of jealousy in Neymar, but his response was measured and composed.

Neymar, briefly acknowledging their teasing, gracefully brushed it off with a confident smile and a witty remark. Deep down, however, his heart raced, urging him to find you once more. He swiftly excused himself from the camaraderie of his teammates, determined to catch up with you and unravel the feelings that had reawakened in his soul.

As Neymar dashed through the backstage corridors, his mind focused on the mission at hand—to find you, to bridge the gap of time and space, and to confront the emotions that swirled within both your hearts. Destiny beckoned, weaving its intricate tapestry, and the next chapter of your intertwined journey was about to unfold.

As Neymar hurried through the backstage area, his heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and hope. He navigated the bustling corridors, occasionally catching glimpses of familiar faces and hearing snippets of conversations that heightened his eagerness to find you.

Finally, he spotted you standing in a quieter corner, your back turned to him as you engaged in a conversation with one of the event organizers. Neymar's steps faltered for a moment, his gaze fixated on your figure, taking in the way you held yourself with poise and grace. The years apart had done nothing to diminish your magnetic presence.

Summoning his courage, Neymar approached you, his voice laced with a mix of hesitance and sincerity. "Excuse me," he interjected, capturing your attention as the event organizer excused themselves. As you turned to face him, your eyes widened in surprise, a myriad of emotions dancing in their depths.

There was a brief pause, as both of you stood there, speechless, caught in the gravity of the moment. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space. Neymar's eyes searched yours, finding a familiar connection that reignited the sparks of the past.

"I... I don't even know where to begin," Neymar admitted, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Seeing you up there on stage, it brought back so many memories, so many feelings. It's like time stood still for a moment." You were at a loss for words, so you remained silent. Of course, you shared that sentiment, but for some reason, you refrained from saying anything.

As the weight of the shared history hung in the air, Neymar took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of sincerity and longing. "I've thought about this moment countless times, wondering if we would ever have a chance to reconnect. Seeing you here tonight, it's like a dream come true."

Your eyes met his, shimmering with a hint of apprehension and yearning. "Neymar, I never imagined I would see you again like this. It's been so long, and yet... the emotions, the memories, they're still so vivid……"

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of Neymar's lips as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Time may have passed, but my feelings for you never faded. I've carried a piece of you with me all these years."

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling the weight of his words echoing in your heart. The realization of the enduring connection between you filled the space between you, drawing you closer, as if the universe had conspired to reunite your souls.

"I've missed you," you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice matching Neymar's.

His eyes softened, conveying a profound tenderness. "I've missed you too, more than words can express. Life took us on different paths, but my heart never stopped yearning for the love we shared."

As the world continued to buzz around you, the shared moment felt timeless, cocooned in its own universe. It was as if the echoes of the past intertwined with the possibilities of the future, offering a second chance for love to unfold.

"I want to make things right this time," Neymar said, his voice filled with determination. "Let's start anew, together. Of course, we will start off slow. But Baby, I will be such a fool to lose you again.”

A surge of hope washed over you, igniting a spark within. With a smile that reflected both forgiveness and a willingness to embrace the unknown, you replied, "Yes… I think…. I would like that very much."

In that moment, as the world continued to swirl around you both, Neymar and you embarked on a journey of reconciliation and rediscovery. With hearts open to love's infinite possibilities, you stepped forward, ready to rewrite your story, guided by the enduring bond that fate had rekindled.

"Are you doing anything after this?" Neymar's voice carries a playful lilt, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Your head shakes in response, a smile spreading across your face, mirroring his infectious joy.

"Great. Well, there's this ice cream vendor I know just up the street we could go to," he suggests, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes reflecting the memories of your early encounters. Laughter dances in the air as you playfully hit his chest, a gentle reminder of the playful banter that once defined your connection.

Neymar chuckles, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "What? I'm serious!" His smile widens, his eyes shining with warmth and sincerity. The familiarity of his words resonates deeply, reminding you of the carefree moments you shared when your love story was just beginning to unfold.

A gentle teasing remark escapes your lips. "You are such a dork," you playfully chide, finding solace in the comfort of his arms. As you wrap your arms around his chest, leaning your head against his heartbeat, a sense of serenity envelops you.

With graceful tenderness, Neymar tightens his embrace, a silent promise not to let go. In that moment, as the world continues to spin around you, you revel in the joy of rediscovered love, knowing that this time, you and Neymar will create new memories, hand in hand, embracing the dorkiness, laughter, and love that define your extraordinary journey together.

You and Neymar continue to chat, relishing in the familiar comfort and the excitement of a renewed connection. Time slips away effortlessly as you share stories, laughter, and dreams for the future. However, as the event draws to a close, the demands of the evening pull you both in different directions. With a promise to reconnect, you exchange heartfelt goodbyes, knowing that this time, it won't be long before your paths intertwine once again. As you part ways, a sense of anticipation lingers, each step carrying the promise of a future filled with love, happiness, and shared adventures.

True to your word, you begin to rebuild the bridge between you. Messages and calls become more frequent, filled with laughter, shared memories, and a genuine curiosity about each other's lives. Slowly but surely, the distance that once separated you begins to shrink, making way for a blossoming bond that refuses to be ignored.

In the months that follow, your connection deepens and evolves. Dates are filled with laughter, stolen glances, and the sweet nostalgia of rediscovered love. Each moment spent together feels like a beautiful reunion, as if fate has brought you back together to create a love story even more extraordinary than before.

As news of your rekindled romance spreads, Brasil can't help but celebrate the return of their beloved "it" couple. And with every passing day, your bond grows stronger, fortified by the lessons learned from your past and a shared commitment to prioritize each other. Together, you build a foundation of trust, support, and unwavering dedication, creating a love that withstands the tests of time and captures the hearts of millions.

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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 / • 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆, 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 (𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁, 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴) 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 + 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴.

𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠/𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

“𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦…𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…”

smiling in the mirror as i applied the rest of my lip gloss, before backing up, looking at my dress, just taking in how fine i looked.

i looked so good.

as i fixed my dress, i walked out of the bathroom, until i was met downstairs by someone helping neymar with his suit tie, as i examined his whole outfit…

wet as hell you should say.

“excuse us.” Neymar dismissed his stylist as i stood at the end of the stairs, snatching my eyes off of him, to make it look like i wasn’t staring…

i can’t help but to stare, he’s so fine.

but that’s my best-friend, well. that title flew out the window when we did one night…have drunk sex, and it was intentional…but it was the best night of my life.

the way his ass made me scream, moan and beg, i was surprised nobody filed a noise complaint…and I still think about that day.

us just sneaking around with no strings attached, due to the media, but i could care less.

but i actually did care.

i always caught feelings and it was a burden wearing on me, like how could i tell him…i really love him? after all these years.

“não aja como se eu não tivesse pego você olhando para mim me vestindo, amor.” neymar smirked, before lifting my head up with his finger. [don't act like i didn't catch you looking at me getting dressed, love.]

it’s so sexy when he speaks his own language…let alone english..

“você não viu nada.” i smirked, as i leaned in, before i kissed his lips, but only neymar deepening it… [you didn’t see nothing]

tongue and all.

i could swallow his face in one…because, it’s something about him.

we both been so busy with shit, we barely got to “sneak” with each other…im just missing his touch…his hands all over my body.

“okay! okay! stop it before we get caught…” i smiled, as my face was just lit up with him caressing me and kissing me everywhere, even on my neck…

“mnm...este vestido está me deixando louca...deixe-me tirá-lo de você. um tempo...” neymar whispered, begged in my ear, before kissing amongst it, causing me to get lost in the pleasure. [mnm...this dress is driving me crazy...just let me take it off of you. one time...]

this shit felt so damn good…

“p-papi! íamos ser pegos! pare com isso.” i muttered in his ear, feeling his hands slide up down the entrance, playing with my panties. [“we were going to get caught! stop this." ]

“shhh…just jump for me.” neymar looked at me, wrapping his hands around my ass, helping me to sit on the table.

“no! i can’t…oh fuck.” i threw my head back before i felt my eyes roll back…just disappearing in the back of my skull, this shit was euphoric.

his thumb rubbed my folds up and down in slow, circular movements, before his face was inches apart from yours, just teasing you.

“fala comigo princesa, assim mesmo com esses seus lindos gemidos...” those words rolled off of his tongue like magic, just staring at me throughout the whole encounter. [“talk to me princess, just like that with those pretty moans of yours..."]

eye contact made me fold with so much ease.

“q-quit teasing me papi…” i breathed out, feeling my body jolt at the movements speeding up, before my words got cut off with a loud moan, before we heard a voice in the distance.

neymar taking his fingers from under my dress as his fingers were wet, covered in my juices before slowly smirking, smacking the side of my thigh, catching my attention.

“suck.” neymar demanded, before i grabbed his wrist, swirling my tongue all around his fingers as the tension rose between me and him…it was nothing but pure bliss.

before releasing, he groaned softly, leaving a string of spit, before biting my lip…talk about a interrupted quicky.

“we have to go ney!” his manager loudly reminded as he looked back me, before kissing my lips, helping me down and fixing my dress.

such a gentlemen.

“vamos terminar esta sessão mais tarde, amor.” neymar smirked, before he grabbed my hand, walking out with me to his event. [“let's finish this session later, love.”]

this was gonna be a good night.

a solid two hours at the event, i took pictures and smiled and gave it my all as neymar seemed to be doing the same, just having fun.

but his eyes never left me at all, dropping a item, i bent over to pick it up, slightly seeing my dress slide up, revealing my thin stringed panties, causing me to mentally smirk.

i knew he was watching…so why not make him beg for it? and tease him while we’re at it. to make the night a bit interesting…

neymar was in a trance all night, just plainly looking at me all night…

he just wanted to touch you again…just seeing your dress slide up..turned him on even more.

i was reserved at a sitting table from behind neymar, who was still staring at me as i made small talk with my makeup artist, as everyone greeted and hugged each other.

before you could retaliate, your makeup artist excused herself to the bathroom, feeling wet lips kissing my cheek, catching me off guard like hell-

“ney!-stop it-” i gasped as he kissed both sides of my neck, making me flutter eyes in satisfaction, before his hands sat around my waist again, hearing him groan in every kiss he made…my plan must be working.

“mnm…you smell so good.” neymar spoke against your neck, hitting your sweet spot…let me stop before a tape airs, because he’s not gonna stop…but this felt tooo good.

“papi, we’re in a public placeee…and that’s my sweet s-spot…” i struggled to spit out, but came out a jumbled moans in between.

ouuu he knows what he’s doing to me…

“você esteve me provocando a noite toda princesa... e este vestido está me deixando louca pra caralho e você sabe disso...” neymar whispered, kissing trails against your neck again before kissing onto your ear, his hands feeling all up and down my body… [you’ve been teasing me all night princess...and this dress is driving me fucking crazy and you know that...]

i completely snapped out of it because the event was over, but it was still people here…let me stoppp.

“i know but you kissing on me like this and there’s people around.” i bit down in my lip before i felt him lightly kissing and sucking at certain spots on my neck, causing me to moan, but only for him to hear.

“that’s why im saying…let’s go back to my house, i wanna see this dress around your ankles amor.” as his kisses intensified, causing me to smile at that idea…just persuading me so easily…

thank god no one really was near.

oooo child.

“that sounds good, papi…how about you do the honors? “ i responded, a slick response as it made neymar released his lips away from my neck before neymar grabbed my hand.

“that sounds good baby.” neymar agreed, him watching you walk out after him as he slapped your ass, making you jump.

guess this was another good night…

heyy! y’all know i gotta thank y’all for the support, i seen u wanted more and stuff so my requests are mostly closed until i get situated!

but let me know how i did! and thanks to @bnksisre for the idea y’all 😩!

lmk if i did good! 🥺

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luvneymar · 1 year

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(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You & Neymar both were booked for a suggestive underwear photoshoot, the only problem? You both hate each others guts.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

NOTE: any examples doesn’t not represent the race, body type or skin-tone of the female lead.

— “Yes! Just like that! A bit more slutty and you’ll be perfect!” The casting director yelled at you from the background of your Calvin Klein campaign, You laughed hearing the last part as you posed on the set strutting your body in different ways.

In the recent years of you becoming a rising star in both the athletic world & the modelling world you’ve been booked & busy with these kinds of activities & activities. The one thing that sold the most was your partner shoots with another male athletes or actors.

The first time it happens it was by total accident when the director doubled booked 2 models at the same time but seeing how much money it brought in for you & the companies, you had to basically expect for some handsome famous guy to come & sweep you off your feet.

As you were posing the casting director stopped the photographer as he walked onto the set to whisper something into your ear,“Darling you know how much I love your smile but, we don’t need it here. Look fierce! Look alive! Look sexy!”

He begun to adjust your facial expression by pulling your bottom lip out just a bit to create a naughty but nice type of pout along with curling your eyelashes a bit more to make them look “doe-y” at one angle then “siren-y” the next.

Once he backed away and resumed the shoot you took his advice & begun to pose is much more suggestive ways; ways that your mother would’ve smacked you for if she saw the magazine you’d be front & center in.

“Lovely! That’s what I’m looking for!” He yelled out waving his hands around in an attempt to hype you up.

Soon the flashes stopped as he turned to the photographer looking at the photos he took to approve them, he sent an approval nod his way signalling the standby staff to clear the set & hand you a robe.

As you walked off the casting director engulfed you into a hug patting the back of your head, “You did great today, your next set is in your change-room. As you know that’ll be your collaborative project. Get excited”

You both exchanged cheek kisses before your waddled to change-room feeling exposed & quite cold actually. As you opened the door you immediately searched for the clothes you were going to wear.

Except you only found a pair of pants & the iconic Calvin Klein underwear, not a shirt in sight. You begun to look around trying to see if your shirt was misplaced. Or at-least a bra; you never signed up for a topless shoot.

“My set missing a—!” As you walked out of the change-room holding the “outfit” you were supposed to wear you locked eyes with non other than— Neymar Junior. Neymar fucking Junior.

The Neymar Junior who broke your nose in Secondary School, The Neymar who cut your hair in middle school, The Neymar Junior Santos who tripped you in the halls. That Neymar Junior.

“He’s the super hot athlete? Oh, just kill me now.” You yelled out throwing your arms in the air as you spun your heels speed walking towards your change room grabbing your manager by the arm digging your nails into his arm.

As you slammed the door you shoved him into the couch throwing the clothes on the table as you flopped down beside him, “Seriously? Seriously! You hyped this up so much I thought I was gonna do a shoot with the Stephen Curry.”

“Just listen—” He tried to explain, you slammed your finger onto his mouth signalling him not talk as you shook your head side to side very slowly with an evil scowl on your face.

“I’m having a moment here! I specially said anyone but him! Did you know he broke my—!” You explained flailing your arms in the air as you fell over on the couch resting your head on the armrest.

“Yes I know you’ve told the story a million times and more, to be fair you weren’t all the kind to him either.” He cut you off as he stood up from the couch, “I tried to reason with them but you both are very popular on the internet. You even have fanclub—”

“Ew! Don’t even mention that to me. I’ll just suck it up & hold my breath till I die on set & blame him for 1st degree murder.” You grumbled swinging your legs off the couch as you sat back up staring right at the wall blankly.

“Your loss. I personally think he’s kinda cute—!”

“Get out!” You shrieked throwing your pillow at him as he rushed out of the room laughing at your reaction. You got up & begun pacing around the room chewing on your thumb nail as you pondered about how you could even do this.

You weren’t even worried about Neymar as much as you were worried about your long-term boyfriend Lucas Paqueta seeing this. You half naked pressed against another man; his best friend according to the concept photos you were given.

“I’ll just explain it to him later. He knows how much I hate him anyways!” You took a deep breath shaking off any negative thoughts you had lingering in your mind as you begun to get dressed.

It didn’t take long since all you had to put on was a pair of underwear, jeans, & a pair of nipple covers. Thankfully they ate last provided you with that seeing as how you felt as if you were about to film a porno.

You walked towards the mirror hands held on your breasts as you looked up and down at your attire embarrassed look melted onto your face. “Neymar Junior is going to see my boobs.” You muttered out, in disbelief.

“Neymar Junior is going to see, my boobs! As you took in the fact you begun to laugh uncontrollably at the irony of the situation, your arch enemy since your birth is going to be touching your boobs; a place only a select few were even allowed to see.

You wiped the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes due to excess laughter as you pulled out of your phone from your pocket feeling it vibrate from a text that read.“We’re ready for you.”

You sighed saying a small prayer before walking out of the change-room hands covering your chest, as the shoes you were wearing made noise the casting director along with Neymar turned their heads to look at you. “Woman of the hour!”

“Yeah.” You nervously chuckled as you slowly made your way to the edge of the set, despite taking literal baby steps you made it there in a shorter time than you’d like, as you stood there staring straight ahead right past Neymar’s eyes that didn’t leave your body.

“Did you look at the concept photos?” The casting director asked you as you completely zoned out all the background noises, your heart begun to pound as you took in that this was really happening.

“Yeah I did.” You muttered out as you turned your head slowly towards the director awkward smile on your face as you felt Neymar’s gaze being branded onto your skin.

“Well we’re scrapping that one, this is what the first pose will be.” The casting director handed you a photo face down already making you suspicious, when you flipped the photo your eyes nearly flew out of your sockets.

“What the fuck is this!” You whispered shouted in disbelief as to what you were seeing, not only were you going to be literally topless, Neymar’s head was going to be resting: on your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were going to be resting on your ass. “We are not filming a porno! You’ve gotta change this now.”

“This is what is going to sell. It sold back then it’ll sell now. Come one darling, just this once. For me.” He pleaded with you grabbing you by your shoulders.

“No! Not unless you pay me millions! Even if you can You’re gonna owe me. Big time. largely.” Hearing that the director smiled at you before ushering you onto the set where you stood awkwardly beside Neymar who had a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright places everyone.”

Once you heard that you grit your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows as you eased onto the floor of the set, you hesitated before crawling into Neymar’s lap hands hovering just centimetres away from his waist with him doing the same cringing away from your body.

Just before the photographer begun to take photos the director begun to yell once again,“Ugh no no no! Hands on her waist, hands on his waist, look seductive, look like you want to fuck each other!”

You grew goosebumps just hearing that as you muttered under your breath “ew”, you rolled yo ur eyes looking away from Neymar’s annoyed gaze, “This is an underwear company! you’re advertising underwear! hands off your sides and pose!”

“Don’t think I’m enjoying touching your repulsive body, I’m doing this because I have too.” He muttered under his breath emphasizing the “repulsive” making your skin crawl.

“Your breath stinks.” You replied pinching him in his side as hard as you could, seeing him wince in pain gave you a weird boost of satisfaction, as you both bickered with the occasional pinch coming his way you both tuned our the director till he yelled.

“I’m not paying you both millions to look like constipated scorpions! Positions! Now!” He yelled out using the paper in his hand to fan his forehead which was sweating quite heavily, hearing him be so angry out of nowhere frightened you enough to relax just enough to look natural.

Once you both had relaxed easing into each other the rest of the set had gone smoothly with minimal arguing from both of your sides; especially your side since you were quite literally topless. “Wonderful Job guys! Your cheque’s will be emailed to you shortly.”

Once the set was clearing out you stood there waiting for your robe to be handed to you as you shivered, the studio was a lot colder than you had realized. As you were standing around you noticed Neymar hadn’t left quite yet & he was looking a bit red.

“Ew, Are you blushing? I know I have great boobs, but no need to get embarrassed y’know? I’m sure your girlfriend—”

“My God, Will you just shut up?” Neymar shouted at you as he begun to scratch his skin, little blotches of red begun to show on his skin— not that you’d notice them of course.

“Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up? Do you want me to rip your jaw off? Or did you forget who you were talking too? You turned your body to face him as you looked him up & down with disgust & annoyance in your eyes.

As you were cussing him out you didn’t even notice he hadn’t given you a snarky response back or just pushed pasted you like he always did confusing you, as you took a closer look at him you noticed he was developing a skin rash; hives.

“What the fuck? What type of rash are you developing?” You asked as you backed away wrapping your robe around your body tightly, watching him scratch his body frantically grossed you out enough to just leave the set & go back to your change-room.

Just before you were able to set foot into your room you heard a loud boom, along with a shriek alarming you greatly. As you rushed towards the noise you were met with Neymar breathing heavily on the floor with his assistant all over him trying to find out what was wrong.

A crowd gathered around him as some people were calling the ambulance while others were helping in anyway they could, as you stood there looking at him try to take in a breath you spun your heels turning back to your room.

“What the absolute fuck is going on?” You muttered out backing away from the crowd as you slipped back into your change-room slamming the door before locking it, you slid down the door trying to figure out why that was happening.

As you wondered it had finally hit you, recently you were gifted a body-care set that was based upon real strawberries giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them.

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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.

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.

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.

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a-very-bored-blogger · 1 year

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Overworked (Neymar X Fem!Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is a barista in a local coffee shop that Neymar frequently goes to, often serving him coffee in the morning. One day, after a hard day of practice, a nice Sunday morning where Neymar jogs to see a tired, and dizzy (y/n) who passes out, helping her out at his mansion, only to receive a kiss from a hazy (Y/N). Reader is around 20-26.

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“One Americano for Neymar!” The girl screamed out as she put down a cup of steaming hot americano, flat on the mahogany desk of the coffee shop she works at. (Y/N) is a university student, coming from (country name), starving and broke as she got a half scholarship to a local Parisian university. In order to balance her student debt, and overhead expenses, the girl works in the Saint La Maxine coffee shop, located right outside Rue De Rivoli street, in a small alleyway.

The girl often stumbles into the football player at her morning shift, dashing and surprisingly nicer than she expects, often greeting her and chatting with her regarding his struggles in the club, while waiting for his standard order of an Americano. The Brazilian would always make sure to tip extra, often receiving comments from (y/n) herself for being ‘too generous’, to which the man would often say something like ‘anything for my favorite barista’, leaving the store with a smirk.

Today was one of those days, except it wasn’t so normal.

The (h/c) girl was cleaning up the shop, arranging tables and chairs, her eyes looking up at the hazel coloured clock on top of the coffee machine, reading out 7AM. She huffed for a bit, tired from the lack of sleep from writing her essay from the night before.

“He must be here in around 30 minutes from now, unless he’s taking out his morning jog.” The girl thought to herself, moving out to the back to start grinding the coffee beans to start the day.

She averted her gaze towards the grand mahogany door as she hears the jingle made by the bell, Sandy blonde coloured streaks flowed through as Neymar Jr steps inside the coffeeshop, dressed in some sweatpants, and a blue coloured running jersey with some wet jogging shoes.

“Hey! Watch it! Your shoes are gonna get the whole place wet!” (y/n) says jokingly, laughing a bit as the shoes squeaked from the moisture, the wooden floor slowly getting darker from all of the miscellaneous puddle water.

“Sorry, mina! It was raining last night so the streets were typically a bit muddy.” the player said with his signature sterling smile. He walks to the counter, and drops 20 euros in the tip jar before tapping the counter twice, the girl knowing full well what it means.

“Coach wasn’t treating me too well yesterday, so I am a bit tired, mina. The Brazilian said, letting out a soft chuckle.

Meanwhile, the girl felt her stomach growl a bit. Her eyes were getting sleepy as her vision started to become more hazy, before the girl blinked twice to awaken herself from her mini daydream. It was as if she had a blank stare, tiredness and stress overtaking her body bit by bit.

“Mina, are you okay?” Neymar asked. The girl blinked once, and twice, before feeling a sense of tiredness taking over her body. Her vision starts to see small sparkles of silver, before encompassing her body to feel heavier, her vision getting darker, as the girl fell with a loud thud.

White light enters the room as the girl wakes up in a comfortable bed. White and gray line surrounding the bed sheets as (y/n) laid on what she swears is the most comfortable bed she has ever laid on.

The girl looked around before hearing a hurdle of footsteps getting louder and louder. Before being able to process anything, she felt a set of arms around her neck and body. The brief smell of sandalwood and cinnamon greeted her nose. Her arms returned the favor and after a while, she let go.

“Thank god you’re good. I was worried, (Y/N)!” The man gasped, holding her hand tightly in relief.

The girl looked around and saw a beautiful white room, with a nice view of the field as well as the illumination of the city lights. Her eyes blink a couple of times. The girl felt refreshed, entirely refreshed. “Neymar, where am I?” The girl asked.

“(Y/N), you were making my cup and you…passed out. I brought you here to my place because, well, I don’t know where you lived.” The player replied, looking at the gorgeous eyes of (y/n)’s. Her eyes got bigger.

“Oh my, I don’t know how to say thank you, but thank you. Am I being too inconvenient for you?” The girl asked, her eyes brimmed to the fill of worry. The man’s eyes filled those of happiness as he gave her a warm smile.

“Look, it’s no problem. It makes me happy to take care of you. What happened? How did you pass out?” The man asked, a look of concern. The girl looked down, a sight of embarrassment and disappointment in herself in failing to take care of herself. She felt embarrassed, having to inconvenience a football player, nay, Neymar out of all people.

“I had an essay last night and I wanted to take a day off today but Lauren, my boss, told me to come and if not, I will be fired. Well, I guess I’m getting fired anyway since I collapsed at my job anyways.” The girl said. The Brazilian's face was filled with concern.

“Meu amor, I mean (y/n)-” Neymar said only to be interrupted.

“Stop right there. Did you just call me your love?” The girl asked, her eyebrows raising a bit. She cannot believe it. One of the best football players in the world has a crush on her and she had never realized until now.

“I mean you’re the only one that treats me like a human being, not Neymar. I feel like I’m able to be normal around you. Why do you think I always come at 7:30?” (y/n)’s eyes widened in surprise, holding a hand on her lips to cover her shocked expression, alongside her pink cheeks. Her mind is swirling, going right and left all over the place.

“I…….” were the only things that were able to come out of her lips, expression utterly shocked.

Neymar smiled gently, looking into her (e/c) coloured eyes before brushing a hand towards her cheek tenderly, using his other hand to rub circles on her palm before tipping his head a little, kissing her passionately on the lips. The girl sunk into the kiss, ecstasy on her mind. Her lips moved together in rhythm before getting closer to his body.

Breaking out, she takes a deep breath before smiling and fluttering her eyes at him.

“Do you have any practice today?” the barista asked, worried about the star’s busy schedule.

He squeezed (y/n)’s hand a bit tighter, only to reply. “No, today is my day off. Plus, I would rather be spending it with you.” Neymar replied smiling, before giving a chaste kiss on the girl’s head before bringing her body back to bed, holding it while giving her gentle headpats.

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#1. NEYMAR: Bitter taste

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have been dating for only a few months when there were rumours about you being on vacation with your ex.

WARNINGS: angst

PAIRING: Neymar x female reader

Neymars POV:

Impossible. This can't be real. She would never do that. She loves me. I kept looking at the pictures and videos Y/N's ex posted on instagram a few days ago. She told me she'd be on vacation with her mother, but seemingly my fans knew better. They found recent pictures of her and her ex in Malta. I couldn't take my eyes off those pictures and stories. Pictures and videos of them at the beach together, clubbing, hugging, even kissing. Of course these images went viral instantly. Everyone was talking about how the "former playboy" Neymar Jr. got cheated on himself this time. Some people called it my karma, saying I deserved it. Others wished Y/N death in the comment section. But me? I felt nothing, pure emptiness. No emotions, no feelings. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Looking at her in these photos, I couldn't even recognize her as the woman I loved so much. She seemed so different. Her facial expressions, her gestures, her whole behavior. Who is she? Have I been really giving my all to someone I didn't actually know at the end of the day?

"Sinto muito irmão", Cris, one of my closest friends, texted me [I'm very sorry, bro]. Obviously he heard about the news already. I didn't even have the power or nerve to respond.

I was sitting outside on the terrace. It was about 8pm and Y/N was supposed to get here in about two hours. In those eight months we were together we have never been apart from each other for so long. We always managed to at least see each other at the weekends. Now she has been gone for three weeks and to be honest, I didn't even want her to come back. Thinking about how jealous she always used to be, how scared she was of losing me, and now it was her I saw in the arms of someone else.

I walked around the apartment, trying to find something to distract myself. The bottle of red wine I planned to drink with Y/N tonight caught my eye finally. Sinking into the couch I opened the bottle and couldn't stop myself from taking one sip after another. My family and friends called and texted me non-stop, reaching out to make sure I was alright, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. I switched my phone off and continued gazing at the TV that wasn't even on. All I saw was my reflection, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine in my hands. Like a damn fool.

Soon enough, the second bottle was opened and I started feeling a little tipsy. No, I can't be here when she arrives. I can not stand looking or talking to her now. "Hey Kylian, what's up? Wanna go out tonight?", I called him after switching on my phone again, ignoring all the messages and missed calls. "Do you really think it’s a good idea to go out clubbing? Y/N will be there soon, you should probably talk it out", he replied.

"This is exactly what I don’t want and need. I've been sitting here overthinking it all for hours now. I need some distraction." It was clear to me that Kylian wasn't thrilled, but in the end, he agreed to get some drinks with me.

Y/Ns POV:

I could barely hold back a squeal of happiness the moment I opened the door to Neymars house. Three weeks without him felt like a year to me. I never thought I would miss someone so much.

Why are all the lights turned off? Weird. I expected him to wait for me, but didn't think of anything bad as I assumed he probably fell asleep on the couch, but no, he didn't. The only thing I saw were two empty bottles of red wine and a third one open. I laughed to myself "He really couldn’t wait and got drunk before I even arrived, hm?" Being sure that he already dozed off in the bedroom, I entered quietly, only to find the room empty. I slowly started worrying. Where the hell was he? What was going on? Is this another one of his stupid pranks? I tried to switch on my phone to see if he texted me anything, but the battery was dead. As I was looking for a charger, I noticed a little note at the side of my bed and picked it up.

I hope you had a great vacation with (your ex's name). Pack your stuff and be gone by tomorrow morning.

What the fuck? Where did this come from? My heart was racing, I started panicking. "Come on, come on, come on", I said as I tried to turn on my phone once more. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I finally was able to type in my code. I tried calling Neymar, but as expected, he didn't pick up. After the probably 7th call I decided to check if he posted something on his instagram story, revealing where he would be or what he was doing. He didn’t post anything, but Kylian did. He was out with Neymar, in some kind of club. Suddenly I got a text from my best friend. "Uhm, why is (your ex's name) posting pictures of you two together? Aren’t these old?" What did he do? I knew he never liked seeing Neymar and me together, but making up rumours?! For what? Did he really think I'd go back to him after he tried to destroy my relationship?

I searched (your ex's name) up on instagram and was in shock. He indeed posted pictures and videos of us together in Malta from a year ago. I scrolled through the comments. Some people were making of Neymar, saying he deserved to get played after everything he has allegedly done to women. But most of them wished me death, stating they expected me to cheat, I am so fake, I never loved Neymar but his money and fame only.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks as I sat down on the bed. How could he ever think I would actually cheat on him? Didn’t I show how much I loved him? Wasn’t I doing enough for him and our relationship? Glancing at the note he wrote once more, I shook my head. I wouldn’t just leave him like this. Not for some stupid cheating rumours.

Neymars POV:

I decided to spend the night at Kylians house, giving Y/N the opportunity to leave before I'd get home. Normally, going out with friends and drinking always distracted me for at least a few hours, but it didn’t help me at all last night. Quite the opposite even. My eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying. My throat was burning due to the amount of alcohol I drank.

Entering the house I could still smell her fragrance. I took a deep breath, knowing this was the last time I would be "that" close to her. Looking around I realised there really wasn’t any of her belongings, meaning she most probably read the note and left like I told her to. "Oh shit", I whispered to myself as I entered the living room, seeing the bottles of wine that left a disgusting smell. As a consequence of the heavy drinking from last night, I couldn’t stand to smell any form of alcohol, so I decided to spend some minutes on the terrace. To my surprise, the door stood open. I stepped out and saw Y/N sitting on the bench, drinking coffee. "What are you doing here?", I harshly asked, "I told you to leave by the morning."

"And you really think I would just leave you like that?" Her eyes were as red and puffy as mine. She looked like she hasn’t slept the whole night. My heart would actually break seeing her cry, especially knowing I was the reason, but this time I didn't even care. "Well, you really should since I fucking told you to." The tears in her eyes were forming again as she looked away from me. "Have you at least packed your bags?", I asked her. She shook her head from left to right. "Then I'm going to do it for you", I said going inside.

"Neymar", Y/N shouted following me. I opened the door to her closet and started taking her stuff out. "Can you at least hear me out? I just want to explain it all to you." I looked at her in disbelief and laughed sarcastically. "I don't need an explanation. Everything I need to know, I saw."

"But it isn’t true Neymar, I didn’t cheat on you." I let out an annoyed moan. "You want to tell me these pictures are photoshopped? You met him by accident and then decided to spend your vacation with him so you wouldn’t get bored with your mom? Honestly, just drop it. I don’t wanna hear shit from you." Watching her breaking down in tears made me swallow very hard, but I couldn’t give in, not after her cheating on me with her ex. "The pictures and videos he posted are old. It was on his birthday, last year."

"Mhm, and it’s just a coincidence you've been there on his birthday again right?"

"Actually, yes. You know he lives there. The year I've been with him I was there all the time. I even thought of moving there. Trust me, I don't give a damn about him anymore. I just fell in love with the island." We remained silent for a moment, while I continued to throw her belongings into a random suitcase I found. "I don't know how to prove it to you, Ney. I deleted all those pictures as soon as we got together. I can’t even show you they’re old." No response from me. "He always wanted to tear us apart because he knew you were the real reason I left him."

"Congratulations to him. He succeeded", I coldly replied. She took out her phone and started scrolling, "Here." From the corner of my eye, I saw her holding her phone up. "Y/N, I don't want to see anything. I don't even care anymore. We're done."

"But this is undeniable proof that he is lying", her voice got louder, which made me raise an eyebrow at her. "Undenibale proof you say, huh?" I took the phone out of her hand and saw her instagram story archive. The same pictures and videos he posted a few days ago. My heart stopped for a second when I saw the date. Over a year ago. Not even able to look at her, I handed her her phone back. I couldn’t say a word, I felt so stupid. "But if you wish for me to leave, I will", she broke the silence, ripping her stuff out of my hand, "I just wanted to let you know that I would never cheat on you and if you still decide to go separate ways, it’s okay. Just please know that I really do love you and could never do anything to hurt you." I watched her filling the suitcase with her clothes. "And for your future relationships, you should really consider talking to your girlfriend first before leaving her without even giving her a chance to explain herself", she somehow managed to say inbetween her sobs. "Y/N, baby…" I softly hugged her from behind and turned her around. She buried her face in my chest and started crying even harder. "I'm so sorry. I can’t believe I even thought you would do that to me. He just made everything seem so legit and real." We just stood there, no one saying a word until she calmed down a little. "I love you Neymar, I love you so much. How could you even believe it for a second?" she spoke up.

"I didn’t at first, but… what would you think? I knew you were actually there and all of a sudden these photos appear on his instagram. And it’s not even a year ago that you broke up with him. I was scared you could possibly go back." Y/N finally looked up, staring right into my eyes. "I love you, you idiot", she said before pecking my lips quickly. "I love you too." I wiped away her tears with my thumb. "How about we'll take a nap, order food later and watch some movies? I think none of us really slept this night." She yawned as she nodded. "Sounds good to me."

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