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graneymar · 1 year
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Could you write neymar x reader
When neymar gets drunk and doesn't recognise reader so when she comes up to him to go home he backs up and shows his wedding ring while laudly saying "I'm a married man, HAPPILY MARRIED to a beautiful woman" and his teammates just laughing with reader 🌹🌹
#7. NEYMAR: DRUNK IN LOVE
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SUMMARY: above
WARNINGS: none
PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader
Neymar was celebrating his birthday in one of his favorite clubs in Paris. Since we got married, he barely went to parties, so the alcohol got to his head very fast.
"Y/N, do you know where Ney is? We wanted to say bye before leaving", Kylian said, Achraf beside him looking for Neymar. My eyes wandered through the club, but my husband was nowhere to be found. "I have no idea, Kyks, sorry", I shrugged, "But feel free to go. He'll probably doesn’t even notice." Achraf laughed, "Good luck taking his drunk ass home." We hugged and I watched them get out of the club. "No but seriously, where are Leo and Neymar? I haven’t seen them in about an hour", Antonella yawned. It was about 3am, some of his mates were already leaving or at least planning to - our husbands simply disappeared. "I'll go and look for them", I sighed. Marco and Sergio didn’t want me to walk through the crowded club alone, so they followed me around. I went upstairs as I remembered there was another dance floor aswell. This one was way more empty, probably because there was music you wouldn’t really party to. So even though it was quite dark in there, I immediately saw Neymar and Leo at the dance floor. The song 'Lambada' started playing and Neymar shouted, "Oh meu Deus!" He jokingly started swinging his hips to the rhythm, but to my surprise, he did pretty good, even in this state. Leo was laughing at Ney, but attempted to repeat his moves. Both of them were holding a bottle of champagne, taking some sips every now and then. Antonella, Marco, Sergio and me were observing them for a quite a while, until I realized his other mates found their way to us too. Marquinhos immediately recognised the song and ran up to Ney and Leo, joining their dance session.
We had a good laugh watching them, but I came to the decision that it was time to leave, especially when Antonella kept on yawning. I tapped on Neymars shoulder as he turned his back to me. He ignored my action and continued dancing. "Ney", I shouted out. Didn't he hear me or didn't he want to hear me? I softly dragged him back by his shoulder. "Come, let’s go home", I whispered into his hear. His eyebrows furrowed and he removed my hand from his shoulder. "Thank you, but no. I‘m a married man", he started as he put his hand up, shoving his wedding ring right into my face, "Happily married to the most beautiful woman. She’s the only one I'll go home to. Thanks for the offer though." I was absolutely perplexed. Was he so drunk he didn’t even recognise me? Walking back to Antonella and the rest of his mates, all of them were laughing. "At least you know he’s trustworthy", Sergio said and shrugged chuckling. "Yeah, I guess", I mumbled, unable to hold back a giggle.
The song ended and some lights were turned on. Marquinhos pointed at us standing in the corner. Neymars eyes sparkled up the moment he saw me. "Oh meu amor", Ney began as he finally made his way to us and hugged me, "You won't believe what happened!" I raised a brow at him, wanting him to continue. "Some bitch just came up to me while I was dancing. She tapped my shoulder but I ignored it, really. Then…", his eyes widened, his hand gestures getting wild, "Then she fucking pulled me back to herself and said, hey, let’s go home!" He was shocked, "Can you believe that?" I bit my lip, trying not to burst out into laughter, "And what did you say?" Neymar smiled, proud of himself.
"I help up my hand and went like no, thank you, I am happily married and my wife is the most beautiful." I nodded and grinned at the attitude he was telling his story with. "Actually, I wanted to tell her to run. I knew if you saw her trying to flirt with me, she'd lose her fucking head." I took his hand and dragged him out of the club. Luckily, the club wasn’t far from our home, so I decided we would just walk. "This bitch", Neymar mumbled looking around, "I'll tell you when I see her. Why would she even do that? Everyone knows I am married." I smiled as I stopped my walk and stood right in front of him. "Babe, that bitch was me. You can calm down now", I admit, placing a short kiss onto his lips. Neymar was visibly confused. "It was really you?"
"Mhm", I nodded. Neymar quietly laughed at himself. "Well, at least you know how smitten with you I am", he grinned and kissed my cheek. "Yeah, that’s exactly was Sergio said too."
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liliclarkbyers · 1 year
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A nightmare- Neymar Jr
Summarises: Davi Lucca has a nightmare and Neymar sleeps too deeply to wake up then these the mother of the young boy who leaves comforts him…
Characters: young!Neymarjr x young!Y/N x young/DaviLucca
Number of words: 485
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“Mamae!” Davi Lucca had called from his room. When Y/N opened her eyes, she moaned with fatigue by doing the simple action. She tried to snuggle up to Neymar while he rubbed her back. She glanced over the man's shoulder and noted the hour in a corner of her head.
1:54
Y/N sighed before closing his eyes.
"Mamae!" Davi was still complaining. The woman opened her eyes again before unraveling herself from Ney' and she kissed him on the forehead before getting up to get out of bed.
Y/N grabbed Neymar's shirt on the dresser and put it on his back. She left the parental room before venturing into the dark and dark corridor to Davi Lucca's room.
"Mamae!" The young boy continued. Y/N opened the door before venturing into the boy's room, lit by the bedside lamp. Davi was a sobbing mess.
The young woman approached the bed and when Davi saw his mother, he held out his arms for her to take it. She pulled him on her knees and sat on the bed. She rocked him back and forth, hiding him and rubbing his back.
"What's wrong, meu coração?"
“I had- I had a nightmare… he was taking me… far from you… and… daddy was there but couldn't do anything…" Davi started sobbing again for long minutes. Y/N had a pinch in her heart when she saw her son cry and she squeezed him even harder than before.
"No, no… meu coracão, no one will take you and do that. I promise you meu bebê… it was just a bad dream, not reality." She was stifling him but she took him away to face him. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. She then wiped her son's wet eyes with her thumbs before kissing his forehead.
“Do you promise me?" Asked the boy in a small voice. Her lips made a very cute pout.
Y/N laughed and nodded.
"I promise you, my dear! Is it better now?" Asked the woman.
Davi nodded hesitantly.
"Do you want to sleep in Mamae and Papai's room?" Asked Y/N. Davi nodded vigourously, before bending over and catching his teddy bear.
"Okay!" Y/N expired and got out of bed. She turned off the bedside lamp and continued to rub circles on Davi's back.
Y/N returned to the corridor before entering the room, where Neymar was still sleeping. Y/N put a leg on the bed before bending over to put the young boy in these arms. She followed suit just after her gesture and lay down next to him. Davi Lucca curls up next to his mother and rests his head on his chest. She kissed him on the head and passed her fingers through her smooth hair. She couldn't dream of a perfect family by watching the two men of her life, sleeping with her.
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stuffut · 1 year
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VEM HEXA!!!
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boiohboii · 1 year
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The Tattoo Sleeve (Neymar Jr. Soulmate au)
Chapter 1
Prologue
I am currently sleep deprived, so I am really sorry for any mistakes.
I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
Warning: curse words
Taglist: @itzz-me-duh
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"I need something to cheer me up that doesn't come from a vending machine," y/n took a seat beside the young children "you got any ideas?"
Three pairs of confused brown eyes looked to their left, seeing a white coat before tilting their heads up to see an unfamiliar face. Anyone passing could feel the peculiar atmosphere; the young lady having a relaxing aura while the three boys looked uncertain of the question itself, much less how to answer.
"Don't worry," reassured y/n "I am a doctor here, my name is y/n."
With a look to each other, the three decided to trust the long piece of clothing along with the card hanging on her neck, and introduced themselves.
"Thiago"
"Davi"
"Mateo"
"You boys have such nice names." Cooed y/n.
"Thank you."
"We are not babies!"
"Don't talk to an adult like that! Papa and Mama told us to be nice."
The two brunet boys reminded her of tom & Jerry in that moment, they were currently arguing about whether to be polite or to not trust strangers. Both rules taught to them by their parents, and both were correct - well, some would argue about always being polite rule, but that's not the current issue.
"A hug." A timid reply came as the blonde boy admired his swinging feet.
"Well, who's the lucky person that you hug?"
"Papa and mama," Lucca smiled. "My grandma too! She gives the best hugs!"
Y/n smiled at the small boy's enthusiasm as he talked about everyone that has hugged him with a wide grin on his face.
"What about me?!" Exclaimed Thiago. "I hug you too!"
"Yeah, but you're shorter than me!"
"Hey! My brother isn't short! He is big and strong!"
A laugh escaped y/n as she watched the three boys argue over the fact that a person is short doesn't mean they aren't strong. Oh they are so cute! I want to squish their cheeks so bad!
Going through her pockets, y/n searched for a few candies to give to the boys as a thank you for cheering her up, she always loved talking to kids they had the most genuine and entertaining conversations, especially with each other. However, as she was digging around she felt a smooth, slightly wet smudge on her fingertips, no no, please god I don't want to stay in a small cubicle for 10 minutes to reapply anything!
Looking at her wrist, the concealer's tone was bright and clear against the white sleeve margins, y/n groaned and rolled her head backwards.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Came a small voice, making y/n realise that the three boys have stopped their back and forth and watched her intently, not sure if they should move away in case she wanted to rest; Davi remembered his mother telling him of how hard doctors work and study to be able to help him, or if she was hurt and they should call someone.
"Ahh yes," y/n smiled reassuringly. "Just my coat got a bit dirty and I have to go change."
She wasn't about to tell them that her connection to her soulmate was writing on skin, and that her soulmate was obsessed so she had to wake up nearly before all and any gathering or meeting or work appointment by 3 hours to cover up tattoos that her soulmate placed on his skin with no consideration of the consequences that will occur to her nor her request at 23 years old asking him to please, stop.
Yes, she was and still is bitter about it, she can hold a grudge. (She, in fact, can not hold a grudge for more than 2 hours.)
"Is that a tattoo?" Mateo frowned with knitted eyebrows as he tried to get a better look at the drawings under her sleeves.
Wide eyes and a stumped smile on her face, y/n nodded, wondering how such a young boy knows what tattoos are. Well, there is internet everywhere. However, unlike her thoughts, the little boy had recently been obsessed with his father's right arm, looking at the black ink with the occasional question.
"Papa has that!" Raved Thiago as he looked at his brother and friend with shinning eyes and a wide smile. He had rarely seen any women with tattoos, only a few and he has no idea why, but it was something new to him and it made him want to sit with the doctor for much longer.
"Yes! Uncle Leo and papa have tattoos!" Gushed the blonde boy with his friends before asking y/n if there was more.
Not seeing any harm in showing three little boys the small uncovered part of her uncontrolled tattoo sleeve, she lifted a bit of her coat, just a layer really. And as soon as she had done so, the only blonde gasped as his eyes widened, freezing in place.
He looked familiar, very oddly familiar, and she knew that, she knew that she saw him before, she saw him nearly everyday in black ink on her forearm. She was desperate for the thought in her head to be wrong, to just be her mind playing tricks on her or for her to just currently be going through a romantic drought that she is making things up.
But, she was so, very wrong.
"That looks like papa's!" Davi exclaimed as soon as y/n showed her arm.
Well, holy shit. I am not insane. I'm right!
Oh. I 'm right.
Chapter 2
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leilakisakabiri · 11 months
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Afternoon Activities (Neymar Jr)
Summary: You and Neymar face off in a football match.
Warning(s): none, just fluff.
Word Count: [1814]
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You squeal running away from Neymar as he chased after you, a pillow in hand, trying to hit you.
"Davi, stop her!" Neymar shouts at the little boy, watching as he runs towards you from the opposite direction.
"Davi, please, don't do this!" You yell dramatically as he runs to you with hands outstretched trying to catch you.
He stops running when he hears your words, letting you pass by him and down the hallway into the living room.
"Davi! What are you doing? We could have got her!"
"She said please!" Davi responds.
Your face hurts from smiling so much as you let out a loud iaugh.
What a sweet kid.
Neymar jokingly glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, both of you facing each other on opposites sides of the couch.
"Just give in Y/N!" Neymar tries.
You shake your head vigorously,
"No way. I'd rather run a 10 miles than do that, and you know I hate running."
This whole thing had started after you complained about being bored. You had come over to Neymar's house in the afternoon, and after being there for two hours just sitting on his couch as he played Fifa you found yourself wanting to do something. He had tried to get you to play, but you wanted to go outside. It was summer in Paris and it was a beautiful sunny day.
Why waste it?
After your revelation, he decided the best thing for the both of you to do was to play a friendly game of football. You immediately shot down his suggestion, while you watched Davi who had been busy playing with his dinosaurs in the corner lift his head with joy once he heard what Neymar said, clapping his hands together in excitement.
You weren't too bad of a player, however, obviously, your talents were nothing compared to Neymar, him being a professional and all. However, it wasn't the aspect of losing you that made you not want to play, even though you did lose, a lot, in fact almost every single game. It was the fact that Neymar did not hold back. He got so into the game, and once his competitiveness took over there was no stopping him. He would constantly play unfairly, by either tackling you to get the ball, or showboating simply to get you riled up.
The last time the both of you had played against each other, you had ended up with a nasty cut on your leg after he had shoved you and you landed rather ungracefully on a sprinkler wedged in the grass. Admittedly, you had started the brawl by pushing into him any chance you got, trying to distance him from the ball, but in the end, you got hurt and not him.
Since then you had been adamant about not playing with him, not wanting a repeat of last time.
"C'mon Y/N Please. I promise I won't do anything this time." He tried again.
"Your such a liar! You play so dirty! You always tackle me." You exclaimed.
He wiggled his eyes, a smirk on his face, "Shh bebe, don't say that in front of Davi. You're so wild."
You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time. This boy.
Before you could even finish your eye roll you felt someone slam into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.
It took you about half a second after landing on the ground to realize Neymar had jumped over the couch and onto you.
What a bitch.
"Ugh ew! Get off." You whined trying to shove his body that was on top of yours away from you.
He laughed from above you,
"Oh I'm gross? I'm gross?" He questioned as he started to pepper your face with kisses and you squirmed underneath him, laughter escaping you.
"Ok fine maybe not gross. Now will you get up?"
Instead of getting up, you felt him snuggle closer to you, his warm hands wrapping around your waist as he laid his head on your chest.
"Mmm only if you play football with me."
"What are you 5?" You retorted, trying to keep up the act, but you found yourself running your hands through his hair as he laid on you.
You felt another body thud on top of yours, and you saw that Davi had joined your little huddle.
"I am!" he exclaimed proudly as he sat on top of Neymar, holding up 5 fingers.
"Don't do it for me. Do it for him." Neymar said.
"Please?" Davi spoke up.
You squinted your eyes, "Are you guys teaming up on me?"
The two of them just looked at you with blank stares.
You groaned, "Okay fine, now get up you’re cutting off my air flow."
You heard the boys cheer as they both stood up, letting you get up.
You had just stood up when you felt Neymar pull you into him, putting his arm around you as you walked to the backyard.
"I promise I'll go easy." He said.
You shook your head, looking up at him, "No way. Play your best."
You saw a grin adore his features as he squeezed your shoulders, "That's my girl."
You felt a warmth spread through your stomach as he said those words. No matter how much time you spent with Neymar he still made you blush like crazy with just the smallest things. He would always say the sweetest things in the most nonchalant ways like he wasn't even thinking twice about them, and you couldn't help but find it extremely endearing.
"Ok Davi, you ready?" You asked as you separated from Neymar, going to the middle of the makeshift field where Davi had already placed a ball.
Davi loved to watch you and Neymar play against each other, probably because it was the closest he got to seeing his dad on the field, and also because he loved watching you both playfully fight each other. He was supposed to be the referee but he never stopped Neymar from tackling you, or even ever gave out a foul.
He was clearly bias, but whatever.
"Ok, Go!" Davi shouted as both you and Neymar hit the ball at the same time, the ball stuck between the two of you.
Neymar got possession of the ball quickly and raced down the field. You mentally cursed yourself for letting it slip away, you had played enough times with him to begin to understand his mannerisms, and you were starting to be able to guess when he was faking and when he was actually going for it, yet you were distracted and let him take it away.
You chased after him, trying to stick your foot in front of his to get the ball back.
He expected your move and was quick to pull the ball back, passing around you.
He laughed, turning to look at you over his shoulder, "You have to be smarter than that amor."
You huffed, running towards the goal just as he prepared to shoot.
You got there just in time and dived, sending the ball flying out of bounds.
You saw Neymar's face fall as you saved it.
"Foul!" He called.
This little shit.
"Foul?" You screamed back looking at him in anger.
"Why is that foul? No way!"
“You touched the ball with your hand.” He argued.
“That’s because I’m the goalie!”
You both looked at Davi as he debated, "No foul!"
You cheered at his decision while Neymar hung his head, sad his son hadn't bought into his act. Clearly, there was no foul and you had just saved the goal, but Neymar's favorite pass time it seemed was annoying you, and he would do anything to achieve it.
Once the ball was back in play you raced forward, watching as Neymar charged towards you.
You had been practicing a few skills yourself, after you and your friend had stayed up late one night, wine drunk and daring each other to do random things, one of those being learning how to do a rainbow flick.
You watched intently as Neymar came closer, once he was close enough you surprised him by kicking the ball over his head, and bypassing him.
He stopped, shocked, and you used his surprise to your advantage as you ran across the field before kicking the ball into the net.
However, before you could celebrate your goal you felt a familiar body collide with yours.
This time you ended up on top, as Neymar took the brunt of the fall.
"Hey! Foul! I didn't even have ball anymore!" You shouted, sitting up when the world stopped spinning around you.
Neymar grabbed your hands, lacing them with his before pulling you down on top of him, "Been practicing hmm? Got tricks now?" he whispered his breath fanning across your face.
You felt your heartbeat accelerate at how close he was, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were straddling him, "I've got a lot of tricks."
You felt him inhale sharply, his smirk slipping away as his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Is that a promise?"
The moment was interrupted when you heard Davi running over,
"What is going on?" He asked, hands on his hips.
You held up your hands in surrender as you got off Neymar, "Don't look at me ref. Neymar is the one who decided to foul me."
Davi considered this for a moment before he finally nodded, "Ok. Free goal."
You grinned up at him, from your position on the grass, pulling his little body into a tight hug, "Holy shit, 2 goals for 1? I'll take it!"
Davi giggled against you, "Y/N, bad word." He exclaimed shaking his finger at you.
"Oops. Sorry I'm just on a high." You smiled.
"Let's just end the game here."
Neymar looked over at you, seemingly not pleased before he caved, "Ok Fine."
You stood up cheering, and dancing with Davi.
"YAY! I AM THE CHAMPION." you screamed, letting go of Davi before sending hand kisses to your imaginary fans.
"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." Neymar retorted coming up to stand next to you, amused by your antics.
You turned to look at him, eyebrow raised, "Oh what like you did?"
You watched as he let out a gasp, feigning hurt, "Ouch Y/N you wound me."
You rolled your eyes, patting his chest, "I'm sure you'll find someway to get over it."
"Now c'mon, you have to play Fifa with me so I can beat you in that too." You said, already walking back into the house, still on your high from winning.
He grinned at your retreating form,
"She definitely let it get to her head." He whispered to Davi as he led him towards the house.
"Heard that!" You shouted.
Both him and Davi let out giggles at your response and you found yourself smiling widely again as you walked back into the living room.
You could definitely get used to this.
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sunofmoon · 1 year
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tsukishimawhore · 1 year
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LOOK AT THEM [¥]+\^|>~??]+]+\*|^HAHSGDOAPZK
I USED TO PRAY FOR TIME LIKE THESE 🫶🏾🙏🏾
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Overworked (Neymar X Fem!Reader)
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 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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saltyinternetflower · 26 days
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I can't believe they're doing this AGAIN IN 2024!!!
🗣️ Q: Would you play with Messi again--?
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🗣️ Neymar Jr: I hope so, I hope we can play together again, he's a great person, everyone knows him, I think he's happy in Miami and if he's happy, I'm happy too ---!! 💓
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gabbytaa · 1 year
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my f*cking heart hurts😭 i absolutely hate this World Cup! going to be absolutely dog crap! should’ve been Brazil winning World Cup but no!!!!
brazil, from the bottom of my heart i feel so bad for you and was neymars last World Cup😭
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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
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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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The Tattoo Sleeve (Neymar jr soulmate au)
Warning: curse words.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Neymar watched Y/n as she got her lunch out of her bag, it was mashed potatoes with mixed in veggies (looked like sweet pepper and onions) and chicken alongside some fruits and of course her coffee. In the past few days he had been looking over her- although, stalking is a more accurate word- he realised that she drinks an unholy amount of coffee, he watched her pour in two packets of instant coffee in one mug, that was not healthy! She's a doctor, she should know that!
He wasn't quite sure why he kept coming back to the same street of the clinic. The first time he went looking for her there, where he saw the most hilarious situation and she went through the most embarrassing situation, he stayed at a cafe nearby to clear his head from their conversation when he realised that it was midnight and she was still at work. When he finally saw her entering a car along with Doctor Monet the feeling of relief washed over him, at least she wasn't leaving at 1:30 am alone.
At that day, when he want back to his apartment at 2 am, he decided that he wasn't going to be thinking about anything related to his soulmate, he just stayed this one time to check on her and she has her boss to drive her home. There was absolutely no need for him to be worried, he doesn't even want to get to know her so why was he sitting here on a Friday afternoon looking at his soulmate from afar like a goddamn creep?
"This is stupid" Neymar mumbled as he stood up, reaching for his back pocket to get his wallet, leaving his total at the table along with a tip. Anyone passing by could tell that the man in blue puffer jacket and black jeans was in a hurry to leave, his quick movement and the screeching sound of the chair on the cobblestone floor made it clear.
"Oh, fuck off."
Neymar realised that maybe, just maybe, if he had stayed where he was that wouldn't have happened. His chair wouldn't alert everyone with a mile radius of his presence. His chair wouldn't have alerted his soulmate that he was this close to her. However, judging by the whispers that broke out, his soulmate being alerted wasn't the only issue at hand.
"Holy shit, that is Neymar Junior!"
"Do you think I can ask for a picture?"
"He is so much more handsome in real life."
Sighing, Neymar decided to smile at everyone within his sight. His smile made fans approach him, and he was fine with that, whenever he went out he was always ready to meet someone, to take a photo with someone he never saw before, he knew it was always a possibility. It annoys him sometimes, but he tries not to show it too much, he also tries to get the point across that not at anytime anyone can expect a photo with him or a signature from him.
After a few minutes, he had taken 4 photos and signed 3 shirts along with making small talk with everyone around. Now that everyone had been back in their seat, and it looked like everything was normal, Neymar looked to his right, seeing Y/n still there on her phone, not paying him any attention.
Frowning, Neymar started walking towards her without realising. He wasn't ready to have a soulmate, at least that's what he told himself, but he also wanted to know her, he wanted to see her smile, he wanted to hold her in his arms and hear her laugh. It was messing with him, he couldn't sort out his feeling, he couldn't stop and think about what he truly wanted and his actions showed it.
"Ummm, hello?" Y/n questioned as she looked up from her phone.
"Can we talk?"
"Didn't we do that already," y/n raised her eyebrows as she started recalling the conversation they had last week. "You said you didn't want to be with your soulmate, which is me, so I have no idea what you want from me right now."
"To be honest, I don't either."
There was a bitter taste on his tongue as he admitted that, he was confused and unsure of what he was doing or where anything that is currently happening would lead him, but he wanted to be there right now. That's all he knew, he wanted to be beside her and talk to her even if he didn't want a soulmate.
"Okay, listen," Y/n started "I don't know what you want, hell even you don't know what you want. So please, I am begging you do not come here and expect me to treat you all nice!"
"I thought you wanted to be with me."
"What?" Y/n asked, she hoped to anyone that would listen that her thoughts are wrong, she is just seeing the worst in him.
"Last time you said you want to be with your soulmate."
"Yeah, and that soulmate doesn't want me. You told me that! You made it clear!"
"It's just, right now I feel like I want to be with you and it's confusing me too!"
"Right now," Y/n blinked, "right now? What! Do you expect me to welcome you whenever you feel like it? What about my feelings!
Please, I am begging you, sort out your feelings and then we can talk"
Hearing the crack in her voice, Neymar felt ashamed. She was right, he couldn't just expect her to be okay with his every whim. He knows better than to do that, than to act as if he is the only person that's life will be affected by a soulmate in it.
"Hey man." Neymar greeted as he buckled his seatbelt. "Can I come over, I really messed up."
!ENEWS!
Breaking news: Neymar Jr's new girl?
Yesterday, around 5pm, the famous football player was seen with a new girl, it seemed like they were arguing according to our source. Could it be that the Brazilian player had someone this whole time? Or could there be a new love story that's about to happen?
I'm finally done with my finals!! I hope you liked it, would love to know what you all think!
Thank you for reading 💖💖💖
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Just For You (Neymar Jr)
Summary: You’re a reporter for Man City and Neymar dedicates a goal to you, starting a bunch of rumors and a long-lived rivalry.
Warning(s): None.
A/N: I miss the world cup era. Working on TPWK 2, it’s taking so long though.
Word Count: 2.9k+
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The first time Neymar had dedicated a goal for you, the two of you hadn’t even been dating yet.
You had met each other during the PSG vs Man City game for the UEFA Champions League.
You were a freshly hired reporter for Man City preparing to interview players for your first game.
You and your co-worker were busy setting up the equipment prior to the game starting when you noticed that one of the players from the opposing team had come out and was giving an interview.
You waited until he was done before shouting for him, beckoning him over.
You made eye contact as he came over.
You launched right into your well-rehearsed speech, “Hello, thank you so much for joining us today, can you please state your name?”
He gave you a weird look but spoke nonetheless, “Neymar?”
Oh shit. This was Neymar. You had heard about him once you started to become more involved in the football world, however, you hadn’t done any research on him since he wasn’t a Man City player.
“Alright. Thanks for that.” You spoke.
“So Neymar how do you feel about tonight’s game?”
Neymar smirked at you, “Aren’t you a Man City reporter?”
You felt your face warm with the question, flustered you responded, “Yes. Why does that matter?”
Neymar shrugged, maintaining eye contact, “Just like to get to know my competition.”
Now your cheeks were definitely turning red, but you were quick to refocus on the original question, “So about the game, how are you feeling?”
Neymar kept his gaze on you the whole time instead of looking at the camera.
He had a sort of unnerving stare as he grinned at you, looking like he knew something you didn’t.
“Pretty good, think we’ll destroy your little team, show them how it’s done.”
You let out a loud laugh, “Please, we both know that Man City has been doing very well this season, and PSG has been barely able to hold their position in the league.”
Neymar’s smile faded at your words as he began to argue back, “Actually our defensive line has been the best it’s been in years, same with our attack. However, after the last game that Man City played it’s clear that their best days are behind them.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly not pleased as he had just dissed your team, but you remained professional,
“I guess we’ll see tonight. How are you feeling about your chances of winning the league?”
“Confident. I’ll be even more so when we beat you.”
You raised your eyebrows at his confidence. “Well, may the best team win.”
He gave you a smile that was anything but nice before he nodded at your statement.
You decided to close out the interview, seeing as the game was beginning soon, “Ok well thank you for your time.”
He nodded once again before you cut the cameras, about to make your way back over to your co-worker before he interrupted,
“What’s your name?”
You turned to look back at him puzzled, “Y/n. Why?”
He looked back at you, his signature smirk back on his face, “I’ll remember that.”
That night Man City had lost 2-0. With the final goal being scored by none other than Neymar himself.
You felt yourself getting irritated as the game began to turn in his favor rather than yours. Your first game as an official team reporter and you would have to announce it as a loss instead of a win.
You only grew more agitated once Neymar scored the final goal in the 84th minute, sealing Man City’s fate. That agitation quickly turned into shock and then anger once you realized just how exactly the PSG player was celebrating.
Firstly, he had run towards the media stands instead of the fans like players normally would. he had then proceeded to give the cameras a kiss, making a heart shape with his fingers and signing an initial, but not just any initial, yours.
To make matters worse he had pointed straight up at you, sending a quick wink before he got tackled by his teammates, leaving you with no doubts about who that goal was for.
You felt your face flush despite yourself as you silently screamed at yourself as you battled between wanting to bash his brains in or simply giving him the finger.
In the end, you couldn’t do either, one because you valued your job, and two because you didn’t want to end up in jail for the rest of your life.
You felt yourself seething as you looked at him.
What a dick. Dedicating a goal to you that he had scored on your team? Major asshole move.
You felt your co-worker shift to look at you, “Did he just point at you?”
You didn’t even know what to say as you glared at the boy on the field wishing more than ever that looks could kill.
“He doesn’t know what he just started.”
And he didn’t. However, neither did you.
That day had started the short-lived rivalry between the two of you, however, it had also brought you into each other’s lives which ultimately ended up being the best gift of all.
Your little squabble that night had turned into a strained relationship filled with little jabs and annoyed glances.
Things had finally reached a tipping point at the annual Ballon d’Or award show nearly six months later.
Everyone knew about the tense relationship you had with the player, including fans, who seemed to love the disdain you had for each other, coming up with crazy theories that the both of you were in a secret relationship and hiding it.
The rumors had been difficult for you, they had just been annoying at first, but soon they started to hinder your actual work after your manager caught wind of the situation. You had worked hard for everything you got, and it made you irrationally angry that people were beginning to believe that you had been handed everything on a silver platter because of the rumors, and your manager not wanting to play into those accusations had removed you from certain cases, that she knew would give you the breakthrough you needed for your career, informing you that she “just didn’t want to add fuel to the fire”.
You scoffed at the thought.  
This evolving issue is why you were so surprised when you were chosen as the main host for the award ceremony – the same one Neymar had been announced as one of the nominees for. It was an absolute honor to be selected for hosting the ceremony, and many well-acclaimed reporters and journalists competed for the top spot, which is why you were extremely confused when you had been picked. You had only been a professional reporter for less than a year and didn’t have any high-up connections to get you the position, although that’s what many people believed.
Your manager had come to your desk one random Wednesday afternoon and dropped the envelope onto your desk.
You looked up at her with confusion, “What’s this?”
She raised her eyebrow, one pristine hand going to fix the invisible crease in her custom blazer, “It’s a letter from France Football – FIFA division.”
Your eyes widened at her statement, and you felt your body stiffen, “What? How do they even know who I am?”
Her lips were in a thin line, “It seems they have seen your work and would like to get in contact. Perhaps someone recommended you.”
You shook your head in disbelief, “There’s no way, I don’t know anyone who would do that.”
Her eyes narrowed, “Well it seems you’ve been selected. They often tend to go for more established journalists, but it seems they picked different this year.”
You gulped under her scrutinizing stare, not knowing what to say.
“Well let me know what they want.” She said, finally walking away.
You stared at the envelope in disbelief. You knew what today was. Today reporters across the world were sitting anxiously at their desks, fingers clammy and spirits hopeful as they waited for the mail, praying that they would be one of the few chosen to receive a letter from the FIFA Board of Directors.
Your boss herself, who was head of Man City’s PR and Journalism team, had been locked away in her office all day, coming out periodically every twenty minutes to check if anything came for her.
Your hand shook as you reached for the envelope, fingers lightly tracing the logo imprinted onto the paper, heard pounding at the possibilities.
You opened the letter, eyes scanning the words. Your hand flew over your mouth as you stared at the words in front of you dumbfounded.
You had been selected.
You were going to be presenting at the Ballon d’Or ceremony.
The letter congratulated you for being selected, listing your numerous accolades, refreshing commentary, and unique journalistic approach as reasons you had been selected. The letter also stated that you had been recommended by someone close to the association, enabling them to discover your work.
You frowned at that, so your manager had been right.
But who would have done that?
That question had been left answered till the night of the ceremony.
You had been practicing your speech tirelessly, repeating it like a mantra as you stood behind the red curtains, mic in hand, waiting for your queue to walk onto the stage.
You saw the stage director give you a thumbs up and you took a deep breath, a large smile falling across your face as the curtains opened.
The ceremony had gone without a hitch, you said all your lines perfectly, interacting with the audience, and making a few jokes throughout the evening that had everyone laughing.
You waited patiently as the winners were announced, taking a seat at your spot at the first table, you glanced around the room, accidentally making eye contact with the man of the hour himself.
He sat laid back in his chair, an almost unbothered expression on his face as he locked eyes with you. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he almost looked a little bored – you found it a little ironic considering the Ballon d’Or was being presented next. But you did know better, reading people is what you did for a living, and you could tell by the way he kept unconsciously tugging at the sleeves of his tux he was nervous, even if his eyes remained passive.
You narrowed your eyes at him, but he only gave you a smug smile before being pulled into a conversation with his father. You turned back around, seeing him give you one last glance from your peripheral vision.
You felt your body grow hot under his gaze and you chastised yourself for it. You couldn’t let him get under your skin, the night was almost over, and then you could say that you hosted the ceremony perfectly.
The award was presented, with the nominees being announced one last time, and you caught yourself holding your breath, unsure what you were hoping for.
“And the award goes to Lionel Messi!” The announcer spoke.
Your eyes immediately drifted to Neymar once again, seeing him clapping along with everyone else. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him, although he seemed ecstatic for his friend, you knew how it felt to want something so badly and have it in the palm of your hands, only for it to slip through your fingers, while you could do nothing but watch helplessly.
You shook yourself from your thoughts, walking back onto the stage and closing the ceremony. You finished, a dazzling smile on your face as you gave a bow, letting the curtains close.
Your hands shook as someone took the microphone from your hands congratulating you.
You had done it! You had hosted the ceremony to the best of your ability, and nothing had gone wrong!
You hugged everyone who came to congratulate you before making your way back to your table, ready to celebrate your success with the gala food.
You walked past Neymar’s table distracted, only hearing the tail end of the conversation, but it was enough for your steps to falter.
Messi sat next to him, a surprised look on his face, “She was great! I still can’t believe you recommended her.”
Neymar shrugged, turning back to his food.
You felt your breath catch in your throat, they couldn’t possibly be talking about you, could they?
You greeted everyone as you sat down at your table, accepting their congratulations, but your mind was still swirling trying to piece together the snippets of conversation you had heard. Your manager had said that someone had probably recommended you for the position and you had been trying to figure out who it was, but you had never considered the player sitting not even 100 feet away from you.
You ate your meal slowly as you debated what to do. Should you confront him? Or just let it go?
The answer came a moment later when you saw Neymar get up from his table, walking towards the restrooms.
It was now or never.
Without a second thought, you excused yourself, trailing behind him, the thudding of your heart, and the warm feeling in your stomach outweighing all other emotions.
You saw him walk towards the single-stall restroom and mentally thanked whatever higher power was looking out for you.
You slipped inside before the door could shut all the way, seeing his hands grip the sink, head lowered.
“It was you.” You spoke.
His head shot up, and he whipped around, body relaxing when he saw you, “Shit. Reporta you can’t just walk into the bathroom, you scared me.”
“It was you, wasn’t it?” You questioned, watching him raise a brow.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You took a step closer to him, refusing to break eye contact. “You,” your finger jabbed his chest, “You recommended me.”
You saw his breath hitch and you knew he had been caught,
“Why?” Your voice was soft.
He remained silent, and you closed the distance between the two of you until you were standing only inches apart, neither of you daring to breathe.
He continued to look at you, eyes exploring every inch of your face, and you almost melted under his gaze. His eyes looked so pretty, like two pots of honey pulling you in, coating you in their sweetness.
“Because you deserved it.”
A look of disbelief washed over your features, “Why would you do that? We’re not friends.”
“We may not be friends, but even I can admit that you have talent. You’d have to be blind not to notice that.” He shook his head, gently moving your hand that was still pointed at his chest.
He continued, “I heard them talking about who to pick, and I knew it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give your name. You work twice as hard as everyone else, but people always discredit you because of the rumors, rumors that involve me, and I didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t get a chance.”
You held your breath, unsure what to say, tummy doing somersaults at his words.
“You don’t have any problems with any players – just me. But that’s all they see, and then deem you as a liability, and I just couldn’t sit back and let them believe that.” He admitted.
His hand cupped your jaw gently, tilting your chin to face him, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he gazed at you, “Y/n you deserve it.”
Your heart began to pound rapidly, it felt like it was going to explode, “That’s the first time you’ve ever said my name.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
He gave you a soft smile, not saying anything.
“Stop saying things that are making me like you.” You said the first thing that came to your mind, mentally cursing yourself for admitting you liked him first.
He grinned at you, “Y/n? Liking little ole me? How can that be?”
You hit his shoulder in annoyance, peering up at him, “I’m sorry you didn’t win. If it’s worth anything, I think you deserved to win – you’re an incredible player.”
You broke eye contact with him, hiding your face in his shoulder, so he wouldn’t see your facial expression, “I’m sorry I just couldn’t say that with a straight face, but I mean it.”
He rolled his eyes at you, pulling you back by your shoulders, forcing you to look at him, “It’s worth a lot. Thank you.”
You saw his eyes flicker to your lips as he spoke, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop what you were planning to do next. Your fate had been decided the moment you followed him into the bathroom.
“Neymar, your gonna hate me for this.”
He looked at you confused, about to speak, but you cut him off, fingers locking in his hair and pulling him down to you, kissing him with everything you had.
He was frozen in shock for a second, and then he pulling you impossibly closer, eyes fluttering shut.
“Definitely don’t hate you.” He murmured in between kisses, hands grasping the back of your dress as he spun the both of you, pressing your body against the sink.
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sunofmoon · 1 year
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your smile lights me up ♡
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