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Title: Go on a date with me.

Pairing: Sergio Ramos x Neymar

Request: Can you write a Neymar x Sergio fanfic? Maybe something set during their Barca/RM days? Sergio refuses to tackle Ney in any match, and all his teammates are teasing him about having a crush on him, and urging him to ask Ney out already.

Tags: fluff, mutual pining

A/n: I don’t think I got the characterization a 100% right, I’m sorry!!

Third person’s pov

Sergio leaves the pitch, a myriad of thoughts running through his mind. He knows he should have tackled him but as always something stopped him. That something being his feelings for the man. For Neymar.

If he had tackled him -or done anything at all to get the ball from him- they would have won but he can never bring himself to so much as touch Neymar on the field, always too scared he will hurt him - like he used to a few years ago. He does not want Ney to hate him plus the man tends to hold a grudge against those who injure him enough to get him out of games.

Sergio would know. Their very first encounter had ended in him spraining the younger man’s ankle. The latter had refused to even meet his eyes any time they saw each other. He can’t have that happening again. Especially not when they are currently closer than they have ever been but he also feels like he’s betraying his team. Even the fans are starting to notice.

Someone calling his name breaks him out of his thoughts. It’s Pepe with Marcelo beside him.

The former nudges him, "Why’d you leave so quickly, we barely caught up."

Sergio almost tells him the truth but ends up biting his tongue.

"No reason."

Pepe squeezes his shoulder. A knowing look on his face. "Is it because of the last minute goal?"

The younger man sucks in a sharp breath.

"No. Don’t worry, it’s nothing. I just can’t stand their smug faces."

This time, Marcelo nudges him. "While I don’t doubt that, this isn’t about them is it?"

Why are his friends so smart? Sergio whines internally.

"You didn’t tackle Neymar." Pepe says matter of factly. "You never do."

Marcelo slaps the other man’s shoulder. "I thought we were going to slowly approach the subject!"

"Well, we’ve waited months for this idiot to tell us how he feels about the little Brazilian! I don’t want to wait anymore." He replies defensively.

The Spaniard almost face plants the tunnel’s floor as he trips on his own feet. "What-what are you talking about?"

Marcelo sighs while Pepe rolls his eyes.

"What do you think? You like Neymar, don’t you?"

"What?! No, I do not!" He sputters trying his best not to stutter again lest they find out he’s lying.

"You do though." Casemiro says, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. James not too far behind him.

Oh shit. He’s screwed.

"I don’t! Why do you even think that?"

"Then why don’t you tackle him? And you don’t provoke him either. You even helped him up last time."

Sergio frantically shakes his head, both to refute James and to get rid of the images that appeared in his mind at his words.

Ney’s small hand grasping his own as he hauls him upright. A tad too hard causing him to slam against the taller man’s chest. He can still feel his warmth. And he will forever cherish the sheepish smile that the Brazilian had given him.

As if Case can read his mind, he says "I remember the look on your face when he smiled at you. You looked like a lovesick puppy."

"And Neymar was as red as a cherry."

"We were in the middle of a match, Pepe, of course his face was red. And I did not look like a lovesick puppy!"

"We were 10 minutes in, he has more stamina than that." Case butts in. "And yes, you did."

He raises a hand when the Spaniard opens his mouth to retort. "Stop denying it. It’s obvious. You never hesitate to push, tackle or foul anyone as long as they have the ball but you don’t even touch Ney."

"Exactly. Plus, you almost tore Sanchez’s head off when he fouled Neymar earlier. You always get mad at us when we do that." James adds cheekily.

"But-"

"We don’t see you reacting like that when we do something similar to anyone else."

"I-"

"Pepe almost broke Messi’s ankle earlier and you didn’t even bat an eye."

"Okay fine! I might like him a little. Happy?" Sergio blurts out. He is too tired to keep arguing with his friends. There is was clearly no use anyway, he isn’t going to change their minds. He just hopes they won’t judge him.

"Just a little?" Case asks, his gaze hard and a threatening edge in his tone.

Sergio gulps, how could he have forgotten how protective his Brazilian teammates are of Neymar?

"No. More than just a little. I…like him a lot." He replies, his shoulders slumping in resignation.

He feels lighter too, it feels good to share how he feels to others. He should do it more often.

"Yes, you should. How about you share your feelings with Ney?" James suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Shit. He said that out loud? "Are you out of your mind?! Absolutely not."

"I think you should too."

"Me too."

"Ditto."

Sergio stares at his friends as if they’ve lost it. They can’t be serious. He won’t lose Neymar, not like this. There is no way the younger man likes him back even if Pepe said that he had apparently blushed. It was probably just the heat.

"No. He doesn’t like me back. I’ll ruin our friendship if I did that." He says, his tone uncharacteristically meek.

"You’re an idiot." Marcelo sighs. Incredulous.

Sergio frowns indignantly, “What?"

"You’re. An. Idiot." He says again, emphasizing each word. "How are you so sure? Don’t you think he favors you on the field too?"

“What do you mean?”

“You oblivious, blind, idiot! When does he ever argue with the ref when they don’t card you for your fouls? Have you seen how he acts when it’s me who doesn’t get carded?” Pepe asks, inhaling deeply to calm himself down before he ends up literally kicking some sense into his friend.

“He..he…oh my God…he really doesn’t!” Sergio shouts, a huge smile on his face as if he has just heard the best news of his life.

“Yes. He doesn’t, why do you think that? Do. Not. Say it’s because you’re friends, we’re teammates but he does not stay quiet for me.” Marcelo says, sounding a little offended at his own words.

Sergio’s heart skips a beat, could he really…? No. Don’t get your hopes up.

“He’s coming. It’s now or never.” James chips in, clearly exasperating but it pumps Sergio up anyway. Because his friends are not judging him. On the contrary, they’re supporting him.

The latter turns around and surprisingly, Neymar is walking down the tunnel alone. The younger man looks up and smiles awkwardly when he sees all of them looking at him.

Sergio almost falls down when his teammates push him towards the other man. He quickly gets his balance back before running towards Ney.

His heart skips a nervous beat when he reaches the Brazilian. However, he can’t help but look him up and down, admiring how his sweat soaked jersey sticks to his body like a second skin, accentuating his curves and abs. God, he aches to touch him.

“Hi.” The younger man greets, almost shyly.

Sergio nearly groans. He can listen Neymar’s husky, honey dipped voice all day long and still not get tired of it.

“Go on a date with me.” Fuck. That…is not how he was planning -well, technically he did not have a plan- on telling him.

Neymar takes a step back, his eyes wide and his jaw to the floor and even amidst his own panic the Spaniard can only focus on how beautiful his eyes look. Glistening as the green fights against the brown.

“A-a date?”

“I-I- I’m sorry. Please forget I-“

“No! I mean yes! I’ll go on a date with you.” Ney blurts out, waving his hands around. His cheeks turning a deep red.

Sergio freezes, his brain short circuiting.

“You..you will?”

Neymar looks at him from under his lashes which makes the older man wonder if he is deliberately trying to kill him. How can a man be this adorable?

“Yes, I will.”

“Now?” Because he can’t wait. He refuses to.

The Brazilian’s lips slowly quirk up into a smile. “Okay.”

Sergio beams at him, gaining a bout of courage he leans forward and pecks his cheek. Cherishing the feel of the man’s soft skin against his lips.

Ney stares at him, his cheeks on fire but his smile impossibly wider and Sergio swears he has never seen anything more beautiful.

“I’ll take a shower then I’ll wait for you outside your locker room?”

“I’ll be quick.” The shorter man promises as he runs towards the changing rooms, waving at his teammates as he goes.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it” James asks, smiling smugly.

Not hard?! He almost had a heart attack when Neymar stepped away from him, Sergio thinks as he watches the other man walk away.

“You better not hurt him.” Case warns as he walks pass him. His tone half-joking, half-serious. But the Spaniard knows not to test the Brazilians. Not when it comes to the people they care about.

It’s not like he can anyway. Hurt Neymar, that is.

“Don’t ruin it.” Marcelo teases. “Oh and we don’t mind the special treatment you give him but at least try to stop him next time yeah? Especially if we’re already losing.”

“Uh yes, Marcelo. Thank you.”

The other man merely winks back.

“What he said. Emphasis on don’t ruin it. I don’t need you mopping around.” Pepe claps his back and jogs to reach Marcelo.

Sergio chuckles, over the moon, until he realizes he has no idea where to take Neymar.

Shit.

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