dirtyglitterr

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀʟᴏ 

Charles definitely kept his word about taking care of everything. From the private jet to the personal driver down to the fucking hotel, he made sure that I didn't have to worry about anything during my trip. I felt like a VIP the entire time, and I had to admit it was nice. Charles truly went above and beyond, and I was so grateful for his generosity and attention to detail. Then again, I was a little worried; some men, when they spared no expense like this, always expected something in return.

While Charles was still busy at the track, I took advantage of the spa. The bellboy that helped bring my bags to my room told me everything that was available to me that came with my suit. And let me just say it was beyond beautiful. It was the diamond suite at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, one of the most difficult hotels to book during the Formula One season. And yet here I was, enjoying the views from my private terrace.

While taking in the beautiful views of Monte-Carlo from the terrace, I couldn't help but snap a couple of photos to send to my mama. While sending my mom the photos, my phone started to ring, and it was Neymar. Fuck. I haven't spoken to him in a few days since, as you know, I basically asked without asking if he loved me more than a friend. And that went how it did. Of course, I felt bad about it, but I guess putting a whole country between us for the weekend was more than enough.

So I answered, "Hey."

"I'm at your place; Onde você está?" My heart sank. Neymar was at my place, and I wasn't there. Fuck, he didn't know that I went to Monaco.

I reluctantly replied, "About that, um, do you remember Charles?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Neymar responded.  "No."

I could feel the tension in Neymar's voice as he replied, "Kind of, or he did?" I knew he was upset, but he had no right to be. If that was true, why did I feel as if I was betraying him in some way by being here with Charles?

"He did...and I said yes."

There was another pause on the other end before he finally spoke again. "And you said yes."

"I've never been to Monaco before, especially to watch an F1 race. So I accepted the offer."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Neymar's voice was now laced with hurt. "I thought we were friends, and you couldn't even tell me you were going to Monaco to see some guy." I could hear the disappointment in his tone, and it made me feel guilty for not telling him earlier. But let us all not forget the wine bottles I filed with the tears that I cried over this man.

"It all happened so fast I forgot," I explained away.

"You forgot or just didn't want to tell me?" I could tell he wasn't buying my excuse. But did I care? no.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot," I admitted.

"You're lying; you didn't tell me because you knew how I'd react." He accused me, and I couldn't deny it. The truth was, I was afraid of his reaction. I didn't want to disappoint or hurt him, which is crazy because he didn't have an issue doing so with me, whether he knew it or not. The last thing I needed was to tell the guy I wanted to love me back about another guy showing interest in me.

"It's not like we're dating or anything." The words came out harsher than I intended, and I regretted them immediately. But fuck it, it's the truth. Regardless of us being married, it didn't matter because it would soon be annulled and a thing of the past. I just couldn't bring myself to be vulnerable with him again, not after everything that had happened. It was better to keep my distance and protect my heart. It just sucked that I had to protect it from him, of all people. "You're single; I'm single, so why would I care how you'd react to me seeing a guy?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. But deep down, I knew that my words were a defense mechanism. I was scared of getting hurt again, and I didn't want to risk opening up to him.

"If you weren't so busy avoiding me, you would've known that I had plans to take you with me this weekend." He said it with an air of dissatisfaction in his voice. I felt a pang of regret for pushing him away, but I couldn't help the fear that still lingered in my heart.

"I wasn't avoiding you, Neymar." I lied, knowing that if he could see me right now, he'd be able to see through me. "I just had a lot going on."

"Mhm. Yeah, whatever, just stay safe out there." He said, before ending the call. I knew I had to confront my fears and open up to him soon, or risk losing him forever.

•••

"Bienvenue à Monte Carlo, Mia." He smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist and greeting me further with a kiss on each of my cheeks. I blushed at his affectionate gesture, feeling a warm sensation spreading across my face. Despite my attempts to remain composed and aloof, I couldn't help but feel flattered by his attention.

He was dressed casually, wearing a simple white t-shirt and faded jeans that complimented his fit frame. His hair was tousled and unkempt, giving him a carefree vibe that matched his easygoing demeanor and made me feel at ease.  "I'm glad that I didn't listen to Gigi about my outfit." I smiled. Gigi tried to force me to wear heels, but something in me wanted to feel comfortable. I knew that Charlie and I would be going sightseeing, and I wasn't sure I'd make it back if I wore heels. I decided to wear a flowy floral dress and sandals. The dress swayed gracefully in the breeze, keeping me cool under the hot Monte Carlo sun.

I was grateful that I had trusted my instincts and ignored Gigi's fashion advice. Charlie seemed to appreciate my outfit too, as he smiled, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles gently. "Tu es belle, heels or no heels," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with sincerity. The gesture made me feel special, and I couldn't help but blush.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow on the luxurious buildings and yachts that surrounded us. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that awaited me in this glamorous city. As I basked in the dazzling surroundings, I heard the revving of an engine and turned to see a sleek gray Ferrari 812 GTS pulling up. I watch the valet step out from the driver's seat and walk around to hand Charles the keys before opening the passenger door for me. "You're picking me up in style, I see," I said, grinning at him.

Charles smirked, slipping on his shades. The sun's rays were bright, but Charles looked cool and collected with his shades on. "Je ne l'aurais pas d'une autre façon. I know how much you like fast cars."

"Can I drive?" I asked,

Arching his brow questioningly, "Can you even drive?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Yes, Charles. I can drive. I have a license."

Charles chuckled and shook his head. "Alright then, let's see what you've got," he said as he handed me the keys.

I smiled, taking the keys before he had a chance to change his mind, and swiftly got into the driver's seat. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I settled into the comfortable leather seat of the Ferrari. The car was sleek and sporty, and I couldn't wait to take it for a spin. With Charles in the passenger seat, I started up the engine and revved it a few times as I looked over at him. "Tu as l'air nerveux. Détendez-vous." I smirked, gripping the steering wheel. "Put on your seatbelt." Charles chuckled nervously and fumbled with the seatbelt before finally clicking it into place. As I peeled away from the hotel entrance, I could feel the power of the car beneath me, and I couldn't help but let out a whoop of excitement.

I sped expertly through the traffic, weaving in and out of lanes with ease. The sporty car responded to my every touch, and I felt like a pro behind the wheel. Other drivers honked at me as I passed them, but I paid them no mind. I was in my element, and nothing could stop me. As I zoomed down the highway, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. This was what driving was all about speed, power, and control. This must have been what Charles felt every time he raced; it was an addictive feeling, and I was loving every second of it.

"Car!" Charlie panicked as I drifted expertly away from the oncoming car. My heart raced, but my instincts kicked in, and I swerved just in time to avoid the collision, screeching up to our destination. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through my veins, but it was a feeling that I would never forget. As I parked the car and turned off the engine, I couldn't help but smile. Charlie, on the other hand, was white-knuckled and gasping for air. "Putain de merde," he laughed nervously, "where did you learn to drive like that?"

"Let's just say that when I was in college, I had a thing for street racing." I grinned, stepping out of the car and handing the keys to the valet. "But don't worry, I've learned to control my need for speed since then. Besides, we made it here in one piece, didn't we?"

Charlie nodded, still catching his breath. "Je pense que je suis tombé amoureux de toi." he said with a chuckle, getting out of the passenger's side and taking my hand into his.

I couldn't help but tease him, "Oh vraiment? Did you fall in love with me because of my driving skills? If I knew that was all it took, I'm off to a great start then." I whispered in his ear, giving his hand a playful squeeze.

As I kissed the corner of his lips, Charlie's cheeks flushed as he grinned, cupping my cheek and pulling me in for a deeper kiss. "No, it wasn't just your driving skills; C'est plus que ça, beau," he said between kisses. "It was everything about you. You're crazy and unpredictable." I couldn't help but smile against his lips as we stood there, lost in each other's embrace.

Oh fuck, and here I was thinking that I didn't have any game. It hasn't even been 24 hours, and we're already all over each other in public. But I couldn't deny the chemistry between us; it was exciting and new. I guess I was taking my friend's advice to step out of my comfort zone and try something different. And boy, was it worth it. Who knew I had it in me, maybe I should buy a fucking Ferrari.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

There's nothing better than a few glasses of wine and being around your best friends when it comes to curing a broken heart. Antonella and Georgina were at Mia's apartment, helping her pack her bags for her upcoming trip to Monaco tomorrow. One thing that both Georgina and Antonella couldn't miss was how quiet yet very heavy-handed she was with her wine pours all evening.

"I see you haven't taken it down," Georgina said from the end of the couch.

Mia shrugged, taking a sip of her wine. "I thought about it, and I want to start over." Mia sighed. "When I was with Mason, he controlled every aspect of my life except work. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to put myself out there more—with boundaries, of course."

Antonella nodded in agreement, saying, "You deserve to be happy, Mia." Mia returned a small, grateful smile.

Georgina smiled, lifting her wine glass for a toast, and said, "To boundaries." With that, the three friends clinked their glasses together and toasted.

Mia felt a sense of relief wash over her as she made the decision to start fresh. It was scary, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She had spent so long living in fear of Mason's reactions and expectations that she had forgotten what it was like to make her own choices. "Plus, it would make my mom happy." Mia adds, "I just don't know where to start."

"I know who else it would make happy." Antonella teased with a sly grin, causing Mia to blush.

"A familiar Brazilian heartthrob." Georgina grinned, nudging Mia's shoulder. But the atmosphere quickly soured once Anto and Gigi noticed how Mia's face fell at the insinuations of Neymar. "Ok, seriously, Mia, what the fuck is going on?" Georgina huffed as she leaned in towards Mia, her frustration growing with each passing moment. Georgina knew something was off with Mia when she greeted her at the door. Her energy was just off, and Georgina didn't want to make things worse by pushing the topic too much, but the fact that Mia was no longer a blushing mess when her husband's name was brought up was confusing.

Mia picked up the wine bottle from the ground and poured herself another glass. "We had a fight last night." She tells them, taking a sip of the red liquid while trying to compose herself.

"I told you he'd go crazy about you going to see Charles," Georgina said.

"Actually, I still haven't told him about that."

"Mia, you're literally packing, and he still doesn't know?" she asked, her gaze fixed on Mia's face.

"Fuck that she's single; he knows the drill." Georgina rolled her eyes. "It's not like she's cheating on him, Anto."

Antonella raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you two possibly fight about?" Anto asked, curious.

Mia hesitated before admitting, "I brought up the annulment and that getting married was a drunken mistake." Mia sighed. "That's how it started anyway."

-

"A drunken mistake?!" Lionel exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"She clearly hasn't seen the footage," Sergio replied with a smirk. Lionel shook his head, watching as Sergio aimed and sank a difficult shot into the corner pocket.

Neymar sighed heavily and took a long sip of his drink. "She's right, though we both got out of serious relationships that fucked us mentally," he admitted to his friends. "Maybe pushing this is the wrong call." Sergio and Lionel exchanged concerned glances, silently urging Neymar to continue.

"Please." Lionel scoffed, not believing him for a minute; he knew how much he loved Mia. If anything, Lionel knew that Mia calling it a drunken mistake would crush Neymar, but he knew it was a lie. It was clear that the two of them were hopelessly in love with each other, but they were too stubborn to admit it.

"What else happened?" asked Sergio, sensing there was more to Neymar's confession.

Neymar took a deep breath before continuing, his eyes flickering between his two friends. "That was it, really."

Sergio laughed, patting him on the shoulder, saying, "You're a bad fucking liar."

Neymar couldn't help but smile, knowing that his friends knew him too well. "Okay, fine," he admitted. "She told me that she loved me." Both Lio and Sergio's eyes widened at Neymar's revelation. They had suspected the truth all along, but hearing it confirmed still came as a surprise. "I knew it!" exclaimed Lionel, grinning from ear to ear. Sergio simply shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So what did you say?" Sergio prodded. 

-

"He fucking friend-zoned you!" Her friends exclaimed in disbelief,

"He said that he only loved me as a friend." Mia said sadly, "Nothing more, nothing less," trying to hold back tears. "I guess I just misread his signals."

Antonella couldn't believe that Neymar, of all people, had the nerve to friend-zone Mia, especially with everything Lionel has been telling her. Both she and her husband, Lionel, were certain about how their friends felt about each other, so this wasn't making any sense. Neymar practically begged her to do everything in her power to delay the annulment between him and Mia, all for what for him just to break her fucking heart.

"He's obviously lying, Mia," Antonella said, holding her best friend's hand in comfort while Georgina wrapped her arm around Mia's shoulder. Mia let out a heavy sigh and rested her head on Gigi's shoulder, feeling the weight of all the emotions she had been carrying. She couldn't believe how blind she had been, not realizing Neymar's true intentions all this time.

"I doubt it; I guess your speech about how he lit up whenever he saw me was just bullshit," Mia said bitterly, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't believe I fell for it. I thought he was different, but he's just like all the other guys who only want to play games with my heart." Antonella and Georgina exchanged a sympathetic look, knowing that there was nothing they could say to ease their friend's pain.

"Everyone sees how he acts around you, Mia; it wasn't bullshit," Antonella spoke up, trying to reassure her friend. "But maybe he's just not ready for a serious relationship right now. It doesn't mean he doesn't care about you."

Georgina nodded in agreement, adding, "And if he's not willing to give you the respect and commitment you deserve, then he's not worth your time."

"I think I loved him before I even knew what that feeling meant." Mia's voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.

Antonella and Georgina exchanged a sympathetic glance, both understanding the pain of unrequited love all too well. "I'm going to murder him."

-

Neymar's smile faded slightly as he thought back to the moment. "I didn't say anything," he admitted. "I just kissed her." The three friends shared a knowing look, understanding the weight of that action. It was clear that Neymar was in deep with this girl, and they were all happy for him. Neymar shrugged. "I didn't say anything back. I was too shocked."

"Bro, you friend-zoned her?" Sergio asked in disbelief. "After all that, you didn't say anything?" Neymar shook his head, still processing what had happened.

"When a woman says that you love her as a friend, it's actually her asking you if you love her more than that. That was your moment to come clean, not friend zone her, Neymar." Lionel stressed,

"I just didn't expect it," he said with a sigh. His friends exchanged puzzled glances, wondering how he could be so clueless about his own feelings. "I froze. I fucking froze and didn't say anything, and since then she's been distant."

"Well, no shit you friendzoned her." Lionel scoffed, "You missed your chance, to be honest with her, and now you have to deal with the consequences. If you really care about her, you need to talk to her and make things right. Otherwise, you might lose her forever."

"I know," he sighed deeply, "All that was on my mind was everything on her plate." Neymar confessed, "She's got her mom, her business, and that crazy fucking ex to worry about. The last thing I wanted to do was push too hard and ruin everything. So I froze."

Lionel nodded understandingly, saying, "I get it, but sometimes not saying anything can be just as damaging. You don't want her to feel like you're not interested or that you're not willing to support her through everything."

Neymar ran a hand over his bearded jaw, deep in his thoughts. He knew Lionel was right, but the fear of causing any harm was paralyzing him. He had to find a way to communicate his feelings without overwhelming her. "I know, man. I need to be sure, I guess."

"Bro, she's your wife. How sure do you need it to be." Sergio chuckled, "You act all flirty and touchy like a schoolboy when you're around her, and she gives you the chance to make her your for real wife, and you fuck it up."

Neymar rolled his eyes. "It's not that simple, Sergio. I have a lot on my plate right now with my career and everything." "

I get that," Sergio replied, "but don't let your fear of commitment ruin something good. You love her, man. Don't let her slip away." 

-

"I say keep fuck him. Go to Monaco with an open mind and heart, and get to know Charles." Georgina said encouragingly.

Mia sniffed, drinking more of her wine. "I don't know, Georgina. I feel like I've been burned so many times that I'm not sure if I have anything left to give." Mia replied, her voice laced with hesitation. "Especially what Kaylin told me after the game."

"Mia, that fucker has it out for Neymar; you literally can't let him be a verified source," Antonella said, joining in the conversation. This was news to her; Mia had not once mentioned ever having a conversation with Kaylin after the game.

"So Neymar constantly cheating on his ex isn't true?" Mia scoffed. At this point, she'd hate to say it, but Neymar's so-called sworn enemy was the only one whoes words were actually the truth. "Or him being overly flirty with brunettes was that a lie too?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "I just don't know who or what to believe anymore. It's exhausting."

"If anything, that bitch was the cheater, not him," Antonella said bitterly at the thought of his ex Bruna. "She was always the one flirting with other guys behind his back. Neymar just got caught up in the drama because he's famous."

Georgina nodded in agreement, saying, "It's hard to know what's true and what's not when it comes to celebrities, but that bitch was always the problem, trust us."

"All he's done is flirt with me, call me his wife, and stir up my feelings, making me think that maybe being his wife wouldn't be such a bad thing," Mia mumbled sadly.

"Which it wouldn't, plus you two would have the cutest babies," Georgina said, trying to lighten the mood.

Mia's eyes widened at Georgina's comment, but she couldn't help but smile at the thought of having children with him. However, she knew deep down that it was just a fantasy and that he would never truly love her. "You can forget about it because, as his friend, I'm going to make sure that this marriage gets annulled so I can marry someone who actually fucking loves me." 

-

 After Neymar broke the news to his friends, their interest in hanging out and playing pool went out the window. Both Sergio and Lionel had one job, and that was knocking some sense into their best friend. "I'm going to give her the space she needs," Neymar said, taking a drink of his beer. He didn't know what else to do. He already fucked up by not admitting how he felt about Mia at that moment. I guess he felt that maybe if he gave her the space that she was taking, he'd be able to go back in and fix everything.

"You already know Anto, especially Gigi, is telling her something different right now," Sergio commented from his end of the couch. Neymar sighed, knowing that his friends were probably right. But he couldn't help but hope that Mia would eventually come back to him. He took another sip of his beer, lost in thought.

Suddenly, Neymar's phone rang. He scrambled to pick it up, hoping it was Mia on the other end. To his disappointment, it was just his friend Lewis. "Ei Lewis, e aí, cara, você está no viva-voz."

"Quem está com você?" Lewis asked. Neymar glanced over at his friends on the couch and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Sergio and Gabriel are here with me," he said, wondering why Lewis was asking.

"Bro, I thought you said Mia was your girl," Lewis asked him, causing Neymar to feel a pang of guilt.

He took a swig of his beer before responding. "She is, but we're not exclusive or anything yet. It's a work in progress." Lio and Sergio rolled their eyes knowingly as they listened in on Neymar's conversation with Lewis. Too bad he was too pussy to tell her how he really felt about her to her face. They all knew that Mia was more than a "work in progress" when it came to Neymar.

"I know you told me that, and as your boy, I backed off out of respect," Lewis replied.

"Yeah, and I appreciate it that no one knew who she was to me," Neymar said, grateful for Lewis's discretion. "But I think it's time to take things to the next level with her. I just need to figure out how to do it without messing things up."

"You better get to it because I heard from Russell, who told me he heard from fucking Verstappen, who heard from Pierre that Leclerc invited her to Monaco to watch him race," Lewis explained, his tone serious.

"Monaco? That's a big move," Sergio said, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like you're not the only one interested in her."

"Who are any of those people?" Lionel scoffed, clearly not understanding the references.

"Formula One drivers, Lio, keep up man," Lewis replied, "and Leclerc is one of the best. If he's inviting her to Monaco, it means he's really interested in her."

"How do you know any of this is even true?" Neymar asked, standing from his seat and pacing around the room. "Maybe it's just a rumor." Neymar tried to reason with his friends, questioning its validity, but his nervous pacing around the room suggested that he was secretly hoping it wasn't true. "I wish it was just a rumor," Lewis said, his voice heavy. "He slid into her DM on IG after meeting her in Paris. Called her the other day, FaceTimed all of that, and invited her."

The room fell silent as everyone processed the news. It was clear that Neymar was deeply hurt by the situation. "Ha! He's lying; Mia doesn't even have an Instagram." Lionel spoke up, casting doubt on the validity of the evidence. "Are you sure it was really Mia?" Neymar asked.

"Bro, I saw the messages—don't ask how I got them; I have my ways—she left him on read on IG, but the text is where they were confirming everything for Monaco for this weekend." Lewis remained adamant.

Both Sergio and Lionel wasted no time in needing to see for themselves if one of their most private friends had finally joined the social media world. They quickly pulled out their phones and searched for Mia's Instagram account, but to no avail. They found it. "This reeks of Georgina," Lionel grumbled, looking at the selection of photos on Mia's account. "She's been trying to get Mia to join social media for months now." Sergio nodded in agreement.

Mia was a beautiful woman; they all knew that, but the fact that she was finally posting made Neymar nervous. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of attention she would attract and if she was prepared for the inevitable barrage of messages and comments. Despite his concerns, he couldn't deny that he was curious to see what kind of content Mia would share with the world. So while keeping Lewis on speaker, he hopped on Instagram to find her page.

He scrolled through her feed, admiring the carefully curated photos of her travels and friends. It was a side of Mia that he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of all the experiences she had without him. Would she post photos of her and that fucker Charles before him?

"Why is she not following me?" Lionel scoffed in disbelief, saying, "This is definitely fucking Georgina's work."

"All I'm saying is that you might think she's your girl, but she's single until you claim her publicly," Lewis said from the speaker of Neymar's phone, causing him to sigh, realizing that Lewis had a point. Neymar couldn't keep assuming that Mia was his without making a public declaration. Hell, she wanted him to admit it to her the other day, and he fucking choked. "Thanks for letting me know, man," he said before hanging up the phone.

"Still think not being honest was the best thing?" Sergio asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Neymar's expression. Neymar shook his head, feeling a sense of regret wash over him. He knew he had to make things right with Mia and publicly claim her as his girlfriend-wife, or whatever before someone else did.

"I guess I'm going to Monaco," Neymar smirked.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇩​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬

[dirtyglitterr]

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ

I turned to Penny and asked her, "What should we order for dinner?" but she just wagged her tail in response. I guess I'll have to decide for us. "How about that noodle place that has those egg rolls that you like?" With the mention of those veggie egg rolls, she gave me a bark of approval before jumping onto my lap. I chuckled and scratched behind her ears, saying, "Okay, it's settled then. Noodle place it is."

Neymar finally came out of his room, freshly showered, and joined us in the living room. He was shirtless and in black sweatpants; his hair and tattoo-riddled chest were still damp from the shower. The way droplets of water clung to his brown skin, glistening in the light, made my heart race. Soccer sure did keep him fit. He sat down next to me, leaning back against the cushions, his muscles flexing as he stretched out his legs. His toned body was tempting, and I wanted to explore every inch of it with my tongue- "What are we ordering for dinner?" he asked, breaking me out of my trance. glancing at Penny, who was happily snuggled on my lap.

"I was thinking about that noodle place with those veggie egg rolls," I suggested, trying to ignore how much of a heathen I was turning into the longer that I'm around him.

He nodded in agreement, saying, "No idea what noodle place you're speaking about, but I trust you to make sure I'm fed." I grinned, rolling my eyes. "You know you're paying, right?"

"Você está começando a se tornar um marido de merda," I replied, still petting Penny, who had settled comfortably on my lap, as I placed our order on my phone.

"We gotta keep the spark somehow. Besides, it's your punishment for entertaining that ass." He said this while pulling my legs onto his lap.

Speaking of that ass, "What's your deal with him anyway?"

Neymar sighed deeply, flicking through the TV channels until he landed on a soccer game. God, it's like he lived and breathed soccer. "He's trying to push me out of PSG," Neymar said, his eyes still glued to the TV screen.

"Can he do that?" I asked, leaning my head back against the couch.

Neymar shrugged, his attention still on the game, as he began rubbing against my calves. Damn, that felt too good. "Technically, no. Besides Lio and me, he's one of the top players on the team."

"If he's already in the top three, why is he such an ass towards you?"

"That's the problem, Flor; he wants to be the top player overall on the team." I sighed, understanding the pressure Neymar must be under. Being a top player comes with its own set of expectations and demands.

That's why the other day, when he was calling me the best interior designer, I couldn't accept it. He may think so, but the competition is fierce, and I'm just grateful for how far I've been able to take my company. "I get it," I said, "but that doesn't give him the right to be an ass towards you."

Neymar finally tore his eyes away from the game and looked at me. "I know, Flor. But he has a lot of power within the club. And he's not afraid to use it. They spared no expense when bringing him into the team. He's a young talent and easy to mold while I'm trying to keep up. "

I sat up, almost offended that he'd ever fix his lips to say that. "Keep up, Neymar. Not once did you need to step out; you played at your peak for the entire game." But he just shrugged, his eyes shifting back to the flat screen.

I knew that he was thinking about something else entirely, something that he didn't want to share with me. It was frustrating, but I also knew that I couldn't push him too hard. He was already under a lot of pressure, both on and off the field. I decided to change the subject, hoping to lighten the mood. "So, have you been keeping up with the latest transfer rumors?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"It's not enough." He replied, his tone still tense. "I need to push my limits or I'll be seen as a nonvaluable player by tomorrow by management."

"I'll fight for my place on this team, no matter what."

It was a quiet moment between us, Neymar's focus shifting from the game to the gentle rhythm of his hands. "You're so tense," he murmured, his voice softening. "Just relax." I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensation of his touch. For a moment, everything else melted away and it was just us, here in this moment together.

"Fuck management!" I snapped suddenly, crawling over to straddle his lap. Neymar's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't push me away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer, his hands now slipping under the large shirt that he wore and roaming the skin of my back. Focus, Mia; you have a motivational speech to give. Placing my hand on his cheek, I said, "There will never be another you." Neymar looked at me intently, his eyes softening as he listened to my words. If you weren't so damn good, he wouldn't be threatened by you. You wouldn't be one of the best players in the world—hell, for your country. They will always need you, never you needing them. Remember that."

He leaned in, pressing his lips against the corner of my lips, then pulled back with a small smile. I knew he needed this reminder; he needed to hear that he was valuable and irreplaceable. Hell, who doesn't?

He lifted his hand to my cheek, gently stroking it as he looked into my eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. His hand was still on my cheek. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he slowly leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.

"I'm with you," I whispered as I smiled back. "Whatever happens, I've got your back," I said. We stayed like that for a few moments, just breathing together, my fingers caressing his bearded jaw. Fuck, what was I doing? This isn't what friends do; this, this-this was couple shit.

As I opened my eyes, his hazel eyes were on me, watching me intently. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me at the sight of his gaze, but I quickly composed myself and stood up from his lap, reclaiming my spot next to him on the couch. Awkward much, Mia. "How long will you be staying?" He asked,

"I only planned to stay for a month, but then again, I didn't plan on getting married," I replied with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckled along with me, but I could tell there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I asked Anto about the annulment."

"You did?" he said, his voice low.

"Yeah, and apparently we'll be stuck in this for eight months."

"More time for me to use my husband's card then," he smirked, his eyes locking onto mine.

"It's not funny, Neymar. It may be for you, but not for me. I wanted my experience of being married for the first time to mean something, not a drunken mistake." As soon as my words fell out of my mouth like vomit, I instantly regretted them. The hurt reflected in his hazel eyes made me feel even worse.

"So if you married that abusive piece of shit, then it would've meant something, but since it's me, your world is ending." I could see the hurt in his eyes, and it made me feel guilty for my previous words.

"That's not fair," I said, trying to repair the damage I had caused. "I didn't mean it like that." I reached out to take his hand, but he stood up and walked away in the direction of the kitchen. "Oh Penny, momma's fucked up again." I sighed, looking over at Penny and feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and asked, "Should I go after him?" I whispered to her. Penny barked as she nuzzled her head against my hand, as if trying to offer some sort of consolation. Giving me the courage I needed.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇩​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​

[dirtyglitterr]

Halle Berry in Race the Sun, 1996

[dirtyglitterr]

“In my end is my beginning.”

— Mary, Queen of Scots

[dirtyglitterr]

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

Previous Chapter

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ + ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴍᴇꜱɪꜱ

After the game, which they won—and of course, they did PSG had the best players in the league at the moment on their team. Anto wanted to wait with me, but seeing how tired Lio was from his performance on the field, I'd feel bad keeping them any longer. So here I was waiting outside of the locker room for Neymar, casually pacing back and forth due to the stressful phone call that I was currently having with my other mischievous best friend. "I'm going to murder you, Georgina."

"I have a right to plead my case." She argues playfully, but I'm not buying it. I can't believe I let Anto talk me into this scheme. While my other friend is pretending to be me and leaving God knows who on read. I know I should have said no, and now here I am, waiting for Neymar while keeping this big secret from him about Charles. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong, right? It's just a harmless trip to Monaco with a friend. But then why do I feel like I'm betraying Neymar?

"When were you going to tell me about me finally joining Instagram?" I sarcastically asked her,

"After I got you to one million followers, who squealed?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her response.

"I don't know Charles Leclerc maybe."

"Leclerc, why does he sound familiar?" She asked, pretending not to know who he was.

"Oh, come on, you know who he is, Gigi," I replied with a laugh.

"You fucking should you gave him my Instagram without even letting me—the person for who you created the account for—know about it."

"Ohh Charles," she finally said, "he's the Formula One driver you've been obsessing over for months now. Girl, he's sweet; you should've seen the message he sent you. Talk about a crush." I couldn't help but blush at her teasing.

"Yeah, he told me. He said he got nervous about the fact I never responded, so he called me, inviting me to Monaco for the weekend to see the race."

"Look at my baby girl; first she gets married, and now she already has a side piece. I'm so proud." I couldn't help but laugh at my friend's playful teasing. At this point, I decided it would be better to laugh it off because if I didn't, I'd be too crippled by my anxiety to process it all.

"Between you and Antonella, I don't know who to strangle first." I sighed and said, "Send me the login info, please."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna delete it, that's why."

"Please don't; that'll make me really sad." She whined,

I know what you're probably thinking—you're a thirty-year-old woman who needs to join society and enjoy the world—yeah, well, guess what? I'm sure I'll be able to enjoy it just as much without it. "You know I hate social media. I hate having people who don't know me pick me apart." It's not like I'm completely isolated from the world. I have friends who I don't have to worry about fucking my boyfriend, and family who I spend time with and enjoy meaningful conversations with. Plus, there are plenty of other ways to stay informed and connected without subjecting myself to the toxicity of social media. And from the post, I saw today from that Instagram blog, this was the right decision.

"You're the strongest woman I know, babes. Trust me when I say that no one is picking you apart."

"What are they saying?" I asked, curious. "I change my mind. Send me the login info, please."

"Fine." I heard her huff dramatically, "Only if you give me the gossip on your side piece."

"Georgina." I groaned.

"Mia." She mimicked,

"Fine, I'll call you later." I gave in hearing her squeal happily as we said our goodbyes.

"You must be Mia." I turned to see a male figure approaching me, his eyes fixed on mine.

"It depends on who's asking," I confirmed, curious as to who he was.

"I'm asking," he said with a sly smile.

"And who are you?" I knew exactly who he was: Kylian Mbappé—he's also the ass who had a hard-on for giving my husband—I mean, my boyfriend—fuck!

"I thought my face would've given me away."

"Oh, so I'm supposed to know who you are. You're full of yourself, aren't you." I took a deep breath and tried to keep my cool.

"Maybe," he smirked, "or maybe you already had your eyes on another player." And if I did, that wasn't any of his damn business.

"I came to watch Lionel play as well with his wife, Anto," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I see," he said with a nod. "I noticed you before, but never in his jersey. So you're his girl then."

"Lionel is very married."

"I know I meant Neymar."

I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyed. "Why should it matter to you?"

"He's a lady's man, so it's not common for his plaything to have front-row seats and a jersey."

"Why are you telling me this? Look, I don't know what your problem is with him, but I'm not interested in getting involved in any drama. So unless you have something important to discuss with me, I suggest you leave." Kylian smirked and leaned in closer.

"Because he has a type-short, brunette with pretty eyes and a nice smile." I raised an eyebrow, not sure where he was going with this.

"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even.

Kylian chuckled and replied, "Well, you fit the description perfectly. You seem too genuine to be in his company."

"So I should be in your company and wearing your number?" I retorted, feeling a hint of irritation.

Kylian simply smiled and said, "At least you wouldn't have to worry about me ever cheating on you."

"W-What?" I stammered, taken aback by his sudden comment.

Kylian chuckled softly and added, "His ex Bruna dealt with a lot but only got half of the story. But me being his teammate and all, it's easy to spot a man whose main priority will always be himself." My heart sank as I tried to process the information. I wanted to always know that whatever was between Neymar and me, I could always trust him. But now I couldn't help but let the doubts creep in. Would he really cheat on me?

⇊ Read Full Chapter Below ⇊

Thanks for reading!

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ

It was game day, and the Le Parc des Princes stadium was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Anto and I were sitting in the VIP box, waiting for the game to begin. I was so nervous, and I wasn't the one kicking the ball around down there on the field. I was nervous because this would be the first game where I was cheering on more than just Lio. I was here watching my husband—my best friend live in action. I needed to distract myself before I became a nervous wreck, so I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. That's when I saw a text from my assistant:

From: Gilly H.

Now I see why you haven't been back boss.

I clicked on the link that she sent me, and it led me to an Instagram post of Neymar and me. I knew that fucker never deleted that photo, and I smiled to myself knowingly. However, the description of the post was something that I wasn't expecting to read. "So not only has Neymar moved on from Bruna, he's moved on to yet another brunette. Who the fuck is this?" I said to myself,

"What's wrong?" Anto asked,

"We'll see how long this lasts before Bruna sends out a PSA," I continued, showing Anto the Instagram post.

Anto shook her head and said, "What's The Goss is worse than the damn plague." Anto rolled her eyes. "You can't pay too much to it or else it'll drive you crazy, Mimi." I nodded in agreement, knowing that Antonella was right. I decided to take a break from scrolling through Instagram and put my phone away.

"I guess hiding isn't an option anymore." I said, I guess if Neymar and I ever became a thing—I mean, we are married, but our feelings towards each other are completely platonic, but if we were actually a thing, blogs, and strangers following us around with cameras almost everywhere that we went would be something that I had to seriously consider.

"It was only a matter of time before everyone found out about you two." Anto grinned mischievously as she nudged me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she was just teasing me, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety at the thought of our relationship—or our shotgun wedding becoming public knowledge. The thought of constantly being in the spotlight and having our every move scrutinized by the media was daunting, to say the least. "You look so cute in his jersey, by the way." She added, changing the subject.

I blushed and looked down at the Neymar jersey I was wearing. It was a gift from him, and I loved wearing it. It was super comfortable, but now that we were married, it felt like a statement. A statement that I'm sure once the internet gets a hold of the photos from today, they will all run wild with, I'm sure. Then again, I wasn't sure I was ready to make such a statement to the world. A statement that not even I was sure of. "Thanks," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But let's focus on the hiding part. Do you think we could actually keep our relationship a secret?" Anto shrugged.

"It's not impossible, but it won't be easy. We'll have to be careful about it, but it seems you two are past being careful." Fuck, she was right. "How's that been going anyway?" She then asked.

"What part? Getting to know my childhood best friend all over again, or us being married?" I mumbled my response, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation.

Taking a sip of her beer, she listened to my response and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I guess that answers that," she said with a slight chuckle. She took another sip and leaned back in her chair, studying me carefully. "But seriously, Mimi, how's everything been going between you two?"

I couldn't help but think about the moment between Neymar and me yesterday. He was there for me when I needed him the most, even though my stupid ass thought it would've been best to distance myself from him. But what I really couldn't stop replaying over and over in my head was his thumb rubbing against my lips. It was a moment that I couldn't forget, even if I tried. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to. It was like time had stopped and all that existed were the two of us in that cafe. "Well, he's still a madman in the best of ways." His touch gave me goosebumps all over. I knew then that what we had was something special, something worth fighting for. "The marriage, however, is something that should've never happened. Speaking of, did you hear back about the annulment?" But then again, I stomped those feelings down as quickly as they came up. I mean, according to this What's the Goss bitch, he had a type for brunettes.

"Uh...yeah."

"And?" I asked with a raised brow. As I sat there, waiting for news of the annulment, my nerves began to get the best of me. The thought of being legally tied to him forever was overwhelming, yet at the same time, a part of me still longed for his affection.

"My lawyers have been looking into it and said that it might take eight months—"

"Eight months!" " I exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. "¿Estás bromeando, Antonella? I can't wait that long. I need to move on with my life."

"You two went to some janky place and got married by John fucking Snow; it was worse than Vegas." Antonella sighed and looked at me sympathetically. "I know it's not ideal, but we have to go through the legal process to get your marriage annulled. From what my lawyer is saying, it's the only way to make sure it's done properly and won't cause any issues down the line." I nodded, feeling defeated. But was I really sad about never hearing him call me his wife every chance he got?

"But what about my job? I can't just take eight months off. And I can't just up and move my mama to France in the middle of her treatments." Antonella nodded understandingly. "My lawyer is doing his best to expedite the process, but unfortunately, there are no guarantees. In the meantime, he's advising that you should look into getting a work visa so you can stay in the country legally."

Despite the bad news, I couldn't help but think about how he took it. "Did you tell him?"

"I'll let you break the news to him. You have to admit that being Mrs. da Silva Santos is not a bad way to get over that abusive ass." She grinned,

"That's the thing; adding a husband to the mix is just a recipe for disaster."

"Neymar doesn't seem to think so." As I listened to my best friend's words, I couldn't help but feel confused by what she was insinuating. Was she suggesting that Neymar actually wanted to stay married to me? The thought made my heart race with excitement and fear all at once. "Oh, come on, Mimi, don't pretend that you haven't noticed."

"I'm not thinking too much about anything he does. He's a player and has a thing for brunettes." To think that he might actually have feelings for me was almost too much to handle. But then again, I had heard stories about his reputation with women. Could I really trust him? Would he just use me and then move on to someone else? These were the questions that set my mind on overdrive.

Despite my reservations, though, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be Neymar's girlfriend—hell, his wife since we skipped several relationship milestones. We would travel the world together; he'd force me to attend glamorous events, and, of course, I'd watch him play soccer from the best seats in the house. It all seemed too good to be true, but for now, all I could do was wait and see if he would make a move. Did I even want that?

"Yes, he has a place in the fuckboy hall of fame, but you don't see how he looks at you." Anto gushed as I looked at her. "Or how you look at him. It's like you both hang the moon in each other's eyes. I've never seen him or you like this before."

"And what that?" I asked,

"Happy. Truly happy." She smiled sweetly, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through my chest. "It's like there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you—a connection that runs deeper than just physical attraction. Maybe it's the way he listens to you when you speak, or how he always seems to know exactly what you need without you having to say a word. Whatever it is, it's clear that there's something special between you two. And while some might even call him a fuckboy, you see something different in him—a vulnerability and a tenderness that he only shows to those he truly cares about. As for you, it's obvious that he holds a special place in your heart. You can't help but smile when he's around, and your eyes light up whenever someone mentions his name. It's like the two of you are meant to be together, even if the rest of the world doesn't quite understand it yet."

Fuck, I needed this game to start already, I thought to myself as I looked away from her, wiping at the tear that unknowingly fell from my eyes. I knew for a fact that when I was alone again, Anto's words were going to drown me. But then again, maybe that's what I need right now. Maybe I need to feel this ache in my chest because it reminds me that I'm alive and that I'm capable of feeling something so intense.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇩​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬

[dirtyglitterr]

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴀꜰé ᴅᴇ ꜰʟᴏʀᴇ

I was happy that Mia decided to get out of the house. I've been driving us around, showing her some famous sights in Paris. As we drove past the Eiffel Tower, Mia's face lit up with excitement. You'd think with her having her own personal view of the Eiffel Tower in her apartment, she wouldn't be this excited when we drove past. Maybe I'll rent out the area for a date with her in the future.

We continued on, passing by the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe. Mia snapped photos of everything, smiling brightly every time we passed something she had never seen before. "You know you'll have to post all those photos you just took, right?" I grinned, my eyes never leaving the road.

"Not everything is meant to be shared, Junior." I chuckled at her response, knowing that Mia was one for keeping some things to herself. Hopefully, she won't kill me if she ever finds out about me posting her to my Instagram stories earlier. Since doing so, my phone hasn't stopped blowing up, from Instagram notifications to text messages from my friends wanting to know about this mysterious beauty that I was with. Even when I was with Bruna, I never willingly posted her; she, however, would figure out a way to get it done herself.

  As we drove further into the heart of Paris, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. It wasn't often that we got to take a break from our busy lives and explore a new city together. Mia and I had been friends for years, but this trip was different. It felt like a new chapter in our friendship, one filled with adventure and excitement. I couldn't wait to see what else Paris had in store for us.

"I love your car." She said, as I drove us further into the heart of Paris.

I smiled, glancing over at her. "Thanks; it's been my baby for years now," I replied. Mia nodded, admiring the sleek design and comfortable leather seats of my Range Rover. "My other ones are back home."

"Of course they are." She giggled, "I googled you." My hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling a surge of nerves at the thought of what she might have found online. Now why the fuck would she go do that? With the amount of crazy shit about me online, we'd be here for days.

As we approached our destination, I quickly parked the car, "You promised that you wouldn't do that."

Mia looked at me with a smirk on her face and said, "I couldn't resist. I had to know what I was getting myself into." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but chuckle at her honesty. "Besides, I didn't promise you that. I said I'd ask you instead of the internet. Plus, it was my mama who did it while we were on FaceTime."

"Now I'm scared. What did she say? I hope you didn't find anything too scandalous," I joked as I stepped out, walking around to open the door for her.

Mia shrugged. "It depends on your definition of scandalous." I shook my head and wrapped my arm around her shoulders as we walked together to our next destination.

"She said that you're amazing at soccer but such a ladies' man." She giggled, but I could tell there was a hint of jealousy in her tone.

I laughed it off, saying, "Great, so she hates me."

Mia nudged me playfully. "Don't worry, she doesn't hate you. She just thinks you're a bit of a flirt."

I raised an eyebrow at her. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "And what do you think?"

"I think she's right." Mia grinned,

"You're the only one I want to flirt with anyway," I whispered, kissing her ear, seeing her eyes widen as a blush crept up her cheeks.

"Yeah, whatever," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but grin at her words. "If anything she's glad that we found each other again."

"Did you tell her?"

"No, I think it's better if I told her in person." She sighed heavily as we continued our stroll, and I understood that Mia was just as close as I was with my family. The last thing they needed was to hear about us being married over the phone.

"I looked you up too," I told her, surprised at my own confession. I hadn't planned on telling her, but the words slipped out before I could stop them.

Mia turned to look at me, a mix of curiosity and suspicion in her eyes. "What did you find?" she asked.

"You're basically a ghost," I said, watching as her expression softened with relief.

"I told you." She giggled,

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇩​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ

It's been two days since Mia left my house. I tried calling her, but wherever I did, it went straight to voicemail. She didn't respond to any of my texts, and I couldn't help but worry. A lot has happened since Mia came to Paris, and I just wanted to make sure that she was alright for my sake. So after many attempts, Antonella finally gave me her address.

I decided to go check on her, despite the fact that she may not want to see me. As I made my way to her apartment, my mind was racing with all of these questions that were driving me crazy, and I just needed to see her to put my mind at ease. Finally, I arrived at her apartment door. I took a deep breath before knocking on her door.

I heard the sound of tiny barks coming from the other side of the door. I knocked again, and this time the barking grew louder. Finally, the door opened, and there she was, holding a white, fluffy, medium-sized dog in her arms. I quickly realized that it was Penny, her three-year-old Maltipoo, that she told me so much about. The dog was cute, I had to admit, but I wasn't liking how that dog was eyeing.

I looked from Penny to her mom, and I noticed Mia's red and puffy eyes immediately. It looked like she had been crying. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. She shook her head and turned around, leaving the door open for me.

I closed the door behind me, watching her closely as she put Penny on the ground. She only had on one of my graphic shirts that stopped just below her butt. I noticed when we were together that instead of wearing her own clothes, she'd raid my closet instead. Not that I minded, it took everything in me to keep my eyes from staying on her plump ass for too long.

I stepped closer, and she stood upright, her fingers combing through her messy hair, before she finally looked at me. "Nothing; I'm fine." I reached out and placed my hand on her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingertips. She couldn't even hold it in as tears began to flow, "Sinto muito," she said, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I thought we said we would lie to each other, Flor," I said, my thumb tracing circles on her cheek. She sighed and leaned into my touch, I pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling her body shake with sobs.

"I-I...m-m, my mom." She shuddered, her words barely audible through her tears. My heart sank as I realized what she was trying to say.

"Is she alright?" I whispered into her ear.

"Her cancers come back, and she's refusing to let me help her find more treatment options." She explained, her voice breaking with emotion. I felt a lump form in my throat as I processed her words.

"Is this her first time having cancer?" I asked,

"No, she barely survived the first time because of how aggressive the treatments were." She said, lifting her head from my chest to look up at me. "She's all I have left, a-and it's like she's coming to terms with dying." I didn't know what to say. How do you comfort someone whose own mother is possibly accepting their own mortality?

At that moment, I ran my fingers through her hair, hoping the small gesture would offer some solace. She leaned into my touch, closing her eyes. "She isn't all that you have, Flor. You have Anto Gigi, Sergio Lio, and especially me. I'll always be here." I reassured her. My heart ached for her, and I vowed to be there for her every step of the way.

After a few minutes, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing the redness and tears that had accumulated. I gently wiped them away with my thumb, knowing words weren't enough to soothe her pain. "I-I'm scared."

I nodded sympathetically and waited for her to share more if she felt comfortable doing so.

"I know, but you need to respect her wishes. Just have faith that she'll beat it this time too."  I said, giving her a reassuring smile. She nodded, tears still streaming down her face, but with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered. As she began to calm down, I couldn't help but notice how full and soft her lips looked. Before I could fully register what I was doing, my eyes darted downward, looking at her lips. If it wasn't for Penny barking at us from below, I would've tasted them.

Embarrassed, I quickly averted my gaze to Penny, who sat by Mia's feet, looking back at me with judgmental eyes. I cleared my throat, creating some much-needed distance between Mia and me. "This must be Penny," I said, crouching down in front of her. I noticed that she watched me carefully, never moving from her spot next to her mom.

"Yeah, my assistant brought her to me yesterday."

"She's a cutie." I smiled, holding my hand out for her to know that I meant no harm. But Penny merely sniffed my hand before turning her nose up at me and returning to her position by Mia's feet. It was clear that she had already made up her mind about me, and I couldn't help but feel a little judged by this furry little creature.

Mia giggled at our interaction, "she does like new faces. Don't take it personally; she's just protective of me." I smiled at Mia, standing back to my full height, and tried to shake off the feeling of being scrutinized by her dog.

"No offense Penny but consider yourself off duty for the rest of the day," I said to her, hoping to ease the tension. Penny let out a small huff before reluctantly walking away, still keeping a watchful eye on me from afar. I made a mental note to try to win her over in the future.

"Why is that?" Mia asked,

"Because I'm taking you out. You've hidden away in this closet long enough." I grinned a I needed to take her mind off of her mom, even if it were for a few hours.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇩​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

After everything happened back at Neymar's, he literally held me hostage, for another day—well, it was voluntary, but that's not the point. The point is that within the span of 72 hours, I found my childhood best friend, got married to that said best friend, had a panic attack, and made my already mental ex even more mental. I always complained to my assistant Gilly about needing more excitement in my life, but this was not exactly what I had in mind.

As I sit on my toupe-colored couch in my apartment, absent-mindedly gazing at my view of the Eiffel Tower through my windows, I can't help but feel overwhelmed and emotionally drained. My mind was racing with all the events that had transpired in such a short amount of time. I needed to think, and I couldn't do that with Neymar and my supposed love bubble—was it even a love bubble? Friendship bubble? Oh, fuck it! One thing I knew for certain was that whenever he was near, touching me or not, my mind turned to mush. It took every ounce of strength to not throw him against the bed and have my way with him, "Fuck!" I groaned at my intrusive thoughts, this is exactly why I left as soon as he went to practice. I needed to clear my head and figure out what I wanted without any distractions. And he was a tempting distraction.

Speaking of distractions, I really should've put my phone on silent. At first, I ignored it, but as it continued to ring, I couldn't resist checking who it was. It was my mom. I quickly answered, "Hey Mom, is everything alright?"

"When are you going to answer the phone like a normal daughter? How about, Hey Mom, how are you? No necesitas estresarte cada vez que llamo bebé; Estoy bien." I felt a pang of guilt for not being more enthusiastic in my greeting.

"I'm sorry, Mom. How are you doing today?" I asked, trying to sound more cheerful. My hand instinctively petting Penny's curly white fur for support.

Mom sighed on the other end of the line. "No hay necesidad de arrepentirse. It's my fault that all you do is worry about me. I'm doing alright," she replied. I could hear the weariness in her voice, and it made me feel even worse for not being with her.

"I worry because I care. Most moms would like for their child to care about them." But it's not just about caring; it's about being there for her when she needs me the most. I'm her only child, and it's hard to be so far away and not be able to physically help her with everything she needs.

"Well, it's my turn to be worried about you. You haven't called since you called me in tears about Mason," she said, trying to shift the conversation away from her own troubles. God, I'd rather speak about her than my current dilemma.

"Sí, sobre eso." Penny barked beside me as if she already knew where this conversation was going. "I came to Paris to get away for a bit. I needed space to clear my head."

"That's good I never liked that boy. He was always too clingy and possessive." That I know, just like my other friends, they never voiced their opinions to me about him because of how well I lied about how happy we always were. "I knew that he would hurt you. Physically."

I shuddered at the thought and wrapped my arms around myself. It was true; he had shown signs of aggression before, but I never thought it would escalate to violence. That's why I had to leave, for my own safety. When I found out that he was having an affair, yeah, I was hurt that it was with someone close to me, but in a way, I was relieved. I am so relieved to be away from him-free of him. And now, being in Paris, I felt free. The city of love and lights had a way of making me forget my troubles, even if just for a little while.

Penny seemed to sense my change in mood and licked my hand affectionately. I smiled down at her, grateful for her constant presence and loyalty. "mamá please,"

"Mia baby, I know; Lo escondiste bien durante tanto tiempo." Just from her tone, I knew that she was doing everything in her power to hold it together and remain strong for my sake. "And the only reason you knew how to do that was because of what you saw growing up between your father and me."

As I listened to my mamá speak, tears began welling up in my eyes. Despite feeling free from my ex, the memories of my parents' tumultuous relationship still haunt me. It was that same relationship that Neymar tried his best to protect me from but couldn't. But being in Paris gave me hope that I could find love and happiness in the future, and Penny's comforting presence reminded me that I wasn't alone. "I was scared to leave. I did try. I really did, but if I tried, he'd threaten to hurt me or kill Penny." I sniffled, "I was weak; I admit that, but I planned for this. To escape. I made sure that if I left, I'd leave nothing behind, and he wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore."

"My darling, you should be able to love without fear. Si pudiera, lo mataría yo mismo por lastimarte." My mom said fiercely,

"Don't say that." I giggled, wiping my wet cheeks with the back of my hand.

"It's times like this when I wish I gave you a brother that could beat up all the boys that broke your heart." I heard her sigh dramatically.

"The happiest I've seen you was when we lived in Brazil. You and that boy... Neymar were two peas in a pod." What were we saying earlier about distractions?

"Yeah, we were." I smiled to myself and said, "You know, we bumped into each other a couple of days ago."

My mom gasped, "You're kidding."

"No, he's actually the Neymar de Santos, the Brazilian futebol player," I told her, feeling a sense of excitement rush through me as I remembered the encounter.

"I'm happy he was able to turn his passion into his career. His parents must be proud." My mom said, "It's amazing to think that he's gone on to become one of the best futebol players in the world." My mom smiled, clearly impressed.

"I'm sure they are. I'm proud of him."

"¿Está soltero?" She suddenly asked me,

"You want me to set you up?" I teased,

"No, but I'd sure like to set you up with him." Here we go. If only you knew that he's already my husband, mamá.

"He's single, but I'm sure he doesn't see me that way."

"Por favor, he'd always tell me how you two would marry one day and have babies when he's a futebol star." She gushed,

"You remember that?" I couldn't help but smile at the memory. It was so long ago, back when we were just kids dreaming about our future. But now, things were different.

"It's hard to forget a child like that."

"He lives in Paris as well," I added.

"So you have been considering it."

"No, I've just been...thinking," I mumbled, Neymar was a player, both on and off the field, and I refused to be just another conquest. So, I made a decision to distance myself from him, even though it broke my heart. It was the only way to protect myself from getting hurt.

"Mhm. Have you googled him?"

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇰​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇩​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬

[dirtyglitterr]

[dirtyglitterr]

Carmella Rose

[dirtyglitterr]

[dirtyglitterr]