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nymrs · 2 years ago

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#4. OPPOSITES ATTRACT | Neymar Jr

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

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

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

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

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

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pedrisgirl · 2 years ago

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mission accomplished · neymar jr

pairing; neymar x actress!fem!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; swearing (the word dumbass) but other than that none i think?

authors note; my first imagine ! hopefully its not too corny and horrible, anyway hope u enjoy! requests are open

you and neymar were both on the plane back home, after spending a blissful week vacationing, you knew you had to eventually go back to your normal lives, with you being an actress, and him being a footballer, you dreaded going back home, knowing you would have to work again.

“ugh, i hate this.” you whined, stretching on the uncomfortable plane seat, which you’ve been sitting on for quite literally; 5 hours.

you’ve been trying to get some sleep, so that way, you wont have to go to work exhausted, but clearly, your attempts weren’t working.

turning in his chair, neymar looks at you, “why, what’s wrong amor?” he said softly, not wanting to wake up the other passengers on the plane.

you could tell that he, aswell, was also having the same issue.

“i’ve been trying to sleep for so long, but for some reason my dumb brain just wont shut off.” you pouted.

“hey, hey, hey, stop right there, dont insult that pretty brain of yours, if you wont appreciate it then i will.” he whispered back.

“it also keeps you alive bebe, what would i do without it?” he sighed dramatically, you could feel his gaze on your face, but you kept your eyes closed, hoping that would bring you to sleep.

“the heart is what keeps you alive dumbass.” you chuckled softly, “meu deus this is what happens when i try to be romantic. remind me to never do that again.” he laughed.

“i think its cute actually, thank you for the compliment.”

you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, he was smiling and you didnt know why.

“whats the smile for?” you tell him, knowing that you probably have the same look mirrored on your face, but who cares right?

“nothing amor, you’re just cute when you’re tired.” he laughed, the dim light making his features look slightly blurry, but nevertheless, his eyes held that same sparkle that he reserved only for you.

“shut up, all i did was complain anyway.” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned your head, trying to hide the blush slowly appearing on your face.

he softly cupped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him, “i love it when you’re snarky.” he whispered, closing the gap between you, his lips were delicate against yours, as if they were designed to fit together perfectly.

the feeling was pure bliss, and you weren't sure if it was because it was 4 in the morning or if you were just exhausted. either way, you loved of sleepy neymar.

you slowly broke apart, looking into eachothers eyes, and laughed at how tired you both looked, but, instead of trying to sleep anymore, you both talked about anything and everything.

your talks consisted of random things, whatever topic entered your minds, you talked about. wether it was stupid, or deep, he listened, and you appreciated that.

somewhere in the conversation, you felt your eyes drooping, sleep slowly overtaking you, yet you still made sure to mumble a “mhm.” and a “yeah.” to make sure neymar knew you were listening.

eventually, the feeling got too overwhelming, so you just decided to give in, falling asleep to neymars voice, appreciating his presence and snuggling into his warmth.

“you know, i would like to have a cat and a dog one day, maybe it would fix the rivalry you know?” neymar mumbled, and when he noticed the silence on your end, he turned his head and found you sleeping on his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing even.

he smiled softly at the sight, you looked so beautiful. he wondered how he got so lucky. “eu te amo.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead.

he eventually fell asleep as well, with his head resting on top of yours. glad that you weren’t struggling anymore.

mission accomplished, he thought.

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luvneymar · 2 years ago

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(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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applejuicefruit · 2 years ago

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Could you write Neymar x reader where reader just got her drivers license and Neymar is scared of driving with her?

pls i love this request lol

neymar x reader

Red lights, stop signs

Driver license was blasting through your car the moment you passed the test and got your own license. You failed the exam five times and probably every one of your friends knew what a bad driver you were, that including your boyfriend Neymar so when you called him telling him you passed the test he was surprised - happy for you - but still surprised. His mood changed from surprised to scared when you offered to pick him up from practice and seeing how happy you were he couldn’t say no.

So he said yes.

And now he was fidgeting with his own fingers waiting for you to arrive.

When he saw your black car coming through the gate his fear got worse.

“Hey!” you shouted from your window “you stay there or you come up?” you asked him, pointing to the passenger seat.

“I’m coming” he smiled at you, trying to ease his fear.

The first thing he did once he got in your car was putting his seatbelt on and praying for dear life, because all he wanted to do was to get home safe and sound.

When you sped out of the gate his anxiety became to rise.

“Babe…there’s a stop sign over there” he said to you.

“Yes” you said “but it’s over there…I’m still here” you pointed out.

“You’re right…” he whispered trying to keep it calm.

The worst part started when you started driving in a more crowded road.

“Baby…baby please slow down” Neymar said to you.

“I’m at the red light! The car’s not even moving…Neymar, what’s wrong?” you asked him this time, completely loosing your patience.

“No-nothing’s wrong” he said.

“Ney?” you called him.

“Okay…I love you and you know that…but-but meu amor, you’re the worst driver I’ve ever met and I have no idea how you passed the exam…so please, when the light turns green, can you go slow?” he asked you and you sensed his anxiety.

“Oh…okay” you said, a bit offended. You knew you weren’t the best driver ever but you gave your soul for passing the exam and you really hoped he was going to be proud of you, instead you were met with someone who didn’t even want to stay with you in that moment.

“Babe please…you know I don’t mean it in that way…” he tried to explain.

“No it’s fine…I get it” you said.

“Babe…” he spoke again but you stopped him.

“I thought that maybe you would be proud of me…I know I failed the exam so many times but one time I make it and you’re here acting all scared…” you said.

“No no baby it’s not like that…I’m so proud of you baby…I’m a total dick, I’m so proud of you meu amor, I swear” he explained.

“Okay…” you said, feeling the honesty in his voice and knowing you couldn’t stay mad at him.

“Okay?” he smiled “I think we should stop and get some food so we can watch your favourite movies and eat and stay in bed all night long, what you think?” he asked you and you smirked.

“You know me so well…” you laughed and he laughed with you as you sped going to your favourite restaurant.

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k8kaa · 2 years ago

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# — HCS . PREVY HCS !$

— info : some random pervert hcs :3

— pairing : hcs !! very heavy lime ?! afab reader

— tws : nsfw mdni ! this is bf pervert hcs. i dont make non con stuff!!

— a/n : im ovulating sigh . i ngh

prevert!neymar likes to ‘accidentally’ walk on to you showering and shower with you . you guys end up making love cause hes just horni.

pervert!joao likes to throw his clothes under his bed so you can bend down and get for him , oh how he loves to see you struggle and groan.

pervert!mount likes to put your phone on silent and place it on a shelf you cant reach , when you find your phone .. you keep jumping to reach it! “mason! please help!!” your boyfriend pretends to not have seen your groan cutely to get it “hm? you needed me sweetheart?” he smirks “oh!?! you pervert!” you bonk his head.

pervert!harvtez likes to take you shopping for pretty and short skirts , he peaks from the fitting room to watch you change .. hard as a fycking rock . he smirks .“hm? is someone out there?” you ask so innocently . and he runs out of the fitting rooms as if nothing happened.

#joao felix x reader #joao felix #neymar #neymar x reader #mason mount #mason mount x reader #kai havertz smut #kai havertz x reader #mason mount smut #neymar junior #football #fanfiction #football drabble #x reader

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bellascool · 2 years ago

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traitor

NEYMAR JR

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

masterlist

requests open !

english and portuguese are not my first languages, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"You're so annoying! Stop acting like you're my mom or something!" your boyfriend, Daniel, yelled at you as you tried to not cry

"Daniel I'm just trying to help-" you started but he cut you off by pushing you to the side while he went upstairs with you following him

"Stop telling me what I can or can't do!" he said clearly annoyed as he took his clothes off and entered the bathroom

You loudly sighed, it wasn't the first time that you and Daniel had an argument, actually it was very frequent.

Most of times, he tried to push you out of his life when you just wanted to be there for him and honestly you had enough.

You don't know how but you found yourself staring at his phone who was tossed on the bed.

Hearing the sound of the shower, you grabbed it and unlocked it before clicking the green icon who had "97" on top of it.

Oh what a bad idea.

Not only you found a "Evie ❤️" pinned but you also saw that he named you "Y/n (cousin)"

You heart was racing in your chest, you couldn't believe it.

Maybe it was a mistake?

You decided to click on the conversation with Evie and you almost fainted when you saw pictures of a blonde girl who clearly showed her most private body parts.

And that broke you more was that every time, he complimented her, saying how beautiful and gorgeous she was and that he could fuck her right now.

"Mother fucker" you whispered to yourself

Your sadness was now slowly turning into anger as you felt betrayed.

And at the same time, your boyfriend came out of the shower but froze when he saw you holding his phone, clearly recognizing the pictures the blonde sent him earlier.

"Y/n I can explain." was all he managed to say as he slowly approached you

"Shut the fuck up, literally don't talk because I'll punch your face right now if you do" you threw him his phone which landed on his face before quickly standing up and taking your stuff, tossing it into a small bag you had

"Baby please let me explain its not how it looks like!" he tried to follow you but you didn't even turn around once

"Oh my God Y/n will you fucking listen to me for once?" he grabbed your wrist but you immediately shoved him

"Don't touch me, never speak to me again!" you said as you put on your shoes while he just stood there

"You won't last without me! Just wait and you'll come back begging to take you back" he cockily said

"Spit on my face if I ever go back to you, you humiliated me, I hope you're proud of yourself!" you yelled before opening the door and slamming it after you left

Not a single tear dropped but the second you hoped in your car, all the anger became sadness again.

You drove in silence, the only sound was when you sniffed as your eyes became red.

"Hey siri call Ney" you hardly said as the phone started ringing, waiting for your bestfriend to pick up

"olà a si!" a joyful voice said

"hi can I come over?" there was a silence, probably because he realized that you weren't in a joking mood

"who's ass do I have to kick?" he asked in a serious tone which made you chuckle

"I'll tell you everything if you let me come over" you said back as you drove to his house

"You're always welcome linda" you smiled at your friend's kindness

"Thank you for everything"

"Não há necessidade de me agradecer, I always got your back"

•

"And then I left and I felt so dumb for actually trusting him" you said between hiccups as he watched you with a strange stare

"Don't look at me like that!" you pushed him which made him shake his head and go back to his soft smile that you absolutely loved

"I'm not judging you, I was just thinking of several plans to kill esse filho da puta without getting in trouble" he said while playing with a strand of your hair like he didn't just say the most suspect thing.

"Ney não se pode matá-lo you'll go to jail" you sniffed and laughed and the same time

"No but really don't cry for that idiota I swear he doesn't deserve your tears nor you at all" he softly said while wiping your tears away

"I don't deserve a friend like you"

His heart tightened at the word you used. "friend" he knew it but it still hurts him to see the person he loved for so long not returning his feelings.

But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't force you to love him so he just watched you give your love to some stupid boys who can't even count past 10.

"Come on a minha bela go take a hot bath while I order some food" his smile -which faded away at his thoughts- instantly came back to light up his face

"Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado" you whimpered against the skin of his neck as your arms gently wrapped around his torso

He returned the hug before you got up to the bathroom where you found some sweatpants with a tee-shirt, he really cared about you huh?

The rest of the evening was great, Ney made you forget about what happened earlier and your tears of sadness slowly turned into tears of laughter.

You were actually laughing about him since he just lost at fifa and that's when it hit you.

You didn't see him as a friend anymore, your gaze was soft when you looked at him, you found yourself daydreaming about him and every word that came out of his mouth sounded like music to your ears.

You slowly stopped laughing and looked down which made him worry.

"Is everything okay there?" he asked as he knocked your head in a playful way

"Ney, eu acho que estou apaixonado por você" you said not looking up once

"Is that a joke? No Y/n you're not, you're just heartbroken and want some love and attention" he said while shaking his head

"I'm not! You don't understand, all these years, all these boys, I only was trying to convince myself that I'm not in love with my bestfriend because I care so much about our friendship and it would hurt me to actually break-" you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt something soft and warm against your lips

"oh my God my crush is kissing me!" was all you could think about at first but you slowly closed your eyes, enjoying the moment

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It has now been 3 months since the break up and Neymar and you becoming a couple.

It didn't shock anyone to be fair, they all knew it.

You were currently in a club, celebrating your boyfriend's birthday when you felt the urge to use the restroom.

"Ay I'll be right back quarido, I gotta use the restroom" you said while getting up

"Ok be safe" he told you as you quickly left

You finished your business, washed your hands and was about to go back to the table when you felt someone grab your wrist

"Y/n I'm so happy to see you!" you recognized, unfortunately, the annoying voice of Daniel who was standing in front of you, all smiley

"I don't have your time Daniel" you tried to go but he didn't let go off you

"You know Y/n you look really nice, I wish things didn't end like that, I wish they didn't end at all" he said while looking deep into your eyes

"I don't care, let me go!" you tried to push him but he was too strong

"Let's go to my place, I have some nice things to show you" he said while forcing you to follow him

"Stop! Help!" you tried to yell but the music was now too loud and people were too bush dancing to notice you

"She just asked to let her go amigo" you heard someone yell behind you and you sighed in relief when you saw your boyfriend's perfect face who didn't show his pretty smile that you loved so much

Oh no, instead it was a dead serious face and you would swear that if a single stare could kill somebody, Daniel would be a dead man now.

"That's none of your business, she's my girlfriend." Daniel said with a death stare while you just watched the scene happen

"Funny, because I could swear that she was yelling my name not an hour ago" he cockily said with a smirk

Daniel let your wrist go and you immediately went next to your boyfriend who just put his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him

"I always knew you were such a slut Y/n, I don't even regret what I did" he said while looking at you with disgust

"Alright cale sua boca agora" the brazilian calmly said before giving him the most heart twitching, toes curling, head twisting punch you ever saw

He grabbed his bloody nose and quickly left almost running which made you burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, eu te amo Ney" you said still laughing which made him join you

"Eu também te amo, now let's go back to celebrating my day" he happily said before grabbing your chin and deeply kissing you

You felt yourself smiling against his lips as you thought that you had the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

#football #football imagine #football masterlist #football fanfic #football one shot #football smut #football x reader #football x you #football drabble #football fic #neymar #neymar x you #neymar x reader #neymar x y/n #neymar fanfic #neymar fluff #neymar angst #neymar imagines #neymar masterlist

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mchlgayser · 2 years ago

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( ✮ ) BITCH, BITCH! ft kylian mbappe

🧺 𓂃⭑ᜊ an: Been asked lots of times for a Kylian's fic, I'm doing this purely based on my idea, ( not the original idea, it turn out shitty so I redo ) none of you put on along with a storyline so I hope this is okay. xx

🗯️ 𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: cursing, harassment, assaults, a mid age guy mention!

🔖 𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

The car's engine stops resounding, and both of you and Kylian got out 'You sure this is fine? You can wait in the car if you want, I won't be long.' He smile assuring you that it was okay. You two got inside the supermarket, hand in hand. Kylian gets a basket and you began walking to one of the isles to get your groceries. Kylian was walking behind you, and watching through the racks for stuff you wanted to buy.

'Hey! Can you please get me milk from the dairy section?' Kylian hums walking away to the dairy section whilst you continue looking through, you get all the groceries you listed and was about to leave when your shoulder bumps against someone. A man probably in his 40s, stood there looking down at you picking up your stuff, with a long sigh 'Hey, come on, it's not my fault you get all your stuff scattered around, you should watch where you're going next time.' You rolled your eyes at him 'Did I ever say that it was your fault? Pissed off, dude!' You bit back, you went past him but he yanked your hand 'Ahh, is that how you suppose to talk to someone older than you? You rude bitch!' You swat his hand away with a disgusted look 'Get your hand off me, you old perv.' He looks at you with an irritated, unbelievable look. One of his eyes twinges in annoyance.

'You bitch!' You dodged his slap and scoff 'What the fuck?! You crazy man! Have you lost your mind?' He caught you by your wrist and pull you close to him 'I'm gonna teach you a very good lesson.' You headbutted him on the nose making him moan in pain 'Yeah! That's what you get for being a bitch, bitch.' Blood trickles down his nose like a pool, his eyes red and teary.

'I'm gonna kill you!' He was yanked to the back and you released a relieved breath. Kylian stood before you shielding you from the guy. A guard grabs him by his pit and force him up 'What did I do? This bitch started it!' They went deaf ears and continue dragging him out of the place.

Kylian turns to you, both palms over to your cheeks 'Are you alright?' You smile at him, and one hand going over to the back of his neck, gently caressing 'Fine,' You two walk off to the counter pay for everything, and left.

Kylian made sure that you were 100% okay when you get home and sure to cuddle you to sleep and assured you he'll make sure he finds the man again and beat him up to a pulp.

#i ★ writes jud3 ✸#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe headcanon #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe masterlist #kylian mbappe drabble #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe psg #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #neymar mbappe

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aechii · 2 years ago

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heyyy can i request some angst where neymar cheats on reader with some model and he gets manipulative because he wants reader to stay with him but eventually she asks kylian for help because she loves neymar but wants to leave him and she has no idea how? like kylian is reader’s best friend so he gets very protective please?

₍⁠₍ HARD 2 LET GO ₎⁠₎

PAiRiNG ?! toxic!neymar x black!femreader , bestfriend!kylian x black!femreader (?)

GENRE ?! angst

C/W ?! cheating, controlling behaviour from none other than neymar, unrequited love because i love this trope hehe, kylian = second lead, when the second lead is better than the first lead, reader deserves better, toxic (by britney spears) relationship, neymar is aged down to 26, kiss kiss, did i mention CHEATING?!?!?

A/N ?! before i say ANYTHING, i wanna thank @jaehyunsblkgf for being the faceclaim of this fic !! gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous 🖤

i have two more cheating requests to write, and i'm genuinely wondering why tumblr loves cheating fics alot lol 🥴 imma still write them anyways, but won't post them consecutively fyi. ENJOY THE FIC <33 (yes, i changed the course of this fic a lil because yes, i intend on making this TOXIC ⚠️)

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the first time it happens, neymar is rapid to quench any uncertainties that his girlfriend inevitably begins to think. dismisses the pictures, that clearly show a figure too akin to him to be someone else, with a washed out reiteration of love and endearments, and [y/n] gifts him another chance. thinks she's reassured because, truth be told, they had been together since they were 19 and have supposedly established a level of trust so high that she found it hard to believe that he would cheat on her.

second time it happens, now, the humiliation is tautly encompassing, and [y/n] knows she should've seen it coming. when the same thing had occurred beforehand, she had embarassingly defended her boyfriend on every social platform available, ignoring every inch of criticism that flew her way after that. refused to see something that was so clear, right in front of her, and isn't karma a bitch? she hadn't done an inch wrong to neymar, yet had received the brunt of the insults. wonders why she had tolerated such self-disrepect from herself because of a man that feigned adoration for the past 7 years. because, if he truly loves her like he said he has, not a fingertip would be in the pool of infidelity.

but neymar is drenched in it.

completely soaked in lies and disloyalty and [y/n] finds it- him- unbearably pungent. the sight of him before her taints her eyes with something close to vehement rage. doesn't understand why neymar proceeds to defend himself and the striking model he was accompanied by during the night out, as if it would reform her diminishing love into its former.

"do you really care for that model than you do for me?" [y/n] asks, arms blithely crossed upon her chest. neymar's reaction is instant and almost grounding.

"no! no, i don't! why would you think that?" there's an undercurrent of something, that [y/n] notices but cannot pinpoint what. sees it in the tremor of his hands and his dilated pupils.

"you waste your breath defending her, but for me? it's 'better to ignore the hate than to feed into what they want'." recounts what neymar had said all those months ago, and the sensation of abhorrence is habitual.

the man rolls his eyes, throwing his hands in the air, "i thought we agreed to let that go, [y/n]. stop bringing the past into the present."

she feels a visceral scoff hurl out of her throat, "not when you're doing the same shit again-"

"and i'm telling you i'm not cheating!"

[y/n] knows that neymar will do anything to prove his rightfulness. an attribute that, some days, is heart warming to see because it shows that he truly cares. but now, when his hands strike the table so hard that some of the bottles topple unto their sides, a feeling riddles her body and it's nauseating.

neymar isn't violent, she's thoroughly aware of that, and it hurts [y/n] that she has to be distrusting of that. but he's an enigma, a russian doll if you will, disclosing many layers that take many years to unravel.

"neymar-"

"just listen to me, [y/n]," he takes a deep breath, "they're jealous, okay? they'd do anything to break us up and you know this!"

"so you're saying that people online faked the pictures... twice?" it's nonsensical when she says it aloud, and evokes a laugh from her.

"come on, don't be stupid, neymar!"

"oh so me trying to prove i love you is stupid?!" he seeths. [y/n] shakes her head at his words, "no, it's the fact that you're trying to disprove something that's evidently true, that's stupid."

neymar just stares at her, palms gripping the chair so tightly that their colour begin to fade to white. [y/n] is undeterred and does the same back, eyes begging for him to finally tell the truth, no matter how irreversible it is. yet, neymar, dignity so saturated it was practically impossible to quell, brings them back to square one.

"are you really going to let go of a relationship you've been in for 7 years because of shit you heard on twitter?" his question punctures her mind, and a turning point is almost that light (?) at the end of the tunnel. can't lie and say that he didn't get her thinking because he does. the longevity of their relationship alone is enough to establish a firm base of trust, and rightfully so.

"listen ney," [y/n] sighs, rubbing her forehead in frustration, "i really want to trust you-"

"and you should! do you really think i'd throw all of this away? 7 years going down the drain?"

his words make her scowl, really doesn't understand why he continues to his case that's so obviously swallowed in shame and accountability. ignorance is bliss, but absolutely smells like bullshit, and [y/n] is over his never ending lies that don't add up.

"the evidence is fucking there for you to see, neymar. i swear we're going in circles," begins to stand up from where she had been seated in front of her boyfriend, "this isn't the first time this has happened."

neymar's dumbfounded, "you didn't believe me when i said i didn't cheat last time?"

confusion is apparent, and [y/n] can't help but roll her eyes.

"the fact that there is a 'last time' speaks for itself."

she walks into the kitchen, grabbing her keys from her kitchen counter. she doesn't have them for long as neymar snatches them out of her hands, looks at her with something equating to a horrible mix of shame, frustration and rage.

"where do you think you're going?"

she doesn't waste a second to answer, "kylian's."

she watches as his face morphs into a livid frown, lines scouring his skin deeply. he has always hated how close the two were, but there was nothing to prove that they had anything that pertained to non-platonic feelings.

"why there?"

an eyebrow raised, [y/n] begins to state the obvious, "because i'd rather be with my best friend than stay another night here-"

"you're not going."

"fucking watch me then."

proceeds to turn around to walk to the front door, but a firm grip circling her bicep stops her.

"i said, you're not going."

[y/n] tries not the the sliver of fear paint her face, putting up an undazed façade as she yanks her arm out of his hand. turns on her heel and ambles towards the exit.

neymar's voice comes from behind her, surging ice cold dread through every limb. knows that once she leaves, it's an unspoken but finalised end to whatever they have.

"if you go, you'll have no way back inside."

wishes that she hadn't felt the last minute apprehension that commences its path down her spine, but slams the door after herself anyways.

+_-

"i told you to leave him, [y/n]."

kylian's voice is soft, as if to not lacerate the fraying sanity of the girl whose head finds rest upon his shoulder. feelings that shouldn't exist, do anyways, and knows better than to let his heart rule over his head. [y/n] is- was- neymar's, a well known fact, yet knows it will be a trial of tribulations for someone to get over a 7-year relationship, if they ever will.

"so did marquinhos, and sergio... and-"

"i know, ky, i know," voice quivers and has to pause to continue, "it's way harder than you think."

attempts to not let her words get to him, glad that he's not in her line of vision, and rather, his shoulder is, "i'm aware. but i would rather you cry for days outside of this relationship than continue to be hurt in it."

she finds truth in his words, truly does, and wishes that her heart was fully ready to move on, but realises that it was stagnant at 50/50 and finds it harder to even think that they're relationship is over.

"i know i have to leave him, ky, i do. but i just can't."

kylian is quick to shake his head, "yes, yes you can. you and i know you both deserve better."

"ky, i've been with him for 7 years. 7 tedious years-"

"and even so, you're still only his girlfriend!"

it's painfully silent, and kylian mentally slaps himself in the face at his own words, condemning his mind from disassociating itself from his mouth and leaving it to its own devices. curses under his breath as the warmth draws away from him as the girl lifts her head, staring bullets into his head. he can't find it in himself to look at her, head hanging low.

"kylian, what do you mean by that?"

takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts and feelings from the spillage, and replies, "it's true, [y/n]. i'm not rushing you into getting married or whatever, but if i was dating someone for 7 good years, i'd be damned if we haven't already gotten married."

[y/n] thinks he's finished, opening her mouth the respond to the newfound opinion of her best friend, but is left completely shell shocked at the words that follow.

"especially if it this person was you."

finally makes eye contact with her, and [y/n] vividly sees the genuineness of everything he had said. vividly sees how he looks at her and the realisation that neymar had never looked at her in such a way is gratifying.

kylian wishes he could tell her just how much he loves her. a magnitude way bigger than the distance from the moon and back tenfold, he treasured their mere friendship as something lifelong and holy.

"kylian-"

"i love you, [y/n]. so much. you don't understand"

the girl is completely winded, mind frozen to conjure a reply to his confession. kylian was deathly good at hiding his feelings, and hadn't even shown an inch of romantic intentions towards her. and now, she really wonders just how long it's been, and how much she's let slip through her fingers.

"how long, ky?"

he exhales, leaning back against the couch, "it's been a while-"

"how long?"

thinks for a few beats, and even surprises himself when he does the maths and adds the years up, "8, maybe 9 years."

"that long, kylian?" she doesn't bother to disguise the incredulity in her tone.

"yeah, and i'm sorry for not telling you, but you were so head over heels for neymar and who was i to stop my best friend from being happy."

[y/n] hates how defeated he sounds. can't fathom how much willpower it took for him to push down feelings he's held for her for so long. feels guilty, and her face shows it.

"don't look like that, [y/n]," kylian's voice is stiff, and he stares straight into her eyes. finds himself subconsciously gathering her hands in his, heart revelling in the fact that she accepts the gesture.

"it's not your fault that i love someone who isn't meant for me." bursts out a self deprecating chuckle and looks away, but feels his head being drawn back in as [y/n] turns his face to hers again. the contact is gratifying, and kylian can feel every string yank at the muscles of his heart. can't help but faintly smile at the sight of her.

"stop speaking, kylian."

"or what?"

a few instants of silence pass and he waits to hear her voice again. her faces contorts and relaxes, seemingly having an internal battle within herself, and kylian nudges her hand with his head to jolt her back to reality.

"what will you d-"

"i'll kiss you."

kylian mbappé is a brave man, has lived through events that one would classify as daunting, but as he utters the next few words, he doesn't deny the anxiety and fear that meander through him.

"do it then... i dare you."

so she does. doesn't expect to feel delicate lips upon his, slipping the taste of cherry into his mouth. his reaction is almost instantaneous, and doesn't waste another second before moving his mouth, savouring the grooves and dips and sweetness of the girl in front of him. wraps an arm around her gently to bring her closer, but the kiss stops not long after to save air.

[y/n] rests her forehead against his, panting lightly as their eyes swallow in the picture before them. accepts that kylian emits a smile from her, him returning it, in a way she never would've thought, and concludes that she would probably be alright with that.

#work de aechii 🫧#neymar x reader #neymar x you #neymar jr #neymar #neymar angst #neymar imagines #neymar romance #neymar drabbles #neymar blurbs #football imagines #footballer x you #footballer x reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #psg #paris saint germain

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saltyinternetflower · 2 years ago

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NeyMessi drabble / Crazy About You

Whoa! I wrote a NeyMessi drabble, my first one on them. I dunno what has gotten into me but I hope y'all will enjoy it besties 🥰🥰

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Leo was sitting on the soft carpet of grass, staring at the empty gallery of the Parc de Princes.

The training session had just ended. Most of his teammates had retreated back to the warmth of the dressing room, but Leo loved the feeling of the winter sun on his skin. It felt like a warm blanket shielding him from the harsh winter of Paris.

Someone plopped down heavily next to him, and the next thing he felt was the tickle of rough, curly hair against his cheek.

"Mano, why so serious?"

It was Neymar.

Leo could feel him giggling against his skin.

"Not thinking about leaving us, are you?" Ney rasped. Sounded like he had a mild cold.

Leo slowly exhaled, and turned his head to look at the younger Brazilian. He was not so young anymore, his face fuller, his beard wiry, but the twinkle in his eyes had remained the same over the years!

Right now, those eyes were curiously staring at Leo, trying to read his expression.

"What's your plan?" Leo asked softly.

"Taking a shower, going home, playing poker in the evening..." Ney snuggled closer to him, as if there was any space left between them to fill anyway.

"No, Tonto, about staying in the club", Leo slapped his head lightly.

Ney looked up, his gold and green eyes had a melancholy tinge.

"They'll try to offload me, those hijos de puta" Leo frowned, but Ney seemed to not notice as he rambled on "but my contract is bullet proof so I'm gonna stay as long as..."

Ney abruptly stopped himself and stared ahead thoughtfully.

"What? As long as what?" Leo felt a strange flutter in his heart when Ney's gaze pierced him with a meaningful look.

"You're staying Mano, aren't you?" Ney leaned closer to him and whispered into Leo's ear, raising goosebumps all over his neck!

Leo felt his heart beating, even after all these years he was still dumbfounded by Ney's brazen behavior and shameless touching.

"Si", Leo managed to croak.

"Bueno!" Ney murmured, "Then I'm staying as long as you're there, mi amor."

Leo stopped breathing for a second.

Can this boy stop being so goddamn flirty all the time!

Before he could say anything, Ney licked a little kiss on his neck and quickly pulled back.

He flashed a blinding, brilliant smile at Leo, but there was something more in his eyes than mirth and mischief...

"You coming to Marqui's party tonight?" Ney asked casually, his thumb gently brushing something invisible off Leo's cheek.

Leo was sure he's blushing, but he managed to uttar an "yes" in a small voice, desperately praying for his heart to slow down.

"Fantastico! I'm gonna get you drunk..." Ney rolled his eyes.

"And take advantage of me, pillo?", Leo winked.

Ney smirked, tracing his fingers over Leo's leg.

"You're funny, old man", Ney bit his lower lip, " Bet I can make you *** when you're in your full senses", he whispered filthy.

Leo's jaw dropped! He looked at Ney with wide eyes.

"What's gotten into you, you little devil?" Leo huffed.

Ney abruptly jumped to his feet and brushed off his shorts, his lean, perfectly tanned legs gleaming in the sunlight. He hunched till his eyes were level with Leo.

Smack!

Ney pressed a quick kiss, full on Leo's lips, and rasped...

"You. You've got into me."

Then he sprinted away, leaving a flustered Leo behind.

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Should I write about what happens in Marquinho's party next 😚😚? Lemme know. Love y'all ❤

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holdmyhopeinyourhands · 4 years ago

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pls all im thinking about is neymar earnestly telling messi that he can have his number 10 and that he doesn’t mind at all and then messi patting him on the head saying no that’s okay you keep it lmaooo these babies they’re too precious!!

😭😭😭😭 stop it!! That's so cute!! Aaaaand a tiny fic incoming because I'm inspired!!!

Neymar shuffled in place, fingers twitching at his side, eyes connecting with Leo's, only to inevitably stray away from him to look at anything but that earnest gaze of someone who knew him far too well.

A huff of amusement and Leo rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter?" he asked, voice soft so the others couldn't hear them.

Neymar tried not to flinch and didn't look like it succeeded by the quirk of Messi's brow. "Ney?"

The Brazilian sighed. "I don't know," he muttered. "I don't know how to say this but I just--" here his eyes strayed away from Leo once more as his gaze focused on his teammates chasing Pierre down to throw him in the ocean while the French driver screamed his head off in between bouts off laughing fits. Briefly he wondered if Pierre would stop liking psg now after getting to know his lunatic of friends and then he shook his head and sighed again before quickly blurting out. "If you come to psg I want you to have the number 10."

A second and then two. And just as Neymar was about to freak out, wondering if he'd said the wrong thing or if Leo had even heard him at all, his long time friend chuckled loudly in amusement.

"What," Neymar huffed, shaking off his momentary stupor. "It's not funny."

"No," Leo answered, hand lifting from his shoulder to ruffle his hair. The fondness in his eyes too painful for Neymar to keep looking at him. "No it's not. And I appreciate the gesture Ney. But I want you to keep it. It's yours after all. You know that." And his smile is so soft and honest and so so kind, Neymar wondered why he ever left this man in the first place.

#neymar #lionel messi #neymessi #psg #football #football drabble #football ask #ask #anon

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nymrs · 2 years ago

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can u write something about Neymar begging reader to make tiktoks with him

#1. LAMBADA | Neymar Jr

Sorry if this is bad, didn’t write for such a long time

"God Ney, what are you doing?", you shouted out. You were in the bathroom getting ready for todays dinner when you heard the same song play over and over again. It was Lambada by Kaoma. Admittedly, you loved the song, but it started getting on your nerves after listening to it for probably the fifth or sixth time.

Neymar didn’t respond, so after putting on your red lipstick and quickly fixing your hair, you rushed out of the bathroom. You thought he fell asleep, which would be an explanation for the endless loop of the song. Slowly opening the bedroom door, you saw your boyfriend dancing around the room as he kept on turning around to check himself on his phone that seemed to record Neymars moves. Every time he faced his phone, he would stick his tongue out and do a little jump. Though you didn’t want to disturb his sweet dance session, you couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made him jump up and look back to you. He started laughing as well, then softly dragged you into the room. "TikTok huh?", you smiled. He nodded as the song continued to play. Neymar put one arm around your waist, his other hand intertwined with yours. The two of you slowly started moving back and forth with the rhythm. "But it’s not a song you dance to alone", he winked at you, a big grin appearing on his face. You shook your head from left to right, "I love our little dances but they're not going on TikTok." He pouted and repeatedly kissed your cheek. "Please, let’s just do it for fun. It’s not serious", he said in between the kisses.

"No Ney, no." You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he pulled you even closer. "And if we just do it for ourselves? Maybe you’ll like it and even let me post it", he smirked, looking you deeply in the eyes. You let out a sigh, "Fine." Neymar happily smiled and kissed your cheek once more before you found yourselves dancing around the room again. His arm around your hands, your hand intertwined with his and him singing along, you even forgot that you were being recorded. You were simply enjoying this sweet moment the two of you shared. At least until he picked you up bridal style and swung you around while shouting "Dançada lambada". You wrapped your hands around his neck and started laughing before getting lost in his beautiful sparkling eyes that gazed at you in absolute love and admiration. "Eu te amo", he mouthed and placed a short but loving kiss onto your lips.

"Post it", you mumbled as you rewatched the video countless times. "Really?", he made sure, his eyes widened in excitement. You nodded in agreement. Usually you didn’t like being posted that much since Neymar and you announced your relationship publicly not too long ago, but you weren’t able to take your eyes off the video. You were still nervous as you finally watched him posting it onto his TikTok. Neymar looked up at you, grabbing your hand while you were deeply breathing in. "Don’t worry meu amor, they’ll love you for bringing out my silly side." And he wasn’t wrong about that. His fans loved the video and were hoping for many more to come.

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