#I’m so dry 😿
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IM SORRY TO ALL MY MUTUALS- 😭🙏
Cuz I wanna interact with them SO BADLY it’s just idk how to really approach someone- cause I admire all my mutuals 😅💕 ALL THEIR ART IS SO YUMMY AND DELICIOUS-
So I just like their posts bc I’m a scaredy cat 😔😔😔😔 idk how else to explain and stuffies-
Also, I might not be so much into welcome home- moving back to my routes of fnf but I’ll still do wh stuff 😋 trust 🙏
#sorry mutuals#i want more mutuals#IDK HOW TO DO THISSSS#IM GONNA CRY#RUN IN CIRCLES#LOSE MY MIND#I’m so dry 😿#I’m especially sorry to Your Happy Fella#they’re so silly#Hammy is so silly and I love him sm#might be a simp fr#who said that#that’s crazy#sorry friendssss 😔😭#quick rant#quick post#hello world#i love u#goodbye#bye bye
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Gone- N.JR
Pairings: neymar jr x! Female reader
Warnings: bunch of angst, falling out of love etc.
Summary: You finally address Neymar regarding the considerable distance he has maintained towards you, anticipating the restoration of your relationship, yet regrettably, it does not unfold in your favor.
Author note: first time writing angst! 😿
In the dimly-lit dining room of your once vibrant home, a heavy silence hangs in the air like a thick fog, suffocating any remnants of warmth or connection. As you sit across from Neymar at the elegantly-set table, a carefully prepared dinner lies untouched before you, the aroma of the food filling the room, yet failing to penetrate the emotional void between you.
Neymar's eyes remain fixated on the glowing screen of his phone, his fingers scrolling with an intensity that mirrors the detachment he displays. The sound of his scrolling is the only audible presence in the room, a constant reminder of the vast distance that has grown between you. The weight of his indifference presses down on you, numbing your heart and clouding your thoughts.
Months have passed since this unusual pattern emerged, an unspoken agreement to bury the fractures in your relationship beneath the surface. Fear of what his response might be has held your mouth shut for months, preventing you from summoning the courage to confront him. Each passing day has chewed at your soul, eroding the once vibrant bond that drew you together.
As you nervously toy with your food, desperately seeking a flicker of connection, a question escapes your trembling lips, shattering the heavy silence. "So.. how was practice?" The words hang in the air, fragile and delicate, as if carrying the weight of your hopes and dreams. Neymar's response is a mere whisper, devoid of any semblance of emotion. "Okay." The word hangs there, a hollow echo of the vibrant conversations that used to follow each practice, regardless of how physically and mentally drained he may have been.
The stark dryness in his tone sends a chill down your spine. In the depths of your being, you yearn for the restoration of the connection that once bound you together. But as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, the gloom that hangs over your shared existence grows heavier. The absence of meaningful conversation, the void of emotional intimacy, has left you adrift in a sea of uncertainty, wondering if the flickering flame of your love will ever be rekindled.
“Ney?” Your gaze turns towards him once more, observing his eyes still fixated on his phone, a faint smile gracing his lips. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you gather the courage to broach the subject that has been weighing heavily on your heart. Slowly, he raises his gaze, meeting your already teary eyes, but his expression remains impassive. Nonchalantly, he leans against his chair, emanating a weariness towards your presence, as if he has grown tired of your company. "Why have you been distant?" you inquire, your voice tinged with a mixture of hurt and confusion. His reaction is one of disbelief, as if your accusation strikes at the core of his being. "What?" he scoffs, his tone laced with offense.
"Well," you begin, your voice trembling slightly, "I can't pinpoint exactly where things went wrong. But it's painfully obvious that our conversations have lost their spark. Each interaction feels so dry, devoid of the warmth and connection we once shared. I mean, for heaven's sake, we just sit in silence while eating our meal. Am I no longer enough for you?" The floodgates of your emotions burst open, finally allowing the pent-up feelings that have haunted you for months to pour forth.
"What are you talking about, y/n? It’s too late for all this I’m going out" he murmurs, his voice laced with weariness and resignation. With a heavy sigh, he rises from his seat and runs a trembling hand through his disheveled hair, a desperate attempt to compose himself. "Neymar, wait don't leave yet" you implore, your voice tinged with a mixture of desperation and sadness. "I'm just calling you out for the sake of it. Deep down, you know there's truth in my words. If there's something you've been longing to express, please, say it now."
Reluctantly, a bitter admission escapes his lips, punctuating the silence like a knife to the heart. "Fine, then! I don't love you anymore," he confesses, his voice laced with a melancholic blend of regret and apathy. The love that once burned brightly within him has faded into nothingness, leaving an empty void in its wake. "What I felt in the beginning, it's gone. There is nothing left, y/n. Are you satisfied?" He continued.
As his words echo in the room, an overwhelming wave of anguish washes over you, threatening to consume your very being. Tears well up in your eyes, cascading down your cheeks like an endless waterfall of sorrow. Despite your efforts to hold back the flood of emotions, your voice trembles as you muster the courage to speak. "Do you love someone else?" you utter, the question seemingly emerging from the depths of your shattered heart, desperately seeking a sliver of hope in the middle of this darkness.
"What?" he stammers, his voice laced with disbelief, as if questioning your sanity. "Do you love someone else?!" you scream, your voice cracking under the weight of your anguish. The repetition of your question only serves to further infuriate you, as he fails to understand your questions quickly.
With a somber resignation, he finally admits, "Yes!I don't love you anymore, y/n." The words, sharp and cutting, pierce through the already shattered remnants of your heart. The realization that your once cherished bond has disintegrated into nothingness weighs heavily upon you, casting a dark shadow over your soul. In this moment, the suffocating emptiness becomes unbearable, and you find comfort in the bitter truth he lays bare.
As your eyes remain fixed upon his face, lacking of the love you used to see reflected in him, you simply nod, a single tear cascading down your cheek. The pretense of affection that had lingered between you, like a decaying facade, is now forcefully shattered.
"Get out," you whisper, the words a fragile echo of the love that once bound you together. His response carries the weight of resignation, as he nods without resistance. He walks towards the door, his steps heavy with the burden of shattered dreams, leaving behind the fragments you used to share.
The door shuts.
And so, you stand there, alone amidst the remnants of a love that has crumbled into dust, enveloped
#neymar jr#neymar jr x reader#neymar jr smut#smut#angst#fluff#Neymar jr angst#World Cup imagines#soccer player x reader#y/n#fan fic#neymar
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In love with this fkfndncjdnsks from tiktok user @/zainah.mb
(Transcript with the emojis OP used in her captions: Hello sister Minnie! You are about to have a bath! 🛁 Are you excited!? She says, “O my goodness” 🙀 “I am sorry my mom” 😿 “I will not roll around in the kaka 💩 box anymore” Look at her she is very cute 🥰 She is interested for the water 💦 Go my sister! Go! Go by yourself! That is even better than than I don’t have to do it. O so much cute 🥰 I finished washing her 🚿 I did not get to film it because I choosing to survive 🥲 She says, “you only survive because you are wearing these gloves” 🧤 Hello! 👋🏻 [cat meows] Sister Minnie look how cute you are. Little shawarma sandwich Masha’Allah 🌯 She is good now she’s nice and clean 🧼 Now I’m drying her she really loves this. She says, “Yes mom I love this one and do my head please.” OK my sister I do for you your head. You’re so cute my sister Masha’Allah. There is people they want to make cancelation for me for giving my cat a bath 🛁 They said, “She will not groom herself” Look she is doing it right now 👅 Jokes on you 👋🏻)
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bro don’t remind me 😞owen ruined my whole life get him AWAY FROM HER😿 i know it was dry as fuck bro it didn’t sound pleasant at all😭😭😭😭atleast we got to see her naked so i’m taking it as a win
abby haters are my no1 enemies shes just a girl 😞
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Owen was ugly and annoying and did not deserve her brooo. ellie did her a favor murdering him tbh
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🌸anon: so I ended up messaging him first about this black mirror episode he mentioned yesterday and he FINALLY replied 7 hours later (I get it tho surgeon surgeon surgeon) and then I was like ‘okay I’ll watch it tonight!!!!!’and then u know what his reply was….’sure’. 💀. Maybe I’m just incredibly horny and attached and clingy but I was so devastated over this one word reply 🥲🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭I thought he was talkative yesterday but then he’s so DRY ONLINE my 😺 is truly more wet than his replies …idk if I have the stamina and patience to endure this torture I JUST WANNA BE TEASED AND FLIRTED ONLINE BUT NOOOOOOOOO😩😩😩😪😪😪 he didn’t say anything about yesterday’s date I was hoping he would say smth like I enjoyed it OR I didn’t enjoy it so bye bitch….I have no idea where this is gonna go and I’m too pussy to ask him ….. sobs I don’t think he likes me…..wanna just throw up and cry now …..devastated that he was making my pussy and heart throb with love but now it’s throbbing with pain 😿😿
bestie don’t overthink it!! as u said he’s a vv busy man. also, men his age (ya kno dilf and all) are dry as fuck when it comes to texting and online stuff since well,,, they’re o*d HAHWNCJDJSJ so don’t sweat it too much !!
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i got my hair cut and colored today i was tryin to go platinum and my scalp is dry as FUCK so the bleach was burning and the whole time i was like 👀💦 but i stuck it out then they washed me and i was like 🙏 but then they brought out the toner and my scalp was 🔥so i'm sitting there tearing up trying to breathe thru it bc beauty is pain and my hair stylist is like u ok and i'm like ya lol but in reality i'm like 😰 so i'm trying to get thru it like astral project into a fucking chuck e. cheese or something like play that sexy spider lady game but i'm cryin i feel like i'm gonna puke it hurts so much and she keeps comin over tuggin at my hair to see how the color looks so i'm like how much longer and she doesn't even answer girl just puts me under the water washes that shit out bc she knows i'm like 😢😭😿 but the color still comes out cute and way lighter than before and the cut is perf but long story short i have a fucking sore on my scalp from the bleach and if i wanna tone out the rest of the yellow in my hair i'm prob gonna have to use purple dye but at least i lük qt
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