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threelionsgirl · 1 year
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Vinicius Jr, Raphinha, Lucas Paqueta and Neymar dancing after Brazil score the first goal against South Korea in the round of 16 during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 at 974 Stadium on December, 5 in Ras Abu Aboud, Qatar.
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neymaruposts · 1 year
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forever you
summary: the one where you spend time with your best friend. also, you think neymar cheated on you.
pairings:
lucas paquetá & reader (platonic)
neymar jr & reader (romantic)
richarlison & reader (platonic)
authors note: this is my first time EVER doing this so if anyone reads this, i hope you enjoy it ! pretend it’s the best thing you’ve ever read 🫶🏼
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the seleção brasileira de futebol was having a two week event for the players, a vacation if you will. due to work obligations you could not go, which bummed you out because you wanted to spend time with neymar, but mostly with your best friend, lucas paquetá.  you don’t even remember the last time you saw him, it’s been a while.
people always wonder when did you guys become so close, but it just kinda happened. he understood you, would always make you laugh and would cheer you up with his dancing. many people thought he was cheating on his wife with you and that you cheated on neymar with him, but that has never been or will be the case, you loved him like a brother and you knew he loved you like a sister.
paquetá: its a two week event, you cant get a day off?
paquetá: on monday we dont have anything we can be w youuu
paquetá: pleeeease i miss u
paquetá: i know ney would be happy to see you
paquetá: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEE
you know work should always come first. but then again neymar is your boyfriend, money will never be an issue. plus you really missed lucas. fuck work.
you: ill see what i can do, but i dont promise anything
you: jk, i'll see u there
you: i’ll get there sunday night and leave wednesday
neymar doesn’t know that you are coming, he actually didn’t even invite you. it didn’t bother you considering it was an event where he would’ve most likely not have that much free time, so you understood. you knew he would love to see you either way.
paquetá: see u then pookie 🫶🏼
he’s such a loser, oh my god. you hate it when he calls you that, and he knows it. you can’t even begin to explain how much that nickname makes you cringe, but you can’t resist chuckling after reading it.
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when you landed in brazil, you were so tired you didn’t even tell lucas. you checked yourself in the same hotel the team was staying at and fell asleep instantly.
you woke up feeling lost, you even forgot where you were for a moment.  you looked at your phone and it was 1:00am, nice.
you: u up?
you: hello????
you: bitchhh i know ur awake
paquetá: im up now 
paquetá: where are you? are you here?
you: room 152
paquetá: im coming over
five minutes later you heard the loudest banging ever. did he forget it’s literally one in the morning?
“people are trying to slee-'' you started to say, but couldn’t even finish because he hugged you with so much force you both fell on the floor like idiots.
“i’m sorry, i missed you so much you have no idea” he said, helping you up and sitting on the bed.
“i missed you too, but see how i didn’t attack you...” you said while closing the door “...yet” his eyes widened as you grabbed a pillow and started hitting him with it. he didn’t hesitate to grab one as well and for almost 5 minutes you had a pillow fight. you even felt dizzy when it was over, that man has no mercy.
“so… i really want a girls night and you’re the closest thing i have to one.” you pouted at him.
“let me guess, face masks and movies?” he looked at you smiling, god you’ve missed him.
“you already know”
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you woke up at god knows what hour. lucas was laid out on the floor, sleeping. why didn’t he go back to his hotel to sleep on a bed? you’ll never know. you got up and kicked him, he replied with a grunt. you kicked him again.
“go to your room, you’ll never forgive me if i let you sleep a minute more on the floor” he mumbled something that you didn’t understand.
“your back is going to hurt so bad and i won’t take the blame” you heard no response. you sighed and laid next to him on the floor, falling asleep a second time.
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you woke up on the bed, a note laying on the pillow next to you.
apparently we did have something planned for today, but it's only till ten. i'll swing by later so you can thank me for putting you in your bed and not letting you wake up with back pain like me :)
huh, maybe next time he’ll listen instead of ignoring you. you checked your phone and it was filled with messages from neymar, you decided to facetime him.
“good morning baby, sorry i took so long to respond i was sleeping” you said, your eyes still not fully opened.
“good morning my life, i figured... what are you doing today?” he said, not looking at the camera.  it looked like someone was fixing his beard or something.
“nothing special and you?” you tried not to smile, knowing you would see him later.
“well, today we have a team photoshoot, till like six.” he sighed while telling you. “i miss you so much you have no idea… why don’t you come over tomorrow? i’ll pay for everything so you have no excuse” he rushed to say before you could think of one.
“let me see what i can do ney, but i don’t promise anything” you tried to sound a bit sad, so you wouldn’t give the surprise away.
“please try to, okay?” you heard him say, and it sounded like he was laughing.
“what’s so funny?” you questioned him. you were so tired you still hadn't opened your eyes fully.
“look in the mirror” he replied, it sounded like he was smiling.
“are you calling me ugly?” you fake gasped, not really paying attention to him.  your mind was thinking on why he told you he was free at 6:00pm when lucas said they were going to be free at 10:00am.
you heard someone knock on his door, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“no no no, never that. trust me and look” he laughed again “i have to go, i’ll call you later around six, okay? love you so so so much.” he said and quickly hung up not letting you respond.
you went to brush your teeth and when you looked in the mirror you noticed you had a unibrow, a mustache and hearts drawn all over your face… lucas.
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around 10:30am lucas came barging through your door.
“so, what’s the plan? did you already tell neymar you’re here? are we having dinner together? going to the pool?..” he asked while sitting next to you, stealing a chip from the ones you were eating.
“hello to you too” you rolled your eyes “he has to stay until six, so i’m telling him then” you ate some chips “luckily for you, you have me until then” you tossed him one and smiled.
he furrowed his brows “until six? there’s nothing else planned for today, it was supposed to be rest day but we had to take some pictures.”
“that’s weird, but that’s what he told me. maybe he’s visiting davi or something” you shrugged, not thinking too much about it. “wanna hit the pool?”
“obviously, let me ask richarlison if he wants to come, you’re gonna love him.” he said pulling his phone out.
“more than you? i don’t think so” you said, raising your eyebrow.
“more than me no one pookie” he winked at you and you smacked him with a pillow.
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richarlison stood in front of you with the biggest smile ever.
“hello my friend” he said, stretching his arm out to you.
“hello to you too! how are you?” you greeted him and he looked at lucas briefly before answering.
“yes my friend” he said, smiling and chuckling nervously.
“okay?” you smiled back confused and looked at lucas who was laughing.
“he doesn’t speak english, yet” he said, walking up to richarlison and placing an arm around him, placing the other one around you before letting out an exhale.
“today i will be a walking translator”
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the day went by fast, everyone was having fun. even though you had a language barrier, you grew fond of richarlison really quick. the more time that passed, more players walked by and saw you guys in the pool, joining you. it got to the point where basically the whole team was there except neymar.
it was almost five a clock and after a whole day of not hearing anything from him, you grew a little suspicious. everyone else was there so, why wasn’t he? no one knew where he was, they even were surprised he wasn’t with you. that was of course, until you told them you were going to surprise him and that he didn’t know you were there. 
around 5:40pm you went back up to your room, to wait for his call. when you walked by a mirror you realized how sunburned you were, amazing. neymar usually reminds you to wear sunblock.
the clock hit six then seven, you got so bored of texting and calling him that you fell asleep.
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you woke up because your phone was blowing up. paquetá kept calling you, but you didn’t really want to talk so you texted him.
you: WHAT 
you: WHATS WRONG?
you: IM TRYINGGGGGG TO SLEEEEP
paquetá: go to twitter rn
paquetá: im serious
nothing could’ve prepared you, gossip pages kept posting about neymar and bruna. spotted leaving a hotel about ten minutes ago, together. you felt like a joke, honestly. is this why he didn't call? why he wasn’t answering his phone? why no one knew where he was? oh my god, he was cheating.
you: a warning would’ve been nice
paquetá: i was calling you for a reason
paquetá: are you ok?
you: no
you: i’m gonna kill him :)
next thing you know, you felt tears streaming down your face. you could laugh at your situation if you had it in you, but you felt numb. people love to compare you to her all the time, saying how you could never have what they had, how she’s prettier, how they probably will end up together, how he’s just with you to forget her and blah, blah, blah. you normally don’t care, why would you? he never gave you reasons to doubt, until now. you felt everything you bottled up just pour out with no control.
paquetá: i’m coming over
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you heard a soft knock on your door and immediately you knew it was him.
“come in” you spoke through tears. he knelt before you and wiped them.
“look at me, look at me please...” he whispered, you did and continued to sob. he hugged you while you let it all out.
“i feel so stupid, i flew all the way here to surprise him and he’s out there with her. this is so embarrassing” you cried harder.
“i didn’t know he was going to see her i swear, i would’ve never told you to come if i knew this would happen” he said while stroking your hair “i’m so fucking mad at him for doing this to you, i don’t know what he’s thinking”
“i just feel really dumb, i get compared to her all the time and it never gets to me, i just ignore it. but i can’t ignore it now, it's right in my face. i feel like deep down he wishes to be with her instead of me.” you spoke through sobs.
“don’t say that, you know that’s not true” he kept caressing your hair.
“it still doesn’t change the fact that he was with her. i feel like i’m never someone’s first option.” you looked down at the floor as more tears fell down your cheeks, you could barely breathe right. lucas stopped hugging you and looked in your eyes.
“listen to me, you’ll always be my first option alright? no matter what happens.” you look at him while he grabs your shoulders “now that you’re in my life, i can’t imagine it without you, you’re my best friend in the entire world, it’ll always be forever you.” you saw the sincerity in his eyes and hugged him tightly.
when your phone started to ring, you already knew who it was so you answered.
“what?” you tried to snap at him but it was barely audible. you started to break down, again. you couldn’t even process that paquetá took the phone, he looked pissed.
“o quê?” [what?] he snapped and started walking towards the bathroom.
you didn’t know portuguese, ironic considering your boyfriend speaks it, so you had no idea what he was saying.
“meu amor, meu vida, por favor, deixe-me explica-” [my love, my life, please let me explain]
“você não está falando com ela” [you’re not talking to her]
“paquetá? onde você está? onde ela está? passe o telefone para ela, por favor? [paquetá? where are you? where is she? pass her the phone, please?]
“ela está aqui, no brasil, desde ontem esperando para surpreendê-lo, idiota. você a ignorou porque estava em um encontro com a bruna? nem mandou uma mensagem para ela ou algo assim. você ignorou sua namorada para ficar com seu ex? você é louco? o que caralho há de errado com você?” [she has been here, in brazil, since yesterday waiting to surprise you, idiot. you ignored her because you were on a date with bruna? didn’t even text her or anything. you ignored your girlfriend to be with your ex? are you insane? what the fuck is wrong with you?]
“eu sei que parece ruim, irmão, mas não é o que parece, eu juro pela minha vida. tudo aconteceu rápido” [i know it looks bad brother, but it’s not what it looks like i swear on my life. it all happened to fast]
“não me chame de irmão agora, como você é tão burro? literalmente nenhuma outra palavra se encaixa. você sabia que as pessoas o veriam e falariam sobre isso se você saísse com ela EM PÚBLICO, especialmente em um hotel.” [don’t call me brother right now, how are you so dumb? literally no other word fits.  you knew people would see you and talk about it if you went out with her IN PUBLIC, especially to a hotel]
“paquetá me escute, eu estava jogando pôquer e perdi a noção do tempo. sim, ela também estava lá, mas nada aconteceu. quando eu estava prestes a sair, ela também estava saindo, então eu a acompanhei até o carro dela” [paquetá listen to me, i was playing poker and lost track of time. yes, she was there too but nothing happened. when i was about to leave, she was leaving too so i walked her to her car]
“por que você fez isso?” [why did you do that?]
“eu não sei, algo dentro de mim queria, eu realmente não pensei nisso. eu não sei o que veio sobre mim, os paparazzi estavam enlouquecendo e eu não queria que eles a machucassem.” [i don’t know, something inside me wanted to, i really didn’t think it through. i don’t know what came over me, the paparazzi was going crazy and i didn’t want them to hurt her]
“neymar, você realmente deveria pensar mais nas coisas, quando a notícia saiu, parecia que você a estava traindo, ela está devastada. eu odeio vê-la chorar assim.” [neymar you really should think things through more, when the news came out it looked like you were cheating on her, she’s devastated. i hate seeing her cry like this.]
“por favor, não me diga que eu a fiz chorar, por favor. estou me odiando por isso, mas prometo a você, nada aconteceu entre mim e a bruna, eu só a acompanhei até o carro.” [please don’t tell me i made her cry, please. i’m hating myself for it but i promise you, nothing happened between me and bruna, i only walked her to the car]
“eu não sei o que dizer neymar, você pode ser tão estúpido às vezes. bruna provavelmente está acostumada com os paparazzi, não havia necessidade de você fazer isso.” [i don’t know what to say neymar, you can be so stupid sometimes. bruna is probably used to the paparazzi, there was no need for you to do that.]
“posso falar com ela?” [can i talk to her?]
“não” [no]
“o que você quer dizer com não? em que quarto ela está hospedada?” [what do you mean no? what room is she staying at?]
he hung up and turned to look at you, his anger leaving his body. you were a mess, puffy face, messy hair and to top it off you were sunburnt. safe to say, you did not feel good.
“what did he say? did you tell him i’m here?” you stood up and walked up to him, he handed you your phone.
“yeah, but i didn’t tell him the room number” he said giving you a soft smile “if it makes you feel any better, he said he didn’t cheat. the paparazzi just caught him in an uncomfortable position”
“you really think he didn’t cheat?” you asked full of hope, you knew he would never lie to you.
“honestly? i’d say he told me the truth” he shrugged.
“i’m assuming i just cried over nothing then, considering you’re being so chill about this.” you laughed and waited for his answer.
“i wouldn’t say you cried over nothing, but i believe nothing happened. trust me” he said looking at you sympathetically.
“well either way i don’t want to see him tonight, you should probably tell richarlison to not tell him where i’m staying” you suggested.
“shit, your right” he was getting his phone out when he received a message, coincidentally, from richarlison.
pombo: ela está bem? [is she okay?]
you: sim, ela está bem agora [yeah, she’s fine now]
you: eu ia te dizer, você não pode dizer a neymar onde fica o quarto dela se ele perguntar, ela não quer vê-lo hoje à noite [i was going to tell you, you can’t tell neymar where her room is if he asks, she doesn’t want to see him tonight]
pombo: sobre isso, ele acabou de chegar aqui [about that, he just got here]
pombo: e a recepcionista acabou de dizer a ele [and the receptionist just told him]
pombo: desculpe, cara 🤷‍♂️[sorry man]
you: caralho [fuck]
you: tudo bem, obrigado cara [it's fine, thanks man]
“fuck...” you heard him whisper.
“what? what happened? did he tell him?”
“no, but the receptionist did” he passed his hand across his face.
“are they even allowed to do that?” you crossed your arms and sat on the bed.
“not really” he said while walking to the door and locking it. “but you are forgetting your boyfriend is the neymar jr.” he sat next to you.
a few minutes passed and you heard a soft knock on the door. you both knew who it was.
“baby let me in, let me talk to you my love” he begged.
we both stayed silent and looked at each other. neymar knocked again.
“lucas, eu sei que você está lá, deixe-me falar com ela.” [lucas i know you're there, let me speak to her”]
he stood up and opened the door, it didn’t open completely because it had a chain lock on the inside.
“volte amanhã de manhã” [come back tomorrow morning]
“deixe-me explicar a ela o que aconteceu, você sabe que eu nunca a trairia” [let me explain to her what happened, you know i would never cheat on her]
“eu sei irmão, mas confie em mim, amigo para amigo, saia e volte amanhã. eu disse a ela, mas ela quer algum tempo sozinha.” [i know brother but trust me, friend to friend, leave and come back tomorrow. i told her but she wants some time alone.]
“tudo bem, eu passo aí amanhã, cuide dela” [alright i’ll come by tomorrow, take care of her] you heard neymar say, defeated.
“sempre” [always] you noticed lucas gave neymar a soft smile.
“i love you, please never forget that. you are my light, my motive, my whole life. i would neve-…” you hear neymar say before paquetá closed the door on his face, not letting him finish. fine you heard him say before walking away. one thing you loved about neymar is that he always knew to give you space when you asked for it.
“he can be so corny sometimes” you smiled at yourself.
“oh believe me” lucas laughed and threw himself on the bed “he’ll come back tomorrow morning so, expect him”
“i can’t believe this happened” you put your head on your hands “people on twitter must be clowning me so hard right now” you laughed and threw yourself on the bed next to him. you noticed he went on his phone and scrolled for a bit.
“honestly? they’re clowning him for being so dumb and doing that to you” he laughed.
“i’m so dramatic holy shit” you wiped your eyes as you went on your phone. you confirmed he didn’t cheat thanks to all the pictures and videos that were being released “why did i even cry about that?” you laughed at yourself. you decided to tease paquetá “you sounded a bit mad on the phone”
“i was mad! you know i never want to see you cry, or see you hurt” he sat up.
“i know, i know” you also sat up “i kind of wanted you to fight with him. defend my honor, you know?” 
“i would never doubt in defending your honor, my lady” he said while bowing, making you giggle. suddenly his eyes lit up and he shot you a grin “what if i call richarlison and we have a girl’s night?”
“i’m gonna be the only girl tho, so it won’t be a girl's night.” you pointed out.
“you know what i mean, come on” he pouted.
“fine” you said as you rolled your eyes, deep down you loved the idea.
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spending a night with lucas and richarlison was… an experience. at first it was hard picking the movies but you choose them in portuguese with english subtitles so you could all understand them. before watching said movies, you went out and bought snacks and face masks. paquetá was already used to getting pampered with you but this was all new to richarlison. he was skeptical at first but you think he enjoyed it the most.
let me tell you, their faces have never looked better, glowy and refreshed. they left after three movies and you were so tired you just brushed your teeth and fell asleep immediately.
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you heard a knock on your door and couldn’t help but smile. the sun was out, you felt refreshed and yesterday’s situation felt like it happened ages ago. you were longing to wrap your arms around neymar and tell him how much you missed him. when you opened the door a puffy faced neymar greeted you holding a bouquet of roses.
“have you been crying? oh my god” you hugged him, immediately you felt bad for making him cry, but then you remember, he made YOU cry “what’s up with this cliché style of apology?” you giggled as pulled away and grabbed the roses.
“you’re not mad at me?” he said confused while coming in and closing the door.
“why would i be mad at you? yesterday i was but after spending about half an hour on twitter watching pictures and videos, i know you didn’t do anything” you booped him on the nose and and placed the roses away.
“so twitter saved my ass huh?” he chuckled before hugging you from behind.
“it really did” you turned around and pecked him on the lips “but if anything like that happens again i won’t be so forgiving” you stared at him.
“noted” he put his hands up and looked at you, admiring all your features. he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in “let me guess, you guys went to the pool huh?” he gave you the sweetest look.
“we did, how did you know?” you furrowed your brows and smiled.
“well your sunburned face is pretty telling” he squished your face before kissing it. “i always tell you to put on sunscreen i can’t believe you always forget to” he laughed and kissed you again before letting you go. he looked around the room and noticed the empty face masks and snacks. “don’t tell me i missed a movie night” he looked at you, disappointed in himself. 
“yup, you did” you shrugged “richarlison and paquetá left here glowing, literally.” you started to pick up the mess, neymar helped you.
“richarlison was here?” he sounded surprised.
“yeah, i really like him you know” you winked at him “you should watch yourself” you teased.
“please, how would you guys even communicate?” he looked at you, laughing.
“through paquetá of course” you grinned at him and heard your phone ding.
paquetá: everything ok?
you: yeah we’re good
paquetá: ok, i’ll see you later then?
you: yes pookie
paquetá: 🤨
“in all seriousness, i’m sorry for yesterday, angel.” he looked at you, his eyes began to water saying all the emotions he couldn’t express. you put your phone down and hugged him tightly, he did the same. it was nice having moments with him like this. you knew that at the end of the day it will always be you two against everything.
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Brazil dancing their way to the quarter finals
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Kisses on the head are the most beautiful ones😌🥹❤️
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A gesture of love, respect, comfort, protection , pride and admiration.
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I am 👆👆 the football ⚽️ country 🇧🇷🇧🇷 even gringo sambed 💃🕺💃🕺 passed it to neymar 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ it's goal 🥅🥅🥅
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gabigabigabby · 10 months
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headcanons | brazil national team
seleção brasileira x fem!reader
headcanons of other countries; portugal / england / argentina
a/n: i've always imagined how it'd be like to be friends with these guys. their group must be so much fun to be with. comfort national team ): lmk if you want a part two with the rest of the brazil guys! hope u enjoy ⭐️
synopsis: headcanons of the seleção brasileira during the world cup 🏆
neymar
u and ney met for the first time at the brazil world cup
u had been a fan of his since his glory days in santos and his starting years in barcelona
through ney, u got to know the brazil legends
say ricardo kaká, say phil coutinho, say roberto firmino; say literally any brazil player, u have met them before
no one would dare to touch u because ur ney's friend
that's how powerful he is
he always offers to take u out with brazil during the international break
after training, ney insists u and the guys play a friendly game
u could pick out ur team and all, it's very cute (in my head)
he makes sure u get the best seats to watch the game
he invites u to squad dinner after every game brazil had under their campaign
overall, he's just a really amazing dude
it's a blast to get to hang out w him
richarlison
besides u and neymar, richarlison is the other dude ur attached at the hip w
u think he's the funniest guy you've ever met
and he thinks ur the prettiest girl he's ever known
u helped him dye his hair platinum blonde for the world cup
yep it was u
he gave u the shirt he wore on the very first match of brazil's campaign
and u wore that shirt every time brazil had to square up until their loss against croatia
i feel like richy is the kind to invite u to his hotel room so he could get a shit ton of room service
kinda weird. but it's actually kinda cute
he would make jokes solely bc he wants to hear ur laugh
if u don't laugh at his jokes, he literally dies inside
he's pretty overprotective
more overprotective than neymar, i'd say
he'd always have his arm around u
his height also intimidates a lot of people so it helps
he just overall cares so damn much about u
amazing guy
vinicius jr
vini's the kind to tolerate everyone's bs
he kinda just laughs at the squad's antics
trust me, the guys are all weird in their own ways
vini's the neutral guy
he's weird
but then again, he isn't
tbh w u, he's only weird when rodrygo's around
every time u would come visit him and rodrygo and eder, he brings along his nephew to the bernabéu
his nephew loooooves u
bc of vini, u have every real madrid kit u could think of
u have his, rodrygo's, eder's, even benzema's
awesome dude, he cares a lot about his friends
ur lucky to be friends w vini
lucas paquetá
okay i lied
u think lucas is the funniest guy in the seleção
don't tell richy
only u would tolerate his antics
every time one of the guys get paired up with lucas on the plane, they'd ask if they could switch w u
bc only u could match w his shenanigans
his wife n kids LOVE u
i cannot stress that enough
they see u as family
tia y/n
u love benício and filippo the same
but pippinho's ur favorite, ur not fooling anybody
richy joins u guys sometimes
he's the same amount of crazy, not to worry
u and lucas would brainstorm different dance celebrations
u were the mastermind behind his celebration after his goal against south korea
u and lucas would send each other tiktoks every day
whether it be dance related or just mad dumb shit
u appreciate having lucas in ur life
u have always wanted a best friend like him
and now that u do, u never want to let him go
antony
u and antony are very parent-like to one another
u both are around the same age
antony being a few months older than u
he wouldn't live it down
"eu sou mais velho que você, respeite os mais velhos, y/n" [i'm older than you, respect your elder, y/n]
"então você admite que tá velho" [so you admit you're old]
u would joke w him ALL. THE. TIME.
"eu apoio todos os clubes, exceto o manchester united. porque você tá nele" [i support all clubs except manchester united. bc you're in it]
"okay, agora isso é apenas maldade, y/n" [okay, now that's just mean, y/n]
all jokes aside, he'd go livid if anybody ever hurts you
physically, mentally, all that shit
he cares so much
his heart is so huge
he wears it on his sleeve
and he's proud of it
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kevjrr · 1 year
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He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother, The Hollies // Goal // Eurosport // Psg Talk // The Guardian // Daily Mail // …
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threelionsgirl · 1 year
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Brazil's coach, Tite dancing with Richarlison and the Brazil NT after scoring the fourth goal against South Korea in the round of 16 during the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 at 974 Stadium on December, 5 in Ras Abu Aboud, Qatar.
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whorekneecentral · 5 months
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Spin Me Around
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Lucas Paqueta x Fem!Reader
Warnings: soft husband!lucas, alcohol and the consumption of, making a mess and you're not having it, dancing cause it wouldn't be him without it, the use of alcohol in a sexual way (if that's even a warning), oral (f!receiving), fingering, finger sucking, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.
Word Count: 1,633
Author's Note: big shocker, this one's for pookie also. I can't un-see that TikTok of drake I sent you loool. anyways, eat up besties.
merry smutmas series
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Lucas busts out the champagne and the streamers to celebrate the new years in your new place. 
It was a last minute plan; initially, you were supposed to head to the club with your friends to ring in the new years but you were so exhausted.
Lucas decided last minute that he didn't want to spend new years in Brazil, even though you two had gone for Christmas. You ended up coming back to England, the two of you making plans with a few of his teammates but he wasn't up for it, nor were you.
See, you had just moved into a new place before the holidays and with all the prep for the Brazil trip, you sort of forgo setting up your place. Now that you were home, you two had done that in the days after your return.
You both had underestimated the amount of work that would go into setting up the new place.
Hence why you ended up cancelling your plans and staying in. Your husband ordered take out and you caught up on your TV show.
It was 11pm when Lucas finally got up, switching off your TV show to put on music. Your head tilts to the side, looking at him, "what are you doing ?"
"I know we decided to stay in, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun."
The man grabs your hand, pulling you up and off of the couch before the two of you make your way to the kitchen. You leant on the counter, watching as he looked through the fridge for something. Lucas claps his hand - you suppose he found what he was looking for - reaching into the fridge to pull out a bottle of champagne.
There's a wicked smile on his face, the man raising his eyebrows just as he lifts the bottle. It's like you can read his mind; "no." You point your finger at him, wagging it at him as if he was a child.
Lucas ignores your warning, shaking the bottle up and down a few times. "Lucas, don't." You tell him, stepping towards him to take the bottle.
You can't stop him in time.
He pops the cork, the gold liquid spraying all over the kitchen and the two of you. To make matters worse, Lucas shakes the bottle, jumping around to the beat of the song. "Babe!" You laughed, turning away from him but he grabs your arm, your sock covered feet sliding over the wet tiles, letting him pull you into him.
"Dance with me, meu amor." His arm wraps around your waist and the other holds the bottle as you two spin around the kitchen.
It's loud, so loud; you're laughing and Lucas is singing terribly off key to the ridiculously loud music.
He takes a sip of the champagne, the liquid bubbling up and dripping down his chin. Neither of you seemed to have a care in the world at the moment.
You lean your head back when he pats your side, letting him pour the champagne into your mouth. It spills over your lips, dribbling down your chin to your neck. You can't stop the giggle that leaves your lips when Lucas leans down to kiss your neck, his tongue dragging up your soft skin. You can feel him kissing up and down where the champagne has split.
"Lucas," you mumbled, your hand on his jaw. "That's so gross!" You giggled, making a face. He smiles, kissing you, "I don't care."
You laugh, taking the bottle from him to set it on the counter. He pushes you back against him, letting you turn to face him again. Lucas has got his lips on either side of you, pinning you between the marble and him.
"Hi pretty lady," he smiles, leaning in to kiss you once more. You peck his lips, "one sip has gotten you drunk?"
"No," he rolled his eyes at your words, "I can't love on my wife?"
"You can," you hold his cheeks, letting him kiss you. Lucas steps closer, lifting you onto the counter without separating the two of you. He moves between your legs, his hands wandering all over your body.
His hands rest on your thighs, working their way up to your shorts. You already know his plan, you've known Lucas for years.
The man never changed, it was one of the many reasons why you loved.
"Not here," you swat his hands away.
He groans, but nods. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you close when he picks you up. "Lucas!" You laughed, holding onto your husband, "this is not what I meant."
"Close enough," he says, "grab the bottle."
You reach over, the dark green bottle in your hand as he carries you to the dining room. "This isn't any better," you tell him, your husband putting you down on the table, standing between your legs.
His hands wander, pulling your top over your head, tossing it behind him. You watch as he pinches your hip, having you lift yourself a bit so he can toss your shorts behind him.
Lucas could see the way your chest heaved under him, under his touch. 
He sinks down into his knees in front of you. Your eyes are fixed on your husband, watching his every single move. He tugs on your panties, pulling them down. 
The black fabric stuffed into the pocket of his shorts now, earning a slight smile from you.
He reaches up, taking the bottle of champagne from you. A solid swing of it, the light reflecting on his skin, his lips - the way the champagne left his lips wet. God, you wanted to kiss him and you were about too, reaching for your husband before he stops you, his lips finding your leg, leaving wet marks behind until he gets up to your inner thighs.
This was so much better than kissing him.
You’re watching him and Lucas looks up from between your legs, his eyes meeting yours when his tongue meets your clit.
Every time was the same, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 
He’s slow at first, careful with his movements. His tongue rubbing up and down your slit, lapping over your cunt until your thighs squeeze around his head. 
“Babe, please.” You begged and your husband looked up at you. 
He asks you, “please what?”  
“Do something,” you squirm when you feel him move his tongue again.
His name falling from your lips was like heaven on earth to him. He set the bottle down and the same hand, the same cold hand was now rubbing at your entrance. Lucas pushes two fingers into you and you drop back into the table, back arched at the feeling. 
He knew you like the back of his hand, curling and pumping his fingers at the right angle and speed, making your legs shake. 
"Lucas," you groaned, a hand reaching down to tangle in his hair; it's grown out a bit, long enough for you to pull now.
Something he enjoyed, a mental note made to keep at this length.
You looked down at him, your eyes meeting his as he looked up at you again, watching how your face twists in pleasure. "Baby," you mumbled, chest heaving as you watched him. "Fuck me.. please."
The words tumble out and he pulls his fingers away, getting up off the floor.
His hand reaches up, the two fingers rubbing across your lips and you open your mouth, letting him stick them in. Your lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping over them like they were his cock. 
The thought alone made his cock twitch. 
Lucas pulls his fingers away and you pout, making him smile. His hand rubbing along your thigh before pulling you toward the edge of the table a little more. 
He's got one of your legs over his shoulder, the other hooked around his hip when he pushes into you.
He fucks you the way he knows you like it; rough. You were already overstimulated from his mouth and his fingers. It wouldn't take much to push you over the edge.
Lucas left you wanting more, hearing you beg for him over and over again. Begging him to do something, anything.
You were a sight to see; back arched off the table, eyes closed and the little L pendant on your chain pooled by your neck when your head fell back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time. 
“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 
He knew you like the back of his hand, every look, every touch, every movement, he knew you.
Lucas watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body. 
“Look at me when you cum.” 
You’re forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, looking at your husband just like he wanted when you cum. He follows moments after you, dropping himself down onto you, his chest on your stomach and his cock buried in you. You too had dropped back down onto the table. 
The two of you lay there for a moment, neither of you saying anything as you held onto each other. You reach down, twirling a few strands of Lucas' hair before he stands up, untangling himself from you.
Just as you pull his shirt on, the two of you hear the loud popping coming from outside of the window. He nods for you to go ahead and he follows behind you.
Lucas' arms wrap over your shoulders, the two of you watching the fireworks from your kitchen window. "Happy new years," he whispers in your ear, kissing your jaw.
You smile, giving his arm a squeeze. "Happy new years."
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nosugarallspice · 10 months
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Masterlist
Football
Jude Bellingham
Ruben Dias
Erling Haaland
Kylian Mbappe
Darwin Nuñez
Neymar Jr
Trent Alexander Arnold
Andy Robertson
Jack Grealish
Virgil Van Dijk
Giovanni Reyna
Christian Pulisic
John Stones
Zlatan Ibrahimović
Lucas Paquetá
Hector Bellerin
Diego Lainez
Alejandro Balde
Josko Gvardiol
Ricardo Pepi
Star Wars
Anakin Skywalker
Kylo Ren
Darth Vader
People
Hayden Christensen
Formula One
Daniel Ricciardo
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neymaruposts · 1 year
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disloyal 0.2
summary: the one where you catch neymar cheating
pairings:
neymar & reader
lucas paquetá & reader
authors note: here’s part two 🫶🏼 y’all gave me really good ideas, unfortunately i couldn’t incorporate them all but i tried. let me know if you liked it! i really wasn’t planning on writing a continuation so it’s really improvised 🫣
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the more you drove the more defeated you felt. you had no destination in mind because really, where could you even go? paris was neymar’s city, not yours. you took a deep breath and pulled over. you decided to call lucas paquetá, hoping he was free to talk. neymar used to get jealous of your relationship with him, but he got used to it. after a few rings you got nervous, maybe he was training or something. when he answered you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
“olá linda, what’s up?” [hello beautiful]
“oi gato, can we talk?” [hey handsome]
you two had started calling each other pet names a long time ago. it was fun to piss neymar off, so fun that you never stopped.
“yeah yeah, hold on” you could hear him walking around before closing a door. you waited patiently as you looked out the window.
“you sounded sad, what’s wrong?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. you took a deep breath before answering, you really didn’t want to cry again.
“i caught neymar cheating on me, again. i don’t know what to do with him.” you expressed, your voice breaking towards the end as a few tears threatened to escaped your eyes.
lucas stayed silent, he actually was with you the first time you caught neymar cheating. you were partying in brazil, having a good time. the party was insane but in the blink of an eye neymar left your side. you asked lucas to help you search around for him since you didn’t know the place. when you found him he was fucking someone else. immediately he told you it was the alcohol and that he was incredibly wasted, you knew he wasn’t that drunk but you let it slide. lucas was disappointed in your decision but he didn’t understand your relationship with neymar.
“de novo? aquele filho da puta” [again? that son of a bitch] he mumbled under his breath.
“i just left his house with a few things, i don’t know where to go or what to do.” you twirled your hair anxiously, you really didn't know anyone in paris.
“listen to me, here’s what you’re going to do. you’re gonna go back-“
“but i-”
“listen” he snapped at you “go back, pack everything up. i’m buying you a ticket right now. you're staying with me”
“are you sure? i don’t want to bother you or anything.”
“i’m sure docinho, go” [sweetie]
he said before hanging up. you really didn’t want to go back and prove neymar’s point but the offer was too tempting to resist.
walking up to the door was humiliating. you remembered he told you that you’d be back and here you are. you let out a sigh before walking in. the amount of roses around the house caught you off guard. this is SUCH a cliché way to apologize, you thought as you rolled your eyes. thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen. this was your chance.
after placing the last box in your car you headed back inside. you felt nostalgic, you lived amazing moments in this house with him. god, why did he had to be such an asshole? i mean, you weren't a saint, but this couldn't keep going on no matter how much you loved each other.
neymar had gone out on a shopping spree, he was buying anything and everything that reminded him of you. he really wanted you to see how sorry he was. when he pulled in and saw your car, his heart skipped a beat. he couldn’t help but to smile, he had you wrapped around his finger.
“gatinha! i knew you’d come back” [babe] he exclaimed with a smug smile as he dropped the bags of clothes, shoes and jewelry on the floor. “i’m sorry for what i did, i don’t know what got into me” he started to say, you just rolled your eyes “you know you’re the only woman in my life, the one i want to spent my everyday with. the one who-”
“save yourself the speech, i was just here packing my things up.” you interrupted him as you tried to walk pass him. he grabbed you by your arm.
“you… what?” he turned around and looked at you confused “you’re leaving?” he let go of you.
“did you really think i was gonna stay? after you humiliated me? again?”
“you know that the one i love is you, right? the other girl? she was a mistake-” he started to explain.
“yeah” you laughed “i don’t even want to think about the other ‘mistakes’ you’ve had that i don’t know of” you stated crossing your arms.
neymar stared at you, now it was him who was searching for something in your eyes. the sparkle that always looked back at him was no longer there. he really fucked up this time.
“are you really leaving me gatinha? let’s talk, please” [babe] he pleaded with the softest voice as he caressed your arms.
you stared at him, it hurt you to do this but he had to learn he couldn’t keep hurting you just because he could. he was waiting for a reply but once again you didn’t say anything, you just left. he really couldn't believe it; this time, you didn't look back.
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uckless · 1 year
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