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mchlgayser · 1 year

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ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

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lovefks · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］

ᥫ᭡ summary cuddles and kisses is what you love being woken up for

ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader

ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but

Being woken up is trash, especially when it’s weekend. But there is only one condition you allow to be woken up to; morning kisses.

You could feel his soft lips on yours, your lips between his. You just love that feeling. You tried to speak, but only a little squeak came out as you still felt his lips on yours. „Ney…” you murmured softly. This made him grab your hip and pull you even closer. You mumbled his name again „mhm“ he mumbled back while still kissing you.

You tried to answer, but soon his lips landed on your cheek, nibbling on it softly. „Ney… what are you doing“ you said while giggling softly. You loved every second of it and Neymar knew it. „Yes Meu anjo?“ he said while his voice got blocked by your cheek. He moved to your lips again, while you stroke his hair softly, letting out small, soft giggles. „you are so cute, you know that?“ you tried to say, but it as just a non understandable sentence.

He stoped kissing you and you both looked your eyes; he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen…

He began to shift and cuddled his head into your neck. „thank you y/n. Você é a pessoa mais bonita do mundo“ he mumbled into your neck. Oops you thought, I just said that out loud (You are the most prettiest person in the world)

These are the moments you never thought would become reality. The moments you had only dreamed about, but when you met Neymar, he made those dreams become reality without knowing that what he does, is exactly what you want,

Him cuddling into you with his lips softly kissing you, with your hands around him; these moments…

…These moments where the ones who were worth it being woken up

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Can u write ney having baby fever

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐉𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Here's a blurb of Neymar experiencing baby fever! I wasn't too sure how to go about this, so I thought it would be best to do specially what you requested: Ney having baby fever. Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so uploads may be a bit slow this week c’: ♥

“Who's such a cute baby! You are, you are!,” you say in a baby voice to your niece, Lilliah, who you are holding. Her laughter is heard causing your heart to swell from cuteness. You have been watching Lilliah since this morning as your brother asked you to so he and his wife can have lunch together for ‘alone-time’ and of course, you did not mind.

You continue to play with baby Lilliah as you patiently wait for Neymar, your boyfriend, to finish making her bottle. The baby gurgles happily and reaches for your face, you can't help but smile. After a few more minutes, Neymar enters the room with the bottle, and you begin to feed it to her. When you look up at Neymar, you are about to ask him a question, when you notice his eyes adoringly looking down at Lilliah, a smile creeps over your face. You slowly get up, “Here, you can feed her, I need to use the bathroom.” Neymar doesn't respond to you as he simply nods his head and carefully takes the baby from you, making sure to hold her with care the entire time while holding the bottle against her lips. As Neymar feeds the baby, you can tell from the look on his face that he is completely smitten. You know that he has always talked about starting a family with you, but seeing him holding and caring for the baby has made you think about it as well. The way that he looks at the baby with such love and adoration is heartwarming, and it's clear that he has a natural instinct for parenting. You kiss him on the cheek before slipping out of the room to use the bathroom. Now that Neymar is alone with her, he starts to experience a rush of strong feelings brought on by baby fever. He watches as Lilliah's tiny fingers wrap around his own and feels an overwhelming desire to have a child of his own. Neymar couldn't help but think about how amazing it would be to start a family with you. He imagined teaching them how to read and write, playing sports together and taking them out for ice cream. He fantasized about watching them take their first steps, hearing their first words and seeing their first smile. He smiled to himself as he thought about how much he would love and cherish his child, and all the amazing experiences you all would have together. He knew that having a child would be an incredible journey and he looked forward to it with anticipation.

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nymrs · 1 year

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Would you please write an imagine about Neymar and the reader celebrating a big win. (Fluff) I totally understand if you are unable to do this. 🫶

#5. CELEBRATIONS | Neymar Jr.

Your heart was racing, you were so anxious you could swear there were pearls of sweat running down your forehead. The whole stadium watched your fiancé. It was the Champions League final and if PSG scored their penalty now, they would win. You prayed to God, knowing Neymar would fully blame himself if they’d lose. He got into his position and jogged towards the ball after hesitating for a moment. The moment he kicked, you squinted your eyes together, unable to watch because of the nervousness and adrenaline running through your blood. A moment of pure silence, then being interrupted by cheering and clapping all around you. You opened your eyes to see the PSG team hugging Neymar, holding him up until the whole group finally fell to the ground. And this was the moment you knew, he made it, my fiancé fucking made it. The adrenaline turned into happiness and joy that was showing by your eyes tearing up. Rafaella, who attended her brothers important match, pulled you into her arms, tears streaming down both your cheeks. Pulling away, she softly stroke your arm, "Go down there, he’s probably waiting for you already." You glanced over to Neymar. He was watching you while his mates couldn’t seem to stop expressing their overflow of positive emotions by hugging him and jumping around. You ran down the stairs, the security men already opening the barriers for you and the other relatives of the new champions. The field was crowded with the teams' families and friends, while Neymar simply stood there with the biggest smile on his face, stretching out his arms for you. "You made it babe, you really made it! I’m so proud of you, I love you so much", you exclaimed the moment you crashed into his arms. He hugged you tight, holding you up a little bit before placing a kiss onto your lips. Once you pulled away from each other you saw the tears in the corner of his eyes. You continued praising him before he cut you off, "I wouldn’t be able to do this without you Y/N." You looked at him in confusion, the grin on your face did not disappear while you shook your head. "But Ney, I didn’t do anything. This is you. You made it, just like I knew you would." His thumb softly stroke your cheek. "But who supported me through it all? Who had to keep up with my moods; motivate me whenever I was about to give up – who kicked my ass the times I’ve been too lazy to train, and who made me play in ease, letting me know that no matter the outcome, I'm being loved and appreciated? It’s you, and if it wasn’t for you, your support and your love, I would’ve lost all motivation long ago", he paused for a second, "We won the Champions League, but I won in life, with you." You wrapped you arms around his neck and pulled him closer as you didn’t stop telling him how much you loved him. Before you could even pull away from each others lips, you saw Sergio running towards the two of you, with an open champagne bottle pointing at you. "Sergio, no!", you squeak, but he only laughed at your scared facial expression and got you soaked in champagne. Neymar was amused by your angry glare. "Champions! We are the champions", Sergio started singing and wrapped an arm around your fiancés neck, both of them jumped while Neymar grabbed the bottle and took a big sip. You didn’t like the idea of going home smelling like nothing but alcohol, but your worries and madness instantly disappeared the moment you saw Neymar celebrating their victory and finally being highly appreciated not only by the team, but even the fans that used to shit talk about him. It was literally Neymars day, and you were endlessly grateful for being able to celebrate with him and possibly even contributing to his motivation.

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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Gold | Neymar jr

summary: when Brazil takes home gold in the olympics a reunion between you and Neymar leads to a very sleepless night.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

As you lay naked under the sheets, the gentle breeze that entered the room gave you goosebumps. You came into contact with another body that was warm and soft as you turned over. Neymar's inked chest was noticeable even in the corner of the evening.

You got up with a sheet wrapped freely around the front of your body swaggering towards the gallery entryway that was left somewhat open. It was refreshing to breathe in the clean air as it slowly entered your body, clearing your mind of the negative thoughts that had clouded it. You guaranteed yourself that late night rendezvous with Neymar were finished, still, you wound up right once more into his bed. You weren't going to be seeing Neymar, and you weren't planning for this to happen.

Brazil had won gold in the Olympics at home, which called for festivities that would extend across the whole country. You had decided to celebrate with friends who were clearly Neymar's friends as well.

Your relationship with Neymar was confounded. Up until a month ago, when you spent time making love to him while he was seeing someone else, he was your closest friend.

After everything was said and done, you promised yourself that no matter how badly you wanted Neymar to be yours, he wasn't. You felt so ashamed. If you wanted to face yourself every day, you had to accept this reality. You had stayed away from him until your affections for him were for quite some time neglected, yet you just couldn't let them go. Neymar had quit seeing the past lady which he had been faithless as well. You couldn't stop yourself from falling in love with Neymar once more, which led you to tonight.

You turned around and looked back, avoiding Neymar as he slept. His tattooed chest stood out in the pitch-black darkness beneath the blanket's partial covering. As you turned to look back out the balcony doors, you celebrated by studying the city. You were too preoccupied with your own thoughts to notice that Neymar was moving behind you when you awoke to find your body gone from beside him. He tiredly got out of bed, making sure not to trip on the clothes and pillows that had been discarded of.

Neymar wrapped his arms around your figure and tied himself in the sheet you had used to protect yourself, causing your body to gently shake. He kissed you open mouthed as he ran his arms down your body, sucking on the skin as you let soft moans escape from your chapped lips. You inclined your head back, your body shaking to the delight as you felt his presently hard cock spring toward your butt.

Neymar removed the blanket from your body and brought you into his arms as he turned your body toward him. Neymar had two hands on your butt as your put your hands in his hair, pulling on the locks as he left hot kisses too your lips. Getting your legs around his midsection Neymar actually held you up, strolling towards the wall as he pushed you facing it.

You investigated his eyes, crying as his delicate lips left yours, before you could scrutinize his thought process Neymar pushed up into you, slow and profound. Unable to comprehend anything Neymar was saying to you as he continued to pound into you, your body melted into his, and you moaned incoherently.

"You're so close bébé" Neymar moaned, matching up his pushes with your groans expanding at your pleasure. "So good, so fucking good" you groaned raking your nails down his strong back certain to leave marks for a really long time as you let yourself become helpless against Neymar. Giving him everything.

A symphony of moans and skin slapping was heard all over the room a song only meant for you two to hear in your most joyful moments. You were on the verge of being undone, and tonight, you were about to come for the third time. Second one was on his cock.

Neymar continued to slip inside of you as he rubbed circles with his two fingers on your clit. You moaned, "Ney, oh Ney right there," as he fucked up into your g-spot and repeatedly hit your core with each movement of his hips. Your peak wasn't far, scratching the edge of your brain as the recognizable warm inclination showed up in the profundities of your stomach.

Neymar issued a warning, "I know you want to let go meu amor." As you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, he whispered, "So let go all over my cock," into your ear. You let go all around his cock, spouting your juices onto his as he screwed you through your high. Your body shook to the joy, shivering as

Neymar exhausted his heap into you not long after. Your body became numb from the overstimulation as Neymar continued to raise it.

Neymar said with a low voice, "Idso foi perfecto," as he watched as your still-buried body curved into his with each light movement. Feeling the blend of both your sticky juices spilling from your sore pussy. Yet, absolutely no part of that made a difference, you had Neymar after all the torment and implicit sentiments you at long last had the man you were so profoundly captivated by. All encircling you.

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ge0rg1ewaa · 1 year

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"They set it up!" - Neymar jr

A/n : this is so confusing and idk if it makes sense. I just wanted to post something, anything. hope u still enjoy it :)

[Third person pov]

The smell of freshly prepared pasta wafted through the corridors of the apartment. The atmosphere was soothing with a blanket on the couch & a favorite movie on the TV. The setting sun and its last rays were the only thing that could be seen through the window.

Today was Y/n's day off and she decided not to bother going out, to be honest, she wasn't in the mood either. Yesterday, she broke up with her boyfriend of a year and a half because she found out he was cheating on her. She didn't do anything all day. In the morning she went out to do the shopping, but since then she has been at her place, reading the unfinished book and finishing watching the last few episodes of the series she has been bingeing on lately.

After pouring herself a portion of the pasta, she headed to the sofa, taking her phone from the charger. The girl had not yet checked her social media, her phone flooded with messages from Instagram, Twitter and Messenger. There was nothing interesting in the internet world. There were no dramas at the moment, or at least Y/n hadn't run into them. One of the messages was from her boyfriend well ex now, Neymar jr, and read 'I'm really sorry. I promise you, I haven't done anything. You know I would never touch anyone else expect you. I love you. Baby please answer me. ' and stuff like that, but Y/n just blocked him. Less than a minute later, her phone rang. As soon as she saw that it was Neymar, she let him ring, but as soon as she realized that he was not going to give up so easily, she picked up the phone, but remained silent, letting him speak.

"Hi meu amor. I know you are there, but you are silent because you want me to speak, so I will speak and tell you everything. The other night after we won the game we went out for a treat but we got drunk and I don't even know how I got home. I swear to god I don't know the girl who was next to me. They set it up! We haven't done anything, I promise you. I know the pictures you saw don't do justice to my words, but I have a video where she is paid to lie next to me half naked. I'll send it to you so you can make sure too. Eu te amo muito. Eu nunca faria algo assim para te machucar. Você significa muito para mim. [ I love you so much. I would never do anything like that to hurt you. You mean so much to me.]" After he explained everything to her in one breath, Y/n unblocked him to send her the video. And he was right. The girl could be clearly seen haggling for the amount of money and eventually getting it, before taking off her dress and laying down next to the sleeping Neymar. But how did she get into his room?

"You can see for yourself what it's all about. I still don't know how she managed to get into my room and who helped her and why they took pictures, but at least I can rest assured that you know the truth." Neymar sighed, his red eyes filled with tears once again. He doesn't know how he let things get here. Only a day since the love of his life left him, but he doesn't know what is happening around him. At least now that Y/n had let him explain the ugly situation, he hoped she would return to his arms. He missed her, her touch, her kisses, her voice, her laugh, her presence in general. He was so deeply madly in love with her that he was ready to leave his family and end his career for her, and we all know how important family & football are to him.

He was just about to hang up the phone when her soft breaking voice called. "Ney, im so sorry. I should have let you explain earlier, but because of my stubborn head, I didn't and hurt both of us. I wish I could hug and kiss you. I miss you." Y/n said, her voice quiet but understandable. She knows that's not possible because of the miles that separate them every day.

" Se você descer e sair, seu desejo pode se tornar realidade. Se você descer e sair, seu desejo pode se tornar realidade. " [If you go downstairs and go outside, your wish may come true.]" Neymar replied with a small smile that could be heard in his voice.

He was here. He was finally here. Her smile shot across her face. Y/n would finally see him. She was so excited that she didn't even bother to get a jacket and flew down the stairs, opening the front door as quickly as possible. And here in front of her stood Neymar. With his classic smile and different hairstyle. He opened his arms and Y/n ran up and jumped on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, his arms around her back and under her thigh to keep her from dropping to the ground. She nuzzled her face into his neck, smelling his fresh scent & he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her shampoo, which smelled of vanilla and cinnamon.

They pulled back and smashed their lips into each other's. Their lips seemed to be made for each other and fit together like a puzzle. Ney couldn't seem to enjoy Y/n's cherry lip balm & her hands were tangled in his curls.

"I missed you and I'm so sorry I didn't believe you at first." Y/n whispered, forehead pressed against Neymar's.

" Tudo está bem agora. Eu te amo." [ Everything is good now. I love you.]

" Te amo mais." [I love you more.]

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leilakisakabiri · 1 year

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Dark Paradise (Neymar Jr)

Plot: Reader is a college student tasked with writing a portfolio on the 2014 Brazilian National Team and just can't seem to get along with one player in specific.

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count [2715]

A/N: Hey Guys! No upload schedule for this yet. I am entering finals season for university, but I just wanted to get the story out there. Had so much fun writing this.

Part One.

You had met Neymar back during the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. You had just begun your final year of college studying journalism and had been selected along with 3 other students to work alongside your school's broadcasting company to detail the World Cup.

The job had given you one of the best things in your life, Neymar. You had met on sunny afternoon after practice one day, your professor assigning your team with the task of traveling to Granja Comary to interview the Brazilian players.

Once there you split the players up amongst your team with how you had decided before, with you being the one to interview last.

With some free time on your hands, you decided to take a tour of the property and see if you could find anything that could help in building your piece. The grounds themselves were breathtaking, surrounded by mountains and lush grass as far as the eye could see.

You wandered around, aimlessly walking down random hallways, exploring the different buildings. You came across a display showcasing all the different awards and medals Brazil had won in its history.

"Who the hell are you?"

You looked up startled at the sound of another voice as you came face to face with a tan boy who looked around you age glaring at you, a phone pressed against his hand, clearly already agitated from the phone call.

"I'm sorry?"

"No media allowed here, you need to leave."

You put your hand up in mock surrender playfully, "Oops sorry didn't realize that."

The boy shook his head, before speaking rapidly in what you could only assume was Portuguese, ending the call. He came over to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him,

"Clearly. Fucking media never respects anyone."

You were surprised at his rudeness and how you knew you were media before you realized you were wearing a badge literally labeled 'Media Team'.

"Hey! Not all of us are bad, and besides I wasn't even snooping."

He rolled his eyes, still pulling you along towards the exit, "That's what they all say. Now get off the property."

Now it was your turn to be angry, "Excuse me? First of all I'm a human being so treat me like one, second I'm literally just here to do my job."

This just agitated the boy more, "Well then go on and do it instead of just standing around."

You huffed pulling your hand from his grasp.

What an asshole, who the hell did he think he was?

He waited expectedly for you to leave, you bit your tongue not wanting to say anything else to make the argument escalate, "Fine."

"Fine." he replied, and with that, you turned around walking out the door and heading back towards the main buildings where the interviews were being held.

Never had you met someone who was ruder right off the bat, sure you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be, but no one had told you it was off limits, and you weren't even doing anything, just admiring the display.

You came back into the main building finding that things were much more chaotic then when you left.

"What's going on?" you asked as you approached one of your team members, Miles.

"Neymar, the star player, is apparently nowhere to be found. He was supposed to be in the first round of interviews but he stormed off a while ago."

"Why is everyone on this team so tight-strung." you said referring to the mishap you had just minutes prior.

He shrugged, "No idea, anyways, he'll probably end up in your section if they ever find him."

You groaned not looking forward to having to deal with two assholes in one day.

You had never been a big football fan to start with, but by the way your day was going you were sure that by the end of your project you weren't going to end up being one either.

After waiting around for another hour it was your turn to interview, and as you stepped into the media room you found a group of 5 players waiting for you along with the head and assistant coach.

You walked up to them introducing yourself, "Hello everyone my name is Y/N I'm going to be finishing up the interviews for today."

You heard someone let out an excited groan, "Thank god, I'm so hungry."

You let out a smile looking at the player reading his name card, Dani Alves. "I'll try to make it as quick as possible."

You launched into the interview, asking questions about the team strengths and weaknesses, different tactics they used in practices, and how they felt about their chances for this World Cup.

Before you know it, the interview had wrapped, and you were left to gather your things after the players had left whispering to each other about their lunch plans.

You were just about to leave the room when one of the assistant coaches came back into the room.

"Excuse me, sorry Y/N would you mind just staying another 10 minutes? Neymar is ready to give his interview."

You mentally groaned, you were so close to being done and going back to the hotel to rot away, but you couldn't say no.

"Yes, no problem at all. I'll just wait here."

He gave you an appreciative look before telling you he would be right back.

You sat back down on the interview chair, reopening your notes, you hadn't prepared for questioning him as he wasn't assigned to you, and your other team members had already left since their interviews wrapped before yours.

You didn't know really anything about the players, only the gameplay itself so you chose to focus your questions surrounding that.

Soon 10 minutes turned to 15 and then 20, and now almost 30 minutes after he was promised to be here, he was still nowhere to be seen.

You grew annoyed waiting, the room was boring and gray, and you had run out of things to entertain yourself with as you waited. There were only so many times you could read through your notes. Deciding to go see what was taking so long yourself, you walked over to the door, intent on finding someone.

Before you could open the door for yourself, however, it swung open, hitting you square in the face.

You staggered back, holding your now bleeding nose.

"Ow ow, oh my god I'm bleeding."

You looked up trying to find the person responsible before your eyes settled on the same tan boy from before standing in front of you an unreadable expression on his face.

"You."

You shut your eyes, not believing your luck, "Me."

"You two know each other?" A new voice perked up, the assistant coach walking in.

His smile dropped however when he saw your state and Neymar still glaring at you, "What happened? Are you okay?"

You glared back at the boy you came to learn as Neymar, tearing eye contact before looking over to the coach, "I'm fine, do you know where the restroom is?"

He nodded, pointing out the way as you turned to follow his directions, "I'll be right back."

Once you got to the bathroom you analyzed the state of your nose, cringing as you saw the blood smeared around your face. It didn't hurt as bad anymore, but the blood wouldn't stop rushing out.

You grabbed a handful of tissues trying to stop the bleeding, fuming as you thought about Neymar. He hadn't even apologized. Or even done anything to help, just stood there like a stupid statue.

You had never disliked another person so fast in your life.

Had the fame gotten to his head?

That must be it you thought as you finally got the bleeding under control. He was just a spoiled brat who was used to people adhering to his every demand. Well, you weren't going to be one of them, you were going to make sure that he was treated the same way he treated others.

And so the rivalry began.

The interview went just as smoothly as you had expected, meaning it was a complete waste of time. He answered your questions without any snide remarks, although he kept his answers as short as possible.

You were sure he was only being civil towards you because the coaching team was sitting next to him, but even then he purposely found ways to avoid answering your questions, and diverted the subject to something else entirely.

You huffed sick of going around in circles, "So you think that Brazil has the best shot of winning this year?"

"I never said that."

"You said that you think Brazil is at the best it's been in a long time, and you believe you can

lead the team forward."

"Yes."

"So, how do you believe the team will do in terms of winning the World Cup?"

"Unsure."

You gripped your pen tighter in your hand, fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you had asked all the players in your section the same question and they gave you concrete answers, either about how they hoped to do well or believed in the team. However, Neymar was giving you short of nothing.

"Ok, how do you think you will perform this year?" You asked, switching the question slightly.

"Depends."

"On?"

"How well I play."

This time you couldn't stop the urge to roll your eyes as you angled your face to the side, hoping the coaches wouldn't see, however, Neymar had and he made sure of pointing it out.

"Is something wrong?" he asked a smug smile on his face.

You grit your teeth, annoyed that you had just wasted the last hour of your life and gained nothing valuable to include in your piece. "I think we'll go ahead and end the interview here."

He got up before you could even finish your sentence.

"Perfect, thanks everyone."

You watched him leave the room silently cursing him out in every language you knew, which to be fair, was only 2.

The coaches stood up after his exit, beginning to make their way out as well.

The head coach, Scolari, came over to talk to you.

"I hope you got everything you need."

"Yes. Thank you." You said trying your hardest to not seem intimidated. Coach Scolari was a man who radiated authority and looked extremely tough, so he was definitely not someone you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

He nodded before turning around and walking away with the other coaches.

You grabbed your stuff, exiting the compound to go back to your makeshift home. You hoped that this was a one-time thing and that you wouldn't have any more run in's with the Brazilian team till the World Cup.

You were wrong. So very wrong.

After reading through your team notes, your professor was more adamant than ever that the best story would come from evaluating the Brazilian National Team in their home environment. This meant that for the next two weeks while the team was preparing for the World Cup you and your team would be lingering on the sidelines observing.

Your project which had once just focused on the Brazilian team during the World Cup had switched towards a narrative based on emphasizing who the Brazilian team was at its core, how that was presented in their play, and ultimately how that would lead them to victory. The project was a full-on immersion into the work lives of the entire football staff at Granja Comary.

You felt way in over your head. Essentially now instead of one piece, your professor was requesting a collection of pieces that would be shared in a portfolio, one due before the start of the World Cup, and one at the end.

You knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you had already traveled all the way to Brazil from the United States to be a part of this team, but you couldn't help but wish that you knew the circumstances before coming.

"So does everyone understand the new objective?" You all nodded, listening as your professor explained the change in the assignment.

"Ok good, and remember, we are trying to introduce football to America. We want to write in a way that's persuading, honest, and informative. I'll see you all bright and early Monday morning, we'll meet at the hotel entrance and go as a group." He dismissed your team as you all left the conference room, heading back to your hotel rooms.

Isa, one of the other members of your team walked alongside you, "I can't believe we get to work with the Brazil team. I'm so excited!"

You nodded your head, "Yah they're such a joy to work with."

She frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, "Did something happen?"

"Just some player being rude."

She sighed sympathetically, "Ugh, sorry that's the worst. Don't worry you can probably pass him off to someone else."

You smiled at her words, she made him sound like a dirty rag that could be easily discarded,

which for some reason lightened your mood.

"Yeah probably."

She spoke again changing the topic, "So what are you doing tonight? First Friday in Brazil!"

You shrugged, to be honest you weren't that good friends with anyone on your team, and hadn't really planned on coming to Brazil to have fun.

"Oh c'mon you have to go out. We're only here for two months don't waste your time. The team and I are going out tonight, Miles found some club that he swears is life-changing, you should come with."

"Ok fine, but I can't promise I won't fall asleep, I'm still super jet lagged."

She smiled clapping her hands excitedly, "No problem. Now go get ready we leave in an hour."

The club which ended up being much more extravagant than you had expected was extremely packed with bodies everywhere, and Portuguese dance music blaring through the speakers. There was DJ situated at the front of the room, about 10 feet higher than the rest of the crowd which was dancing along to the music. Lights hung from every corner of the ceiling, wrapping around the bar, switching colors rapidly.

You grasped onto Isa's hand tighter,

"Where are we going?" You complained as she pulled you along with her, maneuvering through the crowd.

"Miles said they're at the bar." She shouted back letting go of your hand as you reached the bar.

The original plan had been to leave as a group from the hotel, but after Isa had seen your outfit, which had consisted of ripped jeans and a cute tie top, she had taken it upon herself to dress you, complaining that American bar attire would not cut it here. This resulted in you both leaving after the boys and having to meet them there.

"Hi guys! Ooh, what are you drinking?" Isa asked as we walked over to them.

Josh who was the final member of your journalism team responded, "Signature cocktails. Shit's crazy they lit it on fire before you got here."

Isa nodded, "Look's yummy. What are you getting?" she asked turning to look at you.

"Hmmm maybe a vodka cranberry?"

She groaned again, "Y/N this not America, c'mon get something new."

You laughed, "Ok, ok, maybe I'll get the Brazilian Dream?" You spoke reading over the several

different drink names listed on the counter.

She cheered beside you, "Fuck yes. Brazilian Dream love it."

After you ordered the group of you decided to head back into the crowd and attempt to dance.

Keyword being attempt. You soon found out that neither Miles nor Josh had any rhythm as they jutted their hips awkwardly to the music looking like they were always one step behind the beat.

You and Isa couldn't help but giggle over them, they couldn't dance for the life of them but seemed to be enjoying themselves nonetheless.

Josh held up his drink, the liquid dangerously close to spilling out, "To Brazil!" he screamed over the music.

You all laughed, raising your glasses to clink with his, the liquid from your drink now spilling over all your dancing bodies,

"To Brazil!"

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It was truly depressing for you to hear that your boyfriend won't be participating in two of his games because of his ankle injury. Right now, his team physiotherapist is checking on him for any improvement and you waited outside for them.

He finally got out with a crane under one arm to support him 'He was okay, but like I informed you before he won't be able to play until his two next games.' You nodded, hand reaching out for him to hold which he hesitantly did.

The two of you walk to the entrance into his car 'Here let me--' He accidentally pushed your hands away and sough 'I got it.' You shake your head at his usual demeanor and get to the other side and started the engine as it began rumbling.

The ride was quiet, awfully quiet. The only sound heard was the faint radio background 'What happened with your treatment?' You started, hands digging into the steel. For a moment, he was silent '...It was fine..' You hum

Once you reach your home, you jog to the other side to get to him but he's already on his way out 'Y/n stop it, I can do it fine without you.' He exclaims already getting angry 'I just wanted to help...' You murmur, hands trying to hold down to his but he withdrew his hands 'For goodness sake--' Just then he was about to fall but you catch him in time 'Be careful Ney.' You pleaded, eyes hazy and get into the house, leaving him.

He was devastated, at you, at himself and his condition. He went inside seconds later to see you sitting on the couch, head down and your hands gripping your hair 'Oh c'mon, it's not like you are the one with the injury' He remarked with a scoff, you turn your head over to him 'What is it? What's your problem?' You bite back getting up from the couch to leave to your room 'You know I'm actually tired of you trying to rub off shit on me, you know I won't getting better anytime soon? Stop pretending when you know damn well I won't be functioning for a while.' He stated, a vein appearing on the corner of his temple 'I'm certain you are on period because you are so fucking sensitive over something small! I'm fucking tired of your shit, you never know how to to fucking appreciate me when all I'm doing is to make you feel okay, I fucking brought you to your ankle injury appointments! The one who fucking cleaned up for you, cooked for you, bathe you but all you've done is being nothing but an asshole! Can I not be sad for my boyfriend? Can't I feel sorry for him when I know damn well how he's been working his ass hard to get here?!' You yelled at him, eyes burning with warm tears

'I won't leave you because I knew deep down you still need me, even though it'll probably take you a hundred years to admit that but the second you are finally able to accept the fact that you've been nothing but shitty to me these days then you know I won't be anywhere but the room.' You finished up and tread upstairs hurriedly. He hoists a heavy sigh trying his best to sit down feeling numb over his calves.

But instead, he tripped clashing onto the table, his hands accidentally engage with the glass ashtray on the table smashing it everywhere. His elbow is a bleeding a bit and forms a bruise but it wasn't severe. You on the hand, the next wink you heard the sound you rush downstairs seeing Ney in a such terrible state

His face scrunched in both pain and anger, he was trying to stand but to no avail, you stood there waiting, and waiting 'Can you... Please help me..?' He finally asked, head-turning over you with a small lazy smile, you dash to pick him up 'Sit here, I'm gonna go get the aid kit.'

You placed the antiseptic over his elbow, the cotton press again into his wound which make him violently hiss 'That hurts like a bitch!' He cursed, and you soothe him down by subconsciously stroking his knuckles 'There!

You wanted to leave again but he held you back 'I just wanna say that I'm sorry, deeply am. I get it, I've been nothing but shitty to you and I apologize because of that. I don't wanna repeat the same mistake. I'll support you equally just like you did right now, taking care of me and stuff. I am so lucky to have you in my life. I swear, I will try my best to stay positive during my hiatus hoping I could go back and play with my teammates.' He whispered, wavering a sense inside of you making you badly want to cry.

You sat beside him and once again place your hand on top of his. 'I will be here for you alright? We are in this, together and forever.'

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#3. HOMESICK | Neymar Jr

SUMMARY: You're moving to Paris to live with Neymar, but soon start to miss your old home.

Still half asleep, you stretched out your hand to the other side of the bed, only to realise your boyfriend wasn’t there. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the mess he left behind - his shirts, shorts, socks. Some of his belongings where thrown on your shared bed, others didn’t even make it there and were simply left on the floor. "Fucking pig", you groaned and covered your face with the blanket, taking a last deep breath before finally dragging yourself out of the bed. You were about to put on your morning gown when you heard your two dogs scratch the door, begging for you to open it. "Good morning babies", you squeaked, caressing their petite bodies, "Are you hungry?" You entered the kitchen, filling their bowls and switching on the coffee machine when you noticed a small note on the kitchen counter. Tried your dads recipe, I hope you like them :) te amo minha gata. Smiling to yourself, you removed the note. He really tried to make your dads 'magical sandwiches', like he called them. Your dad apparently put some special ingredients in them, something he has told no one about - except Neymar. Neymar knew you would miss your family and your family’s traditions, just like those special sandwiches every sunday, so he did everything he could to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

Enjoying your sandwich, that unexpectedly was as good as your fathers, you again started to feel weird being alone in such a huge apartment. The only noise was your dogs running around.

Needless to say, you loved living with Neymar. After being in a long distance relationship for over a year, you were now lucky enough to finally have him around you every day, but you had to admit you felt a little lonely in Paris. He was always busy with training and meetings, while you stayed at home, cleaning and cooking, taking a walk with the dogs, waiting for him to finally come home. You barely knew anyone there. Neymar has of course introduced you to his friends and his teammates girlfriends and wives, but you weren’t close enough to call them over and hang out. Nevertheless, you kept telling yourself that it’s been just the first three weeks, it would get better.

You were about to go out with the dogs, when you got an incoming FaceTime call from your sister - or at least you thought it was your sister. Answering the call, you saw your two nephews widely smiling at the screen. They kept on telling you how much they missed you and asked when you'd finally visit them again. Oh God, if they only knew how much you missed them. The call ended, and so did your good mood that you had while talking to them. Finally, you broke out in tears as you looked around the house and realised all this simply wasn’t yours, it wasn’t your home yet. You quickly walked up the stairs to your bedroom and hid yourself under the blanket, putting on some random Netflix series and scrolling through your phones gallery until you dozed off.

When you woke up from your nap, you could hear Neymar talking on his phone downstairs. You rubbed your eyes, trying to act as normal as possible. Neymar put so much effort into your well-being, you didn’t want to let him know how you actually felt sometimes. "Alright, talk to you later. Bye", Neymar hung up when he saw you entering the living room. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from behind, "Hey babe. How was your day?" He turned around to give you a quick kiss when he saw your red puffy eyes. "What’s wrong? What happened?" You looked at him confused and tilted your head to the side. "You’ve been crying. Did anything happen? Are you okay?" Slowly shaking your head, you put on a fake smile. "I'm good babe, really", you pulled him closer, leaning your head against his chest, "Thank you for the sandwiches." Neymar proudly smiled and softly ran through your hair, "Did you like them?" He placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead before pulling away from you. You nodded in response. Neymar still didn’t believe you were fine, but he decided he would wait until you felt like talking about it. "What did you do today?", he asked, dragging you onto the sofa he just dropped himself on. "Uhm, nothing much actually. My nephews called me over FaceTime", you grinned remembering how happy they got the moment they saw your face. "You miss them, hm?", he wiped away the tear that you didn’t even realised was rolling down your cheek. Now that you were thinking about it again, you couldn’t stop yourself from quietly crying. Neymar pulled you onto his lap and started stroking your back, you hid your face in his neck. "Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you meu anjo", he whispered.

"No Neymar, you’re perfect. You’ve done enough for me already", you sobbed and lifted your head up. The two of you remained silent for a bit. "You know what?", he spoke up, you hummed in response, "I'll take a few days off. And you decide what we’re doing, okay? Whether it’s visiting your family, them coming over here, uh… hanging out with my mates, going somewhere else, spending time alone. Whatever you want meu amor. Just tell me."

That was one of the reasons you loved him so much - he never failed to show how much he cared. No matter what was going on, Neymar was the only one that could put a smile on your face again.

"You really don’t have to do that Ney. I know how important training is for you right now", you said. "Nothing's more important than you, Y/N. Look at what you’ve done for me, leaving your family and friends, literally leaving everything behind. That’s the least I can do." Your lips formed a huge smile before you crashed them onto his. "I love you. Thank you."

"I love you Y/N, so much."

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