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segredosjogados · 1 year

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From time

Story: You (y/n) and Richarlison are starting a thing but a message may tear this beginning down. // I didn’t intend to make a part 2 but it got too long. // it involves Drake and Pierre Gasly because 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

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Ps: I wrote this directly on the Tumblr app!! Not revised at all. English is not my first language. Feedback is appreciated.

🫶🏾✨🫀 welcome to my wicked mind ✳️✏️📯

You were taking a nap with Richarlison when his phone beeped a message. Then two messages. You’re a light sleeper so it bothered you. You reached out to the phone and saw two messages by someone named Juliana. You smoothly placed the phone in front of his face to get his ID and the phone unlocked.

You opened the messages and there she was: a semi nude picture and the “what time you’re arriving tonight?” text. You gulped and felt tears dwell on your eyes but took a deep breath. Richarlison was sleeping heavily because it was a quick nap time after he came back from training.

You got up from the sofa and made your way to the bedroom on the first floor. The tears involuntary started streaming down your face. “I can’t believe he’s still talking to that bitch” you mouthed to yourself while packing your things the way you could and as quick as possible. By the time Richarlison woke up, you were gone.

You managed to book a hotel room for the night before taking the train from London to Paris. It’d be impossible to book a flight and everything was just wrong: you managed to find two days off from work to go to London to spend some quality time with your boyfriend. Ok, you weren’t official, like real official. But everyone knew about you, you had met his friends and even was known by other Tottenham WAGs*.

The thing was you worked with Formula 1 and tried to find peace spaces within the hectic schedule to be with Richarlison, but clearly he didn’t think of you dearly because that message? The semi nude from another chick? All the time he reassured that he was only with you. Come on.

You tried to rationalize the feelings but listening to the saddest love songs back to Paris wasn’t helping. You messaged your friend Pierre Gasly asking if he were in Paris and he said yes immediately. You explained that your “thing” broke your heart, which made Pierre very mad because he knew how hard you fell for Richarlison.

When you arrived at the hotel in Paris, all you could do was crying your heart out while hugging a pillow, letting out all your insecurities on those tears, letting your mind wonder what was wrong.

“I hate my body, I hate my hair, why I’m not perfect like them?” You whined while sobbing. This moment, a message beeped on your phone. It was Pierre.

- Vamo pra revoada* (Let’s party hard) - he wrote. You laughed. Pierre’s journey with learning Portuguese started exactly with carioca funk and it was a funny one to watch. He called you.

“Ay, you good? So, there’s this party tonight and I’m taking you with me. Go beautiful like always” he said. He didn’t even notice your crying voice. But you managed to confirm that you were going.

Time to recover.

You stood up and opened your suitcase. The music on your airpods was cut again by a call. It was Richarlison. You didn’t answer. Only hours later he realized you were gone? Come the fuck on.

Phone on airplane mode and Drake on the speakers now, you started to get ready. You put on a beautiful brown constructed corset that hugged your boobs tightly with your favorite low rise Levi’s jeans and heels with straps around the jeans. You nailed the make up, with a clean girl aesthetics face but with a lot of bronzer, ombré lips and Dior lipgloss. Everything was on point. You looked at yourself in the mirror realizing that it was difficult to hide de eye bags of crying and tiredness. You decided to snap a lot of selfies and a video lip syncing to Jimmy Cooks by Drake. It was a full photoshoot by yourself. The you posted the video of you lip syncing on Tiktok and a carousel of pictures + the video on Instagram with the caption “Honestly, nevermind”.

A few minutes later, Pierre arrived at the hotel. You didn’t realize the many messages Richarlison had sent you. They were spamming your messages app. A lot of missed Whatsapp calls.

“I couldn’t give a shit” you told yourself knowing very well you cared so much about him that it’d take 5 seconds of his voice to go back to him, no matter the excuse he gave you. But you weren’t just ready to be replaced by the woman he swore he was not talking to anymore. The message she had sent came to your mind and then you remembered you were better than this.

You left your room and met Pierre on the hall. He said nothing when he saw you, stunned by your beauty. You two left for the party.

——-

Back in London, when Richarlison woke up, he thought you were in the kitchen preparing some food, like you always did when you were there.

You weren’t in the kitchen. Nor in the bedroom. You were nowhere to be found and your suitcase and all your things weren’t there either.

He ran downstairs to grab his phone and call you. When he unlocked it, the screen was opened exactly on the message he received from Juliana. The semi nude, the text. He gulped. “Y/N saw it for fucking sure”. He didn’t know whether to ask Juliana what the fuck was going on or to call you and know where you were. He did neither. He called his cousin.

“Bro I’m so sure she saw it, like what the fuck” he said on the phone, rubbing his hand back and forth on his scalp.

“Are you sure she saw it? Like, Y/N was supposed to travel back to Paris today cause she’s gotta go back to…” his cousin answered.

“Nah she saw it. The screen was on the message. How did she unlock my phone? She doesn’t have the code tho” Richarlison started to think properly.

“I don’t know, but bro let it go. You weren’t official anyways” his cousin stated. Richarlison scoffed, pretending to not care.

“Yeah, I’ll call you later” then hung up. He laid on his back on the sofa and messaged Juliana. “We need to talk”.

In a matter of minutes, she was in his house. He was wearing his Nike set of sweatpants and hoodie, hands on his pockets and walking around nervously.

“I knew you were longing for me” she said, approaching him and putting her hands on the back of his neck.

“You cannot text me things like that” he coldly stated. She took a step back, confused. “I’ve…” he paused, going around the kitchen counter to be as far from her as possible. “It’s not right, ok? Not for you, not for me. Just let’s move on separately, ok?”

“Why’s that all of sudden? Cause last week you were on my DMs asking if I were in London…” she told with her finger pointed to his face.

“I’ve met someone. I met her two months ago and we’re getting serious. Look, I know it’s my-“ he was saying but was interrupted.

“You texted me last week” she scoffed.

“I’m sorry, Juliana but-“

“Fuck you, for real” she said and left.

Richarlison took a deep breath and opened a bottle of wine. Who cared if the season was about to start and he had to be in great shape? He wanted to forget everything. Then it was time to call you.

He sent a message first. “Where are you? I’m worried.” You didn’t answer. Phone out of reach. He tried whatsapp calls. Nothing came from you. He knew you saw the picture and the message and as far as he knew you, it would be a big deal.

You weren’t like the other girls that came around. They were about sex, instagram stories, shallow dialogues, controlling him to dismiss the others. You came around and showed him places in London he didn’t know. The Italian restaurant of your first date was one of those. You cooked for him too, played FIFA with him even though you were terrible at it, sang pagode, taught him English through pop music, never made him do things “because you’re rich now”, had the same sense of humor, let him be him, cuddled him, listened to him, understood him… all of that in such a short time.

Where were you?

Hours later, his cousin sent him a message.

“Ay that ain’t your lil girl?” And he sent an instagram link of your post.

He saw the pictures one by one then the video. You were sexy, confident, beautiful. The lips of yours he missed on his. Your curvy body and juicy boobs under those clothes. The sassy attitude he loved on the low. One thing he noticed was the unusual amount of likes. Almost 300,000. And a comment by Drake himself.

———

“Drake commented on my fucking post!” You screamed to Pierre. You sent a screenshot to your friend Hannah, who was in Amsterdam, and she video called you right away.

“GIRL!” She screamed on the other side. You were trembling and giggling, your hands sweating and a face in disbelief

Comment: @/champagnepapi: major 🔥👨🏽‍🦯

You couldn’t believe it. Drake noticed you. Suddenly your heartbreak seemed so insignificant. You were that bitch.

Lies.

When you got back to the hotel, you took it all off and started crying again. On your phone, multiple calls from Richarlison laid on your screen. Rubbing your eyes, you felt your phone buzzing again. It was him. You answered it.

“What do you want?” You said, with a raspy voice.

All you heard was Richarlison’s breath on the other side of the phone. And you heard a knock on your hotel door.

To be continued.

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winqzr · 1 year

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#brasil #futebol #icons futebol #football #icons boys #icons without psd #random icons #messy icons #corinthians #packs corinthians #fluminense #america #richarlison #neymar #selecaobrasileira #brasil hexa #copa do mundo #icons richarlison #pombo

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jusalle · 1 year

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Richarlison Imagine💛

" Nice to see you again "

Yall needa give me some more suggestions!

You and Richarlison were very busy people.

You played for Barcelona women's team. You always loved to play football since you were a kid, always had a dream to play for the top teams. Now that you did play for one of the top teams in clubs, which meant you had to travel alot for your matches.

Now for your boyfriend, the one and only Richarlison De Andrade. He played for Brazil, which also meant he traveled alot and was busy in general.

Right now you had just played a match against Manchester City, you guys had won although it was a tough match especially they were good but the score ended in

3-0

You and your team went into the lockerooms and went to change. After you packed all your things and headed out of the stadium, you went to your car and started it up and decided to go back to the apartment you were just staying at temporarily because you had to travel for the match and needed somewhere to stay until next match.

Now you made it into your apartment and put all of your things down and went on to your bed and pulled out your phone. Then your phone started ringing, you awnserd.

"Congratulations Bébe, you did so good on your game!. I'm sorry I can't go to any of your games often." Richarlison said

You knew Richarlison couldn't make to most of your games because it's either, he has a game,practice or just busy with football. You missed him and he missed you to.

It's been 6 months you guys have been apart

Although little did he know, that I was going to suprise him at his match tomorrow against Serbia.

"Thank you, Meu Amor and don't worry, I understand your busy Bébe"

You guys spend a few hours on the phone talking about football and random things that been happening.

Then you noticed it was getting late so you said your goodbyes to Richarlison and went to bed.

••••

You woke up to your alarm beeping loudly, you shut it off and looked at the time.

5:13

The time was perfect because Richarlison match starts at 7.

So you got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took a shower then got dressed and ate and cleaned around the apartment a little.

By now it was 6:25

You decided it was a good time to leave since the time you get there, it will probably be close to 7.

You got all of your essentials and headed outside to your car and got in and started driving, can't stop thinking about seeing your boyfriend after 6 whole months without seeing eachother.

As you got towards the stadium. You got out your car and began walking into the stadium and going in and find your seat.

The time you found your seat, it was 6:55. So only 5 minutes before the game starts.

The saw Serbia and Brazil practicing on the field before the match started.

You hoped that everything goes smoothly.

You tried not to worry much as the match starts.

You recognized Neymar,Paquetá,Silva and many more.

You looked for Richarlison.

Finally you saw the bright white hair and the number 9.

You seeing him after so long, made you feel so happy because you missed him.

The game was very interesting. Neymar was practically getting attacked by every member in Serbia.

Then it was half time

You could tell Richarlison was getting stressed because it was still tied and they needed to atleast score somthing.

Half time ended

Then they procced to play

Finally at the 63rd minute Richarlison made an amazing goal and I was so proud of him. You just wanted to go down there to congratulate him but you knew you had to wait to the end of the match.

As Richarlison made the goal he did a celebration that made your heart melt.

Richarlison made a heart with his hands then pointed at the camera.

You laughed at the act because he knew you watched his games on the TV and he thinks your watching it on TV right now but in reality your at the stadium. Watching him

A few minutes past

Then at the 73rd minute

Richarlison made the most beautiful goal. You've ever seen

It was his infamous Bicycle Kick. He always loved to show you this trick when he practiced with you.

The rest of the game plays and it still stays at 2-0. Brazil ends up winning and Richarlison is loving it, since he made the 2 goals.

As time passes you saw him leave the field and go into the lockerooms. That was your sign to wait outside of the stadium for him.

So you jogged quickly outside and wait there.

You finally saw that white bright hair and you smile instantly.

He didn't see you because he was to distracted by his phone.

As he gets closer,closer and closer, he's still distracted by his phone. You decide to mess with him.

"May I get your autograph Richarlison, I'm a huge fan" you said in a high pitch voice so he wouldn't know it was you.

He still had his head down looking at his phone.

"Yeah of cour-" finally he lifted his head

You laugh at him because his face was so priceless.

He couldn't belive you were here, in front of his eyes.

"Hola Meu Amor" you said with the biggest grin.

He didn't even say anything, he just instantly hugged you.

"Were you here the whole time I was playing Y/n?" he said quietly still try to comprehend what's happening

"Yes Bébe I watched the whole game, congrats on the 2 points and that last kick was a beautiful goal Meu Amor"

"It's so nice to see you again Y/n"

He kissed you instantly. You missed his hugs and kisses and his gentle touch.

The kiss was so sweet then it turned passionate.

My breathing was getting heavier from how intense the kiss was.

I gasp as his thumb aligned with my jaw and tiled my head back to deepen the kiss

I need him so bad

We break apart from the kiss, breathing heavily

"Meu Amor" I said almost desperately

His beautiful light brown eyes went to my lips for a good second then found my gaze.

His eyes softend ever so softly

"I need you y/n so bad" He whispered in my ear

"Please"

I wanted to say something but I was so suprised how desperate he sounded for me. It made my knees weak and my mouth dry. Unable to speak

Although I knew he knew that I wanted him so desperately by the way my body went so weak for him.

Then the next thing I knew was that his soft lips met mine.

HELLO! My lovelies Ik brazil lost today and is eliminated sadly 😞 but I'm still very proud of them. I know this imagine is kinda long but I hope you guys like it.

#world cup #brazil #richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison x reader #richarlison one shot #richarlison imagine

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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saved me | r. de andrade

richarlison x fem!reader

a/n: i just had this dream and OH MY GOD i need me a richarlison in my life ☹️ sry if this is badly written, i'm literally writing this dream from memory (with a few bullet points i'd written as soon as i woke up). also let's pretend richy can speak impeccable english. happy birthday richy! enjoy lads! ⭐️

synopsis: in which your guy best friend is an idiot and won't leave you alone, but richy has a boyfriend instinct

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of course it had to conveniently rain the day you tell richarlison he didn't need to pick you up from school. and of course, you didn't think to pack your umbrella with you. you fish out your phone, about to text richy, but then remembered he's out with antony and emerson.

"y/n?" a voice called from behind you. you turned, and it was your classmate, danny.

"hey danny." you smiled.

"boyfriend's not picking you up today?" danny almost scoffed.

"i told him not to today so he could hang out with his friends. i've been hogging my time with him nowadays, so..." you shrugged.

danny nodded. "no, i get it. hey, you can wait for the rain to die down at my place. can't have you waiting for an uber here, it's not safe." you didn't want to trouble danny, but he insisted. so you found yourself in danny's passenger seat, driving back to his house.

you never knew danny enough to trust him. and it doesn't matter how many sos messages you'd sent to richy, he's probably off his phone. and will be for a while. you curse yourself for being so stubborn. he was willing enough to drop his friends for you, but you insisted he go and meet up with them.

danny pulled up into the driveway of his house. he got out of the car, unlocking the front door and allowing you to come in and take a seat. "make yourself comfortable. is there anyone i can call?"

"no," you tensed up. "i can make some calls myself, danny. thanks."

"okay." he scoffed, and as soon as he walks away, you let your anxious tears fall. you didn't know danny that well, and he almost forced you to get in his car. you'd do anything to have richy with you right here, right now.

you heard the doorbell ring, hoping it's somebody who thought something was wrong and tracked your location; hoping that somebody is richy. danny came brisk-walking out of the kitchen, going to answer the door. "i think that's my parents. hol' on."

as soon as danny answered the door, his expression changed and he disappeared behind the door. you were grateful danny left the door ajar, so you slowly creeped over towards it, peeking out of the crack danny had left.

it in fact was danny's parents, but there was another silhouette facing away from the couple. the platinum hair and bald back gave it away; it was richy. and danny was talking to him.

you slowly walked out of the house and past danny's parents, flashing them a quick smile. you moved towards richy, finding your spot next to him. as soon as he noticed you, he offered you his right arm. without hesitation, you took it, finally feeling his warmth. "are you having a fever?" you quietly questioned him.

"no," he replied, flashing a blank stare at you. you knew what it was; he was trying to control his emotions. danny was feeding him every single lie he could think of, but richy didn't buy a single word at all. "thank you. for bringing her here."

"yeah, no problem, man," danny shrugged. "did you, like, text him or something?"

you shook your head and were about to answer his question, but richy butted in at the right time. "no, i've got her location. realised it was raining, left my friends at the bar and came here straight away."

danny nodded; his turn not to buy a single word richy was offering him. "you okay?" richy asked, bending forward a little bit so he could see your face.

"yeah," you smile. "just cold."

"okay. so i guess i'll be getting out of your hair now. thanks again, for..." richy drifted off, trying to find the right words. "taking care of her."

"yeah, dude, anytime." danny nodded, richy about to direct you back to his mclaren.

"my backpack," you pull on richy's arm. "i'll go grab it—"

"no. i'll do it." richy said.

"it's on the couch." you told him as danny led him into the house. you waited for him by his car and he was in and out.

"let's go babe." richy wanted to ask the very question that'd been ringing in his head ever since finding out you weren't in school or back home. but he waited. he waited until he drove out of asshole danny's driveway and far away from his neighborhood before he could ask.

you had been sniffling since he reunited with you at danny's house, so he ran his hands through his pockets while he was driving, finding scraps of tissue, hoping you'd take it to dry your tears. "have these. are you okay?"

"i'll be fine. you saved me," you said, looking at his hands. "where are these from? they're all crumpled and shit, i don't want it."

"they're clean, babe," he said, dropping them on your thighs anyway. "look, i'm sorry. i should've known something like this was gonna happen. don't ever tell me to go along with my plans and not pick you up. you're never getting in that asshole's car again. you hear me?"

"yeah..." you mumbled.

"do you hear me, babe?" richy raised his voice a tad higher, hoping he'd make himself clear.

"yeah, rich. i won't ever get in asshole danny's car ever again. i hear you." you enunciated every word. you really meant it.

"i love you. i mean it. i'm never ditching you for my shit friends, ever."

"they're not shit—"

"they are shit if i say they're shit."

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peaky-shelby · 1 year

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Define me | Neymar x Oc [1&2]

Summary: Famous Singer and Actress, Gabriella Hamill, travels to Qatar after being invited on live television by her favorite player, Lionel Messi. Despite the invitation, Ella tries to avoid the cameras and hide in plain side, wanting to enjoy the games without the chaos that comes with being in Public places and it all seems to be going well until she meets Neymar Jr. in this bad boy meets good girl story, the definition of good and bad is lost between the lines and redefined by the past and future.

Writer's note: originally posted in Wattpad, for quicker updates you can follow me there. Let's see how much you guys wanna read 👀

GABRIELLA’S APARTMENT – BOSTON

“Are you sure you packed everything?”

Gabriella zipped her suitcase closed and let out a big sigh, letting her body fall on It. “No but it doesn’t fit anything else anyway.”

Maggie was standing by the door, her eyes stuck on her employer and friend of course. She didn’t say anything, she just stood, hands crossed on her chest and biting her lip.

Ella glanced at her, frowning her eyebrows. “thought we were over it Maggie.”

“Can’t say we are.”

“I’m going.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“There’s a lot of controversy around this Mundial.”

“Not this again.” Gabriella got up, lifting her suitcase with one hand “I’ve been invited by the Goat himself.” She smiled and the repeated “I’m going.”

NEYMAR’S HOTEL ROOM – QATAR

He reached his hand over to the nightstand and slapped the alarm on the floor, breaking and shutting it off. He groaned a little, hid his face on the pillow, groaned a little more and eventually sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. Just a few seconds later, there were repeated knocks on his door by his captain that passed every morning though everyone’s bedrooms, yelling for them to get their asses of the bed.

Cold water woke him up. It sharpened through his skin, his face and his eyes and it got him ready for training. A quick breakfast, a quick run by himself outside the hotel where he met his buddies from different teams and then straight to their training area. More running, kicking balls, drippling, laughing, falling, sometimes fighting with the opposite teams that were training at the same time and then a break on the bench.

He was drinking one of his energy drinks, watching his teammates still going round and round with each other. Silva was kicking Richarlison’s ass again about something and Neymar smiled at himself, having being in that position many times in the past. Raphinha came and sat next to him. Patting him on the shoulder.

“Ja disistiu, amigo?” [Already gave up, buddy?]

Neymar laughed at his comment and shook his head “Nao. Estou a chegar.”

“Falta apenas uma hora”

He nodded and went in the field again with Raphinha. Just one hour left for the scheduled training, good news was he could finally take an actual break after 9 hours of running around non stop. Bad news was that he never felt his training was enough, he always wanted more. Today it felt even worse, his mind wasn’t all there, he was distracted and tired like a someone had put a spell on him to be this way and when training was over and all his teammates went to their rooms he felt… lonely.

QATAR UNIVERSITY HOSTEL – ARGENTINA’S BASE

Gabriella walked in her mouth hanging open behind her mask while Maggie was talking with the security to check their invitations. When she was done, they walked deeper into the building, enjoying the beauty and how expensive everything looked.

A man run up to them from the other side of the hallway smiling.

“Ola! Ms. Hamill, welcome!” he reached out his hand smiling. “I’m Leo’s assistant. He left a few minutes ago for his training.” He said in his broken english.

“Bad timing. Its ok.”

“No no. He has told me to help you find your way to the pitch.”

“That won’t be possible!” jumped in Maggie. Stepping forward. “Ms. Hamill doesn’t want to risk been seen.”

“I understand. We have a private car that will drive us there and she can stay with her mask on until we reach the training area.”

“That could work.” Said Ella under her mask, giving maggie a look. Maggie thought about it but pretty much knew she wouldn’t be able to stop her.

The truth was Gabriella was excited. She hadn’t been this excited about something since the first time she met Meryl Stripp at the oscars. She hated being surrounded by many people unless she was drunk or unless it was the right people. Through the whole drive she’d look from the window at the views, spotting flags from different times and listening to the foreign language on the radio. Suddenly this great feeling crept on to her that she was a nobody here. She had managed to escape from the chaos of the states where everyone was chasing for a picture and screaming for a comment. No one knew where she was, she was under the radar, hiding in plain sight. Most of all she had the opportunity to do something she loved, watch football, meet heroes she had grown up with and admired with her father.

She smiled at the thought, little her sitting on the couch next to her dad who was yelling at the tv for Messi to score as if he would listen to him through the screen. She laughed, “silencio!” her mother would yell because she had just put her little brother to sleep and when her dad would yell again she’d throw him one of her flip flops to shut him up.

Her smile faded suddenly. It was weird, how one second thinking about them made her happy and the other it made her feel lonely.

They reached the pitch a few minutes later, Gabriella came out wearing her sunglasses, her hoodie and her mask. If it wasn’t for leo’s assistant, security would proably think she was part of a gang or something. She could hear the balls getting kicked, their feet running, it sent chills to her skin. She reached for Maggie holding her arm tightly. Maggie glanced, scoffing but didn’t say anything. They walked in slowly through the large hallways and then sunlight blinded her and she saw them all around the field, running back and forth. Tackling each other, playing with each other until her eyes fell on her childhood hero. Messi.

He waved when he saw her and gave her a smile. Gabriella felt safe enough to take off her disguises now and pulled down her hoodie, her wavy long hair falling like a curtain on either side of her face. She pulled off her mask as well and only kept her sunglasses, letting her hazel eyes covered for a little longer. Messi signaled for her to wait a moment for him to finish and she sat on the bench with Maggie taking in the beauty of the large stadium.

“For the record I still think this is a bad idea.”

“bloody hell can you stop whining for a second?” she asked, nudging her shoulder.

“Are you happy?”

“Haven’t been this happy in a while.” She admitted, smiling. Maggie smiled back. Truth is Gabriella would be nothing without her. She was her best friend and her protector and she knew how much she cared. She had seen her at her worst and she had stayed.

“Listen. Just cause I don’t enjoy watching men sweating as much as you do, I’ll go walk around the block. You stay here and call me if you need anything.”

“Yes mum.”

“I’m serious!”

“Go!”

Maggie rarely did anything for herself ever since she had started taking care of Ella. So whenever Ella had the opportunity to encourage her to take time off she’d take it.

A little after Maggie was gone, the legendary Messi called for her down on the field. She sprinted down the stairs quickly. Messi kicked the ball to her, smiling and she caught it with the side of her foot, laughing.

“Estas Bien?” he asked nearing her.

“Si! Gracias por la invitacion!”

“Sin problemas. Quieres jugar?” he smiled, looking at the ball.

She still remembered the basic words in spanish. She’d speak it often with her mother when she was a kid and speaking it again now, even though hers was more than broken, it made her emotional. So.. did she want to play?

“Si!”

“Espero que juenues mejor de lo que hablas espanol!”

“Hey I understood that!” she complained and kicked the ball back at him. He caught the ball with his foot without even looking when it was close enough.

“No english!” he said “you need training.”

“Why don’t you train in english instead?”

Messi laughed “you win. I speak Ingles with you. You lose you speak espanol.”

She shrugged, knowing exactly what she was getting herself into.

She wondered why she was even trying to steal the ball from him. Everytime she’d end with her back on the ground, groaning and the few times she managed to kick the ball it was while she was falling and messi was distracted trying to keep her up so she wouldn’t fall on her face.

After her 20th fall, she stayed on the ground, laying down and breathing loudly. Messi looked at her, almost like he was enjoying it. A wide smile on his face.

“You win!” she said, begging with her eyes to let her off the hook. Messi put his hand behind his ear, like he was expecting something else. Gabriella shut her eyes, took a deep breath and repeated what she said this time in spanish “Tu ganas!” she mumbled. Messi clapped for himself and sat besides her, patting her knee.

“It was good try.”

Gabriella smiled “Garcias!”

“You spanish… no that bad.”

Ella laughed and lifted her body, balancing it on her elbows “Yo no lo hablo. Um… mucho tiempo.” She nodded towards him “Tu ingles… no tan malo?” she wasn’t very sure if she had said it correctly but messi didn’t try to correct her.

“I try. It is hard.”

“Easier than you think.”

“LEO!” It was a man’s voice behind her calling. She pulled her sunglasses down to her eyes again. Messi got up to greet whoever it was, suddenly he was speaking spanish quicker making it harder for her to understand anything that he was saying. She got up, rubbing the dirt off her knees. She thought she heard messi saying her first name and she turned around, automatically raising her hand as well to greet the new guy.

“Nice to-“ her words trailed off. She knew him. She had seen him play, she had even read articles about him and his horrible behavior. She tried not to show it and finished her sentence quickly “nice to meet you.”

Neymar held her hand only for a few seconds before letting it go and turning his attention to Messi. Like she wasn’t even there. He hadn’t recognized her, not even a little. She felt relief, she felt happiness. Yes, he was rude to ignore her existence the way that he was doing but she was more happy than not.

Suddenly The vibration of her phone on her pocket rang and she picked it up quickly.

“Si?” She stopped herself “I mean yes?”

“Listen I found a great place with food.” Maggie went on to tell her about all the dishes they had and what she would prefer for lunch. After Gabriella made her order they agreed to meet each other at the airBnB they had rented. Ella would go with her driver and Maggie with a Taxi.

“Messi!”

He stopped talking with Neymar and turned to face her, smiling.

“I need to go! Garcias por hoy!” she leaned in, kissing him on the cheek “I’ll see you tonight!”

“Nos Vemos! Adios!”

She waved quickly at Neymar as well and she left.

The car was outside the stadium but her driver was nowhere to be seen. She waited for about 20 minutes until she got bored and her new talent of being a nobody took over her. She decided to walk, taking in the sunlight as much as she could under her hoodie and getting lost in the crowds of people. She stopped in the edge of the sidewalk, stepped on the street while she waited for the light to turn green and just when the light sparked her entire body was pushed on the ground.

TRAINING STADIUM - QATAR

He went to Messi because truth was he was his closest friend in the sport. He was there are at his worst and the first time he ever felt like giving up, and every time after that. Ney didn’t expect to see anyone else on the field and wasn’t in the mood to have small talk with fans either.

When she left he noticed a mark of white paint in the back of her hoodie, he looked at Messi questionably.

“¿Quién era esa chica?”

Messi smiled and ducked to pick up the ball, put it in between his arm and his chest.

“Gabriella Hamill. Una actriz”

“¿Te gusta la Actriz, amigo?” asked Ney, teasing him. Messi slapped off his hands, laughing.

“Basta! Basta! Es una Amiga!”

Neymar smiled. Messi invited him on today’s dinner in his suite but he declined quickly and said he needed rest and he left.

He headed down the street, walking slowly in between the crowds when he noticed that same white paint mark on the black hoodie. He knew it was Messi’s friend. He walked a0 little quicker closer to her when he realized a bus was driving directly towards her. She mustn’t have noticed because she didn’t seem to bother. Ney jumped on her pulling her down on the ground last minute.

“¿Estás loca?” he yelled.

The girl kicked and punched to be let go. She released herself and got up.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

Neymar stood up and pointed at the street, looking shocked “you almost died.”

Gabriella reached for her shoulder, stroking it gently “you fucking Pushed me.”

“it was me or the bus Linda!”

“Who the fuck is Linda?”

Neymar sighed and let out a chuckle. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

“just be more careful! People usually look around before crossing the street!”

With that he left. He turned his back on her but something in his chest told him he’d regret leaving her alone. According to Messi she didn’t want anyone to know she was in Qatar and Neymar knew all too well what it was like to get chased down by fans and paparazzi. He stopped on his tracks and walked back to her.

“You need a ride?”

“my driver is gone.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“you need to learn some manners!”

“you need to learn to say thank you! Now do you want a ride?” Gabriella didn’t answer and Neymar walked closer to her. Both of them hidden by their hoodies, their masks and their sunglasses. “I know who you are. Leo told me. I can help”

She crossed her arms and frowned her eyebrows “thiught you didn’t understand who I was”

“I didn’t. But I do now. Let me help so you don’t get ran over by a car again.”

She kicked on the ground, looking down “thanks for that. Sorry for reacting the way I did.”

Neymar signaled for her to follow him. They got in his private car. Gabriella was trying to distract herself by looking out of the window but ones in a while she’d glance at him.

“you sure I’m not taking you out of your way?”

“Brazil base is very close.” He answered her, giving her a kind look. He had taken of his sunglasses but she had stayed with her disguise. “You can take off the mask now you know.”

She looked away immediately. He scoffed and looked out his window. This girl was a piece of work. “I’ve watched a couple of your movies”

“Thanks- this is it.” She pointed outside of the window and Neymar called for the driver to stop.

”it was nice to meet you linda” he laughed when she frowned her eyebrows again, he reached for her sunglasses, taking them off her. “it means beautiful in Portuguese.” For just a few seconds he could enjoy her hazel eyes, they honesty in them, the mix of brown and green. But then she slapped his hand away and took back her glasses.

“my knowledge cause as far as Spanish.”

“I could teach you.”

“Im good.” She opened the door quickly and left. Neymar stayed looking, smiling. Then he turned towards his driver.

“Vamos, por favor”

The driver turned a corner and just a minute later he was outside Brazil’s hotel. The Westin Doha Hôtel and Spa.

GABRIELLA’S APARTMENT – QATAR

Maggie got up from the couch when she heard the door opening. She moved quickly to the entrance holding her hands wide open in aspiration.

“Where the hell have you been? The driver couldn’t find you.”

“He wasn’t there when I went to find him.”

“So you decided to walk over here?”

Gabriella walked over to the living room, the packages with the food were still closed. She took one and opened it, taking in the smell “what’s this?”

“Kapsa” Ella squinted her eyebrows smelling it again, she picked a fork from the table and took a quick bite “Are you gonna tell me what happened?” Maggie sat on a chair close to the table and put herself some water.

“I started walking here-“

“It’s a 20 minute distance with” She took a sip from her water.

Gabriella sat on the couch, placing her legs on it “Then I almost got hit by a bus.”

Maggie chocked. She coughed and ducked her head down. Gabriella watched, feeling guilty but she didn’t say anything.

“I leave you alone for 2 minutes.”

“I’m fine. I promise. Nothing happened, somebody saved me.”

“And I repeat. I leave you alone for 2 minutes and you’ve had an almost death experience and met a guy. Sounds exactly like you.” Gabriella stared at her like she was expecting her to ask who the guy was and Maggie took the bate. “oh my god who was it?” she left her glass on the table.

“Neymar.”

“The famous one?”

“how many are the chances it was juts a random guy In qatar?”

“Unfortunately low.”

Gabriella laughed and took another bite from her food. “Don’t worry I don’t even like him.”

“He’s exactly your type.”

“No he is not! Don’t you remember? My type is white privileged horrible men. E! News wrote a whole article about it”

“That’s 3 out of 4. So you get my point.”

Gabriella took one of her pillows and threw it on Maggie’s face. Maggie caught it quickly and shot her a smile. She liked to believe that no one knew Ella as well as she did. She knew from when she was a kid and they had been through all the stages of her career together. Despite their difference in age which was 15 years, culture and ethnicity, they were each other’s best friend, sometimes more like sisters.

Being worried for her was maggie’s 6th sense.

NEYMAR’S HOTEL ROOM – QATAR

Of course he googled her. It would have been the first thing he’d do if he didn’t have to shower and spent a couple of hours just give interviews. She hadn’t been in a movie for more than 4 years and her tv credits for those 4 years were too small.

He scrolled through the articles about her break ups, the list would go on and on but there was one name that stood out the most. Peter Evans and then articles about an abortion-

He put his phone down when someone knocked on the door. He got up and opened it, returning to the bed before even checking who was on the other side. Richarlison came in, mumbling about something and laughing by himself at his own jokes. Neymar kept scrolling through his phone, not even trying to pretend like he was listening. Richarlison sat on the chair across from the bed.

A few seconds later Neymar felt a sock on his face, he sat up on the bed cursing.

“Que porra e essa?” he yelled, throwing the sock back at him.

“What are you looking at?”

Neymar laid back on the bed, focusing on his phone. “I met someone.”

Richarlison laughed and clapped! “That my boy!” he teased “you checking the instagram?”

Neymar glanced at him “google. She’s Gabriella Hamill.”

“the famous one?”

“They very famous one apparently.”

“Nice!” he smiled “when did she get here?”

“I don’t know. But don’t tell anyone. It’s supposed to be a secret! She doesn’t want people to know.”

“Are you gonna see her again?”

He shook his head and he shrugged “Leo invited me over for dinner. But I don’t know if I should go.”

“Dude are you dumb? Get your ass off the bed and get dressed. She’s literally a goddess.”

A picture of her on his phone, he looked at it. She was a challenge and he was never one to shy away from a challenge.

MESSI’S SUITE – QATAR

Neymar knocked on the door twice. There was a lot of music coming from inside. Eventually Antonella opened the for him and let him in. Everyone was helping set up the table while the kids were running around being chased by… her.

Her, with her long brunet curly hair and her white like snow skin. Her laugh was loud, like a kid’s laugh. She bumped into him while trying to make a quick turn to watch one of leo’s kids. Ney held her, she raised her eyes at him, he was finally able to examine every feature of her face. No mask to hide her red lips or her charming smile. No Sunglasses to hide her shiny eyes or hoodie to hide the rest of her face. She was much prettier in person than she was in any of the pictures and he wondered how he barely noticed her the first time they met.

Gabriella’s smile faded quickly when she realized it was him, she pulled away, mumbling another quick thank you and running behind the kids again. While watching her Messi came up behind him, patting him on the back.

“Has Venido!” he said excitedly and neymar turned to hug him.

“Si! Garcias!”

Messi told him to sit down and called for everyone else to come as well. When they sat on the table Ella made sure to sit as far away from Neymar as possible. Her friend, who looked Asian to neymar, would translate most of the conversations for her when she couldn’t follow. He found out later that maggie could speak 4 languages, including portoguese. Her spanish was broken but not completely horrible, when he got the chance he changed the subject and made it about her.

“We’ve missed you on the screen.” He said, watching her closely. Ella paused on her movements, staring at her plate for a while. Messi asked for Antonella to translate and then he agreed.

“Si! Si!”

Gabriella looked at messi smiling. “I have some new projects coming.”

“Really?” asked Neymar, trying to get her attention. “What are they about?”

“Can’t say yet.” She said without looking.

“Anything good?”

“what do you care?” she snapped, finally giving him a look. Maggie held her hand as if to tell her to calm down.

“I just asked a question. You asked a lot about football.”

“Eh! Que pasa? Que pasa? Tranquilos chicos!”

Gabriella already fell bad. Neymar kept his look on her, while taking a sip from his wine. Maggie changed the subject of the conversation again, something about christmas that Neymar didn’t give any attention too. Sometimes she’d glance at him and she’d find him looking but he wouldn’t look away.

The group moved over to the living room, Neymar noticed her absence while Antonella was serving the cake to everyone. He stood up and looked in the kitchen, he found her on the balcony, smoking. He glanced behind him to make sure no one else was there and walked over to her, hands in his pockets.

“Got one for me?” he startled her, so much so that she jumped a little. He chuckled at her reaction and mumbled an apology.

Gabriella looked in the pocket of her jacket and took out the box of cigarettes she had, offering one to him.

“Don’t tell messi” he said while holding the cigarette in between his lips, lightening it “he’ll have my head.”

“Don’t tell Maggie, cause she’ll have mine.” She mumbled.

“Deal.”

For a while they didn’t say anything. The smoke was making up for the silence, as if the signs it would draw on the wind were words that they were keeping in their mind.

“I’m sorry for before.” She said, surprising him. He looked at her, the way she had the cigarette placed in between her lips. He smiled.

“You get very feisty around me, should I get it as a compliment?”

“I’m feisty around everyone I don’t know.” She shook the ashes of her cigarette over the railing of the balcony and he moved closer to her to do the same.

“we got that in common”

Gabriella faked a smile and looked away. Neymar kept his eyes on her, trying to pick out one by one the thoughts on her mind. He moved even closer, but discreetly so she wouldn’t step back and balanced both his hands on the railing of the small balcony.

“so you like football?” he asked, taking a quick drag.

Gabriella laughed, keeping her eyes on the street below. She shrugged. “I do”

“it’s a little weird isn’t it?” he said, instantly regretting the words that came out of his mouth when she glanced at him threateningly.

“Why? Cause I’m a girl?”

He laughed awkwardly and looked away, nodding. “I mean…” he looked back at her, smiling “its just not usual. I saw your interviews-“

“You googled me?”

“you didn’t Google me?”

She didn’t answer. He knew that he was right but he let it go and continued to what he was saying “usually girls don’t get so obsessed with it unless they are playing.”

“who said I didn’t play?” she asked quickly. For a moment he wanted to take back everything he said, he wasn’t sure If she was just trying to bait him or if she was being honest. But he liked it.

“do you?”

She didn’t answer, she looked at the sky again. Ones more managing to keep some sort of mystery around her. He let out a laugh and threw his cigarette from the balcony.

“You like playing with people’s minds, don’t you?”

She smiled. Threw the cigarette over the railing the same way that he did before, she went to walk passes him but he grabbed his arm, pulling her close to him. Their eyes met, a combination of green and hazel. But no matter the difference in color, he saw something he knew all too well from looking in the mirror: pain.

“Are you gonna come to the next Brazil game?”

She pulled her arm away from him but kept her eyes on his. “I don’t know. But right now I wanna go home.”

“Ill drive you.”

“no thanks.”

“Its on my way.”

She scoffed “im sure it is but it’s not necessary.” She moved away from him but before she walked inside.

“I’ll score a goal for you.” He said. He wished he could see her face, the possibility of making her blush made him proud but he’d never know if she did.

A little later she left with Maggie. She was silent during the drive, looking outside the window. His touch was still on her skin, tattooed like she could still feel him holding her. She stroked the part of hers he held, a smile tremble playing on her lips. That’s when she noticed the Brazilian flags outside a hotel, security and fans standing outside. She twisted her body as the car drove away, surprised.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Maggie.

She didn’t say anything at first, she watched as the building hid in the distance. She sat back down at her seat normally and shook her head “it was the Brazilian base.”

“so?”

”nothing is just awfully close.” She said quickly.

The two women reached their apartment and went straight to bed, in their separate rooms. Gabriella spent most of her time scrolling through his pictures on Instagram, he was the definition of a fuckboy. She laughed at couple of the videos and felt her heart beat a little faster in a few pictures. She didn’t hit the follow bottom because she knew that would define their relationship for the media. She closed her phone and left it by her side as she fell asleep.

Little did she know that a few seconds later he hit that bottom himself.

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