#I love how the show clearly noticed how good Rafa is at crying after this scene so they made him do it a whole bunch more 👍

[graneymar]

Hello ✨ 

Can I have Neymar x Reader that the reader is Davi's mother, but they both broke up (like Carol and Ney), but the reader still loves Ney, and when he gets hurt (2014 World Cup), the reader is with him and takes care of him all the time, making Ney realize that the person who really loves him is the reader, in the end they are back as a family again 

your writing is very good, I love it! 💗 Sorry, English is not my primary language.

#12. NEYMAR: BACK TO YOU

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

"Look Davi, who's there?", I said smiling, pointing at Neymar. "Papai!", Davi exclaimed happily. Neymar immediately noticed us and blew his son a kiss.

The Brazilian national team was warming up for their match against Colombia that was going to start in 30 minutes.

"Oh, hey Y/N", Rafaella greeted me, giving me a short hug. She instantly took Davi out of my arms and smooched him a hundreds of times. "I didn’t expect you to come", she continued, her focus still on her nephew. I shrugged, "I felt like I needed to finally show my support as well now that they’re in the quarterfinals. It was about damn time I attend a match."

Rafa nodded, "Yeah, we've been waiting to finally see you again." She pointed at her parents that sat down right behind us. I greeted them politely before turning around to watch Neymar and his teammates.

Actually, I tried to avoid Neymar and spend as little time with him as possible. We broke up three years ago, right after I gave birth to our son. It was his decision and I still wasn’t completely fine with it if I was being honest. I tried to get over him a million times, but every time he called, even if it was only to hear his sons voice, or came over to pick up Davi, my heart still was racing; I still felt those butterflies in my stomach. We could’ve been a match made in heaven, in my opinion at least, but Neymar seemed to look at it differently. He jumped from one relationship to another, letting me think it was easy to forget about me. Yes, he hurt me, but I couldn’t even blame him. Just because I was unable to become interested in someone else than him, didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to find love and happiness.

Rafaella and I always remained good friends though. She also was the only one who knew about my feelings for Neymar. When we got drunk one time, I accidentally told her, crying my heart out.

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We were all cheering for Brazil, until only ten minutes before the end of the match, Colombia had a penalty - and scored. It didn’t mean much to me since Brazil was still about to win with two goals, but I noticed the match getting wilder, the Colombians seemed to feel pressured and became more aggressive.

There were only three minutes left when I saw Neymar laying on the ground - again. He has been fouled countless times throughout the match, but I realised something was off the moment Marcelo called the doctors to come. Neymar wouldn’t stop screaming and crying, it looked like he was even unable to move. I watched the staff carrying him off the field and started panicking. Whatever just happened was far from an 'ordinary' injury, I have never seen Neymar like this before. Tears started forming in my eyes, my whole body shivered. I quickly gave Davi to Rafaella and ran down the stairs, heading right into the building. I followed Neymars screams and shouts as the tears rolled down my cheeks. "Neymar!", I shouted out when I finally found him. Staff and doctors were surrounding him. One of them tried to move Neymars leg, which had to be incredibly painful according to how he cried out. "Y/N", he mumbled a few seconds later, just now noticing I was standing beside him, "Are you crying?" Seeing him in pain, not knowing what was going on, I couldn’t hold myself back from bursting out into tears. "Bebê, não chora. Estou bem. [Baby, don't cry. I'm good]" He tried to fake a smile but the pain was clearly visible in his eyes. He got carried away again, while all I did was silently pray that he'd be okay.

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"Let me help you with your stuff", Neymar said as I entered his apartment with three bags and Davi on my arm. I looked at him in disbelief. "Boy, you're in a fucking wheelchair. You won’t touch a thing, understood?" He rolled his eyes. Obviously he was annoyed at how he couldn’t help with anything, but thinking of the fact that he almost got paralysed, I preferred him being mad at me than see him hurt again. "You really don’t have to do all of this, Y/N. I would’ve called my mom or sister if I needed something", he insisted.

"Mhm, okay, and who will clean the house, who will make sure you don’t slip while showering, who will stop you from doing shit you’re not supposed to do?", I asked raising my eyebrows. Davi already found his way to his fathers lap. "Ahh, you want to shower with me?", Neymar smirked. I held back a laugh, but couldn’t stop myself from grinning widely, "No idiot, I'm just making sure you do not slip, fall and break your neck."

Now that Neymar was finally home after being in the hospital for days, I decided Davi and I would stay at his place so I could take care of him until he got better. Of course his family tried to support him too, but Neymar has always been too stubborn. He was convinced he could do everything on his own. This way, he would’ve pushed his friends and family away sooner or later. I wouldn’t allow him to do me like that, so he knew he had no other choice than let me help him.

The first week passed. I tried my best to keep the house clean, we cooked together, watched a lot of movies and played around with Davi, who was the happiest to finally have both of his parents around. Even the bond between Neymar and me became much better again. We were finally able to talk to each other and hang out without making it somehow awkward. Whenever Davi was already asleep, we would drink one or two glasses of wine, play video games or simply talk for hours. This made me realise how much I missed his presence, but also how much love I actually had left for him. And it was a whole lot.

It was in the middle of the night when I heard a loud noise. "Shit", I murmured to myself. I quickly jumped out of the bed, still tried to be as quiet as possible to not wake Davi up. Getting out of the room, I saw the bathroom lights shine from under the door. I heard Neymar inaudibly cursing himself out. "Hey there, are you okay?", I asked as I softly knocked on the door. "I'm fine", he coldly answered. I rolled my eyes at the mister showing off his attitude again. "Can I come in?"

"Y/N, I said I'm fine. Go sleep or do whatever you want", he replied in a kind of mad tone. I took a deep breath and decided to wait for him to come out, so I could check if he was actually alright.

Only a few seconds later I heard some banging again. "Okay whether you want me to or not, I'm coming in now", I warned him before swinging the door open. There he was, sitting on the floor, looking up at me in frustration and disappointment. "Where’s your wheelchair?"

"I tried to walk on crutches", he said pointing at them laying on the floor. "Ney", I started as I sat down next to him, "You know you're too weak yet. The doctor said you need to use the wheelchair for at least another week." He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. "It would’ve been fine if there wasn’t any water on the floor. I slipped, just like you predicted it would happen", he said, a small grin formed in his face at the last part. "Are you okay though? Does anything hurt?" He shook his head left and right, his eyes wandering to the floor. "Y/N, why are you doing all of this?" My brows furrowed at his question. "You do not owe me anything, we’ve been barely talking lately and yet you are the one who’s really there for me. I'm just trying to understand where this is coming from", he explained. I softly smiled. "Remember how I said you could always count on me, no matter what? I promised you - good times, bad times, whatever might happen between us, I would always be there for you. And you know I'm not one to break promises." He chuckled, but his facial expression again turned serious in a matter of second. "But that was before I hurt you." I nodded as I got flashbacks of how broken I was after he called it quits. "To be honest, I often think back and regret it. Leaving you was probably the dumbest decision I've ever made. We could’ve been a happy family now", he said, breaking the silence. "No, it wasn’t stupid of you. There’s no reason to stick around when the love is gone. You've been honest with me and looking back, I can finally say I appreciate and respect you for it. It would‘ve been worse if you played pretend instead", I answered.

"But… but what if… what if the love was never gone?", he suddenly said. My eyes widened. What the hell was he talking about? "I broke up with you because I was naive and egoistic, not because I didn’t love you. I wanted to see what life has to offer, thought I could do better - but I couldn’t. The last days I realised that everything I was looking for the last years was what I left behind… and I'm afraid I'm not getting the chance to get it back." I swallowed hard at his words. There were only two options to what would happen now: Either I was about to become the happiest woman on Earth or this would be the biggest disappointment I experienced in a long time. "Can you please say something?", he interrupted my thoughts. "What do you want me to say Neymar? I'm confused, I'm not sure what you’re on about."

"Do you think that there’s a possibility of us getting back together?" After hesitating for a short moment, I nodded in response. His lips formed a sweet smile and his eyes lit up, "Really?"

"I've been thinking the same, I just didn’t expect you to feel this way", I told him. My heart was racing, I got absolutely weak in the knees. "I didn’t start feeling this way just now, it’s been quite a while", he admit. We simply sat there, looking deeply into each others eyes, both of us grinning like crazy. Neymar was slowly leaning for a kiss that I was about to return, when we heard some weird noises. Turning our heads to the bathroom door, we saw our toddler staying there, expressing his disgust by acting like he’s puking. "Baby, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you sleeping?", I asked, trying to hide the fact that I was slightly blushing. Davi babbled something that I was unable to understand until Neymar replied to him. "Sim", he laughed, "Mommy and Daddy like each other a lot." Davi again crinkled his nose in disgust and walked out of the room. "Get used to it, meu filho [my son]", Neymar shouted after him. I slightly slapped his shoulder, both of us bursted out into laughter.

"Where did we stop again?", he smirked before finally crashing his lips onto mine. "Another one", he whispered after we pulled away from each other.

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“Sharky” *Part 2*

Don’t hate me because Barba is kind of a dick right now. We all know he’s not-- but we need the drama. <3

Part 1

Part 3

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“So he actually asked you to dinner?” 

“Yeah, but it’s probably some weird tactic to get inside my head,”

“Is he cute?” 

“Why does that matter?”

“Honey it always matters.”

Alright, so you had one friend. One best friend. One very best friend that you’d known since law school. But nobody needed to know that.

“....Yeah, I’d say he’s pretty attractive,” You finally admitted as you reheated your leftovers.

“Oh my God you’ve had sex dreams about this man haven’t you?!” He squealed.

“HOW do you do that?!” You stared at the phone in disbelief.

“It’s a gift,” He laughed. “I can hear the lust in your voice,”

“Whatever,” You grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“So what are you going to wear?” 

“I don’t know, I’ll decide in the moment,” You sat down on your couch and started catching up on your shows with your food and beer.

“Oh no no no, you need to wear your silver dress with those platinum earrings I bought you for Christmas,”

“Seriously, Charles? Are you going to come over and do my hair and make up too?” You chuckled sarcastically as you shoved low mien in your face.

“Do you want me to?” 

“I’m hanging up now,”

“Wait wait wait,” He pleaded and you listened.

“Be nice to him, honey,” 

“I’m always nice,” You stated in an offended tone.

“You’re cordial. Be nice-- Smile, flirt. Have a good time,” You heard his sweet intentions through the phone; it was like he was actually being a caring best friend.

“You make it sound like a date,”

“Well that all depends if you fuck him after,” There he was.

“I’m really hanging up now,”

“Call me after!”

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You went with the silver dress and black pumps-- just because Charles had put the idea in your head, not because it was the outfit you looked best in. You stepped out of your Uber in front of the restaurant: 

“Forlini’s” You read out loud. “...This place better not be expensive,” 

You went inside and noticed Barba was already at the bar so you walked over to join him.

 “Hey, Sharky!” His greeting caused an eye roll from you. 

“Seriously can we drop the name? I’m a woman not a fish,” You took a bar stool next to him.

“...Well then you probably shouldn’t have worn that,” He nodded.

“Excuse me?”

“You look like a shark to me,” He gestured to your silver dress; it was tight on the top and kind of flowed down your legs, like a fish tail. You had never noticed it before, but him pointing it out made it suddenly glaringly obvious.

“Alright guppy, what are you drinking?” You smirked, slipping into the bar stool next to him.

“Guppy…” Now he rolled his eyes with a smile. “Scotch, neat,” 

“I’ll have what he’s having, only stronger,” You instructed the bartender, causing an even bigger eye roll from Barba.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“Thank you,” You beamed proudly.

The bartender returned with your drink; you noticed that he was very young and very good looking. You slipped him a $20 with a sly smile. 

“Keep the change, handsome,” You gave him a wink. He looked between the two of you, confused as to why you’d be flirting shamelessly with him in front of Barba.

“We’re not together,” You said very loudly.

“Wow, don’t say it so eagerly,” 

“Hey I might need some stress relief after this interrogation, I’m just covering my bases,” You smirked, still eyeing the bartender.

“Is that what you think this is?”

“What else is a first date if not an interrogation?” You suddenly realized what you had said and to your dismay you saw Barba caught it too.

“Ah so this IS a date,” He smirked.

“..I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant--” You stumbled over your words as Rafael just smiled at you in amusement. 

“Just shut up and ask your questions, I know you have a list of them” You shook your head dismissively. 

“Not a list…” He nodded to the bartender for another round. “Alright well why did you choose to be a defense attorney?”

“Money,” You replied without a pause. 

“Money? Really?” He asked with a judgey tone. 

“Hey you try growing up dirt poor and see how much you appreciate having money,” You snapped.

“I did, and I do; but it doesn’t run my life,” He shook his head disapprovingly.

“It doesn’t run my life,” You knocked back the rest of your scotch, ready for the new one.

“Really? Then tell me, how do you pick your cases?” He raised an eyebrow.

“My boss gives them to me,” You didn’t see the big deal.

“Uh huh and how does he order them?” He was making a point, you knew he was.

“...By the biggest paycheck for the firm,” You finally admitted.

“Uh huh,” He nodded smugly, sipping his new scotch.

“Look Barba I already told you this, defense lawyers are unfeeling monsters. What else do you want me to say?” You scoffed. 

“Is that the only reason you became one?” He smirked at you.

“No, actually it’s not,” You replied as you sipped your own scotch.

“Really? Why else?” He raised his eyebrows curiously.

“Because any law student out of night school can defend a good guy,” You inched closer to his face. 

“Defending a bad guy is a challenge,” You pulled back and noticed he was still smirking, and he added an approving nod.

“Fair enough,” 

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean you make a good point,” He scanned you up and down. “Everybody loves a challenge,” 

You felt yourself blush as his eyes ran over you, your own eyes surveying his entire body. You would never admit it to anyone, but you did always have a thing for the ADA-- not like “doodle hearts in your notebook” thing, but when he’d do his crosses in court you’d always stare at his perfect ass in those chinos and wonder what it would be like to take a bite out of it. 

Some other days, particularly when he wore the black and pink suit, you’d imagine what it would be like to just shove him onto his little offensive desk and fuck him right there in the courtroom, with everyone watching. You were so lost in your own fantasies that you didn’t notice people approaching you-- 

“Rafa?” An all too familiar voice came from the side of the room. You turned to see Rafael’s rag tag bunch of misfit detectives staring at you.

“Olivia,” Rafael said softly like a kid caught out after curfew.

“So this is why you couldn’t come out with us, because you were taking HER out?” Olivia spat.

“Um excuse you, I’m taking HIM out,” You grabbed Rafael’s hand and put it on your knee.

“NOBODY is taking ANYBODY ‘out’,” Rafael snapped his hand back and gave you a dirty look. 

“Liv it’s just a friendly dinner, and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to have this conversation,” He gave her those pathetic apologetic eyes, like a puppy who had just peed on the rug.

“Why do you care anyway, detective?” You asked innocently. You knew she had cream in her panties with his name on it, and you weren’t afraid to call her on it. 

“Excuse me?” She scoffed with a laugh. “I care because he’s my best friend, and he doesn’t need to be manipulated by you,”

“Really? Me manipulating him?” You smirked and stood up off your bar stool and got real close to her face. “Then why did he ask me out?”

Olivia stared in horror at you, then Barba, then threw up her hands and stomped off. Carisi, Rollins and Fin all muttered goodbyes and dashed out behind her.

“Why would you do that?!” He looked like he wanted to go after her, but he was staying to have it out with you.

“Why would I--? Are you serious, Barba?!” You continued standing, now crossing your arms. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“What?” He looked confused but you weren’t buying it.

“You asked me here on purpose,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Well obviously it was on purpose--” He tried playing it off.

“No no, don’t be cute. You asked me here with an agenda,” You inched closer to him.

“What? Oh come on Sharky not everyone is you, with your ulterior motives--” He glanced around nervously.

“MY ulterior--?! You asked me here to make your little work wife jealous!” You were making a scene now, but you didn’t care.

“What? I most certainly did NOT--” He tried defending himself.

“Then why did you ask me to come to the same restaurant you knew they were going to be at? I mean if you didn’t ‘want’ to be caught. I know you’re not that stupid,”

“I forgot,” He muttered softly.

“You FORGOT? Do you really think I’m that stupid? I’m not Olivia,” You crossed your arms again.

“DON’T talk about her,” He growled.

“Oh my god are-- are you on something?!” You threw your hands up. “You clearly have a thing for that woman, and yet you asked me out to parade me in front of her, for why?” You threw your hands up in frustration. 

“I didn’t ask you out for that Y/N, I swear--” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then WHY did you ask me out?”

“I-I don’t know…” Now he turned those apologetic eyes on you, but you weren’t falling for it like his little detective.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, you know that?” Tears were forming in your throat against your wishes; you would not let this fucker see you have emotions.

“You know you offense lawyers, you sit up there on your moral high horses, judging all of us “bottom feeders”. But I would never fuck with anyone’s emotions or their heart, Barba. That’s just cruel,” 

“I thought you didn’t have a heart,” He was still going for the quips, he had some balls you’d give him that.

“Oh so that’s what this was,” You sucked back the tears as you tried to laugh it off. 

“You wanted to fuck with the big bad Sea Witch, see if she had a heart?”  You really couldn’t believe he was this vindictive. This whole time you thought, maybe....well, you didn’t know what. But you were clearly mistaken.

“No, I’m sorry I was just--” He stood up and tried to put his hand on your shoulder but you jerked away.

“Well guess what, Barba? You win! You made the shark cry. Are you happy?” You couldn’t hold the tears anymore as you yelled. 

“Y/N I’m sorry, I really am--” He tried going for your hand, but you slapped him across the face.

“Don’t follow me,” You warned him as you turned and stormed out of the restaurant.

How could you have been so wrong about him? Why did you even care?

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Red (Part I)

pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader summary:  People do crazy things when they’re in love. Daveed never thought he would be the one to do any of it. Rating: Fluff and Angst for days. word count : 2.1k+ inspiration:“What does it feel like, to lose everything?”

author’s notes: I do plan on continuing this but I would appreciate feedback and ideas on what to do next. If you want to be tagged in the eventual sequel, just tell me! :) Enjoy guys!

Part 2 is here!

He remembers the first time he met her. It was the night one of Anthony’s friends decided to throw a cocktail party and Daveed – the party animal that he is – decided to attend. Little did he know that he had decided too hastily as the people who were there weren’t exactly the liveliest. He would attempt to strike up conversations but all things led back to his role in Hamilton; it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but at that point he had gotten tired of having to discuss this one role he had over and over again.

Two hours in and he had already downed a few shots by the bar. He was by no means wasted but did he ever want to forget the night so far. That was until he saw red at the corner of his eye. A red dress, clinging to all the right places of the body it was on. His eyes traveled up to her face and he swore, even with the booming music, that he went senseless.

If he were to describe how she looked that night he would utterly fail. Even as a rapper he could not find any word that could describe how she looked that night. If he were to choose, the closest word he could think of was ‘goddess’.

After what seemed like an eternity of staring at the beautiful woman across the bar he snapped out when he heard her speak.

“A shot of whiskey please.” She hummed out. Something stirred inside of him. Her voice was soothing and smooth like honey yet loud and confident; he could definitely get used to hearing her voice.

He gestured to the bartender who was preparing the shot glass, “Put it on my tab.” The bartender nodded and placed the shot in front of her. A slight smile pulled at the corner of her lips and she raised her eyebrow, eyes darting to meet his own.

Smirking, Daveed found his shot glass and downed it quickly before introducing himself. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, wetting the skin covered in dark brown lipstick.

“You’re from clipping., right?” She said, her voice softening at the end. Oh she is good, he thought before ordering another shot for himself.

Red. Red were the roses he was holding in a bundle as he sat on the bench in the park. The night he met her they seemingly clicked and began talking about things other than his newfound fame. One thing led to another and the latter part of the night was spent at his apartment. Since then they’d been seeing each other for a few months but he had yet to ask her to be his. He decided that today was the day he was going to ask her to officially be his girlfriend, something he didn’t know he would be nervous about.

A voice in his head continued to nag and suggest that she would reject him, that he was just a good lay and she had no interest in being in a serious relationship with him. He pushed these thoughts out of his head when he saw her briskly walking towards him. She waved at him and pulled him into a tight hug. He moved his hands behind his body as to avoid her finding out about the roses.

“Sorry I was late my car didn’t work so I had to walk all the way here.” She sighed into his chest, not pulling away from the hug. He placed his chin on her head and chuckled.

“In hindsight it was probably better for me to just come over to your house so you wouldn’t have to come all the way here.”

He felt her giggle and she tilted her head to pop a small kiss on his chin. “It’s fine D. But yeah I’d kinda rather not be here since Game of Thrones is gonna be on in a while.” She admitted frankly.

Here it goes. Smiling, he moved the bouquet and squeezed it between them, stepping back a bit.

“Well I was gonna ask you to be my girlfriend but since Jon Snow is clearly your priority I guess I gotta –” He was cut off when she tackled him onto the grass behind him. The roses were crushed in the collapse but they were now dusted in rose petals, laughing.

“Jon Snow can wait,” She said, cradling his face in between her hands. “I choose my real boyfriend over my fictional one.” He pulled her into a passionate kiss and held her in his arms. He was a lucky bastard.

“Happy Anniversary!”

They had been together for 2 years now and for whatever reason, all of their mutual friends made the executive decision to celebrate together. Daveed had already gotten her a gift and kept it in their shared room while the rest of his friends partied downstairs. He instructed Rafa to bring the gift downstairs when the party was almost over.

As he walked down the stairs he could hear people still yelling “Happy Anniversary” – even though 3 hours have already passed, but they were all drunk and it didn’t bother him that much. He spotted her at the center of the small crowd in their living room, laughing and chatting up with some old friends.

“Hey,” He said from behind her, placing kisses on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her.

“Happy anniversary.” She teased as she nuzzled into his face. He groaned and spun her around to hug her.

“I don’t want to hear those words again until our next anniversary babe. Oh speaking of which – Rafa!” He hollered at Rafa who was immediately going down the stairs with a box.

She stood there, owlish eyes as Rafa came up to her holding a surprisingly large box. She gave Daveed a confused look that said ‘I thought we opened all the presents??’ Daveed pulled something from his pocket and a few gasps could be heard across the room.

“I was gonna show it to you when we were alone but fuck it, I wanna see your reaction right now.” He says, handing over the object he was holding. He placed it in her hand and she examined it. It was red, and that was the first thing she noticed. Unfolding it she discovered it was a bright red collar with a charm on it.

She was about to ask Daveed what the hell it was for when she heard a soft bark come from inside the box Rafa was holding. Her jaw drops and she stares at Daveed who is smiling like an idiot at this point. She takes the box and gently places it on the floor and opens it; out pops the head of a small brown puppy.

He hears ‘Aww’ resonating through the room and kneels in front of his girlfriend.

“Do you like it?” He asks as she takes the puppy into her arms. She looks up at him with happy tears in her eyes and hands him the collar to place it on the puppy. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“It wasn’t like that Daveed!” She said, following him into their apartment.

“Oh really? It looked like he was all over you, and you didn’t seem to mind!” Daveed yelled back.

She sighed and scratched her head, frustrated. She was supposed to meet Daveed at a bar for date night after work. That was until Daveed saw a much older man getting slightly handsy with his girlfriend. A few other patrons had to keep him from beating the man and they eventually got kicked out of the bar.

“I keep telling you, he was talking to me and then I turned my back to him, and that’s when he started running his hands all over me.” She explained, her hands clenched at her sides. “I don’t know why you’d think I’d want some asshole running his hands all over me but I guess that explains why I’m dating you!”

He fumed and turned to her, his hands also clenched at his sides. She stopped in her tracks and froze completely. “I-I didn’t mean it like that – Daveed..” She muttered, feeling the tears welling heavily in her eyes. She looked up at him to see him in nearly the same state. His mouth was pursed into a line and tears were just about to drop.

“I think I need some time alone tonight…” He whispered, turning his back swiftly and headed upstairs. “I’m staying in the guest room.”

She heard a door slam shut and was alone in her living room. Her heart sank deep. Yes they argued every now and then but they always mended things before sleep took them. She placed her hand on her mouth and sobbed quietly, hand on the couch for support. She continued to cry for a few minutes until she heard soft steps.

Her eyes followed the sound to see their 6 month old pup, Teddy. “Come to mama.” She whispered quietly, sitting on the floor. Teddy ran into her lap and nestled into her arms. With Teddy on her lap she sighed and carried her to the bedroom.

The morning rays found their way into her room. Her eyes blinked open and she rubbed them as she sat up. She looked around and saw no signs of Teddy. At the side of her table sat a glass of water. “He always knows I get thirsty in the morning.” She thought to herself. She moved to stand and headed downstairs. No signs of Daveed so far either.

She got to the living room where she saw Daveed facing the window, his back to her.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.” He muttered quietly. “I’m so fucking stupid.” She was about to respond when she realized that he was talking to Teddy whom he was holding.

“It sucks y’know, seeing the person you love with some other dude.” He began. “But still, I shouldn’t have started anything at the bar. I shouldn’t have yelled at her, especially after some dude groped her at a bar.” She could feel the regret in his voice as he spoke, the way it shook, the way he sighed; he was truly sorry.

“I’m sorry too D.” She said. He turned to face her and she took an inventory of his features – his hair was a mess and was parted at a side, something she learned happened only when he had a bad night’s sleep. His eyes looked tired and were bloodshot red. The veins in his eyes were worn and the color of a deep red. She could tell that he cried as much as she did.

He placed Teddy on the floor and the puppy patted out of the living room. He walked up to her and stopped inches away. He looked as if he were about to say something, but couldn’t find the right words. She released a soft sigh and closed the space between them by grabbing him by the neck and pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was gentle and full of longing. After they separated he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Babe I want you to know that – “She put her finger to his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Everything you’re about to say, I already know.” She whispered.

“I love kids.” He said, moving into the crease of the couch. That night was movie night and the next movie up was Lilo and Stitch. Teddy was sleeping on her lap and they were halfway through the movie when Daveed spoke up.

“Yeah, my niece loves you.” She began, snuggling at his side. “Remember her? She asked you to rap about flowers during the picnic?” He chuckled at the memory and his eyes returned to the movie.

“That rap was bomb I can’t believe it took a nine year-old to help me figure it out.” He responded. “Hey babe?”

She kept watching, her eyes trained on the screen. “Yeah?”

“I want kids.” He said nonchalantly. Her eyes widened and she turned to him, pausing the movie. She stared into his eyes, dark and serious, trying to read his expression. After a few seconds a small smile grew on her face.

“Me too babe.” She whispered, placing a quick peck on his lips. “I’ve always wanted to be a mom, ever since I was a kid.”

Daveed locked eyes with her and smiled. The topic of having kids was something they never touched on until now. She moved closer to him, slitting into the space between his legs. He wrapped his large arms around her tightly.

“I’m just saying, if we wanna have kids, you have to marry me first,” She whispered. She felt herself falling asleep to the calming beat of his heart. He got the comforter on the table and covered her body, hugging her close.

“Don’t worry I have a plan for that too.”

It’s easy to make mistakes; mistakes make us human, it’s something we all end up doing. It’s eating a cake while on a diet knowing it’s completely ruining it. It’s not answering your mom’s calls while out with your friends. It’s red, crimson red. The lipstick smeared on her lips is red, the lipstick marks that littered his body was red. He looks at her again, it’s not his beloved. His eyes wander to her lips, they’re dark and sinful. His name escapes her lips and in a second he’s on top of her.

His beloved left to visit her father, he waited. He went to the bar for a drink, he didn’t want it to go this far. But there he was, in the bed they shared on top of another woman, there he was wanting. His body is on fire, it burns with desire. It burns with pain. The voice is back in his head – Stop, stop. Don’t do it. He stops for a moment.

“Daveed?” The woman moans out in protest.

He is hurting inside. For a moment, the voice in him has power. He can end it before it goes too far. He gets off of her and moves to sit at the end of his bed, placing his head in his hands.

“What the fuck am I doing…?” He asks himself. He is full of regret and hatred for himself. The bed dips behind him and he feels her warm hands across his chest.

“Come back to bed, lover.” She whispers into his ear. The world stops for a second and in his mind he sees her, he sees his beloved. In his mind he sees her, tears streaming down her face – completely broken. He can’t do this, no, not to her. And a flash, she’s gone. He turns sees the woman he’s with, he feels her body radiating against his and it’s too tempting. His body is in control, and he can’t stop.

You’re making the biggest mistake in your life you – He feels her lips on his and the voice stops altogether. It’s almost too late. The woman turns to the nightstand by the bed and sees a framed picture of Daveed and his girlfriend. She smiles. The devil woman smiles as she lays the picture flat against the stand and she pulls him in. Now it’s too late.

“Please say something,” Daveed muttered. He sat across her on the bed. It had been a month since she came back. A month since he took that woman into their bed. The shame weighed heavy inside of him, but for the first few days after she came back, he felt almost victorious. It was no question that what he did was horrible, but in the back of his mind, he felt satisfied. He had done something terrible to his girlfriend, but he managed to get away with it for awhile.

That was until he saw the other woman again down the street. He was walking back to his house when they locked eyes from across the road. She pulled a wicked smirk and continued to walk. Then something in him snapped. His heart was pulled to his feet and he felt his lungs stop pumping air. There it was, the guilt. Nothing short of pure shame. No one else knew but every passing moment he was out with his girlfriend he felt as if everyone knew, as if their eyes were all on him.

“Say something, please…” He had never seen her like this before. She stared into nothing, her face like that of a statue’s, she was all but moving. Her breathing was strained and her hands were shaking slightly on her lap. The silence surrounded them and the air seemed thick.

So there he sat, confessing all his mistakes to his girlfriend. She kept to herself as he talked, his voice broken and barely managing to get a coherent sentence out.

“How many times did you sleep with her?” She spoke for the first time in a while, still unable to look at him.

“Babe listen I’m trying to —”

“How. Many. Times.” She growled. She finally turned to look at him and he knew. Despite it being their colour, being the colour that seemed to bring them together, he couldn’t see it this time. Instead, she could feel red. The betrayal she felt was red, it pierced her heart and rang in her ears. The world seemed to stop and red was all she could feel. Through the tears that pricked at her eyes she saw red in his lies. She thought back to the things she may have done wrong. Was she not enough to satisfy him?

“Five times. I-I was with her five times before you came home.” He admitted. He let his head fall forward, too shameful to keep it up.

He could hear the change in her breathing, from deep sighs to ragged breaths; without looking at her he understood that she was shattered. How could she not be? He lay with someone days before her return, and he had the gall to call her his beloved.

“Was she pretty?” She huffed. He didn’t know what to say but he was willing to do and say anything to get her back.

“I guess..” He whispered back.

“You guess?” She snapped loudly, her voice shaking. “I bet you had a really great time when she had your dick in her mouth, huh? ” His hands tightly grasped at the sheet.

“Stop it.”

“I wonder how many times you went down on her. I’m sure that slut enjoyed having you stick your fucking tongue down her fucking cunt! You should've—”

“I said stop!” He shouted, looking up at her. Her eyebrows knit together and her she stood up.

“No! You don’t get to say anything!” She shouted back. “I give you everything, I fucking—” She took a second to breathe. “I loved you.. I was gonna marry you!” She bawled. She was finally breaking. The cracks in her face were evident and made her way to the door. He ran after her, tears flowing freely down his face. She had her back to him; he grabbed her and begged.

“I’m so sorry… I- Please just-just give me a chance babe.”

She spun around quickly and her hand made it’s way to his face. He winced, preparing for the moment her palm made contact. But it didn’t. He saw it merely inches away and he looked at her. Her lips trembled, and her tears stopped. She brought her hand to her chest and held it with her other hand. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to shake away every thought possible.

“I can’t believe you.” She began. “You broke me down, I feel like shit, y-you ruined me… But I still can’t do it.”

She grabbed her bag in a hurry and left the room, slamming the door. He didn’t follow her this time. He didn’t move, he didn’t think. All he did was stuff his hand in his pocket and felt the small box that had the ring in it. The ring that meant nothing to her now. He pulled out the ring he bought for her and ran his fingers over it.

He knew she didn’t like diamonds, not at all. So just like the dress she wore when he first laid his eyes on her, just like the roses he gave her when he asked her to be his, the gem on the ring was red.

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i miss you pt.2 / rafinha

Is it too soon to be thinking of a relationship? Should I wait longer? I asked myself these two questions constantly until I realized, he only said he likes me, that doesn’t mean he wants a relationship y/n.

I mentally slapped myself for overthinking the situation. Besides, I had to focus on my job, I didn’t have the time to be caught up in drama. I didn’t feel like seeing Zach or Rafa at the moment so I went out for a bit of fresh air.

Neymar sat on a bench just outside of the hospital, he seemed in deep thought. I didn’t feel like talking at the moment either, so I didn’t say anything. He broke the silence after a few minutes, “So are you going to give him a chance?”

“Who?” I asked. Was he bringing up Rafa again? “Your doctor friend. Are you really going to throw away years of friendship and a whole year as a couple for some guy? Maybe Rafa can’t talk medical with you and maybe he gets lost when you’re talking about your day; but Zach will never love you like Rafa will.” I looked at him in utter disbelief, I was slightly angered as well.

“Excuse me? First of all, who told you I was getting with Zach? I do not want a relationship right now, not with anyone. Rafa ruined us Neymar. I don’t know what version he told you but he wanted to end things, not me. I wanted us to work it out but he didn’t want to. These things you tell me, about Rafa loving me, he’s never said himself. If he really loved me he would fight for us, and not get his friends to do it for him. I know you’re a friend Neymar but this relationship doesn’t involve you. Hell, it’s not even a relationship. It’s nothing.” Okay maybe a little bit more than slightly angered.

“I do have a say in this. You’re both my friends. I love and care for you both. I’m trying to get you to realize you both made a mistake. You’re made for each other y/n, why can’t you see that?” He looked at me hopefully. I shook my head. “Neymar, Rafa and I are done. I don’t have time for this.” I turned around, ready to enter the building again.

“Make time for him y/n. See that he’s hurting.” I tensed at his words and looked back at him. “He’s hurting? He’s in pain? He cried himself to sleep every night for months? No Neymar, I am the one who’s hurting. I’m the one who didn’t have anyone while he was constantly out with his friends, getting laid every other night. I worked my ass off just to get by. Don’t tell me he’s the one suffering here when it’s completely obvious that he no longer needs me. He’s fine, I’m not. Let me be.”

He looked at me confused, “Rafa hasn’t been with any other girl since you y/n. It’s true, we as friends tried to get him to move on, but he was in horrible condition. He no longer joked at practice, he wasn’t excited when he was in the starting lineup, he wouldn’t even sing along with us in karaoke. He was hurting too y/n. I know you were but you have to understand that this relationship was everything to him even though he didn’t show it. He was broken.”

I laughed coldly and walked inside, but not before adding, “You have a way with words Neymar but I know Rafa would never say that. I want him to tell me himself that he was hurt, that he loves me. Until then, I cannot take your word for it.”

-

It was a long boring morning, I didn’t do much but walk around the halls like a zombie and fake a smile here and there. My thoughts were consuming my mind and I didn’t snap out of it until the chief approached me.

“Y/n.” I looked up, “Yes sir?” “I would appreciate it if you would stop roaming the halls like the living dead and update me on how our surgical patient is doing, that is if you’ve checked on him.” He raised his eyebrow at me. I blushed and looked down, I forgot Rafa was my responsibility. “I’m completely sorry sir. He’s been checked on but not by me. I’ll do a quick pass by and notify you if there’s any changes.” He nodded, “Good, get it done y/l/n.”

I quickly walked to Rafa’s room, mentally preparing myself. His parents were not in the room and it was only him and Neymar now. Neymar saw me, said goodbye to Rafa, pushed passed me, and ignored my existence completely. I sighed and walked to his bed, grabbing his chart.

“You seemed to upset my irmão y/n. What happened?” Rafa said to me. His voice. God how I’ve longed to hear him say my name again. I’ve missed his touch, his laugh, his smile, his lips. I shrugged, snapping myself back into reality. “Don’t know.” I muttered to myself, taking notes on his vitals. I took his temperature, 102? A fever is not a good sign after surgery.

“How are you and your boyfriend?” Rafa asked coldly. I quickly disregarded his question and looked at him, “Rafael, how are you feeling?”

“Why are you avoiding my question?” I looked at him sternly, he sighed. “I have a headache and I’m thirsty, why?” I called for Jasmine and she came rushing in. “What’s wrong?”

“He has a temp, and headache. Notify the chief.” She nodded, running out. “What’s wrong with me y/n?” Panic evident in his voice, I turned to him. “Nothing Rafa, you’ll be fine.” He grinned, clearly content with himself, I wondered why until I realized I had called him Rafa instead of Rafael or Mr. Alcántara.

Zach strode in, Jasmine behind him, I looked at her in panic. She gave me an apologetic look. Zach, noticing my distraught state, answered my question. “Chief had an emergency surgery so I’m here. What seems to be the problem y/n?” I explained his symptoms and he nodded doing a small assessment.

“Well he doesn’t seem to have any developed head trauma, hydrate him and check on him constantly to see if that helps. It could just be lack of water and stress. You’ll be fine Mr. Alcántara.” He finished. I shifted my attention to him but before I could speak, he walked out. Jasmine went to get the supplies and I stayed with Rafa.

“So he’s giving you the cold shoulder?” Rafa asked me. I rolled my eyes. “Oh shut up will you?” He chuckled. “You seemed a bit worried for me back there reina.” I ignored his nickname, although it was my favorite thing he would call me. “It’s kind of my job Mr. Alcántara, I mean I am getting paid to worry about my patients.”

I stood there checking his chart from the past three hours to notice any obvious changes. Quietly I heard him speak again, “I miss you.” I didn’t look up at him and just nodded, he continued.

“I miss you a lot, I think of you everyday, I think of us. I messed up, bad. I know I can’t apologize, it’s too late for that. I just want you to hear me out. I’m really sorry. Sorry for not being there enough and sorry for not understanding your nerd talk. Sorry for not telling you how much I loved and appreciated you every second of every day. Sorry for making you feel like I love some sport more than my own girlfriend, than the love of my life. I can’t fathom how I feel into words. I don’t even understand myself. I just want you to know that I love you and if I could go back in time and stop myself from giving up, I would.”

I sighed and finally looked up at him, “But you can’t Rafa, so get over it. For the sake of both of us.” I put his chart back on the front of his bed and walked out. I didn’t stop my tears this time, I couldn’t help it. I walked into one of the storage rooms and sobbed. I cried and drowned in my self pity.

-

I finally composed myself after some time. I got up to do my routinely check on Rafa, as I walked down his hall I saw a swarm of nurses rushing in and out of his room, they were speaking loudly. I jogged and then sprinted to his room. I looked around and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Zach was screaming for them to power the pads to a higher voltage to start his heart again.

Flatline. Flatline.

I ran to his bedside grabbing his hand. I couldn’t think. I gripped his hand and whispered in his ear, my voice cracking, “C'mon baby pull through.”

Thump. Thump

A sigh of relief came through the whole room as his heart started up again. I cried, kissing his hand and laughing. He’s okay. I looked up at Zach and he gave me a small smile before exiting. I stayed by his bed all night. His parents were at home, visiting hours were long over.

-

I woke up, the sun peaking through the window. I looked groggily around the room and then at the clock, 5:23 am. Great, work starts soon.

“Morning reina,” his deep, husky voice brought my attention to him. I blushed realizing I had spent the night with him. Then, I felt hot tears running down my face and at this point I didn’t care. “Your heart..” I started but couldn’t bring myself to finish as I cried into his bed side. He scooted across the bed and patted the open space next to him.

I didn’t care that we were over or that I was, at the time, his doctor. I crawled into his small, hospital bed and he wrapped his arm around me as I clung to his side. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave his side again. He whispered, “it’s okay, I’m okay, we’re okay.” Over and over until we both drifted off into sleep.

I heard someone clear their throat and I shot up from the bed. The clock now read, 9:30 am. Fuck. I looked around to see his parents, brother, Jasmine, and Neymar grinning. I turned to look at Rafa and he was rubbing his eyes, he barely woke up. “Morning.” He said.

Neymar started laughing and Jasmine started clapping. “Are you guys back together? Are you dating again?” Thiago asked enthusiastically. “We didn’t have time to discuss it, Ms. Drama Queen here was crying.” Rafa said jokingly.

I looked at him, my mouth open wide. “Rafael Alcántara, your heart literally stopped. Sorry for getting a bit emotional.” We all laughed as he pulled me back into his arms and kissed the top of my head. I felt safe in his arms, and for the first time in a while, I was happy. Truly, utterly happy.

I groaned, “I have to work.” I didn’t want to be anywhere away from him. Jasmine spoke up, “Oh chief said you could have the morning off.” I sighed, taking in Rafa’s scent, “Thank god.” I muttered. Rafa laughed and I saw his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch up. I loved when he would laugh, it was contagious and soon we were both laughing like idiots. “They’re so weird.” I heard Neymar mutter. “Maybe we should back out slowly and they won’t notice.” Thiago replied. I giggled to myself and moved closer into his embrace, whispering so only he could hear.

“I missed you too.”

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