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pleasantglitterflower · 4 months ago

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MEETING THE MESSI FAMILY (JOE BURROW x MESSI! READER)

The Vogue World show ended and Luisa Messi breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't take it anymore, as she faced a crazy marathon in the last few weeks of traveling for work, from London to Japan, passing through Greece, Morocco, New York and now ending in Paris. She loved her work and was very grateful for all the opportunities she had, but the modeling profession is like any other, and she always thinks it's wrong when people romanticize the profession, as if there was only the glamorous and luxurious side. She went to the dressing room she shared with her best friends Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid to change, Kendall and Gigi asked if she and her boyfriend would join their group of friends for the fashion show's afterparty, she confirmed their presence and if she said goodbye to her friends and went to meet her boyfriend.

Paris fashion week was very special for Luisa, especially because her boyfriend would be showing for the first time, and he is not someone unknown to the sport. Joe Burrow, Cincinnati Bengals quarterback began to show a side of himself that was previously unknown to his fans, as from that year onwards, he was willing to leave his comfort zone and experience new experiences, and this change would not have been possible if Luisa wasn't by his side encouraging him and rooting for him.

Luisa went to Joe's dressing room, and as soon as she saw him, she ran and jumped on him.

- You were incredible, mi amor, incredible - Luisa says, leaving lots of kisses on Joe's face, who laughs at his girlfriend's excitement

- I wouldn't have done it without you supporting me, mi princesa,te amo mucho - he ventures, speaking very slurred Spanish, kissing Luisa's neck.

-Joe, we're not at home, let's go to dinner soon, they're already waiting for us. Have Justin and the rest of the guys left?

-Yes, they're already gone, we're just missing, the security guards are already waiting for us at the exit through the restricted area

- So let's go quickly, before they see us.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Luisa was at Joe's house to prepare a real Argentine feast, the quarterback was going to see what real food was, but the model had one more surprise for him.

-This is the chorizo fillet- Luisa points happily to the juicy steak

- Wow, this looks great - he says cutting and trying the first bite - Hmmmmm, baby this is incredible, you need to take me to Argentina, I've never tasted anything so delicious - Joe says

- Baby, since we're eating Argentine food, we're in that Argentine vibe, I need to tell you something

- Speak my love, what happened?

-Are you going to do something next Saturday?- she asks, at the same time as she bites into a large piece of steak.

- No - he thinks a little

- So, let's meet the Messi family- She smiles

Joe dropped his fork, put his hand on his mouth and another on his chest.

-For God's sake, anything but that- he begs

- There's no need to be like that, they'll be nice - she tries to help

- Punches me in the face, kicks me, break me, calls me an idiot, but doesn't make me go there - he puts on his best pity face

- Don't even come Joe, we're going to see them - she stamps her foot

And that's when Joe realized he was in trouble.

The days passed in a hurry and Joe doesn't know how to put into words how disturbed his state of mind is.

Packing the bags was almost a sacrifice, with each piece of clothing being picked up with a different complaint, he loves her very much, but he's sure that this next step doesn't have to be postponed, but rather, removed from the new couple's to-do guide.

Luisa and Joe have been together for almost a year, and as two public figures, they have so far successfully kept their relationship secret. The quarterback started talking to the Argentinean on Instagram shortly after ending a long-term relationship. The relationship over time fell into a routine and Joe was only with his ex for comfort and convenience, but he had been unhappy for a long time and was cheating on his ex frequently, until he got tired of this unhappiness and ended the relationship.

In their first face-to-face date, in a restaurant in New York, Joe was very sincere and confessed to Luisa about his history of betrayals, but assured her that he was going to be a new man, a good man for her, as he was already completely in love. by the beautiful Argentinean who was born in Spain. Luisa was suspicious, but as she was also already very enchanted by the blue-eyed blonde, she decided to give him a chance. The first-born Messi had also recently ended her relationship with Barcelona player Pedri González, as their busy schedules meant they saw very little of each other, but they both remain friends.

The big issue is that after a year, Joe had still not met Lionel Messi and Antonella Roccuzzo, Luisa's parents, due to a great fear of the quarterback facing in person the best football player in the world who was now his father-in-law. On every occasion that Luisa tried to organize for them to meet, Joe would make up an excuse or take advantage of his commitments with the Bengals team to not meet Leo. Luisa was always understanding of the situation, but her father was not. For a person who has always shown calm and tranquility, Messi appeared impatient with Burrow, sending him an unkind message via Instagram direct.

“Of course boludo,

It's really good if you run away, because know that when I see you, I'll have to be prepared for when we're all in one place.

I'm not kidding, especially when it comes to my eldest daughter's feelings and integrity, I've never spared any effort to protect my little girl and it won't be with an American playboy who plays a supposed sport called “football” that I'm going to change my principles. ”

Joe blinked in disbelief, did he really read that? If he questioned.

-Don't notice, dad is as dramatic as a classic Argentine soap opera, it's that Latin American cliché, he didn't even let me see what he wrote in that message- Luisa smiles.

Joe frowned, reading the message again and asking if it was a joke.

Arriving at the airport, he had nowhere to run.

- My dad will love meeting you - he hears her talking, all smiling

- Not as much as my brothers, they are so adorable, since they moved to the USA, they say they want to play basketball,dad goes crazy - she comments laughing

- Dad is so scary when he's on the field, when I started dating Pedri, he threatened to break his legs if he betrayed me, you had to see the poor guy's scared face - Luisa tells the story, laughing a lot

Joe at that moment wonders if she loves him or hates him. The mood became lighter when they disembarked and took a taxi to head to the Messi family mansion in Miami.

During the journey, they come across a large poster of Messi in an Inter Miami advertisement.

- What is it like being the daughter of Lionel fucking Messi?

- People always ask me this, for me it's normal, dad is like any other father who loves, cares, is demanding and strict when necessary. He always does everything for me and my brothers and the main lesson he makes a point of always talking about is simplicity and humility, this is certainly the most valuable inheritance he will leave us - she says with her eyes shining

Joe looks at her with admiration in his eyes

- You know that I love you, you know?

- I did know - Luisa takes his hand and kisses it with love

-So now with this information how about we leave, I hate feeling arrogant and getting into a losing situation, I can't do that, how about I don't know if we meet your parents in a place and then run away from them, I don't like stay in the environment where they hate me-

Luisa sighed at the request, not knowing what to do, she didn't want Joe to feel obligated to do anything, but it was already going on too long.

-I understand what you're feeling, but I haven't even had a week to meet your parents, they thought it was important, so mine think it's important too-

-Honey, just pretend that we live in a world like we used to, where women came to men's families and only it matters- He gives a nervous smile.

- -Of course I understand, so in this case you haven't yet gone to ask permission from my father and my brothers, because in the world as in the past, men asked permission from other men, you can take advantage today to do that- Joe quickly refused to do that.

- -Relax, darling, it will only be a few days at their house and...- He cuts her off quickly.

- Days at their house? What do you mean by that, have you ever heard of a hotel? Luisa we need our privacy, I need my privacy, there's the jet leg and everything, look I'm American, I don't want to seem like an idiot, rich, spoiled to your family the first time and they don't need to know about my quirks or habits right now- Joe starts gesturing and getting restless in the car trying to explain himself.

- Hotels around here at this time of year are difficult, because of the beaches, but look on the bright side- -What good side?- Joe claps his hands on his thighs indignantly.

- We're here now- She pointed to the side, turned off the car and removed her seat belt, while Joe next to him practically passed out.

- My God, the driver always speaks first - he massages his own chest

Luisa and Joe identified themselves at the entrance of the huge mansion complex, and then headed to the Messi house. Burrow was mentally praying that nothing would get out of control and that he would make it out of these days with his Argentine family alive.

Luisa presses the doorbell and her mother Antonella opens the door smiling. -Hija, como te extrañé - the older woman hugs her daughter

- Mommy, the countdown is already counting down to see you, where are daddy and the boys?

- Your father has already started preparations for the barbecue, and the boys are playing ball - Antonella responds, and then looks at Joe - we have a special visit from our daughter

- I almost forgot to introduce you, mom this is Joe Burrow, my boyfriend, Joe this is Antonella Roccuzzo, my mother

- Nice to meet you Mrs. Roccuzzo - he raises his hand to greet Antonella, but she is quicker and pulls him into a hug

- Without these formalities my dear, you can just call me Anto, I'm finally meeting the boy who is messing with my daughter's heart

- I'm completely in love with her Mrs…Anto, she also touches my heart - Joe kisses Luisa's cheek, who is embarrassed

- Let's go to the backyard guys, Joe, you'll get along great with Leo and the boys. You have brothers ?

- Yes, I have two older brothers, and I have four nephews

- That's cool, so you seem to be really good with kids

- Yes, I am, I really like their sincerity

They walked through the huge mansion until they reached the leisure area, where Messi was cutting and placing meat to roast on the barbecue and Thiago, Matteo and Ciro, Luisa's younger brothers, were excitedly playing football around the place, while reggaeton served as a ambient sound of the place.

- Honey, they've arrived! Children, look at your sister here - Antonella screams, the boys run towards Luisa to hug her

- Lisaaaaaaa

- My boys, how I missed you - Luisa hugs her brothers tightly, until they pull away and look at Joe, his height scared them

- Who is he? - Thiago asks

- This is Joe boys, he is my boyfriend, Joe these three little men are my younger brothers, Thiago, Matteo and Ciro

- Nice to meet you boys, I'm Joe - he shakes hands with the three children, who return the greeting shyly

- Joe brought a present for you boys, give it to them - Luisa says to the quarterback

Joe opens the relatively large bag, and gives his brothers-in-law three autographed Cincinnati Bengals jerseys personalized with their respective names, as well as three small ball footballs

NFL.

- These are the shirts of my football team, friends, and this is the American football ball

- That's not football, real football is what dad plays - Thiago says

- What an ugly and strange ball - Matteo doesn't miss the opportunity to criticize

- Boys, don't be rude, he does play football, but the football he plays is different - Antonella explains

- That's not a ball, they're a circle, they're round - Ciro says seeing the NFL ball

- You use the wrong ball, this is the football ball - Thiago points to the round ball

- If you play football, why don't you play with Pulisic on the US national team? -Matteo asks Joe, who is scared by the ability of three small children to scare him

- Boys, I play American football, it's different from round ball football, the rules are different, the names of the positions are different, it's totally different

- Are you a striker? - Ciro asks

- No, I play quarterback

- What's that?

-The quarterback is the main player of a team in American football, he is responsible for throwing the ball, I am responsible for the team's attack.

- So you're a striker like dad? - Matteo asks

- In a way yes, although the rules are different

Leo was quiet, carefully watching Joe's interaction with his younger children, the Argentine didn't take his eyes off his son-in-law, and he could see from his gaze how much he was controlling himself so as not to appear nervous in front of him.

- Boys, leave the boy alone. Nice to meet you Joe, I'm Lionel Messi, Luisa's father - the Argentinian squeezes Joe's hand tightly, who disguised his nervousness

- Nice to meet you Mr Messi, I'm Joe Burrow

- Please boy, just call me Leo, I'm only 37 years old, I'm not that old

Joe lets out a nervous laugh.

- Boys, you'll have time to ask Joe lots of questions, now go to the living room and play video games while the barbecue isn't ready yet, Joe, would you like to help me prepare the barbecue? After all, you are now part of an Argentine family, you have to know what real food is-The older man didn't fail to notice that Joe looked nervously at Luisa, who encouraged him to accept

- Yes sir, I mean Leo, it will be a pleasure

- That's great, love, so Luisa will come and help me prepare dessert, let's go, daughter - Antonella says, pulling Luisa by the hands ,then Leo guides Joe with basic instructions on how to use the equipment to prepare the meat, until the older man starts talking.

- You know Joe, I became Luisa's father when I was 17 years old, it was very complicated at the time, as I had just debuted as a professional player at Barcelona, my career has always been very demanding and I was often not at home to follow the full growth of her, but one thing I always promised and I feel like I fulfilled my role as a father very well: I never let anyone hurt my daughter's heart, I always supported her in everything she wanted to do and I always taught her to always remain humble . Do anything with me, but if you mess with my family, you will find a lot of problems. I'm very calm, but harm someone in my family and I'll harm you - Messi clenches his fists and hits the table, making Joe open his eyes wide and mentally pray that Luisa appears and gets him out of there.

- Joe, I'm not an idiot. When Luisa told me she was meeting you, I made a point of doing in-depth research about you, and to no surprise, I found news about you having cheated on your ex-girlfriend several times.

- Leo, I can explain…

- Joe, I own the word here. What you did or didn't do with your ex-girlfriends, whether you cheated or didn't cheat, which other women you've had sex with, I don't care, what really interests me is Luisa's happiness. In these years of my career, I have seen many colleagues destroy their families due to momentary promiscuity, I have seen and still see a lot of rotten things in the world of football, many colleagues have sunk their personal and professional lives due to wrong choices, and my biggest fear My daughter would one day suffer at the hands of men like these. I had everything I needed to follow a similar path, but that wasn't how my family raised me, my mother always taught me to respect people and especially women. I knew since we were children that Antonella was my soulmate and the love of my life, and our destinies were already predestined, I never needed to have those temptations that the sports environment has.

When Luisa talks about you, she speaks with the same eyes shining with love as I do when talking about Antonella. So Joe, I am giving my most precious jewel into your hands, so I ask that you take good care of her and treat her as she should be treated, Luisa is a princess, she is a goddess, she is one of the people with the most soulful Sweetest man in the world, if I find out about any of the shit you've done to my daughter, your career will be terminated prematurely, do we understand? - At that moment, Messi angrily cuts a steak with a large knife, looking directly into Joe's eyes with a frightening look, at that moment the quarterback is petrified.

- Yes, Leo, I will never hurt Luisa, I am very much in love with her and I am capable of giving my life for her, she is the first woman I have truly fallen in love with, you can rest assured that she is safe with me - Joe speaks with a firm voice, but still afraid of Messi's threats

- That's exactly what I like to hear, kid. And since you're joining our family, there are three fundamental rules you need to follow

- Of course Leo, what are the rules?

-First rule: the main one is to treat Luisa like a goddess and not do anything that breaks her heart

- Second rule: you are in a family of Argentineans, so try to intensify your studies in Spanish, your Spanish is horrible, I always had difficulties learning English and since I came to Miami, I have studied a lot to be able to speak English, so I hope you do the same, as you need to be part of our culture

- Third and final rule, but not the least important: in my house, I don't want that talk of “soccer”, or any similar shit, are we understood?

- Yes Leo, but…

- There are no buts, it's football and that's the end of the matter. Your sport is not football, it has nothing to do with real football. American football is nothing more than a poorly made copy of rugby

-Leo... - Joe tries to speak

- And you still have the courage to call yourselves world champions when you win that shitty Super Bowl? Wow, how can you be a world champion if only teams from the same country compete in the league?

-Leo... - Joe tries to speak again successless

- I AM A LEGITIMATE WORLD CHAMPION!!! I played in a World Cup with 32 teams from each country and won all my games, in that wonderful game against France, you watched it, right?

- Of course Leo, the whole world was watching that game, I was even supporting Argentina

- You know very well that even if you win the Super Bowl or some shit like that, it doesn't come close to winning the World Cup or the Champions League, right?

- But…

- I wasted precious time of my life watching the super bowl, what a lack of organization when handing out the trophy, without any elegance, FIFA is corrupt as hell Joe, but at least they know how to organize a decent awards ceremony, LEARN THE FUCK

- Leo, it's not me who's part of the organization, it's the NFL

- That's why your sport is not worthy of being called football, that's it, subject closed, are we understood?

Joe nodded without being able to breathe, he was definitely afraid of Messi. If his friend Ja'marr were here, he would laugh until 2084 when he saw your scared face. The difference in height between Messi and Burrow is funny, but we can see that height doesn't mean anything, as the giant Joe is scared shitless of Messi. Finally the barbecue is ready and the family gets together for lunch.

Luisa asks Joe softly

- What was it like helping dad?

- It was great, honey, it was really good - Joe says, forcing a smile

- He didn't say anything much to you, right? - she asks worriedly

- No, my love, that's it, we just had men's conversations - Joe says, forcing a smile

- If he says anything to you, don't hesitate to let me know, okay?

-Of course my love- he gives her a peck

And so was the beginning of Joe Burrow's adventure as a new member of the Messi clan. As time went by, Messi accepted Joe, and saw that he was wrong in his previous judgment about his character. Luisa and Joe lived a fairytale relationship, the Argentinean was proposed shortly after the Bengals' victory in the Super Bowl in 2025, the wedding took place in February 2026 with ceremonies in Argentina and the USA, Messi cried profusely when taking her daughter to the altar and never failing to leave her classic threat to Joe, and the family soon expanded, with Luisa giving birth to twins Jordan and Mason, who were identical copies of Joe, and so the Messi-Burrow family followed suit. life with lots of love and happiness.

Spanish dictionary:

mi amor- my love

mi princesa- my princess

te amo mucho- i love you so much

boludo- asshole

Hija, como te extrañé- daughter, i’ve missed you

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renasonworldx · 2 years ago

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Leo's sister - Pedri

concept - Messi's younger sister dates Pedri Gonzalez...

y/nmessi: vamos barcelona!!!!!! ❤💙

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leomessi: gracias hermana!!! XX

y/nmessi: 😙

antonelaroccuzzo: beautiful girl 😍

y/nmessi: mi amor 🥺

neymarjr: pretty lady x

y/nmessi: graciasss ney 🤝

gavi: 😎😎

y/nmessi: mejor amigooo!!!!!!!

pedri: 🔥💙❤

y/nmessi: 👀💖

barcelonafc: MESSI FAMILIA ES 🐐

y/nmessi: facts x

messinews: Pedri Gonzalez DATING Leo Messi's sister y/n?!?!

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y/nmessi: mi hermano!! feliz cumpleanos xx

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pedri: mi bonita x

y/nmessi: so much love bubs x

leomessi: 💙❤ stop growing up x

y/nmessi: i'm 20 stfu x

antonelaroccuzzo: so so gorgeous x

y/nmessi: i love you xxxxx

neymarjr: gracias te amo hermana x

y/nmessi: 😙😙😙

pedri: messi yet perfect x

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y/nmessi: my baby 🥺

pedri: i love you x

leomessi: 😍😭

y/nmessi: u are obsessed with my boyfriend!!!!!!!!

gavi: WHAT ABOUT ME?!?

pedri: you too

sofíagonzlez: LIKE HER MORE THAN U

y/nmessi: i'm more fun ;) x

y/nmessi: my baby 😍

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pedri: mi novia 🤩🏆

y/nmessi: sí xx

leomessi: ¡¡Qué hombre!!

y/nmessi: 👀👀📸📸

gavi: MI CHICO!!!

y/nmessi: share with me?

PART 2 PENDING X

#messi #leo messi imagine #barcelona fc #neymar imagines #neymar jr #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri blurb #pedri gonzalez #pedri fluff #football fanfic #football imagine

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yourstory-teller · 2 years ago

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clingy bono fluff is a must

Hey bb, thank u for requesting, this was really fun to write. Hope you like it xx

Warnings: None, this is very sweet and cheesy and I love this man so much, I can not.

I wrote this in the first hours of the day and English is not my first language, so pls forgive me if there are any errors ♡

In your arms

"Babe, please." You made yet another measly attempt to move, only to find out for, at least, the hundredth time, that there was no way you could get out of there. You heard a mumbling rumble coming from behind you, muffled, probably by the pillow case.

The arm around your middle made no move to let you go, instead you felt it pulling you impossibly closer, one long, heavy leg not so gently thrown over your hip.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips and you considered just succumbing to the circumstances and letting yourself go back to sleep for as long as you were allowed to. Unfortunately for you, and presumably for the person currently wrapped around your body as well, you had some sense of responsibility.

So, after a few seconds of arduous internal debate, you tried to tilt your head back as far as you could, eyes only catching a big mess of thick black locks. "Yassine, my love, I really need to get up."

"No." He said, simply, now moving to bury his face in your hair. "You know I'd love to be in bed with you all day long, but I got things to do." You sighed, finally finding space between your boyfriend's strong arms, to turn over until you were lying face to face.

The closeness was such that you could feel his warm breath mingling with your own. It felt like getting up was becoming a progressively more difficult of a challenge.

"I'm sure they can wait a bit" He lifted one of his huge, long-fingered hands to tenderly caress your cheek, eventually moving down a bit to slide his thumb over your lower lip. "Come on, baby, stay here with me a little longer, huh?"

Now, how could you not stay? Just for a little longer. It wouldn't be just a little, of course, but he knew, and you couldn't deny that, not so deep inside, you really couldn't care any less. You loved him, and it was really a gift how absolutely adored he could make you feel, at every moment of every day.

Yassine had always been rather sly towards you, even when you were just friends, always attached to the hip, and it only intensified when the two of you started your romantic relationship. His love language was definitely physical touch, and you enjoyed every part of it.

"It's been a hell of a day, princess, I really need your cuddles." Or "It's so cold, the covers are just not doing it" or even "It just doesn't feel quite right when I'm not holding you."

Sometimes, when he had a particularly tough season with training and had to be away for a rather long time, you almost felt like an actual part of you had gone missing.

So, no matter how late it got, or how tired you were, you always made an effort to stay awake until he arrived, and when he finally did, the big, bright smile, accompanied by that little dimple on his left cheek, made it all so much more than worth it. You'd open your arms to receive him in your embrace, head on your chest or in the crook of your neck as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. As a response, he would always snuggle up to you and whisper little pledges of love until the two of you were deeply out of it.

He was especially clingy during free days. Most of the time was spent by the two of you with cuddling on the couch while watching some new movie you found on the catalog, or going out with your friends. Eventually, though, you did have some work to do. After all, it was very rare for you two to be able to take a recess at the same time.

You would be sitting at the large table placed in the living room, notebook open in front of you, a few sheets strewn across the surface, along with an abnormally large cup of coffee, completely focused on whatever you were working on at that moment, when he would appear.

First, he would be walking back and forth inside the house, sometimes going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, or sitting on the sofa to go through all the channels for a few minutes, not really watching anything.

Then he would start making little comments, clearly not wanting to disturb you, but still needing to know that you at least had noticed him. Maybe something about the weather, or how the team seems to be doing worse and worse with each practice. Usually you would respond with a few short comments on the topic, just enough to let him know that you heard.

Not long after, the discreet but always very fluttering compliments would come.

It could range from talking about his admiration for your vigor with your work, to how you look even more beautiful when you're focused. You would then look at him and be greeted with, you could swear, the biggest, most cruelly irresistible puppy eyes in the entire universe.

"You haven't kissed me today" He said, a rather childish pout plastered to his lips.

You giggled under your breath, but got up anyway, and walked over to the too big of a baby that your boyfriend was, intending to return to your previous task soon as possible. You then rested your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles there flex under your touch, and leaned in slightly to bring your mouth to his in a chaste kiss.

By the time your lips met, however, Yassine was grabbing your hips and pressing you so hard against him, you could feel his heart beating fast against your own. Needless to say, you were instantly smitten, melting like butter in his arms, the writings saved to the computer screen, long forgotten.

After that, you would end up spending what was left of the day doing little activities together, just because you couldn't stand the feeling of being so unproductive.

Cooking was usually the solution. Together in the relatively spacious kitchen, looking for some quick and easy dessert recipe, which somehow always resulted in a huge unexplained mess. You put whatever calorie bomb you'd made this time in the oven, or in the fridge, and while you waited, yassine would pull you close, once again, hugging you from behind, his chin resting on top of your head.

And for the next few minutes, the two of you would just stand there, holding each other, slightly rocking from side to side, talking and laughing like two idiots in love. Because that's exactly what you were.

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mebiselfandi · 2 years ago

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Title: You’re So Good To Me

Summary: Leo gets sick and Neymar takes care of him

Pairings: Neymar x Leo Messi, Neymessi

Tags: fluff, sick fic

Small authors note: it might have taken me over three weeks to get here but I’m finally here. It wasn’t even writers block just laziness. Also took a lot of artistic liberties with Leo’s characterization here. And uhm yeah in my head all rich people have a piano in their house so just go with it.

Anyways this is the song Ney plays:

It wasn’t often that Leo got sick but when he did it hit him hard. However when Neymar stepped into Leo’s house that morning(using his spare key) like he’d promised he certainly wasn’t expecting to enter a completely darkened house. All the curtains were drawn shut and there was no sign of Leo anywhere.

“Leo I’m here!” He called out loudly but he was only met with silence. He frowned slightly at that considering Leo never ignored him even when he wasn’t feeling all too great. He placed the container of chicken noodle soup he’d brought on the kitchen counter then climbed up the stairs to Leo’s room. “Leo?” He calls out again as he raised a hand to knock on Leo’s door. Still he was met with silence, “okay I’m coming in,” he warned before slowly turning the handle and entering the room and shutting the door behind him.

The first thing he noticed was how dark Leo’s room was. Even darker than the rest of his house. The next thing he noticed was the unmoving lump in Leo’s bed. His worry skyrocketed at the sight of the small mop of hair peaking out of the covers. In two long strides he was by Leo’s bedside trying to assess just how sick he was. Neymar could hear the heavy wheezes Leo let out with each labored breath. His chest barely rose and fell with each strangled intake of air and his face seemed swollen in certain places. Stray strands of brown hair shielded his closed eyes and he could see the edges of a beard already starting to grow. Neymar cursed himself for being unable to come two days earlier when Leo had initially called him telling him he’d somehow got a sinus infection and was on his way to the doctor. Of course he’d downplayed it when Neymar had insisted on cutting his trip short and flying all the way back to Paris just to take care of Leo. But with each moment of fun Neymar had, he couldn’t help the guilt that began to eat away at him at the thought that Leo was all by himself and sick so he ended up cutting his trip short anyway. And seeing his Leo like this, paler than usual and disheveled the guilt and worry he’d been trying to keep at bay came in full force.

“Hey sleepy head,” he whispered as he carded his hands through Leo’s tangled locks hoping it would be enough to wake him up. Groggily a tired pair of eyes peaked open over the multiple comforters and duvets and blinked blearily at him. He almost felt terrible for waking up the sleeping man but it had to be done.

Slowly Leo pulled one hand out of the blankets to weakly rub the sleep out of his eyes, “Ney?” He muttered nasally as he sat up slightly. Neymar cringed at how dry and scratchy Leo’s voice sounded.

“Surprise,” he laughed out lightly trying to quell the nervousness that was building up in him at the realization that Leo was even sicker than he’d previously thought.

“What are you-” a fit of coughs and sneezes interrupted Leo before he could finish his question . Neymar quickly turned to the messy bedside table and picked up a couple tissues from the box, handing them to Leo. He blinked away the tears in his puffy eyes then loudly blew his nose a couple times and threw the tissues into the trash can next to the bed before flopping back down onto the pillow and closing his eyes. Neymar ran his hand through Leo’s hair once more then placed the back of his hand onto Leo’s slightly damp forehead and he could feel how hot he was.

“You’re burning up meu amor.”

Leo let out a noncommittal hum of agreement as he tried to regain his breathing. Neymar turned to the bedside table again and picked up the bottle of water he’d seen lying there. He lifted up Leo’s head slightly and raised the bottle to his lips. He took a few sips before weakly pushing away Neymar’s hand. “Why’re you here?” He finally managed to get out after Neymar had let laid him back down in that same nasally voice. It wasn’t as dry and scratchy as before but it still made Neymar worry.

“What, you thought I’d leave you here by yourself? You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he tried to joke as he resumed stroking Leo’s hair but that only seemed to make Leo frown.

“I’m not tryi- you should be enjoying your holiday,” he muttered lowly as he grabbed Neymar’s hand in a weak grip, pulling it out of his hair. Neymar frowned at the action. “I swear I’m gonna be okay. The doctor gave me the medicine I need to get better. You didn’t have to come all the way here just for me,” he muttered again.

Now it was Neymar’s turn to frown at his words, “Leo you’re halfway dead, stop being difficult,” he intertwined his hand with Leo’s, “besides if you did die I’d want my pretty face to be the last one you see,” he joked as he threw a wink and a shining smile at Leo.

Leo simply sighed and rolled his eyes at the man’s poor attempt at humor.

“Have you taken your medicine yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Have you eaten?”

“I was about to.” Neymar gave him a disbelieving look.

“Come on,” Neymar sighed as he stood up and began to pull back all the blankets and duvets Leo had burrowed himself under. The older man looked tinier than usual in his oversized pajamas and fluffy socks. If he didn’t look so far gone, Neymar probably would have buried him in a bear hug at how cute he looked. Leo groaned as Neymar pulled him to sit up at the edge of his bed, “I brought you some soup. You’re gonna eat, take your meds, then take a bath.” Neymar gave him a small smile and smoothed his hair out of his tired eyes before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. He grabbed one of the blankets on top of the bed and wrapped it around Leo’s slightly shivering form then grabbed onto his hands and pulled him up till he was standing. He wobbled slightly on his legs and began to tip back onto the bed but Neymar was quick to catch him, “woah, I’ve got you,” he said as he steadied Leo in front of him.

“…mm tired. Everything hurts,” Leo mumbled into his collarbone as he fell forwards into Neymar’s arms. He pulled the blanket tighter around his body and huddled closer into Neymar who in turn wrapped his arms snug around Leo’s waist holding him up slightly.

“I know, I know but you won’t get any better if you keep lying in bed,” Neymar whispered as he once again stroked Leo’s hair soothingly, “c’mon I’ll carry you,” he muttered as he squeezed his waist slightly.

“W-what, Ney don’t be silly,” he sputtered.

“What? You think I can’t do it? Cause I can,” he sputtered back indignantly.

“Yeah I know but I can walk just fine,” Leo argued stubbornly. Neymar gave him a highly doubtful look then let him go and took a couple steps back.

“Fine then walk towards me.”

Leo took a deep wheezy breath in and took one shaky step forward before almost face planting straight into the floor. Luckily Neymar was once again quick to catch him, sending him a silent I told you so. Leo flushed deeply at his little tumble and flushed even deeper when Neymar quickly swooped him up into his arms bridal style. Neymar cooed at him as buried his burning face in his neck.

“Shut up,” he murmured uselessly. Neymar just laughed and began to walk the two of them towards the door.

“Get that will you?”

Leo opened the door and Neymar kicked it wider with his foot and continued out and downstairs to the kitchen. He set him down gently on one of the chairs at the kitchen island before picking up the container of soup, pouring it into a bowl and putting it in the microwave to warm up. He opened one of the drawers and dug around a little then pulled out the thermometer he’d been looking for. He walked in between Leo’s legs and gave him a small encouraging smile as he slowly caressed his cheek, “open up amor,” he coaxed sweetly as he placed the thermometer in Leo’s mouth. He let it sit for a few moments then pulled it out and frowned at the number. “What was your temp before?”

“38.6.”

“Well it’s at 37.8 now. Clearly the meds are working but we need to bring it down a bit more,” he muttered thoughtfully. Just then the microwave beeped and he set the small device down and headed to the microwave grabbing the steaming bowl and a spoon. He sat down opposite Leo and dipped the spoon into the warm liquid and blew on it slightly then brought it up to Leo’s lips.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked somewhat incredulously.

“I’m feeding you,” Neymar replied obviously.

“Ney I can do that myself,” he muttered bashfully, his face flushing once more.

“You’re so stubborn! Why won’t you just let me take care of you?” Neymar laughed disbelievingly. Leo was always stubborn but it seemed his sickness was amplifying his stubbornness tenfold.

“I…” he trailed off for a second, “I don’t know,” he mumbled shyly. Neymar’s gaze softened as the older man retreated slightly into himself, drawing the blanket tighter in the process.

“I’m sorry meu amor,” he sighed apologetically as he stood up, “if you say you can then I trust you.” He tapped the side of Leo’s face once before handing him the bowl and spoon and began walking away. Leo’s hand was quick to catch him by the wrist before he’d managed to get far, “I’m just going to change the sheets on your bed. I’ll be right back.”

He loosened his grip looking slightly sheepish, “oh,” he muttered as he looked away and his flush deepened further, “okay.”

“Just eat up, okay?” Neymar asked before placing one final kiss on Leo’s burning cheek and disappearing upstairs. He really didn’t want to leave Leo alone but he needed to organize that room slightly before Leo came back. He quickly threw open the windows and allowed some of the fresh morning air to come in but left the curtains drawn. He made work of understanding the dosage of Leo’s meds and changing the sheets then picking out a pair of baggy sweatpants and a large sweater for Leo to wear after his bath. Lastly he picked up the few socks and discarded tissues on the ground, putting them where they should be. When he was happy with the room he gathered the meds in his arms and went back downstairs where he found Leo taking a slight nap on the kitchen counter. Placing the meds next to Leo’s head, he took a quick peak into the bowl which was now half full. He frowned slightly but he’d figured Leo wouldn’t be able to finish it anyways. Once again he felt terrible for waking up the sleeping angel but the wheeze of each breath spurred him on to lightly rub his back in an effort to wake him up, “Leo it’s time for your meds,” how did the man always manage to fall into such deep sleeps so quickly?

Finally groaning awake Leo blinked at him once more through heavy lids before sending him the smallest of smiles, “hey,” he wheezed out as Neymar helped him sit up. Neymar quickly pulled out a glass of water and handed him the painkillers and antibiotics he’d been prescribed followed by a full measuring spoon of the cherry cough syrup. When he was finally satisfied he placed a small kiss on Leo’s temple.

“Now this one,” he gestured to a small circular container, “is supposed to be rubbed on your chest so I’ll do that once you’ve taken your bath, okay? Okay,” he answered, not waiting this time for Leo to argue about how capable he is. He got rid of the remaining soup and washed the dishes and the thermometer before gathering up the medicine again and quickly rushing upstairs and putting it back where it should be then rushing back down once again. He drew the blanket tight around Leo’s shoulders again then scooped him up in his arms and carried him back upstairs, this time to the bathroom. He gently placed him down onto the large sink counter before turning to the bathtub, opening the faucet and pouring in some bubble bath. He let the tub fill up with warm water and bubbles making sure it didn’t get too hot for Leo and when he was satisfied he turned back towards Leo who was now sitting half awake against the bathroom mirror.

Neymar sighed before walking towards Leo and standing in between his legs again, “I know you’re tired amor but we’re almost done then you can go back to sleep. You just need to stay awake a little longer,” Neymar tried to soothe Leo’s groaning and mumbling by rubbing his thighs in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

Leo rubbed at his eyes sleepily then blinked blearily at Neymar before mumbling a small begrudging, “okay.” Neymar sent him a smile again and lightly tapped his knees at his agreement to comply. Leo shivered slightly as Neymar unwrapped the blanket from his body and set it aside.

“Right, now let’s get you undressed,” he grinned throwing a wink at Leo.

“You’re so annoying,” Leo groaned out as he raised his arms.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he laughed back as he took of Leo’s shirt.

They quipped back and forth slightly longer as Neymar pulled off Leo’s socks and sleep pants, setting them aside with the blanket and shirt. Finally Leo was in just his boxers with his arms encircled tight around himself trying to keep in whatever little body heat he could.

Neymar faltered for a second, “d-do you want me to take those off for you? Cause you can do it yourself if you want…but I don’t mind! I- not like that though I just…” he trailed off as he mentally tried slapped himself. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and so did Leo’s.

“Ney, you’ve seen me naked before,” Leo muttered as he turned his head down to face his dangling feet. They both turned even more impossibly red at the insinuation. It was silly but there was no way Neymar would be taking them off when they could barely even look at each other now.

“I-I’ll just…okay,” he quickly turned around, really more to gain courage for when he’d eventually turn back around, “just tell me when you’re done.”

He heard Leo slightly shuffle behind him as he tried to think of how he’d possibly carry him into the bath without either one of them dying of embarrassment on the spot but quickly turned around when he heard a soft sigh behind him. Somehow Leo had saved them both the trouble and not only taken his boxers off but also lowered himself into the steaming water. He let out another loud sigh as he laid back in the tub, the hot water and bubbles coming up to his chest. Leo’s eyes widened slightly as he watched Neymar step forward and kneel next to the tub, reaching for the shampoo.

“Ney you really don’t have to,” he said as he caught Neymar’s hand before it could go any further.

“But I want to Leo,” he gave Leo a small sad smile at his unwillingness to be taken care of, “please let me.”

At this point even Leo was tired of fighting Neymar’s care but seeing how sad his stubbornness was making Neymar he couldn’t help but feel doubly terrible. So he let Neymar’s hand go.

“Okay.”

Neymar poured a generous amount of shampoo into Leo’s hair and began to work it through his hair. The only sound in the bathroom was the occasional sound of Leo’s wheezy sighs as Neymar massaged his scalp, making sure to properly detangle each knot. Slowly with the combination of the meds and each passing minute of this, Leo could feel his guard drop until he was all Neymar’s.

“Lean forward, I need to rinse it out. Make sure to keep your eyes closed amor.” Gently Neymar cupped and poured the hot water over Leo’s head, making sure to get it all out and avoid any soap going into his eyes. He slicked back his hair from his eyes and admired how peaceful he looked then placed a sweet kiss on his temple. Leo opened his eyes lazily and gave him a sleepy, blissful smile. Neymar sent him back a dazzling one then grabbed the soap and loofah and began to scrub Leo down. He made sure to take his time and really take extra care of his Leo. It wasn’t often that Leo let his guard down so easily, forgetting everything that bothered him, and gave himself entirely to Neymar so he always made sure he’d appreciate every single second when he did. He worked the soapy suds in between each finger and up his arms. Down his back, taking extra care to massage his shoulders slightly which prompted a small whimper from Leo. He worked the soap into his aching muscles under the water, lifting each leg up and scrubbing it clean. The whole time Leo watched him through half lidded eyes and Neymar occasionally glanced back to meet his gaze but otherwise there was a comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Finally he finished and rinsed off all the soap suds on his body. He turned around and grabbed the big white fluffy towel of the rack and handed it to Leo who stood up on two still slightly shaky legs in the tub. He wrapped it around his shoulders trying to dry himself off and keep the heat of the bath with him. Neymar couldn’t help placing a few kisses on his cheek at how adorable he looked. He quickly pulled the plug on the tub and picked Leo up once again who easily nestled his face into his neck. He placed a small kiss there and mumbled out a small “thank you” as he got comfortable in Neymar’s arms who flushed slightly at the gesture. Finally he set Leo down on the edge of the bed.

Leo watched as Neymar got out the lotion and kneeled down in front of him. He lifted each leg rubbing the lotion back and forth deeply into Leo’s skin. He inched higher and higher focused on covering every bit of slightly goose-bumped skin. Leo was still warm and his skin was soft from the bath. He let the towel drop and pool around his waist and Neymar continued with his face, back and arms, placing a kiss on each palm when he was done. He grabbed the clean socks, boxers and sweatpants and helped Leo get into them before swearing lightly under his breath.

“Shit, I almost forgot,” he stood up and walked around to the bedside table then came back with the VapoRub, “lie down,” Leo looked at him slightly skeptically, “what, don’t you trust me?” Neymar laughed as he sat down behind Leo.

“Of course I do, cariño. I always do,” he said matter of factly.

Neymar’s laughter simpered slightly and he flushed at Leo’s sudden bluntness and affection. Luckily Leo didn’t see it as he lied back into Neymar’s lap and closed his eyes. He unscrewed the tiny container and grabbed some of the strong smelling medicine and began to rub it into Leo’s chest. He listened intently to Leo’s breathing as his wheeze almost disappeared entirely with each movement of his hands.

“Your wheeze is almost gone,” he muttered into the quiet of the room. He finally grabbed the large sweater and, after making Leo sit up facing him, tugged it over his head, “see we’re done now. Wasn’t so hard was it meu amor,” he teased as he placed a soft kiss to his still damp hair, ruffling it a little in the process. He giggled when the older man batted away his hand from his hair but seeing the small smile on Leo’s face at his actions he couldn’t help but pull the man into a huge bear hug. Making sure not to be too rough seeing as the man was still sick. Leo wrapped his legs and arms around him and Neymar scooted back till he was sitting comfortably against the headboard.

He closed his eyes and stroked Leo’s back and neck soothingly as they both began to relax. However he quickly opened them when he felt something wet on his neck. The slight tremors running through Leo’s body told him he was crying softly. Leo didn’t cry a lot so Neymar’s worry quickly began to build up.

“Hey, hey amor what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” But this only seemed to make Leo let out a particularly strangled sob as he shook his head and wrapped himself even tighter around Neymar’s body, digging his face deeper into the crook of his neck. “Leo please, you’re scaring me. Can you please talk to me? Or face me? Please meu amor,” he pleaded as he brought one hand to Leo’s hair, softly tugging at the locks until Leo slowly removed his head from his neck. He took in a shuddering breath and wiped his face with the edge of the sweater before opening his glistening eyes and meeting Neymar’s worried, searching gaze.

“It’s nothing really, I just…” Leo turned his head down and took another deep breath as one more lone tear rolled down his face which Neymar was quick to swipe away with his thumb. He picked up Leo’s head in his hands and gently turned his face up to look him in the eye.

“Take your time amor. I’ll be right here waiting for you,” Neymar tried to encourage him as he swiped away another tear that rolled down Leo’s slightly puffy face.

Leo wasn’t sure whether it was the haziness of the meds or the tiredness brought on by the fever but he was feeling particularly vulnerable for once, “you’re just so good to me, cariño. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” another tear dropped, “gosh I wish I could kiss you right now but I don’t want to make you sick,” he laughed humorlessly as he sniffled lightly, rubbing at his face with his hand.

Neymar’s heart was beating so hard in his chest it felt like it had stopped altogether. He blindly pulled Leo into a soft kiss which Leo promptly pulled away from, “stop you’ll get sick.”

“I don’t care,” he muttered as he gently pulled Leo’s face back into another soft kiss. This time Leo didn’t pull away. He dug his hands into Neymar’s shirt as the other man kissed him tenderly trying to pour all his loyalty, love and devotion into a single kiss. Tears continued to trail down Leo’s face as he took in all of what Neymar felt. He broke the kiss lightly and pulled Leo closer to him, “you’ve done everything and more to deserve me amor and even if you hadn’t, I’d still be here with you.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to Leo’s neck. The older man once again resumed his previous position and buried his face into the crook of Neymar’s neck.

“Te amo Neymar,” he whispered as the tears started flowing harder at Neymar’s words.

“Shh it’s okay Leo. I’ve got you,” he whispered back as he tried not to get too emotional at Leo’s confession. He continued to stroke his back until slowly his shuddering intakes of breath evened out into slow breaths. Neymar maneuvered the both of them under the sheets and laid down on his back, still holding Leo close and fell into a deep sleep.

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When Neymar woke up a couple hours later he felt slightly panicked when he realized Leo was gone. But quickly relaxed when he heard the sound of the TV playing softly downstairs. He rubbed at his eyes then got out of bed and headed down stairs where, as expected, he found Leo wrapped up like a cherub in the living room quietly watching some movie in the dark, “hey,” Leo startled slightly at his voice but quickly relaxed, “why didn’t you wake me up?” He asked as he walked into the room and sat down next to Leo on the sofa.

“You looked tired, I figured I’d let you sleep. Besides I haven’t been up for too long,” he leaned into Neymar’s side who wrapped his arm around his shoulder, “don’t worry though. I already ate and took my meds. I even took my temperature again and it’s down to 36.8. I feel loads better now. Listen,” he switched off the TV, grabbed Neymar’s hand and placed it on his chest then sat absolutely still.

“You’ve stopped wheezing,” Neymar grinned widely at the realization pulling Leo into a huge bear hug. Leo laughed at Neymar’s contagious joy, “see, I’m a fantastic nurse.” He winked at Leo as he pulled away. They settled into a comfortable silence. “Come on let’s go back to sleep. You may be feeling better but you still need to keep resting.”

“I’m not sleepy yet.”

Neymar brightened up, “I could sing you to sleep,” he suggested gleefully.

“I thought we’re trying to sleep, not wake up the neighbours,” he teased which earned him a slight poke in his dimple.

“Shut up,” Neymar muttered playfully as he rolled his eyes. He glanced at the piano in the corner of the living room, “actually I’ve been practicing something for you,” he mumbled shyly, “I could play it for you now…if you want?”

“I’d love that,” Leo smiled at the thought of his Ney practicing something just for him. Neymar grinned widely and pulled Leo up by the arm, noting how he didn’t wobble on his legs anymore and lead them to the small seat in front of the sleek, black piano. Leo laid his head on Neymar’s shoulder as he opened up the lid to reveal the glossy keys within.

He took a deep breath in then began to play out a soft, slightly solemn tune. His fingers danced nimbly across the keys with a learned agility. Leo let his eyes flutter close and focused on each key Neymar played. The song was beautiful. Almost hauntingly so but it brought a certain sense of calming comfort to him. He could feel himself relaxing as the tune played out then finally it tapered off as Neymar finished playing.

They both sat in silence for a couple minutes before finally Neymar nervously asked, “what do you think? Did you like it?” He fidgeted slightly as he waited for Leo’s response.

He smiled lightly at the younger man’s anxiousness and placed a small kiss on his cheek, “it was perfect cariño.”

Neymar wrapped his arms around Leo tight and they sat silently for a couple more minutes before they both finally headed back up to bed.

For @dykemar … @gabrieljayzoos idk which one to tag?? But yeah as promised, a Neymessi sick!fic I hope you like it bestie🫢

#neymar #neymar jr #leo messi #lionel messi #psg #neymessi #neymessi fic #fluff #Spotify #meb writes

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le010n11 · 2 years ago

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I know valentine's day has already passed but i couldn't be selfish and keep this to myself.

i wrote a small fluffy neymessi valentine's day edition cause i needed one so bad.

(UNEDITED)

Valentine's day special.

Tbh i am so insecure about my writing, it's so childish and funny to read lmao. Probably gonna delete this later.

Apologizing in advance for any grammatical or spelling mistakes, I'm trying to improve.

Anyways hope u enjoy!

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herrera2k · 2 years ago

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Mile-High (Fluff)

Btw, h/c stands for home country

N/L= Native Language

Y/n poured the soft and mellow bottle of Cristal into the polished flute and listened to the tightly-knit bubbles pop. After pouring a few glasses of champagne, she placed them on a pale white tray and picked it up before walking out towards the wide aisle. She spotted an athletic and slightly lean figure with his legs crossed in a feminine fashion. He wore tight-ish light khakis, and clean, all white shoes. His foot jostled up and down, and his finger tapped his ankle. Upon looking and walking closer, she noticed that his wrist had a silver watch on it (and there was no ring on his finger) she mentally noted before snickering at the silly remark. Y/n was used to seeing attractive men, as she was a flight attendant for a private airline, meaning there was often profesional athletes, especially those in the premier league, so she kept it extremely profesional. There had been one time in which she met an athlete she had idolized since she was a young child, upon serving him some food, he grasped her hand, before muttering something in a foreign language, then winking at her. To say she was flustered would have been an understatement, however, she simply kept her cool and smiled, before speed walking back to her colleagues to practically fangirl about the occurrence.

Y/n continued walking down the aisle and stopped once reaching the first seat. There, in the posh, leather seats, sat a man with dark brown eyes to match his curly dark brown hair. He was reading a novel, his eyebrows furrowed as if he were concentrated. Y/n wasn’t stupid, she knew this was Cristiano Ronaldo, yet still, the sight caught her slightly off guard. She could see that he was focused on his book, so she slightly squatted to place the champagne on brown table in front of him. The sound of the flared base was barely audible, yet apparently it was loud enough to startle Cristiano. His eyes darted from his novel to her as he raised his eyebrows. Y/n’s eyes widen, and she lets out a mixture of an awkward laugh and a scoff.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, sir” she apologized, Cristiano then looked at her and bared a smile, revealing a set of white teeth. He then let out a deep and breathy laugh (which Y/n thought sounded a little funny) before assuring in a coy manner “It’s no problem, Querida.” Y/n paused while trying to remember what that meant, yet Cristino said “It means Darling.”

“Oh.” Muttered Y/n, she squinted her eyes and looked to the side, then let out another awkward laugh. “Well, thank you, Sir.” She began to walk down the aisle again, but Cristiano halted her. “Wait, sit down, could you keep me company for a few minutes?.” Y/n paused and looked around, her eyes then fell on her colleague, who was apparently listening, nodded towards her, and mouthed “Go ahead.” Before smiling and sticking out her tongue. Whilst still observing her friend, Y/n opened her mouth and stammered “Oh, yeah! Sure thing, Sir.” as she lowered herself onto the seat across from him.

“You can just call me Cristiano,” he assured, “And by the way, what’s your name?”

“My name is Y/n L/n.” She answered, “Tell me about yourself, Y/n.” he promptly requested. “Alright, well, I was born and raised in h/c. After I turned twenty, I decided to move to France as a flight attendant. I really enjoyed the idea of being able to travel, and it helped me to improve my speaking in many different languages.” She said as Cristiano stared at her, and listened intently, “I’m never really at my home in France, but I don’t mind, it’s honestly not my favorite place.” Cristiano then nodded before continuing his questions, “I love traveling too, I think my favorite place to have gone is probably Madrid. What about you, Y/n?” The sound of him saying her name sounded strange and exciting to Y/n, it felt so bizarre to converse so casually with such a notable person. “When I first became a flight attendant, one of my first flights was to Indonesia. In my opinion, the architecture and beauty is superior to any other place I’ve ever been.”

Y/n continued to ramble about the beautiful countries she had visited, whilst Cristiano observed the way she spoke and gestured so passionately. He could tell she was getting distracted and the topic got her excited. He believed that this was cute, he liked watching how fast her mouth moved, and the way her eyebrows raised and lowered frequently. She spoke in an animated sort of way, yet tried to keep her volume down in a courteous manner for the resting passengers. She’d occasionally drop remarks and jokes that caused him to bite his lip to keep from bursting out in laughter. As the conversation continued, Y/n’s became visibly much more relaxed. Her posture had shifted, and her legs had now been crossed in an awkward yet supposedly comfortable fashion.

“I recall you mentioned that you speak multiple languages, what do you speak?” He asked, “I’m fluent in English, Spanish, French and N/L.” “That’s brilliant! Do you speak any Portuguese?”

“No, but since I’m fluent in Spanish and French, I just conjugate when speaking with someone in Portuguese.” Cristiano nodded as Y/n continued to ramble about life as a flight attendant, and her education. Her words seemed almost trivial to him, as he couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. He was mesmerized by her obvious passion and speaking skills. Most guys often said things about not wanting a girl who talks much, but Cristiano was the exact opposite. He loved observing Y/n’s mannerisms and expressions, he would describe it as “intriguing.”

After what had seemed like an hour of talking, the pilot over the intercom abruptly proclaimed after some slight turbulence: “Flight attendants, prepare for landing please,Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing. Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into Turin, Italy.”

Y/n looked up towards the cockpit and slowly got up before Cristiano paused her. “Wait, Y/n, how long will you be in Italy before you have to get on another flight?” He asked.

She quickly paused to think, “Four days.” She answered.

“Perfect,” he interjected, “after my game tomorrow, do you want to go get dinner?” Y/n felt her face heat up, and looked around. “Yeah totally.” Y/n stammered. Cristiano then handed her his phone, signaling for her to place her number in it. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Cristiano.” Y/n said with a smile as she looked down at the screen and placed her number in his contacts. After that he didn’t say much, just “Thank you.” Before grinning and shaking her hand as she got up to walk back towards her colleague, who was practically stalking the two during their entire conversation. Y/n got up and trudged back to her friend who practically tackled her with questions once she knew everyone else was out of earshot.

“You got his number? The Cristiano Ronaldo? You’re a Mack daddy at this point.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Okay, never say Mack daddy again, but I guess I am quite a pimp.” She said as she giggled.

“Do you think he could set me up with one of the other team members?” Her friend rhetorically asked, causing the two to burst out in laughter. “I don’t know, he probably could.” Said Y/n as she shrugged. “Okay but, you have to let me help you get ready for the date, no exceptions, you owe me one for me taking over your service duties while you were flirting with a professional athlete.”

“Alright, you can help me get ready.” Y/n confirmed. Her friend did a silent cheer and a strange dance before slapping her on the back and exclaiming: “Thank you!”

Please let me know if you have any advice or criticism :)

#soccer #football #cristiano ronaldo #ronaldo #football imagines #fluff #world cup #princes street gardens #idk what it is #leo messi #athletes #football blurb #cute #fluffy

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