#NeymarJr one shot

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘵 | 𝘕𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘑𝘳 [ENEMIES TO LOVERS SORT OF VIBE]   SUGGESTIVE MINORS DNI

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You have been hired as a model to appear in a promotional photo session for a lingerie company. You don't find out who your companion is until you arrive at the shoot and encounter Neymar, a boy you despise as he once played with your heart.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦:  I have been working on this in-between request and it is finally completed c': I Love writing about Neymar so its no surprise all of the NeyNey imagines I've written are so long LOL. MORE NEYMAR JR RECOGNITION RAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Song that inspired this : You Know You Like It by DJ Snake, AlunaGeorge

[TRANSLATOR IS USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY BE WRONG]

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Your hands are firmly holding the cup of coffee as you lean against the kitchen counter. Taking a short sip, you pay attention to Riley, your manager, as she speaks. "The next shoot will begin in around two hours. Together with another male model, you'll be modeling for a company named Super Dry. The company is seeking a sexual-romantic mood, therefore you two will be very close. While Olivia and Justin work on you, I'll head out to grab everyone Chinese," she says, looking down at her wristwatch. You think to yourself- Ugh, I hate late shoots so much.. Why the hell would they want to start a shoot at 10pm?  "Wait- Do you know who my partner will be?" you ask. "Not yet," she shrugs. 

"Y/N we are ready," Olivia calls out from a room down the hall. You hurriedly drink the remaining coffee since you will need it. “Coming!” You enter the room and immediately sit down in the chair as the process of getting ready begins. When Justin, your hairdresser, starts with your hair, Olivia, your makeup artist, starts with your face. Although they aim to achieve a "natural look," getting dressed shouldn't take too long considering this is just an undergarment shot. Justin starts to say, "Y/N, you are lucky I love you so much because it is past my bedtime,” he sprays some water on your hair to make it easier to brush. You reply, "Your bedtime is 8 o'clock," while laughing. He says, "Of course," and nods. “How else am I supposed to look this handsome?” 

Olivia glares at him and points the makeup brush towards his direction, saying, "By not getting her to talk! I'm making her foundation appear nonexistent at the moment so I need her to remain still,” She then looks down at you and winks, “ Your face will resemble a baby's butt in smoothness once I'm finished.” "Are you saying my child doesn't have a smooth face?" Justin gasps. She threatens him with the brush, making him jump. You laugh at the sight of the two of them bickering, which makes Olivia glare at you as well. You hurriedly close your eyes and stop laughing so she can go on. She murmurs, "That's what I thought." and goes on. You love your team, and the fact that you're all best friends just makes it better. A model will undoubtedly be friends with her crew, with whom she spends all of her time, but you guys are unique in that you have known each other since your first year of college. You are all the same age as you were born in the same year. 

Your desire of becoming a model was something you always had as a child, and in your second year of college, it finally came true in the most unexpected way. You offered to walk the runway in the fashion show that your college was presenting for students majoring in fashion design. A day after the runway show, your phone was flooded with notifications, and you were collecting dozens of followers by the minute. It turns out that some of the footage that students in the crowd recorded of you went viral. And after a week, you received calls from a lot of modeling agencies. You decide to sign up with one of the modeling agencies, but you only agreed to a 3-year contract because you thought it would be sufficient time for you to truly establish your reputation. And boy, did it work even though it was a long shot. As the contract expired, you made the decision that it would be best to start freelancing so you wouldn't have to worry about any hidden agendas. Fast forward to the present, and everything is still going great. And throughout the process you were able to hire your best friends, who have supported you through everything. 

Riley is delivering what she promised—food for everyone—while you are getting your hair done. As you entered the room to get ready, Riley placed an internet order because she knew what everyone would want and is now currently en route to pick it up. Her phone begins to ring as she enters the restaurant,

 “Hello, this is Riley speaking.”

“Hey Riley, it's Clark the photographer for SuperDry! I just wanted to call you to let you know that we changed the room where the shoot will be held, it will be on floor 50 room 202 instead of 48 room 102.” She makes a mental note of the new information.

“Okay thank you… Also, is there any word who the male model will be? Y/N was wondering.” She asks as she takes a seat close to the pickup area.

“Oh yeah! The male model will be Neymar Jr, you know him right?” Her mouth fell open at the sound of his name, and she silently vowed that you are going to kill her. 

She chuckles softly and says, "Well, of course! I'll let Y/N know about this. We will see you later.” She says goodbye and hangs up the phone after that.

There is a very tangled history between you and Neymar Jr., but only in secret. Of course, your closest friends Olivia, Justin, and Riley are the only ones who are aware of what transpired between you two. Until you learned through the paparazzi that Neymar was making out with another female, you and Neymar had been in the "talking stage" for approximately a month and had even discussed starting a relationship. Even though this incident occurred more than five years ago, it still lingers in your memory. You wouldn't describe your feelings as heartbroken; rather, you would describe them as disappointed that the rumors about his reputation as a "playboy" were accurate. Riley debates whether or not to be honest with you because she knows that if you find out who you will be with, you will decline going to the photoshoot, however she also knows that this partnership will be a great benefit to your career. "Riley, pick-up order!" She is pulled from her thoughts by the worker's call. She approaches, smiles and says "thanks" to the employee before hurriedly leaving the restaurant with the food bags in hand.  Y/N please forgive me for what i'm about to do, she thinks to herself.

"All right, that's finished." As you turn to face the mirror, Olivia says, turning the chair. Your hair was naturally down, but the materials he used to style it gave it a "wet" appearance. "Thanks guys, what would I do without you," you say with a smile. Riley's voice can be heard saying, "Foods here!" just as Justin was about to speak. “Ooooooo food!” Justin quickly exits the room, you and Olivia trailing behind him. Riley places the plastic bag on the kitchen counter as the three of you are moving down the hallway. "Y/N I got you veggie lo mein so you can have something light in your stomach, Justin sesame chicken with white rice, Olivia orange chicken with white rice.” Riley hands you your food with a set of chopsticks while Justin and Olivia eagerly take theirs. You thank her and take a seat.Everyone settles down and eats together like a big happy family, chit-chatting here and there until the moment comes when you and Riley have to depart. "You two can stay the night here if you don't want to go home," you tell Oliva and Justin because you don't want them driving home late. They both shake their heads, ”Dont worry about us Y/N, Justin and I don't live too far from here. We will text you when we make it home.” Olivia says as everyone starts gathering their belongings so that you can all depart together. Olivia and Justin merely need to take their personal items and leftover meals as your studio area is where you always get ready. They don't need to grab any of their makeup or hair products. "Just remember to put on additional lip gloss before the shot because it just brings everything together," Olivia advises as everyone walks out of your condo. Indeed, I definitely won't forget. While you lock the door with your other hand, you show her the lipgloss to indicate that you still have it. Together, you all descend the stairs, say your goodbyes, and split ways. You get into Riley's car and she drives to the location of the photoshoot. While you scroll through Instagram on your phone, you ask, "So, did they tell you who I am shooting with?". “Apparently it is going to be a surprise,” she casually says. As you stare out the window, you nod your head without giving it much thought. After a short while of traveling, you arrive at your destination and find a parking space in the garage. You two exit the vehicle and enter the building, Riley leading the way as she's aware of the location of the appropriate floor and room. 

Riley curses silently as she walks down the corridor, looking at her phone. You ask, "Everything okay?," as she sighs. "I forgot to deliver my mom a cake I picked up for her earlier today and she needs it by tomorrow morning for a fundraiser event," "I'll just wake up at 4am to bring it," she says while running her hand through her hair. "4 a.m.?" you ask, shaking your head. “I don’t have any issue with you bringing it to her now… I can handle the shoot by myself, I'm a big girl.”  Also, don't worry about how I'm going to get home- I got it.” She casts a worried glance your way as the two of you approach the door because she's unsure of what you meant by your words. “Just call me when you are done and I can send over a driver.” She hugs you tightly, which you happily return. You tease her, "Sure Mom," and she laughs. You take your lip gloss out of your pocket and spread a layer of it on your lips as she turns to leave. You then knock on the door, only to have someone answer a minute later."Welcome, Y/N! You're as stunning as ever!" You assume that the man speaking is the photographer because he is holding a camera. Currently, the moonlight is perfect, so if you don't mind rapidly changing, that'll be fantastic. "Percilla takes her to the changing room to change," he says, snapping his fingers. He quickly vanishes, leaving you perplexed as you enter the condo. Several models are roaming around, and every few minutes, you can see the flashing lights of a camera snapping pictures. You had expected to have the place to yourself for your photo session, but it appears to be much more crowded than you had anticipated.

"Follow me," a girl says as she rushes to your side. You follow her and when strolling by, you notice that the majority of the staff are packing up their equipment. You figured that the models you saw must have been their final shoot of the day. The young woman motions for you to enter as she opens what appears to be a guest bedroom. A lingerie robe and undergarments are spread out on top of the bed. “The red set will be used for the photos first, followed by the gray and the black. As your manager has most likely informed you, we are seeking for a romantic attraction, therefore your bodies will be intimate. We also apologize for the noise and crowdedness of the living room when you first walked in as we fell a bit behind schedule with our shots, but most of the employees are currently packing up their belongings to go home. The master bedroom, which is the room next to his one, will be the location of the first shot.” Before she shuts the door, she says, "Go to that room after you're changed.” After seeing the door close, you let out a small breath, “Alright, let's get this show on the road.” Of course you love your modeling job, but what no one tells you is that modeling is all theatrical. Right now, for example, you have to act as if you are in a loving relationship with some random person. Maybe you should give acting a try next. You take off your clothing and put on the matching crimson red push-up bra and thong on. You then put on the lingerie robe, which is a see-through, sheer gown with a red feather on the lining to give it a more seductive appearance. "Damn I look nice," you say as you spin around a little in the mirror and take a look at yourself.

Then, as directed, you exit the bedroom and enter the room to the right. You enter the room with confidence. You recognize the photographer who previously answered the door for you, and you hear him yell, "Y/N!" as he approaches you. "We are so happy to have you here! I am deeply sorry about not being able to properly greet myself earlier,” He extends his hand for you to shake, "My name is Maxwell, and I am the head photographer for Super Dry Corporation." You shake his hand and give him your iconic smile, you say, "No worries! I am aware that things happen in life. Nice to formally meet you!” He responds, “Thank you so much for understanding. Now let's get started shall we?” As he approaches the bed, he gestures with his arm, "We can perform your solo shoot now while your partner changes so he can match you. We have already finished the male solo shoots." You climb to the top of the king-sized bed, its white silk sheets remarkably different from what you are wearing. As more moonlight enters the room through the balcony doors, you see Maxwell move over to his studio light and turn it to low so that the light reflecting off of you appears more natural. Right now, there is only you and Maxwell in the room.  “Alright, baby show me something sexy!” He leans slightly over you while standing on a short stool step, bringing the camera up to his eye to achieve a bird's eye perspective. You start slowly removing your robe while hearing the camera click. When the robe is open, you slowly bend your knee up while biting your lower lip and staring straight at the camera. “Perfect!,” Maxwell says, hyping you up. Laying there, you continue to strike various stances until rising to your knees and closing your eyes while running your hands through your hair. This would have been extremely uncomfortable for you if you weren't a model, but fortunately, this isn't your first time in this situation. Once some more time has passed, Maxwell takes the camera off his face, gets off the stool, and browses the pictures he has taken. “These shots are golden… we are definitely ready for Neymar now…” As soon as you heard him say Neymar's name, the smile that had been on your face instantly turned into confusion.  What name did he say? I hope I heard him wrong, you think to yourself. On cue, the woman who had earlier taken you to your room enters holding a box, followed by Neymar, who is just wearing a pair of red boxers.

Oh, youve got to be kidding me.

Neymar was engaging with her at the time and was not paying attention to you. He winks at her, and you cringe as you see her blush and smile. “Neymar you're just in time! I'm ready for you and Y/N to get some close ups.” Until your name is spoken, he doesn't even turn to look at Maxwell. For a split second, he fixes his gaze on Maxwell before turning to face you. His eyes briefly open when he recognizes your face, but as soon as he notices what you are wearing, his eyes quickly narrow and his lips curl into a smirk. Neymar had no idea you were going to be his shooting partner, but he can't say he's upset about it. Even though the two of you had a history, Neymar feels like you were the best partner he's ever had. Personality-wise and sexually-wise. The conclusion that you didn't like him was obvious given that you blocked him from all of your social media accounts. But, the fact that you were there gave him the opportunity to irritate you, and oh, did that idea thrill him. As you get up from the bed and start to move towards Neymar, you give him a fake smile. “Nice to meet you, Neymar.” You reach out your hand as if this is your first time meeting. Neymar participates in the act by reaching out to grab your hand and saying, "The pleasure is all mine, bonita (pretty)," as he elevates your hand to kiss the back of your palm.

You continue to smile at Neymar before turning your gaze to the girl walking over to Maxwell, both of them starting to talk about something. As you see they are not observing you two, you quickly yank your hand away from him and rub your hand against the robe to wipe away his germs. "I'd rather not feel the lips of someone who has kissed millions of people," you say in distaste. He replies, "But you were one of those millions of individuals, so what's the problem," with a slight chuckle. You mumble angrily, "Shut up, I don't even want to talk to you," and then stare at him, "We don't know one other. Play along.” "But my love, how can I forget how those lips felt around me?" he asks, gazing down at your lips. The steam pouring from your head would be visible in a cartoon version of this situation. Before you can react, Maxwell starts to approach you both and says, “Alright now that you two have been able to chat for a little bit- let's continue on shall we?” "Ladies first," Neymar says, winking at you. Seeing how phony your smile was toward him, he couldn't help but smile. You smile, "Oh such a gentleman," and turn to walk to the balcony. While walking, you could feel Neymar's eyes on your rear, so you move one hand behind your back and stick up your middle finger. 

Let the games begin, Neymar thinks to himself.

You and Neymar begin with straightforward poses while switching between several hues of the garments you were to market for the brand. Ney is first asked to sit on the edge of the bed by the photographer, who then instructs you to stand in front of him with one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching for the camera. Neymar gently places his hands on your waist as you two exchange confident looks. The photographer then instructs you both to lie down on the bed side by side with your knees crossed at the ankles and your heads supported by your hands. Ney comes out to shake your hand, and you do so while giving him a loving and secure expression. Of course you snuck in a few looks of displeasure here and there, and Neymar never took his smug expression off his face. 

The photographer also wanted pictures from the balcony. You are currently dressed in black underwear with a lace garter, and you can almost feel Neymar's eyes fixated on you.

The photographer instructs you to strike a pose outside on the balcony, with the lovely night sky and city lights behind you. You start with a basic standing pose, with one foot slightly in front of the other, and your arms resting gently at your sides.

Neymar approaches and stands behind you, and the photographer instructs you both to turn towards each other, one hand on your lower back and the other on Neymar's chest. Neymar grins down at you as you bite your lower lip. Neymar leans down to whisper in your ear as the camera starts to take pictures. You look at the camera and wink to make it seem like another natural pose so the photographer didn't speculate. “How could I not crave someone as gorgeous as you when you look at me like that?” You would be lying if you said you did not feel anything at that moment, and you hated that. You could feel your body temperature rising despite the minimal clothing you are wearing. As the photographer removes the camera from his eye to look at the pictures, you glare at Ney, “Can't you just be quiet?” Neymar's eyes are filled with amusement, “Can you make me?” As soon as you are about to respond, the photographer says, “Okay let's take a few more shots! I need you two to look seductive, you two can look at eachother or the camera.” He explains causing you to nod your head. It's time for you to trade roles because Neymar wants to tease you all the time. You push Neymar down so he can sit in the balcony chair and bend over so you're eye level with him, peering seductively into his eyes. You scan him up and down, almost as if you're examining him. Neymar's jaw tightens as he examines your body, his eyes now able to catch more of your cleavage. “Perfect Y/N!,” the photographer yells as shots are taken. Neymar smirks as he realizes what you are doing. He stands up and moves closer to you after a few more camera flashes. As you put your palm on his chest and fix your gaze on his green eyes, you are entranced by the scene in front of you. You couldn't help but feel aggravated by the situation you find yourself in right now. Only a few inches separate you two, which makes you heat up more. It's difficult to determine if you are burning up out of desire or just from the heat. You know the answer to that though.  You want him to give in and completely fill the space between you two. You want to caress his lips, stroke his hair with your palm, and breathe in his fragrance.

You feel tension between you and just want to give in. You do something you would never have imagined wanting to do again as the camera flashes, surprising not just Neymar but also the photographer. 

You kiss him.

Although surprised, Neymar gives you a kiss right away. As soon as you understand what you've done, you swiftly move away from him and ask, "Are we done for the night now?," behaving as if nothing had occurred. The photographer nods enthusiastically while gazing at his camera and enjoying the image he just captured. Who wouldn't, really? You recently received a picture of a notorious futebol player and a well-known model kissing while displaying your logo. Neymar is ready to speak, reaching out to hold your hand, but you hurriedly leave the balcony and enter the guest room you were in before the transformation.

Once you enter the room and lift your hands over your head, still in shock at what you just accomplished. Why on earth would you kiss someone so attractive? He is a jerk who messed with your heart in the past…….he has grown into  a very attractive jerk who is very kissable though. 

You grumble as you realize that your mind is tricking you and that you are not in control of the situation. You sigh and start to gather the clothes you were wearing when you arrived at the shoot. You hear a knock at the door as you are gathering your clothing. You don't give it much thought because you assume it is either the assistant or the photographer. You shout "Come in!" so they can hear you. You assume that the door is locked because no one enters the space after you said they could. When you have your clothes in your possession, you go to the door to open it, but the person behind it opens it before you get to the door. When Neymar emerges from the door, you give him a confused expression. e closes the door and moves towards you, "Neymar wha-," your sentence is cut short as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in for another kiss. As his tongue prods your mouth, he grunts against your lips. You want to feel his body heat against yours, so you pull him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck- dropping your clothes. Only the sounds of the two of you kissing each other and labored breathing can be heard. After pulling away, you ask him, "Why do you do this to me?" while panting heavily. Neymar licks his lips and quietly pant, ”Y/N. I want to get into contact with you again.” You continue gazing mesmerized into his eyes, unsure of how to respond, so you remain silent. “I'll think about it..” You mumble because you are unsure about the solution. Neymar gives you a lovely smile while starting to sing horribly knowing that Bad Bunny is your favorite artist, "As Bad Bunny said,

Contigo tengo que apretar  (I need to be careful with you)

Y en la calle ando suelto    (And in the streets I run free)

Pero por ti me quito          (But for you I stay in)

Si tú me lo pide'              (If you ask for it)

Yo me porto bonito            (I'll behave myself)”

"Sai do meu quarto, Neymar (Get out of my room, Neymar,)" you say, laughing at his ridiculous attempt to serenade you. "Would you unblock me so I don't have to constantly check your profiles from my private account?," he asks, causing your eyebrows to raise, "What?" 

"Nothing just unblock me Bonita (Beautiful), ," he says, smiling and waving as he walks out of the room.

You sigh as you see him leave the room. You can't let yourself be caught in his trap once more. You can't believe he even got you to laugh and that you kissed him twice tonight. You start mentally reciting a list of 100 reasons why you should despise him in order to avoid unblocking him and maintain your distance.

Later that night, you eventually unblocked him.

[leilakisakabiri]

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST

Gavi

─ ⭑Easy (angst)

─ ⭑ World Cup (fluff)

─ ⭑ Surprise (fluff)

─ ⭑ She's The Man (fluff)

─ ⭑ Spanish Boy (jealousy)

─ ⭑ Liar, Liar (angst)

─ ⭑ Match Day (fluff, angst)

─ ⭑ I Got You (fluff)

─ ⭑ You're Losing Me (angst)

─ ⭑ Haunted House (fluff)

─ ⭑ Jealousy, Jealousy (fluff, angst)

─ ⭑ Number One (fluff)

Pedri

─ ⭑ Try Not To Laugh Challenge (fluff)

─ ⭑ The Promises We Keep (fluff, angst)

─ ⭑ Once You Know (fluff, angst)

Neymar

─ ⭑ Afternoon Activities (fluff)

─ ⭑ Up All Night (fluff)

─ ⭑ Just For You (fluff)

[applejuicefruit]

hey beauty how are you?💜

i have an idea on my mind so hear me out😏

Reader and Neymar been dating for a while but one day she finds he cheated on her multiple times during their relationship so she broke up with him but one day she finds out also that she’s pregnant and she never told him because when they broke up she moved away but one day they meet each other again and she’s with the kid you can decide how to end it 💓💓

Thank you for requesting this I had so much fun writing it ❤️

This is pure angst I’m sorry!

Reader’s being a bitch but honestly who could blame her?

Consequences

5 years ago

You had the perfect life.

You had your dream job.

You had a wonderful house.

You had a lot of friends.

And most importantly, you had the man of your life by your side.

You were dating the super famous football player Neymar.

Your life was perfect or so you thought.

Neymar was a party man. He loved to party and to get drunk. It was like part of his DNA.

You, on the other hand hated to party. You hated loud music and big crowds but somehow you managed to be the perfect couple.

Until one night he was at some friend’s party and you were home, feeling sick and nauseous but you had no clue why, a friend of you sent you a picture that you wished you’d never seen. It was Neymar making out with a woman. She looked like a model. She was tall, thin and blonde. Basically your opposite.

Your friends texted you when they saw the picture because it went viral in basically zero minutes. But it wasn’t all. Neymar did the same thing with an other woman, this time she had short brown hair, still a model tho.

And both of pictures were from the same night.

You started doubting your relationship was perfect. You started asking yourself if this was the only time he did it or if he’s been cheating on you for months.

Your heart broke at the sight of those pictures and you couldn’t believe that Neymar would ever cheat on you. Not when a month ago proposed you. Not when now you were wearing a ring on your finger. Not now that you were at home taking care of his child when he was out somewhere partying and getting drunk.

You decided to pack your things and wait for him to get home. You didn’t want to stay in the same home of a cheater.

So you put all of your suitcases in your car and waited for him in the living room, already dressed up ready to go out of that house the moment you’d break up with him.

He came home around four in the morning.

And to your shock he wasn’t drunk. At all.

So at this point he had no excuses.

“Hey babe…what are you doing still up? It’s late” he asked you when he saw you on the couch

“I was waiting for you” you told him with a firm voice even if you just wanted to cry

“Oh really?” he teased you

“Yes. And also to tell you that I’m leaving”

“What-what you mean?”

“I mean we’re done” you stated standing up from the couch and removing your engagement ring

“Babe what are you talking about?” he asked you with a worried voice

“This” you showed him the first picture “and also this” you showed him the second picture and as he watched the pictures his face went completely pale. He remembered perfectly what happened but he didn’t want to tell you so he lied

“Baby I was drunk…” he laughed about it

“You weren’t or you would be drunk now Neymar. And even if you were, does that give you the right to cheat on me? Twice?” you asked him now completely crying

“No baby don’t cry” he tried to hug you but you avoided him

“Don’t touch me!”

“Baby…I swear it didn’t mean anything to me, you’re the woman I love please baby” he looked at you with his puppy eyes and you almost gave in. Almost.

“No Neymar. You cheated. You made the mistake and now you’re paying the consequences” you said

“Baby you can’t leave me. What about me? What about Davi? You know he can’t live without you” he said knowing how much you cared for Davi

“Don’t bring him in this conversation!” you said back angrily

“You can’t leave us baby…” he said now crying

“I made a decision and that’s final…I hope they were worth it” and with that you left the house, ignoring his cries and his begging.

You drove for hours before finding an hotel where you could rest.

That night Neymar cried all his tears.

He was heartbroken but also mad at himself for all the pain he caused you.

———————————-

One month after breaking up you found out you were pregnant. With his baby.

You debated if you should tell him or not, deciding in the end that you wouldn’t tell him. This baby would be better without him.

You moved to London just a few weeks after. You found a new job.

A new house.

And you were ready to start your life all over again.

—————————————

NOW

It’s been five years from that night and even if it still hurt you the way you ended things you couldn’t ask for a better life. You had a beautiful four years old daughter, Maya, and she was the love of your life.

You both happily lived in London.

She was attending preschool and you were working for a big agency in the city center.

Nothing could go wrong right?

Wrong.

One morning you and Maya were waiting for your breakfast in your favorite London bar when his voice called you from behind.

“Y/n?” he said and you pretended you didn’t hear but Maya made it clear someone was calling for you

“Mama someone is calling you!!” she said happily and you smiled at her. You turned around and saw him.

He was handsome like always.

“Hi…” you said shyly

“It’s been so long from that…ehm…night. How are you?” he asked you

“I’m good. How about you? I’ve seen you’re playing for PSG” you said and in that moment you cursed yourself for mentioning it

“Yes, I’m in Paris” he said awkwardly

“I love Paris!!” Maya said out of nothing and Neymar looked at her. He was confused.

“Y/n…who is she?”

“She’s my daughter Maya” you said pointing out ‘mine’ because she was only yours

“Is she…?” he wanted to ask you if she was his daughter but you stopped him

“Not here” you said angrily “Maya honey why don’t you go ask the barman if our breakfast is ready? The one who always gives you the candies you love” you told her in a soft voice and she happily nodded and left

“So she’s my daughter” he stated now getting a bit mad

“Only by DNA”

“I could have been in her life! You had no rights to take her away from me!” he whispered-shouted to you

“You’ve lost every rights on ger the night you decided to cheat”

“That’s not fair! She deserves a father in her life”

“No she doesn’t! It’s me and her and we’ve been doing amazing for four years, why should it change now?”

“Because I want to be in her life! She’s my daughter y/n, she’s my blood!”

“Blood doesn’t make a family and you know it” you said looking straight into his eyes

“I want to be a part of her life”

“No. Absolutely not. We don’t need you. She doesn’t need you…”

“Y/n you can’t do this to me…”

“Yes I can, watch me” you stopped talking the moment Maya came back with hand full of candies.

“Joe says our breakfast is coming, is your friend staying mommy?” Maya asked in her sweet voice

“No he’s leaving. He has to go back to Paris. Forever” you said to Maya while never removing your look from Neymar’s eyes. His heart broke when you said those words. You didn’t want him in her life and you made it clear.

“Yes I have to go back home…it was meeting you Maya” he said almost tearing up.

Maya greeted him and kept eating her candies.

You made the right decision not wanting him in her life? Right?

The moment Neymar got back to his hotel, he broke down crying.

You really hated him and in the end it was all his fault. You said it that night. He had to live with the consequences of his own mistake.

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A nightmare- Neymar Jr

Summarises: Davi Lucca has a nightmare and Neymar sleeps too deeply to wake up then these the mother of the young boy who leaves comforts him…

Characters: young!Neymarjr x young!Y/N x young/DaviLucca

Number of words: 485

☽ ☾

“Mamae!” Davi Lucca had called from his room. When Y/N opened her eyes, she moaned with fatigue by doing the simple action. She tried to snuggle up to Neymar while he rubbed her back. She glanced over the man's shoulder and noted the hour in a corner of her head.

1:54

Y/N sighed before closing his eyes.

"Mamae!" Davi was still complaining. The woman opened her eyes again before unraveling herself from Ney' and she kissed him on the forehead before getting up to get out of bed.

Y/N grabbed Neymar's shirt on the dresser and put it on his back. She left the parental room before venturing into the dark and dark corridor to Davi Lucca's room.

"Mamae!" The young boy continued. Y/N opened the door before venturing into the boy's room, lit by the bedside lamp. Davi was a sobbing mess.

The young woman approached the bed and when Davi saw his mother, he held out his arms for her to take it. She pulled him on her knees and sat on the bed. She rocked him back and forth, hiding him and rubbing his back.

"What's wrong, meu coração?"

“I had- I had a nightmare… he was taking me… far from you… and… daddy was there but couldn't do anything…" Davi started sobbing again for long minutes. Y/N had a pinch in her heart when she saw her son cry and she squeezed him even harder than before.

"No, no… meu coracão, no one will take you and do that. I promise you meu bebê… it was just a bad dream, not reality." She was stifling him but she took him away to face him. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. She then wiped her son's wet eyes with her thumbs before kissing his forehead.

“Do you promise me?" Asked the boy in a small voice. Her lips made a very cute pout.

Y/N laughed and nodded.

"I promise you, my dear! Is it better now?" Asked the woman.

Davi nodded hesitantly.

"Do you want to sleep in Mamae and Papai's room?" Asked Y/N. Davi nodded vigourously, before bending over and catching his teddy bear.

"Okay!" Y/N expired and got out of bed. She turned off the bedside lamp and continued to rub circles on Davi's back.

Y/N returned to the corridor before entering the room, where Neymar was still sleeping. Y/N put a leg on the bed before bending over to put the young boy in these arms. She followed suit just after her gesture and lay down next to him. Davi Lucca curls up next to his mother and rests his head on his chest. She kissed him on the head and passed her fingers through her smooth hair. She couldn't dream of a perfect family by watching the two men of her life, sleeping with her.

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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭.

𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 + 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹

𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚

(very nasty, if you ain’t nasty, don’t @ me! + the poorly translated english)

“i fucking hate you.” i growled under my breath, shaking my head at how calm he is after he just straight up played me in my face.

another female? just giggling and smiling all up in his face, just plain up enjoying it, after mostly ignoring me whole night…

i got something for his ass.

i mostly held it over his head all night.

(slight flashback)

neymar’s teammates surrounded him as they all laughed about the game that they just recently won, making me roll my eyes.

i took it apon myself to introduce myself..

i walked up to them as i fake smiled at the woman, making me want to punch her dead in the face.

“hi! im maria. your name?” she asked.

“get out my face.” i spat, as her eyes went wide, making neymar sigh.

“ney…can we go?” i whispered to him before she interrupted again

“princesa, para. agora não.” neymar warned under his breath. (princess stop. not now.)

“ney can we finish this conversation please?” maria asked, like it was important…

what???

“sim... me dê um segundo.” he nodded her way before he pulled my hand aside. (yes, just give me second.)

“amor, estou ocupado agora. íamos sair em alguns. seja paciente minutos, ok?” neymar pleaded as i looked up at him, frowning. (love, im busy right now. were gonna leave in a few. be patient, okay?)

i huffed and nodded before i sat down at the table, getting irritated at her walking back up to him again.

a few minutes later…

i texted his phone, knowing i was ready to go, blowing him up. ‘im ready to fucking go.’

ney : por que princesa? are u okay? is something wrong? (why, princess?)

me: i don’t even wanna talk about it. im ready to go, ney.

ney : we will leave in a few minutes, promise.

soon as i left it on read, i huffed at how many people at his reserved table were surrounding me, trying to talk to me, me just fake smiling hoping they would get the message that i didn’t wanna be bothered, the long ‘few’ minutes took 30 damn minutes.

me being fed up, i called neymar’s phone, him looking at it, before excusing himself to go outside, his voice awnsered the phone.

“h-” before he could even start, i stood outside of the event, sitting on the bench at by the parking lot, cold as ever.

“what happened to a few fucking minutes?” i rudely spat in the phone, wanting out of this place, the more that female pranced around him and his teammates, making conversations with them, and HIM? pissed me off to fucking oblivion.

“eu sinto muito amor. fiquei em contato com a imprensa e minha equipe respondendo a perguntas e outras coisas.” neymar explained, feeling bad. (im sorry love. i got caught up with the press & my team still awsnering questions and stuff.)

“please, you’ve been talking to that bitch, that’s had your attention all evening? but not paying attention to me? was that bitch apart of the press? hm?” i smartly remarked in the phone, rolling my eyes.

“im sorry for not paying attention to you, amor. but…drop the attitude. i said i was sorry.” neymar huffed, running his hand down his face.

“and where are you anyways?” neymar asked.

“don’t fucking worry about it, you weren’t worried about me earlier while you were up smiling in that bitch face, right?” you protested.

neymar grew fustrated with me the whole entire time i was ranting.

“oh but ‘drop the attitude’? kiss my ass, ney. go continue to laugh in her fucking face, im fine.” i spat in the phone before hanging up, i was looking for an available uber around town.

neymar was embarrassed, mad and furious that i would think those things, i sure did.

the attitude all night, and purposely hanging up and leaving him on seen for the next hour, as he was trying to look for him, was the last straw.

literally.

he left the event early, finding us outside.

he wasted no time, yanking my arm towards the car as my heels clicked against the concrete, trying to catch up with him.

i yelped once he got in the car, starting it as he didn’t bother to open my door, making me mentally roll my eyes.

the car ride was so quiet, but the energy throughout…it was tense��very.

“i don’t even know why i even rode with you, shoulda taken a fucking uber.” rolling my eyes as looked at him, before i looked out the window…taking in at how fine he looked…while pissed.

he barely gets mad but…this time, he looked very mad.

maybe i am just acting out for attention…

“i fucking hate you.” i spat one last time, folding my arms as i sat in that same position, until we got home.

he plainly got out and slammed the door, as my mouth hung open, getting out as i trailed behind him, slamming the car door as i he let me in the house first, me humming insults under my breath before pushing me on the couch, making me yelp once again.

“what the fuck, ney?” i yelled at him, as he towered me, as his stare burned holes inside of me as i refused to stare up at him.

“now look at me. ive put up with this bullshit attitude from you all damn night y/n & the smart ass comments you’ve made all night.” neymar spoke, looking at me before i huffed.

“well if you-” i almost began before his hand made it around my jaw, forcing me to look at him, flooding my panties.

“shut up.” neymar let go as i got turned on by the minute.

i was taken back tho…did he just?-

“what did i tell you before we left earlier? hm?” he asked, me moving my head to the side, rolling my eyes, he hated that.

“don’t make a scene…” i spoke lowly.

“exactly. and what the fuck did you do?” neymar growled.

“it was for a reason-” i almost said before he threw me over his shoulder, making me punch at his back to ‘put me down!’ or either cussing him out once again the whole way upstairs.

i was thrown on the bed before i scooted back, sitting up.

“come here.” neymar pointed at the edge of the bed, causing me to say ‘no’ under my breath as his hand gripped my ankle, unstrapping my heels as i stared at the whole interaction.

neymar placed me over his knee before his hand grazed my backside, easily sliding up my dress to access it, before harshly smacking it, making me moan out by pure accident, before biting down on my lip.

i missed his touch really…maybe i got what i needed & what i wanted in the end.

i squirmed in his lap as he slapped my ass again, leaving a light handprint, making me yelp again.

“neyyyy…” i whined, biting down on my lip, feeling myself become undone in his hands, my attitude left so quickly.

“i thought u hated me earlier? fuck me? hm.” neymar chuckled, before slapping my ass once again, i was eating all those words from earlier.

“im sorry…” i whined again, jolting forward from the hard slap, before neymar smirked before sliding my panties aside, rubbing my swollen bundle of nerves.

“for what?” neymar looked down at me, feeling my body tense up at his cold fingertips touching it.

“f-for causing a s-scene…” i softly moaned, feeling one of his fingers slide inside of me, causing a gasp to spill out.

“and?” neymar smirked, plunging his finger in out of my wetness before smoothly curving it

“oh fuck, ney!” i moaned loud enough for him to hear, as moved his finger around, adding another one.

i was fucking losing it.

“don’t go quiet now…” neymar yanked a handful of my hair, making me gasp, making his lips touch my ear.

“talk.” his voice huskily spoke in my hear, as i felt my legs shake.

“a-and talking back.” i felt my mouth spill wide as his fingers sped up, hitting my spot so easily as my moans got louder.

“good fucking girl…don’t you even think about it.” neymar warned, slapping my ass before yanking my hair again as he felt me clench around his fingers as he abused my spot over and over again…

lord the pleasure i felt on my end made me feel…euphoric.

“i c-can’t hold it…please? uhhh fuck.” i whimpered, feeling myself sprew out tears of the overstimulation that he applied on me.

he pulled his fingers out of my wetness before i groaned, almost about to cuss him out before he placed a nice arch in my back..running his tatted hand down it.

“shut up and arch it for me.” neymar said before i did what he said.

lord…what did my mouth just get me into?

“you know i love you and only you, amor?” neymar sweet talked me, feeling his lips trail down my shoulderblade, all the way down to my middle back.

“y-yes…” i bit my lip, he wanted not to only punish me, but show me what was his, and he wanted me to get just that message.

“so why we’re you so worried about her?” neymar kissed my ear, trailing more of them down my neck, feeling a moan spill out.

i felt my nerves tingle, before i felt my eyes roll back at how much my body was going through at once.

“hm?” neymar bit down on my back a bit, making me stuff my face in the pillow above me.

before i could speak, i felt myself scream at him filling me up with all of it, making me clench on the pillow, my grip wasn’t untightening anytime soon.

his hands rubbing all down my love handles and backside as his strokes got rougher and faster, making my mouth fly open as my body jolted forward with every stroke he gave me.

“neyyyy!” i pratically screamed in the pillow as his strokes proved how mad he was still at me…just purely killing my insides.

“say it again.” neymar groaned, slapping my ass once again, before pulling my hair all the way back, his index finger and thumb gripping my jaw, forcing me to keep my eyes on him.

“say it…say my name for everybody to fucking hear it.” neymar growled to me, as my moans were struggling to come out, just pure squealing sounds.

“papiii! im s-sorry! oh my goddd.” i screamed out as i looked at him, as he whispered sweet nothings to me, degrading me every chance he got, with some praise as well.

“damn right you’re sorry.” neymar brung his second hand around my neck as he stared down at all my love faces, and watched me become undone in his hands.

“right there! oouuu im gonna c-cum!” i whimpered, struggling to get out as my eyes rolled back as my eyes fluttered closed.

“fuck, fuck, fuck yes…yes, yes yes!” i chanted under my breath…

“you wanna cum? huh slut?” neymar smirked, slowly grinding his hips against mines, as i felt a shallow scream release my throat, before nodding my head ‘yes’ fastly.

“beg for it. show me you deserve to cum, princesa.” he whispered to me as i hunched forward, my lash coming off as he his strokes slowed down, as i pushed back, fucking him back slowly as he watched every move i made.

“i rubbed myself as the side of my face was pushed in the mattress feeling myself cry louder. “ouu shit, baby!” i moaned before my muscles relaxed, making my mess as i breathed out.

out of nowhere, he flipped me over, towering me as my legs were put on his shoulders, gripping the sheets besides me.

he was not done.

“oh!-” gripping the sheets for more leverage as the skin clapping got louder, i felt every inch again and again with every stroke, felt like heaven.

“i love you, amor.” neymar groaned, feeling himself get close to his peak as well, slapping my ass again, before caressing.

“who’s is it?” neymar asked, throwing his head back as he felt me clench around him again, as i bent my knees back, holding the back of them before his hand made in contact with my neck, feeling my eyes come into contact with him…

he looked so fucking fine.

“y-yours…it’s all yours papi.” i moaned in encouragement, biting my lip before his strokes got more sloppier.

“y/n…” he called out, before he placed his hands besides my head, feeling his strokes roughen as they came to a stop as he groaned loudly before releasing inside of me.

“open.” neymar demanded as i opened my mouth, before he spit in it, grabbing my neck as he sloppily kissed me, making me moan in the process. nasty.

“i love you, amor.” neymar spoke against my neck, making me smile.

“i love you too.” i weakly smiled, he wore me out.

(how did i do? 😩) love y’all and im backk!

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Top 10 Fittest Players in the World Cup 2018

The FIFA World Cup is a soccer tournament that unites people internationally and brings pride to teams that are representing their countries. It takes a great amount of discipline, talent, and practice to be a part of the teams that even qualify for the World Cup, but there are only a handful of players that actually go the extra mile to increase their strength and endurance by eating well and working out even when the season is over. These are the players that are most reliable and contribute the most to their teams.

The HFR team and Samir Becic, author of the Harper Collins fitness book ReSYNC Your Life, and 4-time #1 fitness trainer in the world researched the World Cups most remarkable players and deciphered the fittest among them.

Here are the Top 10 Fittest Players that the 2018 FIFA World Cup in alphabetical order:

Antoine Griezmann

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Europa league winner while playing for the Spanish Club “Atletico Madrid”  

Made is debut the French Professional club “Real Sociedad” in the 2009-2010 season where he performed extremely well scoring five goals in four games of the pre-season campaign

Won the Euro 2016 Golden Boot award

Has scored 79 goals for Atletico Madrid in his career with them  

Has scored 40 goals for  Real Sociedad in his career with them

Was awarded Euro 2016 Topscorer award

A previous European Under 19 champion

Most of his workouts are based around the Atletico Madrid pre-season training regime which  focuses on ball handling and stamina by doing drills such as toe touches with a soccer ball and multiple footwork drills

You will see that Antoine Griezmann mainly gets his workouts from practicing his on the training field. Rather it’s him working on his side shots with Atletico Madrid or just working on his ball handling skills with the French team he is always wanting to do something related to soccer  

He does he keep himself physically active with other fun recreational activities rather it be driving golf balls at the range or him shooting some free throws on the court    

Antoine Griezmann diet mainly consists of healthy carbohydrates due to the high amount of energy that soccer requires

Occasionally will enjoy some sweets every now and then

Being French, he also drinks wines occasionally but only for very special occasions like his honeymoon   

Cristiano Ronaldo

Vencedores

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Has won Ballon d’Or 5 times, World Player of the Year, Golden Boot, and World Club championship which are a few of the many awards that he has received while playing Manchester United and Real Madrid CF.

He also received the Guinness World Record for the most goals in UEFA Champions League season.

Ronaldo trains at the gym by starting off with a cardio based warm-up and then working out with a mix of cardiovascular training and weights, such as rowing and barbell squats, exercises targeting all body areas.

Unsurprisingly, he eats well and regularly with a diet of high protein, whole-grains, and fruits and vegetables eaten in six smaller meals throughout the day.

Denis Cherysev

Hoy es día de descanso. Mañana nos ponemos las botas otra vez!!

Сегодня выходной, бутсы только завтра наденем

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Winning the Sevilla FC Europa League in season 13/14 and Real Madrid Champions League 15/16, Cherysev shouldn’t be overlooked for he is lucky since he had a rough period in “Copa-gate” Euro 2016, but has proven to be a vital player for the Russian team with 2 Man of the Match trophies and 3 goals after two games.

Besides participating in regular practice, Cherysev likes to surf on his down time which takes a lot of balance and core strength and train with a lot of cardio exercises, such as hurdle sprints and zig-zag jumping

He is not one to stick to a strict diet so he balances his meals and indulges in a sweet treat once in a while

Edinson Cavani

Últimas actividades ”Winter Tour Qatar”.

#VisitQatar Dernières activités ”Winter Tour Qatar”.

#VisitQatar Ultime attività ”Winter Tour Qatar”.

#VisitQatar Last activities ”Winter Tour Qatar”.

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Edinson Cavani has won Ligue 1 Player of the Year,

Has won Ligue 1 Top Goalscorer twice,

Edinson Cavani was awarded CONMEBOL FIFA World Cup Qualification Top Goal Scorer 2018 with 10 goals.

On fitness, Edinson Cavani can be quoted as saying “once you get to a professional level, being a footballer is like being a machine. You must look after your body, especially when preparing for the new season.”

His training is similar to Neymar’s as they both play for PSG. On his Instagram, you’ll find training photos of him deadlifting, working on his core, or recovering with some cryotherapy.

On his Instagram, Cavani can be seen cooking up a meal after a match win.

The meal his high protein with plenty of colorful vegetables.

While you may occasionally spot him enjoying a glass of wine, Cavani takes his nutrition just as seriously as he takes his training.

Jordan Pickford

Good day at @unit29fitness getting ready for Monday

#Everton #sendthemin

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Pickford is a 24 yr old Goalkeeper for England’s soccer team

Everton Players’ Player of the Season: 2017

Everton Young Player of the Season: 2017–18

England Under-21 Player of the Year: 2017

Pickford made sure to watch what he ate in preparation for this World Cup.

Lionel Messi

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As an Argentinian legend, Lionel Messi has won the Ballon d’Or 5 times.

Lionel Messi is a 4-time European Golden Boot winner,

Lionel Messi is a World Cup Golden Ball Winner,

Was a 4 time La Liga Top Scorer,

Was a 5-time Champions League Top Scorer,

Lionel Messi is a 2-time UEFA Best Player in Europe Award winner.

Craig Friedman, who designs training programs for professional and elite athletes, believes that Messi, in order to maintain his speed on the field and ball-handling abilities, divides his workouts into linear and multi-directional speed.

The workouts focus on movement preparation, plyometrics, and movement skills, featuring the following exercises: lateral bounds, 3-hurdle drills, and acceleration drills.

After struggling with vomiting during games, the Argentinian switched to a plant-based diet that focuses on five key foods, water, olive oil, whole grains, fresh fruits, and fresh vegetables. After switching to this diet, Messi lost approximately 3 kilograms.

Luka Modric

Win before heading to the World Cup!

Hvala Slavonijo…

#CroSen 2:1 #IznadSvihHrvatska

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One of the best players Croatia has,

Luka Modric is a 4x Champion League Winner,

Is a previous Spanish Champion

Luka Modric is a previous Spanish Cup Winners,

2-time Spanish Super cup winner,

3-time FIFA World Cup Winner,

3-time Croatian Champion,

3-time UEFA Super Cup Winner,

2-time Croatian Cup winner,

7-time Player Of The Year.

It’s easy to know which players stayed in shape when preseason training comes along. Modric has come a long way and did not slack during offseason because according to Mirror Sport UK he is a fitness freak.

He is 5 ft 7¾ in or 172 cm and weighs 67 kg or 148 Ibs and despite his size, he pushes himself to earn the title as one of the best midfielders in his era.

He shares himself on his personal Instagram page doing exercises like lifting weights, doing lots of field drills.

Modric Eats a clean diet and lives a healthy life. He does not smoke and hardly drinks.

Neymar de Silva Santos Jr

Máximo respeito por ti ídolo @romariofaria

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neymarjr (@neymarjr) on Jun 10, 2018 at 9:38am PDT

Neymar de Silva Santos Jr is a forward for the Soccer team of Brazil

Won four Player of the year awards straight

Has 202 club goals from 346 appearances

53 goals from 83 international appearances

Joined the youth side of Portuguese team Santos FC at age 11

Made his debut for the Portuguese team Santos FC where he scored 14 goals in 48 games in his debut season winning him the “Best Young Player” Award

Scored 70 goals and assisted 35 times in 134 appearances in his club career

He led his club to their first Copa Libertadores title in 43 years

In 2016 Rio Olympics Neymar led Brazil as the captain of the team and scored the only goal in the 1-1 draw between Brazil and Germany. He help take home the winning penalty in the shootout to win Brazil its first Olympic football gold medal.

He first starts his workout by stretching and focusing on flexibility. Once he’s finished stretching he then averts his attention to strength building exercises such as squat jumps, rope skipping, hopping hurdles and short sprints. His second phase of his workout helps him focus mainly on his movement. Neymar starts the part of this workout by doing pillar steps, forward lunges and multi directional lunges.

He also uses plyometrics to increase his fast twitch fibers which help him with speed overall

When he goes to the gym he does a circuit which allows him to not only build muscle but endurance

His diet consist of around 2600-3200 calories a day

Divides his caloric intake into two main groups 60% coming from carbohydrates and 30% coming from protein with the last 10% coming from fats

Mainly eats complex carbs to give him plentiful amounts of energy

Avoids proteins that contain a large amount of cholesterol and fat

Has multiple small meals a day to keep his metabolism going

Romelu Lukaku

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As a Premier League Football and Belgian National Team star, Romelu Lukaku, at just 25 years old has been named a Europa League Top Scorer and been on an FA Cup Winning Team.

Standing at 6’4”, Romelu has his size as an advantage. However, he continues to push his body to its limits to increase his power and pace using TRX cables, dumbbells, core exercises, plyometrics and reaction drills.

He also uses ladders, short sprints with resistance bands, and longer sprints with a weight sled.

In addition to the training he does with the team, he also trains five times a week at home. In a Youtube video with Nike Training, Lukaku claims that “you train how you play” a mantra that drives him to pushes him to train harder than his opponents.

In his earlier years as a player, Lukaku struggled with junk food cravings and, during the summer would indulge in “burgers, pizzas, and everything[he] loves.”

However, Lukaku now limits his red meat intake due to a belief that it has negative effects on his tendons.

He has a chef who prepares him protein dense meals and sweet potato and porridge in the mornings.

Now that he’s older, Lukakut claims to “try to be careful with food in general.”

According to Samir Becic, founder of HFR, Lukaku needs to lose 10 lbs.

Xherdan Shaqiri

#XS23#hoppschwiiz#worldcup2018#elhamdulillah

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Xherdan is a 26 yr old right winger for Switzerland

Previous Champions League Winner,

3-time German Champion,

2-time German Cup Winner,

3-time Swiss Champion,

2-time Swiss Cup Winner,

Previous Fifa Club World Cup Winner,

Previous UEFA Supercup Winner,

Previous German Super Cup Winner,

2-time Footballer of the year.

By just looking at Shaqir you can tell he cares very much  about fitness.

Shaqiri is 5’7 159 lbs and has an impressive work out plan, from intense field workouts like lunges, pulls, plyometric jumps and many more

It is obvious that he also never misses a leg day. We found this video of him showing a little of his workouts on Youtube

There’s no exact reported diet but Shaqiri speaks about being responsible with the way he eats and knowing how to behave.

  Honorary Mentions:

  Ahmed Musa

There is no better way to describe my feelings for the club than this: “Thanks a lot for making the club a fun place to be. Your contributions to my success in football will forever remain in my heart. Many thanks for your support, guidance, and encouragement. I enjoyed working with you. Will not forget to say a big thank you to the coaches,my team mates the management and the fans. CSKA will always be in my heart

.

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Musa is one of Nigeria’s top soccer players and showed his ability to follow through on game two with Ice Land by scoring the remarkable shot that won the game for the team.

He won the Russian championship three times,

Was a previous Russian Cup Winner,

2-time Russian Super Cup Winner,

Was a previous Africa Cup Winner

As far as fitness goes Musa believes that fitness is very important to him as he opens up a fitness center in his home town Kano Nigeria.

From his social media outlets Musa loves field practicing, running and light weight training

Musa does not have a particular diet, he enjoys several of his native dishes but makes sure to stay clear from drugs and alcohol.

Ludwig Augustinsson

CHAMPIONS LEAGUE

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European under 21 Champion,

3 time Danish Cup winner,

2 time Danish Champion,

Swedish Cup winner.

Augustinsson loves to train but emphasizes that having fun while exercising is when you are doing it right. To him, if it feels right then it’s good enough, like barbell deadlifts.

Augustinsson also seems to have a high protein and carb diet by eating foods such as sushi and meat with potatoes

  Harry Kane

3 points

3 goals

#UCL #COYS #ChampionsLeague #hattrick

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Two time top scorer with the Premier League

Two time top scorer with the Tottenham Hotspur

Was named the Premier League of the Month six times

Included in the PFA young player of the year three times

Received the  Premier League Golden Boot award twice

He won against Southend United by scoring a hat trick

His weekly training regimen involves three-hour outdoor training sessions with additional gym sessions

Play different sports like cricket, golf, and American football

His gym sessions involve mountain climber push-ups, vertical jumps, plank pushups, leaning tower lunges, shoulder taps and many more workouts that he alternates between

His diet starts with eggs brown toast and spinach in the morning

For lunch, he has chicken breast with mixed vegetables

Tries to focus on carb consumption during either during lunch or dinner

Snacks on nuts, fresh fruits, or natural yogurt

Makes sure he’s hydrated by drinking plenty of water

  Isco Alarcon

Mañana empieza @laliga ! A por todas

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Isco has 4 Champion League Titles, 1 La Liga Title, 3 UEFA Super Cups, and 3 Club World Cups all under Real Madrid.

He is known for his close passes and has scored 10 goals earning him 26 caps for Spain.

Isco knows being is shape is very important so he works out in the gym a lot while training with things such as hurdle sprints.

He also enjoys other activities such as swimming which is great for the legs.

Isco likes to eat with his friends and family when he can. He eats balanced diet, however, will have a “bad” snack or two even while training.

  Radamel Falcao

Mi princesa más pequeña

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Radamel Falcao is a two time Europa League Top Scorer and the All-Time Top Scorer for Colombia.

Falcao’s career hit a road bump when he injured his knee and was unable to play in the 2014 World Cup. However, in the two years following this injury, Falcao focused on his rehabilitation, working to return to his former glory.

On his Instagram he can be seen working on his balance and core with stability balls and TRX bands.

Falcao plays for AS Monaco, a club that focuses on educating their players on the benefits of a healthy lifestyle and how eating right can benefit their performance.

The players diets are personalized by nutritionists and their blood is drawn to ensure that they are well hydrate and receiving the all nutrients that they need.

  Takashi INUI

昨日、一昨日は休みで２連休でした(^^) 家族でSan Sebastián に泊まりで行ってきました

２日連続で海に入りました

ちょっと冷たかったけど、気持ちよくて楽しかったー

      泳いだり、久しぶりに山作ってトンネル作ったり、散歩したりゆっくりできて楽しい２連休でしたー

今週からリーグ開幕！！！ いい準備して頑張ります

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Was the Letterwinner of the All Japan High School Soccer Tournament in 2006

At age 19 he signed with for the Yokohama F. Marinos of the J. League Division 1

Was traded to the German club Vfl Bochum in July 2o11 and after an impressive season with the Vfl Bochum Takashi signed a three year contract with Bundesliga club Eintracht Frankfurt.

Takashi played with Frankfurt for four seasons were he made 87 appearances and 9 goals

On May 21 2017 Takashi became the first ever Japanese player to score against La Giga giants F.C Barcelona

Takashi has 27 caps for his national team

Was named in Japan’s starting 11 for the 2018 FIFA World Cup in Russia

Ever since his announced his debut to play for the La Liga organization his training regime has been modified to get him ready for that situation

This involves footwork, sprints and agility training but although it maybe tiring Takashi is always happy to be working to play soccer as you can see in this instagram post  

He also stays fit by doing recreational activities with family like swimming

His diet is very generic in the sense that it replicates of what a lot of other soccer players are doing in order to achieve maximum performance. This involves a heavy focus on proteins, fats and most importantly carbs.

Due to his activity level Takashi consume a plethora of carbs in order to give enough energy to make it through his workouts

Only weighing 139 pounds he makes sure that his caloric intake is in balance with everything he his doing as well as body weight

      [Read More ...] http://www.healthfitnessrevolution.com/top-10-fittest-players-in-the-world-cup-2018/

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4 reasons Barcelona’s comeback against PSG shouldn’t have been possible

The best Champions League comeback of all time was even more ridiculous than you think.

Barcelona entered the second leg of their UEFA Champions League Round of 16 tie against Paris Saint-Germain down 4-0. They conceded an away goal, which should have put a lid on proceedings. But they came back to win 6-5 on aggregate, completing one of the best comebacks in soccer history.

This sounds incredible on the surface, but the comeback was even more impressive than it looks.

1. No one comes back from four goals down

This is the most obvious reason, but it can’t be overstated how rare it is for a team to overturn a 4-0 first-leg defeat. No one has ever done it in the Champions League or even in the old European Cup, dating back to the 1955-56 season.

1 – Barcelona are the first side in Champions League and European Cup history to overturn a first-leg 4-goal deficit. Mesmeric.

— OptaJoe (@OptaJoe) March 8, 2017

But a team has come down from four goals before, in a different European competition. It was …

Barcelona: Are the first side to overcome a first-leg deficit of 4+ goals in European competition since 1986 #FCBPSG pic.twitter.com/TvruhyCs6N

— WhoScored.com (@WhoScored) March 8, 2017

… Real Madrid! In the third round of the 1985-86 UEFA Cup, Los Merengues lost 5-1 away to Borussia Mönchengladbach in the first leg. But that away goal made their task a bit easier than Barca’s was, and Real Madrid progressed with a 4-0 second-leg victory.

But despite the unlikely nature of the comeback, Barcelona is good enough that ESPN’s in-house Soccer Power Index thought it was possible for something like this to happen.

SPI gave Barcelona a 7% chance to advance entering today’s match

— ESPN Stats & Info (@ESPNStatsInfo) March 8, 2017

2. The winning goal came because Barcelona’s goalkeeper got in on the action

Marc-André ter Stegen has always been a bit eccentric. Barca signed him to replace Victor Valdés for that reason specifically — no team likes a keeper that can play with his feet more than the Blaugrana.

That ultimately paid off in the dying minutes on Wednesday when ter Stegen — who had run forward for a previous free kick — sprinted back to recover the ball and draw a foul. Thirty seconds later, Barcelona had the ball in the goal.

1 – Barcelona’s 95th min goal came from a free-kick given after a foul on goalkeeper Marc-André Ter Stegen on the opposition half. History. pic.twitter.com/Ps6aalmkeF

— OptaJohan (@OptaJohan) March 8, 2017

Barca wouldn’t have won this match if they didn’t have a goalkeeper willing to put moves on an on-rushing defender in his own half.

3. Barca didn’t even create great chances

If a team scores six goals, you assume that they put on an attacking masterclass. Barcelona didn’t exactly do that. The chances they created weren’t terribly impressive at all.

xG map for Barcelona – PSG.

someday, people will seek to explain the events we just witnessed. they will fail. pic.twitter.com/XHvNxnTzGA

— Caley Graphics (@Caley_graphics) March 8, 2017

This is worse than a typical Barca game. Their finishing prowess is such that you might expect them to score two goals from a 1.6 expected goals game, and three isn’t terribly uncommon. But six? Teams don’t score six goals from these shots. It’s unheard of.

The reason Barca was able to pull it off was a fatal error by PSG early in the match, plus — and sorry Barca fans, we have to be honest here — some questionable officiating. The own goal came on a comedy of errors by Marquinhos and Layvin Kurzawa, and the penalties were very lucky. On the first drawn by Neymar, there was at least significant contact, even if Neymar went looking for it. But the second penalty was just a dive by Luis Suárez, without qualification. That call can’t be justified.

How often do teams get handed a terrible own goal and two shaky penalty calls?

4. Neymar had the best seven minutes of his life

Neymar is an excellent player, one that PSG could have expected to play a huge part in Barcelona’s win. He does lead the Champions League in assists, after all.

Most Champions League assists

2015/16: Sanchez, Coman (5) 2014/15: Iniesta, Messi (5) 2013/14: Di Maria, Benzema (5)

Neymar already has 8! pic.twitter.com/MB6uhn6IJh

— James McManus (@JamesMcManus1) March 8, 2017

But it’s extremely rare for a player to take over in the dying minutes like he did, putting the entire Barcelona squad on his back and dragging them to victory. While PSG was focused on making sure Lionel Messi didn’t see much of the ball, Neymar did something that matched any of Messi’s amazing Champions League performances.

.@neymarjr: MotM vs Paris Saint-Germain @FCBarcelona pic.twitter.com/nTNwhrkqvu

— WhoScored.com (@WhoScored) March 8, 2017

And it’s fair to say that until the very end of the match, Neymar was just very good, not exceptional. His 88th-minute free kick goal is what sparked some belief in Barcelona that their comeback was possible, but he did most of the work to finish it off, converting a penalty in the 91st minute and assisting the game-winner with a perfect chipped ball over the top of the defense.

Find a replay of the game, if you can. Watch it again and enjoy it, because you’re unlikely to see anything like it happen again.

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heyy how are you ??? i had an idea for a neymar imagine, maybe yn is a famous singer and they met in like 2014 at the start of their fame and started hooking up and actually secretly fell in love but they had to break up and stuff bc of their busy schedules. then they meet again 8-9 years later when he goes to her concert with the rest of the psg squad and they tease him bc he's in love with her again but yn and him end up happily ever after and are like an it couple now !! its a long request ik , feel free to ignore it 💞💞

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 | 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐉𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: My deepest apologies for the wait, ya girl was going THRUUU IT but its all good now c': and never apologize for long request!! The longer the request, more than likely the longer the response [ I also did not think I would end up writing this much LOL] c: And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!! LOVE ME SOME NEYNEY MMMMMM

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“Like a summer evening under the sun

Oh, darling

And maybe, just maybe

We could fill our memories one by one

Mangoes are candy with you

My donuts and pies need no glazing with you”

You stand in front of your grandmother's restaurant, clutching the microphone in your hand. You've always dreamed of becoming a famous singer, but you know that you have to start small. Luckily, your grandmother has given you the opportunity to sing every Friday night in front of her restaurant. Your passion lies in singing romantic ballads, inspired by the love your Grandmother and Grandfather share. Their bond is pure and timeless, and witnessing it fills you with hope for your own future love story. You close your eyes and begin to sing, pouring your heart and soul into the melody. The audience is small, but their applause is thunderous, and you know that this is just the beginning of your journey to stardom. As you finished singing your final song and thanked the small crowd for their cheers, little did you know that this would be the night that would change everything. 

 Neymar, a rising soccer star, happened upon your performance while on his way home. The sweet melodies that echoed from your soul drew him in, and he found himself unable to tear himself away. The crowd around you grew insignificant, as his eyes fixated on you and your beautiful features. Your voice enraptured him, leaving him lost in thought as he listened to your songs until the end. Even though he wished it would have never ended. As he made his way home, the memory of your performance stayed with him. Neymar was overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions, his heart skipping a beat in a way he had never experienced before. He tried to shake off the feeling, knowing that his focus should be on futbol. However, the thoughts of you and your beautiful voice lingered, and he found himself daydreaming about the way your eyes lit up seeing the crowd cheer for you, and your beautiful smile across your face. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, but the sparks that flew that night were undeniable and he couldn't resist the pull towards you, even though he has yet to speak with you.  His heart raced as he returned to the same spot the next Friday, eagerly hoping to catch another glimpse of you and your voice, and he wasn't disappointed. As soon as he saw you, his heart skipped a beat. He felt nervous and excited all at the same time.

As you begin to sing, the music swirls around Neymar, embracing him in its beauty. Your voice resonates deep within his soul, igniting a fire that only grows stronger with each note. He finds himself entranced by your presence once again, losing himself in the magic you create. The way your lipgloss glistens on your lips while you hold the microphone makes Neymar wish he could feel them against his own, and oh, don't get him started on your beautiful face.

The passion in your performance is undeniable, and Neymar's heart beats faster with each passing moment. The melodies you weave seem to speak directly to him, resonating with dreams and desires he has never dared to acknowledge. He can't help but imagine a life where your voices intertwine in harmony both on and off the stage.

As the final notes of the song linger in the air, you look directly into the crowd. Your eyes land on a pair of hazel eyes, and when you recognize the face they are paired with, you almost don't hold your last note. The moment your eyes meet his, Neymar's heart skips a beat. You quickly look away, finishing your note with a small blush appearing on your face as the crowd erupts in applause. His eyes never leave you as he claps, his admiration and awe shining brightly. He wants to approach you, to tell you how your voice has touched him deeply, but he can't find the words. Instead, he lingers in the crowd, hoping for an opportunity to connect with you.

After the performance, you walk over and grab your small tip jar. Neymar musters the courage to approach you. He catches your eye, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Nervously, he greets you, "Your voice is really beautiful," he says, going straight to the point. As he is now closer to you than before, you can really see his handsome features. You can't tell if it's due to the full moon tonight or what, but he looks as if he's glowing—truly mesmerizing. Hearing him let out a small laugh makes you realize you've been staring at him for a bit without giving a response. You shake your head briefly, letting out a small laugh, "T-Thank you so much," you stutter slightly, not used to someone as attractive as him trying to talk to you. Neymar finds it adorable, causing his smile to widen. He says, "Of course, pretty," biting his bottom lip as if contemplating on saying something. "Hey, are you about to go do something?" You shake your head no. "Would you like to join me for some ice cream?" He points down the street. "There's a street vendor down the street, and his homemade ice cream is amazing!" 

As Neymar stands there, awaiting your response, a whirlwind of thoughts collides in your mind. Is this really happening? Are you being asked out right now? It feels like a scene lifted straight from a romantic movie or the pages of a captivating novel. The rush of emotions surges within you, and you pinch yourself inwardly to ensure you're not dreaming. You steady your voice and respond with a composed smile, "Sure, I wouldn't mind. Just give me one moment; I have to let my Grandmother know so she doesn't freak out." He smiles, nodding his head. "Of course, take your time."

You find it hard to believe that you, an ordinary person with dreams and aspirations, are about to embark on an unexpected adventure with someone as incredibly handsome as him. It's a surreal moment that surpasses anything you've ever imagined 

You quickly make your way over to your grandmother, who has been observing the interaction from afar. Her eyes twinkle with a knowing look as you share your plans with her. "Grandma, I'm going to get ice cream with a friend. Don't worry, I'll be back soon," you assure her, though your own excitement and uncertainty are evident. She raises an eyebrow cheekily and questions, "A friend, huh?" You feel a blush creep onto your face once again as you hand her your tip jar. "Bye Grandma, I love you," you say with affection. She smiles warmly and replies, "I love you too, baby. Don't be back too late! I may need help preparing Caldo Verde for tomorrow." You nod in agreement as you share a heartfelt hug, feeling her soft kiss on your cheek.

As you make your way back to Neymar, you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. He waits patiently, his gaze fixed on you, and it both thrills and unnerves you. You take a moment to compose yourself, straightening your posture and gathering the courage to face this newfound connection head-on.

"Ready?" Neymar questions with a playful glimmer in his eyes, his smile mirroring your own anticipation. You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement bubbling within you. "Yes, I'm ready," you reply, feeling a surge of butterflies flutter in your stomach. As the two of you begin walking towards the ice cream vendor, a comfortable silence settles between you. The air is filled with a mix of warm summer breeze and the sweet scent of blossoming flowers, creating a picturesque setting for this enchanting encounter. Neymar breaks the silence with a mischievous smirk, "You know, I have a feeling this ice cream is no match for the sweetness of your smile." His playful tone tugs at your heartstrings, and you play along, batting your eyelashes. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to make sure to smile extra sweetly then," you reply, feigning innocence, as a light-hearted teasing dance begins. As you continue walking side by side, the banter between you becomes effortless. Neymar teases you about your favorite ice cream flavors, suggesting that your taste buds might be missing out on the full experience. You counter his playful jabs with witty comebacks, keeping the atmosphere light and carefree. In between the laughter and teasing, you share snippets of your dreams and aspirations, exploring the depths of your personalities with genuine curiosity. Neymar listens intently, his eyes sparkling with amusement and admiration. He peppers the conversation with compliments that make your cheeks flush, but you appreciate the way his words make you feel seen and valued. The ice cream vendor finally comes into view, and Neymar playfully nudges your arm. "Alright, it's decision time. Choose wisely, because I have a feeling my taste buds won't settle for anything less than extraordinary." You playfully roll your eyes, pretending to contemplate your options. "Well, I'll have to find something that matches your extraordinary standards then," you quip back, sharing a mischievous smile. Together, you approach the cart, ready to indulge in the delightful treats it has to offer. As you savor the flavors and continue to exchange playful banter, you can't help but feel a deepening connection forming, one that is built on shared laughter, light-hearted teasing, and the promise of a captivating journey ahead.

Over the next few weeks, the bond between you and Neymar deepened with each passing day. What started as a chance encounter at your grandmother's restaurant blossomed into a whirlwind romance that neither of you could have anticipated. Laughter, shared interests, and stolen glances became the foundation of your connection.

As the days turned into months and the months turned into years, your relationship with Neymar grew stronger. You supported each other's dreams wholeheartedly, and as fate would have it, both of you began to ascend the ladder of fame in your respective careers. Neymar became a household name as a professional heartthrob soccer player, captivating audiences with his skill and charm on the field. Meanwhile, your voice enchanted millions around the world, elevating you to the status of a renowned singer, captivating hearts with your soul-stirring performances. Life seemed perfect. Together, you conquered milestones, basked in the adoration of fans, and reveled in the love that intertwined your lives. But as the demands of fame and the pressures of your individual careers increased, the delicate balance between love and ambition became increasingly challenging to maintain. With Neymar's soccer schedule becoming more demanding, you found yourselves constantly rescheduling dinner dates, postponing moments meant for just the two of you. The promises made in the early days of your relationship were slowly overshadowed by the unrelenting obligations of his profession. Though he tried his best to juggle both his career and your relationship, the constant conflicts began to take a toll on your connection. The realization hit you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore—you and Neymar were slowly drifting apart. The time you once cherished together became fleeting, filled with missed opportunities and unfulfilled promises. It wasn't that the love between you had faded; it was simply suffocated by the relentless demands of fame. After much soul-searching and tearful conversations, you both came to a heartbreaking decision. It was time to let go, to release each other from the expectations and sacrifices that had weighed you down. The breakup was bittersweet, a mixture of pain and gratitude for the beautiful memories you had created together. In the aftermath, you focused on healing and rediscovering yourself as an individual. It wasn't easy, as reminders of Neymar and your past love were scattered throughout your daily life. But as time passed, wounds slowly healed, and you found solace in your music, pouring your emotions into your performances. Years went by, and both you and Neymar continued to rise in your respective careers, reaching new heights of success. The memories of your time together became a part of the tapestry of your lives, lessons learned and cherished moments that shaped you. Sometimes, the universe has its own plans, and the timing just isn't right. Despite the heartache of your breakup, you both emerged stronger and more resilient. And who knows, perhaps one day, when the stars align and destiny weaves its magic, your paths may cross again, reigniting the flames of a love that once burned so brightly.

8 years post breakup - 

 Yesterday, In the PSG team locker room, the players gathered around as the coach announced the upcoming charity event. 

"Listen up, boys," the coach began, his voice commanding attention. "We're hosting a charity event tomorrow, and it's mandatory for all of you to be there. It's going to be a fantastic evening with a live concert, though I'm not sure who the performer is yet. So make sure you're ready to represent PSG and make a difference."

Today, the charity event was in full swing. The venue sparkled with elegance, adorned with dazzling lights and an air of anticipation. Neymar, Messi, and Mbappé, dressed in their dapper suits, found themselves caught up in the excitement as they engaged in a brief interview, capturing the attention of reporters and fans alike.

The interviewer, with a microphone in hand, directed a question towards Neymar. "Neymar, the event tonight is for a noble cause. How do you feel about being a part of it?"

Neymar's eyes lit up with a genuine smile as he replied, "It's an incredible feeling to be involved in such a meaningful event. Giving back to the community is something we all believe in, and to have the opportunity to make a positive impact is truly special."

The interviewer nodded in agreement, then continued, "And there's a lot of speculation about who the surprise live performer is. Any guesses or wishes?"

Neymar chuckled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, but I'm personally hoping for a remarkable singer with a voice that can touch your soul."

Messi and Mbappé joined in the lighthearted banter, playfully speculating on the potential performer, their camaraderie evident in their laughter and easygoing exchange.

As the interview came to a close, Neymar glanced around the buzzing venue, feeling a sense of nostalgia. 

Because he didn't want to bring up the subject of you, Neymar has solely avoided concert settings since the breakup, besides from clubs of course. You and him had made the difficult decision to part ways after the breakup, believing that distance and limited contact would help heal the wounds and move on with your lives. The initial separation was challenging for both of you, as the absence of each other's presence left a void that seemed impossible to fill. Neymar, in particular, found it hard to adjust to the new reality of not having you by his side. The nights felt lonelier without your comforting presence, and the routine of sharing his life with you became a bittersweet memory. Six years spent together had forged a deep connection, and it was no easy task to sever those ties completely.

He couldn't help but wonder if fate had a role to play in this event, if there was a chance encounter awaiting him amidst the excitement and the live performance.

Little did Neymar know, the past and present were about to converge in a way he could never have anticipated, igniting a spark of hope and possibility that had long been dormant in his heart.

~Meanwhile, backstage.~

"The stage is set, and the mic is ready," your manager's voice resonates with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As she carefully adjusts your earpiece, you take a deep breath, feeling the surge of anticipation building up inside you. The designer crew hovers around you, their skilled hands putting the final touches on your breathtaking white dress. The delicate lace patterns cascade down its flowing silhouette, accentuating your elegance and radiating an ethereal beauty that perfectly complements your stage presence.

Though the specific details of the event remain unknown to you, you're aware that it's for a charitable cause, reaching a vast audience through the live stream. The whirlwind of your busy tour schedule has left little time for you to delve into the specifics, but the opportunity to contribute to a worthy cause fills you with a profound sense of purpose and joy. As your manager steps away, you catch a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip—a subtle sign of nerves. At first, you assume it's merely her concern for your well-being after the grueling tour, wanting to ensure you don't overexert yourself. Unbeknownst to you, however, she carries a deeper worry in her mind. She's aware of your past with Neymar, knowing that the unexpected encounter with him at this event could awaken dormant emotions and memories. The stage manager signals that it's time to make your entrance. Taking one last glance in the mirror and adding a final touch to your hair, you stride toward the stage.  As the curtains part, revealing the dazzling setup, you step forward, your presence commanding the attention of the audience. The spotlight finds you, casting its warm glow upon you, as you raise the microphone to your lips.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Your voice resonates through the air, instantly capturing the attention of the crowd. Gasps of surprise and the sound of hands clapping reverberate throughout the venue, a testament to the unexpected delight of your presence. A warm smile graces your face as you soak in the genuine excitement that fills the room. Taking a moment to appreciate the sea of faces before you, you turn your gaze towards the camera, ensuring that your message reaches not only those in the venue but also the countless viewers joining from afar.

"Tonight, we come together for a cause that holds a special place in my heart." Your voice carries a depth of sincerity, inviting the audience to truly grasp the significance of the moment. You pause for a moment, allowing the words to sink in.

"I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to ChildLifeMatters for the incredible work they do in raising awareness and supporting children in need. Together, we have the power to make a difference, to bring hope and joy into the lives of those who need it most. Tonight, through the universal language of music, we unite in spreading love, compassion, and raising awareness for a brighter future."

The applause swells, filling the room with a wave of appreciation and support. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, but also the strength of the cause that fuels your passion.

Little do you know, the universe has orchestrated a twist of fate for this event, preparing an unexpected reunion with Neymar that lies just around the corner.

"Neymar, hurry up! I am not going to get yelled at by the coach because of you," Marquinhos exclaims, playfully nudging Neymar as he catches him taking yet another selfie. The team is eager to head to the main venue area for the charity event.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Neymar mutters, reluctantly sliding his phone into his back pocket. As he approaches the stage, a flicker of recognition crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. He quickly dismisses the thought, attributing it to his mind playing tricks on him.

Entering the bustling venue, Neymar exchanges greetings with his teammates, their eyes twinkling mischievously as they observe his slightly puzzled expression. Kylian, in particular, nudges his head towards the stage, hinting at something intriguing. Curiosity piqued, Neymar turns around, and in that moment, his heart feels as if it bursts out of his chest.

There you are, standing confidently on the stage, a vision of grace and talent. Mesmerized, Neymar's gaze locks onto you, and a flood of memories rushes back, transporting him to a time when you were once intertwined in each other's lives. The familiar warmth and tenderness resurface, evoking emotions he thought he had long buried.

"Whoa, Neymar, is that your lost love?" one teammate playfully teases, unable to resist the opportunity for some light-hearted banter.

A slight blush colors Neymar's cheeks, but he manages a playful smirk, attempting to brush off the teasing. "Lost love? Nah, just an old friend," he responds, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity.

However, his teammates aren't fooled by his nonchalant demeanor. They exchange knowing glances, their playful expressions betraying their understanding of the emotions swirling within Neymar's heart.

As the banter continues among his teammates, Neymar's attention remains fixated on you, the focal point of the stage. He can't help but be captivated by your presence, the way you command the attention of the audience with every note and movement. It's as if time has stood still, and all that matters in this moment is the magnetic pull between the two of you.

Memories flood Neymar's mind, snapshots of laughter, shared dreams, and stolen glances. He recalls the way your voice used to fill his world with joy, how it resonated deep within his soul. The bond they once shared was unbreakable, and even after all these years, the connection still lingers, refusing to fade away.

Lost in the rush of emotions, Neymar finds himself longing for the chance to rewind time, to rekindle the fire that once burned between you two.

As you found yourself on stage, surrounded by the dreamy backdrop that perfectly complemented the ethereal atmosphere, your heart raced with anticipation. The familiar melodies of the song flowed through your veins, but as your mouth opened to sing the first note, your voice momentarily faltered. Your eyes locked with Neymar, a magnetic connection that transcended the sea of faces in the crowd. It felt as if time stood still, and in that moment, memories flooded back, crashing over you like a wave. Images of laughter, shared moments, and the love you once held together washed over your mind. The depth of emotion in Neymar's gaze mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but offer him a small, knowing smile—a silent acknowledgment of the bond you once shared. You start singing,

“ I never thought you'd be the one

To hold my heart

I never knew I'd think of you

Each time that we're apart

Each Day

I'll be the one missing your face

And all that you are

Save me

I promise I'd stay here by your side

And I know from the start

When I look into your eyes

I know that I'm mesmerized

Baby

Just hold me

When you're here I realized

I'll be the one to testify

Baby

Say that you're mine tonight.”

With every word that poured out of your soul, you poured your heart out to the world, including Neymar. The lyrics resonated with the depths of your emotions, speaking to the love that still lingered within. You were unafraid to let your eyes linger on Neymar, disregarding the curious glances from the crowd who assumed your gaze was lost among the many faces. Neymar, however, knew. He felt the intensity of your gaze, and his heart raced in response.

But soon, you broke the enchanted connection, letting your eyes wander across the sea of faces before you. The crowd erupted in applause, their appreciation evident. You couldn't help but steal glances at the cameras, ensuring that your performance reached those watching through the live stream, while still cherishing the shared moments with the live audience.

In that moment, the stage became a place where the past intertwined with the present, where your music became a conduit for unspoken emotions, and where destiny gently guided your paths to intersect once again.

 As the melody of your voice fills the air, Neymar's heart beats in sync, each note igniting a flicker of hope within him. He wonders if you still remember the love you two shared, if the memories that haunt him also linger within you. The desire to reach out, to bridge the gap between them, grows stronger with every passing second.

But for now, Neymar remains rooted in his seat, a swirl of emotions beneath his composed exterior. He continues to watch, mesmerized by your performance, caught in a bittersweet symphony of longing and admiration. The teasing remarks from his teammates fade into the background, as all that matters is the connection he shares with you, a connection that time and distance could never truly erase.

As you continued to serenade the crowd with several more enchanting songs, the energy in the venue soared. The atmosphere crackled with excitement as your voice resonated through the air, captivating hearts and inspiring generous donations for the charitable cause. You effortlessly engaged with the audience, sharing smiles, laughter, and heartfelt moments that deepened the connection between you and your fans.

After the fifth song, you took a moment to address the crowd once again, expressing your gratitude for their support and encouraging them to embrace the upcoming performance by the next artist. The spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating the stage for the next singer, and you stepped aside, basking in the sense of accomplishment that washed over you.

As you made your way backstage, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts consumed your mind. Neymar's presence had awakened a dormant flame within you, stirring a mix of nostalgia, curiosity, and a hint of longing. Memories of your time together intertwined with the energy of the performance, leaving you with a bittersweet yearning for what once was.

Meanwhile, as soon as you exited the stage, Neymar's teammates seized the opportunity to playfully tease him. Their mischievous grins and banter revolved around your beauty and their supposed attempts to secure your phone number. Their intentions were light-hearted, aimed at evoking a hint of jealousy in Neymar, but his response was measured and composed.

Neymar, briefly acknowledging their teasing, gracefully brushed it off with a confident smile and a witty remark. Deep down, however, his heart raced, urging him to find you once more. He swiftly excused himself from the camaraderie of his teammates, determined to catch up with you and unravel the feelings that had reawakened in his soul.

As Neymar dashed through the backstage corridors, his mind focused on the mission at hand—to find you, to bridge the gap of time and space, and to confront the emotions that swirled within both your hearts. Destiny beckoned, weaving its intricate tapestry, and the next chapter of your intertwined journey was about to unfold.

As Neymar hurried through the backstage area, his heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and hope. He navigated the bustling corridors, occasionally catching glimpses of familiar faces and hearing snippets of conversations that heightened his eagerness to find you.

Finally, he spotted you standing in a quieter corner, your back turned to him as you engaged in a conversation with one of the event organizers. Neymar's steps faltered for a moment, his gaze fixated on your figure, taking in the way you held yourself with poise and grace. The years apart had done nothing to diminish your magnetic presence.

Summoning his courage, Neymar approached you, his voice laced with a mix of hesitance and sincerity. "Excuse me," he interjected, capturing your attention as the event organizer excused themselves. As you turned to face him, your eyes widened in surprise, a myriad of emotions dancing in their depths.

There was a brief pause, as both of you stood there, speechless, caught in the gravity of the moment. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space. Neymar's eyes searched yours, finding a familiar connection that reignited the sparks of the past.

"I... I don't even know where to begin," Neymar admitted, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Seeing you up there on stage, it brought back so many memories, so many feelings. It's like time stood still for a moment." You were at a loss for words, so you remained silent. Of course, you shared that sentiment, but for some reason, you refrained from saying anything.

As the weight of the shared history hung in the air, Neymar took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of sincerity and longing. "I've thought about this moment countless times, wondering if we would ever have a chance to reconnect. Seeing you here tonight, it's like a dream come true."

Your eyes met his, shimmering with a hint of apprehension and yearning. "Neymar, I never imagined I would see you again like this. It's been so long, and yet... the emotions, the memories, they're still so vivid……"

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of Neymar's lips as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Time may have passed, but my feelings for you never faded. I've carried a piece of you with me all these years."

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling the weight of his words echoing in your heart. The realization of the enduring connection between you filled the space between you, drawing you closer, as if the universe had conspired to reunite your souls.

"I've missed you," you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice matching Neymar's.

His eyes softened, conveying a profound tenderness. "I've missed you too, more than words can express. Life took us on different paths, but my heart never stopped yearning for the love we shared."

As the world continued to buzz around you, the shared moment felt timeless, cocooned in its own universe. It was as if the echoes of the past intertwined with the possibilities of the future, offering a second chance for love to unfold.

"I want to make things right this time," Neymar said, his voice filled with determination. "Let's start anew, together. Of course, we will start off slow. But Baby, I will be such a fool to lose you again.”

A surge of hope washed over you, igniting a spark within. With a smile that reflected both forgiveness and a willingness to embrace the unknown, you replied, "Yes… I think…. I would like that very much."

In that moment, as the world continued to swirl around you both, Neymar and you embarked on a journey of reconciliation and rediscovery. With hearts open to love's infinite possibilities, you stepped forward, ready to rewrite your story, guided by the enduring bond that fate had rekindled.

"Are you doing anything after this?" Neymar's voice carries a playful lilt, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Your head shakes in response, a smile spreading across your face, mirroring his infectious joy.

"Great. Well, there's this ice cream vendor I know just up the street we could go to," he suggests, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes reflecting the memories of your early encounters. Laughter dances in the air as you playfully hit his chest, a gentle reminder of the playful banter that once defined your connection.

Neymar chuckles, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "What? I'm serious!" His smile widens, his eyes shining with warmth and sincerity. The familiarity of his words resonates deeply, reminding you of the carefree moments you shared when your love story was just beginning to unfold.

A gentle teasing remark escapes your lips. "You are such a dork," you playfully chide, finding solace in the comfort of his arms. As you wrap your arms around his chest, leaning your head against his heartbeat, a sense of serenity envelops you.

With graceful tenderness, Neymar tightens his embrace, a silent promise not to let go. In that moment, as the world continues to spin around you, you revel in the joy of rediscovered love, knowing that this time, you and Neymar will create new memories, hand in hand, embracing the dorkiness, laughter, and love that define your extraordinary journey together.

You and Neymar continue to chat, relishing in the familiar comfort and the excitement of a renewed connection. Time slips away effortlessly as you share stories, laughter, and dreams for the future. However, as the event draws to a close, the demands of the evening pull you both in different directions. With a promise to reconnect, you exchange heartfelt goodbyes, knowing that this time, it won't be long before your paths intertwine once again. As you part ways, a sense of anticipation lingers, each step carrying the promise of a future filled with love, happiness, and shared adventures.

True to your word, you begin to rebuild the bridge between you. Messages and calls become more frequent, filled with laughter, shared memories, and a genuine curiosity about each other's lives. Slowly but surely, the distance that once separated you begins to shrink, making way for a blossoming bond that refuses to be ignored.

In the months that follow, your connection deepens and evolves. Dates are filled with laughter, stolen glances, and the sweet nostalgia of rediscovered love. Each moment spent together feels like a beautiful reunion, as if fate has brought you back together to create a love story even more extraordinary than before.

As news of your rekindled romance spreads, Brasil can't help but celebrate the return of their beloved "it" couple. And with every passing day, your bond grows stronger, fortified by the lessons learned from your past and a shared commitment to prioritize each other. Together, you build a foundation of trust, support, and unwavering dedication, creating a love that withstands the tests of time and captures the hearts of millions.

[leilakisakabiri]

Afternoon Activities (Neymar Jr)

Summary: You and Neymar face off in a football match.

Warning(s): none, just fluff.

Word Count: [1814]

You squeal running away from Neymar as he chased after you, a pillow in hand, trying to hit you.

"Davi, stop her!" Neymar shouts at the little boy, watching as he runs towards you from the opposite direction.

"Davi, please, don't do this!" You yell dramatically as he runs to you with hands outstretched trying to catch you.

He stops running when he hears your words, letting you pass by him and down the hallway into the living room.

"Davi! What are you doing? We could have got her!"

"She said please!" Davi responds.

Your face hurts from smiling so much as you let out a loud iaugh.

What a sweet kid.

Neymar jokingly glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, both of you facing each other on opposites sides of the couch.

"Just give in Y/N!" Neymar tries.

You shake your head vigorously,

"No way. I'd rather run a 10 miles than do that, and you know I hate running."

This whole thing had started after you complained about being bored. You had come over to Neymar's house in the afternoon, and after being there for two hours just sitting on his couch as he played Fifa you found yourself wanting to do something. He had tried to get you to play, but you wanted to go outside. It was summer in Paris and it was a beautiful sunny day.

Why waste it?

After your revelation, he decided the best thing for the both of you to do was to play a friendly game of football. You immediately shot down his suggestion, while you watched Davi who had been busy playing with his dinosaurs in the corner lift his head with joy once he heard what Neymar said, clapping his hands together in excitement.

You weren't too bad of a player, however, obviously, your talents were nothing compared to Neymar, him being a professional and all. However, it wasn't the aspect of losing you that made you not want to play, even though you did lose, a lot, in fact almost every single game. It was the fact that Neymar did not hold back. He got so into the game, and once his competitiveness took over there was no stopping him. He would constantly play unfairly, by either tackling you to get the ball, or showboating simply to get you riled up.

The last time the both of you had played against each other, you had ended up with a nasty cut on your leg after he had shoved you and you landed rather ungracefully on a sprinkler wedged in the grass. Admittedly, you had started the brawl by pushing into him any chance you got, trying to distance him from the ball, but in the end, you got hurt and not him.

Since then you had been adamant about not playing with him, not wanting a repeat of last time.

"C'mon Y/N Please. I promise I won't do anything this time." He tried again.

"Your such a liar! You play so dirty! You always tackle me." You exclaimed.

He wiggled his eyes, a smirk on his face, "Shh bebe, don't say that in front of Davi. You're so wild."

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time. This boy.

Before you could even finish your eye roll you felt someone slam into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.

It took you about half a second after landing on the ground to realize Neymar had jumped over the couch and onto you.

What a bitch.

"Ugh ew! Get off." You whined trying to shove his body that was on top of yours away from you.

He laughed from above you,

"Oh I'm gross? I'm gross?" He questioned as he started to pepper your face with kisses and you squirmed underneath him, laughter escaping you.

"Ok fine maybe not gross. Now will you get up?"

Instead of getting up, you felt him snuggle closer to you, his warm hands wrapping around your waist as he laid his head on your chest.

"Mmm only if you play football with me."

"What are you 5?" You retorted, trying to keep up the act, but you found yourself running your hands through his hair as he laid on you.

You felt another body thud on top of yours, and you saw that Davi had joined your little huddle.

"I am!" he exclaimed proudly as he sat on top of Neymar, holding up 5 fingers.

"Don't do it for me. Do it for him." Neymar said.

"Please?" Davi spoke up.

You squinted your eyes, "Are you guys teaming up on me?"

The two of them just looked at you with blank stares.

You groaned, "Okay fine, now get up you’re cutting off my air flow."

You heard the boys cheer as they both stood up, letting you get up.

You had just stood up when you felt Neymar pull you into him, putting his arm around you as you walked to the backyard.

"I promise I'll go easy." He said.

You shook your head, looking up at him, "No way. Play your best."

You saw a grin adore his features as he squeezed your shoulders, "That's my girl."

You felt a warmth spread through your stomach as he said those words. No matter how much time you spent with Neymar he still made you blush like crazy with just the smallest things. He would always say the sweetest things in the most nonchalant ways like he wasn't even thinking twice about them, and you couldn't help but find it extremely endearing.

"Ok Davi, you ready?" You asked as you separated from Neymar, going to the middle of the makeshift field where Davi had already placed a ball.

Davi loved to watch you and Neymar play against each other, probably because it was the closest he got to seeing his dad on the field, and also because he loved watching you both playfully fight each other. He was supposed to be the referee but he never stopped Neymar from tackling you, or even ever gave out a foul.

He was clearly bias, but whatever.

"Ok, Go!" Davi shouted as both you and Neymar hit the ball at the same time, the ball stuck between the two of you.

Neymar got possession of the ball quickly and raced down the field. You mentally cursed yourself for letting it slip away, you had played enough times with him to begin to understand his mannerisms, and you were starting to be able to guess when he was faking and when he was actually going for it, yet you were distracted and let him take it away.

You chased after him, trying to stick your foot in front of his to get the ball back.

He expected your move and was quick to pull the ball back, passing around you.

He laughed, turning to look at you over his shoulder, "You have to be smarter than that amor."

You huffed, running towards the goal just as he prepared to shoot.

You got there just in time and dived, sending the ball flying out of bounds.

You saw Neymar's face fall as you saved it.

"Foul!" He called.

This little shit.

"Foul?" You screamed back looking at him in anger.

"Why is that foul? No way!"

“You touched the ball with your hand.” He argued.

“That’s because I’m the goalie!”

You both looked at Davi as he debated, "No foul!"

You cheered at his decision while Neymar hung his head, sad his son hadn't bought into his act. Clearly, there was no foul and you had just saved the goal, but Neymar's favorite pass time it seemed was annoying you, and he would do anything to achieve it.

Once the ball was back in play you raced forward, watching as Neymar charged towards you.

You had been practicing a few skills yourself, after you and your friend had stayed up late one night, wine drunk and daring each other to do random things, one of those being learning how to do a rainbow flick.

You watched intently as Neymar came closer, once he was close enough you surprised him by kicking the ball over his head, and bypassing him.

He stopped, shocked, and you used his surprise to your advantage as you ran across the field before kicking the ball into the net.

However, before you could celebrate your goal you felt a familiar body collide with yours.

This time you ended up on top, as Neymar took the brunt of the fall.

"Hey! Foul! I didn't even have ball anymore!" You shouted, sitting up when the world stopped spinning around you.

Neymar grabbed your hands, lacing them with his before pulling you down on top of him, "Been practicing hmm? Got tricks now?" he whispered his breath fanning across your face.

You felt your heartbeat accelerate at how close he was, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were straddling him, "I've got a lot of tricks."

You felt him inhale sharply, his smirk slipping away as his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Is that a promise?"

The moment was interrupted when you heard Davi running over,

"What is going on?" He asked, hands on his hips.

You held up your hands in surrender as you got off Neymar, "Don't look at me ref. Neymar is the one who decided to foul me."

Davi considered this for a moment before he finally nodded, "Ok. Free goal."

You grinned up at him, from your position on the grass, pulling his little body into a tight hug, "Holy shit, 2 goals for 1? I'll take it!"

Davi giggled against you, "Y/N, bad word." He exclaimed shaking his finger at you.

"Oops. Sorry I'm just on a high." You smiled.

"Let's just end the game here."

Neymar looked over at you, seemingly not pleased before he caved, "Ok Fine."

You stood up cheering, and dancing with Davi.

"YAY! I AM THE CHAMPION." you screamed, letting go of Davi before sending hand kisses to your imaginary fans.

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." Neymar retorted coming up to stand next to you, amused by your antics.

You turned to look at him, eyebrow raised, "Oh what like you did?"

You watched as he let out a gasp, feigning hurt, "Ouch Y/N you wound me."

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest, "I'm sure you'll find someway to get over it."

"Now c'mon, you have to play Fifa with me so I can beat you in that too." You said, already walking back into the house, still on your high from winning.

He grinned at your retreating form,

"She definitely let it get to her head." He whispered to Davi as he led him towards the house.

"Heard that!" You shouted.

Both him and Davi let out giggles at your response and you found yourself smiling widely again as you walked back into the living room.

You could definitely get used to this.

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My sunshine

You and Neymar started dating a year ago. You met when you moved to Paris and he couldn’t help but feeling attracted to you. Not just your beauty, he loved everything about you. Your shyness. Your kindness. Everything.

You were the perfect opposites.

You were shy and introvert, you hated parties, loud music and alcohol. Your ideal saturday night was staying at home with junk food and movies. Alone. Just enjoying that night for yourself.

He, on the other side, wasn’t shy. He liked to party. He was known for throwing big parties. His ideal saturday night was getting wasted at the club and dancing till morning came. Of course, when he didn’t have any match.

This time you had to go with him though. He thrown a birthday party for one of his best friend and he wanted you there. You tried to convince him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen, he wanted you to go. So you had no choice.

You wore a long grey dress, not to revealing, a pair of black boots and a leather jacket. You were nervous but tried to act normal.

“You look gorgeous meu amor” he said kissing your cheek.

You said nothing but smiled a little.

You left home and went straight to the club.

When you arrived you could already sense your anxiety rising.

“Just a couple of hours and then we’ll go home” Neymar said in your ear and you smiled at him.

Neymar tried to keep you close to him as much as he could but eventually he went dancing with his friends and, knowing you weren’t comfortable he said nothing, he kissed you on the cheek and left you there. All alone. In a huge place with people you didn’t know.

You went straight to sit on a black leather couch you saw a little bit away from the crowd and began to drink your water to calm yourself down a bit.

After 20 minutes Neymar was still dancing and you couldn’t help but smile at seeing him so happy.

But everything changed when a man sat next to you with a glass of wine in hand.

“What is doing a pretty little thing here all alone?” he asked trying to flirt with you.

You began to panic a bit.

“Nothing” you said with a firm voice

“Why don’t we go to dance?” he asked you

“No I’m fine thank you”

“Okay…do you wanna leave? I know a place where we could go”

“No I’ll stay here”

“You sure?” he asked now putting a hand on your arm. You flinched a little. You didn’t like when people touched you out of nothing.

“Yes I’m sure but you can go if you want to”

“Nahhh…I’ll stay here” he said while his hand was going to your breast. You were feeling so uncomfortable but you didn’t know what to do. You tried to look for Neymar but he couldn’t see you.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom” you said standing up and left.

You didn’t know where you were going as the place was huge and your eyes were glossy full of tears.

Once you got in the corridor you started crying and you held your self to the wall because you couldn’t stand up straight.

You were having a panic attack and no one was there to help you. Neymar wasn’t there.

You tried to calm yourself down but couldn’t concentrate. Too many thoughts invading your head.

“Here you are” the man of before said to you when he found you “are you okay baby? You want to get out of here?” he asked and you couldn’t help but feeling disgusted at how he tried to get into your pants when you weren’t clearly thinking straight

“No i’m good”

“C’mon I’ll help you” he said putting his hands around your waist

“No let me go…”

“Don’t be brat I just want to help you” he said while his hand went back straight to your breast.

“Don’t touch me…” you said trying to fight back but he wouldn’t leave you alone

“I know you want this” he said kissing your neck and you couldn’t help but feeling dirty.

He tried to lift your dress up when a pair of hands removed him from your body. It was Neymar.

You were sto tired of everything that you let yourself falling on the ground.

“Don’t you dare to touch her again” Neymar shouted while punching the guy right in the face

“Ney-Neymar I’m so sorry” the guy said before leaving.

You couldn’t stop crying.

Your head on your knees.

Ney ’s heart broke at the sight of you.

“Meu amor…can I pick you up?” he asked kneeling in front of you.

You said no.

You didn’t want anybody to touch you, not even your boyfriend.

“Okay…” he said softly

“I wanna go home” you whispered and he nodded.

You stood up by yourself and went straight into the car, Ney following you behind.

You didn’t spoke the whole ride. Too shocked to even say a word.

When you got home you went straight into the shower, letting the hot water cleaning your body. You felt dirty. You kept rubbing your skin until it turned red. You washed yourself but you didn’t feel clean, at all.

You got out of the shower and wore a black comfy pajamas and went to bed.

You saw Neymar laid on the bed waiting for you.

“Babe? Can we talk about it?” he asked

“I’d rather not”

“Baby…I’m so sorry I let this happen to you, I should have been there”

“It’s not your fault Neyney” you said and he smiled when you called him by nickname

“I should have been with you the whole night”

“Neymar, you had every right to have fun…you’re not my babysitter”

“No but I’m your boyfriend and I’m meant to protect you…”

“Ney…” you said putting your head on his shoulder “can you hug me?” you asked in a soft voice

He smiled and hugged you “I just wished it didn’t happen”

“Me too…” you whispered and he kissed your neck “I just wished I didn’t feel so dirty” you said completely breaking down

“Ehi no baby…no, don’t think like that, it wasn’t your fault, my sunshine, my beautiful sunshine, don’t ever think like that again okay? It wasn’t your fault…” he said keeping you close while you cried. You couldn’t even reply because of the tears. He started singing a soft brazilian song to help you calm down. Eventually you did. You fell asleep right there in his arms, while he was still singing to you. You wished you could stay there forever, in his arms, while feeling safe and protected.

[junker-town]

4 reasons Barcelona’s comeback against PSG shouldn’t have been possible

The best Champions League comeback of all time was even more ridiculous than you think.

Barcelona entered the second leg of their UEFA Champions League Round of 16 tie against Paris Saint-Germain down 4-0. They conceded an away goal, which should have put a lid on proceedings. But they came back to win 6-5 on aggregate, completing one of the best comebacks in soccer history.

This sounds incredible on the surface, but the comeback was even more impressive than it looks.

1. No one comes back from four goals down

This is the most obvious reason, but it can’t be overstated how rare it is for a team to overturn a 4-0 first leg defeat. No one has ever done it in the Champions League or even in the old European Cup, dating back to the 1955-56 season.

1 – Barcelona are the first side in Champions League and European Cup history to overturn a first-leg 4-goal deficit. Mesmeric.

— OptaJoe (@OptaJoe) March 8, 2017

But a team has come down from four goals before, in a different European competition. It was...

Barcelona: Are the first side to overcome a first-leg deficit of 4+ goals in European competition since 1986 #FCBPSG http://pic.twitter.com/TvruhyCs6N

— WhoScored.com (@WhoScored) March 8, 2017

...Real Madrid! In the third round of the 1985-86 UEFA Cup, Los Merengues lost 5-1 away to Borussia Mönchengladbach in the first leg. But that away goal made their task a bit easier than Barca’s was, and Real Madrid progressed with a 4-0 second leg victory.

But despite the unlikely nature of the comeback, Barcelona good enough that ESPN’s in-house Soccer Power Index thought it was possible for something like this to happen.

SPI gave Barcelona a 7% chance to advance entering today's match

— ESPN Stats & Info (@ESPNStatsInfo) March 8, 2017

2. The winning goal came because Barcelona’s goalkeeper got in on the action

Marc-Andre ter Stegen has always been a bit eccentric. Barca signed him to replace Victor Valdes for that reason specifically — no team likes a keeper that can play with his feet more than the Blaugrana.

That ultimately paid off in the dying minutes on Wednesday when ter Stegen — who had run forward for a previous free kick — sprinted back to recover the ball and draw a foul. 30 seconds later, Barcelona had the ball in the goal.

1 - Barcelona's 95th min goal came from a free-kick given after a foul on goalkeeper Marc-André Ter Stegen on the opposition half. History. http://pic.twitter.com/Ps6aalmkeF

— OptaJohan (@OptaJohan) March 8, 2017

Barca wouldn’t have won this match if they didn’t have a goalkeeper willing to put moves on an on-rushing defender in his own half.

3. Barca didn’t even create great chances

If a team scores six goals, you assume that they put on an attacking masterclass. Barcelona didn’t exactly do that. The chances they created weren’t terribly impressive at all.

xG map for Barcelona - PSG. someday, people will seek to explain the events we just witnessed. they will fail. http://pic.twitter.com/XHvNxnTzGA

— Caley Graphics (@Caley_graphics) March 8, 2017

This is worse than a typical Barca game. Their finishing prowess is such that you might expect them to score two goals from a 1.6 expected goals game, and three isn’t terribly uncommon. But six? Team’s don’t score six goals from these shots. It’s unheard of.

The reason Barca was able to pull it off was a fatal error by PSG early in the match, plus — and sorry Barca fans, we have to be honest here — some questionable officiating. The own goal came on a comedy of errors by Marquinhos and Layvin Kurzawa, and the penalties were very lucky. On the first drawn by Neymar, there was at least significant contact, even if Neymar went looking for it. But the second penalty was just a dive by Luis Suarez, without qualification. That call can’t be justified.

How often do teams get handed a terrible own goal and two shaky penalty calls?

4. Neymar had the best seven minutes of his life

Neymar is an excellent player, one that PSG could have expected to play a huge part in Barcelona’s win. He does lead the Champions League in assists, after all.

Most Champions League assists 2015/16: Sanchez, Coman (5) 2014/15: Iniesta, Messi (5) 2013/14: Di Maria, Benzema (5) Neymar already has 8! http://pic.twitter.com/MB6uhn6IJh

— James McManus (@JamesMcManus1) March 8, 2017

But it’s extremely rare for a player to take over in the dying minutes like he did, putting the entire Barcelona squad on his back and dragging them to victory. While PSG was focused on making sure Lionel Messi didn’t see much of the ball, Neymar did something that matched any of Messi’s amazing Champions League performances.

.@neymarjr: MotM vs Paris Saint-Germain @FCBarcelona http://pic.twitter.com/nTNwhrkqvu

— WhoScored.com (@WhoScored) March 8, 2017

And it’s fair to say that until the very end of the match, Neymar was just very good, not exceptional. His 88th minute free kick goal is what sparked some belief in Barcelona that their comeback was possible, but he did most of the work to finish it off, converting a penalty in the 91st minute and assisting the game-winner with a perfect chipped ball over the top of the defense.

Find a replay of the game, if you can. Watch it again and enjoy it, because you’re unlikely to see anything like it happen again.

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Could you write Neymar x reader where reader just got her drivers license and Neymar is scared of driving with her?

pls i love this request lol

neymar x reader

Red lights, stop signs

Driver license was blasting through your car the moment you passed the test and got your own license. You failed the exam five times and probably every one of your friends knew what a bad driver you were, that including your boyfriend Neymar so when you called him telling him you passed the test he was surprised - happy for you - but still surprised. His mood changed from surprised to scared when you offered to pick him up from practice and seeing how happy you were he couldn’t say no.

So he said yes.

And now he was fidgeting with his own fingers waiting for you to arrive.

When he saw your black car coming through the gate his fear got worse.

“Hey!” you shouted from your window “you stay there or you come up?” you asked him, pointing to the passenger seat.

“I’m coming” he smiled at you, trying to ease his fear.

The first thing he did once he got in your car was putting his seatbelt on and praying for dear life, because all he wanted to do was to get home safe and sound.

When you sped out of the gate his anxiety became to rise.

“Babe…there’s a stop sign over there” he said to you.

“Yes” you said “but it’s over there…I’m still here” you pointed out.

“You’re right…” he whispered trying to keep it calm.

The worst part started when you started driving in a more crowded road.

“Baby…baby please slow down” Neymar said to you.

“I’m at the red light! The car’s not even moving…Neymar, what’s wrong?” you asked him this time, completely loosing your patience.

“No-nothing’s wrong” he said.

“Ney?” you called him.

“Okay…I love you and you know that…but-but meu amor, you’re the worst driver I’ve ever met and I have no idea how you passed the exam…so please, when the light turns green, can you go slow?” he asked you and you sensed his anxiety.

“Oh…okay” you said, a bit offended. You knew you weren’t the best driver ever but you gave your soul for passing the exam and you really hoped he was going to be proud of you, instead you were met with someone who didn’t even want to stay with you in that moment.

“Babe please…you know I don’t mean it in that way…” he tried to explain.

“No it’s fine…I get it” you said.

“Babe…” he spoke again but you stopped him.

“I thought that maybe you would be proud of me…I know I failed the exam so many times but one time I make it and you’re here acting all scared…” you said.

“No no baby it’s not like that…I’m so proud of you baby…I’m a total dick, I’m so proud of you meu amor, I swear” he explained.

“Okay…” you said, feeling the honesty in his voice and knowing you couldn’t stay mad at him.

“Okay?” he smiled “I think we should stop and get some food so we can watch your favourite movies and eat and stay in bed all night long, what you think?” he asked you and you smirked.

“You know me so well…” you laughed and he laughed with you as you sped going to your favourite restaurant.

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can you maybe do something about neymar where the reader gets hurt while in the stands due to angry fans either intentionally ( due to most psg fans hating neymar ) or accidentally hurting her after a miss from him? thank you so much, i love your work!

Hiii thank you for requesting this! I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind it!

neymar jr x reader

Never change

It was PSG match night and, of course, as Neymar’s girlfriend you never missed on of his games. Unfortunately tonight you couldn’t attend because you had a last minute work meeting and you wouldn’t make it in time for the game. Ney already knew it and, even if he was a little bit sad you couldn’t go he knew how much you loved your work so he simply said you that it was okay.

The meeting ended earlier than expected. You would still make it in time for the second half of the match so once you reached the stadium you begged for the ticket lady to give you one ticket, it didn’t matter where you were sat, you just wanted to be there for Neymar.

Surprisingly you got a nice view ticket. Not too high or far from the pitch. You knew Neymar could see you from that distance and you were waiting for his reaction to see you there. But as he noticed you, some fans noticed you too and they weren’t quite happy with you being there, mostly because of Neymar. How he wanted to leave the team years ago and how he wants to leave the team now, PSG fans took it to heart and they were still quite mad with him for this.

You heard some sarcastic comments coming from behind you but you simply ignored them and watched the game. It wasn’t anything new for you, you read and heard bad things on you everyday, simply because you were dating Neymar.

You enjoyed the game and PSG won. You were so happy you couldn’t wait to go home and celebrate with Neymar.

But before you could leave the stadium some crazy fans pushed you and you fell.

“Tell your boyfriend that he sucks” he said and some other men started laughing. Unfortunately for you Neymar was already in the changing room and he couldn’t have seen you.

“He’s useless by the way” someone else said and you got so mad you couldn’t stay there.

“He just made you win” you said back but the fans didn’t like this answer so one of them took you by the arm and threw you on the floor again. This time you hit your head and you felt a little bit dizzy but no one was there to help you, not even security.

“I’m sorry you’re dating someone like him, I’m sure he cheats on you every night with someone prettier” he said and you felt your tears threatening to come out of your eyes “and skinnier” he said again laughing. You couldn’t handle it. You were a very self conscious person and when you started dating Neymar you were terrified he would leave you for someone prettier. He made all of your fears vanish. He told you how much he was in love with you and that he would give up his own career if you asked him too just for you. He was deeply in love with you.

You quickly stood up and left the stadium, ignoring the people calling for you. Your head hurt, your legs were shaking and you were clearly about to have a panic attack.

You arrived home earlier than Neymar and all you wanted to do was crying in his arms but at the same time you didn’t want to worry him so you took a shower and pretended nothing happened. Bad thing was that your head was bleeding, not much, but just to show that it was bruised. You put some paper towel on the back of your head trying to stop the bleeding. You noticed a purple hand print around your arm too and that was kinda hurt to hide.

“Hi babe” you heard Neymar coming behind you. You were so focused on your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear him coming home.

“Heyyy” you said turning to face him and throwing the paper tower away.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked immediately as he saw the paper towel covered in blood.

“It’s nothing don’t worry I just fell…” you lied but the knew you better and he knew you were lying.

“Honey don’t lie…what happened?” he said grabbing your hands and his look became more serious when he saw the handprint on your wrist “babe who did this? Were you harassed?” he asked again.

“No…it’s nothing really” you tried to shove it away but he wouldn’t let go.

“What happened? Please y/n tell me…” he almost begged.

You told him everything that happened at the stadium, mentioning him the fans and the bad things they said about him and how you stood up for him.

“I’m gonna kill them!” he shouted making you flinch a bit “Where was the security? Why they didn’t do their job!” he shouted again, taking you on the couch and letting you sit on his lap “I can’t believe people would do something like that! I’m so sorry baby…fuck, I wished I saw it! So I could have stopped them” he said grabbing your wrist hand placing a soft kiss in the bruise. Luckily your head stopped bleeding but still, Neymar wanted to take you to the ER just for precaution. You agreed to go with him and once you were checked the doctor told you that you had a mild concussion and that you had to rest for two weeks, not leaving the house, no work environment and no getting up from your bed.

Neymar said he would take care of you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Once home he helped you getting in bed and cooked you something to eat.

“I’m sorry it happened to you baby” he said once you were both laying in bed, you head on his chest.

“I know…I just wished they appreciate you more…you do everything for this team” you said back making him smile. You yawned a bit, sign that you were tired.

You fell asleep on his chest and he looked at you with adoring eyes “never change babe” he said before turning the lights off.

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I love your blog ❤️❤️ never stop writing ❤️ can i request Neymar and Reader where maybe they are cooking together and Neymar breaks a plate and reader flinches because she was in a bad relationship before Neymar but he doesn’t know it please?❤️

Thank you so much <3

Thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️

Neymar x reader

Tw : mention of panic attack, domestic violence and abuse

My angel

You and Neymar started to date only a few months ago, everything was new into your relationship, you were still in the honeymoon phase where he would bring you flowers at your office, you would meet every single time after dinner to spend some quality time together and he would give you free tickets to his games. Everything was beautiful but there was just one little detail you didn’t tell him ; you came from a very long and abusive relationship, your ex boyfriend manipulated you into thinking you couldn’t live without him, he made you needed him to the point you couldn’t live without knowing if he was okay or not and when you realised you were stuck into his mind game it was too late, he took all of his anger out on you, it didn’t matter how many times you begged him to stop, he wouldn’t listen.

Your opportunity came when you applied for a job in Paris, that meaning you would had to leave all of your life and start a new one but you didn’t care, you wanted to be free so one day you took that job and left when he was at work. It was the best decision you ever made. It’s been a year now. You met Neymar a couple of months after you moved in Paris and even if you stayed friends for a lot you both felt a pull, you both were so in love with each others it was almost sickening. You would still live in your own apartment, needing your time alone and your spaces and it was okay with that plus you knew he had a son so you didn’t want to make things awkward for him too.

You liked being with Neymar. He made you feel safe and protected, something you thought you would never feel again. He showed you real love and how to love. He knew you came from a bad relationship but you didn’t say anything else, he thought your ex cheated on you and you were okay with that, you didn’t want to bring him in your dark past, not when you created your own perfect bubble to live in.

One night you were having dinner at his place, Davi was with his mother so you and Ney had the place all for yourselves. Instead of ordering food you both decided to cook something, he wanted to make a brazilian dish for you and he asked you to help him cook. You were having so much fun that you didn’t think that a simple plate breaking would trigger all of your trauma in that moment.

Neymar accidentally dropped a plate that it ended all smashed on the floor.

The moment the plate broke something triggered in you and you flinched, scared by the sound.

“You okay?” Neymar asked you when he saw you flinching

“Uh? Oh yeah I’m-I’m fine I just got scared” you said keeping your voice from shaking. Ney seemed okay with your response so he didn’t asked more questions and you were grateful for that but still something wasn’t right with you. Your mind was back at your old place with your ex, the moments he used to shout ad you, the moments he used to lay his hands on you, the moments he used to throw glasses and empty bottles at you and in that exact moment the glass you were holding completely fell from your hands, smashing into millions of pieces on the floor.

“Oh my…I’m sorry Ney” you said with tears in your eyes, remembering all the things your ex would do to you if you dared breaking something he bought because - how he used to say - he worked hard for all you ever had and you didn’t show him appreciation if you broke something “I’m really sorry…I’m so sorry Ney, I promise you I’ll buy you a new one please don’t be mad” you said, head low while taking a few steps back

“Babe? It’s okay it’s just a glass” he said trying to reach for your hand but you flinched away “honey can you look at me?” he gently asked you and you nodded. Your glossy and now puffy eyes meeting Neymar’s worried face

“I swear I’ll buy you a new one, I didn’t mean to break it” you spoke again, fear in your voice while tears fell from your face “just please don’t be mad…”

“Babe…I really don’t care about that glass, I promise you, I’m worried about you my love…can I come closer?” he asked you but you moved your head no “…okay, it’s okay…y/n can you tell me what is going on please?” he asked now, he was kinda worried, not knowing what was going on with you

“Promise me you won’t be mad please…” you asked him and he nodded “okay…so, you know how before meeting you I was in this ehm…kind of toxic relationship right?” you asked him

“Yes, with the shit that cheated on you…” he raised his voice a little bit and you flinched again “babe…did he ever hurt you?” he asked you softly when he saw you flinching again. At this point you started crying more and more and Ney had no idea of what to do, you clearly showed that you didn’t want to be touched and it was okay for him, but he wanted to comfort you and had no idea how.

“He was…he was manipulative and when I tried to stop him it was too late - he became more violent and abusive and I was stuck there” you cried “I had no friends, my friends were his friends and I knew they would have never believed me…I was completely alone and I got stuck into that situation for months and months and I-I” you kept telling him your story but you were panicking and Neymar sensed it

“Honey shhh…it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me the whole story if you don’t want to…I just want you to know that I’m here okay?” he said comforting you giving you a smile and you hugged him, needing him to comfort you. He wrapped his arms around your body keeping you close “shhh…it’s okay baby, it’s okay, it’s over now” he whispered you

“It’s just…he used to throw bottles at me so when you broke the plate it kinda reminded me of him and-and when I broke your glass I panicked…” you explained while his hands were gently massaging your back

“I’m so sorry you went through this baby…” he said, letting a few tears fall but quickly wiping those away because he didn’t want to cry in front of you, he wanted to be strong for you in that moment even if his blood was boiling but he kept it calm and he kissed your forehead “…I’m really so fucking sorry this shit happened to you…you didn’t deserve it okay? You should be proud of you meu amor, you’re so strong you got out of it…I’m so proud of you baby, I love you so much” Neymar was fuming, he couldn’t imagine someone hurting his girl, his love. To him you were an angel, so pure and kind and just the thought of someone laying their hands on you made him so mad but in that moment all he wanted to do was hold you and keeping you close and closer to him, comforting you and telling you how proud he was of you - “okay…I have an idea, why don’t you put on a movie, whatever movie you want to watch and I finish cooking so we can eat and then cuddle all night?” Neymar asked you and saw you smiling a bit

“It’s perfect” you said kissing him and going to the living room to pick up a movie. Neymar smiled at you while finishing to cook, already thinking that you may have chosen a marvel movie even if he was more a dc person but he didn’t care, all he wanted was for you to be comfortable and happy with him.

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Can you write something with neymar where reader is from LA and is visiting ney. Then reader gets homesick and becomes a bit distant, but then ney realizes that she is homesick and comforsts reader.

I really loved your other writings so i had to request this one❤️❤️ 

Hii! Thank you for requesting this! I didn’t know if you wanted Neymar to be in Brazil or in Paris in this story 🥲 I hope you don’t mind reader’s visiting him Paris.

I really hope you like this ❤️

ps: i remember when i went to london all by myself when i was 16 and i stayed there for a month and i remember telling my friends i was missing home in italy and they just ignored me :) nostalgia is real people !!!

City of Angels

Los Angeles. Your safe place. Your safe heaven. Your home.

You thought no place on Earth could ever compete with your hometown. You had the hills, the beaches, museums and millions of people visiting every year. It was your home.

You lived in a nice cozy apartment on the Hills. It was small but it was everything you ever dreamed of. Every morning you woke up with the beautiful Los Angeles sun coming through your window, the Hollywood sign in background. It was perfect. Your life was perfect.

Also because you were dating famous football player Neymar. Honestly you had no idea of who he was before you googled him. Being a Los Angeles Dodgers fan meant that you knew nothing about football or soccer as you call it to make Neymar mad.

You met in LA, that’s why you are so thankful for this city. You were both attending the same party and the moment your eyes met you knew it was game over. He introduced himself to you and waited for your surprised reaction that never came. It took you a whole week before finding out who he really was. He always loved this side of you. He dated so many people who wanted him only for fame and money, but with you things were different, you were so pure and kind and not affected by fame or popularity. Probably because that was the normality in LA.

You were getting ready for going to the airport, ready to leave the City of Angeles behind and spend the next two months in Paris with your boyfriend Neymar. You were so excited to see him again but honestly you couldn’t stop but feeling a little sad leaving this city behind. You let a few tears fall while watching the Hollywood sign from your bedroom. Then you closed all the suitcases and left for for the airport.

Almost 9 hours of flight after and you landed in Paris. Neymar couldn’t come and get you because he was practicing that day so he sent one of drivers to come and get you.

The moment you left the airport shock hit you. The sky was so grey you couldn’t even see the clouds, it was raining and it was freezing cold. You weren’t ready for this.

You smiled at his driver and got into the car while you were watching the view from your passenger side.

“Why everything seems so boring?” you asked yourself hoping Ney’s driver didn’t hear you. But he was too focused on the road to even pay attention to you.

Once you’ve arrived, the driver helped you into Ney’s apartment and then left. Neymar gave you his spare keys when he was in Los Angeles visiting you.

His apartment was huge.

Literally huge. It took you almost 20 minutes to visit every room. His apartment included an indoor pool and gym, five bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, a theatre room, a playroom, a large kitchen and a living room with the amazing view of the eiffel tower.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad” you hoped.

You were sitting on the couch watching some weird french movie that you couldn’t even understand when Neymar appeared in the living room.

“You already got yourself comfortable I see” he said coming behind you and kissing your head

“Ney!!” you jumped on his arms the moment you saw him

“Did you miss me angel?” he asked kissing you while he hold you by your ass

“Very much” you replied between kisses

“There are so many things I want to show you” he told you. And so it was. For he first two days he didn’t have practice so he showed you around Paris. It was nice actually. A bit cold but it was good. You loved the museums, the architecture, the churches.

But after the first week passed nostalgia hit you hard. You started missing the sun and the warm of your beautiful city.

One morning depression hit you really bad. You woke up and it was raining so much you couldn’t even go outside and get breakfast. So you stayed at home, sat on the couch with a fluffy blanked around your body watching the rain coming down from the window.

You couldn’t help but let a few tears fall. You’ve never been so nostalgic, but here you are.

You were so stressed that you didn’t even hear Neymar coming out from the bathroom, freshly showered. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some sport pants.

“Meu amor?” he gently approached you, slightly worried when he saw you crying “are you okay?”

“Yes…” you said wiping a few tears from your face

“Sure…” he sat next to you “care to tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s silly…”

“If you’re crying it’s not silly”

“I just-I miss home…” you said letting more tears fall

“What-what you mean?” he asked you a bit worried “you don’t like it here?”

“It’s not that…it’s just-it’s just that I miss Los Angeles so much…I’ve never been this nostalgic I don’t know what has gotten into me, I’m sorry”

“No baby, don’t be sorry, it’s completely normal” he said hugging you “you’ve never been away from home this much, it’s normal feeling a bit sad”

“I know I just wished I didn’t cry…”

“You can cry all you want with me” he said kissing your forehead

“Thank you babe…I really needed it”

“Of course meu amor…you know what? I don’t have any match next week…what if we go back to Los Angeles for a couple of days? Ah? You can show me that crazy fast food you can’t stop talking about!”

“You mean In N Out?” you asked while your eyes were completely shining

“Yes that one”

“Are you sure? I know you love Paris…and it’s your free week…”

“I’m happy as long as you are. And clearly you’re feeling a little bit distressed now…nothing would make me happy than to go back in Los Angeles with you amor”

“I love you so much Ney!” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him while he held your hips

“I love you too baby, so fucking much…” he whispered while you kept kissing.

You couldn’t ask for more. In the end, your life was really perfect.