#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]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

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]

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.

[k9iriz]

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 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙���

(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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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

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“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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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 💞💞

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

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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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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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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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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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hello :) can i request ney x reader where they just started dating not too long ago and it’s the readers first time staying at neys place so yk everything is pretty much new and excited for them, but then one evening they had a few drunks and everything was all good and funny until ney suddenly gets in a bad mood (maybe he’s triggered by something idk, something that reminds him of his past) and they start talking about it, really opening up to each other, ney realises how much reader loves him and he’s able to trust her. i'm sorry if this is too much/complicated but it’s just an idea that i had lmao 😭 loved the movie night imagine sm i felt like you’re the right one to write that haha

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: YAAAAAAY A NEYMAR REQUEST!! and Haha I understand what you are trying to say! Thank you so much for requesting, I love writing about NeyNey c: I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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As you step out of the car, you can't help but gasp in amazement at the sight of your boyfriend Neymar's luxurious mansion. It's a beautiful house, with a beautiful lawn and a beautiful view of the city. You've never seen anything like it before.

As you walk towards the front door, your heart is pounding with excitement. You can't wait to see what it's like inside. You love Neymar with all your heart, and the thought of spending time in his home is almost too much to bear. As you step inside, you're struck by the opulence of the place. The floors are marble, the walls are adorned with priceless art, and the furniture is all custom-made. You can hardly believe that you're standing in the same room as Neymar, let alone that you get to stay here. Neymar greets you with a warm smile and a hug. "Welcome to my humble abode," he says, his voice full of playful sarcasm. "I hope you're ready to be spoiled." You wrap your arms around him and hold on tight, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. You've been dating for a few months now, and you've never been happier. Neymar shows you around his house, your eyes wide with wonder. Everything is new and exciting, from the outdoor pool to the state-of-the-art kitchen. You could spend hours gazing out the window at the breathtaking view of the city. Just briefly looking at it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. One evening, as you're curled up on the couch with Neymar, you turn to him and say, "I can't believe how amazing this all is. I feel like I'm living in a dream."

Neymar smiles and takes your hand. "I'm glad you like it. But it's not the house that makes it special. It's you."

You feel your heart swell with love for him. "I love you so much, Neymar."

"I love you too," he replies, pulling you close. "I want to give you everything you could ever want or need. I want to spoil you."

You shake your head, "I don't need any of this. I just need you."

Neymar leans in and kisses you gently. "You have me. And you always will."

Over the next few days, you continue to enjoy your time in Neymar's home. You cook meals together in the gourmet kitchen, watch movies in the home theater, and swim in the indoor pool. Every moment feels like a fairy tale, and you can't imagine ever wanting to leave.

The last night of your vacation is now upon you, and while you wish you could remain another day, you must board a plane tomorrow night to travel to New York City for New York Fashion Week for your photography gig.

Neymar wanted to make sure you two could have fun together since it is your last night there, and what is more fun than dancing?

As you and Neymar enjoy a few drinks together, the two of you dance to the music, relishing each other's company. With the volume turned up, someone driving by might mistake your intimate gathering for a raucous party. As you sway back and forth, he presses up against your back, and you both revel in the moment. He then pulls you close by the waist, turning you around and taking your hand. With a playful twirl, you both burst out laughing, completely immersed in the joy of the moment.

Neymar slurred words echoing over the blaring music, "Why caN't yOu juSt MArrY meeeeeeeeeee?" He stumbles around trying to dance, clearly more intoxicated than you are. You couldn't help but laugh at his drunken antics. Despite feeling tipsy yourself, you still had your wits about you. You reach for the bottle of Grey Goose sitting on the living room table and pour yourself another shot. As you downed the drink, you realized you couldn't taste anything and it went down like water, a sensation you were not used to. Typically, the burning sensation of alcohol would make you cringe, but tonight, it was absent. Suddenly, Neymar announces he has to go to the bathroom, stumbling and almost tripping over his own feet. You try to rush over to help him, but your slightly off balance state slowed you down. "Let me give you a hand," you offer, reaching out to grab his arm.

Neymar's expression turns hostile as he looks at you and retorts "I don't need your FUCKIN’ help...why the FUCK does everyone think I need THEIR HELP? HUH? HUH?" His angry outburst left you puzzled, as he had been dancing happily just moments before. You struggled to make sense of his sudden change in behavior. However, given your current state, you found it difficult to remain composed and fire back, "What the heck is your problem? I only tried to help because I saw you were about to fall!" 

Neymar let out a small laugh, "So, you didn't think I'm capable of helping myself? I don't need any assistance to use the fucking bathroom? You're just like them! You think I'm a fucking baby, don't you? A crybaby that just can't take care of himself, and that's why I always ACT like I'm hurt when I'm in excruciating pain! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO CONSTANTLY GET HURT AT THE SAME SPOT AND EVERYONE JUST KEEPS THINKING YOU'RE FAKING!" His voice grew louder and more intense with each passing word. You were about to interrupt him, but something made you pause and listen. You realized that his anger wasn't directed towards you, but rather towards the constant hate he received on the internet. You glared at him, not saying a word before turning around to grab the remote for the speakers and lower the volume.

"Ney, come here," you said in a soothing tone, hoping to calm him down as well as yourself. "No," he simply replied, causing you to roll your eyes. "You're acting ridiculous right now," you started to say, but he cut you off. "SEE, THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM, I-" You interrupted him this time, "SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" He fell silent, glaring at you with a mix of anger and confusion.

“What you are feeling right now is not towards me! I understand that you are not in the right state of mind right now, but I'm not gonna sit here and allow you to continue to yell at me!,” You eyebrows furrow as you speak.  “Neymar, I see you as a strong and powerful individual. Your spirit, both mentally and physically, is truly remarkable. Your passion for futebol is inspiring, and your determination to succeed despite all the injuries and setbacks is admirable. I want you to know that your injuries don't define you or your abilities. You are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to, and I believe in you. I know that social media can be tough, but please don't let it get to you. You have so much talent and potential, and I'm here to support you and cheer you on every step of the way. You are not weak, Neymar. You are a fighter, and every obstacle you face is an opportunity for you to grow even stronger. So, keep pushing yourself and believing in yourself. Remember that every obstacle is an opportunity to grow and become even stronger. I'll always be here to support you and cheer you on, no matter what. And even though I'm not the best at futebol, we can 1v1 each other if that makes you feel better,” you let out a small laugh at the end of the sentence knowing how bad you are at futebol and how easy it is for him to beat you. 

Neymar remains silent for a moment, his expression turning pensive as he processes your words. You can see the sadness in his eyes, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. "Y/N... Do you truly believe that?" he finally asks, his voice heavy with emotion.

You nod your head emphatically, "Of course I do. You are an incredibly talented player, Neymar. Your skills and dedication to futebol are undeniable, and nothing anyone says on social media can change that. You are so much more than their opinions and criticisms."

You decide to get him a bottle of water to help him sober up, walking over to the kitchen to grab one. As you walk back over to him you can tell that the argument has sobered you up, you hand him the water. Neymar takes a few sips before speaking up again, "I'm truly sorry, Y/N. It's just... the pressure of social media is getting to me. Everyone always talks about how I'm faking my injuries during futebol games when I'm being serious. It's like they think I'm some sort of crybaby or childish. I've gotten injured in the same spot so many times, but all they see is me rolling around on TV screens. It's just frustrating when they don't put themselves in my shoes, and how they disrespect me."

You listen to him carefully, understanding his frustration and pain. "I can imagine how that must make you feel," you say, trying to be supportive. "It's not easy to have people constantly doubting you and your abilities. But you know what? You are not defined by what others say about you. You know your truth, and that's what matters the most."

Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, you continue, "You are such a talented player, and you have worked so hard to get where you are. Don't let the negativity of others bring you down. Keep pushing yourself and focusing on your goals. The right people will see your hard work and dedication, and they will support you no matter what. And remember, everything you feel is valid. It's okay to be frustrated and upset, but don't let those feelings consume you. You are strong and resilient, and you will get through this."

Neymar stands up, not saying a word as he hugs you tightly, "I don't know what I would do without you," he says, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "I just feel so worthless sometimes, like I'm not good enough."

You pull  back slightly so you could look into his eyes. "Don't ever say that," you say firmly. "You are amazing and talented, and you have so much to offer the world. I believe in you, and I know that you can achieve anything you set your mind to."

Neymars face softens, and he gives you a small smile. "Thank you," he says softly. "You always know how to make me feel better."

You smile back at him, feeling grateful that you could be there for him when he needs you. "That's what I'm here for," you say, kissing him on the cheek. "To love and support you, no matter what."

Neymar remains quiet as you two continue to hug , savoring the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He thinks about how much he loves you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He never thought he could find someone who understood him so well and supported him through everything.

As he thinks about your words of encouragement, he feels a warm feeling spread throughout his body. He realizes that just hearing your voice and feeling your touch can instantly make him feel better. He feels loved and cherished, and he knows that no matter what happens in his life, you will always be there for him.

He pulls back to look at you, taking in your beautiful features and the softness of your skin. He feels overwhelmed with gratitude for having you in his life. "Thank you for everything," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you so much."

You smile at him, your eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "I love you too," you say, caressing his cheek with your hand. "I will always be here for you, through the good times and the bad. We'll get through everything together."

Neymar feels a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he has you by his side. He feels loved and supported, and he knows that no matter what challenges come his way, he will be able to face them with you at his side. He leans in for a gentle kiss, savoring the warmth and love that he feels in this moment.

You give him another kiss before he pulls away from you and says, "Now, if you'll excuse me, my darling, I seriously do need to go pee like really, really, really bad." "Then leave!" You chuckle as you see him hurry to the restroom down the hall

You can't help but feel grateful for moments like these, where you can be there for each other and bring comfort and happiness to each other's lives. You think about how lucky you are to have someone like Neymar in your life, someone who brings so much joy and love into your world.

As you wait for Neymar to return from the bathroom, you feel mischievous and decide to play a prank on him to lighten the mood. You quickly sneak into the kitchen, trying to suppress your giggles, and search for something to use. Your eyes catch sight of a plastic spider sitting on Neymar's dresser, and you can't resist the opportunity to use it. You grab it and hide near the exit of the hallway, waiting for him to return.

When he finally returns, you hurl the spider towards him, causing him to jump back in surprise and let out a loud scream. "OH FUCK!" he yells, his heart racing from the sudden fright. You can't help but laugh at his reaction, feeling accomplished in your prank.

Neymar looks at you, a mix of shock and laughter in his voice, "Y/N! That's what you get for constantly pranking me!"

But his laughter quickly turns into a mischievous smile as he exclaims, "Oh, I'm totally going to get you now!" He chases after you, and you squeal as you laugh, running away from him in excitement.

As you both playfully run around the house, you feel a sense of happiness and contentment being with the person you love. It's moments like these that remind you of the joy and laughter that come with being in a relationship, and you feel grateful for each moment you spend together.

[wavypotatochips]

Movie Night | A Neymar Jr. Short Story

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Neymar Jr x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You and Neymar are dating, and decide one night to watch a movie together.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 835

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It sucks that he was not able to play during the International break :/ No one request NeyNey stuff <//3 soooo I have taken it upon my own hands to write about him while working on other request c: Hope you enjoy teeheeee

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Neymar cries out from the living room, "MY LOVEEEE COME ONNNNNNN," feeling that you are taking too long to join him. As you approach the living room where he was lying on the couch and you see him clutching his heart, he cries, "WE HAVE BEEN TOO FAR AWAY FROM EACH OTHER I'M DYINGGGG," making you giggle. You playfully jump on him and say, "I have to make sure my hair is dry, I don't want to get you wet when we cuddle. He embraces you in his arms, squeezes you firmly, and rests his head against your neck. He whispers, "You smell so good," and gives your neck a few kisses. You move your head back and kiss him on the lips “And you were complaining about me spending so long in the bathroom," you say as you move yourself from him to sit up. He raises himself to a sitting position and leans on the arm rest, which allows you to curl up close to him and place your head on his chest. One of his arms encircles you while the other grabs the remote control to start the movie. The television was initially paused on the Netflix logo, so you couldn't see the movie's title, but after he pushed the play button, you can now. “THE CONJURING?"  You groan, glaring poutingly up at him, "You know I hate scary movies."  " Don't worry, my love, it's not that horrible," he grins at you, " Kylian told me."  As Neymar enjoys making jokes, he knows you have faith in Kylian, so you stare at him and respond. "Mmmmm... okay," You turn back to the screen without even noticing Neymar's menacing grin. He picked the movie because he is aware of how frightening it will be. Despite the fact that it makes him feel terrified as well, he finds it so adorable when you scream. He thinks you two will enjoy yourself. 

As the movie goes on, you both get scared a few times. Right now, you're sitting up and covering your nose with a blanket. You murmur inaudibly, "Neymar, I'm actually going to kill you," sensing another jumpscare coming. Neymar pulls some of the blankets away from you so he may use them to cover his eyes as well. "Don't be stingy with the blanket and leave me hanging!" he cries. 

You both start to scream as the conjuring monster jumpscare suddenly appears on the screen. You couldn't help but laugh after hearing his high-pitched scream. When he hears you laugh, he beams and asks, "What's so funny, eh? Eh?" You smile and say, "Nothing Nothing," attempting to control your laughing. He teases you by saying, "Oh really now?," and then attacks your sides, knowing that it is your weak area. You start to scream with laughter as you rock back and forth. “STOP! HAHAHAHAA S-S-STOP N- HAHAHAHAH NEY!" He continues while grinning, ”Then tell me what was so funny?” "OKAY OKAY!" You feel like you're about to have a cramp because your chest feels tight and your stomach starts to hurt from all the laughter. After he stops tickling you, his smile never leaves his face, allowing you to laugh a little bit more before you can finally regain your breath. You mutter, in between breaths, "You are sooo mean for that!" You exhale slowly after taking a long breath. "Okay okay..... Your," you giddily say. "I thought your scream was hilarious. You joke, "For a split second there, I couldn't tell if it was my boyfriend screaming or a young girllllll." Leaning in his direction, you bite your lower lip while also gazing into his eyes and then down at his lips. He is about to kiss you, but suddenly pulls away while frantically shouting, "Y/N!!"  You scream loudly, scared that there may be something behind you and stand up to run, but Neymar's laughter stops you. You stare down at him as he keeps laughing and opens his arms, saying, "Babe, I'm sorry I had to get you back." You swiftly grab one of the couch cushions and start hitting him with it while you mock his voice and say, "Babe, I'm sorry." He laughs as he absorbs a few blows before quickly taking the pillow from you, tossing it to the ground, and gripping your waist, yanking you toward him. It becomes more difficult for you to maintain your pretended anger as he begins to kiss you all over your face while saying, "I'm sorry, mi amooooorrrrrrrrr (my love)” You grab his head and give him a kiss on the lips while grinning. After giving you a tender kiss, he says, "I love you very much." "I love you more handsome," you smile.

Neymar starts the movie over so you two can catch up on what was missed while you two re-cuddle. You two continued to enjoy each other's company as the evening went on and kept laughing when one of you felt scared. Nevertheless, the movie night was fantastic.

[leilakisakabiri]

Dark Paradise (Neymar Jr)

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

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count [2715]

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

Part One.

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

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

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

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

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

"Who the hell are you?"

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

"I'm sorry?"

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

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

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

"Clearly. Fucking media never respects anyone."

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

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

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

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

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

You huffed pulling your hand from his grasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You staggered back, holding your now bleeding nose.

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

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

"You."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Had the fame gotten to his head?

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

And so the rivalry began.

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

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

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

"I never said that."

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

lead the team forward."

"Yes."

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

"Unsure."

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

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

"Depends."

"On?"

"How well I play."

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

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

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

He got up before you could even finish your sentence.

"Perfect, thanks everyone."

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

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

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

"I hope you got everything you need."

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

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

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

You were wrong. So very wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just some player being rude."

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

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

which for some reason lightened your mood.

"Yeah probably."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grasped onto Isa's hand tighter,

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmmm maybe a vodka cranberry?"

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

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

different drink names listed on the counter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"To Brazil!"

[wavypotatochips]

Could you please write some fluff about Neymar?Like anything but it’s just like really sweet and he’s like very cute :)))

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 𝙉𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙅𝙧

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can!!! I love writing about my #1 babygorl, ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE BRUNA B IS PREGNANT IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM !! Happy Neymar, Happy Life. ANYWAYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

[ TRANSLATOR USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY BE WRONG]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You have been feeling a little stressed and overwhelmed lately, and Neymar notices. So, he decides to surprise you with a "Self-care day" to help you relax and unwind. He puts together a basket filled with different skin care products like face masks, lip masks, hair oils, and more.

As you walk into the living room, Neymar is waiting for you with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, Linda! (beautiful)! I have a surprise for you!" he exclaims.

You're intrigued and curious about what he has planned for you. You smile and say excitedly, “Oh really? What is it!"

He stands up and grabs the basket from beside the couch so you did not see it when you walked into the living room. He holds it up to you," SUPRISEEEEEEE! Today is all about selfcare!”

You let out a small laugh as you look closer into the basket, “Thank you so much, baby this means a lot!,”you say, giving him a hug. You're touched by his thoughtfulness and can't help but feel a wave of love for him. 

 “I noticed you've been a little stressed lately, so I thought this might help you relax and feel better," he says, grinning while he hugs you back tightly. "e você sabe que eu farei qualquer coisa para ver seu sorriso (And you know I will do anything to see your smile)," he says, smiling.

You both spend the next few hours trying out different skin care products, having fun together and enjoying each other's company. Neymar is a bit of a goofball, and he makes you laugh with his antics.

You don't mind that the living room is a mess with items lying around on the table and the floor. You're relaxed and enjoying yourself. While music is playing, you are enjoying this moment with your lover.

Neymar is sitting in front of you with a Hello Kitty sheet face mask, which he insists will moisturize his skin the best. "You're just jealous I got the Hello Kitty face mask and you didn't," he says, sticking his tongue out playfully.

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Please, Eu sou muito legal para Hello Kitty (I'm too cool for Hello Kitty)," you say, pretending to be unimpressed.

Neymar grins mischievously. "Oh really? Well, I think you're missing out," he says, holding up a pink tube. "Here, let me put this one on you. It's supposed to make your skin glow like a diamond."

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. "Wow, so you're saying my skin wasn't already glowing?" you say, teasing him.

Neymar shakes his head, still grinning. "Hush, just wait and see," he says, applying the mask to your face.

As the mask sets in, you feel a cool, refreshing sensation on your skin. "This feels nice," you say, relaxing.

Neymar leans in closer to inspect your face. "Hmm, I don't see any diamonds yet," he says, pretending to be disappointed.

You laugh. "Você é tão idiota (You're such a dork)," you say, shaking your head.

But you can't help but feel grateful for Neymar and his playful nature. He always knows how to make you smile and feel loved. 

He smiles back happily, knowing that he's the reason behind your smile. "Seu idiota embora (Your dork though)," he winks at you.

As the music continued to fill the room with its infectious beat, Neymar couldn't help but bop his head along to the rhythm. As the next song starts to play, he recognizes the tune and jumps up from the ground with a grin on his face.

Without hesitation, he starts to dance, his body moving to the music as he sings along to the lyrics. You couldn't help but laugh as you watch him as he wiggled his hips and twirled around the living room- all with the Hello Kitty mask on.

"What? I'm feeling the groove!" he exclaims, while dancing.

You continue to laugh, feeling so grateful for his infectious personality and sense of humor. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the couch, and soon you both are dancing together, twirling around the living room.

For a moment, you forget about all the stress and worries that had been weighing you down. You feel so carefree and happy, just enjoying the moment with Neymar.

As the song comes to an end, Neymar pulls you in for a tight hug. "I love you," he whispers into your ear.

You feel so lucky to have him in your life, to have someone who cares about your wellbeing and takes the time to make you feel special. "I love you too," you say, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

He leans in and kisses you lovingly. With a smile on your face, you lean in to kiss him back, feeling the softness of his lips against yours. You both pull away, and you suggest taking the masks off now. You grab a cloth from the table to pat your face and remove the mask, but Neymar insists on keeping his on a little longer.

You can't help but chuckle at his stubbornness and notice him staring at you with squinted eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm," he mumbles, and you ask him what's on his mind.

"Oh, nothing," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Eu ainda não vejo nenhum diamante em seu rosto (I still don't see any diamonds on your face)."

You roll your eyes playfully with a smile on your face and throw the cloth at him. "Oh, hush!" you say, causing his infectious laughter to fill the room, and you can't help but join in.

You both continue to relax and enjoy the self-care day, trying out different products and talking about anything and everything. In this moment, you feel content and happy, grateful for the love and laughter that Neymar brings into your life.

After trying out all the different skin care products, you both decide to take a break and watch a movie. As you snuggle up on the couch, you feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you. The stress and worries of the day have faded away, and all that matters is the moment you are sharing with Neymar.

"You know, I really needed this," you say, looking into his deep hazel eyes.

"I know," he replies, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm always here for you, no matter what," he wraps his arm around you, “and you deserve to be pampered.”

You feel your heart swell with love and gratitude for this man, this amazing partner who always knows just what to say and do to make you feel better. You knew that this moment would stay with you forever, a memory of the love and laughter that you shared. You felt so lucky to have him by your side, and you knew that, no matter what life threw at you, you would always have each other. You lean in for another kiss, grateful for the simple but powerful joy of being with someone who loves you.