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yourstory-teller · 2 years ago

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The ramos one could be something like how he is breaking ankles and injuring people on the field but around the girl he likes he is all soft and sweet, his teammates can't believe it is their same aggressive teammate

Hey bb, thank u sm for requesting!! I'd never written for him before, but it was fun, even though I don't know if I really like this lol

But I promise you I did my best. Hope you enjoy it ♡

Tame the beast

Part of the players were moving in a frenzy. It was normal for this kind of thing to happen during a game, it was to be expected. There were just some people who crossed the line, or got really, really close to it. Some would say close enough to start something.

Ramos walked incessantly towards an opposing player, forehead pressed against his, while the other man kept stepping backwards, trying hard not to trip. "The fuck do you think you're talking to? Huh?" His voice changed considerably at times like this, so much so that even his own colleagues feared the things that he could do. After all, whatever happened to him could harm the entire equipe.

What happens is that, during a play, the Spaniard had made a tackle that directly hit the opposing player's ankle. After that, instead of helping him up, or apologizing, he scoffed, as the other laid down on the grass, complaining of pain. Obviously, the guy wasn't very pleased.

Some of both men's teammates moved to intervene and, after much painstaking, managed to pull them back. Sérgio mouthed an "Hijo de puta", before walking away. Well, it could be much worse, honestly.

Perhaps less than an hour later, everyone had already moved to the dressing rooms. The buzz was loud and between laughs, jokes and screams it was almost impossible to actually hear each other.

Neymar was the first to miss his friend. In the midst of what they insisted to call a conversation, he discreetly nudged mbappe and leaned in to speak close to the boy's ear. "Where's Ramos?" he asked, then saw Kylian move his head to look around the room, just like he'd done a few moments earlier. "He's been away for a bit, right?" "Right." And with a kind of unspoken agreement, they both got up and started walking towards the back of the room, close to the lockers.

When they were already farther away from the shouting of their mates, a much more subtle and smooth voice could be heard. And when I say smooth, I mean smooth. It sounded eerily like someone speaking a few good octaves higher than what they would usually sound like, like when you're talking to a baby, or a dog.

It took them a while, but they gradually did recognize that voice. "Is this-" Kylian started, but the older man was quick to bring a hand over his mouth.

"I know, honey, I'm sorry, but he started it!" Sergio sounded like a kid being scolded and the two secret listeners did everything they could not to burst out laughing. What a time to be alive.

"I miss you too, baby. But I'll see you soon, right?" This time, the tone used was much lower, almost pleading. He most definetely sounded nothing like the number four they had just seen and heard out on the pitch. It was almost ridiculous to imagine that it was the same man.

"Okay, anjo, I'll call back later. Love you." Ney's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his friend by the arm to avoid being caught snooping around.

That's when they noticed. Glorious moment.

To say that they laughed about it again and again and again, was an understatement. Neither of them spoke about that with the others, but they didn't need to, anyway. They would eventually find out themselves.

As said, Sergio got to see you not long after that. You had gotten a few weeks off and, of course, would spend as much of that time as possible in the company of your handsome boyfriend. You had arranged everything, every little detail together, and his anxiety was almost palpable, even over the phone.

So, like the hopeless romantic that you were, you decided to surprise him by arriving a few days early. It was cliché and could be very predictable, but you still hoped he wouldn't suspect a thing. He didn't. When you showed up that day, right after a match his team had emerged victorious from, he was as incredulous as you imagined he would be, perhaps a little bit more.

You calmly walked over to your boyfriend while the others were still busy cheering around. He was standing still, seemingly in disbelief of the fact that you were actually there, within reach, for the first time in a while, too fucking long, if you asked him. But when you were just a few steps away, looked like it finally hit him and Sergio was immediately grabbing you into the tightest, warmest embrace, that you missed so much.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of being at home.

When you pulled away, just enough to look into his eyes, he stared back with such apparent adoration, that it made you dizzy. Your foreheads now rested together, his lips brushing against your trembling ones. And as he whispered how much he loved you and that he had no idea how he managed to endure all this time away from you, you could feel his tears flowing down your own cheeks.

That's when everyone noticed.

After that, the other players teased him to death. Light hearted jokes, of course, even though sometimes they did carry a hint of envy. Whistles and kissing noises, but it just didn't bother Ramos. The only reaction he'd show was an eye roll and, occasionally, a slight blush that took over half of his face.

"So, Ramos, is she going tonight?" Marquinhos asked, eyebrows dancing suggestively. "We know she's going, he can't even breath without her" "He's whipped, doesn't even deny it"

It would be impossible for you to realize that there really was such a big difference between Sérgio Ramos on the field, and Sérgio Ramos when he was in your company. To other people, however, this discrepancy seemed more than obvious.

Of course, he wasn't really a violent person in everyday life, at all. He was a serious person and somewhat closed off, sometimes even frowning, but not violent. On the field, however, it was a completely different story. When he wore the team's shirt, his presence on the field was nothing short of threatening, in many ways. Sérgio was a great player, fast, skillful, but, above all, an aggressive player. And this was the man the team was used to.

Maybe that's why it was so shocking for them, seeing the two of you together.

Right after a tough workout, or another bitter defeat, which wasn't uncommon playing for PSG he would crawl into your open arms and completely melt, like putty against you.

"It's amazing" You'd hear a whisper, coming from, you just knew, probably Neymar. "She tames the beast." It took a lot of effort and a maturity that you definitely didn't have, for you not to chuckle.

It was funny, yes, but also flattering and, in a way, gratifying, to know that there was a side of him that was kept just for you, and no one else.

"Come on, babe, we're gonna have fun." Your grip around his waist was tight and you moved so that your chin was resting on his chest.

While spending the season with him, you learned that it was common for the players to gather after some more intense training sessions or a few matches, sometimes to celebrate, sometimes to lift their spirits and feel more invigorated to get back to the fight. These weren't really parties, but more like get-togethers, albeit relatively ostentatious and considerably eventful.

"We can have fun here!" You sighed, despite the smile that made its way to your lips. "I know, but we're gonna have plenty of time to stay here. Please, love." You insisted once more, giving him your best attempt of some puppy eyes, but he'd always been better than you in these type of things. He sighed and rested his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You found yourself smirking as he looked back at you, an amused glint in his brown orbs, which now looked almost black. It all happened so fast and you honestly don't know how, but in a second Sergio was hovering over you, strong arms pinning yours against the mattress. It was easy to notice how there was still so much care and delicacy in how he held your wrists.

"Fine" He lowered his head until his lips were ghosting against the corner of your mouth. "But after that, it's gonna be just us. In this room. For a long time." You couldn't control the giggle that rumbled through your ribcage. "Si señor."

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silvervioletvalentine · 2 years ago

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Spell it out!

Pairing: neymar jr X female OC (Cherrie)

Word count : 8k

Warnings : love sick ney! Asshole players. Fighting/ arguing. Little angst mostly fluff. Oh and terrible google translate. My bad! :))

Cherrie laughed to herself as she waved towards one of her favourite and perhaps only reporters that she could actually stand .

Martin was already waiting for her with his microphone just by the entrance of psg , the cameras already set up and ready for the players arrival. It was a big game today after all.

Dressed in small black Nike shorts and a matching sports bra , she pulled her headphones down from her ears and hung them around her neck instead . Pausing her playlist on her phone as she smiled at Martin who was waiting for her to come over and greet him.

A lot of the players didn't like giving interviews before matches but Cherrie wasn't one of them.

She was well known for talking shit and winding people up , even her own teammates . No amount of media training could make her stop and eventually the team had stopped trying to get her to shut her mouth and instead had just defeatedly asked her not to take it too far.

But what was too far? She had yet to find that line yet. She was only having fun.

Which was why they usually paired her up in front of the cameras , having another player there to change the subject or to physically put their hand over her mouth when she started slagging someone off just because she could . She just couldn't help herself.

It was usually Ramos or kylian they put her with. Not like that had ever stopped her.

It was even worse when they paired her with neymar because he only egged her on. He was just as bad as she was . He laughed at every little snide comment she said and always blurted out whatever insulting thing she had called someone to the press. Throwing her under the bus all the time and always getting her into even more trouble than she was already in.

"Hello. Hello! Done something different with your hair Martin?" She greeted him with a cheeky smile, her bag with her kit in hung loosely over her shoulder .

She was late. She knew she was but luckily for her they had a long warm up today and their coach loved her. She didn't feel like rushing anyways.

Martin rolled his eyes as he ran his hand over his bald head with a huff of amusement . Shaking his head at the young woman's cheek in front of him.

"Yeah. New hair. You like it?" He played along , laughing.

Cherrie hummed as she pretended to think about it . Squirming her eyes at him with glee .

"Nah. I like the old you better. Hair has changed you. Is everybody already here?" She then asked him, leaning her body back to peer down the corridor curiously .

Pulling her water bottle out of her bag and ignoring her assistants impatient looks as she motioned for her to hurry up. She simply looked away and back to Martin who was trying not to laugh.

Instead the man nodded his head with a smile "yes. Neymar arrived just before you. You're the last of the bunch to arrive. Sleep in?" He said knowingly .

No doubt pictures of her at the club last night were making the rounds. She couldn't remember much, which usually meant that she had a good time.

She groaned a little , annoyed that neymar had beat her there .

It was a well known betting game that the others always put on. Both of the players were known for never arriving on time . It was always a game of who's going to arrive first 'neymar or Cherrie?'. She had never won.

But oh well.

"The best always come last. He's gonna rub this into my face though. God.." she sighed , taking a gulp of her water . Still feeling the hangover .

The fact that her trainer wouldn't let her have a plate full of greasy food for breakfast didn't help. Since when did a healthy bagel and avocado ever get rid of a hangover? It was ridiculous .

Martin just grinned "he's back from his injury now. Finally allowed to play. You missed playing with him?" He asked her .

Knowing fully well that the two were like machines when they worked together on the pitch. The unspoken communication they had between them was enough to make anyone envious .

It didn't matter how much Cherrie liked to pretend that his presence was nothing but an annoyance for her , even she could admit that they made a great team. When he stopped bugging her. Something that she didn't think he was actually capable off.

He had made it his mission to get on her nerves since she had first signed with psg nearly two years ago. The first day she had arrived he had been there waiting for her with a large grin on his face and a welcome cake in his hand.

Which then he had went on to shove into her unimpressed face , laughing hysterically when she tried to shove her boot up his ass in return.

He had followed her around whenever he could , always yelling stupid shit at her from across the field to try and make her laugh.

Lionel had told her that it was because he wanted to be her friend , Cherrie thought it was because he was just a pain in the ass .

She almost throttled Lionel when he gave neymar her phone number after weeks of him begging him to give it over . The unexpected calls from him at all hours of the day really didn't help. The fact that he felt free to FaceTime her no matter what he was doing drove her insane .

She had once been at home with her father celebrating his birthday when neymar had FaceTimed her while he was in an ice bath . Only it hasn't been her that had picked up her phone, it had been her father . Who had promptly took one look at the mostly naked man in the bath on her phone and burst into loud laughter .

She was mortified and had to spend hours trying to convince her family that nothing was going on between them. That it was just the insane way that neymar behaved . Neymar laughing and refusing to tell them otherwise didn't help her case at all.

She had sat there at her kitchen counter in disbelief as she watched her father and Neymar talk for hours on her phone before her father had the great idea to invite her teammate over to celebrate with him.

Not even an hour late the Brazilian had turned up at her door with cake and wine and a smug look on his face when her father happily welcomed him in like he was family .

It looks could kill...

Cherrie just couldn't believe it but she had no choice in the matter .

Thus a reluctant friendship was born. When neymar decided something , there was no changing his mind.

So when he had decided that he was going to become her best friend and she his. Well, that's what happened.

She supposed he had grown on her a little ...

Pushing her hair away from her face she smiled a little "I'm glad that he's okay now . We definitely do better with him there. Bit bummed that my peace and quite is over but .." she shrugged trailing off jokingly .

Martin laughed "well he's definitely missed you! He was telling us about how excited he was to be on the pitch with you again. It's safe to say that everyone's anticipating seeing you two out there again tonight.."

Cherrie just smiled and nodded her head as she saw her assistant angrily motion for her to end the interview now . Rolling her eyes a little at her friend , she sighed long and hard.

"Of course he missed me. I'm amazing . I hope you enjoy the game Martin. See you later!" She said her goodbyes and gave a wave towards the camera before jogging off down the corridor towards the locker room.

Flinging her training bag in her cubicle , she picked up her water bottle and stepped back out. She didn't need to change into her kit till the game. It was too hot out anyways . She was fine in her sports bra and running shorts.

Her assistant gave her a stern look as she walked down the corridor beside her .

“Please behave today. No pissing anyone off. Just stick to neymar and be good." She advised her.

Cherrie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yes Mother." She mocked before shaking her head "and I think you mean neymar will stick to me . He never leaves me alone! He's called me three times this morning already!" She exclaimed with a exasperated look on her face .

Her friend gave her a amused look, wondering how she could be so dense .

It was clear to everyone around her that neymar was infatuated with Cherrie, yet the young woman just didn't see it. No matter what he did or said.

She felt sorry for him a little, she really did.

Cherrie was a stubborn woman who was as oblivious as a fish. Unless you spelt it out for her , she would continue walking around life without any idea of what was surrounding her .

She could remember once when Cherrie had been invited to an awards show to host it and right as they had walked the red carpet , Elton John had been stood right beside her. Cherrie had no idea till she had seen the photographs of the man trying and failing to get her attention to speak with her .

So if Elton John don't stand a chance then poor neymar ... well. What chance did he have?

Her assistant sighed , fed up. "just be nice. He's only joking around with you to get your attention Cherrie. Why not just give him it?" She advised her hopefully .

Tired of seeing the puppy dog face of the footballer whenever Cherrie just laughed off another one of his flirtatious lines. It was awful to witness. She felt like smacking her friend around the head . She really did.

Cherrie just pulled a face back at her "I do give him my attention. Christ you make him sound like a needy dog that I have to pet!" She shook her head at her before waving her off and walking down the tunnel to enter the pitch.

Leaving her friend to laugh to herself in amusement.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind her petting him.." she muttered to herself snickering before walking away.

As she jogged out onto the pitch, Lionel was the first one to spot her. Nudging neymar in the arm gently to get him to look up from the ball.

"She's here. You can quit moping now." He muttered to him. Watching as the footballers head snapped up and his face immediately brightened upon seeing the woman coming there way.

"Where have you been Cherrie? I've been calling you!" He shouted over to her with a grin as he kicked the ball up with his feet . Aiming it in her direction before kicking it towards her head .

She head butted it back to him with a grimace , rolling her eyes as she jogged over to them. Waving at kylian and achraf as she passed them.

"I know. I've been not answering." She snarked back before grinning at Lionel happily.

"You've gone blonde again!" She exclaimed reaching out to pull a strand just to annoy him .

Lionel batted her hands away from him with a smile . Pressing his hands on his hips like a disapproving father as he looked at her.

"Late again." He mimed tapping a invisible watch on his wrist. Shaking his head at her. "Why?"

Cherrie just shrugged making neymar chuckle as he reached over and shoved at her shoulder , getting a even harder shove back in return.

"I know whyyyy.." he sang out as he danced on the spot "she was dancing all night . Which I'm incredibly offended that you didn't invite me to the club. It's not a good party unless I'm there!" He grinned.

She just sighed and lifted her leg up to kick him. Only for neymar to catch her foot and place it on his shoulder , making her quickly tighten her stomach to keep her footing as he helped stretch out her leg.

"It's a even better party when you're not there. It was fun. I had a couple of drinks and went home. Then I missed my alarm ..." she mused . Dropping her leg off from his shoulder and lifting her other leg to do the same.

Neymar put one hand behind her thigh and the other below her knee making her wince a little at the burn on her leg from the stretch.

Meanwhile messi was just watching them with a amused look in his eyes , shaking his head at the pair of them.

Neymar didn't look away from her the whole time , dropping her leg gently down the ground once they were done .

"I could have picked you up. I'm not that far from your apartment. It wouldn't be a bother ." He told her hopefully . Having been trying to convince her to let him drive her to and from the stadium each time that she they played .

Yet the answer was always the same.

"No." She denied shaking her head "the fact that you know where I live is bad enough. People will think there's something going on if they see us leaving my apartment together in the morning." She muttered with a frown.

Picking up the ball she began to kick it up into the air with her knee , spinning around to catch it with the back of her foot before repeating . Never letting the ball touch the ground , refusing to take her eyes off it.

Lionel patted neymar's back sympathetically once he noticed him frown. Holding back a wince of his own.

It almost killed him to watch his friend get shot down every time. He might have been annoyed at Cherrie if he didn't know that she genuinely had no idea of neymar's feelings for at all.

He had seen men come up to her and try to ask her out before but for some reason she seemed to think that it wasn't her that they wanted. Always laughing it off and directing them over to some other pretty girl near by.

It was almost as though she had deemed herself unlovable . Because In her own mind , no one would ever think of her that way. She had been told all her life that she was too much. Too loud and abrasive.

To arrogant and too much of a control freak. Too annoying and too self centred . Always too damn much of something yet never enough for someone to stay around .

They didn't want her for a long time. They just wanted to have bragging rights to tell everyone that they had bagged the 'untouchable ice queen' that everyone liked to call her .

She was good enough to fuck but too much too love.

So she had stopped putting romance on the table a long time ago. She had better things to worry about than stupid men wasting her time anyways.

She had a call log full of guys that would be in her bed within minutes if she needed a booty call.

So, meaningless hookups would have to do for now .

"So what?" Neymar finally said with a casual shrug as he followed her down the pitch. Both of them dribbling a ball past the cones set out in front of them.

"I think we'd look good together on paper ... and off.." he mumbled the last part to himself.

Glancing over to see Cherrie laugh , looking back at him with a smirk on her face. Thinking he was joking again.

"Mmm but I'm still recovering from the whole shit storm with kylian. The papers are still convinced we had some scandalous affair." She giggled shaking her her head at the reminder.

The paps had caught kylian and her out on her balcony one night having a glass of wine . The two of them had decided to hang out while their friends were partying , both of them too tired to head to a noisy club where they would be forced to socialise with strangers.

So instead they had ordered some food and had a night in. Playing fifa and drinking wine until they passed out.

But the media didn't see it that way. Next thing you know there were headlines that they were fucking each other and a chain of pictures of all the other times that they had hung out alone together pasted side by side .

Because apparently she couldn't have friends without sucking their dick.

It was ridiculous.

Neymar laughed a little as he came to a stop. Hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

"You never invite me over for wine." He complained , frowning at her. He wished she would.

He was starting to feel pathetic from the amount of times he had practically begged her to hangout with him, only for her to make some excuse and reject him.

He didn't understand why she wasn't getting it. How much more obvious could he be? He bought her flowers every weekend . He was practically best friends with her dad at this point.

Having spent many an hour complaining to him about how mean and cruel his daughter was to his heart .

Her father had told him not to give up. That he just needed to point blank spell it out for her . That she wasn't the smartest when it came to seeing someone's feelings for her.

But it wasn't that easy. He was honestly more than a little worried that she would laugh in his face and call him stupid if he came out of the blue and told her he loved her.

He had heard the story about her last boyfriend a couple of years ago.

About how the guy had told her he loved her while they were walking home and she had just smiled and said 'thank you.' The thought of her doing that to him made him feel sick.

So instead he was stuck being her friend and throwing hints at her at every chance he got in hopes that a miracle would happen and that she would suddenly wake up one day and see what was right in front of her .

Cherrie looked over at him in confusion , stopping short when she saw the pout on his face .

Groaning a little as she reached over and flicked at his forehead to get him to lighten up.

"Wanna make a deal?" She offered . Not liking him looking so upset with her . He wasn't neymar without his smile.

His eyes lit up as he eagerly nodded his head.

“With you? Always." He suggestively smiled as he got closer to her .

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his chin against her head .

Smiling a little as she loosely wrapped her arm around his waist to support him as they walked slowly back over to their group.

"If we win today.. we can hangout out together . You can pick what we do." She told him . Hearing his gasp of delight .

Pulling away to look down at her with an excited grin, placing his hands on her shoulders and shaking her a little as she muttered at him to get off.

"Just the two of us? Nobody else?" He needed to hear her promise . His heart already racing at the possibility's to impress her .

He had to win today. There was no doubt about it now.

His love life was on the line.

Cherrie giggled at the joyful look on his face . With him Looking like she had just proposed to him.

"Yes. Only if we win though!" She reminded him as she put her finger up to her lips to get him to shut up as she slowly crept up behind kylian who hadn't seen her coming .

Neymar bit down in his lip to stop his laughter from escaping . Watching as she pounced on kylian and screamed his name loudly in his ear making him jump and scream like a little girl.

"putain d'enfer!" He swore as he gasped and spun around in shock. Eyes wide as he held his hand over his heart .

Everyone around them bursting into laughter as they watched her scare him.

"je te ramènerai!" ( I'll get you back!) he promised her with a huff. Slapping the back of her head with his hand.

Cherrie was too busy hysterically giggling to care, gasping for her breath as she placed her hands on her knees. In tears.

"Oh mon dieu!" She grinned unable to stop laughing as she shoved him back by his shoulder jokingly .

Kylian cracking a smile once he saw the look on her face.

"tu aurais dû voir ton visage!" (You should have seen your face!) She then let out a shriek mocking his girly scream. Making neymar laugh as he patted a flushed kylian on his back.

"va te faire foutre!" He rolled his eyes as he kicked his ball at her.

Cherrie simply catching it against her chest before letting it fall down to her feet before she kicked it along to Lionel was snickering beside them.

"No thank you. Not without dinner first!" She joked catching the ball as Lionel passed it back to her .

Neymar looked between her and kylian with thinly veiled jealously .

Rolling his eyes a little as he watched kylian wiggled his eyebrows at her "what kind? Dessert?" He teased her back.

Both of them enjoyed playing up to media about their so called 'affair'. Going out of their way to be extra flirty and touchy to each other just for a laugh.

Cherrie just giggled as she headed the ball at him "I am the desert Bebe. Sweetest around!"

Ramos , who had overheard her, snorted loudly.

Grinning over at her cheekily . "didn't know you were a liar too!" He threw at her.

Cherrie gasped loudly as she pretended to be offended .

“Hey! I am! Are you trying to say I'm salty?!" She threw the ball at his head with a grin.

He just shrugged , kicking it back at her quickly without missing a beat .

“If the thong fits." He remarked .

She huffed "you're all so mean to me. I'm a delight . Aren't I neymar?" She turned to him for back up.

The Brazilian immediately nodding his head , beaming at her. His eyes softening.

“You are. Best desert on the market." He assured her while patting the top of her head comfortingly.

Kylian just scoffed loudly "he doesn't count! He's bias!" He exclaimed.

Ramos nodded his head in agreement , grinning at neymar's flustered face at being called out.

"I am not!"

Even Lionel rose a brow at him at that one. "Liar!"

Neymar opener and closed his mouth several times before finally huffing and nodding his head in reluctant agreement .

"Okay. Maybe a little." He pinched his fingers together to show just how much.

Ramos simply spread his arms wide on either side of him instead . "this much you mean. If you could climb into her skin you would!" He teased him.

Cherrie grimaced at the thought . Leaning her elbow against neymar's shoulder as she narrowed her eyes at her so called friends.

"Don't give him any ideas." She muttered .

Neymar just grinned shamelessly . "None of what you guys say matters because she has finally gave in." He told them proudly .

Cherrie immediately giving him a warning look. Knowing he liked to exaggerate about every little thing she did or said.

Lionel looked between them curiously . Noticing the instant regret on her face and the confidence on neymar's.

"Gave in? How?" Did his friend finally ask her on a date? Did pigs fly and she said yes?

Neymar just smirked "I get to do whatever I like to her if We win the match . So you guys better be on top form." He told them seriously .

Their faces showed nothing but shock as their eyes blew wide. Kylian gaping between the two of them in pure disbelief .

Meanwhile Cherrie went bright red , gasping sharply as she smacked her hand against his chest at repeatedly in scorn.

"Oh my god! Don't say it like that! Thats not what I meant! I said that we can do whatever he wants. Like he picks what we do while we hang out!" She spluttered out in mortification . Trying to correct them.

Neymar was just giggling beside her like a naughty child. Knowing exactly what he did and said.

"That too." He added cheekily making them laugh at the flustered look on her face as she glared over at him. Stomping on his foot before storming away.

Lionel shook his head at him with a smile. Sighing long and hard at him.

“Neymar. You idiot. You can't help yourself can you? Are you trying to make her change her mind?" He hit him on the shoulder in disapproval, wondering why they acted like such kids.

Neymar just shrugged carelessly , still smiling as he watched her walk over to her assistant . No doubt to complain about how annoying he was as she glanced back at him with a scowl.

Sticking up her middle finger at him once she caught him looking. He blew her a kiss in return.

"Guys.." he then let his smile fall from his face and looked between them seriously . "We have to win."

Kylian snorted in amusement and patted him on the shoulder . "We will. Don't worry about it. You should just tell her how you feel man. Otherwise you'll be doing this forever." He told him before jogging off as their coach blew his whistle .

Lionel nudged his shoulder gently "he's right. If we win tonight you should tell her. Don't wait to hangout . Just go for it." He advised him as a friend.

Neymar took in a deep breath and slowly nodded his head , heart pounding in his chest at the thought .

But they were right . it was time. He had waited long enough.

She had to know how he felt about her otherwise he was going to drive them both insane .

He had found the person that he wanted to annoy for the rest of his life . He would be stupid to let her get away.

By the time the game had started it was clear to everyone that there would be no playing nice .

They were targeting her , neymar and kylian.

Every time she got the ball, two players ended up boxing her in till she had no choice but to play it back. Kicking the ball over to messi who immediately started dribbling around the closest person next to him.

Looking up she locked eyes with neymar from across the field as he nodded his head towards the right side of the goal. Nodding back at him she gave it a second as they watched messi get the middle of the pitch before they started sprinting.

Messi spotted her out of the corner of his eye and quickly passed her the ball. Feeling her heart hammer in her chest as she got the back of the net in her sight .

Racing forward and ready to kick the ball just as she heard a shout and then a body come flying into her back, their legs knocking hers out from beneath her as she landed on her side with a nasty thud.

"merde!" She cursed laying there for a moment to try and catch her breath as she clutched her throbbing ankle in her hand. Glancing beside her to see the player that had tackled her so aggressively get back to his feet with a scoff just as the referee jogged over.

Her teammates immediately swarming her as everybody began to yell and point blame.

Neymar got into the face of the player who had hurt her and shoved at his shoulders to get him away from her while Lionel rushed over to give her a hand to pull her up.

"You okay?" He asked her in concern. Glancing down at her ankle worriedly .

She wiggled it about with a small wince before shaking it off.

“Yeah I'm okay. What a dick!" She exclaimed as she watched the player shout back in neymar's face. Something she couldn't understand .

"você é estúpido pra caralho! você é louco!" (You're fucking stupid! You're crazy!) He yelled at him as he made a circular motion around his temple. Glaring at him as Ramos tried to pull him back.

"você nem tocou na bola! você a machucou!" (You didn't even touch the ball! You hurt her!) he spat at him . The referee yelling at him to calm down.

Cherrie quickly pushed her way through the players and tugged at neymar's shirt to get him to back away , eyeing the yellow card in the refs hand.

"Calm down! It's okay!" She told him over and over again. Turning him around so he couldn't look at the player that was shouting back at them.

Neymar's eyes were wide and his face angry , concern quickly taking over as he checked her body for injury's .

"You're good? You're okay? No pain?" He rushed at her. Pulling her into a hug.

Watching as kylian and Lionel argued with the ref.

"That was a foul! Card him!" Lionel shouted.

Kylian was waving his hands towards the goal and then the player that fouled her . "He wasn't even going for the ball! That's a penalty! You know it is!"

"A Little but I'm fine." She patted his back in hopes of calming him down. Letting out a sigh of relief as they watched the ref finally blow the whistle and give them the penalty . Also yellow carding the player that knocked her down.

"Fuck yeah!" She breathed out before grinning over at neymar as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Who's taking it?" She asked them as kylian motioned for her to do it.

“You sure?" She said as she looked between the two of them.

Neymar just ruffled her hair with a grin. "You've got this! I believe In you!" He said encouragingly .

Taking in a deep breath she nodded her head , psyching herself up to do it. Placing the ball on the spot , she took a step back as she watched the players get into place and line up.

Shaking out her hands and feet, she inhaled deeply. Locking eyes with neymar for a moment who gave her a little wink. The grin never leaving his face.

Then she nodded at the ref and did what she had to do. She looked at the goalkeeper and then let her eyes look to the left side of the goal for a second before looking straight forward again.

Then she kicked the ball into the right side of the goal as she watched the goalkeeper dive for the left side instead.

Laughing gleefully as her team screamed in joy, yelling her name .

"Fuck yes!" She screamed happily as she ran over to neymar and jumped onto him. The Brazilian spinning her around in glee , kissing her face over and over again as they celebrated .

Feeling multiple hands pat her back and ruffle her hair.

"I knew you could do it!" He said laughing as he finally put her down. Lifting his hands for her to slap her own against . High-fiving her with a proud look

Upon his face.

She laughed breathlessly as she tried to catch back her breath. Heart racing in her chest.

"They don't look happy!" She nodded over to the opposing team who looked like they were planning their downfall.

Narrowing her eyes at the one who had knocked her over , she stuck her tongue out childishly at him.

Lionel flicking her in the ear as he jogged past them.

"behave! It's not over yet!" He warned them.

"Yes dad!" They both yelled at his back together , laughing at the deadpan look he gave them over his shoulder . Not impressed .

Unfortunately for them Lionel was right. As they entered the second half of the match , their opposing team picked up their aggressiveness and dangerous tackles. More than one player had already been carded and injured and Cherrie was finding it hard to keep up.

Managing to take the ball off a player , she ran with it , just managing to keep it in her possession before spotting neymar and immediately kicking it over to him just as she felt a small shove to her back.

Glaring at the player beside her , she didn't give him another second of her time before jogging off. Keeping her eye on the ball and Neymar.

Frowning as she realised that more than one player seemed to be targeting him. Kicking at his ankles and boxing him in.

They weren't playing fair at all.

"No respect!" She snapped to herself as she watched the same player try to take the ball off neymar again, gasping a little as she watched him take out his leg from under him . Causing him to slam down into his back with a pained cry.

To make things worse another player almost trampled him, stepping on his hand. Clearly on purpose as neymar tried to sit up and push himself away from them.

Seeing red she quickly ran over and shoved the player by his shoulders to get him away from him.

"What is wrong with you?! You bastard!" She shoved him again as members of both their team and hers surrounded them again.

"Fucking diver! There's nothing wrong with him!" The player who had stood on his hand yelled trying to get into neymar's face again.

Cherrie shoved him as well , getting his attention on her . "Nothing wrong with him?! You fucking trampled him! I saw it! Everyone did!" She screamed at him .

Feeling Ramos come up beside her as the player took a threatening step towards her .

Pushing him back Ramos glared at him dangerously "don't even think about it puta! Back off!" He warned . Getting into his face and shoving him again.

Kylian quickly coming to her other side and glaring at another player that was calling her a crazy bitch.

"If we were off the pitch we'd kill you for that!" He shouted at him. Shoving him away from her as the ref repeatedly blew his whistle .

"stupide idiot. savez-vous même jouer au football?!" (Stupid idiot. Do you even know how to play football?!) he threw at him with a look of disgust.

Hearing neymar's voice yelling at someone she quickly turned around and jogged over to him. Shoving the player that had gotten into his face away from him .

"Fucking diver!" The player spat at him.

Cherrie tried not to hit him. "Fucking bitch! Fuck off! You're Mother should have spat you out!" She yelled at him. Rage taking over her at the level of disrespect they were giving neymar.

The player scoffed at her , glaring back at her hatefully .

"You can't fight so your little bitch has to do it for you?!" He taunted him.

Neymar dove forward as though he was going to strangle him. Lionel and Ramos managing to grab him just in time.

"vou transformar sua cabeça em uma bola de futebol! você é uma vergonha!" He screamed at him , furious. (I'll turn your head into a football! you're a disgrace!)

"Fuck you!" Cherrie yelled at him before yanking neymar out of the eyesight of the ref who came over with the cards . Carding the two players who fouled him.

And Kylian and her .

"What the fuck?!" She yelled in disbelief as both her and kylian stared at the ref with a scowl. "Why?"

"You don't threaten people! You should know better!" He told them both in disapproval .

Kylian just threw his arms up into the arm with a curse . Shaking his head at him before stomping away.

"Putain!" She snapped shaking her head angrily before making her way over to neymar who was already coming over to her .

"Are you okay? What assholes!" She exclaimed . Still

Shaking with rage as she took the hand that the player had stood on and carefully checked it.

He was frowning too from bedside her . "They're awful. Worst I've ever played! I'm gonna score ." He declared then. Firmly.

Cherrie looked at him with a raise of her brow , nodding her head in understanding.

What was better that pure rage to fuel you on?

"I know. I'll make it look like I'm gonna score with my right foot but I'll kick it over to you with my left. Just be in the right place okay?" She told him, already planning it out in her head.

Hearing their plan, Lionel and kylian shared a look.

"we'll try keep them off you backs! Just be quick.” Kylian warned them.

Neymar gave her a look of amazement . Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing the side of her head.

"Thank you!" He said with a grin before they split off.

Neymar still shaking his head to himself in awe . His heart filled with nothing but hope and love for her.

Just a few minutes before the game was about to end and Cherrie had finally managed to take back the ball. Speeding down the right side of the pitch, she kept her gaze locked on the goal. So that the players around her thought she was going to be the one attempting to score.

They swarmed her and made the mistake of keeping the left side of the pitch open. Neymar quickly sprinting to the middle , close to the goal.

She lifted her right leg back and as the defenders went to the right side to stop the ball, In a split second she had kicked it over to neymar with her left foot instead .

Then he kicked it straight into the back of the Net.

"Yes!" She screamed happily while shoving one of the horrible players off of her as Neymar sprinted towards her and picked her up . Spinning her around as they both yelled with glee.

"It worked! Oh my god! You did it!" She breathlessly shouted just as the whistle was blown. The game finally over .

Neymar was grinning so hard it hurt , shaking his head rapidly . Refusing to let her go even when she wiggled her way back to the ground.

"No! No! That was you! You little genius!" He gushed proudly . Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her along to the rest of the team to celebrate .

Ten minutes later and they were both sprawled out on the pitch relaxing for a moment , trying to get their energy back. Away from the other players that had their family's and partners on the pitch with them.

Spreading herself out like a starfish , she sighed loudly. Neymar sitting at the end of her feet with a pen in his hand.

"My heart is pounding still." She laughed a little as she leaned up to smile at him.

Neymar's was too. But for different reasons.

He had made a promise to himself that if they won he would tell her and well... they had.

Then he had remembered what her father had told him about her being so oblivious that unless someone wrote it out for her plainly , she just wouldn't understand .

So with a pen in his hand he pulled off her shoe in one go . Cherrie looking over at him like he was insane .

"What are you doing?" She laughed in both amusement and confusion. Leaning forward on her knees to watch him.

A look of concentration on his face As he turned her shoe so that the side of it that was just a plain gold came in sight . Lifting up his black pen he started to write.

"Hey! I liked those shoes! I hope you're writing champion on there." She joked as she took a sip from her water bottle. Not taking her eyes off him.

Even though they had just played what felt like the game of their lives . He still looked good. Because of course he did.

Pulling off her shirt from the heat , she leaned forward and wiped the sweat off his face with it. Neymar peering up at her with a smirk as he battered her hand away from him.

"Stop it. I'm busy!" He complained . Laughing as she leant forward and pretended to smother him with the shirt .

Rolling his eyes as he laughed, he put the boot aside for a moment so that he could wrestle her onto his lap . Locking his arm over her chest to keep her still.

"Stop it! Keep still woman! I wanna show you something important." He told her seriously. Looking down at her exasperated face on his lap.

Huffing and puffing as she blew a loose strand of hair out from her face. Squirming In his lap for a moment before finally going still.

Laying her head more comfortably on his thigh, she sighed in defeat .

“My shoe is important?" She groaned in confusion when he passed her it silently .

Shaking his head as he swallowed his suddenly dry throat . "Read it." He just whispered to her quietly .

Fidgeting with her hair in his lap as he watched her turn the boot over and see the words that he had carefully written.

'I love you. I'm spelling it out for you seeing as you won't realise otherwise .

I'm in love with you.

I want to be with you and annoy you forever . I want to be your best friend and your lover. What do you say?' He had wrote.

Cherrie felt her heart swell in her chest, tears suddenly springing to her eyes as she was overcome with emotion.

Sniffling a little as she traced over the words with her fingertip gently .

“Really?" Was all that she could Mumble out. Peering up at him tearfully . Speechless .

Neymar laugh softly . Seeing how overwhelmed she was. He leant down and gently kissed her nose . Nudging the tip of his own against hers again for good luck.

"Really. Been trying to tell you for a while now but .." he trailed off with a helpless shrug. Nerves taking over him the longer she just stared .

But then she burst into tears and his eyes went wide with shock as he quickly sat her up and wrapped his arms around her . Heart pounding rapidly in his chest.

What the fuck?

"What's wrong? Am I that bad?" He tried to joke . Only managing to make her cry harder.

He shot a helpless look over her shoulder to Lionel was was watching them with a look of concern .

"You told her?" He mouthed at him confused .

Neymar nodded back with wide eyes "she's crying!" He mouthed back in a panic.

Lionel just laughed.

"I can't believe this! And I've been so mean to you just thinking you were playing me around!" She cried out .

Suddenly pulling away so she could looking at him. Feeling terrible for always pushing him away.

Neymar grinned a little unsurely "I mean- I like it when you're mean to me. Not gonna lie. Made me fall in love with you." He simply replied .

Cherrie threw herself at him.

Making them both fall onto the pitch below them as she kissed all over his face , his arms coming up to hold her around her back as he laughed loudly in glee .

"I'm sorry! God! I'm terrible !" She apologised over and over again as she kissed his skin. Neymar grinning Up at her like a lovesick puppy.

Sighing happily as he tilted his chin up to her , looking into her glossy eyes that he adored so much.

He had wanted this for so long ...

"You love me too?" He needed to know. Heart on his sleeve and falling right into her hands.

Cherrie just sniffled and then leant leant forward and kissed him like she had wanted to do so many times before.

Every time they had bickered. Every time he had pissed her off. Every time he had gotten Underneath her skin .

All she had wanted to do was this.

Man. She really was blind to love!

Her friends were right. She was oblivious.

"I love you." She breathed out against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupping her jaw as he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, moaning against her lips as he finally heard the words he had dreamt of her saying to him.

Then they heard Lionel's disgusted voice above them, loud and clear.

"Okay that's enough. Everybody's watching you two make out . I don't think they need to see any more. Get up!" He pulled Cherrie up from underneath her armpits like she was a child. Setting her off to his side.

Then he hauled Neymar up too. Sighing and rolling his eyes as he stood in front of him for a moment so that his friend could adjust his shorts without the whole world seeing.

Shaking his head in disapproval

Neymar just grinned back at him with glee.

"She loves me." He whispered to him happily. Rubbing his hands over his heated cheeks. So , so happy.

Lionel felt his face soften as he gave his friend a side hug . Then he reached out and yanked Cherrie into their circle too.

"I love you both but seeing too much of your love will make me sick okay? Not on the pitch!" He scolded them lightly . Feeling incredibly happy for his friend for finally getting what he wanted.

He knew that it would all work out in the end.

Neymar just had to literally spell his love out for her to understand.

#neymar jr imagine #neymar jr x reader #football imagine #World Cup imagine #kylian mbappe #messi #neymar imagine

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Title: Couldn’t pick, you guys can title it.

Summary: Leo and Ney comfort each other after a bad loss and an even worse post match interview

Pairings: Neymar x Leo, Neymessi

Tags: fluff, veeeeeery slight angst if you squint(I’m lying, it’s very obvious but nothing extreme), not too sure if this counts as a hurt/comfort

Small authors note: I drank too much coffee(I hate coffee) and couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t even the prompt I gave myself?? I swear I’ll write something more coherent when I no longer feel like I’m dying.

Leo's fingers deftly felt around the kitchen wall as he searched for the light switch. He blinked lightly at the brightness of the bulbs as they whirred softly to life. His body creaked with tiredness after the events of the post match interview. He just wanted to lie down in his bed and let sleep carry him away from the reporters accusatory questions. He looked back at Ney who’d come home with him and felt a pang of negative emotions. If they’d been rough on him they’d been doubly harsh on Ney especially after his missed penalty. He hated seeing that defeated look on his face. The shadows cast by the soft golden glow of the bulbs deepened the slight frown that had set itself on Ney’s brows. It creased and folded his face into something Leo hoped he’d never recognize.

“Come on,” he spoke firmly, gently, as he reached out one hand towards Ney who still stood in a self-depreciating stupor under the kitchen entryway. He waited for Ney’s slightly shaky hand to hold on to his before backing slowly towards the kitchen island, pulling him along. He kept his focus on Ney as he maneuvered him into one of the chairs by the island. “I’ll make some tea for you, okay?” He muttered as he gently pat the side of Ney’s face with his free hand before disentangling his hand from Ney’s and walking around to the other side of the counter, where the kettle was.

He threw a quick glance at Neymar’s fatigued figure that was now half lying on the tabletop with his one arm outstretched in front of him and the other supporting his head on the table as he filled up the kettle with water. He closed the lid and plugged it into the outlet to heat up and threw another quick glance at the boy sitting in his kitchen, at his table. Come on Leo, snap out of it. He made work of collecting everything needed for the cup of tea. Sugar, teabags, cup, teaspoon, milk. He’d gotten a new tea, mango and passion fruit, that he was sure Ney would love and now seemed like the perfect opportunity for it. He put the fruity scented teabag into the cup and poured in the hot water and milk(which he personally wasn’t a fan of) before putting in 3 teaspoons of sugar. Extra sweet, just the way Ney liked it especially after a loss like todays.

He stopped for a second as he turned to face Ney and found him gazing at him fondly. “What?” Leo asked as he looked back just as intently into the Brazilians eyes; somewhat squeamish under the intensity of Ney’s eyes.

“Nothing,” Ney laughed lightly, erasing some of that deep set frown, “I just like seeing you like this.” He added quietly.

“Like what?” Leo asked back just as quietly, scared to break the soft mood that had settled between them.

“Off guard,” he replied simply. Leo’s hold on the handle of Ney’s cup tightened ever so slightly at the response.

“Here you go,” Leo muttered as he walked towards the island and sat opposite Ney, passing him the steaming cup of milky tea. He felt slightly less weary as his hands brushed lightly against the cold skin of Ney’s knuckles as he passed over the cup to him.

“Thank you, amigo,” Ney said gratefully as he accepted the smooth, white porcelain into his cold hands. Their eyes held a silent conversation as he lifted the warm edge to his lips taking a sip of the warm liquid in the cup. Leo felt a small jolt of panic as Ney’s frown deepened slightly before relaxing as Ney broke out into a small grin, “what is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he chuckled back, “it’s something special.” He added at Ney’s slightly raised brow.

“Well it’s nice. I guess I’ll just have to come back here again if I want some more,” he giggled over the brim of the cup as he sent a small wink Leo’s way.

Leo drew small patterns on the kitchen counter top as they settled into a small comfortable silence. He watched Ney let out occasional soft sighs at each soothing sip; feeling himself relax with each quiet purr that left the other man’s lips. Leo thought Ney looked pretty in his kitchen even with that slightly tired look in his eyes. The light that bounced of his tanned skin seemed to glow brighter in soft yellow hues that lit up his kitchen in mellow shades of joy. Sometimes when he sat alone at the island in Ney’s place he swore he could see those same shades of joy etched lightly into the memory of his kitchen walls. Only sometimes though.

“Let me wash that,” he said as he reached out a hand for Ney to give him back the empty cup.

“No it’s okay, I can do it.”

“It’s fine really, I want to.”

“Fine, we’ll do it together.”

“Okay.”

They both stood up and went to the sink to wash the cup and the teaspoon. Ney watched as Leo’s fingers worked the scrubber around the cup and the spoon and Leo watched as Ney’s hands worked to rinse the soapy suds off the kitchenware and place them on the rack.

“Are you okay?” Ney finally asked worriedly as he turned to face Leo. Wet hands gripping the sink.

“Am I okay?” Leo asked incredulously. Just a bit too loud.

“Yeah, those reporters were really rough on you,” Ney said annoyedly.

“They did nothing considering how they tore into you. Are you okay?”

“We’re not- I’m not a kid anymore, Leo.”

“I know,” he breathed quietly as he looked searchingly into Ney’s eyes. They were still the same even after all these years, just…tired. Leo knew there was nothing he could do against time. The ache in his heart proved what he already thought, “I know.” He muttered barely audible as he looked away and towards his own slightly soapy, wet hands.

“Oh, Leo,” he heard Ney sigh as he wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist and shoulders, “I’m sorry,” he whispered lightly into Leo’s ear before pressing a lingering kiss to his temple.

“I know,” Leo replied as he let his body melt into the familiar curves and dips of Ney’s embrace. He let out a soft sigh as Ney’s wet hand began to smooth away the stress of time from the back of his head. His hair grew slightly damp as Ney’s nimble fingers languidly detangled the soft brown locks.

Leo let himself relax completely as he wrapped his arms loosely around Ney’s slim waist. He slipped his still damp hands under Ney’s loose t-shirt and chuckled lightly at his slight hiss from the cold. He rubbed soft circles into the smooth slopes of his slightly tense back. Leo pressed a light kiss to his collarbone as Ney let out a quiet moan at the feel of the light scratches he was running up and down the length of his spine. He moved his hands down to the base of his back and dipped his thumbs into the two grooves of the spine dips he knew were there and rubbed gentle patterns into the small divots. He smiled softly into Ney’s neck as the taller man softly tugged his hair at his actions and pulled him impossibly closer into the heat of his body.

It was moments like this. When he was so caught up in the feel of Ney, that he let his eyes close for a few seconds and didn’t feel so tired.

“Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m okay.”

#very sleepy girl writes over 1000 words in an hour #the suns coming up and I’m ready to sleep but I have to make everyone breakfast first #I wish I could write more poetically but idk it’s just hard to do without seeming like you’re forcing it #any tips?#also how’s my characterization???#neymar #neymar jr #leo messi #neymessi #psg #neymessi fic #I miss them #neymar x messi #me🤝🏾posting my fics at the wrong time then being shocked when nobody reads them #meb writes

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