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libraryofloveletters · 2 years ago

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Surprise!

Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: it’s giving friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again, ney is lowkey full of himself, reader is over him but still she sticks with him, unspoken feelings, a bit of tension, almost forgotten birthdays, slight mention of the beginning of a panic attack, confessions of love.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: think 2017-2018 ney when he was like peak fuckboy and everyone in the world was drooling over him 👍🏽 this was an old idea I reworked so it's dedicated to my bestie for the restie @themandaloriansdiaries happy birth week bitch <3

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Barcelona, Spain - 2014.

A little coffee shop off the corner of the street, just a few minutes walk from Barca’s training grounds. It was tucked away from the madness, your head buried in your textbooks. Your campus was 10 minutes away, you’d end up there after lectures for a coffee and end up staying until closing. You didn’t mind the noise or the people watching.

There was always one guy that stopped in almost every other day like clock work, 9pm on the dot as they were closing up; never did they turn him away, even though everything was being packed away when he was showing up.

As they say, curiosity killed the cat and you finally caved, letting your thoughts get the better of you one evening.

It was late, nearing 9 o'clock and the cafe was about to close. Your books were getting stuffed into your bag when the man looked over at you from the counter, he flashed you a smile as you zipped your bag.

“What are you doing here?” You blurted out without thinking.

He looked back at you, puzzled. “Me?” He points to himself, making sure you were talking to him; as if you were talking to anyone else, the place was empty besides you two and the last worker left.

“Yes, you. Do you work the nightshift or something? Are you a doctor? Why are you always here at closing?”

The man laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not a doctor. You don’t know who I am?” He asked and your brows furrowed.

“Bold of you to assume I would know who you are.”

“Well, do you?”

“Why would I?” You looked over at him, bag now slung over your shoulder.

He shrugs, sticking his hand out to you. “Well in that case, I’m Neymar.” You took his hand, shaking it. “Sounds familiar, am I supposed to know you from somewhere?”

Your hand is still in his as he pulls you towards the little window at the front of the cafe, pointing to the massive billboard hung off the side of La Masia.

A photo of Messi, Suarez and himself sat against the wall under the floodlights.

“You play for Barca?” You turned to him, a little shocked. You had seen a game now and then with friends but you never paid much attention. Of course you knew Messi, who didn’t know Messi? Even Suarez looked familiar but for some reason, Neymar never caught your attention.

“I do,” he smiled, spinning the straw in his cup.

“Cool, are you any good?” You ask, the question seemed to have caught him off guard.

The man looked at you, brows furrowed as his head tilted to the side. “I'd like to say yes,” he chuckled to himself. “They don’t put you on a billboard if you’re not any good.”

“I suppose,” you shrugged.

Ney smiled at you, “maybe I'll see you around.. I didn’t catch your name?”

“Y/n,” you offered him your hand, the man taking it and pressing a kiss to it.

Now you were the one off guard, looking at him a bit confused. “I was thinking a handshake but I guess that works too.” You laughed, earning a smile from Ney.

Ney shrugs, tossing the now empty cup into the trash can. “Well, y/n. I’ll see you around.”

And that you did; more often than not, you found yourself hanging around waiting for the handsome football player. Your work would sit open on your laptop, the cursor blinking as you stared out the window, waiting for him to walk by. The moment you spotted him, you started typing again.

Ney would find himself leaving training as soon as it was over, rather than waiting around just so he could get a few more minutes with you before the cafe closed.

It was a little routine you two fell into.

He’d come in, flash you a smile and you’d roll your eyes. Ney would order you another coffee, sit across from you as you typed away on your laptop. You two would sit in silence before he started poking around, asking what you're working on. You’d tell him to hush, you're trying to concentrate and eventually, your laptop is tucked away in your bag and you two were wrapped up in a conversation.

Eventually, he invited you to a game and you were given all the special treatment he could think of; you assured him that inviting you was enough, you weren’t expecting a seat in his box or a jersey he had made just for you with your name and his number.

He went out of his way to make sure you had all of those things - something he continued to do throughout his years at Barca and even now that he’s at PSG.

The weekend you had gone to the game was a good one, they were playing Sevilla at Camp Nou.

The entire stadium was painted blue, red and yellow, the cheers erupting from the second the players stepped out of the tunnel. The game was off to a good start, Leo had scored 21′ and it had gone to half 1-0. Returning from the half, Sevilla had a goal and then Ney scored at 49′- you had never seen anything like it before; not a goal but to feel a stadium explode like that when someone scores. It's happened before with Leo but it’s different when the person you know is the one that scored.

The match ended 5-1, two more goals from Leo and one from Ivan.

While you were up there, you had met Ney’s son, Davi, who was there with his mum, Carol. Ney had told you a bit about them, he and Carol were good friends now, there were no romantic feelings but you knew he cared about her, deeply too, and that was to be expected, she’s the mother of his child.

Nonetheless, she was taking Davi down to see his father and she asked if you’d like to join her.

“Oh, I- you’re sure I’m overstepping?”

You looked at the woman and she smiled, shaking her head. “Not at all, Ney invited you here so I'm sure he’d like to see you.”

You followed her downstairs, the woman leading you through the many back hallways it took to find your way down to the Barca locker room, a place you would find yourself many times over the next few years - so much so that you would be able to find it with your eyes closed.

“There’s daddy,” she pointed him out to Davi, Ney’s already bent down to pick up the boy. He whispers something to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before coming over to say hello to Carol.

Her hand patted his side, taking Davi back from him for a moment. “I think someone is waiting to say hello,” she smiles, nodding towards you.

Ney looks over in your direction, a smile on his face as he walks you to you. His arms open when he reaches you, you instinctively step into his arms and let him hug you.

“You came.” He smiles, arms still around you when he takes the step back.

You shrug, “you invited me and I had nothing else to do,” you joked, earning a laugh from him.

“I scored,” he tells you.

You nod. “I saw.”

“Seems you’ve brought good luck.”

“You don’t need luck.”

“I need you,” he says, eyes meeting yours. You can’t help but roll your own in response to his statement. “Shut up,” you laughed, brushing off his cheeky comment.

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Paris, France 2023.

The sound of honking woke you, you must have forgotten the window opened last night. Your hand rubbed over the empty spot beside you, trying to find your phone.

11:23am stared back at you and you decided it was time to finally get up for the day. You stretched, making your way down the long hallway after getting ready for the day. You assumed Ney would be in the gym seeing that he said he had the day off.

He had invited you to Paris to spend the week with him, it was his last week off before preseason and you two don’t see each other as often as you’d like after his departure from Barca.

He abruptly decided to leave Barca at the end of the 2016-2017 season and at that point, you had finally landed your dream job, there was no way you would uproot your life.

See, the two of you had been spinning around in a will they, won’t they thing for quite some time and you were finally approaching the they will territory when he left for Paris.

Ney asked you to join him, begged you even.

A part of you wanted to say yes but you always promised yourself that you'd never let anything get in the way of your dream life.

Sometimes you regret not going with him, especially when you saw that things were a bit tough for him; it broke your heart to not be there for him but you two remained friends.

You saw each other 2-3 times a year, maybe more if you had to travel for work. He always scheduled a week away for you two sometime during the summer, even if it was just as friends.

Somehow, not a big surprise, the two of you leave the yearly trip with an unsettling feeling; the week alone makes you both realize that if you had only joined him in Paris that life would be different for you.

Much to your surprise, the gym was empty. You found your way back upstairs.

“Ney?” You shouted, walking through the house. You stopped to get some coffee, the pot was full which meant he was home at some point.

“Ney!” You called once more, peeking outside to see if he was in the yard.

The house was empty, aside from you.

You spot something on the table in the dining room and you make your way over to see a note from him.

“Morning sleepyhead,

Unfortunately, I have a few last minute things to get done for pre season and I’m not sure when I'll be back. Order whatever you’d like for lunch - I'm assuming that when you’re gonna get up anyways.

My card is in my room on the vanity, take it and have a good day, go out and spoil yourself a bit. Feel free to take whatever car you want, keys are in the garage.

Happy birthday, Y/n.

- Love, Ney.”

You huff, setting the paper and your mug on the table. Okay so at least he remembers your birthday you thought to yourself.

What last minute things does he need to do that’s so important that it can’t wait until next week?

Nonetheless, you take him up on the offer; getting ready for the day and heading out into the city, his card tucked away in your purse. You ended up going to your favourite restaurant, one of the first places you visited when you came to Paris.

Ney had brought you when he was touring the PSG grounds before he officially made his decision to leave. You two had sat in the back, the player begging you to join in in Paris but you couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

As you sit there, the memories come flooding in.

Every time you're in this god awful city, you regret your answer that first night you were there.

Lunch wrapped up shortly after your thoughts slipped away or rather, you forced them away because it was making your head spin, the feeling of the restaurant closing in on you made you feel a sense of urgency to leave. You found yourself wandering the streets of Paris, finally stopping at a store that caught your eye.

The racks of colourful clothing and purses lined on the wall would take hours to sort through it but was the dress in the display that made you come in; black and fitted, a low cut neckline and an even lower back, the dress stopped mid tight and when you tried it on, it was like it was made just for you. The sales associate that was helping you brought over a pair of heels that she thought would match and she was right, it completed the look.

She took the dress and the heels from you, getting you a new set from the back and wrapped it up in two slick black bags, sliding them over the counter to you after you paid.

You felt like this was enough, despite knowing you could buy the entire city and Ney wouldn’t mind but you headed back to his place. His car parked in the driveway and you headed inside, “I'm back!” You called.

Ney peeked over the side of the couch to see you coming down the hallway towards him, “where's the rest?” He nodded towards the two bags in your hand.

“This is it.”

“That’s it?”

“Yup,” you nodded, handing his card back over to him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a bit, Ney was telling you about his pre season stuff and you told him about the day you had. He looked over at you, moving to lay on his stomach, his chin now resting on your thigh.

“I know that look,” you give him a glance, brows furrowed as you tried to figure him out. “What do you want?”

“Let’s go to dinner.”

“I’m not that hungry, I ate not too long ago.”

He pouted, yes, pouted like a child, looking up at you. “C’mon, please? It's your birthday, let me take you out.”

You gave in, knowing he'd just keep digging until you said yes. “Fine, let me get changed and we can head out.”

Ney let you go, leaving you to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t until an hour later that he knocked on your door, sticking his head in and asking to come in. You tell him it’s his house and the man rolled his eyes at your comment but sat on the edge of the bed as you pulled the pins out of your hair.

He watches as you walk over to him, standing between his legs. “Zip me up?” You glance over your shoulder at him.

One tug and the zipper was up, he patted your hip - his way of telling you he was done. “You look beautiful,” he tells you with a smile when you turn to face him.

He gets up, “ready?”

You slipped your shoes on, “mhm hm, ready.”

The two of you headed out, Ney had picked some restaurant you two said you would try the last time you were in Paris. Dinner was quiet, the food was good and you two caught up on all the gossip from mutual friends, piecing together the half told stories you had heard.

It dug at you a bit that he didn’t actually tell you happy birthday.

He kept mentioning it, he said it in the note but it’s not the same; you were actually there with him during your birthday for the first time in years. Ney was one of your oldest friends and someone you spent so much time with, it hurt you a bit but you brushed off the feeling, not wanting it to ruin your night.

You were a bit tired but Ney insisted you two stayed for dessert, telling you that he heard it was worth it. It struck you as odd that he wanted to stay but you gave in.

At some point after you two met the middle of the slice of cake you decided to split, you called it quits, telling Ney your heels were killing your feet and you’d like to head home. He gave in suspiciously quick but paid and drove you home. The porch light was on, you're almost certain it was off when you left but you ignored the light while Ney unlocked the door and let you walk in.

Kicking your heels off by the front door, you sighed with relief to have your feet free from the self inflicted torture.

You almost missed the speckles of red along the floor, rose petals lead to the living room and you glanced back at Ney, shooting him a confused look. His hand rested on your back as he urged you to keep walking. You followed the trail of flowers into the living room to see what was there.

What awaited you was like nothing you'd seen before, maybe only in romance movies with rich guys; massive bouquets of flowers, balloons covered the ceiling along with the back wall by the couch, the balloon letters spelt out happy birthday and there were two numbers that were your age. Not to mention the numerous gift bags and boxes set up on the coffee table along with a cake, your name written across it in blue frosting.

Your hands covered your mouth as you looked around, Ney’s cheek pressed to yours as he hugged you from behind. “You didn’t think I'd let your birthday go by without properly celebrating it, did you?”

“Thank you,” you smiled, turning around to hug him. “This is-”

“Before you say it’s too much, it’s not enough for everything you are to me,” he tells you, a hand giving your hip a squeeze. “Go on.” He nods towards the table.

You made yourself comfortable on the floor by the coffee table, Ney came back from the kitchen with two forks, some candles and a lighter.

He stuck the candles in the cake and lit them, singing happy birthday to you terribly off-key. You made sure to record a little bit before setting your phone down to blow out the candles.

He bought you just about everything your heart could desire, from shoes to clothes to makeup, to luggage and purses, it felt like he had bought one of everything in Paris for you. You turned around, shifting to between his legs when you pulled him into a hug, the man hunched over as you were still sitting on the floor.

It was all a bit overwhelming, so when he pulled out one more box from his pocket, you looked at him a bit confused.

“Another one?” You asked, hesitantly taking the box that was being offered to you.

It was small, a little blue box with a bow over it. It was too heavy to be jewelry considering the size of the box. “Oh my god, you didn’t buy me a car, did you? Because that would be way too much.”

Ney laughed, shaking his head. “Just open it.”

So you did, undoing the bow and taking off the lid to find a set of keys; house keys identical to the set you had on the vanity in your room at the moment.

“Keys to your house?” You looked at him confused.

“Yes, but these are specifically for you.” He tells you and you look down at the bunch of keys on the ring, there were a few key chains; one of your initials, a PSG one, a Barca one and one was a custom one with a photo of you and him from the first time you went to one of his games. “That way you can come and go as you please.”

There’s a hidden meaning behind his words. “Ney.. what are you trying to say?”

“I want you here.. with me. It doesn't feel right like this, y/n. The two of us separated like this, knowing we're supposed to be together. Seeing you a few times a year isn’t enough for me and nothing’s changed in the way I feel for you, I love you. I have always loved you.”

“I-” you let out a breath, trying to gather your thoughts.

“You're running your own firm, you travel for work anyways. Why can't we do this? Like we were supposed to from the start.” He looks down at you and you glance down at the keys in your hand.

“I regretted it,” you say, looking up at him. “I’ve regretted saying no to you from the moment I left you in Paris the first time. Not a week goes by where I don’t wish I had said yes.”

Ney’s hands cupped your jaw, meeting you halfway when you move onto your knees. “It’s not too late.”

Your eyes met his, “it’s not?”

“It’s never too late for you, y/n. I would wait a million years if it meant you were mine.”

“Well, that’s a bit dramatic, Ney.” You laughed, earning a smile from him. The man leaned in, lips about to touch yours, “will you move in with me?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your hand wrapped around his wrist when he pulled you into him, closing the gap between you two. It felt like nothing had changed, you two had picked up right where you left off and you were glad for that; nothing ever felt as right as saying yes to him.

“One more thing,” he tells you and you shake your head, “I hate to say it, I'm all gifted out.”

“Happy birthday, y/n.” He finally whispers to you, you smiled up at him. “Thank you, Ney, for everything.”

“Nothing’s ever too much for you.” He whispers, kissing your temple.

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lewishamiltonstuff · 2 years ago

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One Lewis Hamilton hug can and will fix my life.

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pretty-little-candid-blurbs · 2 years ago

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Unraveling Rivalry: A Symphony of Love

pairing: neymar jr x reader

note: this story is inspired by a fic i read a long time ago, if any of you know the author, please let me know!

In the captivating world of fame and glory, where the spotlight danced upon the gifted and talented, Neymar Jr. and Y/N found themselves entangled in an eternal tango of rivalry. From the tender age of childhood, they were each other's foils, two stars destined to collide in a cosmic dance of destiny. As they grew into their own, their paths diverged like streams flowing in opposite directions.

Neymar Jr., the prodigious footballer, graced the hallowed fields with his artistry, while Y/N, an ethereal muse, adorned the runways with elegance and poise. Their reputations, like the tides of the sea, rose and fell, a perpetual dance of brilliance and fame.

Yet, beneath the facade of fierce competition lay a yearning, an unspoken desire that neither dared acknowledge. Like two celestial bodies, they orbited each other, their energies intertwined in an enigmatic harmony. But life's grand symphony orchestrated their meetings and partings, and the notes of their rivalry rang louder than any love song.

In the twilight of a shimmering day, the threads of fate wove an intricate tapestry, bringing them face to face once more, this time in the embrace of a daring and intimate photoshoot. A celebration of vulnerability and artistry, the shoot demanded they bare their souls before the camera, transcending the boundaries of rivalry.

Yet, fate's whimsy manifested in the choice of perfume worn by Y/N. The fragrance, a bewitching symphony of scents, was to Neymar Jr. an allergen of the highest order, triggering an unexpected reaction. His eyes watered, and a symphony of sneezes escaped him, disrupting the seriousness of the moment.

But there, amidst the chaos, was Y/N, the enchanting orchestrator of this enchanting symphony. She laughed, a melody that echoed through the studio and reached the depths of Neymar Jr.'s soul. For the first time, he saw beyond the facade of rivalry, past the veil of animosity, and into the heart of the woman before him.

Awestruck and spellbound, Neymar Jr. found himself ensnared in the labyrinth of her laughter. It was a revelation, a glimpse of the real Y/N behind the veneer of competitiveness. Her laughter, like a celestial song, reverberated in his chest, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

In that fleeting moment, the armor they had forged around their hearts began to soften. The years of rivalry seemed inconsequential, lost in the gentle embrace of this newfound intimacy. Perhaps, there was a deeper connection that had been obscured by the haze of competition.

Summoning his courage, Neymar Jr. stepped forward, vulnerability in his eyes as he sought her attention. "Y/N, can we talk?" His voice, a melody tinged with sincerity, resonated in the air.

Her gaze flickered, a guarded curiosity taking root. "What's there to talk about? You hate me, and I've never been your biggest fan either."

With steady resolve, he approached her, closing the distance that had once separated them like the expanse of an ocean. His eyes, once fiery with rivalry, now bore the vulnerability of a man laying bare his heart. "I don't hate you," he confessed softly. "It's just...we've been at each other's throats for so long that it became a habit. But today, I saw something different in you. I saw you laugh, and it made me realize that there's more to us than this rivalry."

The walls she had erected began to tremble, as if under the weight of truth and vulnerability. "Why should I trust you?" she whispered, her voice but a murmur carried by the wind. "We've hurt each other countless times."

He took her hands gently in his, a tender touch that conveyed a promise of sincerity. "Because sometimes, the strongest connections are built on the ashes of rivalry. I want to know the real you, beyond this feud. I want to explore what could be between us."

Her heart fluttered, caught in the current of emotions that swirled around them. The allure of hope mingled with the fear of disappointment. "Are you saying you suddenly want to be friends?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Neymar Jr. hesitated for a moment before speaking with unwavering honesty, "No, I want more than that. I want to know if there's a chance for us to be more. I want to make you fall in love with me, Y/N, and I promise I'll be patient. If I can't do it by your 22nd birthday, I'll stop trying."

Her eyes searched his, hoping to discern the truth in his words. Was this a genuine declaration or merely another move in the dance of rivalry they had been performing for so long?

With trepidation and hope entwined, she agreed, "Alright, Neymar. You have until my 22nd birthday."

From that moment onward, the dance of destiny evolved into an intricate ballet of emotions. Neymar Jr. became a man on a mission, determined to unravel the enigma that was Y/N and lay bare his own heart in the process.

He surprised her with thoughtful gestures, leaving behind the role of the fierce competitor and embracing the mantle of a suitor. He supported her career, understanding that her success didn't diminish his own but instead enriched both their journeys.

With each passing day, Y/N felt her defenses faltering, revealing the woman she had kept hidden behind the mask of rivalry. Neymar Jr. made her laugh, he challenged her, he listened to her dreams and fears, and, in doing so, he drew her closer to him with every heartbeat.

The walls that had once separated them began to crumble under the weight of their shared moments, and in their vulnerability, they discovered the beauty of authenticity and the power of love.

On a sunny afternoon, Neymar Jr. planned an elaborate surprise for Y/N. He whisked her away on a private helicopter ride to a secluded beach, where a beautiful picnic awaited them. The waves whispered sweet secrets, and the sun painted a canvas of gold as they basked in each other's company.

Hand in hand, they explored the sands of time, creating memories that would forever be etched in their hearts. Neymar Jr. shared stories of his childhood dreams and his journey to becoming a football legend. Y/N spoke of her aspirations and the hurdles she overcame to conquer the world of modeling.

Their conversations flowed like a symphony, each note a testament to their growing affection. Neymar Jr. listened with rapt attention, hanging onto every word that fell from her lips. It was as if time had ceased to exist, and they were the only two souls adrift in an endless sea of possibilities.

As the sun began its descent into the horizon, Neymar Jr. led Y/N to a spot where they could witness the breathtaking sunset. He wrapped his arms around her, a gesture of protection and tenderness, as they stood in awe of nature's masterpiece.

With the setting sun casting a golden glow upon them, Neymar Jr. took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a vulnerability he had never known before. "Y/N, you've shown me a world beyond rivalry, a realm of beauty and grace that I never knew existed. Your laughter is a symphony, and your presence is an enchantment that has woven its magic around my soul."

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes glistening like stars in the twilight. "Neymar, you've surprised me in ways I could never have imagined. Your determination to make me fall in love with you has opened my eyes to the man behind the rivalry, a man of depth and passion. Your laughter is infectious, and your kindness is a melody that warms my heart."

In the fading light, Neymar Jr. leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and vulnerability, a kiss that held the promise of a love that had emerged from the ashes of rivalry.

From that moment on, Neymar Jr.'s efforts to make Y/N fall in love knew no bounds. He showered her with love letters, each one penned with the poetry of his heart. He surprised her with flowers and gifts that spoke of thoughtfulness and understanding.

Their dates became a symphony of romantic escapades, from candlelit dinners under the stars to playful outings at amusement parks. Neymar Jr. made it his mission to know every facet of Y/N's soul, to understand the depths of her dreams and fears, and to be the pillar of strength she could lean on.

He surprised her with impromptu serenades, his voice like a velvet melody that wrapped around her heart. And as the days turned to months, Y/N found herself falling under the spell of Neymar Jr.'s love, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes and the tenderness in his touch.

On the eve of Y/N's 22nd birthday, Neymar Jr. orchestrated a grand celebration, gathering their closest friends and family to witness a declaration of love that transcended rivalry. In a room adorned with fairy lights and roses, he stood before her, his heart in his hands.

"Y/N, my love, today marks a year since I embarked on this journey to make you fall in love with me. But in this time, I have discovered so much more. You are the symphony that fills the void in my heart, the muse that inspires my every step. You've shown me that love can emerge from the unlikeliest of places, that beneath the facade of rivalry lies the essence of an extraordinary love story."

He paused, his gaze locking with hers, the depth of his emotions shimmering in his eyes. "You are my muse, my inspiration, and my heart's desire. With each passing day, I fall deeper in love with you, and I vow to cherish and protect you for all eternity. Y/N, will you be my partner in this beautiful dance of life, my forever love?"

Tears of joy filled Y/N's eyes as she took a step closer, her heart bursting with the love she had once deemed impossible. "Neymar, you've shown me the true meaning of love. With you, I've discovered a world of beauty and passion that I never thought I could have. You've made me believe in a love that transcends rivalry, a love that is profound and genuine."

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, a promise of unity and devotion. "I would be honored to be your partner in this dance of life, to love you fiercely and unconditionally, as you have loved me."

In that moment, the applause of their loved ones and the twinkling stars outside seemed to merge, a harmonious celebration of a love that had blossomed amidst rivalry and evolved into an eternal symphony.

And so, their love story continued to unfold, like a timeless melody that swept across the ages. Neymar Jr. and Y/N, once enemies, now lovers, found solace in each other's arms, their hearts forever entwined in the enchanting dance of destiny.

In a world where rivalry once reigned, love had emerged victorious, proving that the depths of one's heart could break the barriers of animosity and foster a love that transcends all boundaries.

And so, the symphony of their love played on, a timeless ode to the power of love that transformed two rivals into soulmates for eternity. With each passing day, they reveled in the magic of their love, knowing that it was a love story written in the stars, forever etched in the annals of time.

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hannibal1958 · 2 years ago

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Leo! You [hair pulling kink] bastard!

for God's sake!

This man has no shame at all.

Or maybe he thinks nobody knows about hair kink but him?! Silly...

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mebiselfandi · 2 years ago

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Title: Don’t Leave Me

Summary: Neymar tells Luis and Leo he’s leaving Barcelona

Pairings: Lionel Messi/Neymar, Luis Suarez/Neymar, Lionel Messi/Luis Suarez, MSN

Tags: pain, misery, hurt/no comfort

A/N: GUYS PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE YOU CONTINUE!! Please if you’re not feeling okay don’t read this. It’s entirely too depressing imo. But please don’t read this on my account especially with everything that’s been happening between these two. Secondly I’m actually laughing cause I said wow this is so hard to write considering I’ve never had to deal with a best friend leaving me behind and the universe really said bet. Oh yeah for the vibes this song is how Leo feels

Leo and Luis watched with curiosity as Neymar and Rafa had a hushed argument all throughout their afternoon practice. Rafa seemingly trying to convince Neymar of something. Neymar eventually seemed to have enough and sulked off to their room as soon as practice was over. Leo and Luis were quick to go up to Rafa to find out what was wrong with Neymar.

“Hey! Rafa, wait!” Luis shouted as they jogged to catch up with him. “What’s wrong with Ney?”

Rafa just gave them both a guilt ridden look, “it’s not for me to say. You’ll have to ask him yourselves.” And before either of them could ask him to elaborate on the cryptic nature of his response he’d already dashed off to talk to Ivan.

They both turned to look at each other, silently agreeing take Rafa’s advice and then set off after Neymar.

Leo knocked lightly on Rafa and Neymar’s door. They heard some shuffling inside then Neymar came and unlocked the door, letting them in and shutting it behind them. He walked back to his bed. Sitting down on it and looking at the two men.

“Ney, are you okay?” Luis asked first when they were now stood in front of him. Both him and Leo could feel their worry for the younger man reaching a boiling point, threatening to spill over.

“I…I have to tell you guys something,” he whispered with a shaky voice looking slightly pale. Leo raised his eyebrows expectantly. Neymar looked up at his two friends in front of him. He wasn’t sure how to tell them especially after everything they’d been through the last few years. Gathering his nerves, he spit it out before he could stop himself, “I’m leaving.”

“What are you talking about?” Luis breathed out but he already knew exactly what Neymar meant.

“I-I’m leaving Barça,” he couldn’t help the crack that entered his voice.

“Oh,” Leo muttered.

Neymar looked down and wiped weakly at a stray tear, “I’m sorry, I tried to tell you guys earlier but I didn’t know how and- and you deserved to know. I’m so sorry.” Neymar whispered. He finally looked back up and he wished he never did. Luis was looking at him with a face painted with utter betrayal and Leo? Oh Leo. Neymar prayed he’d never see the look on his face again. Entirely blank and devoid of emotion, Neymar could see him retreating into himself the same way he did when he would pretend he wasn’t sad or upset. The thought that he had caused him that pain made a fresh batch of unshed tears spring to his eyes.

“When are you going to tell the team?” Leo asked with that blank look in his eyes.

Neymar could only open and close his mouth wordlessly. Unsure how he’d tell them it was only them who didn’t know. The two people who should have known first.

Luis’ face dawned with realization as he understood what Neymar wouldn’t say but before he could say anything, there was a loud knock on the door then Rafa poked his head in.

“Ney? Coach is looking for you,” he announced apologetically then retreated, shutting the door behind him.

They all looked at each other until finally Leo began to head towards the door.

“Wait, Leo-,” but before he could say whatever he planned to, Luis quickly stepped in front of him, shielding Leo from his view.

“Don’t, Ney. Just don’t. Not now,” Luis bit out through clamped teeth, still holding that betrayed look in his eyes.

“But I-.”

“Please,” Luis begged.

Seeing the slight tremble in his friends lips, Neymar could only nod his head in quiet agreement to what he asked. Luis shot Neymar one more pained look then wrapped an arm around Leo’s shoulders, leading them both out of the room. Neymar sat back once the door had shut, leaving him completely alone in the room. He wiped his face with his shirt then mentally told himself to pull it together before heading out to see what the Coach needed.

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Leo and Luis had made sure to avoid Neymar the rest of the day. Whether on purpose or by accident, Neymar didn’t know but he certainly didn’t expect to see them standing outside his door that night.

“Can we come in?” Leo asked. The question more directed towards Rafa who sat on his bed scrolling through his phone.

He looked at the three of them then muttered out a quiet, “no, yeah, it’s fine,” as he got up to leave. When he reached Neymar he squeezed his hand lightly, “I’ll be in Ivan’s room,” he whispered reassuringly. He sent him one final smile then disappeared out the door, closing it behind him.

Neymar went and sat on his bed and watched as Leo and Luis sat opposite him on Rafa’s. They all sat silently for a few seconds before finally Luis spoke.

“You can’t leave.”

“If you came to convince me to stay, it won’t work. I’ve already made up my mind,” Neymar said firmly. He didn’t want to fight with his friends but he’d made his decision and it wasn’t changing.

“But you said you weren’t going to leave.”

“And I’ve decided otherwise,” Neymar argued.

“You’ve decided or someone else?” Luis snapped.

“Barca is your home Ney. You belong here…with us,” Leo redirected as he could see an argument already brewing, “and you’ve been playing so well. We just won against Paris and that was because of you. You brought us back when we had practically lost. Now you want to go there?”

Neymar could feel the tears prickle the back of his eyes

“When did you decide?” Luis questioned.

“June.”

“What?” Leo asked quietly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “you’ve known since June?”

“That was almost 3 weeks ago and you’re only telling us now?” Luis finished for him in a hurt tone.

“I-,” Neymar started.

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Luis growled out lowly. He couldn’t help how rough he sounded but he was mad. However he softened when he saw Neymar flinch at his tone, “why, Ney? Why France? Ney, England is better. City, that kind of football is better, it’s more suited to you. But France?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled quietly.

Luis leaned forward and took Neymar’s face in his hands. Neymar’s own glassy eyes dimmed under Luis’ own sorrow leaden gaze. He searched and searched for some kind of answer. Any answer that would begin to explain why Neymar was leaving them. But it was to no avail. One of the tears he was trying so desperately to keep at bay slid down his face. A silent plea for the younger man to see reason. “Ney you won’t be happy there,” he whispered, pulling at straws that might make Neymar change his mind before it was too late.

“I could be,” he mumbled back sadly. Luis’ fingers gripped almost painfully into Neymar’s cold skin. Why couldn’t he understand?

“But you won’t be,” he forced out through gritted teeth. Another tear fell, chasing the other.

Leo reached out and gently grabbed onto Luis’ hands, removing them from where they were digging bruises into Neymar’s skin. Luis simply swiped angrily as his eyes and looked away.

Leo watched Neymar for a few seconds. Maybe he’d missed it. Maybe he’d made a mistake and completely missed Neymar’s feelings. Gone months and months without seeing that Neymar no longer wanted to be here. He knew Neymar by heart so why couldn’t he have seen this coming. He should have been able to. Maybe something was wrong with his heart. “Are you not happy here?” He finally asked quietly.

Neymar looked away from Leo. His fingers picked and pulled at the loose threads of the bedspread, “I don’t know.”

“Well, will you be happy there?”

“I-I don’t know…”

Leo’s frustration was reaching a breaking point, “you can’t leave m-,” he began to say forcefully. He paused for a second to calm down. Leo took a deep breath and closed his eyes then opened them, stormy and conflicted, “us. You can’t leave us for ‘I don’t know’ Ney.”

“Ney what do we have to do to convince you to stay?” Luis asked.

“I do want to stay…but I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I…” Neymar was speechless, “my dad-”

“Forget about him. You don’t have to listen to him. You can decide yourself.” Leo was well aware of the influence he had over Ney but for once he wished Ney would listen to them. “What do you want?” Leo picked up one of Neymar’s hands and tried to catch his gaze, “You want to win the Ballon d’Or? I’ll get you the Ballon d’Or.”

Neymar could feel his heart racing at Leo’s words as he met his eyes with shock. The words slipped out themselves before he could stop them, “I want to win with you,” he looked at Luis, “both of you.”

Luis leaned forward again and grabbed onto Neymar’s other hand, “Ney, if you want to win everything, stay here with us. We’ll make sure you win. In Paris…it’s not guaranteed.”

Neymar could feel his resolve weakening. He wanted to be with Luis and Leo but it was already too late, “It will be different once I get there. I could change the club, the league. They’ve promised me a lot…”

Leo squeezed his hand tightly, “and we’re promising you everything.”

He felt overwhelmed under the looks of desperation in his friends eyes. He didn’t want to leave them. It was one of the last things he wanted. He could barely even imagine a life without their constant presence. Why was he even leaving? He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to leave. The tears flowed fast and hot down his face, “I can’t,” he finally sobbed out, “I want to but I can’t.”

Luis and Leo pulled him between the two of them and they both held him as he cried. Loud and broken with the arms of the people he cared about most wrapped around him. Minutes felt like hours as the burden of his imminent absence weighed down heavier and heavier around them with an oppressive air. His cries eventually stifled to quiet quivers and short intakes of breath.

“We just want you to be happy Ney,” Luis said as he rubbed Neymar’s back soothingly.

“I know,” he whimpered hoarsely into his shoulder.

Leo looked at Luis and had a silent conversation with him. Understanding what Leo was asking, Luis got up and took Neymar’s head in his hands once more. He rubbed softly at the dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Neymar closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feel of his slightly calloused fingers gliding gently over his skin.

“Just think about it,” he urged. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to Neymar’s forehead then smoothed his hair back and left Leo and Neymar alone. They sat in silence as Leo tried to think of what to say.

“Is it true?” Leo asked. Neymar simply looked at him confusedly until finally in the most quiet of voices Leo asked, “are you leaving because of me?” Leo never listened to what the media had to say. However over the last few months, ever since Neymar’s transfer rumors had started, he’d heard what they said. How Neymar was drowning in Leo’s shadow. He’d obviously believed none of it but he’d also believed Neymar wasn’t leaving. Now he wasn’t sure about anything. “It’s okay you can tell me if it’s me…I won’t be mad at you or anything. I just…I need to know.”

Neymar turned in Leo’s arms to look at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’d think that’s true,” he whispered quietly.

“I don’t know what to think anymore Ney,” Leo whispered back. His eyes were starting to burn with the heat of sadness, “you said you’d stay.” He cracked out, a tear escaping.

“I never meant to hurt you Leo,” Neymar murmured as he tried not to look away from the hopeless expression on Leo’s face.

“But you are.”

“I’ll still come back and visit. I’m not leaving forever.”

“Then why does it feel like this is goodbye.”

Neymar stayed silent as he watched the tears leave Leo’s eyes. He placed his hands gently on either side of his face and Leo nuzzled into his palms as he cradled his head. He wiped away at Leo’s tears but they only seemed to double in strength until Leo let out a choked sob. Neymar was quick to wrap Leo up in his arms. But where Leo usually found the warmth of a thousand suns, he was met with endless winter. Neymar’s embrace lacked all its usual heat and Leo felt so cold. He pushed and clawed at Neymar’s chest. Maybe if he dug deep enough he’d find that familiar feel of his soul.

“Please don’t leave me Ney,” Leo begged through gut wrenching sobs, “I can’t lose you.” He cried into his neck as he wrapped his arms tighter around Neymar’s waist.

Neymar could only cry silently as he watched Leo cry. Leo who was always so strong even when he had every right to not be. And it was his fault. After he’d silently promised to always be by Leo’s side, he was leaving him behind. He was the one causing all this pain and he had no way to fix it. “I’m so so sorry,” he finally wept around the lump in his throat.

“Please…please Ney,” Leo begged as he closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against Neymar’s and mixing the tears he’d shed with his. He pressed their foreheads together, his lips brushing against Neymar’s and whispered, “just tell me you’ll stay,” so quietly, Neymar would have thought Leo stayed silent had he not felt him breathe the words into his lungs.

“Leo…” Neymar trailed off brokenly. He could feel the pads of Leo’s fingers dig into his ribs.

“…please,” he whimpered tightening the hold on Neymar’s body.

The tears rolled freely down Neymar’s face as he felt Leo’s lip tremble against his with the weight of his decision. There was no way Neymar could let Leo down. How could he deny him this one request? So he lied. He lied over and over again until he almost believed it. Until he wished it was true.

And when Neymar woke up the next morning, Leo was gone.

For @satrangee-ray and @dykemar

I hope I broke your heart’s sufficiently.

#originally this was supposed to be about Leo leaving Ney but I changed my mind #I know I said no angst but yeah #I’m so very sorry for this y’all #and it’s one of my longer fics too😔😔#luis suarez #neymar #neymar jr #leo messi #lionel messi #neymessi #msn #msn fic #Spotify #meb writes

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kevjrr · 2 years ago

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Title: Breath

Summary: When a text from his father sends Neymar into a panic attack, Kylian has to try to bring him back to the surface.

Pairing: Neybappe (Neymar and Kylian)

Tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship, doesn’t follow any timeline

TW: verbal abuse (NOT between kylian and Ney), mentions of self harm, panic attack, cursing

A/N: Wrote this while having a mental breakdown, so it’s kinda sad but it has a happy ending! I made Neymar’s father the bad guy. Don’t read this if you like him please.

He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t actually care about me. He doesn’t care about us.

Neymar slams his head against the bathroom wall in a futile attempt at getting that dreadful sentence out of his head. He knows he must be overreacting like he always does but he cannot help it. Why does he not understand him? He tries so so hard to please him but it never works. It’s never enough.

He doesn’t know what to do more. He doesn’t know how to be better.

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Kylian frantically runs along the corridors of their training center, opening each door and looking through each window. Only one thought in his mind.

I need to find Neymar.

The last time he saw him, the older man was looking at his phone and there were tears running down his cheeks. The hurt in his eyes was almost palpable before he bolted inside the building. Kylian has no idea what caused the Brazilian to react like that and this was killing him. He immediately wanted to run after him but their coach wouldn’t stop talking. Screw him because now he cannot find Ney and he cannot ask for help. He knows his boyfriend. He will not want a crowd surrounding him if he’s not okay.

Trying to wave the others off while they didn’t know if something were actually wrong was hard enough, if he told them that Neymar was crying while he ran away, they would smother him.

Kylian stops in the middle of the hallway, trying to ignore the staffs sending him weird looks. He doesn’t have time to give them an excuse. He takes a deep breath and tries to think of where Ney could have gone.

Not the changing rooms, too high of a chance of a staff member finding him. Not the cafeteria. Not the nurse’s room. Not the offices obviousl-

Or can it be there? Maybe whatever he has seen had something to do with the higher ups? Perhaps they changed their mind about Neymar’s punishment for that punch.

But it can also be anything else and going upstairs will be a waste of time. Time that he doesn’t have. Neymar sometimes does things when he’s hurt enough and Kylian can’t bear the thought of that happening while he’s right here. In the same building.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What should he do?

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Neymar grips his phone tightly, trying his best not to look at the screen. He can’t see those words again. The words that he somehow always manages to make someone say.

He knows he shouldn’t have punched that ‘fan’ however the latter had not only insulted him but Rafaella as well.

In that moment all he could think about was that his sister shouldn’t have to deal with people like this. He’s used to it -the degradation, the dehumanizing insults, the racism but she isn’t. He’s used to being hurt in that way but she isn’t. They only knew her because of him. It’ll be his fault. He can’t be the reason she gets hurt.

He told his dad this. He told him everything that the man had called him and his sister, so why can’t he still not understand why he did it?

He’s not sorry but he also is. He’s sorry. He’s so sorry. So so sorry. Please don’t be disappointed in me, Pai. I’ll do better. I’ll do better. Please understand me. Whycan’tyoueverunderstandme?

Why don’t you ever care enough to try?

On his brightly lit screen, a message glares at anyone who dares to look.

Pai💕

Do you know how

many people are calling us

terrible parents right now?

is this how I raised you? You

should have known better than

to fucking punch someone in

front of the whole stadium.

So what they called you those

words? Why haven’t you learned to

suck it up by now?

I’m disappointed in you.

Neymar chokes on his sobs as he tries his best to breath but he can’t. His lungs refusing to let the air in. And he can’t see either. His vision blurred with tears.

He scrambles up, his hands huriedly trying to find something to lean on because his legs feel like jelly. He doesn’t want to fall and injure himself. He had promised Kylian he would not hurt himself again.

The Brazilian harshly wipes at his eyes to get rid of the tears because he can’t see.

He wants Kylian. Please. Where is he?

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Hoping he’s not making a giant mistake Kylian rushes towards the bathroom. The one that no one uses because it’s supposedly haunted. The perfect place to go to when you don’t want anyone to walk in on you.

He runs faster than he has ever run in his life.

They had a serious conversation about the older man’s habit of running away and isolating himself after Kylian had to search almost the entire city in order to find him. Since then Neymar never runs, he usually tells the French man that he needs time or even explains what happened.

Kylian digs his nails into his palms and hopes the slight sting will help him calm down. He wants to slap himself when he sees Greta, their janitor, walking towards the bathroom. How could he have forgotten about the cleaners?

"Greta!" He shouts and stops a little behind her. "I need a favour."

The woman turns around clearly startled before smiling, despite looking slightly concerned. Kylian does not have to look in a mirror to know that he must look terrible. Wide eyed, sweaty, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath

"What is it, dear?"

"Can you make sure no one comes near that bathroom for a little while? Please."

She purses her lips, looking conflicted.

"I won’t take long. Please it’s important." He pleads.

Sighing, she nods her head, "Okay but be quick."

"Thank you!"

Kylian pauses in thought. "Also, do you have the key?"

Greta frowns at him but hands it to him anyway.

"Thank you again, I owe you one." He smiles at her although he is pretty sure it must have looked more like a grimace than anything else.

He immediately starts running towards the bathroom once again as the lady stands guard at the entrance of the hallway.

She stares at his back and silently prays that nothing is wrong. She has never seen that young man so terrified before.

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Neymar finally manages to grasp the sink when he hears a voice. Even in his panicked haze he recognizes it. Kylian.

"Ney! Are you inside?"

"Ye-yes."

He hears the younger man curse.

Has he already done something wrong? He should not have ran away-

"Amour, can you take a deep breath for me please?"

Neymar tries only to choke again.

"Ney, baby, you can do it. Just follow what I do." Kylian starts to breath as noisily as he possibly can.

Neymar clenches his fists in order to get his mind to focus on the encouraging words that his boyfriend continues to utter and tries to imitate him.

It takes a minute but it works. Before he knows it he can breath again.

"You did wonderful, amour. Can you open the door please?"

The Brazilian hesitates, he does not want Kylian to see him like this, however he will be lying if he says that he does not want the younger man’s company and comfort.

He slowly walks towards the door, his hand tightly clutching the sink and then the wall. It takes three tries before his trembling hand unlocks it.

The relief that washes over him when he comes face to face with his Kyks causes him to tear up again.

The other man immediately catches him when he stumbles in his haste to hug him. Kylian lets them gently slide down and lay on the floor with his back against the wall and Neymar in between his legs, leaning on his chest.

He rubs the older man’s back and presses kisses all over his face, while also subtly searching for any injuries. He trusts Ney and knows that he always keeps his promises. However, he also knows what pain does to a person. Pride and relief blooms in his chest when he doesn’t find any.

He places one last kiss on Ney’s forehead before asking, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Neymar doesn’t even have to think about it, he lifts his hand and hands him the phone. The latter takes it and reads the message still displayed on the screen.

He almost throws the device across the room in anger. How dare that old man-

No. Now’s not the time to get angry.

Ney nuzzles against him and closes his eyes. “Why can’t he just understand me?”

Kylian’s heart clenches at the despair in his voice. “I don’t know, Ney. But I understand you, your sister understands and so does your mother. Remember what she told you last time?”

He does remember.

“I would’ve done the same thing. No one insults my babies and gets away with it. Don’t beat yourself over this, meu amor. I love you.”

“Plus the team understands you too. Marqui was ready to punch that bastard himself. You bet Leandro and Edi would have too, you saw their faces when you told us what he said. Even Tuchel looked pissed. See, with all due respect, your father is the odd one out meaning he’s wrong.”

Neymar chuckles, amused but he sees the logic as well. Maybe Kylian is right. His father is in the wrong, not him.

“With all due respect huh?”

Kylian snorts, “Nope, no respect at all.”

The Brazilian sighs, having given up on making them get along. He did just have a panic attack -wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last either- because of his father, so he can’t really blame Kyks either.

Neymar leans up and kisses the younger man, trying to express his gratitude in a way mere words can’t. He will never know what he did to deserve a boyfriend like him.

“Te amo.” He whispers against Kylian’s lips when they pull away.

“Je t’aime encore plus.” The latter mutters back, pecking his lips again and again.

In the back of his mind, as he wipes Neymar’s face with a handkerchief, Kylian makes a mental note to thank Greta. Oh and to think of a plausible excuse to tell the guys. And their coach too.

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Once they’re in the safety of their home, they have a talk about running away again. And kylian spends the rest of the day making sure that Neymar’s father doesn’t get to him. Not anymore.

#football fic #neybappe #neymar jr #kylian mbappe #neybappe fic #I was having a breakdown y’all #so this isn’t that good #even though I corrected some mistakes

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vsyrworld · 1 year ago

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didn't realized fanfic can be a strong weapon to unleash your emotion.

i need to be honest, Parc de Prince, is the fic that I wrote while dealing with the self-esteem and my struggle have a friend who needs a mentality help. where i learn the struggle being an empathy, how the stoicism saves our mental health-- that memory is so gore that i need to write down in form of fanfic with neymar pov's ;

#neymar jr #kylian mbappe #football #fics #mental health #stoicsm #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writing

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le010n11 · 2 years ago

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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧.

Short neymessi fic! Not beta read, unedited.

Growing up in a country with very hot weather made him love summer. He loved the sun and the feeling of the heat on his pale skin, despite not being able to enjoy summer without precautions. He loved how free he felt, and he loved how everything was bright in that season. Even though he wasn't living by the coast, he loved how easy it was to go to the beach and be carefree. He was not social by nature and preferred going to the beach alone a lot, just to enjoy the sunny days and let his long hair down. He always wished to meet someone who felt like summer.

Meeting him for the first time after he joined the same team as him, he felt tingles all over his body, a feeling he had never felt before, but he loved every second of it. As the clueless person he was, he never thought about it that much. He was not someone who would analyse their own feelings. Some people saw him cold; some got weirded out of him. All he needed was someone to help him connect with his own feelings without shame.

His close circle knows how amazing a person he is, how pure his heart is, and how much he loves his personal space and his own free time more than anything.

All this changed when the younger came into his life bargaining on breaking his shell and getting to know every part of his soul. The younger one was fierce, challenging and sure of winning.

The second time they touched, Leo felt the burning of his skin as if he had made contact with the sun. As the man he was, he did not pay much attention to that feeling but instead tried to figure out how to feel it again and again. As the days passed, Lionel thought he knew a lot about the kid who wore his heart on his sleeves. He thought knowing Neymar was as easy as reading a book; you already know the end of it. Leo was enjoying every second he spent getting to know the younger He loved how Neymar let him consume him; he loved how Neymar was ready to do anything for him; he loved how Neymar tried to please him all the time. He would be a liar if he said he did not love the control he had over the younger, but Neymar did all these things just to switch the rules, knowing how clueless Leo was.

For Leo, Neymar was like summer. Bright and hot, yet felt so dreamy and divine. Leo thought he had found his summer. Loving Neymar felt like swimming in the ocean, with clear clouds above him and the salty sea smell filling his nose every time they touched. Loving Neymar felt easy—easy for only a while. Neymar had a power that Leo never noticed. He was the only person who saw Leo as vulnerable. He broke Leo's hard shell and got under his skin, becoming a part of his soul without Leo's permission.

Summer does not last long; other seasons need to come too. It is a part of life.

Leo was not ready to let go. He never thought his summer could turn cold and rainy until Neymar announced his departure. With no valid explanation or admonition.

Leo never asked for much; he asked for love, a simple thing from his own point of view, but love was complicated; love comes with pain. It was bound to happen.

But Neymar never really left him; Neymar was settling in his soul, roaming in every corner. He could still feel his skin burning and his body longing for the other person's touch.

For the first time, Leo needed to understand his feelings. His longing and need for the Brazilian were unexplainable. He is dazed; he cannot stay in that cold weather anymore.

So he left to find his summer again, and the cycle continues.

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white-light-on-my-prism · 2 years ago

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I cooked up some Neymessi × 'Cardigan' (Taylor Swift) songfic in case y'all were hungry 👉👈🥺

GO CHECK IT OUT IF YOU HAVE THE TIME AND WILL AND ENERGY I love y'all<33

Just FYI this was our crusty ship equalizer fic, so now if I'm not wrong, both our enemy and we have a total of 871 fics on AO3, one more and we WIN THE FVCKING WAR LEZZGO!!

Chapters 2 and 3 will be out soon, stay tuned🤙🧚‍♀️.

#neymessi #neymessi fanfic #neymessi fic #lionel messi #neymar jr

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ripmyselfxd · 5 months ago

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IDK who I should make a story about next

#tumblr polls #random polls #story #my fic #spiderman #sam and colby #neymar jr #patrick mahomes #tom holland

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dumbseee · 2 years ago

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bro code. pt3.

part 1. part 2.

carlos sainz jr x reader.

fc: bruna marquezine.

note: sorry for the mistakes this might have, english isn’t my first language and this is the longest fic i’ve ever written :) btw this will be the last part.

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carlossainz55: happy birthday to the person who owns my heart. you helped me experience true love, and for that i’ll forever be grateful. your heart is pure and you always want the best for people, i love every little detail about you, like the way you always count to three before jumping into the pool because you were afraid of it when you were younger, or the way you always kiss my forehead before every race because you say it’s my lucky charm. you are my lucky charm, mi cielito. i love you so much y/n, thank you for giving me the chance to show you how you deserved to be loved.

y/n: how dare you making me cry on my birthday carlos sainz :( i love you more <3

carlossainz55: @.y/n not possible, i’m bigger than you so i can hold more love for you.

fan1: I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES

fan2: WHEN IS IT MY DAMN TURN

fan3: god it’s me again…

fan4: im going to kms in front of them to change the trajectory of their lives istg

fan5: GOOOOOOSH CARLOS IS ABISDODLLD

landonorris: damn sainz, even i am tearing up

fan6: just get married already

fan7: after n*ymar, y/n deserved a man like that

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neymarjr: my heart is empty without you, you’ve blocked me so i can’t wish you a happy birthday privately but please y/n come back to me. you succeeded, that stunt you pulled with that random driver hurt me, you can stop now. i know that you miss me and want to comeback so please y/n be reasonable. i made a huge mistake and i’ll never forgive myself for what i did to us.

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your day went terribly, it was your birthday and you were excited for it but your day was completely ruined with neymar’s post. because of course, you saw it the second he posted it. your agent called you, panicked and told you to avoid social media, but it was too late. you were home when you saw it and had a huge panic attack. you didn’t tell carlos and you prayed that he didn’t see the post which was very unlikely since neymar mentioned him. you were more mad at the fact that he disrespected carlos because he didn’t deserve it. even if your relationship was fake to the world, carlos was nothing but a sweetheart to you. you even hoped that the moments you shared with him were true.

carlos texted you to come at his house to have a small party with some friends but you almost had a heart attack when you entered the house and saw all those people screaming "happy birthday!" filming you to have your reaction. carlos had a very different definition of « small party ». you saw him walk towards you with a huge smile, he was breathtaking, wearing nude pants and a blue shirt, letting the top buttons open, showing a bit of his torso. you were completely mesmerised by him, that was the effect carlos had on you.

"surprise cielito." he said after kissing your cheek, he wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a hug. you melted in his touch and smiled at him. "you didn’t need to do all that, carlos." you said. "nonsense, it’s your birthday after all." you smiled at him and kissed his cheek before some friends of yours came to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. carlos’ purpose was to make your birthday special, especially with what happened earlier with your ex. he knew how this whole situation affected you deeply, even if you tried to hide it from him, carlos saw right through you. he could tell if you were upset just by looking at your face.

"umm, carlos?" lando’s voice took him out of his thoughts, he looked at his friend but frowned when he saw the look on his face. "look who showed up." lando whispered as if the whole room didn’t see who came uninvited. you gotta be kidding me. carlos turned around to see where you were and his heart tightened when he saw the look on your face, pure sadness. anger took over him immediately, that son of a bitch made you sad on your special day. carlos wasn’t going to let that slide. the spaniard quickly made his way to neymar who was asking people about where you were. the driver roughly turned the brazilian around so he could face him. neymar was about to say something to the person who just interrupted him but he only rolled his eyes when he saw carlos.

"what do you want sainz? where is my girl?" he asked, looking over carlos’ shoulder. neymar looked very drunk. carlos could feel anger buildup inside of him. how dare he? "you’re in my house so, i’ll ask you once and once only, leave before i make you leave." carlos said through gritted teeth. neymar scoffed before taking a step closer to the spaniard, being almost forehead against forehead. "are you threatening me, hijo da puta?" carlos was about to respond when charles and lando quickly appeared to separate the two of them. "okay, it’s enough now boys." charles said trying to lighten the mood. "move! i’m not done with him!" neymar pushed charles away which made carlos even more mad. "listen here, little boy. first you steal my woman and then you disrespect me in front of all these people. you think i’ll let that slide, coño?" the brazilian added while pushing carlos with his finger. at this point there was nothing charles or lando could do to stop them. "let me clarify one thing, junior, she was never yours to begin with. and trust that now that she has tasted true love, she’s never leaving." carlos said with a smile, which made neymar go crazy. the footballer grabbed carlos’ collar. "you made her cry for weeks, you destroyed her completely, and now you dare to show your face and claiming her as your woman? how dare you call yourself a man and make the woman you’re supposed to love and cherish, cry?" the spaniard said before getting closer to neymar’s ear. "if you dare to even whisper her name in your sleep, i’ll come for you, neymar da silva santos junior."

neymar finally let go of carlos before leaving quickly. the driver was now concerned about where you were hiding. as he was looking at the crowd of people, who were still talking about what just happened, lando approached his friend. "she’s with luisa and charlotte, they’re on the balcony." carlos nodded before patting his friend’s shoulder as a thank you. he quickly made it to his balcony where the girls were talking, luisa noticed him and patted charlotte’s shoulder to tell her that they needed to go. carlos sent them a thankful smile before walking towards you. your back was facing him and you were too lost in your thoughts to even notice his presence. he gently hugged you from behind which made you jump before you recognised his fragrance. "carlos." you simply said. "yes, cielito, are you okay?" he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. you sighed before looking up at the moon, shining on the both of you. "i guess? is he gone?" you asked with a small voice, feeling the tears threatening to fall again. "yes, for real this time." you frowned before turning around to face carlos.

you were still extremely close as his hands were on your waist and your hands on his chest. he looked ethereal under the moonlight. "carlos, what am i to you?" you finally asked the question you were scared to even ask yourself. carlos smiled before moving his face closer to you. "you’re the love of my life." and then he kissed your lips. he kissed you like you’ve always dreamed to be kissed. with love, respect and passion. carlos was the first one to break the kiss, he looked at you and replaced a wild strand of hair behind your ear. "none of this was fake to me, every word, every attention, everything was real to me."

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y/n: thank you everyone for all the birthdays wishes! and thanks to my amazing boyfriend for throwing this party for me. i love you to the moon and back, handsome and i thank god everyday for giving me the chance to be your girlfriend.

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