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peaky-shelby · 2 years ago
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New Romantics | Mbappé x OC
baby we're the new romantics. Come on, come along with me. Heartbreak is a national anthem. We sing it proudly.
» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.
» Prologue
» writer's note: posting this as a first taste before the first chapter which will hopefully come soon as well. If you'd like to follow the story please comment so i can know if people are actually interested before i start writing.
Taglist: @mywhimsyjournal @mrs-bellingham
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“Everyone is cheering for the young man everywhere he goes, comparing him with Ronaldo and sometimes, his teammate Messi but ones the true Messi is out of the picture, Mbappe seems unable, in the least, to keep the fort down– what in the actual fuck- J'emmerde cet article stupide. Putain de merde.”
“Oi! Oi! Tranquilles!” Hakimi neared him, holding up his hand as a sign of good faith and took the article from his hands. He started reading it himself while Kylian paced around the room in anger.
“It’s not the first time this man has attacked me-” he started “he always has an opinion and never seems to be satisfied with anything-”
“He’s written things about me and Leo as well. I recognize the name. Don’t take it personally it’s just an angry journalist, there are a lot of those-“
“An angry journalist with views and reads. It’s like fucking gossip girl for football and why is it always about me-”
“You’ve watched gossip girl?” asked Hakimi raising his eyebrows. Kylian paused at his question, like he had confessed to a crime or something.
“My girlfriend used to- why do I have to explain this?” Hakimi shrugged, waving away his previous question. Although Kylian was certain that he would probably bring it up again at some point. “Can we please get back on the real issue?”
“Which is?”
“a fucking random guy who has probably never even touched a football in his life. Who the hell even is he-” Kylian snatched pack the article, searching for the name of the author. “JW” he read “is that even a real name”
“Ok!” Hakimi grabbed back the article, throwing it on the nearest table “I think you need a break.” He pulled him by the hand to drag him out on the training field.
“Im telling you it’s not a real name-”
“No, I bet it’s not. Let’s go.”
Kylian was grumpy for the rest of the training. Kicking the balls and imagining it was JW, running as fast as he could around the field to take out his anger and tackling even his teammates. When he was over, he sat on the bench in the changing rooms, a towel around his waist and nothing to cover his broad chest. He was holding the article in his hands, reading it again and again. His phone next to him was buzzing with messages and when he opened it his Twitter feed was spammed with the same article. J.W. didn’t have any of his personal information on his website or his socials. Following no one, liking nothing, there was nothing to connect him to an actual person but there were theories about him being a girl. Kylian laughed when he read one of them, it actually brightened his mood, like any girl was bold enough to write such harsh and-as much as he hated to admit it- on point reviews for football players and especially him, who was every girl’s favorite according to… well himself. No, that was just an asshole that was jealous of him. An asshole that probably couldn’t play football or get any of the girls he liked, so he had his fun ruining others. “Typical” he mumbled and shut off his phone but not before typing back a quick respond under his latest tweet “get a life”.
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Taylor JW's House / London — Night
“Oh no he didn’t!” Taylor’s mouth dropped when she saw his tweet. She got up from the couch, stumbling on the blankets she was covered with and falling on the ground.
“Oh my god, are you ok?” Yelled Trish while eating her popcorn on the other side of the small living room, leaning forward in her seat to look at Taylor, who was now laying with her face planted on the carpet.
“No!” she said putting strength in her hands to get up, groaning as she did that “no I’m not ok! I’m angry” she sat on her knees, staring at her phone “he’s such a cry baby!”
“Who? Oh god Tay, is it your ex again? Didn’t you block him?” she was still eating her popcorn.
“its not Alex! It’s Mbappé!”
Trish mouth remained closed. Her eyes opening wide. She left the bucket with the popcorn on the couch while getting up to get to her friend, sitting on her knees to look at the screen “the hot one?”
“Oh-” Taylor’s hands dropped and she let out a deep sigh of annoyance, looking at her friend like she was done. Trish shrugged her shoulders and got hold of the phone. She began to laugh, trying hard to keep it in so Taylor smacked her in the stomach, getting her phone back.
“What? I’m sorry! It’s funny!”
“It’s not funny!” she finally got up from the floor, untangling herself from all the blankets, throwing them right and left, one of them falling on Trish’s head. “He doesn’t even know me.” She walked over to her computer was, opening it quickly.
“I mean” Trish threw away the blanket she had thrown on her and got up as well “you don’t know him either but you’ve been writing about him every week, judging him-”
“I’m not judging him. I think he’s great! I’m judging the way he plays. Last night he missed 4 chances and ruined 1 because he didn’t want to pass the ball over to Junior-“ Trish had already lost interest but she let her go on for the shake of it “—I’m telling you There’s a difference, and also, it’s my job-”
“It’s not a job, it’s a hobby! Did you even finish that article about the sales, Miranda asked you for?” Taylor looked up from her computer screen slightly. Her eyes betraying her. Trish sighed, shaking her head “you’re unbelievable”
“There was a game last night- I had to watch and write a post. My fans are very demanding.”
“Fans aka creeps on a screen obsessed with football”
“Hey!” she pointed at Trish “I’m one of those creeps”
“Why don’t you just get a job at sports magazine?”
Taylor laughed, while moving the pad to get on her website. There were so many comments on last update about Kylian, it seemed she had really hit a chord. “When you find me one that doesn’t treat women like shit, I will. People find out you’re a woman in this world and suddenly your opinion has no place in their columns. It’s in fact, annoying.”
“So is staying without a job, which is what will happen if you don’t write about those goddamn sales in two hours.”
“It will only take 10 minutes, it’s fine!” she waved it off, hitting press on the new post tab but before her fingers met the keyboard, she got an inbox. She opened it quickly, it was a message from psg, one of their employees. “No shit” she mumbled, barely able to function.
“What now?”
“Galtier wants to speak to me.”
“Who’s that?” Trish walked over to her, a confused look in her face.
“It’s the coach of PSG.”
Trish stood next to her reading the message
“Dear JW.
My name is Julie Blanchet. I work for the PR of Paris-saint German.
The coach of our team, Mr. Galtier, would like to get in contact with you, so I’m tasked to arrange a meeting with you and him in Paris. Please send us an email we can communicate with or a phone. Below you’ll find my personal ID CARD attached so you won’t doubt for the authenticity of this message. Thank you very much.
Have a good day.”
She paused “well send the email what the hell are you waiting for?”
Taylor was frozen. She was thinking of all the possibilities, fearing them even. Her heart sinking.
“What’s wrong with you?”
She looked up at her friend, desperate. “Any time someone has asked to meet me and I go, they minute they see me they think I’m the assistant and they don’t even believe me when I tell them it’s me. Do I really want to fly all the way to Paris just to get that same reaction?”
Trish bit her lip and kneeled down next to her friend, giving het a sympathetic look. “Just prove to them you are better than any man they could have wished for, no matter the hell they give you. I think it’s time for you to stop hiding, chase what you actually love and put your foot down. You’ve been wasting away your time in things you don’t love for years” She smiled “in the words Kylian Mbappé-”
“Don’t- don’t you fucking dare-”
“Get a life!” she finished the sentence and Taylor jumped on her. Play fighting with her on the floor. She was actually considering it, leaving everything behind in London and chasing something new in Paris, maybe. Or just the opportunity of seeing psg playing live, well that was enough to make her quit her day job and do something spontaneous for ones.
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PSG TRAINING CAMPUS / PARIS – DAY
“he hasn’t stopped coughing ever since Saturday. You know how many days is that Ky? 5 days- 5 days off listening him cough his lungs out-“ Kylian wasn’t really listening. Not that he didn’t care about Hakimi and his baby, who apparently was sick, but his mind couldn’t focus. He was pulling on the sled drags and slowly coming up. These exercises were usual for him, he did them every day but today was different, he had this heavy feeling on his stomach. He stopped and released himself from the sled drags, nudging his friend.
“Let’s go have a run.” He said quickly and was already sprinting on the open field. Snatching a ball on his way there and throwing it back on the grass, kicking it. He did a few tricks, kicking it up in there and then pushing it with his head on his friend who stepped on it and kicked it back to him.
“You ok bro?” he asked, while they exchanged passes at each other.
“Sure. I may had overreacted with the JW thing.”
Hakimi laughed “No kidding.”
“I don’t know. There’s something awfully annoying about him-“
“GUYS!” Neymar Jr. ran about to them, out of breath like he had been running from the other side of the stadium. Kylian noticed he had a weird look on his face and ducked down to get the ball while Hakimi was approaching him “I went to see Linda, you know, new secretary, upstairs. Looks very pretty today by the way-“
“To the point Junior!”
Neymar took in a few more breaths, pointing up at the offices of Galtier. “JW is here. You know, football writer, he has a website-“
“Yeah we’ve heard of him- Kylian where are you going? Kylian-“
Hakimi rushed behind his friend, who was walking very fast down the hallways. Kylian heard him yelling but he wasn’t going to stop, he wanted to meet that fool even if it got him in trouble with Galtier, see if he had the balls to say all that he was writing on his face. He brushed passed a few people who called his name until he reached the upper floor where the offices were. Linda, stood up when she saw him and walked towards him to stop him- “Mr. Galtier is in a meeting-“ The moment she said that the door opened, Galtier coming out first, Kylian moved closer to him, angry. Hakimi had just reached him, to hold him back.
“Is it true? is that fucking fool here. Where is he? Scared to come out-“ he went quiet quickly when he saw a girl coming out, no older than 25 years old. Brunette hair, hazel eyes. Holding a pile of folders in her hands. She looked small next to Galtier, she looked nervous. Kylian laughed, rubbing his face “He couldn’t even come here himself? He had to send his assistant? Who the hell are you-“
Galtier went to speak “She’s actually-“ but the small girl raised her hand to stop him, faking a smile.
“I’m Taylor. Jo’s assistant.” She answered, reaching her hand out for Kylian to shake. Kylian looked at her hand suspiciously before accepting the offer.
“Your boss is a coward, isn’t he?”
She laughed, taking back her hand. “Is there a message you want me to give him Mr. Mbappe. Except of course the one you already sent him yourself.”
Kylian backed off, placing his hands on his hips “Tell him he should keep his nose out of things he doesn’t have the knowledge on. And he was unfair for Friday’s game-“
“So you didn’t actually avoid passing the ball to Number 10 who was unmarked across from you because the defenders were occupied with the golden child, that’s you by the way, and instead chose to go with an impossible kick for the net which of course resulted to you missing a golden chance.” She spoke so quickly he could hardly follow her rhythm. She gave him a smile at the end, like she knew she had already won the argument.
Hakimi got close to him, putting his hand over his mouth and whispering repeatedly “abort, abort, abort.” Kylian had to slap him on the chest for him to stop and getaway.
“My boss writes what he sees. If you don’t like what he writes, you have to change what he sees.”
“Yes, of course!” said Galtier, in an attempt to cut the tension. Kylian was staring at Taylor like he was going to attack her any time now. “Your presence here, I’m sure will help with that.”
“Her presence?” Kylian raised his eyebrows, he could feel his anger raising as he realized what the situation he walked in on actually was.
“Yes, Miss-“
“Taylor” completed the girl, like Galtier was gonna go ahead and say something different.
“Taylor, yes. She’s here to journal your trainings and your games.”
“In what capacity?” Asked Kylian narrowing his eyes. “This doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well she’s-“
“My boss wants a better look at the team of the guy that insulted him on social media. Maybe he really was wrong. But before he gets here to apologize, we wanna make sure he won’t be wasting his time.”
“Waste—” he laughed “wasting his time? Are you boys listening to this?”
“On top of that. He is writing a special article on the website. A month with Paris Saint-Germain.” Galtier explained. Giving him the true reason of her arrival.
“Yes, of course, there’s that too.”
Kylian could understand just be her look that she only said the first part to piss him off and in all honesty she had succeeded. He walked closer to the girl, looking down at her. “He shouldn’t have sent a poor girl like you down here to clean his mess.”
“You’ll find I’m not easily intimidated sir.” She shot back “But very easily provoked.” Kylian let out another bitter laugh. He backed away, if it was a man standing across him this conversation would go a completely different way but it was just a girl. So he turned his back on her, leaving. Deep down knowing nothing about her being here would be easy and this next month would be the worst.
Next chapter: Young, bored & dumb
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Not gonna lie I'm crazy excited to start this series if this post does well. Raise your hands if you'll be reading and please please please always comment so i know what you think and if you're following the story. It helps keep the motivation to keep writing hehe.
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boiohboii · 2 years ago
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The Tattoo Sleeve (Neymar Jr. Soulmate au)
Chapter 1
Prologue
I am currently sleep deprived, so I am really sorry for any mistakes.
I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
Warning: curse words
Taglist: @itzz-me-duh
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"I need something to cheer me up that doesn't come from a vending machine," y/n took a seat beside the young children "you got any ideas?"
Three pairs of confused brown eyes looked to their left, seeing a white coat before tilting their heads up to see an unfamiliar face. Anyone passing could feel the peculiar atmosphere; the young lady having a relaxing aura while the three boys looked uncertain of the question itself, much less how to answer.
"Don't worry," reassured y/n "I am a doctor here, my name is y/n."
With a look to each other, the three decided to trust the long piece of clothing along with the card hanging on her neck, and introduced themselves.
"Thiago"
"Davi"
"Mateo"
"You boys have such nice names." Cooed y/n.
"Thank you."
"We are not babies!"
"Don't talk to an adult like that! Papa and Mama told us to be nice."
The two brunet boys reminded her of tom & Jerry in that moment, they were currently arguing about whether to be polite or to not trust strangers. Both rules taught to them by their parents, and both were correct - well, some would argue about always being polite rule, but that's not the current issue.
"A hug." A timid reply came as the blonde boy admired his swinging feet.
"Well, who's the lucky person that you hug?"
"Papa and mama," Lucca smiled. "My grandma too! She gives the best hugs!"
Y/n smiled at the small boy's enthusiasm as he talked about everyone that has hugged him with a wide grin on his face.
"What about me?!" Exclaimed Thiago. "I hug you too!"
"Yeah, but you're shorter than me!"
"Hey! My brother isn't short! He is big and strong!"
A laugh escaped y/n as she watched the three boys argue over the fact that a person is short doesn't mean they aren't strong. Oh they are so cute! I want to squish their cheeks so bad!
Going through her pockets, y/n searched for a few candies to give to the boys as a thank you for cheering her up, she always loved talking to kids they had the most genuine and entertaining conversations, especially with each other. However, as she was digging around she felt a smooth, slightly wet smudge on her fingertips, no no, please god I don't want to stay in a small cubicle for 10 minutes to reapply anything!
Looking at her wrist, the concealer's tone was bright and clear against the white sleeve margins, y/n groaned and rolled her head backwards.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Came a small voice, making y/n realise that the three boys have stopped their back and forth and watched her intently, not sure if they should move away in case she wanted to rest; Davi remembered his mother telling him of how hard doctors work and study to be able to help him, or if she was hurt and they should call someone.
"Ahh yes," y/n smiled reassuringly. "Just my coat got a bit dirty and I have to go change."
She wasn't about to tell them that her connection to her soulmate was writing on skin, and that her soulmate was obsessed so she had to wake up nearly before all and any gathering or meeting or work appointment by 3 hours to cover up tattoos that her soulmate placed on his skin with no consideration of the consequences that will occur to her nor her request at 23 years old asking him to please, stop.
Yes, she was and still is bitter about it, she can hold a grudge. (She, in fact, can not hold a grudge for more than 2 hours.)
"Is that a tattoo?" Mateo frowned with knitted eyebrows as he tried to get a better look at the drawings under her sleeves.
Wide eyes and a stumped smile on her face, y/n nodded, wondering how such a young boy knows what tattoos are. Well, there is internet everywhere. However, unlike her thoughts, the little boy had recently been obsessed with his father's right arm, looking at the black ink with the occasional question.
"Papa has that!" Raved Thiago as he looked at his brother and friend with shinning eyes and a wide smile. He had rarely seen any women with tattoos, only a few and he has no idea why, but it was something new to him and it made him want to sit with the doctor for much longer.
"Yes! Uncle Leo and papa have tattoos!" Gushed the blonde boy with his friends before asking y/n if there was more.
Not seeing any harm in showing three little boys the small uncovered part of her uncontrolled tattoo sleeve, she lifted a bit of her coat, just a layer really. And as soon as she had done so, the only blonde gasped as his eyes widened, freezing in place.
He looked familiar, very oddly familiar, and she knew that, she knew that she saw him before, she saw him nearly everyday in black ink on her forearm. She was desperate for the thought in her head to be wrong, to just be her mind playing tricks on her or for her to just currently be going through a romantic drought that she is making things up.
But, she was so, very wrong.
"That looks like papa's!" Davi exclaimed as soon as y/n showed her arm.
Well, holy shit. I am not insane. I'm right!
Oh. I 'm right.
Chapter 2
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nymrs · 2 years ago
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hii bae i wanted to request one for kylian where the reader is ney’s little sister & is having a thing w kylian but kylian kind of sees her as a naive girl but on the other hand the reader is in love w him & then ney saying i told you so abt kylian’s players behavior . something like tht!! (smut/angst) tysm💞💞💞
I TOLD YOU SO [I] | NJ, KM
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Summary: above
Genre: smut/angst (Kylian), fluff (Neymar)
Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already", Kylian murmured in between the sloppy kisses he left on your neck, softly stroking your clit with his finger, "And I didn’t even do anything yet." You let out a low moan as you bucked up your hip, letting him know you wanted more of him. He grinned at your action. "Patience bébé." His response made you whimper. You bit your bottom lip and looked at him, your eyes full of desire and frustration. "Please", you whined, Kylians smile got even bigger. His hands went up and down your thighs as he placed himself between your legs, his eyes got darker in lust watching you literally melt under his touch. "Oh God", you quietly moaned the moment his thumb was softly circling on your clit again. "You really want me, don’t you? You really need my cock inside that sweet tight pussy of yours, hm?", he gritted his teeth, his voice getting deeper with every word. You positively hummed in response. "Show me", Kylian demanded, giving your throbbing cunt a light slap that made you flinch shortly. With one hand pounding on his dick, two of his fingers slowly slid into your entrance. You threw your head back onto the pillow in pleasure, but you’ve decided you had enough of foreplay, you needed him to go all in now. "Fuck me Kylian, please, fuck me", you groaned out. The movements of his fingers increased in pace. "More! Tell me how bad you want me, tell me what you need me to do."
"Please Kylian, fuck my little pussy, please… oh fuck, fuck me", you could barely speak as his fingers kept on going faster inside of you. He took his fingers out, all covered in your juice, and stroked your lips. Instinctively you started sucking on his fingers, twirling your tongue all around them when you realised he started teasing your entrance with his length. He watched you sucking and listened to your joyous moans that made him slowly go crazy. His dick slid up and down your soaked entrance, but just when he was about to finally put the tip inside, your phone binged. You shook your head, letting him know you wanted him to carry on. He tenderly thrusted into you, giving you time to adjust. You rolled your eyes back in delight. Bing. Kylian overheard your phone due to your whimpering and started thrusting in and out of you in a leisurely pace. He went down to kiss your neck again, his hips fastening their motions. You received countless messages, your phone binging with each one of them. The two of you tried to ignore the disturbing noise, at least until you got the second call. "Maybe you should check it", Kylian suggested when he pulled away from your body. "Whatever it is, it can wait", you insisted and lifted yourself in order to crash your lips onto his again, but then you got another call. "Just check it Y/N, what if it’s something important?" He dropped his body next to yours. You groaned in annoyance and took your phone to simply switch it off, when you saw it was your brother who was spamming you.
Neymar: Onde você está? (Where are you?)
Neymar: You said you’d be home by 10, it’s almost 1am now Y/N
Neymar: What are you doing?
Neymar: Don’t say you are where I think you are
Neymar: I'm coming to pick you up now, I don’t care
Neymar: Get out of there, I'm already here
"Shit", you exclaimed and jumped out of the bed. Kylian looked at you questioning your sudden mood change. You quickly picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on while you explained yourself, "Ney's here. I need to go now."
"Why are you even telling him about being with me? I think he’s uncomfortable enough knowing about his best friend and little sister getting it on. He doesn’t need to know when exactly it happens."
"I didn’t tell him anything, Ky. But I guess he’s clever enough to figure out what I'm doing if I'm too busy to answer my phone in the middle of the night." Kylian shrugged, taking his eyes off you as he started scrolling through his phone. "By the way, what are you doing next Saturday?", you asked. It was your birthday and the only person you really wanted to be there was the one you haven’t invited so far. "I don’t know yet", he replied. Just when you were about to finally to ask him to come over, he cut you off, "Ah yeah, I totally forgot, I'm going on a date." You froze. "A date?" He nodded, his eyes not leaving his phones screen. You could literally feel your heart skipping some beats. "Who’s the lucky girl?", you smiled, trying to hide the fact you were hurt on the inside. Kylian stuttered inaudibly until he admitted, "I don’t even remember her name right now. Some instagram model." You gulped. Of course it had to be a model. The Kylian Mbappé wouldn’t settle for less than the best, right? "Alright, have fun at your date then. See you", you said and were about to leave the bedroom. "Wait, when are you coming over next time?"
Never. "I don’t know. Got a lot to do next week." "Okay, just give me a call if you feel like it". Storming out of his apartment, you bursted out in tears. You tried to wipe them away, you didn’t want your brother to see you like that, but they kept on streaming down your face without ending.
Neymar has warned you about Kylian not looking for anything serious, he told you about the girls he was talking to, but you’ve always been hopeful that one day Kylian would realise that you were what he has always been looking for. You thought he would develop feelings for you as well. This thing you had has been going on for a while now, but you’ve never heard of him going out with someone else. Him being on a date with another woman than you, touching her the way he touched you. These thoughts where enough to drive you insane.
"Meu Deus, I won’t pretend like I don’t know what you and Kylian are doing, but you could’ve at least wiped away your tears and the mascara all over your face", Neymar complained and started the engine when you finally got into the car. He noticed your heavy breathing and looked up at you again. "Y/N, are you okay?", he asked realising more tears were filling your eyes. "What happened?" His hands let go of the wheel, one of them was placed onto your shoulder now. You shook your head and swallowed hard. "I'm so stupid, I'm so fucking stupid", you mumbled to yourself and broke down, unable to hold back your emotions. Neymar pulled you closer and softly stroked the back of your head as you hid your face in his chest. "I'm so sorry Ney, you were absolutely right. I was so naive for thinking he could actually like me", you sobbed. Neymar didn’t say anything. He quickly pecked the top of your head as he continued to stroke the back of it. There was nothing worse in the world for him than seeing his little sister in such a state.
When you felt like you were all cried out, you freed yourself from his embrace and took a last deep breath. "I asked him about his plans for the next weekend since I wanted him to be there at the party", you ironically laughed, Neymar was mindfully listening, "He doesn’t even seem to remember it’s my birthday. He’s going on a date." You shook your head in disbelief. "What did I do for his birthday last year? I threw a fucking surprise party, I had all his family and friends coming over. And this is his way of thanking me? Not even remembering my birthday, if he even ever knew it at all." Neymar remained silent for a moment. "Y/N…", he started, but you instantly cut him off. "Eu sei Ney, eu sei (I know). You told me so, I should’ve listened to you, blah blah blah. Can we please not do this right now?" With his lips in a thin line, he simply nodded and grabbed your hand. "Just know I would never stop you from doing anything if it was good for you. I love you. You can not imagine how it pains me to see my little sister crying over a fucking guy. God, if you only knew what I’d like to do to that damn shitface right now."
"Stop Ney, it wouldn’t change anything about the situation", you sniffed. Neymar lowly chuckled, receiving a confused look from you. "The Frog King gone wrong", he said. You scoffed, but didn’t quite get what he was talking about. "What?" He started laughing even harder. "Come on Y/N, look at him. Don’t you think you could do much better?" You slightly pushed his shoulder, "Don’t be so rude Ney." The two of you quietly laughed until you looked over at him, then dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Thank you for always being there for me. I love you." "I love you too minha pequena (my little one)."
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pedrifsx · 2 years ago
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you think i hate you?
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pair< kylian mbappé x belle aurélie (oc)
summary< kylian and y/n who are roommates always argue about the most silliest things. this one time, belle brought up the topic of respecting her privacy when other girls that kylian bring home are over.
warning< enemies -> lovers, playboy!kylian, smut eventually, petnames, confession, argument then smut, roommate!kylian x roommate!reader.
“kylian! you’re not hearing what i’m saying,” belle shouted at the 24-year-old, “are you fucking deaf?” her eyebrows furrowed with her arms co-ordinating with her words. she was furious with kylian as he was good for the past month with bringing other girls home until this week and, boy, was she sick of it.
“zut alors, belle,” he responded in annoyance, the frenchman was tired of belle and of her telling him what to do whether it was to do the dishes because it was ‘his turn’ to the girls he brings to their apartment to respect her privacy, “you can’t tell me what to fucking do!”
“at this point i have a right to. you’re always going into my room to fuck another girl when you’re too lazy to walk down the hallway to yours!” she argued back, lifting her glasses onto her head to take a good look at the pathetic man standing infront of her.
“it’s not my fault that you signed a lease here!” he shouted at her getting up from the couch he was slouching on to the kitchen island that belle was sitting next to.
“well it’s not my fault you agreed for me to leave here!” belle accused him for his doings and how he could’ve avoided this relationship with belle if he didn’t agree for her to live in their penthouse, “use your brain for once, you fucking idiot!”
kylian’s mouth dropped when she told him to ‘use his brain’. “no wonder you don’t last in relationships, you’re so hardheaded.”
annoyed and confused why he would say that, she opened up her laptop and logged in, putting her glasses back on, “forget it, kylian. just- just respect my privacy. please?”
kylian rolled his eyes then sneakily smirked knowing that belle just gave up like that. it made his ego grow knowing that he had won another argument, which to everyone else, just made him look more cocky than people think he is.
after working for a little bit, belle decided that it was a good idea to go to sleep since the day was long and tiring. and, it was nearing 1am. kylian was already in bed as he had training at 10am until 12pm.
without thinking, the girl grabbed the door knob and twisted it open, surprised when the end of the bed hit the side of her waist.
“merde,” she winced, rubbing the pain from her waist. the moonlight was her only source of light and she couldn’t see the bed. to her surprise, the bed wasn’t made. she thought, surely i made it when i woke up, but ignored it as she was fucking wasted.
she slid into the covers of the sheet and sighed of relief when the warmth hit her body. she backed up to get comfortable and felt a firm hand slide to her waist.
belle gasped at the sudden action, squirming and cussing when she felt the familiar hand of her roommate.
“kylian, what the fuck?” she whisper-shouted, feeling a sensation that she had never felt before.
“more like, belle, what the fuck?” he responded, chuckling at the confused lady, “what are you doing in my room?”
belle’s face softened when she turned on the light and realised that she was, in fact, not in her room, but in kylian’s.
“oh, shit,” she mumbled, flustered and hoisting herself up, “i’ll go.” kylian stopped her by grabbing her hand and pulling her back down.
“stay,” he groaned, “you caused a problem.” his eyes directed at his erection that belle created while her body rummaged to get comfortable.
it was too late at night for her to make right decisions as she held onto his neck and kissed his soft lips.
“fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to do that,” kylian murmured after breaking the kiss.
“shut up and kiss me,” she whimpered, grinding against his erection. there tongues fondled with eachother before kylian’s large hands wondered up belle’s large t-shirt that seemed to be his. he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra and with one swift movement, removed the shirt from her body leaving her in her shorts.
kylian didn’t hesitate to go down her neck and leave marks like he always did with other women. but this time it was special, she could see that he wasn’t hesitant on doing this like he does with other women.
his hands soon reached her boobs, grasping onto it and his fingers rubbed over her nipples, making her whimpers underneath his touch.
kylian detached his dominant hand from her body and reached down to take off his boxers. he revealed his huge length which made belle shocked as she thought it was tiny from his cockiness.
“you’re huge,” she mumbled, pushing him down, telling him that she wanted to suck him off.
“be patient, bébé,” belle squirming when she heard the name. she spat on his dick before taking his tip into her mouth, circling her tongue around it, making him shut his eyes and lean his head back.
belle kept her eyes open and looked up at him with her big, manipulative doe eyes. she went to the base of his dick, making her gag on his thick manhood.
kylian’s hands managed to grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail before guiding her into bobbing her head up and down his length.
“you can take it,” he whimpered, “you’re a good girl.”
his sexual words made her go rapid and sucked his dick faster than before.
“shit,” kylian whimpered, “gonna cum.” his hands bobbed her head, fast and violent, the couple waiting for kylian to come into her mouth.
and alas, his white liquid painted her throat, her swallowing right after. she took it out of her mouth making a small “pop” noise when she got up.
her body weight shifted on kylian as she straddled his lap. without thinking, she ground her hips against the man practically riding his thigh.
“shit,” she mumbled as her nose picked up the familiar scent of the man. it was musky and homely as she recognised it, this time making her want to cum.
“ride me, belle,” he groaned, his hands grabbing onto her neck, making eye contact as he spoke his words.
the half french half colombian lady thrusted her hips up, rubbing kylian’s tip into her entrance and slowly, went down on him.
he tried different ways on pleasing her that night, one being him with his hands placed on her juicy ass, pulling it forwards to make her grind her hips while he was inside her.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he growled in a low tone, his voice rough from his drowsiness, “gonna make me cum.”
“cum for me, ky,” she moaned, rubbing her clit that was puffy and yearning for more.
kylian had his second shot, this time up belle’s pussy. it wasn’t surprising that belle fell on top of him after he collapsed.
it was a moment of pure silence, just fast pants and breaths.
“so?” kylian sounded out, “what are we now?”
“fuck it,” belle sighed, “will you be my boyfriend, ky?”
“fuck yeah!”
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> brelie u don’t now do u
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𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 (𝟓)
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃
he fell first but she fell harder
𝙊𝙍
two young adults become neighbors in the most romantic city in the world
pairing: kylian mbappé x fem!oc (brielle healy)
warnings: not proofread, nsfw read at your own risk 
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- July 3 2019 -
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑." Kylian said as he wrapped his arms around Brielle's waist, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder. The girl hummed has a she closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder as his mouth now moved over to her neck, leaving small kisses. Just as their lips were about to connect, a soft knock came from the door of the changing room.
"We're ready for you, miss Healy." The assistant of the photographer said, lucky for the Los Angeles native, the whole crew spoke English this time, making her let out a sigh of relief as soon as she walked in. At her reaction, Kylian couldn't help but laugh, realizing that he was seriously going to need to teach her the language.
"Coming!" The girl responded before pecking the boy's lips and slipping out of his arm and out of the room. The Mbappé followed behind, sitting on a stool a member of the crew had told him to sit on earlier. The footballer couldn't help but smile as she watched the model posing for the camera. When they had done their shoot together, it took him almost a full hour to stop being awkward, and the way she moved so gently and elegantly in front of the camera completely blew his mind.
Forty minutes later, the boy found himself waiting right outside Brielle's changing room, waiting patiently on his phone for her, not paying attention to what was going on around him. So when he went a hand grab a hold of his forearm and pulling him backwards, it's safe to say it got scared.
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed as the girl closed the door, wrapping her arms around his neck after. As soon as he realized what had happened, Kylian calmed himself down before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Scared me." He mumbled as she leaned on her sideways on his chest, his lips against the top of her head as his eyes stared at the two of them in the mirror. A smile grew on his face as he noticed how peaceful she looked with her eyes closed, a grin plastered on her face.
"I want you to be my girlfriend." The boy whispered against the top of her head after a couple of seconds of silence.
"Huh?" The girl said, not having heard what the boy had said, making her look up at him. The boy smiled down at her before pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips.
"I want you to be my girlfriend." He repeated against her lips once they had pulled away, making the Healy girl bit back a smile.
"And I want you to be my boyfriend." She whispered as they stared into each other's eyes, smiles on both of their faces before their lips met again.
"Does this mean I can introduce you as my girlfriend to my parents tomorrow?" Kylian asked in a low voice once the two of them pulled away once again, this time a little out of breath. The Healy girl nodded with a wide smile before pulling him closer, both of them smiling into the kiss as they enjoyed their moment together.
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- July 4 2019 - 
"𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍, 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒, 𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐑𝐄!" 𝐀 loud voice yelled from the other side of Kylian's front door, making the two twenty years old jump a bit. The two of them were currently sitting on the couch, the boy having come back from training only minutes ago, as they watched some show they found on Netflix. [Kylian, buddy, open up!]
"I'll be right back, chérie." Kylian whispered, pressing a kiss to the girl's temple before pushing himself up from the couch. A groan left Brielle's mouth at the sudden wave of cold under the blanket, making the boy chuckle a bit. Soon, she heard the door open as well as the two men talking to each other in French, meaning the girl had no clue what was going on.
"Sorry 'bout that." Kylian said a couple of minutes later when he walked back into the living room, falling back into his spot as Brielle threw the blanket over him and snuggled close to him.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, it was just Presko. You remember him, right? Plays for PSG and the French team."
"Mhm." The girl hummed, her eyes slowly closing as she felt herself relax in the arms of her boyfriend.
"He wanted to go out tonight, told him no, and then he kept begging me to go. Fucking idiot." Kylian explained with a soft laugh at the end, making the Healy girl smile to herself.
"When are we leaving?" The girl asked, the two of them were supposed to go meet with the boy's family later that night.
"About that... Something came up with Ethan, like schedule problem or something, so we'll have to reschedule." Kylian told her, his hand slowly going back and forth on the side of her hair, playing with some pieces here and there.
"Then why'd you say no to--"
"I wanna spend time with you. The season's starting soon and we'll have less time together, Bri. And then you're gonna be busy being the amazing model you are, and then we'll barely have time to see each other! Like, what happens when we won't be able to see each other for like a week? How am I supposed to go that long without seeing you?" He said seriously, making his girlfriend laugh a bit at how dramatic he was being.
"Kyky, baby, calm down. We're neighbors, it's not like we live on the opposite side of the city, we're right next to each other. Plus, most of my shoot are gonna be when you have practice, so everything's is going to be okay, alright?" Brielle cut him off, placing both of her hands on his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips after. Kylian sighed a bit before nodding his head and leaning in, connecting their lips together once again.
"Can we..." The girl started as she pulled away from the boy's lips, only they were back on hers in a heartbeat, making groan before pushing him away, a chuckle slipping past his lips.
"Can we go see the Eiffel tower tonight, please?" She asked with a smile, making the boy look at her in aw.
"Bien sure, mon amour. But, we're having a cute little dinner at mine first."
"Do I need to change?" She asked quickly, her eyes growing wide as she looked down at what she was wearing, which was pretty much only his clothe.
"No, you look good like that."
"Are you saying I don't look good when I'm not like this?" She joked, raising an eyebrow at him, making the boy smile before he pressed a kiss to her lips.
"No, you always look good. It's just that you look better when you're wearing my clothes, that's all." He said softly, his eyes looking straight into her as she bit back a smile and a red tint took over her cheeks.
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"𝐊𝐘𝐊𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 here." The girl said she heled her phone, snapping a quick picture of the boy as his head turned to look at her with a smile on his face, one that was only there when he was around her.
"Bri." He whined once he realized what had happened, making the girl laugh before sending the picture to him. The new couple was currently sitting near the Eiffel tower, just like the girl had asked earlier, a wide smile on her face a she sat down behind the wheel of Kylian's car barely an hour ago. Their night was filled with pictures being taken every second almost, kisses pretty much every minute and hugs here and there, before the two of them headed back to their building, slowly drifting off to sleep in the other's arm.
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briellehealy whoever took that picture is probably like the most amazing person ever
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- August 4 2019 - 
"𝐊𝐘𝐊𝐘!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 yelled out as the boy walked into his apartment, a smile forming on his face at the sight of his girlfriend running into his arms, a small grunt leave his mouth as she threw herself into his arms, a laugh leaving her mouth. The boy had just came back from China, where the PSG team had been for the last week or so, meaning this was the first time the couple was spending that much time apart and that far away from the other.
"Hi, chérie." Kylian mumbled as he dropped his bags to the floor, his arms wrapping around Brielle's shoulder as he leaned his chin on the top of her head, her perfume fulling his nose, bringing him a feeling of comfort.
"I missed you." The girl admitted as she tried to pushed her head further into his chest, making the boy chuckle a bit.
"I missed you, too."
"You're never allowed to leave me for that long ever again!" She said sternly as she looked up at her boyfriend, making him scoff a bit, a bright smile still present on his face.
"Chérie, I was barely gone for a week." He answered with a slight chuckle making the girl's look at him with a stern look.
"And? I've been all alone for the past week. The only people I've interacted with are barista's and the cute little lady next door. Plus, my bed's been all cold ever night, it gets lonely." She sassed back, making the boy shake his head a bit.
"Well, I am all yours for the next 24 hours." Kylian whispered before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers. Soon, the two of them made their way to the couch, their lips still stuck together and the boy slowly sat down, bringing his girlfriend along with him. Brielle's thighs were resting next to his as her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close as one of his hands made its way to the side of her neck and the other resting on her ass.
Just as Kylian's lips were about to leave hers to make their way to her neck, Brielle's phone suddenly went off, making the two of them groan as their lips slowly parted. The girl looked over at her phone, only to see it was Mike calling her, making her look over at her boyfriend with an apologetic look before getting off his lap.
"I have to take this, it's Mike. I'm sorry, Kyky." She spoke as she picked up her phone and went over to his bedroom, closing the door behind herself. A couple of minutes later, the girl walked back out, a giant smile on her face.
"What's up with the smile?" Kylian asked his girlfriend with a smile of his own as she walked over to him, sitting back down on his lap.
"Mike wants to know if you want to do another shoot with me tomorrow. I already told him yes, so, you're kinda stuck doing it anyways."
"Of course you did." Kylian said with a laugh, making the Healy girl slightly hit his shoulder.
"Also, there's this like event next week, I didn't really understand what it is, but I want you to come with me, pretty please." Brielle said with a bright smile. The Mbappé pretended to think about it for a bit before nodding his head, and barely a second later his lips were back on hers. The couple eventually made their way to his bedroom, where their clothes were one by one thrown around the room.
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- August 12 2019 - 
"𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆?" Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, leaning his chin down on her shoulder, their eyes meeting in the bathroom mirror in front of them.
"Just, nervous, I guess." The girl answered in a low voice as she leaned herself backward against his chest. Kylian's lips pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder blade, making the girl hum in happiness.
"You're stressing yourself out for nothing, chérie. Everything's going to be okay, I'll be with you the whole night." The Mbappé boy whispered in her ear, making the Healy girl nod her head slightly.
"I know. But, it's just, this is like our first time going out together like this, and I don't know, it scares me?" She questioned herself as one of her hands reached for the back of his neck, her thumb softly rubbing his skin.
"Bri, I promise you, everything's going to be okay. And if ever it's too much for you, we'll leave, okay? I'll be right next to you the whole time." The boy promised as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then to her neck, and finally to her shoulder again.
"I love you, you know that." The girl admitted, her head leaning to the side a bit so they were face to face. A loving smile grew on the boy's face as he looked down at her with nothing but love and admiration for the girl in front of him. This was the first time either of them had ever said those words out loud, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. Even thought he didn't know her at the time, ever since his eyes landed on her the day she moved in, Kylian knew she was the one for him. Maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but the moment he walked into that elevator, something inside him felt different.
"And I love you." He answered softly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips, a smile growing on the girl's face as their lips moved together.
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"𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 Healy girl whined as she leaned against the boy's chest, making him laugh a bit.
"We're almost home, mon amour." The boy whispered back as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close as the elevator started making it's way up.
"Good, because I think I would fall asleep here if we stayed like this for too long." She mumbled against his chest as her arms wrapped around his chest.
"Can you turn around?" Kylian asked, his hands fixing his blazer that was currently resting on the girl's shoulder. His words made the Brielle let out a groan before looking up at him.
"But I'm comfy like this."
"Pretty please, I wanna take a picture of us." He asked with puppy dog eyes, something he knew the girl couldn't say no to.
"Fine." She answered lowly before turning herself around so her back was against his chest. The Mbappé boy quickly took out his phone as they approached their floor, quickly snapping a couple of pictures before the doors opened. He reached his hand up for her to grab with a smile on his face, making the girl roll her eyes with a smile of her own before grabbing his hand.
Their hands swayed up and down way more than they normally should be, but it was something the girl loved to do when they held hands. One time, they almost hit someone that was walking behind, getting cursed at in French by the old man, something that the girl didn't care about because who was he to tell her what to do with her life, right? But Kylian didn't exactly have the same reaction, embarrassed by what had happened especially since the man had recognized him. So, from that moment on, Kylian made a rule that they'd only do that when no one else was around them, something the girl wasn't exactly fund of, but she respected his decision.
"Kyky, I don't think I am gonna make it to the bed." The girl admitted as the two of them stood in front of her front door, Kylian struggling to find the right key to open the door.
"You will, chérie, don't worry." The boy answered with a laugh as he finally opened the door, only when he looked back down, Brielle's eyes were closed. He tapped her shoulder a couple of times, calling her name as well, only he got no answered. He shook his head a bit, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth before picking her up bride style and carrying her into her home.
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- August 13 2019 -
𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 back of his head as Brielle bounced on top of his thighs, his hands gripping her hips harshly as he guided her up and down, chasing his orgasm. Brielle's hands were resting on the top of his bare shoulder blades, her nails digging into his skin whenever he hit that one spot inside of her.
"C'est ça bébé, continue, tu m'fais sentir si bien avec ta ptite chatte serrée." The boy moaned as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer, the girl accelerating her hips at his words. [That's it baby, keep going, making me feel so good with that thight little pussy.]
"Fuck, Kyky, I am so close!" The girl mumbled as she let her head drop against the boy's neck. Letting her body loose as she let him take control of her hips fully, his hips coming up to meet hers in the middle. The sound of their skin meeting along with their moans and whimpers the only thing being heard in the small bedroom until Kylian let out a loud groan, his hands keeping Brielle's hips firmly against his, as he emptied himself inside the condom.
The girl's hips started to moved back and forth on top of him, chasing her own high, which she quickly achieved as one her boyfriend's hand had found it's way to her clit, rubbing it just the way she liked her. A loud moan of his name leaving her mouth as clenched around him, whimpers leaving her mouth as she came down from her high.
"You okay?" The Mbappé boy asked after a couple of minutes, the only thing that could be heard before that being their heavy breaths.
"I'm fucking fantastic, Ky." The girl answered with a loopy smile as she pulled her head away from his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips after.
"I have to leave soon, chérie." He whispered as she leaned her forehead against his, a whine leaving her mouth.
"No."
"Mon coeur, you know that if I could I'd stay right here with you forever, but I have practice and I can't be late again." He explained, pressing kisses to her face here and there every once in a while. The Healy girl was about to answer him, but a loud knock echoed in the room as her mouth opened to talk.
"Are you two horndogs done? Kyky we have to leave soon!" Neymar's voiced yelled from the other side of the door, making the two young adults groan.
"Why is he always here?" Brielle asked harshly as she slowly pushed herself up, separating herself from the boy beneath her. Kylian laughed a bit before pushing himself out of the bed, as Brielle fell flat against it, her head hitting the pillow making a loud noise.
"Give us a sec!" The French native yelled back as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and a hoodie and throwing them over to his girlfriend before getting himself dressed in some clothes.
"Finally! I've been waiting for like fucking forever, my ears are traumatized!" Neymar complained once Kylian opened his bedroom door, making the two other roll their eyes.
"Bro, why didn't you just leave?" Kylian asked annoyed as he sat on the edge of the bed, slipping his shoes off.
"Too lazy. Hi, Bri, love the new look!" The older man exclaimed once his eyes caught Brielle's, referring to her messy hair earning himself a middle finger. Neymar chuckled as Kylian walked over to his girlfriend, pressing a kiss to her forehead then to her lips and her forehead again.
"I'll be back soon. I love you."
"Je t'aime." The California native answered with a smile as pressed a kiss to his lips, Neymar gagging making the two twenty years old roll their eyes once again.
"Bye, Bri Bri!" The Brazilian man said with an overly happy smile as Kylian pushed him out of the room. Brielle faked a smile and waved at him as her boyfriend closed to the door, mumbling a small 'sorry' to her.
"Bro, choking?" Neymar teased his younger best friend with a smirk on his face, something Kylian didn't feel like dealing with right now. The red hand mark on the girl's neck was something he noticed way before her messy hair, or the small red spots on Kylian's neck.
"Shut up and look where you're going." The twenty year old mumbled as he pushed his best friend forward, making a loud laugh leave Neymar's mouth as the two of them made their way down the hallway.
"And give me that extra key back, will you?"
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pairing: neymar jr x fem!oc (natalia) [she/her]
warning(s): descriptions of insomnia
summary: the one where neymar can't sleep until natalia does
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22:00
Entering their bedroom from the bathroom, Neymar witnessed Natalia spread across their bed. Her face planted into her pillow, her arms crossed under her body, constantly shifting her sleeping position like she was uncomfortable; it looked like she was going through it. And Neymar thought so too. In fact, deep down, he knew what was up, it was the same old every time. And yet he decided to be careful and mindful and simply ask just in case. 
Approaching their bed, he sat at the edge of the bed. At the tiny sound made by the bed, Y/N let out a small groan, causing Neymar to scoff a small laugh. She still isn't asleep yet. His initial thoughts were proving to be right. Rubbing her back, he wondered, "You okay, Nat?"
Exhaling loudly, she turned herself around so she was now facing her partner. She began rubbing a hand over her face, whole yet tired, "I've been in bed for how long and I've gained no desire to fall asleep." And Neymar's initial thoughts were, indeed, correct. 
After a long day of work, errands and many chores, the ordinary individual wouldn't take rest for granted. If they were given the chance to lay in all day, to ignore and avoid all the responsibilities of tomorrow, to sleep and not have to worry about work the next day, they would take it; anyone would. To rest up and be told that your responsibilities were long gone, it all sounded like a dream, one so attractive and irresistible. 
But according to Natalia's sleeping schedule, it seemed as if she did take the daily rest for granted from time to time. She could work, do chores and run errands, and she would still find herself tired as hell. Sleeping was where the problem lay. She had told Neymar some hours ago that she would turn in around eight because of her long day; two hours later and she was still awake, rolling around on the bed trying to find a comfortable position.
"Trouble sleeping?" Neymar hummed, letting their hands interlock. He definitely felt for Natalia. For her (sometimes) sleepless nights, for the nights he came back late and she was still awake. The tired eyes, the worn-out expressions, the deep breaths; she had to endure all that fatigue he couldn't take away nor did he know how to directly help with. He gave her hand a little squeeze. "We could always stay up and do a little something to help."
Her eyes closed, she sighed low. "And do what exactly?"
Neymar shrugged, even though she had no sight of him. "Anything you want."
Soon she did have her sight on him, opening her eyes to meet his. "You sure?" Natalia appreciated Neymar's efforts to make her feel better, she really did. But she didn't want it to seem like she was forcing him to lose sleep too. Like herself, Neymar had a long day and she knew his plan was to turn in if she had fallen asleep by now. And seeing as she wasn't, she knew that Neymar wouldn't get a blink of sleep before she did. "You don't have to, you know."
"Well, I want to," Neymar said with his grin, and Natalia rolled her eyes but in the end, it was the two of them that were laughing, clutching onto one another. He spoke like his words were so obvious, like Natalia should know by now. Of course I'll stay up with you. In what case have I not? "Now, c'mon."
00:15
"Diagonal or horizontal cut?"
"Vertical."
The look of disgust and confusion on Neymar's face had Natalia letting out a gasp before laughing, so much that she'd to cover her mouth. Despite this disgust and confusion, Neymar carried out her request by cutting her sandwich down the middle, muttering the whole time saying that there was now less bread compared to if he'd cut it any other way. But when he served her the sandwich and Natalia was smiling, taste-testing and approving his "cooking" skills with her thumbs up, he let his argument go and joined her.
In the dimly lit kitchen, Neymar and Natalia enjoyed the atmosphere they created, one kind and smooth. They laughed at every joke told, they played around as they moved about in the kitchen, they ate (and shared) one another's food. A bit of banter here, with Neymar modelling his cooking apron, and a bit of banter there, with Natalia dashing flour in her partner's face. It was a moment for them to have fun and be unserious, and that's what they did; that's what they chose to do at such late hours.
While they discussed, while they played around, while they ate and shared their food, fatigue slowly began to wash over Neymar. The hidden yawns through laughter, fanning his face to keep himself alert, his curved posture; he was ready to turn in. But watching Natalia enjoy every snack they made—witnessing her animately tired eyes—she wasn't ready for bed, nowhere near it. So he mustered up his energy and continued to entertain their conversation.
01:30
Trailing away from the kitchen, the couple wandered out to their back patio. Where the couches that were all so comfortable and cosy gave them a space to lay down and rest under the night sky. Where when the lights were on, they would star gaze, awing and pointing upward even though they had no knowledge of the stars, galaxies or any otherworldly wonders. Where the two could shy away from everyone else after a long day apart, a space for discussions that were purely gossip.
So that's what Neymar did. He let the focus of the discussion fall on Natalia, letting her take the lead on everything being said. From her work colleagues to random interactions she'd had with strangers, she brought it up. And they would have fun and be so unserious about everything; from Neymar encouraging more the gossip with his agreement and laughter to every word his girlfriend spoke to Natalia letting the discussion flow smooth like a river, her inflection and speech natural yet animated and open.
Under the stars, the galaxies and any otherworldly wonders—gossiping, laughing and more—Neymar slipped further into his fatigue. His yawns began to drown out his laughs, his eyes constantly caving and opening, Natalia holding onto him more than he was with her; he could've fallen asleep as if he so desperately wanted to. 
But watching Natalia enjoy the stars and fun and unseriousness that they were sharing—hearing her shallow breaths against his shoulder—the desire to fall asleep for the night still wasn't there for her yet. And neither was it for Neymar, so he leaned back into the couch and let the lights, both indoor and nightly ones, keep him awake during their gossip session.
2:53
Eventually, the two returned to their bedroom. Ridding themselves of their kitchen activities, they got ready for the night by laying in bed. In their bedroom, in bed, Neymar and Natalia could've done so much and more. From the innocent cuddling to one's natural intimacy. For the purpose of sleeping, they chose to lay in bed– close and intimate– and listen to music.
Music that was calming and comfortable, sounds that had the couple slowly caving into one another. Voices of artists playing that were also lullabies themselves, loud silence replacing conversations as they soon began to fall short. They remained present, of course, but just simply slower and inward and lagged from the two falling in and out of consciousness.
Under the cosy voices of singers, the silence soon became deafening. Neymar's fatigue was far too present and real, so much that he could feel it, perhaps even reach for it. His yawns were too sounding to hide now, he found himself mumbling with closed eyes, the music began to slip out of his ear range. He was ready to fall asleep, and that sleep was ready to pull him under.
Barely opening his eyes and turning his head, he smiled drunkenly. And there Natalia was, fast asleep in a slumber, her body leaning perfectly into his, her breaths shallow yet calm, her face just above the blanket. Witnessing Natalia asleep, in such peace and respite, Neymar finally let his pending fatigue too, wash over him to join her as he always did.
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silvervioletvalentine · 2 years ago
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❣️!Love to hate you!❣️
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Pairing: kylian mbappe X fem OC (Cherrie)
Word count : 6.2k
Warnings : kylian and Cherrie being mean little bitches to each other. (With love though). Love/hate. Mostly fluff . Enjoy xoxo
The players stood gathered in a close circle by the edge of the pitch as they all looked over to the tunnel with various expressions on their faces .
Some of amusement , a little bit of worry but mostly exasperation as they watched kylian lean against the wall beside the tunnel with a face full of thunder as he looked down at his watch impatiently .
Neymar was the first one to break the uneasy silence that had settled between them as they all waited for the real shit show to began. It was surprisingly off schedule today as usually they would arrive to the pitch to the drama already having begun.
But a certain someone was late.
And with each minute that passed with no sign of Cherrie appearing , kylian's face grew more and more pinched .
He was seconds away from starting to tap his foot like a pissed off parent too.
"Do you think it's ever going to stop?" Neymar mused as he leant his elbow against lionel's shoulder , ignore the look his friend gave him as he put all his weight onto his side.
Both Ramos and achraf pursed their lips and simply looked over at him like he had said something stupid.
Even Lionel snorted . Shaking his head like a disapproving father would.
"Is that a no then?" He asked again just to be sure. Grinning when they all rolled their eyes at him.
Ramos let out out a amused laugh , grinning to himself as they all watched the woman of the hour slowly start to appear from the end of the tunnel.
They could see her dragging her feet with sunglasses over her face , hesitantly peering around the corner as though she was about to face a fire breathing dragon.
She wasn't far off. Because the minute kylian clocked her arriving out of the corner of his eye, he almost starting breathing steam from his ears as he huffed and pushed himself off the wall quickly .
Stomping over there till he was stood in front of the tunnel with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a cold glare already being levelled in her direction.
It was no secret to anyone that the two players just didn't seem to get on.
No matter how many team bonding exercises that they had been forced to participate in , each one had ended with the both of them in a screaming match while their friends had to rush over and physically separate them to stop a crime from taking place .
Both of them would be pointing fingers at the other in blame , refusing to admit which one of them had started it this time .
Although it didn't really matter who started it because the argument never seemed to fucking end.
Their friends had begun to understand the phrase of 'never go to bed angry with your partner' because they realised that it was applied to the pitch too.
Because when Cherrie and kylian left the match angry at each other , it wouldn't just be left at that. The bitterness and anger would then be dragged into the next day , and the next and the next .
They no longer argued about anything that made sense either .
At the beginning most of their fighting had been because of the fact that Cherrie was very close friends with Erling haaland.
And for some reason , kylian, had stupidly just expected her to let her friendship with his rival fade to nothing when she had arrived at psg as the newest player on their team.
But she hadn't because she simply told him that she didn't give a shit about how he felt about haaland , he was her friend , not his, she wasn't doing anything wrong and she wasn't about to lose a decades worth of friendship to soothe kylian's pride! No fucking way.
It had all went rapidly down hill after that.
With kylian deeming her a traitor and accusing her of probably telling Erling all of their tactics like a two faced snake .
Lionel had to physically grab a hold of Cherrie before she tried to de-kneecap their star player .
They had quickly learned that day that Cherrie had a mouth of a sailor and tongue like a fucking razor when she was upset .
Because the curses and insults that had started flying out of her mouth towards the player were... honestly , very impressive and more than a little scary.
She wasn't afraid to get up in his face and dish back what he spat out.
If kylian 'accidentally' tackled her during training , Then she 'accidentally' kicked him in the balls with the studded heel of  her boot facing up.
Things got ridiculously petty , incredibly fast.
Although it brought some amusement to their friends to see the both of them constantly competing against each other , even though they were on the same team.
Several times their coach and their team had warned the two Young players that they needed to put their differences aside and become a United front. That they needed to stop being so prideful and become friends.
Both of them had apparently went deaf during that meeting because not even the next day they had all stood back and watched in disbelief as they started rolling around on the pitch fighting together , kicking at each other and cursing each other out like little kids after kylian had once again 'accidentally' took the ball from her .
The ball had became long forgotten when Cherrie had tackled him to the floor and put kylian in a headlock. Leaving their teammates to rush over and tried to separate them.
His friend , achraf, had been in disbelief as he watched his best friend refuse to stop winding her up even when he was being choked out.
'Is that the best you got snake?!' He had merely hissed back at her as he threw his body back so the both went sprawling back onto the pitch , Cherrie still refused to let his head go even as the referee had been blowing his whistle above them like a mad man.
In the end the both of them had been red carded and sent off the pitch like naughty school kids . The two of them still pushing and shoving at each other's body as they stormed off , still insulting each other childishly . Not caring that their manager looked like he wanted to kill them.
And it hasn't gotten much better after that.
Only their friends found it more than a little strange how that despite kylian's constant vocal 'hatred.' Of Cherrie , he couldn't seem to leave her alone!
Lionel had been the first one to point it out . After Watching kylian lean forward in his seat once Cherrie had been sent off the pitch with an injury from a particularly nasty tackle .
Kylian hasn't been playing that match but Lionel had felt like he had been from the constant shouting and personal refereeing he was doing from beside him.
Every time that Cherrie had the ball , kylian would be muttering something about how she wasn't doing it up to his standard .
Like 'she was too slow on that tackle' or his favourite 'she should have just taken the shot!' Even though she was not even halfway close to the goal.
Yet when they had watched the other team start to target Cherrie and get more careless and dirty with their tackles .
Kylian had turned into a mega motormouth.
He had started cursing out every single player that even so much as nudged her . Snapping insults about the player that had absolutely nothing to do with football at all.
Lionel had then noticed the way that kylian had been unable to sit still after she had gotten injured, growing more antsy when she refused to be pulled out of the game. Determined that she could play on.
Kylian had been huffing and puffing beside him like a concerned mother hen.
"She's lost her mind!" He had exclaimed as he glared down at the pitch to where she was stumbling along.
He then turned to him with a scowl "you see what I mean? She does stupid things! She's going to hurt herself even more! And it's her birthday soon. Does she want to party with a limp?!" He sounded far too concerned for someone that apparently hated her guts.
Lionel had tried to calm him down. Aware of the cameras panning in the direction for their reaction.
"She'll be okay. She's strong." He had simply told him.
Only for his eyes to widen in surprise when kylian snapped his head over to him quickly , pulling a face like he was the stupid one.
Scoffing loudly "she's just pretends to be! She won't admit that somethings wrong. She could literally be bleeding from her eyes and she would tell us that it was just 'a headache' and that it's 'no big deal!" He mocked her girly voice , imitating her childishly while scowling with his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for her to be substituted out. 
Lionel couldn't help but grin a little at the clear worry that was written across the young players face as he realised then that perhaps kylian didn't hate her as much as he liked to make out.
Realising that it might have been the green little bug of jealously that was making him act so sour towards her.
Because he was certain then that if Cherrie hadn't had been such close friends with haaland, that their relationship would have been completely different.
He could even faintly remember from a couple of years ago when he had spotted kylian watching a video of her that a fan had made with a smile on his face and his eyes glued to her in awe.
At the time Lionel had teased him lightly "you like her? She's very pretty and a great player." He had said .
unaware that two years later that exact same girl would been joining their team and completely changing kylian's life.
Kylian had just bashfully chuckled and shrugged his shoulders a little sheepishly as he angled his phone towards him so he could show him a clip of Cherrie bicycling the ball into the back of the net.
"I thinks she going to become a top player. Everybody seems to love her too.." he had sighed a little like a boy with a crush.
“It's like watching a supermodel play football. No doubt she already has a boyfriend." He had muttered enviously .
Lionel had just patted him on the shoulder encouragingly and said a "you never know what will happen."  before leaving him to it.
He couldn't have been more right if he tried.
Because he hadn't expected kylian to suddenly decide to hate her guts when he finally had his chance to know her either . Who would have?
Instead he was stuck watching kylian pretend that he didn't care at all while his actions showed the exact opposite .
He said one thing but did another . Lionel thought amusedly as he watched kylian lean forward in his seat as Cherrie finally hobbled her way over to the bench.
Immediately she looked kylian in the eye and scowled .
“I don't want to hear it!" She warned him already knowing what he was thinking.
Kylian scoffed at her, unimpressed as his eyes flickered down to her swelling ankle with a glare.
Only Lionel could see the way his hand was clenching and unclenching on his lap anxiously as though he wanted to reach out and help her.
Instead he snapped at her "that was incredibly stupid! You should have come straight off! Did that tackle make you lose what little brain cells you have left as well?!" His voice rose angrily .
Cherrie just flipped him off as she went up to the seats behind them, picking the one that was furthest away from his.
Pulling off her shoe she flung it to the side with a wince . Then she pulled off her shin guard and rolled off her sock, assessing her throbbing foot.
Waving off the medic who had came over with a Frown.
“just need some painkillers and it will be fine." She had muttered stubbornly .
Swallowing the pills dry when the medic had handed her them before reluctantly leaving her be when she refused to let them help anymore.
Kylian finally had enough and abruptly got to his feet . Not uttering a word to either of them as he stomped out of view .
Leaving Cherrie to scoff to herself, pouting a little as she sunk back into her seat to get comfortable for the rest of the game that was left to watch.
"He's ridiculous. You would think that I deliberately made that player tackle me with the way he's acting."  She huffed .
Lionel looked over at her with a slight frown, shaking his head at her.
"You must admit you're a little stubborn . You shouldn't have kept playing. You know better than that. “ He scolded her lightly , being the only person that she would let do so.
She respected him too much to be upset .
Instead she just sighed and pursed her lips "maybe." Was all she muttered before kylian finally came back into view.
This Time he had a large flexible ice pack in his hand as well as a bandage . Jumping over his seat till he reached Cherrie side, the scowl never leaving his face as he sat down beside her.
"Stupid idiot." He snapped at her again as he grabbed her leg and swung her foot up into his lap without any warning making her Yelp.
She slapped at his shoulder with a glare "don't manhandle me like that kylian!" She threw at him angrily . Yet she didn't move her leg and instead settled back into a more comfortable position , still pouting like a child.
Kylian just huffed moodily as he placed the ice pack around her swollen ankle and started to wrap the bandage around it to keep it in place .
"It's going to hurt even worse tomorrow Cherrie! It's what you get for being such a stubborn lunatic! Do you ever think right?!" He shot back at her .
Not noticing the way Lionel was watching him fret over her ankle and insult her at the same time.
Watching as kylian started gently massaging her legs on his lap, even the uninjured one. Still glaring at her furiously.
That was some serious multitasking. Lionel was almost impressed by his stubbornness to keep up his 'I hate you' act like this. When it was so clear to him that it was the exact opposite .
Cherrie just groaned and threw her head back against the seat, closing her eyes as though if she couldn't see him then she couldn't hear him either.
Seeing what she was doing, kylian pinched her thigh making her gasp and glare at him again.
"How are you going to get up the stairs at home? I told you it was a bad idea to get a place with so many fucking stairs!" He scolded her , looking over at her questionably .
She just rolled her eyes at him as though she was used to hearing him complain about her house.
Lionel was taken a back. Eyes widening a little as he tried to keep discreetly eavesdropping .
How did kylian know what the inside of her house looked like? As far as he and their friends knew, the two of them had never even locked eyes once the game was over.
Were they missing something? He felt like it was something pretty crucial as he watched Cherrie pull off kylian's hat and place it on top of her head, the player not even doing anything about it.
Instead kylian then took off his scarf and wrapped that around her too.
What the fuck? Lionel couldn't believe what he was witnessing.
"Like your apartment is any better?" She had shot back at him . "It's top floor!"
Kylian pulled a face "it has an elevator dumbo!"
"You know I'm scared of elevators kylian! They're death traps!" She exclaimed .
Kylian was the one to groan this time as he gently pushed her legs off of him and got to his feet just as the whistle was blew for the end of the game.
Not taking his eyes from her as he carefully pulled Cherrie to her feet as well.
"You're going to have to get over it because I'm not dragging you up two flights of stairs till you recover . We'll be using my elevator because that's the smart thing to do..." he then wrapped her arm around his shoulder and swung his other arm around her waist as he began to lead her towards the exit.
"Don't even try to argue with me cherrie! You have no say in this! This is your punishment for being a stupid idiot!" Lionel heard kylian snap at her as they passed him.
Neither noticing the gobsmacked look on his face as he watched how easily Cherrie leaned into his side despite the stubborn scowl on her face .
"You can't tell me what to do! I'm going home!"
"Yeah , with me! Now shut up because your annoying ass voice is giving me a headache ..." kylian insulted her as they turned the corner to exit the tunnel.
There was silence for a moment before Lionel heard kylian mutter a  "you want pasta tonight? I bought the labyrinth for us to watch as well. Thought I might as well watch it seeing as you won't fucking shut your big mouth up about how good it is-"
He didn't catch the rest as they disappeared together through the exit door.
And it was that night that he realised that kylian and Cherrie weren't enemies at all.
Because what kind of enemies slept over at each other's place and had movie nights together?
And as they all stood watching them still bickering at each other , four months since Lionel had realised something was going on. They still just couldn't get it at all.
"Are you sure you didn't hallucinate the whole thing Lionel? Cause they don't look close like that at all!" Ramos frowned over at him judgementally .
Not believing him at all.
Lionel just scoffed at him, rolling his eyes, hard.
"I'm going to just ignore the fact that you're hinting at me going crazy Ramos." He said to him , deciding to be the bigger man.
Ironically.
"I'm telling you. He's in love with her , I don't know if Cherrie loves him too because she's a little harder to read-" he grimaced a little as they watched Cherrie slap the back of kylian's head with her hand when he asked her if she had suddenly forgotten how to tell the time .
"I slept in! And the roads are more confusing from Sarah's house! I got a little lost!" She tried to defend herself as she grabbed a ball and started to warm up .
Kylian quickly following her as they started passing the ball between them casually.
He bounced it on his knee a couple of times "I can see how you could get lost.." he nodded mockingly before kicking the ball at her , aiming for her head.
"If you closed your eyes! It's a straight fucking road here from your best friends house Cherrie!"
She dodged the ball and instead started dribbling it around the cones that were set out. Kylian jogging beside her as they took turns passing it around the obstacles .
Rolling her eyes at him with a pissy huff , clearly still hungover over from having girls night with her friend.
They had went from laughing over wine to taking vodka shots and crying over the latest romcom.
Then she had woken up in a bathtub hugging a pillow with Taylor swift’s face on it.
Which unfortunately wasn’t the first time this had happened.
Though it never made it any easier to handle in the morning when her head felt like a drum that was being slammed on.
"It's not that straight of a road If you go in the wrong direction dickhead!" She shot back at him. Annoyed that he was constantly taking shots at her terrible driving.
So she had gotten lost a few times while driving? It happened to everyone at least once.
It just happened to happen more frequently to her. That was all.
Kylian snorted , smirking as he shook his head .
"You look like you've been dug up from your own grave Cher. Hope you have some heavy makeup to cover up the hangover." He snickered as he flicked her forehead .
Before quickly Ducking to avoid the ball to his face .
"I'm still hot even if my brain is trying to fall out from my ears. You're just jealous that I look like this even on my bad days!" She arrogantly smirked as they came to a stop just as their coach told them to take a break.
"What? Ugly?" He grinned. Laughing as she kicked him. Shoving at his side as he tried to pull her into a side hug. "I'm kidding! You don't need that shit."
He pulled her over to the bench where his bag was, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to her with a stern expression on his face.
"Drink that you alcoholic . You need to look like you haven't been inhaling booze all night. Was it wine?" He guessed as he held the water bottle up to her mouth, not pulling his hand away till she had started drinking it .
Neither of them noticing their friends gaping at their interaction from the middle of the pitch.
"Are you seeing this? Is kylian actually laughing and smiling at her?" Ramos couldn't believe it.
Neymar was blinking at them in disbelief "but he's calling her stupid all of the time!"
Lionel had a knowing smile on his lips as he looked smugly at them. Knowing that he had been right all along.
"Some people show love by bullying each other. Has kylian ever let anybody else other than him say a bad word about her?" He rose a brow slyly.
They all shook their head.
Ramos even grimaced.
"I made a joke once that she could make a nun swear with how annoying she is.." he inhaled deeply preparing himself to recall that awful day.
"-and kylian had me benched for three games. Coach told me that he 'recommended it' it to him an hour after I said that joke to her." He muttered. Still a little pissy about it.
There were some laughs between the players .
Neymar then piped up with his own memory.
“I tried to ask her on a date a couple of times but every time I tried to ask her , he would trip me up. Literally come out of nowhere and kick my leg out from underneath me!" He exclaimed as he realised that perhaps kylian wasn't just joking around with him.
That he had actually been jealous and made sure that he had absolutely no chance with her.
Lionel grinned "see? Only he can insult her. And only Cherrie can do the same to him. What did she do when neymar told kylian that he was a shit player with his left foot?" He pressed knowingly .
Neymar's  frown deepened as the rest snickered at the reminder of that day. 
“She then shoved me and told me to keep my feet planted on the floor unless I wanted to lose my pretty face." He grumbled .
Lionel then looked a Ramos who was already scowling , knowing what he was about to say next.
"And what about you huh? What did she do when you called kylian an asshole?"
Ramos sighed in defeat "she stole all my clothes while I was in the shower so I had to leave the stadium in a tiny towel.."
Then all their eyes averted back to the two young players that they had been convinced hated each other all this time.
Kylian was pulling at her hair as she slapped at his hands to get him to stop.
He only let go when she threatened to call his mother.
"I'm gonna go blonde again." He told her seriously as he then passed her a protein bar once she was done with the water.
It was a chocolate and raspberry one, her favourite. She refused to eat them unless they were covered in chocolate . So he had bought the whole box of them and always had one in his bag for her during training, knowing how she always forgot to bring one.
Cherries face lit up, gasping a little as she slapped his excitedly.
"Can I do it? I've still got some bleach left at home!" She pleaded to him. Having fancied herself a hairdresser to all of her friends .
Kylian pulled a face as he jokingly eyed her messy hair that was placed in a sloppy ponytail ontop of her head. He could still see the odd pink streak from where she had dyed it last time.
He had suggested she colour it blue .
So she did what was expected and went pink instead .
"The last time I watched you dye your hair you looked like someone has threw up a fucked up rainbow on you! It was a mess for weeks Cherrie! You were crying!" He recalled with a amused tone of voice .
Cherrie scowled "that was a ... slight mistake yes. But I fixed it and I looked great!" She defended her skills quickly .
Kylian looked at her with wide eyes "you had to cut off half off it! You complained the whole time!" He knew she did because he was the one who had to cut it for her .
"Whatever . You'll look stupid anyways.." she lied as she turned away from him grumpily . Not happy that she wasn't getting her own way.
Kylian smirked to himself , chuckling as he grabbed onto her elbow and spun her around to face him again.
Leaning his face down closer to hers , he gently nudged her nose with his.
“So stupid that you wouldn't let me leave your bed for the whole weekend the last time I dyed it?" He reminded her smugly .
Pinching her bottom between his fingers quickly , making her hiss between her teeth at him , startled.
Rolling her eyes at his cocky face , she huffed. "I don't know what you're talking about. You're loca." She denied him as she tried to pull away.
Kylian just laughed and bent his head down , kissing her square on the mouth in front of everyone without a care in the world .
Too lost in each other to notice the gaping mouths of their teammates as the pitch filled with shocked gasps at the sight of the two players who were always fighting , now kissing each other.
Only Lionel was grinning triumphantly , looking between his friends smugly . Unsurprised.
"Told you they're in love. They just love to hate each other. It's just another game they're playing." He chuckled as he watched kylian try to pull her back in for another kiss again, only for Cherrie knock out his knee from below him so he went tumbling down to the ground instead.
Cackling to herself as she gently kicked him in the butt before blowing him a kiss and jogging away.
Leaving kylian to lay on his back and let out a long and hard sigh.
Turning his head and finally noticing his teammates's shocked expressions , he simply grinned like a lovesick idiot.
"That's my future wife! She's fucking crazy!" He laughed to himself as he pushed himself back up to his feet and cupped his hands around his mouth so his voice would echo.
"je t'aime vous femme folle! N'oubliez pas de porter la robe rouge ce soir!" He shouted over to her.
(I love you you crazy woman! Don't forget to wear the red dress tonight!)
Cherrie just stuck up her middle finger over her shoulder and yelled back "va te faire foutre je porte la robe noire maintenant!" While grinning cheekily.
(Fuck you! I’m wearing the black dress now!)
Kylian shook his head at her , placing his hands on his hips with a frown.
"dites-le maintenant!"
(Say it back now!)
Cherrie giggled as she shook her head no "je ne mentirai pas!" I won't lie she joked .
Before taking one look at kylian's face and hauling her ass across the pitch with a loud laugh as he started sprinting after her.
"dis moi que tu m'aimes! sinon pas de film ce soir !" He threatened her as he tackled her down to the floor , wrapping his arms around her chest and locking his legs around her hips as he pulled her back against his chest tightly .
(Say you love me otherwise no movie tonight!)
Using his free handle to tickle her , laughing as she started shrieking and trying to wiggle away.
Paying no mind to their gobsmacked friends who looked like they were watching pigs fly in front of them.
Instead his eyes never left cherrie's, beaming down at her when she finally huffed and threw her head back against his shoulder so she could meet his eyes .
Gently kissing his jaw with a soft smile , she then jokingly bit at his chin to make him laugh again.
"je t'aime connard ! pouvons-nous regarder le match de la ville à la place ? mon joueur préféré est debout ce soir..." she bit down on her bottom lip mischievously as she watched his face fall flat .
Pursing his lips with a huff through his nose before he threw her off his lap , slapping her butt hard as she cackled like a mad woman on the pitch Next to him.
(I love you asshole! But can we watch the city match instead? My favourite player is up tonight..."
"I change my mind! I don't love you anymore!" He declared . Getting to his feet and kicking her ass with his foot one more time before stomping off.
Leaving Cherrie to giggle to herself as she quickly ran after him and threw herself onto his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he automatically grabbed the back of her thighs so she wouldn't fall off.
Pressing her cheek against his own as he side eyed her with a raise of his brow . His smile threatening to break through the longer she grinned at him cheekily.
"Only kidding . I'm my favourite player Ky. How does teenager ninja turtles sound?" She said instead.
Kylian rolled his eyes , laughing despite himself as he started heading  over to their friends.
"Fuck you. It's a good job you're pretty because you need to work on your personality some more!"
Cherrie slapped his head making him laugh "ass!"
Then she smiled at their friends when they stopped in front of them. Looking at their wide eyes and gaping mouths , she tilted her head at them curiously.
"Hey guys! What's got you guys looking like you just saw god?" She inquired not bothering to get down from his back. Far too lazy to stand and kylian was more than content in holding her.
Ramos looked between them blankly .
“You're kidding right?" He said.
Kylian frowned "what do you mean? What's wrong?" He played innocent . Chuckling at the looks that they were giving them.
Neymar gasped "what's wrong?! What's wrong is that we thought you guys hated each other!" He exclaimed as he wondered how they had missed the signs .
But to be fair to them they did act like they were going to kill each other half the time!
Lionel cleared his throat and sent them all a pointed look. "I am not included in that 'we' . I told you all ages ago but you didn't believe me!" He shot at them smugly .
He was always right .
The pair of them just casually shrugged as though they had no clue what they were on about .
Kylian smiled in amusement as he kissed her arm that was wrapped around his neck. Seeing the thin gold bracelet with his initials on around her wrist.
He kissed that too.
"I don't hate her she just annoys the life out of me sometimes. Plus we made up months ago and started over.." he informed them casually .
Cherrie pinched his cheek with a yawn. "Feels mutual asshole." She then looked over at the group with a frown. "I thought you guys knew?"
Ramos couldn't have scoffed any louder if he tried .
Blinking at her like she has grown a third head. "Obviously not! You two are permanently insulting each other ! That doesn't scream 'we're in love!' Oh my god!" He shook his head rapidly once he saw the matching smirks on their faces .
"You know what? You two weird fuckers deserve each other because you're both insane . That's the only explanation!" He exclaimed absolutely done with their shit.
"Most people who are in love hold each others hands or hug or .. smile at each other! They're at least nice to each other!" Neymar gaped at them.
Cherrie grinned "I am nice to him .. when we get home! What do you want me to do? Fuck him on the pitch?" She joked as she leant forward And kissed kylian's cheek happily.
Kylian laughed as he wiggled his brows at her cheekily.
Ramos looked at them like they were insane. "You could at least be nice to each other when you're not at home as well!" He said , baffled by how their relationship worked.
Both of them pulled a face like he was the one who had suggested something stupid.
"Why would we do that?" Kylian sounded genuinely confused at the thought .
“It's much funnier to piss each other off. We're just joking about. We know that. It's just our thing." He said like it was totally normal to have insult competitions with the one you love.
Cherrie hummed in agreement , smiling genuinely.
“Yeah. Kylian knows that I don't think he's a stupid , air headed . Arrogant asshole with two left feet and no brain." She laughed "don't you babe?"
Kylian nodded with a giggle "exactly . That's her way of saying that I'm an idiot but she loves me anyway. Just like me calling her a stupid , careless , brainless woman means that i think shes doing something stupid but I love her anyways." He explained to them as though it was simple .
Even Lionel looked at them a little weirdly . Awkwardly clearing his throat when a minute passed by with their teammates just gaping at them.
"Well... I can't say i get it because I don't but if you two are happy..." he looked between them warily.
They both beamed. Holding eachother close.
"We are." Kylian nodded his head as Cherrie finally slid off his back. Pinching his butt on her way down. He kicked hers in response .
Cherrie grinned as well "very happy."
Lionel just sighed and smiled at them. Patting both of them on their backs .
"Then I'm happy for you guys. Just maybe try not to fight each other on the pitch again?" He suggested lightly to them .
Kylian just smirked "you're right. I'll just wrestle her in bed instead!" He then burst into laughter as Cherrie shoved at his shoulder in scolding .
Leaving their friends to sigh as they watched the couple start to shove at each other and bicker about who was the fastest out of the two of them before beggining to race each other down the pitch.
Kylian tripping her up halfway .
Cherrie then grabbing at his ankle and pulling him down with her like a pair of  bad behaved children .
"It's never going to stop is it?" Ramos sighed.
Both neymar and Lionel shook their head .
"They'll have eachother in a headlock at the alter." Lionel muttered with a amused snort as they all watched Cherrie pants him.
Kylian gasping loudly and quickly pulling up his shorts again before running after her. Threatening to rip her thong off and make it into a armband.
Neymar chuckled "wedlock... headlock.."
They both looked at him with deadpan expressions making him raise his brows with a slight pout.
"Okay. Okay geez!"
Silence .
Then "do you think they'll last?" Ramos asked.
As Lionel looked at the way they were having the time of their lives with each other , acting like their true selves without any worry of the other one getting upset or judging them.
He nodded his head.
"They say that you're truly in love when you can act like a kid around someone without them judging you. And look at them.." he motioned towards the couple that were wrestling on the floor again with a sigh.
"They act like two naughty little kids when they're together . They're happy." He simply observed .
"And they're both very weird and might need to see a therapist but.." he then shrugged "they obviously love each other and just because we don't understand it doesn't mean that they don't."
His friends nodded in agreement .
Silence.
Then "I think Cherrie will wear the suit at the wedding." Neymar said.
Ramos laughed "obviously . It isn't kylian that's wearing those pants..!" He grinned as they watched Cherrie pat down kylian's clothes that were now covered in mud and scold him for shoving them both into the puddle.
Kylian just let her smack the back of his head with a grin on his face, his eyes never leaving her as he reached for her hand and interlaced their fingers together . Promising her that he would hand clean them himself .
And they might not have understood the way they loved but it wasn't their relationship to understand.
They clearly loved each other. That was all that mattered .
No matter how strange their love was.
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mbappebby · 2 years ago
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Like their older brothers series
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Kylian Mbappé and Achraf Hakimi have such a good friendship on and off the field. They both have younger siblings who are the same age and also footballers who play on the same team at PSG. Ethan Mbappé, the younger brother and also captain of the team where he plays. He wants to try and make a name for himself. Anisah Hakimi, the younger sister and joined PSG when Achraf joined. She plays in the same team as Ethan and is the only girl there. Anisah and Ethan have known each other ever since she joined PSG, the pair are known as ‘Mbappé x Hakimi 2.0’ they have the same friendship like their brothers, but will it turn into something more that just a friendship?
Ethan Mbappé x Anisah Hakimi (OC)
Part 1
Being in the shadow of their older brothers isn’t fun. The two young footballers do a celebration just like their brothers when they are in the stadium watching and they love it.
Part 2
When Anisah gets injured, Ethan gets worried and especially gets even more worried when he finds out she had to go to hospital. But will something happen at the hospital which leads to Ethan being confused about their friendship?
Part 3
Anisah gets a red card after standing up for her best friend, she’s has to go to the men’s first team for advice but that means she has to face some of the best players in the world..
Part 4
Ethan get jealous as Anisah has been getting close to a new player in their team. Neymar, Messi and Mbappe notice and give Ethan some advice on how to get his girl.
Part 5
After taking his brother and his teammate's advice. Ethan goes to Achraf to ask for his blessing to date Anisah. Ethan has to try and act himself no matter what Achraf told him.
Part 6
In which Achraf and Kylian and their teammates and have an in-depth discussion about the relationship between Ethan and Anisah and start to place bets.
Part 7
Ethan and Anisah get approached by fans who ask for Anisah’s number and Ethan stands in and says that she’s taken, he then officially makes the relationships with Anisah official.
Part 8
After 2 months of secretly dating, the worst way to find out is when they are caught having a moment when the whole team walks in and that includes their older brothers..
Part 9
The new player gets a little jealous that Ethan is with Anisah now. They get into an argument about her and it turns into a fist fight.
Part 10
While doing an interview together with their older brothers, they accidentally reveal something that they’ve been hiding from the public for months and it causes chaos..
Part 11
Ethan gives Anisah a promises ring, she gets really flustered and shy when her brother and his teammates ask about it.
Part 12
Having a game the same time as the first team meant that they shared a bus to get there. A warning for Ethan and Anisah is not to fall asleep together again when around all their brothers teammates..
Part 13
France v Morocco in the final, Ethan gets the victory but the only thing he wants to do is to be there to comfort his girlfriend..
Part 14
Buying an apartment together without their brothers knowing meant that Anisah and Ethan was going to be giving a talk of a lifetime by them..
Part 15 (finale)
What’s in the future for Ethan and Anisah? Maybe he finally asks the question Anisah has been waiting for..
Started: December 2022
Finished: February 2023
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Smile!
Matching: ex-boyfriend! Neymar Jr x woman oc (Karen Averio) brother Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro x sister Karen Rhea dos Santos Aveiro
Summary: Karen Averio is the captain of the Real Madrid volleyball team and Karen and Neymar had a good relationship. until Neymar cheated on Karen. Karen's life is going through a change.
Warnings: I wrote with google translate, health issues
Note: meu anjo means my angel in portuguese, meu amor means my love in portuguese
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(Karen's perspective)
I'm standing in this noisy place. The reason I'm here is because of the game we won today. I look at the drink in my hand. Normally I already drank but now I can't.
I'm walking towards the terrace, I need to breathe a little. I need to get off the booze. I see a couple kissing in the hallway. disgusting. I finally reach the terrace.There's someone in the corner sipping a beer.
"If you plan on getting drunk enough to forget this thing, you should have a drink other than beer." The blond man is looking at me.Apparently he didn't even notice me.
He has blue eyes but turns a little gray when the sun hits, he has blond hair.
"What if I don't want to get that drunk?" "Then you would be sitting inside, not here" I hand her the drink in my hand. "Whiskey has more impact than beer." blond man pours whiskey on his head and extends his hand.
"I'm Max. and you?" I shake her hand "I'm Karen. nice to meet you".
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(a week ago)
Karen looks at her doctor. tears are about to flow. "You said I was cured years ago. I didn't need surgery."
The doctor looks at him sympathetically. "I know, Karen. Things have changed a lot since then. If you want to continue playing volleyball professionally, you have to have this surgery."
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(Karen's perspective)
A few hours later, I'm standing in the parking lot of my house. I can hear my brother and my nephew's voice. I wipe the tears from my eyes and go home.
"You're finally here, aunt. I miss you." I hug my niece and kiss her forehead. "I missed you too, little prince."
it's getting off my lap."Shall we watch a movie today?" I say as I bend down to get to his height. "Please, can we watch, Daddy?" My brother is smiling at him."Of course, little prince."
"You choose the movie, we'll talk to your father about something." my nephew nodded 'okay' and went to the living room.
"What's wrong, meu anjo?" I'm looking at my brother. He was always by my side and protected me. If it weren't for him and my father, I probably never would have started with volleyball."I had a doctor's appointment today. You know. The doctor said I had to undergo surgery."
My brother looks at me with disbelief. He whispers "Meu anjo" and hugs me. "I'm here, I'm with you. You'll get through this too. I'll be with you in the process" I rest my head on your shoulder.
"Thanks for everything." He strokes my hair. "You don't need to thank me. The brothers are there for these days." "Let's go inside. Let's not keep the little prince waiting any longer"
An hour later, the three of us are watching an animated movie. The doorbell rings. "i will look." my brother says. eating two or three popcorn
When the time doesn't come, I go to him. "What's taking so long brother?" I get my answer when I see Neymar in front of me.
"He's leaving now," my brother says. While my brother is looking at Neymar, Neymar is looking at me. "Meu amor, can we talk a bit?"
"Meu amor? Our relationship is over. Don't call me that," I say sternly. "I'm leaving Spain today. I want to talk to you for the last time. For all the good memories we've had"
"Good memory? you destroyed all our good memories by be unfaithful" Neymar looks at me with shame."Brother please send him" I say as I go to the living room. my brother shakes his head
□To Be Continued□
《 I'll give you an explanation so you don't get confused. The story takes place today. Karen is 25 and Cristiano is 32. Cristiano's first child, Cristiano Jr. takes place in the story. 7 years old. Cristiano still plays for Real Madrid. Neymar has just transferred for PSG. 》
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graneymar · 2 years ago
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Hii, what are you planning to post this week ??
- Baby fever with Richarlison
- Richarlison smut where he eats you out
- Ney comes home sad/mad and everything and he doesn't talk at all and just on his phone and u ask him what's wrong and comfort him while he's crying
- Young!neymar x Cro! reader: Them visiting readers family and they go to a cafe bar to watch a football game and Neymar just watching reader astonished and a little confused because of her reactions. Croatia winning a game and reader just kissing Neymars forehead because she got excited
- Reader with a lot of tattoos and letting Davi colour them in and Neymar coming home and seeing how much Davi loves reader so he finally asks her to be his girlfriend
- Neymar × tall reader: like she's a 511 supermodel and he takes her to the ps stadium to meet everyone (Mbappe , Messi etc) and everyone really likes her because she has her own money and fame and they're surprised by how tall and beautiful she is
- Richarlison where the oc is a blk fem singer
- One night in Ibiza part 2
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kaiispost · 2 years ago
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My requests are open for:
Neymar Jr x Male Reader - Pablo Gavi x Male Reader - Jude Bellingham x Male Reader - Finely Burns x male reader - Joao Felix x male reader - and more…
If you want to request a male!oc (original character) or a gn (gender neutral) don’t be shy! But please don’t request anything too crazy ifykyk.
Bye!
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peaky-shelby · 2 years ago
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Define Me | Neymar Jr. x Oc [4]
Summary: Famous Singer and Actress, Gabriella Hamill, travels to Qatar after being invited on live television by her favorite player, Lionel Messi. Despite the invitation, Ella tries to avoid the cameras and hide in plain side, wanting to enjoy the games without the chaos that comes with being in Public places and it all seems to be going well until she meets Neymar Jr. in this bad boy meets good girl story, the definition of good and bad is lost between the lines and redefined by the past and future.
《 previous chapter
Chapter 4: defense by definition
Chapter summary: Gabriella and neymar get closer and tangled with each other's life
Writer's note: you all went above and beyond with the comments so I wanted to give you the next chapter quickly!!! Comment for more 👀👀
Tagging a few that seemed interested @xngelsau @sirensanction @reneyahh @thegrinch101 @geekwritersworld @chaotic-taco-collector-blog (lmk if you want to be tagged)
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The two of them walked for almost 20 minutes until they found a hill they could sit on and pull down their hoodies. Underneath them the light of the city shined, the street lights, the stadiums, the houses and of course the cars driving and bringing the city to life. It was like millions of diamonds all laid down at their feet. For a few minutes no one said anything, they took in the view and the silence. Stealing moments like that was a rare gift for Gabriella, she appreciated the silence and the pause life seemed to have in these moments.
Neymar lowered his body and grabbed a small rock from the edge of the hill, he moved his hand back and with all the strength he had, threw the rock down the hill into the nothingness. Gabriella sat on a bigger rock, watching him. She gave him a rare smile for his accomplishment to throw the rock as far as he did. Neymar laughed and clapped at himself. He sat on the ground, legs crossed and landed all his attention on her, the grin on his face never ones disappearing. Ones again she felt like she was being examined, so she looked away, smiling awkwardly and focusing on the view.
Neymar didn’t take his eyes off her, instead he examined how her hair would move along with wind and stared at her lips, the rosy color. Wondering what it would be like to kiss them, he licked his own lips just in the thought, imagining how she’d taste-
“You’re staring.” She suddenly said, making him laugh. He lowered his head, nodding.
“Can’t help myself.” He answered quickly. He shot her a glance, noticing how her smile widened by the compliment and he congratulated himself on succeeding that.
“you’ve got trouble written all over you Mr. Santos.” She added. He laughed at that, raising his eyebrows.
“Mr. Santos?” he questioned while laughing. She laughed too; a sound he had barely heard in the short time he knew her. But even now the laugh was short and low. She lowered her head, her hair falling and covering her face completely. “What about you Ms. Hamill?”
“What about me?” she asked, kicking a couple of the rocks with her feet. Neymar tilted his head, trying to get a glimpse of her expression but she was hiding from him.
“Are you trouble?” he asked simply. Gabriella kept her face down but shrugged her shoulders. “I bet googling me was easy, but googling you was an adventure.” She didn’t react so he kept going “all the headlines spoke of your relationships and one-night stands…” he bit on his lip “you’ve disappeared for at least 3 years.”
She finally rose her head, staring at the front. “If you read that you must have read the rest.”
“I did” he admitted “but we don’t have to talk about that.” He looked away, feeling his heart getting heavy.
“I wasn’t going to.” She answered sharply, looking at him strictly.
“Media has done us both wrong, no need to get defensive.” He shot back, not flattering under her strict eyes. He wanted to prove to her that any possible defense mechanism she might have had others, weren’t going to work on him. She seemed taken aback by his quick reply, he took that chance to get closer to her, slipping his body closer to the rock she was sitting on. So, close he had to look up at her and she looked down at him not realizing just how close he was. He had an affect on her, he could tell by the way her eyes kept moving uncomfortable and how still she’d remain. He shot her a smile, nudging her leg with his fist. “I think you and I could be real good friends if you let me.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Is that what you want Neymar, to be friends?”
He smiled and shrugged “for now yes.” He slowly reached for her knee to pick up a hair that was stuck on the fabric, making sure she felt his fingers underneath the fabric and pulling the hair away slowly, taking as long as he could before removing his hand from her. Meanwhile he could feel her eyes on him. “Later, we’ll see.”
“Don’t make big dreams boy.” She said blankly and he looked in her eyes. He clicked his tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.
“An asshole, ha?” he asked and she looked away, smiling. “Don’t get shy on me now. Come on, you said I was an asshole, why is that?”
“I told you before you got trouble written all over you.”
“That’s not enough.” He said and got up, rubbing the dust off his clothes and standing right in front of her “I want to hear why.” He crossed his arms and looked down at her. She looked passed him.
“You fall a lot on the field. Gas lighting the referees.”
“You really think that?” he laughed.
“Don’t play dumb with me Ney. Sometimes you straight up lie to them.”
He didn’t answer. Which was a good enough answer.
“I’ve seen the videos of you acting out. Punching people, cursing them.” She returned her gaze at him “I know you’re a party boy. I’ve heard stories, rumors- “
“I thought you knew better than to trust the media.”
“I do. But some things are simply facts. You have a temper and you left Barcelona!” she snapped, sounding like the last thing was what she really cared for. Neymar raised his eyebrows and held in his laugh. He placed his hand in front of his mouth, hiding his smile. While she stared at the ground. He could imagine she was probably hoping to take back what she said. He sat on the edge of the rock, next to her, pushing her a little with his hip to get more space. She turned her head away from him but not before she could see her blush.
“Gabriella Hamill- are you a Barcelona fan?” he asked amused. She didn’t answer right away.
“I was” she said simply.
“And is it possible…” he said, pushing her with his elbow “that your real problem with me is that I left the team-“she huffed but didn’t answer. Neymar started chuckling. She rapidly looked at him, annoyed and that made him laugh anymore. He raised his hand apologizing “I’m sorry- I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re just being insensitive-“she said but was cut off by him laughing louder ��this is why people hate you-“ He swallowed his laugh, but struggled to keep it in and after a while neither could she, she started laughing along, giving him a light push on the shoulder, begging him to stop. “It was very important to me alright?” she said louder “You were supposed to have Leo’s back and you left him and Suarez-“ she smacked him harder “stop laughing!” she demanded but she could barely hold it back herself. It took a while from them both to calm down. He maneuvered his body so he could look at her better, their faces inches from each other.
She had gotten completely red and he smiled at the view. She lowered her head slightly and out of instinct he moved her hair behind her ear, which had her raising her head again. He smiled at the proximity while she seemed scared by it. His eyes moved in between her eyes and her lips. He could hear her heartbeat in the silence and thought he might even let him kiss her, so he leaned closer but slipped away from him quickly, standing up.
“Lets head back! It’s late.”
He sighed, laughing to himself. He looked at her with a are-you-fucking-kidding-me look but then nodded and stood up. “Sure, lets go.”
While walking back to the house they laughed a little more. Spoke about the stupidest things they had ever read bout themselves and remembered of times they had embarrassed themselves on accident. They passed by the Brazilian base, arguing whether Neymar should walk her to her house or not but in the end, he didn’t take a no for an answer and he stood in front of her door when they reached it, watching while she searched her keys on her pockets.
“So, are you coming on the game tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yeah I am.” She answered looking up at him. “I’m going to the Argentina game as well…”
“I’m not scared about that one, Messi is gonna take care of the Netherlands just fine.”
“What about Croatia?” she asked “you think you got it?”
“They’re a good team.” He said, made a step closer to her. “We’ll do our best.” He smiled, looking in her eyes and then down at her hand. He reached for her fingers, playing gently with them.
“I heard it’s your last world cup.”
“Yeah… I don’t think I can keep going through this if I’m being honest. still think I’m an asshole?”
“I’m willing to debate on that one but I still think you are trouble.”
He smiled, interlocking their fingers and bringing her hand up on his lips. He kissed the back of it gently, meanwhile his eyes remained locked with hers.
“I understand more than you think Princessa.”
“I have it on good authority you’re a softie deep down.” She smiled.
Neymar narrowed his eyes. Then he remembered “Antonella?” Gabriella nodded.
“Just for the record, I won’t follow you on Instagram. Last thing I need is for it to become a story.”
“You’re telling me this, so I won’t take it personally?” he asked “Meus Deus, I might start believing you care.”
She slipped his hand away from his and got on her tip toes to leave him with a kiss on the cheek, then she whispered on his ear “you might be right.”
With that she left and Neymar knew he was in actual trouble. A part of him wanted to knock on the door the minute she closed it but he made a step back and allowed himself to go back to his room and rest before tomorrow’s game.
EDUCATION CITY STANDIUM – NEXT DAY
She went to the game just like she told him. It was the first game she was seeing live, Croatia against Brazil. Of course, she was betting on Brazil, Ney was one of the reasons why. She was dressed in her usual hoodie and a pair of jeans. She had even worn a week to avoid any possible tragedies and her sunglasses were always on.
Neymar spotted her during the first half of the game and winked at her. Maggie noticed and smacked her arm, getting her attention.
“Why did trouble just wink at you?”
“Why don’t you go ahead and ask him?” she shot back and returned to watching the game. It wasn’t going to brazil’s favor but it wasn’t going in Croatia’s favor either, which was good. Then out of nowhere Neymar did his magic and scored, everyone around Gabriella screamed and so did she. Jumping up and down on first rows. Maggie had to close her ears to keep out the noise, Gabriella laughed at her reaction. Unfortunately just a while after the happiness was stolen away, when Croatia scored a goal for themselves and everyone seemed to know that this game would end with penalties. Gabriella’s heart sunk and she questioned herself for caring as much as she did. A little before the game ended, he looked at her again, this time his eyes looked hurt, like he already knew he was going to lose. All Ella could do was give him a look of encouragement, taking off her glasses just for a second so he could see it. Maggie hit her.
“Put the glasses back on, are you insane!” she yelled and Gabriella obeyed. When the penalties game everyone was screaming. Maggie excused herself and Gabriella sat alone, watching terrified as brazil missed again and again. Her eyes were stuck on him and she knew brazil lost by the way he knelt on the ground, breaking like someone had shot him on his legs. It was a painful sight. He seemed so tiny in the middle of the bitch, so weak and lonely. All the members of the team were laying down or sat cuddling their knees. Neymar was being comforted by Thiago, while his chest trembled, he was crying. Every inch of her body wanted to get up and go to him like she was being pulled by an invisible string. The seats next to her started emptying, she knew Maggie would struggle coming back in the stadium and maybe if she was there, she wouldn’t have done what she did but she did.
She got up and walked down the stairs of the stadium, she was already in the vip section so she wasn’t stopped by anyone until she reached the front of the pitch. She wouldn’t have been able to pass if it wasn’t for Neymar, yelling at the guards to let her through and when they did, she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. He held her close to him like she was a teddy bear and cried in her arms. She could hear the camera clicks and the photographers, moving all around them but she kept her glasses and her hoodie and her mask on, hiding her face.
“You shouldn’t be here.” He mumbled in her ear.
“I know” she asnwered simply and it was true she would eventually regret it but he the way he was on his knees, his broken eyes, she felt like she had to be there. His grip tightened and so did hers. Eventually she let go and moved away. Her heart breaking.
BAZIL DRESSING ROOMS – LATER
Neymar was sitting alone in the middle of the room, with his head on his hands when he felt her hand on his head. He raised it and saw her sitting on the bench next to him. Her hand travelled from his head to his cheek and she leaned her forehead on his.
“I’m sorry” she whispered.
He reached for her chin, sniffing back the tears and forced himself to smile “how did you get here?”
“Richarlison recognized me. He let me in.”
She wiped his tears with her thumb, and he sunk in her touch, getting any strength he could from her. He closed his eyes, feeling it as another round of tears pained his green eyes and his entire body fell on her arms. He knew her so little, yet she was the one person he needed. A person that didn’t look at him with pity, not a fan or a friend, someone as ice cold as her. She moved closer so she could hold him better and kissed the top of his head. She tilted her head to leave kisses on his cheek and he raised his head, in search of her lips but she pulled away quickly, shaking her head.
“No.” she whispered. “I’m not gonna be your distraction Neymar. I have a self-esteem too.” She said quickly. He nodded, defeated and leaned his forehead on her lips. Was that all he needed her for? A distraction? “You did your best.” She said “You were great.”
“Not enough.” He answered in his broken voice. She cupped his face, holding it up so he’d look in her eyes.
“You did what you could.” She argued “whose to say it wasn’t enough.”
“The fucking score- “
“It was penalties Ney! You didn’t even get to shoot yours! If it’s anyone’s fault it was the coach for not putting you first!” her voice was strict and loud. He was focused on her lips and the intrusive thoughts took over him and he leaned in again. His lips hovering over hers, they moved in opposite directions, while he was trying to get a taste from her, she was barely pulling away “Ney please- “
“You really shouldn’t have come on the field.” He whispered in her lips and she didn’t answer. The pictures of the mystery girl hugging Neymar were already all over the internet. He wondered how she let it happen, she always planned everything to the detail so she wouldn’t be figured out and now she had done this herself “why?” he asked out loud.
Her eyes were moving from his lips to his eyes “Because you’re not an asshole” she answered. He locked his eyes with hers and she leaned in kissing his cheek. “Leo is waiting for me.” Neymar let his head fall on her shoulder “I’ll call you when the game is over.”
“No.” he hugged her, keeping her close “don’t go- “
“Neymar!” Thiago Silva walked in, stopping in his tracks when he saw the two of them together. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s ok.” She got up, smiled at the Thiago “I was leaving anyway.” She smiled and walked past thiago, leaving.
Thiago told Neymar the bus was leaving and helped him up. All the boys were silent on the way back on the base. They locked themselves in their rooms and watched the Argentina game on TV. Neymar spent his hours drinking, glass after glass, trying to numb the pain. He wouldn’t pick up the phone to anyone, not even her. He stayed in his room until it started to feel like it was shrinking. He got up, grabbing his wine with him. Thiago stopped in the hallway, telling him to go back inside because he was drunk but Neymar shook him off and continued on his way.
No surprise he found himself on the steps of her door, he knocked but there was no one inside. So, he sat on the steps, sipping on his bottle but the pain didn’t seem to be going away, if anything it was growing bigger. He told himself he’d close his eyes for a moment and lowered his head on her knees. Had he lost his senses for just a few minutes? Or a few hours? He didn’t know but he awoke by her voice-
“Neymar” she said and he opened his eyes. Her blurry figure seeming like a ghost.
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swmzq · 3 months ago
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MASTERLIST
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(requests are open)
footballers
-joão félix
-paulo dybala Juno
-pablo gavi
-ferran torres please, please, please
-pedri gonzález
-fermín lopez
-sergio ramos
-jude bellingham
-ruben dias
-neymar jr
-kylian mbappe
-others
celebrities
-taylor swift Good luck,babe!
-chappell roan
-zendaya
-glen powell
-drew starkey
-lana del rey
-austin butler
-cillian murphy
-jacob elordi
-timothée chalamet
-80s roger taylor
-80s brian may
-others
characters
-borhap!roger taylor
-tyler owens
-borhap!john deacon
-eric(a quiet place: day one)
-neil lewis
-felix catton
-oliver quick
-others
what I’ll write
-smut
-fluff
-angst
-fem x fem
-fem x male
-gn!reader x oc
-headcanons
-fics
-drabbles
-love triangles
what I don’t write
-oc x oc
-homophobia
-threesome (I have nothing against it but I’m just not good at writing smut like this)
-incest
-racism
-rape
-piss kink
-etc
that’s it bye for now!
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pedrifsx · 2 years ago
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‘till she’s quiet
richarlison x andrea andrade (princess treatment on wattpad)
warning<
smut, richarlison is so😮‍💨, andrea is a brat and is talking to her ex and richy is not taking none of it😭
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IT WAS AROUND 2 AM when richarlison and his girlfriend arrived to their shared apartment after neymar’s 31’st birthday party and after party. let’s just say andrea got a bit tipsy. maybe a bit too tipsy.
she still knew what she was doing but she’s an idiot when the alcohol kicks in.
this meant that even though she thought things through, she really didn’t know how to stop herself from going overboard and richarlison was fine with that.
until neymar unknowingly invited her ex, joão félix, to the party. a little backstory to the ex-lovers; they were childhood best friends, joão’s father being close friends to thiago. it wasn’t a surprise to their parents that joão was going to ask her out when they were 16. she said yes of course and they started dating with him taking her out on a date and joão becoming her first everything.
the relationship started to downfall when they were 18 with joão catching his eye with a blonde girl he had met on a family trip to portugal. one thing lead to another, he kissed her. he instantly regretted it but as stubborn as andrea was, she could never have forgiven him. she stood by the rule, “if he cheats, goodbye.”
but, with them being best friends since they were 4, she still kept close contact with joão. maybe, they got a little drunk and slept with eachother when they were 19.
it was a regret that andrea still holds until today, but, god forbid, she still didn’t talk to him.
so, when it was that friday evening that joão entered neymar’s house, andrea greeted him. richarlison took caution of this as andrea told him everything that happened between him and his fiancé.
for some reason, (the alcohol), made her a bit touchy and a little flirtatious. thank goodness that richarlison knew what she was like when she was drunk.
still, he had the right to become jealous and angry at the 23 year old. thank fuck all that happened 4 and a half years ago or else he would have had steam coming out of his ears and both nostrils.
“yo, rich, you should probably go talk to her. you know how joão is around her,” emerson talked as he noticed how the brazilian was eye-fucking them two.
joão still was not over andrea and took any chance he got to talk to her. even after 4 years. four fucking years in what richarlison thought, gulping down the last of his spritzer and whiskey.
emerson grinned at him and slapped his shoulder. richarlison walked over to joão and roughly pulled him off of andrea. that’s how you know andrea was richarlison’s property, she belonged to him and him only.
joão was shocked at his movement and gave a dirty look that was shot towards richarlison.
andrea didn’t care at all and was vibing and dancing to the music.
richarlison grabbed andrea’s arm and dragged her outside.
“we’re going home,” he said in a low tone.
“what? but the party doesn’t end until 4?” she suggested staying but richarlison was having none of it, it was surprising as he would always cave in.
he opened the passenger seat door and merely shoving his fiancé in there as he didn’t want to be violent.
“so you wanna tell me what’s going on?” her slurred words made him click his tongue in annoyance as he stayed silent driving off to their house.
“okay then,” she answered to his silent treatment.
during the drive home, she was kind of annoyed as he would always, without fail, squeeze her thigh and ultimately give in to his silence and explain to her what had happened.
richarlison was the first one to arrive at their door quickly unlocking the door and avoiding eye contact.
his sight finally met hers as he was pacing up and down near the stairs, biting his nails.
“well what the fuck then,” he shouted, making andrea flinch.
“well what the fuck then what? what is your problem?” she argued back, her eyebrows furrowing at his sudden action.
“you wanna tell me what’s going on between you and joão?” he shouted once more.
andrea’s eyes softened once she attached the puzzle pieces together.
“i swear, we didn’t do anything,” she protested.
richarlison rubbed his forehead, “i know, i was watching you the whole time.”
as drunk as andrea was, she went up the the 6’’ giant and wrapped her arms around him.
“i’m sorry,” she mumbled against his hot skin.
richarlison knew that she meant it, he trusted her with his whole soul. he knew she wouldn’t have done anything to hurt their love and bond.
“are you still mad at me?” she asked, looking up at him with her dangerous doe eyes.
“a little,” he mumbled, finally giving into her touch.
andrea scoffed, smirking right after, “i know something that will help you.”
richarlison bit his lip and smiled as she removed his shirt, pushing him down on the sofa to straddle him.
his lips smashed into hers to fight for dominance. her hands slithered against his neck, rubbing the tattoo he got when he was 24.
richarlison slid his hand underneath the spaghetti strap of her dress and slipped it down to her waist revealing her strapless bra.
he kissed down her neck while his skilled hands unclasped the bra that she wearing, revealing her plump breasts.
he spent no time going down on her tits, licking them, sucking them and leaving marks on them to show everyone that she was his and he was hers.
a moan escaped her soft lips that he kissed once again before undoing the zipper of his black cargos. he pulled them down to his knees before fully removing the dress off of andrea’s sexy body.
richarlison smirked loudly when he saw the wetness of her pussy.
“you’re so wet,” he groaned, “this better be for me.”
“shut up,” her face was flustered and her lips were already swollen from the kissing that they have been doing.
richarlison’s hands then circled around the start of the g-string that she was wearing to reveal her aching womanhood.
his fingers reached down to her clit and rubbed it in a circle.
“fuck,” she whimpered as his skilled fingers slid inside her pussy.
his thick fingers quickly found the spots that made her feel amazing underneath his touch. he went and played with the pace before she made the face that told him that she was about to come.
“shit, i’m gonna- gonna cum,” she mumbled, burying her head against the crook of his neck.
it was then and there that richarlison had stopped fingering her. he then removed his boxers and pulled it down to join with his discarded cargos.
his hard member was eager to fuck right into her slick pussy.
richarlison’s hand pumped his own hard cock before squeezing andrea’s ass guiding her to slide right into it.
andrea slid his cock into her aching pussy, taking it into her hand to guide it where it needs to be guided.
andrea’s breath was rapid as she let out a shaky moan.
richarlison gave her a moment to adjust to his length before he thrusted his hips forwards, thrusting balls deep inside of her.
andrea ground her hips forward to feel something and she kept doing that various times.
“you’re,” he breathed, “so tight.”
his hands rested on her hips with a strong grip, leaving a red mark on her tan skin.
she bounced on him, rapid and eager for him to cum inside.
“fuck- baby, i’m about to cum,” she whimpered on a high pitch.
“do it. come- come for me,” he commanded her.
her climate washed over her and her juices leaked out.
“more, more,” she begged, wanting more of his dick.
she ground her hips again as he continued to thrust inside her pulsating pussy.
“need you to fuck me ‘till i’m quiet,” she suggested, hinting her soon-to-be husband to kiss her.
richarlison got the memo and crashed her lips against his.
he groaned against her touch as she massaged his broad shoulders.
he turned up the pace of his thrusting as he neared his climax.
“shit- i’m gonna come now,” he growled, remaining eye contact to the flustered woman.
“mhm,” andrea moaned, barely hearing what he said, just going along with it.
he shot his seed up her pussy. he pulled out after a moment of staying like that with their pants and last groans and moans filling up the room.
“maybe i’ll let this one slide,” he joked, andrea rolling her eyes before giggling.
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lmk what u guys think, princess treatment by richy-cntrl on wattpad🤍
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bbrissonn · 2 years ago
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𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 (𝟒)
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃
he fell first but she fell harder
𝙊𝙍
two young adults become neighbors in the most romantic city in the world
pairing: kylian mbappé x fem!oc (brielle healy)
chapters 16-20
warning: nsfw content, read at your own risk
wc: 5.3k
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- July 1 2019 - 
"𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 I said and how I acted earlier. What I said, about us not working out, I didn't mean it. I want us to work out, so much, Kyky, but when you started yelling and everything I just-- I freaked out. I hurt you, and hurting you is the last thing I want to do to you." Brielle said once the two of them were standing inside the boy's apartment. Kylian let out a small sigh before both of his hands reached up to cup her cheeks, making her look at him.
"I'm sorry too, chérie. I shouldn't of had yelled, but I just needed you to understand how I felt about this." Kylian whispered as he leaned his forehead on hers, making the girl nod a bit.
"Don't be sorry, Ky, this is my fault, okay? You were right, it wasn't fair for me to tell Kenzie about everything but then not want your friend to know, I'm so fucking sorry, Kylian." She whispered back, closing her eyes so tears didn't started falling from her eyes as the image of the hurt behind Kylian's eyes popped back into her head. The boy let out another sigh before leaning in and pressing his lips softly against hers, making her hum.
"It's okay, Bri. We're okay." The Paris native mumbled as the two of them parted a bit, before leaning back in and connecting their lips once again, this time with more passion and aggression. Brielle's arms made their way around his neck, her hands holding on to the back of his head as one of Kylian's hand dropped to her waist, the other staying on her cheek.
Soon, the Healy girl found herself being pushed against the wall, Kylian's body trapping her against it as their tongues met in between their lips. Her hands left the back of his head, moving up and down his chest, coming back to her neck every now and then. A soft moan left her mouth as his lips moved down to her neck, leaving small love bits here and there before he moved back up to her lips.
Just as her hands were about to lift his shirt over his head, a loud knock came from the door right next to them making the both of the jump.
"Kyks, bro, I forgot my keys!" Neymar yelled out from the other side of the door, making Kylian let out a frustrated groan before opening the door. The Brazilian native was about to say something, before his mouth shut closed and his brows furred together as he looked between the two young adults. The way Kylian's shirt wasn't properly placed, their pair of lips swollen, Brielle's messy hair and the small red marks on her neck making him smirk.
"Were you guys about to have sex?" He asked with a teasing tone, making Kylian roll his eyes.
"Oh my, God. Just get your stupid keys and leave, dude." The Mbappé boy sassed him, making Neymar chuckle a bit at the way his best friend was acting.
"Fucking asshole." Kylian mumbled as he closed the door behind his best friend, who had quickly collected his key on the kitchen counter before leaving the place, still laughing.
"Kyky, just breath." Brielle said, placing a hand on his shoulder as she tried to hold back her laugh at how he was acting.
"No! He left them on purpose, Bri!" He exclaimed as his hands moved in the air, making the Healy girl bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh at him.
"You're cut when you're angry." The girl mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, making the boy stop his movement, all his focus going on her, and Neymar completely leaving his mind.
"Am I not cute when I'm not angry?"
"You're always cute, you're just even more cute when you're angry." She whispered before leaning in a connecting their lips, making Kylian hum in happiness as their lips moved together.
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"𝐒𝐎, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, you're really close?" Brielle asked she took a bit out of the pancakes the two of them had just made together. Well, it was mainly her making them and Kylian just being a child while she did everything.
"Yeah, even though he's eight years younger than me, he's my best friend. I used to wear number 29 because of him, it's his birthday. And my celebration, he used to do that when he would beat in FIFA and I one game I just did it and it's just my thing now." Kylian explained with a big smile on his face, making the girl look at him in aw.
"Cute."
"What about you? Got any siblings?"
"Older brother, his name's Griffin, we used to be very close when we were kids, we still are, but it's just not the same. He's doing his thing and I'm doing mine, we don't really talk that often because when I'm free, he's busy, and when he's free, I'm busy, so." The Healy girl answered before taking the last piece of her pancake in her mouth, looking over at the boy after.
"Do I need to be scared of him?" Kylian asked jokingly, making the girl laugh a bit.
"Definitely not, he's a big teddy bear and he loves everyone, nothing to be scared of." Brielle answered with a laugh as Kylian placed his hand on top of hers, making the girl send him a shy smile.
"Do you wanna go on a date with me?" He asked randomly, making the girl bit her lower lip so a giant smile wouldn't appear on her face.
"Yeah, yeah, I'd like that."
"Great. Tonight?"
"Tonight."
- July 1 2019 - 
thelocal.fr
Paris' new famous resident, Brielle Healy, seemed to have waisted no time making herself familiar with the city, and the people living there. Recently, Healy and France's new football star, Kylian Mbappé, had a photoshoot together, and from the looks of it, the two young adults have already made themselves pretty comfortable with each other. Rumors have it the two happen the be neighbors, as they've both been seen walking in and out the same apartment building multiples time, at different moments.
The comments left by Mbappé on Healy's newest Instagram post, a black heart and white heart, along with some previous comments on other posts of Healy had lead multiple fans to believe the two twenty years old could possibly be linked romantically. Healy has only been in Paris for a week, but by her looks, it's not surprise that she might of already found a partner in the city. Will the two of them speak out on their current relationship? Will they ever become more than friends publicly? Or could this possibly be a publicity stunt arranged by their managers? Subscribe to thelocal.fr to stay up to date with the couple.
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Healy and Mbappé on the girl's most recent Instagram post on July 1, 2019
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"𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃! A publicity stunt?" Brielle exclaimed with frustration as she closed her phone and dropped it into her lap, before looking over at Kylian, whose eyes were staring at the exact same article that the girl had just finished reading.
"Bri, calm down."
"No! Kyky, this is so stupid! How'd they even find out were neighbors?" Brielle asked, anger laced in her voice as Kylian's eyes kept reading the text over and over again. The two of them were currently sitting in the backseat of Kylian's fancy car, who was driven by not him since the boy still didn't had his license. At first, Brielle was a little unsure of letting some random man drive her around, but after Kylian spent almost 10 minutes explaining to her that he had been his driver for almost six months, the Healy girl slowly made her way into the car.
"Don't worry 'bout that, Bri. The important thing is that we look fucking good in those pictures." The Mbappé boy said, his eyes stuck on the pictures of the two of them, making Brielle roll her eyes.
"Wow, I just feel so much better now." The girl said, her voice full of sarcasm, making Kylian sigh before closing his phone and reaching for both of her hands.
"Chérie, stop worrying about it, okay? Let's just enjoy our night together and I'll get my manager to deal with it tomorrow morning. Sounds good?" The boy spoke in a calm voice as his thumbs rubbed small circles on her hands, making her let out a shaky breath before nodding her head slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good." She answered with a soft smile as the two of them locked eyes, Kylian bringing one of her hand up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss on it before looking out the window, one of his hand still holding on to hers.
"This is cute." Brielle spoke as the two of them walked into a small restaurant in Kylian's hometown, Bondy. The two of them were holding hands as the boy greeted who looked like to be the manager of the place, Brielle sending him a small smile as he walked the two of them over to a both in the far corner.
"That's Christian, he's one of my dad's best friend." The Paris native spoke in the girl's ear as he pulled her chair out for her to sit, before making his way over to his seat.
For the next three hours, the two young adults spent their time laughing and talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying their time together. Kylian had forced the girl to try some escargot, a loud laughing leaving his mouth as he clapped his hands together as her face turned in a funny way as she bit down on it.
"Oh my, God." Kylian said as his eyes grew big, making the girl a little worried.
"What? What's going on, Kyky?"
"My brother's are here. Eth is supposed to be asleep it's like eleven!" The boy whined as an older looking man, with a younger one walked up to their table.
"Kyky!" The younger one yelled, throwing his arms around Kylian's neck, making the boy groan a bit.
"Salut, Ethan." [Hi, Ethan.]
"Tu m'as manqué!" The younger boy said as he finally let go of his older brother's neck, but keeping his body close to him. [I missed you!]
"Tu m'as manqué aussi, petit." Kylian spoke with a soft smile on his face as he messed up the little boy's hair. [I miss you too, little one.]
"Pourquoi tu viens plus à la maison?" Ethan asked with a sad smile on his face, making Kylian frown a bit, as their older brother walked away from the table, after doing his handshake with Kylian, and going to talk with Christian. [Why don't you come home anymore?]
"Je suis très occupé, tu le sais." Kylian answered, and Ethan looked over at Brielle, who sent him a small smile and wave. [I'm very busy, you know that.]
"Est-ce que c'est à cause d'elle?" The boy asked lowly, as the two twenty years old made eyes contact for a slight moment, before the boy looked back over to his younger brother. [Is it because of her?]
"Un peu. Écoute, j'te promet j'vais venir demain, okay? Maintenant, il faut que t'aille te coucher, il est tard." [A little bit. Listen, I promise I'll come tomorrow, okay? Now, you need to go to sleep, it's late.]
"Okay, bonne nuit Kyky. Je t'aime." [Okay, good night Kyky. I love you.]
"Je t'aime aussi." Kylian said to his brother before pressing a kiss to his forehead. [I love you, too.]
"Elle est très belle, en passant. Maman dit qu'elle a hâte de la rancontrer." Ethan added before walking away, sending a small wave to Brielle, who waved back with a small laugh as the little boy skipped over to his much older brother. [She's very pretty, by the way. Mom says she's excited to meet her.]
"He's adorable." The girl stated as she watched Kylian's brother exit the restaurant, Ethan telling his brother about who knows what. When she looked back at Kylian, the boy was already staring at her, making her blush slightly.
"What?"
"Nothing." The boy shrugged off the question with a smile on his face, making the Healy girl bit her lips as she looked down at her lap, before looking back at him.
"So, do I get to know what that little conversation was about?" She asked with a smirk on her face, making Kylian tap his chin with his index finger, pretending to think about the answered, before answering her.
"No." He said with a proud smirk as a pout formed on the girl's face, a whine leaving her mouth.
"Kyky, come on! Please, I wanna know!" She whined, only making Kylian's smirk grow bigger and bigger by the second.
"No." He dragged out, making the girl cross her arms over her chest, like a little kid would, making Kylian laugh a bit.
"I'll tell you when we get home, alright?" The boy said softly as he got up from his seat, walking over to the girl and holding his hand out for her.
"Kyky, we can't just leave, we have to pay!" The girl said after she had stood up and the boy started walking her towards the exit, one of his hand on her lower back, guiding her.
"Don't worry about it, love. Chris said tonight was on the house." Kylian spoke as the two of them stood outside the restaurant, waiting for Kylian's driver to come pick them up.
"I'm cold." Brielle sated, her eyes staring at Kylian's jacket making him shake his head a bit at how obvious she was. But, he still placed his jacket on her shoulder, placing his arm over her shoulder and bringing her into his chest, leaving a small kiss on the top of her head.
"Better?" He asked as the girl wrapped her arms around his chest, making the girl nod a bit. Kylian snapped a quick selfie of them, before wrapping both of his arms around her, keeping her close to his body. Soon, Kylian's driver came and the two of them were finally able to just go home and lay in the bed until dosing off to sleep.
But, unknowingly to them, the two lovers had been caught by a paparazzi outside of the restaurant, taking pictures of two of them over and over again.
- July 2 2019 -
"𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍! 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐏!" 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 yelled softly through the door, as her hand pounded on the door, multiple of their neighbors opened their doors to see what all the noise was about, but the girl didn't spare them a glance as her eyes stayed locked on her phone. The two of them had slept in their own bed for the first time in almost a week since Kylian had to get up early for some training he had, and he didn't want to wake her up.
"Bri, calm down!" The boy whisper-shouted as he opened his door and pulled her in by the forearm, making her let out a little yelp.
"Calm down? How do you expect me to be calm about this, Kylian?" Brielle exclaimed, waving her arms around like a maniac, making the boy let out a small sigh before grabbing her arms, stopping her movement.
"My manager's taking care of it, okay?" Kylian whispered softly in her ear as he leaned his forehead on hers, pressing a small kiss to it before. The girl sigh a bit before closing her eyes and nodding her head slowly, making the boy press yet another kiss to her forehead.
"How'd you even find it?"
"Ney sent it to me." Kylian admitted as the two of them stay stood up right in front of his front door.
"Is he like obsessed with them or something? First the one about me, and now this?" Brielle chuckled as the words fell from her mouth, making Kylian laugh a bit as well.
"Have you ate yet?" He asked after a couple of seconds, making the girl shake her head slightly.
"I have some left over from earlier if you want. Come on." The boy said before guiding the girl over to his kitchen island as he prepared a plate of the left over eggs he had made for himself.
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Barely hours after we posted out previous post about these two, they were seen exiting a restaurant in Bondy, Mbappé's childhood town, hand in hand. The two truly seem to be quite comfortable with one another, and not just when cameras are around. Mbappé was seen leaving a kiss on Healy's forehead as he placed his jacket on her shoulders, as well as taking a picture of the two together.
Only minutes before the two young adults exited the place, both of Mbappé's siblings were seen leaving the same restaurant. Could this mean that the model as already met the footballer's family? Have the two of them known each other for longer than they let on? Subscribe to thelocal.fr to stay updated !
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Mbappé, 20, and Healy, 20, seen leaving a restaurant on July 1, 2019
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"𝐒𝐎, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 phoot?" Kylian asked as he threw his arm around the girl's shoulder, the two of them were currently sitting on the boy's couch, some random show playing on the TV. Brielle had finished eating only minutes ago, and the two waisted no time getting comfortable together, the Healy girl placing her legs over his lap, her head resting on his chest.
"Tomorrow. You should come."
"Need my help again?" He asked with a smirk on his face, making Brielle roll her eyes at his words.
"No, but I don't know, it was fun having you around last time." The girl shrugged, blushing a bit at her own words as a soft smile grew on Kylian's face. He pressed his lips against the top of her head before answering her.
"I'll be there, but I have one condition."
"What?" The girl asked softly, lifting her head to look at him.
"I want you to come with me to dinner with my parents tonight." He answered seriously as they stared at each other, making Brielle gulp.
"Kyky, I-I don't know. It's a bit early and--"
"As my friend, for right now." He cut her off, a pleading smile on his face, making the girl sigh as she rolled her eyes. There was no way on earth she'd even be able to say no to that face.
"Fine, but as your friend and your friend only. That means no kissing, no cuddling, no holding hands, no putting your hand on my thigh while we're eating, no whispering in my ear and no flirting."
"Yep, totally! Thank you!" He gushed before pulling her even closer to him, pressing his lips to hers, making her groan. There was no way he'd be able to go one full night without doing any of the thing she had mentioned, but what's the worst that could happen... right?
- July 2 2019 - 
"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑?" Kylian asked from behind Brielle, his hands on her hips as she finished applying her makeup, letting out a sigh as she placed her eyeshadow brush down.
"Nothing, I'm just... nervous, I guess?" She questioned herself as their eyes met in the bathroom mirror, the boy sent her a small smile before pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder.
"You have nothing to be nervous about. You're just meeting my parents as my friend, that's all, Bri."
"Kyky, my French knowledge is zero. All I can say is bonjour, oui, merci, baguette and croissant. That's it. My dictionary is literally 5 words, how am I supposed to talk with your family all night if I don't even speak the same language as them?" She exclaimed, waving her arms around, making the boy chuckle a bit.
"They speak English a bit, plus you have me, I'll be your amazing translator." He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spin as she leaned her head backwards on his shoulder, a sigh slipping past her lips.
"You know, sometimes I don't even understand half of the words you're saying. It's cute though." She said as she closed her eyes, her hands landing on his as his arms wrapped around her waist.
"Hey, at least I'm trying, not like you--"
"You said you were gonna teach me, and you've thought me nothing but swear words, Kylian." Brielle cut him off quickly, making the boy scoff a bit.
"That's not true, now you also know cute pet names to call me--"
"I can't just go up to your parents and say 'Bonjour, mon amour' Ky." She sassed him, making the boy laugh a bit at her words. His laugh send shivers down her spin, making her let out a content sigh.
"Chérie, it's gonna be okay. You have nothing to worry about, my parents already love you." He whispered in her ear, pressing his lips to her shoulder after.
"You talk to them about me?"
"Sometimes. Not too many details, though. Still gotta keep some sort of privacy." He answered before leaning down and connecting her lips with hers, making Brielle hum against his lips, one of her hands reaching up for the back of his neck, keeping him closer to her.
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"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 spent much time at his apartment before." Melissa, Kylian's older brother's girlfriend, said as she sat down next to Brielle on the couch, making the Healy girl look away from Kylian, who was currently playing around with Ethan, his nephew and his niece.
"Really?"
"Yeah, he was here pretty much everyday, and then when he met you, he started spending more time over there." The older woman added in a broken English, wiggling her eyebrows a bit as she spoke, hinting to the younger one about Kylian having feelings for her. A small tint of red took over Brielle's cheek as she looked back over at Kylian, a small growing on her face at the sight of him being attacked by the younger kids.
"And by the look on your face, I'd say there's a pretty good reason why he's always over there. Oh, and let's not forget that nice little photoshoot you guys had, or the two of you going out together, but most importantly the fact that he's always talking about you." The Healy girl bit her lip before looking around, making sure no one could hear them.
"We've kissed a couple of times." She admitted in a low voice, making Melissa's eyes grow big in excitement.
"I knew it! It was so obvious! He's never introduced a girl to his parents or any of us, this is so exciting!"
"What are you two talking about?" Kylian asked as he walked over to the two girls, sitting down right next to Brielle, making Melissa send a look to the girl, making her bit her lip as she looked down at her lap.
"Just... girl things, you know." The Los Angeles native responded as she looked over at Kylian, who had a big smile on his face. The boy was about to answer when his little brother walked towards them, followed by his niece and nephew.
"Kyky! Pourquoi t'es parti?" Ethan asked as he patted his brother on the knee, the two younger kids focusing on their mom. [Kyky! Why did you leave?]
"Ethan, j'ai besoin d'une petit pause, okay? J'vais revenir bientôt." Kylian answered as he ruffled the boy's hair, making him push his large hand away before looking over at Bri and sitting down between the two of them.
"J'aime ton habit." The smaller Mbappé spoke as he looked at Brielle with a big smile on his. The girl answered with one of her before looking over him to his brother.
"He said he likes your outfit." Kylian translated for her, something he had been doing ever since the two of them walked in almost three hours ago already.
"Merci." The Healy girl answered as she looked at Ethan, who's smile only grew wider.
"Kyky, tu devrais l'invité plus souvent, je l'aime bien." He spoke to his brother as their parents walked back into the room, having finished doing the dishes. Brielle had insisted on helping them, but they were quick to deny her request. [Kyky, you should invite her more often, I like her.]
"Je suis d'accord avec lui. Bon, Ethan, dit bonne nuit à tous le monde, c'est le temps du dodo." His mom said as she walked over to the couch where everyone was at. [I agree with him. Alright, Ethan, say good night to everyone, it's time to sleep.]
The small boy went around telling everyone good night and hugging them, only when he arrived to Bri, he froze for a couple of seconds before hugging her.
"Bonne nuit!"
"Good night, little one."
- July 3 2019 - 
𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 groan as she slowly opened her eyes, the sun shining brightly through her curtains. Kylian's breath against the back of her neck, as one of his arm was thrown over her waist loosely, making a soft smile grow on her face as the boy's small snores echoed in the room.  The girl was careful not to wake him up as she moved herself around, so the two of them were laying face to face, one of her hands coming up to cup his cheek.
Her thumb rubbed the skin under his eyes softly, her eyes breaking down all the little details about his face with a smile still plastered on her face. Before she even realized she was moving, she leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips and slowly pulling away, leaning her forehead against his.
"Morning." The boy mumbled after a couple of minutes, slowly opening his puffy eyes. Their eyes quickly met as Kylian sent her a loopy smile, still trying to fully wake up. Brielle was about to answer him when he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. The Healy girl hummed into his mouth as their lips moved together, one of her sliding to the back of his neck, keeping him close as one of his hand found its way to her waist and the other to the side of her neck.
Soon, their tongues met in the middle, a small moan leaving the girl's mouth as Kylian's hand slid down from her waist to her thigh, pulling it over his own waist, bringing her even closer to him. Brielle's free hand roomed around his boxer's waistband, before making it's way under his shirt and moving up and down his chest, making him let out a loud groan at the feeling of her fingertips grazing over his skin.
Kylian's hips soon started to grin against her core, making her let out a moan as their lips separated, but they soon met again. Soon enough, he flipped her into her back, both of her thighs resting on top of his as both of his forearms landed right next to her head, trapping her underneath his body. Kylian's shirt soon flew across the room, landing in a corner, and Brielle's shirt was quick to follow. They were now both bare chested as his mouth wrapped around one of her nipple, making her back arch off the bed as she let out a breathy moan.
"Kyky!" She exclaimed in a high pitched voice as one of his hand paid attention to her other breast, pulling and twisting her other nipple. Then, his mouth started moving down to her lower stomach, both of his hands now playing with her breasts as her hands found the back of his neck and the top of his head.
Brielle let out a shaky breath as Kylian started pulling down her sweatpants, their eyes locked together as he pressed open mouthed kiss over the skin he was exposing inch by inch. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he finally pulled her pants off, his breath against her core.
"Kylian, please." She begged in a low voice as she bucked her his upwards, desperate to get some kind of pleasure. The Paris native smirked at her before pressing a kiss to her clit over her pair of underwear, making a whine leave her mouth. Just as Brielle though he was finally going to give her some sort of pleasure, after removing her panties, his body moved back up, his lips connecting with hers.
Their kiss was quick but intense before the boy pulled away, pulling his boxers off, letting his hard cock fall right against her clit, making her let out a moan. Brielle quickly reached over to her nightstand, opening the drawer and taking out an unopened box of condoms her best friend had forced her to bring. She made a mental note to thank Mackenzie once she finally had the chance to speak with her.
Kylian wasted no time grabbing it out of her hands, opening the pack and slipping it on himself. Just as he lined himself up with her entrance, his movement paused and looked up at her, his eyes asked for permission.
"Please. I need to you, Ky." Brielle begged as she clenched against his tip, making him let out a groan before he slowly slipped himself inside of her, a loud moan leaving both of their mouths before their lips connected together.
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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 that?" Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around Brielle's waist from behind, making her lean her head against his shoulder. The two of them now stood in her kitchen right in front of her over, Kylian wearing only his boxers as Brielle had his shirt and a pair of new underwear on. The two twenty year old had spent almost a full hour just laying in bed together naked, kisses being exchanged every once in a while after they had been done.
The boy had begged the girl let him give her one or two hickeys, since she had practically made his low neck and upped chest look like a crime screen, but the girl was quick to deny him before of the shoot she had later that day. Kylian had whined a lot at her refusal, but that didn't stop him from leaving a small one right under her ear that could easily be covered up by her hair, something the Healy girl wasn't pleased about.
"You're not too bad yourself." She answered with a smile as he pressed a kiss to her cheek as she moved the eggs around the pan, checking to see if they were cooked enough yet. One of her hands reached for the back of his neck as he leaned his chin on her shoulder, making her let out a content sigh.
"My parents want you to come over for dinner again tomorrow." Kylian told her as she let go of his neck, taking once of the plates in her hand and placing half of the eggs on it and placing it on the counter.
"I think I'm slowly becoming their favourite, Ky." She said with a with as she picked up the other plate and placed the rest of the eggs, making the boy chuckle in her ear a bit before grabbing the plate on the counter and walking over to the stool in front of her kitchen island. Brielle soon sat down next to him, her head reaching for the cup of coffee she had made herself, a smile forming on her lips once she took a sip of it.
The boy watched in aw at how happy she was about her coffee, something he quickly learn she needed every morning or else she'd be grumpy all day long. Her leaned towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before starting to eat his breakfast, thanking her for the food once they were both done with their plate.
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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.
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