#neymessi fics

[sunofmoon]

Vertiginous

pairing: Neymar Jr. / Lionel Messi

notes: this is a fictional work and has no connection to reality. obviously, i have no intention of offending any of the names mentioned, this is just something that stuck in my mind tonight and i needed to get it out. i accept constructive criticism, but please be kind!

notes²: this text was proofread by this wonderful person @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou, thank you for putting up with me and helping me with my stories, i adore you <3

It's ridiculous, Leo. It's ridiculous.

Only these words can explain what I feel right now, because it is simply ridiculous and unacceptable how quickly I fell in love with you.

You, Lionel Andrés Messi Cuccittini, have always been my idol. My hero. The guy who was my inspiration to be a better player. And, honestly, I wanted to be like you. But, I swear to you, Leo, I don't know at what point it all turned into this. I mean, when I met you, when we met for the first time and you held out your hand in greeting, I was happy as a small child getting his favorite toy. Not even the fact that Santos lost that day took away the taste of having seen up close what you were capable of doing.

But you know what the fuck the problem is, Leo? It's that I'm emotionally needy. I need touch, I need attention, I need words of comfort, and no matter how much you make me strong, put a smile on my face, play games with everyone around me, I'll always be like a Golden Retriever wagging its tail in search of its owner's affection. And this is my problem, which belongs to me, but when your big brown eyes stared at me, I knew immediately that I was lost. When nothing was falling into place, when my footbal seemed wrong, when I just wanted to run away and never come back, you, Lionel, supported me. You touched me firmly on the shoulder and told me that everything would be okay.

Do you understand, Leo? Do you understand the trouble I'm in?

You are a good person. You are kind. You are humble. You are understanding. You are the best friend a person can have in the world. You are the best son a mother and father could ever want. You transform everything you touch and make all things into something better, into something more beautiful. The sun shines brighter when you smile and the sky becomes clearer and cloudless. Even the stars seem to reflect light on you.

I wish I could protect you from all evil, Leo. I'd like to share the weight you carry on your back. I would love to hear how your day went. I would love to flirt with you and be the person who makes you feel a chill in your stomach. I wish that the reason for your smile was me, Leo.

You have become an addiction that I can't get rid of. I dream at night of you in my huge bed and when the day begins, I look forward to the moment I will see you. Your messages and words are my balm, they bring me an indescribable tranquility and I feel that I could spend hours, maybe even days, talking to you. Being far away, when I would really like to be close, is torture for me.

Could I hold you and never let go?

Could your heart beat faster when your eyes were on me?

Could you think of me the way I think of you?

Could I be the reason for your happiness?

No, you don't have to answer. This answer I know.

After all, your love belongs to her.

She is the one you want to be with.

It is because of her that you unlock your cell phone every few minutes looking for any notification that hints that she has texted you or called you.

She's the voice you want to hear.

She is the one you want to marry and share the rest of your life with.

She is your favorite.

You miss her.

And I am definitely not her.

All right, she beat me to it. It's a war I can't win and frankly, I don't want to. This is not a fair competition with anyone involved. But I would be lying if I didn't say that my heart burns, that my eyes don't fill with tears every time I think about how much I want you. I, who has always been a fan of the motto "let life take me," have caught myself trying to control this whirlwind of feelings, to jump into them until they turn to dust in order to get my peace back. So I do what I do best, I lose myself in other people in a futile attempt to forget you. To get you out of my thoughts.

And I fail.

In a humiliating way, by the way.

So once again I ask you, what do I do? What do I do to get you out of me? To forget you once and for all? So that I can look at you with the eyes of a friend and not a man in love?

I want you, Leo.

I am annoyingly and shamefully in love with you.

And this is truly absurd!

I have never liked someone as quickly as I liked you and although, I don't know you as well as Antonella or Kun, I have become attached to you through soccer. No words are needed between the two of us. Just the good old ball between our feet.

For that I apologize, Leo. I am not good with words, far from it. That's not my business, talking about emotions is complicated and I could only put on this sheet of paper what my chest allowed. There is still much more to be said. So much more to be put out there. I just can't do it right now. So all I can say is that I am sorry for being this selfish guy who is throwing an unexpected passion on your shoulders without your permission. It's not your fault, but it is my.

I think I love you, Leo.

But I don't want you to feel obligated to love me back.

You were not, are not, and never will be mine.

I understand and accept it.

Maybe someday courage will knock on my door and I will find the strength to show you this letter or simply tell you what has been in my chest since the day I met you. I am afraid that my feelings will scare you, that you walk away from me because you believe this is the best option for both of us, but I chose to hide it.

My love will go away at some point, I don't know the right day, time or date to tell you, however, while it doesn't go, I will keep this crazed passion in the shadows and continue to strive to be your good friend.

Because you deserve the best, Leo.

Forever.

Even if it's not me.

[messifangirl]

are you still here :( you’re my fav messi blog and writer! have you got any recs or something new up your sleeve to look forward to? 💗

I'm still reading fic lately but not so much writing... I'm having trouble getting back into it but I'm really trying. In the meantime, I'm so happy that there are so many authors really flourishing and keeping the fandom alive. Here are my top ten favorite fics from the last few months.

Detachment by gabyteller

You're gonna wanna read the tags and warnings on this one because it is an angst-filled epic that jumps around in time through the years of Leo's career. Breathtaking at times and still a work in progress (but updated pretty regularly), I've read it more than once and it's currently my favorite fic in fandom.

Rating: M, pairings: multi, words: 103k, status: WIP

Taking Chances by loebala

Top and a bit of a dom Leo, but it's not just that it's the whole feel of this fic--Leo around La Scaloneta and the friendships and vibe is just fantastic. It's all told from Dibu's pov and it's everything I never knew I wanted lol. So smut but a whole lot of other stuff too :)

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Emiliano Martínez, words: 48K, status: complete (now with a sequel as well)

Mistakes I Made and Won't Bend by BermudaRhombus

This fic starts with Pep leaving Barca and deals with his friendship/relationship with Leo in the years afterward, up until the present. I think what I love about it is even though we've all seen how Pep talks about Leo in the press and what not, he still hasn't quite figured Leo out after all these years.

Rating: G, pairings: Leo/Pep, words: 11k, status: complete

Hope It Gives You Hell by Fanficburner

If you're in the mood for a little smutty abo, this is the one for you. And if you've been following me long enough, you know I like my abo consensual, so this one was right on the money for me. Leo's a little bit of a cocky shit which doesn't always do it for me, but here it does. Plus, Ramos? yes'm sign me up.

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Sergio Ramos, words: 6k, status: complete

I Can Feel It In The Air, Ooh Miami by ReflectionChamber

This one was a fun ride--but then again threesomes always are and even more so when everything doesn't always click into place. It starts after Leo's left PSG and has arrived in Miami, and explores how the three of them move from friendship into something more. Neymar doesn't know what the hell he wants, and Kylian is just struggling to hold onto Neymar. And then you've got Leo who's older and wiser but nonetheless invested in trying to keep his loved ones happy. I'm not a huge Kylian fan but this worked and it's well worth the read.

Rating: E, pairings Leo/Neymar, Leo/Kylian, Neymar/Kylian, Leo/Ney/Kylian, words: 114k, status: complete

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender by gabyteller

Here's another by gabyteller but I'm not sorry. This is a totally gen fic, which sometimes I dig and I think you will too. It's about Leo's troubles at PSG, dealing with shitty fans and shitty teammates and it's told from Ramos' pov as he struggles to figure out what Leo's deal is. Bonus fatherly Pep lol.

Rating: G, pairings: gen, words: 10k, status: complete

No Regrets by LeoDios

I've never been disappointed by a LeoDios fic and though a lot of times they're emotional as shit, they're always worth it. This explores Leo being back in Paris with Neymar after winning the WC. Leo's teammates are also great in this, special mentions of Kylian, Veratti and Ramos.

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Neymar, words: 8k, status: complete

Tu misterioso alguien by inkofsouls

Fairly sure I rec'd this already but if not, shame on me. Post WC, dealing once again with Leo and Ney at PSG. All from Ney's pov which is a huge fucking mess but he's got a lot to deal with so we can't really blame him lol. Really enjoyed this one, maybe because we know how frustrating Leo can be and we get to experience that along with Neymar haha.

Rating: E, pairings Leo/Neymar, multi, words: 45k, status: complete

not everything feels like something else by goodcostume

If you haven't read goodcostume before, you're in for a treat. I love their writing style and somehow everything is hilarious. This fic is Kun in Qatar at the WC--true to life he's had his heart condition so this is him on the side watching it all, or being dragged into Leo's bubble the way he should be.

Rating: M, pairings: Leo/Kun, words: 4k, status: complete

don't ever stop if you wanna be on top by goodcostume

Yes another by goodcostume so sue me. This one is the perfect smutty MSN fic that I've been aching for since 2015 lol. If it was ever gonna happen it was prob exactly like this ;)

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Neymar/Luis Suárez, 2k, status: complete

[kskssu]

childhood friends neymessi au

for you @lioneymessilva 💛

to be honest i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since i saw it on your blog

[leonsliga]

If I posted men’s football rpf fics on ao3, would people read them? 🤔🤔

[kevjrr]

Title: Bad Day

Summary: Neymar is having a bad day and he does not want company. He had made that clear but someone knocks on his door anyway. Spoiler alert: it’s Leo who just wants to help and Ney doesn’t mind one bit.

Pairing: Neymessi [Neymar and Messi]

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff, mutual pinning, very, very low key hurt/comfort

Third person’s POV

Neymar is having a bad day. Why? Firstly, Davi was supposed to come tomorrow but his flight got delayed because of bad weather. He understands, really he does, but he had so much planned as it was his day off and he could have spent the whole day with him. No interruptions.

Secondly, he woke up with the worst migraine known to men, causing him to mess up countless times in practice. To the point that even Masche had asked him if he was alright. His coach has never sent him this many dirty looks in a single day before.

And thirdly, there is a new rumor about him floating around. He has seen articles saying that he is apparently dating a Spanish model named Camila. He has only met her ONCE, at a party. He had merely shook her hand too, it was not as if he kissed her cheek or something. He has only recently broken up with Bruna. What are his friends thinking of him now?

So yes, he is having a bad day and for once, he does not want company. He is pretty sure his moody aura at training had made that abundantly clear, so why is someone knocking on his door? At - he turns to look at his clock - 9 pm?

Sighing, he chugs his glass of water in one go and goes to open the door, gasping when he sees who is behind it. It’s Leo, looking soft and cuddly in his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His irritation flies out of the window. He can never stay angry at Leo.

On the contrary, Neymar wants to hug him and never let go. He swears that one whole night of cuddles with the man will be enough to solve half of his problems. Sadly, he does not think that Leo will be down for that.

"Ney? Can I come in?" The man in question asks.

"Yes. Yes, sorry." The Brazilian moves to the side, allowing him to slip inside.

"Did you tidy up? Your house looks neater than last time." Leo comments, looking around.

Neymar clears his throat, slightly embarrassed, "Uh yeah. It wasn't looking very...nice."

The Argentine does not reply to that, he only hums. Whether in agreement or just to show that he is paying attention, Ney has no idea.

He raises a brow in confusion when Leo does not walk towards the living room, he makes a bee-line for the kitchen instead.

"Where are you going?"

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll cook something or do you want takeout?"

Neymar almost bumps into a wall in surprise. "How did you know that?!"

Leo opens a cabinet and takes a bag of spaghetti out before turning towards the younger man, "I just do. Takeout or should I cook this?" He asks again, waving the bag around.

Ney shakes his head to try to break out of his stupor. What does he mean by he just knows? There were even dishes in the sink from the day before.

He decides that it might be better not to question him.

"Take out. You don't have to cook-"

"Cooking, it is then."

"I just said-"

"Take out isn't good for you. And I asked what you wanted to eat not what I have or do not have to do. If you don't want me to cook solely because you think it'll bother me then I'm cooking because it does not. Not if it's for you."

Ney's jaw drops and his cheeks turn red. He is still not used to Leo's blatant favouritism towards him. Yes, 'favoritism'. There is no other way to put it.

For the past few months, he kept offering Neymar rides to their training centre and to his house. He would also offer to take him out for dinner or lunch or even ask him to come to his apartment to hang out. Alone. The older man would set up the Brazilian's favorite game and cook for him if he stays long enough. He has also been more affectionate, that is, hug him more often or simply linger a little more than strictly necessary whenever they accidentally touch each other.

The younger man does not know how to handle his idol, his crush -yes, he has a crush on him- sudden increase in interest and attention, so he usually just shyly goes with it. Ignoring the guys' curious looks ever time. Thankfully, none of them ever comment on it. Be it out of the goodness of their heart because they can sense that Neymar is as clueless as them or because meddling in Leo's business never ends well.

Don't get him wrong while the attention - dare he say, affection-definitely confuses him, he loves it. And he hopes it never stops. Sue him, he's getting used to it.

"Sit."

Neymar jumps in surprise.

"What?"

The Argentine chuckles and gestures towards the counter. "You should sit, instead of just standing there staring off into space."

“Do you want some help?"

"Ney, you can't cook." Leo deadpans, looking slightly amused.

"I can still help!" The taller retorts indignantly however he does not try to defend his -rather, lack of- cooking skills. He knows he cannot cook and he still has that annoying headache but this does not mean he is entirely useless. He can still cut up veggies or stir the dish.

"Just sit and relax, Ney. I got this." He replies, gently opening and closing drawers and cabinets in search of whatever he needs next.

Seeing him trying so hard to not make a lot of noise makes Neymar wonder if he knows about his headache too. No, that will be absurd.

Ney moves a can of tomatoes away before hopping on the counter. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out as he stares at Leo walking around his kitchen as if he owns it. He likes the idea of that. Of them sharing a kitchen. A house. Just the two of them owning an apartment together, waking up and going to sleep next to each other.

Ney winces lowly, thinking so hard is making his migraine worse.

Just on cue, Leo stops stirring and sets the spoon down. He then moves towards Neymar and places his hands on the counter, on either sides of the younger man's hips.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." He replies automatically. Trying his best not to squirm under the other man's intense gaze.

"You sure? Because you seemed to have a headache earlier. At practice."

"Wha-what? How-"

"You wanted to do indoor drills."

"So...?"

"You hate indoor drills."

Neymar shuts his mouth with a clack. He does hate them. And he has definitely made it very obvious with his constant complaints in the past, whenever they were forced to do them.

The sunlight was making his head hurt even more and he kept losing focus, so he decided that it was finally time to stop running away from those drills but connecting his insistence on doing them to a headache sounded like a stretch.

"Why did you think of a headache though?"

"You looked like you were in pain and you kept clutching your head. It looks like it's still bugging you, I'm sorry I didn't notice immediately. Do you wanr me to-"

"Don't apologize." The Brazilian pauses and hesitates for a total of one second before taking Leo's hand in his, squeezing it.

The Argentine gives him a relieved smile before breaking eye contact to look at their intertwined fingers. "I wanted to ask you about it earlier but you left so quickly."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I was just..." He trails off, not sure in how much details he was willing to go just yet.

Leo studies him for a moment. After seemingly finding what he was searching for, he lets go of his hand and pats his hips. Then, he backs away, going back to stirring. Neymar tries not to feel disappointed, he loved having him so close.

"Tell me if the pain increases, yeah?" He asks - demands - still looking at the dish.

Neymar breathes a sigh of relief. Not sure why he was even worried to begin with. This is Leo. Leo who will never force him to do anything.

"Yes. I'll tell you if it does."

"Good."

He smiles at the older man's approving tone.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" He asks when Leo starts to cut an onion.

"No, don't worry."

"Are you sure sure?"

"Yes, Ney. I'm sure sure." He replies indulgently, trying to hide his smile.

"Why don't you wash your hands? I'm almost done."

"Okay." He jumps off the counter and goes to wash them in the bathroom, not wanting to disturb the other man who's now filling a jug with water.

When Neymar returns, Leo was already sitting at the table with two plates of food in front of him.

He looks up when he hears footsteps

“Wait. Come sit beside me." He says when Ney starts to pull the chair across of him.

The younger man's eyebrows lift up in surprise but he obeys immediately. Happy to be able to sit closer to Leo."Thank you for the food!" He exclaims as he inhales the delicious aroma of the dish. Its making his mouth water.

"No need to thank me."

Ney smiles in response, his cheeks tinting red and takes a bite.

"It's so good." He borderline moans. The taste is divine, as always. Everything the elder man makes tastes absolutely delicious.

Leo ducks his head, suddenly feeling shy. "I'm glad you think so."

"Of course I do!" The Brazilian replies absentmindedly as he scarfs down the food.

"Slow down before you choke, Ney." The elder scolds, his ears red. Compliments from the other man always makes him blush. He was working on this problem but he hasn't been very successful.

"Yes. Yes." Neymar responds, smiling sheepishly, embarrassed.

They eat in silence, enjoying each other's company, before the youngest breaks it.

Ney can tell that Leo wants to ask him about why he was in such a bad mood in training, from his constant fidgeting and sneaky glances. He only fidgets when he's surrounded by too many people and is uncomfortable or because something is eating at him.

He is sure that despite wanting to know, the Argentine will not ask him about it. Simply because Ney had backed out of telling him earlier. After thinking about it, he wants to tell him. He wants to let it out. Plus, again, this is Leo and Neymar usually has no qualms on sharing everything with him.

The said man listens quietly, he does not interrupt once. Not even when Ney works himself up, the stress catching up to him. He just maintains eye contact with him, trying to provide him with silent encouragement and comfort. He wanted Ney to look let all of his frustrations out.

It's only when he's done that Leo moves. He takes the taller man into his arms and rubs his back soothingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Ney. Davi will come very soon and we’ll see if you can have another day off before he leaves, okay? I’ll help you ask. And none of us believed that rumor. No one that matters believe it, Ney. Promise.” He whispers into his ear, trying to get his point across. Leo hates seeing the usually cheerful Brazilian so down. It doesn’t suit him.

Ney sniffles, burrowing his head in the older man’s chest. “You’ll help?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t believe it?”

“No, Ney. Why else do you think that nobody asked you about it? We know it’s bullshit.”

Neymar giggles at his words, “You cursed.”

The older man smiles fondly. “Yes, I did.” He replied, kissing his temple gently. “And we are all allowed to have bad days, so forget about your mistakes in training. It’s normal to make them, I made some too and I didn’t even have a headache.”

Neymar lets his words sink in. “Okay.” He murmurs against Leo’s chest.

“You worried us today. Next time, don’t run away from us. Talk to us, to me. We don’t mind you being in a bad mood. At all, we just want to help.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you guys…you really don’t mind?” He hates how vulnerable he sounds with all of his questions and insecure tone. His need to confirm. But he needs to know, to make sure.

“Don’t apologize, just try not to do it again. And yes, Neymar. We, I, don’t.” Leo uses his full name, emphasizing how serious he is.

“I’ll try. Definitely.” Neymar promises, beaming up at the other man.

“Good. Now, finish your food before it gets cold.” He orders, pressing one last kiss on the younger man’s forehead. He cannot help but squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before letting go.

Ney does just that. Cheeks red and marveling at how easy it is for the older man to make him feel better. Even his headache is almost gone.

_________

And maybe, just maybe, Neymar gets his wish of cuddling Leo all night long fulfilled. No one can resist his puppy eyes after all, let alone Leo - who has no reason to even try to resist them.

[hannibal1958]

Leo! You [hair pulling kink] bastard!

for God's sake!

This man has no shame at all.

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

[mebiselfandi]

Title: Skater Boys

Summary: Neymar shows Leo how to skate

Pairings: Neymar/Lionel Messi, Neymessi

Tags: fluff, slight mentions of blood, just a scrape though

A/N: based off of these v pictures.

“Leo you look ridiculous,” Neymar sighed as he rolled his eyes.

Leo wasn’t all too sure what had convinced him to agree to Neymar’s incessant pleading to show him how to skate but he for sure wasn’t risking getting injured. While Neymar insisted that he was being overly precautious with his knee and elbow pads, gloves and helmet, Leo insisted the opposite. Especially considering that Neymar refused to even wear shoes at the very least simply because ‘it’s not cool Leo’.

“I’m just being careful. When you get hurt don’t come crying to me,” Leo argued as he buckled up the helmet.

“I definitely won’t come to you because I’m not going to get hurt,” he said matter of factly as they walked out to the empty street outside, skateboards tucked neatly under their arms. Neymar set down his board on the sidewalk and gestured for Leo to do the same, “get on.”

Leo raised an eyebrow skeptically at the board but climbed on hesitantly anyways, using Neymar’s shoulders as support. When Neymar was sure Leo was on safely, he walked in front of him and held onto both of his hands.

“Okay, I’m gonna pull you along first. Just so you can get used to being on the board while it’s moving. Okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine Ney.” However, as soon as Neymar began to walk backwards, Leo quickly planted one foot into the ground. Neymar laughed at the sheepish look on his face. “Sorry,” he mumbled out shyly.

“It’s okay. But if you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to,” Neymar managed to laugh out before he looked Leo in the eyes, a mischievous glint in his eye, “I understand if you’re too chicken,” he smiled cheekily at Leo, playing on his competitiveness.

“What!? I’m not chicken,” Leo scoffed as he climbed back onto the board.

“Oh yeah? Prove it then.”

“I will. Go ahead,” he said determinedly as he gave Neymar’s hands a small squeeze to signal he was ready.

Neymar once again began to pull him again and this time Leo didn’t stop him. They managed to slowly roll to the end of the sidewalk when Leo began to smile.

“What?” Neymar giggled out upon seeing his smile. Leo held onto his shoulders again as they came to a halt.

“Nothing. I just told you I could do it,” he beamed triumphantly. Neymar laughed at him then wrapped his arms around his waist pulling him closer until the board was between his feet and Leo was flush against him.

“I’m gonna have to push you back you know?”

“Okay go ahead I’m ready,” Leo grinned as he turned around on the board. Neymar put his hands on Leo’s lower back then began to slowly push him along. Meanwhile, Leo focused on maintaining his balance on the board. He was so caught up however he didn’t anticipate Neymar’s next few words.

“See you’re doing it all by yourself,” Neymar said loudly from a few steps behind him. As Leo realized Neymar no longer had a hold on him, his panic got the better of him and he quickly put his foot down on the ground. “Oh come on why’d you stop? You were doing so well.” Neymar sighed as he jogged to catch up with Leo.

“Why’d you let me go?”

“I thought you had it,” Neymar said defensively but Leo simply grumbled lightly, “fine let’s try a different tactic.” He climbed on to his own board next to Leo’s. He reached his hand out between them and grabbed onto Leo’s hand, “we’ll do it together.”

“That doesn’t seem safe.”

“Leo you stress too much. Just trust me, okay?” Leo sent him a slightly unconvinced look before sighing loudly and nodding his head. Neymar began to roll his board along with his bare foot, pulling Leo along behind him. He looked back as they neared the end of the street. Leo looked nervous but he was smiling anyways and Neymar couldn’t help smiling back. However his smile began to fade as Leo looked away from him and began to frown at the ground.

“Wait, Ney, watch out!” But it was too late, Neymar’s skateboard had hit a loose brick in the pavement. He tumbled off his board and landed at a nasty angle, scraping his leg across the bricks as he fell to the ground.

Leo quickly jumped off his board and ran to Neymar’s side, kneeling beside him. His panic shot through the roof when he looked at Neymar’s left knee and ankle and noticed the blood smeared against his skin. “Ney, are you okay?!” He shouted, worry lacing his voice.

Neymar groaned as he rolled around on the ground before he turned on his back and opened two teary, pained eyes to face Leo, “don’t say I told you so,” he moaned out. Leo quickly threw the boards on the front lawn of the house then scooped Neymar up in his arms.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” Leo couldn’t help rolling his eyes as he asked. He walked back up the street and entered the house, taking Neymar to the bathroom.

“Ow, it hurts Leo,” Neymar groaned as Leo set him down on the edge of the tub.

“I’ll have to clean it out before I can bandage it up,” Leo muttered thoughtfully as he examined the knee, “at least it’s not serious. You should still be able to play.” He gave Neymar a small smile and patted his other knee before turning away to the cabinet under the sink and pulling out the small first aid kit. He balanced the kit on the edge of the tub and took out the disinfectant. He soaked a cotton ball in the fluid and held on to the back Neymar’s knee as he knelt in front of him. He slowly cleaned around the wound first, making sure to be as gentle as possible. Finally with the edges cleaned he threw away the cotton in the trash and got a fresh one. He soaked that one again and paused to look up at Neymar, “I’m going to clean the scrape now. It’s going to hurt but try not to jerk away.”

He lightly brought the swab to the open wound and he felt the muscles in Neymar’s leg flex tightly as Neymar gripped onto his hair hard and bit into his knuckles to muffle his yelps.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Leo mumbled apologetically as he looked up at Ney again. He lightly stroked Neymar’s calf as the boy got used to the sensation of the disinfectant. Slowly the grip he had on Leo’s hair slackened to a light hold.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled back as he let go of his knuckles from his mouth. He blinked away the tears from his eyes and gave Leo a slight nod signaling he could continue. Leo finished cleaning up the scrape then threw the cotton ball away. He turned to the first aid kit again and dug through it till he found the box of bandaids he was looking for. He pulled one out and couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of him.

“Really Ney?” He laughed as he looked at the Batman themed bandaids.

“What? I like Batman, okay,” he said as he pouted slightly at Leo’s teasing.

“Yeah I know. I just didn’t realize you liked him this much,” he peeled the backing off the bandaid and carefully stuck it onto Neymar’s knee, smoothing it out gently. He then leaned down and pressed a kiss to Neymar’s bandaged knee and looked up at him through his lashes, “don’t worry, I’ll be your Batman,” he smiled.

Neymar simply groaned and threw his head back in embarrassment, “ugh, that was so corny.” However the deep flush on his face said otherwise.

Leo just chuckled quietly before sitting back on his heels and pulling Ney’s ankle into his lap. He repeated the same cleaning process as before on the small scrape left there from the fall and bandaged it up too then pressed another kiss to his ankle. Neymar felt his face burn up once again when Leo met his gaze as the kiss lingered a little longer than the previous one. Leo stroked his leg once more then stood up and put away the kit after packing it up. He washed off the disinfectant from his hands then dried them off and pulled Neymar up to his feet. They wrapped their arms around each others waists and stared at each other momentarily. Leo’s lips began to quirk up though.

“I told you so.”

“Shut up.”

For one of my biggest supporters😭 @seedlessmuffins I hope you like it bestie👉🏾👈🏾

[sunofmoon]

Please link that neymessi fic with ney waking up in a au

hiii anon!!

the fanfic is in spanish but nothing the translator can't help u with if u don't understand the language

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46802095/chapters/117883195

good read <3

[iloverude]

𝑇𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝟏 , Neymar and Me.

It was a sunny day in Barcelona, and excitement filled the air at FC Barcelona. I remember every detail of that day in 2013 as if it were yesterday. It was the day Neymar de Silva Santos Júnior, the young Brazilian prodigy with exceptional talent, joined our team. He was only 21 years old, but he was already a rising star in football, promising a bright future in the sports world.

From the moment I met him, I could sense his admiration for me. His eyes sparkled with admiration every time they met mine. He watched me, like a child in awe of his idol.

Neymar often stayed a few meters away from me, observing every move I made with evident fascination. Sometimes I caught him looking at me, and as soon as he felt my gaze on him, he would look away, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

There was something special about his behavior towards me.

Sometimes, I noticed subtle signs, fleeting glances, or discreet smiles, which made me think that perhaps Neymar felt more than just admiration for me. But in my naivety, I didn't understand these signs, interpreting them simply as friendly gestures from a promising young player.It might have been obvious to everyone around us, but to me, it remained a mystery. Neymar was a respectful and talented teammate, and I appreciated his presence on the team.

But I couldn't imagine that his feelings could extend beyond mere admiration for my game.

“ I knew something was wrong. But I didn't want to understand, so I preferred to close my eyes and not dwell on the subject any further. I was blind and didn't understand too much. ”

- I will make changes and update the post to add more text it's very short and I'm too lazy to wait to write everything to post looool

[le010n11]

I know valentine's day has already passed but i couldn't be selfish and keep this to myself.

i wrote a small fluffy neymessi valentine's day edition cause i needed one so bad.

(UNEDITED)

Valentine's day special.

Tbh i am so insecure about my writing, it's so childish and funny to read lmao. Probably gonna delete this later.

Apologizing in advance for any grammatical or spelling mistakes, I'm trying to improve.

Anyways hope u enjoy!

[liverpool-enjoyer]

are there any relationships in your uefa high au? If so, who are they?(my English is not englishing rn)

yeah!!! thanks so much for asking i love talking abt my lil guys :D

so theres leo n neymar. rn theyre jus friends, n tbh they dont even KNOW that theyre crushing on each other yet. but boy do i have plans,,, (tho of all the ships theyre admittedly probly gonna be the most of a slow burn)

then luka n sergio!!! sergio is crushing HARD. like almost pathetically. n eeeeverybody n they mom knows except for luka,,, oh man is he fuckin in for it

n then theres both mullendowski n,,, uh insert the ship name for lewandowski n reus here i cant remember it off the top a my head. so BASICALLY robert n thomas dated for literal years but then they broke up n now robert dates marco. theres a bit more to their dynamic but i dont wanna ramble too much lmao

n alisson n virgil!!! theyre not officially dating; theyre in a weird kinda limbo phase. not dating, but too close to be considered friends

n then theres some other like background ships!! like for example my best pal daniel aka @yudgefudge is a trentbappe guy so i plan on giving them a few mentions (i uh havent gotten to it yet but,,, dont worry abt that). n if anyone comments that they wanna see a certain ship i try to squeeze em in :))

[messifangirl]

Made by the fabulous @glamorousxoxo1 years ago...

No better time to post it.

Orange is the New Blaugrana is finally finished. 149k. Should have gone for 150 haha. Thanks to everyone, hope you like the long-awaited ending.

[kevjrr]

Title: You Came

Pairing: Neymessi (Neymar jr and Lionel Messi )

Summary: An au where Leo is a politician while Neymar is a thief and they’re in love. Spoiler alert: Ney wears a dress!

Tags: fluff, a tiny bit explicit

A/n: credit to everyone who talked about eating the rich on my dash, y’all inspired me to write this!

Third person’s POV

Leo wanders around the gigantic room, his eyes scanning each and every faces. Searching for him, for the only reason he was here in the middle of a party full of millionaires and billionaires alike sipping on their expensive wine and pretending to be saints.

He hates charity galas, the people attending rarely ever did it with pure intentions. He prefers to simply donate to the causes and do regular check ups to see if they need more of anything. Only one person can make him willingly step into this suffocating, loud room and force him to mingle with these snakes.

Leo finally sees him and his breath hitches. The younger man looks up as if sensing his gaze and smiles that cocky smile of his. He is too far to see but he can imagine those brown-green eyes shining in mischief. The man beckons towards the back door before walking towards it himself. Not forgetting to give the people he was previously talking to a charming smile.

Try as he might, the Argentine cannot move from his spot as he stares at Neymar whose long, curly black hair -a wig definitely- bounces against his shoulder blades and his red gown hugs his curves in the most deliciously obscene way possible. To make things worse -better-? It’s backless.

Leo gulps.

Is Ney trying to kill him? He has seen the younger man in all kinds of disguises but this one is a first. He already knew Neymar would look divine in anything he wears but this? This is beyond divine. Leo wishes he could worship the younger man the way he deserves but much to his frustration, they do not have the time right now.

He waves dismissively at the waiter walking in his direction and quickly follows Neymar when the latter turns around to look right at him. The smug Brazilian clearly knowing the effect his current attire is having on Leo.

He successfully weaves his way out of the crowdy room without drawing any unwanted attention. When he opens the door a hand yanks on his tie, pulling him inside and slamming him against the nearest wall.

Leo barely has time to catch his breath when Neymar kisses him and unlike his earlier aggressiveness, the kiss is nothing but sweet. It almost feels like a greeting and for a moment, Leo allows himself to dream of a world where Ney would kiss him just like this in the morning when he wakes up and and every evening when he returns from work.

He dreams that he is in his house with his bag still in his hand and Ney has just awoken from his nap -that he usually takes after his to welcome him home.

He cards his fingers through those silky locks and pulls him even closer, locking away the sound that leaves Neymar’s mouth in his memories.

A part of him adores how the Brazilian looks with long hair -he wishes he could take a picture so that he never forgets the sight- but another part wants it to be his natural curls that Leo is stroking and pulling at. However it does not matter, he thinks, as he lowers one of his hands and places it on the younger man’s slender waist, squeezing it. He loves the way the soft material of the gown feels against his palm. It is so thin that Leo is sure Neymar can feel the warmth of his touch.

They reluctantly pull away for air and the older man’s breath hitches again when he opens his eyes. Neymar is wearing make-up, clearly to sell whatever persona he has chosen this time perfectly. It’s not too heavy; smoky eyes in shades of gunmetal with eyeliner, a little bit of mascara, blush on his cheeks and red lipstick.

Leo stares and stares, not being able to tear his eyes away from the jaw-droppingly beautiful man.

Neymar licks his lips, not hesitating to do his fair share of staring as well. The eldest makes for a breathtaking sight in his back suit with an intricate floral design on his jacket.

“You came.” He says, fiddling with a gold chain that Leo has no doubt he has stolen from one of the ladies he had been talking to earlier.

“You know I will buy you anything you want, don’t you? You only have to ask.”

“But where is the fun in that, Leo?” Neymar grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The older man’s lips involuntarily curl up and he recites the three words that the other never fails to tell him whenever he says anything about his profession. His ‘motto’ as he likes to call it.

“Eat the rich. Yes, I know.”

Neymar’s grin widens and he chuckles, tipping his head forward to rest it against Leo’s shoulder. “You came.” He repeats, his voice as always carrying a surprised undertone as if Leo has ever rejected him. The former aches to punish those who have put this crippling self-doubt in his mind.

“You asked me to, cariño.” He replies, wrapping his arms around Ney's waist, pulling him towards his chest. His thumbs drawing random patterns on the bare skin of his back, enjoying the way Neymar shudders.

He feels more than sees the youngest smile.

“I love you.” Ney whispers, pressing a soft kiss on the older man’s collarbone before hugging him back tightly.

“I love you too.” The Argentine whispers back, wishing he could shout it to him instead so that everyone hears.

Leo is going to make this man his in front of the world one day. He does not care that Neymar is a thief, a con-artist or whatever else the world calls him and that he, himself, is a politician.

He’ll write new laws before he lets him slip through his fingers.

[bettercostume]

my fake marriage neymessi fic has updated. when i say slow, you say burn. SLOW! BURN! SLOW! BURN!

[mebiselfandi]

Title: You’re So Good To Me

Summary: Leo gets sick and Neymar takes care of him

Pairings: Neymar x Leo Messi, Neymessi

Tags: fluff, sick fic

Small authors note: it might have taken me over three weeks to get here but I’m finally here. It wasn’t even writers block just laziness. Also took a lot of artistic liberties with Leo’s characterization here. And uhm yeah in my head all rich people have a piano in their house so just go with it.

Anyways this is the song Ney plays:

It wasn’t often that Leo got sick but when he did it hit him hard. However when Neymar stepped into Leo’s house that morning(using his spare key) like he’d promised he certainly wasn’t expecting to enter a completely darkened house. All the curtains were drawn shut and there was no sign of Leo anywhere.

“Leo I’m here!” He called out loudly but he was only met with silence. He frowned slightly at that considering Leo never ignored him even when he wasn’t feeling all too great. He placed the container of chicken noodle soup he’d brought on the kitchen counter then climbed up the stairs to Leo’s room. “Leo?” He calls out again as he raised a hand to knock on Leo’s door. Still he was met with silence, “okay I’m coming in,” he warned before slowly turning the handle and entering the room and shutting the door behind him.

The first thing he noticed was how dark Leo’s room was. Even darker than the rest of his house. The next thing he noticed was the unmoving lump in Leo’s bed. His worry skyrocketed at the sight of the small mop of hair peaking out of the covers. In two long strides he was by Leo’s bedside trying to assess just how sick he was. Neymar could hear the heavy wheezes Leo let out with each labored breath. His chest barely rose and fell with each strangled intake of air and his face seemed swollen in certain places. Stray strands of brown hair shielded his closed eyes and he could see the edges of a beard already starting to grow. Neymar cursed himself for being unable to come two days earlier when Leo had initially called him telling him he’d somehow got a sinus infection and was on his way to the doctor. Of course he’d downplayed it when Neymar had insisted on cutting his trip short and flying all the way back to Paris just to take care of Leo. But with each moment of fun Neymar had, he couldn’t help the guilt that began to eat away at him at the thought that Leo was all by himself and sick so he ended up cutting his trip short anyway. And seeing his Leo like this, paler than usual and disheveled the guilt and worry he’d been trying to keep at bay came in full force.

“Hey sleepy head,” he whispered as he carded his hands through Leo’s tangled locks hoping it would be enough to wake him up. Groggily a tired pair of eyes peaked open over the multiple comforters and duvets and blinked blearily at him. He almost felt terrible for waking up the sleeping man but it had to be done.

Slowly Leo pulled one hand out of the blankets to weakly rub the sleep out of his eyes, “Ney?” He muttered nasally as he sat up slightly. Neymar cringed at how dry and scratchy Leo’s voice sounded.

“Surprise,” he laughed out lightly trying to quell the nervousness that was building up in him at the realization that Leo was even sicker than he’d previously thought.

“What are you-” a fit of coughs and sneezes interrupted Leo before he could finish his question . Neymar quickly turned to the messy bedside table and picked up a couple tissues from the box, handing them to Leo. He blinked away the tears in his puffy eyes then loudly blew his nose a couple times and threw the tissues into the trash can next to the bed before flopping back down onto the pillow and closing his eyes. Neymar ran his hand through Leo’s hair once more then placed the back of his hand onto Leo’s slightly damp forehead and he could feel how hot he was.

“You’re burning up meu amor.”

Leo let out a noncommittal hum of agreement as he tried to regain his breathing. Neymar turned to the bedside table again and picked up the bottle of water he’d seen lying there. He lifted up Leo’s head slightly and raised the bottle to his lips. He took a few sips before weakly pushing away Neymar’s hand. “Why’re you here?” He finally managed to get out after Neymar had let laid him back down in that same nasally voice. It wasn’t as dry and scratchy as before but it still made Neymar worry.

“What, you thought I’d leave you here by yourself? You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he tried to joke as he resumed stroking Leo’s hair but that only seemed to make Leo frown.

“I’m not tryi- you should be enjoying your holiday,” he muttered lowly as he grabbed Neymar’s hand in a weak grip, pulling it out of his hair. Neymar frowned at the action. “I swear I’m gonna be okay. The doctor gave me the medicine I need to get better. You didn’t have to come all the way here just for me,” he muttered again.

Now it was Neymar’s turn to frown at his words, “Leo you’re halfway dead, stop being difficult,” he intertwined his hand with Leo’s, “besides if you did die I’d want my pretty face to be the last one you see,” he joked as he threw a wink and a shining smile at Leo.

Leo simply sighed and rolled his eyes at the man’s poor attempt at humor.

“Have you taken your medicine yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Have you eaten?”

“I was about to.” Neymar gave him a disbelieving look.

“Come on,” Neymar sighed as he stood up and began to pull back all the blankets and duvets Leo had burrowed himself under. The older man looked tinier than usual in his oversized pajamas and fluffy socks. If he didn’t look so far gone, Neymar probably would have buried him in a bear hug at how cute he looked. Leo groaned as Neymar pulled him to sit up at the edge of his bed, “I brought you some soup. You’re gonna eat, take your meds, then take a bath.” Neymar gave him a small smile and smoothed his hair out of his tired eyes before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. He grabbed one of the blankets on top of the bed and wrapped it around Leo’s slightly shivering form then grabbed onto his hands and pulled him up till he was standing. He wobbled slightly on his legs and began to tip back onto the bed but Neymar was quick to catch him, “woah, I’ve got you,” he said as he steadied Leo in front of him.

“…mm tired. Everything hurts,” Leo mumbled into his collarbone as he fell forwards into Neymar’s arms. He pulled the blanket tighter around his body and huddled closer into Neymar who in turn wrapped his arms snug around Leo’s waist holding him up slightly.

“I know, I know but you won’t get any better if you keep lying in bed,” Neymar whispered as he once again stroked Leo’s hair soothingly, “c’mon I’ll carry you,” he muttered as he squeezed his waist slightly.

“W-what, Ney don’t be silly,” he sputtered.

“What? You think I can’t do it? Cause I can,” he sputtered back indignantly.

“Yeah I know but I can walk just fine,” Leo argued stubbornly. Neymar gave him a highly doubtful look then let him go and took a couple steps back.

“Fine then walk towards me.”

Leo took a deep wheezy breath in and took one shaky step forward before almost face planting straight into the floor. Luckily Neymar was once again quick to catch him, sending him a silent I told you so. Leo flushed deeply at his little tumble and flushed even deeper when Neymar quickly swooped him up into his arms bridal style. Neymar cooed at him as buried his burning face in his neck.

“Shut up,” he murmured uselessly. Neymar just laughed and began to walk the two of them towards the door.

“Get that will you?”

Leo opened the door and Neymar kicked it wider with his foot and continued out and downstairs to the kitchen. He set him down gently on one of the chairs at the kitchen island before picking up the container of soup, pouring it into a bowl and putting it in the microwave to warm up. He opened one of the drawers and dug around a little then pulled out the thermometer he’d been looking for. He walked in between Leo’s legs and gave him a small encouraging smile as he slowly caressed his cheek, “open up amor,” he coaxed sweetly as he placed the thermometer in Leo’s mouth. He let it sit for a few moments then pulled it out and frowned at the number. “What was your temp before?”

“38.6.”

“Well it’s at 37.8 now. Clearly the meds are working but we need to bring it down a bit more,” he muttered thoughtfully. Just then the microwave beeped and he set the small device down and headed to the microwave grabbing the steaming bowl and a spoon. He sat down opposite Leo and dipped the spoon into the warm liquid and blew on it slightly then brought it up to Leo’s lips.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked somewhat incredulously.

“I’m feeding you,” Neymar replied obviously.

“Ney I can do that myself,” he muttered bashfully, his face flushing once more.

“You’re so stubborn! Why won’t you just let me take care of you?” Neymar laughed disbelievingly. Leo was always stubborn but it seemed his sickness was amplifying his stubbornness tenfold.

“I…” he trailed off for a second, “I don’t know,” he mumbled shyly. Neymar’s gaze softened as the older man retreated slightly into himself, drawing the blanket tighter in the process.

“I’m sorry meu amor,” he sighed apologetically as he stood up, “if you say you can then I trust you.” He tapped the side of Leo’s face once before handing him the bowl and spoon and began walking away. Leo’s hand was quick to catch him by the wrist before he’d managed to get far, “I’m just going to change the sheets on your bed. I’ll be right back.”

He loosened his grip looking slightly sheepish, “oh,” he muttered as he looked away and his flush deepened further, “okay.”

“Just eat up, okay?” Neymar asked before placing one final kiss on Leo’s burning cheek and disappearing upstairs. He really didn’t want to leave Leo alone but he needed to organize that room slightly before Leo came back. He quickly threw open the windows and allowed some of the fresh morning air to come in but left the curtains drawn. He made work of understanding the dosage of Leo’s meds and changing the sheets then picking out a pair of baggy sweatpants and a large sweater for Leo to wear after his bath. Lastly he picked up the few socks and discarded tissues on the ground, putting them where they should be. When he was happy with the room he gathered the meds in his arms and went back downstairs where he found Leo taking a slight nap on the kitchen counter. Placing the meds next to Leo’s head, he took a quick peak into the bowl which was now half full. He frowned slightly but he’d figured Leo wouldn’t be able to finish it anyways. Once again he felt terrible for waking up the sleeping angel but the wheeze of each breath spurred him on to lightly rub his back in an effort to wake him up, “Leo it’s time for your meds,” how did the man always manage to fall into such deep sleeps so quickly?

Finally groaning awake Leo blinked at him once more through heavy lids before sending him the smallest of smiles, “hey,” he wheezed out as Neymar helped him sit up. Neymar quickly pulled out a glass of water and handed him the painkillers and antibiotics he’d been prescribed followed by a full measuring spoon of the cherry cough syrup. When he was finally satisfied he placed a small kiss on Leo’s temple.

“Now this one,” he gestured to a small circular container, “is supposed to be rubbed on your chest so I’ll do that once you’ve taken your bath, okay? Okay,” he answered, not waiting this time for Leo to argue about how capable he is. He got rid of the remaining soup and washed the dishes and the thermometer before gathering up the medicine again and quickly rushing upstairs and putting it back where it should be then rushing back down once again. He drew the blanket tight around Leo’s shoulders again then scooped him up in his arms and carried him back upstairs, this time to the bathroom. He gently placed him down onto the large sink counter before turning to the bathtub, opening the faucet and pouring in some bubble bath. He let the tub fill up with warm water and bubbles making sure it didn’t get too hot for Leo and when he was satisfied he turned back towards Leo who was now sitting half awake against the bathroom mirror.

Neymar sighed before walking towards Leo and standing in between his legs again, “I know you’re tired amor but we’re almost done then you can go back to sleep. You just need to stay awake a little longer,” Neymar tried to soothe Leo’s groaning and mumbling by rubbing his thighs in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

Leo rubbed at his eyes sleepily then blinked blearily at Neymar before mumbling a small begrudging, “okay.” Neymar sent him a smile again and lightly tapped his knees at his agreement to comply. Leo shivered slightly as Neymar unwrapped the blanket from his body and set it aside.

“Right, now let’s get you undressed,” he grinned throwing a wink at Leo.

“You’re so annoying,” Leo groaned out as he raised his arms.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he laughed back as he took of Leo’s shirt.

They quipped back and forth slightly longer as Neymar pulled off Leo’s socks and sleep pants, setting them aside with the blanket and shirt. Finally Leo was in just his boxers with his arms encircled tight around himself trying to keep in whatever little body heat he could.

Neymar faltered for a second, “d-do you want me to take those off for you? Cause you can do it yourself if you want…but I don’t mind! I- not like that though I just…” he trailed off as he mentally tried slapped himself. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and so did Leo’s.

“Ney, you’ve seen me naked before,” Leo muttered as he turned his head down to face his dangling feet. They both turned even more impossibly red at the insinuation. It was silly but there was no way Neymar would be taking them off when they could barely even look at each other now.

“I-I’ll just…okay,” he quickly turned around, really more to gain courage for when he’d eventually turn back around, “just tell me when you’re done.”

He heard Leo slightly shuffle behind him as he tried to think of how he’d possibly carry him into the bath without either one of them dying of embarrassment on the spot but quickly turned around when he heard a soft sigh behind him. Somehow Leo had saved them both the trouble and not only taken his boxers off but also lowered himself into the steaming water. He let out another loud sigh as he laid back in the tub, the hot water and bubbles coming up to his chest. Leo’s eyes widened slightly as he watched Neymar step forward and kneel next to the tub, reaching for the shampoo.

“Ney you really don’t have to,” he said as he caught Neymar’s hand before it could go any further.

“But I want to Leo,” he gave Leo a small sad smile at his unwillingness to be taken care of, “please let me.”

At this point even Leo was tired of fighting Neymar’s care but seeing how sad his stubbornness was making Neymar he couldn’t help but feel doubly terrible. So he let Neymar’s hand go.

“Okay.”

Neymar poured a generous amount of shampoo into Leo’s hair and began to work it through his hair. The only sound in the bathroom was the occasional sound of Leo’s wheezy sighs as Neymar massaged his scalp, making sure to properly detangle each knot. Slowly with the combination of the meds and each passing minute of this, Leo could feel his guard drop until he was all Neymar’s.

“Lean forward, I need to rinse it out. Make sure to keep your eyes closed amor.” Gently Neymar cupped and poured the hot water over Leo’s head, making sure to get it all out and avoid any soap going into his eyes. He slicked back his hair from his eyes and admired how peaceful he looked then placed a sweet kiss on his temple. Leo opened his eyes lazily and gave him a sleepy, blissful smile. Neymar sent him back a dazzling one then grabbed the soap and loofah and began to scrub Leo down. He made sure to take his time and really take extra care of his Leo. It wasn’t often that Leo let his guard down so easily, forgetting everything that bothered him, and gave himself entirely to Neymar so he always made sure he’d appreciate every single second when he did. He worked the soapy suds in between each finger and up his arms. Down his back, taking extra care to massage his shoulders slightly which prompted a small whimper from Leo. He worked the soap into his aching muscles under the water, lifting each leg up and scrubbing it clean. The whole time Leo watched him through half lidded eyes and Neymar occasionally glanced back to meet his gaze but otherwise there was a comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Finally he finished and rinsed off all the soap suds on his body. He turned around and grabbed the big white fluffy towel of the rack and handed it to Leo who stood up on two still slightly shaky legs in the tub. He wrapped it around his shoulders trying to dry himself off and keep the heat of the bath with him. Neymar couldn’t help placing a few kisses on his cheek at how adorable he looked. He quickly pulled the plug on the tub and picked Leo up once again who easily nestled his face into his neck. He placed a small kiss there and mumbled out a small “thank you” as he got comfortable in Neymar’s arms who flushed slightly at the gesture. Finally he set Leo down on the edge of the bed.

Leo watched as Neymar got out the lotion and kneeled down in front of him. He lifted each leg rubbing the lotion back and forth deeply into Leo’s skin. He inched higher and higher focused on covering every bit of slightly goose-bumped skin. Leo was still warm and his skin was soft from the bath. He let the towel drop and pool around his waist and Neymar continued with his face, back and arms, placing a kiss on each palm when he was done. He grabbed the clean socks, boxers and sweatpants and helped Leo get into them before swearing lightly under his breath.

“Shit, I almost forgot,” he stood up and walked around to the bedside table then came back with the VapoRub, “lie down,” Leo looked at him slightly skeptically, “what, don’t you trust me?” Neymar laughed as he sat down behind Leo.

“Of course I do, cariño. I always do,” he said matter of factly.

Neymar’s laughter simpered slightly and he flushed at Leo’s sudden bluntness and affection. Luckily Leo didn’t see it as he lied back into Neymar’s lap and closed his eyes. He unscrewed the tiny container and grabbed some of the strong smelling medicine and began to rub it into Leo’s chest. He listened intently to Leo’s breathing as his wheeze almost disappeared entirely with each movement of his hands.

“Your wheeze is almost gone,” he muttered into the quiet of the room. He finally grabbed the large sweater and, after making Leo sit up facing him, tugged it over his head, “see we’re done now. Wasn’t so hard was it meu amor,” he teased as he placed a soft kiss to his still damp hair, ruffling it a little in the process. He giggled when the older man batted away his hand from his hair but seeing the small smile on Leo’s face at his actions he couldn’t help but pull the man into a huge bear hug. Making sure not to be too rough seeing as the man was still sick. Leo wrapped his legs and arms around him and Neymar scooted back till he was sitting comfortably against the headboard.

He closed his eyes and stroked Leo’s back and neck soothingly as they both began to relax. However he quickly opened them when he felt something wet on his neck. The slight tremors running through Leo’s body told him he was crying softly. Leo didn’t cry a lot so Neymar’s worry quickly began to build up.

“Hey, hey amor what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” But this only seemed to make Leo let out a particularly strangled sob as he shook his head and wrapped himself even tighter around Neymar’s body, digging his face deeper into the crook of his neck. “Leo please, you’re scaring me. Can you please talk to me? Or face me? Please meu amor,” he pleaded as he brought one hand to Leo’s hair, softly tugging at the locks until Leo slowly removed his head from his neck. He took in a shuddering breath and wiped his face with the edge of the sweater before opening his glistening eyes and meeting Neymar’s worried, searching gaze.

“It’s nothing really, I just…” Leo turned his head down and took another deep breath as one more lone tear rolled down his face which Neymar was quick to swipe away with his thumb. He picked up Leo’s head in his hands and gently turned his face up to look him in the eye.

“Take your time amor. I’ll be right here waiting for you,” Neymar tried to encourage him as he swiped away another tear that rolled down Leo’s slightly puffy face.

Leo wasn’t sure whether it was the haziness of the meds or the tiredness brought on by the fever but he was feeling particularly vulnerable for once, “you’re just so good to me, cariño. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” another tear dropped, “gosh I wish I could kiss you right now but I don’t want to make you sick,” he laughed humorlessly as he sniffled lightly, rubbing at his face with his hand.

Neymar’s heart was beating so hard in his chest it felt like it had stopped altogether. He blindly pulled Leo into a soft kiss which Leo promptly pulled away from, “stop you’ll get sick.”

“I don’t care,” he muttered as he gently pulled Leo’s face back into another soft kiss. This time Leo didn’t pull away. He dug his hands into Neymar’s shirt as the other man kissed him tenderly trying to pour all his loyalty, love and devotion into a single kiss. Tears continued to trail down Leo’s face as he took in all of what Neymar felt. He broke the kiss lightly and pulled Leo closer to him, “you’ve done everything and more to deserve me amor and even if you hadn’t, I’d still be here with you.” He whispered as he placed a kiss to Leo’s neck. The older man once again resumed his previous position and buried his face into the crook of Neymar’s neck.

“Te amo Neymar,” he whispered as the tears started flowing harder at Neymar’s words.

“Shh it’s okay Leo. I’ve got you,” he whispered back as he tried not to get too emotional at Leo’s confession. He continued to stroke his back until slowly his shuddering intakes of breath evened out into slow breaths. Neymar maneuvered the both of them under the sheets and laid down on his back, still holding Leo close and fell into a deep sleep.

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When Neymar woke up a couple hours later he felt slightly panicked when he realized Leo was gone. But quickly relaxed when he heard the sound of the TV playing softly downstairs. He rubbed at his eyes then got out of bed and headed down stairs where, as expected, he found Leo wrapped up like a cherub in the living room quietly watching some movie in the dark, “hey,” Leo startled slightly at his voice but quickly relaxed, “why didn’t you wake me up?” He asked as he walked into the room and sat down next to Leo on the sofa.

“You looked tired, I figured I’d let you sleep. Besides I haven’t been up for too long,” he leaned into Neymar’s side who wrapped his arm around his shoulder, “don’t worry though. I already ate and took my meds. I even took my temperature again and it’s down to 36.8. I feel loads better now. Listen,” he switched off the TV, grabbed Neymar’s hand and placed it on his chest then sat absolutely still.

“You’ve stopped wheezing,” Neymar grinned widely at the realization pulling Leo into a huge bear hug. Leo laughed at Neymar’s contagious joy, “see, I’m a fantastic nurse.” He winked at Leo as he pulled away. They settled into a comfortable silence. “Come on let’s go back to sleep. You may be feeling better but you still need to keep resting.”

“I’m not sleepy yet.”

Neymar brightened up, “I could sing you to sleep,” he suggested gleefully.

“I thought we’re trying to sleep, not wake up the neighbours,” he teased which earned him a slight poke in his dimple.

“Shut up,” Neymar muttered playfully as he rolled his eyes. He glanced at the piano in the corner of the living room, “actually I’ve been practicing something for you,” he mumbled shyly, “I could play it for you now…if you want?”

“I’d love that,” Leo smiled at the thought of his Ney practicing something just for him. Neymar grinned widely and pulled Leo up by the arm, noting how he didn’t wobble on his legs anymore and lead them to the small seat in front of the sleek, black piano. Leo laid his head on Neymar’s shoulder as he opened up the lid to reveal the glossy keys within.

He took a deep breath in then began to play out a soft, slightly solemn tune. His fingers danced nimbly across the keys with a learned agility. Leo let his eyes flutter close and focused on each key Neymar played. The song was beautiful. Almost hauntingly so but it brought a certain sense of calming comfort to him. He could feel himself relaxing as the tune played out then finally it tapered off as Neymar finished playing.

They both sat in silence for a couple minutes before finally Neymar nervously asked, “what do you think? Did you like it?” He fidgeted slightly as he waited for Leo’s response.

He smiled lightly at the younger man’s anxiousness and placed a small kiss on his cheek, “it was perfect cariño.”

Neymar wrapped his arms around Leo tight and they sat silently for a couple more minutes before they both finally headed back up to bed.

For @dykemar … @gabrieljayzoos idk which one to tag?? But yeah as promised, a Neymessi sick!fic I hope you like it bestie🫢

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can u write neymessi with prompt 24 ❤️

Lionel Messi x Neymar jr:

prompt: you don't have to pretend you're fine

author's note: god I love them so much, the setting supposed to be psg on an away game but it's deliberately a little unclear so you can interpret it as either psg or barça, enjoy :)

Neymar let out a shuddering breath, he was starting to get cold even if he was still sweating, the chilling air of the night made his arm hair stand up. Nonetheless he kept playing, practicing tricks and dribbles and tried to ignore the pain in his ankle. Obviously it was getting worse minute by minute but Ney knew that he deserved it, he had played so badly, even missed an opportunity for a goal so he just had to go on practicing, basically in the dark, to be better. He tried a kick again but this time he felt a sharp pain from his ankle to his calf and he fell forward, his hands on his knees.

"Fuck" he mumbled, out of breath.

Neymar felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around quickly, stumbling back a little.

"Leo?Jesus you scared me. What are you doing here?" Ney had said, still a little jumpy

Lionel smiled and Ney thought he looked beautiful under the moonlight, a little blurry almost unreal.

"Sorry" he said "I didn't mean to scare you. I and I could ask you the same thing you know."

"Oh you know, just practicing a little."

"At one a.m and with an ankle injury?"

"Yeah Leo, at one a.m" Ney sighed again "I couldn't sleep and apparently neither could you. Why are you here? How'd you even know I was here?"

"I didn't. I thought I heard a door opening next to me and then I could see movement on the field from my room, figured it was you practicing instead of sleeping even if we have a flight in five hours"

Ney looked down at the grass, it was sweet and a little embarrassing how predictable he was for Leo.

"Ney look at me, what are you doing here?"

"I already told you, I couldn't sleep."

"And you decided to practice in the dark."

"Yeah I find it relaxing."

"Oh come on don't bullishit me."

"Leo stop it, I just wanted to practice, what's the big deal?" Neymar responded defensively, looking at the ground again.

Leo's voice softened as he put a hand on shoulder, his thumb softly stroking his collarbone. "Ney, you don't have to pretend you're fine, talk to me"

Neymar felt his eyes sting but he just couldn't deny Leo an explanation.

"I'm just so tired Leo. I keep getting injured and I'm shit on the field cause it hurts and people don't understand, they just don't. I try my best Leo and my ankle hurts and I'm letting everybody down, I'm letting you down and I just…I don't know" Neymar had started to cry about halfway through his speech and now he was practically sobbing.

Leo wrapped his arms around him tightly and Ney buried his face in his shoulder, mumbling "I'm sorry Leo, I'm sorry for this." through the tears; he felt pathetic.

One of Lionel's hands ended up in Ney's hair, caressing it softly, trying to calm him down.

"Hey Ney no, don't say you're sorry. You're not letting me or anybody else down, you could never." Lionel whispered softly, directly in his ear. "You always put your heart in the game, you give it your everything and we see it, I promise I see it. Neymar, I'm proud of you."

Ney raised his head, a little shocked but with hopeful eyes.

"Proud of me? Why." he said, his voice hoarse.

"I'm always proud of you, watching you grow up as a player and as a person all these years has been wonderful but now I need you to take care of yourself, give yourself time to heal. Okay?"

"You're right Leo, I'm sorry, you know I can be stupid, stubborn."

"It's okay." Leo said, hugging him again and turning his head to kiss his temple, then his hair. "I know how you are and you're not stupid, maybe a little stubborn but I like you this way. Now let's go to bed."