Request for Neymar: They're together and reader is absolutely in love, but Neymars behaviour got somewhat toxic, reader can’t take it and breaks up. Neymar starts regretting his behaviour and misses reader, trying to get her back. You can decide whether she takes him back or not :) Tysm even if you don’t do it <3
''Neymar? You finally answered.'' you gasped into the phone when you finally contacted your boyfriend after many attempts. ''Something happened? You were supposed to be at my place an hour ago.''
You reminded him. You were dressed in a long, beautiful evening dress that perfectly highlighted your beauty. You spent the whole afternoon getting ready for your date with Neymar, which the boy had promised you a few days earlier.
''No, nothing, darling.'' he replied calmly. ''I just stayed a little too long with my friends. I don't think I'll be able to meet you today.'''
''What?" you asked, hoping you had overheard. ''What do you mean, you can't meet me? Ney, you promised me.''
''Yes, but I just...'' he stopped talking, trying to find an excuse. You heard laughter in the background. ''It's a little late, honey. Go to sleep, I promise to see you tomorrow.''
You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. You were sure that if you answered immediately, your voice would tremble from the disappointment you felt.
''Sure.'' you answered briefly, not sure if you could say anything else. ''Good night.''
Without waiting for his answer, you hung up, taking a deep breath. Your lips narrowed into a thin line as you tried not to cry. You leaned your body against the top of the dressing table and stared at your reflection for a moment, overcome with sadness.
Of course you were sad. This wasn't the first time Neymar had canceled your meeting or reneged on a promise. It wasn't even the fact that you wasted an entire afternoon painting yourself, only to have your makeup smeared not by his lips, but by your tears. Your boyfriend had been treating you the worst of anyone in the world for a long time, and you didn't even know what you deserved.
That night you fell asleep alone in bed, your makeup long since gone, while you tried with all your might to calm your emotions.
The next day Neymar showed up at your door at noon with his big smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hands, and all you could do was forgive him for his earlier behavior as you tried to explain to yourself that perhaps you had exaggerated everything.
A few days later, you showed up at Ney's house as a guest at another party he was hosting. And although you knew he couldn't be with you all the time, you felt sorry for him. It seemed to you that the man preferred to spend time with anyone but you. Throughout the party you exchanged maybe two words with him before the Brazilian went to the rest of his friends, leaving you alone. You tried to talk to your boyfriend's friends, whom you had met before, but none of the conversations were particularly interested in you. You were sad and resigned to the fact that Neymar preferred to devote his time to other people rather than his own girlfriend.
You were just talking to his sister, sitting on the couch with her when you saw this. You hoped that the alcohol that had gotten into your system over the past hours had caused your perception of reality to be disturbed.
But Bruna was there. Others saw her too, Rafaella even pulled away from you so you could greet her. And that was already too much for you.
It wasn't even that she was his ex-girlfriend. It's possible that you wouldn't have minded her being at the party if Neymar had informed you about it beforehand. And if not for what you saw a moment later.
You turned your head in the direction from which Neymar's joyful and laughing shouts were coming. And then you saw him cover the distance between him and Bruna to enclose the girl's body in a tight embrace. He acted as if you weren't there as he laughed and told you how happy he was to see her.
And then it hit you he had never done such a thing for you.
Your memories took you back to the moment you crossed the threshold of his house, just a few hours early. The contrast between these greetings made your head spin. You wanted to get up, leave and never come back, but you didn't have the strength. So you sat back in your seat, watching Neymar rub his hand over the girl's shoulder, facing you and continuing not to notice your presence.
You were sure you were paler than the walls that were in his living room when you finally rose from the couch. The man immediately noticed the movement and, as if finally noticing your presence, abashedly took a step away from the girl.
''Y/N, meet...'' you gasped at his words, your lips narrowed into a thin line as you tried with all your might to keep from exploding. The rest of the partygoers also seemed to stagnate, as if they were waiting to see what you would do.
''No, thank you.'' you replied when finally your legs seemed to get stronger. ''I'll go now.'' you informed, and without waiting for his response, you passed the couple.
And when you finally got out of the building, the relief you felt was indescribable. You were like in a trance as you called for a cab, asking it to come as soon as possible. You didn't know whether your body was shaking from the irritation you felt or perhaps from the chill of the night.
You knew it wasn't over when Neymar finally came out of the house, deciding to find you.
''Y/N'' he began, walking toward you. He stopped when he was close enough from you. ''Are you on your way?
You snorted with laughter, shaking your head in pity at his question. Did he think you could have stayed here after all this time?
''Stay, it will be fun. You'll get to know Bruna.'' he said, and you couldn't help taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. Luckily for you, a car pulled up a moment later, freeing you from this awkward conversation. As you got into the vehicle, you still said the words you thought would finally end your chapter.
''Have a nice life, Neymar. Call me when you decide to change.''
A month has passed since your last meeting, during which Neymar tried to do everything to make you decide to return to him. Every day you received flowers with leaves attached to them that praised your beauty, character and encouraged you to return to a man who, he promised, would change if only you trusted him again. You had to admit that the attention the Brazilian had given you over the past month and the amount of flowers that had been sent to your home made your heart slowly soften. You knew that if you forgave him too quickly, the man would never learn the lesson you taught him by ignoring his acts of adoration.
Although Neymar had been writing to you all this time on Instagram, you ignored every word he would send you in a private message or via flower courier.
It was an ordinary day. You were cutting vegetables for dinner, with ear-pleasing music playing in the background, which was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Resignedly, you put down your knife, guessing that it was most likely a courier, since you weren't expecting anyone else.
Indeed, when you opened the door, you immediately saw the silhouette of a man dressed in clothes typical of a courier company, who covered his face with a huge bouquet of flowers.
''I told you that you can send them back to the sender.'' you informed, sighing heavily and leaning against the door frame, not wanting to appear rude and close the door in his face. You didn't have time to react when your gaze went to his hands, noticing the tattoos sticking out from behind the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
''Even if the sender deeply regrets everything he has done?'' Neymar asked, lowering the bouquet more down so you could see his face. You sighed heavily and were already about to close the door in front of him when he stopped you with his strong hand. ''Please, just talk to me. I expect little.''
You raised your eyebrow up, feeling like parrying with laughter.
''That's interesting, because I apparently expected too much this way.'' you said, making Neymar sigh heavily, lowering his head.
''I know I messed up, Y/N.'' he informed, making you nod your head, your face expressing mockery and resentment towards your former lover. ''But please, I just want to talk to you. Just five minutes of conversation.''
You sighed with resignation and then stepped back a bit in the doorway so that he could come inside. A slight smile appeared on his face, and there was hope in his eyes as he crossed the threshold of your house.
''So I'm listening.'' you said, continuing to stand at the door, now closed. Neymar extended his hand with flowers in your direction, but seeing your reluctance, he lowered it.
''Y/N, I want to say that I don't know why I was such an idiot.'' he began. ''I can't even find an explanation why I treated you like this for so many weeks. I know you didn't deserve everything I did. But I'm asking you for one more chance, and I promise you that if you just give it to me, I'll do everything to make you happy. And so that I won't cause your sadness again.''
You nodded your head when he finished speaking. Your lips narrowed into a thin line as you pondered what you should answer. You contemplated whether it was worth it, whether you should forgive him and risk entering this relationship again. Your loved ones had always warned you that you don't step into the same river twice. Still, something told you that things might take a different turn this time. So you took a deep breath, finally making the decision that seemed most appropriate for you at that moment.
