#neymar drabble

[nymrs]

ney with an introvert shy gf

#4. OPPOSITES ATTRACT | Neymar Jr

Neymar and you were complete opposites. He loved being around people and would never mind being the centre of attention. Singing and dancing in public - an everyday thing for him. You on the other side had to really get used to people before finally opening up and showing your fun side. Whenever Neymar and you would attend a public event, you couldn’t wait to finally go home. In the beginning of you two dating, when you were just hanging out with his mates, you would simply chill there and actually never say anything until you had to. Since you had his friends and teammates around you all the time, it got better for you of course. When it came to paparazzi and Neymars fans though, you couldn’t seem to jump over your boundaries. They knew who you were, what you looked like, but you’d always turn stiff and silent when a camera was around.

And that was the exact same case now. Neymar and you had to attend one of his clubs public events. You’d prefer to stay home and wait for him, but you couldn’t leave him hanging. It was a very important event for Ney and his mates' wives and girlfriends would be there too. "Minha beleza [my beauty]", he smiled watching you from the doorway, "Você está lista? [are you ready]" You took a last glance into the mirror and sighed, "I'm not sure. I'm still torn between this dress and the black one. What do you think?" The dress you wore was simple, but it was a bright red. Usually, you’d prefer to wear something more decent, but Neymar bought you the dress some weeks ago, saying you should save it for a special occasion. You knew he would love to see you in it, but you disliked wearing bright colours in public, you didn’t want to stand out. "I love seeing you in red, you know that", he winked and took a few steps towards you. You chuckled before he finally put his arms around your waist and placed a shirt kiss onto your lips. "Don't worry babe, you're gorgeous."

At the event, the two of you were seated with the rest of his club, having dinner and casually talking to each other. When Neymar and the boys had to give some interviews, you decided to spend the time with Antonela and Jessica. Whatever these two have been talking about, you didn’t even care to listen - Neymar was the only one you gave your full attention to. Him in a suit. You didn’t know what exactly it was, but it just made you weak, no matter how often you’ve seen him in these clothes before. While your eyes wandered up and down his figure, you didn’t even realise he was walking towards you until he finally stood right in front of you with a huge smile on his face, “Enjoying the view?" You looked up at him, then quickly took your eyes off him again as you tried to hide the fact you were blushing. "Time for the carpet", he said, holding out a hand for you. You stared at him in confusion, not quite understanding his gesture. "Are you finally coming with me?", he asked as he noticed your irritation. "On the carpet?", you scoffed, "No way Junior."

"It’s only for a few photos, you don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to talk. Just pose in front of the cameras a little. For me?", Neymar tried to convince you but you responded by shaking your head from left to right, repeating this movement again and again. "As you know, I'm allergic to cameras." He sighed at your sarcasm, his lips in a thin line. The pleading look he gave you was his last try to get you to go with him, but you ignored his pout and took out your phone of your clutch. With his hands in his pocket, he slowly started stepping away from you. You chew on your bottom lip, knowing damn well you disappointed your boyfriend – and you felt guilty. His mates entered the room, coming back from taking pictures; Lionel with Antonela, Marco with Jessica, Marqui with Carol. It would only be Neymar all alone again. You rolled your eyes at yourself, pushing your phone back into your clutch and started jogging after Neymar. He instantly recognised your small steps and stopped his walk. "Thank you", he whispered, giving your hand a light squeeze after intertwining it with his. You entered the hall and your heart was racing due to the amount of people watching you, all cameras directed at the two of you. Neymar led you to the middle of the carpet and naturally started posing. You tried your best to not freak out, but you flinched at every flash and held your breath whenever someone was calling your name. You weren’t used to it, it felt unnatural and awkward to you. Your eyes started blinking heavily, there was no way you could take another flashlight right into your face. Instinctively, you pulled Neymar closer to you and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He first was confused as you did so, but also couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you were. You practically felt how his lips formed a smile, which made you grin to yourself while you were still hiding from the photographers. "Our photos are for sure going to be different from all the others", he chuckled lowly. The feeling of excitement inside of you rose, but to your surprise, in a positive way. You imagined what the journalists got to see now and realised how random you actually were. "What?", Neymar asked when he heard you laughing quietly. You were unable to hold back another laugh. "You really are special, like very very special", Neymar grinned as you finally pulled away from him and stared into his eyes. The two of you simply looked at each other for a short time and then bursted out in laughter. Hearing Neymars laugh made you laugh even harder. Seeing you holding onto your belly, squinting your eyes while still having an arm wrapped around him made him laugh even more. Even the photographers couldn’t stop themselves from smiling at what they’ve just captured. "I'm so sorry", you managed to shout out as Neymar and you were about to leave the carpet.

Returning to your shared house, you continued apologising to your boyfriend. "I don’t know what got into me. I guess it was the nervousness and excitement", you explained yourself. Neymar laughed it off as he got out off his jacket. "Y/N, babe, não se preocupe [don't worry]. Thank you for going with me and making it so much fun. I’d love to see pictures they took", he reassured you, cupping your face between his hands before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips. "Do you think they already released some?", you said, scrolling through your TikTok for you page when you saw they did, indeed. "Ney, olha [look]!" Some fans were fast enough to make edits about your appearance and you were in love with those edits - you watched how you hid your face in his neck, the way he wrapped his arms around you while looking down at you in full adoration, this smile you loved so much forming in his face. The way you both didn’t stop laughing and never let go of each other while doing so. You’ve actually forgot everything around you for a short period of time, blocking out the cameras and photographers, and just enjoyed each others company. This unconditional love could literally be felt through this little screen you were watching those edits on. You smiled to yourself when you noticed Neymar hugged you from behind, watching those edits with his head placed onto your shoulder. "Eu te amo meu anjo [I love you my angel]", he mumbled, pressing a soft lips on your cheek.

[pedrisgirl]

mission accomplished · neymar jr

pairing; neymar x actress!fem!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; swearing (the word dumbass) but other than that none i think?

authors note; my first imagine ! hopefully its not too corny and horrible, anyway hope u enjoy! requests are open

you and neymar were both on the plane back home, after spending a blissful week vacationing, you knew you had to eventually go back to your normal lives, with you being an actress, and him being a footballer, you dreaded going back home, knowing you would have to work again. 

“ugh, i hate this.” you whined, stretching on the uncomfortable plane seat, which you’ve been sitting on for quite literally; 5 hours. 

you’ve been trying to get some sleep, so that way, you wont have to go to work exhausted, but clearly, your attempts weren’t working. 

turning in his chair, neymar looks at you, “why, what’s wrong amor?” he said softly, not wanting to wake up the other passengers on the plane. 

you could tell that he, aswell, was also having the same issue. 

“i’ve been trying to sleep for so long, but for some reason my dumb brain just wont shut off.” you pouted.

“hey, hey, hey, stop right there, dont insult that pretty brain of yours, if you wont appreciate it then i will.” he whispered back.

“it also keeps you alive bebe, what would i do without it?” he sighed dramatically, you could feel his gaze on your face, but you kept your eyes closed, hoping that would bring you to sleep.

“the heart is what keeps you alive dumbass.” you chuckled softly, “meu deus this is what happens when i try to be romantic. remind me to never do that again.” he laughed. 

“i think its cute actually, thank you for the compliment.” 

you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, he was smiling and you didnt know why. 

“whats the smile for?” you tell him, knowing that you probably have the same look mirrored on your face, but who cares right?

“nothing amor, you’re just cute when you’re tired.” he laughed, the dim light making his features look slightly blurry, but nevertheless, his eyes held that same sparkle that he reserved only for you. 

“shut up, all i did was complain anyway.” you rolled your eyes playfully and turned your head, trying to hide the blush slowly appearing on your face. 

he softly cupped your chin in his hand, turning your head to face him, “i love it when you’re snarky.” he whispered, closing the gap between you, his lips were delicate against yours, as if they were designed to fit together perfectly. 

the feeling was pure bliss, and you weren't sure if it was because it was 4 in the morning or if you were just exhausted. either way, you loved of sleepy neymar.

you slowly broke apart, looking into eachothers eyes, and laughed at how tired you both looked, but, instead of trying to sleep anymore, you both talked about anything and everything.

your talks consisted of random things, whatever topic entered your minds, you talked about. wether it was stupid, or deep, he listened, and you appreciated that. 

somewhere in the conversation, you felt your eyes drooping, sleep slowly overtaking you, yet you still made sure to mumble a “mhm.” and a “yeah.” to make sure neymar knew you were listening. 

eventually, the feeling got too overwhelming, so you just decided to give in, falling asleep to neymars voice, appreciating his presence and snuggling into his warmth. 

“you know, i would like to have a cat and a dog one day, maybe it would fix the rivalry you know?” neymar mumbled, and when he noticed the silence on your end, he turned his head and found you sleeping on his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing even. 

he smiled softly at the sight, you looked so beautiful. he wondered how he got so lucky. “eu te amo.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead. 

he eventually fell asleep as well, with his head resting on top of yours. glad that you weren’t struggling anymore. 

mission accomplished, he thought. 

[nymrs]

can u write something about Neymar begging reader to make tiktoks with him

#1. LAMBADA | Neymar Jr

Sorry if this is bad, didn’t write for such a long time

"God Ney, what are you doing?", you shouted out. You were in the bathroom getting ready for todays dinner when you heard the same song play over and over again. It was Lambada by Kaoma. Admittedly, you loved the song, but it started getting on your nerves after listening to it for probably the fifth or sixth time.

Neymar didn’t respond, so after putting on your red lipstick and quickly fixing your hair, you rushed out of the bathroom. You thought he fell asleep, which would be an explanation for the endless loop of the song. Slowly opening the bedroom door, you saw your boyfriend dancing around the room as he kept on turning around to check himself on his phone that seemed to record Neymars moves. Every time he faced his phone, he would stick his tongue out and do a little jump. Though you didn’t want to disturb his sweet dance session, you couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made him jump up and look back to you. He started laughing as well, then softly dragged you into the room. "TikTok huh?", you smiled. He nodded as the song continued to play. Neymar put one arm around your waist, his other hand intertwined with yours. The two of you slowly started moving back and forth with the rhythm. "But it’s not a song you dance to alone", he winked at you, a big grin appearing on his face. You shook your head from left to right, "I love our little dances but they're not going on TikTok." He pouted and repeatedly kissed your cheek. "Please, let’s just do it for fun. It’s not serious", he said in between the kisses.

"No Ney, no." You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he pulled you even closer. "And if we just do it for ourselves? Maybe you’ll like it and even let me post it", he smirked, looking you deeply in the eyes. You let out a sigh, "Fine." Neymar happily smiled and kissed your cheek once more before you found yourselves dancing around the room again. His arm around your hands, your hand intertwined with his and him singing along, you even forgot that you were being recorded. You were simply enjoying this sweet moment the two of you shared. At least until he picked you up bridal style and swung you around while shouting "Dançada lambada". You wrapped your hands around his neck and started laughing before getting lost in his beautiful sparkling eyes that gazed at you in absolute love and admiration. "Eu te amo", he mouthed and placed a short but loving kiss onto your lips.

"Post it", you mumbled as you rewatched the video countless times. "Really?", he made sure, his eyes widened in excitement. You nodded in agreement. Usually you didn’t like being posted that much since Neymar and you announced your relationship publicly not too long ago, but you weren’t able to take your eyes off the video. You were still nervous as you finally watched him posting it onto his TikTok. Neymar looked up at you, grabbing your hand while you were deeply breathing in. "Don’t worry meu amor, they’ll love you for bringing out my silly side." And he wasn’t wrong about that. His fans loved the video and were hoping for many more to come.

[nymrs]

Would you please write an imagine about Neymar and the reader celebrating a big win. (Fluff) I totally understand if you are unable to do this. 🫶

#5. CELEBRATIONS | Neymar Jr.

Your heart was racing, you were so anxious you could swear there were pearls of sweat running down your forehead. The whole stadium watched your fiancé. It was the Champions League final and if PSG scored their penalty now, they would win. You prayed to God, knowing Neymar would fully blame himself if they’d lose. He got into his position and jogged towards the ball after hesitating for a moment. The moment he kicked, you squinted your eyes together, unable to watch because of the nervousness and adrenaline running through your blood. A moment of pure silence, then being interrupted by cheering and clapping all around you. You opened your eyes to see the PSG team hugging Neymar, holding him up until the whole group finally fell to the ground. And this was the moment you knew, he made it, my fiancé fucking made it. The adrenaline turned into happiness and joy that was showing by your eyes tearing up. Rafaella, who attended her brothers important match, pulled you into her arms, tears streaming down both your cheeks. Pulling away, she softly stroke your arm, "Go down there, he’s probably waiting for you already." You glanced over to Neymar. He was watching you while his mates couldn’t seem to stop expressing their overflow of positive emotions by hugging him and jumping around. You ran down the stairs, the security men already opening the barriers for you and the other relatives of the new champions. The field was crowded with the teams' families and friends, while Neymar simply stood there with the biggest smile on his face, stretching out his arms for you. "You made it babe, you really made it! I’m so proud of you, I love you so much", you exclaimed the moment you crashed into his arms. He hugged you tight, holding you up a little bit before placing a kiss onto your lips. Once you pulled away from each other you saw the tears in the corner of his eyes. You continued praising him before he cut you off, "I wouldn’t be able to do this without you Y/N." You looked at him in confusion, the grin on your face did not disappear while you shook your head. "But Ney, I didn’t do anything. This is you. You made it, just like I knew you would." His thumb softly stroke your cheek. "But who supported me through it all? Who had to keep up with my moods; motivate me whenever I was about to give up – who kicked my ass the times I’ve been too lazy to train, and who made me play in ease, letting me know that no matter the outcome, I'm being loved and appreciated? It’s you, and if it wasn’t for you, your support and your love, I would’ve lost all motivation long ago", he paused for a second, "We won the Champions League, but I won in life, with you." You wrapped you arms around his neck and pulled him closer as you didn’t stop telling him how much you loved him. Before you could even pull away from each others lips, you saw Sergio running towards the two of you, with an open champagne bottle pointing at you. "Sergio, no!", you squeak, but he only laughed at your scared facial expression and got you soaked in champagne. Neymar was amused by your angry glare. "Champions! We are the champions", Sergio started singing and wrapped an arm around your fiancés neck, both of them jumped while Neymar grabbed the bottle and took a big sip. You didn’t like the idea of going home smelling like nothing but alcohol, but your worries and madness instantly disappeared the moment you saw Neymar celebrating their victory and finally being highly appreciated not only by the team, but even the fans that used to shit talk about him. It was literally Neymars day, and you were endlessly grateful for being able to celebrate with him and possibly even contributing to his motivation.

[nymrs]

#3. HOMESICK | Neymar Jr

SUMMARY: You're moving to Paris to live with Neymar, but soon start to miss your old home.

Still half asleep, you stretched out your hand to the other side of the bed, only to realise your boyfriend wasn’t there. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the mess he left behind - his shirts, shorts, socks. Some of his belongings where thrown on your shared bed, others didn’t even make it there and were simply left on the floor. "Fucking pig", you groaned and covered your face with the blanket, taking a last deep breath before finally dragging yourself out of the bed. You were about to put on your morning gown when you heard your two dogs scratch the door, begging for you to open it. "Good morning babies", you squeaked, caressing their petite bodies, "Are you hungry?" You entered the kitchen, filling their bowls and switching on the coffee machine when you noticed a small note on the kitchen counter. Tried your dads recipe, I hope you like them :) te amo minha gata. Smiling to yourself, you removed the note. He really tried to make your dads 'magical sandwiches', like he called them. Your dad apparently put some special ingredients in them, something he has told no one about - except Neymar. Neymar knew you would miss your family and your family’s traditions, just like those special sandwiches every sunday, so he did everything he could to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

Enjoying your sandwich, that unexpectedly was as good as your fathers, you again started to feel weird being alone in such a huge apartment. The only noise was your dogs running around.

Needless to say, you loved living with Neymar. After being in a long distance relationship for over a year, you were now lucky enough to finally have him around you every day, but you had to admit you felt a little lonely in Paris. He was always busy with training and meetings, while you stayed at home, cleaning and cooking, taking a walk with the dogs, waiting for him to finally come home. You barely knew anyone there. Neymar has of course introduced you to his friends and his teammates girlfriends and wives, but you weren’t close enough to call them over and hang out. Nevertheless, you kept telling yourself that it’s been just the first three weeks, it would get better.

You were about to go out with the dogs, when you got an incoming FaceTime call from your sister - or at least you thought it was your sister. Answering the call, you saw your two nephews widely smiling at the screen. They kept on telling you how much they missed you and asked when you'd finally visit them again. Oh God, if they only knew how much you missed them. The call ended, and so did your good mood that you had while talking to them. Finally, you broke out in tears as you looked around the house and realised all this simply wasn’t yours, it wasn’t your home yet. You quickly walked up the stairs to your bedroom and hid yourself under the blanket, putting on some random Netflix series and scrolling through your phones gallery until you dozed off.

When you woke up from your nap, you could hear Neymar talking on his phone downstairs. You rubbed your eyes, trying to act as normal as possible. Neymar put so much effort into your well-being, you didn’t want to let him know how you actually felt sometimes. "Alright, talk to you later. Bye", Neymar hung up when he saw you entering the living room. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from behind, "Hey babe. How was your day?" He turned around to give you a quick kiss when he saw your red puffy eyes. "What’s wrong? What happened?" You looked at him confused and tilted your head to the side. "You’ve been crying. Did anything happen? Are you okay?" Slowly shaking your head, you put on a fake smile. "I'm good babe, really", you pulled him closer, leaning your head against his chest, "Thank you for the sandwiches." Neymar proudly smiled and softly ran through your hair, "Did you like them?" He placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead before pulling away from you. You nodded in response. Neymar still didn’t believe you were fine, but he decided he would wait until you felt like talking about it. "What did you do today?", he asked, dragging you onto the sofa he just dropped himself on. "Uhm, nothing much actually. My nephews called me over FaceTime", you grinned remembering how happy they got the moment they saw your face. "You miss them, hm?", he wiped away the tear that you didn’t even realised was rolling down your cheek. Now that you were thinking about it again, you couldn’t stop yourself from quietly crying. Neymar pulled you onto his lap and started stroking your back, you hid your face in his neck. "Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you meu anjo", he whispered.

"No Neymar, you’re perfect. You’ve done enough for me already", you sobbed and lifted your head up. The two of you remained silent for a bit. "You know what?", he spoke up, you hummed in response, "I'll take a few days off. And you decide what we’re doing, okay? Whether it’s visiting your family, them coming over here, uh… hanging out with my mates, going somewhere else, spending time alone. Whatever you want meu amor. Just tell me."

That was one of the reasons you loved him so much - he never failed to show how much he cared. No matter what was going on, Neymar was the only one that could put a smile on your face again.

"You really don’t have to do that Ney. I know how important training is for you right now", you said. "Nothing's more important than you, Y/N. Look at what you’ve done for me, leaving your family and friends, literally leaving everything behind. That’s the least I can do." Your lips formed a huge smile before you crashed them onto his. "I love you. Thank you."

"I love you Y/N, so much."

[nymrs]

i told you so part 2?🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I TOLD YOU SO [II] | NJ, KM

Summary: Kylian kind of messing up your birthday party, Neymar confronting him afterwards

Genre: fluff (Neymar), a small amount of angst (Kylian)

Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar

It was your birthday, the night of the party you wished Kylian would attend. Ever since he told you about his date, you haven’t even talked to each other. He messaged you a few times, asking you to come over, but didn’t seem to care when you left him on read without giving him an answer. Even though you missed him, you felt good putting yourself first.

The party went better than you thought, you were able to distract yourself from any negative thoughts and appreciated having your favourite people around. "Where’s Kylian?", one of your friends asked after following you into the kitchen. Taking a cold bottle of water out of the fridge, you shortly froze at the mention of his name. Turning around to face her, you attempted to play it cool, "He’s not coming." She furrowed her brows at you. "Why not? I thought you were so close." Your eyes rolled at her question, though you tried to hide your downcast expression. "I didn’t invite him", you coldly responded and rushed over her. "I feel like there’s something you haven’t told me yet", she insisted. You took a deep breath, "Can we talk about this later? I don’t want to discuss this out on my birthday." She understandingly nodded, "Sorry." Through the light pain you felt, you smiled at her and tilted your head. "Forget about it. How about a round of shots?" The pair of you giggled and went back to the rest of the group.

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"So I died my hair blonde okay, and no joke, she did the same, one. week. later", the girl sitting across from Kylian laughed out before sipping on her champagne glass once more, "She’s obsessing over me, just because I've been on a date with her boyfriend. Months ago! I mean, I never really cared about him. He’s not even my type. The only reason I went on this date was pure boredom. Seems like he never got over me rejecting him… Kylian?" He was on his phone, rewatching your instagram story again and again. Him not being invited to your party kind of made him feel offended. Kylians date repeated his name several times, slightly pushing his hand until he finally looked up, "Huh?"

"Are you even listening to me?", her face scrunched up as her eyes moved back and forth between Kylian and his phone, which he quickly locked. "Honestly, no." Her lips parted in shock, discomfort showing in her face. "I gotta go now. It was nice seeing you", was all he said, not even dedicated a glance to her, before he finally got up from his chair, paid for himself and walked out of the restaurant.

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The atmosphere at your party was at its best as you played drinking games and downed one shot after another. Neymar and his mates avoided drinking too much of alcohol in case any of you girls felt bad or needed help.

Currently you were playing "Never have I ever". Neymars friend Gil read out the questions. If you’ve done one of the said things, you had to drink your shot. When Gil read out a dirty question and you quickly downed your shot, Neymar widened his eyes at you. "Damn Y/N, I didn’t want to know that", he spoke up jokingly, his chuckle being interrupted by the door bell ringing. You were about to get up, but your brother insisted he would go for it. "What the fuck are you doing here?", Neymar asked when he opened the door to find the uninvited visitor. "It’s Y/Ns birthday and no one told me?!", Kylian complained, lightly pushing Neymar to the side in order to enter the house. "I can't recall her inviting you." Kylian looked around the decorated house and nodded as he enjoyed some of the snacks he found. "Yeah and I'm actually pissed about it." Neymar scoffed in disbelief. "You didn’t even remember it’s her birthday, so-" He got cut off by you entering the room. "Who is it Ne- Oh." For a few seconds, you silently stood in front of Kylian who kept on searching for something of his taste at the snack bar. "Happy Birthday princess. Forgot to tell me about your party hm?", he greeted you. Neymar rolled his eyes at him before deciding it would be the best to leave the two of you alone. "I thought you’d be on a date", you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He tried to talk through the bunch of grapes that filled his mouth. "Didn’t go as planned. Nevertheless, what’s up with you? You’re not answering my calls and texts, now you didn’t even invite me to your birthday. I could’ve used you sometime this week." He wiggled his eyebrows while you just raised one at him. "Yeah, you could use me, the only thing you need me for."

"Girl what? We’ve agreed on this friends and benefits thing", he said, "You could’ve just told me if you got uncomfortable with it. Adding to that, I've told you I don’t want anything serious. You’re my best friends sister, I wouldn’t play you like that."

"Your best friends sister? Is this all I am to you?", you cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Y/N, what got into you? I thought we were just having some fun, what are you making a scene for?" "Damn, you really don’t get it do you? I'm not spreading my fucking legs for just anyone!" As a tear rolled down your cheek, it suddenly hit him. You liked him more than a friend and he was too blind to see. "I'm- I'm sorry Y/N, I had no idea. I never meant to hurt you", he stuttered out as you couldn’t even stop the tears from flooding. Neymar walked in the room to check up on you, only to find you hiding your face behind your hands and crying bitterly. He quickly rushed up to you, wrapping his strong arms around you. Kylian was trying to explain himself, but Neymar didn’t let him. "Leave. Now", he glared at him. Kylian tried to continue, but he was lost for words. "I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I… I hope the rest of the day goes well for you."

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With Kylian leaving, your good mood was gone as well. Neymar asked everyone to leave and suggested spending the rest of the night watching movies when you’ve finally calmed down.

You just came back from showering, already getting comfortable in your pajamas, when Neymar jumped up from the couch. "I'll go get some snacks, do you want anything?", he asked, pulling his car keys out of his joggers. "No, thank you. Hurry up though, or else I'll fall asleep", you softly smiled at your brother in gratitude. He didn’t only go to grab some snacks, but discuss things out with his former best friend. Luckily, Kylian just got out of the cab when Neymar parked in front of his house. Neymar stepped out of his car and noticed a girl following Kylian, their hands intertwined. When Kylian realised who stood there, he simply looked at him in confusion. "We need to talk", Neymar said, expecting that girl to leave, but she only tightened her grip on Kylians hand. Kylian was tipsy, but she was drunk as fuck. "Can y'all do this later? We were just about to…", she blabbered, holding onto Kylians arm as she was about to stumble her way to his entrance door. "You were about to get your ass back in that cab and let us talk, alright?" Her eyes widened at Neymars words.

"You’ll just let him talk to me like that?", she looked at Kylian, who didn’t take his eyes off Neymar. "Do as he said", he coldly responded. She made her way back to the cab, cursing them out inaudibly. "So what do you want to talk about?", Kylian finally spoke up to break the unbearable silence. "My sister, obviously", Neymar started, "I never supported what the two of you had. I knew you would hurt her. This situation isn’t anything I didn’t expect. But leave her alone now. Just fucking drop it. Even if she gets weak and tries to contact you, don’t even think of replying. If I ever happen to see you close to her, or even just message her, I swear to God Kylian, I'll forget myself." Kylian remained quiet, feeling a strike of shame as he listened. "Did you hear me?", Neymar said, soft but still in an angry tone. "I’ll leave her alone. Just take care of her and make sure she’ll be alright, okay?" "Bet on it", Neymar reassured him, glancing over at him one last time before getting into his car and driving home to you.

"Finally! What took you so long?", you shouted out the moment you heard the entrance door open. "Sorry pequena, they didn’t have your Ben & Jerrys so I had to find it somewhere else." You couldn’t hide your big smile when he handed you your favourite ice cream. "You’re the best, honestly", you squeaked out. "I know, I know", he laughed. Neymar watched how happily you ate your ice cream, the way you giggled at the silliest parts of the comedy movie, and in that moment he promised himself, he would never let anything or anyone hurt his little sister ever again.

[nymrs]

#2. CAN'T FORGET | Neymar Jr.

SUMMARY: Seeing Neymar for the first time after the break up.

"Another three tequila shots", you ordered at the bar, unable to hold back your laughter while your friend continued on telling her bad jokes that you would probably not laugh at if you weren’t this drunk.

You and your two closest friends, Isabella and Mia, decided to spend Bellas birthday in Paris. Though Neymar and you broke up five months ago, for you, everything still was connected to him - especially Paris of course. Even though you wanted your best friend to have the best day ever, you hated her for choosing Paris for her birthday trip. In order to finally get your thoughts off Neymar and stop looking for him everywhere you would go, you got absolutely smashed.

"I'll be back in a second", you said, heading to the restroom while your friends got onto the dance floor again. You rewatched your instagram story, smiling at your screen, loving how insane and uncontrollable the tree of you were getting every time you got together. Then you noticed three missed calls. Anonymous. "Can’t be too important, everyone knows I'm not taking anonymous calls", you thought to yourself.

Right when you got out of the restroom, Mia, who was already waiting for you, grabbed your arm and started walking towards the exit. "Where are we going? What did I miss?", your eyebrows furrowed the moment you realised she was bloody serious, "Where is Bella?" Receiving no answer, you repeatedly shouted out your friends name, but she didn’t react until the two of you finally got out the club. You freed yourself from her grip, "Can you tell me what the fuck is going on? Where’s Bella?"

"Bella's coming. She’s getting our jackets and we'll go back to the hotel", Mia responded.

"And why are we rushing to leave? It’s not even that late", you asked, realising it wasn’t even 1 am. The door swung open right behind you. You turned around to see Bella heading towards you. A familiar figure followed her, but stopped midway. You froze when you recognised who it was. Then you started laughing, earning some confused looks from your friends. "Y’all are crazy, literally trying everything to avoid me from seeing him."

"And you’re crazy 'cause I know damn well that you’ll go and talk to him", Bella giggled.

Your friends loved Neymar. They adored you two together. But their opinion changed when he left you and made you go through the hardest break up you ever had. Secretly they were hoping for a comeback, on the other side though, they didn’t want to see you that hurt ever again.

"I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t do the things I'm not supposed to", you grinned. Though your blood was boiling, you tried to act all calm, not wanting to show Neymar the effect he still had on you. "You know where we are. Call us if you need anything", Mia said. They shortly hugged you before making their way to the hotel. And there you were, standing a few metres away from your ex boyfriend, who was now slowly walking up to you. Your breathing got heavier as you watched his every step. "Hey", he finally mumbled. You coldly smiled at him, trying to play it cool while it was obvious how uncomfortable he was feeling. "Can we talk please?", Neymar asked.

"Sure", you shrugged. His eyes wandered around. "Not here. Let’s take a walk", he suggested. You nodded. The two of you started walking. Neymar hid his hands in his pockets while you had your arms crossed in front of your chest. "Why didn’t you pick up the phone?", he broke the silence. It was him.

"You know I never pick up anonymous calls."

"Would you pick up if you knew it was me?", he hesitantly asked. You remained silent for a second, "Probably not." Neymar looked at you kind of disappointed, but nodded understanding. "How have you been? How’s life going?", he continued the small talk, which made you roll your eyes. You abruptly stopped walking. "Ney, what do you want to talk about? I know you didn’t call just to see how I'm doing." He sighed, his eyes wandered to the ground. You waited for him to say something, but he kept on looking around, biting the inside of his cheek. "Okay, once you’re not talking, I'll just go back to the hotel. It was good seeing you again", you said and pulled out your phone from the purse in order to call a cab. Neymars face kept on switching between anger and frustration. "Merda [shit]", he mumbled to himself, watching you dial a number, "I missed you." You stopped typing and gulped in shock. It wasn’t anything you did not expect, but thinking of how long you’ve been waiting to hear these words, you really had to do your best to hide your emotions. You locked your phone and looked up at him. "I watched your story, I saw you're in Paris and I would’ve hated myself if I let you leave without at least trying to talk to you", he admit and slowly shook his head from left to right, "I even went into that shit club just to find you there since you didn’t take my calls."

"You could’ve just messaged me", you shortly said, trying to somehow hold back your tears. "And you’d reply?", he scoffed. Looking at him, you realised there were also tears forming in his eyes, making you remember the day you broke up.

The two of you have been together for a year when Neymar suddenly decided to call it quits. You’ve been in a long distance relationship, but still managed to see each other almost every weekend. Due to him training all day and matches mostly being on weekends, you still weren’t able to really spend time with each other. Of course you wished it could be different, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got into that relationship and honestly, you couldn’t be happier. Neymar, on the other side, was sick of the distance between you. He wanted you to move in with him. Even though you loved him more than anything, you felt overwhelmed and said no. You were scared of leaving your friends and family behind. Adding to that, you didn’t want to fully depend on Neymar. You loved your job, you couldn’t imagine to stay at home waiting for him to come back all day, every day. But your french skills would make it hard for you to find a good job. Maybe you would’ve even agreed to move in with him if you really thought and talked it through, but Neymar seemed to be in such a rush and jumped into the conclusion that you simply weren’t that serious about your relationship. Weeks after your break up you still tried to explain yourself to him through texts and calls, but all he did was ignoring you and distracting himself by clubbing and going on dates that he was seen on, that you even knew about.

"Y/N", he started, taking a few steps towards you, "I know I hurt you. I know I was going way too fast and I didn’t even let you think about it, I didn’t even really give you a chance. This wasn’t fair, you never deserved any of it. When you said you didn’t want to move in with me, I remembered my past relationships that always ended for the same reasons - them prioritising their careers and not being ready to build a life with me. But I wanted to build a life with you, so I was feeling like I only wasted my time again. But I get it, I get it now." You ironically laughed at his words, tears started streaming down your face. "You get it now? Then why haven’t you answered my texts and calls? Why did you start seeing Bruna again if you were oh so traumatised by your relationship like you say?”

"I didn’t see her in that way. She only tried being there for me after our break up", he explained, but your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your ex was there to support you after our break up? That ex that kept on trying to get to you while we were together? Did it work, was she able to distract you?" Your voice kept on getting louder. Neymar bit his bottom lip, knowing there was no valid excuse. "Y/N, I know it’s difficult to believe but nothing happened. Not with her, not with anyone else." You didn’t know if you could trust his words, a million thoughts and memories going through your mind. "Why did it take you so long?"

"I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t know", Neymar answered, "Guess I had to make up my mind and… probably learn to be patient and more understanding. It wouldn’t make sense going back to you with the same attitude I had before." He walked up to you, making you look at him by softly wiping away your tears. "I really missed you. And yes, I still love you. You don’t have to tell me right now and I know it’ll take some time to get to where we were again, but… but I’d be so happy and grateful if you gave me another chance. To prove I've changed. To prove I'll be patient and waiting for you until you’re ready." Your heart was racing, your knees got weak and you hated yourself for having to admit he got you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t find the right words to explain what was going through your mind, so you turned off your thoughts for a moment and quickly crashed your lips onto his. God, how you missed these lips. Right after you pulled away, you wanted to slap yourself across the face. "I hate you", you mumbled, Neymars lips forming a wide smile as he pulled you closer again. "You hate how much you love me." You nodded your head and sighed before you noticed his cheeky grin, making you giggle. His eyes sparkled up the moment he heard you laugh. "You don’t know how much I missed this", he whispered before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips.

[pedrisgirl]

hii can u write about reader spending time with davi and neymar being happy that they’re getting along? thanks:)

pairing; neymar x fem!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none i think??

authors note: sorry this is so short! and sorry it took me so long to get to it, anyway i hope you like it! enjoy<3

you were thrilled when neymars son davi began to hit it off with you. as much as you loved spending time with neymar, it was heartwarming to see davi warming up to you as well.

one weekend, neymar had to attend an important team meeting, leaving you alone with davi for the day. you were a bit nervous at first, not knowing how to keep the young boy entertained, but davi was quick to put you at ease.

together, you played video games, watched davi's favorite cartoons, and even made some delicious cookies. you were amazed by how smart and funny davi was, and how much you had in common.

when neymar returned home, he was thrilled to see you and davi getting along so well. He hugged you tightly, and you could feel his happiness radiating from him. you could see how much it meant to him that his girlfriend and his son were able to spend time together and form a bond.

from then on, you and davi continued to spend more time together, playing games, watching movies, and even going on adventures around the city. seeing how happy neymar was to have his two favorite people getting along made your heart swell with joy, and you knew that the three of you would make many more wonderful memories together in the future.