#neyslover

[neyslover]

HI! PLEASE DO ONE WHERE Y/N IS NOT DATING NEYMAR YET, BUT HE ALREADY HAS HIS LOCK SCREEN AS A PICTURE OF THEM IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

OOH THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE!! hope u enjoyyyy :))

although neymar’s ankle wasn’t fully healed, he was able to attend todays match.

it was brazil vs cameroon.

he went out on the pitch before the game started and played with the ball for a bit.

there were already a million cameras on him, and a couple of them were able to catch his lock screen.

it was a picture of me.

my phone started blowing up, mainly from my best friend, val.

val: BITCH?!?)!3!:!$ UR HIS LOCKSCREEN WTF?!?!!!!!

you: IKKLKKKLLKSJWHDJA

val: SO U TWO ARE DATING??? AND U DIDNT TELL ME??? OH OKAY.

you: I SWEAR TO U WE ARENT IDK WHY IM HIS LOCKSCREEN BUT LOWKEY NOT COMPLAINING

val: i swear to god y/n if u don’t bag that man I WILL.

you: bitch back off. i have to go he’s coming rn djsjdjsi

“hey.” he sat down next to me, “they forced me to go.”

“were you planning on playing with them?” i laughed.

“no.” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

i gave him a look that told him to spill.

“okay i thought that if they saw that i could play and that my ankle is fine they would let me play.”

“even though your ankle isn’t fine?”

“not all of them know that!” he defended making me laugh.

“i like your lock screen, by the way.” i smirked.

“you do?”

i hummed in response.

“i just made it the most beautiful, caring, loving, and kindest woman to exist. needed that extra motivation to be like her. y’know?”

“yea, i get it.” i nodded, “i did the same a while back too.” i showed him my lock screen which was a picture of me and him.

[neyslover]

hiii :) can you write about when davi tells the reader "you're not my mom" and neymar gets on to him? Im a sucker for angst lol

ofcccc i can!!! loved writing this!! hope u enjoy :)

davi wants to jump in the pool, but not only is it 10pm, but it's really cold out since it's literally december.

"davi, you can't go in the pool now. tomorrow morning you can jump in the jacuzzi with your dad." i bargained.

usually, ney would be here to help me out, but he isn't today.

he's supposed to walk in any second.

where is he when i need him?

"why not now?" davi argued.

"because you'll get sick, and i'm worried for you." i explained.

"why would you be worried? you're not even my mom."

"davi!" a voice spoke from behind us, making me jump.

"pa-" davi tried.

"davi, you can't say stuff like that. y/n is just as much of a parent as i am to you. i couldn't have raised you the way i did without her. can you think of one time she missed any of your events? or where she hasn't played an important part in your life?"

"no.." davi trailed off shamefully.

"so why would you go and say something like that?"

even carol realized that i played a huge part in davi's life. she's really grateful he has a maternal figure that's still dating his father. she thinks it'll make him feel more normal, since his life is the complete opposite of it.

"i don't know.." he looked down, "i guess i was just mad i couldn't swim in the pool."

"next time, we have to think of a better way to deal with your emotions, okay?" ney pulled him in a hug and kissed his head.

davi pulled away soon after and came and hugged me, "i'm sorry, ma, i didn't mean it."

"it's okay, meu amor." i hugged him back, kissing his head, "i know you didn't mean it, we all say mean things when we're mad."

[neyslover]

hiii, love your acc!! 🫶🏻 i was wondering if you write about how neymar and the reader get into a argument and then later they make up? sorry if im not specific enough this is my first request ever 😭😭

ofc i can!! thank u sm for sending this in, i'm honored to be ur first request! :)) i love me some angst so i'm super excited for this one!!

"what is wrong with you!" i groaned.

"what's wrong with me?" neymar scoffed, "what's wrong with you?"

"there is nothing wrong with me, junior! you're being stupid! you're making this such a big deal, god!"

"i'm sleeping in the guest room tonight, i can't with you right now." he shook his head.

"fine by me!"

it was, in fact, not fine by me. the only way i could fall asleep is if neymar was there.

i needed to fix this, fast.

but i'm too stubborn, he knows that, he'll probably apologize later.

night time came, and i tucked myself in, and ney was not in bed next to me.

"fuck." i cursed. he was being serious, he was going to sleep in the guest room.

he was going to wake up in the middle of the night and come to me, i'm sure of it.

i tossed and turned, trying my best to fall asleep.

i checked the time, it was 2am.

i wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

i slowly tiptoed to the guest room, and slid myself under the covers.

almost immediately, ney wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, "i knew you would come."

"fuck off. it wasn't my fault."

"you're right." he mumbled sleepily, "thought about it and realized i was wrong."

"oh..." i didn't expect that answer from him, "good to know."

"i missed you." he buried his face in my neck.

"i missed you too." i intertwined his hands with mine.

[neyslover]

hi bae! I was wondering if you could write any Ney proposing to reader in Paris? and talking abt it in his documentary :) 💕

this is so cuteeee ty for sending it in!! hope u enjoy :)

“it was definitely one of the most happiest and important days of my life.” he admitted, “everything was so perfect, even the way she reacted. everything went exactly as planned.”

flashback y/n’s pov

ney and i were roaming the streets of paris, no exact destination in mind.

“do you even know where we’re gonna go?” i asked, impatient.

“no.” he shrugged.

“can we stop somewhere soon? i don’t know why you told me to wear fancy shit, my feet are killing me in these 6 inch heels!” i complained.

“okay, fine, just one more turn.” he chuckled.

he took us to the peninsula hotel which left me very confused.

“a hotel?”

“do you trust me, princesa?”

“of course i do.”

he walked me to the elevator and took us to the terrace.

“this is so beautiful, ney!” i gasped looking at the view.

“let’s go have dinner, yea?” he walked me over to the table.

he sat me down like the gentleman he is, and smiled at me charmingly.

“what’s the reason for all of this?” i asked.

“can’t i treat my girl?”

“of course you can, not complaining.” i giggled.

the waiter came over and took our order, “the kitchen is busy, so the food may come a tad bit late. so sorry.” she apologized.

i assured her that it was all good, and that we weren’t going anywhere.

“thank you so much for understanding! in the meantime, you can walk around the terrace, and look at the wonderful view. hope you enjoy.“ she ran off.

ney helped me stand up and walk over to the end of the terrace, where you could see a beautiful view of the eiffel tower.

“do you like the view?” he asked, watching me be absolutely entranced by it.

“i love it. i never realized how beautiful paris is. i knew paris was absolutely stunning, but it’s so…” i trailed off, “y’know?”

“i’ve always felt that way.” he agreed, staring at me lovingly.

“i love you so much, ney.” i sighed, “i love how you get me. no one gets me like you do.”

when i heard no response, i turned to look at ney only to see him on one knee.

i completely turned around to look at him, not knowing what he was doing until it finally clicked.

“ney-“

“amor.” he began, “there are many ways to describe you, and the way you make me feel, but i’ll choose one. grateful. you make me feel so grateful. i’m grateful to have someone as loving and kind and funny as you in my life. i’m grateful to have someone that understands me, someone that clicks with me like you do.”

“i swear to god, neymar, if this is a joke i’m going to break up with you.” i swore, tearing up.

“let me finish!” he laughed.

“i love the way you make me feel. how you make me love myself. you made sure i loved myself before you even love yourself, and i love that about you. you’re so selfless and you would do anything for the ones you love. that’s how i know you’re the one. so, y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“obviously!” i squealed, tears flowing.

he put the ring on my ring finger, before he stood up and hugged me.

i heard clapping come and whistling which only made me ten times more happier.

i pulled away from the hug and looked him dead in the eyes, “no getting rid of me now, jr.”

“never intended to.”

[neyslover]

skin care nights - neymar jr

requested via message

i was doing my skincare when ney walked in on me.

“what are you doing, amor?” he asked, interested.

“my skincare routine.” i answered, rubbing the last of the lotion into my skin, “wanna try?”

“no-“

“you don’t have a choice, ney.” i giggled, sitting on the counter, having him stand in between my legs.

“this is pointless, amor.”

“no it’s not! it’s important to take care of yourself.”

“i do!”

“violently scrubbing your face with hand soap is not taking care of yourself.”

“it works though.” he shrugged.

“just because it works doesn’t mean it’s right.” i applied the face mask on him.

“how long is this going to take? i promised the boys to play in a bit.”

“don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.”

i waited for the 10 minutes to be over, and rubbed the residue of the face mask into his skin.

“we’re done!”

“i feel weird.”

“you feel refreshed.”

“don’t try to gaslight me.”

“ney!”

[neyslover]

I really love your writing, I wanted to request a one-shot, where reader, and Neymar get into a heated argument.  Reader, refuses to talk and gives the silent treatment to Neymar as he tries to apologise an make up even though it wasn’t all his fault. At the end they make up and kiss and apologise for the things they said.

thank you!! love the idea, hope u enjoy :)

every every 3 days, neymar takes out the trash.

that is the only chore he has.

i have to be the one reminding him to do it, this time i forgot to remind him, so our trash kept growing and growing and he didn't know he had to take it out.

"neymar jr!" i stomped to the living room.

"yes, amor?"

"don't 'yes, amor?' me!" i was angry.

he immediately stood up and looked at me confused.

"why haven't you taken out the trash?"

"you didn't tell me!" he defended, "i have a very busy life, y'know."

"so i have to tell you? every 3 days you take out the trash, it's literally the only thing you have to do and you can't even remember to do it? do i have to be the one doing everything?" i droned.

"everyday i wake up super early to train just to provide for us because you don't have a job. you wake up whenever, and you're completely well rested."

i stared at him and walked away, up to our room.

i sat in the room for the whole day.

at around 6pm ney came upstairs with a bouquet of roses, "i'm really sorry, amor. i bought these for you."

i took them, sniffed them, and put them on the bedside table, not looking at him once.

"princesa, i even cleaned the whole house, and made dinner if you wanna eat."

i still didn't look at him, eyes fixed on my phone.

he left and didn't come until around 10pm.

he laid down next to me and gave me his back, because i was giving him mine.

about half an hour after he came up i tapped his shoulder.

he jumped, turning around to see if everything was okay.

"i'm sorry." i apologized, "i shouldn't have said what i did. you do so much for me, you make my life easier. i didn't mean what i said."

"it's not your fault, amor, it was mine. taking out the trash is the only thing i do at home, and it wasn't fair of me when i implied you didn't do anything. you do all of the house work, and without you, i would be living in a depressing dumpster."

"i love you so much, ney." i cuddled into him.

"i love you more, princesa." he kissed me.

[neyslover]

hii can u write something about neymar comforting the reader when she gets scared to meet his parents (she doesn’t speak Portuguese)

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“ney, i physically can’t do this.” she huffed.

“why not, meu amor?” he asked worriedly.

“i’m gonna embarrass myself!” she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“you won’t!” he reassured.

“i don’t speak portuguese. there’s gonna be a HUGE language barrier.”

“which is why you have me. they’re slowly learning english, they understand some phrases you know.”

“ney I’m actually gonna throw up.” she took a deep breath in.

ney unpaused her song, which was pyramids by frank ocean, “do your makeup, meu amor, and leave the language barrier to me.”

she nodded, still terrified.

“look at you getting all nervous.” he laughed.

“don’t laugh!”

he hugged her from behind, and kissed her cheek, “they’re gonna love you.”

[neyslover]

human chair

i’ve been with neymar ever since davi was only a few months old.

i loved watching him grow, and i soon realized i wanted a kid of my own.

davi and isabella have a 4 year difference, which is perfect.

davi is the best older brother anyone could ask for.

whenever davi sits on the floor crisscross style, she always sits on him as if he’s a chair.

the first couple of times, davi doesn’t know how to react and pushes her off.

but lately, he’s been accepting it.

me, ney, and our two children were all sitting down watching a movie.

ney and isa had just came back from the kitchen, isa running over to davi who was sitting on the floor.

she sat on his lap, and he wrapped his hands around her.

ney took a picture and posted it on his story, typing “best brother ❤️” and putting the text next to them.

“i love our family.” i smiled watching them.

“me too.” he kissed my head.