#neymajr

(I personally didn't want to make anything like this, all I want Kylian to be happy in Madrid and obviously best wishes for my club!)

Kylian Mbappé said on Neymar’s words, he wants to remember good things about Ney, of all the moments they spent in Paris..

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When neymar gets drunk and doesn't recognise reader so when she comes up to him to go home he backs up and shows his wedding ring while laudly saying "I'm a married man, HAPPILY MARRIED to a beautiful woman" and his teammates just laughing with reader 🌹🌹

#7. NEYMAR: DRUNK IN LOVE

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

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SUMMARY: when you left the house after a fight with Neymar and his family escalates the problem drastically

“Você não tem absolutamente nenhuma ideia de onde ela poderia ter ido? Quero dizer, eu sabia que ela era esquisito, mas sequestrava seu filho-” [Do you have absolutely no idea where she could’ve went? I mean I knew she was flakey but kidnapping your son-]

“Nosso filho.” [Our Son] Neymar corrected his sister, “E ela não o sequestrou Davi só precisa de sua mãe nessa idade, tanto quanto me dói dizer isso.” [And she didn’t kidnap him Davi just needs his mother at this age, as much as it pains me to say that] Neymar continued, ever since you left 4 days ago he’s been a mess.

He hasn’t seen his son, hasn’t talked to his daughter and mostly importantly hasn’t seen you. Crashing at his family home was the most logical idea as your shared family condo was too painful to stay in.

“E ela não o sequestrou Davi só precisa de sua mãe nessa idade, tanto quanto me dói dizer isso.” [Well Davi also needs to know his father didn’t abandon him, he needs you just as much as he needs his mother] His mother reasoned, she loved her son but loved her grand-baby even more.

“Eu vou ser uma droga se ela levar seu filho embora. Quero dizer, e se ela se mudar para outro país?” She continued. [I’ll be damned if she takes your son away. I mean what if she moves to another country?]

“Mamãe, você e eu sabemos que ela não poderia, mesmo que quisesse, ela está grávida de 8 meses, ela poderia entrar em trabalho de parto em qualquer lugar e eu nem sei onde ela está.” [Mama, you and I both know she couldn’t even if she wanted to, she’s 8 months pregnant she could go into labor anywhere and I don’t even know where she is!] Neymar yelled out the last sentence as he threw a glass vase at the wall right beside the television.

“Acalme-se, vou ligar para o nosso advogado e resolver isso, Ney. Eu sei que você sente falta do seu filho, mas qualquer coisa apressada lhe dará mais motivos para obter a custódia total de Davi e Valentina.”[Calm down, I’ll call our lawyer and have this sorted out Ney. I know you miss your son but anything hasty will give her more reason to get full custody of Davi and Valentina.]

“Não, não, você não vai fazer nada. Ela já te odeia. Qualquer coisa mais vai, não importa.”[No, No you won’t do anything. She hates you already. Anything more will just, never-mind] Neymar knew whatever you said about his family should be kept between you both as you don’t want to cause a fight.

“Exatamente o que?” [Just what?] His mother questioned with a confused look on her face.

“Eu disse não importa, ma, apenas deixe cair!”[I said never-mind ma just drop it!] Neymar yelled out at his mom causing the room to go silent. Neymar was such a mama’s boy growing up that it surprised everyone especially his father.

“Neymar! Não grite com sua mãe. Ela só está tentando ajudar. Não me faça ir até lá e dar sentido em você.” [Neymar! Do not yell at your mother. She’s just trying to help. Don’t make me come over there and beat some sense into you.] Neymar settled down after the threat his father just sent his way.

“Desculpe, mamãe.” [Sorry mommy] Neymar muttered under his breath, he shoved his head into a pillow.

“Tudo bem, querida, eu sei que você só está preocupada, mas vamos consertar isso. Você tem alguma ideia do que a fez fazer isso?” [It’s okay baby, I know you’re just worried but we’ll fix this. Do you have any idea as to what made her do this?] Sitting down beside her son, Neymar’s mother grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes.

“…Eu derrubei a bomba de casamento nelaz.” […I dropped the marriage bomb on her.] Neymar confessed quietly, the room went silent until Rafaela broke it. [Flakey]~ Rafella sung causing Neymar to throw his pillow at her.

“Ela gostou da ideia de que eu levei longe demais dizendo que nos casaríamos em um alter.” [She liked the idea I just took it too far by saying we’d get married at an alter.] He explained further, “Você não vai se casar em um altar?” […Aren’t you going to get married at an alter?] His mom interrupted with an eyebrow raised.

“Provavelmente não vou me casar.” [I’m probably not going to get married.] The room was sour and silent after that for a while until his mother got up. “Eu não me importo com a religião que ela escolhe seguir, mas meus netos serão lavados no sangue de Jesus Cristo.” [I don’t care what religion she chooses to follow but my grand-babies will be washed in the blood of Jesus Christ]

“ Só que não depende de você, mãe, cabe a mim e a ela decidir isso.” [Except that isn’t up to you Mom, It’s up to me and her to decide that.] Neymar cried out frustrated at what such a small comment had created, if he could go back in time and not say it he would do so in a heartbeat.

“Vamos ver sobre isso.” [We’ll see about that.] Neymar’s mom picked up her phone and begun dialling someone “O que você está fazendo?”[What are you doing?] Neymar questioned, his mom was a quiet and reasonable woman until something was to happen to her family especially her son.

“Algo que eu deveria ter feito há muito tempo.”[Something I should’ve done a long time ago.] The ringing of the phone made Neymar curious as he got up to see who she was calling. “Family Lawyer.” Shit. “Pare, mãe, você vai piorar as coisas.” [Stop ma you’re gonna make it worse!]

“Não! Você está piorando as coisas sendo um empurrão.” [No! You’re making it worse by being a pushover.] She yelled out walking away from Neymar before he tried to stop her. He ran his hand through his hair and paced around the room.

He picked up his phone and called you stepping outside the house. Of course you didn’t pick up but he sent messages that made it seem very urgent. After 6 missed calls he decided to wait until you called back.

As he went back inside his family were waiting for him with weird looks on their face. “O que?”[What?] Neymar asked plopping himself down onto the single person couch.

“Liguei para o advogado e eles disseram legalmente, já que ela não deu à luz, você ainda não pode fazer nada sobre Vale, mas o que você pode fazer é processar por custódia compartilhada para Davi.” [I called the lawyer and they said legally since she hasn’t given birth you can’t do anything about Vale yet but what you can do is sue for shared custody for Davi.] His mother finish, Neymar sighed. Non of this is what he wanted, he was starting to understand why you didn’t like his family.

“Não posso fazer isso. Ela pediu espaço e você quer que eu a processe? De jeito nenhum.” [I cant do that. She asked for space and you want me to sue her? No way.] Neymar firmly answer. His family looked at him sour faces thinking “how could someone be so naive.”

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“Neymar is a good man and you know it darling, he offered you a good compromise and you rejected it. What do you want to do?” Your mother explained trying to reason with you.

You went to your moms house to try and get different perspectives on the situation with Neymar. “I know mommy, I’m very aware of that. I just not want everything that he wants to be our #1 priority.” You admitted, playing with Davi’s hair as he slept in your lap.

“Honey, name 1 thing that you’ve asked for that he hasn’t provided for you? That man loves you so much. I doubt you’ll find anyone who loves you as much as he does.” You have to admit that he’s the most perfect man, sometimes.

“Why cant you be on my side for once!” You whisper cry out trying not to wake your sleeping babies. “I’m on your side! I want you to make a decision you won’t regret. I want you to make a decision won’t tear your relationship apart. Listen to me Love.”

You signed realizing how stupid you were to escalate the fight much more than it needed to be escalated.“You’re right I don’t even know why we’re fighting to this degree.”

“I’m always right I’m your mother, now come on I’ll help you pack up your stuff.” Your mother got up from her seat and held her hands out trying to help you get up. You slowly removed Davi from your lap and took her hands.“But if I go to him it’ll seem like-”

“Now darling.” She was firm which made you stand down and take her hand walking towards the guest bedroom where you and your son stayed.“Fine.”

Once you were done packing you woke Davi up and told him told that you were going to see papa again. Seeing his eyes light up and the mention of his dad made your heart break knowing you hurt your son by taking him away from his dad.

“Come on your dad will drive you.” Your mom said as she walked towards the door with you hold you and Davi’s bags. “Thank you mommy.” You kissed her cheek before exiting her home and entering the SUV where your dad was waiting at the wheel.

“Ready to go princess?” He asked ruffling the hair of his grandson. “Yes daddy.” You kissed his forehead before settling in and fastening your seatbelt. “Thank your princess, Neymar is so lucky to have you.”

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“Okay Davi, Wait in the car okay? Mommy will be back so very soon? I love you.”

“I love you too mommy.”

You kissed him on the forehead and left the car waving at your dad as he sent you a thumbs up. Your legs were shaking as you walked up the door of the Santos house.

As you were walking towards the gate you noticed a man in a suit following you. You walked faster praying that he wasn’t some crazy serial killer out for blood.

“Ms. [Last Name]?” He called out.

“What?” You snapped at him, hoping he’d be intimidated enough to leave you alone

“You’ve been served. Defendant Santos is suing you for custody of Davi Lucca da Silva Santos. & in the nearer future Valentina-Rosa Camíla Santos [Last Name].” The lawyer smiled as he handed you a yellow envelope and walked away.

“Huh?” You stood there holding the envelope confused as hell about what just happened to you.

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Your hands shook with anger as you rung the doorbell with one million different ways you were gonna kill the Santos family running through your head. As you imagines the 672,492 scenario in your head the door opened and you saw Neymar’s younger sister Rafella.

“O que você está fazendo aqui.” [What are you doing here.] She asked in a tone that sound less than excited to see you. You slapped her hard in her face and pushed passed her throwing the envelope in the face of the first Santos you saw. “O que há de errado com você? Todos vocês.” [What the fuck is wrong with you? All of you?]

“Princesa?” Neymar got off the couch his bloodshot eyes meeting your eyes filled with fury. “Você está tentando tirar meu filho de mim, não está?.” [You’re trying to take my son from me aren’t you?] You shouted walked up to Neymar who was just so glad to see you.

“ Não! Eu sou- Nós não estamos.” [No! I’m- We’re not!] His voice cracked as he wiped the tears away from his face. “Sim! Sim, Você É. Juro por Deus, se você tentar avançar mais longe do que já se foi, eu vou te matar. Todos vocês. Você não pode fazer isso comigo. Você não pode.” [Yes! Yes, You are. I swear to God if you try to advance this farther than it’s already gone I will kill you. All of you. You can’t do this to me. You can’t.]

“Eu te disse que precisava de espaço e você foi me processar? Deus Neymar. Você realmente não mudou.” [I told you I needed space and you went to sue me? God Neymar. You really didn’t change.] Your voice cracked as you cried at the thought of never seeing Davi again.

“Por favor, me escute, eu não fiz.” [Please listen to me I didn’t] Neymar tried to reason.

“Cale a boca! Apenas cale a cara e vá para o inferno. Cada um de vocês. Eu te odeio. Juro pela minha vida, se você tentar levar meu filho, nunca mais o verá, ele, eu ou minha filha.” [Shut up! Just shut your face & go to hell. Every single one of you. I hate you. I swear on my life if you try to take my son you’ll never see him ever again, him, me or my daughter.]

“Amor, please just calm down!” Neymar pleaded with you. “Acalme-se? Acalme-se? Você quer roubar meu filho de mim e você está me dizendo para me acalmar.” [Calm down? Calm down? You want to steal my son from me and your telling me to calm down?]

You walk away with Neymar walking right behind you. “Não fale comigo, não me toque.” [Don’t talk to me, don’t touch me] You made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with the Santos family anymore.

He turned you around and grabbed your arms holding them above your head, quickly pulling yourself free you slapped him in the face, again, and again & again. “Como você pode fazer isso comigo? Você disse que me amava, que queria se casar comigo.” [How can you do this to me? You said you loved me, you wanted to marry me] You cry out looking up at him with tears falling from your eyes so fast you could barely speak audibly.

“Eu faço! Isso não foi o que eu estava fazendo, foram minhas mães.” [I do! This wasn’t my doing it was my mothers.] Neymar explained as if you were going to believe him. “Besteira, apenas culpe tudo na sua família. Eu sabia que você era um bastardo sem espinha, mas isso é baixo.” [Bullshit, just blame everything on your family. I knew you were a spineless bastard but this is low] You scoffed before picking up the envelope and leaving the house.

This time Neymar didn’t even try to follow you as he knew that he’d cause more harm and good. “Eu disse para você não fazer nada e você fez alguma coisa.” [I told you not do anything and you did something!] Neymar shouted at his mom.“I was just trying to help.” [I was just trying to help!] She cries you overwhelmed at the fact that her son is screaming at her.

“E agora você destruiu meu relacionamento. Faça-me um favor. Fique longe de mim, meu filho e minha namorada.” [And now you destroyed my relationship. Do me a favour. Stay the hell away from me, my son & my girlfriend] Neymar sent a nasty glare at his mother before grabbing his car keys and leaving the Santos family house.

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“Love, what happened?” Your dad ask with concern seeing your red eyes and tears streaming down your face “Just drive.” You answers shortly.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, concerned for his daughter.“Just drive.” You screamed, annoyed at the questionnaire

“Mommy I’m scared.” Davi begun to cry in the back seat not used to you yelling at anyone. “I know, i’m sorry Davi mommy didn’t mean to scream.

“Where to?” He asked driving towards the main road.“The airport please.” You whispered out. Neymar and his family can’t take your babies if you’re not in the country right?

“Are you sure? It’s risky for pregnant woman this far along.” You thought about it for a while before answering in a small voice.“Yes. Very sure.” Rubbing your stomach you reached your other hand into the backseat to hold Davis hand from his car seat.

“We’ll be okay Davi, It’s gonna be just fine. We’ll be just fine.”

After all this ruben dias stuff lemme just explain a few things. Footballer players are not known for being very smart or educated.

They sacrifice their youth and never actually live a normal life. Their thinking does not always evolve with their physical age. Not gonna baby them but they literally live in a cocoon of the locker room type of talk. Ofc they will not be normal or well adjusted to adult life especially girls. I am not calling these women golddiggers or whatever but if you see the wags you know they have a very clear fetish -white, skinny, blonde with boob and butt implant influencers.