#neymarimagine

Summary: You and Neymar face off in a football match.

Warning(s): none, just fluff.

Word Count: [1814]

You squeal running away from Neymar as he chased after you, a pillow in hand, trying to hit you.

"Davi, stop her!" Neymar shouts at the little boy, watching as he runs towards you from the opposite direction.

"Davi, please, don't do this!" You yell dramatically as he runs to you with hands outstretched trying to catch you.

He stops running when he hears your words, letting you pass by him and down the hallway into the living room.

"Davi! What are you doing? We could have got her!"

"She said please!" Davi responds.

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Tainted love / Neymar Jr

PART XVII / PART XVI / PART XV / PART XIV /  PART XIII / PART XII /PART XI / PART X / PART IX / PART VIII / PART VII / PART VI / PART V /PART IV /PART III /PART II / PART I

“You ready?” I asked my mom while I was looking at her in the mirror. She smiled at me and sighed. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” She replied.

I smiled and giggled. “Well, shall we?” I said, as we opened the door that will head us straight at the wedding area.

“I’ll just miss my little girl. But always remember, I’m always proud of you.” She said with her teary eyes.

I smiled trying to stop the tears forming on the brim of my eyes. “Mai, of course I know that. I couldn’t ask for more.” I replied.

“Okay, are you ready. This is it.” My mom said, and the music played and I started walking down the aisle. All our family and friends were there, Neymar’s teammates, my University friends also made it.

I saw Neymar smiling from ear to ear while I was walking down the aisle while wiping the tears from his eyes. “This is it.” I whispered to myself.

By the time I’ve reached the altar, Neymar held his hand as we both made our way on our seat, and the ceremony started.

“We are gathered here today to witness the love of Neymar and Y/N, a love no one can deny, and no one can destroy. A love that is endless.” The presider said.

Neymar was holding my hand the entire time not until it was time for the wedding vows. “You’re nervous?” I whispered on his ear.

He smirked. “And you’re not?” He whispered back, and held my hand and kissed it.

Moments after some readings from the bible we are going to say our vows, and Neymar started, and cleared his throat first. “Y/N, first of all, I thank God for letting me meet someone like you. Who knew that it will be you, and I’m really lucky that it was you, my best friend, my number one cheerleader. I cannot explain how wonderful my feeling is when I finally realized that it was you after all those times of searching, it was you, it was always you, and in this day I can officially say that I’m luckiest guy in the world for marrying you.” Neymar said with tears flowing down his eyes, while he fished his handkerchief in his pocket. I looked at him and smiled, the priest signaled that it was my turn to say my vows, after Neymar placed the ring on my finger.

I cleared my throat right after the microphone was passed to me, I smiled nervously fishing my sript in between my breast making Neymar quietly laugh. “What?” I mouthed and smiled at him as I’ve unfolded the paper, and started. “Well, um. First of all, I thank God for letting me meet the boy who I sneak classes with just to play the game we both love, the boy who made me dream biggger, and the boy that I will be cheering on my entire life. Neymar, I will never ever get tired of loving you, I will be your number 1 supporter, and I will always be your teammate trhough tackles and inuries, through goals and penalties, ‘til death do we part.” I said, and placed the ring on his ring finger.

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Santos, you may now kiss the bride.” The priest said, and Neymar smiled slowly raising my veil up, rasing my chin up with his thumb as our lips touched each other creating firewroks in our body. Our visitors clapped, while we were kissing.

After the wedding we head off to our dinner party where our family and friends were present. It was a fun wedding night, a very special night indeed. A memorable one. “Mr. and Mrs. Santos, we’re gonna head off to our room, enjoy the night.” Joan said and giggled as they walked on the bamboo bridge connecting our room to theirs. “Enjoy the night too!” Neymar shouted laughing.

We decided to take a shower just to freshen a bit before heading for a walk at the beach. “You all set, Mrs. Santos?” Neymar said, as it slowly sunk into my mind that I’m Mrs. Santos which made me giggle. “Love, it might take me a lot of getting used to when somebody calls me ‘Mrs. Santos.’” I said.

“Well, you’ll get used to it.” He said, as we head down on the beach, and had a walk after getting some fruit shakes, we immediately placed a towel on the sand for us to sit on it. “So how’s my beautiful wife’s night going so far?” Neymar said, while I rested my head on his shoulders.

“I guess I’m having the most memorable night with my husband.” I said, giggling as he pulled me closer to him, and kissed me on my forehead.

The waves were so relaxing, crashing into each other. “So where to next babe?” Neymar sweetly said while he threw pebbles on the water. I don’t know what’s next for the both of us, of course we’re going on a honeymoon but I really want to work and not be a burden to Neymar.

“Maybe after our honeymoon I can apply on a work?” I said, raising both my eyebrows. He looked at me as the smile faded on his face, and his forehead wrinkled. I know this will be the reaction he will give, but wouldn’t be my studies useless if I won’t work. “Y/N, why would you still want to work? I mean the money I’m earning, it’s enough. You don’t have to work anymore, baby.” He replied.

I pursed my lips and sighed. “But Neymar, at least I would want to try what I have studied. Please, baby.” I said, pouting like a little kid as I rested my arm on his shoulders drawing circles on his collar bones with my thumb.

Neymar lay down on which made me just sat still, but he gently pulled me down by waist, as I faced him, and he smirked. “Y/N, okay, you can work. But promise me to enjoy it, just be calm and well basically enjoy your work. I don’t want you to be stressed out, okay?” He said, and my smile instantly glowed in my face.

“Well, err. I’ll enjoy yes, but I think being stressed is impossible, because I think we’ll see each other at the camp.” I said, while giggling. His eyes widened just by me telling the word camp. “Camp? You mean Camp Nou?” He said.

I giggled just by seeing his reaction. “I guess so, I’ll be one of your physical therapists.” I said. He smiled and hugged me. “You never fail to surprise me, Y/N.” He replied, and kissed me on my lips, down to my neck, and now down to my chest.

“Ney… Not here.” I said as I gently pushed him. “Don’t you want some crazy firsts, eh, Y/N?” He said, as he made his way on top of me supporting his body, and started kissing me on my forehead to my ear and whispering something sexual, and to my neck. “Ney, wha-what if someone sees us.” I whispered while I stutter.

“Then, they’ll just see us.” He said.

“Well that’s inspiring.” I whispered, as I kissed him back passionately, and untied his pants, as he immediately removed his top, and started to warm our bodies up.

Tainted love / Neymar Jr

PART VII / PART VI / PART V / PART IV / PART III / PART II / PART I 

The love I feel for him is different. I haven’t told him that I love him, or that I’m falling for him. I can’t. I can’t deal with rejections, especially a rejection coming from him. I’m scared, that he might not like me the way I like him. That he may see me as weird, because from the start I should’ve known that we’re only best friends.

“Who knows? Guys are so complicated, you think we’re complicated? But they’re the ones who has the most complicated attitude.” She said, as we we’ve approached the Team’s store to buy us a shirt for the game later.

I smiled trying to hide the pain of not knowing what his real feelings are for me. “Oh my, that’s really true!” I replied. “Have you ever felt scared to tell someone you love what you truly feel?” I asked her while we were choosing a shirt.

“I feel it every day, Y/N. That one day Dani might realize I’m not really the one, that he might see a better girl than me. It’s hard to say that ‘Please, don’t leave me. I love you so much.’ It’s hard, I can’t control his life. So yeah, I feel scared.” She said, as she smiled at me while she rubbed my shoulders.

I sighed. “Dani won’t leave you. He’s a good man.” I said, as I’ve laid the jersey shirt of Neymar on my body trying to figure out if it’s my size. “But honestly, I’m scared too.” I said, while we payed for our shirts, and went onto the snack area to buy some drinks, and sat on the waiting area.

“Darling, why would you be scared? Take courage, and stand up to whatever you feel. I know he’ll love to hear your words, your feelings for him. If he won’t feel the same, then go explore. If he feels the same for you, then hold onto him.” She said.

“Wow, such nice words from a beautiful lady.” I said, making me smile just hearing those words from her. She smiled at me after sipping the water we bought earlier. “No wonder Dani is in love with you.” I added.

“Ladies, the stadium is now open. You may now go to your respective seats.” A lady in her formal dress, and skirt politely said. We smiled, and spontaneously replied a ‘Thank you.’ We went ahead the ladies room to change in our jersey shirts, to show support.

After some minutes, we’ve entered the stadium and looked for our seats that was near the pitch. We sat near the tunnel where the players will be going out just a few minutes from now. “I’m so excited.” I said, as was looking around, as I can’t believe how wonderful this place is.

“Me too! May they be safe out there.” She said, the players were starting to go out of the tunnel, as Neymar was the last one who went out the tunnel, he looked at me, and smiled. “Good luck, Juninho.” I said, as he winked at me.

Seeing him wearing the Barca kit, made me feel that all of his sacrifices when he was a kid are being payed off, all those nights he’ll knock onto our houses door, and telling me he doesn’t want to play no more, because he body is in real pain, is finally paying off. “Here we go!” Joan said, and the game started, Barca getting the first touch of the ball.

The first half was a smooth start, but during the second half the other team got rough, maybe already feeling the pressure, so they’re resorting to being rough. “Come on ref!” I shouted as he didn’t raised a yellow card to an obvious foul to Messi.

“SHIT! OH MY, NO!” Joan shouted, as I’ve looked that Neymar was down, and in pain. I stood up to see what’s happening, the people in the stadium became silent, as his teammates run towards him. I can hear him shouting in pain. “No..” I said.

“Y/N, just keep calm. Um, c’mere, just seat first.” She said, while she rubs my shoulders. I can’t watch this, I already saw him in pain. But this is different, this Is an extreme pain for him. “I.. I..” Those are the only words that I can utter.

The medics brought in a stretcher as I can see tears in Neymar’s eyes. The game resumed, after a substitution for Neymar was place in. I ran inside, to see what’s happening to Neymar, as I the ambulance was waiting for him.

I can hear his whimpers while he was being pushed by the medics, he saw me running towards him. “Neymar, everything’s going to be okay.” I said, holding his hands, as they hold mine tightly.

“Can you come with me at the hospital?” He asked.

“Of course, I will. Oh my.” I said, as I’ve hopped in the back of the ambulance, and wiped his tears with my thumb.

The medic already put him into sedation so he can’t feel the pain for the mean time. “Thank you, Y/N.. I l-“ He mumbled as I can’t really hear the last words he was saying. Right now, I’m just praying for him to be safe.

“Shh, I’m here when you wake up.” I whispered, as I’ve brushed his sweaty hair up, and kissed his forehead, as we were about to approach the hospital.

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

PART V