Football Imagines

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request: He hears you saying that Sergio Ramos is good looking

y/n- ur name 

2nd person pov 

You and Neymar were sprawled across your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phones, cuddled next to one another. It was a lazy Sunday in Paris.

Peaceful, yet content.

This peace was quickly interrupted by the incessant beeping of the oven. 

You sat up, preparing to get out of bed, "The Feijoada's done." 

Neymar gently pushed you down, "You stay here amor. I'll get it." 

You shot him a grateful look, laying back down. 

"Where was that email I needed?" Desperately searching for a work related email you needed tomorrow. 

You then remembered you'd dmed it to your friend on Instagram.

"Where the hell is it?" You groaned in frustration while you swiftly scrolled through your instagram.

"Y/N, amore! It's ready." Neymar called to you, heading back towards the direction of your bedroom.

Oh screw it. You'd check later tomorrow.

Neymar stood leaning against the doorway, running a hand through his messy hair. 

You thought he looked so so good. 

You decided to quickly check any updates on your Instagram timeline and raised an eyebrow in delight when you saw the PSG account had posted a picture of Sergio Ramos, who'd been your celebrity crush as a teenager.

"Sergio Ramos is so fine." You muttered, before throwing your phone on the bed and getting up to move towards Neymar.

What you didn't expect was to almost see Neymar's ears perk up in alarm at your words.

"Who?" Neymar asked you with curiosity in his eyes. 

"Sergio Ramos. His new haircut makes him look so good." You gushed.

"Well what about my new haircut?" He inquired, folding his arms and pouting.

You laughed. It was so obvious he was jealous. Why not playing along with it? 

"Your hair is forever changing. It's hard to appreciate it when you have a new look each month." You giggled.

"They all look better than Ramos's." He uttered with disgust, rolling the r with extra emphasis. 

You shot him a challenging look, "Even those fake blonde dreads a few years ago?" 

That was before you two had began dating, but you never let him live that poor style choice down. 

Neymar shot you a snarky look. Jealousy was oozing out of him.

"Ramos isn't even that good. Do you know how many times he's been red carded?" He brought up, trying to make a point. 

"28." You smirked at him.

Neymar huffed in annoyance. He was trying to make a point but it just pissed him off that you knew that fact about Ramos.

"Regardless, he's a dirty player." 

"And you're a flopper." You countered.

 "Am not!" He protested.

"Are too!" You stuck your tongue out at him.

Then there was silence for a moment, a bit awkward to say the least. 

"Do you think Ramos is more attractive than me?" Neymar wondered aloud quietly.

You felt bad. You'd hit a nerve. Even though Neymar was virtually the most sought after player in the world, he got insecure and jealous very easily. 

You gingerly moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his instinctively finding their way to your waist. You rested your head on his chest. 

"I'm sorry." You mumbled.

"It's my fault amor. I get jealous too easily." He admitted.

You raised your head from his chest to meet his eyes. They were swirling with emotion, love, and passion.

"Well. Jealous or not, you'll always be the most beautiful man in my eyes." You smiled, pecking him on the lips. 

A smile found its way to Neymar's lips as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Behind Davi that is." You finished.

Neymar laughed, "That's an L I'm willing to take." 

[^^I CRINGED SO HARD WRITING THAT LINE.]

Days later, at PSG vs Lille, you were in the crowd, sitting front and center to support him. When he single handedly dribbled through the box and landed the ball at the back of the net with his signature moves, you had eyes for him and him only. 

"Wonder which celebration he'll do this time." Antonela teased from behind you. 

"Hopefully it's the Parado No Bailao one." You laughed, looking back to her. 

"I'd look straight ahead if I were you." Antonela advised.

You did as told and was shocked to see what was happening. Neymar and the rest of his teammates had run towards you to celebrate.

He'd pointed right at you, made a heart with his gloved hands, and blew you a kiss.

And very quickly, there was no other man on the field other than Neymar Jr in your eyes.