Best Friends 
Pairing: Neymar Jr x Reader
Synopsis: You and Neymar are both hopelessly in love with one another. It’s a shame neither of you have the courage to confess your feelings to the other.
Genre: Romance/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 8,181
Warnings: Mentions and implications of smut (not too described). Some light swear words. Mentions of abortion.
A/N: Woah, 8.1k+ words? I never expected to write this much for just one imagine! Well, you all can consider it as a treat for not posting much this month! 😘❤️ So, you all decide, part two yes or nah? 🤗💗 xoxo — jas
Neymar sat on his bed, soft fingers grasping his injured leg and lifting the tender limb as his childhood best friend (Y/N) positioned a plush pillow underneath his leg, before resting the bruised limb against the pillow. Hazel-green orbs drooped, as he felt the ponderous weight of fatigue lull him into a state of repose, his muscles and limbs aching from the harsh foul an opponent committed against him during tonight’s match, which sent both him and his offender tumbling to the dirtied pitch in a heap of tangled limbs.
Seconds after the fall, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his left ankle, as his opponent pushed himself from the ground, with the helping hands of his teammate, but not before he stepped on Neymar, the cleats of his boots digging into the delicate bone structure of the Brazilian’s left ankle.
The referee had blown his whistle long before the opposition had deliberately continued committing fouls against the home team. Although he blew his whistle once again the moment he caught a glimpse of the intentional foul the visitors had just committed. A second yellow card was given to the player, thus resulting in an automatic red card, evoking several complaints and protests from the visiting team. The referee awarded the home team with a free kick; however, the match was unable to be resumed on the account of a home player curled in a fetal position on the pitch, hands clutching around his throbbing ankle.