So just to clarify this isn't a continuation of Haaland x Jude one (previously done). By pt.2 i mean this is the second ship which has been newly introduced to me, so ya ya'll get it now. TO THE STORY 🗿-
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Playing for PSG hasn't been as tiring and heart-wrenching as it has gotten now, ever since Cristiano joined. Despite the fact that rumours are going around Cris and Leo have a liking for each other, I continue to feast my eyes over Cris because I simply don't care. He hangs out with Leo ALOT, and by alot I mean alot. As a best friend and top priority to Leo, it hasn't been the same.
Leo went his was with Cris, leaving me with Dani. Dani is a great person, and I can't be more thankful for the fact that Dani is standing for me at all times. But, as a person who has the hots for the fan favorite Cristiano Ronaldo, sometimes certain feelings over-whelm me while training.
I really don't want to portray Leo like he's the villain here even when he's not. It just breaks me more to know he's not there anymore like he used to be. I tried telling Di Maria my little liking towards Cris instead and all the other jazz, and surprisingly he was processing down everything the same way Leo would.
Even if Leo would remain close, I wouldn't dare to tell him. He would most and definitely break it to Cris, which would plant a seed of rivalry between us. I'm very well aware of the fact that Cris dislikes me, and that makes the best of him.
Well, insecurity makes the best of me and that's practically a problem and I'm surprisingly aware of it too, and yet I'm not willing to fix it. Every person I've ever had a liking for had either accused me of things I'd never done, or simply taken the easy route: cheated.
Every little interlude broke me, but I stood my ground. I kept re-building for Leo. Leo has been my pillar ever since, and now he's not. Everyone's calling them the 'ultimate duo' and 'a duo no one asked for but everyone loves'.
I'm left as an outcast, and all fans look down on me now. I can't check my phone without stumbling over a whole bunch of hate comments about me, and people spreading rumours about me,- that I'm trying to break Cris and Leo's friendship. Ironically enough, yes, but also no.
I would never like to entitle myself to having broken a friendship, careless enough of my emotions held at stake. No one's aware that I'm at the brink of being lost, because they just don't care. Everyone has an arrogant little bitch in them and it has to always be me who they tend show this side to.
Just like the past few days, our coach. I keep getting distracted by over-thinking my liking for Cris and loosing Leo as a friend, and fail to practice properly, dis-satisfying the coach. His words hurt like a sharp knife stabbing me but no avail. I'm forced to hold strong, while everyone watches me getting screamed at. I get portrayed as a weakling. I'm a nobody to everyone's eyes.
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I arrive to practice with a heavy heart, like usual. After changing and arriving at the practice grounds, I see everyone lining up for score-testing. (Or whatever that's called.) I look down at my feet, surely everyone disappointed because I'm making them wait.
The shootout went well, but my stomach is saying otherwise for the mock match. Standing over by the defending line, I don't realize I zone out, until I hear Dani calling my name in a repetetive order as I feel the force of a ball over the side of my lips, being thrown over to the ground. Everyone gathers round me as Dani constantly apologizes, while I stay still and don't care. What's the point in caring, when I'm a disappointment?
- "Dani..it's not your fault. I should've looked out, I wasn't looking.." I grin fakely despite the agitating pain, and that fake grin fading as I see someone familiar jogging towards us. Coach. About to get shamed like everyday.
- "What the hell is going on in here!?" He growls, face squinting from anger. I slide backwards and look away, trying not to feel scared and set aback. Being alone in this world, it's hard not to.
- "Listen Neymar, if you can't focus, don't come here and waste our time. You can take the day off." He gave me a cold shoulder and left. Everyone stared at me, like I had done something bad. I sniffled, embarassing myself further. I don't know how longer I'll last.
Holding a sea of emotions back with a thin barrier, it's a hard task, and yet I'm standing 'strong'. Every single day I have to go through the agonizing pain in the heart from Cris and Leo's bromance, and my coach's screaming, and the cherry on top: everyone bawling their eyes at me.
I leave to the locker room and slide over the wall to the low sitting arrangement, crying as frankly as I wish, screaming how useless I am. It's been a while since I cried my emotions off, so today it is. It can't get any worse than this right? Wrong. To make things worse, Leo walks in and takes a seat beside me.
I try my best to wipe the tears away but they continue to stream down, a part of my face smother in blood mixed with tears, which stung my wound. Leo looks at me with eyes of sympathy, well I doubt if it's sympathy or suspicion. He calmly speaks and tries to console me like he knew all the jazz, and just wouldn't leave, despite of me begging him to leave.
At some point, he gave me a hug and stood up, slightly facing the door, like he had an intention of doing/saying something but was luring me into asking him to do so. Like I would, not even for a billion dollars.
- "You like Cris," I was taken back by what he said, not because it's true, because he knows. How did he know? We've been apart for nearly months. Was I too obvious..? I bawled my eyes at him with a clear look of disbelief, leaving him smiling, mostly and surely because he knew I was trying to pull am excuse up my sleeve. He knows me this well for a reason.
But, I decide to come out clear. Since he knows, there's no need of holding a burden anymore. What's the point? There is none. It will lead to Cristiano despising me but at least I'm happy to know I still have Leo by my side. I thought I didn't, but I had been over-thinking the whole situation for too long.
- "Does it even matter?" I slump my back on the wall, resting my head on the wall, staring at the ceiling.
- "You'll get the answer yourself Ney, everything happens for a good reason. Believe it or not, you're about to get lucky tonight." Get lucky tonight? What the fuck does he mean by that? After getting hit in the face, spat on by the coach, get lucky?
- "What..?" I raise my head and ask in a faint and hushed tone, as he smiles in silence and gives me a tight hug. Why do I think he's been reading me like an open book, all along, ever since I've been feeling so disturbed?
- "I'm by your side, don't take the burden. Let it go, trust me, it will be worth it." He returns to the practice ground, waving at me. I instinctively wave back limply, a tingle of a emotion long forgotten knocking at my heart. Should I really trust in Leo's words..? Let's just see what God has planned for me..perhaps..maybe I should have hopes and not feel so dejected because of my own suspicions on Cris hating me. Perhaps everything is just the negative thinking of my mind, and not reality.
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I couldn't believe this yet. This is too un-real to be real. Or maybe I'm just too happy? Exaggerating? I don't even know what I'm thinking. I lost my cool after what Leo had just told me after practice ended. I was grieving Neymar's presence for nothing.
I'm surely about to get lucky tonight, I have to get this. I've come too far to give up someone I've always thought sees me as a rival. Neymar. It's my only chance, and I'll make him mine.
A feeling of over-coming all fears in life was over-powering me in a sense that I felt like I was high, yet my vision clear, like a night of celebration winning the champion's league. I couldn't imagine Neymar to really like me back without him having an idea that I have the hots for him.
There's no flaw I see in him, or maybe I'm too drunk in love, but the good kind unlike Romeo and Juliet. If I couldn't care less, I sped through the streets, blinded by thoughts of Neymar. I could kill a person or two, just for him now, without feeling any sympathy. I know, sounds physchaotic, but you won't understand unless you're a drunkard from love right now.
I quietly park my car for Ney not to notice, despite me going nuts in the inside. I prevent myself from crashing through the door, and use the spare key Leo gave. Life saver. I tip toe in, carefully closing the main door looking by my shoulder to make sure nobody else is present. Sure isn't.
I rush quietly over the stairs, skipping 2 to make things faster. Welcoming myself to his room, it's surpisingly very neat and clean, giving it a 'recently tidied up' vibe. All these thoughts aside, I feel no presence of Neymar, until I hear water crash on the floor which makes my head turn. Everyone looks very low from my angle, even the bed and table and sofa, probably due to my abnormal yet socially ideal height.
I sit down, prepping myself for what's coming. I really hope I don't fuck this up, or this will transform into that one, one-sided love story where the two contemplate what to do and ruin everything, leaving any one of them a lovesick, a loner. It's pure horror for me, well..if it does happen..I have no choice.
When Neymar came out, he didn't notice me immediately. All the days and nights he spent contemplating whether or not to confess, and overthinking everything, is really standing out now judging by his worn out look. He notices me later, and takes a second look, fixating his eyes on me, surely surprised.
I scan his puny-esque body and in comparison to mine, even Leo's, he's frail. I nearly drown into thinking about things to do with whatever is under the towel hugging his waist, but I push myself out of that. It's not the time to think about it, Cristiano.
I look at his bruised cheek and lips, sadness pulling through. I wanna hug him so bad right now but that would be too un-realistic of me to just barge into his room and hug him for dear life. I'm not even sure yet, what stunt to pull. Help. (Changing to Neymar's pov.)
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Oh god. What's going on? Is this even real? Cristiano sitting on my bed, bawling his eyes at me with a downpour of emotions that I can surpisingly read? Love? No way. He's surely underestimating me for the bruise now, for me being a careless, a useless nobody to the team. I
I'm contemplating over what to do now, my heart is going nuts. 120000 miles per second. I can feel my knees buckle underneathe but what is this other feeling? It's like me and Cris have a connection, and it's really me who's over-thinking the possiblities.
I placemy hands over my chest and look away, my cheeks and ears burning vividly. Comfort radiates off Cris, and something else that I doubt if it really is what I think. It can't be possible that he likes me...right?
He laughs, his ultra zaddy voice making me blush harder and my heart practically over-doing it's work. I slightly look to his direction and when I do he's standing infront of me, cowering over me completely.
I stick to the wall looking up at him, as he closes up, the warmth from his body re-assuring me of everything, his cologne making me picture things rather unholy.
- "You won't ask me how I got in, or why I'm here?" I gasped a sharp breathe of air, for Lord knows what. I gaped my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I just looked at him, embarassed, flustered, in love,..lets just say alot of emotions being carried out in the process.
- "Then allow me to explain myself," I just stood in awe, and in confusion. What explanation? At the moment, I don't care. I'm too happy just by his presence.
- "I love you, Ney." The whole world flips over, feeling like time stopped all of a sudden, my body fixating into place. He loves me?
All the days that I suffered, cried, without anyone by my side, over-thinking everything. Envying Leo and Cris's friendship. Saddening to think that Cris hates me, but in reality, I was too stupid to notice that it was just a simpe thought of mine. None of that was real, like now.
He slightly leans over, placing a tender kiss on my lips. I throw my arms around his huge and hunk of a torso, tears running down my cheeks, pouring over all the emotions and love I prevented myself from showing.
He returned it equally with his, our lips moving gently in sync. I couldn't have wished for anything better than now. This moment. Cristiano slides his hand to my hips, grabbing the towel, a pull away from leaving me stark.
He pulls away just enough to speak, as I gasp for air. We lock eyes, his orbs screaming everything about passion now. The atmosphere starts to shift to something rather foreign to me, yet tempting. I feel my body heat as he gropes my ass, his eyes asking for permission.
How did I just read him? I nod as he tugs it off, placing me on the bed and discarding his shirt, launching himself on top of me, his body huge compared to me, a stickman. (Jude, previous XX)
- "I've waited for this..for so long. Ney, if you would?" His eyes feast over my body, while his hands gently rub my waist with strong re-assurance. So this is what I, too, have been waiting for after long.
So long it took, a ride of misery, for us to unite. So long. I sob, not because of over-thinking again. I stopped that already. I sob from finally feeling loved, feeling loved from someone I thought I'd never have a chance with.
- "We can stop N-" I shut him up with my lips, because I know he's over-thinking it too. We could've been on the same page, but like Leo said, God does everything for the best. He was right.
- "I-I waited too..for so long..endured all the misery that nobody could see.." I mumble through a downpour of emotions. He places pecks all over my face, pulling me closer.
- "Make love to me Cristiano..I don't want to wait any longer.." I whisper while my body shudders from the sudden change of events and my body about to go through a new change, both physically and mentally. This moment is worth the wait.
- "As you wish, Princess." He starts with a kiss, carrying out the process slowly and gently, making sure I'm with him throughout it. Making sure I'm feeling loved and not ravished, making sure we're both one on one.
Best things are indeed saved for the last.
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This is a pretty long one tbh. Give me more ideas, and I'm looking forward to another Jude x Haaland and Cristessi. So ideas in dms. Enjoy :)