Thank you, Juninho.

cati rafaella. 17. brazil. I started writing because it's my way to escape from the reality. In everyting I write, there's a little part of me which I hide somewhere. My only and eternal love is football, since I was very young to understand its rules. I just loved the way those men moved with that ball. Neymar was the one who let me fell in love even more with this amazing game, he is the one who makes me risk everything and he's my ispiration, my strenght, my light, and my man. He is the present I've been looking for years, and I'm thankful with God he's with me. I'll always be.

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EmW & Neymar Jr | crackship by me.

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cute af

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[ There’s no way I can’t love you (pt.1) | Neymar imagine

I am going to write several parts of this imagine, because as you will understand reading, the story’s just at its beginning. I don’t think I’ll be able to post a part every day, and I beg your pardon for this, but I’m wasting a lot of efforts on studying. I promise I will post as often as I can. I hope you will like this. 

I was woken up by my phone ringing.

Who the hell is this, I asked myself whilst rubbing my eyes. When I noticed it was 4 o’clock in the morning and I was lying on the sofa and I saw a lot of papers around me and the TV on, it suddenly came to my mind that I had fallen asleep at about midnight, during a movie. I couldn’t stand this. All I ever was planning to do on this September Friday night was watching something and eating a pizza, but a. the pizza I ordered was elastic as fuck and b. there was nothing on TV, neither Keeping Up With The Kardashian. The only movie I could spot started at 11.30 and it was Lemony Snicket, which kinda always made me melancholic. So I fell asleep.  

I switched on a little torch and finally found my phone, which was ringing insistently on the table. As I slid to unlock, I already knew it was… “Kendall. Fire out.” “Oh, hi, that’s me! I’m fine, too. Thanks, Y/N.” She replied sarcastically. “How are you?” “Tired.” “Why?” “Umm I guess I don’t really know, but oh let me see what time is it… 4:10 am. Who knows!” “OK, sorry. I beg your pardon. By the way, you remember about that ‘thing’ about Madrid, don’t you?… Doing press conferences about that thing I don’t even remember about at Real Madrid…” “I…do” I really remembered about that joke. I was angry, so I told Kendall and my friends that I was going to move to Madrid to attend lectures at university and holding press conferences for Real Madrid. They knew I really hated Madrid and Real Madrid because I supported Barça… but I had no idea about what she was going to tell me. “Hear, Kend-” “I am going to tell you something incredible. Hold on… you’re now going to move to BARCELONA!!”

…what? I swear to God this can’t be happening. I was just joking. I wasn’t even planning to move!

“Sorry?” “Yes! And do the same things there! You can thank me and Carla later. This is our present for you. I couldn’t stand seeing you sad. Hey? Y/N? Can you hear me?” My immediate thought was that I would have died. I couldn’t believe it… I hoped she was just joking, too. “Oh my God… Kendall, please, tell me this is a joke so that I can go to sleep again…” “Why should this be a joke?” “Because I was JOKING! Mine was a damn JOKE, Kenya, a JOKE!! For God’s sake, why don’t you think a bit before acting?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! And now I must leave to go to BARCELONA-do you even have an idea of what it means? I mean, do you?! Oh please, someone murder me. Wait on a second…”

I noticed an email notification on my pc. I clicked on it and suddenly, via link, a big text appeared. It was from FC Barcelona, and they welcomed me to pass the next two years together. Panic was invading me… immediate transfer… we would be glad to host you in a flat in the city center… meet the squad on Saturday, September 23rd… attend formal dinners with the players… “O-ops… well, Y/N, you can renounce and stay here, if you want, this is no big d-“ “This is no big deal? Are you kidding me?! I just received a mail from FC Barcelona. They’re saying that I must move as soon as I can, which means next week. Immediate transfer. You’re a jerk!” “Please, Y/N, don’t hang up, I’m so-“ BIP.

I held my head with my hands, thinking about it. There was no solution, I knew, because I had to move quickly. I had a strong headache which made me totally hopeless… Barcelona. This noun was dancing through my brain like a ballerina. I just had to keep calm: after all, at least it wasn’t Madrid, and I already knew a lot about Barcelona, which was a plus. I also had a friend there, Alfonso. Well, it wasn’t really a friend of mine, but yes an acquaintance… nope, I had just saw him once or twice as he was the owner of Jamon Experience, a restaurant I used to love at the Rambla. He was a little bit old for me, and he neither was handsome: he was just kind, sweet and very sweaty. And he surely couldn’t remember my name, so who cares.

As I was going to move soon, I checked all the flights of the week and went for one on Friday. ‘One week to go’, I told myself. I went to the bathroom, cleaned my face (again) and then finally went to my sofa, where I laid wanting to sleep. It was already 4.40 am and I was bursting inside. I never minded about loneliness, but I think I will be really missing my life and my few and still beloved friends: Kendall, Carla, Kimberly, Mariana… forgiving them was simply, by the way. They got me in a real trouble, but life is taking risks or dying. Sometimes taking risk is the hardest choice, but it’s always worth it.

Sun was about to rise and I could see a glimmer through my curtains. Ding ding. I spotted a notification on the screen of my iPhone. I slid and unlocked to land on the Instagram. My phone displayed the picture of two guys sitting on a plane, rocking caps and sunglasses. They were cute. The capture was: @neymarjr: “Back to Barcelona! With my crack @rafinhaaa3 #peganoix #genteboa” Then, I fell asleep as the sun had totally rose.

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Imagine - break up with Neymar

I just wanted to do a longer version of a break up video with Neymar and Spencer (Troian) so yeah, let me know what you think :)

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Bye

Okay, seriously this time - I’m deleting this blog and if you still wanna follow me, wait a few minutes and then you can follow my new blog that I’m gonna create asap. The url is gonna be ohmymorata.

[imagineymar]

bye bae :’( gonna miss ya

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neyfinha well despite I wouldn’t do the same, and I mean never (blogs are my baees y.y) I guess the choice is all yours. But it’s like killing a son for me D’:

[imagineymar]

Ótimo blog! Embora é novo o bastante, estou adorando. Só utilizo tumblr pra ler imagines sabe né?! Kkk parabéns pelo ótimo trabalho feito. Beijo no coração x

Ahahaha muito bem então, acho que é merecido né kk! Brigada minha querida, tô amando o carinho que vcs estão me mandando, muito muito bom. Queria abraçar todos vcs mas infelizmente não posso, nem querendo muito! kkk proximo desiderio vai ser vontade que pode fazer tudo, claro ahaha! Valeu minha linda. Beijo, Cati Rafaella 

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hey babe! I'm so happy to hear that you had such fun time around the world, you deserve it, tell me all about it and keep doing what you do! I was if you could do a neymar imagine where he dedicates his goal to you because you're pregnant, i know it's not as creative but i love them! Have a great love and lots of love <3

“A Special Goal” - Requested #3 |  Neymar Jr. imagine

hey! Thank you so much for your love. Yeah, sincerely, it’s been amazing! So… here is the imagine. I found the plot really cute for sure! Hope you like it. Beijo, Cati Rafaella 

Me andNeymar have been together for two years. When I saw him for the first time, Iwas a student at the Friendly School in California, and I was about to pass anexam. My friend Emily was a football fanatic, and she used to watch footballmatches as often as she could. I still remember that once, while I was sleepingat 4AM, she suddenly started shouting. When I asked her why, I already knew theanswer: she was watching a match. “I’m watching a match, Brazil vs USA. Andknow what? Neymar has just scored an amazing goal!” she shouted. “Ney-what? What the hell is Ney…?” Iyawned and squeezed my eyes. I had  neverheard that name before.   “Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N? Don’t tell me you don’t know him. He’s aBrazilian footballer. And he’s sooo hot. Let me show you some pics” she walkedto my bed. I tried stopping her, but she sat next to me and typed Neymar Jr. on Google Chrome. Thrilled,she showed me a tracking shot of pics of Neymar playing football, Neymarsmiling, Neymar running, Neymar being interviewed… Neymar… Neymar… Neymar… butI was so tired, and all I saw was this caramel color skinned guy who, eventhough he was well shaped and basically cute, I didn’t like a lot. But as the months passed by, I felt my interest for him growing up until I goteven more fanatic than Em. I joined her watching matches and supporting him andhis teams. Five months later, I got a scholarship to study in Rio de Janeiro. My dreamfinally came true! I packed my bags in two days and left the college withEmily. She was as eager as me to find out the marvelous  land of Brazil, where, during a party host inSao Paulo, I’d met my boyfriend: Neymar.

Once heproposed to me, we moved to Barcelona as he signed a new contract with theCatalan team. My life in Barça proceeded well, also cause I really liked thatcity and I was really in love with Ney. When I met him, in fact, I was 18 years old and I was a virgin. At the college,I used to think that I’d have had my first intercourse at the age of 23. But ashe approached to my life, everything changed in a blink of an eye. I found out I was pregnant after two months I’d left Brazil. At the beginnings,it was a blow to me, but when I told Neymar, he started hugging and kissing melike he was at the seventh heaven. He helped me telling the new to my family,too, and my father made me swear that, despite my young age, I would have beena dedicated mom. And I promised.

…

“Y/N? Areyou ready?” Rafaella called me. I was still finishing my makeup and hairstyle.“We’re gonna miss the match if you don’t hurry!” “Coming in a sec!” I yelled back from the bathroom. That day we were going toCamp Nou to attend the match Barça vs Real Madrid, the so called Clasico. I was really thrilled, becausethis was the first big match I’d ever attended. “Oh, finally! Come on, let’s go to the car.” Rafa said as headed to the livingroom where she was waiting for me. She grabbed my hand and I followed her topink Porsche. We arrived at the stadium an half hour later, and we immediately found ourseat. They were the only empty two of the reserved area. As we sat down, thematch began. At the beginning, Barça was suffering Real’s severe attack, leaded by Benzema,Bale and CR7. He was like a lightning! Despite Real Madrid was attacking likebeasts, I’ve always thought, since even before I’d met Neymar, that Barça wasthe strongest team in the world, especially in these last years. Even after thePep Guardiola era, it remained the best. And I knew the squad would have provedit that evening. In fact, after ten minutes, FCB started attacking. Jordi carried the ball fromthe defense to  the midfield, whereMascherano took it. He started running towards Messi, and passed him the yellowfluorescent ball. Leo Messi started running like the wind. He was sided by Suarez and, a bitbefore him, Ney. As in his career he had already scored loads of goals, Messichanged direction. All the stadium was yelling. “What the hell is he doing?” “Messi!The score is over there!!” I heard shouting from the tribunes. But la pulga didn’t seem to care. He ran over Neymar, and suddenly, passedthe ball to 11. I don’t remember all the action; I just remember an emotion at the end, whenthat ball, flying, got in the score. Then, the stadium exploded just like abomb. Even protecting my baby bump, I was yelling and jumping too, with Rafa besideme. The most beautiful moment of that night was when, after scoring, Ney took theball and placed it right under his shirt, imitating a baby bump, and when heplaced his thumb in his mouth just like a dummy. Then, throwing away the ball, he came below the tribune we were in andindicated in my direction, making the heart shape with his fingers. I smiledback, in tears, sending him those kisses I couldn’t give him in that moment.Then, I noticed I appeared on the big screens and everyone applauded.“Hey you!” Gil said, caressing my bump “look what a daddy you have!”

[imagineymar]

Requested by Alessandra - “Diamonds” | Neymar Jr. imagine

Hey Alessandra! Thank you for requesting. Here’s your imagine, let me tell you I really enjoyed writing it. That’s very long, I don’t know how to stop myself ahaha

Btw, I hope you’ll like it! Beijo, Cati Rafaella

I closed my book and stood up from the bed. As I took my pink watch, I realized I had been sleeping for two hours. “Hell”, I whispered. I walked downstairs with only my underwear on. It was so cold outside, but my house was cozy and warm, and every time I dressed up I started sweating. I was really hungry, so I went to the kitchen and looked up for my boyfriend, Neymar. Our relationship started three months ago, and there were a lot of people who didn’t accept it. Some of my familiars – my sister, too – said that he was not the right kind of guy for me. In my life, I’ve had always achieved lots of degrees in foreign languages, I’ve been a really studious and serious girl and I knew everyone wanted me to marry a doctor or a lawyer. Someone important. Someone who graduated. And then Neymar came. I had focused on my own studies in all my life. That was what mattered to me. I was never dreaming about falling in love with a footballer. “Look at him: he’s not enough for you” my aunt said when she saw a pic of Neymar and me, hugging and smiling. “He’s got an awful style, and it doesn’t look like he’s a good type. Moreover, he’s got those horrible tattoos. And he’s not enough for you.” I couldn’t deny it that, at the first gaze, Neymar looked like a bad boy. So young, and so full of money. So young, and so full of tattoos. So young, and he already had a son. So young, and rocking his own style. And what a style! I never told him those critics, not because I was afraid I’d lost him: although our relationship was a on and off thing, I loved him, and I knew he loved me back. And I’ve been loving him during every second of my life since I met his gaze first, even when that phrase, “he’s not enough for you”, rang out my head. That didn’t matter for me, because he was by my side. And that was all I cared about.

When I went to the kitchen and headed the fridge, I suddenly remembered that it was his birthday. Don’t get me wrong: I knew about it, but it was 7 a.m., he wasn’t home yet and I woke up two hours before. My mind was still floating through the cozy clouds of slumber. I took the bottle of milk and my cereals, and I ate my breakfast in peace. That was the first birthday he was spending with me since I met him in Sao Paulo, and I was already thrilled about the party he was going to host that night! I cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs to have a shower and then get ready to go out with some of my friends. I had already bought my present for Neymar, but I wanted to get him something that should’ve let him stunned enough to talk. I threw my underwear on the bed and went straight to the shower. I was letting streams of water and soap glide on my skin when I heard the door of our bedroom opening. I also heard the noise of bag falling to the floor. “That’s him” I thought when a ray of light passed from the door of the bathroom. I didn’t turned as I knew it was Neymar. “Hey? What are you doing?” he asked me. “Wasn’t that obvious?” I said to myself. “Amor! Happy birthday! By the way, just having a shower” I replied back. Neymar stood in front of me, and I could see him through the panel of the shower cabin. He was blurred, but I could notice he had something in his right hand. I opened the panels a bit to see better. “What’s this? I mean, it was on our bed so I just th-“ “My underwear. What should it be?” I watched him. He looked me from my feet to my head. “Do you mind if I join you, maybe?” he smirked. “I do! Go downstairs and wait for me. Bye!” I said and I laughed. “Come on Ale! Just a birthday present!” Ney looked at me with those amazing eyes, knowing I couldn’t resist. “Ahahah nope! See you later, Juninho!”  

Ten minutes later, I was ready to go out. I found Neymar sitting on the marble table in the kitchen, checking his phone. I stood in front of him and placed a kiss on his lips. Their taste was the thing I liked the most in the world. They were pink, and soft, and I felt like I could have kissed them the whole day. “I’m so tired”, he said, leaving his phone on the surface. I could see it from his eyes. They were beautiful as usual, but also very tired. “Just go sleeping, my love. I’ll be there in a moment.” “Where are you going to?” he asked me. “Surprise!” I grabbed my phone and then headed to my car. I placed my purse on the right seat. Then I accelerated and drove away, heading to the Rambla.

 I met my friends near the zebra crossing between Plaça Catalunya and the Rambla. Since me and Neymar made our relationship public, my fame obviously grew and lots of girls who didn’t use to care about me in the past wanted to be now my friends. It didn’t bother me, as my best friends were those and I would have never changed them. Julia, Mariana, Flavia and Raissa were my other four sisters. I threw my phone in my purse and we started walking towards a stunning shop near the heart of Barcelona. As I headed to it, I also watched around me and noticed how Barça was beautiful, and how it’d changed my life. We found the shop five minutes later. When she entered, Flavia was stunned. It was full of diamonds, everywhere: on the walls, on the floor, on the tables, with some water blue inserts. “Welcome to Tiffany’s’ store in Barcelona” a young girl said. She was wearing a beautiful skirt, the same color as the little box who contained beautiful jewels. She introduced us to the rest of the shop, a long series of shiny corridors and chambers. I went straight to the table at the end of the room, where a woman was waiting for me. As we approached, she rocked a beautiful smile. “May you show me your card, please?” she asked me. My friends didn’t know what I was talking about, but I did. So I grabbed a white card from my purse. It was signed by the owner of the shop and it had my name on. I was about to show a document too, when the lady spoke. “It won’t be necessary. Thank you, Alessandra, I knew you would have came. My name’s Ynes” she said, shaking my hand. Although she was a bit aged, she was still a stunning woman. “Follow me, please.” She went to the little room behind her and took a water blue box. Near to the mark Tiffany’s, there was also a ticket. It showed my name. “That’s ready” she smiled, giving me the box. “Wanna see it?” “I do, thanks!” I was really thriller to find it out. About thirty seconds later, I did. And that was so amazing, just as I thought, that all of my friends widened their eyes. In that little box, there were two rings: a feminine one and a masculine one, and both had a lot of tiny diamonds on it. In the inside, my ring had Neymar’s name, and his had mine. Also, I requested to write in both rings one of the most beautiful phrases he’d ever told me: you’re my sun, you make me shine like diamonds. Everyone liked it, so I payed, grabbed the box, saluted Ynes, and went away with my friends to get ready for the party.

 8.10 PM. Our black car was speeding through the streets of Barcelona. Neymar was stunning in his smoking. He’d wore something else, but he knew I liked him in smoking, so he made me this present. That wasn’t a material present, but everything mattered to me. And I wasn’t claiming material presents, anyway. We reached the local we rented for the party. I noticed there were already a lot of cars in the parking, in fact, after the applause we received when we made our entrance, I could barely see Neymar because the crowd was so huge. As he saluted his friends, I went searching for mine. I found Tata Estaniecki, Gabriella Lenzi, Boo Unzueta and Neymar’s sister, Rafaella, in the next room. They were sitting on a white leathered couch and they waved. As soon as they saw me, they started waving their hands. “Ale!” Boo shouted. “I want to show you a person. Diego, let me introduce you to Alessandra. Alessandra… well… he’s Diego. My husband.” Bruna smiled as he met Diego’s gaze. I’d never met him, but I could see they were in love. “Aww! What a new. That’s amazing! Congrats! Nice to meet you, Diego.” I shook his hand. “Thanks, Alessandra. You’re a nice girl. Why doesn’t my wifey tell me about her nice friends?!” he laughed. “I thought I was enough for you, D” Boo kicked him on the shoulder and they both started laughing. They started talking about how they met and when. Tata and Rafaella joined the discussion, too, and soon our room was full of laughter. As the time passed by, a guy approached and told me my sister was coming. I excused with my friends, and went to join her, but as I passed through the main room, I noticed something strange. I took a few steps back and turned my head slowly. And no, I wasn’t wrong. There was something strange. I couldn’t see her face, but Neymar, the one who used to love me “like nothing in this world” was kissing a brunette girl.   And I was so done. I turned and ran away towards the canal, crying. I still had the box in my right hand. I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks and I couldn’t mind if anyone had noticed I wasn’t here anymore. I stopped near a wall and I irrupted in all my tears. I felt my makeup melting slowly. It also started raining hard. I looked at the canal. There were a lot of stones in it, and the river was very small. It couldn’t cover it all. I rolled the box through my hands. All my feelings for him were in my hands right now. As hard as I could, I threw it away. With a little sound, it fell on the stones. I called a taxi and headed to the nearest hotel, leaving all our love in that canal. I was done with that shit.

  Three months passed since that awful night. Neymar called me a thousand times, but I refused to answer. I just had to slide to answer the call. But what should I have told him? I knew I still loved him, but he wounded me so much. All I felt was pain within. I was sleeping when the doorbell rang. “Coming!” I shouted. I opened the door, and he stood in front of me. He had nothing in his hands but the water blue box. My water blue box. I looked in his eyes. “What do you want from me?” “May I come in?” Neymar asked, ignoring my question. “I am gonna ask it once more: what do you want from me?” He walked in, and closed the door behind him. I wasn’t sure of what he was going to do or say. I shut up. “Alessandra, I have no words to say how I’m incredibly sorry. That was all my fault. The girl I…” he sighed “I kissed… that night… she was my ex friend, but Rafa’s still a friend with her. I didn’t want to kiss her, but she did it anyway. I refused to do it, and I got mad at her when she did it. I was the first one who noticed you weren’t there anymore, so I ran out to find you, and as the rain fell down, I saw this box in the canal. I know that’s yours. I didn’t open it yet.” Neymar gave me the box. It was ruined by the rain, but it was still whole. He looked me in the eyes. “Forgive me for all that I have done. And all that I would do is not because of you.” I wanted to control myself, but I couldn’t. Why doing this to me? Neymar was there, asking me to forgive him. I quietly opened the box and showed him the rings. They were as amazing as I remembered them. Neymar took his, and read what was in the inside. “ ‘You’re my sun, you make me shine like diamonds’ do you remember it, Ney?” He didn’t speak. He just cried, and then kissed me passionately. I hugged him, crying too: I didn’t need an answer. That was enough.

[imagineymar]

hiya what's up I love your blog by the way. so can you please make me a Neymar imagine where me and him have a on and off thing and it's his birthday he has this huge birthday party and we are together until I see him kissing another girl and then we fight and he has the worst party ever then a few months ater we get back together? thank you so so much oh and by the way my name is alessandra.

Hey Alessandra! Sure. I’ll be working at it. xo 

[imagineymar]

Just request away, guyz!

It’s been a while since I posted the last story here. In the meanwhile, I took a degree, I’ve travelled to Spain, France, Brazil and USA and I’ve spent my free time in Ibiza, enjoying my life at famous discos such as Pacha, Amnesia, Ushuaia. My year has been long and beautiful, thanks God.  Now, I want to dedicate my time to you. So hell yeah, request any imagine you want: smut, romantic, adventure... everything! Just write me explaining the plot you would like me to write about.  What else? I’ve got a lot of free time, so request, request, request! Beijo Cati Rafaella

[imagineymar]

Guyzz! :)

I am so sorry I hadn't been writting for a while but I was too busy to dedicate some time to Tumblr or just chilling around. Believe me, I am really sorry. However, at the same time I want to congratulate with all these writers here on Tumblr: today I read some of your imagines and all I can say is that I am deeply in love with 'em all. I love the way you write and tell stories, soooo just keep it up!  Now. About me. I am sure I am gonna write something during next days, but, as you know, tomorrow will be Christmas Eve. I am going to a family dinner at about 6 p.m. and in the morning I'll have to do many things and buy presents and all this kinda stuff. So, if I'm not posting between today and tomorrow, I really want to wish you a Merry Christmas to spend with people you love with joy, health, and peace. May all your wishes come true and your lives become way better that how they actually are, day by day, since this Christmas.  Thanks x

[imagineymar]

Christmas Party / requested by Anonymous.

Hey! So, thank you so much Anonymous for requesting. This is a special- and very LONG as it took me A WEEK - imagine as it’s the first I’ve ever wrote on request – so mine’s really a special thank you. What else? I hope you and the readers will enjoy this. (if you do, please let me know by liking or reblogging or just noticing someway) cat x Anonymous: Hey, can you please do a Neymar Jr. imagine where you and him are getting hot but then you answer a phone call and then he keeps kissing you etc?

*smut alert* *Y/N’s POV* “Okay! Uhm, yes… merry Christmas to you too! Bye, see you soon” I said to my friend Kristen, then hung up and put my cell phone on the sofa. It was the 24th of December, the Christmas Eve. I had hurry with dressing and making up because I was invited to a party host by my family, here in New York. I looked at the mirror, glancing at my lips to cover them with a fiery-red lipstick, and I could see the lights of my Christmas tree and all the adornments around the house reflecting in the glass and lighting my hair up in a weird way. They looked red (according to the intermittence of the lights). After had put all the makeup on, I went on dressing up. I opened the wardrobe and took a beautiful sequined short red dress, with some white inserts, and fitted it up. I wore my heels and had a final glance in the mirror: I was ready, just had to decide how to style my hair. “Try with a braid.” I turned. That was my sister’s voice. “A braid, you said?” I answered as I tried to style my brown hair in a provisional braid which descended by the left side of my neck. I bent my head and arched my eyebrows. I liked how I looked like that evening. “You’re right.” I told her, and she smiled. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs with her. We got into our car and drove away to the place of the party; I looked stunned at the skyline which silhouetted by our side. “Am I okay? Y/N, do I look okay?” my sister asked while we were waiting for someone to open the door and let us enter. “Yes, you do, Sara! Keep calm, you’re really beautiful tonight.” I told her quietly. She continued talking, undaunted, but stopped when heard someone grabbing the handle and opening the door. “Hey, girls!” my aunt Bruna exclaimed “come in!” She let us come in by stepping aside. The house was amazing and cozy. It was prettily adorned with Christmas trees, numbers of bulbs, tiny Santa Claus everywhere, and little statuettes of Christ: classical, naives and stylized ones. There were also lots of presents and packs above the trees and the magical view of New York from the window, with the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty and the skyscrapers, embellished the ambient. I saluted the members of my family. “Okay”, she said, pushing us gently, “let me introduce you two to some people you don’t know.” Oh my God, I thought while following her among the noisy crowd, I hate introductions. I was already figuring these old relatives which I didn’t know, softly kissing my hand and telling me how I was incredibly beautiful, how I looked like my mother – they’d ask me where my mum was, and I’d answer she was somewhere in the house –, how old I was and if I had a boyfriend. I’d politely answer that (even if I actually had one, who was Steven) no, um, I hadn’t: the study took all my free time but, even if I hadn’t time to face and engagement, I would really have liked having a boyfriend.

But nothing was like I thought. As we stopped in front of a well-shaped guy, who was about 20, I tried to look beyond to find the old woman or man I had to salute, but the guy tried to attract my attention. “Hey?” he said, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes, “all okay?” Before I could realize the situation, I heard my aunt’s voice. “Y/N, Sara, let me introduce you to Neymar. Neymar, these are Y/N and Sara Marques.” “Very pleased to make your acquaintance” he said as he kissed our hands. “Pleasure’s all ours”, my sister said. Neymar smirked, but wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at me, at my dress, at my legs, at my face, at my full body. The tension in the air between us was too much, so I cut by saying: “Well, uhm, sorry, I-there’s my cousin calling me”. I pointed my finger to my cousin who was in the other room, and left Neymar. *NEYMAR’S POV*

I glanced her slender figure walk, step by step, away from the place of the house where we’d met. She was medium height, I think, but looked so far from being “short”, as her breathtaking long and tanned legs moved through the crowded room. She was thin, but still buxom: she had enough breasts to let a guy lust her. As she moved, her bright dress was illuminated in several ways, and lighted the room up. Oh, stop. I approached to a guy who was using the strawberry punch. Surely one of my friend Rafael’s familiars. “Uh, ehm, hi. Who are you?” he asked. “Well”, I said, “I am…” “Wait. I know who you are.” he stopped me. “You’re the famous footballer. Neymar Jr. Aren’t you?”. He took a gulp from his glass. “Ehm, yes, I am. And you are Rafael’s cousin; if I’m not wrong, Joao. So, J-” “Hey! How do you know who I am?” he asked, surprised. “Doesn’t matter. So, Joao, just a little question, if you could answer: who is that girl over there? I mean, I know her name, but… you know, relationships with someone in here, and…” “Oh!” he exclaimed “yes, I understand. Y/N is Rafael’s cousin. She’s the daughter of those two over there… his father, David, is really severe. A tough man. Non that compliant… don’t joke with him. Everyone here thinks she’s the sexiest one. You too.” I blushed a bit. “No, no, I swear… ehm, go on.” I said. “Do not jerk: she has a boyfriend. His name’s Steven, he’s downstairs. And that’s all you have to know, my friend. Boa sorte.”  I waved my hand to him and walked away, to reach Y/N someway, but Joao grabbed by wrist. “Yes?” I asked him. “Dude… she’s not the kind of girl who cheats on her boyfriend.” I stopped myself on thinking for a while. “Oh, don’t worry about it.” I smiled and finally reached the zone of the room where Y/N was. *Y/N’s POV* While talking to my grandma, I saw Neymar nearing to me. Maybe that was my sensation, but I always felt him around where I actually was. Don’t misunderstand: I liked him and that wasn’t a thing that annoyed me, really, but it just seemed strange. He was handsome, well-proportioned; he had nice face, nice hairstyle, he dressed quite well – which was really much to find in a random guy (yes, I know, Neymar wasn’t random. He was the famous footballer Neymar). I left the chair I was sitting on to go to the bathroom, upstairs: I had spilled some wine on my dress. Once had climbed the stairs – which weren’t covered by anyone –, entered the bathroom and let the water spill from the tub, I started scrubbing the stained part of my dress. “Fuck”, I continuously whispered, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” But magically, maybe because of my copious imprecations, the stain disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief and raised my head to glance at the mirror. I was going to go out, but suddenly the door opened and he, Neymar, came in. I was looking at him with widen eyes, just like a child who’s interrupted while he’s doing something wrong. “Oh, sorry… I didn’t know you were in here.” He said, excusing. “No, don’t worry, no problem.” Approaching to the door, I crossed his gaze and we started watching each other. Now I could figure out what color his eyes were: they were colored in a kind of green mixed with a bit of golden yellow. However, I couldn’t name that precise color; I had just known that his gaze was tough and soft at the same time. I felt like I couldn’t break that eye-contact. I did anyway, and I was all about to leave him here and to go downstairs, but something stopped me: his hand on my shoulder. As I turned, I felt his lips kissing mine hardly and passionately. At first I was paralyzed, but then, once I let my hand slide through his hair, I returned the kiss. I really liked that sensation. Ney locked the door silently, then lifted me and let me sit on the marble surface of the sinks. While he kissed my jaw, then down to my neck, he unzipped my dress and threw it away. For a moment, I thought that the one which flied through the room was the dress I applied myself to clean. Wow, I said to myself, what a luck if now it’s still whole. Who cares? Let’s enjoy this hot moment. I moaned a bit when he started touching my legs and bottom, and moved his hand up and down… up, and down… again… that was so good! He unbuttoned my red bra, first watching it, then throwing it away: I was about naked, had just my underwear on. As he started handling my breasts, while kissing me, I felt a bit oh shyness, but went away after a little bit. It was strange feeling his hand touching, squeezing my breasts, even if he did it softly. “You’re so hot”, he mumbled. Yes. You too, I thought, then said. He actually was; I could imagine those abs, that V line, that all I couldn’t wait to see! As we kissed, I let my hands slide behind his neck: I toyed with his papillon and undid it. Same thing I did with his suit, then with his shirt – they came away with such a ease that I had fun in doing it! And now, I had a glance over his shirtless: marked abs, V line, large shoulders, and sculpted chest. Exactly how I imagined him. I ran my finger through the lines, raising my head to smile to him. He laughed a bit, but returned serious and started to touch my underwear softly. He teased with it, and I started feeling excited. “Do you want me to go on, Y/N?”, he asked, holding my head back by my hair. “Mhh, I do!” The thing was becoming really hot, when I heard a noise: it was like an insistent ringing. “Ney…” I said. He was focused on something else, he couldn’t hear nothing else. He just wanted to make us both satisfied by that moment, which, who knows?, maybe had just been the first one of a loooong series. “Hey? Neymar?” He finally looked at me. “Do you hear it, too?” he asked me, maybe as he heard the noise, too. I had a small flash crossing my mind. With one eye, I saw something laughing according an intermittence on the surface of the sinks. Afraid, just as I’d known what I’d find when I’d roll my eyes to that direction, I looked at him: he really look worried, and nodded, as he knew what I was thinking to. Half-naked, we turned to the source of the noise. That was my cellular phone. “Oh my God, fuck, oh God please help me” I started exclaiming as I noticed that the upcoming call was by my boyfriend Steven. “Oh God, Neymar, what shall I do?” He didn’t looked as worried as I was. I would have expected that, when he’d found out that it was Steven calling, he’d started dressing up again to run away, downstairs. He looked strangely calm, instead. “Answer.” He told me. I swallowed. I slid to unlock and answer, then heard the voice of the crowd from downstairs and Steven. “Y/N? Can you hear me?” he asked. “Yes… yes, I can.” I was looking at Neymar. “What’s up?” “In which sense what’s up?” he asked “I mean, where the hell are you?” “Well, er, where the hell am I?” I repeated to let Neymar hear. He understood the situation and suggested me to say I was gone for some minutes to someone else’s house. “I am at Jenny’s house. It’s in this same condominium.” I answered, finally. “Ah, ok, I und-wait, have you got a friend named Jenny?” I was going to speak, but Neymar, maybe to get me in trouble cause he enjoyed that situation, started to kiss my neck, sucking in spots, and, as a consequence, making me let some moans of pleasure which I had to hide. “I have… her name… she’s… Jennifer mhh! Stewart… ah, stop!” “What? What happened?” he asked “Is there an issue with the signal? Y/N?” But Neymar didn’t want to stop. He went down, now kissing my chest. He stopped there for a while, as he stared at my breasts. And I knew what he wanted to do: that was it. As he let his tongue slide on my breast, handling the other one, I could feel it precisely: he started licking and sucking my nipple, making it harden. He smiled as it happened, but I was worried – even if I really liked it. “N…o, ehm, no issue… maybe yes, ahh, please sto, Ne-ehm, I was saying… no problem. I’ll be back” I stopped to breathe “soon. I’ll… call you later…” “No, Y/N. We’ll solve this question right now. Can you tell me what’s happening?” Yes, Steven, I can. There’s this famous and sexy footballer, and I mean, we’re really getting hot, just above your head, in the bathroom. And right now he stopped licking my breasts and I am about naked. That’s what’s happening. But, as I felt Neymar’s fingers entering in me from below, I had to stop the call as I moaned. If he heard me? Probably – surely yes. But I didn’t care: now Ney owned me and Steven was nothing compared to him. “Do it, Neymar. NOW!” He obeyed. In a moment, I felt him inside me and he pushed first soft, then hard and fast. I arched my back, moaning: I really liked that sensation of pleasure and ‘fullness’ given by him. He was moving up and down, again and again, his abs moving. We both reached the orgasm after a bit; we continued for a bit, then stopped and got full dressed again, laughing as we looked at the mirror. *NEYMAR’S POV*

Oh God! I did it. That was really all I wanted to do that evening. We returned downstairs without arousing suspicions. We didn’t look at each other, but I found Steven and Joao at the corner of the room. “Hey!” Joao said “All okay?” “Yes, definitely. Hey”, I said, addressing to Steven “you look a bit worried.” Steven exploded in a river of words, angry. “I am, dude! The fact is, some minutes ago I called Y/N, my girlfriend, on her phone, and she was weird, she talked weird. I think she cheated on me.” Joao was taken by a flash. He looked at me with his eyes fully goggled; I know he understood something. In the meanwhile, Y/N was approaching. “But you know, my dear” I told Steven “come on, look at Y/N: clearly she isn’t the kind of girl who cheats on her boyfriend!” Y/N smirked.

[ewnlofficialita-blog]

Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.

Emma Watson. (via ewnlofficialita)

[imagineymar]

Hey can you please do a neymar Jr imagine where you and him are getting hot but then you answer a phone call and then he keeps kissing you etc?

Hey! Surely, it'll be ready as soon as possible :)cat x

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Just go to my messagebox and ask me about the imagine you'd want. I will realize every request! :)

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*SMUT ALERT* First Meeting / More than a one night thing - pt.2/2 (NeymarJr Imagine)

A/N: after had spent a night out in one of the most beautiful and renomated locals of Naples with Jess, Y/N spends a night out with someone famous... *SMUT ALERT*

Hours flew as fast as bugs in a flower garden. They literally flew away from my reach, which should be the worst thing in a normal occasion. The weird fact of that night out was that I had to spend it talking and having fun with my friend Jess, but I actually did it with a guy - a famous guy I didn't know until that Friday night.  We talked and talked, about ourselves, about our lives, about what we do and don't like, about everything, sitting on the shining-white sofa. We sat there for three and more hours, ordering lots of lots of alcoholic drinks till' we didn't feel our legs anymore.  At first I sat well, my legs closed, my hair rocking it, my dress all adjusted and my position was the classy one I learnt at my school. But then the pressure and the tension in the air all around us started to fade, and we finished it on weird positions: me, I had my legs on the sofa, with all the shoes on; my hair wasn't fine anymore, I didn't know where I left my jacket (I found it after a while on the floor, but I was so drunk that I couldn't raise it). Neymar was the same as me, if not worst.  My head on his stomach, he softly touching my hair.  "When, umm, I left Brazil", he said, completely drunk "I was looking for a girlfriend. Yessure, I mean, a hot girl. Gata just as you." The clock ringed for 2 a.m. There were still a lot of people in there, but I couldn't see Jesse.  "Okay, that's 2 o'clock." I mumbled, like sleeping. "We, erm, I should definitely go." "And I should definitely come with you." he added.  So we walked around, raised some of our things we left everywhere in the local, and went away. I asked for a taxi, but he said he had a car. I asked where, and he called for it with a whistle.  We sat on the back seance and Ney gave the driver the address of a place I didn't know. It was on Posillipo's hill.  He accelerated and left, as we were watching the panorama which standed around us. That was a cold night, no one was walking around and there were and by now there were less lights coming from the windows.  I laid my head on Neymar's shoulder as we sped away to his mastodontical house. 

*after we arrived* After had asked for permission, I entered the house. Well, calling that enormous mansion house was a bit euphemistic: every single room was bigger than my apartment was. Everything was modern, but cozy as lots of sofas, carpets, beds, pillows crowded the rooms.  "So," I asked, very impressed, "is this yours? I mean, your property?" "Yes", he fastly answered. "It's all mine." I continued staring, like enchanted, at all the furniture and the structure around me. As I noticed that the hous had two floors, and moved on to see the stairs, I felt something grabbing my wrist. I turned and slid my eyes from the hand to his owner: Neymar.  "It's all mine. Just like you tonight." I could swear I saw a flash crossing his bright eyes, but that was too fast even for me: he placed his soft lips on mine and started kissing.  That all was happening to fast for me to realize it, but I liked how his lips tasted. It was a mix of the shots we drank and something unfigurable, like it was his own taste. And that was a fine one.  As I took a small breath, he barbarously let his tongue slide into my mouth, and the kiss become a real and passionate one. I did the same and I took a big grip of his hair, making him moan a bit and holding my hips.  "Bedroom" he mumbled, without breaking the kiss. We climbed the stairs and, whilst kissing me hard, he fingered the wall behind him to find the switch.  Frantically, he took off my t-shirt and threw it on the floor, and I helped him doing the same for himself; he grabbed me and laid with me on the bed. He only broke the kiss to continue his work. As he gave me some of his sweetest smiles, he started kissing my jaw. He went down kissing my neck, making me fold my head backwards; and he didn't stop. He kissed my chest at full, then arrived to my breasts.  He unhooked my black bra and drop it off, staring at my breasts. "You're just so perfect", he whispered to my ear and left me a kiss before starting kissing my breast. I started moaning in pleasure as he sucked my swollen nipple and held the other breasts. I could feel his lips touching the sesitive skin of that part of my body, I could feel his tongue licking it and I felt my heartbeat in my head too. I was excited, and blushing, and he felt it, but didn't stop sucking. "Excited, aren't you?" he asked as my nipple became stiffened. I nodded. "You're so sweet, my baby" he said and kissed me, while unzipped my pants and threw them away. I had only my underwear on, and he took his pants off, so that he was the same as me. I admired his hot body, his hard abs, thinking that now they were just mine. That big erection was, too.  Ney had a jokey smirk on his face. He understood I was inexperienced compared to him, so he decided to tease with me to make my want him more than I was actually doing.  "Do you want it, princess?" he asked, watching me. "I do", I answered.  He looked at my body, smiling as his eyes reached my underwear.  "Umm", he whispered, "not yet." He took my black thong off and started to tease. He touched me right there, making me close my eyes and emit a small scream as he let two fingers slid into my body. I was sweating hard.  He looked a bit worried when he realized I was going to cum, so he stopped teasing and slid into me, as we reached the apex. He run his hand in my hair and I finally opened my eyes. I was amazed by seeing is scuplted abs working hard.  "Hmm!" I mumbled "Faster, and stronger!" Ney satisfied my request and fucked me faster and stronger. I felt full, completed, like he was the missing part of me; and seeing him work for me, sweaty, made me more excited.  "Scream my name, Y/N!!" he ordered, before coming. I was so fatigued that I couldn't concentrate on nothing but the sexual act, but, after some big breaths, I did it.  "Neymar!" I yelled as I reacht my orgasm. Hearing me scream his name made him reach his apex and he let moans of pleasure our of his mouth. He continued moving for some second, then stopped, lying on the bed for the fatigue, his chest moving fastly up and down.  He closed his eyes, then looked at me. "I love you", he whispered. Then, we fell asleep.  *next morning* I was woke by the ringing of my cellphone. Winking my eyes, I grabbed it and slide to answerr the call.  "Yes?" I asked, yawning.  "Yes? Is this all you can say?" "Who the-ehm, who is it?" I asked, lowering my voice as I turned and saw Ney sleeping.  "It's Jess, Y/N. Where the fuck did you spend the night?" she yelled. "Okay, I'm gonna tell you" I gave up "Don't react bad." She was listening.  "Umm, at Neymar's." She shut up. I understood she couldn't say anything; the fact is, what can you say when your best friend spends a night with a famous and hot footballer? I heard Neymar waking up while I was talking to Jess. "Goodmorning, Y/N", he said, kissing my shoulder from behind.  "And-sorry Jess, I must leave you, I have another call." I hang up without letting her say a word.  "Goodmorning, Neymar, baby" I answered, then cuddled with him.

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First Meeting - pt.1 (NeymarJr Imagine)

A/N: You and Neymar meet for the first time in a disco and get to know each other. "Hey, Y/N!" my friend Jess yelled from the other side of the house "Are you ready?" I actually was. We were going to go to a beautiful disco where we'd spend the night with some of our friends, having fun and dancing and drinking (not that much).  I answered I was while I was making some adjusts to my makeup. I looked out of the window: a fantastic skyline of Naples, all lighted up, and the Vesuvio was arounding me, just making me even more excited to spend a week in that beautiful Italian city. I could see precisely all the houses, with all the lights spreading from the houses of the big palaces, and I could also see some of the vesuvian cities: Ercolano, Portici, San Giorgio and others.  It was nearly Christmas time and the weather was though cold, all about icy.  "Y/N?" I felt a hand touching me "Y/N? You said you're ready; let's go then." I closed the window, letting a small whisper of cold wind enter to my bedroom, and walked to the door.  After some minutes, we entered the car and asked the driver (who spoke a simply English with a neapolitan accent) to bring us to the disco. He opened his eyes at full. He was about I can't believe. Me and Jess watched each other, asking why in our minds.  He said, just like he understood what we were thinking, that that place was really beautiful and renomated, and was attended by a young custom, which made us feel more relaxed, and less worried about it.  He drove to the local, we payed and got out of the car.  We were going in when he stopped us.  "There will be a big surprise tonight!" he said. While he noticed we weren't understanding what he was talking about, he said "Don't you two tell me you don't know." "Why should we?" I asked.  "Because everyone knows! I salute you." he answered, waving his hand. He closed the shadowy porthole and drove away.  Walking around to the entrance, we noticed there were a lot of paps impatient to take photos. They looked at every single car, waiting for someone in particular to get out of it.  So was for ours: every single of them watched us exiting the car, and were really disappointed when two normal (but brazilian) girls came out of it.  We passed through two files of them, walking a red carpet, and we laughed, feeling like two stars. We got into the local.  The disco was big and shiny beautiful, stunning. The majority of the custom spoke Italian and some of them a difficult language, which we figured out was neapolitan. But a lot of the guests spoke English, French, Spanish, and Portuguese, too.  We sat on a white couch and asked for a waiter, who came early. We ordered for two Virgin Mojitos, and we got them some minutes later.  Some big screams made us drown: we heard paparazzi screaming a name, asking for pics, and the click of the cameras. Everyone was looking to the entrance.  "Which means... oh my God, Y/N, there is a celebrity coming!" Jess yelled. After some minutes, a guy came in and everyone was getting out of head. Girls and boys approaching, asking for pics and autographs, didn't let us figure out who was him.  A pair of verde-louro (golden green) eyes examined the ambient around, with a small smirk on his face and a tattoo on the left side of his neck: tudo passa.  Tudo passa. Nice tat-wait, what? Tudo passa was a portuguese phrase, and reminded me of something.  "Oh my!" I exclaimed "He's Neymar!"  I felt like everyone heard me, some of them also turned to me.  "Sim" Who was it? "Me." Neymar himself. I was about to collapse. He was so stunning, and hot, and everything and-okay, keep calm.  "Well", I said, "excuse me, ehm, I was just-" "Nope, that's nothing, don't worry."  I whispered to Jess I was gonna leave her for a while, and she just winked. I walked along with him.  "So", he started, "you are Italian." "No." I said. "You won't believe, mas sou brasileira tal com você." (I am Brazilian just as you)  "Oh! That's weird." I looked at him, confused about which part of me didn't look as brazilian as it should've. He didn't speak for some seconds. "I mean", he explained, "meeting such a beautiful brazilian girl in a so far city." I blushed a bit.