i deleted my eyebrows for nothing.

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Is faceapp sexist, or is it just that society’s beauty standards are much higher for women than for men?

I played around with everyones newest obsession, Faceapp, yesterday and tried it out on both myself and my family. I had a lot of fun with it at first, but then I noticed that it treated my face differently than my brothers face. And thats where you might say “well of course it treated your faces differently, you are two different people”. But the thing is; when I put the female filter over my already feminine features it made me unrecognisable. It made me look younger, it smoothed out my skin, made my face rounder and smaller, my eyes bigger, my hair more voluminous, my eyebrows thinner, my lips plumper, and it even game me a smokey eye. I looked like I was a contestant on “Toddles & Tiaras”! But then when I put the male filter over my brothers face it changed absolutely nothing. He looked exactly the same and it made me feel self-conscious about all the changes it had made to my face.
But instead of deleting the app and wallowing in insecurity the rest of the night I became curious to see if it would do the same to other female faces, so I decided to conduct a little experiment.
I google image searched “female celebrity” and “male celebrity” and downloaded all the best pictures I could find and gave them the same treatment I gave myself and my brother. These are my results.
As you can probably see, the before and after pictures of the male celebrities look almost identical, but every single female I put the filter on looks like a different person. Not to mention that these women are already all done up with expensive hair and makeup. Imagine the changes the app would make to an “average” woman. Because, apparently you don’t look like a woman unless you have flawless skin, big round eyes, and plump lips.
This only goes to show how society treats women and men differently.

What are your thought on this? Do you agree? or am I making it out to be a bigger deal than it is?

Engraved pt. 14

Masterpost
<– Engraved 13 | Sheltered 2 –> | Chased 1 –> | Engraved 15 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 9770
Notes for updates: 40
Warnings: Fraud, some form of threatening, S.M.U.T. and not the fluffy king. swearing, piercings.
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: Okay so finally we got here, what all you (sorry) impatient bitches have been waiting for. Enjoy it, and kindly fuck off! For the nice people, let me know what you think i love you <3

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Your pov

She didn’t scare you but she took the words out of your mouth. You needed a few seconds to reply to her. Miyong was quite a lot shorter than you especially on those heels you were wearing. Hers were only 3 inches or so.
“You’re Miyong? Jongin’s girlfriend?” you asked, putting the ball in her court.
A blush spread out over her cheeks and she looked to the side. “I’m not his girlfriend, and with all the women, like you, clinging to him I don’t think he needs me.” She mumbled a bit, and you saw that she was disappointed, her gaze flickering to your friend.
“Hey, I need to go to the bathroom, and it’s quite the walk. Mind accompanying another girl? I hate going alone.” You said, and she frowned at first but then nodded.
You walked out in front of her a little, down the hallway that stated where the ladies room was. When you passed most people you slowed down to her speed.
“What is a tattoo artist doing, as the date of Kim Minseok?” she asked, looking at you.

Originally posted by jimjammed

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A quick analysis of Ian's scenes in 7x06, or also: why Ian and Trev won’t have my blessing. Trenever.

I wanna focus on their exchange of lines, their reactions to eachother, and the effects they have on one another. Oh, I said quick? I meant sit down son, let me fill you in.

In the first scene, Trevor brings Ian some music and invites him to part-ay. And I don’t think it’s because of Ian’s sleepiness, but because of Trevor’s sad choice of words that Ian doesn’t seem that much enthusiastic about it. In fact, Trevor says:

“There’s a rager tonight. No cover if you bring in a twink.” 

Ian raises his eyebrows, loses his smile and swallows. He’s visibly upset. Why is he upset? It could be because of the familiarity of feeling objectified and sexualised, it could be because he told Trevor he’d rather stay friends just a couple of days before, it could also be because he can’t go out all night to drink and dance because of his pills and sleep schedule, and he doesn’t want to explain it to Trevor because he’s afraid of losing him. 

“They’re taking over one of the old slaughterhouses. Calling the party Meat Market.”

Uhmmm Emmy Rossum, shall you explain me a little what drove you to define Ian and Trevor’s relationship as ‘love’ in contrast to Ian and Mickey’s relationship of ‘war and sex’ again?? Because as soon as Trevor called Ian a twink, my internal Mickey stood up and burst out with “Who do you think he is? Some twink?” and then proceded to give Trevor an imaginary kick in the balls. 

So Ian hides the fact that he’s upset, and says “Cool, I’ll see if I can go”. And then it’s hell rising. 

“So, if I come by your place unannounced to give you music, it freaks you out?”

Well, Trevor, since you don’t know why he freaked out, and you see him upset, why not just ask him, instead of assuming you know why he reacted in a certain way? Ian was fine when he saw you at the door and was fine when you gave him music - he wasn’t fine when you made him understand you’re still hung up on the idea of fucking him, and he wasn’t fine when you made an undelicate comment - remember? Like when Ian said that transphobic shit to you a couple of episodes ago. The only difference is, Ian doesn’t know how to express his feelings, doesn’t know how to explain himself, because he is emotionally unaware. Result? Trevor doesn’t understand him, and worse, doesn’t realize he doesn’t understand him. 

“Listen, you wanna tell yourself you don’t want me, that’s fine… I’ll play along.”

Woaaaah a bit in over our heads, aren’t we? The fuck, Trevor? Have you even stopped to think for a second about what could be the possible reasons of Ian not wanting to have sex with you right away? Don’t you see how wrong the phrasing ‘you wanna tell yourself this but I know you really want something else’ is? Jeez, you seemed like a sensitive guy, what’s up with the manipulative attitude? Besides, it doesn’t look like you’re playing along, to me. Like, you’re doing the exact opposite of playing along. 

“But I have plenty of friends, so if you’re gonna make things weird, I’m out.”

Okay, just stop. Guys. Do I really have to list all of the problems condensed in this line right here? Because firstly oh, good for you, Trevor, you have a lot of friends. Like Ian- or maybe not, because Ian’s only got you right now, and Ian needs human contact right now, and Ian is so desperate that he’s very willing to be influenced by your words and your feelings, if it means he’ll be accepted and loved by someone. And what’s ‘making things weird’ supposed to mean, apart from Trevor blaming Ian for the awkwardness that ensued? Is refusing Trevor sexually “making things weird”? Because let me tell you, Trevor, if you wanna stick around, you’re in for a big surprise: because nothing makes things weirder than a mental fucking illness, so maybe it’s not such a bad idea to take off right now. 

BUT, since Ian can’t hear my voice (obviously the voice of reason, pfft) in his head, and can’t explain shit to Trevor, he only tries to make him back off with an “All I said is I’ll see”, which is the truth, after all. Trevor replies with a passive aggressive “Keep the music”, and storms off.

My question is: is it so hard to respect Ian, and respect his feelings, and try to understand them? Like, it’s obviously the hardest fucking task in the world, because apparently only the cutest cinnamon-eyebrow roll ever existed has succeeded in the mission so far.

So, moving on. Actually, I’m gonna continue under the cut because I don’t want to completely clog the tags, although I do want people to see me because I like to be watched (get the reference).

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Sorry this took so long. I don’t care for Rowaelin, and I’m not all that into Aedion (although by the end of EoS he had my attention). They’re cool and all, they just don’t do much for me. I usually delete the prompts I get for them (sorry!). But since these two prompts kind of lined up, and cuz Aedion’s family issues make him way less static as a character, I figured what the hell!

[Family Dysfunction]

“Oh my gods,” Aedion mumbled to no one at all. He poured himself another drink, downing it in one go. Dorian eyed him from across the long dinner table they’d set out on the deck of the ship. “What?” he spit.

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anonymous asked:

22 “Delete it. Now.” with Barba please!!!

Gladly! Enjoy! 


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22. “Delete it. Now.” | Rafael Barba

He was a man on a mission when he stormed into the precinct on his lunch break that afternoon. Not that he was ever aimless when he walked into the bullpen, but today he was especially driven.

You were sitting at your desk, as was Mike across from you. Rollins and Fin were leaning on theirs, talking idly to one another. Carisi was trotting in from the hallway near the bathroom, happily dotting on to some uni about something that he found entertaining. 

Everyone was content, going about their business quietly.

That is, until you heard Barba storm in. In fact, everyone’s heads shot up as they directed their attention to the brazen entrance.

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BTS reactions to seeing/hearing about your ex

Jin:

You were cleaning out your apartment and had asked your boyfriend, Jin, to help out. Being the clean freak he was, he eagerly agreed. You had started off well, but it was the afternoon now and you would stop every so often to look at the old items you’d forgot you owned. Jin picked up a dusty old book and turned to a random page. There was a picture of sixteen year old you giving a boy a kiss on the cheek. “Who’s this?” Jin said, holding up the album for you to see. “Oh, that guy? That was Leo, a guy I used to date back in high school. He was so romantic,” you sighed. “Really? Then why did you break up with him?” Jin said, looking a little hurt. “Hmm, I guess we just drifted apart,” you replied. You saw the look on Jin’s face and quickly added, “but that’s a good thing! If we hadn’t, I would have never met you and we wouldn’t be together!” Jin nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. But I’m romantic as well,” he said, wrapping you in a hug and giving you a big kiss on the cheek. 

Originally posted by agustdefsoul


Yoongi:

You were out at the mall with Yoongi, having a rather good time, when you spotted a group of people you went to high school with. You groaned, hoping they hadn’t seen you, when you noticed your ex boyfriend was part of that group. He looked over at you and smiled, causing you to divert your gaze. “Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here,” you pleaded quietly. “Are you okay?” Yoongi asked, worried about your behavior. He’d never seen you so anxious before. “It’s my jerk-faced ex,” you replied coldly. “Oh god he’s coming over here.” You quickly ducked behind Yoongi while he followed your gaze to the guy that was approaching you two. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you for so long, babe!” He exclaimed. “There’s a reason for that, Kai,” you spat back. Yoongi pulled a face when Kai called you babe, and pulled you closer to him. “We should catch up sometime,” your ex said. “No, Kai. I don’t want to ever catch up with you,” you said. “Aw, don’t be like that, Y/N,” Kai persisted. “Look, buddy, she doesn’t want to talk to you. She’s moved on,” Yoongi said. Kai gave you a smug smirk and glared quickly at Yoongi before leaving you two alone. “You have my number!” Kai called out. Suga raised his eyebrows at you and you said, “no, no I don’t. I delete that asshole’s number the day I broke up with him.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Hoseok:

Today had been a super lazy day for you and your boyfriend. Neither of you had wanted to do anything, so you had spent the day surfing the internet and watching YouTube videos together. “What’s in that file?” J-Hope asked, pointing to a folder on your desktop. “Oh, nothing,” you said quietly. “Just some photos.” J-Hope’s eyes lit up at your words. “Some photos? Y/N, you must show me them!” “They’re super embarrassing though!” You cried as he opened the file. Pictures from your senior prom popped up on the screen, causing J-Hope to let out a giggle. You just hid your face in the blanket while he flipped through them. Every now and again he would comment on one of the pictures, but you weren’t really listening until he said, “aww, is this you and your boyfriend? You look super cute!” You raised your head and looked at the screen. There you were, seventeen years old, with your ex boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your waist. “Yeah, um, that was Ryan. We dated for about a year,” you replied. “You looked so cute together, why did you break up?” J-Hope squealed. “He left for Japan, and I stayed here,” you said. “If I wasn’t dating you, I would totally ship you and Ryan,” Hoseok commented. “Too bad you are dating me then,” you smiled.

Originally posted by nekosshi


Namjoon:

You and Rapmon were out shopping at the mall since you had just been payed for your job and wanted needed a few new clothes. You were in a shop and Namjoon pointed out a pair of jeans he thought would look good on you. You agreed and went into the changing rooms to try them on. It took you a couple of minutes to decide if you actually wanted to buy them; when you had made up your mind you headed back out to tell Namjoon. He was standing where you had left him, only he was talking to someone familiar. It was only when you got closer did you realize he was talking to your ex boyfriend. You and your ex ended the relationship on a good note, but you didn’t really feel like talking to him so you sent Namjoon a text. “Meet me out the front in two minutes,” you sent. Namjoon got your text and looked up. When he spotted you buy the changing rooms he gave you a look that said, ‘what are you up to?’, but did what you said anyway. After you had paid for the jeans, Namjoon caught up with you outside the store. “What was that about?” He asked. “That was my ex you were talking to!” You replied. “What? No, you couldn’t have dated him! He’s such a nerd. I didn’t know you were into nerds,” Namjoon laughed. “I guess my taste in boys hasn’t changed much then,” you smirked. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Namjoon replied. “That you’re a nerd.”

Originally posted by y--oko


Jimin:

Jimin had been complaining all day about how bored he was and how his phone was dead, and it was just starting to get on your nerves. “Here, play on mine,” you sighed, handing him your phone. His face lit up, causing you to smile and all your anger to disappear. You were out having lunch with your boyfriend and a couple of your friends, so you started a conversation with them. Not long after Jimin had opened Piano Tiles did a Facebook notification come through on your phone. The notification said, ‘Ricky commented on your photo ‘You look so stunning Y/N!’’. Jimin frowned. He hadn’t ever heard you mention a Ricky before. Jimin knew he shouldn’t check, but curiosity got the better of him. He opened the Facebook app and saw that this Ricky person had in fact commented on your selfie you posted earlier. Jimin tugged on your shirt and said, “who’s this Ricky dude commenting on your photos?” You looked over at your phone and grabbed it back. “Oh, him. That’s my ex boyfriend,” you replied. “Oh…uh…why did it end?” Jimin asked. “He moved to California after we left high school. Long distance just didn’t work out for us,” you said. “So…do you still have feelings for him?” Jimin asked, his head dropping slightly. “What? No! Jimin that was like a year ago,” you laughed. “So if he came back from America, you wouldn’t take him back?” Jimin said. “No way!” You cried, slightly offended that he thought you would even consider such a thing. “I’m with you, Jimin, and I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.” You deleted Ricky’s comment to prove your point before pulling Jimin into a hug and kissing his cheek. 

Originally posted by sonyeondan


Taehyung:

You were Skyping with a close friend when Taehyung got home. Your friend was updating you about some people you went to school with and hadn’t seen in a couple of years. So far five people had moved countries, two couples had gotten engaged, one person was in jail, two girls were pregnant, and three couples had broken up. “So what’s assface doing these days?” You asked your friend, referring to your ex-boyfriend. Taehyung had just entered through the door and stopped in his tracks. You couldn’t see him from the kitchen and he decided to listen in to what you were saying. It was out of pure curiosity more than anything - he had always wondered what girls talked about. He tried to hear what you were saying, but the next moment he heard you slam your laptop shut and get up from the table. “Are you alright Y/N?” He asked, entering the kitchen. He saw you standing by the table, a hand pressed to your forehead. “Ugh, this guy - my ex - I just found out he cheated on his sixteen year old girlfriend. I mean come on, she’s sixteen!” You cried. “Man, that sucks,” Tae said, walking over to give you a hug. “Yeah, it does. I guess old habits die hard,” you replied. “What do you mean by that?” Tae asked. “Well, he cheated on me, and I guess that’s something he’s just never going to grow out of,” you shrugged. “He cheated on you? Was he blind? Stupid? Why would he cheat on my beautiful Y/N?” Tae cried. “I don’t know, probably because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants,” you laughed. “I’m glad he did though.” “You’re glad he cheated on you?” Tae said. “Yeah, or else I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

Originally posted by bangthebae


Jungkook:

You and your boyfriend were out at the mall, getting some fast food for lunch. Since the mall was extremely crowded, you and Jungkook had decided that he would get the food while you found a table. After a few minutes of searching, you found one that was free and sat down at it. Not long after you had sat down, someone joined you. “That was super quick,” you said, thinking it was Jungkook back with the food. You looked up and were surprised to see it wasn’t Jungkook, in fact it was your ex-boyfriend whom you hadn’t seen in at least a few months. “Jack! Hi, how are you?” You smiled. Usually you wouldn’t want to bump into your ex in public, but you and Jack and ended your relationship on a good note and decided to stay friends. “I’m good thanks, how are you? Are you here alone?” Jack replied. “Oh, no, no. My boyfriend’s getting us lunch,” you said. “Oh, awesome! Do I get to meet the lucky fella?” Jack asked. Meanwhile, Jungkook had gotten your food and was heading to your table when he noticed your companion. He narrowed his eyes when he saw how happy you were, talking to another guy. You saw Jungkook approach you and Jack and said, “oh, speak of the devil! This is my boyfriend, Jung-” “Nice talk, but I’ve just remembered we have somewhere to be,” Jungkook cut in, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “What?” You laughed at your boyfriend’s antics and waved your ex goodbye. “Who was that?” Jungkook asked once you were out of earshot. “And why was he talking to you?” “That was Jack, my ex-boyfriend,” you replied casually. “Why were you talking to your ex?” Jungkook cried. “Who does that?” “Woah, chill Kookie. We decided to stay friends after we broke up. He was gay,” you replied. “He was…what?” Jungkook said, a blush forming on his cheeks. After a second he added, “so you’re not mad at me for making you leave?” You shook your head. “Nah, it’s cool. Besides, you’re cute when you’re jealous!”

Originally posted by baebsaes


Sorry about the random names, just pretend that was your ex’s name lol

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Imagine #101 Baby sitter (Part 10)

“I hate you Neymar, I hate you for giving up on us,” you cried silently to yourself as you heard his car leave.

He left, no Neymar, no Davi near you anymore. It was as if they took your heart with them. You still could not stop crying, but you had to go away from his place, you had to forget him, there was no other way anymore.

You wanted Neymar, you had this desire of being next to him, but he gave up on you, he stopped fighting for you.

“Why do I think of him all the fucking time, why am I doing this to myself, to Ger…” you cried as you sit in the car, “why did he came in to my life, why did I have to apply for this fucking job!”

You cried all the way home by yourself, you had your best friend yet you felt alone, lonely. You laid on your bed, put your headphones on and made yourself feel worse by putting sad love songs on. Tears were streaming down your face and you could only think of Neymar and his words, you hoped he would answer differently, that he would ask you to choose him again, fight for you.

However he did not, he just walked away, actually traveled back to Brazil even before the final of CL. You firstly found it weird because of the trainings, but you remembered that he was going to Berlin three days before the match to train so he took just two days for himself in Brazil.

“Where are you these days? Not having time for your bestie anymore?you suddenly received a text from your best friend. She was right this last week you were all the time at Neymar’s place or either in the hospital, which you didn’t even told your own best friend.

“I know I’m sorry, I’m just working all the time.”

“Neymar keeping you for himself huh?”

“He just left me actually”

“What do you mean? He fired you?”

“No, he traveled back to Brazil”

“Yes, but he will be back?”

“I’m with Geronimo so it doesn’t matter”

You didn’t feel like answering her anymore, even if you felt bad for not telling her everything that was going on. Then you got another text, but this time it was from Geronimo who already got back home. You answered saying that you would go sleep, so you would not have to text with him.

You were mad at yourself, at Neymar, because everything went wrong. You wanted to make it work between you two, because you felt something special going on, and it is. However, the timing was not on your side and tear you two apart from each other.

You fell asleep in tears imagining how it could have been if he would tell you his feelings before you would go to Geronimo.

The next morning you woke up and it did not take long that you remembered what happened last night. You walked in the kitchen and because you didn’t feel like eating you drove to the hospital. The doctor said that your mother could leave and go back home today, at least something was getting better.

“Hey honey, alone today?”

“Hey mom” you forced a smile and kissed her on the cheek, then sit next to her on a chair, “yes, he went back to San Sebastian.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked concerned and took your hand. It was impossible not to see that you were sad.

“Everything is wrong mom,” you cried a little, forcing yourself not to cry in front of her.

“Oh baby, what happened?”

“Why is love so complicated, why does it have to hurt so bad”

“If you don’t want to be with Geronimo, you need to tell him that. You need to put your own happiness in the first place”

“It’s not him; I mean it is also him, but… I can’t stop thinking about Neymar”

“Why are you with Geronimo if you want Neymar?”

“I thought Neymar was with Bruna, so I agreed to be with Ger, but as much as I try to be in love with him there is no succeed.”

“Listen (y/n), you can’t force yourself to love someone you don’t. You cannot control your feelings, your heart. Sometimes it will drive you to wrong decisions, but your heart will always be the one who will tell you the truth, your mind is trying to avoid. However sometimes you need to avoid the road your heart is trying to take to avoid getting hurt.” She said and pulled you closer to hug you while you were crying.

You cried in her arms for a little while until the doctor walked inside and told your mother that she can finally go back home, because the results are great. When you drove back home you were still silent, she didn’t talk much either, because she knew you were not in the mood to talk.

After taking care of your mom and helping her out with everything she needed you went in your room and took your laptop with you on the bed. You went to see if there were any news of Neymar and they were. There was a few photos of him and Davi arriving to the airport in Sao Paolo.

“I miss you little one,” you said placing your hand on Davi’s photo. Not seeing that cute little smile of him was hard, he could make you smile and happy just by one look.

Then you closed your laptop, staring at the ceiling. “Mom is right, sometimes you need to avoid your heart and listen to your mind. It’s time to stop thinking of you Neymar, it’s time for me to live my life as I did before. Maybe it had to be this way, I guess we were not made to be,” you said trying to stop destroying yourself.

*Neymar’s POV*

Back in Brazil, back with my family. Except everything feels wrong. (y/n) was not next to me, she was on the other side of the world, with another guy. I could not force her to get with me, she has the right to choose herself and I guess she did.

I left Davi at Carolina’s house before driving to my own house. Carolina was happy to see us after this long time being away from Davi. I decided to go home, not stopping for a drink as much as she insisted me to. All I wanted right now was to be left alone with my own thoughts, even though I knew that Rafaela would not let me.

“You’re finally back!” Rafaela shout as I walked inside and jumped on me, I missed her a lot.

“Yep” I smiled at her, seeing her beautiful self after so long. After that mom and dad both walked to me and hugged me. I needed time for myself so I said I would go sleep.

As I laid on my bed, I looked at my phone. (y/n) didn’t know, but I took a picture of her once, while she was sleeping. She looked so cute and innocent; I loved this picture of her. I missed her, I never felt strong feelings like this for a girl I knew for just a few weeks, but she was special. I knew that the first day I met her.

I smiled looking at this picture of her again, but then I had to do it, I had to stop myself from getting hurt again. I pressed, “Delete” and in a second she was gone, I was left with only my memories of her.

“Sorry Ney, I just need to take my headphones… What are you doing?” Rafaela walked inside noticing me upset on my phone.

“Nothing, just looking on Instagram” I forced a smile and lied, but she knew me better than that.

“C’mon tell me which girl you are stalking” she smiled and laid next to me, trying to see what I was looking at, but there were no more photos of (y/n) anymore.

“No one”

“Ney…” she raised her eyebrows. I hated how she could read me so well.

“Davi’s baby sitter. She is taken so it doesn’t matter anyway”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. Davi likes her?”

“He loves her,” I said smiling as I remembered how happy he was when he saw her walking home or when he insisted in me marrying her.

“Then she must be amazing”

“She is… But enough of her. She is taken and I need to concentrate on the final of Champions League,” I said and I meant it. There was no time to cry after a girl now. Barcelona needed me and I wanted to win this trophy, it was my dream to pick up that trophy since I was a little kid.

“True!” she smiled, kissed me on the cheek and left the room. It didn’t take long before I fell asleep. I was so tired that I slept the entire afternoon and woke up the next morning.

The next two days in Brazil went away fast. I was constantly around with my friends and with my family. We went to some parties and I did get drunk one night. There were so many girls trying to hit on me, but I had just one girl in my mind. As much as I tried to forget about her, being with any other girl felt wrong so I avoided them.

After those two days in Brazil, I traveled to Berlin. The team was waiting for me and we had to train as much as possible. That third title had to be ours.

*Your POV*

Three days passed already after Neymar left. No news from him, except a few photos from some parties, guess he forgot about me pretty fast. It did bother you, but you tried to avoid anything that was about him.

Except Davi, you were so happy that his mother sent you a picture of Davi in the pool and called you so he talked with you. He was so happy to talk with you and he kept on asking you to come to Brazil one day, but you had no money to afford that. Also it would be wrong after what happened with Neymar. He woul not approve that.

Geronimo was not answering your calls lately, he barely text you, just like before he came to Barcelona. You were unsure why he could never find the time for you; as much as you wanted to make things between you two to work, he was not helping. Last time he was avoiding you was because he surprised you in Barcelona, but now he had no excuse.

“Hey honey, come here!” you heard your mother from the kitchen while you were watching TV.

“Yes?”

“So, since you were such a good girl while I was at the hospital, I thought I would give you something.” She smiled and then handed you something.

“Oh my God, how much money is it here?” you looked at her surprised, but happy.

“Since you and Geronimo can’t see much, I thought I would make things easier and let you go buy a ticket”

“Thank you, so much! I love you mom!” you hugged her and then immediately went in your room to pack all your stuff.

You were happy to go to San Sebastian, to go see Geronimo. Things between you two had to work somehow and by going to his city for a week, would definitely help. You packed everything and the next morning you went to the airport to get yourself a ticket. Just before you got in line, you got a call.

“Hey Davi” you moved away to talk with him.

“Hey! How are you (y/n)?”

“I’m good, how about you? What are you up to today?”

“I’m with Rafaela, going to see pai play the final!” he said happy and reminded you that the final was tomorrow already.

“Oh, right.”

“Will you come too?”

“Sorry Davi, but I can’t”

“But pai would want you to come!”

“I’m not sure of that” you said quietly to yourself. “Listen Davi I need to go now, but I promise I will watch the game at home! Call me soon, miss you, bye” you said and hung up, before he would tell more about Neymar.

You were just getting on a plane to see your boyfriend and the last things you needed was Davi asking you to come see Neymar. You went back in line and bought yourself a ticket.

Your flight was in an hour so you didn’t need to wait long. Before getting on the plane, you asked Geronimo for his address, saying that you want to send him a gift, because you wanted to surprise him in San Sebastian.

After a few hours, you were in San Sebastian. You took a taxi and drove to Geronimo’s place. It was a big house, much bigger than yours but not as big as Neymar’s. Before you walked inside you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

You tried to open the door and you made it inside, since he didn’t lock the door. When you walked inside you could hear the TV playing. You walked in to his living room quietly and noticed him on the sofa. You placed your hands on his eyes and waited for him to guess.

“Woah, who is this?”

“A girl who traveled all the way to see her boyfriend” you said and he immediately turned around smiling and kissed you.

“What a surprise! I’m so happy you came to see me” he said and got up to hug you.

“I’m glad you are” you smiled and kissed him again. You were happy to see that he was glad you came after avoiding your calls. Yet something had to make you feel upset again. You noticed the Sport news on TV and Neymar was giving a press conference.

“No, not now, not today. You won’t destroy this day, you won’t make me regret it Neymar,” you thought to yourself as you walked out of the hug and turned off the TV.

“So, where will you take me?” You smiled and looked at Geronimo who looked a little bit confused and unsure. 

anonymous asked:

Can I request Tsukishima, and Kooru teasing their s/o for being short? Thanks! I love your blog! 😄❤

((i’m glad you enjoy the blog. c: it makes me happy to hear that! I hope I did this request justice though haha!

-mimi))


“Kei!” You cry out, arms stretched above you. “Give it to me! Please!”

“Oh? You said please this time.” A smug grin graces Tsukishima’s features.

“Geez!” You huff. “Kei quit being mean!”

The blond raises an eyebrow. “Me? Mean? I don’t think it was me who took a picture of another person sleeping.”

“If you give me my phone back I promise I’ll delete the picture.”

Tsukishima doesn’t give your request any thought. He instantly rejects the notion. “Not a chance.”

You stand on the tip of your toes. That does nothing to increase your height; the highest you can reach is his arm. You continue to helplessly stretch. A smirk never leaves your boyfriend’s face as he watches you desperately reaching for the phone he effortlessly held up beyond your reach.

It doesn’t take long for you to take notice of his grin. You attempt to scowl at the male, but all you can manage is a pout. “Kei you giraffe! You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Giraffe? Is that supposed to be an insult?” Tsukishima chuckles.

“Yes it is you beanstalk!” You stood your ground, hands on your hips. “I demand you return my phone!”

Although he would never admit it outloud, Tsukishima definitely enjoyed these little banters with you. He appreciated how you were never insulted by his teasing remarks and actions, making these situations more enjoyable. He also got to see the pout you always had on your face which was one of your endearing expressions.

And he wanted to enjoy these fun moments with you longer.

“Hmm… I don’t feel like it.” Tsukishima answers, walking away from you.

You gasp. “Kei you butthead!”

“Tetsu! Welcome home!” You greeted your boyfriend as soon as you heard the door click close.

“Good to be home.” Kuroo slips his shoes off, leaving them at the door.

You stand in front of him, eyes shut close and your lips puckered and ready for a kiss.

Although the male would very much like to return the kiss, there was something adorable of you standing before him awaiting his lips to meet yours.

After nothing had occurred you open your eyes. “Tetsu?”

“Hm?” The male cocks his head to the side, feigning innocence.

“Can I have a kiss?” You ask meekly.

“Of course you can.” A smirk never leaves his face.

You failed to notice the grin in his expression. Still hoping for one kiss, you shut your eyes and again pucker you lips. This time you stand on the tip of the toes, to match the tall height of your boyfriend.

Realizing your boyfriend had been using this moment to tease you, you open your eyes. Kuroo can’t hold back a snicker as he watches your expression change to a scowl.

“You’re making fun of my height again!” You accuse of him.

“Me? I would never!” Kuroo calms his grin, forming a soft expression. “Alright I’ll give you that kiss…”

That gentle visage of his was for naught - it was another one of his tricks!

A mocking grin is back on his face. “I’ll give you a kiss once you can reach my lips.”

“Tetsurou!”

Not Like Them Other Girls - Nate Maloley

Request: Nate Can you do a Nate imagine where the reader gets mad when Nate calls Andrea babe on social media and they get in a fight and it ends kinda fluffy

Ya girl turned 18 today WHOOP WHOOP :D

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I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through social media when I started getting a lot of notifications. More than normal. I scrolled through my newsfeed and saw a lot of people tweeting screenshots of a certain tweet. Nate’s fans were going crazy over this tweet so I decided to check it out. I opened the picture and scrunched my eyebrows. 

 ’@Andreaaaaaxo: I had a good time last night 😘 @skatemaloley‘ 

’@skatemaloley: me too babe @/Andreaaaaaxo😘

 I gulped and felt my chest constrict. Nate told me he was going to the studio last night. My heart thumped hard against my rib cage as I thought this over. I had all these emotions hit me at once- anger, jealousy, hurt, sadness, betrayal. 

 Andrea was his ex-girlfriend. I never really knew why they broke up. Then again, I never asked. All I know is that she was his 'first love’ as the boys put it. I can see why Nate would date her. She was gorgeous. Hazel eyes, long blonde hair that had natural waves, long eyelashes, round nose, small but noticeable cheekbones. Definitely prettier than me. 

 Why did he lie to me? I thought I could trust him and I thought he trusted me enough to tell me these things. 

My mind started racing with all these thoughts of what they could have done together last night. Tears pricked at my eyes. He wouldn’t cheat on me, right?

 "Hey ba-“ I heard Nate start to say before he stopped and looked at me. I looked up at him and glared at him. He stepped closer to me and I stood up from the couch. 

 "Woah, ma. Whats wrong?” He asked, concern and confusion masked on his face. 

 "Like you don’t know.“ I spat.

 "No, I really don’t know.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

 "Where were you last night?“ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. 

 "I was at the studio, why?” He asked, still confused but I could see his eyes starting to show he was worried.

 "You’re such a liar!“ I said, slapping my thigh. I pulled out my phone and read the tweets to him. I looked at him expectantly. His mouth opened in an o shape and he put his hands up in defense.

 "Babe, listen to me, it’s not what it looks like.” He said, stuttering on a couple words. 

 "Bullshit Nathan!“ I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. "I know what it looks like and it looks like you snuck off with her. And babe?! Really? Is that what she is to you now?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in frustration. 

 "Y/n I didn’t lie! I was at the studio and she showed up out of nowhere. She hung out with the boys and I for awhile and then left. I swear nothing happened and that was nothing, I was just being stupid. I deleted it!“ He rushed out, his eyes wide and his cheeks tinting red from nervousness. 

 "Why couldn’t you just tell me that? I wouldn’t have gotten mad if you would have just told me instead of letting me find out through Twitter. Really Nate? I found out through Twitter. My own boyfriend didn’t trust me enough to tell me what was going on. And just because you deleted it doesn’t mean your off the hook. It makes you look even more suspicious!” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. 

 "I didn’t want you to get mad and do exactly what you’re doing now.“ He raised his voice. "I knew you would throw a bitch fit if I told you. I wasn’t just gonna be like 'Oh hey, Andrea stopped by. I’ll be home later. Bye’. Whatever, so what if I call her babe? I call my fans babe all the time and you have no problem with it then. What’s the issue now?” He exclaimed, getting frustrated. He ran his hands down his face and sighed. 

 "Well if you put it like that, yeah I would!“ I yelled. "And that’s different! You know that! Your fans aren’t your ex-girlfriend or as everyone else says your 'first love’. So yeah I’m gonna have an issue when you call her babe. Makes me think you’re starting to like her again.” I looked down at my hands. 

I knew Nate and her still talked. They were still friends and it put my insecurities on high. My biggest fear was that he would start liking her again and leave me in the dust. 

 Nate sighed and approached me. He lifted my chin with his finger and looked directly into my eyes. “I don’t want her. Not anymore. I want you and only you.” He whispered. I threw his hands off of me and stepped back. 

“But why?! She’s much prettier than I am! I mean everybody can see that she is straight up model material. And compared to her, I might as well be chopped liver!” I cried out. My insecurities pouring out. A tear fell down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. “You know it’s hard. I’ve seen all your ex-girlfriends and they’re so pretty. Then there’s me and I’m nothing close to those girls, especially Andrea. I try to convince myself that I’m good enough but it’s hard.” I croaked out. My voice cracking. “I’m just waiting for the day that you break up with me for her or some other girl who’s prettier than I am.” I whispered. 

 Nate stood there, shocked. A pained look in his eyes. I’ve never really showed this side of me before. The vulnerable and insecure side of me was always hidden under a tough facade. So Nate’s reaction was expected. 

 "You really think I would leave you for one of them?“ He asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "Why do you think I’m with you and not them? How can you not see it?” He whispered, his eyes searching mine desperately.

 I looked down and sniffled. He stepped in front of me and lifted my face with his hands. He held my face in his hands securely and stared into my eyes; making sure that I would understand every word he was about to say. 

“You are nothing like them and that’s why I fell in love with you. Harder than I have ever fallen before. Yeah, they have perfect bodies, pretty faces, and so on. But so what?! I don’t want perfect, I want someone who’s real. And that’s you. You don’t need to be model skinny or have flawless skin because you’re beautiful the way you are. I love the way your hips make you have an hourglass figure, I love the way your stomach gets a little pudgy when you sit down, I love that your face has freckles and that you break out when you eat chocolate or when you’re on your period. I love your thighs, I love your eyes, I love your smile, I love your ass, I love your body. But most importantly I love you. I love everything that you hate about yourself, your imperfections, because that’s what makes you who you are. Who you are couldn’t be more perfect to me. For me. It’s you ma, it’s always been you and it will always be you. Can’t you see that?” He asked, his voice cracking at the end. 

His eyes stared so deep into mine like he was trying to transfer what he felt. The intensity in his state forced me to believe everything he was saying. I had more tears in my eyes, but they were tears of happiness. I couldn’t help the smile that made its way on my face. 

My heart swelled at his kind words and I felt myself becoming less insecure. I felt safer knowing what he thought of me. I felt better knowing that he preferred me over those other pretty girls. I guess I always knew deep down that I had to have done something right to keep him around, but I just need the reassurance sometimes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to become so stupidly insecure. I love you so much. Nothing can ever change that.” I whispered, staring deep into his eyes. 

 He smiled and kissed my forehead, bringing me into a tight embrace. 

“I promise little mama, nobody can compare to you. You’re everything I need.” He whispered into my hair. I smiled and pulled back. I brought my lips to his in a passionate embrace. I kissed him with so much passion and so much love, in order to show him how I felt. He kissed me back with the same amount of force, reassuring me that he felt the same. 

We pulled back, our breaths heavy. He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. His jaw clenched and unclenched. His hand was resting on my neck, under my ear, while his other arm was wrapped securely around my waist. I had my arms around his neck. One hand buried in his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I returned the smile and he pecked my lips. 

“So how about we go to dinner? That’s what I had originally came down here to ask you.” He chuckled. I giggled and nodded my head. 

“That would be great. I’m starving.” I said. 

“Then let’s gooooo.” He said, taking my hand and dragging me to the door.

“Wait!” I said, stopping. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. 

“I need shoes.” I pointed down at my naked feet. He face palmed and let go of my hand so I could grab my shoes. After I put my shoes on, I walked towards where he stood waiting at the door. 

“What would I do without you?” He chuckled, closing the door behind us. 

“I don’t know. Your life would be pretty boring.” I winked and hopped in the car. He chuckled and shook his head, starting the car and driving towards the restaurant. 

 I know for sure that my life would be boring without him.

1D Preference: He Catches You Dancing/ Singing Out Loud To One Of Their Songs

Harry

You were alone at home. Harry had gone out with the boys to an interview at some radio station. He’d be back for dinner, so you decided to cook with some music on the background. Hours went by with the greatest hits from the 80’s, the 90’s, classical music… and a bit of One Direction.

“Oh, wow, been a while” you chuckled while chopping the vegetables when a certain song started playing.

Lately I found myself thinking,

Been dreaming about you a lot

It was not one of your favourites, but it surely was catchy.

He drives to school every morning while I walk alone in the rain” you sang along as the voice of your boyfriend filled the room.

You started moving with the music, not being able to not dance along. You took the kitchen cloth that was resting on your shoulder and started twirling it around as you ran in circles, just like Harry did on the This Is Us movie.

On the fourth time you were still bouncing around the kitchen counter you felt someone behind you. You screamed, stopping short and turning around, as the person behind you kept doing what you were doing barely seconds ago with a smirk on his face and shirtless, using the t-shirt he was wearing as you were using the cloth.

“Harry!” you shouted, yet relieved “you scared me!”

“Sure I did, love” he said bouncing around the counter one more time and stopping next to you. “Because we both know that if someone broke into the house the first thing he would do is twirl around with you”

“Maybe he would!” you chuckled, playfully pushing him.

“Well, if it was me, then I would!” he sang twirling around again.

“Harry, stop it!” you laughed, covering your face with your hands.

He laughed and left the t-shirt on the table.

“Let me help you with those veggies” he smiled giving you a kiss on the nose, taking the kitchen cloth and putting it on his shoulder.

You smiled and shook your head, sitting on the counter ready to have a wonderful dinner with your goofy boyfriend.

Liam

“Baaaabe!” you heard Liam calling over the music playing on the speakers “we’re going to be late!”

“One more minute, babe!” you answered leaning on the chest of drawers so you could see yourself in the mirror that was on it.

You applied a coat of mascara as a song started playing.

I think I’m gonna lose my mind, something deep inside me, I can’t give up. I think I’m gonna lose my mind, I roll and I roll till I’m out of luck

You started moving your head with the music, eventually sliding the mascara on your cheek.

“Shit” you cursed under your breath as you took something to clean it off, “Hotter than a jet stream burning up, I got a feeling deep inside…” you sang along with the blond member while you danced around, looking for the purse you were going to take.

“I got a feeling deep inside that we’re going to be late and Paul is going to hate me” Liam chuckled from the door.

“Liam!” you said turning around “you were downstairs!”

“And you were coming down in five minutes twenty minutes ago” he replied.

“Oh, come on! Twenty?” you laughed “twenty minutes ago you were in the shower so…”

“So we’re gonna be late” Liam said “if it were another concert, I wouldn’t mind, but since I’m the one giving it I think we really should get going”

“Can we finish listening to the song?” you pouted. Liam opened his mouth to answer “I won’t be hearing it at the concert cause you’re not singing it” you quickly cut him before he could said anything.

“Fine” he said rolling his eyes “but in the car. Get your iPod and we’ll listen to it on our way to the stadium”

“Yay!” you squealed and hugged him.

You knew Liam didn’t like listening to his own songs, so that was a big deal for him.

“Babe?” you asked as you walked down the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“You know nobody loves you the way I do, don’t you?” you smiled.

Liam smiled too, his eyes squinting a bit.

“Yeah” he said “I was going to put the song anyway, so you don’t need to flatter me”

“I mean it!” you protested.

“I know, babe” he laughed “Nobody loves you the way I do either”

Louis

“First, you have to destroy your inhibitions” you said with a fake deep voice as the piano chords started filling the room “You first destroy, then create” 

“Oh, for God’s sake Y/N, you’re not Danny DeVito, what are you doing?” Louis chuckled entering the room.

“Balls!” you shouted as the drums started playing as well.

“Oh, no” Louis said sitting on the sofa and covering his face with one hand.

She’s been my queen since we were sixteen, we want the same things, we dream the same dreams, alright, alright” you sang “Come on, Louis! You can be the chimp!”

“Oh, no” he said looking at you and smiling cheekily “Oh no, you didn’t”

“Oh yes I did” you answered raising your eyebrows.

“Come here” he said standing up and started chasing you.

I know, I know, I know for sure” you carried on singing “you’re never going to get me, no; you’re never going to get me cause you’re slow” you sang with the tone.

“Fine!” Louis said hands in the air “I’m going to let everybody steal you” he said, sitting on the sofa again.

Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean” you sang, imitating Liam on the video.

“Babe, you dance worse than Liam; and that is saying something” Louis said on his sassy tone.

Your jaw dropped.

“Oh, no, you didn’t” you said in a threat tone.

“Oh yes I did” he smirked.

You ran to him and started tickling him in the tummy. He tickled you back and you knew you had nothing to do.

“N-n-n-no!” you breathed out “please stop it”

“Am I still a chimp?” he said, his fingers on your tummy still.

“No, no you’re not” you sighed as he surrounded you with his arms “are you still going to let everybody steal me?” you asked.

“Nah” he said giving you a small kiss and pointed at the air “She belongs to me” he sang the last line of the song.

“Cut!” you shouted with that fake deep voice again.

“You’re a lost cause” he chuckled before pressing his lips to yours.

“That was all right” you said with the deep voice, before giggling and kissing him back again

Niall

Hey girl I’m waiting on ya, I’m waiting on ya

“Oooh!” you squealed, excited when Liam’s voice exited through the speakers and you started dancing around.

You were alone in the bedroom and Niall was downstairs with the boys watching football, so you had decided it was a good time to organize your closet.

Yeaaaah, we’ll be doing what we do” you sang with Zayn and imitated Harry pointing in different directions just before jumping around with the chorus.

This song was so 2012, but it was catchy and fun you couldn’t help but sing along and dance throwing your hands in the air. You took a hairbrush you found in one of your handbags and jumped on the bed.

You started doing the rowing movement on it before bouncing again with the chorus.

And giiiirl, you and I…” you sang with feeling, when you suddenly heard some giggles behind you.

You could already feel your cheeks burning as you turned around to watch your boyfriend with his bandmates and a phone.

“Niall!” you jumped off the bed and walked to him.

They all burst out laughing, Niall’s laugh standing out from the others.

“Give me that!” you said trying to get his phone.

“No!” he laughed even harder “This is so going to Instagram”

“No!” you shouted “Don’t you even dare” you threatened him

“Or?”

“Niall James Horan!” you shouted and the boys oohed provocatively, “You stay out of this” you said to them raising an eyebrow.

“Let’s do something” Niall proposed “you versus me. If you win, I delete the video. If I win, it goes on all our Instagram accounts”

“Win on what?”

“Football match” he replied “if my team wins, I post it; if it loses, I delete it”

“Deal” you said.

But what you didn’t know was that the match was already over and the Derby County had won.

“That is cheating!” you protested, but nothing could be done.

You watched in terror as Niall uploaded the video, which got thousands of likes in barely hours and another thousand comments.

But you didn’t forget about it and got your revenge some days after uploading a video of shirtless Niall giving it all in Best Song Ever while he was cooking lunch.

Almost chopped his finger off with that enthusiastic dance 😂😂” the caption read “#OhWell #YouKnowWhatTheySay #YouGottaLiveWhileYou’reYoung 😉

Zayn

You were home alone. Zayn had gone to the studio to record some songs for the new album and this time you couldn’t go with him. So when you returned from the mall and he wasn’t back, you decided to watch a movie. You smirked to yourself as you opened the doors of the living room cabinet and took out a white DVD cover.

You put the DVD and pressed play, but you didn’t sit on the sofa.

“When I was small, I had a desk. It was weird, because I wrote on it, When I grow up, I wanna be a singer” an Irish voice exited the living room speakers and you couldn’t help a squeal.

Some minutes later, after a slap that made you laugh, you squealed again.

“Oh! What’d you do that for?” the Irish voice asked.

Then the roaring started, followed by…

It feels like we’ve been living in fast forward; another moment passing by

U-u-up all night” you chorused dancing with the music.

The party’s ending but is now or never, nobody’s going home tonight (U-u-up all night)

Katy Perry’s on replay, she’s on replay” you sang bouncing “DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake; people going all the way, yeah all the way; I’m still wide awake… Here we go London!” you screamed throwing your hands in the air and singing the chorus at the top of your lungs.

You danced and sang out loud twirling and bouncing around the living room until you spotted a figure by the door.

“Zayn!” you exclaimed stopping and pressing pause “how long have you been standing there?”

“From… when the DJ got the floor to shake for the first time” he chuckled scratching his chin.

“I’m… sorry” you said blushing from embarrassment.

“Why are you apologizing, babe?” he said coming to you and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips “I like it when you go on, like, fangirl mode”

“Oh, shut up” you said playfully pushing him away.

“Why did you pause it?” he asked turning to the TV

“Because… well, because you’re here”

“So?”

“You won’t want to watch it” you answered

“I’m willing to make an exception” he smiled “but lemme take a shower first and change my clothes”

“All right”

“Don’t press play”

“Why?” you chuckled

“Because” he replied “Now I wanna see it”

“Oh, God, Zayn” you laughed.

He returned some minutes later and lied on the couch.

“You wanna seat?” he asked moving a bit so you fit by his side.

You snuggled next to him and rested your head on his bare chest.

“You sure about this, little boy from Bradford who’s now smashing it?” you asked mocking his Bradford accent.

“Ey!” he jumped “I’m still smashing it. I’ve got a beautiful girlfriend and everything I could have wished for”

“Oh, shut up” you said kissing him, wondering how did you both get so lucky.

~~~~~

[NOTE: This is my first 5/5 preference! It wasn’t requested, I did it because I wanted to and because I wanted a short preference (is this called a one shot?) I don’t know haha. Hope you like it :) xx]