i have a busy day today

What Now?

It’s not edited but I managed to whip it up real quick in school. I’m so sorry it’s terrible but I’m still trying to deal with things at home.

I’ll try to update as frequent as possible.

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

Justin’s POV

Loud and relieving. That’s how I would describe the sigh that emitted just mere seconds ago from my own two lips. For what felt like no less then a few days ago, I was once again just absolutely drained. 

It had been a long, long day down on the purpose tour today. Lots of yelling and demands being thrown left and right. People stressing over minor issues that only seemed to blow up and bite us right in the ass later - I was beginning to fall behind, having trouble keeping up, having only got 4 hours of sleep the night before. 

 And above everything - the busy schedule and having only gotten back to the hotel less then 20 minutes ago - I had barely gotten any time with Y/N. 

I knew for a fact she was busy herself though. Today was a rather hectic day if you asked anyone. But it felt a little weird. Slightly wrong in a sense. The two of us had been by each other’s side for the past 16 years. Yes. 16 years. And not seeing her had taken a tole. 

I felt absolutely miserable throughout the day. Having no one who’d make me laugh when I was down or whip me back into shape when I was pissed. I’d known for a fact she was busy down helping Karla with the merch store - setting up for the show and all - but knowing that she was literally only right outside the walls I was setting up in, and wasn’t hanging out with her felt weird.You’d never find a pair of best friends as close as we were. 

Although I did get a few minutes with her earlier on, I kind of wish I hadn’t had that time to spend with the girl. Recently, we’d been having a little bit of a … challenge. A ‘war’ if you must. 

Y/n and I had taken it upon ourselves to push each other to the absolute limit, and see how far we’d get in a teasing match. Yes, you heard right. At the most random, inappropriate part of our day, one of us would just prance in and practically start grinding all over the other, right until breaking point - then leave. 

It had been an oncoming thing and let me tell you, it’s become a bit of a menace and has definitely placed us in some bad situations. Including today. When Y/N and I had miraculously found just a few minutes to spare.

We’d met in my dressing room, me having only 10 minutes till I was set to perform and I was little shaky. 

Palms sweaty, head hot and shaky hands, I parading around the room, breathing in and out in hopes to clear of my pre-stage nerves. Y/n, who’d been in the room no less then 2 minutes, finally peered up from the box of merch she was frantically folding with a high eyebrow. 

“You okay?” She questioned, her tone seeping with curiosity. The suddenty of her voice had my whole body pausing and twisting back to glance at her attractive form. 

“Me? Yeah fine. Just a little jittery.” I sighed. 

Though Y/n shrugged, more then likely knowing how I’d get before a show. It was common. “Don’t worry Jay you’ll kill it. You always do.” 

Her words had a small and grateful smile peering across my lips, head tilting slightly as I smirked down on her, my actions had her blushing in an instant.

“Thanks Y/N.” I chuckled. 

“All good.” She replied, suddenly jolting to her feet with a sly jump. 

I watched in an anticipation as she took small and timid step towards me, repeating this with a little more confidence each time. 

“Besides.” She hummed, licking her lips. It was almost impossible To miss the seductive tone hidden behind the amusement. “That what I’m here for. To calm your nerves.” 

It took not even a second to realise where this was headed, and I was more then ready to shut it down with no hesitation. But In an a mere instant, she was right in front of me body, leant against a wall, trapped right between her. 

“Y/n.” I warned. But she took no warning from my tone. 

“How would you like it, if I did … this?” A sudden strained pleasure was felt throughout my lower region as she palmed her hand against me. 

Oh lord, I was already feeling myself grow against her. “Or this?” And in an instant, her hand was inside and trailing low in my shorts. I slumped back in anticipation, biting hard against my bottom lip as she rubbed against my hard on, growing tall in her hand. It scared me how quick she could get me hard, she was my best friend. I shouldn’t be hard at all. 

“You like that huh?” She smirked, leaning forward to latch her lips onto my neck. No response was heard from me, having no ability to talk, though a muffled grunt of satisfaction was all the response she needed. 

A throaty chuckle was felt against my skin, her body leaning forward to grind against my own, a finger hooked around the waistband of my shorts, slowly tugging the material down, all until, everything, her touch, her body, her heat and just her presence in general was gone in a flash.

My eyes peeled open, a pout playing against my lips as I spot her swaying hips as she walked a mere 5 meters away. She was headed straight for the door, a smirk of satisfaction seen as she spun around to wink in my direction, before she was gone. 

I blinked, trying to process the whole entirety of the situation that I had stupidly enough fallen at the hands for. Glancing down at the issue she had caused below. That’s little bitch just pulled a teasing move on our war minutes before I was to reveal myself in front of thousands of people. 

 And she had gotten me hard enough to a point I couldn’t even hide it. It was just that noticeable. Maybe if I was quick I coul- 

 “You’re in two Bieber! Positions!” Scooters voice was heard down the hall. 

Just great. 

Let’s just say the paparazzi got a good enough headline to use for the next week or so. 

This war between us had gone on long enough. It was beginning to hinder our daily lives but none of us had made any move to end it. It had gotten to a point where we were plotting our schemes. 

Which had me thinking, what was she doing now? 

She was only in the room right next to mine, having been forced by scooter to get our own hotel rooms this time round considering when we’re together we tend to make a lot of noise. 

 Not like that. We’re just rather loud and hyper together. I hadn’t heard from the girl since we’d arrived back home from the show tonight, having seen her walk right into her room and not another noise since. 

She did look exhausted today, and I did feel her pain. But I just couldn’t help the way my legs carried me over towards the wall separating our hotel rooms when my curiosity had taken the best of me. 

 My ear, now pressed against the thin layer of drywall, listening intently for anything, but coming up empty handed. I heard nothing at all, which only encouraged me to press my head up against the concrete further. 

That’s when sudden, panty breaths were heard, moans of pleasure and slight need sounding through the material. 

In an instant I leant back, eyes wide as I processed the sound, but was quickly found pressing my ear back against the wall. 

Continuous moans and breaths were heard, puffs of air quick and breathy. She wasn’t-… was she? 

Even if she was. This was wrong. It wasn’t my business when she felt the need to pleasure herself and I couldn’t say anything on the matter. Most adults did it. Besides it- 

“Justin.” A moan had me jumping far from the wall in a hurry, face red as heat raise against the skin. Had I? Did she? Oh my lord was she thinking about me?

Had I heard wrong, or was Y/N pleasuring herself with me in mind? 

I hadn’t even let the thought process in my mind before I was found slumping against my bed in a trance. What If she really was? Where would that place our relationship? 

We were best friends and I mean sure she was attractive, but did I really wanna go down that path? 

You kinda already did when this whole war started. Oh lord shut up conscious! 

But why was it so right? 

Yet another sigh was emitted from my mouth as I dwelled upon the matter. 

No Justin I shouldn’t think about this at all. This wasn’t my business. If y/n wanted to say anything about our relationship she would, and she hasn’t, so I wasn’t going to say anything either. 

Though my body seemed to be having different ideas, for I was soon found making my way over to her hotel room. Not even bothering to knock on the door I was found barging through with a head full of thoughts ready to spill, and as I opened my mouth to begin my rant - it was then I caught sight of a sleeping Y/N. 

She lay in a cold sweat, face distraught and twisted in conflict. The poor girl looked terrified. And in that moment I hadn’t known if she was dreaming up something dirty or scary. 

Either way, an idea was suddenly appearing in my head, a way to use this situation to my own advantage. It’s revenge time Y/N.

Quickly and quietly, I managed to slip past the door, and shut it without issues. Y/N’s whimpers and pleas were slowly becoming less audible, though I still found myself trailing over to her bedside.

The girl appeared just as fraught as she sounded yet I climbed up and crawled over her body. The sudden pressure on the bed around her, dipping her petite frame in all different directions had Y/N stirring ever the slightest in her sleep.

But as quick as it began, was as quick as she calmed. And at this point, I was smirking in triumph between her legs. Slowly edging down lower and lower, right until my head was aligned with her sex.

She sport nothing but a pair of material shorts amongst her legs, a tank supporting her torso, though no bra was seen. Her perky nipples lay in display for my eyes and I could practically feel myself growing at the sight.

Though I brushed the feeling and slowly began sliding down the material shorts in hopes to not disturb her slumber, which surprisingly enough was a success.

With a smirk on my face, I placed each hand under her thighs, lifting her knees up for better access, subconsciously caressing the skin. Unbeknownst to myself, I hadn’t realised the effect that left on her, and the feeling of goose bumps beneath my fingers left me giddy. 

Y/N’s breath gradually began to fall shallow the closer I grew to her sex, and it wasn’t until I pushed her panties to the side that she suddenly fell breathless. 

That was it, I was done teasing the girl. But I couldn’t seem to pull away. And without warning, against my judgment I suddenly dug my face straight into her thighs, tongue darting out until I was practically making love to her pussy.

That’s when Y/N shot up, face panicked and skin pale, but overall, her eyes held lust. It was visible the way her face fell shocked and disapproving when she spot me between her thighs, but the second I glanced up at her from her pussy, she was falling slump and gripping my hair.

“Ugh.” She moaned. “J-Justin.”

My body reacted to the pleasure she made audible, eyes rolling back and dick hardening just the slightest bit more. I moved my mouth along her sex, sucking her clit harshly in my mouth.

Y/N’s body shook a few times in her position, biting hard on her bottom lip. Eyes diverting from the ceiling to my own as I stared up at her face. Our eyes connected and help eachothers gaze for just a second, until she quickly shot her head up again, focusing back on anything but me.

I frowned at the action, knowing well this was a little awkward for the both of us, but I just couldn’t help myself. Though I managed to ignore the thought and this time, began to quickly flick my tongue up and down her clit.

I could see by the way Y/N’s face twisted in agonising strain how hard she was trying to control her moans, her eyes dancing around the room slightly but constantly trying to keep them away from my gaze. 

Suddenly catching her off guard, I slipped my fingers past her pussy and into her without warning, her body jerking at the sudden feeling. 

“Fuck. Shit!” She practically yelled. “I’m a-almost there - Fuck bab- I mean, Justin.” 

I chuckled slightly against her pussy, continuously pumping my fingers as she clenched around me. And I guess the vibrations had sent her over the edge since before I knew it, her body was shaking against my face with pleasure. 

I managed to glance up with my face still dug firmly between her thighs, spotting her face twisted with pleasure and furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted harshly and lip tightly dug between her teeth with little wrinkles upon her forehead. 

My heart cleched, just like her pussy at the sight. She was so cute. And that sentence was really dirty. 

I swallowed the last of her arousal and moved my mouth away her now sensitive clit with a smirk.

I smiled up at Y/N, noticing a thin beam of sweat across her forehead and relief set upon her face. Climbing up against her now bare legs, I managed to flip her over and lay beneath her, with her legs straddling my torso. 

“Your so tight.” I cooed. “I loved seeing your face when you came. You were so hot.” 

Her cheeks heat up at the compliments I whispered into her ear, but overall she pulled back with confusion.

“Justin?” She questioned. I hummed. “What does this mean?”

Thats when my body froze. 

What does this mean? I wasn’t sure If I had feelings for and overall she was my best friend. But oddly enough, It didn’t feel wrong. 

“I honestly don’t know.” I answered.

With a sigh, she leant forward and dug her head into my chest, breathing out in doubt, her mind probably swimming with a thousand thoughts, as well as my own.

But besides the silence, I managed to ask. “So what now?”

Y/N shot up, eyes showing a glint of amusement. “Round two?” 

And with no hesitation I nodded. “Round two.” Then began to remove my shorts.

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Its bad I know. But it’s something right?

I’ll try and get to requests soon.

Happy Monday 💛💗 Cinnamon oatmeal with all the fixins to start my day. 😜 I’ve been busy this morning researching day trips. I booked our train to Seville and will book our bus to Granada as well as Alhambra tickets later today. 🙌🙌 I’m excited for the next few weeks! Also, Kuba was looking into camper vans already. We still have a while but next spring our plan is to travel around in a van. 🌞🚌💨 We will either convert a van or we’ll find a camper and fix it to our liking. Even though it seems far away, I know the next few months will pass by quickly. I love researching all the possibilities, and the best part is not knowing what will happen or where we’ll end up. 😬

anonymous asked:

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The Notification is on … What is the reason you are asking? I’m trying hard to check everything because of my business contact. (I have been in the company for more than 8 hours every day … It is hard to check the notice because there are many busy times …) anyway have a good today ;)…

Have some sketchy babybones~

I still haven’t finished anything of the things I have planned/tried to finish, as I have had one heck of a morning and kind of a busy day today so have this sketch for now <: is actually trying to colour this but haven’t gotten very far yet~

This was actually originally supposed to be for one of the palettes I have already done, but I liked it so much that I wanted and still want to colour it normally, because I am so proud of Paps little face like look at it!! :D I srs love how most ppl draw baby Paps mouth with that wave line thing it’s so darn cute so I had to draw it too! still so damn happy with this even though it’s kind of old~

also you guys can so expect some Skeleton Squatters and The Landlady fanart tomorrow, maybe, as I am currently sketching like cray cray thanks for the latest chapter (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Alright there it goes! Day one of the kiribaku week, I’m kinda hype to start posting these ngl haha - first set of prompts was studying/summer/anger!!! And I couldn’t pick just one prompt because I’m a mess like that

Today I can’t get out of bed,
Today my body is cemented to these sheets.
Today I won’t finish that piece of work, I don’t have the effort, but I’ll tell everyone that today was such a busy day.
Today I’ll avoid all the phone calls,
Today I’ll cancel plans with friends,
Today I’ll catch I glimpse of the sunshine out of the tiny crack in the blinds smothering my windows and for a brief second I’ll wish I’d have gone out.
Tomorrow I promise myself I’ll get out of bed,
Tomorrow I’ll make plans with my friends,
Tomorrow I plan to do that work,
Tomorrow I plan to eat right
Tomorrow I plan to do and see more of the things I know that deep down I love.
Tomorrow I plan to do better
But eventually every tomorrow becomes today.

sadsmalltowngay-deactivated2017  asked:

so I was just day dreaming today and I had a thought. You as Harley Quinn, Joan as Catwoman and Ben as Poison Ivy.

Look, you keep coming up with these good ideas, and you may have yourself a job here at Sanders, Inc. *shakes hands for five good minutes never breaking eye contact, triumphant business music plays, casually zooms out as credits roll*

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4.19.17 | 10:00 AM
It’s my mom’s birthday today! I do have three different pencil cases yes. These are some of the notes I’ve written in the while I’ve been busy. All chemistry, all day everyday! (ok maybe not all day bc that’s not very healthy)

I hope you’ve been well, drink some water, roll up your sleeves and seize the day! (or roll around in your covers if that’s your best today, also perfectly fine!) ♡

  • *Daddy and me out on our trip to the beach we took a while back. We had to sleep in separate rooms, because we went with our school.*
  • Daddy: *texting me* It's way past your bedtime. Got your shower done?
  • Me: *texting back* yep. I'm not tired tho.
  • Daddy: baby, we've got a busy day tomorrow. It's 12 o'clock now. You'll be a grouchy girl if you don't go to sleep.
  • Me: no I won't! I'm not going to sleep!
  • Daddy: you're being so fussy today. Baby, what's wrong?
  • Me: I just... I don't have any of my stuffies, we can't FaceTime because there are other people in our rooms, and I'm scared.
  • Daddy: why are you scared, princess?
  • Me: I'm in a new place. I'm not familiar with my surroundings.
  • Daddy: don't worry, babygirl. you're safe, I promise. I'm just one floor above you. Lock your door, put in your headphones if you want, and try to get some sleep.
  • Me: okay, dada. Thank you.
  • Daddy: you're welcome, princess. Sweet dreams! I love you so very much.
  • Me: I love you too, daddy.

22•5•17 – sick days

I went home sick from school today after my theater research presentation on Japanese Noh Theater. I took a nap and now I’m trying to finish up some work for the next few days. Namely a French IOP, a Chemistry IA proposal, a Math IA proposal, a History IA draft, Extended Essay Research, studying for a Chemistry test on bonding, a TOK essay, and the third part of a mock Director’s Notebook for Theater. (Also I have exams next week??)

I guess you could say I’m a busy girl.

3/100 days of productivity

rose - peter parker

Rose - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: (soulmate au where: after you meet your soulmate, whatever they draw or write on themselves will also appear on you) During class, a poorly-drawn rose appears on Peter’s forearm, letting him know that he has met his soulmate.

a/n: soulmate aus: overdone yet not done enough. DAY 7!! HOMECOMING COMES OUT TODAY!! i’m insanely proud of both tom and zendaya (my two loves) and i’m so excited to see the movie! but i’m super busy this weekend/today so i have to wait until next week to see it :( so nO SPOILERS! and i want to thank all of you guys who read all the imagines for all 7 days and the support has been insane, so thank you so fucking much you guys rock.


(Y/N) didn’t believe she would find her soulmate. Though he was probably out there, she may not ever meet him. Most of her friends had not yet met their soulmate, but there were a lucky few who were so happy it made (Y/N) sick.

Even having met her fair share of guys, (Y/N) wanted to focus more on her schoolwork over finding love. Though meeting that special someone was always in the back of her mind, she knew that the chances were slim that he went to her high school. Besides, getting into a good college should be a bigger priority over obsessing to find a soulmate.

She sat in the back of a boring history class, and nobody was paying attention to the video being played. Even the teacher had decided to go on their phone over watching the dull documentary. (Y/N) was laying her head down on the desk, bored out of her mind, and decided to pull out a red pen.

Clicking the pen, (Y/N) sloppily started doodling a rose on her upper forearm. The red rose was poorly drawn and messy, but she was proud of it. The rose was simple and plain and she liked it, so she just left it as it was. (Y/N) put her pen back into her bag, and focused her attention back to the uninteresting video.

In a different classroom, Peter sat in the back of his science class next to his friend. His sleeve was rolled down to his wrists, and he felt something on his upper forearm. Pulling his sleeve up, he saw a rose on. It looked as if it were made of red pen, and it seemed to have been drawn carelessly, yet there was something about it that was strangely pretty.

His eyes widened and Peter quickly showed it to his friend, who was excited for Peter. Peter was both happy and extremely anxious. He asked his friend what to do, which we only got an “I don’t know” in response.

Peter walked home after the bell rang, still confused over what exactly he should do. There was a girl out there, who drew a rose on her arm, and didn’t even know that he saw it. After reaching his apartment, he sat down at his desk and looked at the rose. Finally deciding what to do, he picked up a sharpie and wrote on his arm. I like the rose he wrote simply. Peter hoped whoever she was, saw it.

Sitting on her bed, (Y/N) felt something on her arm. She looked at her arm and saw the words “I like the rose” in a sloppy handwriting. (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise, she never expected to meet her soulmate this early.

Though she knew that having a soulmate must be nice, she thought she wasn’t ready for the type of life-long commitment that came with it. (Y/N) ran into her bathroom and scrubbed off the words. She would write back when she was ready, and for now, she wasn’t.


It’s been a week since Peter’s soulmate had drawn the rose, and since then he was determined to find out who she was. The girl would never respond when he wrote, and she hadn’t drawn anything since.

Deciding that the day was hot compared to most days in New York, the majority of girls wore short-sleeves. Peter quickly came up with a plan simple enough to find out if his soulmate went to his school. He was planning to draw a large dot on his arm in bright red ink so it would stand out on any skin tone.

Later that day, he saw a girl walk by him with a red dot on her arm. He quickly scrambled to see who the girl was, and it was (Y/N). He had met her once, she sat in front of him in their math class. Having his first, real look at the girl, he noticed that she was really pretty. Her smile was warm, and her laugh was genuine.

He went home that day, happy to know who his soulmate was. Once in his room, he got out his marker and wrote on his arm, deciding to have fun with the newfound knowledge. Peter simply wrote the words Hey (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked at her arm to see what it would now say, and she was shocked to see what was written. She wondered how he had figured out, but decided that there was no use in hiding anymore. She wrote a small Hey back and waited to see where it would take her.


Another week later, (Y/N) and her soulmate had become somewhat close. They talked for long periods of time so both of their arms were covered in ink, but (Y/N) still didn’t know who he was. He had given clues, but she still remained clueless.

Peter hadn’t told (Y/N) who he was yet for two reasons. For one, he was scared of what she would think. In his opinion, she was extremely out of his league; smart, funny, pretty were only a few things people could use to describe her. The second reason was just that he liked the mystery of it, but that was all going to change.

(Y/N) had agreed to meet her soulmate at a coffee shop nearby their school. She was anxious, but she knew that no matter who he may be, she was happy. He seemed really funny and smart, and she was happy to finally be able to meet him.

Showing up to the cafe, (Y/N) ordered a coffee and sat at a table near the front window. She looked down at her phone and scrolled through her Instagram feed, waiting for who her soulmate would be.

A tap on her shoulder sent her bolting upright. In front of her stood Peter Parker, holding a rose. She smiled widely and ran out of her chair. Immediately hugging him, causing them both to laugh. He handed her the rose, and when (Y/N) gave him a confused look, he said, “It was the first thing that you drew on yourself that got drawn on me.”

(Y/N) took the rose and smiled, starting a conversation. The two talked for hours, and when it got late (Y/N) looked at him and said, “I’m glad that out of all the people that could’ve been my soulmate, it was you. I mean, there are loads of assholes that go to our school, and even though you’re kind of a dork, you’re my dork.”

Peter laughed and pretended to be offended, “Well, excuse me! At least I’m not a loser like you!”

(Y/N) smiled again, she hadn’t stopped smiling since the start of the date and her cheeks ached, “But in all seriousness, I’m glad you’re my soulmate,” she said honestly.

He beamed at her and said, “I’m glad you’re my soulmate, too.”


also if u like this pls tap that little heart over there bc it really motivates me to write more and i appreciate every single one of you ♡ and if you ever have an issue (spelling/grammar or even the concept) just dm me!

Older brother Namjoon + rest of BTS scolds you PT.11

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

[PT.1] [PT.2] [PT.3][PT.4][PT.5] [PT.6] [PT.7] [PT.8] [PT.9] [PT.10] [PT.11] [PT.12] [PT.13]


Originally posted by joonjuly

Y/N’s p.o.v

It was a lie. Saying that I didn’t need him anymore was a complete lie. I wanted to have my older brother around. I wanted him to protect me like the knight in shining armour he once was. But having me around him is probably making his life more difficult, and he doesn’t need that. He doesn’t need his annoying younger sister who does nothing but cause trouble. He doesn’t need, me.

We stood there in silent. I still had tears cascading down my face. He looked at me, his eyes welling up with tears too. What have I done? It was never my intention to make him cry. 

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