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  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: Iroh, though. He could’ve stayed in the Fire Nation and lived a cushy life. He could’ve had whatever he wanted - a comfortable home, a slew of servants, a tea shop - any retiree’s dream following a long, highly successful career in a war. He could’ve been mostly happy and mostly content, free to do whatever he pleased really as the Fire Lord’s brother and a former general. He didn’t have to do any of the things he did for Zuko. He really didn’t. Zuko wasn’t even his kid! But guess what? Iroh loved Zuko like his own son. And Iroh left everything he knew to follow this asshole of a kid around the world on a pointless mission all the while loving him like Zuko had never been loved before and I just... Iroh, though. Uncle Iroh.

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DEAD LINE: 27/12/16

Reasons of Regret

Requested:Omg i love ur stories!! If you are accepting requests can you do one where you and shawn have been best friends your whole life then suddenly you guys slept together and you both sort of regret it and are a bit awkward but then shawn confesses that he doesnt regret that night and he wants to try with you because he thinks he’s falling in love w u and basically happy ending lol ❤️❤️

Writing in italics is a flash back.

Y/l/n= your last name.

“Please have mercy on me take it easy……”

“Shawn!” Yelled Andrew again clearly getting frustrated.

“I sang the lyrics right this time.” He groaned.

Andrew couldn’t be more irritated with Shawn than he was himself. Songs that he had wrote and performed thousands of times he was starting to forget.  

“You played the wrong chords.” Andrew corrected before letting out a loud sigh and running his fingers through his hair. “You know what, take five.” And with that Andrew stormed off to deal with something.

Shawn placed his guitar on the stand before making his way to his dressing room backstage. This is the fifth day this week that he stuffed up his songs. His mind to pre occupied on y/n. The girl he had been best friends with as long as he could remember. With no real reason why, Shawn slammed the door loudly behind him. Hopefully no one would come and disturb him although his whole crew where becoming very temperamental with him.  He leaned over the bench and stared at himself in the mirror.

“Let’s just pretend this never happened”, He said to her.

“This won’t change anything between us will it?” Y/n stared up at Shawn hopeful. She didn’t want to lose her best friend just because of one drunken mistake.

“Of course not.” Shawn lied.

Deep down both new that they where only words of comfort, after all how could things be the same after something as interment as what they had done. They could possibly never be around each other without feeling awkward about the night that they had spent together.

Shawn shook the thought from his head and pushed away from the mirror as if that was the reason he couldn’t concentrate. Y/n had become all he could think about, all that consumed his mind. The two hadn’t spoken since the morning after and regretted everything to do with that night that he couldn’t remember. One mistake led to the torture that he now felt. Was this his punishment for being so reckless with y/n? Not being able to get her out of his head. At night he lay awake thinking about her not allowing sleep to consume him. In the mornings he wondered how she was spending her day. Every other moment of his day was spent thinking of her. When he preformed, without even trying to, he related Y/n to every lyric he sang only distracting him more. What was happening to him?

This wasn’t normal he had never felt like this before. He couldn’t find the words to even explain it. He felt funny kind of like the way you feel when you haven’t slept properly and consumed to much coffee. It was like he was wide awake but every piece of him wanted to sleep, yet in a way it felt pleasurable. Is there a explanation for this torment of bliss he felt?

“What is going on? Shawn stopped pacing around his dressing room when he had realised that he hadn’t asked the question himself but Andrew had just entered the room after he had clearly calmed down.

"I don’t know” Shawn threw his arms around in hopes to let out some tension. Andrew took a seat on the lounge as Shawn began pacing again.“It’s all her. It’s all y/n”

Andrew waited but Shawn didn’t go on. He wasn’t making any sense. After hopelessly trying to figure out what Shawn meant, Andrew finally asked.

“What’s all y/n. You haven’t seen her in two months.” Shawn stopped pacing as the memory of their last encounter  filled mind.

“Shawn?” at the familiarity of the voice Shawn turned around instantly, a force of habit. Y/n looked up at him confused and slightly hurt.

“Hey y/n” He breathed out trying to hide the shame he felt after running into her. He hadn’t told her that he would be coming home which clearly only made things ten times more awkward between them.

“What are you… um what are you doing here?” She looked directly past his face as she stuttered, hoping to consume her emotions. She didn’t want Shawn to know just how betrayed she had felt. She too felt awkward around Shawn after that night but She had at least hoped they would try and get things back to the way they where, after all Shawn had always been there for her.

Shawn knew she meant back home but he played dumb as he waited for his turn to be served so he could pay and leave as fast as possible.

“Aaliyah’s really sick so mum sent me to grab some medicine.” He held up the bottle he was holding in his hand hoping to divert her betrayed expression away from his face. It made him feel only more guilty.

“How come you didn’t tell me you where coming home you texted me yesterday?” Y/n wasn’t holding back but thankfully it was now Shawn’s turn. He walked up to the counter before paying and hurrying off. As he walked past the window he made the mistake of looking back at y/n which broke him completely. She looked as though she would never want to see him again. After that he knew he would never be able to mend his friendship with her.

Shawn began pacing again hoping to rid his mind of the thought. Y/n already consumed his thoughts enough he didn’t need to remember how much he hurt her the last time they saw each other.

“She’s all I think about, It’s driving me crazy” he groaned tugging at his hair. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, She’s literally always on my mind.” He continued. Andrew’s eye’s followed Shawn as he paced rapidly shaking his head and muttering about y/n under his breath.

“Then just call her and get her off your mind. I need you to focus, you can’t stuff up anymore performances.” The fact that he had stuffed up six songs in last night’s show didn’t affect Shawn the way is usually should have. He had never failed a performance, always pouring his heart and soul into his career, yet last night he was too preoccupied with the girl that was ruining him.

“I can’t” Yelled Shawn yet Andrew knew he wasn’t angry at him, he was angry at himself.

“Well whatever it is fix it because your career, as well as a lot of peoples jobs, is on the line here.” And with that Andrew pushed himself off the couch and out of the dressing room. Realising that he didn’t have any other method of how to get the girl out of his mind, Shawn reaches for his phone. Maybe just knowing how her day was going would help a little. But Shawn expected nothing less when Y/n didn’t answer.

Desperate he left his dressing room. He knew this was beyond crazy and that he would be in so much trouble but before checking the hallways he rushed out the back and into one of the cars, stopping only at his hotel to get his passport and nothing else, before proceeding to the airport. He didn’t think twice about anyone else but y/n, not that that had become a shock to him. All his fans going to his show tonight would be beyond disappointed. He noted to himself to send out a tweet as soon as he parked the car to apologise and promise to reschedule the show. As Shawn reached the parking lot his phone began ringing. He sent a sideways glance at the phone in the passenger seat, that lie next to the passport, to see Andrews name flashing across the screen. He ignored it. Andrew wanted Shawn to resolve the problem and Shawn was sure that this was the only way. Parking the car and running into the airport Shawn bought a ticket for the next flight that departed home. When his phone rang for the third time, after he had bought the ticket and was making his way to the terminal for his flight that departed in an hour, Shawn answered it.

“Where are you? You have a meet and greet in less than an hour.” Andrew’s voice was harsh but Shawn knew that he was trying to control his anger.

“Cancel it. You told me to deal with the problem so that’s what I’m doing.”

“We are not cancelling it. Where are you?”

“Reschedule it then, and I’m not telling you.” And with that Shawn hung up and turned his phone on aeroplane mode before boarding the plane.

His heart beat became heavier and heavier as he drew closer and closer to home. He needed to see y/n, nothing else mattered. As he’s heart pumped faster and faster he felt himself becoming for excited. This was by far the most reckless he had ever been and to put something like his career on hold was completely insane. What would management say? But Shawn didn’t care. He was going to see y/n!

The flight and taxi ride seemed to dwell on longer than it usually should have. His leg would shake and butterflies erupted in his stomach. He wasn’t even the slightest bit sure what he would do when he saw y/n.

Now he stood in front of y/n’s house staring at the door. He made it. It was now dark but he was here. He’s hands formed a fist and his knuckles pressed against the door yet all he could hear was the loud beating of his heart.

“Shawn?” Mrs y/l/n opened the door clearly surprised by the sight of Shawn yet she smiled broadly at him. Shawn had always had a soft spot in her heart.

“Hi Mrs y/l/n, could I please see y/n”. Y/n’s mum looked back into the house and I could almost imagine y/n standing on the stairs the way you see in the movies telling her mum she doesn’t want to see me.

Y/n’s mum sighed before stepping out the door and closing it behind her.

“I just so happened to be leaving and accidently left the door unlocked.” Y/n’s mum says smiling at Shawn before walking towards her car. He waits until she has backed out of the drive way and out of sight down the street before he slowly entered the house. The place is silent which means that y/n is in her room. Making His way to her room memories flash through Shawn’s mind of the countless times He  ran around with her in these very hallways.

Her bedroom door is wide open and the light is on but when he walk in she isn’t in there. Looking around the room his heart breaks at the fact that she has taken down all the photo’s of us that once scattered the walls. I deserve it though, he thought.

“What are you doing here?” Shawn turns around to see that y/n is standing in the doorway and He falls into a daze as he stares at her.

She is in a pair of pink boxer shorts, a hooded sweater, her hair tied into a lazy messy bun that is falling out, and her makeup has slightly come off after the long days wear. Yet after all this time she looks more beautiful than she ever has. A broad smile plays on his lips and finally the troubles he’s been feeling from the last few weeks are gone, it’s only her. Here right in front of him it’s y/n. Nothing else is important any more.  Stepping as fast as he can towards her he pulls her into his chest wrapping his arms around her body and nuzzling his face into her hair that smells of the apple and vanilla shampoo she always uses.  But y/n doesn’t move. She pushes Shawn away. The torture I’ve been going through all week, the things I had done to be here for her today and she wasn’t even the slightest bit pleased with my appearance, he said to himself.

“What? You expect me to fall hopelessly into your arms after everything that’s happened?” Her tone is cold and she walks past me to her desk. He could tell that she was getting ready for bed because the lights where dimed and she just blew out the candle she lights every night before bed allowing the aroma of caramel and vanilla to fill her bedroom.

Now Shawn realises that the mistake he made was that he had all that spare time on the flight as well as the taxi ride and not once did he think of what he would say once he got to her, I bet if I was a girl I would have perfect a full lecture and memorised it word for word, he thought to himself.  

Now he stares at the girl before him who has her back turned to him, unaware of how to express his feelings towards her. How could he explain the fact that she had conquered his mind, become everything to him without even being aware of it.

“I….” Shawn stuttered words couldn’t come to him. He had lost y/n once, he couldn’t even bare the thought of losing her again.

“What did I do wrong?” Y/n turned around. Tears in her eyes. She was confused.  "I get things got awkward between us after that mistake of a night but you didn’t have to cut me off like that" She took in a deep breath before continuing. “I spend so many days wondering how I lost my best friend just because I could be stupid enough to sleep with him.”

“I…” Shawn tried again but y/n cut him off.

“I’m sorry that I made you regret that night so much but I don’t even know what I did. You literally ran away from me the last time we saw each other. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?"Shawn felt shameful..

"I don’t regret that night!” Shawn said truthfully for the first time. Only now that he heard y/n wishing how much it had never happened did he realise that it wasn’t a mistake, not something to be ashamed of. He still couldn’t form a sentence explaining how he felt. How did he feel? But then sense flooded through him. How had he not realised it before. Y/n had been taking over his mind, she has become all he thinks about, he wondered if she’s alright, what she’s doing, or even if she thinks of him. All this is because I care about her way more than a friend, he finally realised

He stepped forward and pressed his lips to hers. He knew that if he said the wrong thing it would make the situation worse. Instead he stood there showing her in a way that words couldn’t explain, how he felt towards her. She kissed back, tears still streaming down her face. Shawn wondered whether it was because he was a bad kisser or something but then remembered that girls are emotional.

“What I’m trying to say is that I want to try us?” He looks down at y/n hopefully. Both out of breath from there passionate kiss. Still crying, y/n mumbled I hate you under her breath before a small smile tugged on her lips and she pulled Shawn in for another kiss.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. My intention is to be the mirror to your candle. A meaningful friendship full of loyalty, generosity and humor.  Companionship- I’ve lost most of the people in my life, but I do not think of the sadness but the beauty that still remains, like the beauty of this website, of meeting you.
My interests include country music, Jason Aldean and Chris Stapleton are favorites. I’m an accomplished artist. Styles include dark realism. A former tattooist and I now spend my days drawing and watching my Boston sports teams. Boston Strong!
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Please know I’m a changed man who does not judge. I hope you give me a chance. I’ll always be here for you… literally, because I’m actually stuck here (LOL). I can never say goodbye, I can only say hello.
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Stages of a Relationship: Stage 2/10 - Experimenting

Hey guys! How are you? Talk to me lol. So this is Stage 2 of the SOAR drabble series thingy I’m doing. You can find Stage One here. Please give that one a read too! But you don’t have to. I’m not telling you how to live your life. (Disclaimer: I didn’t proofread this so… for future reference I don’t ever proofread. But if you see a mistake feel free to let me know and I’ll fix it. Also the gif isn’t mine.)

The experimenting stage is about finding out what type of relationship could develop.

After Initiating, the two people will move to the experimenting phase.

Your nose scrunched up in disgust as you pull Yoongi headphones off. The heavy base could be heard still. “Why does he sound so angry?” you asked as you handed it back to him. You guys were sitting next to each other on the ground in his room.

“You didn’t like it?” Yoongi eyes widened in disbelief before he scoffed and shook his head slightly. “Of course you would have horrible taste in music.”

“You call that music?” You laughed. “He was just yelling over the beats.” You moved to sit in front of him. “I can do that too. Watch me!” You cleared your throat, “Some think it was easy for me to reach my position. Fuck you, I’m the thorn in the eyes of those hyungs who have no chances of becoming successful-”

Yoongi loud laughter interrupts you. He falls forward onto the ground clutching his stomach. “What was that?” He laughs, his cheeks turns slightly pink, his eyes are squinted.

“Oh my gosh. It wasn’t even that funny,” you commented after watching him laugh continuously for a few minutes. “Yah! Stop laughing!” You shook his shoulders to no avail. “Yoongi! I wasn’t that bad.”

“I know. You were worse!” He continued to laugh.

You pouted and crossed your arms. “As if you could do better!”

He stopped laughing abruptly and sat up. His eyebrows were raised. “Is that a challenge?” He asked, cracking his knuckles. “What do I get if I rap better than you?”

“What do you want?”

How were you supposed to know that it was his mixtape you were listening to? He said that the rappers name was Agust D, and as far as you knew his name was Yoongi. You didn’t even know that Yoongi was majoring in some Music study thing until after he had rapped for you and your jaw dropped.

That is how you ended up at this hip hop club, obviously out of place with your outfit. You had wore your normal clothes, Yoongi never told you where you were going. He just gave you an address and told you that you had to show up by 10pm because he had won the challenge.

You looked around nervously, trying to find any face that you recognized. “Y/N!” You spun around quickly, finding Namjoon holding out a drink for you. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh my gosh!” You pulled him into a hug out of relief. “I thought Yoongi was punking me for a second.” You took the drink out of his hand thankfully. “He told me to come here for some reason.”

“Yoongi did?” Namjoon asked, a smirk on his face. “Since when did you guys get so close huh?”

“Ah it’s not like that,” you slapped his shoulders playfully. “We are friends, that’s all.”

“Is that what they call it now?”

“Shut up!” you whined as you covered your face with you hands. You could feel the embarrassment affecting your cheeks. “It’s not like that,” you mumbled again through your fingers. “Have you seen him anyways?”

“Yoongi? The last time I saw him, he was by the stage getting ready to perform.”

You pulled the curtain back and struck a pose, waiting to hear a comment about the dress you had just tried on. You had dragged Yoongi out to go shopping with you for a new dress for some date a friend had set you up on. You had reason that it was only fair after Yoongi had dragged you to so many of his performances.

After not hearing a compliment, or even the sarcastic insult you were expecting, you finally looked to see Yoongi staring down at his phone.

“Yoongi!” You called for his attention, but he had his earphones in and his head was bobbing along to whatever he was listening to. You huffed before stomping over to him and waving a hand in front of his face.

He looked up, his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets when he saw the plunging neckline. He opened his mouth to make a comment, but ending up closing it and gulping.

“Well? How do I look?” You asked, an oblivious smile on you face as you spun around.

“Um….Don’t you think it’s a little revealing?” He hesitantly states, he pulled at the collar of his hoody, his cheeks were burning red. It suddenly felt a little too hot for him.

You pouted and your eyebrow furrowed. “Is it?” You turned to face the mirror. “Ah it is kind of low huh?” you said as you used your hand to cover your bust. “Ah but look at my legs! Don’t they look so nice!”

Yoongi glanced at you legs for a second before moving his attention elsewhere. He fiddled with his hands as he shifted uncomfortable in his seat. “It’s a bit much for a first date with a guy you don’t even know,” his voice cracks subtly towards the end of his sentence.

“I guess you’re right. But I don’t like anything else here. And I’m sure you don’t wanna go to another store…” You sighed. “I guess I just where one of my own dresses. Let me change back and we’ll go get lunch.”

“I’m not eating lamb skewers!” you declared. You crossed your arms out of frustration. “Lambs are so adorable. How could you eat such adorableness?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” His hold on the steering wheel tightened. He didn’t know what the big deal was or why you were so adamant against eating the skewers. “It’s food. It tastes good. We eat it.”

“You can’t make me eat a lamb. You already make me listen to that horrendous rap music.” You gestured towards the speaker that was blasting some kind of rap song.

“It’s not horrendous!” He scoffs and looks out the side window as he comes up to a red light. “What would you rather listen to? Bubble gum pop that goes ‘oppa oppa oppa’” His voice goes up a pitch as he sings to some made up tune.

“It’s better than ‘Fuck you. Fuck that. Shit. Damn,’” you mocked rapped. You leaned your head on the window. Your arms were still crossed as you shifted your body away from him.

He looked over at you momentarily before returning back to driving. “What do you want to eat then?” he asked. “Hmm?” He pressed when he doesn’t get a response.

“I don’t know,” you answered quietly. “Just not lamb.”

Yoongi grunted in frustration. You truly infuriated him sometimes. Sometimes he just wanted to pull his hair out. This was one of those times.

“Pizza? Burgers?”

“Oooh! I want a cheeseburger!” You sat up again, a smile returning to your face. “Let’s gets burgers. Yeah?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twisting into a smile. You just drive him absolutely crazy sometimes, but for some reason he loved that feeling.

@gaealynn reblogged your post and added:

Your ‘silly posts’ are honestly a blessing to me everyday, haha. Like, a blessing and a curse… If they weren’t so good I could get away, but alas… Yeah, Force Ghost Anakin is not going to take this one sitting down. Unfortunately it may take him awhile to, you know, figure out how to break the barriers of space and time, but rest assured that it’s happening…. .

This is the sweetest. Thank you so much. :) 

And LOL @ the idea of Anakin having to figure out how to do any of that. Please recall that he spends about 80% of his life making this face:

The guy literally picks up HIS OWN LIGHTSABER in one of the comics, and is like “waaaaaait…this looks…familiar…” PLEASE RECALL THAT HE CARRIED THIS ON HIS PERSON EVERY DAY FOR YEARS AND FOUGHT A WAR WITH IT, FFS. 

So yeah, transcending time and space? It’s…gonna be a while. I think he’s gonna need to phone a friend for help.  

so i think i am going to write one more (final) story for Lone Candles (lol yeah really). it’d be set in a modern time, and incorporate some elements from the mafia au verse.

doing this means that i’m probably going to delete the WIP “life” i have up (The Queen / chapter 10) and that there aren’t going to be 10 lives, but instead five.

is this okay? i’ll be honest and say that i don’t think this will ever be completed otherwise, but please let me know Your Thoughts if you were reading it/are interested in reading more.


I’m not sucking nobodies ass and I’m def not giving up my hobby of astrology cuz I love making these posts, but I recently read a post  that reminded me that what I put out into tumblr could have a powerful effect(maybe not that powerful lol) on how people perceive astrology and life as a whole. There is no placement that is fated,you have control and free will to do what you please. My blog IS NOT made to tell peoples’ futures, I simply post whatever the fuck I feel like posting because its what I want to share. Part of what I want to share is what I read and learn about in astrology because it is an interest of mine. Other hobbies or interests I have are art,boys, and comedy and this is why they’re all tagged in my blog. Astrology is not fate, I see it as a personal hobby  as well as a tool that I can use to better myself, and I don’t want to make any of my posts(if I did in the past,I’m not trying to now) seem like astrology can completely predict your future. You still make choices and those choices determine where you end up. So what I’m saying is I wanna try and be more conscious of how I write and share what I know and what I’ve read in astrology. 

On going double parking revenge

So i work at a grocery store, and every day i see this suv double parked, taking up one spot and half of the other spot in front of them.

I get tired of seeing this and decide to do something about it to teach them a lesson.

So i see that i have just barely enough room for my car to fit in the spot in front of them without my car hanging off in the road. So i pull up and park 1 inch off their bumper and go inside.

I come out for lunch and find a note on my windshield that reads:

“You seem to care enuf abt me and although its cute please feel free to park anywhere around my vehicle considering ALL of these spaces available to you!!! LOL SAD WHEN YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO IN your life but try to teach people how YOU think they should park. If you feel offended please i only offer this….. Ill park the other way tomorrow! Have a blessed day and go with God!!! :) :)”

I shit you not^

So i wrote up a note that i left on her car maybe an hour ago.

“Listen, i know you’ve being having a rough time ever since your husband left you and your kids for that hooker in vegas and that ever since then you’ve been trying to fill the empty void in your life with extra parking spots. This isnt the right road to go down… I know that by now you’re reading this with tears in your eyes so i left a large diagram of how to improve your life.”

I then drew a picture of how to park below…

TLDR: some asshole double parks everyday. So i park an inch from their car. Find an angry note on my car and i left a sympathetic note on theirs.

Ill update at lunch.


disappointment… Theyre gone. No note. I guess we’ll see if i win tomorrow. Hopefully they’ll park like decent human beings.

UPDATE: So considering how often the suv is there i think its safe to assume that this asshole also works somewhere in the store. Ive talked with some co-workers and we’re launching an official investigation to find out who it is!


They’re either not here or parked somewhere else. I think that means i win!

anonymous asked:

Hello ! Can we have a little part for the next chapter or Pure ?🤗

Sure Anon. Please remember that this is still subject to change since I’ve been wavering all week over this story. On any given day, I’m about three seconds from burning it to the ground, lol.

“You can’t stay for at least one more day?” his father asks. Peeta shakes his head.

“No, Dad. I’m sorry.”

“I understand,” his father says, focusing on clearing dishes off the table. “You have your own life to lead now.”

His eyes glance over at me and guilt pushes in on me. It’s clear that Mr. Mellark thinks I have something to do with why Peeta hasn’t returned to Twelve in a while. Or why he has to leave so soon.

You try to leave

AN: So, this is my first written imagine, like not fake text or whatever and Idk what will it end up being like, plus I’m really tired and overwhelmed today lots happening, so just bare with my ass, okay? It contains “strong” language so if you’re not comfortable with that don’t read please, I won’t take crap about stupid thing like that, thanks :)

Request: Hey, idk if you do real written imagnes but if you do can you please do an imagine where yn and justin are married but she decides to leave one night because of a lot of things that were piling up?  but he tries to stop her? you can decide if she leaves or not lol, thank youu

Word count: Shit loads, more than I’ve ever written in my life probably but wrote it directly here on tumblr and this shit doesn’t show numbers (or I’m stupid which is likely too)

Y/n’s POV

Justin and I have been married for two years now. We have a beautiful baby girl together and everything seemed to be perfect until few weeks ago, people who were really bad influence on him came back into his life. And for some stupid reason, he let them like he didn’t recall all the shit they did to him. He came back from touring just a month ago and even thought he knows how much both Adeline and I have missed him, he doesn’t seem to care too much. He was out again tonight and I really wouldn’t have a problem with it if it wasn’t the fourth night this week. Plus, Adeline hasn’t been feeling too well so she has been awfully hard to deal with. I knew that I was marrying a superstar but I never thought things would be like this. There is even shit loads of articles that are saying he is cheating on me and if he hasn’t been acting like this lately, I would brush them off like I did for the past four years, but now I really don’t know what to believe. It makes me feel so insecure, bad and boarder line stupid as hell. I’m here taking care of this huge, empty house and our daughter and this is what I get in return? I scrolled through instagram and saw a picture of him and unknown girl posing together and I really don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I now, I’m packing Adeline’S and my bags trying to leave this house. 

When I was done with hers, I went to our bedroom and started with mine. I heard some noise but I thought I left the TV on, so I didn’t pay much attention. I finally had the necessities packed so I walked back to my daughters room to get her when I saw Justin closing her door. He smiled for a second but then saw the bag on my shoulder and his face changed expression. 

“What is that?” He asks confused, walking slowly towards me.

“A fucking bag, as you can probably see,” I answered rudely, trying to go pass him and into Adeline’s room. 

“Y/n what are you doing?” He stopped me once again, taking my hand into his. 

“I’m leaving Justin and I want my child, so please move,” 

“Hell I am. What the fuck are you doing, what happened? Did I do something?” He seemed mad for a split second but then his face just turned completely confused. 

“Are you fucking serious? You’ve been home for a month and you’ve spent two days with our child and I. You’ve been out with people who screwed you over and leaving me, the only fucking person that stood strong my you through everything you did, to take care of our sick child on my own while you get drunk and party with other girls. So yes, you fucking did do something dumbass,” I whisper-scream, not wanting to wake Adeline up since it took me two and a half hours to put her to bed. 

Justin’s face changed so many expressions in next few seconds that it was hard to keep track. 

“You.. We’r.. I don’t understand anything,” His hand went through his hair, frustration taking over him. 

“Figured you were fucking clueless,” I tried going pass him one more time, but he grabbed me and pulled me back to our bedroom. 

“Y/n, you are not leaving and you sure as hell aren’t taking my child with you. Are you fucking insane?” His eyes were a little glossy and it honestly surprised you because he sure as hell didn’t seem to have emotions lately. He came closer to me once again and cupped me face with his soft, warm hands. 

“I love you, baby. I love you and I love our daughter to death and I’m so sorry if I made it seem like I didn’t. You and Adeline seemed to be working perfectly fine without me while I was away and you learned to take care of everything on your own, my mom I still so distant, my father has been all about his new girlfriend and I felt so alone that I just turned back to the people I knew would take me because I have money. Everyone I love seemed to be okay without me and me being away almost excluded me from everything that is happening in Bieber family. I’ve talked to my mom once since I’ve been back and it was only because I answered your phone, whatever I try to do for Adeline you already did it or need to do it again after me because I suck. My worst fears of my loved ones not needing me are coming true baby and it hurts me so bad, I’m so lost and I’m so sorry. But you are my world, always have been always will be so please don’t leave me and please don’t take my princess with you,” He was sobbing at this point and it was very hard for him to speak so he just took a deep breath and silenced himself. 

I have never felt more terrible in my life. I made my husband, my best friend, father of my child, my rock and the love of my life to feel like I don’t need him. Like my child doesn’t need him, like we’re good without him around.

“Justin,” I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. “I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel like Adeline and I don’t need you. We need you, we need you so bad but I guess I just got used to having to do this on my own. She is 8 months old and we’ve been on our own for 5 of those, and I’m not blaming you by any means because I know that you do everything you do for the two of us and for your family but some things are a routine by now. Your mom loves you but she is also so scared and blames herself for what you did and thinks she did something wrong in raising you. But trust me when I say it that she loves you and needs you just like Adeline and I do and I’m so sorry that all of us made you feel different. And I’m sorry I tried to leave when you weren’t here like a fucking coward. I love you,” 

We were both sobbing messes at this point, and I don’t even know how much time did we spend just standing in the middle of our bedroom, that damn bag still on my back, one of his hands on my waist and the other one holding my head close on his chest. 

We have gone through so much together, we got married and had child but I’ve never felt closer to him than at that given moment. 

“I love you so much babygirl, always and forever,” He mumbled into my neck bringing me closer if it was even possible. 

anonymous asked:

All these prompts are soo good! And your writing is soo good! So I'll have to request a bunch later, but for now, 25 please

Please do! I’ve got nothing better to do than sit at home and nurse a twisted neck to recovery lol. Enjoy~

25.  “I’ve never been more in love with you.”

Viktor knew the moment that Katsuki Yuuri walked into his life, drunk, legs tangling up with his after the spectacular dance off, shirt half buttoned, and eyes lit up with passion and admiration, that he was so drunk with love.

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anonymous asked:

Have you watched tomorrow with you yet? (lol, a korean drama addict and gruvia one) i'm kinda imagining juvia to be shin min ah there (so gorg), it's about a time traveler who gets involved in someone else's life. They survived a subway crash, once upon a time, and inevitably dies 10 years late on the exact day. I'm kind of requesting a drabble with the same concept hehe, please do consider it! Thank youu

I never watched but it seems interesting! I’m a k-drama fan myself (even if I still have a looooong list to go through) and this one just made it to the list! Let’s see if when I watch it, it awakes the muse!

Originally posted by miraculousgifsbug

When Seventeen summons a demon
  • S.Coups: "well.. nice to meet you"
  • Demon: *in thoughts* "wow he so daddy material tbh"
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  • Jeonghan: "make me beautiful forever"
  • Jeonghan: "jk i'm perfect lol"
  • -
  • Joshua: "please start reading the bible, it would only benefit your demon life, I promise"
  • Demon: "no"
  • Joshua: ".. i'll stab you bitch"
  • -
  • Jun: "bro, just wanted to talk a little"
  • -
  • Hoshi: "How do you get rid of a demon?"
  • Demon: "idk"
  • Hoshi: "you have to DEMONstrate hahahasdnhuhasud"
  • Demon: ".... bye"
  • -
  • Wonwoo: "make mingyu love me forever"
  • Demon: "well.. I don't have the power, but i'm pretty sure he does anyway"
  • Wonwoo: "..FOREVERRR"
  • -
  • Woozi: "just wanted to make sure this works"
  • -
  • DK: "what do demons have for breakfast?"
  • Demon: "not again"
  • DK: "devilled eggs!!!! lol"
  • -
  • Mingyu: "make me food"
  • Mingyu: "yup :3 "
  • -
  • The8: "hi, my name is minghao"
  • Demon: *blushes*
  • -
  • Seungkwan: "wow u actually cuter than i thought"
  • -
  • Vernon: "ayy yoo wazzup man"
  • Demon: "...k"
  • -
  • Dino: "hi, i want to reincarnate michael jackson"