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Explanation

Originally posted by painfulblisss

a/n: okay so I’ve returned! I wrote this in a few hours and haven’t really heavily proofread it so I apologise for any mistakes you find! I hope you enjoy nonetheless and keep the requests flooding in. I may get round to actually doing them all. Love you all x


Rage. That’s the only emotion I could express whilst looking at his most recent post. My room was plunged into darkness but the light from my phone illuminated my face, straining my eyes slightly. I stared at his page for what felt like hours, my mind trying to calculate how this was happening to me. Picture after picture confirmed my worst suspicions and the final caption ripped my heart into two.

I’m gonna make my Instagram private if you guys don’t stop the hate this is getting out of hand, if you guys are really fans you wouldn’t be so mean to people I like.

He’s seeing someone else? I knew we were never an exclusive item but he told me I was the only one. Wait, no. Don’t overreact. I locked my phone and placed it on my bedside table, groaning in frustration whilst I shoved my hair back into a messy bun. There was no use of staying up worrying about Justin’s feelings for me when I’m obviously the last thing on his mind.

It was 1:57am. I tossed and turned between the sheets, my mind racing with a million and one thoughts, delaying the sweet bliss of a dreamless night’s sleep. I figured if I fidgeted enough I would finally get comfortable and be able to sleep, but after another 10 minutes of aggravation I decided I wasn’t going to reach that point. With a heavy sigh I pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my phone and made my way outside onto the small balcony that’s attached to my room.

The moon illuminated the sky, and the stars glistened in its light. I smiled up at the stars, marvelling their beauty. I search up his page once more, unsure as to why. I’m only overcome with anger again and I begin to wonder why I torture myself like this. Why do I fall so easily? Why do I become so invested into a person who has no intentions to love me?

New Text Message:

Jay: I can’t get you off my mind, are you awake? Can I come over?

I scoffed. The lies continue.

New Text Message:

Jay: Hey (Y/N). I know you saw my IG post. I need to explain. Are you awake so I can come over?

My thumbs danced across my screen, typing out a short reply of ‘Ok’. I looked up at the sky once more before making my way back inside to wait for Justin to arrive.

-

There’s a knock at the door after a ten minute wait. My heart was about to break out of my chest and my hands were extremely clammy, with the nerves that forced their way through every inch of my body. I was torn between lust and rage when I opened the door and was greeted by Justin’s appearance.

I smiled at him meekly whilst inviting inside my home, he responded with a curt nod of the head and he brushed past me, lingering a little when our hands made contact. I nudged him forward slightly, prompting him to make his way into my living room.

“Would you like a drink?” My voice came out a lot quieter than I was expecting, causing me to clear my throat. I waited for his response, hoping he heard my whisper.

“Oh no. I’m okay. Thank you though.” He smiled up at me, seating himself on the couch. I nodded, sitting down at the opposite end. I kept my head down, not wanting to look at him. The air was tense and there was an extremely long, awkward pause.

It felt like we were sitting in silence for years, until his husky voice cut through the air like a knife to my senses. “(Y/N).”

I hummed, turning to look at him as coldly as I could but I couldn’t help but soften under his gaze.

“You hate me don’t you?” He winced.

I hummed again, earning a frustrated sigh from Justin.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I’m really fucking sorry.”

I hummed once more.

“Will you just fucking say something?” He spat, his hands were clenched and he began to grind his teeth.

“I thought I was the only one?” I studied his face, looking for any sign of remorse and I was met with a sympathetic stare. “Why did you play me?”

“It was a holiday fling. I thought it would be okay because we never made anything official.” He holds his hand out in the hopes I will take it but I folded my arms into my chest. “(Y/N). Babe, please. I thought it was going to be a fling, but Sophia made it into something more and before I could take any of it back I was swept into a social media storm of bullshit. I was trying to protect her, she’s only 17 for chrissake!”

“17?! Justin, she’s a child!” I was exasperated. He ruined our 6 month rendezvous to have a small albeit very public fling with a minor? “Fuck! I have real feelings for you Justin and you take a crap on my heart for a child?”

“She’s 18 in a week!” He claimed, shutting his mouth instantly. He obviously regretted his outburst. Good, it hasn’t helped his case.

“Well, it’s good to know you only have to wait another 5 to 7 days so you can legally fuck her!” I lifted myself off the couch, distancing myself from Justin. I tore my stare from him, afraid he would see the tears that are threatening to cascade down my cheeks. I didn’t want him to see how much of an affect he had on me.

“Wait! No!” He stood up alongside me, grabbing my hand and pulling me close to him. He smelt like cinnamon and cotton, the scent making me feel so at home in his arms. I tried so hard to resist leaning into him but he was so irresistible and enticing to me that I couldn’t stand to not fawn over every fibre of his being. “I came here to talk to you, not argue princess. I want you. I only want you, not her.” He hooked his index finger under my chin and I melted into his touch, following his movements and looking into his beautiful brown pools. “I’ve fallen for you.” He whispered.

I stopped breathing for a moment, his stare was so intense I lost myself. I exhale softly, my chest slowly presses against his. A ghost of a smile etched on my lips. “I’m so in love with you Justin, but I’m so hurt. I’ve watched you change and its destroying me.” I let more tears fall and he frowned down at me.

“God I know baby girl but-“. He placed his hand on my cheek gently, and he softly stroked it with his thumb, his eyes searching my face for any signs of forgiveness.

“But what Jay?”

“Make me humble again. Change me (Y/N). I’ll delete my Instagram, I’ll start fresh. I’ll do anything for you.” He pleaded with me.

“Justin, I can’t change you. Only you can do that.”

“Then help me! Please.” His free hand wrapped itself firmly around my waist, pulling me closer. I sighed into his touch, wanting to give in to him. “Please princess.”

My head is ambushed with thoughts and feelings that I desperately tried to mute, but to no avail. I look up at Justin and I let out a barely audible whine. I’m weak. “Okay.” I whisper.

The look on his face is something I want to wake up to every day. His eyes lit up, and he became animated, like a giddy child in a sweet shop. He crashes his lips on mine in a passionate kiss, all our feelings are forced into this gesture and I swear in that moment my stomach exploded with butterflies. His lips were soft and this kiss was like no other we had experienced. Justin reluctantly pulled away, obviously wanting to savour every second of it.

“You won’t regret this.” He whispered, whilst placing a forehead against mine. A shit eating grin plastered on his face.

I’m going to regret this.

popsicle86  asked:

I just saw your Fitzsimmons movie night Notting Hill drabble. Can I request a continuation where Jemma tells Daisy actually there first kiss was in the lab? Please? Thank you!

A contiunation from this drabble:

“Anna, how long are you planing to stay here in Britain?”

Julia Roberts looked back at the reporter, a smile grew on her glowing face. “Indefinitely,” she replied.

Notting Hill’s ending montage begun to play and Daisy’s gaze switched between Jemma and Fitz (who were still cuddling on the couch; Jemma resting against Fitz’s chest and their legs tangled together) and the joyous couple on screen—surprised to find more than one similarity between the two couples. The couple beside her seemed memorized by the happy ending montage, and Daisy swore she saw secret smiles on their’ faces, as if they were both in on a secret she knew nothing about…

A wedding played out on screen, and Jemma suck deeper into Fitz’s arms.

Huge Grant’s interlaced fingers with a pregnant Julia Roberts’, and Fitz’s fingers involuntary twitched on the side of Jemma’s stomach.

Daisy could hardly contain herself while she waited for the movie credits to roll. Once they did, she shot up from her casual (but sneaky) position that gave her perfect viewing of both her friends and the movie screen. She pointed out from the common area. “Ok. Get out Fitz!”

Slowly, Jemma moved out of Fitz’s arms. Once again, their quizzical looks mirrored each other’s. “Daisy? What—”

“You can’t kick me out!” Fitz sat up and protested. “This is a shared space.”  

“Hm-ho,” Daisy retorted and wiggled her pointed index finger. “Do I look like I care? Get out,” she repeated. “I need to talk to Jemma. Girl talk time.”

Fitz begrudgingly dragged his legs down from the couch to the floor. “Jemma doesn’t girl talk…What even is girl talk? Have you two ever had girl talk?” He looked between the two women for answers, receiving none.

“Ah, Fitz…” Daisy gloated. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”

His brow furrow at the comment and then smoothed. “Alright. Whatever. But just so you know,” he pushed himself up from the couch. “She’s gonna tell me everything you say anyway.”

“OoOo,” Daisy’s eyes twinkled at him. “I’d planned on it.”

Fitz’s brow pitched again before turning back to give Jemma a quick kiss. A tiny squeal came from Daisy as she watched their kiss, causing Fitz’s to blush and be unable to turn before leaving.

Jemma, in turn, starred at Daisy in utter confusion. “What the hell was that about?”

“Shhh!” Daisy waved at her, watching Fitz walk down the hall through the window. “Not yet.”

“Daisy.” She insisted. “Come on…”

When Daisy finally did redirect her attention to Jemma, she bounced crossed-legged on the couch, a knowing smile brightening her face.

“Are you pregnant?!?”

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anonymous asked:

hey,, I don't know if you take headcanon requests but I really like the hcs you posted so I was wondering if you could do a post for the crew's sleeping habits? sorry if you don't do requests I was just hoping,

I’m really flattered, actually. If you have any more requests feel free to send them in, I’ll definitely do them! Not sure who you wanted as far as ‘crew’ goes so I’m going to do the OG 6.

Geoff: Despite the jokes calling him a ‘grumpy old man,’ Geoff keeps schedule with the youngin’s well enough. Usually going to bed around two or three in the morning, well before the Lads but after Jack, Geoff gets around seven hours of sleep a night. Unless, of course, one of his reckless charges is out on the town without leaving a note. Even though everyone in the crew can take care of themselves, especially if they’re out in a group, Geoff still worries immensely whenever he’s not there personally. This cuts into his sleep as he stays up watching his phone for messages or watching the news to see if his boys are causing chaos. Of course, the waiting is usually accompanied by drinks. Jack sees to it that Geoff either makes it to a bed or at the very least has a blanket.

Jack: By and large has the most normal sleep schedule of them all, on the occasions where they’re not planning for a heist and everyone is safe in the penthouse. Like Geoff, however, Jack is prone to staying up due to stress whenever one of the other members (especially the Lads, though of course there’s plenty of worry left for Ryan) of the crew is out on a job or just gone without leaving a note. Generally an early riser, Jack averages seven or eight hours starting around 1 AM. Boring, responsible team mom that doesn’t want to pass out mid-helicopter flight (something that Gavin is still mocked for).

Ryan: A mystery, Ryan doesn’t seem to ever sleep. Despite the crew’s variety of waking hours and the close quarters that they live in, everyone has only seen Ryan sleeping a handful of times. Of course, he does; much less than the average person, but he does. With years of practice during his lone-wolf stint, Ryan basically chooses when he sleeps. He knows every trick in the book to keep body and mind alert through multiple days of sleeplessness, and even when he does crash he’s such a light sleeper that it turns into a nap more often than not. Unfortunately that sort of thing does take its toll, and sometimes he’s faced with exhausting days where sleep eludes him. For all he’s a master of staying awake, falling asleep is sometimes a massive challenge. 

Gavin: Night owl extraordinaire, it’s a strange day when Gavin is awake before noon. Usually gets a decent eight hours or so, though he’s not one to skimp on pampering himself with a few more winks now and again. On the opposite end of the spectrum, though, when he’s fixated on something- be it coding, surveillance, practicing with a new weapon or what have you- he can stay awake for days without realizing it. When he gets really into the flow of something, Gavin will literally pass out from exhaustion or hunger before he stops of his own accord. 

Ray: Schrodinger’s insomniac, constantly exhausted but at the same time constantly caught napping. The other members of the crew can count on him to be awake at any given hour of the night playing video games or just wandering around, but as soon as the sun is up they’re more likely to find him passed out on the couch, or on the floor, or contorted into a godawful human pretzel curled around the consoles on the bottom shelf of the entertainment center. With his strange cat-naps Ray definitely manages about five or six hours of sleep a day, but when he finally needs to crash he’ll plop down in an actual bed (rarely his own, but nobody can find it in themselves to complain) and pass out for the better portion of the day.

Michael: Unpredictable at best, but often tries to keep schedule with the Lads for the sake of Maximizing Fun. At high points of excitement and energy, Michael hardly needs to sleep and will get by on a couple short naps. Especially around bigger heists, he won’t sleep at all and goes for destructive romps around the city to work off excess energy. Afterwards, he crashes just as hard as Ray, though it’s usually exacerbated by the consumption of celebratory alcohol. On ‘normal’ days, though, he’ll grab eight hours of sleep whenever he feels like taking it; be that at two in the morning or one in the afternoon (though the mid-day sleeps are a rare thing reserved for when nobody else is around and sleeping is ‘better than being bored and lonely’).

Spray Can- Dally

Request: “Dally “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.“ from the latest writing prompts With Dallas Winston from the outsiders all seperately please like 5 different imagines sorry for the large request pls take your time”

A/n: Here is the 3/5 of the imagines that was requested. Enjoy!

Requests are open :) 


"Hand me the bag Y/n.” I hear Dally whisper to me. I take the bag off my back and hand it to Dally. He unzips the bag and pulls out a spray can.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” I mumble and Dally turns his head to look at me.

“We’re just getting back at Tim for stealing from me.” Dally says.

“What happens if we get caught?” I ask as we both crawl towards Tim’s car.

“Nothing happenin’ Y/n.” Dally tells me, “Just deny, deny, deny.”

“This is real romantic.” I say as we get to Tim’s car.

Dally looks at me with a side eye “The night has only started.” He pulls me in and kisses the side of lips. I lean my hands into Dally’s chest but he pulls away.

“You tease.” I laugh. Dally shakes the can and I see him smirk.

anonymous asked:

Hey~, if we can ask a special mood for your Fanmixes request, could you do something for Gokudera feeling "Blah" ? [or anything you're inspired for him if we can't] Thanks ♥

Of course you can request this! I actually really love this request! I can see Gokudera listening to mostly instrumental music when he’s feeling blah but, to keep from having this be a purely instrumental mix, I attempted to dig up a few non-instrumental tracks I could see him listening to!


Skies of Blue: A Melancholic Gokudera Mix


Giovanni Marradi - Children of San Gabriel

Instrumental

Louis Armstrong - What a Wonderful World

they’ll learn much more/than I’ll ever know/and I think to myself/what a wonderful world

The Smiths - Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want This Time

so for once in my life/let me get what I want/lord knows it would be the first time

Van Morrison - Days Like This

when no one steps on my dreams there’ll be days like this/when people understand what I mean there’ll be days like this

REM - Everybody Hurts

don’t let yourself go/‘cause everybody cries/and everybody hurts sometimes

Vadim Kiselev - Autumn Overture

instrumental

Billy Joel - Vienna

slow down, you’re doing fine/you can’t be everything you want to be/before your time

Michael Ortega - Cry

instrumental

Jorge Mendez - Cold

instrumental

The Smiths- There Is a Light That Never Goes Out

oh please don’t drop me home/because it’s not my home, it’s their home/and I’m welcome no more

anonymous asked:

Do you do animation requests?

Probably. Im actually in a mood for doing an animation at the moment so ye. Maybe, I’m not sure yet

pieforhumanity  asked:

Can I ask a question about a trans character in my story? He is a trans boy named Roscoe but his friends call him Rose due to the rose tattoo he got on his arm after he fully transitioned. He actually requests being called Rose bc the tattoo has special meaning to him. But is naming a trans boy "Rose" disrespectful or transphobic? (due to the fact that the name "Rose" is very feminine and almost always given to girls)

Also! Do you think that having more than one trans or nonbinary character in a group of characters makes a story “crowded”? I was told that after revealing that 6 out of 14 characters were either trans, nonbinary, or genderfluid. I never thought of “crowding” my story as an issue before. The characters just appeared in my head the way they did and many just weren’t cis. Idk that comment just really bugged me… Is there such a thing in your opinion(s) as “overcrowding a story with diversity?”

You absolutely can! 

Firstly hmm, no, I don’t think that’s disrespectful or transphobic. There isn’t anything inherently feminine about roses, flowers don’t have genders, even if societally we tend to shove things in one category or another. That’s a real good reason for his name, and his nickname, and there is no reason a guy can’t go by Rose or be named Rose.

You’ll have to walk carefully if you’re going into too much depth with the nickname, beyond an explanation for it, because it can be tricky there cause the name would ed up probably being a thing transphobic people latched on to. And you don’t want to try to speak for or define trans experiences, but it’s very doable and you honestly don’t need to go into much depth with it. “This is Roscoe,he goes by Rose, he has a tattoo on his arm,” is all perfectly fine.

Secondly, no, there is no such thing a overcrowding  story with diversity. Having lots of trans characters in the same work means you can be a lot more free with how you write them, is just in general a good idea for representation. Talking about the story being “crowded” with diversity is a cover for some pretty basic transphobia treating cis people’s gender as default and somehow more valid and less gendered than trans individual’s.

Please feel free to send us your favorite trans authors, a little bit about your favorite trans characters, or any questions or topics you’d like to see me address, too. For some of our new followers, you can find past Writing Trans articles here in the tag.

-Chris/Isabella

terezacrazygirl  asked:

88 with yoongi😄

Thanks for requesting!!

~Admin Rugi

88.  “No, actually we’re married.”


I woke up next to my loving husband and couldn’t be happier. Big Hit told Yoongi that it would be bad for the group’s reputation if he married someone he’s only been dating for 6 months, but last night, during our anniversary trip to Las Vegas, he decided that Big Hit could suck it and he went out and bought me a ring right on the spot. 

We found an adorable little chapel that married us on the spot. I couldn’t be happier that I now get to spend the rest of my life with the man I love and Big Hit can’t do anything about it now. 

We’re legally married.

I married Min Yoongi!!

Min Y/N…it has a wonderful ring to it!!!

Yoongi stirred in the bed and I slowly brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed his nose softly.

“Good morning hubby!” I said as I ran my hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy our first night together as a married couple?”

“Married?” he asked, barely conscious, “Very funny Y/N, but we aren’t actually married.” He sat up and looked at the ring on his left hand and chuckled, “Funny prank, I can’t believe I didn’t wake up when you put this on my hand last night.”

“Yoongi, You bought me a ring and we went to a chapel last night. We got married and I have the marriage license to prove it.”

“Those places don’t do real marriage ceremonies,” he was laughing hysterically, “It’s all for show. There is a bunch of paperwork that they can’t file to make it legal….We aren’t actually married.” He took the ring off and put in on the nightstand as he stood up, “Big Hit told me not to marry you right now, so I won’t,” he said bluntly, “I love you, but not enough to jeopardize my career or the group!” 

I was almost in tears. “No, actually we’re married,” I said, the tears now streaming down my face, “You don’t remember marrying me?” I couldn’t believe this was happening. What I thought was the best night of mine and Yoongi’s lives isn’t even something he remembers doing. It’s not even something he wanted to do.

WHAT WAS I THINKING???

“I’m gonna go take a shower. Take off that ridiculous wedding ring and get ready to go explore the strip. We aren’t going to waste our trip in this hotel room. 

We both got ready for the day and I removed the simple ring that he bought me last night and grabbed my purse as Yoongi put on his shoes.

We walked outside of the hotel only to see all of Bangtan waiting for us, Huge smiles on their faces.

“THERE’S THE HAPPY COUPLE!!!! READY FOR THE HONEYMOON??” V yelled as he ran up and hugged you both.

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked somberly, “We aren’t going on a honeymoon…we aren’t married…”

“That’s not what Yoongi told us,” Namjoon said, “We didn’t just take a red-eye from Seoul to Vegas because of a prank, did we Suga?”

All of the guys looked at him, suddenly nervous that Yoongi was playing with them.

“We did get married last night…but…” Yoongi said as he got down on one knee, “I realized that getting married in secret was the best idea so I told the guys to get over here so I could do this right.”

Jin pulled out an even more extravagant ring and handed it to Yoongi.

“I’ve had this ring in the dorm since our first date. I stopped and bought it on the way home since I was sure you were the one. I asked Jin to bring it so I could propose the way I always wanted to,” he paused and took a deep breath, “Y/N, will you make me the happiest man alive…again…and marry me? This time with at least some of our friends here with us to celebrate?”

I was in tears. This morning was all a ruse.

“YAH MIN YOONGI!!!” I yelled as I slapped his arm, “I REALLY THOUGHT YOU FORGOT ABOUT YESTERDAY AND DIDN’T WANT TO BE WITH ME!!!! YOU ASS!!” I kept yelling, “OF COURSE I’LL MARRY YOUR DUMB ASS AGAIN!!!!”

We kissed passionately, earning both whistles and groans from the guys.

“C’mon,” Jungkook said as he and V dragged me away, “We need to find you a suitable dress while Yoongi tracks down a tux. You need to look like a princess on your wedding day!”


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STITCHDEX 718 Request #36: Pumpkaboo! 

I’m actually going to be honest here: I don’t like Pumpkaboo’s sprite from Pokémon Battle Trozei all that much. I feel as though this Pokémon just isn’t the same without its entire body, like the point of its design is lost if you only include the top half.

Still, this one’s a cutie and requested by my little sister no less! And with the era of pumpkin spice upon us again, it’s almost too fitting! Let’s get spooky this year!

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OKAY. Took this request as an excuse to draw fanart for fic written by one of my favorite irl ladies <3333. Although these can’t possibly match up to the actual complexity and imagery of the story, here are few vignettes inspired by scenes from Inking Indigo!

If any of you are fans of ML, I’d recommend reading all of her stories-!

Her AO3 | Tumblr! Please go spoil her!!!