hii there! i’m glad there’s someone who understands, and i appreciate your message. and in response to your other message, i’m sorry if it seems like i only reply to my asks with “thanks so much,” i just don’t wanna ignore the messages i get nor do i know how to respond any other way except by saying thank you, but i really do appreciate it! (: xoxox
thank you so much! right, so it’s the same thing you do when you make a picture your sidebar. just save the gif to your computer, then go to the customize page on your blog and upload the gif to your sidebar. xo
aw thank you, babe! kso this is kinda awkward to explain, but here goes:
more than i need, aha..
it depends on how you define it, i guess. if someone copies my work and doesn’t give me credit, i consider that “stealing” because they’re taking credit for something that is not theirs. call it what you want, either way it’s plagiarism. xo
well actually, i saw you posted it to your own blog yourself, so you didn’t reblog it. but i got your other message, and i’m honestly over all of it anyway. nice to see you’re writing, as well. keep it up, babe. (:
aw, sweetie don’t even worry about it! idk it might be difficult to do that since i disabled right-click on my blog, but i know you’ve been reading my one-shots for a while so i have no problem with how you go about reading my posts. xxoxoxo
they were so good, though! thanks for submitting them. you should write more often. (: xo
The day was almost done, I just wanted to go home and relax. Stella, one of the stylist, was packing up her things, “Okay, bye ladies! Have a lovely night Mrs. Richards and (Y/N), tell Justin that Josh wants to catch up soon, boys night out or something,” she called, waving to us as she left the salon. “Oh (Y/N)! It’s so good to hear that you’re still with that young man, such a charmer,” Mrs. Richards, my eldest and dearest client smiled, sipping her coffee. Justin had always had an affect on the ladies, especially the older ones, and well of course, me. I smiled and blushed, starting up the blow-dryer. I felt someone behind me and looked into the mirror in front of me to meet my boyfriend of 2 years, still in his fluro orange work shirt. He smiled at me, “Uh, is there any chance I could get a haircut?” he smirked. “Sorry, we’re just about to close, we could fit you in at say… 3 pm next Wednesday?” I smirked, going along with Justin’s joke and finishing drying my clients hair. “Ah, that’s too bad, I was hoping to get it done now, so I could look nice when I take my beautiful girlfriend out to dinner,” Justin continued his act. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Mrs Richards though this was the funniest thing, “Thank you (Y/N) dear, I’ll see you next time, good bye Justin,” she smiled slowly making her way out the door. “You have a lovely night, Mrs Richards, I’ll see you later at the club yeah?” Justin chuckled, opening the door for the elderly lady. She giggled to herself. “You better keep your eye on this one, (Y/N),” she winked. “Bye now Mrs Richards,” I laughed. The salon was empty, just leaving my boyfriend and I. I wrapped my arms around him as his cologne hit my nose and his arms made their way to my back. “How was work, baby?” I asked still clinging onto him. “Ah, alright, and yours?” he asked kissing my head. “Slow,” I replied letting him out of my grasp. He chuckled lightly. “C’mon baby, lets go, we have to go home and get ready for dinner, our reservation is at 7,” he said flicking all the lights off. “I’ll just get my bag,” I smiled.
I watched her smile light up, even though the lights of the night club flashed blues, pink’s and purples, but I could still see the perfect outline of her face and all her features. I wasn’t thinking straight, I started walking over to her, and she spotted me. She got up and made her way towards me, excusing herself from her friends. “Justin,” she spoke, like she knew I was just going to be here and I was just going to walk over to her. “I’m sorry (Y/N), these drinks have been setting in,” I breathed. She looked down. “So, what’s new?” I asked sounding stupid. Before she could reply, I grabbed bother her hands in mine and squeezed. Until I felt something cool under my right hand. I looked down to spot a diamond ring, a diamond engagement ring to be exact. My breath hitched in the back of my throat and (Y/N) seemed to notice. “Justin, I-,” she started, “Wow, I uh, didn’t know… obviously,” I interrupted her, dropping her hands soon after. She pulled them back and fiddled with them, she was nervous. “A lot of things change in 7 months don’t they?” I said, biting back my tears. “I know it’s a rush, but I just love him so much,” she blurted and I can tell she regretted every word that fell from her nervous lips. “I really hope you can meet him soon, he’s a nice guy, he really is Justin,” she tried reasoning. “When’s the wedding?” I said ignoring what she had just said. She looked down and played with her ring for a split second before meeting my gaze again. “June,” she gave me a half smile. “Well, I can’t say I’m over the moon for you (Y/N) but, I’m happy you’re finally happy,” I lied giving her a half smile as well. “Thank you Justin,” she said, looking down again. My drink kicked in again and I found my index finger pulling her chin up to me, looking her in the eyes. “But can we maybe try one more time?” She looked down and then looked back up to leaned in; I followed her until her soft lips made their way to my cheek. “I’ll keep in touch, good-bye Justin,” and with that she made her way back to her friends.
A week after that, I had received a formal invitation to her wedding, and her wedding wasn’t to me.
okay guys from now on lets not worry about people stealing my one-shots. it’s gonna happen no matter what, so i’d rather we not focus on the drama anymore. i appreciate you guys sticking up for me, though. you’re the best followers ever; it’s no wonder justin loves you guys so much. 😊
Your POV ~
I sat on the end of my bed staring rather uncomfortably at the figure in front of me, my eyes not leaving him for all the wrong reasons, especially the spot on him face that stood out.
‘‘I love it’’, he smiled proudly, keeping his stance in front on the body length mirror; ‘‘I…
just because you changed some words doesn’t make this any more acceptable. don’t steal my imagines, please.
aw, and i liked her blog too. ): thanks for letting me know, babe.