#justin bieber text imagine

[lushbarb]

y/n & j | hurt.

6 months postpartum

- the day -

It was about 6 PM when he came home and I told him I needed to speak with him.

Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yes” I tell him, knowing I’m not. My stomach is turning, my face is hot and I don’t know how to tell my husband that I know he is having an affair and I am about to leave him.

I don’t want to. At all. I love this man with everything in me. We have been through different stages of life together, watched each-other become parents, started our careers, and there’s not a day since we met that we’ve spent apart. He’s my world. My child’s father. My best friend and I can’t remember life without him. How can I leave him?

But also, how could he step out on me? On us? How could he look another woman in the eye knowing it’s not me and tell her things that only he should tell me and treat her a way he should only treat me. He made a commitment for the rest of his life to me, to us.

I can’t even think about looking at another man, let alone sleeping with one. The thought of hurting my husband makes me want to throw up.

My thoughts are interrupted by our son waking up so I bury my feelings and my thoughts because I have to be okay, I can’t let my kid see me not okay, isn’t that what being a mother is all about?

We sit on the couch and I ask my husband to join me.

My face is so hot and my stomach is doing backflips and I just want to cry looking at this man. I love him so much, how could he do this to me? But do I even want to know?

“Did you cheat on me?” I just flat out say it. What’s the point of wasting time? If I look at him any longer I’ll keep remembering how much I love him and then I’ll just give in, I know I will.

He looked shocked that I just asked like that, then he stared at me in my eyes for about 1 minute and immediately put his head down.

My heart sank. I let out a small sigh, looked down at my kid and there was the tears. I knew. He told me all I needed to know without saying a single wrong.

I had so much I wanted to say but did he deserve for me to say anything? 10 years of marriage so I felt that I deserved to speak and I needed an explanation but I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I didn’t want to think about my husband with another woman. Kissing, touching, being intimate with another woman that’s not me, his wife.

My eyes felt so low but I still looked up at him. He locked eyes with me and suddenly I saw a different person, I didn’t know him.

“I love you” he said to me, his voice choking up.

Why does it hurt me to see him hurting and upset? But I don’t know why, He hurt me. He betrayed me.

“I have so much to say and even though I don’t think I should be doing the talking, I also don’t want to hear you explain it to me because that will hurt me even more” I say. I wanted to ask you do you love me? Did our family mean anything to you? How could you ever look at someone the way you are only supposed to look at me and then come home to me? I wanted to ask that but I know you will tell me that you love me, our family means everything to you and that the affair was nothing to you and that it will never happen again but I know that it is not the truth because If it was you would never be able to do this to me” I tell him while crying. I didn’t want to cry but how could I not?

“I love you” he repeats while looking at me. “I’m sorry, I never wanted this for our son, we always said together forever and that he would see that.”

“His dad stepped out.” I bluntly say.

He wipes his face. There goes the tears. Now I’m getting angry, how are you crying when you broke our family apart?

I look at him and I can tell he is about to say something.

“You will always be the woman that was made for me. You gave me my son, a family and a new life. Some men dream about having the life I have, some men would kill for it and I took it for granted. I knew what I was doing and I didn’t stop it, I knew my family was at home and I continued it and I knew it would hurt you and a part of me didn’t care but also knew I would lose my family so I tried to hide it. “ he says.

Ouch. It hurts so bad to hear him say this but I also know it’s the truth.

“ Thank you for your honesty. I just don’t understand” I reply. We were fine one day. What did I do? What changed?

“Don-“ he tried to speak.

“What did I do to make you fall out of love with me? To make you not care about us? It’s not just me you should’ve thought about. We brought a child into this world and you should’ve thought about him, you didn’t think about him!” I cried.

“Stop blaming yourself.” He tried to move closer to me but I put a hand up to stop him.

“No. Don’t do that. You’re wrong.” I say.

He moves back to his original spot on the couch.

“Are you leaving?” He asks me. “Taking him with you?”

I look down at my son and my heart hurt. He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves for us to be a happy family and I can’t even look at my husband because I never wanted this, I don’t want our family to not be together every day but I can’t stay here, it won’t be the same.

“Yes” I tell him softly. “You know I don’t want you to feel like I am taking him from you.”

“You are, I don’t want to be without him or you.” He sits up.

“I have no choice. We talked about this before and we had a solution we both agreed on so it is not my fault you forgot about that when you decided you didn’t care to keep your family anymore.” I sharply tell him.

“Stay.” he tells me.

“No.”

“I love you.” He puts his head in his hands. “I love you.” He repeats with his head down.

“No.”

“You want to take my kid and figure it out but I don’t want to be without you.”

“Stop.” I say.

“You’re begging me to stay after you cheated on me. You’re selfish. You are still not thinking about me or our son. You were here but not here. You didn’t treat us like you loved us or wanted a family but here you are acting like you are going to miss us so bad and we aren’t even gone yet. It’s not easy for me to leave, it’s so fucking hard to look you in the eye, tell you we’re leaving and come to terms with it because I was present, I always thought about you and our kid. I don’t care for your apology because you haven’t said much about you cheating, just begging me to stay. Stop.” I say to him.

“How did you find out?” He asked me softly.

“I always knew.” I tell him. “I always knew because I was always alone, slept alone, woke up alone, watched our son grow alone, and ate dinner alone. I shouldn’t be alone if I have a husband so where is my husband? I knew right away. For the sake of our family, I always wanted to get it out of my head but the signs were all there.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you and I’m sorry I am the reason we are like this.” He tells me.

“Tell that to him.” I say to him as I stand up with our son and head to the bedroom.

[augustconversations]

Annoying Bieber

“Annoying Bieber.” Originally written: Sometime in 2018 <3 Transferred from 825th.tumblr.com (deleted account)  How can Y/n write about a love that she doesn’t believe exists in today’s world without sounding too pretentious; without sounding like she’s trying too hard to know what Romeo and Juliet went through? Why can’t she just know? Why hadn’t she fallen in love yet? At least, a little bit; a fraction of what Juliet felt for Romeo. A fraction is good, because being all the way in love like they were resulted in their deaths. They were too young to die. She’s too young to die.

But, of course, she doesn’t want anyone hanging over her. Or being jealous. Or wanting to know where she is at all times of the day. But she does want flowers. Marigolds wrapped in crisp newspaper, to be exact. And maybe sometimes hold hands? Only when it’s cold, though. And the borrowing of his sweatshirt that smelled like cologne. That could be nice.  

“Romeo and Juliet. A classic.” A familiar stature molded her peripheral, his blond hair catching the light of the dimly lit library. Justin sat down in front of her and leaned his back against the fantasy section. His legs nearly wrapped themselves into hers. “I know all about those guys.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, but didn’t look up.

“Who doesn’t? The whole Montagues hating the Capulets. Romeo and Juliet being from either family and falling in love with each other. The families forbidding it. Them dying. It’s a classic.”

“A boring classic.”

“It’s alright, I guess. Why’re you reading it?”

“It’s for my English class. I have to write a paper about love.”

He sported a smirk that she missed. “Ooh, love, my favorite subject.” 

“Oh, I know, Mr. I-can-have-any-girl-I-desire.”  

“Well, not any girl…”  

She looked up then, and caught the glimmer in his eyes. His smirk trampled into a boyish grin. He’s failed time and time again when asking her out. His charming words were enticing, and the romantic gestures were convincing, but they were no match for the wall she put around herself.  

“Well,” she closed the book, “almost any girl.” She placed it inside her bookbag and got up, walking toward the entrance. He was hot on her tail.  

“How come every time I come around you suddenly have to leave?”  

“It’s your bad timing,” she said. “I’ve been at the library since five.”  

Darkness waged over the campus, street lamps lighting their path. She tightened her sweater around her as the wind blew, rustling the bare trees.  

“Since five? It’s almost ten."  

"Ooh, look at you. You can tell time.”  

“Oh, ha-ha. I’m just saying that you’ve really been in the library for five hours? I didn’t see any essay you were writing.”  

“Well, right now I’m just studying romance.”  

“You can’t study romance,” he spoke incredulously. “At least, not theirs.”  

“Why not? They were in love.”  

“They were psychopaths.”  

“Well, wouldn’t you be a psychopath too if you were in love?”  

“Maybe so,” he said, and grabbed the base of his chin. “But, what I’m saying is, how can you study romance? Like, dying. How can you write a paper on what it feels like to die if you never experienced it?”

“Well, that’s kind of far-fetched. No one can write about how it feels to die. Anyone can write about love – wing it, at least. Like when lonely people write romance novels.”  

“But, it’s not real. It’s not authentic.”  

“And what’s real nowadays, anyway?” She looked at him and he looked at her. “What do you know about love?”  

“Enough.”  

“Enough? You’ve been in love before?”  

“Once.”  

“Really? How was it?”  

“I’ll be glad to share that with you over hot chocolate and scones.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Justin, no.”  

“Why not? Why don’t you wanna go on a date with me? An eligible bachelor?”  

“First, you’re too eligible. How many girls did I see you with last semester?”  

“Why? Were you jealous?” he grinned, closing in on her face. “Jealous girls are kind of hot.”  

“And so is your breath,” she laughed, and pushed him sideways. “Get away."

They came up on the sidewalk where the intersection was. Not many cars passed, but those that did left a bitter wind in its wake. Y/n squinted her eyes. "Okay, I’ll guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"You live three blocks down. I am not going to let you walk by yourself.”

“I think I can handle myself, Justin.”  

“Something bad can happen to you.”  

“I’ve been walking myself home the entire four years I’ve been in college. If something bad were to happen to me, don’t you think it would’ve already happened?”  

“Awful occurrences don’t have a time stamp.”  

“Justin—”

“I’m not leaving you.”  

She sighed. “You are one persistent person.” They walked when the little man on the traffic screen turned green. “Why do you bother me, anyway? Am I some kind of challenge for you?”  

“Remember when we first encountered each other? It was at the museum in George Town. You were looking at a sculpture and I came up beside you. I talked a little about the art, but I didn’t really care for it. It was all so boring to me. What made it exciting was the pretty girl in the Ugg boots.”  

“Yup, I remember precisely. The whole ‘what’s your name, beautiful?’ line you pulled on me.”  

“And you know what you said?”  

“Not available.”

“To be honest, I was shocked,” he smiled. “I didn’t expect to be dissed. I thought you were gonna be like the other girls. Blush, and do that giggle. But, I was like, ’ooh, this girl is feisty, I got to get to know her’.”

“So, what’s your whole goal here? Bothering me like you do?”  

“Well, to get you to go on a date with me. But, in the process we’ve kind of became friends.”  

She cocked an eyebrow. “Friends? Who said we were friends?”  

“It’s kind of one of those unspoken things. I just know that even though I get on your nerves, which I love doing, you don’t think I’m terrible.”

“You are incredibly annoying.”  

He wrapped both his arms around her, and kissed her several times on her forehead. “Girl, you know you love me. Here, let me take this.”  

She tightened her grip on her bookbag. “I got it, Justin.”  

“Listen, you wanna learn about romance? Let me be romantic.”  

She didn’t want to argue, so she gave it to him. He threw it over his shoulder and put his arm back around her. She shoved him away.  

“You’re not my boyfriend.”  

“I can be your boyfriend. Your prince charming. Your lover. Your best friend. Your first love,” he trailed off. She shoved him away again. “I can be anything you want me to be, baby!”  

“Shush, you’re too loud. You’re going to wake the neighbors.”  

“I don’t care! I want them to know I want to be your man!”

“Justin, please be quiet.” She pressed her hand over his mouth, and he kissed the pads of her fingers. "This is the annoying thing I was talking about.” 

"I’m sorry. I just like you so much.” “You’re a problem.”  

“I’m your problem.”  

“Enough with the cheesiness, already. Actually, you know what? I’m starting to think that you’re not charming at all. You’re just cheesy.”  

“I act this way because it makes you laugh, and I love seeing your smile. But, if you want me to be some Casanova, then I’ll be that.”  

“No, please no.”  

“I don’t understand why you won’t give me a chance. I can treat you so right. I’ll always be sweet and loving and kind. I’ll be attentive and buy you things. I’ll protect you and always will be there for you. You can be the jelly to my peanut butter; the pumpkin to my pie. And I’ll make out with you like there’s no tomorrow because you have some nice, full lips—”

“Justin"—they stopped in front of her town home. Her mother had Christmas lights wrapped around the railings of their small, concrete staircase—"You’re just not my type. Sorry.”  

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should.”

He squinted, and walked closer.

“See,” she said. “You don’t make me nervous, you don’t cause my heart to race—” He slid his hands across her waist. A sensation kissed her sides and made the tips of her fingers tingle. She bit down on her tongue and found the courage to push him away again. “And you definitely don’t cause butterflies in my stomach.”  

“Really? Because you tensed.”  

“I felt threatened.”  

“You felt something, alright.”  

She scoffed. “Just give me my bookbag.”  

“I will, but you have to promise me we can hang out tomorrow.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“I don’t have classes tomorrow,” he challenged. “I can do this all night long.”  “Why are you so stubborn?”

“I can ask you the same question.”  

“Maybe I just really don’t want to go on a date with you. Not every single girl wants to jump on the Justin train. Besides, you’re a heart breaker.”  

“Am not.”  

“Are to. You made Karen cry.”  

“It’s not my fault that she took my kindness as flirtation. Flirting is what I’m doing with you. You know, working my magic—”  

She snorted. “What magic?”  

“—with Karen, I made conversation like: 'hey, how are you?’, 'you look nice today’,” he continued as if she didn’t interrupt him, “not ’you can get your bookbag back once you promise to go on a date with me’.”

“Karen really liked you, you know?”  

“I’ve apologized. But, honestly, I’m not obligated to show my affections to someone just because they have a crush.”  

She got closer to him and snatched her bookbag away. “Exactly.”  

He folded his arm around her back and held her tight against him. “But, you like me back.”  

“I do not.”

“I can see it in your eyes.”  

She laughed heartily. “You’re delusional.”  

“I’m gonna get that date. I guarantee it.” Then he kissed her on the forehead and he let her go.  

She opened the door to her home. “Never gonna happen.” The warm air floated past her head, tickling her ears. “Goodnight, Justin.”  

“Goodnight, Princess. See you tomorrow.”  

“And Justin?”  

“Yeah?”  

“Quit kissing me.” She rolled her eyes again and closed the door behind her. “So annoying.” 

[martinluvrr]

FLATLINE | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!gf!reader

⋅˚₊‧ summary: y/n and paige experience what it means to be in a long distance relationship, but with the distance between them, can they overcome it?

⋅˚₊‧ warning : secret relationship, angst (kinda) ,long distance.

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: first post🥳🥳🥳.

⋅˚₊‧ inspired by flatline by justin bieber.

⋅˚₊‧ nav ||

"I'LL MISS YOU" paige muttered against her neck.

"it'll go by before you know it" y/n said pulling away from the hug. When college applications started being filled, she took a big risk and applied for Politecnico di Milano, a fashion uni in Milan, Italy. She had already said goodbye to her parents, thinking that was the hardest goodbye she could imagine, but the tears in her eyes from saying goodbye to her girlfriend right now, told her she lied to herself a while ago.

Paige and y/n had always had a rocky side of their relationship, for one, it was a secret waiting to bomb the world, two, they always knew that long distance was going to be a thing for them. With Paige going to Uconn and Yn going to PDM, 'it was already doomed' said by most people. But overcoming the rocky side of their relationship, there was the fairytale side. The one where they in love, where they supported each other in everything, where they took each others first kisses, first everything. They were each other's lifelines in a way, they didn't go a day without speaking to each other.

They both hoped that these future 4 years, weren’t going to change their feelings of each other.

✩

Lately you've been busy, wondering if you miss me

Why did you go against me? I just wanna know

How come you act so different? Talk to me, I'll listen

All the love I'm giving, don't act like you don't know

“…leave a message after the tone” y/n sighed as she hung up the phone. It was 7am and her alarm had just gone off, Paige was most likely asleep. It’s 1am at Storrs.

If you put the time difference aside, they were doing well. Both of them spent at least 2 hours everyday on the phone and haven’t had an any problems yet.

But it’s only been 5 months. 7 months and 3 years to go.

Y/n was glad Paige settled in great, she got along with her teammates and had a great support system there. Paige became a media star, with that came many fans. While y/n wasn’t the jealous type, these fans were wild.

She opened her instagram app, and slowly started to scroll through stories. When she stopped, went stiff. “Oh” she muttered, her girlfriend’s teammate, Aaliyah, had posted a story with the Uconn women’s basketball team having fun ,at what she would guess, a bar. Paige is in the background , a girl sitting next to her, whiles shes on the phone. Y/n quickly checked when the story was posted,10minutes ago.

‘Okay so she could’ve just posted this when she came home’ y/n quickly assured herself. Paige wouldn’t just ignore her calls, especially on a night out, right?

As those thoughts filled her head, a notification sound came from her phone.

pb 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

gm baby. can’t talk, tired, going to bed.

y/n didn’t think anything, she couldn’t. She just typed ‘sweet dreams💗’ and hit send.

no i love you, no ily, not even an emoji.

‘Stop, don’t overthink this ,shes just tired’ she told herself. She shut her phone off and got out of bed, leaving her thoughts about P in her comfy bed.

:

It had been a month since the bar incident, and everything seemed normal, until a week ago.

Y/n just got out of work, a small intern job to help her graduate early. It was 6pm in Milan, and 12 in Storrs.On her way home, y/n called P.

The phone rang, 1,2,3 times before she hung up. Tried a gain, 1,2,3. User is busy.Paige had hung up on her, she didn’t think much of it. ‘She’s probs busy’.

That was 6 days ago.

While they exchange texts, no calls were made this week. Paige was busy, like really busy, But not busy ‘not go out with her friends for the 3rd time this week’ busy. Y/n got it, freshman year, new teammates, she had to have fun. She also knew that their relationship was on the down low. Even though she assured Paige that it was okay to tell her teammates, P reluctantly agreed. ‘I don’t know, i’ll see’ She muttered to y/n, 2 weeks ago on their normal facetime call.

Y/n didn’t want to think much of it, she didn’t want her overthinking to brew a fight. The last 2 years she was back home, her and paige had never gone a day without speaking to each other, but so what it stopped now?, it was common sometimes to not call. So she let it be, but Paiges text became more and more rare,more dry and definitely more weird.

But y/n knew, paige was just busy.

✩

Girl you always catch me at the bad time (Bad time)
When I know you probably think it's a lie (A lie)
I know I told you last time was the last time (Last time)
How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?

On the other end of the phone. Y/n hit the red button, and ended the call. She hit her head on the wall behind her in frustration, thankful that the call wasn’t on facetime and Paige could see her sad face.

Y/n had called in sick at work so she could watch Paiges game in peace, her boss gave her an earful, because it was one of the more busier seasons in the fashion world, but she let her be ‘sick in bed’. She was proud of Paige, and was the happiest for her.

But the mood drifted when she heard the voice tell her they need her. ‘I need her too’ Y/n thought. This was the first time in a month that Y/n heard Paiges voice. Her heart clenched when she heard her sound weird, it sounded like she was frustrated. Frustrated with who though, with y/n?.

As time went quick, it felt like Paiges texts were more rare, and even more dry. And Y/n didn’t know if Paige was aware of the way she was acting, she also didn’t know if she should say anything, Paige was a freshman in college having fun, alone,without Y/n next to her.

If Y/n were to say anything, she didn’t want to seem like the bitchy jealous girlfriend that only wanted Paige to spend time with her, she just wanted Paige to spend some time with her.

It felt like their relationship was a bomb, and their time was running out quickly.

How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline? (Flatline)
Cause when I hit you, you don't even reply (Reply)
How could you pull the plug and leave me flatline?

✩

Not breathing, what is it I'm not seeing
Said she's leaving, damn I can't believe it
It's like my heart's bleeding knowing that you don't need me
Shut my heart down, now I don't know what Imma do now

“… i just need some space y/n” Paige said with frustration, a sigh coming after. Y/n’s heart dropped.

It all started an hour and a half ago.

Paige went out with her teammates after a late night practice, forgetting that y/n was waiting on her phone call that she promised she would do after practice.

After she came home, she was bombarded with messages from Y/n. 8 to be exact.

y/n💍

hey did you finish practice?

- 8:15PM

you ready?

- 8:18PM

paige?

- 8:20PM

paigeeeeeeee???

- 8:30PM

pbabyyyy

- 8:35PM

pls tell me u didn’t forget

- 8:45PM

paige are you fucking kidding me

- 9:45PM

it’s our anniversary

- 9:45PM

call me when you get home and make sure you’re not busy

- 9:50PM

And when she called, the yelling happened. It was the first fight they’ve had in a while. While Y/n finally exploded demanding to know what’s happening with her, Paige only had one thing to say.

“I think we should take a break”

“What?” Y/n whispered after a long pause.

“i’m not ready to be in a relationship Y/n/n, i’m still questioning what i want, and i don’t know if its you yet.” Paige said. “I’m sorry, i just need some space Y/n”

Y/n heart dropped, she didn’t know what to say or think. While Y/n knew that not everything lasted, Paige was a sure thing. Paige was her lifeline. What was she going to do?.

Y/n gulped and said the only thing she knew she could say “It’s okay”.

‘It’s okay?’ Paige was taken back. Had Y/n want to breakup before?, and then Paige shockingly felt hurt in her chest, her stomach slightly dropped. Why was she feeling like this? why isn’t she feeling relief?. This has been on Paiges mind for the past 3 months, wasn’t this the solution?

“Go be a superstar but don’t expect me to wait for you while you figure out what you want to do” Y/n said, her voice sweet. Not even a slight tone of bitterness.

Y/n still wasn’t able to move from her spot on the kitchen counter. Tears were streaming down her face, and before a sob sound could come, she hung up the phone. All Y/n knew was Paige, but know she didn’t even know that.

She had literally left her clueless, without her lifeline. now flatline.

✩

- 5 MONTHS LATER -

Paige stood there, watching from her afar.

“That’s her?” a croatian accent asked. She felt Nika sit beside her. “Yeah” Paige answered still in awe of her.

“She’s really pretty” Nika said. Paige nodded agreeing with her. She was wearing a flowy white short summer dress with cowboy boots.

It was Drews birthday today, and as the team had some off time, Drew invited them to his barbecue party. And the weekend before his birthday, he ran into Y/n. Of course the boy was oblivious to the breakup and while he asked still asked Paige for Y/n, she didn’t have the heart to tell him that they broke up.

So when Drew begged Y/n to come to his birthday party, Y/n didn’t know what else to say but yes. He could literally get whatever he wanted out of everyone.

At first, Y/n debated if she should just call Paiges stepmom and cancel, or she should just go and pray that Paige couldn’t make it.

Well, Paige had come. And so did the rest of the huskies. When Y/n saw them, she sighed. Although she was friends with Azzi, she didn’t know the rest of them, but by the look on their faces when she came in, she knew that Paige had told them her history.

Azzi, being the sweetheart she is, excitedly came running to Y/n and hugging her tight. The whole party they caught up with each other, with Azzi telling her about Uconn and Y/n telling her about studying abroad. For the past 30 minutes they’ve been talking, not once have either of them mentioned Paige.

Y/n turned, meeting Paiges eyes. The two of them made eye contact with each other again. Y/n then heard Azzi laughed, when she snapped her head to look at her friend. She saw a small teasing smile on her face. “Don’t even start” Y/n said, glaring at her. She got up and made her way to the other side of the backyard, where there was no Paige in sight.

“Y/n/n” she heard a child scream. Drew was suddenly hugging her legs. “Hi Drewsky” she laughed, beginning to tickle him. She felt the boy starting to laugh, and start to kick her hands away, while Paige and her were together, Drew became a big part in their relationship. Paiges parents often made Paige babysit Drew, and Y/n just tagged along. Through that time, Drew and Y/n became close, Y/n considered him as a baby brother. She would miss him.

“Paigeyy help me” Drew screamed laughing. Y/n became stiff, the hair behind her neck stood. She could feel her ex behind her as she let the little boy go and stand up.

Paige and Y/n stared at one another. Paige was thankful her teammates weren’t around right now, they would be on her ass all day after this.

“Hi” Y/n whispered, looking away from her and to the ground.

“Hey” Paige said back. “How’ve you been-“

“Paige please no small talk, what do you want?” Y/n cut her off. This was already awkward enough, no need to make it even more.

“Uh” Paige stuttered, a sigh coming after. “I missed you” Paige admitted. Y/n’s blood boiled, now she missed me?

Paige could sense Y/n anger, she placed a hand on Y/n elbow, tugging her from leaving. “Please just wait” Paige pleaded “I’m sorry, i just didn’t know what to do i kept having all of this kind of feelings and i know i was busy but i swear just one more chance-“

“Paige” y/n cut her off

“- and i’ll promise i’ll try harder-“ paige continued

“-stop-“ she tried to stop her

“please just give me one more chance”

“-okay” she agreed. Paiges eyes went wide, she didn’t think she would get her to agree that easy.

“I only needed you to apologize P, i only want you to make some time for me thats all. And if were really trying this again you have to be sure you want this because i don’t know if i can handle loosing you again” She said still looking at the ground.

Paiges heart dropped hearing her voice break. Although she knew how Y/n felt, Paige had been nothing but moody,grumpy and miserable these past few months. Seeing Y/n today, brought her hope that she had a second shot with her.

Y/n slowly picked up her head, and looked up at Paige. Paige was jaw dropping hot, and she knew that, her head couldn’t get any bigger by her ego.

Paige reached a hand towards her waist, pulling Y/n towards her. When she did, she slowly dropped a sweet kiss on her girlfriends lips, when she pulled away, her forehead dropped to Y/n’s.

She felt like she could finally breathe, her chest no longer hurt. She had her lifeline back.

✩

[strniohoeee]

Ache

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: Chris is struggling with some issues,Y/N is there for him to help him with whatever he wants😌This for that anonymous request I got! Smoochie this for you🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 message me if you liked it😗

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUT so please back off if you’re a child. There’s hair pulling, spit, roughness, manhandling kind of, use of “good boy”, and tbh I think that’s all🤭🤭

Song of the imagine: Flatline- Justin Bieber

This is a 18+ imagine, so minors please do not interact AT ALL

Chris POV

I had my hand tightly wrapped around my dick stroking going in between firm and light tugs. I was letting the hot water hit my back as I tried to get myself off. It has been a month since I last came, and everytime I try now I simply can not cum. So everyday I'm miserable walking around with blue balls, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had finally given up when I couldn’t clear my mind to cum, immediately getting frustrated. I just decided to finish my shower, and hope that I could actually cum after my relaxing shower.

I hadn’t been able to cum since coming back from tour. I couldn’t touch myself for a month and a half since I was either on the tour bus, or sharing a room with Nick and Matt. I’m finally back from tour, ready to explode, and here I am struggling to blow my load. Embarrassing….

I finished showering, and decided to lay in bed trying to ignore my painful bulge, but I simply couldn’t. So I decided to try one more time. I removed the covers off myself and decided to pull my pajama bottoms down slightly allowing my hard cock to spring forward. Once again I allowed myself to have no thoughts and began to stroke my dick, but to no surprise my arm was starting to cramp, and I couldn’t cum no matter how hard I was trying.

“What the fuck is wrong with me” I groaned in frustration as I rubbed my eyes

I decided to pull my pants back up, and text Y/N asking if I could go over. She was my best friend and we were so comfortable with each other that I could tell her anything with no judgment.

-Hey. I’m sorry to bother you so late, but can I come over??

-Hiii Chris! Yes ofc I’m actually really bored :(

-cool I’ll be over in 15. I really need to chat with you

-ohhh okay you’re scaring me lol

-oh no sorry it’s personal issues

-gotcha! Okay drive safe see you soon<3

I hearted the message and put my hoodie on, and grabbed my keys. I hopped into the car, and drove over to Y/N’s. No music playing either because I couldn’t hear anything other than my throbbing cock

I parked in a spot, and walked to her apartment building, heading up to her floor. I knocked on the door, and within 30 seconds the door flys open

“Chrissssss I missed you” Y/N said pulling me inside and giving me a big hug

“I missed you too” I said hugging her tighter

“Come sit down” she said letting go and plopping down onto her couch

“How was tour?” She asked as she looked down at her phone

“Uhh it was good. It was very fun meeting everyone” I told her looking at her every move

“I’m glad you had fun, but I’m so glad you’re back home” she said smiling at me

“I’m so glad to be back too” I said staring at her lips

“Chris, you seem off, what's wrong?” She asked examining my face. She hadn’t noticed my bulge as I had a pillow on my lap in a nonchalant manner

“I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but something’s not right” I told her

“What do you mean?” She asked getting concerned

“This is so embarrassing” I said rubbing my face

“Chris, come on. We’re best friends and we tell each other everything. You can be as TMI as you want I don’t care” she said giggling

“Yeah, but this….its a little weird” I said

“Chris, just tell me please” she said, losing patience.

“Okay. I haven’t been able to cum since we got back from tour, and on tour I couldn’t masturbate because we were on a tour bus, or sharing a room, and now that I’m back I can’t fucking cum, and I need to so so bad” I said kinda whining the last part

“I’m sorry Chris, but I’m not sure what to do” she said looking at me concerned

“Could you maybe help me?” I asked her avoiding eye contact

“Chris…. I don’t know this seems like territory I shouldn’t get myself into” She said looking away

“I know, but can you at least talk to me while I masturbate, and if I can’t cum then I’ll leave, and this never happened” I told her

“Chris” she started, but I cut her off

“Please Y/N. PLEASE I’ll get down on my knees and beg” I told her looking at her

“Okay fine” she said

“Thank you so fucking much” i told her

“How do you want me to do this?” she asked me kinda laughing

“Uhhh can you take off your top I wanna look at your tits” I told her licking my lips

“Okay but take your shirt off too” she said getting down on the floor, and removing her shirt and bra

I removed my hoodie and slid my pajama pants down a little bit. Allowing my cock to spring up

“Fuck you look so hot like that” I told her watched her with half lidded eyes

“Chris you can’t say stuff like that to me” she said looking away blushing slightly

“Sorry you just look so fucking hot” I told her stroking my cock

“Do you want me to talk to you?” She asked, and I nodded my head yes

“Chris I don’t know what to say, this is awkward” she said laughing

“Say whatever you want, but before you do come spit on my cock” I told her, and she gasped, but complied. She crawled over and spat all over my cock

“Fuck” I said as I rolled my head back

“You like that?” She asked in a seductive way

My head snaps towards her and my eyes are wide with surprise, and for some reason that made my cock even harder

“You’re such a dirty boy” she said batting her lashes at me

“Oh fuck, please keep talking like that” I said as my hips thrusted upwards

“So pathetic, can’t cum on your own. You have to use me” she said as she rubbed her tits

I just moaned and allowed my jaw to fall slack

“You like being treated like a dirty fucking slut don’t you” she asked me touching my thighs

I fucking shuddered, and allowed my hips to thrust upwards

“Answer me now. You like to be degraded like a dirty boy” she said inching her hands closer to my dick

“Ohhh fuck I do! I DO! I love being treated like a slut” I said looking at her through my lashes

“Are you going to cum” she asked, spitting on the head of my cock as my hand went down. I let out a loud whine and vigorously nodded my head up and down

“Awww look at you. Cumming so fast you can’t even last a long time. How pathetic” she said laughing, and this made me lose it. I fucking came all over my lower stomach with a loud groan and my eyes shut.

She got up quickly and got a paper towel to allow me to clean myself up. I cleaned myself up, but my cock was painfully hard still

“I need more” I told her breathing heavily

“Chris that’s not what you said” she said still shirtless looking back at me

“Fuck I know, but I’m so fucking hard right now I need more” I told her looking at her tits

“Well touch yourself again” she said

“No I need to fuck you” I told her biting my lip

“I don’t know that seems…”

“Please let me fuck you please” I said still looking into her eyes

“That’s not something I could help you with” she said

“Please I’ll be your good boy. I’ll be your best boy you can use me for your own pleasure too” I told her

“Fuck Chris that was so hot” she said biting her lip

“Please Y/N” I said giving her a sad look

“Fuck it. You’re so hot right now I can’t deny that I’m so turned on” she said starting to remove her bottoms

I stood up and grabbed her by the neck and pulled her mouth into mine. I started to kiss her in a sloppy way. Moving from her lips to her neck and down to her boobs taking one into my mouth as I moaned. She shuttered when i did this

“Fuck Chris I need you now” she said tugging my hair at the roots

I grabbed her again and walked her towards her patio windows. Slamming her against it as I kissed her harshly again

“You’re so hot right now I want to fucking cum just by looking at you” I told her. I spit on my fingers and brought them down to her pussy, immediately mixing with her own arousal I started to rub her clit

“Oh my god” she said looking into my eyes with her mouth wide open. I slipped two fingers in as we made out. I fingered her for about 5 minutes before I pulled away

“I need to fuck you now” I told her, but before she could answer I roughly turned her around and pushed her against the glass

“Chris someone might see” she said as her breast and side of her face was up against the window

“Good, they can see you getting fucked” I said as I smacked her ass

I grabbed my dick allowing it to meet her entrance and slowly started to insert myself into her

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” we both said as I slowly pushed into her. She had her right leg propped up on the nightstand she had with a lamp on it.

I grabbed her right arm holding it back, as my other hand grabbed her hair. I started to relentlessly pound into her

All that could be heard was our skin slapping, and our loud pants

“Fuck you take me so well” I moaned into her ear

“Chris you feel so fucking good” she said allowing her head to roll back in ecstasy

I kept pounding into her at a ferocious speed. I was starting to sweat

“Fuck you look so hot all red and sweaty” she said looking at me as her head was turned

“Yeah and you look fucked out” I said kissing her harshly. I was pounding into her as we were sloppily making out

“Wanna ride me baby” I asked breaking away from the kiss

“Fuck yeah” she said. I pulled out of her so I could sit back on her couch. I positioned her over my cock and slowly helped her sink down onto me

“Jesus” she said as she threw her head back.

She started to bounce on my cock as I massaged her tits

“Fuck keep going I’m going to cum so hard” I told her biting my lip and moaning

She went from bouncing to grinding on my cock and clenching down on me

“Chris I’m gonna cum” she said still grinding down on me

When she rolled back I leaned my head down and spit in the space where her clit met my Pelvic bone. This allowed her clit to glide against my pelvic bone with ease

“Shit that was so fucking not Chris I’m going to cum” she said grinding harshly against me

“Keep going baby I wanna see you cum on my cock” I said running a hand through my hair

She kept grinding and soon I felt her twitch, and loudly moaned as her body shook and she fell into me riding her high out.

“Fuck Chris” she said still slowly grinding on me, and kissing on my neck

“I’m gonna cum, can I paint your tits?” I asked her, and she nodded her head yes. I pulled her off of me, and she got down to her knees in front of me. I spit down on my cock and held eye contact with her as I pumped my cock up and down

“Fuck” was all I said as my jaw fell slack, and I came all over her bare chest. Moaning loudly and breathing heavily

Soon I came down from my high

“Fuck that was amazing” I said as I helped her up

“Chris that was the best sex I’ve ever had” she said biting her lip

“Don’t move,” I told her. I grabbed my phone, and snapped a photo of her bare tits covered in my cum

“You look so hot. I will be cumming to this photo for the rest of my life” I told her as I went in for another kiss

“I’m gonna be cumming to the thought of this night every time now” She said back to me

“Just call me up, and I’ll fuck you again and again” I told her

“Mmm i like that” she said getting up. “Come take shower with me” she said sticking her hand out

“Round 2 in the shower?” I asked her half joking

“Mmm that sounds amazing” she said

We both ran to the shower and def had another round in the shower. ;)

The End

Whoever requested this I LOVE YOU, and I hope I didn’t disappoint lmk if you liked 🫶🏽, and if you have any requests don’t be afraid to comments them down below, or ask anonymously, or in my messages🤭

-J💅🏽

[dontexpectmuch]

ur writing is amazing !!! please could you write a jamal x reader where she's his best friend but he's always wanted to ask her out. they have a sleepover and it's all just fluffy and he confesses <3

catching feelings - justin bieber

you’ve been the best of friends ever since elementary school, sticking together through the highs and lows, never doubting your friendship in any way.

jamal can’t recall a moment where you haven’t been there, wether it was him winning a sports competition in school or signing his first professional contract for a football club. you always stood there, right by his side, his mother and siblings next to you, all of you smiling at him proudly.

he got told many times before that love will find him when he’s older, that now was the time to concentrate on his career, he was too young for love, they’d say. he never really paid any mind to finding a partner to form a romantic relationship with, why would he? you were enough, all he’d ever wanted.

maybe, the first time he ever thought like that started it all, maybe that was the beginning for his growing feelings for you, not the platonic ones.

no, they were all but platonic. he’d wake up with you on his mind, grabbing his phone to talk to you again, even the two of you spent the entire night talking, he just couldn’t get enough. whenever he read your text, your voice would appear in his mind, accompanied by your smile and shining eyes. you’d walk by sometimes, to go to the kitchen or whatever and jamal would find himself growing nervous, he didn’t know how to explain that feeling.

you were his best friend yesterday, now you were the person he imagined confessing to when he spoke to himself in the mirror. you were the person he dreamed of taking to his games to, his name adoring your back as you smiled up at him.

you were the only person he ever wanted to have a future with and he was pretty sure you also wanted him to be a part of your future. but, did you feel the way he did?

did you imagined being in a relationship with him? the way he did? did you have scenarios in your head before going to bed with him being there as well? did you wait by your phone for his messages?

jamal gathered up all the courage he had in himself that day. seated next to you on the couch, you guys were having your monthly sleepover, just like when you were younger. he looked at you, your eyes were concentrated on the tv, immersed in whatever was happening.

he breathed in and gently put his hand on top of yours, testing the waters. you turned your head, looking into his eyes, confused at what he just did. but, you didn’t pull away, encouraging jamal to move closer to you, his face hovering above yours.

“i caught feelings for you.” he whispered, scared of rejection, but he needed to voice it out.

“about time.” you reply, closing the gap between you, your lips finally touching his. they were soft, just like you always dreamed of.

————————————

i listened to this song while applying my face mask, thats how the idea came to write it like this :)

i just know you guys also caught feelings for me, don’t be shy🤭

[bl00dst41ned]

•·.·''·.·• snooze •·.·''·.·•

pairing: justin bieber x sza

summary: in which two superstars announce their relationship to the world

author's note: this music video did something to me, i needed to do this. so Hailey is not the picture, no Jelena (the relationship is DONE), SZA is not a pathological liar here, just vibes. (no Hailey slander or Hailey vs Selena debate allowed. Again, just vibes)

word count: 584

[📍64th Annual Grammy Awards]

“And the Grammy goes to…” Avril Lavigne spoke to the microphone before opening the envelope and reading the names

“Kiss Me More, Doja Cat featuring SZA”

The beautiful black woman walked up to the stage walking as slowly as possible since Doja had taken a toilet break at the wrong time. The both of them gave a little speech before going back to sit down.

The ceremony ended and all the celebrities stood up, going to a private space to leave. As she left the room, her eyes came in contact with a certain someone’s eyes. As if they had had a conversation through their irises, he left the room, Solana following him discreetly to a dark hallway.

“What are we doing he-” She was cut off by some hands wrapping around her waist.

“J, someone could see us” Solana informed constantly looking around to see if anyone was there.

“But they’re not here right now”

His tattooed hand grabbed her jaw, bringing their faces closer until their lips collided. Her arms surrounded his neck as their heads tilted, deepening their kiss. Minutes into them making out, she softly pulled him away, laughing at his frustration.

“Wait at least until we’re back to the hotel” Solana completely got away from his grip. “Can’t risk seeing us on tomorrow’s front pages”

“Imagine: SZA and Justin Bieber caught doing it at the Grammys”

Justin and Solana had met at a celebrity birthday party years ago. They grew friends as they healed from past relationships, helping one another. It all changed when Justin invited her for a date at his house since they didn’t want to be seen in public. She gladly accepted, leading to them spending the night talking, a glass of alcohol in their hands. Months after, they officialized their relationship, choosing to keep it private. To the public, Solana was SZA, this voluptuous woman, talented singer and Justin, the world’s favorite it boy.

“Yeah, can’t let this happen”

“I have to congratulate you on your Grammy though” He sent her a smirk as she avoided eye contact.

“Guess you’ll have to wait, babe”

Solana walked off going back to her team and preparing to leave.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

[📍Hotel]

Solana just got back from the after-party. She entered her hotel room and immediately kicked her heels off. She fell flat on her bed before hearing the door open. A smile appeared, already knowing who it was.

Justin lay down on the bed as Solana, got on top of him, straddling him.

He didn’t waste any time to kiss her, ready to spend the night close to her.

[📍Studio]

Solana sat in her studio listening to different instrumentals. None of them inspired her anything, resulting in her scrolling on Instagram, barely concentrating on her music. A notification popped, which drew her attention.

JB

I just had a dream about u

Sol

And what happened?

JB

can’t text you that 😏

Solana liked his text before finally noticing the beat that was playing.

“Hey, put that on repeat, I like that one” She spoke to her engineer as he did so. She took her notepad and a pen to write lyrics.

I can’t lose when I’m with you

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

[Social Media]

justinbieber

1,842,301 likes

justinbieber my girl >>>>

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

BREAKING: Singers SZA & Justin Bieber announce relationship with kiss in new music video

[Snooze music video]

sza

sza how can i snooze <3 mv out now

like, repost and suggest if you want (hope you enjoyed it)

header and pics from pinterest, gif by @low-and-beho1d and jb pic by @maleness-addict

masterlist for more

[eliteprepsat]

“If I was rich girl (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na nah) . . .” —Gwen Stefani, “Rich Girl” (2004)

“If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go . . .” —Justin Bieber, “Boyfriend” (2012)

“I know murder, conviction Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption, Scholars, fathers dead with kids, And I wish I was fed forgiveness . . .” —Kendrick Lamar, “DNA.” (2017)

“If I were a boy I think I could understand . . .” —Beyoncé (2008)

It’s common knowledge that people today just do not read as much literature as they used to. The potential rewards of reading a Victorian novel or a Shakespearean tragedy don’t stand a chance against the instant gratification of Netflix and Hulu, of Snapchat and Instagram, of video games and YouTube.

And yet most of us do read, perhaps more than ever before. And we are all authors. It’s just that most of us don’t read and write “literature.”

We read text messages. We read Tweets, Facebook statuses, and Instagram captions. We write these things, too. And these forms of reading and writing are, perhaps without our full awareness, having a profound effect on the English language—one that we won’t be able to fully gauge for years to come.

But this steady stream of words read and written exists in the shadow of an old, musty measuring stick called Standard Written English. It’s mostly unheard of during regular hours, as we pepper the world freely with slang, abbreviations, and emoji. Because we don’t live our day-to-day lives within the parameters of Standard Written English, it presents problems when we’re judged according to its standards—by standardized tests, high school teachers, university professors, and the otherwise well-read.

Because we don’t live our day-to-day lives within the parameters of Standard Written English, it presents problems when we’re judged according to its standards. 

In addition to all the words flashing before our eyes—on cell phones, laptops, and billboards—we’re immersed in the words of popular music, today more available than ever thanks to streaming services like Spotify and Pandora. Like text messages, pop songs aren’t usually grammatical, at least according to the strict parameters of Standard Written English.

This isn’t to say they’re “wrong”—language changes and evolves with time, and popular music is as good a record as any of how the English language lives and breathes today. It is to say, though, that the words we take in every day do not typically follow the capital-R “Rules” that still largely dictate academic standards.

Take the pop songs I quoted above. All four examples use what is called the “past subjunctive mood.” You can spot it with words and phrases like “if,” “wish,” “suppose,” and “as though,” words and phrases often used to describe situations that are counterfactual, or contrary to fact.

When Gwen Stefani sings “If I was a rich girl,” she’s imagining how life would be if she were rich. (Gwen Stefani is, of course, rich, but she’s singing from the perspective she had before achieving fame.)

When Justin Bieber sings “If I was your boyfriend,” he’s explaining how he would behave if he were, but, of course, he (probably) is not.

When Kendrick Lamar sings “I wish I was fed forgiveness,” he is wishing for a life he didn’t have.

And when Beyoncé sings “If I were a boy,” she’s imagining an alternative reality.

She’s also the only one among the four who uses the past subjunctive according to the rules of Standard Written English.

The past subjunctive is a grammatical mood in English used to describe situations that are contrary to fact; Beyoncé is not a boy and Justin Bieber is not your boyfriend (probably).

The past subjunctive uses the past tense verb “were” no matter what the subject is: “If I were,” “Suppose they were,” “If she were,” “I wish he were,” etc. If you are using a word like “if” or “wish” to describe a situation that is not actual, then Standard Written English dictates that you use the verb “were.”

The past subjunctive is a grammatical mood in English used to describe situations that are contrary to fact; Beyoncé is not a boy and Justin Bieber is not your boyfriend (probably).

If the situation is not contrary to fact, then you would use whichever verb matches the subject. For example, if you said something potentially offensive to a friend, you might say, “I’m sorry if I was rude earlier today.” Here, you would use “was” because it is possible that you were actually rude (i.e. this statement is not necessarily contrary to fact).

(There is also a mood called the “present subjunctive,” but that’s a subject best covered in another blog post.)

If “If I were” sounds strange to you, you’re not alone. But if you want to slay the albatross known as Standard Written English, you’d be wise to master its sometimes arcane rules and to locate them at work in the text messages, statuses, captions, and lyrics that populate your everyday life.

[golbrocklovely]

since i have nothing else to post right now…

here’s the last of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Oct. 1 - love doing things for myself

Oct. 4 - i’m in so much pain. sos

fan: u ok?

poison oak. everywhere …. everywhere.

Oct. 5 - i like the simple things

Oct. 7 - less is more

Oct. 10 - i wanna make you happy

how am i so busy during the day but still manage to find 2 hours to mindlessly scroll through tik tok? i can’t be the only one

Oct. 14 - i care too much

Oct. 15 - somehow it wasn’t enough

Oct. 18 - fan: I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT COLBY SMELLED LIKE..I WANA KNOW WHAT COLOGNE HE WEARS

mayonnaise

(i hate this man so much lmao)

Oct. 19 - Justin Bieber’s new song made me tear up, that dudes been through so much. no one could even imagine what that’s like.. achieving everything and being in the biggest spotlight at such a young age.

Oct. 20 - @/samgolbach: less than 6 months ago i broke my back. and i decided to take that as a challenge to get healthy again. and today i ran the fastest mile i’ve ever run. so yes, i might be an idiot but i’m a determined idiot 🤘🏼🏃🏼

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 that’s an insane accomplishment ! i remember when it was a struggle to stand up out of bed

new day, same cycle

Oct. 21 - my mom is texting me all the young pictures of me and it’s bringing me memories i didn’t know i had

Oct. 25 - panic attacks late at night are the worst

Nov. 1 - @/colbybrockscar: reminder that it’s no nut November!!! @/ColbyBrock doesn’t even have to try. He’s got this shit in the bag. It probs comes out like baby powder if he tries

did my car just roast me ?

Nov. 4 - this is scary

cuties! all 3 of you! (reply to fan in merch with friend and cat)

Nov. 6 - @/GracynCarr: I can’t believe the audacity of a high school tweet to pop up on my timeline lmao.. miss u tho @/ColbyBrock :)

hope you're well xx

Nov. 8 - so much talent thank youu love (reply to fan's art)

fan: Um. So I tweeted this to you before but alot has also changed since then sooo wanted to say thank you 🖤 🖤 @/ColbyBrock

proud of you, and good luck with your dreams darlin 🖤 you can accomplish anything with the right mindset and hard work. i believe in ya

time flies, and i’m so scared of losing my youth. it’s inevitable i know, but damn makes you wanna cherish every moment you got

Nov. 11 - i hate when nothing is wrong but nothing feels right

Nov. 12 - the person who makes you forget about the rest of the world

Nov. 13 - today marks 6 years since we posted our first YT video on the MAIN S&C account .. 🖤 what a wild ride

Nov. 14 - promise you i’m a good waste of time

Nov. 15 - @/katstuartmusic: “sunday is my funday” - colby brock 2020

🥂💁🏻‍♂️💁🏻‍♂️

fan: Colby u get drunk off of one white claw

fight me

other fan: my money is on mags

round house kicks to the face don’t feel too good

(is it bad that i like when colby gets weirdly violent with us sksksks)

Nov. 16 - the Why Dont We dudes are some of the nicest people in LA

*Nov. 17 - @/gabytriana: It’s out! Sam and Colby were so much fun to work with, and despite what Colby said, I did not hate him when we first met! 😆 Both he and Sam are super kind, smart, generous entertainers who know how to tell a good story! I love them both!! Happy Book Birthday, @/samandcolby

hahaha thank youu so much for all the hard work ! so excited it’s finally here

(interestingly enough, colby didn't delete his tweet… gaby did)

Nov. 19 - went to a Pyschic Reader tonight. my mind is blown. im not a skeptic anymore, video coming tomorrow

fan: Get ready for religious people to freak out

the psychic i talked to was religious, i’m not sure how but i think the two concepts can exist at the same time

Nov. 21 - hard to trust

fan: @/ColbyBrock hey, i love u lots

love you 🖤

Nov. 23 - fan: imagine if @/ColbyBrock responded to this

could you imagine

Nov. 24 - fan: lmao okay so my friend put this together when I FINALLY received Colby's reaper merch yesterday and I had to laugh, I am actually stupid. But I thought it was a lil funny so y'all can see it too then xx

hahahha love it. thank you. you’re not a sack of potatoes in my eyes

Nov. 27 - happy b day @/SamGolbach you know this and imma save the sappy shit for your big 25th bday but i wouldn’t be here without you. you’re the most intelligent, deep thinking dude i’ve ever met and i feel pretty damn lucky to be able to call you a business partner AND best friend

Nov. 28 - take it easy

Nov. 30 - should i hop back on tik tok?

Dec. 2 - @/aaron_doh: At least I got a photo shoot out of it 😄

whaaat. dude i wish you a speedy recovery

Dec. 3 - it’s hard to move on

Dec. 5 - a nice escape is all i need

welp. i guess i’m a lightweight

Dec. 9 - miss you

Dec. 14 - all the baggage that comes with me

Dec. 15 - been workin hard for you , announcement tomorrow

fan: omg are you pregaganant

how'd you know

@/samandcolby: announcement tomorrow… 2021 will be the best year of our lives (and probably most difficult)

fan: are we getting married?? is that why?

yes

i hate how having anxiety makes me nauseous. it’s the worst feeling

Dec. 16 - it’s all about living in the moment and making every. second. count.

fan: yeah @/ColbyBrock how much are you charging for tattoos…

free for you

Dec. 18 - big tool pic but i’ve been workin hard

@/mannymua733: we absolutely do not mind

hahahaha

(god damn… this pic is still so good lol)

also cold weather always makes me want a special someone to spend time with. cuddle buddy is neeeeeded

fan: okay but can we just take a second to appreciate how hard colby’s been working in the gym because dayum

thank you sweeeetheart

fan: HELP COLBY IS TRENDING

yoo i love you guys 🥺

Dec. 20 - got tatted last night and i barely remember

how i feel this morning (pic of him floating)

fan: you’ve seen elf on the shelf… but have you seen cole in a hole? (@/ColbyBrock)

i’m mad i laughed at this

Dec. 23 - why’d ya have to change on me

so bittersweet saying goodbye to my childhood home of 18 years… i’ll only be back to kansas to visit and sleep in hotels from now on. strange feeling, but so happy for my mom and dad for taking a chance and moving

it’s like i don’t have a real “home” anymore. since i move so much anyways it’s hard to find a spot to actually call home

fan: i just want to say that colby has helped me through so much this year. i had a tough year as many others did but you’ve seriously have helped me through so much. i love you so so much @/ColbyBrock

awh that’s why i make videos in the first place. for people like you

Dec. 24 - addicted to you

my mom and i are the weirdest duo on the planet when we’re together i swear

fan: Make a video with her for Christmas

my whole family despises being on camera 💔

Dec. 25 - fan: momma brock is the sweetest ever

she’s my favorite woman in the world

Merry Christmas friends ! 🖤

i wish i could have face tats for like one week but it doesn’t really work like that huh

Dec. 26 - everyone’s battling their own demons

Dec. 28 - fan: Colby drinking wine but he's such a lightweight that he's probably drunk, lmao @/ColbyBrock

🤫🤫🤫

fan: the vibes are fucking ethereal i’m guessing @/ColbyBrock

you got it

[augustconversations]

Opia

n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out. 

(Definition found at The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)

<3

Originally written: Idk, but it was a mess

Re-written: March 18th, 2023

The sun finally sets down over the neighborhood. It was that time of year where it’s hot in the day and chilly in the evenings, so it was interesting seeing Jason sitting on her porch with no jacket on. Actually, it was interesting seeing Jason sitting on her porch at all. 

Y/N held her worn down cardigan closer to her body and opened the door. Jason didn’t flinch, but his head did reel in her direction when she sat down next to him. 

When he lingered around like this, it usually got under Y/N’s skin, but tonight she felt…good, for a lack of a better word. It was cold, yes, but it was bearable. And the stars were shimmering. When did they do that? Probably all the time. There hasn’t been anything to worry about lately: bills are paid, family is doing well enough, and her heart is healed. Maybe it was time to start looking up. 

Still, it was a little weird sharing a night with Jason, but there was something nice about hearing the cicadas cheer in spite of. 

“Do you ever…feel…something you can’t quite…” Jason’s voice is raspy. Y/N looks down at the beer he’s holding in his hand. 

Great. He's drinking. 

She preferred him not to drink, but at least it wasn't hard liquor this time. Jason and Vodka equals a one way ticket to never coming to her house again. He knew that, so she only sees him sporting a Corona here and there. Not great, but not bad either. 

He starts over, looking out into the mouth of the night. Nothing much to look at except the tangle of trees in front of him. They look haunted but she has to remember they’re not. It’s too shallow for ghosts or robbers; in fact Ms. Hodgkin's, an old frail woman with slow speech, colorful garden of hydrangeas were prominent behind the forest, if you can call it that.

“Do you ever feel something quite describe?” His gaze shifts over to her. He sits up and places his beer beside his foot and mirrors his elbow to his knees. His hair catches the glow of her porch light and there are two hues of blond. She has the sudden urge to drag her fingers through it, straighten out his waves, but the tension was too much, even if the thought was safe inside of her mind. 

Before she could say anything, Jason starts up again. He wasn’t drunk, but he always got talkative when a dime of alcohol touched his tongue. 

“Like today,” he said, intertwining his fingers. 

Another urge to put her hand in his, to feel their warmth, but it’s too much, too embarrassing, so she zones in on Ms. Hodgkin’s garden and focused on the bunch that was a nice shade of periwinkle. 

“I had this really weird moment when I was driving. I saw this teenage boy. He was waiting at the bus stop, and he looked nervous. Probably a freshman in high school.” A breathy snort rushes out of his nose. Nostalgia lit up his eyes, and remembering, too, Y/N cracked a smile. “And then I started thinking about when I was in high school…” his smile leaves his face and he’s looking at his fingers, eyebrows pinched together. 

“I remember how messed up I was…how dumb I’d been. This urgency falls over me and I had this incredible desire to go back in time and tell my younger self that everything works out. Stop worrying so much, you know? You’re stable” —he looks over at his beer— “enough. You have success, you have a plan, finally you have direction, and everything turns out just fine.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s so strange. It was like the past was a tangible place I could go to that very minute, and younger me was someone that existed outside of myself. Like I could pick up the phone and call him. That stupid feeling was with me that whole thirty minute drive. I couldn’t shake it.” 

“Enouement,” Y/N smiled. 

“What?” Jason looks up from his fingers and stares at her. She switched her gaze on the tiny trio of ants marching in a straight line. 

“Enouement,” she repeated. “It’s when you feel bitter sweetness having seen what the future is like and not being about to go back in time to tell yourself how things work out.” 

“Oh…” Jason picks up his beer and takes a thoughtful swig. “That’s pretty cool there’s a word for it.” He takes another long swig and Y/N resists the temptation to roll her eyes. Then he chuckles, seeming as though he’d long forgotten he was pouring his heart out to her. “The other day, I freaked out that I could hear my heartbeats. Then suddenly I couldn’t hear them at all. Then my breath got caught in my throat. I thought I died for a split second. I had to press my hand to my chest to see if I was still alive. I panicked when I didn’t see the “bright light”.” 

She smiles down at the ants disappearing underneath the wooden staircase. “Rubatosis.” 

He takes a final gulp of his drink and crushes the can in his hand. “Ruba-mi-what?” 

“Rubatosis. It’s the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.” 

Jason slouches back down and sits up on his elbows. His eyebrows are scrunched. “Are you, like, some kind of thesaurus or something?” 

Y/N lets out a snort and studies Jason’s car. It was a nice gray Jeep. Tall and sturdy. A car made exactly for him. “Thesaurus is a book for synonyms. You mean dictionary.” 

“Same thing,” he says. 

“Not really,” she says back. 

“Well, can you share with me any other cool words? I like the way you say them.” 

Y/n could hear the smirk in his voice. Then she looks back at him. He is smirking. She rolls her eyes and returns her gaze back to Jason’s huge car. There was a small gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. The more she stayed quiet, the more the feeling grew. Even the cicadas waited and listened.

“Jason?” Her voice was soft and inviting, like she was holding onto a secret that would bond them in a different way. 

“Yes?” He asks.

They stared at each other. His eyes were the color of rosewood, and they spoke with curiosity. It seemed like he wanted her to say something he’s been waiting to hear. And it felt like that, for a split moment. It felt like she was going to say something she was going to regret a second later. Jason had a way of looking at her that manipulated her thoughts. Maybe she did want to say something, but what? Anything would be fine, but it was quickly becoming all too weird. Him looking at her and patiently waiting for a response made the night thick—even if he only wanted another unique word. 

“Why are you still here?” She asks. 

The glimmer in his eyes became as dull as her porch light. Then the moment is gone as if it never happened. He stands and stretches his tall body decorated in black clothing. Keys jiggled in his pocket. 

“I don’t know,” he says. 

“Wait, you’re going to drive?” she asks, standing with him. “After drinking?” 

He rolls his eyes and Y/N could help but note his long eyelashes. “First you want me to go and now you know whether I should?” 

There’s something in his voice, but if Y/N acknowledged it as annoyance, then she would have to acknowledge why. Acknowledging why would also make her acknowledge there was something brewing between them—at least on her end—and she can’t bear the thought of Jason knowing there is a softness she felt for him.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she says, holding her cardigan taut against her body.

Whatever annoyance he displayed before dropped, and he smiled softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ve only had one beer. I’m not a lightweight. Thanks for worrying about me though.” 

He winks and turns around before he sees the way her foot hid behind the other. 

He starts his car and revs the night awake. Cockiness is on his face and he laughs at her. The jeep makes a U-turn out of the wide, gravel driveway and leaves tire burns in its wake. 

She goes back inside with a sense of vulnerability she couldn’t describe. Whatever she felt, she hated it. It was too much, he was too much, and she vowed to never look Jason McCann directly in his eyes like that ever again. 

[readysetjo]

The invisible strings tying Taylor Swift to Kansas City continue.

The pop star’s longtime trainer and fitness guru who helped her prepare for 152 high-endurance shows in 54 cities worldwide hails from Kansas City.

“I’m ready to be known as ‘Taylor Swift’s trainer,’” Kirk Myers told Vogue recently. “I don’t think there’s a cooler title out there.”

Myers founded the famous Dogpound gym in New York City and Los Angeles, known for an elite clientele like Justin Bieber, Tom Holland, Patrick Schwarzenegger, Hugh Jackman, Karlie Kloss, Kaia Gerber and, of course, Swift.

The UMKC graduate began training Swift when her “1989” album debuted nearly a decade ago, and continued to work with her before and throughout her record-setting Eras Tour.

“Taylor trained during the entire tour,” he told Vogue.

“If you’ve seen the show, you know how intense it is physically. Imagine doing that three, four days in a row and then you finally have a few off days and you’re still showing up to gym.”

“That’s Taylor.”

[text is from the caption under the Instagram post]

[edgecastlema]

ACCEPTED ! seen walking around edgecastle; PETER BENJAMIN PARKER (marvel 616), VIRGIL HAWKINS. please message the main within 48 hrs to receive the discord invite

{ cis man, 23, He/Him, 616 Marvel Comics, dupes allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like Charlie Rowe wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a Messy Room, Texts books, Showing up late , this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ Photgrapher, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like Radioactive ❝ yeah… Imagine Dragons is my favorite ❞.  you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ Peter Benjamin Parker❞ ( Jay, 25, EST, They/Them )

{ cis man, 20, He/Him, DC COMICS, dupes not allowed } it isn’t every day you see someone that looks like Aubrey Joseph wandering around these woods. lucky i picked you up, you give off sort of a Skate Boarding, Meeting new people, Helping others vibe, this town will eat you alive. you some kind of tax collector? ❝ In school, actually. in edgecastle ❞. oh, i stand corrected. hey, crank the radio up. do you like Peaches ❝ yeah… Justin Bieber is my favorite ❞.  you’ve got good taste, pal. say, what’s your name, stranger? ❝ Virgil Hawkins❞ ( Jay, 25, EST, They/Them )

[oconnersdate]

#DYLAN: If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would be writing a text for you and taking part in such an important date as this one, i certainly wouldn't have believed it. I didn't imagine that i would get closer and i didn't expect an openness on your part for that to happen, but i was wrong and today i'm here, thinking about how to express myself. I started to have minimal contact in groups, where i could see the lightness you transmitted, little by little you captivated me with your kindness and jokes, making me feel at ease around you, i can say without the slightest doubt that the basis of our bond it formed naturally and that makes me immensely happy. From the beginning to the present moment, all i have to say to you is thank you, thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life, for the trust and immense understanding you had when we spoke to shape our relationship. I am full of the best feelings for celebrating this date by your side, i only wish the best things the world has to offer and that you continue to be that incredible girl that you showed me to be. Happy birthday, my little lia, i will always be here, i love you.

[lasclism]

Andre nickatina yeah guitar cover

#Andre nickatina yeah guitar cover mod#

#Andre nickatina yeah guitar cover mod#

Articles discussing events in musician's lives are subject to mod discretion.Ĭome share some music in the official /r/music plug. No links to unauthorized music leaks or promotion of piracyĭiscussions and Articles should be directly relevant to music, music technology, or the music business itselfĪrticles / Tweets discussing statements by musicians not relevant to their work are not allowed. For help with identifying a song, use /r/tipofmytongue or /r/namethatsong.Įxceptions are made for exclusive releases or tracks not available on an artist's official channel. No /r/ifyoulikeblank, /r/tipofmytongue, or request-style postsįor recommendations of new artists similar to those you already like, use /r/ifyoulikeblank. You can select your flair beneath your link after posting. On this episode we celebrate the lives of Dave Brockie from Gwar, and Scott 'Rock Action' Asheton, both who passed away since our last episode. And this one comes on the heels of Record Store Day. Submitters: For original music, use the " I Made This" flair. Alahoyus Rocknowledgists and Thorriors Were back after a small break. Well known tracks will be removed at mod discretion. Saturdays are for fresh and original musicĭedicated to underground artists, your original compositions, and new releases by known artists. Bad discussion posts are subject to removal on any day. Ziggens - Surf Guitar Nirvana is rly good, Sublime is rly good, Red Hot Chili Peppers are really good, the Offspring is really good, id focus on those, but all the bands i listed are good. If your post is "low effort" or looks like just another way of posting streaming music, then it will be removed. Aquabats Bad Religion Beach Boys Beastie Boys Billy Idol Black Sabbath. If you have an interesting story behind the music, you can add this in the comments or as self-post text.įriday is for interesting discussions, not streaming music. No artist reposts for 30 days if the previous post broke 100 points Optional additional text may only be included after this part of the title. Follow us on twitter for AMA announcements and a selection of top links.Īll submissions of streaming songs and albums must follow this format or will be removed.Moreover, she often features on his Instagram account and often seen clicking many pictures together.Are you a musician? Read our guide to promoting your music. They are both school mates and fell in love with each other. Likewise, he is in a relationship with Delia Daniels. Regarding his relationship status, Andrew is straight and in a relationship status. However, there is no information about his asset values available in the media. Talking about his net worth, Andrew has a net worth of around $509,000. By the time Aquemini came, I was stretching out as a producer. Likewise, regarding his net worth, he has made a decent amount of earning through his social media career. 'Hush that fuss: Everybody move to the back of the bus.' Andre 3000: I actually submitted that beat to Diddy's old group Total - 'cause I was going with Keisha from Total around that time - but they couldn't use it, so we ended up using it. Net worthĪndrew is a social media personality and has a primary source of income through his Youtube channel. These videos have over 10 million views on it. Likewise, his other popular videos include ‘ED SHEERAN-SHAPE OF YOU COVER (FINGERSTYLE GUITAR)’, ‘CAMILA CABELLO 0 HAVANA COVER (FINGERSTYLE GUITAR)’, and ‘IMAGINE DRAGONS – BELIEVER-COVER (FINGERSTYLE COVER)’. Andrew posted this video on 21 st May 2017 and has 20 million views on it. JUSTIN BIEBER- COVER (FINGERSTYLE GUITAR)’. Likewise, his most popular video on the channel is ‘DESPACITO-LUIS FONSI, DADDY YANKEE FT. Followed by this, Andrew posted a second video ‘HARD DAY’S NIGHT-BEATLES-FINGERSTYLE GUITAR COVER’ on 7 th October 2011 and has 46k views on it.įurthermore, Andrew mainly posts musical videos on his channel having over 480 videos and 269 million views on it. He posted this video on 6 th October 2011 and has 1.1 million views on it. Likewise, his initial videos include ‘PINK PANTHER THEME SONG-(HENRY MANCINI) – FINGERSTYLE GUITAR-60’S JAZZ LAS VEGAS MUSIC’. Likewise, in his initial videos, he mainly showcases his guitar skills on it. Moreover, Andrew joined his self titled Youtube channel ‘Andrew Foy’ on 7 th October 2011 and has 2.53 million subscribers in it.

[dejavudrew-blog]

9. “and you never thought to tell me?” *

A strange feeling of homesickness bubbled inside of you as you glanced around at all of the foreign bodies. Obviously, it had been awhile since you’d been home or seen any of your family. You had been noticing more and more that all of the things you used to complain about before you had left home were making you restless in their absence. This trip was supposed to distract you from everything: your family, college, work. Those had been the rules. He knew you would break them, that’s what you did; you thought until you couldn’t think anymore and then you still did. The only time you were ever not thinking was when he was ravishing you, making you come. So that was his main duty over the duration of your trip; he had done a great job, you had to admit.

It was the last day of your vacation and, like every night, everyone was celebrating; what they were so happy about you would never know. Of course, you were happy, and you tried to convince yourself of that; but the truth is most of the time you weren’t and you couldn’t make yourself be happy. You also tried to convince yourself that you were an amazing actress and that Jason didn’t know you were unhappy. As he watched you from the other side of the room, he couldn’t deny it though, you weren’t having any fun. 

A woman clad in nothing but quaint underwear and fairy lights approached you with a sympathetic smile on her face. In that moment you hoped that she wasn’t going to offer you weak ass girl talk, what you really wanted was a lap dance. What you really wanted was to fuck her. What you really wanted was to be able to go back to your parents and tell them you weren’t confused and give them proof. What you wanted was to not feel so ashamed in the first place, like you had something to prove. 

“You here all alone?” She wondered, looking up towards the bar where her boss must be before nodding (an action she had tried to make subtle) and sitting down next to you. Her scent washed over you as she leaned toward you and started playing with your hair, “I mean, you’re gorgeous, you haven’t gotten picked up yet?”

“I’m here with someone,” you told her. You didn’t know why but you wanted to tell her you were alone. Would the result be different? It wasn’t as if she wanted to date you anyway. You looked up and over the crowd for the last place you saw Jason before you told him you were going to dance in order to escape and find a place to sit. His intrigued eyes watched as the stripper flirted with you even as you gestured over to him, “That’s my boyfriend, Jason.” To her, he held up a hundred dollar bill, completely speaking her language. She began to get up to walk over to him except he gestured for her to sit and began making his way over to you two.

“And what’s your name?” Despite the fact that she was just about to leave when simply shown money, you still believed she was actually interested. She put on a good act; even better if your boyfriend has good money. You told her your name and asked for hers just as Jason was arriving within hearing distance, “I’m Salice.” You knew that wasn’t her real name and couldn’t help but admire the secrecy of it all. Nobody knew her real identity, she would take off the lights and go home and be a different person, anyone she wanted to be. “So, I think we should go somewhere a little more private.” 

In your head, you could hear the record scratch. She ruined it. Your boyfriend never allowed for strippers to take advantage of him and taking people to the “private rooms” was how they did it. Lap dances were three times as much as they were in the front of the club back there. But when you looked up at him, he was nodding, looking at you, “I was thinking the same thing.” Jason offered her a hand which she eagerly took but when she was standing, he turned her toward you, “As long as you’re cool with focusing on her.”

He’d never done this before and you couldn’t imagine why he was doing in now. Many times before, you had had the talk about how little he liked to share and you had never even thought anything like this would be a thought in his mind. Yet here he was, handing her a couple bills as she took your hand, placing it on her exposed collarbone and up over her shoulder. Salice began leading you away from the party and you could see her smile excitedly at one of the bartenders. You looked over your shoulder at Jason who was, thankfully, following behind you both. He smiled at you, grabbing your ass under your satin dress.

She guided you down a long hallway, her fairy lights blinking like an airport runway, leading the way. At the end of the hallway was a door identical to all of the others, this one must be “hers”, you thought as she pulled a key out of her bra and opened the door. The room was just like a bigger version of the booth Jason had been sitting in before. Salice pulled you over to the right side of the room and finally let go of you so you could sit down. You watched as Jason sat across from you, bringing his feet up to the table in the middle of the room. He smiled vaguely at you, not giving away any of his motives. The both of you nodded as Salice told you she was going to go turn on some music and you rushed over to stand in front of your boyfriend. “What the fuck is this, Jason?”

“You give me so little credit for knowing you, Y/N,” he took your hand, intertwining your fingers, “Now I know why you wanted to escape your family so bad. You’re bisexual aren’t you?” 

You shook your head but before he could say anything, his wide eyes full of apologies, you revealed the actual cause of your anguish, “I’m pansexual.” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed but before he could ask the godforsaken question, a Rihanna song started playing from the huge speakers and Salice was coming back over to you asking if you were ready. You nodded but sat next to Jason. He moved away from you slightly which made your head snap over, terrified that he was moving away because of your confession. His eyes stayed on yours, though, and he had the same amount of excitement in them as before, the same amount of love. He held your hand as Salice began. 

She had removed the lights, leaving her only in her skimpy red two-piece lingerie set as she brought her round ass down onto your lap. Your legs were together, guarded, symbolizing how tense you felt inside. A gasp left your lips as your boyfriend reached over and pulled your legs apart by your thigh, the action causing her butt to slip into the crevis between your thighs. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. It only stayed there for a couple moments before Jason reached over yet again, this time pulling your lip free and then pressing his against it. 

You attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but only the one closest to him could make it as the other got caught around Salice’s waist as she continued to knead her ass against you. She took your hand, rubbing it down her incredibly smooth leg just as Jason’s tongue entered your mouth, caressing yours. You were intoxicated by the affection from both of them, overwhelmed almost; you pulled your lips away from Jason’s but he moved them almost instantly to your neck. She ran your hand from her kneecap up over her clothed pubic area and stomach before standing up and turning around. Both you and your boyfriend watched as she climbed onto your lap. 

One of her hands cupped your breast over your thin satin dress you, thankfully, didn’t need to wear a bra with; her other hand ran through Jason’s brown hair. You let her touch him for about three seconds before snatching her hand away from him to which he simply chuckled at the display of jealousy. Suddenly, Jason stood up and whispered something softly into the stripper’s ear. They talked back and forth quietly for a moment while she remained on your lap facing toward you, sure to keep their voices lower than the music; then she stood up and began to leave the room, grabbing a robe on the way out. 

You were left alone on the firm cushioned bench as Jason walked over to the high tech stereo and lowered the music to background noise. When he returned, he sat next to you before pulling you onto his lap in the same position Salice had been to you not minutes before: straddling him. You didn’t move as he brought his hand up to the side of your face, content yet reserved. Finally, he spoke, “So, you’re not straight. And you never thought to tell me?” You knew this question would come but you hadn’t expected it first; you were at a loss for words. “Look, I get that it’s hard, baby, but I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do, it’s just...” he waited patiently for the words to come to you, “It’s just hard to explain and I knew you wouldn’t understand. I also didn’t want you to ask if we could have a threesome or an orgy or something stupid like that because I would have to break up with you on the spot. And I didn’t want you to worry any more than I know you already do about other people taking me from you. Plus, I just didn’t know what to say.”

“Mm, well right now, I’ll tell you what to say,” Jason said, he paused for a moment before pushing you suddenly onto your back against the bench, “Nothing,” he finished as he knelt on the ground and pulled you to the edge. He was taking this better than you had thought he would. “If you make one fucking sound I’ll stop, got it?” He didn’t even see you eagerly nodding before your legs were apart and he was ripping off your soaking panties. His mouth connected with you as soon as it could. 

Your jaw ached with the amount of pressure needed to keep you from moaning continuously as Jason nursed your clit harshly. He wasn’t going easy on you because he was hurt by your action, but he understood or else he wouldn’t be here at all. You knew he wasn’t kidding about stopping, though, if you made a noise; his tongue ran rapidly up and down your soaking center in an attempt to make you slip up. The whole time, you panted, shook, clenched, but you made not one noise even as you came. 

“Good girl,” he waited not a second to flip you over and enter you from behind, holding onto your hips as his thrusts became harsher and harsher against you. Your skin was stinging with the impact. “Now I want you to tell me you’re pansexual how you should have months ago. I want a full speech and explanation and you’re not allowed to come again until I’m satisfied. Got it?” He didn’t allow you to answer before slapping your ass (a sensation that simply mixed with the other stinging pain you were feeling right now) and demanded that you begin. 

“J-Jason,” you choked out, moaning slightly before readjusting yourself and continuing, “I-I know you might not quite... might not quite get it but I’m- pansexual.” He was going much slower now, hitting better angles with more calculated, precise strokes. Somehow it was harder this way. “It means th-that I like people for their- their personality and not their g-gender,” you were cut off by a moan once again, pushing yourself up onto your hands to which he instantly pushed you back down. “My... my parents refuse to understand I just... I just didn’t want you to not get it,” you yelled out slightly, biting your lip, “Can I come yet?”

“Not yet,” Jason grunted, bringing his hand down on your ass roughly. There would surely be a handprint there later but the effect had you clenching around him in arousal, “Tell me everything you did wrong.”

“I-I kept something from you...” you paused, letting amorous noises leave you uncontrollably as you climbed closer and closer to orgasm. He pushed the material of your dress up even higher, the satin feel on your skin making your mouth water. Jason slapped your ass again to prompt you to continue but you were at a loss, not sure what else there could be. “And- and... and I don’t know what else is there is, Jay.”

“Don’t forget,” he forced out through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming incredibly brutal, “That you didn’t trust me.” You were immediately brought out of your cloud of arousal and you got up on your hands again, turning around before he could push you back down again. Sitting on the bench, you ignored the sticky dampness on your backside and looked up at him. He was fuming, hands clenched at his side and you weren’t sure if he was more angry that he hadn’t gotten to come or that he thought you didn’t trust him. 

“Hey,” you said softly, taking one of his clenched hand in both of yours, “I trust you, of course, I trust you. This just isn’t something that a lot of people understand and... I guess I didn’t want to hear one of the typical responses that people give. The jokes are just... awful. And I’ve heard them all, I was just worried that you wouldn’t know what to say.”

He didn’t say anything, pulling his pants back up to recover himself before sitting next to you. “I would need for you to explain it, I guess, but... y’know I love you I wouldn’t have said anything stupid because I love you. Don’t you know that?”

“I do now, and I’m sorry,” you rubbed your hand over his thigh gently, trailing over the tent in his pants as slowly as humanly possible. You squeezed him tightly, “Can I show you how sorry I am?”

“If you didn’t ask, I was gonna show you how sorry you should be,” he told you, grabbing your chin and pressing your lips together again. 

[daddybugattibieber]

chapter 16

I started the music from the beginning and concentrated on the lyrics in front of me. Today was a long day in the studio. I redid some vocals on other songs and was rearranging different verses and beats. I was a perfectionist. I had a long talk a couple of days ago with Justin and we were kind of back to normal; we are in a different place almost every day.

I didn’t want to tell him how I felt cos I was afraid of him not loving me back, my insecurities couldn’t be more right. He said he’d try though.

“And I hate….to say I love you

When it’s so …..hard for me

And I hate…….. to say I want you

When you make it so clear …. you don’t want me”

I didn’t really wanna talk about it because I got choked up every single time I thought about that night. I didn’t want him to settle with me but he was obviously doing that.

“I’d never ask you cause deep down, I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way”

I don’t want him to resent me.

“And I hate……. to say I need you

I’m so reliant

I’m so dependent

I’m such a fool”

I can’t walk away because I love him so much. My happiness is conditioned by him. I would have to leave and shut him completely out of my life in order for me to give up, to walk away. I know my life would suck without my best friend in it.

“When you're…. not there

I find myself singing the blues

Can’t bear

Can’t face the truth”

I know he doesn’t feel the same about me and I try to avoid it.

“You will never know that feeling

You will never see through these eyes”

I’m not stupid, Selena still loves him; he has no obligations to me, what’s stopping him from going back to her.

“I’d never ask you

‘Cause deep down I’m certain I know what you’d say

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way

You’d say I’m sorry believe me, I love you but not in that way”

I knew what this was from the jump and I continued it, I enabled myself and him. I begged him to love me but the truth is I can’t force him to feel that way. It’s not meant to be. I can’t constantly give him 100% when he is only giving me 20%. I know he loves me but he is not in love with me. I should just give up cos I’m done feeling like I can’t fucking breathe, I’m done feeling like I am incapable of loving. I deserve it. I want it.

One of the producers buzzed in the room. “You good Sasha”, he couldn’t really see me crying cos of my sunglasses sat over my face.

“We’re keeping the vocals. Let’s wrap it up”

I wiped my tears from under the sunglasses, and made my way out of the sound booth.

I saved whatever edits I had and gathered everything together. I drank a bottle of water it felt so good to wash down my cotton mouth. The team slowly started to trickle out as I sat replaying all the vocals and organizing them on to my lap top once I finished, I called my driver to come get me from the studio.

I climbed in the car, I settled in the back of the limo to hear faint music as I went through night traffic.

My phone rang out. Speaking of the devil, Justin. I answered.

“Hey”

“Sash, are you okay.” He instantly sensed my morose attitude.

“Yeah I’m fine” I sighed.

“you sure”

“yes, you called”

“C’mon talk to me”

“I’m just tired, it’s been a long day” I lightly said.

“You know you don’t have to hide from me. I get it”

“But you don’t” I quickly said.

“I don’t but try to make me understand, you’re also my best friend you know”

“I know”

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore” he said over the phone.

I felt myself let out a whimper. The tears started to fall again. I put my glasses on top of my head and held my face in my hands as I cried these heavy tears I’ve been holding all day.

“I’m sorry” I apologized for crying over the phone. I didn’t want to make him feel guilty. I hiccupped between air and kept on sniffling. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Justin was comforting me and calmly telling me to breathe.

I caught my breath. “I’m dealing with it on my own”

“But you don’t have to. Come to my place, I haven’t seen you this week"

I should just let him go. Move on already. I’ll hold him back. He will eventually resent me if I ask him to try to love me; I don’t want to make him unhappy. I don’t want to leave him though.

He was my best friend but lately the lines of friendship were blurred. Did we ruin the that special thing that made us, us?

“Stop stressing yourself out for no reason. I told you I’m gonna try, you are not forcing me, I want to be with you. Please come see me”

“Alright, I’ll come” I gave in.

“See you soon baby”

“Bye” I mumbled.

I gave the driver the new directions and within 10 minutes I was at Justin’s crib.

I used my key and let myself in.

“Justin, I’m here” I shouted setting my stuff on the kitchen counter.

I turned around to see Justin smirking at me.

Before I could say anything, Justin captured my lips with his. The roughness of his tongue swept against mine as he moaned into my mouth.

He pulled away from me as he trailed his lips down my neck.

“I missed you” he panted in between kisses. I brought his face back to mine so he could attack my lips some more.

“You could have called someone else” I said jokingly.

He pulled away from me and lifted my shirt off and tossed it on to the floor.

“Please your the most jealous person I know” Justin mimicked me. I shoved him a little. I rolled my eyes.

“Sasha, you have a huge attitude problem” Justin unhooked my bra and flung it somewhere.

“If this is gonna work we need communication” he suggested.

“Is this your way of communicating”? I asked. We were supposed talk about our feelings rather than deflect it with sex which we were so great at.

He cupped my tender breasts, and the puckered his lips around one of my nipples sucking the it into his mouth, nicking me with his teeth. 

His mouth still attached to my breast as he unbuttoned my shorts while he yanked it down.

“Something like that” he mumbled into my chest.

“You’re about to get your ass beat” I looked at him. Justin laughed. “You think I’m joking but I’m not playin with you” I felt his vibrations on my chest, warm and content, it made me fall in love with him more, god I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I get lost in his eyes. I cracked a smile and decided to play along with his goofy ass nature.

“See this communication thing works and just to let you know, I’m the only one doing the ass beating around here, so tell me some things you want out of this” Justin smiled at me.

“I don’t want an open relationship, I’m also not here to control you; you can do whatever you want  but I also have the room to be jealous and tell you that I am. I’m not okay with you entertaining girls in the slightest, I don’t want you to cheat, will I leave probably not, but don’t do me dirty. No offense but I was really the only girl besides redacted so it shouldn’t be hard to refrain from yo lil friends” I bit his chin.

“Damn we really doing it like that” he held my face back with his free hand so he could look me in the eye. He squished my cheeks squishing my lips and pressed a wet kiss onto it. I pulled back. 

“Yeah we are, I’m not playing your little games Justin. I’m not kidding. I get that your transitioning from your ex even though y’all broke up about two years ago. If you entertain that girl’s fucking shit, I swear to fucking god” I raised an eyebrow.

“You really put my shit on blast” he lifted me on the kitchen counter.

“I’m communicating, Justin” I smirked and opened my legs.

“Alright, can I get back to you on my decision” he distractedly said as he swirled a finger in my wetness and thrusted his thick finger inside of me, the familiar pressing on my walls made my legs fall open wider.

I lowered his head in between my thighs.

“Communication” he said before he gave a long lick against my clit.

I ignored his attempts to tease me, then he halted his actions.

“C’mon talk to me Sasha, communication is key” I looked at him trying not to get impatient.

“You talk and I keep… talking” Justin explained.

“What do you want to talk about” I strained. Justin held up his finger to indicate he needed a moment while he continued to suck on my clit. This nigga was so fucking conniving. I moaned.

“Sorry it’s rude to talk while you eat” He explained.

This made me angrier. He only laughed at my facial expression with his shit eating grin.

“Let me get this straight, we are together but with no labels” Justin asked as he went back down and began his ministrations.

“Yeah, that’s what you want right” I looked at him honestly, with all joking aside.

He nodded.

“We can always talk ab-bbout it. That’sss the thing about a relationshipppp, the rules aren’t exactly fff-ffinal, we do what’s besssst for us, this is not set in stone, I don’t want you to feel like you are trapped” I let my head fall back as his suction became harder.

“I don’t feel trapped Sasha, you know how clingy I can be baby” he smiled against my lower lips before padding his rough tongue in a swirling motion, I unintentionally slipped my hands in his hair. He added another finger and began curling his fingers in a come here motion.

“Good, I’m glad….you…feel that way.”

“Did you miss me?” Justin mumbled in between my thighs, he licked and opened mouth kisses while I began to shake.

“No” being petty was something I was good at.

“You look really good” I felt him smirk, as he sucked on my clit.

“I know” I hummed. 

“Remember you’re not the one in control.” He pulled his face from under me.

I slithered my hand so I could get myself to climax, no job is better done than by a woman anyways. Before I reached my apex, Justin swatted my hand away.

“Sasha stop playing around with me” he growled. I laughed until he slid into me and instantly my pussy clenched around his girth.

“Fuck you’re so tight for me baby” he groaned. I met his thrusts half way, I was so starved for him. I loved the way his hands felt on my body, his touch alone sent tremors of pleasure surging throughout me.

His thrusts halted as someone pounded on the door.

“Fuck, just keep on going ignore it” I begged. Justin’s thrusts began pick up from where he began until we heard the familiar voices of our friends.

“Tell them to leave” I moaned in his ear. “make me cum before you open that door”

“I can’t fucking concentrate” He groaned in annoyance.

“Justin get your ADHD ass together and fuck me”

“I think I’m gonna get the door” Justin winked at me.

“Fuck you” I yelled at him as he zipped his pants.

“Wasn’t I just doing that” He laughed.

“Barely” I yelled at him and threw whatever article of clothing was closest to me.

He left the kitchen. Where that idiot put my clothes? I threw on his wrinkled shirt instead, I quickly pulled on my panties.

In midst of a convo, our friends all nonchalantly kissed me hello like they weren’t interrupting my impending orgasm..

“What took you guys so long” Khalil asked while he closed the door.

“We were just talking…” Justin winked.

They went straight to living room with all their stuff.

I went back into the kitchen to gather the rest of my clothes.

“What are they doing here” Justin looked at me confused.

“I dunno, you deal with it, not my problem” I shrugged.

“Bizzle where you at?” Za yelled from across the room.

“In the kitchen” Justin yelled.

Next thing I know the three of them were in the kitchen with us.

“Y'all forget about us like that” Za jokingly acted like he was heartbroken.

“We have our movie night” Khalil quipped.

Justin and I shared a look and really didn’t remember how we ended hosting this movie night.  

“Woooooooow” Hailey said like a nigga who just got caught cheating. I snapped my head so quickly, this girl is too much.

“You be hanging around them too much girl” I shook my head and got a bottle of water.

“That still doesn’t excuse the fact y’all forgot about us” Hailey said in more or less of her regular voice.

“Maybe we should all fuck each other” Khalil snickered.

“What in the hell is wrong with you. You’re so fucking nasty” I side eyed him.

“I was just saying we would have to fuck each other to be around y’all since that is all you do” Khalil chided.

“That’s not all we do” Justin and I said in unison. I bit my lip. There might be some truth to that but I was deprived.

“I choke her sometimes, well most of the time” Justin poked back. I slapped him against his head.

Justin rubbed the back of his head easing the faux pain he didn’t even experience.

“And I’m the nasty one, that’s some white boy shit ” Khalil sized me up and down in my own house.

“I know your ass be choking girls too, don’t front” Justin defended his actions. I swear he never wanted to admit he was white.

“What movie are we watching, honey” I fake smiled at Khalil.

“I wanted to watch White Chicks”

“You do fuck enough of them” I said under my breath.

“Roasted” Za laughed along with Justin and Hailey. We moved into the living room.  Za started on the bags of popcorn.

“Don’t even start with me, Sasha”

“Justin is the exception” I laughed.

Justin pursed his lips at me like he wasn’t believing a word I said.

Justin sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I leaned into Justin as he put his arm around me.

“I’m the exception huh?” Justin questioned as he licked the shell of my ear.

I pulled his face into mine as I kissed his lips to reassurance. I pulled away.

“I need some more” Justin quickly mumbled against my lips. Justin finally pulled back.

“I’m the exception” he repeated.

“I like men of color but you have full lips, you’re not that ignorant, and you also have a fade. Majority of your friends are black… I wouldn’t love you the way I do if you didn’t love black people the way you do”

“I do love black women” Justin smiled.

“Black woman, meaning only this black woman” I corrected him with a peck on on the corner of his mouth.

“Why are you not wearing any pants” Hailey interrupted us.

“We were fucking before you guys came and interrupted us” 

“Nasty” Khalil said in disgust as he turned on the X-box.

“That’s my baby” Justin laughed proudly.

“Is that why you’re so cranky” Hailey hugged me to her as if I needed comfort. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe if you gave us a key, we wouldn’t interrupt you from fucking all the time” Khalil suggested.

“I see your ugly face everyday” Justin disagreed.

“How come Sasha get’s a key then?” 

“Cos I’m fucking her, that’s why, any person who can suck my dick the way she can, can get a key” he laughed as I blushed and shoved his chests.

“Yeah that’s why I have a key” I sarcastically stated, I rolled my eyes.

I got a key for almost every house, apartment, and car this man had. It was cos we have been all we had for a minute. Za and Khalil used to live with him before I came in the picture, but all of them grew up and got their own places.

I remember when he gave me a key to his house, it was a big step, he didn’t even give it the girl he was smashing at the time. I was always with him, sometimes when he was on tour I would sleep in his bed, inhaling his scent because I missed him so much. 

I always had a key to everything. Well not everything, he still hasn’t let me inside his heart.

I was pulled out of my over analytic moment when Za’s idiotic self tried to carry five big bowls on top of one another. “I have popcorn” he sang.

“Did you bring the hot sauce” I asked.

“I gotchu girl” he handed everyone a bowl and then searched inside his pocket for my bottle of tabasco and handed it to me.

Za settled down on the couch in between Hailz and Khalil.

Khalil kissed him on the cheek adoringly, “Love you bro”.

“You’ll love me more when you realize I also copped”

“Forreal, aight that’s why you my nigga. Popcorn and weed” Khalil dapped him up.

“How much you got on you” Justin wondered.

“A half baby” Za winked. As he pulled out a freezer bag from his backpack.

“So you were just conveniently driving with 14 grams in the car” Hailey’s whiteness came out.

“I mean you don’t have to smoke it, if you don’t wanna” Za teased.

“I’m just saying, you should be careful, stop being so reckless” Hailey emptied out a plastic bag of black and milds.

“Says the one who prolly has coke in her purse” Khalil snorted.

I pursed my lips like the black guy in the gif. TEA! 

Everyone laughed at her reddened face. 

“I’m model, it’s for the culture” Hailey shrugged.

I eyed all the black people in the room like when some white people shit go down. 

“Don’t say that, don’t say that for the clout, what culture you got” Khalil said.

“Ooooooo” Za chimed in. He finished rolling his blunt as he licked the sides to mold it together. 

“Y'all remember when Justin got kicked out of the club for rolling the worst blunt" I couldn’t help but laugh as Za retold the story. 

“You weren’t even there, why are you laughing so hard” Justin side eyed me even though I taught him how to do that.

I laughed harder at his expense because he became more heated.

“You remember when he changed his race to african american” I said in hysterics. 

“You can say black, babe, it’s not like it’ll offend us, not every black person is african american” I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Everyone was laughing so hard, I could’t sit up straight. 

I saw Justin crack a smile at me.

“I thought I was woke” Justin said in defense as he held up two flat blunt he rolled himself.

“Barely” I laughed in his face.

“I said black lives matter though” He pouted.

“I know baby, you are trying and that’s what counts. You are definitely not as racist” I pecked his lips.

Justin shook his head in defeat.

Justin placed the blunt in my mouth and one in his. He moved his thumb against the lighter and lit the end of my blunt first as I sucked in to start the burning of the tree. After I puffed my fist air of smoke, Justin lit his. 

Soon the living room was under a fog and our laughter only increased. While the movie played, Za and I made jokes through out scenes.

Justin ended up throwing popcorn at me, I threw some back. I was trying so hard not to laugh.

“Stop playing” I said so he could only hear me. 

Justin threw a hand full of popcorn in my direction some of it hitting Hailey in the face.

“What the fuck?” Hailey whispered.

Justin hid his face in my stomach, as Hailey looked at us with shake of a head.

She went back to watching the movie. Justin took another hand full, this time the popcorn reached Za and Khalil as well.

“Yo who is throwing popcorn” Khalil looked over at the two of us why we giggled uncontrollably. 

I felt popcorn rain on top of me and Justin, I looked up to Za behind the couch smirking like he was up to no good.

“That’s it” Justin bounced from the couch and began to chase Za.

I got up and shook off the popcorn on me. I heard the sound of running feet re-enter the living this time both these two idiots had nerf guns, Justin pointed his gun at me. Khalil was no where to be seen. They staged a coup on me and Hailey. They always pulled shit like this.

Hailey and I shared a knowing look. This was revenge from when me and Hailz won the last game, they surprised attacked us.

I licked my teeth.

“Chill, babe, this is so unfair please don’t shoot, I’m unarmed, you remember black lives matter Justin, you are so woke baby, I love you” I begged Justin not to the pull the trigger, before Justin could answer I ran to get a hold of some nerf guns, Justin’s gun went off,  the nerf bullet flew right by my ear, I turned the corner and got situated with a nerf gun and pack of bullets, I heard someone come in, I jumped aiming at the person but it was only Hailey.

“It’s just you” I sighed in relief. She had a gun in her hand.

This was our hiding space last time the guys still haven’t found where we hid our guns and amo.

“What’s the plan” she asked.

I tossed her a pink walkie talkie.

“This is our mode of communication, we are going on a stake, make sure you are far away from them and have it turned off so they don’t hear you if I come through”

“I’m going to check upstairs to see if it’s clear, you hide downstairs and tell me where I can spot them and snipe from the balcony” I commanded.

We took this game really seriously.

We left the room, I stealthily made my way upstairs, I cleared out the rooms and made my way to the balcony, I clicked the radio “upstairs is clear, heading to balcony, copy”

“I have located the boys, they are on the patio” 

“Shit I have to get closer, I’m coming down stairs. Keep me informed.”

I raced down the stairs, and went out the back door to be on the opposite side of Hailey. Hailey and I both spotted each other as the boys were making their plans. 

We were both far away from them where they wouldn’t hear us or see us.

“We will wait until one of them is left” I said into the walkie. “wait for my nod”

Justin and Za left to go back in the house, as we waiting or them to go deep enough in the house where they couldn’t save Khalil.

Khalil was sitting there like a duck, blunt in mouth, his back turned to us. I nodded at Hailey and we closed in to the target. Once we’re both behind him, Hailey and I pulled the trigger and shot Khalil at the same time. 

“Noooooo” Khalil dramatically sank to floor as his knees hit first. I saw Justin watch the scene from the balcony, shot’s were fired, Hailey and I ran away from the scene. 2 more to go.

“Let’s split up, I get Za you get Justin” She said, I nodded. 

“Let me know when you are done with your attack” I said. Hailey continued to run where I hid behind the bush still watching Khalil pout as Justin come running down asking where we went.

Justin ran right by me into Hailey’s direction. Once he was far away Hailey said she located Za in the garage, I knew to go back to my spot on the balcony, I ran behind Khalil as his eyes were closed, I snuck my way inside the house and ran up the stairs. 

I went towards the guest room with the balcony. 

Hailey radioed me that she got Za. I saw her drag Za and sit him by Khalil on the patio. She snuck around back behind, so Khalil or Za couldn’t find her but just in case Justin would show up she could aim for a nice shot.

I turned off my radio, I heard a click.

I immediately turned around with my gun pointed.

“I really don’t want to do this, but you play dirty baby” Justin said with smirk as he inched closer with his gun pointed and loaded.

“What can I say I’ve learned from the best” I circled around him looking for a point of exit

“Don’t try to get yourself out of this one, I locked the door”

“I could just pull the trigger right now” I said with an eyebrow raised.

“Drop all of your guns, you know the rules, your back was turned to me”

“You shot at me with no gun today, that was also against the rules”

“Not if I missed on purpose” He licked his lips. “Drop them”

There was some sexual tension, but I had a game to win. We were both so competitive.

“How about we make a deal, we both shoot at each other, you still loose, I still have Hailey, waiting, we would still win”

“We both know Hailey is no match for me, I know exactly where she is.”

“We can walk away, we can tie” I compromised.

“Not if I shoot first” He said. “Drop them first and we will make that deal”

“I don’t trust you, you won’t shoot first anyways”

“Why you think that?”

“Cos you only have one bullet” I laughed.

“Smart girl” He raised his eyebrows.”Alright, we’ll make the deal, we both drop the guns, but you have to give head if you want a tie” 

“Sounds like I’m still loosing no matter what”

“Well guess we have to see, won’t we” 

“Fine” I rolled my eyes. 

We both slowly put our gun’s on the waist tall dresser

Justin took my face in his hands and stuck his tongue in mouth, he sucked on my lip.

“You’re so hot when you listen to me” He whispered into my neck. I moaned into him. I pushed him away a little.

I clicked the the walkie talkie, Justin continued to suck on my neck “I have located Justin, I have one bullet left so I’m have to wait until he is not as alert”

“Okay no problem, let me know if you need back up”

“Okay girl”

I placed the walkie back on the table and smiled at Justin.

“See, I can be cooperative” I said with dripping sarcasm.

“I know baby, let’s see how cooperative you can be” He smirked and sat at the edge of the bed.

I kissed him again ass he palmed breast through the big t-shirt that was his.

“First let’s rehash what we were doing in the kitchen” Justin grabbed my ass as he ripped my panties in half.

“You’ll have to remind me” I smiled.

Justin’s hands slithered down reaching my clit, as he spread my wetness around my clit, two fingers entered inside of me. I felt my eyes dilate with the lust as he pumped inside me, consistently hitting my wall, adding an amazing amount of pressure.

He pulled his fingers out of me, I moaned from the loss, his fingers were drenched in my arousal. He placed his fingers inside of his mouth and moaned as he sucked it in. I bit my lip. He was such a freak.

“So delicious” He whispered on my lips, as our tongues connected I could taste myself on his lips, it was so erotic, I basically swallowed his tongue whole. He released his cock from his shorts and quickly thrusted inside of me, I felt whole once again. The ache I was feeling was getting fed. He slowly rocked into me as his hands were gripping against my hips slowly sliding me up and down his rigid cock, I felt like I would be the first one to cum. I have felt myself quickly building up like a wave, his deep shallow thrusts were making me moan into him, my nipples hardened at the rubbing against his chest. I was so turned on, fucking while our friends were waiting for us, just loving Justin’s rigid cock pumping repeatedly into me, he hit the same spot over and over and over, it was just right, his next thrust sent me in shock, as his cock hit a nerve that made me shake uncontrollably, I felt my impending orgasm rush through my whole body and I rolled my eyes back, his shallow thrusts slowed  down as he lifted me off of his dick.

“I want to cum in your mouth” he said as he pushed me on my knees and took his cock between my lips and sucked the head as pre cum rushed out. His eyes squeezed shut preventing himself to not shoot his load. I reached from under the bed and grabbed the gun I purposefully left under the bed the first time I came up to the balcony room. I smirked at my great plan.

I moaned as his dick was deep down my throat and Justin’s body jolted, he was about to cum soon, his cock twitched in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down, Justin groaned as he shot his load down the back of my throat, I sucked every drop, his dick was a burning pink and his eyes were closed.

“Open you’re eyes baby” I said in the sweetest voice.

As soon as Justin opened his eyes he gave me a humorless laugh as I pulled the trigger releasing the bullet right into his stomach make a loud pop sound.

“I always win, baby” I stuck my tongue at him. I tugged on a new pair of panties and pulled down the long shirt.

“Hailz we won” I said into the walkie as I looked at Justin’s exhausted body trying to catch his breath.

I saw her run out of hiding and shoot the boys with the left over amo.

I walked out of the guest room, leaving Justin behind to replay how I tricked him. 

This game never got old.

[alcantara420]

Y/n missing Justin whilst he’s on tour