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[spidaerman]

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

[madeline-kahn]

# big dick energy

[haileyrhode]

What's the best way to keep a guy interested?

When you find out lemme know

[gothicblueeyes]

Endless Writing Possiblities For “Said”...

acknowledged            added            admitted            admonished            affected            agreed            allowed            amplified            announced            answered            apologized            articulated            asked            assured            avowed            backpedaled            barked            began            begged            bellowed            blathered            bleated            boasted            breathed            burped            burst out            cackled            cajoled            calculated            called            chanted            chastised            chattered            cheered            chimed in            chirped            choked out            chuckled            clarified            coaxed            commanded            commented            complained            complimented            concluded            concurred            confided            confirmed            conjugated            contemplated            contended            continued            conversed            conveyed            cooed            corrected            coughed            counted            cracked (joked)            cried            croaked            crowed            cursed            declaimed            declared            demanded            denied            dictated            digressed            disagreed            disclosed            discoursed            drummed in            echoed            elucidated            embellished            emoted            emphasized            ended            enlightened            enthused            enunciated            exaggerated            exclaimed            explained            explicated            expounded            expressed            extemporized            exulted            fabricated            fibbed            finished            fired back            flattered            flirted            flung            foreshadowed            forewarned            formulated            fumed            gasped            giggled            gloated            goaded            grated            ground out            growled            grumbled            grunted            guessed            gushed            harangued            hinted            hissed            hollered            howled            huffed            hurled back            implied            importuned            informed            injected            inquired            insinuated            instigated            instructed            insulted            interjected            interpreted            interrogated            interrupted            intoned            joked            joshed            jumped in            justified            kidded            laughed            lectured            lied            mentioned            mimicked            mocked            mumbled            murmured            muttered            nagged            narrated            noted            noticed            objected            offered            opined            ordered            outlined            paraphrased            placated            pointed out            pondered aloud            pouted            praised            predicted            preened            presented            prevaricated            proclaimed            professed            projected            promised            pronounced            proposed            provided            punned            purred            pursued            put forth            queried            questioned            quipped            quoted            raged            rambled            rapped            rationalized            ratted            raved            read            recalled            recounted            reiterated            related            remarked            repeated            replied            reported            responded            restated            retold            retorted            reviewed            rhymed            ribbed            riddled            riposted            roared            rolled onward            rumbled            sang            scolded            screamed            screeched            shared            shouted            sighed            signed (as in sign language)            simpered            simplified            snapped            sneered            sniffled            sniped            snipped            snitched            snorted            sobbed            soothed            spat            spewed            spoke            sputtered            squawked            squeaked            stammered            started            stated            stressed            stuttered            submitted            suggested            supplied            swore            taunted            teased            temporized            thought            threatened            thundered            toasted            told            translated            trumpeted            twittered            uttered            vented            verbalized            verified            vocalized            volunteered            voted            vowed            wailed            warbled            warned            wept            wheedled            wheezed            whimpered            whined            whispered            wondered            yapped            yawned            yelled            yelped            yodeled            zigzagged(verbally)            zinged

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz. 

[writing-prompt-s]

#very helpful

[skeletonedit]

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[biebsimagine]

Stockholm Syndrome

The last thing I remembered was a shadow hanging over me in my bedroom, and material being pressed against my lips before my vision betrayed me.

I don’t know where I am, but I know I’ve been here for days, and the only reason I know that is because of the tiny crack of light I can see through the gap in the blacked out window. It might just be the only thing keeping me sane.

Every now and then she comes through the door on the far side of the room; it’s rare, but she doesn’t speak sometimes, just sits there, smiling.

I talk to her, question her, shout at her and cry. She cradles me and apologises for what she’s done, but proceeds to tell me she doesn’t regret it anywhere in her heart.

“You can’t keep me here,” I protest, pacing the room with the handcuffs digging into my wrists. “People are gonna realise sooner or later.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she laughs. “You’re here! You have been for a week now, silly.”

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, struggling for the hundredth time against the handcuffs. “This isn’t worth it, whatever you wanna get out of this, it won’t be worth the end result.”

“I’m doing this for you baby-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you are my baby, and besides, you can’t do much to stop me.” She grins up at me, a spark of evil swirling in her eyes. 

It feels unusual to sit here tied and incapable of getting away from her; if I saw this woman walking down the street, I’d think she was just a normal woman. She’s beautiful with bright eyes and full cheeks, and she’s always dressed in something fancy.

“I want to look good for you,” she said when I asked her. I didn’t like the idea of her dressing up for me, not when it’s her opinion alone that should matter.

“Why me?” I ask now as she leans against the door,

“Because.” She moves closer to me and my body slams into the wall in attempt to move away. “I love you,” she whispers with such sincerity in her voice that I almost believe her. “I can care for you, be here for you, and make sure no one else comes between us.”

“And you couldn’t say all of this after politely introducing yourself to me? Maybe a year down the line? I don’t appreciate handcuffs,” I hiss and her bright gaze doesn’t vanish like I thought it would.

“That’s a shame, really, it is.” She shakes her head. “I thought they’d come in handy further down the road when you’ve warmed up to the idea of us.” A cheeky smile meets her lips and I can only wonder what kind of crude thoughts are running through her mind.

I stifle a reply, knowing too well that it isn’t worth it. She plays with the end of her dress as she watches me closely and I feel myself shift under her eyes.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, please don’t be-”

“I’m not scared of you, I’m scared for you. Baby, your world is gonna be a shit storm when I get outta here,” I grin and I watch as her smile inches into a pout.

“Who said you’re getting out?” she asks, tilting her head. “You’re never gonna get away, you can’t leave me.”

My heart beats fast. I reassure myself that I’m not going to die here, not in her hold. Although, it’s hard to concentrate when her eyes are burning into the side of my face.

“What’s your name?” I ask, watching her closely. She doesn’t reply but walks towards the door, leaving me colder than I already am.

*****

“I can get you a chair if you want,” she says, leaning her back against the door. “Your legs’ll just give way if you keeping standing like that.”

“Fuck off,” I snap, feeling the fatigue taking over my body.

“That’s not very nice,” she teases, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. I notice earrings dangling free from them. “I may have kidnapped you but I do care about you.”

“Sure,” I laugh, leaning my head against the stone wall.

“I’ll go get you that chair,” she says far too sweetly and rushes out of the door before locking it. I swallow a ‘thank you’ and let the silence take over the room.

I’ve been here so long I don’t attempt to look for a means of escape; I merely sit and wait for the next time I hear the key hitting against the metal before her familiar figure appears in the doorway.

My kneecaps ache and I can be almost certain that next time I bend my legs multiple cracks will vibrate through them. My entire body feels hard done to, if I sit down there’s a high chance I won’t get back up.

The key is inserted and I hear the familiar clicks telling me the door is unlocked and the dread has permission to enter my body. I’m starting to feel like a wild animal, cruelly caged and left merely for entertainment. If I ever get out alive, I’ll never step foot in a zoo again.

She comes in dragging a chair across the floor, the wood screams against the floor and I flinch.

“Here you go,” she mutters, dropping it against the wall in the far corner of the room. “I think you’ll feel safer in the corner.”

“Why would you care if I feel safe? Nothing can make me feel safe here,” I say, frowning at her with daggers.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I care!” she shrieks and motions towards the chair. “Now c'mon, sit.”

“No.”

“Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a chair.” She rolls her eyes and laughs. “Take a seat.”

“No. Fuck you,” I spit, and press my back further into the wall. I feel my eyes stinging with tears.

“Don’t cry,” she whispers, eyebrows furrowed. “Please don’t, it’s okay.”

“Let me go.” I swallow a sob threatening to escape my lips. “I want to go home. If you care so much, you’d want what’s best for me.”

“Just sit down,” she says, bringing the chair closer to me and I inch away. “I’ll leave for now, just rest.”

She gives me another look before leaving the room without another glance. I don’t see her for the rest of the night, or maybe it’s the day. I don’t bother to check through the gap. I collapse onto the hard chair and sigh heavily.

*****

The handcuffs locked around my wrists have created permanent outlines on my skin, marking my tattoos. I attempt to move the steel up and down to let the skin breath but it’s useless.

I ponder on how long it’s been since I’ve done things I used to take for granted. I can’t remember the last time I’ve sat and listened to the sounds of nature, or had my favourite meal, or told the people I love how much they mean to me. I’m suddenly regretting everything I haven’t done.

There’s a knock on the door - a new touch, actually - before the door is unlocked. The woman walks in and smiles at me.

“Morning,” she says.

“Oh, is that what it is?”

“Mhm.” She nods as though she doesn’t understand my sarcasm, that or she’s choosing to ignore it. “How are you?”

“I’m alright, thanks. Just a little tied up but it’s all great.”

“You’re very sarcastic,” she points out. I hold back yet another comment.

“I’m hungry.”

“Oh, of course, silly me. I’ll be back with something!” She hurriedly makes her way out of the door and I realise how stupid that move would be if stating I’m hungry was my way of attempting an escape, but I have nothing, not even energy.

My stomach growls at me, but I don’t get excited at the idea of food being on its way due to the fact that the only food I’ve been getting so far is buttered bread and water, forced down my throat each morning, and night if I’m lucky.

Waiting, I’m neither patient nor impatient; I simply don’t care. I tap my heel against the leg of the chair and enjoy the thumping sound.

She takes longer than usual, and when she comes back I realise why. My stomach lets out a moan rather than a growl when I see the stack of pancakes piled high. I’m sure the reason she smirks is because she sees the immense hunger that’s probably smeared across my face like permanent ink.

“I thought I’d do you something special today.” She uses the heel of her foot to close the door before moving over to me. I don’t bother looking at her as I see all the food on the tray. To my disappointment, she puts it on the floor so she can grab the chair that sits in the other corner, pulling it up in front of me. I only pay slight attention to this because my mind is settled elsewhere.

I watch as she cuts the food up and I close my mouth tight to stop myself for drooling. My leg is bouncing up and down with excitement. I feel the hunger pains deep in my stomach.

“Open up,” she whispers, bringing a fork to my mouth. I don’t hesitate to meet her halfway, and definitely don’t hold back my moans as I chew.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “They’re good.”

She giggles. “I’m glad you like them. I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my cooking skills.”

“Don’t be. They remind me of back home, I used to live on pancakes when I was younger. Gimme more,” I mutter, opening my mouth as she feeds me.

I see her watching me intently as I eat, and there’s something deep in her eyes that I keep an eye on. Every so often, there’s pauses where I swallow and wait for more. Eventually, she knows to have the next forkful ready.

But it comes to an end, and before I know it, she’s putting the plate back on the floor but staying in her chair.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asks, eyes searching my face. I nod, licking my lips. “I’m glad.”

There’s a silence while she looks at me as though she’s searching for something. I chance a quick glance at her before staring at the ground or my lap.

“You’re very beautiful,” she murmurs, playing with her fingers.

“It’s a shame my beauty is being wasted in here then, isn’t it?”

“It’s not wasted, I appreciate it every day.” She smiles.

“Oh, that’s okay then.” I roll my eyes. “Can you at least take these handcuffs off?”

“Nope,” she says, popping her 'p’. “I think they suit you.”

“You’re insane.” I scoff.

She flinches, looking as though I slapped her across the face or at least raised a hand to do so. “This is for your own good,” she mumbles; I only just catch what she says.

“Y'know, you keep saying that but so far, I’m not seeing how it is.”

“The world is a horrible place. It’s so, so cruel and harmful.”

“I know that.”

“Then you should realise that I’m protecting you. You should appreciate that.”

“You’re not protecting me, you’re imprisoning me. Don’t you see that?” I ask, watching her closely. Her eyes are bright, even in the darkness of the room.

She exhales softly. “I understand why, why it would be seen like that. But I’m keeping you here because I love you! I don’t want anyone else to have you, you shouldn’t live in fear out in the world where there’s such cruelty,” she exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. I watch her and lean my head back against the wall.

*****

Her name is [Y/N]. I think she eventually grew the confidence to tell me. It suits her.

*****

My emotions are bottled up inside of me, choking me. I can’t breathe. [Y/N] talks to me and all I want to do is scream at her until my voice can’t take it anymore.

“Can I get you anything?” she asks, sitting crosslegged on the chair opposite me at the other side of the room. I appreciate the fact she doesn’t come closer.

“Leave me alone.”

“Justin…”

“Go away, I can’t stand the sight of you. I hate you,” I spit.

I feel dirty and broken. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt hot water running through my hair and down my back, or soap cleansing my skin. I’ve noticed my skin has a grey tint now.

“Don’t say that-”

“Oh yeah? Why shouldn’t I? Please, enlighten me!” I shout, glaring at her. She looks as though she’s seconds from crying.

“You don’t hate me.”

“Oh but I do, I really do,” I respond instantly, hesitating when I see a tear rolling down her cheek. “I hate how you pretend to care and how you’re constantly watching me, and how you feed me just to keep me alive. If this is the rest of my life, fucking kill me now.”

“You’re just angry. I’ll leave you alone for a little bit, maybe we need space.” She was far too calm.

Throughout the next week, the only time I saw her was when she pushed a tray of food through the door before locking it. If I wanted to eat I had to get on my handcuffed hands, and knees, and eat like a dog. She didn’t sit and talk, and I felt more alone than ever.

*****

“Morning,” she whispers, closing the door behind her for the first time in a while, she’s holding a tray in her hands. “How are you?”

The room is cold but the gaze she gives me is far from it. I keep my mouth closed. She sighs. 

“I’m sorry that you’re having such a hard time accepting this, but I won’t apologise for it. I don’t regret it. I’m still so glad I went along with this. I’ve never been so happy.” 

I want to shout at her, hurt her in any way possible, make her feel how I’m feeling. However, I keep quiet, biting the inside of my cheek. 

Another sigh falls into the air and she places the tray in my lap before turning to leave. Not another word is said.

*****

The food quality has slowly improved since the beginning, even if it is cold by the time it arrives sometimes. My stomach doesn’t hurt as much as it used to.

I miss variety and choice, but I decide that while I’m here, I can’t afford to be picky.

*****

[Y/N] sits with me while I eat now - I’m struggling but just managing to eat with handcuffs, even if both my hands have to raise so I can use a fork - just watching me, sometimes making conversation. I don’t mind when she does because my mind is mainly focused on the food.

“Favourite animal?” she asks, picking a piece of bread of my plate.

I shrug. “I don’t know, it’s not something I sit and think about, despite how much time I have to waste.” Fries are shoved into my mouth as I forget to give myself time to breathe. “You?”

“I wanna say an animal really majestic and powerful but honestly, it’s probably frogs.”

I raise an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

“What?! They’re cute,” she protests.

I ignore her as I take a bite of the burger, trying to savour it.

“Favourite colour?”

“What are these questions? What, are we five years old now?”

“I’m just curious,” she argues.

I pause to think about it. “I like the colour of your eyes.”

At this, her cheeks flourish. “Really?”

I nod, swallowing the last bite, already wanting more.

“I like yours too, I always loved caramel.”

There’s a brief moment where our eyes meet at the exact same time; she looks eager. Her face is young and bright, and for the first time I notice the natural and subtle marks on her skin.

“I’ve got to go,” she says, taking the plate that sits on my lap.

“Don’t go.” I speak before I can think about what I’m saying and I can tell it surprises [Y/N] as much as it does me.

“It’s almost midnight-”

“So? I don’t have anywhere to be,” I somehow manage to joke. She smiles, making her eyes shine.

*****

“I thought I had goals, I thought I had potential and drive to really do something. I don’t know what happened,” she confesses, sitting across from me on the floor. “I think when you’re younger, you kinda think anything is possible.”

“I know I definitely had bigger dreams as a kid, so I get that,” I say, locking my fingers together.

“But you still seem like you have something left in you, like there’s still something you’re aiming for. How do you still have that?”

I find it ironic that she’s asking me this, being the person who’s taken it all away from me. I don’t say anything about it however.

“I just remind myself that life is worth living. There’s always going to be something you can do that can give you faith and a meaning, a purpose.” I shrug. “It sounds a little corny but it’s how I see it.”

“No, I like that. I feel like you get me.”

She reaches across and takes my hand; it was a dangerous move. I think about throwing it back but something deep inside me doesn’t allow it. I grip it instead. I run my thumb across the top and discover the pure softness of her skin.

She smiles but tries to pry her hand away. “I really have to go Justin, but I’ll be back tomorrow. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do.”

The floor is cold when she leaves, but I press my back against it while trying to sleep. If my spine could scream, I knew it would.

The next evening, [Y/N] comes through the door holding a bag in her hand. I itch to know the contents.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t come see you this morning. I know you’re probably hungry, I’ll go and get you something soon.”

I don’t say anything but my stomach gives a low rumble a few seconds later.

“I, uh, I got you something today. I thought you could do with to have a new one.” The bag rustled as she pulled out what I eventually realised was a black sweater. “I know you probably get quite cold in here.”

I get lonely, too.

“I can put it on you, if-if you want.”

“Please,” I mutter. I can feel the goosebumps on my skin.

“You have to promise not to try anything though,” she says as she locks the door. “Obviously, I’m gonna have to take the handcuffs off.”

“Just do it.”

“Promise?”

“Mhm.”

[Y/N] looks hesitant as she grabs a key from her back pocket before taking a hold of my arm. A shiver trickles through my body at the contact and I suddenly can’t wait for her to be putting them back on. Once they’re off, I moan softly.

She’s grabbing the end of my shirt and it startles me, I flinch away.

“No, no, I’m gonna get it washed for you. You can wear this for now and then you can put the shirt on underneath when it’s clean.”

The shirt comes over my head and I notice she pauses, taking in all of my tattoos, or my chest, or maybe both. I watch her lick her lips and my body stiffens. It’s been a while.

Despite how much I wished she’d touch me, she just grabs the sweater and pulls it over my head, letting me put my arms through. I already feel warmer as it hugs my skin.

[Y/N] rolls up the sleeves slightly and wraps the metal around my wrists once again. I like her fingers brushing on my skin but despise the tightness of the handcuffs.

“It suits you.”

“Like the handcuffs do?”

A shy smile sits on her lips and she nods.

“How have you been today?” she asks while folding up the plastic bag, maybe to distract herself.

“Lonely.”

A flash of emotion crosses her face and maybe she thinks I don’t notice it, but I do. I have an inkling it could be guilt because she reaches out and runs a hand through my hair and I fall into it, letting my eyes fall shut.

“Do you want a hug?” she whispers hesitantly.

“N-no.”

But she hugs me and I don’t make any attempt to push her away. Her body passes warmth through to my own and for the first time in so long, I don’t feel so alone.

*****

(Months Later)

[Y/N] trails a hand down my arm as I lay between her legs. Her other hand is playing with my hair. I use her for comfort, I tell myself. It’s been this way every day since the first time she wrapped her arms around me. I can feel myself getting used to being held by her.

“Do you want me to leave, or do you want to try and sleep?” she asks, never stopping her movements while gazing down at me.

“I don’t know who I am,” I say, holding her hand. I look up and see the mesmerising sight of her eyes boring into my own. “I’ve always wanted to be free, I’ve spent so long wanting to get away, why am I changing my mind? This is dangerous baby,“ I whisper, only using half of my energy to speak.

"What is?”

“This. You shouldn’t be doing this. I’ll never leave if you keep holding me this way. I don’t think I want to be anywhere else and that in itself is bad.”

“I think that’s a good thing. I don’t want you to leave-”

"It’s not, it’s really not,” I say. “Look what you’ve done to me. They’ll be coming to find me soon, if they’re not already. You’ve got me, you’ve tied me down and I want to be angry but-”

"Sshh, there’s no one here to tell you it’s wrong. You’re overthinking. You’ve known from the start that I care about you, I’d never let anything hurt you. I promise.”

I fall deeper into her, feeling all of my worries and cares drift away as I do. Together we’re alone and I know that I won’t let anyone hurt her either; not my family, not my friends, and definitely not the police. The last thing I remember is her adoring smile as I drift into a deep sleep.

[jusinbieber]

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Homecoming

// In which Alejandro Antonio Bartholomew IV makes his first appearance  in Miami //

This is Part 1 the much awaited sugar daddy Justin series. 

Disclaimer: I am not a spanish speaker therefore I apologize in advanced if there are any grammatical issues.

*Contains Mature Content*

pls enjoy and i hope y'all look forward to this series - drea✨

Part 2

Afficher davantage

[writtenbyerica]

Single Father [Justin Bieber Imagine]

It was a pretty relaxing afternoon for you. It was Friday and you, thankfully, had the day off so you were using the time to catch up on some shows and do the things that you enjoyed doing in your spare time. You slept most of the morning and after taking a long shower you made yourself something to eat and curled up on the couch. Now the food was long gone and so was your brain as you neared the end of the latest episode of your favorite tv show. You couldn’t even collect your thoughts at the end of it because your phone began to ring, taking advantage of your short attention span. There was a picture of your close friend, Justin, and his adorable daughter on the screen so you knew you had to answer it.

“Hello?” you answered.

“You know you’re the best, right?” he spoke into the phone. You rolled your eyes, knowing better than to just take this random compliment blindly. He wanted something and even though you didn’t know what it was you knew he was desperate if he called you with that line.

“What do you want, Jay?” You repositioned yourself on your couch and balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder as you waited for a response.

“Well, you know that date I have tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, with uh-” you snapped as you tried to remember the girl’s name. “-Lena, right?” you asked.

“Yeah, Lena. My babysitter just cancelled on me so I was wondering if you could watch Brielle for me. You know I would never ask this if I didn’t absolutely need you right now. If you’re busy, that’s fine, I’ll just cance-”

“When do you ever go on a date, Jay? You’re not cancelling. Bring that little cutie over here and we’ll have a girl’s night while you’re on your date.” you told him.

“Really? Are you sure?” You could hear his level of happiness rising in his voice.

“Of course. When is it ever a problem for me to watch Bri? Get ready for your date and drop her off on the way.” you told him.

“Okay, thank you so much. I’ll start getting ready now.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Once you did you immediately got up to clean up your house a little bit and gather a couple of things for you and Brielle to do. You always had materials for some kind of fun project or activity for the two of you to do when she came over. It’s always the kind of stuff that you wished your parents and babysitters did with you as a kid, instead of just putting in a movie or turning on the tv and leaving you to watch that while they did whatever else in another room. It’s the kind of cool, fun stuff that occupies a child’s brain and tires them out so they’ll fall asleep easier and have a great night’s rest.

By the time you gathered all the materials and changed into something you didn’t care about messing up, the doorbell was ringing in the annoying fashion that Justin always rang your doorbell in. You rolled your eyes and walked to the front door to open it.

“I swear you’re going to blow out my bell one day.” you said as you opened the door wide and stepped to the side, letting them in and closing the door once they were.

“It can always be fixed.” he said with a smile. He reached out his arms to hug you, but you swerved him, going straight for the little angel in front of him.

“Hi, Brielle! How’s the cutest girl ever?!” you greeted her. Her adorable smile adorned her face and she laughed as you picked her up and hugged her. “You’re so big now. I always forget you’re not a little baby anymore.” you said, putting her down.

“Daddy says I’m a big girl now.” she told you.

“You are a big girl. Probably too big to hang out with me, huh?” you asked, pouting.

“No! I love hanging out with you!” Brielle said, making both you and Justin laugh.

“Well, good, because I have a lot of fun stuff for us to do in the other room while daddy’s gone.” A loud gasp escaped Brielle’s lips before she ran into the room where you two always did activities. Both you and Justin shared another laugh. You turned in the direction of the room and tried to walk away until Justin grabbed your wrist, making you turn around.

“So Bri gets a hug and I don’t?” he asked. You playfully rolled your eyes and let him pull you into a tight embrace as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“How is it possible that you’re a bigger baby that your five year old daughter?” you said after he released you. He bumped into you as you walked down the hallway and you laughed at his childish gesture.

When you both got into the room, you saw that Brielle was at the table full of goodies, looking over everything even though most of the stuff made no sense to her because it wasn’t exactly kid stuff even though it’d make something that is.

“Woah. What are you two going to do while I’m gone?” Justin asked.

“We’re making slime.” you said.

“Slime?! Ewwww.” Brielle said, making you laugh.

“Yes, slime! But pretty, girly slime not icky, daddy slime.” you told her.

“Heeeey!” Justin said, making you and Bri both laugh. “I’ll be back to get her tonight, okay?”

“Are you sure you’ll be.. free.. tonight?” you asked, with one eyebrow rose and a smirk on your lips. His face turned a light pink-ish shade of red and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, no.. I will definitely be free tonight.” His statement ended with an awkward laugh. Normally he isn’t so weird about this topic, but you figured he was just nervous for his date tonight since he hasn’t been on one in so long.

“Well, you look nice. I’m sure the date will go well.”

“Hopefully…” he trailed off.

“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t get out of here!” you said, laughing. “Brielle is in great hands, go have some fun.” You pushed him towards the door until he started to move his feet on his own.

“You’re the best, y/n.” He opened the door and turned around to give you a kiss on the cheek. He sprinted out the door afterwards and you watched to make sure he got in the car safely before you closed and locked the door and went back in the room to see what Brielle was getting herself into.

When you walked into the room she was sitting on the floor in front of your little coffee table. Her eyes were fixed on the tv and she seemed to be in a daze as the latest episode of your favorite show played again. You turned it off, not knowing if Justin would be okay with his little girl watching the program. Her head snapped towards you and you smiled at her.

“You ready to make some slime, cutie?” you asked her. She smiled and nodded her head excitedly. You sat down at the table next to her and grabbed the two bottles of clear glue, pouring half of one in your bowl and half of the other in hers. “Okay, now, we get to pick whatever color glitter we want.” you said, picking up the package of assorted glitters and showing Brielle. “Which ones do you want?” You watched as she pointed to three colors, light purple, pink, and blue.

“Oh, that’s gonna be pretty.” you opened the package and the bottles of glitter and gave them to her, showing her how to shake the glitter out into the glue filled bowl. After picking a few colors that you wanted, you did the same and moved the watercolor dyes so Bri could see them.

“Now you can pick some colors and we’ll stir them in.” you told her. You both picked some colors and you put them in her glue for her, not wanting to let her make too much of a mess. After adding the colors you added liquid starch and you both started to stir everything altogether. All of the colors came together and made a  pretty galaxy affect that you hoped for. Brielle smiled as the mixture changed and thickened to form slime.

“I told you it’d be pretty. Now we can pick it up and play with it.” you picked the slime up and played with it to show Bri and she mimicked you afterwards. A couple minutes of you two playing with the sticky, messy substance passed. The room was filled with her adorable laughs and some of your own.

“See, you have fun when you come over here, right?” you asked her.

“Mhm. Daddy says you’d be a good mommy.” You paused everything you were doing once she said that. It wasn’t the response you were expecting to hear from her.

“Oh, he does?”

“Yeah, but he says you don’t wanna be a mommy. So he won’t make you a mommy.” she said, completely unaware of what she was saying exactly. She was still playing with the slime, pulling it apart and smashing it back together all over the plastic that you placed on the table.

“How do you know all of this, Bri?” you asked her.

“He told grandma.”

Brielle ended up playing with that slime for a long time, way longer than you expected. You were happy she got so much enjoyment out of the activity, though. That was always your number one goal when you picked stuff for the two of you to do. You always wanted her to have the best time she could when she was with you. She had so much fun that she tired herself out and fell asleep after you cleaned her up. You put her in your bed upstairs so she would be more comfortable and you wouldn’t disturb her as you cleaned up.

Your doorbell rang once as you were finishing up your cleaning. It turned into a little more than just cleaning up the mess you and Brielle made. You had made your way into the kitchen and was cleaning the counters before you dropped everything and went to the door to see who it was. You looked through the peephole and saw Justin. You should’ve expected it to be him, but he always does the stupid doorbell thing that you hate and he didn’t this time so you didn’t really think that it’d be him. You opened the door and greeted him with a smile, letting him in before closing the door behind him.

“So, how was iiiiit?” you sing-songed as you followed him into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and looked at you with a blank expression. Your smile fell.

“That bad?” you asked, sitting next to him. He let out a sigh and rubbed both hands over his face.

“It was worse.” he said. “It’s so hard to find a girl who’s nice and likeable and fun and is also ready to be a mother figure.” he finished. He let his head rest on the back of the couch and you pouted, feeling bad for your best friend.

“Well, on the bright side, me and Bri had fun.” he looked up at you as a small smile formed on his face.

“Really? What’d you do?”

“We made slime. She played with it for a long time and when we were done she fell asleep.” you told him. Justin didn’t say anything, he just stared at you. It wasn’t a weird stare or one that made you uncomfortable. He looked at you lovingly, like he was admiring you. He did this often so it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to or felt the need to address anymore.

“We had a nice little talk about you, too.”

“A talk? About me? What’d she say?” he asked.

“She said you told Pattie that I’d be a good mom, but that I didn’t want to be a mom.. so you weren’t going to make me one. Do you know what she meant?” He looked at you for a few seconds before sighing again.

“It’s just.. you’re so good with her. I’ve told you that before.”

“That doesn’t explain everything else she said.” you told him. He took another one of his pauses before speaking again.

“Y/n, I wouldn’t even waste my time with these other girls if I felt like you were ready to be a real mom to Brielle.” he said. Even though you were expecting him to say something like that it still made your stomach do flips when he actually did. You never thought that he wanted to be with you or that the one thing holding him back from asking you out is him thinking you weren’t ready to be a mom yet.

“Why don’t you think I’m ready for that?”

“I see how much you enjoy your life. You don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself and your choices only affect you most of the time. I just didn’t think that was something you wanted.” he replied.

“You never asked me, either.” you told him. A moment of silence fell between the two of you. You never dropped your gaze on each other. It was almost intimidating.

“So, would you?” he said, breaking the silence. “Would you be up for making us more than what we are now and possibly being a stepmom?” You thought about his question as you continued to look at him. The truth is, you’ve thought about this very situation happening before. It’s been a thought a couple of times during your absentminded daydreaming. You always saw it as a good thing and something you wouldn’t mind happening.

“Yes. I would.” you told him His eyes widened. You could tell he wasn’t expecting that answer from you.

“Uh.. then it’s a date? Tomorrow? Around six?” he asked. You nodded your head. “Okay, uh, I better get Bri so we can go now.” he said. You walked with him upstairs to get her then walked him to the door as he held her in his arms. Before he walked out, he turned around and faced you. “I guess I’ll call you tomorrow then.” he said. You chuckled how unsure he seemed all of a sudden and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Have a goodnight, Jay. Give Bri a kiss for me.” you told him. He gave you a big smile before turning around and walking out the door. You made sure him and Bri were safely in his car before you locked the door and went upstairs to plan out your outfit for your date tomorrow.

[unidolising]

oh my god this is so good please make this a series or something i need more i’m begging you

[tmholland]

Michelle is actually funnier than me. Mainly because she teases me, but I can’t tease her. (I think that’s fair.) I can’t say anything about her because she gets mad. (Nope, you can’t.) So I guess she’s funnier.

[biebersimagine]

MASTERLIST

MATURE IMAGINES*

Money Shortage

Play with me, Nerd

Shadow (Jason McCann)

Bubblegum

Please, Don’t go

Five Months and Twenty Days

Arousing or Embarrassing

The Book Worm

Christmas Eve

Gasoline

Late Night Working

The Revelation

Wrong ID Card

Worthwhile Move

CUTE IMAGINES

My Jealous Boyfriend (Jason McCann)

The First Date

Hope and Liquorice

One Dance

Fun Fair Trip with Bestie

In the Safe Zone

Congratulations, Y/N!

Shape of You

Pancakes and Dirty Fingers

“How to Fix a Broken Heart”

Expectations

You’re a Monster

REQUESTS

Kiss me

Secrets and Blushing

Shut Your Mouth

No Feelings

My Poor Boy

Reactions

From Unluck to Something Better

The Red Days

Your Eyes

MINI SERIES: “My Dear Master…”

Ⅰ: Chained to Him*

Ⅱ: Love is Just a Word Without Meaning*

Ⅲ: Bad Girls Won’t Survive

Ⅳ: Coffee Table Conversations*

[biebersimagine]

Updated Masterlist!

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MASTERLIST

[Last Updated: June 11th 2017]

[** means Mature]

Justin Bieber Fake Texts

Justin Cheats on You

You Go To Justin for Advice - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Relapse

Lyric Prank

Paranoid

Fake Friends

Photoshop

HSM Lyric Prank - Part 1 Part 2

Snow

Liar - Part 1 Part 2

Poor Music Taste

You’re Alive

Stepbrother Feud

Justin Bieber Imagines

Bully

Take Care

Drug Addict - Part 1 Part 2

Cheater

Maria, I’m Drunk

Bad Dream Come True

Thanksgiving

Christmas

It’s Complicated - Part 1 Part 2

Parents - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Never Have I Ever

Sick

Single Mother - Part 1 Part 2

Gamer

Long Distance Relationship

Miscarriage

Get On Your Knees**

Video Reaction

Paying Respect

Confrontation

Long Lost Friend

Beauty Is Pain

Surprise Proposal

As Long As You Love Me

Purpose Tour Baby

Ignorance Is Bliss - Part 1 

Grammy’s After-Party

Falling Out of Love

First Kiss

Dinner Date

Truth or Dare

Divorce

Want You Back

Tour Shenanigans

Welcome Home

I’m the One - Part 1 Part 2**

Laurstin

Unexpected Visitor

Shot for Me

We Did Good

Justin Bieber Head Cannons

YouTube Life 

Vlogging

Justin Bieber Fake Instagram/Twitter posts

Justin meets your idol

Canceled Meet and Greets

Justin Bieber Fanfiction

She Don’t Like The Lights - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 (coming soon) (DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Jason McCann Fanfiction

All Bad -  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (DISCONTINUED) 

Forbidden Love - Fake Text Part 1 Part 2 Fake Text Part 3 (coming soon)

Jason McCann Imagines

Devious - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

On The Run

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Masterlist

Prompt List:

Future Imagines

Drabble List

Best Friend Prompts

Imagines:

Speak Up*

A Real Date

You’ve Been Such a Bad Girl*

A Very Wet Ride*

Shotgun*

One Last Night

Shut Up*

Strikes (2)

Perfect Together

Brownies*

Met Gala

Nikki

Sextape* (2)

Bantu

Choked Out

What About Sex?* (2) (3)

Deal*

Just Dancing*

I’m Really Sorry*

Coconut Oil* (2)

Sort

Series:

Famous FWB Series***

1. Music Video

2. Repayment

3. Beg For It

4. Complications

Impulse

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Bombón (Sugar Daddy)***

1. Homecoming

2. Boat

3. Title

4. Please

Fake Texts:

Laidt Edges

Lookin’ Ass

Strikes Part 2

Delete It

Two Princesses

Gladly

Wow Okay

Fuck

I Miss You

JUSTIN NOOOO

2% Milk

Please Answer

Oh Dear God (Sextape Part 2)

Love You Too Daddy

Wheelchairs (What About Sex Part 2)

Keep Playing

Expect Punishment

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