[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

You tell Justin about your (abusive) past.

Topic: Y/n was abused in her past relationships and now she's dating Justin and he doesn't know about it, so when he tries to get intimate with her she gets uncomfortable. They argue and she tells him about her past relationship. 

Requested by: anonymous

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You and Justin have been together for almost three years. Your relationship isn't perfect, but it's the best one you've ever had. In your past relationship your ex-boyfriend kept telling you that no one will ever put up with you, you were ugly, and that you were lucky that you were even with him. You believed every word that came out of his mouth, and sometimes that interferes with yours and Justin's relationship, but the thing is, is that you've never discussed your past with Justin until today. You didn't want him to hear all of the things your ex had said to you. Mainly because you didn't want him to realize that everything he had said was true.

The point to where you had to tell him was when it came to when you thought you were ready. You knew you loved Justin, and you wanted to share a special moment with him. Except that the moment didn't turn out to be special. It turned out to be your worst nightmare come true.

"Justin, please stop." You whispered. You weren't even sure if he was able to hear you. He continued to kiss your neck, face, and jaw.

"Justin, stop." You louder. Justin got off of you and had a hurt look on his face.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

You began to cry. You didn't want to tell him. Not like this. Not right now.

"Y/n, baby, what's wrong? I'm sorry for whatever I did." He said while trying to hug you. You turned away. 

"It's not you, Justin." You cried.

"Then what is it?" He asked.

You took a deep breath and gave yourself an internal pep talk before saying anything.

"I was in a relationship before I got with you. My ex, his name was Brandon. He didn't love me, and I don't think he ever did. I think his whole purpose of being with me was to see how long it would take for me to spiral into depression and possibly kill myself. He always told me that no one else will ever love me, that I was a mistake. He even told me that I was the reason my mom died, Justin. He hurt me so much. Both mentally and physically. I didn't think I would ever get away from him. Then one day I did, and shortly after I met you. I didn't think someone like you would ever want to be friends with someone like me, much less in a relationship. I believed every word he said. I never wanted to tell you this because I was afraid if I told you that you would realize that he was right and you'd leave." You rambled. You looked down at your hands. You didn't want to be in the room with him anymore. You wished you could just disappear.

"Y.n...." He whispered. You finally looked up. He looked as though he was about to cry. You hated seeing him cry, and now you were regretting everything you had told him.

"Y/n., I love you. I don't tell you that just to be talking. I say it because I mean it. I love you. I love the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. I love how your glasses match the color of your beautiful green eyes. I love how passionate you are about things you believe in. I love everything about you. Do you not believe me when I say these things?”

“Justin, I do, but sometimes it’s so hard to remember that not everyone is like him. He and I were together for so long that I didn’t think I’d ever get away from him or be able to find someone else. He’s in jail now, though, so it’s not like he can hurt me anymore.” You said while remembering that horrible winter night that he got arrested. He hit you, he punched you, he ripped your hair out. If you hadn’t have called the cops the doctors said you would have never made it. Your nose was broken, and you lost so much blood. Not only do you have a very descriptive memory of the incident, but you also have the scars to constantly remind you of it daily.

“I’ll love you always, Y/n, and I’ll never hurt you. No matter how much it annoys me when you eat my fruit loops.” Justin said before giving you a kiss and pulling you into a tight hug.

[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

You tell Jason you’re having his baby.

Topic: An imagine where (y/n) tells Jason she's having his baby.

Requested by: lillymadison

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You looked at the pregnancy test sitting down on the bathroom counter. The box said it takes five minutes for a result, but that five minutes seems like it's taking five years. Time is slowly creepy by, and you just want answers. You just want to know if the mood swings, fatigue, and cravings were pregnancy or something else.

You pushed your hair back behind your ears and looked at the test once more. It was finally finished. You held your breath, and with a shaking hand, picked up the piece of plastic. You looked at the bold, black words displaying on it.

Pregnant

Dropping the stick, you sat down on the floor and covered your face with your hands, and before you knew it you were struggling to breathe. You couldn't stop crying, and you weren't sure how to feel about the news. You weren't sure how Jason would feel about the news, and that's what fucked you up the most. He's told you one before that he wasn't ready for kids right now because of his lifestyle, but could that change since that "what if" has turned into a reality?

The front door opened and then closed, followed by what sounded like a bag being dropped on the ground. He was home, and boy were you ready for him not to bed. You picked up the stick once more, looking at it to make sure you hadn't read it wrong, but the same eight letter word was still on it, but in a much lighter color. You gripped it tightly, and slowly walked out of the room.

You saw Jason sitting on the couch. The room smelt of smoke and some other strange smell. You sat beside him. You didn't really know what to do, so you just sat the stick in his lap before whispering out an apology. He took it, looked at it for a moment, and threw it across the room. You didn't expect anything less from him. He looked at you. He was angry.

"How could you let this happen?" He asked.

"I-I don't know," You said, trying not to cry, "I'm on birth control, and we used condoms all of the times we.." You trailed off.

"We'll figure it out, but I have to go. I can't do this right now." He said, jumping up, grabbing his keys, and walking out.  You just sat there and looked at the door. You felt empty and alone. Your own boyfriend couldn't even stay and talk about. He just got up and walked away from you like you were nothing.

~

You heard the door open once more. You had fallen asleep on the couch. You rubbed your eyes and looked at who had walked in. It was Jason. He was carrying bags from Walmart and a few other places. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch and put the bags in the middle.

"I'm not sure if our baby is going to be a boy or a girl, so I got a bunch of gender neutral things. I hope you liked them, and I'm sorry. Maybe this was meant to happen." He got the first outfit out of the bag. It was a blue onsie with clouds on it.

You and Jason sat down for hours looking at all the things he got, planning the nursery, and thinking about what the future had in store for the both of you. He looked at you with the biggest smile on his face, and said, "I love you, Y/N, and our baby." while rubbing your tummy and giving you a kiss.

[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

Your kids walk in on you and Justin while you’re having sexy time.

Topic:  Y/N and Justin's kids walk in on them while they're having sex

Requested By: Anonymous

WARNING: INCLUDES GRAPHIC CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN!

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You had just put the kids in bed, and they were busy watching their favorite show, Paw Patrol, while they drifted off to sleep. You thought that maybe now you were able to spend time with Justin. You crawled into bed and laid your head on his shoulder before he gave you a small kiss on your forehead. You loved being in his arms and feeling his warmth against you.

You began to kiss his neck as he moaned quietly. "Y/N, do you really want to do this? I don't even think the kids are asleep." He said, looking at you. You shrugged your shoulders as you put your hang on top of his area, looking at his before continuing. He gave you a nod, then you slid your hand into his boxers, grabbing his semi-erect penis. You bit your lip. You couldn't even remember the last time you and Justin had sex, but you've been wanting to do it for a while, but never found time between working and caring for the kids.

Justin rolled over and began taking your clothes off slowly. He knew how much this teased you. You were getting a tad bit impatient, but you didn't want to ruin the mood. He looked at you while he was taking them off, and kept reminding you about how much he loves you and how great your body looks. He always knew how to make you happy.

After Justin took your clothes off, he opened your legs slightly before sticking a finger in. You closed your eyes and moaned. You forgot how great it felt when he touched you. You had been craving his touch, and you finally were able to get it, but not for long as the door burst open and your children were looking at you with big smiles on their face. You were glad you had kept the cover on you, but you were very embarrassed.

"Hey, kids," You nervously laughed, "is everything okay?"

"We want cookies!" The oldest one said, jumping up and down.

"Okay, how about you go to the kitchen and pick out which ones you want and mommy will come and make them." You said, praying they wouldn't come and jump onto the bed.

"Okay!" They said, racing towards the kitchen.

You quickly put your clothes back on and gave Justin a kiss.

"Sorry, babe. Maybe next time." Justin frowned. You just shook your head, hopefully you can talk to someone about babysitting the kids so you and Justin can have a "date night" without getting interrupted, or having the kids see things they shouldn't.

[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

You and Justin Babysit Asahd.

Topic:  You can write an imagine about me and Justin babysitting one of his friend's kid. 

Requested By: @drew-spn

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“Alishba, Justin, are you sure you can watch him tonight?” Khaled asked, typing away on his phone, “More importantly, can you handle him? He can be a hand full at times, but he’s not that bad.”

“Yes, we can do it. We’ve been around Asahd most of his life.I’m sure we know what he wants half of the time.” Justin said laughing.

“You’re right. I just haven’t left him alone this long.” Khaled confessed.

“It’s going to be okay! Go have fun with Nicole, you’ve been working really hard lately. You deserve it.” You encouraged.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go. Just call me if anything happens, I mean it.” He said, giving you both a serious look before walking out of the door.

You both watched Ashad as he was crawling around on the floor and doing what babies do best. He was trying to pull himself up by holding onto the chair. You couldn’t keep thinking about how adorable he is.

“Justin, I think I’m ready for us to have a baby.” You said, breaking the silence. You looked over at Justin who was staring at the wall. He sat like that a minute before he finally looked at you.

“W-what?” He stuttered.

“I think I’m ready to have a baby.” You repeated. You bit the inside of your cheek. Did Justin think it was too soon?

Justin looked straight in front of him, then back at you. “Are you sure? Babies are a big responsibility. We’re busy a majority of the time. I don’t know..” He trailed off.

You were sure you were ready. You had been secretly thinking about this for a while now. You really wanted to start a family, and you wanted to start a family with Justin. Him and only him. You were ready to buy cute baby clothes. You were ready to start having the baby doctor appointments. You were just ready to get your little family formed.

“Yes, Justin, I’m sure, but is that okay with you?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay with it. I’m ready.”

You smiled at him and started thinking about how great of a father Justin would be. He’d sing your baby to sleep, buy you, the baby, and himself matching t-shirts, he’d take your baby on many adventures, and he’d give your baby all the love and attention he or she deserves.

“When should we, like, you know, start trying?” Justin asked.

“I don’t know..”

“Maybe we can start now?” He winked.

“Oh, Justin. Not now. Maybe when we get home.” You giggled.

“Right, right. When we’re home.”

Shortly after that conversation, Asahd started crying. You figured that he was hungry so you went to get him a bottle of warm milk. After you got it ready you went back to the living room, picked him up, and tried to give it to him, but he kept pushing it away while screaming louder and louder.

You checked his diaper to make sure he hadn’t used the bathroom, but his diaper was empty and completely dry. You were puzzled. Maybe he just wanted to be rocked? You walked over to the recliner and held him close to you and began to rock him and sing a lullaby, but it just didn’t seem to work.

Justin walked up to you and gently grabbed Asahd. He took him into a different room and you could hear his cries progressively getting quieter by the second. What is he doing? You got up and slowly walked to the next room over, where you saw Justin rocking Asahd in a recliner. What was he doing different?

“What did you do?” You whispered.

“The lights were too bright for him, and he was burning up so I took his clothes off. He went to sleep so fast.” He replied with a laugh.

Justin got up and placed Asahd in his bed carefully, making sure not to wake him up. You turned on his baby monitor before tiptoeing out of his room.

You met with Justin on the couch. He was watching reruns of Supernatural. He looked at you briefly when you sat down before he wrapped his arm around you. You lied your head down on his shoulder before you slowly started to drift off.

You woke up when you heard the front door close. It was Kahlid and Nicole. You sat up and rubbed your eyes before doing a quick stretch.

“Woah, he sure did seem to tire you out, Alishba." Kahlid joked.

"Nah, it wasn't him. I was running around all day and I didn't get much sleep last night I guess it just caught up with me."

Kahlid gave you and Justin a pat on the back and thanked you both for watching Asahd for the night. Justin assured him that it was no problem and that you both would be more than happy to do it again if he would allow you to.

[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

Justin cheats on you.

You looked at Justin, who was still asleep, and admired how beautiful and peaceful he looked. You slowly lifted the blanket off of yourself before putting on your house shoes and walking to the living room. You seen Justin's phone sitting on the coffee table. You thought it would be a good idea to take a few photos of yourself to surprise him when he woke up. You turned his phone on and before you swiped to get to the camera, you see a text message that caught your eye.

"Justin, baby. Where are you? I miss you. :("

You just looked at the text message for several minutes. Had this been sent to the wrong Justin? Was he cheating on you? What was going on? Who is this person? Questions like this, and many others, were circling around in your head.

You sat his phone down and sat on the couch with your head in your hands. How long had he been with this girl? You didn't know what to think of the situation, but you knew that you couldn't let this keep going on. How many other girls were there? You were going to have to make him choose either you or the others.

Justin had never cheated on you before, and he always said you made him happy. What went wrong? Why couldn't he had just been honest with you if there was a problem in your relationship? You were beginning to cry. It seems that every time you get into a relationship and fall in love with the person you're with, you always get heart broken. Maybe love just wasn't meant for you, or maybe your standards are just too high, or maybe you're just easy to replace and you're just not anything special.

You could hear footsteps coming from the hallway. You quickly wiped the tears off your face.

"Hey, babe. Why didn't you wake me up?" Just asked, rubbing his eyes.

You shrugged, you really didn't have much to say except for "fuck you," but you thought that was a little too mean.

"I'm going to go make some food, you want anything?" He asked you while walking to the kitchen. You just simply didn't reply.

After Justin was done making eggs and toast, he came back into the living room and sat beside you. You scooted over away from him. You wanted to confront him about what happened, but no words weren't forming and you didn't know what to say.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You haven't said much since I've been in here," He looked at me a second before continuing, "Did you start your period?"

You just looked at him with a dumb look on your face. He knew you got your period two weeks ago.

"Actually, I just have a lot on my mind right now." You responded.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He questioned.

"No, but I should."

"Aright, tell me." Justin said, putting his empty plate on the coffee table and turning towards you.

"Well, this morning when I woke up I came in here. I saw your phone on the table and for some reason I thought it would be a cute idea to take it and take pictures of myself with it to surprise you when you woke up. Before I swiped to the camera app I saw a message that caught my eye. Whoever it was called you baby, wanted to know where you were, and said they missed you." You said, tears running down your face.

Justin had a guilty look on his face. He didn't say anything for a while and it was causing you to get even more upset. Why couldn't he be honest with you, and more importantly, why couldn't he have just told you that your relationship didn't make him happy?

Eventually Justin spoke, and what came out of his mouth broke your heart into several unfixable pieces.

"Her name is Alice. I met her a few weeks ago at a bar. We talked, exchanged numbers, and somehow that ended me up at her place. Things got carried away and we ended up having sex. I didn't know how to tell you, so I didn't. I know how people have treated you in the past, and I didn't want to be like them. But, it turns out, I'm just as shitty as they are." He said softly.

You couldn't handle it anymore. Thoughts were soaring through your head. You could physically feel your heart breaking. Tears were falling down your face like a waterfall. You thought after all the years of you and Justin had been together that you cold trust him, but like he said, he was just like everybody else.

"Get out." You said, your voice barely audible.

"What?"

"I said get out!" You screamed.

He didn't say anything. He just nodded before grabbing his things before walking out.

You wish you could have saved your relationship, but cheating is one of the worst things a person could do to you, and if they did it once there's a high chance they will do it again, and that's not something you want to keep putting yourself through.

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Justin decides to cancel all of his meet and greets.

After Justin’s second concert at the Staples Center, you couldn’t help but to feel as though something wasn’t right. He looked beyond tired, and even a little upset. Sure, he was always tired after a show but he never looked as rough as he did tonight.

“Jay, is everything alright?” You asked.

“Honestly? No, It’s not.” He replied.

You could feel your heart breaking. You hate when he’s upset, even if it’s over something silly. 

“What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?” 

You waited for him to answer and hoped that he wouldn’t shut you down and push you away.

“The fans that I meet every night. It’s overwhelming and it puts a lot on my shoulders. I know they’re just trying yo help, but it feels like it just makes everything worse.” He spoke. 

He was beginning to cry; there were tears slowly rolling down his face. You gently wiped them away with your thumb before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Justin, you knew that you’d have to interact with your fans. You’ve done this for years. What makes this time any different?” 

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe I’m just not ready for a tour. I thought that after making new music, apologizing to everyone, and seeing a few psychologists, that I would be ready, but I’m not. I love performing, and I love my fans, but maybe this isn’t what I need right now.”

“Are you saying that you’re going to cancel the rest of the tour?” You asked, your voice no more than a whisper now.

“I’m thinking so. I don’t know what else I can do. All it will do to me is fall back into depression. You were there when I went through that last time. You know how bad it can get. I don’t want to go through it, not again. I refuse to.” He cried.

“Justin, maybe you should just stop the meet and greets since that’s what’s giving you the most trouble. If that doesn’t seem to help, maybe it is best to cancel the tour. I’m sure your fans will understand. Your true fans, anyway. They want what’s the best for you, and so do I. I just want you to be happy and I’m sure they want the same as well. Just think about it, Justin, but don’t stress yourself out over it.” You spoke, pulling him into a hug.

“I won’t. Y/N. Thanks for listening. You’re the best.” He smiled.

He pulled away from the hug and logged onto Instagram. He uploaded a photo of him and a fan with the following caption.

“ Love u guys.. I'm going to be canceling my meet and greets. I enjoy meeting such incredible people but I end up feeling so drained and filled with so much of other people's spiritual energy that I end up so drained and unhappy.. Want to make people smile and happy but not at my expense and I always leave feeling mentally and emotionally exhausted to the point of depression .. The pressure of meeting people's expectations of what I'm supposed to be is so much for me to handle and a lot on my shoulders. Never want to disappoint but I feel I would rather give you guys the show and my albums as promised. Can't tell you how sorry I am, and wish it wasn't so hard on me.. And I want to stay in the healthy mindset I'm in to give you the best show you have ever seen ;)”

“I’m so proud of you. I’m glad you’re finally putting yourself first.” 

“Thanks, baby. I owe it all to you. You showed me how to love myself and that I should focus more on myself instead of trying to please everyone. I love you.” He said before giving you a kiss.

[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

Justin defends you.

You and Justin have been together since your sophomore year of high school. You’re both now seniors and your relationship is still going strong, even with all the hateful, rude comments you receive on a daily basis.

Yes, you’ve been together for a little more than two years and the people at your school still don’t like the idea of you two being together. You could see why, though. Justin’s on the football team and you were in the school marching band. Justin makes straight A’s and you’re barely passing physics. Everyone wants to be near Justin and you can’t even get one person to talk to you. You’re both complete opposites, but opposites attract, right?

While you’re walking to your next class Samantha, the school ‘queen’ I guess you can say, stops you.

“I’m waiting for you and Justin to break up. I mean, he can do so much better. All we have to do now is wait for him to realize that.” She said.

You rolled your eyes, she has said the same thing for the past two years. Justin has told you countless times before that you’re the only girl for him and that he would’t dare go near Samantha because he has no idea what kind of diseases she could have.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, bitch,” She said, getting angry. “You’re just upset because I’m right.”

“You haven’t been right the past two years, so how are you so sure you’re going to be right now?” You questioned before walking away.

You walk into your third period physics class and take a seat beside Justin.

“Hey, babe,” He said, giving you one of his famous smiles causing you to blush.

“Hey, Justin.” You replied back.

He smiled at you once more before turning back to his friends. He began to talk about how he was nervous about the football game this Friday. His friends just nodded and agreed. 

Abigail, your best friend, finally makes it to class so you talk to her before the bell rings. 

It took your teacher a good ten minutes, as always, to begin teaching. You were copying notes from the slideshow the teacher had put on the board. Suddenly, a piece of paper lands on your desk. You look around, everyone was either writing or asleep. 

You signed and opened the note.

“Dear Y/N,

You don’t deserve Justin.”

You must have looked really hurt because Justin tapped your shoulder and had a questioning look on his face.

You looked back at the note and then at him. You slowly handed it to him. Opening the note, Justin read it and you’ve never seen him look so mad before.

“Who wrote this note?” He asked out loud.

“Justin, please don’t disturb the lesson.” Mr. Bentley warned.

“No, sir. Someone gave my girlfriend a note saying she doesn’t deserve me. I don’t know if something like this has happened before, but if I find out something like this has happened again I swear to God it won’t be pretty. Just because you girls can’t have me doesn’t give you the right to threaten my girlfriend and say things to hurt her feelings. She’s the only girl I’ve ever truly loved and I don’t want to put with snot-nosed bitches who can’t grasp the idea that I do not want them.” Justin ranted.

“That was great, Justin. Go to the office, I’ll be there shortly.” Mr. Bentley said.

“Gladly.” Justin said, walking out the classroom and slamming the door.

You couldn’t believe that Justin said all of that. You didn’t know whether to be happy or embarrassed.

You pulled out your phone and searched for Justin’s name is your contacts.

“Thank you, Justin. That meant a lot to me. You will never know how grateful I am for you. I love you.” You wrote out before sending it.

Not even a minute later you feel your phone vibrate.

“I’d do anything for my baby, I love you too. Have you received things like this before? I wish you would have told me sooner, Y/N. But don’t worry, I’ll just a stop to it all.”

And that he did. After that day no one else told you that you weren’t good enough or didn’t deserve Justin. Ever since that day you and Justin got closer. Every time someone told you something that hurt your feelings Justin was the first person you would tell and he would make them apologize. You couldn’t be thankful enough for such a good boyfriend.

[iputmyheartintoyourhands]

Justin comforts you after a breakup.

You and your boyfriend have been together for almost a year but you haven’t been able to have a conversation without getting into an argument. It’s beginning to hurt your feelings and you’re starting to not want to be in a relationship with him anymore.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and enter your passcode. You had a text message from your boyfriend, Blake.

You sent a photo with a message attached. “Who is this and why and why are you with him?” it read. You rolled your eyes at the picture he sent. It was of you and your cousin at his birthday party.

“Blake, it’s me and my cousin. You’ve met him, remember?” 

“How am I so sure it’s your cousin? You could have lied. It could be your side nigga for all I know.” 

You were getting angry now. You gritted your teeth and began typing.

“You know what? If you’re so insecure about your relationship why are we still in one? Relationships are based on trust. I’m not even sure why you’re so upset over a picture of me and my COUSIN. You’ve met him before! He was at my family reunion last year. Do you remember that? What next? Are you going to accuse me of sleeping with my brother? Hell, I can’t take a nap without you getting upset.” I tapped the send button and patiently waited on a reply. Was what I said too mean? Oh well, he shouldn’t have acted dumb.

“Maybe you’re right, Y/N. This relationship just isn’t how it used to be. You’ve been acting so different lately. I think it’s better if we just stopped seeing each other. Cut off all connections, that kind of stuff. It will be better for both of us. I’m sorry.”

I felt the tears start pouring down my face. I didn’t think he would actually agree with me, but I could only wonder what he meant when he said I was acting different. 

I immediately called Justin. He always knows exactly how to make me feel better, no matter the circumstance.

The phone rang a few times before I heard his voice on the other line.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” He asked.

I was thinking of what to tell him before I burst into tears. I couldn’t do it. My feelings were so shot that I didn’t know how to feel or what to do.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said before hanging up.

I collapsed onto the ground, curled up into a ball and just cried. I cried so hard that my stomach was aching, my eyes were hurting, my mouth was dry, and my face was covered in tears and snot. My vision was blurry and all I could hear were my screams.

The sound of my front door opening made me quiet down before I remembered that Justin was coming. He had the key to my house so he just let himself in.

“Y/N, where are you?” He called out.

I let out a scream to let him get an idea of where I’m at. I didn’t bother trying to talk because I probably couldn’t to begin with.

He found the room I was in and rushed to my side. 

“Y.N, what’s wrong? Why are you on the floor? You’re not hurt are you?” He asked, checking my body for any sign of physical injury.

I shook my head and pointed at my phone which was on the other side of the room lying face down on my carpet.

He slowly walked towards it, picked it up and entered my passcode. 

“What happened? Your phone is fine. Is there something on it I need to see?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Messages. Blake.” I managed to spit out.

He nodded and did as he was told. As he was reading the messages I could tell he was getting angry. His free hand kept clenching and releasing. His face was slowly turning a bright red. 

Where he was finished he shut your phone off and sat it on a table before coming to your side and pulling you into a hug. He brought you closer to him and he let you cry into his chest.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N. You can always find better. But, do you know the best part about all of this is? We can finally start hanging out again without him calling every five minutes asking what you’re doing. We can go to new places, play games, go to the movies, whatever we want to do. We can even stay in and order pizza without you being accused of cheating. You now what. How about we go somewhere now. We can catch a movie and go to Taco Bell, I know that’s your favorite.” He says, just rambling on.

“Justin,” You said, interrupting. “I would love to do that but I look, and feel, a mess.”

“Pizza and Netflix it is, then. How abut you shower and I’ll order a pizza and find something to watch?” 

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You say, smiling.

“There’s that smile I love.” He said, poking your nose and making you blush.

“What would I ever do without you?” You ask him.

He just laughs and pats your back.

“I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready,” He said, kissing your cheek. “I love you, Y.N.”

“I love you, too, Justin.” 

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You ignore Justin.

It’s that dreaded time of the month. The time when you because moody, crave every food item that you don’t own, and get horny, all within five minutes.

Today you haven’t felt like talking to anyone, not even your best friend, Justin. You’ve been leaving everyone on read or you just don’t read their messages at all. You just want a day to yourself and you also don’t want to snap on anyone accidentally.

As you were watching your favorite show you hear your phone ringing. It was on your dresser, which was on the other side of the room, but you weren’t going to answer it anyway so you just let it ring. After it silences you make a mental note to change your ringtone later because it was beginning to annoy you.

As you were getting back into your show, your phone rings again. You groan and just listen to it while almost crying because you were so agitated with it. You made another mental note to either turn your phone off or turn the ringer off when you next get up, whenever that will be.

Your phone quit ringing and you wiped the tears off your face before resuming your attention to your show. Not even three seconds into it your phone starts ringing again.

You finally get up to check who keeps calling your phone. You’d hope they would have gotten the message by now but apparently not.

It was Justin. You rolled your eyes, rejected the call, and turned it off. He can wait til tomorrow, plus if he’s bored he could talk to his other friends because you know he has more than enough.

Crawling back into bed, you smiled because you can finally be in peace. It’s just you, your television, and your warm, cozy blanket.

After the show was over, you got up and went to the bathroom to do some womanly things, if you catch my drift, before going to the kitchen and getting some ice cream. You have Neapolitan but you only eat the chocolate, you save the other flavors for your siblings or your friends when they decide to come over. Placing it in a bowl, you sat at the table and slowly ate it, avoiding brain freeze.

You suddenly stop when you hear your front door opening. You freeze and wonder if you had locked the door.

“Y/N? Are you here?” The voice said,

You let out a sign of relief that it was only Justin, then you get angry because he’s invading your privacy.

“I’m in here.” You call out.

“Y/N, I’ve been calling and texting you for the past two hours. I thought something happened to you..” He said with a sad tone.

“I haven’t been feeling good today. I was hoping you would have got the memo but apparently not. Why are you breaking into my house?” You asked.

“You could have just told me that so I didn’t have to worry. I’m not exactly breaking in. You gave me a key, remember?” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone today and I’ve been ignoring everyone.”

“Why? Are you okay?”

You blushed, “It’s that time of the month..” You said.

He pulled you into a hug.

“I know that must not be fun. I wouldn’t know, but bleeding from your vagina for almost a week doesn’t sound like a good time.”

You smile and feel blessed that you have such a great friend like him.

“It’s not, can we cuddle for a little bit? It might make me feel better.”

He kissed you on the forehead, “Anything for you.”