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ATHENA ** what a MUFFIN

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Can u do one where Justin is so in love with y/n that he writes an emotional message to her but she's still mad at him bc he did something idk something like that would be cute annnnnd i love the blogggg♥️♥️♥️♥️ | REQUEST jb texts ↥

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Can you do a fake text y/n and Justin decide to break up and Justin send Y/N lyrics from Shawn Mendes’ Act Like You Love Me song / REQUEST jb texts ↥ *i fucked up i meant DISTANCE in the first text

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MY DEAREST DEAR ** Justin Bieber Imagine

I hope you can still read my handwriting. How are you? I’ve been told you are fine. I asked about you every time I had the chance. 

I madly recommend to read this short imagine as you listen to THIS song! 

April 3rd 2023 I was at the point of boredom where my thumb was firmly pressed against the arrow which pointed down - my eyes trying to find, once again, a movie to watch that could keep me and my mind busy for a while. Few minutes went before I gave up and rolling on my back, I placed the remoter on my stomach. The ceiling never been so interesting and full of details as it was today. I can tell I stared at nothing for good ten minutes before getting up and heading to the kitchen. At first I was aiming at the fridge but as I got closer to the kitchen, my eyes fell on the white, closed, envelope on the table.

The desire to know what was inside was killing me but, at the same time, those two letters written at the corner of the envelope were telling me to not open it.

Not yet.  

I sighed and shook my head, “Not yet” I whispered out loud.

My idea was to grab an apple and maybe go for a walk but my feet didn’t move. I stood there, my eyes still on the unopened envelope. Maybe today was the day.

“Fuck it” I said out loud and grabbed it. Once again, I was sitting on my couch but this time holding a white envelope. Slowly ripping it off, I slowly got the paper inside. It was folded and it seemed like a letter. My heart dropped as soon as I saw his handwriting, his messy handwriting. My eyes started to quickly scanner the words here and there trying to get some hints. I was so nervous and excited to know what he needed or wanted that I had to close my eyes and take deep breathes. Once I was calm enough to deal this, I started to read it.

May 16th 2017 Dear y/n, My dearest dear y/n. I hope you can still read my handwriting and I apologize in advance if this is going to turn out bad but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and now I just want to let it out. So let me start from something you’ve always loved to hear: how are you? I’ve been told you are fine. To be honest I asked about you every time I had the chance. You know, y/n… I apologize for the shit I made you go through. It was the easiest thing in the world to be mad, especially at you. I was really angry at you for not being able to stay here, for not being able to keep up with my schedule and for not being able to deal with my shitty behavior - but one year later, here I am. I finally understood that life had other things in store for you - your task wasn’t loving me, looking after me or yelling at me every time I did something wrong. I thought about this for months but I do believe that we met for a reason - which I haven’t quite figured it out yet - but I know that you made me a better person. Once you lose something, you realize how precious it was and this happened to me when you walked out of my life. When I pushed you away, I realized how much I needed you. I needed your jokes, your big eyes, your loving touch at night, the adventures you planned at night for the next day. I changed for you, because of you. Thank you for helping me see the world - the real world. Thank you for teaching me to handle shit - because life gets you tons of shit sometimes. Thank you for teaching me to love myself and others. Thank you for also teaching me to love puppies, no matter what type. Thank you for putting your hands on my heart and for leaving your fingerprints on everything I was. I learnt from those fingertips, looked at them for months and realized I am worthy of love. No one deserves me like you do because you loved me for who I was, also the really ugly and dark parts of me. I think very fondly of you. This is probably going to come out wrong but I know we were both a pit stop on each other’s journey. I know that you couldn’t be who you are if it weren’t for my madness, and I, too, would not be me without you. I just wanted to thank you for stopping by. I still hope our ways can meet each other for a drink, or maybe two …

Yours, Justin" Mine, forever.

Dammit Athena! This one got me so emotional because in my mind something tragic happened to Justin the day after he wrote this letter. How good is the song!? Also, I got my inspiration for the letter from a post I found months ago on Tumblr. I’d credit but I really don’t remember the source. Sorry if there are any typos!

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imagine you are with a bunch of friends and justin is your friend or fuckboy you choose and he is laying right next to you and you place your head on his fucking chest and you car hear his heartbeat fuCKKKK

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U are single 2night jb texts ↥

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your back the queen is back guys

oh my god hahahahaha thank you but i'm far from being one 😂

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THE F@#! I’M DOING ** Justin Bieber Imagine (pt. 2)

Read part 1  ↤ “Jesus Christ, who cares what you sa—?” She raised her voice trying to interrupt him but got cut off by him once again. “I care! And you can’t be mad at me for not knowing what’s the best for you!” He exclaimed looking straight into her eyes.

As he repeated he couldn’t stay – or at last couldn’t keep that relationship going, she forced herself past him and walked into the house. She didn’t wave goodbye to anyone, didn’t make a scene, didn’t slam the door as she escaped from that uncomfortable situation. She began the short journey to the hotel they were staying, walking slowly as she tried to wipe out all the thoughts which made her head feeling heavy but at the same time empty.

Although their friends were telling otherwise, Justin decided y/n needed some space to calm down.

After about one hour and half, as he entered their room, a new emotion welcomed him. It was quiet, so quiet he could barely hear his heartbeat going faster than the usual. He called her name once or twice as he opened different doors. He tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked. He knocked gently and called her name multiple times without receiving any answers. He stood there contemplating on what to do. He wasn’t used to it, he wasn’t used to face this side y/n was showing – neither he was used to beg for something. “Open up,” He tried to sound gently but it came out demanding. “God, please y/n…” He interrupted only to be cut off by the sound of door opening. Y/N was standing in front of the large mirror, a handful of handkerchiefs placed in her hand as she was wiping away the black smudges of eyeliner and mascara from her cheeks. She looked at the reflection on the mirror and watched as Justin slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub. He slightly spread his legs and placed his elbows on his thighs.

“Have you been crying?” He whispered after a few seconds of staring at her. Y/N scoffed and shook her head. Is this Sherlock? “I’m sorry you feel like this because of us...” he paused but his light brown eyes never left her. “Oh,” She forced herself to not throw all the handkerchiefs in her hands to his face. “There is no us, is there?” Her response was heartless for both of them and as she began to walk away, he quickly stood up and grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to face him. “You haven’t heard what I said before; I don’t know what’s right or–” “Jesus Christ, who cares what you sa—?” She raised her voice trying to interrupt him but got cut off by him once again. “I care! And you can’t be mad at me for not knowing what’s the best for you!” He exclaimed looking straight into her eyes. “That’s what you don’t understand. I don’t need you to know what’s best for me.” She paused and closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. “I knew what was the best for me” y/n twisted her arm trying to break away from his grip. “You know what,” She raised her gaze from his tattooed arm. “I do believe you are the one who doesn’t know what’s the best for you – not for me. You are afraid of what’s coming … so don’t use me as an excuse.” “Me? Afraid? Really?” He furrowed his eyebrows and rolled his eyes as he slowly left her wrist. “You are constantly afraid, Justin.” Y/N looked down. “I live in Hollywood, I’m followed 24/7 by strangers, all my stories are out there… You have no idea what you are talking about, I thought you knew me better than this.” He scoffed and walked past her.

Now it was her turn to follow him inside the bedroom where he wandering for few seconds as if he was looking for something.  

“You’ve been acting weird for days – God knows for how long you’ve planned to drop me. I’m angrier you are blaming it on me. You are afraid to trust anyone and as soon as you start to have feelings, you get so scared that you freak out and push them away. You’ve done it before.”

He stared at her, his eyes losing sparkles and becoming slowly darker as he folded his arms against his chest.

“I told you I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” He spat without showing any signs of emotion. “And what do you want me to do?”

Silence fell between them as they both stared at each other. “I love you, y/n.”  He said biting the soft skin inside his cheek. Y/N exhaled a deep breath as Justin ran the palm of his hands up and down his face. “What does it mean now? You confuse me by confusing yourself.” “I’ve been told this was the right thing for the both of us – I’ve consumed myself these past few weeks because I don’t want to leave you. And I don’t know if this is wrong because someone else told me that it’s wrong but I just want to touch you right now.” He started walking toward her and once he was inches from her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gently placed his palm on the back of her head. “Just admit you care about me,” she whispered as she inhaled the smell of his cologne from his shirt.

He slowly let her go before he placed both of his hands on her upper arms. She let her gaze down to his arms – the contour of his muscles were visible through his tattoos which was something that always drove her crazy. “Y/N, look at me,” he whispered looking straight into her eyes once she looked up. “I’m completely honest when I say I care deeply about you. You are the finest and most precious woman I’ve never met and the thought of all the pain I caused you pains me as well. The following months won’t be easy for both but –” Justin stopped as y/n’s fingers adjusted his hair on his forehead. “God, all I want to do right now is kiss you.” He whispered closing his eyes and letting his hands sliding down until they reached her waist. “I want to show you how much I enjoy your presence by my side.” “Am I stopping you?” She whispered back placing her hands over his. 

I had in mind a different plot but I ended up with this one and I don’t even know if I like it :\ whatever, you asked for it so here it is! let me know - - I hope you at last appreciate my effort :) athena

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I'M FINALLY WRITING THE F@#! I’M DOING PART 2

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I CANT STOP WATCHING THIS 💦💦💦💦🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 IM UNSTABLE

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You Should Be Here

Ps: This is kinda inspired by the song You Should Be Here by Kehlani & the ending is inspired by the movie 6 Years aka my fave.

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Everyday, almost as if it were a routine, you’d wake up to Justin squeezing and kissing you from beneath the covers. He’d always squeal ‘good-mornings’ and ‘wake ups’ repeatedly since he’d usually have most energy at sunrise. He’d always peck kisses on your tummy, knowing that you were ticklish and giving your entire body goosebumps. You’d break out in giggles every time and he’d love it. A somewhat warming feeling would come out of it, feeling as if you were the most beautiful and prettiest girl in the world waking up with him until something echoed a lack of life.

Every morning recently, Justin would for sure still wake up with you. In fact, right by your side, muscular arms wrapped around your petite frame, muffled snores pulsating against your neck. They wouldn’t really be considered much of a snore though, more of a heavy breathing. But something didn’t seem the same. You both could gossip for hours like best friends throughout the whole morning- unless you had to be somewhere of course, but even that, he’d beg for you to stay in bed. There was almost silence now, which you tried your best to ignore. But sure, you guys would catch up about each other’s day but he’d never be focused and his mind would be set somewhere else, almost like he wasn’t there.

Rolling your body to one side, you groaned as you peaked through the blinds, nothing but clouds blanketing the sky. No beams of sunlight, which was rare. Recently, the weather had been roasting you. You pushed the white covers from your body, trembling at the cold air surfacing your delicate skin before climbing out of bed. Justin wasn’t laid between the sheets, begging ‘5 more minutes babe’, you weren’t expecting it though. He had been out late with the boys, whether it was at the studio or to party or drink.

Grabbing a robe and wrapping it around your body, away from the cold, you made your way downstairs.

“Hey-Good morning,” You greeted, a refreshed smile on your face as you approached Justin. You rose your eyebrows, finding him slouched over the kitchen table whilst eating leftover pizza you had foiled up from last night.

Turning his head, a cold look appeared on Justin’s face, you could see his tired and red eyes almost begging for attention. You shook your head down and ignored, it was probably nothing but late night recording sessions. Justin was fully determined to finish this album and you wouldn’t blame him. The work he used to show you was incredible. You walked to the fridge, grabbing a clear glass and pouring fresh orange juice into it, no longer in Justin’s gaze.

“Hi,” He muttered lowly beneath his breath, hazel eyes meeting yours as he turned his head again, finding you stood behind him, one hand softly kneading his shoulder. He’d be surprised at how much it helps with stress. “y/n, stop.” He spoke bluntly.

“Is everything okay? How come you weren’t home until so late?” You questioned, glancing at Justin and admiring his features as you did. I mean, he was just so beautiful and fetching and you’d fall in love with him even more every day. 

“Yeah.. It was good and I just got caught up in the studio, it was nothing.” He sighed with a shrug as his back rested against the chair, you hands still sat on his broad shoulders.

“Well are you up for grabbing some dinner later?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with his blonde hair, twisting it around your fingers- something you’d do out of boredom. “I booked a place but we can resch-“ 

“No it’s fine, we can go tonight.” He showed a smile before biting into another slice of Margherita pizza. Honestly, you were still somewhat surprised that Justin agreed to a date night, which is so bad but it just barely happens. Unless that includes the squad coming over to chill, which soon turns into continuous movie watching or continuously playing video games all night long. Literally… All night long.

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By 8 O’clock, neither of you were waiting on each other and had arrived at the restaurant booked. You felt Justin’s large hand press gently against your back, through the satin dress as you both entered, dim lights reflecting your face a tanned orange colour. Regardless, the place looked good and extravagant. There was a massive fire place close to the front entrance with huge sofas and a grand piano, which Justin would normally beg to play like a child.

Watching as he pulled out your seat, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before sitting down. “Thanks,” You bit your bottom lip, him tucking your chair in after, yet to show his puppy smile again. His eyes focused more on the ground as he took the seat across from you, clearing his throat. Once seated, there were no words spoken for moments but you would both meet each other’s gaze every now and then.

“So, how’s everything going, tour-wise?” You asked, cracking the seconds of discomforting silence. You rested one hand on the wooden surface of the table whilst the other poured two glasses of water- Justin would probably order a different drink later though. He always did. You knew him too well.

“Yeah it’s fine,” He responded nodding, not an expressive tone in his voice making you sigh again. You thought this whole dinner, meal- date would change things or at least bring you guys closer together than you’ve been lately.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you glanced across to Justin, his eyes were yet to look at you but still looked heavy. You felt bad, maybe he was just overworking himself but that never stopped him before from being affectionate and loving. You both ate in silence, occasionally turning heads as another couple would burst out with laughter, you both looking back at each other and quietly ignoring. Everyone’s conversations but yours filled the room. Justin chewed on his food, blonde hair swinging almost halfway across his sweet face.

You sighed, “Jay.”

Adjusting your seat, you humped to the edge, leaning over the wooden table. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” You cleared the silence, but he was still in another world. He chewed his lips together, making them look stick thin as he looked at the freshly cut flowers, centre table.

“…Justin.” You repeated, scratching two of your nails together, chipping at the grey colour. You were planning to get them manicured and fixed last week but something important in the week came up so it was cancelled. You didn’t really mind though, it was nothing major.

“Mhmm,” He hummed, snapping out of his daydream as his eyes grew slightly bigger, shaping a wide oval.

“So, what’s going on?” You began, repeating yourself another time, before sipping on some water to moisten your throat. You hated to admit but pieces of you had the sick feeling to your stomach that his love for you had changed over the last month. Nothing was the same. Or maybe you were just drifting apart. Either way, you couldn’t fight it anymore or tell yourself it was okay, or that it’ll blow over by next week because clearly it wont. Because clearly, you were to in love.

“Come on, you’re pushing me to a side,” You muttered, swinging your head low, strands of curled hair dropping to your face.

“y/n,” Justin let out a sigh as he brushed his large hand across the back of his neck. You gathered he did that when he was nervous, it was just something you’d catch on to. Gulping on the glass of water, he placed his silver fork down, resting it on the china plate.

“If you’re not going to say much then I will,” You huffed, your two almost sweating hands gripping around the edge of your seat, nervous. “I just feel like slowly, I don’t know, we’re growing apart.” You stated, Justin immediately raising his eyebrows and looking up from his hands, wrinkles forming on his forehead. 

Justin had no indication of anything until you said those words. You waited for response, your eyes wandering back around the room, noticing the smallest details like the tiny painted art work pinned to the walls. “I-I don’t understand,” He spoke in an undertone.

You looked down and exhaled, “Honestly, me neither. But this, all of a sudden, doesn’t seem right.” 

Placing your hand on top of Justin’s, resting them both on the table, you fought to look at him in the eye again. “You can’t do that Justin. You can’t push me to a side like that, to suddenly pay attention to me once I tell you it’s not working.” You continued, saying the words you’d never thought you’d say.

“But I love you, I-I wouldn’t have done any of this if I didn’t love you.” He began to stutter on his words, running hand after hand through his hair- another thing he’d do out of nerves. “We can work this out..”

“Then look at me in the eye…” You started, your heart pulsating through your chest as you looked right at Justin now; something you’d regret later when tears are running down your face.“And tell me that you’re in love with me, that you’re truly in love with me and that you want to spend the rest of your life with me.”

Expecting an immediate response, you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, watching as Justin chewed his bottom lip, tears threatening to spill from his waterline. He scanned your eyes, struggling to look right into them as he usually would. His lips quivered but no words came out, just as if he couldn’t say anything. 

“I’m sorry.” He cried with a shaky breath, looking beneath his lashes, saying something which you refused to believe at first thought.

“Okay, I’m gonna go-” You held a weak guard against your tears. You both were already getting weird looks as it was, let alone if the both of you began to cry. Grabbing your black coat from behind the seat, you stood up and walked away, heels clicking against the wooden surfaced floor.

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make it cute and sad but not TOO SAD U KNOW WHAT I MEAN??

i lowkey want part 2 to be tragically sad 👀 but i’ll try to not 😜

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Why don't you join au week? I love your writing ❣

because i don’t know how it works omg educate me guys i’m a newbie!! lol

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do you have wattpad? if you do, what is it?

i do! my @ is scarbabyy

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THE F@#! I’M DOING PART 2 FOR GODS SAKE

OK!! I WILL TRY TO WRITE PART 2 TODAY. do you want it to be dramatic or romantic? 🤔