#jbau

[thatwettcat]

so, now that the parts of this i was unsure about have been peer-reviewed, have an adventure from the James Bond AU! (i did not think this would be one of my first AU posts on here but i digress)

this particular adventure is the AU's version of "Licence to Kill": Scar is visiting Joel and Lizzie for their wedding and Joel, who is also an agent (though from a different organization to Scar's; i'm thinking Hermitcraft & Empires for this) has just achieved the capture of his career: the leaders of the Heart Foundation (not only do they work thematically with the organization that they're standing in for from the film, this also lets me work with their dynamics with Scar during Secret Life. y'all will see why).

so for a hot second, the plot of this adventure continues as in the movie. namely: Joel gets thrown in a pit of sharks and partially eaten alive. afterwards, Lizzie and Scar, both outraged, start tracking down the Heart Foundation with the eventual help of Cub (Scar's tech guy) and BigB (former member of the Heart Foundation).

the smaller details will mostly be expanded once i eventually write the fic (or in my asks if anyone happens to pose a related question), but i'm keeping the ending mostly similar to the movie so that Scar can have fun with some arson <3

[thatwettcat]

ok, so since my last James Bond AU post seems qualifiable as a hit, i propose: a 'best of' character list!

first and foremost, Scar as James Bond: unholy amounts of charisma, fancy outfits, extensive knowledge of more things than you would expect, and waaay too many near misses. there's maybe something to be said about mischaracterization and loneliness but that. is a rant for another day

next up, Pearl as Alec Trevelyan: this comes with a barely contained rant about how Goldeneye should have ended. for actual reasoning, i drew on Pearl's feelings of betrayal in Double Life, Scarlet Pearl, and some nifty loneliness parallels between her and Scar. (i promise her story ends well)

after that, we've got Mumbo as Le Chiffre: Le Chiffre always struck me as oddly pathetic for a Bond villain for some reason? however, he's also incredibly cunning and very dangerous, so i felt this one fit pretty well

to the surprise of no one, i went for Cub as Q: crazy tech guy, with the added bonus of letting me have old Q and young Q in one character

and finally, this one may be a bit of a stretch, but Jimmy as Francisco Scaramanga: ok hear me out on this one. Jimmy really enjoyed all that murder he got to do in Wild Life, and he often strikes me as a lil guy with a lot to prove. in this case, what better way to prove himself than by taking out someone as well known as Scar?

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Squad Goals Season 3 Episode 23

Justin

My legs feel like gelatin. I’d taken three jets to get to Zayn’s hometown of Bradford.

“I missed you!” Gigi’s bright hazel eyes start to water and I have to wave over her makeup artist before a dribble of black eyeliner reaches her cheek.

“Funny way of showing it” I grumble as the makeup artist stands in front of her, fixing the watery eyes.

“I called Justin. You answered! Half of the time at least…"  She frowns but quickly stops when her makeup artist holds a tube of lipgloss to her lips.

” I didn’t want phone calls Gigs" the artist steps away and our eyes collide. Her’s narrow and brighten.

“No. No, see, you wanted an invitation back into the squad”

“Of cour-” Gigi holds up her glittering engagement ring decorated hand to silence me.

“ it wasn’t up to me Justin. It wasn’t up to anyone except for Rhiannon. As much as we love you we couldn’t do that. You being back in Cali was for the  best” My shoulders droop and I feel petty as hell for bringing out the heavy on her wedding day. It was a good thing I’d bought her like, three blenders.

Rhiannon

“I’m bleeding!” Kylie screeches and sure enough rivulets of Crimson blood start down her legs.

“Oh shit. Is it your period?” She looks at Selena like she’s an idiot before stomping to the adjoining hotel room  restroom and wiping herself off with a few wet tissues.

“No it’s not my period! It’s this fucking dress! The gems and sequins are eating me alive”

“Oh don’t be morbid,” Cara quips. Pulling Kendall’s hair into a high, bouncing ponytail. Kylie sighs and takes a deep breath before pulling me off to the side.

“Why the secrecy? They’re going to eavesdrop anyway” the two of us turn around to look at Cara and Kendall who hastily look away and start whistling.

“It’s about Justin. I didn’t want to make it a huge deal and I wanted you to know what you’re going into” I raise an eyebrow.

“ I’m going into a wedding Kylie, now help me put this crap on” I hold out my dress and she huffs before helping me drape he heavy mix of metal, glitter, sequins, pearls and tulle over my head.

“ I peeped the seating chart Rhi”

“And?” She zips up my dress and starts to fix my straight bobbed hair that’s been laced with a Grecian crown of leaves.

“…And Drake and Justin are sitting next to each other” I teeter a little bit as I step into some gold Jimmy Choos.

“Excuse me?” Cara gasps and then pretends to be having a conversation with Selena and Kendall when I turn to her.

“Gigi didn’t know you two were seeing each other,”

“I told her-”

“She literally didn’t believe it. Zayn told me as much”

“She couldn’t change it? Couldn’t-”

“by that time all the seats were filled” I wish I could sit down, but the material of my dress squeezes around my middle and makes it a tiny bit harder to fucking breath.

“Can Rocky switch with them?” Kylie shakes her head

“I doubt he’d want to…”

“Kylie please for the love of go-”

“Mama!” Zara bounces up and down in her pack n’ play when Gigi enters the room where all the bridesmaids had been getting ready. I decide to drop the situation. She had about 1,000 guests to worry about.

“Hi my little sweetie!” Gigi is in a camel colored silk robe with her veil already in place and A wonder looking Bella carrying her dress behind her.

“This dress weighs 1 million dollars”

“500k. But close sissy” Bella shakes her head and hands it off to an assistant who stumbles with it under Gigi’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Damn. Why didn’t I give you guys potato sacks? You all look hotter than me!” A collective eye roll rushes over the room and then we ambush the bride.

“I’ve worn a potato sack before. I still looked hot” Selena supplies and the group waits for the incoming elaboration. When it doesn’t come Cara begins to tease her.

“Is that Jacky boy’s fetish? Women in potato sacks?”

“Not him. Someone a long time ago” eyes shift over to me and I put my hands up in solid defense.

“I have never fantasized about seeing Sel in a potato sack” she sticks her tongue out and makes an obscene noise that Zara copies immediately and repeatedly.

“Am I really going to do this?” Gigi asks our group hug and the circle closes in tighter.

“ I don’t remember life before Zigi honestly” Cara says and Gigi lets out a watery laugh,

“ me neither. What the hell was I doing?”

“ Fucking around with boys, now you’ve got yourself a mannnnnn” Selena backs away and does a hip thrust that has all of us on the verge of tears.

“ Okay. Okay, help me out this bitch on!” It takes all of us to help Gigi into her dress, and when it’s on there’s not a dry eye around.

“This is so crazy” I whisper grabbing a tissue so my makeup stays on point.

“A good crazy right?” She whispers back and I nod before pulling her into another hug.

“I love you Gigi, you deserve this” I say firmly. Then Cara in a totally Cara fashion yells,

“LET’S GET THIS BITCH HITCHED!” Cheers erupt and I pick up baby Zara and her little flower basket that’s filled with gold leaves in lieu of traditional flowers.

Justin “Is this a joke?” I ask the attendant when I’m directed to my seat. The dude looks rattled and confused as he shakes his head several times.

“What’s wrong Bieber? You too good to sit with me?” Drake puts a hand over his heart and shakes his bearded head,

“You wound me man!” I sigh and try not to fume like Cruz when his mom tells him to nap.

“What’s your game Driz? You got my girl so what’s this all about?”

“I wasn’t trying to sit next to you either man. This wasn’t my idea. I’m not trying to give Rhiannon this type of stress” I suddenly feel defensive.

“ Shit neither was I-”

“Then take a seat” he pats the chair next to him and with a huff I’m seated by his side.

“How’ve you been since Miami? How’s your son?”

“Don’t speak on shit you aren’t familiar with Driz.” Drake holds up his hands in surrender before adjusting his shades. I do the same.

Rhiannon

“I’m going to trip” I say when I peak at the aisle, adjusting Zara in my arms. She coos and reaches for my earrings.

“You’ve never even tripped on stage. Selena on the other hand may trip.”

“You better not trip! You’re holding my baby!” Gigi scolds and I gulp and nod.

“Are we going to trip Z?” I ask her, but she is intent on ripping out my earring.

The music starts to play and I take a deep breath. The flower girl was always first in the procession. So that meant that I would be too since Zara really couldn’t be trusted to walk straight to Zayn.

Justin When I see Rhiannon come down the aisle my heart twists, thumps, and then bursts into five million pieces. She’s glowing. Her face, her dress, her smile, her entire being is glowing.

She walks slowly the whole time encouraging Zara to reach into the little basket and throw out gold flecked leaves and by the time they reach the middle they’ve entranced  the entire audience.

When Rhiannon reaches my section her cheeks heat and she doesn’t take the time to notice me or Drake. The latter seems sort of put off by the lack of attention.

Zayn

I’m about to be the luckiest man in the world. I had the same feeling when Gigi went into labor, but here it is again, tenfold. The woman that I love, the mother of my child, was going to take my last name.

My daughter’s toothy little grin and constant coo of ‘dada’ told me that she was completely aware that something special was about to happen.

“Come here my little love” I say in my voice that’s reserved for Zara. Rhiannon hands her over and her little flower crowned head rests lightly on my shoulder. The crowd loses it.

The bridal music starts to play its rhythmic tune and the audience stands to face my future wife.

“Do you see mommy my little love?” I take Zara’s chubby little hand and point to her mother who’s veil covers her lovely face. Zara points by herself before turning to me with renewed glee patting my tear streaked cheek.

“Mama?” Zara says once a hush settles over the audience and the instruments fade to a low hum.

“It’s mama baby Z!” Gigi says excitedly her veil still in place. I have to keep Zara from tugging at the material much like I’d been wanting too. The orator talks for what seems like hours until finally…

“I do!”

There are  tears from Gigi and I along with  Zara who got quite fussy after our kiss as well as my mum and Gigi’s.

Taking my wife’s hand I start down the aisle and the first thing I notice isn’t Harry who somehow manages to trip ahead of us, but Justin Bieber who’s face is red and streaked with his eyes focused on a certain bridesmaid.

“Are you happy babe?” Gigi whispers among the commotion and I nearly have to pause to grab her face between my palms,

“I’m the happiest man alive” I tell her to which she squeals and kisses me. Harry trips again. This time on the train of my wife’s dress.

- Wedding Party Next-

[1800hotlinebizzle]

I love him but what…

* there is a full video in which he still ignores the girl And continues shopping 😞

[1800hotlinebizzle]

SEVEN Chapter 20

"Justin's using again" my voice is quiet as Kylie's makeup artist lightly contours one of my cheeks. "Shut up," she whispers, scandalized. I nod and suck in my cheeks so Hrush, the artist famed by the Kardashian clan, can guide the brush easier. "Yeah, last night at the club I confronted him in the bathroom an-" "you guys didn't sneak off for a quickie?" I shake my head and Hrush makes a sound of frustration. "Sorry," I mutter and she pats my shoulder understandingly before continuing. "No, he was loaded. Didn't you guys notice?" Kendall looks up from her phone and her eyes catch mine in the vanity mirror. "I knew something was up. I'm not usually around Bizzle enough to recognize the signs. He seemed sort of aggressive though" she goes back to her phone before crossing her legs. She, like me, is clad in a silken pink robe except her's has the word permanent and mine says applicant. Today was my Victoria's Secret Angel audition. "I just noticed he was grumpy, I was pretty off myself because of the painkillers for my lips... Sorry I didn't notice Yaya" she blows me a sympathetic kiss with her new, pouty and full lips. "He can't stop. I asked him to, but he like, physically can't stop the w-" "The withdrawals will tear him apart. That won't make good press." Kylie sighs and sits up in her chair. She was dressed in a cute life adidas getup with a snap back over her choppy black hair. "All press is good press" Kylie insists and Kendall narrows her eyes before rolling them. "Justin Bieber adds cocaine addiction to his growing list of scandalous incidents" Kendall says the words in a newscaster voice and a solid wave of tension clouds the room. "Done! Doesn't she look gorgeous?" The makeup has a minimal effect on my face, my cheeks looked high and hollower and my face had an overall glow. "I told you Hrush would beat your face to perfection" Hrush does a little bow and I smile. I looked bomb. "Nervous?" I shake my head, the curlers resting in my hair clattering against one another and Kylie reaches up to undo each one. "Good. You shouldn't be. You'll be in LA with us in no time, Kenny do you think mom will let us keep her?" Kendall looks at the both of us who are eating hopeful grins and shakes her head. "No, but, this might finally convince mom to let us get our own place" "Wanna be roomies Yaya? I promise I won't leave the toilet seat up. Can't say the same for Justin..." The door opens then and in walks Justin. His pants are leather and sagging and his bright red shoes clash wonderfully with his black V-neck and bright white SnapBack. "What about Justin?" From behind his back a bouquet of pink peonies appears and I reach for them almost greedily, but he holds them away from me with an elusive grin. "Are these for me?" Kendall asks before sauntering over to Justin her long arms reaching for the bouquet. He shakes his head then points towards the door. "No. But those are, I never got you a congrats gift Kenny, that's my bad." A security guard walks in carrying a bouquet of yellow roses and with a gruff sound he hands them off to Kendall who seems satisfied with the gift. "He's a keeper," Hrush notes and I smile tightly seemingly the only one to notice the dark bags under his eyes and how red the veins on his eyeballs are. "Maybe," I say, reaching for the peonies, but he evades me again. "You get yours once you tell me about what you three were gossiping about" I share a look with Kylie as Kendall was too busy smelling her bouquet. "Tell him roomie," Justin raises an eyebrow. " if this modeling thing works out these two crazies are going to force me to move in with them" "not force. She'll be begging to live with us" Justin finally hands me my flowers and presses a kiss to my lips. " Maybe I want her as my roomie" he says his hands wandering into my robe. Underneath I'm wearing a plain pair of black panties and a bra. "You'll leave the toilet seat up!" Kylie quips and Justin starts to loosen the strings of the robe before I beat his hands away and he opts for a hug instead. "I have ten bathrooms. I won't leave the seat up in each one, I haven't even used 8 of them" Kylie looks defeated. I pluck a flower from my bouquet and fasten it in her hair causing her to smile and pull me in for a kiss to the cheek. "Yaya Ventura?" A woman with a clipboard walks in, surveying the room with a timid smile that becomes even more so when she spots Justin. "Yaya?" Justin wonders and I look at him before giving an easy shrug. "It's my model name, Kendall said its more marketable" "like Gigi!" Kendall explains and Justin accepts this with a shoulder shrug, twisting his hat around on his head. "Right here!" I speak up and she smiles handing me a number. "Pin this to your bra strap and then I'll lead you to the runway. The walk starts as soon as the music plays sound easy?" I nod and turn back to Justin, Kylie, and Kendall who are giving me thumbs up and blowing kisses. Even Hrush shows her support by doing a little dance by the makeup table. "Follow me," says the woman and I have do as I'm told. "Deep breaths" she smiles and then pats me on the back and I start down the runway once the overly techno pop music starts to pulse through the base. My robe is dropped and three judges take notes on their clipboards, murmuring to each other and pointing. It was lowkey nerve wracking since when I usually performed I got gazes of lust and admiration. The runway seemed to go on for miles until finally it ended and I was forced to turn on my heel in what I hoped would be a high fashion exit. "I'll be god dammed" Kendall says starting a slow clap with her pale hands, a smile tugging at her pink lips. "What?" Kendall rolls her eyes and hands me my robe I slip it on with a raised brow. "Don't ' what' me! That was damn near perfect! You've practiced?" "Never" "You lie." I laugh and shake my head, but before I can answer I'm being scooped up by two strong and familiar arms. "I can't believe I'm going to be fucking a Victoria's Secret Angel" Justin whispers against my neck before bruising it with a kiss. "Nothing is set in stone" I say honestly, but he squeezes my butt to protest my doubts. "Are you seriously doubting what you did out there?" I bite my lip. "You, Anya Ventura are crazy beautiful and talented, don't underestimate that okay?" I nod and then pull him in for a kiss. "I'm going to go change with Kendall and then meet you at the car okay?" He places a kiss to the top of my head before slapping me in the ass and whistling. Justin Anya walks away with Kylie and Kendall following dutifully behind and I reach into my pocket and palm the clear plastic baggie that rests against my thigh. I take it out and look at it careful not to tear of disturb the fine powder inside. "You need a razor?" I jump at the unfamiliar voice and then to see another modeling contestant shrugging on her robe and walking towards me. After a few moments of silence save for the shuffling through her purse  I take the sharpened razor that she hands me. "Want some?" My offer is genuine. I'd basically taken Dante's entire shipment. There was more hidden in my luggage. She shakes her head. "I have a headshot after this. Keep the razor I've got twenty something" I smile and hold out my hand. "Justin." I say and she holds onto it with a nod and a small grin. "I noticed. I'm Hailey. Hailey Baldwin."

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4 - New Here

The small gathering at Justin's house has turned into a full on rager by the time Blue Ivy Carter arrives. She's a short, petite little thing with curly ink black hair and big red lips. "Bieber! West! Some champagne courtesy of Jay and Yoncé" she pushes a shining gold plated bottle of bubbly into Justin's arms and he takes it before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thanks Blue, it's good to see you, how was Monaco?" She wraps an arm around my shoulder and lets out an exaggerated sigh. "All work and no play, I feel like now I know what's it's like to be a Kardashian" I smile, it's obvious that she and I are good friends. "You wish!" Comes a snarky voice and a thin body squeezing between Blue and I. Kale Kardashian arrives in a sleek black dress, sleeker brown hair, and with an attitude. "Who invited lettuce?" Kale's eyes narrow and she takes the champagne from Justin, and european kisses my cheeks, then Justin's before huffing past Blue. "Your cousin is so fucking Bourgeoise!" Blue says shouts at Kale's retreating form with an eye roll before perking up. "There's my man, if you two will excuse me..." Justin places his arm around my waist and the both of us watch as she saunters over to Bobby at the impromptu DJ booth he'd set up in the living room. His Mac book was hooked up to tall ass speakers and his Beats headphones were hanging around his neck. He spots Blue and reaches for her hand and his microphone. "DJ Dashing here and his lady just showed up!" Bobby bellows and Blue dances her way up to him. "They're pretty cute" I say and I mean it because when she makes it to Bobby he starts to pepper her face with kisses. "You say that every time they link up" Justin says before pulling me close to him and attaching his lips to my neck. "Justin," "yes?" His lips are distracting, but not distracting enough for me not to notice the song playing. "What song is this?" he pauses for a minute before chuckling and slipping his hands into the back pockets of my jeans. "Hurting my feelings won't get you out of this babe. We can go upstairs and be back before anyone misses us, promise." He starts to kiss my neck again, but I'm persistent with my question. "Maybe I really forgot" No maybes. I really don't know who's song this is. Not in this world at least. "You're breaking my heart SoSo," my ears strain to hear the song that, in my dimension at least, is called  - "Jumpman, Jumpman , Jumpman , Jumpman , Jumpman!" A series of people song the chorus and Justin smiles cockily. "You remember it now?" I blink a few times and listen harder. The voice rapping on the ever popular track is not Drake, it's Justin. "What about Drake?" I whisper louder than I mean to and Justin's face scrunches up with confusion. "Drake?" Oh fuck. Does Drake not exist here? Alternate timeline Lane, alternate reality maybe he goes by... "Aubrey, I mean Aubrey." Justin looks around the crowd and then points to Drake who's talking animatedly to Kale and a few others. "What about him?" I shake my head and let out a breath. "SoSo, are you okay? You've been sort of... Weird lately" I nod and take his hand in an effort to lead him towards the rampant flows of alcohol. I needed to get pretty fucked up in order to process the fact that my 'new' boyfriend was The- "Six God! Come give us some bars man!" Bobby ' DJ Dashing' calls into the mic pointing at Justin who looks from me to Bobby several times before I encourage him to go. "Meet me upstairs in my room at midnight okay? This could take awhile" I nod even though I have no idea which bedroom on this massive house is his. Justin jumps up to where Bobby stands on top of a table and flawlessly starts to rap Pop Style. "It always cracks me up that this white kid can sometimes compete with your dad" "Ken shut up we're white and have some sick bars!" "Kylie sit down and never talk again oh my god" Kendall and Kylie Jenner scoot apart from each other on a large red lounge couch and pat the spot in between them. "If it isn't our favorite niece!" My brain tries not to trip over the age similarity of this alternate timeline. Instead I force myself to take a waiting shot of patron before sitting with them. "Favorite?" I press and they both laugh before whispering to avoid attracting the attention of my sister who sits in a chair not too far away making out with Brooklyn. "Don't tell Nori!" Kylie's whisper is actually a yell and North turns her head away from Brooklyn. "What was that Auntie Kylie?" Kylie shudders and rolls her eyes. "Don't call me Auntie. It makes me sound like a thirty something year old who's still trying to ' get down with the kids'"  North smiles an evil grin before speaking again, "sure thing Auntie Kylie" Kylie tosses an ice cube at her but Brooklyn catches it with incredible reflexes. "Damn you Beckham!" Kylie threatens, but Brooklyn is rightfully unbothered before attending to North's lips once more. "Mom has been raging about you all day SoSo" I take another shot and then suck on a lime. "What about?" Kendall flips her blonde hair and raises a perfect eyebrow. "Don't play dumb South, it's not a good look" I smirk a bit before answering, "sorry Auntie Kendall" she shoves a lemon into my mouth and then stomps off, her heels clicking away on the wood floor. "Have you seen Nick anywhere?" "Nick?" Kylie looks at me like I'm stupid and then starts to survey the room. "Curly hair, hot bod, this tall, Jonas Brother" "Jonas Brother?" Kylie presses a hand to my forehead and frowns, "How much have you had to drink?" I hold up two fingers and she laughs. "Such a lightweight!" I laugh, but the thirteen year old girl in me is reeling The Jonas Brothers are together. "There he is, Nick! Come here!" Nick Jonas waves before pushing through the mass of dancing bodies and swooping in to give Kylie a long kiss on the lips. "Hey babe, South" he flashes me a sparkling white smile and I reply with an awkward, prolonged grin. "Don't mind her Nicki she's wasted" Nick laughs and picks Kylie up before sitting down again with her on his lap. "South we talked about this, never get wasted before ten" I snap out of my star struck demeanor and shrug my shoulders, "Can't help myself sometimes I guess," Nick smiles kindly before reaching to tap on North's back. "Keep it PG would you Nori?" North, who's still, quite impressively, making out with Brooklyn flips Nick off before putting the hand back on Brooklyn's face. "Your niece is precious" he says with a scoff and Kylie pats his cheek before pulling him in for a kiss. "I'm going to go see if Justin is done being Run DMC" Nick and Kylie look confused and I shake my head, "Nevermind. I'll catch up with you guys later" Kylie accepts that answer and then turns to make out with Nick. Who's surprisingly handsy in public. "SoSo ask Justin where we can smoke I don't think he wants us doing it in the studio anymore," North says and I shoot a thumbs up before walking back over to the crowd that surrounds Justin. He's stopped rapping and now he's downing a bottle of water I motion for him to come towards me and he grins, hopping down from the table and slicing though the grabby crowd to get me. "Hey," "Hey," "You were great up there" I say and I try to hold the shock from my voice. Justin smiles and pulls me to him, placing a kiss to the crown of my head. "North wants to smoke, but she said you aren't feeling us smoking in the studio?" He nods. "Yeah, it's just that last time people left blunts everywhere and the smell really got to me when I was recording" "Think of a place then text North oka-" Justin puts his hands on my hips and pulls them flush against his own. "Did you forget that we were supposed to meet in my room?" "No," I totally had. "C'mon they can wait on some dank, but I need you" his words ring in my ears and make my stomach swirl. "No one will miss us?" He laughs and starts to pull me up the stairs, "I don't think they will" he gestures around at our friends and the majority of my family who are all around doing different activities. "Okay," I say with a gulp. "Let's go." I'm going to fuck Justin Bieber.

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Justin watches the kids and gets exhausted.

[1800hotlinebizzle]

3 New Here

"Hi baby, how did it go?" I open up the door to the Lamborghini and slide in quickly trying to tame my eagerness and make sure I didn't look too starstruck. "You know work is wo-" I'm interrupted by a pair of soft lips and cool metal. My hands tease the hair that rests at the nape of his neck and with a groan he leans forward, his lips bruising mine until.... "Ow!" I hold my bottom lip with a careful hand and pull my fingers away to find blood. At least it was red in this dimension too. "Fuck, babe! I'm sorry I forgot to take this shit out of my mouth, shit" I use the back of my hand to wipe away the crimson stain and shake my head to let him know that I'm alright. "So your day was good? The magazine is going to launch on time?" I nod and take the time to examine him in entirety as he reverses the car with careful precision. He has short slightly spiked hair, tanned skin, and his skin is decorated with a series of tattoos not unlike the Bieber from my time. "SoSo?" I continue to look at him totally unaware of the fact that he'd been calling my name for some time. "Huh?" He grins and runs a red light. I rest my hands on top of my seatbelt. "I was asking you how long you had for lunch" his hand reaches over and covers mine before lifting it to his lips. My insides twist with anxiety and anticipation. "Oh, I cancelled." Justin lets out a dramatic gasp, still holding my hand and squeezing tighter with each turn of the sports car. "South West you fucking rebel" I shrug and give a small smile. His eyes leave the road and I gasp a little when the icy blue irises focus on me. "What ever will Nana Kris say?" I shrug again and hold up my phone showing him the missed calls and texts from Kris. "It's not to late to change your mind" I shake my head and lean into him. He smells like expensive aftershave and rich leather. "I'll take my chances," I say with a sigh when another call from Kris lights up my phone. "This rebel version of you gets me hot babe" my cheeks burn and I cross my legs and silence my dirty thoughts. He's not your boyfriend! Justin's hand slips to rest on my thigh, squeezing it lightly before rubbing it up and down the expanse of my bare leg. Though technically he is... "W-where are we going?" My voice comes out squeaky and the way that he keeps his hands on my leg doesn't help. "I'm not too busy today. Want to order some Thai and eat it at my place?" "That sounds good, I can hide from my mom and Kris" "I'm harboring a fugitive huh?"  I nod and hang my right arm out the window enjoying the Calabasas air. It sure wasn't the humid hell that was Houston, Texas. Justin speeds through a neighborhood and I clutch my seat when he zooms through a slowly opening gate, nearly ramming into it. "You suck at driving" I admonish. He only laughs and pulls into his garage. The house could almost rival Kimye's but I'm sure that they had a few thousand square feet on him. "You always shit on my driving SoSo. You and Blue constantly fuck with me about it. Really brings a guy down." Fuck me. I know Blue Ivy Carter. Fuck X 2 I probably know Beyoncé. "I'll text  Sherí and tell her to pick up the Thai" a variation of trap and pop music booms through his grandiose house and I'm slightly impressed when he mumbles, "Made that track up this morning." He tosses his keys onto a glass table before walking into the kitchen mumbling about Rosé and Corona.  I nod still focusing on the rifts of music and start to dance to the beat, it's contagious. "This would be so much better if you would dance around in some panties" I turn around and see Justin carrying a champagne flute and a beer bottle I reach for the champagne and down it. You don't know how long this will last Lane. Might as well take advantage. "How long before Sherí shows up?" Justin sips on his beer and moves steadily closer to me. Now the both of us are swaying to his music. "In this traffic? Minutes, hours, and if I say so... Days" his hand slips into the back pocket of my jeans and squeezes roughly. I'm so surprised that I lurch forward on my tiptoes and slosh a little Rosé onto his face. I take his beer bottle and my glass to set them on the table before apologizing. "I'm so sorry!" I try to pull away and search for something to wipe him off with but his hold on my ass doesn't budge. "Clean me up baby," his voice is hoarse and it does things to the area between my legs. He takes his index finger and taps it twice onto my still split lip and with a slight blush I catch the hint. "You sure you don't want a napkin? Way more effective tha-" he adds another hand to my ass and massages it so I'm completely flush against him. With a sudden bout of what I will now call 'South West Courage' I lick the droplets of champagne from his chiseled jawline, moaning for added effect. "Mmm. Tastes better than from the bottle" I whisper, trailing my tongue from his cheekbone to his ear. "That's it," I'm picked up and shoved onto the back of his couch, my legs locked right over his ass and his burgeoning erection resting against my thigh. "Sherí-" "My name is Justin baby," I slap at his chest and he laughs before attacking my neck with bruising kisses. My mind damn near goes blank when he slips a hand down the front of my jeans and into my panties. "Justin," my head falls back when a long finger strokes through my drenched folds and his thumb presses on my clit like an elevator button. "Stay over tonight?" He was so clearly asking South, but I, Lane held some reservations. Was I really going to sleep with Justin Bieber? When he slips a finger inside of me my mind makes itself up immediately. "Yes," and then I'm coming with a rasping cry, pulling him closer by his chains and nearly sobbing into his shirt. The doorbell rings when he starts to grind against me and I'm about to tell him to forget about the food when my stomach lets out a heinous growl. "Are you not eating again So?" Again? I shake my head and give a confident smile. "I skipped breakfast. Didn't want to look bloated for the shoot" I'd heard Kim... Mom say that on an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians and it sounded like something her offspring would say. Justin shakes his head with a disapproving glance before walking to his door. We eat the food straight from the cute little boxes with chopsticks and canned soda in his media room. "How much did Kale get paid for this? I'm asking for a friend" Justin says as my cousin, on my mother's side, appears on the big screen. As Katniss Everdeen. "I mean Jennifer Lawrence made about 10 million so I'm assuming Kale made the same" "Jennifer Lawrence?" I nod and then I want to slap myself. What if she doesn't exist here or something? "Jennifer Lawrence the comedienne? What does she have to do with The Hunger Games?" I shake my head and shrug. "Sorry. What's in this soda?" Justin laughs and tosses a fortune cookie at my face. I'm about to toss three at him when my phone rings. North's face popping up on the screen. "SoSo can we come to Justin's?" I put her on speaker so he can be a part of the conversation. "Come to Justin's for what?" Justin's interest is peaked and he leans over. "To smoke obviously. You know how mom gets when the house smells like dank and dad won't be there to defend us because he just left for Vienna" Justin shrugs and tosses a thumbs up, "I was trying to bang your sister tonight, but I guess you can show up" north makes a noise of disgust. "You're so gross Bizzle. Keep it in your pants alright?" "No promises. Who are you bringing?" " Brookie, Blue, maybe a few of the Jolie- Pitts should I invite Apple?" Justin shakes his head violently. "Um, not this time" "Didn't think so. How about Penelope and her vine buds?" "They're always lit" says Justin and I shrug, "Sure, why not" "I'll bring drinks I know how OCD Bizz is about people in his fridge" Justin nods in agreement and I roll my eyes. "Okay see you later?" "Mhmm. I'll make sure the camera crew stays with mom and the aunties" So KUWTK is a thing here. "Invite Kylie and Kendall" "They might be busy, but I'll ask" we say our goodbyes and then Justin crawls over to me and presses me into the plush carpet of his movie room. "We have some time before everyone starts showing up why don't W-" " DJ DASHING IN THE HOUSE!!!!" Justin rolls off of me with a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. "Bobby I told you that key was for emergencies only!" Justin calls and I realize that my cousin is walking up the stairs. "It is an emergency! I'm bored as fuck!" "Gigi said you were in Greece with Kale" Bobby puts a finger to his lips and makes a shh sound. "Nah. Pops is in Greece, Kale and I slept in and had to lie to Ya girl" I shake my head, "She counted on us B" I say slipping into my older cousin role easily. " I'll send her a flower arrangement. Roses right?" I shrug and scoot over when he plops himself down next to Justin and I. "We should have a party tonight" "North beat you to it, she's making calls." "Alright bet." Then he snatches some Thai food and starts to stuff his face. "You are such a pig" "Takes one to know one West" Justin smacks him on the back of his curly head before we all share a laugh.