#justin imagine

[justinkking]

[lostinthemazecalledmyhead]

“If you would just listen to me for one second.” Justin says pleading. “You would see that this is me trying to be better. I am sorry and I’m doing everything to be a better person.” “Apology accepted.” You say carefully. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles. “Thank you.”

[justauthoring]

Accusations [J.F.]

Request: Can I request a Justin Foley x reader where everyone is convinced it’s the reader and Ani starts asking Justin about the reader and he defends her and believes the reader

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 954

“I mean, who better then you?”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you shake your head at Ani. You could not believe this girl; I mean, who did she really think she was? Butting herself into business that was clearly not hers and assuming things about people... First Jessica and now you.

You clench your jaw, trying to bite back your tears and ignore the many pairs of eyes on you. They’re all looking at you like some sort of criminal, like they don’t even know who are you are. I mean, Clay, a boy you’ve known since you were in diapers is looking at you with such question and doubt and you swear, you’ve never felt like such utter shit before. You just want to curl into yourself and become non-existent, that way, they would stop staring you like this...

“Who do you think you are?” You hiss, eyes narrowing dangerously at Ani. “You don’t know me, you don’t know anything! And who are you to say that--”

“He raped you, didn’t he?” Your lips part at Ani’s blunt statement, shoulders falling as takes a step towards you. If you had felt like you had any control before, you certainly don’t anymore. You suddenly feel small, cornered by this girl and your own friends, lips parting in disbelief. “Hit you? Drugged you? And didn’t he send those photos of you around the school--”

“Ani,” Clay calls, taking a step forward, his brows furrowed in concern. “Come on, just slow down--”

“No,” Ani dismisses him, shrugging her hand off of her shoulder. She keeps her eyes dead on your own, never wavering. “If you did it, Y/N, just admit it and we’ll help you. We want to help you. But we can’t help you if you don’t admit to what you did.”

“Why are you acting like you already know it’s me?” You question, eyes widening in disbelief as your gaze flickers from Ani’s own to Clay. “I mean, what proof do you have that it’s actually me?”

Ani turns to Clay, and he frowns. “We heard about how he confronted on your way home from school that one day, tried to--”

Clay is suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. All three heads snap in the direction of the door, finding Justin who halts in surprise at the sight of you three. At first, he’s just surprised, but then confusion slowly fades into his expression when he takes in the situation before himself. The hostile atmosphere, the concern on Clay’s face, the determination in Ani’s own and the way you stand there, curled into yourself, tears in your eyes, clearly upset.

Justin instantly knows somethings wrong.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“J-Justin,” Clay stammers, taking a step towards the boy. But before he can begin to explain, Ani speaks up.

“Y/N killed Bryce.”

Your lips part in disbelief, eyes widening.

Justin’s expression mimics your own, however, instead of tears, there’s just anger. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Justin bellows, rushing forwards you. He moves towards you, meeting your eyes briefly before stepping in front of you, a tactic to block you from the scrutinizing eyes of Ani. He glares at her a moment before turning to Clay; “Clay, what the hell is this? Some sort of interrogation?”

“No, it’s just, we... we just--”

“You just what?” Justin interrupted harshly, “jumped to some fucking conclusion?”

“Bryce raped her.” Ani states again, just as bluntly as before. You can’t help it, but you flinch at her words. “He beat on her, sent that photo of her around school. She has the motive to do it. And then, Bryce confronted her a little bit ago after school, trying to apologize. From what I heard,” Ani’s eyes drift back to you, “it didn’t end well.”

“It didn’t end well because the asshole raped her,” Justin reminds, voice pitching in anger. “I mean, what the hell are you guys even thinking? Bryce didn’t a lot of shitty things to a lot of people, and just because Y/N was one of them, doesn’t mean she’s the one who killed him.”

“It doesn’t explain where she was the night he went missing.”

You finally step forward, “I was with Justin if you must know. I was still upset about Bryce confronting me, he calmed me down.”

“Justin?” Clay questions.

“Fuck, Jensen,” Justin scoffs, “she’s telling the truth.”

Clay turns to Ani, who still seems doubtful. “Ani,” Clay calls, pulling her attention on him. “Justin’s right, we were crazy to think it could be Y/N.”

She hesitates, “i’m... i’m sorry, I just--”

Justin moves towards you, placing his arm around you. “I think it’s best you leave.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Clay offers, obviously still feeling guilty. He turns to you, “i’m... i’m sorry, Y/N. It was wrong of me to accuse you like that.”

“It’s fine,” you whisper, avoiding his gaze. “Don’t worry about it.”

One more guilty look Justin’s way, Clay pulls Ani away.

Once they’re gone, Justin turns to you. His hands fall on your cheeks, cupping them. “Are you okay? Jesus, shit, you should’ve texted me. I would’ve stopped them a lot sooner.” Justin rambles, shaking his head, “I mean, I knew Ani was... determined, but I didn’t think she’d go after you like that. And fuck, I didn’t know she was being such a bad influence on Clay and...--”

“Justin?”

Justin halts his ramblings, meeting your eyes.

“You believe me right? Believe that I didn’t kill Bryce?”

“Of course,” Justin says without doubt, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.. “Without a doubt I believe you.”

And something about that makes you feel a whole lot better.

-

Let me know what you thought?

[britishvamps]

Sway

Prompt: 4. Please I just... really need space right now

*Kind of a short one but here ya go.*

Requested: Yes Member: Justin Bieber Warnings: Cheating, swearing, angst 🤷‍♀️ Word Count: 673

Everyone believed that being a celebrity was a walk in the park because of the pictures and videos that were spotted around the internet without knowing the amount of hard work it took for them to have the opportunity to be in that position. And it seemed for Justin and (Y/N), they were about to have a ride in a roller coaster they didn’t plan on getting on. With the constant talk about whether Justin was cheating on (Y/N) or not had really driven the couple into a state of consistent arguing or just flat out ignoring one another until finally they both snapped.

Now, it may been the distance that made it harder for you to trust him. Distance 7was hard, long and definitely terrifying. It constantly left a void within the both of you and neither one knew how the other would respond to feeling and filling the void. It used to be easier in the beginning when his schedules and tours were shorter and speaking to each other through a screen appeared to be fun and exciting. But, that didn’t last long. Now, it seemed you both craved for something more... lasting. A kiss, an embrace, anything. 

“(Y/N), I can’t even leave without you wondering if I’m cheating on you or I’m at another girl’s house for fuck’s sake!” He yelled. One simple question lead to an argument that would soon lead to him storming out, once again. “Justin, I only asked where you were going, why is that such a big deal?!” You yelled back, hands running themselves through your hair as the screaming match continued, until finally... “Whatever, I’‘m leaving.” He said as he grabbed his keys and walked out of the door, leaving you alone in the house as the slamming of the door still echoed faintly in the house.

Hours passed and you were now unable to stay awake waiting for when Justin would return so you fell asleep alone once more with his side of the bed remained untouched as he had slept in the spare room the night before. The sounds of keys and loud rustling had awoken you when you finally are flooded with light as he flipped the switch in your bedroom, messily trying to remove his clothes. “Justin... What time is it?” You groaned as the smell of a distillery came from him with small grunts and groans as he failed to remove his shirt and bumped into the wall.

When he had finally managed to slip into bed was when you noticed them. Small red marks trailed along his neck going further down to his chest. Giving him a slight shove caused him to be alert of your presence. “What the hell (Y/N/N)?!” He yelled, rubbing a hand over his face, still clearly drunk. “No, what the hell Justin? What are those on your neck?” You shouted back, pointing to the left side of his neck as he walked to the mirror lazily, a silent ‘fuck’ escaped his mouth. “You cheated on me and then had the audacity to come back here.” You continued, shoving at his chest. Your breathing speeding up as he seemed just as furious as you. “Look...” He sighed, running his hand over his face. “(Y/N)... I can’t even remember this happening and as dumb as it sounds, I was drunk.” He says, trying to walk closer to you but you put your hand out, stopping him in his tracks. “You ne- you need to leave.” You forced out, almost laughing at the situation. There were so many warning signs but you ignored them, thinking it was the media twisting stories like they usually do. “(Y/N/N)...” He started but was ct off by you pushing him further towards the door. “ Please I just... really need space right now. Just go, Justin.” You choked on the words as you watched him pick up his jacket and left the bedroom, the hasty pattering of his feet echoed before the sound of the front door slamming quickly followed.

[chocafe]

— justin as your best friend ࿐ ࿔

[theworldofimagines]

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked annoyed and calm, which made you even more uncomfortable. You wanted him to yell and scream.

“I didn’t realize early enough and I handled it myself. And I thought you would do something stupid.”

“I will.... just... fuck.”

[xukunstellation]

open wounds; the fighting. [chapter 1.2]

summary: the worst part about falling in love is how much it hurts. they say time heals all wounds, but the scars left behind never really go away.

» the fighting: 1.1 // 1.2 // 1.3

» the break up: 2.1 // 2.2 // 2.3

» moving on: 3.1 // 3.2 // 3.3

Warning: mild cursing, mentions of alcohol

↬  huang justin.

Saturdays were easily your favorite day of the week. You rejoiced in the fact that you were able to sleep in well into the afternoon and stay up into the late hours of the night without having to dread going to work the next day. It was a day for you to let loose and have fun away from the stressful motions of your life.

Unfortunately, you were not having it this Saturday.

You had woken up feeling like a complete wreck. Although you had gotten at least a solid nine hours of sleep, your energy levels were low as if you hadn’t have slept at all. Your muscles ached every time you tried to move. The palms of your hands felt sweaty even though slight chills engulfed your entire being. Wincing, you frequently had to close your eyes for a moment every now and then to calm the reoccurring headache pounding against your skull.

This, of course, couldn’t have come at worst time considering you had promised your boyfriend, Justin, that you would hang out with him. Your schedules had finally matched up between his promotions and your classes. Based off his excited voice on the phone the previous night, you knew how excited he was for today. You didn’t have the heart to cancel on him because you were feeling under the weather (though that was an understatement since you felt like shit).

Rummaging through your medicine cabinet, you mentally cursed at yourself. You stared at a medium bag of cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, a pack of band-aids, some gauze and other miscellaneous medical things. It looks like you didn’t have any kind of pills or medicine to help your symptoms at the moment. You’ll have to pick some up later. Sighing, you figured you could deal with the pain for a couple of hours for Justin’s sake.

The knocking of your front door was brought to your attention. As you opened the door, to your confusion you were met with no one. Peaking your head out, you saw Justin leaning against the wall while looking at his phone in an attempt to look cool. If you had the energy for it, you would have rolled your eyes in amusement.

“Miss me?” he smiled smugly.

“Do I know you?” you playfully responded with an eyebrow raised.

Losing his cool facade, he reverted to the adorable boy you loved as he whined, “Aw, that’s so mean! I come all the way here and you treat me like this?”

Laughing lightly, you ushered him into your home and hugged him with what little energy you had. “I missed you, dork.”

He immediately returns your hug, squeezing you more than you could tolerate but you forced yourself to smile. You saw how happy he was to hold you. Holding you at an arms distance, he took a good look at you still in your pajamas and no makeup on.

Justin tsked, “Have you been lazing around all day before I came?”

“When am I not?” you shrugged.

“True, but not today! Your wonderful boyfriend has planned an amazingly fun date at the arcade today! I heard they brought in new games to play,” he informed, stars sparkling in his eyes.

A heavy weight pulled at your chest at the thought of having to go out. You almost forgot how much Justin liked to go out for your dates. The pounding in your head and the chills you were feeling caused you to clench your fists behind your back so Justin wouldn’t see.

Timidly, you asked him, “Is it okay if we just stay in-”

Cutting you off mid-sentence, he shook his head, “Nope, you can’t keep living like a sloth at home all day. That’s such a boring thing to do.”

Something about his words stung you. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you implying that I’m boring?” you interrogated.

To your annoyance, he merely grabbed a soda can from your fridge and took a sip. “All I’m saying is that there are so many better things to do than stay home all the time like you do. Why do you think I’m always the brain of planning out our hangouts?” he replied casually.

“That’s because you never let me have a say in any decision! We’re always doing whatever you want to do or else you pout and complain all the time!” you glowered, feeling your throat begin to dry.

“Then, why do you go along with everything I say if it bothers you so much?” he yelled back, clearly offended by your words.

“Because you don’t give me a chance to explain! You’re so stubborn that you refuse to listen to what I have to say,” you retorted, throwing up your arms in exasperation.

“You say that as if you actually make good decisions.”

↬  lin yanjun.

You knew something was wrong the moment Yanjun’s manager called you and asked to meet alone at the company. Considering you and Yanjun had been dating for well over a year now, even before he joined Idol Producer and debuted in Nine Percent, it came as a complete shock when his manager demanded you the words you prayed you’d never hear from him.

“I’m sorry, but the company has instructed that you terminate your relationship with Lin Yanjun, effective immediately.”

'Terminate’. You wanted to laugh at that. They made it sound as if your relationship with Yanjun was some sort of signed agreement when it wasn’t like that at all. You both cared for each other. Furthermore, you were confused as to why the company was suddenly forcing you two to break up after a year of being together when they had previously okay’d it as long as the public didn’t find out. As far as the public is concerned, they had no idea that Yanjun had already set his eyes on one person: you. 

“The last thing that Yanjun needs is a distraction or a scandal.”

Ouch. You took offense from this statement here. His manager was blatantly calling you a distraction when all you’ve ever done for Yanjun was support him. You understood that Yanjun was at the prime of his career, so you always encouraged him to focus on performing, even going as far as prioritizing his career over your relationship at times. 

You also understood the severity that a scandal would cause on Yanjun’s career, which is exactly why you and Yanjun were extremely careful at keeping your relationship under wraps via disguises whenever you were out in public together or meeting up either at his company or at the dorms where either he or the other boys would sneak you in. Seeing that it’s been over a year and you still hadn’t been caught, you’d say you both were doing an amazing job at keeping your relationship private.

“He’s a star and living his best life on the stage.”

You agreed. All of the stars in the night sky paled in comparison to the star that was Yanjun on stage. You never wanted to forget the passion that burned in his eyes, the charisma that oozed from his aura, or the way lyrics flowed from his lips like honey or sharp bullets. He fell in love with music before he fell in love with you. Music was his first love.

“You don’t want to ruin that for him, do you?”

Those words echoed like a dark mantra in your mind. It was these words that made you question your existence in your boyfriend’s life. Without a doubt, you loved Yanjun and you also had no doubt that he loved you too. But with each passing day, you watched as he grew more and more popular. People were recognizing him every time he went out, making it hard for you to see each other lately. With all the advertisements, tv appearances, and tour, he had to dedicate his all into being an idol. If word got out that he was dating you, it’ll all be over for him before he can even blink. Were you willing to risk it all for your relationship?

No, you painfully thought. 

There was no way you’d let yourself be the reason for Yanjun’s downfall if word got out. You’ll never forgive yourself if all of his hard work went to waste all because you wanted to selfishly keep him for yourself. If breaking up with Yanjun meant he could continue doing what he loved, so be it. You told yourself to break up with him the next day.

But you couldn’t do it. No matter how much you internally screamed at yourself to finish the deed, your heart would always betray you. So, you did the second best thing. You ignored him. You did everything physically possible to cut off contact with him, which included denying his calls, refusing to read his texts (or any of the other boys’), and even detouring your normal route to places that you normally went to avoid meeting him. 

“...(Y/N)?”

Unfortunately, you seemed to have taken the wrong route because standing in front of you was the cause of your anguish.

“Yanjun...” you breathed, standing on the sidewalk a few feet across from him.

Despite the dim warm light of the street lamp, you can clearly make out the various expressions that crossed his face. First was surprise, as if he was hallucinating that you were really in front of him. Second was realization. When he saw that it was really you, he instantly strided to you and held you firmly to his chest.

“Do you understand how fucking worried I was? You haven’t been answering any of my-”

To his shock, you harshly pushed him away, making him stumble back a few steps from the sheer force of your strength. By looking away to the ground, you missed the way his eyes flashed with confusion and hurt.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not a child. Did you stop to think that maybe I didn’t want to hear from you?” you icily said.

Yanjun stared at you in disbelief. He slowly processed your words before angrily replying, “What’s wrong with you? What the hell did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything!” you yelled, shaking your head violently.

That was the worst part. He didn’t do anything to you besides love you.

You didn’t want to do this.

“Then, why are you avoiding me?” he shouted, running a hand through his hair in distress. “There obviously is something wrong here because-”

“Because I don’t love you anymore!”

But you had to.

↬  zhu zhengting.

The bass of the EDM track being played in the club boomed, causing the room to vibrate by the sheer intensity of the sound. Red, green, blue and white strobe lights flashed across the room. A mass of hot bodies grinded against each other on the dance floor.

You along with your boyfriend, Zhengting, and your group of friends were all happily cramped in your own private booth. With a cheer, you all clinked your glasses together and toasted to the birthday of one of your girl friends. While your rowdy friends all drowned their shots, you and Zhengting sipped on your drinks. Zhengting was the designated driver for the day, so he opted for water. Meanwhile, you weren’t looking to get wasted and was perfectly content with your strawberry-rose spritzer. 

“(Y/N)! Zhengting!” the birthday girl named Xuanyi called out. “Let’s go dance!”

With a smile, you shook your head and politely declined, “I think I’m going to sit this one out.”

She shrugged, turning to Zhengting. “What about you?”

“I think I’m going to stay back and keep her company,” he replied.

Xuanyi sighed dreamily and looked at the two of you in envy. “How romantic. The two of you were basically made for each other. When will I find the perfect man for me?”

Just as she said that, an attractive male walked up to her and asked for a dance. You and Zhengting laughed as she happily accepted his invitation. Watching all of your friends saunter off to the dance floor, you were left alone with your boyfriend.

“You didn’t have to stay here with me. You could have gone and danced with them,” you said, feeling a little guilty.

Zhengting shook his head and lightly pinched your cheek, earning him a light swat on the hand from you. “It’s alright. How could I possibly leave you alone in a place like this, especially when my only dance partner is you?” he responded.

Despite the cringe, you couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness. “I don’t know about that. Your impromptu dance stage with Eunki back in Produce 101 was pretty iconic.”

“You know what, you’re absolutely right. Do you think he’s here right now? I might leave you to go ask him to dance.”

“Make sure to ask for his number.”

“I-...That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

He pouted at you as you teasingly winked at him. No matter how many times he insisted he wasn’t cute, you were convinced that cuteness ran in his blood though he did have his manly moments. You loved a man with duality.

“(Y/N)?”

Turning your head to the sound of whoever was calling you, you nearly dropped your drink as you met eyes with Ruojian, otherwise known as your ex. You hadn’t seen him in quite some time, so to bump into him in the middle of the club came as a shock to you. From the looks of it, he still looked as handsome as he was when you broke up. He was about a head taller than you. His raven hair was styled into a mid fade. The style of his clothes was chic casual, though he decided to throw on a black bomber jacket to make his outfit more club appropriate. Your heart uneasily wavered at the way his chestnut brown eyes gazed at you fondly.

“Ruojian,” you managed to utter out. “What a surprise to see you.”

He nodded slowly, “I think it’s been a little bit over a year since I left.”

An unsettling weight rested in Zhengting’s stomach as he watched the two of you exchange words. Who was this guy? As if hearing his thoughts, you slipped your hand into his in what he believed was a reassuring manner. Little did he know, you did it more so as support for yourself. Although he was suspicious, Zhengting had to remember his manners.

“Ruojian, was it? I’m Zhengting, (Y/N)’s boyfriend. How did you meet them?” he asked with a small smile, doing his best to remain polite.

For a moment, Ruojian’s eyes flickered with what he thought was hurt, but was gone in a blink. Turning to look at you, he smiled sadly and responded, “We used to date back when we were in high school. Unfortunately, we had to break up because I got offered to study abroad in America. I’m currently on break, so I’m visiting home. I didn’t expect to bump into her, much less at a club.”

“I was worried about whether she’d be okay when I left. It looks like I have nothing to worry about since she has you now, huh?”

You remained silent, unable to process the soft look in Ruojian’s eyes mixed with the pain hidden behind them. Why did you heart hurt so much?

Zhengting’s words brought your attention back to the conversation. “She’s in good hands. There’s nothing to worry about as long as she’s with me,” he stated, his words holding a tiny edge to them that you were able to pick up.

Ruojian nodded with a bitter-sweet smile. “I’m glad. I guess I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”

As he took a few steps away from you two, you suddenly called out to him. “Ruojian!”

Catching both him and Zhengting by surprise, Ruojian tilted his head to indicate he was listening.

“I-I’m glad that you’re back. Take care of yourself, ok?” you stuttered.

He looked at you with wide eyes before chuckling. He shouted back, “Thank you.”

You watched as he slipped his way through the crowd of people. Seeing him after all this time brought back memories you thought you had forgotten. Neither of you wanted to break up when you did. You were very much in love with him but you knew a long distance relationship wouldn’t work for you both, so you broke up on good terms. He had been a near perfect boyfriend for you and you experienced many firsts with him, including him being your first love. But that was all in the past.

A voice called out to you, barely catching your attention over the sound of the blaring music and from your trip down memory lane. Shit. You completely forgot you were standing right next to your boyfriend. His face was unreadable and devoid of any emotion. 

“You still love him, don’t you?” he asked.

You should’ve had no hesitance answering. After all, Zhengting was your boyfriend. Your heart belonged to him now.. right? Your body betrayed you, your hand slipping from his own and your throat tightening and suffocating your words from being said.

Zhengting scoffed at you. His hands fell to his side lifelessly. Your silence was enough of an answer for him. He turned on his heel and walked away from you.

“Zhengting, wait! It’s not what you think!”

But it was too late. Your words fell on deaf ears as he exited the club.

[moonlightsong]

(GIF Source: @13reasons-13truths )