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I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

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They Don't Know (Mature)

My cheeks are becoming hot. I can feel them buzzing and I’m sure if Justin moves any closer to me (which I’m certain he will) he’ll be able to feel the heat radiating off them.

“Just lay back,” he whispers, giving me one last glance before his lips graze across my stomach; they’re wet and warm and cause my insides to do flips. “Let me take care of you.”

The bed is unfamiliar but I can smell Justin’s cologne mixing with his natural scent. I let myself fall back onto the sheets and sigh softly.

“Your skin is soft,” I hear him whisper while his fingers rub my hips, just above my underwear. “You’re so beautiful.”

I watch as he wraps his slender fingers around the material of my underwear, a face filled with concentration as he does so, and teasingly pulls them down.

Once they’re discarded to the floor, a glint of excitement passes through Justin’s eyes as I watch him, it only excites me more.

“I want to take my time, I want to make you feel every little thing,” he murmurs before, to my disappointment, moves up my body.

“You know we have a busy day tomorrow,” I grin, stretching to look down at him.

“I don’t mind falling asleep during interviews if you don’t,” he says before pressing his lips against my shoulder.

Gently, his fingers trail up my waist until they’re under my arms. By the way his eyes are burning into my chest, I can guess what happens next.

He moves closer, so close I can feel his breath colliding with my nipples. I hum softly.

It isn’t long before his lips are latched around my left nipple while his right hand gives my right equal attention. He imitates my hum and sends vibrations through every inch of me.

Without telling me, my body manages to arch up into Justin’s touch. I get the feeling he’s pleased by this because a soft growl forms at the back of his throat.

“Does that feel good? I adore when your body responds to me.”

I take my lip between my teeth and bite down a hard, causing it to sting.

Justin continues to work on my nipples, making me cry out with pleasure that keeps finding its way into the deepest parts of my body. I find myself both pulling him closer to me and pushing him away.

“I think you need more,” he tempts me, adding a tone to his voice that drips like hot, melted chocolate. Just as he finishes his words he starts to kiss down my chest and across the surface of my stomach. My heart leaps with excitement while my hips stir with anticipation.

Once his lips are level with my hips, I’m sure I’m no longer able to stand the desire I can feel building. I want to cry out in frustration.

“Feel the way my fingers are tracing your thighs, feel my breath on your clit, feel my touch burn into you,” Justin said in a tempting tone.

I did just that. The simple acknowledgment of Justin’s actions and his touch manages to bring an entirely new sense of pleasure.

“Justin, please,” I whisper, and I’m sure if I look down I’d be able to see a proud grin on his lips.

“I’m here to please you tonight so I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he replies and sends a wave of relief through my body.

He doesn’t say anything else. His lips pecked the insides of my thighs before his tongue started to dance up and down my clit, giving me a burning pleasure. Looking down, I can see his eyes watching me as he does it. 

I grip the sheets tightly in my hands and push my hips up to meet his mouth. Justin takes my actions happily and meets me in the middle; I almost squeal at the sudden rush.

Pushing me further to where I want to be, he wraps his lips around my clit and continues to swirl his tongue around in every direction. His mouth is hot and a shiver trickles down my spine.

****

Justin is sat next to me, his hand thrown over the back of my chair. I chance a glance and see him already looking at me, he smiles before looking away.

“So, working close together for a long period of time, does that ever get tiring? Are there times when there’s disagreements?” the interviewer, Chelsea, asks.

“Uhm.” Justin and I look at each other. “I think sometimes we get tired and cranky, and that can lead to one of us taking it out on the other, but it’s nothing serious, nothing that we hold against each other,” Justin says, looking over at me as I nod in agreement. “We love each other, we don’t argue as much as people might think.” He laughs and I smile up at him.

I watch him speaking, taking in the way his face changes when he speaks and the hand gestures he uses. I lick my lips absentmindedly before looking back to the interviewer as she nods along.

“He says that, but if we’re not making music, we’re bickering, usually because this one’s needy as shit,“ I smile innocently, nodding.

“See this? This what I have to deal with. Abuse.” Justin shakes his head, pretending to cry. Seconds later, he brings his head up and laughs to himself.

“The media can stir a lot of facts and twist them into rumours, as I’m sure you’re aware,” the interviewer starts. “How do you deal with that?”

“We don’t,” I whisper, laughing to myself and Justin glances over, grinning.

“We try to ignore them,” Justin says and I interrupt.

“But when it’s, when it’s something completely ridiculous, it’s kinda hard to ignore it, you know?” I say, and I can see Justin leaning his elbow on the chair, watching me.

“Like what?” the interviewer asks. “What’s the craziest rumour you’ve ever read about yourself?”

Justin and I look over at each other. “Uh, that’s difficult,” I laugh. “There’s that one, I can’t remember where I saw it, that you’re, like, secretly a lizard. Something you wanna tell us, Jay?” I grin to the camera and back to Justin.

“I don’t know what to tell you, except that it’s true, I’m a lizard, and [Y/N] does have a penis. It’s all true. We’re tired of living a lie. Right, [Y/N]?” He looks over at me with a sad expression. “It’s okay,” he whispers, taking my hand. “They deserve the truth.”

I suppress a smile and nod, looking at the camera while the interviewer laughs. “One thing we do; know, Justin Bieber is an idiot, you heard it here first.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“True.”

“Anyway,” Chelsea says, laughing at us as I grin at Justin. “There’s a certain rumour that I don’t think you guys are able to get away from,” she hints and my heart skips a beat and I can be almost certain Justin’s does the same. We nod for her to continue. “There’s fan accounts, YouTube videos of proof, ship names; you name it, it’s out there somewhere, there’s this idea that the two of you are in a relationship.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and look down at my lap while Justin nods “Yeah, we’re aware,” he chuckles.

“Anything you want to clear up?” she digs a little deeper.

“Uh, I think, I think people can believe what they want, you know? I think there’s always going to be some kind of rumour or speculation that we don’t really look into, we just, you know, create music and do what we love and that’s all we really can do,” I say while feeling the tension rising between Justin and I.

“And, I mean, obviously there’s no truth to it but I also think it’s not hurting anyone, we aren’t bothered by what people say or think and we’re just happy to create music,” Justin smiles and nods towards the woman, to which Chelsea does the same.

“Everyone has something they believe,” I say and shrug, Justin grins.

“So, who’s single? You’re both single, right?” she asks, smiling at the two of us.

“Uh, yeah, both single and ready to mingle,” Justin smirks, raising his eyebrows at the camera. My smile falters as I twiddle my fingers.

“What do you look for in a girl, and a boy?”

“Uh, I like someone who’s fun, you know? A girl you feel you can talk to and know they’re there, but also someone who’s chill and can just relax and have a good time,” Justin says before his head snaps to my direction. “C'mon, [Y/N], spill the details.”

“I think someone who you can joke with, someone who’s not too serious at all times, you know, not building a wall all the time. Someone you feel you connect with.” I shrug, smiling bashfully.

“Well, that’s good to know,” Chelsea smiles and I see Justin grin.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asks, sending a wink in her direction. “I’m just kidding,” he laughs.

“Now, what can we expect from you guys next?”

****
I walk behind Justin and the crowd pushes up against us, flashing lights cause me to throw a hand in front of my face. Being pushed and shoved means I’m falling into bodies, but I don’t have time to apologise. I follow Justin’s footsteps until a bodyguard is pushing me towards a different car.

The paparazzi are shouting profanity and asking absurd questions, they mix with the screaming fans.

“You can’t go with him, different vehicles,” he mutters and changes my path. I see Justin looking behind him to find me, but he’s pulled into the car in front.

Once I’m in the car, the shouts are somewhat muffled and I feel as though I’m underwater, I take deep breaths to keep my breathing steady.

I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and I pull it out to see an incoming call from Justin. I answer immediately without having to think. The driver starts up the car.

“Hey,” he whispers softly. “Are you okay? You got taken to another car, right?”

“Uh, yeah, the one behind yours.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Is it?” I ask.

He sighs deeply and I can imagine the stress showing on his face. “No, of course not, I just mean- I didn’t like the idea of you still being out there.”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t like this either.”

“Don’t apologise, please. This is none of your fault. That’s the power of management for you, huh?” I say, running a hand through my hair, looking out of the window to see rain falling gently. Traffic lights look like stars through the blurred and tinted glass.

“When we get back to the hotel, we’ll talk, okay? Get it all off our chest.”

“Talking isn’t gonna do anything, Justin. Nothing can change the fact that I can’t tell the world that I love you and it’s hurting me.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds before I hear him let out a shaky breath. “I know. I love you so much.” There’s silence afterwards; I don’t know what to say. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you, princess,” he says and my heart aches in my chest.

“I love you, too, baby,” I say and pull the phone away from my ear. I see the photo of Justin and I that we took just last week on my background. I spend the rest of the drive staring out of the window.

****

“I can’t believe this, LOOK how in love they are!!”

“It’s heartbreaking to see what they’re having to hide from the public eye. It’s so obvious that they’re dating.”

“Look how jealous [Y/N] gets when Justin flirts with the interviewer, it’s actually painful to watch”

“the tension and awkward silence when they’re asked about the dating rumours makes me cringe so hard”

“This breaks my heart.”

****

“They all know. Have you seen all the comments?” I ask Justin as I pace the hotel room. Justin is sprawled across the bed. “It’s so obvious, it makes me cringe.”

“I know, I know,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip. I lick my own. “But what can we do? Ignore management and confess we’re dating just because everyone is convinced we are?”

“What’s the point in hiding it when everyone knows? People look into every interview, every picture, everything we say, and they’ve got it worked out, Justin.”

“I know-”

“And I’m sick of having to keep my distance from you and having to get permission from people to hug you when we’re at award shows, or having things cut from interviews because it might be too suggestive! I’m tired of it,” I snap, feeling my eyes watering. I bite my tongue to stop myself from letting out a choked sob.

“I know, [Y/N],” Justin says and quickly stands up, taking me in his arms. “We’ll take to management, yeah? Tomorrow.”

I shake my head. “They’re gonna tell us the same thing. Nothing’s gonna change, Justin.”

“Look at me,” he mumbles and I do as I’m told. “I think, even if we can’t show our love in public, we can be thankful that every night we get to be together. I’m so lucky to have you, even if it is just for the night.”

“It’s not fair-”

“Listen to me,” he says. His palms press against my cheeks, his fingers brushing my neck.

“A part of me thinks it’s fun, you know? Sneaking around can be fun, the idea of no one knowing, I’ll admit that. Other times, it’s just tiring, it’s like, sometimes I just want to hug you and kiss you when I want to.”

“[Y/N].”

“Justin.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, but-”

“No ‘buts’-”

“You have a nice one,” I mutter, smirking when Justin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“Thank you,” he says, “but I want you to listen, okay?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re right, it isn’t fair. We shouldn’t have to hide, but I promise, one day the world is gonna know about you and me, and they’re going to support us because as you can see, the world is already backing us without even knowing what we have is truly real. We have so much support, [Y/N], and one day we can love each other without having to hide. I promise.”

I found comfort in Justin’s words and didn’t waste time in showing him. My lips pressed against his and his arms lifted my up. It wasn’t long before we were laid across the bed and painting our love with our bodies.

You Okay?Part 2.

Plot: Y/n taking Justin to hospital.

Part One

“Y/n if you keep staring at me, we won’t make it to the hospital in one piece.” Justin chuckled looking at worried Y/n’s face.

Y/n completely ignored his comment. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need to puke again? I mean we have like, five minutes till we get to the hospital.” Y/n said, checking on Justin.

“Babe, I am okay, I will make it to the hospital. They will probably say it’s because of stress.”

Y/n nod her head and the rest of the ride was silent.

Minutes later they were in front of the hospital and Y/n helped Justin out of the car.

Justin stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, waiting for stomach to decide whether he will throw up again, or not.

Once he was sure he won’t puke again, Y/n and Justin pursued into hospital. The lobby was empty, the whole hospital looked like it fell asleep.

Just as they were about to sit down, the doors of Justin’s doctor opened, and elderly man greeted them with a smile.

“C’mon in Mr. Bieber and Miss Y/L/N.” Dr.Grayson said and led them into his ordination.

There was only one chair next to doctors table, and Y/n made Justin sit down, while she stood behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

She could feel his shoulders were tensed, which lead to a conclusion that he was in a lot of pain, lot more that he was going to admit.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr Bieber?”

“I came home from studio early, because I had this bad headache and stomach ache. And when I came inside, I just felt dizzy, that’s when Y/n took me out, to catch some fresh air. About two hours later I threw up, and then we went to sleep, and half an hour ago it woke me up again, and I threw up again, this time almost nothing but water, since I threw everything out before.” Y/n griped his shoulders a little bit.

Doctor nodded, writing something down. “When you felt dizzy, did you feel like you’re going to pass out, or were you just feeling dizzy?”

Justin took a deep breath. “I didn’t feel like I was going to lose my conscience, no.”

Doctor nodded once again. “Could you please lay down on that bed? I would love to check you up.”

Y/n moved her hands away from his shoulder, Justin stood up and laid on the bed on the other side of the room.

Doctor placed his hands on Justin’s stomach, pressing hardly. “This hurts?”

“Little bit, yeah.” Both Y/n and the doctor could see the pain on Justin’s face.

Doctor continued to touch Justin’s stomach, asking the same question. He then listen to his heart.

“You have food poisoning and you will stay in hospital tonight, you will receive infusion, because your stomach can’t stand any kind of food due to being irritated from throwing up.”

Doctor looked in Y/n’s direction and continued. “I think you should go home and bring him his pyjamas and just the most important things, because tomorrow we will run a few tests, just to be sure it isn’t anything else, so it’s Tuesday, right? Yeah, by Thursday he should be good to go home, if everything goes alright.”

Y/n nodded and looked over at Justin. She knew he wasn’t happy with the idea of staying in hospital, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Do you want me to bring anything else besides some clothes and your bathroom stuff?”

Justin shook his head, Y/n nod and walked over to him, giving him a quick kiss before she left the room.

She quickly walked out of the hospital and drove off to their shared home. Once she was in front of the house, she rushed towards their room.

She walked into his clothes and grabbed his black backpack. She turned around to the shelf where he had his pants and she grabbed the black ones and the grey ones that had written “purpose tour” on their side.

She took one long sleeved shirt, one short sleeved and one hoodie. She put a pair of slippers in his bag, and few socks.

She was about to leave when she remembered, the underwear. She took three pairs of white Calvin’s, and one undershirt.

She walked into the bathroom and took his toothbrush and toothpaste. She took one hair brush and his favourite deodorant, and one towel. She closed the backpack and placed in on her shoulders.

She stepped into their room and looked around. His phone was on his nightstand, she grabbed it, putting it in her pocket, next to hers, looking where his earphones were.

She opened his drawers but they weren’t there, she knew she can’t go back without them. She looked around the room, but they were nowhere to be found.

She went downstairs, looking in the hallway, kitchen, and gym. Turns out they were in theirs living room, under the coffee table.

She quickly picked them up and rushed into her car, driving as fast as she was allowed, to the hospital.

Once she reached the hospital, at the counter she asked the lady, in which room did they place Justin. Soon she was escorted towards the room 108, on the second floor.

She opened the door, and she saw three beds, two on her left side, and one, Justin’s on her left side. She walked over to Justin’s, placing the backpack next to his bed, sitting down next to his bed.

Once Justin heard the movement, he opened his eyes and smiled to Y/n. “Hey” she whispered.

“Hey.” Justin whispered back.

Y/n placed Justin’s phone and earphones on the stand next to his bed.

“Do you want to change your pants, or go brush your teeth?” Y/n whispered, trying to be as quiet as she could, not wanting to wake up other patients.

Justin shook his head. He looked very tired. Y/n took his hand into hers. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You can go home. Get some proper rest.”

Y/n shook her head and placed a kiss on his forehead. “No, now go to sleep. You need to rest.”

“Fine, but then rather lay next to me. I don’t want you to sleep in a sitting position.” Justin said and moved to the other side of the bed.

Y/n knew there was no point in arguing, at this time of the night, so she laid next to him. Justin placed his head on Y/n’s chest listening to her heart beats, his hand still in hers.

Justin could feel his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and soon he was out.


Since you nicely asked, here you have a part two.

Also i want to thank everybody that takes their time and read my imagines. It means the world to me that somebody actually likes them. And even if you read them but dont like them, still thanks. 

Thank you and I love you a lot. 

Okay y'all, we need to check certain stuff and make sure EVERYONE FOLLOWS THEM.

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-Let’s wish for the boys to enjoy their time

Love You Goodbye (Mature)

“Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

Oh, even though it’s over you should tonight

If tomorrow you won’t be mine

Won’t you give it to me one last time?

Oh, baby, let me love you goodbye”

It couldn’t be good. Definitely not. No one has ever received good news after the ‘we need to talk’ text. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding angrily in my chest.

[Y/N] said she’d be arriving any minute and dread filled my body more and more as I tried to swallow it. I sat on the couch in the midst of the silence, waiting.

All I could do was worry and panic and stress until ten minutes later when the noise I was expecting echoed through the room, and the sound was worse than I expected. Reluctantly, I got up to answer it.

The angel of a woman stood in front of me, wearing a white flowing dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Hey,” she whispered, not hesitating to come closer and embrace me. I feel her warmth and her chest pressing against me. “Can I come in?”

“Mhm.” I moved to the side hugging the door so she could walk in. She didn’t sit down.

“So, I just wanna say-“

“Don’t do this, it’s embarrassingly obvious what’s happening, just- don’t.”

“Justin, please-“

“Whatever it is, I’ll change it, I’ll make it better-“

“It’s not you baby,” she said sadly.

I couldn’t stop noticing how beautiful she looked in the dress she was wearing. I’d never seen it before.

“Then who is it? Whose fault is it?” I frowned, feeling my entire face tighten. None of it felt real.

“No one’s to blame. I just think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” She looked so beautiful under the light. She was the brightest.

My heart shattered into pieces, a feeling I’d only ever heard about, I didn’t think it would hurt so much.

I swallowed. “Fine, whatever.”

“You don’t have to pretend Justin,” [Y/N] said with sympathy dripping from her voice, my jaw clenched and I had to refrain from throwing my eyes back.

Why wasn’t she hurting?

I didn’t speak for a while, I merely sat and let the events replay in my mind. I had questions, questions I knew I really didn’t want the answer to. I asked them anyway.

“Is there someone else?”

“No,” she whispered, her head swaying from left to right.

“Are you lying?”

Her face dropped. “No- of course not. There isn’t anyone else, I don’t think there will be for a while.”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you breaking my heart?” I pleaded, forcing myself not to cry. I nipped the skin of my thigh instead, feeling the harsh sting numb my emotions.

“I just think it’s what’s best. I’m just not feeling it anymore and I knew I couldn’t live a lie, I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

I nodded. “Why are you wearing that?” I asked, looking her up and down.

“What do you mean? Do you not like it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?”

“I thought it was cute,” she protested, ignoring my question. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress.

“Okay,” I replied.

There was a pause filled with tension, the room was silent but my mind was the opposite.

“I think I should go,” she muttered, getting ready to make a move for the door.

“Don’t.” I blocked her path. “My hearts breaking, don’t fucking twist the knife.”

“What’s the point of me staying? I don’t want to hurt you Justin.”

“It’s a little late for that,” I snapped before I can process my words. She didn’t flinch.

“There’s no reason for me to stay, you need to admit that.” She was so much calmer than I, so collected. It didn’t ease my mind in thinking that she wasn’t at all heartbroken to be losing me. Us.

“Stay the night.”

[Y/N] sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“[Y/N], please.” I didn’t want to beg.

“Why?”

“Tomorrow you’re not going to be mine, you’re going to be out there living life without me in it, please, let me hold you, just for tonight,” I gave in and pleaded her merely because I needed her. She didn’t look ready to argue.

I took her hand and lead her towards the stairs. Neither of us spoke as I felt my heart stammering at the fact she held my hand so tightly. I knew that would be something I’d miss for a long, long time. I aimed for one specific room; my bedroom held so many memories of us and it only felt right to end it here.

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers back, motioning for her to lay beside me. I watched her closely as she did. I could feel the heat radiated off of her body when she fell into my side.  

“I love you so much,” I whispered, pulling her closer. I think it was closer than she expected because her body stiffened momentarily.

“I love you, too,” she said, and I was sure she was saying out of sympathy; I didn’t think she’d leave me if she loved me.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to her cheek, lazily kissing her. Her eyes fluttered closed and I moved further down.

“Justin…” she whispered.

“One last time,” I rasped and she hummed, falling into me. “One more taste of you and I’ll be prepared to let you go if that’s what you want. Just to take me back.”

Ever so slowly, I rolled over so that I was hovered over her body, my lips never leaving the dip in near her collarbone. [Y/N] let out the softest of moans and I held onto it tightly.

My hand reached underneath her, immediately finding the zip and sliding it down. [Y/N] didn’t protest but just watched me while wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. Her dainty fingers played with the end of my hair and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Tell me you want it and you won’t regret it,” I said but didn’t wait to tug the dress down her body.

“We should end it right,” she spoke softly. “I’d regret it if we didn’t.”

I saw that as the green light telling me it was full speed ahead. Nothing else mattered anymore, not when the love of my life was laying underneath me, not when it was going to be the last time.

Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I brought my hand up to her covered chest, rubbing gently through the material the way I knew she liked; as a result, she pushed her hips up to me.

I couldn’t hold back a grin as I noticed the hungry look in her eye. The idea of her wanting me was all I needed, even if deep down I knew it wasn’t changing anything. It didn’t change the harsh reality that would hit me in the morning.

The straps of her bra abandoned her shoulders but she didn’t seem to mind. It gave me the confidence to reach behind her - running my fingertips over her soft skin as I went - and unclasped her bra. I threw it behind me carelessly.

“You’re stunning,” I whispered, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss between her boobs. She whimpered while her fingers ran through my hair, making my cock twitch ever so slightly. I almost let out a strangled whimper of my own.

“Don’t take your time, please,” she whispered. My hips rutted against her and to my adoration, her back arched and her mouth dropped into the perfect ‘O’.

“Why?” I teased, running my tongue across her collarbone. “Do you need me?”

She nodded her head, her lips having been taken prisoner by her teeth. I bit down on her skin instead of abusing my lips. My fingers took their time fluttering against her skin, moving further South and aiming for the spot [Y/N] wanted me to be. They reached the hem of her underwear and her hips rolled just in time.

[Y/N] released a groan when I pulled my fingers away, but I managed to silence her by pushing my two fingers into the wetness of her mouth and feeling her tongue on the underside of them.

“Suck.”

And she didn’t hesitate, and I think I fell in love with her just a little more at the way she obeyed me so easily. Her cheeks hollowed as she got to work, looking up at me innocently, knowing the sensation was going straight to the hard on in my boxers. I could feel her tongue dancing around my fingertips and my length strained painfully against its restriction.

Abruptly, I released them from her hold. It took seconds for me to dip into her underwear and pressed my slick fingers against her clit to which she gasped beautifully. A proud but subtle smile hit my lips while I moved my fingers in a slow, steady and teasing motion. I did this for some time before voicing what I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, look at you.” She smiled and it only added to her angelic look. “Is that good?”

“Mhm, b-but-“

“What?”

“Gimme more, Jay, please.” She sighed with trembling thighs. I swiped my index finger down and deep inside of her, feeling her wetness surround it.

“Anything for my princess.” I was allowed to say that; it would only be true for a few more hours.

I stayed true to my word; I pushed two fingers into her suddenly, loving the way her body jolted in surprise. Her eyes looked up into my own, the pleasure coursing through her coming to light.

Every so often I curled my fingers inside of her, only knowing I was hitting the right spot when my name rolled off her tongue or her nails dug into the skin of my upper arms; the pain mixed well with the pleasure when she did this.

“I-I- Fuck, Justin, I need more n-now, please,” she gasped, her hair spreading across the pillows as she threw her head back. I took advantage of her exposed neck to leave her with something special, something she can look at in her first few days without me.

In a few minutes, her neck was painting of red and purple. I paid close attention to detail as I created a masterpiece with my tongue and my lips as my medium. Despite the fact that my concentration shifted, it didn’t stop my fingers from working [Y/N] to the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck m-me,” she stuttered as she writhed underneath me. “Baby, please-“

She was absolutely wrecked at that point, and the sight mixed with her soft pants and whispers caused me to lose all sense of restraint and patience. I was clumsily grabbing the end of my t-shirt and pulling up over my head, and with great hesitation - not wanting to have to move away from her warmth - I climbed off the bed to discard my jeans, along with my boxers. A soft whimper danced its way into my ears as my throbbing erection hit my stomach.

“You can’t say you’re not going to miss this,” I rasped, towering over her frame once more. She looked so small and insignificant from up above, but I knew it was the exact opposite; she was everything that mattered.

“Please Justin,” she whispered, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Of course, baby,” I replied with my voice filled with love. “But I’m not going to rush this part, I don’t care how much you want it. If this is the last time, I’m gonna treasure you.”

And I did just that. I made sure that my hips rolled against her own in a slow and steady pace as I pushed up into her, not swallowing my moans whenever I felt one rising in my throat. Although, I did sometimes bite down on the skin of her neck to silence myself every now and then, enjoying her sweet gasps.

“God, you look so good,” I panted, feeling pleasure coursing through my body as I felt her warmth around me. “So fucking beautiful.”

My fingers fluttered across her nipples whenever they got the chance and [Y/N] gripped my wrists, keeping them there. I almost growled in response.

“You like that? My fingers on you?”

“God, yes..” Her head fell back, exposing her abused neck to me; my artwork on show once more.

The temperature became prominent as strained to keep myself above her while continuing my thrusts, but the burning in the pit of my stomach made it all worth it.

We rolled and writhed together on the double bed, just like we had done so many nights before. There was a pain in my heart when I thought back to those times; I was always so sure those moments would always be a constant thing in my life, that [Y/N] would always be there. I masked the hurt with pleasure, pushing deeper to please us both.

“B-Baby, I-I’m so close,” she whined and it caused my hips to buck with a little more vigour into her, feeling myself brush against her walls. “You got me worked up, I-I wanna-“

“Don’t let go, not yet.. just give me a minute,” I breathed out heavily. “I want to cum with you, alright?”

“Mhm.” She bit down on her bottom lip, bruising it and causing a darker shade of pink to appear. “Fuck, please hurry.”

She sounded as desperate as she looked and all it did was spur me on, my hips did figure eights thanks to the high arising in me. My eyebrows furrowed as I focused on that sensation in my groin, wanting it so [Y/N] could let go with me as soon as possible.

“[Y/N], c’mon.. n-now, cum for me, princess.”

I felt her clench around me, and if I hadn’t have noticed that, I would’ve been able to sense she’d reached her orgasm because her entire body stiffened seconds before she left out the loudest moan of the night. It was enough to send shivers down my spine as well as pushing me over the edge; [Y/N] voicing her pleasure always did something for me.

I slammed into her throughout our orgasms, mine coming to an end only seconds after hers. Our breathing synchronised while our bodies touched. It was silent for the first time in what felt like years.

“That was.. something,” I panted, running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair.

“Mm, it was.”

I pressed a kiss onto her collarbone, knowing it’d be the last time I did.

“Stay the night,” I whispered against the smoothness of her skin. “Whether you want to go another round or just lay here, please, just stay.”

In the end, I got to see her so full of pleasure for the second and last time, and lord knows I cherished the sight of her beneath me. I loved her goodbye that night, saying my farewells with my hands. The next morning, I hugged her goodbye before letting her slip between my fingertips forever.

Went back to Tumblr 2014

I have realized quite a few things:

  • Fandoms are fucking scary. You wanna know what’s scarier: United Fandoms
  • But that’s alright because it was god damn entertaining (and for a good cause too) (I’ve been reading shit for like 3 hrs now. Yeah I have no life.) 
  • Tumblr is the shit why didn’t I make an account earlier? //sighs//
The World Is Ours

This is just something mediocre to make up for the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve last posted. Enjoy!

Justin stands at the other side of the room, his back straight and the black suit and tie clinging to him perfectly. My heart attempts to escape my ribcages whenever I look at him wearing such a thing, but I’d much rather he be wearing jeans and a T-shirt, just because I know he’d be more comfortable. He nods and smiles every now and then in response to the nonsense leaving the mouth of the man that stands close by him.

I know the smile is fake. It’s tight and hard and doesn’t touch his eyes. I watch in adoration when he licks his lips or bites down on his bottom lip, or runs a hand through his hair, I know he’s not even aware he’s doing any of these things.

Justin I both strongly dislike either of our parent’s parties, in fact, we spend many nights laid in bed and suggesting all the scenarios we could create that could get us out of them. But here we are. Again. 

“Oh, [Y/N]!” A voice bellows from the crowd of people dressed in fancy outfits, all of the faces secretly turning their noses up at everyone who so much as brushes their shoulder up against their own.

The voice is nasally and I would assume whoever is calling my name currently has the misfortune of a minor illness if I didn’t know the voice all too well.

“Amanda,” I say through gritted teeth. “How are you?” I ask while turning to my right to face her.

The woman stood before me is a close family friend. She thinks just because she happened to be close with my parents at one point in her life, she has the responsibility of making conversation with me whenever our paths meet. Her hair is cut perfectly and hugs her face. The deep red colour shines through every strand and sways almost in slow motion when she moves her head.

“I’m wonderful,” she slurs. “What about you, dear? What’s new with you?”

Even as she says this, I can guess she’s lying through her teeth. There’s a high chance her husband is cheating on her, and her, on her husband. She’s probably drowning in debt and her children wish they’d never been born. Despite this, she hides it with a smile.

“I’ve been fairly good, thank you,” I say and smile politely. “Not much is new but I’m just trying to appreciate every day.” I try to hold the smile on my face as she nods with a bored look in her eye.

“Rumour has it, you’ve got yourself a boyfriend,” Amanda grins and reaches an arm out as though to touch me, but thinks more of it and withdraws her claws.

‘I didn’t think that was so hard to believe but yes, I do.” I shift uncomfortably in my heels and feel my hand sweating around the wine glass. I alternated it between my hands and wiped my palms against my dress.

“.. Tell me about him,” she says quietly and sips her wine. I can see a red lipstick stain around the rim.

Justin pops into my mind without me having to make an effort. I suppress a smile and find the floor to be quite interesting. “Well, his name is Justin and we met a few years ago at college. He’s somewhere around here, actually.”

“I’d love to meet him.” She’s glancing around the room, and it’s painfully obvious she’s searching for a new target to make her own. I stay quiet and wait to see how long it takes before she disappears.

Eventually, I see her catch sight of her husband at the bar. She waves me off with a forced smile before her heels are click-click-clicking across the floor and through the crowd.

Sighing, I look around the room. People are smiling, laughing and enjoying themselves, sipping wine and making conversation. I tap my nails against the glass and enjoy the sound.

My shoes are the next to click against the floor while I make my way over to the long length table backed up against the wall. All sorts of food has been spread across it and I can feel my stomach rumbling at the sight.

“‘Scuse me, kind woman,” someone says - with a distinctly fake-posh accent - from directly behind me. “Would you mind joining me in a delightful conversation about the ten different yachts I own, and how I went backpacking through Antarctica last year? And let’s not forget about how I own five houses in five different states in America.”

“You suck at accents,” I laugh and crane my neck to see Justin grinning down at me. “What even was that?”

“What? That? Oh, just my imitation of just about everyone in this room.” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his half-empty glass of wine. “I’m surprised to see muffins and cookies being served here. I thought it’d be all scones and fancy cakes.”

“Me too,” I say while taking a cookie from the silver platter. I break it in half and feel crumbs fall into the palms of my hand. “Want some?”

Feeling Justin’s closeness, I turn to look at him once more. His mouth is parted and it allows me to see his tongue laying low. His breath is hot against my face. I break the cookie into smaller segments and drop a piece into Justin’s awaiting mouth. Crunching noises ring through my ear, and a sweet kiss lands underneath my right ear after the sound comes to a halt.

“I don’t care how stuck up these people are, they make good cookies,” he mutters quietly and it causes a buzz through my neck that lingers for a few seconds.

While he’s busy crunching down on the remaining cookie, Justin is dragged away by a man I’ve never seen, but is apparently familiar to Justin because I see a small sigh leave his lips. Justin kisses my cheek and squeezes my hand before letting go and making his way through the crowd with reluctance.

I’m left alone once more, surrounded by bodies and feeling out of place. I stroll around the room and listen in to small segment of different people’s conversations; they range from cars to time shares to housing, to holidays in the Caribbean. I end up leaning against the wall in the far side of the room.

It takes another hour or so before I see Justin again, having been dragged into encounters of my own with people I barely know.

When Justin makes an appearance, he comes in close and grips my hand with his. I’m pleased to see him and I smile instantly.

“Let’s go,” he says and I frown in confusion.

“What? Whe-“

“Let’s leave right now, anywhere you wanna go. I can’t stand another five minutes with these people. This isn’t us. We’re not classy or fancy; we sit at home eating pizza and watching Netflix, we hit the stores at midnight looking for cookie dough, we sit on hotel balconies and feel each other up. I want all of that, not this.”

He didn’t have to say anything else to win me over; I’d been feeling the exact same all night.

“Are you in?” he asks and watches me hopefully. I waste no time and nod, and before I can comprehend, my hand is prisoner to Justin’s and we’re gliding in and out of the crowd. I manage to drop my wine glass on the buffet table without spilling anything as I glide passed the it.

Thankfully, we manage to make our way to the door without being noticed or stopped as I thought we would have. I can’t see either of our parents ready to stop us from fleeing either, and this causes a rush of hope to shoot through me that makes me grab the door handle and slide out before Justin does the same.

Almost in a flash, all of the commotion and noise I had to endure over the course of the night disappears. I wonder if I’ve momentarily gone deaf until Justin coughs gently and crushes my rising worry. The night is cold and I can see our warm breath escaping into the night. Justin’s hand keeps my own warm while the rest of my body shivers.

“Where to?” I ask while he’s already busy pulling me down the drive of my parent’s house and across the street. It’s quite late, meaning there’s no one in sight. The street looks frighteningly lifeless.

“Anywhere, just somewhere we can be together,” he replies and his breath flies towards me but disappears before it can touch me.

We end up at a 24-hour store by Justin’s request, his argument being he was hungry, despite having just scoffed anything he could find on the buffet. I didn’t object because I knew I had just enough money in my bag for a drink; my throat was burning for something other than overpriced wine.

The store was the only source of light on the street, it was getting darker by the minute and the streetlights were either broken or not on a schedule and had been abandoned for the night. Either way, I had that familiar thankfulness you feel when you see artificial lights and life after all you’ve seen is darkness for a long period of time. It was comforting.

Behind the counter however, was a man who didn’t seem very happy he was working the night shift. He looked half-dead as we walked through the automatic doors and made no effort to adjust himself to appear friendly.

Justin’s hand had been holding my own all the way to the store, but as soon as we were walking down the aisle full of food, his fingers slid away from my own.

“God, I’m starving,” he mutters while grabbing anything in his sight from the shelves. It’s not long before he’s cradling his items in his arms and walking towards the counter.

Meanwhile, I grab a bottle of water from the chilled section while trailing Justin like a puppy. The packaging crinkles loudly as Justin drops his things and I place my bottle down quietly. The cashier doesn’t look impressed and sighs heavily before straightening up.

Once we’ve paid, and the cashier has received a long, hard stare from Justin after asking him if he’d like a bag, we’re back out in the cool air and strolling off into the darkness. The bag rustles and disturbs the quiet but Justin doesn’t seem to care.

“Where to now?” I ask.

“Wherever we want, babygirl. The world is ours. I just want to be with you,” Justin replies, my heart would have been beating a lot faster if he wasn’t busy rummaging through his bag for the packet of Oreos he’d just bought.

When We Were Young

2039. Justin and [Y/N] are 45, and 44.

The room was crowded, absolutely bustling with people to the point where I knocked elbows with every other person I passed, but when she walked through the double doors, it was as though we were the only ones. I vividly remember feeling the exact same way many moons ago.

I knew she wouldn’t be able to see me through the sea of people, so instead of attempting to be seen, I started to make my way towards her. The red dress she wore made it easy for me to spot her; it wasn’t long before I was stood in front of her.

“Justin,” she smiled a smile that I’d almost forgotten, yet it looked so familiar.

Her hair was a lot shorter than it once was and that alone made her look like a whole new person. She didn’t seem to be wearing as much makeup as I remember her wearing when she was younger.

“[Y/N],” I whispered, taking the time to notice the new marks that had appeared on her face. “It’s so great to see you again, it’s been too long.”

“Far too long. It’s great to see you too! Can I hug you? Would that be appropriate?” she asked hesitantly.

“You know what, I’d love nothing more,” I replied, opening my arms.

She fell into them, and all of a sudden, I felt at home. At peace. My mind flashed back to the first time I hugged her, on our very first date in 2012. I remembered thinking her hair smelled like strawberries.

The hug lasted a little longer than it should have, but I didn’t complain. I let my hand settle on the small of her back.

“Would you like to get a drink?” I asked while thinking the place was far too crowded for my liking.

Her nose scrunched up and she smiled. “This place is a little busier than I thought it’d be, and besides, I want to catch up. Shall we find somewhere quieter?” I instantly smiled. We always did agree so easily.

“That’d be great,” I said, leading her towards the doors.

“I mean, we can stay if you want to-“

“No, no, it’s okay, we’ll find somewhere nicer.”

The air was cool against my face once we stepped onto the streets. It was almost silent apart from the soft rumble of cars passing every so often.

“So, tell me, what’s been going on?” she asked, breaking the silence between us.

“Not much,” I said.

“Not much? Not much has happened in twenty-four years?” she chuckled, looking up at me. Her eyes looked older, like the brightness that was once there had shifted.

“Ah, you had to be there,” I said and grinned, [Y/N] laughed. “What about you? How many of those goals did you achieve?” My thumb strokes the back of her dress.

“A few, actually. I travelled for a bit after quitting my first job, just because I felt I was at a dead end, you know?”

“What, the filing job you had? I remember you loving it!” I teased her, and she rolled her eyes with the smile still on her lips.

“My constant whining didn’t bother you then,” she giggles, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

“What whining? I don’t think you ever mentioned it!”

“Could you blame me? My heart wasn’t in it. I wanted something more.”

“You always did,” I said. “I was always certain you were made for more than this world could give you.”

[Y/N] looked over at me for a long time after that. “Really?”

I nodded. “Mhm. You had all these dreams and things you wanted to achieve, and you were always so positive. It was one reason I loved you so much.”

We turned the corner onto a smaller and quieter street. My words were hanging on the edge before she spoke.

“That’s so sweet, Justin,” she whispered. “..I missed you for a long while after things ended.”

“You stopped?”

She chuckled nervously. She looked so youthful when she did; a part of her was always so nervous around me when we were young. “Things change. Eventually, I just got caught up in whole new life,” she said. “Didn’t you?”

“I did, but I don’t think I ever stopped missing you,” I replied. “I don’t blame you,” I added, “for leaving, or for moving on. I was happy knowing you were happy and doing what you needed to.”

“I was hoping you weren’t hating me, it was probably my biggest fear for a long time,” she chuckled. “You know, I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Would you like to get coffee?” I asked, and she nodded instantly, muttering a gentle ‘sure’ in response. “In all honesty, I was always hoping I’d see you again at some point. I was always too scared to get in contact with you.” I smirked, and maybe it was just because of the darkening night, but I’m sure she blushed.

“Do you remember the time we got drunk and went skinny dipping in the sea?” [Y/N] asked, suppressing a grin.

“A little too much,” I said, smiling. “I also remember shielding you with my own naked body.” I laughed and [Y/N] did too. “It can’t have been any more embarrassing than the time your parents caught us walking out of that sex shop.”

“Oh my God! I’d completely forgot about that,” she gasped, her hands covering her cheeks. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t have bought something,” she said.

“I think it was worth the awkward dinner we had with them the week after.” I smirked and she rolled her eyes.

I knew where we were aiming for but [Y/N] having not been in the city for a while, didn’t. She followed alongside me without asking or questioning my directions.

“So, never had kids, huh?” I asked, looking down at her.

“A surprise, I know, I just didn’t manage to have that kind of relationship where kids were ever an option.” She shrugged as though it was now but I saw something change in her expression. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she fell into me.

“Eventually, you’ll find that person,” I reassured her while feeling the cold of her shoulder.

She laughed, I drew back. “Justin, I’m forty four. You really think I’m going to find the right one at this age?”

“Hey.” I frowned. “I do, and you will. You used to be so sure that you’d find the right one for you, what happened-“

“I grew up, I guess,” she said. “It’s hard to believe things like that when you get older. You have responsibilities that are constantly bringing you back to reality.”

My stomach twisted uncomfortably and words were threatening to make me sick if I didn’t say them. They fumbled around my mouth until they needed more space. I felt eighteen and foolish again.

“What about me?”

[Y/N] stopped in her tracks. “What about you?”

“Come on, [Y/N]. Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” I spoke softly, afraid it was the last thing on her mind.

She took a sharp intake of breath. “I hate myself for thinking about it so much. Whenever I feel alone, I always think of you and about how I threw us away. I can’t help but wonder if it was you all along.”

“Well I’m here. For the first time in years I’m right in front of you. It’s your decision what happens next.”

Secretly, my heart began to pound in my chest and I felt young then; alive and filled with so much hope and possibilities. Stood there in front her made me feel invincible.

“I never wanted anyone like I wanted you,” she whispered, shaking her head gently. I smiled.

“Then what are you waiting for? We have something, let’s take the opportunity.”

She nodded and before I could say anything else, she was falling into me and I was holding her like we were only just falling in love. I looked at her and I could have sworn I was stood with her in 2012 instead of 2039. I felt the strongest beat of my heart since the last time her eyes caught mine. Oh, what I’d do to go back to when we were young.