feel bad for justin

pls reblog this if you post shit about the pens and hockey and i will (probably) follow you because i’m new and i don’t wanna wait fifty hours for a new post to pop up on my dash

Check-up

idk what to title this, but it’s a sneak peak at something I’m working on where Ransom is in medical school and Nursey is in the NHL and they’re based out of the same city. so. yahh. i don’t have a title for it yet, but once I do i’ll probs update the title of this. but anyway. there’s gonna be more of this! i’m just not sure when ^^; hope y’all enjoy it! :)

“They already checked me out this morning, dude, I’m in the clear.”

“Hop. Up.”

Derek humors Ransom and jumps up onto the edge of the exam table, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

He stays still as the other man shines a flashlight in his eyes checking his pupil response, and answers no to each question of ‘do you have a headache? any neck pain? nausea? are you dizzy? drowsy? can you hear me just fine?’

“Ransom, I don’t have a concussion.”

“He slammed you into the boards so hard it took you three minutes to stand back up,” Ransom says, sliding his pen from the pocket of his white coat. “Follow the pen.”

“I know, I was there,” Derek says, but he does as he’s told. “I’ve been checked out though, by our PT last night and then had the follow up this morning.” He smirks. “You know. With an actual doctor.”

Ransom shoves his shoulder.

“Don’t chirp me, fucker, I’m concerned about your health.”

“I know,” Derek says, reaching up and taking the other man’s hands in his own and bringing them down into his lap. “I know, but I really am ok and I don’t need another check-up. I just came to see you, not be your patient.”

“Yeah well, you can always use a second opinion,” Ransom says, glancing down at their joined hands.

“Learn that in class today?” Derek asks, laughing.

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry, forget I’m being an ass. I’m touched you care so much.”

“Of course I care.”

Ransom is looking into his eyes now and Derek feels his face start to flush. Their fingers are twined and their heads are close together and Derek came here on the off-chance Ransom had some time between classes for a quickie but fuck if he doesn’t wanna spend the rest of the day looking into the other man’s kind eyes.

Ransom looks away first, clearing his throat. “Wanna, uh… there’s a burger place at the edge of campus, have you had lunch yet?”

Derek smiles, tightening his hold on the other man’s hands.

“I’m starving, let’s go.”

“Cool,” Ransom says, and he seems a little awkward and he’s starting to pull away and Derek can’t have that.

He pulls him back, guides him to the spot between his legs and places one hand on his shoulder and uses the other to cup his jaw. He rubs his thumb over the stubble there and smiles at how surprised Ransom looks.

“This ok?” He asks, because this is all still so new and he’s not sure what their boundaries are yet.

Ransom nods, licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “This is fine. You just… unsettle me.”

Derek pulls back slightly. “I do?”

Ransom nods again, but he places his hands on Derek’s thighs and leans into him.

“In a good way. In a way… other people rarely do.”

Derek can’t help the stupid little smile that breaks over his face.

“I thought I was the poet.”

Ransom laughs softly. “I’m a charmer and you know it,” he says, and he’s leaning even closer than before, rubbing his hands up and down Derek’s thighs.

“I definitely do,” he says, his eyes falling to Ransom’s lips.

He watches the small smile turn into something very soft and lets his eyes flutter closed as he dips his head.

The kiss is careful and sweet and short, but their lips are still touching even after it ends and Derek feels something settle in his chest.

He doesn’t wanna jump into this headfirst, he really wants to do this right and not get ahead of himself but he cant help to think this all feels like home.

He’s got such a bad track record with feelings like this but Ransom is his friend, not some idea in his head or acquaintance he barely knows, and he trusts him and he knows him and he can’t hurt himself with hopeless romance when it comes from the most honest and transparent person he’s ever met.

He pulls back and watches as Ransom smiles up at him. What about this could be hopeless?

“We can go for food now,” he says quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but not wanting to force it either.

“Yeah, ok, sounds good.”

Ransom squeezes his thighs lightly before stepping back, then holds out a hand and helps Derek down from the table.

“You know,” Ransom says, guiding him out of the room with a hand on his back. “My apartment is really close to the burger place… if you wanna get it to go, we could eat there and hang out… or something.”

Derek smirks. “Or something.”

Ransom laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re still gonna recite the months of the year backward before any physical activity.”

Derek groans, throwing an arm around Ransom’s shoulder and pulling him in close. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Ransom says, looping his arms around Derek’s waist as they walk tucked into each other.

No, Derek thinks, pressing a kiss to the other man’s cheek. I don’t.

Honestly all of the people responding to Griffin’s post with attacks against the folks criticizing the representation aspect completely missed the point of that post. Some people went so far as to say folks were bullying the McElroys with these criticisms…

And guys I cannot stress this enough: I do not think this is the response they want. I don’t think they want you calling these criticisms bullying. I do not think they want you calling them precious cinnamon rolls who are being viciously attacked by mean sjws

I’m not trying to start stuff, especially before sundown on Ramadan lol. I just want you guys to read that post and see what they’re saying. They spend the whole post calling these criticisms valid. They feel genuinely bad for hurting people. This isn’t them saying “people are making me feel bad”. It even talks about Justin feeling bad long before any of this. It talks about conclusions *they* have made without anyone telling them.

I’m not going to get into the issue at the heart of the matter right now, but as someone who has been a fan of the show from literally the first episode and a huge fan of the McElroys… These are good boys who don’t want to hurt people and see these responses as what they are: people being hurt and reaching out to people whose content has made them happy in hopes that they will be heard.

Please recognize that the McElroys are good dudes who genuinely care about the impact they have on people. Please recognize that the McElroys understand that these are emotional topics and people have been seriously hurt by these issues.

Stop attacking the people that the McElroys are genuinely concerned about and genuinely apologizing to.

This episode would have been great as a second-to-last episode. But as a finale it was…really a huge let down.


This is the only season finale so far that didn’t have a cliffhanger or feel like a major development. It just felt like they threw two seasons worth of development out of a window. They didn’t follow up on Beth’s character arc in a believeable way, Jerry and Beth’s reconciliation was awkward and painful to watch, OF COURSE they ignored the Evil Morty plot line and we probably won’t get another whiff of that until season five.


It was actually so perfectly bad that it feels intentional. I’m inclined to believe that Justin and Dan are fucking with us and are going to roll out a secret 11th episode. Or worse, and probably more likely, they’re /just/ fucking with us. The season finale was stupid and didn’t matter just like how eveeything is stupid and nothing matters to Rick. Everything was paper thin and intentionally unsatisfying to uh…prove a point? Or just piss everyone off? Who knows.

Soulmates AU - Part 2

Bitty doesn’t tell anyone.

He sits tight and hopes it’s a coincidence.

Because Jack Zimmerman is an asshole and Bitty doesn’t want anything to do with him.

Slowly Bitty begins to spend more time at the hockey Haus, where Shitty, Ransom and Holster live…

And Jack too.

Jack for the most part ignores Bitty.

Except at practice.

At practice Jack is a monster.

He constantly yells at Bitty for not being good enough.

It hurts more than it should.

I must have shown because Ransom gives him a half smile and says, “You, Bitty, Jack just gets real busy near the end of every preseason.”

“He’ll go back to regular levels of bitchy after the first game.” Holster added.

Shitty snorted.

“Hey, when a bro’s dad is Bad Bob, a bro’s going to turn into a fucking hockey Nazi every once in a while.” He said.

“Who’s Bad Bob?” Bitty asked, feeling foolish for even asking.

The look they give him are terrifying.

“Wait. What did I—Ya’ll stop staring at me like that! This is exactly what happened before the football team locked me in a utility closet overnight in the 7th grade!”

The three blinked at him.

“That happened to you?

“That’s really fucked up dude.”

“What are these motherfucker’s last names? We’re going to hunt them down!”

“You didn’t know who Bad Bob is? What the heck is wrong with you dude?”

Bitty rolls his eyes.

Abby had shown up at his dorm at 9 am, the day of his first game, determined to see the game and spend the weekend with him.

“I’m sorry I don’t follow hockey!” He defended.

“My mom is, like, obsessed with him!” Abby said.

“Is she?” Bitty asked.

“Robbie is fucking named after him you nerd!”

“I thought she named him after great Uncle Burt.”

Abby gave him a deadpan look.

“You mean the uncle none of us knew?” She asked.

Bitty snorted.

Abby sighed and stretched out on his bed.

“So have you Googled Jack yet?” She asked.

“…No.” Bitty said.

Abby let out another sigh.

“So, like, I did and all I’m saying is maybe give the dude a break ok?” She said.

Bitty blinked.

“Why?” He demanded.

He couldn’t understand how she, his best friend and family, was defending the guy who was relentless to him.

Abby sat up and frowned.

“He fought dragons. And lost.” She said.

Bitty had a horrible flash back to when they were twelve and he had been so depressed by his school and the bullies.

Abby had told him that he had to slay the dragons.

And he did.

But was Jack the kind of person that happened when the dragons won?

Bitty decides to take Abby to the Haus.

He knows it’s a bad idea.

He does it anyways.

They walk into the living room and Abby immediately scoffs at the television.

“30 Rock? Really? This show is so overrated.” She said.

“Take that fucking back!”

The two whipped around to see Holster glaring at Abby.

“Suck my imaginary penis!” Abby snapped back.

Everyone freezes and Bitty feels his breath catch.

“Oh my god. It’s you.” Holster breathed.

“I’m Abby.” Abby said, holding out her hand.

“Adam Birkholtz but my friends call me-“

“Holster. Eric has told me all about ya’ll.” Abby said.

“Who the fuck is Eric?” Holster asked.

Abby blinked and looked at Bitty.

“I told you that they call me Bitty here.” He said.

“Oh! You’re his cousin? The one who goes to Brown?” Holster asked.

“Yep! I came to visit Eric-er Bitty since this was my first free weekend. I’m glad I did.” She said.

Eric rolled his eyes at her flirting.

Holster’s eyes lit up.

“Ransom! Get down here!” He bellowed up the stairs.

He turned back to Abby.

“Let me introduce you to our other soulmate.”

Ransom came racing down the stairs.

“What’s up man?” He asked as he walked over to Holster, Bitty and Abby.

“Oh my god! My parents are going to die!” Abby exclaimed gleefully.

Ransom’s eyes widened.

“Holy fucking shit!”

They win the game and Bitty feels amazing because he got an assist!

There is a party in celebration and Bitty gets to do the first kegster because he got the first point of the season.

Bitty is flying high until he realizes that Jack isn’t there.

He hates the feeling of envy he has towards Abby.

He’s happy that she has found Ransom and Holster but it…

It just doesn’t feel fair that she gets these two amazing soulmates while his maybe soulmate obviously hates him.

I was listening to the bit where Taako trains Angus in magic and getting emo about it. Like… Justin says Taako feels bad about the Silverware Thing and that’s the only reason why, but he also says that he sees Angus as his equal. I feel like Taako looks at Angus and sees him as a fellow employee, but deep down also sees a kid with no real firm ties planetside (his grandfather is dying or dead, and he mostly adventures on his own) who’s making it on his own wits in much the same way that Taako did growing up. But also Taako kind of sees himself as “dumb” and magic was a tool to work around his own perceived shortcomings and challenges, and he looks at this brilliant kid and sees all his own potential magnified.

(And when that power in sweet Angus becomes greater than his own, he will come for him.)

((Just kidding that was all just for a monologue……….. maybe…..))

Stretch Marks

(Mature content. Kinda)

“Oh Justin it’s so beautiful here,” I said dropping my luggage running over to look at the view the hotel had provided us. My heart gushed over the view of Punta Cana.
It was beyond breath taking at night and I couldn’t wait to see it in the morning.

“Mhmm and it’s just gonna be,” Justin came up from behind me and wrapped his muscular arms around my stomach,“you and I. All week.” His lips fell to my neck sucking gently. I threw my head back taking in the pleasure. “Give me a kiss,” he demanded.

I turned around moving my lips to his. Opening my mouth hoping for a little more of his taste,I moaned against his mouth when my wish was granted and felt his tongue meet mine so soft and passionate. “Jump,” he mumbled. I did as told and felt Justin walk me over to the bed laying me down carefully. My hands grabbed the hem of his shirt taking it off. Craving for his body I rolled over so I was on top and immediately let my lips attack over his collar bone and pecks. My kisses moved down to his stomach and stopped to unbuckle his pants. After successfully taking them off I moved back to his neck. “Take off your uh,” Justin began but moaned as soon as he felt my tongue roll onto his skin,“take off your shirt baby.” I pulled apart grabbing the hem of my shirt and taking it off slowly. “Always putting on a show for me,” Justin smirked.

I threw my shirt not caring where it went. I leaned down against Justin’s lips and whispered,“only for you babe.” And attached my lips against his. I felt his fingertips reach behind my bra strap successfully unhooking it. His lips left mine to take off my bra completely. Justin’s hands slowly made their way down to the sides of my stomach and stopped on my hips. Gripping them tightly he begins moving me slowly upward and downward on his covered dick. I felt his area twitch against my vagina and felt myself getting wetter by the friction.

“Holy shit.” He moaned. I began moving faster. Feeling my vagina more satisfied with this pace. “Wrap your arms,” Justin breathed,“around my neck. I want to feel all of you,” he muttered. I did as told and gave him a sloppy kiss. I began slightly pouncing on him. I let my lips go from his and whimpered against his ear.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he said in between moans. I felt Justin buckle his hips directly above mine. I felt myself slow down. the pleasure was too desirable and my legs felt weak. “Don’t give up on me,” Justin demanded and I felt his hands grab my hips again moving our areas against each other.

“Ju-Justin,” I moaned at the feeling.

“That’s right baby. Say it louder for me,” he said and moved my vagina so close with his dick.

He rolled us over so he was on top. “I need to feel you y/n,” Justin begged. “So bad.” His hands reached towards my leggings feeling the hem before slowly pulling down.

“Justin. Wait,” I said trying to catch my breath but he wouldn’t listen. “Justin,” I repeated again hoping to catch his attention but his eyes were fixed on my thong that was slowly being revealed to his greedy eyes. “Justin!” I exclaimed pushing him back.

“What y/n?” He yelled stumbling back. I ignored his question and pulled up my leggings and grabbed my bra hooking it up again. I laid down on the bed facing the ceiling. I felt the bed dip knowing Justin sat down next to me, his back against the bed post. “I’m sorry I yelled at you baby,” Justin apologized running his hands through my hair at a soft motion. “I just don’t get it,” he sighed looking at the television even though it wasn’t on. “We’ve been dating for 4 months and I want to pleasure my princess the way she deserves to be pleasured. But whenever I try you tell me to stop. D-do I make you feel uncomfortable?” He looked down at me. “Do you want to wait until marriage? I can do that. I just need you to tell me-”

“Justin, no it’s none of that,” I interrupted. I sat up and leaned my right shoulder against the bed post getting a view of his side profile.

“Then what is it y/n,” Justin plead for an answer.

“I’m too embarrassed to tell you.”

“You have a std?” Justin looked over at me with wide eyes.

“No you idiot!” I giggled pushing him slightly. “I’m just embarrassed by my stretch marks,” I mumbled looking away not wanting to see his reaction.

It was about two minutes of silence but felt like more. “That’s what this is about?” Justin question. I nodded. “The whole time we’ve been together?” I nodded again. “Where are they located?”

“I have a couple on my ass,” I confessed.

“Baby,” Justin sighed. “Why are you ashamed by them?”

“Cause nobody likes them!” I kinda yelled thinking it was common sense. “I mean i don’t think it’s a big deal,stretch marks are natural. But I was the only one who had them in middle school, high school, even the friends I have now don’t have them. I hate going to the beach or pool knowing that my body will be looked at disgustingly for something I have no control over. ,” I said feeling a little angry. “I remember wanting to join the dance team or cheer team in high school but I never had the guts because they always wore short shorts and I was afraid of people speaking badly of them,” I confessed.

“Do you hate them?” Justin empathized on the you.

I shook my head,“No. I just don’t want anyone talking bad about it. Especially you,” I said and raised my head to look at him.

“Can I see them?” Justin asked with hope in his eyes. It took a while for me to approve but I nodded. I got off the bed and pulled my leggings off completely. I slowly turned around, my heart racing. ‘If he hates it then it’s not meant to be a real man will love my-’ i thought to myself but was cutoff by Justin’s voice. “Goddamn that ass is fat,” Justin exclaimed.

“Justin!” I stumped my leg.

“Woah do that again. Your ass just semi twerked,” Justin beamed.

I turned back around,“you’re missing the point,” I crossed my arms.

“That’s cause I see nothing wrong with your body princess. Come here,” I walked over to where he was seated on the bed. He grabbed my hips and rotated me back around again. His hands roamed my booty. “I think your ass is beautiful. Every tiger has its stripes. And that’s what you are. My little tiger. Rawr.”

“Shut up,” I blushed giggling a little at his cuteness. It wasn’t until I felt Justin kiss one of my cheeks that I felt completely shy all of the sudden. “Stop,” I chuckled backing away.

“What? I’m just showing love to my favorite body. But in all seriousness come here.” Justin patted the space next to him. I sat down close to him and wrapped my arms around his waist looking up to him. “As much as I love your stretch marks my opinion about them doesn’t matter. It should only matter about what you think about them. If you love them, flaunt it. Self love is important y/n. If you’re happy with yourself that’s the only think that should matter. And remember how you said you knew no one around you that had stretch marks?” I nodded my head at his question. “Well a lot of teenage girls spend their time on social media and there can be someone who was just like you ashamed of their beauty marks. You have quite a following on social media and you can post pictures in your bikini or something showing off your marks. So girls like you don’t have to feel bad about themselves. They’ll have you to look up.”

“I really do love you,” I said admiring him. How did I get such a perfect guy. “A lot.”

“I love you too. Everything about you. Don’t be ashamed baby.”

“Now let’s get go back to what we started,” I said giving him a kiss.

___________

End. Hope you guys liked this and if u didn’t fuck you. This ones for my ladies with their beautiful stretch marks. ik it’s hard but u gotta learn to love them life is too short to be thinking about what other bitches have to say. Send request

And I Love You

Its rushed and isn’t detailed but It’ll do. Hope ya’ll like it. I’m still pretty mad about my last imagine so give me some time to cool down.


Originally posted by purpose-tour

The chime of my alarm rung through the room as I took a deep breath slowly making my way towards the bathroom. Was I scared? No. Terrified? Yes. I didn’t want to look, it frightened me too much. I didn’t want to be disappointed again but it felt inevitable.

Slowly I made my way to the sink in my shared bathroom. It lay there like a ticking time bomb except the only thing it was waiting to destroy were my hopes. Hesitantly, I leaned over to look at the test, my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach as i saw the all too familiar red negative sign.

In aggravation, I threw the test across the room, slowly sinking to the floor. I hugged my legs close to my chest and heavily sobbed until what seemed to be keys clanking together was heard down stairs.

“Baby?!” Justin’s voice echoed through the large house. “I’m back from the studio!”

But I didn’t reply, I was too busy racking sobs to be able to answer, but that must have stirred Justin into a panic at the silence he received.

“Baby?!” He called out worried.

I wanted to answer, I really did but it seemed less then possible as the words caught in my throat before I could even manage to choke them out. The house began rumbling with Justin’s loud and hurried footsteps as he climbed the stairs at a fast pace once hearing my sobs. He burst through the bathroom door, noticing me huddled up on the floor before averting his eyes to the pregnancy test across me.

He sighed heavily, making his way over to the scene which he had found himself in one too many times before. He sunk to my level and pulled me closer to his body. “Baby….” He trailed off.

“I don’t get it.” I sobbed. “I just don’t. We’ve been trying for so long! Am I not able to reproduce? Can I not have a child?”

“No baby girl. No, no. We’re gonna have kids one day. I guess, now just…isn’t our time.” He spoke carefully as if any wrong words would break me. To be honest, it probably would have.

“Now do me a favour,” he spoke to which I nodded, wiping away the tears. He intertwined our fingers together, his hands twisting the wedding ring around my ring finger. “Don’t take anymore tests. No more. I don’t want to come home to this anymore. When our time is right - we’ll know. I want you to be happy, ok? Don’t think about it too much.”

I sighed knowing damn well he was right. I just wanted a kid so badly. But nevertheless, I nodded my head in agreement.

With a sad smile, he kissed my forehead and helped us both off the floor, leading me to our bedroom where he gently tucked me in to bed. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I knew Justin wanted a child just as much as I did, maybe even more but I felt like I was depriving him of that opportunity.

But soon enough, I had drifted off Into a long and well needed sleep.

***

The timer went off for what felt like the hundredth time and I mentally sighed. I know I promised Justin but I couldn’t help it, it just seemed ligit. But then again, so did the other times.

I quickly made my way into the bathroom not stalling anytime. I was sick of waiting. I quickly grabbed a hold of the test and brought it up to eyes level. I felt tears brim in my eyes.

Of course! Why would I think any different! Did I really think anything had changed since the last time. I mean, Justin and I have been having sex every night but did I really expect things to change in only a matter of 2 week?

As usual, negativ-…..wait what?

I blinked again, clearing my vision. Am I seeing this right.

Positive?

No no, it’s probably just a bad test. I thought to myself. Maybe the test had been in the cupboard for too long. Let’s take another, or you know what - lets take two just in case.

I ran to the cupboard under the sink and pulled out two more tests which I had stored up at the back. After the whole process of peeing on the sticks and whatnot, I finally came back after 5 minutes to check the tests.

With hesitance I looked at both tests and squealed out in happiness. “Oh my god!” I cried.

Positive and positive.

I dropped the tests to the ground and stumbled back against the wall behind me until I hit it and sunk to the ground. Happy sobs where spilling out of my mouth and just as this had happened, the sound of the front door opening sounded.

“Baby I’m home!” Justin yelled “Scooter let me leave early today!”

I didn’t answer, just like the last time this happened two weeks ago. I heard Justin sigh, as he began making his way to the bathroom. The door swung open revealing a sympathetic Justin standing in the door way. He looked over to me, then over to the tests on the other side of the room and began walking over to me.

Just like last time, he sunk to the floor beside me wrapping his arms around my small frame.

“Baby, I thought I told you not to take another test.”

I didn’t respond, only sobbed. He began rubbing his hand soothingly up and down my arm.

“I know baby, I know. But like I said last time I guess it just isn’t our ti-”

“I’m pregnant.” I spat out.

Justin paused, his hand movement halting at the words.

My eyes shifted to the test on the floor across the room causing Justin’s eyes to follow. He spotted the wand and stood up, making his way across to grab it. He held it up to his eyes before looking back to me with a grin like no other.

I stood up as well, making my way over to him, still sobbing.

“I-I’m gonna be a dad?” Justin asked, his eyes watering.
I nodded.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He repeated but this time as a statement before he pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around my body. I returned the gesture without hesitance and quickly threw my lips across his.

I pulled away, noticing the tears which had escaped his eyes and the wide smile on his face. He was so happy and I couldn’t help but be even happier at the thought that I had made my husband happy instead of breaking his heart every time we were put in this situation.

“ I love you.” He whispered as our foreheads rested against each other.

“ I love you too.” I replied. That’s when a hand was felt low against my stomach and a kiss was placed on my nose “and I love you.” Justin added, directing his statement toward my stomach. “And I can’t wait to meet you.”

That’s when a feeling like no other washed over me for the first time. The feeling of finally having our own happy family.

You + Me = Better Math

Justin doesn’t think about it.

The problem of course, lies in the fact that Justin has always been extremely successful at the things he puts his mind to. And sure, that’s all well and good, until one day he, Holster and Lardo are decorating the tops of their caps in the Haus kitchen, and the next Justin’s got three new roommates in a too small apartment in Providence, with almost 200 miles separating himself from his best friend.

Justin is decidedly thinking about it.

My ‘Swawesome Santa is here!! 

For Lasenby_Heathcote.  A million thank you’s to @sleepy-skittles​ for beta-ing this for me in the middle of Law School exams (a goddess, seriously), and to @jayzimmboni​ for being a sounding board for me throughout this whole exchange!! Title from You Make Me Better by Fabolous, because you all know it is the official SMH D-Men Theme Song, lbr. 

  This is my first big-ish Holsom fic! I hope y’all like it!

Link to AO3!

Pairing: Ransom/Holster

Rating: Teen & Up

Words: 5,255

Tags:  Future Fic, Getting Together, Anxiety, Loneliness, Canon Typical Swearing, Cuddling, alcohol


Justin doesn’t think about it.

He keeps himself busy, throwing himself into being a good captain for the boys, immersing himself in his studies and planning more Haus Parties in a year than ever before. If he starts to think about it, he goes on the defense, pulling his notes back out or opening Instagram up on his phone and getting lost in the study aesthetics and kittens tags. Other people are obviously thinking about it; he can see it in the way Bitty pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and the nervous looks Dex and Nursey exchange as the season draws to a close. But then they make it into the playoffs, and everybody (including Justin) forgets about that thing looming in the middle of May.

They make it to the championships and they win this time, Bitty scoring the game winning goal with a beautiful slap shot. Justin has never felt pride and excitement and relief like this before, watching this team pile together on the ice, red and white confetti falling from the ceiling and clinging to the sweat and tears on their smiling faces. There’s strong arms lifting Justin in the air, and he knows who it is, knows there’s only one person that even has a chance of moving his feet from the ground . He grins and clings to Holster, forcibly not thinking about what comes next.

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Safe- Justin Foley

Request: Can you do one where Kat comes back and starts dating Justin again and Justin becomes super overprotective because he feels bad about what happened with Jessica. 

Warning: cussing, mention of rape


Originally posted by justinfoleygifs

Safe- Justin Foley

The minute Kat came back she seemed to slip into a regular routine with Justin. Nearly immediately they were back together in their old routine, which was why she was at her locker putting her things back in her bag and waiting for Justin to meet up with her to drive her home.

But the routine changed when Jessica walked up to her, “Be careful with him. You need to know what really happened between me and him. Ask him about Bryce.”

She walked away just as quick as she had appeared leaving Kat confused. At first she figured Jessica was just being a jealous ex but by the look on her face it didn’t seem jealous, she seemed concerned, or hurt. Kat sighed waiting for Justin to show up until finally she saw him walking towards her across the hall with Bryce walking behind him. With Jessica’s words repeating in her mind she confidently walked up to her boyfriend pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“Where’s mine Kat?” Bryce asked leaning towards her as he laughed. Kat rolled her eyes and shoved him away slightly.

“Bryce shut up.” Justin snapped leaving Kat shocked wondering if his bitterness towards his best friend had something to do with what Jessica mentioned.

“You both know it’s just a joke Foley.” Bryce responded punching Justin’s arm before grabbing Kat’s wrist, “right?”

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Justin practically growled grabbing Bryce’s arm in a quick movement and shoving him away with his free hand.

“Justin what the fuck?” Kat asked staring at her boyfriend who seemed livid. It wasn’t like him to get pissed about a joke and she knew it was much deeper than that. Sensing it wouldn’t stop she grabbed Justin and practically dragged him away from Bryce and out of the school not stopping until they safely got to his car.

“Want to explain what happened? And why Jessica told me to ask you about him?” Kat asked running a hand through her hair slightly concerned.

“Bryce did some,” he paused to take in a breath, “really bad things. He hurt Jessica, and Hannah. I just don’t want him near you. I didn’t do anything to stop it, and I regret that every fucking day. I just can’t let that happen to you too.”

anonymous asked:

Hii so I just watched the video where Jungkook says he wanted his english name to be 'Justin Seagull' even though I find that funny and super cute I can't help but wonder if he knows how Justin treats his fans and how he acts? Because that's not a behavior to look up to at all. Not that I think Jungkook would act like that but still. And really no hate to Justin because I sort of do feel bad for him because of the pressure of being so famous that early and I think that's a part of his behavior

I don’t think jungkook knows about the controversies around Justin Bieber. He probably has better things to do. Kookie probably just really admires his music and his voice. Bcoz that’s what I feel about JB too, I don’t like him as a person but I can’t deny that his recent songs are bops and he’s really talented.