“How do I look?” Hermione asked, brushing her shorn hair back from her ears and frowning at her reflection from the stream.
“A little dirty,” the hat replied, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
“I meant,” she said emphatically, “do I look like a boy?”
“Oh, that,” the hat drawled. “Do you look like boy? Yes,” it confirmed, sounding deeply uninterested as she adjusted the tight binding over her breasts. “Do you look like a man fit for combat? Perhaps less so,” it muttered. “Do you even know how to fight?”
“I’m a quick study,” Hermione assured the hat, which grunted its disagreement. “And in any case, the Army reserves can hardly afford to be so picky,” she reminded it, throwing her belongings over her shoulder and taking off towards the recruitment grounds.
“Are you certain you’re ready for this?” the hat asked her, its voice dripping with skepticism. “It’s not too late to do something, oh—entirely different, you know.”
“Well,” Hermione sighed irritably, “as I mentioned, if you would just tell me how to find the Court of Miracles—”
“And as I mentioned, I can’t,” the hat cut in. “It’s not that kind of place.”
“What, the kind of place that exists, you mean?” Hermione asked, glaring up at it as it once again sulkily refused to answer. “You do know you’re entirely infuriating, right?”
“Well, seeing as I’m pretty sure the army will have you executed if they find out you’re a girl,” the hat informed her stiffly, “in the grand scheme of things, I could really be worse.”
Once again I sat firmly on the window seat, staring out into the bliss of nothing. It was raining just like it had been on that dreadful night weeks ago, and ever since, I had still been seeing the same figure.
The first few days after the meet with Dr Copic, I continued to claim I saw a man, and that I wasn’t crazy, but after a while, I began to give into the terms, and began battling myself of sanity and psychoticness.
Was I crazy?
“Y/N? Baby? Why don’t you come to bed?”
His voice was soft and calm, cautious - unlike my thoughts that scream at me, and battled between each other and the truth. Though I was lost - had been ever since that night - and I ignored his presence, continuing to stare out the window.
The patter of rain fell harshly against the window pane, echoing through my head like a voice in a canyon. I wanted nothing but to turn back time and claim what was mine again. My husband, my marriage, my sanity.
A sigh was heard from somewhere behind me, a pair of footsteps slowly proceeding to walk over. Justin’s body came into view of my eyes, and I felt as he took a ahold of my body and picked me up.
For a second, I thought he was going to carry me back to the room and call it a night, but instead, he placed himself in the seat I sat on previously, then sat my body atop his.
His mouth lay next to my ear, and I watched as he extended his arm out to mine, holding them up for both of us to see. He intertwined our fingers in front of me, rubbing his thumb against the ring which he vowed his love to me with.
He kissed the top of my head, and I couldn’t help but tilt it to the side, allowing him space for his mouth to play against my neck. Butterfly kisses of sorts glided down the flesh, a tingle of fire burning along the way. I missed this.
Then he pulled away, leaving me to frown from the loss of contact. Justin cleared his throat, twisting my body to face his suddenly. “Y/N.” He spoke firmly. “Dr Copic told me what you said.”
His face fell, eyes hurt with a loss of words. His voice cracked, sad and weak. “Do you really think I would cheat on you?”
And for the first time, my eyes slowly glided up to meet his own honey orbs. They seemed so lost, and hurt by my accusation. I didn’t speak a word.
Justin sighed. “Baby. I would never, never cheat on you. I love you way too much to ever hurt you like that. Hell, It’d hurt me to do something like that!”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Where would you ever come up with this?”
And for the first time throughout the whole night, I spoke. “I just thought. You weren’t coming home till really late. And your phone was blowing up with unknown calls. And you’d get really defensive when I tried picking them up. You seemed like you didn’t love me anymore.” I frowned.
Justin was taken aback, but suddenly, pulled me as close as possible, hugging me to a point of no air. “Baby. I’m so sorry I made you think I cheated on you. I’ll explain everything right now to make sure you believe I’d never do that.”
“I stayed back late at the office because we got a huge new business deal. Apple is willing to collab with us but there is a mountain of paperwork required to proceed. I can even show you the contract deal!” He exclaimed.
“I love you so much, I was just busy with work that I guess I forgot to show you that. As for the calls, I honestly don’t know who they’re from. I answered one and it was from some really creepy guy. I didn’t want you answering because I worried for your safety.”
Wait. Could that possibly be linked to the guy I saw in the win- Wait a second.
Slowly, my eyes focused in on the window once again. There he stood, in all his glory. The mask, the black clothes, the knife. My mind was messing with me once again.
I had become accustomed to the image, it had happened so many times, and it wasn’t real. My mind was just crazy.
But yet, slowly, I extended a hand towards the window, a slow and tranced finger pointing towards the figure.
My movements were lazy, as if someone was taken a hold of my body, and I showed no fear, just a face of boredom.
“There.” I whispered.
The man tilted his head, and I watched as he extended a slow finger towards his lips as if to say ‘shh.’ and began walking away from the window as if nothing had happened. What is wrong with my mind?
Justin glanced at Y/N’s petite, surprisingly calm figure and suddenly shot his head over towards the window, a head full of hair whipping at the intensity of it. Once seeing nothing yet again, he sighed.
She had done this a couple of times, though it stopped a while ago. He had assumed she had stopped seeing the figure she was hallucinating but yet here she was, pointing at nothing yet again.
He loved her so much, and the fact she thought that he was cheating hurt. Not only because he would never do such a thing, but because he were an idiot for letting her believe it for so long.
If he knew she needed help earlier, he would have done it in a heart beat.
With a sigh, justin grabbed a hold of Y/N’s arm, pulling it down back to her side. He kissed the top of her head and began scooting off the window seat, Y/N held firmly in his arms. “C’mon my baby. Let’s get you to bed.”
And they were soon trailing up towards the bedroom where Y/N was to take her pills, and cuddle with Justin until they fell asleep.
Little did they know Y/N’s stalker, who was very much real, was still lingering around the house. Waiting for the perfect moment.
Todos sabemos quién es la más famosa estrella pop en el
planeta. Sabemos que su color favorito es el púrpura, su segundo nombre es
Drew, y el creció en un pequeño pueblo en Canadá. Pero ninguno de nosotros
realmente sabe quién es Justin Bieber como persona. Lo hemos visto en su fase
de “movimiento de cabello”, su fase
“Selena Gomez”, la fase “Corté mi cabello”, la fase “Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show”, fase “Estoy soltero”, fase “Estoy drogado”, fase “He sido arrestado”, fase “Modelos modelos modelos”, fase “Orinando en un cubo” y todo el camino
de vuelta a su fase “no fotos”. Ninguno
de nosotros sabe que estaba pasando con él o en quien se convirtió después de
años de estrellato. Bueno excepto si tienes fuentes internas que conocen a
Biebs bastante bien como nosotros lo
Aquí está el muy esperado post de Justin como persona.
as you wished anon :) [mature imagine justin x reader]
“You always seem to come back for more,” you say as swing your arms around Justin’s neck, caressing his baby hairs, softly tugging them.
“You don’t seem to mind” he shoots back, “do you?”
“No-but,” you quick as a bullet unravel your fingers from his hair. “I have someone in my life now.”
“Seriously?” He speaks, not angry but amused, “do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yeah, sorry” you say as you stare into his eyes, trying to make out what he was thinking at the moment. “After the last time we slept together, you hadn’t called me,-I assume it was over.”
Justin awkwardly coughs as he watches the way you were acting so innocent like, just because you had a boyfriend, justin knew how and when you were ready for a bit of fun, he knew you were holding back. He could tell how you were shuttling your legs back and forth, he could tell how forced and awkward this little speech was.
“Did he tell you to end things off with me?” Justin says breaking your explanation off, “what’s your boyfriend’s name?” He grins as he taps his fingers on your lower back.
“Justin! I’m serious. This has to end!” You raise your voice, getting angry that this was all fun and games to him.
“Babe, I can tell he forced you to say these things to me.” He says as he steps a bit forwards, making you feel his body heat against yours. You could smell his signature scent that made your head spin. You gulp down as you feel his large hand sneak it’s way under you shirt.
“Justin-I have a boyfriend.” You say hoping he’ll stop with the touching cause you knew you’ll melt into his touch again.
“babe, you should know by now how much I love you, how much I love your body, how much pleasure I could bring you, how much it could bring us,” he says taunting me as he allows his hot breath to hit my neck. “Let’s stop these little mind games, aye babe? Let’s go back to way it was.”
Justin places a soft kiss, his pink lips against the side of your neck, nipping the skin softly. You moan as you feel the feeling of his teeth bite down on your skin. You feel his cold fingers brushing your waist, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
Justin pulls away from abusing your neck and travels his kisses further down, pulling a your shirt off your shoulder as he places his tender loving kisses across your upper chest. “You see,” he mumbles as he places one last kiss at your shoulder before yanking your bra down your chest, exposing your sensitive skin, “you belong to me.”
You feel the coolness of the air hit your exposed nipple making goosebumps travel around your arms. You moan out as you feel his wet mouth around your bud, tugging it with his teeth.
“Who do you belong to now babe?” Justin smiles as he pops his mouth away from your hardened bud. He watches as you, waiting for you to make a move.
“So perfect and tasty, how could I ever give you up?”
You watch as Justin picks you up with ease, grabbing your thighs and moving you on top of the kitchen counter. You watch as he looks back at you with nothing but lust worthy eyes.
Justin takes in his flushed you were, how your skin had gotten so sensitive after only one month of not seeing you, how shaky you were, how perfect you looked, how amazingly gorgeous you were and how you were all like this just for his eyes.
“‘Ive missed you so much,” Justin spills the truth from his lips uncontrollably as he quickly begins to work on your jeans. He easily pops the button open with his skillful fingers. He yanks them along with your panties until they reach your knees.
Justin watches how shy you had become just after one month of not being intimate with each other. Justin sees how unresponsive you were, this worried him. Were you not enjoying this?
“Are you ok?” Justin says in a serious tone, eyeing you with suspension as you sit there on the counter, closing your legs together.
You sit there, kind of ashamed of yourself. Your boyfriend would body shame you like hell, comparing you to his previous girlfriends he had in the past. Sure you weren’t the skinniest or the prettiest girl but you could help but feel the insecurities coming back to haunt you, even though it was Justin and not Adam you were being intimate with. You didn’t feel the love or intimacy in a long time during sex, you couldn’t help but feel ugly again.
“I-I don’t know if you Will see me the sand way,” you say honestly, “I’m used and worthless and-”
“I said, i’m worth-”
“Who said this! Or was this just a thought? Did someone tell you this?” Justin says as he brings his hands around your waist, rubbing circles on your back, hoping it’ll calm you down.
“He says I’m used..” you trail along in shame, “I’m not yours anymore. I’m sorry, I should just go.”
You felt wrong to let Justin see you anymore, you don’t want Justin to see you like this. You felt like old worn rag that nobody wanted to love.
“Don’t leave.” Justin says as he holds your face with his hands harshly, gripping you to look at him directly, “don’t fucking think like that-you are beautiful.”
Justin presses his lips against yours. You felt all the strong feelings you’ve missed over the month, you felt how wanted felt like, how much passion the kiss was worth.
You feel Justin’s cold fingers dancing between your legs, indicating to spread them. “Justin” you warn as you pull away from the long passionate kiss, “I-”
Justin touches your clit, feeling your legs feel a bit dry and empty. Justin twists his head in confusion, “why aren’t you wet?” Justin questions as he doesn’t feel the usual damp feeling he was used to making you feel. “Is something sexually wrong or..”
You sit there, not having a explanation at all, staring at him blankly.
“when was the last time you had sex?”
You hesitate but answer him “2 days ago,” you sigh out.
“well..” he trails off, the answer surprising him and not really making any sense to why you were suddenly had no sex drive.
“did you cum?” He asks.
You feel heat rising in your cheeks as you hear him ask you such a private question. “Did you?” he urges you.
“No..” you trail off into a soft voice “ I haven’t in a long time.”
“How long?” He shoots a question that make you want to hide under a rock again.
“I don’t remember” you say as you feel his eyes on you, boring a hole into your skull. I think the last time was with you“
Justin’s eyes were now laced in concerned. “here, “ he says as he travels down to your heat, gripping your legs tenderly, “i’ll make you cum- I can make you cum.”
Justin watches with wide eyes as he tugs your bottoms off your legs, leaving them bare. You sit there, awaiting his next move.
“Don’t be scared, i won’t judge-i promise.” justin cooes as he watches your expression cautiously. He slowly spreads your legs apart, widening them apart for his eyes to see everything.
You violently blush as you see his eyes on your exposed womanhood. You keep telling yourself it’s just Justin. But you couldn’t help but feel so wrong and forced. “Justin-stop-its not going to work.”
Justin takes a glimpse of your worried expression before pushing his thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly, warming you up. “It’s okay baby,- relax, feel it, c’mon babe.” justin whispers as he feels how stiff and hesitate you were being. Justin knew he could make you cum. He had many many times before, he knew this time was no different, he knew your body.
You start to feel the slow rubbing on your bud tingle a bit on your stomach. You could feel the familiar tug at your lower stomach.
“That’s it baby girl, you’re getting wetter.” he says as he quickly rubs a tad faster, his thumb rubbing up and down, he could feel the warm juices start to build up along your heat.
Justin removes his thumb from your bundle of nerves. He latches two fingers into his mouth, coating it with his saliva before pressing them against your entrance. Justin holds your hips still with his other hand as you squirm a bit at the fingers entering.
“God- you are so tight,” justin breathes out uncontrollably as he feels your walls around his digits. He pulls out, before pushing them back in, feeling and missing how amazing you felt.
He looks at how easily his fingers could slip in and out of you, how every time he would pull out, his fingers were coated in your juices. “Baby, are you wet enough?”
“Yeah,” you reply simply, “i think its working.”
“No shit babe,” he smirks, “you’re fucking coating my fingers.”
He pulls his fingers out before examining how your juices were sticking between his fingers. He grins as he shoves the fingers in your mouth.
You suck, kind of out of discomfort as justin holds your face with his other hand, forcing your mouth apart. You knew justin and how he liked being intimate with you, you had remembered what he liked and what he hated.
“How’d you taste?” he asks as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “sweet?” he questions before lunging in and pulling your head towards his, plunging his tongue into your mouth, before you could even swallow the taste.
“Dont fool yourself, y/n, don’t go back to him. I can treat you so much better,” he says he pushes your ankles until they hit the back of your thighs, exposing yourself fully. You could feel the tingle hit your core because of this position.
He mouths over your heat, eating you out with desire. “Are you gonna cum today?”
You feel your stomach plunging and twisting with a strong indication you were going to let go any second now. You feel his tongue dip his way into your entrance, making you shiver from your top to the tip of your toes. You quickly stumble your fingers into his light locks of hair.
You wail out as you feel him flick his tongue over and over your clit repeatedly, making your squirm and push your hips onto his face.
You close your eyes shut as you feel yourself finally let go, after what felt like years. “That’s it baby girl,” he mumbles against your core, the vibrations making you go wild.
Justin pulls away between your legs. You shyly blush at how messy his brown hair was, how he was wet from the tip of his nose to the end of his chin. He doesn’t say anything but grasp your hair and pull you into a passionate kiss.
summary/request ; hey girl! could you please do a justlex imagine based off the song take me home by jess glynne?? - daddyrossbutler
word count ; 1,800
character count ; 9,644
estimated reading time ; 6 minutes, 33 seconds
warnings ; angsty.
author’s note ; i’ve decided that most of my imagines are going to be au, meaning that hannah and jeff are alive but she still sent the tapes but changed them a bit so there was an extra one saying “and this is why i didn’t kill myself” and everyone (except bryce, courtney and marcus) apologised and became friends and everyone’s happy.
Italics are memories
Wrapped up, so consumed by all this hurt If you ask me, don’t know where to start Anger, love, confusion
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. No matter what he did, Alex couldn’t fall asleep. He didn’t know what it was, maybe it was new sheets he had, maybe it was the annoying buzzing sound coming from his tv, or maybe, and most likely, it was the missing body of a certain Justin Foley.
Note: Y'all… I just whipped this up instead of sleeping. It’s un-beta’d and slightly sleep-deranged. But I hope you like it anyway.
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The pebble that Justin kicked down the sidewalk as he strolled down it only cast the occasional shadow against the pavement because the streetlights were few and far between in this part of town. Justin didn’t mind. He liked being enveloped in the dark. It was like closing his eyes to give himself enough room to breathe.
The bag that hung on his shoulder was a bit heavier this evening. In his rush to get out of the apartment he begrudgingly called ‘home,’ he had packed a little too much. But maybe for the better. Maybe even… for good. And he only knew one place he could possibly take it.