#I cried laughing for almost 10 minutes when I paused it here like Justin PLEASE

[justinherbertobsessed]

Good Morning, I have a wild screenshot to show you 😭

[haileybcldwns]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

“Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby Stop right now, you'll only let me down...”

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Alcohol Usage .... and Justin Bieber. 🤷‍♀️

10 minutes... 

 The features on the blonde's exquisite face were stone cold, her brown eyes staring at her lockscreen while she waited for a text back from Justin. Weeks passed since their last altercation, when everything ended on a sour but heartbreaking note. Unlocking her screen, she checked her messages again only to find they were left unread. Her gaze turned to the house they once shared, seeing the hallway light illuminating the center of the house -- he was home but refused to acknowledge her. A strained breath left her lips and she threw her hands up in defense.  Hailey played it by his rules for years, at least she owed it to herself to get the rest of her belongings and Oscar back into her care. Unlocking her car, she let herself out of her Range Rover and released another sigh to steady her racing heart when she stood in front of the house. Her sneakers hit against the pavement while her fingers shakily fidgeted with the key. Maybe with her luck, Justin wouldn't be home after all. 

Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, praying under her breath this would be seamless while she inserted the key. Fiddling with the knob a few times, the model cursed under her breath while she turned it once more. Click. Finally. Stepping in quietly, the waft of his cologne greeted her and it instantly crushed her. Her heartbreak shattered harder, her pain growing unbearable while it burned through her veins. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. She breathed shakily, glancing around  their living room. She wanted to surrender, she wanted to fight. Hailey never gave up easily, not when it came to the people she loved.  Justin’s voice traveled down the staircase, causing Hailey to perk up as a force of habit. Tightening her lips, the blonde struggled to contain herself. She knew she had to constrain her itch to run to him and mumble apologizes, especially when she heard a female voice answer back.

Her sadness suddenly replaced itself with infuriating rage, seeing red. Hailey stalked upstairs to her closet and yanked her suitcases out. She didn't care, she didn't want to think it through and she would rather be caught dead than work it out with him now. Piling clothes into them, she didn't have a plan or cared to be organized when the voices got louder. Giggles boomed from the bedroom, tears springing to her eyes once again. Her breath got shallower and panicky because she didn't want to face him or whoever the hell his mistress could be. Zipping one of the suitcases, she moved to the next while hangers were thrown everywhere and she focused on grabbing the basics. A bark sounded through the walk-in closet, breaking Hailey from her frenzy while Oscar whimpered and greeted her. Kneeling down, she gathered the pup in her arms and ran her fingers through his fur. "It's going to be me and you now, okay?" the blonde whispered, choking back a sob at the realization of how fast everything was ripped out from underneath her feet. She was done, she was out of this. Hailey wanted nothing to do with Justin, not when he moved on and clearly never loved her in the first place. 

Wheeling out her suitcases after letting Oscar roam free, she craned her neck to press her ear against the door of the bedroom the couple once shared. Breaths and whispers echoed back, the rage roaming high and scalding through her. Throwing the door open, the female leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. "Nice... real trophy move." she spat. Her eyes gazed over the woman beside him, instantly recognizing her. It seemed like Justin didn’t need Hailey anymore.. it kind of felt like he couldn’t be tied down. Seeing him in basketball shorts and the other femme barely dressed in anything one could consider to be modest, it stung more. Locking eyes with the male, his words surprised her. "You're just now coming to get your things? I knew I should have changed that lock...it's almost like you were thinking me and you might be a thing again?” Was this... the same man she fell in love with or was Hailey completely blind? She watched him while he stood up. “It's about time...she's a lot of fun. No thinking required." 

“So, what are you still doing here, Hailey?” he asked and gestured to the door, causing her to tilt her head in attitude. “You got your suitcase..now leave?" The blonde stammered in complete shock, not recognizing whoever this loser was. Clarification: It was not the male she fell in love with but rather the idiot she made the mistake of saving. "Are you... out of your mind?" she asked in disbelief. Out of instinct, the blonde took a few steps forward but stopped herself. No. She didn't want Justin but she wanted him to suffer the way he caused her to. "I would never be with you again because you're nothing but a joke," she said firmly. If he wanted to be rude, she was ready to throw it back in his face. "You're nothing but the same sixteen year old kid I met those years ago. You're never going to change and frankly, you don't deserve anything...” 

It felt like they were at a stand-off, both of them staring at each other. She knew Justin, he wouldn’t step down... he wasn’t the type. The model contemplated  leaving silently or fighting it out but she knew neither of them would get them on good terms again. A light chuckle fell from his lips when he stepped forward and Hailey did not expect his next words. "I took you in with the goodness of my heart, this whole 'set up' from our parents...?” Justin paused to let out another laugh and Hailey scoffed, putting her hand up to dismiss him. She didn’t want to hear anymore of his lies and began to walk back to the door so she could collect her items and leave, but Justin kept talking. “I felt bad...I knew if I whispered the right words, and treated you good..that you'd fall right at my feet, and guess what, Hailey? You did...and right as I needed you, you came right back." 

Hailey stopped in her tracks. She lost all control over her mind and her actions and before she could register it, the blonde whipped around and  it seems as if her brain decidely thought it would be a smart idea for her to.. .chuck her sneaker at her ex-fiance. "Please... go fuck  yourself!!" she exclaimed. The femme on the bed jumped to his support and Hailey rolled her eyes. Hot on her heels, she quickly left the house with tears falling down her cheeks. She felt used, stupid, and played like a fool. He was the person she gave her all to but he never wanted it. 

Her sobs turned into weeps on the way home and all she wanted was to be alone and face this on her own but her heart broke when she pulled up her driveway. Loneliness was becoming a familiar feeling and alcohol was quickly becoming her dangerous companion. The rest of the night went by as a blur while she replayed the fight in her mind over and over, drinking away her sorrows and pain while Oscar cuddled by her side. It didn’t help that Justin posted a photo and the alcohol spurred her on to post cryptic messages. Eventually, she deleted them and settled on posting a selfie with Oscar to mask her pain. At least, no one would know she cried herself to sleep, right?

[companionjones]

The Beaten Girl And The Bisexual

Requested by: @warmbeebosoftbeebo

Request: an idea that's been coming to me off n on for months is the reader being the sister of one of high school brendon's bullies (i'm picturing b between 8-10 grade, prob 9th or 10th). she doesn't like her brother or what he does (maybe he bullies/abuses her too) but does like that sweet, anxious, awkward, talkative, hyper boy that her jerk of a brother keeps picking on inc homophobia n even outright beating, wants to protect him even, wishes she could be friends--maybe more than friends--with him...

i tend to think a lot of girls would have thought 15-17 yo brendon was gay, n also nice, funny, (more than) a bit of a goober, etc--someone they'd want to be friends with if they weren't worried about their own social status. talking about celebrity crushes with him at yr place n his crush on freddie mercury, ryan gosling n/or justin timberlake comes out accidentally. you think "knew it!" but he also crushes on jessica alba, scar jo so y're confused. he is too? knows he's bi? worries or doesn't?

Fandom: Panic! At The Disco

Pairing: Bisexual!Freshman!Brendon Urie x Abused!Junior!Female!Reader

Warnings: Sibling abuse, bullying, physical bullying, cursing

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CRASH! The sound of a body hitting a wall of lockers shattered through the air, followed by an uproar of mocking laughter. You flinched, and tried to ignore the group enjoying the incident. You especially steered clear of the senior student behind it all: your brother.

Glancing into the crowd was not something you meant to do, but once you did, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks.

Brendon Urie wasn’t someone you knew well. He was a little on the hyper side, and he talked a lot whenever he got the chance to. Brendon was also an awkward kid. Well, the sweet kind of awkward, you thought. You didn’t like that your brother had made Brendon his toy as soon as the freshman started at the high school. Maybe that was what made you interfere.

“Jordan!” You, with all the authority you could muster in that moment, called your brother by his name. “Leave him alone!”

It was like that scene in Tangled when the bar-goers were about to beat up Eugene, but then Rapunzel got their attention. Jordan whipped his head around to see you, and smiled a wicked smile that made your stomach turn.

His voice was maniacal. “Hey everybody, look! It’s my little sister, Y/n!” Jordan changed from talking to his buddies to addressing you, “What? Did you come to help this little nobody here?”

“Just leave Brendon alone. He’s never done anything to you.”

Jordan chuckled, “Woah! I didn’t know you two were on a first-name-basis! When did that happen?”

Rolling your eyes, you walked past your brother, and helped Brendon up. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” you offered the younger boy.

As you and Brendon exited the scene, you heard Jordan shout from behind you, “Just remember, sis, we live in the same house. So, I can come after you whenever I want to.”

“I know,” you poignantly responded over your shoulder.

It wasn’t until you were cleaning Brendon’s wounds in one of the boys’ bathrooms that the freshman decided to ask you, “Why did you help me?”

“Because,” you smirked, “you’re a youngin. It’s the upper-classmen’s job to take care of the little ones...not hurt them.” Your once joking tone turned sad for that last part. You walked away from where Brendon was sitting on the line of sinks to get another paper towel and wet it.

He was silent for a moment before asking another question, “What did you mean when you said you knew your brother would be coming after you?”

Then, it was your turn to pause. You decided to drop the inquiry completely. “...You can come to my house after school. Jordan’s always off with his friends until whatever hours of the night...that’s if he comes home at all. You want to come over?”

Brendon appraised you. Of course, he noticed you didn’t answer his question. “...Sure.”

After school, the walk to your house wasn’t far. You and Brendon talked and joked around on the way.

The kid wasn’t half bad, you thought. He talked a lot, but you thought he was cute when he was rambling. Brendon was goofy, too. He was awkward and clumsy, always stumbling around. You couldn’t help but smile, and even sometimes blush, at the way he acted around you.

After spending some time alone with him, you let your mind wander a bit. You stopped yourself quickly, though. You couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe it was the way he acted? Or the words he used sometimes? But you had a feeling he wasn’t...straight. You thought he was gay.

And you knew Brendon had no clue about that part of himself.

By the time you and him arrived at your house, you both were immersed in a conversation about each other’s celebrity crushes. You were finishing up your own list as the two of you entered through the front door. While setting your stuff down, you realized Brendon was too immersed in his words to actually realize what he was saying.

“Freddie Mercury, Justin Timberlake--”

Startled at the ease that the same-sex names rolled off Brendon’s tongue with, your eyebrows shot up. You knew it!

“--Jessica Alba, and Scarlett Johansson.”

Wait, what? Both guys and girls? You were wrong about him being gay, then.

Almost right after Brendon finished speaking, he blanched. He clearly did not plan on telling you all those names.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” you reassured once you saw the confused look on his face, “Just sit down. We’ll talk through this.” You plopped down onto the couch, and waited for Brendon to join you. When he did, you continued, “So, you like boys and girls. That’s okay.”

He was quick to rebut, “No.” Then, he backtracked, “Wait, no. It is okay, it’s just not that...I’m not...” Tears started to appear in his eyes, and you could see the fear and sadness in them.

“Shh, shh. Come here,” you pulled him to you, and Brendon cried as quietly as he could into your shoulder.

Then, someone stomped onto the front porch.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach, you quickly separated yourself from Brendon. “My bedroom is the last door to the right down the hall. I’ll get our stuff. Go now.”

Brendon looked scared, terrified to leave you behind. However, he knew waiting for you would only cause more trouble. Brendon left.

While moving faster than you could ever remember moving, you gathered Brendon’s and your backpack and books together. Your parents wouldn’t have been home for hours. There was only one person that could’ve been outside, drunkenly fumbling with the keys. It was Jordan.

You took off running.

Sadly, the farthest you could make it was halfway down the hallway. Your brother harshly threw you into a wall, sending everything you were carrying all over the place.

Jordan’s slurred shouts shook the house. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SHIT YOU PULLED TODAY?!?!!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sor--” you squeaked back.

He interrupted you, “NO, YOU’RE NOT! YOU LITTLE BITCH! I SHOULD FUCKING KILL--”

“STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW!” you screamed, but it wasn’t really at your brother. You made it seem so, but you were actually warning Brendon. You heard the freshman trying to open your door. You couldn’t let Brendon be another victim to what you were about to go through.

It was both good news and bad news that Jordan didn’t know Brendon was in the house yet. Good news, Brendon wouldn’t get hurt. Bad news, Jordan believed your trick that the words were meant for him. As bruises appeared on your arms, legs, and torso; your lips and tongue were cut up; and your left eye was blackened; you tried to keep your mind on the fact that Brendon had listened to you. He wouldn’t have to be a part of your torture.

Once Jordan felt he was done, he stumbled back out of the house, mumbling about going out with some of his friends. You stayed on the ground for a few moments, trying to calm down your breathing. Apparently, you took longer than you intended.

Silently, Brendon came out of your bedroom. He helped you to your feet, and into the bathroom. Suddenly, the roles from earlier in the day were reversed.

Brendon didn’t talk until he was a few minutes into cleaning your cuts. “Guess I know why you dropped my question from earlier.” His voice held no sarcasm or mockery.

That was probably why you broke down crying.

Brendon held you. Just like you did for him earlier that day, Brendon held you. You felt him duck his head down to your shoulder. The pressure of it made you smile through your tears.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Panic! At The Disco over on my page, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

*Extended Ending*

Years went by, and you and Brendon shot up in the world. It seemed you blinked, and suddenly Brendon was one of the biggest singers in most of the world, and you were his wife. It took you both being eighteen to finally move out of your hometown, and get away from your brother. Also, over the years, Brendon got worlds more comfortable with his sexuality, and the both of your love grew.

“Baby, that was amazing,” you congratulated as your husband came off stage.

Brendon was still riding the high of his performance. So, he came right in and kissed you. One of his hands cupped your cheek, and the other snaked its way around your waist. He cut the kiss off with an exaggerated “MUAH! Thank you, my love!”

Smiling and laughing at the singer’s antics, you took your husband in. You couldn’t how far you both had come. You certainly far from being just the beaten girl and the bisexual. You pulled your husband away from the wings of the stage, eager to carry on your long, fulfilling, and exhilarating life with Brendon Urie.