#honestly makes it feel a little less lonely when you know u got thousands of lil friends :)

[novanoms]

If you’re ever feeling sad that you can’t hold prey safe in ur tum, just remember that you already house trillions of tiny lil bacteria guys in ur tum that not only help you out but need you to survive! Your gut is there favorite place and they are well protected in there <3

[eyeless-cunt]

Can u give us some yandre eyeless jack headcannons? How would he go about breaking u down?

sorry I know I got this right after the hoodie and masky breaking you down ask but I am only getting to it now hehe 🌸👉👈

TW: yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, psychological abuse, manipulation, fake emotions, false accusations, slight pp warning

He doesn’t need to take away food or even isolate you. He knows exactly how to get you to eat right out of his hand without using barbaric methods. He wants nothing more than to take you away from everything, but he knows that if he takes you now then you’ll just be an unwilling prisoner.

If you have a boyfriend/gf he’ll plant evidence of them cheating—used underwear placed in their coat pocket that certainly is not yours. (he stole it from some other house somewhere else) He’ll put a bra in the back seat of their car, hidden from view but certainly findable now that he knows you’re going to be looking for even more evidence of cheating once you find the underwear.

If that doesn’t do it then he’ll go even farther—stealing their phone and texting sex bots that will seem like real people in the moment, maybe even reaching out to random people and texting them lewd shit, asking for pictures, being a general asshole. He’ll leave the phone open beside you, nudging you awake and then quickly making his leave, watching from somewhere else as you squint at the bright phone screen beside you.

Once you see the messages it’s certainly over. You kick them out of your shared space despite their protests, and block them on everything. Anytime they try to reach out to you is met with scorn and them being ignored—Jack loves watching the show before him.

Jack eventually finds your number and starts texting you. You ask who this is and he replies and the conversation continues despite you knowing you don’t know this person. But you’re lonely and upset, and you honestly don’t care right now—what’s even more is that they seem so sweet, you can’t help but enjoy talking to them.

Jack is patient, and he takes the slow and steady route. The calculated route, the manipulative route. He texts you for months, building a relationship and gaining your trust faster than he thought he would. Eventually you even want to meet up—since obviously Jack has become one of your dearest friends ever since the breakup that made you distance yourself from friends and family.

He says sure, but, that he wears a mask because he got into an accident a few years ago. (is a thousand years ago only a few?) He tells you that the mask creeps people out and so he’s just so nervous that it’ll weird you out. He says he wears gloves because it scarred his skin—are you really sure you want to be seen with him in public? You’ve sent him pictures of yourself before, so he tells you that you look like a normal person, and an attractive one at that, he’s sure people will stare if you’re seen with him.

You insist that something shallow like that won’t change your opinion on him—you know that he’s kind and more intelligent than you could ever hope to be, so a creepy mask won’t be enough to throw you off. And so you both set a date and time. You’re excited, he’s one of your only friends you’re still in contact with, and even then he’s the only one you text daily all day. You can’t wait to meet him and then hang out more after this. If anything, you kinda have a crush on him, although you’re positive he wouldn’t feel the same about you.

You’re a bit curious about his mask and just how freaky it is—hopefully nothing too bad, but even if it is you’ll be fine with it. You want to know more about him, and spend more time with him. You spot him immediately, as does he to you. You approach each other and immediately what comes out of your mouth is, “can I touch your mask? It looks cool.” You’re about to say nevermind because you realize that might be insensitive, but he laughs and tells you sure. His voice makes you shiver. It’s deep and throaty yet somehow really smooth. It makes you want nothing more than to hear him whisper in your ear. He notices you shiver and smirks—he knows he has you where he wants you.

The day progresses and you insist on taking him home. After all he said he lived two hours away and it’s ten at night! He has to sleep over, obviously. You made him drive all this way to see you, so it’s only natural that he stays longer. He doesn’t argue.

You can’t say that you’re not itching to see what’s under his mask, and you’re not being discreet about it either. Eventually he relents once you ask and says he’ll show you his hands. So of course, you’re so excited that you scooch closer to him on the couch, pressed against him. You notice this but your crush has only grown during the day, and you want nothing more than to grab him and never let go.

It feels odd, this emotion, because you never felt it with any of your exes. You must like him a lot more than you did anyone you were ever in a relationship with, and that’s actually exciting to you. You don’t want to stay as friends or anything even close to platonic, but you figure you’ll wait to see if he may feel the same.

You take his gloved hand in yours, quickly slipping off the glove only to pause. “Is your skin...grey? You have a lot of scars.” He nods, seemingly nervous. “Yes...all of my body looks the same.” You get a wicked idea, and even though you know this is wrong of you, you act on it anyways.

“Really? Let me see?” He lets you believe that you’re the one taking advantage of him, looking at him with lust when he’s obviously so shy about his scarred appearance. He acts more nervous. “Uh, are you sure? I think it’s gross.”

“No no, it’s not, I promise! Here, take off your shirt.” He acts reluctant, as if he really wants to please you, as if he’s being pressured. You know what you’re doing is wrong. He just wanted to hang out with someone that he considered his friend, yet here they are stripping him and thinking the lewdest thoughts imaginable. He slips off his sweatshirt, taking great care to make sure the mask stayed on. His arms are now visible, and are the same deep grey with bright white scars that litter them. You’re reaching to feel them, and take notice of how hard his muscle is, it’s practically concrete. You wonder if the rest of him is the same way.

He’s pleased that you seem so entranced with his body, and he takes notice of the way you press your thighs together, discreetly rubbing them against each other, just barely visible. He smiles at the sight from under his mask, happy that you’re ahead of schedule.

You move to grab the ends of his shirt, most certainly now impatient and almost entranced in lust or whatever this feeling was for your friend that sat beside you, seemingly innocent. He grabs your hands, “looking” away, his mask turned away from you. “Are you still sure? I know you’re curious but you seeing more of me makes me nervous...”

You feel bad, knowing that your motives were much less pure than simple curiosity. You wanted to ravage this man, plain and simple. “But you’re so pretty. I’ve never seen anyone with grey skin before. I’ll be gentle, promise?” Jack felt his pleasure grow as you played right into his hands, feeding his ambition.

“Alright.” He nodded, his tone was gentle but his voice that sounded anything but human was deep and practically monstrous. It just served to turn you on even more. You lifted his shirt over his head, him still taking care to keep the mask in place. Jesus Christ. He had the smoothest washboard abs you’ve ever seen in your entire life. You thought that you’d struck gold with him, and honestly you might have. You ran a few fingers over them, tracing his scars and feeling the rigid bumps on his skin, just as hard as his arms. He covered his face even though the mask was still in place, feigning embarrassment and nervousness.

“Seriously Jack, you’re really fucking pretty. I think if I was dating you I’d never keep my hands or mouth off of you.” You smiled at your not so subtle words. Jack almost laughed at how obvious you were being, but it made him happy. He visibly gulped, showing you his fake nervousness once again. “I don’t know, I don’t think so.”

You gave an evil little smirk, this going exactly your way. Little did you know it was also going his way. “Let me prove it.” You seemed confident, and Jack liked that. It proved to him that you were already comfortable around him.

“Prove it?” He tilted his head. “Mhm,” you hummed. You continued you run your hands over him, wondering if you’d score him or not. “How does someone even prove something like that,” he asked, oh so innocently. You smiled at him, your lust for him obvious.

“I can show you? If you let me see your face?” He tensed up, looking away. You noticed this and felt bad all over again.

“I can’t show you.” You looked so sad at his response. He almost felt guilty.

“Why not? Even if it’s horrendous I still won’t care!”

“It’s not the scars. Or even my skin. It’s my eyes.”

“Your eyes?” He nodded in response. You waited for him to speak again, craving an explanation.

“Uh, seriously I don’t know how you’ll react if I tell you this.” He slipped off the mask, his sockets closed so you couldn’t see what laid beneath. You almost gasped at seeing his face—he was the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. His beauty couldn’t possibly be human, right? His hair was a deep brown, his skin the same grey. The scars that littered his body were so few here. You couldn’t help but take his face into your hands, feeling his skin that felt so hard under your hands.

He gripped you, pulling you into him, your head nuzzled against his neck. You welcomed the contact but figured he just didn’t want to have you see his face any longer. “You’re beautiful,” you said lowly, in his right ear. You let your arms reach around his neck, your mouth pressing against his skin.

“My eyes. I, um. They’re not there. I don’t have any.”

Well that didn’t make sense. How did he walk around with you all day then? As if reading your thoughts, he answered them, quietly.

“I just have really good hearing. Think of me like a bat.” Of course that wasn’t true. He could see perfectly fine without eyes, even better than any human possibly could. But he couldn’t exactly tell you that he wasn’t human.

You sat up. “That’s kinda cool how you do that actually. Jack, I know I’ve said this like a million times but...you really are pretty.” He shook his head, his facial expressions clear to you now that the mask lay discarded on the floor.

“I know I said that if I were dating you I’d never be able to keep my mouth or hands away from you but...we’re not even dating and as you can clearly see my hands haven’t left your skin even once.” He gulped, a hand of his reaching up to cover his face.

—your pov—

“You’ve never seen someone with grey skin before, so I’m not surprised.” He bit his lip, making me quickly realize that he had literal fangs. My god he just kept getting hotter. I stood up from my spot beside him and sat myself in his lap, making him ‘look’ up at me, confused and flustered.

“No, you’re just really addictive Jack.” He flinched at my words, facing away from me, nervousness growing. I took his face in my hands, leaning towards him. “Can I kiss you?” He practically jumped. “You seriously want to?” He seemed baffled by the idea.

“Yeah. Can I?” He nodded slowly, allowing me to press my lips against his, his arms immediately reaching to press me closer against him. I moved against him slowly at first, my hands reaching down to unbutton his pants and palm him through his jeans. He let out a small moan, which only encouraged me. He suddenly stopped me though, upsettingly enough.

—third person pov—

Jack knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. All he needed was your confirmation. “Uh, (y/n)...does this mean we’re dating?” He said it so softly, pretending that his nervousness was taking him over. You beamed, responding with a yes.

Bingo. You’re his now, sweetheart.

[all-an-act]

Possibly another adopted by tokomaru hcs but if they were all adopted together?

I gotchu~

~ Mod Noire

"We'll Save You"

(TokoMaru x Platonic!Warriors Of Hope)

They heard that they were going to be adopted by Komaru and Toko, and were all instantly ":O" faced.

Masaru and Nagisa immediately take on the protective roles of the rest, stepping in front of them at all times, as if ready to accept a beating in order to protect the others.

This deeply saddens Toko, who reassures all five kids that they have nothing to worry about.

Monaca gets shunned for a while by the other four, despite deeply regretting all she had done to them prior.

This is intervened by Komaru, who stages a mini "intervention", so to speak. She basically allows Monaca to express her regret, and the other Warriors to hear her out.

"Deal with it." - Komaru, in the middle of a peaceful argument with Toko.

Masaru, surprisingly, broke down crying, and the other Warriors were not happy.

Kotoko WAS READY TO THROW HANDS-

Honestly, if it weren't for Monaca and Nagisa, both Komaru and Toko would have probably gotten killed by Kotoko's wrathful self-

Jataro was the comfort to Masaru, and Monaca joined in on that after mediating the fight.

If anyone says the word "gentle", I kid you not, Nagisa socks them in the jaw so fast-

NOBODY gets to hurt HIS little sister. His words, not mine.

Kotoko helps Monaca bedazzle her wheelchair with cute jewels, stickers, and googly eyes!

The first time a Warrior called one of them "mom", it was completely an accident.

And it was, surprisingly enough, Jataro who said it.

Toko was helping Jataro sew up his mask after it had come apart, when he blurted it out.

"Thank you, M-M-Mom."

Toko's heart felt like it could burst right then and there.

But it shattered when he began apologizing for it.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what g-g-got into me... I didn't mean t-to... I'll never s-say it again, I p-p-promise..."

Toko hugged him so tight, she almost squeezed the oxygen out of him.

"N-No! No! I like that you see me as your mom, because that's what I a-am now!"

Jataro was confused. All his life, his mother hadn't wanted him. The idea that someone did, especially someone so kind and sweet, baffled him. It just seemed so foreign to him, and the warm affection almost seemed to burn.

"N-N-Naegi-San, too?"

"Yes! Naegi-San is happy to be your mom, too! We love you! We both love all of you!"

The first secret came from Monaca, where she revealed that she had faked her disability. She was willing to give up the faking, but wanted to keep her wheelchair for comfort. Komaru agreed to this, and allowed her to keep her wheelchair as a comfort item.

Kotoko and Nagisa were a bit upset about that, but they eventually forgave Monaca, understanding that she only used it to obtain sympathy enough to escape from the abuse of her brother and father. Masaru and Jataro forgave her right away.

Nagisa revealed once that he was getting picked on in school, and that he wanted to be homeschooled because of it.

Genocide Jack was NOT HAVING IT.

He showed up at the school, and threatened the kids' lives with scissors had a talk with them.

That was when Nagisa realized that he really could depend on the two women. He did begin to show affection, albeit in his own kuudere way, much more often.

For example, he was a lot less snarky when correcting their grammar, math, etc., and he genuinely smiles and compliments them all the time.

Kotoko gave the first hug. She was so overwhelmed with emotion, that she shamelessly, unapologetically hugged both Komaru and Toko!

Uncle. Makoto. Is. Their. Favorite. Person. In. The. History. Of. Everything.

NOW, LET'S GET INTO HOLIDAYS WITH THIS FAMILY-

Komaru and Toko totally put all five of the kids in therapy for their trauma.

None of them are upset with it, though. They actually appreciate it.

New Year's is a surprisingly fun holiday with this family!

Kotoko, Masaru, and Monaca stay up to watch the ball drop with Komaru!

Nagisa, Jataro, and Toko are all out before eleven o'clock.

The four that are awake do fun things while waiting for the ball to drop!

For example, Monaca reads them her favorite books! She takes requests, though, and if one of them requests a specific story, she will try her best to read it. Komaru makes sure not to request anything too difficult for someone her age.

Masaru gets them all to play ping-pong with spoons and mini cupcakes.

The rounds are as follows: Masaru vs. Monaca, Masaru vs. Kotoko, Masaru vs. Komaru, Komaru vs. Monaca, Komaru vs. Kotoko, and Kotoko vs. Monaca.

Kotoko paints all their nails. Yes, even Masaru's. Masaru genuinely doesn't care, and he wants his the brightest, boldest red color she has. Komaru goes for a paler green. Monaca goes for bright green. Kotoko gets her nails painted by Masaru and Monaca; one hand for each of them.

Kotoko ends up with a half pink, half black handset, courtesy of Monaca and Masaru, respectively.

Toko and the others are disappointed that they missed all the festivities, but Komaru reassures them that there's always next year.

Valentine's Day is another fun holiday for them!

Jataro saves up all his allowance for almost four months in order to buy everyone presents!

Precious babey-

Jataro ends up giving Komaru a Ouija board, tuna eyeballs, and a new electric fan to talk to.

Yes, Jataro has witnessed her strange habits, and is curious of them.

He gets Toko a little clip-on nightlight to help her through her fear of the dark. She clips it to her shirt twenty-four-seven, and always makes sure that it has batteries.

Masaru is given a cool red basketball with his name written in white letters. He never plays with it, though, preferring to keep it in a safe place, where it won't get dirty or broken.

Nagisa is gifted a large encyclopedia. It's a simple gift, but he appreciates it, and gives Jataro a long, genuine hug.

He gifts Kotoko with a cute book with kawaii, adorbs stickers. Surprise, surprise, everybody wakes up with their faces stickered, and there are stickers all along the walls, floors, and appliances. Anybody who comes over thinks it's cute, and that only encourages Kotoko to "spread [her] adorbs-ness everywhere"!

He gives Monaca a sewing machine, because Monaca had brought up her love of fashion. He thought that maybe she would want to design her own. Monaca burst into tears, exclaiming that she felt so selfish for accepting a gift from someone she used to treat so cruelly. Of course, Jataro reassures her that that's in the past, and they're siblings now. Monaca ends up with a soft smile, and hugging the life out of a very blushy, flustered Jataro.

When St. Patrick's Day rolls around, Monaca puts her Valentine’s Day present to use! She makes cute green outfits for everyone, and takes their senses of style into account. Masaru's is designed like a jersey, Kotoko's has lots of glitter and frills, Komaru's and Toko's are designed like schoolgirl uniforms, Nagisa's is formally styled, Jataro's is leathery, and her own looks steampunk.

Kotoko convinces everyone to go look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or at least some leprechauns.

They didn't find any. :(

April Fool's Day is a D A N G E R O U S day to exist, as long as they live with Masaru.

Masaru is basically a miniature Kokichi Ouma when it comes to pranks.

He switched the sugar for salt once, and Kotoko ended up sick for two weeks, considering she eats too much of it, and probably eats it in spoonfuls.

Mother's Day is a fun one! They split Mother's Day up into five days, that way each kid got to spend time with each mother.

On the first day, Toko took Masaru to a basketball game that she had scored third-row tickets to prior to Mother's Day. He cheered so loud, and it warmed her heart to see his joy at her surprise. Masaru ended up giving her a pack of colored chalk for her to write on her chalkboard with. Komaru ended up taking Nagisa to watch Harry Potter in a theater with her, after realizing they had both read the book. In return, he gave her a meal of tuna eyeballs that he cooked, himself. They weren't perfect, but... he tried. :'3

On day two, Toko took Nagisa to go write short stories together. They googled writing prompts, and each used the same one to comprise a story of under five thousand words in ten minutes. Then, they judged and gave constructive criticism to one another. He gave her high-quality pens to write down her ideas with. Meanwhile, Komaru took Jataro to plant a garden of vegetables in the backyard, and tend to it everyday. Sometimes, Jataro talks to their plants when he feels lonely. He gave her a pretty rock. Again, he tried. :'3

On day three, Toko took Jataro on a food tour, where she drove around and they got a small snack from every food place they drove past, eventually ending up with a whole big meal! He gave her a pretty flower. All the while, Komaru took Kotoko to a fashion show where they showcased pretty glittery idol clothes and lolita clothes. She gave Komaru a song she had written in her honor. Yes, Kotoko actually spent weeks writing a song for Komaru, and even got the other Warriors to play the instruments for the music. Masaru played guitar, Nagisa played the piano, Jataro played the drums, and Monaca played the bass. Of course, Kotoko was the vocalist. (Band AU?)

On day four, Toko took Kotoko to a Morning Musume concert. I swear, everyone must have had bleeding ears from how loud Kotoko screamed for it. She ended up getting an autograph and a picture with Tanaka Reina, so she was a very, very happy girl. She gave Toko a pink card that had a painted sweet message on it and was practically swimming in pink glitter. Meanwhile, Komaru took Monaca to play video games and order Monaca's favorite food. It was something simple, but something Monaca really appreciated. They played Pac-Man, Super Smash Bros., Sonic The Hedgehog, and Crash Bandicoot. And they had tons of fun. Monaca gave her a cute new outfit, made in steampunk design, that she made, herself.

On day five, Toko took Monaca to a planetarium, where they looked at all the beautiful constellations. Monaca, being the smart cookie she is, told her all their names, what they represented, etc.! And at night, they went stargazing for real, Monaca pointing out her favorite constellations again. Monaca gave Toko an invention of hers: a program she designed that filters out spelling errors, grammar errors, etc., and suggests new ideas when writer's block comes around. Meanwhile, Komaru took Masaru to play laser tag! Komaru got "shot" sixteen times, while Masaru got "shot" three times. The two made jokes about it the entire way home, and it was just an overall fun day. He gave her the baseball that he had batted to hit the final, winning home run in his last game. It was the only winning baseball he had ever hit, so Komaru felt quite special receiving the gift.

Now, onto Father's Day~!

Genocide Jack takes an hour to spend with each kid!

He plays soccer, basketball, and baseball with Masaru for the first hour!

He reads stuffy, boring novels with Nagisa for the second hour.

He cooks the best, most fanciest meal with Jataro for the third hour!

He acts out movie and show scenes with Kotoko for the fourth hour.

He helps Monaca make inventions and sew for the fifth hour!

He refuses all of their gifts in return, however, as he doesn't believe that children who have been hurt in the past, just as Toko herself was, should be allowed to pay homage to adults.

Despite them not technically being his kids, he cares enough to step into that role for them, Toko and Komaru allowing him to do so.

The fourth of July is great!

Genocide Jack brings up the idea of taking the kids to a carnival for it, to which Toko and Komaru agree.

They all get facepaints, funnel cakes, and they ride all the rides!

They play most of the games as well, and win eight or nine stuffed animals!

It becomes an annual tradition to take the kids to the carnival for the Fourth Of July!

For Halloween, of course they're all the cutest things!

Masaru is Yasutaka Okayama. Nagisa is Albert Einstein. Jataro is Frankenstein's Monster. Kotoko is a Fairy Princess. Monaca is female Izuku Midoriya.

Kotoko has no issue using her cuteness to get extra candy.

When Thanksgiving rolls around, it's always fun!

Toko and Komaru prepare dinner the night before, while the Warriors aren't allowed downstairs. They have to call if they want something, like water, and there is a bathroom in the attic.

In the morning, when the actual cooking happens, Kotoko and Masaru beg to help, but only Nagisa is allowed to, because Nagisa is the responsible one.

Even so, they invite their family members that they are still in touch with, such as Uncle Makoto, Aunt Kyoko, Aunt Aoi, Uncle Byakuya, Uncle Yasuhiro, and even Genocide Jack makes his "grand appearance".

Honestly, it shouldn't even be surprising at this point.

Christmas is another fun time!

They do Secret Santa, but Komaru and Toko make sure that they get each other.

Masaru gets Jataro; he ends up getting Jataro a whole new array of spices and flavorings for his cooking hobby! Jataro appreciates this greatly, and uses it whenever he cooks.

Nagisa gets Kotoko; he gets her a toy microphone that works like a real one, just on a smaller scale. Nagisa can now consider himself the reason "One Room Sugar Life" is belted through the house at two in the morning every day.

Jataro gets Monaca; he buys her a whole stack of fashion magazines with her beloved Big Sis Junko in them, along with new fabric to sew with. She appreciates the gifts, and assures Jataro that he can revel in despair with her when she obtains it.

Monaca gets Masaru; she gifts him with a ping-pong set, a table tennis set, and an air hockey set. Masaru is surprised that she cared enough, to which Monaca replies, "Monaca is a changed person now. Monaca cares about you now."

Birthdays are the same as Christmas, but all their efforts focus on that one person.

They grow to all love each other very much, and all of them would happily die in defense of the others.

Monaca even eventually gives up on her obsession with Junko, hope, and despair, with their help.

All the Warriors will forever appreciate everything that Toko and Komaru have done for them.

Overall, just a completely wholesome family.

[jujubieberbae]

SELF CONSCIOUS

Warnings: None

Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn

I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy! 

Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now. 

I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed. 

But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe. 

I used to be like that, before I met him for real.

I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me. 

At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did. 

My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?” 

And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it...” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd's screams only just beginning to pick up.

“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!” 

And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?” 

After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.

“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.

“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.

I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan. 

“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.

Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.” 

“But-”

“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.

Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.

Justin’s POV

“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”

“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?” 

“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”

“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No...I mean...I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.

“Okay...” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”

“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”

That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.

“What?” I questioned. 

“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”

 “Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“Maybe not to you but to her...” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”

“But that’s not true at all.” 

“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated. 

“Well then...what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”

And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.

1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.

“SCOOTER!”

Y/N POV

I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN...JUS-TIN...JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.

“Y/N!” 

The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.

“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”

“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.

“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.” 

Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”

And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl...

“Justin, what’s going on?”

But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.

“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There's gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you's and start overs...”

While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.

Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright. 

Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?

“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don't need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you're mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”

He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.

He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.

Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love. 

“If you let me inside your world! There's gonna be one less lonely girl....” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine. 

And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us. 

The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYBODY!”