Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Anniversary [requested]

As you woke up, a smile etched itself on your face. You reached your arms out in front of you and started to feel the spot beside you, expecting of course to feel your husband Justin lying beside you.

Your smile was soon replaced with a frown when his spot was empty and cold, meaning he hadn’t been there for a while.

Where the hell could he have been? Today was you guy’s fifth anniversary and he just decided to not be here?

Strike 1!

You sniffed the air, thinking he was maybe downstairs making breakfast. When your sniffer received nothing but the plain, boring, food-less air, you got out of bed and made your way down the stairs.

Rubbing your eyes, you entered the kitchen and saw it was as empty as Justin’s drawers were about to be if he forgot your anniversary. As you approached the counter, you saw a little note with Justin’s hand writing on it. You smiled, thinking that he did that cute thing they do in movies where the boy leaves adorable little notes all over the place which would lead you straight to him.

You picked up the note, thinking it was the movie thing, but for the second time in the past 5 minutes, your smile was replaced with a frown.

Didn’t want to wake you up to tell you but I’m at the studio :)

Was he serious? Was he really working on your anniversary? Was this Justin? Was this the same man you married five years ago? You knew his memory was bad, but goddamn this is taking it to a new level.

Strike 2!

After eating breakfast alone, you decided that you were going to take a little visit up to the studio to maybe remind the poor fool that he should be at home snuggled on the couch with you, not working.

‘I swear if this boy forget about this it’s gonna be the last thing he does,’ You thought as you stuck your feet in some slippers and left the house.

Half an hour later, you pulled up and noticed none of Justin’s cars were there. Eyes narrowed, you entered the building and soon after found the room Justin always seemed to use. You pushed the door open, not even giving a shit who was in there with him.

A dozen heads turned towards you the second the door was fully opened and you recognized every person in the room. But none of them were the white boy you were looking for.

“Hey, Y/N!” Za smiled, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for the idiotic white boy I call my husband.”

“Justin?”

“No, Abraham Lincoln,” You rolled your eyes, “Of course Justin.”

“Well, he’s not here.” Za continued. You noticed how he was the only one out of all the familiar people in the room that was talking to you. You looked from Kendall, to Twist, to Maejor, then back to Za with narrowed eyes.

“Then where the hell is he?” You were on the verge of snapping at them all. You had a feeling they were hiding something from you and you weren’t leaving until you found out what it was.

“He told us he was heading up to Canada.” Twist shrugged.

Canada? Why the hell was he going to Canada? Did he realize that he forgot what the day was and decided to escape from you while he could?

“He’s where?” You yelled, “What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to give me high blood pressure?”

They shrugged. “His plane is leaving in twenty minutes if you want to catch up to him and ask him yourself.”

Oh, you didn’t have to be told twice. You angrily marched out the room and to your car. Justin had no idea the hole he had dug himself into.

Strike 3! You’re out!

After running a couple stop signs and slowing down when you saw a police car, you pulled into the private L.A. airport where a ton of celebrities left from.

You angrily walked over to the first plane you saw, assuming it was Justin’s. You climbed the few steps, and even before you were inside you started yelling.

“You stupid, annoying, son of a-”

“Excuse me?” The female voice said interrupting you.

Your eyes went wide. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry. I thought this was somebody else’s plane I didn’t k-”

She laughed, “It’s alright, chill. If you’re looking for Justin’s plane then it’s around the corner of the warehouse.”

You offered her a small apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry Zendaya I thought this was Justin’s plane.” You gave her a thumbs up. “I’m a big fan, really, keep up the good work and stay awesome.”

You ran off the plane as quickly as possible. Could that have been any more awkward?

You took the corner around the warehouse and saw Justin’s plane come into view. Double checking with the numbers on it that it was indeed his, you made your way on and then started yelling.

“Justin! Justin bring that ass here!” You yelled. Your eyes fell down to your feet and saw that there were little red rose petals scattered everywhere.

What the hell? Were you on the wrong plane again?

“Y/n,” Justin chuckled, “I’m back here.”

You slowly followed the petals to the back of the plane where there was a little bedroom. You pushed the door open and found Justin standing in the middle of the room, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“You had me running around the whole state of fucking California looking for your ass, Justin. You are half a second away from catching the back of this hand to the side of your face white boy.” You snapped, your hands on your hips.

Justin began slowly walking towards you. When he was right in front of you, he removed your hands from your hips. “Happy anniversary baby girl.” He brought your hands up to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. “I’m sorry I had you running all around town looking for me.”

His voice was dangerously low, it was so close to a whisper. It practically had you forgetting why you are even here.

“I-It’s alright.” You stuttered. “W-where were you going?”

“We’re going wherever you want to go.” He answered seductively.

You gulped as Justin started walking you all backwards until you hit a wall. Justin captured your lips with his and you went weak at the knees. Completely forgetting why you were mad at him, you kissed back. You felt his tongue trace against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you refused, he bit down on your lip, causing you to gasp and give him the opportunity slip his tongue in.

“Jump.”  He whispered raspily into your ear. You obeyed and his hands made their way to your ass as your legs wrapped around his torso.

Let’s just say that that was the most stressful and aggravating, yet most exciting anniversary you ever had.

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sorry if this is shitty...I wrote this at about 1:30 this morning oops

& thanks for 40k! ♡