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luvbunnie203-blog · 7 years
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Ely And Justin 😍☹️❤️
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hkkn123 · 4 years
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Me encanta mucho jelysandra y me gustaría conocerlos algún día
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kingsbybizzle-blog · 7 years
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My angels 😍😇
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sejdz · 7 years
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exposingsmgask · 7 years
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did jelysandra actually happen? or will it happen?
Nope and nope
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biebsimagine · 7 years
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The jelysandra pic Justin posted. My cute parents i ship them so bad.
It was pretty cute!
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If Jelysandra becomes a real thing, I'm gonna flip
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ykno when you suddenly remember your old ships that never made it and you feel v nostalgic
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the-sun-is-dark · 8 years
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DEAD ON THE FLOOR MIJA
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sejdz · 7 years
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jelysandra stan
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exposingsmgask · 7 years
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Do you have any tea on jelysandra? I love their complicity on stage.
Yeah the tea is....we'll tell you in a random post. It doesn't deserves its own.
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justinloser · 8 years
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I don’t even care if Elysandra and Justin date, they’re both just cute as fuck honestly. I don’t care if they have a thing or never have a thing together, but at the end of the day they’re so playful and cute with each other. On and off stage
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dionne-dances · 8 years
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Justin forgot the WDYM dance again! 😂💕 but Elysandra kept going like the professional she is 😍 look at him smiling at her though!
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the-sun-is-dark · 8 years
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To all Jelysandra shippers (including me, I just hate myself sometimes so I do this things 😂❤)
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1800hotlinebizzle · 8 years
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Squad Goals Season 3 Episode 14
Rhiannon
I thank god for Victoria's Secret sports bras because without one right now I'd probably be getting knocked out by my boobs. Panda by Desiigner blasts through the complex gym and I'm chasing the beat on a treadmill.
"Nonnie!" The sound of Justin's voice scares me out of my thoughts and I damn near trip off of the treadmill. I was super uncoordinated, I had stopped doing my usual workout routines when I found out I was pregnant.
"Shit, are you okay babe?" The machine cuts off and I take a swig off my Evian before laughing,
"can we just pretend that you didn't see that?" Justin shakes his head and pulls me into a tight hug, lingering longer than usual and taking a deep breathe of my hair.
"Are you okay JB? How was the meeting?" His hands rest just above my ass and I find it out of character for him to not be grabbing and squeezing it.
"A shit show" he mumbles into my shoulder and I hop onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist in an effort to cheer him up.
"C'mon lets go take a shower" I plead though the gym is hella air conditioned and I still smelled like this morning's body wash.
"No babe, just go change clothes and meet me in our room?" He unhooks my legs from behind his back and tries to set me on the floor, but I don't make it easy on him.
"I owe you for this morning remember?" I ask referring to when he'd been in such a rush to get to his meeting that he hadn't gotten off. I start to suck on his neck with the intent to make a hickey, but pause when Justin groans and shakes his head This time I unhook my legs myself and stand in front of him with crossed arms.
"What's going on Justin?" It's then that I noticed that his eyes are puffy and pink around the edges and his face looks paler than it's usual color. I put a hand to his forehead and check for clamminess or a fever, but am confused when I find none of the two.
"Just... Just meet me in the bedroom okay?" He leaves then and walks away without a single glance.
Justin
"I know that I'm the last person you want to hear from..."
"I heard about your accident, about your girlfriend and the baby, and I just thought maybe..."
"I wanted to tell you sooner, my family convinced me not to..."
"I'm having trouble taking care of him on my own, I can't dance and tour like I used to..."
"He's 9 months now, and I- I would love for you to meet him..."
Rhiannon walks into our bedroom in one of my t-shirts on and her hair in a high, messy bun. Her face hasn't lost the look of concern it held in the gym and I find it so fucking hard to look at her.
"Baby, something isn't right, tell me what going on I'm panicking!" Her voice is high and her hands are clasped and wringing and I hate that I'm spiking her underlying anxiety.
"C'mere"
"I don't want to sit on your lap Justin I want to know what the fuck is going on!"
"Nonnie can you just-"
"This is so fucking shady! Why can't you just let me kn-"
"I cheated on you." The words leave my lips quickly and in a strained tone.
Rhiannon
"I cheated on you." The four words ring through my ears and I shake my head a few times before they process.
"Rhiannon?" He whispers my name so quietly that I almost can't catch it.
"This isn't funny Justin,"
"And this isn't a joke baby" he isn't looking at me. He isn't standing up, pleading, begging, crying. Nothing.
"What the fuck?" My voice is low. I move towards him, his head falls to his hands and I can hear his breathing. Controlled and heavy.
"What the fuck?" I repeat this when he doesn't answer me. I advance with each syllable and before I realize it I'm hitting him. My fists fly across every inch of his body that they can find and he doesn't fight back. Not when I start to scream, not when I start to cry, not even when I slap him across the face.
Its only when I'm on the floor and curled in on myself that he fucking does something. My hands hurt from the punches and my eyes sting from the tears and wherever he touches me feels wrong.
"Get away from me" I manage before my sobs are loud and ugly. I repeat the words several times, but he doesn't let me go, he pulls me closer, then it's on me to escape.
"Get your fucking hands off of me Justin!" I push against his chest and stand up, stumbling a few times from the effort. I count the silence. twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of silence save for my panicked breathing and Justin's sighs of air.
"Who was she?"
Justin
"Who was she?"
The way that Rhiannon stares at me across the room makes my stomach feel like it's filled with lead. Her eyes are narrowed and her body is completely guarded against me.
"It was Elysandra the-"  recognition flashes across Rhiannon's face and it's then that I realize how badly I've fucked up.
"Elysandra Quinones. My backup dancer from my South American tour"
"she danced for me I-"
"I bet she did" Rhiannon says harshly a fist pressed to her perfect pink lips.
"When  was it Justin?"
"Last year. After Kylie told me about you and Cameron. I got so wasted before I came to LA. She was there, and I was so fucking angry with you for-"
"for hanging out with another man? So what, have you fucked other people while I hang out with the One Direction boys? With Za? Khalil? Fredo?"
"I didn't know all the detail all I could think about was that I told you I didn't want him around and then yo-"
"I didn't fuck him! I never even kissed him! I never did anything except dare to disobey Justin fucking Bieber!"
"I know, I know I was so drunk and I was-" she takes three quick steps and slaps the hell out of my face. So hard that my neck turns to the side and the sting of her hand lingers on my cheek, much like Kylie's.
"There's more isn't there? There's something that you aren't telling me I know it" I sigh. Preparing myself for the worst.
"She got pregnant-"
"oh my god"
"I'm getting a paternity test done-"
"oh my god"  she starts to pace the room, her fingers running through her hair, pulling at the ends.
"There's a chance that the kid isn't mine" Rhiannon scoffs and fixes me with a teary glare.
"you don't fucking get it do you?" I know better than to say that I don't. Instead I stare at her, face blank like the king of all idiots.
"It's the fact that there's a chance at all Justin" she whispers pushing past  me and towards the door.
"babe-"
"don't call me that"
"Nonnie,"
"not that either asshole!" She screams grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder I place a hand on her shoulder and she fucking swings at me.
"I told you not to touch me and I mean it!" She screams and I resign with reluctance. I don't know how the fuck to make this better. How to fix this, and the pressure suddenly releases and I'm crying just as hard as Rhiannon. Maybe harder.
"I love you! I'm so sorry, I love you baby I-" another slap. Then she's out the door.
"Where are you going?" I sound pathetically desperate, but I couldn't care less.
"I'm going to stay with Selena and Jack until you pack up all your shit"
"what?"
"You're going back to California to be a fucking baby daddy right?" She spits the words out and the presses the elevator button so hard that I think it will break.
"Rhiannon, please hear me out-"
"No Justin. You hear me out! We just lost a baby! Our baby! Then a girl comes out of nowhere and says she has your kid! Do you have any idea how that feels? It would've felt better to be stabbed god dammit!" The elevator door opens and we're both surprised to see Kylie on the platform.
"Snitch bitch" Rhiannon hisses before pushing past me and heading towards the stairs. Kylie looks at me with sad eyes and steps off of the elevator.
"You told her" it isn't a question, and we can both hear Rhiannon stomping her way to the fourth floor.
"Everything." Kylie nods and looks around the loft before walking over to the couch.
"We had a fight today at the studio, I wanted to be here for her when you told her..." I sit next to Kylie and try not to flinch when she scoots away.
"She hates us both now" Kylie whispers and all I can do is nod.
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mayraevangelista · 8 years
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☺️😍🙊
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