#jason mccann fluff

[augustconversations]

Attention!

Hi, I received a message a couple of days ago for a specific request. I’ve lost that message. I have no idea where it went. It was a request about Justin and Selena Gomez. If you’re that person and so happen to see this, I apologize, but I’m not taking requests as stated in my bio. I’m not sure when or even if I will take requests, but if I ever do, then I will change my bio and open up a request form, which will be linked in my bio. Sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for understanding <3 

[hamiltonaf]

Jason McCann - Mr. McCann (Best Friend) - (Part 2)

A/N: As requested by you guys. Hope you all enjoy ! Check out the first part if you haven’t, link below. Much love .xx

Credit to @sensualkisses for GIF

(PART 1)

“Oh okay yeah that’s fine, I don’t mind. Make yourself comfortable” I said and gestured towards the couch across the my desk. She laid down on it and after a few moments of silence she started to throw questions at me. “So Y/N, if you don’t mind, can I ask you a few questions ?” she asked as she stared up at the ceiling and dared not to make eye contact with me.

“Go on” I said and carried on writing in my diary. “Why haven’t you moved out, start a new life after college or university and open up your own business instead of staying with Jason, and being partners ?” A question that really made me think as to why I’m still here. “Well we’ve been best of friends since high school. I’ve had his back all the time and he has mine. We’re inseparable I guess you could say. Even though he shows his bad side to many people, he never does to me. He’s everything to me honestly” I said as I started to daydream and think about all of our memories together.

She got up abruptly and turned to look at me “Then why haven’t you guys decided to get together and tie the knot already ? I myself can see that you’re into him. He seems to be the only oblivious one out of everyone, not realizing that you guys are meant for each other.” Oh how the tables have turned, to think that she wanted him, she was basically shipping us this whole time.

I didn’t reply. “Look I know this may be all a shocker to you but last week I just had a feeling that what I was doing was all wrong. If it makes you happy, Jason and I didn’t sleep with each other last week. We just had dinner, talked, made out and that was it.” Than why the hell did he call her this week if he didn’t get any sexual pleasure from her last week.

I dropped my pen and turned to look at her. “The only reason I’m shocked is because you’re the only girl who he called over and doesn’t seem interested in money, yet here you are trying to get Jason and I to become one. Also the fact that he called you here again, which he never does and you guys didn’t do anything sexual. Is their something I’m missing here ?”

“Well I guess theirs only one way to find out” she said.

We waited until later this afternoon when it was peak hour and it was time to close up. I of course was going to be the last one to leave. Jason didn’t say a word, just simply entered my office and called up Malia then left. Guilt ? If so, why ?

I got home safely and into the kitchen to leave my car keys. The house was oddly silent, far too silent. Is anyone even home ? I left my purse on the kitchen counter and walked upstairs. Might as well check if I’m home alone or not so I can make plans. I walked to Jason’s room and put my ear against the door in hopes of not hearing moans. I knocked on the door and it opened on its own. Oh great, no one is home. I sighed in relief, I like the house to myself from time to time.

I kicked off my heels and went back to the kitchen to get myself some food. I made grilled chicken and vegetables, I honestly can eat this all day. As I scrolled through my phone whilst drinking water, the door burst open. There was Malia and Jason making out, hands on each other, lips stuck to one another. I lightly coughed, I deserve some recognition and respect around here.

“This is my house too and I would appreciate it if you don’t do that in front of me whilst I enjoy my delicious meal. Thanks” I faked a smile and went back to eating. From a side eye view I could see Malia trying to fix her hair and dress, Jason just removed his tie and through it on the couch.

“Wanna finish this upstairs ?” Malia giggled. I can tell she’s drunk, this won’t last long.

“You head on upstairs, I’ll catch up with you in a bit” Jason said in a plain tone. Well at least he isn’t drunk. Looks like he decided to be responsible for once in his life.

“Okay sure thing babe” she pecked him once more and bit his lip as a tease as she made her way upstairs to his bedroom. He ain’t coming hunny.

He opened up the fridge, grabbed himself a bottle of water and took a sip. I carried on eating as if they weren’t here 5 minutes ago. He pulled up the seat beside me and sat down. What could he possibly want to talk about now ?

“So Y/N I’ve been thinking…” he spoke. I didn’t say anything as a reply for him to go on. “I think I should put an end to the whole hook up thing and stick to one girl” Jason said. Boy say what. I dropped my fork in surprise, is this reality because I never thought that Jason McCann would come to this point.

“You lie” I said plainly. “This isn’t a joke Y/N, I think I caught some feelings for someone and well I just want to stick to that one person” he said then bit his lip. “That’s great Jason, I’m really happy for you” I said as nicely as possible and went on eating because if it ain’t me who he’s interested in then why should I care ? What’s the point in hearing someone go on about someone they’re in love with that’s not you when you’re in love with them.

The silence has come upon us. I finished up my meal and washed the dishes, yet Jason still sat in the same chair and stared at me. Is their something wrong with me ?

“So why aren’t you upstairs already with Malia ?” I asked as I wiped my hands. He stood up and walked towards me “Well she’s probably passed out by now since she’s drunk, I decided to be the better person and not drink tonight” he said smiling.

“I’m honestly really proud of you, this girl must really have some affect on you. Not drinking and not having sex all in one night. Some record you set their McCann” I smiled and headed towards the stairs to my room, he followed behind me.

“Well what can I say, I have to impress my love” he grinned. He sat on my bed as I went ahead in my closet to get changed into my pyjamas.

“Look Jason I’m really proud of you for your effort of progress to be a better person but don’t you think the girl you love deserves to know ?” I asked.

“Well she will eventually, I’m just afraid of commitment, you know that” he said lowly. I came out 2 minutes later - in a crop top paired with shorts - and sat next to him on the bed. He took a good look at me but I just brushed it off “If you ever need help or advice, you always know that I’m here for you. Drop by here anytime even if you just want some comforting okay” I said as I rubbed his back and lightly smiled.

“Thanks Y/N it means a lot” he said and engulfed me in tight hug. “So when are you planning on confessing your love for Malia ?” I asked and crossed my legs over, leaning back on my bed. “Woah no need to jump to conclusions. Who said it’s Malia ?” He asked in his cocky tone.

“Well I just assumed and kinda did the math. She’s the only girl you’ve hooked up with that has been called twice and most importantly you guys haven’t hooked up, you’ll just made out” I said shrugging my shoulders stating the obvious. “And how do you know that ?” He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

“Girls tell each other everything. Duh” I rolled my eyes. Should’ve learnt that by now. “Righttt…"he said. “Why did you call her twice anyways if you don’t have any romantic interest for her ?” I questioned out of curiosity. Why did he ?

“To make my lover jealous. Is it working ?” He asked. “You’re asking the wrong person, I’m not her” I laughed. Where is this conversation going ? The awkward silence hits again.

“You should probably go to bed now, we have work tomorrow and well you have Malia to take care of” I faked a smile and opened the door for him. I’m so rude but ugh this is too awkward. “Yeah I should probably get going, this was a good conversation. I should make more time for these. Maybe theirs more to us that we don’t know” he said and placed his hands in his pockets.

He’s still wearing his white shirt unbuttoned halfway down with his sleeves rolled up, straight cut black pants and formal dress shoes. Is it bad that I want to kiss his right now because he’s looking so damn fine.

“Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning” I lightly shouted as he walked off to his room across the hall. “Night boo” he said and slammed the door. I closed the door behind me and sighed in relief. I got into bed and stared at the ceiling in hopes of falling off to sleep.

It’s been 45 minutes yet still no luck because only one question seems to cross my mind is who is he in love with ? I was struck away from my daze - there was a knock on my door. Pushing the door open and praying it was Jason on the other side with an answer to my question. Surprise surprise. God had answered my prayers.

“Sorry to disturb you, I just thought on checking on you because I couldn’t sleep” he said. He stood before me in just shorts. His body. Good gracious. “I’ve been awake for the last 45 minutes but no luck” I said and bit my lip. “I see, may I come in ?” he asked. I moved aside for him as he closed the door behind him.

He laid next to me with his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling. I laid beside him and just ran my fingers through my hair. “Its you” he said breaking the silence. “What about me ?” I asked and turned my body to look at him, he was already looking back at me.

“I’m in love with you” he said. “Oh… wow” I said in shock and sat up on my bed. “Look I know it may be a lot to take in, I couldn’t hold it in anymore but -” he went on but I cut him off “How long ?” “About a year ago or way before. It was until earlier this year that I decided that I’ll eventually confess my feelings for you” he said and sat up as well.

“Why wait this long to tell me Jason. We’ve been best friends for so many years now” I said with hurt in my voice. “You’ve known me since high school, ever since high school I haven’t ever been in a relationship, it was always the hook ups and I was afraid of ruining our friendship” he said.

“I honestly hate you” I said, not making eye contact with him. “Why ? What did I do ?” He asked curiously. “It took an idiot like you so many years to finally realise that you like me when I’ve been liking you all these years” I said annoyed.

“How was I supposed to know ? I did the whole hook up thing to see if I actually did have true feelings for you and if it wouldn’t change. If it makes you happy, the hook ups weren’t actual hook ups but rather me and some girl sharing a few kisses or sometimes not. That’s it” he said. I lightly slapped his face. “Ouch what was that for ?” He whined. “A slap from reality. You’ve finally came through” I giggled and leaned in for my lips to finally meet his.

[biebsimagine]

Doctor Bieber (Mature)

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas, and I hope this new year is your year. Here’s the last imagine of 2017. Thank you for all your support and kind words.

"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?" I heard a voice, an angelic voice, and looked up to see a face that matched such a voice.

Justin Bieber, my doctor, stood at the door. I felt my legs shake as I got to my feet, trying to ignore the way his teeth shined so bright and his lips sat perfectly round on his face. I tried my best to smile back at him.

I avoided visits to the doctors just so I wouldn't have to be in his presence. My arm could be hanging off and I'd reassure myself everything was fine; I lost all sense of coordination the second I walked through the door, without fail.

The silence and his gaze put together was enough to make me stumble nervously to the chair, feeling my legs threatening to fail me as I sit down. You could hear a pin drop in the far corner of the room without any difficulty.

He sat down on the chair opposite me. He wore a white button-up shirt that fit him tightly, emphasising his muscles. I tried to keep my eyes level with his but that was equally as torturous as the hazel colour took me under.

I was sure I noticed his eyes searching my face before glancing up and down my body. "So, what can I do for you?" His voice made me melt but I tried to push the unusual thoughts to the back of my mind.

"Uh, I've had an uncomfortable feeling at the back of my throat for a while now and at first I thought it'd pass after a few days but it just seems to be getting worse," I said, trying to avoid looking at his strong gaze his eyes had on me.

"I see, and is it painful?" He held a pen in his left hand and scribbled things down when I spoke.

"Uh, it hurts quite a lot but I guess I can be distracted from it every now and then," I said. "But then again, it's all I can think about, just because it's irritating," I said shortly after. I chuckled, almost nervously.

"I see," he said. He didn't move, he simply kept a hard gaze on me but I didn't complain; it wasn't a look that made me feel uncomfortable. "Open up, please," he muttered while his eyes burned into my lips. He licked his own.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and watched as he grabbed some sort of minuscule torch that was supposed to shine brightly down my throat.

His dark eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated and his eyes shifted every now and then. I felt his breath on my chin when he parted his lips. I smiled a little while I admired him.

He must've noticed because he looked up at me, the torch still pointing down my throat.

"What?" He asked, the beginning of a small edging at the corner of his lips too. He placed the torch back onto the tray and pulled at the rubber gloves covering his fingers. I noticed the largeness of his hands then.

"N-Nothing," I said, smiling up at him. His whole presence caused me to feel nervous.

"People usually smile for a reason, Miss [Y/L/N]. And with a pretty mouth like yours, I'd like to think you use it for only good things." His teeth made an appearance as he grinned at me, I felt a buzz rush through my body and my head feel light for a moment as I processed his words.

"I-I, uh, yeah." I chuckled nervously. I knew my cheeks had turned a deep shade of red, I dropped my head, taking interest in my lap.

"Don't shy away from a simple compliment, sweetheart," he said, keeping his strong gaze on me, causing me to become even more flustered. "Although, you should expect a few more because you're very beautiful, and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from saying things I shouldn't necessarily say." I watched the lump in his throat jittered as he swallowed, his hazel eyes still burning into my face.

"Like what?" I tilted my head up ever so slightly and let my eyes scan his face.

The grin edged at the right side of his lips, threatening to widen. "That I don't think I've seen a more beautiful woman before, or that I'm kind of glad you came to see me today."

I watched him and his eyes kept shifting from my eyes to my lips. I wasn't sure what to say so I simply kept quiet.

"I don't remember the last time you made an appointment to see me," he spoke, not moving.

"I'm quite thankful of that," I chuckled. "I haven't been ill for quite a while, I'm not complaining."

He laughed and it was a wonderful sound. I wanted a recording of his laugh to keep forever.

"Well, it's nice to see your face again," he replied.

"Likewise," I nodded, smiling bashfully.

What happened next, I could not comprehend. It was as though my mind blacked out the build-up to the feeling of his lips on my own. They were hot and wet against my mouth and made me let out the tiniest of moans.

He hummed. "Tell me if you want me to stop-"

"Don't," I whispered, pressing a hand to the back of his neck to pull him closer to me.

"Whatever you want, love," he rasped, smirking against my lips.

He felt like fire. His lips, his breath, his hands trailing up my thigh. I didn't tell him to stop because I didn't want him to.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, placing tiny kisses down my cheek and aiming for my neck, shivers erupted through my body. "Do you know that?"

"I've been told," I giggled, pulling the ends of his hair.

"Do you believe it?"

I shrugged, just wanting to feel his lips clashing with my own. I felt desperate.

"You should believe it, you're perfect." His hand caressed my side with a soft touch.

My heart thumped rapidly in my chest, I felt as though I couldn't breathe but he didn't have to know that. He was under my skin. Officially.

And that was why I said yes. I only said it once, but my mind was screaming it.

YesYesYesYesYes.

His number sat in my phone, and for the rest of the day, I was thinking about the fact that in a mere few hours, I'd be on my way to Justin's house. No matter what I did to occupy my time, my brain wouldn't let me forget it.

Time moved slow, painfully slow. I fidgeted, constantly checking the clock on the wall. Every hour, every minute, every second felt like an eternity.

Until it was time. And I was sweating.

*****

His house was huge. So was his bedroom.

His bedsheets were soft, softer than my own.

"Would it be completely inappropriate of me to say that I missed these lips?" Justin muttered against them before biting down on my bottom lip, tugging gently.

I giggled, "I'd rather you missed me, but that's fine too."

"Oh, I definitely missed you," he said, letting his fingers wander beneath my t-shirt. He came closer, pressing his lips to my jaw. "You want this, right?"

"More than anything, more than I thought I would," I mumbled, pressing my chest up towards him.

He smiled at me with his blindingly white teeth, and took hold of the end of my shirt, dragging it up and off my body.

"Hmm." His finger swirled across my stomach, exploring new places.

My clothes were picked off my skin one at a time, so carelessly that my stomach flipped with each item that left me. It wasn't long before I was bare before his hungry eyes.

"Fuck," he whispered, licking his lips so they glistened.

"I think you're wearing too much," I remarked before grabbing the end of his shirt and pulling it up his body.

I felt winded but I didn't show it. My eyes met his toned torso and suddenly, I felt my appetite take over.

"Ready?" he whispered, large hands groping my hips.

All I could do was nod, wanting to feel his fingers all over my body. My wish was granted when he began to palm my nipples, I felt his rough skin hardening them almost immediately and gasped.

"You like that?" he teased.

"Mhm." I bit down on my bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as I allowed myself to feel a simple pleasure.

While his right hand continued to massage my boob, the left trailed between my legs and worked their magic. I whined when he pressed a kiss to my chest, never stopping his movements.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"O-oh God, yes," I stuttered. "Please don't stop-"

"I'm not stopping until you cum, princess," he told me, rubbing his fingers with a little bit more vigour.

"Fuck," I whispered, gripping the sheets between my fingers.

It didn't feel possible to already feel a tightening in my stomach. Somehow, just being with a man so sure of himself, so committed and giving, was enough to get me to the tipping point.

"You're so good," I whimpered, rolling my hips up into his touch. "K-keep going."

"I'm not gonna stop," he said, placing kisses and bites on my neck. "I want you to cum for me though," he added, rubbing my clit with perfect pressure.

I saw colours, even when my eyes were closed. Red. Yellow. Blue. White. Green. They merged together to create patterns. I was on a high.

"J-Justin-"

"Cum for me."

"Justin, oh my God," I spoke, my voice quivering. "I'm gonna-"

I came a few seconds afterwards, and to my approval, he didn't stop his movements but added pressure to ride me through my orgasm. I writhed on his bedsheets and felt his brown eyes latched onto my skin, as though he couldn't bear to look away.

[esmericks]

REQUESTS AND WRITINGS

Hey! Welcome to my blog, I just wanted to post a list of all the celebrity characters I write for. I just wanted to inform you all that I will most definitely be taking in requests for any character played by a celeb on this list, as well as any type of prompt (fluff, angst, smut...). I also wanted to add that sadly I will only be writing for female readers as I am one myself and wouldn't want to misinterpret any feelings or situations that a male or non- binary person would feel. 

(Just to be clear this a list of actors but I will only be writing for any character played by said celebs, not the actual person as I find that kind of wierd. xx)

PS: Some names will be in all caps and that means that I am currently in a period where I am really motivated or interested to write for this particular person, these will change over time. 

A

Adam Driver 

ALAN RICKMAN

Alicia Vikander 

Amandla Stemberg 

Ana De Armas

ANDREW GARFIELD

Andy Samberg 

Angelina Jolie 

ANGUS CLOUD

Annabelle Wallis 

Anne Hathaway 

Anya Taylor-Joy 

B

Benedict Cumberbatch

Bradley Cooper 

Brie Larson

C

Camille Cottin 

Cara Delevigne 

CATE BLANCHETT

Cher

Chris Evans 

Chris Hemsworth 

Chris O’Dowd 

Ciaran Hinds 

Cillian Murphy 

Cobie Smulders

Colin Farell 

D

Dakota Johnson 

Daniel Craig 

David Harbour

David Tennant 

David Thewlis 

Dylan O’Brian 

E

Eddie Redmayne 

Elle Fanning

Elizabeth Debiki 

Elizabeth Olsen

Emilia Clarke 

Emily Blunt 

Emma Mackey 

Emma Roberts

Emma Stone 

Emma Watson 

Emmy Rossum

Esther Acebo 

Eva Green 

Evan Peters 

Ewan McGregor 

Ezra Millers

F

Finn Wolfhard 

Florence Pugh 

G

Gal Gadot 

Gillian Anderson 

Gwendoline Christie 

H

Harry Styles 

Henry Golding 

I 

Ian Glen 

Idris Elba 

Itziar Ituno 

J

James McAvoy 

Jason Momoa

Javier Bardem  

Jemima Kirke 

Jennifer Connelly 

Jennifer Lawrence 

Jessica Chastain 

Jessica Lange

Jimmy Smits 

John Krasinski 

Johnny Depp

Jude Law 

K

Kate Winslet 

Kaya Scodelario

Keanu Reeves 

Kiera Knightley 

Kit Harrington 

Kristen Stewart 

L

Lady Gaga 

Lea Seydoux 

Lena Headey 

Liam Neeson 

Lily Rabe 

Lily - Rose Depp 

Liza Weil 

Louis Garrel

Luke Evans 

M

Mads Mikkelson 

Maisie Williams 

Marion Cotillard 

Margot Robbie 

Mark Ruffalo 

Mathew McConaughey 

Maude Apatow 

Megan Fox 

Meryl Streep 

Micheal Fassbender 

Mikael Persbrandt 

Mila Kunis 

Millie Bobby Brown 

N

Natalia Tena 

Natalie Portman 

P

Paul Bettany

PEDRO PASCAL 

Penelope Cruz 

Pheobe Dyevnor

Pheobe Waller Bridge 

R

Rachel McAdams 

Rachel Weiz 

Ralph Fiennes 

Rebecca Ferguson 

Richard Madden 

Rihanna 

Robert Downey Jr

Rooney Mara 

Rory McCann 

Rose Byrne 

S 

Sacha Baron Cohen

Sadie Sink 

Sam Claflin 

Sandra Bullock 

Saoirse Ronan 

SARAH PAULSON

Scarlett Johansson 

Sebastian Stan 

Sophie Turner 

Stephanie Beatriz 

Sterling K Brown 

Sydney Sweeney 

T

Taissa Farmiga 

Timothee Chalamet 

Thomas Brodie - Sangster 

Thomasin McKenzie 

Tom Felton 

Tom Hanks 

Tom Hardy 

Tom Hiddleston 

Ty Burrell 

U

Ursula Corbero 

V 

Vanessa Kirby 

VERA FARMIGA

Victoria Pedretti 

W

Willow Smith 

Winona Ryder

Z

Zendaya

Zoe Kravitz 

Zoe Saldana

If there is an actor/ character that is not on this list that you would like to request please do, and I will see if I will write for them xx

- Lots of love 

[fyrapartnersearch]

Seeking Literate Partners!

Disclaimer: Male authors, please stop contacting me. I've been burned too many times. If you persist, I'll ignore your message. Hello, you can call me Doe! I'm 25+ and a proud cat mom. I write multiple paragraphs/novella style (200-500+ words). I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. I understand if the scene doesn’t have alot going on and therefore requires less like rapid fire. I adore having long, thoughtful replies where we truly immerse ourselves in the world. I'm hoping to find a partner whose as enthusiastic and passionate about the plot and writing as I am. When I get invested in a story, it’s 100% dedication. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day. I'm a big fan of romance and using face claims. I’m the type to make pinterest boards, spam you with gifs, headcanons, and send you songs that remind me of our characters and/or ship. I'll get excited if we come up with future plot ideas, or if our characters are being cute or angsty and I can yell about it in the chat. Last but not least I only do MxF (with myself in the female role) and don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I'd highly prefer female authors writing male characters. Searching For - 21+ partners - For you to have an excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. Both in character and out of character. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies or those who have English as their second/third language). - Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my plots, and are even encouraged, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I like to have a good mix of plot and tastefully written smut, along with doses of angst and fluff. - For you to write as an older man (40s+/50s+). I'm a sucker for the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love those grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by soft yet commanding women. The youngest I write is early 20s. - Please be enthusiastic and invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Tossing ideas back and forth, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. - Joining me in the wonderful world of ship/character development is kind of a must. It’s one of the things that makes writing with a partner so much fun. I also like to make friends with my partners! - While I'd prefer real life face claims, I'd also be open to using realistic art if you're uncomfortable with real life. I draw the line at anime/cartoon art. Faces I'd love to write as: gal gadot, rooney mara, ruth negga, saoirse ronan, sophie turner, jessica chastain, jennifer morrison, mia wasikowska, natalia dyer, brit marling, deborah ann woll, mackenzie davis, emmy rossum, adria adjora, chyler leigh, hayley bennet, tashi rodriguez, lily james, cara delevingne, maya hawke, katheryn winnick, elizabeth olsen, abigal cowen, sophia lillis lauren cohan, zoey deutsch, paulina singer, crystal reed, hayley lu richardson, ask about others Faces I'd love to write against: jeffery dean morgan, hugh jackman, robert taylor, jr bourne, jon bernthal, jason issacs, anthony varrecchiah, brett tucker, david harbour, frank grillo, iain glen, josh duhamel, patrick petitjean, ethan hawke, christian bale, rory mccann, younger sam elliot, titus welliver, viggo mortensen, joel miller (illustrated face), ask about others If you've made it this far, thank you! You won't be disappointed in writing with me. I tend to be online daily and while I'd like it if you were too, I understand that real life things comes first. Let me know if you're going to be inactive/can’t continue. If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging continued interest spaced a week apart. Below are genres and pairings I love. Feel free to combine as many as you'd like and I’m sure we can come up with something great! Current cravings are in bold. Two thing I don't do are slice of life and historical plots. Genres: - crimes in remote locations - spooky small towns - post apocalyptic/dystopia - supernatural/modern fantasy (A/B/O, werewolves, shapeshifters, alpha x rival pack alpha's child, werewolf x shifter, alpha x new werewolf, involuntary mate-bond, mating/claiming) - southern/mid western gothic - murder mystery (small town or big city) - modern/dark fairy tale retellings - sci-fi - cyberpunk/retro-futuristic - little coastal towns or little towns in the mountains - emotionally charged/dark and gritty - superpowers/gifted - unresolved sexual tension/slow burn - redemption - pacific northwest - suburban gothic - luring to the other side - reincarnation/multiple universes - western inspired + modern day (such as longmire) - christmas inspired - culture clash/two characters from different sides Pairings: - age gaps (older man x younger woman / 15 to 25+ year gap) - enemies to lovers/villain x heroine - cop x criminal - doctor x patient - friends turned lovers/pining - grumpy x sunshine - the broken man x the woman that becomes his light - fbi agents/cop partners - dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman - friend x best friend’s older sibling - boss x employee - neighbors - single father x friend - firefighter/cop x victim - mentor x mentee - hurt/comfort - height differences - pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, kid, kiddo) - lady and the tramp esque/class difference - creature x human/creature - ex-con x anyone - bodyguard x assignment - widow/er falling in love again - biker x civilian - rancher/mountain man x city girl - affair (with so's sibling, with so's friend, with neighbor) - hitman x target - serial killer x fbi agent - soul mates - experienced x inexperienced - local x vacationer - injured/scarred warrior washed out from their former glory x royal/heir-to-be (modern day / Sansa x Sandor inspired) - friend x best friend/boyfriend's father - daughter in law x father in law - park ranger x camper - bounty hunter x bounty - power imbalances Tropes/Themes: the papa wolf/hot dads, cultured badass, jerk with a heart of gold. ladykiller in love, mountain man, mysterious protector, southern gentleman, tall, dark, and handsome, knight in sour armor, red string of fate, villain takes an interest, porcelain to ivory to steel, when person a gets injured/kidnapped and person b goes absolutely feral to save them, cowboys tiny women and big men, the monster being treated gently for the first time in his life, two characters forced into positions where they have no choice but to reconcile their differences and grow together/trust each other, forbidden relationships, trying to escape childhood demons & reuniting in adulthood Fandoms: (I don't write canons or do canon x oc) Star Wars, X Files, Haven, Fringe, Stranger Things, Heroes, The Wolf Among Us, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, Marvel, The OA, Disney personified, His Dark Materials, Beastars, Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us, Cyberpunk 2077 Plot Ideas: I have too many to list here but take a look at my google doc and let me know if anything catches your attention. It's a mix of fandom inspired and original plots: Plot Ideas Last but not least, I have a list of kinks if anyone's interested. I use email and discord to write. I'd also be open to joining a jcink site! Contact me at Doe#3347 on discord or by email: doeeyes73@gmail.com Please be detailed when you message me, let me know why you chose to contact me. Seeing only "hey do you wanna rp?" is a guaranteed way to turn me off. Look forward to hearing from you!

[fangirl-everythang]

Pancakes J.M

Summary: Y/n and Jason wake up to make pancakes but end up having a food fight instread.

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: Maybe 1500, maybe less

Y/n's POV 

 Waking up next to Jason is one of the most amazing sights. Lightly I tread the outline of his face, gracefully admiring the way the sun dances across his skin. He looks so young when he sleeps- peaceful even. Not how he usually is, stressed from work and all the missions they go on. Not wanting to bother him I carefully remove his arms from around my waist and the covers from my bare body and slip on a pair of panties along with one of his button-ups that comes to my mid-thigh.

After brushing my teeth, I head downstairs to make breakfast. Going through drawers and cabinets making sure I have all the necessities to make pancakes. Soon after I pour the flour into a bowl, I feel warm hands snake around my waist recognizing the familiar tattoos.

"Good morning! " I smiled, He moved my hair to the side and began to leave soft kisses down my neck, "Good morning baby girl." his scruff tickled my neck as he continued down to my shoulder.

Pulling away from his touch to grab the eggs and the other ingredients "Baby can you get me a pan?" I asked turning around with my supplies in hand. Jason stands there smirking,

" No problem shawty."

"Oh my God Jase stop," I giggled. He put the pan on the stove and handed me a bowl stealing a kiss in the process. "Are you helping or watching? "

He comes behind me and lifts his shirt "I think I'll watch" he says smugly. "Well go to the other side of the island" he pouted his bottom lip and looks at me with those ocean blue eyes I could stare into all day. Sighing I lean over and kiss his lips sending him to the chair. His figure just sits hunched over the counter, showing his perfectly sculpted back muscles and the tattoos I've learned to trace every detail on.

Looking up a new recipe on Pinterest my eyes stay glued to my phone. "Blueberry Jase?" I look at him questioningly. "Sounds good." he replies as I set them near him. He goes to grab one and and then another and soon a handful. "Leave some for the pan queues!" I scold him just as he throws one right at my forehead. Game on McCann.

Grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at him, he looks at me with utter disbelief

"You shouldn't have done that baby." he growls.

Slightly picking up the pace I run around the island in the kitchen trying to avoid him, unfortunately, that plan failed. A cracking sound was heard on my head and suddenly yolk began dripping down my face. He just laughed showing that great smile of his. Laughing causes you to want a drink, maybe some milk will quench his thirst.

He's soaked...oops. "What the fuck y/n!"

"Awwe baby," I coo going to hug him wich he accepts all too easily. There it is. He slapped butter on my ass. Enough to see an outline of his hand.

"Happy now?" I tilt my head to look at him

"Very."

"No pancakes then" I giggle as he lifts me up on the counter and rest between my legs. "Eh I wasn't feeling them anyways " he admits slowly leaning in moving a strand of flour-covered hair with his hands," You're so beautiful y/n.", there we sat covered in flour,eggs, and the rest of the uncooked recipe. The kitchen was a mess but a good mess- our mess.

"I love you Jay." I whisper pressing my lips against his softly.

"I love you too baby girl," he says kissing me softly.

"We should go bathe." I sigh.

"Right." he laughs picking me up running to the bathroom. Footprints of flour trail through our bedroom into the bathroom. He just sits me on the counter and begins to run a bath adding bubbles in. He's so cute when he's concentrated, "We'll go out to eat yeah?"

"Come here," I say with open arms for him to come between my legs once more. He looks at my slightly confused I just grab him by the neck pulling him to my lips kissing him with so much passion, he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me into him. He laughs lowly as he pulls away licking his lips.

"You drive me insane."

"Good," I smile "Only me though, right?"

He turns around to turn the water off "Yes baby, only you y/n." He turns back and begins unbuttoning my-well his shirt. "I'm so lucky." I breathe as he looks at me with so much admiration.

"You're perfect." he says moving hair behind my ear. He pulls his pants down in one swipe and steps in the tub holding his hand out for me to get in with him. He sits down and I sit down carefully in front of him. He pulls my shoulders back making me relax into him. We just sit there, making conversation here and there, laughing, even silence but it was comfortable, not awkward; just his breathing synchronized with mine, playing with strands of my hair, me playing with his fingers.

This is the man I want to be with for the rest of my life.

A/N: Hey guys! hope you enjoyed! Wattpad has been shifting so I thought I’d give Tumblr a try. All rights reserved pls.

XOXO Janelle

[augustconversations]

Stop Staring At Me!

May be triggering to those who had the displeasure of dealing with someone who won’t take no for an answer. Read at your own discretion. 

Originally Written: April 12th, 2022 <3

His eyes are soft. They always have been and they always will be. I figured that out a long time ago, back when we were in school. 

It’s not like how the books put it. You don’t “melt.” You don’t “lose yourself.” You simply notice and hope they don’t notice you while you’re noticing them, otherwise they might think you’re swooning over them when you’re really not. You’re just looking. 

That’s what I like to think, anyway. It’s too cringy to say Jason was attractive, but the truth is, he was. Charm in general is a great quality to have, but there’s nothing like boyish charm. With his stupid golden locks, honey brown eyes to compliment his thick brows, and the textbook definition of a button nose that seemingly always had a hint of pink on the button part—let’s just say, he was a heartbreaker. Don’t even get me started on that perfect smile with those freaking dimples. 

I slipped up a couple of times, okay? I didn’t mean to. It was always in passing and that was a good thing because he never saw me. Not among all the other girls that were bold enough to look him dead in the eye.

However that all changed Saturday, April 9th, 2011. 

“Oh, come on…” Gracie slurred, eyes taunting. 

“Gracie, no. I don’t wanna play,” I say back, trying to snatch away from her, but she had a death grip on my arm. 

I wasn’t ready for this type of thing. I barely drank, didn’t dare to smoke, and could hardly move to the beat of the music without feeling as if I’m being scrutinized by my peers. What makes Gracie think I would randomly join a game of spin the bottle? Let alone with Jason being the one to start it?

“It’s gonna be so much fun and you’re going to be upset when you look back one day and realize you didn’t live out being sixteen to your fullest potential!” 

I looked into her eyes, all blurry, all mock angry, and the churning in my stomach began to twist. I know she’s not going down without a fight. 

“Why do you want to play this with your cousin anyway?” 

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be stupid. I won’t kiss Jason.” Then she wiggles her shoulders and gets closer to me. Vodka on her breath was like a kitten in lingerie: just didn’t look right. But Gracie drank it anyway. Part of me thinks she just wants to impress Tyler. 

He was currently waiting, watching, with devilish eyes. He wanted her, I could tell even if I was blind. And Gracie was too starstruck to realize he was going to use her for one thing and one thing only. 

“I know you like him,” she squints, “or at least think he’s cute.” 

“Who, Tyler?” 

She scoffs. “No, he’s mine.” She looks over her shoulder, down at the floor where Jason sat. He was looking at Vanessa, a pretty Latina with big lips and big hips. “I mean Jason.” 

“Don’t be stupid, Gracie,” I say, somewhat telling the truth. “I don’t want him.” 

I watch Vanessa try to sit comfortably in that black skin-tight mini skirt. First criss-cross apple sauce with her hot pink juicy couture jacket covering between her legs, then she switched to the mermaid style. She preferred it that way because ever so often Jason’s shoulder would rub up against hers and her little dimple, deeper than his, would sink in and her entire face would light up. 

She was really pretty. Really pretty for him. 

Part of me finds comfort in knowing if he notices other prettier girls then he won’t see me. The other part of me thinks Vanessa is trying too hard as if sitting next to him would give her a better chance of getting picked by him, like the damn bottle isn’t going to be totally random. 

Gracie laughs a little too loud. “You wear your emotions on your sleeve, you know that?” 

“Well, you wanna know something too? You smell like a freaking liquor store.”

She turns away from me and puts her arm in the air. “We got another player!” 

I instantly feel hot, like every light in the house is pointing right at me. Instead, I get eight pairs of eyes, which was way worse.

“Gracie, I don’t wanna play this!” I say through clenched teeth, but she doesn’t hear me. She’s already grabbing Tyler and they find their seats in the empty spot next to Vanessa.

A dingy guy with dark blemishes and squinty brown eyes looks up at me from where he sat. “Great, so fair chance. Five guys and five girls!” 

You can tell he was excited.

“Oh, no, I’m not—” 

Jason claps his hands. “Let’s get this party started!” 

Everybody in the circle cheers and the people surrounding the circle close in, cameras out, alcohol spilling out of their cups and down their chins. 

I shrink in the dark as best as I could. Luckily, there was a couch right behind me. I sit in the crevice and feel okay. They won’t see me here. Not when people are kind of blocking me now. I am grateful, although they stink. 

Jason spins first, and it lands on some girl with short brown hair and black-rimmed glasses. I think her name is Chloe or something. She was pretty too. Almost model-like, and Jason didn’t mind. He kissed her, lips to lips like she was his wife, tongue and all. It was so wet and so intimate; I had to look away. But everybody else was wooo-ing and laughing and blushing and recording, including Gracie. And suddenly I wanted to hit her. 

She spun next and got the guy with the squinty eyes. It was a short kiss because Tyler pushed her back and glared at the guy. For a second I thought maybe he did like Gracie, but then he spun next and got Vanessa and kissed her passionately. To upset Gracie or because he wanted to kiss Vanessa, I don’t know. Vanessa was the one to push him away and when he finally got the hint, he sat back laughing. She looked at Jason in a “Can you believe that?” type of way, but it was somebody else’s turn and the moment passed. Gracie didn’t look pleased at all. 

I started to relax a little, seeing as the bottle didn’t land in my direction no matter how many people went. Maybe they’ve forgotten about me, and a little piece of me wished I was as slender as Chloe, or as curvy as Vanessa. Maybe then I would have the nerve to kiss people at will, and not because I wanted them, but because they wanted me. But I know it’s better this way. Even if I had all of their physical attributes mixed, I don’t think I would want my first kiss to be at the hands of a bottle. 

Half of Jason’s face is showing behind some guy’s huge body, and by the way he’s focused I know it’s his turn again. He spins it as hard as he can and the bottle goes crazy against the hardwood floor until it slows. I think it’s going to land on Andrea, another anxious participant, but it passes her and I swear I see her shoulders slump. 

My whole body tenses when I see his head tilt past the big guy and his eyes land on me. I pretend I don’t see him but it’s no use because he keeps looking and the big guy clears the way. Suddenly everybody is looking at me. Vanessa’s eyes are jealous, and Gracie’s are delighted. 

I look back at Jason and he’s smirking. He looks at my lips and I lick them instinctively and suck them in. The strawberry flavor lights up my tongue and I want to hit him, hit Gracie, hit Vanessa just for the hell of it, and run. 

I get up when he gets up. When he starts getting closer, I start to back away. 

Three years without this guy even so much as glancing at me and suddenly I have all of his attention. He looks at me like we’re the only two people in the room but I remember everybody is looking at us, at this interaction, and I remind myself this is just a stupid game. Not anything special. I also remember how he kissed Chloe, sloppy with no remorse, and that’s enough for me to head out the door. I want to cry hearing the laughing and booing and the small, but equally humiliating chant of “party-pooper.” 

The air tonight is cold and unwelcoming but it feels good against my skin. 

“Why don’t you wanna kiss me?” 

He’s right up on me. His warm breath hits the tip of my ear before I am down the stairs. Then I look up at him as he looks down at me.

“I just don’t want to,” I say, pathetically. 

People are starting to spill out of the house. 

“Oh, come on, princess. I don’t bite.” 

“Nope, no,” I laughed, hoping he would laugh too, and shrug the whole thing off. But then he starts coming down the stairs, eyebrows knitted like Vanessa had hers earlier. 

A lot of people were looking now, waiting to see what the most popular guy in school would do as they began to cheer him on. 

“Kiss her!” One dude yelled. 

Jason had his arms out like he wanted to hug me. I had my arms up hoping he would stop. He grabbed ahold of my hand and pulled me into him. I crouched covering the side of my face. He kissed my hand, then the side of my neck. He smelled of alcohol and smoke and had the strength of a bull.

“Stop it!” I yelled. The tears were hot and fresh, dropping onto the short, trimmed grass. Camera flashes were beginning to blind me and in the midst of it, I saw some old guy at the next house over, standing on his porch with his phone to his ear. Then he was gone as we both tumbled to the grass, his body heavy on top of mine. He was right there. My crush was right here. And he wouldn’t stop. 

He kissed me, long and hard. Not special. Not sweet. Not caring at all. 

I pushed against his chest as hard as I could and he finally got off of me, licking his lips. His happy-go-get-some attitude was replaced with something of disgust. 

“Ew,” he says, wiping his mouth. “I hate the taste of strawberry chapstick. My ex use to wear that shit.” 

Then he’s standing over me, lending out a helping hand, with that stupid smirk on his face. Suddenly his dimples weren’t so cute. 

I stand up on my own and look him dead in the eyes. They’re playful and a lot less charming. But then he notices me crying and his little smile slowly starts to drop. 

“Hey, it was just a joke—” 

I slapped him as hard as I could. He stumbled back, face beaming, shocked as I have ever seen him before. 

I point my perfectly manicured finger right in his face. “I know you’re used to getting your way, but I am not the one to try it with! Only rapists do things like that, and if you ever do that again the pain is going to be worse than a headache!” 

Gracie intervenes then. She looks as if she wants to help Jason but she starts coming towards me. I speak only so she can hear. “I told you I didn’t want to play that game. Now look.” 

Then I walk fast and heavy down the street, hand stinging. The crowd starts booing at me again and as soon as I hit the corner and am no longer seen, I run as fast as I can with two thoughts ping-ponging through my mind. 

Jason McCann stole my first kiss. 

I will never forgive him for it.

[hamiltonaf]

JB Imagines - Leaked Nudes (Dating) - (Part 2)

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy part 2 ! Be sure to like and follow me for more. Please send me feedback as it’s always appreciated. Will not be taking any requests until July, will be writing exams for a whole month. BTW no hate to Jayde Pierce, I’m sure she’s a lovely person. Much love .xx

(PART 1)

Part 2

Packed away, back at home in London was where I was. The minute we broke up, I packed away my belongings and me trying to be independent, I thought it would be better if I was staying on my own. That being in an apartment.

Currently I was of course home alone, having an apartment all to yourself isn’t as fun as you think. Seated on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my hands whilst watching Netflix though is entertaining.

I for one was already dressed in my sweatpants and tank top along with my make up free face. I’m clearly not bothered with how I’m dressed

I was scrolling through Instagram as I came across a post from Justin. The post being about the announcement of Sorry coming out tonight in which he posted 3 hours ago. I have no idea why but I can’t be mistaken for the fact that I think this is either an indirect to me or Selena.

I scrolled further below coming across a fan account (@justinbiebertracker) a picture of Justin snapped by a paparazzi was the post and the caption being “Justin Bieber at Ed Sheeran’s premiere in London, England. (October 22)”

Hold up, why is Justin in London ? When did he even get here ? How did I not even know about this ? I went through the recent posts to see that Justin had arrived just a few days ago. Wow, like okay. Strange.

As I tried to entertain myself further, I went through my other apps such as Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr etc. 20 minutes later after wasting time I had received a text on iMessage. This is Justin. This is (Y/N)

☹ Justin ☹

Is it too late now to say sorry ?

I think it is indeed Bieber.

Cuz I’m missing more than just your body 😏

What are you even doing here in London ?

Wait, here ? You’re in London ? Where ?

Oh please don’t even pretend that you didn’t know..

What are you talking about ? I didn’t know 😌

And why are you even talking to me ? Go talk to your girlfriend 😑

I’m talking to her right now 😊

Boy is you okay ? Is you high ? Are you bipolar ? We broke up remember ? Where is your sudden burst of enthusiasm especially with me, coming around from ? Why don’t you just stick to your other side hoe ☺️☺️

I’m perfectly fine. Babe I came to my senses. I know how wrong I was and realised how much I miss you. I miss seeing your beautiful face, I regret rejecting you to come along with me. I really do. Is their a chance we can meet in person ? 😞

Justin I don’t think so…I went through too much with just this break up. You really hurt me this time. I don’t think I would be able to forget that. It’s going to have to take you a lot more then just an apology text for us to even just be friends 😔

Babe I’m honestly really sorry. I love you so much. I know what I’ve done and the fact that it was terribly wrong. I didn’t know what I was thinking nor what I was going to lose. I can truly imagine all the pain that you’ve been through. I deserve to feel your pain. You don’t deserve any of this. Truth is, sorry is written about you. 👀 I though you should know…

Wow okay..its uh good to know that the song is written about me I guess. Some good tune. I still am really disappointed in you Bieber.

You have every right to (Y/N) I understand.

Just as I was about to reply back, the doorbell had rung. I quickly texted him back as I left my phone aside.

I have a guest over… we can talk later. Bye.

I got up from my position on the couch and made my way towards the door, I opened the door and now stood before me was Justin. “Hey did you miss me ?” He asked as he smiled widely and pecked me on my cheek, he then handed me the bouquet of roses as he made his way inside my apartment. “We were just talking…Justin I’m really worried about you. Did you fall or something, injure yourself in such a way ? What happened to you ?” I asked in a sarcastic manner.

I placed the bouquet in a vase and set it aside on the dining table. Justin seated himself on the couch as I sat next to him. “What brings you here ?” I asked breaking the silence. “You.” He said as then turned to face me. “Me ? Why would you leave the past amazing countries you’ve been to for me ? Justin, remember the fact that you broke up with me. I’ve been through a lot of pain, learnt to dealt with it. I can’t afford to go through this again” I rambled.

“Babe I know that a sorry is not going to help. Though being away from you made me realise how much of an impact you made on my life the past year we’ve been together. You made me change for the better and I honestly haven’t been anymore happier than I am now. My family loves when you’re around as they see how you make me happy. Going on that trip alone…I don’t even know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you and I especially shouldn’t have called you what I did or said the words that I had said” he said as he looked down in disappointment.

“I’m speechless” was all I blurted out as a tear dreaded to run down my cheek. He then glanced at me “I feel like shit” he said as I then chuckled. “You deserve to since you seemed to have enjoyed spending time with that bitch Jayde” I said as I scoffed at her name. We both then laughed together, I had a thought of killing his mood the same way he did while he was away in Bora Bora… after all I mean he deserves it. “Justin I forgive you. I love you and haven’t stopped since you’ve been away. Though I have something to confess that you wouldn’t be pleased to hear” I said as i turned into a rather more serious tone.

“I’m glad you forgive me and love me though what is it that you need to tell me ?” He asked getting eager by the minute. “I have a boyfriend Justin” I said seriously. It was quite for a moment “You’re lying” he smirked. “I’m honestly not. I have a boyfriend Justin” I said trying not to laugh. “What’s his name ?” He asked getting tensed. “Cameron” I said as I leaned back against the couch. "The youtuber ?" He asked and I simply nodded as a reply. “Ohh” was all he said as he then looked down. I took advantage of the moment and had then straddled his lap.

“You’re so gullible sometimes. I’m not a single pringle Justin. I’m taken by you of course. Now, about you being exclusively mine and exposing yourself to -” He then cut me off as he smirked and said “How about you show me I’m all yours ?” He suggested. “Gladly” I grinned as I then crashed my lips on his.

[biebsimagine]

When Land met Water

Water thrashed in every direction, never deciding on just one. The water kissed my skin and created tiny goosebumps to rise all over and I shivered, only truly feeling the cold when I stopped moving.

My feet barely touched the floor of the pool, giving me a surprise when I first stepped in, so I had to stand on my toes whenever I wanted to rest. I had the time and the serenity for it; the place was deserted. I walked past it almost every day and every night, and there was never anyone around, which confused me because the pool was always full.

Despite the poolside looking completely abandoned with chairs broken and discarded in every direction, the water was the cleanest I’d ever seen. There were trees nearby, but somehow not one leaf had ventured anywhere near the water. It seemed impossible, but the second the water consumed my body, I didn’t give it too much thought anymore.

Yes, technically I was breaking and entering, but the temptation was too much after the blue in the water managed to lure me a little more each time I passed, it was almost begging to be swam in. So before work one morning, I woke extra early and grabbed a change of clothes as well as a towel to get dried with, and with a heavily beating heart, made my way to the metal gates separating me from where I wanted to be. I wasn’t the greatest climber, but I also didn’t have much trouble getting over once I’d found leverage.

The water wasn’t as cold as I thought it’d be, but it was just a clear and clean as it looked. I ran my hands over the surface and admired how soft it felt, as unusual as that would sound. After doing this for some time, I realised if I pressed my palms against the surface, it feels as though I could take the water in my hands and lift it, hold it. This entertained me but I soon grew bored.

I let my body float and thought I could easily drift off to sleep if the fear of sinking was erased. If only humans could breathe underwater, I thought to myself and felt an unusual wave push against my body. I pushed my feet down to the bottom, my toes brushing against the roughness, and looked around. The wind wasn’t strong enough to cause waves in the water.

And that’s when it happened. Something flew out of the water. I couldn't quite get the best look at first; water had splashed forcefully in my direction and my first instinct was to flinch away. However, two minutes later I didn’t need my sight to understand what it was.

“Hi!”

Stood in front of me was a girl, damp hair pushed back out of her face, and a huge grin spread across her face. She wore a red costume that clung to her skin and matched the tiny spots of red in her cheeks.

“W-what- who are you?” I asked, backing away quickly, only to feel the cold, hard wall against my back.

“Well that’s a pretty rude way to greet someone you’ve just met,” she pointed out, but still smiled sweetly. “I’m [Y/N], and you are?” She held out her hand, all I could do was stare at it in confusion. “Hello? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine, I just- when did you get here? I didn’t see you, or hear you,” I asked, still able to feel my head pounding in my chest.

“Oh, I got here way before you did,” she laughed softly. “Now, what’s your name?”

“J-Justin.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, J-Justin. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I shot back in defence.

“I live here, silly. You don’t see me coming over to your house uninvited.”

“Your house?” I laughed. I could feel water droplets tickling my skin.

“Yes, do you not like it?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly and I paused, wondering if I was being pranked.

“Y-you live here? In this pool?”

“Yes!” she shrieked.

“But- wait. I-I don’t understand. How- I was here for ages before you managed to scare the shit out of me. Where were you?”

The girl bit down on her bottom lip, a look of what seemed to be contemplation on her face. “U-under the water?”

“Really? You don’t seem so sure,” I pointed out, running a lazy hand through the tangled mess of my wet hair.

“No, I’m sure.” She frowned, her bright eyes never leaving my face. “So, what are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just came for an early morning swim before work..”

She nodded her head as though she understood, but said nothing else and floated a few feet away from me. Her presence managed to send shivers down my spine, I knew it wasn’t the water because it was warm enough to feel like a hug around my entire body.

“So how did you really get in without me noticing? Is there, like, a secret, possibly easier, way of getting in that I didn’t know about? I’ve walked past here almost every single day for months now and I’ve never noticed it-“

“I thought I already told you, do you lack concentration skills or something? Maybe a little deaf? You should get that checked, just to be sure.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” I muttered, giving a quizzical look at her rudeness.

“I live here, right here, where you're happily floating.” She waved her arms in huge circles three or four times.

“Living in water can’t be good for you,” I said jokingly, but she didn’t laugh.

“I get on just fine, thank you very much!” She ended it there by diving headfirst beneath the water, splashing me once more.

I cupped my hands under the water, bringing them and watching as they slowly emptied. I did this to await the girl’s return, expecting the familiar sound anytime soon. The tranquillity was peaceful at first, but with each second that fell away, it turned sickly.

It took another two minutes for me to truly begin the panicking, but there was nothing I could do; I couldn’t see underwater without burning eyes being the result, and no matter how hard I tried to search around, I couldn’t see any dark figures laying limply below water. So instead, I resorted to twirling around pathetically, hoping for a result.

And no thanks to me, it came eventually. She resurfaced around five minutes later in almost the same spot as last time.

“What the fuck?” I hissed. “What the fuck was that?!”

“What?” she asked innocently, but I couldn’t be entirely sure it was genuine.

“Where were you?”

She rolled her eyes, and it contrasted with the smile that erupted on her face. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re a little slow.”

“‘Scuse me?”  

“How long can you last underwater?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“I-I don’t know, like a minute? Not long,” I said, feeling the effect the girl had on me when my heart started racing with nervousness.

“Well, notice how you didn’t see me for a good ten minutes? Where do you think I was, pretty boy?”

I frowned. I simply couldn’t work her out and it left me frustrated. Nothing that left her plump pink lips made any sense.  

“There’s no way you were underwater for that long.” My voice doesn’t sound as confident as I had hoped.

“Then where was I? I don’t know about you but I don’t have the power to just magically disappear.”

Our conversation was becoming tedious, but she didn’t seem bored or impatient, despite the numerous times she’d implied I wasn’t the smartest person she’d had the pleasure to meet.

“Alright,” I murmured. “Stand there and go under, so I can see that you’re actually there,” I spoke carefully, watching her with even more awareness, meaning I saw her roll her eyes.

“Fine,” she sighed before submerging herself. I watched and waited closely, the confusion setting in when a minute or so had passed and she hadn’t surfaced. You can imagine my disbelief when another three floated by with her blurred figure shimmering still.

Hesitantly, I waved a hand under the water, wondering if she had her eyes open to be able to see it. My question was answered when she resurfaced; there was no gasp for air, no heavy breathing, nothing. My mind was fucking blown.

“What are you?” I asked, contemplating whether I could’ve put that any politer.

“Beats me.” She shrugged. “Some experiment, I think.”

And for the first time that morning, I didn’t hide my confusion with laughter or an eye roll, I didn’t need to; I believed it.

“But you can breathe out of the water, why do you live here?”

Another shrug fell off her shoulders. “This is where I was left, I don’t remember anything else. This place is all I know.”

“So- wait, you can actually breathe underwater,” I said, only just letting it truly process. “Like, for real.”

She smiled proudly. “Mhm.”

“What’s that like?” I asked, leaning closer. Her wet skin glistened.

“It’s amazing!” she spoke with so much excitement. “I know I should probably tell you how much misfortune I’ve had or whatever, my sob story, but I don’t remember too much about before.”

“How does it actually work? Like.. how?”

“Just because I can, doesn’t mean I know why. I just go under and.. breathe, I guess.”

Despite the absurd situation I was in, I was lost for words. Shouldn't I have a thousand questions? I couldn’t seem to think of a single thing that wouldn’t leave my mouth sounding stupid.

“What- what about family? Do you just live here by yourself?”

“Are we playing twenty-one questions?” She smirked and I was certain my cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. “But family, I don’t know, I don’t know what happened.” She shrugged as though the subject wasn’t important.

“Do you ever have a change of scenery?”

She shook her head. “Never been outside of this box, ‘far as I can remember.”

“Do you ever want to?”

“What are you getting at?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at me. All I could do was shrug. “I haven’t been out of water in years, I wouldn’t even know how to walk-“

“I can teach you,” I suggested without giving it a second thought. “I mean, I can’t right now, I actually have to get to work but.. maybe, some other time?”

“I don’t know why you’re so eager,” she said, “but I’ll take you up on that offer, J-Justin,” she mocked, but I didn’t mind.

I climbed out of the pool, the chilly air hitting my bare chest the second I was out of the warm embrace of the water. Drying myself off with the towel, I was very aware of eyes on me.

“You know, you’re not supposed to stare at people,” I joked, running the towel over my wet hair.

“That’s a rule you have out on land?” she asked. “Underwater it’s rather encouraged,” she grinned.

I struggled, but I managed to get changed into my suit without too much skin being on show. Once the bag was over my shoulder, I looked down to see [Y/N] with her head resting on her arms, her upper half out of the water.

“See you around,” she said, and I nodded. “I’ll be expecting you back, y’know.”

“I know,” I said, giving her one last glance - and one last smile - before climbing the metal gates once more.

[melancholeyes]

copy & paste, then fill out your own answers !!

———  BASICS !

NAME .      Shelby PRONOUNS .      She/Her ZODIAC  SIGN .      Sagittarius TAKEN  OR  SINGLE .       Single

———  THREE  FACTS   !

1 .      I still play PokemonGo  2 .      I’ve only ever met two famous ppl and those were Jason Momoa and Rory McCann and I have both their autographs  3.       I prefer to read books on e-readers #UNPOPULAR OPINION 

———  EXPERIENCE

PLATFORMS  USED .       tumblr mostly 

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE !

FEMALE  OR  MALE ?     female. I used to write more guys but eh. 

LEAST  FAVORITE  FACE(S)  ?     Fucking. JJBA faces.

MULTI  OR  SINGLE  ?     Single. Not really a huge fan of multi-muses (nothing against them, just a preference).

FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  ?      I don’t really have much of a preference but I don’t really write much smut. I tend to prefer plots that just explore something new, whether that be a new scenario or emotion or headcanon or relationship. I just want fresh and interesting stuff. 

PLOT  /  MEMES  ?    Plotting bc half the time it takes me forever to finish memes nafsdkjb. 

tagged  by . @hollyblve *blows u a kiss* tagging . I have no idea who’s done this or who’s been tagged so if u wanna do it take it!

[roleplayfinder]

Seeking Literate Partners!

Disclaimer: Male authors, please stop contacting me. I've been burned too many times. If you persist, I'll ignore your message. Hello, you can call me Doe! I'm 25+ and a proud cat mom. I write multiple paragraphs/novella style (200-500+ words). I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. I understand if the scene doesn’t have alot going on and therefore requires less like rapid fire. I adore having long, thoughtful replies where we truly immerse ourselves in the world. I'm hoping to find a partner whose as enthusiastic and passionate about the plot and writing as I am. When I get invested in a story, it’s 100% dedication. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day. I'm a big fan of romance and using face claims. I’m the type to make pinterest boards, spam you with gifs, headcanons, and send you songs that remind me of our characters and/or ship. I'll get excited if we come up with future plot ideas, or if our characters are being cute or angsty and I can yell about it in the chat. Last but not least I only do MxF (with myself in the female role) and don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I'd highly prefer female authors writing male characters. Searching For - 21+ partners (Since people have asked, it's fine if you're 20) - For you to have an excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. Both in character and out of character. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies or those who have English as their second/third language). - Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my plots, and are even encouraged, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I like to have a good mix of plot and tastefully written smut, along with doses of angst and fluff. - For you to write as an older man (firmly 40s+/50s+). I'm a sucker for the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love those grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by soft yet commanding women. If you're uncomfortable writing large age gaps please don't bother contacting me. The youngest I'll go is early 20s for my girls. - Please be enthusiastic and invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Tossing ideas back and forth, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. - Joining me in the wonderful world of ship/character development is kind of a must. It’s one of the things that makes writing with a partner so much fun. I also like to make friends with my partners! - While I'd prefer real life face claims, I'd also be open to using realistic art if you're uncomfortable with real life. I draw the line at anime/cartoon art. Faces I'd love to write as: gal gadot, rooney mara, ruth negga, saoirse ronan, sophie turner, jessica chastain, jennifer morrison, mia wasikowska, natalia dyer, brit marling, deborah ann woll, mackenzie davis, emmy rossum, adria adjora, chyler leigh, hayley bennet, tashi rodriguez, lily james, cara delevingne, maya hawke, katheryn winnick, elizabeth olsen, abigal cowen, sophia lillis lauren cohan, zoey deutsch, paulina singer, crystal reed, hayley lu richardson, ask about others Faces I'd love to write against: jeffery dean morgan, hugh jackman, robert taylor, jr bourne, jon bernthal, jason issacs, anthony varrecchiah, brett tucker, david harbour, frank grillo, iain glen, josh duhamel, patrick petitjean, ethan hawke, christian bale, rory mccann, younger sam elliot, titus welliver, viggo mortensen, joel miller (illustrated face), cillian murphy, ask about others If you've made it this far, thank you! You won't be disappointed in writing with me. I tend to be online daily and while I'd like it if you were too, I understand that real life things comes first. Let me know if you're going to

be inactive/can’t continue. If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging continued interest spaced a week apart. Below are genres and pairings I love. Feel free to combine as many as you'd like and I’m sure we can come up with something great! Current cravings are in bold. Two thing I don't do are slice of life and historical plots. Genres: - crimes in remote locations - spooky small towns - post apocalyptic/dystopia - supernatural/modern fantasy (A/B/O, werewolves, shapeshifters, werewolf x shifter, alpha x new werewolf, involuntary mate-bond, mating/claiming) - southern/mid western gothic - murder mystery (small town or big city) - modern/dark fairy tale retellings - sci-fi - cyberpunk/retro-futuristic - little coastal towns or little towns in the mountains - emotionally charged/dark and gritty - superpowers/gifted - unresolved sexual tension/slow burn - redemption - pacific northwest - suburban gothic - luring to the other side - reincarnation/multiple universes - western inspired + modern day (such as longmire) - christmas inspired - culture clash/two characters from different sides Pairings: - age gaps (older man x younger woman / 15 to 25+ year gap) - enemies to lovers/villain x heroine - cop x criminal - doctor x patient - friends turned lovers/pining - grumpy x sunshine - the broken man x the woman that becomes his light - fbi agents/cop partners - dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman - friend x best friend’s older sibling - boss x employee - neighbors - single father x friend - firefighter/cop x victim - mentor x mentee - hurt/comfort - height differences - pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, kid, kiddo) - lady and the tramp esque/class difference - creature x human/creature - ex-con x anyone - bodyguard x assignment - widow/er falling in love again - biker x civilian - rancher/mountain man x city girl - affair (with so's sibling, with so's friend, with neighbor) - hitman x target - serial killer x fbi agent - soul mates - experienced x inexperienced - local x vacationer - injured/scarred warrior washed out from their former glory x royal/heir-to-be (modern day / Sansa x Sandor inspired) - friend x best friend/boyfriend's father - daughter in law x father in law - park ranger x camper - bounty hunter x bounty - power imbalances Tropes/Themes: the papa wolf/hot dads, cultured badass, jerk with a heart of gold. ladykiller in love, mountain man, mysterious protector, southern gentleman, tall, dark, and handsome, knight in sour armor, red string of fate, villain takes an interest, porcelain to ivory to steel, when person a gets injured/kidnapped and person b goes absolutely feral to save them, cowboys tiny women and big men, the monster being treated gently for the first time in his life, two characters forced into positions where they have no choice but to reconcile their differences and grow together/trust each other, forbidden relationships, trying to escape childhood demons & reuniting in adulthood Fandoms: (I don't write canons or do canon x oc) Star Wars, X Files, Haven, Fringe, Stranger Things, Heroes, The Wolf Among Us, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, Marvel, The OA, Disney personified, Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us, Cyberpunk 2077 Plot Ideas: I have too many to list here but take a look at my google doc and let me know if anything catches your attention. It's a mix of fandom inspired and original plots: Plot Ideas Last but not least, I have a list of kinks if anyone's interested. I use email and discord to write. I'd also be open to joining a jcink site! Contact me at Doe#3347 on discord or by email: doeeyes73@gmail.com Please be detailed when you message me, let me know why you chose to contact me. Seeing only "hey do you wanna rp?" is a guaranteed way to turn me off. Look forward to hearing from you!

[fyrapartnersearch]

Seeking Literate Partners!

Disclaimer: Male authors, please stop contacting me. I've been burned too many times. If you persist, I'll ignore your message. Hello, you can call me Doe! I'm 25+ and a proud cat mom. I write multiple paragraphs/novella style (200-500+ words). I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. I understand if the scene doesn’t have alot going on and therefore requires less like rapid fire. I adore having long, thoughtful replies where we truly immerse ourselves in the world. I'm hoping to find a partner whose as enthusiastic and passionate about the plot and writing as I am. When I get invested in a story, it’s 100% dedication. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day. I'm a big fan of romance and using face claims. I’m the type to make pinterest boards, spam you with gifs, headcanons, and send you songs that remind me of our characters and/or ship. I'll get excited if we come up with future plot ideas, or if our characters are being cute or angsty and I can yell about it in the chat. Last but not least I only do MxF (with myself in the female role) and don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I'd highly prefer female authors writing male characters. Searching For - 21+ partners (Since people have asked, it's fine if you're 20) - For you to have an excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. Both in character and out of character. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies) - Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my plots, and are even encouraged, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I like to have a good mix of plot and tastefully written smut, along with doses of angst and fluff. - For you to write as an older man (firmly 40s+/50s+). I'm a sucker for the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love those grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by soft yet commanding women. If you're uncomfortable writing large age gaps please don't bother contacting me. The youngest I'll go is early 20s for my girls. - Please be enthusiastic and invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Tossing ideas back and forth, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. - Joining me in the wonderful world of ship/character development is kind of a must. It’s one of the things that makes writing with a partner so much fun. I also like to make friends with my partners! - While I'd prefer real life face claims, I'd also be open to using realistic art if you're uncomfortable with real life. I draw the line at anime/cartoon art. Faces I'd love to write as: gal gadot, rooney mara, ruth negga, saoirse ronan, sophie turner, jessica chastain, jennifer morrison, mia wasikowska, natalia dyer, brit marling, deborah ann woll, mackenzie davis, emmy rossum, adria adjora, chyler leigh, hayley bennet, tashi rodriguez, lily james, cara delevingne, maya hawke, katheryn winnick, elizabeth olsen, abigal cowen, sophia lillis, lauren cohan, zoey deutsch, paulina singer, crystal reed, hayley lu richardson, diana silvers, ask about others Faces I'd love to write against: jeffery dean morgan, hugh jackman, robert taylor, jr bourne, jon bernthal, jason issacs, david harbour, frank grillo, iain glen, patrick petitjean, ethan hawke, christian bale, rory mccann, younger sam elliot, titus welliver, viggo mortensen, joel miller (illustrated face), cillian murphy, toby stephens, stephan lang, sam page, ask about others (I've actually been dying for a jeffery dean morgan x lauren cohen ship) If you've made it this far, thank you! You won't be disappointed in writing with me. I tend to be online daily and while I'd like it if you were too, I understand that real life things comes first. Let me know if you're going to be inactive/can’t continue. If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging continued interest spaced a week apart. Below are genres and pairings I love. Feel free to combine as many as you'd like and I’m sure we can come up with something great! Current cravings are in bold. Two thing I don't do are slice of life and historical plots. Genres: - crimes in remote locations - spooky small towns - post apocalyptic/dystopia - supernatural/modern fantasy (A/B/O, werewolves, shapeshifters, werewolf x shifter, alpha x new werewolf, involuntary mate-bond, mating/claiming) - southern/mid western gothic - murder mystery (small town or big city) - modern/dark fairy tale retellings - sci-fi - cyberpunk/retro-futuristic - little coastal towns or little towns in the mountains - emotionally charged/dark and gritty - superpowers/gifted - unresolved sexual tension/slow burn - redemption - pacific northwest - suburban gothic - luring to the other side - western inspired + modern day (such as longmire) - hallmark movie inspired - culture clash/two characters from different sides Pairings: - age gaps (older man x younger woman / 15 to 25+ year gap) - enemies to lovers/villain x heroine - cop x criminal - doctor x patient - friends turned lovers/pining - grumpy x sunshine - the broken man x the woman that becomes his light - fbi agents/cop partners - dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman - boss x employee - neighbors - single father x friend - firefighter/cop x victim - mentor x mentee - hurt/comfort - height differences - pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, kid, kiddo) - lady and the tramp esque/class difference - ex-con x anyone - bodyguard x assignment - widow/er falling in love again - biker x civilian - rancher/mountain man x city girl - affair (with so's sibling, with so's friend, with neighbor) - hitman x target - serial killer x fbi agent - soul mates - experienced x inexperienced - local x vacationer - injured/scarred warrior washed out from their former glory x royal/heir-to-be (modern day / Sansa x Sandor inspired) - friend x best friend/boyfriend's father - daughter in law x father in law - park ranger x camper - bounty hunter x bounty - power imbalances Tropes/Themes: the papa wolf/hot dads, cultured badass, jerk with a heart of gold. ladykiller in love, mountain man, mysterious protector, southern gentleman, tall, dark, and handsome, knight in sour armor, red string of fate, villain takes an interest, porcelain to ivory to steel, when person a gets injured/kidnapped and person b goes absolutely feral to save them, cowboys tiny women and big men, the monster being treated gently for the first time in his life, two characters forced into positions where they have no choice but to reconcile their differences and grow together/trust each other, forbidden relationships, trying to escape childhood demons & reuniting in adulthood, love as redemption Fandoms: (I don't write canons or do canon x oc) Star Wars, X Files, Haven, Fringe, Stranger Things, Heroes, The Wolf Among Us, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, Marvel, The OA, Disney personified, Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us Plot Ideas: I have too many to list here but take a look at my google doc and let me know if anything catches your attention. It's a mix of fandom inspired and original plots: Plot Ideas Last but not least, I have a list of kinks if anyone's interested. I use email and discord to write. I'd also be open to joining a jcink site! Contact me at Doe#3347 on discord or by email: doeeyes73@zohomail.com Please be detailed when you message me, let me know why you chose to contact me. Seeing only "hey do you wanna rp?" is a guaranteed way to turn me off. Look forward to hearing from you!

[ao3feed-larry]

The Queens

by ScarletSlytherin

Zaina and Aziza are the school losers and are bullied by the most popular kids at school. due to an incident they leave their small town in London and made a new path for themselves in America but have to come back and are forced to face the demons of their past. How will they handle their former tormentors falling for them and striving for their affections and now fall back in love with them again?

Words: 5416, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Justin Bieber (Musician)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Zayn Malik, Original Female Character(s), Justin Bieber, Jason McCann, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Original Characters

Relationships: Justin Bieber/Zayn Malik, Jason McCann/Original Female Character, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: Bottom Zayn Malik, Bwwm, Female Zayn Malik, Zayn Malik-centric, Muslim Character, Angst, Fluff, Hate to Love, Famous Zayn Malik, Famous Justin Bieber, Non-Famous Harry, Non-Famous Niall, Non-Famous Louis Tomlinson, Non-Famous Liam Payne

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/2QuTIeZ

[zustinviews]

6 Months Pregnant - Jason McCann imagine

Request: ‘Can you do it where y/n is like 6 months pregnant and Jason is all cute about it please ? Btw I love your imagines !!’

Warnings: none, it’s fluff

A/N: the amount of times I said said Justin instead of Jason when i reread this is insane

{Y/N} POV

I was currently seated on the couch, watching one of the sitcoms I enjoyed as a child. Maybe the baby would be interested in this show as well. It was 1:32 in the afternoon, and I was awaiting Jason and the gang to return home. They've been out since last night and I know not to stay up and wait for him. I received a text from Jason on my phone and smiled at the screen. I shut it off and waited for the front door to open at any moment.

After waiting about ten minutes, I heard the front door swing open and in came Jason and the guys. The door shut and Jason hopped over the couch, catching me off guard.

“Keep pulling stuff like this and I might just give birth on the couch.” I said, annoyed. 

“Please don’t, this shit was expensive.” Jason replied. I hit him in the arm and warned him about his potty mouth. “Sorry babe, how’s the little mini me doin’?” he continued, rubbing his hand on my stomach.

“He’s been kicking all damn day.” I said, resting my hand on top of his. “But he’s been doing fine. How are you?”

“Who cares! All I care about is you and my son, that’s it.” Jason kissed me on my forehead and got up from the couch, going to talk with the boys. Before I was pregnant, Jason wasn’t always one to show his emotions, especially like this. I assumed that since he’s going to be a father soon, now was the best time for him to be more affectionate. I got up from where I sat and went into the kitchen to where the action was.

“What are you doing up? You should be resting.” Jason said, concerned.

“I’ve rested all day Jase. Besides, I want to go baby clothes shopping for our son.” I reasoned with him.

“Fine, we can go. I’ll be done in a second here.”

I walked away from where everyone else was ad grabbed my shoes from the closet, then sitting on the steps to put them on. One of the hardest things about being pregnant was putting on shoes. I couldn't put them either because of this huge baby bump or my feet were swollen. Right now, it was currently both.

“Dude, you can’t just leave us all alone to do this work by ourselves. We don’t know how to compute all this stuff!”

“Well, fine someone who does! I don’t pay you idiots all this money for nothing. Get it done or there will be problems tonight.”

I heard footsteps walking towards where I was and acted as if I was putting on my shoes, when I was really struggling. I saw that it was Jason and he saw me attempting to put my shoes on.

“You do know that those are mine, right?” He raised an eyebrow. I gave him a confused look and looked down at the shoes.

“Oh, there are yours. My bad,” I said in embarrassment. I began getting up to get my shoes but, Jason offered to get them for me. He gave them to me and I gave his back in return. “You know, you don’t have to come with me. I could call one of my friends to go with me.” Jason was a busy guy and it made me feel sort of guilty for taking him away from his work. 

“Absolutely not {Y/N}. The boys are acting as if it’s the end of the world. They’ll be fine. As for you, the love of my entire life, you could drop the baby at any moment and I’m not risking not being there. Now, let’s go, yeah?”

We went into Carter’s to look for clothes and other baby necessities. This was our first kid and we wanted everything to be perfect for him, even if it meant spending an arm and a leg on the best things. Jason did most of the looking, while I took a load off my feet. He seemed to enjoy running around the store like a mad man. The sales associates was probably getting tired of him at this point. he picked up some baby onesies and asked for my opinion on them. 

“They’re cute but, don’t you think it’s a little—”

“A little what? What could it possibly be {Y/N}? Is it ugly? Tell me!” He cut me off, not giving me a chance to finish my sentence. 

“N-never mind. I think they’re very appropriate for our son.” I replied. “We almost done here?”

“No.” He walked away from me and began looking for more clothing and furniture for the nursery. “Hey babe, what do you think about this crib? Think it’s cute?” Jason called to from across the store. I pushed myself up from the seat I was in and waddled my way over to where he was. 

“I love this one actually. Please tell me we’re getting it.” I begged. 

“I guess,” He said. “Hopefully the little man will like it.”

After hour upon hours spent inside Carter’s, we finally finished. Jason paid for everything and we went on our way back home.

“I’m starting to think that it’s you carrying the baby rather than me.” I joked around, lying next to Jason. 

“I must be doing one hell of a job then.” he chuckled. “You’re going to be an amazing mother {Y/N}.”

“And you’re going to be an amazing father Jason, even though I don’t agree with everything you do.”

[augustconversations]

Opia

n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out. 

(Definition found at The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)

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Originally written: Idk, but it was a mess

Re-written: March 18th, 2023

The sun finally sets down over the neighborhood. It was that time of year where it’s hot in the day and chilly in the evenings, so it was interesting seeing Jason sitting on her porch with no jacket on. Actually, it was interesting seeing Jason sitting on her porch at all. 

Y/N held her worn down cardigan closer to her body and opened the door. Jason didn’t flinch, but his head did reel in her direction when she sat down next to him. 

When he lingered around like this, it usually got under Y/N’s skin, but tonight she felt…good, for a lack of a better word. It was cold, yes, but it was bearable. And the stars were shimmering. When did they do that? Probably all the time. There hasn’t been anything to worry about lately: bills are paid, family is doing well enough, and her heart is healed. Maybe it was time to start looking up. 

Still, it was a little weird sharing a night with Jason, but there was something nice about hearing the cicadas cheer in spite of. 

“Do you ever…feel…something you can’t quite…” Jason’s voice is raspy. Y/N looks down at the beer he’s holding in his hand. 

Great. He's drinking. 

She preferred him not to drink, but at least it wasn't hard liquor this time. Jason and Vodka equals a one way ticket to never coming to her house again. He knew that, so she only sees him sporting a Corona here and there. Not great, but not bad either. 

He starts over, looking out into the mouth of the night. Nothing much to look at except the tangle of trees in front of him. They look haunted but she has to remember they’re not. It’s too shallow for ghosts or robbers; in fact Ms. Hodgkin's, an old frail woman with slow speech, colorful garden of hydrangeas were prominent behind the forest, if you can call it that.

“Do you ever feel something quite describe?” His gaze shifts over to her. He sits up and places his beer beside his foot and mirrors his elbow to his knees. His hair catches the glow of her porch light and there are two hues of blond. She has the sudden urge to drag her fingers through it, straighten out his waves, but the tension was too much, even if the thought was safe inside of her mind. 

Before she could say anything, Jason starts up again. He wasn’t drunk, but he always got talkative when a dime of alcohol touched his tongue. 

“Like today,” he said, intertwining his fingers. 

Another urge to put her hand in his, to feel their warmth, but it’s too much, too embarrassing, so she zones in on Ms. Hodgkin’s garden and focused on the bunch that was a nice shade of periwinkle. 

“I had this really weird moment when I was driving. I saw this teenage boy. He was waiting at the bus stop, and he looked nervous. Probably a freshman in high school.” A breathy snort rushes out of his nose. Nostalgia lit up his eyes, and remembering, too, Y/N cracked a smile. “And then I started thinking about when I was in high school…” his smile leaves his face and he’s looking at his fingers, eyebrows pinched together. 

“I remember how messed up I was…how dumb I’d been. This urgency falls over me and I had this incredible desire to go back in time and tell my younger self that everything works out. Stop worrying so much, you know? You’re stable” —he looks over at his beer— “enough. You have success, you have a plan, finally you have direction, and everything turns out just fine.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s so strange. It was like the past was a tangible place I could go to that very minute, and younger me was someone that existed outside of myself. Like I could pick up the phone and call him. That stupid feeling was with me that whole thirty minute drive. I couldn’t shake it.” 

“Enouement,” Y/N smiled. 

“What?” Jason looks up from his fingers and stares at her. She switched her gaze on the tiny trio of ants marching in a straight line. 

“Enouement,” she repeated. “It’s when you feel bitter sweetness having seen what the future is like and not being about to go back in time to tell yourself how things work out.” 

“Oh…” Jason picks up his beer and takes a thoughtful swig. “That’s pretty cool there’s a word for it.” He takes another long swig and Y/N resists the temptation to roll her eyes. Then he chuckles, seeming as though he’d long forgotten he was pouring his heart out to her. “The other day, I freaked out that I could hear my heartbeats. Then suddenly I couldn’t hear them at all. Then my breath got caught in my throat. I thought I died for a split second. I had to press my hand to my chest to see if I was still alive. I panicked when I didn’t see the “bright light”.” 

She smiles down at the ants disappearing underneath the wooden staircase. “Rubatosis.” 

He takes a final gulp of his drink and crushes the can in his hand. “Ruba-mi-what?” 

“Rubatosis. It’s the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.” 

Jason slouches back down and sits up on his elbows. His eyebrows are scrunched. “Are you, like, some kind of thesaurus or something?” 

Y/N lets out a snort and studies Jason’s car. It was a nice gray Jeep. Tall and sturdy. A car made exactly for him. “Thesaurus is a book for synonyms. You mean dictionary.” 

“Same thing,” he says. 

“Not really,” she says back. 

“Well, can you share with me any other cool words? I like the way you say them.” 

Y/n could hear the smirk in his voice. Then she looks back at him. He is smirking. She rolls her eyes and returns her gaze back to Jason’s huge car. There was a small gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. The more she stayed quiet, the more the feeling grew. Even the cicadas waited and listened.

“Jason?” Her voice was soft and inviting, like she was holding onto a secret that would bond them in a different way. 

“Yes?” He asks.

They stared at each other. His eyes were the color of rosewood, and they spoke with curiosity. It seemed like he wanted her to say something he’s been waiting to hear. And it felt like that, for a split moment. It felt like she was going to say something she was going to regret a second later. Jason had a way of looking at her that manipulated her thoughts. Maybe she did want to say something, but what? Anything would be fine, but it was quickly becoming all too weird. Him looking at her and patiently waiting for a response made the night thick—even if he only wanted another unique word. 

“Why are you still here?” She asks. 

The glimmer in his eyes became as dull as her porch light. Then the moment is gone as if it never happened. He stands and stretches his tall body decorated in black clothing. Keys jiggled in his pocket. 

“I don’t know,” he says. 

“Wait, you’re going to drive?” she asks, standing with him. “After drinking?” 

He rolls his eyes and Y/N could help but note his long eyelashes. “First you want me to go and now you know whether I should?” 

There’s something in his voice, but if Y/N acknowledged it as annoyance, then she would have to acknowledge why. Acknowledging why would also make her acknowledge there was something brewing between them—at least on her end—and she can’t bear the thought of Jason knowing there is a softness she felt for him.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she says, holding her cardigan taut against her body.

Whatever annoyance he displayed before dropped, and he smiled softly. “I’ll be fine. I’ve only had one beer. I’m not a lightweight. Thanks for worrying about me though.” 

He winks and turns around before he sees the way her foot hid behind the other. 

He starts his car and revs the night awake. Cockiness is on his face and he laughs at her. The jeep makes a U-turn out of the wide, gravel driveway and leaves tire burns in its wake. 

She goes back inside with a sense of vulnerability she couldn’t describe. Whatever she felt, she hated it. It was too much, he was too much, and she vowed to never look Jason McCann directly in his eyes like that ever again. 

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JB Imagine - Hate & 25 min girlfriend (Part 3) - (Best Friend)

A/N: Part 3 is finally here ! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing this series. Please don’t forget to like and send me some feedback or any requests if you have any in mind. BTW no worries, their is defo going to be a Part 4. Much love .xx

(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 4)

(Part 3)

Warning : Mention of self harm and emotional chapter. (I added my bubbly taste to it towards the end)

“Excuse me” I wiped my mouth with a nearby serviette. “You heard me” he raised an eyebrow. “Boy I think you going through some mid life crisis and you need help. Like serious help” I said, taking a bite from my cheese toast.

“I don’t need help” he said plainly. “Justin, you can’t keep on playing between girls” I finished off and put the dishes into the sink. “Who said I’m playing between girls ?” He followed behind me. “Look Justin, you can’t just eff some girl and just leave her to stare at me half naked, plus call me hot after slapping me yesterday and may I mention again that you called me a bitch” I stopped in my tracks of walking up the staircase.

“That my friend is so not on” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Y/N I’m really sorry okay, I was frustrated and really annoyed yesterday” he cooed. “And it gave you what reason to throw your anger at me ?” The room was silent. “I really am disappointed with you, I thought you changed for the better, I was so proud and happy for the new Justin, but I guess not. You went back to your old habits of going out with different girls, plus going nude again and -”

“You’re not the boss of me and nor do you control my life” he said sternly walking closer towards me. “Please do tell me when did I say that ? I care for you Justin, I really do. I just want you to be happy, as a best-” I stayed silent not bothering to continue. He’s not my best friend anymore. Why do I care ? Why am I still here ?

My mind zoned out to think about all my insecurities and imperfections that I deal with everyday. I can cry for hours - Justin never knew - but I never dared to self harm. Tears dared to spill. I whimpered, that’s when I broke down and ran straight to my room.

I slid down against the door and held my knees. Why would Justin want to be friends with a loser like me ? That’s why he left me…just like everyone else. I’m so worthless. “Y/N open the door” he yelled and attempted to open the door. “Open the door now. Please Y/N just open” he banged on the door.

“Why would you want to be around a worthless person like me ?” I whimpered. I got up from sitting on the floor and packed all that I needed, holding the bag close to me. I unlocked the door to be face-to-face with Justin again. “Y/N don’t do that to me. Please” he pulled me in a tight hug. I pushed him away.

“I’m not okay right now. A lot of thoughts hit me and Justin… I think I should let you be on your own. You don’t need me, I’m not wanted around here and clearly I’m not your type anyways” I said bluntly. My words probably cut him like knives, but it’s true.

“What. Wait” he caught hold of my hand pulling me back. “I think we both need to move on and go our separate ways. In all honesty I never thought I would say this to you, but I loved you, I really did and I thought I had a chance” I lightly laughed and caused a tear to fall. “I guess I thought wrong because you wouldn’t date a bitch. Sofia is good for you. I thought I was being a good best friend and helping out, but that’s all long gone now. Enjoy the rest of your life Justin” I pulled my wrist away and walked down the stairs.

He was speechless and so I thought…“Where are you going ?” He shouted from the top of the staircase. “To Cameron. Someone who will actually appreciate me. I’ll come by for my stuff some other time” I said lastly and slipped on my sunglasses.

I gave Cameron a call on the way that he should pick me up from my apartment. I drove back to my apartment and packed away my clothes that I could manage to fit into my bag.

My phone was ringing and I could hear Cameron rev the car outside. I grabbed my purse and made sure to lock my apartment. Walking to the driveway I spot Cameron in a …. wait Ferrari ? “And who might this dashing young gentleman be ?” I asked as he walked around the car to open my door. I pulled him in a tight hug with him spinning me around.

“The name is Cameron Dallas, but you can call me Cam my fair lady” he put me back down. I took a seat and he closed my door, running around to his side. I kissed his cheek, “Honestly Cam what is all of this ? I’ve clearly been living under a rock if I missed the fact that you bought a Ferrari.” This is what happens when theirs too much of drama on your hands.

He took off and damn this car is truly amazing. “Well not entirely mine. Something like that” he grinned and took a quick glance at me. “Ooh early birthday present I’m guessing ?” I questioned. “A friend decided to let me borrow their Ferrari as a birthday present, so I thought it would be great if we could go out because I didn’t see you in so long anyways” he pouted. “Might I add my queen is looking gorgeous on this fine night.” The heat rushed to my cheeks damn.

“Says the handsome gentleman…Do tell me where we’re going ?” A night without Justin is what I need. Ugh why am I thinking about him. “Well I can’t tell you because that wouldn’t be a surprise now would it” he said. “But you didn’t mention anything about a surprise” I whined. I love/hate surprises because I’m an impatient person.

{A/N: I apologise that I don’t know much about America bc I’ve only been to NYC and Orlando. So I did research for a fancy restaurant in LA just saying}

We pulled up to the building - Cameron got out and opened my door - he handed the keys to a staff member to park the car. Arm in arm we walked in the building and took the elevator to the roof top. The elevator doors opened and a sign read Perch. The view was absolutely breath taking as it was an open roof top and soft romantic music was played in the background. “Oh my god Cam this is so beautiful and amazing…You honestly didn’t have to” I said pulling him into a hug.

“Reservation for Dallas” he said to the lady over the counter. “Ahh yes, table for four. Right this way sir” she smiled as we followed behind her. Table for 4 ? Cameron didn’t mention anyone joining us.

He pulled my chair for me, waited for me to sit and then say next to me. The two open seats were in front of us for guests. “Uhm Cam I’m sorry, but may I ask for who are the 2 other seats vacant for ?” I questioned anxiously. “Ohh you’ll see” he smirked and kept his gaze at the menu. What is going on ? I brush it off and skimmed through the menu.

“Hey Cameron mah man. It’s good to finally meet you”