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070614 Louis being a little shit as usual

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HI EVERYONE!

Jay here!

I failed my exam :( so after half a week of crying and being completely paralized by the fear of not knowing what I'm gonna do with my life, I thought I'd come check on you all! We still have a bunch of requests in the ask box and we will write those imagines, I promise you.

But for now I'm still recovering from the terrible disappointment of my exam results and I don't really feel like writing for other people. (I am so sorry, I know that's so selfish, but anything I'll come up with right now is going to be so shitty you'll hate me even more!) I'm still working on Robbers, my Louis fic which I posted the links to earlier. And...

I may or may not be working on a short smutty teacher-Louis AU to help you forgive me for leaving you for so long.

I love you all and again, I'm really sorry. <3

- Jay.

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HEY GUYS!

So, I started talking about a new fic I wanted to write a while back. Well here is the first chapter. I GIVE YOU ROBBERS!

You can find it on both wattpad and AO3!!

Please tell me what you think, it plays a great role in my level of motivation to keep writing.

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Here it issssssss! I hope you like it! I'm sorry it's so short, I still kinda think it's not the worst one I've written so... Tell me what you think!

- Jay.

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We had woken up at six that morning, but I wasn’t tired. I was way too excited for my body to take time to wake up. We had been planning this day for months and it was finally here, our big hike in the south of France.  Louis had heard from fans that the region of Ardèche was particularly beautiful and welcoming and, for some reason, he had developed an obsession with it. He had three days off from tour and had organized a little trip for just the two of us in the mountains of Molière’s native country. Never in my life had I ever wanted to visit this particular corner of the world, but he was really happy about it and we both knew that was one place where no one would come find us. We had slept in a small tavern and were now ready to climb those green mountains. He’d planned a whole circuit. We would be walking for two days and resting the last one.

He smiled widely when I joined him in the hall before we left. I said goodbye to the owner of the tavern and grabbed my backpack, smiling back at my boyfriend and following him onto the dirt road that lead us to a sparse forest that grew on the side of the mountain. Climbing up was hard, but Louis held my hand when I struggled. He spent the entire morning telling me about the tour, what I’d missed and how the boys were doing. At noon we stopped under an enormous tree to eat the sandwiches we’d prepared. We sat on its roots and talked some more. He was relaxed, never stopped smiling, and his eyes… Well his eyes shone again and that was the best thing ever. For months I’d felt him tense. He was moody, preoccupied all the time. I hadn’t seen him so happy for so long, that I felt like my heart could burst. Gone were the days when he’d sit on the couch and grumble all day, trying to write and ending up throwing sheets of paper across the room. The Louis I’d fallen in love with was back and it felt so good… Once again he shone like the sun, and nothing had ever felt better. The afternoon went just like the morning, we kept climbing up the mountain, stopped from time to time to sit and refresh. He kept kissing me, holding my hand and looking at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

We reached the summit in the evening, had diner as the sun came down and sat at the very top watching the sun set. When all was dark and the stars came out, we cuddled for hours whispering sweet nothings. For the first time in what felt like ages he told me he loved me and I believed him. We had brought a tent, which he had carried the whole day, but we didn’t set it out. We slept under the stars, wrapped up into one another. I think we both needed this trip to find ourselves again and be able to fully dive again into our relationship. This felt like a revival and I would forever be thankful for it.

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Hiiii Jay!!!! I was wondering if I could have a very nice sweet romantic romantic story with louis tomlinson? My name is kayla! Also if there could be cuddling somewhere in there?? Thank you!! :) ♥

As always, I am more than happy to oblige! And you can thank my best friend who's sitting right next to me for giving me the basic idea.

ok I'm starting now, don't know if i'll finish it tonight.

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HI GUYS! So I passed the written exams, which means I'm through to the oral exams in July. I'm sorry, it means it's not over yet. We've got a LOT of requests, which is great of course, but means we'll have a lot of work to do. that being said 73% of the requests are Kayla's Louis imagine formulated in 4 different ways ahahah! I suppose you'll allow me to write only one, dear? So I'll do that tonight. We've also got 1 Luke, 1 Harry and 2 Liams but I'm not sure I'll be able to do all of them right now. I'll do them eventually though, I promise. =D

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Told you I'd finish it before the end of the week! Do tell me what you think! Oh and tell me if there are any typos or things that are badly worded, there were a few times when I thought "is that really how you say this in English??"

- Jay.

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“I’ve got enough stew for a battalion, my mom made way too much,” I heard coming from Anna’s phone and rolled my eyes. I was supposed to spend the night in her dorm room, since we hadn’t seen each other in over a month, but she’d been on the phone with this guy for the past fifteen minutes, discussing some sort of project they had to do for one of their courses, and now if I understood well, he was inviting us for dinner. Of course, she accepted, and I let out a discreet sigh. Anna was my best friend and I adored her, but sometime I just wanted to have a movie night and to gossip, but she was simply unable to just stay in. So I put my shoes back on as I listened to her.

  “You’ll see, he’s great, you’ll love him.”

“Hmhm.”

“No really he’s like really adorable. He’s a great friend.”

“Alright, I believe you, I just… Didn’t feel like going out, I’m a bit tired.”

“Oh, it’s not out! He’s just in the dorm downstairs. We’ll just go eat and then we can come back to my room.”

  I nodded as she opened the door and we both stepped out. In less than two minutes we were knocking on this dude’s door. I had the hardest time refraining my smile from growing stupidly big when he finally opened the door. He was tall and skinny with big green eyes, untamed brown curls and a very shiny smile. He was so hot I could feel my retinas melting. His room was smaller than Anna’s but it was just as cozy. He only had one chair so Anna sat on it and he and I had to sit on his bed. That was not at all awkward. Well at least at first, I felt completely out of place. Anna and Harry talked about their project as he warmed up the stew his mom had made for him, and I just sat there, listening and not understanding, until he turned to me and asked what I did. So I explained that I studied in another university on the other side of the country, and couldn’t come back to see Anna very often, I told him what courses I took, and I was even surprised to hear myself talk about my passions. He looked at me with a wide smile, and really listened to every single word I said.

  It was so great! This dude I’d never even heard of was genuinely interested in whatever I had to say about a subject he knew nothing about. He could have just acted like he cared or vaguely listened just to be polite, but he didn’t. He listened, tried to understand, asked questions… He even tried to make a few jokes and his weird jokes were funny because they were so adorable. The stew was delicious, and we ate every single bit of it until our stomachs were about to explode. I’d eaten so much I even started feeling even more sleepy. I yawned as discreetly as possible, and following the conversation started to be more and more difficult…

  I don’t know how much time passed, but when I woke up, the room was dark and Anna was gone. I gasped so loudly in surprise that I woke up the person lying next to me.

  “What is it? What’s going on?!” he asked and I recognized Harry’s voice. Woah congratulations Lauren, you managed to not drink and still wake up in a dude’s bed with no idea of how you got there! He must have realized I was panicking because he turned the light on and grabbed my shoulders reassuringly.

  “You’re alright Lauren, you fell asleep and we didn’t manage to wake you up so Anna said she’d leave you here and I could just send you back up whenever you woke up.”

“You couldn’t wake me and you didn’t even think of calling an ambulance?!” was the only thing that I could think of.

“Well… Anna said it happened to you quite often…”

  Alright, perfect, now I’m the weirdo that passes out on random strangers’ beds!

  “I’m sorry.” I muttered as I got up and climbed over him to get out of the bed, but I bumped into the chair we’d let in the way, almost yelled in pain and fell back on the bed, making Harry laugh loudly and his laugh was so charming it soothed the pain instantly.

  “Stop it!” I said “You’re going to wake up the whole dorm!” and I pressed my hand on his mouth to shush him, but I couldn’t help but giggle a little, myself.

“Stop it yourself!” he laughed, grabbing me and pulling me back into bed with him. I stiffened for a second, wondering what he was doing exactly, but enjoying it nonetheless.

“Oh I’m sorry,” he said letting me go. “I just… I… Hum…” He frowned as he quickly searched for an excuse, and since he couldn’t find any, I took advantage of the situation and kissed him briefly. His frown disappeared and he just stared at me silently with a half smile and a questioning look in his eyes.

“Well, since I’m already in your bed, we might as well make the most of it, don’t you think?”

  He grinned and almost jumped on me, kissing me furiously. I would not have expected that of such an adorable bubbly dork as the Harry I’d met the previous night, but I certainly was not about to complain as I dove into the kiss enthusiastically. His lips were perfect, soft and warm and full, like a perfect mattress of flesh made to welcome mine. His fingers ran through my hair as I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. This moment felt so fantastic, I wanted to be able to remember it for ever. I grabbed one of his hands and lead him under my shirt up to my bra. I sighed when he grabbed it firmly.

  I had been single for almost two years now and I was NOT going to miss this opportunity. I stripped him off his clothes so fast he almost got third degree burns. His breathing was deep and irregular and I could feel his bulge grow against my thigh.

  “Soon as I saw you, I knew something had to happen…” he said and I giggled. I was way past any attempt at romance. I simply dived and shut him up with my lips pressed against his and my tongue dancing in his mouth. His hands didn’t seem to be able to get enough of roaming all over my body. Feeling his gigantic hands on me was better than drinking warm tea, sat at a window, wrapped up in my favorite sweater and listening to The Script on a rainy day. And I sure could not get enough of it either. Pretty soon we were both naked, me straddling him, him panting with arousal between my thighs. When I felt the time had come, I positioned myself correctly and lowered myself onto him with a loud moan. My hips moved without me having to even think about it. I think my body just took control and took what it needed. Gradually, Harry started moving with me and that was the best thing ever: the tips of his fingers digging into my hips, the sound of his heavy breathing, the drops of sweat rolling down my spine and the ones making his hair stick to his forehead, and this delicious warmth growing in my belly as I sighed and moaned, gripping onto his shoulders. I could see his jaw clenching in the dim light of the bedside lamp as he pushed his cock deeper into me, once, twice, a third time and I lost count. My head was spinning and I felt a bit dizzy. That’s when it happened. Oh I knew this feeling, but it had been so long, it felt even more magical. We came together, and I had to dig my nails into his shoulders and bite on my lower lip hard not to make too much noise.

  It took us some time to catch our breaths. I just lay on top of him and he held me tight against his hot sweaty body.

  “That was great.” He said. “We should do it again some time.”

“Yeah, we should.” I Said as I was starting to drift back to sleep.

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I’m going to make my imagines transparent from now on so it’s nicer for you guys ~Nat xx

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Ps my name is lauren

And I have the pleasure to announce you that you'll have a best friend called Anna especially for this imagine.

- Jay.

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Could I please have like a sexy harry imagine??? Idk my feels are mad bro, thank you!

And a sexy Harry imagine for table 4!

- Jay.

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GUYS!

I. Am. Back!

I'm still gonna have a few exams between now and the 4th of July, but it shouldn't be too much, and I've decided that since I never even wanted to be a teacher to begin with, I'm not gonna let it destroy my life and keep me from doing what I love which is writing. So here we go. I'll start again tonight WOOP WOOP!

ARE YOU EXCITED?? CAUSE I SURE AM!

- Jay.

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Hey everyone!

I'm so sorry, it seems we've momentarily abandoned the ship. I currently still have an awful lot of work to do (for example writing a report on students' motivation when I have absolutely no motivation myself, how ironic). So I simply don't have time. But don't fret, I will be back as soon as all this BS is over. We've got a whole bunch of requests in our inbox, I'll see with Phoebe what we're going to do about them, if we decide to keep them for later or just give up for now and ask you to come back later if you still want your imagines.

I'm truly sorry, I didn't think this academic year would be so unbearable.

Love you all so much, and I wish you a happy worker's day (that's what y'all call it, right?)

- Jay.

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Hogwarts au!

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I just found your account and it's official, I'm in loveeee!! your details make me crazy lol okay so I was wondering if I could get a personal imagine? something about me and harry on a rainy day sitting on his bed singing and writing songs together? :) wouldn't that be a dream oh my lord. not sure what you need to know about me, but my name is danielle (nice to meet you) and I'm about 5'7 and thin (like a flamingo baha) & I've got long wavy dark brown hair, pale skin, and green eyes. tysm, ily!

Woop forgot to post it! That was Danielle's request for the last imagine I posted. :)-Jay

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I hope you like it, I'm sorry it's quite short, I don't really have much time now, my terrible exams are next thursday and friday, and I'm getting really really stressed out.

- Jay.

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  It was 9 am when he walked into the room in his black sweatpants, the ones he wore to bed in the winter. Outside the thick mist made it impossible to even make out the neighbor’s house through the window. The rest of the house was almost as cold as the street, but the bedroom was a comfortable cocoon of warmth and love.  Silent. Peaceful. He carried a tray with a teapot, hot chocolate, croissants, and a white rose.

“Let’s stay in bed all day...” she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in the king sized bed.

“That was the plan.” He said with a cheeky grin as he sat next to her with the tray on his lap.

Those were his favorite moments. Not yet adjusted to the time difference, his head still full of memories from tour, he had gotten to sleep in his own bed, with the woman he loved, had woken up early and prepared breakfast. Now, he was going to spend the entire day with her. The house phone was disconnected, both their cells were turned off, and everyone knew they were not to be disturbed. This was their first Sunday, their special moment. When they finished their breakfast, they cuddled for a while. When he was on tour, they skyped each other almost every day, but they still had so many stories to tell now that he was back. She told him about the neighbors. How upset Mrs Miller was, now that her son had moved out, and the fact that Mr Jenkins had gotten his knee replaced and was so happy at the thought of being able to garden again soon. He just could not wait for the spring. Harry couldn’t stop smiling.

When noon came, they ordered pizza, and by the time the delivery guy arrived they had both grabbed a guitar. What started as a jamming session quickly turned into a writing session. They threw words in the air, words of love mostly, declaring how madly in love they were with one another and turning it into a poem which became a song with the guitars.

Those were the moments they felt closest. Cuddled up, scruffy and in their pajamas, laughing, whispering, kissing… They never wanted it to stop and it always ended up carrying on during the night.

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Do you write about a spacific person or can we request anything ? :)

You can request absolutely anything =)

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Voilà! I really hope you like it, please tell me what you think of it!

- Jay.

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London had been boiling for the past two days and everyone was a little bit on edge. No one here was used to such heat and as the thermometer kept going up, people started getting crazier and crazier in town. Piccadilly had become an actual circus and I couldn’t really stand it anymore. So I decided to head to a much calmer place. Hampstead wouldn’t be so crowded since it was so far away from the city center and not so much a touristic attraction. I’d grab a cool smoothie and go to Keats house, sit in the garden and read a little. I sat in the tube for a good half an hour, thinking I was going to melt to death, and when I finally emerged I thanked the gods of transportation for letting me out alive. As I left the station, I went straight down to Starbucks and got myself a strawberry and lime smoothie. I wasn’t too sure which way to go after that to get to Keats House, so when I walked out, I took my phone out of my pocket to quickly check the map. But googling the location of a romantic poet’s house and walking clearly don’t match, and as I was about to get my answer I violently bumped into someone, getting three quarters of my drink spilled on my shirt. I yelled because it was so cold, and my shirt was destroyed. But as the surprise faded away, I realized he was yelling as well!

  “Couldn’t you be a bit more careful, really?! Look at that! There’s… What even IS that fucking pink liquid all over my shoes?! MY TOES ARE FREEZING!”

  His blue eyes were shooting lightning bolts and for a second I was unable to move. I just stood there, staring at him with frozen boobs and my mouth wide open. He was still rambling about how he loved those shoes, and he had no time to go back home and change, and really this day was just shit from the beginning, and then he looked at me and everything stopped. We admired each other’s face in silence for a good twenty seconds before I finally stuttered out a timid “I… I’m sorry.” He chuckled and shook his head before raising his hand and running his fingers through his long hair. “No, it’s…  It’s nothing, really, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, after all I spilled your drink. Here, let me buy you another one, okay?”

  I agreed, of course, and we got back inside to get a second strawberry and lime smoothie. Whatever was that urgent thing he had no time to go and change for, I will probably never know, because he did nothing of what he had planned that day. We both went to Keats house, sat on a bench under the trees drank my smoothie and talked. His name was Louis, he was nineteen and a singer. He refused to tell me more about his singing activity, but he did say that he had a gazillion siblings whom he loved endlessly, and his passion was football. I told him all about me as well. Really we just sat there all afternoon blabbering about everything we could think about just to have an excuse to stay together. When night fell and we had to leave, he brought me to a bar, then a restaurant, after which we walked around town most of the night to get back to my place. I did not invite him in. After all, I barely knew him, even though it felt like I’d known him forever. But I did get his phone number and the promise that we would see each other again very soon. And we did. Every single day for the past three years.