#jason mccann imagines

[itsparanoiaa]

no bc why is there no more new jason mccann imagines ?! i hate life ?!?

anyways

i made a jason mccann character ai bot bc i got sad

[augustconversations]

Annoying Bieber

“Annoying Bieber.” Originally written: Sometime in 2018 <3 Transferred from 825th.tumblr.com (deleted account)  How can Y/n write about a love that she doesn’t believe exists in today’s world without sounding too pretentious; without sounding like she’s trying too hard to know what Romeo and Juliet went through? Why can’t she just know? Why hadn’t she fallen in love yet? At least, a little bit; a fraction of what Juliet felt for Romeo. A fraction is good, because being all the way in love like they were resulted in their deaths. They were too young to die. She’s too young to die.

But, of course, she doesn’t want anyone hanging over her. Or being jealous. Or wanting to know where she is at all times of the day. But she does want flowers. Marigolds wrapped in crisp newspaper, to be exact. And maybe sometimes hold hands? Only when it’s cold, though. And the borrowing of his sweatshirt that smelled like cologne. That could be nice.  

“Romeo and Juliet. A classic.” A familiar stature molded her peripheral, his blond hair catching the light of the dimly lit library. Justin sat down in front of her and leaned his back against the fantasy section. His legs nearly wrapped themselves into hers. “I know all about those guys.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, but didn’t look up.

“Who doesn’t? The whole Montagues hating the Capulets. Romeo and Juliet being from either family and falling in love with each other. The families forbidding it. Them dying. It’s a classic.”

“A boring classic.”

“It’s alright, I guess. Why’re you reading it?”

“It’s for my English class. I have to write a paper about love.”

He sported a smirk that she missed. “Ooh, love, my favorite subject.” 

“Oh, I know, Mr. I-can-have-any-girl-I-desire.”  

“Well, not any girl…”  

She looked up then, and caught the glimmer in his eyes. His smirk trampled into a boyish grin. He’s failed time and time again when asking her out. His charming words were enticing, and the romantic gestures were convincing, but they were no match for the wall she put around herself.  

“Well,” she closed the book, “almost any girl.” She placed it inside her bookbag and got up, walking toward the entrance. He was hot on her tail.  

“How come every time I come around you suddenly have to leave?”  

“It’s your bad timing,” she said. “I’ve been at the library since five.”  

Darkness waged over the campus, street lamps lighting their path. She tightened her sweater around her as the wind blew, rustling the bare trees.  

“Since five? It’s almost ten."  

"Ooh, look at you. You can tell time.”  

“Oh, ha-ha. I’m just saying that you’ve really been in the library for five hours? I didn’t see any essay you were writing.”  

“Well, right now I’m just studying romance.”  

“You can’t study romance,” he spoke incredulously. “At least, not theirs.”  

“Why not? They were in love.”  

“They were psychopaths.”  

“Well, wouldn’t you be a psychopath too if you were in love?”  

“Maybe so,” he said, and grabbed the base of his chin. “But, what I’m saying is, how can you study romance? Like, dying. How can you write a paper on what it feels like to die if you never experienced it?”

“Well, that’s kind of far-fetched. No one can write about how it feels to die. Anyone can write about love – wing it, at least. Like when lonely people write romance novels.”  

“But, it’s not real. It’s not authentic.”  

“And what’s real nowadays, anyway?” She looked at him and he looked at her. “What do you know about love?”  

“Enough.”  

“Enough? You’ve been in love before?”  

“Once.”  

“Really? How was it?”  

“I’ll be glad to share that with you over hot chocolate and scones.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Justin, no.”  

“Why not? Why don’t you wanna go on a date with me? An eligible bachelor?”  

“First, you’re too eligible. How many girls did I see you with last semester?”  

“Why? Were you jealous?” he grinned, closing in on her face. “Jealous girls are kind of hot.”  

“And so is your breath,” she laughed, and pushed him sideways. “Get away."

They came up on the sidewalk where the intersection was. Not many cars passed, but those that did left a bitter wind in its wake. Y/n squinted her eyes. "Okay, I’ll guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

"You live three blocks down. I am not going to let you walk by yourself.”

“I think I can handle myself, Justin.”  

“Something bad can happen to you.”  

“I’ve been walking myself home the entire four years I’ve been in college. If something bad were to happen to me, don’t you think it would’ve already happened?”  

“Awful occurrences don’t have a time stamp.”  

“Justin—”

“I’m not leaving you.”  

She sighed. “You are one persistent person.” They walked when the little man on the traffic screen turned green. “Why do you bother me, anyway? Am I some kind of challenge for you?”  

“Remember when we first encountered each other? It was at the museum in George Town. You were looking at a sculpture and I came up beside you. I talked a little about the art, but I didn’t really care for it. It was all so boring to me. What made it exciting was the pretty girl in the Ugg boots.”  

“Yup, I remember precisely. The whole ‘what’s your name, beautiful?’ line you pulled on me.”  

“And you know what you said?”  

“Not available.”

“To be honest, I was shocked,” he smiled. “I didn’t expect to be dissed. I thought you were gonna be like the other girls. Blush, and do that giggle. But, I was like, ’ooh, this girl is feisty, I got to get to know her’.”

“So, what’s your whole goal here? Bothering me like you do?”  

“Well, to get you to go on a date with me. But, in the process we’ve kind of became friends.”  

She cocked an eyebrow. “Friends? Who said we were friends?”  

“It’s kind of one of those unspoken things. I just know that even though I get on your nerves, which I love doing, you don’t think I’m terrible.”

“You are incredibly annoying.”  

He wrapped both his arms around her, and kissed her several times on her forehead. “Girl, you know you love me. Here, let me take this.”  

She tightened her grip on her bookbag. “I got it, Justin.”  

“Listen, you wanna learn about romance? Let me be romantic.”  

She didn’t want to argue, so she gave it to him. He threw it over his shoulder and put his arm back around her. She shoved him away.  

“You’re not my boyfriend.”  

“I can be your boyfriend. Your prince charming. Your lover. Your best friend. Your first love,” he trailed off. She shoved him away again. “I can be anything you want me to be, baby!”  

“Shush, you’re too loud. You’re going to wake the neighbors.”  

“I don’t care! I want them to know I want to be your man!”

“Justin, please be quiet.” She pressed her hand over his mouth, and he kissed the pads of her fingers. "This is the annoying thing I was talking about.” 

"I’m sorry. I just like you so much.” “You’re a problem.”  

“I’m your problem.”  

“Enough with the cheesiness, already. Actually, you know what? I’m starting to think that you’re not charming at all. You’re just cheesy.”  

“I act this way because it makes you laugh, and I love seeing your smile. But, if you want me to be some Casanova, then I’ll be that.”  

“No, please no.”  

“I don’t understand why you won’t give me a chance. I can treat you so right. I’ll always be sweet and loving and kind. I’ll be attentive and buy you things. I’ll protect you and always will be there for you. You can be the jelly to my peanut butter; the pumpkin to my pie. And I’ll make out with you like there’s no tomorrow because you have some nice, full lips—”

“Justin"—they stopped in front of her town home. Her mother had Christmas lights wrapped around the railings of their small, concrete staircase—"You’re just not my type. Sorry.”  

“I don’t believe you.”

“You should.”

He squinted, and walked closer.

“See,” she said. “You don’t make me nervous, you don’t cause my heart to race—” He slid his hands across her waist. A sensation kissed her sides and made the tips of her fingers tingle. She bit down on her tongue and found the courage to push him away again. “And you definitely don’t cause butterflies in my stomach.”  

“Really? Because you tensed.”  

“I felt threatened.”  

“You felt something, alright.”  

She scoffed. “Just give me my bookbag.”  

“I will, but you have to promise me we can hang out tomorrow.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“I don’t have classes tomorrow,” he challenged. “I can do this all night long.”  “Why are you so stubborn?”

“I can ask you the same question.”  

“Maybe I just really don’t want to go on a date with you. Not every single girl wants to jump on the Justin train. Besides, you’re a heart breaker.”  

“Am not.”  

“Are to. You made Karen cry.”  

“It’s not my fault that she took my kindness as flirtation. Flirting is what I’m doing with you. You know, working my magic—”  

She snorted. “What magic?”  

“—with Karen, I made conversation like: 'hey, how are you?’, 'you look nice today’,” he continued as if she didn’t interrupt him, “not ’you can get your bookbag back once you promise to go on a date with me’.”

“Karen really liked you, you know?”  

“I’ve apologized. But, honestly, I’m not obligated to show my affections to someone just because they have a crush.”  

She got closer to him and snatched her bookbag away. “Exactly.”  

He folded his arm around her back and held her tight against him. “But, you like me back.”  

“I do not.”

“I can see it in your eyes.”  

She laughed heartily. “You’re delusional.”  

“I’m gonna get that date. I guarantee it.” Then he kissed her on the forehead and he let her go.  

She opened the door to her home. “Never gonna happen.” The warm air floated past her head, tickling her ears. “Goodnight, Justin.”  

“Goodnight, Princess. See you tomorrow.”  

“And Justin?”  

“Yeah?”  

“Quit kissing me.” She rolled her eyes again and closed the door behind her. “So annoying.” 

[jujubieberbae]

Missin You Pt 2

Its been a damn while. Whoops? But I hope this is good enough. It’s long so I hope this makes up for the fact that I might not update for a while..... Im a terrible person.

Read part one here!

Dinner at mamaw’s was always a cherishable moment for me as a small child. It was one of the only times the whole family managed to sit together and enjoy each others company without the constant chaos and hassle of the farm outside. 

Mamaw was a sweet woman, always giving and never taking. Kind and forgiving. She took care of those close to her, family or not, for her motto was blood is thicker then water but ice is solid.

Everyone that she payed was invited to join the family for dinner so family dinner night was always a feast with a standard party that consisted of over 30 people.

Though as the saying went, there was a first for everything. And tonight  was the first time I had ever dreaded family dinner night. Everyone was rumoured to be there in celebration of our arrival. Or so as said. 

Uncles, aunts, cousins and family friends all alike, to sit around a table built for 12 enjoying a Delicious home made meal stirred up by my grandmother. It sounds like a good time, but times have changed.

I no longer was the little girl with a missing tooth and fuzzy pig tails, nor the girl who lived in overalls and knew of no other hair style but a plat. I wasn’t the girl who sang with my grandmother every other night. And I wasn’t the girl that was avidly obsessed with the thought of being with her best friend. 

That best friend being the certain someone I was trying so desperately to avoid.

No. Instead, I was the new and upgraded Y/N. I had moved to the city away from my traditional family and into the heart of modern society. Where drugs, alcohol and sex was as traditional as anyone would get. 

Of course I hadn’t fallen into the world of alcoholism and partying every night with a blunt in hand, only to wake up in an unknown bed by morning, but I had to admit I had slept around a bit. I was in no ways innocent.

But down here was a living and breathing reminder of all and everything innocent about Y/N L/N. So dreading this dinner was an understatement. I was dreading this entire trip.

“Y/N?”

Head whipping to the side, a head full of hair following, I was met with non other then my grandmother herself, peering through the door of my old bedroom with furrowed eyebrows.

“Mamaw?” 

The sight of me decent was enough for her to walk in comfortably, her face stressed and mouth pulled into a sad frown, her accent thick as she spoke. “Why’re you so quiet. You usually love to visit your mamaw. Something wrong?” 

The shake of my head was my only answer. I was already sick of being here, home was the one place on my mind. 

My short and unusual answer left the woman pursing her lips in conflict, and after a harsh second she found it best to let it go for now and just inform me that dinner was ready and everyone was waiting. 

So together we descended down the old time creaky stairs into the kitchen where in fact everyone was waiting. And I mean everyone.  

A room full of heads snapping over to glare at me had my face red and blood boiling. All faces of the past, people I hadn’t seen in over three years. People I once upon a time was so close with were now nothing more then just another relative of family friend.

Awkwardly, I glanced across the room, All the seats surrounding the table were occupied expect one spot I assumes to be mamaws while everyone else stood around the table with plates of half eaten food in their hands. Guess I’m late to the party.

Then suddenly a pair of eyes caught mine.

Those golden brown pools of honey that I never failed to make my heart thud just a beat faster, even years later. He stood to the left with a plate of mamaws chicken in his now muscular hand. Last time I saw him he was nothing more then a lanky teddy bear.

It was a solid minute of silent eye contact between us which had not been left unseen by my family members, but they didn’t interfere. They knew about our lost feelings that were once a dazing fire between us. I could only imagine what was running through their heads at that moment. Probably all pitiful for Justin and disapproving towards me for doing him dirty like I did.

But to my surprise Justin smiled. He smiled… at me. Not a fake smile. Not a ‘well fuck you’ smile. A genuine smile. One that would have women shaking at the knees and begging him to take them to bed right this instant.

And I couldn’t help but smile back. It was a subconscious reaction, one that I didn’t control but just kind of happened. I honestly missed being around him as much as I wanted to forget my old life but no matter what it didn’t matter anyways because when my eyes trailed just slightly to his right my smile had turned into a long frown.

Besides him was the girl from earlier. Her name still unknown but her innocent country beauty not left unseen. It was no debate that I had change immens. I was not that innocent beauty anymore. I was now that sinful sexy you saw all around california. Crop tops and booty shorts were my go-to, beach waves my best friends. No more overalls and plats. That girl was gone. 

I doubt Justin would like me now. It was obvious he was one for innocence. He liked me when I was innocent and now it was obvious he had eyes for her. She was innocent and always on his arm, not to mention the glares she was constantly throwing me. What more could say ‘he’s my boyfriend back off’?

Taking a sharp right away from the boy I felt for and the girl who was unknown, I was met with non other then my uncle Jim himself, an extended hand of a full plate for me to take ready, his usual white smile set in his face. “Just the way you like it.” He said. “Glad to have you back.”

My lips pursued into a tight smile and all I could do was nod my head in response. Couldn’t exactly say the same, I thought.

Dinner went on in a consistent chatter. It seemed everyone had someone to converse with but me. I stood quietly to the side picking at my chicken with the one hand not holding up the plate. The only conversation I had was the occasional welcome back from an old relative.

The whole of dinner was really none other then a blur. The only thing I remember really was short conversations and the occasional glance over at Justin. The plane ride here had me jet lagged beyond belief and my head was thudding in pain from the constant clatter of noise from around. If home wasn’t an option then bed certainly was the next best thing.

My stomach for unknown reasons was becoming rather queasy and this food was beginning to look less and less appetising. And my face must have caught manses attention because a second later she was asking me if I was okay.

”Mamaw I’m not feeling to hot. I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

”Is there anything I can do?” She had asked but I shook my head no.

”No I think I just need to lie down.” Was my response.

After that mamaw nodded and I was off to bed, under the memorable pink covers in less then a minute flat.

For almost thirty minutes I lay awake, listening to the last member of the dinner party leave and everyone else turn in for the night. The silence was daunting in comparison to the usual hustle of Cali but in a way it was a nice change.

Though the silence wasn’t long lasting. Footsteps, quiet but noticeable were slowly but surely approaching with every passing second I lay awake. For a minute I thought maybe it was mamaw passing towards her room but when the sound stopped right in front of my door, I was shocked to have seen it open to none other then Justin.

I decided not to say anything, but instead just turn from my back to my side away from him. By the silence of the room, I knew he was still and he was still for a good few moments, all until the creek of the floorboards signified that he was moving closer.

The bed besides me sunk under his weight as he noticeably sat but the absence of his eyes had me realizing that he wasn’t looking at me at all.

It took a while but my curiosity got the best of me and soon I couldn’t help myself as I spun on my back to face the man.

He made no attempt to turn or even acknowledge my recent movement, instead choosing to continue staring at the floor in front of him. So in turn I sat up, sighing as I directed my eyes to look in front of me as well.

And finally I spoke, still not making any eye contact. “Justin....?” The absence of a response left me sighing. “I know your mad.-”

“Mad?” His voice was low and slightly amused, but he still faced the front of him giving me no indication of how his face must have looked. “That’s not what I am.”

I paused, leaving a lingering silence between us for a bit. “Then what are you? Huh, Justin? Because I doubt you’d be anything but so.”

He was unresponsive.

“No matter how much you smile at me and no matter how happy you sound when you speak, I know you still hate me for leaving......” I waited for a reply, but still nothing. “Mamaw would always call me and tell me how mad you were after I left. I felt guilty but....”

“You should have called.”

“I know I should have called but I couldn't.”

Justin suddenly spun in his position one foot hiked up onto the bed. The sudden movement left my head shooting back to look at him and now we were making eye contact. 

He didn’t seem mad, his face was calm though the undertone of his expression was easily recognized as annoyance. Guess he still thought about this from time to time.

“And why is that? Cause you were too busy living your best life?!” 

“Because I was too pussy to!” 

Justin shut his mouth at that, looking on with slightly enraged eyes, but he didn't stop me when I continued to speak. 

“I’m not in denial Justin, I know what I was. I was a pussy, too scared to call you because I knew at the time that if I'd heard your voice, I would have come back. By the time I was settled and comfortable in the city I knew It was too late to call.” 

“So you decided to leave me wondering what happened to you after all these years?”

“I decided to spare you the heart ache.” No response, so I continued. “We had something Justin. . . I didn’t want you to remember me as the one that got away. I would have rathered it be my fault because I knew you. You would have blamed yourself for letting me leave.”

There was once again nothing from Justin for a few seconds before he chose to speak up. “Well guess you didn’t know me well enough to realize that I probably still would have blamed myself, thinking you left because of me. “

My face fell, a hand reaching out for him before realizing what I was doing and backing down. “Justin? Did you really feel that way?” 

He shrugged, shuffling back on the bed slightly. “For a bit. Yeah.”

“I-Im sorry...”

“Don’t apologize. Seriously, I don’t want your pity.”

I shook my head with a sigh. “It’s not pity. It’s genuine. Besides, its not like you'd care anyways.”

Justin seemed confused by my sudden answer, shifting in his position to face me better. “What are you talking about.” 

I looked up. “You have a girl now Justin, why would you care about what happened 3 years ago?”

Justin chuckled slightly, leaning back in his seat to stare me down better. “You mean Skylar? She’s cool and all but she’s not my girlfriend.”

“So a side chick?” I jokingly added.

Clearly picking up my playful tone, Justin chuckled also, shaking his head at my humor. “No Y/N, not a side chick. A friend. A good one.” 

“Which is code for unofficial girlfriend.”

“No, which means nothing but a good friend. Your grandma hired her after you left in order to look after Jigsaw and we got along. And before you start rambling about how you can read people and how you figured it out, yes I know she likes me, I’m not oblivious. But I just don’t return those feelings.”

Although It shouldn’t have been, hearing those words was like an odd relief off my shoulders. But I hid it well, only nodding along to his explanation. 

“But why not? She’s nice, pretty... innocent.”

Justin smirked, “You have a life now Y/N, why would you care about my love life?”

Clearly mocking my previous words, I shook my head, slowly becoming more and more tired as this conversation went on. But I stood my ground and answered his obviously rhetorical question. “Not for selfish reasons, but because I do still care about you JB. You deserve to be happy.”

But the next words he mumbled was the obvious line for both of us. “You made me happy.”

None of us looked at each other after that. We both knew this conversation alone was already a step too far for our broken relationship and that last sentence was the end of what seemed to be an emotional discussion.  

After that it was like the other wasn't even in the room anymore. 

I shuffled forward and lay back down in my bed, turning my back away from him, suddenly becoming unexpectedly emotional after feeling a few odd tears surfacing the tips of my eyes. 

Justin was hesitant in his actions but stood from his seat and made his way over to the door without another word to be said. It wasn’t until he so unexpectedly spoke up that I let a few tears fall. 

“Good night Y/N” 

And then the creek of the door and the light of the hallway were gone as the door shut behind the one man who I ever treated fell for.

[dejavudrew-blog]

9. “and you never thought to tell me?” *

A strange feeling of homesickness bubbled inside of you as you glanced around at all of the foreign bodies. Obviously, it had been awhile since you’d been home or seen any of your family. You had been noticing more and more that all of the things you used to complain about before you had left home were making you restless in their absence. This trip was supposed to distract you from everything: your family, college, work. Those had been the rules. He knew you would break them, that’s what you did; you thought until you couldn’t think anymore and then you still did. The only time you were ever not thinking was when he was ravishing you, making you come. So that was his main duty over the duration of your trip; he had done a great job, you had to admit.

It was the last day of your vacation and, like every night, everyone was celebrating; what they were so happy about you would never know. Of course, you were happy, and you tried to convince yourself of that; but the truth is most of the time you weren’t and you couldn’t make yourself be happy. You also tried to convince yourself that you were an amazing actress and that Jason didn’t know you were unhappy. As he watched you from the other side of the room, he couldn’t deny it though, you weren’t having any fun. 

A woman clad in nothing but quaint underwear and fairy lights approached you with a sympathetic smile on her face. In that moment you hoped that she wasn’t going to offer you weak ass girl talk, what you really wanted was a lap dance. What you really wanted was to fuck her. What you really wanted was to be able to go back to your parents and tell them you weren’t confused and give them proof. What you wanted was to not feel so ashamed in the first place, like you had something to prove. 

“You here all alone?” She wondered, looking up towards the bar where her boss must be before nodding (an action she had tried to make subtle) and sitting down next to you. Her scent washed over you as she leaned toward you and started playing with your hair, “I mean, you’re gorgeous, you haven’t gotten picked up yet?”

“I’m here with someone,” you told her. You didn’t know why but you wanted to tell her you were alone. Would the result be different? It wasn’t as if she wanted to date you anyway. You looked up and over the crowd for the last place you saw Jason before you told him you were going to dance in order to escape and find a place to sit. His intrigued eyes watched as the stripper flirted with you even as you gestured over to him, “That’s my boyfriend, Jason.” To her, he held up a hundred dollar bill, completely speaking her language. She began to get up to walk over to him except he gestured for her to sit and began making his way over to you two.

“And what’s your name?” Despite the fact that she was just about to leave when simply shown money, you still believed she was actually interested. She put on a good act; even better if your boyfriend has good money. You told her your name and asked for hers just as Jason was arriving within hearing distance, “I’m Salice.” You knew that wasn’t her real name and couldn’t help but admire the secrecy of it all. Nobody knew her real identity, she would take off the lights and go home and be a different person, anyone she wanted to be. “So, I think we should go somewhere a little more private.” 

In your head, you could hear the record scratch. She ruined it. Your boyfriend never allowed for strippers to take advantage of him and taking people to the “private rooms” was how they did it. Lap dances were three times as much as they were in the front of the club back there. But when you looked up at him, he was nodding, looking at you, “I was thinking the same thing.” Jason offered her a hand which she eagerly took but when she was standing, he turned her toward you, “As long as you’re cool with focusing on her.”

He’d never done this before and you couldn’t imagine why he was doing in now. Many times before, you had had the talk about how little he liked to share and you had never even thought anything like this would be a thought in his mind. Yet here he was, handing her a couple bills as she took your hand, placing it on her exposed collarbone and up over her shoulder. Salice began leading you away from the party and you could see her smile excitedly at one of the bartenders. You looked over your shoulder at Jason who was, thankfully, following behind you both. He smiled at you, grabbing your ass under your satin dress.

She guided you down a long hallway, her fairy lights blinking like an airport runway, leading the way. At the end of the hallway was a door identical to all of the others, this one must be “hers”, you thought as she pulled a key out of her bra and opened the door. The room was just like a bigger version of the booth Jason had been sitting in before. Salice pulled you over to the right side of the room and finally let go of you so you could sit down. You watched as Jason sat across from you, bringing his feet up to the table in the middle of the room. He smiled vaguely at you, not giving away any of his motives. The both of you nodded as Salice told you she was going to go turn on some music and you rushed over to stand in front of your boyfriend. “What the fuck is this, Jason?”

“You give me so little credit for knowing you, Y/N,” he took your hand, intertwining your fingers, “Now I know why you wanted to escape your family so bad. You’re bisexual aren’t you?” 

You shook your head but before he could say anything, his wide eyes full of apologies, you revealed the actual cause of your anguish, “I’m pansexual.” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed but before he could ask the godforsaken question, a Rihanna song started playing from the huge speakers and Salice was coming back over to you asking if you were ready. You nodded but sat next to Jason. He moved away from you slightly which made your head snap over, terrified that he was moving away because of your confession. His eyes stayed on yours, though, and he had the same amount of excitement in them as before, the same amount of love. He held your hand as Salice began. 

She had removed the lights, leaving her only in her skimpy red two-piece lingerie set as she brought her round ass down onto your lap. Your legs were together, guarded, symbolizing how tense you felt inside. A gasp left your lips as your boyfriend reached over and pulled your legs apart by your thigh, the action causing her butt to slip into the crevis between your thighs. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. It only stayed there for a couple moments before Jason reached over yet again, this time pulling your lip free and then pressing his against it. 

You attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but only the one closest to him could make it as the other got caught around Salice’s waist as she continued to knead her ass against you. She took your hand, rubbing it down her incredibly smooth leg just as Jason’s tongue entered your mouth, caressing yours. You were intoxicated by the affection from both of them, overwhelmed almost; you pulled your lips away from Jason’s but he moved them almost instantly to your neck. She ran your hand from her kneecap up over her clothed pubic area and stomach before standing up and turning around. Both you and your boyfriend watched as she climbed onto your lap. 

One of her hands cupped your breast over your thin satin dress you, thankfully, didn’t need to wear a bra with; her other hand ran through Jason’s brown hair. You let her touch him for about three seconds before snatching her hand away from him to which he simply chuckled at the display of jealousy. Suddenly, Jason stood up and whispered something softly into the stripper’s ear. They talked back and forth quietly for a moment while she remained on your lap facing toward you, sure to keep their voices lower than the music; then she stood up and began to leave the room, grabbing a robe on the way out. 

You were left alone on the firm cushioned bench as Jason walked over to the high tech stereo and lowered the music to background noise. When he returned, he sat next to you before pulling you onto his lap in the same position Salice had been to you not minutes before: straddling him. You didn’t move as he brought his hand up to the side of your face, content yet reserved. Finally, he spoke, “So, you’re not straight. And you never thought to tell me?” You knew this question would come but you hadn’t expected it first; you were at a loss for words. “Look, I get that it’s hard, baby, but I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do, it’s just...” he waited patiently for the words to come to you, “It’s just hard to explain and I knew you wouldn’t understand. I also didn’t want you to ask if we could have a threesome or an orgy or something stupid like that because I would have to break up with you on the spot. And I didn’t want you to worry any more than I know you already do about other people taking me from you. Plus, I just didn’t know what to say.”

“Mm, well right now, I’ll tell you what to say,” Jason said, he paused for a moment before pushing you suddenly onto your back against the bench, “Nothing,” he finished as he knelt on the ground and pulled you to the edge. He was taking this better than you had thought he would. “If you make one fucking sound I’ll stop, got it?” He didn’t even see you eagerly nodding before your legs were apart and he was ripping off your soaking panties. His mouth connected with you as soon as it could. 

Your jaw ached with the amount of pressure needed to keep you from moaning continuously as Jason nursed your clit harshly. He wasn’t going easy on you because he was hurt by your action, but he understood or else he wouldn’t be here at all. You knew he wasn’t kidding about stopping, though, if you made a noise; his tongue ran rapidly up and down your soaking center in an attempt to make you slip up. The whole time, you panted, shook, clenched, but you made not one noise even as you came. 

“Good girl,” he waited not a second to flip you over and enter you from behind, holding onto your hips as his thrusts became harsher and harsher against you. Your skin was stinging with the impact. “Now I want you to tell me you’re pansexual how you should have months ago. I want a full speech and explanation and you’re not allowed to come again until I’m satisfied. Got it?” He didn’t allow you to answer before slapping your ass (a sensation that simply mixed with the other stinging pain you were feeling right now) and demanded that you begin. 

“J-Jason,” you choked out, moaning slightly before readjusting yourself and continuing, “I-I know you might not quite... might not quite get it but I’m- pansexual.” He was going much slower now, hitting better angles with more calculated, precise strokes. Somehow it was harder this way. “It means th-that I like people for their- their personality and not their g-gender,” you were cut off by a moan once again, pushing yourself up onto your hands to which he instantly pushed you back down. “My... my parents refuse to understand I just... I just didn’t want you to not get it,” you yelled out slightly, biting your lip, “Can I come yet?”

“Not yet,” Jason grunted, bringing his hand down on your ass roughly. There would surely be a handprint there later but the effect had you clenching around him in arousal, “Tell me everything you did wrong.”

“I-I kept something from you...” you paused, letting amorous noises leave you uncontrollably as you climbed closer and closer to orgasm. He pushed the material of your dress up even higher, the satin feel on your skin making your mouth water. Jason slapped your ass again to prompt you to continue but you were at a loss, not sure what else there could be. “And- and... and I don’t know what else is there is, Jay.”

“Don’t forget,” he forced out through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming incredibly brutal, “That you didn’t trust me.” You were immediately brought out of your cloud of arousal and you got up on your hands again, turning around before he could push you back down again. Sitting on the bench, you ignored the sticky dampness on your backside and looked up at him. He was fuming, hands clenched at his side and you weren’t sure if he was more angry that he hadn’t gotten to come or that he thought you didn’t trust him. 

“Hey,” you said softly, taking one of his clenched hand in both of yours, “I trust you, of course, I trust you. This just isn’t something that a lot of people understand and... I guess I didn’t want to hear one of the typical responses that people give. The jokes are just... awful. And I’ve heard them all, I was just worried that you wouldn’t know what to say.”

He didn’t say anything, pulling his pants back up to recover himself before sitting next to you. “I would need for you to explain it, I guess, but... y’know I love you I wouldn’t have said anything stupid because I love you. Don’t you know that?”

“I do now, and I’m sorry,” you rubbed your hand over his thigh gently, trailing over the tent in his pants as slowly as humanly possible. You squeezed him tightly, “Can I show you how sorry I am?”

“If you didn’t ask, I was gonna show you how sorry you should be,” he told you, grabbing your chin and pressing your lips together again. 

[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.

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Fake Text: 'Friends' 

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Request: 'Can you do a fake text or imagine where "friends" comes out and jay is to excited. y/n hasn't heard it - jay wants to see her reaction. they listen to it together and y/n pranks and tell that she doesn't like it or something like that. ❤️’

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10.30am | Obssesion: Jason Mccann

Monday morning. 10.30am. It was a rainy day, first one in a while. The temperature gladly was above zero, however the heavy wind did its job with making everyone shake a little as soon as they left their houshoulds. I did not particularly like the area here, but I guessed that the college around the corner was good and the high street had some good shops and fastfood, so it was very attractive for students. I wasn’t here to enjoy the location anyway, I was here for her, so the place did not matter as much, I shouldn’t even bother thinking about that.

This was the fourth first day of the week that I have spent on watching her. Crazy. I know.

Is it rude to call Y/N ‘her’? I mean, yeah, I know her name, but I don’t actually know her. I feel like this is just weird, names and nicknames are some kind of personal, I guess. I aim to be familiar to her, but until she introduce herself properly to me, I feel like ‘her’ will do me fine. Just for now, through. It’s still rude and I feel as I’m disrespecting her in some way, so as soon as I have a chance to meet her-…fuck, did that again. Okay, as soon as we meet I will control the use of this word. For now on, it stays.

There she was. Walking down the road with her earphones in, while carrying a small, black bag that I got so used to, I would probably freak out if she had something else on her.

She looked beautiful.

I loved the way she effortlessly looked so perfect, so flawless. Day by day. She never wore any make-up. Not that I can recall. I have seen her wear make up a few times on weekend, but I guess that is normal for girls. She still looked gorgeous with it all, she looked hella sexy. But, I got so used to her face being bare naked, with no extras on it; it was beautiful this way. I enjoyed it. She did not need to cover up at all. I found some of her flaws just ideal, it was almost like she had not a single thing that I hated upon her.

Sometime I really got worried for her, you know? As I was observing her, (because, ‘stalking’ does not seem very good and my attentions were good…partly) I came to realisation that she is absolutely clueless that someone is right behind her every day for a month now.

Ah, exactly a month today. Feels like our anniversary.

Anyways, she should be more wary. World is full of crazy people, I am a great example. I suppose that she is really safe at all time, because whenever I can I am truly around her, but what if she needed assistance and no one was there? Exactly, nothing. I refuse to believe that this little, vulnerable body would be able to provide a good quality self defence. Plus, she always looked lost in her mind and the earphones blocked all the sounds surrounding her. The car could be coming down her way and she wouldn’t even know. Sight, I really hope I am just over exaggerating.

Here I was now, walking behind her and making sure that she can safely get to college. I mean, I know she can, she is pretty much an adult, but I believe that she does need company or more of a guide. Like I have mentioned before, she is so little. So small and tiny. So cute and adorable. So innocent. And so fucking mine. She is and that is it.

It is Monday. I had to repeat those words to myself in my head to stop my body from stoping her, introducing me and trying to get to know her. This is hard. So fucking hard. I just wanna get with her so bloody much. I need to finally be around her, but I promised myself that I will wait till Friday before ‘accidentally’ bumping into her. Ah, that is four more days. Maybe even five if we will count today. Shit, that is a long ass time. Fuck.

I am now slowly following her into one of those super markets. If she won’t pick her usual salmon sandwich with can of coke and a chocolate bar I will be damned…Yeah, she did that just now. Honestly, why the fuck would you eat the same shit every day? Ain’t life too monotonous anyway? I mean, you do you, Y/N.

That’s the right time to go now. Tyler, her best friend is here and…That is actually weird, thought he starts later today? Shit, why would he come earlier? Just to see her? He better not. He better not be fucking early here for her, that will make me think some shit about him that he won’t like. Fuck. I don’t want to have to put my bullets straight through his fucking head or smash himself on the fucking wall until his eyes fucking pop up.

Jesus, Jason. Stop. He likes men. You know he likes men. Relax.

Yeah, anyways, (again…I need to have more control over my emotions, I already exploded few times and it is only Monday morning) Tyler has seen me more than once, which means he cannot think any suspicious things of me if we ever properly meet. I need to realise that he is in her life to stay and she obviously cares for him, which means that he cannot get hurt, cuz that will make my princess upset. I guess we can be friends, he seems, um…nice? I don’t know, don’t give two shits either.

I picked gums and a bunch of sweets from the shelves, heading over to pay for my items, as I couldn’t leave with empty hands, especially that I was in this shop almost everyday now. I paid for my things, handing the lady behind the counter the note, so she can keep the change and think I’m the nice guy. I’m not, but she definitely is a nice girl, I better somehow keep up.

Turning my head around just a bit, I had my quick glance at her before leaving the shop. Fuck, I already missed seeing her. Next time I will see her, I swear we will talk. Shit, I am so stressed out. I know myself, I can barely hold my tongue in intense situations. I just don’t wanna come out with “Y/N, I think of fucking you all the time, can I be balls deep in you?”. That wouldn’t sound appropriate for the first meeting. Okay, it will be fine. I am Jason Mccann and I am always fine, right?

Just four more days to go. Four. More. Days.

[sgmamacita]

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Kasey's POV

   𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 few months since my one-night stand with the famous criminal Jason McCann and finding out I was pregnant with his child. When the results returned positive, I wasn't discouraged or worried about taking care of the baby because I knew in my heart that I would be the best mother anyone could have. When I told my dad about my pregnancy, he was disappointed in me, but I could only imagine my father’s reaction when he found out who I was having a baby with. I’m twenty-three weeks along, and I couldn’t be any happier. Just feeling my munchkin kick makes me smile.

   Today I have a doctor's appointment to check up on the progress of my child’s growth. As I climbed out of bed, I knocked on my bedroom door.

"Come in, Dad,” I said, knowing it was him.

   My father opened the door and walked in, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. "Almost time for your doctor's appointment. Are you excited?”

"Yes, I can’t wait to hear the heartbeat.” I nodded my head as I smiled.

“How do you feel?” My dad asked me as he crossed his arms.

“Hot.” I laughed, fanning myself. It’s true. I slept with every fan on high in my room.

“All right, you get ready.” He said, giving me a nod. 

   Nodding my head, he leaves my room, and I head to my bathroom to take a shower. As I washed, I looked down at my belly and grinned. Never in my life did I expect to be pregnant at nineteen. Maybe at the age of twenty-one, but not now. After I cleaned my body to the best of my ability, I cut the water off and stepped out, wrapping a warm towel around my body.

   Once dressed in an olive green spaghetti strap dress and gold metallic double strap sandals, I slid my light-washed denim jacket over my arms. I grabbed my purse before heading downstairs to see if my dad was ready to go. We left the house, got in his car, and he drove to the doctor. Finally, my father parked in an empty spot in the garage before we stepped out and got on the elevator. When the machine stopped on the fifth floor, my dad and I got off and followed the signs until we got to the OBGYN waiting area.

   I checked myself in and sat down on the chair. While waiting, I pulled out my phone and started playing Candy Crush to keep myself entertained.

   People in the waiting room nurses called them back, and I got impatient. A nurse came out and called my name. I followed her to a room where she took my vitals and asked questions. After the nurse checked me, she led me to an ultrasound room and sat on the table. She asked me about my health and the baby before smiling politely and walking out of the room.

“I want everything to be okay,” I replied, rubbing my stomach.

“Everything will be fine, sunshine.” My dad said, giving me a reassuring smile.

The wait for my obstetrician to come in was killing me. Waiting was one reason sometimes I didn't particularly appreciate going to the doctor's office. I want to finish with this appointment and get something to eat. I’m hungry. Suddenly a soft knock echoed through the door, bringing me out of my head. Glancing up, I see my OB/GYN, Dr. McMahon walking in all smiles.

"Hello, Kasey. How are you feeling today?" My OB/GYN asked me.

"I'm feeling good. Excited, if I’m honest." I laughed, nodding my head.

"That's good. Have you had any pains in your stomach?” Dr. McMahon asked, washing her hands in the sink before putting on a pair of latex gloves.

“No, not really. Everything’s been painless if that makes sense.” I chuckled, shaking my head. 

“Yea, that’s good. Can you lay back for me?" She asked me, politely smiling.

   Dr. McMahon had me lift my dress under my breasts and good thing I was wearing some shorts under because I didn’t want to make my dad uncomfortable.

"I'm so ready to see my little munchkin," I said, giggling as I did a little clap.

"I bet you are. This may be a bit cold, okay." She said and squeezed some gel on my stomach.

   My OB/GYN moved the probe around my stomach to see the baby while she had a nurse dim the lights, making us look at the monitor. There on the screen was my baby boy or girl. The baby's heartbeat was strong and the most adorable thing ever. After Dr. McMahon moved around my stomach, looking at my munchkin, she looked at me. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her, a little worried.

"Would you like to know what you're having?" Dr. McMahon asked me, smiling.

"Yes." I excitedly replied, nodding my head.

"We’ll be prepared to buy a lot of blue. It’s a boy." She said, and I started to tear up. “Congratulations. There you can see his little male appendage.”

   She pointed to a tiny dot between my baby’s legs, tearing me up. I couldn’t believe I was having a baby boy. I’ve always wanted a girl, but a boy is good. I’ll love him with every fiber of my being.

"Ah, you’re kidding, no way. I'm so happy." I said, wiping my happy tears. I couldn’t believe I was having a little boy. 

In all honesty, I was hoping to have a baby boy because ever since I could imagine, I’ve wanted my first baby to be a little mister, just not with the father’s current situation.

   Once Dr. Mcmahon cleaned my stomach, I pulled my dress down, and my dad helped me up. We talked for a few minutes, and she explained what I could expect now that I’m at the six-month mark. For instance, Dr. McMahon told me that now the baby can hear outside sounds like my voice which was mind-boggling. I got down from the table and headed to the nurse’s station, where I was handed my visitation summary. My dad and I got off the elevator, got in the car, and buckled up as he drove out of the parking garage.

   On our way home, my stomach growled, saying I was hungry.

"Are you guys hungry?" My dad asked me, laughing because he heard my stomach growl.

"Yes. Can you stop by Mcdonald’s, please?" I asked, nodding my head.

"Okay." My dad said and nodded as he kept his attention on the road.

   He took a left turn, went to the Mcdonald’s drive-thru, and rolled down his window when he pulled up to the menu.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, rubbing my stomach.

"What do you want to eat?" My dad asked, looking at me.

"A number six with another side of large fries and some chocolate chip cookies," I said, and my dad ordered my food.

   After my dad ordered something, he drove to the window where he paid, and a lady had our food ready. Once we were handed our bags of food, my dad drove us home. Walking inside the house, I went to the living room and sat on the couch. My father handed me my food before walking to his office, and I started to eat. Suddenly my phone started ringing in my bag, interrupting me from chowing down, and I took it out to see a text from Alissa.

Alissa💕🌹🥰 - What did the doctor say?

Everything was fine but guess what?

Alissa💕🌹🥰 - What? 😳

I'm having a boy 😊👍

Alissa💕🌹🥰 - Congrats, babe👍

Thank you😊

Alissa💕🌹🥰 - Well, me, my mom, and dad are on our way to your house, so see you in a few.

Okay bye👌

Alissa💕🌹🥰 - Bye.

   After responding to Alissa’s text, I continued eating my ten-piece nugget and fries. Once I ate the last piece of food, I sat Family Guy episodes laughing. Suddenly there was a knocking on the front door. As I wiggled off the couch, my dad beat me to the door.

“I was going to open it.” I breathed heavily, shrugging my shoulders.

“Yea, in like eight years.” He jokingly replied, laughing at me.

“That’s not funny.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You try being in my place, dad.”

My father answered the door, and I looked up to see Alissa. Behind her were her parents. She smiled running ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. 

"What are you gonna name him?" Alissa whispered, sitting next to me, keeping her voice low so she didn't spoil the surprise for her mother.

“I don’t know about having a gender reveal party but a baby shower; of course, I want one. I mean, it is my first baby.” I responded, rubbing my belly and feeling my baby boy move around.

“Okay, so how do you plan on telling your family?” Alissa asked, touching my stomach.

“I don’t know yet,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

   The three of us continued talking when my dad came from his home office and said, “I have to go into the station, but I’ll be back late tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” I smiled, nodded, and hugged him.

My dad waved goodbye to us before leaving. Soon after, Alissa's dad went home, leaving her and her mom at my house. 

   We watched movies and munched on popcorn, enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly I feel a kick from inside my stomach, making me jump. 

"What's wrong?" Alissa asked me, worry written on her face.

"He kicked." I smiled, rubbing the spot where my baby’s foot kicked me.

"Really?" Alissa asked and put her hand on my stomach.

   Once again, my baby boy kicked, but this time he kicked me again and rough, making me wince in pain.

"He is kicking me hard," I said, laughing it off.

"I can tell. So how much longer?" Alissa eagerly asked like a child.

"Seventeen more weeks to go," I answered, nodding my head.

"We have to start planning a baby shower soon." Mrs. Lopez said, and I nodded, agreeing with her.

"When should the shower be?" Alissa asked me, turning away from the movie.

"I say two months from tomorrow." Alissa’s mother suggested. 

"Sounds nice," I said, nodding in agreement.

"Yay, I'm so excited," Alissa said, clapping her hands. “You don’t know how excited I am that you’re pregnant.”

   I felt pressure in my stomach, rushed to the bathroom, and peed. At first, I thought something was wrong, but I realized it was my baby pushing on my bladder. After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom, returned to the living room, and sat down. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, I continued watching the movie on the TV.

   The clock read 10:35 PM, and I let out a yawn. I got up from the couch and headed upstairs to my room. Alissa had decided to sleep in the guest bedroom across from mine. I decided to go to the bathroom and run myself a shower. After gathering my night clothes, I stripped off my other ones and stepped inside the curtain.

Once I washed up and felt clean, I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around myself. I dried off and slipped on a loose-fitted shirt and cotton lounge shorts for bed. Walking to the room Alissa was in, I playfully smacked her ass, making her jump.

“Ow, what did you do that for?” Alissa winced, rubbing her stinging cheek.

“I don’t know.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.

"You’re annoying for that. Can I borrow some clothes, please?" Alissa asked me, rolling her eyes.

"Yea, look in my closet." I nodded, walking back to my room

   My best friend opened my dresser and looked through my clothes until she found a basic white t-shirt and some silk shorts. She closed the drawers and walked over to me as I got comfortable in bed.

“Goodnight, my love.” Alissa smiled, hugging me. She leaned down and kissed my stomach. “And goodnight, my little nephew.”

“Goodnight, auntie.” I laughed as she turned off my light.

Grabbing my remote, I went to my Netflix profile and started watching season 5 of The Walking Dead, but it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

🏷 @naughtyslashers @nobodygetsza @wolfwifeyy @mccallslut

[fangirl-everythang]

You’re Not Leaving Me J.M

Summary: Y/n wants to leave Jason after he’s neglected her for gang duties. Long story short, she doesn’t. 

Warnings: Aggression, swearing, mentions of gang activities, toxic relationship-ish.

Word Count: A bit less than 1500

Today was the day. I want to leave Jason. We've been together for almost three years now and I can't take it anymore. I love him with all of my heart but he's never home. I'm alone in this relationship and he never notices.

I try to stay up to wait for him to come back from his missions but most nights but he just showers and goes to sleep. I get being The Jason McCann, worlds most wanted is hard, but I feel like I'm in a relationship with a brick wall and it's only hurting me. I know- selfish but it's for the best. He'll probably go back to his playboy days anyways.

Yup could you believe it? Jason used to be with a new girl every night, hell when we met we didn't even like eachother. One thing led to another and here we are,  young and madly in love. Wiping the tear that managed to escape my eye thinking about him. Sitting up because Jason will be home in half an hour give or take,  I can pack now.

I begin tearing the fabric from the hangers reminiscing the good days we had. Going through the drawers looking for my charger I stumble upon a picture of Jase and I. I'll never forget it; It was new year's eve and we were on the roof of Zayn and Lo's place. It was our first year together, we were happy. The photo shows us leaning in almost about to kiss with chaos and fireworks all around us, we did the camera just didn't capture it.

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That's everything.  I set my bags in the kitchen closest to the back door. Awaiting his a rival I just pace a bit while tiding up.

I've been so lonely without him, we barely talk anymore. I'm just there when he needs me. Before he treated me like a princess now I'm equal to his gang members. He's always working late or going out on weekends, I wish I, could, confirm his loyalty busy I have no fucking idea anymore. The ringing of keys at the door distracted me from my previous thoughts.

His face lit up when he saw me "Hey baby" he smiled. It took me by surprise, he hasn't called me baby or in fact any name but the one I was born with in forever. "Hi?" I respond questionly. He just wraps his arms around me and embraced me "I missed you babygirl"

"Are you feeling okay?" I say looking at him. Those eyes, those perfect fucking eyes. The ones that can make my heart flutter with one glance. He looks confused by my question and leans in for a kiss.

If I kiss him I won't want to leave. Christ why does he do this today!

I just doge it by pretending to cough, slowly removing myself from his embrace. "How was your -" "Hold that thought one minute baby I'm just gonna go change really quick I'll be right back"

"But Jase-"

"Right back. " he hurries up the stairs blowing me an air kiss. What the fuck is wrong with him? He suddenly wants to act like a boyfriend that gives a shit.

I waited 20 minutes for Jason to come down stairs, when he didn't I decided to go up. Slowly making my way up what used to be the beautiful steps of our home, I call out his name "Jase?" Reaching the bedroom door I knock but there wasn't a response. Just as I go to open the door it is aggressively pulled open with a not so happy Jason behind it. He's wearing the same clothes. "What happened I thought you were going to change-"

"Shut up" he says lowly.

"What the fuck Jase? "

I'm not scared of him, just his behavior sometimes.

"What the fuck, you tell me y/n," he says with a sinister chuckle. I just look at him confused "So you thought I wouldn't notice your shit missing y/n, what are you trying to do?" I stood there with my arms crossed "Well if you would've let me talk down stairs I would have informed you. "

"INFORM ME ABOUT WHAT Y/N?" He shouts coming closer.

"Jason I can't do this anymore, its, we're not the same" I sigh. He just gets even closer, the vein popping out from the side of his neck. I fidget a bit under his gaze. "So what?  you were just gonna leave? You fucking whore."

"Me a whore, really Jason?! You're unbearable " I yell back my voice straining as I do so. "You're the one who's never home, I don't see you anymore, "

I'm even more frustrated than before, "You know what this isn't worth my time. Good fucking bye Jason" I say turning around but he grabs my arm and yanks me back.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Jase get off of me" I say pulling away from him. His grip just tightens. He harshly pushes me against a wall causing me groan in pain and annoyance, he just looks me dead on the eye. "You're not leaving me. "

I stop fighting back and sigh "Why not? Huh Jase" He doesn't say anything. I just listen to his increased respiration and look at his eyes, they've dilated quite a bit.

"Oh now you wanna be quiet" I say pushing his chest moving past him. "You're pathetic" I spit walking away.

"Y/n wait" he says not turning. Stopping in my tracks I waited for him to continue but after a minute I began descending down the stairs. The memories this place holds will haunt me but I keep reminding myself I need to do this for me. I have too- but he makes me happy or used to at least.

Walking into the living room to pick up my phone, wallet, and keys that are on the table. Leaving Jason is like leaving a piece of me but it's time I make a decision for me, it's gonna hurt but it's for the best. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Walking to the door grabbing my bags and heading out the door loading them into the back of my car. I go back in to make sure I didn't leave anything and Jason is just standing there looking at me. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze but ignore it. "There's food in the fridge and your clothes are done just put them up and u-uhh yeah." He just continues to give me the same blank look. " Jason I don't want us to end on bad terms we can st-" He just looks at me dumbly before I can finish. "Y/n you're really gonna pull that shit on me" I go to speak but he just continued " Three years y/n and you're gonna leave me now. I fucking love you and you're going to leave me. I don't know what to do with myself, I know I'm a shit boyfriend but this is new to me. I need you y/n. My life is not complete without you in it. You're my everything my reason to be here, you make me better in every way." He chokes holding back tears coming closer to me and embracing me , "I'm so sorry baby" he cries into my hair. I just hug him, he needs this. "I know" I coo running my hand through his hair gently letting him calm down. His warm tears flow onto my shirt, I haven't seen Jason break down like this before. He's never cried in front of me. I didn't realize that I was crying until he pulled away to wipe my tears with his thumb. He kisses my forehead and whispers "please don't leave me" I just shake my head "Jase I think th-his will be healthy for us" "Please y/n, I'll try harder , I'll control myself , I'll be better for you. I'll do anything for you y/n" he pleads "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry"

"Jason, I don't -" he interrupts my sentence by smashing his lips on mine. Grasping the back of his neck pulling him closer to me he moves down my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses until he finds my sweet spot. I'm so weak for him. "J-jason" i halfly moan, He just continues to suck and i know exactly what he's doing.

I just let him continue because he wont stop until he’s ready. Running my hands through his hair as he continues his asult on my neck marking me as his. Once he's done he looks to admire his deep purple and red piece of art lightly tracing it he smiles down at me, cupping my cheek. "You're mine, Okay. no one will ever love you like I love you." He softly presses his lips, to mine.

AN:

Hey guys hope you enjoyed it! I know its short,  they get longer I promise. I'm open to anything but im slow as hell. 

ANyways hope your holidays are well. I really think Jason McCann can be played out in so many ways, I cannot wait for you guys to read.

Xoxox-Janelle

[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 

[biebsimagine]

Strong

I started therapy recently. I started writing this before my first session when I was panicking, wrote some more afterwards when I decided it wasn't as bad as I made myself believe, and now I'm sat here trying to finish it, and reading it over and over and realising how pointless and boring it is. It's so so s h i t but I'm posting it anyway, just to ease my mind.

Please don’t think this is me attempting to romanticise any form of mental health or disorder. I fully understand the seriousness and if you’re struggling with anything, please seek help. You deserve to love yourself.

Besides the fact that I'm not in love with my therapist - ha - Justin is me and my messy mind at this point in time. I like writing myself into characters, it's very therapeutic. I'll understand if you don't, but please enjoy this very short imagine.

I'm sorry if I say I need you,

                                               but I don't care I'm not scared of love,

'cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker, is that so wrong?

                                                         is it so wrong that you make me strong?

"Depending on people is dangerous," Justin said, playing with the cuff of his sweater. "People leave and people don't care-"

"You know I care," she interrupted, as gently as she could. "S'the reason I'm always a call away."

"You're the only one that does," he muttered, "you're the only one that really matters."

She studied the fatigue showing on his face. She watched the dark circles under his eyes, as though doing so would make them go away. She wanted them to go away.

"Talk to me," she found herself whispering.

Justin was broken. It was so clear to see, despite how much he thought he hid it with success. 

"Boys aren't allowed to talk about their feelings," he said bitterly. "Not attractive, is it?"

"You're not here to be attractive to people."

He sighed, somehow managing to slump further into the couch. A glass of water sat on the table in front of him, alongside a plate of cookies that sat untouched.

"Can you tell me about your week?" she asked.

"Nothing new. I binged and I hated myself. I try to get better and it all just collapses on top of me so I give up and manage to not eat anything for two days." There was a sense of pride in his tone, despite how he appeared to not care.

"This food thing is new, isn't it?" she said, making subtle notes on her piece of paper; she'd been enlightened on how much the boy didn't like it when he stormed out one session.

"Mhm. Control," he mumbled. "Everything's so out of my hands but eating, I can control what I eat and what I do to get rid of what I've eaten."

She took a deep breath. "Are you aware of what it could lead to?"

"I can't say I'm too bothered, bring it on." He stared at the floor.

"Do you want to get better?"

"I don't know," he said, finally looking at the woman sat in front of him. "Is that bad?"

"I wish you wanted to, I wish you had that urge," she said.

“I don’t enjoy being alive, I don’t care what happens so starving doesn’t bother me. I get skinny or I die trying, success either way.”

“And what about the cutting?” she asked, worry evident in her voice.

“I like the red lines on my wrist, it feels like home. It’s comforting.”

“Do you think you could ever want to get better?”

Justin loved [Y/N]... maybe it wasn't love, but it was something. She may have been his therapist but it turns out that having to sit in front of a woman and let all of his demons come out for her and her not run away, it had an effect on him.

And [Y/N], while she'd never admit it, had just as strong feelings for the man before her. He was shattered glass, but all she could do was attempt to fix him.

Neither would admit it to the other, or to anyone. Justin wouldn't confess that [Y/N] was becoming the reason he was attending the weekly sessions. [Y/N] wouldn't confess she anticipated seeing him every week.

"Why do you care?" he asked. "I mean, you have to, don't you? That's your job, that's what you're paid to do."

"I care, Justin, not because I'm your therapist but because I can see that you're hurting and you don't deserve it."

"Then why am I hurting so fucking much, [Y/N]? Why can't I get through a day without falling apart?"

"I wish I could give you an answer to that question but I can't, all I can do is be here to help you. Does talking help?"

He bit his lip, watching the plant painting that sat on the wall behind me. "Talking to you helps."

"Can you tell me why?" [Y/N] asked, fiddling with the pencil in her hand.

"'Cause it feels like you care, and no one else does. No one listens, but you do. I don't know. I feel fine when I step through that door, like nothing else matters but being here."

"I like that. I like that you like being here," she said, for once not letting her eyes leave his.

It was as though something passed between them in their gaze. It wasn't acknowledged but they both felt it. When they looked away, a smile rested on two sets of lips.

[jujubieberbae]

100 Dollars

Justin's texts in bold. Yours are normal. You've been texting this guy for a while now and little do you know that your actually texting THE Justin Bieber.

Are we ever ever going to meet?

Not yet

Why not?

My mom doesn't let me

What? Justin your a grown ass man that's a lie.

Alright fine. You got me I'm actually 12

I knew it since the beginning, you know

Lmao

No but seriously why not?

Can we not do this right now, I'm eating out with my friends for my birthday. I'm just not ready.

But we've been texting for 7 months, what do you mean your not ready?

I just don't wanna meet you yet It'll change everything

Hell yeah it will! It'll be so freaking fun!

No Y/N not like that I mean in a bad way You'll treat me differently

100 dollars says I won't

Don't make that bet unless you have a hundred to spare

...If you didn't wanna meet me you could have just said so

No Y/N it's not like that Y/N? Cmon don't be like this

Read at 5:36 pm

***

With a loud and agitated sigh, I shut my phone off and threw it down on my white bed sheets besides me. I'm beginning to get sick of Justin's excuses - they’re beginning to make me a little claustrophobic. I need a break. 

With yet another loud sigh and the rub of my face, I decided It was time I actually left the house and began my decent down the stairs, into the kitchen where my mother stood wiping the marble bench top.

Not having the energy to converse with her at this moment, I grabbed the keys right off the exact bench she was currently rubbing at and made a dash for the door. "I'm leaving." I informed her on my way out.

"Alright sweetie!" Mom replied with no fuss and at the approving comment, I was out the door.

I need something to get my mind off things. Just me. No phone, no parents and no Justin. Quickly darted out the house and towards my new white Range Rover which my father bought for my birthday that just passed recently.

As I settled inside and switched on the ignition, I sat for a second debating on where I should go and escape the rest of the day  and at the thought, my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. Guess I'm going out to eat.

With no hesitation, I finally mustered up the perfect place to go and began backing up out of the driveway, beginning my decent down towards a close friend of mine’s shop. Cassy owns a big fancy restaurant down the road from me and always gives me discounts on my food. 

The people there despise me considering I always rock up in sweat pants and an Adidas shirt while they all practically parade around in designer dresses and expensive pearls.

Once I arrived, I jumped out of my car and threw the keys to the valet employee. I don't know why but every time I come here I seem to act like queen shit. It's honestly kind of hilarious.

I stepped through the large, grand restaurant doors and not even a few seconds later was immediately greeted by Cassy herself, running forward towards me. "Oh my god Y/N, it's been so long. C'mon lets get you seated."

With a smile, I obliged to following the girl over towards a table for two draped elegantly in a creme cloth that was decorated with a few flowers and fine cutlery. I placed myself on one side, Cassy seating herself on the other. 

She always accompanied me when I come to eat here, it was our little thing. With the flick of her fingers, a waiter came over and took our orders, then left once we were done.

Suddenly she sat right up, a face full of excitement. "You came on the right day my girl.” She smiled and I furrowed my eyebrows at her enthusiasm. 

“Why, what happened?” I chuckled. 

“Alright,” Cassy began “ Don’t freak out but, guess who made a reservation and is sitting in this restaurant right now?" She squealed

My head quickly jolted up as I glanced around the restaurant. Then my eyes landed on a boy sitting a little further away with a group of people and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Justin Bieber! He was my idle though for some reason, I didn’t find myself jumping for joy as I expected too.

"No way." I whisper shouted. Cassy giggled "Yes way. Apparently today's his birthday or something."

Hm, that's funny. It's also my friend Justin's birthday.

"Cool." I mumbled, turning my head away.

"You should go and talk to him." Casst smiled but overall I just shrugged "Nah, I wouldn't wanna disturb him on his birthday. He's probably just trying to enjoy a nice lunch."

"Suit yourself." She shrugged.

It was silent between us for a moment until I decided to stand up and said "I'm going to the restroom."

An approving hum was sung from Cassy and I found myself strutting my way over to the restroom afterwards. It was a unisex toilet meaning there was a mixture of men and woman in here, but nothing really other than a few old posh white folks who were eyeing me wearily for my fashion choice.

I ignored the stares and found my way into a stall, did my business and walked over to the sinks. By then, everyone else had left the bathrooms and I was found pumping some soap from the dispenser in my hands alone. Just then the door opened.

I looked up into the mirror and spotted Justin Bieber himself walking into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and loose white fitted T. His hair messily flipped over his forehead and tattoos on full display. 

That’s a bold move to pull in a restaurant like this, the oldies hated any inked skin and tended to gossip. But I liked his confidence, kind of like myself.

 I smiled small at him before applying my concentration back on my own hands.

He walked forward over to the sink beside me and began running a hand through his long blonde hair and I watched in awe as his fingers played around with his locks, not realising that I had been staring for a little to long.

He cleared his throat loudly, causing my eyes to dart down to his. "Oh um, sorry." I muttered to which he chuckled.

 "Nah it's alright. People tend to stare a lot." He shrugged

I turned off the faucet of the gold sink and moved over to grab some paper towels to dry my hands. "Must suck."

"Yeah." He replied straightening himself out. Silence overcame the surrounding air for a second as we continued on with our own things, until he suddenly spoke again. “I like you’re style. You do it on purpose?” He smirked. 

I knew what he was getting at. The fact that I had actually had the guts to appear in a place of displayed wealth, dressed like this. You wouldn’t do it unless you were trying to piss off the rich people who dined here. He knew too well, because it was obvious he was doing the same.

“You know it.” I nodded. “Its hilarious to see the snobby faces when you walk in. The scowls are priceless.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know right?” he agreed.

“I mean, you would know.” I pointed out, glaring back at his outfit.

Justin laughed, glancing down at his choice of clothes and shook his head in humour. “I’ll have you know these jeans are designer.” He teased. 

“I’m wearing designer too.” I nodded. “I’m actually wearing Calvin Klein underwear.” I giggled. “That’s as designer as your gonna get with me.” 

Justin actually laughed at this, a full blown loud laugh, unlike the chuckles he displayed previously. I giggled along with him snapping the waist band of my underwear to prove my point.

Justin shook his head, finally letting down, and I stepped forward smiling at the handsome man.

"Well, I better go, my friends waiting for me." I began my way over towards the door but was suddenly held back by a loud . . . 

"Wait!" He yelled. I stopped. "I didn't catch you name." He continued.

I smirked, glancing at him one more time, with one hand on the door. " I think we both know you already know that."

And with that, I left him in the bathroom, standing there in shock.

That’s right Justin. I caught on.

***

"I better get back to work." Cassy sighed.

"Yeah, well, I'm done anyways. So I'm gonna leave. Thanks Cass."

Cassy nodded. "No problems. I’ll see ya later." She waved. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen, yelling at a few of her employees who were slacking off on the way.

I sighed in exhaustion and waved a hand over to my waiter, who slowly and carelessly made his way over to my table "Yes madam, what may I get you?"

"My tab please." I smiled.

The man began shuffling through some papers in his hands before turning back to me, eyebrows raised in slight surprise.  "You’re clear." he announced. 

But I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? But I haven't payed yet."

"Curtesy of the man that goes by the name of Justin Bieber. He asked to put your tab on his."

My eyes winded in slight shock and confusion but couldn't help the smile that set across my face. 

That sneaky bastard. 

Justin's POV

It's her. It's really Y/N. She's so much prettier in person. We've been talking for so long and I just couldn't believe she was actually here in front of me. She knew who I was and didn't freak out.

I carefully watched as she conversed with the waiter for a little before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, sparing me a glance along the way. She sent me a small wink before exiting the restaurant.

"Jay?" I snapped my head up to look back at Hailey who had been apparently yelling my name.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Why are you staring at that girl. Stop being a creep and eat." She demanded.

I chuckled slightly, turning back around to dig into my meal once again. I'll text Y/N later and figure out what the hell just happened. I want to ask her when she figured it out.

That's when suddenly, the same waiter who was serving Y/N began making his way over to me. "Mr Bieber, you have a note from the women sitting opposing. I believe her name was Y/N Y/L/N."

He handed me the note which I cautiously took from his hand and watched as he walked off further into the restaurant.

With curious eyes and cautious hands, I slowly pulled at the folded note and took a peek at the 5 words sprawled across. And subconsciously, a large smile found it way onto my face at the words. 

'You owe me 100 dollars. - Y/N.'

[dejavudrew-blog]

“DORK” // Justin Bieber Fake Text Imagine

[jbcums]

Clingy -Part 2-

PART 1

Your P.O.V 

it was now the next morning and Justin still hadn’t come downstairs yet. He didn’t come down last night to apologize either. He normally would is we have had a fight and I end up sleeping on the couch. He’ll always lay next to me and apologize but this time, he didn’t. 

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs making me tense up. This is going to be awkward. 

I turned towards the door as it opened and in came a fresh faced Justin. 

“You sleep good?” He asked, walking over the fridge with a bounce in his step. 

“Does it look like I did?” I asked sarcastically, referring to my tired state. 

“I wouldn’t know. you stormed out the bedroom in a huff last night” He said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“You know why I ‘stormed off’ as you so politely put it” I said, taking a sip of my tea. 

“I know why. I just don’t know why you decided to be all dramatic about me calling you clingy. i never said I didn’t like it” He said, sitting at the counter and seat away from me. 

“You insinuated. It was obvious in your tone that you don’t like the fact that I’m ‘clingy’” i said, putting speech marks around clingy with my fingers. 

“See. Your trying to start something again. i’m trying to solve this” He said, slamming the cup down on the counter, coffee spilling everywhere. 

I got so angry knowing that he would expect me to clean that up. 

“You know what?” I said, standing up and throwing my cup in the sink, making it smash. 

“I’m sick of you treating me like a maid. Let’s get somethings straight. (1) I’m definitely not clingy, i just care, which is more that I can say for you”  i start, seeing him open his mouth but I quickly cut him off.

 “No, you don’t get to interrupt!” I yelled, pointing my finger in his face as I leaned over the counter to get closer to him. 

“(2) I’m sick of you treating me like I’m your maid. You never clean anything up for yourself, you always expect me to do everything for you and I��m sick of it!” I shouted, grabbing the dish cloth from next to the sink. 

“And lastly, Don’t even think about speaking to me today unless the next thing that comes out of your mouth in an apology!” I yell, throwing the dish cloth in his face making him move him head back in shock. 

“Clean it up your goddamn self” i say, walking out the room feeling relaxed. I’ve just let out things i’ve been bottling up for over 2 months and it feels good to let it all out. 

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I hope you like the second part. I know I wrote a different second part to this but I deleted that because I really didn’t like it but I feel happy with this one. 

I do have Ideas for a part 3 (the final part) so if you would like me to do that, let me know. 

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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. 

[biebsimagine]

Pillows (Mature)

I couldn't process it at first, the sound I heard when I creeped up the stairs on that early afternoon. It was as though my brain couldn't let my heart believe it was what I was imagining.

Moving slow so the floorboards wouldn't give me away, I had a pacing heart and a stirring in my stomach. The sound became louder and sent chills trickling down my spine.

The anticipation was almost too much.

Standing outside of the bedroom, my fingers gripped the door frame ever so tightly as she came into view through the small gap she'd left between the door and its frame. I could feel the heat enter my body and stir, causing me to take a slow, deep breath.

Her back arched beautifully, the light emphasising a thin layer of sweat covering it, and from where I stood, I could see the curve of her ass prominent on the white sheets.

But what I noticed a few moments later was the pillow tucked between her legs, just below her rocking hips that allowed her to find just the right amount of friction. I swallowed a moan just in time.

Somewhere deep down, I felt guilty for not turning around and letting her to get off in peace. All I could do was stand and watch, and occasionally brush a hand over my dick; each time I did, I was harder than before.

Soft whimpers left her throat, but just because they were soft, doesn't mean they weren't loud. They echoed around the room and my God, they were enough to make my cock twitch.

I'd never seen her in such a way, I'd never been given the chance to see her so wrecked and needing for pleasure. It was my first time and I wanted so much more.

See, [Y/N] was always my angel. She was always blushing a deep red at anything related to the subject of sex, and squirming away when my curious hands moved too far. Whenever my fingers would so much as brush against her inner thigh she'd retract completely; slam her legs together, brush off her shirt, all before giving me a look that meant a firm 'no'.

And I retreated immediately, of course; giving her a sly smile and a quick peck on the softness of her cheek. And later when I was alone, I'd make sure to jack off the pent up frustration, ready for another day.

But this, this was new. It was exciting, and it was as though my eyes were glued to the writhing girl in front of me. All I could do was drink in the sight of her thighs shaking whenever she hit a particularly good spot, I bit down on my bottom lip as I imagined see the view from below her and being able to feel her thighs shaking.

I'm not one to voice my pleasure too much, but I was another minute from imitating her whimpers; seeing her rutting her hips against the pillows and whining as though the pleasure was ripping her apart was almost too much. Would it be so wrong to make her aware of my presence? Would she be freaked out, or would she maybe let me sit and watch? I very much doubted the last one, but I let it feel possible for a little while longer.

My hand stopped taking breaks from palming my dick through my jeans and set up camp instead. I suddenly regretted wearing skinny jeans as the restriction caused me to break out in a sweat.

[Y/N] let out a string of 'Oh God's with a trembling voice and I was silently encouraging her to cum, but knew I couldn't make a sound; I don't think she'd be able to look me in the eyes if she knew I'd seen her, although I'd have no problem imagining her moaning while riding a pillow whenever I looked at her, despite how wrong that would be.

My head was in a daze. Whenever I thought I was over it, she'd let out a strangled whimper and entice me all over again. And the sounds only got louder as I assumed she got closer, striving for that edge. 

My fingers clenched firmly on the doorframe while I drank in the sight of her hips rigorously thrashing against the soft material, I imagined her stomach was twisting and turning while her heart hammered in her chest. Another moan vibrated through her throat.

The guilt was sickening in my stomach. I knew enough to know it was wrong, so why didn’t I stop? I’m a sucker for pleasure; once I’d had a taste, I nodded more.

I wanted more of [Y/N] writhing and wrecked, I wanted her moans closer to my ears, I wanted her on all fours in front of me. I wanted so much.

Everything intensified when she came. I could only guess, but the way her body jerked and the voicing of her pleasure became louder told me everything I needed to know.

It was music to my ears. It was everything I imagined it to be and more. The sound of a girl whimpering had never had such an effect on me.

She sounded almost in pain, as though she needed to cum more than she’d ever needed anything in her entire life, like she’d do absolutely anything.

It wasn’t entirely silent after she came down from her high; her pants and occasional sigh echoed around the room.

It was probably time for me to leave, I kept thinking. I didn’t want to pry my eyes off of her; if I did, it all ended. It’d be like a hollow dream.

But all good things come to an end. I watched her run a hand through her hair before - as silently as I could - tiptoeing towards the stairs and taking each one at a time. I’d made it so far; I was determined not to get caught then.

I adored the look of panic in her eyes when she caught sight of me in the kitchen, knowing she was praying I hadn’t witnessed her little rendezvous. To save her some red cheeks and stuttering, I pretended to have just got home.

To my disappointment, she wasn’t naked when she came down the stairs. One of my sweatshirts hugged her shoulders while a pair of shorts hid underneath, only making an appearance when she raised her arms and the sweatshirt rode up.

She blushed when our kiss lingered, and gasped when I moved my lips down her jaw and towards her neck, as though she’d experienced no higher pleasure.

But I knew.

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Here’s some late night smut for you all. This imagine was inspired by a porn video I stumbled across you’re welcome