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Once again, the three classic production photos of Enjolras comforting a crying Marius after Éponine's death.
Because every now and then, they need to be shared.
*John Herrera and Hugh Panaro (US 1st National Tour, 1987)
*Greg Blanchard and Reece Holland (US 2nd National Tour, 1988)
*Jason McCann and Niklas Andersson (London, 2000)
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.”
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
Can you do a imagine where y/n is like 6 months pregnant and Jason McCann is like all cute about it ?
“Jason come on get off.” You giggle as he presses his face more into your stomach than he was before “they have to hear my voice and know that daddy is waiting for them.” He sticks his lower lip out making your heart melt immediately. Ever since you found out you were expecting Jason has done nothing but stay home and do everything for you, cook, clean, rub your back and your feet. You push a hand threw his golden locks and smiles as he kisses just above your belly button over and over again. “Daddy as to go grab the smoothie for your mama so don’t move.” He quickly jumps to his feet and runs to the kitchen “Jason my love you know the doctor said ‘you don’t just wake up one day and decide to run a marathon so don’t do that with labor’ that’s her saying I need to do things myself and work out.” You have been pushing Jason for days to let you at least make the bed but he always insists you just lay on the couch or watch a movie. His head pops out from behind the kitchen wall, his eyes looking at you with a stern look “well what does she know, but the look of her she probably never had kids so she shouldn’t be telling my girl what to do.” You can’t help but laugh at the man with fresh fruit in his hand and the sassy attitude you hear “Jason be nice. She has a degree.” You smile as he starts the blender and walks to you for a second “a degree. I don’t need a degree to tell you you’re pregnant with the worlds cutest child and you look breath taking pregnant.” He leans down again and places his hands on your stomach “and I’m so grateful to be here every moment of it.” He kisses your head than your lips before departing and going back to the kitchen to grab your drink.
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