Shifting: A JONAS tag fanfiction

Okay. So because I love writing random oneshots every three seconds, I’m writing this. It’s a tag to Chasing the Dream. I’m really only taking one scene and expanding on it.

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Oneshot

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“But what if I’m not good enough?” She asked, worry playing across her features. Kevin scoffed inwardly. As if she’d ever be bad at anything.

“Don’t sweat it,” he said, smiling at her, “we’ll meet tomorrow and I’ll give you a couple pointers before we record.” Macy squealed and nothing could’ve prepared him for what happened next.

“Thank you, thank you!” She screamed, flying into his arms and knocking him into the floor. Kevin grunted, hitting the floor at high speed. Now he understood why she played football. She was wonderful at tackling.

“Oh,” she said, looking down at him with concern on her face, “I’m sorry…” she trailed off and Kevin swallowed. He could feel her breath hitting his face and her hair brushed against his cheek.

“No…” he said, a little dazed, “it’s okay.” He stared at her, heart pounding. She shifted on top of him slightly, putting her hands on his chest so she could push herself up slightly. He swallowed. Her movement was making this position a little…

“Kev…” she said, shifting again.

“Y-yeah?” He asked, his voice a little high pitched. If she moved one more time he was going to lose it.

“Can you let go of me?” She asked.

“Huh?” He asked, noticing for the first time that his arms were fastened tightly around her waist. “Oh!” He said, releasing her, “oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Macy said, smirking at him and trying to push herself up off the floor. A second later she slipped and fell back down on top of him.

“I am so sorry!” She said, freaking out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…” she trailed off, eyes locking with his. Kevin swore his heart skipped a beat.

“It’s okay,” he responded in a whisper. Even though it wasn’t really okay. It was less than okay. He didn’t think he could take much more of her moving.

“I’m just gonna…” she trailed off, and he frowned. He didn’t want her to go, but he didn’t want her to keep shifting nervously either. Not to mention, people were starting to give them some pretty crazy looks.

Macy shifted again and Kevin tilted his head back, wincing when he cracked it against the floor.

“Are you okay?” She asked, more shifting.

“God, Macy,” Kevin said, “if you’re not gonna get up, can you at least stop moving around?” Macy swallowed and bit her lip.

“Am I hurting you?” She whispered. Kevin wondered why that sounded more seductive than he thought she meant it to sound.

“Something like that,” he responded. It would hurt if she kept moving and his tight pants got even tighter. So it was kind of like she was hurting him.

“I don’t know if I can get up…” she said, trying to hold still. She failed, shifting again. Kevin gasped, cracking his head against the floor again. God, he wished she’d stop. It was so distracting and he took a deep breath, trying to get his mind to wander elsewhere. He didn’t want to focus on the girl pressed against him.

“Try rolling off?” He suggested. Anything to get her off of him. This position was so uncomfortable. He might have to get Stella to loosen his pants a little. Especially if he was going to have more run-ins with Macy like this one.

“Okay,” she said, starting to roll to the side, only to be stopped by a crowd of students walking passed. “Oh god. I almost got trampled,” she said, rolling back on top of him. Kevin groaned. Did God hate him? Was that it? Is that why a very cute, athletic brunette with a football helmet on was currently laying on top of him? She shifted again.

“Macy!” He said, head hitting the floor again. She was going to end up giving him a concussion. He already couldn’t think right…now she wants to move all around and…straddle his waist?

“Sorry about this,” she said, straddling his waist, practically sitting on his stomach, “I’m gonna just stand up now.” Kevin didn’t say anything, he was too busy trying not to think,oh god she’s straddling my waist…over and over. By the way, it wasn’t working. Macy lingered for a few seconds longer. He wished she’d stand up. Oh god he wished she’d stand up. There were people around them. He had a reputation. And there was a girl straddling his waist in the middle of a school hallway. That just screamed scandal. He could see the camera phones whipping out now.

Almost sensing his aggravation, she struggled to her feet and Kevin looked up at her.Finally.

“It was nice laying here on the floor with you, Kev,” Macy said.

“Yeah,” he responded, sitting up and grabbing what she had previously knocked from his hands to the floor. It was real nice. He scrambled to his feet, and looked up and down the hall frantically. Why did this kind of stuff always happen to him?

“Well…” she said, flashing him a nervous smile, “thanks. See you tomorrow.” Kevin groaned inwardly. Tomorrow? He hoped she didn’t jump on him again tomorrow.

“Cool,” he said, voice breaking. She made him nervous and awkward and tingly…and…he swallowed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Ugggh. I hate how this turned out. Trying to find a literary magazine to publish my short stories. Suggestions?

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V-Neck: A JONAS drabble fic

I swear. I am so super-lame for writing this. I just couldn’t not write it. I need to stop watching JONAS. I’m gonna just go ahead and blame thiscoffeeshop (even though it was totally inspired by Irrevocablyamanduh-ily!) for this one too. You hear me, girl? I blame you.

V-Neck

Drabble.

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Stella Malone couldn’t take her eyes off of his neck. The way the v-neck dipped to show his collar bone and a little bit of his chest was intoxicating.

“Stella?” Joe asked, noticing that she had zoned out and was staring directly at-he looked down-his…chest? His face distorted in confusion. Was this what girls felt like then he stared at their chests? Awkward? Annoyed? A little turned on?

Stella was still staring, tracing the dip in his shirt with her eyes.

“Stella!” Joe said, waving his hand in front of her face, “Earth to Stella Malone.” Stella snapped out of it and, reluctantly, pulled her eyes from his throat to look at his face.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“You were zoning out,” he said, adding in his head, and staring at me me like you wanted to jump me. Not that I’d mind… Joe smirked at that thought.

“Was I?” Stella asked, laughing nervously, trying to look anywhere but the place where his v-neck dipped down. Joe noticed this.

“Yes,” he responded, scooting closer to her and leaning over in a provocative manner before asking, “Do you like what you see?” Stella’s face flushed as her eyes went to his chest again. She wasn’t sure how to answer his question. Did she tell him the truth? Or did she deny it. She didn’t think she had the strength to deny it anymore.

“I…I…” She stuttered, blushing, “I certainly hope that question was rhetorical, Joseph.” She mentally kicked herself. Honestly, was that the best she could come up with?

“Honestly, Estella,” Joe said, “Is that the best you can come up with?” Stella watched his lips as he spoke, shocked at his question.

“What’re you talking about, Joe?” Stella asked, willing all the things she was feeling to go away. Joe moved closer to her. He was on his knees know, hands on either side of her lap, palms against the floor. His face was dangerously close to hers, his brown eyes flickering with amusement as her face flushed and her breathing hitched. He tilted his head slightly.

“This,” he said in a whisper, capturing her lips with his. Every sarcastic remark she could think of melted away in that kiss. He pressed himself into her farther, not stopping until she was flat on the floor beneath him, her fingers tracing against his collar bone gently. He kissed her roughly, pressing his tongue against her lips, pleading for entrance. She felt like the was going to stop breathing as she parted her lips.

Stella traced the v in Joe’s collar, sending sparks of electricity through his body.

“I love this shirt on you,” she said, a bit breathless, once he had pulled away. He smirked down at her.

“Isn’t that why you designed it?” He asked. Stella smirked back.

“You’ll never know.” Joe snorted and kissed her again.

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I am so lame. And the “Do you like what you see?” line is totally and completely, shamelessly inspired by Suburbs. I had to incorporate it into a fanfic at some point. I wanted to see if I could push it to the point where Stella took Joe’s shirt off, but…I don’t see them ever going that far.

the way i want this to be always

It’s been so long, I’d forgotten how good it felt to rest against you like this.  I know we’re both crying now, but I can’t help thinking how amazing it feels to have my face resting against your chest and your arm around me.  

I can’t explain it, but I want to be here with you…like this forever.  It’s comforting to feel this sensation of belonging.  Your hand brushes over my hair and down my back and I’ve never felt so much love for you.

The way things are right now, with you smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head and lacing your free hand with the one I placed on your chest…I wouldn’t trade this for the world.  I feel the sting of tears being brought forth and a smile coming to my lips.  

My thoughts immediately shift to a song from the opera we watched together and I feel the tears roll down from my eyes, down my cheeks and over my lips.  

I never knew I’d love you so much, but I do.