#jack gilinksy imagines

[kyoongist]

March 14th: Jadison

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[realisticsigns]

Anyone

Early mornings

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[devil-in-those-eyes]

another jack g smut plz !!!

Omfg lmfao do people even read Jack G smut anymore?

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Masterlist

David Dobrik

I Love You

Grayson Dolan

Eye to Eye

Love All Your Curves

Under The Mistletoe

Fell For You

Wrong One, Right Time Part 1 Part 2

Fall Together Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Ethan Dolan

Ex Husband

Excuse Me

Eleven Blocks

Jack Gilinsky

Don’t Say Those Words

Calum Hood

Loneliness

Michael Clifford

In Love With The Devil

Face Behind The Art

Harry Styles

Pebbles on the Window

Louis Tomlinson

She’s The Girl You Marry

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Last Show | Jack and Jack

Requested? Yes! Sorry it took like a year 

Warnings? Uhhh swearing? 

Word Count: 1,270 (I feel like this is kinda short and could literally use another part I’m sorry) 

Part 1 is here

Gilinsky didn’t talk to you or Johnson for the last few stops of the tour. You were beyond pissed that he was acting this childish but happy to have Johnson offering to help you.The last few stops were some of the best even though you weren’t feeling the greatest. You knew by the time tour was over, you would have to tell your parents about the pregnancy.

It was your last show and it felt extremely bittersweet. It had been an amazing tour with a ton of ups and downs but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. However you missed G and all of your late night talks. But he refused to come to an agreement with you and you couldn’t be around someone that didn’t even want to take care of their kid.

“You ready?” J asks you as you stand by the side of the stage doing your warm ups.

“More than ever.” You respond and smile widely at him. He pulls you into a tight hug and he offers you praises before pushing you towards the stage.

Your last show truly ended up being the best. Everyone had time to learn your songs by now and the entire crowd was singing along with you, a feeling you would never get tired of. Just as you’re about to sing your last song of the night, you decide to talk to the crowd a bit.

“LA you have been fucking amazing.” You sigh out and the crowd cheers. “And because of that, I feel like telling a story and I can because it’s my last show.” You joke.

“3 months ago I got the amazing opportunity to come on tour with two of the best guys I have ever met and it has changed my life. We’ve had our ups and we’ve had our downs but I wouldn’t trade this for anything else.” You look over to where the Jacks are standing by the side of the stage.

“Thank you for this opportunity. I love you both so much.”

Your next and last song starts playing and you sing your heart out one last time for the crowd. When it’s over, you stand and look at the crowd chanting your name and a tear slips out.

This is all you ever wanted for your entire life and now it was over. Before you can get too emotional, you head off of stage and straight over to where the Jacks are standing. Johnson pulls you into a tight hug and you start to really cry.

“You did amazing.” Johnson says before pulling back to look at you.

You look over to where Gilinsky is standing and he opens his arms to you. You dive into them, a wide smile spreading across your face. You missed him so much and this tiny gesture meant the whole entire world to you.

When he pulls away he lifts a hand to your cheek and wipes away your tears. “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you.” You respond and he hugs you tightly again. Before he can say anything else though, Johnson pulls him away and the two are up on stage singing their hearts out for the last stop on tour.

You were beyond ecstatic that G was somewhat talking to you again. While he still didn’t seem to want to support your or your child, you hoped the two of you could talk it out eventually.

For one last time, you watched the Jacks kill it up on stage and you had never screamed so loud in your life. It was the best feeling to watch your idols and now best friends live their dream and perform for adoring fans.

“You did amazing honey!” Your mom calls out to you after the Jacks finish their set. Your dad had somehow convinced your entire family to come see you. It made your last show a thousand times better.

However, the minute you saw them you knew you had to tell them. You wanted this night to be perfect and wanted it to be remembered forever but you couldn’t keep it in any longer. You felt so alone this entire time especially since Gilinsky had rejected you and hoped your family wouldn’t react the same.

“Can I tell you guys something?” You ask and your family pauses. Your mother adorns a confused face but your father seems more willing to listen. “I’m pregnant.”

The next moments happen in slow motion. Your fathers jaw drops open as the news hits him slowly. Your mom freaks out instantly, asking a million questions all at once and your immediately regret telling them.

“This! This is the reason I didn’t want you on tour with them!” Your mom yells and you roll your eyes.

“You didn’t want me on tour cause you didn’t believe in me!” You snap back and your mother shakes her head.

“Who’s the father?” Your dad asks.

“Probably one of those boys.” Your mom mutters bitterly gesturing to the Jacks.

“Why do you care?” You ask her.

When the Jacks get off stage, they find you standing to the side with your parents. The argument looked heated and the two best friends weren’t sure what to do. As they walk closer, G catches a snippet of what your mom is saying.

“Because! My daughter is going to be branded a slut!” She yells back and that shut you right up. You never ever thought your mom would say something that terrible to you.

Before J can stop him, G marches up to you and your mom and blocks you from her view. You pop your head around his shoulder to see your mom scanning Gilinsky up and down. You can already tell she's made the connection as she crosses her arms over her chest and stares at G.

“Don’t you ever call her that again.” G practically growls at your mom.

“And who the hell are you?”

“Someone who cares a whole hell of a lot more for your daughter than you do.” You were so surprised G was standing up for you like this. With the tension between you two recently you never expected him to protect you this way.

Before your mom can respond back, your dad takes her arm and pulls her away from you and Jack. Your stuck in place as G turns around to you and scans your face.

“Are you okay?” He asks placing both hands on your arms and sliding them up and down in a comforting manner.

“I-I don’t know.” You admit finally looking up at him. He nods his head and wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you out to the tour bus.

“What the hell just happened?” Johnson asks when the three of you are back out onto the tour bus. Gilinsky leads you to the couch at the front and sits down beside you. He takes your hand in his and rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“I told my parents I’m pregnant.” You respond numbly.

“Shit.” J responds quietly.

You’re all quiet for a minute as the realization sets in. What were you supposed to do? Would your parents kick you out? Would they help with the pregnancy? Would they disown you?

“What am I gonna do?” You finally ask. You look back and forth between the boys and Johnson takes a seat on the other side of you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean into him.

“We’ll take care of you.” G finally speaks up.

“No matter what happens.”

[urmomcoms-world]

He’s so fineeeee😭😩😍

[let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol]

Inks and Pain

     Jack’s grip on your hand was tight as he pulled you behind him towards the tattoo parlor. For months now he had his mind set out on getting a tattoo. He spent a few weeks talking to a tattoo artist; designing his tattoo, consulting on where he wanted it and whether or not it should be in color. Finally he was ready to get the tattoo done. Since it was his first tattoo Jack wanted you to come along as moral support.

“I swear if you pull my hand any harder it’s gonna come off,” you grumbled, feet dragging on the ground as you followed close behind. A smile came across his face and he let go of your hand to open the door for you. 

“Sorry I’m just excited,” Jack said, pulling you into his chest so that he could kiss the side of your head. “Thank you for coming with me,” he said. You rolled your eyes in amusement and gave him a smile. Of course he was excited. All week Jack had been talking about his tattoo and what the design was. You were glad he was getting the tattoo today. Already tired of hearing him rave on and on about it. 

“Gilinsky! You ready for this?” the tattoo artist asked, coming out from behind the counter and patting him on the back.

“Ready than ever,” Jack replied, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is Scott.” You smiled and shook Scott’s hand. 

“Please tattoo this boy before I strangle him,” you joked making Scott laugh at your words. Jack tugged at your hair playfully and you both were led towards the chair. “Did you remember to eat something?” you asked Jack, “If not I have a pop-tart in my bag and you can munch on that.” As usual Jack expected you to do some type of research. You were never too cautious about something and the fact that Jack was getting a tattoo for the first time made you research everything. It was something Jack both liked and disliked about you. He wasn’t sure which one to think now. Knowing earlier that morning you had messaged him to eat something. 

“I ate food, drank water, please stop worrying,” Jack smiled, taking off his shirt so that the artist could reach the spot he wanted to get inked. You closed your mouth shut, making a zipping motion over your mouth to say you wouldn’t talk anymore. You sat quietly and watched as Scott laid out the layout for the tattoo. 

“Is this good or do you want to change it?” Scott asked, holding up a mirror for Jack to see. Jack gave a nod and handed the mirror back over. Your eyes widened in surprise and you smiled at what he had chosen to get tattooed. Scott began to get the ink out and Jack’s eyes widened when he saw the tattoo gun. 

“Want me to hold your hand?” you questioned, already seeing him tense up. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Jack sighed, holding out his hand. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly. Your face scrunched up as the sound of the tattoo gun started. Jack closed his eyes and his breath hitched in his throat as the needle hit his skin. “Holy fuck that hurts,” Jack groaned, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You giggled, sending a kiss to his hand in comfort.

You dug two fingers into the Vaseline while your other hand dabbed at Jack’s tender skin. He flinched at the feeling of cold Vaseline landing on his skin. It was day two of him having the tattoo and you’ve been helping him every step of the way. You had never seen him act so much like a baby. Jack had shed a few tears while getting the tattoo and he was even more sensitive afterwards. You weren’t going to tell Jack, but you found it funny about how he was acting. He always put up some front and you found it cute that he needed you at the moment. “It looks nice,” you commented, delicately smearing the Vaseline around.

“It hurts like hell,” Jack sighed with closed eyes. A smile embraced his face as your fingers left his skin. The burning sensation finally cooling down. You wiped your hands on a towel and patted Jack on the shoulder.

“That should stop the itching and please don’t get it wet this time,” you sighed, remembering the instructions Scott had given him. You were about to walk away only to have Jack grab your wrist and pull you back into him. “What?” you softly asked, arms snaking around his neck.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” he hummed, nuzzling his nose into your cheek before giving you a kiss. “Thank you for coming with me, thank you for caring for me, and thank you now.” You grinned at his words and kissed him again. You already knew he was grateful even if he hasn’t said it until now. Either way you were happy to help and just be there to support him. 

[cammypearls]

hello im dying because of dead week but PLS let me know if you want new imagines or text aus from me! i decided to take a creative writing in fiction class next semester and i need to start writing again. so hml with some requests babess

[gilinskys-wifey]

MASTERLIST

        * this means a new imagine (from 2019) all others are really old (which means I was really young when I wrote them so they’re not really good)

Shawn Mendes imagine:

Can’t look at you *

I would never hit a girl *

Skate Maloley imagines:

Meet&greet (pt.2)

Jack Gilinsky imagines:

Two can play that game

The Omaha squad made me do it -SMUT

Matt Espinosa imagines:

Christmas love (kind of smut)

~Dillon Rupp imagines:

I Love You

Kenny Holland imagines:

Picture Perfect

Taylor Caniff imagines:

Love in the Back Seat of the Car

FANFICTIONS!

~Jack Gilinsky imagine: DON’T TRUST MAGAZINES

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

~Sam Wilkinson and Jack Gilinsky fanfiction: MESSED UP LOVE:

Part 1

Part 2

[babbbyally]

I want to go to a Jack and Jack concert so bad !

[realisticsigns]

Sammy

Apologies

[colorfulraindropsarefalling]

hey guys - im gonna link my masterlists from my main blog and my old imagines blog PLS send me the ones that are actually good enough to redo. im trying to make them all better (i was literally 15 when i wrote them). Also idk if i should change who the main characters are in the imagines as well (ex: instead of nash grier, make one luke hemmings). 

anyways thanks, id really appreciate it <3

http://colorfulraindropsarefalling.tumblr.com/masterlist http://imagineimaginations.tumblr.com/masterlist

[devil-in-those-eyes]

Here comes a Jack G Imagine!

Prepare yourself, pretty people. 

[imsopaigeyo]

Requests

So for some reason my messages were not pulling through. So I am very sorry to anyone who sent a request, just send me a knew one and I will happily write it for you!

That being said I would like to say I AM ACCEPTING REQUESTS!

All Fandoms will be accepted.

I do, imagines (that could possibly evolve to a au series) , smuts, ships, texts, and visuals.

I will have them done in under 24 hours.

Love always, ImsoPaigeyo

[laureninwonderlandxo]

Jack and Jack deserve the world

Me, everyday

[maloleysweekender22]

Second Choice

Another night that I lay awake waiting for him to come back to bed. Another night wondering where I went wrong. Another night knowing he’s with her when he should be home with me. This has been going on since he posted that Instagram picture. I try my hardest to get my mind off of it, but people commenting on my posts ‘did you and Shawn break up?’,’ is he cheating on you’, ‘they are much better than you and him.’

I twist my engagement ring between my fingers as the diamond sparkles against the moonlight shining in the room. The more I look at the ring the more my heart breaks. He said he loved me, but yet he spends time with another women. I stopped asking who’s calling at 2 a.m. in the morning. I stopped making dinner, going out, and making myself look good for him. Why put in so much effort when he’s not even here to seem me.

The door opened downstairs signaling his arrival. He footsteps have a bounce to them as he ascends the stairs. He opens the room and makes his way straight into the bathroom getting ready for the night. I watch as he does he usual rountine. A smile on his face when he receives a text. I get up and walk towards the restroom.

“Shawn?”

“Y/N shouldn’t you be asleep?” He tells me in an annoyed voice. He looks back at me before going back to type in his phone.

“Couldn’t sleep.... have a lot in my mind” I tell with my arms crossed. The engagement ring sits on his night stand along with every piece of jewelry he gave me. The clothes he bought hanged perfected in the closet.

“Whats on your mind then” he asks which I know he doesn’t want to continue the conversation.

“Me or her?” I ask him. Shawn freezes and turns around slowly watching me intently as he sets his phone down.

“What?”

“You heard me Shawn. Me or her?” He stops and looks away before mumbling ‘you.’ I scoff and turn away getting my phone.

“Y/N” you hear the worry in his voice settling in. He rushes out of the bathroom to see me walking down the stairs. As I’m about the turn towards the front door he hand grabs my wrist.

“You fucken hesitated Shawn! What does she do that I can’t! I do everything and I don’t see her rushing home to make you a home cooked meal. I don’t see her going out of her way to make sure you have a relaxing evening after a day at the studio. So Shawn what can she do that I can’t!” I yell out in frustration. He stares back at him shocks since it’s the first time I raised my voice.

“N-nothing” he says back.

“Well clearly she does something because you are never home. You smile when she calls or texts. You go out of your way to be available for her. When was the last time we went on a date? Because every time we do you leave five minutes after getting there. I’m done being your second choice Shawn Peter Raul Mendes!”

“You aren’t my second choice!” He yells back letting go of my wrist.

“Well act like it. Act like I’m your first choice then, but you don’t! I’m always second. I’m done fighting for someone who clearly won’t fight for me when I need them the most” I sigh out as I wipe a tear form my cheek.

“I’m fighting for you!” He says in desperation. He phone rings and he almost turns back to grab it, but stops. I scoff and look at him.

“No Shawn! You are fighting for me because I’m leaving. You should have fought for me before all this happened. I told you a year ago what I was feeling, but you played it off as insecurities and me being over dramatic. Go call her and tell her your free. I wish with all my heart your next fiancé doesn’t feel like this ever.” I tell him opening the door getting ready to step out of his life forever.

“Next fiancé?”

“Yes, Shawn because clearly I’m not staying with someone who doesn’t love me as much as I love them. I’m done Shawn and if you couldn’t get that from my absent ring finger then I don’t know how you will. Goodbye Shawn!” I leave and run to my car breaking down once I’m inside. I watch as he stares at me before running up the stairs. Through the open curtains I see him answer a call with a smile, that I didn’t know was fake.

A second choice that’s what I was, and I was tired of being that when I loved him with all my heart. I drive away not realizing Shawn ran back downstairs with my the engagement ring in hand. Rushing to put on his shoes to catch up to me. How he broke down when he found me gone and no longer in our his driveway.