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[lushbarb]

y/n & j | hurt.

6 months postpartum

- the day -

It was about 6 PM when he came home and I told him I needed to speak with him.

Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yes” I tell him, knowing I’m not. My stomach is turning, my face is hot and I don’t know how to tell my husband that I know he is having an affair and I am about to leave him.

I don’t want to. At all. I love this man with everything in me. We have been through different stages of life together, watched each-other become parents, started our careers, and there’s not a day since we met that we’ve spent apart. He’s my world. My child’s father. My best friend and I can’t remember life without him. How can I leave him?

But also, how could he step out on me? On us? How could he look another woman in the eye knowing it’s not me and tell her things that only he should tell me and treat her a way he should only treat me. He made a commitment for the rest of his life to me, to us.

I can’t even think about looking at another man, let alone sleeping with one. The thought of hurting my husband makes me want to throw up.

My thoughts are interrupted by our son waking up so I bury my feelings and my thoughts because I have to be okay, I can’t let my kid see me not okay, isn’t that what being a mother is all about?

We sit on the couch and I ask my husband to join me.

My face is so hot and my stomach is doing backflips and I just want to cry looking at this man. I love him so much, how could he do this to me? But do I even want to know?

“Did you cheat on me?” I just flat out say it. What’s the point of wasting time? If I look at him any longer I’ll keep remembering how much I love him and then I’ll just give in, I know I will.

He looked shocked that I just asked like that, then he stared at me in my eyes for about 1 minute and immediately put his head down.

My heart sank. I let out a small sigh, looked down at my kid and there was the tears. I knew. He told me all I needed to know without saying a single wrong.

I had so much I wanted to say but did he deserve for me to say anything? 10 years of marriage so I felt that I deserved to speak and I needed an explanation but I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I didn’t want to think about my husband with another woman. Kissing, touching, being intimate with another woman that’s not me, his wife.

My eyes felt so low but I still looked up at him. He locked eyes with me and suddenly I saw a different person, I didn’t know him.

“I love you” he said to me, his voice choking up.

Why does it hurt me to see him hurting and upset? But I don’t know why, He hurt me. He betrayed me.

“I have so much to say and even though I don’t think I should be doing the talking, I also don’t want to hear you explain it to me because that will hurt me even more” I say. I wanted to ask you do you love me? Did our family mean anything to you? How could you ever look at someone the way you are only supposed to look at me and then come home to me? I wanted to ask that but I know you will tell me that you love me, our family means everything to you and that the affair was nothing to you and that it will never happen again but I know that it is not the truth because If it was you would never be able to do this to me” I tell him while crying. I didn’t want to cry but how could I not?

“I love you” he repeats while looking at me. “I’m sorry, I never wanted this for our son, we always said together forever and that he would see that.”

“His dad stepped out.” I bluntly say.

He wipes his face. There goes the tears. Now I’m getting angry, how are you crying when you broke our family apart?

I look at him and I can tell he is about to say something.

“You will always be the woman that was made for me. You gave me my son, a family and a new life. Some men dream about having the life I have, some men would kill for it and I took it for granted. I knew what I was doing and I didn’t stop it, I knew my family was at home and I continued it and I knew it would hurt you and a part of me didn’t care but also knew I would lose my family so I tried to hide it. “ he says.

Ouch. It hurts so bad to hear him say this but I also know it’s the truth.

“ Thank you for your honesty. I just don’t understand” I reply. We were fine one day. What did I do? What changed?

“Don-“ he tried to speak.

“What did I do to make you fall out of love with me? To make you not care about us? It’s not just me you should’ve thought about. We brought a child into this world and you should’ve thought about him, you didn’t think about him!” I cried.

“Stop blaming yourself.” He tried to move closer to me but I put a hand up to stop him.

“No. Don’t do that. You’re wrong.” I say.

He moves back to his original spot on the couch.

“Are you leaving?” He asks me. “Taking him with you?”

I look down at my son and my heart hurt. He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves for us to be a happy family and I can’t even look at my husband because I never wanted this, I don’t want our family to not be together every day but I can’t stay here, it won’t be the same.

“Yes” I tell him softly. “You know I don’t want you to feel like I am taking him from you.”

“You are, I don’t want to be without him or you.” He sits up.

“I have no choice. We talked about this before and we had a solution we both agreed on so it is not my fault you forgot about that when you decided you didn’t care to keep your family anymore.” I sharply tell him.

“Stay.” he tells me.

“No.”

“I love you.” He puts his head in his hands. “I love you.” He repeats with his head down.

“No.”

“You want to take my kid and figure it out but I don’t want to be without you.”

“Stop.” I say.

“You’re begging me to stay after you cheated on me. You’re selfish. You are still not thinking about me or our son. You were here but not here. You didn’t treat us like you loved us or wanted a family but here you are acting like you are going to miss us so bad and we aren’t even gone yet. It’s not easy for me to leave, it’s so fucking hard to look you in the eye, tell you we’re leaving and come to terms with it because I was present, I always thought about you and our kid. I don’t care for your apology because you haven’t said much about you cheating, just begging me to stay. Stop.” I say to him.

“How did you find out?” He asked me softly.

“I always knew.” I tell him. “I always knew because I was always alone, slept alone, woke up alone, watched our son grow alone, and ate dinner alone. I shouldn’t be alone if I have a husband so where is my husband? I knew right away. For the sake of our family, I always wanted to get it out of my head but the signs were all there.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you and I’m sorry I am the reason we are like this.” He tells me.

“Tell that to him.” I say to him as I stand up with our son and head to the bedroom.

[realisticsigns]

Anyone

Early mornings

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[yourescapetofiction]

Jacks Save The Day

Anon Request: Hi! I love your imagines and blurbs. Could you please write an imagine or a short blurb about y/n dating gilinsky and she gets drunk with Johnson and gilinsky and they get super protective when a guy starts to hit on her and she doesn’t know what’s happening cause she’s too wasted? Thank you so much! 😊

“Y/n! Get ready! We’re going out to celebrate tonight baby!” I heard yelling from downstairs. I slid my bookmark into the page of my book before placing it on the bedside table. I padded over to my bedroom door and made my way to the landing at the top of the stairs.

Directly beneath me was the beautiful dark haired boy I’ve fallen in love with. Jack Gilinsky. We’ve known each other since high school but got together after we had actually left school when I attended one of his and Jack’s shows. Jack Johnson was a close friend and the other half of the duo Jack & Jack.

“What are we celebrating? Why all the yelling?” I giggle draping my arms over the railing to get a better look. G’s smile spread from ear to ear, I didn’t think it could get any wider.

“The studio approved a full-length album” he said gleefully, full of wonder.

“What?! Jack! That’s great!” I screamed, bounding down the stairs and jumping into his arms. He caught me, not expecting this strong of a reaction, and laughed into my hair.

“I see you told her the good news” Johnson chuckled as he made his way into the living room.

“Good? J, more like fantastic!” I yelled, giving him a hug next. “Congratulations, this is really big for you guys.”

“It is, which is why we want to celebrate properly, just the three of us” J replied.

“Let’s hit that new club downtown, I heard it has a really relaxed atmosphere, plenty of private booths we can just hang at” Gilinsky suggested.

“Sounds great, I’ll be down in an hour” I say giving Jack a quick kiss to the cheek before climbing the stairs two at a time to get ready.

An hour later...

I emerged from my bedroom in a cocktail dress and heels, ready to celebrate this big news tonight. Gilinsky could hardly contain himself when he saw my outfit.

“Damn, just damn” he muttered, biting his lip.

We ubered to the club, preparing ourselves for a night of drinking and not wanting to deal with driving.

We made our way into the dimly lit club, and found a vacant booth with wrap around seating surrounding a table. We ordered a couple bottles and commenced our celebration.

“To the two best Jacks I know” I say cheerily, raising my glass in a toast. The boys laughed and clinked their glasses with mine.

A few hours had passed and we were so many drinks in I lost count.

“I’m just going to use the ladies room” I half-yelled over the music. They give me a nod, but not before Jack pulled me in for a kiss.

On my way out of the powder room I felt a hand grab my arm, a semi-attractive guy in his mid-twenties gave me a big flirty smile, clearly about to lay on some moves. I was preparing my “I have a boyfriend, so no thank you” speech when he caged me against the wall, clearly not interested in the answer no.

“Come on baby, let’s dance” he crooned.

“No thank you, I have to be getting back to my boyfriend, he’ll wonder where I am” I answer trying to duck underneath his arm. I didn’t fully realize the danger that I was in, I was too many drinks in and thought he was just being friendly. Sober me is kicking myself.

“Come on, at least let me buy you a drink. You’re gorgeous and I will kick myself later if I didn’t get the chance to at least have a drink with you” he said trying to lean in for a kiss now.

In one swift movement I felt like I could breath again as this guy’s body was no longer on top of mine. I look to my right to see him the one now caged against the wall. Gilinsky.

“What do you think you’re doing” he growled out, twisting the guy’s arm.

“You back off and leave her alone” J stepped in. I never heard either of them speak so angrily before.

“If I even see your face around here any more, I promise you won’t ever want to see me again” G growled. The guy look pissed and afraid at the same time.

“Alright, alright. Message received” he stammered.

G threw himself off of the guy and he slumped to the floor, half wasted.

“Thank god you guys showed up when you did, that was getting a little too intense” I say uneasy.

“We knew you were drinking a lot tonight, and you are such a nice drunk so you probably didn’t realize this guy was being a huge creep” J said, making me laugh slightly.

“Nobody will ever mess with you, you’re my girl, you know that right?” G said, grabbing my chin to look up at him and staring into my eyes intently.

I nodded as he placed a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you Jack” I smile into his chest.

“Oh, and you too Jack” I shoot a playful smile at the other Jack in my life.

[sextingwilk]

AU: Sammy and you started off just with innocent flirting, until you became a thing. The only people knowing bieng your closest friends..

REQUESTS OPEN

(sorry this post took so long, i used a different site to make the gifs)

SIDE NOTE I AM SO SORRY THE TEXT IS SO SMALL IT WAS THE SITE I USED..I hate this omg

[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

[devil-in-those-eyes]

Gone Chp 4! Jack G Story!

Hello! I didn’t think I would post anymore because I didn’t think anyone was actually reading this, but thanks to a couple anons, I decided to post!

           Upon getting that text message, you immediately called Brenda, already annoyed with a conversation that you hadn’t even had yet. You didn’t understand what she wanted from you, you had already called her last night so she could come clean up their act, that was enough. Brenda picked up on the second ring and you spoke immediately, “What is it, Brenda?”

           You and Brenda had never liked one another, she was helping the guys with their music and getting them into the world, but she was a little slow on getting them away from the toxic people that Jack let into his life. She knew about all the times that Jack drank too much, did too many drugs and partied too hard, all because people pressure him, but she wasn’t doing much to rewind it. Too Brenda you were the overprotective childhood best friend, that wasn’t good for his image because girls always liked artists who were single and ready for groupies. And even though he had dated other girls, they were the gorgeous ones and you were the one always by his side and always being rumored to being his girlfriend, either that or the one he cheated on his real girlfriends with. You were almost positive Brenda threw a party when you dropped all ties with Johnson and Jack, finding a place in the heart of downtown LA with Maggie.

           “I thought you’d like to know how it went with the label.”

           You sat there, shocked to not hear a tone in her voice, meaning that the meeting went a little more south than she originally claimed. You pulled your legs into your chest and rested your back against the headboard, “Were they dropped?”

           “No,” Brenda said then sucked in a deep breath, “but Jordan and Jeremy are now making Jack go see a counselor, along with drug tests and Johnson has to make him take a breathalyzer. They’ve also banned him from having contact with Val and her friends.”

           “Good,” you said slowly, feeling a smaller wave of relief hit you. It was about time.

           Brenda went silent for a moment, so silent that you actually looked at your phone to see if she was still there, but when you put the phone back to your ear, she began speaking with words leaning towards appreciative, “Listen, Y/N, I know we never got along, but I just wanted to apologize. I should’ve seen what was happening to him while he was with her, this has been a long time coming and eventually they will understand why you did what you did.”

           “Being apart of the music industry doesn’t mean they have to party and drink all the time, Brenda,” You told her, “not if it means them getting hurt.”

           “I know,” Brenda agreed, “it’s not until now that I realize around you, Jack was who he needed to be. Around Val, it was nothing but drunken, nasty fights. You are good for him, Y/N. I hope you don’t shut him out now that he’s getting help”

           You sighed but Brenda didn’t wait for a response, “I just wanted to call and let you know what happened, and to say thank you.”

           “You’re welcome,” you told her and hung up the phone. You slid back down under your covers and turned on your tv because fuck this.

Jack-

           This was the last place I wanted to fucking be and I had one person to blame for this.

           Y/N.

           “Let’s start with something simple,” Nadia, my counselor, said while sitting on a blue chair across from me. I raised an eyebrow and she said, “like who Jack is to you.”

           “My best friend,” I told her, crossing my arms over my chest.

           “I’ve been told you have known each other since kindergarten,” Nadia commented and slid one knee over the other, settling comfortably back into her chair while I felt completely out of place.

           Her office walls were an off white, every light in the room gave off something warm, and she actually overlooked a crowded street in LA. In any other scenario I would have enjoyed the view, because after chasing my dreams for five years LA has become my home and I loved everything about it, but I didn’t want someone picking apart my life. I knew where it went wrong, I mean for the love of God I had been there, but I was too stubborn to own up to my mistakes to anyone outside of mine and Jack’s friendship.

           “Jack says that you guys got along over the fact of the shared name and t-shirt.”

           I looked away from the view and at her, “How did you know that, an interview?”

           “No,” Nadia said, still giving me patience despite how uncooperative I was being. She smiled graciously, no hidden smirk behind it, “I talked to him yesterday.”

           “Excuse me?” I asked her, “Jack wasn’t the one sent to you, I was.”

           She still wore the gracious smile, her shoulders straight and showing no signs of giving in during this stand off of ours. I wanted her to give in and send me on my way, lying to the Label and telling them that I did as told, whereas she wanted me to give in and spill every dirty little secret inside my closet. She glanced down at her painted nails before looking back up at me, “Jack, I understand that you don’t want to be here because you think you don’t need help, but you’re wrong. I’m here to help you, Jack is here to help you.”

           But Y/N isn’t here to help me. The thought appeared inside my head before I could correct it, and stop it from ringing inside my head. I was torn between missing her, wanting my best friend back in my life, and blaming her for putting me in the chair I was sitting in.

           I looked away from her and out at the view, trying to keep Y/N out of my mind but it wasn’t working. “If you just let me help, Jack, this would be a lot less painful.”

           I looked back at her, “What is it you want to know, exactly?”

           “Everything,” she shrugged simply. “Getting everything out is the best thing for you,” she spoke again and watched me. I was so used to the judgement behind everyone’s eyes, it came with the territory with what Jack and I decided to do for the rest of our lives, but I was surprised to see everything besides judgement in Nadia’s eyes. She was still holding onto her patience, and instead of being a counselor she should have been a teacher because only teachers are granted this kind of patience. Nadia gave up on waiting for some sort of communication from me and said, “I know you believe Y/N is the reason you’re stuck here.”

           “Excuse me?” I asked her, my eyes narrowing in at her as soon as her name fell from Nadia’s lips. “Jack told you this?”

           “He told me everything there is to know about you and Y/N’s friendship,” Nadia confirmed, “because unlike you, he and Brenda think she is your best bet.”

           “Meaning?”

           “Meaning,” Nadia took in a deep breath and let it roll out of her mouth smoothly, as if at ease while watching me squirm, “that if Jack and Brenda can’t pull you out of this Alice in Wonderland hole, then Y/N sure as hell can.”

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[groovyzombiellama]

Requested imagine : Y/N is the youngest of the Kardashian/Jenner clan and is a lot more quiet and private than the rest of her family, but everyone loves her and support her relationship with Jack Gilinsky.

Hey anon, I hope you like it :) once again I overdid the limit, but oh well ;) ALSO I hope you don’t mind the slight error in the word always, on Kylie’s insta post. and the double m in coming on Gilinsky’s insta post. God damn, I knew I shouldn’t be ding this a 3am. Mistakes were made. Oh well...

[george-weasleys-goodgirl]

Okay wow it's been over a year since I've posted. But hi again! I hope everyone is still enjoying my posts, even tho I've been MIA. And if you're new here, welcome to my mostly old magcon members page. If anyone has requests for imagines (slight smut is aloud) or anything please let me know! 💖

[gilinksy-johnsonn]

Cheater. (Sammy Wilk/ Sk8 Smut)

This was a request from an anonymous sender. I hope you enjoy and it’s what you wanted! Go on and keep sending me some ideas to write for you guys. 🌸💗

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2:00 a.m the clock read. I was sitting on the couch in the living room of mine and my boyfriend Sammy Wilks shared home. I had been watching Netflix, staying up waiting for Sam. It was getting late and I had to work the next morning. I wanted to wait for Sam to get home but I was getting extremely tired and tomorrow was going to be busy at work. I turned off the T.V and headed to bed.

I woke up a few hours later and still no Sammy. I didn’t think anything of it because he’s done stuff like this before. I checked my phone and nothing from him either. I locked my screen letting out a sigh and rolled my eyes.

I got out of bed, took a shower and continued to get ready for work. As I was driving to work my favorite song came on and it reminded me of Sammy. I sat there on the way to work just thinking of him and I. How great our relationship was and how lucky I was. My thoughts were broken when I was Starbucks, of course I had to stop and get some.

I arrived to work, and immediately it was so busy due to the huge event we had going on.

Skip to after work

I got into my car, checked my phone and still nothing from Sam. I did have a text from Nate asking if I wanted to hang out later. I didn’t reply because I was hoping Sam would be home and him and I could hangout.

When I got home I had a weird feeling the minute I walked in. I then heard a laugh coming from our room. I put my stuff down, I smile because I new he was home and I ran to the room. I was immediately stopped by what I saw. I saw Sam and Stass, in my bed. The bed where Sam and I made love many times, the bed I slept in every night, the bed you shared with someone who you thought you loved.

I stood at the door, arms crossed watching them.

“Mhmm” I said clearing my throat.

“Shit, Y/N I didn’t know you were coming home so soon.” Sam said

“Oh I’m sorry I came to our home, should I have rang the doorbell?” I said angrily pointing behind me

Stass remained staring at me.

“I’m surprised you have nothing to say now because you had a lot to say before you saw me.” I said

“I would say I can’t believe you did this but then who would I be fooling, I new it was coming eventually.”

Tears started forming in my eyes and I rolled my eyes let a sigh come out of my mouth and I grabbed my stuff and started heading to the door.

“Y/N wait!” Sam said.

“What Sam, I want nothing to do with you. God you’re so good, so good. Just when I thought I could start trusting you again and believing that you loved me you turned around and did this.”

“Y/…” Sam tries saying before I cut him off.

“We’re done. You chose your side. I’ll come get my stuff tomorrow.” I said walking out of our home.

I got into my car and I call Nate immediately, he was one of the boys I trusted the most. I called him for everything, he was my first go-to

“Hello” Nate said

“Hey.” I said sniffling on the phone

“Hey Y/N you good?” He said

“can I come over?” I said

“Yes absolutely, come.” He said

“Okay, see you soon.” I said hanging up the phone.

I drove to Nate’s house, tears were just falling uncontrollably. I don’t know why I was so hurt. I knew he was a playboy type but after investing two years of my time and supporting him in everything he does and being alone, him making me believe he loved me. It hurt.

I got to Nate’s house and I knocked on the door.

“He… y/n what’s wrong?” He said noticing my teary eyes.

“I caught him… I caught sam cheating.” I said crying

He gave me a hug and brought me inside. Him and I sat on the couch and just talked we talked about the situation, we talked about what I should do about it, we talked about his music, my work, his touring. We realized it was hitting 11:00 pm when we finished talking.

“You can stay here if you want Y/N” He said

“Can I really? I asked smiling

“Of course”

He stood up let out his hand for me to grab it and led us to his room. He opened his drawers and gave me a pair of sweatpants and grabbed me a shirt from his closet.

“Thanks” I said

He smiled and kissed the top of my forehead.

I started to change and he turned around and said “oh, I’m sorry.”

“No it’s fine, I’m comfortable around you.” I said

He walked up towards me and leaned his forehead and ran his hands down my sides.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said

Our lips and bodies were very close he turned me around and leaned me against the cold wall, goose bumps were all over my body

“Kiss me.” You said

He kissed me so passionately, I knew it was wrong becquse Sammy and I technically didn’t break up but the way his sweatpants hung on his waist and his shirtless body just looked amazing at the moment. The way his tattoos and his jawline perfectly looked. I couldn’t help myself.

He picked me up and laid us on the bed and slowly pulled off my sweatpants. We went from kissing to him kissing me slowly down my body. He kissed from my neck to my belly bottom around to my thighs and soon my hot spot. The way he passionaly moved his tongue made me want him even more. He moved himself by slowly kissing my thighs and moving back to my neck. He slowly slid himself into me and we grinded our bodies slowly. Everything about what we were doing was wrong but felt so right. We were both moaning while kissing, we new we were hitting each others climax as soon as his thrusts sped up.

As we were finishing he kissed me and looked at me and said “you’re beautiful, Sammy is stupid.”

He rolled over next to me and out naked bodies cuddled into each other as the cold air hir our bodies.

“Thank you, Nate.” I said falling asleep.

“Goodnight.” He said.

I woke up the next morning rolled over and looked at Nate sleeping so peacefully. I got out of bed, out on some of his clothes and went down to the kitchen. I pulled out some stuff in his fridge and started to make breakfast. As I was making breakfast my phone buzzed. It was a text from Sammy.

Sam❤️: Can we talk?

Me: what is there to talk about? From what I think it’s nothing.

Sam❤️: y/n I screwed up I know but I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. She meant nothing to me. Where are you I’ll come over.

Me: she obviously meant something by the way you two were kissing and loving it up. Sam just move on and let me live and be me. We both know it was gonna happen sooner or later. I’ll be by to get my stuff. I’m sorry but you chose.

He didn’t respond after and I went on making breakfast. I felt hands snake around my waist was I was making bacon.

“Mm good morning.” Nate said nuzzling his head into my neck while kissing it.

“Good morning.” i said putting my hand on the back of his neck and playing with his hair.

I turned off the stove and turned around and put my arms around his neck, he then kissed me.

“Are you hungry?” I said

“I mean yeah but for something else.” He said grabbing my butt.

“Stop I meant for He delicious breakfast I made.” I said

He grabbed the plates and forks and I took the food to the table. We started to eat when Nate broke the silence.

“Y/n there’s something you should know.” He started

“What’s that?” I said with a nervous feeling in my stomach.

“I uh, well I kinda uhh, like you. Not just like you like a small crush, like every time I see you there’s a feeling in my chest in my stomach that makes me get a good feeling when you’re around. I get if you don’t like me either but I had to tell you since of what happened last night. I’ve been jealous ever since you were with Sam.”

“Nate stop, I like you too. I’m actually glad this happened with me and Sam.”

He smiled and leaned over and kissed me.

“Eat your breakfast.” I said

“Okay.” He said lifting me up and taking me to his, now our room

Hope you guys enjoyed!! Please keep sending ideas. I really want to start writing again. 🌸💗

[ohmylanes]

and now we got the whole stadium in love💛 i’m backkkk

[realisticsigns]

Sammy

Apologies

[yourescapetofiction]

Two

Two

Wednesday---5:05 PM

“You’re late” I state flatly. A slight smirk played on their lips.

“Our apologies, the traffic is really bad and all the streets blur together. Too many numbers” the blonde boy, who my research tells me is Jack Johnson, replies flippantly as if keeping someone waiting for hours is okay.

“Let’s get this over with then,” I turn on my heel and find an empty table towards the back where it was somewhat quiet.

“Shit. You’re all business huh?” Jack G chuckled as he spun his chair around so he could straddle it.

“Yes, well, some of us have deadlines we have to keep” I shoot him a forced smile as I fished my notebook and tape recorder out of my bag. My cheeks burned as I felt his intense stare on me the entire time. What’s he looking at? Probably the monster zit that decided to rear it’s ugly head this morning. Did I put concealer on it? Shit, I can’t remember. Wait, why do I care again?

“Alright so I’m just going to ask you a series of questions, basic get to know you type stuff, then shoot a couple photos for the column and we’re free,” I rattle off as if this is the hundredth interview I’ve conducted today.

“Alright, shoot” Gilinsky replied leaning forward a bit.

“When and how did you two meet?” I ask, beginning to scribble in my notebook.

“We met way back in kindergarten, at like five years old” Johnson replied with a laugh, as if he couldn’t believe such a thing was possible.

“Yeah we were wearing the same t-shirt, both named Jack, it was fate” Gilinsky finished. I nod and scribble their answer down in my notebook.

“When did you find you had a flair for music?” I continue.

“I think J has always been musically talented, he plays piano and taught himself a lot of cool songs he liked and I basically just started laying on some vocals one day” Gilinsky replied.

“Don’t let G fool you, he was in choir in school too, he didn’t just magically start singing one day. He’s always had that talent” Johnson replied.

The next ten minutes continued with inane questions such as favorite foods, colors, embarrassing stories about one another, you name it. My internal self-righteousness was screaming; this is such a waste of time. I should be interviewing senators, Spielberg, anybody! 

By the time I reached the last question I hardly knew what I, or they, were blabbering on about anymore. All of these questions seemed to blur into the next one, so without really reading or comprehending I regurgitated the last question on the list in front of me.

“So, any burning desires in the romance department?” I asked. As the words fell from my lips I felt myself die internally. Burning desires? Asking complete strangers about their romantic life? You’ve got to be kidding me. The guys chuckled and glanced at each other before raising their eyebrows slightly. I’m embarrassed for them. 

“I thought this was just the ‘basic get to know you’ stuff,” Gilinsky teased quoting my exact words from earlier. I cringed even harder and slid down into my seat. Any further and I’ll be on the floor.

“Oh jeez, I-I’m s-sorry about that, I didn’t know they included that...” I trailed off, clearly flustered.

“Let’s just say my past was messy” Gilinsky offered trying to redirect this awful trainwreck. I half-smile politely. 

“I think I have all I need here so you guys can go” I say throwing my shit in my bag as fast as I can.

“Woah, woah, woah, didn’t you need pictures?” Johnson asked. Damnit. He was right, I did.

“Oh..yeah I guess I do, but it’s raining and disgusting outside I don’t think I’ll have the proper lighting or scene for this” I rub my forehead, actually starting to stress out because I needed these photos, my deadline was Friday.

Clearly seeing me start to have a meltdown, as indicated by my eye twitch, the guys actually did something that made me feel better.

“Hey don’t stress it, we have like a million headshots laying around we can just forward them to you” Johnson offered.

“Oh god, would you? That actually saves my ass like A LOT, you have no idea” I sigh in relief.

“Do you have a phone number or something” Gilinsky chuckled, once again catching me off guard.

“Oh, shit. Right. Uhm...hang on my journal is here somewhere..” I say desperately clawing through my bag.

“Here, just use this” Gilinsky handed me his brand new iPhone XR with the new contact screen up. I gulped, is this really happening? He just needs your e-mail for work purposes, relax crazy.

I typed my name into his phone and attached my e-mail address that I use for business related things, and tapped save. His gaze never left me the entire time I tried to remember how to spell my own name. I was so flustered and honestly unprofessional, they must think I looked like an idiot who didn’t know what she was doing.

I stood to leave and the boys held the door open for me. I shook their hands as we waited out on the sidewalk.

“Thanks for meeting with The Review, I’ll be sure to send a draft of the article to your manager once it’s done” I say, side stepping to hail a cab.

“Yeah no problem” Johnson replied breezily.

At this point I was just dying to get out of here and into a taxi where I never look back. I just want to get home, write this article, then forget I ever met them.

“Hey, I’ll be in touch about those photos” Gilinsky smirked as he leaned into the cab I was climbing into. Oh, right. I guess it’s not that easy. I waved goodbye as my taxi sped off, I glanced behind me and could still see and feel Gilinsky’s intense stare for blocks.

I leaned my head against the scratchy vinyl seats of the cab and exhaled deeply. Well that was incredibly awkward. At least the hard part is over. I arrive at my apartment and set all of my things down on the bar. I slump onto my couch to take a breather. My phone pinged with a notification, so I unlocked it to see the little “1″ on my mail app. There in bold letters was an e-mail “From: Jack Gilinsky”

Hey y/n,

I’ve attached the headshots that you needed, let me know if you need any others.

It was great meeting you today, take care.

-Jack Gilinsky

Phew. There it was. A strictly professional e-mail just following up with what we had discussed, nothing weird. This is fine, all of that was in my head and I don’t have to see his god-like face again. I will be flustered no more! Then I scrolled and saw it.

P.S.

If you’re wanting to know more about my current dating life, a private interview can be arranged. Be in touch xxx.

And there it was. In small print at the bottom of his perfectly professional e-mail. a “P.S.” A post script. P.S. never adds anything good to a letter. It’s where you add everything you really want to say, or is too hard/risque to say in the main body of the letter. An offer to meet him, privately. Why did he have to bold the world private? Why three kisses at the end? That is what “x, x, x” stands for. Maybe he’s just being sociable after his time in Europe. That’s probably what it is, this wasn’t meant to be anything and I don’t have to do anything about it. I’ve got what I need to finish my assignment and that’s the end of it.

Right?

[wolvesandolan]

Let me love you - Ethan Dolan

Request: Can you do a imaginewhere Y/n has a abusive boyfriend and when she tells Ethan he saves her and he falls in love ❤️

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Abuse, swearing

My phone goes off again, the name “The Shit Twin” written across the screen.

Are you almost ready, I’ll be there in five.

I looked up at the mirror, sighing as my mascara smudged down my puffy face. The bruise was already forming on my cheek. A deep shade of purple that was going to be one of the most difficult bruises I would have to cover. My relationship with Blake hadn’t always been bad, I loved him. But now I feel like a dog on a chain that I can’t get out of. He doesn’t just hurt me physically but emotionally too.

Grayson and Ethan were my escape. They are my oxygen and are the only reason that I am still standing and breathing, my love for these boys is all that keeps me grounded. I apply the makeup that is needed to mask not only the bruise on my cheek but the hurt that I’m hiding behind my eyes.

Why haven’t I left Blake? Why haven’t I told Ethan or Grayson? It’s gotten to the point where I begin to believe that it is my fault. He’s psychologically destroyed me and mentally drained me. The beep of a car horn pulls me out of my thoughts. I grab my bag and run towards the car.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” Gray shouts from the passenger window. My mood lightens as their contagious smiles force my own to creep upon my face.

“I’ve missed you assholes!” I shout, gripping their shoulders as I sit in the back seat.

“Yeah, yeah!” Ethan says, waving me off. “We’re getting frozen yogurt, whether you like it or not.” He replies, steering the car onto a main road.

“Mm,” I reply, patting my stomach, “just what I need.”

“I’ll get the strawberry one please!” I say, pointing excitedly at my favourite flavour.

“I’ll get the cookies and cream.” Ethan says, licking his lips as he eyes off his food.

“And I’ll have chocolate.” Gray adds, pulling out his wallet getting ready to pay for all three.

“Oh, aren’t you a blessing?” I say, hugging Gray.

“I love you!” Ethan shouts, causing my instincts to kick in and I immediately brace myself. “What the hell are you doing y/n?” Ethan questions, squinting his eyes at me. I let out a sheepish laugh, what the fuck y/n, now you must think of something.

“Your stupid arm almost flicked me in the face, idiot! I was just bracing myself!” I laugh, turning to walk towards a table, nor Grayson or Ethan mention the issue making me believe that they bought my story. But I shouldn’t have spoken so soon. Typical Ethan and Grayson, telling each other stupid stories. Stupid Ethan for taking a sip of water and spitting it in my face from laughing so hard. Stupid me for wiping my face.

“What the fuck is that?” Grayson says, narrowing his eyes at me. “Do you have a black eye?” He questions, slightly tensing.

“What?” I reply, acting confused. “It must just be my mascara.”

“That’s not mascara.” Ethan replies, anger evident in his voice. “Why would you be hiding a black eye?”

“Did you get into a fight?”

“Did you knock yourself out?”

“Are you in any trouble?”

I begin to feel overwhelmed, my breathing becomes heavy. My eyes become watery as my throat feels as if it is going to close in. I can’t do this, I can’t. I erupt in tears as I choke on my words. Stuttering, I begin to sob uncontrollably. Grayson wraps his arms around me as Ethan stares at me in shock. The only word I can speak is his name.

“Blake.”

Ethan begins to pace, his jaw clenching, his knuckles white.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” He shouts, storming out of the shop. Grayson and I run behind him. “How many times has this happened?” He yells, throwing his arms in the air in attempts to calm himself down.

“I-I don’t know.” I stutter.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” He walks over to me, holding my face in his hands. “We could have stopped this, we could have helped you!” I become a mess in his arms, sobbing more than I ever have.  

“I told him to stop but he wouldn’t, so I’d push him away,” I look into Ethan’s eyes. “But he would just push me back.” I cry, hiding my face.

“You deserve someone who never lays a hand on you! You deserve true love y/n, you deserve everything you have ever dreamed of.” Ethan bends down to my level, squatting in front of me. “You deserve the love that people spend their whole life looking for. I can give you that love.”

I’m going to end this here, and I just want to say that no one should ever have to go through an abusive relationship. Below is the number for family violence.

1300364277

[luhslilbitch-blog]

Drunk ‘n Love - (SW)

Warning(s): sex, cursing, alcohol, Daddy kink Word Count: 1.531 Request? Yes

Your POV:

“Jack, I’m not really sure about this. You know how I get when I drink way too much,” you warned your childhood friend Jack Johnson. He has been pushing you to go to Nate’s party tonight, claiming that you ‘need to have more fun, and quit being a grandma’. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, the problem is that your long time crush Sammy Wilkinson is going to be there. You had met Sam three years ago while the Jack’s were filming the video for 'Like That’ in 2014. From the very first time you layed eyes on him, you immediately felt a ping in your heart. And here you are, three years, still crushing on the handsome man.

“Oh, Y/N! Just come on. This is about Sam, isn’t it?” Jack said smirking at the way you hid your face, ashamed.

“Okay, it might be— but only a little bit!” you tried to defend yourself as Jack continued to laugh. “You can shut up now, it’s not that funny.”

Jack’s body was sprawled out on your bed as his giggling continued, “I-I’m sorry, dude. It’s j-just so funny!”

“Just hush and help me find something to wear, JJ,” you said swinging your closet door open. Jack slowly began to calm down from his fit of laughter he got up to help.

“Jack, this is just a too bit revealing. Something else?” you asked, the shorts you have on had a large cutout on the sides that were lashed together loosely. The top was a cut bang tee with a plunging neck line, which reveals much more than you’d like. Jack had insisted that this whole outfit was perfectly fine.

“Quit worrying Y/N, you look pretty damn good,” he said handing you a pair of black lace up heels, “now put 'em on, bitch.”

“Uh-un. No way in hell I’m wearing those, my feet will fall off in pain,” you said pushing the heels into his chest.

“Do. It. Dammit.” he said shoving you onto your ass, placing the heels on you feet. “Now lets go!”

— (skip car ride) —

The music pumped loudly as you tried to weave through the large crowd of drunk idiots. You spotted your best friends Nate, Gilinsky, Dillon, Derek, and lastly Sammy standing in the kitchen with red solo cups pressed to their lips. Immediately the boys spotted you, you were handed shots upon shots.

“Hey, boys,” you shout above the loud music after downing the four shots.

“Surprised seeing you here. I thought you said you weren’t coming, Y/N?” Derek chuckled.

“I wasn’t going to, but JJ practically begged me to come,” you said looking at Sammy who was eyeing you up and down, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Damn, Ma. You look good, very very good,” a drunk Sammy said licking his lips seductively.

“Hey, Sammy wanna dance,” you asked shyly, looking at Sammy’s outfit. Holy shit, he looked good. He had on a loose fitting grey tee, which showed off his strong arms and the veins running up them. And a pair of ripped jeans, topped off with a pair of black vans. And his hair is perfectly styled as always.

“Of course, Ma. Ladies first,” he said as you led him to the packed dance floor. Your hips swayed against the beat of the music, his hands placed tightly onto your hips. “You are such an amazing dancer, baby girl,” he slurred into your ear.

“Is that so, baby,” you said grinding against his hardening shaft. He groaned lightly in your ear, the alcohol had definitely taken over your bodies as you guys sexily danced.

“Let’s take this upstairs to my room, baby girl,” he asked, grabbing ahold of you wrist. You followed closely behind him and up the stairway to his large bedroom. You stumbled forwards as your eyes scanned around Sammy’s large bedroom. You were brought out of your trance as strong arms snaked around your exposed waist.

“Y/N, lay down baby girl,” he whispered seductively in your ear, while kissing down your neck. You nodded your head and began to strip of your clothing, you were left in nothing but your panties as you placed your body against the cold white sheets

You were shocked when you felt both of your ankles being gripped and pulled down to the edge of the bed. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked at a shirtless Sammy. His body was nicely tanned and toned in a good way, as he was not too muscular and not lanky. “Sammy, please. I want y–” you got cut off by your own moan as Sammy kissed and sucked at the skin of your inner thighs.

“Shh, baby. Daddy’s got you baby girl,” he said as his he pulled your underwear down your legs with his teeth. He left sloppy kissing as he made his way back up to your soaking core, kissing everywhere but where you needed him most. You were about to complain when his tongue lightly flicked your swollen clit.

Your back instinctively arching up from the bed, “Uh, Sammy,” I moaned. His grip on your hips tightening harshly, “fuck, daddy! Just like that,” you whisper as he continued to suck your bundle of nerves. Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. “Uh, fuck. I-I’m going to c-cum,” you moan as Sammy’s movements became faster. You reach down to grip onto his brown locks as your back arched up.

“C'mon, baby girl, cum for Daddy,” he moaned against your heat. Your hand gripped his wrist that was holding down your hips as euphoria took over your entire body. “How was that, Y/N,” he chuckled as he wiped off the juices from his mouth and chin. You couldn’t even form words as your body felt completely drained.

“You certainly do know how to please a woman, that is for sure,” you slurred. Sitting up, you tug down his jeans and underwear, flipping your bodies over so you could straddle his waist.

You ground your heat against his hard dick as he tilts his head back groaning in pleasure. “F-fuck, just like that, baby girl,” he moans, gripping your hips to move faster. Quickly, he rolled you onto your back so he could be on top again.

“Don’t tease, baby. It’ll only make daddy angry,” he said slapping your ass hard. You yelped as he flipped you onto your stomach. “Face down, ass up, Y/N,” he said slapping your ass again. Sitting up on your knees, you shoved your upper body into the pillows as Sammy thrusted into you from behind.

“Oh, god! Fuck!” you shouted as he deeply thrusted at a slow pace, hitting your g-spot. “You like that, Ma?” Sammy smirked as he groaned.

“Mhmm, ah! Right there Daddy,” you moaned as his thrusts became faster. At this moment you were both moaning in pleasure. He grabbed your hair pulling your body up, your back pressing flush against his chest.

“You like being fucked like this don’t you?” He grunted as his pace quickened. A hard slap echoed in the room as he smacked your ass, “Y/N, answer me, baby,” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes! Yes, Sammy! Fuck, I’m going to-” you were cut off by Sammy, “Me too, Y/N, me too,” he moaned as his thrusts became sloppy. You screamed out as the coil in your stomach tightened, your body went limp as you moan Sammy’s name repeatedly. He moaned your name with a few profanities as his own release spills inside you.

His whole body collapsed as he tried to regain his normal breathing pace. He slowly pulled out as he peppered your neck with kisses. “That was a-fucking-mazing, damn,” he said kissing your forehead.

Your breathing came to a steady pace as did Sammy’s. You placed your head on his chest, his fingers traced shapes onto your exposed back.

“Sammy, I think– I, um, I should leave,” you said lifting your body from his, you had completely sobered up. Standing up, you began to look for your discarded clothing.

“W-what? I don’t want you to leave,” he said stopping your movement by grabbing your face with both his hands. “I-I like you, Y/N! Please tell me this was more than a drunk fuck to you,” he asked nervously.

You were so shocked you didn’t even know how to respond. “I, um, I guess not,” Sammy said dropping his hands from your face. You quickly registered what he said, and you pushed yourself flush against him.

“Of course Sammy. I’ve liked you for quite some time actually,” you said placing your arms around his neck.

“Oh thank god,” he mumbled, all upset erasing from his perfect face, “okay, please come back to bed?”

“Gladly, my body is worn out,” you giggled, laying back down your head in his chest again. He pressed quick kisses to your forehead as his hand traced invisible figures onto your back again.Eventually, his movements came to a halt as light snores left his lips. Your body slowly drifted to sleep as you listened to his steady heartbeat.

—- Hope this worked!! Requests are still open so keep 'em comin❤️

[davidobitch]

7 with Nate maloley?

7: “Woah..take me out to dinner first”

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“Oh my goodness, can we go already?” You shouted to your best friend as you followed her around this house party.

The music was too loud and everyone was either too drugged up or completely trashed. You started to regret coming with after the first 10 minutes. “Loosen up a bit, (y/n),” Your friend said as she dragged you into the main room. 

Out of habit, you rolled your eyes. You felt yourself tumble to the ground as someone bumped into you. Letting out a loud groan, you sat there on your knees for a second, brushing off your hands.

You looked up and instantly your face started to heat up as you realized you were completely in front of some guy’s crotch.

“Woah…take me out to dinner first,” they said jokingly, helping you up. You avoided eye contact as you apologized and explained what happened. “It’s not a big deal, babe, shit happens,”

You flashed a smile at him before scanning the crowd looking for your friend. Your attention turned back to the guy as he said, “Looking for someone? Maybe I can help,”

“I mean I am, but I’m just trying to get the hell out of this shit party,” You said, causing the guy to choke on his drink. You gave him a weird look and furrowed your eyebrows.

The guy shook his head and let out a little chuckle, “You probably shouldn’t insult the party to the person throwing it.”

Your eyes widened and for the second time, your face went red. “Wait, you’re Nate? Fuck, wow, I didn’t know, I’m sorry, it’s just…I’m not into this stuff,” You started to ramble, feeling guilty for saying the party was shitty, even though it was, “It’s a great party! Really! Just not my scene I guess,”

“Listen, baby, if you don’t like the party don’t try and save your ass for admitting it,” Nate said taking another sip of his drink, “I think for that you should definitely take me out to dinner.” A sly smirk formed on his lips as you jokingly rolled your eyes.

“Alright, deal. But this also means that you have to throw a better party next time, too,”

Nate’s hand grabbed onto yours as he pulled you closed to him, “Anything for you, beautiful,” he said, making you blush.