Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

N.M - Protective

• Can you make an imagine where you and Nate are dating and you and Gilinsky are arguing over something and he gets mad and grabs your arm and Nate comes back in and gets really protective?

-- (Y/N's POV) --

It's one of those nights again, one of those nights me and my boyfriend, Nate, end up in in our friend's house due to boredom. We've done it three Friday's in a row now, but they're our friends and I couldn't ask for better ones.

"Yo dude where did all the popcorn go?" Sam whines from the opposite side of Nate that I'm on, the bowl of popcorn was on Nate's leg so that we all could reach considering the Jack's were on the floor in front of us with their backs against the front of the couch.

"I don't know." Nate shrugs, I giggle.

"Well go make some more you idiot." Sam orders, Nate sighs and gets up to go make some more popcorn.

I notice a bright flash go off in front of me, coming from Gilinsky's phone. He took a snapchat of me. That idiot. Before he realises I caught him, I snatch his phone and run around the couch as he yells for it back. I tease him, outrunning him as Sammy and Johnson cheer me on. My thumb must have swiped across the screen to open his texts because I see a text from a familiar girl's name with a nude picture she sent him. My eyebrows furrow, as I realise it's my sister. I swipe up a bit, dodging his hand as he tries to grab it from my hands.

He asked her to send him those, she said no once but gave in the second time he asked. "Jack what the fuck is this?" I ask angrily, holding up the text messages to prove he asked my younger, by one year, sister for nudes.

"It's none of your fucking business that's what." He retorts, trying to get his phone back but I put it behind my back, leaning against the wall.

"It's 100% my business you asshole, that's my sister!" I yell back, pushing him back as he steps closer to me.

"Guys chill, what's going on?" Johnson says, standing up from his seat.

"This asshole is asking my sister for nudes, that's what's going on," I shout, Gilinsky grabs my forearm roughly to pull it from behind my back and grab his phone, I whine in pain. "Get the fuck off Jack you're hurting me!"

Loud, panicked footsteps coming down the basement stairs catches everybody's attention. Nate throws the bowl of popcorn down on the floor as he sees Gilinsky holding my arm too tight and pins him up against the wall, making him let go and his phone to drop onto the floor. "I don't know what the fuck is going on but I know for sure if you ever touch my girl again then you won't live to see the next day, best friend or not." Nate says, looking him dead in the eye.

"Nate stop, it's getting out of hand," I say, ignoring the ache in my arm to push Nate away from Jack, picking up his smashed phone to hand it to him. "Sammy can I crash in the spare bedroom?" I ask, he nods awkwardly, picking up the popcorn as Johnson calms Nate down.

...

I wake up in the morning, Nate spooning me. My phone buzzes.

Gilinsky: U awake?
Y/N: Yes.
Gilinsky: Can we talk?
Y/N: I suppose.
Gilinsky: I'm in the kitchen.

I slide out of Nate's arms, gasping as I see the purple ring bruise around my arm, I put my Nate's hoodie on which he took off throughout the night and head downstairs to the kitchen. It's 6am so nobody will be awake.

Jack sits there, his head in his hands with his elbows placed on the breakfast counter. I walk around the counter and take a seat beside him, placing my hand on his tense back. "I'm sorry, last night ended pretty badly huh?" He bitterly chuckles, rubbing his tired eyes.

"No Jack, I overreacted but you don't know what happened to my sister when she sent pictures of herself a few years back when she was 16, they were spread and she's never been able to get them back from her ex boyfriend, he's the one that spread them. I know you're a good guy and you'd never do that but I just worry it will happen to her again, I stuck my her side and I promised her it wouldn't happen again." I sigh fiddling with my fingers.

He listens, nodding his head and sighing. He picks up my right arm and slides the sleeve up despite my protest, he sees the bruise and slams his hand down on the counter. I hug him from the side in attempt to calm him. "Jack we both overreacted, shit happens and we can move past it." I promise, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"I'm sorry too, now we've both forgiven each other, we gotta' speak to Nate when he wakes up." I mention, Jack places his head down on the counter as I rub his back.

"He hates me now, he'll never forgive me, shit." He sighs angrily.

"He doesn't hate you, he'll come round to it in a little while," I assure. "It's probably best to steer clear for the time being okay?" I giggle slightly, resting my head on his back.