Magcon (Tumblr) Imagines

Jack Gilinsky

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I sit in the distance, separated from most. Everything partitioned my thoughts and emotions. Every distinct little piece, it all matched up somehow.

He stood, perfectly still. Tall figure, the khaki pants, his overly large tank, paired with the famous ray bands.
I studied carefully every laying piece of him. His nicely tan skin, his toned build body, his incredible features. Everything was just so perfect about him; pure.
He was tall, charming, everything a girl ever wanted. He had muscular arms, the ones you always wanted to be held in. They were protective and warm, full of love. The way he tightened them together, you would see the veins; a girl's weakness.
His broad shoulders were the ones that made the heart melt. Easily to wrap your arm your arms over. They were hard and strong.
I peer down, remembering how I'd hold his hand in mine. Swinging them back and forth, full of memories. They were soft, large, and always warm with love. He'd smile at me, the genuine smile with the perfect white teeth. His top lip would roll over as he grins. I'd sometimes glare down to his chin, which would show his jawline. It was perfectly structured, somehow it was so even.
His eyes were a deep shade of brown, but not too dark. It was always full of lust whenever I'd look. It would always hold meaning, as if they were trying to tell me something. I'd finally reach to his eyebrows. He was most known for them. I wouldn't really know how to explain it, really. They were just perfect, and strong; maybe even too strong. They were dark, groomed, and nicely shaped.
I'd wake up in the morning, feeling his large arm around my small waist. He pulled me close, as his lips lay on my skin. He'd breathe softly as I run my fingers in his soft hair. He'd smile, eventually waking up. Leaving soft kisses along my bare shoulders, he's use his fingers to softly tickle my side.
No words spoken. We'd glare at each other, reminiscing everything we've had together. I'd take in his cologne from the night before. Wrapping my hands around his shoulder, would eventually turn to a tickle fight. Laughing numerous amounts of times, finally leading to the point where our stomachs hurt, we couldn't laugh no more.
The past had an effect on us & so did the future.

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