Magcon Imagines

Jack Gilinsky :)

You lay sprawled across your couch as you impatiently awaited the return of your boyfriend, his flight was supposed to land a couple hours ago and he insisted he would come to you but so far you heard nothing.

You were worried at first but after making a few calls to the airline you discovered that his flight landed safely on time, so now you waited for his arrival so you could call him out on whatever bullshit he came up with this time.

You didn't understand why he didn't want to see you, it'd been months whilst he travelled on tour and the entire time you two spoke of how much you missed each other and now it seems he just couldn't care less. You were beyond angry at him and you needed to let out your anger in a way that wasn't yelling at the tv every time the adverts came on.

As if on cue, you heard the door unlock and when you glanced over your shoulder you spotted Jack dragging his suitcase behind himself. He quickly slammed the door shut, being as loud as possible to ensure you could hear him entering but you turned and faced the tv, ignoring him.

"Y/N! I'm home! Where are you?" You could imagine the smile on his face but you were too mad to reply so you let him find you by himself which eventually he did. "There you are. Did you not hear me come in?" You shrugged as he collapsed onto the couch beside you, immediately consuming your body in his arms.

You smiled at the feeling but came quickly to your senses and squirmed away from him.

"What's up, baby?" He frowned, finally noticing your mood but you shrugged and turned towards him.

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news but where have you actually been?" You narrowed your eyes at him, your frown deepening as you stared him down. "I was worried sick. Your flight landed hours ago."

His shoulders slumped back. "Can we not argue? I literally just got home."

"Yet you had better places to be, obviously." You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest, turning away from him.

"I can't take you seriously with your accent, baby, you know that." He groaned and furrowed his eyebrows tightly. It was true and you knew it. Sometimes you did milk your British accent a little more than necessary because you knew it would work him up. But he deserved it.

"Jack, I'm serious." You mumbled, your anger seething as you began to really wonder who he was with instead of wanting to spend time with you. "Did you go somewhere before coming here?"

He straightened his face out as you glanced over at him, peeking at his expression. Your heart sunk a little when he nodded and immediately the worst crossed your mind.

Was he cheating on you?

"I was with Sammy and Jack." He admitted quietly and within seconds your sadness was replaced by your returning anger. He just went on tour around the country with them and the first thing he does when he gets home is spend more time with them?

"Are you joking?" He shook his head and you rolled your eyes. "I can't believe you!" You raged, losing your cool. "I haven't seen you in months and the minute you get home you spend more time with the two people you spent the absolute most time with whilst you were away!?"

"Calm do–"

"Don't tell me what to do." You snapped and you could see the small smile on his face. "If you even dare say anything about my accent or my face or anything even remotely about me physically, I will not hesitate to hit you."

His lips straightened out and he coughed to cover up his initial intentions in fixing this problem. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"No."

"Y/N." He groaned impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I bet the whole I miss you was just bullshit so you didn't have to break up with me over the phone, right?" You bit nervously onto your quivering lip, hoping for once your would be wrong about him.

"What? No, Y/N you're getting this all wrong–"

"Then why do you just not what to be around me?" You groaned, frustrated with him now. "Am I really that unbearable?"

"You're seriously taking this the wr–"

"Then enlighten me!"

"Wow, okay! You're acting like a fucking child!" He raised his voice as he lost his temper for a split second and you balled your hands into fists. Normally his short temper was a complete turn on but not when he lost it with you.

"Then stop acting like a bastard and tell me–"

He cut your rambling off as he grabbed your face in his hands and pressed his lips onto yours. You froze for a moment and all your anger seethed as you focused on kissing him back, a small smile forming onto your face.

"You're so hot when you're angry." He mumbled after the both of your stared quietly at each other. "Say it."

You chuckled and whined at his request. "No!"

"Please!"

"No!"

"Please!"

You paused before you spat it out in defeat. "Carpet."

His eyes lit up and he kissed you briefly. "Your accent is so..." He finished his sentence with an incoherent use of mashed up words, making you smile at his uncomfortable cuteness.

"Now you say it." You smiled in revenge.

"No." He laughed and you couldn't help but stare as his entire face showed complete happiness. You loved him so much.

"Please?" You frowned, pouting out your bottom lip just to work around his stubbornness. "I said carpet for you."

He stared for a minute before replying. "Hoagie."

You cracked up laughing and he just smiled as you did so. Such different dialects created great conversations sometimes.

"I love you," You choked out in the mist of all your laughter not even realising you'd let it slip until his lips pressed against yours, the two of you smiling into it.

"I love you too."

"You do?" You smiled, furrowing your eyebrows together in disbelief. You couldn't believe you even doubted him for a moment.

"Obviously." He mocked your accent and you blushed, hitting him lightly telling him to shut up. "Seriously, I'm sorry I didn't come home right away, I just wanted to get some last things sorted with Johnson and Sammy and it took longer than an–"

You shushed him. "It's okay you don't have to explain anymore."He smiled and you smiled because the contagiousness of that boys smile was dangerous. "I love you." You mumbled again, getting used to the way it just rolled off the tongue so naturally.

He kissed your forehead. "I love you also."