Jack Gilinsky drunk texts his friend one night, except it's not his friend. It happens to be a girl named Ana, who doesn't believe him when he says he's Jack Gilinsky.
Not just texting.
A compilation of imagines that I've written from my tumblr account about the Omaha boys. Also, the reader is named Y/N (your name) & I'm too lazy to edit it.
J. Gilinsky | J. Swift | S. Wilkinson | J. Johnson | N. Maloley (in that order)
( * ) are smuts