Hi Ive been super stressed and busy but
here goes another imagine.
This is for the anon who requested the cute
I’m Not Sorry
Johnson, Gilinsky, Nash and I were sitting
on the couch. It was snowing outside. We were up north somewhere and I was much
more used to the cold than the boys. They had experienced snow before, but I
was from Canada, so I was definitely used to cold weather. I had on leggings
and a sweater with some fuzzy socks scrunched down. The boys all had sweaters,
beanies, and sweats. They were still a little chilly. It was gorgeous weather
It was sunny and I wanted to go out and
play. I saw my mittens and hat sitting on the counter. The boys wouldn’t want
to go out because they were all absorbed in the video game we were playing. I
set down my controller and Johnson cried out. “Y/n! What are you doing? We are
“I’m bored. Gilinsky and Nash are no
competition,” I taunted.
“Hey!” Nash exclaimed. I tossed a pillow at
his head. He gasped.
I giggled. He set down his controller.
“Bro, what the hell?” Gilisnky groaned.
“Excuse me?” Nash confronted me, ignoring
“Sorry?” I answered.
“Sorry?” he mocked. “No you aren’t,” he
huffed and picked up his controller again.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed another pillow
and tossed it at Gilinsky. He flipped me off. They were no fun when they were
playing video games. I stood up and went to the kitchen.
“Hey, come back. I need my partner,”
Johnson called to me.
“Nope, you guys are boring,” I shrugged. He
“I don’t want to lose.”
“Then stop talking to me and focus on your
game,” I sighed.
I sat down at the counter by my bestfriend,
“Ugh. I wish they would stop playing video
games,” I groaned.
“Throwing pillows didn’t work?” she teased.
“No.” I rested my chin in my hand.
“How bout some ice?” she asked, with a
wicked grin. Laura and I always got into mischief together. She was from Canada
as well, and could handle the cold. We opened the freezer and grabbed some ice.
The boys probably thought we were just making drinks. I nodded to her and we
both ran up and dropped ice down the backs of the boys’ shirts. They all stood
up in anger.
“What the hell?” Johnson asked.
“Seriously?!” Gilisnky complained.
“You are so dead,” Nash threatened.
This definitely had gotten their attention,
but now we had three boys gunning for us. I grabbed my mittens and hat off the
counter and ran out the front door. Laura followed suit. The boys were hot on
I slipped into my converse and ran out into
the cold outside.
I ran into the backyard. I ran to the far
corner and I heard Laura running behind me. We turned around and saw the boys
standing at the top not looking impressed.
Nash took off after us and grabbed some
snow as he ran and made a ball. Johnson and Gilisnky were following him.
“Babe, you are sooooo dead,” Johnson warned
“Nooooo, you wouldn’t throw snow at a
little girl,” I taunted.
“Ohhh, you aren’t just a little girl. Don’t
play innocent,” he reprimanded me, tossing a snow ball at my head. I ducked and
took off running back towards the long winding laneway. Johnson had no chance
of catching me as he was in the backyard now.
I heard Laura scream out. Clearly she had been on the receiving end of a
snowball. When I reached the laneway I looked back and saw her in the snow,
laughing. Gilisnky was beside her, covering her in more snow. She was
squealing. She had had a crush on Gilisnky for sometime now. She probably
wasn’t too bothered.
Nash and Johnson were still targeting me
though. They had changed their intended route and were heading back up to catch
me. Nash was winded and was taking a break. Johnson was still furious at me. I
took off down the laneway and Johnson tackled me into a snowbank. He rolled off
of me and lay beside me in the snow bank. I giggled. “You just tackled a girl!”
“You totally deserved that,” he pointed
out. “You put ice down my shirt.”
“I’m not sorry about that. I was so bored,”
I defended myself.
He leaned over and kissed me on my nose and
then kissed down my neck a bit, sucking on my neck. I moaned a little. “Jack.
Don’t you dare leave a mark,” I warned him.
I heard him chuckle and then suck purposely
hard. “Mhmmmm. I wouldn’t dare,” he teased. I knew he had already done it.
“Jaaaaaacckkk,” I complained.
“I’m not even sorry,” he smiled and kissed
my lips. He stood up and offered me a hand. I grabbed onto it and pulled him
back down. He groaned. I jumped up. He stood up. “I’ll race you?” I offered.
Jack stood beside me at the end of the
“To the top?” he asked.
“Yep!” I shouted out and took off.
“Hey!” Johnson cried out and took off as
Even though I had had a two second head
start we were pretty much neck and neck. I sprinted, pushing down as hard as I
could. I felt Jack trying to pull ahead. We reached the top and Jack beat me by
a meter. I groaned.
“Noooooo,” I pouted.
He was panting. “I was not letting you
win,” he admitted, bending over and leaning on his knees.
“I wouldn’t have expected you to,” I
laughed, catching my own breath.
He straightened up and opened his arms. I
walked over and he wrapped me up in his warmth. “You are a little hottie,” he
“In more ways than you know,” I giggled.
“Oh, I think I know alright,” he responded
and leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Oh, well I think everyone will know after
that lovely mark you left on my neck,” I chastised him.
“Oh, just wear a scarf,” he laughed.
He released me from the hug and shivered.
“Cold?” I teased.
“Yessss. How are you not?”
“I’m an ice princess,” I smiled, spinning
in the snow.
“You are so cute,” he smirked. “Can we go
“Yes,” I sighed and stopped spinning. He
wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled my into him. I snuggled into his
warmth and shared my own with him. We headed back into the house.
“I’m sorry for throwing ice down your shirt
and making you cold,” I sighed.
“I’m not sorry for leaving a mark on your
neck,” he told me as we took off our shoes.
“You better be!” I exclaimed.
“Nope, I like leaving my mark.”
“Yeah well sometimes it’s okay if people
don’t know what we do,” I reminded him.
“Oh, a hickey on your neck is the least of
you worries,” he smirked.
“Jack!” I gasped as we headed back into the
house to see Laura making hot chocolate and Gilisnky and Nash wrapped in
“These babies can’t handle the cold,” Laura
“Yeah, my baby can’t either,” I chuckled,
kissing Jack’s cheek.
“I could use a blanket and some hot
chocolate,” he smiled.
“It is cold out,” Nask complained.
“Oh boo hoo,” Laura giggled.
“What’s on your neck?” Gilinksy asked.
“Just a little love,” Johnson smirked,
grabbing a blanket and sitting down on the couch.
“Seriously? In the cold you have time to
leave marks?” Laura rolled her eyes.
“Oh we have all the time in the world,”
Johnson smiled, pulling me onto his lap.
“And I’m not sorry about that,” I smiled
and kissed his cheek and snuggled into him.