there I love reading your imagines. I was wondering if you could do one when
your partner with Jack Maynard and you did a tag with his siblings for his
channel and you get along well with his siblings and cute stuff thank you I
hope you have a great day or night 💜
you write an imagine where you and Jack have a really cute moment while
You, your boyfriend Jack, his brother, Conor and his sister, Anna were filming a ‘Siblings Vs. Couple’ challenge for Jack’s YouTube channel. You, Jack and Conor were visiting both your families down in Brighton, where you grew up.
You had known the Maynard’s since you were a small girl and had been dating Jack since you were both teens. You really did have a fairytale romance; he was your first everything. First crush, first kiss, first relationship etc. You asked yourself everyday what you did to deserve someone so wonderful.
weren’t very happy about you moving out of the country.
sweetheart, you need your parents in your life. You’re only 22. We can’t help
you if you leave the country,” your father, Y/f/n said rubbing his eyes. You
three had been arguing for the better half of two hours.
“I’ll be fine!
This is an amazing opportunity!” you exclaimed.
“Do you really
want to be a reporter for the rest of your life?” your mother, your biggest
wanted to do this since I was a kid. You both know this.” You sighed, your
older sister had become a surgeon and your parents kept pestering for you to
follow in her footsteps. You stood up, “I’m not Y/s/n/! Okay? This is what I
want to do, and neither of you can stop me!” You began walking to the door,
keys in hand. That is until you heard your mom say the one thing that made you
“Y/n if you walk
out that door, don’t contact us again.”
You let out a
long, slow breath, lifted your head, and walked out the front door.
Now you were happier than ever. You had moved in with
your friend Mikey Pearce who you meet through an interview. You too clicked
instantly, but platonically. Through Mikey you met the buttercream boys. They
soon became your second family… well first.
However, there was one boy that just never liked you. Out
of all seven of the boys, the cutest one absolutely hated you. Jack freaking
So here you were filming a video with Mikey, Jack and
“Right, so hello guys,” said your roommate. “Today I’m
here with 3 guests. Y/n, Jack, and Josh. I thought it’d be fun to play Roommate
“We’re so gonna win this,” Josh said to Jack.
“Yeah right! I know Mikey better than any of you!” you
playfully shouted at Josh.
While Josh laughed, Jack had a different response, “Oh
just shut up. For once, please!” he barked.
“Mate…” Mikey said slowly, “Is that necessary?”
“She’s so bloody annoying!”
You lowered her head and began playing your thumbs.
“You agreed to do this! Why are being such a dick?” Mikey
“Whatever, can we just start the video.” Jack said,
After Mikey finished explaining the point of the video,
Josh asked the first question. All was going good until it was Jacks turn to
ask you two a question.
“Okay Mikey, how many boyfriends has y/n had?” he had a
smirk on his face.
“3, 2, 1!” Josh yelled.
“Two!” you shouted.
“Two.” Mikey said.
“Yay!!” you screamed hugging your roomie.
“Twenty two years old and you’ve only had 2 boyfriends…
that’s pathetic.” Jack muttered, handing the phone to Josh.
You stood up, done with his bullshit. “I have done
absolutely nothing to you. I’ve dealt with your rude comments, your dirty
looks, you hatred for me; but don’t you dare call me pathetic. I’m not the
prick who’s being an asshole for no reason at all!” you screamed, not breaking
eye contact with the blonde. You turned on your feet and walked out of the
apartment, wanting your bed more than anything. Mikey didn’t return home for
another few hours, by then you had calmed down enough.
“You alright love?” he asked, sinking into the couch, two
beers in his hand.
“Yeah. Just confused honestly.” You replied, grabbing one
of the bottles.
“I had no idea why he was being so mean to you. Josh and
I had to bring Conor to knock some sense into his thick head.” Mikey laughed,
trying to make the conversation less awkward.
You chuckled, “how’d that go?”
“Well, he admitted why he was being such a prick.” He
glanced at you, noticing your eyes widen.
“And..?” you suggested him to continue.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Mikey looked at the
door. “You can come in now!”
“What? Who are you talking to?” you asked but soon
connected the dots as you made eye contact with the blue eyed boy.
Mikey got up and went down the hall, the sound of a door
shutting hit your ears a few seconds later.
“Hey,” he said first.
“Hello.” You stared at the rim of your bottle.
“Listen, y/n, I’m really sorry.”
“For?” you looked at him.
He sighed, “For being a complete dick to you. You didn’t
“Why?” you simply said.
“Honestly? I didn’t like the fact that every time you
walked in the room, the boys stopped everything to listen to you. They haven’t
been the same since you arrived. I miss my friends.”
You began laughing, “I didn’t know you were so full of
“No! Not like that,” he began laughing as well, “I…
Honestly don’t have a legitimate reason. I guess I’m just having trouble
“I think I can solve that problem.” You looked into his
“How about this, we all go out tonight, first round on
me. I’ll show you I can be one the guys. Help you relax.” You whispered the
last part into his ear, running your hand up his thigh.
“I… uh… Like that idea.” He stammered.
“Great! I’ll go get ready. You tell the others. We’ll
leave at 10.” You jumped up innocently, Jack visibly tensing at the lack of
Once he left you began getting ready, making sure to
shave extra carefully. You had a feeling you might end up in a certain blonde
hair, blue eyed boy’s bed tonight.
After the third round of shots, you decided it was time
“Someone dance with me,” you shouted, running off to the
“That’s your sign mate,” Joe laughed, point at your
“What?” Jack asked, taking another drink.
“Go dance with her!” they all shouted.
“Yeah okay. I got this,” he gulped down the rest of the
drink, searching for you in the crowd.
Once he located you on the dance floor, he knew he was
whipped. You were perfect. He needed to be with you. So he walked up, casually
dancing next to you.
“Jack!” you giggled, falling onto him. “Do you want to
“Sure,” he smiled. You turned around, confusing him. You back
your ass to him and began swaying back and forth.
He froze. He didn’t know what to do. Normally he’d help
guide the girl in front of him, but he felt gross doing that with you.
“Y/n,” he tried to get your attention.
“Yeah?” you asked, leaning you head back.
“I can’t do this,” you stopped dancing.
“What? What’s wrong?” you turned around, searching his eyes
for an answer.
“I don’t want this to be purely physically,” he said,
holding your hands. “I want to be with you for you, not your body.”
You smiled, “Okay, but my body comes with being with me.
So stop being a pussy and dance with me.”
With that said, you and Jack danced for the rest of the
night. And not just at club.
1. NOTHING is more stressful than drawing Phil’s eyes.
2. Phil always has a little smidgen of an adorable sexy smirk on his face.
3. Why was the ear the easiet part??¡¡
4. I am now grateful for glasses. They suck but they’re still easier to draw than fuckkkkin eyebrows.