hey, I love your writing! could you please do a jack maynard imagine with prompt 70, 77, 78, 79, 71, 68 and 64 sorry if its too much! thanks x.
You were only a med student that was having a “thing” with a famous youtuber, called Jack Maynard, and even though you weren’t actually hated, people didn’t really cared about you.
Although you were fully aware of the cons of… whatever it was that you had with Jack, you couldn’t put yourself through this pretty unnecessary pain, it was a constant struggle on your insides to think that you just had him for a few minutes, other girls-, better girls-like models and actresses, did the same.
Yes, you were in love with him.
“I can’t keep doing this” you said entering his lonely apartment, he slowly closed the door behind you, he was shook, that was something he never thought you would say.
“What are you on about Y/N?” His hands tried to find yours, but you backed away before he even got the chance. When there was no response to his question, he understood it was dead serious, even if she was avoiding his gaze.
“That’s it? Is this how it all ends?” The anger in his voice began to rise she sighed
“I just… I wanna go home” she replied, she really didn’t knew what to say, she had never found herself in such position
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jack’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer to his lover, he was losing her, as well as his sanity. If she really wanted to end this, her statements had to be more convincing than the one she had already given.
She leaned her head forward, piercing through the boy’s eyes, faces almost touching. “Let me ask you something” her hot breath fanning right in his parted lips “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?” He frowned
“You mean everything to me! You know that!” He exclaimed
“And so those the other girls? You know, the model and actresses you happen to also bang in this house?” She didn’t even try to mask her jealousy anymore, at this point she didn’t care.
When there was no response she held the doorknob in her hand, ready to get out of there as the tears were forming from the corner of her eyes, but he grabbed her wrist and turned her around.
Before she could say anything he pressed his body against hers, both heartbeats echoing through their bones as the air they breathed. “Let me go!” She squealed trying to break away from his touch.
“Listen to me, Y/N! LISTEN TO ME!” Once their eyes met he noticed the cheeks that were rolling down her perfect bright eyes
“I’m not letting you go and we both know that you don’t want me to either” she knew it was true, she didn’t want to leave, she wanted to stay by his side no matter how many times he could break her heart.
He cupped her face in his hands, leaving her no other option that to stare directly at him, she shook her face repeatedly trying to suppress her tears “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!” She sobbed loudly with her eyes shut, the scene before him was heartbreaking.
The girl he loved was crumbling in his eyes, his mere fingertips grasping her hair a little bit, he also shut his eyes, trying to push his tears back in. When his eyes opened again, her were still closed as she silently let the tears stain her face.
“Look at me” he whispered softly making her sob “Fucking hell Y/N, please look at me!” He begged desperately as the first tears adorned his features, she slowly opened her eyes, the mere sight of her made his heart ache.
“You’re nothing like them” he hissed placing his forehead on hers “Nothing” before you could even think of something to say, his lips fell on yours, your hands fell on his sides, pulling him closer than ever and allowing him to wash your worries away once more as both of your tears mixed together.