Magcon Imagines and Preferences

Jack Johnson Imagine

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you and Johnson had been dating for a couple months. You were both chilling at Nash's with Gilinsky and Skate when Johnson confessed to being a bit tired. You'd both stayed up late the night before skateboarding around LA and the effects must have started to hit him. The guys were playing FIFA and barely turned their heads as you and Jack snuck upstairs to get some much needed sleep.
"Do you want to just pop in a movie?" You ask Johnson as you open the door to Nash's room.
"Sounds great Boo." Johnson answered, giving you a soft peak on the cheek.
You smiled as you searched the room for a movie to watch. Similar to you, Nash was a movie buff and he always had the best selection.
You decide on The Perks of Being a Wallflower, hoping the softest of it would help you sleep. Plus, it was your favorite movie. There was something memorizing and soulful about it that you just loved. You turn around and hand the movie to Jack, which was received with a nob of approval from him. You watch as he takes his shirt off and gestures for you to take it.
"Not that I'm complaining about seeing you shirtless, but what's this for?" You ask questionably.
"To sleep in. We didn't bring pajama's or anything and I want you to be comfortable." He replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "It should be long enough. You can wear it as a dress."
You smiled at him, then turned around to change out of your sweaty t-shirt and jeans. You slide the shirt over you head just as you hear the opening scene of the movie begin to play.
You crawl into Nash's bed, crashing into Johnson and lay your head on his chest. You can feel his heart beating against your ear as he wraps a blanket around you and kisses your forehead. You don't even remember falling asleep, but sunshine kisses your face and you lift your head off of Jack.
"Morning Beautiful." Johnson says with a smile as he rubs the morning crust off his eyes.
"Good morning to you too." You answer as you pick up your phone to check the time.
You see your phone light up and realize you have a snapchat from the night before. It must have come in while you were sleeping. You unlock your phone and open the Snapchat tab, revealing a picture of Johnson died asleep on Nash's bed with the caption "Sleeping Bastard" and let out a laugh, easing the picture closer to Johnson so he could see.
"Are you even in this picture?" Johnson asks with a laugh. "You didn't leave in the middle of the night, did you?"
"Now, of course not. I was here with you all night." You answer concernedly.
You look at the picture again and smile as you realize you are in the picture, you're just too covered in blankets to make you out.
"Does Nash even know I was here with you?" You ask, turning towards Jack.
"I don't think so. At least it doesn't seem like it." Jack answered, shaking his head in amusement.
"Good, because you and I both know Nash would give us hell for sleeping in the same bed together, especially HIS bed." You respond jokingly.
"Definitely, let's just keep this between us." Jack suggests, giving you a short kiss on the lips. "Last night was fun. I like waking up next to you."
"Yeah? Me too." You answer with a grin stretching from ear to ear.