#Jack Barakat imagines

[fangirl94stuff]

Jack Barakat (All Time Low)

'Remind me again why you are here Jack,' you huff, sitting back on your heels in the middle of your lounge.

Jack lays across your sofa staring at you while eating popcorn, 'I'm here for moral support y/n, I did offer to help if I recall, but what did you say?'

You can't help but pout at Jack's mocking tone because he was right and you hated being wrong. You'd gone and gotten yourself a new entertainment unit from IKEA and insisted you could build it yourself, and now he was enjoying watching you struggle, knowing you'd crack and ask for his help eventually.

You go back to the pieces of wood in front of you and pick up the instruction booklet, the sound of Jack eating popcorn getting louder.

'I've been working long and hard on this, why is it so difficult?' you moan loudly, throwing the booklet to the side.

The popcorn sound stops and you feel a presence behind you, and in the corner of your eye you see Jack leaning into your ear, his lips pulled back in a smirk.

'You know what else is long and hard y/n?' he whispers in your ear.

You shudder, 'No! don't you dare say--'

Jack grins and the next thing you know he's waving the instruction booklet in front of your face, 'this journey to success is long and hard, get your head out of the gutter y/n.'

You snatch the booklet from his hands knowing your face was a little flustered as Jack knew how to push your buttons and vice versa, 'okay you do it them, Barakat.'

Jack can't stop laughing and hugs you, 'is little y/n flustered? You're so cute when you're mad. I will put this together just you watch.'

You squirm out of his grasp and throw yourself down on the sofa and pick up his abandoned popcorn. Jack was so going to tell the rest of the guys about this and no one would let you live this moment down because it was fun to embarrass y/n.

After an hour Jack had put the unit together with little inputs from you here and there, and the two of you put your tv on it, 'you did good Jack, next time I'll ask for your help straight away.'

Jack smiles widely and looks down at you next to him, 'you know how you can pay me back y/n?'

You shake your head, 'no way--'

'HOME ALONE,' he shouts, cutting you off.

You let your best friend drag you back to the sofa, even if you couldn't stand the film you did owe Jack. Scratch that, next time you were paying IKEA to build the furniture for you.

[halojalex]

alex wearing jack’s clothes is peak boyfriend behaviour

[aweirdkindofyellow]

The J.A.C.I.E. Project, Pt.5

JACIE Jay-see \ d͡ʒˈe͡ɪsi \ See Jennifer Anna Clara Isabell Evans. An ambitious 21-year-old music student, striving to find her place in the industry. 

JACK Jak \ d͡ʒæk \ A guy ten years older than Jacie, who takes a liking to her.

Chapter 5

After our breakfast date, Jack and I kept messaging each other. We saw each other a few more times. Less for cute little meetups during the day and more for late night ‘meetups’. I was not complaining, though. Just like Sarah had said, once you find somebody as good as him, it’s difficult to ever go back to the mediocre sex you used to have. It continued to stay as good and thrilling, even after I had come over a handful of times. 

The first few times, I’d come over and leave almost straight after. It started with him only booty calling me after he had gone out for drinks in town. Then he’d also hit me up when he wasn’t drunk. Eventually, I started spending the nights at his place, which was just heaven because his bed was beautiful. Then, time started stretching, and we’d spend even more time together. We didn’t go on dates, but I’d be hanging out at his house for a few more hours after we woke up.

It was pretty difficult to cover and hide from my dad, but I somehow managed. I’d used the friends excuse a few too many times. Luckily, he didn’t question it. I often spent quite a lot of time outside the house, even back in high school, so it wasn’t much different. He just didn’t need to know that I was going off to a guy’s house to get my brains fucked out. 

By now, I had also figured out a bit more about Jack. I already knew that he had siblings, but I now also knew that he had a brother and sister. He also told me that he was originally Lebanese, and how his parents fled to Canada and the US. Mainly, however, I finally figured out which band he was in after he showed me one of the records up on the wall. The entire time, I was tempted to google him, to find it all out, but I was restraining myself. I didn’t want to be that girl, the one who would figure out everything about him online. That was just creepy. I didn’t want to ruin the little thing we had going. 

After yet another successful night, I found myself on Jack’s couch sitting in my panties and one of his black hoodies that engulfed me. He’d even let me touch and play his guitars. Not the ones up on the wall that were supposed to be an artwork, but the actual ones that he played as well. They were nicer than anything I could even dream about affording. 

It was actually bad weather for once in LA. The rain was pattering on the window and balcony, creating a white noise that filled the silence. Jack was just sitting on the armchair he had perpendicular to the couch, watching and listening to me play random songs. It was nice to spend time like this with him. We didn’t need sex to fill up all the empty time. 

“You have a nice voice,” Jack mumbled to adapt his voice to the quiet surroundings while I was strumming some chords.

“Thanks,” I smiled, my fingers still moving along the fretboard. “It’s actually pretty useful when I’m writing songs. And also for me to make a little money on the side.” 

“A little money on the side?” He cocked his head up a little from where he was resting it on his hand. 

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Some people on my course ask me to sing for their songs. Not everybody who studies music can sing. It’s fun and it brings in a little money.” 

“That’s a lot less sexual than you made it seem initially.” 

“Not everything I do is sexual. Actually, most things I do aren’t.” 

He hummed in response, listening to me play again. It wasn’t that loud, but I still had all of his attention. “Will you sing another song, please?” 

I nodded, thinking of another song I could both play and sing. My mind was always full of songs and things I could play until somebody suddenly requested I play them something. It was like my mind went completely blank. I switched to plucking some of the strings, playing random notes until I started hearing something that sounded a lot like a song I did know. Slowly, I transitioned into that song playing my own version of The One That Got Away. 

Everybody could say whatever they wanted about Katy Perry and judge her, but she had some bops. Including this amazing song. It was so calming and it sounded so good with the rain in the background. The weather decided to throw in some low rumbling as well, finishing the whole picture. 

Jack just listened and watched the entire time, letting me do my thing. I really wished that I could read what was going on in his head. He seemed content, but I had no idea what was going on behind those brown eyes of his. Was he enjoying this like I was? Or was he trying to figure out a way to make me leave? He was the one that asked me to play another song. But still, it was such a big mystery. 

I finished the song, playing the last chord and singing the last line. For the first time in the past half hour, I didn’t immediately start playing something new. Instead, I just looked at Jack, who was smiling at me, and cocked my head to the side. 

“You wanna take a turn playing something?” I asked, pushing the guitar off me an inch, but not really moving from my spot between all the pillows. 

He shook his head, leaning further into the armrest. “No, I play for a living. It’s nice listening to somebody else.” 

“I play for my degree.” I raised an eyebrow back at him. 

“Touché…” He rested his head against the back of the chair, continuing to stare at me. “But I like hearing you play.” 

“Alright.” 

I went back to playing. It was just some random notes. There wasn’t a specific song I was trying to play, I just played a few things that sounded right together. You know, like you do when you’re absent mindedly playing. Slowly but surely, I started imagining a melody over it and started humming along. There were a few words that came to mind, but nothing big enough for me to actually try singing on top of it. 

Not that I could ever even get to that stage. I was interrupted by a loud knock on the front door and it suddenly opened without a proper warning. Jack’s eyes immediately snapped towards the commotion, as did mine. How couldn’t they? There was some guy who I definitely had never seen before, but who clearly was close enough to Jack to just burst in like that. 

“I brought lunch!” The guy with black hair announced before he even noticed my presence, and held up a paper bag of some fast food place. 

I awkwardly scratched the side of my face before putting the guitar next to me on the couch. “I believe that’s my queue to leave.” 

I could feel the two sets of eyes on me as I stood up and went into Jack’s room to get changed. I closed the door behind myself, leaving it ajar for some unknown reason. It just felt like I wasn’t hiding myself, like I wasn’t trying to run away. Which was the truth. I had to leave anyway, and Jack’s friend was here to hang out with him now. Leaving the door ajar, though, got me a bit more than I bargained for. 

I pulled off Jack’s hoodie and was folding it up to put on his bed, when I realised I could hear every word being exchanged back in the living room. 

“Dude, that’s the girl you’ve been fucking recently?” Jack’s friend gasped when I gently put the hoodie on Jack’s bed.

I practically rolled my eyes when I picked up my shirt from the floor and slipped it on. Of course, Jack had been talking about our adventures. For some reason, I hadn’t expected any less. 

There was a short silence before Jack answered. “Umm… yeah. She’s pretty cool.” 

“And hot. You chose well with this one.” 

Like he chose me and I wasn’t the one who chose him. He was the one who came onto me. It was my choice to pursue it. I could have easily left him empty handed at that bar. Instead, I let him grab multiple handfuls of me in bed that night. 

I decided to throw on my blue jeans before I heard any more degrading remarks. 

“She’s a music student,” Jack added. “Pretty good one too.” 

“A student! Damn, Jack.” 

I picked up the small shoulder bag I had brought with me the evening before, and pulled out my phone to order yet another Uber. Almost all my money was going towards transport to and from Jack’s by now. But you win some, you lose some, right? I was winning a lot, but it did have a price. 

I walked out of Jack’s room and headed for the front door. “I’ll be leaving then.” 

“I’ll text you,” Jack promised as my hand grazed the door handle. 

“Sure ya will,” I teased back. 

“Hey, when haven’t I?” 

Yeah… when hadn’t he? There was a reason why I came back so many times.

[jackinalex]

I saw Jack Black trending on Twitter and at a quick glance I thought it was Jack Barakat. Can you imagine my thoughts!

Honestly that would be the worst thing right now.

[descentintobandom]

Alone on Valentine’s Day

Title: Alone on Valentine’s Day Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Jack/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: Ali is alone on Valentine’s Day because Jack is on tour. Author’s Notes: Posting this now because who knows if I’ll actually write something for Valentine’s Day this year. Inspired by the above moodboard by @ylove-bandaesthetics​.

Ali woke up and rolled over towards Jack’s side of the bed, before remembering that he was still on tour.

Holidays like this were difficult. She’d have to go to work and see her co-workers get gifts.

She grabbed her phone and pulled up Instagram. She scrolled for a while until she came to a picture on Jack’s.

It was a photo of him biting into a rose with the caption, “Hugs, Kisses, Valentine wishes!”

She laughed.

The picture was definitely a very “Jack” thing for him to do.

She double-tapped the photo. She rarely commented on Jack’s posts anymore, because it usually ended up in two factions of the fandom fighting.

The ones who wanted Jack to be happy and the ones who wanted Jack for themselves.

Jack knew she loved him.

Ali eventually dragged herself out of bed and got ready for work. Walking into the office with her coffee, she saw the red and pink balloons on people’s desk. She knew when she arrived at her desk that there wouldn’t be anything.

Jack had wanted to send her something, but she refused telling him that the only thing she wanted for Valentine’s Day was him. If she couldn’t have him, then she didn’t want anything.

“Good morning, Ali!” Marilyn said. Marilyn sat across the aisle from Ali. Marilyn was a blonde haired woman in her early fifties and a surrogate mother to Ali.

“Morning, Marilyn.”

“So, any big plans for tonight? Being Valentine’s Day and all?”

“Not exactly.” Ali tried not to look sad, even though she was bummed that Jack couldn’t be at home with her.

“I think Ray and I are just going to stay home and make dinner together.”

“That sounds sweet.”

Marilyn noticed the sad look in Ali’s eyes. “Oh, sweetie. He’s not here is he?”

Ali shook her head. “I knew what I was getting into dating a musician. But it’s fine. When he gets back, he’ll be home for a few months.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ali tried putting off going home as long as possible. She was dreading going home to an empty house while everyone else was heading out to dinner with their significant others.

When 5:30 hit, Marilyn logged off and grabbed her stuff. “Don’t stay too late, sweetie.”

“I’ll head home soon, I promise.”

“Tell you what…” Marilyn pulled out $20 and handed it to her. “Get yourself some good wine and some chocolate. And then maybe take a vacation day tomorrow.”

“Thank you. I hope you and Ray have a good night.”

Around 6, Ali sighed. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She grabbed her things, logged off, and hit up the liquor store on the way home. She was going to make herself some dinner and then get drunk and probably cry herself to sleep.

She probably wouldn’t even call Jack tonight. Jack was the last thing she wanted on her mind.

Ali unlocked the door and her mouth dropped open. The apartment was covered in balloons and there was the biggest bouquet of roses she’d ever seen sitting on the kitchen table.

She walked over to the roses and dropped her purse and the bag containing her bottle of wine on the table.

There was a card sitting in the roses.

Ali opened it up and read, “Turn around.” She gasped and spun around.

Jack stood there holding a pink sucker up.

Kiss Me.

Ali did what the sucker said and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her hands threaded through his multicolored hair.

He’d changed the color of his stripe again. Now it was blue.

Her favorite color.

She pulled back, tears filling her eyes. “How are you here?” she breathed.

“Flew in this morning after you left for work.”

Ali sniffled. “How long are you here for?”

Jack sighed and stroked her cheek, swiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “Only for tonight. I fly out early tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.”

“Shut-up.” She kissed him again. She didn’t care that she only got to have him for 12 hours before he had to leave again. All that mattered to her was that he was here now.

[robbiekaysfavoritelostgirl]

Your Dating A Member of All Time Low and Your Parent is An Avenger.

Plot: You finally decided to bring your boyfriend Jack home to meet your parents, the only problem is your father is a part of the Avengers.

Fandom(s): Avengers, All Time Low

Characters: Jack Barakat, Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Reader

Dedication: @saving-jack-barakat​ for requesting this! I hope you enjoy!

Other Parts: Alex

      “Do I ever get to meet the young man that has captured my daughters attention?” Dad asked as we began packing up from my archery lessons. I groaned and rolled my eyes, not at all surprised that topic. I knew the moment mom cornered me this morning at breakfast and asked the same thing, that it would be only a matter of time before dad started. 

    “Depends. Are you going to all Avenger on him?” It was dad’s turn to roll his eyes, though he smiled softly at me. 

    “Of course I am. Your my baby girl and I need to make sure that this young man is suitable for you.” He answered, reaching out to cup my cheek. “After all there is a good chance that I may one day be giving him my world.” I smiled at him, leaning my face into his hand before stepping forward to hug him tightly. 

   “Promise not to bring Aunt Natasha and I’ll invite him over for dinner tonight.” I sighed into his chest. 

    “Alright I promise no Aunt Natasha.” He chuckled, hugging me back tightly. “At least I promise not to tell her, you know how she is though. There is a good chance she will find out.”

   “No because I am going to tell mom and make sure you don’t accidently let it slip.” I laughed, pulling back to press a kiss against my father’s cheek before rushing off. I smiled as I heard my father’s answering laugh ring out from behind me. 

~~~~~~~~~

    “Hey what are you up to tonight?” I asked the moment Jack opened the door, giggling at the scared look on his face. 

   “Depends on what you have in mind.”

    “I was hoping that you would like to have dinner with me and my family tonight?” Now that I had even thought of the idea of Jack meeting my family, I couldn’t be more excited. I wanted nothing more than for all my favorite people to be in one place. 

   “I would love too.” He announced happily, glancing down at his exposed chest with a small frown before stepping aside to let me in. “I need to change first and then we can go.” I nodded, stepping into the small New York apartment. It was a nice place, a penthouse apartment, with a good view of the Avengers tower. The view of the Avengers tower was the main reason why Jack had bought the apartment. When I had first came over, I had had wanted nothing more than to tell Jack that I knew all of them but had decided against it. A fact that I was now thankful for, I was looking forward to the look on Jack’s face when he saw who my father was.

    “Is this okay?” He asked, running out of the room in a black leather jacket over top of a purple t-shirt. He had on black skinny jeans and black and white converse shoes. 

   “You look fine Jack. It’s just a casual dinner, no need to be dressed up.” I assured him, stepping towards him to press a kiss to his cheek. “Now come on, you don’t want to see my dad if we keep him waiting.”

~~~~~~~

   Clint’s P.o.v 

          I watched from the window as Y/n came walking up the to the front door, hand in hand with a boy that seemed familiar to me, though I couldn’t pinpoint why. He was tall, with his hair dyed silver and a thick brown beard. He had the top of a tattoo peeking out from under the blue shirt he had on. He was clearly the type of young man that other fathers would disapprove of and a part of me wanted too, but I knew better. I had been around Tony long enough to know that you can’t always judge someone on how they dress. The fact that my daughter was smiling so lovingly up at him, told me that he was clearly special.  

    “Be nice Clint.” My wife warned, hugging me from behind. 

    “When am I not?” I laughed, turning around to kiss her gently on the lips. “Besides she’s our girl, she’s smart and can handle herself.”

   “Good now keep that in mind.” She sighed, stepping back as Y/n’s voice rang throughout the house. “We’re in the kitchen baby!” She warned me once again to be nice before turning to smile widely as our daughter walked into the kitchen. 

    “Mama, daddy this is Jack. Jack this is my mother Laura and my father Clint.” As she introduced us, she moved naturally to my side, curling into my side like she always did when she returns home. I smiled and hugged her tightly, keeping my eyes on Jack as I leaned down to press a kiss to my daughters head. 

   “Pleasure to meet you.” I said warmly, holding out a hand for him. He accepted it quickly, shaking it firmly with a smile. 

   “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Mr Barton.”

   “Please call me hawkeye.” At once it seemed to click and the boy stared at me with wide eyes before turning his attention back to my daughter. 

   “Your dad is hawkeye!” He exclaimed, scowling when Y/n giggled. “A heads up would be nice.”

   “I promised daddy I wouldn’t say anything.” She smiled up at me, amusement clear in her eyes. “We have to keep it a secret, he doesn’t want to risk the bad guys tracking us down. So we can’t say anything.”

   “Which means the fact that I am telling you, means that I am trusting you with my world. Should anything happen, I will gladly make sure that no one can ever find your body.” I warned, ignoring the moan Y/n gave me in response. 

   “Oh no. I promise I will keep her safe and keep your secret.” Jack rambled, clearly terrified. 

   “You think that’s bad turn around and you can meet her aunt.” Laura sighed, wincing at the cry of distress Y/n let out when she noticed Natasha walk into the room. Even as she was rushing forward to hug the redheaded spy, she was sending a glare at me. 

   “I thought you promised not tell Aunt Natasha. We want Jack to stay.”

   “Hey, don’t blame your dad. He didn’t tell me. Your brother did. Said that the best way to make sure Jack here is good enough for you is to see how well he handles us.” Nat smiled at me as she spoke, clearly making it clear what she meant by us. 

[letsgointotheworldofimagination]

Imagine Jack intruding your facetime with Alex

[fangirl94stuff]

All Time Low: Jack Barakat

JACK

'Dude are you okay? What's wrong? Are you feeling ill?' Alex asks, firing off question after question aimed at me from the passenger seat of my car.

Had my actions really been that noticeable? There was something wrong with me, I was conflicted about my feelings for one of my best friends. On the one hand, I wanted to confess, but on the other hand, I didn't want to ruin a good friendship. y/n l/n had been my best friend for over twenty years, I was in love with them, but with my infamous reputation was I really capable of love?

'I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say you're thinking about y/n, and not just about the housewarming, but maybe how you're finally ready to confess your feelings,' Alex speaks up since I was being silent.

I move my eyes from the road to Alex, 'what do I do?'

He grins, 'why the sudden urge?'

I sigh loudly, 'it's stupid. We both went to a family friends party the other week and y/n looked drop-dead gorgeous. Lots of men had their eyes on y/n and I was jealous. From that night I swore I'd be the only man romantically in y/n's life. They stayed by my side the whole night because the attention made them uncomfortable.'

Alex hums to himself, 'dude I've never seen you this lovestruck before. If I was you I'd tell y/n how I feel. Trust your gut, do it tonight.'

I was still conflicted as we pull up outside y/n's new home. Alex goes ahead of me leaving me to compose myself. I pick up my phone and smile at my lock screen because y/n had taken my phone the other week and changed the lock screen to be a goofy photo of them. Little things we did when together had people assuming we were together and neither of us denied it. I needed to find out if y/n's feelings were mutual.

Y/N

'Lisa can I tell you something in private?' you ask your close friend, and Alex's wife who'd come over early to help you set up.

You'd met Lisa through Alex and the two of you clicked, pretty much inseparable when together, the two of you told each other everything. She jumps up onto the counter nearest to you.

'You can tell me anything y/n?' she answers.

You lean in towards her just in case anyone was eavesdropping and keep your voice low, 'the other week Jack and I went to a party and I don't know what overcame me but I found myself thinking about him as more than just friends. I've liked him for a while but that night cemented my true feelings. A lot of guys were eyeing me up and Jack shielded me from them.'

Lisa giggles, 'you have it bad. The two of you would be perfect together, you know each other, every dirty and dark little secret. Plus you can't deny that the two of you act like a couple in public. You two are the most oblivious people any of us know.'

You feel your cheeks burn at Lisa's accusations and observations. You and Jack weren't subtle, but you put it down all these years to just being really close friends. Maybe Jack had similar feelings, Lisa had pretty much told you so. Would this ruin your friendship? You had a lot to think over and a lot of drinks to help you work up some courage.

'The party can finally begin!' Alex calls out cheerfully, entering the kitchen.

Lisa rolls her eyes and gets off the counter, 'the party began when I arrived Mr Gaskarth,' she snorts.

Alex pouts like a child as Lisa pushes past him playfully. You walk over to your friend and hug him, 'ignore her Alex.'

Alex hugs you back, 'this is why you're my favourite y/n.'

Jack clears his throat behind Alex, 'I thought I was your favourite.'

Alex jumps a little and pulls away from you, 'dude one day you're going to give me a heart attack. y/n is now my number one.'

Alex reaches around you and grabs a beer from the cooler on top of the counter, pops the cap, and leaves the kitchen to find his wife, leaving you and Jack alone.

'Welcome to my humble abode Mr Barakat, make yourself at home.'

Jack smiles, 'oh you're going to regret that invite y/n. I'll have myself a spare key before the end of the party.'

You laugh, 'challenge accepted.'

TIME SKIP

JACK

It was getting late, quite a few drinks had been drunk and jokes had been shared. Alex suggested a game of truth or dare spin the bottle and like the big kids we all were, we said yes. Alex, Lisa, Rian, Zack, a couple of close friends and y/n sit down in the lounge while I sit down opposite y/n. We made the rule that if you refused to answer the truth you had to take a shot.

It didn't take people too long to refuse to answer truths, so shots were taken and even my head was starting to feel groggy, but I managed to keep my eyes on y/n the whole time while they never took their eyes off me.

After a shot, Rian spins the bottle and it lands on y/n who chooses dare. Rian rubs his hands together, sharing a look with the others around the circle like they were all in on something.

'y/n I dare you to kiss the person you have a crush on,' Rian states, words a little slurred.

y/n nods their head and gets up on their knees before leaning over the bottle in the middle and crashes their lips down on mine without any hesitation, taking not only me by surprise but the whole circle. I kiss y/n back, holding their chin in place not wanting to lose the taste of their lips, while our friends erupt into cheers around us.

Once y/n pulls away and sits back down in their spot I take a deep breath, 'y/n will you go out with me?'

y/n nods, 'yes I will.'

More cheers and congratulations erupt in the circle. I guess I had nothing to worry about, y/n felt the same way and had said yes to dating me. The game continues, before y/n excuses themselves and I follow after them into the kitchen.

y/n holds their hand out to me, and in their palm is a spare key, 'you won the challenge, Jack.'

I throw my head back and laugh, 'and I got the best prize of them all.'

y/n throws their arms around my shoulder and kisses me again, this was a feeling I could get very used to as I kiss them back. When everyone sobered up y/n and I would receive hell off our friends for taking out sweet time getting together.

[morningfears]

Ok so imagine best friend!Jack spending the night at single mom!readers house and it starts storming and Readers four year old daughter is terrified of storms and comes into the room n crawls into bed with reader and jack (because platonic cuddling) and he calms her down and she’s like “goodnight daddy” and it makes readers heart explode and jack would never admit it but it’s exactly what he’s always dreamed of

Listen. I’m so soft. I love seeing Jack with kids, oh my god.

Okay. I’m going friends to lovers because everyone loves that. And I love Jack so. (Also. This is so much more than you asked for. I miss writing for Jack so much, wow.)

Can you imagine, though? Jack and Reader are best friends, have been for ages. He never liked her child’s father (not because he was jealous, he just didn’t get a good vibe from him. A lot of other friends didn’t, either. She was just young and in love and didn’t really listen.) so part of him was glad when he left because that dick didn’t deserve her. But, obviously, the overwhelming part of him was a mixture of sad and angry. He was angry that the douchebag left her, pregnant and alone. He was angry that he hurt her. He was sad that someone would do that to her. He was sad that she felt so alone and broken. He was sad that she was sad.

But he decided that it wasn’t worth his time to be angry. So he did what he does best; he made it his personal mission to be by her side and cheer her up and on. He loves her, always has (for the longest time, it was purely platonic. But playing house for four years makes a guy think), and he’d do anything for her. And he does.

When he’s home, he’s at her place with her and the little one. He’s playing dolls and tea parties. He’s having his nails painted and lipstick put on. He’s helping Reader with dinner, watching Moana with them, playing guitar for them. They’re basically a couple without the dates and sex and title. And everyone knows that. They all joke that they might as well get married but he and Reader just laugh it off. (While, of course, he’s now starting to consider it.)

And I can see him staying over a lot when he’s home. He’ll have dinner with them, watch a movie, and crash in her bed. It’s not a big deal. They do it all the time. And some nights, little one will come in after a bad dream and they’ll all cuddle. But one night, it’s particularly bad.

The storm has been raging for hours, she was nervous beforehand but when a particularly loud clap of thunder shakes the house, she’s running down the hall and climbing into bed with Reader and Jack. And Reader sleeps best in the rain but she can hear Jack calming her little girl and she turns to help but Jack’s got it covered. That little girl has him wrapped around her finger just like he’s got her wrapped around his. They love each other so much. So, Reader just watches with a sleepy smile as sleepy Jack cradles the little girl to his chest and holds her close. He’s talking to her, telling her that it’s just Thor coming back to earth (indulge me, Reader’s a Marvel fan with a baby Marvel fan who loves Thor) and that calms her.

And she’s always called Jack by some sort of version of his name. He’s Jack, Jack-Jack, Uncle Jack. He was Skunk once upon a time, with the blonde streak. And once she called him Jack Ass after hearing her mom call him that (no one will let Reader live that one down). But she’s never called him anything else.

But that night. That night she curls up between him and her mom and whispers, “Goodnight mommy, I love you,” before she hugs her mom and then. What gets both Reader and Jack, is when she whispers, “Goodnight, daddy. I love you.” And hugs Jack.

And Reader is feeling all the emotions because, I mean. She’s happy that her little girl has a father figure. And she’s glad that it’s Jack because he clearly loves that little girl. And this is something she’s always wanted. She had a thing for Jack when they first met but sorta pushed it to the side. This brings back memories and feelings for her and she’s hit with this wave of love she’d buried and it makes her heart feel full as she whispers her own I love you back and hesitates to look at Jack.

But Jack is thrilled. Because he loves this little girl. Her and her mother are his whole world. He loves them more than just about anything so to know that she thinks of him that way fills his heart with joy. And he’s been dreaming of this moment since he stepped into this role four years ago and it just. It makes his heart explode with happiness and he whispers his own, “I love you, too,” back to her.

And it takes a minute of silence but eventually he and Reader meet eyes and she’s surprised to see the smile on his face but she can’t help matching it as they both cuddle with their girl. They know that they have a lot to talk about but that can wait until morning.

[get-outalive]

Back in my day when you looked up “jalex imagines” you got motherfucking All Time Low, not Wizards of Waverly place how did this happen how can I go back I wanna read gay fanfiction

[halojalex]

The amount of dates and cute shit Alex and Jack might have done and probably done during the separation my heart can’t handle it

ugh i know right 🥺 if they shared photos like the beach pic then imagine all the photos they probably took that they didn’t share 😭 that honestly makes me so emo

[la-undercover-latina]

End of Slutty Summer

A/N: Just a small bit since I’ve been mostly MIA with work schedules changing and getting my wisdom teeth taken out just over a week ago.

Thanks for being patient and enjoy!

Summary: A friend of the White Rabbit women find out that Amber is officially off the market.

May 2011

“Alright Lee, spill,” Jack Barakat asked as he entered the studio next door where White Rabbit was rehearsing.

“There’s this thing called knocking” Lizzy teased.

“Okay Alvin. So are they your Simon and Theodore?” Jack teased, pointing to Katie and Ella, making Lizzy laugh with a nod.

“What are you on about?” Amber asked, walking out from the control room with a dopey smile on her lips as she looked at a text.

“That. That right there. That look,” Jack pointed with narrowed eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“Ella?” Jack asked, looking at the bassist who laughed.

“Oh you didn’t know?”

“Know what?” He asked, confusion crossing his features.

“Slutty Summer isn’t having a repeat. Little miss Drummer went and got herself a boyfriend,” Ella teased and Amber stuck her tongue out. Jack put his hand to his heart.

“Little miss boink anything that moves got herself locked down?” Jack teased and Amber punched his arm.

“Who is it?”

“Andy,”

“Amber if you didn’t know, that’s a common ass name. Andy what?”

“Biersack,” she smiled and looked at her phone that buzzed with a text inviting her and the White Rabbit girls to a party at his own drummer’s place tonight.

“Speaking of which, he just invited us to a party at CC’s tonight,” Amber told the other women and they all shrugged.

With Warped starting in little over a month, they didn’t bother putting themselves through trying to finalize a record and promote while getting ready for their second year on Warped Tour. So the women had nothing left to do but get ready.

“Well as long as we can still get up to our tour shenanigans, I’m glad. But if he treats you badly, the guys and I are kicking his ass,” Jack promised, pulling the drummer in for a side hug.

“Oh how brave of you to volunteer the guys for a fight that won’t happen,” Amber laughed.

“Yeah considering you were his spank bank apparently. According to CC,” Ella teased and Amber’s eyes widened a bit.

“Has he met your dad and the guys yet?” Jack asked, plopping on the couch, grabbing a spare guitar, which earned him a raised eyebrow from Katie.

“Not yet. We haven’t been dating officially that long yet. But I wanna have him at least meet my dad and uncle Nikki before Warped starts,” Amber shrugged and grabbed a water bottle.

“Dad sniffed the rat, heads up,” Ella warned, knowing her father’s look when Amber was at the Sixx home yesterday.

“Your mom hasn’t said anything yet, right?” Amber asked, panicked.

“Of course not! Taylor Sixx keeps our secrets,” Ella smiled broadly.

“You might wanna get on that before Nikki sniffs it out himself,” Jack laughed, grabbing a handful of Goldfish crackers from the table.

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[aweirdkindofyellow]

The J.A.C.I.E. Project, Pt.4

JACIE Jay-see \ d͡ʒˈe͡ɪsi \ See Jennifer Anna Clara Isabell Evans. An ambitious 21-year-old music student, striving to find her place in the industry.

JACK Jak \ d͡ʒæk \ A guy ten years older than Jacie, who takes a liking to her.

Chapter 4

I was sitting at the dining table, a blank piece of paper in front of me and a pen between my teeth. The midday sun was providing me most of my light through the large window at the front of the house. I was busy trying to write a song for one of my classes, but was really struggling with my lyrics. As much as I loved writing them, having a specific assignment could make it very difficult, especially if inspiration just wasn’t hitting.

It was three days after my birthday. I still occasionally thought about my night with Jack, especially late at night. But I wasn’t expecting anything more to come out of it. Although I had given him my number, I knew how those things usually went. They never even show a single sign of life, let alone any further interest in me. As much as I would have loved to spend another few hours in Jack’s bed, I didn’t have my hopes up.

Much like every other uninspired procrastinator out there, I had my phone close next to me to keep me distracted. I kept telling myself to leave it be, but ever buzz and notification caught my attention and made me spiral into a social media loop again. This time, it was a text from an unknown number that gave me another not-very-well-deserved well deserved break.

Unknown: J.A.C.I.E?

Me: Yeah?

Unknown: Hey! It’s Jack, the guy from your birthday

Me: Hi! I remember very well actually

Of course. It was three days later. He had decided to follow the rule that made you wait three days before contacting somebody you’re sexually or romantically interested in.

Unknown: Just wanted to ask if you’d like to grab some breakfast tomorrow?

Me: Breakfast?

Unknown: To make up for not offering you any last time

Me: I was the one who left for brunch, you couldn’t have offered it even if you wanted to

Unknown: Well, I’d still like to take you

Me: Tomorrow morning?

Unknown: Yeah

Me: Let me check my schedule

I quit the text messages and went on the internet to have a look at my class timetable. Asking me out to breakfast was a little strange. Not that I didn’t like it. I was just very used to getting a 2am ‘u up?’ text if some guy decided to hit me up again. Breakfast to me seemed like a very foreign thing to do if not straight after sex.

Me: Alright, I have a class at 3pm. So, hopefully that’s not too early for you

Unknown: Oh wow, still judging me for not waking up at ungodly hours like you?

Me: 9am is not an ungodly hour. It’s very normal for a day off

Unknown: It’s ungodly after a night of heavy drinking

Me: You jealous?

Unknown: A little

Unknown: Anyway, how about we say 10 then? Which area are you in?

Me: 10 works for me and I’m in Eagle Rock

Unknown: How about we meet half way then? Ever heard of Wild Oak Cafe?

Me: Heard of it, never been

Unknown: I’ll see you there then

Me: I’ll add it to my schedule

Unknown: Maybe you can use it as an excuse for somebody else this time ;)

I went back to trying to write my song, still struggling, but at least getting a few words down. I had to do something. There was no way I could stay up all night trying to do some of the work if I was expected to be somewhere in the morning. I couldn’t show up to breakfast late and all groggy. Getting sleep was important that night.

I hated being late; I always avoided it. Of course, however, I was late to my breakfast with Jack the next morning. It wasn’t exactly my fault, and it wasn’t like I was horribly late, but it still felt horrible. I was one of those people who liked being ten minutes early. What time did I park in the parking lot? Ten past ten. And what time did I finally make it inside? Quarter past ten. Fifteen minutes late was technically twenty-five minutes late, which was practically half an hour late.

My eyes fell on Jack who was already sitting at a small table for two people. He was tapping his foot and scrolling through his phone, not really paying attention to what was happening around him. I just walked straight up to him, since even I didn’t seem to catch his eye when I walked in.

“Hey!” I approached him, finally getting him to look up at me.

“Jacie!” He smiled and put down his phone.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I apologised and sat down, straightening out my yellow sundress.

“It’s good, you’re not that late,” he brushed it off. “Although… with your sense of planning I was expecting you to come early, so I came early as well.”

“Usually I am, you got that right. But my dad decided last minute that I needed to bring my brother to school when I first left my bedroom. So I did that in my pajamas and had to go back to change.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah, a little brother,” I always smiled when I spoke about him, “he’s six.”

“Really? That’s awesome. I’ve got two siblings who are ten years older than me!” He grinned in excitement as if he was glad we had something in common… sort of.

“So you’re actually the young one, eh?”

“Turns out we both might be.” He handed me a menu. “Anyway, I haven’t ordered anything yet, so take a look.”

I scanned over the menu and nearly choked when I saw the prices. This place wasn’t overly expensive. It wasn’t boujee or only for VIPs. But it was definitely generally out of my price range. I spent that much money on my birthday, but that was a special occasion. Jack didn’t even seem fazed by it. Let’s just say it was very LA. Everything about it was, the food and prices. I absolutely loved it and absolutely hated it.

“Is there something specific I’m looking for here?” I asked, trying to test the waters a little.

Was Jack going to offer to pay? If he was, I didn’t want to order something too expensive. Was I going to pay for my food? Because then my only option was a glass of water and a muffin. Maybe he’d offer to pay and really didn’t care what I got. I didn’t know. Money was a difficult thing.

“I don’t know, what do you like?” He tried helping, not really giving an answer to my hidden question.

“Anything under ten dollars,” I half-joked.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about that. I invited you, choose whatever you want.”

It didn’t really make my choice much easier. What was acceptable to get? Then again, it was all around the same price, so it probably didn’t mean much. Except for the salmon breakfast. But why would I want to get that? I wasn’t that fancy. I was LA, but I was not rich LA.

“Was the sex good enough for pancakes?” I inquired.

Jack’s eyes slipped up from his menu and he bit his lip to hold back a smirk. “It was good enough for pancakes, waffles, and mimosas.”

“Well, that’s an honour. I don’t think I’ve ever been rated that high before.”

“I’ll even throw in a few coffees as well.”

He closed his menu to signal that he had chosen what he wanted. I followed his actions, putting it down on the table and crossing my hands over it. Soon after, a waiter approached us and asked us for our order. Jack gave it, recounting everything he told me: pancakes, waffles, mimosas, and two coffees. Surprisingly, I wasn’t asked for an ID, usually I was. Our menus were taken away and we were left to only talk to each other again.

“So, Jacie…” Jack started, tapping his fingers against the table.

“Yeah?” I crossed my legs and leaned back into my chair.

He leaned forward to compensate for the new distance. “Tell me about yourself?”

“Tell you about myself? This sounds strangely like an interview for a job.”

“I’ve gotta make it go full circle,” he defended himself.

“I have actually gone to so many different interviews, I have answers memorised. You don’t want me to fall into that rehearsed script, trust me,” I laughed.

“Okay, I’ll steer clearly away from that then.” He nodded playfully. “How did you interview at Fueled by Ramen go?”

“About as well as I expected,” I shrugged with indifference. “I’m pretty sure I will not be getting that position. But I do still need to find an internship somewhere.”

“Why do you need to find one?”

“I opted to do one as part of my degree. Work experience is always good to have if you want to get somewhere.”

“Right! That makes a lot of sense, actually…” He obviously hadn’t considered the fact that I could have still been a student. “What do you study?”

I smiled. “Music. It’s pretty general, but since it’s my last year, I’ve been mainly focusing on writing and production.”

“Ah, I can see you’re not the managing type.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind managing.” I corrected quickly with a shake of my head. “That’s the next best thing, really.”

He frowned as our mimosas arrived. “But you said that internship wasn’t for you?”

“I said Experience Management wasn’t my thing. Why would I want to have a job in posting what events and concerts will be happening and actually have nothing to do with the organisation in any way?”

“Huh, yeah, that does sound pretty boring,” he agreed with a chuckle. “I didn’t even know they had people specifically for that.”

“You’d think they’d have a general social media person for that, right?”

“I’ve done my fair share of posting things like that, but it’s promo for myself, so it’s fun.”

“I fully expect somebody’s just bored of the job themselves,” I admitted and leaned back in to take a sip from my drink, which was one of the best mimosas I had ever tasted. “So, all they could think of to make it more bearable was to hire an unpaid intern.”

“Oof, yeah, that’s a no from me.”

“I can do so much better than that.”

Jack grinned at me as he looked me in the eyes, picking up his own glass as well. “Yes, you definitely can.”

[alltimesos]

I’m fixing to write a new series. However, I’m having trouble deciding which male to use.

I thought about Michael because I don’t have many stories of him. But I also thought about an OBX boy…

[descentintobandom]

The Death of a Bachelor Chapter 10

Title: The Death of a Bachelor Chapter: 10/? Pairing: Jack/OC Rating: T/M Fic Summary: Everyone around Jack and Emily are settling down. Emily wants that more than anything in the world, but she’s convinced that she’s never going to get that…until Jack gets it in his head that the two should get married. The two set off on a road trip to Vegas. Will these two get married? Or will the road trip be for nothing?

When Emily awoke the next morning, it finally hit her. Today she was going to become Mrs. Barakat. Today she would be marrying her best friend in the entire world. A smile crossed her lips as she straddled Jack’s waist. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

Jack’s eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, Mr. Jack Barakat”, she said.

Jack smiled. “Good morning, soon-to-be Mrs. Emily Barakat”.

Emily smiled and kissed Jack again. That name sounded amazing on Jack’s lips and she couldn’t believe that soon she would be spending the rest of her life hearing that name.

After a rather heated make-out session, the two of them managed to get out of bed to go eat breakfast.

Jack couldn’t keep his hands or his lips off of Emily. They sat down at their table and Jack immediately pulled Emily’s legs into his lap. He stroked her legs as she ate and pecked her lips after she fed him pieces of fruit.

She was fairly certain they looked like a disgusting lovey-dovey couple, but for once she didn’t care.

It almost felt like they were already married and this was their honeymoon.

If this was the honeymoon phase, then Emily never wanted it to end.

By 5 o’clock that evening, the two of them arrived in Vegas and pulled up the Hard Rock Hotel.

Emily remembered when Jack and the rest of the Warped Tour bands celebrated his birthday there.

Of course this is where Jack would want to spend his wedding night. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it.

Emily stood in front of the window lost in her thoughts as she looked out at the strip and all the bright lights. She was already in her dress, which hid the lacey undergarments she had on. Lips kissed her bare neck as hands settled on her tummy.

“Nervous?” Jack asked her.

She turned to face him. “No”.

Jack was dressed in another one of her favorite suits. This one was the one he wore to Alex’s wedding. “Come on”, he told her. He took her hand in his and led her to the car.

As they got closer to the wedding chapel, Emily’s adrenaline started rushing.

Was she really about to do this? Was Jack really the one for her? What if they regretted it in the morning?

Jack looked over at her and her fears flew out the window. He looked at her with such love and devotion as he kissed her ring finger.

Soon, they were standing in front of a priest (who was not dressed like Elvis, thank god. She would have killed Jack) with a chapel appointed witness standing off to the side.

They decided to go the formal route with the ceremony, there would be time to write personal vows later.

Emily and Jack just wanted to finally be married.

“Do you Jack Barakat, take Emily Biscay to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest asked.

“I do”.

“And do you Emily Biscay, take Jack Barakat to your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do”.

“Then with the power invested to me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Barakat, you may now kiss your bride”.

“Finally”, Jack breathed before grabbing Emily’s face and kissing her. Jack’s teenage dream was now a reality. The woman standing before him was now not only his best friend, but his wife.

“Hello Mr. Barakat”, Emily said.

Jack smiled and said, “Hello Mrs. Barakat”.

Emily and Jack signed the marriage license and paid the necessary fees before leaving the chapel to go have dinner.

As they stumbled into their hotel room, Emily pulled away for a second.

“Hey Jack?” she asked.

“Yeah”.

“Do me a favor. Don’t be gentle”.

Jack smirked and slammed his lips back on hers.

[robbiekaysfavoritelostgirl]

24 Days of Christmas 2019

Please note that this is a general guideline and can change! It is basically just to help me with ideas. To find all imagines under the 24 days of christmas imagines please go to my blog and click on the link on the side. 

Day 1: Caroling: (Niall Horan Prompt)

Day 2:  Christmas Snuggles (Robbie Kay Prompt)

Day 3: Snowball Fight (Draco Malfoy Prompt)

Day 4: Christmas with the Winchesters (spin off of the Baby Winchester saga)

Day 5: Hot Chocolate (Zack Merrick Prompt) 

Day 6: A Walker Christmas (Daryl Dixon Prompt) 

Day 7: Holiday Party (Rian Dawson Prompt)

Day 8: Snowfall Kisses (Tom Holland Prompt)

Day 9: Christmas at the Hospital (Grey’s Anatomy Prompt) 

Day 10: Avengers at Christmas (Iron Man Prompt) 

Day 11: Secret Santa (Derek Hale Prompt)

Day 12: Gingerbread ( Negan Prompt)

Day 13: Searching for Presents (Lewis Capaldi Prompt) 

Day 14: Christmas on the Ridge (Jamie Fraser Imagine) 

Day 15: Mistletoe (Harry Potter Prompt) 

Day 16: Snowman (Stiles Stilinski Prompt) 

Day 17: Eggnog! (Alex Gaskarth Prompt)

Day 18: Winter Proposal (Scott McCall Prompt) 

Day 19: Christmas Sweaters (Peter Pan Prompt) 

Day 20: Nightmare Before Christmas (Jack Barakat Prompt) 

Day 21: A Hufflepuff Christmas (Newt Scamander Prompt)  

Day 22: Christmas in the Maze (Tommy Prompt)

Day 23: Santa’s Little Helpers (Captain Hook Prompt)

Day 24: Christmas With Voldemort