Jack Barakat Imagines

Age Gap

Hi! Please can you do a fluff one where Jack and Y/N have a big age gap (like a really big age gap- around 14 years. but set in the future when Jack is around 30 something of course), and Y/N gets hate so Jack tries to comfort her? Thank you!

AN So I chose the picture for Jack because it looks old-ish I don't know man. But this one is a little strange, so go into it with an open mind,okay guys? Thank you so much for all the support I've gotten, I'm really happy you guys like what I write. Also Summer vacation officially starts this Friday and guess what I'll be devoting all my free time to? You guessed it! So there will be one every day starting this Friday! Hooray!

Your POV

Jack was the nicest boyfriend I had ever had. He took me to dinner, he called me whenever he could, and even though he still toured, he tried his best to always talk to me whenever he could. The distance wasn't the problem.

I am twenty years old. I'm old enough to make my own decisions about who I date or what I do. Jack's 34. When I told my parents about it, it didn't go over too well.

"You're too young!" They'd tell me. "He's too old for you." "Is he going to be able to keep up with you?" "What're you going to do when he dies first?"

The endless questions didn't help. However, when Jack came out to the twitter base of our relationship, it didn't go over so well, either. Girls were constantly reeling on me, calling me a slut and a whore. They called Jack a pedophile even though it was perfect legal. I could usually take it well, and never really paid attention to it. But when your own family even tells you that you've made the wrong decision, it's hard to ignore.

Jack was home for the time being, and I was visiting him. We were hanging out, just watching TV, when my mom texted me asking if I could go over.

"Jack?" I asked him nervously. I know he doesn't like going to my parents'. They always insult him or something.

"Hmm?" He turned to look at me.

"My parents invited me over for dinner."

He sighed and turned away from me, now gazing at the television. We were watching Adventure Time. Thirty-four years old, and he still watched Adventure Time. He's a kid at heart. "I guess so," he mumbled.

I smiled. He always tried to make an effort with me. That's one of the things I love about him. He always tries. "Thank you," I replied sincerely and hugged him from my spot on the sofa.

He mumbled something about not wanting to get pummeled with words but hugged me back anyway.

When we got to my parents' house, we knocked on the door, waiting for them to answer. "Y/N!" my mom greeted me. "You made it." She let us both in, but she didn't even address Jack. He was used to it, but I know it still hurt him to know that my parents would never approve of our relationship. "Dinner's ready, you made it right on time."

We walked into the dining room, and took our places at the table. They made spaghetti and garlic bread. I could almost bear the tension just for this.

"So, Y/N, how's school going?" my dad asked me. I was a year before graduating at the university in town. It was hard for Jack and I to see each other, but we managed.

"Good, finals are almost coming up."

"That's good. I assume Jack stays away for that then?"

Ouch. Wow, rude. I slipped my hand under the table to squeeze his hand in support. His face showed a little hurt on it, but he covered it up well. "No, Jack's in town for a couple weeks, I want to make the most of it."