Jack Barakat Imagines

Flowers and Tattoos

hey could u do one that i got from one of those au posts things where y/n works in a tattoo/piercing shop and jack is working in a flower shop next door (maybe his mum owns it or smth???) and maybe she goes in to get some flowers or something and then idk u take it from there? sorry if this is terrible omg its the first request ive done

AN Guys, I seriously cannot find my glasses, so I apologize in advance for the typos I may or may not make. I really appreciate all the requests you guys send me, and I'm really grateful that you're willing to wait for your request. I'm trying to update as fast as I can. I was having a really rough night last night, so I'm sorry for the the lack of update, but one here's now, and I hope it's good :) The edit is done by me as well :] Jack in flower crowns, how can I resist? I know I already basically used this picture but it's mostly different and I love it cuz it's cute as hell. I hope you guys enjoy xx

Jack's POV

I work in a flower shop. It's not what you think, I'm not gay or anything. I mean, I do have a really close friendship with my friend Alex, but it's nothing like that. My mom owns it, but it doesn't help that literally everyone knows I work here. I may be 23 years old, but Jesus Christ have you ever worn a flower crown? It looks wonderful on anyone. Including guys.

Everyone, literally everyone, thinks I'm gay. My sister, my brother, my parents (even though they don't say anything), all the assholes that come in this shop. I mean I don't care or anything, but it really puts a damper on things when I try to have a relationship, or start one. They immediately put me in the "gay best friend" category and ship me with Alex. Everyone I've met.

I try my hardest to meet someone, that's always what I've wanted. I don't even have a type, I just want to meet someone that doesn't judge me for wearing flower crowns or for working in this place. I like it here, it's nice.

I was fixing some petunias that were knocked off by some preteen boys. They don't really have coordination, why their parents were letting them run around in a flower shop was beyond me.

I heard the ringing of the bell above the door, signaling someone walking in, and looked up. I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. She looked sort of out of place walking in here, more like she belonged at a bar. Not that she was slutty or anything, just her style clashed with what was going on in here. More like she belonged in a tattoo shop. Yeah, that fits her. She sure was gorgeous though.

She looked around, slightly lost. I watched her go over to the roses, deep in thought. I glanced over at my mother, and it looked like she was consciously ignoring helping this girl. Should I try and help?

I fixed the nametag on my shirt and took in a deep breath. It was now or never. I took my time walking up to her, I didn't want to startle her or anything, she looked like she was really concentrating.

When I got there, I was just about to introduce myself when she spoke. "So, you're a guy right?" she asked, her finger on her chin, still staring intently at the flowers.

It took me by surprise. I was just about to introduce myself to ask if she needed help, and she spoke to me first. Nerve-wrecking if you ask me. "What?" I questioned, alarm present in my voice.

"You're a guy, you know. Like you think things like a man. You talk about sports to your friends, you put your feet up on nice coffee tables, you shout loudly at things that don't needed to be shouted out. Guy stuff."

"Uh, as far as I can tell." I glanced down at my wardrobe. How she came to that conclusion was beyond me. I had a flower crown in my jet black hair, and I was wearing skinny jeans. Far from any "typical male" stereotype that I know of.