Jack Barakat Imagines

Meeting Your Parents

can you do a jack one where he meets y/n family and he tries to be on his best behavior but y/n will randomly tease him but he can get his way later on if you get me

AN Btw guys I found my glasses thank god :D Okay I don't ever know what to do with family, so I apologize if this gets confusing. Y/L/N means Your Last Name and Y/F/O/M/F/N means Your Father or Male Figure's Name. Sorry for the confusion. I just didn't know if I should name your parents. Some people might not even have both parents. If that's so then make all the exchange between those two. This is getting confusing, I'm sorry. Also, I don't know if spaghetti is your favorite, but I'm having spaghetti cravings. I love it so much. You can replace it with yours if you wish. I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm supposed to be up in two hours, yay insomnia!

Warning: smut

Your POV

I fixed the tie on Jack's suit. "You're going to be just fine," I told him. "They're going to love you."

"That's what you say, but have you ever been on the receiving end of meeting your girlfriend's parents?" He asked me in a breathy tone. "It's terrifying."

"Well I haven't ever met a girlfriend's parents, but I have met a certain boyfriend's parents. Tell me again how that one was supposed to go?"

I was referring to the time that I had met Jack's parents and siblings. They didn't exactly welcome me easily. They constantly teased me, making me question if they really liked me. They were like Jack only they had nothing holding them back. Always making jokes. Not that it was bad, but I wasn't expecting it. I was expecting Jack, but not all of those Barakats. There were so many of them.

"Relax, they loved you."

"Yeah, sure, they loved me. But did they tell me? No." I answered my own question as we walked up to my front door.

"Why were we supposed to dress up?" Jack looked at me, questioning my ways.

"My mom loves dresses, now be quiet, I'm ringing the doorbell." He shushed, and I rang the doorbell. My mom answered me and welcomed me with a hug.

"So this must be the famous Jackary I hear so much about," she smiled as she welcomed Jack with a happy expression on her face.

"Actually it's Jack, but yeah, that's me," Jack smiled and held out his hand for her to shake. She instead pulled him in for a hug. He coughed awkwardly when she let go.

"It's Jackary, Mom," I whispered to her. "Trust me." Jack stuck his tongue out at me as I snickered behind him. We walked in and set our coats on the hangers and I started to slip off my shoes.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" Jack asked me.

"This is a house, Jack. Usually people take off their shoes when they walk in them."

"Yeah, but we're in fancy attire. I'll feel weird without my shoes on."

I patted him on the back. "Get used to it." He scoffed and started to make his way over to my family. Before Jack could wander too far, I pinched him on the ass, causing him to yelp out in surprise. People turned to look at us and I just waved casually. When they turned away, I winked at Jack.

He looked rather confused and wandered over to where people were sitting. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and looked around at our decor. "Guys, this is Jackary." I gestured to him, and they all gave him a wave. "Jackary, this is my dad, my mom is in the kitchen, my sister Polly, and my brother Greg. Say hello."

"Hello, and my name is not Jackary, it's Jack," he told them with a wave.

"You just keep telling yourself that honey."