Jack Barakat Imagines

Taco Bell

Could you do one where Jack is drunk and he orders taco bell and you deliver it to him. When Jack opens the door & sees you, he tells you a cheesy pick up line cause who doesn't love drunk Jack charm. You decide what happens after that!

AN I hope this was really good! Or at least kinda good! I'm back loves! Trying to update I swear but it's real hard because i have no motivation. Thank you so much for sticking with me, I love you all to death. Trying to get some shit up for you guys. Vamp!jack and killer!alex are being saved til after I update my fanfics. The Silence is being updated tonight, so go ahead and chekc that out if you're feeling it. Enjoy loves xx

Warning: alcohol

Your POV

"Y/N!" my boss called to me. "Order up!" He handed me the brown paper bag with what appeared to be too many tacos one person can handle.

"Jesus Christ, is this like a party?" I asked him, staring at the total.

"Doesn't matter. It's not your job to ask questions, it's only your job to deliver the food. And don't forget to wear your hat!"

I waved at him as I walked out the door, muttering a "yeah, yeah," dismissively. I hated the hat most about this job, but at least I could drive around. I liked driving because I liked the way the car felt on the road. I liked finding my own secret passageways, especially through some place like Baltimore.

The delivery was sent to go to a large condo on some part of the town. I wasn't used to being in this area, but being the only Taco Bell that delivers has its challenges. I've been to weird neighborhoods in my time.

I sighed, grabbing the dozens of tacos this person delivered. There weren't many cars in the driveway, so either this guy was binge-eating or they had friends who didn't drive. Either way, this is going to be expensive for him and awkward for me.

I knocked on the door, anxious to see who all these tacos were for. I didn't even look to see what the order was. All I knew is that it was right and it was going here. I patiently waited for someone to answer the door.

The person who did answer nearly knocked me off my feet for how gorgeous he was though I was instantly turned off when the whiff of whiskey hit my nose. "Hi," he said casually. He was shirtless with black hair and a splotch of red. His Jack Skellington tattoo drew me in, but I resisted. Though I can see his oh-so-happy trail, I remained calm. He was overbearingly attractive, but I had a job to do.

"Hello, your order, sir?" I told him, handing over the bags. He nodded, grabbing them, and turning back into the house.

"Alex!" he yelled, startling me. "Get your ass over here and take the tacos!"

I stifled a laugh and brushed a hair back that fell in my face. "That'll be $75.87."

"Jesus Christ that's a lot of money. I sure bought a lot of tacos." He didn't seem to be too drunk as I spoke to him, he wasn't slurring heavily, but I could tell he was tipsy. "I sure hope these tacos are as spicy as you," he told me, looking me up and down.

I almost fell down from the surprise, given that he was hot as hell. Why a guy would say something like that, I didn't know. Especially to me. I'm wearing a fucking Taco Bell hat for god's sake.

"Jack, leave the poor girl alone and pay her her money," the mysterious Alex, I assumed anyway, spoke up. He came from behind, taking the tacos, and leaving Jack to pay. "And don't forget to tip!"

Jack stuck his hand in his pocket to search for his wallet I thought, but his hand came out empty. He searched the other pocket and then looked at me sheepishly. "I don't have it."