jack and jack imagines.

halloween/johnson

"It's halloween baby." I smiled, grinning at Johnson. "What's that mean?" He questioned, a confused but worried look spreading onto his face. "Let's go to a haunted house." I nodded, placing myself in his lap. "And where would we go?" He asked, kissing my forehead. "You know that place on 45?" I asked, biting my bottom lip. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Y/n no. One, that's very illegal and two, you're gonna get too scared." He explained, pushing my hair behind my shoulders. "Nuh-uh! You'll get scared! Plus, who's gonna be there to catch us? No one!" I argued back. "Please baby." I begged, pressing my lips against his slowly but softly. He rolled his eyes, nodding softly. "Okay. Fine."
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My hands began to shake as Jack helped me over the small brick wall. "Jack. What if it's really haunted." He laughed lightly, holding my hands. "We can turn back now if you'd like." He suggested. Me? Turn back from something like this? Never. "No. We're fine." I nodded, swallowing the fear. "Baby. If you don't feel comfortable we won't do this." He pushed on. But I was fine. At least for now. "No Johnson I'm fine." He shrugged his shoulders, walking us closer to the building. The chills rose on my body as we entered the empty building. Our steps echoed as I began to look around. The hundred year old walls chipped and began to look as if it would fall any second. I was scared. "Jack." I whispered faintly. I felt as if eyes were on me. "Yeah?" He whispered back. "Someone's watching us." I mumbled. "You feel it too?"