Jack Barakat Imagines

Accidentally Confessed Love

Maybe one where you and Jack are best friends and you're worried that he isn't happy bc he's drinking a lot more and snapping at you. After a small fight you ask him what's wrong and he confesses that the band is stressing him and eventually in his rambling he says he likes you and fluff. (Maybe smut, if the situation allows) thank you! :)

AN This one sounds really cute. I'm excited. My favorite kinds to write. Ones with lots of dialogue >:D Jesus, I'm sorry guys. It's been so long, but I said I'd finish it so I will. I don't know why I put this off for so long. Anyway, so by suggestion of one certain anon, I have been challenged to the task of making fake text messages. So now with each Imagine, you don't only get a fantastic picture/gif of Jack fucking Barakat, you also get a text message sample. Believe me, I'm as excited as you are. So congrats to you guys for being rad as hell and coming up with stellar ideas. Anyways the gif is Jack being adorable, and shrugging his damn fine shoulders pretending like he doesn't know what he just said. And the conversation is between him and Alex right after Jack just blurted it out. Enjoy my lovelies.

Also- for a note on wattpad, I'm sorry but apparently I can't publish a story with 2 pictures, so I'll just leave it as the conversation for now since we've all seen Jack. I know, it saddens me too, but I guess I'll have to choose. Someone please help me to learn the ways of this site. I'd appreciate it. Thanks!

Y/N's POV

"Jaaaack, stop tickling me," I giggled. Jack wouldn't stop and just kept going at it. "Jack! That tickles!"

"That's the point," Jack laughed. He wouldn't stop and I just kept kicking him. I kicked a little too hard and he stopped completely with a hurt look on his face.

"Oh no, are you okay?"

He didn't look at me just walked away. What the hell? I thought. He usually wasn't all that upset when I sometimes hurt him. Which was a lot since he tickled me constantly.

"Jack, what's wrong?" He still didn't answer me, just sat there quietly on the couch. I poked him and he looked up at me, sort of glaring. I couldn't help but laugh. I've never seen Jack get mad before, so him looking angry made me laugh. I immediately regretted it afterward when I saw that he was serious. "Are you okay?"

He didn't answer again, just stood up and walked out of the room. He's been acting really weird lately. He had been really short with me in the past couple of days. I didn't understand what was going on through that boy's head. I looked in his liquor cabinet and there wasn't very much in there. Just yesterday it was well stocked.

"Jack?" I called. He didn't really answer me. He just looked up from where he was sitting and glanced back down. "Jack, what's wrong?" If he'd been drinking, that usually means that things aren't going well for him. Especially that much alcohol.

He still didn't answer me, and I was getting worried. He just looked at me. His brown eyes were filled with what was a mixture of sadness, worry, and loneliness. He looked back down.

"Jack?" I poked his side. He looked angry again, and stared back at me. I put my hand down. "Why are you so mad at me?!"

"I'm not." Those were his first words that he said to me. They were quiet and soft and didn't convince me. He looked down.

"I don't believe you," I whispered to him. He looked back up at me again.

"I swear I'm not mad," he said quietly. "Other stuff has been going on, and I'm sort of freaking out."

"Why have you been acting so weird towards me?"

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you have. You've been snapping at me lately." I looked up at him and he wasn't looking back. I stared at him until it was uncomfortable. When he wouldn't acknowledge me, I walked out of the room. He followed me into the living room, and I spun around angrily. "What is it, Jack? I don't fucking understand, you get mad at me for responding when you tickle me. You don't even look at me when I talk to you. Your liquor cabinet is practically empty, and we all know that doesn't happen. Why're you so mad at me? What did I even do to make you so angry?"