Jack Barakat Imagines
The Boyfriend Tag
Your POV
“And Jack has promised to be in the next video as a victim, I know how much you guys all love Jack,” I laughed and spoke into the camera. “But that’s it for this video, thank you guys so much, bye!”
I turned off the camera and plugged it into my laptop to edit and upload, something I did a lot lately. I run a vlog that shows tips about makeup, and sometimes I have Jack here and he acts as the dummy I show it on. He looks really good in eyeliner, to be honest. They always seem to love it when he’s here.
After I posted it, I was scrolling through the comments to see what people had said, and one person suggested we do the boyfriend tag. I looked at the responses to those, and figured I’d do it, a lot of people were on board.
So I tweeted out to my follower asking for questions we could ask each other. I invited Jack over to talk about it, and when he showed up, we did so. On the floor. In my living room.
“Jack I have a challenge for you,” I told him.
“You’ve told me. What is it? I’m excited.”
“Do you know what the boyfriend tag is?”
“No?”
“We ask each other questions about ourselves to see if we can get them right and it’s a lot more fun if you have food to throw at each other if you get it wrong. Do you wanna?”
“I get to throw food at you? Hell yeah! I’m in.”
I giggled and grabbed my phone to look for questions to come up with by myself. We were going to do it the next day. Jack started to do the same thing, and we laid there for about an hour searching for questions. We had to decide what food to throw at each other if we got it wrong, and I feel like we decided well.
When the next day came, Jack came over and we decided to film it in my front yard so I wouldn’t have to clean up later. Jack and I set the tripod up to record ourselves. We put the food in front of us, and sat down.
“You ready?” I asked him.
He nodded and giggled, clearly ready for the challenge. I nodded and turned on the camera to record.
“Hey, what’s up, it’s Y/N, and surprisingly we’re not doing makeup today, but as promised Jack is here and he’s ready to make things interesting.”
Jack waved at the camera. “Heyooo!”
I smiled and continued playing with the packages of things in my hands. “So we’re doing the boyfriend tag as some of you have suggested. This is Jack. He’s my boyfriend. You knew that already though.”
“We are truly dating,” Jack interjected.
“Thank you for that.” I giggled and continued. “So we both came up with five questions to ask each other and then we were going to do three or so from Twitter from you guys.”
“And if we get it wrong,” Jack was excited about this part. “The first offence is a slap in the face with a piece of ham, the second offence is a handful of spray cheese on the face, and the third on up is whipped cream in a pie platter.”
“Should we get started?” I asked him. He nodded and I took out my phone to remember the questions. “Okay Jack, what color are my eyes?” I closed my eyes immediately so he couldn’t see.
“Ahhh, let me think.”
“Jack!”
“What?” He laughed then he poked me. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, they’re [_____].”
I took my hand off them, and smiled. “Good, you have done well.”
“Your questions are hard this isn’t fair.”
“They are not, what kind of questions did you come up with?”
“Really easy ones.”
“First one?” I asked him, already giggling out of control.
“What’s my favorite movie?”
“You’re right, that is super easy. Home Alone.”
“Dammit.”
“Okay, my turn! What did we do on our first date?”
“I changed my mind, you came up with easy ones.” He laughed to himself. “We had dinner with my mom.”
“No we didn’t,” I started to get a piece of ham out.
“Yeah we did!”
“Nope.”
“Come onnnn.”
“Nope, we actually went to see a movie, then we went to your house for dinner.”
“That was the same date!”
“Yeah, but we saw the movie first, so that counts as first.”
Jack groaned and braced himself for the meat to be slapped across his face. I slapped him, and he squeezed his eyes shut at the impact. “That one’s not as bad,” he laughed. “My turn. Who’s my favorite artist?”
“Blink-182.”
“Wrong!”
“What? That so is your favorite band!”
“Is not, you get ham in your face!” He giggled and took out a piece of ham.
“Who is it then?”
He slapped me with the ham, then took a bite out of it. “John Mayer.”
“No way!”
“This ham tastes like your face.”
“I wonder why,” I giggled and looked for my other question. “Okay, what was the very first pet I ever owned?”
“Did you ever even tell me this?” He asked me, staring up into the sky for answers.
“Pretty sure I did.”
“Pretty sure you didn’t,” he giggled. “How about Fido the dog?”
“Nope!” I grabbed the spray cheese and sprayed it around my hand.
“What was it then?”
I smeared it all over his face, and he shook it off like a dog. “It was [____] remember?”
“I don’t remember any of that, but okay, if you say so. My turn!” He wiped the cheese out of his eyes. “Where am I from?”
“Really, Jack? You always remind me where you’re from whenever we do anything.”
“I’m just making sure you’re paying attention.”
“Lebanon.”
“Good child. You get a cookie.” He gave me a cookie and I took it happily with my mouth. “I bet that cookie won’t taste very good with cheese all over my face.”
“Probably not,” I giggled. We finished the questions we came up with and we started going through twitter. “Okay, I got one. What’s one thing that I do a lot in the shower? I do this like literally all the time.”
“Sex!”
“Jack!”
“Oh yeah, even better. Sex with Jack!”
“No!” I hit him on the arm playfully and he started giggling uncontrollably.
“I don’t know, I don’t pay attention to it all the time.”
“That means you get whipped cream in your face.”
“I’m sorry for not paying closer attention to you in your showers.” He laughed to himself as I got his whipped cream ready.
“It’s [___] Jack.” I told him as I put it in his face.
“Ah! It got in my nose! It’s cold! Gahhh!”
“Good,” I giggled and sprayed some whipped cream in my mouth.
“My turn.” Jack took my phone from me, and started looking for something. “Here’s one, what was the very first thing I said to you?”
“I don’t remember that far back!”
“Come on, think about how we met,” he started laughing. He knew I wouldn’t get this one right.
“I don’t know, probably some weird ass pick up line.”
“Wrong! We met because I bought you a drink. I asked you what kind you wanted.”
“I don’t remember any of that.”
“I do!” He giggled and sprayed cheese on his hand. I shut my eyes hard to get ready for the cheese, and he spread all around my face. I squealed, and he laughed at my noises.
I wiped it out of my eyes, and gazed at the camera. “Well that’s all we’re going to do, see you next time. Maybe we’ll actually just throw more food at each other.”
Jack laughed and wiped his face on my shirt. “Y/N I feel dirty.” I giggled and turned the camera off. “Come on, let’s go get hosed off.”
“Does this mean I get to spray you with water?” Jack asked me excitedly. He followed me to the back where the hose was and we started playing in the water, spraying each other and messing around.
“And Jack has promised to be in the next video as a victim, I know how much you guys all love Jack,” I laughed and spoke into the camera. “But that’s it for this video, thank you guys so much, bye!”
I turned off the camera and plugged it into my laptop to edit and upload, something I did a lot lately. I run a vlog that shows tips about makeup, and sometimes I have Jack here and he acts as the dummy I show it on. He looks really good in eyeliner, to be honest. They always seem to love it when he’s here.
After I posted it, I was scrolling through the comments to see what people had said, and one person suggested we do the boyfriend tag. I looked at the responses to those, and figured I’d do it, a lot of people were on board.
So I tweeted out to my follower asking for questions we could ask each other. I invited Jack over to talk about it, and when he showed up, we did so. On the floor. In my living room.
“Jack I have a challenge for you,” I told him.
“You’ve told me. What is it? I’m excited.”
“Do you know what the boyfriend tag is?”
“No?”
“We ask each other questions about ourselves to see if we can get them right and it’s a lot more fun if you have food to throw at each other if you get it wrong. Do you wanna?”
“I get to throw food at you? Hell yeah! I’m in.”
I giggled and grabbed my phone to look for questions to come up with by myself. We were going to do it the next day. Jack started to do the same thing, and we laid there for about an hour searching for questions. We had to decide what food to throw at each other if we got it wrong, and I feel like we decided well.
When the next day came, Jack came over and we decided to film it in my front yard so I wouldn’t have to clean up later. Jack and I set the tripod up to record ourselves. We put the food in front of us, and sat down.
“You ready?” I asked him.
He nodded and giggled, clearly ready for the challenge. I nodded and turned on the camera to record.
“Hey, what’s up, it’s Y/N, and surprisingly we’re not doing makeup today, but as promised Jack is here and he’s ready to make things interesting.”
Jack waved at the camera. “Heyooo!”
I smiled and continued playing with the packages of things in my hands. “So we’re doing the boyfriend tag as some of you have suggested. This is Jack. He’s my boyfriend. You knew that already though.”
“We are truly dating,” Jack interjected.
“Thank you for that.” I giggled and continued. “So we both came up with five questions to ask each other and then we were going to do three or so from Twitter from you guys.”
“And if we get it wrong,” Jack was excited about this part. “The first offence is a slap in the face with a piece of ham, the second offence is a handful of spray cheese on the face, and the third on up is whipped cream in a pie platter.”
“Should we get started?” I asked him. He nodded and I took out my phone to remember the questions. “Okay Jack, what color are my eyes?” I closed my eyes immediately so he couldn’t see.
“Ahhh, let me think.”
“Jack!”
“What?” He laughed then he poked me. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, they’re [_____].”
I took my hand off them, and smiled. “Good, you have done well.”
“Your questions are hard this isn’t fair.”
“They are not, what kind of questions did you come up with?”
“Really easy ones.”
“First one?” I asked him, already giggling out of control.
“What’s my favorite movie?”
“You’re right, that is super easy. Home Alone.”
“Dammit.”
“Okay, my turn! What did we do on our first date?”
“I changed my mind, you came up with easy ones.” He laughed to himself. “We had dinner with my mom.”
“No we didn’t,” I started to get a piece of ham out.
“Yeah we did!”
“Nope.”
“Come onnnn.”
“Nope, we actually went to see a movie, then we went to your house for dinner.”
“That was the same date!”
“Yeah, but we saw the movie first, so that counts as first.”
Jack groaned and braced himself for the meat to be slapped across his face. I slapped him, and he squeezed his eyes shut at the impact. “That one’s not as bad,” he laughed. “My turn. Who’s my favorite artist?”
“Blink-182.”
“Wrong!”
“What? That so is your favorite band!”
“Is not, you get ham in your face!” He giggled and took out a piece of ham.
“Who is it then?”
He slapped me with the ham, then took a bite out of it. “John Mayer.”
“No way!”
“This ham tastes like your face.”
“I wonder why,” I giggled and looked for my other question. “Okay, what was the very first pet I ever owned?”
“Did you ever even tell me this?” He asked me, staring up into the sky for answers.
“Pretty sure I did.”
“Pretty sure you didn’t,” he giggled. “How about Fido the dog?”
“Nope!” I grabbed the spray cheese and sprayed it around my hand.
“What was it then?”
I smeared it all over his face, and he shook it off like a dog. “It was [____] remember?”
“I don’t remember any of that, but okay, if you say so. My turn!” He wiped the cheese out of his eyes. “Where am I from?”
“Really, Jack? You always remind me where you’re from whenever we do anything.”
“I’m just making sure you’re paying attention.”
“Lebanon.”
“Good child. You get a cookie.” He gave me a cookie and I took it happily with my mouth. “I bet that cookie won’t taste very good with cheese all over my face.”
“Probably not,” I giggled. We finished the questions we came up with and we started going through twitter. “Okay, I got one. What’s one thing that I do a lot in the shower? I do this like literally all the time.”
“Sex!”
“Jack!”
“Oh yeah, even better. Sex with Jack!”
“No!” I hit him on the arm playfully and he started giggling uncontrollably.
“I don’t know, I don’t pay attention to it all the time.”
“That means you get whipped cream in your face.”
“I’m sorry for not paying closer attention to you in your showers.” He laughed to himself as I got his whipped cream ready.
“It’s [___] Jack.” I told him as I put it in his face.
“Ah! It got in my nose! It’s cold! Gahhh!”
“Good,” I giggled and sprayed some whipped cream in my mouth.
“My turn.” Jack took my phone from me, and started looking for something. “Here’s one, what was the very first thing I said to you?”
“I don’t remember that far back!”
“Come on, think about how we met,” he started laughing. He knew I wouldn’t get this one right.
“I don’t know, probably some weird ass pick up line.”
“Wrong! We met because I bought you a drink. I asked you what kind you wanted.”
“I don’t remember any of that.”
“I do!” He giggled and sprayed cheese on his hand. I shut my eyes hard to get ready for the cheese, and he spread all around my face. I squealed, and he laughed at my noises.
I wiped it out of my eyes, and gazed at the camera. “Well that’s all we’re going to do, see you next time. Maybe we’ll actually just throw more food at each other.”
Jack laughed and wiped his face on my shirt. “Y/N I feel dirty.” I giggled and turned the camera off. “Come on, let’s go get hosed off.”
“Does this mean I get to spray you with water?” Jack asked me excitedly. He followed me to the back where the hose was and we started playing in the water, spraying each other and messing around.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16