Jack Barakat Imagines
AHS Freakshow (No Spoilers)
Your POV
I was excited. Jack and I were finally having some alone time. After months of tour and even longer recording, we could finally have a night in.
“What should we do?” I asked him. I suck at making decisions.
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” He smirked at me.
“Jack, you know how I handle decisions.”
“Yeah- you don’t.” He winked at me.
“Jaack~” I whined.
“Alright, alright.” He gave in and nuzzled in closer. “How about a scary movie?”
“I’m down with that.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. “I call choosing!”
He laughed at me, and threw the controller for netflix at me. I took it and searched through netflix. Every time I would find something worth watching, he’d shake his head. “Fine, Mr. Picky,” I gave. “If you’re so persistent to watch a certain movie, then you choose.”
“I will,” he declared. “Jesus, there really is nothing good, is there?”
“There was until you disagreed with everything I mentioned,” I mumbled.
“Well, now what do we do?”
“I don’t know, you’re the expert.” My phone yelled at me in my reminder tone with was the noise right before someone dies in the movie Psycho. “Hey! American Horror Story premieres tonight! Let’s watch that!”
“Alright, I’m fine with that.”
“Yay!” We turned on the cable box, and found the channel it was on and waited for it to start.
“What’s this season called?” Jack asked.
“Freakshow I think.”
“I didn’t even see Coven though!”
“I know neither did I.”
Jack gave me those chocolate puppy eyes, and pouted. “We can’t watch season four without seeing season three.”
“Sure we can! It’s not consecutive.”
“But still.”
“Don’t worry, Jack. I’ll protect you.”
“But Y/N I’m scared.” He climbed into my lap and hugged me close. “Save me,” he whispered in my ear. I laughed at him.
“I’ll save you.”
“Thank god.” He bounced up and down in my lap as I was trying to start the show. It was really hard to do since I was about 5’6” and he was 6’2”.
“Jack, this is very complicated.”
“Shh, just let it happen.” We laughed and then started the show. It started off with the two-headed girl and the clown. Oh god. I fucking hate clowns. With a fiery passion. One time, on my seventh birthday, this clown was supposed to be at my birthday. So he showed up, he was drunk, and thought I was about fourteen or something like that. I was clearly seven, but he still didn’t know. So he came up to me, asked me if I was ready to get paid. Thankfully my mom was around, heard the conversation, and fired him. Long story short, I’ve been afraid of clowns ever since.
Jack didn’t notice that I was hiding behind my blanket every time the clown showed up, and I didn’t want him to. He might have made fun of me. When it was over he yawned and I yawned, and we were ready to go to bed.
I crawled in the covers next to him, excited that he was mine all night. He slept in the nude since it was comfortable to him, and I was in my bra and underwear. I snuggled up right next to him. I’m always freezing during the night and he’s always burning hot.
Jack’s POV
I watched Y/N as she fell asleep right away. She was so cute as she slept. She looked so peaceful and adorable and I just wanted to keep her forever. I laid my head down, and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
I woke up quickly and frantically to Y/N screaming. She was screaming, “No! Stop! Don’t do it!” I shook her to try and wake her up, and when she awoke, she sat up and was panting quite hard.
“Are you okay, Y/N? What’s wrong, what happened?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” She was close to tears.
“But, babe, you love me.” I pleaded with her using my puppy eyes. She finally gave in.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Okay well, I’m terrified of clowns.” I chuckled a little bit. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Go on.”
“I had a nightmare that the clown from my seventh birthday party came back to murder me, and you didn’t do anything to help, you just watched me.”
I hugged her really tight. “It’s okay love,” I reassured her. “Everyone’s afraid of something. You could’ve told me you were afraid of clowns before we watched American Horror Story. And before I bought one for your birthday party.”
“Jack!” she whined.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come here, baby, come lay down with me, you’ll be okay. You’re safe with me.” I hugged her close and kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We laid back down and she fell asleep for the rest of the night.
I was excited. Jack and I were finally having some alone time. After months of tour and even longer recording, we could finally have a night in.
“What should we do?” I asked him. I suck at making decisions.
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” He smirked at me.
“Jack, you know how I handle decisions.”
“Yeah- you don’t.” He winked at me.
“Jaack~” I whined.
“Alright, alright.” He gave in and nuzzled in closer. “How about a scary movie?”
“I’m down with that.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. “I call choosing!”
He laughed at me, and threw the controller for netflix at me. I took it and searched through netflix. Every time I would find something worth watching, he’d shake his head. “Fine, Mr. Picky,” I gave. “If you’re so persistent to watch a certain movie, then you choose.”
“I will,” he declared. “Jesus, there really is nothing good, is there?”
“There was until you disagreed with everything I mentioned,” I mumbled.
“Well, now what do we do?”
“I don’t know, you’re the expert.” My phone yelled at me in my reminder tone with was the noise right before someone dies in the movie Psycho. “Hey! American Horror Story premieres tonight! Let’s watch that!”
“Alright, I’m fine with that.”
“Yay!” We turned on the cable box, and found the channel it was on and waited for it to start.
“What’s this season called?” Jack asked.
“Freakshow I think.”
“I didn’t even see Coven though!”
“I know neither did I.”
Jack gave me those chocolate puppy eyes, and pouted. “We can’t watch season four without seeing season three.”
“Sure we can! It’s not consecutive.”
“But still.”
“Don’t worry, Jack. I’ll protect you.”
“But Y/N I’m scared.” He climbed into my lap and hugged me close. “Save me,” he whispered in my ear. I laughed at him.
“I’ll save you.”
“Thank god.” He bounced up and down in my lap as I was trying to start the show. It was really hard to do since I was about 5’6” and he was 6’2”.
“Jack, this is very complicated.”
“Shh, just let it happen.” We laughed and then started the show. It started off with the two-headed girl and the clown. Oh god. I fucking hate clowns. With a fiery passion. One time, on my seventh birthday, this clown was supposed to be at my birthday. So he showed up, he was drunk, and thought I was about fourteen or something like that. I was clearly seven, but he still didn’t know. So he came up to me, asked me if I was ready to get paid. Thankfully my mom was around, heard the conversation, and fired him. Long story short, I’ve been afraid of clowns ever since.
Jack didn’t notice that I was hiding behind my blanket every time the clown showed up, and I didn’t want him to. He might have made fun of me. When it was over he yawned and I yawned, and we were ready to go to bed.
I crawled in the covers next to him, excited that he was mine all night. He slept in the nude since it was comfortable to him, and I was in my bra and underwear. I snuggled up right next to him. I’m always freezing during the night and he’s always burning hot.
Jack’s POV
I watched Y/N as she fell asleep right away. She was so cute as she slept. She looked so peaceful and adorable and I just wanted to keep her forever. I laid my head down, and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
I woke up quickly and frantically to Y/N screaming. She was screaming, “No! Stop! Don’t do it!” I shook her to try and wake her up, and when she awoke, she sat up and was panting quite hard.
“Are you okay, Y/N? What’s wrong, what happened?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” She was close to tears.
“But, babe, you love me.” I pleaded with her using my puppy eyes. She finally gave in.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Okay well, I’m terrified of clowns.” I chuckled a little bit. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Go on.”
“I had a nightmare that the clown from my seventh birthday party came back to murder me, and you didn’t do anything to help, you just watched me.”
I hugged her really tight. “It’s okay love,” I reassured her. “Everyone’s afraid of something. You could’ve told me you were afraid of clowns before we watched American Horror Story. And before I bought one for your birthday party.”
“Jack!” she whined.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come here, baby, come lay down with me, you’ll be okay. You’re safe with me.” I hugged her close and kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We laid back down and she fell asleep for the rest of the night.
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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