barakat-thing

I asked Jack how his hand feels after signing his name so many times and he said “I’ve been masturbating a lot recently so it’s fine” and if that ain’t the most Jack Barakat thing I’ve ever heard…

Hey :) Do you maybe want to write a jack barakat imagine where you both play at warped tour and one night ATL throws a party in the bus area and he invites you and then you hit it off and spend the night together in their bus ? :) The next morning Jack shyly confesses that he doesn't want this to be a one-night-stand :)Also a smutty part and jacks pov ?

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jediviolet  asked:

Hi! Idk if you know who austin carlile is but I love your 'what it would be like to date jack barakat' thing so I was wondering if you could do what it would be like to date austin carlile? Please:)xx

KNOW HIM?! KNOW HIM?! Austin is my favorite person in the world after Jack 😂😂😍 I love doing this one, Austin is seriously the sweetest person ever

Dating Austin would involve:

  • Helping him design new things for Neff x Austin Carlile
  • Going on tour with him
  • You being his princess
  • Him telling you how much he loves you every second
  • Picnic under the stars
  • Him calling you baby girl
  • Gentle sex
  • Tracing his tattoos
  • Hanging out with Tally
  • Cuddles and cuddles and cuddles
  • Going to Coachella
  • Romantic vacation
  • Making Alan jealous of your relationship
  • “Can you sing me the Squidgy song?”
  • “Why can’t i cook?”
  • “No, i’m not going to babysit Alan”
  • “I don’t want you to leave”
  • “Can you give me a piggyback ride around Warped?”
  • “What do you eat to be that tall”
  • “Noo, don’t get a haircut just yet”
  • “You’re amazing person, i hope you know that”

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. Started making his way past two in the morning, he hasn’t been sober for days.

Her body was a gateway, but it was her whole personality that got him hooked on her. She was a drug and was the only thing in his system. For days he had barely eaten or slept and he didn’t even care. The dream was ending though, she said. She told him that it would be over and that last night was the last time he would see her. Somehow, though, he convinced her to spend a few normal days with him in the real world. He tried not to fall, he really did, but she was mesmerizing.

Leaning now, into the breeze, remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees. They had breakfast together, but two eggs don’t last like the feeling of what he needs.

He was certain that he would never forget the night before. Hell, he never stopped thinking about it. It would hit him when he was walking down the street or eating or even sleeping. He got a bad taste in his mouth, like the taste of the eggs she made that had too much pepper in them the last time that he saw her. She said that she would see him later and it all seemed so normal. Nothing was wrong, nothing was off, he was just going to work and would come back and she would still be there.

Now this place seems familiar to him. She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin. She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs, left him dying to get in.

His friends told him to forget about it. They thought that a different girl every other night bringing him up another flight of stairs in another house after another night of too much drinking was going to fix what was wrong with him, but they weren’t even close. He just saw a piece of her in them but they could never measure up. Their hair was never the right length or color and their eyes never had the same sparkle that he pathetically fawned over. He didn’t want to only be thinking about her and he sure as hell didn’t ask for it.

Forgive me, I’m trying to find- my calling, I’m calling at night- I don’t mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl? She’s been running through my dreams, but it’s driving me crazy, it seems. I’m going to ask her to marry me.

On another night of flowing drinks and loud music, he snapped. He was telling anyone in ear shot about her and asking anyone if they had seen “the girl from a few Sunday’s ago.” No one had. He claimed that he was going to find her and get her back and even keep her forever. He knew he was embarrassing himself but he was going to get to her, damnit. How did he even let her go in the first place?

Even though she doesn’t believe in love, he’s determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies? They’re filling his gut.

How could she not feel what he’s feeling? She has to be in the same agony that he’s in because she’s not seeing his face every day, not hearing his voice when she’s falling asleep, not seeing his face when she wakes up. He can hardly go day to day without feeling like he wanted to cry. He was going insane and as stupid as it was, every time he heard church bells or passed a jewelry store he had to stop himself from thinking too hard about her that he went even more insane than he already was.

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces. He pleads, oh, he tries, but he’s only denied. Now he’s dying to get inside.

He didn’t remember exactly what house number was hers in the state he was in. He stumbled from door to door trying to get her to come outside, but she wasn’t in any of them. He begged her neighbors to tell him where she was, but they were just trying to get the drunk guy off of their porch and onto someone, anyone, else’s. He thinks he may actually be dying.

Forgive me, I’m trying to find-my calling, I’m calling at night- I don’t mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl? She’s been running through my dreams, and it’s driving me crazy it seems, I’m going to ask her to marry me.

He was certifiably insane. At least, according to anyone that came into contact with him. He went through all of his texts and all of the pictures he had taken in their less than a month together. He was trying to find her like she wanted to be found. Maybe she did, but certainly not by him.

The neighbors said, “She moved away.” Funny how it rained all day. I didn’t think much of it then but it’s starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor to find my whoever. Wherever she may be.

His world was ending and she was supposed to be there. She was supposed to swoop in at the last minute and make him okay again. The thunderstorms inside of his mind and heart weren’t letting up and the rain only got harder when he knew he would never see her again. A few times he opened the picture that he had of her and went to search for her, but he just felt like he was dragging the weight of the world behind him when he stood up to put on his shoes. If she wanted him then she would come back, right? She would come back.

I’m not coming back, I’ve done something so terrible, I’m terrified to speak, but you’d expect that from me. I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt, now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world, I’m so many thousands of feet off the ground. I’m over you now, I’m at home in the clouds, towering over your head.

She really was gone. She had a hold over him and wasn’t letting up. Seeing her would be better, at least he would know where she was and where she had been. He thought that she was going to come back and apologize for putting him through actual hell, but in the back of his mind he knew that he hadn’t been on her mind since he had been in her bed.

Well, I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home.

Finally, he was giving up. For the better, honestly. She was still always going to be on his mind, probably a little too much for it to be alright. But he was going to try, which was more than she ever did.

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AU: You’re interviewing 5 Seconds of Summer during their first trip to your country and Michael Clifford, one of the members, is trying to put the moves on you. 

*so anon requested “one like the Luke one but with Michael instead” a little bit ago…? don’t know if you meant the radio interview or the “Jack Barakat is your dad thing”, so i just went with the interview, let me know if you wanted the other one lol*

*gifs not mine, creds to owner(s)*

*trying to do as many au’s before my flight so keep sending in requests here*