français // Jack (pt 1)
“this gal has a jack x reader request because this gal is learning french! so could ya do me the honours and write this request? Jack and the reader have been dating in secret and often speak french to each other one of the boys use google translate or somehow figure out what they’re saying and finds out that they’re dating pretty please with a cherry on top” - anon
a/n: I had to make this two parts bc it got too long aha but I hope you enjoyed this! And I copied and pasted these translations straight off of Google so I’m sorry if they’re crAp. (Also, shoutout to @veryweirdintrovert for getting me into Jack’s lane to write this ahaha ly babe)
“No, you idiot!” I smack Corbyn suddenly, “The other side!”
“What are y’all doing?” Jack walks toward Corbyn and I carrying a bowl of caramel popcorn. He reaches his arm out and hands us the snack. I munch on the sugary goodness and explain why we’re suspended on a tree branch.
“We’re trying to set up the Halloween decorations but this dumbo isn’t helping too much!”
“(y/n), I said I’m sorry! I just got distracted by-”
“How realistic they make the decorations seem nowadays, I know, you’ve said that three times in the last half-hour, Corb.” I tease as he shovels a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.
I hand the bowl back to Jack and he also stuffs his face with the treat, “Wahy-halp g-”
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Jack.”
He chews quickly and swallows hard, “I saaaaiiiid good luck with that, then.”
“Go away, ugly duckling.” Corbyn flings a dead twig at Jack as he walks away, then focusing on the decoration set up once again.
Before Jack can walk back into the house, I catch his attention, “Hey, moron,”
“What?” He turns around, his lips wrapped around a kernel of popcorn.
“Je t'aime, ma petite nouille [I love you, my little noodle].” I smile.
“Et je t'aime, ma chérie.[And I love you, my dear.]” Jack grins.
“What the-” Corbyn looks between Jack and I, confused as ever.
“Nothing.” We both say quickly. Luckily, Corbyn was so caught up in the spooky spiders that he didn’t quite interpret our not-so-secret language. We hadn’t told any of the boys, so we decided to keep our feelings as undetectable as possible.
Even though we tried to keep our PDA extremely low to none at all, it would sometimes slip and we figured the boys would find out soon enough, so we started learning French and using the foreign language to say cute little things to each other while the boys were around, but still keep our relationship a secret. I knew that the boys would figure it out one day, but I thought that we would be able to stretch the time by using at least a different language. Yes, the boys are bright, but they really are all idiots on the surface.
“Okay, so now you want me to put skeleton over here or over here?” Corbyn interrupted my thoughts and I shake away the rest of my feelings.
“Put it over there.” I mumble, wondering when the blonde boy would figure out about Jack and I.
“Ready for the pool, yet?” Jack asks me as he shakes out his curly hair.
“Mhm, let me just go get a towel and I’ll be right out,” I say, walking towards the closet.
“Get me one too, yeah?”
“Whatever,” I roll my eyes and grab two towels either way.
I skip back to my secret boyfriend and throw the roll at him, “Ici, vous allez, tête de mouton [Here you go, sheep head].”
“Merci mon doux bébé [Thank you my sweet baby].” He responds and throws a slight smile my way.
“You’re welcome, bébé moche [ugly baby].” I wink at him. He rolls his eyes and coaxes me to walk alongside him as we head outside.
We stroll outside and all the boys turn to us at the same time.
“What?” Jack and I ask in unison.
“You two came out at the same time.” Zach squints, suspicious.
“So?” I retort nervously. I wasn’t going to have Zach find out and spoil our secret relationship. Not today.
“Doesn’t mean anything, Zach.” Daniel throws his empty water bottle at the 16-year-old’s head, “They probably went to get towels and waited for each other. That’s what you would do, right?”
Zach shrugs, still not completely convinced but putting the thought to the side, “I guess. Whatever you say, Dani.”
“Hey, (y/n), are you gonna go in?” Jack asks, pulling his shirt off.
I nod and start to remove my top as well, leaving the bikini under. I twist so that the boys wouldn’t be looking at me while I was changing, but when I turn back around, I notice Jack staring at me while the rest are distracted with other things.
“Oh my… être foutu [damn].” He says and I blush.
“Merci, petit garçon [thank you, baby boy].” I smile shyly.
“Tu es magnifique, tu le sais, non? [You’re gorgeous, you know that, right?].” He crosses his arms across his bare chest, approaching me, careful of the boys getting any clues.
“Je ne le suis vraiment pas, mais merci [I really am not, but thank you.].”
“Non, vous devez accepter que vous êtes l'être humain le plus éblouissant sur cette planète, (y/n). [No, you need to accept that you are the most stunning human being on this planet, (y/n)].” He frowns.
“Je t'aime [I love you],” I whisper as he pulls a strand of loose hair behind my ear.
“Je t'aime tellement plus [I love you so much more]” He glances back to make sure the boys aren’t looking then pecks my forehead.
I grin and push him away jokingly, “You’re stupid. I’m not going to the store to buy pool noodles. We already have enough noodles right here.”
He’s confused for a few seconds then remembers and goes along with the act, “Ugh, fiiiiiiine.”
I turn away sarcastically and strut to Zach, who is watching our actions closely from the poolside.
“What, apple-face?” I spit sassily.
“That… that was French, wasn’t it?”
“What was French?” My heart races. Zach can’t know, out of all people. Not Zach. He’s not one to keep little secrets. He can’t stop his mouth from running all over the place, spilling important facts.
“What you were speaking just now.”
“No,” I roll my eyes, “Jack was trying to get me to go to the store, that’s all.”
“Hm,” Zach squints at me. We give each other a dead stare as he searches my mind using only his hazel eyes. Like if he were reading a book, Zach scans my eyes and when he hits a certain spot, his gaze widens.
“It’s French. You’re talking to Jack in secret.” He blurts.
“What about it?”
“What are you even telling him?”
“Nothing. We make inside jokes and references.”
“That’s not all.” Zach raises his bushy eyebrows.
“Zach, will you get off my case?” I place my hands on my hips.
“Until you tell me what you tell Jack, I won’t.”
I sigh, “I don’t say anything important,”
“Heeeeeey hey hey hey,” Jack breaks up the conversation and turns to Zachary, “What’s going on, here?”
“You have a secret language with (y/n), don’t you?” He asks.
Jack scoffs, “Pfft, what about it?”
“You guys are speaking in code so that no one else can understand what you’re saying. That must mean that you’re saying something only you two should know,” Zach thinks out loud. Suddenly, his eyes widen and he gasps. Then, Jack pushes him into the pool.