#friskyhands

{Can I have one where you go with your boyfriend Jack Barakat to his family reunion & his cousins start hitting on you until they realize you're his? Thanks c:}

(Sorry it's so short!)

You’re sitting in the front sit of your boyfriend, Jack’s car on the way to a family reunion. You get to meet his whole family. Hopefully they like me, you thought.

You finally arrived at Jack’s grandparents’ house where everyone would be meeting. You got out of the car and walked up the driveway holding Jack’s hand.

You looked up at him nervously and he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). They’re gonna like you. I promise.” You smiled and he kissed you before the door was opened by Jack’s grandmother.

“Hi grandma,” he said, hugging her and kissing her on the check. “Oh, this is my girlfriend (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” you said holding your hand out, but she smiled and pulled you in for a hug instead. You all walked inside and Jack’s family was all around. Some eating, other’s watching the game on tv.

“I’ll be right back (Y/N). I just gotta run to the bathroom real quick,” Jack said.

“Okay babe, I’ll be here,” you replied and chatted with Jack’s grandmother. You watched Jack make his way to the bathroom and he kept getting stopped by his family members who wanted to chat.

“Um hi?” you heard someone say.

“Hi,” you said turning around.

“I’m Matt. What’s your name cutie?”

“Oh,” you felt kind of awkward. “I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N). Hmm, that’s a beautiful name,” Matt said, inching closer to you. You looked around, but you didn’t see Jack anywhere.

“So you a family friend or something?” Matt asked, raising his eyebrows and smirking at you.

“Um, well,” you were kind of flustered.

“She’s my girlfriend,” Jack said from behind you before you could continue your sentence. You sighed in relief as Jack’s hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

Matt backed up, “Oh dude, sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” Jack laughed then said to you, “That’s my cousin Matt.”

“Oh,” you giggled and covered your mouth.

{Anon: Can I have a Vic Fuentes one where I'm worried about him leaving me, because I hold of having sex with him because of my scars? You can add smut at the end if you want. Thank-you so much if you do this, but you don't have to:)xxx}

(I didn't add any smut, but I hope you still like it.)

 Vic’s hand slowly moved up and down on my thigh while we cuddled on the couch.  I got nervous. What if he tries to take things further than normal? He’ll see my scars all over my leg, I thought.

What if he leaves me?

I shoved the thought from my mind and tried to enjoy the rest of the movie with Vic. I loved him so much.

I felt his lips on my neck, leaving gentle kisses.  I turned my head to give him more access.  His hand lightly grabbed the side of my face and pulled me toward him.   He kissed me, our mouths parted and things escalated as his tongue tangles with mine.  My stomach dropped as I felt his hand trying to unbutton my pants, but I continued kissing him.  Just to be safe, I grabbed his hands and placed them on my waist and slowly fell on top him, our lips never leaving each other. His hands trailed back to the zipper on my pants and I felt the nerves again.

“Vic,” I whispered.

“Yeah, baby?” He said back to me, “What’s wrong?”

I had to think of an excuse to stop things from getting too intense.  I really wanted Vic, really, but I didn’t to risk losing him because of the memories I engraved on my skin. “Vic,” I took a breath, then lied, “Uh, I’m on my period, so-“

“It’s fine,” Vic interrupted, caressing my cheek and smiling. “I understand.” He kissed me as we sat up a little.  I snuggled closer to him and wrapped one arm around his stomach.

. . .

I woke up the next morning and rolled over hoping to see Vic lying next to me, but his side of the bed was empty. 

“Hmmm,” I rolled on my back, “Vic,” I called, but no reply.

I got up from bed and decided to actually get dressed this morning.  Maybe Vic and I would do something later when he got home. 

I pulled down my pajama shorts and stepped out of them, walking towards my drawer of jeans.  The door opened and Vic walked in, looking over my body, his eyes pausing at my leg and widening in disbelief.

He looked up at me again, “(Y/N),” he whispered, walking closer to me.  I felt my eyes watering a little and my stomach was tied in a knot.  My tongue was the same; I couldn’t say anything.

He held the sides of my face in my hands, looking into my eyes as a tear rolled down my face. I mouthed the words “I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N),” he said again, his voice so comforting. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I love you more than anything.” He put his forehead to mine our noses almost touching as he still held my face, “Nothing, will ever change that.”

He knelt down, still looking at me.  He placed his hands on the sides of my leg and kissed each of my scars and breathed, “I love you,” a few times. I watched him gently trace his thumb across the most recent of scars before he pulled himself back up to me, our faces so close.

“Promise me,” he almost begged. “That you won’t ever hurt yourself again.”

I still couldn’t find my voice.

“Promise me (Y/N). Please.”

“I promise Vic,” I managed to get out, barely a whisper.

{Anon: one jack barakat imagine where we've been dating 7 months and we have lazy day c: very fluffffy pls :)}

(Sorry it's so short! I hope you like it anyway!)

“Babe,” I called from the couch. “Make some popcorn before I start the movie!”

“Got it already,” Jack called back to me as he walked into the living room and sat down next to me.  He kissed my forehead and I pressed play.

Jack’s arm wrapped around my shoulder and I snuggled closer to him as the previews flashed by and we ate the popcorn.  Days like this when we were at home together were my favorite.

. . .

After the movie was over, I realized that Jack had fallen asleep when I tried to get up and he didn’t move.  I gently placed my hand on his chest and crawled up close to his face. “Jack,” I whispered smiling and giggling. “Wake up baby.”

His eyes slowly fluttered open and he smirked when he saw me, our noses almost touching as I sat in his lap.  “Hey sleepyhead. How’d you like the movie?” I joked, holding the sides of his face in my hands.

He laughed sleepily, “Oh, it was fantastic,” the smile never leaving his face.  His arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. 

I lazily traced his jawline with one finger, then down his neck and to his chest.  “You’re so adorable when you’re sleepy.”

“Well you’re always adorable,” he grinned and pushed me down on the couch and kissed all over my face.  He paused and said, “I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jack,” I replied as we both sat up.

I got up from the couch and walked toward our bedroom down the hall.  It was already past midnight and watching movies always made me tired.  “I’m going to bed!” I announced, turning around to see Jack following right behind. “Oh, you’re coming too,” I smiled and continued walking.

I pulled the sheets back and hopped in and Jack did the same.  I pulled the blankets over both of us, covering our head.  As they slowly fell onto us, I looked at Jack and felt his arms pull me close to him as his lips met mine in the dark.

We both pulled the covers down to our shoulders after they landed on top of us.  We laughed remembering all the times we used to hide from our parents under the sheets when we were younger.  He kissed me one last time as if to say goodnight, and adjusted his position to get comfortable.