Hullo, can you write me an imagine where Jack Barakat is your boyfriend of about a year or something and you never told him that you could play guitar but he comes home one day and you’re in bed playing guitar and singing one of their band’s songs? Like Therapy or Remembering Sunday and he thinks it’s really cute that you’re embarrassed of playing for him. Fluffy and cute please you can take it anywhere. Oh, I have long dark hair with gold and caramel highlights and brown-green eyes. Thanks.
(Sorry it’s so short xx)
You strummed along to a familiar beat, and without even thinking the lyrics poured out of your mouth, “I’m in trouble; I’m an addict, I’m addicted to this girl. She’s got my heart tied in a knot, and my stomach in a whirl. But even worse I can’t stop calling her, she’s all I want and more; I mean damn, what’s not to adore? I’ve been playing too much guitar; I’ve been listening to jazz. I’ve called so many times; I swear she’s going mad. And that cellular, will be the death of us I swear, I swear,” you sang, not expecting a response.
“How come you never told me you played?” your boyfriend of just over a year, Jack, asked, leaning against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.
You blushed and put the ukulele down beside you on the bed, “I… I don’t know. It just never came up,” you supplied.
“How long have you known how to play?” he asked, intrigued as he sat down in front of you on the bed.
“Since I was a kid, like, twelve years? My parents bought me my first guitar when I was six, and I wanted to learn to play uke too, so… I just… yenno, did,” you explained, still red in the face.
Jack suddenly got up and left the room, leaving you confused. He came back moments later carrying one of his acoustic guitars that he only really played around home.
He handed it to you where you sat on the bed, and smiled, “Play me something,” he said, sitting back down in front of you.
“Like what?” you asked, suddenly nervous.
“Um, what’s the song you know best?”
That made you blush harder, saying “OK,” as you looked down pretending to find your chords but really just trying to hide your blush.
You began to strum and the melody became very familiar in your mind and the lyrics spilled from your mouth, “My ship went down in a sea of sound, when I woke up alone I had everything. A handful of moments I wished I could change, and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.”
As you sang, you looked up and saw that Jack had a thoughtful expression on his face as he listened. You smiled back as the song ended and put the guitar down.
“So, what did you think?” you asked anxiously.
“I think… wow, just wow, Y/N,” he murmured, leaning forwards and kissing you.
At first the kiss started out slow, but then it became quickly heated as his tongue ran along your bottom lip, wanting entrance into your mouth. You giggled into the kiss as you pushed him backwards, sliding off the bed and running to the bathroom with Jack hot on your heels. You started the water and tore off your shirt and shorts as Jack discarded his, pulling you into his chest and kissing you as the bathtub filled with water. You broke away to pour in some bubbles and he laughed as the cap fell off, spilling half the bottle into the tub.
You scrambled to find the cap in the mess of bubbles, and instead of helping you find it, Jack pushed you lightly causing you to fall into the tub, creating a tidal wave of water to cascade over the side, soaking everything on the floor, “Oh my god Jack!”
He laughed as you sat there covered in bubbles and soaked from head to toe in your bra and underwear. Jack began to shimmy out of his boxers, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the tub beside you, “Oh no you don’t,” you giggled as another splash covered the bathroom floor.
Jack shoved bubbles in your face as you attempted to turn off the tap, and finally managed. “Fuck off!” you cried, scrambling to the farthest edge of the tub to get away from him.
“Nice try darling,” he chuckled as he sat in front of you with his knees on either side of yours, bent at the knee.
You pulled your own knees up to your chest and started laughing as the bubbles overflowed into the bathroom, soaking everything and anything within their reach. They surrounded you and Jack creating a sort of bubble… bubble. At that thought, you burst out laughing, grinning hugely at your boyfriend.
You loved him so much, and you knew that Jack was the one you wanted for the rest of your life. You just knew. And especially when there were moments like this when taking a bath together could be fun and cute, and not just all about sex. Like, sex was great too, but sometimes you just needed to be reminded what it was like to be a kid, and doing that with the boy you loved, well, that’s even better.
Jack began to laugh just as hard as you, touching his nose lightly to yours in a caring gesture.
When the laughing died down to just a giggle or two, Jack pressed his forehead against yours and sighed happily, “We’re gonna have to clean this up eventually.”
You laughed, “I’m not doing it,” you interjected immediately.
“Awe come on, babe, you need to help! It’s totally your whole fault,” he laughed again.
“Is not!” you protested.
“Fine; I’ll clean it. But you have to do something for me!”
“And what’s that?” you asked, daring him to say something he shouldn’t.
“You’ve gotta sing more for me. Not just today, but all the time,” he grinned, pulling away to look you in the eyes. “Promise?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“As long as I don’t have to clean, absolutely,” you laughed, leaning forwards just a bit to peck him on the lips, pulling away as his hand came from behind him and smushed bubbles into your hair, “Jack!”