Up All Night (Eighteen)
Title: Up All Night
Author: Katie
Pairings: Jack Barakat/John O'Callaghan, Alex Gaskarth/Rian Dawson
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Jack
Summary: “It’s okay,” he mumbled to me. “I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together.”
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
Warning: This is an mpreg. So if you're no into that sort of thing, I would suggest you don't read it.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
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“You know, the one thing you forgot to take into consideration before you brought a puppy home is the fact that we live on the fifth floor of an apartment building,” I told Alex as he walked into the kitchen, running a hand through his messy hair. “And the fact that one of us needs to wake up in the middle of the night to take him out.”
“Did he shit on the floor?” he asked and I nodded, seeing him crinkle his nose.
“Ugh, sorry, dude. I’ll clean up the next one, I promise,” he answered, grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge and taking a swig.
“It’s cool,” I answered, sitting down in one of the chairs. “It’s just gonna suck when we’re both hugely pregnant.”
“Would it be completely gross to just put a doggy door out on the balcony for him to go in the middle of the night?”
“Nah, as long as we clean it up in the morning and don’t let a bunch of shit pile up out there,” I said and he nodded.
“Good shit. Just have to find someone who can put in a doggy door,” he said nodding and I laughed.
“Maybe your man candy can help us,” I teased, seeing him grin.
“Maybe.”
“So, how are things with you two, anyway?” I asked and he shrugged slightly.
“We’ve been dating for like a week,” he answered, scratching his belly before adjusting his shirt. “So yeah, it’s going great for a week-long relationship.”
“Good,” I grinned and he rolled his eyes.
“He’s taking me to my appointment today,” he told me, sitting down in the chair and propping his feet up in the one next to him as he stole a piece of microwaved sausage from my plate.
“Really?!” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “How’d you ask him to do that without freaking him out?”
“I didn’t ask him. He offered,” he answered, itching his stomach again and making a face. “Motherfucker, I need more cocoa butter.”
“He offered?!” I asked again, mouth falling open slightly. “Dude, where did you find this guy? Never let him go!”
“I found him at Starbucks. You were there,” he told me teasingly and I rolled my eyes.
“This is bullshit. When I go to Starbucks all I get is shitty coffee and some weird hippy chick putting a smiley face on my cup,” I whined and he laughed.
“Guess you just don’t know how to order,” he smirked and I nodded.
“I’m sorry. Next time I go I’ll make sure to order a tall cup of dreamy with two shots of perfect, hold the douche,” I said and he laughed again.
“I’m hoping he’s more of a viente, if you know what I’m saying,” he added with a wink.
“Um, gross,” I teased, picking my plate up and putting it in the sink. “What time is your appointment?”
“Eleven.”
“Okay. I should be home around one. Today’s my short day.”
“Alright. If I’m done at the doctor’s office by then I’ll probably be here, but who knows,” he told me. “Dude, I am so glad this is my last semester.”
“Me too. You have no idea. I just never expected to be graduating with a baby.”
“Yeah, I didn’t really calculate that into the equation either, but whatever. Nothing we can do now.”
“Nope,” I said with a small laugh, looking down at my slowly protruding stomach. “Guess we just gotta have the things.”
“And hope we do a good job somewhere.”
***
I groaned as something woke me up from my nap, looking around the room. My eyes landed on the clock, seeing it was about quarter to two and realizing I had been asleep for about half an hour. I finally zoned into the fact that someone was knocking on the door, getting off the couch and stumbling over to it.
In my sleepy stupor I opened it without first checking the peep hole, instantly regretting it when I found John on the other side of the threshold.
“What the fuck?” I stated, running a hand over my face tiredly. “What do you want?”
“I brought you lunch,” he said, holding up a Chick-fil-A bag as evidence. “Spicy chicken sandwich. Your favorite.”
I glared at the bag of delicious-smelling fast food, wanting so badly to turn him away but knowing he would take the chicken sandwich with him if I did. Sighing and letting my pregnancy cravings get the better of me, I opened the door wider and let him inside the apartment.
“I thought about getting you a kid’s meal, but I figured that wouldn’t really fill you up,” he told me jokingly as we sat down on the couch, and I gave him an annoyed look to show I wasn’t amused.
“What are you doing, John?” I asked, shaking my head as I took the sandwich and fries from him.
“I brought you lunch-”
“We’ve established that,” I told him, shoving a fry in my mouth as my stomach rumbled. “Why?”
“I missed you,” he answered and I snorted.
“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you hadn’t kicked me out of our apartment,” I told him coldly and he frowned.
“Jack, I told you-”
“I don’t give a fuck what you told me! You still kicked me, the person carrying your unborn child, out of the apartment we’re supposed to share! Do you not realize how disgusting that is?!” I demanded, seeing him cringe slightly. “You can sugar coat that however the fuck you want, but you are still an asshole! You are the fucking lowest of low, John!”
“Does yelling at me make you feel better?” he asked quietly and I glared.
“Yes! Yes, it really fucking does! Because you know what? You deserve it! You deserve to be yelled at and treated like shit! I don’t!” I said, voice getting louder as I put down the food and turned to him. “I don’t fucking deserve this shit, O’Callaghan! I did nothing but fucking love you! But you obviously didn’t love me! You just fucking ran away- no! You didn’t even run away when shit got rough! You made me leave! I wish you were the one that took it up the ass and got pregnant! I wouldn’t have made you leave! I would have stood by you until the end! But you can’t do that, because you’re a fucking coward! You’re an immature, piece of shit, bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself! Not even his boyfriend, or the fucking child he helped make!”
He continued watching me, taking a sip of his pop and I knocked it out of his hands, breathing a little heavier and feeling my heart pounding.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked, looking up from the spilled pop on the carpet to my face, which I’m sure was bright red.
“No I don’t fucking- Fuck you! I just want to shove your head in the fucking garbage disposal!” I yelled, glaring at him. “What is fucking wrong with you?!”
He didn’t answer and I made an exasperated noise, grabbing one of the throw pillows on Alex’s couch and wailing it at his head.
“Fuck you, John Ohh! Just fuck you! I hate you!” I screamed at him, grabbing another pillow and smacking him with it, but this time holding on so I could continue smacking it against any part of his body I could reach. “I fucking hate you! Why won’t you just fucking leave me alone?! Go drive off a fucking bridge!”
“Jack,” he said, putting his hands up to try to shield the blows. It may have just been a pillow, but I was putting all of my strength into it. “Jack! Stop!”
He grabbed a hold of my wrist, pulling the pillow away from me and tossing it across the room.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Let go of my arm, now!” I demanded, trying to pull away from him. I balled up my fist, landing blows against him and hearing him let out a noise of pain.
“Jack! Damnit, stop!” he said, grabbing both of my wrists and pulling me so I was against his chest. “Look, I’m sorry!
“Let me go!” I demanded, trying to free my arms, but he had a solid grip on them.
“Jack, listen to me! I let you say what you wanted to say-”
“That’s not even remotely close to everything I want to say to you, you cocksucker!” I spat at him and he sighed.
“Jack, I know. And I deserve all of that, everything you said. But I love you, and I’m sorry! I’m going to make it better.”
“I fucking hate you!” I told him, glaring right into his eyes.
“No you don’t.”
“Oh yes I do!”
“I’m going to fix this! I’m going to be there for you and our baby-”
“My baby!” I exclaimed. “It is my baby! You don’t just get to flip-flop and one day decide you want to be a father and then take it back!”
“Jack, I know I fucked up. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make it up to you,” he said. “I know I don’t deserve to be called a father right now, but I’m going to show you I’ve changed! I want our family, babe.”
I glared at him, holding my hands still.
“I’m not going to just come running back into your arms, John. I have to do what’s best for my child. If you want it, you have to earn it. And I’m not making any promises. You fucked up.”
“I will, I promise,” he said, moving forward and I gritted my teeth.
“If you kiss me right now, I swear to God I will stab you repeatedly in the face.”
♠ ♠ ♠Well hello there!
I know it's been foreeeeeeverrrrrrrr, but shit's been cray.
However, good news is I'm taking it upon myself and starting this story back up!
I'm super excited because it's one of my favorites!
Hopefully there are still some of you out there reading this! Let me know :)
Author: Katie
Pairings: Jack Barakat/John O'Callaghan, Alex Gaskarth/Rian Dawson
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Jack
Summary: “It’s okay,” he mumbled to me. “I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together.”
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
Warning: This is an mpreg. So if you're no into that sort of thing, I would suggest you don't read it.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/28224.html
“You know, the one thing you forgot to take into consideration before you brought a puppy home is the fact that we live on the fifth floor of an apartment building,” I told Alex as he walked into the kitchen, running a hand through his messy hair. “And the fact that one of us needs to wake up in the middle of the night to take him out.”
“Did he shit on the floor?” he asked and I nodded, seeing him crinkle his nose.
“Ugh, sorry, dude. I’ll clean up the next one, I promise,” he answered, grabbing the orange juice out of the fridge and taking a swig.
“It’s cool,” I answered, sitting down in one of the chairs. “It’s just gonna suck when we’re both hugely pregnant.”
“Would it be completely gross to just put a doggy door out on the balcony for him to go in the middle of the night?”
“Nah, as long as we clean it up in the morning and don’t let a bunch of shit pile up out there,” I said and he nodded.
“Good shit. Just have to find someone who can put in a doggy door,” he said nodding and I laughed.
“Maybe your man candy can help us,” I teased, seeing him grin.
“Maybe.”
“So, how are things with you two, anyway?” I asked and he shrugged slightly.
“We’ve been dating for like a week,” he answered, scratching his belly before adjusting his shirt. “So yeah, it’s going great for a week-long relationship.”
“Good,” I grinned and he rolled his eyes.
“He’s taking me to my appointment today,” he told me, sitting down in the chair and propping his feet up in the one next to him as he stole a piece of microwaved sausage from my plate.
“Really?!” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “How’d you ask him to do that without freaking him out?”
“I didn’t ask him. He offered,” he answered, itching his stomach again and making a face. “Motherfucker, I need more cocoa butter.”
“He offered?!” I asked again, mouth falling open slightly. “Dude, where did you find this guy? Never let him go!”
“I found him at Starbucks. You were there,” he told me teasingly and I rolled my eyes.
“This is bullshit. When I go to Starbucks all I get is shitty coffee and some weird hippy chick putting a smiley face on my cup,” I whined and he laughed.
“Guess you just don’t know how to order,” he smirked and I nodded.
“I’m sorry. Next time I go I’ll make sure to order a tall cup of dreamy with two shots of perfect, hold the douche,” I said and he laughed again.
“I’m hoping he’s more of a viente, if you know what I’m saying,” he added with a wink.
“Um, gross,” I teased, picking my plate up and putting it in the sink. “What time is your appointment?”
“Eleven.”
“Okay. I should be home around one. Today’s my short day.”
“Alright. If I’m done at the doctor’s office by then I’ll probably be here, but who knows,” he told me. “Dude, I am so glad this is my last semester.”
“Me too. You have no idea. I just never expected to be graduating with a baby.”
“Yeah, I didn’t really calculate that into the equation either, but whatever. Nothing we can do now.”
“Nope,” I said with a small laugh, looking down at my slowly protruding stomach. “Guess we just gotta have the things.”
“And hope we do a good job somewhere.”
***
I groaned as something woke me up from my nap, looking around the room. My eyes landed on the clock, seeing it was about quarter to two and realizing I had been asleep for about half an hour. I finally zoned into the fact that someone was knocking on the door, getting off the couch and stumbling over to it.
In my sleepy stupor I opened it without first checking the peep hole, instantly regretting it when I found John on the other side of the threshold.
“What the fuck?” I stated, running a hand over my face tiredly. “What do you want?”
“I brought you lunch,” he said, holding up a Chick-fil-A bag as evidence. “Spicy chicken sandwich. Your favorite.”
I glared at the bag of delicious-smelling fast food, wanting so badly to turn him away but knowing he would take the chicken sandwich with him if I did. Sighing and letting my pregnancy cravings get the better of me, I opened the door wider and let him inside the apartment.
“I thought about getting you a kid’s meal, but I figured that wouldn’t really fill you up,” he told me jokingly as we sat down on the couch, and I gave him an annoyed look to show I wasn’t amused.
“What are you doing, John?” I asked, shaking my head as I took the sandwich and fries from him.
“I brought you lunch-”
“We’ve established that,” I told him, shoving a fry in my mouth as my stomach rumbled. “Why?”
“I missed you,” he answered and I snorted.
“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you hadn’t kicked me out of our apartment,” I told him coldly and he frowned.
“Jack, I told you-”
“I don’t give a fuck what you told me! You still kicked me, the person carrying your unborn child, out of the apartment we’re supposed to share! Do you not realize how disgusting that is?!” I demanded, seeing him cringe slightly. “You can sugar coat that however the fuck you want, but you are still an asshole! You are the fucking lowest of low, John!”
“Does yelling at me make you feel better?” he asked quietly and I glared.
“Yes! Yes, it really fucking does! Because you know what? You deserve it! You deserve to be yelled at and treated like shit! I don’t!” I said, voice getting louder as I put down the food and turned to him. “I don’t fucking deserve this shit, O’Callaghan! I did nothing but fucking love you! But you obviously didn’t love me! You just fucking ran away- no! You didn’t even run away when shit got rough! You made me leave! I wish you were the one that took it up the ass and got pregnant! I wouldn’t have made you leave! I would have stood by you until the end! But you can’t do that, because you’re a fucking coward! You’re an immature, piece of shit, bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself! Not even his boyfriend, or the fucking child he helped make!”
He continued watching me, taking a sip of his pop and I knocked it out of his hands, breathing a little heavier and feeling my heart pounding.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked, looking up from the spilled pop on the carpet to my face, which I’m sure was bright red.
“No I don’t fucking- Fuck you! I just want to shove your head in the fucking garbage disposal!” I yelled, glaring at him. “What is fucking wrong with you?!”
He didn’t answer and I made an exasperated noise, grabbing one of the throw pillows on Alex’s couch and wailing it at his head.
“Fuck you, John Ohh! Just fuck you! I hate you!” I screamed at him, grabbing another pillow and smacking him with it, but this time holding on so I could continue smacking it against any part of his body I could reach. “I fucking hate you! Why won’t you just fucking leave me alone?! Go drive off a fucking bridge!”
“Jack,” he said, putting his hands up to try to shield the blows. It may have just been a pillow, but I was putting all of my strength into it. “Jack! Stop!”
He grabbed a hold of my wrist, pulling the pillow away from me and tossing it across the room.
“Don’t fucking touch me! Let go of my arm, now!” I demanded, trying to pull away from him. I balled up my fist, landing blows against him and hearing him let out a noise of pain.
“Jack! Damnit, stop!” he said, grabbing both of my wrists and pulling me so I was against his chest. “Look, I’m sorry!
“Let me go!” I demanded, trying to free my arms, but he had a solid grip on them.
“Jack, listen to me! I let you say what you wanted to say-”
“That’s not even remotely close to everything I want to say to you, you cocksucker!” I spat at him and he sighed.
“Jack, I know. And I deserve all of that, everything you said. But I love you, and I’m sorry! I’m going to make it better.”
“I fucking hate you!” I told him, glaring right into his eyes.
“No you don’t.”
“Oh yes I do!”
“I’m going to fix this! I’m going to be there for you and our baby-”
“My baby!” I exclaimed. “It is my baby! You don’t just get to flip-flop and one day decide you want to be a father and then take it back!”
“Jack, I know I fucked up. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make it up to you,” he said. “I know I don’t deserve to be called a father right now, but I’m going to show you I’ve changed! I want our family, babe.”
I glared at him, holding my hands still.
“I’m not going to just come running back into your arms, John. I have to do what’s best for my child. If you want it, you have to earn it. And I’m not making any promises. You fucked up.”
“I will, I promise,” he said, moving forward and I gritted my teeth.
“If you kiss me right now, I swear to God I will stab you repeatedly in the face.”
♠ ♠ ♠Well hello there!
I know it's been foreeeeeeverrrrrrrr, but shit's been cray.
However, good news is I'm taking it upon myself and starting this story back up!
I'm super excited because it's one of my favorites!
Hopefully there are still some of you out there reading this! Let me know :)