#alfie deyes blurb

[dwwak]

Jack Maynard Blurb

Word Count:729 Triggers: NONE Requested: No

“JAACCKK!” Your voice carries down the hallway of your flat.

There’s no response but you can hear Jack’s feet come from the living room, walking toward the hallway closet that you were lost in.  You turn around to see Jack wrapped in a warm, welcoming blanket.

“Love, could you please get that bedsheet that’s at the top there.” You ask as you move back away from the closet.

“Why must I?” Jack’s voice rumbles in exhaustion of the day

You give him a small smile, “Because you care about my ability to sleep, unless you want your nights ruined too.”

Jack’s eyes widen up as he throws you the blanket from his shoulders and reaches up the closet to get the white bedsheets. Once Jack got the bedsheets you two traded for the blanket.

“Thank you, babe,” You say as you give him a kiss, “you truly are my prince charming.”

You chuckle as you walk away to your bedroom, “Babe. Come and be wrapped into my marshmallow wrap. Please! I need a cuddle. BAABEE!” Jack calls down to you.

You sprint into your room, throwing the bedsheets on the cleaned off bed you try to hide from your boyfriend. Yet, before you could do so Jack come running in with the blanket flying behind him like a cape. There’s a huge smile on his face, his cheeks warm and sweet.

You giggle, “Jack. No.” Your cheeks lift into a smile

“Babe.” He chuckled out, and with that he ran over to you and tackled you with the cloud of blanket.

You scream with joy as he tackled you, “Jack!” As you giggled out his name multiple times you two fall onto the bed. Both of you scramble for a bit, tossing this way and that moving the clean bedsheets everywhere to kingdom come. After a while of trying to fight off Jack’s warm welcome you calm down and sink into his arms with his cloud of a blanket. With his arms snug around your body Jack’s gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“See, cuddling is not a thing to run from.” Jack gave you an endearing squeeze.

“Well, I wasn’t running from this. I was running away from this.” You wiggle out one of your arms to point to his mouth and let out a giggle.

Jack takes your finger and wiggles it, “Oh really,” he says with a weird accent, “This little piggy doesn’t like my scent of manly hood?” Gibberish comes after and you just chuckle.

You caress his face with the back of your hand, “There is no way in hell that whatever smell that is coming from your mouth is manly hood. It’s the smell of the death of your manly hood, it reeks of all the food you consumed in a day just roaming with its only goal is to separate you from your dear girlfriend before you can cheat on her.” Snickering you kissed Jack again.

This time Jack gives you a finger in your face while chuckling at your sass, “Oi! Little miss prickly, you need to watch yourself.”

“Oh, I will. And so, will you.” Wiggling out of his comfortable grasp you give him a cheeky wink and started to pick up the bedsheets from the ground.

Jack rolls over to his side to watch you glide around the room picking up the bedsheets, “You truly are the only one in my eyes.”

“For now.”

Jack takes one of the decorative pillows and throws it at your head as he laughs at your joke. After the pillow hit your head you narrow your eyes at him and let a smile grow upon your face.

“You are a cruel one.” You giggle.

As you put the bedsheets on top of your dresser you didn’t hear Jack get out of bed, when you turned around Jack was barely a foot away from you. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, “You are the cruel one,” he gives you kiss, “you’re very hot,” he lands another kiss on your lips, “and you are my girlfriend,” he gives you one last kiss, “ there’s no way that anyone would believe me that you’re my girlfriend, I want you forever.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the some-what romantic words that were strung up together by Jack himself.

[dwwak]

Jack Maynard Short Imagine

Requested: No (requests are open) Triggers: None Word Count: 860

You are cozied up on your couch, wrapped like a burrito with your fuzzy blanket early in the morning watching the London sun rise, stretching it its coloured arms across the sky. Your hands are warmed by the hot coffee in one of your favourite mugs, you hear Jack’s feet patter down the hallway; getting closer to you. Hearing Jack coming closer your face raised in a smile accompanied with rosy, heated cheeks. Jack jumps over the back of the couch, landing right next to you. He puts his head in your lap and lies down.

“Morning, babe.” You say as you begin to run your fingers through his bedhead.

Jack looks up to you, “Kiss me?” his raspy voice whines a bit.

Chuckling a bit you tell him no, “You haven’t brushed your nasty breath, there is no way in hell I’m going to kiss that hole right now.”

“Oi, your breath isn’t any better than mine!” Jack whined once again.

“At least mine smells like coffee and not the dead.” You giggle as you put your mug down on the coffee table, “We need to go, before we miss our flight.”

You wiggle yourself off the couch while Jack sits himself up. You look at Jack and give a little smirk, the smirk sparks Jack with energy. Jack gets off the couch and starts to run toward you, you don’t dare to move. You just close your eyes and squeal with joy as Jack runs up to you and wraps his arms around you. Jack spreads kisses all over your blushing face, you embrace the jolt of energy from Jack.

“Okay, okay! We are really going to miss our flight.” You giggle out as Jack places one last kiss on your forehead.

“Ah, I like it here. Let’s stay home, I’m too tired.”

You laugh a little at Jack’s squirminess, “Okay. But you have to cancel everything, and I’ll go back to sleep while you do it.”

Jack’s face went straight, right away he let go of you and sprinted toward the bedroom where all your baggage sat waiting.

Hours later you and Jack finally checked in to your guy’s room at the front desk, pulling your baggage and down the hall with Jack following behind with his own baggage you head to your guy’s shared bedroom.  Right as you slid the card into the door and it opened you dropped your bags at the door and sprinted toward the bed, you flopped right onto the well-made bed; with Jack following behind. With both of you lying on the bed chuckling you bask in the simple, happy moment between you two.

“You ready to eat my snow, lover-boy?” You tease Jack ass you get up and get your things from the hallway.

“Are you ready to eat your words?” Jack teases back at you as he gathers his snow gear together.

You and Jack made it to the mountain, you both face the steep way down to the coffee house that looks like a tiny house for an ant.

You pull down your ski goggles and slide down the snowy slope, you stop and look up to Jack, “ Your move.” You smile at Jack

Jack gives you a smirk, “Eat my dust!” Jack pulls down his goggles and started down the slope with his snowboard. You let out a small chuckle and follow him down.

After just a minute you two stop for a moment, “First of all, there is no dust up here. Second, don’t go crying when you lose.” You snicker at Jack.

After a whole day of covering Jack in snow you two finally made it back to the lodge and relaxed together with some good food in your bellies. Jack was sprawled out on the bed editing one the vlog that would be going up the next day, you were occupying yourself with your phone while listening to music.

Some time later you plugged your phone, putting it down next to the bed you rolled yourself onto the bed. Rolling next to Jack you look up to his concentrated face, “You are so serious.” You say with a funny accent.

Jack looks down to you and places a kiss on your lips, “You are so hot.”

You kiss him back with a smile, “So are you.”

Jack closes his laptop and places it on the ground, he turns back to you and kisses you again. He continues to kiss you, slowly placing them down your neck and back to your lips.

You stop him before his lips carry him away, “Watch yourself before you wreck yourself, babe.”  You kiss him one more time before you snuggle yourself down into the bed’s blanket. “You have to turn the lights off.”

Jack laughs a bit, “You’re an ass.” Jack got up and turned the room lights off, walking back to the bed Jack stubbed his toe. All types cuss words run out of Jack’s mouth, without any sympathy you laugh a bit.

Jack wiggles into the bed, after whining a bit, and faces you. “You’re going to pay tomorrow.”

“Love, I’m the poor the one.”