#Jack Maynard imagines

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Never have I ever had a threesome (Jack x Joe x Reader Smut)

"Do I have to?" You grumbled, not really upset. You had been crashing at Joe's house for the last few days before your flight back to L.A. where you lived. You met Joe and a few of the boys on one of their stays last year. You two had hooked up, but you stayed really close friends...with occasional benefits.

"I know it's late, but Jack's video for tomorrow got erased and we're the only two in town that he can film with." Joe said, coming to stand by the bed.

"Fiiiine." You huffed. "You definitely owe me, though." You said, falling back on the bed.

Hopping over you to straddle your middle, Joe replied. "I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you." His fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Dream on, Sugg." You laughed. "I need to go hop in the shower if he's going to be here soon."

"Ooooo, I could join you." He teased, wiggling his hips on top of yours.

"I need to actually get clean this time." You replied, sitting up and kissing Joe. "Though we may have to do that before I leave. It was a hell of a lot of fun."

Finishing in the shower, you walked out across the hall in a towel. "Oh, shit. Sorry." Jack said, covering his eyes.

It was cute until he cracked his fingers and looked at you anyways. "It's okay." You laughed. Maybe he was still cute.

"I'm Jack, if you don't remember from L.A." He said, dropping his hand from his face.

"If we're going to talk, you need to follow me." You said, walking into the guest room. "And I definitely remember you. You streaked naked through the house you guys were staying at."

Turning red, he replied. "Oh, shit." He sat on the bed while you walked to the wardrobe. "Why do you only remember me by my drunk shenanigans?"

You laughed, picking out what to wear. "I remember meeting you, I just remember you best by your formidable attributes."

"Like what you saw, ay?" He asked, watching you from the bed.

"You could say that." You replied, dropping your towel, having only a thong and your bra on.

"Well, ahem. I do return the sentiment." Jack eyed you. "I thought you hooked up with Joe that trip.

"Oh, I did." You said, pulling a shirt over your head and finishing getting dressed. "It was a great trip." You winked and walked out of the room.

Jack watched you walk out and then looked down at his tented joggers. "This is going to be a long night." He said to himself, adjusting his pants and following you into the living room.

"What are we filming?" Joe asked Jack.

"I don't even know. I'm so fucked. That SD card totally died and I lost my whole video." He replied.

Grabbing a bottle of tequila out of the cabinet, Joe looked at the two of you. "Never have I ever?"

"I'm in. We were going to make margaritas later anyways." You replied, grabbing shot glasses.

"Well, that solves that problem." Jack said, setting up his camera.

You guys got about 15 rounds in, giving Jack loads of footage for a video and a bloopers video. "Okay. One last round." Jack said, reading from his phone. "Never have I ever had a threesome."

"Is this one staying in the video?" You asked.

"I'll skip our answers. I always keep one unanswered." He replied, shuffling his papers.

"Works for me. Answers in 1 2 3!" You all held up your boards

"You have?!" Joe asked you, with fake surprise.

"You too!" You scolded him. "You can't judge if you've done it too!"

"Looks like none of us can judge then." Jack said as you both looked at his answer.

"Yeah, no way we can keep that in the video." Joe laughed, dropping his papers.

Jack did his outro and you made your way to the kitchen. "I'm making pasta. You guys hungry?" You asked.

"I'm starved." Joe replied.

"I'm too drunk, so count me in." Jack said, coming to lean his head on your shoulder in true Jack fashion.

"You two look cozy." Joe commented, gathering ingredients for your late night meal.

"Mate, I'm sorry." Jack said backing away. "I didn't mean to overstep."

You laughed and Joe replied. "Buddy, you're good. Y/n can take care of herself. You won't get away with anything she doesn't want to happen." Joe clapped Jack on the shoulder.

"But aren't you two..." Jack trailed off.

"We're friends, Jack." You said, grabbing a box of pasta from Joe.

"And what a friend you are." Joe said, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a quick but passionate kiss.

"Am I that drunk or are you two confusing?" Jack asked, his eyes wide.

"We're good friends, mate. We just get a bit more intimate when we're both single. Which is most of the time." Joe laughed.

"Ah, friends with benefits." Jack answered. "Joe, I think your benefits are better than hers." He laughed.

"I don't know. I get plenty." you replied, smacking Joe on the butt.

Clearing his throat, Jack got up and joined you. "How can I help?"

"Why don't you cut those tomatoes up." You said, handing him a knife.

Dinner was fun. Flirty. Full of innuendo.

"So, I guess I should order an Uber." Jack said, messing around on his phone.

"Awww, you use us and ditch us" you said, sitting on Jack's lap. "I see how it is."

Jack's cheeks flushed and his hands ran down your thighs. "I just didn't want to overstay my welcome, love."

"You're always welcome." Joe said, coming to stand by the both of you, running his fingers through your hair.

Jack looked between the two of you, realizing Joe meant more than stay over at the house. "Are you two....am I? You gotta use plain words, I don't want to embarrass myself." Jack said, his cheeks getting redder.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" You asked Joe.

"Babe, we're always on the same page. It's why we work." Joe replied, dipping down to kiss you.

"Come on." You said, hopping off of Jack's lap and pulling him from the chair.

Joe disappeared somewhere and you led Jack to the spare room. Walking him backwards against the bed, his knees hit the edge and he fell back onto the cushy surface. "Are you okay, Jacky?" You asked, gliding your hands up his clothed thighs.

"Never been better." He replied, his hands making their way to your waist.

"Was your threesome with two girls and a guy or two guys and a girl?" You asked him, trying to get him used to the idea of messing around with Joe.

"I've...I've done it both ways." He said, pulling you down to kiss him.

"Good to know." You replied, running your hands under his shirt.

"Get started without me?" Joe asked, coming into the room with a few supplies. Condoms and towels for the shower after.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist our beautiful friend." Jack replied, letting you stand up.

"Don't worry. I can't either." Joe said, his arms snaking around you from behind. He unbuckled your jeans and then slipped his hand under your shirt, planting kisses along the back and side of your neck.

"Hey, Joe. I need to make sure we're going to be good after tonight." Jack said, sitting up. "Your friendship means a lot to me."

"Of course, mate. I promise." Joe replied, pulling your shirt over your head.

"Good. I don't think I could have walked away at this point." Jack replied and you laughed.

"Just relax and have fun." You said, beckoning him to come to you with your hands.

Feeling Joe pressed to your back and Jack pressed to your front was unbelievable. Literally two of the most attractive people you had ever met and they were all yours for the night.

The three of you slowly undressed, exploring each other's bodies and you were left completely naked with the boys in their boxers. You walked to the bed and scooted to the middle. "Come on, boys. Don't leave me hanging." You said, running one hand over your breasts while your other hand dipped between your legs.

"Oh, fuck." Jack said, starting to pull his boxers down but hesitating, looking at Joe.

You gave Joe a look and a nod and Joe turned to Jack. "I promised you our friendship would stay good after this. Right?"

"Right." Jack replied not knowing why he was asking.

"Promise me the same." Joe said.

"Of course. I'm down for anything tonight." Jack said, seeing Joe smile.

Joe slowly closed the gap between the two of them and placed his hands on Jack's hips. He placed gentle kisses across Jack's collarbone and up his neck until finally meeting Jack's lips.

Those two were hot and even hotter to watch together and you started rubbing your sensitive clit, your bent legs dropping apart a bit.

Jack was a bit nervous and stiff when Joe first approached him, but he quickly loosened up, his hands crawling up Joe's stomach to his chest and then his back.

Joe pulled away and looked up at Jack. "Come on." He said, dropping his boxers and crawling into bed with you.

Jack, flushed cheeks and heavy breaths, stared at the two of you for a second before pulling off his boxers and climbing up the bed to rest between your thighs with his chest against yours.

"You two are incredibly sexy." You said, running your hands through Jack's hair.

"You're not so bad yourself" he replied, kissing, biting, and licking his way down your chest and your stomach to the inside of your thighs.

"You have a talented tongue." You said, laying back and closing your eyes.

"I have to agree." Joe said, his eyes following Jack's motions down your body.

Looking over to Joe, you pulled his lips to yours, moaning into his mouth when Jack's tongue parted your already soaked center. "Mmmmm." Jack hummed against you. "You're so wet."

Breaking the kiss, Joe ran his hands through Jack's hair. "She liked watching us together. Got her all hot and bothered."

Jack nodded and hummed against you again, sending chills through your body. Pulling him back into the kiss, you gently ran your fingers up and around Joe's impressively hard dick.

You loved the slow build with Joe. You never worked too quick or too roughly, keeping him wanting more and more. He wasn't a big guy, but when he finally fucked you, he fucked you good.

Your orgasm was quickly building with Jack's talented mouth sucking and lapping his tongue on and around your swollen clit. "Ah, Jack." You yelled out, breaking the kiss and grabbing his hair with both of your hands. "There, right there!"

Jack worked you through your climax until you were too sensitive for him to continue. You pulled him away from you and fell limp to the bed. "Oh, baby. That mouth." You said, breathing heavily.

"Want a taste?" Jack said, climbing back up to kiss you, feeling his length press against your thigh.

Joe grabbed something from the table and came back to you two. Breaking your kiss with Jack, you pushed him up. Joe opened the condom and made eye contact with Jack. "Come here." He said, seeing Jack eye the condom. "Don't be shy now." Joe laughed.

"I'm not." Jack replied, coming to sit on his knees in front of Joe.

"Good." Joe said, leaning in and tasting you on his lips rolling the condom onto Jack's thick erection, making Jack moan at the touch.

"Joe, come lay down." You said, rising to your knees.

"Coming, love." Joe broke away from Jack, laying on his back with his head at the top of the bed.

"Oh, you will be." You said, running your hands up Joe's parted thighs then circling his throbbing dick with your fingers.

"Don't tease, y/n. I can't take anymore playing around. Please, love." Joe begged, giving you what you wanted.

"I got you. Just relax." You said, dropping your wet lips to the tip of his cock. Sliding your mouth around his length, you took as much of him as you could into your mouth, bobbing up and down a few times before coming up for air.

Wanting Jack to get the message, you scooted back a bit sitting on your elbows and knees, before taking Joe into your mouth again.

"Ah. Yeah. Love." Joe always mumbled incoherent little nothing's when you were going down on him.

You could feel Jack's hands smooth over your back and your butt, asking permission. "Y/n. Can I..."

Joe interrupted him. "Join the party, pretty boy." Looking down at you, your mouth surrounding his dick and your ass up in the air. "God, what a sight."

You felt Jack line himself up with your opening and slowly press himself in until he was pressed against the back of your thighs. Pulling off of Joe, you moaned. "Shit, Jack." You said, feeling him pull out and slam back into you.

"I've never been that long, but baby I'm thick." He said, thrusting into you.

Moaning, you took Joe back into your mouth, your fingers playing with his balls. "Ah, if you keep that up I'm not going to last." Joe said, his toes curling.

"Oh, wouldn't that be a shame." You smirked, taking a breath and taking Joe all the way into your mouth.

"You know it would. Mmmm, Y/n. I want you to ride me after Jack's had you." He said, tangling his fingers into your hair.

The next few minutes were filled with moans, gasps, and plenty of name calling. "Y/n I'm gonna cum." Jack called, his thrusts getting harder but less frantic. "Y/n!" He called your name, his orgasm rushing through him. He slowly pulled out of you and laid next to Joe, catching his breath.

You grabbed a condom off of the table and handed it to Jack. "Do the honors?" You said, pulling the used condom off of him and throwing it away.

Jack ripped the packet open and rolled it onto Joe. "Come here, baby boy." You said, capturing Jack's mouth in a passionate kiss.

"My turn." Joe laughed, grabbing you by the waist to straddle his lap. "Come on, gorgeous. Do your worst." He said, running his hands up and down your sides.

"Greedy." You teased, lifting yourself up to sit back down onto his waiting cock.

Joe moaned, sliding into you. His hands groped at your bouncing breasts. "That's it, love." He said, looking up and down your naked body as you continued to ride him.

"God, you two are so hot." Jack said, having calmed fully down from his orgasm.

"I think you two are hotter." You said, eyeing the two of them.

"I think that's a hint." Jack said, his hand trailing over Joe's chest and their lips meeting.

"Oh, God." You groaned, feeling another orgasm building.

Jack sat up and straddled Joe's legs behind you. His hands played with your breasts and he placed kisses on your neck.

"Love, I'm almost there." Joe called out, thrusting up to meet you with every move you made.

"Me too." You replied, feeling Jack's hand dip down to rub his fingers over your clit.

"Come on, baby." Jack whispered in your ear and you began to fall apart, feeling your orgasm ripple through you.

"Y/n!" Joe called your name, climaxing with you.

You would have fallen forward onto Joe, but Jack held you back against his chest, peppering the skin of your neck with kisses. He pulled you off of Joe to lay between the two of them. Joe stood and threw away the condom, walking to the bathroom to start the shower.

"Come on you two. Let's clean up and then we can go sleep in mine. It smells like sex in here." Joe said, grabbing the towels.

While the sex had been focused on all three of you, the shower was your time to be pampered. Jack held you against his chest under the hot water while Joe cleaned himself and then they switched spots. They both took turns running their soapy hands all over your body. Lazy kisses being shared by all.

When you finally went to bed, you slept on your side with Jack against your back and Joe's back against your chest. Your arms held Joe tight to you and Jack's long arm draped over the both of you.

"Good night, loves." Joe sleepily said.

"Hey, before we go to sleep. Thank you." Jack said, tucking his face into your hair.

"Like I said. You're always welcome." Joe replied, twining his fingers with the hand Jack had laying over Joe.

"Goodnight, boys." You said, feeling safe and loved in the middle of the two of them.

--------------------- A/N - I'm drunk. Someone tell me if this is full of grammar mistakes and the like. <3

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Babylon 5 s02e04 A Distant Star

Table of Contents • previous episode

*cowboy boots up* “I want to send a message to Babylon 5, attention of Captain John Sheridan. And, uh, take this down exactly.” *eyebrow waggle*

…. ??? I cackled, but I also went “whaaaaa?” My man. 1. cowboy boots. 2. You have seemingly perfect voice to text but are ordering your subordinate to take dictation, 3. the eyebrow waggle?!

Ivanova’s broken foot is going to be an amusing gauge of how long it takes to film episodes vs the healing time of human feet. I hope she uses that cane to great effect! Or has gadgets built in? She didn’t interact with the technomages on screen but I like to imagine she Russianed at them and they technomaged back and all got along very well.

I an not used to Delenn’s new look yet, and actually startled a bit when I realised who just walked up! I like that her hair styling is a bit awkward and undeniably asymmetrical, like she hasn’t really figured out what to do with it yet.

This is the first time we’ve seen a physical printer, or physical paper being handed to people, and it’s a gag to upset Garibaldi over his diet…er, food plan. Excellent use of. Sorry to say I’m on Garibaldi’s side. Better to eat deliciously than strictly healthily.

Jack and John are talking about Minbari attitudes towards John Sheridan, and that reminds me that it was an interesting choice to present him initially as seeming like he was hostile towards the Minbari as a sort of automatic response, but we’ve now been shown that he actually responds to hostility with hostility and seems quite chill (if biased and repeats species stereotypes) with them otherwise.

Hyperspace stories! I bet there’s some great horror stories. And Jack saw something, once. *waggles my own eyebrows*

Jack saw something massive blotting out the stars behind it. Sounds like a…hmm…I’d call it a Shadow.

Awww Dr Franklin don’t body shame people. This is some coming-off-the-insane-thinness-of-the-80s shit.

A mere total metamorphosis can’t change Delenn! She’s as Minbari as she’s ever been! Bummer that the Minbari on the station are being racist (speciest?) against her this fast. But it does say interesting things about the rigidity of their perception of the familiar vs the other.

Dr Franklin vs poor diets is not coming off super well. Supplements do exist.

There’s a Tokati Ambassador now! Bet they won’t be on the council though. It’s nice to hear about various species and delegations, even if they aren’t shown.

Sheridan’s having an adjustment. Luckily, Ivanova is here to talk him both up and down simultaneously.

Sheridan, mid-breakdown over being a desk jockey: “Hell, I always thought the opposable thumb was overrated.”

I, too, have had moments when I cursed the inexorable march of evolution in ages past that lead to me having to worry about taxes and nuclear holocausts.

Ivanova has a very different relationship with Sheridan than Sinclair, and I’m glad.

Our first view of hyperspace! And Captain Maynard et al are trapped there!!

I’m feeling bad for these guys. Dr Franklin is being tyrannical. Supplements exist!

Capt Maynard’s ship must not be big enough to create its own jump point to escape hyperspace. Grim that no lost ship has ever been recovered! Something tells me the Cortez may be the first?

This is not a very encouraging speech. Some of you may die, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take, basically, hah. The plan seems a lot more encouraging than his lead-in to it. They’re going to create a tether out of signals relayed between fighters, stringing themselves along the known hyperspace drift.

Was it a Shadows ship that knocked out the Cortez’s engines or whatever happened? Or something else that lives there? Either way, it’s even more risky for the fighters than they know. Oop, and there’s one fighter down and another fighter attacked.

Oof. Second fighter inoperable and knowingly drifting away forever while sending shots to guide the Cortez back. Grim is my favorite word for this episode so far. Very grim that he’s just going to drift till he’s either picked off by the hyperspace beings or runs out of atmosphere.

Let Garibaldi have his cholesterol-laden birthday meal, jeez. And let everyone eat what they’d like. No food police.

Delenn pep talk! The right places aren’t the easy places, but the universe puts us in the right places, so we can learn and be born. It’s not my preferred cosmology, but it is a nice idea.

“We are star stuff. We are the universe, made manifest, trying to figure itself out.”

I like it.

Oooo, drifting fighter seeing the unknown object with 35 minutes of oxygen left, and somehow used that to get back to B5 with a nonfunctional ship! That’s badass, but I do want the details.

“As for what it was - I don’t know. There was just this feeling that something dark and dangerous had gone by.”

An excellent little horror vignette!

Zeta Squad commander couldn’t do any better than someone who triangulated themselves out of hyperspace based on guessing the trajectory of the eldritch horror that is, terrifyingly, orbiting the B5 jump gate coordinates.

Dr Franklin and Garibaldi sharing an extremely off-food-plan meal isn’t the way I thought this would go, but I’m here for it!

Sheridan: “Ever had a long talk with Ambassador Delenn, Commander?” Ivanova: “From time to time. Why?” Sheridan: “She and the universe seem to have a special relationship.” Ivanova: “Don’t we all?”

That is an excellent point. 🤔

next episode

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Pleasure to take Chef Allan Maynard’s portrait - he's the head chef at Belleek Castle, and spends his time between their two restaurants Jack Fenn Bistro and The Library Restaurant. His food is imaginative, fresh (vegetables from the poly tunnels) and simply delicious - keep an eye out for their romantic Valentine's menu coming out this weekend! #weddingfood #headchef #cooking #ireland #greatatlanticway @belleekcastle @jackfenncafe @allanemaynard (at Belleek Castle Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cocrjt0LduN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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oh shit i love jack maynard 🤭

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dating jack maynard would include

credit to @peanutbuttercreamjelly as you inspired me!!

shopping dates. is that a thing?? idk. now it is. jack loves a bit of clothes shopping

stealing his clothes all the time bc he's fashionable

taking Instagram photos for each other 

sometimes you just have days where you do n o t h i n g but it’s great because,,,, company amirite

cute facetimes when he's away 

“i miss you” “don’t worry, i’ll be back soon”

jack goes to Dubai every year??? and does the same things... every time? but anyway this time you’re going with him how nice

buying him those weird maynard bassets sweets as a joke

“what’s better? Jack Maynard or Maynards wine gums?” 

him LOVING YOU™ and SHOWING YOU APPRECIATION™

Kisses...Everywhere™

a shit tone of sex i’m not gonna lie here soz

he will pose the cutest™ instagram stories and photos of you and him,,,,, fans are dead left right and centre

sometimes he will just take photos of you and post them bc you’re cute right

sex

joking about your sex life on camera and him having to cut it out

video length goes from 1hr to 10 mins... mostly because of this ^

having the weirdest sense of humour with each other and not being able to b r e a t h e 

jack hiding the fact he can cook

“jack what are you doing?” “i’m cooking dinner” “...you’re ordering dominos”

when he does cook it is actually the shit™

oh and sex

baking cakes and getting angry with him because he’s DOING IT WRONG

“JACK I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EAT THE MIXTURE ONE MORE TIME” and jack apologising whilst he continues to eat it

being great friends with the boys and him being great friends with your girls

the hottest couple when you go clubbing

mikey saying “phwoarrrrrrr jack and his girl!” or whatever

wars of posting embarrassing baby photos of each other

“What the fuck have you just done” and “i will be getting you back...just you wait”

pet. names. 

him being sleepy and you cuddling him

turning on Netflix knowing you won't be watching it in about 15 mins because boy gets distracted

soooooo many running jokes...fans can’t keep up

your friends have probably walked in on you both at least once 

“at midday? seriously?”

the way he announces your relationship is goals... cute instagram gotta do it

finding his sensitive side

comforting him when he’s down and vice versa

holding hands. lots

he’s also your best friend

gossiping and bitching about people with each other

wait did i mention sex

destressing from work

candlelit dinners when the power goes out and sometimes just because

you’re his first proper love

“can i tell you a secret?” “i think i’m falling in love with you”

you just really love each other. like a movie or song lyric 

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Boy After Summer - Jack Maynard

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it :)

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Wiping the sweat from your brow, you let out a comfortable sigh as you sunk deeper into the lounge chair. Your hotel was full of people who seemed to be coming and going but their busyness never seemed to distract you from enjoying a relax summer holiday. London, England was always at the top of your travel list ever since your dad had taken a business trip there when you were ten and brought you back a skyline painting. The lights captured your attention and the rest was history. Now, fourteen years later, your dream had become reality and your graduation trip was one to remember.

You had been here for a month already and the thought of going back home after the summer finished was one you dreaded. The city had already begun to feel like home and you were surprised you had managed to meet as many people as you had. Feeling the vibration of your phone through the chair, you reached by your thigh to see who had messaged you.

“There’s a party tonight, I’ll pick you up at 9 for pre-drinks.” Smiling at the message, the butterflies in your stomach started as you thought about another night with Jack. 

Jack was the type of boy you knew very well. He had a reputation or at least tried to have one. His friends were always taking shots at his ego yet it always seemed to stay on the same level. He was confident; sometimes cocky but never pushy. You had met him in a club within the first week of your trip and he had been blowing up your phone ever since. You knew in your head it would only be a summer fling as getting too involved with him would only lead to heartbreak; you being the one who walked away worse than the other.

The car ride over to Mikey’s later that night was quiet but a comfortable quiet. You two had grown quite close within a short amount of time, which would only make the end result even harder. His hand was wrapped up in yours as the houses and apartment buildings passed by.

“Come on then, Mikey’s becoming impatient.” Jack said, sliding his phone into his pocket as he undid his seatbelt and began exiting the car.

The night went on as predicted; Jack was by your side, hand in yours as he directed you through the party, saying hello to people passing by. Spectators wondered if Jack had finally decided to settle down but both of you refused to acknowledge the questioning eyes. You were growing fond of Jack and you knew leaving at the end of the summer would only become harder but the thought of ending things with him now made you just as nervous.

The next two months were some of the best of your life. Both you and Jack had decided that exclusively dating each other would only make things harder. You had met a couple of other guys but no one seemed to live up to Jack. He was different and as cliché as it was, you just couldn’t let him go. You knew he was also dating around so when you were to see him, you made sure to only give as much as you got. 

Looking around the hotel room that had begun to feel like home, you tried to picture yourself living anywhere other than here but you struggled to create an in-focus picture. London had captured your heart, moreso than you thought it would, and the thought of leaving it behind pained you.

“I didn’t think it’d be this hard.” Jack expressed as he removed your suitcases from the back of his car. He made you promise you’d allow him to be the last face you saw in London and at the beginning of the summer, you didn’t think it’d matter that much but standing there, face to face, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The area around you fell silent as Jack wrapped his hand in yours and pulled you towards him. You could have lived in this moment forever but time was ticking and your flight would soon be leaving.

“You know, this summer was one I never expected. I always think of summer as a time to mess around and something not worth taking too seriously. When I met you and we agreed to just have fun, I thought it’d be easy to date other girls as well but I’d sit there on the date, staring at a girl I knew would never be you. I know this is exactly what we were trying to avoid but (y/n), I don’t want to be a boy just for the summer.” You looked into Jack’s piercing blue eyes as he raised his left hand to your cheek. “I fell for you and I fell hard.” Wiping the tear that had fallen with his thumb, he placed his forehead against yours, wrapping his right hand around your waist. 

“I was really hoping you’d say that.” You said, letting out a smile as you pressed your lips against his and suddenly...everything seemed...perfect.

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Spill it or Shot it? || Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Can you please do a Jack or Joe imagine where the reader and the guy are friends and they do a spill it or shoot it video together and embarrassing things and feelings are revealed? I love your writing so much! Request: yes Word count: 1483 words  Authors Note: Yes guys I wrote a fic, a miracle really xx, I've missed you. ENJOY xx

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A soft smile graced my lips, as Jack slams his body down into his bed, softly patting the space next to him. I rake my eyes over the group of boys sitting around the 'set' before taking a seat next to him. 

"So what's going on everybody and welcome back to my channel," Jack shouts making you jump slightly, "As you can see I'm joined by Y/N." 

"What are we doing today, Jack?" I question, a giggle escaping my lips as the boys roll their eyes. 

"Why, I'm glad you asked, Y/N, today we're doing the spill it or shot it challenge," He gestures down towards the table in front of him, "As you can see there are a bunch of shot glasses with different mystery liquid inside, its just vodka. Basically, the rules answer the question asked or take a shot." 

I make a face at the camera and look back towards Jack as he reaches forward to a  shot of clear liquid, "I'll start," You say regretfully. A chorus of 'oohs' echo from the boys sat in front of you. 

"Brave," Jack laughs, "Okay, your shot is this mystery liquid. Your question is..." he trials off scrolling through his phone, "What was your last dream about?" 

My eyes go wide, I had been joking around with jack about a dream I had the night before, "You're joking," I stammer, Joe lets out a laugh, "Fuck sakes. Fine, it was about a date, and that's all you're getting."

"Bullshit, we need more," Caspar laughs. 

I shake my head. "No fairs fair, I asked what it was about not specifics," Jack says sliding the liquid back towards the others. 

"For this shot, I ask you Jack, Who was your last hook up?" I say winking at the camera. 

Jacks face pales, "Nope," is al he says as he raises the shot and downs it. He grimaces and pulls forward another shot, "Out of all our mates, who would you most likely snog?" 

"You," I admit, but take the shot anyway. The liquid burnt as it went down. Vodka, perfect, I take a second, wanting to ignore the pit forming in your stomach. Just don't let it on that you're into him Y/N. "Who here are you most jealous of?" You splutter, trying to distract all the eyes on you from your previous statement.

"Jealous in what way?" He asks, I just shrug in reply, "Probably Joe, I don't know. When was the last time you were drunk?" 

"I'm going to sound like such an alcoholic," I laugh, "I was actually drunk last night, just by myself in my apartment." I quickly grab another shot and down it. A couple of the boys' wolf whistle and start making comments about me not playing by the rules.

"Y/N, remember you take a shot when you don't want to answer," Jack jokes placing his hand on my thigh under the table and out of view. My breath catches in my throat and I nod my head softly.

"Who is your best friend?" I ask. 

"Y/N, really?" He asks I nod, "Okay, then you. What was the last text you sent?"

My hands immediately reach out to a shot each and I drink them both, a conversation with my best friend about Jack? Yeah, not going to read that out. "Who is your biggest off-limits crush, Jack?" You ask leaning in towards him. 

The boys immediately go silent. "And that's all for this video guys. I gotta go put 'drunky' to bed." Jack says pointing towards me as I grab another shot, confusion evident on my face. "Like, follow my social media, I'll link Y/N in the description, check her out, subscribe and I'll see you all next week."

"Wait why are we finishing?" I ask as Jack gets up to shut off the camera, I tip the glass up and swallow the liquid inside it. My eyes meet Joe's. "Joe! Come take a shot with me!" I shout giggling. 

"You're such a lightweight," Jack states moving the shots away from me, "Seriously no more alcohol."

"Surely someone else will get drunk with me though, I don't want to be the only girl and the only drunk one," I say my words slurring slightly. I begin to stand up and feel the effects of the shots hit me, "Oh fuck." I giggle.

All the boys stand around me, basically forming a human barrier between me and the floor. 

"Jack, I think I should go home," I say stumbling ever so slightly. I close my eyes to stop the spinning around me, "Less likely to be a mess there."

"Okay, Y/N." Jack says linking his hand through mine as he leads me through the apartment, "Better off to not be around those lot anyway. Although I wish you weren't such a lightweight so we could actually hang out." 

"We hang out all the time," I say as we exit his front door, leaving the boys inside, "Aren't they going to make a mess? I can take myself home, or ill call a taxi." 

"I'm not letting you go home by yourself, you're tipsy," Jack says. 

We reach the street and exit the apartment complex. The cold London air enveloping us, I tuck myself closer to Jack and I feel my heart rate increase. We walk together in silence, the alcohol not affecting me as much anymore. A man on the corner of the street, holding bunches of roses, calls out to us, "A beautiful flower for your beautiful lady, huh sir?" 

I let out a slight giggle as we get closer the man hands me the flower, "No we're-" I'm cut off with soft lips pressing themselves to my forehead. 

"She is quite beautiful isn't she?" Jack says softly. I feel his eyes burning into my skull, but I don't look up at him. I begin to hand the flower back to the man and he pushes it back towards me. 

"You made me smile tonight, keep the flower with no charge, you're love is beautiful," He says, bowing his head slightly. We both thank the man and continue down the street. It seems as though fate is pushing us towards hanging out for as long as we can manage that night. But it felt like no time had passed at all, Jack was my best friend and I had feelings for him. 

"We've finally made it," Jack jokes, motioning toward the building, his other arm linked around my shoulders, just as it had been most of the night. I felt my heart drop, he didn't want to spend more time with me. It wasn't even past midnight yet and he was eggar to get rid of me. "Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't want to deal with the mess right now." 

I nod my head softly, "Yeah, of course." I say dazed. A few moments of silence pass and we make our way up to my apartment. I pull my key out of my pocket, and shakily unlock the door. I take a step inside and motion for Jack to come inside. Once he steps inside I close and lock the door. 

"Hey Y/N?" Jack calls out, I mumble in acknowledgement and turn around to face him, "I really care about you." 

"Awe, Jack," I coo, moving closer to him to poke his cheek, "I care about you too."

Jack shakes his head no, a sexy smirk on his lips. I allow my hands to rest on his face as his arms curl around my waist. His eyes rake across my face before our eyes meet. His blue orbs pierce into my soul. 

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say, love," He says endearingly, one of his hands trailing up from my waist to my face. He gently cups my face.

"If you do this Jack, you can't back out," I say as our foreheads press together, "I want this, as long as you're serious." 

"I don't want to just be friends with you anymore," He confesses, my heart swells in my chest in excitement. I run my tongue over my lips ever so softly as my eyes rake toward Jack's. 

Everything in me tells me that I shouldn't kiss him, that we shouldn't cross that line. But then it happens, our lips connect. It feels like magic, it begins in my stomach and flows all through my body making me feel like I'm on fire. Our lips moved in a perfect symphony, it feels like everything fell perfectly into place. 

[if1believes]

Just a Simple Crush, Jack Maynard Fluff

-Y/N is Conor’s best friend and has a crush on Jack-

-I was just bored and decided on writing this, hope you all enjoy, please send in requests-

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“Y/N, you’re really not gonna like this one!” Conor says trying to hold back laughter. 

You were over at Conor’s and Jack’s apartment to film a video with Conor. You were told it was a dare video full of submissions from his fan base. You were a little nervous because you know its hard to predict the internet and their ideas.

“What is it this time??” You groan at all of the possible answers you didn’t want to hear. 

Conor had always been your best friend, and you never looked at him as anything more, he would laugh with you and stand up for you when you were sad, but the two of you had an unshared agreement on having no interest. Jack, however, was a different story. Whenever Jack was around, the two of you always shared quick glances that always left a questionable tension between you. When you were alone, you would both share jokes with each other but there was almost a longing stare that followed after either of you laughed. You knew you had the hots for him, you just didn’t know what to do about it. 

Conor’s laugh brings you back to reality, “It’s too bad Jack’s out, he would’ve loved this one!” You glare at his laughter until he shares your fate, “you have to drink a fridge smoothie!”.

Terror reaches your soul as you let out a fake gagging noise; a fridge smoothie is a smoothie that is made of 3 different condiments that are from your fridge, and unfortunately the choices aren’t yours. 

Conor sees your pain and begins to laugh more as he jumps up to grab some items from the fridge. “Ive got you a smoothie that is made up of, mayo, mustard, and tabasco sauce!” Conor grins at you. 

“Oh I am going to kill you Maynard!” You grit your teeth as you smell the drink in front of you. With that quick smell, you let out a shriek and quickly push it away from you. Conor quickly reaches out to keep it from spilling but ends up doing the opposite. Before you know it, the mixture of disgustingness was all across your shirt. 

Both you and Conor look at each other with straight faces until you both burst out with laughter. Of course, this wasn’t the best scenario, but you had to admit it was hilarious. Conor quickly turns the camera off in order to help you; he grabs wipes to wipe down the floor and hands a few extra to you. 

“I don’t think that this is gong to help my shirt much” you say holding up the wipe. 

“I would offer you one of my shirts but I’m doing all of my laundry right now”, Conor shrugs before coming up with an idea, “maybe you can grab one of Jack’s shirts, he probably wont mind” 

“Probably?” You say questioning Conor. 

With one quick stare Conor shares, “He won’t care, go grab a shirt”. 

You get up and make your way down to Jack’s room. Walking into his room while he wasn’t home was odd for you, you felt as if you were invading his privacy. When you sneak through the door, you see a bunch of his clothes scattered across the floor and his clean clothes hung up in his closet. You can still see the print on his bed that signifies where he was sleeping and it made you think about how cuddly he probably was. You grab the first grey shirt that you see and quickly change into it before making your way back out to Conor. 

“Not too bad” you say giving a shrug to Conor while you show off the shirt. 

“Very true, except it is twice your size” he laughs. 

Conor and you finish off the video together, completing a list of different dares. You both spent the majority of the time laughing. When it was finished Conor turned off the camera and got up to grab his jacket. 

“I have to go but you can hang out, Jack will be here soon” Conor hops down the hall.

“Where are you going?” You question.

“Ive made dinner plans with a girl on Tinder!” You hear the front door shut and under your breath you tell Conor good luck. 

You being alone at their house wasn’t out of the ordinary, you often came here just because you were bored of your own home and you wanted to hang out with Conor. Deep down, you knew that it was also to see Jack. You turn on the television and start to watch a random show that was about fighting crime. It kind of interested you, but you couldn’t help but anticipate Jack’s arrival. Just then you hear the front door open and a quick, “hello?”, from Jack.

You were happy to hear his voice, “Hey its me!” You yell back to let him know. 

When Jack walks around the corner he gives you a smile that brightened the room, “If I had known you were here, I would’ve gotten you some”, he holds up a bag of Chinese food. 

“Oh its ok, don’t worry about me” you giggle, Jack breaks eye contact to put his food down but instantly looks back to stare.

“Is that my shirt?” Jack asks with a confused, furrowed eyebrow. His eyes look you up and down as he subtly licks his upper lip. Has Jack Maynard just checked you out? You couldn’t believe it. 

“Oh ya, its a long story, I just needed to borrow it and Conor said you wouldn’t mind, I can change if you want it back” you say trying not to seem strange for wearing his shirt. You stand up to look for your dirty shirt until Jack interrupts you. 

“No don’t worry, I was just surprised, I like the way it looks on you” you stop searching for your shirt and stand straight to catch Jack’s eyes again. The dark blue sparkled from the lights above and it makes you shiver. 

“Really?” You ask shyly. Jack moves closer to you and grabs the bottom of your shirt to make it lay without any wrinkles and pretends to be judging it. 

“Id say you look good”, he looks up from the shirt and gives you a smile that makes your heart weak, it was bright and charming. Jack drops his hands from your shirt and backs up a little bit, giving you a little bit of space. You believed he knew what he was doing, he was flirting with you. 

“Thanks”, you say as your cheeks turn red and you look down at your feet. 

Jack reaches for a strand of hair that has fallen from your bun and decides to push it behind your ear, while he has the chance, he leans in and kisses you on the forehead, making you smile. “Don’t worry about it” he gives you a smile before the apartment door swings open. 

“Im back bitches!” Conor yells, both you and Jack laugh at his entrance. 

[imagineabuttercream]

Welcome Home II (jack x reader) [smut]

A few months after your balcony adventure, you and Jack were getting ready for a red carpet event for your friends Casar and JJ. Jack had spoiled you with a spa day and the two of you were currently at a lingerie store picking out something sexy for after.

While you were trying on a few options, Jack had excused himself to make a purchase of his own, shoving a small plastic shopping bag into his pocket when you showed him what you picked. "What are you up to, Maynard?" you asked, stepping back so he could join you in the changing room.

"Just a surprise for tonight." he said, looking you up and down. "Babe, you look incredible." Jack pulled you into a kiss and then whispered in your ear. "I can't wait to rip it off of you later tonight."

"All in good time." you said, pushing him out of the changing room.

When the both of you were getting dressed for your friend's big night, Jack cleared his throat and grabbed your dress from you, laying it back down on the bed. "I have something for you, love."

"Is this something for me or something for you?" you laughed, knowing Jack had bought something from the kinkier side of the lingerie store.

"Both." he said, backing you into the bedroom wall. "Close your eyes."

"As you wish." you replied, kissing him and closing your eyes.

Jack had you pinned to the wall, one hand rubbing your clit through your brand new lacy panties. "You're gonna love this." he said, slipping a tiny cold something into the front of them and resting it against your clit.

"What is that?" you asked, your eyes still closed.

"Guess." he said, clicking something in his hands.

"Oooo." you whimpered, feeling the tiny toy gently vibrate against your now sensitive clit. "Mmmmm, I didn't think we had time to play before we had to leave." you said, opening your eyes.

"We don't" he said, backing away and handing you your dress.

Your mouth dropped open realizing that Jack wanted you to wear the toy to the premier. "Oh, you're mean." you said, watching him click the second setting. "Ahhh." You tried to hold in your breathy moan. "I won't be able to hide it on that setting."

"I promise I won't be too mean." He said, turning it off.

Pulling on your dress, you turned so Jack could zip you up. "How long have you wanted to do this one?" You asked him.

"I just felt inspired seeing it in the store." He replied, kissing between your shoulder blades before zipping up the dress. "To be honest, I'm going to have a hard time not getting turned on knowing that it's here." Jack ran his fingers under your dress to nudge the toy.

"I'm definitely planning my revenge." You laughed, turning to pull him into another kiss.

You and a group of your friends were sharing a fancy limo to the premier and Jack decided to test the toy. You were talking to Conor when Jack clicked the first setting. You weren't expecting it, but you were able to keep quiet. Closing your eyes and sighing, trying to keep your composure.

"You alright, love?" Jack asked, no one the wiser.

You turned to face Jack, your crossed legs and the darkness in the car hiding the fact that your hand was creeping towards Jack's crotch. "Just fine, sweetheart." You said, with a smirk, your hand gently groping Jack's hardening dick.

Feeling his cheeks flush, Jack clicked off the toy, calling a silent temporary truce. He slipped his arm around you, pulling you into his lap. "We're going to get in so much trouble." He laughed, pulling you into a kiss.

"This one is on you." you laughed, kissing him back.

Jack left it off for about half of the red carpet walk, but when you two were to an area where you were posing together for pictures, Jack clicked the first setting.

"Oh, fuck." you quietly gasped, Jack pulling you in for a kiss in front of the photographers.

Photographers were calling out your names to have you pose for their shots. "Y/n! Jack! Over here!" The two of you posing, and turning to face different cameras. You were definitely biting your lip in more than a few of the shots.

"Good girl." Jack whispered in your ear, clicking the second, higher setting for just a moment before turning it off.

When you made it inside, everyone was sat around large round tables about 12 to a table. Jack had kept it between off and the first setting all night. The movie had started and Jack had just turned it to the second setting right after the room went dark.

"I'm going to kill you." you leaned over, your hand inching up Jack's thigh.

"You love it and you know it." he whispered in your ear, turning it back down to the first setting.

"Have you been thinking about it?" you asked, running your hand over the crotch of Jack's pants. Not getting an answer, you continued. "I know you've been thinking about how wet you're making me." Your hand hidden under the table, you unzipped Jack's pants, nibbling his earlobe between your teeth.

"Mmmmm, baby girl, you're being bad." he said, turning it up to the second setting.

You gasped and bit your lip, stopping you from moaning. "You started it." you said, reaching into his pants and stroking his now completely hard dick.

Jack turned to face you, cheeks flushed. "Want to cross something else off of our list?" he asked, putting his hand over yours so you couldn't stroke him anymore.

"What do you have in mind, baby?" you whispered in his ear, feeling him turn the vibrator off.

"Follow me." Jack pulled your hand out of his pants and made sure they were zipped and that you couldn't tell he was sporting a massive hard-on.

"Yes, sir." you said, standing to follow him out of the dark room.

Jack grabbed your hand and led you to a family bathroom. Locking the door, he pinned you against it capturing your lips in a needy and rough kiss. "I planned on making you wait all night, but you can't keep your hands to yourself." jack said, pulling you up to sit on the counter while he stood between your legs.

"I've already cum in my panties twice, baby. It's not my fault." you admitted, Jack stopping and staring at you with wide eyes.

"God, you're so sexy." He continued undoing his pants and pulling your thong off, putting the toy and your panties in his pocket. Quickly putting a condom on, he grabbed your thighs.. "Come here, baby girl."

You felt Jack sink himself inside of your soaking wet core and lift you from the counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "Jack." you moaned his name, feeling him roughly thrust up into you more frantically than usual.

"You weren't lying." Jack said, feeling how wet you actually were.

"MMMmmmm, Jack. Harder, baby." you moaned, loving the rare occasions that Jack didn't hold back at all.

Between the pent up tension and the fact that you could get caught, it wasn't long before both of you had finished. Jack sat you on the counter, resting his head against your chest as you both caught your breath. Hearing a knock on the door, you both quickly tried to fix your clothes and appearance. "Give me my thong." you whispered.

Jack continued to straighten out his clothes, before reaching a hand out for you. "Come on, love."

"Jack, you have my underwear." you said, seeing the look on his face. "I'm not getting them back, am I?" you asked, smirking up at your boyfriend.

"Nope." He laughed, leading you out of the bathroom. "Sorry, she had an outfit malfunction." Jack said to the lady waiting outside the door.

"Yeah, part of my outfit is in your pocket." you laughed after you had walked away.

When you made it back to the table, Conor leaned over to Jack making sure everything was okay. He fed Conor the same line. "Just an outfit malfunction."

Conor looked suspicious. "What on earth could have malfunctioned?" he whispered to his brother, knowing Jack was full of shit.

Jack slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled your thong out of his pocket, nodding to Conor to look down.

"Dear, god. You two are ridiculous." Conor laughed.

With a cocky smile on his face, Jack scooted his chair to sit directly by yours and pulled you to snuggle into his side. "I love you, Y/n." he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too, Jack." you said, laying your head against him and enjoying the rest of the movie.

[calmasf]

Imagine… Jack having a crush on you and Conor doing everything he can to embarrass his brother whenever you’re around.

[chocolatemillkk]

Forgetful (JM)

Request 1: Jack fluff where your on ur period and he cares for you? Your writing is brilliant btw you’re my favourite buttercream imagines writing atm 😇💗

Request 2: This is random lol but can you do jack one where you’re lactose intolerant and he doesn’t know or something fluffy where he takes you out and you have to tell him...

Jack would never admit it but women scared him sometimes. The sometimes being when they were on their period-he’d been through the birthing stimulator on Joe’s channel and when his girlfriend told him that’s what bad period cramps felt like, he’d seen the women in his life in a whole new light. Women were scary tough and he wouldn’t dare annoy one while they were on their period. Yet, he couldn’t seem to stop doing just that.

“Jack!” His girlfriend, Y/N shouts. She’d been curled in pain on Jack’s bed while he stood uselessly nearby for the last half hour. “I don’t want to hear about how strong you think I am! I’m in pain! Not about to give a fucking speech!”

“I know,” Jack blanks. “I-where do you want me? What do you want? I want to help.”

Y/N buries her head in the pillows and Jack takes a step towards her before thinking again.

“A hot compress would be nice,” Y/N groans. “And another pain killer.”

“Okay!” Jack says quickly-he could do that.

Y/N had shown up at his flat with a blanket and no makeup, looking as bad as she felt-not that he would ever tell her. He’d quickly let her in and straight to bed.

When he comes back with everything Y/N needed, he helps her sit up and rubs her back as she leans against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he says despite himself. Her only response is to slip her fingers between his and squeeze. He squeezes back-gently and kisses the top of her head.

“Thank you,” she says after a while. “I know you’re only trying to help.”

“That’s alright,” Jack leans away to look Y/N inthe face. “Is it still really bad?”

“The pills helped but I feel crampy and bloated and hot! Is it just me? It’s really hot in here!”

And even though it was the middle of November Jack opens the windows for her before throwing on a jumper. He was very cold.

“Lay with me for a bit?” Y/N says.

“Shove over,” Jack nudges her bum to give him room on the bed and she laughs as she rolls over. He settles in and pulls Y/N to his chest and she snuggles into it, pulling the fabric of his shirt into her fists and settling her nose into the crook of his neck.

“You’re so cold,” she mumbles against his skin.

“You’re keeping me warm,” Jack kisses her forehead.

“Aren’t I always?” Y/N looks up with a cheeky grin that Jack can’t help but kiss off. In an instant, Jack’s rolled over and pinned Y/N under him. Her fingers drag through his hair but suddenly she stops and pushes him up.

“What’s wrong?” Jack’s expression clouds over with concern as Y/N face scrunches in pain.

“I can’t do this right now,” she gasps. Jack quickly sits beside her and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. He hated when, every so often, Y/N would have really bad periods and spend days in bed. He couldn’t do anything to take the pain away and sometimes his anxious presence made it worse. He would try to be useful but Y/N always told him to just let her be until the pain passed. This time, however, it seemed worse and Jack wanted to do something-anything-to help.

“How about I close the blinds,” Jack gets up. “And reheat the compress. And you can just relax here.”

“Sounds heavenly” Jack could detect the sarcasm in Y/N’s voice but he didn’t take it personally. She’d said worse before and Jack stopped being offended. She always apologised after, saying she was just frustrated by the pain until Jack told her he understood. He would not be as calm as she was with that sort of pain.

He does as he said he would and returns to Y/N under the covers. The compress disappears under the sheets so Jack decides to leave to give her some rest.

“Love you,” Y/N calls out feebly just as Jack was shutting the door.

“I know,” Jack says gently. “I love you, I’ll check in on you later.”

Jack paces the living room before thumping down onto the couch and turning on the TV. He stretches over to get the game controllers and lowers the volume before immersing himself into the video game. He doesn’t know how much time had passed until Y/N’s presence alerts him. Wrapped in blankets, she shuffles to the kitchen to reheat her compress before moving into the living room and settling beside Jack. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jack lifts his arms up and Y/N lays down, her head on his lap as he continues playing.

He pauses it after a while to see that Y/N had fallen back asleep. Gazing down at her, she looked so peaceful. He brushes her hair and she shifts.

“Sorry,” Jack whispers. She mumbles something in response but Jack misses it as his own stomach growls.

Carefully, Jack lifts Y/N’s head and places it on a pillow, covering her body with another blanket. He reheats some food and as he’s waiting, he spots an empty candy wrapper and the idea hits him. As soon as he’s done lunch he would pick up something to cheer his girlfriend up.

Grabbing his keys, Jack heads out of the flat and to the local shops without alerting Y/N. He picks up half a dozen different chocolates, biscuits, tampons he was pretty sure Y/N used, and tea his sister had suggested after he texted her in a frenzy.

When he gets back, he makes the tea and places it down onto the coffee table with the chocolates. He sits on the table and gently nudges the cocoon Y/N had wrapped herself into. After another, slightly harder push, Y/N look up at him with squinty eyes.

“What’s this?” Her face immediately lights up as she spots the tea and chocolate.

“I thought it’d help you,” Jack shrugs. “Anna said peppermint tea is good for you.”

Y/N takes a sip of the tea and she closes her eyes, content with the warm beverage.

“Come here,” Y/N puts the mug down and tugs at Jack. He leans down to kiss her and her lips are warm and taste like peppermint. Jack holds her face in his hands until they pull back, their foreheads resting on the other’s.

“Thank you babe,” Y/N kisses him again and Jack wants to carry it further but he leaves it for another time, leaning away completely.

Y/N swipes a chocolate from the table and then picks up another before looking up at him with confusion. “Babe.”

“What?” Jack looks down at the chocolates. “Don’t you like that one?”

“Babe!” Y/N starts laughing.

“Why are you laughing? What’s happened?”

“Jack!” Y/N shouts before laughing again. “Babe! Do you want me to feel even shittier? No pun intended.”

And with that she’s on her back laughing, clutching her stomach and trying to calm herself but falling back into a giggling fit.

“I don’t...” Jack grabs ahold of the chocolate and flips it over, still confused what she was laughing about. “What are you-are you alright?”

“No!” Y/N laughs through the pain, wiping her tears. “Baby, you know I’m lactose intolerant right?”

“Yeah?” Jack looks at the chocolate again. “What’s it have to do with this o-oh.”

He spots the milk chocolate part and looks back at Y/N who’s face is streaked with tears as she waits for the light bulb to light up. As it does, she begins laughing again and it’s infectious as Jack hangs his head in his hands and joins in. Even though Y/N’s cramps stab at her uterus and her body’s flushed with heat, the laughing makes her momentarily forget.

“Can you imagine if I-“ Y/N breaks off into laughter again, sitting up to try and take deep breaths. Jack shifts his spot to the couch and when Y/N leans back again he wraps his arm around her and her head lays on his chest. She takes big breaths as they try to stop the giggling.

The two lay on the sofa until the laughing subsides. Jack picks up the chocolates, regretting his choice not to consider the labels when Y/N plucks one from the pile.

“I can eat this one-it’s dark chocolate.”

“Yeah? I knew that,” Jack bluffs.

“Oh did you?” Y/N teases, turning to bury her face in his shirt and he laughs.

“I’m sorry-really. I tried to be a good boyfriend but I failed miserably.”

“You didn’t,” Y/N cuddles into his chest. “You’re the best boyfriend who’s just forgetful sometimes.”

“That doesn't sound much better. I wouldn't date someone with that kind of description,” Jack chuckles.

“Good thing you don’t have to then,” Y/N kisses his cheek. “Now give me that tea please?”

Jack hands it to her and watches Y/N blow on the beverage before glancing up at him. Her smile is like a slow sunrise that warms him up from the inside out. He tucks her hair behind her ear and she quickly jerks her head to kiss his hand in the act.

“I love you,” Jack grins.

Her eyes twinkle as she takes a sip of her tea. I love you too, they say, despite the forgetfulness.

[dwwak]

Family Comfort - Jack Maynard Short

Word count: 131 Triggers: NONE Requested: NO

Warm laces of happiness wrinkles down your spine as you watch Jack casually talk with his parents, your eyes wander his side profile. His hair recklessly placed around his ears making brunette waves to the soft blonde that welcomes your hands restlessly. With his face carved like smooth marble his movements are calculated and calm that they almost seem to be synchronized with the rhythm of his heart. His rosy cheeks sparks your heart, and as if he heard your heart he looks to you with joy and future.

You blush as you’re caught staring at the stars, “What?” you chuckle as you bundle up the blanket closer to your legs which hung over the couch.  

Jack chuckles a bit, making your heart take another leap into the open blue sky.

[rawrkittenpurr]

Personal Trainer AU - Jack Maynard Imagine

Word count: 4068

Rating: Explicit (really, truly explicit. mostly pwp smut. please don’t read if you are underage and/or unconfortable with that)

Warnings: none

Summary: Jack is substituting for your regular PT. Sex ensues.

„Hi, my name is Y/N and I have a session booked in with Louisa at six”, you said to the girl at the reception, handing over your gym membership card.

„Oh, I’m so sorry, Louisa had to call in sick today. Someone should’ve called you, but they must have forgotten. I’m terribly sorry, it’s been a bit of a rush here today, with two of our trainers feeling poorly… But I’m sure we can find someone to cover your session, or you could go in and train on your own? Of course we will refund you the price of the training!” the girl said apologetically.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it. I’m sure all your trainers are equally good, I don’t mind if someone else takes over, truly. But please do find someone for me, because left to my own devices I know I will just spend 20 minutes on the elliptical watching Brooklyn 99 and call it a day”, you smiled at the girl. It was Friday night, you had a busy week of work behind you and you were not feeling very motivated as of that moment. You came to the gym straight from the office, because you knew from experience that if you’d had to go home to get your stuff, you would’ve just slumped down on the couch and probably not moved until midnight.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do for you. You can go ahead and get changed, and someone will be waiting for you when you’re done”, the receptionist said, handing you a lock and key for the lockers as well as a towel, “and thank you for being so understanding!”

You quickly changed into your workout gear – black leggings, a black sports bra and a flowy purple workout top with an open back –, pulled your hair into a ponytail so it wouldn’t bother you, grabbed your water bottle and the towel and headed out of the changing room. You were greeted by a blonde guy about your age, with really pretty blue eyes. He was attractive. This was going to be interesting.

“Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Jack, and I’ll be kicking your arse today.”

“And I bet you’re going to enjoy that, won’t you”, you said to test the waters.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you enjoy it too, don’t you worry”, he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. This was indeed going to be interesting all right.

“So I thought we could start with some warm-up, and in the meantime you can tell me about what you’ve been doing with Louisa, what your goals are, so that I can get a better picture of what you’re looking for, does that sound ok to you?”, Jack asked once you’ve walked over to the training area.

“Sure. I’ve been training with Louisa for about two months now I think. I don’t really have a specific goal in mind, I just kinda want to be the fittest version of myself if that makes sense?” you started to explain while Jack was directing you to do some jumps to get your heartrate up. “I used to always say to myself I’ll do it one day, like I’ll do it for my wedding or something, but then one day something in my brain just clicked and I thought why wait, why not do it now?” “So, no wedding coming up then?” Jack intercepted.

“Oh no, definitely single AF”, you laughed, “but it’s chill. I mean, I have everything I need”, you said, first of all to clarify that you were not desperate and second, because it was true. You were really not looking for a relationship and were perfectly happy with the arrangements you had going on when it came to sex. “Anyway”, you continued, progressively getting more out of breath, “don’t get me wrong, I still hate all of this. But then I see the results and I’m like yeah, it’s worth it.”

“I can see that”, Jack said, and you were pretty sure he was checking you out.

 Jack was not kidding when he said he would kick your ass. He gave you a very intense workout that pushed you to your limits, but you actually enjoyed it. You preferred working hard over half-assing your workouts; it gave you the satisfaction of knowing you did your best. You also had the feeling he had you do more squats than strictly necessary just so he could check your butt out, but you couldn’t say you minded that either.

“So, it’s Friday, you got any plans tonight?” Jack asked you as you were finishing up your stretching.

“I was actually planning on watching Netflix on my couch, but after this workout I feel strangely energised, so I might need to change those plans”, you admitted.

“Me and a few mates are actually going clubbing later, you can join us if you like. It’ll be around midnight though probably, so I don’t know if you’ll still be awake…”

This went easier than you thought. It wasn’t suave or smart, you could tell Jack was the sort of guy to rely on his looks and charm rather than his wit to woo over the ladies. But in all fairness, he was hot and he did ask you out and he was being quite direct about it, which you appreciated.

“I’m not actually a grandma, I’ll have you know. Midnight sounds good, text me where?” you held out your hand for his phone.

 Once you got home, you popped into the shower, washed your hair, moisturised thoroughly with a lotion that made your skin look glowing and smelled deliciously like a tropical cocktail on a beach, poured yourself a big glass of wine, then decided to potter around naked for the next few hours. At around 11, your phone buzzed with a text from Jack.

“Hey Y/N

You still up?”

At this point, you were about 3 glasses of wine in, and still naked, but at least you had successfully finished putting on your makeup.

“Yeah I’m good, just getting ready. Wby?” you texted back.

“Pre-gaming at Joe’s. Gonna get going soon though”

You wrapped yourself in your previously discarded towel, grabbed your wine glass and took a selfie. “Cheers!” you typed, sending the pic to Jack. His reply was a string of emojis, including the fire and the dancing girl one. He also sent you the name of the club and told you to meet them up front in half an hour.

It was time to get dressed. You decided on a set consisting of a high-waisted, tight midi skirt and a crop top. The outfit hugged your curves and showed off a bit of your tummy. Essentially, it put your whole body on display while still making you look relatively dressed up. You debated for a while if Jack was worth wearing heels for, but ultimately decided in favour of them. Then you grabbed your bag and headed down to your Uber.

The club Jack told you to meet them at was of the posh but tacky variety, trying really hard to look like it was in Vegas or something, with secluded ‘VIP areas’ with white leather couches and low, mirrored coffee tables. It was the sort of club mostly frequented by girls in their late teens and men of all ages trying to hit on them. You didn’t much mind the club though, because the music was good, a mixture of hip-hop and R’n’B, easy to dance to and in your opinion much nicer than the monotonous, electronic stuff. There was a little bit of a line forming out front, you hoped that the club would be decently full but not jam-packed. Getting out of the car, you spotted Jack standing a little bit off to the side with a small group of people, and walked over.

“Damn, Y/N”, Jack exclaimed, checking you out from head to toe as you were approaching him, “you looked fine this afternoon, but this is on a whole new level!” He pulled you in and kissed you on the cheek. He smelled really nice, cool and clean and fresh, but with an undercurrent of something spicy.

“You’re not looking so bad yourself, I must say”, you licked your lips. Jack was wearing a dark blue and red, tropical patterned silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few of the top buttons unbuttoned, tight, ripped black jeans and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and wavy and somehow looked both softer and blonder than in the gym. You had the urge to run your hand through it, although you were quite sure it was probably less soft and way more stiff with product than it looked. Also that he wouldn’t appreciate you messing it up. Also that you would totally still do that later.

He waved you over and quickly introduced you to the bunch of people he was with: Joe, Conor, Mikey, Caspar, as well as a few girls whose name you didn’t bother to remember.

“It really isn’t fair”, you heard Joe complain to no one in particular, “Jack pulling these girls who are out of his league all the time.” Jack replied with a grin, saying how it was one of the perks that came with his job. You were not sure if this whole exchange was intended to be much more subtle or if Jack just didn’t care if his dates knew he was a bit of a player, but it was okay. You weren’t looking for anything serious either.

“Come on, Y/N”, Jack motioned you over and put his arm around your waist, skipping the line and guiding you directly towards the door, “this way.”

“Are you famous or something?” you teased as you realized you were entering directly through the previously described VIP lounge.

“I got connections”, he smiled, wiggling his brows at you.

Once inside, you each took a shot of vodka from the chilled bottle of Grey Goose that seemed to have materialised on the table in front of you as soon as the group walked in. A few of the guys took some pics and videos for their Snapchats and Insta stories that some of the girls with you tried really hard to be included in, while others were basically hiding. This was weird, but it was none of your business. A few minutes passed, and you were happily singing along to the songs the DJ was playing, dancing around a little on the spot. You really just wanted to get out on the dancefloor, so you took Jack’s hand and pulled him with you as the tunes of the new Jason Derulo song started blasting from the speakers. You were a decent dancer – definitely not able to come up with imaginative freestyle choreographies on the spot, and you were never quite sure what to do with your hands; but you were pretty good at copying other people’s moves and really good at twerking. What surprised you more was that while most boys tended to just hop from one leg to the other and stay in the background, Jack could actually keep up with you, pulling you closer and giving you space at the right moments while also showing off his moves.

“That was hot”, you exclaimed as the song ended. In return, Jack pulled you in close, grabbed your butt and kissed you hard on the mouth. It was a nice kiss, more lips than tongue, soft and wet and warm, inviting and exploring rather than aggressive and pushy. You had one hand on the small of his back, just above the waistband of his jeans, the other around his neck. You flexed your fingers and scraped your nails slightly against the back of his head, which he seemed to like, as he responded by squeezing you even closer to him, both of his hands on your backside still. Jack licked along your lips and you opened them slightly. Suddenly, he bit down against your lower lip and you pulled in a sharp breath, digging your nails into his skin. Opening your eyes and taking a step back, you broke the kiss and started dancing again. Turning you around, he drew you close to him again so that your back was against him, kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder softly and started to move against you, following the music.

The two of you spent the next hour or so dancing, grinding and making out on the dancefloor, only heading back to your booth twice for a bit of rest, drinks and a few words of shouted conversation over the music. As the night progressed, more of the buttons on Jack’s shirt became undone and you could now see quite a bit of his tanned chest. You have teased each other so long, both of you were completely turned on. You had butterflies in your tummy, a big smile plastered on your face and a pleasant, tingling sensation all over your body, as if your skin was electrified. You were also quite sure you could feel his hardness pushing against your thigh as you pressed into him while dancing. You lowered one hand and traced the outline of his bulge, palming him through his jeans. So far, you had no complaints.

“You wanna get out of here?” you heard Jack shout.

You nodded. “Back to mine? No flatmates, and it’s close to here. I’ll go to the loo and call an Uber, meet me at the booth in 10?”

When you got back to the VIP section, you found only Caspar and two girls at your table. Nevertheless, you said your goodbyes and made your way to the car already waiting for you outside. Thankfully, your flat was indeed close by and in the sparse night-time traffic it only took you about 10 minutes to get there. Which was for the best, because you two had a really hard time keeping your behaviour in the backseat decent. Your skirt, which normally reached to your knees, was pushed up to mid-thigh level, and Jack was stroking along the inside of your leg. Your hands found their way under his shirt, tracing out the hard edges of his body. You were kissing each other differently now, longer, passionately and with more intent, sucking and biting. By the time the car pulled up in front of your house, you were burning with anticipation. Although you usually didn’t tend to, you tipped the driver and made sure to give him 5 stars, he definitely deserved it.

Once you got up to your flat, you kicked off your heels and motioned to the left.

“Bedroom’s that way, bathroom too. Go on, I’ll be there in a minute. And wash your hands, will ya?”

While Jack took off towards your bedroom, you went to the kitchen, washed your hands and filled up two large glasses with cold water, then you followed him into your bedroom. Jack was lying back against the headboard of your bed, still completely dressed but with his shirt now completely open and hanging off his shoulders. He looked incredible, eyeing you expectantly. You handed him one of the waters and drank most of yours, setting the glass down on your dresser, a safe distance away from the bed. You shortly debated your range of movement, then decided to strip out of your skirt, discarding it on the floor.

“Nice”, Jack said in a low voice, sitting up a little straighter and putting down his glass of water. “Louisa’s been doing a good job”, he added, regaining his composure. You poked your tongue out and wiggled your butt at him, then walked over and straddled him, placing your knees on each side of his hips. Taking his shirt off completely, you finally had access to all of his upper body, something you have been looking forward to all night. You brushed your fingers lightly against his tattoos.

“You like them?” Jack asked you. “Yeah”, you admitted, your voice a little breathy, “They’re really nice.”

You kissed him again, then proceeded to kiss down the line of his neck and all along his shoulder, leaving behind little wet spots. All the while, your hands were roaming his body, grabbing and stroking. You couldn’t get enough of him. Moving downwards, you flicked your tongue experimentally against his right nipple.

“Come here”, Jack said, and you sat up a little. He took off your top and bra and started playing with your boobs, licking and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while teasing the other one with his fingers.

“Mhhhhm”, you moaned, rolling your hips down onto his dick almost involuntarily. Pulling back slightly, you unbuckled his belt and worked his fly open, removing his jeans and underwear in one go. Then you took a few seconds to look at his now exposed penis. As you suspected, he was a decent size, slightly thicker towards the head, pretty straight and uncut. All in all, you were impressed. You took a sip of water, gave him a peck on the lips and leaned back to pull your hair up into a ponytail. You could see him perk up, after all, this was basically the universally accepted sign of ‘she’s gonna go down on you’.

Taking him in your hand, you swirled your tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth fully. Keeping him steady with your hand, you bobbed your head up and down a few times, sucking slightly more as you were coming up, but not taking his whole length in fully yet.

“Talk to me, Jack”, you said, pulling off. “Tell me what you want.”

You were not averse to some dirty talk in the first place. Plus you pegged Jack for a talker, which hopefully meant he would be into this too. But most importantly, you had literally known him less than 12 hours, and you didn’t have any time to experiment. If you were both going to get what you wanted from this, you needed to ensure good communication.

Putting his dick back in your mouth, you started moving again, joining your mouth’s movement with your hand too, really getting into it. With each downward stroke you took him in deeper, until you managed to get all of him in. His right hand flew to the back of your head to keep you in place as you were moving just the tiniest bit, without really pulling back at all.

“Fuck, you’re good at this”, Jack proclaimed, and you would’ve chuckled at the compliment, except you didn’t want to choke nor gag. Pulling back, you started moving again, quicker this time, licking against the vein on the underside of his penis and swirling your tongue around the head at every move.

“Fuck. Okay, baby, keep doing that, but with a hint of teeth. Just like that, yeah. And play with my balls”, Jack was finally finding his words and you were on fire. You gave better head turned on, and giving it turned you on even more, so this was a win-win situation. Jack’s words went straight to your core and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You could also taste Jack’s pre-come in your mouth and felt his balls tighten as you were juggling them between your fingers, so by all means, this was working for both of you. With one last satisfied pop, you pulled your mouth off his Jack’s dick. Standing up, you took off your panties and opened the first drawer of your bedside table, taking out a condom and throwing it in Jack’s general direction on the bed. It was time to get things moving along.

“Do we have to?” he asked, with a slightly whiney but mostly just curious tone.

“Yes”, you cut the discussion short. Although you were on hormonal birth control too, so it wouldn’t have been necessary, you were sleeping with several people and you assumed Jack was as well, and STIs were really not fun.

Hopping back on the bed, you lied down next to Jack. Once he was done adjusting the condom, he lied back as well, turning on his side to face you. Cradling the side of your cheek with his left hand, he kissed you, reaching down with his right and swiping a finger along your pussy tentatively. You adjusted your position, opening up your legs to give him better access.

“You’re already so wet for me, babe”, he hummed appreciatively, “I wanna see how fast I can make you come.”

Pushing a finger into you, he pumped in and out a few times before adding a second one. Moving more in an up and down manner rather than in and out, he was brushing against your G-spot and you moaned out. Seemingly on their own accord, your hips moved against his fingers, meeting his strokes.

“Yeah… more… like that”, you brought out.

His left hand had never left the side of your face, now he swiped his thumb against your lips and you sucked his finger into your mouth readily. He continued stroking against you and you could feel yourself getting closer, your hips flailing aimlessly, desperately trying to find some more friction. Jack’s right thumb came up to circle your clit in time with his brushes against your insides, and in a few minutes you were coming, crying out and biting down on his finger in your mouth as your whole body flexed.

“Please, in me, now!” you exhaled desperately, grabbing the base of his cock and lining him up. He slid into you easily, pushing in completely and starting up a steady rhythm. You took a second to appreciate Jack’s figure above you. His carefully styled hair was more dishevelled now, a fine line of sweat forming at his temples along his hairline. You remembered your urge from earlier in the night to run your fingers through his hair. Curving your fingers around the back of his head, you pulled his face down to yours and kissed him. You were beyond words now, the only sounds escaping you being sighs and moans. With both of your hands around his neck, you held on tightly as he pumped into you, meeting his thrusts halfway. Slowly, you started to regain your composure. You could tell Jack was getting more tired, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic and irregular.

“Let me get on top”, you suggested.

Jack lied back gladly, helping you carefully readjust your position and sliding back into you. After a few slow and deep movements, you kept him buried deep in you, rocking your hips back and forth. You leaned back slightly, finding the perfect angle. Moving forwards and up, Jack was hitting your G-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the sensitive area all the way. Cradling your own breast, you started caressing your nipples, getting lost in pleasure. You locked eyes with Jack, who was watching you with pupils blown wide, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N”, he sighed in an exasperated voice.

“Touch me”, you replied and Jack obliged, one hand coming up to your waist as the other touched your butt, grabbing and massaging slightly.

Speeding up your movements, you could feel yourself getting close again, but you were also becoming impatient. You began stroking your clit with one hand, the combination of stimuli soon pushing you over the edge of your second orgasm. The pleasure rocked through your body, your eyes squeezing shut and your head falling back in ecstasy. As soon as you were able to catch your breath a little bit, you leaned forward again, supporting yourself on your elbows on either side of Jack’s body. He thrusted into you deeply a few more times before he came with a choked moan.

You waited a few seconds for both of your breathing to return to normal, then got off him carefully, sitting down at the edge of the bed and drinking a few sips of water. Jack got rid of the condom, then lied down, kissing you sweetly and pulling you down with him.

“That was fun”, he said, smiling at you.

“Yeah”, you agreed, wiggling down lower and pulling up the duvet to cover you; smiling back at him happily, “it really was.”

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Night out

It had been a week since your now ex boyfriend chris cheated on you , he tried calling and texting you even went to your apartment but you had been sleeping on your best friends couch

Joe and Byron had done their best to cheer you up but it always was ruined by a text of a phone call from him so you left your phone off if any of the guys wanted to talk with you they would call joe

" why are you still laying there ? " Joe asked walking in finding you still on the couch

" cause I have no life " I answered pulling the pillow over my face

" your coming with us " Byron said picking you up off the couch and joe picked out your clothes

About 30 minutes later you found yourself in at a party with the guys

Joe had taken a picture of you standing between Byron and jack as they both kissed your cheeks

Joe put the picture on Instagram tagging you all

You knew your now ex would see it and try calling you again but at this point you didn't care you were having fun with friends and that's all you cared about right now

He never liked you being around the guys since you and Jack had history from about a year before you even got together but they didn't stop him from hating Jack

As all 4 of your headed back to Joe and Byrons place , Jack had his arm around you as you both laughed about something silly

Nights like these made you wonder why you never said yes to dating Jack, maybe because you knew that he loved the ladies back then but in the last 6 months he really cleaned up his act , even before Chris cheated on you things had become some what interesting with you and Jack feelings you never would happen . The way his smile brightened up your day was something not even Chris could do and when he came running after Joe had called him saying you were crying a week ago you knew you had feelings for him

" he's stupid for cheating on you " Jack told you as you both sat on the couch , joe and Byron had gone to bed soon as you got to the apartment

" I was stupid for not picking you " at this point you were at least half drunk and didn't care if he knew how you feel about him it was worth a shot

" your beautiful " he whispered placing a soft kiss on your lips then wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you both dirft off to sleep

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mornings | joeck

an: guess who’s back? this is a very short imagine i don’t think you could even count it as one, but i’m staying loyal to the joeck fandom even though its DESEACED and boshed out an imagine aren’t i nice?!!!! also gave up with capital letters because i’m lazy and let me tell you grammarly was FUMING by the end of this,,,, anyways hope you enjoy x

they wake up after a long night out, and Joe smiles as the first thing he sees is a sleeping Jack. 

“it’s morning, my love,” he mumbles quietly and placing a hand on Jack’s bare arm. 

joe never knows why he tries to wake Jack up, as his boyfriend usually wakes up an hour after him, but he doesn’t mind, because he gets to watch his sweetheart while he sleeps. 

he does this for a while, eyes darting around his boyfriend's face and soon, jack stirs, groaning a little out of slumber and stretching out his arms. he frowns and joe mirrors his expression as he wonders why. he soon finds out though, when the first thing Jack says as he wakes up is “I’m hungover.” 

joe cracks a smile, “what a surprise!” he jokes and watches as jack glares at him, only half meaning it. 

“no joe, this is definitely not the time for jokes. I’m dying and you know it.”

the older man laughs as jack groans, pulling his boyfriend in for a cuddle. “babe, we’ve been over this a thousand times because you say it every time you’re hungover,” he says, kissing jack’s forehead, “you’re not dying. you’re hungover.”

“stop talking, my head hurts.”

“you’re only doing that because you know i’m right.”

“you’re not. my head hurts.”

joe chuckles, his thumb rubbing stroking jacks shoulder; a small sign of love. “you know i love you though?” he asks, not really knowing why he did ask as jack’s answer is always the same: 

“yes. i love you too.”

joe smiles as jack adds, “you look so handsome in the mornings. how d’you do that?”

“it’s a talent.” joe mumbles as he leans in to kiss jack on the lips. 

jack’s head hurts and he feels like shit, but being in the arms of someone special makes him feel one hundred times better.