feedback would be great thanks :-)


Originally posted by wkom

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “OMG of I only could say how much I love your Jeff imagine, but I can’t find the right words. Saying that it is perfect isn’t enough. But I want you to know that I really love this one and, I have to ask, is to soon for asking for a part 2? About the morning after, maybe Clay finding they two lol Thank you for writing my request <3″

“hi, i loved ‘Sharing is Caring’ and i wondered if you could maybe do a part 2? maaaybe where they wake up and they’re cuddled up and when clay comes into the room to wake jeff he smiles and quietly calls his parents (he secretly shipped them because jeff never shuts up about her and he wants someone good for his sister). so when jeff and the reader wake up her whole family stands there and it gets a little awkward but it’s still cute? 😂”

“OMG please do a part 2“

Word Count: 2.063

Posted: 08th of May 2017

A/N: Here’s “Sharing Is Caring”’s second part, link is down below if you haven’t read it yet. I am sorry if I took so long to write this. I hope you like it, although it didn’t convince me so much. I think it has a lot of flaws. I really don’t know. It would be great if you send some feedbacks. Thank you so much! Enjoy.

- G. x

Link: Part 1

Warning: Light swearing

“Hmm…” You stretched your bones with your eyes closed as you felt fully rested, waking your still-sleeping soul slowly. Although you still had your eyes closed, the sunlight that penetrated your window pane blinded you.

You were so calm and thoughtless as you felt a strong arm around your waist and you quickly opened your eyes, rubbing them carefully to focalize your vision. You were facing your wall full of posters and Jeff was hugging you from behind, you were being the little spoon of your innocent cuddling session.

You were shocked and shy, of course, but it felt so nice to be cuddled up with your ultimate crush. You wanted to wake him up, but also to stay in that position at the same time. Because who wouldn’t love to cuddle with Jeff Atkins? We all know right.

His touch made you feel warm and relaxed, although you felt uncomfortable for his morning erection. Yes, the thought of his boner made you feel the heat in your cheeks and you knew how red you became at the same time.

“Jeff!” You murmured as you nudged him carefully, trying to wake him up. “Atkins.”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, you hinted that he was still sleeping and still had his eyes closed because of his response.

“Wake up, sleepy head.” You softly giggled as you drew small circles on his arm. You didn’t want for this moment to end, but you knew that your family would freak out if they ever saw you in that position with Jeff. “Hey, Atkins.”

You heard him yawning softly as he tightened his grip and your bodies touched even more. You felt his hot breath on your skin and it made you shiver.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” He whispered and his morning hoarse voice made you smile. You found it sexy and you surely wanted to sleep with him one more time.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked as you lingered the warmth of his body and the blankets. You loved cuddling and it was really a moment that you would always do with Jeff.

“I did.” He giggled softly, surely pointing out your position at that exact moment. “Did you?”

“I honestly did.” You smiled and there was a little bit of silence between the two of you. You were astonished, because it wasn’t one of those awkward silences. In the contrary! It was honestly comfortable and sweet.

You both continued cuddling and thinking of how amazing it was to sleep with each other. There was a dead silence in the room, but you didn’t mind it for the thoughts that kept running through your mind.

Yup, there was a dead silence in the room until you heard your brother Clay coughing like there was no tomorrow. He almost spat his lungs out, but you knew that he was doing it to have your attention.

“Good morning, cuddle buddies.” Clay happily exclaimed and, in a fast-swift movement, you and Jeff broke the hug and faced the door, revealing a Clay with a smirk on his face and your parents, Lainie and Matt, behind him. You sat on the other part of the bed to set some space between you and Jeff.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes were widely opened and you knew that you had a crimson red coloured face for the embarrassing moment.

“Words, (Y/N)!” Your mother pointed out and you rolled your eyes. It vexed you how those people stood there with a smirk on their faces, obviously teasing you.

“Did you sleep well?” Clay teased as he laughed hard, together with Matt. You despised your brother for telling your parents that you had a crush on Jeff.

“I personally did.” Jeff answered and you nodded in response. It was awkward to be busted by your parents in that way. C’mon!

“It seems like you don’t need my help anymore, Jeff!” Clay winked at his friend and you shot a glance to Jeff. He was blushing and shocked too. “You already confessed your feelings to your crush.”

“What!?” Your eyes grew wide for what your brother has told you. You saw Jeff face palming himself as your talkative brother revealed his secret. Your heart beat faster and you felt uncomfortable for that. You looked at your family and then at Jeff once again. You wanted to burry yourself alive for the embarrassment.

“Alright, breakfast downstairs.” Your father shouted as he killed the awkward silence in the room. “This is a little bit awkward.”

Clay flashed an apologetic smile to Jeff and they started to go downstairs. You looked at Jeff and he flashed you a shy smile, to which you smiled back.

“You can use the bathroom in Clay’s room.” Your words weren’t too understandable because you talked quickly, trying to avoid his presence now.

You ran through the bathroom and you did your daily morning routines. You took more than the usual time, since you wanted some time to think about the things. How did they even happen that fast?

You liked Jeff too, but it was awkward. Jeff was your brother’s best friend and you’ve never thought that he would like someone like you. You thought that he was more into cheerleaders, the popular girls.

“Clay!” You groaned as you combed your hair in front of the mirror. You bit your lip as your cuddling session came into your mind and you suddenly found yourself smiling widely.

You then changed your clothes and you quickly went out of the bathroom. The bed was already fixed and Jeff was nowhere to be seen.

You went downstairs and you noticed that the awkward silence before has already packed its baggage and left. Your family and Jeff was talking some stuffs about school and they were even laughing. What the hell happened?

“(Y/N), sit down here and have some breakfast.” Lainie called you as she patted your usual chair. You nodded silently as you took your place and got some food to eat.

“How did it go with Hannah?” Clay curiously asked. You rolled your eyes as he was trying to fix the things between you. You loved your brother, nevertheless he has always teased you. He was your best friend and he was your Superman, because he would always be there for you. He knew how to save the day and you loved him for that.

“We had to cancel the sleepover, because her parents fought.” You answered as you chewed your food quietly. “She felt uncomfortable.”

“Ow.” Jeff and Clay reacted and you nodded sadly. You felt sad for Hannah, because she was already going through something at home and those assholes at school kept on bullying her. Luckily, you always had the guts to stand up for her.

“Oh,” Your eyes widen as you remembered something. “why don’t you ask Hannah out?” You asked with a smirk on your face.

“I am asking him the same thing, believe it or not.” Jeff answered and you smiled at him. Clay got the looks from your parents and he became red, obviously embarrassed and shy.

“Mind your own love life, instead of minding mine.” You teased him and you laughed, together with Matt and Jeff. Lainie was so happy because you were close with your brother and you knew each other’s secrets. She really taught you well when you were both young.

“Shut up!” Clay rolled his eyes and you started to feel comfortable around Jeff. Your father teased Clay and your mother just laughed.

“Should I train you how to ask a girl out?” Your dad teased and you all laughed. Clay was hating you, but you got your revenge and you felt a little better.

“You maybe should, dad!” You giggled and winked at Clay. “Hannah’s a great girl, she’s beautiful and she deserves happiness.”

“I second this.” Jeff agreed and your dad kept on teasing Clay.

You spent the rest of your breakfast teasing your beloved brother. You and Jeff are always having the point and you loved the complicity that you had.

“Wait for me upstairs, I’m helping this freak to clean this mess.” Clay said to Jeff whilst looking at him. Your parents went to work as they were already running late.

“Hmm…” Jeff mumbled as if he was thinking. You started to clean the table as you pretended that you weren’t listening to them. “Let me do that, go upstairs.”

“Oh, alright.” Clay replied and you heard his footsteps vanishing. You then felt Jeff’s presence as you started to wash the dishes.

“Hey.” Jeff shyly greeted you as he helped you with the dishes. You looked at him and you noticed the nervousness in his eyes.

“Hey.” You smiled at him and stopped what you were doing, turning the faucet off. “I can do this alone, go to Clay.”

“Uhm,” He looked at you and grabbed your hands to stop you from what you were doing. “don’t you think we should talk about it?”

“About what?” You played fool and he just smiled at you. You aren’t feeling awkward around him anymore, luckily.

“Oh, shut up!” He laughed and you faced him as you decided to talk about everything. You couldn’t pretend that nothing has happened, mostly when you like him too.

You leant on the kitchen counter and you waited for him to start his explanations. You took the moment to admire Jeff’s flawless face and body. You admired his soft brown quiff and his blue mesmerizing eyes. His pierced ears made him look sexier and you wondered how toned his body was.

“Hmm…” He started as he fiddled with his hands, waking you up from your deep thoughts. “I know that it was a shame that you discovered my feelings for you because of your brother, but I want to tell you that I really really really like you.”

You felt the heat of your cheeks and you blushed, although you already knew it. It was surely different to hear it from him and you felt so satisfied and reassured.

“That’s plagiarism for Carly Rae Jepsen’s song.” You winked at him and he just laughed at you. “But I really really really like you too.” You confessed, taking the courage out and covering it with by singing the song. His gaze lightened and he let a alleviated laugh out.

“Really?” He asked because he wanted to be sure of what you were really feeling.

“What? Is it strange that someone liked Jeff Atkins?” You playfully asked him and he rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you one of the campus’ crushes?”

“Well, (Y/N) Jensen likes me. That’s an honour.” He winked at you and you punched his arm playfully.

“Flatterer!” You exclaimed as you shook your head. You couldn’t believe him that he was praising you. Well, he was Jeff Atkins.

“I was just telling the truth.” He smiled at you and you giggled softly. “Can I hug you?” He asked and you found him cute with that.

“You already hugged me the whole night, why do you have to ask?” You winked at him and his face became bright red. You threw your arms wide open and he ran to you to hug you tightly.

You relaxed as you felt his arms around you again. Even though you slept hugging each other, you still longed for his hugs. You felt safe and warm once again.

“Are we having a sleepover again?” He flirtatiously asked and you slapped his toned chest. “Hey, didn’t you say that sharing is caring?”

“Dork!” You shook your head as you smiled widely. You saw Clay smirking as he was standing behind the kitchen’s doorway. You rolled your eyes as he took some pictures of his favourite ship. Of course, he has always shipped you with Jeff, because he already knew everything since the very start. Was he or wasn’t he the most supportive brother ever?

You knew that it was a start of something new for you. It was one of your desires to have him by your side and you would treasure this moment forever. You would keep on longing for him, for his hugs, for the warmth of his body and he would always take care of you, no matter what.

He would do everything to let you feel that you were the most important girl in his life, nevertheless his uncountable admirers.

Your James Buchanan Barnes

Title: Your James Buchanan Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Bucky wouldn’t show his jealousy. But how long could he really last?

Bucky is a possessive man. Not that he’d admit it up front to anyone. Back in the 40s, he was this suave ladies man that could have had any dame he wanted, no questions asked.

James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t possibly show the world how much his heart screamed and how hard his fists clenched at the sight of his doll rolling her head back in laughter as this greasy hair, grubby-hands S.H.I.E.L.D recruit blurts out yet another one of those jokes Bucky couldn’t help roll his eyes at.

He let out a grunt, much louder than he normally would have. Seeing (Y/N)’s eyes light up as she sees him standing by the doorway, Bucky couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face.

“Doll, do you want to head out for lunch?” Bucky asked, trying hard to look nonchalant at the recruit’s arm that was placed just a little too close to (Y/N)’s warm ones on the lab’s desk.

“I’m sorry Bucky. I’ve got to finish up here and get these mission reports to Agent Hill before she leaves for the day.” came (Y/N)’s reply, her eyes downcast, lips pushed into a small pout.

Seeing her expression, Bucky’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed, only to knit back together once more as he spots the recruit blatantly staring at his doll’s lips. That god-damn recruit even had the nerve to lick his own lips. You’ve got to be joking.

Bucky took a long stride and was just about to give the recruit a piece of his mind when he hears Steve walking into the lab, calling out to him.

“Hey Buck, head to the gym with me?” Steve asked, eyes glued to his phone in his hand, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated at what was on the screen.

He let out another short grunt to show his agreement, his pride getting the best of him. He couldn’t possibly show his best friend just how jealous he got over a dame. I mean, he is James Buchanan Barnes, the all-around ladies man.

The second time that ugly feeling of possession crept up his heart was when (Y/N) was lounging in the entertainment room. Her hair in a messy bun atop her head, body wrapped in a fluffy blanket and a thick book perched on her lap. She was quite engrossed in the novel, failing to notice when Bucky walked in.

Bucky leaned on a wall, an endearing smile on his face as he took in the sight. A small gasp escaped (Y/N) when she hit a particularly exciting part of the plot, causing Bucky to let out a soft laughter.

(Y/N) turned her head to where Bucky was and as their eyes met she squealed and attempted to untangle herself from the blanket.

“Bucky! You’re back! I missed you so much! No more week long missions for you sergeant!” (Y/N) said as she leaped in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist; finally free from the blanket.

He tightened his hold on her and buried his face into her hair and replied, “I missed you too doll. No more week long missions without you, I promise.” his deep voice muffled.

After a short while, (Y/N) released her hold on Bucky and grabbed his hand to lead him to the kitchen.

“Bucks I made you a plum pie! Actually… I may have made about ten. I mean I know its too much but I just couldn’t fall asleep without you next to me, I had to do something to keep myself distracted! I’ve cleaned every inch of our room, redecorated it and even rearranged all your Henleys by color…” (Y/N) explained, her voice getting softer by the second, a pink tint on her cheeks.

A rush of affection came to Bucky as he hears that she has missed him just as much as he missed her. He was about to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in when he finally took notice of the oversized sweater she was wearing.

“Is that… is that Vision’s sweater?” Bucky asked, brows knitted, voice lower than (Y/N) was used to.

“Uhh, well yeah. I mean…” (Y/N)’s reply was cut short when Thor bolted into the kitchen, voice booming.

“Ah! Lady (Y/N)! Just who I was searching for! Could you make me some of those pop tarts we’ve had this morning? Just about six will do. I’m feeling a little peckish.” Thor asked, a casual arm draped on her shoulder.

“Oh wait! Is that a pie I see? I wouldn’t want to trouble you in that case Lady (Y/N)! I’ll just have some pie instead! Looks wonderful!” Thor continued, taking a slice of pie and setting it on a plate.

He then took the rest of the pie away with him, giving (Y/N) a loud thank you, leaving Bucky, (Y/N) and the one slice of pie in the kitchen.

If Bucky’s anger was mid-level earlier, it just got through the roof after Thor’s little pie-stealing stunt.

That block of wood of a God just had his arms on his doll’s shoulders, his face was barely an inch away from his doll’s face AND he took away the pie that his doll has made for him. He might have nine more whole pies but his doll made him ten and ten pies is what he shall have.

Bucky was just about to open his mouth to show her his discontent, he even prepared to pout for added effect. But just then, Nat sauntered into the kitchen greeting them both.

“Hey, Bucky! Hey (Y/N)! I’m just going to make myself a snack. Please just continue whatever it was earlier. I’ll make myself scarce.” she informed them, smirk evident on her face as her gaze fell on Bucky’s possessive form.

Once again, Bucky lost all the courage he’s gathered to show (Y/N) she belonged to him, with him. I mean which charming 40s sergeant would tell a dame that he didn’t like seeing her in someone else’s shirt. Not Bucky that’s for sure.

But the jealousy and possessiveness only got increasingly worse. Bucky even growled at a puppy that rubbed itself on (Y/N) feet.

Back in the compound, Bucky threw himself carelessly on the couch and he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan of frustration. (Y/N) sat on the couch and lifted Bucky’s feet up, placing it on her lap. She looked to the frustrated man, her face filled with concern and nervousness.

Bucky took his hands off his face and took in (Y/N)’s worried gaze. With new found confidence, he reached over and grabbed her hands, his metal arm curled around her waist as he hoisted her up, gently placing her on his lap.

Leaning his forehead on hers, he looked into her eyes and started, “Doll. Sweetheart, I just… I know this might sound ridiculously petty to you but… I’ve got to get it out of my system alright? Just… just promise me you won’t hate me okay?”, he took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve been jealous, okay? It’s just all these men hovering over you and I’m just this guy that somehow got lucky and got you as a girlfriend. I… I really don’t like how they lo-“.

You cut off his rambling with a peck on his lips and said, “Bucky, I’m sorry I made you feel so awful. I… I don’t notice people hitting on me because most of my waking moments are spent thinking about you. And I don’t mind people taking pies I’ve baked you because I know I’ll spend my whole life with you and I could bake you all the pies you want. Also… Vision’s sweater? That’s… that’s because the whole week when you were gone I wore your sweaters all day. I knew you were due to be back home so I threw all your sweaters that I’ve worn into the wash, hoping it’ll be washed and dried for you when you returned. I.. I didn’t want you to laugh at how childish I seem. I’m a grown woman that wears her boyfriend’s shirts all day because she misses him too much…”.

Both of your faces were flushed but at ease. It felt good to have shared with each other the feelings you were both trying to hide.

Deciding in that moment, Bucky lifted (Y/N) up and carried her to where the Avengers were. He strode into the room with her in his arms, all his teammates’ eyes were on him.

“Let me get this straight, guys. Don’t ever stare at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat. Don’t stare at her period. No lingering gazes. No wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Stop making her heat up your pop tarts or make you snacks and don’t ever go near the food she makes me.” Bucky listed out, voice serious and laced with determination.

The lot of superheroes had looks of shock and confusion etched on their faces, minds trying to process what just happened.

Finally letting out his piece, Bucky turned around and headed to his bedroom, (Y/N) still in his arms, her face a deep shade of red, buried into his shoulder. 

Bucky finally understood he was not James Buchanan Barnes of the 40s, suave ladies man. He was not the charismatic and witty James Buchanan Barnes. He was (Y/N)’s James Buchanan Barnes, a possessive man with the world’s best dame in his arms.

Some feedback would be great! Thank you! 

Tagging: @itsanerdlife 

@callamint, @klaus-is-king, @dryerpet (Thank you for leaving comments on my previous piece. It meant alot to me. ps, let me know if you don’t want to be tagged. No hard feelings!)

@buckysmusculararm (a fluff piece for you to balance the angst from my previous piece! ps, if you wouldn’t want to be tagged let me know) 

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Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Note: This is the re written version, I was really disappointed with my initial attempt on this fic and am now nervous to publish this one so please feedback would be really great for my peace of mind. I would like to thank @secretschuylersister and @wrotemywayoutimagines for proofreading and just letting me know that this version doesn’t suck. Also thank you to everyone who encouraged me and told me that I am good enough you all really helped me a lot and I don’t know if I would have re posted this without you. 

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing. 

Word Count: 2.360

Tagged: @boss-headcanons @hercules-mullifan @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat

Hercules Mulligan is one of the top 10 heavyweight fighters in the world. Since he was 12 years old he has been training for one thing, the become the heavyweight champion of the world. By the time he was in college he was well known in the local amature boxing circles as one of the best in the area. Everyone know the kid was going to go far one day, that he could make it to the top if he kept at it.

The people around him were always there for him when he needed them. His best Lafayette stuck with him from when they first met in high school, went to college with him and eventually became his trainer because he wanted Hercules to succeed just as much as Herc wanted it. The older man, George Washington, who owned the gym he worked out at in college saw the potential in him and offered to be his manager. And then there’s you.

You were lucky enough to meet him in your second year of college, you shared a couple classes with Lafayette and after talking to him for a while he convinced you to come and watch one of Herc’s fights.

The minute the fight began you were mesmerised by him, the way his sweat drenched muscles moved, the way that despite his massive size he was able to move around so easily and so quickly in order to strike or evade his opponents punches. You couldn’t take your eyes off him the whole fight and when he noticed this Lafayette made sure to introduce the two of you afterwards. You became inseparable quickly.

With Lafayette, George and you in his corner, Herc felt like he could do anything. And within six years of graduating from college he was the number one contender for the world heavyweight championship.

The only thing standing in his way to the title is the current heavyweight champ Apollo Creed. A man who, while being an excellent fighter, is so obsessed with retaining his title that he refuses to fight southpaws, like Herc.

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Part 5. This was not the plan

Author’s Note: I apologize for taking my time once again. I have been out of town and when I came back I had a bit of a writer’s block. Part 6. should be out in a week. Thank you for the patience, feedback would be great!

Summary:  Everything was perfect at least she thought so until Dean presented the reader with divorce papers. That was just the beginning of a complicated life for the reader.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Ever since you walked into the garage he couldn’t keep his eyes off your stomach. You clear your throat to catch his attention. Dean was quick to shake his head a couple of times and looks at you.

“I didn’t know you were here….” Dean says as he gulps, making his Adam’s apple move.

“I thought you would have known by now..” You respond remembering the scene you had last night in front of half your family.

“I have been in the garage working on the car.” Dean motions to the car next to him.

You took a look at the car noticing there was a lot of fixing to do. Next, to the car, your eyes landed to the six cans of beer on the counter. You didn’t put much thought to it knowing Dean had every right to drink as many beers as he wanted.

“I….I thought you couldn’t get pregnant..” Dean says rubbing the back of his head, his eyes landing on your stomach.

“I thought so too, but apparently, I can.” You smile lightly rubbing your stomach.

“……oh…well..congrats..” Dean mumbles, “You should go, I have a lot of work to do.” Dean’s tone of voice quickly changes from confusing to anger. You knew the Dean who was standing next to you now was the same Dean throughout the divorce. Dean placed his towel on his arm and began to grab a couple of tools from the counter.

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First  Time

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. This was written for @wheresthekillswitch and @emilywritesaboutdean do it like team free will challenge. Tag list at the bottom it’s a bit smaller than usual just cause I don’t know who to tag.  Gifs are not mine. Any feedback would be great. @plaidstiel-wormstache thank you Jessie for helping me out with this fic.

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: smut  unprotected sex in Baby, language, reader being a virgin. NSFW

Prompt: gif in the fic not the first gif.

Word count : 1241

Originally posted by lucifersagents

 It was late afternoon when Dean was driving you  back to the bunker in baby, listening to the same old classic rock music you both loved. You did it on impulse, switching it to a different classic rock station a completely different classic rock song was on this station.   Dean gave you a look and you knew what that look was for.

 “Remember driver picks the music-” he started to say but you interrupted him.

 “I know. What are you going to do about it, Dean?” you teased.

 “Back seat, sweetheart, now.” he said.

 Dean pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park. You climbed over the middle seat and he followed after you. You sat right beside Dean, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you melted. He was a great kisser, meeting you with the kind of passion you needed. You laid down pulling him with you.

 You felt his tongue against your lips seeking entrance, automatically you opened your mouth to him. His tongue was against yours, moving in a languid, practiced, dance. You didn’t want this to ever stop, his hands were tangled in your hair, your fingers were carding through his short, spiky hair.

 He pulled away, breathless, his forehead leaning against yours as he began unbuttoning your jeans. You nuzzled his chin to the side and kissed down his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt, you sucked and licked at his skin, leaving a hickey or two as you went. Once he was free of his shirt you traced his abs, the little bumps and hollows fascinated you, but as he was working on pulling your burgundy shirt over your head, you were distracted from just how incredible this man’s body was. Once the shirt was gone you both pulled your jeans off, kicking them to the well of the passenger seat. The only items of clothing left on were his boxers and your matching bra and lace panties.

The hunter traced his fingers over your jaw, his movements slower now. His little touches felt amazing, like little sparks sending warm shots of electricity through you. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw, following his fingers, leading to your neck. You couldn’t help but melt into him. This was honestly one of your favorite feelings, every touch of his fingers to your body felt so incredibly perfect.

 Your hands were playing with each others hair, you too were caught up in the moment. Before he pinned your hand down your other hand was still in his hair.You felt his hand on top of yours, turning it over so your fingers would intertwine. His fingers were gentle but the pads were rough, making them rugged. It’s almost as if they were made to be on you.

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The Ones That Got Away

Uh…I wrote another one? >.> Another prompt, another fic. I’m super glad to be on this creative wave, but also hella suspicious. Let’s see how this goes!

Fear of hating this one slightly less so there was a read through, but again unbeta’d.

(Also if you can guess which book I referenced in this I’ll love you forever ok ok)

EDIT: Oh and I would like to thank everyone for the great feedback and response I got on the last fic! In like 2 days that became my most popular thing……ever.

“C’mon Derek!” Laura whined from the living room, “I would like to eat that popcorn sometime this millennium!”

Derek rolled his eyes and dumped the third bag of popcorn into their largest mixing bowl. Between him Laura, and Cora they could each eat one bag. Putting it all together like this meant a lot less arguing.

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Man, I’m so nervous about this. This is my first, real, COMPLETE animatic, and hopefully not my last. It’s more-or-less just a practice draft, which is why it’s less than a minute long, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.

(Some feedback would be great, but be gentle plz)

Special thanks to @one-eyed-freak for suggesting for the music!

Part 4. This was not the plan

Author’s Note: I apologize for taking my time once again. Summer break is finally here but I will be out of town for three weeks. I will try to post part five through my trip but I’m not making promises. Thank you for the patience, feedback would be great!

Summary:  Everything was perfect at least she thought so until Dean presented the reader with divorce papers. That was just the beginning of a complicated life for the reader.

Part 1. Part 2.  Part 3.

“Do you have everything ready?” Margaret asks as she helps you bring down your bags from the house.

“Trust me, I double checked everything” You sigh as you place the last bag Margaret brought into your trunk. 

“Well…I guess this is it huh?” Margaret looks at you while she bites her lip.

“I guess so…”You take a deep breath as you close the trunk.

“You can do this…and if anything goes bad, you can always call me and I’ll be there” Margaret gives you a tight hug.

“Thanks, but I need you in the office more than ever.” You hug her back wanting to hold on to her for a bit longer.

You didn’t like the idea of having to go back home in this circumstances. In fact, you never thought you would be back home so soon. It’s only been a couple of months since you left and you weren’t sure if you were ready to see Dean again. You really didn’t have much of a choice but to go and announce you pregnancy.

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Your passions give you strength. And through strength you gain power. You’ve seen it, you feel it.You must break your chains.

Trying Process

Jensen Ackles x Reader 

Word Count: 2,233

Warnings: angst out the ass, language (as always), self loathing, mention (literally only once…maybe twice) about suicide  

A/N: I’m sorry….look I tried to make up for it with some fluff at the end…you should give me some credit for at least trying to be nice….tags are at the bottom and feedback would be great!! Please and thank you!!!

Originally posted by m-federica

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Bruce Wayne Marriage HCs

Requested by @nerdgurlbenerdy 

Request: “Hello friend, good luck with this blog. I was wondering if you could do a set Bruce Wayne marriage headcannons if possible. Thank you very much.”

Author’s Note: ok first request. I think I got a little bit carried away, but I hope you like them! (Also I’m an insecure piece of trash so feedback would be great, thanks).

- A Wayne wedding is a lavish affair, to say the least.

- No matter how you met him, you can bet there’s gonna be a lot of food, a lot of people, a whole lotta everything.

- Alfred ensures that only the best is permitted at your wedding, no exceptions.

- If this is before Bruce has adopted everyone, Alfred’s gonna need a pay raise. The man’s taken care of everything. Best caterers in the state. Most beautiful wedding dress available. Mountains upon mountains of expensive food and jewelry.

- If this is with all the adopted children, HOO BOY GET READY

- They will all become like super involved with this

- Finding a reception place? Dick’s got you covered.

- Food? Jason will actually fight everyone else.

- Making the customized invitations himself? Tim. Boy’s got talent.

- Decorations? Damian. And Drake’s invitations are garbage–shut up Demon Spawn!

- Barbara’s preparing the list of who will come and who can’t. Needless to say the rogues are off the list.

- Cassandra has the perfect dress in mind, and she is very tenacious.

- Stephanie has your makeup covered, don’t worry! Just a few more touches (or a lot, since she’s Steph after all).

- Alfred delivers the traditional Wayne pearls the night before the actual marriage, and probably sheds a tear or two. Bruce is getting married!

- It’s the big day and oh wOW they did a great job.

- Everything is in place, your best friends are there and also your favorite family members. 

- After you and Bruce exchange vows, there’s a loud sob. (It was Dick).

- The whole affair can basically be summed up in three words: Best. Wedding. Ever.

Subject A0: In The Glade [Part 9]

The Gathering

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“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader)

A/N: Lol look I wrote it today anyway! I originally planned this to not end this part here but I decided to split it into 2 for reasons. I had a lot of fun and feels writing this so I hope you do too. It’ll be a while before the next one, oops! Also, It would be great to hear feedback! Thanks everyone! (I also added a gif for once - omg is it working?? - should I keep doing this?)

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Vegan Guacamole Burgers are the best thing ever. I’m sorry for posting quite many burger pics (sweet potato burgers last week, now guacamole burgers) right now, but as it seems I’m currently a bit obsessed… 
Pictured is a dark/whole wheat ciabatta-bun stuffed with homemade garlic guacamole, cucumbers, rocket salad, a vegan burger patty topped with melted “cheese” and a fair amount of barbecue sauce plus some cute baby tomatoes. Thanks to my sister Julie for being my hand model with her rad nail polish…! Would you be interested in a burger recipe? I’m currently working on one, but it would be great to receive some feedback from you guys! 
Thanks & enjoy your weekend, xx Amber :)

JUNGKOOK [ONESHOT] - Fell for you again

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(A/N) Please leave feedback on this fic! I’m not quite sure if it’s a hit or shit yet (I might end up deleting if I decide it’s the last one mentioned) and feedback would be great so I can improve my writing just overall. Thanks a lot bb


JK: (Y/N)?
JK: Are you still awake?
JK: Wake up, it’s freezing out here

You woke up in the middle of the night to the annoying beeping of your phone which signaled that someone was currently spamming you with continuous messages. A small grunt of vexation could be heard when the bright light of your phone flashed on your face, making it scrunch up in distaste. You finally managed to slide the screen open, completely ready and prepared to curse the person who had woken you up to the deepest pits of hell.

That was, until you took an acual look at the screen.

Your eyes flew wide open and suddenly you were entirely awake as you saw who the messages were from.

Jeon Jungkook.

Even the thought of him brought a rosy tint to your cheeks:
He had been your best friend since second grade, and you had been absolutely head over heels in love with him ever since.
However, you had never mustered up enough courage to tell him how you actually felt, thinking you’d rather keep your relationship as it was than ruin it all by spilling your feelings and get rejected.

You finally wrote a quick reply to his message.

YOU: What do you want?

Jungkook immediately sent a text back, making you smile (that was, until you read the content of the message).

JK: Finally you’re awake. I was just thinking if lobsters are mermaids to scorpions and needed your opinion on this it’s important
YOU: JUNGKOOK it’s two in the fUCKING morning

You thought you were now finished with him and were just about to put your phone away. Then the screen lit up again.

JK: Just kidding, relax. I’m outside of your house, come see me? I really need to talk to you right now
YOU: Outside? Are you ok?
JK: Just hurry up, please (Y/N)
YOU: Be right there

You bolted up from your bed at the speed of light, pulling the closest item of clothing at hand over your head. Jungkook never ‘needed to talk’ to you, especially not in the middle of the night, and you were afraid something was horribly wrong.
Rushing down the stairs you soon enough opened the front door as quietly as possible, to not wake up anyone else in the house, and closed it behind you as you stepped out.

You then saw the dark figure that belonged to Jungkook standing at the gates of your house and you ran up to him, hugging him tightly.
“Are you alright?” you asked him, clearly worried as you stepped back again, eyeing him from head to toe to make sure he wasn’t physically injured.
“Relax (Y/N), I’m fine. Jeez”, he chuckled and tousled your already messy hair, “You always worry too much.”
“Well how could I not when you suddenly text me at 2 AM? What is going on?” you mumbled and wrapped your arms around your small figure.
“I just- Wait, are you wearing my sweater?” Jungkook asked, eyes wide as he moved his hand in front of his face to cover up the fact that he was obviously blushing.
Of course you didn’t notice though, it was dark and you were too busy looking at your feet, embarrassed.
“S-Sorry, I-I just grabbed the first shirt at hand before heading out”, you murmured and slowly lifted up your gaze to meet Jungkook’s piercing one.
“It’s fine, it looks good on you”, Jungkook said in a deep, husky voice before realizing what he had said and coughed a little,
“I mean- I came here to talk to you about something. It-It’s important.”
You nodded with a serious expression and kept starting at him, awaiting for what’s to become.
“S-See, the thing is”, Jungkook started, his voice starting to tremble a little because of how nervous he was, “After the last few days that we’ve spent together, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

“What? Me?” you blinked your eyes in confusion a few times and watched Jungkook fiddle with his hands that were decorated with rings you’d given him for his last birthday.

“I- This must be really sudden as we’ve known each other for so long and I haven’t said anything but I really like you and… I-I think I’m falling in love with you (Y/N)”, he quietly mumbled the last part after a while of silence, making your mind suddenly shut down and go completely blank because you heard him anyway.

Jungkook liked you? YOU?
Butterflies filled your stomach and you almost felt sick. There was no way, right? Why would he even like someone like you? Was this some kind lof sick joke? Or a dream? If it was, you most defenitely didn’t want to wake up. You’d only been able to dream of this day until now and right now it was actually happening? Holy shit.

Your silence made him panic and he furiously ran his hands through his brown locks before covering his face with them.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have told you, please forget everything I just said and don’t let this ruin our friendship. Let’s just act like I never said anything-”, you could hear him mumble contiously.
“Jungkook”, you then cut him off with a gentle voice and moved his hair away from his face, noticing that tears were making his eyes sparkle in the dim moonlight, “Calm down, it’s okay.”
You rose on your tiptoes and moved closer to his ear, whispering:
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that since we were in second grade, you idiot.”

Jungkook was beyond startled and shocked at your sudden action and quickly tried to pull away to put distance between the two of you, only making him fall down on the slippery ground (of course it was slippery, it was December and it had snowed the other day afterall).

You bursted out laughing as you watched Jungkook lay on the ground dumbfounded.
“Ouch”, he managed and rubbed the back of his head before looking at you who were still laughing, not being able to stop the smile from forming.

“Looks like I fell for you all over again, huh”, he said to himself, too quiet for you to hear and took the hand you were offering him, only to pull you down with him.
“Hey!” you squealed in surprise and blushed furiously as you were now on top of Jungkook, your thighs on the both sides of his hips.
“Hi there”, he giggled rather adorably and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

You couldn’t help but smile and slightly leaned down towards his face, leaving you two only inches apart. Jungkook’s gaze flickered between your eyes and lips in turns, silently asking if it was okay for him to close that small space that was keeping you apart from eachother.
You did a small, nervous nod and felt his hand at the back of your neck as he lifted his head up just enough for his lips to brush against yours. Your stomach kept flipping as he stole your first kiss you had been savouring for him.

By the time he pulled away, you were almost feeling light-headed and couldn’t help but blush again.
“What would I do without you, you dumbass”, you finally mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and he felt your smile against his skin.

“I don’t know and I really don’t want to find out either.”

Patience (A Jack Barakat Imagine) Part Five - Final

As promised, here is the final part of the Patience imagine! This is only the 2nd smut I’ve ever written, so some feedback would be great :) Thanks to everyone for reading! The requests I’ve gotten for this entire imagine have honestly blown me away; never thought I’d get so many! You guys are the best :3

Word Count: 2,109
Pairing: Jack Barakat x Reader (first person “I”)
Warnings: SMUT. Fluffy smut. NC-17.

part one     part two     part three     part four

     It was a sad sight for me to see and the ache in my chest made it clear that there was no way I would be leaving this house, there was no way I would be leaving him. No matter how upset I was, seeing Jack standing there so vulnerable and on the verge of tears brought me back to the reality that I still loved him, even when he fucked up. With a sigh, I closed the distance between us and wrapped him into a hug. He momentarily froze, surprised by my action, but quickly hugged my back once he was over the shock. “I forgive you,” I began, briefly pulling away to look at him. “But you can’t just say sorry and magically fix everything. What you said hurt like hell, even if you didn’t mean it.”

     Jack slowly nodded in response, once again biting his lip, but this time, it wasn’t like he was holding back tears; it seemed like he was contemplating something. “Would you really regret having sex with me?” he questioned in a serious tone, completely changing the subject.

     Without hesitation, I shook my head no. “No, I wouldn’t. I really only said that to prove a point,” I admitted, looking down at the floor between us in embarrassment.

     “So you wouldn’t regret it if that’s how I started making all of this up to you?” Immediately, my head shot back up. I searched his gaze for any hint that he wasn’t serious, but I fell short…and speechless. Unable to form a coherent response, I simply shook my head no and watched as that beautiful Jack Barakat smile worked its way onto his face. “Thank you,” he said, and in an instant, his lips were on mine, bringing me into a kiss that seemed to ignite a flame inside. Our lips moved in sync and the amount of passion in it sent my head spinning. Jack broke the kiss, pulling away slightly. “Bedroom?” he questioned in a breathy tone. His eyes glistened with excitement and lust, but the admiration in his gaze was more prominent, making me feel all fuzzy inside, as cliché as that sounds.

     “I’ll follow you,” I replied in a similar tone, concealing the nervousness I was feeling. Before I had the chance to say anything else, Jack’s lips were back on mine. As carefully as we could manage, we made our way back to our bedroom. Upon entering the room, he broke away, lifting his shirt over his head and revealing the Jack Skellington tattoo etched into his skin. He swiftly stepped out of his shoes and jeans, not wasting any time to come back to me afterwards.

     A surge of something new filled the space surrounding us as Jack’s hands moved around to my back, playing with the edges of my shirt and brushing against the bare skin underneath it. I shivered at the contact and the beat of my heart quickened with the feeling of him slowly lifting my shirt up. Jack’s lips barely left mine as he pulled off my shirt, dropping it to the floor before he reached behind my back. He drew soft circles in the skin just underneath the clasp of my bra in preparation for undoing it and in one swift movement, he unclasped the supportive fabric. Jack tossed it onto the floor among the growing pile of clothing and slowly began to move down my body, peppering kisses in as many spots on my bare skin as he went. The breath hitched in my throat and my eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, savoring every second of it…but the feeling of Jack’s fingers playing with the button of my jeans caused my eyes to fly open and I peered down at him.

     He met my stare and held it as he slowly pulled them down, never once breaking that gaze. The material slowly moved down my legs and finally, he pulled my jeans off completely, helping me as I stepped out of them along with my shoes. Once he got rid of them, Jack worked his way back up my body, pulling me back in for a lust-filled kissed once he was standing back up. One of his hands fell to my chest, fondling with my breasts as the other remained on my waist. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he breathily whispered, his eyes looking almost scared as they met mine. They quickly changed upon noticing my flustered cheeks – blushed pink in my aroused state as my eyes subconsciously pleaded for more contact.

     “Yes..” I replied, giving my brightest my smile to show I trusted him.

     “Then jump.” Jack grinned, his hands firmly gripping my waist as I jumped slightly, pulling me unbelievably close to him as I wrapped my legs around his torso. Once he was sure he had a firm grasp, he staggered over to the neatly made bed, falling onto it. As a result, my hips accidentally ground into his as the two of us hit the soft mattress. A moan escaped his lips and the boxers he was wearing quickly became unbearably tight, resulting in a giggle from me. “You’re adorable,” he commented from above me, his brown eyes glistening. “And so damn beautiful.” Once again, his lips trailed down my body, sending shivers down my spine with each kiss until he came to a stop over my panty-clad heat.

       Jack’s hands settled on my thighs, encouragingly parting my legs as his lips teasingly ghosted over my thinly covered core. “These need to go,” he mumbled against me, the vibrations bringing a wave of euphoria over me and forcing my head to fall back against the pillows. Teasingly, he then took the waistband of my panties in between his teeth, pulling them down my legs and exposing the most private area of me.

     I bit my lip as I watched him return to his previous position, hovering directly over my now exposed heat. He kept his gaze on me, gauging my reaction as he cautiously licked a stripe up my core. As Jack’s tongue pressed flat against me, a loud moan fell from my lips. “Oh my God, Jack,” I moaned breathily, reveling in the new sensations washing over my bed.

     “Does that feel good, babe?” Jack questioned, only hearing my moans in response as he softly sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves that was my clit. My hands worked their way into his hair in a desperate attempt to keep him there. Loving the reactions he was getting out of me, Jack brought his finger up to my entrance, slowly pushing in as he continued to work his lips on my clit. The feeling of his digit slowly pushing in and out of me combined with the feeling of his plump, kiss-swollen lips sucking the soft bundle of nerves was enough to drive me crazy with pleasure, making my back arch in complete ecstasy. Normally, I would be completely embarrassed by making any type of moan, but the amount of pleasure I was feeling most definitely concealed the embarrassment I felt from the inhuman noises that were falling from my lips. “You’re so beautiful,” Jack hummed against me appreciatively.

     “Please Jack.” My back attempted to arch again, but Jack’s free hand firmly weighted me down. I was absolutely helpless underneath him as he now moved two of his dexterous fingers in and out of my heat at a fast pace.

     “What is it babe? What do you want?” he questioned sweetly, yet cheekily, and I could practically see the smirk on his face.

     “Y-you, I – oh, please don’t stop I…” I didn’t know exactly what I wanted right now, but judging by the knot forming in my stomach from the amount of pleasure Jack was giving me, I knew something was about to happen. In an instant, I tipped over the edge and I fell apart, my toes curling violently and my moans growing louder as my body fell into a euphoric state.

     I had barely recovered from the powerful orgasm and was catching my breath as Jack removed all contact, briefly standing up so that he could rid himself of his boxers and free his length. Once he reached inside of the bedside table and grabbed a condom, I watched as he rolled it onto his member. Feeling my gaze, he looked over at me and cheekily winked, resulting in a deep blush to erupt onto my cheeks as he climbed back onto the bed, hovering over my bare body. Jack pressed his forehead against mine and laced our fingers together, lowering himself just enough to place a comforting kiss on my kiss-swollen lips. “Ready?” he asked as he pulled away, searching my gaze for any sign of hesitation on my part. Still at a loss for words, I simply nodded and breathed deeply, trying to steady my beating heart as I felt him place his tip at my entrance. “I love you so much,” he breathed out as he began to push into me. He pushed very slowly, but I stiffened from the uncomfortableness of the foreign feeling. Sensing my discomfort, Jack stilled inside of me, waiting for me to adjust. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

     Though it wasn’t nearly as painful as I had imagined, it took a few moments for me to adjust and feel comfortable enough to want Jack to move. I squeezed his hands when I felt comfortable, indicating to him that it was okay. “You can move,” I stated.

     As per my instruction, Jack cautiously rolled his hips back then slowly pushed all the way in again. He was hesitant at first, but he started to pick up his pace when I began to moan out, a new sense of pleasure taking over my body again. As he started to thrust harder, the wetness from my first orgasm made it easier for him to slide in. My eyes, which had been closed from the blissful ecstasy I was feeling, slowly opened and I gazed up at one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen; Jack hovered over me with slightly parted lips and beautiful brown eyes that burned into mine as I moaned his name from beneath him. “So.” He placed a kiss onto my forehead, “Fucking.” Another on the exposed sensitive skin of my neck, “Beautiful.” He enveloped my lips with a passionate kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip as he continued thrusting into me.

      Like the first time it happened, the knot inside of my stomach began growing tighter and tighter, and I screamed out in complete pleasure, scratching my hands down Jack’s back as his thrusts began growing sloppier. “Jack, I-I’m gonna…” I began, feeling myself inch closer and closer to the edge.

      “Fuck,” he cursed, pulling one of his hands out of my grasp so that he could push the stray strands of hair out of my face to see me better. “I need you to come for me. It’s okay, I’m right here with you.” With that, Jack leaned down closer to me, placing sloppy kisses on my neck before whispering sweet nothings in my ear, carrying me closer to my release. In an instant, my vision blurred and the white hot pleasure tore through me as my body shook with the most powerful orgasm I could have ever imagined. Jack’s name fell from my lips amongst the screams of immense pleasure, sending him into his own release. I felt him release inside of me as he buried his face into my neck, hotly moaning out my name in my ear.

     With his body atop mine, we both laid there for a few minutes in an attempt to catch our breath. Jack placed his forehead back onto mine, gazing down at me with the cheekiest grin on his face and the happiest gleam in his eye. “How are you feeling?” he asked, placing a kiss on my nose.

     “That was – I just – I feel amazing. Jack, that was purely amazing” I answered, allowing the foolish grin to work its way onto my features.

      In satisfaction, Jack fell to the side of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back into him. Cradled against his chest, I buried my face into the crook of his neck and did my best to hide the deep red blush that was probably going to be permanent seeing as how I couldn’t stop blushing. “It really was,” he mumbled sleepily as the tiredness began to take over both of our bodies. “All it took was a little bit of patience.”

wow. okay. this was only my 2nd smut. sorry if it was bad XD

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High Hopes (part 2)

A second part to a requested imagine based on the song “High Hopes” by Kodaline was requested, hope you enjoy!


You hadn’t even realized you were wandering in the direction of Harry’s apartment until you reached the park a couple blocks from his street where you both used to spend a considerable amount of time early in the mornings, so that fans and paparazzi wouldn’t spot Harry. You’d just been walking for over an hour now, after leaving the hotel. The idea of having to face the hotel workers and most likely being kicked out wasn’t something you felt like you could deal with right now. You were just so fragile. And you hated it.

As you walked closer to the park, you debated over whether to turn in a different direction or keep heading into this familiar, but painful, territory. You didn’t even know if Harry was in the country right now, let alone if he was at home. And why would it matter if he was? It’s not like you could walk up to him and tell him you miss the way things were. Because you knew, realistically, things could never be the same with him. He didn’t fight for you. He didn’t even choose you anymore. And that hurt like hell. 

By this point, you’d already made it to the park so you decided to just sit down on one of the benches. If felt peaceful being here, almost like nothing had ever changed. You watched as parents pushed their small children on swings and as dogs tugged at their leashes being held by their owners, birds hopping over in the grass and the sun illuminating the whole scene in a way that made you hopeful. 

You closed your eyes and you were once again taken back to better times. Times when you were Harry’s world and he was yours. When you felt the happiest you ever had in your life, filled with more love than you thought anyone could have for another person. When the smell of pancakes wafted into your bedroom on Sunday mornings and you would wander into the kitchen to find Harry singing and dancing and making you breakfast. When you would watch Friends reruns at night before going to sleep, you cuddled into Harry with his strong arms wrapped around your body. And you felt safe. You felt like nobody could ever hurt you. Little did you know you’d end up hurt by the very person making you feel safe in that moment. 

And as you sat with your eyes closed, you felt like, for the first time since the breakup, you might actually be okay. Because as much as you wished you could go back in time to when Harry was yours, you knew that things could never be that way again. And maybe having these memories was enough.

Sometimes the memories felt so real it was almost like he was really there with you and you were together again. Like right now, it was almost like you could hear his voice, like he was close to you. 

You froze.

Slowly, opening your eyes, you realized that the sound of Harry’s voice wasn’t in your head. And before you even had time to think, the green eyes that had been haunting you in your dreams were suddenly locked on yours. Harry.


Sorry it’s a short one; but I’m considering adding onto this one too and maybe making it a series - feedback would be great, thanks! :)

anonymous asked:

I have always wondered how V and Jungkook would react when their (let's just say they're married) wives are in labour?! Haha let's see how creative you can get with this! ;)

haha~ This is awesome XD Assuming that they are of age and married…


Taehyung would be a frantic mess the moment you tell him that you were about to give birth to your first child. He’d be running around the house getting all the stuff you needed while bursting yells here and there. “What do you mean your water broke?!” he panics as you tell him to get the car and bring you to the hospital pronto. 

During the labour….

Taehyung would be wide-eyed at everything that’s happening around him and he might even find it hard to focus on you since there’s so many things in the room which he wants to see and explore.

“Sir, please don’t touch that.” A nurse said to him when his hands roamed around some of the clinic tools. 

But the moment you groan and scream in pain, he’d be by your side immediately, grabbing your hand. “Y/N, are you alright?!”

“What do you think?” You grit your teeth as you winced and gave another push. 

“We need to make her push harder.” The doctor said and a lightbulb lit on Taehyung’s head. He knew a way of how to make you do just that…

“Yeobo~” he cooed in your ear. “I finally thought of a name for our baby.”

“What?” you said before grunting for another push. When he gave you a list of names from his favorite anime series’, you almost exploded right there. “We. are. not. naming. my child—” you said in raspy breaths.

“How about Jungkook?”


“Suga is a pretty swag name too—" 


"How about JOKER JUNIOR?!” he cheered and you grabbed his ear, pulling him closer, causing him to yell in pain. “NO!" 

"It’s working!” The doctor yelled. “Just a little more.”

“Okay…” Taehyung whined and winced, grabbing your hand which was gripping his ear, holding in the pain for your sake. “Yeobo…”


“If it’s a girl—”

“AAAAAAGGGHHH! Kim Taehyung!!!”” you screamed and Taehyung’s eyes widened, not because of the pain on his hear (though it was, partly.) but because of the sound of a baby crying. He felt your grip loosen up on his ear and he didn’t even mind the pain for his attention was  focused solely on the baby which was being carried by one of the nurses. His heart beats rapidly in his chest and he felt tears pricking his eyes at the sight of his daughter. “I’m a dad.” he muttered to himself. “I’m a dad!” he said a little more loudly and excitedly.

Meanwhile, you grow groggy and your eyes drift to a close, the exhaustion taking over you. The last thing you remember were soft lips on yours and Taehyung’s soft voice murmuring, “She’s here, and she’s as beautiful as you.” Before drifting to dreamland.



Mr. Jeon here would be quite collected when your water breaks and he’d be able to take you to the hospital fast and without delay. I think he’s the type of a guy who planned out everything and all the things you needed were probably already in the car a few weeks before your expected date of labour. XD 

During the labour….

“You can do it, yeobo!” he encourages as he holds your hand. “Just a little bit more." 

Jungkook would be a little scared at the sight of you sweating, panting, and turning red during the course of the labour. He almost backed out on going into the labor room with you but you had requested and he had promised that he’d be by your side through it all. As of the moment, you were tightly holding onto his hand—so tight that the blood has probably stopped circulating in it, but Jungkook holds in the pain, knowing that you’re having it way worse.

"Come on yeobo. Just one more push till we hit home base—”

“Jungkook!” you gasped. “This isn’t a freakin’ ball game!” you yelled and Jungkook fought the urge to chuckle. “I was being encouraging—”

“Try distracting her with stories.” A nurse suggested.

“Yeah that’s a good idea.” you panted and Jungkook said the first thing that came to his mind. “Remember our wedding day. Remember when I told you that I almost fainted cause of how beautiful you looked walking down the aisle.”

You smiled at the thought then grunted as the pain shot through your body. The doctor who was in charge of the labour looked up at Jungkoook and nodded, “Keep going. It’s working.”

“Remember that time we went to the riverside near your parent’s country house on the first year we were dating? Do you remember that, Y/N?” he asked, his voice consuming you—distracting you from the pain. You knew exactly what he was talking about and you glanced to your right, panting as you locked your eyes on him. “I—I do. How can I—forget?” you gave him a small smile, your chest heaving from the effort. “That was the first time you—”

“Said I loved you.” he finished and a tear fell from your eye. You gave one last push, screaming out as Jungkook held on tighter to your hand and soon enough, a baby’s cry filled the room.

“It’s a boy.” the doctor said as he handed you the baby and you held it in your arms, tears pricking your eyes from happiness.

“He’s—he’s—” you glanced up at Jungkook and found his eyes sparkling with tears and you reached out your free hand to cup his cheek. “He looks just like you.”

Jungkook smiled that beautiful smile you loved just as a tear fell from his eyes and he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

Meanwhile, one of the nurses positioned himself close to the three of you and brought out Jungkook’s camera…

Jungkook had everything planned… even your very first family picture. <3 <3

I DIED WRITING THIS. XD Anyway, I would really love to know what you think of my reactions. Are you liking them so far? Should I continue writing them? Feedback would be great! You can send them though my ask box. <3

Thank you so much! And to you, dear anon, I hope this was creative enough. keke~