oh-yes-jack

everybody: oh yes jack would have been a g–
me: he’s a slytherin. he’s extremely clever ( thing the fandom just loves to erase from him ), he has great ambitions and goals for the future and knows how to obtain those, knows how to have people following him because he knows the importance of a good team working. he’s loyal and protective to the ones close to him and he’s always been destined to greatness. plus he’d be the grumpiest ex-auror ever existed.

i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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“Jack,” Bitty whines, throwing his head back. “I am so tired. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Come on, Bits. You’re almost there,” Jack says encouragingly.

“But I’m so sleepy,” Bitty complains. “My arms are heavy. My fning—ah!” Bitty huffs. “My fingers hurt. Listen, I’m slurrin’ all my words.”

“Look at me.”

Bitty spins the desk chair to look at Jack, and pouts.

“You do look tired.” Jack gazes at him, eyes narrowing.

So tired,” Bitty professes. “I’ll finish up tomorrow.”

Jack sighs. “That essay is due at nine am.”

Bitty bites his lip. He’s well aware of that. “Sleep though, Jack. Sleep.”

“You hate waking up early,” Jack points out with a raised eyebrow.

“Once every now and then is fine.” Bitty tries to say it with conviction.

Jack puts his bookmark in his paperback. “How long until you’re finished?” Jack asks. “Referenced and proof-read finished, not first draft finished,” he adds before Bitty can reply.

Bitty shuts his mouth against his automatic response of twenty minutes.

“Uh… Maybe an hour?”

Jack checks the time on his watch, which he’d placed on the bedside table earlier.

“Alright.” Jack stands up and stretches, then gestures for Bitty to come over to him.

“Thank god,” Bitty mutters under his breath, saving his document and shutting the laptop without powering down.

He drags his body over to Jack’s and falls into him. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend and presses his face into Jack’s chest, breathing deeply. He loves how Jack smells. Like soap, and his deodorant, and a little bit of sweat.

Jack’s hands crawl up Bitty’s back, under his shirt, and he rocks Bitty gently side-to-side. Bitty swears he could fall asleep just like this.

Then Jack’s hands start to wander; down to Bitty’s ass, slipping under the elastic of his track pants. Bitty shivers as Jack’s nails scratch the skin, and when he leans back to ask Jack what he’s doing, Jack kisses him.

Normally, when Jack initiates, it’s soft—he appreciates a slow build up. Tonight is different. Jack pushes against Bitty immediately, leaning into him and over him so that Bitty’s body curves back harshly, and Jack seems even taller than normal.

Jack kisses and kisses, his lips moving and sucking on Bitty’s with fervour. Bitty matches him, suddenly wide-awake, and his hands move to bury themselves in Jack’s hair as he attempts to meld his lips to Bitty’s.

“Oh my god. Jack,” Bitty pants and Jack moves on, kissing harshly down his jawline. Bitty’s lips feel swollen and tender when he bites down on one.

Jack pulls back and smiles down, flushed, eyes alight. “How do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” Bitty confesses breathlessly, still reeling from the enthusiasm and spontaneity.

“Awake?” Jack asks.

Bitty nods frantically. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Yes.”

“Good.” Jack steps back from Bitty, and grabs his shoulders to turn him around. He leans in close, chest pressing against Bitty’s shoulders, and puts his lips against Bitty’s ear. “Now, go finish your essay.”

Jack shoves a speechless Bitty back toward the desk.

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Babe

“Baby.”

           Bitty stirs at the sound but doesn’t open his eyes. Jack is solid behind him and hasn’t moved a bit, with his arm still draped over Bitty’s middle.

           “Baby,” Jack says again, sleepily.

           “Hmm?”

           Jack doesn’t respond. Bitty thinks he may have just spoken in his sleep. He taps at Jack’s hand.

           “Jack?”

           Jack tightens his grip and slips his hand under Bitty’s shirt to rest on his chest.

           “Good morning,” he slurs, and rubs his nose into the hair at the back of Bitty’s neck.

           Bitty laughs into the pillow. He doesn’t bother turning around—it’s too early for moving—but he leans further into Jack’s chest.

           “Good morning.”

           “Mm. Morning.”

           “Yes, honey. It’s morning. Are you getting up?”

           “Hmm. No.”

           Jack breathes in deeply and ducks to press his forehead between Bitty’s shoulder blades.

           “You smell nice,” he says.

           “Thanks honey.”

           “Mmmyou’re welcome babe.”

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Weekender

Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yes?

"Can I have my pen back?”

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Septiplier Smut (untitled)

Mark whined as Jack kept recording. He wanted him so bad…he was extremely horny and all he could think about was Jack. He wanted to push him over his desk and fuck him senseless.

//But, what if he did that to me?// The sudden thought startled Mark at first, making him shiver. Then, images of Jack looking down at him with a cocky smirk while he was on the brink of orgasm filled his head. He flushed as he thought about Jack bending him over his desk and fucking him so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the sound of it.

He rolled on his back on the bed, running his hands over his chest slightly and breathing heavier. He moaned softly and arched up, “Jack~…” He whined with a soft sigh, making the Irishman blush and look at him oddly through the camera. “Oh, Hah~…ah, Jack…yes~…” He moaned teasingly, arching off the bed slightly. He moaned, “H-Harder…oh god, please~…” He begged, causing Jack to shuffle and look at him uncomfortably. He moaned again, this time sounding desperate and needy. “G-God, Jack~…Please, just fuck me!~” He whined, arching up and rubbing over the bulge in his jeans.

Jack licked his lips and stood up, pinning Mark to the bed. “What t'he fook are ya doin’? Hm? Yer distractin’ ya know t'hat?” Jack growled, pulling Mark up and bending him over the desk. “Now, ya got me all hot ‘n bothered…I can’t work like t'his…yer gonna be punished.” He growled in Mark ear, making the older male shiver in anticipation. He moaned softly and looked back at Jack, “Fuck me~…” He begged.

Jack only smirked and grabbed the lube, pulling off his and Mark’s clothes. He lubed his fingers up and circled one around Mark’s entrance before pushing in at a teasingly slow rate. The action made Mark mewl in need and moan softly. Although the sensation was very weird, Mark liked it. Jack pushed his finger in and out, circling it inside, before he added the second one.

Mark gasped and gripped at the desk, moaning loudly. He had never felt full like this and he loved it. There was a little bit of discomfort,but it wasn’t enough to make Mark want to stop. He pushed back on Jack’s fingers and moaned helplessly. He wanted more. “Ya like t'hat? Ya like my fingers deep inside of ya?” Jack asked with a growl. Mark moaned, “Yes!~ I love it! Oh god, please~…!” He begged, his voice getting higher in pitch. Jack scissored his fingers, making Mark groan. As Jack stretched him out, Mark could feel the discomfort that was with it. Jack rubbed his back, feeling him breathe shakily. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” Mark nodded and choked back a moan when Jack pushed the third finger into him. Mark panted and looked at Jack with needy eyes as Jack started to thrust his fingers in him. He moaned and bit his lip shyly, cock throbbing for attention.

Jack pulled his fingers out and smirked, “Ya ready?” Mark blushed and nodded, watching Jack lube up his cock. He felt the tip press against his entrance and he moaned slightly, ready for it. Before he pushed in, Jack leaned over, “If it starts to hurt too much, tell me 'n I’ll stop.” He whispered before carefully pushing the tip into Mark. “Oh…god…” Mark moaned, wiggling his hips. The pain wasn’t horrible at all. In fact, Mark kind of liked it. Jack slowly pushed in and moaned, “Ah, shite…yer so tight, Mark…” He moaned. Mark sank his teeth into his lip as embarrassing noises threatened to spill out. Jack smirked and pulled Mark back, fixing the camera so it was right on him. Mark looked up and flushed red as he could see himself and could see Jack slowly sliding into him. “J-Jack…the cameras…” He said shyly. Jack smirked, “Ya…I’m gonna keep t'his recordin’ fer myself when ya go on business trips…” He said with a small pant. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, holding Mark’s hips and thrusting softly. Mark moaned loudly and held onto the edge of the desk tightly. “F-Faster~…!” He begged, covering his mouth shyly. Jack smirked and thrusted faster and slightly harder, making Mark moan loudly. “Jack!~” He choked out as Jack hit his prostate. He reached down and stroked his cock, feeling his orgasm slowly approaching.

Jack moaned loudly and grabbed a fist full of Mark’s hair, pulling him up to look at the cameras. “I want ya t’ see yer'self cum, Mark.” He demanded. Both actions made Mark moans and stroke faster. “I-I’m close…Fuck~…” He whined, biting his lip. When he looked at the camera he turned bright red and moaned loudly. He sank his teeth into his lip, whining loudly. “Cum fer me, Mark~…” Jack growled, biting Mark’s neck.

Mark cried out and came on his hand and Jack’s desk, panting and whining when he felt Jack cum inside of him. Jack reached up and turned the cameras off, pulling out and smiling. “If ya wanted t’ bottom ya could'a jus’ said…” Jack teased as Mark stood up. “Oh shush.” Mark said with a blush.

She’s the one bro ~ Vol.5

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“When is this little one going to pop out.” You groaned head falling onto Conor’s shoulder.

“When he or she feels like it Y/N.” Conor laughed handing you some chocolate, “Plus it’s a Maynard baby, we are always late.”

It had been eight months since you found out you were pregnant, you had gone to the doctors the next morning and they relived you had already been pregnant for a month. Of course Jack was enthusiastic and practically jumped onto to Conor when he was telling him, you remember the look of horror on Conor’s face when he realised he had indeed walked in when you having sex and had got pregnant from it.

Right now though, you were a week past your due date and everyone was getting impatient; especially Jack. All he wanted was for a little Maynard to be running around the house, and finally have the family he wanted.

However, being a week past your due date meant that Jack still had to go and catch up on all those meetings he had been missing on. So that left you, Anna and Conor in the Maynard household by yourselves as Jack was in London and his parents were at work.

And it turns out lucky was not your side today.

You were sat on the sofa in between the oldest and youngest Maynard when you suddenly felt the need to go to the toilet, groaning and mumbling a ‘not again’ causing the two siblings to laugh you got and it only took you four steps out the living room when you felt it.

“Conor!” You screamed in panic, you heard both siblings jump up and run to the hall way where you stood with pure horror on your face. “The fucking water balloon popped.”

It went in the slow motion, Conor ran back into the living room to grab you phone so he can call the midwife and Anna, well Anna panicked. Badly. “Oh my fucking God, what do I d-”

“Anna.” You snapped softly, Anna looked up at you panic clear in her eyes. “Call Jack.”

You watched as she nodded and ran into the living room to get her phone, just as she left a pain surged within your body causing you to let a yelp. Conor ran back out with your phone pressed up to his ear, “You okay?”

“It hurts.” You moaned out and Conor quickly rushed that you were in pain to your midwife.

“Okay, um, Y/N. How much does it hurt?” Conor asked, throwing one of your arms over his shoulder.

You said two words that soon turned everyone in a mode of panic, “A lot.”

“Anna!” Conor shouted, “Hey Y/N, look we are going to take you to the hospital okay? It’s going to be okay.”

You nodded feeling the pain get worse, Anna had come out of the living room, shoes on her feet and her phone on speaker. “Jack won’t pick up.”

Conor muttered curse words at your boyfriend as he thought of a plan, “Okay, right, Anna hold Y/N as I get some shoes and my keys, call mum and dad. Y/N use your phone to call you parents and see if Jack will answer the phone to you okay? Okay? Good plan.”

Anna put your arm around your shoulder as Conor jumped over your water leak, Anna passed you your phone as your quickly called your mum telling her it was time and Anna did the same thing with her parents.

Just as you hung up, Conor came spirting down the hallway totally forgetting that there was a pulled of water because he went flying through it and slipped in the air. You had burst into laughter at the sight of a horrified Conor sat in the puddle of you water, “That’s fucking disgusting.” Conor spoke and shouted the last word.

It wasn’t till you had stopped laugh and moaned in pain everyone got back to their senses and the next thing you know you were rushed out into the car.

Picking your phone, you rang your boyfriend, “Heyyyyyyy, this is Jack I can-”

“I swear to shit I am going to fucking kill him.” You muttered untill an idea struck you, scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Lexi’s name and handed the phone to Anna as she was sat in the back seat with you.

“Y/N is ever-”

“Lexi its happening.” Anna panicked voice ran down the phone with Conor shouted curse words at over cars.


Lexi sat on the other side of the phone pale as a ghost, she jumped up from her seat and burst through the doors that held the live meeting Jack was doing. Jack was smiling towards the interviewer when Lexi burst into the room and he knew, he knew just then you were going to be having the baby.

She didn’t have to utter anything before Jack had jumped up from his chair and grabbed her phone out of her hands and started running down the corridors. “Baby?” He asked down the phone hearing Lexi run after him.

“Jack?” Anna asked wincing in pain when you squeezed her hand.

“Is she okay? What’s happening? I’m on my way.” Jack rushed pushing people out the way, one of those people having being Caspar who frowned watching one of his best friend spirt through people with Lexi spirting right behind him.

It took Caspar three seconds before he was running after them screaming at his manager who was gaping at him, “I’M NOT MISSING MY BEST FRIENDS BIRTH.”

Jack had managed to reach Lexis car, where Lexi had thrown him the keys and he was already in the car starting up the car with Lexi he quickly put the phone on speaker and threw it into her lap. He was about to ask Anna to pass the phone to you when he heard the back doors of the car being thrown open and someone jumping in the back seat.

He turned around and saw Caspar sat there putting his belt on, not even questioning how Caspar had found them he pulled out the parking space. “Pass the phone to Y/N.”

“Jack.” He heard your voice and he instantly frowned at the pain leaking within your voice.

“Baby listen, I am going to make this okay?” He spoke speeding through the streets of London.

You yelped in pain and Jack sped faster, “It’s going to take you at least two hours with traffic.”

Jack opened his mouth to speak but Caspar voice cut through “There’s no traffic it will take you an hour and a half.”

“Caspar?” You questioned confusingly.

“Hey shorty, anyway with the way Jack’s speeding it will probably take us an hour maybe less.”

“I don’t care how long it takes, if your ass does not get here by the time I’m squeezing this baby out I am going to murder you.” And with that you hung up leaving Jack to speed to Brighton.


“Listen very carefully Y/N, approximately twenty minutes you are going to have to start pushing. We need you to choose one person to stay in the room with you as well.” The doctor told you wearily knowing that Jack still hadn’t arrived.

Nodding your head, the doctor left you and the Maynard family, “If Jack doesn’t make it, Conor you better be fucking ready.”

“Me?” Conor asked surprised.

“No Connor Ball, yes fucking you.”

Conor nodded, holding your hand for every time you need to squeeze. The doctor came in a few minutes after holding some scrubs, “Have you chosen who will be staying in the time with you?”

Conor stood up holding his hand out ready to take them when a loud bang echoed the room and an out of breath sweaty Jack Maynard entered the room, “Am I late?”

“Oh thank the lord, I don’t know if I could have done that.” Conor sighed pushing the scrubs in Jack’s hands walking out the room, “This baby better be the best damn baby in the world, causing me heart attacks all day.”

“Jack.” You gritted out seeing him just staring you with a face of awe, “Put the damn scrubs on.”

Nodding his head Jack quickly went into the room bathroom and put them on as the rest of his family left the room wishing you a good luck or in Helen’s words “If it’s anything like my boys, you’re going to be in hell.”

The doctor started talking to you about how you were going to need to start pushing but from the corner of your eye you saw Jack hand the midwife something before he walked over to you.

“Mr. Maynard ready?” The doctor asked.

Jack nodded, bending down whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you screamed. “Come on princess, you can do it.”

Jack looked up towards the doctor who nodded at the boy, “One more push baby, one more.”

Jack watched as you screamed one last time before he heard the small cries of your baby, he kissed your forehead laughing softly as you cried in happiness. He lifted his he heads and watch as the midwife came towards him, “Congratulations, it’s a baby girl.”

You watched the midwife show Jack your baby girl before turning towards you and handing her over to you. You choked back a sob staring down at the little girl in front of you, “She’s so beautiful.” You whispered running a finger down her face.

“She’s perfect.” Jack whispered crying, you both stared at the little human before the midwife came over asking if she can check everything again. She handed your little girl to another nurse before she came back with a smile on her face.

“Have you decided on a name?” She smiled.

Jack looked down at you, you nodded with a smile. “Alexa Maynard.”

“Oh what a lovely name, let me go get Alexa for you now.” She smiled walking away.

Jack put his hand in his pocket and messed around with the small black box, he watched the nurse hand his daughter over to you.

It’s time…

The nurse handed Alexa to you before speeding walking away, looking down at your daughter you gasped, tears filling up in your eyes when you read what was on the baby grow.

Looking to your left you found your boyfriend with his left knee on the floor with a beautiful diamond ring.

“When I first talked to you at that bar, I thought god damn I want this girl, not just for the night but I want this girl in my life. I don’t care if she’s my best friend or the girl I wake up to every morning. I want her. The time you fought with my crazy ex-girlfriend with just sass, then laughed like nothing with the boys was the time I knew we were going to be together for the rest of our life’s. I love your smile, I love the way your eyes twinkle, I love your laugh, and God I love you. Will you Marry me?

“Yes, Yes, Oh my god yes!” Jack smiled getting up the floor and very carefully slipped the ring on your finger, as you were still holding Alexa.

Jack whipped your tears pressing a small but still full of love kiss, Jack took Alexa out of your arms and started mumbling promises to his new girl. You stared the two of them in awe before looking down at the beautiful ring in front of you.

From that very moment you knew your life was going to only get better and better from now.

Secrets (JACK MAYNARD SMUT)

Requested?: yes

Can u do a smut where jack and the reader are secretly together and while their doing it the boys walk in and now they would have to explain

WARNING: SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX (make sure you get that rang before you do the thang(;)


“Hey, YN” Jacks voice rang through the phone.

“Hi Jack,” I smiled to myself.

“I was thinking, since I’m finally moved into my own place, you could come over more often, like tonight for example…”

“That sounds like fun, id love to,”

“Great, see you at 6?”

“Sounds great, bye Jack.”

“Bye babe,” I could practically see his smile through the phone.

It was currently 3 now so I had plenty of time to kill. Jack and I had been together for around 3 months now, keeping it secret from the boys was difficult, especially when jack lived with Conor. But now that Jack got his own place it’s going to be a lot easier to sneak around.

I spent the whole day trying to pick an outfit to wear. I settled on a matching red lace lingerie set, a pair of white skinny jeans over it and a cute thrasher cropped sweater.

I took a peek at the clock and it was already 5:45. I slipped on my vans and started to head to Jacks place.

I was about to knock on his door when it flew open.

“Ugh, I’ve missed you.” He groaned, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me inside, and pushing me up against the closed door.

“We saw each other last week,” I giggled as his lips brushed mine.

“A week too long, baby girl,” he mumbled against my lips before connecting them.

I immediately kissed him back, glad to be back in his arms again. His hands slid down my sides and landed on my ass. He groped my butt and then his hands traveled to my thighs.

“Jump baby girl.” He whispered against my lips. I did as I was told and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Jack, I need you.” I whimpered as he placed kisses down my jaw and neck.

“As you wish,” he smirked. He lifted me off the door and walked us over to his brand new couch. He sat down in what he likes to call his “favorite spot” and I was straddled on top of him.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned and threw his head back as I ground down onto him while I kissed his neck.

“No foreplay, please..I need you so bad.” He whined.

“Of course, daddy.” He groaned at his nickname.

I slid of his lap and popped open the button of his jeans. I shimmied them down his body and he stripped his shirt off so he was completely naked.

“Strip for me, baby.” I blushed and slowly took off my clothes in front of him. He slowly pumped himself as he watched me.

Once I was naked, Jack grabbed my by the hips and pulled me onto his lap.

“Ride me.” He breathed out. I blushed and positioned him at my entrance.

I slowly sunk down and I felt him stretching my walls.

“Damnit jack, you feel so good.” My eyes screwed shut.

“Yeah baby? You like how my big cock is stretching you out?”

“Yes, oh god, yes!” I moaned. Jacks hands found my hips and helped me slam up and down on his dick.

“You’re so hot.” Jack pulled me flush against his body and started feathering kisses down my neck all the way to my boobs.

“Holy fuck, Jack! I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.” He threw his head back. I started bouncing faster and soon I felt the too familiar feeling in my stomach.

“Ah shit! I’m cumming!” My walls tightened around Jack and my body started convulsing.

“Holy fuck you’re so hot baby.” He groaned as I kept bouncing on him. He pulled me close against his body again and wrapped his arms around my waist. His head dipped into my neck and he snapped his hips up so he was fucking me instead of me fucking him.

“Uh, fuck!” He groaned into my neck.

“YN?! Jack?!” Conor’s voice rang in my ears.

“No fucking way!!!” I heard Joes voice next.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Jack quickly grabbed the throw blanket on his couch and threw it over us.

“You invited us to film a video today, mate!” Joe piped in.

“Since when have you two been together?!” Conor asked excitedly bouncing around taking a seat on the couch next to us.

“Conor, can we please talk about this when my dicks not buried inside of my girlfriend.” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Girlfriend?!” Joe yelled.

“Yes, now leave!”

“Fine! Fine!” Conor put his hands up and left the flat with Joe.

“Finally, I didn’t get to finish yet.” Jack threw the blanket off and started pushing my hips up and down.

“Jack, don’t you think that kind of ruined the mood?” I rolled my eyes, trying to climb off of his lap.

“Fuck, nothing could ruin the mood, baby.”

“Well this time, let’s do this in your bedroom.” I giggled walking towards his room.

“Fuck yes,” he jumped up and ran after me.


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HE COULDN’T CARE LESS ||JACK MAYNARD/JOE SUGG IMAGINE||TWIN SERIES

One of my own ideas once again. Joe isn’t that much involved in it but I wanted to focus on the relationship between Jack/the reader.

Jack laughed at his friend’s joke as they all stepped into his flat. “So where are we going tonight?” His ginger friend asked, sitting down on the couch, followed by the other boys. “Cirque LeSoir?” Oli suggested, earning some nods from the other boys. Jack hesitated for a minute before nodding as well. The flat was too empty and his roommate was supposed to be here. “Give me a minute.” Jack said to his friends before walking down the hallway to where her room was. He hesitated again before knocking softly. “Can I come in?” Jack called out, waiting for her answer. When he heard a soft mumble, he pushed the door open slowly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Jack exclaimed as he walked further into the room, eyes darting his half asleep twin sister, an amused smiled on his face. “Fuck off!” Y/N said, barely above a whisper as she grabbed the pillow resting next to her, throwing it in his direction. Jack laughed at her action as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Get up, you lazy sod! We’re going out tonight.” Jack stated as he got up, opening her wardrobe. Y/N lifted herself up slowly, a frown on her face. “I’m not going.” She affirmed, rubbing her tired eyes. “Oh yes, you are.” Jack scoffed as he pulled out a silver dress, his eyebrows coming together in a frown. 

“There’s no way you’re wearing that, that’s basically see through.” He mumbled, putting the dress back in its place. “Jack, I don’t feel like moving right now.” Y/N whined, playing with the hem of her shirt. In fact, she didn’t want to do anything. “Oh come on, you’ve been saying that for the past 2 weeks!” Jack exclaimed, stopping to watch her. His serious glare softened as he watched the expression on her face. It broke his own heart to see like that. “Joe is coming.” Jack smirked, as he pulled out another dress, his frown bigger than the last time. “That’s way too short.” He admitted, putting the dress back again. “Stop judging my clothes!” Y/N yelled out in annoyance. “And do you really think that the fact that Joe is there will make me change my mind?” She questioned, eyes locked onto him as Jack sent her a look that said it all. After a minute, a smile finally appeared on her face. “Fine. Count me in.” She breathed out, trying to hide the growing smile on her lips.

Jack felt a warming feeling in his chest as he had been able to put a smile on her face. He put out a simply black dress from the wardrobe, resting it on the bed before walking closer to her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Stop babysitting me.” Y/N teased, her own smirk growing. Jack simply rolled his eyes. “Anyway, take a shower, get dressed, put on whatever shit you put on your face. We’re leaving in an hour.” Jack ordered, stepping backwards out of the door. “Actually, you should really for it with makeup. You really need it right now.” Jack joked as Y/N’s eyes went wide at his banter. “Get the fuck out!” She ordered, containing her own laugh as she threw another pillow onto him.

Y/N was heartbroken, truly heartbroken. And it was the first time that Jack had seen her like that. She had been trying to get over it. But all that she seemed able to do was locking herself out from everything and everyone. Luckily there was this boy that was making her life better and she was glad to have him by her side. Jack had tried everything but she would just stay in bed, hoping that one day she would wake up and the feeling will be gone. But it didn’t work like that.

It was now hours later in the club. The boys were all dispatched everywhere, the music blasting through the walls. Joe and Jack were together though, the only thing they had been doing was keeping an eye on everyone, as they were the less drunk out of all of them. Jack suddenly frowned as he realized that he had lost sight of his twin sister and a wave of nerves flashed his body. “I’ll be right back.” Jack whispered into his best friend’s ear before walking further in the club, stepping between the drunk strangers. Joe frowned as he watched his friend walk away but quickly followed him, putting a hand on his shoulder, allowing Jack to turn around to watch him, a questioning look on his face. “Where are you going?” Joe asked, confused. Jack let out a sigh, trying to hide his sudden fear. If something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. “Y/N is gone.” The fake blonde boy stated, looking around the club. “I’m coming with you.” Joe affirmed, his own worry growing. He cared about her, a lot more than he probably should. The two friends exchanged a look before walking deeper into the crowded room together.  

A few minutes later, there was still no sight of her. Jack was slowly starting to panic. “Where the hell is she?!” Jack exclaimed over the last music, the worry growing. “Hey, mate. Calm down. Maybe she’s just outside.” Joe said, reassuring his friend. Jack stopped walking back and forth and considered the idea. The two friends searched for the closest exit door and got out of the club, the cold air hitting them. As soon as they did, Jack knew that something was wrong.

“Get off of me!” A familiar voice called out and Jack felt his heart shrink. He could recognize this voice in a million. Within a second, Jack was running to where the voice was coming, followed by Joe and his worry turned into anger at the sight in front of him. A stranger had her pressed against the wall, his hands gripping on her waist tightly as she was trying her best to get away from him. “Hey! Get away from her!” Jack snapped as he ran up to the man, pushing him away from her. Joe hurried to Y/N, checking if she was alright. “The boyfriend I presume.” The drunk stranger exclaimed, eyes locked with Jack’s. “Worse. The brother.” Jack affirmed, pushing him harshly again. The man was now laughing and it only pissed Jack more. The man reached out to Y/N again and this time, Jack couldn’t handle himself and connected his fist to the guy’s face. “Don’t fucking touch her.” He snapped again, the blood hot in his veins. The man looked between all of them before running off down the London streets.

“You didn’t have to hit him.” Y/N mumbled, walking closer to him. Joe had a protective hand on the small of her back. “Of course I had to! Who knows what would happened if I didn’t!” Jack snapped at his twin sister, the anger still floating in his system. “Chill out, mate. It’s not her fault.” Joe stated, trying to calm the situation but Jack sent him a look and he knew he didn’t have to try. “I knew I should have stayed home. This was a stupid idea.” She admitted, crossing her arms as a shiver ran down her spine. Joe, being the gentleman that he is, took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, giving her a small smile. “No, it wasn’t. You can’t just lock yourself in your room forever!” Jack said, his tone harsh on her. He knew yelling wasn’t the solution but he had to say it. He had to say what she needed to hear. “Stop breaking your own god damn heart and get over that boy. He couldn’t care less, so why should you?” Jack yelled out, referring to her recent break up. He knew she was hurting and it drove him nuts. A heavy silence fell between them and Jack quickly noticed the tears that she was trying to hold. Joe stood there, motionless, he was afraid to say anything in this situation but he was dying to.

Jack let out a long sigh before stepping closer to her. “I’m serious. He is so not worth it. You deserve so much better. Stop blaming yourself, he’s the idiot for letting a girl like you go.” Jack admitted, his look softening as a tear slid down her cheek. He put a gentle hand on her arm as her eyes were still locked onto the ground. “If you’re hurting, I’m hurting too.” Jack stated, wrapping an arm around her. “I know. Let’s just go home.” Y/N said, barely above a whisper as they started walking to where the car was. 

“Should I get back inside to check on the boys?” Joe suggested, hesitant. The siblings stopped walking. Y/N turned to face him, smiling gently over at him. “Please, stay.” She ordered, handing her hand out. Joe looked between her and Jack, who gave him a small nod. Joe stepped closer, taking her hand his, interlacing their fingers together as they went back to the twins flat.

She knew it would he hard and that it would take some time but she had the most amazing friends and the most amazing twin. She felt better with her other half by her side.

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Decline Your Hallucination

Summary: After Dean’s death you and Sam struggle to go on with life. Canon divergence, set between seasons three and four.

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Past Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, depression, prescription drug abuse, angst

Words: 2000

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Your name: submit What is this?

I respectfully decline the invitation to join your hallucination - Scott Adams

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Sam drives with white knuckles and a far away stare. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t stop unless you asks him to. His body sits rigid with two hands on the wheel and foot heavy on gas as if he has somewhere to be. There is no destination and you both know it. There is no reason left, motivation slid down the drain five states back, now it’s just movement. Forward motion to keep it going, can’t stop, won’t stop, Sam thinks he might die of he stops now ‘cause there’s an aching itch under his skin that won’t go away, no matter how hard he claws it.

“I hate this car.”

Sam’s glad you’re the one who said it so he didn’t have do. He hates it too, hates everything about the gritty engine rumble and the screeching hinge of the doors. He thinks about selling the Impala, weighs the thought of someone else driving it with the unnerving feeling of driving the fucker himself. No one else should be sitting behind the wheel - you suggest burning it. You want to buy a gallon of gasoline, drive out into the desert and watch the ancient hunk of metal go up in flames. You beg him, crying wildly and making a scene at the Amoco until he has to pick you and lock you both in the unisex bathroom. You just want to get rid of it, you warn him you’ll walk away, you’ll leave him because there’s too much of Dean wrapped up in the damn car.

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You. Me. Boyfriends.

“Hi, you don’t know me,” Joe looks up from his phone at the stranger in front of him, caught off guard briefly by the blueness, “But can you pretend to be my boyfriend real quick?”

“Huh?”

“You. Me. Boyfriends.”

“Uhm,” Joe’s eyes dart around the coffeeshop he’s sat in, where he’s supposed to be meeting his sister shortly, before they fall back on the stranger, who’s looking at him with such a look of desperation, he can’t help but reply with a: “Sure?”

“Wonderful!” The guy sits in the chair across from Joe, before he frowns and shakes his head, standing and pulling it beside Joe, falling back into it. “You’re really helping me out.”

“I am?” Joe’s still lost as to what’s happening, so when the guy takes his hand, slipping their fingers together, he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he blushes, trying to ignore how nice it feels.

“Yes. Oh, I’m Jack by the way.” He grins over at Joe, so wide and carefree, and Joe feels his breath leave him for a moment. It takes him a second to realize that the stranger, Jack, is staring at him, waiting for an answer.

“Joe.”

“Hello, Joe.” Jack says, his tone soft.

“Hi.”

“Shit! There she is.” Jack’s eyes follow something behind Joe, and he goes to look over his shoulder, but Jack’s hand on his cheek forces his face back to the other man. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“About wh—” But before Joe can finish asking what Jack is apologizing for, the other man’s lips are on his, the hand on his cheek slipping into Joe’s hair.


Joe feels his eyes slide close as he leans into the kiss, one of his hands moving to rest lightly on Jack’s thigh, their lips moving together in sync.

And while Joe has never kissed a guy, he has thought about it before, but now, kissing Jack, it’s so much better than he’s ever imagined.

So when Jack licks along his bottom lip, Joe feels that it’s right to open his mouth, allowing the other man’s tongue to move together with his own, his body shifting forward.

They pull apart at the sound of a throat being cleared, and Joe can’t help but stare at Jack’s now swollen lips, longing for another kiss, but the other man is saying something, and Joe forces himself to focus.

“…didn’t see you there!”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” The icy tone snaps Joe out of his hazy world, and he looks up to see a cold stare being directed at him. “And who is your little friend?”

“This is Joe,” Jack smiles, glancing over at Joe, “My boyfriend.”

“Really?” The new comer questions, shifting from one foot to the other, her eyes still locked on to Joe.

“Yup. That’s me, the boyfriend.” He internally flinches at how stupid that sounds, but relaxes when he feels Jack give his hand a small squeeze. “And you are?”

“As if you don’t know.”

“No, I really don’t.” Joe shakes his head, “Should I know who you are?”

“Not everyone know’s who you are, Lindsay.” Jack drawls, rolling his eyes. “But since you insist on it,” He gestures towards her, “Joe, this is Lindsay. She’s my ex.”

“Oh. You’ve never mentioned her.” Joe replies simply, which isn’t really lying. Because he’s only just met Jack, when would he have time to learn who Lindsay is?

“That’s real mature, Jack.” Lindsay spits towards them, “Just pretending I don’t exist.”

“I’ve never pretended you don’t exist. I just never mentioned you to Joe.” Jack shrugs, shooting Joe a little smile. “Now,” His attention returns to the bitter looking woman, “Can I help you with anything? I mean, you did ask me to meet you here.”

“And I really wish I hadn’t. I knew there was a reason I dumped you.”

“Pretty sure I dumped you, love.”

“Uhm, not to be rude,” Joe interrupts, trying to not flinch at the icy stare, “But Jack and I were trying to enjoy our afternoon together, so if you can just say what you want to say and go….” He doesn’t know where the words came from, but Joe can just tell Jack doesn’t want this woman around, and frankly, neither does he.

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” Lindsay snaps, “Except that I hope to never see you again.” With those final words, she spins on her heel and stalks out of the coffeeshop.


The two boys remain silent for a second before Jack starts to laugh.

“You were amazing!” He tells Joe, grabbing the smaller man’s face with both hands, pulling him in for another quick kiss. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome?” Joe mutters, slightly dazed. Something about kissing Jack, it was intoxicating.

“See, I knew you were the right person for the job,” Jack continues, his hands falling from Joe’s face, but one of them slips into Joe’s hand again. “I saw you sitting here, and just knew you would be perfect. That, and you looked really cute.”

“You did?” Joe blushes at Jack’s words. He never felt like this around another person, guy or girl, but he really doesn’t want Jack to leave.

“Yes.” Jack smiles over at him, “Can I buy you a coffee?”

“Oh,” Joe’s face falls, “I would…”

“Oh gods,” Jack pulls back, removing his hand from Joe’s. “You have a boyfriend or girlfriend, don’t you? Shit. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Joe wants to reach for Jack’s hand again, but he settles with shaking his head. “I don’t. I swear. I just, I’m waiting for my sister.”

“Just your sister?”

“Yes.”

Jack’s face relaxes again, and that smile returns full force. “Good. Then, how about your number? So I can take you out on a proper date, instead of just making out with you?”

Laughing, Joe nods, “I’d like that. Although, I wasn’t complaining about the making out part.”

“That’s always good to know.” Jack winks, handing his phone over to Joe.


They talk for a few minutes longer, until Joe spots Zoe heading for the door.

“That’s her,” Joe waves at her when she walks in.

“Then I guess this is goodbye,” Jack stands, gazing down at Joe, “Or at least see you on Friday.”

“Seven o’clock.” Joe confirms, smiling up at the other man.

“I’ll see you then, Joe.” Jack says softly, bending down to place one last simple kiss on Joe’s lips before turning and leaving, smiling hello at Zoe as she passes him.

Joe watches Jack go, eyes following him through the window as he heads down the sidewalk, his head snapping over to his sister when she smacks his arm.

“Who was that?” Zoe asks, a huge grin on her face as she sits down.

“That was Jack.” Joe tells her happily.

“Jack? When did you two meet?”

“Just before you got here. He needed a boyfriend.”

“What?” She looks at him in confusion, and Joe laughs.

Once he’s calmed down, he tells her the story.

Request: Hii x first of all congrats on your job offer that’s really awesome! 😁 and i’m glad things are better with your family :)x would you mind writing an imagine about Jack being all cuddly?? (i mean who doesn’t need cuddly jack?! 😂) if not then it’s okay, and thanks for taking your time to write all these imagines, they’re awesome!! keep up the amazing work!! x💕

A/N: thank you so much sweetie 😘

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You groaned as your alarm went off, quickly rolling over and turning off the irritating noise.

There was nothing in this world that irritated you more than waking up in the morning. You’d never been a morning person, and you probably never would be.

Today you were supposed to meet a co-worker for breakfast to discuss and upcoming project. You really didn’t want to go, but you needed to get it over with.

Just as you were about to sit up you felt arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into a warm chest.

“Jack, I need to get up!” You giggled, attempting to wiggle out of your boyfriends arms.

You and Jack had met a few years ago through your cousin. You’d started off as friends, but it eventually grew to something more. Now he was your best friend and your boyfriend.

Jack had asked you to move in with him a few months ago. He hated leaving you for filming, so he wanted you to have a piece of him when he was gone, so he could return home to his flat and his woman every time he came back.

“Don’ go.” Jack whined, digging his face into your neck. He peppered a few kisses at the bare skin there, causing you to smile.

“I have to. I’ve got a meeting in an hour.” You told him, still struggling against his strong grip. He got like this every once in a while, just wanting to cuddle with you all morning. 9 times out of 10 he was victorious. You could never refuse him when he got all cute like this.

“It’s not an important meetin’, ye can reschedule it.” He replied, continuing his assault of tiny pecks on your shoulder and neck.

“I really need to get started on planning everything. I can’t just cancel because my boyfriend is feeling needy.” You had almost broken free from his grip, when he was suddenly over top of you, pinning your shoulders down.

“Please?” He begged, bending down to press a kiss under your jaw. “Please.” Another kiss to the shell of your ear. “Please.” He soon started planting kisses all over your face, muttering a please in between.

Your resolve was slowly crumbling as he began kissing your lips, slow and sensual. Your hands gripped onto his biceps tightly, appreciating the muscles there.

“Alright, alright.” You conceded once he pulled away, all resolve of leaving vanished. “You win. Jut let me send my co-worker a quick text.”

Jack cheered as he plopped back down on the bed, allowing you to pick up your phone. A few moments later you were cuddled back into his side, head resting on his chest.

“It’s not really fair of you to do that, you do it all the time.” You poured, tracing small circles on his abdomen. His fingers were tracing up and down your spine, creating invisible patterns as they went.

“Is it a crime to wan’ to cuddle with me girl in the mornin’?” Jack asked innocently, kissing the top of your head.

“No, I guess not.” You conceded, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“Sometimes I wish we could jus’ lay here, stay in our own personal bubble an’ forget the rest o’ the world. Just you an’ me.”

“That would have been super cute, if you hadn’t just rearranged the words of a song.” You teased, turning your head slightly to press a kiss to his chest.

“Oh shut up ye numpty.”

The Start of Summer Break - Jack Maynard Imagine

A/N: contains smut


*YOUR POV*

I sighed as I walked through the door of Jack’s and my shared flat. “Baby, I’m home!” I yelled and put my backpack on the floor. Jack came out of our bedroom grinning widely and wrapped me in his arms. “You’re all done!” “I know and I am so ready to relax, I’m exhausted,” I said, relived that I was finally on summer break from college. “Go get changed, babe, and we can start your relaxation, ok?” Jack pushed me towards our bedroom so I could change into comfy clothes. My joggers and jacks sweat shirt felt so good against my skin as I pulled them on over my black matching underwear. I walked into the living room to and saw Jack, phone in hand ordering pizza. I grabbed the remote for the tv, sitting down on the couch, and turned on Netflix. Jack stood in front of me on his phone. “Babe,” I whined “you’re a better door than a window.”

Jack looked down at me and smiled, moving to the corner of the couch and pulling me onto him so I was leaned against the couch, sitting on his legs. Jacks lips were on mine in no time, one of his hands roaming under my shirt, the other supporting my back. One of my arms was around his neck, the other in his hair. “God, baby I’ve missed this.” Jack breathed out, moving to kiss my neck, making my head go back and moans escaping past my lips. “Jack,” I was turning into a mess beneath him, giving up completely to whatever he wanted to do.

Jacks hand slipped under my joggers and his fingers pushed against my heat. I gasped, a smile spreading across my face, my hand grabbing his forearm, his head still buried in my neck. “Do you like that baby?” he said, a smile on his voice. “Yes, oh my god, yes jack yes.” I was blubbering, begging for more. Suddenly two of his fingers were inside me, pumping slowly, and curling at just the right point. “Oh my g…yes…jack…please” I was breathless, moaning, my fingers wrapped around Jacks arm squeezing hard. Jack added another finger and worked my pussy whilst licking and nipping my neck. “Gods you’re so wet baby,” he moaned into my neck working me faster and faster. I was moaning his name when Jack pressed me against my sweet spot and I lost it and came all over his fingers. Jack chuckled, “That’s my girl,” he said, helping me through my high. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him desperately, thanking him.

“Did you like that?” Jack said, as my lips went around his face peppering kisses everywhere I could reach. “So much, baby, so fucking much,” I said my eyes shut. I moved to return the favor but Jack kept hold of me, not allowing me to move. “No, no it’s ok babe, that was for you.” Jack said leaning to sweetly kiss me. “I feel bad, babe, you didn’t get anything out of this,” I said. “Thats where you’re wrong. I had fun watching you,” Jack said winking. I blushed and pushed my face into Jacks chest. He laughed and pulled me closer.

Jack put on a film, and I snuggled into him. He pulled out his fuzzy blanket and laid it over me, tucking it around me so that I was comfortable. “hey, Jack, I love you,” I said sleepily pulling his face down to mine to kiss him. “hey, (Y/N), I love you too,” he said smiling down at me. Soon he was distracted by the show on the tv and I was asleep against his chest.

*JACKS POV*

My phone buzzed with texts from the buttercream group chat, everyone wanting to come to my flat, of all places. I agreed but cautioned them to be quiet due to the sleeping girl in my arms, and they had to pick up the pizza I ordered. They agreed and said they would be over soon. I looked down to see my girl completely out, mouth open, softly snoring. I smiled, knowing that this was her first restful sleep for a really long time due to college. I continued watching my show, lowering the volume, until the boys got there.

They crept in the door trying their best to be quiet, the smell of pizza quickly filling my flat. I shushed them and gathered (Y/N) closer to me, trying to block out the boys noise. They did ok for about three seconds before one of them made a joke that made Conor and Josh giggle, which soon turned into howls of laughter. (Y/N) shifted and her eyes opened, “Fuck it boys look what you’ve done,” I said, groaning and apologizing to (Y/N). “Oh my god you brought pizza,” she said, her face shining. “Hell yeah we did,” Conor said holding up the five boxes. “I didn’t order 5 bloody pizzas,” I said laughing. “Who cares? Someone get me some,” (Y/N) ordered from her place in my lap. Soon four pieces of pizza were given on a plate to (Y/N), which she happily accepted, shoving pizza in her mouth, and closing her eyes at the taste. “Oh my god thank you so much.”

The pizza was soon devoured, and we ended up watching a film, simply enjoying each others company. During the movie, I felt (Y/N)’s eyes on me. I looked down at her, still in my lap. “What?” I whispered. “I like you,” her eyes sparkled as she started kissing my neck. “Babe stop, not with the boys around,” She giggled and stopped but then whispered in my ear, “You’re fucking sexy, and I’m going to enjoy doing you tonight.” Her words sent a shiver through me. I licked my lips, tried not to show my excitement, and attempted to pay attention to the film.  

Daddy’s little workers // Jack Maynard

Word Count: 1561

Summary- Jack attempting to build a bookshelf with your kids, ultimately stressing out and failing.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Who else is absolutely obsessed with Conor’s new Remix with Anth? {Krippy Kush

Requested; Yes, for @begoftristan

req; Hi may I have a jack Maynard imagine with 94 jacks trying to build something with the kids and it goes wrong and y/n thinks it’s hilarious and she goes and comforts him because he’s getting stressed out! 😂 I think this would be so cute 😍

94. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

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“Honey, I’m home!” You called, entering your flat. You kicked off your shoes, and took off your coat. The weather in London was freezing and raining, even if it was August. You sighed in relief as the warmth of the flat began to thaw your frozen fingers and you frowned as you never got a reply. “Jack? Are you home?” You called, and heard a faint grunt. You furrowed your brows in confusion. What could he possibly be doing?

You put down your bag and everything you were holding on the counter. You walked around the house, confused. “Kids?” You called out, “In here, mommy!” You heard them call, in sync. Not surprising in the slightest. They were tied at the hips; nothing more you could ask for from twins. You were a bit scared, at first, at how they’d get along, especially now at the age of 3, because of being opposite genders, but they get along perfect; two peas in a pod.

You walked into the spare room that had yet to be furnished to see an absolute disaster. Jack was on the floor, there was unassembled pieces everywhere, and your kids were running around, playing tag, and you were scared they’d trip over the mess. “What on earth?!” You squealed, eyes wide as you took in the state of the room. “Jack!” You said, getting a bit upset. “I’ve almost got it, don’t worry!” Jack said, as he read through the paper he was holding. It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he was doing. He was attempting to assemble your kid’s new bookshelf for the room.

“Jack, hun, how long have you been trying to do this?” You asked, trying to hold in your laughter. “Two-ish hours.” He grumbled, flipping around the instructions page. “Why is this so hard?!” He exclaimed, throwing the paper. “Jack, I love you, but wow. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.” You said, unable to hold in your laughter anymore. “What? Why?” Jack asked, confused. “Hun, the pieces are numbered in the order they go together.” He looked at you, disbelieving. “No they..” He paused, realizing they did in fact have numbers.

“Oh.” He said, blinking at the page. You were in hysterics, your kids probably could’ve done it on their own. You calmed yourself down. “The look on your face..” You breathed, still giggling. “It’s not that funny.” Jack grumbled, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Oh, yes it is, Jack.” You said, smiling. “Just wait until I tell Conor.” You said, and Jack looked at you with wide eyes. “No!” He exclaimed, and it only made you laugh more. Jack was genuinely looking a bit upset, so you wiped your eyes, (which began watering from laughing so hard), and excused yourself. “I’ll make dinner, you and the kids build the bookshelf.” You went straight to the kitchen, and began cooking dinner.

You felt bad for laughing, especially since now Jack seemed a bit upset. You cooked his favorite meal as an apology, and set the table, so he didn’t have to. Just as you placed the servings on the table, Jack and the kids came out of the room, proud smiles on both your kid’s faces. “Mommy! Guess what we did!” Your son exclaimed, smiling brightly. “We helped Daddy build a bookshelf! He said we’re great helpers!” Your daughter added, hugging her dad’s leg.

You smiled at your family, and helped your kids into their seats. “Well, I’m sure all that helping worked up an appetite? Am I right?” You asked, and your kids nodded furiously. You laughed, placing their food in front of them. You took a seat in your own seat, and Jack looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Is there a reason you made what happens to be my favorite meal because you were laughing at my terrible ability to read instructions?” He asked, slyly.

You sighed. You couldn’t get anything past Jack. “Maybe..” You said, your voice giving away that it was in fact planned. Jack shook his head, but ate his food. He was quiet throughout dinner, which made you worried. You didn’t question him though, knowing he wouldn’t want to talk about it in front of your kids. So instead, you listened to the toddlers babble aimlessly to each other about who-knows-what.

As your children dismissed themselves to run off to play, you picked up all the dishes while Jack grabbed all the glasses, and you both loaded them into the dishwasher. “Are you actually upset about that bookshelf, Jack?” You asked, softly. He hadn’t spoken since before dinner. “A bit.” Jack admitted. He knew there wasn’t any point in lying to you; you knew him like the back of your hand and could read him like a book.

“Why? It’s just furniture.” You said, calmly. “It’s not just the bookshelf! I’m so useless! All I can do right is make YouTube videos!” He whined, sighing. You were quite surprised; Jack wasn’t one to usually bring himself down. “That’s not true at all, Jack. You’re an amazing DJ, I’m pretty sure Conor thinks you’re a great brother, and I’m certain that you’re a perfect father. We have two perfect kids, and it’s not like I’ve been raising them on my own, Jack. You’ve been there for them more than I have; I’m always out at work, and you take care of them. Most of the things they’ve learned is from you, and look how well they’re turning out.” You said, sliding your hand into his and rubbing your thumb gently over his knuckles.

You tugged on his hand gently, bringing him over to the couch. “Stay here, put on football or something. I’ll be back after I put the kids to bed.” You told him. He opened his mouth to argue, but you silenced him with your hand. “Stay.” You said, firmly, and he sighed in defeat, turning on the TV. You scooped up your two kids, one in each arm, and washed them up in the tub, before putting them into their pajamas.

You put them to bed quite easily; much easier than normal. You figured they were tired from being ‘daddy’s little helpers’ today, and you weren’t complaining. You absolutely loved your kids; they were your pride and joy, but it was nice to have some time, just you and Jack. “Shirt, off.” You demanded, returning to the living room. Jack looked at you, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Oh?” He asked, cheekily. “Not a chance, Maynard. Just take it off.” He chuckled, but obeyed.

You had him turn sideways, so he could see the TV still but you were sat behind him. You began to massage his shoulders, and you could practically feel the stress wearing off of him as you rubbed his shoulders. “Thank you, Y/N.” He said, sighing in relief as he rolled his shoulders, no longer feeling tense. “No problem, Jack.” You said, smiling. “And by the way, the reason those instructions you had earlier were so hard to read, is because they were in French.”

“That actually makes so much sense.” Jack said, laughing it off. You were relieved he finally felt good enough about the situation to make jokes. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. Jack spun around, opening his arms for you to cuddle, which you gladly accepted. Jack gently twirled a lock of your hair between his fingers, while you were drawing delicate patterns and shapes on his chest. “I love you, Jack. Even if you’re not the best at following instructions.” You said, cheekily. He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “I love you too, Y/N.” “MOMMY! DADDY!” You heard the twins call, and you gave Jack a knowing look.

“I’ve got her, you’ve got him?” You asked, smirking. Jack nodded, slipping his shirt on, and lacing his fingers with yours as you walked to your children’s room. You weren’t angry, you were perfectly content. Yeah, some time off was nice, but your children were everything and you loved spending your time with them. “What’s wrong, kids?” Jack asked, walking into the room, you following suit. “We can’t sleep!” Your daughter said, frowning. “How about I read you a book?” Jack said, knowing his kids loved books; even if for them, it was just an excuse for staying up.

You watched Jack as he read until your children fell asleep resting against his chest. He gently slipped out of your son’s bed, picked up his daughter, moving her back to her bed, and tucking her in, while you tucked in your son. “Goodnight, kids.” He whispered, a look of adoration on his face as he watched their small figures rise and fall with their deep breaths, indicating they were in fact asleep. You shut off the lights and left the room quietly.

“I told you, you’re an amazing father.” You said, looking at Jack lovingly. “I guess I am, but so are you. Now come cuddle me!” He whined, opening his arms. You spent the rest of the night cuddling, falling asleep on the couch. That is, until 3am, where you once again, had to deal with the wide awake toddlers. You didn’t mind though, because they were your treasures, and you loved them with all your heart. Besides, you made Jack get it, anyways, and you slept through it.