#evelyn x jack

[magniloquent-raven]

still coping

✨here be memes✨

[jam-showtoonz]

I finished my Doodle page!

It’s a mixture of different characters I’ve made- or have interest in- or was trying to figure out how they work/look.

Click and zoom in if you want to see them better

Yes I’m aware the most drawn character is Hallow-

He’s my son- I can’t just not draw him!

-

Also yes. I ship Ruin x Solar. I understand it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but please respect the fact that I personally like the ship.

[unknownanomoly]

part 1 bright family in my AU :> If it's not clear my AU is a Magnus Archives x SCP universe, sooo yeah, I'll make another part of the family soon, and then I'll make a family tree. Also all these characters are my interpret of them, plus also some of my own OCs, if you have any questions please ask! I would love to talk about my AU a bit more!!

[heavenlyvixen]

I am an unapologetic shipper. I have shipped both fictional and real life couples. I have always done so with respect, kindness and good intentions.

There are a lot of people who would like to, and attempt to, make you feel bad for shipping. Don’t!!! If you’re a shipper, you’re probably just like me - you love seeing people happy and in love. And baby, there is nothing wrong with that.

However, if it’s real people, I don’t discuss them publicly. So, if you want to talk about ships with me, send me a DM. I can talk forever about the people I love.

With all the negativity in the world - all the hate - I think we all should be embracing love a little more.

Yes, this is a response to seeing people on twitter say we shouldn’t ship people. Virtue signalling at its best.

[vintagewarhol]

[edward-ships-steddy-hands]

New Server

PRO-SHIPPERS DNI!

Idk if anyone will join this server but it's worth a shot.

Hello, all! This server is for my hyper-specific niche of the OFMD Fandom, because I've met so few people who share my opinions and I'd like to make a safe place for people who share my opinions!

The main options in question are:

Shipping Ed/Izzy/Stede/Jack, Steddy Hands, and other cute polycule ships involving Ed, Stede, Izzy, and Jack

Loving Izzy Hands and Calico Jack, and hating how the rest of the fandom seems to horrifically bash and ab*se them

Hating Mary Bonnet and Evelyn Higgins, and hating how the rest of the fandom seems to praise and excuse them

Not wanting to see any NSFW stuff, regardless of what ship(s) the NSFW is of

You can still join the server if you don't share these opinions/orientations, you just can't bash Izzy and Jack, or praise Mary and Evelyn, or post NSFW stuff on the server!

For anyone who joins, we have channels for talking about OFMD, channels for specific characters and ships, off-topic channels for general chatting and venting and meme-sharing and whatnot, roleplay channels that you can use for OFMD and non-OFMD roleplay, and poketwo and mewbot just for fun!

If this sounds good to you matey, then come on in and have fun!

PRO-SHIPPERS DNI!

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Surprise

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: love them and this request 🩷

warnings: eating, food, calling kraft dinner bad even though i eat it like once a week

word count: 840

Y/n was so excited to see Luke, they haven’t been together in person for around a month because Y/n was busy in LA filming the next season of the Evelyn Hugo series. And now that that was done filming she quickly got on the next plane to New Jersey to see the boy. She purposely told him she would be there a day later than she actually was because she wanted to surprise him.

Just now she was in the elevator of the building, Jack had told her the code to get into the apartment building so as to not alert Luke of the surprise, when she got a call from the very boy she was going to see. Fishing the phone out of her pocket and glancing at the caller ID brought a soft smile to her face, “Hey, baby.” “Hey” 

She heard the sound of pots and pans crashing together in the background of the call, “What’re you doing, hun?” “I’m cooking!” “You know how to do that?” She said in a teasing voice as the elevator door opened to the boy's floor, she continued the conversation as she walked towards his door. 

“Yes! I do..” His voice slightly unsure, “Sounds like you’re having trouble.” She mumbles, now at his door trying to be quiet and waiting to knock, “Well the directions are unclear.” “Well, I’ll help you.” “How-” He was cut off by the sound of knuckles knocking against his door. He mumbled a small ‘one sec’ before making his way to answer the door which made the girl laugh.

The door opened revealing the smiling girl, and the very happily shocked boy. Almost without thinking Luke brings Y/n into a big hug, lifting her off the ground with his hand under her thighs. His forehead rested against her collarbone, as if he didn’t believe she was there, like she would slip away at any moment. After a few more moments, whispering their greetings small ‘hello’s and soft ‘i love you’s coming from both.

Luke finally let the girl slip down, her feet once again finding the floor. And as Luke goes to grab his girl’s suitcase, said girl did a once over of the apartment only to see water boiling over the pot and all over the stove, “Luke!” She rushed over to the stove a took the pot of the element and turned the heat down, “Who let you cook unsupervised?” “Jack usually does it.” 

He walked past her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and walked down the hallway to his room where he set the girl’s bags down and came back to the kitchen to now find that Y/n had taken over the entire operation of making dinner.

“You’re not having boxed mac & cheese for dinner.” She muttered, shaking her head and placing the box back in the cupboard. Collecting a few things she sees in the cupboards and fridge to make him a good dinner. She found an onion, which she was very surprised by. It must have been the influence of Jack’s girlfriend. 

Y/n was already cutting up the onions when Luke came back into the kitchen, and ofcourse Luke came up from behind, his hands wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder to watch her actions. He eventually asked to help so she gave him little jobs. Then they sat on the couch, Y/n between Lukes legs as they ate dinner and ended up watching ‘10 things I hate about you’ per Y/n’s request, really it was just because she loved Luke’s reaction when she wouldn’t shut up about how hot Heath Ledger is in it.

“-and he is just, like, beyond what should be humanly capable, y’know?” Grabbing his drink from the side table, Luke says, “He’s good as the joker.” This caused the girl to let out a small laugh.

After the movie the two turned on a show, and just cuddled and talked until they would hopefully fall asleep together.

“Why do all NHL players like golf?” “I don’t know.. It’s a sport to play in summer? And I guess you don’t have to think too hard, and we can just hang out and talk?” 

They were now laying across the couch, Y/n’s head on his chest, Luke’s hands running up and down the girl’s back under her shirt as ‘Bob’s burgers’ played in the background. She drew small doodles on his bicep, as they both lolled each other to sleep as they talked. 

“That makes more sense than what I thought.” “What did you think?” “I thought it was because it’s the same action.. Or close.” 

She didn’t expand thinking Luke understood, she assumed that was self-explanatory, but then Luke asked, “What?” “Y’know, like, shooting a puck and hitting a golf ball is the same action in the hips.” “Okay.” Luke said, softly chuckling as he brought one hand to the girl’s hair, giving her head scratches and twirling the strands between his fingers. 

~taglist~

@bunbunbl0gs @daisysthings

[imagines--galore]

||Masterlist||

Please read rules before sending requests.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR THE MOMENT.

(Always Uploading new Fics)

Avatar The Last Airbender

Pairing: Zuko x Orora

The Thread of Fate - Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

It Was Nothing

Theatrics

I’m Here Beside You

Big Hero 6

Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya

Light 'em Up -  Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, 

Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson

Mind Over Matter - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen,

(Companion piece to Mind Over Matter)

A Slight Frustration

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Hold Me Closer

First Kiss

Don’t Go!

Crossover - Frozen x Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Elsa (Jelsa)

One Step Closer - Part One, Part Two (InProgress)

Digimon

Pairing: Taichi Yagami x Hidemi Senshi

The Next Adventure

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Pairing: Alphonse Elric x Willow Hawkeye(OC)

The Ties That Bind - Prologue, Part One,

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

Homecoming

The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Roy Mustang x Reader

I Will Always Choose You

Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Reluctant Friendship

Justice League DC Universe

Pairing: Superman x Lucky Penny aka Clark Kent x Penelope Pennyworth

Lucky Break

Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader

Part One - Convince Me, Part Two - I’m Convinced

Wedding Drama

Pairing: (Platonic) Superman aka Clark Kent x 12-year-old reader

A New Life

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Rachel

Kiss It Away

Stolen Kisses, Stolen Moments - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Confessions

Last Night

Empowering

Distraction

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Clea

Love, A Kind of Magic - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader

Bleeding Love - Part One & Part Two

Perfection

A Surprising Twist

Sleep Deprived

What the Wife Says Goes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Nothing But a Burden

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Pact Renewed

Because You’re Mine

Not a Waste of Space

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Never Leave Me

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader

My Heart Calls Your Name

Tavern Brawls

Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Evening Star aka The Blue Fairy

Two Spirits Meet - Wishing on a Snowflake I,

Sherlock (BBC)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Serendipity

The Consulting Detective and the Serial Killer

His Love for Her

Your Hand in Mine

Drunken Comfort

Its All Been Arranged

An Unconventional Love Story (Victorian Era AU)

Star Trek(2009)

Pairing: Spock x Kealoha

The Roommate Experiment - Prologue, Part One

Pairing: Spock x Reader

The Little Green Monster

Chasing Away The Darkness

Here For You (InProgress)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Pairing: Leonardo x Amal

Heaven’s Light

A Comforting Embrace

The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Nonverbal Confession

Falling For Him

Heal Together

Drunk on Pheromones

Take All The Time You Need

Falling for the Enemy

The Chronicles of Narnia

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

An Unexpected Turn

We Face It Together

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

The King and the Commoner

The Hobbit

Creepy Crawlies (No Pairing)

Pairing: Kili x Reader

You Are Safe

The Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Legolas x Annúneth

Love Happens(Coming Soon)

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

We Meet Again A Confession Years In The Making

My Prayer, My Light, My Fëa

A Little Introduction to Rock Music

A Promise

Written In The Stars

Treasure Planet

Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader

A Little Competition Goes a Long Way

[sam24]

Metal Arm Cupid

Summary: Bucky didn't know what to expect in the 21st century. But he definitely didn't expect cute girls to barge into meeting rooms and beat people up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

*****

Bucky made no attempt to stifle his yawn as he pretended to listen to the debrief (that was looking more like an argument to him) that was going on way too long for his liking, earning a sharp glare from Steve, but Bucky could tell that deep down, Steve wanted to hightail outta there too.

“Stop taking all the credit, Josh. I was the one who stabbed him. You just sat there and watched like an obese cow.”

Josh (Bucky thought his name was Jack until now) scoffed. “That’s Agent 16 to you, Avery.”

“It’s actually Avril, you little-”

“Agents, you better stop this instantly.” Fury narrowed his eyes at the bickering partners.

“Stop embarrassing me in front of the Avengers, Evelyn, and let me do the talking. Clearly you can’t because of those oversized donkey teeth of yours.” Josh paid no heed to Fury.

The girl (Avril?) gasped and her hand instinctively flew to cover her mouth. “Why you-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” A dangerously calm voice rang through the room.

All eyes flew towards Natasha, you looked like she was going to murder the next person who opened their mouth.

“This is why I don’t go on missions with sensitive baby agents.” She muttered in Russian.

Bucky cracked a smile.

“How come no one listens to me?” Fury grumbled.

“Probably because you aren’t a trained assassin with 20 different weapons hidden on your body, and I bet you also don’t know 5 different ways to kill someone with an oven mitt.” Clint whispered in Fury’s ear.

“It doesn’t matter who stabbed who, it matters what happened in the end. And in the end, I was the one you saved your ungrateful asses, so you can stop arguing like toddlers now.” Natasha growled.

Her eyes narrowed specifically at Josh.

Nobody spoke. Probably because no sane person wanted a bullet from Natasha’s gun in their head.

“You seriously couldn’t have done that 20 minutes ago?”

Of course, though, Tony Stark was far from sane.

“Shut up, Tony.” At least 5 different people said at the same time.

Josh cleared his throat, recovering from his mini paralysis stroke.

“No offense, but-”

Before Josh could get himself killed, loud voices outside of the door made everyone turn.

Honestly, they all probably would’ve turned even to watch a fly so they could ignore Josh’s excuses.

“Miss, I can’t let you-”

“I really don’t care, so move. Now.”

Bruce immediately sat up. “Is that Ace?”

“Oh, thank god.” Tony let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “I’m so bored right now, maybe she’ll make this actually interesting.”

Even though Bucky’s stay at the compound started recently, he had heard plenty of stories about you, the infamous ‘Ace’. To what he’d heard, you worked at the lab with Bruce and Tony, like a daughter to them both. You were an ‘intellectual sage’ (described by Barton), hence the nickname, Ace.

“I said, MOVE!”

“Banner, what is the meaning of this?” Fury ordered.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows and completely ignored him. “What in the world is she doing?”

“Banner!”

“I SAID MOVE, DAMNIT.” A loud thud followed closely and the door was flung open so hard it practically ripped off of its hinges.

“Lord have mercy.” Bruce buried his face into his hands as you barged into the room, pulling along a terrified looking girl behind you.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised with interest as he took in your purple highlights, Converse High-Tops, and Gravity Falls shirt peeking out from under your lab coat.

“Look, missy, in case you haven’t noticed, this is a private meeting. I’m going to give you 5 seconds to leave before I have you escorted out instantly.” Fury demanded.

“Yeah, that’s cool, Patchy the Pirate, just give me a minute.” You weren’t even looking at Fury as you scanned the room.

“Ha! Patchy the Pirate! Laura’s gonna love this!” Clint smacked his hand on the table and leaned his chair back (and almost fell backwards if Steve didn’t catch it, but that’s not the point).

Fury looked like he was seriously contemplating life as you still didn’t spare him a glance, and your narrowed hawk eyes landed on someone behind Bucky.

He followed your gaze to meet Josh, who had raised two fingers in the air cockily to greet you and the girl behind you.

“Josh, you mother fucker.”

And before Steve could say ‘language!’ (yes, Bucky had caught on pretty quickly after Tony would say it every other sentence), you had crossed the room in what felt like just two strides and socked Josh right in the jaw.

The room erupted in chaos.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Steve was up on his feet in a millisecond, his Captain America side taking over.

“That’s it, honey! Do it again!” Tony cheered.

“Is this some kind of Midgardian greeting that I have not yet been informed of?”

“Someone tell me what the hell is going on in my own meeting!”

“That was the best thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Avril grinned.

Natasha didn’t say anything, but her face clearly said ‘girl, me too’.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Sam chuckled from next to Bucky.

“Same.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“Whoa hold up, did you just agree with me??”

“Shut up, pigeon brain.”

“Excu-”

The only thing that stopped Sam and Bucky’s cat fight was another punch to Josh’s precious face, this time right in the nose.

Bruce tried to reason with you from across the whole ass room, practically shouting over all the commotion as Steve tried to pull you away from Josh.

“Ace, sweetheart, why don’t you talk it out instead of going straight to violence? Doesn’t that sound like a better idea?”

“Sounds great, Bruce, but that’s not an option anymore!” You shouted back over your shoulder.

“Look, champ, it’s not right to randomly punch people like that!” Steve was still trying to pry you away from Josh.

“Look, Pops,” You mocked. “It’s also not right to cheat on your girlfriend with some random chick you ran into at a bar!”

Everything stopped.

Except Josh’s struggling from your grasp.

“He cheated on you?” Tony broke the silence, looking like he was going to blast Josh into outer space. “Wait, when were you guys even together? And why in the goddamn world would you date that guy?”

“Not me, dimwit, her.” You point your free hand that was not gripped on Josh’s collar at the girl behind you, looking ready to sprint out of there when all eyes landed on her.

“Just leave it, ma moitié, it’s not worth it.” She said quietly, her words coated in a thick french accent.

Bucky recognized her as the nice agent who gave him a coffee last week after Sam ‘accidentally’ knocked over Bucky’s.

“Just leave it? Absolutely not, hun!”

“Listen to her, Ace.” Bruce pleaded.

“No! This sleazy bastard cheated on my best friend! No fucking way! Literally, who the hell would cheat on a cute french girl?”

“Ace, violence isn’t the right way to-”

“Excuse me?” Josh’s voice rang out, sounding like someone was holding his nose closed shut. “Can someone get me an ice pack?”

You whipped around towards him.

“You. Want. An. Ice pack.” You restated, shooting daggers- no, 7 inch sharp kitchen knives at him.

“My nose hurts.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Y’know, after you turned all Crazy Psycho Lady on me and broke it.”

“You know what?” Your smile dripped with bitterness and sarcasm. “How about I punch it again so it’ll go numb and it won’t hurt anymore?”

You reached your arm backwards to land another punch, but Steve rushed to grab you again, and the chaos resumed.

Tony was instructing you to “kick Steve in the balls and resume beating the shit out of Josh”, while Bruce was very strongly vetoing the idea.

Sam and Clint, meanwhile, were placing bets on how much the medical bill was gonna be.

Suddenly, Bruce rushed over to Bucky.

“Look, man, you gotta help me.”

Bucky looked at Bruce with wide eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah! If you tell her to stop, she would in a heartbeat!”

“Why?” Bucky knew where this was going.

“Because of your metal arm!”

Bucky’s heart sank. Of course you were scared of it. Everyone was. They thought it made him a monster.

So did he.

Even though he was so, so grateful to Shuri for trying to help him feel like a new person with a new arm that wasn’t associated with HYDRA, that bloody ruthless murderer that they made him into never seemed to leave.

He would always be him.

No matter how hard he tried, the memories followed him like a lost puppy, attacking at night when he was trying to sleep.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never shake off the imprint HYDRA had left on him.

No matter how hard he tried or how much Steve told him otherwise, Bucky was still a monster.

A cruel, cold-hearted, evil monster who killed the innocent.

Who killed innocent men, women, and children who didn’t deserve to be killed.

He was the one who deserved to be killed.

“She’s absolutely obsessed with it!”

Bucky choked on his spit.

“Wha-w-what?”

“She adores it.” Bruce rushed. “She says it’s, and I quote, the most beautiful and extraordinary thing to ever be made in history.”

Okay, so apparently Bucky did not know where that was going.

“Still not convinced?” Bruce groaned. “She thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the galaxy. She says it’s the ‘peak of engineering’. You can ask Tony if you still don’t believe me.”

Tony wasn’t extremely fond of Bucky, and neither was Bucky of him, so he decided to take Bruce’s word for it, no matter how much it shocked him.

She likes my arm?

Just because she likes your arm doesn’t mean she likes you, idiot.

“Uh, okay? So, um, what do I do?”

“Tell her to stop!” Bruce lightly shoved Bucky forward when he slowly got up out of his seat.

Bucky hesitantly took a step forward, his mind still trying to process everything.

Bucky maneuvered around Steve, tapping you - who was still out to get it for Josh- on the shoulder after a moment of hesitation.

“Bruce, I already told you, it’s too late-” You spun out of Steve’s grip, but your mouth dropped open when you realized it was not Bruce.

You stared at Bucky with wide eyes. But not out of fear.

Out of adoration.

He was struck with a sudden flash of nostalgia of how his mom looked at him when he gave her a card for Mother’s Day when he was 6.

"Oh, Jamie, I love it.” She had said as she read it with a soft smile.

And that same smile was on your face. “Um, hi there.”

He smiled back.

But not one of those fake smiles he put on to make Steve happy. An actual genuine smile.

And it felt good.

You smoothed out your coat, taking in a breath. “Can I help you?”

Steve stared at the two of you, a grin spreading onto his face.

“I’m not surprised. Those psychos are perfect for each other.” Josh rolled his eyes.

Neither of you heard him.

“Hi, I’m Bucky.”

“She knows.” Tony groaned.

“Shut up, Tony.” Your eyes never left Bucky’s. “Hi Bucky.”

He saw your eyes light up as they made their way to look at his metal arm.

Bruce cleared his throat loudly.

“So, um, Ace. The arm has been giving me a bit of trouble recently. I was wondering if you could maybe take a look at it?” Bucky glanced at Bruce before looking back at you.

“He means now.” Bruce added.

You looked like you were going to faint out of excitement.

“Y-yeah, of course.”

Bruce let out a loud sigh of relief.

“Um, actually.” Bucky started.

Bruce’s head shot up and started mouthing something to Bucky - probably something along the lines of ‘No! Get her out of here before she kills him!’- but he was busy looking at you.

“Maybe you wanna grab a coffee first?”

[queer-ship-tournament]

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Finals ongoing

Your Competing Ships Are:

Tara x Darcy - Heartstopper

Nora x June x Percy - Red, White & Royal Blue

Nico x Will - Riordanverse

Magnus x Alec - The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Alex x Henry - Red, White & Royal Blue

August x Jane - One Last Stop

Simon x Baz - Carry On

Tao x Elle - Heartstopper

Nick x Charlie -Heartstopper

Kit x ty - The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Helen x Aline -  The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Thomas x Alastair -  The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Benedikt x Marshall - These Violent Delights

Jesper x Wylan - Grishaverse

Tamar x Nadia -  Grishaverse

Shara x Chloe - I Kissed Shara Wheeler

Ari x Dante - Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Andrew x Neil - All For the Game

Eric "Bitty" Bittle x Jack Zimmerman - Check, Please!

Laurent x Damianos - The Captive Prince

Ronan x Adam - The Raven Cycle

Kieran x Mark x Christina -  The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Patroclus x Achilles - The Song of Achilles

Nina x Hanne -  Grishaverse

Diana x Gwyn -  The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Evelyn x Celia - The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Mateo x Rufus - They Both Die At the End

Luc x Oliver - Boyfriend Material

Aziraphale x Crowley - Good Omens

Simon x Bram - Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

Bree x Sel x Nick - The Legendborn Cycle

Blue x Red - This Is How You Lose the Time War

Propaganda is highly encouraged! Tag me in it and tag with #the-queer-ship-tournament if making a separate post.

xx

[novashelby]

I'm Not Your Wife, I'm Your Daughter Part II-A Tommy Shelby x daughter!OC Angst FT. Jack Nelson

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Daughter!OC Feat. Jack Nelson

Warning: MDNI. 18+. Mention of murder, death, mention of child abuse, sex abuse, prostitution, emotional abuse, mental abuse.

Word Count: 3,518

Summary: After Evelyn attempts to leave the hospital to go home, one of her father's enemies decides to have a little chat with her. He proposes quite an awful deal in order to build his assets.

Please, if you read it and enjoy it, leave a comment and reblog. It would be so kind of you. I also respond to all comments. It is the best way to build community.

*I am sorry if I got Jack's character wrong. It is my first time writing him.

To her dismay, he was amused, taking slow steps back to her. Tilting his head in morbid curiosity, “and how would you do that? Chop her head off, I mean.” Evie coward in his presence. A short man, but he knew how to make an appearance. He loomed over her, hand resuming his position on her flushed, hot cheek. “Hm? There’s many methods of decapitating heads, but I don’t think my good girl is familiar with many of them-”

“You’re be fucking cynical-”

“Language,” he scolded, but tone even. Low and calm. He was the worst when calm. Though never striking her with his hand, he often had a way of punishing her with his words. The twenty-four year old woman felt small. Once again, pressed against the wooden door frame. The smell of death from the corridor seeping up her nose. His hand cupped her cheek, massaging it. “I’ve taught you better than that, love.”

Despite it all, she leaned into his affection, sighing at how easy it was for her to give into him. “I’m tired. I’m tired of it all, Daddy, and I don’t know how much longer I can be strong for everyone.”

He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. “I know…I know. I know you’re angry. And though I am defensive to all, I understand why you’re angry, but conventional life isn’t suited for an unconventional family, Evelyn. You need to understand that.” He paused, opening his eyes on an exhale. His hand moved gently from her cheek to under her chin, making her look at him. “I did my best with what I had. All I ever wanted was for us to be happy, and perhaps, in some ways I’ve failed you in that regard. But in the great big picture, look at what we have. Everyone wanted for everything, and I got it.”

“I didn’t want everything,” she said, fluttering her eyes open. It was all too much. Being there with Ruby’s dead body just down the corridor. He should have found Lizzie by that moment. Hold her, comfort her, wipe her tears. But there he stood, more upset and scared about losing Evelyn. It made her sick, a bit. That pressure and emotional burden of being her father’s favorite everything. “You should go find her…she needs you, daddy.”

His response was merely a hum. “Hm.” Evelyn couldn’t make it out. Was it an agreement? Or dismissal?

She pressed further. “I’ll miss her-”

“Yeah,” he said, offhandedly, still soaking up his daughter’s presence. “Yeah, me too.” Tommy wrapped his arms around her, feeling a bit of him fall apart when she hesitated. Flashbacks of her running in his arms warmed his heart. The only nostalgia he could hold onto. After a moment, he whispered in thought, “after it’s all done, we’ll leave.”

Evelyn nodded, pulling away, rubbing her eyes in sleep. It was nearly three in the morning at that point. Her father and her shared a very distorted idea of what healthy sleep was, among other things. “Well, you need to find Lizzie first and-”

“No,” he said, stopping her. “When we bury….” Tommy had to stop himself and think about what he was about to say, not truly believing his words. He’d hope that no one mistook his actions because he loved his youngest as he did his second. Just not nowhere near his first. He looked over at Evelyn. It was the only right thing to do. Leave. “When we bury Ruby, you and I will leave-”

“Daddy,” she groaned, closing her eyes in frustration. Had he not listened to anything she said? I’m not your fucking wife! She took a belly deep sigh, holding it as she rubbed her temples. On the exhale, she looked at him. “And leave where? You still have a wife…a son-”

“The ties are broken,” he said. “After this, there’s nothing left holding any of us together, but you and I…we can still be held together.” He reached for her delicate hand, studying the chipped manicure. “We’ll go on the caravan-”

She pulled her hand away, scoffing. “Daddy, I don’t want to go on the caravan! Don’t you understand? Any of it? I’m twenty-four years old-”

“But you love the caravan,” he argued, still seeing the little girl under it all.

“When I was eight, daddy, and everything was new,” she explained. “And when Finn was there and John and Aunty. When we’d play in the fields and looked at the stars, that’s when I liked the caravan.” Evelyn shook her head. “Daddy, what are you and I going to do in the caravan, huh? I’m twenty-four years old. I can’t possibly live with my father in a caravan!”

“But it’d be good-”

“For you?” she asked, knitting her brows. “For me? Where will I sleep? For you? I can’t give you everything you need. It isn’t normal.” Part of him knew she was right, but the other half argued. She could give him everything he needed emotionally. They already were so close all the time, that he hadn’t thought anything wrong with sleeping on the wooden floor next to the one hay filled bed. Partially because he wanted to convince himself it was alright. 

He gave a nod of understanding. “Right, well,” he sighed, massaging his forehead. “Why don’t you go home and when it’s all done, we’ll talk everything over.” She nodded and he opened his arms. “C’mere, love.” Evelyn looked at his widened arms and offered a small smile before walking over, sinking into his body. Tommy held her so tight, hands rubbing her back affectionately. “I don’t believe in God, really, but if I did….” He pulled away, cupping her face with both hands, smiling softly. “I would ask him what I ever did to deserve such a wonderful little girl.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the nose. “Out of everything in my life, you were the only good decision.”

She smiled and nodded, pulling away as she straightened her bag. “I’ll meet Isaiah out front. “ When she turned, Lizzie was standing there. Her whole being was pale as a ghost. It seemed as though she cried a lifetime and couldn’t spare another second to it. Evelyn was better at words than most Shelbys. “I’m going home, I’ll prepare home for the wake.” For you don’t have to, was her reasoning, but really, she couldn’t stand still. She walked towards the door, pausing under the threshold, placing her arm on Lizzie’s shoulder. “It’s awful. It’s really awful.” The older woman couldn’t say anything. When Evelyn left, Lizzie looked at Tommy with a hollow expression. Many thoughts came rushing in. Everyone said it. Tommy Shelby would never be able to love you as long as she was there. Perhaps Grace was better at setting boundaries than she. 

Lizzie walked in and took a seat, cigarette between her fingers. “Where were you?”

Tommy joined her side, taking the cigarette from her and puffing it himself. He looked over at her. “I don’t have an excuse-”

“I had to give her your kiss goodbye,” she said, drained, no emotion left. “Telling her that her father loves her just before I walk in here and I-”

“Let’s bring this home, eh?” he asked, pulling her in for his once a year affection. “Let’s grieve.”

Evie went for the main entrance where she could see the black car. Isaiah had been waiting. She didn’t know for how long, but it was definitely long enough he turned the car off. She smiled, reaching for the handle when an arm slipped between her and the door. Before she looked at the man, she studied his pressed blue suit, decorated with gold cufflinks. Her eyes traveled up his arm to his face, swallowing. She wasn’t one to involve herself with her father’s business, preferring to be distant enough, clueless enough, and safe enough. A handsome gentleman looked down at her, slight grin. She was familiar with his face, but hardly cared enough to learn a name. Probably ignorant of her seeing as though it was Gina’s uncle, famous Irish-American gangster Jack Nelson. Like Tommy Shelby, people knew him. 

“Your father doesn’t give many opportunities for one to seek you alone, Miss. Shelby.” Evelyn flinched away, eying her one escape route. A lone stairwell that led back up to the main hospital area. Where her father was, probably with a gun by his side. She could also scream in hopes Isaiah would hear her. But he was a step ahead, cupping her chin and making her look at him. That smile was like a personal signature to him. “There’s no need. I thought perhaps we could take a ride, you and I-”

“Who are you?” she asked, connecting eyes, and he was nothing short of amused, introducing himself like a gentleman, hiding any evil motive. “Well, Mr. Nelson, I’m simply my father’s daughter and quite frankly, want no business with his friends. Now, if you may excuse me, I’d like to go home. It’s been an awful-”

“I’ve heard,” he interrupted, slipping his hand down to her arm. There was something sickly sweet about the way he was empathetically massaging her arm. “It’s so awful, isn’t it? Young and all.” Evelyn couldn’t remember the last time a man other than her father touched her. Though an unassuming gesture, she felt flushed by the touch. Almost like a little school girl. Jack could read her bashful expression; how her cheeks turned some shade of pink, how she averted her attention, how she acted like a small girl. He thought for a Shelby, she’d have a bit more edge. But over the years, her edge smoothened.

“Thank you, Mr. Nelson-”

“You’re very polite,” he complimented. “If you don’t mind, Miss. Shelby, can we go to my car? I’d like to have a chat with little risk of interruption-ah,” he hummed, noticing the fear in her eyes. “There is a side exit just under the stairwell…and there is no need to fear, if I wanted to kidnap you or kill you, it would have been done. Now, let’s not be silly.” She couldn’t tell you what possessed her. Was it his cool exterior? His calm voice? The gentle manner in which he touched her? But she gave one last look to the car waiting out front before following Jack Nelson to the side exit. 

He wasn’t driving his car. It was an older gentleman who only said a few words when opening the door for them. As the gentleman he was, he motioned for Evelyn to go in first. Hesitantly, she looked at him before sliding across the leather seats. He joined her side. He allowed the driver to start the car and go on their way. “Just towards my home. Is that alright?” He turned to Evelyn. “It’s a little bit of a ride, but perhaps you and I will get to know each other quite well during this time. Bond a bit seeing as though we both wear Boston routes.”

“Do you live here?” she asked, trying to feel out the situation. Her hand kept a steady grip on the door handle.

“Not usually,” he said, eying her hand before reaching over her and prying it off. “No need for that. I’d hate for you to jump out of a moving car and hurt yourself. What if you get a scratch on that pretty face, hm?” He chuckled, pulling her in towards the middle. “In fact, let’s sit closer-”

“Mr. Nelson-”

“Shhh,” he hushed her. 

She sighed, uncomfortably close to him. He propped one of her legs over his while one of his arms was snaked along her waist. His other hand rested on his knee. He sat relaxed, legs spread. He got so comfortable, he loosened his collar on his shirt. She swallowed the lump down and stiffly asked, “what is it exactly you want? My sister just died and I really just want to go home-”

“Mourning is an awful process, isn’t it, Miss. Shelby?” he asked, looking at her. “But it’s a process that will take a lifetime. While this chat will only take a sliver of your time.”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of annoyance. “If there is something you want, Mr. Nelson, I can’t give it to you. My father has kept me sheltered from his business. I have no access to money. I have no access to assets. I have no access to people. I’m as useless as-”

“Your grandfather was an anthropologist-archeologist,” he commented. Evelyn stiffened, looking at him with a look of worry. Evelyn was so disattached to her biological family that she couldn’t remember some of their faces. She met her grandparents only a short few times when she was five and her mother was acting normal. “Quite famous, actually. Did you know he found some rather important artifacts in what was once known as Mesopotamia? Now Iraq…it’s a bit far from here-”

“I know my geography,” she said, jaw a bit tight.

He nodded. “Well, I regret to inform you, but your grandfather has passed on and well, for a very good price, your mother has so kindly sold me some interesting pieces-ah, ah, ah…you don’t like that. Me calling her your mother?” He noticed how Evelyn went pale and her breath hitched. “It’s alright,” he whispered, rubbing her arm. “Anyway, I have to say, those pieces look rather nice in my parlor. I’ve been complimented on them.” 

“What…do…you…want, Mr. Nelson?”

He chuckled, “well,  you think a woman whose whored herself for nearly thirty fucking years would have learnt to be a better business woman.” It was like a switch in Evelyn’s brain. She quickly pushed at him and lunged for the door, kicking her feet as his body. But her small, weak frame was pathetic. Jack was quick to grab her. His kindness shedded slightly as he pushed her back against the seat, holding her there with a hand around her neck. “Now, now, how impolite? To think we were getting along so fucking well!” She didn’t dare protest, his hand pressed against her life. “Now, she sold those very nice furnishings under the condition that she can see you just one last time.” Evelyn’s heart sunk to her stomach, and just as she was a child, she felt her body betray her. She got sweaty, her heart pounded. She was going to lose herself and her daddy wasn’t there to save her.

“I didn’t think you were an artifact dealer, Mr. Nelson,” she said, shaking. She wiggled under him, looking at him with pleading eyes. 

He eased his grip. “Me either, but the money is attractive. There are plenty of people willing to pay me quite a nice price for them. Now, she’s at home-ah, ah, ah. No need to panic. Shhhhhh.” He moved his hand from her throat, rubbing her cheek. “You don’t like mommy, do you, Evie?” She broke loose on the inside, and spilled on the outside as she choked on her tears. She shook as all the childhood trauma she thought she solved slowly seeped back up. “Hmmm, it’s so sad-”

“Mr. Nelson, please,” she begged, closing her eyes. Her chin twitched like a child’s. “Don’t make me-”

Jack pulled out a wrinkled black and white, yellow tinted photo. There were so very few pictures of Evelyn as a child. Tommy had a single photo. There, in Jack’s hands, was her mother’s photo of her that she kept in her handbag. “It’s so sad how someone could be so evil to a little child…Look how fucking cute you were? Wonder why you’re so adored…favorited.” She stared at the photo, observing how little Evie was smiling. Her curls were so thick then. “How she treated you-”

“I don’t think about it-”

“The abuse,” he continued. “I’d hate her, too, if I was you-”

“I feel nothing,” she said, trying to convince more than just him.

“How she’d work as you slept in the same bed.” How did he know all of this? She closed her eyes, trying to block him out, but he wouldn’t stop. “Left you with whores, for days unfed and uncleaned. Hair littered with lice…I couldn’t imagine the pain you felt, crying for a mother who never showed you an ounce of love.”

She took a deep breath, her chest tightening, wheezing. “Just stop…just please stop-”

“And that one time when you thought she bought a pretty dress for a party, but really, it wasn’t for you, was it? That pretty dress. It was green with white lace trimming.” He continued to retell her story, but Evelyn slowly started to sink into a hole of darkness, her mind swirling with memories of her childhood. Her mother was to make nice money that night. It was chicken money. Enough food for a few days. Evelyn remembered walking into a room, her mother’s hands on her back and an unfamiliar man sitting on her bed. Distinctively, she remembered the look on the man’s face…it morphed into something so evil, Evelyn swore she saw the Devil. Her mother left her alone in that room, locking the door from the outside. 

“I never worn a green dress since,” she whispered, lip trembling.

“But he saved you,” he said. “There was knock-”

“On the door, but he didn’t wait for her to answer. He walked in,” she said, continuing the story of how Tommy Shelby saved her from the Devil. Her nails dug into her skin, trying to keep herself calm. “He heard me and the man talking…I was so innocent. And he, he…he pushed my mother-”

“Into the stove,” Jack interrupted. “Your mother still has that scar on her forearm where the hot kettle burnt her-”

“He rushed into the room…my dress was slipping from my shoulders. But the world stopped when he came in. He studied the man for so long before grabbing me and covering me with his wool coat. We went home and he told Aunty Polly to watch me…that he had business to do. I remember hearing the first click of a gun…I remember seeing a gun for the first time-”

“Do you know what he did to that man?” he asked. 

“What do you want with me, Mr. Nelson. I’ve asked you and you’ve only caused me to-”

“I told you,” he corrected her. “I said, that she wants to see you-”

“And I don’t want to.”

“Right,” he nodded, handing her his red handkerchief. “Or, if you’d like, I can end her, but debts don’t pay themselves, Miss. Shelby.” Evelyn shot him a look of confusion. “Oh, like you haven’t thought about her end-”

“I’m not like that-”

“Well, then a family reunion would be very nice, wouldn’t it?” When she questioned what use he’d have of them meeting, he said, “none at all, but I do have good use of putting you in my debt. If I end her, whether or not you agree to it, I’ll put you on my books. And there is only one way to remove yourself.” He positioned her once again half on his lap, helping her clean her face, mumbling how she was a pretty girl. “Just a shame your father has such an unhealthy way of parenting. Poor girl, you probably hardly ever had a night out to yourself in the last few years.” When he was done, he put the handkerchief in his pocket. “I have a nephew…Irish blooded like yourself.” Evie slowly widened her eyes. “Before you object, I’ll have you know, he’s handsome and,” he paused, grinning. “Large cocks run in the family-”

Evie stopped him right there. “So, you are going to kill her then hold me to a debt I never asked to be a part of? And that debt is to…what? Fuck your nephew? Mr. Nelson, I’m not going-”

“Come on, Evelyn,” he whined mockingly. “You’re beautiful. You’re unmarried, no kids….Who will you have to share your father’s assets with when the brain tumor takes over, huh? When he’s gone-”

“B-brain t-tumor,” Evelyn stuttered, a thump in her chest. What tumor?

“You know you’re your father’s favorite,” he continued, ignoring her disheveled, frazzled state. She clung to him, nails digging into his blue suit sleeve. “Your sister is dead…Miss. Stark has filed for a divorce. What do you think you inherited compared to, what’s his name? Charlie? You know that you got that house, that land, those five cars…all that money. Never mind the business and the horses. Wouldn’t it be nice to share it with someone? C’mon, sweetheart, a Boston-Irish girl like you deserves to reconnect with her roots-”

“Take me the fuck home!” She snapped. 

“Then make a deal-”

“I’ll see her then take me home.”

That’s when he grinned. “How do you know that she isn’t already dead and the deal hasn’t already been made? Hm?” Evelyn narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to slap him, when he caught it. Looking at his driver, he said, “take her home.”

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at this rate im just gonna combust when we finally get s2 news

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Wrapped Up in Love

Three Christmases in the life of the Hotchner family.

-x-

Hi friends!

This is a little gift from me to you on Christmas Eve!

Happy Holidays for whatever you do, or don't, celebrate, and I wish you all the love and happiness in the world <3

Love you all very much!

-x-

Warnings: pregnancy, so fluffy you'll need to floss afterwards.

Words: 3.1k

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Emily adjusts her hold on the bundle in her arms. She smiles down at her daughter, looking intently at her face, eager to memorise every tiny feature. She hums softly as the baby shifts in her embrace and whimpers.

“Oh Evie, Mommy’s got you,” she says, lifting Evelyn to press a kiss to her forehead, “It’s hard work being born, huh?” She grimaces as she shifts in the bed, her lower body hurting in ways she didn’t know was possible, “Mommy didn’t have an easy time of it either,” she gently strokes Evelyn’s cheek and then her nose, the slope of it more beautiful than it had ever seemed on her own face, “You’re the best Christmas present ever though, even if you did give me and Daddy a bit of a shock this morning.” 

She wasn’t due for another three weeks. 

Emily’s plan for Christmas Day had been to sit on the couch, eat more cookies than any one person feasibly should, and let Jack talk at her about all of his new toys. Evelyn, it seemed, had other plans. Emily had woken up very early in the morning to a pain in her belly that she initially wrote off as Braxton Hicks contractions, an idea she quickly dismissed when her water broke as she stood up. Aaron had woken up to her shaking him, her voice tight, strangled by fear that her baby wasn’t supposed to be coming yet, as she told him she was in labour. 

It was only when they made it to the hospital, Jack safely with Jessica, that she really thought about the fact it was Christmas, that she was having a baby on Christmas Day of all days. She had spent the time in between contractions worrying about the fact her little girl’s birthday was on a major holiday, that she’d never quite get the attention she deserved. Aaron had tried to calm her down, her physical and emotional support as he sat behind her for hours, never once complaining when she was sure she almost broke his hand. 

She looks up as she hears a knock on the door, “Come in,” she says quietly, smiling as her husband pops his head into the room, his smile wide and full of adoration as their eyes meet, “Hi honey,” she looks down at Evelyn, “Look sweet girl, Daddy is back.” 

Aaron’s smile gets impossibly wider at the sight of his girls together, “Are you two ready for a visitor?”

She nods, well aware that there was only one person that Aaron would have with him. He’d only been out of the room for a matter of minutes, his only goal to meet Jack and Jessica in the waiting room so the young boy could meet his little sister, and she’d missed him. Emily had been clear from the very start that she didn’t want visitors in the hospital, and that Jack was her only exception. 

It ended up being one of the benefits of going into labour when she had. She’d sent a text to the BAU team group chat, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, but hadn’t hinted that she was in labour. 

She could surprise them all tomorrow, send a picture of Evelyn and Jack together and announce she’d unexpectedly given birth earlier than expected, but for now, she wanted to live in this little bubble with her children and her husband. 

“Of course,” she replies, winking at her husband before the door opens, revealing Jack standing next to him, his eyes wide in wonder as he walks into the room, “Hi Jack.” 

“Hi,” he says, stepping closer to the bed, staring at the bundle in Emily’s arms. “Is that baby sister?” 

“Yeah, buddy, that’s your sister” Aaron says, picking Jack up and placing him carefully on the bed so he doesn’t jostle Emily too much, “Now be careful, remember-”

“The baby is small and Mom might be sore,” Jack says, his eyes still fixed on the baby, his fascination so intense he misses how Emily rolls her eyes at Aaron over his head. 

“I’m fine, sweetie,” Emily says, encouraging him to sit next to her, rearranging the blankets around her daughter's face, “This is Evelyn, but we’re going to call her Evie most of the time.” 

Jack gasps and leans in closer, stamping a kiss on Evelyn’s forehead before he sits back up, looking back and forth between his parents, “She’s so pretty, Mom,” Jack says, his smile wide as he leans into Emily’s side, “Just like you.” 

Emily chuckles and shakes her head, turning to kiss his temple, “You’re a charmer,” she says, looking at her husband and raising her eyebrow, “Just like your dad.” 

“Can I hold her?” Jack asks enthusiastically and Emily nods.

“Of course, put your arms like mine,” she says, nodding encouragingly as he does so, “Be careful with her head,” she adds as she hands over Evelyn, shushing her as she whines a little bit, making sure she keeps a hand under her head for extra support, “There you go.” 

The family of four falls into a contented silence as Jack looks down at his younger sister, his smile wide. 

“What do you think, Jack?” Aaron asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. He places his hand on Emily’s leg and squeezes, exchanging a small smile with her. 

“I think she’s the best Christmas present ever.” 

___

Emily was losing her mind. 

She was surrounded by wrapping paper, ‘Happy Birthday’ to her right and ‘Merry Christmas to her left. 

She hated wrapping presents. She wasn’t good at it, didn’t have the patience for it, but it was a necessary evil - especially this time of year. She groans as she looks at the pile of toys in front of her, gifts for Evelyn and Jack mixed in together, and she rests her elbows on the table and her face in her hands. 

“You okay sweetheart?” 

She turns her head just enough to look at her husband, offering him a half smile as he walks over, “I hate wrapping.” 

He chuckles as he sits next to her and places a hot chocolate on the table in front of her, “I know you do,” he says, stamping a kiss against her temple as he reaches out and places his hand on her stomach, rubbing a circle on her bump, “How are you two doing?” 

She smiles as she rests her hand over his, “We’re okay,” she says, scrunching her nose up as she looks at the pile of still unwrapped gifts on the table, “He hates wrapping too.”

Aaron raises his eyebrow at her, “He told you that did he?” 

She shrugs, “He lives inside of me, I just know.” 

He smiles and leans in, stamping a kiss against her lips, “Why don’t you sit there and enjoy your hot chocolate,” he says, sliding it closer to her, “And I’ll take over wrapping.” 

She beams at him, both of them aware that this was the inevitable outcome anyway, and she nods, reaching out for her drink and leaning back in her chair, “The giant stuffed dog is for Evie’s birthday, the PlayDoh Kitchen is for Christmas.” 

“I know, Em,” he says, winking at her as he starts to measure out paper, doing it much more meticulously than she would, “I went to the toy store with you,” he smiles wryly, “And last year she was more interested in the wrapping paper than the toy we actually bought her.”  

She nods, sipping her hot chocolate, “Sorry, honey,” she says, watching him as he works, “I think I’m just…overthinking it. She’s turning 3 and it’s the first birthday and Christmas she’s going to really understand.” 

He puts down the scissors and reaches over to squeeze her knee, “I know, baby,” he assures her, “And you’re five months pregnant, so everything feels a little sharper.” 

She presses her lips together, one of her hands drifting down to her bump, smiling at the sensation of her son moving, “That too,” she sighs, looking over the pile of gifts, “I…I feel bad sometimes. I worry she’s going to grow up and feel bad because her brothers have separate days and she has to share her day with everyone.” 

Aaron shifts closer, wrapping his arm around her as he pulls her into his side, “Em, she’s the happiest little girl,” he says, “And we’ve always made a point that the morning is her birthday, the afternoon is Christmas, and we’ll keep on doing that,” he places his hand on her bump, “And her little brother will understand it all too.” 

She hums, “I hope so,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder, “Speaking of the kids, where are they?” She asks as she looks around, “It’s too quiet.” 

He chuckles, “Last time I checked Jack was showing Evie how to play a game in the living room.”

She smiles and she nods, placing her hot chocolate down and kissing his cheek before she stands, “Well, your youngest son is bouncing on my bladder, so I’ll check on them on the way to the bathroom.” 

He grabs her hand as she walks past and presses a kiss to her knuckles, “Love you.” 

“Love you too,” she replies, squeezing his hand before she leaves the room, suppressing a yawn as she looks at her watch and rolls her eyes, “It’s only 6 pm,” she grumbles to herself, “You’re zapping all my energy sweet boy.” 

She stops outside of the living room when she hears her children’s hushed voices, pausing just out of sight so she can hear them. 

“I’ll write your name for you, Evie,” Jack says, “And you put on the glitter.” 

“Momma loves glitter.” 

Emily chuckles at the delight in her daughter’s voice, and she covers her mouth to stop herself from disturbing them. She absolutely did not love glitter, especially in what she was sure in large amounts on her hardwood floor, but she loved her children, so she’d put up with finding glitter on the floor for the rest of her life if it made them happy. 

“Exactly. That’s why we’ve got to make her the best card, because she’s the best Mom,” Jack says, and Emily blows out a steady breath, tears already pressing at the back of her eyes. 

“The best Momma!” 

She presses her lips together to stop them from trembling, but tears slip past her lashline, splashing onto her cheeks at the sound of her daughter’s sweet voice. 

“They’re right you know,” Aaron says softly, appearing behind her so quietly that she jumps, her hand on her chest as she turns to look at him, “You are the best.” 

She smiles as he pulls her into a hug, his arms tight around her, and she presses her cheek to his shoulder. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that this was her life, that she had a family of her own. A husband she loved beyond measure and children that were the centre of her world. 

“Aaron?” She says softly, and she feels the way he hums in response, feels it rumble from his chest to hers, “I still really need to go pee so you need to stop squeezing me.” 

He lets go of her, a smile on his face as he steps back, “You go to the bathroom, I’ll go make sure the monsters aren’t entirely covering the living room with glitter as they make our cards.”

On Christmas morning, the presents for everyone still tucked away under the tree as Evie excitedly unwraps her birthday presents, Emily sits on the couch, a cup of tea in hand, and revels in her ordinary, extraordinary life. 

___

She yawns as she picks up balled-up wrapping paper, unceremoniously dumping them into the recycling bin she’d pulled into the living room. She smiles at the mix of Christmas and Birthday paper, something that had been normal in their house for 15 years now. 

“Mom, do you want some help?” 

Emily turns and smiles at Evelyn, the teenager standing with her arms crossed in the doorway, “If don’t mind, honey,” Emily says, and Evelyn walks in, leaning down to start picking up paper too, “Where’s everyone else?”

“Jack is FaceTiming his girlfriend,” Evelyn says, rolling her eyes when she thinks of her older brother, “Apparently a whole week away from college might be the end of them both.”

Emily smiles as she watches her daughter clean up. Everyone had always said Evelyn was the double of her, in looks and attitude, and she knew it was true. It had been strange at first, raising someone who was exactly like her and struggling to see the faults her mother had always pointed out to her. All the parts of her own personality that people told her she’d struggle with when she was on the receiving end of them nothing short of amazing to her, each of them contributing to the beautiful person her daughter was turning into.

“Be nice,” Emily says, smiling wryly as Evelyn looks up at her with a raised eyebrow, “One day you’ll meet someone and fall in love and be just as disgusting about it,” she chuckles, “But don’t do it too soon, you might give Dad a heart attack and I quite like having him around,” she adds and Evelyn laughs too, the sound matching Aaron’s perfectly, the one thing she’d seemingly picked up from her father, “What about everyone else?”

“Ollie is reading his new book in bed,” she explains, and Emily thinks of her 12-year-old son, his love of learning and reading something that she treasured and would protect forever, even if it meant she had to go to the school and talk to the kids who called him a nerd, “And Dad is reading Willa a story because she insisted and we all know he’s wrapped around her finger.” 

Willa had been a surprise, an addition to their family they weren’t expecting a few years after they’d agreed Oliver would be their last. Emily had assumed her mood swings and exhaustion were perimenopause, the start of the next stage of her life. The sadness, the pull of regret in her belly, felt strange, misplaced even, until her doctor told her she was pregnant, the final piece of the puzzle they hadn’t known was missing. Willa was funny, her sense of humour sharp for a 9-year-old, and she lived to make the people around her laugh. 

“You say that like he isn’t wrapped around yours,” Emily quips, her smile getting wider as Evelyn jokingly sticks her tongue out at her. She smiles as she dumps the last of the wrapping paper into the recycling and she sighs, “Want to pick a movie whilst we wait for your dad?” 

Evelyn’s eyes light up, “I get to pick?” 

Emily smiles, “It’s your birthday honey, of course you get to pick,” she squeezes her daughter’s shoulder as she passes her, “I’ll get the hot chocolate.” 

She makes quick work of making the drinks, making sure she puts extra marshmallows in Evelyn’s, and she walks back to the living room. Evelyn was on the couch now, a blanket over her lap. Emily walks over and puts the hot chocolates down on the coffee table and sits next to Evelyn, she smiles when the teenager puts the other half of the blanket over Emily’s lap. She then rests her head on her mother’s shoulder, sighing contently as Emily lifts her arm and lets her snuggle closer. 

“Did you have a nice birthday?” Emily asks, running her fingers through her daughter’s long dark hair.

Evelyn nods against her, “I did, thank you for all my gifts,” she tilts her head to look up at her, “Can I ask you something?”

Emily nods, “Of course you can.”

“Where do you even find birthday wrapping paper this time of year?” She asks, her brow furrowed, “When I was picking out stuff to wrap my gifts for everyone I couldn’t see it anywhere.” 

Emily chuckles, “I buy it when I buy stuff for Jack’s,” she says, “Just to make sure I have it.” 

Evelyn smiles at her, “Why? I mean, I love it, but you don’t have to worry. I know you’re busy.” 

She shrugs at her daughter's question, “Ever since you were born, and you were that tiny little baby in that hospital room, I promised you that I’d always make sure you felt special on your birthday,” she says, still playing with Evelyn’s hair. 

Evelyn smiles at her, “You’ve always done that, Mom,” she says, “You’re the best.” 

Emily presses her lips together to stop her daughter from seeing them tremble, her children and their open affection for her something that had always been her Achilles’ heel. It was something she treasured, a sign that she’d done what her mother had never done for her - raised them in a way that let them know they were loved. 

“I remember on your second birthday you were more interested in the wrapping paper,” Emily says, changing the subject just enough so she could get her emotions under control. She smiles wistfully as she thinks about when Evie was a tiny little thing, not the gangly teenager who was leaning against her, “You didn’t look at your actual present for days.” 

Evelyn chuckles, “I have always liked shiny things.” 

“You get that from your Dad,” Emily jokes and they both laugh, sinking further into each other, both of them enjoying some rare alone time together. 

“What are you two laughing at?” Aaron says as he walks into the room, his eyebrow raised as they both turn to look at him and start laughing even harder. He shakes his head and walks over, dropping a kiss on his wife’s lips before he rounds the couch and sits on Emily’s other side, sandwiching her between him and their eldest daughter. 

“Nothing, honey,” Emily says, her hand on his cheek as she pulls him in for a quick kiss, making a point of doing it again when Evelyn groans in disgust next to him, “Evie picked the movie.” 

“Well of course,” he says, leaning back to look at his daughter over his wife’s head, “She’s the birthday girl.” 

Evelyn smiles widely, “I’m the best Christmas present ever,” she says. It was something she’d repeated every year ever since Emily had told her that’s what Jack had called her when he met her, something that embarrassed the now 22-year-old. 

Emily smiles and squeezes her daughter against her, “You really are.” 

-x-

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Masterlist

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Disney's Hercules

Hades x reader

Hot as Hades (mini series)

Chapter 1 - Call me with a prayer

Chapter 2 - Prophecy

Chapter 3 - Third base (18+)

Chapter 4 - Invitation

Chapter 5 - The party

Grigori Rasputin x female reader

See you in Warsaw

The Witcher

Eskel x reader

Another friendly one?

Supernatural

Loki x Sigyn

ᛁᛁᚾ-ᛘᛅᚾᛁ - Einmana (lonely)

ᛘᚢᚾᚢᚦ - Munuð (lust) (18+)

Good Omens

A drunken kiss (Aziraphale x female reader)

Speak French to me (Aziraphale x demon!female reader)

Harry Potter

I don't need your help! (Young Snape x reader)

The Mummy

Resut (Rick O'Connell x Evelyn Carnahan)

How is my wife more badass than me? (Rick O'Connell x female reader)

You've got to crack a few eggs to make a fire (Rick O'Connell x Evelyn Carnahan)

Borderlands 3

Timothy Lawrence x female reader

The handsome "Not-Jack" pot

Cheering up Timothy (18+)

Stranger Things 4

The Samwise to my Frodo (Eddie Munson x female reader)

Star Wars: Jedi: Survivor

Connected through the Force (18+) (Cal Kestis x female reader)

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The Expanse

Rough day (Joe Miller x reader)

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He's Back

Alex x GN Farmer

Alex is finally going pro so a deadbeat has decided to make themselves known.

It was a warm fall day, Alex, his grandparents, and you were outside fixing up the house for winter.

The gutters needed cleaned and there was a side of the house that could use a fresh coat of paint, and of course the leaves were everywhere.

You four were enjoying this time because this time by next year Alex would be going pro and instead of being by your side he'd be on the television.

Kent and Elliott had stopped by not too long after the work began and felt obligated to help out. Elliott was talking with Evelyn stuffing the leaves into garbage bags that looked like jack-o-lanterns.

Alex climbed down the ladder that Kent was holding and stopped to watch for a second as you painted the side of the house, he let out a low whistle.

"Think I'm refreshed."

You looked over at him and laughed, he hopped down the ladder and came up behind you and held you close.

"Five minutes break!" He called out.

"No way." You said trying to squirm away, "I'm almost done."

While you squirmed the brush slipped from your hands causing it to swing and smear some paint into Alexs' hand, you both looked at it for a moment before Alex wiped the paint on your cheek.

You gasped and he let you go just in time for you to chase him around the house with the brush.

Evelyn watched you two fondly as George yelled out to you both;

"Don't go spilling all that paint!"

The fun was cut short when a man stepped towards the house recognizing the two elders.

"Alex?" A voice called out.

Alex froze as he came around the house, he put his hand out to stop you from going further as if it was going to protect you from the sight unfolding in front of you.

A man stepped into view, he looked completely unfamiliar the only few things that may have looked somewhat familiar to you was maybe his nose and hair.

You gripped Alex's dark skinned hand and he squeezed yours in return.

"Who are you?" Kent questioned crossing his arms.

"Alex?" The man called again completely ignoring Kent. Evelyn placed a hand on her heart and went to stand beside her grandson. Elliott stood in front of you both to stop the man from getting any closer.

"Get the Hell out of this town!" George growled out. "Yer not welcomed here!"

"I have a right to see my son Mullner." The man growled out.

"I'm not your son." Alex said barley above a whisper.

"Look at you!" The man said standing just foot back from punching distance. "I saw your name in the Grid Ball line up and then when I looked it up to make sure it was you I saw you got married!"

Alex pushed you behind him like it was going to hide you. Gently you push Alexs' hand away and step forward.

"Your Alex's sperm donor?" You ask sweetly.

The man is taken aback by the term it give you time to continue.

"I didn't know it was national deadbeat day? Who knew that you folk like to show up out of nowhere and spread your bullshit? Now I've got three bombs on me (freshly made), and Kent and I both are armed so get off of the Mullners property before I bust them out."

Kent lets out a snort behind the man who is starring at you completely offended.

"Are-Are you going to let them talk to me like this?!" The man says starring at Alex. "Your own father?!"

"Alex is more of any man's son here than yours." Elliott said sharply. "Now from what I'm guessing you're only here because Alex is finally accomplishing his dreams, no thanks to you, so you're here to mooch off of his success. If you wanted to become his father you would've called long before this."

"Who the fuck is this dweeb?!" The man said to Elliott.

"This dweeb is one of the men who's had the privilege of being a father figure to Alex! Who's gotten to see him graduate, help him with homework, and each and everyone of us in this town showed up for at least one of his games! Now I suggest you go find one of your many other children thst you may have accidentally drunkenly conceived before we pull out our weapons."

Alex's biological father looked like he was going to explode with rage;

"IM HIS FATHER YOU FA-"

"You're not my fucking father!" Alex yells stepping beside you. "You left my mom and didn't even bother to show up for her fucking funeral! You're nothing but a trashy deadbeat and I know my partner's waiting for me to give the word to drop kick you to China. So what the hell do you want?"

"Son-" the man begins but stops when he sees Alex's stare. "Alex. I...I'm sorry I figured we should get to know each other. You're going pro now and you're gonna need your family behind you."

You and Alex look at each other with a knowing look before you pull out your sword from it's sheath.

"Get out." Kent says, the sound of a gun loading is all the man needs before high-tailing it away back to the bus stop.

You turn to your in-laws and promise to finish up tomorrow, Kent and Elliott nod and start to clean up for you while you take Alex home.

He's quiet for a while, until he gets back to the house and uses your axe, mumbling something about trees needing to be cleared.

You fix the both of you a cold drink before going outside to sit with him.

His shirt's off now, thrown on the bench, he's cursing as he shows the pine tree he's cutting down absolutely no mercy. It doesn't take long for it to fall and when it does Alex stands there panting, carefully you wrap your arms around him.

Alex releases a shuddering breath and turns to you, burying his head into your neck and starts to cry. Gut wrenching sons that sound so quiet it's most likely he's used to making them that small. Your arms wrap around him tighter as continues to cry, when he's finished you two sit on the bench and he drinks what you've brought out to him.

"You know," you say softly. "I think if Kent and I worked together, we could make a rocket to actually send him to China."

Alex laughs and interlocks your fingers together, he brings your hand to his lips.

"I love you." He says in a dry voice. "I swear when we have kids I'll never do that to you, I'll never leave I swear."

"Aw man that means I'm stuck with you for life?" You say in a sarcastic voice.

Alex looks over and sees your face split into a smile. He pulls you over into a fight hug and says; "Yup."

Looking up at him you place a peck on his lips.

"For life." He says.

"Promise?" You ask.

"Promise." He says.

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Please Don't Go

Jack Mercer x Reader

Summary: you had known Jack for years, and even gotten into a relationship. When the two of you join his brothers for their mother's funeral, you weren't expecting this outcome.

WARNING(S): Four Brothers spoilers, major character death, angst, swearing.

It had happened so fast.

While Angel and Bobby were busy interrogating Jeremiah, a knock was heard at the front door.

Curious, you had followed Jack to see who had knocked, as it was unusual for the Mercer household.

The two of you were met with a masked man, insulting Evelyn and throwing a snowball at Jack's face before beginning to walk away.

You should have stopped him. Should've grabbed his arm and told him it wasn't worth it. Lead him back to the couch to just forget about it.

Instead, you watched as he ran out towards the masked guy, anger raging through him not only because of the insult of his mom, but the snowball as well.

As you saw the man begin to pull out a gun, you found yourself running, by no volition of your own.

You heard someone calling yours and Jack's names, it was most likely Bobby. But you didn't care enough to think about it.

As you got closer, a gunshot rang out. And then another. And then multiple more.

You didn't know if you were one of the ones who got shot, and hell, maybe you were. But your focus was on your boyfriend, bleeding out and laying in the snow, calling out to you and Bobby with a rack of sobs.

You stumbled towards him, facing your back towards the shooters as if that would help Jack stay alive, though you knew better.

Your ears began to ring, the gunshots blurred with the yells, your heart thumping hard in your chest.

Your hands found themselves trying to cover his wounds as he grabbed onto you for dear life. He was scared, and not just for himself anymore.

You were actively putting yourself in danger. He was trying to get you to lay low or to find a spot in which they wouldn't be able to hit you, but that distant look in your eyes told him you weren't listening.

Almost unconsciously, you began to mumble comforting words to him. Whether it was really for yourself, him, or both of you, you didn't know.

One shot.

Two shots.

And suddenly, none.

Bobby, Angel, and Jeremiah made their way to the two of you, Bobby holding onto Jack who was now laying in your lap.

You couldn't tell what the boys were saying, but the yells were obvious. They were trying to have someone call 911.

"Please don't go." You found yourself begging, eyes downcast and cloudy as you looked down at Jack, one of your hands going through his hair in a comforting manner like you always had.

His eyes greeted yours, a smile on his face as blood poured from his throat.

"Shit, she's hit too!" Angel shouted as he noticed that the pooling blood wasn't just from Jack.

You didn't care, all that mattered to you was keeping the boy in your arms alive. But it was too late, he was gone. His skin cold against your own as your hand kept caressing his hair in that gentle, comforting way.

Darkness began to consume your sight, the adrenaline beginning to wear off as the gunshot wounds took over.

Bobby was holding your face in his hands as you felt yourself get weaker, "now don't you die on me too, ya hear?!" He cried, he was desperate. He had already lost his mom, and now his brother. He couldn't lose you too.

"Sorry, Bobby." You grinned with what little strength you had left, just to sass the man in front of you before death took a hold of you.

"No, don't you do that shit to me. Don't you do that shit!-"

That was the last thing you heard before you collapsed.

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