#jacks just loves her so much

[moobell55]

New Evajacks fic coming sometime early this week 🫡 I promise yall on this one and it answers a few asks that’ve been rotting in my Inbox for months 😭

P.s. We may see Evajacks and their children 🙈

[popsicle-stick]

“Why, this beats even shorthand! May I hear it say something?”

a commission of jack and mina from the scene where he's showing her the phonograph!

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[hellspawnmotel]

I finished wild arms yesterday! what a great game

[ryllen]

You know I am surprise Sebek that is never jealous to anyone who is close to Yuu. It is a boys school and I can imagine some have crushes on her.

[jackmkelly]

i wish people treated medda as if she was more than jacks mother figure. yes she is that and yes its beautiful that shes willing to be that for him & the fact that he has that support system & safety net is wonderful HOWEVER, shes also a black woman in 1899 who is successful enough to run her own theatre. shes also a woman who was willing to risk losing her theatre or getting blacklisted because she helped those kids and allowed them to hold a rally in her theatre. (in the book she literally mentions the papers have power over her too. if reviews don’t get published her career is at risk). shes an Incredible and mesmerizing performer who can fill seats nightly. shes probably saved a few of the boweries from ending up on the streets. she lets jack come in and get paid for doing art which he just Enjoys. clearly shes just willing to Help people who heed it. shes an incredibleeee character with an enormous heart and while she does love jack she is so so much more than “jacks mom” :’)))

[that1notetaker]

@midoristeashop THIS bottom corner drawing you mean?

[sistersgrimm13writes]

I have one last Furiosa post for the day (before I have to get back to writing and editing the fifth chapter of my completely self-indulgent, non-canon retelling of the FuryJack love story) and it is specifically in regards to the scene where she almost stabs him after waking up from a nightmare.

In the beginning of the scene, they are shown sleeping close together, closer together than any of the other Praetorians, a scant inch of space between their bed rolls. It only shows Jack's face for a micro-second, before the previous scene even fully fades away, and his eyes are shut, presumably because he's already asleep.

Then it zooms in on Furiosa, in the grips of a nightmare where hands are grabbing at her, but right before it zooms all the way in on her face, we see this:

Just as she starts to shift uncomfortably, Jack shifts, too, and his hand is already reaching for her. Meaning, that this man was so in tune with her that he woke up from a dead sleep because he could feel that she was starting to have a nightmare. And he doesn't shy away when the reaction to his touch is almost a knife to the face, doesn't try to disarm her or grab for the knife (the one that he gave her the first day they truly met), instead, he leaves his hand loosely circling her wrist as she stops shaking and her breathing begins to slow, staying with her even when she lays back down.

They know each other so well and trust each other so much, that no words are exchanged or need to be. He just wakes her up when he feels her having a nightmare and holds her the only way he can when they're surrounded by people who mistake softness for weakness, and she lays back down to go to sleep, still staring directly into his eyes as the scene fades to black.

It's incredible that they were able to capture that, that they took the time down to the very frame-by-frame to layer on just how close these two were. Even if you hated the movie, or want the relationship between them to stay super ambiguous, this level of story crafting is absolutely insane and should be commended.

[dollypopup]

hm. idk, maybe the reason Luke Newton isn't announcing new projects or posting any Bridgerton content is because some of you demons treated him like hot trash instead of a creative that you wanted more work from and he decided fuck it, this isn't worth the stress. you know, like a lot of creatives who get mistreated do?

like this is a man who went from couch surfing in a friend's house and bartending to make ends meet, deciding that the Bridgerton audition was the last one he'd do before he quit, to suddenly being recognized on the street because that last audition propelled him to star in a global show where fans who have zero media comprehension blamed him for his character's actions and literally stalked him at any hotel he happens to stay at. he went from being a dude doing musical theatre and shopping at thrift stores and recording random songs with friends and posting silly memes on Twitter to being harassed on his only social media page and his friends insulted and his partners bullied by his supposed 'fans' and anything he posts being so microanalyzed that he can't do a damn thing without someone coming out the woodwork screaming about how he's the WORST and won't he think of the FANS!?

like damn he can't have a girlfriend without being harassed, he can't travel without being harassed, he can't like or not like social media posts without being harassed, he can't post a fucking MEME without being harassed, he can't take a vacation or cut his hair or hold someone's hand or just live his life without being blamed for some bullshit or another. but yeah, okay, 'when will Luke Newton come back?' as if it isn't your fault he's AWOL now

[jazzkrebber]

I love thinking about how both Jesper and Kaz look completely different from other people's povs (Jesper like a flirty sharpshooter and Kaz like the guy with the plan), whereas when you get into their heads all they're thinking about is their love interests

meanwhile there's Matthias who's so incredibly bad at hiding how he feels about Nina, everybody knew exactly how he felt on the inside because it's what he showed on the outside

[h-didanart]

Doodle dump time y’all!

And it’s all Bloodmoon! (As always)

Starting off with the grief duo, Bloody and Harvest, and Original. You’ll get no context to this for some more time lol

And then Ruby and Vermillion but in a human form, cuz I think I wanted to map out their scars or something, they’re mostly from their time under Jigsaw’s control (which they don’t know much about) and from random scratches they got while hunting (which they also don’t know about)

And miscellaneous silliness from the main three and Original :3

And now we have Retired!Bloodmoon getting emotional over getting a flower, yes they ate it, no they didn’t know how else to deal with the emotions

And this is the not-awaited-at-all sequel to babysitter Retired!Bloodmoon babysitting the other Bloodmoons who got turned into Droplets (hi Tato!), they had to get some help though so they got Solar to help them, and along the way came KC

oh, and a totally canon thing that totally happened 100%, completely real (it isn’t, that was all a joke, though it’d be kinda cute if it were canon to them both)

You will not get context for this too soon (still need to draw like 2/3 of what I want for the intro to that au :P)

Yeah :P

[moobell55]

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

~An Evajacks smut I've been working up for some time, Smutty but also very Fluffy, He just really loves her, I made this for Valentine's day~

18+ -Smut Ahead, all characters are the age of consent in this-

It was a quiet evening in The Hollow as a light rain poured onto the roof top, filling the air with the scent of fresh rain. The sun had set only an hour ago but the darkness of the North cast away any remaining light from the sky.

Evangeline had retired to their shared bedroom not too long ago, stating that it was a "Hair washing night" and she needed time to do it properly.

Jacks wasn't sure what that meant entirely, but nerveless he kissed her before whispering a quick I love you into her thoughts. She looked disappointed when he didn't follow her up the stairs.

He wasn't really sure why she looked disappointed, after all having him in the same space as her when she was naked would prove a distraction for Jacks. They've been living together for weeks, sharing each other's company, cuddling to their hearts content, and proving the most trouble for Jacks was sleeping in the same bed together.

They'd not yet bedded each other yet, he didn't want to push her into something she didn't want yet. They weren't yet married, despite sleeping in the same bed and sharing many heated kisses and touches.

But that was all they ever shared as Jacks often pulled away before anything moved under her clothes. He didn't want to rush her or pressure his sweet Evangeline to lay with him simply because he couldn't control his lust.

He wanted her, wanted her love, her time, her kindness, her kisses and her body all for himself. He could wait a lifetime without having her simply to be in her existence everyday of his mortal life.

Oh how he loved her, the only good thing is his long immortal life. As he sat there thinking about his Little Fox, a sweet voice caressed the corners of his mind.

Jacks, come to bed I miss you already.

A smile grew across his shape face at her sweet words.

Of course my Love, I'll be right there Little Fox.

A laugh sounded through his head, one he could sense anywhere.

Hurry, I have something I want to show you.

He sat up and began making his way through the long wooden corridors of The Hollow.

Does my Little Fox have a surprise for me?

Another warm laugh traveled through his mind as he at last caught sight of their bedroom door; it was a simple door made of spruce wood, and had a lock that didn't actually lock.

You'll just have to open the door and see my Prince.

Opening the door Jacks was met with a sight sweeter than any Apple he'd ever tasted, one he couldn't quite believe for himself.

Evangeline was naked, well not naked but the cloth barely covering her breasts hardly counted, and the sorry excuse for undergarments that didn't cover much of anything. A familiar blue shirt caught his eyes, from where it sat on her shoulders.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" Seemed to be the only possible thought his mind could conquer, in the sight of so much of her soft flesh being exposed.

She raised a brow and spit out a chuckle, and pulled her face into a smirk, a look rarely seen from his Little Fox.

He watched as she sat up on the bed, her cleavage even more on display and on the verge of threatening to spill out of the lacy blue and gold bra.

Her smirk concerned Jacks, "Why Yes love, I found it lying around and decided it looked more comfortable than a nightgown."

His mind was not working, centuries of scheming must've worn him down; or truly it was the sight of the half (more like 3/4) naked love of his life before him. His eyes zoned in on the softness of her thighs, taking in every inch of the soft, rosy exposed skin that he could.

Without drawing his eyes away he spoke, breathless, "Is there any reason for all of this?"

Evangeline huffed out a laugh and his eyes snapped to the rise and fall of her breasts.

"Well Love, I've been trying to seduce you for the past week but nothing seems to be working," her tone was full of mock annoyment.

"Oh," seemed to be the only thing he could think of.

She laughed, "That's why the nightgowns have been getting shorter, but since you didn't notice I took matters into my own hands."

Her words bought his eyes away from her chest and back to her face.

"That's why you've been wearing those? I thought it was because they looked more comfortable."

She simply smiled and patted the bed next to her, becoming him forward. His feet seemed to move on their own as the next thing he knew their thighs were touching as he sat next to her on the bed. His spot next to her let him feel the pure heat radiating off her body, and also provided him a rather lovely viewpoint of her breasts.

Carefully she took his chilled hands in hers and held them in her lap. A lovely blush had risen on her cheeks, a blush that he wanted to kiss all the way across her body.

"I've been wearing them in hopes that you would take my message," her tone sounded almost bashful. So different from her previous demeanor.

It was his turn to go back to his normal snarky and teasing self.

"And what message would that be my sweet Vixen?" Lifting a golden brow in a mock challenge against her.

Suddenly that previous bold spark in her returned, a scheming look appearing in her sapphire eyes that sent his body aflame. Quickly she moved her hand against his clothed chest, running her hand over the hard panes of his chest while bringing her mouth to his ear.

Hot breath fanned his neck, "Well I've been waiting for you to fuck me, but it seems you're so old you must've forgotten how." As she pulled away she bit the corner of his ear and tugged at it, just how he often did to her.

A growl left his lips and she did nothing but smile, and remove her hands from his chest.

However she didn't stay off of him for long, her arms moved to push him back against the bed then carefully made her way to the buttons of his shirt. She perched herself on his thighs and took his shirt in hand, examining the buttons before ripping his shirt right down the middle. She smiled and ran her hands over the panes of his now exposed chest.

"You told me once that everyone should have their clothes ripped off sometime," desire coated her voice.

His hands moved to her hips and pulled her down to his level, hearing every little movement of her rapidly beating heart. He felt his lust for her begin to overwhelm his thoughts, and he surly knew she could feel him hard beneath her.

Rose Gold strands of hair fell down around their faces creating a certain with just the two of them hidden beneath.

A lustful smile covered his face, "In that case I'm going to rip these off you then," his hands quickly grabbed her rather full behind and gave it a squeeze.

She let out a small shriek and fell onto his chest, giving Jacks the chance to begin sucking on the exposed skin of her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts. Red and purple marks were left in the wake of his lips, painting a clear path to where they were headed.

He pulled away briefly and met her eyes asking permission.

Go ahead, please I've been waiting long enough for you, her voice sent chills across his mind and his growing desire only burned hotter.

He carefully moved his hands to cup her clothed breasts, they filled his hands almost completely; which was perfect in his opinion as it made them easier to squeeze. Carefully he felt the weight of them as he ran his thumbs over the tops, kneaded them back and forth between his cold hands.

Watching every move Evangeline's face contorted into as he played with them, hearing the quiet moans that slipped from her lips every time he gave a small squeeze.

His hands traveled to the middle of the lace, and with a firm tug it ripped right in half. Giving him a perfect view of them as they hung in front of his face.

She watched as he licked his lips like a man starved, as his hands quickly returned to her breasts. This time he focused on her rosy nipples, drawing circles of them and giving them firm tugs that had her fighting moans. He gave a firm pinch to them and the moan that slipped out caused his hardened cock to twitch in his pants. A whimper left her lips from where she felt it against her drenched, still clothed core.

He ground his hips into her from below and the friction causes her to practically fall on top of him. Giving him the perfect opportunity to lick a strip up the middle of her breasts, which his face now rested between. She cried out and his heated gaze met hers, a smell look of worry on her face.

“Evangeline? Is this all right?”

A nervous smile come over her face, and she sat upright on his lap so her breasts were no longer in his face.

“I don’t want to accidentally suffocate you,” she was unable to meet his eyes as she spoke.

A boisterous laugh left him, he was unable to help himself despite the growing look of anger on her face.

He licked his lips, “I’d be quite happy with being suffocated with your breasts; in fact I’d enjoy if even more if you sat on my face. I think you thighs would cause me a very lovely death.”

He didn’t sound like he was kidding from the look on his face. In fact he looked rather happy to be thinking about the thigh of dying because of her thighs.

A surprised look covered her face, “I see you’ve thought a lot about this.”

A chuckle left his lips, and he said nothing and just pulled her back down onto him. His long fingers once again finding hold on the soft skin of her chest. Using his knees her pushed apart her legs further so she was positioned right above his clothed member.

"I dreamed of it more like. You're a very hard person to fall asleep next to, and its not because you love stealing all the blankets despite being a furnace." He squeezed her breasts as he spoke, seemingly doing it with no thought. "It's because when we cuddle you love to push that lovely behind of yours right against my crotch, makes it rather hard to sleep when I'm hard as a rock behind you."

A bright red blush covered her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from the pure desire that filled his tone.

"So yes, I would say that I think about it quite often," golden strands of hair framed his sharp face and Evangeline felt as if it put her under a spell.

Her hands moved to his gilded locks, intertwining with the soft strands as a low groan slipped from him. Only a devil could have hair as perfect as Jacks, well only a devil could be as eye appeasing as he was.

"Do you like it when I play with your hair?" Evangeline knew the answer but she wanted to know if he liked it when she would pull and tug at it.

Smirking he pinched her nipples suddenly, causing both a cry to form and her to tug at his blond locks. At the pain his eyes rolled partly back into his head and a loud gasp of pleasure to fill the room.

With a lazy grin he flipped them over on the bed, his strong hands left her breasts to rest gently on her waist. He was propped up on his elbows to keep his weight off her, she moved her hands to rest them against his muscled back.

Evangeline rather liked the feel of him on top of her, the glow of the firelight making his hair shimmer in the dark of their room.

"Evangeline." His voice held a question.

"Yes my love?"

Cool circles were being rubbed into the exposed flesh of her thighs, sending tingles throughout her over sensitive body. Jacks icy blue eyes were glowing, something that wasn't usual for him but Evangeline felt as if she'd never truly get used to it.

His hands stopped their movements as he seemed to gather the words of what he was trying to say.

"Evangeline may I taste you?"

She felt her bravery fall away at his strange question, not knowing what he was even trying to imply.

Hesitating, "I'm sorry, taste me? What do you mean by wanting to taste me?"

It was his turn to look bashful but his courage didn't falter.

Smiling, "Well when a man loves a woman very much, he'll often be inclined to pleasure her in any way possible, including licking and sucking that sweet cunt of yours."

Evangeline cheeks have never been brighter in her life, she was sure of it; but his words filled her with a new kind of desire for exploration.

His cool fingers resumed rubbing her thighs, traveling close to her clothed center.

Evangeline was certainly curious about his desire to taste her, not quite understanding the appeal but eager to try. She spread her legs wider giving him room to move his body down between her thighs.

Gazing up from where he rested between her warm thighs he carefully ran a finger over her soaked panties. His eyes met her asking for permission and she could do nothing but nod, letting him continue.

He took her panties in his grasp and with a firm tug the thin lace ripped off of her. Leaving Evangeline complete bare before him except for the shirt that hung over her shoulders.

Instantly his frigid fingers met her overly hot core and Evangeline bucked her hips towards him at the delicious touch. He did nothing but smile and repeated the motion, this time gathering her dripping wetness onto his fingers then hastily popping them into his mouth.

She couldn't help the gasp that left as she watched his face contort in pleasure as he tasted her juices. He cleaned his fingers quickly before returning his hands to her hips, spreading her wider before him.

His hot breath fanned her drench cunt before it was quickly replaced with his mouth and tongue. He began licking the length of her cunt, licking up her juices like a man starved for eternity.

As he worked her over with his tongue she moved her hands to his locks and pulled them tighter every time his tongue collided with her clit. Her body felt if it was on fire and the only possible way to put it out was from the coolness of his frantic tongue.

Pressure was building inside her body as he worked her, it felt as if she was walking a thin tightrope in between this world and whatever form of Heaven would allow Jacks in.

When her peak became closer Jacks removed a hand from her thigh and quickly slipped in finger. Listening as she cried out at the intrusion, her body quickly welcomed the long digit as he began curling it inside her shaking cunt.

Bucking her hips against his face now running with her juices, she could do nothing but grip his hair as Jacks fucked her with his tongue and fingers. Quickly she was approaching that edge she been craving for weeks.

Catching her off guard he added another finger and began scissoring her cunt as his tongue sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth. The feel of his long, cold fingers in her too hot cunt added to the frenzy of her movements against his face. Jacks knew her peak was near.

With a thrust of his fingers she came apart from his tongue as he licked her through her peak. Evangeline pulled his hair and squeezed his head between her thighs as her moans filled the darkness of their bedroom.

As she came down he gave gentle licks to her throbbing cunt before at last pulling away. Her juices ran down the length of his face, coating him with a shine that she had the sudden denier to lick off of his face.

Breathlessly she beckoned him up towards her face, where they hastily collided their lips together. The pair moaned as she tasted her own sweetness on his lips, unable to get enough of the taste.

His Lips were the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted before now, but with their combined taste she knew nothing would ever compare. With kiss bitten lips they pulled away from each, sweat covering both of them from their antic.

He looked almost drunk from the taste of her as he at last spoke.

"You have two delicious pairs of lips for kissing, and I'm going to be spending a lot more time getting antiquated with the sweet lips of your cunt." His words sent another wave of wetness to her thighs.

Letting out a huff she turned to place a kiss against his cheek.

"I'd be rather fine with that, I have no plans on my agenda for tomorrow morning if you'd like to further meet them," she said slyly.

Jacks grinned, showing off the dimples she loved so much.

"So my lady wishes to be woken up with my mouth feasting on her cunt yet again, I think I can arrange that," he was a devil, a lovely one, but a devil neverless.

She rolled her eyes and moved her hands to the buttons of his black trousers, carefully undoing the buttons as he watched her work.

He pulled them down his hips and threw them somewhere in their shared bathroom. Gold hair dusted his legs, enhancing the cords of muscles in his lean body.

Tenderly she ran a hand up one of his legs, clear to the inside of his well built thighs.

"You talk about how perfect my legs are, but yours look as if they were carved from a block of marble."

He chuckled darkly, "If you think my legs are perfect you should see my cock."

Challenging his tone she moved her hand to the waist band and began yanking them over his hips. His cock sprung free and Evangeline refrained from letting out a gasp, knowing it'd only fill his massive ego more. Evangeline had never seen anyone cock before this, but she knew they usually weren't this large.

Truly she doubted if he would fit but she was thrilled with the excitement that he'd soon be filling her aching cunt.

Gesturing down at himself, "Is my cock fitting to my future wife's liking?"

Rolling her eyes she ran her fingers over the red tip of him, watching as droplets began forming at the tip.

"I will admit it's rather nice but I'd prefer it being inside of me," he was a little bastard sometimes but so was she.

Pausing for a moment he ran the backs of his knuckles across her face soothingly, before helping her lie beneath him comfortably. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and placed her head comfortably beneath it before carefully moving her hair away from it so it wouldn't catch.

"Evangeline, before we begin I need you to know that we can stop at any time you wish, if the pain becomes to much or if I hurt you, you must let me know," he kissed her forehead before placing a kiss on each cheek.

With a smile she placed a quick kiss on his lips, "I trust you Jacks, and I know there will be some pain but I can handle it, and if not I know you'll stop."

A loving expression overcame him as he began lining up their hips, he quickly ran his cock through her sleekness to each his passage. She moaned and pushed their hips closer togther.

Taking this as a sign he carefully began pushing into her, listening to the way her heartbeat and breathing changed as he pushed on. Slight pain filled her, nothing overwhelming but every time she moved he stopped and waited for her to adjust to his size.

As Jacks bottomed out inside of her both released a moan at the feeling of her being stretched. Jacks looked near breathless as he ran soothing circles across her body, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside of her.

"Is this alright? Is it too much?" His voice was filled with concern and love for her, as his hands traced hearts against her soft skin.

Pulling his forehead to met hers she held him close to her body, griping onto the tough muscles of his back.

"It feels perfect, you can start to move but be gentle," at her words he withdrew a little before before carefully pushing back into her.

Slowly he began building setting the pace, giving her time to adjust to his size as her pleasure slowly began to build. Heat was pooling in her stomach again after he groaned his hips into her, the movement rubbing agiasnt her clit.

Nails dragged across his back as he began putting more force into each thrust that sent heat through their bodies.

"Evangeline, my love," a thrust punctuated his words. "You're so incredibly perfect, everything about you is so impossibly wonderful that I often wake up thinking I'm still dreaming." ]

He was starting to pant as his thrust became relentless, he was now chasing down her high and his own.

"You don't know what you mean to me, how happy I am to be able to wake up everyday here with you, safe in my arms," the sweetness of his words combined with their love making had her crying on in pleasure.

"Jacks please," she was so close to her high, she just needed him.

His hands returned to her clit and began rubbing the swollen nerve.

"I love you, and I'm eternally thankful to the forces in this world that you love me in return, that soon you'll be my wife and I'll have the honor of being your husband," his eyes never left he once as she approached her high.

With a final thrust and flick to her clit Evangeline came apart under him. Digging her nails further into her back as she screamed his name in pleasure as Jacks own high overcame him as he spilled into her core.

As they lay there holding onto each as they came down from their highs, Evangeline pulled him into a sweet kiss. Neither one wanted to pull away from the others lips, but alas they needed to breath.

She held his face in her arms whilst looking deep into his icy eyes.

"I love you too my sweet prince, and I can not wait for the day I can call you my husband at last."

Foreheads touching The Prince of Hearts held his Little Fox in his arms knowing he'd never felt more loved in his entire existence.

~Finish~

[rystiel]

rewatching season 3 for the first time in forever rn and. the doctor and jack make me so sick dude. i feel sooooo unwell about them. like imagine you meet rose and the doctor, these amazing people that you find yourself traveling with and coming to care for, then one day you end up left behind by this man that you trusted, alone and fundamentally changed forever—back from the dead. you wait for over 100 years, searching for him, and when you finally find him you learn that he abandoned you on purpose. that he views you as something wrong, something that he can’t stand to look at. a fixed point, something not meant to exist. this guy that you loved and trusted, telling you all of this right to your face. like that’s crazy

[slaymiedrysdale]

Pookie getting bullied

[suddenly--sam]

Look, having watched newsies as many times as I have there are certain things I'm willing to skip through, you agreed to watch it with me, I appreciate it, I'll accept your request, it's rare, but I might.

But, I'm sorry, you're suggesting we skip over Miss Medda Larkin?! Sorry?! The star of our show?! I mean c'mon, She owns the joint!

[jackmkelly]

my favorite topic that i cant believe ive never talked about on tumblr. katherine plumbers face during “an angel come to save me who didnt even know she gave me something to believe in”