jack and his sister

so there was a post floating around a while ago about ngozi saying during a stream or something that holster knew about Bitty’s crush on jack and thought jack was leading Bitty on and was a little annoyed with him about that and I just

I really want a fic where him drunkenly and stupidly calling jack out on it at the end of year 2 is the catalyst for Jack’s “oh” moment

Not his father quoting Gretzky at the last possible moment, but adam birkholtz, drunk on his trademark svedka & pepsi, going on a tirade about the Cruel Sheep Empire that briefly turns into almost incoherent rambling about being cognizant of Bitty’s feelings and not giving him false hope, and then turns into nothing but retching sounds because holster’s throwing up in the bushes because, really, svedka and Pepsi?? is a terrible combo????

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Headcanon - Jack Sparrow

Request: "hello!!! can you do an imagine to telling jack sparrow you’re his little sister and like what you guys would do and stuff??!! thanks so much"

gifs are not mine.


Being Jack Sparrow’s little sister would include:

  • You being 10 years younger than him
  • Constantly following Jack around and sneaking into the Black Pearl without his consent
  • You being nicknamed Lady Sparrow by other pirates
  • Despite Jack’s carefree disposition, he keeps and eye on you
  • “You’re definitely not going to Tortuga.”
    “But Jack!”

  • Him shooing away any men, even those that simply look at you
  • Playing cards and other games with Jack and his crew
  • Jack roasting superstitious pirates who say that it’s bad luck to have a woman on board
  • “Shut your gob, that’s my sissy you’re talking about.”
  • Him telling you various stories of his adventures
  • You listening wide-eyed
  • “The Kraken?? No way, Jack! I thought you were lost in Tortuga all this time!”
    “Yep. Did I mention mermaids?”

  • In general, you having a time of your lives and setting up true brother & sister goals

There is so much in the show that suggests Ashi and Jack are meant to correspond to Yin and Yang, darkness and light, two halves of a whole responsible for balance and harmony. 

If I’m not mistaken, Yin and Yang have a push and pull relationship, interdependent on each other. Jack’s influence allows Ashi to grow and flourish as a person, while Ashi’s presence causes Jack to experience a few light hearted moments in the midst of his depression and trauma. 

What I love is that Ashi has been written and portrayed as someone who is both  similar and opposite to Jack. Jack starts his journey garbed in white with a straight edged bladed sword. He is shining with compassion and determination to save his family and his people. Ashi starts her mission dressed in black and wields a Kusarigama, a weapon meant to take someone’s sword from them with a curved blade. She shows no compassion towards her sisters. Ashi was raised to serve Aku, Jack trained to destroy him. Jack traveled the world, Ashi was confined to a single location all her life. Jack was raised by loving parents, Ashi was abused by her mother with her father nowhere to be found. 

(Trivially, Jack was an only child, Ashi has/had six sisters). 

Jack has darkened throughout his journey, Ashi has lightened. 

However, for all their differences, the two are startlingly alike. Both of them were trained to fulfill destinies tied intrinsically to Aku. Both are driven to help others and defeat any evil that plagues the world (this was true of Ashi even before she defected from Aku; in her rants towards Jack, she calls Jack ‘evil’ and Aku ‘kind’, indicating a large part of her desire to kill Jack, aside from being brainwashed into it, is because she wants to eradicate what she perceives to be the danger to the world.) Both show a natural kindness towards children. Both are skilled fighters in their own right. Both suffer hallucinations and have undergone trauma. 

(On another somewhat trivial note, both as children were enchanted by insects; Jack a cricket, Ashi a ladybug.) 

tldr: Jack and Ashi oppose and complement each other in many ways, which is shown in both their designs and their personalities. 

p3/p5 family au info thing

first and foremost, i’d just like to reiterate that this is an au so i can do whatever i want with it, don’t go militant on me for having fun pls thanks 

alright so i woke up with like 409386093 asks about the parents dying [niijima parents’ death isn’t a spoiler but there are p3p spoilers in here so watch out :0….]  and i suppose this is needed shdfjfgkhfjal i’m laughing so hard- so the range of questions i got are “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM OFF?” “THEY’RE GOING TO DIE” “THIS MEANS THEY’RE DEAD” and

OKAY SO, i originally made this au so i can have them both alive and happy so, it doesn’t really follow p5verse that much. i didn’t really think too deep about this au to ponder about how they’ll die because i just really wanted to have an akiham family to play with LOL (i like to call this branch “please save me from p3p depression”)

however, after some development with friends, it got a little bit more angsty and this is where it starts to follow p5verse more. so back to the original p5 plot: yes, both parents will die like how p5 has told. (i call this branch “Depression Setting In” GKSGLSKG:AL;)

so basically:

  • first branch = lighthearted; “No Angst Allowed, Good Time Only”
  • second branch = angsty, bittersweet; “lms if u love eating shit and dying”

i like both branches tho so i will most likely draw for both sometimes! mostly just the first branch tho bc i wanna run away from depression pls so i apologize in advance if i ever confuse you all with that HAHA so you can interpret my drawings with whichever branch you prefer: if you love being in post-p3p/p5 canon denial bliss or eating shit and dying, it’s up to you my dude

for the second branch, to answer the questions:
1) “how will hamuko die?”

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Damn baby ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard x Anna Maynard X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Your Anna’s friend and just turned eighteen. Jack whom you hadn’t seen for two years due to your move to the Caribbean, instantly falls for you. 

Requested: Yes, two requested combined

I’m sorry for not posting, school is a bore and my new job takes up most of the time. I hope you understand :( I had Its Been Years part four done but I have changed my mind on how to write seven times in two weeks, it WILL be up this weekened tho. I know I say i will post but seriously it will be up this weekend.

Also SHOUT OUT TO MY BABY FOR HITTINIG ONE MILLION 

P.s I aslo found I am 1% of 7 billion people to have differnet coloured eyes, pretty fucking awesome if you asked me.

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“So you travel all the way to London, to and I quote ‘spend time with you’ but your leaving for a girly day with your friend?” Jack questioned his sister who was putting her shoes on. 

“Yes.” Anna huffed looking up at her two older brothers, “I haven’t seen her in two years and it was her birthday six months ago, I haven’t given her presents. She also moved her for uni last month and I haven’t had time to see her.”

“Do we know her?” Conor asked his eyes narrowed as Anna picked up her bag pack. 

“Yes.”

“When did you know someone three years older than you?” Jack asked his eyebrows raised.

“She lived across the street from us.”

“Gappy Gabby?” 

“Gappy who? Look, I’m late you I’ll be back in like four hours and I’ll bring her back to the apartment okay? Okay, Bye!” Anna shouted running out of Jack’s apartment.

Conor turns his head towards Jack who was staring dumfounded at the door, “We just got played by our little sister.”

“We taught her well, Jack. We taught her well.”


Jack and Conor were playing Fifa when the door opened and loud laughter filled their ears. “Looks like we are meeting the new friend.” Jack commented waiting for Anna and her friend to walk through the door.

“-babe trust me; the boys are an A plus…” You spoke following her into a room which you guess was the living room. You felt yourself smirk seeing the Maynard brother you had been crushing on since you were kid, have in had an amazing glow up. “…but there was no Jack Maynard on the island.”

Conor and Jack froze in their seats for two different reasons.

For Conor, the girl he counted as his other little had returned back from moving to Caribbean. She had changed a lot and it scared him because if that happened to you in two years, what could happen to his little sister.

For Jack, however, well. The boy thought he had fallen in love. You weren’t chubby, the braces had disappeared, your skin was flawless with a gorgeous brown tan, your body was the perfect hourglass figure and your eyes shined bright.

He wanted you.

He watched as you smirked that gorgeous smirk before speaking, “Well, I was gone for two years and I don’t even get a hug? Shameful.”

Conor was the first to react jumping out his seat laughing, “Y/N it’s been too long!”

“Tell me about it. I missed my Maynard fam.” You pouted hugging the older Maynard, you noticed Jack looking at you in a dazed and mouthed ‘You the most’ with a wink.

Pulling back from your hug with Conor, you opened your arms ready for a hug with Mr. Jack Maynard. He was already stood up so he silently made his way other to you and pulled you into a hug, being the boy he is. He looked down towards your ass and noticed had big it had gotten, groaning he spoke aloud, “Damn baby, you got hot.”

Anna gasped as you pulled away with a confident look, “Thanks papi.”

Anna gasped again in horror and Conor laughed at his brothers face, which looked like he wanted to take you right there. “Can you two stop. I really don’t want my best friend and brother flirting.”

“Sorry babe.” You grinned throwing your arm around her shoulders, “You brother has always been hot as fuck but talk about glow up. Damn papi, you take a hot shot or something?”

Jack looked you up or down smirking, “Me? Baby I think you did. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous. ” He moved with his hand to your body.

“I prefer mami but thanks I know I am.” You smirked.

Conor laughed loudly, “I love this new Y/N.”

“I prefer the old one.” Anna grumbled jokingly making the three of you laugh.


Four months later….

“Take me here, right now.” Y/N smirked as she walked in on Jack shirtless doing push ups. Used to Y/N randomly walking into his apartment Jack looked up at her with a smirk before carrying on with his push ups. “Awh, you’re no fun.”

Jack laughed to himself not bothering to look up and pay the girl some attention started doing sit ups but it all stopped when he felt a weight on him stopping him from carrying on. Feeling his skin come in contact with skin leaving him with a burning sensation, he opened his eyes to see the girl that had been teasing him for months on end.

“Now that was rude.” Jack smirked, hands sitting comfortable on your waist. “I was trying to work out.”

“Baby you don’t need to work out, your one sexy motherfucker.” You smiled placing your hands on his chest. 

“I prefer papi but thanks I know I am.” 

You laughed loudly knowing he used the words you had said a couple of months ago, Jack looked up at you lovingly hearing your laugh.

God he loved that laugh.

You quieted down staring back into his eyes, you leaned forward so your nose was touching his. “When are you going to ask me Jack?”

“When am I going to ask you? Well I had this big date planned but since your so impatient.” Jack huffed, rolling his eyes jokingly he smiled. “Will you, Y/F/N, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

You laughed softly nodding your head, “Who would say no to a papi like you Maynard?”

Jack laughed before grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips into yours. Smiling through the kiss, you couldn’t think about how happy you are moving back to London. Feeling you smile, Jack smiled too knowing he was truly happy with you.

However, your little make out session came crashing down when to voices where heard through the apartment.

“WHOO, that’s my bro.”

“No. No, no. Y/N! Why! Why damn it!”

Laughing you carried on kissing Jack but both of your stuck you middle fingers in the air, to piss them off. It was silent for a while and both you and Jack thought they had left but…

“Okay but really cut it the fuck out, we brought pizza.”


I know I’m repeating myself. I know I’ve made almost this exact post before, but it would have been completely possible to include Sarah in the stage version of newsies without adding more than one minute of stage time, or hiring an extra actor.

Step one: You know how Les mentions his mom to Jack? One more line: “We’ve got a sister too!” Cue Davey looking exasperated that Les still hasn’t noticed the whole family thing is a sensitive topic. Les comes off as even more cute and funny.

Step Two: Let one of the female ensemble, who don’t get enough to do, come on as Sarah during Once and For All. Davey introduces her after Katherine introduces Darcy and Bill. She helps print the Newsies Banner alongside them.

Step Three: Give her a few lines about how she believes in the cause.

Brighton » Jack Maynard

Request: Hiya, please can you do an imagine where Jack and the reader were gf and bf for about 12 months. And they both go round to the Maynards House for the weekend and get up to loads of things - anna and the reader go shopping - brighton seaside - jacks main channel videos and vlogs. xxx thanks


You and Jack had been together for almost a year now and had been friends years before that. You had been introduced through Joe, who was your best friend growing up and the two of you immediately clicked.

You had met most of Jack’s family when you had been together for a few months, excluding his brother, Conor, who you had met the same time as Jack. You and their sister, Anna had chatted a few times before meeting over FaceTime. When Jack and Conor were visiting home you would have specific time slots to call him over FaceTime and the two siblings would occasionally pop their heads in before being told off, as it was your only alone time.

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Headcanon - Henry Turner

Request: "Head cannon for Henry Turner being your brother and stuff you would do with him and jack? Thanks👍🏼"

gifs are not mine.


Being Henry’s sister would include:

  • Being his twin
  • Looking basically the same as young Elizabeth
  • Him acting like a hero, keeping you safe from various dangers
  • Especially boys
  • When you get the news that Henry’s in infirmary, you rush there and verbally attack the officers of the Royal Navy
  • Finding out all about Henry’s plans to free your father from the curse in the process
  • “Why wouldn’t you tell me something so important??!”
    “Because you would insist to help me!”
    “Wouldn’t you want that??”
    “No! It’s too dangerous.”
    “…”
    “…”
    “I’m going anyway.”

  • The two of you searching for Jack Sparrow, both dressed up as the redcoats
  • Jack stumbling backwards in his cell as he sees you, thinking you’re Elizabeth (not to mention the redcoat uniform)
  • “Elizabeth???”
    “Not exactly…”
  • You becoming quite the buddies with Jack, what keeps nagging Henry
  • “Your sister is much tougher than you, young Will.”
  • In general, you two having a time of your lives as you maintain the eternal bond between the two of you
Shadow People

For today’s Caffeine Challenge #13 (prompts here), I tried to branch out a little with a character a bit different from my usual. This is a little bit horror, too, which is not generally my thing. Warnings for: bullying, physical violence and misgendering.



Leo ran to the side door as soon as the bell rang, shouldering his way through the crush around the lockers and slipping around the corner. The sun—oh thank god—was streaming through the big glass doors as he skidded to a stop and turned to face the white-painted cinderblock wall.

An observer, if such person had existed, would have been interested to see that his shadow was not that of a curly-haired teen. On the wall before him a grey shape stretched and wavered, and baggy jeans became the smooth straight lines of dress slacks. The wrinkled shirtcollar straightened to crisp points, and a hat formed atop the narrow head, wide-brimmed tilted just to one side.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said, clutching his notebooks to his chest. “I know you said not to do this at school, but I saw his truck outside. I think he’s waiting for me.”

The figure on the wall twitched, the shoulders rolled and long-fingered hands splayed wide.

“I know,” Leo said. “I know, but I can’t fight him alone, and if I don’t show up he’ll just go after Jack again, you know he will.” He bit his lip, looking up and down the hall. “I’ve only got a little more time before history, I don’t know what to do.”

More twitching, a ripple traveling up the wall. The hands folded, waved, cupped together like an empty bowl.

The minute bell rang, setting off shrill echoes.

“I’ll do it,” Leo said. “I’ll do anything, you know I’m good for it.”

The figure tipped its hat, then faded, until only Leo’s own outline remained.

He went to class.



He couldn’t concentrate. His leg shook under his desk, his knee jumping up and down like it had a will of its own. He dropped his pencil once, then again, then a third time. The fourth time Frances handed it back to him with a scowl. Leo tried for an apologetic smile, but it didn’t feel right on his face. Too thin, too full of teeth.

He couldn’t take any notes. He worried metal spiral on his notebook instead, flicked the corner of the paper until it turned soft-edged and pieces started coming off. His eyes kept seeking the windows, looking for some sign, but Dallas’ truck would be by the back door, on the other side of the building, and there were too many trees for the Hat Man to get enough contrast for a message.

“Leo,” Mrs. Garner said, “Can you tell me the year President Reagan took office?”

“I…” Leo tried to think. He’d studied this. He’d done the homework. He knew this. But all he could think of was the look of rage on Dallas’ face when Jack yelled back at him, and the shock of the fist in his ribs when Leo had gotten between them.

Half the class was looking at him. Someone sniggered.

If he could get to the hall he could find a good spot and at least check in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t remember. I think I might be sick.”

Mrs. Garner frowned. “There’s only thirty minutes of school left,” she said. “And if you go to the nurse you’ll lose participation points for today,”

“I know,” he said. “But I really think I might throw up.” He tried to look pathetic and nauseous. It didn’t take much effort. He could feel sweat sliding down his temple.

“Alright,” she said. “Josephine, please escort Leo to the nurse’s office.”

No, no no.

“I can get there myself—” he tried, but she shot him a quelling glance.

“You know the rules, Leo.”

He did. He did. Leo knew all sorts of rules.

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Anna Needs Advice, Conor Maynard Imagine

Highly requested that I do story #15 with Conor, so here it is:) I hope you enjoy.

-You meet Anna for the first time and Conor asks you to help her with advice-

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You were walking over to your best friend Conor Maynard’s house. His sister was visiting him and Jack and you had never properly been introduced to her so you were ecstatic. She had seen your videos and has said hi when you were mentioned in a phone call but other then that you had no idea what she was like.

Being Conor’s and Jack’s little sister probably meant that she was very sarcastic, but ultimately very sweet. You had a feeling you would get along well with her. Jack and Conor had the same feeling and invited you over as soon as she got there.

When you arrive at the Maynard apartment Anna instantly jumps up to give you a hug.

“Omg you’re even prettier in person!” she yells causing you to blush.

“Isn’t she?” Conor gives a smirk leaning in from around the corner. He knew you would be shy so you figured he was just trying to help you out.

“Thanks you guys, i’m flattered” you say lightly, you all go into the living room where Anna continued to talk happily about her flight.

Conor gets your attention by texting you as Anna spoke and you checked it.

‘Need to talk alone quickly’

You excuse yourself in the least suspicious way possible and meet Conor in the kitchen while Jack kept Anna busy.

“What is it?” you ask with a concerned look.

“I was going to ask you something for Anna before you came but forgot to” Conor sighs at himself, “She needs advice that I cant really give to her because I’m a guy and her older brother, I was hoping you could talk to her?”

You laugh at Conor asking you awkwardly, “Of course” you smile.

When you return to the living room you see Conor give Anna a quick thumbs up and she looks to you with a smile.

Conor leads Jack out of the room saying he needed to talk, leaving you behind with Anna.

“So you needed some advice?” you say when she looks away from her brothers to you.

“Yeah, I’m having some guy problems” Anna looks down to her hand feeling rather uncomfortable with the topic.

“We can start slow, and if you don’t want to tell me something you don’t have to. You can trust me” you shoot her a reassuring smile and she nods.

“I’ve been dating a guy for about five months and this month we had sex for the first time” her voice went into a whisper and you were a little bit shocked. You didn’t know how to react really so you started by asking her a simple question.

“Do you think your pregnant?” you ask quietly, concerned.

“No no no” Anna laughs and you take a breath of relief, “I just feel like sex is all he wanted, now he’s just not talking to me and I feel stupid”.

You nod, understanding Anna’s position, “Anna, you are not stupid at all. You are gorgeous, funny and brilliant. Any guy is lucky to have you, if he continues to act this way, don’t let him destroy you because guy’s aren’t worth being hurt over”. You put your hand down on Anna’s hand and she looks down at it with a smile.

“Can you marry one of my brother’s?” She looks at you with a childish smile and you laugh in response.

“Maybe” you say nicely, “but really Anna, everything I said is true”

“You’re right, thank you so much for talking to me”, she smiles at you and gives you a hug, “Please don’t tell Conor and Jack”. You nod your head at her whisper stay glued in her arms for a good minute.

“Awww look at you two getting along” Jack says walking into the room with Conor who was giving you a look. You knew he wanted to know what was said but you promised to keep it secret.

“She says she might marry one of you guys, and that means I get to see her more often” Anna says with a big smile on her face causing Jack and Conor to give nervous smiles as they blushed.

The night went on for a bit and Anna went off to bed and Jack went out to do whatever he liked to do on a Saturday night. You were sat next you Conor who had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and Friends was on the TV.

“So what did you two talk about?” Conor asks bringing your attention to him.

“I promised I would keep it secret but it was nothing to worry about so don’t worry” you say pinching Conor’s cheek sweetly.

“Thank you by the way” Conor looks deeply into your eyes and your stomach began to tingle.

“Anytime Conor” you say not moving your eyes from his stare.

He leans in slowly and you knew he was asking for permission, you lean in and kiss him softly on the lips.

When you leave contact you give him a surprised look and he returned one to you. You weren’t surprised the two of you kissed, you were surprised by how right it felt. You kiss each other lightly once again and Conor pulls you into a hug immediately afterwards.

The Chris Evans Mini Series (One Shots)

Imagine Chris reading a bedtime story to your children. 

A/N: I had been planning to write this for a while now, but haven’t gotten around to it. Then I saw that Chris was going to tell bedtime stories?! That just made me sit down and write this, it’s just- ughhh whhhhhyyyyy? 

*Word count: 2,484 🙊 I think I can just safely say that all these mini series one shots are going to be that long ‘cause I can’t help myself. They are just such a good couple to write about, give me that life already. 

The nightly routine in the Evans’ household started at approximately 4:30PM. The kids would hang out in the backyard, or watch TV in the living room, while you and Chris prepared dinner. That was really the only time in the day where the two of you could catch up without any interruptions because your kids knew Mama and Daddy needed to focus when working with sharp knives and hot stoves. Bedtime was another, but that time was tried to use for something else. Those moments were becoming rarer and rarer as you both suffered from exhaustion on a daily basis; being in the Hollywood Industry as well as the parents of two excitable children with exploding personalities took a toll. You and Chris both agreed you were lucky to have the other for support otherwise there was no way you’d manage. 

After dinner came the clean-up; you and Chris always made the children help so they knew they weren’t entitled even though their parents were rich and famous. Then it was bath-time, and that was a lot more work than it should’ve been. Both Jack and Lola would run up and down the halls in their underwear, making you and Chris chase them. It was always fun, until it wasn’t. Chris would have to catch both of them and carry them into the bathroom, and you’d have to lock the bathroom door behind him so your little bugs couldn’t escape. You’d then leave Chris to handle bath-time while you went down to your study to get some form of work done, be it plotting out an idea or replying to some emails. It was incredibly busy around your house and you could only squeeze work in-between nap-time, playtime, bath-time, and bedtime; all the times, basically. You were a parent about ninety percent of the time now, a hundred if your husband had to leave the state to film a movie. You wanted to complain, but you couldn’t; you loved being a mom and you loved your adorably annoying, but also perfectly perfect kids. 

“Oh God,” you heard Chris enter your study and you swiveled your chair towards him. He was drying himself up with a towel, just like every other night; the kids could never keep the water in the tub or to themselves. “If I wanted to get this wet, I’d go ride Splash Mountain.“ 

"Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you laughed as you saved your documents and powered down your laptop. Chris coming down meant that it was time to tuck your children in; the two of you liked doing it together if you could. “Uh uh,” you stopped him when you saw him through your laptop reflection, lowering himself down on the leather couch behind your desk. “You’re going to ruin the leather.” He chuckled softly, holding up his hands in surrender as he made his way back to you. “I’m done anyway, we can go tuck the kids in.”

“Alright,” he took your hand when you got to your feet. “Let’s go fuck this shit up.” He said and you laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek; he smiled in response as he led you out of the study and towards the staircase which was on the other side of the house. “What are we going to read them tonight?” You shrugged as your mind scanned through the titles you bought for your children’s bookshelves. “They’re still fairly excited, so I think we’re going to need either a long one or three short ones." 

"I blame you for their excitable personality.”

“And I blame you for their night owl personality.”

You both laughed and Chris squeezed your hand, smiling. “Can the quality of a night owl be a part of a personality?” You quizzed and Chris nodded. “Well- I’m sorry I like staying up late, it’s the only time I can think properly. It’s also the only time I can anything done around the house, considering I have three kids running wild in the day." 

"Dodger?” He quizzed. 

“Chris Evans,” you corrected.

“Ha ha,” he bit sarcastically and you laughed; he tried not to do the same by biting back his smile. “You knew before you married me that I’m like Peter Pan, I’m never going to grow up.” You nodded, chuckling. “And you yet still married me,” he teased you.

“Yeah, well- you have your moments,” you teased him back and he laughed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Chris!” You laughed, trying to shove his damp self away from you; he only tightened his grip. “Great,” you chuckled, “now I’m wet too.”

“Sounds like we’re in for an interesting night then,” he whispered into your ear suggestively and you giggled, slapping your hand on his cheek ever so gently. “I’m going to go change into something drier so I don’t wet their beds,” he told you when you got the top of the staircase; you nodded. He released you and headed for your shared master, whereas you walked to your kids’ shared bedroom; you found Jack, Lola, and Dodger waiting patiently for your presences.

“Mama,” Lola pounced on your leg the second you entered the room; she hugged you tightly and you smiled, resting a hand on the top of her head. “We sprayed Daddy with water at bath-time,” she looked up at you, grinning cheekily.

“I saw,” you laughed and scooped her into your arms when she released your leg. You looked over at Jack who was browsing through his side of the bookshelf so he could find a book for you guys to read to them. “Bud,” you called and he turned to you as you sat down on the edge of Lola’s bed. “Did you find something?”

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “I don’t know, Mama. We’ve read all of these books already, I want something new.” He gave up looking and walked over to you, taking the knee that his little sister wasn’t on. You hugged him tightly and rested your head on the top of his blow dried hair, before turning to Lola to kiss hers. “Why can’t you read your writing to us?”

“I could, but I don’t think you’d understand a lot of it. It’s elaborate and it’s for adults to really think and reflect on their lives and issues that society possess,” you explained and they both huffed even though they didn’t understand what you told them. “And my love stories are a little too…” You couldn’t find the word; it wasn’t like it was Fifty Shades, but it didn’t have that childish nature Disney love stories carried. They were simply too young to comprehend any of it, perhaps when they reached double digits.

“There’s one love story we could tell them,” Chris interrupted from the doorway; he’d been standing there a while, just smiling at how perfect his family was. He entered the room and sat down on the floor next to Dodger, patting his bud’s head before finishing his sentence. “About an actor and how met the most beautiful writer.”

“Oh yay!” Lola hopped off your lap and jumped into her dad’s instead, resting her small head against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around her. He smiled at you as he kissed her head, eyes asking if telling your love story was a good idea.

“Is that the story of how you and Daddy met?” Jack asked you and you nodded, smiling at your husband. “We’ve never heard that story before, have we?” He quizzed and you shook your head. “So can we hear it?" He looked between you and Chris; both of you nodded at the same time. "Yes!” You lifted him up as you sat on the floor opposite Chris; Jack cuddled you, resting his head against your chest like his sister did with his dad.

“Take it away, Captain,” you told him with a smile and he looked genuinely surprised you wanted him to start. “I write and tell enough stories at work, I think I can let you do that at home.” You winked and he chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.

“Are my little pumpkins comfy?” Chris asked, but got no response.

You both look at Jack then Lola; you tickled your son for his confirmation, and Chris tickled your daughter for hers. It wasn’t until they both nodded, giggling, that Chris began telling the story of how the two of you meet. While you knew exactly how the two of you met, and have spoken about your first meeting with him numerous times before- it was going to be nice to hear what he was going to tell your children.

“Once upon a time, there was a very handsome actor.” Chris began, smiling when he saw you stifle your chuckle. “His name was Christopher Robert Evans and he had just gotten the role of Captain America.” Jack and Lola grinned excitedly, hearing their dad’s name and his comic book character. “He was starting on a path of great success and he should’ve been happy, but he wasn’t.” He did one of his half smiles and you pouted, making him chuckle. “He was thirty years old and he was still alone. He wanted someone to go home to, someone to love and love him in return, and someone to start a family with. He searched and searched, but he couldn’t find anyone. Until one day, at a Starbucks coffee shop-”

“You found Mama!” Both Jack and Lola squealed excitedly, making you and Chris laugh.

“Yes, I found Mama,” Chris nodded, sharing a smile with you; both were filled with so much love and adoration, your hearts ached. “I saw the most beautiful girl sitting by the window. She was eating red Gummi Bears and furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. She had a bright red scarf on and her pretty hair was down, she had no makeup on but she was breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking,” he emphasized for you and you blushed.

“Did you talk to her, Daddy?” Lola asked, looking up at Chris with wide eyes. You and Chris both chuckled at her innocent question, unaware that if he didn’t- they wouldn’t have been born. “Did you talk to Mama?” She repeated when her dad didn’t answer her question immediately.

“Hush, bug,” Chris chuckled, playfully covering her small mouth with his big hand. “We’re going to get to that, you just need to be quiet so I can tell the story. Can you do that for me?” Lola nodded, noising confirmation against Chris’ hand. “Okay,” he dropped his hand and patted her belly, “I did talk to her, I just didn’t talk to her right away. I was so mesmerized by her that I spent the first ten minutes just admiring her from afar, which was a dumb move on my part because Mama was in such a rush that she left before I could talk to her." 

"Oh no!” Your children gasped. 

“But it’s okay,” Chris quickly said before they could attack him with questions. “Like Cinderella, Mama left something behind. She was in such a rush that she didn’t notice she dropped the coaster she was writing her brilliant ideas on, but I did and I picked it up.” Jack and Lola clapped, cheering for their heroic dad. “I had no idea if I would see Mama again, I just knew I had to keep it so I could find her and return it to her." 

"Where did you find her?” Jack asked the question this time. 

“Well, bud.” Chris smiled at you as he continued, “I found her at Luna’s Bistro, a few doors down. It turned out that we were fated to be together, so I didn’t have to look very far. She was meeting Uncle Kevin for lunch, and Uncle Rob and I were going to that same lunch.” Your children gasped again, making you and Chris chuckle. “I gasped too when I saw her and her bright red scarf, I couldn’t believe my luck. I went over, returned her coaster, started talking to her and-” He met your gaze again and you tried not to start crying when you saw his eyes glisten, “we haven’t stopped talking since." 

"Yay!” Your children clapped then hugged the respective parents they were sitting with. 

You and Chris both hugged your children back, smiling at each other. “I love you,” you both mouthed simultaneously and chuckled softly. You could both tell your children still weren’t mentally ready for bed yet, but physically they were done for the day. They were yawning fairly consistently, but trying to hide it because they didn’t want their parents to leave them yet. So the two of you sat with them in your arms, quietly singing the Winnie The Pooh theme song as you gently rocked them to sleep. It didn’t take long, before you could finish the song- they were fast asleep. You and Chris carefully got to your feet and tucked them into their beds; you kissed Jack’s forehead while Chris kissed Lola’s, then swapped to kiss your other child. You both stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. 

“That was super cute,” you told Chris as you wrapped an arm around his waist; he smiled and wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Do you think we could pitch our love story to Disney or Pixar?" 

 "Oh, definitely,” he nodded. “But I think I’d rather keep our love story between us. It’s too magical and special to share, I wouldn’t want anyone stealing it and claiming credit.” You chuckled, but nodded in agreement. “Isn’t that why you haven’t done anything with the novel you wrote, about our entire life story?" 

"Kind of,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t write with an intention to do anything with it. I wrote it because I liked reliving everything we’ve been through together as a couple. It also made me miss you less when you were away, which you said works for you too while I’m away.” He chuckled and nodded. “That and- I’d like our kids to have a copy to read when they’re older, so they know they should wait till they find someone special before they settle down." 

 "That’s so sweet, baby.” He pulled away from you so he could move in front of you and take your face in his hands. “Honestly- I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky,” you chuckled and wrapped your hands around his wrists. “You are just the best and I love you so much.” “I love you too,” you smiled as he drew you in for a kiss. 

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Jack Ashi and their adopted Indian son meet their new baby girl! Jack would totally cry after the birth. She’s also slightly based on ( @ibelieveinbelladonnas ) design I’ll link everything later

Adopted son totally scared that his parents won’t love him as much as their biological daughter in top left but that ain’t tru for shit.

son is like 5 years older then his sister.
Crack Our Broken Records

I, an artist, wrote something for the 13th Dannyversary, and by wrote something I mean I’ve had this sitting in my docs for half a year and decided it was time to finish it

The alternate title is “Family Takes Four Thousand Words to Start a Conversation and They Don’t Even Finish it by the end” but that’s a little too long

Also there’s some really vague and small headcanons thrown in here but just a heads up.

read it on FFN l AO3



“Jack?”

The man in question hummed noncommittally at his wife, much more focused on the mess of wires and metal seated on the table beneath his hands.

“Jack.”

His fingers slipped on the slick metal, the wires falling from his hands and connecting in a shower of sparks. Dropping his head into his hands, Jack groaned. Maddie shifted her frying pan between her hands, allowing her to reach over to her husband.

“Jack, honey, give it a rest. You need to take a break.”

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