#lock jackie in the pantry

[tweetsofyj]

#we are young #party all night #lock jackie in the pantry #howl at the moon and have fuckin orgies #yellowjackets #yellowjackets memes #yellowjackets text posts #incorrect yellowjackets #yj memes #yj crack #doomcoming #wolfpupy

[deardiary17]

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Mia Tyler Additional Tags: Fluff, Family Fluff, meanwhile in Pete's world, Feel-good, tentoo and rose and mia are a very happy family, a surprise pet, mia is her father's daughter Summary:

“Tell me there isn’t a bomb in our flat,” she demanded, although her voice was shaking. There have been many blasts since Rose met the Doctor back in 2005, and there definitely have been little (or not so little) explosions since they’ve permanently relocated to this universe. “Tell me our entire complex building isn’t about to fly up to the Moon!”

Rose was just closing the front door to their apartment when she heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen.

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, ready to confront her overly-enthusiastic and impossible to contain husband about his exciting new project he’d adopted recently without her knowing.

Rose was also ready to give third degree to her eleven-year-old daughter, Mia, who was often (read: always) her husband’s trusty partner in crime.

Rose toed off her white sneakers, clutching the wall for support. She locked the door -  the quiet ‘snick’ of the latch did nothing to warn the people in the kitchen, who continued to exclaim worriedly about someone named Gary.

Try as she might, Rose couldn’t remember any of Mia’s friends - or classmates - having the name Gary.

She wasn’t the most involved parent in the world, really. If anything, the Doctor was more into the school stuff like festivals and charities and art projects, but she could bet that she knew all of Mia’s pals personally.

So who the hell was Gary?

Rose tiptoed to the kitchen, stepping over Mia’s carelessly discarded school bag and the Doctor’s sunglasses (why in the world would he need them in the middle of November, she wondered.)

She leaned onto the wall and peered into the kitchen, feeling truly fearful. 

Rose was mightily happy for the wall’s support that moment, because not many things in the universe - universes - could prepare her for what she witnessed in their kitchen.

Two out of three chairs (three more were stored in the storeroom for when Jackie, Pete and Tony came for a biweekly visit) were standing upright on the table’s surface. Their legs were pointing menacingly towards the ceiling, and the third chair was lying on its side next to the window.

Rose took her eyes off the chairs and lowered them to the tiled floor. Her husband was lying on his stomach, and her daughter was standing on  her fours, and they both were looking below the pantry.

Rose was also fairly sure that she could hear some strange clicking from below the pantry.

Oh, God!

“Tell me there isn’t a bomb in our flat,” she demanded, although her voice was shaking. There have been many blasts since Rose met the Doctor back in 2005, and there definitely have been little (or not so little) explosions since they’ve permanently relocated to this universe. “Tell me our entire complex building isn’t about to fly up to the Moon!”

The Doctor and Mia’s heads turned to her abruptly. Rose was taken aback at how similar these two were, not for the first time. 

It was uncanny, really, how their habits and traits were so in-sync, carbon-copy-like, even if they were two different people, divided by age, gender and life experience. Rose felt that she’d never be able to get used to the similarities.

Experience…experience…explosions!

“What?” the Doctor questioned, scoffing, but stayed put on the floor, merely choosing to focus on Rose and not the uneven clicking below the pantry. “Why would you think there’s a bomb in our house, Rose?! Honestly, as if I’d ever allow Mia to be in danger!” he huffed and nodded to himself before returning his attention back to whatever was ticking.

Rose just stood there, gaping, until she saw Mia waving at her.

“Hi, mum!” she greeted cheerfully. Wat too cheerfully. Rose tensed. “How was your day?” When Rose stayed silent, staring at them with suspicion, Mia cleared her throat and scuffed her shoe on the floor.

Rose had to keep a smile from appearing on her face. Okay, Mia was the Doctor’s daughter alright, but she still had some traits that were unmistakably Rose.

Like shoe scuffing and love for gymnastics.

“We’ve a surprise for you!” Mia offered, now sounding truly timidly. Rose felt her shoulders rise to her ears in worry.

Surprises from the Doctor and Mia weren’t always nice.

They tended to be catastrophic.

“What is it?” Rose asked, trying to stay calm.

“Umm…” Mia drawled, and the Doctor stayed strangely occupied by whatever was ticking and clicking below the pantry.

Rose’s temper finally blew up (she wasn’t sure she liked the pun).

“What is it there, Doctor? What have you got beneath the pantry?” she threatened as she lowered herself to the floor and looked to where the Doctor was staring…

…only to be jumped upon by something ticking and scaly immediately.

“Bad Gary!” the Doctor cried as he attempted to help Rose take the scaly thing off her. It didn’t budge. “That’s no way to meet your new family member - now look at what you’ve gone and done - you’ve ruined Rose’s first impression of you. You can’t have a second first impression, you know!” the Doctor chided, and Rose took time to look at what attacked her.

Her heart was still beating like mad, fused by adrenaline in her blood, as she took in the animal now curled up in her arms.

It was a lizard.

A lizard. On a leash. Licking her jacket’s fabric, looking peaceful as ever.

The leash was currently in the Doctor’s hand, and he was looking, wide-eyed and not slightly disappointed, at the animal.

The lizard, meanwhile, made home of Rose’s arms, seeming complacent, if not happy.

The look of astonishment was wiped from the Doctor’s face, and one of minor disappointment and even jealousy appeared.

“Figures,” he muttered. “I rescue it from the London sewers, offer it a nice environment to stay in and a nifty accessory to never get lost in the streets, and it goes and chooses a pretty blonde. Tsk!” 

Rose couldn’t stop her smile upon hearing the Doctor’s tirade.

Mia was smiling, too, hiding her lips behind her palm.

“A pretty blonde, am I? Is that all you have to say about your wife of fourteen years, Doctor?” she teased, pouting a little for good measure.

The tips of the Doctor’s trembled.

Rose felt victorious.

“Are you not amused, Doctor?” she asked, bringing one of her shoulders to her chin in a flirty gesture.

“Ugh! Gross!” Mia scoffed, making a ‘bleh’ face, and promptly left the kitchen.

The Doctor and Rose both looked at her retreating form. They then turned back to each other, smiling.

The Doctor’s eyes were bright with passion and mischief.

Rose started to gently stroke the lizard - Gary - with the tips of her fingers while they were locked in a staring contest with the Doctor, until…

Rose wasn’t sure if she was hallucinating, but she could swear that the lizard started to vibrate, and all of a sudden pink, yellow and violet glow appeared from beneath the lizard’s - Gary’s - scaly skin. 

“What?” she trailed off, mesmerised by the sudden light show.

“Ummm…” the Doctor said, scratching his head nervously, as he was prone to do it when he needed to confess something to her. Rose narrowed her eyes at his antics. “Gary might be…” the Doctor stuttered, pulling at his ear, “Gary might be alien. Ish.” Upon seeing Rose’s astonished expression, the Doctor hurried to explain. 

“He’s far, far away from home, Rose. And he’s harmless, like, entirely children-and-teens-suitable, really! And his species tend to live for about 300 years, so it’s sort of a family-relic pet, really, for Mia to keep, for Mia’s children and grandchildren to keep…” he ranted, and the lizard kept on glowing merrily. “And they, well, his species glow when they’re happy. You make him happy, Rose, how can we now leave him all alone on an alien planet? You can’t, can you?” the Doctor gestured to her and smiled awkwardly, looking at her ingratiatingly. “Not the Rose Tyler I know, the one with the big, big heart and taste for strays!”

“Yeah, I remember a certain stray trying to enter my flat through a cat flap…” she teased, and the Doctor chuckled in reply.

Rose pursed her lips, thinking.

Mia did want a pet. And she certainly was old enough to recognise how important it was to take great care of pets. And a lizard, even an alien one, was supposed to be less high-maintenance than a puppy, right?

It even had a leash, for heaven’s sake! They could walk it in her parents’ garden…

And it did appear on the Doctor’s way, and it surely was a sign…another stray for her to keep.

Suddenly, Rose noticed Mia listening to their conversation from behind her room’s door.

Rose had to fight off a smile. Mia was as sneaky as the Doctor was.

Which was not at all, really.

She had been outnumbered before she’d met Gary, really.

And he did seem sweet.

“Okay. Okay!” Rose said loudly, and was immediately tackled into a hug by Mia, only to be joined by the Doctor as well.

“Thank you, mum! You won’t regret this!” Mia gushed as she took Gary from Rose’s arms and put it on the floor.

The lizard walked to the fridge, not minding the leash, clicking its talons on the tiled floor.

Rose huffed with laughter.

That seemed to explain the bomb noises, then.

The Doctor placed a quick kiss on Rose’s cheek and hugged from behind, and they watched, smiling, at Mia feeding Gary chocolate mint ice cream.

“His favourite!” the Doctor declared, and Rose had nothing to do but giggle nervously at the upcoming changes in their little family’s routine.

It was all worth it, she decided, as she leaned into the Doctor’s hug, feeling peaceful and content like never before.

It was worth it.

#tentoo x rose #tentoorose #rose tyler #tentoo #metacrisis doctor #mia tyler #ficandchips

[ahaura]

lottie locking jackie in the pantry is funny i won't lie

#📺 lb

[goodnightsimmers]

Episode 4 - Games Pt. 1

The next morning, all Serena could think about was the kiss she shared with Finn. Was it genuine? Or was it more of an in-the-moment kiss? Do I like him? What happens now? Although she had the time of her life last night, she couldn’t help but feel confused and nervous to return to work now. What if he regrets it? Should I call him? Serena picked up her phone and began to dial.

Jackie: Hey girl! How are you?!

Serena: Oh Jackie. I wish you were here! I have so much to tell you..

Serena began telling Jackie all about her night out. The lounge, the karaoke, and the kiss.

Jackie: Ok so what you need to do now, is pretend that nothing happened! Don’t call. Don’t text. Let him come to you.

Serena: Are you sure? I feel like I should at least send him a text?

Jackie: NO! Have I taught you nothing? This is a game, you hear me? You need to play your cards right, and trust me, this is an expert move played by only the best. Let him come to you.

Later that afternoon, Serena decided to visit the local farmer’s market. After her long phone call with Jackie, she needed to clear her head and get some fresh air. Plus, she was out of groceries, and if there’s anything that her mom taught her, the farmer’s market always has the best produce. The thought of her mom caused her to flinch in pain. No matter what happened between them, that was her mother, and she would always love her. Serena gathered her items and waited until it was her turn to pay. As she was leaving the market, a tall man in the distance caught her eye. Kolton, her boss, was walking with a woman linked to his arm. I’ve never seen him outside of work. Huh. I wonder if that’s his wife? Serena kept her head down as she walked pass him and suddenly bumped into an elderly lady.

Lady: Oh!

Serena began to apologize and pick up the produce that fell from her bag.

Serena: I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Here let me help you with those.

The elderly lady smiled and let out a small laugh.

Lady: They were bound to fall out one way or another. My nephew usually comes with me to the market and helps me take my groceries back home. Would you be a dear, and help me? I don’t live far.

Serena: Of course!

Lady: Wonderful. Follow me, dear.

Lady: You can set those on the counter. Sit down and make yourself at home.

Serena put the lady’s groceries in the kitchen and walked out into the living room. The home was a tiny townhouse with lots of character, and lots of history.

Lady: I must thank you again for helping me. You can call me Beverly.

Serena: It’s really no problem, Ms. Beverly, I’m Serena.

Beverly smiled and followed Serena’s eyes that were fixed on an old picture.

Beverly: That’s my late husband, Robert. He had a temper, that man, but he could be very charming.

Serena: He was very handsome.

Beverly: Oh yes. All the women around town thought so, too. They were always following him around like a lost puppy dog.

Serena giggled and moved onto a picture of a young toddler.

Serena: And who is this cutie? Your grandbaby?

Beverly glanced at the picture and quickly looked away. She began taking ingredients out of the pantry and mixing them in a bowl.

Beverly: That’s Charlotte. One day in the middle of Spring, she went outside to play with her ball. I always locked the gate so she couldn’t get out, but that day Robert and I had an argument and he left without locking up.

Beverly set down the spoon and walked to the window. She looked out as if she was replaying an old memory.

Beverly: I was in the kitchen preparing supper when I heard a crash outside. She was only three years old, my baby.

Serena: Oh, I’m sorry. That’s terrible!

Beverly wiped her face and returned to the kitchen where she placed a pan in the oven. for the rest of the afternoon, Serena listened to Beverly share stories about her past.

Beverly: Here, darling. Take this pie home with you for your troubles today.

Serena: Thank you, but it’s really not necessary, I enjoyed myself and loved listening to all your stories.

Beverly: Don’t be silly. Take it. Besides, that means you’ll have to return my dish and spend more time with a lonely old lady.

Beverly walked Serena to the door and gave her a hug. What a sweet old lady. She reminds me of my grandmother. As Serena walked back to her apartment, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for Ms. Beverly. She has been through so much during her life, it makes all my problems seem so irrelevant.

Later that night, while getting ready for bed. Serena checked her phone in hopes to see a message from Finn, but unfortunately, he still had not reached out. Serena sighed. She was trying not to overthink their situation and set her phone down. The weekend was coming to an end and tomorrow she would see him at work. Everything will be better tomorrow, Serena thought. It has to be.

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #storytelling #San Myshuno #ts4 #the sims 4 gameplay

[visionsaw-moved]

i think lottie knew jackie was gonna die, or felt like she had to for the rest of them to survive or something. when she locked her in the pantry in ep 9 she said “you don’t matter anymore” and then basically told ben to shut up when he was trying to get jackie and shauna to stop arguing about who should leave. my girl definitely had a vision about the events thereafter

#misc. #ooc.

[wntw-virtuemoir-edition]

I can never tell if Ish is playing with people or not, which I don’t mind, but seeing you post it made me actually curious so I’d like to ask you, if you want to answer of course, is Jackie really pregnant? Like are you assuming and just having some fun or do you have evidence on it? Don’t be mean about me asking please lol have a good day!

Nah, I got nothing solid.

Jaclyn seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.

I can’t speak for the others, but I gotta make my own fun in this boring as fuck place bcz I’m locked in my house for another 83 years with my kids and husband until covid passes and the govt scrounges up some vaccine for us 30-somethings.

Plz send wine or sugary treats that I can consume while hiding in my pantry.😩

#im tryna be nice but ontario is litch rally experiencing the end of times now #sorry if i come across as bitchy #😔

[writethehousedown]

Stories for Monday Chapter 1 (Multi) - astrodrag

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I’m super excited about this fic, it’s been a while in the making and I really hope you all enjoy it! A huge thank you to Mac (@imalwaysaslutfordrag) for being an amazing beta, making the moodboards for the chapters, as well as yelling at me to keep going throughout the writing process. You can find me over at @astrodrag

Summary: Jaida, Jan, Jackie, Crystal, Nicky, and Gigi are childhood best friends who grew up going to summer camp together. Now, they’re all in college and it’s their turn to be counselors at the camp that brought them together.

If Jan’s life were a movie, she swore Walking on Sunshine would have been blasting at full volume as she got out of bed that morning. She’d dance around her room as it played, getting ready for the day in record time before flying down the stairs to go meet her best friend outside.

But her life wasn’t a movie, so instead Jan woke up to a loud banging on her bedroom door and the unmistakable sound of Jaida and her younger brother screaming at each other in the hallway as something hit the wall with a thud. Jan had just enough time to groan and pull her blanket over her head before Jaida was in her room, dropping onto the bed as her hands grabbed Jan’s shoulders to shake them.

“Wake up sleeping beauty! You and I have got to get on the road in three hours, and I know for a fact you haven’t packed shit yet!” If Jan hadn’t still been half asleep, she would have laughed at Jaida’s words, or attempted to defend herself by saying she had at least made sure to pack her hairbrush into her suitcase after having forgotten the item the past two summers in a row. Instead, she just let out another groan and attempted to burrow further into her bed.

Jaida made a disapproving tsk, tsk noise before abruptly tearing the blanket off of Jan, which caused Jan to immediately let out a shriek. Her hands flew to try to grab the blanket back, but it was no use - Jaida had thrown the blanket onto the floor, and was chuckling to herself as Jan scowled up at her.

Jan reluctantly sat up, but not without grabbing a pillow to hit Jaida’s shoulder with. It was Jaida’s turn to glare at Jan, but it didn’t last long, because next thing Jan knew she was being physically pulled up out of bed by Jaida and pushed towards the bathroom.

“Go. Get. Ready!” Jaida insisted, giving Jan one final push as she stumbled into the bathroom, catching herself on the sink so she wouldn’t trip. By the time Jan looked at herself in the mirror, her fatigue had begun to dissipate, instead replaced by a bubbling sense of excitement as the realization settled over her. Within a few hours’ time, she and Jaida would be embarking on their annual mini road trip to Camp Daybreak. Three hours on the highway and another hour driving through backwoods, and they would be back at their home away from home, reunited with friends they had known since they were little kids. To say Jan was excited was an understatement, the blonde letting out a squeal before turning the shower on.

No matter what happened, she was determined to make it a good summer.

****

By the time Jan got back to her bedroom, patting her hair dry with a towel as she walked, Jaida had laid out half the things she’d need for camp on her bed and had taken up residence sitting at Jan’s vanity. Jan’s eyes quickly scanned the piles before throwing the damp towel into her laundry hamper, impressed by Jaida’s work. She had laid out all of Jan’s old camp shirts, pulled out damn near every pair of shorts she owned, and had tossed a couple pairs of sneakers into a heap on the floor beside Jan’s bed.

“Someone was busy,” Jan mused, leaning against the doorframe as Jaida rolled her eyes with a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Well someone had to make sure you had clothes to wear this summer. I’m not letting you steal my damn shorts again, Janet,” Jaida quipped back, pointing to a pair of denim shorts she had set beside her on the vanity for emphasis.

“In my defense, I could’ve sworn I had already given those back to you,” Jan laughed as she held her hands up in mock surrender.

“Child,” Jaida drawled as she shook her head. “Just finish packing bitch, I’m gonna go raid your folks’ pantry for snacks so we don’t have to stop at some sketchy gas station 10 minutes into the trip.”

Jan watched as Jaida stood up and padded out of the bedroom, not without playfully slapping her ass as she passed by. Jan let out a surprised yelp followed by laughter, shooting Jaida a look as she swatted at her friend’s arm.

“Keep your damn hands to yourself!” Jan called out, shaking her head lightheartedly. “Save that hanky-panky for when Crystal’s around!”

Jan watched as Jaida stopped dead in her tracks at the top of the stairs and slowly turned, her face scrunched up in one of her infamous death stares. She locked eyes with Jan, and before Jan had a chance to react, Jaida was charging at her, muttering about how she was gonna kick Jan’s ass for mentioning Crystal because that was a one-time thing.

Jan let out a shriek, running into her room in an attempt to escape her friend’s wrath. But then Jaida grabbed her by the waist and tackled her onto the bed, the two girls landing on top of the stacks of clothing with Jaida on top of Jan. They locked eyes for a split second before the pair dissolved into a fit of laughter, Jaida allowing herself to completely collapse on top of Jan.

Their laughter stopped the moment they heard someone clear their throat just outside Jan’s bedroom door. Both girls immediately looked towards the door to see Jan’s little brother, Jared, standing in the hallway, still in his pajamas.

“Gay,” he deadpanned, rolling his eyes before walking away without another word.

“Jared!” Jan gasped, throwing one of her pillows at the doorway in vain, the pillow falling to the floor without ever even coming near hitting Jan’s brother.

“You’re a little bitch, Jared!”

“Jaida!”

****

Once Jan had finished packing, she and Jaida began dragging her bags down the stairs to load them into the back of Jaida’s old Wagoneer. One suitcase, two duffle bags, and a backpack later, and they had managed to stuff everything into the back with Jaida’s multitude of bags.

“Damn, Jai, how much did you pack?” Jan teased, closing the hatch on the back of the old Jeep.

“Just the essentials,” Jaida replied with a shrug. She leaned against the side of her hand-me-down car, twirling the keys around her index finger as Jan moved around the side of the car.

“Mhmm, sure,” Jan hummed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Before Jaida had a chance to make a witty comeback, Jan’s parents stepped out onto the front porch to wish the two girls a final goodbye and a safe trip. Jan took the opportunity to run up the steps and hug them both; Jaida, on the other hand, gave them a friendly wave before sliding into the driver’s seat of her car and turning the vehicle on.

Evidently their hugs were taking longer than Jaida anticipated, because soon Jan could hear the distinct sound of Jaida’s horn ringing through the air. She let out a laugh as her dad yelled at Jaida to give them all one more minute, then they could go.

“Have a good summer, honey,” Jan’s mother hummed, giving her one final squeeze.

“I will! I promise,” Jan reassured her, hastily pressing kisses to both of her parents’ cheeks as she murmured her final goodbyes to them. It felt weird for Jan to be spending her final summer of college away from her family, but at the same time, she couldn’t imagine spending it any other way. Camp Daybreak had made her into the person she was then, and without the camp, she doubted she ever would have become such close friends with Jaida - or any of the others she and her best friend were set to meet up with in a few hours.

Flashing her parents one last smile, Jan turned and eagerly darted towards Jaida’s car before hopping into the passenger’s seat.

“Camp Daybreak, here we come!” She squealed excitedly, drumming her hands against the dashboard as Jaida pulled out of the driveway.

****

It wasn’t until they stopped at a gas station about an hour from Jan’s house that she realized she had still managed to forget something, even with Jaida helping her pack.

“Damn it!” She exclaimed, making Jaida stick her head out of the window of her car, glancing at Jan beside the gas pump. “I forgot to pack a bathing suit.”

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode/jan sport #crystal methyd/jaida essence hall #jackie cox/nicky doll #ninex #jan sport #jaida essence hall #jackie cox #nicky doll #gigi goode #crystal methyd #nina west #monet x change #astrodrag #fluff #summer camp au #lesbian au #college au #concrit welcome #summer lovin' 2020 #day 1: bathing suit #stories for monday

[livesincerely]

[Bits & Bobs] it’s so easy (too easy) to love you

Here’s the latest progress report/update from my javid domestic!au, formerly known as The One Where It’s Domestic. It ended up having too much plot for the Tease Series, but I’m still in love with the idea. (And there will probably still be a smutty epilogue, lol)

00000

Davey’s just gotten out of class—literally just walked out the door—when his phone starts ringing.

“Davey,” Racetrack says the moment he answers, not even giving Davey time to say hello, “Can you swing by the apartment real quick?”

Davey sighs. “Are you locked out of the house again?”

There’s a guilty silence. Then, “Or maybe I just wanna see you, huh? You don’t know.”

“Racetrack.”

“Crutchie’s the one that lost the spare,” Racetrack capitulates immediately, there’s an indignant “Hey!” somewhere in the background, “and I left my keys in my locker ‘cause I thought Crutchie had his—”

There’s a scuffle of noise, then Crutchie’s voice breaks in, “—don’t listen to him Davey, I asked him before we even got on the subway if he had his keys and he said he did but he didn’t even check—”

“—well, I thought you had yours, didn’t I?—”

“—and he was twenty minutes late picking me up from band practice because he was too busy flirting with Spot Conlon to come help me carry my oboe—”

“—that was supposed to be a secret you little shit!”

“—you started it!”

Davey pulls the phone away from his ear as the other side of the line descends into a mess of indistinct yelling. He thinks about trying to get their attention, but he decides to just start heading towards the apartment, muting the call while he waits them out—they’ll remember him eventually.

In the meantime, Davey sends a quick text:

Race and Crutchie locked themselves out of the house again

He’s not expecting a response, but Jack must be in-between projects because he gets one almost immediately.

jc again? 

And you’re going to have to get a new spare made

fuck okay i’ll take care of it. are you heading over?

I’m walking there now

ur the light of my life dave

Davey can’t help but smile at this, a soft feeling fluttering in his chest. Before he can write back, Jack sends a second text:

how did the ochem midterm go?

I feel good about it! Def did better than I thought I would!

duh youve been living in the library all week ofc ur gonna do great. ill swing by the grocery on the way home, pick up some ice cream to celebrate. do we need anything else while im there?

Get a bell pepper and some tomato paste, I’m going to make spaghetti for dinner. And we need laundry detergent.

fuck yes im starving. can we do garlic bread too?

Get home on time and we’ll see.

you drive a hard bargain sir. kerian owes me a favor so ill make him stay late. ill be home in a couple hours 

Grinning, Davey goes to respond but is distracted by a tinny, muffled sound emanating from his phone’s speakers. He unmutes the call and lifts his phone back to his ear.

“Davey?” Crutchie says hesitantly, and it sounds like he might’ve been calling Davey’s name for a while. They must’ve put him on speaker because he can still hear Race grumbling nearby. “Are you still there?”

“I’m still here,” Davey confirms, feeling a little guilty for forgetting about them, even though they forgot him first.

“So are ya comin’ or what?” Racetrack asks, ever impatient, “because I’m roasting out here.”

“Well, I was thinking about leaving you to ruminate on your poor life choices,” Davey responds dryly, “but I guess I can come let you in, since you asked so nicely.”

“Thanks, Davey,” Crutchie says.

“Hurry, will ya? Much longer and I’m gonna get heatstroke and die,” Racetrack calls.

Davey rolls his eyes. “Goodbye, Race.”

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Davey starts rifling through the bags almost before Jack can finish putting them down. “Did you get the—?”

“I got the tomato paste,” Jack says, pulling out a gallon of ice cream and sticking it in the freezer. “I also got some more of that fancy cheese you like so much, even though it costs half the grocery budget.”

“It balances the dish,” Davey insists around an armful of vegetables, “the salt cuts through the richness of the sauce.” He makes quick work of washing a green pepper and peeling an onion, then starts dicing both into small, neat pieces.

“All I know is, the shredded stuff works just as well and it doesn’t cost a fortune.”

“Watch your mouth, Kelly,” Davey says, wagging his knife at Jack teasingly, “smartasses don’t get dinner.”

“That so?” Jack asks with a grin. “Then why the hell are we still feeding Racetrack?”

“I heard that,” Race grumbles from the kitchen table.

“Yeah, you were supposed to,” Jack says, moving over to Racetrack and slinging an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a side hug. Race bats at Jack’s hand but makes no real attempt to get away. Then Jack says, “So, I hear you and your brother lost another set of keys.”

Race gives Davey a look of the deepest betrayal. “You told Jack?”

“Of course he did,” Jack says. “Someone’s gonna have to get new ones made, and it sure ain’t gonna be either half of the dynamic duo.”

“Crutchie lost the spare,” Race says, throwing Crutchie under the bus while he’s not in the room to defend himself. “And I didn’t lose my keys, I just left them in my locker.”

“Uh huh, save it for the judge,” Jack responds, ruffling Race’s hair. “Just know if I end up having to change the deadbolt, it’s coming outta your subway money.”

“Jacky, leave Racetrack alone,” Davey comments mildly over Racetrack’s spluttering protests. “He needs to work on that paper and you’re distracting him.”

“Yeah, Jack,” Race repeats, a little smug. “You’re distracting me.”

Davey turns to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Racetrack quickly busies himself with his homework.

Davey goes back to the stove-top, adding the chopped vegetables to the ground beef that’s browning in a pan. He feels more than hears Jack sidle up behind him: the familiar weight of his gaze, the solid presence at his back. He stands there quietly, leaning against the counter-top and just watching Davey cook; unbothered, Davey lets him be for the moment and moves toward the pantry. With a bit of searching he unearths a can of tomatoes, then adds it and the tomato paste to the sauce pan and turns it down to a simmer.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Davey says, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me with this?” glancing over his shoulder at Jack, a mock challenge. “You know there’s no loitering in my kitchen.”

“Well, I’m nothin’ if notta law abidin’ citizen,” Jack drawls in answer, the corner of his mouth quirking up. He rolls up his shirt sleeves, exposing the long, muscular line of his forearms, and washes his hands in the kitchen sink. “Where do you want me?”

Davey licks his lips. “Think you can handle boiling the pasta?”

...

“I’ve got to head back out,” Jack says. “Johnson’s got me working a night shoot and I have to be downtown by 9.”

“How long is the session?” Davey asks.

“We’re scheduled for five hours, but we might get to wrap it up early if everything goes well.” Jack’s hand brushes against the small of Davey’s back and they trade spots again, Davey stepping back up to the stovetop and Jack taking his place at the cutting board.

“Are ya spending the night or are ya headin’ back to your place?”

“Depends on how much help Racetrack needs with his history paper,” Davey replies. “We might be at it a while.”

Jack huffs out a laugh. “Well, if you do spend the night, go ahead and take the bed. The extra blankets are in the usual place.”

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Davey notices the time and frowns. “Jack,” he calls, “it’s already 7:30. If you don’t leave soon you’re gonna be late for work.”

There’s a clamor of noise from down the hall, then Jack appears, freshly showered and fumbling to put on his socks and button his work shirt at the same time.

“Fuck, Mr. Johnson is gonna kill me,” Jack grumbles. He pats down his pockets, then groans. “Christ, has anyone seen my—”

“Your wallet and keys are on the counter by the microwave,” Davey says. “And take a jacket, it’s supposed to rain later.”

…

“Jack—”

“And Dave cooked, so you shitheads better do the dishes, get me?”

“Jack, you’re gonna be late,” Davey cuts in firmly, holding out Jack’s jacket for him.

“Alright, I’m going,” Jack says, shrugging it on, and he finally starts making moves towards the door.

He gives Crutchie one last pat on the shoulder and cuffs Racetrack on the back of the head in a slightly rougher, but no less affectionate goodbye, which is per usual. Then he turns to Davey, tips his chin up, and kisses him right on the mouth, short and sweet.

“Lock the door behind me and don’t forget to—” Jack stops mid-sentence, then turns bright red.

“Um,” says Crutchie.

“Holy shit,” says Racetrack.

Jack’s mouth opens and closes soundlessly. Finally, he sputters out, “I u-uh — I-I d-didn’t mean—“

Davey doesn’t respond. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to—he’s frozen in place, his mind a sudden wash of static. For a moment, they just look at each other. Then Jack blurts, “gottagoseeyoulaterbye” and bolts out the front door.

Davey’s not sure how long he stands there, staring blankly into space, utterly dumbfounded.

“Davey?” Crutchie asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?”

There’s a horrible, strangled, choking noise. A split second later, Davey realizes it’s coming from him.

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[luverofsupernatural]

These Hands of Mine: Ch 5 Morning, Breakfast

This is the fifth installation of the These Hands of Mine series ( Master List, Previous: 4-Prodigieux Fall, Next: 6-A Typical Day).

This story isn’t just about Jackie, there are other people too. Suffering in their own silence. Everyone is working on recovery, even if no one else sees it.

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Consciousness returned dramatically. The kind of alertness that you would get if you were suddenly thrown in a life-or-death situation, having to quickly take in your surroundings and everything feels awake and amplified. Only, this alertness didn’t have that characteristic rush of adrenaline, luckily. But Chase did know those kind of moments; they were seared into his brain, but he tried to keep them locked up tight and buried deep.

Popping open his eyes, the room was less dark than he’d left it. That happened when your eyes had hours to adjust to the darkness of night. There weren’t any dramatic bright spots, so it was probably before sunrise. Rolling over, Chase threw his arm over the side of the bed and started lazily rummaging around for the bottle he kept beside his bed. Once he found it, he took a long drink of cold water. The liquid only helped his brain speed up the morning reboot process. The doc was right, Chase had to begrudgingly admit to himself. No way he could just lay in bed for hours now — his brain was too fired up and moving to feel like lying down. He may not have had his spunk back yet, but this sure felt like the good old days.

In one swift motion, he threw off the covers, spun himself onto the side of the bed, and stood up. Made him feel like Jackie for a moment. Jackie’s advice wasn’t bad either: fake it ‘til you make it. Though, Chase knew they interpreted it differently. He took it to mean role-playing, since that was the easiest way to have energy when he felt dead inside.

Looking at the clock, Chase saw how early it actually was. 7:26. Going to sleep earlier helped too apparently. Today was shaping up to be a good day, so Chase made the decision to cook breakfast for his brothers. And he had to get a move on too; they were all morning people and he’d be lucky if they weren’t all crowding the kitchen by 8.

Let’s see now, they had eggs, bread, pancake mix, coffee beans... No sausage or bacon or potatoes. Oh! Omelets. Henrik was healthy enough to always have some vegetables in the fridge. Omelets and pancakes, and coffee. Maybe he should put the kettle on for Jamie too. Glancing at the stove, Chase scratched that thought – not enough stove space. Microwaved hot water though...

After getting out the eggs, tomato, green pepper, cheese, butter, pancake stuff, and setting two cups of water in the microwave, he started to get breakfast ready. First, two pans on the stove, each with a slice of butter to grease the pan, and two mixing bowls. Next, Chase made the batter for the pancakes. It reminded him of the times he would could breakfast for his kids on Saturday mornings. One of the days he was could goof off without being so heavily chastised for it. Shaking his head in a vain attempt to shake out the thought, he poured the batter into one pan and let it be for a bit. Cracking eggs into his other bowl, he used a fork to whisk them into a yellow bubbly mess. Problem was, they didn’t feel right. “Right!” Chase exclaimed, hand flying into the air at the breakthrough. He got a cup of water and poured a dash of it into the egg mix. Whisking it in, the eggs started to look right again. He smiled in triumph while pouring the mixture into the frying pan, loving the sizzle that came from it.

The pancake seemed ready to flip, but somewhat overdone once Chase saw the cooked side. And no chocolate chips either. “Next one,” he told himself, trying not to feel bad about forgetting. He rummaged the pantry for the chocolate, finally finding a half-eaten bag near the back. Then he had to run back to the eggs that smelled like they were burning. When he was lifting them up to move the liquid onto the bottom, he could see the brown parts. “Lower heeaaaattt,” Chase dragged out, watching the flame die down as he turned the burner knob. He nudged at the pancake with his spatula. Not quite yet. Doing a quick turn around, he started trying to cut the veggies. The green pepper was easy enough to slice and dice, but the tomato was going to be tough, and needed time he didn’t have. Checking back, the pancake was finished off and so was the egg. Rushing for a plate, Chase raced to slide the pancake off the heat onto cool porcelain and to add the pepper and cheese to the egg. He pressed the top down with his spatula and refused to lift pressure until the cheese was fully melted.

It was only after he folded the omelet onto its plate that he remembered that the vegetables needed to be cooked. Face-palming, he went back into the cupboard for a third pan. As low key as this was, breakfast was more stressful than he remembered. But maybe he just had the heat too high on everything and that sped up cooking time. And it had been a bit since he’d done this too; maybe he was just out of practice.

His second round was quicker. This time, he knew what he was doing, and had the correct heat, and all the ingredients. Chocolate chip pancakes and cooked tomato (and pepper) in the omelet. For the third take, he dabbled with higher heat on the pancake, but it was a challenge he felt ready to embrace. After starting a final batch of breakfast for himself (or maybe he would just take the first overcooked batch if this one went well), he took the finished plates over to the dining table in the other room for when his brothers would inevitably waltz down the stairs. But, after moving the first plate, he decided to present them on the kitchen countertop instead; never was sure if he brothers would actually sit down for breakfast. But something looked wrong.... Drinks. ! Coffee!! At least Chase was now comfortable enough to juggle that with the cooking. Once the final breakfast was finished, he started to put all the food back where it belonged.

Hot water, pot a coffee, four breakfasts, and still no one else. Chase made himself busy, heating up the meals that were getting cold, finding syrup and failing to find jelly, getting silverware, starting to clean up his mess and putting pans in the sink, moving the plates over to the dining table again because he wanted at least the notion of a family people. He sat down and waited; it just didn’t feel right to eat without anyone else.

Creaking from the wooden stairs sounded so melodious as his first brother jaunted down. In walked Jameson, perfectly prim and proper, as always. Chase corrected his posture, knowing how much it meant to Jameson. “Hey Jameson!” Chase beamed. He wanted this to be a good day, why not smile? “I made us all breakfast, and there’s hot water in the microwave for your tea.”

“Thank you, Chase,” Jamie signed, moving to get his tea ready. Chase just sat there for a moment, fighting to keep a smile on his face. Jameson didn’t have the same excited look his kids got when Chase made them breakfast. But, Jameson was a grown man, and the brothers cooking for each other wasn’t that big of a deal at this point. It was a big deal for Chase that he was doing batch cooking, but maybe he was setting his expectations too high.

Jameson filled his mug and took a seat next to Chase. “Shall we wait for the others?” Jameson inquired.

“Well, it would be the polite thing to do,” Chase started, darting his eyes over to the staircase, hoping to see or hear someone that wasn’t there, “but who knows when they’ll be down. And I don’t want the food to get colder than it already is.” Hopefully it still had some warmth to it.

“I suppose that is a fair point,” Jameson agreed. “Let’s eat then.” Jameson cut away an edge of the omelet. He then speared the piece of egg and held it up like a trophy, looking over expectantly at Chase. Chase did the same after finally realizing Jameson was waiting on him. Then the two took their first bites. It was somewhat warm, but the cheese wasn’t a gooey melty mess. Needed ketchup. Journeying to the fridge, Chase plucked the half empty bottle from the door and returned to his seat. Maybe the pancake would be better. Lathering it in syrup, Chase cut out a large chunk and put the whole piece in his mouth. Chewier than it should have been, but at least the syrup helped. Maybe water would help. Getting up again, he filled his glass from the tap — trying to keep up his water intake.

The two sat together in silence, eating their mediocre breakfast. It felt kind of uncomfortable, not hearing anything besides the clanging of silverware and the chewing of food. But, trying to keep up his good spirits, Chase used the time to practice mindfulness and just being in the moment. It was interrupted by constant mental reminders to not let himself drift from what was even happening.

Suddenly, there was another set of dragging footsteps breaking the quiet. Henrik walked in from the living room, not from the stairway. Crinkled work clothes, and messed up hair. “Morning doc!” Chase joked, trying to combat his brother’s current state. Henrik did look up slightly and gave Chase a small nod before dropping his head back down and shambling over to the coffee pot. “Late night last night?” Chase asked, more somber. Henrik didn’t even berate Chase for calling him doc. Was Chase, the only true night-owl in the house, the only person today who was enthused about being awake?

“Ehhh...” Henrik trailed off, pouring himself a large cup from the pot. “Thanks for making coffee.” He took a big gulp before pouring himself almost another full mug. Cup in hand, Henrik finally turned around and actually looked at his brothers. He rubbed his eyes for a bit before taking another gulp. “Both of you are up.”

“Yep,” Chase nodded, keeping things short and sweet. Henrik’s eyes drifted a bit and seemed to glaze over. Chase would have told his brother to go back to sleep, but Henrik was a terrible patient, worst of the bunch. Plus, Henrik always had the excuse that he just hadn’t had his coffee yet.

“Oh, thanks Chase.” Guess Henrik finally noticed the other breakfasts. “But I’m already running late so uh, I’ll just take it for lunch.” Chase made sure to keep a smile, or at least neutral pose on his face. Would have been easier if Henrik had just said he didn’t want it.

“Sure.” Better communication was a goal Chase had, just not the one he was working on.

“Oh, and...” Henrik paused to rub his eyes. Maybe today was a three cups of coffee kind of day. “I told Jackie to sleep in today, so he shouldn’t be up for a bit. Probably a good idea to just put his plate in the fridge. With that, Henrik finished off his cup and start rummaging around in the cabinets.

Chase looked down at his plate. A viscous mess of ketchup and syrup was left on the plate. So much for a family meal. Then Chase felt a hand on his back and turned toward Jamie. “It was a good meal,” Jamie encouraged, accompanying the words with a smile and a thumbs up. 

That got a small turn of a smile out of Chase. “Thanks Jame,” Chase responded, patting his brother on the shoulder twice before standing up. The cellophane was already out and Henrik was moving for his food. Tearing a piece off of plastic, Chase moved to the remaining plate and wrapped it up with the plastic wrap, sealing the edges before putting it into the fridge to wait.

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[writingmilo]

̶U̶n̶c̶l̶e̶s̶  Maya: Chapter 8

Part 3 of Flipped AU

Masterpost

TRIGGER WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, BLACKMAIL, LIGHT IMPLICATIONS OF RAPE

Maya woke up early the next morning, excited about the day to come. Dressing before going down to breakfast, she was already imagining feeding her new dog, and taking it on long walks by herself.

In the kitchen, Chase was also up, as were Jameson and Marvin, planning how they would reveal to Anti that they had Maya. Chase had been smart with choosing them two for the task: they both had a creative flair. When Maya walked through the doorway, the conversation turned to who would tell Maya. Before Maya could ask what they had to tell her, the three fell quiet and Marvin gestured for her to sit next to him. 

Without food in front of her, she felt awkward sitting at the island next to him, but didn’t make a fuss. Instead, she waited for him to finish his mouthful, and start talking.

“So little duck, what we need to tell you is that you can’t have a dog.” He looked apologetic.

“It’s my fault, really, it’s because of my magic. You see, it doesn’t react well to animals, I can’t even do birthday parties if they have pets, it can become that uncontrollable. And I know you don’t want to put any of us in danger by getting a pet.”

“No.” Maya lied. “I don’t want any of you to get hurt.” She really did. 

“But don’t worry,” Chase joined in, “I know how excited you were to spend some time with me, so we can still go out into the city. I can even vlog it for the channel, I’m sure everyone would love to meet you.”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” That would be awful. “I would love to meet some of your fans.” She would hate it.

“Great! We’ll head out after you’ve had breakfast.” Maya nodded, and went to get some cereal from the pantry.

They left soon after, the house now free to talk about their plans without secrecy.

Part 1…

Henrik and Jackie sat in the empty dining room, discussing their plan. Originally, they had planned to take Kenna in a similar way to how they had taken Maya, but they didn’t know enough about her; they didn’t even know her parents’ names. 

“All I’m saying is, the one thing we know for certain about her is that she likes Maya in some way.” Jackie was adamant that would be what helped them come up with the plan, whereas Henrik was only getting more and more frustrated at his stubbornness.

“How will it help us? How exactly will it help us bring her here?”

“I don’t know, but it will. I know it will! As certain as I am Jackieboyman!” Henrik’s face lit up, he had it.

“No, I tell you what will help, your red suit, and some convincing black clothing.”

“What?!”

“Would it not be very unfortunate for Kenna to get, say, mugged, and Jackieboyman to rescue her, but as she has already lost her purse and phone, he allows her to show her gratitude in a different way.” Henrik was grinning maliciously. 

“Henrik, dude, that is fucked up, even for you. She’s a kid.”

“It is not like you haven’t done it before.” Jackie opened his mouth to protest, but Henrik didn’t let him speak. “Just because we have to be in bed by eleven, doesn’t mean we sleep, my brother. But your point about her being a child is fair, maybe her mugger could knock her out, and Jackieboyman takes her out of a dark alley to keep her safe.” He tapped his brother’s face. “Now go and get your suit on, school will end soon.”

Henrik sat in his idling car with Jackie as they waited for the school bell to ring and the students to start rushing out. Soon they did, and both watching for her, they saw her trailing alone at the back of the crowd. She walked off the site, and in the opposite direction to most of the other kids. Slowly, they pulled the car out, and drove down the street, passing her. Around the corner, Henrik parked the car, and hid in an alleyway, close enough to the street to see Kenna coming. In his right hand he held a needle, but his left hand was empty, ready to grab her as she passed.

Meanwhile, Jackie had run up the stairs of the tallest building on the street, and was perched on the edge of the roof, waiting to see Kenna walking down the street. When he did, he knew he had to wait until she was pulled into the alleyway by Henrik, then he could move. It would look the most organic that way as well, as if he had simply been on patrol and seen something bad happen.

Kenna had earbuds in, blasting jazz music to drown out the hum of the city as she walked home; because of this, she never heard Henrik’s shuffling feet in the alleyway. She never even noticed his existence until he had a firm grip on her arm, and had pulled her off the main street. She yelped, but his hand was over her mouth before much sound could get out. The needle was stuck into her neck before Jackie had sprung off the roof, drifting through the air until he could land softly, rolling before he ran the rest of the street to the alley. Henrik had, as planned, run back to the car, and driven off before Jackie had reached the entrance, leaving Kenna half conscious on the ground. 

“Hi, hey, can you hear me?” Jackie shook Kenna’s shoulders, pulling her earbuds out as her head flopped slightly, but her eyes fluttered open.

“Jackieboyman?! Are you here to save me?” 

“Something like that. Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.” He scooped her up in his arms and took off, flying over the cityscape until Kenna was safely unconscious. Then, he landed back in an alley, where Henrik had been waiting for him, and together they put her in the backseat, and drove home.

Their little duck would be so happy.

And now, part 2…

Marvin and Jameson hadn’t needed to spend as much time on coming up with their plan as Jackie and Henrik had, instead they had spent the whole morning rehearsing. After all, you can’t do a show without rehearsals.

They left together, mid afternoon, to Anti’s house, Marvin directing them from memory of where Maya would spend her evenings. It was small, very homely; not what they imagined him or Louise settling down into. The lights were on inside, and they parked the car over the road, preparing for their performance.

Marvin ran out of the car, posting a handwritten letter through the letterbox and knocking on the door, before standing flat against the wall, ready to blast him with magic. The letterbox shut softly, and Marvin knew he was about to open the door. A click of the lock, and brushing of carpet as the door opened, and Anti stepped outside, barefoot. Marvin shot the blast of magic before Anti realised he was there, but it took a few seconds before it took over. In that time, Anti turned to the attack, and saw his brother. 

In turn, Marvin took him in as well. He looked broken, the green tint of his skin turned from bright to sickly, and deep purple bags sat under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept for weeks. Marvin caught him just as he started to fall, and dragged him inside, leaving the door open for Jameson, who was climbing out of the car, to follow.

Anti woke up with a splitting headache, had he got drunk again last night? Maybe, but his hangovers had never been this bad before. He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Marvin and Jameson sat on the sofa opposite him. Why were his brothers here? Thinking about it, their presence explained why his head was aching so much. Marvin must’ve attacked him.

“Why are you here?” His voice was hoarse even though he had only been out for a few minutes.

“Anti, brother, you’re awake!”Jameson sprung up, Marvin following.

“You see, we had a message to deliver, and we thought we could play a little game, for old time’s sake. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“I said, why are you in my house?” Anti kept his head bowed, not trusting them enough to look in their eyes.

“Brother, dear brother, where is the fun in just telling you?” Marvin smirked. “We have made it much more fun, like a scavenger hunt! Except with each clue you find, you get an extra day to find your precious daughter.”

It took a moment for Anti to realise what Marvin had just told him. “You cunts! You have my daughter! You took her, just to get at me! I swear to god I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Anti, calm down! You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her would you?” Jameson held up a remote. They all had one, and it controlled the ‘choker’ that Chase had put on Maya the second day. 

“You wouldn’t! You sick fuck.” Anti was snarling, his vow as good as broken if it would protect her.

“Oh, we already have. But one push of this button and a pulse of energy goes through her spine. Let’s just hope she’s not holding anything sharp.” Jameson pressed the button, and Anti struggled against the chair. He didn’t know that Chase had turned the collar off so he could take her outside of the house, and they weren’t about to tell him.

“Okay, so let me go, I do this stupid scavenger hunt, and then I come to your dumb fucking mansion and I kill every last one of you.” Surprisingly, Marvin walked over behind him and untied his restraints. It took every ounce of willpower not to lunge at them both then and there, but he couldn’t risk Maya’s safety. She was all he had.

“So what’s the first clue?” And just like that their game began.

It was evening by the time their game was finished. Anti was covered in sweat, tears, and a little blood, but he had found all of the clues. His prize? Ten days from when Jameson and Marvin left his house to find Maya. If she wouldn’t go with him, or he couldn’t find her in time, he lost and he would sign all parental rights over to Louise, and they kept her forever.

They left, and the countdown begun.

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[klaussstilinski]

Chapter 1

AN: Okay I'm so sorry for the long wait I've been dealing with some shit, but I'm here to deliver. Also sorry for the long chapter I got a bit carried away. Please comment, love, reblog the whole shebang and don’t forget to give me some feedback. I really hope you enjoy. With all the love and kisses here is chapter one! Didn’t proofread either it’s getting late and i still have to pack for a trip tomorrow, so forgive my errors!

Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING ABOUT THE SHOW, JUST MY CHARACTERS DAISY, JACKIE, AND MADELINE. Also, I did use some dialogue form the show and also switched some up!

Words: 2,700+ (Sorry once again)

Icing. Icing. Icing. I need more icing. Damn it. Glancing up at the clock it read 4:37. I was supposed to be gone by 4, Monse was finally back from writing camp and we were supposed to go shopping tonight. But instead I'm here crumb coating a wedding cake.  

“Jackie can you bring me the other tub?” Throwing the spatula down and wiping my hands on my yellow floral apron.

“Tub of?”

“TuB oF...” Rolling my eyes. “Tub of ICING Jackie, tub of icing. Preferably the royal please.” Huffing Jackie drops down into a squat on the other side of the kitchen and grabs a tub.

“Thank you!” Continuing the crumb coating I happen to doze off again and of course a special person comes to mind. Oscar. He’s back. They released him 4 months early, and of course the first thing he does is drag Cesar into the Santos. Which I guess is a good thing since that’ll keep him protected from the prophet$, and from me. Ever since I found out that he told everyone about him and Monse I've been out for his head. He knows to stay away from me and apparently Jamal and Ruby feel the same way. I’m worried about how Monse is going to handle everything when she finds out he blabbering.

“Okay, off you go to chill my little child.” I whisper carefully putting the cake into the fridge to set overnight. Glancing up at the clock it now reads 5:15. Walking over to the wall, closest to the entry way to the front of the bakery, I hang up my apron then start to clean up my mess.

Walking into the kitchen Jackie comes to help me with the dirty appliances and utensils. “So, I locked the front door, moped, counted the register, and took up what was left of the éclairs and macarons and put them into the purple box.”

“You are a life saver. Also, I'm sorry for being such a bitch earlier I'm...” Clenching my jaw and scrubbing a little harder at the poor bowl. “Just a little stressed right now.”

“I know...does it have anything to do with some of the Santos coming in and asking for you earlier?”

“Wait what?” Stopping and looking at her with wide eyes. “When did this happen?”

“Daisy...” Jackie said very slowly, as if she was talking to a child. “Wednesday they came in here and asked for you, I told you this remember?” Shaking my head, she continued. “Well they claimed they just wanted to check on you and when I asked for what they told me it was none of my business and then proceeded to sample, then buy might I add, some of my delicious Mississippi mud cupcakes!”  

“Huh it must’ve slipped my mind.” As I finished drying out the rest of the bowls, I remembered what she said. “They bought some of your cupcakes? What the hell this is big news, most people try to avoid your cupcakes-ow that hurt!” I exclaimed rubbing my arm.  

“People don’t avoid them they’re just cautious because they’ve never seen some that looked so exciting and enticing.” Hanging up her apron she grabbed our bags and my car keys. Grabbing them from her I lead us to the side door where I set the alarm and quickly rushed her out the door.

“You know many people think you spent your inheritance money to get this beauty.” Smiling I look at my new red 2018 Chevy cruze. Of course, I knew that people thought that, but only people that I wanted to know, knew the truth. I give Jackie rides to work every day since she lives on the route, I take every day. On the way home I decide to stop by Monse’s to see if she's home.

“If you’re looking for Monse you just missed her. She decided to walk to the orientation with the boys.” Dad said answering the door.  

“Maybe I came to see you.” Judgmental eyes followed me as I walked into the house I grew up in. “Fine I came to see Monse...how are you? When did you get back?”

“I’m doing, I got back Monday. Figured I could be home for Monse on her first day of high school.” He responded walking past me into the kitchen, “Want something to drink?”

“No, I'm fine, I actually have to get going. I’m taking Monse out to dinner tonight.”  

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?” Shocked I sharply turned my head towards him.

“I...I um should really get going.” I need to leave before he notices my bottom lip trembling.

“Okay I’ll call you before I leave again Daisy.”

Walking out the door I rush to the car and rush home to take a shower. He hasn’t told me that in years. Of course I love him, he’s my father but he hasn’t exactly been present in my life. The last time I saw him was for my 13th birthday right before I left to go live with mama. But I also don’t hold any kind of resentment towards him. Fresh out the shower I wrap a towel around my hair and body, and go on the hunt for my phone to call Monse.

“Finally, you decide to pick up. This is my second time calling you!”  

“Sorry I’m kind of in a situation with the crew. Can we, I don’t know, rain check for dinner tonight?”

“No!” I say stomping my foot. “I’ve had this planned ever since you first left. I want to spend time with my little sister. Leave the boys to figure whatever was going on out by themselves.”  

“Okay, okay fine. I’ll head home and get ready.” Sighing I reach for my tribal print top and black jeans.  

“Be ready in 30 minutes, love you.”

“Love you too.”  

Taking the towel off my head I turn to the mirror and gasp.

“Damn Daisy you need a trim.” Running my fingers through my hair I detangle it, then grab a little hair from the front, braid it and pin it around the side of my head, and proceeded to do the same to the other side. Next, I lather myself with lotion while my hair air dries, and then get ready. Twirling around in the mirror I admire myself, what a sight to behold.  

“Keys, wallet, phone, coat.” I check as I walk out the door. “Lock the door you fool!” Laughing I turnaround and run back to the door.  

“So how was camp?”  I ask Monse handing my menu back to the waiter.

“It was mildly life changing.” Smiling she reaches for her water.  

“I can see that.” Laughing as she blushes and looks away. “Monse you hit puberty there is nothing wrong with that. You’re just growing up...too fast.”  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Monse questioned me.  

Turning my head and squinting my eyes I studied her. Her hair has grown just from the little bit of time she's been gone. Her braces are finally off, she’s more confident, outspoken.  

“It means you’re unapologetically you, Monse. You’ve experienced things no 14 year old should. You’re brutally honest, have no filter, headstrong, determined, and much, much more. You only had dad growing up and I know how hard that was and is for you.” Reaching across the table she grabs my hand. “I wish I would’ve been there more for you. But I promise to you Monse, I will be here from now on. Anytime you need to call me or just need me, I'll be here.”

“I know.” Smiling she looked me in my eyes, “I love you too!” Dinner went on to be high-spirited and energetic. On the way back home, she decides to call Ruby and Jamal and from there all hell breaks loose.

“So, what exactly was the context when Cesar said Monse let him “hit it”?”  

“He didn’t say he “hit it” he said he “smashed, really hard”.” Ruby replied. “But who cares about context.

“I care!” Glancing over at Monse I notice a vein about to pop on her forehead.

“Dude you can't keep one secret.”

“Dude she was blackmailing me, so I had to give!” Jamal whimpered.

“Why is he whispering?” A confused stare was thrown my way. “Ruby!” I clarified.

“Ruby, where are you?”

“Hell. Look I'm dealing with some b.s. of my own right now, so we will deal with this another time.”  

“He hung up on me.” Monse gasped. “Well I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow then.” Getting out of the car she practically ran into the house. Last thing I noticed as I pulled off was dad’s truck was gone. So much for staying until her first day of high school, huh? As I pull into my driveway, I finally let my body relax and realized just how tired I truly was! My bed and a glass or 2 of wine was calling my name.

“You’re late!” Madeline yells as I come running through the door the next morning. I overslept by 30 minutes.

“I know I'm sorry, I forgot to set my alarm. I don’t usually work on Saturdays so it just caught me off guard.” Putting my things in the cubbies I put my hair up, wash my hands, and put on my apron. Walking over to the fridge I take the cake out and get back to work. Putting on the last layer of icing and putting it away to set in the fridge again.

“What do you want me to fix now?”  

“Um at this point you can fix anything you want to fix Daisy. It’s Saturday, plus everyone loves your treats.” Side eyeing Jackie she giggles.

“I heard that!” Jackie laughs. “Just fix your famous, to-die-for crepe cake!” Nodding I walk away head for the pantry. I haven't fixed that in a few months. Butter, flour, milk, eggs, sugar, and food coloring. As I set the ingredients down, I notice a purple box sitting to the side. I forgot the sweets last night. Those were for the crew, groaning I snatch the box up and walk over to the cubbies and set it on top of my sweater. Okay now focus Daisy it’s time to get your crepe cake assembled. Ha assembled...avengers assemble.  

3 O’clock. I dance around the kitchen putting things away and singing knowing that I was off the next few days.

“Before you go literally bouncing your butt out the door, I wanna ask you something?” Turning around still dancing I wave my hand in a way to tell her to ask away.

“Have you been dealing with the Santos again?” Freezing I look at Madeline to see that she's gone all serious on me.

“Do you honestly thing I'm that dumb?” She goes to answer. “Never mind don’t answer that, no I haven't. If you’re wondering about earlier this week, I don’t know why they came by here. My only guess is that Spooky sent them out to check up on me.” I answer honestly.

“I thought you haven't talked to him.”

“I haven't, I've been avoiding him like the plague. He’s always been like that. Years ago, when I was still here, he would send a few homies over to check on me, but that was when we were...you know.” Waving my hands around. “Trust me I plan to steer clear of him as long as I can!”

“I believe you, just wanted to know if you knew about them coming up in here.” Sighing she continues. “Alright get your stuff and go my angel, you’ve done enough today. Stay safe love you.” She kisses my cheek and quickly shoos me out the door. Walking to my car my phone bings with a message alert. Unlocking the car I put my belongings in the back seat and peel out of Southern Belle’s Bakery parking lot.

‘Meet us at Cesar's someone’s gonna die!!! -Jamal’

Racing to Cesar’s I manage to dodge a police officer, dog and a few pedestrians. The only thing I can think of is if the kids are safe. Coming to a skidding stop I jump out and run towards the commotion that’s going on in the front yard.

“I had your back, and for what? For you to impress your puto friends and humiliate me?” I hear and see Monse throwing punches, to who I can safely assume Is Cesar, as I push my way through the crowd.  

“Hermanito you better back up before you get smacked up.” Oscar calmly says.

“Monse!” I shout causing most of the people around me stop and all look at me. “Stop!” As I'm pulling Monse off Cesar I see Ruby and Jamal making their way through and back up to let them get her.

“It’s not worth it Monse.” Ruby utters pulling her away as the Santos start to bark.

“Shut the hell up.” I say as I turn around to face Oscar. He slowly puts the cigarette out and walks up to me. Staring him in the eyes he takes one good look at me and smirks. HE. FUCKING. SMIRKS.

“Long time no see Daisy.”  

“I tried to keep it that way, if only it would’ve been forever.” The homies laugh and now it’s my turn to smirk. He looks over his shoulder and gets quite once again.

“Don’t try that, you know how that end.” He whispers.

“Tell your boys to stay away from me and my friends and this will quickly end.” Shaking his head, he looks down. “Stay away from me Oscar, I want nothing to do with you!”

“You weren’t always saying that.” Laughs could be heard again. Stepping from in front of Spooky, I popped out my hip and crossed my arms. Ah quite. “I see you can still control my boys.”

Whipping around I turn to Spooky again. “That was then this is now! I mean it stay away.” Walking towards Monse I come to the realization that she’s been talking shit to Ruby and Jamal.

“Get in the car Monse, now!” Butting in her rant as I walk past her. As I’m about to step off the sidewalk I hear his voice.

“Still looking good as ever Sinclaire!” Giving him the finger, I get in the car and drive Monse home with the music turned all the way down. Looking over I see her playing with my tassel hanging from the rear view mirror.

“You know you’re going to regret telling them whatever you said back there, right?”

“I already do, I was just heated and they kept pissing me off. Do you think they’ll forgive me?” Monse sighed throwing herself pack into the seat.  

“Of course they will. Y’all have been together since elementary school, you can get through anything. Just apologize and boom, magic, best friends all over again.” I tsked, “But Cesar, I really think you should take some time to contemplate about that one. That’s some serious shit he’s been talking about.”

“I know, thank you for not saying anything to dad.”

“Hey I told you, your secret is safe with me,” Unbuckling herself she reaches for the door handle. “Make sure to lock the doors and windows, I don’t want any creeps getting in!”

“Okay dad!” Laughing as she steps out of the car. “And um good luck with the whole Oscar situation.”

“What?” Looking at her with wide eyes as I hold my neck. Damn whiplash.

“I heard what he said and how he looked at you, just promise me you'll be safe.”  

“Scouts honor!” I saluted, she saluted back then closed my door. I pull off once she's inside the house and slowly think about how my life had changed over the last 24 hours. I go from celebrating Monse’s welcome home, to messing up on the first crepe cake, but then having it be a success, getting off early, getting the news that I get a few days off for myself, getting a weird message which was a bit much, leave it to Jamal, to running into Oscar. Honestly can my day get any worse? I definitely need a hot bubble bath tonight. As I'm pulling to the driveway, too much deja vu lately, I can't help but to feel like I'm forgetting something. Pulling open the back door I almost slam it back shut out of pure anger.

“I forgot about the damn éclairs and macarons again!”

Tag: @izraahh1 @shesbriaanayy @aka-eb @mbaku-babygirl @yxseminx

#on my block #oscar diaz #spooky #omb #monse finnie #cesar diaz #jamal turner #ruby martinez #oscar diaz x oc #spooky x oc #spooky fanfic

[trashyswitch]

Gingerbread Heros

Chase Brody discovers that Jackieboy Man has a soft spot for gingerbread cookies...a soft spot that turns into playfully childish behaviour!

As Chase let’s the man help with the baking and decorating, Chase takes advantage of the rare, Christmas-y occasion.

Chase was checking pantry by pantry, with the recipe in hand, for the ingredients on his list. So far, he had found the flour, the baking powder, ground cinnamon, margarine, brown sugar, an egg, and the vanilla extract out on the counter with a bowl nearby. Now was the part he dreaded: the shopping...

Chase wrote a list of what he needed to complete the recipe: -ground ginger -ground nutmeg -ground cloves -molasses

He folded it, put it in his pocket, and started to put on his coat.

“Hey Chase!” Someone cheered behind him. Chase turned around, to see a sweaty Jackie behind him.

“Hey Jackie!” Chase greeted.

“You going out?” Jackie asked.

Chase looked down at his coat. “Does it look like it?” He replied in a teasing tone.

Jackie rolled his eyes. “You got a point...where are you going?” Jackie asked.

“Shopping. I’m gonna make some gingerbread cookies, and I’m missing a few things.” Chase replied.

“Oooh! Gingerbread cookies? I’m down for that! Can I join?” Jackie asked.

Chase lowered his eyebrows slightly and narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that exciting. Not yet, anyway.” Chase warned as he put his hat on. “But if you really want to, you can co-“

“YES! GINGERBREAD COOKIES!” Jackie shouted, throwing his fists in the air and flying in circles excitedly.

Chase smiled and chuckled at the childish behaviour. “You coming?” Chase asked.

“Oh ya! Coming!” Jackie replied quickly, before flying into his room to change.

“There’s a ground, perfectly renovated and laminated for your feet you know!” Chase yelled with a big smile, towards the room.

“OH SHUT UP!” Jackie shouted back as he put his other foot into the correct pant leg. Chase let out a short laugh as he waited for the superhero to get dressed for going out. Chase put his ankle boots on and tied the laces.

“Ready!” Jackie declared, fully dressed in his coat, boots, hat and mitts. Though, there was something still on his face...

“Uh...you have the mask on your face still, you know that right?” Chase pointed out. Jackie’s smile dropped as his hand felt the felt mask around his face.

“Oops...” Jackie mumbled as he pulled the mask off his face.

“Come on, you nut job.” Chase said.

Jackie followed Chase out the door, and closed it. Locking the door, he removed the key, put it in his pocket, and speed-walked past Chase. He opened the car door and held it open.

“Ladies first.” Jackie said politely.

“Oh, shove it, Irish asshole.” Chase shot back, with a teasy smile.

Jackie gasped, placing a hand onto his chest. “How dare you? You know what? Since women are sO iNdEpEnDeNt, You can close your own door.” Jackie replied with a smirk, before letting go of the door and walking over to the passenger door. Chase rolled his eyes. His smile got wider as he reached out and closed his door.

A few minutes past before the duo reached the local grocery store. They got out of the car, grabbed a grocery basket and went to the spices area.

“Alright. We need ground ginger, ground nutmeg, and ground cloves.” Chase explained. Jackie nodded, and looked around at the many containers and bags of spices. Pretty soon, Jackie’s eyes fell onto the ground cloves.

“Found the ground cloves!” Jackie cheered.

“Awesome! I already found the ground nutmeg.” Chase replied. Chase took one look up, and came across a bag of ground ginger! He grabbed it from the shelf, and placed both spices into the basket.

Next, the duo were off to the baking section. Jackie immediately got distracted by the different things offered there, while Chase focused on what he needed: vanilla extract. He looked around, grabbed the little bottle of vanilla extract off the shelf and lightly threw it into the basket.

“Chase! They have different colored frosting!” Jackie exclaimed, bouncing around and pointing at the tubes of frosting on the shelf. “Red, blue, orange, GREEN?! CHASE! THEY HAVE GREEN!” Jackie exclaimed excitedly, grabbing one of every frosting tube colour and carrying it in his arms.

Chase chuckled and shook his head.

“We don’t need every colour, do we?” Chase asked the childish superhero.

“Yes we do! Gingerbread men should be decorated with all the colours, so they can look their absolute best!” Jackie argued.

Chase sighed with an amused smile. “Could we include ‘gingerbread women’ to the mix, then?” Chase asked, attempting to compromise.

Jackie sprinted up to the man, and dropped all the tubes of frosting into the basket. “Of course! And gingerbread children?” Jackie asked, running up to the selection of cookie cutters and grabbing a smaller gingerbread man cookie cutter off the shelf.

“Yup. And maybe...” Chase trailed off, walking over to the selection, and grabbing a collection of Avengers* cookie cutters. “...Some superhero cookies as well?” Chase offered.

Jackie’s jaw dropped, as the little cookie cutter fell out of his hand and onto the floor.

“THEY HAVE THESE?! NO WAY!” Jackie exclaimed, grabbing the package and spinning with it in his arms. Chase pulled out his phone to record the reaction.

“YES! Avengers* cookies! And we should make sure to get white! We need white for Captain America’s Shield, Thor’s thunder, and Iron Man’s eyes, right?!” Jackie asked excitedly.

“Yup. Grab whatever you want.” Chase replied.

“YAAAASSSS!” Jackie shouted, jumping up and down and clapping his hands in the middle of the store aisle. He sprinted up to Chase and gave him a big squeeze, before grabbing the rest of the colours he needed for the cookies.

Though the trip to the store lasted a little longer than expected, it was definitely worth every second. Jackie unloaded the groceries and placed the new ingredients in the previous pile, while Jackie pulled out a pair of scissors and practically destroyed the cardboard package.

“Slow down there, speedy Sonic! We still need to make the gingerbread!” Chase warned.

“Oh! Right!” Jackie reacted, putting the cookie cutters down and joining Chase.

Chase pulled the recipe out of a binder, and placed it onto a wooden stand.

“Step 1: Sift together the flour, baking powder, ginger, nutmeg, cloves, and cinnamon; set aside.” Chase read aloud.

“Okay.” Jackie replied, separating the dry ingredients from the wet ingredients. Chase grabbed the plastic measuring cups and the teaspoons out of the drawer, and placed them aside.

Chase got started on the first ingredient: 6 cups all-purpose flour. He grabbed the cup sized measuring cup, opened the big bag of flour, and dipped the cup into the bag. He used his finger to flatten out the top, and dumped it into the bowl. Chase repeated this 5 more times, and placed the measuring cup aside.

Next, Chase grabbed the tablespoon cup, and the baking powder. He put the cup into the baking powder, grabbed the right amount, and placed it into the bowl.

“Done.” Chase said.

To end it off, Jackie put the tablespoon of ground ginger, and the teaspoons of ground cloves, ground nutmeg, and ground cinnamon into the bowl. Grabbing the whisk, he sifted the dry ingredients together and placed it aside.

“I’ll get the butter melted!” Jackie declared, grabbing the butter and placing it into the microwave.

“Thanks! ‘In a medium bowl, mix together the butter, molasses, brown sugar, water, egg, and vanilla extract until smooth. Gradually stir in the dry ingredients, until they are completely absorbed.’ Sounds easy enough.” Chase said.

Chase grabbed the beater bowl and the correct steel measuring cup, and placed the needed items in. Next, he cracked the egg into the bowl, and threw the egg into the trash. While Chase washed his hands, Jackie put the vanilla extract into the bowl and placed the bowl into the beater.

After drying his hands with a towel, he locked the beater head in, and turned the beater on.

Jackie pulled out his phone, turned on Slo-mo and recorded a video of the beater beating the gingerbread mix. He continued the recording for a few more seconds, before ending it.

“Hey Chase! Look at this!” Jackie said, turning the video on and showing his friend.

“That’s pretty cool!” Chase reacted.

While he was waiting, Jackie sprinkled some flour onto the counter and placed the rolling pin and the cookie cutters nearby.

Soon, the beater was finished mixing the batter. Chase turned the beater off, pulled the dough out of the bowl and laid it on the powdered counter. Chase split the dough into 3 pieces, placed the other 2 pieces aside and started rolling out the first piece.

“The trick for rolling out gingerbread dough, is you want the dough as flat and level as possible, so the cookies are level.” Chase explained.

“Huh...okay.” Jackie reacted, watching the man flatten the dough with his hands and the rolling pin.

After a few more minutes, the dough was level enough for the cookie cutters. So, Jackie grabbed the Captain America cookie cutter, and pushed it down into the dough. While Jackie was shaping the cookies, Chase ripped off a couple pieces of parchment paper, and placed them onto the baking pans.

“Alright. You can place the cookies onto the pans when you are ready.” Chase said to Jackie, who had most of the dough covered with every single cookie cutter in the house.

“Yay! Avengers cookies!” Jackie exclaimed before wiggling the cookie cutter, picking it up and slowly taking the mould out of the plastic cutter. After another couple seconds, the mould had fallen onto the parchment paper with a short crinkle sound, and Jackie moved onto the rest of the cut out cookies.

It took a while...but soon, the duo had two batches of cookies ready for the oven. As soon as the oven made the familiar beeping noise, Chase put the oven mitts on, put the batches of cookies onto the middle rack, and closed the oven.

‘10:00’ Chase types onto the oven, before celebrating by throwing both fists in the air.

“We’re done!” Jackie yelled excitedly.

“Not quite. The cookies are done, but we still need to wait for them to finish. Then, comes the fun part!” Chase replied.

“Wait- making the gingerbread wasn’t fun for you?” Jackie asked, in a curious, but pity tone of voice.

Chase turned around. “Yes! Making the cookies was fun. But decorating is a lot more fun.” Chase clarified.

“Oooh...” Jackie replied.

While they waited, Chase and Jackie played a game of Uno. They managed to do almost 6 rounds, with Jackie winning 3 and Chase winning 2. Now, you may think ‘That’s odd...who would’ve won the last game?’ Well...that answer remained unclear, for the stove timer ended in the middle of their game, and the gust of wind from getting up and sprinting had thrown the cards absolutely everywhere...

Chase ran to the stove, turned off the timer, pulled the oven gloves on and opened the oven door. After the heat wave hit and faded, Chase eyed up the cookies eagerly. Jackie, who was waiting behind him, was clapping his hands in excitement and anticipation.

They were ready. Chase pulled the baking pan out of the oven and placed them onto the stove. After putting all the cookies onto the cooling racks, they placed the pans and spatulas onto the stovetop to cool down.

Next, Chase grabbed the new icing tubes and started removing the lids. Jackie went to the baking drawer, and found a couple more colours: grey and purple. They took the time to clean up the flour and the cookie cutters, and put the bowls under some hot water to sit.

Once the gingerbread was cooled enough, the two bakers got to work!

Jackie immediately got started on the Captain America cookie. He spun the red and white icing in circles, and carefully drew a star in the middle. Lastly, he filled in the spaces outside the star with blue, and placed it onto an empty plate.

Meanwhile, Chase had started working on the Iron Man cookie. He had already finished the red parts of the helmet, and comfortably gripped the yellow tube. As the icing came out of the tube, Chase controlled the icing as it covered the blank part of the helmet. In a minute or so, Chase removed the yellow tube, eyeing up the finished Iron Man helmet cookie.

The two adults continued to cover the cookies in their respectful colours. Jackie started sneaking bits of icing into his mouth before putting them down, and Chase had started looking up the avengers logos to get the cookies as accurate as possible.

Before they knew it, all the cookies were finished. Jackie and Chase lifted their fist in celebration as they eyed up their work. The cookies turned out better than they expected! They had a Hulk cookie, a Captain America cookie, a Spider-Man cookie, an Iron Man cookie, even a Thor Mjolnir cookie! There were a few gingerbread men, a few gingerbread ‘woman’, a couple gingerbread kids, and a couple gingerbread trees to end it off. All of the gingerbread cookies were laid flat onto 2 big plates, free for the icing to harden and for their roommates to grab and go whenever they want.

“You want one?” Chase asked.

“Wait, really?!” Jackie reacted, clapping his fists together with a big, suspenseful smile on his face.

“Well, ya! Feel free to grab one! We made them!” Chase clarified.

Jackie threw his fists in the air. “YES!” He shouted, before grabbing the Captain America cookie and taking a big bite. Upon actually tasting it, Jackie’s entire body practically melted! It was SO GOOD! One of the best gingerbread cookies he’s ever tasted!

Chase chuckled as he watched. “Is it good?” Chase asked.

“Mm hmm!” Jackie replied, giving him a thumbs up with his free hand.

Chase decided to grab one of his own. He took a bite of the Black Panther cookie, and lifted his eyebrows in happiness and surprise: It was really good! Like, not only actually edible, but almost addicting! After finishing the first cookie, Chase was ridiculously tempted to have another one. But, he pushed his temptation aside and focused on cleaning up the icing tubes.

He put the lids onto a few of the tubes, and put them away. When turning around to face the tubes, he put a few more of the lids onto them. But after putting the lids on, he noticed that there was an extra lid. Curious, Chase looked up, to see Jackie holding the red tube of icing, squeezing it into his mouth. Chase sighed, rubbed his nose and shook his head with a smile.

“Give me the tube please.” Chase ordered. Jackie closed his mouth, leading to some red icing getting onto his lips. Jackie’s mouth twisted into a nervous grin, as he scratched his head and slowly backed away.

“Give it! Give it here!” Chase ordered, holding his hand out. Jackie took off sprinting, giggling as he ran away with the tube of icing. Chase followed suit, creating a playful chase scene. Jackie jumped over all the furniture in front of him, and even flew over the table to get away from him.

“HEY! That’s cheating!” Chase accused. Jackie laughed at the claim, and spun around the sofa. Jackie ran for the coffee table, and jumped. He slid across it Steve Urkel style, and tried to land on his feet. But, he didn’t anticipate the Uno cards being right where they were before: on the ground. So, he ended up stepping on the Uno cards. Quickly, he jumped up and flew, but his back hit the low roof and knocked him right back down. He fell onto the back of the couch, and slid right behind the couch.

Chase slowed to a walking pace, walking over to the space behind the couch. He climbed up onto the couch cushions, and eyed up Jackie, who had gotten himself stuck behind the couch.

“Peek a boo!” Chase cooed. Jackie gulped and held the tube in his hand tightly. “You gonna give me the icing?” Chase asked. Jackie’s eyes frowned, before a smile showed up on his lips. He shook his head confidently. Chase’s smile turned into a mischievous smirk, as he left the spot for a minute. He picked up a nearby reaching tool, and the long Swiffer* duster. Walking back to the couch, he climbed onto the cushions, looked back behind the couch, and showed the superhero the items.

“What are those for?” Jackie asked, pointing at them.

“To do this!” Chase replied. He lowered the reaching tool down to the red hero, and tried to grab the tube. However, Jackie was moving the tube left and right, to dodge the item. Anticipating it wouldn’t work, Chase moved the reaching tool towards his shirt, grabbed the bottom of the shirt, and slowly lifted it. Jackie’s one eyebrow raised, curious to what he was gonna do.

Next, Jackie lowered the yellow feather duster down and fluttered it back and forth on his bare belly.

“Hehehehey! Dohohon’t you dahahahare!” Jackie laughed, twisting to the side and curling into a ball.

“Oh, I dare! I dare to even touch those reeeeaally ticklish feet! It’s a shame you baked those cookies in your bare feet!” Chase teased, dragging the feather duster down to his bare feet. As soon as the duster went under his feet, Jackie’s giggling got louder.

“EEEEEEKK! Hahahahahaha! Thahahahahat tihihihihickles!” Jackie said through his laughter, shaking his head as he laughed.

“It DOES?! REALLY?! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! HOW COULD THIS-” Chase mocked, stopping mid sentence to flutter the feather duster even more. “-TICKLE?!” Chase ended sarcastically with a smile. Jackie’s face turned slightly red as his laughter turned to cackles. “Perhaps someone’s feet are ticklish? Is THAT it? Oh! What an amazing discovery! I shall take advantage of this right away!” Chase exclaimed sarcastically. He lifted the feather duster away from the feet, removed the removable duster to reveal the clamps underneath, and lowered the extendable stock down to his feet again. Next, he used the clamps on the end of the stick, to scratch the inner arch and soles of his feet.

Jackie’s eyes widened as he threw his head back. “OH GAHAHAHAD! NOHOHOHOHOHO! AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie bursted out immediately, squirming frantically.

“You gonna surrender the icing yet?” Chase asked. Jackie attempted to glare at the man, but failed to thanks to his laughter taking over every part of his face.

“NEHEHEHEHEVER!” Jackie yelled through his laughter.

“Very well.” Chase said, shrugging his shoulders, and removed the duster. He pulled the feather duster back to himself, put the feather duster onto the clamps once again, and reached the feather down. Suddenly, Chase shoved the feather duster into Jackie’s face and used the reaching tool to poke and prod at Jackie’s sides and stomach.

“AAAH! WAHAHA! WAIT! DOHOHON’T! NOT THERE! OH GEEZ- BAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie yelled. His voice was jumping up and down as he reacted to each and every poke and prod from the clamp tool.

Then, to end it off, Chase shoved his tool into the right side, and slightly clamped down, let go, clamped down, let go, and repeated these actions to squeeze his ticklish side.

Jackie’s wise smile grew bigger as his arms flailed just about everywhere, with the tube in his right hand as it flailed. In the middle of his flailing, he dropped the tube of icing onto the ground beside him.

Chase removed the reaching tool, picked up the tube and lifted it away, along with the feather duster.

“Thank you.” Chase said, before putting the lid on the tube and getting off the couch to put it away.

Jackie stayed behind the couch for a few minutes longer, before flying himself up and back into the kitchen.

“Feeling better?” Chase asked, with a smile.

“You suck man.” Jackie replied.

Chase looked up at Jackie, and let out a sudden laugh. “What?” Jackie asked.

“You still have icing on your face! It looks like you’re wearing crappy lipstick!” Chase exclaimed, pointing at Jackie’s lips. Jackie’s eyes widened as he wiped his ‘lipstick’ off his mouth with his sleeve.

“Merry Christmas, Santa.” Chase said as he walked by the superhero and put something in his hand. Jackie looked down at his hand, rolled his eyes and smiling.

“Har dee har har.” Jackie said back, before twisting the lid off the tube of white icing. He put some icing onto his hand, and spread it onto his face.

“HEY CHASE! LOOK!” Jackie yelled. Chase turned around, and bursted out laughing at the silly sight. Jackie had white icing spread onto his chin and upper lip, to imitate a white moustache and beard.

“MERRY NATIONAL BURGLAR DAY! THE DAY WHERE SANTA GETS PRAISED FOR YEARLY MISCONDUCT!” Jackie yelled.

Chase and Jackie laughed at his remark. He wasn’t wrong. The Santa Present thing was a way of teaching kids ‘slave labor, talking children and breaking into their houses to give them gifts is perfectly okay!’. But, that was just adult logic. Kids don’t fully understand any of that Law and Order stuff, and care more for the idea that a big man dressed in red will give them whatever toys they want. Kids, man! You love ‘em! Even the adult-sized ones!

#christmas #ticklefic #lee!jackie #ler!chase #childish jackie

[ombrophobia]

My favourite lyrics, part one. (copied from my notebook)

 “I don’t want the world, I just want your half”

“God, convincing if not transparent in his motives..”

“I was bent metal, you were a flaming wreck when we kissed at the overpass”

“this could lead to excellence or serious injury”

“if you don’t got Mojo Nixon, your store could use some fixin’ “

“the Mississippi delta, was shining like a national guitar”

“the only living boy in New York”

“a jumped up pantry boy who never knew his place”

“which one of us, is the one we can’t trust, you say that I think it’s you but I don’t agree with that”

“we were once so close to heaven, Peter came out and gave us medals, declaring us the nicest of the damned”

“I wish the West Texas highway was a möbius strip”

“locking eyes, holding hands, twin high maintenance machines”

All of birdhouse in your soul. All of it. 

“the machines by it’s bed, dim and flicker but it won’t stay dead - and it perks up when the nurses bring it’s medication by”

“lord send me a mechanic, if I’m not beyond repair”

“mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get”

“16 clumsy and shy, I went to London and I, I booked myself in at the YWCA, and said I like it here can I stay?”

“think of this as solving problems, that should never have occurred, please don't call it strangulation, that is such an ugly word”

“The skeletons that won't stay down, the mercy kill that can't be drowned”

“it’s the suede denim secret police - and they’ve come for your uncool niece”

“where the animals can kill you, but they do so in silence, as though if no one hears them then it really won’t matter”

“the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you and that you’re standing, in the doorway”

“burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ, because the music they constantly play - it’s says nothing to me about my life”

“your heart is a muscle, the size of your fist”

“I want to be loved, like John loves Jodie”

“in the space where the world stops forever, the place where your body begins”

“like a trashcan fire in a prison cell, like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell”

when I notice that the radio is broken, I see you standing there in the doorway smoking*, the water drizzles off of you down to the floor and I say that I don't want to live in New England anymore - some flower petals stick to your skin, I grab hold of your hip, and I pull you in” *live lyric change

“give me back my evil heart, so I can see you as you aren’t”

“yeah we never went to Dallas - because Jackie Onassis said, that ain’t safe for Catholics yet”

“I know the wind swept mystical air - it means I’d like to see your underwear”

“I am this great, unstable, mass of blood and foam - and no one in her right mind, would make my heart her home, my heart’s an autoclave”

“don’t call me a work today, oh no the boss still hates me and I’m just tired and I don’t love you anymore and there’s restaurant we should check out where the other nightmare people like to go, I mean nice people, baby wait, I didn’t mean to say nightmare”

#lyrics #the mountain goats #tmbg #they might be giants #the smiths #morrissey #paul simon

[binnieheart]

92 questions

tagged by my lovely girl Kat who has never in any way bullied me and has always been there through the thick and thin for me bless you Kat what an angel @artist-aroha 

The Last:

1. Drink: Water

2. Phone Call: My sister cuz she had the friggin nerve to eat my sushi wth

3. Text Message: “MY SISTER JUST TALKED IN HER SLEEP AND IT FRICKIN SCARED ME LIKE WOW” to my fave Jackie 

4. Song you listened to: Pretty U by seventeen

5. Time you cried: lol this morning can you believe 

Have You:

6. Dated someone twice: no I've never dated anyone

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yikes I've never done anything with anyone

8. Been cheated on: nope

9. Lost someone special: too dang many

10. Been depressed: heck yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yikes no I'm a smol child

List 3 Favorite Colors:

12-14: Forest green, aqua blue, and peach

In The Last Year Have You:

15. Made new friends: yes altho i’m regretting it now jokes i love you all even tho it’s hard

16. Fallen out of love: nope

17. Laughed until you cried: YES LIKE PLZ YALL ARE KILLIN ME

18. Found out someone was talking about you: lol yeah it was v awkward

19. Met someone who changed you: yes bless them

20. Found out who your friends are: um i guess this is a weird question but yeah 

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I ain’t ever kissed anyone 

General:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: um all of them but tbh i don’t use Facebook anymore

23. Do you have any pets: yeah a black cat I'm love him v much

24. Do you want to change your name: lol nope I like Jane,, i’ve had people call me Shane b4 tho so whatever floats your boat

25. What did you do for your last birthday: um tbh I don’t remember but i probably went and got a slushie with my sis

26. What time did you wake up: 4:30 am because I can’t sleep

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Crying over Park Jinwoo lemme tell you that guy is too much

28. Name something you can’t wait for: um there’s nothing i’m really waiting for i’m just living life as it goes ya feel

29. When was the last time you saw your mum: like five hours ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: tbh there’s not anything that I could change without having disastrous effects but yeah i guess i like my life as it is rn

31. What are you listening to rn: my siblings are watching the last airbender rn and i’m listening to them screech over it bless their souls

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yah actually the guy who does my hearing check ups is named Tom

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: people that put locks on the pantry door like listen if your child is eating be happy thank you v much

34. Most visited website: Youtube

Last Questions. I Just Put In A Random Info About Me:

35. Mole/s: one on my arm

36. Marks: i have a scar from my collarbone to a lil bit past my sternum nd then i have a bunch of scars above my right ear and then like a scar on my knee

37. Childhood Dream: Animator

38. Haircolor: Brown

39. Long or short hair: Long

40. Do you have a crush on someone: ew yes it sucks

41. Piercings: lol no i already have a lot going on in my ears

42. Bloodtype: i think I'm type b

43. Nickname: Shane, JanJan

44. Relationship Status: single as a pringle but I'm not sure if i wanna mingle

45. Zodiac: Scorpio

46. What do you like about yourself: um i don't like myself but um i guess i have nice hair idk and I'm p good with lipstick lol

47. Favorite TV show: AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER LIKE WOW MY CHILDHOOD HMU WITH THAT SHIZ

48. Tattoos: none

50. Right or Left hand: Right

51. Surgery: yeah like three?

52. Hair dyed in different color: i’ve never dyed my hair but i wanna go crazy and dye it purple that’d be fun 

53. Sport: um volleyball i guess WAIT DANCE IS A SPORT I DO DANCE

54. pair of trainers: i have black ones

More General:

57. Eating: yo I love food i will eat almost anything i won’t love it but ill eat it

58. Drinking: waTER

59. I’m about to: go hang w my sister b4 she leaves for college yet again

60. Waiting for: life to begin AYYYY where my once on this island hoes at

61. Want to: eat 

62. Get married: ya if that ever happens like what are the chances of someone liking me that much yikes

63. Career: I wanna major in Theatre Tech and Design and hopefully get a career somewhere in that area

Which Is Better:

65. Hugs or kisses: BOTH

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes but listen if i’m staring at your mouth it’s cuz i’m lipreading you ok

67. Shorter or Taller: idk i guess taller

68. Older or Younger: idc

69. I don’t like waffles

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t even care like if you have a nice personality i will love you for the rest of my life

71. Sensitive or loud: lol both 

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: both but probably leaning towards troublemaker

Have You Ever:

74. Kissed a stranger: nope

75. Drank hard liquor: no but i’ve attempted to drink ice b4 does that count as hard liquor,,,

76. Lost glasses/contacts: all the dang time

77. Turned someone down: lol no i’ve never had someone to turn down unless you mean like someone offered me a piece of cake and i was like ayy bro i’d rather not eat that then yes

78. Sex in the first date: lol nope never dated anyone

79. Broken someone’s heart: if i have i’m sorry fam

80. Had your heart broken: yup every single day kmn

81. Been arrested: onstage, but not irl

82. Cried when someone died: yeah i really didn’t think they were gonna go but they did and idk how i feel about it

83. Fallen for a friend: oh boi yeah

Do You Believe In:

84. Yourself: I guess? like if i tried hard enough i could do anything i want

85. Miracles: yes

86. Love at first sight: nah but i think attraction at first sight is real

87. Santa Claus: listen y’all i found out he wasn’t real in 2nd grade cuz my dad was a hoe and told me

88. Kiss in the first date: idk sure

89. Angels: yes

Other:

90. Current best friend: Jackson altho we’ve been kinda drifting apart lately so and we’re not like best best friends he’s just the closest thing i’ve to a best friend but I wouldn’t really say i’ve ever had a best friend idk fam,,, other than that i like to float around in large groups of people

91. Eyecolor: light brown

92. Favorite movie: Room With A View,, it’s quality plz watch it y’all

lol if you managed to actually read through this entire thing props to you i love you have a good day

#yikes this is hecka long I'm sorry yall #but thanks for the tag kat i love you

[absofrutely]

Oversharing

It was unconventional, but I was able to negotiate the first four months of the job being fully remote, working from home since my wife gave birth to Elijah. I met my coworkers briefly during the interview process and in the first couple of days that I showed up to the office in Israel for orientation, but our communication was primarily through Slack, our internal company chat platform, and through Zoom or Skype, our preferred video conferencing applications. 

When I hit my four month work anniversary, I fully understood what the term “stir-crazy” meant. Cabin fever was another synonym, but after watching yet another movie about a man losing his mind after being confined to a specific area for a long time, I decided to transition to being full time in the office before I completely lost touch with reality. 

Going to Israel for a couple of months would be novel, and I had never worked internationally. I've always wanted that experience before it wasn't feasible, before life got in the way and I'd have to settle for living in the suburbs. Amelia, my wife, wasn't too thrilled, especially being left at home with an infant, but since her mother was visiting for the next six months, she reluctantly let me leave. 

At the office, I technically wasn’t the new guy anymore as four more people were hired after me, but in a way, I kind of was, since I had never worked in the same space as my coworkers. It was an open office plan, no cubicles or offices. I think I read somewhere that the office space was supposed to represent the (lack of) hierarchy in the company. The C-suite sat next to first year analysts, VPs sat next to interns, and I sat next to one of the digital marketing managers. Offices were turned into conference rooms that were only used for meetings or the occasional phone call. 

I liked my coworkers. They were all extremely competent and some of the most professional people I’ve ever met. I knew most of their names, but I couldn't put the names to faces just yet. There was Simon in accounting, Greta, the VP of Finance, Jackie, the engineering manager, and Danielle, the HR lady. 

I was wrapping up some work, so I showed up in the lunchroom around 12:30pm, a little late. For lunch, I microwaved some Campbell’s soup that I found in the company pantry, and while I waited, I snacked on some Keebler’s Cheese and Cheddar Sandwich Crackers. 

My coworkers all walked in with lunch they picked up from McAlister’s Deli, a restaurant down the street. They were in mid-conversation. 

“This morning was really rough. The cramping was so terrible that I felt like lying down on the bathroom floor and never getting up.”

“Honey, you need to get that checked out. I’m pretty sure it’s endometriosis, you know, that condition where your uterine tissues grow outside of your uterus?”

“Well, I definitely have cervical mucus on most days when I’m not ovulating.”

Jackie chimed in excitedly, “I watched some instructional videos last night and I bought a speculum, so I can give you an examination in the conference room later on today. I’ll put some time on your calendar. Free pap smears for everyone!”

I choked on my crackers. 

Four pairs of eyes shot in my direction. 

“Hello everyone,” I said weakly. We exchanged polite hellos and they went back to their conversation. 

David, our CEO, entered the room with fanfare and announced, “Everyone, I’m going to divorce my wife.”

“Back so soon from therapy?” Danielle asked. 

“Today’s session was cut short because I got a call from the school nurse. Jimmy’s got blood in his stools again,” David boomed. 

“Again?” Simon asked, clearly concerned. 

“Well, he might be getting it from his old man. I’m still recovering from last year’s anal fissures,” David chuckled.

Danielle turned her attention to me, “How about you Leopold? How’s your day going so far?”

Feeling the pressure of five expectant pairs of eyes, I stammered, “Great! Traffic getting here wasn’t great, but I made it before my 9am meeting.” 

No one in the room responded. 

I laughed nervously and added, “Uh, and I have a urologist appointment for tomorrow?”

David clapped me on the back and joked, “Getting the snip so soon, eh? We’ve all been there, brother. Gonna be shooting blanks like the rest of us!”

He roared with laughter. 

I relaxed a little, laughing nervously with everyone else. 

“By the way, any fun plans this weekend?” I added. 

Greta burst into tears and ran out of the office wailing. Jackie gave me a disgusted look and chased after her. Everyone else shot a disapproving glance at me. 

Shocked, I retreated back to my desk, not really sure what had happened. I figured I'd leave the soup in the microwave, cut my lunch short and sort things out later. 

It wasn’t even an hour later that I received a meeting invite from Danielle, the HR lady. The invite was called, “Re: This afternoon”. I figured Danielle would clear things up, especially since she must have known how confusing everything must have seemed to me. 

Heading into the meeting, I passed Greta’s desk. She hissed at me, “HR’s gonna crucify you.” Taken aback, I quickened my pace. 

Danielle was sitting in the conference room with a laptop on the desk. I also noticed a manilla folder with print outs that looked like legal documents with clear signature pages. 

It was apparent that she had been crying, her mascara smeared all over her face and her eyes swollen and bloodshot.

Choking back tears, all she was able to utter was, “How could you.”

I didn’t know what to say, simply because I had no idea what was going on. 

“How dare you come into our office and pry into our private lives like this?”

I protested, “Listen, I don’t know what I said, but if I crossed any boundaries, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?! You’re FUCKING SORRY?!” she screamed, hysterical. 

David entered the room, face completely solemn. 

“David, can you please tell me what’s going on?” I pleaded.

David was a linebacker back at the University of Tel Aviv back in his college days, and though he had lost a step and still ate like a college athlete for the last 15 years, he was still 6’5” and by the looks of it, around 285 pounds. 

Without speaking, David opened the conference door for Simon, who struggled to drag in a gigantic wooden cross. The cross being too much for Simon to bear, he passed it off to me, which I accepted reluctantly. 

David locked the door behind him. 

After I was whipped and stripped naked, they forced me to march to the cafeteria while carrying the cross, which was well over 150 pounds. 

While David held me down, Danielle placed a crown of thorns on my head. I shrieked as the needles pierced my skin, blood running the side of my nose, obscuring my vision. 

The onlookers shook their heads at me, spitting at me with fury and vitriol. 

While nails were being driven through my hands, I caught a glimpse of my wife smirking, holding our four month old son, Elijah. 

She called out at me, “Think you could leave me at home with a four month old and my mother with dementia?”

“Think again.” 

She thrust a spear in my side and as I screamed, she crammed a bottle of wine vinegar into my open mouth. 

One of the interns poked his head into the lunchroom to see what was going on, took an AirPod out of one ear, took a look at my bloody face, put the AirPod back in his ear, and immediately retracted his head. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.