I would love some Jackie and Chase Valentines day fluff if that's alright šš I always imagine Chase with a big heart but the day brings too many sad feelings so Jackie is there to cheer him up!
Jackie is such an adorkable lad in this! XD
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Chase was going through the motions of the morning, telling himself that today was just a normal day, nothing special about it. He was going to make his coffee like he always did, throw a bagel into the toaster, and scroll through notifications while he ate. Nothing about today was different than the average.Ā
This strategy actually did work for a chunk of the day. It got him through breakfast and the start of some work. He was a bit more productive than usual since most of the others were out and about, so he wasnāt interrupted, and he even caught up on some months-old paperwork. Chase hated paperwork, never understanding Darkās insistence on it when they all had phones and computers, but at the same time understood Darkās need for some things to be old-fashioned. There was an odd satisfaction to writing everything down with pen and pencil.Ā
Chase was in the middle of organizing some old papers: seeing what needed to be kept and what he could shred and burn. Another task he was months behind on and now had an ever-growing pile of things to destroy. He should consider just letting Henrik fully take over at this rate.Ā
āChase!ā Jackieās excited and loud greeting made Chase flinch in his chair. āThere you are!ā
āDamn, Jackie. Going to give me a heart-attack.ā Chase groaned, hand over his chest to calm his racing heart.Ā
āItās Valentineās Day!ā Jackie practically bounced over to Chaseās desk.Ā
āYeahā¦thanks for reminding me.ā Chase sighed. āBest time of the year.ā He grumbled as he dropped a handful of papers onto his āneed to be filedā pile.
āI got you something!ā Jackieās energy was still high and happy even as Chase slumped back down into his chair.Ā
āYou got me something?ā Chase echoed.Ā
āYeah!ā Jackie reached into the large pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a red envelope with Chase written across it in black marker.Ā
āYou got me a card?ā Chase took the gift, flipping open the flap and pulling out the card.Ā
The card was mostly red. The cover had pictures of those heart-shaped candies that read ābe mineā and āsweetheartā and other phrases like that. Opening the card showed one more of the candies that was much larger, taking up both sides of the card, and inside of it was a handwritten note:
Valentineās Day can be hard for some
But know youāre never really alone
Because Iāll be here by your side
As your favorite dude-bro
āWhatācha think?ā Jackie asked with a big, prideful smile.Ā
āThanks, man.ā Chase had his own, softer smile.Ā
āOh! I also got you a kiss.āĀ
āYou what?āĀ
āHere!ā Jackie pulled out a chocolate from his pocket as well. āDid you think I was actually going to kiss you?ā He asked with an almost innocent tilt to his head.
āTo be honest, you had me there for a second,ā Chase said, taking the candy and unwrapping it as he spoke.Ā
āI can do that!ā Jackie stepped closer and gave Chaseās forehead a quick kiss. āThere! A complete Valentineās gift.āĀ
āI-uh-ā Chase cleared his throat, fumbling with his words, eyes wide with shock.Ā
āJackie! Your water is boiling over!ā Marvinās voice yelled out.Ā
āOh, shit! My Mac!ā Jackie took off without another thought, leaving Chase there alone with his own.Ā
āHappy Valinetineās Day?ā Chase said to the empty room, looking down at the chocolate and card in his hands. āHappy Valentineās Day.ā He repeated with a chuckle as he popped the chocolate into his mouth and turned toward his desk, propping the card up on it as he went back to work.Ā
i send ships:
schneeplebro
jackie x chase (averagehero??? superaverage???)
and darkstashe why not
[bounces with joy]
schneeplebro:
solid A. it'd be an A+ if it was one of my bigger ships, but GOD i love old men being gay. friends with benefits, dating, married, some other fourth thing, doesn't matter they're amazing together.
especially love when they're portrayed as one of those grumpy old married couples where they still massively love each other
heroaverage (i think-??? it's what i've seen puppet use so... [intense shrugging])
A+ i am squishing them together and making them the best of friends who also love each other in every way possible and they kiss and play video games together
they're essentially my ideal relationship
darkstache
A+
old souls tortured by their past but making a future together where they can finally be happy?
"How are you so comfy?" with Chase and Jackie? -Trick
[ warnings: none! Enjoy a little fluff as my recompense for disappearing.]
"Chase."
Something jostles him; grumbling to himself, Chase curls further into himself. The bed really is very soft, and he's exhausted after rushing to plant the cabbages before the season turns, and the sun is nice and warm against his back...
"Chase."
A hand shakes him gently, but insistently; blindly, he bats at the hand in protest.
" 's early."
"It's nearly noon," Jackie says from somewhere to his side, and even half-asleep, Chase can hear the amusement. "If you stay in bed much longer, you won't be able to water the cabbages."
The fucking cabbages.
"Can't Jamie do me a favor, just this once," he grumbles into Jackie's shoulder; Jackie's resultant laugh shakes them both, rolling like a gentle peal of thunder.
Why couldn't it rain today?
"He helped you plant them yesterday," Jackie scolds, softly; Chase grimaces, but doesn't argue the point. Jamie'd gone above and beyond, waiting for Chase to sprint, covered in mud and out of breath, into his store; he'd even saved seeds for him, knowing that he'd been about to plant his batch for the summer. And he'd accompanied him back, to help him get them planted before sunset.
Chase swears again under his breath, and then sighs, rolling to his side and cracking open an eye.
"There you are." Jackie smiles back at him, softly, and presses a kiss to his forehead; the gentleness buzzes under Chase's skin, and he bites back a gleeful little hum. This thing between them is- new. Fragile. Chase doesn't want to shatter it.
He looks well rested, for once, too; the dark circles under his eyes are starting to fade, and Chase can't help but preen at the thought of being responsible for letting him relax as he never does. Instead, he turns to kiss Jackie's shoulder, before stretching out beside him.
"How are you so comfortable?"
"Henrik says it's the muscle," Jackie says, all mischievous glee, and Chase considers that; it's a compelling image, Henrik and Jackie twined together, and he's a bit of a poet- fire and ice, summer's warmth and winter's inevitability. For his own sanity, he has to not go down that road.
"That makes sense," he says, instead of something insane like I wonder if it's just as comfortable sandwiched between you two, I wonder if it's quieter. "I'm not entirely convinced, though. Might have to confirm that with more data. Another half hour or so."
Jackie laughs, but he also curls an arm around Chase's waist, pulling him close. "Only half an hour. Then we really have to get up."
Chase huffs a soft laugh, and shuts his eyes again, basking in Jackie's warmth. Just another half hour...
tagging specially @dapperstein, hope you like grey <3
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Jackie never really liked the color orange. He was more of a red.
Sure, sure, it was a pretty color, it gave the sunset those magical vibes, the fruits were cute, yadda yadda yadda.
But it never fit him.
That one time he dyed his hair orange it was a disaster. Everytime he tried to style an orange piece it looked like shit. And let's not mention the pieces of orange house decorations forgotten in an drawer.
He was sure him and the color orange would never get along. That is, until he met a certain orange cardigan and orange all stars.
Or rather their owner.
Now, Jackie had some orange sprinkled into his wardrobe ā most were Chase's, but every now and then he'd try one ā and an orange cat named Toast.
thank you for reminding me abt them... they work so well as an otp or as a brotp!! i feel like they'd get into so many fuckin shenanigans,,,, amazing. brilliant
give me your favorite ship, cuddling in the morning after they wake up.
((op i donāt h a v e a favorite ship my favorite is a giant fuckin poly ship but....... but i need a liddol heroaverage bc dudecell has apparently invaded non-masks parts of my brain))
theyāre by no means a quiet household. they love loudly, and live just as loudly.
Ā which is why Chase forces his eyes open at nine in the morning as Henrik startles at something- Marvin, probably- drops what is presumably a mug, and swears.Ā
he squints at the wall, which is not his bedroomās wall. heās facing a corkboard, with police reports, and a desk with more paperwork than most of them usually see in a month.Ā
and then Jackie murmurs something from behind him, sleepily readjusting his arms around Chase, and he remembers staying up late, watching the windows, waiting for Jackie to return from his last patrol.Ā smiling softly, Chase readjusts to face Jackie. reaching out a hand, he idly traces the dips and curves of the otherās jaw; Jackie hums contentedly, and nuzzles closer to him, sleep weighing heavy on his tongue.Ā
the sun peeks through the curtains, dancing across their pillows, and a protest slips through Jackieās lips as he shields his eyes with Chaseās arm.Ā āĀ ās too fuckinā early for the sun to be so bright,ā he grumbles, and Chase only laughs.Ā
āitās nine, jaybird.āĀ
āfeels like four.ā
āwhich is why we donāt stay out until three, patrolling,ā he murmurs in Jackieās ear, and pulls him closer, away from the sun. Jackie grumbles but doesnāt quite dissent; he hears the undercurrents of worry in Chaseās tone. itās not an infrequent argument that they have, and it always ends in a stalemate; one of these days, something will give, but for now, Chase simply holds Jackie close and closes his eyes against the light.Ā
