#hiding spots

[under-ivy]

babe wake up new part of valance probably needs a hug dropped https://archiveofourown.org/works/36617623/chapters/91335670

[karihighman]

Upstead & fences: a short surveillance story 👀😬

[photographerofdreamland]

[Point out all of Bean’s hiding spots so we can stash the gun.]

[Okay, this bedpost unscrews, Bean’s drugs are in there. False bottom in the bathtub where Bean makes her bathtub gin. False bottom in the sofa where Bean makes her sofa gin. And this is where I hide. I’m not in there now.]

[jmk17]

cannot stop thinking about "showed you all of my hiding spots" the rawness, the vulnerability, will anyone ever top that lyrically probs not

[somedayonbroadway]

Hiding Places

A/N: This is just a little oneshot I wrote, because I thought it was cute. I’m just trying to write Jack and Race and Crutchie with a different dynamic and its way too much fun. Lemme know if you like it!

Jack sighed. The fosters weren’t home. He supposed that was fine. He never did like it when they tried to step in and tell his brothers what to do. Crutchie always asked him to back off a bit, to just let them try. Because they were trying harder than a lot of the folks who’d had them before.

But Jack didn’t need them. He could step up and be enough. Because he knew his brothers and he could take care of them.

So, he knelt down in front of one of the kitchen cupboards. The one beneath the sink. And he knocked. “C’mon... you can’t stay in there forever...” When he got no response, he let a sad smile take over his lips. And he pulled the thing open.

Curled up, his knees pulled close to his chest and a book resting against his thighs, a boy sat. His curly hair was falling in his face, in front of the thick glasses that sat, sliding down his nose. Jack’s smile widened when he saw him, the sight making him melt. “Ya can’t keep readin’ in here, kid... it’s too dark...”

Without a word, the boy lifted up his left arm, the one farthest from Jack, and clicked on something. Before the teenager knew it, he was blinded with a flashlight. And the light was clicked on and off twice before the child let it fall back at his side.

Still, he didn’t say a word when Jack chuckled at him. “Okay, fine... but c’mon... ya gotta come out...”

Stubborn as ever, the kid simply turned back to his book and continued on. So Jack sighed again, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a bookmark, the one that the kid had left disregarded on his bed. He slipped it into the book and the gently pulled the thing out of his brother’s reach.

1984. Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His ten year old baby brother was reading 1984 and he didn’t seem at all phased by it.

The kid didn’t fight him. He just let his fingers fall onto his thighs and he stared straight ahead, like he could still see the words on the page of the book that Jack had already closed. Jack slid the book onto the counter above them and then sat back, crossing his legs in front of him and opening up his arms. “C’mon... come outta there...”

A small pout was made clear on the child’s face as his head lazily lulled to the side. He tried to reach up for the book again, blindly feeling around for it on the counter. But Jack was faster. “No no no no no...” he rushed out, biting back his laugh. He easily reached in and swept his brother out of his small hiding spot before settling him into his lap, carefully pining his arms down so he couldn’t reach for the cheap, paperback book that the boy had just gotten yesterday.

He was already halfway through it.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” He teased, holding the boy close to him and settling him in his lap. The boy’s back pressed against his chest and Jack rocked back and forth just a little, leaning down to press a loving kiss just behind the child’s ear.

A scoff escaped the kid. Though he relaxed into the embrace. “Been in there since ya forced me ta eat breakfast...” he stated, like he was correcting Jack. And Jack laughed. “Just lemme finish this chapter!” he whined, reaching up for the thing again. Jack grabbed his arms and pinned both of them to the boy’s chest, kissing the back of his head and holding him tight.

“Tyler James, you are impossible, you know that?” Jack asked. He looked down at the kid who had yet to crack a smile. He looked so sad. And that in itself killed Jack. “I found you, ya know... you ain’t as sneaky as you think...”

It amazed Jack how much his little brother loved to read. But it was something he was careful about. He didn’t like to let the boy get lost for too long. He knew it was the child’s escape from reality. But sometimes, he needed to be here, with them, experiencing life and facing the fears that had been instilled in him all thanks to the system that the three of them were stuck in. The system that they had been stuck in for over half of this child’s life.

“Hey... talk ta me, Racer... why’re ya hidin’ t’day?” he asked gently, reaching up to brush his thumb along the boy’s cheek.

Sighing, Race gave in. He leaned his head back onto Jack’s shoulder, letting the older boy holding both of their arms against his chest. He shrugged, feeling himself relax even further. “Jackie... d’ya think... when we live with you... we could get a dog?” he asked hesitantly.

Jack knew what that meant. Race didn’t want to talk about it. About whatever got him scared enough to hide again. It was becoming a daily thing. His brilliant little brother was terrified. Of what... Jack wasn’t super sure.

Of course, he did know plenty of his brothers fears. Loud noises, needles, not being with Jack and Crutchie when they got moved to another home. He knew his little brother. He just didn’t know what had triggered this particular urge to hide. This day.

“What kinda dog do ya want, buddy?” he asked calmly, still thumbing at the boy’s smooth skin.

Again, Race shrugged, leaning into his hand a bit. “A small one... one that I can hold in my lap...” he stated simply.

“Okay...” Jack smiled, pressing his cheek up against Race’s. “We’ll see...” he promised. “Ya gotta stop hidin’ in the cupboard, though,” Jack laughed.

Race didn’t laugh. He just let his body melt into Jack’s. He let the teenager hold him and create a bubble of protection around him. “I don’t like it when they’s make me stay in my room all night...” he whimpered, finally letting Jack into his big brain.

That was something Jack had forgotten about momentarily. Race had his own room here. Him and Crutchie shared, but they’d given Race his own room. Multiple times they’d found him curled up at Jack or Charlie’s side, sleeping soundly and peacefully, knowing he wasn’t alone. But they always made him go back to his own bed.

Sometimes more sternly than other times.

Jack had tried to argue with them. He never minded it when the boy ran to him in the night for protection. But they seemed to think it was a bad habit. That they needed to stop it before it got worse. They’d scared him bad one night. Jack and Charlie both thought they might hit him. But they hadn’t. They’d just yelled at him. Told him to go back to bed.

They must’ve caught him out of bed the night before.

“I’m sorry, baby brother... did they yell at you?”

A small nod was the only reply Jack got. He pressed another slow kiss to the boy’s head. “Don’t worry, kiddo... we won’t be here forever... I promise...”

Race turned further into him, book forgotten. He closed his eyes and let himself be held tightly by the only father he’d ever truly known. “Okay, J...”

Jack smiled down at him. He squeezed him tightly and then scooped him up as he stood, reaching over to grab the book off the counter. “Alright, let’s go see Charlie, yeah? He misses you when ya go off n’ hide like that,” he laughed.

Race nodded. And Jack kissed his head. Someday, Race wouldn’t have to be so scared. And that day couldn’t come soon enough.

A/N: Baby Race is my new fav. Anyone else? Lemme know what you all think!

[bunnypictureoftheday-blog]

Prepping the backyard to give the bunnies more places to hide for the upcoming rain later this week. After, Shiro enjoyed a slice of a banana. 9/30/2018

[lifehackables-blog]

DIY Safe

[kleptonancydrew]

Nancy Drew has given me an unrealistic fear of vaguely human sized hiding spots in my apartment.