#Jackie laughers

[ghassanrassam]

1956 Jerry needs new Yorker Dean to fix his mess out west

[nerd-at-sea5]

laura lee: cunt.

natalie: *head in hands*

van: *snorts*

tai: *nudges van*

nat, van, tai, and jackie: *hysterical laugher*

everyone else: *hysterical laugher*

laura lee: *staring in shock*

also laura lee: *hysterical laugher*

misty: *cauterizing coach's lack of leg*

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter reader

Thank you for requesting the first oneshot!

Summary: Hotches Daughter is targeted by the Unsub the team were following, she is taken hostage by him, the team find her and her kidnapper.

Third person pov...

The team had a case, for once it was local and in Quantico.

It was early morning when SSA Aaron Hotchner got the call. "Hotchner" he said answering the call, "Good morning sir, sorry for thr early call but we have a case" came Penelopes voice.

Hotch sighed quietly as his 10 year old Daughter came downstairs bed hair sticking up but already dressed for the day, He smiled and hugged her, when he pulled away he handed her some toast with honey.

"Thanks Daddy" she said before sitting at the table, Hotch smiled "thank you Garcia I will be there in 30 minutes" he said before ending the call.

He then grabbed his coffee and sat next to his daughter, Jack was still sleeping leaving the Dad and Daughter to talk. "You got work Daddy?" Said the little girl looking at her Dad smiling.

Hotch looked at Y/N apologetically and pulled her in for a side hug, "I do I'm sorry Honey, I know I promised we'd go to the park today"  His angel of a daughter just smiled and hugged him back.

"It's okay Daddy, I'll go with Jack!" She said as Hotch sighed he was looking forward to spending the day with his daughter.

30 minutes later He was standing at the door go bag in hand, saying goodbye to his 15 year old son and 10 year old daughter. "I don't know when I'll be home, so be good both of you and call Aunt Jessica or Me if you need anything" said the FBI Agent.

Jack rolled his eyes at his Dad hearing the speech lots of times. "Yessss Daddd we will be fine, right Princess" said the teen looking at his sister. Y/N grinned "of course Jackie, be safe Daddy!" She yelled jumping into her Dads arms.

Hotch caught her and pulled his son in for a hug, he then left the two alone shutting the door behind him and drove to work, hoping the case wouldn't involve his children.

When the door closed Jack and Y/N looked at each other before the little girl sprinted of to the living room and ran back two pillows in her hands and handed Jack one.

The 15 year old grinned and began chasing his little sister around with a pillow, the duos laugher echoed throughout the house both having alot of fun hitting each other with pillows.

It was a couple of hours until Jack and Y/N decided to go to their neighbourhood park. Before they left Jack reminded himself to call his Dad letting the man know where they went.

With Hotch...

The minute Hotch arrived at the round table Penelope started telling them about the case. "Okay my crime fighters, this time our case is local. Our last victim was found dead outside a local school, his name is Jason Toll and he is 10, he was abducted from the main park in the area while his Dad wasn't looking, he is the third victim this week" she said Hotch was instantly worried thinking of his 10 year old safe at home.

"Okay JJ you and Morgan head to the third Crime Scene, Rossi and Reid you head to the Morgue get the autopsy from Jason Tols body, Prentiss You and I will speak to the local police" Says Hotch standing from the round table.

The team then drove to were Hotch told them to and started working. It was only a few hours later when Hotches phone went off, he stepped away from speaking with Emily to answer the call from Jack.

"Hey buddy, everything okay?"He asked his eldest child he felt tense hoping everything was okay at home. Jack's voice came through his son sounded fine which relaxed the man.

"Yeah Dad we arw fine, jsut wanted to let you know Y/N and I arw going to the park-Hey" Jaco was cut off as Y/Ns voice came through "HI DADDY! Jackie is taking me to the park!" She exclaimed loudly making others look at Hotch who quickly answered his lively daughter.

"Hi princess, yes I heard have fun okay and be careful" he said mainly to Jack who he could see rolling his eyes at him. "Okay Daddy! I love you" Yelled Y/N before Jack took his phone back.

"Hey Dad, sorry she just grabbed it, but don't worry I will look after her, be safe" said the 15 year old before ending the call, Hotch put his phone back a small smile on his lips he loves his children.

The Agent then walked back over to Emily who was smirking. "I see Y/N is as lively as usual" she commented making the man groan, of course everyone heard his daughter.

Time skip...

When Jack and Y/N got to the park the 10 year old sprinted off away from her brother and onto the swings, Jack just shook his head and sat down on a bench.

He made sure he could see where she was at all times, the 15 year old watched her for a bit before going on his phone. Y/N swung on the swing for a bit before jumping off and running to the other end of the park where there was a seesaw.

The little girl sat down on one side, then realised she couldn't get it to move so she looked around fir her brother, when she spotted him she opened her mouth to shout but was then grabbed from behind she tried to cry out but couldn't.

"Don't try and struggle, little girl" came a womans voice, she sounded psychotic making the little girl stop instantly, having a FBI Agent for a Dad you learn a couple of things from him.

Y/N froze when she felt a Knife being placed at her back, the woman made sure knowone could see it and began dragging the 10 year old off somewhere but still in the park.

Y/N looked around and kept her eyes on her brother who was on the phone his eyes were wide with panic before he locked eyes with his sister.

With Jack...

They hadn't been at the park long before Jack got a call from his Dad, when he answered he could hear sirens in the background and his Dad sounded scared. "Dad what's wrong?" He asked worried.

"Jack! Where is Y/N? Is she with you?" Yelled Hotch through the phone, "Shes playing at the minute, what's happening Dad?" Aksed the 15 year old.

"It's the Unsub, Jack do you see a short woman, with short Blonde hair, she's wearing a long trench coat, is she there Jack?" Demands Hotch, the terror in his voice made Jack snap his head around looking for Y/N.

He relaxed when he sees her, but notices her scared face and sees a woman behind her matching the description, a terrified expression appears on his face.

"D-Dad" he whispers making Hotch worry "Jack is everything okay? Is she there?" He asks

Jack nods but remembers his Dad can't see him and speaks. "Yes and she's got Y/N, hurry Dad please" he whispers weakly into the phone wishing his dad was there comforting him.

"Don't worry Jackie we are on our way, keep your eye on them don't let her take Y/N" Says Hotch before ending the call, He begins to drive faster through the streets.

"What's up Hotch?" Asks Emily wondering why her boss started driving faster. "She's at a park near my house" he said making her eyes widen. "And she's holding my little girl hostage" he whispers and Emilt nods understanding.

When the Police and Team finally arrive at the park they surround the Unsub with their guns pointed at her, Y/N held to her tightly a large knife pointed at her throat.

Y/Ns eyes were wide with terror, big tears falling down her cheeks. Hotches heart ahces to have his daughter back in his arms, he spots Jack and the boy runs to his Dad and hugs him tightly. "I'm sorry Dad I should've been watching her" cries his son in his chest.

Hotch pulls his son back and looks him in the eyes. "It's not your fault Jack,okay it's that woamns fault, now stand with JJ okay son" said the man pushing his son to JJ.

The blonde woman walked forward and pulled the young teen away from it, his eyes not looking away from his Sister. Hotch then turned back to the woman holding his daughter.

"Now please let her go, this isn't you Sherry, that's an annoying little girl, do take your sorrow out on her, let me help you" reasoned Hotch.

The woman looked at Hotch then that the girl in her arms, then back at the man. "She's your Daughter isn't she" she yelled seeing the look in his eyes as she looked at the girl.

Hotch nods his head "Yes she's my daughter, please give her to me don't hurt my Princess " he Begged eyes forming tears, the Unsub looked zt the scared child in her arms and the begging man before throwing the knife away and letting Y/N go.

The little girl gasped deeply before sprinting to her Dad yelling "Daddyyy!" She sobbed into his chest, Hotch kneeled down  with his daughter in his arms sobbing into his shoulder.

He hugged her tightly to his chest. "It's okay, your okay princess, don't worry I'm here, Daddy here" he whispered he felt another pair of arms hug him it was Jack.

When his sister was released the 15 year old ran from JJ and to his family, the teen ran into his Dad's back znd wrapped his baby sister in his arms all three had tears running down their faces.

Away from the family the Team were bringing the Unsub in and had handcuffed her, the woman looked at the crying family with her own tears. "That's how a Dad should love his children" she said before getting in the car.

The BAU team watched as their fearless leader hugged his children tightly only letting go when Y/N was being checked over in the ambulance, even then he didn't let go of Jack.

The end!

Hope you liked this first oneshot, I wrote alor more than I thought I would but I really enjoyed it.

Sorry fir the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open as usual!

Word count: 1800

[queersrus]

Hiii! Could you please make names, titles and pronouns based off of jackalopes and hyenas?

jackalopes:

names:

an, ant, antel, antelo, antelop/antelope, antil, antilo, antiloca, antilocap, antilocapra, antler bun, bunny/bunnie

calf, calve, cal, cali, calif, califo, califor, californ, californi, california, californic, californica, californicus doe, doot, deer, doug, douglas

flag/flagg, flagger herrik, hunt, hunter, hoax jack, jackie, jackal, jackalo, jackala, jake, jackarab, jackrab, jackrabbit

kalo, kalop/kalope, lope, lev, lever, levere, leveret, lepus rab, rabbi, rabbit, ralph

prank, prankster spike, spirit tin, ting, tinger, tax, taxi, taxid, taxide, taxider, taxiderm, taxidermi/taxidermy, taxidermis, taxidermist

wop/wopp, wopple, wol, wolp, wolpe, wolper, wolpert, wolperti, wy, wyo, wyom, wyomi, wyomin, wyoming, whi, whis, whisk, whiske, whiskey/whisky

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ji/jake/jacky/jackine/jackself ji/jacke/jackely/jackelopine/jackelopeself ji/jackre/jackrabby/jackrabbine/jackrabbitself ti/taxe/taxy/taxine/taxself ti/taxiderme/taxidermy/taxidermine/taxidermyself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

jo/jacker/jackers/jackerself jo/jackalor/jackelors/jackelorself jo/jackr/jackrs/jackrself jo/jackrabber/jackrabbers/jackrabberself to/taxer/taxers/taxerself to/taxider/taxiders/taxiderself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

jack/alope, jack/rabbit, jack/jackalope, jackalope/jackalopes, jack/jackrabbit, jackrabbit/jackrabbits tax/idermy, tax/idermist, taxi/dermy, taxi/dermist, taxi/taxidermy, taxi/taxidermist, taxidermy/taxidermys, taxidermist/taxidermists, taxidermy/taxidermists, taxidermy/rabbit, taxidermy/hoax

titles:

the jackalope, the jackrabbit, the taxidermy hoax, the wyoming taxidermy prankster

*one who has the body of a rabbit and the antlers of an antelope, one who pranked taxidermy collectors

hyenas:

names:

aard, aardwolf, azizi brown/browne, brunnea, banzai, bark coyote, crocuta, cris, crista, cristata, clan, cackle, cub

dingo ed giggle

hiena, hiene, hyene, hyaen, hyaene, haena, haene, hyaeni, haeinidae, huaina, huaine, haina, haine, hyaina, hyaine, hyana, hyane jackal

kamari nihtgenġe, night prairie, para, proteles

spot, stripe, shenzi timber wild/wilde, wilder, wolf/wolfe, wolfy, walker

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/be/browny/browine/brownself di/dinge/dingy/dingine/dingoself gi/giggle/giggly/giggline/giggleself hi/hye/hyeny/hyine(hyenine)/hyenaself ji/jacke/jacky/jackaline/jackalself li/laughe/laughy/laughine/laughself spi/spote/spoty/spotine/spotself stri/stripe/stripy/stripine/stripeself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

bo/brownr/brownrs/brownrself do/dingor/dingors/dingorself go/giggler/gigglers/gigglerself hyo/hyenar/hyenars/hyenarself jo/jackalr/jackalrs/jackalrself lo/laugher/laughers/laugherserlf spo/spoter/spoters/spoterself stro/striper/stripers/striperself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bro/brown, brown/hyena, brown/browns, bro/wn din/go, dingo/dingos, di/dingo gi/giggle, gi/ggle, gig/gle, giggle/giggles, giggle/call hy/hyena, hye/hyena, hyena/hyenas jack/al, ja/jackal, jack/jackal, jackal/jackals lau/laugh, lau/laugh, laugh/laughs, lau/gh, laugh/laughing, laughing/hyena spo/spot, spo/t, spo/ot, spot/spots, spot/spotted, spotted/hyena, stri/pe, stri/stripe, stri/ipe, stripe/stripes, striped/hyena

titles:

the laughing hyena, the hunting hyena, the scouting hyena, the cackle leader

*one who laughs like a hyena, *one who leads the clan

*one can be replaced by any prns

[eadanga]

The Press Secretary Part 4

Summary: Chris the mayor of town is married to his wife Becca. When he hires a new press secretary who happens to be his lost love old feelings resurface and Chris finds it hard to resist the desire he once had for her

Parings: ChrisxMC

Chris walks into the office with his briefcase and passes by Jackie

“Hey lover boy”

Chris sighs “Not today Jackie” He trudges into the office as Jackie follows

“Whoa what happened? Bad night?”

“More like annoying Becca made me go to this dinner with another one of her dad’s stuck up clients”

“Oh how did that go?”

Chris slumps in his chair “Terrible I was so annoyed with them I wanted to punch them but I restrained myself but afterwards Becca and I continued to fight”

“Chris why don’t you divorce her?”

“I’ve been thinking about that but unfortunately her dad is so powerful I know she’ll tell him to ruin me out of spite”

“She sounds like the type who would do that” Jackie holds his hand “You ok Chris?”

“I’ll be fine”

“I know what will cheer you up”

“What’s that?”

Jackie smiles as she tilts her hair to the door and Chris spots Emily walking into the office.

Chris raises an eyebrow “Jackie what are you”

“Hi Emily we were just talking about you!”

“Jackie!”

Emily smiles “You were?”

“Yes I mean I heard so much about you from Chris”

Emily giggles “Well I’m glad Chris talks about me”

Chris stands and grabs Jackie by the arm “That’s enough goodbye Jackie”

“Oh but wait I was just about to say”

Chris quickly pushes her out the door and he can hear her laugher from outside the door he sighs “Sorry about that”

“It’s fine Chris don’t worry” She pulls out her tablet “Now come one we’ve got work to do”

“What are we doing?”

“Well making sure you’ve got an amazing image not that I have to you’re already an amazing person”

Chris smiles “Thanks”

“Now tell me what is the root of you being mayor?”

Chris heads over to his desk “Well when I’m trying to push for this law” He grabs some papers off his desk and hands it to her

Emily reads it and smiles “The second chance law Chris that’s the scholarship program you started in college”

“Yeah I improved on it it’s a whole program to help out kids with records who want their education we can do so much to help them”

“That’s the Chris I know always helping out people”

Chris chuckles “I try my best Em”

“Now we gotta show the public that you care about these kids and everything that’s why I arranged a little public gathering for you it’s at juvenile detention center I told them to get the kids who have been doing well and wanting to get an education”

Chris smiles “That’s great Em”

“And the press will be there too so we can get good pics to promote this”

Chris grins “I love this we can definitely get more attention to the cause”

They head down to the juvenile detention center. Chris smiles as the kids smile and shake his hands This feels awesome

Emily smiles “I’m glad your in your element right now”

“Me too one of the boys said he wanted to go to Hartfield like us they heard about everything we did there”

Emily giggles “We’re celebs now”

Chris chuckles “We’re not really but you are with those articles you wrote”

“I tried my best now the press is coming let’s look sharp”

Journalists and photographers surround the two of them

“Mayor Power what is your plans for the kids here?”

“Well I really want to give them a chance to continue their education so they can be more than what society has labeled them as they’re not criminals they’re human like us and they want to correct their mistakes”

“Oh that sounds wonderful and what about the kids that don’t want to change?”

Chris sighs “Well that’s up to them I’m not gonna force them to do anything they don’t want to that’s why this program will be super effective so that kids and teens will get off the streets”

The journalist scribbles in her notepad “Just one more question how do you know that this program will work?”

Chris smiles “Well one of my best friends from college he also had a record for defending his sister but I started this scholarship program when I was in college and it helped him out he got straight A’s and he was able to graduate with the rest of us I mean we started before him and him surpassed us in 2 years which was amazing”

The journalist smiles “Thank you for your time Mr Mayor”

Emily grins “You did well Chris this is amazing”

“Thanks to you Emily now how about we have some lunch cause” He’s cut off by his phone ringing “Sorry Em let me take this”

“No problem Chris I’ll be arranging other stuff for you”

Chris nods then steps away to the corner “Becca what is it?”

“Chris I just saw your interview on TV”

“Yeah is something wrong?”

“Of course there is Chris! How can you be involved in that?! What has this Emily gotta you into?!”

“What are you talking about she didn’t do anything this was my ideas”

“Chris you can’t be with them you need to be mingling with higher class people it’s their fault they ended up there”

“Really Becca you  know I’m one of those people”

“Yes but you got out of there and made something of yourself they didn’t now I have better people for you to meet”

Chris frowns “You know what Becca call me when you have something better than for me to meet your dad’s business partners”

“What how dare”

Chris hangs up the phone and grumbles I don’t know how much more of her I can take

Tags: @indiacater​​ @jared2612​​ @mfackenthal​​ @the-soot-sprite​​ @darley1101​​

[washablecolorglue]

Season 1, 2005 reboot, Doctor Who, season finale

One noise

AHhHHRGGGHEKSJJDJSBSNCJDKSKHFJDHEHSJDJDJDHDHHDJDJDHFHBRBR.....Themsnffjrjdnsjjaka...fjjdje...jrjejss...I

Okay, that was several, but my point still stands.

Insert weird wheezy laugher that roughly translates to "What the blazes just happened?"

It's could also mean to "It's over!?! Just like that? But the TARDIS? But the Doctor? But Captain Jack Harness? But Jackie? The atrocious subtitles? Will next season have those?."

Yeah, thanks for coming to my rant.

[heywoodvirgin]

Heal Our Scars (extract)

Pairing : Modern!Jackie Welles x Original female character 

Rated: Teen and up ( for the moment ^^) 

Warnings : light angst 

Well, so that modern!Jackie fic is happening ! 

It’s just I think I will post just stand alone scenes for now,  as I don’t have a guiding line for my “fic”, and I don’t have the time to really work on it steadily :/ 

General plot : Jackie Welles, a rising star boxer and Mey, a little struggling illustrator, build an unlikely but tender “friendship” through the years in the booming heart of Hong-Kong city. 

Ps: Not betayed, all english mistakes are my own :( 

Ps.02: If you think Jackie is a bit oc, sorry, I did my best. 

***

- Why you wanna drag me to the Afterlife Jacks, you don’t even dance! You go there to watch the girls. Come on, why should I come to see you watch the girls? Huh? Give me one single valid reason.

She was almost screaming, while not angry at all, she was annoyed with his insistence lately. He was bugging her again to meet his friends, his guys friends, and it started to wear on her, for good.

-  Bold of you to assume I don’t dance, chica, he shook his head, Anyway, Placide, mi compa would be there, I thought…maybe you would want to meet him. Great guy, stable in the head, killer instinct, you should see his washboard, chica-

-  Jack, am I gonna meet the guy on a ring? or on a date?

- Just told myself-  he started, scratching the base of his neck.

-  Stop telling yourself things about who I wanna meet.

-  And who do you wanna meet? Jackie crossed his arms on his chest, investigative.

- Maybe no one?

- No mames! He groaned.

- You’re really my closest and only friend…and I don’t wanna meet other friends.  she cringed internally at her stupid get-away line. She wanted to wheedle him a little bit; after all, he just always wanted to do good.

-  Oh, really? I thought there was a certain …Sun-Hi?

-  Nah, she’s just a nice acquaintance, you know…

-  Humhum…

- Yeah, like nice people you chat with and joke around, but in the end of the day, no one tells the other what’s really in their plate.

-  I’d swear I saw you two flirting, but ok.

- What?! When? How? No!

She almost choked on her latte.

- Eh, olvidalo, he thew up a dismissive hand and gave her a puzzled look before he asked;

- Why…why don’t you wanna be around more people?

- More people like?

- Open up for other people, go have a gas at the dance… I dunno, hermana.

She kept silent for a while, chewing on the last bit of cake left. He was patient, he was always patient with her, she realized. He was really a good friend.

- Because I have you. Look at you Jack, you fill any room you step into, don’t have room for anyone else here.  

She tried a joke, but she was telling the truth, and she wasn’t just talking about the rooms of her modest apartment. She bit on her lip, anxious to have revealed more than she intended to. But he laughed, big and genuine.

- Why me?

Why are you making it harder? she wanted to say but instead:

- Because you didn’t stop bugging me just few hours after I met you, she giggled nervously. Jack, you invited me to you mama’s birthday just the day after we met-

- Hey, not my fault if her birthday was the day after.

He was such a big idiot. She sighed.

- So you’re insinuating that I forced myself on you, huh? He was still joking, she could tell, but beneath his detached tone pointed anxiety, maybe a hint of hurt, too.

- No, Jackie, that’s not what- listen, if I wanted to keep you out I would have done it, I did it plenty of times and in the most uncivilized ways, you have no idea.

- Big ass chingona  

- My ass is not that big but thank you. She meant it to be stern but her voice broke with laugher at the last word.

- I don’t know, Jack. She resumed when he didn’t want to stop staring at her in an expectant way. Seriousness returned to her tone, she looked at him with sorry eyes, tugged on her long sleeves again. – Why are we even having this conversation.

He was still staring, scrutinizing her face for she didn’t know what and it was more than she could handle. The green of his eyes was gleaming in the morning light and in them something was swimming, something she wished was true, something she feared and wanted and ran from. His eyes were always betraying that intelligence he refused to show the rest of the world. She thought that in them, bathed all the truth she wanted to know but couldn’t believe, so she looked away.

- Shouldn’t bug you on one of you Saturday mornings huh.

Now he looked mildly upset and she noted that his eyes were tired. He was tired of her, she thought, that’s it, he finally had his fill. She swallowed her rising sourness, eyes low on something other than his face.

Fuck him, everywhere she looked she saw him, he was invading every space she tried to keep safe and empty for so long. Fuck him and his patience, and his kindness and his big beautiful head.  

- Better be going. He simply said before he finally withdrew from her little kitchen and she sighed, tension leaving her body all at once, just like cold settled again, deep in her bones.  

- We still having that movie night huh? She ran after him, after all, cursed her stupid legs at every step.

- O’course, sweet peanuts or caramel corn?

-You know the answer.

-Sure I do, ahi luego. He winked and closed the door.

Damn him.

Definitely,

damn him.

[brycelahelalover]

The jealous one, part 2

Pairing: Bryce × f!MC ( Tesse Sterling )

Warning: slight angst

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Author's note: So this is part 2 of the jealous one, and I'm kind of being repetitive, aren't I? Anyway, I dedicate this one to @tyrilsnightbloom because she is the one who gave me basically the whole plot idea. So, thank you my friend and I hope it lives up to your expectation.

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Bryce's point of view

Bryce was staring at her retreating back. Knowing he was the reason for her leaving. Now and on that fateful night. He knows he was the reason for her hurting. On both ocassions. And so many in between. It's like he was deliberately trying to. But really, he wasn't. Something told him that if he acted this way she would see how he really is. That she would know that she was better off without him. But he wasn't anything like that. He wasn't the type of person to hurt the one he cares for the most. But really, who is?

He tried to focus on whatever Melanie was talking about. But he couldn't. His mind was full of Tesse. Almost all the time. The memories they made together, the secrets they shared, the way she made him feel, her laugher, how many times he wanted to kneel at her feet and ask her to forgive him, the way her eyes shined whenever she looked at him. Man, how he wishes that she would go back to looking at him like that. Now whenever he caught her eyes, which is rare cause she's ignoring or avoiding him most of the time, he could feel her coldness all the way to his bones. But what did he expect after hurting her the way he did?

"Bryce? are you listening to me?" Melanie said, while snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"Huh?"

"I was asking you if I should tell her off or not."

"Yeah, you definitely should."

Bryce looked around the living room. A slice of cake sat in front of him in the coffee table while everyone else are almost done with theirs. So it must've been a while since Tesse left. That or they all liked Sienna's cake so much they couldn't help but wolf it down.

He couldn't help but notice a plate sitting not in front of anyone in particular. It must be hers. And it reminded him of something he had to do.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

He said to no one in particular but got no response. After all, it was the best part of the movie. He couldn't be luckier even if he tried.

He made it to the bathroom and than started tiptoeing when he turned to her hallway. Upon opening her bedroom door, he could see her laying on her bed, reading a medical journal. She was a real nerd at times. His nerd. When she turned around to see who the intruder was, he could see the surprise writing on her face. He was probably the least person she expected. Before Melanie though.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, with that same coldness in her voice.

He closed the door before answering.

"I thought I was allowed in your room."

"Yeah, you lost that privilege months ago. You know, when you broke up and lied to me."

Bryce flinched, he knew she was right, of course she was. After a while he said.

"I thought you were going to sleep."

"Well, when I was getting a show I didn't ask for I thought it would be better if I left before I puked. By the way, you should use less tongue, it can be quiet disgusting at times."

"I didn't hear you complaing about my kissing techniques when it was you that I was kissing."

"Yeah, I didn't want to break your self esteem back than. But now I can. Plus I didn't know it looked THAT way."

"What way?"

He knows he was getting out of the subject he came here for but he couldn't help but ask.

"Believe me, you don't want to know. Now, that that is out of the way, can you leave my room please?"

"No can do, Blondie. I need to talk to you about something."

"Blondie, seriously? What are you, 8?"

"Yeah.. Blondie. And no, I'm 27. Now, I wanted to talk about how you've acting lately."

"Acting?"

"Yeah, you've been acting really hostile, it's making the guys suspicious. Plus you're making Mel uncomfortable."

"Really? That's what you barged in my room to talk about? My hostility? Well, Bryce, what did you exactly expect after dumping me like that?"

"Oh, so it's an ego thing."

"What? NO. It's not an ego thing. It's a feelings thing. How did you seriously expect me to act towards you after what you did? Huh? Were you expecting flowers and hugs whenever I saw you? Because if so than you need to lower your expectations or you'll end up being disappointed quite often. "

"I don't.."

"NO, shut up. You had your turn to speak. Several times. Now it's my turn and you're going to listen."

By this point she was standing right in front of him with her finger on his face.

"If you cared at ALL about friendship you wouldn't have done what you've done to me. And what's worse is that you keep on turning the knife. It's not enough for you what you already did. Why not keep on hurting her? As for MEL, she can stay home. Preferably while keeping you with her. Now get out."

"Tesse..."

"I said. Get. out."

Bryce couldn't handle the look on her eyes. It was of hate, loathing. So he turned around and left.

"Dude, that was a long visit you had to the toilet." Elijah said, jokingly.

"Yeah, pizza would do that to me."

"Let's just hope you didn't clog it." Said Jackie, her noise wrinkling.

Melanie made her way to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Ready to go?" She said.

"Yeah."

When they made it to the front of the apartment complex and hailed down a cab, She turned to him again.

"Wanna come home with me?"

"I can't. Remember that surgery Tesse talked about? I'm assisting, so I need to sleep early."

"Well you can sleep over there after."

"I doubt I would get any kind of sleep."

He cringed after saying that. He said the same sentence to Tesse about a year ago. And just like back then he gave in.

Bryce nearly fell trying to get into his scrub pants. He was so late. He was the one prepping the patient. And he should've done that about fifteen minutes ago. After he put his scrub top on he ran to the patient's room. And what he saw through the window made his heart squeeze. It was Tesse playing something for the little girl on her violin. She told him when they were getting to know each other that it was one of her passions.

He was brought back from his reverie by the child's clapping. So he decided it was time to go in. Upon seeing him, Tesse' s easy going smile turned to a scowl. She went to put the violin back on its case. Than she turned around.

"You're late." She said.

"I know."

"Well, let's hope your competence is better than your punctuality."

And he was once again staring at her back.

Hi! Like always I hope you enjoyed reading it and I would really appreciate it if you like, comment and reblog.

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Strawberry Lemonade

Here is the story version of this, just for you anon, because fuck school and sleep

(Please take better care of yourselves then I do)

Vore under the cut

These little sessions with Katherine were odd enough as is. His point was only being proven more and more as the time dragged on.

The red head seemingly appeared at his window about a half an hour ago, asking to be let in. Unable to say no, he did just that. He watched as she dusted herself off before she turned to him. Oh no. Not the reporter spark-

“David, could you you shrink me?”

There it is. He shouldn’t have expected anything else of the girl. She was a strong young woman, and that in turn only aided her ability to persuade him. Like with Jack. Both of them were stubborn and could be very intelligent. Both often wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted. Jack’s only upper hand was the crush strong friendship he had with him. That aside, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her with wide eyes.

By her expression he had to guess he looked absolutely shocked. “David,” she started. “This shouldn’t be much of a surprise. We planned this, remember?”

It took Davey a good minute to find the memory she was talking about. Two weeks back when he pushed her off and said in two weeks. Well that time was up. Great. He sighed. “Kath, do we really have to-“

“Do you want to be feared?”

“N-no!”

“They let’s do this.”

Ok. Straightforward and blunt much? What was worse was that in those few short sentences she had a point. Damn it. He sighed, forcing himself to his feet. Two sluggish steps later and he tapped her shoulder with two fingers. Not even a minute later she was small enough to fit in his palms. That’ll work. Scooping her up he went to go sit back down on the bed.

“Alright. Now could you bring me to your mouth and open it up?” Katherine’s smile never faded. She had to be the one person he’s met who was eager to get into a pred’s mouth. Absolutely insane. Not bothering to argue though, he did just as she asked.

Stepping right in, Katherine got to work. Poking around here and there, jotting down as many notes she could about the layout of Davey’s maw. She sure knew how to keep busy. Though a picture could be of use....maybe she could ask Jack. Yeah.

Davey was having a hard enough time as it was. Holding his jaw open, inner Pred constantly teased with the taste of cinnamon, not to mention it now being around lunchtime. Still, he waited.

Until his door burst open.

Jolting upright, Katherine flying backwards, he can only swallow and hope that Katherine won’t be to mad as he looks to the intruder.

Seeing the small legs disappear down her brothers throat told Sarah enough. She shut the door behind her before failing to fight off laugher at what she had just walked in on.

Almost immediately Davey felt himself go red. His expression something like a hybrid of shock and pure annoyance. The pleased little gurgle signaling that Katherine had arrived at her destination didn’t help at all either, only serving to ignite more laughter from his sister. “S-Sarah! Did you never learn to knock?!”

“Yep!” Sarah wheezes, trying to calm her laughter. Wiping a tear from her eye she smirks up at her, only by a few minutes, younger brother. “Buuuut, dearest brother, I’ve also learned what a predator in action looks like. Who was it this time? Was it your little Jackie~? Did you just want to keep him real close and have him give you belly rubs and praise you like the good boy he says you are-“

“SARAH!” Blushing ear to ear and throughly embarrassed, the teen pushes at his sister. He can feel Katherine shaking lightly in his stomach, only going to show that she is either trying to or not bothering to hold back laughter. Great.

Sarah stumbles to her feet, shoving her brother back onto his bed. “Oh please. You know it’s true! I’ve seen how you look at him. How every little word he speaks hypnotizes you. How with a single look he can turn you into an obedient little puppy dog at will-“

“Can you not be quiet? For five minutes?” Davey groans, pushing himself to sit upright yet again. The look his twin gives him says it all. Wonderful. How in the world can he shut her up?

“You and I both know that isn’t possible. You just have to face the facts, dear brother mine. You are head over heals for Jack Kelly and are too chicken to confess!”

“Oh I don’t see you having a crush on anyone! You don’t know what it’s like!”

“Well I just haven’t met the right girl! Sorrrrrryy!”

Grumbing somethung incoherent under his breath, Davey reaches over and flicks Sarah in the shoulder. The girl doesn’t flinch though. Like she knew what was coming.

Like it didn’t matter when her now much taller brother picked her straight off the floor, looking highly unamused.

“Trying to make me see things from Jack’s perspective, ey?”

Davey huff. “No. Teaching a lesson.” Before Sarah can ask what in the hell that means Davey shifts to lay on his back, dangling her above now very much open jaws.

Her heart drops a bit at seeing that. “H-Hey David. We can talk about this, r-right? No need to resort to this.” She stutters, trying to reason with her brother.

“I don’t know. Can we? If you ask me, this is the most efficient way to get my point across. Help you remember.” Davey takes a moment to lick his lips, opening him mouth again soon after. To get the blood pumping, he rubs together the two fingers pinching the back of Sarah’s outfit. The only thing keeping her in the air.

A squeak sounds from Sarah’s throat. That isn’t good. No sir. “Hey...you wouldn’t eat your own sister, would you?”

“Seeing as you’re a switch, I’m hungry, and I need to get a point across I find it perfectly suitable to hold you there for a little bit. Sound right?”

“I- Come on, David. You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be.”

Sarah grumbled and reached up, trying to push her brother’s fingers away. Davey holds a “strong” grip on her for a while. He should have payed more attention in hindsight, seeing as the moment he looks away she prays herself free.

It doesn’t take long to realize her mistake.

Davey’s not paying attention, the first mistake. His mouth is still open, the second one. He doesn’t notice right away when his sister slips, the final one. Seemingly in a flash, everything goes down. Something makes contact with his tongue and starts to slide back while a fruity-citrusy flavor he would come to identify as strawberry lemonade blooms across where said thing slips. Then it slips too far and he’s left with no choice but to swallow.

At the sound of a thick gulp above her Katherine knows what happened. Sighing, she moves out of the way, now sinking into the wall behind her. It isn’t long before there’s another presence in the darkness. Wonderful. Might as well let Sarah know who she was. “Hello.”

Sarah wasn’t ready at all to be swallowed down. To be pulled into the unfamiliar, right, wet confines of Davey’s throat. It wasn’t like she slipped back that fast. Was Davey just that out of it? In the darkness of the chamber holding her she wasn’t at all expecting a female voice. “H-Hello?”

“You’re Sarah Jacobs, are you not?”

“Yeah. That’s...me. Who are you?”

“Katherine.”

Sarah’s mind began to search. Search for a Katherine she knew Davey knew. Who did.....was it- no way. “Katherine as in the Katherine who helped the boys win the strike?”

“That would be me, yes.”

“Well then pleasured to meet you. I’m Sarah Jacobs, as you seem to know, David’s older twin sister who’s taste he apparently COULDN’T RESIST!”

A groan from above shook the room, seeming to vibrate in their bones. The world shifts, sending them tumbling onto each other as Davey shifts. Despite their limbs being tangled in each other’s and them being squished together thanks to Davey’s new position they can’t help laughing.

“Oh don’t be like that, David!” Sarah shouts, making sure her brother can hear her. “Just admit that you like the taste of me- scratch that, the taste of people more then actual food at times!”

There’s another groan and the sound of fabric shifting faintly outside. Davey burying his head in a pillow. Could this get more embarrassing? Hopefully not. In a last ditch attempt to shut his sister up, he huffs. “Shut up.”

Once again, the laughter of two young women can be heard, albeit, muffled, from his stomach.

Just his luck.

[anxiousboi-char]

“Broken into Pieces”, Chapter 1 - When everything crumbles

Look at me, attempting to write again! This fic is going to have 7 chapters and is far more angsty than other things I’ve wrote so far, so be beware! Also, this will include some ego shipping, but that’s going to come into play later down the line (probably chapter 6 or something)

“At first, everyone strictly hated Anti. However, as time went by, the "evil demon" started to grow on them, and soon enough, he became a part of their weird, little family. Of course, some liked him more and some liked him less, but in the end, they did care about him.

That's why when one day everything went wrong and they lost him, it hit them hard.“

Character(s): Anti, Jackieboy-man

Words: 1.2k

Warning(s): fire, major character death

When the egos first met Anti, things didn't go smooth. They went very wrong, actually, and it all ended with a big fight between them and him. But only as time went on and big battles continued to happen every once in a while, they started to realize that the demon wasn't truly trying to harm them. Just knowing this wasn't enough to fix everything, but when Marvin decided to try and talk with him instead of fighting, their theory was confirmed. Anti wasn't the bad guy, they just misunderstood each other at first.

And so, the magician was the first one to bring Anti to the house he shared with the other egos. It caused some chaos at first, but one after the other, everyone slowly realized that he was right - Anti wasn't a threat. Some trusted him more than the others, but after less than a month, it was safe to say that the demon was a part of their family already. He helped Jackie to fight crime, he taught Marvin more powerful magic, he helped Jameson with puppet shows, he tried some trick shots with Chase, he helped Henrik to relax after work by preparing coffee... And for everyone, he always offered a shoulder to cry on and some not-always-great-but-still advice. So, really, it was perfect. Even if he sometimes said some immoral things or got close to revolving to violence, they worked through their differences and accepted him as one of their own.

Little did the others know, things were just about to change.

Jackie was struggling to catch his breath, he felt exhaustion in every single muscle of his body, but he didn't even think about stopping to take a break. A huge building was on fire and many people were still stuck inside, he had to save them! And so he kept going in and out, getting the people working there outside while doing his best to cover his face. He was still waiting for the firefighters to get there, but luckily, he wasn't alone. Anti was there to help, carrying outside as many people as he could to help. Unlike the hero, he didn't even bother covering his face from the smoke. He was a demon, after all, he didn't have such stupid weaknesses. He was getting tired as well, but again, it didn't affect him as much.

"How many people are still inside?" Jackie asked one of the people he first brought outside.

"Just a few more, maybe 10?" the woman said, looking around and counting her coworkers again.

"You heard that, Anti?" the hero called out just moments after the demon left the building, helping two people outside. He nodded tiredly.

"Ye̛p̢. 10.͢ G͞o͏t it͞," he confirmed, turning back to go into the building again.

"I'm right behind you," Jackie informed, running inside as well. Just a couple more people.

Five minutes passed and it appeared that everyone was outside already. This was good, a far better outcome than usual. Well, almost everyone, one more person was missing and so was Anti. It was entirely possible that the worker simply left already, or that he wasn't inside in the first place, but the disappearance of his ally worried Jackie far more. He was currently resting and finally catching his breath, but with each second he felt more urge to go back inside and look for Anti. He could already hear the sirens in the distance, which meant that the firefighters soon would arrive, but he couldn't help feeling worried. Just as he made up his mind and got up to try getting back inside he saw someone running out. The last missing employee, a rather young man.

"Are you okay?!" the hero asked, immediately running up to him. The man nodded shakily, coughing heavily.

"He- he's there-!" he wheezed, pointing to the building. Jackie's gut-feeling told him that something was very wrong.

"Who?" he asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer.

"A-a man- He- He was getting me out, but he- he fell and- told me to run, so- so I-" the boy said, but before he was done explaining Jackie already took off running and swearing under his breath. So much for the demon's 'smoke resistance'.

"Anti! Anti?! Where are you?!" he called out, looking around. And for some time, he got no answer. Only then came a weak grunt from one of the rooms. "Anti!"

Jackie ran into the room and, to his horror, discovered Anti lying on the floor, coughing quietly. He quickly rushed to his side and tried to pick him up only to realize that the demon weighed more than an average person and he was just so exhausted... Still, he tried a couple of times, tried until he felt dizzy. Then, he just tugged on Anti's shirt and tried to drag him outside to no avail.

"J- J̡acki̶e̷?" Anti asked, seemingly regaining consciousness.

"You're up?! Good, now come on! We need to get outside! Everyone else is safe!" the hero informed, trying to force the demon up.

"T̕-҉͢t҉h͏e̡͠r͠e'̷͞s͝͞͝ ̨̡no-̵" he tried to argue, his voice getting more distorted as he spoke. Suddenly, he froze. ".̧̡.̕͝.͠R̷̶̡͘ų̷͜n͏̴̸̧.҉̵͢͠" he said. It was hard for Jackie to even make out what he was saying.

"Not without you!" the hero refused once he realized that Anti just asked him to run. Swearing loudly, the demon tried to get to his feet.

"F̶in̵e͏.͏ ̷̡I̷͝'͢͜m̨͜ ̛ri͏͝g̛h̷̛͜t͠ ͏̷b҉̵e͡hi͢͞n̴d͘͢ ͏͘y͠o̴̧͜u͝,̷̶" he muttered, getting up and starting to stumble forward. Jackie ran first, but kept looking over his shoulder to make sure that Anti was still there. "J̸u̢s̵t ̸̢g҉o̵̧.̶͜ ̷̡Y̷̸̢ou̵͝'re̸ ̴sl̸̢̕o͠w̴i̛n͞g u͞s̕͝ ḑ̧o̵̷w̸̛n̕.̸͜͠" he complained.

"Fine!" Jackie sighed, reassured that Anti felt better. He wouldn't say that on death bed after all, would he?

Already stumbling, Jackie ran outside and took a deep breath of fresh air before stopping, coughing, and wheezing. A couple of citizens walked over, concerned, and tried to ask him if he was okay, all while the firefighters finally arrived. As they got to work and tried to extinguish the fire, Jackie finally caught his breath and the wheezing soon turned into a quiet laugher. Everyone was fine, after all, so why not laugh?

"I'm- we're both good-" he said proudly. When the people only looked more concerned, he looked at Anti for confirmation. All color drained from his face when he realized that his friend... wasn't there. "I- He was right behind me!" he gasped.

Without hesitation, he tried to run back inside, promising himself that this time he'll make sure that Anti gets out even before him. Yet just as he was getting closer to the entrance, he heard something snapping inside, and before he could enter, the building crumbled before his eyes. He froze in his tracks and stared for a moment. Then, he called out to the firefighters, telling them that someone was still inside, and then he fell to his knees in defeat. Still staring.

"He was right behind me... he was..." he kept muttering to himself, ignoring the civilians surrounding him and trying to calm him down. "Right behind me..."

It slowly occurred to him that this was... over. This short moment was the end. There was no way to turn back time, Anti was gone. Just like that, wiped from the earth... This was the end of the demon's story.

[somedayonbroadway]

The Call

Chapter 1

Summary: David Jacobs is out of the game. There was a reason he was a veteran operator for the emergency call-center. That is, until one call changes just about everything. It's a race against time to save this young teens life. And it all falls on David's shoulders.

"911, where is your emergency?"

"I need a police officer, 119 East Central Street, 3rd floor. I got a woman here, she's stabbing herself and a child!"

"Operator 602, state your emergency, please."

"Hi, there's an accident on Highway 28, and I... I... Like, I think somebody's dead!"

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I'm at the Beverly Resort. My girlfriend, she's..."

"What's going on there?"

"She jumped from the 12th floor balcony."

"She jumped off the 12th floor balcony?"

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Oh, God, I hit someone with my car. I hit him! I think I've killed him!"

"All right, listen carefully. Pump the chest hard 30 times. You need to count out loud, go ahead."

"911, what's your emergency?"

"911, where is your emergency?"

"Please, I need assistance right away!"

"911, where's your emergency?"

"There's a lot of blood, I know, but you need to keep pressure on the wound."

"I shot my wife."

"You shot your wife?"

"Yup. She's lying on the floor..."

"911, where's your emergency?"

If there was one thing that David knew, it was that his job was anything but easy. It was a stressful, mentally challenging, insane job that David was so grateful to have.

But it was days like these that made him wish he could be anywhere else.

"Christine... put the gun down," he ordered gently. He'd been on the line for several minutes now. He hadn't made any real progress. This kid was scared. She didn't know what to do. She was out of control and she couldn't stop it.

"I didn't mean ta do it!" she insisted, her Jersey accent strong and harsh. "I didn't mean it!"

With a shake of his head, David tried to figure out what to say next. "Christine, put the gun down! It isn't worth it!" he tried. He didn't want to lose this girl. She could still have a future.

Through the headset, David could hear the black and whites, screaming at this disturbed young woman, ordering her to drop the gun without an ounce of gentleness. David understood that. Their job was to protect the rest of the civilians. His job was to help the person on the other end of the line. "Put the gun down! Put it down!"

"Christine! Listen ta me-"

It wasn't the first time it had happened. But that didn't mean it made it easier.

And that was it. The line went dead.

For a second, the young man contemplated getting up, leaving his station for just a moment. He had every right to. It was a way to protect themselves from all the stress put on them everyday. So many lives put in their hands. But right now, David just prayed the next call he got was from a group of kids making a prank call.

He didn't need to get up. The Quiet Room would still be there later if he needed it to calm his nerves. So, he took a deep breath and let his computer know he was ready for another call.

"911, what's your emergency?"

The operator couldn't help but let himself slump over just a bit in relief when an angry, but familiar voice met his ears. "Goddamn it! Why am I in here?!"

Letting himself laugh, David just shook his head. "Hey there Mr. Kloppman, how ya doin'?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Not good, kiddo... I'm in jail," Mr. Kloppman began to explain. David let himself smile. This man wasn't a bad guy, just got himself into trouble a bit too much. The first time he'd called, David had been on the line with him for close to an hour as the old man gave him his life story. Not that David minded. He was an odd guy, but that didn't mean he wasn't entertaining as hell. "Ain't no one's tellin' me nothin'!"

Knowingly, David could only sigh and ask the question he asked every time this man was on the line. "You been drinking again, Mr. Kloppman?"

It was almost comical the way the man quieted down immediately. Everyone around the hive knew this man. They only got a call from him every few weeks, when he'd fallen off the wagon again. He'd had a rough life. Plenty of reason to start drinking. But he was trying to get better. "I s'pose..." he replied sheepishly.

Nodding, David just shrugged. "So you know what you have ta do. You gotta ask your DO for another call, okay?"

"... okay... thanks, kiddo..."

"No problem. Stay outta trouble, alright sir?" David asked, a small smile still on his face. It really was a nice break from all the stress.

"Alright, kiddo. Bye bye." And then that was it. David let himself sit for a moment, letting himself just breathe. For a moment, everything was okay.

"Does he still call you, 'kiddo'?" At the young, feminine voice, David spun around in his chair.

"Of course he does, Smalls" he responded to the small woman behind him. "It's a hell of a lot better than 'sweetheart'." She playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"That's fair," she replied, turning away from her own station for a moment. "So how's Les? Still a little rascal?"

With a sigh, David shrugged. "You know it. My mom just got him braces. The kid is not happy about it and I never get to hear the end of it," he explained. His little brother was certainly a handful. There was no questioning that.

Snorting, Smalls replied, "At least he'll have straight teeth when he grows up! My parents couldn't afford that kind a' sh-"

"Ah, Smallsie, always such a charmer ta walk in on," a voice interrupted. A grin spread across both of their faces as they looked up to see a young police officer walking through their building, right towards them, along with a woman of the same uniform.

Smalls, ever sarcastic and good for a laugh, looked around. "Did anyone call for a stripper?" she called jokingly. David just rolled his eyes as the young female cop burst out laughing.

"Hey, Jack. What're ya guys doin' here?" he asked, standing to his feet so that he could shake his friend's hand before he was pulled into an embrace.

Jack always was one for hugs. "Nothin' much, man. Just thought we'd stop by b'fore I have two little monsters ta deal with when I get home," he shrugged, letting him pull back and then slinging an arm around the woman's shoulders.

With a grin, Small's kicked her feet up onto her desk, twirling a pencil around in her hands. "Katherine, I understand that you helped deliver a baby yesterday," she commented, sounding almost impressed.

The female cop nodded, a grin growing on her face. "Yes ma'am. Seven pound, eight ounce little princess," he stated, smirking over at Jack who placed his free hand over his heart in offense.

"Excuse me, I was there too!" he insisted.

But the woman only laughed. "He was holding her hand and covering his eyes. He's the true hero here," Katherine corrected sarcastically. It seemed to be good enough for Jack who nodded his head and smiled.

"Thank you."

David laughed. He had the best friends. He'd gone to high school with these people. And college with Jack. They hadn't always been close, but he still absolutely adored them. In fact, they were now his closest friends.

"Really though, she saved the mama's life," Jack stated. The pride in his eyes wasn't something that could be looked over. It was so clear how madly in love he was.

A hum brought the officer out of the trance. Small's was staring at the with a sort of false admiration. "You guys are disgusting," she breathed before turning back to her desk and getting back to work.

Jack chuckled a bit, turning to kiss his girlfriend and partner on the side of her head before he stepped away from her and towards David. "Hey, can I talk ta you f'r a minute?" he asked quietly.

With a slight nod, David pushed himself up from his chair. "Darcy! I'm goin' on break!" he called as his boss walked by. Then he lead Jack out to the small patio they had outside. David's favorite place in the whole building.

The fresh air was always so nice.

He leaned up against the railing of the small outdoor space. Jack stood across from him, leaning back on a chair pushed up against one of the tables. "What's up?"

"Just about everythin'," Jack laugher, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. "I was wonderin' if ya finally wanted ta meet my boys," he stated.

Ah yes. Jack's boys. His little brothers. His half brothers. The adoption hadn't been easy. Not with the many potential guardians that were apart of all of their lives. Though, they were unwanted and never seemed to be good for anyone. Jack's family was anything but conventional. Their mother was anything but loyal or faithful.

"Yeah, I'd love to!" David grinned. The adoption had been closed a year ago. They kids were officially Jack's. And while David was one of Jack's closest friends, he still had never met the boys. "When should I be over?"

"I was thinkin' tomorrow night?" It was like Jack was scared to have him over it wouldn't surprise the young operator. Those kids had been through enough in their short lives. New people weren't exactly their favorite things. But Davey was beyond touched that his friend was allowing him to meet them. It was a big step for him. It was important.

"I'd love to, Jackie," he smiled.

Jack grinned. "Cool..."

Meeting Jack's brothers was the ultimate kind of trust. David knew that all too well. The stories had been everywhere. They'd been hurt as children. All of them. But Jack trusted him. And David couldn't help but be so incredibly happy.

But he wasn't done at work yet.

"... Then I want you to take the child in your arms and exit the building quickly," he heard Specs instruct as he made his way back to his desk. Jack walked past him and took Katherine's hand as they made their way out.

"See ya, Mouth!" Jack called as he pulled Katherine away from Smalls.

David just nodded and waved at his friend with just two fingers. "Later, Kelly!"

As soon as their friends left the building, Smalls was turning to David with a questions. "Hey, what's the code for multiple stabbings?" she asked in a rush, muting her call for just a moment as the young man tried to recall.

"Uh... Two forty-five," he responded in a rush.

The small girl nodded. "Thank you!" She turned back to her own call immediately, leaving David to take a breath and try to get back into the game.

For a moment he stared at his screen. He listened to the people around him. His coworkers. Some of he bravest people he'd ever met. This job was so important. He had to know that. They all did. It was crucial. They were protecting people.

He clicked on his space bar, indicating he was ready for another call. Instantly, he had one. "911, what's your emergency?"

"Help me! Please... someone's trying ta break into my house!"

The voice was panicked. Nothing David hadn't handled before. But it definitely brought him out of his daze. He sat up straighter. "Okay, okay, breathe for me, pal."

"I'm all alone! My parents went to see a movie! They won't answer their phones!"

"I understand that, buddy. What's your name?" David asked calmly as the trace on his computer began to run.

The boy was breathing hard on the other end of the line. David could hear him. "B-Benjamin... Neilson..." Immediately the man typed the name into his systems.

A picture came up easily. David allowed himself to vaguely study the face of the kid. Blond hair, grey-blue eyes. Lanky and tall. He was sixteen. "Alright, pal. I've got all your information here," he stated, taking a breath. "Can you get out of the house, Benjamin?" He was typing frantically. Just like he always did. The more information, the better.

"No! No! He's out there!"

"Okay, take a deep breath for me, kid," the operator instructed before switching his headpiece over to the radio. "Any units clear to handle hot prowl in progress? 23 Kinnard Street. PR is alone and hiding."

"Seven-Adam-Thirteen, responding!"

The man switched back as quickly as he could, feeling his chest tighten as those panicked gasps met his ears again. "Police are on their way, buddy!"

Benjamin Neilson was hiding behind a wall. He didn't want to move. Whoever was there might see him. All of the lights were off. The only noise that could be heard was a juggling lock and the voice of a stranger on the telephone.

The boy was about to say something else, beg this man to make the police get there faster. But the shattering of glass made him jump a foot in the air. He could hear someone reaching through it to get to the lock on the door. "Oh my God, he just broke the window! He's coming through the back!"

David's whole body went from somewhat to tense in an instant. He had to breathe. He had to be the strong one. "Benjamin, go find a room and lock yourself in. Right now!" he instructed, trying to think. That was right. Those were the right instructions. "Do not disconnect with me, okay? Stay on the line!"

The boy didn't respond. He just darted towards the stairs in front of him. He sprinted in through an open door and closed it as quietly as he could. "Okay! I'm in my room!" he stated, standing against the door. "But the door doesn't lock n' I don't know where ta hide!" he cried out in a whisper.

"It's okay, Benjamin! I need you ta stay calm," David tried.

But the boy was anything but calm. "He's gonna find me!" he whispered urgently. He looked around his room.

"Okay, is there a window in that room, Ben?" David asked quickly.

"Yeah..."

"Here's what I need you to do..."

The only place he thought to go was beneath his bed. It was obvious. But it was all he had.

Footsteps were coming closer. The board outside his room creaked. The kid whimpered. He wished beyond anything that he had a bat or a weapon of any kind. But he'd seen the outline of the man. He was huge. He'd be no match for him.

"Buddy, stay quiet for me, okay?" David demanded, seeming to sense the situation, even from miles away. "Don't say a word."

The boy didn't. He held his breath as he ears his door creaking open. The intruder seemed to think someone in this room wouldn't have already heard the glass shatter.

The man's shoes were covered in dirt and mud. They were old and worn brown work boots. That was all the kid could see of the guy.

David muted his end of the call again. "Seven Adam Thirteen! What's your ETA?"

"Eight to ten!"

That was too long. Looking around, David caught a glimpse of his supervisor, doing his own job. He zeroed in on David just as the young man threw his arms up helplessly. There was no way anyone was going to get there in time.

Benjamin was beginning to get dizzy. He didn't want to risk making a sound. The man was still in his room. He was looking in the closet. Behind the curtains. But Benjamin didn't move. Eventually he saw the man lean out the open window. He must've seen the one shoe he'd dropped down there. It looked like he'd jumped and ran.

The man didn't check beneath the bed.

Footsteps began to leave the room in a haste. The kid breathed a sigh of relief. "I... I think it worked. I think he's leaving..."

"That's good, kid. Just-"

The line went dead. David felt himself panic for a moment. The boy surely hadn't meant to hang up the phone. The man had to still be inside the house. He'd told him to stay on the line.

In a moment of pure panic, of idiocy, David called back.

That meant the phone rang.

Benjamin answered the call immediately. "I don't know where he is!" he hissed, terrified.

"Benjamin-"

"Oh my God, I think he's coming back!"

All David felt was nauseous. "Kid-"

"I think he heard the phone ring!" He cried, trying to push himself from his hiding place. He had to get up. He could hear the man coming back. He could fight. He could-

David heard the boy scream in pure terror. "Benjamin?!"

Benjamin struggled beneath a huge man who'd just ripped him from his safe haven. "Let go! Let go!" he demanded, trying so hard not to sound completely horrified.

"Kid-" David's heart sped up. He tried desperately to figure out what to do next. The boy more than likely didn't have the phone by his ear anymore. He was stuck, listening to a child beg somebody to just let him go.

"Shut up!" another voice screamed.

"Get offa-" Benjamin let out a muffled sob when a strong hand rushed to cover his mouth.

Then the man reached for the phone.

And David could hear his quick, irregular breaths. Something told him that this was more than some burglary. He'd gone after the kid specifically. There was more to this. And that scared him.

He'd given the kid away.

"Wh-whoever this is... the police are on their way to that house right now," he stated carefully, trying not to let his voice shake too much. He felt his hands begin to tremble as his face went pale. "The only thing for you to do is let that boy go..."

This is what a panic attack felt like.

This was his fault. He'd given the kid away. He'd made a mistake.

"I suggest you leave that house before you do something you regret... you do not have to do this..."

The breathing was quick. But the man wasn't scared. He was angry. Driven by grief and adrenaline. He looked the boy up and down as he struggled below him. He pinned the boy's arms beneath his knees as he reached to run a demeaning hand through his hair. And, without truly even thinking about it, he let out a small, but horrifying reply.

"It's already done."

Benjamin screamed.

And then the line went dead.

David couldn't breathe. The trace disappeared. The picture faded. He knew he wasn't supposed to panic. He knew he wasn't supposed to not know what to do. He knew he was supposed to have the answers and the fix.

He knew he wasn't supposed to call back when there was an intruder. What did I just do?

Ripping off his headset, David ran. He ran to the Quiet Room as those three words echoed in his brain.

It's already done.

That boy was targeted. He didn't know why, but he was.

The door slammed shut behind him. He was the only one in the room. He stepped away, pacing as he tried to get his limbs to stop shaking. "Oh, God..." he breathed, reaching up a trembling hand to run through his hair.

The door was opened behind him. The man flinched as he whirled around, his vision blurred as tears filled up in his eyes.

"It's already done." It was all he could hear. Over and over again. Even as he barely made out the form of his boss standing before him.

"What the hell was that?" Oh great. Darcy has been listening to his call. Of all things. "That ring gave him away." The older man was scolding him like David didn't already know. Like David wasn't tearing himself up right now. It must've taken the man a moment to see the tears in David's eyes. Because he expression softened. "Just... help me out here. What were you thinking?"

Immediately, David shrugged, completely at a loss for words. He could still hear Benjamin screaming. "I... I wasn't... I..." He could hardly speak anymore. Nothing was coming out right. "I don't know... I didn't..." He still couldn't breathe. "I'm just normally... I wasn't focused like I usually am and I... I don't know..."

He could've vomited right then and there. A child had just been kidnapped.

And it was his fault.

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31 days prompt (feel free to discard if you come up with something better!) - TenToo (and kid? Or Tony?) try to bake (#8) as a surprise for Rose, and it goes terribly wrong!

Tyler Family Traditions

Pairing: Tentoo x Rose

Rating: General

Also, written for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas (prompts incorporated: holiday baking / ginger / traditions).

AO3   TS

Tony was sitting in front of the couch in the Tylers’ living room. His toy cars were spread out around him, but he wasn’t playing. He was instead uncharacteristically quiet when the Doctor found him.

“Tony Baloney!” The Doctor sat on the couch and ruffled his little brother-in-law’s hair.

The little boy looked up at him with sad eyes and a wan smile.

“Aren’t you looking forward to decorating gingerbread houses? 904 years old, me…weeeell, might argue that I’m only 8 months, but either way, I’ve never done it myself.”

Tony just shrugged.

The Doctor slid off the couch and sat next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“This is when Rose gets sad, and she’s been so happy. I don’t want her to be sad again.”

“What? What do you mean? Why would Rose get sad?”

“Mummy and Rose and me always decorate gingerbread houses before Christmas. Mummy says it’s tradition. And every year it makes Rose really sad. I don’t know why, but I don’t want Rose to be sad and I don’t care if it’s tradition. I don’t want to make gingerbread houses any more.”

The Doctor wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulder and pulled him into a side hug. “Oh, Tony. I can promise you that this year will be different.”

“How do you know? I mean, Rose has been pretty happy since you came to live with us, but yesterday she was grumpy and yelled at me when I woke her up. How do you know she isn’t getting sad for Christmas?”

The Doctor’s lip quirked. “Rose is always grumpy when she gets woken up. And she wasn’t sad because of decorating gingerbread houses or because it was Christmas. She was sad because…,” the Doctor took a deep breath, “well, because she missed me. Because Christmas is a time for family and we were separated. And I’m so sorry that it made her sad. I really wish it hadn’t, though I was sad too. I didn’t want to celebrate Christmas without Rose either, so I understand. But we’re all together this year. You and me and Rose and your mum and dad. And it’s going to be the best Christmas ever. ”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” The Doctor smiled at the trust and hope in the young boy’s eyes - eyes so much like his sister’s. “What do you say we get a start on baking the gingerbread? This way when your mum and Rose get back from the shops we can start decorating immediately.”

Tony nodded and jumped up. He and the Doctor raced to the kitchen.

–

Forty minutes later, Jackie and Rose walked into the kitchen and froze. There was flour everywhere, including covering a good portion of both Tony and the Doctor. Bits of dark, sticky dough were on the counter and part of the floor.

“What the bleedin’ hell is going on in here?” Jackie’s screech caused the Doctor to spin around and nearly drop the bowl he was holding.

“Rose! Jackie!” A grin split the Doctor’s face. “Hello.”

He sauntered over to Rose and leaned in close. “We’re baking gingerbread. Gonna make a gingerbread TARDIS instead of a house. Weeeell, the TARDIS is sort of a house. Doesn’t have carpets or drapes, but it’s our house, or was, or will be.” His eyes were hooded and he kept glancing at Rose’s lips. “Maybe not a house, but it’s definitely a home.” If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was drunk.

Apparently Jackie had the same idea. “Have you been drinkin’?”

“Noooooo…that’s ridiculous. Tony an’ me are making gingerbread.” He stage whispered to Jackie. “For decorating.”

At the Doctor’s little giggle, she asked Tony. “Are you sure he hasn’t touched your father’s scotch?”

The little boy shook his head. “No, we’ve been here the whole time.”

The Doctor popped a piece of raw dough in his mouth. “I’m a Time Lord, Jackie. Even if I had been drinking, which I haven’t, mind, alcohol has no effect on me. Superior physiology, me.”

Rose crossed her arms and tilted her head. “Thought you were mostly human now?”

The Doctor paused with more dough half way to his mouth. “Oh. Right. Erm, I guess I am. Forgot.” He dropped the dough and ran flour covered hands along the back of his neck and pouted. “Still not drunk.”

Rose eyed the bowl and watched as the Doctor ate a bit more. “‘S that got ginger in it, Doctor?”

“Yeah. It’s gingerbread. Can’t make gingerbread without ginger.”

“Right. Thought you couldn’t have ginger?”

“It’s fiiiiiine. That’s when I was a Time Lord. I’m human now. See, I remembered it that time.”

Rose tried to hide her smile. “You sure about that?”

“That I’m human?” The Doctor’s eyes widened. “Oh! Do you think the ginger is affecting me?” The Doctor broke out in a wide smile. “Maybe I’m more Time Lord than I thought.”

“I think maybe you’ve had enough gingerbread for today, love.” Rose took the mostly empty bowl and placed it on the countertop.

The Doctor put his hands on the counter and bracketed Rose between his arms. “I love it when you call me ‘love.’”

“Doctor, my mum and Tony are still here.”

The Doctor hummed and began nuzzling Rose’s neck. Rose saw her mum over the Doctor’s shoulder with her hands over Tony’s eyes. She pushed on his chest. “Doctor.”

“You just smell so good, Rose. It’s not my fault. Well, maybe it’s a little bit my fault. Or rather half my fault. But the other half is completely your fault, Rose Tyler. Pregnancy hormones.”

“Rose, you’re pregnant?”

“Mmmm.” He licked Rose’s cheek.

Jackie’s upper lip curled in disgust.

“Oh! Do you think the baby will have an intolerance to ginger?” He rested his hand on Rose’s still flat stomach.

“Baby!” At her mother’s shout, Rose darted a glance at Jackie.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Rose narrowed her eyes at the Doctor. “We were gonna tell you at Christmas.” She smiled wryly. “Got my scan framed for ya an’ everythin.’”

She looked back at the Doctor when he started talking again. “Tony said that decorating gingerbread houses was a part of your family’s Christmas tradition. Tyler family traditions. And our baby will be the next little Tyler. Time Tot Tyler. Oooh. We should call her that.”

“We are not calling the baby Time Tot Tyler”

“Just ‘til he or she is born. Our little TTT. Triple T. T cubed.”

The Doctor reached for another piece of gingerbread and Rose smacked his hand away.

“What was I saying?”

“I don’t even know.”

“Oh. Oh! I was saying that I hope that we can continue the Tyler family traditions with our children. Time Lords have rubbish traditions. Forcing an eight year old to stare at the raw power of the time vortex before entering the Academy. Nothing like decorating biscuits with sugar and candy. That’s just brilliant.”

Rose cupped the Doctor’s jaw. “Of course we can continue my traditions with our family, but we can always adapt our traditions if we have to. Like if the baby does have your ginger intolerance, we can always use chocolate or sugar biscuits. And we can make new traditions too. Especially when the baby TARDIS is grown. It’s time spent with family and making memories that’s the important thing, yeah?”

“I love you, Rose Tyler.”

Rose wrapped her arms around the Doctor’s neck. “Love you too, Doctor.”

Jackie cleared her throat. “Not to interrupt, although there is still a child present, but did you actually make any gingerbread biscuits?”

The Doctor looked nervously around the kitchen. “Er…” He grabbed Rose’s hand and yelled, “run!”

Rose’s laugher followed them from the room.

Tony didn’t even care that they wouldn’t be decorating gingerbread houses that day, he was just happy that his sister was smiling.

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The Royal Mr. Wilson - Film Monthly.com, November 2001

Owen Wilson/Royal Tenenbaums, Behind Enemy Lines Interview by Paul Fischer in Los Angeles. Owen Wilson is rapidly emerging as one of Hollywood's bright young stars. Also a screenwriter, Wilson first drew acclaim as co-writer of all three Wes Anderson films, including his latest, The Royal Tenenbaums. Born and reared in Dallas, Wilson raised enough hell in high school to get expelled from one institution in tenth grade, but he managed to attend college at the University of Texas in Austin and graduate in 1991. Along with his degree, Wilson's Austin years resulted in a budding partnership with aspiring filmmaker Wes Anderson. Their first film together, a short about a bookstore heist called Bottle Rocket, played at the Sundance Film Festival in 1993, attracting the attention of producer Polly Platt and writer/director James L. Brooks. With Brooks' support, Wilson and Anderson expanded the short into a feature and Bottle Rocket (1996). Though it made little impression at the box office, this distinctly offbeat comedy became something of a cult favourite. Wilson's own inspired performance became his Hollywood calling card. That same year, Wilson also began a fertile association with actor/director Ben Stiller, appearing in one memorable scene as a smooth, ill-fated date in Stiller's black comedy The Cable Guy (1996). Alternating between supporting roles in Hollywood spectacles, collaborations with Anderson and Stiller, and smaller independent projects, Wilson worked steadily for the rest of the 1990s adding much needed humour in Anaconda (1997), Armageddon (1998), and The Haunting (1999). On a more artistically successful front, Wilson's next script with Anderson resulted in the lauded coming-of-age film Rushmore (1998). As far as acting, Wilson's scored as a serial killer in the indie thriller The Minus Man (1999).

By 2000, Wilson began to take centre stage in larger Hollywood projects as well. Though it was another Jackie Chan vehicle, Wilson's hilarious co-starring turn in the Western Shanghai Noon (2000) nearly stole the movie. Wilson worked twice with pal Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents (2000), followed by Stiller's supermodel farce Zoolander. Even as he flourished in broad Hollywood comedy, Wilson continued his partnership with Wes Anderson, co-writing with Anderson and co-starring (with his brother and Stiller among others) in the black comedy The Royal Tenenbaums (2001). Branching out into serious roles, Wilson will also be with The Royal Tenenbaums patriarch Gene Hackman in the military drama Behind Enemy Lines (2001), in which he plays a pilot shot down in Bosnia and on the run from corrupt soldiers and a malevolent sniper. The busy Wilson took time off to discuss both films with Paul Fischer. Paul Fischer: Can you begin by discussing how and why Hackman got you involved with Behind Enemy Lines and if that led to you hiring him for Royal Tenenbaums? Owen Wilson: Gene liked me in Shanghai Noon and recommended me. For Behind Enemy Lines. I agreed to do it so they recommended me for THAT. We'd always wanted him for the Royal Tenenbaums and Wes finally persuaded him during Behind Enemy Lines. PF: Were you then able to chip away at him? O.W: Well, no. By the time I'd met him in Slovakia, he had already agreed that he would do the movie. P.F: Is Gene Hackman now your adopted father? O.W: Ah, no. He's not. It's funny. The reason I really was excited about working on Behind Enemy Lines is because of him, but we didn't have that much stuff together because he's on the ship and I'm behind enemy lines. [laugher all around] And we talked by radio and stuff, so we didn't do a lot of stuff together. P.F: You're not really perceived as an action hero, yet you have done a few films in which that comes through. Was the attraction of Behind Enemy Lines the opportunity to reflect the action hero within? O.W: No, not really. The attraction was more to work with Gene Hackman in that it so happened to be this, you know, genre of a movie. In fact, it was a sort of, a more difficult movie to do because I felt less in control than when doing a movie where you're doing lots of scenes with actors and you kind of have a sense that it's working or being funny. And in this it was just having to rely on the director, because you'd show up at work and, you know, get run through a land mine. You run do this and you don't know how it's all going to fit together because he's got it all in his mind so it all comes down to whether or not he can make it exciting. P.F.: How physically daunting was it to shoot this? O.W.: It was more like playing sports in high school. Kind of like gearing up every day; that was kind of the feeling that I had. Get your adrenaline flowing. That was the only thing I could relate it to because obviously I've never been in this type of combat situation. I could just relate to the kind of adrenaline you get playing sports and stuff. P.F: Where do these quirky films comes from that you and Wes work on? O.W: We kind of do stuff that comes naturally to us. And the stuff that seems to come naturally is stuff that, I don't know exactly how you would describe it, but I know the humor is not really clinical or mean-spirited. It seems to come more from enthusiasm or earnestness. I don't know. P.F.: Where does the humor actually come from? O.W: The things that Wes and I find funny are, derived from characters we all knew and grew up with. P.F.: What particular challenges did you face creating the multitude of characters in Tenenbaums? O.W: Well, trying to write an ensemble movie, rather than focusing on one thing, and it ended up pretty much being Gene Hackman's movie, I think. But early on we didn't quite know how it was going to work out. P.F: As with Rushmore, you're coming out at that Oscar time of year. While Rushmore was shut out of the Oscars, you think you have a better shot this time round? O.W: Well, I saw the

movie, I guess, a couple months ago and Bottle Rocket was really hard for me to see because it was so weird to see yourself and stuff. But this one I really loved. I don't know how other people will react to it. I would hope that Gene Hackman will get some recognition. P.F: Going back to Behind Enemy Lines, the film's date has been pushed forward for that. Is the time right to see a war film of this kind given recent events? O.W: I would think so, yeah. I think that after September 11 there's a sort of natural surge of patriotism that happened and pushed through a sort of collective tragedy where the whole country sort of comes together. I mean, you saw it particularly in New York in the few days after. Behind Enemy Lines is not a movie about corruption in the military or anything like that. I can't believe that there hasn't been a movie called Behind Enemy Lines; it's such an obvious title. P.F: Are you still doing the sequel to Shanghai Noon? O.W: Yeah, in February. P. F: Shooting in Ireland, right? O.W: Well, it's supposed to be England, you know, if we go back to Jack the Ripper time. I don't know where, maybe Prague and London. I would like it to be Dublin, to be Ireland, because that's where my ancestors are from and I think I get along good with Irish people. The director on Behind Enemy Lines was Irish. P.F: Are you and Wes writing something right now? O.W: No, we're not working on anything now. We have some ideas for like a western and then yeah, a story with the ocean as the backdrop.

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Title: Peppermint Bark Rating: General Characters: Jesse McCree, Sombra, Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison Tags: Family AU, Christmas Fluff Summary:

No one could ever accuse Jesse of lacking holiday spirit. If anything, Jesse had it in spades just like his fathers, as evidenced by his excited shouting at six in the morning on Christmas day, yelling for everyone in the house to wake up to open presents.

A Very Merry Christmas at the Reyes-Morrison household.

A commissioned fic for @lifewhatisthat​‘s Family AU! Please check out their lovely art, the basis and inspiration for this work!

If there was ever a thing that simultaneously boggled Jesse beyond belief and also made him more excited than a kid in a candy store, it was the Morrison-Reyes’ household's attitude towards holidays. Whenever any holiday that involved festivities of some sort rolled around, without fail, the house would be covered from floor to ceiling with enough decorations to rival even seasonal shops. And it wasn't just the decorations that embodied the holidays either, Jack and Gabriel themselves would go full out in their celebrations, cheerful and excitable and dressed to the nines in whatever apparel was most fitting. Hell, Gabriel even went so far as to hand-make costumes for the entire family for Halloween, each and every one just as detailed and elaborate as the next; they even had a dedicated shelf for all of the awards for Best Halloween Costumes Gabriel had won over the years — many of them earned before even Jesse and Sombra were adopted.

Nevertheless, despite the somewhat jaded attitudes Jesse and Sombra held about the various holidays thanks to their years spent at the orphanage, Jack and Gabriel's collective holiday spirit was simply too contagious to fight, and after a rather rocky first year in the Reyes-Morrison household, Sombra and Jesse found themselves just as excited about seasonal festivities and holiday celebrations as their adoptive fathers.

For certain, no one could ever accuse Jesse of lacking holiday spirit. If anything, Jesse had it in spades just like his fathers, as evidenced by his excited shouting at six in the morning on Christmas day, yelling for everyone in the house to wake up to open presents. Sombra wasn't quite as keen on waking up so early, but after a rather excitable shake that jolted her to full alertness, the two children all but hurtled themselves into their parents’ bed like twin wrecking balls.

“WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!!” they squealed, slapping loudly on the comforter and playfully bapping the sleeping figures with pillows they had taken from their own rooms. “WAKE UP! PRESENTS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

After several moments with no response, the two children looked at each other with concern and stopped. Jesse pulled down the covers, wary of what he'd find, and to his and Sombra's surprise, what laid beneath the blankets weren't their fathers at all, but piles of pillows along with a rather sizeable stuffed purple rabbit — Jesse reckoned it was almost the same size as Sombra — with a bow on its head and a gift tag on its ear that read “ Sombra ”.

“It's a bunny!!” Sombra shouted gleefully, pulling the stuffed animal from under the covers and squeezing it in a tight hug. Though happy his sister got something she'd wanted, Jesse was still confused as to where his parents had gone to, and began to look around for clues.

He didn't have to wait for long, however, as the deep sound of someone clearing their throat rumbled from the door and immediately drew his attention. Sure enough, in the doorway stood Gabriel, dressed in an almost obnoxious amount of Christmas-themed clothes: a poofy Santa hat on his head, the ugly laughing reindeer sweater that read  “You SLEIGH me”,  flannel pajama pants patterned with elves and presents and trees all over, and slippers in the shape of Santas covering each foot.

“It's Christmas,” Gabriel said, “What are you kids still in bed for?” He snorted at his own joke, and turned to make his way down the hall, but not before nodding his head in a gesture for the children to follow. The two scrambled from the mess of pillows and covers, shouting in delight as they followed their father downstairs into the living room, nearly tripping over themselves in glee.

The smell of pancakes and cookies and bread greeted them the moment their small slippered feet crossed the doorway, and they immediately plopped themselves down on the couch and on the floor in front of the coffee table to tuck into the traditional Reyes-Morrison Christmas breakfast. Neither of them wasted any time digging into their meal, the two of them rumbling in content and happy noises as they stuffed their faces with the fluffiest pancakes ever known to man and the sweetest fruit preserves courtesy of the Morrison family farm.

“Where's daddy?” Sombra asked, after cutting into her second pancake. Suddenly realizing Jack was nowhere to be found — he hadn't even heard a single sound from the kitchen since he'd woken up — Jesse too swiveled his head around to look.

“He had to do a quick errand,” Gabriel answered smoothly, taking a sip from his coffee.

“For eggs again?” Sombra asked, knowing Jack's almost chronic issue of running out of eggs every Christmas due to his overzealous amount of baking on those mornings. Not that anyone in the house could complain about it, though, what with the piles and piles of baked goodies that lasted them through the entire week and into the new year — even after losing half to the guests at the holiday party they hosted at their own home.

“Something like that,” came the somewhat cryptic answer. Jesse eyed Gabriel suspiciously, and as if to distract him from investigating any further, Gabriel added, “He'll be back any minute now, so after you finish stuffing your faces, each of you figure out which present you're gonna open. Remember, only one for now. You'll get to open the rest later at the party, okay?”

All suspicion went out the window, as just like that, a switch was flipped and Sombra and Jesse began to chew furiously through their food, motivated by their one-track minds now focused on the colorfully-wrapped mysteries beneath the trees.

“Pace yourselves, for crying out loud! I raise children, not animals!” Gabriel playfully scolded, trying not to laugh at his children's excitement, “If either of you choke, I'm gonna take your presents for myself, y’hear? And then neither of you will-”

Before he could even finish his sentence,noises at the door interrupted him, followed by the sound of a familiar voice calling out.

“Babe, I’m home!” came Jack’s voice, echoing from the foyer. “Come help me?”

“Yup! Coming!” Gabriel called back, getting up from his place on the couch. Jesse and Sombra moved to follow, but Gabriel shook his head and said, “Nah, you two finish your breakfast first.  Slowly , please. Your father and I would rather not come back in here to see the two of you passed out because you gluttons couldn’t pace yourselves,” before leaving the room.

The words  “No peeking,”   didn’t need to be said, as Jesse and Sombra knew very well of the repercussions that would occur if they did, and neither of them had the gumption to take Jack’s   “I’m-not-mad-at-you-just-very-disappointed”  face head on, which somehow had the power of Grandma Morrison’s and Ana Amari’s combined with the power of a sad puppy. Not even Gabriel himself could brave such a look for more than a few seconds before crumbling like the tops of one of Jack’s famous Christmas coffee cakes.

The two children watched as Gabriel walked down the hall to greet Jack at the door, smiling that tender smile of his that he always had on whenever the two of them were together, and pulled him into an embrace.

“Gross! Get a room!” Jesse called out playfully.

Jack merely stuck his tongue out at Jesse from over Gabriel’s shoulder, making a show of hugging his husband even tighter and rocking side to side in place to emphasize the embrace. Gabriel played along, as usual, even going so far as to say, “Look, Jackie, mistletoe!” as he pointed up to the flowery sprig hanging from the light hanging in the foyer before kissing his husband sweetly on the lips, the both of them making exaggerated “Muah muah muah!” kissing noises to taunt their children even further.

The noises of laugher and exaggerated affection continued for a little longer until the two men disappeared back out the door to collect what Jack had brought home in the car, and the children went back to their breakfast, eating slowly and methodically as Gabriel had requested of them.

After finishing their meal, the two watched the Christmas movie Gabriel had originally put onto the television for background noise, barely cognizant of the noises and clamoring of their fathers in the kitchen.

“Jesse? Sombra? Could you two come to the kitchen, please?” they heard Jack call to them suddenly. The two looked at each other questioningly, as if the other had the answer as to what their father would possibly be calling them for. When they both could only respond to the other with an equally confused shrug, they figured it would be best to heed Jack’s request as quickly as possible.

They padded to the kitchen, wary and clueless until the distinct and curious sounds of yapping called their attention.

Immediately, Jesse broke into an excited run at the sound, so eager to confirm his suspicions as to the noises’ origins that he nearly slipped and fell face first onto the hardwood floor had it not been for his clever little sister on his heels pulling him upright before he toppled over. Not a split second after he got his bearings back did the two of them break back into a run, barrelling towards the kitchen in their curious glee.

The sight of their fathers standing behind a waist-high gate in the kitchen doorway that had never been there before greeted them, and the two children stood in awe and anticipation as to what that could only mean.

“Merry Christmas, Jesse!” Jack and Gabriel called out, stepping aside with flourish and waving hands to reveal a very large box with a bow stuck to the side.

As if on cue, a furry head poked up from inside the box, letting out a happy yelp as if greeting the sight of the two children. Though the dog seemed to be missing an eye, that didn’t put any sort of damper onto the children’s spirits.

“A pupper!” “A dog!” Sombra and Jesse both cried out in unison, bouncing in place with excitement. Jesse clambored to unlatch the gate, hands shaking in excitement at the prospect of meeting his present face-to-face. He’d always wanted a dog, but had never even thought to ask for one - let alone even put it on his Christmas wish list. After several moments of fumbling, Gabriel moved to assist, only for the both of them to be brushed aside as Sombra competently opened the gate and all but forced her brother into the kitchen before her.

Just as the gate clicked shut behind them, Jack tugged on the ribbon and undid a hidden latch on the side of the large box, letting the front flop forward down onto the floor and freeing the golden retriever — which seemed much larger now that Jesse was up close — of its confines. Without any hesitation at all, the dog rushed forward, just as eager to meet the children as they were to meet her, and all but knocked Jesse to the floor as she bounced up to lick his face.

“Oh my goodness!” Jesse exclaimed happily, laughing as the dog covered him with wet, sloppy licks, barking happily all the while. His hands rubbed at her all over, petting and stroking the soft fur with just as much affection, if not even more so. “Thank you! Thank you! I love it! Thank you!” he cried to his fathers, tears of happiness forming at the corners of his eyes. How could they have possibly known?

“Sombra overheard you talking to Genji about your dog-walking one day,” Gabriel spoke up, as if to answer Jesse’s unasked question, “And made a case for us to get you a dog for Christmas.”

“We were thinking of getting you one anyway,” Jack chimed in, “I mean, what dog-loving 12-year-old boy doesn’t deserve a dog of his own?”

“So,” Gabriel gestured to the furry bundle of joy still piling Jesse with affection, “Merry Christmas, Jesse.”

“You’re welcome,” Sombra said smugly, taking a sugar cookie from the pile on the kitchen island.

“Thank you all so much,” Jesse replied, nearly in tears at how grateful he was, “I love it! Thank you!”

“Her,” Gabriel corrected, “We got her from the pound and kept her at Ana’s for the last week or so-”

“We still need to thank her for that,” Jack interrupted.

“Isn’t that what the limited edition tea set we got her is for?”

“No, that’s just her normal Christmas present, babe.”

“Anyway,” Gabriel shook his head at Jack, pulling the conversation back to the original topic, “They said her name’s Peppermint, but I don’t think she’ll mind if you give her a different name, do you?”

“What do you want to name her, Jesse?” Jack asked.

“Don’t pick something stupid,” Sombra scolded, stuffing the rest of the cookie into her mouth and reaching for another.

Jesse paused for a second in thought, hands resting idly on the dog’s neck. As if to give him the chance to think, the dog pulled back sat down, panting happily as she waited for Jesse’s hands to resume.

After a bit of thinking, Jesse looked to the dog, and confidently announced, “I’m gonna call you Deadeye.”

[yvonneyusa]

July’17 Photo Summary

Probably the first time that I’m posting a photo summary before the month ended! I’m going on holiday (some-what) for the next two weeks and so I don’t know when I’ll have the time to blog and post, so here we go!

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// 12th // Kaili’s 23rd //

So, the only july baby in our friendship group just turned 23rd some time back. Instead of the usual whole-clique-get-together dinner, she decided to have individual dinner with one another (how very extra) and so we opted for korean cuisine near our place. It was a very short catch up sess but it was good enough to fill each other what we are up to and how’s life been going. We really could do more of these in the future, and the tab is on you next time alright. Thanks! 

Happy birthday! Hope you liked the album I made

Korean food always the solution to everything

^ Took countless photos and barely any that we both looked good, but these shall do.

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// 15th // Raya @ Hadz’s //

Finally have the chance to wear my baju kurung that I gotten a while back!! I’ve missed Hari Raya last year, not gonna miss it again this year. Not that I got invited to many houses, but I simply love visiting my friends and of course, the food!!! First house was Hadz’s, such a shame that Sam couldn’t make it, but nonetheless I had a great time catching up with Hadz, who just started her new job and of course I’ve zillions to update her about my work and other stuff so yeah.

^ please allow some selfie because its rare that my hair is nice and that my make up is good

Probably one of the rare few among my friends that can take good pictures of me :p gomawo!! Anyway do you guys like my baju kurung?

Thank you for the host! And for the FOOD!! Whoop whoop! And of course thanks for listening and y’know – just being there

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// 16th // Raya @ Dib’s //

Well, pardon the same clothes, cause you know, I really only have one set of Malay costume but hey I look good in it so that works, right?! Spice things up a little and tied my hair, forgo the dangling earrings and went for necklace instead. Which look do you guys prefer? Long hair is defo hard given how hot it is here and how easily I perspire. I guess its two very different “feel”? Sometimes I’ve the urge to cut my hair short, but then I remember how much I enjoy styling my hair. Ah decisions in life!

Went to Dib’s house this time round, and she also invited a few others from the same high school. And we’ve got an amazing meal cooked by her mum, and some other snacks (which is always yummy!) And great to catch up with some others that we don’t see very often. Of course, a good laugh with Dib as per usual haha!

^ Couldn’t get good lightings in the house so we went downstair to get some natural lights and it worked!! Also, love how our colours were quite different from each other so we all stood out!

Pinxuan was really well dressed and she really do pull off as a Japanese I am not even just saying! Jacky boy came (a rare guest if I may say so), quite a shame I haven’t really got the chance to catch up with him much.

My pretty girlies!

My first Malay friend during high school, and we just get along so duber well and we always have so much fun and laugher when we are together. Thing is, I don’t even know what’s so funny but we just laugh a lot when we hang out, and I LOVE it! Don’t ever change you!

^ My bestest girl

ps; probably going to wear this baju kurung for the next 5 years just to make my money worthwhile lols!

[junker-town]

The Yankees and Red Sox played a wild one in London

The Yankees and Red Sox went (west) HAM in London

Major League Baseball played its first ever regular season game in Europe on Saturday, with the New York Yankees and Boston Red Sox starting a two-game series in London. The first game was a wild 17-13 win for New York, so let’s take a look at the best moments and notes from baseball’s latest international delight.

An important meeting

The Yankees and Red Sox fled the United States for this two-game set, but still couldn’t avoid another American League counterpart, facing the royals before the game. Prince Harry and Megan Markle met with both teams before taking part in the ceremonial first pitch ceremony.

Mookie, Markle. Markle, Mookie.

Photo: MLB Twitter

What a start!

The game looked like a laugher early when the Yankees jumped all over Rick Porcello for six runs in the top of the first inning, but things got even wackier in the bottom of the frame when Boston scored six runs of their own. Neither Porcello nor Masahiro Tanaka made it out of the first inning, with two dreadful starts:

Porcello: one out recorded, 5 hits, 6 runs, 1 walk

Tanaka: two outs recorded, 4 hits, 6 runs, 2 walks

Tanaka was able to last through eight batters, while Porcello faced only seven. The dual duds were historic.

This is 3rd game in MLB history in which both starters allowed 6+ ER and didnt get out of 1st inning. The other two: Blue Jays-A's June 23, 1989 and Red Sox-Browns Aug 4, 1948.

— Katie Sharp (@ktsharp) June 29, 2019

The parrot travels well

Edwin Encarnacion started at designated hitter for the Yankees, and he contributed to the offensive bacchanal with an RBI double in the first inning. But what was notable is that Encarnacion began the 2019 season with the Seattle Mariners, who opened things up with two regular season games in Tokyo. So he played this season in Asia, North America, and Europe, a true continental star.

I mostly shared this factoid so I could share with you all Mariners infield coach Perry Hill’s Twitter account.

Is Edwin Encarnacion first player in @MLB history to play a game on 3 different continents in the same season? #2019 #NorthAmerica #Asia #Europe If so, first reported here first@PHill_bone

— perry hill (@PHill_bone) June 29, 2019

Scorching hot

Yankees infielder DJ LeMahieu was named the starting second baseman for the American League All-Star team on Thursday, then two days later tormented his All-Star manager Alex Cora with four hits and five RBI.

LeMahieu is hitting .342/.390/.528, a 143 wRC+ for the Yankees while starting games at second, third and first. He started at third base on Saturday and later switched to first. LeMahieu has a 13-game hitting streak and during June is hitting .389/.431/.648 with 24 runs scored and 27 RBI in 24 games. He’s looking like the steal of the offseason at just two years and $24 million.

Meanwhile, the Rockies let the solid defender and reliable producer walk over the winter, instead handing their own $24 million guarantee over two years (plus an option year) to Daniel Murphy, who it hitting just .281/.324/.452, an 85 wRC+, and made two errors at first base on Friday night. Oops.

The numbers

All nine Yankees starters scored at least once, but as a testament to the offense-friendly times in which we live, that wasn’t even the first time New York has pulled this trick this month, also doing so on June 11 against the Mets.

LeMahieu wasn’t the only Yankee with four hits. Luke Voit was 4-for-4 with three doubles, but he left the game in the fifth inning with a leg injury. His replacement, Gio Urshela, doubled once in his two at-bats, making the cleanup spot quite productive for New York.

Jackie Bradley had a four-hit game for the Red Sox, including his ninth home run of the season.

The two teams combined for 30 runs, 37 hits, 10 doubles, six home runs, and 12 walks.

Sixteen pitchers were used in this game, eight by each team.

The stats were so outlandish in this game that the folks at Fox were all mixed up. They posted this graphic with one out in the bottom of the eighth, with the Yankees leading 17-13.

Thirty earned runs in 15⅓ innings pitched is 17.61, in case you were wondering.

Seems rare

Grand slams are pretty awesome, the greatest thing one can do in a single at-bat in a baseball game. Three-run home runs are cool too, almost as good, and as a general rule hitting a three-run homer tends to mean good things for the team hitting them. Michael Chavis hit two of them for the Red Sox, and they still lost. What gives?

But believe it or not, this also happened earlier this season! On May 3 in Cincinnati, Derek Dietrich popped a pair of three-run shots but saw his Reds lose 12-11 to the Giants. So Chavis has company.

Perfect matchup

In a game they once trailed by 11 runs, the Red Sox got the tying run to the plate in the eighth inning, down four runs but with the bases loaded. Marco Hernandez grounded out though to end the inning. The pitcher that got the Yankees out of their biggest jam of the game in Great Britain? Zach Britton.

Time is on their side

It’s a good thing Boston and New York were both off Thursday and Friday, and will again be off Monday for travel. Because Saturday’s game lasted four hours, 42 minutes, in a game that lasted only nine innings. It was the third-longest nine-inning game in MLB history, behind only two other Red Sox-Yankees games, in 2006 and 2007.