#heroaverage

Jackie is such an adorkable lad in this! XD

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Chase was going through the motions of the morning, telling himself that today was just a normal day, nothing special about it. He was going to make his coffee like he always did, throw a bagel into the toaster, and scroll through notifications while he ate. Nothing about today was different than the average. 

This strategy actually did work for a chunk of the day. It got him through breakfast and the start of some work. He was a bit more productive than usual since most of the others were out and about, so he wasn’t interrupted, and he even caught up on some months-old paperwork. Chase hated paperwork, never understanding Dark’s insistence on it when they all had phones and computers, but at the same time understood Dark’s need for some things to be old-fashioned. There was an odd satisfaction to writing everything down with pen and pencil. 

[bounces with joy]

schneeplebro:

solid A. it'd be an A+ if it was one of my bigger ships, but GOD i love old men being gay. friends with benefits, dating, married, some other fourth thing, doesn't matter they're amazing together.

especially love when they're portrayed as one of those grumpy old married couples where they still massively love each other

heroaverage (i think-??? it's what i've seen puppet use so... [intense shrugging])

A+ i am squishing them together and making them the best of friends who also love each other in every way possible and they kiss and play video games together

they're essentially my ideal relationship

darkstache

A+

old souls tortured by their past but making a future together where they can finally be happy?

[ warnings: none! Enjoy a little fluff as my recompense for disappearing.]

"Chase."

Something jostles him; grumbling to himself, Chase curls further into himself. The bed really is very soft, and he's exhausted after rushing to plant the cabbages before the season turns, and the sun is nice and warm against his back...

"Chase."

A hand shakes him gently, but insistently; blindly, he bats at the hand in protest.

" 's early."

"It's nearly noon," Jackie says from somewhere to his side, and even half-asleep, Chase can hear the amusement. "If you stay in bed much longer, you won't be able to water the cabbages."

The fucking cabbages.

"Can't Jamie do me a favor, just this once," he grumbles into Jackie's shoulder; Jackie's resultant laugh shakes them both, rolling like a gentle peal of thunder.

Why couldn't it rain today?

"He helped you plant them yesterday," Jackie scolds, softly; Chase grimaces, but doesn't argue the point. Jamie'd gone above and beyond, waiting for Chase to sprint, covered in mud and out of breath, into his store; he'd even saved seeds for him, knowing that he'd been about to plant his batch for the summer. And he'd accompanied him back, to help him get them planted before sunset.

Chase swears again under his breath, and then sighs, rolling to his side and cracking open an eye.

"There you are." Jackie smiles back at him, softly, and presses a kiss to his forehead; the gentleness buzzes under Chase's skin, and he bites back a gleeful little hum. This thing between them is- new. Fragile. Chase doesn't want to shatter it.

He looks well rested, for once, too; the dark circles under his eyes are starting to fade, and Chase can't help but preen at the thought of being responsible for letting him relax as he never does. Instead, he turns to kiss Jackie's shoulder, before stretching out beside him.

"How are you so comfortable?"

"Henrik says it's the muscle," Jackie says, all mischievous glee, and Chase considers that; it's a compelling image, Henrik and Jackie twined together, and he's a bit of a poet- fire and ice, summer's warmth and winter's inevitability. For his own sanity, he has to not go down that road.

"That makes sense," he says, instead of something insane like I wonder if it's just as comfortable sandwiched between you two, I wonder if it's quieter. "I'm not entirely convinced, though. Might have to confirm that with more data. Another half hour or so."

Jackie laughs, but he also curls an arm around Chase's waist, pulling him close. "Only half an hour. Then we really have to get up."

tagging specially @dapperstein, hope you like grey <3

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Jackie never really liked the color orange. He was more of a red.

((op i don’t h a v e a favorite ship my favorite is a giant fuckin poly ship but....... but i need a liddol heroaverage bc dudecell has apparently invaded non-masks parts of my brain))

they’re by no means a quiet household. they love loudly, and live just as loudly.

 which is why Chase forces his eyes open at nine in the morning as Henrik startles at something- Marvin, probably- drops what is presumably a mug, and swears. 

he squints at the wall, which is not his bedroom’s wall. he’s facing a corkboard, with police reports, and a desk with more paperwork than most of them usually see in a month. 

and then Jackie murmurs something from behind him, sleepily readjusting his arms around Chase, and he remembers staying up late, watching the windows, waiting for Jackie to return from his last patrol. smiling softly, Chase readjusts to face Jackie. reaching out a hand, he idly traces the dips and curves of the other’s jaw; Jackie hums contentedly, and nuzzles closer to him, sleep weighing heavy on his tongue. 

the sun peeks through the curtains, dancing across their pillows, and a protest slips through Jackie’s lips as he shields his eyes with Chase’s arm. “ ‘s too fuckin’ early for the sun to be so bright,” he grumbles, and Chase only laughs. 

“it’s nine, jaybird.” 

“feels like four.”

-Trickshot

-Hero average.