Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Firsts

The faint sound of humming echoed off the walls of the small apartment. The small two bedroom living space was big enough for the two best friends, the living area itself could seat the group easily. While Rapunzel did want to live with her sorority sisters, she knew Merida was not on board with visiting her longest friend with a bunch of giggling ‘cahttie bietchs’. So instead she got an apartment just off campus with her. They made great roommates actually. While Rapunzel took care of the cooking and decorating, Merida cleaned and took care of tracking finances. It worked for them and while she didn’t bring her ‘sisters’ around often, Merida was always welcome to invite her boyfriend Hiccup over whenever she liked. The blonde smiled to herself, blowing a piece of golden locks from her eyes as she set to mixing the flour and eggs. 

Don’t get her wrong, the same privilege was extended to herself as well. Hiccup and Jack got along great, both always dropping by with beer and a new video game to play. As for Merida, well, she acted like she didn’t like Jack, but they all knew she did. She just wasn’t one to opening accept most people, save Rapunzel.

Her humming turned into a soft singing, filling the silence around her with a tune. She wasn’t often home alone, but Merida was going out to a concert with Hiccup and Jack was working. Not that she’d invite jack to come bake with her. She chuckled to herself at the thought. That boy found a way to burn everything. He could barely microwave something without it exploding or coming out cold in the middle. Plus he would just be messing with her anyway. He was not a patient man and his fun loving ways, while endearing, were very counterproductive. A small ‘ding’ let her know that her cake was done.  She let out a squeal of delight, placing the large bowl on the counter among her tubes of frosting and toppings.

The thick smell of the strawberry crème cake filled the air, covering the house in the heady scent of decadence. She placed on her oven mitts, the pink matching her pink and white apron with her name stitched on the front. She carefully placed it on the counter, using the back of her foot to close the oven once more.

“Oh good god, what is that smell?”

The blonde jumped the sound of another voice, the masculine timber stretched his words into a groan as he stepped into the kitchen. She turned, placing a gloved hand over her rapidly beating heart. She hated when he did that. She knew she gave him a key but it would help to knock sometimes, or call. She looked him over as he walked toward her, his white locks in disarray as was his white button up shirt. His dark blue tie hung loosely around his neck, accenting his ice blue irises. He carelessly tossed his keys onto the counter, knocking them against the potted plant and stalking toward her, his eyes set on one thing.

“Jack, this is not for you.”

That predatory look in his eyes vanished and was replaced with a sad dejected look of an over grown child. She took off her oven mitts, blocking his access to her master piece with her body. He was taller than her, as well as stronger, but she certainly was not going to just let him indulge his sweet tooth on her sorority’s cake.

“But Punzie…” he whined, wrapping his arms around her middle, his chin resting on her shoulder, “You’re supposed to love me.”

She giggled and tried to wave him away, “I do love you, but the cake is for club rush day. I’ll make you a cake some other time.” She tried to move herself away from the steel band he called arms, but they wouldn’t budge. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the pale skin underneath as well as various dark black tattoos.

Jack wasn’t exactly what she pictured when she thought of her first boyfriend. She had lived a rather sheltered life with her adoptive mother. Her mother had not been able to have children of her own so she had adopted Rapunzel when she was just four months. Her life was mostly home schooled, filled with smiles and laughter, but she was not allowed to go out and do much like other kids. Sleep overs were out of the question. Play dates were observed by her mother. Birthday parties only with chaperones and boys? Not in her dreams. When she turned eighteen, she wanted out. Her long time neighbor and friend Merida was feeling the same way. Together they applied for the same college and planned a life outside of their families.