#The Bobby Lees Move

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Joe Chambers: A Masterful Journey Through Jazz

Introduction: Joe Chambers, born eighty-two years ago today on June 25, 1942, in Stoneacre, Virginia, stands as a pivotal figure in the jazz world, not only for his virtuosity as a drummer but also for his remarkable talents as a pianist, vibraphonist, and composer. Over a career spanning more than six decades, Chambers has contributed significantly to the evolution of jazz, working with some of…

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scene prompt game - 41: sitting close and knees touching + 😈🍻🎇

for @eddiesgaymustache <3

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“Whoa,” Buck said. “Someone’s late.”

He tilted his head back to take in the burst of light as the firework exploded overhead. Midnight had come and gone a while ago. The bar wasn’t empty yet, but it had been clearing out slowly, since the countdown and the cheering and the champagne an hour and change ago.

Hen and Karen left minutes after midnight, barely giving Buck enough time to kiss them both on the cheek. Bobby and Athena didn’t even wait for midnight; Athena announced they were celebrating on central time, kissed her husband, and said good-bye. Chimney and Maddie lasted slightly longer, but only because Buck kept trying to buy Maddie drinks and whining when she tried to remind him she had a kid to pick up from the Lees’ in the morning.

Buck and Eddie hadn’t made a move to leave.

“The year’s still new, I guess,” Eddie said.

Buck looked at him. Another firework soared through the sky and Buck watched it burst in the reflection in Eddie’s eyes.

They were the first two to the bar. After their shift let out in the afternoon, Buck drove himself home, then to Eddie’s after a shower and changing into his outfit for tonight. Eddie wasn’t dressed when Buck showed up, so Buck followed him around the house, helping him tidy and making sure Chris was actually packing his backpack for his sleepover, Buck in his dress pants and silky green button-up shirt and Eddie in his socks and t-shirt.

Buck didn’t remember the last time they had a New Year’s Eve off. The bar was Maddie’s idea, a cute rooftop bar she and Chimney found for a date night. Buck and Eddie showed up early, Eddie grabbing them a couple beers and Buck laying claim to the big booth in the corner. Eddie slid in to sit next to him, tilting one of the beers at Buck.

As the rest of the 118 and partners arrived, Buck and Eddie found themselves scooting closer and closer together to squeeze everyone in. By the time the countdown started, they were pressed together, shoulder to hip to thigh. Eddie bumped Buck’s knee with his when Buck made him laugh.

It was a fun, loud night. It was too hard for Buck or Eddie to get out of the booth once they were in it, so everyone kept bringing them drinks, more beer and complicated cocktails with fruit and umbrellas sticking out of them that Chimney insisted they try. They were a pair: Buck and Eddie, stuck together shoulder to toe, served the same drinks and answering questions for each other, Buck explaining the fight with Eddie’s neighbors about the recycling bins and Eddie answering when Karen asked why Buck texted her asking what the deal was with some article about the Webb telescope (Chris was looking for a science project).

And when everyone started to filter out, Buck and Eddie didn’t make a move to separate from each other.

Eddie knocked his knee into Buck’s. It wasn’t a particularly cool night, but Buck leaned into the warm line of Eddie’s body against his anyway.

Buck bumped his knee back. “Are you tired?”

“Nah,” Eddie said. “Not really.”

“Me neither,” Buck said.

It was a late night, but they had a lot of late nights together. Sitting in the loft at the station and waiting for something, anything to happen. Driving to a night call, when it was late enough for the traffic to finally take a break for the day. Sitting on Eddie’s couch, credits rolling across the screen, playing chicken with who would admit they needed to go to sleep first.

“I can’t believe they all went home,” Eddie said. He nodded at the empty chairs around the table without taking his eyes off Buck.

“They’re all old,” Buck said. He pressed his knee into Eddie’s again. “Not like us, right?”

Eddie laughed, low and quiet in his throat. “Not like us,” he repeated.

His smile was small, a private thing between them. His eyes were lit up with something bright and amused. Buck couldn’t stop looking at them.

The only funny moment of the evening was when the New Year’s countdown finished and the (replay) of the ball dropping played on the bar TVs and the fireworks started exploding over the heads. It was only then that Buck remembered, with sudden, startling clarity, that he and Eddie were the only single ones at this little party. Everyone yelled zero and screamed and cheered and the couples at the table all turned to kiss each other—all except Buck and Eddie.

It was fine. It was minute, not even, and then Buck was smacking a kiss on Hen’s cheek and trying to get Chimney lean close enough for him to kiss him on the forehead. It was nothing, except, for a second, everyone was kissing and Buck and Eddie were looking at each other. For a second, it was just the two of them.

Kind of like now.

“It freaks me out sometimes,” Buck said quietly. “New Year’s. I get this feeling like, I don’t know. Like I’m waiting for something.”

“Waiting for wait?”

Buck shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Eddie was so warm against him. They were both in short sleeves. Their elbows were touching, bare skin on bare skin.

“The future?” Eddie offered.

“I guess,” Buck said. “Sometimes it’s like, I know it’s all right around the corner. But I don’t know what it is, or where the corner is, or how I’m going to get there.”

Eddie hums. “I get that,” he said. “Sometimes—sometimes, there’s things I want, but they feel so far away. I want them, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to get to them.”

“Things like what?” Buck said.

“Lots of things,” Eddie said quietly.

"Name one," Buck insisted.

Buck looked at him. Eddie looked back. Somewhere out in the bar, someone was calling for their friend over the music. Buck didn’t hear it at all.

"Buck," Eddie said quietly.

"Eddie," Buck parroted.

Eddie pressed his knee into Buck’s. He had a look in his eyes that Buck couldn’t read at all—unless he just meant what it looked like. Unless he just meant, this.

“What kind of things, Eddie?” Buck asked.

Overhead, a firework burst into sparkling blues and golds. Buck felt the boom in his chest. Eddie’s eyes flicked up to the sky, then back to Buck’s.

“Happy New Year, Buck,” he said, and leaned in.

Eddie kissed him. Under the dark sky of the new year, at an empty table an hour and change after midnight—Eddie set one hand on the back of Buck’s neck, gentle. 

Buck kissed him back. He got lost in it in a second, in all the places Eddie was touching him, the press of his fingertips on Buck’s neck and his mouth on Buck’s mouth and their knees, knocking close under the table. He’d chosen Eddie’s cologne for him tonight, a task Eddie set to keep him busy while he second-guessed his outfit, picking through the options on the top of his dresser until he found one he liked. Buck could smell it now.

Buck blinked his eyes open when they separated. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the bar had closed around them, or the sun had come up. They could have been kissing for an hour, two hours, a day. Instead, he just saw Eddie, looking back at him with something bright in his eyes.

Eddie took a slow breath in. Quietly, he asked, "Am I too late?"

“No,” Buck said. He didn’t know when this started—a week ago, six months, seven years, longer. He couldn’t remember when he’d started hoping for this, and he couldn’t imagine ever stopping wanting it. “Never.”

[andavs]

One last unhinged theory before the finale kicks off, inspired by @captain-hen’s genius anon: witness protection

Councilwoman Olivia Ortiz is back for reasons, maybe she’s running for mayor or something

She’s buried the details around her son’s death while running a tough on crime platform or maybe getting drugs out of the city, but she’s actually corrupt and has some shady criminal connections

There’s a warehouse fire that’s related to something she’s connected to, 118 responds and they find evidence that wasn’t fully destroyed—not about Ortiz specifically, but something shady happening there

A Bad Guy sees the names Wilson, Han, and Diaz on their turnouts as they're talking to the cops and handing over the evidence they found—maybe Buck and Bobby were in a different section of the building at the time

Ortiz realizes that’s also the team that responded to her son’s accident and they can bring down her entire career if they figure out she’s involved

Her shady connections realize that if she goes down, their pull with the local government also goes down, so they take matters into their own hands to protect their interests

The shady contacts organize a way to take out Hen, Chimney, and Eddie, but Ortiz goes to Athena to warn them because she doesn’t want three innocent people to die

To keep the bad guys from continuing to pursue them or going after anyone else, they fake that the murder plot worked and announce that Hen, Chimney, and Eddie all died in the line of duty

They get one last goodbye at the station before they get hustled into nondescript vans and taken into protection while Athena builds a case with Ortiz to bring down her criminal connections

Their families know they’re actually alive but have to keep up the facade of grieving, and also they’re apart and can’t communicate with each other, except maybe sending rare messages/photos through Athena that they don’t get to keep. 

It’s a storyline that gives everyone something to do:

Hen, Chimney, and Eddie are suddenly isolated somewhere new and living under new names

Chimney finally married the love of his life and now they can’t even be together until the case is finished, and now he’s the one watching Jee grow up from afar

Maddie’s completely on her own with Jee for the first time since her PPD, but now she’s totally got this mom thing down—she just has to juggle that with work so maybe we get more of the Lees!

Hen and Karen have Mara who’s only just getting comfortable with them, only for Hen to be taken away and for Karen to suddenly have to handle all of it by herself

Who is Hen when she’s not a firefighter, paramedic, or mother? 

Eddie’s finally over Shannon and ready to move forward and then he’s yanked out of his life and completely isolated, probably working as a mechanic or something

Buck has to move into Eddie’s house with Chris and actually take on the role of full time parent, even though they both know Eddie will be back in a few months

(Maybe Buck and Eddie had a Moment but all of this happened before they got to talk about it and now they can’t talk about but they both know something shifted but will it still be shifted when all of this is finally over?)

Athena’s working on a seriously high profile case and all the dangers that come with it

Bobby’s holding the remains of his team together while knowing it’s temporary, and also probably still recovering from whatever the fuck is about to happen to him, if not physically then mentally

[bagelsunshinecoffee]

Do you ever think about how much Chim relied on the 118. When he’s struggling with memories of his rebar accident in season 2 Bobby says “you’re right here, and so is everyone who loves you.” And like…I don’t think he realizes that but that’s almost true. There was nobody at the hospital for Chim who wasn’t from the 118. His mom is dead, he’s estranged from his father, he barely knows Albert at that point. He hasn’t talked to the Lees in a long time and Kevin is gone. Tatiana didn’t exactly love him and she left. Chim deflects through humor and avoids being vulnerable to the extent that he pretends he doesn’t remember what happened the night with the rebar so he doesn’t have to talk about it. He doesn’t ask for help. His relationship with Bobby is so important because Bobby sees through that bullshit just like Chim saw through Bobby’s bullshit in season one and helped him move away from his plans of suicide. (Their relationship is so underrated by the way). As the show goes on Chim gains more people but at the start? He ONLY has the 118. And he isn’t totally vulnerable even with them. He must be so lonely.

[moss-the-irishman]

Riordanverse race/nationality headcanons (Main characters and background characters alike)

This may be a very long post, and I’m throwing in little tidbits about appearances, so with no regard to any particular order, strap in:

(Seriously, this is a huge post)

Edit: Changed Luke from just Korean American to mixed Argentinian/Korean American, inspired by @tagthescullion

The Seven (Including Nico and Reyna):

Percy Jackson: Biracial White/Latino, Cuban American (Sally was born in Havana, she had Percy shortly after moving to the US)

Annabeth Chase: Biracial Black/White, Irish/African American (with Swedish, Ghanaian and Polish descent)

Jason (And Thalia, by extension) Grace: White German American (Beryl moved from Germany to the US)

Piper McLean: Native American, Cherokee

Leo Valdez: Latino, Mexican, Born in Texas

Hazel Levesque: Black, African American, New Orleans (1940's French Creole)

Frank Zhang: Chinese Canadian, Vancouver

Nico Di Angelo: White, Italian with Russian descent, 1920’s Venice

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano: Latina, Puerto Rican

Camp Half Blood:

Will Solace: Biracial White/Bangladeshi American, Texas

Luke Castellan: Mixed Argentinian/Korean American (Born in the US, May (or Mi-Hee) grew up in a Argentine Korean community in Buenos Aires before she moved to the US and met Hermes)

Malcolm Pace: White with albinism, Scottish, Glasgow

Travis and Connor Stoll: Mixed Scottish and Laotian, Edinburgh (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)(I think in the TV show, they cast two Asian boys as the Stolls, so I've made them Asian)

Alice Miyazawa: Japanese American, Los Angeles

Julia Feingold: White Luxembourger, Luxembourg City

Cecil Markowitz: White Austrian/Northern Irish (Born in Graz, grew up in Belfast since he was two, has dual citizenship)

Katie Gardener: White Scottish, Aberfoyle

Castor and Pollux Vintner: Black, Irish (Pollux is Albino, Castor wasn’t), Donegal

Michael Yew: Mixed Irish and Chinese, Limerick (Granny moved from China)

Lee Fletcher: White Irish, Donegal

Clarisse La Rue: Mixed French/Pakistani American, Arizona (Mother moved from France)

Chris Rodriguez: Afro-Latino, Nicaraguan (Moved to the states when he was seven, lived in the same neighbourhood as Clarisse)

Silena Beauregard: Blasian, African American and Filipino, Mississippi (French descent)

Charles Beckendorf: Black, African American

Jake Mason: White American, Wyoming

Harley Smythe-Davidson: Biracial White/Aboriginal Australian (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)

Nyssa Barrera: Latina, Panamanian, Panama City

Shane O’Doherty: White Irish, Laois

Christopher Chalkevas: White Greek/English (Born in Larissa, moved with his mother to Hackney, London at age five, has dual citizenship)

Clovis Karlsen: Wasian, Welsh (Welsh/Norwegian grandad, Indonesian granny, Source: @ashthenerdtheythem)

Chiara Benvenuti: White Italian, Florence

Alabaster C. Torrington: British Indian, English, Westminster

Lou Ellen Blackstone: Black with vitiligo, British Ghanaian, Birmingham

Drew Tanaka: Japanese American, New York City

Valentina Diaz: Latina, Colombia

Mitchell Singh-Donovan: Mixed Indian and Irish, Cork

Lacy Alfsen: White Danish, Copenhagen

Ethan Nakamura: Japanese, Tokyo

Damien White: White Irish, Northside Dublin

Miranda Gardiner: Vietnamese American, Massachusetts (Distant Irish ancestry)

Billie Ng: Wasian, Irish/Thai Canadian, Toronto (She grew up in Longford till she was seven, then she and her mortal dad moved to Canada)

Sherman Yang: Chinese American, Alaska

Marcus (Mark) Dooley-Wallace: White Irish American, Georgia

Ellis Wakefield: Black, Algerian

Holly and Laurel Victor: Sri Lankan American, Seattle

Meg McCaffery: Wasian, Irish/Vietnamese American

Camp Jupiter:

Dakota Cheshire: Black, Bermudian

Gwendolyn Nunez: Hispanic, Spanish American

Bobby Herrera: Latin American, New Mexico

Lavinia Asimov: White Russian, born in San Francisco

Larry Schumacher: White American, North Carolina

Leila Grunfeld: White American, Colorado

This has been a very exhausting post to make lmao. I gave some of the characters who don’t have canonical surnames my own Hcs for their surnames. Also, I am yet to read through trials of Apollo, so maybe I’ll come later back to add more Roman names to the list.

Tagging my moots that I like to see their opinions for this (as well as the ones I tagged within the list as well):

@aki-bara @ravingcoffeeaddict @ebony-reine-vibes @squiggle3worm @sleep-needer

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 31: Cabin Fic

Crystal Clear | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,981 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Modern AU, Anniversary, Blowjobs, lakeside cabin vacation, Dean's not a fan of lake water Summary: Dean and Cas are at the lakeside cabin for a long weekend. It's their 15th anniversary and Cas finds a cunning way to get him to swim in the lake.

Touching Perfection | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,439 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Smut, Friends to Lovers Vacation, Feel-good, human!Cas Summary: Dean is finally ready to make a move on Cas. So he takes him on a vacation.

Cabin In The Woods | @anyreiart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,894 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Bottom Castiel, Top Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Somnophilia, BDSM Undertones Summary: Dean takes Cas on a vacation. Confessions happen.

Cabin Fever | @eyesofatragedy67 & @punk-is-notdead Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,519 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Enemies to Lovers, There Was Only One Bed, Miscommunication is the Real Villain, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Humor, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Time Having Sex, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Spit As Lube, Dirty Talk, Castiel Loves Bees, Dean Loves Dr. Sexy Summary: Following a booking mixup for a remote hideaway, two strangers agree to share. Nothing quite goes according to plan, and it looks like a misunderstanding will kill any chance of a friendship, but does "fate" have other plans?

The Impetuous Engagement | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 27,207 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern Setting AU, Snowed In, Sharing a Bed, Engaged Castiel, No Cheating Summary: It’s early December and Castiel Novak, quite unlike him, is on a plane to Fairbanks, Alaska, at the other end of his world, after the man he met online, Michael Milton, proposed to him. Michael is sensitive, gallant, and romantic, and after months of daily, intense correspondence, Castiel believes he’s the only one who he ever truly connected with. On his way there, however, due to a series of bad luck and Mother Nature, Castiel somehow finds himself stuck in a small village, in the middle of nowhere, cut off from the rest of the world and with no way of reaching Michael. Indefinitely. To make matters worse, Dean Winchester, Castiel’s fellow passenger—who asks way too many invasive questions, doesn’t have an ounce of subtlety, and isn’t as charming as he thinks he is—seems to be the only option for Castiel to find shelter in the meantime. And Dean, being acquainted with the fiancé in question, and aware that he is not to be trusted, is very eager to help Castiel with housing, and perhaps something more as well…

The Places We Hide | @therighteousmanlovesanangel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 39,827 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Crowley, Lee Webb/Dean Winchester, Past Character Death, Gunshot Wounds, Show level violence, Divorce, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Human Castiel, (Supernatural)hunting au, Hermit Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Imagine there's no Heaven(ly influence), John died in this AU instead of Mary, Wendigo, Undine OFC, Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean/Cas Big Bang 2022 (Supernatural) Summary: Castiel is going through it. He’s been dumped by his husband and demoted at work. A walk in the woods to clear his head makes it all horrifically worse. Luckily, he is saved by a bearded stranger. Through his recovery Castiel searches for the man in the woods. When he finds Dean, an unlikely friendship grows. As Cas comes to terms with the way his life is changing, Dean opens up a whole new world to him.

A Midwinter's Dream | @li-izumi Rating: Mature Word Count: 53,245 Main Tags/Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Season/Series 09, Season/Series 10, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Dreams and Nightmares, Christmas, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Christmas is fast approaching, but Dean doesn’t feel like celebrating--he’s too busy hunting for that sort of thing. Though he promises to get Cas back in time for the epic Christmas party Sam’s been planning, Dean has no intention of staying himself. That may be another promise Dean can’t keep when the hunt goes wrong, trapping Dean and Cas far from civilization. Worse, Dean is plagued by unrelenting nightmares of his time with the Mark of Cain and is gripped by a lingering anger that he can’t seem to escape. Back at the Bunker, Sam and the others are working a little Christmas magic they hope will show Dean the light in the dark—and prove to him that the holiday spirit isn’t something he needs to hunt.

Alpha Seeking Omega | @samanddean76 Rating: Mature Word Count: 66,666 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel, Alpha Jimmy Novak, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Lucifer, Canon-Typical Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Past Abuse (but not really as the treatment is part of the societal structure), Past Malnourishment, Mystery To Be Solved, Mating, Knotting, True Mates, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Revenge, Or Justice, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Mpreg, Eventual Happy Ending, Cabin Fic Summary: Omega Dean has lived a harsh life prior to being selected to be a demonstration model at a party unveiling the latest product that Morningstar Enterprises is set to produce. Alphas Castiel and Jimmy Novak are guests of honor at the event, but when they lay eyes on the Omega that is clearly at the center of something that was not a part of the party, the twins leap into action. Unfortunately, they are separated. Now Jimmy must keep Dean safe until Castiel can be rescued. But the more that Jimmy learns about this very well-trained Omega, the more he questions what was really going on that night. The problem is will he be able to figure out the puzzle and still rescue his brother?

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Larghetto

Chapter Thirty

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Gibson child OMC, Lee, Sam, Pamela

Word Count: 3310

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, angsty af flashback, Dean does Uncle things, apologizes, and makes up his mind-ish, still unbeta'd

Shout out to @lastactiontricia for her help talking me through this one

Series Masterlist

The moment Dean's ass hit his seat on the Proud Mary the following afternoon, it all clicked into place. They were back on the road. The apology tour was in full swing. Okay, no one actually called it that, but it was essentially that. Something settled inside him with the realization, his ribcage was suddenly spacious from the lack of shrapnel. Dean took a deep breath to adjust for the extra room.

Huh.

The rest of the band found their usual books and Kevin waited patiently until everyone seemed settled before he plopped down on the aisle seat a row ahead of Dean. 

The last ones on the bus were Gibson and Bobby, who no doubt was running the kid around the venue to burn off some of that unquenchable energy only children possess. 

“Alright, Gibby go find your daddy! I've got a bus to steer,” Bobby sent him off simply, before turning to the rest of them. “Everybody ready?”

“Sound off,” Pamela bellowed to make sure everyone who had to be there was there.

“Gibson?”

The little dude giggled at being first. “Here!”

Bobby smiled as much as he ever did and turned to the other side of the bus.

“Kid?”

“Present!” Kevin replied.

“And Dean's here I made sure of that already,” Bobby muttered, not letting Dean off the hook for yesterday so soon. Dean tried not to look too put out by it; he deserved worse. Everyone else sniggered and oo’ed at the burn. 

Bobby’s attention slid further back, eyeing people as he said their names. “Sam?”

He didn’t say anything, but Dean was pretty sure he caught Sam raising his hand in his periphery.

“Pam’s got her ducks in a row, I see. Trouble, you good, darlin’?”

“All good, Bobby,” you said somewhere in the back.

Dean tuned out the rest of the roll call, knowing between both buses everyone would be accounted for, scratch that the three buses now with Jodi and Donna’s crew. Hearing your voice reminded Dean that he still owed you an apology for his disappearing act. And to say he was nervous about it was an understatement, because he didn’t think he could tell you what actually set him off, not outright.

It wasn’t your fault, or Victor’s for that matter. But there was no way it came out without sounding like he was placing the blame elsewhere. No, it would be better to keep it short and cut his losses. Less is more and all that.

By the time he made up his mind to get it over with, the bus lurched forward into traffic and Dean knew better than to go walking around until they were on the interstate. As big as the thing was, standing while it kept stopping and starting could make even the most seasoned traveler queasy. So he stayed put and put on his headphones to let the familiar sensations distract him as he waited.

Before he knew it, Dean had nodded off.

April 2017

The curtains of his hotel room were pulled open and Dean groaned against the assault of daylight against his hangover.

“Bus is leaving in a half-hour. Get in the shower or I’ll get Sam to make you,” you didn’t beat around the bush.

Dean didn’t open his eyes. He felt you moving around the room, tidying while he stretched, yet remained stubbornly in bed. He had never had a handler, except for major events like public album releases. Your dotting made him feel important. Like he was above you, higher up than just from being part of the band that employed you. His festering ego drank in the servitude. 

His knuckles popped as he flexed his fingers, broken skin stinging as it stretched wide. He did not want to move. He wanted to see how far his skin could split and still stitch itself back together.

“I don’t know how you managed to make a hotel room smell so bad in less than two days, but I do not envy the cleaning crew,” you muttered as you shoved his dirty clothes into his duffel. “Dean!”

“What?!”

“Get up!”

“Fuck off.” Dean rolled over and cradled a pillow under his aching head.

Suddenly he was dragged down the bed, the comforter pulling him with it until he rocked onto his side and all of the bedding slid off his naked body and onto the floor.

A strangled sound came out of your mouth, an angry cousin of a gasp. “What the—- where did all those bruises come from?”

“Yeah, cuz that’s what you’re looking at,” Dean snipped, hauling himself upright, unfazed by the horror on your face. After a few moments of not meeting your eye, he couldn’t take your gawking sympathy any longer. It all made his skin itch. “I’m up! That’s what you wanted, right? Now you can go.”

Immediately he saw you fold, tuck away all that natural concern, and put on your business face. “If you’re not downstairs in fifteen minutes, I’m sending Sam AND Bobby to get you. And if that doesn’t work? I’m sending Pamela.”

Dean rolled his eyes and dragged his ass to sit on the edge of the bed.

“How’d you even get in? Jesus!”

That was the wrong question to ask. You stomped past him and made a show of swinging a very broken hotel room door back and forth. “How do you think I got in?! How’d the lock break, Dean? Hmm? Was it the cops or just security crashing the little mosh-pit-orgy combo you had up here last night?”

It was him. He kicked in the door because he couldn’t find his key. The girls he had picked up from the afterparty were starting to whine. And he really just needed the night to be over, but his damn thoughts wouldn’t shut up. So, he figured if he got his dick wet enough his downstairs brain would override all of that.

He told you none of this.

But by the smell, the mess, and the used condoms, you had figured out enough.

Oh, and by his bare ass, that too.

Dean stood up and blocked you from getting further into the suite again.

“Get out of my fucking room you fucking groupie! I swear to god I’ll call security. Send Sam, hell, send Bobby! I fucking dare you! They won’t care what you say. You little narc. I know how to do my job, maybe you should remember what yours is and stop shoving your nose in everybody else’s business. Christ!”

Dean had never seen hurt like that flash in your eyes, but it only added to his twisted vindictiveness. The rotten truth that he didn’t deserve you looking after him paired with the insurmountable belief that he could do it all on his own anyway had him continuing to push you away.

“Why don’t you go find somebody who gives a damn, huh? Cuz none of us need your sorry ass around, Trouble. I mean it. You're just a charity case for the band. Even Cas.”

You inhaled through your nose. Dean watched you darkly, waiting for the waterworks. You didn’t give him the satisfaction.

You plastered on a company smile. “Now you’ve only got ten minutes, Mr. Winchester. It’s a good thing you’re already undressed for that shower, isn’t it?” 

Dean watched as you stormed down the hall and jabbed the call button for the elevator. Before you could look back to see if he was doing what he was told, Dean slammed the broken door closed, forgetting the jagged frame, and watched helplessly as it simply bounced back at him.

Thankfully, the bathroom door still worked.

Dean’s nap was short lived. Instead, he silently berated himself for saving your apology for last. Though to keep from putting it off, he told himself it would only get better once he actually got it over with. Call that progress. He stared at the seat back in front of him and willed himself to move.

The thing about going to therapy and putting in the work, Dean now knew why he did a lot of the things he did. But that didn’t make any of the accountability easier.

   Dean hauled himself up and waited a beat for his bus legs to come back to him. He grunted as he stretched and glanced around the bus. Kevin had his head down and his arms crossed over his chest, while his massive headphones kept Dean from knowing if he was sleeping or just lost in sound. Annie was dozing draped over two seats on the other side of the space that was far too wide to be considered an aisle.

Dean leaned over and flicked Sam’s topknot because he could. Which earned him the finger, but the easy annoyance supplied him with just enough ease to let a grin slip onto his face. He spotted Lee and Gibson at the kitchen table playing cards.

“Playing Kings on the Corner if you’re up for it?” Lee mentioned as he shuffled. 

“Pssh! Gibson, I would have thought you’d be running a Blackjack table by now. Let’s put some money down,” Dean teased as he approached. That was when he spotted you with your nose in a paperback, sharing a row with an eye masked Pamela. 

“Trouble! Why don’t you get in on this game, huh? I’m sure—.” Dean bent over to read the cover. “I’m sure Hoover, the writer, not the vacuum, wouldn’t mind if you took a breather. It’s for a good cause! That being Gibson’s college fund,” he trailed off.

Lee just smirked at him.

God, he felt so obvious.

“Does Gibson even want me to play?” you said knowingly.

“Sure does, don’cha, buddy?!” Lee swooped in and helped Dean save face.

Gibson knew when to lay it on thick. “Please?! It’s better with four people!” 

Dean’s chest thrummed with the look you gave his surrogate nephew, equally attentive, exasperated, and amused. 

“Is that so?” you asked, waiting to hear out a six-year-old’s reasons.

“Yeah, cuz it’s Kings on the Corner. And there’s four corners,” Gibson summarized beautifully, pointing to each spot someone could fit around the table.

Dean looked at you and shrugged. Who could argue with that logic? You held Dean’s gaze and smiled secretly, so as not to let Gibson think you were laughing at him. Which made Dean feel warm, and so very grateful that he could still share that kind of smile with you. 

You set your book down and Dean eased into the bench seat to make room for you. “And how is this helping Gibson’s college fund exactly?”

Dean ducked his head. “Well, not THIS game, but I was thinking, uh, maybe after a few rounds we put a little cash on the table. A little five card stud or blackjack maybe?”

Lee chuckled. “Gonna let him have the real tour bus experience?”

Gibson worked on shuffling the cards as the adults held their breaths over that clearly downplayed idea of what goes on on tour, especially on the bus in question. God, Dean was gonna crack at any moment, between the warning in Lee’s eyes and the mischief in yours.

You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat. “Need help?” you asked the now struggling child with hands too small for a proper bridge shuffle.

“Eh, he’s doing alright.” Dean exhaled, letting the adult humor fade out of the conversation naturally.

“Yeah, I got it,” Gibson agreed, tapping the edges to get the cards to line up smoothly.

You all made it through three hands of Kings on the Corner before switching to a very mild game of BlackJack. Dean took the pot of a cool fifty bucks from Lee just as Bobby pulled up to their next hotel. He helped Gibson clean up and put the deck of cards back in a basket the band kept underneath the bench seat along with a few other games and puzzle books.

Pamela, still groggy from her nap, called Gibson over to grab his backpack as everyone started gathering their things to check in. Dean ruffled his dark hair and thanked him for a good game as he passed by you both.

“That was fun— he’s such a trip,” you said fondly.

“Yeah, ‘s probably my favorite kid ever. Way less of a whiner than Sam ever was,” Dean agreed. 

“I should probably get my shit together,” you said, clearly not in a rush to move.

“Yeah— it’s not like the hotel is going anywhere.” Dean just needed to get this over with. “Hey, listen, about yesterday—.”

“Yeah what was that, mister?!” you tried to keep it light, but something in the tone of your voice told him it was a bigger deal than you were putting on.

“I’m sorry. I just—.” Dean wiped his hand down his mouth and thought about how he was going to explain himself. “I had to work through some negative energy. I should have told somebody where I was going and that I was okay— I just saw red and needed to move before I did something stupid.”

You listened, clearly worried, but didn’t press him for more than he wanted to give. “Is everything alright now? I mean, the show was great— nobody would have known.”

Dean thought back to the show the night before, so much came to mind, but also hundreds of shows before it filtered in to muddle the fresh memories. “I’m good. And next time I need to take a breather I’ll let somebody know so I don’t freak anybody out. I know better— that was all on me.”

“If you’re sure—”

Dean knocked your shoulder with his. “I’m sure. Thanks for lookin’ out. It means a lot.”

“Of course!” Your brow furled like he was an idiot to expect otherwise. 

Maybe he was.

He definitely didn’t want you asking more into it. He glanced around the bus, half the band had already cleared out, but Bobby was still helping Annie get her bags together before they’d head inside to confirm all of the reservations.

“I guess we better scoot before they lock up.” Dean stood hunched over, waiting for you to let him out of his spot.

“Yeah, god I hope I’m by the elevator this time. My legs feel like cement blocks today,” you confided, slowly getting up and letting Dean stand to his full height.

“You were rocking some serious heels last night—- your knee isn’t acting up is it?”

You glanced at him with a curious tilt to your head, walking back to tuck your book in your messenger bag. “You saw my boots? Why— Um, no, knee’s fine. Well, as good as it ever is.”

Dean burned as he realized he had admitted to checking out your legs, which really was the least of his recent sins, but still shouldn’t have slipped out. “Oh, okay— that’s good. I just know some docs in Vegas if you needed some pain relief or needed it looked at—- or anything.”

 You shrugged your bag onto your shoulder and grabbed your phone from the ledge by the window. “I’ll keep that in mind. Hopefully I won’t need it though.”

“Right.” Dean exhaled and stepped back to let you head to the bus doors.

Before Dean could even remember to grab his own stuff, a gruff voice broke through his brain fog. “Real smooth.”

He spun to see Sam smirking at him beneath his stupid hair and oversized headphones. “Shut up, bitch.”

“After you, jerk.”

The next afternoon, Dean had Gibson on his back as they made a mad dash for the bathroom in the Children’s Zoo area at the San Diego Zoo.

“Excuse us, emergency,” Dean said as he dodged through the crowd of strangers and more strollers than he could count. Didn’t these people have something better to do on a work day?!

“Uncle Dean?” Gibson sounded worried.

“Almost there, little man,” Dean reassured. He was the one who had stuffed the kid full of slushies and cotton candy, so he said he’d be the one to make sure he didn’t have any accidents or stains on his clothes.

He might live to regret that promise.

Finally they rounded a corner and Dean spotted the little peg people and an arrow towards a set of doors. The family bathroom was locked when he tried to yank it open. He grunted and bent down to set Gibson down.

“Alright men’s room, this way—- told ya we’d make it,” Dean ushered Gibson inside and followed to guard him while he did his business and make sure he washed his damn hands. They were heading to the Safari park next and he didn’t not want to worry about letting the little gremlin sit on his lap with bathroom germs all over him.

“Okay! Let’s go find Uncle Sam and your mom, huh?”

“Do we have to?” Gibson whined.

Dean chuckled. “Come on, they’re not that bad!”

“Uncle Sam keeps reading to me about the animals and Mom just wants to pose for selfies with the mama and baby animals.”

“So?! At least they like hanging out with you! Could be a lot worse,” Dean suggested, directing Gibson through the crowd with a hand between his little shoulder blades. He tried to remember if his dad had ever taken him or Sam to a zoo, but all that came to mind was his mother chaperoning a field trip to a pumpkin farm once upon a time before Bush Sr. had taken office.

The Safari Park was pretty cool. Dean got stopped by a couple of employees for selfies before they were through the line for the jeeps. But they made up for it with letting them skip to the front. There was also the few minutes he had to hold Gibson’s head away when they happened upon a rhino trying to mount a female. The thing’s dick was longer than Dean’s arm.

“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean placated. “Anybody’s gonna have an inferiority complex compared to that. Not me, but anybody else.”

“Bite me, Dean,” Sam muttered, remembering not to swear in front of the kid.

Dean cackled as Gibson huffed in boredom.

The day was just what Dean needed after the extreme highs and lows of the weekend, relaxing with low stakes. They grabbed a late lunch at a deli down the street from the hotel and made plans for the Midway Museum the following day, after Dean’s therapy call. He wondered if you’d be able to join in on the fun. Bobby had gotten the tickets, so Dean guessed you wouldn’t have any conference calls either. Or he hoped.

Dean really didn’t know what to say to that. Bela had been prickly early on during the last afterparty, but neither you nor she had said anything that gave him any idea what was going on between you two.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to get in the middle now.

But Bela wouldn’t have said something unless she was genuinely worried about you. Or about your friendship at least. Dean sighed and said he would tell you to call her. He just didn’t specify WHEN was all.

He got a couple of hearts and a ‘thank you’ text back.

Dean couldn’t help but feel like this was backwards. His loyalty wasn’t with Bela, especially not when it came to you versus her. And unless the next few shows bombed, he didn’t think there was any reason to keep playing pretend. He was back. The band was thriving, as the kids said, and he was completely in love with someone else.

So, yeah, Dean might check in and see if you were pissed at Bela. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to do anything more than that. Unless you needed him to.

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Chapter 31: Ziehen

[tekumaniac311]

Rider Rescue: Church Fight.

As Z, Leopardaisy, Dogbite, Drago Kitano and Berserkerine watched as the cult and their high priest dance in front of the tied up Dogday and his crew, the cultists wheeled in a large device, Z immediately recognized it.

"A Red Mist emitter.. they'll be using it on Dogdays crew." Drago sternly looked "Then there's no further time to waste." Z aimed the rifle at the emitter's control circuits. "Riders, do you have any final words before you receive happiness?!" The High Priest sang with an eerie smile. "Just one: Do we get paid?" Kickin asked. "Or better yet, can we have better performances than this?" Bobby piped in.

"Spare your petty jokes, Riders. For it is now time for joy to envelope, activate the emitter." He said to the cultist, with that, Z took aim and fired at the emitter's control panel, frying the machine completely. The high priest and the cultists were a gasp and looked to see Z appear "Hi guys. You just hanging?"

"Well how about that, our mystery pal's come" Hoppy said with a smirk. "And he didn't come alone" Z remarked, with that, Dogbite, Drago, Leopardaisy and Berserkerine jump out in front of the crowd of cultists.

"Is that--" Dogday stammered "GET THEM!!" Shouted the High Priest.

The five then take on the crowd of cultists, Berserkerine charges through each one like a freight train, punching each one repeatedly and slamming them down as if he was in a wrestling ring. Another cultist slammed an old church chair onto Berserkerine's back.

And he doesn't flinch. Berserkerine looked, growled and attacked the cultist.

Leopardaisy jumped up and kicked at each cultist and flipped to avoid a swing. "Too slow! Try to catch!" She glowed pink and turned invisible, the cultists looked around frantically before being knocked out by the invisible pink leopard, she then re materialized "You lose" She said with a smirk,

Drago flew up and right back down at the crowd of cultists who came at him, landing in the middle he began punching and kicking each one like out of a Bruce Lee movie, dodging each move like an agile samurai, one of them drew a blaster and fired at him, only for the dragon to dodge and blast him with a blue fireball.

Dogbite then tosses a sun blast at each one who came at him, then he pounced on the High Priest himself, punching him down repeatedly with aggression, a cultists comes at Dogbite with a blade only for the dog to turn and punch him directly in the junk.

"Have a seat, bud" Dogbite said to the cultist, he then turned and kept punching the High Priest to a pulp, Z meanwhile blasted at the remainders of the cult with his blasters, soon all the cultists and the high priest were incapacitated.

"Woo! Looks like we got em all, good job" Leopardaisy said with a thumbs up and a blep. Z nodded and then walked up to the still strung up Space Riders. "Hey guys, lemme get ya down." His rifle shifts into a shuriken, ready to toss it at the rope, suddenly Dogbite walked up and shoved him aside. "Nah nah nah, if there's gonna be some sibling rescuing, it's me." He said and readied a sun blast

With a single toss the sun blast burnt through each rope holding up our heroes, and each fell face flat on the ground. "Oops." Dogbite snickered, Drago was unamused and went to help each Rider up, as did Berserk, Leopard and Z.

"Hey nice to meet ya." Leopardaisy spoke helping Catnap up, Catnap nodded at her, agreeing. "Thanks for showing up to help." Bobby said as she was helped up by Berserkerine "Don't mention it, redbear." He spoke. While the two helped Picky, Kickin, Hoppy and Bubba, Drago meanwhile went and helped Crafty to her feet after untying her legs, Crafty almost froze as she gazed right at Drago. "There you go, madam, you hurt?" a slight flush was on Crafty's face but she remained firm "No...thank you, for helping." She said calmly and firmly.

Z then helped Dogday up, "Nice to see ya again, Captain." He said with humor, Dogday gave an amused shrug at the masked Rider "You to, mr 'I like looking cool'." Z just laughed at Dogday's compliment.

He then...looked straight ahead at the younger dog, who was looking at him with an expression that just read: hostility. Dogday immediately recognized it and was...well, speechless. "It's him.." He thought to himself. The two dogs just...stared at eachother for nearly a minute with their teammates looking confused and noticing the resemblance between them.

Z then popped in "Yaaay! Family reunion!"

To be concluded

Space Riders AU and sketch art belongs to @onyxonline

[peppermintquartz]

Future fic idea for BuckTommy: What if something tragic tragic brings them back together?

It reminds them that we only have so much time and they shouldn't waste it.

TW: character deaths

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Buck tries not to flinch when he feels Tommy's presence beside him, yet the tension in his shoulders dissipates the moment Tommy touches him.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Tommy murmurs.

It's been an hour since the doctor told them. Bobby told Buck earlier that he'll wait at the chapel; Hen and Eddie are filling out as much of the paperwork as they can; Athena hugged him and promised to pick Jee up, and Hen will take care of Jee until the paperwork is sorted out. Mr and Mrs Lee will have Buck's parents staying with them once they arrive in Los Angeles.

Which both makes it easier and harder to cope with the rest of this.

"They were on the way to buy Jee's birthday cake," Buck says, apropos of nothing. "She's still at the kindergarten. I'm... I don't know how to tell her..."

Sorry Jee, it's just you and me against the world now. Daddy and Mommy have gone away.

His vision blurring with tears, Buck reaches blindly next to him to grab Tommy's hand. And it is as strong and warm as he remembers. Warm as Maddie's used to be.

"I can't do this, Tommy. I don't know how." His voice cracks on the last word and he gives in, lets the tears flow down his face.

Tommy holds Buck's hand in between his own. After a while, after Buck regains a smidge of his composure, Tommy says, "I can help. Arrangements and everything, if you need someone to take on administration. Or help you move stuff. Or, I don't know. A shoulder."

"For how long?" Buck can't help the question from bursting out. Forever sound good to you? is what he doesn't say. It's not the time nor the place. But the thought is there: when Buck needs him, Tommy shows up.

He always shows up.

Tommy doesn't answer instantly. When he does, it's a measured reply. "We can talk about that after all this, Evan."

Buck chokes out a short laugh. No one else will be calling him Evan again. He straightens and finally looks at his ex-boyfriend in the eyes.

Tommy looks thinner, older. Buck supposes he isn't faring too well either in the looks department. With a deep breath, Buck whispers, "Yeah. After." He swipes over his cheeks with his free hand. "When mom and dad get here, I'm gonna need you with me." He smiles thinly. "Please."

Tommy reaches up to run the edge of his thumb over Buck's cheekbones. "Of course."

Of course.

Buck feels how he wants to lean in for a kiss, sees the yearning in Tommy's gaze, and forces himself to stand. "Let's go find Bobby. He's in the chapel."

As Tommy stands up, Buck adds, "Thank you."

Tommy smiles sadly. "You don't have to thank me, Evan. Not for this."

[bimobuddy]

"Would you..."

I'M BACK FINALLY, BABYYYY

JUST HAD TO GET HAPPY AGAIN AND FIND A FIXATION

Anyway this is a Maxley tickle fic

Max Goof x Bradley Uppercrust III

I will also be writing Tank x Bradley, I like both ships

Lee! Max, Ler! Bradley

Don't worry, Bradley is gonna have plenty of lee moments in the future, he needs his shit wrecked

I gave them tails (._.) They're dogs, they get tails

Summary: Max and Bradley are having a horror movie marathon, and it starts a little game between them, which eventually turns into a much different, more one sided game

*cl-click... whiiiirrrr*

Max popped the tape into the player, and scooted back, sitting against the couch on the floor, while Bradley sat on the couch with his legs draped over his shoulders. He rested his chin on his head and fixed his eyes on the screen.

Everybody knew Max loved horror movies, but most people didn't know Bradley was much the same, on one condition.

"Does the-"

"No, I talked to Bobby, no animals die on screen in this one, just a pet bird that's already found in its cage, but they have a funeral for it."

Satisfied, Bradley rested his chin back down on Max's head as the movie started. He didn't like animal death scenes, but he was perfectly fine with people.

About half way in, he broke the silence between them. "If I got sucked into an alternate ghostly plane, would you come in after me?"

"Absolutely." Max's answer was immediate. He leaned his head back to look up at his boyfriend. "If I told you a man with knives for fingers was terrorizing my dreams, would you fall asleep and fight him for me?"

"Absolutely not," Bradley answered, earning a snort from Max, "The dream world was his world, and he had more power there, are you crazy? He'd obviously win. That's not even how it worked in the movie, they pulled him out of the dream and killed him in the real world."

"Okay well would you kill him in the lore accurate way?"

"Realistically, no I'd send Tank to do that, but for the purpose of this game, I'll say yes." He responded, his tail thumping against the couch, causing Max to start wagging his as well.

"My hero." Max mumbled sarcastically, looking back at the TV to finish the movie.

Sometime during the movie, Bradley started to twirl Max's ear around his finger and just mess with it, oblivious to the blush that had spread across his partner's face, or the way he tensed up and grinned nervously.

"Maximus, if I were a skeleton in your attic, would you help me rebuild my body to become alive again?"

Max normally would have rolled his eyes at the name 'Maximus' but he was a little too focused on the ticklish feeling in his ear. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up pushing Bradley's hand away with a giggly, "Quihit-"

Now this caught the fraternity leader's attention. Any chance he got to mess with Max, he took. "Oh? Ticklish, Goof?" He practically purred, tightening his legs over Max's shoulders to keep him in place.

Max's cheeks reddened. He didn't have an issue with being tickled.. It was his laugh he was self conscious about, since he inherited it from his father. Ever since he could remember, he'd practiced his laugh to make it sound normal, and not... Goofy.

"Bradley wait, my laugh-"

"I know, I've heard you before."

And with that as his warning, Bradley started to play with both ears, gently rubbing them between his fingers, while Max just giggled and tried to shake his head.

"Nohohoho, Brahad- Nohot my ehehears-" He tried to duck his head but that didn't do much, since Bradley just followed. His ears weren't necessarily 'bad,' but more of a 'sweet spot,' in the way they always got him giggling, blushing, and fumbling like he didn't know how to react.

"Oh not your ears? Would you prefer I move down here then?" He teased, releasing Max's ears and slipping his hands down under his arms. Max arched his back and squeezed his arms down against his sides, his tail going wild slapping the floor.

"Brahahahadley nohohoho!"

"Max, I can't hear the movie, calm down~ Why are you laughing so much, it's not a comedy~" He teased.

He released Max from his legs and got down on the floor with him, briefly wrestling with him to get him down, delighting in the way he giggled in anticipation.

"Brahadley my laugh, ihit's-"

"Shut up about your silly little laugh, I like it~ In fact, I want to hear the original, unpracticed version."

Bradley latched his hands onto Max's sides, his fingers wiggling into his sides while his thumbs dug into his belly.

Max tossed his head back and started to kick his feet against the floor, trying to shove at Bradley's chest, his laughter kicking up and becoming more boyish.

Finally, playful hands found his knees and squeezed.

"Nohoho! Hahahahahahyuck-" He slapped his hands over his mouth, his face going red. The only noise that came from him was his tail continuing to thump against the wooden floor.

Bradley stopped and laughed so hard, he had to lean down, pressing his head into Max's shoulders.

Max huffed, slightly amused by Bradley's reaction. "At least one of us enjoys it."

Bradley sat up, calming down, yet his grin stayed. "Would you relax? It's not as bad as you think. I can see why Roxanne liked it when you guys met."

The younger of the two groaned and covered his face. "It sounds so silly though."

Bradley grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to uncover his face. "That's what makes it so great, you goof."

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I'm not gonna lie, it took me a while to type the "hyuck" into the dialog because anytime I got close to it, I started laughing bc it's silly /pos

I think unique laughs are cute

Y'all get bonus points if you can name the horror movies I was referencing

[tropes-and-tales]

moving person a by their waist with our boy bob floyd?

The Hard Deck is more crowded than usual.  It’s standing room only, the press of bodies making the bar loud and hot.  Lieutenant Bob Floyd, resident wallflower, can’t seem to move without bumping into someone or brushing against someone else.  Every time he breathes he’s elbowing someone, then apologizing profusely.

It’s a bad night to be so flustered.  Hangman’s cousin is back in town and charming the crowd by switching off on the piano with Rooster.  You’re the only person who can rouse everyone to sing along, even the more reserved fly-boys in the crowd.

“Helps to know more than one Jerry Lee Lewis song,” you told Bob once, and then you’d dropped him a wink, cementing the fatal crush he’s been nursing for you.  

It’s not ideal, falling for an extended member of the Seresin family (though your last name is different), but you’ve cast your smug cousin in a more sympathetic light for the Dagger Squad.  Jake’s less smarmy, more soft when you’re around.  Family smooths out his rough edges, it seems.

Tonight, you and Rooster trade off.  Rooster, galled by your success at the piano, has tried to learn some new fare.  His results are middling, and Bob can see the way he pouts as he cedes the piano stool to you once he wraps up his faltering version of the Beatles’ “Hey Jude.”

Bob can also see the brilliant grin you flash Rooster as you settle into your seat and start to play Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.”

Which the crowd eats up, of course.  You know what the fan favorites are.

-----

Bob has always been content to just watch you, to nurse his crush from afar.  You swing through San Diego every other month, and you always stop to see Jake.  Bob is usually there for at least part of your visit—at the Hard Deck or on the beach—but he rarely is proactive to speak to you.  Any conversation is driven by you.

Tonight, he loses sight of you once the dueling pianos bit ends.  He finds you again chatting with Nat, and a beat after his eyes fall on the two of you, Nat catches his gaze and grins at him.  She jerks her head in a “c’mere” gesture.

Bob obliges.  He weaves his way through the crush of people until he’s standing by you and Nat.

“You looked lonely, standing by yourself,” Nat says.

He shakes his head, offers a rueful grin.  “Oh, no, I’m fine.”

“Are you sad the musical portion of tonight’s programming ended?” you ask.  “It’s a little obnoxious, right?”

He demurs that too, tells you that maybe Rooster is obnoxious with just playing the same song over and over, but no—he likes your piano-playing, he thinks your voice is lovely…he rambles for a long moment until he catches movement:  Nat shaking her head faintly with a bemused smile on her face.

“Ah,” he says, cutting himself off.  “I’m ramblin’.”  His accent comes out and he winces inwardly, worried you’ll think him a hick—

You laugh and reach out, smack his shoulder lightly with the back of your hand.  “Bobby, you can ramble any time if you keep paying me compliments.”

Bobby.  You’ve always called him that, back when Jake introduced you.  He loves the way it sounds coming from your mouth.

Your sudden touch, your light teasing…it makes his brain short-circuit.  He gapes at you wordlessly for too long of a moment, then he notices your empty glass.

“Can I get you a refill?” he asks, but it comes out too fast and too high-pitched.  

You laugh again and hand him your glass.  “That would be really nice.  Thank you.”

He takes it and practically sprints away.  He misses Nat’s knowing look.  He misses the way his pilot nods, turns to you, and says, “he’s got a crush on you.”  And he misses the way you nod back at Nat and murmur that yes, you’ve noticed.

-----

The bar is just as crowded, if not more so, and Bob finds himself lost in the crowd.

He tries to flag down Penny and the other bartender, but there’s always someone flashier, bigger, louder to pull attention away from Bob to themselves.

Which is typical.  Bob Floyd has always faded into the background.  And it’s usually a blessing, since he’s introverted anyway.  But sometimes?

Sometimes he wishes he could stand out, just a little.  Just enough to maybe catch the eye of a certain Seresin cousin—

His train of thought is cut off by the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, this time a gentle, tentative press to get his attention.  He turns his head and sees you, smiling softly at him.

“No luck?” you ask.

He lifts a hand, lets it fall helplessly.  “It’s too busy.  I’m sorry.”

You still have your hand on his shoulder.  You squeeze him gently, say, “here, let me,” and then your other hand is on his waist, gently leading him aside, pushing him away from the bar to make room for you.  He’s so flummoxed by the touch—probably just a casual, friendly touch for you, but it’s gasoline on the flames of his infatuation—that he lets you move him.

Then you release him, and you lift your hand and whistle, getting the attention of the bartender.  You order another drink for yourself, and you get one for Bob:  a Coke with a splash of grenadine.

“How’d you know my drink?” he asks.  He’s still flummoxed:  first by your touch, now by you knowing his non-alcoholic beverage of choice.  It feels like his world is tilting off its axis, throwing everything askew.

“I noticed,” you answer with a shrug.

“No one’s ever noticed before.”

Another shrug, this time paired with a smile.  “I did.”  

[valleydean]

Final Chapter: Chapter 19 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Winchester v Webb: Heavyweight Title Fight Set for Early May

That had been the newspaper headline all across America that morning.

May gave Dean four months to get his eyes on the prize. Cas and Bobby made training schedules; Benny bought bleacher tickets to Lee’s first bout post-recovery in February, to recon how Lee’s fighting style might have changed after his surgery; Rufus kept his ear to the ground, listening for any rumors about ways Luc might try to fix the fight; Sam spent a full two weeks going through the bout’s contract with a fine-tooth comb.

Dean let them deal with the details. He focused on getting his head in the game. It was like stretching a muscle he’d let weaken after much time of disuse. He���d thought he’d been ready for a title bout for at least a year now, but maybe a part of him had expected Cas to pull the rug out from under him after all, because it finally felt real now. For the first time in years, Dean had a shot at being the champion. He wasn’t about to miss it.

Apparently, Cas wasn’t going to let him do that either.

Today was Cas’ first official-unofficial day as part of Team Winchester, and he’d started the training before Dean even woke up. The son of a bitch got out of bed at the crack of dawn, stole Dean’s car keys, and left a note saying he and Sam took the Superior to drop off Jack at school and they’d see you at the gym at 8. He’d also stolen Dean’s wallet so that Dean couldn’t take a taxi to the gym. Dean had to start his morning off with a run.

When he got in a little after 8 AM, Cas made him warm up on the jump rope, which was pretty standard. But then he told Dean to run again—that time, up and down the stairs twenty times.

Dean looked at Bobby for help, but Bobby only grumbled, “You asked for this.” Sam laughed and laughed at Dean’s expense.

Finally, Dean was able to freestyle on a bag as the rest of the boxers trickled in for the morning session. Victor was the first to arrive. He took one look at the way Dean had already sweated through his sweat suit and gave a leering grin. “Had enough already, Winchester?” he teased, and Dean would have flipped him off if he hadn’t been wearing his gloves, so he did it with his arms instead. It didn’t have as much of an effect, but he was pretty sure Victor would have laughed at him either way.

By midday, the gym was filled with all the usual faces. They all hung off the ropes, watching Dean and Cas on the mitts inside the ring.

Dean had known that Cas was faster with the mitts than Rufus was, but he must have been trying to pick up the pace at certain points, because he was merciless. Dean’s breath was tight in his chest and there was a dry, burning stitch in his sides. Cas hadn’t even broken a sweat. No one would have ever been able to tell that he’d been laid up in the hospital only a month ago.

It was annoying—not to mention pretty distracting.

Dean followed the way Cas was angling and moving the mitts. He jabbed and crossed, jabbed and crossed again. Cas thrust his arm forward, and Dean slipped to the front, the mitt glancing off his shoulder. He shoveled a front uppercut into the mitt when Cas angled it downward. Cas moved forward, making Dean step back and throw a cross at the same time. Dean moved forward again and threw a rear uppercut.

Cas pivoted to the side and swung the mitt, making Dean roll under it and step around Cas to keep them toe-to-toe. A hook and another uppercut. Cas held up the mitts so Dean could throw a few fast ones and twos until Bobby called time.

A few members of their little audience started whistling and clapping—but probably not for Dean, even though he was the one doing all the hard work. Aside from the newbies, nobody ever gawked at him when he was training. Cas was the one who had their attention. Maybe a month ago, that would have pissed Dean off. Now, he was just glad Cas was around for people to swoon over at all.

Dean stretched his neck from side to side and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the fatigue from them. Sweat dripped down from the ends of his hair and got into his eyes. His throat was dry from panting so hard.

He’d asked Cas to help him get faster, and Cas was definitely delivering.

“Alright, show’s over. Get back to it or get out,” Bobby barked at the boxers. Slowly, everyone started trickling away, headed to the weight benches or various bags. Rufus followed a few of the palookas to the speed bags to show them how it was done.

Cas pulled off his mitts and shoved them under his armpit before drifting closer to Dean. “Good work,” he complimented sincerely.

Dean tried not to blush. He didn’t even know why he felt one coming on. He wasn’t exactly a mitt practice virgin.

He cleared his throat and muttered, “Thanks.”

He glanced over to where his water and sweat towel were waiting for him on a stool in the corner of the ring. Sam and Bobby were just on the other side of the ropes, Sam with his hands casually on his hips while he and Bobby spoke. He looked like a natural in the gym, like he fit in there as well as Dean did. Secretly, Dean hoped it took Sam a damn long time to find a new job. He liked having him there—and something told him Sam was enjoying it, too. Maybe Sam had just needed to get out from under their father’s thumb for him to realize he belonged here.

“Can I get a water break,” Dean gasped out, “or do you have some new way to torture me?”

Cas’ eyes lit up in a humored smile. He tipped his head toward the corner. “Go.”

Dean knocked his shoulder playfully against Cas’ before heading for the water. As he went, he undid the knots of his gloves with his teeth and pulled them off, then put them on the stool and snatched up the water bottle.

Cas followed closely behind him and leaned back against the ropes, resting his elbows over the top.

“Lookin’ good,” Sam told Dean. He reached inside the ring and picked up Dean’s gloves.

Dean chugged his water until he ran out of oxygen. It dribbled down his chin and neck, but he wasn’t mad about it because it cooled him down. Through ragged breaths, he said, “Thanks. Don’t have much of a choice with this one—” he nodded toward Cas. “It’s either keep up or risk getting punched.”

Cas scoffed in amusement. “Now you know how I felt when we first met.”

Dean gave him a crooked grin. “I think it worked out for you.”

“Okay, enough flirting,” Bobby scolded, exasperated. “Dean, go do some core work and cool down. We’ll pick this up again after lunch.” He looked at Cas. “Maybe you can get him to actually touch the reaction bag.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “I’ve used it plenty’a times.” So what if it wasn’t his favorite thing to do? He didn’t like getting a face full of leather if he happened to be too slow, and he especially didn’t like it when Benny saw it happen—as he somehow always seemed to do—and started laughing at him.

“I’ll see that he does it,” Cas promised Bobby. He turned his blue eyes on Dean. “After he gets his energy back.”

Dean was pretty excited for the prospect of food and a nap. The hunger gnawing at his gut was starting to turn ravenous, but he’d rather drive home to eat instead of picking something up around the gym. It’d be easier to snooze for an hour afterward.

He walked up to Cas and placed his wrapped hands on Cas’ sides. “I’ll be quick cooling off. Wanna head home after that?”

Cas nodded gently, his eyes scanning Dean up and down with appreciation and affection. Dean’s lips buzzed to kiss him, but he settled for planting one on Cas’ temple.

“Would you two cut it out? I want you keeping it vertical in my ring, got it?” Bobby snapped. Next to him, Sam pulled a grossed-out face.

“Little late for that,” Dean murmured into Cas’ ear. He pulled away and saw the way Cas dipped his head to hide his smile. Dean let his hands slide off Cas’ ribs and headed for the stairs on the other side of the ring, then for the mats near the weights.

[foxhole118lasso]

I have all the beef in the world with most of the parents in 911 (namely Buck’s/Maddie’s, Eddie’s, Bobby’s, & and Chimney’s). And I have sooo much love for Maddie and Albert. But something that kind of always frustrates me is when is when siblings try to force you into fixing a relationship with a parent(s) just because they decide they want to for whatever reason.

Like. Maddie especially girl. Cause while they were never even good parents to you, they were sooo awful to Buck. And you better than anyone knew how deeply that went and still tried to get him on board for this reunion when he was still unaware of his supposed purpose of even being born. Like. Come on.

And Albert. Bro please. You literally ran to the older brother you’ve never had a relationship with away from the dad you share. You saw how it affected Chimney. Overtime, you learned more of the relationship he had with y’all’s dad, and you still tried to strong arm him into have a relationship with that man and just showed up with him.

It gives me very much Fuyumi Todoroki vibes thinking this could just all be okay if they forgive or rewrite history. And not to compare trauma or shitty childhoods, but when the sibling who is aware of that lasting damage, decides that they’re ready to forgive and move on and just expects you should be able to do the same or act like it’s unreasonable for you not to want the same? Drives me insane.

And then it really killed me the whole “Jee Yun deserves grandparents.” And she has some! She has the Lee’s and technically Bobby, and generally just an entire village to love her. Why should people who never made any real effort to be worth a damn as a parent get to suddenly decide they want to be a grandparent to the children of the children they neglected? Make that make sense to me. Why is it even necessary to have grandparents in the first place? That’s not a measure of what kind of family someone has or how much love they’re being given or anything. Like. She literally would not have been missing out when other people are already filling those roles. But also, so many people don’t have living grandparents. Hell. Most of the main cast we haven’t met or have heard of grandparents for except Eddie. Like please.

[sundove88]

Inside Out (Sundove88’s Version)

In Honor of Inside Out 2!!

Meggy is a happy, hockey-loving 11-year-old Midwestern girl, but her world turns upside-down when she and her parents move to San Francisco. Meggy’s emotions -- led by Cure Happy -- try to guide her through this difficult, life-changing event. However, the stress of the move brings Lunk to the forefront. When Cure Happy and Lunk are inadvertently swept into the far reaches of Meggy’s mind, the only emotions left in Headquarters are Bakugou, Kinger, and Rarity.

When teenage Meggy heads off to hockey camp, the puberty alarm in headquarters goes off and new emotions come in. When it turns out that these new emotions intend on completely changing Meggy, Cure Happy and the emotions are determined to stop them.

In loving memory of Rachel Lillis- no one brought Misty (And Jessie) to life more than you did. 💧

Meggy as Riley Anderson (SMG4)

Cure Happy as Joy (Smile Precure)

Lunk as Sadness (Mixels)

Katsuki Bakugou as Anger (My Hero Academia)

Rarity as Disgust (My Little Pony)

Kinger as Fear (The Amazing Digital Circus)

All Might as Mr. Anderson (My Hero Academia)

Inko Midoriya as Mrs. Anderson (My Hero Academia)

Izuku Midoriya as Himself/Riley’s Brother (My Hero Academia)

Liko as Meg (Pokemon)

Tuff as Jordan (Kirby)

Tiff as Herself/Jordan’s Sister (Kirby)

Porygon Z as Bing Bong (Pokemon)

Pennywise as Jangles (It)

Mr. Fryman and Kofi Pizza as Frank and Dave (Steven Universe)

Katara and Sokka as Bobby and Paula (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Pomni as Anxiety (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Ty Lee as Envy (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Mai as Ennui (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Patrick Star as Embarrassment (SpongeBob)

Clarabelle Cow as Nostalgia (Mickey and Friends)

Misty as Val Oritz (Pokemon)

Tate and Liza as Bree and Grace (Pokemon)

Bendy as Bloofy (Bendy and The Ink Machine)

Backpack as Pouchy (Dora The Explorer)

Shining Armor as Lance Slashblade (My Little Pony)

Dark Meta Knight as Deep Dark Secret (Kirby)

Here’s your hint for the next casting:

🪲🧃🖤🤍

[babygirl-diaz]

People at the Madney Wedding Talking to the Camera

Cameraperson: So how does it feel to be married? Maddie: Not very different. I mean, we are already living together and have a daughter. We just did this for the tax and insurance benefits Cameraperson: Wait, what? Maddie: I am just kidding! *chuckles* Chimney: We definitely did it for the benefits. And I'm NOT kidding, or am I? *smirks at the camera* Mr. Lee: Congratulations, Maddie and Chimney. You two deserve the world! Mrs Lee: *tears up* I hope you have a wonderful life ahead with each other. And Chimney, Kevin would have been so proud of you. Just like I am. Hen: *drunk* MY BEST FRIEND GOT MARRIED! *waggles her eyebrows* HE'S GONNA GET SOME TONIGHT Karen: Baby, he was "getting some" anyway. They have a daughter Hen: Oh. Well, he's still gonna get some tonight. So happy for him! *tears up* So happy! Albert: Don't know about them, but I'm DEFINITELY getting some tonight. Catch my drift? Cameraperson: No, not really Phillip and Margaret Buckley: *camera moves on from them* Phillip: Wait, wait, wait, aren't you going to interview us? Cameraperson: I'm told you don't matter Buck: *smirks* You actually told them that? You're the real superstar Cameraperson: Thank you. So how did it feel walking your sister down the aisle? Buck: Amazing! I am so happy she let me do that *wipes a tear away* Cameraperson: Wait... I didn't know you were married. Where's your spouse? Buck: *tries to hide his ring finger* Ravi: I'm glad they invited me. They make such a great couple! And I'm glad nothing went wrong! Phew! Josh: I- Eddie: *drunk* They are so lucky to have each other! Josh: Really, Eddie? Really? You're gonna steal my thunder? Unbelievable! Cameraperson: No, go ahead. What were you gonna say? Josh: I was just going to say I am- Eddie: I am so happy for them. They don't have to hide their marriage *cries* Josh: Dammit, Eddie! Not again! Wait... What did you just say? Buck: *drags Eddie away* He's just really drunk. You probably want to edit that out. Cameraperson: Why do you two have matching rings? Buck and Eddie: *talk animatedly off-camera and try to hide when they see the camera* Athena: They should definitely stay on land for their honeymoon Bobby: Oh yeah, I would listen to Athena if I was them. Also, I didn't mastermind this relationship, but I'm glad they got together Cameraperson: What do you mean you didn't mastermind this relationship? Bobby: Shhh... Cameraperson: Do you have something to say to your mommy and daddy? Jee-Yun: Uncle Buck and Eddie got married Maddie: No, sweetie, I think you mean mommy and daddy got married Cameraperson: No, I think Buck and Eddie got married too Maddie: Wait, what? BUCK! YOU ARE NOT UPSTAGING ME AT MY OWN WEDDING!

[callmebrycelee]

No one's more excited to see Buck and Tommy together than me but ...

I'm also excited to check in on Bobby and Athena. They endured a lot of hardships last season and I hope this season is all about rebuilding. I'm also curious about their living situation. Where will they move to? A new house? A condo? Also, saying goodbye to so many years of memories in that home we've seen since the very start is going to be hard for the both of them.

I'm also excited about Hen and Karen and their adoption journey. I hope that Olivia Ortiz gets stung by 100,000 bees and Hen is the one who saves her life. I hope this woman gets her comeuppance because using your political influence to exact revenge on a family who didn't do anything is beyond ugly. I hope Hen and Karen get to adopt Mara. Mostly, I just want the Wilson household to be happy.

I'm also excited to check in on Chimney and Maddie. Last season they got married and I wonder if being married changes nothing for them or if things do change for them. Also, Jee is getting big which means more challenges for the couple. I want to see Chimney and Maddie bicker over having different parenting styles.

I'm also excited to check in on Eddie. Last season was not a good one for Mr. Diaz. His family life and romantic life are in total disarray and he's long overdue for some deep introspection. I hope Christopher comes back but I do want to see conflict between them. Christopher is a teenager now and he's a lot more headstrong. I want to see them go to therapy together. Mostly, I want to see Eddie go on this journey independent of Buck. That doesn't mean I want them to not be friends. What I mean is that I want to see Eddie truly step away and fix his life. I think we're going to see a better version of him by the season's end which I cannot wait to see. Also, I need the mustache gone.

I'm also excited to check in on all the other characters. I wanna see May and Denny and Christopher. I want to go to the call center and see Josh and Linda and Sue. I hope to see more Tommy. I want to see the Lees be grandparents. I wouldn't even mind a visit from the Buckleys. Shipping and ship wars are fun but let's not forget that this is an ensemble show telling multiple stories. Let's celebrate all of those wonderful stories!!!