#you should go to the pizza slammer

[privatehousesanatomy]

house and wilson cuddling early s8

omg this is so cute 🥺🥺 hopefully this is kinda the vibe you were hoping for!!

content includes : house and wilson early s8, small s8 spoilers but nothing bad, angst, eventual fluff, eventual hilson implications

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"I knew you'd show up," House spoke as he opened the door to his apartment. Wilson stood on the opposite side of the door, an annoyed expression now replacing the initial concerned one.

"You said there was an emergency," Wilson responded.

"That was just a test to see if you'd still come running when I call. Face it, Wilson. You can try and hate me all you want, but you'll never be 'done with me'." House said. As much as James wanted to protest and stand his ground that he'd moved on from being House's best friend, he knew that there was no point in arguing.

"You really haven't changed, have you?" he sighed, and House rolled his eyes in response.

"Oh, don't be like that. You really think a few months in the slammer was going to straighten me out? The only thing I got out of prison was this fancy new ankle bracelet," House said as he tugged his pant leg up a bit, showing off his ankle monitor. "Matches my eyes, don't you think?"

"House, this isn't a joke. Prison is not a joke."

"They're not going to send me back for making jokes about my ankle monitor, if that's what you're worried about."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

House sighed and finally stepped off to the side to let Wilson into the apartment, though Wilson was apprehensive to go inside.

"I don't bite, you know. Come in. I ordered a pizza, it should be here in about ten minutes. Monster trucks start in an hour and there's a case of beer getting cold in the fridge," House explained.

"So, you tricked me with an emergency to get me to come over to watch monster trucks? Is that right?" James asked.

"No, I tricked you with an emergency so I could disembowel you in the bathtub and watch monster trucks when I'm done," House rolled his eyes, the sarcasm dripping from his tone.

"Oh, well in that case, let me take my shoes off so I don't track mud on the floors."

"Thanks. My cleaner will appreciate it."

"You fired your cleaner over a year ago," Wilson raised an eyebrow.

"By cleaner, I mean the hooker that I plan to call after monster trucks are over to help me clean up your disemboweled body."

"Oh silly me. I should have known," Wilson rolled his eyes, but he finally made his way over to the couch and sat down in what used to be his usual spot. As much as a lot of things have changed over the months that House was in prison, James was surprised at just how natural being back in the apartment felt.

When the pizza arrived and the box was settled onto the coffee table with the lid open, James reached over and grabbed a slice.

"I'm surprised you stayed," House then spoke. There seemed to be the slightest hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"So am I," James replied as he took a bite of his pizza slice.

"Why did you?"

"I don't know...I guess I'm realizing that no matter how hard I try, there's just no getting rid of you," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

If House was being honest, those words did strike a nerve within him. He knew he wasn't always a joy to be around and he always made everyone's lives ten times harder than it needed to be, but to think that James was actively going out of his way to "get rid of him" stung in a way that nothing has ever stung before. Not even being dumped by Cuddy stung that much, and being dumped had led him to drive a car through the front of her house.

"Does my being in prison have to change things?" House asked.

"It changes a lot of things...House, you flew off the handle because you couldn't handle being dumped."

"So what? You're saying that I'm too mentally unstable to be around? She hurt me, Wilson."

"I know she hurt you, that's not the point. The point is how you chose to retaliate. You drove a car through your ex-girlfriend's house because she dumped you."

House knew that Wilson was right. He was always right, and that infuriated him sometimes. But that didn't change the fact that everything he's been bottling up for the last...well, his entire life was now bubbling up to the surface. He felt like he was about to explode.

"She hurt me!" House finally snapped. Everything was beginning to overflow now. "She promised that I was enough - that I didn't need to change who I was, and then she dumped me the first time I slipped up. Who does that? She just proved once again that I will never be enough for anyone!" he rambled, and he could feel those goddamn tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He didn't want to get emotional, especially not in front of Wilson, but that was proving to be a bit of a challenge.

Wilson sighed and looked away for a minute, trying to think of what to say. Finally, he drew in a deep breath. "I know she hurt you...but that doesn't mean that you're not enough for anyone."

"Of course it does! Even you were trying to get rid of me. I wasn't even enough for my own damn best friend."

Ouch. James sighed and shook his head. He wasn't entirely sure how to rectify the situation, but he knew he had to do something. Anything.

"House...I..." James started to speak, but House cut him off.

"Save it, Wilson. It doesn't matter. Just watch the damn monster trucks," he mumbled, sulking back against the couch cushions and letting his blue eyes fixate on the TV screen.

About twenty minutes into the monster truck jam, not a single word had been spoken between the two men, but when James glanced over at House, he could see the absolute exhaustion written all over his face.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, and House scoffed.

"Just peachy."

"House..."

"I said I was fine," House snapped, and James frowned just a little.

"Fine...just know that I'm right here if you need me," he sighed, and House immediately whipped his head around.

"What?"

"What?" James raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, what the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you're my best friend. There is no getting rid of you, and I think I'm okay with that."

"Oh God, there you go being all sentimental," House groaned, pretending to gag. But deep down, he really appreciated it.

"Yeah, well, one of us has to be the sentimental one, right?"

"Right..." House mumbled, his gaze settling back on the TV for a moment before a hint of a smirk graced his features.

"I don't like the look on your face," James said, and House just shook his head. If Wilson was offering his support, then he was going to take full advantage of it. So when House leaned in and rested his head James's shoulder, James was shocked. "What...What are you doing?"

"You said you're right here if I needed you, right?"

"I did say that, yes."

"Well, I'm just making sure that there are no limits to that promise," House smirked, and he nuzzled his head against James's shoulder. Realizing the game that House was playing, James decided that he could play it too. So, he wrapped both of his arms around him.

"No limits at all," he replied, half expecting House to be immediately turned off from the game. However, neither of them seemed to move from their position, and not one single complaint was uttered.

"Right...no limits. Good." House then spoke, and he shifted his body a little to get more comfortable before he looked back at the TV.

By the time the monster truck jam was over, House and James were still cuddled up together on the couch, and James had even taken to running his fingers through the thinning, greying hair that House had on his head.

"This doesn't change anything, does it?" House then asked, looking up at James, who had a content smile on his face.

"I don't think so," he shook his head. But that was a lie. They both knew that this changed everything.

"Good...because I don't like change."

"I know you don't."

[prometheusinitiative]

Map | Floor 6 | The Mall

Back to Maps Floor 7: The Slammer

The Food Court

The floor opens up into the food court. Neon lights, plastic chairs, aluminum tables, and checkered tile crowd around empty counters. Fried chicken, pizza, chinese food, hot dogs, cookies-- all the food court stalls are unmanned, but despite this, you can find fresh and hot food if you're willing to duck behind the counter to claim it for yourself.

Just don't forget to dump your trash and return your tray.

From the food court, you can see the rest of the mall.

The high ceiling feels unreal in the tower, and the skylights are... well, impossible, even if they seem to open up to the same sky as outside.

There isn't a hint of activity in the mall, and darkened storefronts feel huddled away from the natural daylight (or nightlight) pouring in. Most of these are shuttered, inaccessible to you and your curiosity. Damn.

Occasionally, shadows pass over you as you walk. Should you look up, you may find something staring down at you...

The Karaoke Shoppe

One may find the beckoning neon sign and faint musical sounds of the Karaoke Shoppe, animated with floating music notes. Inside there's a hall leading to several sound proofed rooms, each equipped with their own unique flavor of party hell.

Looks like you can find a pretty good selection here!

Gifts Imported

One store emits an inviting light, though as you edge closer you wonder if you've made a mistake.

Rows and rows of cringy """oriental""" knick knacks line the place from wall to wall. Balls of jade, lucky cats, golden dragon statues, stacks of manga, paper lanterns, washi tapes, boxes of pocky, it's the whole 9 yards of 2012 weeb-adjacent heaven.

Locked behind the glass display case, there's a selection of shitty katanas.

The Theater

One end of the mall hosts an expansive theater. At the kiosk you can find fresh, hot popcorn and working soda machines. As for the movies themselves...

Seems like you have the choices between Shrek (2001), The Tigger Movie (2000), Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla (2002), Prometheus (2012), The Wizard of Oz (1939), Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001) and The Princess Bride (1987).

You sit down to a showing and-- Huh? That's you on the screen? Seems like whoever sits together for a movie will see themselves replacing one of the characters on the screen. That's uncanny!

The Parking Garage

If you follow the signs to the exit, you find yourself standing in the parking garage.

It just keeps going... and going... and going... and...

There's cars, here and there. No keys, but... hm, that might not stop some of you.

[ludmithjacques]

Roll for Shoes

Roll for Shoes is a really fun, very simple TTRPG that has very few rules and a whole lot of improve. You should check out their website for details on that. I just ran the scenario ‘The Stranger’ from the site, and here are my notes on it:

Ragnarok, a town built on Pizza-making, surrounded by A Mountain to the North with the pepperoni mine, a pepperoni river to the east with bountiful topping-fishing, a cheese lake to the south that is irrigated towards the city, and large fields of grain to the west.

Alanna is the Sheriff.

Nelon is a Bounty Hunter, gets most work from catching pizza thieves.

Alise is Pig Spanker at the Piggery.

Alanna likes going to the shooting range, playing cards, and livestreaming on WesTube.com.

Nelon likes to go the Cheese Lake and drown his captives in the cheese, and eating a nice fresh slice.

Elise likes to [REDACTED]

Nelon is hunting a pigthief, riding his pizzabike. Nelon heads him off at the pass, but the pigs ate his bike.

At the Piggery, Alise is oiling some newly-manifested piglets. A piglet, freshly oiled, escapes! The Piggery's wolves will eat the pig if Alise can't catch it! Alise throws a hay bale at the wolf to try and stop it from eating the piglet...

Well, that's one less piglet to worry about...

Alanna does paperwork on stream following a drug raid from previous day. Production of narcotics from pizza ingredients in Ragnarok is legal, but strictly regulated. Alanna gets distracted and enters several WesTube account names instead of the perpetrators on the paperwork.

The Stranger arrives, just as Alanna pulls up to the Saloon in her shiny car, just as armed as he is. She follows him into the Saloon, ordering a glass of Wine.

Nelon deposits the pigs at the Piggery and goes to the Saloon to order a Pepperoni Cheese Slammer.

Alise walks in and orders a round of shots for the house while sobbing and just goes to town, telling all and sundry about the tragedy at the Piggery earlier that day.

Alanna promises to have a talk with the wolves later.

The Stranger challenges Alise to a duel because he thinks that the towns treatment of Pigs is fucking weird. Alise agrees.

Everyone but Nelon gets drunk.

At the time of the Duel, Alise has a nasty hangover but manages it with aplomb.

Alanna gives Alise her custom revolver to use during the duel.

Alise gets easily riled up by the Stranger's taunting, and when the duel starts she forgets to unsnap the little belt on the holster that keeps her gun in place, meaning she never even draws before the Stranger shoots her in the shoulder.

Downed, Alise is picked up by Nelon, who hands Alanna her fancy gun back and carries Alise to the Piggery.

In the pigpen, Alise attempts to get the pigs to render first aid, but they have no idea what she's grunting about and start to eat her. Before they can do more than a cursory gnaw, Nelon tells them to knock it off and help.

One pig grabs a first aid kit and puts it on Alise, and Nelon climbs in to finish the job.

Having witnessed their compassion, Nelon decides to work at the Piggery.

Having witnessed how quickly her beloved pigs would eat her, Alise has decided to take up Bounty Hunting instead.

Alanna, the Sheriff, informs the stranger he'd best be on his way, and after one last drink at the Saloon, he agrees, and rides off into the sunset.

[holylulusworld]

Interest

Request: Have you ever considered writing a mafia!reader x Dean? like maybe he need more money to help Sam in school but what he earn isn't enough so he start to hustle at pool but then he plays one of her men and when they took him to her, she doesn't punish him because she remember he and Sam were the only one not afraid to be her friends in school. She gives him one of her clean activity so he can help Sam and stay safe. I think it would be an interesting scenario to see 

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Mobster!Reader

Characters: Gadreel ‘the slammer’ Angel, Bobby ‘Papa’ Singer, Gabriel ‘dog around’ Angel, Ruby ‘the dame’ Demon

Warnings: angst, language, mobster business, mentions of abuse during childhood (implied), fluff

A/N: Please excuse the awful mobster nicknames. 😉; Gabriel and Gadreel are brothers for my story. (Please consider their surname, just like Ruby’s a joke)

Part 1 - Debts

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Enough, Gadreel,” you slam your hands onto the desk, glaring at the tall man. “You tried to bring Dean Winchester to the cleaners. Unlike you, he admitted that he tried to trick you and the others. Gabriel made a joke, Jimmy shrugged, calling himself an idiot. You are the only one not stopping to complain.”

“He tricked your men,” Gadreel grunts, jaw tense he holds your gaze. “If we show weakness, we lose everything you worked for, just like your father.”

“I said enough!” now you furiously grab the stapler to smash it into the wall. “I punished him. He had to quit his job, pay 15 percent of his income to me and you got your money back. Lousy two-hundred and fifty bucks, I may add. Jimmy lost six-hundred bucks,” you rub your forehead, not believing you have to explain yourself to one of your men. 

“That guy showed no respect, Y/N. He will get you into trouble and I am afraid it will not end well for him either,” arms crossed over his chest Gadreel won’t change his mind.

“Dean apologized. I know you do not like him or my decision but you’ll have to live with the fact I did not kill someone who only tried to make fast money to help his brother pay for Stanford. The brothers were the only ones not scared to play with me,” Gadreel’s features soften, knowing about your miserable childhood.

“Boss, I am worried, is all,” you nod, rounding the desk to pat Gadreel’s cheek. “I don’t want to lose you too. You’re the little sister I never had.”

“Gade, you are one of my best men and I appreciate your worry, but Dean won’t get me into trouble. Now back to the numbers. Do I need to know anything else?”

“How is he doing, Bobby? Do you think it was the right decision to let him work here?” Bobby nods, pointing toward Dean who works on a car. The muscles in his arms flex when he lifts a tire to carry it toward the car and you feel your stomach do somersaults.

“Boy is good at his job, Y/N. Talented, fast, and a hard-working man. Worked overtime yesterday to help me fix another car,” Bobby hums, watching Dean work at the car, fixating the tire. “If he paid his debts, I’d like to keep him, boss.”

“Me too,” you giggle, bumping your hips against Bobby’s. “I never thought I met the boy who gave me my first kiss again. It is an odd feeling having him around. Dean is so…,” in lack of the right word you look at Bobby.

“Normal? Not used to doing anything illegal?” Bobby offers, giving you a warm smile. “I know you never wanted to take over the family business, but you are doing well kiddo. Dean, he’s a nice guy, and maybe he’ll bring a bit of normalcy into your life.”

“Normalcy or another life lost because of me? Do you believe my concurrence will not take advantage of me having a normal guy in my life? Dean would always be in danger, Gadreel made me see my mistake,” you sigh, not taking your eyes off Dean.

“That is bull, you know it. Gadreel is a jealous idjit, nothing else. Dean is a good guy and the old times are over. We are civilized, make deals, and have conversations instead of killing each other. This town is peaceful thanks to you and your men,” your godfather pecks your cheek before he calls for Dean.

“Lunch, boy. Look who came around to join us,” Dean smiles cheekily, waving at you. “Y/N will have lunch with us, and you can discuss your debts, interest and if she needs more practice to become as good as you at hustling pool,” Bobby snickers when Dean nods eagerly.

“I like the pie, sweetheart,” Dean chokes on his words, looking at you with wide, even fearful eyes. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” You chuckle, patting Dean’s hand to let him know it was nothing to worry about.

“I remembered you like pie, Dean. But,” clearing your throat you place the fork onto your plate, becoming serious, “the pie is not the only reason I came here. You see, you paid back eight-hundred bucks over the last weeks.”

“Do I need to pay interest too?” desperately looking at you Dean let out a deep sigh when you shake your head. 

“Bobby wants you to stay and work for him when you are done. He’s impressed and likes you, Dean,” you offer, glancing at Dean. “You’ll have 15 percent more per month when your debts are paid.”

“I make more money here minus 15 percent than at my old job. It’s just,” you nod, clearing your throat as Dean tries to tell you he doesn’t like your kind of business.

“The garage is one of my few legal businesses, Dean. Nothing illegal, I swear,” he gives you a soft smile, holding out his hand to seal the deal. “I appreciate you want to work for me, Mr. Winchester.”

“Dean, ma’am. I am not my father,” you groan at the mention of Dean’s father. “You never liked him…”

“He was an ass, Dean. All he did was yelling at you, forcing you to raise your brother and not caring if you got anything for lunch. Your father was, excuse my language, an asshole,” adamant your cross your arms over your chest. “And he ruined our first kiss.”

“My ass was black and blue,” Dean grins, stealing another bite of the pie you bought, “but the kiss was worth it, Y/N.”

“It was,” you smirk, leaning closer to remove a crumb from Dean’s lips with your thumb. His tongue pokes out to lick it off your digit and you feel your heart flutter. “You know, it was my first kiss, Winchester.”

“I am shocked, sweetheart,” snickering Dean looks at you, giving you a boyish smile. “Never thought you were such a prude. Never been kissed at the age of eight.”

“How about we talk about permanent employment tonight? We can have dinner and discuss the details. I’d like to talk about your living situation too,” you watch Dean’s face fall. “I know you live at a motel close to the garage.”

“Last month, I didn’t have enough money for rent and Sammy’s study. I had to choose and,” while you watch Dean, adoration in your eyes, he feels ashamed.

“You are a good big brother, Dean, the best,” you get up to peck his cheek. He’s nervously mumbling something when you do it again. “I own the house across the street to my house. I wanted to sell it or rent it out. You can live there until you found a new apartment.”

Dean wants to protest, but you grip his chin tightly, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“I wasn’t asking, Dean. You played with my men, stole their money so I have no other choice and must keep an eye on you,” when he finally nods you pat his cheek, nodding before you leave the room, swallowing the lump in your throat.

How should you admit you want him to be around? How could you explain you missed someone normal, someone, who has no blood on his hands in your life?

Would Dean even understand how it feels to be surrounded by people who took lives?

“Burger, pizza, and pie,” Dean smiles widely at your choice of food. “I think I died and ended up in heaven.”

“Back to business before you pass out,” you snicker, watching Dean stuff food into his mouth. “I got a contract prepared. You will get the wage you got, plus the missing 15 percent. If you keep up the good work, you’ll get more in a few months.”

“Sounds fair to me,” nibbling at a fry Dean looks at the contract. “Shall I sign it tonight or tomorrow?”

“You should read it first, Dean. Maybe I included you will sell your soul to me or something,” you tease, poking Dean’s upper arm, causing him to chuckle.

“If you are the devil, I’d sell my soul to you in the blink of an eye, sweetheart. I mean, not that I am stupid, I know your business, it’s filled with violence, blood, and illegal stuff, still, you kinda kept a part of the ‘old’ Y/N.” Dean watches you swallow thickly, not wanting to give away you had to do things you hate.

“I am not the girl from back then, Dean. I did things, awful things to keep my father’s empire. Not that I wanted to, but I am not innocent either,” bringing your bottle of beer to your lips you sigh deeply.

“Anyone in your position would’ve killed me, or at least broke my patella. You showed mercy, Y/N,” Dean gives you a soft smile, followed by a grin. “Do you remember when we stole booze from my dad?”

“Damn, we were drunk as fuck,” you giggle, stealing a fry from Dean’s plate. “My father, he didn’t let me leave my room for two weeks. I could only go to school and back.”

“Dad, he,” nodding you watch Dean nervously play with his beer, peeling at the label. “John showed me what happens if I ever dare to drink before I turn twenty-one. Maybe that’s the reason I barely drink anything harder than beer.” You would laugh at Dean’s words but now you imagine what John did to your friend.

“If anything does not feel right for you, Dean, you have the right to tell me so. I want to know if any of my men treat you badly or threatens you,” you hand Dean another beer while he gives you a soft smile. “You are officially under my protection, Dean Winchester.”

He looks up at you, giving you a cocky grin. “Always wanted to have my private bodyguard, sweetheart. Sammy will freak out.”

“How is he? Did he grow even more?” Dean huffs, nodding. “Don’t tell me he’s taller than you,” you poke your finger into Dean’s chest, snickering as he nods again.

“He’s taller, freaking sasquatch, Y/N,” whilst Dean gets his phone out to show you the latest pictures of his brother, someone enters the room without knocking.

Gadreel does not like you placed your hand onto Dean’s shoulder to have a look at his phone.

“Boss, Ruby said she got all the things of that guy,” your head snaps upward watching Ruby, one of the few women in your organization, waltz into the room. 

“The guy has a name, Gadreel. As long as he’s under my protection, you’ll pay him respect, as much as he did by apologizing and admitting his mistakes. It takes courage to do so, don’t you think?” Gadreel nods, but you can see the anger in his eyes. 

“I got everything, including a freaking huge collection of Busty Asian Beauties magazines,” Ruby smirks, watching a blush creep into Dean’s cheeks. “Even the early ones. I must admit, I am impressed.”

“Uh-erm, those are not all mine,” Dean stammers, playing with the napkin on his lap. “Some are from my dad.”

“Don’t be ashamed,” Ruby hops onto the table, stealing fries from Dean’s plate. “I must say, you’ve got a great taste. I liked Voluptuous Asian Lovelies, vintage but damn hot.”

“Can we stop talking about magazines and come to the point where you explain why you let him move into the house you wanted to sell?” Gadreel will not let up, even dares to step into your personal space, causing Ruby to step between you and the tall man. “You shouldn’t benefit his behavior. He shouldn’t live in that house.”

“You are right,” Gadreel smirks, hearing you will give in. “Dean should live here, in my house to make sure he’s safe from any enemy,” you purse your lips, glaring up at Gadreel. “I do not like your tone, Gadreel. I never thought the day would come that you are not the most trusted person among my men.”

“Boss, Y/N,” gasping Gadreel visually flinches at your words. “I only tried to keep you safe. Spare you another mistake.”

“Another mistake,” you laugh bitterly before your hand collides with his cheek. “My husband was not a mistake. I loved him, Gade. I know you never respected him, but I did love him. I dare you to ever mention him again.”

“Gadreel, brother,” Gabriel steps into the room, “how dare you to talk about him. We agreed to never mention that person again.”

“Why?” Gadreel furrows his brows. “As no one dares to admit he was a rat, sneaking his way into Y/N’s heart, bed, and house? Do you remember what I had to do to keep you safe?” 

“I’ll never forget, Gadreel. The man saving me back then was my friend, my sworn ally. Are you still that man or did jealousy and anger change you, Gadreel?” the room falls silent as he looks at you, giving you a sad smile.

“I am sorry, Y/N. I…I crossed a line and need to ask for your forgiveness. It will never happen again…” Gadreel excuses himself, almost running out of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” Ruby blurs out. “I’ll check on him,” she looks at Dean’s phone, licking her lips. “Nice little brother, though. Maybe bring him around next time…”

“Ruby!” She smirks, running out of the room to talk to Gadreel.

“That’s the bedroom, the bathroom is through this door. My bedroom is at the end of the hallway. Kitchen on the first floor,” you show Dean the guest room, while he looks around the large room.

“Y/N, Gadreel was right,” Dean looks at you, feeling his heart beat faster when you step closer to place one hand onto his heart, “I shouldn’t…” you press your lips to Dean’s, cupping the back of his neck. 

“I decide who I let into my life, Dean. If you want to stay, you will stay. Your brother can come around if he wants to visit you,” pecking his lips again you smile as Dean cradles your face to kiss you back, a bit too eager. “Slow down, tiger. Let’s see if you can keep up with my poker skills.”

“Sweetheart, you met your master…”

>> Part 3

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[queenraikichi94]

Alola, Alola P3! (SM/USUM Drabble)

Since @piershoesz​ did the two frist parts, I decided to do the third part! Hope you like it :3

“C’mon, Guzma! Show me how stronger you got!!”

“I’ll do it, and ya’ll see it!”

Raikichi smirked feeling the soft Alolan breeze playing with her hair. She was in front of Guzma, facing him. They’ve spoken with Hala to get his permission to have a Pokemon battle in Iki Town, and after getting Hala’s permission, both Raikichi and Guzma were now ready to battle. Runa and Alphy were cheering their respective parents, and Alex and Piers couldn’t help but laugh, seeing how excited both kids were. 

This battle wasn’t the first one between the World Champion and the former Team Skull leader, but it would be the first one they would have in a friendly way since their last battle was when Guzma decided to go to Galar and he ended messing things and getting defeated by Raikichi’s powerful Corviknight.

“Let’s do this, Golisopod!” Guzma said choosing Golisopod

“Golisopod...You are very predictible” Raikichi replied “Glaceon, let’s show them that we are going serious”

Glaceon jumped to the battlefield and hissed, her fur bristly as she glared at Golisopod. Professor Kukui would be the referee in the battle, and when he told them that the battle had started, Guzma made the first move. “Golisopod, First Impression!”

“Glaceon, Iron Tail!”

Both moves colished and both Pokemon weren’t going to take a step back, but after both Pokemon didn’t get the other move, they returned with their trainers. “Golisopod has turned stronger. It seems that you work and training with Hala has been good for you and your Pokemon” Raikichi said smirking “But let’s get this to the next level! Glaceon, use Hail!!”

The clouds covered the sky and a strong hail started to fall. Runa chirped happily cause she knew that when her mother used that move, things would turn exciting. Piers laughed and ruffled his daughter’s hair as Alphy looked at his mother, confused. “Don’t be afraid, dear” Alex said “This hail will dissapear once the battle is over”

“R-Really?”

Alex nodded and then, they focused on the battle. Golisopod started to have problems due the hail that hitted him, and Glaceon was taking advantage of it since her specially ability, Snow Coat, activated. “Glaceon, Quick Attack!” Raikichi ordered “Keep it and now, Iron Tail!”

Glaceon hitted Golisopod on one of his legs, making him kneel down. “C’mon, Golisopod, use Liquidation!”

“Stop it with Ice Beam!”

Both moves colished in the air. Golisopod got onto his feet as Glaceon hissed and smirked. “Now, girl, use Ice Shard!”

“Use your arms to block them!”

Golisopod obeyed, but despite that, he took some damage of that Ice Shard, and Raikichi knew that it was the time to show her secret weapon. “Let’s do this, Glaceon!” she said activation her Icinium Z that was shining on her Z Power Ring “ From the coldest and hardest blizzards, from the most beautiful winters you rise up and shows your eternal beauty, shining with the first rays of the winter sun” Raikichi said “Glaceon, use Subzero Slammer!!!”

The Z move hitted Golisopod, and after the dust dissapeared, Kukui claimed Raikichi as the winner since Golisopod fainted. The hail dissappeared with the clouds, and the sun started to shine again. With a sigh, Guzma took Golisopod back to his Pokeball as Raikichi gave Glaceon a Citrus Berry. “You did great, girl” she said stroking her fur before looking at Guzma “You have really improved a lot, Guzma.”

“But I can’t defeat you” he said with a sigh

“Nobody can’t defeat my wife” Piers said kissing her cheek as Runa asked her mother to pick her up. Raikichi chuckled as she picked her daughter up “But Raikichi is right; it was a very good battle”

“Daddy, daddy!” Alphy said as his father picked him up “You are very strong!”

“You aren’t dissapointed with me loosing the battle, kiddo?”

“Of course he isn’t, dear” Alex said with a soft smile “He really enjoyed seeing you enjoying battling againts Raikichi”

“As the Kahuna I am, I have to say that this time was one of the first times I could see you really enjoying in a battle” Hala said laughing

“Like the old times” Raikichi said “When we used to battle before...Well...Let’s change the topic, ‘kay?” she added before seeing her Rotom Phone showing her a missing call from her uncle Nanu “Oh, I think we should go back to Ula Ula. We agreed to meet my uncle in Malie City”

After picking up their things, they said goodbye to Hala and Kukui and went back to Ula Ula using a ship to go to the island. Runa and Alphy were amazed, seeing the different Pokemon that were living in the sea. “Momma, momma. We’ve seen a pretty Pokemon in the water!” Runa said

“And how it was it?” Raikichi said

Both Runa and Alphy described it as they could and then, Raikichi chuckled and told her Rotom Phone to search the Pokemon. “I think you’ve seen Finneon and its evolution, Lumineon” she said

“It’s very pretty!!” both kids said

“And I saw a weird Corsola” Runa added “It was pink...”

“That’s because that Corsola is the original one. In Galar we have the regional variant” her mother said

Both kids made an ‘o’ with their mouths before returning to see more Pokemon, followed by Runa’s Alolan Meowth. “Both are full energyzed, aren’t they?” Piers asked smiling softly 

“Yes, they are” Raikichi said smiling as well “Oh, look, we’re going to arrive to Ula Ula”

The ship arrived to the docks and both families went to meet Nanu, who was waiting for them there. “Where did you have your phone, kiddo?” he asked Raikichi

“Sorry, I was battling and I didn’t hear the phone” she said and Nanu laughed 

“Momma, I’m hungry” Runa said pouting a bit, and then, Meowth meowed, asking for food.

“Alright, alright” Raikichi said smiling “Let’s go to have lunch.”

“I booked a table at the most famous sushi restaurant in all Alola” Nanu said and the groupd followed him.

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“Are you talking seriously?” Alex asked surprised 

“Of course I am” Raikichi said “That battle I had with Guzma was the trial he had to pass. Hala asked me to do that cause he wanted to make sure that Guzma was ready to recieve a Z Ring”

“But Guzma doesn’t like Z moves...”

“Because he felt that he didn’t deserve them”

Both young women remaint in silence as they prepared the things they would use to prepare some pizzas. It was near night and both Runa and Alphy were still sleeping on the couch at Nanu’s place. They’ve fallen asleep after having lunch, the little girl hugging her Meowth, and they were still sleeping so peacefully that Guzma said that they looked like little sleeping Furrets. Nanu was watching the battle training between Piers and Guzma as Glaceon, Persian and Mimikyu watched over the kids. 

“So...When he will recieve the Z Ring?” Alex asked helping Raikichi with the food

“Not very soon, but not very late” she said “Hala has to do a bit more trials for Guzma, but trust me when I say that he’s showing that he deserves to have one. But of course, it isn’t enough with Hala and mine’s recognition; Guzma also needs Tapu Koko’s recognition since he’s training with Hala, who is the Kahuna of Melemele. But I hope you keep this in secret since Guzma can’t know about this. Hala wants to keep this as a surprise until the proper moment”

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed”

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“Whoa! Those pizzas look really delicious!” Piers said with his eyes shining

“You’ve made a lot of them” Guzma said 

“Well, I think it’s time for Runa and Alphy to try new food, and since these pizzas are home made...” Raikichi said “We’ve made them only with fresh ingredients!”

“Pizza, pizza!” both kids chirped happily and their parent’s couldn’t help but laugh

“Easy there, kids” Nanu said cutting the pizzas in portions “Let me cut the pizzas firsts”

The kids tried a little bite of the pizzas and when they said they wanted to eat all the portion they were given, the adults chuckled. They enjoyed the dinner sharing stories and anecdotes that made them laugh some times. 

Three hours later, Piers was sleeping, with Runa on his arms, and her Meowth curled next to her. Guzma and Alex were sleeping as well, with Alphy sleeping between them. Raikichi was helping her uncle to wash the dishes. “I really enjoy having you here around, kiddo” Nanu said drying his hands when they finished washing the dishes “Things turned different when you left Alola and went to Galar the first time”

“But you have Acerola visiting you, uncle”

“Yeah, but it isn’t the same” he said with a sigh “I’m still acommodating to have Guzma around, specially after what he has done to you”

“Uncle, listen to me” Raikichi said “Guzma has really changed. I wasn’t sure of seeing him changing, but he has showed me that he had really changed. He has a wife and a son, and he and Piers turned to be friends. So don’t worry, ‘kay? Now, let’s go to sleep.”

Nanu nodded and after seeing his niece removing her glassed and laying down next to her daughter, getting the kid between her and Piers, he went to his room, followed by his loyal Persian.

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@piershoesz​ I hope you like this!! OwO

[ilivelikeimtrying]

Big Hero 6 Age Swap AU prt. 2

Before the Fire

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I always had this headcanon that Tadashi was kind of shy as a kid, with a little bit of social anxiety that he got through over time.

In the Age Swap AU he's even more shy, but with his brave moments, like at the showcase or standing up to someone.

Hiro and Tani had been friends since they were kids, her being a year younger then Hiro, and she was often asked by Aunt Cass to babysit Tadashi, who became her figurative little brother.

When it came to people she made it a rule that if he didn't want to interact with them, he didn't have to, she could handle all the socializing for the both of them.

Did he abuse this rule? Yes. Did she know and allow him to do it anyways because she just couldn't say no? Also yes.

She shrugged off Hiro's "You're spoiling him."

Though, being babysat by her often meant hanging out with the other kids she watched.

Her fierce little half sister Lucy Tomago (Gogo), Lucy's very tall and peppy friend Hallarija Aiko Rosita Rodriguez (Honey Lemon), the very up beat kid with a dragon beannie Fred Fredrickson (... Fred🤷🏽‍♂️, or Fredzilla if you prefer) and a very put together (and also tall) kid who was always slightly irritated with the up beat one, Michael Mpendwa Javos.

(Fred gave them their nicknames later on.)

They all became best friends and hung out with each other whenever they could.

And even though they were his best friends, Hiro would always be at the top of the list for Tadashi's bestes friend.

They did most everything together! Was Hiro a little over protective? Sure, but who wouldn't be?

When Hiro was 13 he started bot fighting, Tani never far behind when he did.

Hiro gratuated Highschool at 16 in this AU, Tani being 14 when she did.

She "got out of the big house just to be thrown back into a bigger slammer", as she stated, her parents making her sign up for the showcase right after she graduated.

Hiro was reluctant to sign up, but after some convincing from his Aunt (and Tani's threats) he also entered the showcase.

The gang themselves were baffling everyone with how smart they are. It's not everyday you see a group of teens skipping grades togehter, it was admittingly, very impressive.

And though Fred wasn't really making the grades, they would never leave him behind in anything. The were a team after all. "A gang o' hooligans" as Tani playfully calls them. And they all agreed that the gang wouldn't be the same without each individual person.

Sure there were people who told them to "ditch him" or "you guys should lose her" when one of them wasn't present, and often those people would find themselves either: being ignored, getting a good scolding or leaving with a black eye (the last one done by Gogo).

Tani and Hiro had a falling out with each other when they were 16/17.

No one ever really knew why, but they hadn't spoken with each other since. Tani moving to Manhattan right after.

But the group never disbanded, it only grew stronger inspite of the teenage drama they witnessed.

Fred is the one who mostly sent them all on adventures or to go somewhere fun (Comicon being fun).

(That's not fair of me, it is fun.)

Gogo is the dare devil of the group, taking them to do exciting activities or something dangerous (that isn't illegal).

Honey Lemon would convince them to go shopping with her, or go to fashion shows, or art galleries. They're all weak to say no and are generally afraid of Gogo if they do.

Wasabi often takes them to go watch old movies with him, or to do things like bonsai or Tai-Chi. Or even just to enjoy a nice cup of tea at his place.

Tadashi is, honestly? Just here for the ride, but loves to take them to charity things or pizza places, or to science expos (which they all enjoyed. It was even more exciting when Gogo found a way to sneak them in).

They're favorite places to hang out however will always be the Café or the park.

Honey Lemon always sticks to Gogo when they go out, Fred takes the lead for fun in most (all) of their outtings, and Tadashi likes to stick by Wasabi, and though goofing off with Fred, gossiping with Honey Lemon, and competing with Gogo is all really fun, he's still shy and anxious outside of his friends group and isn't always as bold as the three, even Wasabi's bolder then him sometimes, so he likes to stay close.

They were all so different, but complemented each other in every way. It wouldn't be the same if one of them wasn't there.

Like Wasabi says:

There's a place for everything, and everythings in it's place.

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Again, sorry if I miss spelled something.

I'm gonna be making these in parts, this one is "Before the Fire". Showing how somethings came to be. If I missed something or want to know something, just ask🤷🏽‍♂️.

Prt. 3 to come later

Thanks for reading🖐🏼

[thelittlestcheshire]

Self Para ( Open House 2.0 )

To say Ches was at her limit with Chad currently was an understatement, if she didn’t ditch him and stay away from him soon, she was going to lose it. After his little fit during the activity, and everything else that had gone on today, if she didn’t go someplace nobody could mention Callie and Chad were looking for her or ‘oh it’s your turn to watch him,’ at this point all her attempts to not hurt him like she was tempted to would be in vain. As she walked through the halls with him and tried her best to tune him out, she was brainstorming less violent ways to deal with him. As much as she wanted to knock him out, tie him up, and run away - Dom had a point. As much as she hated to admit it, Chad was a child. A child that reminded her oh too much of her brother, but a child nonetheless.

Then she notices the cart next to the janitor closet. The man is nowhere in sight as she notices the glint of metal keys resting on the cart as they approach, an idea actually clicks. Maybe she couldn’t tie him up and run away, but she could lock him up and flee the scene. Sure, she’d still get into trouble, but at least she wouldn’t get a lawsuit on top of whatever Luxor would give her. “And you got a touchdown?” She questions, pretending she’s actually interested in the story he’s telling as she sneaks the keys off the cart. “That’s so cool, actually kinda hot.” She winks at him, even as the thought of Chad being considered hot by anyone makes her want to vomit all over his shiny black shoes. “So hot, in fact, I have a challenge for you, babe. If you win, I’ll let you kiss me.”

That gets Chad’s attention, much to her annoyance. “Why do we even have to do the challenge? I’m the best, you know I’m going to win.” He boasts. The smile Ches gives him is sickly sweet as she tries to hide all the disgust in her tone.

“Sure, but girls like a chase, and when a girl is happy, they give better kisses. I’m sure you’ll fly right through it, but appearances, appearances.”

“What’s the challenge?” There’s a glint in his eyes that feels oh so familiar, between living with Jamie for years and seeing her own reflection in the mirror. A tiger stalking their prey, but this time, Chad wasn’t a cat. He was the mouse.  “We’re going to play hide and seek.” She explains as she starts to move the cart a bit more out of the way. “You go into here to count, starting only after I shut the door, and after you count to 60 you use everything you’ve learned on today’s tour to come and find me. If you find me before the hour is up, you get a kiss. If you don’t, well, does it matter what happens if you don’t? We both know you will!” She tells him as she unlocks the door.

“That’s all? I’ll find you in no time!” Chad grins as he walks into the room, “now run along - the sooner you leave, the sooner I get my kiss!” He doesn’t need to tell her twice, because she shuts the door once she can hear him start to count, she’s locking the door behind her and darting off. She waits till she’s near the exit to ditch the keys, tossing them in the trash before she starts heading in the direction of the student parking lot.

Maybe she’d go grab herself a pizza, possibly drop by the mall for a little and pick up some more perfume if she had the time. Until the administration noticed her missing, she was going to take all the self-care time she could sneak herself. After dealing with Chad, she’d earned it.

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She was about finished with eating what she could of the pizza she ordered when her phone starts to ring. “Ches’s Pizza Delivery Service, may I take your order?” She answers with a laugh, expecting it to be her Logan yelling at her about the school calling again or her roommate asking her where the fuck she was when she hears who’s actually on the other end of the line.

“Ches, quick question, why am I one of your emergency contacts?” Zander seems surprised, honestly, for a moment Ches actually has to pause to think about her emergency contact form. Logan was her primary - listed under her father, her father’s office was filled in the mother slot in case they ‘couldn’t reach him on his cell phone, always call that first’, and Emmett was her first option if nobody could reach a parent. Between the three of them, she never thought there’d actually be a chance nobody would answer the phone. She’d just used it as a throwaway slot, honestly, after all, it wasn’t like she had anyone else who’d care if you called them for an emergency once you went through the first three contacts anyway. What could her grandparents do from Paris? They were about 6 hours ahead of NY, late enough in the day you wouldn’t be able to get ahold of them without waking them up.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind because you’re already Balo’s and I never thought someone would need to call the last person on the list? Now, you didn’t answer my question about pizza. If it factors in any way, the delivery driver is really cute. I’d order one just to see her. ”

“No, I don’t want a pizza. I do want to know why I got dragged into the office asking if I knew where you went apparently since we’re so close I’m your emergency contact you must have told me all about your plans of locking your kid in the janitors closet, which by the way, you taking the keys with you made getting him out a bit harder than it had to be.” He got dragged into the office to ask about her whereabouts? Well, that wasn’t a part of the plan.  “You should have told me you added me to your updated list, Ches. It would have been a good thing to mention, especially since the only thing I could tell someone about your medical history is ‘deathly allergic to tuna.’”

“Fine, I’ll bring you back some knots though just because I love you!” She gets up to walk over to the counter, moving her phone off her ear when she reaches it. “Can I order a dozen garlic knots too? To go, this time, please!” She’s already pulling out her card to pay when she hears Zander groan on the other line.

“For fuck's sake, Ches. Do you even realize how much trouble you’re in right now? You locked a kid in the fucking closet.”

“Oh, I knew that before I even did it but I figured hurting him would be worse, so I left before I got to that point. Plus, it’s not like I actually took the keys off-campus. I tossed them in the bin near the exit closest to the student parking lot, it seemed like a good place to ditch them.”

“You threw out the janitor’s keys? Hailey, I swear to god-” She can hear him moving on the other end of the line, the frustration clear in his voice as he calls her by her first name. Before she can even point out how rude that was, he’s speaking again. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this. Now I've gotta go fish keys out of the trash.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” She reminds him as she sits down at the table to wait for the garlic knots, starting to close the pizza box with one hand as she talks. “Just because you know where they are doesn’t mean you have to bring them back for me.”

“Oh, I’m not bringing them back for you. I’m meeting you in the student parking lot and you’re returning them yourself. What kind of pizza did you get?”

“Hawaiian, why?” After all, he just said he didn’t want pizza, so surely it didn’t matter what kind of pizza she had run off to go eat.

“Because I didn’t expect I was going to have to dumpster drive to ensure you only get detention, I’ve changed my mind. Knowing you, you have leftovers and I want a few slices to go with my knots, finish up and meet me in the parking lot. And no, finishing up doesn’t include a mall trip so don’t even try it.” He knew her too well, that was apparent as a smile cracks on his lips.

“You know, you’re actually kinda sexy when you’re laying down the law, Zan. You should do it more often.” She teases him, wagging her eyebrows as if he could actually see her messing with him at the moment. “Are you sure you don’t want me to try to hook you up with one of my friends? I bet-”

“Goodbye, Ches. I’ll see you when you get back.” He sounds amused at least before the call ends with a click. She sighs, looking at the time. At least she’d gotten about an hour without Chad before she got a phone call asking where she had run off to. There was no way of twisting what she said in a way she’d have to kiss Chad.

That was a relief.

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Zander indeed was waiting for Ches when she pulled back into the parking lot and parked her car. “Well, hello Mr. Driskell, fancy running into you.” She jokes as she gets out of the car, “food’s in the passenger seat. You’ve got the goods?” She holds her hand out for the janitor closet’s key, curling her fingers around them as he drops them into her hand.

“You’re lucky I need you for Shakespearean Studies’ group projects, Ches. I can’t believe I had to dig through the trash for keys.”

“I’m lucky you like garlic knots, you mean.” She jokes, handing him her car keys. “Make sure she’s locked when you’re done, I’ll find you to get them back later. I’m off to return these.” She dangles the janitor’s keys, letting the clinking fill the air. “Thanks for saving my ass, I owe you one, Zan.” She doesn’t wait for a response before she darts off. Maybe she was in trouble, but she had to admit, if she didn’t return the keys she’d probably be in even deeper shit then she was to start off with. She doesn’t stop to talk to anyone, just heads straight to the office. “I came to drop these off and receive the verdict for my punishment.” She tells the secretary, before the person at the desk can even call into the office, however, she hears an oh too familiar voice.

“Miss Elswood, I assume Mr. Driskell was able to get a hold of you. Come into my office.”

She takes a deep breath before she turns to follow them into the office to hear what her punishment would be.

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Icarus (Zan 🙈): So how long are you in the slammer for, Chessie? Ches: Week in detention, and I’m probably gonna have people watching me for the rest of the day to make sure I’m not locking Chad in any more closets or something worse. I think I”m gonna just be good, quiet, and peacefully serve my time, pretty sure I got off lucky after the key thing. LOL

And with that, she puts her phone back into her bag, takes a deep breath, and goes back into the fray.

[syntax6]

Date Night

(I have these bits of Hunter fic that currently live nowhere but my computer, so I am giving them a public airing.)

From her spot in the parking lot, McCall eyed the squat, brick, nearly windowless building and thought with some relief that it very much did not look like the kind of place that one went for a date. Granted, when Hunter told her to bring her bowling ball and meet him at the alley, it hadn’t sounded like a date then, either, but it was Friday night, they were a couple of unattached, opposite-sex adults, and the two of them were deliberately spending off-duty time together. For like the eighth Friday night in a row. With some Saturday nights thrown in for good measure.

Back in college, she’d had some girlfriends who claimed to have accidental sex on occasion. McCall was never sure quite how the accident was supposed to have occurred. Sorry, I tripped and didn’t see your penis there…apologies! But now McCall had, if not an understanding, an appreciation of how relationships could take an unexpected twist, almost without you noticing at all.

At first, it was very clearly not dating or anything remotely like it. She’d had a quarter ounce of metal dug out of her spine a few months ago, a tiny fraction of alloy with the power to change human history, even if she was the only human involved. They’d offered the bullet back to her once it was no longer evidence, and although she had held hundreds, thousands, in her hands, this one had felt impossibly light. She’d felt light, too, at times transparent like the ghost she might have been, tethered to the earthly world only by frustration and pain as she fought to regain control of her body and her life. But at other times, it was a different kind of light, a happy giddy kind as she realized she was still around to enjoy chocolate fudge ice cream, long bubble baths, and beating the snot out of Hunter at gin rummy.

It was natural back then that he came around on his off hours; he was working, she was not. They had ordered takeout and rented old movies, talking and eating and laughing until one or both of them ended up asleep on her sofa—or, if she were feeling particularly achy on that occasion, in her bed. She hadn’t questioned the physical intimacy because all sorts of doctors and therapists had been touching her at that point—she’d initially needed a lot of help—and so if Hunter helped her off with her sweater or rubbed the feeling back into her feet it was just more of the same.

Except then she got better and still they had movie nights. That was okay, right? Friends did that sort of thing. It wasn’t like she was hot to get back into the dating scene. She could only imagine how that would go:

So…what have you been up to lately? Oh, just having major spinal surgery and coming to grips with my mortality—yourself?

She figured eventually there would be a Friday when Hunter would rather chase some scantily clad blonde than sit on the couch with her, and that would be that. But so far, he just kept asking her out, and alarmingly, she just kept right on accepting.

Okay, it wasn’t alarming at first, she reminded herself as she got out of the car. It had only gotten weird last weekend after the pizza and that second bottle of wine at his place. An impromptu game of footsie broke out when he tried to steal her end of the ottoman, one that ended with his legs pinning hers down and her squirming and giggling.

“I knew you were trouble when I first saw you,” he’d said.

“You’re the one who came looking for me,” she’d reminded him as she had continued trying to get away, albeit not trying very hard. It was late and she was full of wine and pizza. “If I’m trouble, you like it.”

“Maybe.” He’d grinned and leaned over, ostensibly to stop her struggling, but it put him deeply in her personal space. “But you liked me back.”

“Actually, I thought you were a pain in the ass.”

“Hmm. What I’m hearing is that you were checking out my ass.”

She’d laughed. “No, that was you, checking me out. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Honey, you were standing on a street corner in hot pants. The entire world noticed.” His voice had dropped to a suggestive murmur, and she’d become acutely aware that he was lying almost on top of her, their legs intertwined and his mouth only inches from hers. Heat had flooded her face. “Besides,” he’d continued, sliding his hand around from her hip to the small of her back, bringing their bodies closer together. “I wasn’t checking you out. I was just trying to figure out where you kept your gun.”

It’s upstairs, in the bedroom. The response had been right there, so easy. She just had to say the words and see what would happen next. But she’d hesitated and the moment broke apart, Hunter rolling off of her and moving to turn up the lights. Show’s over, folks.

At least this Friday their non-date was on neutral, if strange, turf. Lenny Z’s bowling alley was dark and smelled like cigarettes and beer. The decor was tacky and weird--old bowling trophies, 70s movie posters, and what looked like a collection of water pistols mounted on the wall. She found Hunter waiting for her near the shoe rental, dressed in a dark gray T-shirt and the usual jeans that went on forever. He was holding a bowling ball bag and chewing a toothpick—my, the man certainly did like to keep his mouth busy, didn’t he—and he stuck out like a sore thumb as practically the only white guy in the joint.

“Hi,” she said, looking him up and down. “No ‘Slammer’ shirt this evening?”

“It’s at the dry cleaner,” he said as he tossed away the toothpick. “I see you brought your ball with you. How’s it working out?”

She hefted the bag with the ball in it, which he had gifted her with some months ago—after her other serious stay in the hospital. “I don’t know. This will be my first time using it.”

Hunter smirked. “Virgin ball, eh? You want me to oil it down for you?”

“Ew, no. Keep your hands on your own ball, thank you.” Around them, the place vibrated with the loud thunk of balls hitting the alleyway and the smack of pins crashing down. The crowd was heavily male and older, with an especially rowdy group or two over in the corner. One sported red shirts with black trim, and the other wore gold shirts with black lettering. “This is an…interesting spot you picked to get together tonight, Hunter.”

“I didn’t pick it,” he said, and before she could inquire further, a familiar voice called out to them.

“Sergeants! Welcome! Thank you so much for coming out on this fine spring evening.” McCall shot Hunter the ‘what the hell have you gotten us into now’ look as Sporty James approached, arms spread out as wide as his smile.

“Sporty,” she said by way of greeting. “I didn’t realize you were a bowler.”

“I am a man of many talents, McCall. Too numerous to mention.”

“Let’s not mention them, then,” Hunter said, deadpan. “You’re the one who asked for this meeting, Sporty, so get to it: what is it we’re doing here?”

McCall was interested in the answer, but her attention was momentarily drawn to the glint on Sporty’s bowling shoes. “Are those rhinestones?”

“Fashion first, last, and always, Sergeant.”

She noticed then that Sporty seemed to come from the red-shirted tribe, and up close, she could see that the lettering said ‘Black Cats,’ complete with a feline logo. “The Black Cats?” she asked him. “You didn’t up and join a gang on us, did you, Sporty?”

“You wound me,” he said, pretending to pout. “This here is my bowling league. Cats because we are of course hep cats, and black because, well…” He gestured at his face as though it should be obvious. “It’s the finals tonight, us against the Golden Oldies, and we’re going to take those suckers down.”

Hunter rubbed his face with one hand. “And you called us down here because…?”

“Because the Golden Oldies are a bunch of lyin’, cheatin’, no-good sleazy-ass—“

“We get the picture,” McCall said, interrupting him by laying a hand on his arm. “That still doesn’t explain why you called us.”

“They’re cheating. Doctoring the balls mid-game, I suspect, but I haven’t been able to catch them at it. That’s where I was hoping you two fine officers could provide some assistance.”

“We’re homicide detectives,” McCall said, folding her arms.

“Well, if they cheat us out of that trophy and the money, there’s gonna be a homicide, believe me.”

“Great, call us back then,” McCall said, and she moved to leave.

“No, wait, please.” Sporty shifted to stand in front of her, his hands out, palms up in a pleading gesture. “There’s 3Gs at stake here, and if they get it, that would be…theft, right? Grand larceny!”

“No, it would still be piddly ass cheating in a bowling league,” Hunter replied.

“Come on, don’t make me beg, man. You’re already down here, right? Just watch a few frames, see if you can pick up on what they’re doing.”

Hunter glanced at her, his expression a cross between amused and exasperated. “We’re already here,” he agreed. “And your ball has yet to see any action.”

McCall repressed a sigh. “Fine,” she said. “One game.”

They rented some shoes and took the lane next to the tournament groups, edging around the gathering crowd to get to their spot. “You want a beer?” Hunter asked her.

She scratched the back of her head. “I don’t know—are we on duty?”

“It’s Friday night, and I’m wearing shoes that could practically walk around on their own. I’m getting a beer.”

She grinned. “Make it two.”

Hunter brought back two foamy plastic cups, and she withdrew her ball from its case. The weight felt substantial in her hands, its curve as smooth and pink as a baby’s bottom. “Well? Are you ready for another devastating loss?” she asked, giving her ball a light smack for emphasis.

“You won by two points last time,” he replied with a scoff. “That’s hardly devastating.”

“I don’t know. The hour-long pout afterward suggests otherwise,” she replied dryly.

He frowned and waved her down toward the lane. “Beginner’s luck, that’s all. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She bowled an eight for the first frame, whereas Hunter got a spare. “There’s your two points right there,” he said, looming over her. “Are you devastated yet?”

“Shut up and keep bowling. There’s a lot of game left to play.”

After three frames, Hunter was leading by eight. In the neighboring lanes, the tournament was getting underway. Sporty caught her eye and gave her a meaningful nod toward his opponents in yellow, and she bit back a smile. 

Hunter followed her gaze and shook his head. “He’s really taking this seriously,” he said.

“Hey, don’t forget there’s a trophy hanging in the balance here,” she said. She watched the men from the Golden Oldies idle around waiting their turns, but she didn’t see any suspicious behavior. “This might be the weirdest stakeout I’ve ever been on,” she muttered to Hunter as she leaned down to check the score.

“Hmm, yes. They’re watching us as hard as we’re watching them.”

She glanced over, and sure enough, a couple of guys immediately jerked their heads back around to their game, having been caught staring. “Well, we don’t exactly blend in,” she said. “This is not the typical spot people would pick for their date.”

She left him sitting there and took up her ball again, casting it down the alley in a swift, smooth motion. The pins toppled with a satisfying crack, all ten down in one try. She clasped her hands in glee and turned to Hunter to gloat. He made a disgusted face at her, and she laughed with delight as she retrieved her ball for another go. These days, physical motion only brought her joy.

When she was finished with the frame, she led Hunter by seventeen points. “Not bad,” he admitted grudgingly as she came to watch him total her score. “Also: this isn’t a date.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Earlier, you said people wouldn’t pick this spot for a date. We’re not on a date.”

She felt her cheeks go warm and hoped he couldn’t see it in the low light. “I know that and you know that—I meant what the rest of them think.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “You think they believe we’re on a date?”

“Well, what do you think they think?” She put her hands on her hips.

Instead of answering, Hunter got up and took his turn, and in the process, whittled her lead to six. He returned and took a long sip of beer before tallying up the score. “No way they think this is a date,” he said, his eyes on the paper, pencil in his hand. “You’re not selling it.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Me? Why do I have to be the one to sell it?”

He shrugged and looked up at her. “Because you’re the woman.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Because I’m the woman?”

“It’s just how it is. Everyone assumes the guy involved is always out to score some action, so his behavior is a constant. The only question is whether the woman is picking up what he’s putting down, if you get my drift.”

She’d seen plenty of women get his drift and then some. “Oh, is that so? The problem is that I’m not picking up what you’re putting down? So far, all you’ve put down is a losing score and a two-dollar lukewarm beer.”

“Hey, I gotcha that ball, didn’t I?” The gleam in his eye said he was teasing.

She repressed a smile and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Out of curiosity,” she said, “what would I have to be doing to prove this was a date?”

He straightened up in the plastic seat. “Well, for one thing, you wouldn’t be standing way over there.”

There was about five feet of space between them, and so she took a couple of steps closer. “How’s this?” she asked.

He frowned. “I think now maybe it’s like we’re distantly related. Like third cousins.”

She took another couple of steps, so that she was standing inches away from his leg. “How’s this?”

“Better, but…” He reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward him. There wasn’t anywhere left for her to go except into his lap. “Ah,” he said as he sat her down on his thigh. “There we go. See? Now this is more convincing.”

The feelings from the week before came rushing back: the warmth at her middle, the way her skin prickled at his physical proximity, the heady, dangerous tingling that they were playing with fire. They were still holding hands. She let her thumb rub against the inside of his palm, and she swore she felt him shiver. “So, it’s a date now?” she murmured, turning her face toward his. She couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him.

“Well, it looks like one,” he replied. He reached up and touched her cheek with the back of his knuckles, stroking gently. “It checks a lot of right boxes. Two people, some sort of evening activity, alcohol and physical contact. I bet we’re pretty convincing at the moment.”

“But?” Her voice was a whisper now.

“Intent,” he said, dropping his hand with a sigh. It fell heavy on her thigh, and his fingers trailed over the denim in an absent gesture. “You need intent for it to be a date.”

“Ah,” she said, forcing a smile. “Motive.”

He smiled back at her. “Exactly. Motive is everything.”

She shifted in his lap so they were almost facing one another, leaning into the same shared space. “So if we wanted it to be a date, it could be.”

“Hmm, yes,” he said, sounding distracted. His hand was creeping up her thigh again, making her catch her breath. She put her hands on his shoulders, unsure whether she was going to pull him closer or push him away. He nuzzled her collarbone and she knew he must be able to feel the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes fell shut. “Hunter…”

“Hmm?”

A raucous cheer went up from the lane next to theirs, making her jump. She remembered this was show, that they were being watched. But when she glanced over, she saw instead a guy standing near the back with a bowling ball. He took something out of his pocket, a powder maybe, and surreptitiously rubbed it on the ball before shoving it back in his trousers again.

“Hunter,” she said again, this time on alert. “Did you just see that?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice full of regret. “Get him over here.”

She signaled for Sporty, who cast an anxious glance at his team before making the trek across the lanes. “Tense moment right now, McCall. Can it wait?” “We spotted someone doctoring a ball,” Hunter told him, and Sporty’s eyes grew big.

“I knew it! I knew it!” He was practically jumping up and down. “Which dude was it?”

“Not a dude,” McCall told him. “A cat.”

“Uh, say what?”

“That guy over there?” Hunter put his arm around Sporty and turned him so they could look together at the rotund man in a Black Cats jersey. “Check his pockets and you’ll find the goods.”

“But that’s Iverson,” Sporty said, confused. “He’s on our team.”

McCall raised her eyebrows and spread her hands. “Still want us to hang around and book someone for grand larceny?”

“Uh, no. No thank you. I’ll, uh, just have a private chat with the gentleman. No need to say anything to anybody about this, you dig?”

“Not saying anything to anyone about this would be the greatest pleasure of the whole escapade,” Hunter replied, deadpan, and McCall looked down so he wouldn’t see her smile.

Sporty hurried off, and they were left standing alone again on their not-really-a-date. Hunter gave her a ghost of a smile. “Where were we?” he said, and she willed herself not to blush. It wasn’t like she could just climb back into his lap now.

“You, uh, you were telling me your criminalistics theory of dating,” she said. 

“Dates require motive.”

“Right.” He gave a short nod.

She scuffed the ground with her toes. “Do they also require premeditation?”

He tilted his head as he considered the question for a moment, and then he nodded. “Yes, one party has to ask the other party out, with intent, and that’s premeditation.”

“Okay,” she said, “but what if two people are not on a date but then the mood changes and they…you know.”

“I don’t know.” He looked concerned and innocent. “Explain it to me. Use vivid words.”

She gave him a playful shove. “You know—hook up. Have sex. Whatever. But with no premeditation. Is that a date?”

“No.” He paused for effect. “That’s a crime of passion.”

“Ooh.” She winced as he laughed at his own joke. “I think it’s time to get out of here.”

“Past time,” he agreed. “I’m starting to like these shoes.”

Outside, they were quiet as they crossed the parking lot to her car. She opened the hatch and set her bowling ball inside, and Hunter took the opportunity to set his down on the pavement. “Thanks,” she said, “for a truly bizarre evening.”

He chuffed a breath and looked beyond her into the night. “Yeah. Not the strangest Friday night I’ve ever had, but it’s up there.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, and then she fished her for her keys inside her purse. “I should get going.”

“No, wait a sec.” He caught her arm gently and held it. “I, uh, my cousin Andy is getting married up in Santa Barbara. July 17th. I thought maybe, if you’d like, you could come with me.”

She went completely still as they watched each other. His eyes looked black in the low light, and below, his fingers trailed lightly down the inside of her arm. Intent. Motive. Whatever you wanted to call it, it was right there in his gaze. She swallowed with difficulty. “I’d love to, but—”

“Oh,” he said quickly, drawing back like he’d been burned.

“Rick, wait.” She reached for him but he’d pulled far enough away that she couldn’t touch.

“Forget it.”

“I’d love to go,” she said again, “but I can’t. I won’t be here.”

He looked up in surprise. “What? Vacation?”

“No, I’m taking a summer forensics course from the FBI at Quantico. I applied before I got shot, and I didn’t think I would even get in—and in fact, I didn’t initially. I was wait-listed. I just found out today that I made it.” She tried a smile. “I think maybe taking a bullet to the spine might have upped my chances, you know what I mean?”

His smile was forced too. “You think they want to do a unit on you?”

“I was going to tell you earlier…”

“Forget it,” he said again, shoving his hands in his pockets, but she was sure she never would. “When do you leave?”

She bit her lip. “Next week, and it’s a six-week course. I’ll be back mid-August.” “Six weeks. That’s a long time.”

It hadn’t felt very long when she’d signed up for the course, back before she’d nearly died and come to life again. Now she knew. A lot could happen in six seconds, let alone six weeks. She reached out again, and this time, she found him there. She took his hand. “It’ll go by quick,” she said, sniffing back her own emotions. “You’ll see. I’m sure you’ll barely have time to miss me.”

“What did you say your name was?”

“Ha, ha, very funny.” She noticed he didn’t pull away his hand.

“Okay, then, so the wedding is off. How about one dinner before you disappear on me?”

She had no business saying yes. For a hundred reasons. A million. The amount of packing alone she had to do this week—she didn’t even want to consider it. “Dinner,” she said, considering something else instead. “You know, Hunter, that sounds like pre-meditation.”

He yanked his hand back. “Actually, II was thinking Italian,” he joked.  When she didn’t laugh, his smile vanished and he fidgeted with his collar.

She considered some more and gave him a slow smile. What the hell, she thought. If it’s awful, I’m leaving for six weeks anyway. “I think it’s a date,” she said, fingering one of his tiny buttons. He stopped squirming.

“It is?

“Mmm-hmm. I’m the woman, remember? I get to decide.”

***** Notes: if I recall correctly, this was a challenge fic that had a bunch of required elements, including bowling. ;)

[chicgeekgirl89]

The Honeymooners: Chapter 5

A/N: Will Densi escape their honeymoon alive? Read on to find out! 

Read Chapters 1-4 Here

They were caught. They had no weapons and no easy means of escape, not with Drake pointing a gun directly in their faces. Kensi tensed, trying to figure out what play they should go with. Ice Cream Sundae in the Park with George? Or maybe Harry Potter and the Trouble with Tribbles? Crap, would Deeks remember anything about reiki?

“This isn’t the bathroom,” Deeks said loudly. “Whoops! Sorry babe. Wrong again.”

Apparently they were going with ‘lost tourist’ which was not from the playbook.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, we’ll just be going.” Kensi took a step back but Drake was already shaking his head.

“Uh uh. Get in here. Both of you. Put your hands up.”

They did as he asked, while Carl closed the door behind them. “Who are you?” Drake asked.

“We’re just tourists,” Deeks said. “We’re on our way to Peru for our honeymoon.”

“Peru?” Drake wrinkled his nose. “Nobody goes to Peru for their honeymoon.”

“We’re the adventurous type!” Kensi said with a look of long-suffering.

“I’m not buying it,” Carl said. “Who are you really?”

“We’re just tourists,” Deeks said again, holding his hands in a pacifying manner. “Just let us go and we won’t say anything.”

“Drake! Carl!” Kathy hobbled into the room followed closely by Marvin. They looked suspiciously more spry than they had a few minutes prior. “They’re onto us. We gotta get out of here!”

“Shit!” Drake immediately went back to drilling the safe while Kathy and Marvin took in their newcomers.

“How the hell did they get in here?” Marvin asked.

“Apparently your distraction wasn’t as good as you said it would be,” Carl said, his gun still trained on Kensi’s sternum.

“I promise you man, whatever’s going on here we don’t want any part of it,” Deeks said again.

“Really, we’re just trying to have a honeymoon, although apparently that is just too much to ask of the universe!” Kensi  abruptly sat down on the floor, surprising everyone in the room. “One vacation. ONE. VACATION. How hard is that?!”

“Okay, uh, just, tie them up,” Carl told Kathy and Marvin.

“Why do we have to do it?” Marvin asked.

“Because I’m helping Drake with the drill.”

“No he’s not,” Drake growled, dropping the tool as he finally got through the safe door.

“We could just tie ourselves up if you want,” Deeks offered.

“That would be great,” Kathy said, handing him her scarf and Marvin’s tie.

Kensi blinked several times at her husband. “What are you doing?”

He grinned as he tied her hands loosely in front of her with the floral scarf. “Having fun. If every vacation we go on is going to be like something out of a Hardy Boys novel we might as well try to enjoy it.”

“Deeks, these people are robbing a casino. They have guns.”

“And they clearly don’t know what they’re doing. C’mon. We’ll treat it like one of those escape room things. It’ll be like a practice case.” He sat down next to her and held out his own hands.

“I don’t really think we need anymore practice,” she hissed, pulling the knot on the tie a little extra tight so he winced.

“I got it,” Drake said, stuffing handfuls of cash in a bag. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What are we going to do with them?” Marvin jerked his head toward Deeks and Kensi.

“We’ll…leave them here?” Carl said uncertainly.

“Mmm…we’ve seen your faces though,” Deeks pointed out even as Kensi elbowed him in the ribs.

“True, true, they have seen our faces,” Kathy said.

“Then we take them with us,” Drake said.

“Right, yeah, okay, get up.” Carl indicated for both of them to get to their feet with his gun. “Go first. Down the hall. Out the back door.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Kensi said, her voice low and dangerous as they walked down the hall. “I’m going to push you off a cliff in Peru, let the guinea pigs eat you, and collect all your life insurance and no one will ever question my motive.”

“Babe, relax. It’s going to be fine. I’m working on a plan.”

“Are you? Are you working on a plan? Because so far, I have seen no evidence of that!”

They reached a door and Deeks pushed it open to reveal a dozen police cars rolling up the street, sirens blaring.

“Back, back, back!” Drake yelled, closing the door and pushing them through the another door and into the casino.

The room was deserted. Apparently someone had caught onto the group’s scheme. Deeks and Kensi glimpsed more flashing lights outside and then an officer with a bullhorn yelled, “This is the Jacksonville PD! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up!”

“Damn it! It’s the fuzz!” Marvin yelped, stumbling back from the windows.

“Is this part of your plan?” Kensi asked her husband. “Getting taken out by SWAT?”

“Okay, all right, this does complicate things a bit,” Deeks said. “But, let us all remember that you were the one whose Kensi-sense got us into this mess in the first place.”

Drake opened the front door a crack. “We have hostages! We want…” he turned back to the rest of the group. “What do we want?”

“A jet!” Rob said.

“A Maserati!” Kathy said.

“Four pizzas with the works,” Deeks said. “What?” he asked when Kensi glared at him. “I haven’t eaten in like two days.”

Drake nodded and stuck his head out the door. “We want a jet and a Maserati!”

“And the pizza!” Deeks yelled.

“Right! And four pizzas with the works! Or we’re not coming out!”

“I cannot believe we have been taken hostage on our honeymoon,” Kensi groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Babe, it could have happened to anybody.”

“No it couldn’t! Just us!”

“Listen doll,” Marv sank down into a chair opposite her. “Can I give you a little advice? Me and Kath, we’ve been together for fifty years now. There are always going to be ups and downs. Sometimes you win the lottery and sometimes you get into a barfight in Duluth and put in the slammer for twenty-four hours. It don’t get any easier the older you get. The key is to find joy in the journey.”

“And to always keep trying new things,” Kathy piped up. “That’s how we started this gig. Spicing things up a bit.”

“See Fern? We have plenty to look forward to in our golden years,” Deeks said, nudging her leg.

Kensi rolled her eyes. “Yeah you’re going to need to take up the life of crime with your second wife.”

“We made the news!” Carl said excitedly. “Drake turn on the TV!”

Sure enough live coverage of the police vehicles outside filled the screen along followed by grainy shots of Deeks and Kensi checking into the hotel. “The hostages are believed to be honeymooners Martin and Kensi Deeks,” said the newscaster who was clearly standing just outside the police tape. “We have no word on their condition at this time.”

“Oh my god, Marv! We’re famous!” Kathy said excitedly, leaning over to give him a big kiss.

The emergency phone on the wall began to ring. Carl picked it up. “Hello?” He listened for a few seconds and then frowned. He looked at Kensi. “It’s for you.”

Kensi stared at him for a second before getting up and taking it from him, balancing it in her bound hands. “Hello?”

“Having some honeymoon issues Mrs. Deeks?”

“Hello Hetty.” Kensi looked at Deeks whose eyes widened.

“That’s Hetty?” he whispered. He pointed to himself.

“Deeks wants to talk to you too.” Kensi waited while he joined her and held the phone so it was between both of their heads. “Hi Hetty!” Deeks said.

“The two of you seem to be in quite a pickle. Perhaps your vacation funds would be better spent on home improvement or further education,” Hetty said drily.

“Trust me, this is our last vacation ever,” Kensi told her.

“Tell me the truth, are you currently in danger?”

They both glanced up at Marvin and Kathy who were fiddling with one of the slot machines and Rob and Drake who were sitting next to the front door, their weapons on the floor next to them, not even paying attention to their captives.

“I would say a fairly low amount,” Kensi said.

“Are you in need of any assistance?”

Deeks raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife. Kensi took a breath and then nodded in concession. They were in this together, they might as well finish it. “Nah, I think we can handle it,” Deeks said, a twinkle in his eye.

“I will give you fifteen minutes and then I’m sending in the local police. Fair enough?” 

“More than fair Hetty. We’ll handle it,” Kensi assured her.

“See that you do.”

She hung up and Kensi looked at Deeks. “Well Mr. Mastermind, what’s your plan?”

“Why does it have to be my plan?”

“You’re the one who got us into this!”

“Okay, okay.” Deeks took a breath. “All right. Marv and Kath aren’t going to put up much of a fight so what we really have to worry about are Drake and Carl’s guns. I’ll provide a distraction and you kick ass?”

“Works for me.”

“Carl’s Junior!” Deeks bellowed. “Come put this phone back.”

Carl got to his feet and reached for the phone. Deeks took a deep breath and vomited directly onto his shoes.

“Ugh!! What the fu—“

Kensi took him out with a head butt and then immediately moved to the door where she swept her foot and took down Drake as well. With one quick twist she freed her hands of the scarf and collected both weapons, all while Kathy and Marvin watched with open mouthed stares.

“Is there a reason you couldn’t have done that an hour ago?” Kensi asked as Deeks got to his feet, loosening his own hands.

“I can’t just vomit on command babe. It takes a second to work it up.”

“My babies!” Kathy cried. “Boys are you all right?”

“Drake and Carl are your kids?” Deeks asked in surprise.

“Who are you?” Carl asked in a daze.

“Not just tourists,” Kensi told him as she tied his hands securely behind his back.  “Might want to take a lesson on your hostage technique. Babe,” she called to Deeks who was tying up Drake, “you want to go liaise with your local PD friends outside?” 

“It would be my pleasure,” Deeks said, stepping out the door. “Don’t worry Jacksonville! Marty Deeks of LAPD has everything under control!”

It took several hours, and a lot of watching the CCTV footage, for things to get sorted out. Kensi and Deeks had to give several statements and sign a lot of paperwork.

Deeks only threw up one more time, this time directly into a garbage can by the police chief’s desk, which they all considered a win. Their time with the police was also punctuated by phone calls from their team members.

“Oh my god, are you guys all right?” Nell asked worriedly when she finally got through on Kensi’s cell.

“Yes, we’re totally fine,” Kensi assured her.

“I can’t believe you were taken hostage!” Eric proclaimed. 

Apparently they were on speaker. “I can. Their vacations suck,” Sam chimed in.

“I told you we shouldn’t let them go without supervision” Callen said.

“Did you call to check on us or just to give us shit?” Deeks asked.

“Can it be both?” Callen asked.

“It can definitely be both,” Nell affirmed.

“Seriously though, are you guys okay? Do you need anything?” Eric asked.

“A better travel planner?” Kensi said.

“Speaking, Mrs. Deeks.” Apparently Hetty was also on the partyline. “You and Mr. Deeks are booked on a direct flight to Peru in two hours. You have advanced security clearance to go directly to the gate. I have extended your vacation time an extra two days to account for the time you’ve spent working in Florida. We will see you back here refreshed and relaxed in two weeks”

“Hetty,” Kensi was speechless. “Thank you.”

“Consider it your wedding present. And an anniversary present every year for the rest of your lives.”

“Seriously, Hetty that was so kind of you.”

“Yes, I know Mr. Deeks. Now get going. If the two of you miss this flight it’s your own fault this time.”

It took only a few minutes to collect their bags and hop in an Uber for the airport. They sailed through bag check and were at the gate with half an hour to spare. “Your tickets have been upgraded to first class,” the airline attendant told them when they checked in at the desk. “Here are your new boarding passes. Enjoy.”

“Wow,” Deeks said as they settled into their seats. “Hetty really went all out. We’re going to need to buy her some really nice tea in Peru.” He thought for a moment. “Do you think that’s how Hetty gets all her tea? Doing favors for people?”

“Probably,” Kensi said. “How’s your stomach?”

“Feeling perfect. Ready for guinea pig kabobs.”

“You’re still planning to eat them? Even after all this?”

“Especially after all this. We never got those pizzas. I’m starving.”

“We’re going to have to come up with a name for that play you did in the casino,” Kensi said with a smile. “That’s definitely not in the playbook.”

“I was thinking the Peruvian Puke with a Jacksonville Layover.”

She snorted. “Sounds good to me.”

The overhead speaker dinged. “Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking. I’m pleased to inform you that everyone is aboard and we will actually be departing early for our destination in Lima. We should have good weather the entire way. Please fasten your seatbelts.”

Their take-off was smooth and as soon as they were up the captain turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. The flight attendants brought them free champagne and a variety of snacks.

“I think, maybe, our luck is turning around,” Deeks said.

She took his hand. “I think maybe you’re right. At least…” she unfastened her seatbelt and leaned close to his ear. “I think yours certainly is.”

She smiled seductively and walked toward the bathroom, making sure to turn around and grin at him before stepping inside.

Deeks froze for only a moment before yanking his own seatbelt off as fast as possible. Things were definitely looking up.

[kaorei-endgame]

Revengecast S03E18 - Blood

Listen Up!

It’s Revengecast, the only podcast on the internet that loves you enough to put a show out on Valentine’s Day, setting aside the obvious irony where the LAST episode of Revengecast was put out closer to 2018’s valentine’s day than this current one.

Okay so let me catch you up as best I can while revealing–we believe in full disclosure–that we recorded this podcast like two weeks ago and the only reason I’m getting around to posting it now is because the grindiest event in the grindiest mobage, Granblue’s Unite and Fite, is has just begun, and so for the foreseeable future my desktop will looks like this 24/7:

and I’ll feel MARGINALLY less guilty about spending the next X hours of my life hitting the same 5 buttons every 3 minutes if I work on a podcast while I’m doing it!

SO ANYWAY. Revengecast. Remember Mason Treadwell? Of course you do, he’s the attache case to the stars! The chaise lounge of the rich but not particularly famous. At the moment, Mason is vewwy, vewwy sad because prison doesn’t stock his favorite skin exfoliants in the commissary, and trying to make that skin sparkle with a (soon to be) patented combination of Vics Vaporrub and Top Ramen flavor sachets was NOT having the desire effect. So, he decides he should–nay, MUST!–make his voice heard. Taking to the streets (or, the visitation room), he pounds his chubby fists on the table with a strident refrain of “JUVIE BOY WANNA LOBSTA! JUVIE BOY WANNA LOBSTA!” until Emily gets so fed up she pockets the sharpie she was gonna give him to black his hair and says IF YOU WANT YOUR DAMN LOBSTER SO MUCH JUST STICK IT UP YOUR ASS.

You know what they say, you can take the Juvie Girl out of the Juvie but you can’t take the Girl out of the Juvie Girl.

Mason replete with his reporter’s intuition and Hemmingway’s inherent misogyny, immediately deciphers Emily’s message as a veiled threat–“his ass” obvious code for “Victoria.” If you want your lobster… DON’T YOU DARE… “stick it up” …. aka “make a phone call to” in Welsh slang… Victoria?? Well we’ll just see about that! Because this Juvie Boy gets two phone calls… a week. But when Thursday comes you better watch out, Armalarm Tharme!

Meanwhile on the other side of the ATLANTIC Emily and Aiden stop by what appears to be the Little England attraction of Disneyland Britain’s It’s A Small World ride, where Aiden’s mother has taken up a hermitage, unable to bear the slings and cabbages of her neighbors, who for the past two-odd decades have been calling her a “Right Pip Pip Terrorist-Wedder, Innit” among other unprintable phrases that appear to be referencing sodden french cheese in a derogatory fashion?

Meanwhile back on the OTHER other side of the Atlantic, which is (technically) where we started, Nolan’s got his OWN trouble a brewing (for once) and (also for once) it doesn’t involve a weird sociopath. This time it’s just a regular sociopath, which is what all silicon valley millionaires are anyway, so Nolan should feel right in when Javier tries to get his GREASY PIZZA PAWS all over Nolan’s 70% of that (rejected) Black Mirror Script. That’s right baby, John Hamm is in talks to star in the lead role and Revengecats is BACK IN BUSINESS. May this ride never end! Which at the rate we’re going, it won’t until 2050! And by that time that glacier hole the size of manhattan will have collapsed and we’ll have BIGGER things to worry about! REVENGECAST REVENGECAST REVENGECAST!

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  Revengecast S03E18 – Blood was originally published on Fast Karate for the Gentleman

[altgilinsky-blog]

Multiples of 4

4:Would you rather have wings or be a mermaid?

A merman. Now that would be sick.

8:Best prank you pulled on someone?

I poured ice water on Johnson to wake him up and he didn’t talk to me for about a week. I wouldn’t say it was the best but it got the job done.

12:Do you own any jewelry that you never take off? If so, what is it and why not?

I don’t wear jewelry.

16:Have you ever kissed under mistletoe?

I don’t kiss and tell. Mari might though. I’d ask her.

20:Would you rather have no eyebrows or eyebrows that constantly crawl around your face like caterpillars?

Have you seen my eyebrows? I don’t think I could survive without my eyebrows.

24:How often do you read?

Not as often as I should. I generally read for the kids when I put them to bed but nothing for pleasure.

28:When was the last time you ordered pizza?

Not recently. It’s not my favourite food.

32:Do you prefer fiction or non-fiction?

I need something real and raw. Non-fiction does that to me.

36:Have you ever grown a garden?

No but I was pretty much raised in a farm area. Does that count?

40:Do you want to be buried or cremated?

Buried. Although I have this weird fear of people stepping on my grave just to spite me.

44:Have you vlogged on youtube before?

Not consistently. I’m not much of a YouTuber although I do post videos from time to time.

48:Are you good at bowling?

I like to think I’m pretty decent until that first gutter hits me.

52:How are those new years resolutions coming along?

What New Years Resolutions?

56:Would you consider yourself kinky?

Refer to question sixteen.

60:Do you sleep well?

I do. When Mari’s home. That sounds cliche but I don’t care. Her safety is my number one priority. When she’s safe I feel safe.

64:Best Netflix original show?

Santa Clarita Diet. Don’t knock it until you try it.

68:Be real, are you a social justice warrior?

I guess that would be based upon other’s opinions right?

72:Have you ever been arrested for something stupid?

I got arrested for accidentally stealing a sweatshirt and then realizing it and going back to pay for it and being cuffed anyway. Those three hours at the slammer really did me in.

76:Is there a beach near your house?

I wish.

[lovecrimers]

In depth analysis on Destiel [S6-S7]

6x03: Sam mentions that Castiel never answers when he prays to him and that Dean should try because Castiel always comes for him. Dean tries it and LO AND BEHOLD.

6x03: Castiel tells Sam the and Dean Share a more profound bond in a voice that kind of says “Yeah. Dean and I are MORE than friends” lol

6x03: When other people point  out the "profound bond" that Dean and Castiel share, Dean always goes quiet & never denies it.

6x05: The boys hit up a bar and while they’re there, there’s a shot of a tall sandy haired guy kissing a short dark haired man. #subtext

6x05: Souless!Sam doesn’t give a flying fudge & Dean keeps looking nervously over at Sam as if trying to see if he has a reaction towards gay folks. Maybe he’s been wanting brotherly approval????hmmmmm

6x06: Castiel appears after Dean mentions a divine weapon but it turns out he wants to talk more about Sam. Castiel acts like he doesn’t care but he eventually folds & tells Dean he will help with Sam too. He can’t stand to see Dean upset 

6x10: Castiel & Meg make out and the look on Dean’s face is pretty much the textbook example of “what the fuck” and jealousy combined.

6x10: The infamous “pizza man” scene where Castiel watches porn in the room with Sam & Dean present. Sam is mostly amused while Dean is visibly flustered.

6x10: Dean points out that Castiel has a boner. How would you know unless you were lookin? HUH DEAN?

6x10: Castiel says he is losing the war in heaven and would much rather be on earth with Dean.

6x15:  The term "French Mistake" refers to a straight guy having a gay sexual encounter he later regrets. Nuff said.

6x15:  Balthazar tells the Winchesters that Raphael is trying to kill “Cassie” and his allies. When he mentions Castiel is currently hiding, Dean looks relieved.

6x15: In the French Mistake universe, Dean immediately prays to Castiel and lo and behold, Misha Collins shows up.

6x15: Dean seems offended at everyone’s real names on set, particularly focusing on Misha. (Excuse me while I melt over Cockles)

6x17: Dean is open about lamenting the fact that he can’t have Castiel constantly by his side anymore and he gets bitchy about it.

6x17: When Castiel admits he’s not doing very well, Dean instantly stops being a jerk and starts cutting him slack & “mother hen-ing” Castiel.

6x17: He once again admits he’d rather be with Sam & Dean than fulfilling his heavenly duties.

6x17:  Castiel has Balthazar sink the Titanic again to save Dean and Sam from Fate.

6x17: Let’s not forget this whole thing -  "I'm sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with you?"

6x18: Dean prays to Castiel but an another angel shows up. Dean is visibly let down.

6x18: Castiel shows up shortly after and dismisses the other angel. It’s almost as if Castiel doesn’t trust other angels around his PRECIOUS Dean

6x18: Rachel is unhappy that Castiel is more worried about Dean and Sam than Raphael and she tries to kill him. Where does Castiel go? The only place he knows where there’s safety with the boys - Bobby’s.

6x18: Castiel resorts to DESPERATE measures of touching Bobby’s soul to be able to save Dean & Sam from the past even though he is terribly hurt.

6x19: Everyone is teasing him and giving Dean a hard time about how Castiel only loves him and Dean gets visibly flustered over it.

6x19: THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE. Dean is arguing that he shouldn’t have to be the one to call Castiel and says “It’s not like Cass lives in my ass”

6x19: Naturally, Castiel appears immediately after, right behind Dean. Prompting him to yell “CASS GET OUT OF MY ASS”. Castiel response with a confused “I was never in your......” Do I sense some longing maybe????

6x19: When Dean has to leave, Castiel pleads with Dean to stay and help him. This is emotion we rarely see in Castiel - and when we see it, it is only directed towards Dean

6x19: Followed by some intense eye sex

6x19: The music playing in the background as Castiel longingly watches Dean leave does nothing but solidify romance tropes.

6x20: This whole episode is a destiel shippers dream.

6x20: Dean absolutely refuses to believe Castiel is working with Crowley.

6x20: Castiel spies on Dean and shoots him a long heartbreaking, mournful look.

6x20: In the context of what goes on during this episode, Crowley is pretty much “the other woman”compared to Dean and that’s why Dean takes it so PERSONAL when he finds out.

6x20: Castiel responds with the “let me explain” which is a trope for when lovers are caught cheating/being unfaithful. Hmmm I wonder.

6x20: Earlier in the episode Castiel talks to Crowley and the song Me and Mrs. Jones is playing in the background. That song is about cheating.

6x20: When Bobby, Sam & Dean are talking about Castiel going darkside, Castiel is compared to being Superman going darkside and Dean compares himself to Lois Lane. *Screaming SUBBBBTEXXXT*

6x20: When Dean turns back to look at Castiel one last time, he looks like he is about to cry.

6x21: Even though this is an episode involving Lisa, it plays out like a breakup between Dean and Castiel.

6x21: Although Dean does worry about Lisa and Ben, it’s clear that Castiel comes first to him.

6x21: Castiel rebelling against heaven is due 100 percent to Castiel caring about Dean. This has been confirmed by both the writers and Misha collins. 

6x21: In the same vein, Castiel working with Crowley was 100% fueled by Castiel not wanting to trouble Dean with asking for help. He decided to work with Crowley to not put Dean through any unnecessary stress.

6x22:  Dean is worried that Castiel's power is affecting his mind and that he could "kill us all." He reminds Castiel that he is family and tells him that he doesn't want to lose him.

6x22:  Castiel says that he has no family anymore and Dean looks visibly distraught in so many ways.

6x22: When Castiel announced himself to be the new God. Both Sam and Dean look on in horror but Dean’s face holds noticeable differences. You can see the heartbreak on it.

7x01: Castiel admits straight off the bat that the ONLY reason he became Godstiel is because he wanted to earn Dean’s love. “What’s the point if you don’t mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear”

7x01: THE FIRST THING CASTIEL DOES WHEN HE BECOMES GOD IS KILL A PRIEST WHO WAS BASHING HOMOSEXUALITY.

7x01: “You’re wrong, I am utterly indifferent to sexual orientation”

7x01: Dean is watching a news report about the incident and he clenches his jaw and gets angry when a lady calls godstiel sexy. Dean turns off the tv in a jealous huff.

7x01: During the ritual to return souls to purgatory, Castiel starts to fall and Dean is immediately to catch his husband.

7x01: When the portal to purgatory opens, Castiel turns to Dean and says “I’m, Sorry Dean” with a look of pure regret and anguish on his face

7x01: When Castiel survives, he admits he didn’t expect to. castiel had chosen to not say goodbye so the last thing he said before he died was dean’s name.

7x01: Dean thinks Castiel is dead and is completely crushed.

7x01: When Castiel turns out to still be alive, the look of pure joy on Dean’s face is incredible.

7x01: Castiel says he will redeem himself to Dean and Dean simply responds with “one thing at a time” - were it anybody else, Dean would have killed them right then and there for surviving.

7x01: When the Leviathan overpower Castiel and tell Dean Castiel is dead, Dean collapses in misery and heartbreak.

7x01: Leviathan!Cas pulls Dean close and their faces are just inches apart, the whole time, he is staring at Dean’s lips.

7x01: (In a later episode, a Leviathan tells Dean they knew everything Castiel knew....maybe that’s why Leviathan!cas was staring at Dean’s lips??? They knew he was in lurrrvvvee with Dean)

7x02: Castiel explodes under water, leaving only his trenchcoat. Dean longingly picks up the trench, folds it, and takes it with him *cries* 

7x02: He folds it the same way flags for dead soldiers are folded.

7x02: Bobby points out that the bond Castiel & Dean had was strong and kind of leaves what they “had” open to interpretation.

7x03: Dean sees Sam/Amy as a direct parallel to Cas/Dean which is  a relationship between a supernatural being and a Winchester boy who fell in love with them when he was too stupid not to. 

7x03: Dean thinks Cas betrayed him, and that he should have killed Cas when he had the chance, and he projects that guilt onto Sam and Amy. Killing Amy is basically Dean trying to do it right this time

7x04: Dean has to pretty much fight with himself to convince himself to go through with his first one night stand in a long time. Now that his husband is gone, he’s trying to play the field again

7x05: Parallel to the Sam/Dean relationship, there's some notes of Dean/Cas. “Obviously you two are capable of wiping each other out, right? But you haven’t, huh? Which means, that you two, you still value… whatever it is you’ve got. And you want to keep that dance going.”

7x06: The radio plays “all out of love” and Sam goes to change it, Dean leaves it on and starts singing for a long while. He looks mournful. As if he’s mourning losing his love.

7x07:  “ Ever since Cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody.”

7x07: The episode ends with a shot of Castiel’s trenchcoat riding in the back seat of the impala with them - right next to a pony that has wings...

7x08: The drugged turducken slammer is suggestive to dean’s psyche and allows him to speak what’s on his mind and has been bothering him.

7x08: He finally admits what hurts him on the inside “Are you kidding? I’m fine! I — I actually feel great. The best I’ve felt in a couple months. Cas? Black goo? I don’t even care anymore. And you know what’s even better? I don’t care that I don’t care”

7x08: You would think what was bothering him was Castiel’s betrayal, or Castiel becoming god, or Sam’s mental problems, or the Leviathan but NOPE. Castiel’s death was it.

7x17: Emmanuel!Cas doesn’t care that a demon just held his wife captive, all he cares about is Dean even though he doesn’t remember him. He can’t stop staring at Dean.

7x17: Emmanuel asks Dean if he was the one who betrayed them and Dean looks like this but doesn’t answer.

7x17: Later on in the episode, Castiel regains his memory and the whole scene looks and sounds like a fan slash video lol

7x17: during the whole flashback scene, ALL CASTIEL REMEMBERS is things involving Dean.

7x17: “I remember you. I remember everything” While looking straight at Dean.

7x17: Dean still had Castiel’s trench coat despite having changed cars up to 7 times since Castiel exploded in the river. He never washed it. It’s like he wanted to keep Castiel’s scent on it. 

7x17: He gives it back to his husband and follows up with “ "part of me always believed you'd come back.” *sobbing ugly tears*

7x21: “ The Angels, they don’t care. I think maybe they just don’t have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just breaks them apart.” and he looks off in the distance looking sad. Maybe he’s projecting what he felt about Castiel when Castiel tries to feel/do good?

7x23: Meg tells Dean that Castiel was his boyfriend first lol.

7x23: Dean says “ Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees.” when talking about how nutty Castiel is and Sam says he’s not sorry he missed that. Dean only shrugs.

7x23: Castiel asks Dean if he looks like good to him and there’s an awkward pause as if Dean wants to say yes.

7x23: Castiel says he no longer condones violence but when Dick attacks Dean, Castiel gets protective and throws Dick across the room to protect Dean.

7x23: He draws attention to himself when Hester zeroes in on Dean

7x23: When they’re trapped in purgatory during the ending, it very heavily implies that they’re going to have to depend on each other to survive and there’s a lot of contextual subtext in that small scene.

i got a lot of this from tvtropes. I think there was a lot of stuff that hadnt been touched on, little things and I mentioned them here because im overly analytical of anything involving destiel and always looking for subtext lol.

Here’s Part 1 (In Depth Analysis on Destiel [S4 & S5)

Part 3 about season 8 & 9 coming soon.

[mizurda]

how dare u blaspheme abt pizza this way lmao

blasphemy? ranch on pizza is a PIZZA CRIME