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Paige x Azzi hurt/comfort (Final Four loss)
Description: After the loss, Azzi keeps everything in until it finally hits. Paige finds her in the quiet and stays, letting her feel it without rushing her out of it.
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don’t say anything yet
Paige x Azzi hurt/comfort (Final Four loss)
Description: After the loss, Azzi keeps everything in until it finally hits. Paige finds her in the quiet and stays, letting her feel it without rushing her out of it.
Is there/can there be a fic where: Dr. O’Sullivan (Roy’s sister) has always been able to count on her brother to pick her up and take her home if she’s ever had to work a long shift and is too tired to drive home safely. The only time he hasn’t been available to her was DURING a game (he’s left practice several times at her call to find her asleep in front of her hospital). Now with his new job as manager, Roy can’t always be there.
At first he lets Jamie go get her if he can’t because they’ve met and get along but then one day Jamie is off on a brand deal and can’t go to her either so he sends Isaac instead. Eventually the whole team gets involved and that’s how Roy’s sister FINALLY gets to meet Roy’s team (my head canon is that Roy’s never let her meet any of his football buddies…. Ever).
Wholesome team fic with Roy/jamie and eventual dr O’Sullivan/issac macadoo.
A/N: I haven’t written many silly fics this year, so here you go!
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Bake Off
“Ok, ground rules. You have to make the cookies yourself. So, you can’t farm the work out to a friend or family member. Absolutely no mixes are allowed. And you must make at least dozen of your chosen recipe,” Nell read off. “Failure to follow the rules will result in immediate disqualification.” She looked up, making eye contact with everyone in the room to emphasize her point.
“Yes, Ms. Jones,” Eric sad with a salute.
“Don’t make it weird, Beale,” Sam said with a disapproving shake of his head.
“We’re having a cookie competition, Sam. I think that already makes it weird,” Callen pointed out.
Since the team was off active duty barring any emergencies, they found themselves with some extra time on their hands. What had started out as a discussion about the annual Christmas party had quickly devolved into a debate about who could bake the best cookies. The fact that none of them had ever spent significant time baking didn’t matter all that much, and everyone was insistent on being crowned chief NCIS baker. Aside from Callen, who nominated himself as official taster and judge.
Deeks had thought a few times that if any superior decided to drop in, a baking competition might be frowned upon. Then he decided that the could be doing far worse things with their time. Not to mention, it seemed few agents could actually handle the reality of the Office of Special Projects for long.
“What does the winner receive?" Eric wondered.
"My eternal praise and approval?" Callen shrugged.
“I think the power might be going to his head,” Nell said in a faux whisper.
“I told you not to let him judge,” Sam said, folding his arms.
“Hey, you had your chance. It’s not my fault you turned it down.”
“I wasn’t even here when you voted.”
“Because we decided a long time ago five is a majority.”
“Aw, it’s so sweet when they bicker,” Deeks commented, nudging Kensi’s shoulder.
“Very.” Leaning back, she gave him an assessing look. “So, what are you making? You came back with an awful lot of groceries yesterday.”
“I’m afraid that’s topic secret, sugar bear.”
Kensi brushed a curl off his forehead. “But I’m your fiancé.”
“Uh-huh, and I’m still not telling you.” He grinned as Kensi narrowed her eyes at him.
“I bet I can find a way,” she said, her eyes flashing with a dangerous and familiar glint.
“Hey, enough flirting,” Sam interrupted, smacking Deeks’ arm. “You’ve got cookies to bake.”
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Two day later, the moment had arrived. They’d set up a table in the gym in front of a banner, provided by Nell, which read “Team LA Inaugural Bake Off”.
Deeks was on end of the table with Kensi to his left followed by Sam, Nell, and finally, Eric. Next to him, Kensi was meticulously arranging her cookies on a plain white plate. Like most activities, she had taken the task extremely seriously, and spent several hours trying to perfect her recipe.
“You good?”
“I’m fantastic. Why wouldn’t I be?” she retorted to his gentle question. “Don’t try to get in my head, Deeks.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t even think of it, Kensalina.”
“Alright, let the judging begin,” callen announced.
“I present a sea salt caramel, chocolate chunk cookie,” Deeks said, affecting the air of a Bake Off contestant.
“I made double chocolate chip cookies,” Kensi said. Callen raised an eye at the slightly misshapen circles.
“She had some trouble with the butter,” Deeks explained.
Shooting him a glare, Kensi primly moved her plate a few inches to the right. “They’re rustic. And everyone knows that taste is way more important than visual appeal.”
“Uh-huh. Nell, what do you have?”
“Inspired by the season, I made cranberry, walnut, white chocolate cookies with a special, secret ingredient,” she said, waving her hand over the plate.
“Festive. Sam?”
“These are my grandma’s famous oatmeal raisin cookies. Tried and true.” Sam’s expression challenged anyone to find issue with them, though Callen didn’t seem at all bothered.
“And finally, Beale.” Callen made his way to the very end of the table.
“I made a classic, chewy chocolate chip cookie.”
There was a moment of silence following Eric’s announcement and Nell squinted at him.
“I thought you said you were making something really unique.”
“Yeah, I was expecting something more along the lines of, I don’t know matcha guava,” Kensi commented.
“Or cheesecake stuff s’mores,” Deeks offered.
“Ooh, that actually sounds amazing.” Kensi made a wistful face before obviously remembering that she was part of the competition. “But not as good as mine.”
“I did consider that, actually, but after a few trials, I thought it might be a little too ambitious,” Eric admitted.
Moving back to Deeks, Callen selected a cookie broke it in half, examining the inside and bottom.
“Come on, you’re not a pastry chef,” Sam prompted. “Just eat the cookie.”
Taking his time, Callen took a small bite. “It’s chewy and has a nice balance of chocolate and caramel, but maybe a little heavy on the salt.”
“Yeah, I might have grabbed the bottle without a shaker lid,” Deeks admitted. “I was hoping you’d find it pleasantly savory.”
“In that case, they’re good. Moving on to Kensi’s.” Callen took another bite, tilting his head. Kensi stood across from his as she waited for his assessment, her shoulders as tense and straight as if she was facing a disciplinary board. “These are perfect,” he started, and Kensi’s face lifted, before he finished with, “aside from being underbaked.”
“Damn it,” she hissed. Deeks patted her shoulder, and she didn’t shove him off, though he noticed her glaring at Callen.
Callen tried Sam’s next. “The actual cookie part is delicious, but seriously Sam? Raisins? They’re the worst of the dried fruits.”
“You’re funny, partner. Just wait til my Nana comes to haunt you,” Sam responded calmly.
“Oh, know you’ve done, it Grisha,” Deeks sighed. “It was nice knowing you.”
“I’ll take my chances. Alright Nell, your turn.” Nell happily handed him one of her cookies, and Callen took a sizable bite, his nostrils flaring as he blinked several times. “Wow, that is a unique flavor. What’s this secret ingredient?”
“Cranberry schnapps.”
“Yeah, maybe go a little easy on that next time,” he suggested, though for some reason he took a second bite.
“Noted,” Nell said easily. “I should have known based on how you react to my egg nog every year.” Then under her breath, she added, “Bunch of light weights.”
“Alright, that leaves you, Beale.”
“Enjoy!” Eric stepped back, happily watching Callen examine and then eat his cookie.
“Wow. It’s chewy, lots of chocolate but not too much, not too sweet, and I taste notes of brown butter,” Callen observed.
“Notes of brown butter?” Kensi repeated incredulously. “I used real Dutch cocoa powder. I didn’t even know that was a thing until three days ago and he gets “notes of brown butter”?”
“Breathe, baby,” Deeks suggested.
“It’s rigged,” Sam assured her, crossing his arms again as he watched his partner make a show of walking down the table.
“I’ve made my decision. Eric, you are the first place winner of the Office of Special Projects baking competition,” Callen decided. “And Nell, you’re the runner up.”
“You didn’t like hers!” Kensi protested.
“I like weird things.” Callen shrugged, handing Eric and Nell the awards she had printed up at some point. “Congratulations.”
“Unbelievable,” Sam said.
Coming out from behind the table, Kensi stalked up to Callen, who didn’t flinch at all in the face of her rage. “I want a rematch.”
“Sorry, but all decisions are final. You can try again next year.”
“We’re doing this again?” Deeks wondered.
“Absolutely,” Kensi and Sam said together.
Joining them, Deeks put his arm around Kensi’s shoulders. “Hey, at least you get to eat a bunch of cookies, right?” He held one out, and she accepted it with a conciliatory lift of her shoulders.
“I guess.” She took a huge bite. “And next year, I’m coming back and winning this thing.”
***
A/N: As I said, very, very silly. I have to write at least one zany team fic per Densimber.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dispatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Robert Robertson | Mecha Man & Z-Team Characters: Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Invisigal | Courtney (Dispatch), Coupé | Janelle (Dispatch), Punch Up | Colm (Dispatch), Flambae | Chad (Dispatch), Sonar | Victor (Dispatch), Golem | Bruno (Dispatch), Malevola Gibb, Prism | Alice (Dispatch) Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, or can be read as pre-slash, Self-Sacrifice, Robert is an idiot, nobody got cut from the z-team Summary:
"Ladies, gentleman and other assorted motherfuckers," Courtney started as everyone on the Z-team finally settled down in the conference room, "Thank you for attending this very important meeting."
"What the fuck is this about again?" Alice asked, already scrolling her phone, and bobbing her head slightly to whatever music she was listening to. At least she only had one earbud in. That usually meant she was paying rapt attention despite appearances.
"This," Courtney said, pulling the small instrument from her pocket in a rather theatrical fashion, "is the black box of the Mecha Man suit."
To her disappointment, her announcement only raised a few eyebrows, instead of the loud cheering she expected. What an ungrateful bunch of losers.
Eye Candy and Kept Men
Rated: Teen
SUMMARY:
Well someone's got to do it. And Eliot explains why it ain't gonna be him! Team!Fic
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A/N - I have no idea where this came from. It just happened. lol Non-beta'ed so all mistakes are mine. This is another fic that I wrote in 2010 , but I didn't post anything to Tumblr then.
"While Parker breaks into the vault to get back Mr. Johnston's records, someone is going to have to pose as a couple at the rally so they can create a distraction keeping Blanchard's security busy," Sophie pointed out.
The three men looked at her blankly before a look of horror crossed Nate's face. "But…" he began then closed his mouth quickly. "I'll walk Parker through the building plans from here." He quickly sat down and, lowering his head, studied the floor plans hard.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/25 Fandom: Torchwood Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Rhys Williams (Torchwood), Andy Davidson Additional Tags: Season/Series 02, Post-Episode: s02e04 Meat, Mystery, Witchcraft, Murder Mystery, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Protective Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones Needs a Hug, janto, Sad Ianto Jones, Murder-Suicide, Smut, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Drug Use Summary:
Torchwood investigates a series of gruesome deaths in Cardiff. Are mysterious dolls involved? When Ianto comes into possession of one of these dolls, his life spirals out of control.
The tensile strength of friendship
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47206825
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronon Dex & Teyla Emmagan & Rodney McKay & John Sheppard Characters: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay Additional Tags: Team, Sewing, Light Angst, Shopping, Friendship Summary:
John was glad Ronon had been distracted by knives and Rodney was making a nuisance of himself at some artificer's booth, so that only Teyla heard his gasp as they turned the corner into the textile section of the market.
NCIS LA Season 14 Countdown, Day 6
A/N: Despite some faults, there are many possible episodes I could have chosen for season 9. I considered Silo, and the final two episodes, however, I’ve written for those quite a bit. In the end, I went with “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”, which I’ve always loved for the final scene.
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It’s Ours
“Congrats, Deeks. I’m happy for you,” Sam said, offering Deeks a one-armed hug as he headed for the door with the rest of the group. The bar was littered with a collection of bottles—Eric had run out to the nearest store for a pack of Modelo—and everyone was in a fairly good mood.
“Thanks, man.”
“Just get better beer because I am not drinking whatever that crap is again.”
“I still don’t think it was that bad,” Callen insisted with a shrug. “Sure, it was a little musty at first-”
“I think the word you’re looking for is skunky,” Nell inserted.
“But after a couple sips, it’s tolerable.”
“It’s official, you have no tastebuds,” Hidodko decided. “Remind me not to have you pick out where we eat.” She gave a full body shudder. “Like I put a dead rat in my mouth.”
“Don’t worry, we’re throwing out the rest of that stuff tonight,” Kensi assured them with an exaggerated expression.
“Let us know if you need any help with renovations,” Eric offered as they went through another round of hugs before filing out. He gave Deeks a fist bump, automatically searching for Nell’s hand as they lingered for a couple more minutes.
“Thanks, Eric. We might take you up on that when it comes to the tech stuff. Cause I’m pretty sure it’s going to getting some of this up to par.”
“Absolutely. You just let me know.”
“And on that note, we’re going to bid you adieu,” Nell said, giving a theatrical bow. “We have, ahem, things to do at home.”
“As my lady wishes.” Eric offered her his elbow, and pushed the door open. Just in case they didn’t take the hint, Nell flashed them an exaggerated wink on her way out
Kensi closed and locked the door behind them, lips pressed together to hold back a laugh.
“Oh my god, she is so drunk,” she said with a snort.
“So drunk,” Deeks agreed, snagging Kensi hand as she made a move towards the messy bar. He slid his hands down her back, settling them on her waist. “I know I shouldn’t say this since we just left a funeral, but you look beautiful.”
“And you look very handsome.” Kensi brushed his hair back, caressing his cheek with the side of her thumb. He sighed, relishing her touch.
“I’m sorry.” Kensi’s eyes narrowed in a frown, and he elaborated, “I should have told you what I had planned tonight instead of springing this on you. It wasn’t fair.”
“Well, I wasn’t super supportive of the idea when you first mentioned it, so I get it,” she told him with a shrug. “Besides, it’s not like you actually bought a bar. Like you said, it’s just on loan so far.”
He tilted his head, chuckling softly. Sometimes he didn’t know what he did to deserve this amazing woman.
“Still, I should have given you a heads up. I promise to tell you next time before I make another harebrained decision.”
Kensi giggles, resting her forehead against his. She looped her arms around his neck, drifting closer.
“That sounds like a good plan. And I will try to be more supportive of your extracurricular activities in the future.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, kissing softly. “So, what do you really think of this place? And yes, I know it needs a ton of work before it’s even close to ready for customers.”
“I think…” Kensi paused, fiddling with the curls on his neck above his collar. “I think the community you want to build here is amazing. Even with the most disgusting beer in the world,” he rolled her eyes as she pulled another face. “Everyone still had an amazing time. I can’t believe that we are going to have a bar of our very own. And, I am so very, very proud of you.”
He was lost for words for a moment, and settled on kissing her instead. He poured all his gratitude and love into the gesture, gathering her against his chest.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
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A/N: I think this is our first team countdown fic. Rest In Peace Hidoko, and we still miss Eric and Nell.