Chakoleigh (ship)

Chuck, Mako, and Raleigh. 
==Conversations==
shmoo92:
:robinflight-y-deactivated201508 asked: Random headcanon i just remembered i had: Mako really knows her way around her phone's emoji bar and when she's happy enough she'll use them often. Raleigh picked up on her habit and enjoys texting with her in emojis. Chuck, on the other hand, is eternally and endlessly frustrated because?? Why would you do that? How on Earth can you understand each other?? The only answer Team G Danger have for him is a smug little 😎
mr_raleigh_mori: mako?
mr_raleigh_mori: maaaako
mr_raleigh_mori: (￣ρ￣)..zzZZ ?
chainswordmaker: (￣ρ￣)..zz–
chainswordmaker: (; _ ;) 
mr_raleigh_mori: ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆
mr_raleigh_mori: (￣﹃￣) ?
mr_raleigh_mori: ( ˘▽˘)っ♨
chainswordmaker: (*´︶`*)╯♡
mr_raleigh_mori: (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) 
mr_raleigh_mori: 10 minut–
Chuck takes her mobile, squints at the screen. “The fuck’re you two going on about?” 
Mako answers smugly, reclaims her mobile. 
“That tells me nothing.”
Mako burrows back under the covers. 
Chuck sighs loudly, pulls the blankets up to his chin, presses his shoulder against her back. 
.
Nine minutes later, Raleigh presents them with breakfast in bed. 
==Shopping==
shmoo92:
:robinflight-y asked me who would be more likely to to ask about chips and yell “I’m always a slut for Doritos!”. The results are as follows (as well as my lousy attempt of an Australian mimicking an American accent):
Mako, the shopping cart, Chuck, and Raleigh makes their way through the grocery store.
Mako asks, at just the right volume for Raleigh to hear, “Would you like any crisps?”
Loud enough for the whole the whole aisle to hear, “'Ah’m always a sloht for Doritos!‘”
Mako tucks a packet of biscuits under her arm, looks at Raleigh expectantly.
Chuck, riding in the cart ‘because I’m a disabled war vet, I can do what I want!’, smirks and stacks a box of candy bars on the cereal.
Raleigh, ears pink and arms cradling a massive bag of rice, says, at a reasonable volume, “I would love chips, thank you, Mako.” Dumps the rice on Chuck. “I don’t actually sound like that.”
“Beg to differ, Rahleigh,”
“It’s /Raleigh.”
“Both of you,” says Mako.
Raleigh and Chuck go quiet.
“Will you toss over the chocolate, Ray?” asks Chuck.
Mako adds two bags of crisps to the cart, checks the list, and leaves for the frozen food aisle. 
==Rest Stop #32==
Inspired by "#FUEL FOR THE OT3 FIRE #REST STOP NUMBER 32 #MAKO IS SLEEPING IN THE BACKSEAT WITH A HOT WATER BOTTLE ON HER STOMACH # THE SLEEP AIDE KNOCKED HER OUT AND HOPEFULLY THE MIDOL’S DOING SOMETHING TO HELP AS WELL #CHUCK AND RALEIGH BUY EVERY KIND OF CHOCOLATE IN THE LIQUOR STORE WHEN SHE WAKES UP (CHUCK’S IDEA AND RALEIGH HAS TO KISS HIM FOR IT WHEN THEY GET BACK IN THE CAR) #PLUS TWO ENORMOUS CUPS OF COFFEE FOR THEM # (AND OK MAYBE THEY SPLIT THE KING SIZE MILKY WAY FOR SOME EXTRA ENERGY FOR THE STILL-LONG-DRIVE AHEAD # BUT MAKO WILL NEVER KNOW) #THEY DO PULL OVER A FEW HOURS LATER AT A MOTEL IN NOWHERE UTAH POPULATION: 3 #AND MAKO WAKES UP FIRST #WITH BOTH OF THEM SNUGGLED ON EACH SIDE OF HER #SHE TURNS OFF THE ALARM ON RALEIGH’S PHONE AND SNUGGLES DOWN DEEPER AND WHEN THEY ALL WAKE UP AT 9 SHE DOESN’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE CANDY WRAPPERS THEY TRY TO HIDE IN A PLASTIC BAG (via jerkuleshansen)" and posted here.
Raleigh steps up to the front desk. 
The receptionist has a halo and doesn’t look up. “How many?” 
Raleigh blinks. 
Halo’s still there. 
Blinks again. 
The lights cut sunbeams through the air. 
The receptionist huffs. “A room for how many?” 
Oh! Raleigh can answer that! 
“Five is right out.” 
“Excuse me?” 
“The number. It’s not five. Or four.” 
“Could you just tell me?” 
Raleigh throttles his brain. “It’s not two?” he offers. 
The receptionist sighs heavily. “Who’s in your party?” 
“Chako, Maleigh, and me.” 
“Thank you,” the receptionist says sweetly, pulling three plastic cards from a drawer. “Cash or credit.” 
“That thing.” Raleigh points to the plastic. 
“Credit?” 
“Yea?” 
“I need your credit card.”
“But that…?”
“Is a room key. I need a credit card or cash.”
Ooooh! 
Raleigh pulls out his pocket, dumps a handful of stuff on the counter, digs a plastic card from the tissues, receipts, and candy wrappers. 
The computer beeps. 
Raleigh returns the junk to his pocket. 
The receptionist swipes the card, hands it back to him with an envelope. “Room 164.” Points. “Go out those doors, turn right. It’s the fourth door on your right.”
“Doors, right, fourth right.” 
“Want me to write it down?” 
“Doors, right, fourth right,” Raleigh mutters, heading for the doors. “Right!” Turns around. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Sleep well.”
“Thank you!” 
“Fourth right!” 
Raleigh leaves the office, turns right, passes four doors. 
“Oi! Ray!” 
Raleigh stops, wonders where the Australian came from. 
“Over here, has-been!”
Raleigh turns around. 
Grumpy ginger, old car. 
“You got us a room?” 
Say what?” 
“Us, sleeping, room. Yes or no?” 
“Fourth right!” Raleigh calls. 
“Is that the room?”
Raleigh shrugs. 
“Fuck this.” The ginger stumbles from the car, snatches the cards, scans the doors. “Fourth door on the right?”
“Fourth right.” 
“Fuck you.” The ginger approaches the fourth door from the office and tries the key. 
The lock beeps. 
The ginger opens the door. “You did. Thank you, /Rahleigh.” 
Raleigh feels he should be annoyed. 
“Get Mako, will ya?” 
Mako!
“From the car. She’s asleep. Don’t wake her up.” 
“But I don’t want to wake her up.” 
“No, you don’t. Go get her so she’s alseep.”
“Mako, car, asleep.”
“Yes. Shoo.” 
==Don't have Kittens==
shmoo92: 
:hauntedfalcon: 
::shmoo92: 
:::I wish you would write a fic where Mako and Chuck have a problem with cats.
::Alas, cats are not my forté! Though they are clearly yours… can I redirect a wish back on the wisher? ;) 
:Can’t believe this was so simple!
:(An AU of some sort, everyone lives? no Kaiju? Take your pick.)
Chuck hears whining from outside.
“"Chuck!”“ calls Mako from the office.
“I’m going!” He heaves himself out of bed, makes it into the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen only to find Max figured out the dog door–
“How do you feel about kittens?” asks Rahleigh, cutting a slice of Vegemite toast in half.
–or Rahleigh’s back from his run.
“What?” asks Chuck.
Rahleigh swallows, nods. “Kittens.”
Chuck shuffles around, and it occurs to him the ambient noise contains more chirps and squeaks than usual.
There’s Max in his doggy bed, panting ecstatically, sitting proudly behind four kittens chirping and squeaking between his paws.
“Why do we have kittens?” grunts Chuck.
Rahleigh shrugs, covers his mouth. “‘e’s or doh.”
“Thanks, /Rahleigh.”
Max picks up one of the kittens, waddles over, sets the fuzzy little thing at Chuck’s feet, and looks up, absolutely pleased with himself.
“Never getting rid of them, ay?”
Max woofs.
The kittens meep.
Chuck sighs heavily.
“They’re pretty cute,” says Rahleigh.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Rahleigh doesn’t grin but his stupid blue eyes twinkle and he puts his plate in the dishwasher.
Chuck tromps from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into Mako’s office. “How do you feel about kittens.”
“Excuse me,” says Mako, and then she mutes the headset and faces him. “Pardon?”
“Kittens. Four. Max related. Your puppy thinks they’re cute.”
“Kittens typically are,” says Mako. “One moment, please.” She spins back around, unmutes her headset. “My apologies,” she greets.
Chuck trudges from the office, down the stairs, and back to the kitchen and oh, there’s toast for him the world is kind–
“You’re welcome,” says Rahleigh.
“Fuck you,” grunts Chuck.
“Yes, that’s what we’ve been doing,” says Raleigh.
Chuck just gives him a dirty look and takes his plate to the table.
Rahleigh grins, continues setting out tiny dishes of food for the kittens.
Max, back in his bed with the fourth kitten, lays down and grooms one of the others.
“Traitor,” grumbles Chuck.
Mako appears in the kitchen and she looks gorgeous–
“Chuck.” She smiles, taps her chin and shit, Chuck’s sitting there with toast hanging from his mouth.
“Tea?” offers Rahleigh.
“That would be lovely, thank you.” Leans against his side. “What’s this about kittens?”
“Four,” says Chuck.
“Yes,” replies Mako. “Where did they come from?”
“Max-related.”
Mako asks Rahleigh.
Rahleigh shrugs, nods at Max’s bed.
“Oh, they’re adorable,” coos Mako.
“They’re kittens,” grumbles Chuck. “Don’t do a whole lot else.” Stuffs the rest of his toast in his mouth.
“We’ve established that,” says Mako. “We’re keeping them.”
Chuck squeaks.
“Have you any pet shampoo?”
“Mmhr?”
Mako asks Rahleigh, “Would you be so kind as to buy some, please?”
“Consider it done,” says Rahleigh and he’s out the door.
“Come along, please,” says Mako, arms full of kittens.
Chuck sighs, gets up and puts his plate in the sink, and follows her back up the stairs to the master suite, Max basically skipping at his heels.
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