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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

#if i want to get realllly out of my comfort zone #i could talk about how my brain automatically started going 'ok this is how they interact with The Neighbors'#but i think. ill save that for now #listen listen for my whole life ive always kept my fan-ocs expressly separate from canon characters #i either put them far away from the action or in a different point in time entirely #but i can. i can have fun? with this maybe? its just a silly side thing... im playing with dolls...#i have Thoughts...#scribble salad #wh oc #welcome home oc #mairy will sometimes crush Difficult To Crush things to intimidate choice people #she's intimidating and she knows it! she'd rather be nice but sometimes a bitch has to get smacked #mairy: im a pacifist #mairy: *loading shotgun* however-#derry often steals casey's yarn for their own hoard #so casey has to go steal it back (or ask for it. either way derry makes a fuss)#I LOVE THEM. FUCK #i dont need any more ocs please... i already have several hundred...

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fuck-customers · 3 months

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I wanted to address a reply I saw on this post that I submitted. (I prefer to stay anonymous on the off-chance that someone could figure out who I am from my blog. The chance is EXTREMELY small, but if you read the original ask, you'll understand my concern)

Someone responded, saying that (I'm paraphrasing) by leaving negative reviews, I'm causing corporate to cut hours to my location even more and this is hurting me and I should instead leave fake positive reviews.

Ok I GET where you're coming from, I do, and I'm sure others have had that same thought. HOWEVER, as I said in my original post, I. WANT. THAT. STORE. TO BURN. I said in my original post that I've worked there several years (actually 4+ years more than any other employee at my particular location) and I've gotten shit on left and right. By the company, by management, and by customers and while I am looking for another job, it would make me SO happy to watch that shithole burn.

In the time I've worked there:

-My hours are always the first to be cut whenever "budget cuts" come around

-I regularly get scheduled closing shift when the other shifts CLEARLY have not done their tasks (as in I clocked in less than a minute ago and my manager can clearly see that the amount of work left could not physically be made in 1 minute) yet the manager is on my ass every few seconds to clean up after all of them and if my shift ends and I cannot finish, I get a talking to.

-I have been physically shoved by a manager and berated in front of coworkers and customers and that + the already stressful day I was having made me hide in the bathroom and cry. Then a few days later, another manager who wasn't even there that day heard about the incident (not the crying part-I hid) and made fun of me for a small mistake and said that I deserved the other manager yelling at me

-I spent my first year covering every single shift whenever asked and cross-trained myself so I could work in all departments and get more hours that way (🤡) only to be repaid by never getting promotions or raises (I did stop covering shifts after it was blatantly obvious that I would not get a raise/promotion/anything but taken advantage of)

-I worked the entire pandemic every day, almost to full-time, yet they refused to actually make me full-time, scheduling me just under (30-35 hours) so I was essentially working full-time hours without being able to get full-time benefits.

-An SM that worked there for a year apparently was threatened by me (though in no way was I after her job, I even repeatedly expressed that I had no interest in becoming management) and proceeded to fabricate an entire false story and reported it to HR as an EEOC issue in an attempt to get me fired

-Plus the multiple leads that have come and go that either treat all employees like dogshit and/or me, specifically. Talking down to me/us and snapping at me/us.

-Not to mention the disrespectful customers who see that I appear young and automatically assume I am stupid and/or incompetent, the most memorable experience being the old man who straight up asked me if I had brain damage and the (separate) old woman who straight up asked me if I was stupid and then immediately flat-out called me stupid to my face 10 seconds later.

PLUS: the store has been extremely noticeably not managed. We don't get enough hours to actually clean the store up and when I personally tried to start some cleanup projects on my own, I was actively discouraged and scolded by management. The place is a mess and actual customers have complained to me personally and other employees that I've witnessed about how shitty the store looks and how shitty the shopping experience is, so odds are, real customers are making the same reviews. I'm just filling in for those who lost their receipts.

ALSO: In the years I've worked there, I have seen several positive reviews from real customers, in fact the store used to have almost exclusively positive reviews, yet I never once saw any rewards from that. I even had customers personally go up to my manager and tell him how helpful and nice I was, blah, blah, blah and he came back and told me what the customers said and never once rewarded me and instead cut my hours when budget cuts came around.

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ejzah · 2 months

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A/N: After an extremely long break, I’ve returned with this story after someone on ff.net requested an update.

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There’s Nothing Friendly About It, Part 4

“Hm, maybe I should have picked a different book,” Kensi mused, flipping to the next page of a worn copy of “Jane Eyre”. She’d just finished narrating a heartbroken Jane leaving Mr. Rochester. “I remember it being less…depressing last time I read it,” Kensi continued to Deeks, even though she knew he wouldn’t respond.

From everything she’d read, reading was supposed to stimulate brain activity, and Kensi would do anything that might help Deeks regain consciousness. It had the added benefit of filling the silence and keeping her mind occupied. Nell had dropped off a small stack of books, including a couple Harry Potters, a terrible looking romance, and a couple of fantasy novels the other day.

“Why were crazy wives in old books always from tropics? Maybe we should switch to Harry Potter. Right now He Who Must Not He Named seems a little less dark. What do you think?”

“Not the fifth one.”

Kensi’s head snapped up at Deeks’ croaked request. His eyes were slightly cracked, his head turned towards her.

“Deeks,” she whispered, all but falling out the chair in her desperation to be at his side.

“Mm,” he grunted.

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” She cupped his cheek, needing to confirm what her eyes were telling him. His skin was just as pale and cool as before, but she saw the spark of light in his eyes.

“I’m guessing it would be in poor taste to joke right now?” Deeks said, pausing every few words to catch his breath. When he was done, he cleared his throat.

“You’ve been unconscious for six days,” Kensi told him carefully. “Do you remember what happened.

“Something not good.” He coughed a couple times and winced. “I remember something about mechanic and fraud, but nothing else. Did I get shot or stabbed this time?”

“How about we talk about that after I get a nurse?”

Deeks narrowed his eyes at her, but it didn’t have its usual affect since he blinked halfway through.

“I’ll be right back.” She hurried off, grabbing the first nurse she found (they all new her at this point), who immediately grabbed a car and accompanied Kensi back to Deeks’ room.

The nurse performed the usual checks and asked Deeks a series of orientation questions. For once, he wasn’t actively flirting, but Kensi could tell the nurse was charmed by all the same. Especially when he recalled her name.

“Well, your blood pressure, oxygen, and heart rate are in a good range,” she said. “I’ll ask the speech pathologist come around to assess you and

let your doctor know you’re awake.”

“Thank you, Renee.”

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble.” Smiling at Deeks, she patted his arm, then added to Kensi. “Don’t give him anything to drink or eat until the speech pathologist is by. Ok?”

Any worry Kensi had about Deeks insisting she answer his questions turned out to be unnecessary since his eyes started slipping closed again shortly after Nurse Renee left. He slept restlessly until the speech pathologist came.

She brought in a tray of various liquids and foods, giving Deeks a little of each to try. After that, she asked him a variety of questions and story problems. Even with his energy clearly waning again, Deeks answered them with little difficulty.

In the end, she determined that Deeks didn’t have any trouble with swallowing and aside from some confusion with the date and time, his cognition appeared to be unaffected. Kensi quietly sighed in relief.

Once the room was empty again, Deeks patted the side of his bed, waiting until Kensi gingerly scooted in beside him. He looked thoroughly exhausted and in pain, but determined.

She curled around him as best she could, automatically threading a hand through his hair.

“Ok, what happened?” Deeks asked.

“We went to the mechanics garage, just like you remembered and it turned into a shootout,” Kensi started. “You were hit.” She paused, needing to steel herself against the pain of remembering him laying on the ground, trying to stop his bleeding, and then watching him lose consciousness.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m here,” Deeks murmured, shaking her free of the memories.

“The doctors said the bullet hit a small artery. You nearly bled out.” She shuddered, and Deeks kissed her temple.

“I guess that explains why it feels like several elephants walked over me.”

“Deeks.”

“I’m sorry.” He tried to slide his arm around her, but gave up when he couldn’t figure out the tangle of IVs. “Did we catch the guys who did it?”

“Um, yeah, they’re either dead or under arrest,” Kensi said. She knew what he was asking, and that she was lying by omission. She also knew she couldn’t tell him the truth. She hadn’t even come to terms with the reality that he’d been shot by a teammate.

“Good,” Deeks sighed. He closed his eyes, then squinted one back open almost immediately. “You’ll stay here?”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving.”

Closing his eyes again, he settled into the pillow. Kensi ran her fingers through his hair, relief overshadowing every other emotion.

The truth could wait until later.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #angst #Deeks whump #hurt/comfort #there’s nothing friendly about it #part 4 #au #ejzah fanfiction

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satancopilotsmytardis · 10 months

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ok so if you don't mind combining some of those prompts, the 'Messy half asleep kisses' one but with the 'Are you wearing Chapstick?' With a focus on Shigadabi, i just keep thinking about how funny and sweet it could be!

Prompt: Messy half asleep kisses + "Are you wearing chapstick?"

"What do you want for dinner, lizard-lips?" Dabi calls from the kitchen behind the bar into the main room. League is finished up with their latest job, doing their debriefing, and this one paid well enough that the others are going out for a night in the shadier parts of town and to indulge a little. He and Duster are staying to indulge with each other in a pseudo-date night. Dabi's mostly just looking forward to his lover being able to rail him without having to worry about being overheard.

"Don't call me 'lizard'!" Spinner snaps automatically.

"I wasn't talking to you, gecko!" He shouts back. "I was talking to the scaly bastard that I kiss on a regular basis."

"Keep that up and I won't be kissing you at all, firefly." Duster intones dryly as Toga coos at them and Magne snickers.

"Probably a good thing, shouldn't be putting sandpaper all over my scars."

"Alright if you two are already starting with the blatant flirting then that's our cue to fucking go." Spinner says, seconded and then contradicted by Twice. Dabi hears them shuffling out and decides that if Duster isn't going to give him an answer then he's just going to make whatever's fast.

Doesn't take long until it's just him and Shigaraki left, even less time until Duster is coming up behind him, hands curling around his hips. Keeps one finger away from his skin and Dabi tilts his head to the side as his breath trails over his neck. But he doesn't press his mouth against his skin the way he's expecting, the way he wants. He half turns to try and catch his lips, but Tomura shifts again, only manages to press his lips against the edge of his jaw.

"Duster,"

He hums, "No, you said that sandpaper was bad for your scars."

"You're so fucking petty." Stubborn too. Because they don't end up having dinner. End up in bed instead and Duster doesn't kiss him even once. Won't put his mouth anywhere on him either. Works him over with his deadly hands and cock and that's still fucking great, don't get him wrong, but Dabi likes Shig's mouth and wants it back the whole time. Doesn't get it even when he begs. Still ends up fucked-out and boneless when they're finished though, curled up against Duster's side, figures he's made his point. Will apologize or grovel if he has to tomorrow.

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Wakes up as the bed shifts. Knows that it's Shig climbing back in with him because his lover barely sleeps and never spends the whole night in bed with him once he's completely out. But always climbs back in when he notices that Dabi's starting to wake. Reaches for Duster and is able to pull him close, pull their mouths together into a sleepy, messy kiss because his brain is still getting started back up. Takes him a second to notice that Shig's lips are slicker than they should be, that there's an overwhelming, artificial fruity taste to them that he does not like. Pulls away, nose scrunching up, thinks that he smells peaches.

"What the fuck? Are you wearing chapstick?"

"You were so adamant last night, you don't like it, firefly?"

"I was being sarcastic and you're being a jackass. It's gross." He grumbles "Why do you even have peach chapstick?"

"Toga brought it back for me to help keep your bitching at bay." And he sounds incredibly smug about it.

"I fucking hate all of you, take it off."

"I don't know if I want to be nice to you when you were being so rude last night, baby."

Groveling it fucking is then. Is still sleepy and loose-limbed, but he loops his arms around Tomura's neck and presses in tight against him. "Please, sir, want your mouth on mine. Want to taste you, not something fake." Presses his own mouth to Duster's neck, kisses and nips at his skin, feels his hands tighten around his hips. Knows that his throat is sensitive, that he likes it when Dabi sinks his teeth into his skin there as much as Dabi likes it when Shig's rough with his seams. But hands on his hips means that he hasn't wiped off that nasty chapstick yet so he adds, "Love your mouth so much, makes me feel so good when you kiss me. Please, sir, please I want you to kiss me." Lets his voice thin into a needy little whine because Duster loves it when he begs too. Not even really faking it. Does want his kisses again. Not even a day without them and he's already desperate to have them back.

Should be expecting it but the air is still knocked out of him when Duster pushes him onto his back and leans over him. Wipes away the slickness from his lips and Dabi's temperature creeps up a little higher as he's allowed to pull him in again. Much better. Only the faintest traces of peaches. Never going to tell Shigaraki that he likes how rough his lips are, that the texture of his quirk-cracked skin helps Dabi feel him even more through the scarred skin of his lower lip. Savors being allowed to lick into his mouth, in how the kisses feel uncoordinated and frantic, like Duster was just as frustrated not being able to kiss him last night too. Dabi is more than happy to stay in bed until they've both had their fill now.

He does make sure to find the fucking chapstick and melt it into a puddle when they do finally get out of bed though.

Thanks for submitting!

#shigadabi #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #ask #asks #writing prompt #prompt response

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saw5 · 7 months

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i used to obfuscate any "disagreeable" feelings i had in social situations to the point of outright lying (ex: saying my opinion aligned with that of the person to whom i was speaking when it didn't, even when the topic of discussion was entirely inconsequential) because none of the virulent hatred and disgust i felt towards my own behavior was sufficient to make it less than entirely automatic. (knee-jerk, ingrained since childhood, reflexive as closing your eyes when you sneeze etc)

so i started correcting myself after i'd do something like that, even if the space between incident and revisitation was minutes, or days. notably when a print shop misprinted my poster and offered to reprint it for free and i said no that's OK i went back the next morning and was like hey someone offered to reprint this and i said no but i'd like that actually. (this scared me very much at the time.) other ex: "i know i said x when we were talking about y earlier but i actually meant z" said a thousand different ways across a thousand different contexts. eventually the pause shortened & i could fix whatever i'd said immediately afterward, usually with a lighthearted "i don't know why i just said that! here's how i actually feel ....."

which i mention now because demonstrating repeatedly to myself that actually we're not going to slink into the side alleys of conversations anymore out of the overgrown fear of what follows disagreeableness has begun to have an extraordinarily beautiful payoff in that now i have started to say what i mean as instinctively as i once swallowed it. it emerges from my mouth clean, sometimes roughly worded or clumsy but honest and immediate. this has catalyzed a tremendous improvement in my self-esteem and run concurrent with a greater lightness in social situations, a firm feeling that i am stood inalienably on even ground and free to play and explore in conversation rather than rocket down tracks laid long ago. turning an instinct into its opposite feels like magic. look what the human brain is capable of doing! look what i am!

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bumofthewild · 2 months

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omg your ffxiv journey is so sweet ;____; it's so touching to see other haurchefant fans waaaaah everything in ishgard is so crazy. do you have any thoughts? on his family, ysayle, estinien? aymeric?

awwww ty i feel like all i've really done is tweet "i love haurchefant" or complain abt fantasy racism but i'm happy you think so...! and yess infinite love for haurchefant forever i was not expecting to fall for him like that at all. he is literally perfect.......!!!

im actually obsessed w ishgard im hoping you understand that asking for my thoughts on anything is opening a floodgate but i will try to reel it in! ok! here we go!

ok i love ishgard.... i love its extremely insular and severe and almost monastic atmosphere. i am a hugeee fan of secluded locations as the setting of a story so when i realised hvw was going to be largely about ishgard i was so excited. i also really love plots where characters are in hiding/have to take refuge in a hidden and secretive place??? and then the fact that the place you have to take refuge in is haurchefants family home??? i started writing fanfic immediately i literally felt like i was being spoiled like they wrangled that from my brain i genuinely couldn't believe i could experience so much luxury all at once. of course that's been ruined after doing the vault which i have been genuinely handing terribly but. moving on!

emmanellain is so funny and i think the contrast between him and artoirel (silliness/overconfidence vs seriousness/insecurity) is really interesting, down to where you go with them on their separate missions. really fun way of exploring more of ishgard. i like their dad too he's genuinely sweet which i thought was a nice surprise. it really stuck out to me this one moment where the war worsens and he says you can't stay anymore bc its become so dangerous, bc i just automatically assumed everyone would beg you to stay and help. that really touched me. i feel like hvw somehow passed my convoluted eq test

also learning haurchefant was an illegitimate son in the way you do w artoirel just telling you really stood out to me o__o not bc that kind of thing is an issue but bc of how you learn it idk backstory on the characters kind of throws me off in a good way bc of how linear the game is. idk i cant formulate thoughts on haurchefant rn itd need its own post. some other time..

i don't believe in things like nobility as an actual moral concept, obviously, and fantasy games let alone ishgard really test my patience with it, but i do love it aesthetically. same w christianity. i really like idk arthurian medieval aesthetics. the high houses + their motifs really got me like i specifically love unicorns and roses if hvw was trying to appeal to me directly it knew exactly how. ishgard's politics too i thought that shit was so interesting i'd love to learn more about the rocky relationships btwn the houses. and we loveeeee toppling the church thank you heavensward

there were a lot of times though where i was really frustrated with the dragonsong war and this is my issue with ffxiv in general but the way it treats beast races is extremely disturbing. i pretend i cant read whenever a character on the "good" side talks about "civility" or "reason/sense". and the ishgard lore being ppl directed by their god to inhabit a land only to find that land inhabited by "savages" (the dragons) that they have to kill now bc as "reasonable" beings they have a religious claim to that land...is an insane thing to write about!!! jrpgs are crazy!!!!!! like i genuinely need it to stop but i guess they at least (???) kind of turned things around with hresvelgr and ysayle offering the perspective of the other side and i think they made it an interesting issue enough for the game but lord it is disconcerting. that being said the foundation of ishgard being a total lie (and being described constantly as a sin) is still a lot of fun to me like thank god. and the quirky somewhat found family journey w ysayle, estinien and alphinaud to unearth the truth was one of the best parts of hvw imo. i loved seeing estinien act almost like an older brother to alphinaud, and for estinien and ysayle to constantly be at odds and alphinaud trying to keep things together. i am so fond of that section of the game.. just felt like you were climbing higher and higher into figurative heaven (i love the title heavensward im glad they used it in such fun ways) and seeing stubborn bastards like estinien question what he knew. he was so funny by the way i was not expecting that even though i knew an estinien was a popular char in the game for a while. i also like ysayle a lot like her passion was very compelling, and when she finally talks to hresvelgr the way her goals would be tinged w a sort of self-serving personal feeling at times i found really interesting. all of it was so interesting whenever the plot strayed from ishgard id be like take me back PLEASEEE. idk i like chars who behave like tools (estinien) or become tools by accident (ysayle). i think those two should hang out and bicker and begrudgingly accept each other forever

also i love aymeric like i already loved aymeric from post-arr idk if you play w another dub but his english voice has this softness to it that i find so cute. idk he's kind of delicate to me maybe not what they were going for but i'm into it. the fact that post-arr to me is just watching aymeric and haurchefant be in a wol-loving contest MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACHGHH i love the ishgardians how much they like wol in a place that's notorious for being so cold is so great. i think love is real on earth. and not in the self-insert "i need every char in this game to want me" way i just mean that i like love a lot, and they are not shy about the fact that they love you. its great. also when they revealed aymeric was actually an idealist and that getting jailed as a heretic meant little to him if it could bring about a new ishgard--literal nail in my coffin. i love idealism!! i was really pleasantly surprised that the nobles you come to know decided to care more about bringing in a new age for the region rather than being noble. whether or not that change comes is to be seen ofc.. but considering the brume is a location that exists well. what is with this game and the fantasy cops always being really bad...? like is ffxiv actually down for the cause...? (joke)

ik ishgard has its whole classism thing going on but that seems more like fray's department now which i have yet to dance with.. i mean literally just dissolve the class system...but this post is already very unorganised so. no more. i would pay an infinite amount of money to bring haurchefant back. each time i think about him i slip up and think about his gravestone instead and feel nauseous. great game!

#asks #anonymous #ffxiv spoilers #heavensward spoilers #spoilers #seriously like huge spoilers for heavensward #excited for post-heavensward though *scream*#i typed this up last night and was like i need to edit it when i wake up bc its too long and its still too long

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plainemmanem · 2 years

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Okay I haven't seen stranger things yet (I know I know I know) so I don't know about Steve.

MATT HOWEVER

I watched daredevil recently but then got so consumed with uni that I feel like I didn't get to enjoy fics thos or headcannons

Plus my brain is so occupied by Bucky all the damn time ngl

So I really want to hear some of your ideas about Matt I feel like I'm not there yet with my own headcannons but who doesn't love thinking about him as frustrating as he can be

MATT 😵‍💫 the hold that man has on me…

no bc that’s the thing that man is so FRUSTRATING… like ok here’s kind of how i imagine matt in my head:

basically i’m imagining reader as an entry level lawyer, maybe going to nelson & murdock to shadow them/work as an intern. and matt AUTOMATICALLY takes a liking to you. like you come in for an interview and foggy is like “well we’ll have to deliberate together and see if you’re the right fit-“ but matt immediately cuts him off like “we’d love to have you in board, can you start monday?” like he’s UGH

also, matt is SUCH a tease, and he definitely uses his heightened senses to his advantage. he’ll be handing you documents or sneak past you in the hall, and he’ll purposefully brush against you or gently place his hand on your hip so you don’t bump into him, and he can feel your pulse going a MILE A MINUTE. he always chuckles to himself over how sensitive you are to him, even with the most insignificant touches😵‍💫

and he especially loves when you come to court to watch him on a case. you’re always very punctual, vigorously taking notes and writing down any and all information you can. but sometimes, when matt’s really go at it (typically on a cross examination) you get sort of… distracted😵‍💫 he just looks so hot up there questioning the witness. he’s obviously very easy on the eyes (you can tell he’s absolutely ripped under the suit i mean come on how is a lawyer so fit?), but it’s the fact that he makes it look so easy. he seems to always now what to say and how to make things go his way, especially in court, and it honestly just makes you want him ALL THE MORE🤭 but sometimes, matt is so focused in on your increasing heart rate and your elevated body temperature that he sometimes looses his train of thought. matt will hear you make the slightest little gasp at his line of questioning - no one else would even be able to hear you, but he obviously catches it - and he will stop mid sentence just listening to your breathing😵‍💫 the judge would be like “you ok councilor?” and matt would be all flustered like “ahem, sorry, where was i?” UGH

plus, he’s a HUGE tease before you’re officially together, always being overly flirtatious at josie’s or even at work on late nights. foggy always acts disgusted and it’s so funny💀 matt’s just so smooth it’s like electricity every time you talk to him, and he loves to get a reaction out of you. it’s always a lot more fun at night after work at josie’s bc matt takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves and the things you would let that man do to you…

but i think the key to matt is that after you guys start officially dating/eventually living together, he becomes the most shy, blushy, flustered man alive. like he’s never really been good with emotions or relationships in general, and you can get to him so easily. he’s definitely still cocky and suave with you, but you’ve found little ways to push his buttons and make him BLUSH LIKE A MADMAN😫 you’re favorite one is calling him “handsome” in public, he simply does not know how to react. the first time you called him that he genuinely had to excuse himself from the convo SNHDJSK

i gotta stop myself bc i could take FOREVER about him🫶🫶🫶

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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I have been reading a couple of stories on ao3 that is based on Beauty and the Beast, where Bruno is turned into a rat monster and Mirabel ends up meeting him as a child and saving him as a teen. I would love to see your take on this au.

Oh! I have heard of stories like this, but I haven't actually gotten around to reading one BUT I did read/watch Beauty and the Beast, so eskitit.

Sorry this took so long, I kept getting side tracked, BUT IM HERE 😭

So I think that she progressively save him over time. As you said, she met him as a child. For some weird reason, she was not at all freaked out by him? If anything, she was just curious. Little 5 year old Mirab had nothing to do around the village, so she ends up wandering off a lot, hence why she met Bruno.

She learns that he's lonely and she is not having it at all. If no one else will be his friend, she will, she doesn't care about what he looks like. All she knows is that he's nice asl, sometimes sees the future, and for some reason sort of loots like a rat; but again, thats OK with her. Its not like anyone else will play with her.

Over the years, she keeps going back, just being a friend. He won't say why he is the way he is, but he has implied that he was once human, like her. He doesn't talk about it often though. He also tells her to never, ever , touch the vision that sits in a room alone. As a child, shes only seen him make a vision like 3 times, but he usually destroyed them after that. But the one vision he won't allow anyone or anything to touch, is the one in the glass case.

And she's always obeyed this rule. She never went into the room, she could only look from afar. She could never actually tell what was on the tablet and Bruno sure as heck wasn't gonna tell her. But she did notice that every so often, the tablet would be missing a small piece off the corner or something like that. Strange.

Mirabel doesn't even know that Bruno is her tío until she's like. 12. He's just talking about his past life and all that and mentions Julieta and Pepa and Mirabel kind of just connects the dots from there. And then she makes it her mission to save him. Bruno won't tell her how, but she's going to figure it out by herself if she has too.

It takes her months of digging, but she finally figures it out: she has to somehow integrate Bruno back into the family. Or, at least get the family to recognize him as a loved family member again.

She automatically rules out Alma and Isabela to start out with, obviously. Pepa is too emotional, and the 4 other grandkids just don't find interest in him. So that left Julieta, Agustín, Felíx, and Antonio.

She starts with little 2 year old Antonio.

Anddddd that’s all I got. My brain just said times up 😭 BUT, if you want me to continue, send in another ask and I’ll do my best to rack my brain for the rest. Meanwhile, I’m gonna go rewatch Beauty and the Beast.

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto bruno #encanto beauty and the beast AU #encanto antonio #encanto julieta

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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long distance relationship scenario?

😂😂😂 why did my brain automatically think about Jay and his s/o FaceTiming each other while naked? 😳🫢🫣🤭__________________________________________

*this scenario takes place on a hot day in July 2019*

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It wasn’t easy being in a relationship with someone who lived halfway around the world but then again, there was nothing normal about your relationship with Jay.

You knew each other since you were little. Jay was your first kiss. Your first boyfriend. The one who took your virginity. But then he left, and although he promised to come back, you knew he wouldn’t.

So it came as a complete shock to you when he confessed his feelings for you during one of his recent visits.

“What does that mean?” You had asked him.

Were you supposed to pack your bags and follow him to South Korea? Or did he just want to get it off his chest?

The more you thought about it, the more the latter option made sense. Jay didn’t strike you as a guy who would date someone he couldn’t be with.

But you couldn’t have been more wrong.

As soon as he was back in Seoul he started calling, texting, even FaceTiming you whenever he had free time.

‘What are you doing?’

‘How’s the weather?’

‘How was your breakfast/lunch/dinner?’

‘What did you do on the weekend?’

‘How was work today?’

At first you answered all his questions with a chuckle, not quite getting his joke. But as time went by his tone changed.

‘I miss you!’

‘I wish I could be with you!’

‘I would do this and that if I was with you right now.’

He confused you, but you wouldn’t let it show. Then one day you told him about a new colleague who tried hitting on you and watched as Jay’s whole demeanor changed.

‘… and what did you say?’

“What do you mean?”

‘You told him you have a boyfriend, right?’

“I do?”

‘What the…? I know we didn’t properly talk about it but I thought you knew?’

“I’m just teasing you. Relax!” You said, watching his face on the screen get redder and redder. You refrained from telling him he looked cute when he was mad.

There was a long pause in which neither of you spoke. For a moment you thought the screen froze but then Jay blinked.

‘I know you’re not a fan of the long distance thing, but honestly, even if you were here, I wouldn’t be able to see you as much as I would want to.’

“That busy, huh?”

‘You know I’m going on tour, right? I thought maybe you’d want to join me for the U.S. leg? Come on the road with me!’

“For a whole month?”

It was doable for you since you were a writer but being crammed in a tour bus or living out of a suitcase was a weird way for a new couple to spend time together.

‘I want to see you! Be with you. I have my last show in Seattle on December 1st and then two weeks off before I have to fly back to Seoul. I’d like to spend them with you.’

“Me too.” You said, but you sounded less convincing.

Truth be told, you liked this whole long distance thing. Especially when had to listen to your friends talk about their problems with their boyfriends. They were messy, unreliable and forgot important dates. You didn’t have that problem with Jay.

He remembered to FaceTime you every day, ask about your day, tell you how much he loved you.

What would it be like if you were actually physically together? Would things still be the same or would you go on each other’s nerves because you never actually lived together.

“Did you ever live with any of your exes?”

‘갑자기?’

“Did you or did you not?”

‘Of course not!’

“Then how do you know we won’t get on each other’s nerves?”

‘Babe! Are you concerned about that? Don’t worry, it’ll be fine!’

“You think?”

‘Yes! I’m sure.’

“Ok then, I’ll go on the road with you.”

The smile on his face brightened and he winked at you when you noticed his hand traveling south to the strings on his sweatpants.

“What are you doing?”

‘I’ve missed you.’

You saw a glint in his eyes, he clearly talked about the x-rated video of you lolling around naked in bed you had sent him last month.

“Then go and watch the video I sent you.” You answered coyly.

‘Why, when I have you right here?’ He pulled his sweatpants down, revealing the fact that we wore no underwear underneath. ‘Your turn now!’

Were you really doing this? It was one thing to record a little spicy video and send it to him and another thing to strip for him live on camera.

To hell with it!, you thought, before you pulled your dress over your head, sitting there in your lace underwear.

‘You have my favorite underwear on! Admit it, you were planning for something like this to happen!’

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached behind your back to undo your bra. Simultaneously you saw Jay’s shirt come off, his washboard abs looking well defined.

Your panties were the last thing to come off before you mimicked Jay’s posture and sat legs apart in front of your laptop.

‘Touch yourself for me, baby!’

You did as instructed, massaging your breasts with one hand while the other rubbed your clit. Your eyelids fluttered but Jay’s hoarse voice made you look at him as he stroked his erection. You saw the precum dripping off its tip as Jay viciously licked his lips, his eyes glued on your body.

‘The things I would do to you!’

His sexy moans took you over the edge and you screamed out his name, panting as you threw your head back, riding out your orgasm.

Soon after you heard Jay spewing profanities as he too came. You opened your eyes and a blush crept up your face. Suddenly you felt very shy.

“Ok, umm, I gotta go. Bye.”

You quickly disconnected the call and cursed mentally when you received Jay’s text seconds later.

Don’t feel embarrassed, babygirl! I enjoyed it a lot 😉

You sighed, thinking how you’d survive the next three months until you would reunite with Jay.

#jay park #more soju please #park jaybum #park jaebum #park jaebeom #ask response #ask request #anon response #anon request #send asks #ask me anything #anon ask #asks open

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nicknelsonhugs · 2 years

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Cause We’re In Love

Here’s an excerpt of my latest Heartstopper one-shot. You can read the whole thing on A03 here!

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Theater 4, the 7:15p showing of Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness lets out, spilling a large group of patrons into the once empty lobby.

“I can’t BELIEVE that end credit scene! I mean, that’s going to change everything!!” Nick babbles, swinging Charlie’s hand as they exit the cinema.

Charlie snorts, endeared by his boyfriends excitement. “Which end credit scene? There were two!”

“There are always two!”

“Uhh, yes ! I know! I’ve seen enough Marvel movies to know that!”

“Yes, well, you’re welcome for that,” Nick teases, bumping shoulders with Charlie. “But seriously, that ending is wild. I wonder what that’s going to mean for Love & Thunder. I think-”

Nick continues his monologue, Charlie happily listening to his boyfriend (even though he has no idea what he’s talking about) as they exit the building, walking out onto the roof of the parking structure.

It’s dark and cold outside, close to midnight already. Large dark storm clouds are building in the distance, threatening to consume them any minute.

Automatically Charlie steps closer to Nick, seeking his warmth.

“I think we parked over there, yeah?” Nick asks, nodding his head towards the far end of the parking lot.

“Hmm,” Charlie hums in agreement.

“Oh, shit ,” Nick stops suddenly, dropping Charlie’s hand to riffle through his pockets, pulling them inside out one by one. “Shit, Shit! I think I dropped my phone in the cinema!”

“Oh. Oh no!”

“Just wait here. I’ll be right back, ok?” Nick jogs back to the cinema, leaving Charlie standing in the middle of the parking lot.

The temperature seems to drop the minute Nick leaves Charlie’s side. Crossing his arms over his chest, Charlie bounces on the balls of his feet trying to stay warm. The wind picks up, throwing leaves and debris around his feet.

Glancing around, Charlie notices he’s alone on the roof. Not a soul in sight despite the fact that their full theater had just let out.

A feeling of dread starts to build in the pit of his stomach. He wonders what’s taking Nick so long? Maybe he should go inside before it starts raining? But he doesn’t want Nick to come back outside to find him gone. He doesn’t have his phone so…what if he goes back inside only for Nick to come back outside, with still no phone, it could have been stolen by now, and then Nick would have to search for him. That would be so annoying for Nick.

Charlie bites his bottom lip, debating what he should do.

It shouldn’t be this hard. Making a simple decision like this shouldn’t be this agonizing.

But Charlie’s brain has always like this, agonizing over every stupid little detail like some tragic loser.

Charlie’s jumps, gasping.

“Some tragic loser with barely any friends." Charlie hears Ben’s word ring in his ears.

Oh.

Charlie looks around, taking in the dark empty parking lot. This is where it happened. This is where Ben said all of those horrible things to him.

“Who let bullies walk all over him.”

Charlie remembers how small and pathetic he felt.

Winding his arms tighter, Charlie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to fight the tears threatening to spill.

“Well, I believe you’re not going out with him. Cause no one would go out with someone as desperate as you.”

It’s then that the rain starts to fall. Charlie’s tears finally spill over, mixing with the rain running down his cheeks.

#heartstopper #heartstopper tv #heartstopper netflix #renew heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #nick x charlie #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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starving-to-skinny12 · 2 years

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🥹🫠 Guys, This story actually has a happy ending and I hope someone reads it and regains some faith in humanity lol🫠🥹 HOWEVER

Gonna get personal for a second. I had a legitimate breakdown at college today.

(Sorry it typed out way longer than I intended it too be)

Ok so here is how it happened

I literally went in to take my test today and I legit had a mental breakdown not even gonna lie. They handed me the test and I was already on edge from no sleep and then my ADHD meds on no sleep and a BANG (do not recommend at all) and luckily it was a situation where I got my own room to take this test in. Anyhow, I legit start crying like to the point where I can’t even read the questions and then if I managed to read it I started crying even more because my brain started to think I’m automatically going to get the answer wrong. So anyway I legit get up and walk out of the test!! to the office of the guy in charge of watching over the test taking. He literally knew shit was wrong. He was on the phone and and legit told the person on the other line “hey I’m gonna have to call you back”.🥺 Literally the second he hangs up I tried to get a sentence out and I all I could manage was literally me crying almost to the point of it being hysterical (embarrassed af about that btw) and me saying “I’m so sorry but I can’t take the test right now, I don’t care if he doesn’t give me a grade I can’t” He legit takes the test from me and says it’s totally fine and that it’s going to be ok and then he went to get me water 🥹 and to find my “school counselor” like the person who does your education plan not a therapist lol and she happened to be there and she talked to me and I told her how I literally haven’t slept and my bipolar is not doing that well right now and how my physical health isn’t the best either since I went to urgent care. Anyways long story but in the end, it fucking worked out and it was a miracle. They even said they’d call the Professor and ask him to let me retake the test. So moral of the story, I was shocked by the kindness I was shown today and I’m really moved actually that it played out this way because I was clearly in distress and they actually are giving me a second chance.

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ejzah · 7 months

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It’s Baby Time, Part 2

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“Deeks!” he heard Kensi shout from across the house. He paused with an Allen wrench in one hand

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m pretty sure my water just broke,” she called back. He didn’t say anything for a moment as his brain froze.

“Um, sorry but it sounded like you just said your water broke,” he said, jogging through the house, until he found Kensi. She sat in the middle of the master bath with her legs slightly bent, a slightly shocked expression on her face. “Baby?”

She held up her wet fingertips in answer, nodding to the small puddle of liquid on the tile.

“Ok, that a few weeks earlier than what we expected. But Sheila said that wasn’t unusual with twins, right?”

“Yeah. I just thought there’d be more warning signs.”

“I guess the whole semen thing isn’t such a myth after all,” he said, and Kensi look up at him incredulously.

“Are you really joking about sex right now?” she asked. He shrugged.

“You know how I am. It’s either that or panic a little bit.”

“Mm, I have complete faith in you,” Kensi assured him.

“Ok, I’m going to call Sheila.” He belatedly realized he was still holding the wrench and tucked it into his pocket as he grabbed his phone. “But first I’ll grab you some shorts and a towel,” he decided, seeing how Kensi was awkwardly crouched on the floor.

When he returned a couple minutes later, Kensi had moved back again the sink cupboard; she inhaled slowly through her nose, eyes shut.

“Baby, are you ok?”

She opened her eyes slowly, taking a few extra seconds to focus on him. “Yeah, it’s just a lot more intense than I expected. Most of the mommy blogs, and books, and Instagram posts all talk about a dull ache and pressure, but this feels like super strong cramps.”

“Well, let me help you put these on, you can get back in bed,” Deeks suggested. “and then I’ll call Sheila.”

Kensi reached up, grabbing ahold of his forearm when he offered it, and laboriously pulled herself up. She used his shoulder as a brace while she clumsily pulled the shorts on. “Laying down sounds horrible right now. I think I’m just going to walk around for a while.” She winced suddenly, hand clamping down on his arm while she squeezed her eyes shut for about five seconds.

“Was that a contraction?” he asked, automatically resting a supporting hand on Kensi’s lower back. He found it a little disconcerting that she was already in this much pain.

“I think so. It wasn’t too bad,” she insisted, and he wasn’t sure which of them she was trying to convince.

While he made the call, he started pulling out various supplies from the garage. With his cell tucked between his ear and shoulder, he dragged out the pool, as Sheila asked him about Kensi’s condition, and gave precise instructions. He’d always found her to have a calming, reassuring presence, and today was no different. By the time they ended the call, he felt more at ease.

He found Kensi walking the length of their bedroom, her hair pulled up in a loose bun now. He could swear her bump looked lower than just a few minutes ago.

“What did Sheila say?”

“She was with another client, but she’s coming her as soon as she finishes. She estimates about an hour,” Deeks related. “I told her that you were already having some contractions, which she said is fine. We only need to worry if they dramatically increase in duration and frequency. At which point, we should head to the hospital and she’ll meet us there.”

“How long for the contractions?” Kensi asked shortly, panting slightly as she paced quickly, one hand braced underneath her belly.

“Around a minute long every 3-4 minutes.” He watched for a few more seconds, knowing the answer before he even asked, “You’re there already aren’t you?”

“Yep. I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the hospital.”

“Ok, we’re doing this, this is happening,” Deeks babbled breathlessly. He’d delivered a few babies over the years, but never twins. Although he’d prepared just in case, he’d never seriously considered having to deliver his own children.

He closed his eyes, pausing to inhale as deeply as he could, then blew it out slowly, centering himself. When he opened his eyes again, he felt calmer, focused on the task at hand. “Alright, let’s get you in the bathroom.”

Kensi nodded, walking slowly with Deeks besides her. She paused in the doorway, lips clamping tight as she rode out another contraction. “Oh, that was a good one,” she muttered from between her teeth.

Once they were in the bathroom, Deeks helped her settle on the closed toilet, immediately turning to rush back out. Kensi grabbed his arm before he could leave.

“Where are you going?”

I gotta grab the birth kit. Unfortunately, I don’t think we have time to fill the pool up.”

“Yeah, probably not,” Kensi agreed with a faint smile. “Maybe grab a bottle of vodka while you’re down there.” He kissed her temple, lingering for a second, then he was off again.

He gathered everything with a single-minded focus, the immediacy of the situation not leaving time for him to worry. It only took a few minutes, but when he made it back to Kensi, she’d moved to the edge of the toilet, her left hand gripping the side of the counter so tightly, her fingers were bright white.

“You better make this quick, because it feels like these babies are ready to come right now,” she warned him.

Deeks threw one of the tarps across the floor, laying out gauze and other supplies before he turned back to Kensi.

“You ready?”

“Not even a little bit,” she said with a soft laugh, that morphed into a moan of pain halfway through.

“It’s ok, you’re going to be amazing,” Deeks told her, reaching out with both hands. Kensi took them, squeezing tightly as she stood, grabbing the counter again while Deeks helped her out of the shorts.

He was still kneeling, when Kensi let out a strangled noise, her free hand instantly finding his shoulder. “I need to push,” she gasped out in between short, panting breaths.

“Ok, it’s alright, just breathe with me, baby. I’ve got you,” Deeks said, modeling a steady pattern, Kensi following along after a few cycles. He gently reached between her legs, shocked when he felt the soft crown of a baby’s head beneath his fingers.

“Oh my god,” he muttered without thinking.

“I told you they were ready.”

“Yeah, yeah, you did.” He didn’t have time to say anything else as Kensi exhaled, long and shaking, and the baby’s entire head popped out. “Ok, good, that’s really good, baby. Keep on pushing as steady as you can,” he encouraged, gently freeing one shoulder. Kensi gave another hard push, and he held a baby in his hands.

He swiped the fluid away from its mouth and nose, marveling at the tiny human in his arms. His strength wavered ever so slightly as he rested his hand over the baby’s chest, fingers trembling. Then he made a sound of relief when he felt the tiny beat of a heart thumping back against his palm. A moment later, her little mouth opened and she cried, head turning, seeking out the warmth of his skin.

“Deeks?” Kensi said, and he realized he’d been silent for too long.

“It’s a girl.” He grabbed one of the blankets, quickly swaddling the baby, and held her up. Kensi made a soft sobbing sound, reaching out to brush her fingers over the baby’s head.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered, then winced again. “I think it’s time for round two.”

Deeks set the first baby to the side, securing her in a second towel, and set her in the sink of all places, then returned to Kensi’s side.

The second baby, a boy who was equally as tiny, came even faster, taking just a few short pushes, which was good since Kensi’s legs were trembling with the effort of standing. As soon as he’d ensured the baby boy’s mouth and nose were clear and he was breathing, Deeks helped her to the floor.

She brushed a handful of damp hair out of her eyes, reaching for the baby boy. Deeks cradled the other baby, gently wiping away the fluid and vernix. He gave a soft whimpering cry, burrowing his little face into Deeks’ hand.

“Oh, he’s beautiful.” He’d never heard such awe in Kensi’s voice before.

Deeks carefully placed the other baby in her arm, tears forming in his eyes, as he looked down at them all.

“They both are,” he said, slightly dazed now that it was over. Kensi nodded slightly in agreement, kissing each baby’s head.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered, sounding just as stunned as Deeks felt. “We just delivered our twins all by ourselves.”

“It’s insane,” Deeks agreed with a slightly hysterical laugh.

“Thank you for being her with me.”

“Like I’d be anywhere else. Besides, you did all the work.” And he was in complete awe of her.

“I’d never have been able to do it without you,” Kensi insisted. She leaned forward, waiting for Deeks to meet her halfway, catching the corner of his mouth with her lips. When she pulled back, she look back down at the babies. “Look at what we made.”

“Pretty freaking amazing,” Deeks said, cupping the back of a tiny head.

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A/N: I don’t think Kensi and Deeks actually have a spare bedroom, but we’re not going to make them go through the ordeal of moving to a larger place just now.

And yes, I realize certain aspects of this scenario are slightly unrealistic. But, I know that it is quite possible to have a baby that quickly. A relative of mine had to unexpectedly help his wife deliver their baby at home in a similar situation.

Also, it’s quite tricky figuring out what to do with a baby still attached to an umbilical cord, when there’s another baby on the way and there’s no one to hold said first baby.

Small part three to follow.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #fluff #densi twins #it’s baby time #part 2 #I will manifest these fictional twins into existence #ejzah fanfiction

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