#daddy deeks

[ejzah]

Random head canon:

Deeks is definitely going to be that kind of dad who enjoys taking the kids to fairs, pumpkin patches, and Christmas light tours. He’ll gladly go through the not-so-fun “fun house” because it’s a favorite and buy way too many slushies. He’ll tell them about the summer he ran the mouse game tent—he may or may not have given his crush several free stuffed bears—and the year he and Ray saved up enough money to go on all the rides.

[aladaylessecondblog]

Sunnar/Haj-deek in the one AU, finding out who daddy is

"You WHAT. Mother. No. You must be lying!"

the ring tells the tale tho. and the robe.

[weirdraccoon]

Fig’s reaction to Em-Sea’s PTSD? Maybe she got issues from the repository battle (fig did not die she saved him with her ancient magic and daddy fig lives it’s a cannon event he is alive😭).

Em-Se wakes up in a cold sweat every night and has a hard time falling back asleep. She tries to keep it from Fig as much as she can bcuz she doesn’t want him to know just how bad she’s struggling. She uses the glamour charm to hide the bags under her dark and bloodshot eyes, she’s pale and thin not eating, tired all the time.

Every time she hears a loud bang she thinks it’s a goblin camp trying to attack her or poachers trying to kill her. Shes constantly looking over her shoulder afraid that one of the knights she faced (idk wtf else they were) is sneaking up on her.

Em-Sea is really fucked up and one night she wakes up shaking and sweating, gets out of bed and falls to the floor from a really really bad nightmare so the girls in her dorm put her arms around their necks and take her to the infirmary. Kinda like the same scene where harry had the nightmare in OOTP and went to dumbledores office.

I'm feeling out of sorts today so Imma take those feelings and put them in here, so: ANGST, my favorite (plus little comfort since you asked but just a tiny bit cause yeah)

"Are you sure you're all right?"

MC jumped at the voice behind her. Poppy was peering at her with a worried frown on her face. If MC didn't know better, she'd say the dark bags under her eyes were visible to the world. However, she knew better and had become a professional in glamouring spells and makeup. So, whatever had Poppy worried wasn't the sleepless night or nightmares MC was careful to hide.

"I'm good," she answered with a cheeky smirk. "Why are you asking?"

Poppy only side-eyed her and sat next to her. It was common for students to sit at different tables, mainly because everyone had friends or family in different houses. MC, especially, seemed to find a friend in all four houses even if she belonged to the one.

"Nothing," Poppy sighed when MC didn't crack.

Her happy mask was on full display and not even Fig knew MC had been having mental issues, and he knew everything about the girl. Truth was, MC's nightmares were often about the repository. Sometimes Fig died in there, other times she died, and other times Ranrok escaped and tore Hogwarts down with all her friends inside.

Less frequent nightmares starred Mr. Salomon Sallow dying under her wand. Or Sebastian dying under his uncle's wand. Or, the worst yet, Sebastian dying under her wand.

All in all, she didn't want to go to sleep anymore. She stopped sleeping in the dormitory, choosing to spend her nights in the Room of Requirement where no one would be aware of her cries or fears.

Not even Deek. The elf had left when it was clear she was ready to care for her animals, plants and potions by herself.

What. She was good at faking it.

So far, at least.

That day was particularly exhausting, and MC fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She didn't even take her tie off. Or her shoes.

And, when the nightmares came, they were more real than ever. First Sebastian killing his uncle only to be killed by Anne who then turned into Ranrok and killed Fig. Then Ranrok turned into a dragon and chased her all over the highlands.

She ran.

She ran as fast as she could. Her legs burned and her feet hurt. Her head was killing her.

"Finally, you silly girl," Ranrok purred, closer and closer. "Your power is mine, MC."

She could only cry out, however, no sound came out of her mouth. Ranrok's claws grabbed her arms and she trashed, trying to escape.

"MC," Ranrok chuckled. "MC, MC."

She started crying. She tried to yell. Scream for help. The castle was close maybe someone would hear.

"MC! Merlin. Aguanenti!"

MC spluttered and blinked. Blinked again. She was in the Defense Tower. How did she-?

Fig was staring at her with wide terrified eyes.

"I was late grading some essays," he explained uselessly. One of his hands was still grabbing MC's arms, where her nightmare had put Ranrok's claw. The other hand had his wand, aiming away from her but ready to stop her if she tried anything that could hurt her.

"I was-," MC trailed off.

I was so tired I forgot to take a dreamless potion. I was so tired I forgot to lock the Room.

"I'm so tired," she ended up confessing.

Her voice broke and tears began running down her face. Once she started, she couldn't seem to stop. She sobbed. She cried and cried and Fig pulled her into his arms, not caring that her runny nose and tears could ruin his robes.

"Oh, MC," he shushed, rocking her back and fort a little. "I'm so sorry."

For not noticing. For not offering help. For not helping when he knew how difficult it was for her to ask for help in the first place.

"I just wan'it to end," MC wailed between sobs. "All'of'it!"

Fig closed his eyes, pained to his soul at hearing such words with such heavy meaning coming out from a barely sixteen year old.

He could onlu hugged her tighter.

He'd make sure she knew she was not alone.

[glenncoco4]

Beach Babe

A smile spreads to Kensi’s face as her husband brings the back of her hand that’s intertwined with his to his lips. The sun beaming down on them, her toes in the sand and their girls playing in the water…what more could she ask for.

Turning to meet his eyes, hidden behind his aviators, she slowly lets her eyes drift down to his glistening sun kissed chest.

“Excuse me, but my eyes are up here.”

She feels the heat rise to her cheeks at being caught but who could blame her? “Hey, you’re mine. I can look all I want.”

“You can also touch.” He wiggles his eyebrows before letting his eyes drift down her body. Public beach. They’re at a public beach.

“Excuse me. My eyes are up here.”

“Yeah, well mine are down here.”

She can’t fight back the smile on her face as she leans over in her beach chair, titling his head up, and brings her lips to his. “Mmmh, tasty.”

“I remember saying the exact same thing this morning when I woke you up. Wouldn’t mind going to sleep the same way.”

“Oh, really? I was actually gonna do a little something for you tonight.”

“You don’t mean…”

She bites her lower lip and nods, bringing her lips to his ear. “I’m gonna undress you slowly, pump your cock until you’re begging-“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

The brunette turns towards their baby, who’s running towards them as Deeks lets out a whimper.

Placing a kiss to his cheek, she takes a calming breath. “What baby?”

The 4 year old’s hazel eyes are as wide as saucers as she looks back and forth between her parents. “Have you ever just looked at the beach and…you just wanna live here?”

Deeks turns to his wife with a shit eating grin on his face and shrugs. “She gets it.”

“We should get a boat like Uncle Sam and live on the water!”

“Uh, but what about a yard for you to play in with Nutmeg?”

“We can play fetch on the beach! She told me she loves it here.”

“She did?”

“Yeah!”

“We’ll talk about it.”

“Yay!!”

The tiny dirty blonde plops down on Kensi, giving her a big hug. “Thank you, mommy!”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

“Excuse me?”

Harper curls in Kensi’s lap, meeting her daddy’s eyes. “Yes?”

“Don’t I get a hug?”

“Only if you come play with me and Rosa.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but okay.”

Harper hops, placing her hands on her hips and stares down the shaggy blonde until he gets up. “Let’s go, mister.”

“You know what? I think mommy wants to come, too.”

“No, I’m gonna finish my book. You two go.”

Deeks looks down at their girl who’s all her mama and shares a mischievous look with her.

Before she knows what’s happening, little fingers are wrapped around her book and being taken out of her hand. The suddenly larger hands are wrapped around her wrist, pulling her out of her chair right before her world turns upside down.

That’s when she feels her husbands muscles move against her stomach and a perfect view of his derrière fills her vision as they grow closer and closer towards the shore.

As the infectious laughter of their little girl fills the air around her she feels the need to pinch herself. How can someone be so happy?

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “Best Seller”

The basics:  A crime cartel goes after Sam’s friend Tom Olsen.

Written by: Kyle Harimoto wrote "Omni", "Merry Evasion", "Chernoff, K", "Command and Control" as episode 150, "Granger, O.", "Ghost Gun", "Kulinda", "767", "Se Murio El Payaso", "Assets"/"Liabilities", "Venganza", "Superhuman", "One of Us", "Let Fate Decide" (season 11 premiere), "Decoy", "Answers" , "Watch Over Me", "Cash Flow", "Fukushu", "Bonafides”, “Come Together” (season 13 finale) and “Of Value”.  He co-wrote "Three Hearts", "Leipei", "Humbug", both ends of the "Matryoshka" two-parter, "Smokescreen" part two, "Searching", "A Fait Acompli" and "A Tale of Two Igors" (season 12 finale).

Directed by: James Hanlon who directed "War Cries", "The Grey Man", "Kolcheck, A", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Command and Control" (number 150), "Angels and Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke", "Black Market", "Tidings We Bring", "Can I Get a Witness?", "Cac Tu Nhan", "A Diamond in the Rough", "Into the Breach", "Human Resources”, “Commitment Issues”, "The Nobel Maidens" and “Murmuration”.

Guest stars of note:  Erik Palladino as Special Deputy U.S. Marshal Vostanik Sabatino was back from season 13’s “Hard for the Money”; Bill Goldberg as DOJ Agent Lance Hamilton is back from season 13’s “Bonafides”; David Paul Olsen as Tom Olsen is back from season 11’s “Human Resources” where people were trying to kill him there too; Lesley Boone as Nina Barnes in back from the prior episode, “A Long Time Coming” crossover episode; Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Reyes is back from “Survival of the Fittest”; Duncan Campbell as NCIS Special Agent Castor is back from “Blood Bank”; Gianni DeCenzo as Luke Austin; Eddie Kaulukukui as Army Col. Tuivasa; Daya Vaidya as Marina and Katrina Begin as Lauren Olsen.

Our heroes:  Save Sam’s buddy.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  On loan to a joint taskforce out of town for an undercover sting operation. Sam:   See Callen. Kensi:  Missing out on a girls only weekend with Rosa. Deeks:   See Sam. Fatima:   No Daddy Issues. Rountree:   Keeps full outfits in work desk drawers. Kilbride:  Unknown to those in the “Twitter-Tok universe”.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Absent. Sam:  Absent. Kensi:   A fan of Tom Olsen’s novels. Deeks:    Absent. Fatima:   Introducing Rountree to a veterinarian not a vegetarian.  Rountree:   Shorts for brunch is an interesting fashion choice. Kilbride:  Surprised a SEAL would do publicity for a book.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Not a mention.

Who's down with OTP:  Happy in life Kensi was looking for the same for Lance.  Lance, not looking. 

Who's down with BrOTP:  At the very end, Sabatino passes Fatima a beer and without making a big deal of it, Rountree quietly passes her a mineral water.  Nice taking care of your partner.

Fashion review:  Kensi wore a long-sleeve blue sweatshirt with a white vertical stripe running down the sleeves.  In the field, she had on a grey long-sleeve henley.  Fatima jogs into the episode in black running gear. She wears a long-sleeve, dark blue sweater for the rest of the episode.   Rountree starts the episode in brunch gear that honestly looks like men’s medium blue summer pajamas.  They’re shorts.  At the office, he changes into a long sleeve, dark red tee-shirt and jeans.  Kilbride wore his Kilbride uniform – dark blue suit, pale blue dress shirt

Music:  No music today.

Any notable cut scene:  Not today.

Quote:  Nina:  "All right, get out here." Sabatino leaves the food truck:  “I mean, man, those, those are great in there, huh?” Nina:  “Oh, thanks.  I was wondering why people were lining up and giving me money for them.  Mystery solved!”

They needed to find Nina a few seasons ago.

Anything else:  Sam’s buddy Tom Olsen is bow and arrow hunting in the mountains.  There are animals around.  He takes a shot and gets his deer.  As he tries to retrieve the animal in a valley, a coyote makes an odd noise and moves away.  Suddenly from the top of a hill, a man opens fire on Olsen.  Olsen uses his trusty bow and arrow to stop that but a second gunman starts to fire.  Taking a bullet to the shoulder, Olsen pulls out his own gun and makes quick work of the second gunman.  Leaving his backpack behind, Olsen takes his bow, arrows and gun as he moved deeper into the valley.  Four more gunmen come from the top of a hill and start to track Olsen.

Fatima is jogging back home when Rountree gets out of an Uber.  She’s dressed to work out, he’s dressed for brunch.  Fatima, Rountree and a veterinarian pal of Fatima’s have brunch plans but that’s tomorrow, not today.  And that’s a good thing since they hear from Kilbride.

Walking into the boat shed, Kensi is apologizing to Rosa.  With Deeks out of town, it was supposed to be a weekend of food, movies and fun for the two but now Kensi has to work.  Rosa is fine with Kensi working – it isn’t Kensi’s fault.  Kensi asks if Rosa is okay going to the beach with her friends before realizing how silly that question was.  Kensi gives Rosa an EDC bag that includes a knife, first aid kit and a lot of things a teenage girl probably doesn’t need for the beach.  As she’s leaving for the beach, Rosa asks Kensi if they could get a raincheck for the day.  Kensi is so happy Rosa asked.

Fatima and shorts-wearing Rountree arrive at the office.  He pulls out clothes from his desk drawer – he keeps a change of clothing everywhere after “the Speedo incident”.  As he changes, Rountree asks about the veterinarian, who is a comedy club fan but isn’t really funny.  Asking about hobbies, Rountree is told the veterinarian loves magic.  Wondering why Fatima thought they’d be a pair, Rountree is shown a video of the veterinarian.  Suddenly, he’s a magic fan.

Lance Hamilton joins Kensi in the boat shed.  She explains that Callen, Sam and Deeks are on loan to a joint task force for an undercover sting operation.  It is Kensi and Lance today – which the last time the two were paired up, he had to go to the hospital.  He just remembers the sushi.

On the plasma screen, the Admiral welcomes Lance to the team for the day.  Rountree starts the case review.  A park ranger found two men dead with assault rifles in their hands in South Valley, Utah.  It is privately owned land.  Worried about the owner, the park ranger went to Weber Yamada’s cabin and found Yamada dead.  In the cabin, there were personal items belonging to Tom Olsen.  The shooters were looking for Olsen but he took out the shooters. 

Lance explains DOJ put him on the case because they want to know why two men are shooting a former SEAL.  The dead men are not on any  DOJ databases.  Kensi mentions Olsen’s writing career taking off and while he has a large social media presence, there haven’t been any threats according to his publisher.  Fatima heard from other park rangers – there are multiple boot prints following Olsen.  He is not safe.

Kilbride gives some background on Olsen – former SEAL who worked in the CIA with Vostanik Sabatino.  The Admiral wants Fatima to work with Sabatino while Kensi and Lance go to Utah to find out what is going on.  If Tom Olsen “is on the right side of this”, Kilbride wants him brought in safely. 

Kensi goes to a switch on the wall and shows the funding upgrades the Admiral got for the boat shed.  An armory comes from the ceiling.  Lance jokes that it is where Deeks keeps his haircare products.  Kensi thinks he’s jealous.  The two each grab a backpack and prepare for their trip to Utah.  Kensi wants to ID the dead men.  Lance is more worried about Olsen not being “on the right side of this.”  If he’s not, they’ll have to arrest him.

Sabatino is looking at the Porsche as Fatima leaves the office.  He scoffs at the car – what kind of man owns a vehicle like that.  Fatima asks what if it is a woman.  He scoffs more – obviously a woman with Daddy Issues.  Fatima tells him to get in, she’s driving.  Sabatino says he loves the color, Fatima says she loves her Daddy, no issues.   And they’re off.

On the plane to Utah, Kensi talks about having an “instant teenager” with Lance.  Kensi noticed Lance mentioned “we drove down to Austin” so is “we” a possible girlfriend.  No, just his dog Francis.  It was Jessica’s decision to name the dog Francis, Lance preferred “Zeus”.  Jessica thought it was pedestrian and obvious.  Kensi thinks she would have liked Jessica.  Lance agrees.  Francis, by the way, is a rottweiler.   Kensi starts to ask Lance about dating again but he mentions that he can’t see himself dating another woman.  He’s sad.  So is Kensi.

On a video call, the Admiral talks to Col. Tuivasa, Tom Olsen’s former commanding officer, about his new career.  Nobody at SOCOM on JSOC had problems with “Lt. Olsen’s works of fiction.”  In fact, the members of the military are some of his biggest fans.  Reviewing his work with the SEALs, they can’t find any obvious reason there would be a hit on him but everyone is checking to make sure.  With a career in the SEALs and CIA, Olsen likely had enemies.  Kilbride remembers a time when SEALs would keep a low-profile returning to the civilian live.  Tuivasa tells him “Things are a little different these days.”  Besides, there is nothing wrong with making a good living once out of the service.  Kilbride agrees but is proud that nobody in “the Twitter-Tock universe knows who the hell I am.”

In the boat shed, Castor introduces Fatima and Sabatino to Lauren Olsen, Tom’s wife.  Castor brought her to be boat shed.  After the introductions, Fatima tries to reassure Lauren they believe her husband is alive but it is not needed – Lauren is sure he’s alive.  When Fatima asks how, Sabatino tells Fatima that Lauren knows what her husband is capable of.  Lauren explains he is comfortable in the South Valley in Utah – he has homefield advantage.  Fatima asks about security concerns since the career change.  Lauren things they are blessed, Olsen loves to write and now is getting paid for it.  He loves to write but not do any of the publicity around selling a book but they both understand that’s now how publishing works.  While Olsen wasn’t worried that someone would come after him, he was worried about Lauren and Robbie, their son.  Fatima arranges a safehouse for Lauren and Robbie.

Back in Ops, there are no threats against Olsen from the SEALs, the CIA or the publishing world.  That changes the investigation from the why, why are people after Olsen, to the who – who are the people after him.  The Admiral wants to know everything about the shooters.  Rountree found IDs for the two men but the IDs go back to men who have been dead for five years.  The Admiral wants them tracked down.

Kensi fangirls to Lance about Olsen’s books.  His hero is a normal man – he gets hurt, he gets scared.  She’s read them all and recommends them to Lance.  Lance is a “wait for the movie” kind of guy, which doesn’t surprise Kensi.  Reading from her satellite phone, Olsen’s footprints disappeared about 20-yards from the shooting location.  He disappeared.  That makes sense to Kensi since Darren McCall was trained by the best tracker in Colorado.  Lance asks about Darren McCall and learns that’s the hero in Olsen’s books.  She thinks that the detail and expertise that appears in the books are the same expertise Olsen has.  With four against Olsen, he is in for a hell of a fight – so are Kensi and Lance.

As Fatima makes tea, Sabatino complains about the year 2009 magazines in the boat shed.  Fatima likes 2009, it was the year she got her drivers license.  “Oh geez, I have jeans as old as you,” Sabatino replies.  Fatima congratulates him – they’re coming back into fashion.  Castor arrives with a woman named Marina, but he didn’t get her last name.  She didn’t offer it, Marina says.  Sabatino jumps up from the couch – he and Marina go way back.  He hugs her and she throws him to the ground.  Revenge for Kyoto.  Fatima asks Sabatino if anyone likes him.  The best he can come up with is his third wife. 

Marina worked with Olsen, and “this moron” meaning Sabatino who is still trying to stand, at the CIA.  She learned that there was a threat against Olsen at a book signing about a month ago but security diverted the threat before Olsen arrived.  He likely never knew.  The threat was a man named Austin.  Finally off the floor, Sabatino teases Marina that she misses him.

Rountree arrives in Kilbride’s office with some updates.  Kensi and Lance landed in Utah.  The threat at Olsen’s book signing was a man named Luke Austin.  Austin is in LA with four handguns and an AR-15.  He’s big on guns and motorcycle clubs even though he doesn’t have a motorcycle license.  Fatima and Sabatino are going to check out Austin.  The Admiral is concerned that maybe some bikers have an issue with Olsen.  He also wants to talk to Olsen’s publisher – Kelsey Shore.  She lied to him about the threats against Olsen.

Kensi tells Lance that they found Olsen’s backpack full of deer meat but nothing else.  The two guns used in the attack against Olsen had no numbers – they’re ghost guns and untraceable.  Lance figures out the attack on Olsen based on what he left behind.

Waiting for Austin by his work, Fatima asks Sabatino what gives – everyone in the office says Sabatino talks all the time and Kensi finds him “straight up hilarious”.  But he won’t talk to Fatima.  Sabatino said that he was like that as a younger man but he’s different now.  Fatima rolls her eyes and leaves the car.  Sabatino follows her, explaining that it isn’t Fatima but it is everyone her age.  They’re all so serious.  If he said something funny, she might get offended and then he’d get “that call.”  Then, the NCIS HR lady with the one good eye calls him and tells him the joke is going into his personnel file.  Fatima argues her generation has a sense of humor. 

Tracking through Utah, Kensi remembers that Darren McCall would follow his own tracks to change direction.  Kensi walks back a few steps and finds blood on a large stone.  A test on the blood comes back as B-Negative, Olsen’s type and rare blood type to boot.

Fatima and Sabatino approach Luke Austin, who is a bit nerdish.  When they mention Tom Olsen, Austin freaks out about the rent-a-cops at the book signing.  Austin is unhappy about the treatment of the Andre Gane character in “On My Six” – the character was killed off despite being the moral compass of the entire series.  Sabatino makes sure Austin didn’t want to hurt Olsen.  Austin says look at me – could he really hurt Olsen?  Asked about the guns, Austin is a fan of guns.  Asked if he’s left the state in the last five-days, Austin confesses he hasn’t left Orange County in the last five-years.  He also has issues with millennials who identify with specific houses in “Harry Potter”.  Fatima is offended. 

Kensi and Lance come across another failed assassin.  This one also has been shot by a bow and arrow but is impaled on a fallen tree limb.  Kensi thinks Olsen saw the gunman sitting in a tree waiting for him to come by.  Olsen got him first.  The dead man’s walkie-talkie goes off with someone speaking in Portuguese with a Brazilian accent.  Lance is surprised Kensi speaks Portuguese.  She answers in the language.  The walkie-talkie goes off again.  The man on the other side is angry, they want to find and kill Olsen so they can all go home.   The walkie-talkie reports that the three remaining hitmen found Olsen and are moving in on him.

The Admiral is reading the riot act to Olsen’s publisher.  She did not believe the threats were “relevant” to the investigation.  He calls her a moron.  Rountree arrives to hear the Admiral complain that New York publishing executives are worse than Hollywood executives.  “Good to know, sir,” is all Rountree has for that comment.  Rountree found one of the shooters passed through a small entry station between Mexico and California a few days ago.  Reviewing video of everyone – and that meant old people, families with kid – that passed, five men with a similar profile passed through the entry station.  They are all young, fit, with no luggage.  Their names trace back to people who died in the last few years.  “Someone with means is funding this.”  The Admiral wants to hear from Nina Barnes – she’d know who could get those style weapons, the ghost guns, to the gunmen.  Rountree is a fan of the red velvet cupcakes.  He started following her on Instagram and shows it to the Admiral.   Nina has a food truck and updates her offerings daily with a video.  “I feel a deep sense of embarrassment for Nina.”  Fatima and Sabatino are on their way.

As one of the gunmen comes close to Kensi and Lance, she signals for Lance to “choke him out”.  Lance doesn’t understand.  He picks up the gunman and drives the man into the ground.  There are now just two gunmen left.

There is a long line of cupcake fans but Fatima and Sabatino have to take Nina Barnes away from her cupcake food truck.  With her foot in a boot – a spelunking accident – Barnes thinks she should be in a better place with Kilbride.  Looking at Sabatino, she asks “what are you”, wanting to know his background.  He claims Italian but she disagrees – Armenian.  On his mother’s side.  They ask about the ghost guns and the shooters being from Brazil.  Fatima takes over the cake truck with Sabatino ‘s help as Barnes makes some phone calls.

A gunman starts walking toward Kensi and Lance before collapsing with an arrow in his back.  “It’s about damn time the cavalry arrived,” Tom Olsen tells Kensi and Lance.  Tom is bleeding from his shoulder.  Kensi introduces Lance.  Olsen notes that they are making DOJ agents bigger than they use to.  As she tends to his wound, Kensi asks about Tom’s cane.  After four years of physical therapy with a team of professionals, he’s finally walking without it.  Kensi is impressed.  Olsen isn’t – he and the physical therapists will all be back together as they try to heal his arm.  With one gunman left, Olsen doesn’t think it is a far fight for the would be killer.  Lance gives Olsen a mix of water and electrolytes to drink.

Sabatino is impressed by the cupcakes.  Barnes was wondering why people were lined up to give her money for them – “mystery solved.”  This program needed her after season six.  The ghost guns were sold by a rival to Barnes’s contact.  Ten ghost gun rifles and survival packs were supplied.  There are four more assassins out there.  They also have an Airpeek Professional Drone with a five-pound payload.  It is carrying C-4.  Everything was delivered to a ranch – Barnes sent the details to Kilbride.  As Sabatino walks away, he asks for a cupcake and gets one – just one.

Ronaldo Campos is running the ranch.  While most of it is classified, Kilbride tells Rountree that SOCOM said Campos is in the kidnapping business.   A SEAL team killed Campos’s brother seven-years ago when they were rescuing a kidnapped executive.  Olsen was a SEAL seven-years ago.  SOCOM is investigating how Ronaldo Campos learned about the SEALs involvement.  Fatima, Sabatino and Rountree are being brought to the ranch by a helicopter to capture Campos and find who is controlling the drone.

Kensi, Lance and Olsen are going to a rescue site to be flown out of the valley.  As they move on, a drone is following them.  With a helicopter five minutes out from their rescue site, Olsen thinks he’s two-hours away from a nice ribeye.  If Olsen makes it three ribeyes, Lance will bring the tequila.  As they wait, a series of gunmen come out of nowhere and open fire. 

Fatima and Sabatino take out the two guards watching the ranch.  Rountree gets a look inside the house.  There are two guards and a drone pilot in the middle of the room.  Rountree drops a flash-bang into the room. Fatima and Sabatino fight with the two guards in the room but the drone pilot runs away.  Rountree is following him.

While the gunshots keep coming, Kensi is trying to figure out a way to get them to safety. 

Rountree tackles the drone pilot, tossing the drone controls to Fatima.

Kensi opens fire on the bad guys but runs out ammo.  Tom is out of ammo too.  Kensi sees the drone coming and is trying to get a shot off with a different weapon.  The drone makes a sudden turn and blows up around the killers.  One survives with Lance taking him into custody.

Arriving back at the office, Fatima and Rountree listen to Sabatino complain about the helicopter ride.  Sabatino brings Greek-Armenian food and passes out some beers.  When Rountree hands Fatima some mineral water, Sabatino asks if that’s a health thing or a Muslim thing.  She mentions HR and he laughs.  Rountree is going to go with her to HR.  Sabatino doesn’t know if they are serious or not.

No ribeyes on the plane, just some boxed sandwiches and salads.  Olsen toasts his friend Webby Yamada, “a good dude.”  Sad, Olsen says that all Yamada did was invite him to hunt on his land, he didn’t deserve what happened.  The book publicity put Olsen on the Campos’s radar.  SOCOM is looking to see who leaked the information about Olsen.  Campos is in custody – he’ll never be a free man. 

The Admiral calls with kind words for Kensi, Lance and Olsen.  Kilbride turns the phone over to Rosa.  Kensi apologizes for being out of touch.  Rosa had a great day bodysurfing.  She and the Admiral are having pizza until Kensi comes back to LA.  Kensi tries to thank the Admiral, it means the world to her.  “Why must everything be about you Agent Blye?”

There is a card at the end with a photo of longtime series director Terrence O’Hara, who passed away during the season.  “Our brother, our teach, our friend.”

What head canon can be formed from here:    A good episode with limited resources.  Early in the program’s run, there was a need for outside characters.  Sabatino and Hamilton provided that while everyone else was wrapping up the crossover episodes.  Throw in Nina Barnes and while Sam not being around to rescue his buddy Tom was noticeable, the people around to help were up to the job.

While she had just one scene, Lauren Olsen was exactly the wife Tom Olsen would have – Sabatino nailed that.  She knew her husband would stay alive until he could get to help or help could get to him.

Nice callback to “Let It Burn” with “the Speedo incident” for Rountree.   Nice callback to “Decoy” in season 11 to the sushi with Lance for Kensi.    Nina Barnes’s red velvet cupcakes brought to the office by Kilbride got a mention for the second consecutive episode.  Those must be great cupcakes.

The cool armory from the ceiling, like the back deck of the boat shed, should have been in the program for several years. 

Lovely tribute at the end to Terrence O’Hara.  O’Hara directed 29-episodes of NCIS: Los Angeles, 56 episodes of the mothership and four-episodes of NCIS: New Orleans.  He also directed an X-Files episode, my first fandom.

Episode number:   This is the 11th episode of season 14, the 313th episode overall.

[chicgeekgirl89]

I just choked on my water when Deeks made that noise.

Man they really just told ECO to let loose and I am here for it.

“BUBBLEGUM DADDY’S HERE FOR YA!!”

[densi-mber]

A Gift of Love

A/N: For this story, I’ve decided to revert to one of the AU Densi family I created. It’s not that I don’t like Rosa, but I think this concept works better with a younger child. My inspiration is the short story “The Gift of the Magi”.

***

“Daddy, where are we going?”

“To visit a buddy of mine,” Deeks replied, looking in the rear view mirror at 5-year-old Caleb. He had a Captain America book tucked under one arm, his eyes furrowed as he watched the scenery pass by.

“Is that why you brought a surfboard with? So we can go surfing?” he asked. God, Deeks loved his curiosity. He was never satisfied until he had all the answers.

“No, we’re not going surfing. We’re going to visit Jake to see if he wants to buy my surfboard.”

“But daddy, that’s your favorite one. It’s super special.” Caleb sounded horrified and when Deeks checked the mirror again, he saw his eyes were wide with something like horror.

“It is,” Deeks agreed. “But sometimes there are more important things.”

“Like paying bills?” Caleb asked softly. “I have some money if you need it.”

Deeks’ heart just about broke at the sincerity in Caleb’s voice. He would break his piggy bank open in a second if he thought it would help. Reaching back, he ruffled Caleb’s unruly blond hair.

“Oh kiddo, I appreciate that, but we got enough money to pay the bills. This is to get mommy a Christmas gift.”

***

“Alright, put your finger right there,” Kensi instructed, waiting for Caleb to place his finger in the center of a brightly wrapped package. Then she knotted a piece of red ribbon, gently nudging his hand out of the way. He watched with awe as she used the blade of her scissors to create little curlicues.

“Mommy, do you think dad will like it?”

“I hope so.” She was actually kind of nervous; this was more Deeks’ sort of thing than hers. When it came to presents, Kensi often struggled to hit the sentimental or meaningful note that Deeks managed so easily. “Just remember, it’s a secret.”

“I know. I’m the best at keeping secrets,” Caleb declared. Kensi almost chuckled at his confidence.

“Yeah, you are, Sweetie,” she said, kissing the top of his head. Sometimes she couldn’t believe this was her life. It wasn’t always easy, especially with pulling back from fieldwork, cutting hours, and with that, the hit to their income, but Kensi wouldn’t change a thing.

“So, what do you think?” Fluffing up the ribbon, Kensi held the wide, flat package up for Caleb to see.

“It’s perfect,” he decided happily.

***

Deeks wrapped his arm around Kensi’s waist, watching as Caleb assembled one of his presents, a marble run, in the middle of the floor.

“Are you ready for your present, Mr. Deeks?” Kensi asked mischievously.

��Definitely. Let me grab yours.”

They met back on the couch with each of their gifts, almost giddy in their anticipation.

“Open yours first,” Deeks urged. Kensi slid her finger index finger under the wrapping paper.

“Airplane tickets?” she said a moment later, sounding stunned. “Deeks, you got me tickets to go to Puerto Rico?”

“I knew how much you wanted to join the Cupcake Squad for their reunion vacation.” He shrugged.

“It’s amazing, but baby, the money,” she said, shaking her head. He scratched his head, screwing up his face.

“Yeah, I might have gotten a little creative for that part,” he admitted.

“Deeks, what did you do?” She gave him a warning look, and he reluctantly admitted.

“Sold a surfboard.”

“Deeks.”

“I have other ones. I barely used it anyway, because I didn’t want to wear it out,” he explained quickly. “I swear, I don’t mind.

Kensi was silent for a moment, her lips pressed together, then she hugged him unexpectedly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now do I get to see what this massive thing is?” It was heavy too.

“Yeah, open it,” Kensi said. She watched him with excitement in her eyes, but also something that almost looked like slight apprehension.

He worked at the tape along the back, waiting until he had it all loose to let the wrapping paper slide off in one piece to reveal a white box. He lifted the lid, Kensi’s excitement catching on.

He was stunned into silence as he stared down at the painting inside. It was a hyper-realistic portrait depicting one of Deeks’ favorite family pictures. Caleb sat between them on, halfway on each of their laps. One arm was hooked around Kensi’s neck, while he leaned his head against Deeks’. They each had a hand pressed to his torso, completing the embrace. His favorite part though, was the utter happiness on each of their faces.

“Oh my god,” he finally muttered. “Kensi, this is…wow, uh, this beautiful.”

“It’s not too much?”

“No, it’s perfect.” He ran his hand over his mouth, nearly overcome. “It kind of makes my gift seem a little basic. Really upping the ante for next year.”

Kensi snorted, leaning her head against his. “You’re ridiculous. And I love you,” she said.

“So, uh, you want to tell me how you managed this? Cause this is really quality work.”

“You know all those nights when I said I was working out? I was actually training a couple clients at a martial arts gym,” she admitted. “Sorry I had to lie to you.”

“I’ll forgive you this time,” he teased. “Seriously though, this is amazing and probably one of the best, most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever gotten for me.”

“See, I told you he’d like it,” Caleb added, running over to sandwich himself between them. “And I kept all the secrets this whole time.”

“Yeah, you did,” Deeks agreed, tousling his hair. “Good job, buddy.”

He glanced over Caleb’s head, into Kensi’s eyes. Yes, this was everything.

[jamalgripperton46290]

Getting Freaky On a Friday Night (Pico x Boyfriend)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N

•••

It was just another Wednesday afternoon, and Boyfriend was casually scrolling through Tiktok, nothin' special. That is, until he stumbled upon a brand-new tattoo parlor just a few blocks away from where he lived. "Sweet" he thought to himself, after all, he had been wanting a tattoo for a few years now, but he just didn't know where...

So he had the brilliant thought of asking the group chat on suggestions regarding the topic. Here's how it went:

Boyfriend: Hey guys im thinkin of gettin a tattoo in that new tattoo parlor but idk where suggestions?

Carol: Dude what happens if you accidentally put tinfoil in the microwave

Kapi: Get it on ur dick and then you can finally pull some bitches man 💀

Whitty: Carol please tell me u didnt put fucking tinfoil in the goddamn microwave

Garcello's Spirit: R u sure gettin a tattoo is a good idea little man?

Sussus Moogus: Im with kapi on dis one get it on ur tiny ass meat stick lol

Carol: Dude i see a flame in the microwave o shit

Whitty: CAROL WTF

Carol: Dude this is actually pretty sick i can summon daddy dearest or smn now 🍸🔥🔥😈😈😝😝

Kapi: Yeah i dare bf to get it on his tiny dingle dongle

Boyfriend: Fuck you kapi and dw youll be the first to see the tattoo on my double decker deek 💖🥰

And so, a text and throwing on the first t-shirt and grey sweatpants he could find, was all he had to do to set his journey on the quest of getting his 8-inch dick tattooed.

He settled on getting a dragon design to go all around his "MAGNUM DONG" when in reality, it was just a little above average sized, so nothing too special.

As he made his way to this new tattoo parlor, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, because obviously, having a fear of needles was brutal enough, but having a needle inject ink into your dick for who knows how long, was even worse. But Boyfriend was known for being bold and "cool" so he wasn't gonna let fear get the best of him, and he wasn't gonna chicken out on a dare just because he was being a reckless pussy amirite?

He mustered up the courage of opening the door of that darn tattoo parlor and found himself greeting the nice lady at the front desk and initiating in some small talk before sitting down at the waiting area down the small hall.

"Can a "Boyfriend" go to room 3 please?" a random lady scoffed.

This was it, there was no turning back (he kinda wanted to) but Boyfriend and his overly high ego said otherwise.

He slowly opened the door to see a ginger crouching down to pick up something that seemed like a pack of antiseptic wipes. Boyfriend couldn't help but stare at that juicy ass of his just waiting to be fucked (at least that's what he thought)

"Nice ass" Boyfriend blurted out, as he took a seat on the medical chair thingy (We don't know what it's called okay?)

"I beg your pardon?" Pico turned around to see a rather handsome looking shortie sitting at the medical chair thingy (Still don't know what it's called)

"It's got a juicy look to it, but voluptuous is really the word I'm looking for" Boyfriend then proceeded to shoot Pico an innocent wink which made Pico want to take his gun and shoot himself right in the face.

"Umm... I d-dont think I follow" Pico stuttered, as he tried to hide the bright shade of red forming upon his cheeks (the ones on his face, we're not getting to that part just yet)

"You're cute, what's your name?" Boyfriend asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Erm... It's Pico" Pico blurted out, not quite sure why the "Patient" was talking, well, more like flirting with him in the first place.

"E-either way, we gotta get to business" Pico stammered, as he took a seat on his chair, ready to type in this weird and excruciatingly handsome fellow's details on the computer.

"What type of business sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, especially proud of that one, he pulled like it was nothing #cool.

"Are you kidding me right now? I need your details you douche" Pico declared, getting a little impatient with this weird dude that was hot as fuck and also within cock-sucking range mind you.

"Oh... right" Boyfriend said, taking this a little more seriously (Like he was supposed to in the first place)

"I need your name and age" Pico groaned (Not in that way yet, just be patient little chickadees, it's almost here), as he just wanted this to end as soon as possible.

"Oh yeah, my name's Dick and I'm 19, single and ready to mingle honey" Boyfriend obviously joked, as he let out a chuckle.

"Ha, Dick, surely that explains a lot" Pico rolled his eyes and fixated them on the computer.

"Just pulling on your balls bae, my name's Boyfriend" The shorter of the two said.

"Dude, that's like somehow worse, it can't get any worse than this" Pico let out a laugh at the thought that this hottie had so much potential, and yet, his name was simply "Boyfriend", how pathetic.

"Okay, where do you want the tattoo huh?" Pico asked rather eagerly.

"Um, this is gonna sound a bit weird alright? But it's a dare, so like, I'm obviously doing it..." 

"I'm gonna tattoo my super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, my chode, cock, dick, meat stick-" Boyfriend was cut off mid-sentence.

"Stop, just stop. WHAT THE FUCK?!" Pico panicked at the thought of having to hold his dick while measuring, tattooing it, and all that jazz, he needed someone to pinch him right then and there, or else he really would bring out that gun and shoot himself.

"I would say you're rather excited though, aren't you sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, while also being super proud of that one, he was practically on flirting fire #doublecool

"You wish, you fucking dick" Pico mumbled, knowing damn well that Boyfriend was in fact correct, and he was just waiting for Boyfriend to stick his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" up his scrawny little hole (His words not mine)

"I don't even think that's even legal dude, lemme ask my manager" Pico scoffed rather disgusted.

And so Pico did the awkward task of asking his manager if it was in fact legal to tattoo someone's dick. And much to his demise, it was, but they would have to dispose of the tools that came in contact with his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" for obvious hygiene reasons and sanitary measures.

"Somehow in fucking hell, it fucking is legal and allowed in here" Pico growled as he spoke to Boyfriend.

"Fuck yes! It's gonna be epic dude!" Boyfriend cheered, breaking out of his flirtatious character towards Pico.

"Whatever, get on the medical bed thingy" (I don't know what the fuck it's called so y'all are just gonna have to deal with it m'kay? Thnx <3)

And so, Boyfriend eventually did, taking his baggy, blue jeans and boxers off for Pico to "Inspect" the soon-to-be tattooed area.

"If you don't mind me saying, I expected it to be bigger than this" Pico giggled as he shot Boyfriend a somewhat of an intimidating look that screamed 'Dude wtf like ew'.

"Like yours is any bigger hon" Boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes at Pico

Pico eventually measured it and broke into a fit of laughter.

"Eight inches? Really? I know mine's at least ten dude" Pico teased.

"Please, don't lie to yourself sugar, but if you want..." Boyfriend eventually came to a halt and trailed off.

"If I want, what?" Pico wondered.

"I could measure yours just to be sure it is in fact "Ten inches" like you said it was" Boyfriend smirked as he said so, but of course, no homo though...

Fuck it man, yes homo, Boyfriend was already getting hard at the feeling of Pico's cold fingertips touching his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" and he wanted nothing more than to fuck this ginger's voluptuous and juicy ass.

"F-fuck... y-yes please" Pico moaned at just the sight of his rather average "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" but it was quite thick in size, and that was enough to make Pico's friend downstairs want to rise from the dead (iykyk)

The two passionately smashed their lips together and felt nothing but a strong wave of lust wash over them. A part of Pico was saying that sex at a fucking tattoo parlor wasn't exactly the best idea. But fuck it, buttfuck it, because Pico was just desperate, he longed for the touch of Boyfriend and wanted nothing other than him.

A simple kiss soon turned into a heated makeout sesh - suckin face if you may. Tongue and everything it was filled with passion, lust, affection and pure love. Kissing in a tattoo parlor with some hot hunka meat you just met, super cliche right? But cha live in the moment ma dudes. 

A few minutes later, Pico grabbed Boyfriend's man pole as Boyfriend squirmed in the medical chair thingy and met with Boyfriend's black world-consuming orbs earning a small whimper from Boyfriend. Slowly, he started licking Boyfriend's tip which was already leaking out in pre-cum while Boyfriend was squirming under Pico's strong, cold grip. He trailed his tongue down Boyfriend's length as Boyfriend let out small moans and groans of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Pico took him all in with a yelp from Boyfriend. Bobbing his head up and down and dragging his tongue around his width, licking, sucking and kissing all over Boyfriend's chode. Boyfriend was rolling his hips unable to contain the immense pleasure bubbling up inside him like a simmering stew on high heat.

Pico couldn't help but smirk at how out of control he made Boyfriend feel. Serves him right for earlier. "Where's the 'Mr. tough guy' at?" Pico asked slyly. "You miss him?" Boyfriend managed to blurt out. "Not necessarily " Pico mumbled.

"I'm gonna I-" Boyfriend moaned out. "I know babe let it out " Pico murmured. "Fuuuucccckkkkkk-" Boyfriend spoke barely over a whisper, warm liquid filled Pico's mouth and he obvs swallowed it all.

"Wanna 69?" Boyfriend asked coyly.  "Uh yeah... s-sure " Pico stuttered getting nervous in the presence of Boyfriend's flirtatious side again. As soon as Pico replied, he smacked his juicy, voluptuous, curvaceous, busty, opulent, well-proportioned, luscious ass. Pico moaned at the action and not noticing Boyfriend had moved.

Without warning, he went all in taking him whole. Pico might have had small dick energy, but he was the exact opposite when it came to times like these. Hot, wet and loud were the words to describe the tattoo parlor room, both of their moans bouncing of the room's walls as they sucked each other off. Pico suddenly stopped which made Boyfriend supa confused, so confused, he didn't even notice Pico behind him until he felt all of his dingle in his ass.

"F-fuck Pico-" Boyfriend blurted, as Pico slowly rolled his hips. "What babe c'mon use your words" Pico groaned seductively in Boyfriend's ear as he picked up the speed. "F-fuck you feel s-so good" Boyfriend splattered "I know babe" Pico admitted. His thrusts getting harder and faster, their skin clapping together getting louder and more pleasingly painful.

"I can't take it anymore P-pico" Boyfriend said as he gasped for air. "Yes you can baby, I know you can" Pico replied reassuringly. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK PICO" Boyfriend screamed as he was screaming without the s (iykyk). Pico finished after him with a loud, deep groan. "It's my turn now Pico, get on all fours before I make you" Boyfriend whispered in his ear slightly nibbling on his ear lobe. 

Pico fought against letting out a moan and slowly went on all fours. "If you ain't gonna do it yourself  *smack* I'm gon do it myself". He flipped Pico over and went all in. Plunging in and out of Pico's asshole, Boyfriend was goin at full speed and wasn't holding back at all. And holy shit, Pico would be lying if he said Boyfriemd was mediocre. Pico's soft moans and Boyfriend's deep groans filled the room and were the only thing to be heard within a mile's radius.

Apart from their skin clapping and the squeaking of the medical bed thing. "You like it baby?  Does my Magnum Dong feel good penetrating your ass?" Boyfriend whispered seductively. He only got a moan in response "I need words Pico" Boyfriend whispered. "Yes fucking, hell yes!" Pico moaned out. "Good" Boyfriend muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck, fuuuuuccccckkkkkk" Boyfriend groaned as he released his load.

"Sit down Pico "Boyfriend spoke. The second Pico sat down, Boyfriend got on his knees and got to work. Sucking every part and gagging anything and everything Boyfriend could do he did until they were both out of breath.

Soon later, Pico did Boyfriend's tattoo and got it 4 free! 

He should really thank Kapi sometime.

•••

A/N

Word count: 2203 words

Haiiiii partay peoples! Omfgggg this chapter was super fun to write and we both died multiple times throughout the whole process of writing and editing this chapter. Btw Beezy wrote the first half (Up until da smashing their lips togetha part lmao) and ofc Jamal wrote the bottom half (The makeout sesh all the way to the end) and they tried their best, so why not follow em? Hope you guys liked reading this as much as we loved writin it <3 Stay tuned ma dudes the chapters get even better y'all.

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton

[atombonniebaby]

For Funsies...Pick a Look for Ratman

[densiland]

I didn’t think I’d ever have a post that included the term “Daddy Deeks”, but here it is. The raw & transparent emotion that can only authentically bloom from the heart of a father. ❤️

I’m grateful to have seen this in my own father. A man who worked 3rd shift and then drove & spent hours at Saturday marching band competitions. He said he’d try to come to one; he never missed one in 4 yrs. RIP Dad.

Thanks to the NCISLA Team and ECO for reviving this memory.

[ejzah]

Could you do something where Mama Deeks finds out about Baby Densi and gets all emotional and tells Deeks what a good dad he'll be?

Despite All Odds

***

“And so I just told Ary that I’m not the kind of woman who has time to wait around while he figures out what he wants,” Roberta said as Deeks placed an opened beer in front of her on the patio table. Then he went to join Kensi at the other side of the table. “I’ve got things to with life that don’t involve dropping everything when that man remembers I exist.”

“I thought you went out on a date with him last week,” Deeks commented dryly. He’d decided that it was best to ignore whatever went on between Arkady Kolcheck and his mom for the sake of his own sanity.

“It was dinner at his place, and we were just catching up.” She paused a beat, straightening a glittering bracelet circling her left wrist. “Now, if he wants to give me family heirlooms to make up for leaving me hanging for months, and not even attempting to get in touch when I got back in town, that’s his own business.”

“That’s probably stolen,” Kensi predicted to Deeks in an aside.

“Oh, definitely,” he agreed.

They chatted for a few more minutes while they finished their dinner. After Deeks cleared their plates, replacing Roberta’s beer with a new one, and handing Kensi a Sprite.

“So,” he began, rubbing his hands over his thighs as he shared a nervous look. “We have something to tell you.”

“Oh, here it comes. Alright, who’s dying?” Roberta asked with a resigned air.

“What?” Deeks said in shock, shaking his head. “Why would you say that?”

“You invited my over here for dinner, you made my favorite meal.” She indicated herself and the table, continuing to list off points. “You’re both dressed up, and you’re all antsy as all hell. Clearly, you’re waiting to break some bad news.”

Resting a calming hand on Deeks’ shoulder, Kensi turned to face Roberta. “Roberta, no one is sick or dying,” she assured her.

“We actually have good news for a change,” Deeks said. With an anticipatory sigh, he retrieved a box from underneath the loveseat. “Actually, we thought this was the best way to tell you.”

Roberta took the box reluctantly, eyeing them suspiciously as she tugged the ribbon on top free. “Now, if a trick snake pops out of this, I’m not—” she broke off, speechless for a second, lifting out a tiny light blue onesie" “Grandma loves me,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly, fixing them with a look of disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m pregnant,” Kensi confirmed, reaching across the table to squeeze Roberta’s hand as it started to tremble.

“Um, that’s not all.” Deeks jutted his chin towards the box.

She pulled out a second identical onesie. “Oh my god, twins!” Her shut was loud enough to carry over several house, and both Kensi and Deeks grinned. “Oh, get over here, kiddo,” Roberta said, rounding the table to hug them, the two onesies still clutched in one hand.

“Congratulations, you two. You know I never stopped rooting for you.”

“I know. Thanks, mama,” Deeks murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you, Roberta. We’re really happy too.”

Roberta gave Deeks an extra hug, smoothing her hands over his cheeks. He expected to see delight, but instead he saw melancholy in her eyes.

“Mom, are you ok?”

She drew back, avoiding their gaze while she found her seat again. Kensi looked just as confused as he felt.

“You know, when you were a little boy, I was always wished that I could give you a better life,” she began softly. This was a version of Roberta that people rarely saw; the softer, more vulnerable, less more open. “I worried about how it would affect the man you would become some day.” She paused and smoothed her hands over the onesies on her lap, freeing a few wrinkles from the fabric. “I worried I hadn’t done enough. I worried that you’d never find the happiness I wanted for you.”

“Mama…” Deeks said, shattered by the ache in her voice. Kensi took his hand; he heard her sniff quietly.

“But you proved me wrong in all of it. I don’t say it enough, but you’ve made me so,” she swallowed thickly. “So proud. You’re strong, and kind, and intelligent, and a the biggest protector. Always were. And maybe more stubborn than even me when it comes to doing the right thing. Somehow, you defied all the odds and came out the other side despite all my mistakes.”

“Hey, Mom, I’ve said before, none of that was your fault,” he said, needing her to believe him. He couldn’t let this guilt, his dad’s actions continue to bleed into their lives. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You did good. Ok?”

Roberta nodded again, not resisting when Deeks crouched in front of her, and embraced her again.

“These babies are going to be damn lucky to have you. Just like Rosa is, because you’re one hell of a dad,” she said through tears. She reached over to take Kensi’s hand as she gripped Deeks’ shoulder.

***

A/N: I hope this is alright. I wanted to delve into the more emotional and angsty aspects, but also wanted it to be a happy moment as well. I hope I conveyed that.

Thanks for the prompt, friend!

[ao3feed-ncislosangeles]

I always had that dream like my daddy before me

by Maddddddddddyyyyy After reminiscing on his less than stellar childhood, Buck sits down and writes the most important song he’s ever written. Words: 2166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of The Chaos Crew: Singers AU Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV), S.W.A.T. (TV 2017), NCIS: Los Angeles, The Chaos Crew - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Marty Deeks, Jim Street, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Marty Deeks & Jim Street, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Josh Russo, Evan "Buck" Buckley & Maddie Buckley Additional Tags: Evan "Buck" Buckley-centric, Singers AU, Jim Marty and Buck are all in a band, Good Sibling Maddie Buckley, Margaret Buckley and Phillip Buckley Bashing, Song: 7 Years (Lukas Graham), Buck knows about Daniel, phillip is a music producer, bobby Athena and Chim are mentioned a little at the end, maddie and Josh are just mentioned, same with the other cc via https://ift.tt/Ab5m1pt

[aladaylessecondblog]

Severed Destiny brainrot

Helseth's wedding where Haj-deek speaks to the Emperor

She's heard Daddy D rant and rave about the mongrel dogs of the empire

and then she sees this old man that looks a little small for his robe

and has a nice chat with him about destiny and taking care of the people

then he gives her an Amulet of Akatosh

calculate the volume of Dagoth Ur's "I AM CALM!" shout when Haj-deek goes "He was a sweet old man"

[metalsiren]

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ (deeks)

back  arched  up  and  off  the  plush  sheets  that  covered  the  king-sized  mattress  she  lay  upon,  legs  spread  wide  and  accommodating  for  the  vast  wingspan  of  the  man  between  them.  with  his  arms  wrapped  around  the  porcelain  of  her  thighs,  sawyer  wouldn't  be  able  to  hold  him  off  even  if  she  so  desired  to.  head  turned  to  the  side,  biting  down  on  her  knuckle  as  her  hips  pushed  up  against  his  MAW,  her  other  hand  reaching  down  to  splay  her  fingers  through  his  dark  locks.  

she  could  feel  it.  the  coil  in  her  belly  tightening  more  and  more  with  each  passing  moment,  eyes  rolling  to  the  back  of  her  head  as  she  pulled  her  hand  from  her  mouth  to  grip  the  sheets  beneath  her.  deeks  was  so  giving,  GENEROUS  in  the  pleasure  he  provided  her  and,  being  the  greedy  little  thing  she  was,  sawyer  would  take  and  take  so  long  as  he  gave. 

just  as  she  felt  herself  hang  over  the  edge  of  the  abyss,  the  absence  of  him  left  her  frozen,  cold  and  empty.  a  devastated  sound  left  her,  peering  down  towards  him  only  to  watch  his  broad,  monstrous  form  crawl  up  the  length  of  her  body. 

 ❝  you  taste  like  heaven.  ❞

a  whimper  left  her,  falling  back  against  the  mattress  as  she  lifted  her  hands  to  cup  his  neck,  ❝  daddy  ...  ❞   she  breathed,  tone  high-pitched  and  filled  with  yearning,  begging  for  him  to  continue.  BEGGING  him  to  give  her  what  they  both  wanted.  legs  rested  against  the  side  of  his  hips,  hoisting  higher  against  him  as  he  claimed  her  lips  with  his  own,  sharing  the  taste  of  paradise  with  her. 

❝  please,  i'm  so  close  ...  ❞

@hellsurvivr | more smut prompts | accepting.

[glenncoco4]

Wild guess that Daddy Deeks went to pick up his baby boy.

[conflagrate]

NCIS: LA S14 01

Can you scream “overprotective”??? Haha, Kensi and Deeks you’re gonna be in for more parenting troubles...

Would Hetty be killed off so easily?

I thought Sam would be AWOL apart from his daddy business hah. Like last season

And the bunny goes up in flames.

At least Hetty ain’t dead (for now).

Well, I wasn’t planning on catching S14 after the mehness of the previous season but they just had to announce a triple crossover with OG & Hawai’i so I’m on board for now. 

Hope the stories are more coherent this time out, and that we don’t spend swathes of it with characters missing + Kilbride having another parade of know-it-all female assistants...