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[low-likes-things]

Hey

I made Baree/Disco Enthusiast angst for absolutely no reason

He's a willing participant, don't worry. He just... really doesn't want her to lose interest in her studies, because why else is she sticking around?

She loves each and every zombie that rose, seeing them as the individuals that they are, but being a predator, he feels like they can't safely be together, so he's getting what he can out of their relationship by stoking her interest in studying them

I don't actually know if I'll make this a part of the story, but if I do, it'll be really subtle

Also, this picture made me sad, so here's a funni (you cannot convince me he wouldn't appreciate a chubby partner YOU JUST CAN'T)

[clairecrive]

Hi

I wanted to request a bane x reader fanfic where bane don't wear a mask and he come come across a girl avery young one at that and they have such strong chemistry and then they fall for each other of course bane is reductant at first but then he abandoned his job as a mercenary to be with her and spend time with her.they go shopping they go to beach they like to devour each other they simply can't get enough. Thanks alot

"Guy for That"| Bane x reader

A/N: hello, hello! I know it's been a while, but I hope this will count as tagging, and you'll find yourself back to this. This kind of picks up in the middle of things but the context is what you asked for <3 It is also inspired by "Guy for That" by Post Malone. Hence the name lol. Enjoy ✨

(okay but how cute is he in this gif omg??)

I'm pretty good at breakin' down a heart But pickin' up the pieces is the hard part She's searchin' for someone who's gonna build it back But I ain't got a guy for that

Before meeting Bane, y/n had never believed in that portrayal of love where the two were inseparable and never had enough of the other. She had always loved her me time and, so far, had never been with someone that made her want to spend all of her time with them.

However, when a certain beefy bald man came into her life, she finally understood.

It almost embarrassed her to admit but she always wanted more. More time together, more of his attention, more of his care, more of their conversations, more of their quiet moments, more of his hands on her, more of them laying in bed talking about everything and nothing.

Just more of him.

The only thing that appeased her embarrassment was that Bane seemed on the same wavelength. He always came back for more. She needn't ask for it.

It had been the most magical months of her life.

It hadn't been with its challenges, though. Living with a mercenary wasn't exactly a piece of cake. But they had handled everything together.

So when Bane came home one night and asked her to sit because they needed to "talk", she knew it was just another hurdle they had to cross.

Never would she have imagined, though, that his reason was... ridiculous. Simply put, it was absolute nonsense and y/n wouldn't stand for it.

"Unbelievable," y/n scoffed.

"What?" Bane's temper was rising as well. Gesturing vaguely to himself, "Did you think I'd be your prince charming?"

"You know I don't give a flying fuck about princes and princesses, Bane!" She said, her voice raising at the absurd implication.

"You're a fucking mercenary, for fuck's sake. Do you take me for a fool?"

"If you think of me as someone who could put your heart back together, then yes. You might as well be one."

Despite being filtered by his mask, Bane's voice had the uncanny ability to portray every shade of emotion. So, y/n knew when it was flat and monotone, like in this instance, it was on purpose.

"You know what, Bane?" she chose to be the bigger person and ignore his insult. "I'm not having this conversation with you. Either you have a valid reason for wanting to break up or I refuse, okay? You cannot break up with me."

"Being concerned for your safety and questioning the future of this relationship is a valid reason to have this conversation." He quipped.

"Using your line of work is a useless argument because I already know, don't I? Knew it from the beginning actually."

"Should I question your sanity as well then?"

"Why is it a problem all of the sudden when this," she said pointing to them, "has been going on for a while?"

The question was rather rethoric but when she saw that Bane was about to reply, she knew he wouldn't let this go soon. So, raising a hand, she stopped him, "I don't think it's about you being a mercenary at all."

"I think things are getting real, and you're getting scared," she said softly despite the frustration she was feeling. It was a sore spot for both of them, letting go and trusting the other. But y/n knew that for Bane it was even harder given his past.

She knew that was exactly the point, and Bane's silence confirmed it. Sighing, she took his hands in hers. Hands that had inflicted an immense amount of pain but that could also been so gentle and caring when it came to her. Those hands that she loved feeling caressing her skin, whether it was during aftercare or in those lovely, quiet moments they shared.

"Look, babe, I know it's scary, okay? Fuck, I'd even say terrifying. But I want you to know I'm not going down without a fight."

Bane's piercing eyes were unblinking on hers. It felt like he was staring into her soul. And y/n was hellbent on proving that her word was true. Bane had been such a solid presence in her life these past few months. Now, she was ready to return the favour. He could lean on her for stability. No matter his impressive size, she wouldn't crumble.

"Let's just go to bed, okay? We can sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow."

"I've got some work to do."

"Okay then, I'll be here when you get back." Y/n stood up and left the room after leaving a kiss on his temple.

Whether it was true or not, y/n would leave him alone for tonight. She had said her piece, and if he needed time to process it, then so be it.

She would be here when he returned, and she was not going down without a fight.

[soaps-mohawk]

Imma start barking 🥰

Btw this is me crawling back to my dungeon of a room after reading the new chapter 99 million times. Hhhhhhghhhh the angst I love,,

-🫎

99 million times??? That's honestly impressive hehe I'm glad you're enjoying the pain that much 🤭 the angst is angsting and it will continue to angst

[ejzah]

Hello! I really enjoy your densi fics. I was wondering if you could do one where Deeks finishes a deep undercover assignment and comes home to find out Kensi is pregnant. Thanks 😊.

A/N: Hi anon, thank you! This could take place any time in the last few seasons and is slightly AU.

***

A Little Moment of Joy

“Hey, Deeks.”

Deeks flailed in his seat, knocking away the hand that nudged his shoulder, and coming awake instantly. It took a few more seconds for him to realize he was in a car and not a the rundown apartment that had been his home for the last 8 weeks and the hand belonged to his undercover partner.

Wincing, Deeks released his vice-like grip on Paul Nelson and pushed himself up in the passenger seat. Paul glanced over at him, one hand settled on the steering wheel as he pulled into a parking lot outside a Macdonald’s. Even in the dark shadows of the car’s interior, Deeks could see concern in his eyes.

“You ok, Deeks?” he asked.

Rubbing the remains of sleep out of his eyes, Deeks nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry I fell asleep.”

“No problem, I think you earned it.”

Deeks he supposed he had. This time around he’d been yet another pillar of society: a pawnshop owner who made illegal sales in the back of the shop. It wasn’t the most dangerous op ever, but he’d hated taking advantage of people down on their luck in order to maintain his cover.

He was silent again, ruminating on it all, until Paul nudged his shoulder again,.

“I was going to grab a sandwich, do you want anything?” he offered.

“Nah, I just want to get home.”

***

Kensi sat on the couch, one foot jiggling as she waited. She’d received a two-word text from Deeks 3 hours ago, “it’s done”, and even though it had been after midnight, she knew there was no way she’d fall asleep. So instead she paced around the house for an hour before curling up on the couch.

This would be the first time she’d see Deeks since he left. His partner, an FBI agent, provided occasional updates, but they were little more than assuring the team Deeks was still alive. As much as Kensi appreciated his efforts, she still hated being separated from Deeks, and most of all, not being able to protect him.

She bunched the sleeves of her t—shirt-technically Deeks’ shirt—around her hands. Maybe it was cliche, but Kensi had missed Deeks even more than usual and needed the comfort of his scent and the familiar feeling of the fabric against her skin. She’d needed a lot of comfort lately.

Without thinking, Kensi cradled her stomach, thoughts turning to the tiny life inside. When the nausea and unpredictable emotions hit a few weeks after Deeks left, she assumed it was the result of prolonged anxiety.

Then one morning while she was munching on the plainest cookies she could find, something clicked. Two pregnancy tests and two very red lines later, she had her answer. Despite her excitement, the moment was unbearably bittersweet with Deeks’ absence.

The loud noise of the front door being unlocked echoed through the nearly silent house, and Kensi hastily untangled her stiff legs as Deeks slipped through the door. She rushed to him, rocking him back with the force of her embrace.

“Oh my god, baby, I missed you so much,” Kensi murmured, looping her arms around his neck. Deeks clung to her, rocking back and forth slightly for several long moments. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck with a small whimper.

“Missed you too.”

Kensi eased back just enough to reach her hand between them and brushed his overgrown bangs from his forehead.

“Oh, Sweetie, you look so tired.” His usual tan was faded from limited time in the sun, emphasizing the grayness around his eyes.

“Didn’t get much sleep the last week,” he explained in a rough voice. “Or really before that. But the guy we took down did most of his business at night and he wanted me to prove myself. Made it as nasty as he could.”

“I’m sorry,” Kensi said, rubbing her hand down his back. He shrugged as though he didn’t have the energy for more. “Did you eat anything?” she continued, running her hands over his torso. “You feel skinnier.”

That was kind of an understatement. Kensi was slightly horrified by how loosely his t-shirt hung and how easily she felt his ribs underneath.

His response was a little delayed. “No.”

“Ok, come in the kitchen and I’ll make you something,” she offered. Deeks took her hand, following her along without protest, sinking onto one of the chairs while she threw together some leftovers.

She places a bowl of steaming food in front of him a few minutes later. Deeks offered her a crooked, if tired smile, chin supported by his fist before taking a bite.

“Now I know you must be starving. You didn’t even comment about the dry chicken or how surprised you are that I didn’t blow up the stove.”

Deeks chuckled softly, the sound barely audible, and gave another tired sigh.

“Kens, I’ve been living out increasingly bad takeout. This is the best thing I’ve eaten in weeks,” he said, taking another bite. He pulled a slight face. “The floor’s a little dirty though.”

Kensi shook her head, for once grateful for the jokes at her expense.

“I’ll get the vacuum out first thing in the morning,” she promised.

He continued eating for a few more minutes before stalling out about half way through. His eyes looked a little distant, almost defeated, as he stared down at the table.

Kensi brushed his hair back again, shifting her hand down to cup his cheek.

“Hey, be honest with me, how bad was it this time?” She braced herself, waiting for the worst. There was a reason Deeks was sought out for deep covers like this.

“No, it wasn’t that bad,” he insisted. “Sometimes I just get so sick of doing this kind of thing though. Of conning little old ladies out of their husband’s watches because in the grand scheme of things it’s for the greater good.” He sighed heavily, not managing a smile this time. “Ignore me. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.”

“Don’t apologize, Deeks. These cases take a toll on anyone,” Kensi told him. Her heart ached for him, like it did whenever he was so low. “What can I do to make it better?”

“Another hug,” he whispered hopefully. Kensi leaned over the table, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“I don’t know if know is exactly the right time,” Kensi whispered after a minute. “But, um, I have a surprise that might cheer you up.”

“What kind of surprise?” Deeks asked, showing the most interest she’d seen in the last half hour.

“Just wait.” Kensi held up a finger, running to the master bathroom to grab a little plastic baggy. She hurried back to the kitchen, hand tucked behind her back. “I wanted to wrap it, but didn’t exactly have a chance,” she said, offering the bag to Deeks.

He accepted it with a raised eyebrow as he dumped out the contents. He squinted for a second before his eyes widened with sudden understanding and he glanced up, mouth open slightly.

“Baby, is this—are these positive pregnancy tests?”

“Uh-huh.” She pressed her lips together.

“We’re pregnant?” he whispered, sounding stunned.

“Pretty sure,” Kensi said, tears filling her eyes as he let out a choked sound.

“Oh my god.” He stood up and grasped Kensi around the waist, gently spinning in a circle. Cupping the back of her head, drawing her in for a kiss.

“I take it you’re happy,” Kensi joked when they parted, and he snorted, eyes shining with as many tears as hers.

“This is the best surprise ever,” he confirmed. “Are you happy? I know we definitely didn’t plan getting pregnant right now.”

“Yes.” She nodded simply. “Having you back, having our baby, it’s everything I want.”

“Me too.”

As Deeks got to his knees and lifted her shirt to kiss her stomach, Kensi knew she meant every word. This was her world.

***

A/N: I realize that the tone kind of changes quickly, but I didn’t want to play the whole “this is too dangerous” line again. I view it as Deeks getting good news just when he needs it.

Thanks for the prompt!

[densi-mber]

Sweet Dreams

A/N: Here is another prompt from @mashmaiden. This seems perfect given the current storyline. Possibly takes place when Deeks’ work situation is straightened out.

***

Kensi came back from the bathroom and slipped into bed, sliding across the center of the bed from her side to Deeks’. She curled around him, burying her nose in his shoulder. The room was a little chilly and his skin was blissfully warm like usual.

She shifted a little closer and Deeks sighed in his sleep, mumbling something.

“Chloe.” Kensi froze, thinking she must have misheard him and

lifted her head to look at him. His face was smooth of the unconscious turmoil she usually saw when he talked in his sleep. “Chloe, no’ so fas’” his words were a little slurred, but she understood him perfectly this time. He was saying another woman’s name.

“Love you, Chloe.”

She recoiled, moving to the other side of the bed. Her heart pounded as Deeks slept on, blissfully unaware of her distress. She considered waking him up and demanding an answer, but instead laid back down and tried to convince herself that it was nothing.

***

Kensi spent a good part of the next morning avoiding Deeks. She woke up early (honestly she’d never gotten back to sleep) and left for a run, staying out longer than usual. The whole run she tried to find a reasonable explanation for Deeks talking about another woman in his sleep.

They didn’t know anyone named Chloe, at least that Kensi was aware of. It was a possibility that Deeks had worked with someone named Chloe...but that didn’t explain the heartfelt “I love you”. Nothing did.

Then doubt began to set in; the last several months had been hard, even by their standards. First with Deeks being suspended from NCIS, which had forced them to spend less together than they had since becoming partners. Then their continued fertility difficulties had added to the strain of it all.

Deeks loved her. She knew that and she trusted him more than anyone. But she couldn’t force that last bit of doubt away.

When she got home she showered and finally wandered downstairs. From the sound of it, Deeks was cooking breakfast. He smiled as she came in, glancing up from a frying pan on the stove.

“Did you have a good run?” he asked, angling his head towards her expectantly. Kensi only hesitated for a moment before she closed the space between them and kissed his cheek.

“It was good.” She smiled, maybe a little tightly, rubbing her palms over her jeans.

“You were gone so long I figured you’d be pretty hungry, so I made your favorite. But with a twist.” Kensi sat down as he put the finishing touches on his frittata, a hand placed casually on his cocked hip. He certainly didn’t look like a man who was hiding something.

Humming under his breath, he served two wedges of the egg dish, and placed one in front of her with a flourish along with a fresh cup of coffee. She watched him eat for a couple minutes out of the corner of her eye, pushing bits of mushroom, onion, and spinach around her plate, before she got enough courage to ask,

“So who’s Chloe?” Deeks didn’t react immediately, but then his cheeks flushed and he glanced down at the table. Kensi’s stomach sank a little.

“Where’d you hear that name?” he asked evasively. Kensi pressed her lips together, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Well, you uh, you were talking in your sleep last night.” His skin flushed even more, working it’s across his neck. “You said, “I love you, Chloe.””

Deeks must have finely noticed the tightness in her tone because he looked up with a frown. One of his eyebrows rose as he scrutinized her and then he blurted out,

“Oh my god, you think I was talking about another woman!”

“Well, what else was I supposed to think?” Kensi said defensively and he actually huffed out a laugh as he shook his head, glancing across the room. He sighed deeply.

“Sometimes I have these dreams. About our kids, usually a little girl,” he explained. Kensi felt her mouth drop open slightly. That was definitely not what she’d expected. Not in a million years.

“You dream about-?”

“Our little girl.”

“And she’s named Chloe,” Kensi murmured, feeling overwhelmed with this new and unexpected information. Deeks shrugged, seeming unusually embarrassed.

“A lot of times I dream that she’s about 4 or 5 years old,” he shared, his eyes a little distant and longing. “Last night I think I was teaching her how to ride a bike and she kept going too fast. She always has your smile.” At that, he caught Kensi’s eye at smiled gently.

Kensi leaned forward and drew his hand towards her.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? I mean the dreams and the fact that you have a legitimate name picked out.” He shrugged again, fiddling with her thumb.

“I figured that we have enough stress about starting a family that I didn’t need to add to it. It felt like I’d be pushing or something. I don’t know.”

Kensi brushed her fingers down his cheek and stretched across the table to kiss him. The familiar sting of tears welled in her eyes as she pressed forehead to his.

“I want to hear all your dream,” she said, sniffing a little. “I mean if you want to tell me. You don’t have to.”

“I do want to tell you,” he said quickly.

“I’m sorry I thought you were cheating.” He shrugged her apology off, brushing her back so he could see her entire face. She noticed his eyes looked suspiciously red too.

“It’s ok. I probably would have freaked out too if I heard you saying some guy’s name in your sleep.” Deeks scooted his chair closer, pulling her into his arms so she wasn’t in such an awkward position.

“Chloe Deeks,” she murmured, resting her head on his chest. She felt Deeks’ heart rate speed up for a second and smiled a little. “I like it.”

“Me too,” he said, holding tighter.

***

A/N: I just can’t escape the angst. I hope you enjoyed this story.

[jencsi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie "Finn" Finlay/Nick Stokes Characters: Julie "Finn" Finlay, Nick Stokes Summary:

I think you already know....

[viking-raider]

I’m going to watch Frozen II, drink some wine, eat a bit of popcorn and write Smut for Part 7 of Daddy Her