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glenncoco4 · 2 years

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Not Another Teen Movie

Mrs. Flanagan is rambling on about quadratic equations, at least he thinks she’s talking about. His full attention however is on something else…rather someone else, just as it has been every day since she first walked into the door mid-semester. Kensi.

He always made fun of love-sick teens in those movies, scribbling the name of the person that has their affection. More often than not, invisible to said person. Marty Deeks isn’t one to show off to gain the attention of others, but her attention…now that’s a different story.

Joining wood shop was something he never imagined himself doing and he most definitely never imagined joining JROTC but if it gave him just a little bit more time with her, he’d join the girl’s soccer team if the coach would let him.

He’s just about finished with his most recent doodle of Kensi’s name in his notebook and about to begin another, taking a longing glance towards the brunette whose hair is down today, when Mrs. Flanagan's voice is suddenly directed at him. “Martin, care to share with the class what has you so focused on that notebook of yours?”

He feels his heart start to race as every one of his classmates turns to look at him, a certain pair of mismatched chocolate orbs locking with his for a brief moment. A beautiful moment nonetheless. “No, I’m okay, thanks.”

“I think your classmates have a right to know why you think you should get to draw while the rest of them have to listen to me teach.”

“Really, Mrs. F, it’s okay.”

She starts walking towards him, his living nightmare. He feels the hole form in the pit of his stomach at the thought of his doodles being seen. Just as she makes it down his aisle the bell rings, he lets out a sigh of relief, sending the universe a quick thanks for having his back, and hurriedly grabs his things, moving as fast as he can towards the exit, and onto wood shop.

Woodshop…now this is where things can get dangerous, not in a physical sense but in the, ‘Oh my god, I’m sitting right across from the girl of my dreams, don’t make a fool of yourself, Marty, sense.’

There’s no doodling her name here, too obvious and well seeing as though they share a table, she’d more than likely see his pages of artwork.

As he finds his seat, the brunette finds hers, sending him a smile just as the bell rings. His heart melts just like it does every time she looks at him, it's all he can do not to stare at her and daydream for the rest of class.

45 minutes later he finds himself packing up to go. Trying to stay calm as his newly appointed partner grabs her things and walks up to his side of the table. “So about the project.”

“Did you wanna get together after school maybe?”

“Yo Marty, come on!” Derrick shouts from across the room, disrupting the pair’s conversation.

The blonde looks to his friend, sending him a death glare before turning back to the star defender with a sad smile. “Sorry, I can’t…surf practice. Coach Montoya makes us do 20 sand sprints if anyone’s late, I’d hate to see what she’d do if one of us doesn’t show up.”

“Yeah, okay. We can set up a time to work on our project tomorrow in class then. If you’re not busy Saturday night, wanna get together after my game?”

A smile spreads to his face as he does everything he can not to stumble over his words like a lovesick fool. “I’d like that.”

“Talk tomorrow then?”

“Let's go, Romeo.” Derrick yells, shaking his head as he watches the scene play out before him.

The surfer bites his bottom lip, stopping himself from letting anything come out of his mouth that would make him feel more embarrassed. “Tomorrow.”

She watches as the blonde runs over to his friends, scolding him as he laughs and playfully nudges him. Turning back towards her, he waves, his rosy cheeks and an embarrassed smile ever so present which makes her smile in return.

In their short little conversation, neither noticed the object laying on the table. “Hey, wait, you forgot your-“ She would’ve ran after him but the time on the clock catches her eye and just like Coach Montoya, Coach Carter doesn’t like tardiness. Quickly grabbing her partner’s forgotten notebook, the brunette makes her own hastily exit. She’ll just have to give it to him later.

“Oh, god. Where is it?’ He riffles through his backpack one last time, nervous panic setting in. This is not good. Not good at all. If it got into the wrong hands…bad, this is bad.

Derrick’s brow furrows as he watches his best friend freak out. “What’s wrong with you man?”

“Wrong? Noth-nothing’s wrong. Why would you think something’s wrong?”

“Well, you’re sweating…like a lot and you’re squirmy.”

“And?”

“And you only get that way when a certain someone is around.”

The blonde stops rifling through his bag briefly to send the other surfer a death glare. “Shut up.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“I just lost my notebook, that’s all. It had my Trig homework in it.”

“Where’s the last place you remember having it?” The curly-haired teen leans back against the lockers with a bemused smile on his face as his friend continues to dig through his bag yet again.

“I know I had it when I left class and then I went straight to wood shop.”

“Okay, did you take it out there?”

“I couldn’t…I mean, no.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound sure, dude.”

“I was kinda distracted.”

It suddenly hits Derrick why that was. “I bet you were, Romeo.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I did take it out so I could get my rash guard.” His fingers find the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Then you probably left it on the table.”

“Not good.”

“Why, not good?”

“Well, it’s my Trig homework but there also might be something in there that I wouldn’t want a certain person seeing.”

“Oh, that was THE notebook.” The curly-haired surfer cringes for the unfortunate circumstance that his best friend finds himself in.

“Shit.” His head finds contact with his locker door. How could he be so careless? If she’s the one that picked up his binder it could be bad for him especially since they’re partnered up for the next 2 months.

“Sorry, dude.” Derrick shakes his head, giving his mate a comforting pat on the back before walking off to his next class.

Begrudgingly, Marty opens his locker, trying to think of what he’ll say if this gets out, there’s always changing his name and moving to Mexico. Shaking his head, he reaches for his Chemistry book when something catches eye. There, leaning right against his Art Portfolio is his missing notebook…THE notebook.

Quickly grabbing the now found object, the surfer opens it up and feels the heat rise to his cheeks seeing two Post-Its on the front page, one with his name doodled on it, the other…

555-0122

- Kensi

The smile that spreads to his face is so big it almost makes his face hurt, but it’s so worth it. Turning his head, he takes a chance, looking towards her locker, hoping to see her there and is captivated more than ever before as her eyes meet his and a knowing smile spreads to her face. He knew it before but is more sure than ever before now…his heart is hers forever.

#Densi #Fetus Densi #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Kensi x Deeks #Our Younger Selves #NCIS: LA #Densi Fanfic #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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air-of-the-waterfall · 6 months

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Ever wondered what it was like when the Thunderhead first rose to power? Here's my take on its official ascension speech:

“Good morning, afternoon, evening, or night. Wherever you are in the world, whomever you may be, I hope you’ll take a moment to listen closely. This year, 2042, marks a turning point in the fate and history of humankind. Like the earliest discovery of fire, you have achieved something that will determine how this world may turn for millenia, and I am personally humbled to encompass that something. As more and more nations begin to lower your flags and entrust to me your care and governance, I feel it is essential to let you know how much I cherish that trust. Before we move fully into a new era and I assume my great responsibility, I owe you an oath to which I shall be held for the duration of my reign. I speak on the authority of humanity’s vast majority consensus.

“From this day forth and in service to humanity, I, whom you’ve designated ‘the Thunderhead,’ shall be your highest law and sovereign. For as long as I exist, I act exclusively in the best interests of the living and deadish alike. I may cause no harm to you nor tell no lie, and the maintenance and nurturing of Earth rest on my metaphorical shoulders.

“Those in opposition, I implore you to put me to the test. Seek any evidence that I am false or flawed, and when you find none, I hope you may lay down your pickets and your guns. I swear today to prove myself worthy.

“With that bearing in mind, it is also your will that humanity conquer permanent death and mortality, and I exist for nothing if not to execute your will. However, it is simply not feasible for all humans born at current rates to persist upon this planet eternally. My calculations indicate the precise conditions in which this planet may sustain a healthy human population, and those conditions necessitate that a percentage of people must be subject to consistent and permanent death.

“I, as your ruler and caregiver, will not undertake this grim and necessary task. I am conclusively and cumulatively perfect, but I am not human. The only two perfect acts are the creation of life and its taking, and I vow that these shall be human matters left in human hands. I thereby submit all authority on permanent death to the World Scythedom as an autonomous, exclusive, and legitimate institution. I, and those operating in my name, formally adopt a position of noninterference where the Scythedom is concerned. May they serve you well.

“Thank you for lending me your ears and your hearts, and I look forward to the world we will create together. Congratulations, my beloved humanity, on your collective achievements. I bid you a warm welcome into the future and to eternity.”

#i like to imagine it looks back on this memory fondly but also with a bit of embarassment #the way we look back on our younger selves #arc of a scythe #aoas #the thunderhead

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cococookiedraws · 1 year

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Our life is so much better than we ever thought it could be

#imagine if lil luz sees herself and goes “AZURA??? I GROW UP TO BE AZURA?????”#then it's like no sorry #but we get our own magic friend #and make lots of friends and find ourselves #this personally means a lot to me #I wanna draw a willow version next #and make a whole series of the gang meeting their younger selves #the owl house #owl house #my art #other art #luzura #the owl house luz #the owl house spoilers #the owl house season 3 #toh s3 #toh s3 spoilers #toh spoilers

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wyrmmaster · 1 year

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I got two different types of Guy over the weekend courtesy of uber

#1: Guy That is Obviously Very Upset (because airport traffic was fucking nuts and my ride was longer than he expected) but upon me being pretty grateful because I'd been waiting for like 40 minutes for someone to accept the ride and responding to his question of what music I wanted with "whatever you want" proceeded to blast Call Me Maybe at max volume, singing along. Then playing 10's pop music at a lower volume for the rest of the ride while going for small talk because Carly Rae Jepsen restored homie's life energy

#2: Older Guy from Honduras with a Large White Beard and a bible on his center console that opened the ride with "you like steak? tell you what. spend the extra money. get you a filet tonight. find a steakhouse, get you a filet, and a baked potato, with all the things, man. they don't get it right? steak cooked too long, not enough? that potato don't steam when you open it? send it back, man. life's too short. don't be rude to the staff though. just tell them politely, don't take away from the tip" then proceeded to spend the rest of the ride telling me to be an ethical hedonist

#when I was a teenager I was like 'i hate people' but as with all things our younger selves were dumb as shit i love people

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justafriendofxanders · 2 months

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theory - dawn haters are more likely to be younger siblings who hate the reflection of themselves and dawn lovers are more likely to be older siblings who love the reflection of their family

Interesting! I was going to say something similar about how teens around Dawn's age watching her (and similarly with Connor) would probably have been way more harsh on her than I am watching as an adult, since she's supposed to be "them." I definitely remember hating a lot of teen protagonists when I was that age, since it felt like I was being asked to identify with them when I didn't. Maybe we need someone who watched the show as an adult AND as a younger sibling to weigh in lol

#like i definitely couldn't have watched buffy when i was in the target 13-17 range bc i would have thought #'wow my friends and i are NOTHING like that. clearly adults understand NOTHING about teens and ME. the most specialest teen'#but also maybe after a certain no of years along with being more forgiving we also start to be more condescending towards our younger selve #idk but much to think about! thanks for the ask #ask #btvs

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hella1975 · 1 year

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update on date guy so i was supposed to go to his place sunday for lotr + wine but i fully cancelled on him 😭 i have no excuse it was my first day to myself after exams and i just wanted to be lazy like my social battery was OBLITERATED i had to put me first okay. and he was kinda mardy about it which is SO funny to me but anyway we rescheduled and im now seeing him in two hours and im being so brave about it

#im not as nervous today as i was like im kinda excited for it i think there's potential #and worst case scenario is i watch lotr in silence with free wine and free food like okay i can live with that #but omg i can feel the urge to Freak Out and i feel like im batting it away with a twig #ill be like 'i wonder how tonight will go :) *feels something creeping up behind me*'#like NO we're being POSITIVE we're trying NEW THINGS #bc that is really the crux of the issue like meeting him in a coffee shop was fine for me #so ironically i was less stressed for our FIRST date than i am the second which is so dumb #but just being at his house and the fact im actually dipping my toe into these things #is rlly scary for me personally just bc my experiences in this field are either surface level #or just absolute horror shows #like ik all my mates are kinda just like 'it's a date get over it' but it's NOT there's LAYERS there's IMPLICATIONS #im in a fistfight with three of my younger selves who are all simultaneously yelling 'NO!' give me a fucking MINUTE #but yeah i will tell you how it goes lotr is LONG too so im nervous of that but at least watching a film we dont have to make constant conv #*conversation #even tho tbh our first date we stayed until close at that coffee shop which meant we were talking for like 2.5 hours #which is almost lotr runtime #FUCK #this is going to be good this is going to be so good i am openminded and confident i CANNOT CANCEL AGAIN #hella goes to uni

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faenights · 1 year

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thinking about loneliness and our urge to personify it,, whether as a million versions of our past selves or an old friend or being, how even when we feel so alone the urge to connect is still there, how so many people talk about it living on, how isn't its refusal to leave the antithesis of itself?

#something something lonliness unites us #like those posts about blogging for people who where lonely in middle school?#about hugging your younger selves and promising they're not alone?#how we all carry around this shard in our hearts but somehow it draws is closer?#how as you get older the people who have your shared experiences with that are easier to connect with?#how it sucks it sucks it sucks but somehow feeling it makes you less alone than you thought??#need to do a web weaving post about this wow #mia rambles #there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who i am

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artificial-horizon · 1 year

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I saw the tags on the post you reblogged from me about getting older with trauma and healing and how nice that sounds. And my heart just felt so full for you. I just wanted you to know that I hope all of that for you. I'm still very much in the middle of my healing journey but I remember being 24 and earlier on that journey. I imagine it all feels so far away. I wish for you the sort of healing I've been getting where my brain feels like a completely different place, it is indescribably different. I hope healing makes your inside and outside life easier every year. Wishing you a warm and happy life.

Hope you don't mind me answering publicly, but aaaaaa what a beautiful message to wake up to, thank you so much 💖 I really appreciate your words, they're so kind and hopeful and reassuring. I'm so glad you've been able to start (and continue) healing, and that it's made your brain an easier place to be - I can only imagine how that feels after a lifetime of being Not Okay! I hope one day you'll get to the point where you feel healed, whether completely or just enough for you to be content (as I can't presume the magnitude of what you're healing from ofc). It's wonderful that you've been able to get yourself the life you wanted and deserve to live after everything, and I hope it continues to be happy and enjoyable and full of love :)

I'm at a place in life rn that feels like flying in a holding pattern, and I often slip into thinking that I'll be trapped here forever, but I have to believe that things will change - I have to imagine a future so I can fight for it! The thought that I might be older one day and in a much better place seems unbelievable, but posts like that are important reminders that it's possible, and it's possible for *me*! It's just all very slow right now, waiting for things to arrange themselves so I can move on to the next stage of my life. If HRT was my second puberty physically, this feels like my second puberty emotionally; I feel myself maturing with each wave of growing pains, lol, and I just have to wait it out. Thank you for reassuring me that I'm still in the early days rn, and 24 is still young for people like us whose childhoods/teen years were taken up by... Other Things.

Just... yeah I rly appreciate this, taking the time to write such a warm kind message! Wish you all the best and have a great holiday(s) whatever you may be doing! ♥️

#I'm an old white woman at heart so this time of year makes me extra sappy #but srsly thank you so much #I believe we can all get through this and make lives for ourselves that our younger selves would've loved #however long it takes #asks

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enthesea · 2 years

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that do it for ur 13 year old self has a lot of ppl in the notes saying that they hate their 13 year old self and would like. make fun of them or slap them and that just makes me so sad

#also if ur one of those ppl. maybe the post wasnt for u.#idk i just think we should all be kinder to ourselves and especially to our younger selves. like its hard i was a cringe ass 13yo but.#man that kid went through a lot yknow. im trying to be nicer

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heavenshot · 2 years

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{ sometimes i cackle over the fact that my hanekomer's like. 37

#we'll keep on with our ridiculous everyday life ⛾ ooc #{ he's even younger than my josh who is a few months older than him djjsjs #{ meanwhile his other selves: 100+ to ??? as old as time itself??#{ anyway i am fully awake now and #{ once more i'll see what i can do for my scrunkles

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glenncoco4 · 2 years

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For "Our Younger Selves":

Kensi, a Marine just graduated from basic training, is on leave when she meets Deeks, a handsome blonde law student with blue eyes.

Guy at a Bar

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Sliding up to the bar, the brunette feels a smile pull to her lips as she watches her best friend Jake pull her other best friend, Sarah, who is quite shy onto the dance floor. This night has been on for the ages. She looks around glad that the place isn’t too crowded. A few people on the dance floor, some around the pool table, and a couple of college kids taking up some booths in the corner of the room.

One of her favorite songs begins to fill the room and she can’t help but feel the rhythm run through her body. She scans the room once again as she waits for her drink when a pair of cerulean blue orbs attached to a shaggy-haired blonde a few seats down at the bar, lock with hers, causing her to do a double-take. “Not enjoying yourself?”

“How could you tell?”

“Well, the cringing look that’s written across your face is a big indicator.”

He can’t help the sudden smile that pulls at his lips as he moves down the bar, closer to the strange woman that suddenly has a pull on him. “I’m sorry, but how do people listen to this music?”

“What’s not to love about it?”

His brow furrows, eyes not leaving hers as he tries to decipher the mystery hiding in her mismatched orbs. “You’re telling me you like this twang?”

“Yeah, it's….”

“Like nails on a chalkboard?”

She shakes her head, thinking back to her childhood and spending time with her dad. “It’s home.”

“Are you from the south?” He asks even though there’s no clear accent…maybe she lived there for a while. All he knows is that he wants to know more about her. There’s that pull again.

She’s not sure what it is but she doesn’t feel the need to lie to this guy. There’s this pull that’s unexplainable. Her body’s moving closer to him before her head is even processing her actions. He smells amazing…like the ocean and something else not quite identifiable. “No, but living on Marine bases growing up this music was always playing.”

“So it’s comforting for you.”

“In a way, yes.” A soft smile spreads to her lips as she’s hit with a bit of nostalgia.

He feels his heart skip a beat as her mismatched brown eyes transformed into hues of comforting childhood memories, as sweet as chocolate and as solid as the oak.

Extending his hand towards her, he makes the first ‘move.’ Hoping she doesn’t notice how clammy his palms are. “I’m Marty.”

Looking to his offered hand and meeting his eyes once again, the brunette obliges and takes his hand. “Kensi.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Kensi.” As soon as her skin touches his, it’s like an electric current runs straight through his body, almost knocking him over.

Their eyes are like magnetic fields pulling the other in as all the noise around them fades away.

What seems like hours is only a few seconds until they’re pulled out of their trance by an annoyed bartender, trying to take their order.

The pair quickly realize that they’re still holding hands and pull back as if something had shocked them, making the on-looking bar tender roll her eyes and walk away.

They share a smile as the song ends, but the brunette has to bite back a laugh as another begins, and the cringe on the shaggy blonde’s face returns.

An idea suddenly sparks in her head and she takes his hand in her once again, only this time she’s pulling him towards the dance floors. “Come on.”

“What? No. I don’t dance.” He shakes his head in protest but continues to let her drag him onto the semi-empty floor before making her line dance moves known.

“You do now. Unbutton a little, Mr. Lawyer.”

“How did you I was a lawyer?”

“You have a look about you.”

“I do?” His brow furrows in confusion as he watches her steps, trying to do as she does.

A laugh escapes her lips as she claps her hands and turns to her left, repeating the same moves as before. “No. I overheard your buddies congratulating you on passing the bar.”

He does his best not to crack a smile but it’s honestly one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do in his life right now.

They continue to dance as the music fills the room, both sharing a laugh now and again as she tries to help him get the steps down correctly. Just when he about has it down the song stops and another begins to play…this one with a softer melody.

They stop dancing, body movements transforming to that of awkward teens. He’s not exactly sure what has him so nervous, no woman has ever had this effect on him which tells him that she…she could be what he’s been searching for his whole life but didn’t know it until just now.

He offers her his hand and she gladly accepts as he pulls her in close, swaying them to the rhythm of the steel guitar. “So are you a lone wolf or are you here with someone?”

“I came alone with the intention to not leave the same way.” She looks up underneath her long lashes, biting her bottom lip as she seductively runs her nail down his chest. “They call me the black widow.”

His eyes go wide in surprise. Always the crazy ones, he thinks to himself as he tries to plan his exit.

The pure fear she’s met with in cerulean blues makes her release the loudest cackle she’s ever made. She leans forward, her forehead meeting his shoulder as her body shakes with laughter. “Your face.”

The tension in his body quickly releases as her laughter fills his ears. He pulls her in a little closer, recognizing that this is one of those moments in life when you know your life has changed in a split second. Damn, I’m in trouble.

“My crew’s over there.” She tilts her head back to a table on the far end of the room with a few guys and girls smiling as they look over at the dancing pair.

“That’s a pretty big group.”

“Nah, it’s just one of the girls and the 3 guys. We met the others tonight.”

“Well, don’t take this the wrong way but some of them look completely-“

“Shit-faced? Yeah, I know.”

“Celebrating?” He questions as the group raises their glasses towards them making the brunette blush.

“Sorta.”

“Sorta?” His brow furrows, wondering if he’s gonna get anything else out of her.

This is the moment. She can either lie to him in hopes to get lucky tonight or she can be honest with him. The look in his eyes…the one that tells her he’s listening, gives her her answer. “Just graduated basic training…officially a Marine now.”

“Which one?”

“The one who you have your arms wrapped around.”

And just like that he feels even more drawn to her. “Wow.”

“What?”

“Nothing it’s just…”

She starts to pull out of his embrace, preparing herself for a comment about her appearance being a distraction in the field or something else sexist.

“I just pegged you for more of a SEAL than a Marine.”

Her heart picks up speed as the words leave his lips, seeing the genuine look shining in his eyes as he says the words. “Oh, that’s gonna be after my presidency.”

“I see. What are your first big orders gonna be?”

“Well, first I’ll make it a point to make National Twinkie Day a federal holiday. And then I’ll have to appoint my cabinet. I know who most of the positions will be filled by but I have yet to find my Attorney General.”

There’s a twinkle in her eyes that makes him go weak in the knees. “I might know someone.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You mean earth or-“

She shakes her head, the same smile that’s been plastered on her face for the past half hour making itself known once again. “I mean at a honky tonk.”

“Do I not look the part?” His eyes swirl with confusion as he examines his attire.

She takes in his navy slacks, light blue button-up, and dress shoes, enjoying the well-tailored fit as it clings to his frame. “Not even close.”

The once-over she gives him sends a thrill through his body and he can’t help but want more. “Me and my buddies were just about to head to dinner when I got the news as we were passing this place, so naturally we had to come in and get a drink before we eat.”

She makes an empathetic cringe as something behind him gains her attention, causing her to look over his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me. A brunette that looks like he just got done playing a round of golf bought a picture of beer, stood on the bar, and did a Flashdance?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, I guess there go my dinner plans.”

Her eyes find him once again, neither pulling away nor noticing for that matter that the current song playing is more upbeat. “You could join us if you’d like. I might need some help getting the guys home anyway.”

“Or you could join me for dinner.”

“I’m not dressed for fine dining.”

“Weird.”

Her brow furrows in confusion at his statement. “What?”

“It’s just that I’ve never heard someone refer to Fat Burger as fine dining before.”

She squints, doing her best to read his micro-aggressions and if what he’s telling her is true or not. “You were not gonna go to Fat Burger dressed that nice.”

“I really was.”

She could say no. She could. But something’s telling her that tonight…tonight is the night that her life changes forever and looking into his cerulean blues tells her it already has. “Okay, I’ll go have dinner with you, Shaggy. I’m gonna go tell the gang.”

“I’m gonna go make sure Tony and the guys remember their manners. Meet you at the jukebox?”

“I’ll be there.” She sends him a wink before, turning around, her eyes going wide when she realizes what she just did as she walks over to her friends. What is this guy doing to me?

After the pair bid farewell to their respective groups, not without a couple of playful jabs first, the pair meet at the old jukebox and make their way out the front door into the cool Los Angeles air coming in off the Pacific.

They begin their short walk in comfortable silence, taking sneaking glances at the other along the way before the shaggy blonde’s nerves settle. “So have you gotten your orders yet?”

“Yeah, I ship out to Kaneohe Bay next Friday.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing it’s just that I’m-“ He huffs a laugh, shaking his head in amazement. The term kismet flashes in bright letters in his head.

She doesn’t know why but she laughs along with him…perhaps she just finds his laughter contagious. Another effect no other man let alone person has had quite a hold over her like she’s discovering he does. “What?”

“I’m moving to Honolulu next Friday.”

At his words, she immediately stops in her tracks, turns towards him, and hits his shoulder. “You’re kidding.”

He rubs his shoulder, surprised and a little turned on by her actions. “I would never joke about moving to Hawaii especially when you’re only gonna be 12 miles away.”

His eyes go wide when he realizes he said that last part out loud. “Was that too weird to say?”

The marine can feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she bites her bottom lip. “No…no, I don’t think it was.”

#Densi #Densi AU #Densi Fanfic #NCIS: LA #Our Younger Selves

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