keeksconfidential-blog

[keeksconfidential-blog]

"I'm pretty sure we still had a dozen cookies last night."

The little girl looks up at him with big, blinking innocent blue eyes. “Maybe it’s the Tooth Fairy,” she shrugs, her smile missing two teeth at the front.

Deeks cocks an eyebrow at her, and the little girl climbs on his lap. “Maybe it’s the baby,” she whispers in his ear, glancing at Kensi’s round belly.

Her breath still smells like chocolate, and Deeks wipes the chocolate stains on her cheek with a kiss.

#NCIS:LA #Densi #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #kid!fic #Fernie's a piggy just like Mommy #five sentences meme

[keeksconfidential-blog]

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

He reaches his hand out as if to adjust her veil one last time, and Kensi gives him a smile. “Runaway brides are overrated, Callen,” she says with a shrug. “Besides, he’d have Eric and Nell track me down to the other side of the world.”

“Persistent, this future husband of yours,” Callen grins, offering her his arm and leading her out as the music starts playing. “Let’s get you married, Kens.”

#NCIS:LA #Kensi Blye #G Callen #Densi #five sentences meme

[keeksconfidential-blog]

This is our new blog. Check it out if you ever need to talk, rant, cry, vent, squeal. We're here to listen.

Hey y’all! This is an introduction post to DoctorBearHug! It’s going to be long, but you’ll get a hug at the end! :D

What is DoctorBearHug?

DoctorBearHug is a blog meant to help people. As the title says, help will always be given to those who ask for it.

We all have issues and struggles. But not everyone has someone or some way to express them. DBH - yeah, now that we’re quite intimate, you can call us that :) - is here for this very purpose.

You can come talk to us and everyone else who comes across this blog. About everything. We’ll be there to listen.

What does DoctorBearHug do exactly?

We listen. Whether you’re feeling sad or happy, if you want to talk to someone, we’re there - us, and our followers. We post the messages that people send us, so everybody can reply to them and give advice.

We want this blog to be a safe place where people can come and talk, and where they know people won’t judge them.

What if I just want to talk, and not have my message posted?

You just have to say it.

You have multiple options:

You can leave a message in our ask box.

You can submit a post in our submit box.

You can reply to a post.

If you don’t want your message to be posted, you just have to say it and we won’t post it. Due to the character limit, maybe you can just add something like DP (for Don’t Post) at the end of your message.

What’s your submit/ask box there for?

There’s a character limit when you write a message in the ask box. So, if you want to write a longer message, you can choose to submit it.

You can submit a message to tell us about you (your problems, struggles, good times… anything you want!) or to reply to another post. In this case, say it. The submission guidelines are explained there. The tumblr submit box does not allow anonymous submissions, but if you request it in your post, your name will not be revealed.

Who is DoctorBearHug?

We are Angèle and Jessica. You can go check our About Us page if you want to know more!

Anything else you wanna know? Don’t hesitate to follow and message us!

Welcome, everybody!

#support group #we're here for you #we're all of us united

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Hey guys!

We're probably gonna do the Q&A thing on Monday, so if you have any questions left, let's hear them out! Our askbox is open!

#Q&A #Jess and Jelly confession time #do it! #everybody come and play

[keeksconfidential-blog]

"I'm sorry - you bought WHAT?!"

“That’s called a brush, Marty,” Kensi says, her voice calm and soft, the same one she uses to soothe the baby and lull her to sleep, “it’s a very convenient thing people use to tame their hair, you know.”

Deeks runs a hand through his messy, wild locks, frowning. “I thought you loved my hair…you certainly seemed to, last night…” he teases, wriggling his eyebrows.

She covers the baby’s ears before replying, “Maybe. But we’re certainly not having a picture taken of you looking like you rode a wild surf for our Christmas card this year.”

“Well, that’s certainly how everybody thinks that little one happened,” he says, giving Kensi a wolfish grin before dropping a kiss to the baby’s forehead.

#Densi #NCIS:LA #Densi + baby #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #silliest thing on earth #how do you write a story in only five sentences #legit question y'all #fluff covered with sugar

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Write a sentence of a story for me and I will give you the next five. =)

#Do it #Do it now #That's what Kensi said last night

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Hey you!

We've decided that we wanted to have a little fun with you - no pun intended, you avid smut readers! :P

So, we want to do this little Q&A things where you can ask us stuff about us or our writing and we'll make a video or something to answer! More likely an audio file or maybe a written thing, we'll see. :)

So, everybody come and play!

#Jess and Jelly wanna have fun #ncis: la #densi #everybody come and play #Q&A

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Only one follower left until we reach 200!

Jess will finally update SM if that happens!

#ncis: la #densi #jessica237 #fic #don't hit me Jess #it's about damn time you update #everybody write a petition #Stolen Moments

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Happy birthday, Deeks!

He’s woken up by a persistent knock on his door and for one, tiny second, Marty Deeks almost believes she’s here.

When he opens his door, he’s not met by bright mismatched eyes, flowing hair and killer legs, though. Instead, there’s a box waiting on his doorstep. “We need the bomb squad here,” he says, turning to Monty who doesn’t move a paw. “Come on, buddy. What if that thing blows up? Who’s gonna feed you?” Monty lifts an ear, suddenly intrigued. “Just like Kensi,” Deeks smiles as the dog comes to him.

The dog sniffs the box and barks happily. Deeks cocks an eyebrow at him before bending to pet him, and sniffs the box. “Smells like cavities and cholesterol,” he laughs, scratching Monty behind the ear. “None of that’s for you, buddy. We Deeks men are fit and strong and we watch what we put in our bodies.”

Monty gives him the best imitation of a shrug before going back to his bed.

The box is not as big as the one waiting for him at OSP, but it’s definitely heavy as Deeks carries it inside before putting it on his coffee table. There’s no name or address, not even a card, but a box smelling like candy can only come from one person: his Kensi.

Deeks opens it eagerly, grinning at the ocean of Twinkies and Ho-Hos and Ding-Dongs. He digs around the box, finding cheesy rom-coms and a copy of Cat Fancy. “Do you think she’s trying to say something?” he asks Monty. The dog just glares at the cat on the cover.

Finally, at the very bottom of the box, Deeks finds a little note; he almost goes to the door to check if Kensi’s not hiding somewhere, just waiting to come out and say, Surprise! He opens it with almost trembling fingers – this little piece of paper in his hands is the closest to her he’s felt since that phone call three weeks ago.

He frowns when he realizes it’s not his partner’s handwriting.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Deeks.

Don’t eat everything before Ms. Blye is back, or she’ll probably be upset.

-H

PS: Make sure to keep that phone around you today.”

He does.

And when it rings, Deeks realizes that in thirty-five years, this one gift probably is the best he’s ever had.

#Marty Deeks #Happy birthday! #NCIS:LA #Densi #Kensi Blye #Monty #Mysterious H #Bahaha ;) #drabble

[keeksconfidential-blog]

BEST. CHRISTMAS. PRESENT. EVER.

READ.

OR PERISH.

go for Santa

"So, Santa, huh?" she teases and God, how Deeks wishes he could see the grin on her face. 

For now, though, it would have to be enough to hear it in her voice. “Yeah. Yeah, uh…I don’t know. Someone put Nell in charge of the punch this year…emphasis on punch." Kensi laughs - the full, bubbly laugh he’d last heard when she’d been in his arms, the two of them hidden away from the rest of the world, safely tucked together between the sheets of his bed. "Needless to say, Santa won’t be driving that sleigh anywhere tonight." 

Kensi smirks. “Gonna leave a bunch of kids very unhappy on Christmas morning…” 

"Nah, they were all naughty this year anyway," Deeks quips. He leans back in his chair, a pang deep in his chest as he realizes just how badly he’s missed this - their easy back-and-forth, the sound of her voice…her. God, what he’d do to have her in his arms right now, even for but a second. 

"That’s not entirely true,” Kensi insists sweetly. “I happen to know that I was very good this year…” 

Read More

#Densi #NCISLA #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #So sweet I'll get cavities but I don't care lalalalala #Christmas story #PERFECTION

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Reunion

He almost can’t believe that this day has finally come.

He lost count of the days she’s been gone when he realized that it wasn’t doing any good – really, he’d known all along, but he’d tried to hold onto the silly, naïve hope that she would come home to him sooner than later. But then days had turned into weeks, weeks into long, agonizing months; there’s an ache in his heart, a cold, empty spot in his bed that only she can fill.

He’s at the airport three hours before her plane is supposed to land. It’s four in the morning, but Deeks doesn’t care; he couldn’t sleep anyway, so what was the point of lying in the dark and staring at his living-room ceiling?

(He just couldn’t sleep in his bed. Not after that night. Not when the pillows and sheets still smelled like her.

Even less after her dear scent started fading.)

It takes him an hour to realize he didn’t bring a welcome home gift. He bought her a candy box for every day she’s been gone – his kitchen cupboards are currently even more of a mess than her apartment, desk and car combined – but he didn’t bring anything with him in his hurry to get to her. Which is ridiculous in retrospective, considering he got there so early. Deeks glances around at the airport stores, spotting big teddy bears and flowers and chocolate, and then he smiles, thinking of Kensi. His Kensi doesn’t care about gifts; but his Kensi is a romantic at heart, badass and tough on the exterior, sweet and gentle on the inside, and no matter if she threatens to kill him (or actually kills him on the spot), the one thing he’s sure of is that when he sees her, he’s going to run to her and spin her in his arms.

And probably kiss her senseless, too.

They meet halfway, in the end. In the crowded airport terminal, running to her as if this was a movie becomes slightly more complicated than expected; he spots her first and then she sees him, and when their eyes lock, he releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding for months. He feels giddy, almost dizzy as he rushes to her, deftly dodging heavy suitcases and people, and he sees her moving as excitedly towards him, the smile on her face bright enough to light up the whole town – it mirrors his. And then Kensi’s right in front of him, eyes wide and bright and shining, just as beautiful as the last time he saw her, if not even more.

She wraps her arms around him before he can remember how to breathe. Her hold is tight, so tight, as if she never planned to let go – Deeks knows in this moment that he sure won’t be the first one to. She furrows her face in his chest, breathing him in, her fingers clenching harder around his shirt, and Deeks loops an arm around her neck and nuzzles in her hair, sunshine and gunpowder filling his lungs.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers, slowly closing his eyes at the same time as he lifts a hand to her hair, releasing the clip holding it in a bun. Her dark waves cascade down her shoulders and Deeks threads the fingers of one hand in them, reveling in the silkiness. It’s an intimate touch, something he’s only experienced once, one night that feels like a lifetime ago; but it feels even better than in his memory. He drops a kiss to the top of her hair and he feels Kensi sigh quietly.

Deeks tries to pull back and her breathing quickens, her fingers desperately holding onto him. He chuckles before brushing his hand to her hair, and then her cheek. “I just thought I’d get a welcome home kiss,” he teases, his gentle tone making a pink tint flush on her skin.

Kensi pulls back, just enough to look him in the eye. Oh God, how she’s missed those beautiful blue eyes, the reverence in them, the love… “You thought you’d get a welcome home kiss?” she asks, grinning. “Shouldn’t I be the one getting it?”

Deeks grins, touching his forehead to hers. “See, the good thing about welcome home kisses is that we both win in the end,” he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over her lips. She lets a soft giggle escape her lips, and in that moment Deeks thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. “God, I’ve missed you so much,” he repeats.

Her next words are like music to his ears. “Well then, prove it,” she replies, leaning on her toes, her lips barely an inch to his. “Marty.”

She flicks her tongue on her lips, daring him as it briefly brushes his bottom one, and the next second his mouth is on hers, his hands cupping her cheeks, tender and gentle and possessive as his thumbs tilt her face for him. A shiver runs through Kensi as she fists her hands in the material of his shirt and he feels it; Deeks smiles against her lips as they part for him, the quietest moan escaping them – that’s a sound that’s been playing in his mind for the past weeks, taunting him with vivid memories of the feel of her skin against his, the warmth of her, the scent of her, the quiver of her body underneath his…

One soft kiss becomes two, and three and four, and the rest of the world vanishes in a dull, blurry background; nothing else matters save for her, for them. He’s dreamed about this for years; dreamed about the way her tousled hair would look like spread on his pillow, the soft flush of her skin as he’d bring her to the edge, to that delirious peak, the feel of her nails clawing at his back, the desperate clench of her fingers around his biceps… He’s had a taste of it all; one perfect taste, one perfect night. But this kiss, these kisses, the feel of her lips against his after so long…it’s everything.

Kensi slowly pulls back after a moment, her lips lingering above his as her eyes flutter open, happily dazed. Dark brown meets ocean blue, and the joy gleaming in those gorgeous blue orbs is all she needs to reciprocate his words. “I’ve missed you, too,” she admits shyly, focusing her gaze on his lips, God, his lips…

Deeks gives her a bright smile, pecking her lips one last time before pulling away from her embrace, only to grab her bag with one hand as he loops his free arm around her neck. “Well, prove it,” he whispers, delivering the words right in her ear before closing his lips around the lobe. She trembles hard, and he laughs, pressing a tender kiss to her temple before he starts walking. “My bed has missed you too, by the way. It’s not letting you leave for the rest of the week-end.”

#NCIS:LA #Densi #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #NCISLA #Speculative fluff for Kensi's return #Too fluffy for your own good #Don't ask me why I did this #I have no excuse #And should be ashamed #Except not

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Title: Play with Fire By: asthedayisfading // Jessica237 Pairing: Kensi/Deeks Rating: Light M Timeline: Post 5x09: Recovery Summary: She doesn’t want him to say what he means tonight. She wants him to do it. Tonight, she wants to burn.

—

"Tell me you want this too," he breathes, despite already knowing the answer. "Tell me you won’t regret this. Tell me…tell me you want me as much as I want you."

#Go read #Or face my wrath #Densi #The Frozen Lake #What we should have seen if Dani wasn't fat at the moment

[keeksconfidential-blog]

say what you mean

She smiles at him as he exits the restaurant, finally joining her in the parking lot. “I was beginning to think maybe you changed your mind,” Kensi teases quietly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Deeks just shrugs, flicking his tongue over his lips. “I, uh, just needed a minute,” he admits. His emotions and his thoughts are caught in a deadly whirlwind right now; he doesn’t fully trust himself to speak because he really hadn’t thought beyond dinner. To him, sure, perhaps it was some sort of a date…but then again, isn’t this what they’ve been doing for over a year? Dinner, dessert, or beers on one of their couches, some bad reality show or a movie or a football game on the screen before them? They’ve been doing this.

So why is it only tonight that she questions it? Hadn’t she been the one to demand that he dress up and take her out to Crustacean a year ago?

  Read More

#Go read #Or else bad things will happen #Like Densi will be ruined if you don't #Too soon for jokes like that #Yup too soon

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Title: Indulgence By: asthedayisfading//Jessica237// Pairing: Kensi/Deeks Rating: T Timeline: Promo speculation fic for 5x09: Recovery Summary: Moderation is the key. ;)

A/N: No spoilers beyond the promo, the picture, and the press release - so you should all be golden considering you’re ALL spoiled more so than I am. ;) Um, also, I haven’t written anything in over a month so this is not really my best piece but … yeah. If you are brave enough to read after that warning, well, hopefully you don’t hate it? ;)

—

And then, his voice slips into her mind again, just a quiet whisper that starts a warm flutter in her belly; it’s a repeat of an eleventh hour confession a couple of nights after the close of the rehab case, one they’d both silently chosen to forget in the wake of flaring tempers and burning desire. “I want you, Kens. You.” 

#Go read #If you don't I'll voodoo you #NCISLA #Densi

[keeksconfidential-blog]

“Hello to you, too,” she says as he walks past her and settles on her couch as if it were the most natural thing for him to do. “Can I help you with something?” she asks, leaning against her doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

“Well, actually yes, Fern,” Deeks replies sweetly, stupid charming smile on. “If you could get us something to drink with this,” he says, jiggling the Chinese take-out bag in his hand, “that’d be perfect. And then you can come cuddle with me for our movie night,” he adds, patting the space beside him on the couch.

“I didn’t know we had planned a movie night,” Kensi grins, as her mouth waters at the delicious scent. She saunters to the kitchen and grabs two beers before slumping on the couch next to Deeks. “What are we watching?” she asks.

“I was waiting for you to ask,” Deeks says, bringing a single fingertip to her face and lightly tapping her nose.; Kensi’s eyes widen, and he laughs “This almost dying thing made me realize that there’s a million things we need to do before death do us part, dear Kensi,” he explains, as he reaches for his bag.

“I’m not sure I want to know what’s on that list,” Kensi replies, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

Deeks pouts. “Aww, come on, Kens. You’ll love it,” he says, giving her a smile. “It’s almost winter in Australia right now so of course this one is gonna have to wait,” he goes on, “but I thought we could start with this.” He retrieves a DVD set from the bag. “I’m still not sure if I can ever find it in me to get over your inadequacy,” he teases, dodging to avoid her deadly punch, “but it’s my job to try and fix you, so… Tonight it’s Fixing Kensi 101, starting with watching the Indiana Jones trilogy. And cuddles.”

“And cuddles,” Kensi echoes, leaning her head against his shoulder.

#NCISLA #NCIS: LA #Densi #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Jess' writing #3x21 #Touch of Death #Jess and Jelly's drabble challenge to themselves

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Random pieces of awesomeness

Jess and I have decided to play a little writing game to stay in writing shape - because we're super healthy that way.

Everytime we rewatch a NCISLA episode, we'll try to write a little drabble about it, and then post said drabbles on here. They can be about Densi, or other pairings or characters - basically, everything we want and that follows our inspiration.

We are currently watching Touch of Death, so there soon should be two drabbles online! Stay tuned!

#NCIS: LA #NCISLA #Jess and Jelly's drabble challenge to themselves #Densi #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #and all the others #lolilol I think there will be no Nell character study though

[keeksconfidential-blog]

Where'd you get your super awesome title for the Little Marty piece? MWAHAHAHAHA ;)

It is awesome, isn't it?!

#dontchawishyoucouldfindtitleslikejess