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caripr94 · 7 months

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I see Indiana Jones x The Mummy crossovers, and raise you…

Hamilton x Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover

I mean, think about it. The timeline and locations actually line up more than you would think:

Shortly after his birth in 1708, Will Turner and his parents move to North Carolina, where they would live for the next 7 years, until 1715, when his father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, joins Captain Jack Sparrow on the Black Pearl and Will moves with his mother to England.

The main events of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl take place in 1728, when Jack Sparrow is about 38 years old and Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann are about 20.

Dead Man's Chest and At World's End happen about a year later, in 1729, including Will and Elizabeth's wedding and the conception of their son, Henry Turner, who is born about 9 months later in May(?) 1730.

Hector Barbossa is in his early 60s at the time of the events above, though probably biologically in his 50s, considering his cursed and undead status for a decade prior to COTBP.

On Stranger Tides takes place in 1750, when Jack is about 60 years old and Barbossa is in his early 80s. Dead Men Tell No Tales comes a year later in 1751, when Jack is about 61, the Turner couple are about 43, Henry is about 21, and his new love interest and Hector's daughter, Carina Smyth Barbossa, is about 19.

As the name of the film series suggests, all of the events above take place in the Caribbean, with the original trilogy centering around Port Royal, Jamaica.

Alexander Hamilton is born in 1755 or 1757 in Charlestown, in the Caribbean island of Nevis, only about 60-70 miles south of St Martin, where Henry met Jack in DMTNT. In 1757, Henry would be about 27 years old, his parents would be 49, Jack would be 67, and Carina would be 25. Henry and Carina would probably also have children around Hamilton's age group.

Hamilton moves from Nevis to the 13 American Colonies in October 1772, at the age of either 15 or 17. At this time, Henry would be about 42 years old, his parents would be 64, Jack would be 82, and Carina would be 40.

On April 19, 1775, the Battles of Lexington and Concord begin the American Revolutionary War, an 18 or 20-year-old Hamilton enlisting on the side of the Patriots soon afterwards. About a year later, on July 4, 1776, the American Colonies declare their independence from Britain, forming the United States of America. In the latter date, Henry would be about 46 years old, his parents would be 68, Jack would be 86, and Carina would be 44.

On September 3, 1783, the Treaty of Paris is signed, officially ending the Revolutionary War (which was partly fought in the Caribbean) and cementing American independence. On this day, Hamilton would be about 26 or 28 years old, Henry would be about 53, his parents would be 75, Jack would be 93 (if still alive), and Carina would be 51.

In other words, the events and locations of POTC are close enough to the Revolution that at least Jack and the Turners would have still been alive and young enough and lived and worked close enough to meet Alexander Hamilton and his peers and play an active role in aiding him and the other Patriots in the Revolutionary War, at least at the beginning. They could be doing so to help their family friend Hamilton, free Will's childhood home from oppression, and/or, at the very least, spite the British Empire for all the trouble they've caused them in the past. There's even historical basis for the Patriots (and their enemies) using privateers in the War.

That would be an interesting crossover that I'm surprised to see no one write about yet.

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heymrspatel · 2 years

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fanworks creators self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fanworks you’ve made, then pass on to at least five other creators.

jujubeeee! i guess i should stop feeling sorry for myself and answer this ::CRINE2::

i also got this stupidly cute ask from @squidyyy23 and @you-are-so-much-better-than-that and @sleepyfacetoughguy i love you all! thanks for encouraging me to pat my own back 💙💙💙

here they are in no particular order because i can't do that to them, they're my children! *clutches pearls in outrage*

little spoon ian! the beginning of tummy!!! all of us collectively losing it at that little freckly belly! (more to come btw!)

cozy husbands in matching socks! ian’s last photo being a tomato! (are you guys getting the gallacrafts zine? maybe keep this baby in mind 😉🤭🤫)

it's animated!!! woowee! this is where i started picturing and building on their life in their apartment. cute mugs! cozy blanket! wedding photos! yusss

HENRY MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY BABY CHILD! remember when i ventured in to fanfic fanart! taking waaaay to many liberties on that tattoo sleeve? but needing to show the love and care and LIGHT on baby henry's face? @iansfreckles i love you!

stargazing? nah. the stars, they’ve got nuthin on the blues and greens they stare at every day. the night breeze, nothing compared to a temple kiss. the cushiony grass, absolutely nothing compared to your husband's shoulder.

#thanks again my loves for sending me this!#i’ve said this before but sometimes i forget that i can do things with my hands??#when i saw this i was like eeeeeeeek #but hey look i’m ok at things sometimes! it’s ok to pat my own back!#i love you all!!!#the last gallacrafts i did IS up there at the top of my list though! i just can’t pick!!#tag game #shameless fanart #gallavich fanart

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strideofpride · 1 year

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⭐️ lemon yellow sun?

This is probably going to be the hardest to talk about.

I hadn’t written much besides the little drabble collection that summer, I had been really busy with work, but one day I was driving home and the muse came back by whispering in my ear “teenage Henry POV”.

And then well…to be really honest, it was my therapeutic way of dealing with my own daddy issues. I don’t really want to go too into detail but that was the summer I stopped speaking to my father and that fic was kind of part of me processing that. (See also: don’t call me daughter) A lot of it was more exaggerated to fit Chuck, but I put a lot of my dad’s narcissistic behavior into that.

And I can’t really talk about that fic without talking about the death threats I got. And I know it was probably just one ch/air troll and I got much more support than hate, but it really, really fucked me up. I wrote this very deeply personal piece to help deal with my own shit and someone went and told me to kill myself? It really, really fucking sucked. And it’s why I know moderate comments on fics that are pretty chuck-negative.

Anyway, to end on a lighter note, the title of lemon yellow sun is a lyric from Jeremy by Pearl Jam. All the fics in that series are titled after lyrics from various Pearl Jam songs (I could probably do a whole commentary on titles alone)

fanfic director’s cut

#henry bass #gossip girl #blair waldorf #anti chuck bass #my fics #anonymous #strideofprideanswers

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kn1feinthec0ffee · 4 years

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the doctor is in - henry pearl

doctor!dad!henry pearl x reader

warnings: lit rally nothing this is the usual heaping serving of fluff & cuteness 🥰

word count: 650

notes: ohmygod this is a mess sorry i was really busy and today is just not it for me so this is what you’re getting bc i didn’t want it to be 3 weeks since i’ve posted something

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you woke up to a hardly noticeable tug on your sleeve. as you lazily blinked your eyes open, you saw the silhouette of your son, michael.

“what’s up, hon?” you slurred, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes.

“i think i’m gonna throw up,” he murmured, clutching his stomach before he ran to the bathroom. from what you could hear, he barely had enough time to flick on the light and lift the toilet seat before he got sick.

“aww, poor thing,” you mumbled to yourself. you sat on the cold floor next to him and ran a soothing hand along his clammy back. “i’m sure daddy can help you feel better, sweetheart.”

as if that was his cue, henry sleepily stumbled into the bathroom, his emerald eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright lights. “oh no, someone’s not feelin’ good?”

“my tummy hurt when i went to bed and i couldn’t go to sleep, so i was playing with my toys, but then i felt really bad.” michael sniffled, wiping his tears with his balled up fists.

“that’s alright bud, i promise you’ll be feelin’ better soon. you’ve just got a nasty stomach bug, that’s all.” henry playfully ruffled his hair.

once it was clear your son wasn’t going to be sick again, henry lifted him up, holding him close against his hip as he took him into the kitchen. much to your confusion, henry left michael sitting on the countertop, only to come back a moment later decked out in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

“doctor pearl is in,” he cooed lovingly, gathering the “supplies” he’d need. “now, when you have a stomach bug, your tummy’s jumpin’ and hoppin’ around, and i’m willing to bed that doesn’t feel so good. so for it to calm down, you wanna eat some boring stuff, how does that sound?”

michael nodded and swung his legs off the edge of the island. you and henry busied yourselves making some bland foods for your soon to eat, including soup, toast, and a glass of water.

your son sat quietly as he slurped on the chicken noodle soup and crunched on some toast. his lack of chatter saddened you since he was usually so talkative.

“daddy, can i watch something?” michael asked softly, reaching up to place his dishes in the sink.

“of course you can, bud,” henry quickly scooped the bowl out of his hands for him. “let’s go put somethin’ on.”

the three of you made your way to the sofa as henry flicked the tv on. your son laid his head in your lap and made himself comfortable as your husband searched for the kids channels. michael decided on spongebob, letting out little giggles every time mr krabs would catch plankton trying to steal the krabby patty formula.

after a few episodes, he was out cold, snoozing softly against your lap, fabric bunched up in his tight fist. you turned to look at henry, not surprised to find he was already looking over at you. “thanks for doing the whole doctor shtick, i think he really got a kick out of it.”

a look of confusion passed through his eyes as he mischievously cocked his head to the side. “shtick? excuse you, i’m a certified pediatrician, and i’ve got the doctorates to prove it, missy.”

“you’re absolutely right,” you laughed, careful to keep your volume down lest you wake up your sleeping angel. “my sincerest apologies, doctor pearl.”

“you know i’d do anything for him,” henry rubbed his hand over his sleeping son’s warm back. “and that goes for you too, and don’t you forget it.”

“never ever, doctor pearl.” you accentuated your claim with a kiss to his perfect button nose. “now help me get this patient to his ward before he wakes up.”

“sure thing, sweetheart.” henry grinned, complete adoration in his gaze.

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please forgive me if this is short or if there’s any errors i wanted to get something out today sO BAD so this might be a little rushed

tags: @emmyrosee @babyboy-cody @jadelynlace @skrsgardspam @stevesharrlngtons @manicpixiedreamguurl

#i dont think this is that great but hopefully you guys do #im not saying im dependent on your reactions and notes but i may be dependent on your reactions and notes 👁👄👁#henry pearl #dad!henry pearl #henry pearl x reader #henry pearl fic #henry pearl fanfic #henry pearl fanfiction #henry pearl imagine #henry pearl oneshot #henry pearl fluff #henry pearl battlecreek #battlecreek #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård character #my writing

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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Could we maybe get Henry Pearl helping reader through a rough patch? Just like tooth rotting fluff

(A\N): Hello there, lovely! 😘✨

You have no literal idea how happy I am of this, and how in need of Henry Pearl I am, since... I am not going to lie, lately (and still is) has been a low key a rough patch for me, since I have been struggling with anxiety and my appointment with the psychologist moved to next week, since I have to stay at university for two more days (with those snakes of my roommates).

Also my mom, to whom I usually talk with for anxiety, has been extremely bitchy with me (which I get because I stress her extremely) (although half of my anxieties are because of her) and today I broke one nail, which is very “KIM PEOPLE ARE DYING” problem, I realize, but I got them done last week, plus I just get very stupidly concerned about these things, thinking that people will judge me for it...🙈

I know this is too TMI, and I am going to leave you to our sweet and gentle Henry Pearl, the true light of this dark period, sorry for the personal thing, I just wanted you to know why I am a bit inactive today (alongside avoiding spoilers... which failed miserably! 🤣).

Hope you’ll enjoy it, sweetheart! ❤️

(And if you have more, for this babe, I am always open for it! 😘✨)

WARNINGS: Stress and Anxiety and Mention of Past Trauma 💜

You had been fidgety the entire night, and when Henry had moved to retrieve something for him to paint, meanwhile you checked some emails, he had found you having a anger-filled breakdown, against your computer, for not loading fast enough your emails.

He didn’t understand the reason behind it, gently calming you down with the promise to take a look to the computer, which you continued on saying it was too slow.

He gently kissed your forehead, immediately making you met under him, as he got the computer out of harm way, putting himself between it and you, who gently hugged around his waist, pushing your head onto his shoulder and gently kissing it, before you laid your face down there, tired.

“You need to leave it some time to charge, lovely” he explained, meanwhile he closed and re-opened the web, gently getting it to finally work, as you took a sharp intake of breath, moving to take it from his hand.

But he closed it before your hands could even come close to the technological object.

You looked at him confused and gently he pushed you down on the bed, playful towering onto you.

“What has happened, my lady?” he asked with a fake British accent, as a true knight from the old stories, meanwhile you just scrunched your nose, a bit annoyed.

“Henry, let me get to my emails, you draw and I answer a some of them... we had a deal” you mumbled, meanwhile you tried to launch yourself closer to the computer, but no result was successful since Henry got his hands onto yours, pinning them over your hand.

And he ended up kissing your face, peppering it softly and playfully, effectively getting a laugh out of your chest, meanwhile you tried to push him away, although your tries were weak and not very interested in actually getting him to stop his ministrations.

But somehow you managed to turn the things around and before Henry knew it, you were mercilessly tickling him, before you planted some kisses in order to distract him from your hands reaching out for your computer.

And you immediately went back to your emails.

Henry tried to regain his breath, staring at the painted roof of your little house: he had done it, meanwhile you anxiously asked him if he was alright.

“Didn’t Michelangelo do the same?” he had asked, meanwhile you had slapped his shoulder, saying that “Michelangelo didn’t have a hot girlfriend to worry for”.

He didn’t surrender to you, although he had lost this battle, you hadn’t won the war.

He hug-attacked you from behin, making you giggle, but your eyes didn’t shift from the screen.

It took a few kisses onto your neck, and you finally caved in, turning around for another long and attentive kiss, which made him feel like he was melting onto you, meanwhile you smirked, quickly bringing him back to reality with an harsh bite on his upper lip.

“... I would gladly do this, instead of answering emails” you mumbled, onto his lips, your eyes becoming tinged with worry “... but I seriously have to do this, or...”.

“Or what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in an half a smirk to you “... I don’t think they’ll fire you, sweetie, they like you too much”.

He had heard you talking over the phone about having an hard time at work, mostly whenever he would catch you shouting at somebody on the phone or huffing when your phone blinged during movie night.

He could also justify your nervousness, knowing exactly that you were the type of person who needed to do her best in anything, and when you gave your best and people didn’t recognize it... well... that was a problem.

That was why he cherished you with everything he could, earning an identical treatment that made butterfly come alive in his stomach.

You had been there, after Tallulah had revealed anything to him, and you had been there after, holding him close to you.

And if your situation was even slightly as stressing as that, he couldn’t help but want to hold you and chase away all your worries, as you had done.

“... don’t joke on this, Henry Pearl” you mumbled, although a little laugh escaped your chest “I am worried about everything, we have had so many deadlines so so close and people have been pushing their work on me... and I was just unable to say no”.

He could understand it all, but still he refused to let you in your own destructive behavior, mostly when it got between him and his well-deserved cuddles.

“I know that you are, but you seriously don’t have to let this get to you, you always manage to succeed in anything” he reminded you, making you smile lightly, and blush rather strongly “...I am kind of in awe that you are still with me, although you could have so much...”.

“If you finish that phrase I am crashing my computer on top of your head” you threatened and he giggled, apologizing with soft kisses all over your hair, before he gently settled his face in the crook of your neck.

“... don’t do it, it is a MacBook, it is expensive”.

“Then don’t do this, Henry Pearl, because you are the most perfect creature in the world” he blushed, but didn’t let this stop him from going on with his talk.

“... and please don’t let your anxieties get to you, we can talk about them” he moved to kiss your forehead and felt you relax slightly.

“I don’t want to bother you” you whispered, meanwhile you turned to gently lay onto his chest, meanwhile he lowered himself till his back hit the mattress softly, not even startling you “... sometimes I just get these awful thoughts, and I don’t want to ruin your eternally sunshine-y moods, you have already so much on your plate...”.

“And you have, too, so many things on your plate and still find time to comfort me, so I think that I can do the same for you, sweetie” he gently kissed both your cheeks, before he finally managed to kiss your mouth, gently caressing your face “Please I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tall about it with me”.

You nodded softly, promptly understanding the true problem and gently pushing yourself to nudge against him.

“... but right now I feel too tired to actually talk” you mumbled, ending the phrase with a yawn and getting Henry to gently lay himself on top of you, cuddling you closer to his beating heart, meanwhile he pushed your computer onto the nightstand, to avoid it crashing it down to its misery.

“I love you, sweetie” he muttered as he engulfed you, throwing the sheets around you, pretty sure that you were already snoring.

“... love you, too, Henry Pearl”.

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lilacmermaid25 · 6 years

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Reviews are hugely appreciate!

Also posted to https://archiveofourown.org/works/14892128/chapters/38207576

#Madam Secretary #elizabeth mccord #elizabeth/henry #henry mccord #A Crown of Gold and Pearls #Swingsets & Strawberries #fanfiction #fanfic

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Bill Skarsgard & Co.

PLEASE NOTE! any starred titles (”*example*”) is erotica and NOT for anyone under the age of 18.

last updated // Jan. 20, 2022

bill skarsgård

fanfics

Hold My Girl (fluff)

Through the Blizzard (fluff)

drabbles

making him up

missing him over facetime

being besties

*sucking “pennywise” off*

*when daddy!alexander teaches you swedish for daddy!bill*

taking care of his love after a long day

lost dog

dad bod!bill is perfect

*dad!bill with a lactation kink*

dad bod!bill cant accept compliments smh

thicc thigh riding

*sweet aftercare (slight ddlg tw)*

loving up on bill’s tum

part two to the tum lovins

little!reader’s tantrum (ddlg tw)

*orgasm denial*

axel cluney from Deadpool 2

fanfics

Sleepy (Fluff)

drabbles

*keep reading*

*breeding kink*

mark’s older brother

sweet, mindless fluff

stoned stick and pokes

sweet makeout sessions

taking care of you when your monthly comes

enamored with his son

shitfaced and soft

*body worshipping*

*noise complaints*

he appreciates you :)

after a hard day

dad!axel lets his daughter dress herself

accidentally hitting him in your sleep

meeting diesel

emmy’s late night thoughts

*a sweet makeout session*

carrying his big baby all day

wisdom teeth removal

*camera!man axel loves his camgirl*

*emmy really like this hate sex piece*

*part two*

in the mornings

hockey!axel teaching his son how to play

*interesting punishment methods*

revealing little rudolph

*santa, baby*

your big ol’ manimal

emmy’s favorite axel angst

part two

part three

hockey!axel coaxes you to ice skate

*punishment and price of bail*

teasing hockey!axel

*the bump he makes*

when you were in an accident

jealous!axel angst

comforting you

heavy words and heated lips

hockey!axel getting into a fight for you

*coming home to you*

*making you feel small*

dad!axel comforting his newborn

sentimental moments with tattoos

*hockey!play axel after a game*

*tying him down and teasing*

sweet aftercare

*being with a reader who likes cars as much as he does*

scaring the reader

*begging to suck him off*

dad!axel getting his newborn to stop crying

sweet morning wakeup calls

cold shoulder reader

*teasing you while he watches his movie*

taking care of drunk and hungover reader

*seducing him at work*

*cockwarming him*

gordan merkel from Atomic Blonde

fanfics

On The Run (no longer in progress)

hopping (part one)

staying (part two)

Little Things (Preview)

drabbles

*soft!dom merkel*

*interrogating the reader*

*taking care of him*

dad!gordan with your first little girl together

*sweet, but smutty*

“please stop smiling at me like that”

seeking your familiar comfort

patching you up after a fight

*mean dom!merkel*

*pet play*

fugitive!reader and merkel saga

where it began

becoming distant after the first time

she fights back against him (slight nsfw)

senseless, regretful angst

*teaching her german*

henry pearl from battlecreek

fanfics

drabbles

aftermath of a night out

cookie fight

distractions and coffee stains

a way with words

hyping you up

domestic valentines day

the plague takes over your home

soft loves after a long day

christmas magic

when he’s sick

singing to his baby

babysitter!henry pearl with your son

innocent surprises

“stop being so cute!”

*needy, subby pearl*

first snowfall

*kitty space*

lovely little father

tending to his scars

thanksgiving snuggles

post-fight snuggles

reading to you when you’re sick

*first time making love*

being affectionate *slight nsfw*

sweet little nothings

making him breakfast

admiring his scars

teaching you how to paint

mark from assassination nation

fanfics

drabbles

snuggly, affectionate boy

axel’s younger brother

buns in the oven

*shower surprises*

*he tries to make it up to you*

holding his baby for the first time

i love dad!mark okay

*toxic (toxic relationships tw)*

*aftercare after a rough session*

*he spits in your mouth*

needy, cuddly mark

mateo from soulmates

fanfics

drabbles

pretending to be your boyfriend

drunk mateo

dates gone wrong

the first time he leaves

mickey from villains

fanfics

drabbles

from tickles to something more

breakfast with mickey

“few more minutes?”

taking your leftovers

when he’s the cutest ever

*blowing axel for the first time*

sweetly, selfishly affectionate

roomie mickey can’t sleep

roomie mickey being precious

*he makes you squirt*

timezone facetime calls

the rulemaker of cuddling

drunk confessions (w/ axel)

*mindless, loving smut*

*begging to touch you*

he’s a punny man

losing his darling (gun violence tw)

after you fight

dad!mickey and the cookies

taking care of you after appointments

precious mickey fluff

*pegging mickey*

sleepy snuggles (again)

*giving reader her first climax*

comforting you when you’re stressed

taking care of his sleepy love

*giving him road head*

*he likes to get popped in the mouth*

comforting you after a long day

keeping you company when bored

*surprising him with your kinkier side*

*mean!dom mickey*

roman godfrey from hemlock grove

fanfics

Morning Sickness (fluff)

Appreciation (fluff)

Difficult (fluff)

Deadlines (fluff)

Little Moments (fluff)

drabbles

soft domestic ass roman is a cute roman

*daddy!roman punishing reader

christmas cookies

*home for dinner*

he traumatizes you

eyeing your cake

soft!roman is whipped

“don’t make me fall in love with you.”

possesive!roman hiding you away (EXTREME TW)

comforting you

*spanking you raw*

needy hangover affections

*some period kink mess*

*riding your man*

he hates watching nadia grow up

*bloody sex (ft. Eric Northman)*

dad!roman is the sweetest

*soft!dom roman*

taking care of salty!reader

taking care of his traumatized!reader

*using your safeword for the first time*

*mean!dom roman*

*making her squirt*

comforting his sugar baby

when someone talks badly about his girl

developing a crush on roman

reuniting with the green eyed man

Stressed

the kid/ henry deaver from castle rock

fanfics

drabbles

comfort kisses

sweet breakfast

he’s afraid of the dark

*wearing your panties*

*naughty boy and his punishment*

teaching him how to smile

post-nightmare snuggles

willard russell from the devil all the time

fanfics

drabbles

his socks

the engagement ring (slight nsfw)

preference lists

who and who not to let in the kitchen

they want to give you a relationship

holding their babies for the first time

their tattoos

when they find out you’re pregnant

a bill breakfast

emmy’s random head canons

in footie pajamas

when they’re sick and you want to take care of them

another version of this

*when they’re your first time*

lingerie shopping (slightly suggestive content tw)

stoned boys

what they smell like

one large cuddle pile

when you pass out

coolest instagram accounts

do they like asmr?

incorrectly correct heights

*to get you to sleep*

pandemic living

playfighting with the boys

*when you ask to peg them*

*the noises they make*

Norman F*cking Rockwell!

when you fail a class

when you, rightfully, call him a meanie butt

during the spooky season

when they find out you’re pregnant

when they become fathers

when you get into fights

when you need his affections

when you safe word

when tiny humans throw temper tantrums

when they’re mad

when you’re sick

*size kink*

*spanking styles*

how they are with PDA

tiny humans and their first words

they comfort you when you get a shot

when your hairdresser does you dirty

can any of them even dance?

touched starved and needy boys

they sleepy, needy babies

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bianxiousandcute · 2 years

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Masterlist

Fanfics

2gether

Kiss on the lips(Sarawat x Tine)

Look...it’s not that Sarawat hated parties...well...okay, he didn’t really like them, he would rather go to a bar where they would be able to talk and maybe listen to some live music. But what really made him hate going to parties was that at every party that Tine was at was basically torture to Sarawat. Why he had to fall for his straight friend? Not only that but the one who got the most girls, every party Tine had a pretty girl drooling over him.

Mamma Mia! 2gether

Tine lives in Kalokairi for at least 20 years, he has a charming hotel, his loving daughter Pearl, friends, and his brother that are always there for him but his heart has been broken too many times and he has given up love. Pearl is about to become 15 years old and after she found an old diary filled with stories of three past lovers that her dad seemed to have a special connection with she decides to invite the three of them to come to the island in hopes that her father finds love again!

The Only Exception (Man x Type)

Type was never the trustful type, but after his last break up the walls he had around his heart grew bigger and thicker. Still part of him wants to trust people and be hopelessly romantic, but he can't do it by himself, and that's when a handsome stranger that just keeps appearing comes in.

Cherry Magic

I wish I was her... (Kurosawa x Adachi)

Kurosawa has an enormous crush on his best friend Adachi, but he seems to like their other friend Fujisaki, well at least that's what Kurosawa thinks.

Bad Buddy

Traitor (Ink x Pa)

Ink thinks the universe must hate her. Not only has she fallen in love with her straight best friend, but that straight friend, Pa, is dating the most annoying guy on the planet, Wai. She tries not to hate him, He is Pran’s friend so he mustn’t be a bad person, she tries, but how can she not hate him, he is with the girl she likes, the girl that will never like her back.

Six of Crows

The Crows (Inej x Kaz, Matthias x Nina, Jesper x Wylan)

Balancing a band and college classes isn't easy, add to that some trauma and drama it gets even harder. This Band tho won't let that take them down easy, as they say, no mourners no funerals.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Crows!

Red, White and Royal Blue

Blind dates (Alex x Henry)

Alex hated blind dates, he thought it was a thing for desperate people looking for love, but he had to admit, he was desperate. Alex sighed drinking his water while looking around the bar, Nora said his blind date would be late and that didn’t help his nerves at all, God why am I here? Why can’t my feelings just go away…I’m really not thinking straight he chuckled at his bad joke, if it wasn’t for his stupidly handsome roommate he wouldn’t have to be there, on a fucking blind date, he sighed, the thing is Alex realized not so long ago that he wasn’t as straight as he thought, and his feelings for his roommate are ruining his life.

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lilolilyr · 7 years

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Afloat at Last - a PotC ficlet

I wanted to write a piece about how everyone of the mcs are together with their loved ones in the end while Jack just stays on the pearl, hence the Jack/Pearl bit, but somehow this turned out differently…

Btw why does the way I wrote Jack sound like Tony Stark.

Also, why did I write this in the first place.

Not beta read, don’t judge

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Not Rated

Pirates of the Caribbean - Salazar’s revenge

Captain Jack Sparrow & Thr Black Pearl (Jack/Pearl tbh - because he vry romantically loves her - Only not… Explicitly? And i rly didn’t want to Tag it with /)

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Captain Jack Sparrow did not give up easily.

Granted, he didn’t have a crew, and his ships were either on dry land or in a bottle, he was too drunk to rob banks and even turning in his second-most-valuable possession, the compass, for more alcohol, promptly getting himself arrested afterwards.

Yes, in retrospect, he understood why it might look like he indeed had already given up.

But he still had the pearl, however little she was, and even faced with the seemingly inevitable execution he did not expect it to actually be over.

He’d been there before, after all, and it had always worked out. Jack didn’t allow himself to think that this time might be different, that this would be it.

So, without a proper goodbye to his father- that was for the dying, and not for pirates, anyways- he let himself be dragged outside, and soon found himself in exactly the kind of chaos he equally loved and loathed because while such gettogethers had most likely been started by his kind of people, it meant that it was a fucked up situation in the first place.

This time, he hadn’t even actually been saved by his people- well, they were his former crew, but they had to be payed by the annoying Turner junior-junior to be sufficiently motivated to save him, and that could really not be called reliance.

Then there was the other kid, the girl Turner was obviously smitten with (Jack felt a lot of déjà-vus here, only the Carina kid was too young to try and pull her for himself, so he gave the little Turner all the good advice), maundering about very suggestive sounding but apparently scientific terms.

The not-witch (Jack knew when a woman really was one, he’d dealt with enough sorcery) turned out to be not a boring Smith but a Smyth-Barbossa, which, honestly, that guy was a dad? What? Well, now he was a dead dad, and despite having shot him that one time Jack now found he nearly mourned the guy. He’d miss their insulting and ever quite refreshing talks, at least.

But Captain Jack Sparrow didn’t dwell on the past (as long as dead men weren’t currently coming to haunt him).

He had a ship and a crew and life turned out to be worth living again.

On the Pearl, sailing wherever fate lead him, Jack felt free.

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supercap2319 · 3 years

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📒 for the asks?

💕 favorite ship to write?

Bill X Robert. Even though they've never even met each other, I really enjoy writing them. Robert is like a combination of Roman Godfrey, and Henry Pearl. Robert is furiously protective of the Losers.

💡what inspires your fic ideas?

Anything. My brain is active 24/7. Music helps a lot, or I just look at my edits for inspiration.

📒any fics planned?

I'm currently working on a fanfic of Roman Godfrey, and Jacob Barber. I still have to start chapter 5 of my Billwise fanfciton.

#bill denbrough #billwise #robert gray #writing

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fucking-hell-cavill · 4 years

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Boredom hopefully leads to fun.

@henry-cavlll Here’s to 1,000 and many more.

Summary - Henry and his girlfriend are stuck at home during the Covid-19 outbreak. Boredom creeps in, and they find a creative way to pass the time.

Word Count - 1668

Tag Warnings - Smut, Swearing under the cut.

A.N. - This is my first Henry fanfic, so please forgive me if it’s not very good. I’m hoping to write more Henry in the future. I’m open to comments and reviews.

“Henry I’m bored.”

I heard Henry snort from his desk, where he was concentrating on painting his miniatures. Kal sighed from beside the sofa. I let my arm drop to ruffle his ears. The dog had been doing better with being stuck indoors than I was. He was happy just having myself and Henry home, getting all the unlimited love and walks a bear could want.

Time ticked by once more, the TV on in the background watching a random movie from Netflix, I had lost track of the films we had watched. I sighed once more, Kal quickly copying me.

“Oh god, I can’t take it anymore.” Henry put down his paintbrush and spun in his chair to face me.

“I’ve done everything I could do today. I prepared dinner before you got back from your run, I’ve already cleaned the house this morning, and I don’t fancy doing it again.”

Henry thought for a moment before he grinned devilishly at me across the room. “There’s something I know we can do.”

Time seemed to freeze slightly before both of us were scrambling for the stairs. I reached the bedroom first, turning in time to see him advanced towards me, hands outstretched.

“Uh... babe?”

Henry paused. “Yes?”

“Could you wash your hands first?”

He looked down at his painted dotted hands. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

While Henry headed to the bathroom, I continued getting undressed. When I was down to just my panties, Henry reappeared his damp hands on his tank.

“Was that the required twenty seconds?”

Henry growled before lifting me and dumping me unceremoniously onto the bed. I laid back and enjoyed the view of him peeling off his blue tanks and shimming out of his jogging bottoms. Even in the lockdown, Henry had kept up with all his fitness routines, not wanting to let his Witcher training slip. I could admit that it was a pretty good view.

He crawled up the bed. The heated look on his face made me feel like a little deer getting stalked by a lion. His muscular forearms caged my head as he looked down at me.

“Hi.” I squeaked.

“Hi.” Henry smirked, leaning down to kiss me. “You sure you want to do this?”

“What? Do you mean to have your cock buried in me? Hell yeah, I do.”

Henry chuckled nuzzling into my neck, “I was just checking. You wanna take this slow?”

I snorted. “No I do not. I want you to ravish me like a bodice ripper damsel.”

Henry sat back on his haunches, “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

He traced down my body with his fingertips. It tickled my skin twitching slightly under his touch. He reached the band of my underwear. I lifted my hips off the bed, allowing him to roll my panties off my hips and down my legs.

I used my foot to rub against his erection bulging against his boxers. Henry grinned at me before throwing my panties somewhere behind him then grabbing my foot off his crotch. He spread my legs further apart making room for his impossibly broad shoulders. I could only watch as he kissed up the inside of my thigh before reaching my centre. I felt his warm breath against me. I couldn’t help but gasp. I tried to keep eye contact with him as he licked at my wetness. He sucked hard on my clit, making my head tip back, and a cry escaped me.

Henry lifted his head to look at me. “Can you be any louder? We have neighbours, you know.”

“Fucking eat me, Cavill.” I groaned.

He grinned like the Cheshire cat teasing my clit with his tongue. “Oh I promise to sweetheart.”

I felt his fingers tease my opening before one of his long digits slowly sunk his fingers into me up to his last knuckle. Henry was an oral god, leaving me unable to do anything but let the waves of pleasure washed over me. With him lapping at my pearl and his finger curling upwards, my body opened to him, and he slipped in another finger. I felt the slight stretch, but it quickly faded, leaving me feeling full. Henry left me feeling powerless and limp, and the tension began to build.

My fingers clenched onto the sheets. A thought came to me; I wove my fingers into Henry’s curls and gave a small tug. He groaned and looked up at me.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot. I cried out and felt him smirk against my wet flesh.

He sucked on my clit, setting my nerves on fire and with his fingers getting faster, I felt my orgasm growing.

“Shit, babe. I’m so close.”

Henry gave up his sucking in favour of using the tip of his tongue in quick circles. His fingers felt like they’d almost quickened in pace as the end was in sight. I let go of his hair and clenched my fists back into the sheets. I didn’t want to rip his gorgeous curls out. With a twist of his expert fingers, I fell over the edge.

Henry drew my orgasm out for as long as he could, wiggling his fingers till I pushed him away. I watched as he sat up between my legs and licked his fingers clean.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” I groaned.

Henry leaned down, crashing our lips together in a desperate kiss. One of Henry’s large hands found my breast and squeezed. He soon found my pebbled nipples with his fingertips, giving it a swift pinch. The feeling was a bolt of lightning through my body straight to between my legs.

“Shit Henry. I need you.” I practically begged.

He stood, quickly shedding his tight boxers with a damp patch from his leaking member. He climbed back onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of his god-like physique. His long, thick cock stood tall and straight resting against his toned abs, I wanted to touch him, but neither of us was in the mood for teasing. Henry moved to lift my leg over his hip before I stopped him.

“I want to go on top.”

He grinned wildly and leaned down, stealing a kiss. “You’re fucking amazing.”

He settled back onto the bed, letting me climb onto him. I reached down to hold him steady as I sank onto his thick, length. It always stung a little when Henry was first inside me, he wasn’t a small man by any means. It’s why he still enjoyed getting me ready to fit him, with his expertise I knew that the sting would fade pretty quickly. He tucked one arm behind his head, and the other hand rested lightly on my hip. Henry had no problem with lying back and letting me set the pace.

Soon into our relationship, I noticed that Henry liked watching me while we were having sex. I had no idea why, and Henry never told me. I was self-conscious in the beginning, but with Henry’s support, I grew more confident in our bedroom antics.

I loved being on top; the feel of lowering onto Henry’s cock as it slowly filled me up was like nothing I had ever experienced. I would stay there forever if I could.

Rocking my hips, I fell into a quick, brutal rhythm. I felt the sweat start to bead on my skin. Even with my previous orgasm, my body still buzzed, it craved more. The drive pushed my body closer to the edge. Looking down at Henry, his pupils were so wide you could hardly see his beautiful blue iris anymore. I could feel his stomach muscles clenching under my palms, a sign he was close to cumming.

Henry braced his legs on the bed, giving me something to lean back on. The change in the angle made his thick length hit the right spot inside me, making me cry out. I couldn’t help but squirm; it felt like fireworks exploded under my skin.

“There?” he asked me.

I managed to choke out a response. “Yes.”

He made it his job to keep hitting that spot every time. My orgasm continued growing, and I knew it would be more intense than the last one. But something was missing, stopping me from falling over into oblivion. As always Henry knew what I needed before I had even realised. I felt him run a hand down my body before settling in the cleft of my legs. His thumb soon found my clit and began to rub slow circles. He knew all the ways to push me over the edge.

My moans had turned into shouts as my orgasm came crashing down onto me. I clenched tightly around Henry’s length, he groaned, hands gripping tightening onto my hips. I fell onto his chest, unable to do anything while the waves shook my body. My legs shook as he kept thrusting, dragging my orgasm out for as long as he could. With one final, punishing thrust Henry buried himself deep inside me as he came with a grunt.

It was all too much, but I couldn’t speak to tell Henry to stop. I dug my nails into his shoulder/bicep a little more harshly than usual.

Henry panted “Baby? You okay?”

I could only gasp for breath and shake my head. Henry wrapped his arms around me before gently rolling us onto our sides. He pulled out, lying on the bed beside me, kissing me gently before moving back, giving me some space to breathe. He stroked down my face and neck.

“Too much?”

I nodded.

We lay side by side on bed for a while, trying to catch our breath and cool down. I felt Henry turn to look at me.

“Did that occupy your mind for a little while.”

“Uh-huh. I don’t even have enough energy to think. You just fucked my brains out.”

Henry’s deep belly laugh shook the bed. I soon joined in on his laughter.

#Henry Cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill/you #henry cavill/reader #quarantine #covidー19 #covidquarantine #mention of kal #imagine #oneshot #fanfic #smut

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ejzah · 4 years

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Can you do a fanfic where the team has to go undercover at a nightclub and Deeks has to take the role of a singer. The rest of the team thinks it’s going to be hilarious and poked fun, but are shocked when they discover that Deeks is actually an incredible singer.

A/N: Takes place sometime after Kensi finds out about Deeks’”Touching Wood” days.

Thanks to @glenncoco4 for the song suggestions!

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“Miss Blye, you will be a waitress, Mr. Callen, the club has a sudden opening for a bartender, and Sam you will be a patron,” Hetty announced, as she glanced at each team member. They were going undercover at the “Twisted Heart” nightclub, hoping to find information on a potential human trafficking ring.

Hetty smirked, turning to face Deeks, who had his hip cocked out as he leaned against the center table in OPS. He frowned at her, obviously not liking where this was headed. Kensi grinned, knocked his shoulder, and muttered,

“I bet there’s a janitors uniform somewhere with your name on it.” Deeks glared at her, but didn’t say anything.

“Actually, Mr. Deeks, you will be filling in for the “Twisted Heart’s” normal singer. He came down with an unfortunate case of laryngitis,” Hetty informed him, still smirking as Deeks eyes widened.

“Whoa, hold on, Hetty,” he said nervously. “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not. I have it on good authority that you were in a band as a teenager.” Deeks shot another glare in Kensi’s direction, but she raised her hands innocently. She certainly hadn’t told anyone about their discussion, despite her threats. “I believe it was called “Tou-“ Deeks made a distressed sound and tried to cover it with a strained laugh.

“Heh, we uh, we don’t really need to talk about that. I’m sure no one’s interested in hearing about what I got up to as a teenager.”

“Actually, I’m intrigued,” Callen said, crossing his arms as he clearly saw a chance to mess with Deeks. “What exactly did teenage Deeks sound like?”

“I bet you sang Pearl Jam covers,” Sam teased.

“Hilarious,” Deeks said. “I’ll have you know we were the best group of fifteen year old singers around.”

“I’m sure,” Hetty said diplomatically. “Now, I have your clothes down in wardrobe and then you come see me about a guitar.” With that, she started to leave the room.

“Hetty, can we just talk about this for a-ope, nope, she’s gone,” he said, running a hand through his hair as he pulled in a deep breath. “No, that’s fine. Totally fine.”

“I cannot wait for this,” Sam said gleefully. He mockingly patted Deeks on the back.

“Good luck, man. You’re going to need it,” Callen offered as they grabbed their case files and left. Tossing his head back, Deeks settled his hands on his hips and drew in another long breath.

“This is a terrible idea,” he told Kensi.

***

“I still say you should have let me help you warm up,” Kensi said a few hours later. She had just finished changing into her waitress uniform, which consisted of black pants and a black shirt made of out some kind of silky material and low heeled shoes.

Deeks was in the adjoining changing room, putting on whatever outfit Hetty had laid out for him. He kept muttering to himself, the sound of Hetty’s name the most prominent.

“You’re just saying that because you want to hear me sing,” Deeks responded shrewdly.

“Hey, in a couple hours, we’re all going to hear you.” Deeks didn’t answer and she sighed. “You’ve been in there forever. Come on out.”

After another minute, he pulled aside the curtain and walked out, looking annoyed.

He wore a dark blue button down and dress pants. It was simple, but he looked fantastic and Kensi realized belatedly that she was staring at him. Why the hell had Hetty given him a shirt that matched his eyes?

“What’s wrong? Is my collar messed up or something?” Deeks asked, turning to the mirror. He glared at his reflection.

“You look fine,” Kensi told him dismissively. When he continued to fiddle with his shirt, she sighed and grabbed him by the shoulders. She grasped the edges of his collar, straightening them, so it hugged his neck. Her fingers brushed his skin and she abruptly let go. “Well, you should go see Hetty.”

Deeks raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t otherwise comment on her strange behavior as he walked off to find Hetty.

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“Look at him up there,” Sam commented from his table, which he had strategically chosen to get the best possible view of the room. “I think he’s going to faint.”

Kensi was in the middle of serving a table of two young women, so she didn’t comment, but glared at Sam. Now that Deeks was up on stage and the moment of truth was nearly here, she felt bad for him.

“Or throw up,” Callen offered. Glancing up at the stage, Kensi watched Deeks finish setting up. Despite his reluctance , which lasted right up until the moment he entered the club, Deeks had gotten right down to business.

He seemed at ease checking the. acoustics and making sure his mic was on. True, he did look a little nervous, but nothing Kensi wouldn’t expect from someone who hadn’t ever sung professionally.

A few minutes later, he sat down on the stool a few feet away from the edge of the stage and tapped the top of the mic to make sure it was working.

“Good evening, everybody. My name’s Justin and I’m standing in for Henry tonight,” Deeks said, pausing to flip his hair out of his eyes. Kensi noticed that he spoke with slightly more drawl that usual. Someone from the back of the room shouted,

“Marry me!” and Deeks grinned and said,

“You might want to hold onto that proposal until after you hear me sing. Anyway, this is one of my favorite songs.” With that, he picked up his guitar and started picking out a simple, but recognizable melody. Kensi saw his lips part for a second as he pulled in a shallow breath.

“I took my love, I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around.”

Kensi’s mouth opened slightly as he sand the first few lines of “Landslide”, and a few people clapped enthusiastically.

“Damn, Deeks can actually sing,” Sam muttered, sounding as stunned as Kensi. His voice was surprisingly strong and smooth, nothing like the horrible sounds he’d made when he first told her about “Touching Wood.”

“Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm gettin' older, too”

Kensi listened to him sing the chorus before she remembered that she was supposed to be waiting tables.

Maybe it wasn’t the genre typically heard at the “Twisted Heart”, but Deeks’ audience didn’t seem to mind. He received a loud round of applause when he finished. Seeming more at ease, Deeks grinned and nodded his head in thanks.

He spent a couple minutes chatting with the patrons and then played the intro to “I don’t Want to Miss a Thing”. Any sign of his early nervousness was gone and seemed to be truly enjoying himself.

“Did you know he could sing this well?” Callen asked, when Kensi stopped at the bar to reload her tray.

“I had no idea,” she answered honestly. Kensi might have been annoyed or hurt that Deeks had kept this from her, if she wasn’t so impressed.

Deeks kept the crowd happy with a wide range of songs, from his own version of heavy metal, to achingly sweet love songs.

Several hours later, the club was starting to empty out. Deeks’ hair was clinging to the sides of his head, dampened by sweat and there were circles of moisture darkening the fabric beneath his armpits, but he seemed in high spirits. He leaned down over the mic, locking eyes briefly with Kensi before he moved on. “For my last song, I’d like to dedicate this song to my girl, Fern. I know she’s out there somewhere listening,” he said, with a hint of smirk playing at his lip.

Kensi rolled her eyes; of course he’d find a way to work that stupid name in again. Still, she was curious to hear what song he’d apparently chosen for her.

“What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind?

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright.”

A rush of heat warmed Kensi’s cheeks and she made sure not to make eye contact with Sam or Callen. She knew Deeks was jut messing with her but the lyrics combined with his voice were slightly overwhelming.

***

“Well, that was certainly eye-opening,” Callen said later that night as they walked back out of the mission. If was after 1 in the morning, but Hetty had insisted that they complete their reports for the day. “And admittedly, impressive.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you had it in you, but you did good,” Sam agreed.

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” Deeks said dryly.

“What I’m more interested in, is why you didn’t tell us you could actually sing,” Kensi said, crossing her arms and he shrugged.

“It’s been a while since I performed to that big of an audience.”

“Which implies that you perform for smaller audiences,” Callen pointed out.

“Monty likes it when I sing,” Deeks replied with a small grin and Sam snorted, shaking his head.

“Ew, you sing love songs to Monty?” Kensi said, wrinkling her nose.

“No! I sing the them for him, not to him. There’s a big difference.”

“Well, I’m beat. You two can keep arguing if you want.” Sam said and then gestured to Callen. “You want a ride home?”

Kensi waited until they were both out the door before she rounded on Deeks and asked,

“Ok, what was that whole “dedicating this song to my girl, Fern” thing about?”

“Why, did you like it?” he asked, leaning in towards her. Her eyes flicked up to where his shirt opened, the top two buttons now undone, and momentarily lingered on the patch of tanned skin.

“Maybe,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “But I think I’d need an encore performance just to be sure.”

“Anytime you want.” As they walked out together, Kensi had a feeling she’d be taking him up on that offer.

***

A/N: Somehow this ended up with much more Densi that I intended. Although, at this point they weren’t together.

Landslide by Stevie Nicks and All of Me by John Legend.

Thanks for the prompt! I hope this is ok, it turned out to be more difficult than I anticipated.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #sam hanna #g callen #pre-densi #deeks singing #no agnst here #ejzah fanfiction

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