#proud Kensi

[densi-mber]

Wrongfully Accused

Deeks stormed into Rosa’s high school, Kensi by his side. He was trying extremely hard not to no one of “those” parents right now, but a call from the Dean of Students informing them Rosa had been suspended for the day had him in fight mode.

“Remember, we want to stay calm, professional, and open-minded,” Kensi reminded him. Deeks sent her a look over his shoulder and muttered,

“You’re the one who asked if I could send a threatening letter on my office stationary.”

“I was joking,” she hissed back as they were buzzed into the main office. They stepped up to the front desk, where a woman with short curly hair was on the phone. When she hung up, Deeks pulled on his best customer service smile.

“Hi, I’m Marty Deeks.”

“And I’m Kensi Blye,” Kensi added.

“We’re Rosa Reyes’ parents.”

“Oh yes,” the secretary said, offering them each a stick on visitor badge. “She’s just down the hall. You can go see her, but please wait until the Dean is available to speak with you.”

“Can you tell us what happened?” Kensi asked.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Mr. Ruddell.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

Taking that as a dismissal, they headed in the direction the secretary indicated. They found Rosa sitting outside an office a couple rooms down a long hallway. Her was bowed over her raised knees, her defeated posture increasing Deeks’ concern.

“Rosa,” he called out softly, and she looked up, relief followed by embarrassment flashing across her face.

“Kensi, Deeks,” she said, standing, and accepting a hug from each of them.

“Are you ok?” Kensi asked, cupping Rosa’s cheeks as Deeks looked for visual signs of injury.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She nodded shortly.

“What happened?”

As soon as Deeks asked the question, Rosa glanced down, her reluctance to speak palpable.

“It’s ok. Whatever happened, we’ll figure it out together,” Deeks assured her.

“Mrs. Kelly kicked me out of class,” Rosa finally revealed.

“What? Why?” Deeks asked in surprise. He. Knew Rosa wasn’t perfect, and he’d never held her to that expectation, but he couldn’t imagine her causing any problems worthy of expulsion.

“She said my phone was ringing, but it was not. I always put it on mute or in my locker before a class,” Rosa explained, a bit of fire entering her voice which made Deeks oddly proud.

“Did you tell her that?” Kensi asked.

“Yes. She didn’t believe me though and by the time I got my phone out, the ringing stopped. She told me to gather my things and come down here.”

“Over one phone call?”

Rosa shrugged. “She really doesn’t like students being on their phone during class,” she answered.

“Where’s your phone now?” Deeks asked, falling into lawyer mode.

“Um, she confiscated it before I left the room.”

“I see.”

“What does that mean?” Rosa asked with a hint of nervousness returning. “I promise I didn’t do it.”

“We believe you,” Kensi said, squeezing Rosa’s shoulder. “Deeks is just mentally crafting his defense on your behalf.”

“My defense? I don’t think that’s really necessary.”

“Oh yes it is,” Kensi and Deeks said together. They shared a look.

“You’re not taking the blame for something you didn’t do,” Deeks told Rosa firmly.

“Thank you,” she whispered, offering him a grateful smile.

“That’s kind of our job.”

“Plus, Deeks loves a good reason to argue,” Kensi added.

“Ok, but please try not to scare Mr. Ruddell too badly,” Rosa requested.

“No promises,” Deeks said.

***

A/N: Once again, drawn from a real-life scenario. One time when I was getting ready to take an exam in undergrad, someone’s phone went off. The professor walked up to me and said my phone was ringing. I insisted it wasn’t and started to get my phone out to show him it was off, but whoever did have the ringing phone silenced it before I could. While I didn’t get kicked out, the professor gave me this knowing, judgy look.

[ejzah]

A/N: Sam gets some special artwork.

***

Deeks, pursing his lips: I think it looks like a cat riding a horse while wearing a purple hat.

Kensi, examining picture in front of them: Baby, I think you might need glasses.

Deeks: No, see that big blob on the top?

Kensi, squinting: I guess. I thought it was supposed to be a cloud.

Sam, irritated: It was painted by a three year old. It’s probably a portrait of the family.

Callen, snorting: Now who needs glasses? I think it’s an abstract painting of a bowl of fruit.

They all tilt their heads and squint.

Deeks, dryly: Only if there’s black bananas.

Callen: Either way, Sam, you’re now the proud owner of a Sophia Deeks-Blye original.

Sam: Very funny.

Kensi: Oh, he’s right. Sophia made this painting specifically for you. She said you would love it.

Sam, a little guiltily: She really said that?

Kensi: Mm-hmm. She said you always like her artwork so much, she was going to make you your very own.

Sam, sighing: I guess I need to buy a frame.

Deeks, leaning towards him: Better get two. Caleb’s working on his own creation.

[wonderlanddreamer]

Questions For Writers

Thanks for the tag @brummiereader 🤍

What's one story you've written, you're the most proud of?

If we're talking multi-chapter fics, then it just has to be Behind Enemy Lines. I adore the premise behind this story and the relationship with John & Flo. It's been such a fun story to create and build on, and it's evolving in my head constantly. As far as oneshots go, my favourite is Daddy Dearest from The Lydia Saga.

What's one story you wished you had expanded on, or spent more time writing?

I keep on telling myself I'm going to do a complete rewrite of Our Little Secret. As much as I love the premise behind it, I just feel like I could have written it better. Especially now that I've put so much thought into Bonnie and Lydia's relationship. It's not that I don't like it, it just has so much more potential.

What's your favourite trope of all time?

I'm a sucker for 'Enemies to Lovers' (you can thank John and Flo for that one), but there's so many that I love. Grumpy x Sunshine is another one I absolutely adore.

If you could be the main character in one of your stories, what one would it be?

Ohhhhh now this is hard, because my immediate reaction is to choose Flo/Kensie because of John/Sean (Joe Cole supremacy). BUT, my darling Lydia. This is too hard of a question, I'm not sure I can actually choose...

Do you think you'll ever stop writing for the fandom you're currently most active in?

No, absolutely not.

While I'm finding it fun to branch out and dip my toes into new fandoms, my heart will always stay with Peaky Blinders. This fandom and the characters I've created here are home, they're where it all started and it's how I met my favourite person.

You've been given a book deal. What story are you publishing from your collection?

Behind Enemy Lines. Easy pick.

Top writing tip for others?

Just have fun with it and write for you. Don't feel pressured into writing things you don't want to just because you think it's what other people want.

No pressure tags: @novashelby @evita-shelby @zablife @darklydeliciousdesires @pacifymebby @thatcrazyblonde57 and anyone else who wants to do it. (Apologies if you've already been tagged/done it and I've missed yours. Please tag me/send them to me. I love to read them. 🤍

[stanathanxoox]

The Man of the Hour

Constantly sending the other cute baby vids and photos. - Nate Getz x reader

You took a deep breath, stealing yourself for your first day back at work since the birth of your little girl Iyla Rose Getz. You had been lucky and grateful that Hetty had given you two weeks paternity leave to help your wife and newborn whilst you settled into a routine. Walking into the lobby you smile as you see your teammates. Kensi looks up at you and beams jumping up from her seat and racing around her desk to throw her arms around you

“There he is, the man of the hour. The proud new papa. How is she? How is little Iyla?” she asks as the other members of your team welcome you back into the squad room.

“She’s the sweetest thing. We are so blessed. I don’t even mind the sleepless nights cause she’s just do darn cute” you gush about your daughter and the others smile. A ding from your phone alerts you to a message and you see a video message from your wife waiting for you to view it. Its a video of your wife and little baby snuggled up in her arms, camera on selfie mode as she says 

“We miss you daddy, be safe. We love you” before the camera zooms in on your daughters chubby little cheeks. You beam as the video freezes on the screen and you turn it around to show the others who all coo at the little girl. And you can’t help but beam with pride.

‘I love you too sweetheart, and our little Iyla. See you soon’ you text back before going through your photos of the last week since you had last seen your co-workers.

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5, 10, 15, 20

5. The fic you’re most proud of writing?

Oh goodness. Probably any multi-chapter fic. It's so hard for me to write more than 1 chapter so I'm proud of all of the multi-chapters I've finished.

10. Best/funniest comment you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

Anytime someone comments and says that I wrote them in character will be my favorite comments. Someone left a comment like that on my first Ellick fic and it made me so happy and spurred me to write more.

15. Fandom you wrote the most fanfiction for?

NCIS. I started out writing Tiva fics and then I wrote a ton of Ellick fics (especially considering I started watching NCIS again in 2020 and had a lot of time to write for Ellick)

20. Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?

Kensi Blye. I love NCIS LA and Densi SO MUCH but for some reason she is so hard to write for for me.

Fanfic Ask

[beardedmrbean]

A suburban Kansas City couple was sentenced Tuesday to life in prison for the killing of 32-year-old Kensie Abury, whose dismembered body was discovered buried in a yard in 2021.

Michael J. Hendricks, 42, and Maggie Ybarra, 32, were found guilty of murder and several other felonies, including sexual abuse of a child, at the close of a jury trial in July. Both allegedly lured Aubry to a home under the pretense of a sexual encounter while they conspired to kill her as part of a murder fantasy.

The chilling case was brought to the attention of authorities by a teenage girl in foster care. She reported to police that the pair sexually assaulted her when she visited them.

The young girl also said she was shown photographs of a mutilated woman with a dismembered head and told by Hendricks the approximate location of the body. Detectives with Grandview police opened a case of sexual assault based on the girl’s account and ultimately linked the photographs to Aubry, who by then had been missing for several months.

Aubry, originally from Texas, was reported missing in October 2020. In July 2021, her body was unearthed in Hendricks’ yard, at his sprawling Grain Valley home, which sat on six acres and had a hangar for a helicopter.

The body, which had been divided into white garbage bags, was buried along with zip ties and duct tape near a recently-installed septic tank. Neighbors later told police Hendricks had been using heavy equipment to dig a large hole in the yard.

Search warrants on the property yielded a saw in a tool cabinet in the aircraft hangar. The blade had traces of DNA authorities linked to Aubry.

Hendricks, formerly an owner of a since-disbanded Kansas City information technology company, was married with two children at the time the charges were brought. Authorities determined Hendricks and Ybarra had an extramarital affair.

Detectives also learned of a dark sexual fantasy harbored by Hendricks and Ybarra. Hendricks searched online for “snuff,” a term for a pornographic movie of a murder, and both allegedly later bragged to witnesses about killing Aubry.

Prosecutors said Ybarra had a cellphone app that marked the date of Aubry’s killing alongside other “special moments in her life that she wished to celebrate,” including her anniversary with Hendricks.

In asking for the judge to issue maximum sentences for Ybarra and Hendricks, prosecutors filed a motion Monday saying Aubry was betrayed by Ybarra, once her friend, and choked to death by Hendricks for four minutes in a “terrifying” and “brutal” manner.

Prosecutors also pointed to the emotional pain of the teenager who came forward to police, saying the “haunting images” of Aubry that were shown to her remain fresh in her mind.

In a statement Tuesday, Jackson County Prosecutor Jean Peters Baker said her office spent “countless hours to assure justice in this case of frankly unspeakable human behavior.” She praised the young girl who came forward to police and the work of the Grandview Police Department.

“I am proud of this trial team that brought these defendants to today’s fitting outcome,” Baker said. “I must again point to the bravery of the young victim who led law enforcement to these defendants.”

[typingtess]

She was eight when her Dad took her shooting for the first time.  Her Mom glared at Don as they left the house.  They didn't argue much – and neither raised their voice to the other in their disagreements – but Julia made it clear, she was not happy. 

Don thought Julia was wrong.  He went shooting with an uncle when he was seven and his brother was five.  There were guns in the house and wild animals in the area.  Uncle Mark, one of the first Army Rangers in WWII, thought the boys needed to respect guns because they were not toys.  He also believed they needed to protect the home and each other if a wolf or bear were near the house.  A man of few words, Uncle Mark told Don and Russ that he'd beat them within an inch of their lives if he found them playing around with the guns.  He then taught them how to shoot, clean their weapons and general gun safety.

Don planned to pass that on to his daughter.  They weren't living anywhere where the house would be needed to be protected from wild animals.  Instead, he wanted her to respect whatever weapons were in the house – even though he locked his gun up the minute he walked through the door.   And while they were safe on military bases, he was gone for months at a time.  Julia didn't ever want to fire a weapon.  And Don prayed she never would.  But someone had to know how to protect them when he was away.

Shooting lessons became a first Saturday of the month daddy-daughter bonding time.  He taught her how to shoot, clean her weapon and general gun safety.  Uncle Mark would have been proud.  He also got to hear her talk about school, her friends, Julia as a Mom and Kensi's dreams as an adult.  Maybe some young girls still wanted to be ballerinas or princesses at eight but Kensi wanted to have a job that was "important to the world."  He loved that she was aiming high.  With her shooter's eye, Don knew she was going to do something "important to the world." 

After shooting, they'd go to Denny's or IHOP – Kensi was a breakfast all day girl.  She'd eat a waffles with bananas, strawberries and whipped cream.  He's have some version of a grand slam – pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage.  It was the best part of every Saturday out with Kensi.  And something he looked forward to for the rest of the month.

I love kensi

[tropicoastalart]

"Every tragedy has a lesson in equal significance to its heartbreak."

[densi-mber]

A Gift of Joy

A/N: Yes, I’m being very self-indulgent, as usual, for my birthday.

***

“I scheduled the appointment to bring my SUV in for maintenance next week,” Kensi told Deeks. He glanced up from switching out a mini lightbulb from a strand of lights on the Christmas tree.

“Sweet.”

“Also, my water just broke.”

Deeks stilled, one eyebrow arching up as he processed this piece of information. “Are you having any contractions yet?”

“Yeah, but only one so far and not very strong,” Kensi answered.

“Ok, well, Sheila said we probably wouldn’t need to head to the hospital until you get to five minutes between contractions, right?” Deeks checked, clearly already three steps ahead in his head.

“Yeah. Unless I have any severe pain, get dizzy, or feel like I need to push.” She knew she wasn’t telling Deeks anything new, since he’d taken copious notes during all of their pregnancy classes provided by their midwife, Sheila. It was more to confirm that she wasn’t experiencing any unusual symptoms.

“All right. I’ll, uh, call Sheila so she’s ready when it’s time, and double check we have everything packed.”

Kensi watched him, unbelievably proud of his ability to stay calm. Aside from the first few days after finding out she was pregnant, when they’d both been in a state of shock and overwhelmed, Deeks had attacked the preparation with the same energy and focus he would a case.

“Thanks.” Kensi winced faintly as another contraction rippled through her abdomen and back. Deeks was in front of her, gently clasping her hand in a second.

“You ok, baby?”

“Yeah, that one was just a little stronger,” she explained. “It wasn’t that bad though and about 10 minutes from the last one.”

“Let me know if that changes,” Deeks said. “Do you wanna call Rosa?”

“Yeah, I will as soon as I grab something to eat.” He started to move away, but Kensi stop him with a brief tug of his hand. “Hey, thanks for taking such good care of us.”

“Alway. I love you,” Deeks murmured, kissing her softly. He sank to one knee and pressed his lips to her stomach, his touch so loving and gentle, Kensi felt her throat tighten. Standing up again, Deeks squeezed her hand one more time before rushing off to get things ready.

***

Caleb and Sophia Deeks entered the world 6 minutes apart and just short of four hours after Kensi went into labor. It was a remarkably uncomplicated, if fast, delivery. After checking that Kensi and the babies were all healthy, Sheila had left the family alone to bond.

“This is insane,” Deeks murmured, peering down at Caleb curled up on his bare chest. His hand looked giant against Caleb’s tiny back. For the first time today, he looked, and sounded, a touch overwhelmed. Or maybe awed was a better word.

It gave Kensi so much joy to see him realizing one of his most fervent wishes.

“Hey, come here,” Kensi called softly, not wanting to wake Sophia, who was similarly cradled in her own arms. Both babies had initially cried upon making their grand entrances into the world, then fallen asleep shortly after.

Deeks stood up carefully, keeping Caleb anchored to his chest with one hand. When he reached the side of the hospital bed, Kensi patted the mattress beside her. Deeks slid onto the bed, slipping his free arm around Kensi and Sophia once he was situated.

“I always forget how tiny and completely helpless they are at first. It’s incredible and so, so terrifying,” he said, brushing his finger over Sophia’s round cheek. She sighed in her sleep, shakily stretching one arm to the side before settling again.

“It is, but you’re a natural,” Kensi assured him. “You’ve always been. I mean, just look at how calm he is.” She snuggled closer to him. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Deeks scoffed. “Please. I just had to stand there while you pushed out these two.”

“You did so much more than that. You gave me the strength and courage I needed to get through labor.” Kensi smiled up at him. “Like you always do.”

“Either way, we made some cute kids,” he said with a smitten look. “I can’t wait for Rosa to meet them.”

“Yeah, just like their daddy.” Kensi tugged at one of his curls, and Deeks snorted.

“You’re ridiculous.” He gestured with his chin towards Sophia. “You wanna switch?”

They carefully made the swap, settling in once more. Kensi leaned her head against his, looking down on their two bundles of joy.

***

A/N: Yes, yes, yes, this time around I gave the babies my birthday. Title references my own middle name. And yes, this is incredibly cheesy.

[ejzah]

A/N: Now that Densimber is over, it’s back to your regularly scheduled programming.

***

Blunt Force, Part 7

Deeks didn’t hear from Kensi again for the rest of the day. He considered texting her, but didn’t want to push and didn’t know what he’d say anyway.

Sorry I kissed you. It must be the head injury.

Yeah, it seemed better to give her some space and follow her lead.

It had been a good kiss, brief as it was. Something felt familiar, even natural about it, even though he’d immediately sensed he and Kensi didn’t have a romantic relationship. Either way, she clearly regretted the kiss given how quickly she’d run out there.

Deeks sighed, glancing at the time; it was around seven. He’d dozed on and off for a couple hours, too restless to fall into a deep sleep. Staying in the this exact sounded pretty fantastic. He didn’t feel like moving and his headache had returned, not that it ever went away completely.

An image of Kensi’s worries expression floated through his mind and spurred him to get up and shuffle to the kitchen. Someone had apparently restocked the fridge, since he found a note on the counter informing him there were buckets of soup, frozen meals, fruit, and a variety of snacks. Since nothing sounded particularly good, he settled on heating a small bowl of chicken and rice soup. He ate is slowly, leaving a few spoonfuls behind when the thought of finishing it made his stomach roll uncomfortably.

Normally, he always felt better in a clean environment, but for once he didn’t have the will to pull out the extra bit of energy required to clean and rinse his few dishes. Deeks left the bowl and spoon in the sink, once again moving with all the agility and speed of your typical 95 year old.

With a little searching, he found the bathroom and then bedroom. Two surfboards leaned against the wall closest to the bedroom door and he ran his hands over the surface, appreciating the familiar texture. There were also two dressers, a side table next to the queen sized bed, and a painting of the ocean above that.

He went to the shorter of the two dressers solely because it was closer and pulled out drawers until he found one full of neatly folded shirts. He grabbed a plain gray one, and started to pull off his current one when a collection of pictures on top of the dresser caught his eye.

He dropped the shirt, picking up the first picture frame, which had a photo of him and his mom. He remembered taking it outside his dorm his first year of college.

The sight of it produced mixed feelings; his relationship with his mom had been extremely rocky the last few years. Between them never discussing his dad or the surrounding trauma and Roberta’s inability to accept his choices, they hadn’t spoken much since he graduated. As proud as she was of his achievements, she greatly disapproved of his decision to work with drug lords and crazed killers—her words—and didn’t keep that opinion to herself.

Apparently something had changed in the last seven years, since he’d packed up most of his childhood belongings when he moved the first time. The realization left him conflicted, as so many things did right now. If they’d actually discussed his dad’s abuse and everything that came with it, he had no memory of it and if not, that would still be hanging over their heads.

Curious, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, using the passcode Kensi had provided and went to his contacts, scrolling through until he found one labeled, “Mama”. He smiled a little at that, navigating to his texts and opening the accompanying one for Roberta.

After scrolling a few screens-worth, he found a random conversation from a few weeks ago.

“Martin, I’m making lasagna on Saturday. Come on over, assuming you don’t get shot before then.”

He huffed a laugh, hearing the words in her voice. It looked like that hadn’t changed either and for once, he was glad. Exiting the thread, he saw Kensi’s name at the very top, apparently with the last message he’d sent before being knocked out. He was very tempted to open it, but stopped himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Somehow, it felt like cheating.

Instead, he moved on to the next picture frame, which was slightly smaller than the first and held a more current photo. Him, Kensi, Nell, and a blond man he didn’t recognize crouched together, their grins open and affectionate. It made him smile a little in response.

The final picture was of just him and Kensi. He sat at a desk, Kensi leaning against his back her chin just above his head. He looked slightly off-camera, his smile soft and fond while was clearly mid-laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkled. It made his wonder when they’d both felt comfortable enough be this at ease, let alone in front of whomever took the picture.

Based on her earlier response, he guessed Kensi didn’t know about it. Or at least that he kept a copy in his bedroom. Giving it a final look, Deeks set the picture down in the exact spot he’d found it.

He had the odd sense of invading someone else’s privacy. Which was an absurd thought since these were his pictures in his room.

A sudden wave of vertigo hit him, and he closed his tightly, hand fumbling for the edge of the dresser as he tried not to throw up or fall over. An eternity later, the ground stopped swaying under him and he thought he could move without being sick. His headache was back in full force.

Giving up on the shirt, he stumbled over to his bed, easing onto it with a grown. His stomach gave a feeble protest at the sudden change in direction and his mouth was dry and sour like after a bad bout of a stomach bug.

This sucked. All of it. The concussion. The not knowing. Finding out things about himself piecemeal and trying to fit it all together. Whatever he had with Kensi.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled a pillow over his head, hoping for oblivion.

[typingtess]

Walking to his car, Callen knew it really wasn’t his team. He told Hetty once that he didn’t hire any of them. He didn’t. She did. He wouldn’t have known any of them until Hetty added them to the team.

Prior to being partnered with Sam, he didn’t know a single former SEAL. Sam knows dozens of active Navy SEALs and even more former SEALs. They help out on operations, they provide background on other members of the military and if they don’t know something, they all knew someone who knew the intel they needed. Crafty bunch. Good at networking too. Now Callen knows a boatload of SEALs, no pun intended.

Kensi was in Japan when Hetty wanted to hire her. She passed Kensi's CV to him and wanted his opinion of it. Sam's too. Sam was intrigued, which confused Callen until he remembered Sam spoke Japanese and liked Japan. Callen openly wondered about a military brat joining OSP but Sam said he grew up in a military family. Sam also did not like the term “brat” to describe family members who moved and sacrificed for the armed services. Callen remembered that but didn’t remember much else about hiring Kensi. Of course he didn’t, Hetty did that.

With Renko, who he also didn’t hire, doing more long-term undercover work, Hetty brought in Dom as a probationary agent. There were only very few things Callen regretted in this life but not getting to that roof before Kalil Abramson killed Dom just before a successful rescue might be all of them. He failed Dom, he failed Sam – Sam who never failed Dom in the months he was missing – he failed Kensi, Hetty and the rest of the office. But he truly failed Dom.

After Hetty added the liaison role, Callen called Gibbs – who he would have hired if Callen could have gotten him out of his house with the basement boat. The DC office had a liaison. She, however, was Mossad and not a local LEO. Eric, another person Callen didn’t hire with the rest of the brain trust up in Ops, was perfectly capable of calling LAPD and getting things turned over to NCIS. But no, Hetty hired someone for that and someone who seems to have made more enemies at LAPD than most of the guys who cross their doors in handcuffs. Of course Deeks wasn’t added to be a liaison, he was brought in as Hetty’s latest hire. Somehow Deeks managed to retain his LAPD position which surprised Callen no end.

That said, they all worked well together. And Hetty did that. Callen may have been the team leader – and Callen would argue Sam had more in the way of leadership skills than he ever had - but they were Hetty’s team. And she should have been proud of their work today too.

[chicgeekgirl89]

I have always loved Kensi Blye. But I love her so very much more now that she’s out there correcting people’s Disney mispronunciations.

[tiffanymaxwels]

Densi through the years: Anonymous (2x07)

- Oh, my God! Deeks!  - It's not so funny when someone gets shocked, is it?

[dominicvail]

[debaxchery]

     IT’S THROUGH AMUSED FOREST-GREEN hues that dove watches the exchange between cynthia and asher take place. she’s proud of the younger female, glad that she’s jumping right in and taking charge. that’s what the rock star needs: a strong hand to put him in his place. or hands, plural. the sight of asher’s naked body is nothing new to dove; she’s seen it countless times before. that doesn’t make it any less impressive. toned and fit, he’s chiseled like a statue of some half-forgotten god. and his package ? defiantly adequate. and that’s underselling it. paying little mind to what she might break or damage, the blonde shoves the contents of his coffee table onto the floor, clearing a space for asher to occupy. “ on your stomach, darling, ” she purrs, stepping back and waiting for him to comply.

     KENSINGTON GAZES AT ASHER’S HARDENED length, her tongue darting out to drag across her suddenly dry lips. she doesn’t try to be coy or discrete. no, she openly stares at him, lust filling her bright blue orbs. she hopes he feels objectified. after all, that’s her intention. to make him feel like nothing more than a means to an end. that end ? their pleasure. today, his sole purpose is to get them off. it’s delicious. perching herself on the edge of the sofa, kensi kicks her feet up onto the coffee table, right in front of where asher will soon be spread out. “ while you’re down there, why don’t you give my shoes a little kiss ? ” she suggests, her words sugary sweet and dripping condescension. “ maybe if you do a good enough job, i can find something else for you to kiss. ”

     WATCHING DOVE AND KENSINGTON EASILY take control of the situation only serves to bolster cynthia’s confidence. she rises form the couch, her hand casually reaching out to roughly grasp asher’s achingly hard length. “ awwh, ” she coos, giving his cock a few brief pumps before letting her hand fall away. “ it’s adorable, the way your dick’s straining for attention. but we all know that’s not going to happen, don’t we ? not any time soon. ” the laughter that follows her words is piercing and cruel. the other women join in, too, the room echoing back their wicked amusement. “ alright, then. let’s go. chop, chop, ” she orders, clapping her hands together to accentuate her point. “ on the table, ass in the air. we don’t have all day. ” actually, they do. and will likely spend the entire time messing with him. but that’s neither here nor there.

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Asher’s grin grew just a little bit further when Dove agreed he could praise her, his ex-girlfriend's sheer confidence and arrogance as ever inspiring approval within him. When she introduced her friends, Asher looked at them both and said, “Ladies…” He winked and raked his gaze up and down their figures, making no attempt to hide it as he did so. He continued admiring them even as they walked in, his mind running delightfully wild with fantasies of how he might see them later on and, more importantly, get to worship them. 

Kensington said nothing to him as she moved past, but the way her gaze looked over him told Asher all he needed to know. By contrast, as she reached the couch, Cynthia made a point of teasing him about his towel. Having followed all three women into the living room, Asher grinned and chuckled at the remark. “I thought I’d dress up appropriately for you ladies… easy access and all that,” he replied, winking again at Cynthia that time. When she told him to lose the towel, Asher didn’t hesitate. With a flick of his hand, he undid the knot, and the towel fell, revealing his naked body to them. His cock rapidly grew hard, spurred by Asher’s attraction to the women and his burning desires for what they’d do together. 

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[oneforthemunny]

An emotional thought, but what about Nepo Baby and Eddie accidentally missing an important event. Usually they’re on top of it, making sure they get to everything they can for the girls. But today was falling apart, from Seph ripping her jeans, Kensie getting in a fight with Sienna, Sicily accidentally running out of gas on the side of the road and Vega coloring on her walls, Eddie and Nepo are on their last straw. When they sit down to eat, Seph comes in and asks why they’re at dinner and they’re confused. With her chronic older sister syndrome, she tells them they forgot about Zarah’s science fair.

They run as fast as they can to the school, but a teacher cleaning up says she did excellent and she won first place. The teacher has to also has to give her the printed photos of her acceptance and, sadly, gives her the parent-student copy that has her with her best friend and their parents in it. The teacher says she was very nonchalant and said it’s okay and that her sisters probably had something, that it’s not a surprise and is getting dinner with their family.

They go to the car, feeling so bad that the one time Zarah wanted them there, they weren’t. Not only did she win and they didn’t get to see or support her, she said she wasn’t surprised. It’s hurts even more knowing that she didn’t mean it maliciously, she is just so easy going.

Zarah gets home and they’re immediately apologizing, but she’s so understanding, saying it’s okay. As much as the other girls lashing outs drive them crazy, this is one time they wish Zarah would just scream in their face. They make sure to take her on a special trip with just her, doing whatever she’d like to do and also have her redo her award winning project for the family.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

fine. you started this non, but I'm going to make it worse. hope you guys like SOBBING!

so it wasn't a science fair, it's a recital. a musical, talent show type recital. she'd been practicing with eddie for weeks, he'd been showing her how to play the guitar, then she'd go practice in private. she wanted the song she performed to be a secret, a surprise.

you had it marked on your calendar for weeks. made sure your assistant knew, your parents, everyone. you were so proud of zarah and so excited.

then came the week from hell.

your assistant got the flu. you and eddie had to balance swapping off the kids, and it was a fucking nightmare.

sienna and kensie decided this would be the week that they went to war with each other about a fucking pair of shoes, and who was the rightful owner.

persephone was in nyc for business for her new brand, sicily ran out of gas on the side of the road and got hounded by paparazzi. you told kensie to drop zarah off, kissing her head and telling her you'd see her later, looking over the fact that she was dressed up and bouncing on her toes. it slipped your mind today was the recital.

eddie didn't come back with sicily until hours later, on edge and fuming. the paps, the tow truck, the type that he told sicily to fucking get gas before she left. you weren't much better. you'd had to break up the fight between kensington and sienna, taking the shoes and throwing them in the trash. while you were dealing with that, vega decided that she needed to unleash her artistic talents on the world... in the form of scribbling all over the walls.

you were near tears, beyond frustrated, tension so high by the time eddie got home. vega wailing loudly in the corner, sicily stomping up stairs, and eddie already reaching for another cigarette at the piercing sound of vega's loud, exaggerated cries.

the phone rang, shrill and cutting through the house. you huffed, halting your scrubbing to glare at eddie. "can you get that?" you grit, glaring at him.

he huffed, looking at the phone on the receiver. "it's your mother." he snapped with an eye roll.

you scrubbed the wall again with the magic eraser sponge, sure your manicure was ruined- you could add that to the list of things you would need to get done. "just ignore it. I'll call her later."

then it rang again. this time, she left a message.

"button, where are you at?" her hushed, nasally tone cut through the machine, background music loud even over the phone. "zarah is about to go on. daddy is with her back stage but she's asking for eddie. please tell me you're almost here. honestly, this is so mortifying."

you gasped, the sound tearing from your lungs. "oh my god." you held your hands over your mouth, heart plummeting while you looked at eddie.

"shit, shit, shit. let's go! now! everybody! down here right now! let's go!" eddie boomed up the stairs, snatching his keys then scrambling to scoop vega up from the chair in the corner. she fought against him, still upset at being put into the dreaded corner, but he ignored her, putting her in her carseat as quickly as he could.

you wrangled the other girls out to the car. "we forgot zarah's recital." you snapped when kensie started to whine about not being dressed. "get in the car now."

they filed in, all equally as quiet- guilty. the car was silent, except for the occasional barking yell from eddie to other cars and vega's whiney sniffles.

you tore into the school like a bat out of hell, eddie's tires screeching when he pulled up to the front of the school, turning on his hazards, before you all bounded up the stairs towards the school's auditorium.

you heard applause as you opened the door, hopeful that zarah was about to go on, that you made it- until you saw your daughter, bowing with the guitar that was all too big for her, scanning the crowd- for you.

your dad stood off the side of the stage, and you could see him hug her in the wings. your heart shattered, a gut punch sickening feeling. he had never been there for anything of yours, late to your graduation, your wedding. yet, they were here when you weren't for your baby- when you forgot. the one thing on earth you swore you'd never do.

eddie looked at you hesitantly, seeing the wobble in your lip before you could even register it. vega was still fussing in kensie's arms, sicily and sienna uncomfortable with the tension.

"take your sister out to the car, alright? just park it and we'll be right there, kens." eddie muttered, pulling you gently down the hall towards backstage.

you pushed yourself through the makeshift dressing room until you saw your father and zarah. "zarah, baby," you called, pushing through the crowds to get to her.

your father's eyes cut to you, cold and unimpressed, but that was nothing compared to the sorrowful, rounded brown eyes of your eleven year old shining at you in defeat. you were sure you were going to be sick now.

"zarah, I am so sorry. we tried to get here and-and it-"

"it's alright." zarah nodded gently, sweetly, like she wanted to comfort you. your heart tore.

"no, it's not. it's not alright, and I am so sorry, baby." you sucked in a deep breath to keep yourself from crying. "did mom record it?" you asked, looking up at your father hopefully.

"no," he seethed coldly, stern and stone glare like he couldn't believe you'd done this, hypocritical at best, but it didn't make you feel any worse. "she though you both would be here."

eddie's fist balled, turning away to compose himself. he hated victor, wanted to scream at him that he had no fucking room to talk, break his jaw for making you feel bad. he was angry, angry at himself for missing this. they'd practiced for weeks, talked about it for weeks. she'd been so excited to surprise the two of you and now... you missed it.

"but-but the school records it, right?" you asked hopefully. "ed, go see if you can ask one of the teacher's if we could get a copy, please. we'll watch it all together, and-and you can perform it for all of us, and-"

"it's ok." zarah mumbled sadly. "there's another one in a few weeks and...maybe you could be at that one and see me?"

you felt your face crumble at the question, the final straw after this entire shit show of a day. your sweet baby, zarah, was already so quiet so calm, shadowed by the loud personalities of her sisters. you and eddie held a fair amount of fear that she would feel overlooked, that any of your girls would feel like you didn't have time for them- like your parents made you feel. you'd been so tedious about making sure you attended everything, spent time with them, equally. all that work was gone now, blown up in your face after one bad day.

eddie placed a hand on your shoulder, soothing and calming, while he crouched in front of zarah. "zar, we'll be there, baby. I'll camp out int he auditorium the night before to get front row seats for you." his chest loosened a little at her lips pulling in the corners, the faintest smile. "we're sorry, zarah. we didn't mean to miss it."

"I know." zarah nodded calmly, understandingly. somehow this wss worse.

you'd kill for her to screech and cry like kensie or vega, to call you the worst mother like sephy, or be furious enough to give the silent treatment like the twins. this was worse somehow, made you feel guiltier and guiltier.

you hugged her close to your chest, muttering apologies into her soft hair, more of a comfort to yourself than anyone else.

your parents glared at you, judging glares at the dinner, while they raved about how great zarah was- how they were there to see it.

eddie watched how you shrunk down, so consumed by guilt, by your own shortcomings and trauma. the girls saw it too, guilty that they'd caused it, that they took away from their sister with their own stupid things. zarah's sad little eyes, even though she tried to brush it off. like she was used to it.

it made eddie's stomach churn.

"excuse me," eddie grumbled, pushing back from the table. "I'll be right back."

you didn't acknowledge it, listening to the praises your parents poured out to zarah, trying not to flinch at every hurled backhanded insult towards you.

eddie stood outside, phone pressed to his ear, finsihing a cigarette. "you name your price, I'll pay it alright." he said easily into the phone. "I don't care. whatever they want. I'll call my manager as soon as I get off with you and I'll have it sent, cashed, a check, whatever."

he came back, seeing your parents still chatting and bragging. "oh, we should take you out for something special, zar. a real treat. you deserve it." the sneer on your mother's face made you feel sick.

"actually. I have a surprise for us." eddie snapped. "if you're up for it, zar."

she nodded softly, eddie's dimpled grin spreading over his cheeks. "great. let's go." he grabbed vega out of her highchair.

"where are we going, ed?" you whispered, eyes cutting to the girls behind you.

"I got it handled." eddie nodded.

"what? got what handled-"

"I've got it handled." eddie nodded, pulling the door open to let the girls file in.

"edward," your mother chirped. "what on earth are you doing?"

"tana, victor, I can't thank you enough for everything today. it means so much. the girls are lucky to have you." eddie said smoothly. "I mean, I'm sure you know how busy things can get as parents. how hard it is to keep up with everything all the time."

tana scoffed. your eyes narrowed. "I hardly think-"

"mom, you didn't even show up to my graduation." you snapped, in a low voice that made her eyes bulge. "and while I do appreciate you being here for zarah, you have no room to judge anyone."

tana blubbered while victor gave you a disapproving look. eddie smirked at you lightly, shutting the car door. "thanks again!" he waved, tearing out of the parking lot.

you were shocked when eddie pulled back into the school, turning to look at your girls. "did you forget something?" you mumbled to him.

"nope." eddie said cooly. "get your stuff. sicily help zarah get her guitar."

"dad, what are we doing?" kensie asked, brows furrowed in confusion at eddie.

the headmaster opened the door, waving at eddie politely. "baby, can you get the girls?" eddie turned to you. "'m gonna help zar tune up."

your face flashed in confusion before softening. "eddie, are you serious?" you muttered. "how did you-"

"martin's got it." eddie nodded cooly. "they don't mind. I promise, but they were nice enough to come back, so ya know. don't take forever." he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"c'mon, zar-zar," eddie held the small guitar case, hand extending for her to take, walking up the stairs.

you weren't sure how eddie managed to do this. how he got the number of the headmaster and convinced him to let you back into the school, set up again so you could see the show. you assumed the addition built on to the library months later was probably a result of it, but it didn't matter.

spotlight on, sound and lighting, and even the headmaster introducing zarah like before- as if she wasn't the only one there.

you sat on the third row, wanting to see her as best you could.

"next, we have zarah munson performing 'slipping through my fingers' a rendition done on the acoustic guitar." the headmaster bowed out, and you all clapped loudly from your seats when she walked across the stage.

she blushed, giving that sweet, shy smile you always cooed at when she sat at her bench. the piano started and she started strumming the guitar, the harmony to the song.

you felt the tears fall, too overwhelmed to wipe them. zarah chose to sing abba's slipping through my fingers, a good song, yes; but it was the song you always sang to her. when she was a baby, a toddler, when she had nightmares, or just when you felt like humming it. especially after her mama mia! obsession, you switched from abba to meryl streep's version, but it was your song for zarah.

she bowed, and the clapping and screaming from the seven of you in the theater rivaled the full audience from before. loud and cheering, whooping while zarah beamed, a warm light coming back to her.

you still felt horrible, guilty, even after the entire thing. the next recital, eddie was true to his fucking word. he was there at eight am. dropped the girls off and sat front row with the crew while they set up.