#don flack x reader platonic

[sunny-mercya]

Masterlist 4

Series;

Casino Blues

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader | Platonic! Danny Ocean x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

Status; Ongoing

Summary : After making a deal with devil, to free you from its shackles, Rusty agrees only half heartedly to Danny Ocean's idea of Grand Heist. Till Danny told Rusty a valid reason, you—you're his everything. And so the heist begins.

01. First Heist

02. Royal Flush

02.2. All or Nothing

03. Past Debts

04. Lucky Strikes

One Shots;

Derry Girls

James Maguire

Sandcastles | Male Reader

Cold Coffee | Male Reader

Crime Series Section

Hawaii Five-0

Steve McGarrett

Rough Days | Male Reader

Vows of Love | Male Reader

Coffee with Butter | Male Reader

Climate Adjustment | Male Reader

NCIS

Tony DiNozzo

Expresso Shots | Male Reader

CSI New York

Don Flack

Mac Taylor

Cold Case

Scotty Valens

Kingdom of Heaven

King Baldwin

Time Princess

Pokémon

Black Clover

Nozel Silva

Felicem Natalem Diem | Male Reader

[majwrites]

Profiling friends (Part 1)

Malcolm Bright x platonic!reader

Don Flack x platonic!reader

Description: The reader is a young profiler for the NYPD and works with Don Flack and the Crime Lab most of the time. On a case they meet Malcolm Bright.

A/N:this is my first reader insert fanfiction, I hope you enjoy it. This contains incredibly unrealistic descriptions of profiling and law enforcement. And my grammar is really bad.

You felt like something was off the very moment Flack and you got out of the car. Something about this crime scene was odd. Well, more odd than other crime scenes, but not because of the murder.

"Flack, there's a guy sniffing the victim already", you weren't sure why there were people present who you didn't know, this was your part of town. Only after looking at who appeared to be another consultant you noticed that Hawkes was already there too.

"Seems like we're sharing this case", said Flack before spotting an older looking Lieutenant he seemed to recognize. Then he looked back at you:"Go ahead and sniff the corpse, kid. But listen to what Sheldon tells you". "Sure thing, boss", with that you made your way over to where the victim was located.

You didn't let yourself be bothered by the unknown guy, and sat down on the floor in front of the victim starting to analyse the scene. "She's been most likely poisoned", said Hawkes after he felt like you were ready with looking at the corpse, "what do you think?"

The way she's placed on the ground all dressed up and killed with a poison that I can't smell I say that killer is definitely a bit extra. He wants his victims to look perfect even after they died...she probably didn't even know that she was about to be killed, it was totally unexpected for her and then she just died out here where everyone could see".

You saw the unknown guy who sniffed the victim before you even got your chance to do so approaching. He definitely looked fancier than you. He was wearing a suit and you had given up on the formal outfits after two days on the job. Flack didn't care and you felt uncomfortable all dressed up so you stuck to your favourite clothes you used to wear in college. But you weren't about to let him intimidate you. "Hello, my name's Malcolm Bright. I'm a consultant for the NYPD". "Same", you replied, "You know, your eyes remind me of Tobey Maguire". By that point Flack and the older lieutenant had approached too. "Don't worry about them", said Flack, "(Y/N)'s way of thinking is a bit different and their conversation skills reflect that". He really occasionally acted like a parent. The lieutenant, you'd learned by now that his name was Gil, looked at Flack in an understanding way. Then he looked like he got an idea.

"I think we should not fight about who gets this case and instead work together. Bright and (L/N) can work on a more detailed profile together". While you really listened carefully to Gils idea you got distracted by something. You trailed away from the victim over to a nearby dumpster. You spotted a pair of flat shoes, they still looked very pretty with glitter and all that stuff. You called over Lindsay who by now had also arrived at the scene so she could take some photos of the dumpster and then put the shoes in an evidence bag.

You both presented them to the rest of the team. "It seems like the shoes belong to our victim", concluded Malcolm. "She's in high heels here...",he began. "So she took flat shoes in case she wanted to go dancing later",you finished his sentence. "Exactly", he confirmed.

Once everything was done at the scene you found yourself sitting in the car with Flack again. "Where are we going?", you knew the way to Flacks office building and this wasn't it. "As we said, this is gonna be a shared case, so I'm gonna drop you off with Gil and Malcolm. You can help him with the profile". "But that's a different office, I want to use the board in our office and I don't even know if they have neon post-its and red markers", you didn't really enjoy changes in the routine. "Don't worry, (Y/N), you can call me whenever you want. And I have something for you to make this change a bit more bearable", he pulled a package of (favourite candy) out of his suit pocket and threw it to you. You caught it right in front of your face.

So Flack dropped you off at Gils office and properly introduced you to the other detectives, Dani and JT. Like the well raised profiler you were you offered them some of your candy before Flack said his goodbyes and left to discuss the case with Lindsay and the others at the Crime Lab. You and Malcom were left alone to profile in peace. You focused on that and gladly used the board and red markers they had. Malcolm apologized for the post-its (they only had basic yellow) and threw in his ideas. In the end you came up with a pretty decent profile.

"It'll be a few minutes until everyone gets here and we can present our profile", said Malcolm, "why don't you tell me how'd you get this job?" "I feel like you know that already", you answered, "because I know your backstory, it's not that hard". "Your face was all over the news, but how you ended up at the NYPD is beyond me. (Y/N), you have a criminal record", Malcolm wondered. "You know that I exposed that political scandal", you started, "profiled the guy, got my hands on some info, had my best friend hack the NSA server. Since that guy deserved to be exposed and to my own luck Flack was the one to arrest me I was given a choice. It was either being stuck in a state prison for a few years or being stuck in a contract with the NYPD. And unfortunately I hate to be bored so this was the better option". "What happened to your friend", asked Malcolm. "They got hired by the NSA, but got passed on to Homeland. They work there now". "How do you know about my backstory then? You most likely weren't even born yet in 1998", Malcolm sounded slightly confused. "My main task is to look into cold cases, but to solve those you need some reference. So I was given access to a bunch of solved cases, including the surgeon case. Wasn't hard to make that connection".

The moment you were finished with your explanations Flack, Lindsay and Gils team entered the room. They all looked at Malcolm and you with an expecting expression. Flack started talking first: "We'd like to hear the profile". And before you could open your mouth to speak he added: "And (Y/N), please try to explain it to me without pop culture references, stories about your grandparents or high school yearbook quotes this time". "Alright", you started, "The murderer seems to be a person who's slightly older than the victim. They knew her well cause they got close and the victim got most likely dressed up for them"

[falloutmelody]

updated rules and fandoms!!

hello hello, it’s been a while. i kinda wanna get back into writing more serious pieces, so i figured it was time to re-open my requests and post my updated fandoms and rules to see if anyone wants anything!! below you will find my new rules and my fandoms, alongside the characters i will write for!! please take a look if you want something and let me know!!

MY REQUEST RULES:

-i tend to only write one off pieces, but if i feel like a piece has potential, or tons of people seem to be really into a concept, then i am open to writing multiple parts!

-i tend to try and write my pieces from a gender-neutral stance. however, if you would like a specific gender of reader, please don’t hesitate to let me know and i shall specify that in the little summary at the start of the piece!

-all my pieces are x reader!! i don’t tend to use named ocs for my pieces, as i want my pieces to be accessible to everyone!!

-idk if smut pieces are even allowed on here anymore? but if they are, i can have a go, they just might be kinda bad bc it’s not something i have a ton of experience writing?

-i accept aus, sentence prompts, vague ideas, whatever you have. just remember that the more specific you are in your request, the better job i’ll do with bringing your vision to life!!

-for the characters below, assume i’ll write platonic (friendship), familial or romantic pieces for all of them, unless specified otherwise!! i am also open to having the reader be related to another character (e.g. an oc that’s one character’s sister and is romantically paired with another one!)!

-the only things i won’t write is stuff that is incredibly triggering, illegal age gaps and stuff that is obviously distasteful. anything that i think may be mildly triggering in a piece will be tagged at the start of the post!

-please be patient with requests!! my motivation to write does tend to go up and down, depending on my mood!! if it’s been like a month and i’ve not written your request, please don’t hesitate to send in a message checking up on me!!

MY FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

CRIMINAL MINDS -david rossi [please send requests in for him, i love this man so much??] -spencer reid -aaron hotchner -derek morgan -jennifer ‘jj’ jareau -penelope garcia -emily prentiss -elle greenaway -alex blake -kate callahan -luke alvez -tara lewis -matt simmons

there’s some other more minor characters i’m willing to write for like will, so feel free to ask if there’s a specific character you want that’s not on this list! just please note i won’t write for gideon, strauss or any unsubs!!

CSI: NY -mac taylor -danny messer -adam ross -lindsay monroe -don flack -stella bonasera -sheldon hawkes -sid hammerback (will only write platonic/familial pieces for him)

will write for jo when i rewatch her seasons!!

CSI: MIAMI -horatio caine -tim speedle -eric delko -ryan wolfe -calleigh duquesne -alexx woods -yelina salas

might write for other characters when i get to their seasons on my rewatch!

DOCTOR WHO -the thirteenth doctor -graham o’brien (will only write platonic/familial pieces for him!) -ryan sinclair -yaz khan -dan lewis -the tenth doctor -the eleventh doctor -the twelfth doctor -the ninth doctor -rose tyler -martha jones -donna noble -amy pond -rory williams -clara oswald -nardole -bill potts -kate stewart -petronella osgood -river song

only tend to rewatch jodie’s seasons atm so i will be better at writing those characters!!

and that’s all for now!! if you would like to request something, please send me a message, including the following pieces of information: -the fandom -the character -your prompt -any other information that you’d like me to know! (i.e. if you want the reader to be a particular gender, if you want the reader to be related to a specific character, etc!!)

thank you for reading!! stay safe, and i look forward to writing some stuff for you!! <3

[if you have any questions about your request and whether or not i’ll write something for you, please don’t hesitate to message me and ask!!]

[majflodder]

I posted 16 times in 2021

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#dean winchester - 5 posts

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#supernatural x reader - 4 posts

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Roadhouse Blues Part 2 (Romance)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Ash and (Y/N) we're sitting on the pool table. It looked like they were doing research when the Winchesters reappeared. Dean went to get a beer, Sam didn't want alcohol this early in the day so he went over to the pool table. "What are you guys researching?", Sam tried to catch a glimpse at the page that (Y/N) was reading, but they hid it away. The journal they were reading looked old and like it had suffered water damage more than once. (Y/N)'s name was written all over the cover. Another name was signed on the back cover but it wasn't identifiable. Dean made his way over to the pool table too. He wasn't as subtle as Sam about his interest in that case: "What's that book?". (Y/N) hid the book behind their back: "It's nothing that would concern both of you, it's just for something that I'm working on". "Why is Ash allowed to know", Dean sounded slightly jealous for some reason. "It's because (Y/N) and I are working on this together", Ash didn't look up from his laptop. Dean looked around and noticed the beaded bracelet that (Y/N) seemed to wear at all times: "What does the K stand for?". "Nothing I want to talk about", (Y/N) started playing with the bracelet. "Why don't you trust us", Dean sounded a bit offended, but he might've just been curious about what this case was. "Just because my girls trust you doesn't mean that I automatically do the same", (Y/N) paused for a second, "for some reason I like both of you though, so maybe someday I'll tell you". "Sounds good", in reality Dean was even more excited about this.

Sam and Dean went back to their own research. (Y/N) got up from their spot to select another song on the jukebox and take a short break.

The Winchesters stayed at the Roadhouse one more night. The next day when they left they were greeted by (Y/N) sitting on a bench outside: "Are you guys hitting the road?" "We are, it was nice to meet you", Sam made his way over to the Impala. "I hope I'll see you around again", (Y/N) directed this at both of the brothers. While Sam already sat down in the car, Dean kept lingering around at the bench: "Will you stay here for longer, (Y/N)?" "I will, I still need to figure some things out for my hunt", and they liked staying with the Roadhouse crew. Dean turned to leave, but (Y/N) stopped him: "Wait a second". Dean stopped and looked at them. "Take this with you", (Y/N) handed Dean a cassette tape. He took a closer look at the tape: "Rock of the 90s? This explains your favourite song back there, but why do you want me to have it?". "You look like you never listened to anything from after 1975, this will show you the greatest music ever made", they sounded a little bit proud. "Thank you", and with that he left.

13 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 20:53:29 GMT

#4

Beauty Standards

Don Flack x Reader (Romance)

Summary: Reader gets insecure about their looks and contemplates ending their engagement with Flack.

A/N:This one was requested by @sirishavenigalla. I'm not that experienced with writing romance, so I hope it turned out alright.

Warnings: Reader struggles with their self image, fighting in a relationship, some angst

Something about Don Flack seemed off today. Danny had noticed that his friend wasn't the attentive, focused detective he usually would be. After Flack had snapped at Mac Taylor, didn't eat anything for lunch and left all paperwork unfinished in a messy pile, Danny decided he had to confront his friend about this: "Don, we need to talk". "Why, what is it", right now Flack sounded only sad and tired. "Something is going on with you. It's not only that you are not focused on the case, you're wearing a Stone Temple Pilots shirt to work. It's nothing you'd normally do and I know that this shirt is not yours but (Y/N)s", Danny wasn't only worried about Flack, but also about (Y/N). It was well known that Don Flack and (Y/N) (L/N) had a tendency to make really emotion based decisions. Flack waited for a bit before he started talking: "(Y/N) left me behind". "What do you mean?", Danny was confused, it had always seemed like (Y/N) and Don had a picture perfect relationship. They had met at a concert. Sam had dragged him there and he hadn't really been in the mood for a concert but that had changed once he saw (Y/N) in the crowd. Three years had passed and they had recently gotten engaged. Why should all of this be over now?

Now the answer to this question wasn't an easy one. We live in a society where people get judged by others and feel pressure to meet beauty standards that are often impossible to achieve. (Y/N) was usually aware of the fact that everything they saw in magazines was usually photoshopped to a point where it wouldn't even be possible to fit all important organs into the model, but ever since one of their family members had asked them if they put on more weight, (Y/N) started to feel more and more insecure about their weight. They had suffered with body image issues a lot when they were younger and now they feared that they weren't good enough for Flack. They loved him so much and right now (Y/N) was so convinced that they couldn't make him happy that they made a rushed decision. (Y/N) left the shiny engagement ring on the kitchen table and added a note.

Donnie, I'm very sorry to do this, but I need space to think about something. I'm only doing this for you.

-(Y/N)

And so, (Y/N) left the apartment to spend the day somewhere else.

"Did you try calling them?", all of this seemed very odd to Danny, "you definitely have to talk about this". "They won't pick up the phone and they're very vague in the answers to my texts. I don't know what to do anymore, maybe this is all my fault". "You should go and find them, our case is closed anyway and we have the rest covered", Danny sounded very convincing. "Thanks Danny, I'll go and try to fix this", Flack left the CSI building.

He finally found (Y/N) at a motel, sitting on the chair in front of a mirror. He wanted to go in for a hug immediately but as (Y/N) stood from the chair they pushed him away. "Why did you just leave? I was worried sick about you, is it something I did?", he sounded angry for some reason. "You wouldn't understand it anyways", the last thing (Y/N) wanted was a fight but it just happened. "What do you mean, (Y/N)? Am I not good enough?", even Don Flack gets insecure when it comes to the love of his life. "No, that's the problem, Donnie. You're perfect. You're the best boyfriend anyone could ask for and you deserve so much better than being with me", (Y/N) started crying and they hated it. Flack just stared in confusion as (Y/N) continued: "Just look at me, I'm boring and ugly and as my family never fails to tell me, I've been putting on weight. I don't deserve someone as good as you, in fact I deserve to be alone forever, because no one could ever love me". Flack needed a moment to process everything that (Y/N) had just said. Then he pulled them into a hug and this time they just let it happen. He started to ramble: "(Y/N), please don't think like that. I love you more than anyone else on this planet. Whatever other people say about you doesn't matter. You're perfect to me just the way you are". (Y/N) started crying even harder but Flack just held onto them. He continued: "I love the way you look at me when you get really excited about something, and I love how you sing along to every song and can always tell me what a song is called when I only know three words and the melody. You're the most kind and caring person I know and I love the way you look, you're the most beautiful person to me even when we take a walk at night and the only light comes from a street lamp". "Do you really mean all of this, Donnie?", (Y/N) leaned their head against his shoulder. "Every single word. And what's really impossible for me is to stop loving you, so will you please stay with me?", he looked at them with a pleading expression. "Of course I will. I love you so much. I'm sorry for reacting like this", (Y/N) felt a little embarrassed about it now. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault", Flack fished (Y/N)s engagement ring out of his pocket and slid it back onto their finger.

"Do you want to come back home with me?" "Yeah, let's go", and so they left the motel.

14 notes • Posted 2021-08-10 11:25:16 GMT

#3

Designer Shades Part 1

An Ainsley Whitly x Bateman! Reader Story

Summary: (Y/N) Bateman tries to life a decent life in New York City, which is not easy with the last name of a serial killer. Things get even weirder when they start to fall for Ainsley Whitly. (Reader is the child of Jean and Patrick Bateman. This follows now specific timeline and might at times be very different than what happened in canon)

Warnings for this chapter: Psychiatry/Prison (implied), mention of handcuffs, mention of mental illness, Patrick Bateman

There were few people (Y/N) Bateman hated more than their own father. That didn't stop them from paying him a visit every third Thursday of the month. Today was one of these days. The third Thursday of November to be correct.

(Y/N) was sitting on one end of the table. Patrick was sitting opposite to them. His hands were chained to the table.

"You look so incredibly drained, child. Did you drop your morning routine?", Patrick Bateman didn't really care for the well-being of his child, he cared very much for if they looked presentable though . "That's none of your business, I didn't have a morning routine to begin with and I'm only here for mom's sake. You know that". "You told me countless times , I am aware". "So anything new going on around here? Do they feed you? Keep you from inflicting harm other people? Oh wait no one wants to befriend you anyways", (Y/N) didn't care if they were being rude, their father didn't deserve better. "Did I raise you to be that impolite or is it just your friends having a bad influence on you?" "You didn't raise me at all, it was mom who raised me and she did a pretty decent job", they needed to be clear that their mother, Jean, was a way better person than Patrick Bateman could ever be. "Alright, how is Jean doing these days?", somehow Jean was always worth a bit of Batemans attention. "Same as always. I don't know why, but she still somehow cares for you", the truth was that Jean cared deeply about every person on earth which was part of her problem.

"That's lovely, I always knew Jean wasn't as shallow as all those other people", the look on Patrick's face showed that he felt at least some kind of emotion for Jean. A short pause followed. Patrick Bateman then proceeded to take both of (Y/N)'s hands in his own and asked: "And how have you been holding up?". What (Y/N) wanted to say was: "I'm mentally unstable as always and can't tell anyone why. It's all your fault". What they actually said was:"I' ve been listening to my best of the Pogues album and Bruce Springsteen on your stereo while wearing your Ray-Bans and an exact copy of one of Bryan Ferry's stage outfits". Patrick's face showed a hint of concern. (Y/N) continued: "I took mom out for dinner at Dorsia". Patrick's eyes widened at the mention of the restaurant: "Dorsia's still open?". "Of course it is, it's a pretty run down place though. But I loved it there". "How did you get a reservation?" "Do I look like a person who makes reservations?" "You're telling me you got into Dorsia without a reservation?" "I did, because no one goes there anymore. But mom wanted to go there so it's what we did", (Y/N) considered telling their father that Dorsia was considered 'vintage' these days and that they'd definitely seen some hipster college students there, but he wasn't familiar with the terminology so they dropped it. "Anything else? How's your brother?", at least Patrick Bateman still asked for the whole family. "He's doing great, he's very successful at what he's doing", (Y/N) weren't going to drop the fact that their brother was starring in a musical. "That's very nice", Patrick let go off (Y/N)'s hands and leaned back in his chair. (Y/N) stood up. "I'll have to go now, see you next month", and they left.

14 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 17:00:22 GMT

#2

Roadhouse Blues Part 1 (Romance)

A Dean Winchester x Reader mini series

Summary: A series of events throughout the years, all of them showing different aspects of the relationship between Dean and Reader.

A/N:This whole series happened cause I was watching Supernatural again, this whole story is inspired by the Alice In Chains album 'Facelift' and the title is a the Doors song. Enjoy.

Warnings: romance, alcohol

The Winchesters entered the Roadhouse. There was no one present since it was past closing time. Well, there was one single person present, so it must've also been them who had chosen the song currently playing from the jukebox. Dean and Sam, curious and unaware of personal space as always, sat down directly next to them. The person didn't look up from their glass. Dean started talking: "So this is the music you like, huh?". "You got a problem with it? Cause if you do I don't care", they took another sip. "I was just asking, no need to be rude", Dean raised his hands in defeat. "If you and your brother don't stop bothering me I'll get Ash", now this might've sounded like a threat to anyone else, but the stranger couldn't know that the Winchesters were friends with the Roadhouse crew.

"What are you doing here, all by yourself in the middle of the night", Dean didn't know when to stop, very typical. "Yeah, and how do you know we're brothers", Sam added. "Would both of you please mind your own business and leave me alone. I swear, I'll start screaming". Thankfully it didn't come to that, because Ellen, woken up by all the noise, entered the room. "Sam, Dean, what are you doing here?", she sounded done with all the inconveniences that could occur while managing a Roadhouse. "We're just passing through", Dean gave his best smile. "Alright, do both of you need a room for the night?", she sounded tired too. "That would be nice, thanks Ellen", Sam had always been the more polite one out of the two brothers. "Alright, I'll go get the keys. I see you've met (Y/N) already", she turned towards the person still nursing their drink, "(Y/N), these two are Dean and Sam Winchester. They're John Winchester's sons". (Y/N) nodded their head towards both of them, too exhausted to speak another word. Ellen decided to call it a night too: "Okay then, (Y/N), I'll show the boys to their rooms. Don't forget to clean your glass before you go to bed, and I better don't find you still sitting here when I come back out to open up".

Once they were out of hearing range the brother's curiosity got the better of them so Dean asked the question that had haunted him since they arrived: "So who exactly are they?" "(Y/N) is a hunter, they stay here for the time being. They're basically family too so you better behave around them". That's all the information the brothers would get that night and so they retreated to their room.

16 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 07:37:51 GMT

#1

Chris

Chris LaSalle x platonic Reader

Spoiler Warning: major spoilers for season 6 of NCIS New Orleans

Warnings: grieving, mentions of violence, being drunk, a break up, not eating, sugar rush, nightmares, crying, reader not getting out of bed for several days

Summary: Reader doesn't know how to deal with the death of their father figure LaSalle, this is basically pure angst. Flashbacks are cursive.

"Chris, why am I in an interrogation room?", you were starting to panic. "Don't worry, (Y/N). I just want to talk and here no one is going to interrupt us". You expected a lecture on respect and behavior or something along those lines. Pride had already majorly chewed you out and you knew you shouldn't have lost your temper like this but here you were. "I promise, I'm not mad about what happened at the academy. I'm just worried about you and I don't want them to kick you out", LaSalle always knew how to approach you. He had learned from years of dealing with his brother that he shouldn't upset people in already difficult situations any further. You stayed silent. It was hard to put the things that had happened into words. "Alright, we'll try something different. Did someone at the academy treat you in an unfair way?" You nodded your head. "Did they say something rude?" Another nod. "(Y/N), you'll have to be completely honest with me now, even if it's uncomfortable. Did they physically attack you?" You looked past Chris at the wall and then the words just started spilling out of your mouth: "They beat me up every day and I tried to ignore them and look like I don't care and I thought they'd stop...and I'm just good at dodging punches so I protected my face to not get any visible bruises...but there are three of them and I'm alone and I didn't know who to talk to, and I tried to tell Pride about it but he was pissed at me because he had already gotten the complaint about my absence and it's impossible to properly talk to him when he's mad so I just hid at that gas station til you dragged me back here". You were out of breath and on the verge of completely breaking down. Lasalle grew increasingly angry at the people who did this to you. He tried to contain himself to speak to you in a softer tone: "None of this is your fault, kid. I'm taking care of this, we'll get these guys expelled and I'll make sure you can go back to the academy and finish your training". You calmed down a little bit and tried to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. You looked at LaSalle: "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Thank you". He walked around the interrogation table and held out his hand for you: "Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You need a break". 

You hadn't left your apartment in three days, out of all members of the team you'd been the only one to take your special vacation. You didn't bother to get out of bed and you couldn't care less about the state you were in. You weren't sure if you had really processed the news yet. The days went by in a haze. 

"Hey, kid! Wait a minute!", LaSalle came running after you. You stopped in your tracks. "What is it?" "I have something for you", he was clearly holding something behind his back. "Show me", you demanded. "Close your eyes", he looked at you mischievously. "Chris, I'm not a child", but you did as you were told anyway. "Now hold out your hands for me", you did and LaSalle dropped something into your hands. "You can open your eyes now". You opened your eyes and looked at the thing: "Oh my God is this…", you couldn't even finish your sentence. "It's your very own NCIS badge. From now on you're NCIS agent (Y/N) (L/N)". You looked at the badge in your hands for a moment and then clipped it onto your belt. LaSalle looked at you like a proud father. 

You woke up in cold sweat from a dream that you couldn't quite place in the timeline yet. The moment you realised that you were indeed awake on this day in this time and he wouldn't be there at the office and he never would be anywhere again you broke down again. There were only so many tears someone could cry and you definitely weren't done crying yet so you just curled up into a ball to cry some more. 

"What is it, King?", Chris was on the phone with Pride. "It's about (Y/N), they're drunk and I need you to come here and get them home", Pride sounded concerned. "Did something happen to them?", Chris started to worry. "They won't talk to me and they were already drunk when they got here. Something is clearly wrong". "Alright, please keep an eye on them. I'm on my way", with that LaSalle hung up and started making his way to the bar. When he arrived he saw you sitting there slowly drinking a cup of water which Pride had given you earlier. LaSalle approached you: "Hey, kid. Would you like to go home?" You stared at him in confusion before nodding slowly. You stood up and held onto his sleeve for support. LaSalle lead you to his car and helped you sit down in the passenger seat. He even secured your seat belt. He had never seen you this drunk before. Chris waited a minute before he started driving: "Do you want to tell me what happened?". You said nothing for a while, then tears started welling up in your eyes: "Jo broke up with me". You sounded distressed. "Oh, (Y/N). I'm so sorry", Chris leaned over the console and pulled you into a hug. You continued talking: "They said that I'm too damaged to be in a relationship...they said I'm broken and that they're not willing to help me". You started sobbing louder this time. Chris still held you. You continued: "They said there's probably no one in this world who could ever fix me". "None of this is true", Chris tried to soothe, "You're not broken. You just went through some rough times and we're all here to help you through them". You both sat in his car like that for a while before starting to drive. 

You didn't know what to do except for keeping on to rot away in your room. The only thing that usually came to your mind in a situation like this was calling LaSalle, but in a fit of anger yesterday when it settled in that you could never call him again you had thrown your phone at the wall. It was still intact thanks to the outdoor phone case and screen protector but you were unwilling to retrieve it from the ground. You wouldn't know who to call for help anyways. 

This case was a rather difficult one but you were on the verge of solving it. All it had taken were a few sleepless nights, a few more cups of caffeinated drinks and a sugar rush. But profiling was one of your specialities and this guy had a lot to be profiled about him. You presented your profile to your team, they compared it to their evidence, they found the guy because Patton is the best at locating people and so the bad guy went to prison and all of you could finally go home and sleep. If it wouldn't be for your sugar rush. Everyone looked very tired, but you were still bouncing around the office because you somehow needed to get rid of your energy. "Don't you want to go home, (Y/N)?", it was LaSalle who was the last one about to leave. "I'd love to go home but I kind of had an unhealthy amount of fruit loops and Caf-Pow", you were still pacing around in the office. "Do you want me to walk you home? Maybe that'll get the sugar out of your system", and that's how you ended up on a 30 minute walk through New Orleans to your apartment with LaSalle who later took a taxi back home. 

"Dwayne, we can't just sit around and do nothing about this", Loretta knew she couldn't get upset with Pride now. He was suffering too, but that didn't excuse letting one of his agents down like this. "What do you want me to do? They've taken personal days off. I tried calling them and they didn't answer so they're probably not willing to talk", he really didn't deal with the situation that well. "Maybe it's for the better if you keep everything in order here. I will go to their apartment and check up on them", and Loretta went on her way. 

You were hiding under your blanket feeling mostly numb now when suddenly there was a knock on your door. You couldn't find your will to get up, so you waited. The person would eventually go away and figure that you weren't home. To your surprise that didn't happen. Someone started unlocking your door which further confused you because only one person had a spare key to your apartment. And his death was the very reason you ended up like this. 

"(Y/N), are you here? It's Loretta!", she looked around your living room to see that everything was a big mess. You didn't find your will to answer. "I'm coming inside now, I'll find you if you're somewhere in here!", Loretta knew better than to startle you. When she reached your bedroom she saw you on your bed and came closer. "Hey, how are you holding up", she knew that you were barely holding up at all but she needed to get you to talk. "I don't know", you stared blankly at her. At least you were answering. "Do you want me to let in some fresh air? It smells like your window hasn't been opened for days". You nodded. Loretta opened a window. Then she sat down next to you on your bed. "We've been worried about you. Don't you want to get out of bed and take a shower? I'll try and find something to eat for you", Loretta knew exactly what to do in situations like this, she had been working with a bunch of very stubborn and very sad people for a long time now. "I don't want to shower", you answered flatly. "That's okay, would you like to change into other clothes?", Loretta had noticed that you haven't even done that after coming back home days ago, and besides that she had also smelled it. You nodded. You got up and leaned against your wall. Loretta started picking out a fresh set of clothes, a washcloth and a towel from your wardrobe. Maybe that would get you to at least wash your face. She placed everything on the shelf in your bathroom and made her way to the kitchen. 

A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen in fresh, comfortable clothes and a bit cleaner than before. You sat down at the table and Loretta handed over a cup of tea. You took a sip. You didn't know what to say. You looked down at the table. "You need to talk about this, (Y/N). The situation is difficult for all of us, but we can help each other with getting through it", Loretta didn't want to pressure you to talk, but she had to get at least some information in order to help you. You sat in silence for a longer while. You suddenly started talking: "I just don't know what to do without him, nothing makes sense anymore". Once again tears started flowing and by now you didn't care anymore. Loretta was out of good advice so she gently pulled you into a hug. You kept rambling on: "He was the one getting me off the street and the one who got me into the academy and inspired me to join NCIS. Chris helped me through all the trouble I got myself into. Loretta, I've got no one else. There used to be no one until Chris appeared and no it's going to be just like that again...and it's all just so unfair, he didn't deserve all the pain and he must've been so scared and now he's dead and there's nothing we could've done to prevent it". Loretta didn't know what to say so she just held you closer. You tried to calm down. 

It hadn't sunken in yet that from now on you' d have a purpose and a goal. Chris had managed to get you a place at the Police Academy by adding a reference to your application. You'd try your best to make LaSalle proud and become a good cop. If someone would've told you a few months ago that you were going to get a higher education or a stable job offer you would've probably laughed, but here you were now with an actual future ahead of you. LaSalle reentered the kitchen with two cups of orange juice and handed one of them to you. You looked at him for a second before saying: "Don't worry Chris, I'll try my best to make you proud". He just smiled and said: "I know you will, kid". 

About an hour, two cups of tea and a bowl of dry fruit loops later you were in a state of mind that Loretta felt it would be safe to leave you alone in. You had decided to sit this case out and you'd come back once you felt capable of doing so. Loretta stayed a while longer before she had to leave and she promised you to call later. When she made her way out of your door she looked back at you: "Christopher is proud of you, (Y/N). And I know you will continue making him proud in the future". 

And she was right, you had a bright future ahead of you and you'd do anything to make it a future that Chris LaSalle would be happy about. 

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Bad Day

Malcolm Bright x platonic!Reader

Don Flack x platonic!reader

Warnings: sensory overload, mention of nightmares, mention of not wanting to eat something, Reader is just sad in general, this is not proofread

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You came home after a very exhausting day. It had already started last night when you didn't get any sleep because a massive thunderstorm had kept you awake.

Then you were called to a crime scene at a public swimming pool. The profile was rather easy to make, but all the noise and the smells and the whole crowd of witnesses (since it was a public space) all lead to you suffering a major sensory overload which Flack shielded from everyone who would give you weird looks. After that incident you felt even more exhausted than before. Flack took you with him to a few more interviews with suspects and the victims family.

You finally hit rock bottom when some driver honked his horn at you even tho your traffic light was green and made you cry.

That's when Flack decided to take you home to the loft and let you rest for a bit. His team would have this case covered on their own now that they had a profile and found some more evidence.

He insisted on walking you up the stairs to the loft. "Are you going to be okay on your own?", asked Flack. "Yeah", you answered. All you wanted to do right now was getting some sleep. "You can call me anytime, kid", said Flack, "will Malcolm be home soon?". You nodded your head even though you could only guess that he would return soon. "Alright", Flack gave you a quick hug before waving goodbye and exiting the loft.

Now alone, you did the only thing imaginable in this situation. You started your 'sad songs to cry to' mixtape, laid down on a bunch of pillows on the living room floor and tried to finally get some sleep. And you actually fell asleep for what you guessed were a few minutes. But you soon woke up sweating and confused from a nightmare that was now blurry. It still left you feeling anxious and uncomfortable.

That's when the door opened. Still not clearly thinking you hid under your blanket and tried to stay completely still until you heard Malcolms voice. "(Y/N), are you home", he sounded tired himself. You couldn't bring yourself to say something, but you peaked out from under your blanket. Since your music was still playing, Malcolm figured that you must've been somewhere in the loft.

It all came together when he saw you on that pile of pillows. You must've had a bad day. He slowly approached. Once he was sure that you would be okay with him coming close he flopped down next to you on the pillow pile. "What happened?", it was an easy question, but you were not really willing to answer it. Despite not being able to form any sentence that would explain how awful this day was you went in for a hug that Malcolm immediately returned.

You stayed like that for a few seconds before something dawned on you. "Malcolm, we need to eat dinner, but I really don't want to". "Same here", he answered, "but we need to, I bet you didn't eat lunch today". "How do you know?", somehow Malcolm knew most of the time. "Can we just drink something warm?", you asked. "Alright, I'll prepare it. Stay here for a bit", with this Malcolm went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later he managed to get you to move to the couch where a cup of (favourite tea) was waiting for you. And because Malcolm and you both knew that you weren't in the mood to eat, but part of your bad mood might come from the lack of food you had today there were a bowl of cut fruits and a plate of cookies on the table too. After eating a bit and getting hydrated you already felt a bit better.

"Since we're already in front of the TV, would you want to watch something?", asked Malcolm. "Can we watch (favourite show)?" "Of course, which season do you want?", Malcolm made his way over to the DVD shelf. "(favourite season)". Malcolm got the DVD and pressed 'play all episodes'. You tried to pay attention for as long as possible until you finally fell asleep. Tomorrow would be a better day.

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Debut

Malcolm Bright x platonic reader

Description : Malcolm and reader are supposed to go undercover at a debutante ball and reader is not too sure about it. This is part of the "Profiling friends" universe

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues

Spoilers: massive spoilers for season 4 of BoJack Horseman

"We're going to a what now?", you looked at Malcolm in disbelief. "A debutante ball", Malcolm said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "You're meaning to tell me debutante balls are a real thing, and they're held in this time period?".

"Of course they're a real thing, what did you think they were?", you never failed to confuse Malcolm. "I thought it was a made up thing. The only time I've seen a debutante ball was on BoJack Horseman. And that was ridiculous", you still struggled to understand rich people. "I don't want to go there", you really could think of better ways to spend your Saturday night.

"Come on, (Y/N), it's just for the case and normally you love going undercover", Malcolm was ready to convince you, "it'll be fun". You knew that Malcolm knew that it wouldn't be fun at all. You had to actually act like a debutante. Which was close to being impossible to achieve. "How am I supposed to fit in there. I sit cross legged on my chair during lunch, I struggle to keep down any food with a weird texture and don't let me get started on the stuff I'll have to wear", you were just starting with your whole list of problems you had with this.

"Mother will tell her taylor to make something for you and she'll teach you how to behave. We have one day", the Whitly family had a solution for everything as long as it had to do with being rich.

"But there's so much that could go wrong. I could accidentally say 'eat the rich' out loud and isn't a debutante ball for introducing your child into high society and finding them someone to marry? I won't let the NYPD involve my dad in this, he's even more unable to fit in there than I am", this was getting more ridiculous with every minute.

"Don't worry, I'm going to play your father. You're going to be Malcolm Brights secret child", Malcolm looked proud of himself. "You're 12 years older than I am. This is not gonna work. Why can't Flack come with me? That would make more sense anyway", it would make more sense, Flack had been asked on multiple occasions why he was bringing his child to a crime scene.

"People know Flack as an NYPD detective and he's about as clueless with rich people as you are. People think you're 17 so we're just telling them that. I had a thing with some girl for a brief time when I was young, now your mother and I decided to put you out in the open cause you're a well raised child looking for a rich future spouse", just as you thought things couldn't get weirder they definitely did. "People who know Flack most likely know me too. And what makes you think 15 year old Malcolm would've had a chance with the ladies...sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I'm panicking", you looked at Malcolm with a confused expression.

"There's no need to get worked up about it", Malcolm tried his best to be reassuring, "just tell me what you're scared of".

"I just know this will turn out bad. I'll meet some guy who's not supposed to be there. He's a book author, but unsuccessful. I'll run off with him cause I don't wanna marry that rich kid you promised me to. The books gonna stay unsuccessful. We'll get married eventually. He starts working at a factory and never be home. We'll have a son who I'm unable to take proper care of cause of my own mental instability. My husband is gonna cheat on me with our house personnel and have another secret child. My son will hate me forever and I'll die alone somewhere in LA", that's where you finished your rant. Malcolm stared at you in disbelief. He blinked a few times. He tried to process everything you said. He thought of something to say.

"You know I'll be there to keep an eye on you, so nothing like that is going to happen", that was the best he had to offer. You thought about it for a minute. Maybe two. You made a decision. "Alright, Mal. We're doing this. But the moment I have to run an obstacle course I'm out of there", and so it was settled. Malcolm and you would go to a debutante ball.