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moonlight-breeze-44 · 2 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt Fill - "Disowned by Family"

Shelter From the Storm

When Gregorio comes out to her mother, the fallout leaves her falling back into old habits. Pride, however, is determined to remind her that she isn't alone in her struggles and that there are people that care about and love her just as she is right there in New Orleans. Sometimes, family doesn't have to be blood. Sometimes family can be found.

Pairings: None main; background PerSalle

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Self-harm, self-worth/esteem issues, general mental health issues, homophobia, disownment, blood/injury

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Gregorio knew it was only a matter of time before she had to make the phone call, but it didn’t mean getting the courage to dial her mother’s number and press call was any easier.

Now, alone in her apartment, she wished her heart would stop pounding into the beginnings of a panic attack and let her fucking breathe. Her hands were so clammy with sweat that she half-expected the phone to slip and fall to the ground. She wondered if maybe it would be better if it did. It would mean she didn’t have to face this.

Gregorio loved her mom, but that was half of the problem. Her mother could be old-fashioned, and Gregorio had been raised in the countryside of New York with two dogs, an old cat, and no father to speak of. In some ways, Gregorio was a lot more like LaSalle than she wanted to admit.

As she waited for Emily Gregorio to pick up her phone, Tammy paced; she was her mother’s only child, and if what she said today devastated her like she feared it would, she doubted there would be another chance for them. This stupid fucking phone call was going to define their entire relationship, and the fear was enough to make Tammy grab the chair in front of her for support, nails scrabbling for purchase along the worn fiber.

No turning back now.

“Tammy?” Her mother’s voice, pragmatic as always, filled Gregorio’s ears and she flinched. Maybe she wasn’t as ready for this as she thought. “What’s wrong?”

It was a response that most other people would consider harsh or brusque, but in reality, Emily was just being realistic; Tammy almost never called unless she was backed into a corner and needed something. Her mother never called unless someone had died. It was a routine that Tammy couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for, considering her mother’s part in it and the lack of warmth between them. But their lack of contact made what Tammy had to say even harder to reveal.

“Mom, I have something to tell you,” Tammy breathed, trying to keep her voice as steady and strong as she could while the panic rattled in her ribcage. She could do this. She had to.

“Oh my god, are you pregnant?” Emily exclaimed, and Tammy heard the blatant delight in her voice at the thought. She shook her head, even though she knew her mother couldn’t see her. This was going to make it even harder to burst her bubble. When the silence stretched on a beat too long, she rolled her shoulders, shaking them out, trying to calm her nerves.

“Uh, no, Mom, I’m not pregnant,” Tammy replied, heaving a deep breath. “I, uh…I-I’m…”

“You’re what, Tammy? Spit it out.”

“I’m gay,” Tammy burst out, chest heaving with having the pressure of her secret released. She felt herself begin to tremble and leaned more of her weight onto the old chair in front of her. “I’m, uh, I’m a lesbian, Mom. I like women.”

The silence that followed her revelation felt like claws around Gregorio’s neck, choking and scratching into her windpipe. She waited with bated breath. Everything hinged on her mother’s reaction. Tammy’s hands were shaking with fear. Even if they weren’t close, she still loved her mother. She still wanted her to be a part of her life.

“Tammy, I…I’m not sure what to say.”

“Anything,” Gregorio begged, hating how desperate she sounded, but she couldn’t wait any longer. “Just say something, please.”

“Well, you know this isn’t what I wanted for you,” Emily stated, and Tammy knew it was true. Memories of her bisexual phase in high school rushed to the forefront of her mind, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe past the mental images of her mother’s disdain when she was fifteen and dating Zara Matthews. The coldness in her mother’s voice, then and now, felt like Tammy had swallowed a burning hot coal that was beginning to scorch her insides.

“How will you have children, Tammy?” Emily continued, obviously distraught. Tammy’s fingers tightened on the phone, and she tried to take a deep breath; get herself under control.

“I can adopt,” she replied calmly, “Or find a surrogate. Or…” She paused, hesitating. She was already six feet deep and buried with her mother, it seemed; why not put the nail in her own coffin? “...or maybe I won’t have kids.”

“Tammy,” her mother said reproachfully, “You have to have kids!”

“Says who?” Tammy retorted, her hands trembling where they still held the back of the living room chair for dear life. “I mean, look at me. I’m okay, aren’t I? I’m happy. I, I don’t have to have kids. Besides, I’m an NCIS agent. Who would want a mom who does what I do?”

“A child that understands the meaning of sacrifice,” Emily snapped. “Which you clearly don’t.”

“Mom, I…”

“No, Tammy, just don’t.” Gregorio fell silent, biting her lip hard to avoid letting out the tears that had gathered in her eyes sometime during the phone call. Her mother loved her, she was sure. But Tammy could never be who she wanted, either. And if she had learned one thing from her time in New Orleans with Ethan, before NCIS, it was that sometimes love wasn’t enough.

“Look, dear, I’m not going to say that this is the end of things.” Gregorio’s breath hitched, and she had to fight to keep her emotions in check. She knew that tone well enough to know what her mother was really saying, and it was the end of things. God, she knew her mother wouldn’t approve, but to know it and to have it confirmed were two very different feelings.

“But you should know how I feel about this,” Emily continued, ignorant to her daughter’s pain. “I don’t think it’s right. I don’t think it’s natural. I always thought you grew out of that phase you had in high school, especially after you married Ethan. Which, I know that didn’t work out, but one bad apple doesn’t mean the whole barrel is bad. I-I don’t know what you want from me here, Tammy. You are my daughter, and I love you. But I will not support this lifestyle. When you’re ready, you can come back home. We can work this out. But until then, don’t - don’t call. Don’t visit. Please. Spare us both. I’m sure you won’t feel this way forever, Tammy. When you change your mind, I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Mom - ”

“Tammy, please. Don’t make this any harder than it already is. Just-Just sort yourself out, okay? I’ll be here when you need me. I love you.” With that, the call dropped, and Gregorio sank to her knees behind the worn out chair, breathing hard and fast, on the verge of a fucking panic attack from the call. Emily was gone. She recognized the situation for what it was; her mother had given her an ultimatum. Become straight, or say goodbye to her and their home back in New York forever.

It wasn’t a choice at all.

With the sound of the dial tone in her ear, her mother’s final words before she hung up way too loud in her head, Tammy allowed herself to cry, the weight of the emotions she had struggled to hold back before escaping in full. She sobbed into her knees, her shoulders shaking. She couldn’t be something she wasn’t. She couldn’t change, even though there had been more than enough times that she wanted to. She couldn’t give her mother what she had asked for.

In all the ways that mattered, it was over.

She and her mother had never been close. The truth was that Tammy expected the call to end like this, but it was still more of a blow than she had ever expected to know that the woman who raised her would never accept her for who she was. Tammy felt lost, and cut open, like someone had twisted a knife in her and then left her to die on a street corner. She didn’t know what her next steps were, if there even were any, and more than anything, she felt vulnerable.

It was a feeling she wasn’t used to, between her secrecy about her private life and the walls she built around her heart, but it made her want to hide and protect her six from whatever was going to hurt her. But there was nothing to shield herself from, no imminent threat or dangerous gunman; just her own damage and that goddamn dial tone still humming in her ear, a reminder that she would never be able to call home again.

The thought of home sent a fresh wave of tears cascading down her cheeks, and Tammy finally ripped the cellphone from her ear, throwing it across hardwood until it crashed into the side of her refrigerator. She would regret that later, she was sure, but for now she didn’t care. She couldn’t. The only piece of herself that seemed to matter was in New York, probably opening a bottle of whiskey and no doubt planning to pray for her in church the next day.

Home was gone forever now, even if she hadn’t called it that in years. It was still the place where she was raised, and where she’d learned how to fight for herself in more ways than one. She loved the sprawling hills on their property, and the well where she had nearly drowned once as a child. She loved the fucking tire swing and the garden beds and the old barn where she used to go with the dogs when she needed to be alone. Their house and grounds were so beautiful that sometimes Gregorio hardly believed that she lived in New York growing up. All of it would become a memory now, and she would never be able to touch the wildflowers that grew along the fence line ever again. It shouldn’t have affected her so much, considering it had been years since she even wanted to go home, but the thought of losing it all forever was more than she could handle.

The tears, which hadn’t stopped or slowed in the slightest, were becoming overwhelming and almost nausea-inducing, so Gregorio took a deep breath, moving her hands roughly down her legs, then her calves, then her ankles, trying to ground herself and move away from the precipice of her breakdown. But instead of finding stability in her old brown Doc Martens, like she had hoped, her hand brushed a cold piece of metal, and it sent her heartbeat racing again.

She knew what it was, the feeling unmistakeable against her fingers. It was a sterling silver razor blade, years old at least, tucked into a fraying patch on her boots since November of 2018. She had played a dangerous game with it, allowing it so close; on one hand, it could become dislodged at work and she ran the risk of someone investigating her for psychological issues if they saw where it had been hiding. On the other hand, she could lose it in the field, and she would never have to worry about it, or remember the temptation, ever again.

Neither of those things had happened, apparently, and she knew from the feel of it against her fingers that, somehow, it hadn’t even been scuffed. It was the perfect deadly instrument, even after all these years. Gregorio’s hand trembled.

She hesitated for a second, but pulled the razor blade from the patch on her boot, turning it over and over in her palms like precious gold. A coil of longing hit her like a punch to the gut, and Gregorio tried to suck in a deep breath, wanted to put it back, wanted to throw it away and pretend it never existed, but she couldn’t bring herself to.

If this razor blade had somehow managed to survive three years working as a field agent for the FBI, and one as an NCIS agent, not to mention the countless parties and clubs she’d been to, it had to be a sign. Gregorio didn’t believe in fate, but maybe the gods that weren’t were trying to tell her something now.

It had been five years. It had been half of a lifetime. Part of Gregorio didn’t want to risk it, after fighting so hard to get clean in the first place, but the other, larger part of her that wanted for the quick pain of metal against her skin argued that because it had been so long, it wouldn’t matter now. A relapse wasn’t really a relapse if it only lasted a day, and if she got her act together right after. She could do this, and hide it, then throw it away the next day and no one would ever have to know.

“It’s not like last time,” Gregorio muttered to herself, trying to believe it. “I won’t let it get out of hand.”

She didn’t know if she could keep the promise to herself or not, but it didn’t matter. Her mother’s words were still burning like acid in her lungs, and she just wanted the pain to be replaced with something new, something better, until she was able to get ahold of herself. It was the best, most efficient option, and then she would stop. One cut, she told herself, and after that she would curl up in bed and watch Desperate Housewives or something. One cut, and she would be okay.

Tammy rolled up her sleeve, took a deep breath, and pressed the razor blade to her wrist.

The relief was immediate, almost as overwhelming and euphoric as a drug, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks at the feeling. It didn’t take away her mother’s homophobia, or the way her abandonment made Tammy feel, but it replaced the worst of it with white-hot pain and the familiar sting of a fresh cut instead. Blood welled like storm clouds in the wound, and slid down her wrist until it began to drip onto her pants. Lazily, Tammy remembered she needed to do laundry and didn’t have another pair of work pants. Another, bigger part of her, however, couldn’t be bothered to care.

Instantly forgetting the one-cut promise, Tammy sliced her way through six pristine cuts before stopping to take a breath, her chest heaving with the relief of giving into the old addiction again. She didn’t remember much from three years ago, the last time she cut, but she could swear it had never felt this good before.

Looking down at her arm, a pageant of crimson lines sluggishly bleeding, Tammy felt the calm settle into her bones, numbness chasing away the pain. She exhaled hard, letting her head thump against the forgotten chair in front of her. She got what she needed. She should stop.

She didn’t.

It was close to midnight before she threw the razor blade down and stopped to admire her work. She wasn’t sure how much blood she would have to clean up, or how much she had lost, and she hadn’t eaten today either. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to just sit there after what she’d done, but her head was swimming, and she was so exhausted that even attempting to get up would have been too much for her. So, instead, Tammy rested her arms on the bloodstained slacks, and let her head loll against the back of the living chair. She had slept in worse places.

~ ~ ~

In the morning, Tammy’s alarm came blaring to life at 6am, startling her awake from where she was slumped over next to the chair. Her arms felt like they were glued to her pants, dried blood sticking to the fabric, and she could feel a telltale crustiness on the seat of her pants that meant, somehow, she had managed to sit in a puddle of blood. “God, make it stop,” she muttered, and struggled to get to her feet to turn off the fucking alarm. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this bad.

By the time she made it to the kitchen, where her phone was at, miraculously not dead but down to the last 5% of its battery, it was almost 6:30 and she was going to be late for work if she didn’t hustle.

Tammy made it to her bedroom with less difficulty, though she still felt lightheaded, and got to work peeling the blood-soaked slacks off and painfully removing her shirt, which had a few spots of blood on it from her careless cutting the night before. She searched through her closet as fast as she could for the most lightweight long-sleeved shirt she had, that was a dark enough color to mask the blood if her cuts opened up while she was at work. After that, she selected a pair of dark jeans, even though they were against the agency dress code, and headed to the bathroom to do what she could for her appearance.

To her dismay, her eyes were still a little bloodshot from last night, and her hair was a mess. She would need makeup to cover up the circles underneath her eyes, evidence of multiple nights of restless sleep in preparation for the phone call with her mother.

The thought of her mother made Tammy’s heart seize up, and she pressed on one of the new cuts, hissing at the sharp pain it brought. It was enough to snap her out of her head, at least, and she got to work applying makeup to cover up what she could of her turmoil. Finally, she was able to run a brush through her hair, grab her gun, badge, and car keys, and head out the door.

Just before walking into the Navy Yard, Tammy hesitated, and considered calling in sick. But as tempting as it was to go back to her apartment and stay in bed all day, that wasn’t a good idea; the NCIS team was like a big fucking family, and they were sure to stop by if they got word she wasn’t feeling well. Not only was her apartment a mess, but the pool of blood by the chair in the living room, as well as the razor blade that had caused all of this damage, was still out in the open for any prying eyes to see.

Still, Tammy knew it would be hard to keep what she had done from her teammates. She would have to be on her guard. They were perceptive, even if they weren’t trained profilers like her, and much worse, they knew her. It would take all of her skills at hiding and lying and pretending to fool them into believing she was fine.

The cuts pulled tight as the fabric of her shirt shifted, making each step and movement she made towards the office painful. She had learned how to hide the pain a long time ago, but a part of her wished she had bandaged the wounds before coming in today, instead of hiding the first-aid supplies in her bag in case of an emergency and hoping for the best. But Pride was already going to kill her for being late, and it would take another fifteen minutes at least to deal with the fallout of her habit. She didn’t want to come off any more suspicious than she already was.

Taking a deep breath, Gregorio etched a smile onto her face, and walked into the NCIS office like everything was fine, as always. Nothing is different today, she warned herself, trying to drill it into her brain. Nothing has changed.

“There ya are, Gregorio! Was startin’ to wonder if we was gonna have to send out a search party,” Chris greeted her with a smile, and Gregorio gave him one of her patented bitchfaces in return.

“I got caught in traffic,” she lied, and watched his face for any signs of disbelief as she made her way to her desk. She clocked the slight raise of his eyebrows, his posture lengthening, and reminded herself to adjust her tone when she was lying.

“Didn’t think there was hardly any traffic on Bourbon Street,” Chris commented, and Tammy turned to place her bag next to her desk and start up her computer. It was easier to lie to someone when she didn’t have to face them.

“There isn’t usually,” she replied, keeping her tone light and casual. “Guess today was my lucky day.”

“Guess so,” Chris responded, and Tammy turned around just in time to see him giving her one of his famous, milliwatt smiles. She grinned back, bumping his shoulder playfully on her way into the kitchen. One down, two to go.

By the time she caught up with Pride and Sonja, it was almost midday, and the hot, humid weather prompted a picnic invite from Pride to eat lunch at the bridge in town. Chris, Sonja, and the others all agreed, leaving Gregorio as the odd one out. She knew she couldn’t decline without offering an explanation, lest they become suspicious of her motives, but she couldn’t accept the invitation when she knew either Chris or Sonja would try to roll up her sleeves the second they arrived, either to tease her or out of care for her wellbeing. Refusing their help against potential heatstroke when it was summer in the middle of New Orleans was a one-way ticket to having her secret revealed.

“Tammy, you’re not going to lunch with us?” Percy pouted, her eyebrows drawn up in that Percy way, that said she was more concerned than disappointed, but was too proud to put voice to her feelings. “Come on, don’t you want to hang with the gang?”

“As much as I would love to ‘hang with the gang’,” Gregorio used air quotes and gave Sonja a playful smirk, “I have a prior obligation.”

“Oooh, someone’s got a hot date,” Chris said, walking into the kitchen with an ice chest for their drinks. “So who is it, Gregorio? Black-haired beauty? Feisty redhead? That’s my type.”

“Excuse you,” Percy retorted, raising her eyebrow in his direction.

“Pardon me,” Chris corrected, giving Sonja a fond smile, “That’s usually my type.”

“Better,” Sonja affirmed, before turning her attention to Gregorio once more. “But seriously, T, where you goin’ that you can’t come hang with us?”

“Well, Chris wasn’t exactly wrong,” Gregorio replied, lifting her coffee mug to her lips to take a sip so she could avoid having to look either of them in the eyes. “A certain mayor’s secretary asked me out the other day, and I can’t leave her hanging a second time.” Though it was a lie that they had a lunch date, it wasn’t a lie that she’d been asked out, so Gregorio didn’t feel as bad as she maybe should for using Amber as her scapegoat.

“With that one, you better not,” Chris replied, chuckling. “I’ve heard she’s got some high standards.”

“Of course she does,” Gregorio retorted without missing a beat. “She’s going on a date with me, isn’t she?”

Sonja and Chris both laughed at that, the latter ribbing her good-naturedly for a minute or two before they calmed down. She allowed her smirk to play on her lips, knowing she could pass it off as satisfaction at her joke instead of her lie. They weren’t suspicious of her anymore, not after she’d thrown them a bone. For now, she was safe.

~ ~ ~

Later that night, when the team was getting ready to wrap up and head home, Pride caught her eye, gesturing her into the kitchen. Tammy dropped her bag and took a deep breath, heading in to meet him. She could feel her heart skip a beat.

Of all of them, Pride was the most likely to figure out that something was wrong, even if he was the least likely to react with anything other than kind, calm patience. Still, the idea of her boss finding out her most guarded secret was more terrifying than she could fathom.

Without speaking or otherwise acknowledging Pride, Gregorio took a seat on the barstool across from him, crossed her arms, and waited. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat, but forced herself to be motionless and keep her expression blank, lest she give away the anxiety she was feeling.

“So, Gregorio,” Pride said, taking in her position and folding his arms across the top of the bar, “Want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” Gregorio replied defensively, before she could stop herself and try to temper her tone. “What makes you think something’s going on?”

Pride raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed. “Well, for starters, you came in late today, said it was traffic when traffic is nonexistent on your street, you’re actin’ awful odd, and then you lied to Christopher and Sonja about who you were with for lunch today.”

Gregorio opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, Pride held up his hand and continued, “I have it on good authority that the mayor’s secretary didn’t leave her office all day.” He softened, giving her a worried look, and said, “Just want to know you’re okay, and if anything’s goin’ on that we can help with.”

“It’s nothing,” Gregorio sighed, letting her shoulders slump in defeat. There was no use pretending she was fine if Pride already knew something was up. She didn’t have to tell him everything, but maybe if she told him about her mom, at least, he’d leave her alone.

“Just a little upset from a phone call with my mother yesterday,” Gregorio admitted, picking at her nails to avoid meeting Pride’s eyes. “I came out to her.”

Pride nodded, his eyes filling with support and kindness for her, and moved to wipe down the kitchen counter, in an effort to give her space to talk as much as she wanted to. Gregorio knew the tactic, was familiar with it from teasing the truth out of LaSalle when he was being particularly stubborn. Though she was loathe to admit it, she appreciated it. “How did she take it?”

“Not well,” Tammy sighed, pressing her nail into the pad of her thumb to resist the urge to burst into tears again. She had already done enough crying in the past 24 hours. “She basically gave me an ultimatum; stop being gay, or stop coming home. Permanently.”

“Oh, Tammy,” Pride breathed, sympathy pouring out of him and into her. “I’m so sorry.” He reached across the bar to lay a hand on her shoulder, and against her will, Tammy leaned into the touch.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, closing her eyes to avoid letting Pride see how glossy they had become. “W-We were never really close.”

“Still, that’s gotta hurt,” Pride said, withdrawing just enough to allow her time to fight back the tears and open her eyes once more. “Parents’ rejection is…one of the worst things that can happen to a child. No matter how old they are.”

“Yeah,” Tammy breathed, the weight of her own exhaustion hitting her as she slumped on the barstool. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let something damage her like this. Who knew her mother’s decision would have such an impact on her? She sighed and tugged lightly on one of her sleeves, until it was down far enough on her arm to cover her fingers. Pride caught the movement, but said nothing. “To make matters worse, she tried to frame it like she loved me, and she was going to be there for me.” Tammy laughed bitterly, emotion swelling up in her throat. “She’s so convinced I’m going to change, Pride.”

“Not the way it works,” Pride said fondly, giving her a warm smile. His hand, still on her shoulder, was like a grounding wire, keeping her settled, and she felt like she was being comforted by the father she never had.

“Yeah,” Tammy said, again, and her voice wobbled on the last syllable. Under Pride’s kind, supportive words and gentle ministrations, she could feel the dam in her chest threatening to explode, and she slid sideways off of the barstool, grabbing for her coat and heading towards the door. She had to get out of here, before she lost it completely. “Anyway, I should go - ”

“Wait,” Pride called, and moved to follow her, grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving. Without thinking, still trying to calm the tidal wave of emotion in her chest, Gregorio hissed in pain.

“Tammy,” Pride said slowly, releasing her wrist with some reluctance, “There something wrong with your arm?”

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Tammy replied, giving him a quick, panicked smile. “Just bruised it on the countertop when I was getting ready for work this morning.”

“That so?” Pride asked, and he sounded suspicious enough to make Tammy’s heart skip a beat in fear. She curled her fingers around her sleeves protectively. “Mind if I take a look at it?”

“Don’t bother,” Gregorio replied, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “I told you, Pride, it’s nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing,” Pride replied, and he reached for her wrist again. Determined not to give anything away, Tammy kept her face purposefully blank, allowing him to hold her arm in his hand even as his fingers pressing against the cuts felt like a sharp knife against her skin. “Thing is, Tammy…” Pride moved to grasp her sleeve, and Gregorio’s entire body tensed, waiting for his next move. This was not happening.

“You haven’t worn long sleeves this dark, especially during summer, all year,” he continued, “and that first time we talked, up on the balcony in your hotel when you first came here – you wore a tank top, and I don’t think you thought about it then, but I noticed something the others didn’t get the chance to see.” He lifted his gaze to meet Gregorio’s eyes, and she knew, without having to ask what he meant, that she was done for.

Pride knows.

“I’ve seen the scars on your wrists, Tammy,” Pride said softly, “And I’ve never mentioned it, because it’s not my business and I don’t want you to think I’m judging you for it. But if your arm is hurt…after all you’ve been through in the past few days, you understand why I need to check, right?”

Tammy nodded tightly, trying not to cry, as Pride moved to roll up her sleeve. At the last second, just before he could grab the cuff of her shirt, she blurted out: “And what do you think you’ll find, if you check?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that,” Pride responded, his voice as kind and understanding as ever. Tammy choked on a sob, losing the battle against her emotions, and pulled away from him, running her hands through her hair so hard that she was sure she’d left red, inflamed scratches on her scalp. She heaved a deep breath and choked on it, trying to hold in the breakdown that wanted to happen, fighting to remain in control. Pride couldn’t see her like this. No one could.

“Just - Just please don’t demote me,” Tammy begged, straightening up and gasping for breath, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. “D-Don’t put me on desk duty. I can still handle myself in the field, I promise I’m not a liability, Pride.”

“We’ll talk about that later,” Pride said, and her heart sank. “For now, we need to get you taken care of.” He glanced at his watch, and muttered, “Loretta might still be here, I’d have to check the morgue.”

“No – please,” Gregorio pleaded, embarrassment creeping up to settle like fire on her cheeks. “No one else needs to know about this.”

“They do, Tammy,” Pride argued, raising his eyebrows at her. “They’re your teammates. Your family. They care about you. Of course they should know about this.”

“Please,” Tammy said, raising her arms to hug herself, trying to get some semblance of comfort in the least embarrassing or incriminating way possible.

“Look,” Pride said, gesturing for her to sit down across from him in the kitchen once more, taking a seat opposite her on the island, “I know you’re scared. You’re worried about what the others might think. But they love you, Tammy, and they want to help you. I do too.”

“What if they hate me?” Tammy breathed, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. She knew she looked like a wreck, pathetic even, but this was her worst nightmare come true and she couldn’t pretend anymore. “Pride, I’m weak.” She gestured haphazardly at her arms, at herself, and shook her head, avoiding his gaze by staring down the marble kitchen tile. “They’ll see me differently.”

“Maybe so,” Pride conceded, “but not in the way you think. They won’t consider you weak, Tammy. I don’t.” He reached out to lay his hand on her arm, comforting and grounding her with the touch. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, Gregorio.”

“Even now that you know I - ” Tammy gestured to her arms once more, at a loss for words. “ - Again?”

“Even now,” Pride confirmed, giving her a firm nod and a steady look that swore honesty. “Tammy, no one on this team will think any less of you for struggling with this.”

“Promise?” Tammy whispered, letting some of the vulnerability she was feeling slip into her voice as she asked the question.

“Promise,” Pride affirmed, and gave her arm a soft, gentle pat.

Gregorio nodded, her shoulders slumping in relief as some of the tension was alleviated. “Do you have to tell them tonight?”

“No, not tonight,” Pride responded. “But soon.”

“I understand.” Gregorio looked away, the fear thundering back to life in her chest. For an instant, under Pride’s reassuring words, it had disappeared.

“It’s gonna be okay, Gregorio,” Pride promised her, moving from the opposite side of the bar to wrap her in a tight hug. “The team’ll take care of you.”

“Shouldn’t have to,” Gregorio protested weakly, but Pride shushed her with a hand in her hair, stroking gently.

“We want to,” he said, and Gregorio was struck with how much she wished he could have been her real dad. Maybe her future would’ve turned out better if he was. “This is somethin’ that everyone is more ‘n willin’ to help you with. We’re gonna get it taken care of. Got your back, Tammy, not just for work.”

“Thanks, Pride,” Gregorio whispered, too emotional to express her gratitude any further. She was sure Pride understood. In his arms, trembling, Gregorio could admit that maybe what she had really needed was the support and acceptance of her loved ones. Maybe her mother would never love her the way she was, but she had an entire family here in New Orleans that did.

Maybe that was what mattered.

And if, the next day, when Loretta called her down to the morgue and told Gregorio about her mother’s issues with self-harm while she bandaged the fresh cuts on Tammy’s arms, she felt a small piece of her heart begin to heal, she didn’t mention it. And if, when Sebastian gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and offered to call her and ramble about whatever came to mind when she was having urges, she started to tear up, well, no one could prove it (she had threatened Sebastian with removing his Power Rangers collection from the lab if he told anyone). And if, when Chris said nothing but drew her into the tightest hug she could ever remember receiving, and Percy showed up at her house without warning to sit on the couch with her and watch basketball, she began to realise this was all the family she needed, she knew she could blame Pride for most of it.

Getting clean again, and resisting the urge to take a blade to her arms whenever she felt like her world was falling apart, was a fight that took months, and she did end up on desk duty for some of it, but despite the silence that stretched between her and her mother, she found that the most important thing was the family that she had right here.

Maybe she didn’t need what used to be her home when she had a better one here in New Orleans.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt fill #my writing #my work #my fanfiction #my fanfic #my fics #ncis new orleans #ncis nola #tammy gregorio #dwayne pride #sonja percy #chris lasalle #fanfiction #fics #warning: self harm #warning: blood #warning: homophobia #warning: being disowned

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bullet-prooflove · 23 days ago

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New Characters:

Lou Ransone

New Fics:

911:

Rusty (NSFW) - A missing person's case brings you and Lou together.

The Bear:

Last Christmas - Mikey makes a decision when it comes to your relationship.

Chicago Fire:

The Darkest Hour - Sam comes home to find you in a troublesome position.

Chicago Med:

Such A Romantic (NSFW) - Jack reveals he believes it was love at first sight.

Fate - You and Sam were always meant to find each other.

Cobra Kai:

Disloyal - Terry runs into an old friend while you're away.

FBI:

Leave The Light On - You always leave the light on for Omar.

Haven:

Power - Dwight ends up on the wrong side of your Trouble.

Justified:

Straight From The Heart - Tim speaks from the heart during a late night phone call.

Not That Kind of Night (NSFW) - You make a relisation about your relationship with Raylan.

NCIS:

Promises - Nick makes you a promise.

Dry Land - Nick returns home.

NCIS - New Orleans:

Death Becomes Him - Douglas finds a reason to fight.

Here - Douglas wakes up to find you at his bedside.

NCIS - Origins:

Love Is A Strong Word - Mike confesses his feelings after a disagreement.

Safe - You and Gibbs work through your grief in different ways.

Tracker:

The Maybe Girl (NSFW) - Colter makes a mistake by revealing his feelings for you.

Tulsa King:

The Cowboy At Your Door - Your ex Bill shows up in response to your message.

Nashville - Mitch realises you're more than just a pretty face.

Yellowstone:

Insidious - Jamie and you discuss John's appearence.

#jamie dutton #colter shaw #mitch keller #dwight manfredi #mike franks #leroy jethro gibbs #douglas hamilton #nick torres #sam carver #sam abrams #raylan givens #tim gutterson #oa zidan #dwight hendrickson #terry silver #jack dayton #mikey berzatto #lou ransone

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cinnikiroll · 4 months ago

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saved by the bartender (Dwayne Pride x Female Reader)

Summary: You thought you were just going to have a pleasant afternoon at the Trutone, drinking away your sorrow. But evidently, life had other plans. (Based off of Season 4, Episode 20)

I hope you like this fic (which is freakishly long sorry about that)! If you do, please feel free to follow me on my AO3 account for more. Below is a link to my account.

The Trutone's atmosphere was particularly calm today, Dwayne thought as he wiped down the bar, waiting for a customer to call him over for something.

Typically, on a warm summer afternoon like this, the bar would be packed with people- tourists and native Louisianans alike- trying to escape the oppressive heat and humidity that plagued New Orleans at the peak of the season.

But that seemed not to be the case today, as there were many empty tables, and the people that did come in only came for a drink or two before tipping Dwayne rather generously and going back out into the streets that smelled distinctly like melting asphalt.

The exception to this rule, he noticed, was a woman who was seated in a booth by the window. She occasionally ordered a shot of bourbon, but most of the time she'd just sit and stare out of the window. Evidently she was deep in thought, and judging by how much alcohol she'd ordered, the thoughts were not pleasant.

As Dwayne watched, the woman looked away from the window and made eye contact with him, tilting her head in a curious expression. She didn't seem to understand why she was being spied on by the bartender, but she didn't seem upset about it. In fact, it didn't seem as if she felt any emotions at all...

"Excuse me, miss."

Dwayne said politely, bowing his head to her before looking away.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his patrons, nor did he want them to think he was a creep who stared at women drinking alone. But damn, was that lady beautiful!

After a few moments, the woman got up and headed over to the bar, leaning against it with a smile. It was clear to Dwayne, being a skilled NCIS agent, that the woman's smile was more for his benefit than hers. There was no genuine joy behind it, just a simple extension of perhaps feigned politeness.

"You must be Dwayne Pride," she said in a tone that made it clear she already knew the answer to that statement.

"Pleased to meet you, darlin'!"

Dwayne tried to inject a great deal of joy into his voice, hoping that it would somehow make the woman smile. Judging by the way she narrowed her eyes, it did not have the desired effect in the slightest.

"Is there a reason why you can't seem to get your eyes off of me?"

Her tone was aggressive, but he could tell that she was pretending to be tough to hide a great deal of pain. That assumption was corroborated by the copious amount of liquor she'd consumed and the fact that she was wearing long sleeves and pants even in the summer heat.

As she leaned closer to him, the screen of her phone lit up with the movement, revealing her lockscreen photo of her and a rather angry looking man. The man had his arms around her, and his fingers were digging into the skin of her upper arms, doubtlessly leaving bruises. They were both smiling in the photo, but it was clear that she was terrified.

Seeing that image and then looking back at the outfit she was wearing, Dwayne put two and two together. The long sleeves and pants were to cover any injuries her boyfriend had given her, and the alcohol was to numb the pain of what was most likely an excruciating breakup.

Reaching out to take her hand in his and comfort her, he didn't notice the loud police sirens ringing out outside until it was too late.

"Everyone, put your hands up! Wallets and cellphones on the bar, now!"

The terror in the woman's eyes was almost palpable as she quickly dropped her phone and wallet on the bar along with everyone else. The men- a tall skinny man with dirty blond hair, a muscular bald man, and a rather worried African-American man- herded the bar patrons up against the windows, and Dwayne walked out from behind the bar to negotiate with them.

This is not how I assumed this day would go, he thought with a deep sigh.

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Your heart was beating a million miles a minute as the extremely contentious bald man shoved you against a window. Despite being drunk, you could clearly tell that you were in great danger, and it made you feel ill.

The bartender, a handsome man who appeared to be in his 50s, calmly walked out from behind the bar, his hands raised in a placating gesture. His eyes flitted over to you once again, and you couldn't help but curl your lips into a small smile at the care he clearly had for you.

"Let's negotiate calmly," the bartender, Dwayne Pride, said as he approached the bald man, who appeared to be the leader of the trio.

You're going to get killed, idiot!

You wanted to scream, but your words were trapped in your throat by fear. So you just fell down to a seated position by the window and shut your eyes, praying silently that Dwayne knew what he was doing.

After a great deal of arguing and many lies being exchanged- there was no way in fresh hell that anyone called Dwayne Pride 'D-Man'- it appeared that the angered leader of the group, a man named Boomer, was somewhat placated, which calmed down all of the patrons at least a bit.

When Dwayne walked to the back of the bar with the African-American member of the trio, who seemed very hesitant to even be in this situation, the slender blond man approached you, the way he walked with a sway in his step saying a lot about his intentions with you.

"You know, I know your ex boyfriend, girlie."

He said in a low, vitriolic voice that made chills go down your spine.

Not knowing whether to respond or stay silent, your eyes kept on flickering towards the entrance to the bar's kitchen, hoping you would see Dwayne returning soon.

"That bartender isn't going to save a little bitch like you," the blond man said, angling his arm that held the gun as if he was planning to hit you with it.

"W-Who even are you?!"

You managed to say, attempting to sound upset but just sounding like a scared little girl.

"Red Jacobs, asshole!"

The man exclaimed, bringing his gun down to your forehead with a sickening thump!

Pain flashed in your right temple, and you were blinded with tears. Trying to brush them away, you saw Red readying himself for another strike, his eyes full of hatred and callousness.

"Dwayne!"

You wailed, knowing your cry would most likely be useless. Even if he heard, why would a random bartender you'd just met defend you, of all people? You were just a pathetic woman who couldn't even defend herself against her own boyfriend. Honestly, you probably deserved this treatment.

Closing your tear-filled eyes, you waited for the next blow, memories of your boyfriend's frequent strikes through the many years you were with him flashing through your head.

But the next blow never came.

Opening your eyes, you saw that Dwayne had indeed heeded your call and returned, and was standing above Red, who he'd overcome and flung to the ground. A bloody wound on his temple similar to the one you had proved to you that getting the man away from you was hard, but he'd prevailed in the end.

"Dwayne?!"

You gasped in shock, gently pressing your fingers to the wound he'd sustained for you.

Silently, the bartender shifted closer to you and began to gently clean your bloody head wound with a rag covered in warm water and soap. In his pocket, you could see another rag that held a phone.

Following your gaze, Dwayne urgently whispered an order not to say anything about the phone. Clearly, it was a contraband item, and he would be injured and possibly killed if Boomer, the aggressive leader of the trio, learned of it.

"Thank you," you whispered in a voice choked by emotion.

Nobody had ever stopped men from hurting you. When you were with your ex and begged for help, everyone would just avoid you like you were carrying the plague or some other horrible sickness that'd kill them if they even got near you.

Being ignored in such a dangerous situation made you feel worthless, like you didn't even deserve to survive. But the tenderness with which Dwayne cleaned your injury and the injury he'd sustained himself trying to help you proved otherwise, that you were worthy of love, even if you didn't often receive it.

"Will we ever get out of here?"

You whimpered, feeling fear coursing through your veins once again.

The phone in Dwayne's pocket buzzed, and he rapidly switched rags, dabbing your wound with the phone rag and not the wet rag. He quickly typed out a response to whoever texted him and nodded to you.

"Yes, darlin'. We'll be out soon, I promise."

The way he spoke to you was gentle, loving. The look in his eyes mirrored his tone of voice perfectly. He truly did seem to love you.

"Why... why did you get hurt for me?"

After a sharp intake of breath, he responded in a low voice full of conviction.

"I'm a federal agent, I work for NCIS. It's my job to put my life on the line to save others."

Then, in a more hesitant, almost shy tone, he spoke again.

"Not to mention you're a gorgeous lady."

His compliment made you blush and your heart flutter, momentarily banishing all worry.

The sound of a large vehicle pulling up to the bar and Boomer's order for the hostages to all leave the bar now, however, brought all the worries back to the forefront of your mind.

You rushed outside, terror filling you at the horde of people that had gathered outside the bar. Hostage situations were evidently not common, especially one involving such a beloved man as Dwayne Pride. The people crowding you made you even more anxious, and you found yourself leaning against Dwayne's broad shoulders as he led you to the bus that had arrived to take you away to what was hopefully not going to be your deaths.

The bus ride was as uneventful as a bus ride full of hostages at gunpoint could be... until the police officer driving the bus suddenly began to beg not to have guns pointed at him.

Your brow furrowed in confusion at that. Why was the police officer lying? Boomer and Red had their guns pointed at the hostages, and Curtis Isaacs, the other man who had been a part of the trio, had been disarmed and was now included with the hostages after his previous stunt as a cop's CI had been revealed.

Nobody was threatening the driver, knowing that he was their only way to get to wherever they wanted to be. So why was he suddenly lying and pretending he was under threat of being injured?

After the driver repeated the same plea twice, Dwayne's eyes widened in shock, and he grabbed your body, throwing himself and you to the ground while ordering all the other hostages to do the same.

Confused, you opened your mouth to ask him why he had reacted the way he did, but the hail of bullets and rain of glass shards from the bus' breaking windows answered your question more effectively than any words could.

Blood sprayed through the air, dyeing your light colored clothes a sickening crimson red, and you found your chest tightening with anxiety, feeling a panic attack coming on.

Dwayne's tight grip on you never faltered once, and he constantly whispered soothing words to you as the glass rained down and groans of pain were heard all around you. His gentle, slow, deep baritone voice soothed your anxiety a great deal, but your heart was still chugging along at an obnoxiously rapid pace.

Please, God... help this end soon!

You begged, not knowing how much more you could take.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the attackers stopped firing, and Dwayne escorted- well, basically carried- your shaking self out of the bus.

As you were being treated by the EMTs for your head injury and several little cuts caused by the flying glass, Dwayne sat next to you and silently took your hand in his. It seemed as if he wanted to say something, but was afraid to or didn't know how to express it.

"You saved my life," you murmured gently, trying to encourage him to be open with you.

"You can tell me anything."

With a firm squeeze of your hand, he began to speak, pouring his emotions out in a torrent similar to the rain of bullets you two had just weathered.

"I didn't think I'd be saying this, but... I think I'm in love with you, darlin'. Now I know I just met you, so you must be thinking, This old man is crazy! And maybe I am, but..."

Dwayne hesitated, and you took a risk, leaning your head on his shoulder and putting your arm around him to try and make him feel more comfortable. It was clear that he rarely opened up about his emotions, so doing so was hard, but you wanted- no, you needed- to know why he loved you, what made him feel the way he did.

Feeling your gentle, loving touch brought Dwayne confidence, and he took a deep breath before continuing to speak in a shaky voice.

"Seeing your strength, knowing what you've been through... it makes me want to protect you. I want to find that ex boyfriend of yours and give him a beating for all he's done to you."

You gasped in shock at that, not wanting Dwayne to get hurt and also amazed by the degree of love he had for you. He'd hurt your ex boyfriend, the man who had caused you so much pain and trauma, just because he loved you? How could you deserve a relationship like this?

"I know I must sound crazy, but-"

Overcome with your emotions, you pressed your lips to Dwayne's, not knowing what else to do. His sentence was cut off, and his eyes widened in shock at your sudden display of affection.

"D-Darlin'?!"

He gasped when you pulled away from him.

"I don't deserve this... but I love you."

You said, feeling your heart beating rapidly again, but this time with love and not with fear.

Dwayne's eyes became teary as he smiled a trembling smile, pushing a flyaway strand of hair away from your face.

"You deserve the world. And I love you too."

The two of you kissed passionately again, forgetting the wounds you had received as you melted in each other's embrace.

#dwayne pride x reader #ncis nola fanfic #ncis new orleans #ncis nola #angst #hostage situation #opposite of slow burn #caretaker dwayne #abusiveboyfriend

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quanticowrites · 2 years ago

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Genuine Article Pt. 1 (Ernie Malik x Reader)

��• Aaaa my first NCIS: Hawai'i fic, I'm super stoked for this! As you can see...a multi-part fic :3 Enjoy! ••

Working at the Pearl Harbour Navy Base had seemed like a faraway dream as a kid, but here you were, pulling up to the gate in your car. An Officer came out of the building to greet you, asking for your ID and the purpose of being there. You beamed up at him.

"Special Agent (Y/n), NCIS. I just transferred here." You handed him your badge and ID and watched as he scanned it through the system. He smiled back at you once everything cleared.

"Welcome to Pearl! Guess I'll be seeing you around." He motioned with his head toward the base. "If you ever need a tour around the base, just ask for Officer Gabriel." You tried your best not to look disheveled, forcing your smile to stay on your lips.

"Thank you, but I think my new team will have the task of showing me around." His smile slightly faltered before he pressed the button to open the gate."Don't be a stranger now!" He called after you, a slight southern accent pulling out from his words. He wasn't a local, he must have been a transplant, just like you. You followed the signs for staff parking before heading inside. You were thankful your ID worked on the key fob door. With how quickly you'd transferred here you weren't sure if all of your information and clearance would arrive before you did. You followed the hallway to an elevator and punched the button for the lobby floor. That was as good a place as any to start looking for your new team. It was already a four-person team, making you the fifth member. If you remembered the names from the sheet they'd given you, the Leader's name was Jane Tennant. You wouldn't have trouble remembering that one. Jane was one of the handfuls of legends at NCIS along with Gibbs, Pride, and Hetty. It was an honor to have even been chosen by her as you had. Your name hadn't been in the transfer hub for one day when she snagged you up from the Northeast field office. You'd kind of been hoping for a transfer to New Orleans to be closer to family, but you were certainly not going to complain about being moved to the island state. The door opened, and without looking at which floor you were on, headed out of the elevator. You didn't have much time to react as a man rushed into the elevator, plowing you down to the ground and your briefcase flying open and scattering both documents and personal items throughout the elevator.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I hadn't expected anyone to be inside here! No one ever comes down to the basement." You held your breath as you looked up at your assailant. He was shorter than you, you could tell that from the ground. He crouched down and started gathering up your things. You laughed a little as you went to grab a small Hello Kitty figurine, pulling your hand back quickly as your fingers brushed against his.

“I-It’s fine. I should have noticed this wasn’t the lobby floor.” He handed you the rest of your things and you stuffed them back into your briefcase. You stood back up and saw him eyeing the multitude of stickers you’d adorned it with.

“Wow, you get around. Japan, Norfolk, Great Lakes-!” You blinked as he whacked himself in the face with his palm. “God, I’m an idiot! You’re our new transfer agent, (y/n).” You smiled, holding out your hand.

“And…your…Ernie? Right?” His file had said he was the resident tech master. He straightened and somehow, that smile of his grew larger.

“The one and only!” He hit the button for the Lobby. “Here, I was just heading up to see Tennant and the team myself, I found something relevant to the case they’re working on.”

“What’s the case?” His mood darkened.

“Hannah Freelove, the young daughter of an Admiral, was kidnapped two days ago.” You nodded, but more so for yourself. You might be new but that wasn’t going to stop you from bringing this girl back to her family. You only hoped to god it wouldn’t be in a body bag.

“I’ll help any way I can.” You couldn't tell if it was from the close confines of the elevator, but you could have sworn a dark blush had spread across his face. The Elevator doors beeped, opened, and once again Ernie was out like a flash. Shirttail of his button-up flew behind him.

You followed after him to a group of desks. There were the other agents of Tennant’s team. Jesse, Lucy, and Kai. That empty desk behind Kai’s must be yours. You didn’t put your briefcase down yet, just in case you were wrong. You’d already had one embarrassing moment, you didn’t want to have another.

“Where’s Tennant?” Jesse nodded upstairs.

“She just got pulled into a video call with the director. She said it wasn’t case related.” He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, eyes flicking to you. “Who’s your friend here, Ernie?” Ernie took a step to the side.

“Meet our new transfer agent, (y/n)!” Lucy turns into a blur as she speeds around her desk and wraps you up into a hug.

“(Y/n)! Welcome!” You let out a laugh before hugging her back.

“Thank you.” Once Lucy let you go you looked over at Ernie. “Didn’t you have something important to say?” Ernie shuffled in place before ultimately tapping his tablet.

“You’re right, I can read Jane in later, this is too important to wait.” He flipped his tablet around to show a picture of a boot print cast and the original undisturbed print in the mud. You deduced it must have been from the scene of Hannah’s abduction. “Looking at this, you probably think this boot print has no major significance, I mean, Navy-issued boots are a dime a dozen on the island-”

“Ernie,” Kai interjected to steer him back on course. “Your point?” Ernie cleared his throat.

“Well, this is a custom-designed boot. Our military boots don’t have this tread pattern at the bottom.” He used his fingers to zoom in on the cast. It looked like a barbed wire with a pair of deer hooves in the middle. That certainly was unique. “And me being me, I already checked with local shops that do this kind of thing.”

“Did you get a hit?” Jesse asked. Ernie didn’t reply at first, as he pulled up half a dozen pictures.

“Within the past year, these men bought boots with this tread. I’m judging that this print is roughly a size 13.”

“Well,” Jesse started, “ let’s go see if any of these dudes have big feet, or better yet, mud on their boots.”

“You don’t think they would've ditched ‘em by now?” Kai questioned.

“These boots had to have cost them a decent chunk of cash, no way they’d just throw them away. Not without attempting to clean them first, at least.” He motioned between himself and Kai. “Kai, you and I take the top 3, Lucy and (Y/n) you take the bottom. Ernie, by chance did you get there-” Ernie flashed a smug smile as he pulled out index cards listing information about each person, including their last registered address. Jesse chuckled as he took his three. “I don’t even know why I ask.”

“I don’t either.” Ernie quipped before waving you all off as you headed out. Before you and Lucy headed anywhere she made sure to grab a spare tactical vest from the equipment room for you, and since she knew the roads, she drove the both of you out to the house of the first person on your list.

“So…” She started, and you waited for her to continue before repeating back to her.

“So…?”

“You and Ernie!” You blinked.

“What about me and Ernie? I’ve barely known him for two hours!” She nodded, excitedly.

“Well, he was acting strange around you! Did something happen before you went to the squad room?”

“He ran into me on the elevator. I mean ran, plowed me straight to the ground.” You were going to keep the finger-touching incident to yourself. You hadn't known Lucy long but you could tell she was the kind of person to try and set her friends up. You’d just had a rather rough breakup back in Illinois, that was part of the reason you transferred. To get as far away from that as you could. It was too early to jump back into the dating game, but Lucy and the others didn’t need to know that. There was a more important matter at hand, finding Hannah. Or at the very least find the person whose boot print was at the scene. Lucy must have found that funny because she started laughing. The rest of the car ride felt like a game of twenty questions. What’s your favorite color? Movie? Ice Cream flavor? She was quite the chatterbox, but you didn’t mind. As long as she didn’t drift into your love life, you were fine with it.

She finally pulled up to the house. When you and Lucy knocked on the door he answered, and was very cooperative. He didn’t mind showing you his boots. They were still in the box. Plus, they were a size eight. Not your guy. When you met with the next man on your list you saw he was currently wearing the pair, but his pair was caked with paint, not mud. He walked you to his living room and showed you the large canvas he had on his floor, covered in the painted boot prints. He was an abstract artist. He was also a size eleven. Closer, but still not your guy. It was drawing nearer to evening, and you were hoping Jesse and Kai were having more luck. If they were, you were certain they would have called Lucy by now.

The last guy on your list had a rap sheet a mile long. Mostly only drug possession and intent to distribute, nothing that would suggest he’d take a darker step into the criminal world by kidnapping a little girl. As Lucy pulled up outside his apartment complex, you felt a churning in your gut. You just had a feeling.

“Lucy!” She was already halfway to the front door. She turned.

“Yeah?”

“Which one is his apartment again?” She pulled out the card from her pocket.

“Uh…203? Why?”

“I just have a feeling he’s gonna run for it. I’ll cover the back.” You state and run to the other side of the building, this side had patios. If he was going to try and run, it’d have to be out this door. Otherwise, he’ll have to try and get past Lucy in the front. You heard Lucy announce herself and kick in his door. You pulled your gun and watched as the patio's sliding glass door flew open and the suspect ran out, grabbing onto the railing and pulling his legs up like he was thinking of jumping. That was an easy fifteen-foot drop. If he didn’t know what he was doing there was a good chance he’d break both ankles and his legs if he was lucky.

“NCIS! Don’t even think about it!” Even from the ground, you could see his face pale. Lucy came up behind him and grabbed him by the wrists and put him in cuffs. She nodded inside.

“Boots are by the front door, and they are definitely caked in mud!” You holstered your gun.

“Buddy, you just became suspect number one.” Your stomach growled as you headed back around to go grab the suspect’s boots while Lucy put him in the back of the car. Another growl and you hoped that with a suspect in custody that someone on the team might know where to get a good bite to eat close to the base. You still had to figure out your whole living situation, but for now, a bunk at Pearl and your car were all you had.

Tag list:

@stanathanxoox , @nikkiwierden , @malindacath , @havlindzk , @countrygal17a , @memyselfandmaddox , @octobersmog , @mizzezm , @diaryofafan17 , @emmitheacefangirl , @a-sad-excuse-of-everything , @marennnx

#Ernie Malik x reader #NCIS hawai'i x reader #NCIS hawai'i fic #ncis hawai'i #I only just noticed this has been in my drafts for over a month

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foreverrandomwritings · 2 years ago

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M! Please tell me more about peanut butter and jelly!

That gif has me swooninggggg! Peanut Butter and Jelly will be a crossover fic between Top Gun Maverick and NCIS New Orleans. I am a giant sucker for both and am super stoked to tie the 2 together. I am however a bit anxious about whether it will be too much. Because there are a lot of characters to pull into the story.

#monologue with m #thanks for the ask #PB&J #phoenix x oc x bob #phoenix x OC #bob x oc #NCIS NOLA

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ao3feed-ncislosangeles · 9 months ago

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Legionários: Episódio Piloto

by 7SofiaPisciana28 10 de Agosto de 2003. Las Vegas, Nevada. 19:00. Mais uma noite normal na cidade, principalmente para a equipe do Turno da Noite, do laboratório de Criminalística de Las Vegas.. A equipe formada por Gil Grissom, Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle, Holly Gribbs, Nick Stokes e Warrick Braun, relembravam de suas vidas antes de chegaram até ali e, principalmente da fatídica noite em que Holly foi baleada. Eu juro que não fumei e nem cherei nada. Muito antes de anunciarem a série CSI: Vegas, eu já estava criando essa fic unindo as três franquias. num universo estilo Marvel, com super espiões, super soldados e etc, e tendo como personagem principal o Greg, que é meu xuxu. Com o tempo fui conhecendo Criminal Minds e as franquias de NCIS, e senti uma necessidade de introduzi-los na trama. Essa é primeira saga que eu tive coragem de posta e tenho me dedicado muito a essa saga, por isso espero que gostem. Words: 7473, Chapters: 7/7, Language: Português brasileiro Series: Part 1 of Legionários Fandoms: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, CSI: Miami, CSI: NY, Criminal Minds (US TV), NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, NCIS: New Orleans Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/M Characters: Greg Sanders (CSI), Holly Gribbs, Gil Grissom, Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Sara Sidle, Jim Brass, Mac Taylor, Horatio Caine, Stella Bonasera, Calleigh Duquesne, D. B. Russell, Julie "Finn" Finlay, Original Characters, Raymond Langston, Alden Parker, Jethro Gibbs, Dwayne "King" Pride, Henrietta Lange, David Rossi, Erin Strauss, Raymond C. Caine Sr., Bob Keaton, Danny Messer, Louie Messer, Marisol Delko, Eric Delko, Don Flack, Samantha Flack, Jessica Angell, Maxine Valera, Alexx Woods (CSI), Frank Tripp, Aiden Burn, Lindsay Monroe, Sheldon Hawkes, Tim Speedle, Jake Berkeley, Ryan Wolfe, Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Morgan Brody, Wendy Simms, Archie Johnson, Sonny Sassone, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Betty Grissom (CSI), Leon Vance Additional Tags: Family, Father-Son Relationship, Action/Adventure, Espionage, Super Soldier, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, Friendship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction via https://ift.tt/xPhWsBd

#ncis la

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underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 1 year ago

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Tell us about your favourite things please :)

Favorite things 🤔

Let’s see my favorite color is purple 💜

My favorite flowers are tulips 🌷

There ends the easy answers, my favorites change all the time

Current favorites

Music - Really digging Noah Kahan right now. A few of my favorite songs of his are, Stick Season, Dial Drunk with Post Malone , Homesick, New Perspective, She Calls Me Back

Reads (and by reads I mean fics) - Anything smutty or fluffy honestly, about my many F/Os

Shows - SEAL team, NCIS: New Orleans

Should we talk about fictional characters? I think we should given our platform. It might be a long list but here’s a decent chuck of my F/O list (let me know if you can find the pattern):

Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Garreth Weasley (Hogwarts Legacy)

Sonny Quinn (SEAL Team)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Dwayne Pride (NCIS: New Orleans)

Sebastian Lund (NCIS: New Orleans)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

Daniel whatthefuckishislastnameohright Jackson (Stargate SG-1 the show)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

#is this enough for now?#asks answered

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tammy-gregorio · 5 years ago

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hello friends

i am going to try writing again so if there are any specific prompts you want to see, send them my way!!! i’m going to be checking regularly so if one comes to you later just let me know!!

#ncis new orleans #ncis nola #tammy gregorio #hannah khoury #tammy gregorio x hannah khoury #gregkhourio #tammy x hannah #wlw #lgbt #cbs #ncis new orleans fic #ncis nola fic

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stanathanxoox · 4 months ago

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That Was Very Hot

gifs are not mine

Anonymous asked:

Dwayne Pride and reader’s wedding day, and (the ex-boyfriend) mayor Hamilton clashes the wedding reception

Everything was going perfectly, you were stood between your close family and friends in an intimate ceremony in the bar when the doors slam open.

“I hope I’m not missing out on anything important here Dwayne” you hear the arrogant voice of Mayor Hamilton chorus as he makes his way over to you and your fiance.

“Ya weren’t invited Douglas, what the hell do ya think ya doin’ here?” your fiance asks, his jaw clenched in irritation at having been interrupted on such a special day. He shoots you an apologetic look and you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m hurt Dwayne. But we had a promise. You had 72 hours to help solve the case and yet I find you here instead with these people” he casts a scowl over all of you and when his gaze lands on you he smirks

“You could’ve done better Dwayne, so much better” and that’s when you lose your cool. You punch him, not caring about the repercussions. His head snaps back as blood starts to trickle from his nose and you seeth as you say voice pitched slightly lower as you say

“You heard Dwayne, you weren’t invited Douglas. Our wedding has been planned for months and we weren’t going to put it off for you or anyone else. So you can either be civil and enjoy the vows and then fuck off out of my sight before the ceremony or just fuck off all together and we will resume the fucking case in the morning”. Your glaring at Douglas, waiting for him to bite back, but he shakes his head

“You better keep your word Dwayne, Y/N. Tomorrow morning 10am I want an update on what you know” he says as he turns and walks out the door. Your trying to calm yourself back down again when you feel the arms you so desperately adore being wrapped around your waist as he whispers

“That was very hot Y/N. Now can we get back to the vows?” you look at your fiance and nod

“Of course we can Dwayne” you say giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Tag List: @tiva-jenry-caskett-rizzles-densi, @jimmybpride, @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy, @nikkiwierden, @samchelforever007, @kirkspockbones, @xoncisxncislaxncisnolaox, @lasalle-pride-sebastian-love, @haliannej, @brooklyn-99-amyxjake, @mizzezm, @genius2050, @twilight-twihard, @cullencoven2019, @wxlfgirlx, @luciferxchloeislove, @drethanramsey-ismybabe, @sawyer-oakley-is-mighty-fine, @loverofoneshots, @aelin-thefirebreathingbitchqueen

Tag List for NCIS/NCIS NOLA: @powerpuffbubbles, @diaryofafan17, @thebeckyjolene

Tag for NCIS NOLA: @flight-of-a-robin

Tag List for Pride: @aryaarathornson, @mack-jay, @thebeckyjolene

#ncis new orleans #ncis nola #ncis nola fic #ncis nola imagine #ncis nola x reader #ncis nola reader insert #dwayne pride #dwayne pride imagine #dwayne pride x reader #douglas hamilton #douglas hamilton imagine #douglas hamilton x reader

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shipperqueen6 · 5 months ago

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Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie

Just posted ch 1 of my NCIS New Orleans fic so counting it for this 🩵🩵

NP tagging: @dr-lizortecho @ksbbb @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @honestlydarkprincess @tabbytabbytabby @exhuastedpigeon @impalachick @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz and anyone else else who wants to 🩵🩵

#fic : let me be the one #jimmy x chris #sebastian lund

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 2 years ago

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Gay Best Friend(s)

Alternate title: Non-binary Sebastian and supportive best friend Tammy. Basically, Sebastian comes out and the gays bond over tea, hugs, and illegal amounts of platonic hand-holding.

Inspired by a line that Sebastian says in Season 4, Episode 9: “Yeah, and I can’t pull off a high-heeled boot, apparently.” In which I wanted to write Sebastian in high-heeled boots, and somehow this happened.

Pairings: None

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

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“Tammy, can I talk to you about something?”

Gregorio looked up from the book that was perched on her lap to meet Sebastian’s nervous gaze. Silhouetted in the doorway, he was clad in old sweatpants and a Star Wars t-shirt, an outfit that she knew was reserved for bad days and the aftermath of hard cases. He looked almost queasy as he waited for her response. Narrowing her eyes at him, she noticed that he was fidgeting with his hands, looking away from her and then back again a few seconds later. Despite his anxious nature, Tammy didn’t think she’d ever seen Sebastian so scared. Though she didn’t know what, it was obvious from his behavior that something was wrong.

Immediately worried, Tammy scooted over to make room for him on the bed and patted the space next to her. “Yeah, of course, baby. What’s up?”

Sebastian padded towards the bed on unsteady feet, shutting the door as he went. Nervous energy was still bleeding from him with every step he took, and Tammy’s eyebrows furrowed as she tried to profile him, reading what she could from his body language in some attempt to see what was going on. She had no idea what could be upsetting him this much, and the cluelessness about what her best friend was going through was disconcerting.

When he reached the bed, Sebastian crawled under the covers and, as she expected, stole a large part of her blanket to cover himself all the way up to his shoulders. Looking over at her, he seemed to be trying to gather his courage, so Tammy waited, giving him a gentle, encouraging smile to show that, no matter what, she would support him.

Eventually, avoiding her gaze, he asked in a quiet voice that she rarely heard him use, “I, um…y-you know a lot about the LGBTQ community, right?”

“LGBTQIA+,” Tammy corrected gently, and shifted closer to him, placing a bookmark in her novel so she could give him her full attention. “I do, though I’m not an expert on everything. Why do you ask?”

Sebastian took a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. His breathing was erratic and a little too fast, so Tammy reached for one of his hands, squeezing his fingers gently. She didn’t want him to get too worked up trying to tell her whatever it was that was bothering him.

“I-I just had some questions,” Sebastian rushed out. “About some…stuff.” Tammy gave his hand another supportive squeeze, and this time, he weakly returned it.

“Well, I’ll do my best to answer them,” she promised, “and if you have any questions that I can’t answer, I can help you do some research about them too.”

“Thanks, Tammy,” Sebastian breathed, his shoulders slumping a little as some of the tension bled out of him at her response. She gave him a warm smile and rubbed slow, comforting circles into his palm.

“Of course, baby. You know I’m always here for you.”

Sebastian smiled, fleeting but genuine, and she nudged his shoulder gently. “Ask away, alright?”

He nodded, and took another deep breath, giving Tammy’s fingers a tight squeeze to gather the courage to say more. She let him, waiting patiently. She knew he would speak when he was ready.

“Okay, uh, you know I’m bi, right?” Tammy nodded, barely suppressing an amused smile and eyebrow raise; as if she could forget. Sebastian was the first person on the team that she had come out to, after he saw a tiny lesbian pride pin on her bag, conspicuously placed so as not to draw attention from the rest of her team, and excitedly told her that he was bi and knew of a great gay bar in town.

It was, by far, one of her best coming out stories.

“I was just wondering if, like, someone can be bi, and maybe have…other things going on, too?”

“You’re going to have to give me more than just ‘other things’ if you want me to answer that for you, baby,” Tammy said, resisting the urge to laugh. This was a serious moment.

“Right, sorry,” he said, wincing, and she patted his knee with her free hand, a silent You’re okay, go on. “Um, I guess I just mean…so like, someone can be bi or gay, or trans. Is there, like…more than that, too? More-More labels? Like, identities? And people can be multiple things at the same time?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Tammy answered, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “People can be gay or bi or pan or whatever and have other labels, too. You can be trans and gay, or trans and asexual and biromantic. You can also be a lot of different labels. You can be non-binary, genderfluid, agender, a bunch of different things under the trans umbrella. There’s a ton of identities out there. If you feel it, there’s probably a word for it.” She bumped his shoulder playfully, earning herself a weak smile in return.

“Can you tell me more about some of those gender identities you mentioned?” Sebastion asked, his voice so quiet that she almost didn’t hear him at first. He was fiddling with her fingers in his lap now, and Tammy could see the terrified look on his face and it all made sense. She squeezed his hand once more, trying to communicate without words that she was there for him while he discovered what more there was to his identity.

“I can,” she told him, reaching out with her free hand to rub his shoulder comfortingly. “So, non-binary is a label that people use when they don’t feel like a man or a woman. Instead they usually feel like something in between or entirely separate, like a third gender that’s not either. Genderfluid is typically when someone’s gender identity fluctuates. They can identify as female, male, or other genders at different times depending on how they feel. Agender is another gender identity that exists outside of the binary; not male or female, but something else entirely. There’s a lot more labels than that, too, and people are coining new ones for themselves all the time.” She gave him what she hoped was a supportive smile. “Like I said, if you feel it, there’s probably a word for it.”

“And-And it’s okay to feel it?” His voice was impossibly small, and broke on the last syllable.

Tammy felt her heart break at Sebastian’s words, and she reached over to pull him into a tight hug, tucking her head against his collarbone. “Of course it is, baby. It’s okay to feel and be anything, okay? It’s right, it’s always right. You’re good and perfect just the way you are. I promise.”

She felt more than heard Sebastian mumble, “Thank you,” into her hair, his chest heaving with relief at having allowed himself to ask the question he really wanted to. She could understand the feeling. When she felt a few tears drip onto the neck of her t-shirt, Tammy held him tighter, rubbing his back comfortingly and shushing him as best she could.

“You’re okay,” she promised him. “I’ve got you.” At her words, he began to cry even harder, and she whispered, “You’re safe” and “Let it out” while he sobbed into her shoulder. She felt awful that she hadn’t been able to tell he was struggling with this, but she knew she was proud of him for opening up to someone, and even more proud that it had been her. Sebastian was her best friend, and he’d helped her through more hard times than she could count. It was the least she could do to return the favor.

“S-Sorry,” Sebastian mumbled after a few minutes, when his tears began to slow to a trickle. He was trembling in her arms, and Tammy knew her own eyes were a little wet at seeing him in so much pain. She ran her fingers through the coarse hair at the nape of his neck and shushed him gently.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for,” she told him. “Come on, baby. You’re my best friend. I’m always here for you.”

Sebastian nodded into her neck, and she gave him one last squeeze before pulling away, giving him enough space to wipe his eyes and recover from the crying spell. “Do you want some tea?” she suggested, gesturing towards the kitchen. “I can make some and we can talk more in there, if you want.”

“That sounds nice,” Sebastian said, offering her a faint smile. “Thanks, Tammy.”

“Of course,” she replied immediately. “Come on. Let’s get you some tea and something to eat.” She reached for his hand and tugged him off the bed with her, and together they headed towards the kitchen.

“So, how long have you been thinking about this?” Tammy asked once Sebastian was settled at the counter on one of their barstools. She opened the cabinet and grabbed a box of tea and some hot chocolate mix while she talked. Without asking, she chose chamomile for Sebastian, and started the kettle boiling while she grabbed his favourite cup from the dishwasher.

“A few months,” Sebastian admitted, playing with his hands where they rested on the countertop. “I-I didn’t really want to, at first. I didn’t want to consider I wasn’t…” he trailed off, clearly still anxious, “...completely a man.”

“I understand,” Gregorio said, nodding at Sebastian’s words. “It’s a lot to realise you’re trans or non-binary or anything else. It took me forever to accept that I was gay, and even longer after that to start dating women and being proud of who I was.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian breathed, his shoulders slumping a little. He was relaxing, bit by bit, the longer they talked about it, which was what Tammy had hoped would happen. The teakettle whistled on the stove, and she turned and began pouring the boiling water into Sebastian’s cup to let the tea steep.

Accepting the cup from Tammy and wrapping his hands around it, Sebastian continued, “It’s just, you know, a lot of change. My mom is fine with me being bi, and she’s pretty supportive, but I don’t know how she’d feel about this, and it-it’s not like I’ve ever talked about this stuff with any of the others before. Who knows what they’d think, you know?”

“I do,” Tammy confirmed as she began the preparations for her hot chocolate. “It’s always scary trying to figure out how to come out, and when, and to who…” She shook her head. “I was terrified of telling everyone on the team, at first.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raised, and he gave her an incredulous look. “Wait, really? You always seemed so chill about it. I mean, you literally came out to LaSalle by telling him if he didn’t ask out the pretty woman you guys were talking to, you would.”

Tammy chuckled, reaching for her favorite mug and a spoon. “That’s true, but it was all an act. You guys scared me so bad at first, especially LaSalle.”

Sebastian smiled, lifting his head to meet her gaze more steadily now. “I bet I was the least of your worries.”

“Admittedly, I wasn’t exactly sweatin’ it with you, baby,” Tammy replied, gesturing to the action figures perched on a shelf in the living room and the bisexual pride flag that hung on the wall. Sebastian laughed, and the sound was like music to Tammy’s ears. Things were getting better.

They were quiet for a few minutes, as Tammy hummed to the tune of the jazz band playing on the street below, and Sebastian seemed lost in his own thoughts, fidgeting with his hands on the bar.

“Here,” Tammy said, breaking the silence, and tossed him a fidget toy from one of their many stashes hidden all over the house. Considering they were both neurodivergent, albeit in different ways, it made sense that their home was filled with boxes or miscellaneous piles of fidget toys in odd places. This particular stash was stuffed inside one of the kitchen drawers, where she kept all of the cookbooks that she bought but never used.

“Thanks,” Sebastian sighed, picking up the tangle and beginning to wrap his fingers around it. “Sorry I’m such a mess tonight, Tam. It’s just…” He shook his head, trailing off.

“It’s okay,” Tammy reassured him, checking the tea to see that it was done steeping. She reached into his cup and pulled the tea bag out, throwing it in the trash while she talked. “I get it. Figuring out who you are is hard. Coming out to someone is hard. You’re doing great, baby.” She tapped the rim of his cup and raised an expectant eyebrow at him. “Drink.”

Sebastian did, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a few sips of the warm tea. She watched as he slumped in his seat, relaxing even more from the hot drink. She smiled to herself, triumphant, and moved to take the whistling kettle off the burner so she could pour hot water into her own mug.

“When you’re ready,” she said, emphasizing her words so he wouldn’t start to panic again, “We can look up some stuff for you, and try out a few new things to see what works best.” She finished pouring the boiling water into her cup and emptied the kettle, placing it back on the stove on an unused burner. Plunking her spoon into the mug and beginning to stir, she let the quiet clinking sounds and the sight of Sebastian serenely drinking his tea guide her on the best words to say next.

“I’m not sure what label you’re leaning towards right now, and if you don’t know, that’s completely okay. There’s no rush. If you never know, even, that’s okay too. But when you’re ready, and if it sounds good to you, I have some makeup that you could try putting on. I’ll give you a few pointers.” She looked over at Sebastian for a response, and was reassured to see him grinning back at her, obviously delighted at the idea.

“We can also go shopping – it doesn’t have to be at the department store, if you think you’d be more comfortable shopping online. But we can look at some more feminine clothing for you, and if there’s anything you like, you can keep it in mind for the future. You’re welcome to try on any of my stuff, though I’m not much of a girly-girl.” She smiled at her best friend and was relieved to see Sebastian in the beginning stages of a laugh, not looking overwhelmed or panicked in the slightest. Good.

“Thanks, Tammy,” Sebastian said, a grateful smile blooming on his face. He took another drink of his tea before continuing, “I – uh – I was thinking non-binary sounded kind of cool, actually. As a label for me. And maybe…he/they pronouns?”

“Awesome,” Tammy replied, nodding her head enthusiastically. “Non-binary is very cool, Sebastian. So is he/they. I’ll start calling you by them whenever we’re around the house from now on.” She leaned over the bar to give him a high-five, and he slapped her hand with more gusto than she’d seen in a few weeks, at least. Her palm stung afterwards, but it was worth it.

“Hey,” Tammy said, her tone becoming serious, “I’m proud of you. You know that, right?” She propped herself up on her elbows and took one of his hands, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. “I know it takes a lot of courage to come out, even to just one person. Even to your best friend. You did great, baby.”

Sebastian’s eyes filled with tears once more, but this time, he was smiling as they slid down his cheeks, and he didn’t try to hide them from Tammy. “Thank you. You-You really have no idea what that means to me.”

“I think I do, actually,” Tammy replied, her voice soft. “We’re both gay, remember? Even if it’s not the same thing, it’s similar enough, I’ll bet.” She raised her cup in the air to clink against Sebastian’s in an informal toast, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Based on the grin they gave her as he returned the toast, it worked.

“Technically, I’m half gay,” Sebastian informed her after they’d both taken a drink, and Tammy threw her head back in a long, loud laugh.

“Of course that’s the part you would focus on,” she said, smiling fondly at him. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m your idiot,” Sebastian replied, without missing a beat.

“Yeah, you are,” Tammy said, her voice turning soft and affectionate. “Forever and always, baby.” She tapped her index finger against the mug she was using, a custom piece that Sebastian had made for her, upon which the words Best Friends Forever! To my BFF, Tammy were scrawled in Sebastian’s messy handwriting.

With that, Tammy was rounding the corner of the bar and drawing Sebastian into another warm embrace. She felt them relax fully in her arms, and she gave him a tight, reassuring squeeze to let them know he wasn’t alone. No matter what happened, she would always have his back.

“Love you, Tam,” Sebastian mumbled into her neck. “Thanks for being, well, you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Tammy replied, “and there’s no need to thank me for that. I don’t know how to be anyone else.”

“Good,” Sebastian said, burying his face in her shoulder. “Don’t.”

Tammy chuckled and ran a hand through their hair once again. “I won’t, I promise.” She pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, and said, “Just as long as you promise me you won’t, either.”

Sebastian smiled, and said, “I promise.”

“Good.”

They stood together for a few more minutes, locked in a warm embrace, before Sebastian pulled away, giving her one last squeeze and reaching for his discarded tea mug. Tammy rounded the counter to collect hers, as well, and together they moved into the living room, placing their cups on the coffee table and collapsing onto the sofa.

“Hey, uh, I’m still not sure when this will happen yet, but w-when I do tell the others, will you come with me?” Sebastian asked, looking up at Tammy hopefully from their position next to her on the couch. He was slumped over, their head resting on Tammy’s shoulder, and she couldn’t help but smile at the trust he placed in her.

“Of course I will,” Tammy said, reaching over to take their hand once more. “Whatever you need, baby, I’m here. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Sebastian breathed, and he closed his eyes, obviously exhausted from their talk and the emotional upheaval of coming out to her. Tammy wrapped an arm around their shoulders, encouraging them to rest even more of his weight on her, and rubbed his upper arm comfortingly.

“Always,” she said, and with that, Sebastian allowed himself to drift off into sleep, settled in the knowledge that, no matter what happened, he would always have his best friend by his side to support him.

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bullet-prooflove · 9 days ago

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New Characters:

Eddie Diaz (911)

Bodhi (Tulsa King)

John Winchester (Supernatural)

New Fics:

911:

Box Breathing - Eddie's been struggling since Christopher left.

Always - You make a promise to Eddie.

Real - Eddie tells you he wants something real.

911 Lone Star:

Not A Good Time - Judd won't tell you what's really going on.

The Bear:

Taylor Swift - A conversation about Taylor Swift turns into a proposal.

Chicago Med:

Insatiable - You and Dean navigate menopause together.

Cobra Kai:

Like A Virgin (NSFW) - Terry wishes he'd been your first.

Out of Love - You're convinced things will change when you get home to LA.

FBI:

Not How It Works - Stuart knows how it never works that way with you.

Haven:

Hand Drawn Heart - You go on the run after Evi turns up with news for Duke.

No Colour Without You - Dwight tries to maintain contact when you try to withdraw.

JAG:

Fun - Mic suggests the two of you have a little fun.

Mayor of Kingstown:

ASMR (NSFW) - Listening to you is like ASMR for Robert's dick.

Battle Scars - Mike tells you how he feels after a near miss.

NCIS:

Talking In Your Sleep - Jimmy's used to you talking in your sleep.

NCIS-Origins:

Right Here - You come home to find Gibbs waiting for you on your doorstep.

Wait It Out - You and Gibbs wait out a threat to your saftey.

Shirt (NSFW) - Mike turns up to a crime scene to find you wearing his shirt.

Psych:

Lock The Door - Carlton will always pick up the phone to you.

Supernatural:

Did You Miss Me? (NSFW) - John shows you just how much he's missed you.

Tulsa King:

Pause - Mitch realises he hasn't been listening to you.

Martini - Mitch and Lola have it out at the bar.

A Skyful of Stars - Mitch tracks you down to a bar in New Orleans.

Poppy Seeds - You take care of a problem for Cal.

You Can Leave Your Hat On (NSFW) - Things change for you and Cal.

Tantric - Bodhi and you have something truly unique.

Every Single Inch (NSFW) - Dwight and you play a game of just the tip.

Twisters:

Not Yet - Tyler isn't ready to let go just yet.

Yellowstone:

Kitty - Ryan knows something's not right when he seees you with another man.

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cinnikiroll · 4 months ago

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love letters and coffee stains

Summary: Hannah thought she'd be without a soulmate for her whole life. But then she noticed the coffee stain on Tammy's shirt.

Word Count: 1,728 words

If you like this fic, please do check out my other fanfics on AO3 under the username cinnikiroll. Here is a link to my profile, where I have fics from other fandoms for your viewing pleasure!

As the raindrops fell, beating a melancholy melody on the windowpane, Hannah Khoury awoke from a restless sleep.

It was still early. She didn't have to be at work for several hours, so she had time to relax before throwing herself into the stressful life of a NCIS agent. After changing into her work clothes and making a warm cup of coffee, she sat outside on her porch, which was protected from rain by an eave that jutted out over it.

Even on this miserable rainy day, New Orleans was bustling with people. Almost all of them were holding hands, sporting matching outfits or tattoos or other signs that they were soulmates, and happy ones at that.

Hannah looked down at her slender arm sadly. Ever since childhood, she had hoped to see a tattoo appear one day of a name, a promise that she did indeed have a soulmate and wasn't destined to be alone all her life.

But fate was cruel, and to this day, no tattoo had appeared.

Looking out at the happy couples surrounding her, she felt a bitter feeling arise in her chest, a mix of jealousy and hatred. Her hands trembled as she tried to control it, and her shaking hands inadvertently led to her coffee spilling all over her clean work shirt.

"Oh no! That was my last clean shirt!"

She cried out, trying frantically to clean the hot liquid off of her clothes.

It was too late, though, and a huge ugly stain ended up spreading across her chest. Looking down at the stain just exacerbated her feelings of bitterness, and she cursed in a soft voice, pouring the rest of her coffee- it was mostly grains anyway, all the good stuff had been spilled on her shirt- into the sink.

There were windows wherever she looked, exposing her to the omnipresent joy and mirth that existed in the outside world, even on such a miserable day. Staring out of the window above her sink, Hannah dreamed of a day where she didn't have to wake up in her bed alone, where she had someone to brighten her day. Woman, man, she didn't care. She just needed a companion, before her whole life became colorless and hopeless.

Her phone rang out with an alarm, shocking her out of her sorrowful reverie. It was already time to get to work? How was that possible? Had she really been daydreaming that long?

Turning her back to the city shrouded by gray clouds that were constantly diminishing in mass, her body silhouetted by the occasional shaft of sunlight piercing through the darkness, Hannah sluggishly moved to get her NCIS raincoat from her closet. An unremarkable gray umbrella rested against the back wall, and she picked that up too, just in case any of her coworkers needed shelter from the torrential downpour.

I'm so kind to everyone, yet I still have not found anyone to love me...

She sighed deeply, zipping up her raincoat and going out into the world that was slowly becoming more monochrome every day.

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The drive to NCIS headquarters was uneventful as always. Couple after couple passed by, their visages blurred by the rain constantly dropping down on Hannah's windows and windshield.

Her hands were tense, knuckles white on the steering wheel as she cautiously drove below the speed limit. As much as she viewed her life as worthless without a soulmate, she wasn't willing to drive the speed limit or above in this weather. She didn't want to die- at least, not in such a horrible way.

As she neared the headquarters, she noticed her boss, Dwayne Pride, and his wife, Rita Devereaux, standing out in the rain. She was holding an umbrella over him as he fetched a bag from his car of what looked like beignets from Desiree's Beignets packed neatly into elegant little boxes. When their eyes met, he locked lips with her, and she dropped the umbrella in shock, trapping them in the rain.

Hannah's lip reading skills were consummate, and she easily determined exactly what the couple, who were obviously soulmates, were saying.

I'm sorry!

Rita exclaimed, hastily picking up the umbrella from the ground and covering her rather wet and flustered husband with it once again.

Dwayne laughed, not at all upset by the rain's sudden incursion on their intimate moment, and leaned close to kiss his wife on the cheek lightly.

Nothin' to worry about, darlin'. I personally think a little sprinkling of rain makes me look all the more attractive... not to mention you as well.

Rita's cheeks turned a beautiful, delicate pink with a blush at her husband's words, and Hannah looked away huffily.

She didn't want to torture herself by looking at what she could never have any longer. Her heart heavy with sorrow, she parked her car outside NCIS headquarters and entered, not even bothering to greet Dwayne, who looked away for his wife for a moment to wave at her and call her name.

Once inside, she collapsed at her desk, closing her eyes and trying to erase any images of happy couples and any negative emotions associated with them from her head. She needed to be focused on her cases now, not on her stupid feelings.

Engrossed in work, she didn't notice Tammy Gregorio, one of if not her favorite coworker, standing over her desk until the other woman touched her hand gently.

The simple act of an affectionate touch felt like a lightning strike to Hannah, who instantly stiffened and shot her gaze upwards to look at the other woman.

She touched me! Does that... does that mean...?

"Any new developments on the case?"

Tammy's New York accent may not have been attractive to some, but to Hannah, it was charming. She could listen to the other woman talk for hours, curled up with a warm cup of tea...

Lost in her own thoughts and desires, she didn't notice that her eyes had steadily been drifting downwards until they settled on something that made her heart stop.

Right on Tammy's chest, a coffee stain sat. That wouldn't be intriguing in the slightest, except for the fact that the shape, size, and location of the stain were the exact same as the shape, size, and location as Hannah's stain.

"You... have a coffee stain on your shirt."

Her voice was choked, staggered.

She couldn't believe that this was possible. That after all these years of hoping, begging, praying for a soulmate had finally bore fruit. And a beautiful fruit, nonetheless.

It was too good to be true. If she wasn't feeling jittery from the coffee she'd drunk earlier, she would've discounted the whole experience as a dream.

But this was real. And it was everything she'd ever hoped it would be.

"Yeah, I do. This damn coffee maker... it's so temperamental. I see why Quentin likes his fancy one so much better."

The deep, passionate laugh that emanated from their coworker upon hearing his name mentioned made Hannah cringe. She didn't know that her rapid fall in love had been witnessed, much less by a man such as Quentin Carter. Her face flushed pink, and she looked back down at her files, suddenly shy.

Tammy noticed the shift in her demeanor and softened her own demeanor up to match, moving over to stand by Hannah's side and take the other woman's hands in hers. She knew how obnoxious Quentin could be, how easily he riled everyone up. She didn't want Hannah- one of her favorite, if not her most favorite coworker- to be bothered by his narcissistic nature.

It was when she looked down to try and meet Hannah's eyes that she saw why the woman was so emotional.

Spread across her chest was a coffee stain exactly the same as the one Tammy had on her own chest.

Knowing what that could mean, the possibility that they were soulmates... it caused her to take several steps back in shock. Her mouth opened wide, her dark eyes moving rapidly between the two stains.

"We're-"

She could only get one word out, so overcome with the intensity of the situation.

Hannah shot up from her chair and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her lips teased the skin beneath Tammy's ear, and the tall Italian moaned softly at the tenderness of the caress.

"Soulmates.

The weight of that one word brought both women to their knees, collapsing onto the ground. They held one another, caressing each other passionately and loving one another to make up for the years of pain they'd sustained without soulmates.

Quentin's laughs increased in intensity until he was doubling over, but neither woman cared. They were in their own world, a world that nobody could interfere in.

And, in this world, Hannah finally felt happy.

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Three Years Later

Hannah woke up yet again to a torrential downpour. Classic spring in New Orleans- either hot, humid, and miserable or lukewarm, rainy, and equally as miserable.

It was still early. She didn't have to be at work for a few hours. So she relaxed, making a cup of coffee and heading out to her porch.

This time, the porch was no longer unattended, and the world was no longer colorless.

Nestled under the vanilla-colored eaves, curled up comfortably in her NCIS raincoat, was Tammy Gregorio. Her folded hands boasted a beautiful diamond ring, shining on this cloudy day like a second sun.

And, just like their first meeting, a coffee stain covered her shirt.

"I love you, eshgham."

Hannah murmured, curling up on the already cramped chair and pulling her (thankfully shorter) wife into an embrace that said more than words ever could.

"I love you too, mio cuore."

The two women intertwined their fingers together, and watched as their monochrome worlds were dyed in each other's color.

The rain beat down steadily, a typically intimidating and saddening presence becoming a beautiful backdrop to their blooming romance.

"I'm so glad you're my soulmate," Hannah murmured lovingly, her lips and teeth slowly teasing Tammy's shoulder blades.

Tammy moaned in response, her body melting and becoming pliant in her wife's skillful hands.

Looking out at her world that had once been monochrome, she could see in full color the majesty of the sky.

And in that sky, she hoped that Hannah would forever stay her brightest star.

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