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Damn It, NO!

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Title: Damn It, NO!

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1,010

Warnings: shots fired *pew pew*, injured reader, angsty

A/N: Friday is a special day! Instead of getting a fic and a drabble, you get two fics today! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! The second fic will be a different request, but it will be more of a part two to this one.

This was requested by an anon: I was wondering if you could do one where Y/N gets shot in the field and it’s just the two of them and she starts to tell LaSalle she loves him, but he says no because that means she’s accepting that she’s dying, and he won’t let her die.

It was a summer night and you and LaSalle were chasing a lead.  Normally Pride didn’t send you out late at night, but this case was different.  These guys operated at night and you needed to get there before they could leave.  

LaSalle pulled his truck to a stop a block away from the warehouse.  He turned off the engine, putting the keys into his pocket.  While Percy was away on personal business, you and LaSalle were partners for the time being.  You admired the agent, but recently your feelings for him had blossomed into something more.

“You remember the plan don’cha [Y/N],” LaSalle asked, glancing over at you.  When you nodded, LaSalle opened his door and hopped out of his truck.  LaSalle rounded around his truck, joining you by your side.  “If they start shootin’ just duck for cover.  These guys are probably gunna wanna run from us.”

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stanathanxoox  asked:

Please if requests are still open can you please do 3, 5 and 10 with LaSalle x reader? Love your prompts 😍😍



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Summary:  Leaving New Orleans is heartbreak.

Pairing:  Christopher LaSalle x reader

Warnings: Pure angst!

Word Count:  266

Reading Time: 1 minutes-ish

Request: Prompt list requests are closed - new prompt list coming soon.

Prompt:  #3: “Please don’t walk out of that door.”
#5: “Don’t you love me?”

A/N: ♥ I am so sorry for this angst fest! And thank-you for editing your prompts ♥ Feedback is always  welcomed and requests are open (no prompts), and you can be added to the tag list XoX

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C’mon In

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Title: C’mon In

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,116

Warnings: talk of abuse, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/N: I know it’s late, but I was easily convinced to post this tonight. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by anon: I’d like to request a Pride imagine of the reader going to Pride after their ex beat them and Pride cleaning the reader up and comforting them.

It was late at night and Pride was walking through the squad room.  He stopped to look at your desk.  You had been on edge lately and he was worried about you.  Earlier in the day, you had jumped at his touch.  It broke Pride’s heart.  As much as he wanted to know what was going on, he didn’t want to pry.

“Pride,” you squeaked, standing in the entrance to the office.  You were holding your arms, your keys in your hands.  “I need your help…”

When the agent peered over at you, his eyes grew wide.  You were covered in cuts and bruises.  Your nose and lip were bloody and there was a cut on your forehead.  It didn’t look too deep, fortunately for you.

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Don’t Say Her Name

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Title: Don’t Say Her Name

Characters: Pride x Reader, LaSalle, Mayor Hamilton

Word Count: 869

Warnings: angst, mayor hamilass

A/N: I uh… I had to write this okay. I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3

As Pride arrived at the crime scene he definitely wasn’t pleased to see mayor Hamilton.  With Percy in jail and Patton on the sidelines, he would hurt Hamilton given the chance.  The two men locked eyes for a few seconds.  Pride quickly looked away, knowing that was his only choice if he wanted to contain his frustrations.  However, Hamilton felt extra cocky today and wasn’t willing to walk away, not just yet.

“You know Dwayne, your team is looking a little sporadic,” Hamilton noted with a grin.  “How about we just call it a truce?”

Pride stopped in his tracks, looking over at LaSalle who returned his glare.  “How ‘bout you do your job, and ah’ll do mine,” Pride suggested, glancing over his shoulder.  “You should know the famous line ‘innocent until proven guilty’, right mayor?”

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Pride Prompt Request

This was requested by an Anon:  15. “Stop distracting me.” and Pride

Word Count: 277

Warnings: angst, fluff, comfort

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Pride’s fingers slid along the piano keys.  He didn’t look up when you closed the door to his living space.  He was too stressed about what had been happening lately.  He had to think of a way to take down Hamilton.  Otherwise things were going to get worse for his team, and New Orleans.

You came up behind him, rubbing his arms slowly.  You expected Pride to say something, but he didn’t say a single word.  You were starting to worry about the agent.  You let your hands slide over his shoulders and onto his chest, where your hands roamed freely.  You could feel him take a deep breath as your hands rubbed against the soft cotton fabric of his t-shirt.

“[Y/N],” Pride mumbled, taking your hands away from his chest.  “Stop distractin’ me.”  It sounded as if he was pleading with you, but you weren’t willing to give up that easily.  You knew that voice all too well.

You walked around the bench he was sitting on and straddled his lap.  You placed your hands on his broad shoulders.  “It looks like you need one,” you spoke softly, meeting his gaze.  He looked drained and exhausted.  “Just relax Dwayne.”

As you leaned in, you could feel his hands rest themselves on your waist.  You pressed your lips against Pride’s.  Your kiss was gentle and loving.  It was what he needed.  You let Pride break the kiss when he wanted to.  

You cradled Pride’s face in your hands, seeing a small hint of a smile.  “Thank ya darlin’,” Pride whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

Whether Pride knew it or not, sometimes he needed a distraction.

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Professor Pride Series Masterlist

This series is finished :)

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4

Week 5

Week 6

Week 7

Week 8

Week 9

Week 10

Week 11

Week 12

Week 13

Week 14

Week 15

Winter Break (Special bonus)

Week 16

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LaSalle’s Confession

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Title: LaSalle’s Confession

Characters: LaSalle x Reader, Loretta, Sebastian, and Pride

Word Count: 1,149

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3 (This was a separate request, but it made a great part two to Damn It, NO!)

This was requested by Anon: LaSalle x reader where you take a bullet for him and the reader almost doesn’t survive but when the reader wakes up after surgery LaSalle and you get like together as a couple and confess that they’re in love with each other

After you were in the ambulance, LaSalle bolted to his truck so he could follow the emergency vehicle.  He knew you were in better hands now, but he wasn’t sure if you were still going to make it or not.

As LaSalle was following the emergency vehicle, he dialed up Pride on his phone.  “Hey King,” LaSalle greeted in the calmest voice he could muster.  The sirens in front of him didn’t help his situation either.  

“LaSalle what’s goin’ on,” Pride asked urgently.  “Is everythin’ alright?”

“Not exactly,” LaSalle stated flatly.  “Those guys at the warehouse shot at us.  We took ‘em all out, but [Y/N] got shot in the shoulder.  I’m behind the ambulance that’s escortin’ her to the hospital.  I called to letcha know what happened and that there’s bodies for ya at the warehouse.  The fourth guy is still missin’.  He wasn’t even there.”

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Pride & Scared

This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! :)

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There weren’t many times where you could say that you were scared on the job.  However, being shot at with little to no cover was definitely one of those times.  You were trying to get back to work when two cars screeched to a stop and people started shooting at you.  You had no idea why anyone would be shooting at you, but in your line of work you couldn’t be too surprised.

You could hear more tires screech to a halt and yet the gunfire continued.  You heard shouting and then more gunfire, but you were too terrified to move or look.  Your gun was in the glove compartment of your car and there was nothing you could do, even if you wanted to.

Pride came around the back of your car.  You assumed that the rest of the team was covering him as he ran up to your car.  He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly for a few seconds.  By the look on your face, he could tell how scared you were.

“It’s alright [Y/N],” Pride whispered into your ear, his head resting against yours.  “Ah’ve got’chu, just breathe, okay?”

Once the bullets stop flying, Pride leaned back slightly.  One of his hands reached up to cradle our face.  “You’re gonna be okay baby,” Pride reassured you, his expression soft and kind.  “We gotta get you back to the office.  Ah’ll explain everythin’ when we get there.”

Pride slowly stood you up and slid his arm around your waist.  He led you to his car, sitting you down in the passenger seat.  He only stepped away for a few moments to give a few orders, but after that he was all yours.  The agent knew that you needed him and he was willing to give you every second of his time.

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Pride & Worried

This was requested by anon! I hope you guys enjoy this! :)

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No one should be expected to smile every second of everyday.  Pride himself couldn’t even pull that off.  Even so, he noticed that there seemed to be a dark cloud looming over your head.  He had yet to see you smile once.  Not even when he greeted you with a kiss as you came into work.

The two of you were alone in the car and he decided now was a good time as any to bring up the subject of your feelings.  The agent took a quick glance over at you before returning his eyes to the road.  “I didn’t wanna say anything in front of the others,” Pride began, “but is everythin’ okay between us?  I didn’t upset you did I?”

You turned your head in Pride’s direction and let your hand fall to your lap.  “What?” you said, your eyebrows furrowing forward.  “Of course not, why would you think that?”

Although it was nice to hear that you weren’t upset with him, he was still worried that there was something you weren’t talking about.  “What’s got you so down baby,” Pride asked.  “I haven’t seen you like this since your momma left town last month.  This isn’t about her is it?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands.  “No, I’m just not having a great day, that’s all,” you spoke, your voice hushed.  “I’m sorry I made you think it was you.”

Pride reached over to grab your hand.  He brought the back of your hand to his lips and took a brief glance over at you.  “When we get home, I’ll make you some tea and we can relax for the night, okay?”

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Caught in the Rain

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Title: Caught in the Rain

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1,073

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

A/N: I wanted to surprise all of you with something! I want to start writing for LaSalle! So here is a little something I wrote last night.  I hope to get some LaSalle requests <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!! <3 <3

The warm rain pelted your skin as you stood outside of LaSalle’s house.  You had only been working here for a year.  Everyone was so welcoming, especially LaSalle.  They made sure you had a place to stay until you eventually had one of your own.  You were supposed to move into your new place this week.  LaSalle was excited to help you move into your new place.  For some reason you didn’t feel the same.

Ever since you moved to New Orleans to be on Pride’s team, LaSalle was always by your side no matter what.  It wasn’t common for you to get that kind of support.  It didn’t help that you felt attracted to LaSalle.  Living with him only made you fall deeper in love with the agent.

LaSalle knew that you suffered from depression and anxiety.  He was always there when you needed him; even if it was late at night.  There were times where he would sacrifice his chance to sleep, just to help you.  On occasion he would let you sleep in his bed.  Those were the nights you loved the most.  When you were with LaSalle, you were happy; you felt like nothing in the world could ever drag you down.  Now you weren’t sure what would happen.  There was no way LaSalle would drive in the middle of the night just to comfort you or calm you down.

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Family Troubles Part 1

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Pairing: Sebastian Lund x Reader (featuring the NOLA squad)

Word Count: 1,989

Warnings: angst

A/N: There are four parts to this mini series! This will not be a fluffy series lol. There maybe be fluff at the end to compensate for the hurt feelings, but other than that RIP YOUR FEELINGS. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Sebastian was sitting in his lab, working on forensics for cases unrelated to NCIS.  He was glad that he wasn’t working on anything for NCIS right now.  It would remind him of you, and he hadn’t seen you in over a week.  You were apparently taking some personal time and that worried the forensic agent.

Loretta came into the lab, bringing stomach contents with her.  She could tell that something was wrong with Sebastian.  He wasn’t as talkative as he usually was.  The coroner set down the jar on the counter behind Sebastian.

“Okay what’s got you so upset,” Loretta asked, concerned evident in her voice.  “Every time I see you, you’re moping.”

“I’m not moping,” Sebastian mumbled.  “I just-  I’m concerned about [Y/N].”  Sebastian sat up straight and faced Loretta.  “There has to be a reason that she took off this much time.  What if she doesn’t come back?  What if she leaves like Merri did?”

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LaSalle Prompt Request

This was requested by @hungrybishop: 10. Stop telling me you’re okay. With LaSalle 😍 

Word count: 426

Warnings: angst/fluff

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This had been the third night in a row that you would skip going to the bar with the rest of the team.  Everyone assumed that you were tired, but LaSalle was your partner, he knew better.  After he excused himself, he decided to drive to your apartment to check up on you.  He felt as if you were hiding something.

When you opened your apartment door, you were shocked to see LaSalle.  He brushed past you as you closed the door.  “Did you need something Chris,” you asked, turning around and sticking your hands in your pockets.

“Why didn’t’cha come’ta the bar with us [Y/N],” LaSalle questioned.  “This is the third night in a row.  Is somethin’ wrong?”

“No,” you lied.  “I’m okay, everything is fine.”  You looked away from LaSalle.  You wanted to be honest, but how could you?

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“I’d rather die” with LaSalle

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You had your gun pointed at the suspect.  They had a bomb strapped to their chest and you knew that if you looked away he would blow the whole warehouse to pieces.  LaSalle was standing beside you, his gun aimed at the suspect as well.

“LaSalle go,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the man in front of you.  “I’ve got this.”

LaSalle glimpsed at you, upset that you would even tell him to leave you behind.  “I’d rather die [Y/N],” LaSalle retorted.  “There’s no way I’m leavin’ you behind.”

“If we both die there’s no way Pride will know where the other bombs are,” you reasoned, holding back the tears that threatened to spill out of their ducts. “You’ve gotta trust that I have this LaSalle.”

You had a point, but he loved you too much to just leave you here.  He wanted you to live.  He felt like if he left, you would cease to exist.  He didn’t trust the man with a bomb strapped to his chest.

LaSalle lowered his gun, turning to face you.  He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for a few seconds.  “Be careful Sugar Belle, ya hear,” LaSalle ordered, his voice cracking.  “Once I call King, we’re gonna cuff ‘im and we’re gonna leave together.  Understand?”  You nodded your head, listening to the agent’s footsteps drifting away from your earshot. 

As LaSalle informed his boss of what was going on, he saw you running from the building.  He immediately dropped his phone and ran towards you.  LaSalle wrapped his arms around you as the building exploded.  The two of you were sent a couple of yards forward.

LaSalle didn’t care about the injuries he may have; he only cared about you right now.  He dragged you over to his truck, leaning you against the vehicle.  He reached for his phone, calling for help.  He couldn’t lose you, not now.

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anonymous asked:

“What? You think you’re the only one suffering?” with Dwayne Pride

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You sat at your desk, resting your head in your hands.  You hadn’t gone home like the rest of your team had.  You wanted to solve this case and get away from the feelings that this case had brought out of your subconscious.  Feelings you thought had been repressed enough to where you would never feel them again.

Pride walked into the room, exhaling heavily when he saw you at your desk.  “Ah thought ah told ya to go home [Y/N],” Pride muttered, resting his hand on his hips.  “Ya need to get some rest.”

“I can’t Pride,” you protested, not looking up at him.  “This case needs to be over so I can forget about everything this case reminds me of.”

“What?  You think you’re the only one sufferin’,” Pride questioned.  “Have ya looked around [Y/N]?  Everyone is takin’ this case hard.”

You looked up at Pride with tears in your eyes.  You stood up, approaching the agent.  You put your index finger to his chest, clenching your jaw.  “I know Dwayne,” you mumbled.  “Don’t you think I’m trying to keep it all together?  Do you know how hard it is to look a little girl in the eye and tell her that her mom isn’t coming home?  Do you know how hard it is…  When that little girl is the same age as I was when I lost my mom…”  Your words trailed off as sobs left your body.

Pride wrapped his arms around you, rubbing small circles on your back.  “Shhh,” Pride soothed.  “You’re gonna be okay darlin’.  Let it all out.”

Pride let you cry as long as you needed to.  He didn’t know what you were going through, but that wasn’t going to stop him from comforting you the best that he could.

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Professor Pride Week 15

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Title: Professor Pride Week 15

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs, and Dog!Tony

Word Count: 1,434

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

A/N: This is NOT the end for these two.  I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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It was finals week.  The last week you would be on campus; possibly the last week you would see Dwayne.  No matter what, you had to be out of your dorm by the end of the week.  You plopped down in your seat, running your hand over the smooth wooden surface.  You’d miss sitting here.  

You looked up when you heard the door open.  You were twenty minutes early to class, and so was Dwayne.  He had a coffee in his hand, his briefcase in the other.  He padded up to your desk, placing the coffee down in front of you.

“Ah got’cha your favorite,” Pride spoke in a low, sweet voice.  The professor pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds.  “Good luck [Y/N], ah know you’ll do great.”

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Professor Pride Week 4

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Title: Professor Pride Week 4

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader, Coach!LaSalle

Word Count: 1,292

Warnings: slight angst, slight fluff

A/N: Surprise!! I hope you enjoy the next part of this series!! <3 <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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As you sat in your seat on Tuesday, you couldn’t help the way your eyes would slowly droop close.  Each time you found it harder to keep your eyes open.  You ended up falling asleep with your chin in your hand.  

“That’s all I got for ya today,” Pride declared as he padded back to his desk.  “Read the next chapter and prepare for a test next week.  No class thursday.  Ah no how y’all like to go to parties on the day of homecomin’ so ah won’t expect ya to come to class the next day.”

As students left the classroom, he couldn’t help but notice how you were fast asleep in your seat.  Pride shook his head, watching the last student leave.  His eyes fell back on you, worry washing over him.  You didn’t seem like the student who would fall asleep in class.

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Professor Pride Week 13

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Title: Professor Pride Week 13

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,316

Warnings: fluff, angst

A/N: Happy Tuesday! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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As you sat in class on Tuesday morning, you held a letter in your hand.  It was addressed to you, from your mom.  You knew this wasn’t some heartfelt letter saying she missed you or that she loved you.  She never even called when the university informed her of what had happened to you.  Neither did your father, but you weren’t surprised.  Your dad cared more about his business than anything else.  You weren’t paying attention to a single word Dwayne was saying.  All you could do was stare at the envelope in your hands.

You opened the envelope, taking the folded piece of paper out.  Usually your mom used stationary that reflected the tone of the letter.  This letter was written on notebook paper.  It was as if you were no longer worth her effort, or her time.  You reluctantly unfolded the letter, reading it carefully.

Dear [Y/N],

I received a call from your university a few weeks ago telling me what happened.  Yes, I chose not to contact you.  We all wanted to take time to process things.  

I remember introducing you to Chad last summer.  He’s a good boy.  We heard what happened in detail from Chad’s father.  He no longer wishes to sponsor your father’s business, since you pressed charges on Chad.  He was a big help to your father and his business.  Now, thanks to you, your father’s business might fail.  Without Chad’s father to help, things don’t look good for the business.  I’m sure you can imagine how upset your father is.

This letter is to inform you that you are no longer welcome at home.  We depended on you.  You’ve tarnished the family name.  What you’ve done, will not be forgiven, or forgotten.  

We’ll send you your things if you have an address to give us.  Otherwise it will be thrown away.  You have a month to send us an address.


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