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A DiNozzo Surprise (Anthony DiNozzo x Reader)

•• Hello, hello! I wrote something real quick for my birthday today! Enjoy! ••

“Make way! Special delivery coming through!” You turned your attention from the case report you were typing up towards the elevator, where Tony was pushing a cart with a large pink box on top. You wondered what it was before you froze, remembering what today was.

“Oh my god.” You said as Tony turned into the bullpen. “Tony, you didn’t.” He smirked.

“What? Did you forget your birthday?” He said it jokingly, but after seeing your face he blinked. “Seriously?”

“It’s been a busy week!” You stressed before leaning back. “I can’t believe I forgot!” You sighed. “At least somebody remembered.”

“Not just me, (y/n).” He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. You cringed at the sharpness of it. You jumped out of your chair as confetti cannons went off on each side of the bullpen before Ellie and Tim stood up.

“Happy Birthday!”

“As a fellow woman, I won’t ask how old you are.” Ellie winked and you smiled.

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“I know how old you are.” Tony cooed.

“Yes,” You started, coming around your desk and taking Tony by the tie. “You do. But, if you want any chance of having some fun later, you’re not going to share that.” He growled.

“Oh. Feisty today, are we?” You leaned in closer.

“You could say that.” You pecked him on the lips. “Thank you, Tony.”

“I couldn’t just let you NOT celebrate! It would go against the DiNozzo way!”

“The DiNozzo way?” Ellie chided as you stepped back from Tony.

“Yes, the DiNozzo way!” Tony acted like he pulled out a sword from his hip. “A DiNozzo never misses an opportunity to party!” You laughed. Knowing Tony, and knowing his dad, that was a true statement.

"Dinozzo." The three of you jumped at Gibb's sudden appearance at the other side of the bullpen. "You plan on cutting that cake today or what?"

"Right on it, Boss." Tony opened the box and started taking out already pre-cut pieces. A hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at Gibbs. He smiled down at you.

"Happy Birthday, (Y/n)."

"Thanks, Boss."

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Expresso Shots

Tony DiNozzo x Male Reader

Fandom -> NCIS

Requested by -> @sukuna-wafiu

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A faint smell of medium dark roasted coffee—long forgotten and cold by now, from its loneliness of ignored attention—brewed with the distinctive flavour of caramel and ginger spice in it, lingered through the room like a warm breeze of early autumn afternoons—when the sun slowly slipped away, with its last few warm breath of light, into the darkness.

There's a particular spot, kinda like a mark or close to resembling a scar, on the orange coloured wall—in between the hung up frames of different scenery from Washington D.C, Maryland and Virgina—and Tony never took notice of that spot till now and he have to say, it looks absolutely ugly to look at it.

Tony didn't even know why he keeps staring at it, because when he gotten back to your office section—minimal surprised to see it empty as, by the time now, you and others of your colleagues should be back from the investigations—after having brought the cups of Coffee for the daily shared break, waiting for you, Tony's attention had been unintentional drawn to the ugly mark on the wall.

You're awfully late, Tony noted—glancing down onto his watch—10pm already and you told him you would be back from the investigations by 4, yet your desk still empty and void of your presence.

»DiNozzo? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Hospital?« it's Lacy's voice, which pulled Tony out of his stupor staring.

Lacy Lacrosse—or Lala as you would nickname her from time to time, is one of your teammates and close to being a good friend—had been surprised to find Tony still in the office, questioning why no one seemed to have informed Tony—despite him being your emergency contact number one—about your situation conditions and your stay in the hospital.

»What you mean hospital? I'm waiting for [Name]. You guys are awfully late, by the way.«

»Tony....« Lacy sighed out, feeling now even more worn out than before, because Tony genuinely didn't seem to know and now she had to tell him and that's lowkey a point of exhaustion—simply in the sense of having to retell the whole story of what happened again and also making it clear, that you're doing—more or less—okay.

»Tony......[Name] is.....he's in the hospital.« Lacy decided to just rip off the bandaid of bad news in one go, it's easier that way.

There a thousand thoughts running through Tony's mind, when Lacy told him these news, but none of these had stuck—expect for one, getting to you as fast as possible and making sure, desperately hoping, you're alright.

~~~•~~~

Groaning in discomfort, you moved a bit—although this tiny movement caused already a slight wave of pain coursing through your nerve system—around on your hospital bed, hoping to find a bit of relief—because constantly laying on your left side, while the right throbbed painfully, wasn't so comfortable as it seemed to be and especially not with the amount of pillows—to keep you from moving around in your sleep and cracking up your hip even more—being propped up against your back.

Huffing out a breath, after having accomplishing the small task of—although still laying on your left, but slightly leaning back—moving into a comfortable position of posture, you looked at Tony—whose had been sitting on the plain white chair, hunched over and hands folded into a prayer, even though Tony wasn't a person for god or any religious beliefs—a few hours now, barely moving as if he's frozen or didn't want to spook you with his movements.

There was also this blank, almost vacant—as if he wasn't in the current time flow of the here and now—and unblinking stare in Tony's eyes, which brought a ounce of concern to you, because you never had seen your boyfriend like this before—it's just something new, despite being in a four years into a relationship, to discover and given your current injury state it might have short circuit Tony.

»Tony? Tony, love, could you get me a new hot water bottle please?« you asked, voice a bit hoarse and rough, but Tony remains unresponsive, keep staring at whatever there's to stare at.

It's like a repeat—Tony's mind wandering back to these unpleasant memories, rewinding them like a strong gush of upcoming wind after a calm—of the accident in the depths of Virgina's snowy mountains and forest, two years ago.

First it was being stuck in the car—a Queen Cassette on repeat, especially the song Somebody to love, to listen to—which had been sabotaged to break down in the middle of nowhere street, during their drive back to the base—after finishing up a second investigation in the lonesome, ghost walking empty, mountain town—and getting hit by a snowstorm.

And being stuck in the car with you during a snowstorm—which Tony would have find romantic, if it weren't for a case—wasn't the bad thing to happened, it was what had happened next.

After a few hours of rough sleeping on the backseats and when the snowstorm had passed, there had been a fresh bloody trail on the thick snowed up ground and Tony—after having mobile signal again, sending a quick sms to Gibbs and the others—persuaded you to follow these trails with him.

And you even told Tony, it wouldn't be such a wise idea to do so, but he didn't listen—insisting more and more to follow the trail and getting to a possible suspect—and so, one accident lead to another.

What also wasn't so wisely decided from Tony, was to split up and search through the area alone—with nothing but a gun, one extra ammunition and a knife for potential protection—which had lead you into the misery of being getting stuck in a small bear trap (which only had left a good bleeding, swollen ankle and a sore scarring afterwards) and then crashing into a frozen lake and almost drowning if, thanks to god and the fates, Tony hadn't been near enough to hear your scream and barely getting you out of the lake.

Tony had carried you all the way back to an, kinda as it looked maintained enough to be still in use, abandoned hut—which he had discovered—jogging back and forth from hut to car to get some needed stuff.

Once he had started a chimney fire, Tony undresses you completely naked, tending with the first-aid kit to your wounded swollen ankle, before huddling you up into blankets—to keep you from getting hypothermia and a possible high fever—and holding you close in his arms, hoping you would wake up soon from your unconsciousness and being okay.

~~~•~~~

Tony flinched, being roughly pulled out of his thoughts—which resembles fleeting leaves being swept away by the wind—when something hit him one the head

»Yeah?« Tony asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow of questioning—finding no amusement of getting hit by a paper ball.

You frowned at Tony for a second, before you raised an eyebrow of your own—reaching your hand out for his and it does takes Tony a moment to grab your hand and giving a long good squeeze.

»Tony, you're okay? I've never seeing you spaced out like this.«

»It's all good, just in thought.«

Tony remembers clearly your blue quivering lips and the ashen, frozen cold, complexion of your face—so ghostly, that Tony had to feel for your pulse more than just once, just to make sure you're still alive.

And somehow, while seeing you on the hospital bed once more, your lips looking blue once again—as if you didn't get enough oxygen or being on the brink of hypothermia.

»Care to share your thoughts?«

»It's just.....just.....you know, seeing you like this, injured and in pain, makes me so.....urgh, I don't know.«

Aah. You knew exactly, as it wasn't the first time, what your boyfriend's problem was—while your dad, as a single parent of six (with you being the youngest) children, was hellbent keen on teaching you and your siblings how to express feelings, Tony himself wasn't so lucky and had to suffer through a distance and detached father figure in his life.

Tony had decided not to tell you about his memory diving to your accident—which also caused you a fear of being surrounded by water too long—back then, because if he does, you would ask him what he's talking about as you don't remember any of it anymore.

»Hey, it's fine. I'm not really hurt at all. It's just a shattered hip, nothing life threatening, love. Really, I will be forever bound to desk work and suffer through paper chaos.« you laughed a bit, grunting in pain afterwards from moving too much.

»Yeah, it's just, you did gave me quite the scare, when Lacy told me you're in the hospital.« admits Tony truthfully, sighing out and giving you another squeeze.

It really was a scare for Tony to get told by Lacy—who only came back to the office to get some of your stuff and it was mere coincidence for her to find Tony there in the first place—and not by the hospital or Helms or Gibbs themselves of what had happened to you—although in later realisation they did tried to call, but Tony hadn't his phone with him.

Tony couldn't even imagine the pain you must have been in, after being shot—during the suspect chase—two time in a row into the right hip and crash landing into a window.

»I could tell, with how you rushed inside here, all panicked and both McGee and Jenner apologising on your behalf of behaviour.«

»Well, Jenner wouldn't let me thru to you, had to wrestling him away and McGee was babbling something while waiting for Lacy. Ten bucks, McGee's crushing on her.«

»Twenty bucks. You know how Jenner can be. Be glad neither Helms nor Gibbs are here, otherwise you would have been booted out of the hospital completely.« another laugh escaped your lips.

Tony smiled, hearing you laughter—despite the pain filled grunts whenever you moved your bandaged up hips too much or even slightly—was such a pleasant sound to his ears, that Tony sighed softly in relief and it felt as a weight of tension was being lifted of him.

Getting up from the chair, still holding your hand, Tony leans and down and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead—giving you one of his charming gentle smiles, which could make your knees buckling weak, before locking his lips with yours for a sweet short kiss.

»Anything else besides the hot water bottle?«

»A cup of (f.drink), please.«

»Anything for you, mio caro.«

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Tipsy and Turned-On Part 2

Gibbs x Reader Oneshot

Prompt: Gibbs invites you to dinner at his place..

Notes: @love-affair-with-fandoms and Anon, Your comments and likes have encouraged me to make a part 2. Thank you! ☺️ -Soft smut, fluffiness.-

Part 1

“Yeah. Alright. On our way.”

You heard Gibbs’ voice speaking but you were currently in the limbo of sleep and consciousness.

“Hey.” A hand gently shook your shoulder, pulling you completely out of sleep and into the state of a massive hangover. Your throat felt like you had sand for dinner and the slight leftover taste of tequila reminded you that you forgot to brush your teeth before bed.

“We’ve got a dead naval sailor aboard a carrier. Plane leaves in 2 hours.”

“Oh, the words I love hearing fresh out of sleep,” you grumbled, peeking your eyes open to see him smile and get up from the bed, completely dressed already.

“I’ll go get us some coffee. I’ve left you some aspirin on your bedside and some water. Your room number is 197 by the way.”

You groaned a thanks as he closed the door behind him and turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling and going over the events of last night. Did you really go to his hotel room at 2 in the morning? And did you two actually kiss?!

As you laid there slowly convincing yourself it was all a dream, you suddenly remembered him asking you to dinner at his place tonight and smiled like an idiot. You weren’t gonna miss that date, even if this hangover was trying to kill you.

You took the aspirin and slowly got up from the warm bed, seeing your dress hanging over the desk chair, your heels placed nicely next to them. You definitely weren’t going to change back into that just so that you could go back into your hotel room right down the hall.

So picking the items up, you opened the door and looked down both sides of the corridor, seeing no one. If you ran into McGee or DiNozzo, you’d never hear the end of it.

Taking a chance, you stepped out and quickly made your way down to your designated room. When you went to open the door, the little sensor pad turned red and that’s when you realized you never took your key card with you.

“Kill me now,” you whispered to yourself.

You tried the handle again as if the sensor would just magically let you in on the second attempt and frowned when it buzzed red again. You leaned against the door and sighed, not expecting it to open and making you stumble at the feet of Elenor Bishop.

“Quick, get in,” she said, practically dragging you in and shutting the door behind you.

“What the hell Ellie! Give me a chance before you shut the door on my toes!” you hissed, getting up from the floor and throwing your dress aside. The hangover was definitely making you cranky.

“I was saving you from Tony or Tim seeing you…like that,” she defended, gesturing at your appearance. Looking down at Gibbs’ pajamas you understood.

“Thanks.”

“So, what happened?” She asked excitedly as you made your way to the shower and turned it on as hot as it would go.

“Nothing. I just fell asleep in his bed.”

“What do you mean nothing? He just let you sleep in his bed for the night?”

You weren’t sure you really wanted anyone to know what happened. And the fact that you planned on seeing him again later on that night. It’s too soon and you have to play it all safe.

“I didn’t remember my room number so he let me stay. He..slept on the couch.”

Your fib seemed to work as her face fell in disappointment.

“Huh. I really thought you two would hit it off. I mean the tension between the two of you is-

“Alright! Im gonna shower and try not to throw up. When I come out, you gotta be gone.”

She threw her hands up and turned to leave, making a point to set your keycard down by the tv. Once the door closed, you locked it and sighed, knowing the day was gonna be a long one.

>>>>

“So how well did you know the Ensign?” Gibbs asked our dead sailors XO. You just took a sip of coffee and tried your best to look like you weren’t fighting the urge to throw yourself overboard.

“Not very well. She kept to herself, did her job well and I’ve never had any complaints.”

“But you did. Except it wasn’t in favor of Ensign Mathers. It was against her. They came to you complaining that Ensign Mathers had gotten into a physical altercation and you did nothing about it, why is that?”

The XO looked visibly nervous and then it hit you.

“You and the Ensign were together weren’t you?” you asked, interrupting Gibbs, avoiding his look and continuing interrogating.

“You two had been seeing each other in secret. Petty Officer Suarez came to you expecting you to reprimand Ensign Mathers except you didn’t. You defended her and made sure the Lieutenant didn’t find out. Am I getting close here?”

“Alright! Look. It wasn’t suppose to happen. But somehow it did, details don’t matter but it has nothing to do with her death.”

You look at Gibbs with a little smile at the confession and he gave you a small smirk back.

>>>>

You pushed the front door open and stepped in, still disbelieving at the fact that Gibbs just leaves his front door unlocked. The house looked cozy, but also like a bachelor definitely lived there.

“Down here!” Gibbs voice rang through from the basement. You took a steady breath and descended the steps, seeing him working on a literal boat.

“Wow. They weren’t kidding when they said you have a boat in here.”

“Nope.”

He was dressed in a grey shirt with one of many different military insignias on the front you’re sure he served apart in and some dark jeans. Even dressed down he looked good.

“Hope you like steak,” he said, putting down the hammer and wiping his hands.

“Love it actually.”

The two of you went back upstairs where he prepared some steak, a baked potato and cob of corn, all by fireplace. It was definitely different but such a Gibbs thing to do. You got about halfway through and he cleaned up the plates before sitting on the couch beside you with a beer in his hand. The anxiety bubbling in your chest was getting worse the longer the night went on. At least the last time you kissed him, you had the help of alcohol.

“Can I try?” You asked him referring to his beer.

Just like you in the hotel room, he took a slow drink from it, eyes never leaving yours and then handed it over to you, turning you on instantly.

You could feel his blue eyes on you as it was your turn for a long swig before handing it back to him.

The two of you just stared at each other until he leaned forward, putting the empty bottle on the coffee table and then reaching over for your waist, eyes focused on your lips. Responding instantly, you met him halfway, hands reaching for his face as your lips connected in a breath stopping kiss. Everything about his movements were smooth, from nipping your bottom lip to ask for entrance, to the way he easily pulled you onto his lap and held you tight as your tongues fought for dominance.

Of course he won as your hips bucked in response, eliciting a low groan from him. You did it again, but this time he grinded himself into you, allowing you to feel every inch of just how ready he was. Your head was spinning with adrenaline and all anxiety had flew out the window as his lips found your neck and his rough hands found their way under your shirt to run up your back.

He kept the pace painstakingly slow, taking his time to move his hands over your breasts, fingers grazing over your sensitive nipples and grabbing a handful while thrusting his pelvis against your soaked clothed core, accomplishing a moan from you. Needing more of his touch, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it behind you and quickly unclasping your bra, giving him full access now. His eyes were dark with desire and he wasted no time moving you so that you laid on the couch with him looking down at you. As he rid himself of his shirt, you got busy on unbuttoning your pants, letting him pull them off along with your panties.

Craving the taste of him, you pulled him in for another kiss, too occupied to notice that he had undone his own pants and boxers until you felt his length rub up and down your dripping core.

In response, you lined yourself up and used your legs to pull him in, gasping at the delicious intertwinement. He filled you so perfectly and you knew he felt the same way by the hard breaths he gave against your neck.

“I’m gonna take my time with you..” he breathed, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, starting a pace that had you falling apart at the seams.

You were a writhing mess as you desperately tried getting him to go faster without saying anything, wanting the climax that was just out of reach. You knew he was doing it on purpose once he picked his head up and you saw that small smirk on his face.

“Jethro..please..”

He hummed in satisfaction and gave a gentle nip at your neck. “First name? You want it that bad?”

You just nodded, practically panting.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” You almost cried out in pleasure at the change in pace as he pumped faster. Eyes closed and back arched, your hands gripped his taut forearms that supported himself on either side of you and let your whimpers be heard.

“Atta Girl. Let me hear you,” he panted, letting you know he was close himself. A few more thrusts from him gave you that earth shattering orgasm, making you clench tighter around him, drawing multiple groans out of his mouth.

When you felt him falter, you pulled him back down. “I want you to finish in me,” you whispered in his ear, making his breath hitch. He didn’t last long after that, gripping the couch cushion and burying his face in your neck with heavy breaths before spilling himself deep in you. His movements stilled and you both laid there, chests heaving into one another.

He picked his head up, still supporting most of his weight atop of you and gave you a lopsided grin. You smiled back, taking in his sweaty appearance and brushed the hair out of his face.

You knew he wasnt good with words and neither were you to be honest so the smile was all you two needed.

After a few minutes of catching your breaths, he got up and pulled his boxers and jeans back up that hadn’t even made it past his knees and offered you a hand. Leading you to the bathroom, he turned the shower on and left you to do your thing, only coming back to put a pair of sweats and shirt on the toilet.

Once the two of you were cleaned up and dressed, you sat back down on the couch, now with a movie playing, the fire stoked and a massive blanket covering the two of you. Nuzzling in closer to him, you rested your head on his chest and let out a deep content sigh as he kissed the top of your forehead.

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Calex Kid OneShots 5/6

Adeline Cabot-Novak

The Marine

Adeline had been sent to DC training groups of soldiers, since returning from Iraq 9 months ago, her superiors felt it necessary that they give her time of the constant sandy hell holes she’d been going between for the past 8 years of her service.

They’d only just recovered from a joint training weekend with the Navy when Adeline saw a familiar figure in the distance. “Corporal, can you take the them, I’ll be back.”

The man nodded, as Adeline made her way over to the approaching group of people, “Special Agent Abigail Borin.” The agent smiled at her niece the marine stood taunt,

“Sargent Adeline Novak.” Until the tense atmosphere dissolved with a laugh and the pair embraced,

“Wait you two know each other?” Abi turned to the team of NCIS Agents with a small grin,

“Sargent Novak here is my niece. Ads meets NCIS Special Agents Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee and David, we’re here to ask about Lance Corporal Bennett, we’ve been told you knew each other?”

Adeline nodded her expression cool, “We were aquatinted but that’s where our interactions ended, Lance Corporal Bennett wasn’t exactly welcoming toward female soldier, especially those who outranked him, why do you ask?”

Abi’s eyes grazed the floor with a small grimace, “He was murdered they found him in the water just off the pier, CGIS and NCIS, are working together to catch his killer.”

Adeline nodded although Abi noticed the dissociated expression she harboured, “Theres a few people you can talk to that he was close with, but if you wanna find his killer, I’d suggest pulling his file, last I checked there’s a number of complaints against him.”

Abi nodded and that was what Adeline had assumed would be the end of their interaction until she and her Aunt got together to go for lunch or dinner, as they often did when either had a spare few hours.

“Sargent Novak, you’re being temporarily assigned to work with NCIS until they find Lance Corporal Bennetts killer, you’ll report to Special Agent Gibbs immediately.” Adeline nodded like the good soldier she was although she couldn’t help the growing anger in the pit of her stomach.

Walking into the NCIS office Adeline found Special Agent DiNozzo combing through her military personnel file, although there wasn’t much of it considering most of the file was redacted.

“Sargent Adeline Novak, been in 6 years, had more medals than you can count of two hands. Did you know that Agent Borin had a sister, and a twin sister at that.” Adeline smirked Agents David and McGee also crowding the screen,

“Who is happily married to my mother, you wanna find a date DiNozzo, I’d keep out of my family tree considering most of my siblings are either married, engaged or not interested in men, unless you want to try my younger brother Will.” The three all jumped, DiNozzo discreetly turning off the screen returning its contents to that of the case at hand.

“Sargent Novak, it’s a pleasure.” The soldier hummed, eyes glazing over the office until she saw her Aunt walking toward them,

“Ads what are you doing here?” The marine smiled with a light shrug,

“Temporary reassignment, Gibbs requested my help.” Abi nodded the pair divulging into quiet conversation until Tony turned his attention to the pair,

“So Borin, you, me dinner tonight?” Adeline didn’t even give her aunt an opportunity to respond when Tony found himself flat on his ass, groaning. A dime spinning next to him, Ziva gazed at Adeline with a reserved adoration, she’d put Tony on his ass with nothing but a dime found in her pocket, hitting his temple to render him on his ass, eating carpet.

“Not happening DiNozzo, family rules state you need family pro mission and that my friend is something you certainly don’t have.” Abi flicked her ear although she herself was smirking,

“Ads play nice.” The soldier nodded her attention returning to the case files in her hand,

“Yes ma’am.”

They’d located a suspect briskly, an ex-arsonist and recreational bomb maker who seemed to think lightly of the experience. Abi had already been removed as per Gibbs request the last time all too fresh in his memory, Adeline however had stayed.

Gibbs hadn’t known that Adeline was there on that boat, that the reason she wore long sleeves even in warm weather was because underneath her skin still retained horrific memories of the experience.

“I never understood what the big deal was, it was a fun we were kids just messing around.” Adeline scoffed,

“So the kid that died because of a bomb you set off he was having fun was he?” The man shrugged eyes glazing the table,

“That boy was five years old and he died because a piece of the bomb you set off pierced his heart, you killed him and that was just fun?!” Her voice was raised, her cheeks a dark crimson as she restrained herself from launching toward the man and causing some serious damage.

“It was a lifetime ago, I served my time! I joined the Navy I made up for what I did!” Adeline’s jaw clenched as she pulled out a lighter from her pocket and locked the door to the interrogation room.

“You know hand sanitiser contains ethanol, sometimes upwards of 80% of the substance is pure ethanol.” She revealed a small bottle from one of her many pocket a malicious smirk dancing on her lips.

She could hear the banging on the door but that didn’t dissuade her, “And ethanol well I don’t know if you know this but it’s very flammable, it glows a light blue colour, very pretty.”

Unscrewing the lid of the hand sanities she poured the contents of the bottle onto his lap, the lighter lid being flicked backwards with a satisfying echo from the metal.

“Tell me the name of the soldier that killed Lance Corporal Bennett, or you’ll be losing something I think you’d much rather keep.” Terrified the man spate out a name and Adeline shrugged putting the lighter away and opening the door.

“What the hell Novak.” The Sargent glared at Gibbs,

“I got you a name.”

When the case was over Adeline was standing in front of the mirror of the gym, her jacket lay on the counter. Her entire right side had a combination of 2nd and 3rd degree burns, the scar tissue still prominent against her tanned skin.

“Addy?” Adeline shook from her memory the flashbacks draining the cloud from her face.

“Hey Aunt Abs, what can I do from you?” Abi couldn’t speak she simply stared at the scars, her fingers lightly tracing her shoulder, down to her forearm.

“Abi-“ The former marine shook her head, but she remained silent, cautious, she’d seen them once when they’d first been inflicted but Adeline had done her best to conceal them from everyone since.

Adeline noticed her shock and caution shrugging off her loose tee, revealing the entirety of her abdomen and chest, pressing her Aunt’s hand against the rough skin.

“Its okay, they don’t hurt much anymore, I’m okay.” Abi nodded her hand trailing upwards to her neck and cheek before she finally pulled her niece into her arms.

“I love you so much Adeline Cabot-Novak.” Adeline nodded into Abi’s shoulder,

“I know, I love you too, and I miss her.” The tears glistened in Abi’s eyes,

“I know you do kiddo, I do too.”

Adeline would remain in the Marine’s for another 14 years serving a total of 20 years until she was shot in the line of duty as Gunnery Sargent Adeline Novak, receiving an honourable discharge.

Aged 38 she turned to her Aunt with a charming smile, and soon enough she found herself an Agent at CGIS the right hand of Special Agent Abigail Borin.

“Come on Kid, we’ve got a case.” Adeline chuckled with a curt nod,

“I’m 38 years old and you’re still calling me kid.”

“Because you’re still my baby Buck.”

“I hate that nickname.”

“I know you do Buck.”

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(ncis!crossover) you've known tony dinozzo for years---known him since he was richie wayne and robin, then dick grayson and nightwing. years later, he's traded the bpd for philly, domino masks for tube socks, but the corruption he's surrounded by stays the same... hence why he joins you and your boss, gibbs, at ncis. you keep his secrets and he keeps yours, the two of you quickly falling for each other through the mess of your jobs. years later, and you've got a family and a team, but dead petty officers in gotham mean that you have to face your pasts.

dawn ‘til dusk (and through the night)

(white collar!crossover) (series of oneshots) you’ve been in love with pining a normal amount after neal caffrey for… far longer than you should. it’s part of why you’re the only person that figures out his real identities as both dick grayson and nightwing. this, as one might guess, causes a lot of conflict… both with suspicious superheroes and your paranoid coworkers. at least it can’t get any worse than this.

platonic

one-shots

broken vessels shatter least

bruce has made an executive decision—one that neither you nor your many siblings agree with—but an order you have to follow. in order to keep your identities from being discovered, he is being arrested, put on trial, maybe even going to jail, on falsified charges of child abuse. the worst part of it is, he’s making you and your siblings testify against—lie about, slander—him.

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born of opposing sides

(mcu!crossover) the problem with being one of bruce wayne’s children is that it takes a lot to get away from him. in your case, it took the extreme of faking your death to keep him, to keep alfred, to keep your siblings, safe from you away from you. as time passes and you’re forced back into the worlds of corporations and superheroes, albeit very different, unfamiliar ones, you can’t keep ignoring the home sickness. but what will it take to finally face your past?

everything money could buy

(mcu!crossover) (white collar!crossover & neal caffrey!dick grayson) bruce wayne is… maybe not the greatest dad. so far, the number of you hiding from him in new york city has reached three, which is only 37.8%, but thats basically 40%, which is basically 50%, which is basically 100%. so yeah. you’re totally justified in living your life with definitely no thoughts at all to your father. you’ve moved on. except… when tragedy hits, you find that maybe you haven’t, after all.

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[chiefdirector]

Alone Again | Tony Dinozzo | NCIS

Tony could still hear the crumbling of the walls through the comms weeks after the explosion had taken place. It haunted his every move. He heard it when he woke up, when he went to work, and when he returned home. The noise was second to the quietness which filled every moment since she died in that explosion, her final words cut short in the blast.

(Y/N) had been doing recon work under direct orders from Director Vance with the NCIS Los Angeles team, or she was meant too. She died before she even left the state. The state was also the one to keep her body from him, the only piece he had from her death was the autopsy report Ducky had received. Officially the blast hadn’t happened - it was regarded as building demolition not an act of terror - and she had died of heart failure. Unofficially, shrapnel had launched itself into her heart when the building exploded and the floor gave beneath her feet.

Her words, her cries of help, still bounced around Tony’s mind with the crumbling walls. Her desperate pleas were the last he would ever hear of her, he wouldn’t her her declare her love for him, or laugh at an unfunny joke, or cry to a sad film. She would be quiet forevermore, and maybe that was the saddest thing. Or maybe it was how desperate Tony was to hear her once more.

The team were as distraught as he was, in the beginning anyways. Abby hugged him tight, Gibbs became more vigilant, Ducky retreated into himself and McGee stayed silent. Eventually, they slowly began to move on, her work was reallocated and her desk emptied and the world moved on, leaving Tony behind in her memory. He couldn’t blame them, no matter how hard he tried to, because he did the same thing when it came to Kate, and if someone else died, he would’ve done the same thing as them. Grieve then move on.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still heard those walls crumbling and her screaming out to him, begging him to save her. God he wished he saved her. 

After a little while, he started seeing her face in street corners, at the coffee cart, or in the depth of Abby’s lab. He would see her wherever he would go, at first he thought it people who looked similar to her, or a trick of the light, but now he wasn’t so sure. Tony could feel eyes on him as he moved throughout the streets. He thought to mention something to Gibbs or Ziva but he knew they would regard him as delusional and insist he take more time off from work. He couldn’t bare sitting at home alone anymore, the silence he once welcomed was deafening.

He could feel the world around him crumble in but he was helpless to watch as it happened.

“Why?” He said aloud for the first time. “Why did you have to leave me?”

I didn’t. He heard from behind behind, but when he turned around, he was alone again.

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[quanticowrites]

A Walk in the Snow (Tony DiNozzo x Reader)

•• I figured I haven't written anything Tony related in quite a while. Enjoy! ••

Tony didn’t go for walks with you often, he just wasn’t the type of person that liked to go on them. You were sure he’d much rather be watching a movie or listening to some of his old records. You were glad that when you asked to take a walk with him around the Navy yard before heading back to his apartment he’d said yes. You stopped at the Coffee cart and ordered a Hot Chocolate, hoping it might warm you up. You didn’t have on the warmest jacket in your wardrobe. With how the sky was darkening in the distance you could tell snow was on the way. You sigh before taking a tentative sip of your drink. If you drank this fast enough, you might just keep warm. You should’ve known to grab your heavier jacket this morning. You blink at the sudden new weight on your shoulders.

“I don’t need you catching frostbite while we’re out here.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You smile and use your free hand to pull his jacket closer around you. You could pick up the smell of his cologne. He huffed.

“With an impending snowstorm, you think you would have dressed warmer.” You tucked the jacket in even closer and smirked at his annoyed expression.

“Why would I do that when I have you to keep me warm?” His eyes widened and before you know it Tony’s tripping over his own two feet. He manages to catch himself on a light pole before he can get too close to the ground. You watch as one of the wreaths the city put up falls from its hook and lands on Tony square around his neck.

“Haha-!” You try to stifle your laughter but it’s just too damn funny not to laugh. What were the chances? Tony untied the ribbon from the wreath before tying it up into your hair.

“There. It’s prettier on you anyway.” He reached up and put the wreath back where it was before you both continue walking, you are leaning on Tony’s shoulder now. A snowflake hits your nose, and you look up. Snow was starting to fall. You stuck out your tongue and caught a few flakes and you hear Tony laugh.

“What?”

“Just thinking how lucky I am to have you.” You gasped.

“You mean THE Tony Dinozzo does have a heart?” He shrugs you off his shoulder.

“Yeah, Yeah, don’t go telling everybody, alright? I have a reputation to maintain.”

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[impassionedromancewriter]

Smelly Husband

You've been home for a few hours while you're husband/coworker is undercover as a homeless man. You're in bed half asleep when he walks in the door.

You: Why do you still smell like cat pee?

McGee: I didn't want to go back to the navy yard just to shower.

You: You're not getting in this bed until you do.

McGee: I'm going, just give me a minute.

You: Ugh I hope our shower doesn't smell after this.

He kisses you on the cheek.

You: Timothy!

McGee: It's not going to smell.

[sunny-mercya]

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No more breaking Stones | Male Reader

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[nerdyfangirl67]

Oh my goodness! Yay!!!

And Tony wondering how he got so lucky? *swoon* I love it!!

Commitment: Part 2

Paring: DiNozzo x Reader

Part 1: https://ncisfan.tumblr.com/post/654941458507481088/commitment

“Wow.” You said once he pulled away from the kiss.

“So? Is that a yes?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

It was official. You and Tony were dating. He pulled you out of the elevator and back to his apartment. Once you were inside you flopped onto the couch.

“God, how did I get so lucky?” He asked, staring at you.

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[hopscotchandlemon]

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Fictober 2021 Masterlist

Gibbs/Reader/OC 

Young Shoulders - Female OC (Ao3)

Show Your Love - Gender Neutral Reader

Sleepy -  Gender Neutral Reader

Cradle - Female Reader

I got you -  Gender Neutral Reader

Dog House -  Female Reader

Left Holding the Baby - Female OC

Walk Away - Gender Neutral Reader

The Things I Can’t Unsee - Platonic Relationship

A Matter of Trust -  Gender Neutral Reader

All She Ever Wanted - Female OC

Lift Me Up - Female OC

Remedy -  Gender Neutral Reader

Promise - Father/Daughter Relationship

Missing Touch (Adult Content)

Family - Female Reader - Platonic Relationship

Grazed Knuckles -  Gender Neutral Reader

Coffee Lips - Part 1

Coffee Lips - Part 2

The Fight -  Gender Neutral Reader

At the End of the Day - Gender Neutral Reader

Running Water - Female Reader

Uneven Steps - (Ao3) Disabled Female Reader

Distress Words - Female OC - Platonic Relationship

The Longest Night - Gender Neutral Reader 

Puppy Love - Gender Neutral Reader & Female Child OC. 

Collide  - Female OC/Child OC

Link to Ao3 version - same story with fewer chapters

Shatter (Multi-part fic - told from different perspectives) Female Reader/OC

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Unexpected Guest (Ao3) Female OC- platonic

A Quiet Moment - Gender Neutral Reader (Drabble)

Finding The Answer - Female OC -Platonic Relationship

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To See Her Face (Ao3)

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What About Us? -  Gender Neutral Reader

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[altomer]

Day 8: Stab Wound w/ Tony Dinozzo

WARNING: Life threating wound, Cursing,

I watched as the man lunged at Tony and without thinking I jumped in front. I felt the knife cut through the side of my shirt and lodge itself in my rib.

"Y/N!" I fell back hitting the ground hard. I grasped at the handle holding it steady. Shots rang out and the suspect hit the ground a few feet away.

"Fuck me." I muttered. Blood soaked through my blue NCIS shirt. Tony ran towards me dropping to his knees.

"You idiot."

"We have a man down I repeat man down!" Gibbs growled into his phone. Ziva and Mcgee crowded around me.

"Tony give me your shirt." I cringed. He pulled his ballistic vest off and tore his over shirt off handing it to me. I pressed it around the knife. Tony shifted around so he was by my head. I leaned my head into his lap. My eyes grew heavy.

"Hey," he smacked my face lightly "Hey stay awake, talk to me."

"Don't hit me dumbass" I laughed.

"that's my girl." I could see the fear set in his eyes.

"I'm not going to die Tony," He looked down at me with a smile.

"Of course not," He laughed. "Your to damn stubborn to die."

[uniqorrn]

AfterSex kisses

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: none just fluff! but mentions of sex if that counts

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The sheets lossly fell around you as Gibbs moved to lay next you. The cool feeling of the covers seemed to help cool down your body as you laid there. Jethro’s hand moved to rub your arm and slowly moved down the side of your body to your hip, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. You moved into your side and pushed yourself into his chest, he was warm and you liked it even after the events that happened minutes before. He propped himself up onto his elbow, his other hand moving through his aftersex hair to fix it just a little bit. You pulled the sheets up to your chest as his arm moved backed to your arm. He laid back down and brought his head to your shoulder and placed tender but soft kisses on it. Your fingers moved expertly through his silver and black hair as his eyes closed.

“I love you.. y/n” his voice was deep and husky. The voice that gave you butterflies in the pit of your stomach. He placed more kisses on your shoulder as your hand moved from his hair to his shoulder.

“And I love you, Gibbs” your hand rubbed his shoulder softly. He moved so he was almost laying on his stomach, his arm and part of his shoulder was draped over your chest and shoulder, with his head in the crook of your neck. Your free arm moved and rubbed his back, your nails lightly ran over his skin which created goose bumps to form on his arms.

“That feels nice..” he mumbled. Although his words were difficult too decipher you understood what he said. He took deep breaths against your body. He felt more comfortable with you than anyone else, besides his first wife of course. After her death everyone in his life believed he wouldn’t find another woman in his life like her. But when he met you, you opened up his heart and put the broken pieces back together almost instantly.

“You know.. did I ever tell you that you are so beautiful” he brought his head out from your neck and hovered above you, his arms were on either side of your head.

“Yes, yes I believe you have” you smiled softly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring your faces closer together. You could feel his breath on your face as your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. He knew what you wanted just by how your eyes flickered from his to his lips. His lips crashed onto yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync as both of you put all your love for each other into it. You pulled away first and rested your forehead against his and pressed your noses together. Out of breath he stayed there, hovering above you for a minute before a smile made its way to his face.

“God I love you” he whispered. You smirked and pushed him back and into his back. The sheets covered the bottom half of your stomach, leaving you shoulders and chest exposed. You placed another sweet kiss to his lips as you whispered it back.

“Ready for round two?” You cocked a brow with a small smirk on your face. He smirked back and grabbed your hips.

“Always am, babe” he said before pulling you down in for another steamy kiss.

[justkindaoverhereobsessing]

Title: That We May Forgive Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ziva David/Anthony DiNozzo Characters: Ziva David, Anthony DiNozzo, Tali David-DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs, Timothy McGee, Jimmy Palmer, Nick Torres, Ellie Bishop, Adam Eschel Additional Tags: none Summary:

Ziva’s second pregnancy is nothing like her first.

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