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Revenge Is Sweet (Series Masterlist)

~ a Tom Holland Social Media AU

》 STATUS: completed…for now ;) 》 PAIRING: college!football player!tom x college!female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: college au; fake dating au; idiots to lovers; angst; fluff; crack-ish 》 WARNINGS: the most cliché of clichés, tropes galore, cheating, pettiness, language, sexual jokes + innuendos, gossips + tea, football ⚽️, not-so-accurate photos, not-so-accurate depictions of college, harrison being a swiftie, tom being a huge flirt, football!player!tom!, flirtatious conversations (e.g. teasing talks & hints of/about sex, nothing explicit), cheesy one-liners, even cheesier captions/tweets, sprinkles of angst, very cute/soft/sweet moments, and long ass text messages especially as the series progresses. 》 UPDATES: daily @ 4pm EST | 1pm PST | 9pm BST | 1:30am IST | 4am SGT (but still expect me to not be on time lol)

✩ TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST ✩ MAIN MASTERLIST ✩

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➽ Synopsis:

What happens if your boyfriend cheats on you with your well-known tormenter? Even more exciting, what happens if the Tom Holland—football captain, campus heartthrob, your well-known tormenter’s boyfriend, etcetera—asks you to get revenge on them with him? To put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? Or maybe…something more?

➽ Parts:

⚽️ Intro ⟶ the players ⚽️ Part 1 ⟶ honeymoon phase  ⚽️ Part 2 ⟶ too good to be true ⚽️ Part 3 ⟶ accidental rebound ⚽️ Part 4 ⟶ ️if your enemy is my enemy… ⚽️ Part 5         ↳ 5.1 ⟶ charm & persuade         ↳ 5.2 ⟶ pros & cons ⚽️ Part 6 ⟶ ️game plan ⚽️ Part 7 ⟶ ️let’s start rumours ⚽️ Part 8         ↳ 8.1 ⟶ fiery & reveal(?)         ↳ 8.2 ⟶ real & fake(?) ⚽️ Part 9         ↳ 9.1 ⟶ perfect & precious company         ↳ 9.2 ⟶ ️pregame care & packages ⚽️ Part 10 ⟶ oscar-worthy “acting” ⚽️ Part 11 ⟶ chase(ing) self-deception ⚽️ Part 12 ⟶ revenge is bitter ⚽️ Part 13         ↳ 13.1 ⟶ assist to goal (bc idiot needs help)         ↳ 13.2 ⟶ assist to goal (bc other idiot needs help) ⚽️ Part 14 ⟶ ️for real, this time ⚽️ Part 15 ⟶ revenge turned out sweeter [final]

➽ Extras:

tom asking begging for your number

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ミ☆ add yourself on the taglist!  ✎ feedback is always appreciated <3

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Amiss - Gibbs One-Shot

THIS WORK IS NSFW. 18+ MINORS DNI

Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Female Reader

Prompt: "I want the neighbors to hear you scream."

Tags/Warnings: Slight Language - Smut(Unprotected sex, overstimulation)

Summary: The Director finally returns from their trip for foreign business, only to find someone's belt on the floor in their office.

Word Count: 2656

A/N: Hey guys! So I got a request from an anon & @specialagentastra! They both requested a part 3 for the Gibbs one-shots "interposed." so I figured I'd combine them! Astra asked for Vance to find out what they'd done, and the anon's request gave me a perfect idea for how to make a part 3. I hope you like it! <3

Leroy Jethro Gibbs Tag List: @navalcriminalimagines @wolviesbabes @simpforcrimeshows @specialagentastra

Forever Tag List: @alexxavicry

One-Shot Masterlist

My Prompt List

PART ONE - "Interposed" PART TWO - "Sweet & Silent"

You couldn’t get Gibbs out of your head after what had happened in the director’s office.

The thought of being with him again was something that never left your mind. He was doing the same as well, especially considering the times he’d get you alone in the elevator, in the car, damn near anywhere. The second the two of you were alone and you both knew you had time, he didn’t give you a moment of peace.

You, Gibbs, and DiNozzo were all entering the bullpen before Vance found his way to you.

From the look on his face, you could all tell that something was wrong. He stopped at the entrance of the bullpen, raising his voice.

“Jethro.”

Gibbs whipped his head around.

“My office. Now.”

You and Tony looked at each other with raised brows, wondering what was wrong. Mcgee was at his desk, his head raising as he looked to see what was happening. None of you dared to say anything, watching as Gibbs followed Vance up the steps and into his office. The second you turned around, you saw both Tony and McGee standing in front of you.

“McGee, what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Tony. What do you think?”

You tensed as you turned and went to your desk, your head hanging low.

“I think that this has something to do with when she disappeared into the office with Gibbs last week.”

When they saw your face flush red and noticed your silence, they both grinned.

McGee let out a short laugh, “Oh, it definitely does.”

“That’s none of your business. Neither of you.”

Before you could take a seat, the three of you flinched as you all heard Vance’s voice boom down from over the railing.

“Y/L/N! My office, now!”

Tony smiled at you, “Oh— McGee, it most definitely has something to do with it.” They both smiled at each other as you walked with your tail tucked between your legs, watching you as you sheepishly walked up the stairs and following Vance into his office. You closed the door behind you, seeing Gibbs standing in front of Vance’s desk as he made his way behind it.

You stared at Gibbs for a moment as he nodded to you.

“So,” Vance began, “I asked Gibbs, and I’m going to ask you, Agent Y/L/N.” He reached under his desk, dropping a belt on the surface. Your stomach dropped. You’d completely forgotten that you’d never grabbed your belt off of the floor from when you and Gibbs had— It wasn’t the time to think about that. The two of you just stared at Vance. Gibbs was straight-faced with a bit of a smirk, but you were terrified.

“Why was this on my floor?”

You looked at the belt, your body frozen as you desperately tried to think of what to say.

“Y/N.” He repeated himself, “Why was your belt on my floor?”

You weren’t sure how he knew it was your belt. You could only assume he either found some way to check, perhaps the cameras? Or he was just speculating. Either way, your reaction was all the proof he needed.

“I’m so sorry, Director. I just–”

“Please tell me you didn’t do exactly what I think the two of you did.”

Gibbs’ smirk just got a bit wider, your face turning pale.

“Son of a bitch—” He huffed, “Jethro, you– Miss Y/L/N, please step out for a moment.”

“Sir, I–”

“Step out, please.”

You sheepishly walked out of the office, your face as pale as a ghost. You weren’t sure if you were about to lose your job.

It felt like an eternity that you were standing outside of his office. In reality, it had only been about three minutes. You were pacing and panicking, afraid of what was going to happen. Were you going to be fired? Was Gibbs going to lose his job because of you? There were a ton of different things going through your mind.

The second you heard the door open, you felt relief run through you as you realized it was Gibbs.

Vance didn’t come out, Gibbs just closing the door behind him.

“Gibbs?” You anxiously stepped towards him, “What happened? Am I going to be fired? What’re–” You were quickly interrupted before your nervous rambling got any further. He had pulled you close to him, pressing his lips to your as he gently kissed you. When he leaned back, you could see that smirk on his face again.

“We’re fine.” He reassured you, “You’re fine. I dealt with it.”

“What did you do?”

“Called in an old favor.” Gibbs let you go, walking off. You followed him back to the bullpen, entirely confused. You didn’t know what to think. An old favor?

- - - - -

Afterward, everyone went about their day.

Any time that Tony or McGee brought up what had happened with the director, Gibbs would do his usual head-slap and tell them to focus. You’d never seen him smack them so much. It wasn’t until you’d gotten off work that you saw the relic of the century. A text message from Gibbs. You thought it was a myth. As you read it, you were a bit thrown off. When you saw it was a text you were wondering if it was somebody impersonating him who didn’t realize he had no idea how to use a phone, however, it didn’t take you long to realize that the misspelled words and the thrown in numbers were in fact from him.

It took you a minute to realize what he was saying, eventually realizing he had said ‘My House, 8 pm.’

What did he want you at his house for? Was it something to do with what happened with the director?

You spent the next three hours mentally panicking about what was going to happen. Building up the confidence, you finally got ready to go. You headed out to your car, taking a drive that felt like it was a year long. It took you at least five minutes to gain the courage to get out of your car and get to his door. You were about to knock before you saw that it was open.

“Gibbs…?” You anxiously called out, stepping into the house and closing the door behind you.

“In here.”

You followed his voice into the living room. It was probably the coziest sight you ever did see. Gibbs was leaned back on his couch, a few blankets, some pillows. He’d even brought that old TV out of his basement. A fire was crackling away in the fireplace, a small bouquet of roses on the table.

“Gibbs–”

“Jethro.” He smiled as he corrected you.

“I– Jethro…” You gave a short, nervous laugh as you looked at everything once again. “What is all this?”

Jethro slowly stood from the couch, carefully looking you over as he stepped toward you. His smile remained as he reached forward, grabbing your hands.

“Every single time we’ve been together, it was high stakes, you had to be quiet– had to hide how you felt.” He gently squeezed your hands, “You deserve better than that.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

One of the many things making you smile was how considerate he was being, another being that you’d never heard him say so many words in a row. You gave a small gasp as he suddenly pulled you closer, your body pressed against his. His hand was pressed against your waist as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. You loved when he did it. It always made you feel so appreciated.

As expected, it wasn’t long until you were swept off your feet. He carefully laid you back onto the couch, making sure your head was on a pillow. Sure, it wasn’t a bed, but you knew that without a fireplace or the TV that it wouldn’t have felt like something Gibbs would do.

He was much more gentle, not being as rushed as he was before.

“How’d you get Vance off our backs?” You asked again, genuinely curious as to how he’d gotten the two of you out of heaps of trouble.

“Like I said, called in a favor. Owed me from a while back, brought it up, he didn’t say anything else.” Gibbs just smiled as he carefully lifted your shirt over your head. You raised your arms, letting him pull it off and drop it on the floor beside the couch.

You didn’t ask anything else, the two of you just being quiet as he continued undressing you.

He was treating you like you were made of glass.

His calloused hands carefully grazed over your skin, his eyes trailing every inch of you as he took in the view of your body. He still had that smirk on his face.

You bashfully smiled as he leaned in, placing a small kiss right at the base of your neck. He began to trail down, putting one after the other as he made a line down the center of your torso. You did your best to be quiet out of instinct. Every place you’d done it beforehand was public, or at least partially public. It was out of habit that you had to stay quiet now.

Jethro eventually sat up, looking down at you once again.

Your face was blushed a light red as you met his eyes, that smile still on your face. You didn’t move, awkwardly resting your hands on your stomach. Usually, you would jump at the chance to touch him. But tonight was different. You felt nervous. Despite how excited you were to finally not have to worry about being caught, you were now worried that perhaps you wouldn’t be good enough.

Gibbs took the time to undress as well, now looming over you as you laid on his couch. He eventually leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, then leaning down a bit more to press his lips to yours.

You reluctantly raised your hands, holding his head as you returned the eager kisses.

You let out a gasp as he suddenly pushed inside of you.

He started out slow, his hand finding its way to your hip, the other pressing against the armrest of the couch to support himself. You couldn’t keep in the small whimpers when he gradually gained speed. He was still going a bit slow and steady, but it was enough that it had you wriggling.

Jethro’s thumb gently slid side to side, lovingly massaging your hip as he went on.

Your legs rested around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He eventually stopped kissing you, tilting his head as he began kissing your jaw and neck.

Your whimpering turned into faint moans as he sped up once again, now going at a pace that had the all-too-familiar feeling building up in your core. You tightened your legs around his waist, hugging him tighter as well. He continued to speed up, the faint sound of clapping going throughout his living room only to be drowned out by the crackling fire and the low volume of the old movie on the television.

His skin was hot against yours.

You could feel the heat in your face as you had blushed.

Gibbs kept on, building in speed until the faint clapping of skin had turned into outright smacking. His hips were crashing into yours as he railed you into the couch, his breathing heavy and hot against the curve of your neck. Even then, you were still desperate to stay quiet.

“You don’t have to be quiet anymore.” He assured you.

You were about to apologize before he had kissed you again, his hand giving your hip a gentle squeeze before he pulled away to speak again.

“I want the neighbors to hear you scream.”

You felt your heart begin to race as the heat in your core was beginning to burst. You didn’t think you’d get there so quickly, but there was just something about the way he spoke, the way he treated you. He never failed when it came to that.

Just as he’d said, you slowly allowed yourself to let loose.

Even though you’d tried to hold out for him, you couldn’t. The building feeling in your core was spilling over like a glass that was still being filled. Your gasps grew into moans as your legs started to shake. You could tell that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. In fact, he only grew faster, harder, not giving you a chance to breathe. You whimpered between each moan as your arms wrapped tighter around his back, your nails lightly digging into his skin and leaving long, red lines all over his backside.

“J-Jethro…!” You cried out.

When you called his name, it only enticed him to keep it up, even going farther. Your body was getting overwhelmed. You could hardly see straight as he continued to pound into you, his breathing getting heavy as well.

“I—” You gasped again, “G-Gibbs…!”

“Jethro.” He smirked as he corrected you again.

“Fuck…!” You moaned louder and louder, “J-Jee– Jehh..!” It was getting to the point that you could hardly form words. He kept up the pace, his own orgasm growing closer, only pushing him to be rougher and more determined. The overstimulation was definitely overwhelming your body as your legs began to feel weak.

It didn’t take long before your eyes rolled back a bit, your body trembling as your hips started to involuntarily thrust, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You couldn’t hold back any of the moans that escaped your throat, practically screams at this point.

He slammed into you a few more times before eventually finishing himself, emptying into you.

Gibbs panted against your shoulder, his breath hot, heavy.

He recovered a lot faster than you did, just sitting there as he waited for your body to calm. Reaching forward, he gently brushed your hair out of your face. Gibbs softly smiled down at you as you finally calmed.

“How’d it feel?” He grinned, “Finally being able to let loose?”

“I-If anything y-you let loose.” You really had to try in order to keep your sentence straight. You were still seeing stars at this point.

Throughout the rest of the night, Gibbs didn’t let you get off the couch. Not that you could, anyway. He had wiped your body down with a damp washcloth, showering you with kisses any chance he got. By the end of the night, the two of you were snuggled up on the couch. He was lying on his back, letting you rest partially on top of him, your head comfortably resting on his chest.

- - - - -

By the next morning, you had woken up to the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs. You sat up on the couch, seeing that Gibbs was now in the kitchen, just wearing his boxers as he stood by the stove, cooking. You were about to ask how he slept, but you flinched as you heard his front door swing open.

“Hey, boss? You here?” It was Tony, McGee right behind him.

“We got a case, haven’t been answering your phone. And Y/L/N isn’t—”

The two of them froze as they saw you sitting on Gibbs’ couch, nude, clothes strewn across the floor. Your heart practically stopped as you hurriedly wrapped yourself in one of the blankets on the couch.

They were frozen in place, staring at you in shock. It got worse as Gibbs had walked out of the kitchen, holding two plates of breakfast. He stared at them with his usual famous Gibbs glare, daring them to say something about you being there in these circumstances.

You knew that the second Gibbs wasn’t around, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from them.

Even then, it was worth it if it meant you could be with Gibbs.

8 and whatever question you want to answer most

8: What’s your favorite band/artist?

My favorite artist rn is Tim McGraw or Alec Benjamin.

16: Want any tattoos? What of?

Well I already have 5 tattoos- my personal favorite is my sleeve- but I want more, these are a few that I want.

10 and 7 for the asks! : D

7: What’s your idea number of blankets to sleep with?

I usually sleep with three- zero because my pregnant ass heats up too easy. But it’s 0-3 blankets.

10: How tall are you?

I’m 5’6 which, fun fact, is the same height has Cote de Pablo.

I’m serious. Ask, I’m bored.

♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

*Peter and Tony drawing*

Tony: What did you draw?

Peter: A stick.

Tony: A stick?

Peter: a stick from the park THAT YOU PROMISDE TO TAKE ME TODAY

Tony: …

I’m now fanfictionwr1tin, I do ncis and marvel. Check my page to see who I write for

Hello! So, I’m gonna change up my profile some to add marvel to it. I’ll reblog with updates

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Happy birthday Sebastian!

Finally

Paring: Gibbs x reader

Request: @wolviesbabes

“i was thinking about an au where reader has a secret relationship with gibbs and then she exposes themselves in front of the team by accident and the team is like what? U guys are dating?”

Note: I changed it a little, I hope that’s okay.

You and Jethro had been together for five years. Two years longer than you’d been working at ncis. You worked for the fbi previously and after working there for six years, you moved to ncis. But here’s the thing, it’s hard enough to hide a relationship between you guys but hiding a marriage? It was like picking a needle from a haystack, in other words? Hard.

You and Jethro had serval incidents where you were almost caught, but you never told anyone. Well, never told anyone on the team. Ducky knew but that was because he could keep secrets and because he was both you and Jethro’s best friend.

Tonight was one of the lucky nights where Jethro didn’t stay at the office until four in the morning. The case had been rubbing everyone the wrong way so everyone agreed to go home and worry about it in the morning. Once you both got home Jethro immediately retreated to the basement after putting on his usmc hoodie. You flopped on the couch and lied there to collect your thoughts. After a while, you ran upstairs and put on a more comfortable outfit before heading to the top of the basement steps.

“Jethro?” You asked.

“Hm?” He questioned.

“Come cuddle with me, please.”

“Not right now. In a bit.”

“Jethro,” you whined. “Can we at least watch a movie?”

“Fine.” He sighed, getting down his tools. You smiled and headed over to the couch has he made his way up the stairs. After what felt like forever to you, with ‘Get the popcorn.’ And the argument of what to watch you finally started the movie.

That night you feel asleep, on the couch, in each other’s arms.

——————————————————————————

“What the hell is going on?!” Tony shouted. You awoke, startled.

“Shit.” You muttered. You looked back at Jethro, shaking his arm. “Jethro.” You whispered. “Jethro.”

He groaned before sitting up.

“Boss, I’m sorry. You weren’t answering your phone and neither was y/n so we came to get you and-“ Tim stuttered out.

“McGee, just stop.” You said, “All your doing is digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole.” Gibbs put his arm around your waist. “Can I tell them?”

“Mhm.” He said. He’d grown impatient with the sneaking around, so when you offered to tell them, he was more than willing.

“Jethro and I are married.” You said, showing them your wedding band.

“Finally!” Tony shouted.

“You knew?!” You exclaimed.

“Y/n, I’m a trained investigator. It’s my job to know.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys know now.” You said. Jethro tugged at your shirt pulling you into a kiss. You hear a gag come from one of them and you smiled, and let out a small chuckle. At that moment Gibbs knew that you were going to be his forever.

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And now I can finally sleep. Good night. 😴 I’ve decided to post it on Friday the 13 at the witching hour. Spooooooky 😂

Tags: @nerdyfangirl67 @hi-i-1

Ask away!

♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

I Miss You

Paring: Ziva x sister!reader

A/n: I was reading @blazogirlsoneshots “My Jacket!” and I was inspired

Warning: Mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm

You did it. You finally did it. I know what your thinking. Your thinking, ‘Oh! What’d she do? I wanna celebrate.’ But this is nothing to celebrate. It’s something to mourn. You had just killed yourself. Did I leave a note? Yes. Because you couldn’t leave your baby sister on her own, without an explanation.

Ziva’s perspective

I entered the apartment, stopping at the body.

“I’m sorry, Ziver.” Gibbs whispered, pulling you into a hug. You felt yourself start to cry. Soon Tim spoke up,

“Boss, there’s a note.” You broke the hug and ran over yanking the note out of his hand. I began to read it,

“I know I always say, ‘A suicide is never a suicide.’ but this time? This time it is, I killed myself.

Tim, you were like brother to me. A geeky brother who no matter how much they were picked on, still continued to express how they felt about it. You always knew how to cheer me up, and I thank you for that.

Tony, you were also like a brother to me. I love how you know so much movie trivia and never hesitate to share. I saw so many movies because of you. Thank you.

Jethro, it’s time to come clean. Surprise! Jethro and I are dating. Although you may have known because I called him Jethro. I love you, and I’m so sorry to do this to you again. Just remember the happy times, please. Also, I’m sorry I committed suicide before your proposal but I couldn’t see you proposing and me having the guts to do this. Yes, I saw the ring and it was absolutely beautiful but next time, try hiding it better. One thing I’m always going to haunt you with is that it’s okay to cry. I love you.

And Ziva, I’m so sorry but I couldn’t take it. I felt alone no matter how much you all said I wasn’t. I know nothing can fully heal the pain of me being gone, but I still have the jacket you loved. You can have since I won’t need it anymore. I love you my baby sister. Don’t ever forget that.

I love you all but this is my goodbye.~Y/n.” I set the note down and ran to her room and opened up her closet, grabbing out the jacket. A was a light blue denim jacket, y/n’s favorite.

——————————————————————————

“Ziva? Seriously?! You can’t just take my jacket whenever you want.” You stated, annoyed.

“But it looks so nice on me.” She said.

“Ziva give me my jacket back, I got plans and my ride will be here any minute.”

“No.”

“Yes.” I grabbed onto the her arm, “Give me my jacket.”

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I clutched the jacket and flopped onto her bed. I laid there and allowed myself to cry.

Gibbs perspective

You saw the almost empty bottle of bourbon by her body. It made me feel guilty as y/n never drank until her and Ziva joined the team. Or more specifically, when you fell in love with him.

“Jethro?” Ducky called.

“Yeah Duck?” He asked, turning to face him. He rolled up your sleeves to show your arms littered in scars. Some were as fresh as moments before you died. Palmer stuck his hand into her pocket, pulling out y/n’s favorite pocket knife. What made it so special? It was one you had given to her. You grabbed it from him, and revealed the tip of the knife covered in blood. Your heart sank knowing your gift to her got her here. Dead.

——————————Time skip———————————

Gibbs may have put on a strong face, but that night when he went home, he finally allowed himself to cry. Cry because he promised to protect you, how was he gonna protect anyone if he couldn’t have protected you from yourself. He walked downstairs to the basement, and dug through his glass jar of washers that he’d hid the ring in. That way it wasn’t bulky and hard to hide. He pulled it out and stared at it, imagining what you would have said.

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Tags: @nerdyfangirl67 @hi-i-1

This is sooo good! ❤️ I can’t wait for part two!

Taken & Found - 1

Request 1: Hey there! I'd really like to see a comforting Gibbs after the reader was kidnapped?

Request 2: Could ya do something with the reader being kidnapped and tortured in captivity for a long time and after she was rescued and came back Gibbs tries to get her to talk about what happened to her so he can figure out how to help/comfort her?

Request 3: May I request something with Gibbs and scared reader? Maybe they’re like trapped somewhere or she’s going under for a surgery? You can decide reader’s fate!

This is a two-part fic. This part is basically full angst, focused on Gibbs and the comforting, healing focus on Reader will come in the second part. I wanted to separate both.

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

TW: angst, kidnapping, mention of suicide, depression, slight alcoholism

Words count: 3k

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan @zetasaturno99

She was supposed to be thirty-five years old today.

And it was one of those very rare days Gibbs didn’t want to get out of bed.

He spent the night working on his boat in the basement, thinking about what his life would be if anything had happened. But he would never know, would he? No matter how bad he wished Shannon and Kelly weren’t dead, how bad he wished you were here with him… all of this happened. And he found himself alone in his basement.

Well, not entirely alone. He had a bottle of bourbon to keep him company, and Fraser, an old black labrador. Your old black lab. Your furry baby, as you used to say.

You rescued it when it was just a puppy, a couple of years before you joined NCIS. So, Gibbs has always known you with this loving thing. At some point, you would even take him to the office and Fraser’s favorite spot was under Gibbs’s desk.

Gibbs never wanted to get attached to the dog. Fraser wasn’t his, it was yours and he respected that. But somehow, you both made your way to his heart.

But only Fraser was still here.

Taking a sip of bourbon directly out of the bottle, his eyes landed on your pet, curled up in the armchair Gibbs put here years ago after you made a remark. “You know, you should put something down here. An armchair or something for people who visit.” You said, while caressing the wood with your fingertips. God did he wish he was the boat at this very moment.

“People who visit never stick around.” He answered, sternly.

“I stick around,” you grinned.

Indeed, you did stick around. A lot. Probably too much.

Would’ve saved him the heartbreak if you didn’t.

A week later, an armchair was down his basement.

With the bottle still in his hand, Gibbs sat next to Fraser and started to toy the blankie. Well, technically, it was not a blankie. It was a tee-shirt. One of yours. The one you left at his house, two years ago.

The top, representing one of your favorite bands, was destroyed now. Fraser chewed it, curled against it nonstop for two years, it was now just some cotton with dog’s hair on it. It didn’t have your smell anymore, it had Fraser’s, but Gibbs never had the strength to take it away from the dog to wash it.

He never had the strength to do much after you disappeared.

When it was clear to the team that you had been taken, kidnapped, abducted or whatever, Gibbs searched for you for weeks, probably mouths. He still does, to be honest, just not 24/7 anymore.

The first weeks, he asked - or actually, ordered - Abby to take care of Fraser. Gibbs was spending all of his time away, looking for you, he couldn’t take care of someone - well, a living thing. The lab tech happily obliged, but Fraser’s health quickly deteriorated. The dog wasn’t eating, or drinking. All he did was lay on the floor, waiting for his mum to come back.

“What, Abby? I don’t—“ not a welcoming way to answer the phone but she didn’t hold it against him.

“I know you’re busy, Gibbs, but I’m taking Fraser to the vet. He’s not okay at all.”

Abby heard her boss taking a deep breath. “Which vet? I’ll be here as soon as I can.”

The dog was clearly letting himself die. Without you, he didn’t see the point of living and Gibbs understood that. If he told anyone what he did after he got Fraser from the vet, they would think he was crazy. Maybe he was, but he didn’t care at this point. He didn’t care about anything, anymore.

Fraser was depressed and there was nothing the vet could do about it. So, they let Gibbs take him home.

And he took him home. His real home; your apartment. Fraser immediately lay on your bed and cried. “You’re reading my mind, Fra.” Gibbs muttered to himself, while preparing a bowl for the pet.

Gibbs had been in your room a few times, but he never paid attention to your stuff. All his attention was on you and your body when it happened. But as he was sitting on the floor, his back against your bed, he allowed himself to take a look around. It was very much you. Minimalist with your touch. He saw your guitar, your messy wardrobe, candles and some Polaroid pictures of people you love. Gibbs never paid attention to those pictures until this moment and one grabbed his attention.

A picture of him. You could see him from afar, aiming to throw a ball. He remembered that night but he never knew you took a picture.

Ziva had invited him to throw a few balls on a baseball field. It was a nice summer night and they had just saved many people from getting blown up. It was also the first night you kissed him. In his basement, you teased him like you always did and ended up with your lips on his. He wasn’t ready for it at that moment, and when he realised what had happened, you were already gone.

Gibbs held the picture in his hand and before sitting back exactly where he was, he went to the kitchen, grabbed what he had prepared and came back.

Fraser was still laying on your bed, his face on your pillow. Gibbs carried him in his arms, the labrador didn’t even fight back or anything. He put him in front of the bowl and Gibbs sat across. “You wanna die, Fra, huh?” The dog looked at him with horrifying sadness in his eyes. “You and me both, buddy. So let’s do this.”

Gibbs put the picture next to the bowl and grabbed his gun and the bottle of whiskey. “I know you know that salmon. Eat it, choke, and when you take your last breath, I’ll pull the trigger.” He said, pressing the gun against his temple.

Fraser is deadly allergic to salmon. When he was a few months old, you fed him some and the reaction was almost instantaneous. Luckily, you took him to the vet right on time for them to save him. “Salmon is banned from the house.” you said on the ride home.

The dog didn’t move one bit. With his face still resting on the floor, he kept looking at the man. Gibbs swore he saw tears in the damn dog’s eyes. “So? Whatcha waiting for? Eat it. It’s good salmon, trust me.” He said, drinking the brown liquor.

If Fraser could talk, he would’ve told him; ‘I may let myself die, but you’re damn crazy.’ Which would’ve been fair.

Gibbs was going crazy. It was the last straw. The last punch in the guts he could take. He had reached his limit.

He was finally letting himself love again and get loved in return. And someone took that away from him. All over again.

He got it, the universe hates him for some reasons. Why would he keep pushing it then?

Gibbs stayed up all night, drinking and waiting for Fraser to eat the fish and die. So he could pull the trigger and end this once and for all.

But Fra never did. Instead, around 5am, the dog went to grab something from the bathroom and put it on Gibbs’ lap. It was one of his hoodies. A hoodie you stole from him. Gibbs buried his nose in it and he could smell you. For the first time in many years, he let himself cry. He cried like a fucking baby, under the watch of your fucking dog.

At some point, he felt that Fraser was trying to nudge his nose in the hoodie too. “We’ll find her, Fra. We have to.”

If Gibbs had killed himself, along with Fraser, it would’ve meant you were gone forever. Because eventually, people would’ve stopped looking for you. They would’ve stopped thinking about you and just pretended you’re dead.

But Gibbs knew you weren’t dead. He knew it deep inside him. Because if you were dead, Fraser would’ve eaten the salmon and he would’ve pulled the trigger.

Laying in his bed, Gibbs turned on his side and found himself face to face with Fraser. The dog was sleeping and snoring. That’s what he does most of his time. Fra was still depressed, but he didn’t let himself die anymore. He eats and drinks the bare minimum. He doesn’t play anymore though. He used to be a happy, playful and loving dog. Now he’s just laying around, waiting for you to come back.

Just like Gibbs.

They both lost weight. Gibbs didn’t even bother to look at himself in the mirror anymore. He hadn’t been to the hairdresser in a while. His hair was longer than it has never been, and his beard was prominent now. You would probably freak out if you saw him like this. You would order him to shave and get his marine haircut back. You would feed him - and Fraser - until they are full. He just wished you were here.

He reached for Fraser’s head and pet him for a moment. “The boat is done and I can’t even offer it to her.” He sadly whispered. It’s been his plan a long time before you were gone. Building a boat after and for you. Now it was your thirty-fifth birthday, the boat was fucking done but he coudn’t teach you how to operate it like he promised.

For the next two weeks, Gibbs would stay in the basement, and stare at the finished product. There was nothing left to do on it, so he just sat behind the wheel, files on his lap and bourdon in one hand. His use of alcohol has never been higher than it is now. You’d scold him if you knew.

Maybe he’s self-destructing, hoping you’d show up and make everything right again. It was stupid, since you didn’t leave on your own. You were taken. Someone took you, and god knows what they were doing to you. This awoke a rage he never knew he had. He’d kill that - or those - person with his bare hands if he ever has a chance.

A month after your birthday, Gibbs was basically falling asleep in his boat, relatively drunk. Fraser was on his lap - he doesn’t realise he’s not a puppy anymore - when the dog shot his head up. “Easy, that’s just Fornell.” Gibbs mumbled, recognizing his friend’s footsteps.

“My two favorite depressed boys.” Tobias greeted them. He gently patted Fraser’s head and looked at his friend. “I need you to sober up, Gibbs. We need to talk about something important.”

“Just say whatever you have to say. I’m not that drunk.”

“Yeah, right.” Tobias grabbed the bottle from Gibbs’s hand and checked how empty it was. But Tobias knew only one thing would make him react, so he went straight to the point. “It’s about Y/N, Gibbs. Get your ass—“

Before the FBI agent could finish his sentence, Gibbs had practically thrown Fraser away. The poor dog looked at him with hurt in his eyes. It was only then that Gibbs saw the file his friend was holding against his chest. He didn’t think twice and tore it out of his grip. Tobias let him.

There wasn’t much in the file, just a picture.

A picture of you.

You looked different, thinner, your hair was shorter and in a completely different color. You looked like a homeless woman.

Gibbs’s jaw dropped. His head was spinning so fast, he needed to sit again. He touched the picture with his fingertips so softly, hoping it was like touching you. A lot of things were going through his mind at this moment, he actually drew a blank. “It was taken two days ago. In Wyoming.”

Gibbs didn’t need more.

Tobias had everything planned before he showed up at Gibbs’s place. One of the FBI private planes was waiting for them, in order to take them off to Wyoming. He had asked Emily if she could dogsit Fraser for a few days, and he even called Vance to let him know he was taking Gibbs with him.

In the plane, he told Gibbs how he came across this picture and all of the info he had, which wasn’t much to be honest. As far as they knew, you were in one city of Wyoming two days ago. Maybe you were gone by now.

But all Gibbs could focus on was that picture. He didn’t take his eyes off it since he opened the file. This was you. You were alive. Whatever happened, whatever the reasons you found yourself here, you were fucking alive.

Tobias looked at his friend. He’ll spend the rest of his life pretending he didn’t see the tear rolling down his cheek. “How you feeling?” He tentatively asked.

“I—I don’t know. It’s a lot.”

“She’s alive. We know it. We’ll find her.”

“I’ve always known she was alive.”

No doubt he did.

It was hard for Tobias to tame Gibbs after they landed. The agent was already barking orders at everybody and anybody, he was ready to organize a fucking manhunt to find you. But the first place they went was where the picture was taken. Gibbs spent hours in the area, while Tobias went to see the local cops. When he tried to check on Gibbs, the man never answered.

In the picture, you were looking at the surveillance camera. You knew you were being watched. You did it on purpose, Gibbs was sure of it. You must have left a clue somewhere around.

You looked scared, someone must have been following you. But he knew from what Tobias said; there wasn’t much more on the video. You were briefly seen and then disappeared, again. “Talk to me, Y/N.” Gibbs thought to himself while looking around.

It was only around noon that it hit him. He finally saw it.

Right there on the graffiti wall.

“Born to lose, live to win.”

Your handwriting. This sentence. Your tattoo.

You must have written this to let him know he should look at this wall. So he did. He studied those graffitis for a long moment, until he saw what he needed to see.

Numbers. GPS coordinates.

He called McGee, not paying attention to the missed calls he had. He gave him the coordinates and Tim gave him an address.

Was that it? The nightmare was finally over? He would go to this address, find you and take you home. Finally.

Fucking finally.

He felt dizzy while running to the address. It wasn’t that far away, and there was no way he’d wait for Fornell or a cab. So, he jogged to this fucking house. When he was standing in front of it, his heart was beating so fast, he thought it would stop.

But he couldn’t die now. He would die after he found you but not now.

He didn’t care about procedures or anything. He grabbed his gun, and let himself in the house by knocking out the door. A man was sitting there, on the couch.

The house was pure filth. The man seemed to be a bit younger than him, and he looked like a psychopath. Which he is, considering he took you.

The man was standing in his living room, his hands up as Gibbs pointed the gun at him. In a flash, Gibbs was standing right in front of the man, the gun pressed against his throat. The man looked scared, he didn’t even try to fight. “What the hell, man? Who are you? What do—“

“Shut your mouth. Where is she?” Gibbs asked, suppressing the urge to beat the man to death right now. That would come later. He needed to find you first.

“Who? There’s no—“

Gibbs’s knee hit him right in his crotch and that bastard fell on the floor. “You’re living the final hour of your life, you better tell me where the hell is Y/N, before I watch life leaving your fucking eyes.”

“I—I—“

Seeing his hesitation, Gibbs punched him. “Where?!” He yelled, but the man stayed silent. “Fine.”

Gibbs grabbed the guy by his collar to put him back up. He was physically impressive, but the adrenaline running through Gibbs’s veins gave him incredible strength. He threw him on the first chair he saw and immediately cuffed him to it. He punched him once more, harder this time.

His nose and lips were bloody, but of course it wasn’t enough. Gibbs fought a lot in his life. To defend himself or to arrest someone, but never, had he been filled with that much rage and anger. He didn’t think twice before his boot hit the man directly in his face, knocking him unconscious. He stared as the man fell on the floor along with the chair he was cuffed to.

He needed to find you. Right now.

No need to be a federal agent to know a psychopath would hold you captive somewhere private.

So he immediately looked for a basement, which he quickly found and he saw the door.

A reinforced door with quite a few locks. Keys. He needed keys that he found in the man’s pocket. Although he was still laying on the floor, fighting to regain consciousness, Gibbs kicked him again, in the stomach this time. He wasn’t holding back his strength one bit. He will kill him anyway.

As he was unlocking the door, his hands were shaking like they never did before. His heart was still pounding in his chest. He still felt dizzy.

He was sure his heart actually stopped when he spotted you on the one-person bed. You were holding your knees against your chest. It was dark, but it was you. You were there, a few feet in front of him. He didn’t even know what to do.

But you did.

When you realised who was standing in front of you, you weakly jumped off the bed and rushed into his arms.

The only thing that kept you alive all this time; knowing that he would find you.

You felt even smaller than you already were. With your arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest, Gibbs felt you crying.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, afraid it wasn’t real. Afraid he may hurt you. Afraid you would disappear again. “You found me.” he heard you whispering.

That he did.

OH MY GOD!! I LOVE THIS! 😭❤️🥺

A beating

Your now ex boyfriend had beaten you, again. And this time, the bruises had blood appearing from them. You hadn’t told anyone about the abuse from him. Why would you? He had threatened your life.

“Enough is ENOUGH, Dylan!” You has shouted at him, his back turned to you. You were both in the middle of a heat fight. Finally, courage rising from you in the early hours of the morning. You pulled your gun from the holster, pointing it at him. “Enough is enough” you whisper. A sound caught his ear. The very sound of you cocking that gun. His face changed.

“Try me” you say tilting your head to the side, baring your teeth. You were covered in bruises and blood. Your eye black and purple. You had a faint idea of what the rest of your body looked like. “Get out... Get out... GET OUT!!!” You began to scream. Dylan quickly left the house. Slamming the door.

Back at NCIS HQ~

“DiNozzo, have you seen Stone?”

“Mmm, no boss” he barely looked from his computer. Gibbs threw his hands up and walked to Ducky who was speaking to Abby.

“Ducky, Stone?” He made a desperate attempt to find his daughter. Ducky shook his head, worrying Gibbs. The doctor was always the first to see Stone in the morning. She loved his stories. Jethro ran to Abbys lab.

“Gibbs?” She asked carefully.

“Stone? Have you seen her?” Abby shook her head. And watched as the man disappeared, curious as to what was going on.

When Gibbs returned to his desk his phone rang. The team spun in their chairs, awaiting to see who it was.

“I’ll be right there.” His face fell downward. “DiNozzo, go to Stones house and check up on her. Maybe she slept through her alarm.” DiNozzo nodded, a smile on his face. Oh, how he just LOVED Stone. He’s loved her for years.

Your House~

DiNozzo knocked on the door. Ready to be met with the ugly face of your boyfriend. Instead, he didn’t get a response. He listened. Listening closely, he heard crying. He burst through the door. Running to the source of the crying. To find you, on the floor, bleeding. Pathetically trying to clean up.

“Hey, hey, hey” he whispered to you. You fell into his arms, tears still streaming down your face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” The Italian spike softly, stroking your hair sweetly. He stood from you and left you.

He returned a few minutes later with bandages, a rag, and a bowl of warm water. He lightly tugged at the hem of your shirt. As you stood you pulled off your bloody clothing. He hoisted you up onto the counter. Dipping the rag into the water.

“ Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo” he sang lightly as he dabbed at your face, making sure he got all the spaces. “That's where you want to go to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand” a small smile appeared on your lips. This was one of your favourite songs, without a doubt.

“We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band

Down in Kokomo” he sang in almost a whisper as he began to dab low on your body, getting a sensitive area on your rib cage. As you hissed, and sucked air in through your teeth you sang:

“Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama” you wanted so badly to push Tony away, but instead, you both finished the song.

Time Skip~

Gibbs looked at his daughter as Tony held onto her. A frown and lines scattered across his aged face. The heart wrench as he saw the bruises on her face.

“Baby girl” he dropped all he was doing and ran to you. Encasing you in a hug. Tears fell down each of your cheeks. “Let’s get you to Ducky” you nodded.

“Well, hello, Stone” Ducky said as you sat on the cold table in your Nike sports bra and sliding shorts. You gave a weak smile. He tapped your shoulder twice, you obediently laid back as Gibbs stood in the corner, hand over his mouth, speaking to Tony. They kept looking over at you frequently.

“What’s the damage?” Gibbs asked Ducky.

“A few cracked ribs, a few deep cuts, she’ll have a scar on her rib cage. But, other than that, Gibbs, she’s okay.” Ducky pat his shoulder. Gibbs stood in front of you. Legs spread, and his hands on his hips.

“Stone, what’s going on?” Gibbs asked. The rest of the team slowly gathering around. These are the people you’ve known for years.

“Daddy, he hits me.” You spoke softly. “He beats me, has sex, beats me more.”

“Oh, baby” Gibbs whispered wrapping you in a hug. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay” you nodded, tears beginning to fall again. “Hey, lets go get him.”

Time skip~

You were all in front of his place of work. A SWAT team, and the NCIS, the best pair. You heard thrashing and yelling as Dylan was being taken. Passerby’s gathering around, employees exiting the building.

“Oh, i gonna fuckin kill ya now, Stone. I’m gonna bury your ass in the ground.” He kept talking as you turned to Gibbs.

“Has he been read his rights?”

“Yep.” You both turned to him still shouting and cursing.

“Hey, DiNozzo, careful now, she’s a slut” Dylan called. DiNozzo- who was standing next to you- ran to Dylan and began punching him. Gibbs ran to pull him off.

“Call her a slut again, and i won’t be so kind next time, Dylan” DiNozzo said, allowing himself to be pulled away.

“I’m gonna go home. Pack my stuff up, and hit an apartment.” You sag turning.

“You Can stay with me?” DiNozzo offered. I have a lot of space and not enough juman life to share it... rent free.” He smiled. You leapt into his arms, laughing. As he held you up, you stopped laughing, leaning down slowly.

“I- I love you, Tony DiNozzo” you whisper, before pressing your lips onto his.

“Umm hmm, i love you too!” He replies happily. Walking off in the sunset.

~The End~

AAAAAAHHHH! I love this so much❤️🥺

The One With The Baby

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 4,473

Warnings: Talks of birth, awkwardness, arguments, dickhead getting fucking decked, think that’s it.

Request: No.

Summary: The aftermath of the day filled with two separate births. It could only bring three things: Yelling, teasing, and awkward interactions.

A/N: Yeah, apparently this is a thing I’m doing now lol

Ko-Fi

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“I just don’t get it. How can you actually have a kid?!” Valkyrie ranted at you. As you sat upon the same sofa you had five hours ago, in the waiting room, “It was all fun and games with us joking about it when you helped this random woman give birth. But now you come in here and tell us that that’s your kid.”

“Listen, okay-”

“It’s not fair,” Wanda butted in, “How come you get a baby, and I don’t?”

“This isn’t some "if they get one, I should have one too” thing, Wanda,“ she told the brunette before turning back to you, sending a spike of dread throughout you. It really was like getting scolded by a parent, "Do you know how rash and irresponsible this is?!”

“I-”

“What was going through your mind?”

“If you would-”

“You met this woman five hours ago!”

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I love this so much! 🥺

I wanna see more of this stuff, I mean you see a lot of Gibbs x reader, but you don’t see as much of a pregnant reader.

Can you write one about Gibbs and the reader getting pregnant? Your stories have been great!

This type of story was written a few times already (doesn't make it less interesting tho), so I tried to make it a little different...hope you like it!

(Also thank you so much for support and the kind words!❤)

CHOCOLATE BARS

Warnings (new to this, so pls tell me if something's missing): a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff, pregnancy

You were panicing. Like, a lot. Your heart raced as you put the positive pregnancy test down. You had done four to be sure.

Or maybe you just didn't want to accept that you were, in fact, pregnant.

You ran your hand through your hair, the other resting on your chest trying to get your heart to calm down.

You stood up from the toilet you've been sitting on the last minutes, staring at the result. Your legs were a bit wiggly, but you somehow managed to throw the few pregnancy tests into the bin.

After you stumbled down the stairs of his house you collapsed on the couch. Tears threatened to spill over and fall down your cheeks.

Were you even ready to raise a child?

Do you even wanted one?

How could you balance a child and work, especially with your job?

But most importantly:

Does he even want a baby?

Does he even want another child with what he's been through?

This was too much for your brain right now. You weren't sure. You couldn't find an answer to any of those questions at the moment.

You catched yourself staring at the bottle of bourbon at the shelf. It has always been a good friend to you and your husband, even if problems are just temporarily cured with alcohol.

No.

You couldn't freaking drink.

You were pregnant.

Thinking like that felt better than you wanted to admit.

You were pregnant.

Your hand automatically wandered under your shirt and rested on your stomach.

Hm.

You just told yourself this reaction and the sudden happyness you were feeling was caused by the hormones.

But the more you thought about it, having a baby with the man you love the most in your life- god you loved him so much- suddenly didn't sound so bad.

If he even wanted it, that was.

And of course, with this thought you quickly withdrew your hand from the soft skin that was your belly.

A feeling of angst rised in your throat.

God, these hormones were driving you crazy.

You sneaked the chocolate bar off the table Jethro had earlier placed for himself when he'd get home.

You hesitated for a moment. It was his. But he was used to you eating his meals. And he got you pregnant, right?

You bit into the bar. The incredibly sweet taste on your tongue took you back to your childhood, where you had consumed a ton of these.

You smiled to yourself.  Good times.

Just you, your bike, friends and beautiful sunsets above fields of corn.

Your child could have that. Well, maybe not fields of corn but fields of...traffic lights? Nevermind. On top of that your child can have an amazing dad you never had.

If he even wanted it, that is.

Because this question kept ruining your expectations, you decided to wait for him.

You needed to tell him. But how?

Your head hurted from all of this,

so you decided to take a nap, after looking up how often pregnancy tests could report the wrong results.

............................  an hour later ............................

You slowly woke up. You were so tired you wanted to just sleep again, but you noticed the presence of someone.

His smell. The smell of coffe and sawdust made it's way over and forced you to open your eyes.

You had just slept on the couch and your back ached a bit from the rough material. You stretched a little, your eyes hovering to the kitchen nearby.

Your gaze met his. His eyes were a mess. So much emotion you couldn't even detangle them.

You instantly sat up, studying him closely.

He sat at the kitchen table, a glass of bourbon in his right hand.

He looked miserable.

He didn't sit as straight as he usually did and his body language gave away his discomfort.

Your voice was soft, comforting.

"Oh honey, what happened?"

"You cried."

You knitted my brows. "I did?"

"Your eyes are red and swollen."

You waved it off. "But that's not a reason justifying you looking so...sad."

You could see him swallowing hard.

"Do you not want it?"

You looked at him confused, standing up and making your way towards him.

"What do you mean?"

"The baby."

You gasped and your confusion just got worse.

"How did you-"

"Your phone. You looked up the failing rate of pregnancy tests."

You turned around, seeing that you forgot to turn off your phone. He must've seen it.

You sighed, now tears again watering your eyes.

"Also you slept with your hand on your belly."

He was a trained investigator. Of course he found out.

You swallowed, taking a seat in the chair across him. He looked at you seriously.

Your voice broke when you tried to speak.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Getting pregnant."

"Are you serious?"

He bend over the table a little, taking your hand in such a sweet manner that almost made you whimper.

The silence became too much.

"You know I didn't know if I'm ready and how I could ever manage the job with this and I mean you- I-I don't know if you even want a baby and a child again with everything what you've been through or if you could even allow yourself-"

"Love,..." He stopped you.

You felt hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please don't cry, sweetheart." His face expression was now a lot softer than before.

You felt the rough skin of his palm warm against your cheek, his thumbs wiping the tears away.

"Do you want a baby with me?"

His ocean blue eyes looking into yours. You expected softness, but instead you detected that he was scared.

Scared of your answer.

"I want a baby with you, Jethro."

And you could see how the tension left his body.

He swallowed, his hands still resting on your cheeks.

"I was just...just a little scared ,you wouldn't want it."

A wide happy smile appeared on his face.

You couldn't help but smile with him.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

And for the first time you could see a happy tear rolling down his cheek.

Your body reacted by letting you cry too much tears for his thumbs to wipe away.

You sniffeled. His face showed off his confusion about my sudden outburst of crying and you smiled within.

"It's just the hormones, love." You explained yourself.

He chuckled, making his way around the table and pulling you close.

Your head rested on his chest, leaving a wet spot on his shirt when you pulled back.

You giggled a little. "Sorry."

He grinned. "S'fine."

His hand lifted your chin, his eyes looking first to your soft lips and then deeply in your intense coloured eyes.

His lips brushed against yours and the already familiar butterflies in your stomach were brought back to life by his hot breath.

The both of you couldn't imagine a world without each other. You loved him too much to ever let go. And you didn't plan on letting that happen. You couldn't ever imagine a better husband and a better dad to your child. You loved him with all your heart.

And then he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a fiery kiss that tasted sweeter than the chocolate bars of your childhood.

Get to know your mutuals!! When you get this, it means I want to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done, send this to 5 people you want to get to know better <3

I did 8 instead because why not?

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1. My name is Blake, and my nickname is ‘B’- not too creative but it works

2. I’m married 😊

3. My favorite color is Purple- any shade.

4. I absolutely LOVE country music- I grew up on country.

5. I’m pregnant!🤰6 months, with a baby girl.

6. I’m a cop, and I’ve wanted to since I was like 6.

7. I love writing, that’s why I write fanfiction. I do digital art, it’s not that detailed nor complex but I enjoy it.

8. I learned Spanish all through middle school and high school and remember absolutely none of it, only a couple words. I remember the rainbow, 1-14, how to introduce myself and that’s about it.

PEICE OF ADVICE! DONT WATCH AVENGERS ENDGAME ON YOUR BIRTHDAY UNLESS YOU WANNA HURT. I LOVED NATASHA AND NOW SHES DEAD! 😭💔

happy birthday to me… 💔😭

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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Tags: @nerdyfangirl67

Can you please do a Ziva x non binary or fem reader? I really like your writing style and there’s not enough work for her in my opinion thanks!

Gotcha

Paring: Ziva x reader

Warning: Swearing

Note: I’ve never written for non binary and I would need to do more research on non binary as a whole to write it. I’m gonna do something that I’m more familiar with (female reader- all my work is that unless you request a non binary. I don’t do male) And, you are my first ask! 🥳

Laser tag. Something both you and Ziva were fond of because it was childish and well, a lot of relationship was childish. Except when you were doing the horizontal salsa, or anything else that really needed you both to be serious. You were red, and Ziva was blue. You knew Ziva was gonna target you, she’s a ninja and if anything she’s going for you and you only. You walked into and corner and peered around the wall, checking or Ziva. Suddenly you were shoved into a corner. It was Ziva. Shit. She pulled you into a kiss, a quick and soft kiss. Once she pulled away she shot you.

“You fucker. Run.” You said with a smirk. She chuckled before disappearing into the laser tag set.

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Sorry it’s so short, you didn’t give me an idea of what to do, so I had to come up with something. If you have more ideas, send me an ask, I’ll gladly write more! :D

Tags: @nerdyfangirl67

Risk

Paring: McGee x sister!reader

13 days until y/n was home. Home with the team. Home on American soil.

“Timothy McGee?” You looked up to see a man in a marine uniform standing before you.

“Yes?” You questioned.

“The Maine Corps regrets to inform you that your sister, Y/n McGee was killed in action on April 25.”

“No.” You whispered. You felt a tear stream down your cheek.

“You okay Tim?” Tony asked. You know he cared when he didn’t even call you a nickname.

“I remember the day she told me she wanted to be a Marine. Almost as if it was yesterday.”

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“Don’t do it.” You said.

“What do you mean ‘don’t do it.’? Tim, I wanna serve my country and your telling me not too?”

“Y/n, your my baby sister. I don’t want you to get hurt, I don’t wanna hear the day you won’t be coming back home.”

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Ziva walked up to you, grabbing your wrist, pulling you to the elevator. You hadn’t bothered to look up from your desk one you started to cry. Once she stopped the elevator you looked up her. Tears still running down her cheeks.

“McGee. Y/n wanted to tell you this when she got back from her deployment but, uhm, since she won’t be, I’ll, uhm, do it for her. Y/n she’s gay, her and I are- were- dating.”

“Wow. Uhm, how long?”

“About three years. I was, gonna propose a week after her return.” She pulled the engagement ring out of her pocket. Tears continued to stream down her face. “I had it engraved with her initials, not y/f/i.M. but y/f/i.D.” She ran her finger over the engraving.

Three months later

Reader’s Perspective

I was finally coming home. You had been tortured and brutally beaten, but you were finally coming home. You went off to fight a battle in Afghanistan when you disappeared shortly before many I.E.D.’s went off leaving many charred and unidentifiable bodies. Since you were nowhere to be found. You were assumed to be one of those bodies. You were found by another squad, and they rescued you. Walking into the squad room you saw the orange walls you never thought you’d miss so much.

“Hi guys.” You said, standing between Tony and Ziva’s desk. McGee looked up from his desk.

“Y/n?!” He shouted. You nodded as you saw the other agents glance up shocked. Tim and Ziva walked over, hugging you, both at the same time, cautious of your bruises. Once Tim pulled away, Ziva pulled you into a kiss. At first you were startled but you quickly fell into the kiss. Her lips soft, and sweet crashing against yours. Once you pulled away from the kiss you smiled and then said,

“You realize you did that in front of the entire team? Including my brother?”

“Y/n he knows. He’s known, when we thought you were dead, I told him. You said that you were going to when you got back from your deployment so I wanted to honor that.” You jumped as Tony hugged you from behind.

“Glad to have you back, y/n.”

“It’s good to be back.” You said.

“Y/n, listen, I didn’t want to do this here but I can’t wait. I waited and I thought I lost you. So, this may not have been my exact plan but I still wanna do this.” Ziva said, she walked over to her desk and pulled out a red velvet box from one of the drawers. She walked over to you and got down on one knee.

“What are you doing?” You asked, knowing the answer.

“Y/n I’ve loved you for years. Way longer than we’ve been dating. After three years, I was finally ready to propose. I went and got this ring, just for you before your deployment but I- I hesitated. Then you deployed and then I got news that you died. But you came back and I just knew I couldn’t waist anymore time. Y/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Ziva David, don’t you ever hesitate again.” You said as she slipped the ring on your finger. Once the chaos was over, Gibbs walked over and pulled you into a hug. Refusing to let go of you, you smiled.

You were finally home

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Does anyone want me to add them to my tag list for all my ncis work or just for characters? I write for Tony, McGee, Ziva, Ellie, and Gibbs. I struggle with the last three so there isn’t as many but I try

This was so cute! I love it! ❤️

hi!! can i request an au based on the episode 12 from season 1, where gibbs is flirting with the red haired suspect, and the reader goes with him and she is super jealous and feels insecure cuz she thinks she isnt pretty enough for him??

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan @zetasaturno99

REDHEADS

“Y/N, you’re with me.”

You instantly grabbed your gear and followed your boss to the car. You were going to your suspect’s house to get more infos about the dead sailor.

The plan was one getting her distract while the other peeked around.

But the plan wasn’t your boss flirting with the suspect. Except that he totally did.

Well, she started it, and before you knew, they both disappeared.

You could hear flirting from the kitchen, it made you sick in your stomach. You hoped he wasn’t just playing along, but a part of you felt like he was. He was flirting back with her. Why wouldn’t he anyway? Besides the fact that she was suspect, she was absolutely stunning and a redhead nonetheless. You never stood a chance with him, right?

You tried to focus on what you had to do, but couldn’t help it. You had to listen, to know how far it was going. You discreetly took a peek so saw how close their bodies were. She grabbed the cup from his hands and made a show of just taking a sip.

You internally growled and went back to the living room. As you tried to be discreet, you tripped on a furniture and cursed. A second later, you saw Gibbs standing right in front of you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Can we go now?”

He nodded and said goodbye to the woman. You decided that you didn’t see the wink he sent her way.

The ride back to the office was dead silent. You didn’t say a word, not even about the case. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and disappeared. God, you hated him.

“Y/N. Are you listening to me?” He called out as you got out of the car.

“What?”

“I just gave you orders. Did you hear them?”

“I know my job, Gibbs. You don’t have bark orders every step of the way.”

You never snapped at him before, but you were pissed. And sad. And jealous. This woman was incredible gorgeous. Of course, she caught his attention. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, it was obvious that he would never be attracted by you. Why would he?

You knew your behavior was unjustified, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and Gibbs. He never even showed any kind of interest in you. You just had a stupid crush on him, and you were making him pay for it.

Gibbs never expected you to talk to him like this. He was so stunned, he didn’t know what to say. He just watched you getting back inside the building.

When the case brought you back to the woman’s house, you tried to avoid it. You pretended that Abby needed your help, but her job was already done and everybody knew it. “Shut up and get inside the car, L/N!” Gibbs shouted.

Everyone, including you, looked up to Gibbs in disbelief. It wasn’t just about the words he used, it was about his tone. He ever sounded this angry, especially not with you. You stared at him for a moment, challenging. But you knew better, so you got in the car without a word.

The ride was extremely silent. And once you were there, you and the team did what you had to do. You didn’t say a word to Gibbs, not even look at him. And you left before everyone else that night.

Around 10pm, you were zapping on the tv when you heard knocks at your door. You looked at the peephole and saw your boss. You inhaled sharply before opening.

He immediately let himself in. “What the hell was that all about?” He barked at you.

“Nothin’,” you simply answered, going back exactly where you were before he arrived.

“Y/N.” He stayed where he was. He wanted explanations and you knew how stubborn the man was.

“Since when do you flirt with suspects, Gibbs?” You asked, wrapped under your blanket.

“A little flirt never hurt anyone.” You were obviously not going to move, so he decided to sit on the couch too.

“Sure,” you scoffed. “You can’t help it whenever you see a redhead, can you?”

He snorted at that comment. “That’s the problem? Me flirting with a beautiful redhead woman?”

“What would have happened if she wasn’t a suspect?” You asked, even though you were scared of the answer.

“You know when two people are attracted to each other—“ he started but stopped when you kicked him. That was the kind of thing you definitely didn’t want to hear.

“What does she have that I don’t?” You asked before you could stop yourself. You internally cursed and threw the blanket over your head. “Leave Gibbs. Please.” You said from under the fabric.

But he didn’t. Instead, Gibbs crawled under the blanket with you. He made his way between your body and the back of the couch. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt his breath on your skin. He was warm and strong. The oxygen was lacking.

“With her, I could just spend the night and leave in the morning. You— you’re like the forbidden fruit. And I’m scared I won’t ever get enough once I taste it—you.” You laughed at the words he chose, and curled your body a little more against his. “I didn’t mean it to sound dirty.”

“That’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he wrapped his arms around you and managed to kiss your cheek despite the darkness. You turned just enough for your lips to meet his. His kiss was extremely tender, you were melting under his touch. He quickly begged access with his tongue, which you fiercely granted.

You kept kissing under the blanket, until neither of you could breathe. Gibbs threw the fabric away and locked his piercing blue eyes into yours. “She’s nothing compared to you. And I’m done with redheads anyway.”

“Good. Cause I’m never letting you go.”

God did Gibbs hoped you would keep that promise.

I’m in tears 😭

I have a love hate relationship with this piece

Lost Promises. Gibbs x Reader Angst

Word Count: 2014

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Warnings: THIS IS SAD! Also, guns, gunshot wounds, blood, and death. be WARNED ALL WHO ENTER HERE. 

Written for: @oneworthsaving

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