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Of Course
gibbs x reader
No smut, just fluff
‘One bed. Of course.’ (Y/N) thought, as she looked into the hotel room that she and Gibbs were meant to be sharing, as part of their undercover assignment. It’s not that she wasn’t secretly thrilled to share a bed with the man she’s had a crush on for the past year, but she wasn’t expecting to share a bed with the man she’s had a crush on for the past year. “I can take the floor, (Y/N).” Gibbs said, realizing the current situation. “No! It’s okay Gibbs, we’re adults. We can share a bed. Plus, the floor can’t be that comfortable.” (Y/N) responded, maybe a little too quickly. She hoped Gibbs couldn’t tell her true feelings were coming to the surface.
After they both showered, he briefed her on the plan for tomorrow. They both made their way to their own sides of the bed, and Gibbs broke the silence by saying, “Sorry you have to room with your old boss.” “It’s okay, it could be worse. I could be rooming with Tony.” They both shared a laugh. “Why are you sorry Gibbs? Draw the short straw?” (Y/N) asked, slightly laughing. “No, not all.” He responded, maybe a little too quickly. “Like ya said, could be worse. Could be Tony.” They both chuckled. “Goodnight Gibbs.” “Goodnight, (Y/N).” They both turned away from each other to try and get some sleep before the op tomorrow.
However, no matter how hard both of them tried to fall asleep, neither one was successful. She didn’t think Gibbs was still awake, until he said softly, “Can’t sleep?” “Nope. How ‘bout you?” “Nope.” He replied. (Y/N) turned to Gibbs and asked, “What do you do when you can’t sleep?” He slightly chuckled at her question. He had to think for a minute, before responding, “Usually I just work on my boat until I fall asleep.” She lightly laughed at his answer. “Well seeing as we don’t have your boat with us, what else helps?” “Trying to stay awake. It’s always so much easier to fall asleep, when you try to do the opposite.”
The whole time she tried to stay awake, the only thing she could think was, ‘I just want to be in his arms.’ It’s like he could read her mind, because after a minute, he brought her close, so her head rested on his chest. She was a little surprised at the sudden affection, but was grateful for it. And if that wasn’t enough to make her question rule 12 (rule 12: never date a coworker), he gently placed his hand on her waist, as if he was gauging her reaction. But the only reaction it caused, was her breathing to even out, and for her to put her hand on his chest. She fell asleep only a minute later, and he fell asleep a few minutes after her.
When she woke up the next day, he was still asleep, with his arm draped over her waist. She took the time to observe how the soft sunlight made his hair appear brighter and if she looked hard enough, his silver strands of hair appeared to softly glow in the morning sun. And she also noticed just how peaceful he looked. She had never seen him look so peaceful. He looked the type of peaceful, that you don’t want to wake up for a thousand years. You just want to let that type of peaceful be. So that’s what she did for the next 20 minutes before he woke up. Maybe today’ll be the day she tells him how comfortable she felt in his arms, or maybe today’ll be the day she tells him she never wanted to leave his embrace. Or maybe, just maybe, she’ll tell him she loves him.
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Elevator Confessions
gibbs x reader
Slight swearing
“Shit!” The jolt of a suddenly stopped elevator made (Y/N) grab on to the closest thing nearby, which happened to be Leroy Jethro Gibbs. (Y/N)’s boss, friend, and the man she had secretly been in love with for the last year. His hands reached out and grabbed her waist to keep her from falling. “Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Gibbs asked. “I’m fine, are you okay?” She asked in return. “Just peachy.” He said with a slight smirk, which she was trying hard not to blush at. “Why did you turn off the elevator, Gibbs?” (Y/N) asked. “I didn’t touch anything. Why did you turn off the elevator?” He asked in return. “I didn’t touch anything either.”
Being alone with the person she’s been secretly in love with is daunting enough for (Y/N). But being trapped in an elevator with the person she’s been secretly in love with, to say she was nervous, would be the understatement of the year. (Y/N) whipped out her phone and tried to see if she had service. If she had service, she would call Tim or Tony or anyone to help them both out of the elevator. At first, she thought about trying to escape using the ventilation shaft at the top of the elevator, but seeing as she’s not exactly Ziva David, she decided against it. She was also waiting for Gibbs to somehow think of a way out of there. He had attempted to pry the doors open, but that didn’t work. All it did was barely move half an inch, and make Gibbs sore.
So the two of them just decided to wait it out. One part of (Y/N) hoped they would be found soon, the other part of (Y/N) was thinking, maybe this is the sign she’s been waiting for to tell him how she truly feels. After about 25 minutes, they both realized they weren’t being found as soon as they had both hoped. They sat on the floor of the elevator, and for a few minutes, said nothing. They both needed the quiet to decompress after the case they had. It was bad. But then again, all the cases they work are bad. Gibbs was the first to break the silence, asking, “This is really somethin’ isn’t it?” “Nah, it’s not so bad. I could be trapped in here with Tony, as he asks weird personal questions.” She replied with a laugh.
For the next 3 hours, they talked about anything and everything. At first she hadn’t noticed when he took her hands in his, but when she did, she couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling of his rough hands oh so gently holding hers, and the thought rushing through her mind, ‘He’s so close, just kiss him already’. “(Y/N)?” The sound of his smooth voice snapped her out of it. “Have you been listening to a word I’ve been saying? Your eyes look distant, and it seems you’re avoiding something in the conversations we had.” Damn, it looks like her secret was about to be revealed after all.
“No, Gibbs, I wasn’t listening, and I’m sorry. What did you say?” “(Y/N), don’t turn the conversation around. What is it you want to say?” He started to gently caress her hands, and she knew it was meant to be a gesture of comfort, but he had no idea just how comfortable she is when she’s with him. “You know you can tell me anything right?” He said, now softly gazing into her eyes. “Gibbs, there’s something I need to tell you. And I’m not sure how you’ll react, so I just have to come out and say it. Oh, I’m so nervous-” She was abruptly cut off by the feeling of his lips brushing against hers. She very enthusiastically returned the kiss, and the two stayed like that for the next minute.
Both sitting on the floor, one of his hands tangled in her hair, the other hand caressing her jaw, she had one hand on his shoulder, and the other hand tangled in his silver hair. They only grew apart when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore. She looked at him through her eyelashes, and he had the look of pure infatuation in his eyes. “I have been wanting to do that since the moment you became an agent.” Gibbs said, with a small smile. “Likewise, Jethro.” (Y/N) responded, her voice sounding much more sultry than normal. Right when their lips connected, they both heard, “I knew it!” from Tony. They looked up to find, not only Tony standing there, but the whole team.
Well, being trapped in an elevator wasn’t on the bingo card for this week. Neither was trying to confess her feelings towards Gibbs, and Gibbs feeling the same way.
Her Accent
gibbs x reader
“What?” (Y/N)’s voice rang through the mostly empty bullpen. She had been watching an interview that was sent in anonymously, and it was said that it would help the current case. Her natural Southern accent, which normally isn’t strong at all, popped out quite abruptly. She was happy Tony wasn’t there in the bullpen, because if he was, he would never let her hear the end of it. The only other person besides her in the bullpen, was Gibbs. Gibbs was a little surprised to hear her accent, because he could tell she had an accent, but it was very soft and would pop out on certain words.
At a certain point in the interview, the person being interviewed misquoted a famous song by Dolly Parton. (Y/N) had been raised on country music from a very young age, so to hear someone misquote a famous song that has been around since the early 70s, hurt a little bit. Which is why she said, “Raven hair? It’s ‘Your beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green’ Did you even listen to the song?” She didn’t mean for her accent to come out, but she knows that when she’s mad, her accent likes to make an appearance.
She didn’t have to look behind her to know that Gibbs was slightly amused. If she had looked behind her in that moment, she would have seen Gibbs smiling. Not just his usual slight smirk. Like a true, bright smile that only appears once in a blue moon at the office, or anytime the two hang out outside of work. Instead, she settled for, “I know you’re smiling Gibbs. I can feel it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” (Y/N) replied with a smile of her own. Come to think of it, she loves seeing him smile. Because she knows when he smiles, the sun will never be able to outshine it. Maybe she’ll tell him one of these days.
Little did either of them know, Ziva had returned from following a lead, and was standing at her desk the whole time. She saw the whole thing go down. From (Y/N)’s confusion and offense to the incorrect song lyric, to Gibbs smiling with the brightness of the sun on a hot, sunny day in the South, at noontime. Ziva didn’t say anything, she just watched them for a moment before sitting down at her desk. They only realized she had returned when they heard Ziva’s desk drawer slam shut. Ziva only said one thing, “Cute accent, (Y/N). And you have a lovely smile Gibbs.”
Gibbs’ smile started to slowly fade away, but he couldn’t get her accent out of his head. From the passion in which she had spoken with, to the downright adorable way he could just barely make out what she was saying. (Y/N) always thought her feelings for Gibbs were one-sided, but she didn’t see the way he looked at her, and the way he smiled for the next minute. Come to think of it, he loves seeing her smile. Because he knows when she smiles, all the stars in the night sky will never be able to outshine it. Maybe he’ll tell her one of these days.
Practice Dance
gibbs x reader
“Oh hey (Y/N)!” The loud voice of a Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo rang through the air, and into (Y/N)’s ears. “Hey Tony, what’s up?” (Y/N) replied. “You got an invite to a wedding, and it says you can bring a plus-one.” “A wedding invitation? Who’s inviting me to a wedding? And how do you know I got an invite?” “I might have looked through the mail on your desk this morning.” Tony sheepishly responded. (Y/N) looked at the wedding invitation (after glaring at Tony), and saw that it was from her cousin.
“Awww, they look so happy!” (Y/N) said as she read over the invitation. As much as she hated to admit it, Tony was right, she was allowed to bring a plus-one. She didn’t realize Gibbs had come up behind her, and was looking over her shoulder the whole time. She just about jumped when she turned her face an inch to the left, and he was right there behind her. “God, Gibbs! Thanks for the heart attack!” (Y/N) said, now clutching her chest, right above her heart. “Anytime, (Y/N).”
Throughout the day, her gaze kept lingering back at the wedding invitation. At one point, Gibbs noticed her zoning out in the direction of the invitation. (Y/N) felt a crumpled piece of paper hit her shoulder. “Earth to (Y/N), are you there?” “Yes, Tony, I’m here. What do you need?” (Y/N) replied, slightly agitated at Tony’s interruption from her daydream. “Are you daydreaming about your Prince Charming over there?” She glared at him slightly, but ultimately said, “Nah, I’m just not even sure I’m going to the wedding.” “What?! Why not?” Tony impatiently asked. Gibbs was also slightly curious as to why she wouldn’t go. “Because, I don’t have anyone to go with, I don’t know how to slow dance, and I have nothing to wear to a semi-formal wedding.” (Y/N) responded. “Well (Y/N), I have to say, that sucks for you.” Tony said laughing towards the end of the sentence.
(Y/N) spent the rest of the day, daydreaming about a familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man. She couldn’t stop thinking about the two of them dancing around all of the other couples. There were just a few problems: she can’t slow dance, she hasn’t told Gibbs how she feels, and they’re not a couple. The only thing that brought her out of her daydream, was Tony saying goodnight. She didn’t even realize it was time to go home. Oops. The only two people left in the bullpen were (Y/N) and Gibbs. Right before she picked up her things to leave and say goodnight to Gibbs, she heard “Moonlight Serenade” by Glenn Miller Orchestra playing over the speakers in the office.
She looked up from her desk, and saw Gibbs standing in front of her desk, holding out his hand for her to take. She stood up and took his hand, and he led her to the middle of the bullpen. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt Gibbs’ hand on her waist. “Put your hand on my shoulder and take my other hand in your left hand.” Gibbs instructed her. She felt small sparks when she felt his gentle touch on her waist, and his gentle touch while holding her hand. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be with his rough, veiny hands that were a sure sign of carpentry. The months of daydreaming about Gibbs, had nothing on the real thing.
He set the pace for them both, slowly extending one foot forward, and she slowly extending one foot back. The two swayed slowly and softly, and she could feel herself blushing at the very close contact. While the two danced to the soft music in the background, they observed each other’s features in the soft glow of the dim office lighting. His eyes appeared to be much more blue than they’d ever been, and if she looked hard enough, his silver strands of hair appeared to softly glow in the dim lighting. The front section of her hair appeared to be brighter than it’s ever looked before, and he noticed how plush and soft her lips look. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘I could kiss her right now.’ As the song played in the background, the two gradually closed the gap between their bodies, so they were now standing so close, there wasn’t even an inch of space between them.
“Jethro,” (Y/N) whispered, “Would you be my plus-one?” “I would love to, (Y/N).” Gibbs softly spoke. “You were right Dr. Mallard. They do have feelings for each other.” Said Director Vance, looking over the balcony from upstairs into the bullpen. “I was hoping to finally get them to act on it, but this works too.” Said Ducky, watching (Y/N) and Gibbs dance around the bullpen.
Sunsets and Secret Hopes
gibbs x reader
(Y/N)’s day had been no picnic, no walk in the park. First, her power went out on her block while she was asleep, which means her alarm didn’t go off. So when she checked the time on her phone, she bolted out of bed and rushed to get ready. She needed to be at work in 25 minutes, and in DC traffic, she should’ve already left. Second, when she got into work, Gibbs didn’t even acknowledge her. For the rest of the day, he treated her like she was a probie, not a full-time NCIS agent. Lastly, DiNozzo was being extra annoying, asking personal questions all day long.
When it was time to go home, everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. The only 2 people left in the bullpen were (Y/N) and Gibbs. She checked the time, it was nearly 6 pm. She made her over to Gibbs’ desk, dropped off the completed paperwork, said goodnight, and walked to the elevator. Gibbs felt slightly guilty about treating her like a probie again, especially after he saw the despairing look in her eyes as she said goodnight. He decided to catch up with her before she left the Navy Yard.
‘Wow’, she thought, ‘The sunset is absolutely beautiful.’ Instead of driving home quickly to beat the sunset, she just stood there in the parking garage. Just being. And that’s how he found her. Standing by her car, staring off into the distance at the sky. The bottom of the sky was still a comforting blue shade of baby blue. The soft blue shade was blended into a stunning shade of lilac. The clouds tied the whole thing together, with their shades of deep peach expertly fading out into shades of baby pink. The sky looked like it should be hanging in an art museum, surrounded by a solid gold frame.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The sky.” (Y/N) asked Gibbs. “Yeah, it’s really something…” He replied. “I love sunsets. They make me feel peaceful. Especially after a hard day. All it takes is one look, and I start to forget what’s been troubling me.” (Y/N) said, her gaze fixed onto the masterpiece of a sunset before her. Gibbs wasn’t sure what to say next. Should he apologize for how he treated her earlier in the day? Should he leave it be? Luckily he didn’t have to, as (Y/N) decided it was then or never, and asked him, “Can you stay with me, Gibbs, until the sunset fades?” “Sure.” He replied. He looked down at the agent standing next to him, and took in the sight before him.
(Y/N) looked so peaceful. So much more peaceful than he’d ever seen her. He secretly hoped that he would get the chance to see her this peaceful again. ‘Oh,’ he thought, ‘Am I falling for her?’ Nah, there’s no way. Well… her smile does light up any room she’s in, she’s always kind to everyone she meets, and her eyes are so warm and inviting. Oh, I’m falling for her. And I kinda like it.’ If he only realized her true feelings about him, that she feels the exact same way. Why else would she ask him to stay until the sunset faded away into a deep shade of navy, now host to countless stars, dreams, and secret hopes.
A Gardener's Apology
gibbs x reader
“Where the hell did (Y/N) go?” Gibbs asked the team. (Y/N) was not only a member of the team, but Gibbs’ friend as well. So to say he cared for her, would be the understatement of the year. (Y/N) had gone to follow up on a lead for the current case, but Gibbs had noted she left 40 minutes ago, and the person she said she’d be talking to, was only 10 minutes away. He started to worry about her, but decided against calling her. But when it reached an hour since she left, he decided to call her. Voicemail. Again, and again, just voicemail.
“Oh crap, I gotta go! I’m sorry I took up so much of your time!” (Y/N) said after looking at the clock in the kitchen, that belonged to the sister of the victim. “It’s all good, thank you for stopping by!” And with that, (Y/N) grabbed her keys and her phone and headed out the door. When she went to double-check the time on her phone, she noticed 7 missed calls from Gibbs. She was so screwed. She knew she had broken rule 3: never be unreachable. She immediately tried to call him back, only to receive a 'voicemail box full’ message. She drove back to NCIS, and went right past everyone who was asking where she had been. She was on a mission to find Gibbs, and apologize. She knew she would be breaking rule 6: never apologize, it’s a sign of weakness. But in that moment, she didn’t care.
She found him in Abby’s lab, and the first thing he did was hug her, and the second thing he did was smack her on the back of her head. “Ow!” “Where were you?!” Gibbs barked at (Y/N). “I said I was following up on a lead, Gibbs. I wasn’t planning on being gone for over an hour, but I got some very helpful information.” (Y/N) said, softly rubbing the back of her head. A pang of guilt rang through him as he saw her rub her head. She shared the information she had gathered from her visit, with Gibbs in the elevator on the way back up to the team.
When the elevator was about to reach its destination, Gibbs stopped the elevator. He turned to her and softly said, “You scared me. When I couldn’t reach you. The whole time I was thinking the worst.” (Y/N) was a little shocked he had told her he was scared. She’s been friends with him for 3 years, and only worked with him for 2. And in those 3 years, she has never heard him talk about his feelings. She took his hand, and whispered, “Look at me, I’m okay Gibbs. I’m fine. Nothing happened to me. Well nothing besides you hitting me like Tony.” She breathily laughed during that last part. He hugged her close, and they stayed like that for a minute. Just holding each other. Letting each other know, they were both okay.
When he showed up for work the next morning, he found a large basket of tomatoes of all sorts of colors, sizes, and shapes on his desk. Next to the basket was a note that said, “Sorry I scared you, hope this makes up for it!” On the bottom of the note was written, “P.S.- these are fresh from the garden.” He smiled to himself. She remembered the one time he mentioned that he preferred home-grown tomatoes as opposed to store-bought. When she came in a few minutes later, she made her way over to him and asked, “Do you like the tomatoes?” He replied, “I love ‘em, thank you.” He brought her close and kissed her forehead. If he only knew she had a crush on him for the last 3 years, maybe she’ll act on it. One day.
He Did The Thing
gibbs x reader
“I’ll be right down Abbs.” Gibbs said, snapping his cellphone shut. As he made his way to the lab, he had started to wonder where (Y/N) had gone. She briefly mentioned something about going to see Abby for an update on the current case, but that was 20 minutes ago. He didn’t quite catch what she was saying, as he was on the phone with Ducky about an update on the case as well. The first thing he heard as he stepped off the elevator was (Y/N) asking Abby, “Did he do the hot guy thing where he puts his hand on the small of your back to get through a crowd?” “YES” the forensic scientist replied. “I don’t know what it is about that certain gesture, but when someone does it-” (Y/N) was interrupted by Gibbs asking, “What you got for me Abbs?” as he handed Abby a Caf-POW.
(Y/N) was starting to blush, and part of her hoped Gibbs didn’t hear the conversation, but the other part of her hoped very much that Gibbs heard the conversation. She’s had a crush on her silver-haired, steely-blue eyed boss, since she started working for team Gibbs as the new probie. But now, as a full-time NCIS Special Agent, she felt that having a crush on her boss maybe isn’t the best. But there’s something about the way his vivid baby blue eyes stare into (Y/N)’s when he’s talking to her, or maybe it’s how softly he speaks to Abby compared to the rest of the team. The ‘ding!’ of Abby’s computer brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts, and back into reality. Abby shared the new update, and Gibbs and (Y/N) went back upstairs to the bullpen to share Abby’s update to the rest of the team.
The next bit of the workday seemed to go agonizingly slow. Half the team was waiting for someone to call them back, and the other half went through evidence and bank records. At a certain point, Abby called everyone into the lab, asking for help. She needed extra hands to help with something, and wasn’t sure who could do what to help. It felt a little crowded in the lab with everyone being there, but (Y/N)’s thoughts abruptly faded away when she felt Gibbs’ hand on the small of her back, while trying to navigate through the crowd. She wondered if he overheard the conversation between herself and Abby, and the smirk on his face confirmed her thoughts. After that flirtatious gesture, she started to wonder if there was a chance he felt the same. And the way his beautiful blue eyes stared into hers across the room, gave her a little more hope that one day there could be something more between Gibbs and herself.
Birthday Wishes
gibbs x reader
(Y/F/F) = Your favorite food
‘Ding!’ The sound of the work elevator rang through the ears of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He caught a swift glance at the person exiting the elevator, (Y/N), the newest member of the team. He had to do a bit of a double-take, because he was very much not expecting her to wear what she was wearing. ‘Ding!’ The sound of the elevator interrupted her thoughts about her birthday dinner that Abby was planning. She normally doesn’t wear dresses, but since it was her birthday, she decided to do something different than her normal jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. She had gone shopping with Abby one day, and they ended up in this little shop near a farmer’s market.
Her eyes immediately went to a sleeveless lilac dress, which was trimmed in gold at the bottom. It hit her just below her knees, and she felt so wonderful from the moment she first tried it on to now. She paired the dress with a white sweater (it’s DC after all, it’s cold!), and some nice white wedges to match her sweater. She had also curled her hair, and tied the two front sections back with a ribbon the same shade as her dress. Needless to say, she felt pretty all morning. ‘Wow,’ Gibbs thought, ‘She looks really pretty today.’ He watched her exit the elevator and walk to her desk, where she found a note from Abby saying to come down to the lab. She said her good mornings to everyone (ignoring everyone's shocked faces), and made her way down to the lab.
She barely set foot into the lab before Abby attacked her with hugs. “Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” “Thank you Abby!” Abby took (Y/N)’s hand and ran to the fridge where she pulled out a bouquet of flowers in a vase and handed them to (Y/N). She immediately inhaled the whimsical scent they provided. “Thank you Abby, they’re beautiful!” “You’re welcome, (Y/N)! So, any guesses where I’m taking you for your birthday dinner?” “Nope, not a one.”
When she came back to her desk with the vase of flowers, she found a croissant and a cup of coffee, with a note from McGee and Tony, saying, “Happy Birthday!” with balloons drawn on. “Thank you boys, that was really sweet!” “Of course, (Y/N), we totally remembered it’s your birthday!” said Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. The rest of the day went by unbelievably quickly. The team didn’t have a case, so they spent the day catching up on paperwork. (Y/N) did notice Gibbs disappear for a bit after talking to Abby, but didn’t say anything, deciding it was none of her business.
Right before Abby made her way up to the bullpen, she remembered Gibbs was waiting to give (Y/N) something, so she waited a few extra minutes before heading upstairs. Everyone else had left for the night, so the only ones in the bullpen were Gibbs and (Y/N). “(Y/N),” she heard the familiar voice of her boss call her over. After she made her way over to him, he said “Happy birthday” and handed her a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. “Thank you Gibbs, they’re beautiful!” She said, inhaling the strong scent they provided.
Seeing her so happy over something he did, made him want to hold her close and never let go. So, he did just that. When he held her close, the only thing he could smell was her soft vanilla perfume, and the wildflowers. And the only thing she could focus on was the smell of his cologne, the earthy smell of sawdust, and the feeling of herself blushing at the close contact. He was not making the crush she’s had on him any easier. He also didn’t make it any easier by kissing her forehead just as she was about to pull away from his embrace.
The only thing Abby saw as she made her way into the bullpen was a huge smile on (Y/N)’s face, and Gibbs walking to the elevator. “Are those from Gibbs?” Abby asked, pointing to the full bouquet that (Y/N) was holding. “Yeah,” she replied. “Come on, let’s go to your hopefully-awesome-because-the-restaurant-reminds-me-of-you-a-lot-birthday dinner!” Abby said all in one breath. Abby and (Y/N) linked arms as they made their way to Abby’s car. Abby had (Y/N) close her eyes when they got close to the restaurant, to maintain the surprise. “Okay, open your eyes!” (Y/N) opened her eyes, and the only thing she saw was her favorite restaurant that her father used to take her to when she was a little girl. “I love it here, Abby! How did you know?” “I had a feeling. I know you love (Y/F/F), so I went on a quest to find the best in town.” “Thank you Abby!” said the now-smiling birthday girl.
The surprise birthday dinner was awesome and also enormous, each of them ordering 3 plates of food. Before they both knew it, it was time for dessert. In the dessert (Y/N) ordered, came a singular candle. Before (Y/N) could decide on a wish (it’s a tired old tradition, I know), Abby said, “Are you gonna wish for Gibbs to make you smile like that again?” Seeing the way (Y/N) ‘s face turned red, was all the confirmation she needed. Needless to say, (Y/N) had a very happy birthday, and she fell asleep dreaming of a certain silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.
Brighter Than the Stars
gibbs x reader
“What’s your perfect way to decompress after work?” Abby asked (Y/N), the youngest member of the team. (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to answer the question. Should she say what she was really thinking? Or maybe something else, out of fear of being judged. But, when (Y/N) joined the team, she quickly realized that Abby doesn’t judge anyone, so she had nothing to fear. With that, she responded with her true answer, “It would have to be stargazing.” “Stargazing, that’s so cool!”, the forensic scientist responded. “Thanks! I know it’s not really an ‘adult’ thing to do, but for me, there’s nothing I like more after work than laying back and watching the stars shine.” “That was the most perfect answer ever, I was just going to say bowling.” Little did they both know, Gibbs was outside Abby’s lab overhearing the whole conversation.
The day went on, the team said their goodnights, and went their separate ways for the night. Right before (Y/N) could unlock her car, Gibbs stopped her and asked, “Do you wanna do somethin’ with me tonight?” “Sure. What do you have in mind?”, the young agent replied. “It’s a surprise, but don’t worry, you’ll love it.” She thought for sure she would be helping work on the boat in his basement (not that he needs help). But when he parked his truck in an old field, she started to wonder if he overheard her conversation with Abby earlier. Her suspicions were confirmed when he said, “Bring the blanket.”
He opened the door for her, and during the short walk to the bed of his truck, he asked her, “Do you have a favorite star?” “Not really, to be honest, I love them all. Being able to admire the stars just fills me with so much peace.” “How?”, he asked the young agent whom he was starting to fall for. “There’s just something about looking up at the sky and seeing how radiantly they shine.” she replied, unknowingly smiling almost as bright as the stars hundreds of light years away. After he made his way onto the truck bed, he helped her up by gently taking her hand and holding her waist. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t give her butterflies.
He made a motion for her to lie down, as he did the same. He threw a large blanket on top of them both, and their surroundings felt 10° warmer. They spent the first few minutes lying underneath the starlight in complete silence, just being. He was the first to break the silence, saying, “I remember as a kid staying up for hours in the summertime just to watch the stars. I’d go to bed when the sun’d come up and pretend like I’d been in bed the whole night.” They spent the next several hours talking about fond childhood memories, childhood pets, anything, and everything. He taught her which stars were which, how to navigate the stars, trying to ignore the warm feeling he felt every single time she smiled. She had also tried to ignore the warm feeling she felt every single time he smiled, or any time he had talked about his childhood so fondly.
After the conversation had started to die down, she let out a yawn, neither of them realizing it was now the middle of the night. In a moment of bravery, she gently laid her head down on his shoulder, claiming him as her pillow for the night. When he didn’t move, she knew she was safe. She always feels safe when she’s with Gibbs. And he always feels safe when he’s with her. “Goodnight (Y/N).” “Goodnight Jethro.” In that moment, he realized not only does he really like it when she uses his name and not just “boss” or “Gibbs”, but he also realized she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms. He spent the next several moments breathing in her scent, which consisted of her perfume and the soft vanilla and lavender from her shampoo. He finally fell asleep holding her close, after kissing her forehead.
They woke up the next morning, as the sun rose over the very same field that was host to countless stars the night before. Then they spent the next several minutes observing each other’s features. She observing every freckle on his face, how his eyes seemed to be much brighter and appear much more blue than they’d ever been, how the soft sunlight made his hair appear brighter and if she looked hard enough, his silver strands of hair seemed to softly glow in the morning sun. He observing how the sun was making her hair appear brighter and softer than it’s ever looked before, how her natural freckles were illuminated by the sun’s soft rays, how plush and smooth her lips look. Being in each other’s cozy embrace made them both think, “I could stay here forever and never want to leave.”
Peaches and Cowboy
gibbs x reader
This does take place before Jack Sloane appears in season 15
Peaches. (Y/N) only had to thank one Leroy Jethro Gibbs for that nickname. He insists it’s because she’s so sweet and kind. But, she’s pretty sure it’s because of her perfume. He calls her that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation.
Her head was down on her desk, with paperwork covering every inch of her desk. Gibbs was growing concerned, because she was looking paler by the hour. Once Tony headed to interrogation, Ziva was checking out a lead, and Tim was getting an update from Abby, he made his way over to her desk. That’s when he smelled her perfume, peach with just a dash of vanilla. “Hey, peaches, you feelin’ okay?” Her head instantly rose from her desk, and she sleepily responded, “Yeah, just a headache the size of Texas. I’ll be alright. Just need to drink more water.” He was still concerned, but ultimately said, “Okay, let me know if you need anything.” “Will do, hun.”
The day went by and by the end of it, she was very excited to go home, make some soup, and crawl into a warm bed. Gibbs had the same idea, but because he was still concerned, he offered to drive her home. She was hesitant at first, saying she didn’t want to be a bother. But he insisted. And she damn near fell asleep during the ride home. She was so out of it, she didn’t even notice that it wasn’t her house. It was Gibbs’ house. Fair enough, they only live a street away from each other. She only noticed something was different when the front table was in a different spot than it was in her house. He led her to the couch, and told her to make herself comfortable. As she did, he disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two bowls of soup, water for her, and a beer for him. She felt a little bad that her friend was taking care of her, but ultimately felt so grateful that he cared enough about her to do so.
They ate in comfortable silence, and after finishing her soup, she started feeling incredibly exhausted. To no shock, he noticed that she was starting to fade. He took the dishes back into the kitchen, and when he returned to the living room, found her half asleep, curled up on the sofa. He gently pushed her hair away from her face, and gently laid a blanket on top of her. He whispered, “Goodnight, peaches.” She responded with a half-hearted mumble that sounded similar to, “Goodnight Jethro.” And with that, she fell into a very blissful sleep, where she dreamt of a very familiar silver-haired, steely-blue eyed man.
Cowboy. Gibbs only had (Y/N) to thank for that nickname. She calls him that only when they’re alone, neither of them want to ruin his reputation. It was a slow day, the team didn’t have a case, so they took the day to catch up on paperwork. Sometime in the afternoon, they all took a break (minus one silver-haired boss), and took turns guessing what their favorite movie genres were. Lastly, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She correctly guessed that Ziva hasn’t watched a lot of movies, Tim’s favorite is action-fantasy, and that Tony’s was classic films. But Gibbs, she had a hard time figuring his out. But ultimately, she correctly guessed he likes westerns. Specifically, black and white westerns. “Yeah I see it, cowboy. It fits.” And with that, that’s how he became “cowboy”. Just with an afternoon distraction from the mind-numbing paperwork they had all been busy with all day. The rest of the day went by in a blur. They all said their goodbyes and went their separate ways for the night. Sometime in the evening, (Y/N) found herself in Gibbs’ basement, drinking bourbon out of an old glass, talking with not her boss, but her friend.
“Why’d ya guess I like westerns?” “Because, you have this air of authority about you, your house is bare besides furniture, you have an old TV, and you build boats in your basement. Plus, at night, you smell like bourbon.” “Wow.” “Yeah… it’s one of my favorite things about you.” “What is?” “Everything. It’s just so you.” He leaned over and wrapped her in a hug. She swiftly accepted his hug, and held him tight. They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about anything and everything. Not a lot of people know, but Gibbs can be very talkative with the right person. He also smiles his beautiful, soft smile quite a lot. But only when he’s with her. Only when he’s with his “peaches”. And when she’s with her “cowboy”, the sun will never be able to outshine her smile.
Drunken Daydreams
gibbs x reader
(Y/N)’s week was awful to say the least. First, her water heater started leaking, like a lot. When she called the company, they said they wouldn’t be able to fix it for another 12 weeks. So, she’s been showering at work, hoping someone doesn’t walk in. Second, her car battery died. Just flat-out stopped working because why not. So, she’s been getting a ride from Abby to work. Third, her boss, Gibbs, was extra cranky and nobody could figure out why. Lastly, DiNozzo was being extra annoying, asking personal questions constantly. So when Abby invited her to girls’ night with Ziva, she could not have said yes faster, desperate for an escape.
The night was filled with laughter, ranting, and alcohol. Like, a lot of alcohol. When Abby suggested they watch a rom-com, Ziva confessed she had never watched a rom-com. So that’s how they ended up on their third rom-com of the night, finished two bottles of wine and one bottle of tequila, and it was barely even 2 am. (Y/N), however, could not stop daydreaming about her silver-haired, steely-blue eyed boss. No matter what she did, she kept picturing the different situations on screen, replaced by her boss. The way the lead male lifted the lead female out of a truck bed by her waist, sent shivers down her spine at the thought of Gibbs’ rough, veiny hands lifting her by the waist all while staring into her eyes.
Ziva noticed her daydreaming during the movies, and decided to ask her what she was thinking about. (Y/N) brushed it off, and said she was just a little tired. But Ziva was sure there was something else that must be bothering her. After their last movie, Ziva asked again. (Y/N) brushed it off again, but Abby was also starting to get a little suspicious too. So they both sobered up just enough to ask a third time. But this time, Abby followed up with “Are you thinking about Gibbs again?” and they both watched her face turn bright red. Abby immediately yelled, “I KNEW IT!” and Ziva sat on the sofa, shocked. Abby and Ziva both promise not to mention anything to anyone, as long as she makes a move, and soon. (Y/N) promises she will, but she just needed to figure out how.
The next Monday morning, both Ziva and Abby kept making faces at (Y/N) whenever Gibbs would come around. At one point, Abby signs to (Y/N), “Make a move, sister! Or I’ll tell him!” They both didn’t realize that Gibbs could see the whole thing. He noticed when (Y/N)’s face would heat up a little bit whenever he would look over her shoulder at her desk, or when she suddenly looked away when their eyes would meet. He knew what was happening, but thought there was no way she’d be interested in him. Little did he know what was said at Abby’s place, after work, during girls’ night.
good thing too, I don't want a cure
Yup, definitely got SFD.
Your life has SO much worth love
To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.
THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!!!
DO NOT DO THIS.
This makes me so angry.
If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.
My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.
When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.
If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.
Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.
Please signal boost this so people know.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS GOLD
Love is Like a Butterfly
The day started just like any other. Get up at 5 am, make coffee, get ready, head to work. The last thing on Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ mind was falling for the newest member of the team. But there was something about the way she demonstrated kindness not only to the victim’s family and friends, but to random people she met during her day at work. Or maybe it was her infectious smile that seemed to light up any room she was in, or the fact that she seemed to never let the horrors of the job faze her, she was always the same optimistic, kind person day after day.
“Grab your gear, we got a body.” The familiar voice of her boss rang through the air as she was telling DiNozzo about her weekend. She rushed to meet the team in the elevator and she would be lying if she said she didn’t notice how close Gibbs was to her. So close in fact, their hands brushed against each other’s. Or maybe it was how vivid his baby blue eyes are or how softly he speaks to Abby. The car ride to the crime scene was relatively quiet except for the odd movie quote thrown out by DiNozzo and Ziva getting confused at whatever movie quote DiNozzo was talking about.
They meet Palmer and Ducky there, as well as McGee who drove the evidence van. The crime scene was in the middle of a meadow on the outskirts of a forest. After the evidence was bagged, photos were taken, and Palmer and Ducky drove off, Gibbs realized she had disappeared a few minutes ago. It didn’t take long to find her. She was standing almost perfectly still, and at the very edge of her fingertip, was a monarch butterfly.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t notice how almost angelic she looked. The sun was making her hair appear brighter and if he really looked hard enough, he could see the lighter strands of hair that oh so gently framed her face. She had the look of pure delight on her face as the butterfly delicately crawled around her hand for a bit then breezily flew away. He would also be lying if he said he didn’t start to fall for her right then and there. Little did they both know, their developing feelings were not one-sided at all.
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On David Tennant and Aging
So, I’ve seen a lot of posts in response to Tumblr users’ habit of affectionately calling their favorite middle aged dudes “old men”, David Tennant in particular, saying things like “clearly you’ve never met an actual old person”, “omg you talk about these guys like they’re 80”, “please be normal about people aging”, etc. And on one hand, all of these statements are objectively right and true! But as someone who’s always been really fascinated by and found a lot of beauty in getting older (which I’ve explored in some of my writing on A03 because nobody else is going to do it for me), I’d like to provide a bit more nuance on how I think this label applies to David in particular.
David, obviously, in literal terms, is not “old”, at least not to me- I don’t personally consider people old until they get past 60. 52 is middle aged, simple as that. And yet, when I see David stuck with the “old man” label, it still somehow feels weirdly right, for a number of reasons.
It annoys me so much when people say David “hasn’t aged a day since Doctor Who”, because, well…
He clearly has. A lot. He’s got forehead creases, deep crows’ feet and eyebags, and I think that post-Fourteen we’re gonna see him rocking the grey temples a LOT more. He also has the voice of an older man now, his upper range is still there but the default is much more deep and rich, with a gravelly, rumbling quality that just goes straight through you. I personally think Broadchurch was when David finally started to embrace looking his age- Alec Hardy just wouldn’t have been served by Ten’s fresh-faced boyishness.
Obviously, these are the kinds of changes you’d expect any 52-year-old man to have, but something about David just makes it all seem a bit more… intense? The expressiveness of his face combined with his almost gaunt frame makes his wrinkles very prominent, and when he works his voice to its emotional extremes, his lower register can sound positively ancient, to devastating effect.
David, I think, is someone with an old soul- I don’t think he could be as good as he is at playing ancient characters like Crowley and The Doctor if he weren’t. He has lived so many lives, given so much of himself to so many characters, often incredibly tragic ones, and I think it wears on him. David also has five kids. FIVE. Do you know how exhausting it is to be one of the hardest working actors alive and be a present, loving father to even ONE child? But David somehow does it anyway! Nowadays I see him and my heart breaks because he looks so tired, so weary and fragile. But he’s all the more beautiful for it to me because I know that that is because he is kind. He’s a deeply empathetic person who feels and lives to the absolute fullest, and that story is written so clearly on his face, along with every other story he has ever been a part of.
There’s other things about David that make the label endearingly fitting- his utter hopelessness when it comes to technology, for instance. And he’s just got that warm, wise, grandpa energy too sometimes- look at that above Fourteen picture and tell me I’m wrong!
I once showed my friend who’d only seen David in Doctor Who and Harry Potter a picture of David from Around The World in 80 Days. It was a particularly emotional scene, and his face had just the most beautiful expression of compassion and sadness, every wrinkle on full display. And she said, in a less than complimentary fashion, “he looks so old!” Which, of course, offended me quite a bit at first. But to me, referring to David as old almost feels like a badge of honor, something he’s earned by living fully and selflessly, working hard and being wise and compassionate beyond his years. I think David himself is secretly more than a little insecure about the fact that he’s getting older. There’s sadness behind every jovially self-depreciating remark he’s made about his age in the past year, particularly in comparing himself to Ncuti Gatwa. I know how much David struggles with his impostor syndrome and how people perceive him, and I can clearly see in his eyes the fear of being discarded, the anxiety he feels about if he’ll still be as loved as he was back in 2007 now that he’s closer in age to King Lear than he is to Romeo. So I hope David knows it’s a privilege to watch him grow older, to watch his soul and talents deepen with the crinkles around his eyes. If I, in my silly goofy tumblr girl-ness, call David Tennant an old man, it’s because it’s a label that suits him beautifully- even if it isn’t TECHNICALLY an accurate one yet.
THIS IS ME FR also why does it fit so well?!?
i've been like this for the last month
The way he looked into the camera...
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