every now and then iâll go through the jethro gibbs x reader tag and reread all the little stories just to feel something. plz you gorgeous and wonderful writersâŚplz keep writing xx
A/N: I wrote this when I was feelin a little depresso <3 idk if I will continue it. Kinda want to but depends on how I wanna finish it.
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As I stood on the stairs, staring down at the man I had fallen in love with sanding down his 3rd boat, I realised that this was the end. I had made a vow to myself just moments before entering his unlocked house, that whatever transpired in this basement will be the conclusion of a tragic 3 year longing. But as I silently and slowly made my way down those steps, I froze.
I took a moment to look over the scene in front of me. He was wearing the red USMC hoodie that I adored, sleeves rolled up to his elbows with forearms on show, and a pair of denim jeans that hugged him in all the right places. The small radio placed on his work bench playing soft music only he would listen to. The smell of sandalwood and bourbon made me smile in memory of past late nights in this very basement, tipsy and ruining his boat with my inexperience of woodwork.
âYou gonna stare all night, or join me?â The huskiness in his voice cutting through my internal flashbacks.
I stayed still. Watching as he placed his sander down and turning towards my position on the stairs, eyebrows raised with a silent invitation. Yet, my feet would not move. The overwhelming noise of my heartbeat in my ears, breathing becoming shallower as his silent invitation became a silent question.
âWell?â He asks, stepping forward.
I say nothing, only sink into a sitting position on the stairs. My false confidence I had at his front door only moments before had vanished, and all Iâm left with is the feeling of loneliness and sorrow. Head in my hands, hair falling in front of my face as if to hide the inevitable tears.
This feeling of dread overtaking me completely. Tears now freely flowing down my reddened cheeks, I let out a short sob, unable to stop myself. As I feel myself start to shake uncontrollably, I sense a warmth over me.
I remove my hands from my now soaked face, and raise my head slightly to see a red hoodie staring back at me. Raising my head higher, Iâm met with these ocean blue eyes Iâve had continuous dreams about, filled with questions and worry. The corner of my mouth raises in an attempt to smile. He gives a shake of his head, motions his hand for me to move to the left, stepping forward and situating himself next to me on the stairs.
As soon as I feel his arm around my shoulders, the last bit of self preservation disappeared from my body and my eyes became a broken faucet, unable to stop the tears from flowing. All I could do was cry into him as he held me and whispered into my hair.
âI got ya. Youâre okay. Right here. Not going anywhere. Itâs okay.â His whispers bringing more despair into my heart.
I donât know how long we sat there. Seemed like a life time. Eventually the tears ran dry and the sobbing became whimpers, the shaking stopping all together. His arms still wrapped around me, one around my shoulders, hand caressing my hair, and the other found itself holding onto my legs as they were semi-draped over his.
âWanna talk about it?â He asks quietly into the side of my head, just above my ear.
I take a deep breath in, and then exhale until I canât anymore. Another breath in. My voice corse and weak as I speak the only words I can.
AN: hi guys. this is a little something i had in my files that i never really did anything with so i thought iâd share it. idk whether itâs good enough to finish it or not so iâll leave it here for now. enjoy!
Synopsis: Y/N joined Team Gibbs along with Kate and has been with them through thick and thin. She had been taken and the team have to come and rescue her in time.
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The tall man stood behind Y/N, one of his arms wrapped around her neck and holding a glock to her head. She took no notice of what he was screaming at the three agents in front of us, all she could focus on was the cool metal pressed to her temple and the body against her back that was shaking with anger. Y/N breathed in deeply, trying to calm the nerves inside, but the tears still rolled down her cheek in fear.
âPUT YOUR GUNS DOWN OR I SWEAR IâLL BLOW THIS BITCHâS BRAINS OUT!â The man yells, forcing the gun more into her head. She whimpered in fear, and closed her eyes.
Y/N peeks through her half closed eyes and sees that the guns are still very much trained on herself and the large man, whose arm tightens around her neck. Her hands grasp his arm trying desperately to get him to let her go, which only results in him pressing the gun into Y/Nâs head more. He angrily puts his cold lips to her ear, his disgusting breath breathing into it.
âDonât make me shoot you, stupid bitch.â He whispers, sending fearful shivers down Y/Nâs spine.
Y/N stops fussing almost immediately, the only movement from her being the tears that continued to stain her cheeks. She had no intention of opening her eyes, she didnât want to see her teamâs faces. She didnât want to see Tonyâs eyes; and the pain in them. McGeeâs lip quivering in horrific terror. Or Kateâs extremely expressive eyebrows; knowing that theyâd be furrowed with worry. But most of all, Y/N definitely didnât want to see Gibbsâ face.
She wasnât sure what emotions, if any, she would see on her bossâ face. Her heart wouldnât be able to take it if there was nothing apparent on his face. There was something about Gibbs that Y/N could never escape from, he was always on her mind and in her dreams, as if he had signed his name onto her heart.
âHunt, this doesnât involve her. Just let the girl go and we can talk it out. Maybe come to some kind deal.â Tonyâs voice echoed within the empty warehouse.
âOh but it does involve her. Sheâs the one that figured it all out! Donât you see?! If only she minded her own fucking business and stayed out of mine.â Hunt yelled back, the gun pressing harder into Y/Nâs temple.
With tears flowing freely down her face and neck, Y/N curses herself. Not only was Hunt right about her involvement, but he was also right about her not being able to mind her business. Deep down she knew that looking more into the case was the right thing to do. Her gut told her that the man they arrested was not the killer, so she dug deeper and deeper into all the connected murders. Only to end up with the real killer capturing her, now with a gun shoved against her head.
âShe did what she did under my command. Let her go and take me.â The silent Gibbs had spoken. Dropping his gun to the ground, slowly stepping towards Y/N and Hunt.
Y/N darted her head towards him, eyes finally meeting his own bright blue ones. She outwardly sobbed at the care and worry she found in his eyes. More tears brimming inside her eyes as she shook her head ever so slightly, in denial at Gibbsâ words. She would not let him take her place, even if it meant a bullet to the brain.
âSorry old man. Shit donât work like that âround here,â Hunt snickered, then turned his face so his mouth was pressed against her ear once again, âSay bye-bye, bitch.â He whispered.
Y/N looked right into Gibbsâ eyes, heâd moved closer since he dropped his gun on the ground. She slowly mouthed three words to him, and only him. âI love youâ. Then squeezing her eyes at the end of those words, she lets out a breath of fear, and waits for her inevitable end.
There was barely any sound around the warehouse. The main one was Hunt's disgusting breathing, just inches from her ear. Y/N could hear a distant shuffling, but couldnât put her finger on who or what it was. She didnât want to. She only wanted this to end.
âNOW!â Y/N heard Gibbs scream.
All of a sudden Y/N was on the cold hard floor, there was yelling all around her, and gunshots being fired from every direction. She couldnât move. The fear and shock had glued her to the ground, face down and unaware of what was going on around her. Y/N was wailing by now, the surprise of the ambush along with the fear of just having the barrel of a gun to her face, had gotten to her and her cries were deafening to her team.
She could distantly hear talk about Hunt being hit in the leg, and that he was down. Y/N stayed put in her curled up position on the floor. Not risking any movement, for fear of the threat still looming in the air.
Y/N continued to cry at the thought of almost dying, when a large warm hand was placed on her shoulder. She cries out, flinching away from the touch. Only to be pulled up to her feet by her arm and wrapped into a pair of arms, face first into what she realised was a chest. She struggled only for a second before her senses started working again. She knew that smell, the smell of coffee and sandalwood. She knew those arms that were so strongly wrapped around her back. Gibbs.
Her body relaxes into his grasp and it takes everything in her to not have her knees buckle.
âItâs okay, Y/L/N,â He whispers, as his arms wrap around her waist, âI got you.â Y/N feels the words vibrate in his chest, where her cheek lays.
She grips onto his jacket so tightly that she is sure it will leave crease marks when she inevitably releases. Driving her face deeper into the embrace, Y/N continues to sob, not caring about the tear stains that will be on Gibbsâ shirt. She slowly lifts her head off of his chest, looking up into Gibbsâ clear blue eyes.
âHow am I here? I should be de-â Y/N is cut off by Gibbs moving one of his hands from her waist to lay a finger over her lips.
âDonât. Ya werenât gonna die. Not on my watch.â He says. Looking down at Y/N.
Gibbs slowly moves his finger from her lips, but doesnât remove his hand from her face. Instead, cupping her cheek. At this moment, Y/N felt safe in his arms and thought to herself that now was as good a time as any.
âListenâŚGibbs. About what I mouthed to you earlier. You knowâŚwhen I was 100 percent sure I was going to die. You donât have to acknowledge it or anything, I understand that youâre my boss and youâre older than me but I meant what I said. I lo-â Y/Nâs rambling was cut off, but not by Gibbs.
A singular gun shot echoed throughout the warehouse, followed by silence.
I donât usually post stuff like this. But as a queer woman, this hits close to home. Iâve known a few people who have gone through conversion therapy and they are not for the better. It has made their mental health state worse. Please help us.
Even if you donât submit, please at least share/reblog this so it can raise awareness.
this person literally spits out shit like itâs some hot take. people like this is the reason we canât have fucking opinions. like who the fuck said i was being negative. the only ânegativeâ thing i said was that there was no chemistry between loki and sylvie.
also 1) sylvie may have wanted to kiss him, but it was to get him to lower his guard and manoeuvre him away. 2) lokius isnât a crack ship, and youâd know that if you knew the definition of âcrack shipâ. 3) there was no negativity in my post, just opinions i wanted to make clear. and please, donât talk about negativity in the main tag when every single post youâve tagged in the main tag is slick with negativity, name calling and belittling. the hypocrisy is outstanding. 4) itâs gatekeepers like you that ruin the experience for everyone else. i have not belittled anyone, yet you have resulted to calling me names for purely having an opinion.
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