Warnings: mentions of weapons, nonexplicit mentions of rape, pregnancy, doubts about pregnancy
Word count: 1506
Request by: anonymous
“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she’s pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”
A/N: Hey you! I’m finally getting to your request, sorry it has taken so long! I want to remind everyone that this story has triggers, so please read the warnings before continuing.
Warnings: mentions of weapons, nonexplicit mentions of rape, pregnancy, doubts about pregnancy
Word count: 1506
Request by: anonymous
“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she’s pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”
A/N: Hey you! I’m finally getting to your request, sorry it has taken so long! I want to remind everyone that this story has triggers, so please read the warnings before continuing.
Warnings: mentions of weapons, nonexplicit mentions of rape, pregnancy, doubts about pregnancy
Word count: 1506
Request by: anonymous
“Hey you! I really liked your Tony x Reader one were he comforts her bc she found out she’s pregnant from rape? I was wondering how Gibbs would react to the same?”
A/N: Hey you! I’m finally getting to your request, sorry it has taken so long! I want to remind everyone that this story has triggers, so please read the warnings before continuing.
You fumble with the lock for a minute before the door swings open, revealing a rustic, sparsely furnished interior. You step inside, dropping your bag off by the doorway and pushing the door closed behind you. For the first time in what feels like weeks, you breathe out a sigh of relief.
The chill of the unwarmed room forces you to keep your jacket on as you search around the semi-dark room for the pack of matches you knew Jethro kept around. After a few minutes of stumbling around, you find the matches and proceed to light the few candles scattered around. You knew you’d have to go charge to the generator to get the electricity on, but you couldn’t find the energy to go back outside in the cold fall rain and do so.
You whisper out a soft breath of thanks upon seeing the small stack of firewood next to the fireplace. Several failed attempts later and you finally manage to get a small fire going, the heat of which steadily starts warming the cabin. After pulling off your shoes, you climb into the sagging bed, wrapping the thick quilt around yourself and letting the exhaustion pulling at you take over.
The night passes uneventfully as the nightmares remain at bay for the first time in weeks. You wonder briefly if it had to do with the lingering scent of Jethro on the sheets or the quiet security of the cabin. Whatever the reason, you wake up feeling truly refreshed, the coolness of the air helping to wake you up. You take a moment to make the bed before heading to the bathroom to change out of your clothes from the previous day. You bend down, putting on your sneakers, and just as you are lacing them up a knock on the door stops you.
The sound sends your heart racing through your chest, your hand instinctively going for your hip, where you typically get your holstered weapon. Your fingers grasp at nothing and you realize with a start, that you’d left your sidearm locked up in the safe back home. You cautiously move to the door, standing mostly behind it as you crack it open, revealing a casually dressed Jethro. You step back, fully opening the door as you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You loosen your grip on the door, stepping to the side and moving back into the cabin, taking a seat on the bed.
Jethro slowly follows you in, pushing the door closed behind him. He pulls off his jacket, haphazardly laying it on a wooden chair before regarding you with knowing eyes.
“How did…uh, how’d you find me, Jethro?” You ask softly, your fingers tracing the worn squares of the handmade patchwork quilt covering the bed as you try not to dwell on the fact that you’d just called your boss by his first name.
Your question goes unanswered and after a few long moments, you lift your eyes to his. His piercing blue eyes are on you, his gaze unwavering as he speaks. “You told Abby you were going to clear your head, someplace off the grid where you could find peace.” He pauses, taking a step closer to you. His voice is rough with an unreadable emotion when he continues. “You told me once that you felt a true sense of peace out here, away from everything.”
His words hang in the air, suspended on the unasked question of why you’d come up here alone. He doesn’t force you to speak and a part of you feels that he probably already knows the answer to that silent question. The silence stretches out between the two of you as you struggle to find the words to tell Jethro the truth.
“We need firewood.” He says simply, shrugging his worn Carharrt back on before tugging open the heavy wooden door and stepping out into the chill of the fall night. You suck in a deep breath, trying to slow the rapid pace of your heart. You knew you’d have to tell him the truth, no matter how much the thought alone left you feeling queasy.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was the single most important in your life; he had been since the day you’d walked into that dated orange bullpen. The first time he’d looked at you, it felt as if you were been seen for the first time, as if he knew everything you’d ever be. He quickly became the one you trusted the most on the team, aside from maybe Abby. As completely cliche as it was, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love with him. And although the two of you completely shied away from the topic of feelings, you had this strange notion that maybe he felt the same for you. But how do you tell the man you loved something that would altogether change your life, and possibly even his?
Jethro pushes the door open with his shoulder, a load of split logs in his arms. A cold blast of air hits you and makes you shiver, only stopping when he shoved the door closed again. He moved effortlessly to the fireplace.
“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out, your words hitting Jethro like a bullet as he freezes in place. He is still for a long moment before he slowly sets down the logs, turning around to face you. His blue eyes are ice cold, devoid of any emotion as he flatly says, “Is it his?”
You can’t bring yourself to hold his gaze, your eyes dropping to your feet as you give a small nod of your head, a lump of emotions rising in your chest that you try to fight. An overwhelming tide of shame washes over you, coupling with a growing feeling of anxiety that leaves you breathless. The moment his rough hand brushes yours that tenuous wall you’d built comes tumbling down, a rush of tears springing to the surface. His strong arms are wrapped around you before you can even take a step closer to him. You bury your face in his neck, trying to stop the tears that are now rushing down your face. You find comfort in his arms, feeling for the first time in a long time like things were maybe going to be okay. You pull back just enough to look him square in the eyes for the first time since you’d spoken.
He brings a large, rough hand up to gently cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing a soft line up your cheekbone. “Just tell me what you need Y/N.” His voice is thick with emotion, telling you far more than his words were.
You can feel the tears rising within you at his words, but you force down the surge of emotions, not ready to cry again only moments after you’d just stopped. “Jethro…I-I don’t know what to do.” You roughly wipe a hand over your eyes, brushing away the remnants of tears. “I’ve never felt so completely helpless in my life. It feels like every decision is being made for me, faster than I can even comprehend.” You lean into his hand, closing your eyes as you continue in a broken whisper. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go, Jethro. I wanted to do this right. I wanted this… with you.” You trail off, having said what had been on your mind for the last day and a half.
“Just because it didn’t happen the way it should’ve doesn’t mean it can’t happen Y/N. I’m here now and I’ll be here through the whole thing. I can promise you that Y/N.” His hand slides from your cheek, down your face to under your chin, gently lifting it until your eyes meet his again. He gives you the softest smile, one you can’t ever recall seeing on him before. “I can be whatever you and the baby need Y/N.”
That wildly desperate feeling that had been seizing control of you starts to slowly fade away at his words and you find yourself leaning in, the distance between the two of you disappearing as you softly press your lips to his. His hands come up to tenderly wrap around each side of your face as he briefly deepens the kiss before leaning back and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“I just need you, Jethro.” You whisper in a moment of complete honesty, that feeling of safety that you only ever felt around him washing over you.
“I’ll be here as long as you want me to be.” He responds, his voice thick and heavy with emotion.
“I’ll always want you.” You breathe out. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead, he leans down, giving you another kiss before he wraps his arms around you. And as uncertain as your future was, you could trust in the fact that the one constant in the days, months, even years, to come would be Jethro.
Warnings: pregnant reader, pregnancy symptoms, age gap between reader and Gibbs, mentions of anxious/nervous feelings, fluff! (Wow! It’s been a while)
Word count: 1104
Request: anonymous “can i request an “im pregnant” au with gibbs?? And how good father he is!!”
A/N: I know you requested an au, which in my head means a headcannon, but this idea is actually in my list of fics to write , so I decided to give you a one-shot Enjoy!!
It feels like your whole body is jittering as you wait in front of the small vanity in your bathroom. The cheerfully bright pink and white pregnancy test sitting on the marbled countertop is the only thing keeping you from knowing whether your life had just changed forever. Or rather, the three minutes until the test is complete is all that stands between you and the unknown.
You start drumming your fingertips along the edge of the porcelain sink, trying desperately to find some way to release your anxious energy without somehow catching the attention of your NCIS agent husband, who was known for knowing exactly what was going on at all times. The drumming of your fingers turns into tapping your feet which leads to you nervously hopping around the small bathroom, trying to distract yourself from the seconds that are slowly ticking by.
As you impatiently wait, your energy pouring out into short, vigorous strides as you pace the length of the bathroom, you can’t help but wonder what a baby would do to your life, to Jethro’s life, and the life the two of you shared together.
You hadn’t thought that children were ever going to be in the cards for you. At first, you’d thought that it was because you hadn’t found the right guy, only stumbling upon Jethro after years of dating one wrong guy after the other. In fact, you’d only met Jethro because the guy you were supposed to be meeting for a blind date stood you up. Your frustration and disappointment had led you to the ice cream aisle in the grocery store, where upon leaving, you’d accidentally bumped in a certain silver-haired, blue eyed man. You had apologized profusely, even insisting on buying the man’s groceries (a sparse selection of items that made up a bachelor’s dinner if you’d ever seen one). He had quietly refused and before you could even protest, he was asking you out to dinner that night. You had said yes without thinking, something within you calling you to get to know this man.
Then, as the two of you moved forward in the relationship, you hadn’t thought much about children because Jethro was a good twelve years older than you. You figured he’d had the chance and decided not to go that route in life.
Then, you’d learned about Shannon and Kelly and you’d buried deep within yourself that part of you that had started fantasizing about having a little boy or girl with Jethro. You couldn’t ask that of him knowing he’d lost his first, his only, child and had effectively closed the door on that part of his life. You wouldn’t ask him to confront the demons that came with having a second child that lived long past the life of his first.
As you fell deeper in love with Jethro, you began to view your dwindling chance at children as something of a sacrifice to keep Jethro in your life. It hurt, but the thought of living life without him, after you’d seen just how great life was with him, hurt more. So you threw yourself into the lives of the children around you, the number of nieces and nephews (many of them honorary) making it easy. You attended plays and concerts, ball games and parties, and freely offered up your babysitting services to all of your friends. And although Jethro raised a few eyebrows at the number of events you went to for the children in your life, he never asked why you’d started throwing yourself whole-heartedly into their lives.
A loud beep echoes throughout the bathroom, pulling you from the downward spiral your mind had been sucked into. You take a deep, slow breath before looking at the test. Two faint pink lines stare back at you, ripping the breath away from your lungs.
Positive.
In an instant, a new life flashes before your eyes…
Tiny hands grasping your finger.
Bright blue eyes staring up at you.
Tottering steps taken towards outstretched hands.
A small body cradled between you and Jethro as Jethro whispers fantastical nighttime stories of dragons and knights in shining armor.
Chocolate chip pancakes and Saturday morning cartoons. Ball games in the yard, little feet chasing after a wayward ball as Jethro’s rich laughter fills the air.
You realize with a start that you’re crying, the tears rolling down your cheeks, the pregnancy test long since forgotten on the bathroom floor. The need to tell Jethro seizes you and you’re up off the bathroom floor and into the hallway before you even have time to process what you’re doing.
“Jethro?” You call, your voice echoing out in the lowly lit house. He doesn’t answer, so you head towards the basement. The steeps creak as you make your way down into the cool basement, the heavy smell of wood calming your nerves even before you make it to the bottom.
“Jethro?” You ask, standing awkwardly at the bottom of the steps as your eyes scan over the room.
A head appears from behind the wood planks of a half finished boat, the yellow light making his silver hair shine. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” His voice is rough as he steps around the front of the boat and closes the space between the two of you. His hands are outstretched, reaching for your face as he wipes away the remaining tears with his fingers. “What’s wrong Y/N?” He asks quietly, his blue eyes searching yours for some sort of answer.
“I’m-we’re…” You stumble over the words, another lump rising in your throat as you try to form a proper sentence. “I’m pregnant Jethro.” You whisper, your gaze dropping to the floor as anxiety rises in your chest. You had no way of knowing what he would say, after all, you’d avoided the topic your entire relationship with him.
A warm, rough hand slides down your cheek, to your jaw as he delicately lifts your chin until you’re looking at him. “You’re what?”
“I’m pregnant.” The words are a little easier to say the second time but the look in his eyes prevents you from saying any more. He stares at you a beat longer, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, the emotional tides within them threatening to pull you under. Then, his arms are wrapped around you, bringing you in close, his lips pressing a faint kiss to your temple.
“Best news I’ve heard all day.” He murmurs and you let out a laugh of relief as you lift your lips up to his, giving him a long kiss.
I just hit a huge follower milestone (at least to me) and it’s all because of you guys!! I can’t thank you enough for the support and the likes/reblogs of my work!! I adore each and every one of you guys!!!
I can’t tell you how much each of you means to me! I never would have guessed or even thought that there would be this many of you when I started this blog, and yet here you are! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!
As a little celebration, I’ve decided to do something a little different than the prompt drabbles I’ve done in the past (if y’all can remember, a lot of those turned out far longer than an actual drabble ♀️)
For this, all you have to do is drop me an ask, comment on this post, or send me a message and I’ll add you to a list. From there, three of you will be randomly chosen and I’ll write a 2k or longer fic based off of a request you send me (as long as it follows my request rules).
