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Idk how this random inspiration thought hit but do you guys know of NCIS? Like the crime show? I got a random idea from one of their episodes.

It’s kinda like the first story I had dropped, but instead of it, it’s the episode of where Agent DiNozzo and Agent David (pronounced Da-Veed) are to pose as a Mercenary couple and their hotel room is decked out (all fancy like) because they were to catch the killers of the couple they were posing as and so on and so forth.

You see where I’m going with this right? I could tweak a few things but it sounds solid right?

A Driving Force

An ancient ask from an old friend, it came to me in a dream. Viola. 

Gibbs x Reader | No use of [Y/n] | 3.2 k | Mentions of Childbirth, swearing, pregnancy, mentions of sex, fluff with little to no angst

Pregnancy has got you ready to throttle your husband. 

Nearly eight months pregnant, and you are going to kill someone. 

Someone's name is Jethro. 

Jethro, who- after your first baby- thought it would be a swell idea to have another (don't get me wrong, he is more than good at making them, it's the labor and the first trimester that does you in.) Jethro, who is at work and not at home making you tea or rubbing your calves, or doing literally anything other than being at work. It's driving you nuts, and your son may as well be training for the baby Olympics. There's no reprieve, not with a heating pad, not with an exercise ball, not with the piss-poor excuse for a nap you'd tried to take, nothing. 

So you do what anyone would've done: You drive your ass to his work and give the security guards some vaguely veiled threats to let you up to the bullpen. 

And naturally, he's nowhere to be found. 

"I am going to kill that man," you grumble, reclining in his chair, leaning your head back, and closing your eyes. Ironically enough, the background noise helps- you feel more relaxed than at home. 

The elevator dings, and in comes the trio. (McGee- you assume- is down in the lab. Jethro says he prefers it to fieldwork some days.) And- naturally- they're yelling. 

"I had him!" 

"You had shit! That dude outran you by miles! He's halfway to Timbuktu right now!"  

"Dinozzo-" 

"Boss, I am telling you-"

"Dinozzo."

They stop in the bullpen, and you stand, hand over your stomach, and downright glower at your husband. "Leroy." 

Tony's face crumples into something like horror, Kate looks like a bomb might go off, and Jet- well, he looks a little south of terrified. As he should. 

"Sweetheart," He walks toward you, hands outstretched, and immediately goes in for a gentle peck on the cheek. You swat him away. He frowns comically. 

"Your son is driving me up a wall." 

"You shouldn't be driving like this," he reaches down and caresses the bump. Damn him and his soft voice. Usually, you only hear it in the comfort of your home, never at work, and maybe that's what melts your resolve of putting up a fight. 

You sigh, slouching into him and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He takes it all in stride, cupping his hand on the back of your head, drawing circles with his thumb on that place where the base of your skull meets your neck. It makes you fall apart like a card tower. You groan- he has the decency not to laugh, just winds his other arm around your waist. "Is he giving you a hard time?" It's asked softly, gently, kindly, with all the warmth of a roaring fire and the bourbon in the basement. This is the Jet that makes you question if he's really an agent. 

"He's been kicking my bladder for hours," you groan into his shirt. It smells like sawdust and mint. "You'd think he's training for boot camp in there." 

Jethro rubs gently at your waist- Tony and Kate sit quietly at their desks and have the decency to stop arguing. Tony even takes a field trip to God knows where- it makes you smile. "Better or worse than Dani?" 

Dani is your nearly five-year-old. A bundle of joy and Jethro's entire world, she has a smile to light up a room. 

And a temper to rival Hell, she gets it from her dad, but he handles her well. 

You scoff. "Dani didn't take up gymnastics, and if I recall correctly, you missed the first eight hours of my labor." 

"Twenty more to go- didn't miss much." You smack him gently on the back, and he only chuckles and continues to rub the muscles of your hips and neck. "You damn near broke my hand." 

"Twenty-eight hours of labor, Jethro. You're lucky I didn't break every bone in your body and shoot you." He mumbles something like 'touche', and you stand in silence for a moment. Jet quietly says 'here' and untangles himself from you (you nearly kill him) until he spins around. Facing your back and winding his arms around to your stomach, he reaches underneath your bump, intertwines his fingers, and lifts. 

You come this close to moaning in the middle of NCIS headquarters. 

Jet started doing this sometime towards the end of the second trimester when your bump became less of that and more like a mound. (These days, it feels more like a mountain.) The muscles in your abdomen relax, and the relief is instantaneous. Your head lols back onto his shoulder, and you kiss the underside of his jaw. "Thank you." 

It comes out in a whisper, but he gets the idea and returns the gesture to your forehead. "'Course sweetheart," And then you just stand there. It could be hours- it could be seconds. Realistically, it was probably closer to ten minutes. Jethro is strong, despite his age and his appearance. If you asked him he could probably do this for another hour and then some. Come to think- he'd do anything you asked him to. And you'd do the same, quite frankly, but right now- right now this is plenty. 

Jethro releases the weight of your baby boy slowly, oh-so-gently and it nearly makes you sob (damn pregnancy hormones) and hugs you from the side, careful not to undo the release he's just given you. You peck his cheek, leaning into the embrace, and close your eyes. 

And then water splashes down your leg, down your pants, and onto a puddle in the NCIS bullpen. 

Motherfucker. 

Echoed both in your head and out loud by your husband, Tony chooses this perfect moment to come barreling into the room. "Boss, we got something- oh shit." 

"Dinozzo, go get my car," and Jet hurls the keys at Tony's head. Tony, with all his goofiness and jokes, makes none about the situation and beelines for the staircase, Kate hot on his heels. 

Contraction number one hits with full speed, nearly taking you to your knees, and Jet hugs you around your waist, keeping you from collapsing and yanking the phone from his back pocket. "If the nurse doesn't give me an epidural this time, you have my full permission to shoot them." 

"Yes ma'am," he says, throwing the phone onto his desk. You don't see what he's done with it, you're too busy trying to stand. 

The contraction fades, you rise, and Jethro rises with you. "You're early." 

"Dani was three weeks early," you breathe deeply through your nose and out through your mouth. 

"This is nearly four." 

"Well, then, Jet, get a damn move on." And move he does. He makes sure you're standing steady first, before flying behind his desk to grab a bag. You do a double take. "You keep the hospital bag in your office?" 

He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, slinging the bag over his shoulder and guiding you toward the elevator. "Been with me for two months now, sweetheart." 

You're going to sob. 

Jet's gentle hand on your elbow and back gets you both to the elevator in one piece. An agent- you don't know who- is standing there as the doors ding open. Jethro gives him a look that could freeze over hell as he turns around to ask what floor, and the mystery agent steps out. 

You poke the 'G' button as another contraction punches through you. Jet gets you to lean against the cool metal wall as the elevator begins to move, and you grip his forearm tight. You're not swearing, not yet, just breathing deeply, but at this rate, you'll be calling the doctor a fuckwad the minute you walk through the hospital doors. 

Tony and Kate (bless their hearts) have the car running right out of the elevator in the parking garage. Tony reaches for your arm to help you in but a sharp, "Hands off my wife, DiNozzo!" Stops him dead in his tracks. Kate steps in as Jet throws the bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger door while Kate leads you. 

"You're gonna do great, call us when the baby's here, and we'll handle the case, Gibbs." The last part is directed toward your husband, who takes your other forearm as you sit gingerly in the car. 

He drives like Jethro. Which is to say: Like a maniac. 

You don't complain, even if it feels like you're in the middle of a police chase. He cuts the fifteen-minute drive to the hospital in half, skidding to a halt in front of the maternity wing, and barely remembers to turn off the car before reaching behind him to snag the bag and half-carry you to the doors. You can hardly blink before they've got you in a room, changed into a hospital gown, and are telling you to push.

Mike Leroy Gibbs' labor clocks in at a whopping two hours. 

It's a very painful two hours. Jet may have threatened several doctors and nurses to give you an epidural (who complies, you don't know the details and you don't want to.) They whisk him away to check vitals and clean him up, though Jet also threatens to maim or seriously injure someone if Mike isn't in your arms in fifteen minutes. 

He's returned rather quickly (you have a feeling you'll have to do damage control when you give a shit.) And he is the cutest bundle of warm brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you ever did see. 

You don't let Jethro hold him for something close to an hour, you damn near fall asleep with him on your chest for a little while, but with a soft, "Jet, look at your son." He takes him

Jethro is pretty quiet while he holds him- he was the same with Dani, awestruck by her existence and speechless. He coos at Mike, who's fast asleep, and sways him gently back and forth. He sits down, the armchair pulled as close to your hospital bed as it can get, with one hand cradling your son and the other holding your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the meat of your thumb. 

(You crushed his forearm during labor. Not literally, Jethro is still injury free, but there will be bruises in a few days. He knows how sore you are though, and if he wasn't occupied with his new son, you'd be sure he'd be giving you a massage. He was just as good- if not miles better- than when you gave birth to Dani. He was on a case, deep cover, and didn't get the phone call from Ducky or the hospital until you were well into labor. Ducky's phone call was far more urgent- Gibbs drove at least forty over to get to you.) 

"Jet, I gotta call Donovan, he still has two more days with Dani-" 

"Already taken care of sweetheart." 

You're going to melt. Absolutely dissolve into a pile of lovey-dovey goo. "Thank you." 

He brings your hand to his lips to kiss each of your knuckles. "He's on his way, your brother drives slower than I do-" 

"Jethro, everyone drives slower than you." 

The corner of his lips twitch upward at that, and he doesn't argue. 

The room is... nice. It's the only way to describe it. You feed Mike, and Jet is respectful and goes to find you OJ while you do it. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable, hun. Figured you could just use some time with him, skin to skin." 

Yeah, you're gonna cry. 

You actually do, while he's away and Mike has finished. It's not sad tears, they're definitely happy. When Jethro comes back he seems to know it, you don't even have to say anything, he just sits on the side of the bed, curls an arm behind your shoulders, and pets your hair. There are kisses laid atop your head, and he rubs your bicep. He whispers in his soft voice, the one you're so used to hearing that when you visit him at work his 'Boss' tone makes you do a double take. (Is it hot? Absolutely. But there's nothing quite like the quiet tone he uses when he asks if you're ready for bed.) 

You sniffle, Mike shifts in your arms as Jethro wipes a tear and a series of gentle knocks at the door sound through your hospital room. One, two, three, four, five, heads poke through the sliver in the open door. "Boss? Can we come in?" 

Gibbs looks to you for permission before answering. You nod and smile softly, and he beckons to the agents. Abby and Kate file in first, closely followed by Tim, then Ducky, who holds the door open for Tony, who's carrying two huge plastic bags filled with something that smells magical. 

Abby gives you the first hug, careful to avoid your newborn, she wraps an arm around your shoulder while Jethro untangles himself from you to help Tony. ("Did ya buy enough for the whole wing, Dinozzo?") 

Kate comes in next, taking Abby's place with a hug around your shoulder. You share grins, and she asks you how the labor was- the conversation is easy and nice. (Everyone knows how bad Dani's labor was. You've come into the office a few times a month, usually with coffee or breakfast, or-hell, even dinner for your husband and his crew when the nights turn long. You used to come in once a week during the first trimester. You and Gibbs would be in the NCIS bathroom with your head in a toilet, hair held back, and circles rubbed on your shoulders. Those were rough days.) 

"Do you wanna hold him?" 

Kate looks a little dumbstruck. Ducky and Tim are giving her encouraging glances, grinning ear to ear. "Y-you're sure?" 

You smile up at her, readjust, and hold Mike out. "Make sure to support his head, arm under his neck, keep the blanket- there you go." Kate kinda giggles- a breathy laugh escapes as she turns toward Gibbs and grins wide. He smiles back- then wider to you- and winks. To this day, it still gives you butterflies. 

Kate moves around the room- pacing in circles, bounces your son in the crook of her elbow, and quietly talks with Ducky. Tim comes in for a small hug. "Congrats, Mrs. Gibbs. You feel alright?" 

You scoff and pull him in with both arms. "I'm exhausted- I think Jet threatened someone for an epidural." 

You give him a peck on the cheek as he steps back, unfolding himself. Tim blushes pink and smiles. "Anything I can do? Food? Clothes?" You nearly start crying again. "I make a mean quiche, waffles too- Abby's can vouch for me-"

You laugh (Jethro's eyes light up at the sound, Tony notices.) "That sounds wonderful, Tim. Thank you, I mean it." 

He smiles, genuine, and you get the feeling sometimes Tony and Kate are a little hard on him. Then you remember how they rallied when he was in the hospital from a gunshot wound, and all those thoughts fade away. 

"McGee! Get over here!" Tony yells from across the room, gesturing with a plastic knife. 

Kate comes over to hand back Mike, but you gesture to Ducky. "Go ahead, Duck. I'm sure you've had your fair share of holding babies, don't make me lecture you." 

Ducky smile kindly (everyone seems to be smiling lately, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes you happy. The my-heart-hurts-with-happiness way. You think the work is thankful, but even that seems too small of a word for what you feel.) Kate hands Mike over, carefully, slowly- his head fits neatly into the palm of her hand, where it waits until Ducky re-settles the blanket over him. 

Duckys' a natural- he sways with Mike and regals him with PG versions of his cases. Mike, sleepy and half-conscious, wiggles out of the blanket and wraps one of his teeny-tiny hands around the doctor's fingers. Abby and Kate coo and fold the blanket back over your son. They wiggle their own fingers at him, but Mike stays sound asleep, shifting minutely in Ducky's arms.

Tony comes in next for a one-armed, light hug. (You suspect Jet is behind that- you pull him in all the same. ) 

"Gibbs mentioned you were hungry," he gestures to the small table ladened with takeout boxes. "Said you were craving pasta." 

You pull him back for another, tighter hug, gifting him with a peck on the cheek too, "Thank you, Tony, that's really sweet of you." 

He blushes lightly, with a smug sort of look on his face. "You guys can keep the leftovers- McGee's idea."

You give his hand a squeeze instead of words, but he seems to get the idea, winking and holding up your shoulders while you sit up as Jet brings a plate over. He doesn't chastise Tony for his hand placement or the still-visible blush painted across his neck and cheeks, but you're more focused on the heavenly-smelling, rich, and sauce-loaded noodles being presented to you. 

You groan. "You are a saint, hun. Thank you." You grab the plate and fork with eager hands. Tony laughs and meanders off to grab a plate of his own while Jet sits on the side of your bed. He's got his own plate- carefully portioned and balanced on one knee as he catches a noodle falling off your fork and nearly onto the sheets. 

"Thanks," you reply with a mouthful, but it comes out more like a grunt. Jet gets the message anyway, smiling down at you. You're more at an even height now that you're sitting up, and you watch cheerfully as Ducky looks to you for permission to pass Mike to Abby. 

Tim and Kate are chatting quietly. They look over at you and Jet once and a while. (You get the sneaky suspicion you won't have to cook or do chores in the house for months.) Tony is still ladling noodles onto his plate, and you watch as he hands a similar one to Ducky. 

You didn't notice when they first entered- or maybe she was hiding it- but there's a little (not-so-little) bag sitting at Abby's feet as she takes Mike oh-so-gently from Ducky. You guess it might be something black- it'll contrast with his eyes, and you giggle internally at the thought. Abby sways over to Tony, rocking Mike in her arms- you think Tony calls him Giblet Number Two, and you roll your eyes playfully. 

It hits you suddenly how happy you are, nearly knocks you breathless as you watch everyone crowd around Abby as Mike opens his eyes. This is... wonderful. You don't have words for it: you have everything you can ask for and more, and Jethro seems to read your mind (as always.) He reaches down to squeeze your free hand, looking sideways through his eyelashes. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart." 

You smile tearily at him. "I know." 

Hi !!

Hi !! How are you ? I know I didn’t write a lot of things about me, but I think it’s better, for now ;)

I’ll take your requests if you want me to (I know that it has better writter than me) but if it is about characters in series or/and movies I didn’t watched it would take more time than usual.

My fav series :

1. NCIS

2. Sherlock

3. The Flash

Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Aaron Hotchner, Donald Cragen, Robert "Bobby" Nash are all the same character

Older man/father figure/tragic past/brooding

Who I think would sacrifice themselves if these duos went to Vormir

Donald "Ducky" Mallard & James "Jimmy" Palmer

Abby Sciuto & Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Ziva David & Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, Jr.

Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, Jr. & Timothy Mcgee

Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, Jr.

Ziva David & Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Nicholas "Nick" Torres & Eleanor "Ellie" Bishop

Tobias C. Fornell & Leroy Jethro Gibbs

James "Jimmy" Palmer & Kasie Hines

Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane & Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Kate Todd’s instragram profile

A Christmas You Won’t Forget.

First Fanfiction

Prompt: None

Paring: DiNozzo x Reader

Warning: Little amount of swears

Note: The is in multiple perspectives, I’ll note when it changes

(Not my gif)

You were sitting at your desk reading, you had come in thirty minutes early.

“Y/N!” Tony called from the elevator entrance. You looked up from your desk.

“Hey,” you responded, putting your book away.

“You're early.” He walked towards your desk.

“Yeah, it’s quiet here.” You looked at him.

“It was quiet when I got up.”

“I got up an hour before you. Remember?”

“That’s right.” He kissed you on the forehead, and went back to his desk.

“Good Morning, Tony, Y/N.” Ziva said, walking into the bullpen.

“Morning!” You called.

“We’re still doing the Christmas movie, right guys?” Tim asked, walking in.

“Yep, from my family to yours.” Tony said.

“I can’t wait!” You exclaimed.

Gibbs walked in, “Body in NorFolk. Grab your gear.”

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You closed the file of paperwork, “Case closed.”

“Movie?” Ziva asked.

“Ready whenever you guys are.” You said.

“Let’s go.” Tony said.

You got up, and headed to MTAC. Tony wrapped his arm over your shoulders as you both walked.

“I love you.” You said, looking up at Tony

“Love you too.” He responded

Once you entered MTAC you headed for a seat towards the back. Gibbs hadn’t been told that you and Tony were dating so this way you and Tony could snuggle without having to tell him. Tony dropped back once you both entered.

Tony’s perspective

“Nervous?” Tim asked.

“A little,” he chuckled. “But I’m sure everything will be fine. I hope.” You had never been so nervous but Y/N was your whole world, and you were finally gonna pop the question. You wanted to do it right before the movie started, in front of everyone. Tim, and Ziva were the only ones who knew. You wanted to tell Abby but she might have spilled the beans. You turned on ‘It’s a Wonderful Life.’ and paused it.

Reader’s perspective

Tim and Ziva turned to face you when Tony paused the movie.

“Tony, what the fuck are you planning up there?” You asked.

“Come here.” Tony said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Just go, Y/N.” Ziva said. You got up out of your chair, and headed to the front.

“What do you want?”

“This.” He got down on one knee and pulled the ring out of his pocket. Your hands flew to your mouth as tears started to form. “Y/N Y/L/N, I have loved you since the day we met. Your smile alone brightens up my day. The smile you manage to have no matter how bad your day is going or how much I annoy you. So, Y/N, will you let me wake up next to you each morning, annoy you every day, and spend every night with you by marrying me?”

“Yes! Fuck yeah!” Tony stands up and pulls you into a hug as he places the ring on your finger. “I am one lucky woman.” You say. Abby ran up and hugged you tight.

“Congratulations!” She yelled.

“Abby, I need to breathe.” You said.

“Sorry!” She released you from the hug. Gibbs got up from his seat and walked over to Tony.

“You think your sly, DiNozzo?”

“No Boss.” Tony said, quickly.

“Good.” He said, giving Tony a quick head slap. He winced. You look at Tim and Ziva,

“You two knew?” You asked, knowing the answer already.

“Yep!” Tim shouted. You smiled before everyone headed to their seat. Tony unpaused the movie and headed to the seat next to you.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.” Tony said, pulling you into a kiss.

Commitment- Part 1

Paring: DiNozzo x Reader

Tony and you had gone on many, many dates but you weren’t official. The idea of a committed relationship was difficult for both of you. Tony had called you earlier and you headed to his apartment after he said “We need to talk.” You opened his apartment door, stepping inside before shutting it behind you.

“I’m here!”

“Good!” Tony said, walking in to room. He sat on the couch, “Wanna sit?”

“I- I’m good.”

“Listen, we’ve been dating for a couple months now and I want to make it official”

Your gut churned at the word ‘official’ and without thinking you left his apartment, sprinting for the elevator. You had a decent head start so before Tony could get there the door opened and you got in. The doors were almost completely shut before a hand was stuck in between them. It was Tony.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

“What?” You questioned.

“God Dammit!” He yelled, raising his voice. “I said do you love me?”

“Yes.” You sigh.

“So why’d you run?”

“Because the idea of commitment terrifies me, okay? Every committed relationship I ended up in ended badly, so like you I was into flings, one night stands because they were short. When you said you wanted to be officially a couple I just pa-“ DiNozzo interrupted you with a kiss.

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.

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“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

I hit 50 followers and I’m so happy! Thank you guys so much for your support and this gives me an excuse for a follower prompt writing thing… so here’s some prompts, send me an ask with the number and genre and the character. Also thank you @nerdyfangirl67 for your help with this.

I write for-

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Tony

Tim

Ziva

Ellie

Gibbs

Here’s the prompts-

Fluff

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“I really love holding you, (darling, doll, babe, baby- lmk).”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, (blank), don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.”

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Angst

"Do I really mean nothing to you?"

"I never meant to hurt you!"

"You are worth less than dirt to me."

"We could have been happy together..."

"I should've protected you!"

"Will you stay with me till I'm gone?"

"Don't leave me here, please!"

"It was my fault... it was all my fault!"

"I don't want to die-!"

"Please give me another chance!"

"It's okay... I wasn't meant to survive this."

"Please forgive me..."

"I'm dying and you can't stop it."

"You're dying and I can't stop it!"

"I only came to say goodbye."

"Stay with me!"

"I thought you loved me. I was wrong."

"I thought I loved you. I was wrong."

"Please don't hurt me!"

"I don't want to see you."

"I'm so sorry..."

"I'm ending it tonight. Don't try to stop me..."

"What did you do to yourself?"

"You can't just tell me to leave!"

"This wasn't meant to work out, you know."

"It's too hard. It's just too hard..."

"I was stupid to think you cared."

"You were stupid to think I cared."

Comfort- Kinda idk

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“It’s okay, it’s just you and me now.”

“You’re not invisible.”

“I love you more than I can ever scream.”

“I swear I’ll never let it happen again.”

“Please tell me what happened so I can help you feel better.”

“I just want you to be okay.”

“Of course I care for you.”

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

“You can talk to me. You can cuss, cry, scream, it doesn’t matter. Just talk until it’s all out.”

“None of this was your fault.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“You’re my entire world.”

“You’re safe here in my arms.”

“See, even our pet agrees.”

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