#tobias fornell reader insert

[rose-edith]

Tobias cuddles? 🥺🥺

Alright, I’m convinced…it took a whole lot of twisting my arm to get this…clearly…😂 jokes aside, hope you like it!

Tobias cuddles:

•oh this man. Not only does he give good cuddles, but he has great need for them too! He’s a little touch starved bless him.

•so catch him greeting you every single day with a huge bear hug! And on days when he’s a little tired, or a little low, he’ll linger in your arms, taking strength from your warm hug.

•he’s a little bit like a cat, in that he’d enjoy nothing more than to curl up in your lap and enjoy your attention. I’m sure if you were to scratch gently at his scalp that he’d even start to purr, oh yes, he’s definitely the cat that got the cream in that situation!

•you hardly ever have to ask for a hug from Tobias. He can read on your face when you need some touch and gentle loving. But if you do have to ask you can either just meekly bleat out the single word ‘hug’ or you can hold your arms open without a word and he’ll silently take the hint and slide into your welcoming embrace, returning the love just as ardently.

•so when he can see on your face that you’ve had one hell of a trying day, or that you’re feeling somewhat unwell, he’ll pull you into his arms, tuck your head under his neck and hold you close. His chest is surprisingly strong, and you feel safely enclosed within his arms. He’s warm and radiating peace and comfort. And he grins- though you can’t see it- when you begin to nuzzle into him fully. You go totally limp in his arms, you know he’s able to hold you up! He’s got you.

•he doesn’t mind if you cry, sometimes he cry’s too. Hugs just bring it all out of you. And he’s always got a tissue if you need to dry your eyes! If you do start crying though he’ll hold you closer, he’ll guide your hand between your bodies to rest over the top of his heart so you can feel the steady, reliable beat. The comfort that brings you…it’s untold, but Tobias knows, he’s got you.

•and that is always the meaning of his hugs: he’s got you safe. Whether it’s a fleeting embrace of excitement when you celebrate good news, or a long, much needed, sometimes tearful hug, you can feel his devotion to you. He’s got you.

[dwaynepride]

Fornell and 🎭

hc ask meme

🎭 Jealous HC with Tobias Fornell

tobias is a great agent. he's smart. he's bold. he doesn't take shit from anybody. and deep down past the cynicism and self-deprecation, he's a compassionate and thoughtful man. this does not mean he can't get wildly jealous and overthink everything, because that's what he does best.

he trusts you more than anything. he would lay his life down for you in the blink of an eye. and maybe that fierce, blinding love is what fuels tobias' jealousy. because he's been burned before by past love. he trusts you and that's why he knows it'll hurt like a bitch if you ever decide to wake up and realize that you're too good for his sorry ass.

you will absolutely know when tobias is feeling jealous. he doesn't exactly hide it very well. he gets short with people, scoffs a lot more, spouts some sarcastic comment that really outta earn him a fat lip. he'll try to keep you close to him, or at least, away from the asshole who keeps flirting like an idiot.

and he won't hide it. ask him flat out if he's jealous and tobias would say hell yes. he's not the type to dance around these types of feelings. he'll say something along the lines of "i don't trust that guy, he's bad news," to explain that gut feeling. or something more personal, like "he's looking at you in a way i don't like."

a jealous tobias is him at his worst, i'd say. close-minded, short-tempered, egging on the person who caused his jealous feelings in hopes they would react and make him look like the good guy. he just hates when his insecurities are laid out, plain to see.

reassuring him in a genuine way really helps. when he's like this, tobias won't react well to light teasing or even just a kiss. if it's bad enough, you'd have to sit him down and talk it out - which is absolute torture for him, but in the end, it helps.

and yeah, afterwards, you can kiss him all you want.

[ironarrow87]

NCIS OneShot: Gray Area

Summary: Two men walk into a bar. You are also in that bar. Both men try to show you why one is better than the other. Also, they're drunk. There's a punchline in here somewhere...

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: None, that I can think of...

Notes: Two years later, I finally got around to finishing this.

You adjust the strap on your dress a bit anxiously. You have never been to this bar before, but DiNozzo had suggested it to you when you first joined the team. It’s taken you a full year, but you finally managed to find yourself a free night to yourself amidst the busy nights bringing murderers to justice.

It wasn’t like you were complaining though. You have really come to love the little family you had made at NCIS. Despite DiNozzo’s nosiness, you looked up to him like you would a big brother. And McGee’s timidness had made you adopt a protective aura around him, often serving as a barrier between him and DiNozzo in the numerous squabbles they seem to share. Abby was really welcoming and fun the second you stepped into the building, and she spent every free second of her time asking if you wanted to hang out with her.

You smile, thinking of her as you call the bartender’s attention.

“What will you have?”

“Scotch, neat, please.”

He nods his approval, and you watch him pour the amber liquid into a fancy crystal glass. He slides it on to you, and you pay for it.

Taking a sip, you’re quite impressed with the class of the place. After all, it had been DiNozzo who suggested this place to you, so you felt as though you should have expected a little hint of sleaziness to the place. You feel bad about your apprehensions about the bar, and you chase the feeling away with another sip of Scotch.

Gazing around, you can see that the bar was pretty popular, especially with cops. At least you didn’t need to feel on guard in this place with  the amount of trained people in the room . For a moment, you allow yourself to get lost in the chatter of people, the light music playing in the background, the sound of glasses being set back on the table after a couple of sips, the ding of the cash register, the clatter of the ice machine with the clinking of ice into glasses, and the sounds of the bartender taking drink orders.

And then there’s a sound you really didn’t want to hear at the moment.

“I don’t see why we had to come here, Tobias.”

You force yourself not to turn. Instead, you glance at a mirror angled above the bar, and you see your boss, and his friend from the FBI. They walk into the bar and take a seat at a corner booth instead of at the counter like you were.

Much to your relief.

It’s not that you didn’t like your boss. Gibbs seemed like a decent man, and if he came to over to you to talk, you’re sure it would have been fine. He just made you a bit flustered, that’s all. It was just that he was a bit...odd. Gibbs was very private, and you respected that, but in the entire year of working under him, you know next to nothing about him that the team didn’t tell you themselves. On top of that, he was acting off around you lately. And meeting him after work in a bar? That would be a disaster. He wasn’t ever rude to you of course. But you've come to notice that he’d find any excuse to leave the room if it was just the two of you alone. It was almost like he couldn’t stand you.

To distract yourself from that thought, you take another gulp of Scotch and focus on its slow burn down the back of your throat. Should you leave?

No, if you stood up now, you’d be in direct line of sight. It was a miracle that they didn’t see you yet.

Perhaps it was because you were in a dress instead of the usual work clothes you wore. Or maybe your hair seemed a lot different as you had done something different to it this time. Whatever it was, you were glad for the sudden invisibility that seemed to have been granted to you. You’re not close enough to hear their conversations, but you can see waitresses giving them food and drinks over the course of an hour. You order another glass.

You sit there nursing your new Scotch, wondering how your free night turned into this. This waiting game that you never wanted to be part of. It was almost like you were prey, just waiting for the predators to walk by and see if they notice you or not. You sigh and set your glass down.

“[Y/N]?”

You nearly jump out of your skin. In your effort to not be seen, you had forgotten to keep an eye on the mirror, and Gibbs is now standing beside you.

Great.

“Yes, boss!” you blurt out.

“Boss? You make her call you ‘boss’ outside of work?” Fornell’s eyebrow was quirked at his friend.

“I didn’t tell her to call me anything.”

You tilt your head, you can feel your heart rate picking up, but you noticed the smallest slur in their voices. They must have been drinking for the entire hour.

Gibbs turns to you. “I didn’t tell you to call me that, did I?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.”

Fornell gazes at you. “How’ve you been liking working for Gibbs? Heard he can be a bit rough on the newbies.”

You shrug, feeling your ears redden under the men's’ gazes. “He’s a good boss.”

Fornell laughs. “If you say so, but if you’d rather work for someone more interesting, you’re welcome to come work for me.”

Gibbs cuts in before you have a chance to respond. “Ignore him, he’s all talk.”

Fornell looks offended. “I am not.”

Gibbs leans against the bar counter, and you’re completely bewildered by the two men talking more than you’ve heard either of them speak all year. You can smell Bourbon on Gibbs’s breath.

He throws a crumpled up napkin into the trash from where he stood. “Talk is cheap, Tobias, and so are you,” he says off handedly.

Your eyes widen. “Uhm, I think-”

Fornell lets out the smallest growl from deep in his throat. “That’s a lie, [Y/N], don’t listen to him. He’s a liar. You know how I can tell?” You chew the inside of your cheek, unsure if Gibbs would get mad if you responded. Lucky for you, Fornell doesn’t even wait for your response. “I can tell, because his lips are moving.”

Gibbs gives his friend a growl back, and you wonder of you’re in the Twilight Zone. There’s no way this could be happening right now. “I’d back down if I were you, Tobias.” His hand closes around your arm, and you have no idea why.

Fornell’s voice gives away a confidence that should not be there. “Why should I, Jethro?”

“Because you’d be stupid not to.” Gibbs turns to you, voice a bit lower, but not by much. “He’s not completely stupid, but he does have bad luck in thinking,” he says, as if Fornell wasn’t standing a foot away from him. “Lucky for him, stupidity isn’t a crime so he’s free to go.”

Fornell looks outraged. “I’m not stupid. I’m just not stubborn like you. This is who I am, no one said you had to like it!”

“You said that right.”

“Okay!” you cut in. “I think it’s time to go home.”

Fornell turns to you. “Want me to give you a lift home? I have a new car.”

Gibbs scoffs, “That he bought after a divorce.”

What the hell is happening here? You shake your head, pushing both men to the street and hailing a cab. You sit them inside, and force them to tell the driver one of their addresses. You pay the driver in advance and watch until the cab becomes a dot in the horizon.

You pinch the bridge of your nose at this whole surreal night.

Damn, work on Monday is going to be awkward.

[tragic-shadows]

Y/N: Fornell, keep an eye on Gibbs today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Fornell: Sure, I’d love to see Gibbs get punched.

Y/N: Try again.

Fornell, sighing: I will stop Gibbs from getting punched.

[dwaynepride]

17 - One is recovering from a wound/illness 7 - “You didn’t have to do this, you know.” 

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“You didn’t have to do this, you know.” 

“Of course, I did. If I didn’t, you’d be here for an hour trying to do it yourself.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that bastard got me in my right shoulder.”

“Tobias, have you ever thought about becoming ambidextrous?”

“Have you ever thought about having a better bedside manner?”

He knows he shouldn’t be such a smart ass. As much as it royally sucked to get shot and forced on work leave, Tobias knows it was so much harder for you. Gibbs told him how you reacted in the hospital; nearly going crazy with worry, even after being told it wasn’t life-threatening. Barely leaving his side until he was discharged, and then sticking around because you knew he’d need some help around the house.

But that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing that Fornell can’t even tie his own damn shoes.

You finished lacing the first before moving onto the second. Smooth and purposeful, with no hint of teasing that Tobias didn’t start already. Probably because you’ve been doing this for a whole week, so it’s become routine to help him with the little things.

But it really didn’t hit him until just now - how lucky he is that you’re here. Because you were right, obviously. Without help, Tobias wouldn’t be able to do half the things he needed to. And tying his shoes left-handed was definitely high up on the list of things he can’t do.

“Alright, you’re good to go,” you tell him, standing from your crouched position. And you’re smiling super sweetly; the way that makes his heart clench up a little with affection. And when you reach out to touch his cheek - a little gesture of love before you walk off - Tobias catches your hand before you have a chance to pull it away.

He keeps it pressed against his face, eyes falling away slightly. He’s never really been good with the emotional lovey-dovey stuff, but he figures he outta say something. “Uh, thank you. For everything you’ve been doing for me. I know you never really signed up for this, but I appreciate it.”

That’s part of the reason what drove Diane off; his work was a part of him. Even the messy parts of it. And yet, you’ve embraced it all.

Your smile goes even softer, even when you lean in and give Tobias a small, chaste kiss. “I love you, got it? Even when you need help tying your shoes, or making your lunch, or even signing your name. You don’t have to thank me.”

He kinda does, because Tobias knows he’s a crotchety old grump even when he’s not shot up. But he still smiles. And when you kiss him again, suddenly the dull ache in his right shoulder is gone.

[dwaynepride]

Clean Air

22 and Fornell + ...in relief

Words: 719

Warnings: None

Tags: @pageofultron @stanathanxoox @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy @ms-allenbrown @ikbenplant @dylpickles1267 @diaryofafan17 @specialagentlokitty

Dark gray smoke still billowed up toward the sky, looking like an angry monster. You’ve been watching it for the past several minutes, seated on the back of an ambulance, patiently waiting for one of the paramedics to make their way to you. Granted, the great plume for dark smoke was gradually getting smaller as the firefighters smothered the fire. It still stained the clouds and forced you to breathe through your mouth.

Doing so would make your lungs itch and force you into a coughing fit. So really, it was either smell the smoke or cough everything few minutes. You chose to alternate between the two.

Finally, a paramedic came up with a tank of oxygen and a mask. He set the tank up beside you, handed the mask over, and proceeded to check you over. Your eyes, heart rate, blood pressure. “You shouldn’t need a trip to the hospital,” he decides with a satisfied smile. “Do you have somebody who can pick you up? I can make the call, if you want.”

You’re silent for a moment, eyes moving away from the paramedic once a couple of dark SUV’s roll up. Briefly, you wonder if Tobias really drove out here when he heard about the explosion. When he learned where it was.

And he really did. Fornell was the first one out of the car, scrambling out and slamming the door shut with his eyes glued with the smoking building. Even from here, you can see how wide his eyes are. His stiff shoulders and gaping mouth. You knew him well enough to know his shock was bordering on fear.

So you nod in his direction, unwilling to pull the mask away because the clean air was just too good. The paramedic caught on, thankfully. “Sir!” He calls out.

Several men look over, but it’s Tobias who’s moving his feet the next second. Breaking into a quick jog just to get to you that much quicker. “Tell me you weren’t in there,” he demands breathlessly, eyes immediately moving over your body, looking for anything resembling a wound.

You shake your head, glancing over as the paramedic backs away silently. Granted, if you didn’t know Fornell, you’d want to get out of his immediate presence, with how worried he looked.

He huffs a small sigh of relief, even if he doesn’t show it. “So you’re okay? Do you need a ride to the hospital? I can get you there a hell of a lot faster than they can.”

You don’t know which of his questions to answer first, so you pull the mask away. “I’m fine,” you tell him, and it shocks even you how hoarse and rough your voice is.

Instantly, Tobias reaches out and presses the mask against your face, his hand covering yours. “Alright, no talking. Just breathe. It’s all okay.” His other hand comes up, pushing some of your hair out of your face before squeezing your shoulder tight.

He was obviously a lot more shaken than you were. Needed more reassurance that everything was really okay. The fact that Tobias, for all his brooding and bad attitudes, needed some solace was almost enough to make you laugh.

Instead, your hand comes up to grip his wrist. Pulling him closer, faintly motioning your head that you wanted him to sit beside you. Tobias catches on, nodding his head quickly while climbing into the ambulance. And once he’s sitting, legs dangling over the edge alongside yours, he drapes an arm over your shoulders. Pulling you closer with a deep exhale.

“Once you’re feeling better, I’ll drive you to the hospital, and we’ll get a doctor to take a look at you. No offense to these guys, but I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

You can’t reply. Tobias won’t let you take the oxygen mask off long enough to.

And really, you’re too tired to fight him on an unnecessary doctor’s visit. The adrenaline of the explosion was starting to seep away, leaving aching muscles and a heavy head. So you move to rest it on his shoulder. Tobias presses his cheek against the crown of your head, finally letting the panicked fear subside.

Because you were alright. You smelled like smoke and sounded like a pack-a-dayer, but alive. And he’s thankful for that.

[dwaynepride]

First Date

Kiss type 4 for Fornell / An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Words: 812

Warnings: None

Tags: @stanathanxoox @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy @ms-allenbrown @ikbenplant @dylpickles1267 @diaryofafan17

Tobias Fornell couldn’t remember the last time a first date ever went this well.

Scratch that - he couldn’t remember because no other first date has ever gone so smoothly. It was either awkward or unbearable or work would drag him away and cut it short.

He was still whirling over that fact as Tobias walked you up to the door. This was the home stretch; don’t mess it up, and he might score a second date. Don’t act like Gibbs. Keep smiling.

You stopped by your apartment door, and when you looked back to him, Tobias immediately put on a big smile. And he felt a little stupid, because you weren’t smiling nearly as wide. Then you huffed out a laugh, and Tobias cleared his throat a little; that was stupid. “I had a really good time.” He says.

And that was God’s honest truth. Not many people were so easy to talk to. They were either annoying, like DiNozzo. Or didn’t say anything at all, like Gibbs. You were in neither category. And it didn’t help that his chest got a little tight every time you smiled. It was a damn gorgeous smile, and Tobias found himself cracking dumb jokes so he can keep seeing it.

You nod your head in agreement. “So did I. Usually you federal types are kinda obnoxious.”

Fornell huffs at your words; he can’t disagree with that. “Well, you haven’t seen me on a bad day. I can get pretty obnoxious.”

Was that a smart thing to say? Did he just give you a reason to not agree to a second date?

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

Apparently not.

Silence rests in the air between you both. It was obviously time to end the date. Go back home and start agonizing over when would be a good time to call and schedule another night out. Tobias studies your face, wondering if you were wondering if he would kiss you or not. Or maybe just a hug; hugs were a safe bet, right? Or was that more for just friends? Tobias definitely didn’t want to give off that vibe.

And then it hit him - a kiss to the cheek. Simple and sweet and would give off the perfect signals.

So he steps closer, body rigid and slow, just in case you wouldn’t want him in your personal space. But Tobias can already read you so well; your eyes dilate just a little, chin tilting up, watching to see what he’d do next. The little clues he found gave Tobias the courage to step into your little bubble.

You still smelled really nice. And your eyes were even more gorgeous from this close. Fornell had to focus his thoughts and remind himself of the mission at hand.

His head tilts, body leaning in, eyes half-lidded so he can catch any sign of discomfort that never came. And he’s so close to touching his lips to your cheek. You were really warm...

Your head turned to the side, and Tobias didn’t have time to change course before a simple kiss on the cheek became a real kiss. Real being a subjective term for it, because it wasn’t like any other kiss he’s ever had. Neither of your lips moved. In fact, they were barely touching. Just a soft peck that lasted no more than a few seconds before Tobias backed off. Not too far; he felt your little gasp as if he’d done it himself. Or maybe he did.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe out, eyes wide with shock and regret. “I- I just thought you were-”

He cut you off with a real kiss. After the tantalizing little mistake, Tobias wasn’t too sure he could go home without the real thing. He breathes in deep at the sensation; warm, dry lips that still had a hint of wine from dinner. And for a moment, he’s worried you won’t kiss him back. That maybe he took too much initiative.

But then your lips start moving against his. Meshing together slowly, enjoying and learning the feel of each other. Tobias even raises a hand to carefully curve it over your jaw, his fingertips making the only contact but it’s more than enough.

When he pulls back, it feels like not a lot of time has gone by. A couple seconds, maybe. But the light ache in his lungs tells Tobias that his perception of time is probably a little off. Especially when his eyes open, and he sees you panting lightly. Watches your own eyes blink, avert up to meet his, and instantly smile.

He mirrors it easily, straightening up and trying to push down the hurricane of butterflies in his gut. “Can I call you tomorrow?” Tobias asks with a tilt of his head.

You smirk, eyes soft as you nod. “If you don’t, I’ll have to call you.”