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Gibbs x reader - You are you

Heyo Beautiful 💕 Could you please do a Gibbs x reader where reader is his child and comes out as ftm? I have bad dysphoria and nobody to talk about it so I could use some comfort 😅💖 - Anon❤️

Hey! I hope this is okay, I don’t have experience here so I’m sorry if anything is wrong ❤️ but remember that you are always beautiful no mater what and I support you ❤️❤️

(P/N) = Preffered name!

Scribbling out the line you just wrote you sighed heavily. How were you going to do this? How was he going to react?

“Why is this so hard…” you mumbled.

Slamming your head onto the table you groaned, chewing the end of your pen.

“Ahhhh!!!” You yelled jumping up.

Scrunching up the paper you threw it in the bin. Running a hand through your short hair, that’s the first thing he’d notice. The second being your new clothes.

Heading into the living room you dropped onto the couch, closing your eyes as you waited, accidentally falling asleep.

“(Y/N)?”

Bolting up you smiled slightly.

“Hey dad.”

Gibbs smiled, lifting your feet as he sat on the end of the couch. He pointed to your hair.

“New haircut?”

“Uhm… yeah… just trying something new…” you smiled sheepishly.

Gibbs didn’t look very convinced. With a heavy sigh, you sat up. Rubbing your hands between your legs as you focused on breathing.

“We need to talk…” you muttered.

“Okay?”

Turning to face him, you averted your eyes. Gibbs got more worried by the second, thinking you had done something wrong.

“Promise you won’t be mad at me?”

“Sweetheart I could never be mad at you.”

You winced at the pet name. You knew it was meant to be comforting but it just made everything so much harder.

“I… Uhm… well… I’m transgender…”

You quickly glanced up to see Gibbs’ slightly confused face.

“You don’t know what it means do you?”

He shook his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Well… Uhm… it’s basically where I don’t feel comfortable in my body? Like I was born as the wrong gender I guess… I may have been born a girl but I identify as a boy?”

You waited for harsh words to follow. For him to say that it was just phase or that he didn’t except it. Instead he just pulled you into his side.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“So… you don’t hate me?” You asked quietly.

“Why would I hate you for being you?”

Tears flooded your eyes, you begun to cry as you cling onto him. You thought he was going to say that it wasn’t acceptable but you also knew he wasn’t like that.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too kiddo.”

Pulling away, you wiped your tears. Gibbs ruffled your hair with a small chuckle. Pulling at your shirt a little he pulled on of his very few zip up hoodies down from the back of he couch for you to wear.

“Guess we should get you some new clothes tomorrow huh?” He grinned.

“Please. Oh and dad? Can you call me (P/N)?

“Of course I can bud, now let’s go. I heard a new burger place opened up.”

“Nice!”

Fist pumping the air, you ran out the door. Missing the soft smile Gibbs sent your way. He turned out the light, looking at the picture of you from when you were a child.

“I’ll always support you.” He whispered as he closed the door