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a twenty-first century male (vessel)

adventures in modern sex and dating with a millenia-old celestial being, the man who may or may not have a thing for him, and the brother who just wants 1 (one) moment of peace 

ft a panicked dean, an exhausted/delighted sam, and a demisexual castiel just trying his best

my first ever time writing these characters and it's a little cracky but at least I had fun? I'm sure 100 people have done this idea before and I don't care 💞 

8k words, rated m for innuendo

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Cas has been gone for a while and fuck if Dean hasn't missed him.

He’s sitting now between Dean and Sam at a table a little too far from the bar in the only joint in town that was open at this time on a weekday.

Dean likes when Cas joins them on hunts. His skills are useful, that's a given, but his company too. It adds a different dynamic to their conversations, having a third there. It's nice to have someone else to talk to full stop - him being Dean's best friend is an added bonus.

They arrived in town early this morning, fresh on the trail of three unexplained deaths in the woods in the last two months. Everyone they came across seemed to have a different story about what it was (“It was a tall shadowy man” “no it was two” “one was definitely a woman”), and so they’d planned to go into the woods overnight to have a look for themselves.

Night hunting meant time to kill, and bars were always good for that. Sam and Dean are one beer down, but Cas in true Cas-style had taken a long enthusiastic swig of his when given it and has entirely forgotten about its existence since then.

They’d been engaged in a hushed conversation about EMF readings and potential demons for the last couple of minutes, and when a bartender approaches them with a drink they’re quick to shut up. Dean thumps his foot against Cas’ under the table.

“This is for you.” The bartender puts the beer down next to Cas’ ¾ full one. "From the guy over there." The bartender points to a table of three men and two women. One of the guys, a dark-haired bespectacled man with stubble, raises a hand at Cas and looks back at his table who are laughing. Cas frowns.

"I don't want another drink."

"He- he's kidding." Dean stops Cas before he can hand back the beer. "Thanks."

The bartender nods disinterestedly and leaves. Cas looks at the mystery beer with a frown, and then up at Dean.

"You told me not to trust drinks from strangers in bars."

Sam looks accusingly at Dean, who coughs. He did say that, he remembers. Around the time of their first case together, when they'd been to a bar and a guy had put a drink in front of Cas that looked a little cloudy. Was he hard-wired to be paranoid? Maybe. Had a tiny selfish part of him been saying it for other reasons, too? He didn't like to dwell on it. 

"Yeah, that's right. I saw him pour this one, though, so you're good."

Cas holds up the beer and nods in the direction of the man.

“Someone has an admirer.” Sam says, more to himself, before engaging back in their previous conversation. One-sided that it is - Cas is looking at the man across the room, and Dean is watching him. He can see even from the view of the back of his head that its tilted a little in confusion. Sam tries to catch his eye and Dean avoids it. 

Before Dean has time to react properly the man is coming over to their table and fuck Dean wishes the ground would swallow him up. Quickly, preferably.

“Hey.” The man’s voice is slow and a little awkward and he accentuates the word with a look back at his friends at their table. “I’m sorry, my friends were bugging me to come over.”

"Thank you for the drink."

"No problem. You looked like you needed a refill, I couldn't let you get one from anyone else."

"Are refills your personal responsibility?" He knows Cas isn't trying to flirt. He can hear the uncertainty in his voice, almost as if checking if the man has an actual job as a territorial drinks re-filler. Still, the words make him queasy as the man smiles. 

"Only when the drinkers are as cute as you."

Dean looks away from the man to Cas when he says this, and Cas looks more bashful than Dean can remember him. He doesn’t seem sure what to say, and so the man continues.

"So are you new in town?"

"Yes, we're just passing through."

"I see. Sticking around for long?"

"Probably just the one night."

"Must be a tight squeeze, all of you in one bed." There's a questioning quirk in the man's eyebrow and Dean feels a little sick. 

"Sam and Dean are brothers, they don't share a bed."

"Right. And who's bed are you sleeping in?"

"I don't have a bed."

"Huh." The guy looks at Cas for a long moment, as though trying to see if he was being serious. Then, a smile cracks and his eyes darken. "How about this. You need a bed, you give me a call. I'm James."

"Thank you, James. I'll keep that in mind."

The man, James, bends down and writes his number on a napkin that he pushes towards Cas with his fingers. Cas nods and offers a small smile and James looks at Sam and then at Dean, and Dean isn’t sure what’s evident on his own face because suddenly James is out of there as quick as he can manage.

There’s a few seconds of silence after he leaves. Sam clears his throat.

“Cas..”

“What?” Cas frowns. “That was a kind offer, if a little odd. Do you think it was suspicious? He’s human, but..”

"Cas.."

"What?"

"You know that was a come-on, right?"

"Oh. Really?" Cas looks back over at the table where James is now blushing, any confidence immediately dissipated now he's back around his guffawing friends. "It's difficult to tell sometimes."

"Why'd you think he got you a drink?"

"Because.." Cas stops, and Sam laughs.

"Because you're cute?"

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#Took me about a million years to remember my password for this site #butJess is back with a new fic so #destiel #deancas

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The Devil Wears Prada + Fashion Brands

#this whole movie serving looks #the devil wears prada #films

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#QUEEN #the devil wears Prada #films

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all this unfocused desire

better late than never, a happy delayed birthday to @sweetsouldhavernas

*note - this fic involves tony and ziva having sex with someone besides each other (…together at the same time)

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nsfw nsfw nsfw nsfw

“Here we are, no need to thank me.”

“Thanks.”

“You would think he solved world peace, the way he can be when he buys a round of drinks.” Ziva raised her eyebrows in amusement as Tony sat down, brandishing the three glasses between his hands. He placed Ziva’s tall glass in front of her, and split the beers between himself and the third person sat at the table.

“Here’s to a job well done?” She questioned, raising her glass as she looked between Tony and Ziva. They hit their glasses against hers.

FBI Special Agent Nicole Samson was, it was safe to say, a far cry from the FBI agents she and Tony had dealt with recently. She was courteous, and hard-working, and exceedingly sweet. Ziva would be remiss to mention her attractiveness, too - older (closer to Tony's age than Ziva's), dark-haired and full figured, expensive looking glasses perched on her upturned nose.

She knew Tony had noticed too, of course, him having agreed as much with her after Nicole had gone home on the first day. Indeed, much of the last few days had been spent with the three of them sat around his desk while he flirted with her. Irritation had swirled in Ziva's chest as she watched the two of them bat their eyelashes at each other (no, it wasn't jealousy of Tony's affections, thank you very much), and so she had decided to follow their lead.

Nicole actually blushed when Ziva took the heavy evidence boxes from her hands at the office. Ziva had crowed a little, enjoying both the effect she had and the look of amused frustration on Tony’s face as Nicole redirected her attentions towards her.

It was childish, Ziva knew, but she’d genuinely enjoyed getting to know Nicole. That it annoyed Tony to see he had competition was simply an added bonus.

“Do the rest of your team not usually join you for post-case drinks?”

“McGee often does. He had plans.” It was diplomatic of Tony, Ziva thought. What McGee had actually done was sigh and say he wanted ‘nothing to do with whatever’s gonna happen’, which Tony had declared presumptuous and cynical.

“And Gibbs….?” Tony and Ziva both laughed. “Right. Not his scene, huh?”

“It is nothing personal, Nicole. He is.. not much of a social drinker.”

"I see.” Nicole swallowed some more of her drink, her eyes slowly crossing the table between the two of them in a way that made Ziva feel under assessment. She liked it. “So tell me. Do you guys always take FBI agents out?"

"Most FBI agents aren't like you." Though it was the truth from Tony, Ziva knowing his scepticism about the organisation, it came across as a line. The way Nicole reacted to compliments was attractive - a nervous kind of tilt of her head as she smiled.

Ziva thought, had they been alone, she'd have made a move on her by now. She was fairly certain she'd be interested.

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#🔥🔥🔥🔥 #spice up your life #and go read this now #that’s all #perfection #as always from Jess #TIVA #TIVA fanfiction #oh and #nsfw

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I wish I was special

So fucking special

#music

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“I was quiet, but I was not blind.”

— Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (via macadameia)

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dancing is a dangerous game

happy belated birthday @ncisjes <3

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“Sorry, man.”

“No problem. I’ll just-” Tony chuckled bitterly as the man continued walking without a look back at Tony’s soaked hand where the cocktail glass had been jolted when they’d bumped into each other.

Jimmy’s wedding had been a nice but long affair. The formalities were often lost on him, and they became stranger still depending on your closeness to the couple: Tony didn’t tend to realise how little he knew about a person until he attended their wedding. The ceremony and reception had been full of people he’d never even heard of until today, and though he’d sat with the rest of the team he couldn’t help but feel like an outsider.

Tony never minded being on his own usually, but attending weddings solo could be lonely the older he got. Work weddings were a little different, though, and the opportunity to see people outside of their comfort zones was never one he wanted to pass up.

He’d sat at the end of the aisle next to McGee at the ceremony, Ziva on the other side, and Tony had done his best to limit the amount of times he turned to look at her. He wasn't sure he'd quite achieved that mission, their eyes meeting several times as the vows were exchanged.

It was as though there was something knowing between them, a grin in their eyes as they remembered their conversation about weddings in the office the other day. As the day turned into evening and the alcohol began to fog his edges, he was finding it harder and harder to pretend his focus was on anything else.

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#BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER #like ahhhhhh #still screaming #and smiling #my heart may never recover #love love love #GO READ THIS #like yesterday #simply perfection #as always from Jess #TIVA #TIVA fanfiction

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Tagged by @benditlikepress 💕

here are the songs I’m listening to on repeat at the moment:

What’s Up? 4 Non Blondes

Wicked Game Chris Isaak

...Baby One More Time The Maria’s

With or Without You U2

Creep Radiohead

Time of the Season The Zombies

Amour Plastique Videoclub

Tieduprightnow Parcels

Vérité Claire Laffut

Can’t Stand Me Now The Libertines

Por Qué Me Fui A Enamorar de Ti? Mon Laferte

Waiting for You The Aces

Basta Ya The Marías

Tagging: @rareshbones @harmandmac @livinginrhythm

#it’s all about the 90s #if you want to know about me

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Spinning in circles at 2 am with someone you secretly love.

#it’s a vibe #music

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wherever you stray, i follow...

my brain is 100% belief about Ziva David's bisexuality and 0% knowledge of black bears. enjoy x

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“Alright, I’m calling it.”

Ziva sighed as she pulled down her hood, rain finally abating. “No, you are not.”

“We’re screwed.”

“Would you please relax?”

“You’re telling me to relax?”

“Yes. It is not the time for panicking. Freaking out is not going to solve anything.”

“We’re lost in the woods during storm season and our phone just died, Ziva, when is the time to panic if not now?”

In hindsight, giving the map to Tony while she spoke to Gibbs and the base group on the phone had been Ziva’s big error of the day. Still, she’d have thought that his much-referenced A grade in Geography would include at least some rudimentary map-reading skills, and so tried to let go of the gnawing irritation she felt at her own relinquishing of control.

“We are coming back to the right path now, Tony. Trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you. I do. Me on the other hand…” Tony whistled and Ziva rolled her eyes. Tony’s ability to go from irritating cocksureness to self-deprecation really was incredible. “Don’t we have a power pack?”

“I left it in the car – we had another phone so I did not think it a priority.” Ziva thought wistfully about Tony’s phone, now miles back in the direction they were travelling from as a back-up for the search party. The reminder made Tony wince further. She didn’t have the energy to blame him for that now, though: she blamed herself for not checking her battery before they got out of the car. A strange moment of forgetfulness and lax that they both seemed to have suffered from today. “There is no point beating yourself up. Neither of us got any sleep last night. You made a mistake, we got off-course, but the past is the past. Let’s just get back to the car and drive back to the office before dark.”

"You're being nice. Why are you being nice?"

"Right now, I need my energy to get us out of here. I can be irritated with you once we are safe and dry."

“Promises, promises.”

The tone in his voice amused Ziva, and she shook away a small smile as they picked their way through the rain-sodden leafy under-growth through the woods. Every third step seemed to be avoiding a puddle at this point, and Ziva could rarely remember such downpours in her whole time in the States as they’d experienced in the past week.

She was confident she’d got them back on track: though she rarely got the opportunity to practice her navigation skills now she lived permanently in a big city, the basic elements were not things you forgot within a few years.

“You may want to save that smile until later. If I am right, the surface water is likely to get worse before it gets better.”

“Fantastic. I mean, of course it had to rain like this the one day we're out here." 

The path they'd forged so far had alternated on a scale between 'wet leafy mulch with a muddy garnish' to 'river of wet dirt that envelopes your feet', and Ziva had done her best to internalise all of her own irritations so as to keep the higher ground. She'd told Tony to wear boots rather than his work shoes but he'd forgotten, and the last thing she wanted to do was let him realise the pool of water starting to form in her own walking boots. 

Occasionally the two of them fell into a single file line, and when they did she tried to walk away in a way that disguised the squelching. 

"I did not check the forecast before we left earlier, did you?" 

"No. I guess it's on us, huh? Of all the times for us both to have an off day.” 

"Rain washing away all of the potential evidence. If there is a body here at all, of course." 

"If there is, good luck to the rest of them trying to find it. It feels like we searched miles this afternoon already." 

"The team are better trained than we are. Tracker dogs are highly intelligent animals." 

"Rather them than us. McGee's the only tracker dog we need." 

"That is cruel." Ziva said, though her expression and tone defied the words. "And it does not even make sense. What does McG-" 

"Oh my god Ziva. ZIVA! IT'S STUCK!" 

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#this was... delicious #truly truly has everything #a must read #as in go read it now #perfection #as always from jess #TIVA #TIVA fanfiction

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I was by tagged by @benditlikepress to put my favourite playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that come up 

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

Vals Poético - Instrumental - Natalia Lafourcade feat. Los Macorinos

Halo (Live) - LP

Quizás, Quizás, Quizás - Gaby Moreno

Sémaphore - Requin Chargin

Sweater Weather - Taylor Phelan

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

99 Red Balloons - Nena

Es Verdad - Daniel, Me Estás Matando

505 - Arctic Monkeys

tagging: @rareshbones 

#can't believe I got English/Spanish/French songs in one list #music

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#music

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waiting by the phone (like i'm sitting in an airport bar)

merry christmas kids x

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Tony turned his phone over in his hands. Clicked the power button, watched the time flash on screen. 

It had officially been Christmas Day for 37 minutes, but he wasn’t ready to give up on Christmas Eve just yet. As he stared at his second glass of whiskey, the liquid seemed to glow in the light shining from the lamp behind his head. He wondered if it was his tired eyes that made the stars dance across it, or maybe the fact he’d been sat in the dark now for far too long.

He knew what he really needed was bed. A couple of hours of rest before the madness of Christmas morning with a kid.

Still, she said she’d call.

Five or ten more minutes passed, and Tony’s eyes drifted around the room as he ran that last conversation over in his head. Conversations with Ziva were a paradox: often over quickly, but replayed so often in his mind that they seemed to grow in length with every recollection. What stuck in his mind most vividly was the discussion of Christmas. A firm date that both of them could picture, a mark on the calendar that didn’t change.

They hadn't talked for 4 months around last holiday season. When they'd managed a conversation a couple of weeks before her birthday this year, 10 minutes of babbling and rushing through every sentence and Tony practically holding his breath until they hung up, she'd said she was going to try and ring over Hannukah but wasn't sure how plausible it was. Failing that, she was calling on Christmas Eve. She'd gone to promise but the word had abruptly cut short - neither of them able to offer any right now.

Tony hadn't needed the word. He believed her now, even now, though he felt more like a fool for doing so with every minute that passed. Familiar feelings of regret and sadness and muted anger slowly rolled over him, moments spread across decades flashing across his mind as he thought about all of the things he could’ve done differently to avoid ending up here. It wasn’t a full ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, but he wondered how much deeper the self-pitying could get.

The presents on the sofa looked grotesque with his current mood, a reminder of the happiness he'd be strapping on in a couple of hours. 

He'd got a whole week off work for Christmas. He didn't mean to get it twisted - he was delighted at the prospect of real time off, and the opportunity to experience traditions and Christmas magic with Tali now she was at an age that she could really enjoy it. The 14 hours a day she was awake, he couldn't wait for. It was the others that were causing him problems. 

Tony was sure that this Christmas Eve was the first time in the last 18 months that she’d gone to bed before the time Tony had set out. She didn’t remember much of anything from last Christmas and even less from the ones before he’d been around, but the promise of presents and food and pop-pop had had her changing into her pyjamas as soon as she’d finished dinner.

She had, Tony had been told, taken part in Christmases before he’d been on the scene. Ziva had made some comment over the phone when he’d asked once, about it being a part of his culture and that being important for Tali to take part in. It had made him feel a little sick at the time. A stark reminder of things he’d missed.

He looked guiltily at her closed bedroom door now, backlit by the light at the end of the hall. They'd got Tali involved in one call, early on, but it only resulted in confusion and days of upset. For all three of them, Tony would bet, though Tali was the best at voicing it. It sounded morbid and cruel but sometimes he was a little jealous of her tantrums.

Maybe it wasn’t the most mature or constructive way a human being could deal with their problems, but Tony thought sometimes that in terms of expression it was a step up from what he did. Sat here alone, with a drink, ruminating internally over his own loneliness. Waiting for the phone to ring.

Tony was no stranger to loneliness - a heavy, hazy feeling of familiarity that cocooned him nightly on the last couple years alone. This loneliness, though was different - bitter, and angry, a weight on his chest that pressed and pressed as he comprehended an uncertain future. 

It had never really occurred to him before, the loneliness of a single parent. He thought about the single mom he'd dated for a couple of months a long time ago and felt guilty it hadn't crossed his mind back then why she was so enthusiastic about meeting his friends. Guilt itself wasn't an unusual feeling, one that seemed to creep more on him as the years passed. 

He wasn't a single parent, he reminded himself. Maybe in practice, but not in theory. No, Tali had two dedicated parents who should be spending every second with her. If not for the interference of.. cosmic evil, and karma, and a hundred other bitter twisted things that Tony didn't believe in conspiring to keep them apart. He emptied the rest of his glass into his open mouth and swilled it around before swallowing, feeling the harsh cold on his teeth. 

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#read last night and still woke with my heart aching #THAT IS HOW AMAZING THIS IS #go read it now x #and now for my usual tags with Jess’s fics #MY HEART #so beautiful #perfection #as always from Jess #how I only come on this site to reblog her work #she’s that good

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three's company

hello I wrote some three musketeers crack, pls enjoy bye x

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“I’m afraid the one room is the best we can do at short notice. Would you like to take it?”

Ziva looked at McGee who vaguely nodded as she rubbed his eyes. Somewhere over her shoulder, she heard Tony deep in discussion with Gibbs. She rolled her ankle as she considered.

“Yes, that is fine. We have had worse.”

The hotel receptionist smiled at her a little strangely. “If you just wait a minute, I’ll get your keys.”

A hand placed itself on Ziva’s shoulder and she turned as Tony’s face lingered over her.

“Everything alright?”

“Two double beds.”

“Eh, that’ll do.”

Often travelling on short notice, the team was used to having to occasionally share rooms with each other. One room between the three of them, though, was new - a problem forced by the decision someone had made to commit espionage with a side of murder out in the wilderness in the height of holiday season. 

The second spare room left at the only hotel in town, a small single, had been given to Gibbs without discussion. None of them even wanted to contemplate having to share a room with him, let alone a bed.

Tony picked up the bags from Ziva’s feet and for once she didn’t object to the action, feeling the heat in her joints as they walked down the long corridor towards the elevators. She had twisted her ankle walking through the woods earlier and it still ached as she walked, joining the other tired muscles after their expeditions. She had thought up until now she’d been covering the pain well on habit, particularly from Tony, who had in his defence only laughed for 30 seconds after watching her fall onto the wet ground. 

The room was at the opposite end of the long first floor corridor to Gibbs’ and fairly cramped, and Ziva was certain it wasn’t intended to contain two double beds. There was a thin two-seater along the back wall, a wall-mounted TV, and a desk with a hard-backed chair as the only other features.

“Pretty cramped, huh?”

“Beggars can’t be choosers.” Tony shrugged off the situation much quicker than Ziva would’ve expected. They were all a little more giddy and a little more grouchy than usual, hours in the car followed by hours walking the woods taking a toll. 

"How is it possible the three of us have never shared a room before?" 

"My good luck, mainly." McGee commented as he looked out of the window into the car park.

“You talk a big game for a sleep talker, McGee.”

“I don’t sleep talk.”

“Eh, let’s wait until morning and see what Ziva says. So, how are we gonna do this?" Tony didn't wait for an answer before dumping his bag on the bed by the window. Ziva looked between the two and the almost impossibly thin couch. 

"I am not sure anyone can sleep on that. We will have to share." 

McGee's sigh of derision was audible. It was funny that the three of them so rarely ended up all together in a situation like this. 

"Hey, you just be thankful you're not staring down the barrel of a night spooning Gibbs." 

“Thanks for that image, DiNozzo. We'll just.. we'll manage." 

It was Tony's turn to look alarmed, and suddenly he was crossing the room towards Ziva and grabbing her arm with both of his hands. 

"I will pay you a million dollars if you share with him instead. I shared with him once, never again. He kicked me the entire night." 

"A natural reaction to your presence. But no, I will share with you." 

"Oh, I don't think.." McGee's reaction was almost visceral at the suggestion. Ziva frowned. 

"Tony and I have shared a bed many times, McGee, it is really not a problem." 

“Yeah, sure. You probably booked out the other rooms on purpose, huh?” Tony raised his eyebrows at Ziva and she smirked even as she rolled her eyes.

“You have seen right through me. I could not resist the opportunity.”

“Yeah, you really aren’t subtle about it.”

It was a joke, but Ziva still felt a tiny flit of self-consciousness pass through her as she began to unpack her things. McGee had remained quiet throughout this exchange, but as conversation between Tony and Ziva devolved into further innuendo Ziva noticed his silence had become more pronounced.

“Are you alright, McGee?”

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#MY HEART #this is everything #EVERYTHING #like honestly couldn’t ask for a better end to a day #love love love #TIVA #TIVA fanfiction #perfection #as always from Jess #The way I only come on here to reblog her fics

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https://open.spotify.com/track/1XwAKjAZ1xDZOcuyZoqce4?si=NnYNf_MWQsWUV4IeYxROQA

#moon river #audrey hepburn #breakfast at tiffany's #music #songs

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Faking Your Way Through Thanksgiving Dinner

Inspired by this prompt.

Read it on FanFiction or AO3

AU where Tony and Ziva live in the same apartment building, but don’t really know each other, and Tony asks her to be his fake date for Thanksgiving.

Posting this in the spirit of Tiva Fic Amnesty because I’m not happy with it but I don’t have the energy to rewrite it and I also don’t want to let 4000+ words die a dusty digital death on my laptop…Enjoy. Hopefully.

Word count: 4255

“Hey, Ziva, right?”

Ziva turns around, facing the neighbor whose habits she’s learned by heart since moving in, but is for all intents and purposes still a stranger.

“We don’t really know each other, we had a brief chat about a month ago,” Tony says.

“That was three months ago and I asked you to keep the noise down, right before your grandmother showed up.”

“Yeah, sorry, what can I say, the ladies love me.”

He delivers the line with a million dollar smile and so much glee, she can’t help but bring his ego down a notch.

“I can deal with five minutes of porn sounds coming from your apartment, I can’t deal with hours of uninterrupted blockbuster explosions and gunfights.”

Tony clears his throat, then scoffs awkwardly. Clearly he had forgotten what that conversation had actually been about.

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#before thanksgiving is over #always think of this fic on thanksgiving #TIVA

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i'll always look best in your head

rated t, 11k words

For @sweetsouldhavernas who inspired part of this 💕

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"I hate stakeouts."

"Thanks for that, DiNozzo, it didn't sink in the first 99 times you said it but now I feel like we really understand each other." 

The door clicked open as he spoke, but Tony was too distracted to look. After what they’d been through for the last ten hours, he couldn’t believe the gall of the man to criticise his speech patterns.

"Oh I'm sorry, Good Will Hunting, did you have another fishing anecdote to share?" 

"Tony." 

He turned, finally, to where Ziva was stood holding a paper bag with a tired expression. "What did I do?!" 

"None of us have got a full night's sleep in days. Can we just have some peace and quiet?" 

"Fine. But next time I'm coming with you." 

"2 federal agents with eyes on the building at all times." 

"That's just swell, Joey, thanks for volunteering yourself for food runs." 

FBI Supervisory Agent Joseph Monkton made a noise of derision before practically snatching the sandwich Ziva offered him, barely acknowledging the look of fury she offered him in return. Tony patted Ziva’s seat next to him and raised his eyebrows in encouragement but she tipped her head towards the sofa bed at the back of the room and sat down at it. He didn’t blame her. She hadn’t taken a real break in the ten hours of this shift so far. If two of them didn’t have to keep one eye on the telescope overlooking the building across the street at all times, he’d lock himself in the bathroom to eat as far away from Monkton as far as he could.

A man who substituted all attempts at humour with an insult, that he gave with a nauseating guffaw. The fact that Tony and Ziva had spent close to 24 hours in shifts locked away in a tiny hotel room with him over the last few days without resorting to a murder of their own was, frankly, a significant achievement.

“Anything happen while I was gone?”

“3 people entered, all over the age of 80. A woman with a baby left.”

“Not exactly hitman material, but it takes all sorts.”

Ziva chuckled at Tony’s interjection. “The night is still young. There is plenty of time for him to show up.”

“C’mon, don’t say that. You’re setting yourself up to be disappointed.”

As they saw out day five of the stakeout designed to catch a serial killer who’d continued to visit the building after each murder, Tony had become less and less enthusiastic about the idea it was ever going to happen at all.

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#the way I needed this #utter perfection #simply gorgeous #and witty #and sexy #and just all around amazing #as always from Jess #I rarely get on Tumblr but when I do it’s to reblog her fics