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this blog has decided to stop posting ♥️

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it's me, filling ur inbox again with cursed shit but it's mothman x mothman that's all thank you also mothman has a phat ass goodnight

BABE NO

Fuck you for making me write this

Mothman x Mothman (18+)

Mothman is a Stinky Cryptid

‘hi mothman uwu’

‘oh hai mothman ! o wow yore ass is phat ?’ ‘yes’

‘wan 2 fuk?’

‘yes’

they Fucked the end

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the-enamorando-deity · 3 years

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Last Ziva request, I promise. I just love your writing so much and you are the only one I know who is writing for her. I am sorry 💞

Reader and Ziva were best friends before Ziva left NCIS without warning or anything. Reader thinks she is dead (spoiler, later seasons) because of the explosion and the only thing left of her is tali, her daughter, which goes away with Tony. One day, Ziva comes back from the dead to save Gibbs and she wants to make things better between you both because she misses you and knows that she has hurt you bad. Reader is so angry and sad that she doesn't know if she can trust Ziva again until something happens to her where Ziva safes her just in time and she knows that life is too short to not forgive. Make it as angsty as you want cuz I am a sucker for that but make the ending between them very fluffy please ❄

hi hi

Never apologise hon it’s all good

Hope this is ok!!

Ziva David x Reader

Fury Abounds

When the elevator opened, you didn’t know how to feel. At first, you were positive it was just a really detailed dream, and a messed up one at that. You were then hopeful, thinking that for maybe just one moment, it was real. That was the part that made you angry. If it was real, if Ziva was actually walking out of the elevator as she always had, she’d been playing dead for the last few years, and had said nothing to you.

Before her supposed death, you two had grown closer than you ever thought possible. She was like family, like someone who had been there for you your entire life, until she wasn’t. You’d had to suffer through horrible things, both during and after losing her, things she could have helped you through if she hadn’t run like that.

All she left was Tali, but even she soon left, along with Tony and almost any familiarity you had in your life. Things kept changing over and over and you hated it, retreating inside yourself for comfort, finding only the cold.

Gibbs, the last constant in your life, had been taken from you only one day ago, and somehow, Ziva crawled her way out of hell to come back and save him. It was only anger you felt after that, watching her study you, the smile on her face barely registering.

‘You’re alive,’ you muttered coldly, watching her get filled in by the director, but she couldn’t take her eyes off you. She could feel the fury pouring from every inch of you, and all she wanted was to hug you and take it all back.

You turned away and back to your work, hoping that focusing on saving Gibbs would be enough to keep her at arm’s length. She tried to speak to you the moment the director left, but you pulled on your headphones and turned the music up so loud she could hear it.

Everyone else greeted her with love, like she was a god risen back from the dead. But she wasn’t, she was Ziva, the liar whom you could no longer trust.

You wished you had said something to her when you left the building, or anyone for that matter, but you were too caught up in your ignoring of them all to manage a simple goodbye. You were also too caught up to realise you were being followed, stalked in the dark, hunted by those who had taken your boss.

She had followed you as well, only arriving seconds too late to save you before it all began, but she would find you before further harm could come to you. You were terrified to say the least, but when you heard that familiar voice, you knew everything was going to be fine.

Before she could grab the remote and stop the decent of yourself and Gibbs into a large tank full of water, the man holding it pressed release, and you both dropped. Unable to save yourselves with arms tied behind your backs, you had to rely on the woman you used to trust more than anyone else in the world, even if it hurt.

She cut you both free, Gibbs making his way to the surface alone, but Ziva didn’t let you go until she pulled you from the tank. When you were safe, Ziva approached and sat beside you on the back of the ambulance.

‘You have a right to be angry, Y/N, but please,’ she begged, holding her jacket over your shoulders and looking into your eyes, ‘please know I did not do it for selfish reasons.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me, Ziva? Could you not trust me?’ you asked, the questions that had been plaguing your mind all day finally breaking through.

She shook her head. ‘I would have put you and everyone else at risk, I could not do that. I care so much about you all, and even if it almost truly killed me to do so, I had to protect my family.’

You were still angry, and ZIva said you had a right, but now you could vent all the fury you’d been keeping pent up all those years, release it forever, and be friends with one of the only people you ever truly trusted again. You had your own personal ghost, and you weren’t letting her get away again.

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and you are most definitely mine ♥️

some mutual's likes are worth 10000 notes......

#best crackship ever #cutest human ever #oof

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“I want to be alone.” with Ziva David x Reader where Reader is kind of weird the past few days (you can decide why) but Ziva doesn't care and really wants to know what's going on and how she can help? Fluffy as hell please ❄

hoobee doobee enjoy !

Ziva David x Reader

Half in Hand

Ziva had noticed something strange with you recently. You’d been with the team for a year now, and you’d hoped you’d earned your place in the team’s eyes by now. You had been told how well you were doing once or twice, but you still felt like there was something you had missed, and you weren’t really part of the team until you had done it.

You hadn’t joined into the more unprofessional chatter as you usually would. No side jokes to Ziva or Tony at the expense of the other, no helpful tips to McGee that only seemed to drive him further into embarrassing situations, no remarks towards Gibbs that would have probably gotten you fired elsewhere, if only you weren’t so funny and charming at the same time.

Ziva noticed quickly how your attitude had changed, but there was something more than you’d let on. A few times she’d asked you what was wrong, each time you answered with something that wasn’t so much an answer. She let it go until now, watching you poke at your lunch with your fork as you stared into space.

‘I don’t believe you,’ she replied to your answer, one you didn’t even remember giving.

‘Ziva, drop it,’ you snapped, leaving her tense and filled with more questions than before.

You grabbed the things from your desk and stormed off for the elevator, hoping to hide in Abby’s lab and surround yourself with her positivity. You could hide away there forever, knowing she wouldn’t push anything, only give you something to smile about and forget, if only for those few fleeting moments.

But Abby was gone from her lab for the day, and you found only cold silence, until the ding of the elevator alerted you to a nearing presence. You had tried to hide from them, only to see yourself in the reflection of a mirror, and Ziva staring back.

She hadn’t come looking for you, and upon seeing you, turned to leave to give you space. You were obviously hiding for a reason, and though it hurt the both of you, Ziva wasn’t going to make you discuss anything if it would make you uncomfortable.

Having avoided or been avoided by you, Ziva had missed your responses to the worst of Tony’s jokes, and missed the times you helped her with metaphors and idioms she kept mixing up. You mumbled the correct one as she muddled one up, and her sharp hearing caught it.

Ziva found herself by your side again, sitting on your desk like she always did, holding out a pen as you searched your desk.

You sighed and took it, turning to her. ‘What, Ziva?’

She reached for your shoulder before checking to see no one else was listening. ‘I know you have been acting strange, I know things are going on with you that you do not wish to discuss, and that is fine. But do not pretend to me that it is, because we both know you are lying. Be not fine, but don’t say you are. And know you can talk to me, always, about anything.’

‘I want to be alone,’ you manage, shovelling a fork full of food you don’t crave into your mouth.

She didn’t leave, and her hand stayed on your shoulder. ‘Let me be alone with you. You don’t have to say a word, but if I can, let me help.’

You turned and let Ziva study your face for only a few moments, seeing then the dark circles beneath your almost lifeless eyes. You were exhausted, run ragged, with no explanation except those markers on your face. Makeup couldn’t hide it, so you hadn’t bothered trying to conceal it any longer, hiding your entire self instead.

That was your downfall, drawing attention by trying to pass it off. You would know better for next time, but you’d been discovered now, and could no longer hide. You wanted to break down in tears every few moments, grateful you hadn’t been sent on one of the lengthier cases, or one that had required more brain power than you held at that current moment.

You had thrown yourself into work, hoping it would relieve the horrid nightmares that plagued your mind in ways no one could know. Ziva was about to find out more than you had wanted her to, the four year anniversary of the horrific things you’d seen and had happen to you finding their way back into your brain once again.

It hit you harder this year for some reason, perhaps knowing that you now had a team to help you handle it, but it might only lure them deeper into the world you’d tried to hide from them. You wanted to protect them from it all. They had all suffered some terrible things themselves, but giving them another horrid thing to hold onto might be too much. ‘It’s worse at night,’ you told her, the cold metal of the fork digging into your hand. ‘I see things in the shadows that aren’t there, I can’t sleep, but when I finally pass out, all I can hear and see is them.’

She didn’t ask who, she didn’t push for details, but let you talk at your own pace until you could let it out. You had no tears left to cry, no emotions to show, your chest hurt and that was all you knew. But Ziva wasn’t leaving until she could either help, or maybe hoping that the venting itself helped.

You didn’t realise how much energy you’d put into hiding it all, until the waves came crashing down, and you weren’t numb anymore. You could feel it all vividly now, and Ziva was going to help you ride it out until you could finally sleep again. Sleep was all you needed now, with the weight on your chest now halved.

You hoped it wasn’t Ziva who now held the other half the same way she now held you.

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#asks #answered #❄️ anon #request complete #fanfiction #ziva david #ziva david x reader #ncis

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the-enamorando-deity · 3 years

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it's me, filling ur inbox again with cursed shit but it's mothman x mothman that's all thank you also mothman has a phat ass goodnight

BABE NO

Fuck you for making me write this

Mothman x Mothman (18+)

Mothman is a Stinky Cryptid

‘hi mothman uwu’

‘oh hai mothman ! o wow yore ass is phat ?’ ‘yes’

‘wan 2 fuk?’

‘yes’

they Fucked the end

#babe yes #adding to my list #even if it kills me inside #mothman wins #bee goes buzz #and im gonna buzz ur fucking head ♥️#asks #anon #ur not anon #coward #mothman

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hey ur cute uwu I request any fic u like but everyone just has big ole bazongers. just massive melons. even the men. big

jesus christ are u trying to make my stomach hurt??? i’m laughing but why do u do this

#beech #bee goes buzz #ur cute too #asks #anon #not really anon

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hello I am here to request something extremely gay. Whatever ship you desire as long as they are ell gee bee tee and they're just enjoying their damn life gaying it up in here. also, please include one (1) mention of boob. thank u

babe i swear to fucking god-

Also only one??? pfft limitations are not my forte

#i knew this was you by ur very particular syntax #UR SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME #IF U WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT TIDDIES USE UR WORDS #but also catch me doing this anyway #i love u beech #lmao #bee goes buzz #asks #anon #not really anon

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"Shh, I've got you" with Ziva David x Reader (platonic)? You killed my heart with the last oneshot.. ❄

oops hope i don’t kill you with this one too

Ziva David x Reader

Sight Unseen

Ziva’s arms were firmly wrapped around you as you laid in the back of a pickup truck, barely conscious enough to register her presence. You’d been deprived of water for three days, your mouth dry as she tried to pour just a little against your lips. You spluttered, and she only held you closer and smoothed back your hair.

You tried to fight for enough breath to speak, the wounds on your throat harbouring real communication. ‘Shh, I’ve got you,’ she hushed, rocking herself back and forth a little.

Seeing you like this only reminded her of all the losses she’d suffered, how close she’d been to them when they died, and how impossible it was to save everyone. She wouldn’t stop trying, though, and you were one she wasn’t going to let slip through the cracks.

A gentle song hovered around you, and though you couldn’t understand the language, it seemed to take you back to your childhood. It must have been a lullaby from her culture, the lyrics easing you gently to sleep as she commanded you to rest.

Tony’s driving seemed to have gotten smoother since you fell asleep. You woke with the night sky above you, gravel beneath the wheels instead of hard lumps of rock that shook the whole vehicle. Ziva hadn’t dared to sleep, watching you for any change.

‘Tony, she is awake,’ Ziva called, her voice hoarse as she gently kissed your forehead. ‘It’s okay, Y/N, we are almost out of the desert.’

You scrunched up your face, moving to curl up against Ziva’s side. ‘It’s cold,’ you croaked, throat throbbing with the words.

Ziva once again offered you the water, this time you were awake enough to take some. She pulled her jacket over you, the rugs in the back of the truck already surrounding the pair of you to retain the minimal heat. The scarf she’d had over her head to protect her from the desert sun soon found its way around your neck, covering all but your face to protect you from the air.

‘What happened?’ you finally managed, reaching for her hand for comfort.

She hushed you again, her fingers dragging through your hair to lull you back to sleep. ‘I will tell you later, but for now, rest. We still have a way to go.’

You did as you were told, her hand captured in yours as you tried to think. The last thing you remembered was being on the streets of the city, flowers in your hand as you walked to your car. It was Thursday, or maybe Wednesday. The flowers were orange and yellow... maybe it was Saturday? You couldn’t remember work from that day, but you knew you were heading somewhere with the flowers.

Maybe you were heading to work, but why the flowers? The only time you bought flowers was when you visited the cemetery. With that, you bolted upright, close to scaring the ex- Mossad agent by your side.

‘Y/N, breathe, you are going to tear open your stitches,’ she warned quickly, placing her hand softly over your throat to check for fresh blood through your bandages.

With no sign of you tearing your stitches, and she sighed and lifted the bandage to check for infection. She’d been so worried when they’d found you, holding a knife to the doctor

who had been one of the few holding you captive, making him fix you up before whisking you away after rendering him unconscious.

Tony had carried you to the pickup Ziva had hotwired, placing you in her lap as she tried to make the tray comfortable. You were conscious when they found you, if you could call it that. Babbling incoherently, eyes barely open from the exhaustion of being kept awake all those days.

You didn’t remember the things you mumbled to Ziva or Tony as they got you into the hospital, or as they held you close. They were terrified of losing you, maybe more than they cared to say, even to each other. And yet, they sat by your bedside taking shifts, the silence saying more than words could.

‘She’ll be fine,’ Gibbs announced, startling the pair who had all but nodded off at your side.

They turned to him and McGee, who had come to relieve the pair from watch, coffee in hand. Ziva’s hand had been holding yours since your return from surgery, and Gibbs could see she wasn’t wanting to let it go anytime soon.

‘Go get some rest, Ziva,’ Gibbs instructed, hand on her shoulder.

‘Five more minutes,’ she insisted, voice catching as Tony nodded in agreement. ‘I don’t want to lose sight of her again.’

You were conscious enough to hear her, knowing then she blamed herself for your being taken. You could tell from the way Tony refused to move that he also blamed himself, and you wanted nothing more than to tell them how wrong they were, if only you could wake yourself up to tell them.

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#asks #answered #❄️ anon #request complete #fanfiction #ziva david #ncis #ziva david x reader

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hell yeah pillow fort!!!

Hey I LOVE YOUR WRITING <3 Your so fricking TALENTED!!! I’m kinda new to tumblr 😪 So not sure how you’re meant to ask but basically please could you write another scully x reader 😽xx

hi!! thanks for joining the shitshow!!! ur very kind

Welcome to tumblr, this is my special corner of hell lmao

You can ask for specific stuff with a lot of details like a whole plot or maybe just one little thing you want in it

Here’s a Dana Scully one just for you x

Dana Scully x Reader

Paranoia

Hiding beneath Mulder’s desk, your hands shook as you clutched your cell. Your hands quickly sped over the only number you’d cared to memorise, watching the shadows dance on the floor beside you as someone walked on the other side of the desk. They stopped, papers were shuffled above you, and your breathing halted as you lightly typed your message.

“SOS UNDER DESK” was all you could manage, terrified that any more clicks would be heard by the trespasser you hid from.

You heard a familiar ringtone from not far away, quickly clapping your own hand over your mouth as you began to fear you had just compromised Scully’s safety in place of your own. Footsteps quickened, and you realised in horror the person you had been hiding from was coming around the other side of the desk.

They knew exactly where you were now, and all you could do was close your eyes and hope it was quick. A hand grabbed your arm, and before you could scream, you opened your eyes to see a worried Scully kneeling before you.

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just me,’ she assured you, her eyebrows creasing in worry as you moved forth quickly to wrap your arms around her neck. ‘What happened?’

*** THREE HOURS EARLIER ***

You were sure you were being followed. You’d seen certain cars more than once on too many different blocks to know different, but Scully was in a doctor’s appointment and Mulder was at his monthly boy’s club with the Lone Gunmen. Besides, you didn’t wanna bother either of them.

They’d taken you under their wing, watching over you in the times you needed them most, teaching you how to do so for others and yourself in the process. It was times like this you were grateful for them and their paranoia, because you had learned exactly how to evade a tail.

You made it all the way to work eventually, only an hour later than you’d hoped or planned. Instead of going straight to the office the three of you had crammed yourselves into, you snuck down to the filing cabinets to do some research before your partners arrived. You figured it would be safer down there, less traffic, more security, and there was a space where you used to hide as a trainee years before.

It had only been two hours when you were close to falling asleep, drool on the side of your lip as you brushed it away. A series of footsteps pulled you from your daydreaming, the files in your hand becoming crushed beneath your grip.

Your head peered around the shelving, and you saw a figure you’d hoped was either of your partners, but you realised within moments that it wasn’t, and whoever it was had seen you.

With only the fear inside you at being pursued, you took off down the hall and made an escape for the only other place you would find safety. You hit the door with a rocketing thud, only to find yourself cowering beneath the desk you’d sat on time and time again, ignoring Mulder’s stupid commentary, and egging on Scully’s scientific retorts.

The lot of you were often pursued, but this felt wrong, and targeted at you. Not the X Files, not your ridiculous partners, only you. When Scully appeared at your side, you clung to her safety, knowing she would protect you with the same ferocity you would for her.

No one came to the office in search of you, and Scully was able to pull you from beneath the desk with the promise she would hunt your hunter, and find him before you left her or Mulder’s sight. She said it didn’t matter if it took minutes or months, you would be with either one or both of them, but you would be under their protection until they deemed you safe.

Only then did you know how safe you were, their paranoia to be the thing keeping you alive.

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UNLIMITED HUGS IT IS, OMW SWEETS