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Tumblr, I propose a battle of wits!
I have put Iocaine powder in one of these two goblets. You choose, then we both drink.
If you choose the more popular option you are poisoned, and must log off and do something you are putting off. If you choose otherwise, you may reblog and keep scrolling!
The Goblet Nearest You
The Goblet Nearest Me
This is genuinely the funniest thing that could’ve happened considering how the actual scene plays out holy shit
i've spent the last few years building up an immunity to tumblr polls
Please, if you are still doing a request, could you do 7,8 when r got the bullet? The team was worried, but Gibbs was the most extremely worried. Thanks!
okey, let’s go!
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> past two
Gibbs x Reader
warning: mentioned to the gun, blood, and injured
words: 516 words
prompts: #7 - “I won't buy this.”
#8 - “I didn't sell anything.”
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Your heart is pounding in your chest as you and McGee dart quickly through the stationary bogie, the sound of something being thrown away making you even more nervous. You found a phone lying on the ground, you follow the scuffing footsteps and heavy breaths through.
"Boss, he's on the 22nd track, heading north to you and we're good." You pause for a moment, listening for noises from your team. "Please copy, okey? Tony? Ziva?" You inquire through the earpieces, but your inquiry is cut short by a quick shadow on your left, which McGee eagerly follows.
You kept an eye on the probie's back as he took the lead, signaling him to go straight. But before you moved on to the next cart line, you could hear the crunching of stones and the ticking of a gun behind you. Jeffrey was only meters behind you, aiming his gun at your back.
"You're not the one I was looking for, Agent Y/L/N, but you'll have to suffice for the time being." His voice was gruff and unfazed, but despite the fear building in your chest, you knew that having a vest on would hopefully take the majority of the hits, so you ended up turning, triggered, and fired.
Five shots were fired between the two of you, two from Jeffrey and three from your gun. As your body shifted backward, you heard Gibbs' voice ordering everyone to the location of the sound. You felt a pain in your torso unlike anything you'd ever felt before, but it was the pain in your lower part that caught you off guard.
"We got Jeffrey!" Then, with a gasp, a voice said, and you recognize with tears in your eyes, Ziva's here first, for aye.
Your vision blurred as you stared up at the sky. Another, louder and more urgent voice then commanded. "We need the bus, Y/N's down!" You felt a hand on your cheek, nudge you to look at them, and you smiled at the sight of McGee and Tony, their sights filled with panic and worry.
"You moron!" You almost guffaw when McGee clutches your waist and exclaim, you been directly shot just below your vest, "I am fine, probie. I'm not planning to die today."
“I won’t buy this.” Gibbs shows up, kneels down. You shrug in his arms as you find a job to make a cheeky joke, “I didn’t sell anything.” But he's having none of it. It hurt to see these foxy eyes concerned for you, yelling at the rest of the team about why an ambulance hadn't yet arrived and what was taking so long.
As the ambulance arrived, the team has removed. You now lost a lot of blood and were beginning to fade out of consciousness. The ambulance's bright lights smash your eyes, and the terrified creeping actually reaches your heart. You hear a few ambulance technicians attempting to speak to Gibbs who won't leave your side, and though panic sets in, and your entire body tenses. However, you were no longer afraid because his strong hand had grasped yours.
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Agents DiNozzo
[A/N #1 TLDR version: Got busy with an externship, got hospitalized for a cat bite, I missed u all v v much
A/N #2 for realsies: Would Tony and his wife be allowed to work together on a team? Probs not. Would Gibbs be crazy enough to voluntarily work with both of them? Even more probs not. But it makes my lil heart happy so here you go :)]
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x wife!agent!reader
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There are two things in your career that satisfy you to no end: 1) Getting justice for the victims whose case files come across your desk and 2) Working with your husband every day. The latter presents complications, of course- the occasional conflict of interest, quibbles over theories following you home from the office, an added level of anxiety during contentious takedowns- but it also allows you the distinct privilege of spoiling and, arguably more importantly, embarrassing the hell out of one Anthony DiNozzo, Junior, on a daily basis.
Your head lifts on its own volition, guided by your nose tuning in to the sweet smell of hazelnut creamer and woodsy cologne permeating the air of the NCIS bullpen. Your partner, both in and out of the field, has evidently returned from a midday coffee run looking as delicious as the pastries you’ve spotted by the to-go cups on his desk. Checking to make sure your boss is still nestled securely in the Director’s office, you cross over into Tony’s space just as he lays his suit jacket across the back of his chair. Slipping your hands into the back pockets of his tight-fitting slacks, you can’t help but serenade him with the ten-second clip of brain rot that plagued your social media for a ridiculous number of weeks. “Can I get to the yams?” you whisper-sing through a giggle, pinching his favorite cheeks of yours, maintaining your grip even as you attempt to dodge the hand nearing the back of your head. “Sweet ya-am- ow!” Darting out of his reach, you drop into Tony’s seat with a pout, arms crossed petulantly. “You have hereby been demoted from Very Special Agent to just Special Agent for that.”
“You-” Tony sneaks a glance at McGee and Ziva who are trying- and failing- to hide their smiles before crouching to meet you at eye level and lowering his voice to carry on, “You are the reason we had to sit through that inappropriate conduct seminar for three hours last week.” He maintains an even tone, but you can see his lips twitching with amusement.
“I’m sorry everyone in this office is jealous I can touch your butt and they can’t,” you huff with an eye roll.
“Literally no one is jealous of you for that,” McGee calls from his desk across the aisle.
“Well, you guys are missing out,” you respond with an exaggerated sigh.
Shaking his head, Tony fixes you with as stern a look as he can muster. “Save it for later, Bee,” you intone in an imitation of your husband’s voice, “I know.”
“You would think,” he begins, offering you a hand to help you up and walking you back over to your desk by Ziva’s, “that you’d have moved past the infatuation stage at this point in our relationship.”
“And you would think you’d have stopped calling me ‘Probie’ by now, Anthony.”
“I have! ‘Bee’ is different than ‘Probie’. It’s a nickname and it’s cute.”
“Says who?” you challenge, eyes narrowed.
“Says the-”
“If you say ‘Senior Field Agent,’ I swear to God, Tony, you’re sleeping on the-”
“DiNozzos!” Gibbs’ gruff voice puts an immediate stop to your squabble as he descends the steps two at a time. “Ziva, McGee, all of you, front and center. Whaddya got? Besides too much time on your hands.”
“Coffee and a suspect,” you supply with a smile, turning on the plasma display as Tony presents Gibbs with a cardboard cup. “For once, Agent DiNozzo’s go-to theory seems to hold water.” Raising an eyebrow at your husband, you playfully mock, “It was the wife.”
Tim picks up the next leg of your shared insight. “Credit card history has the Lieutenant Commander’s wife meeting with our hit man at a hotel in Anacostia two weeks before the murder, Boss.”
“We also traced these calls from the burner found on our victim’s body,” Ziva indicates for Tim to highlight the outgoing calls on the phone logs before continuing, “…to his sister in law, Anna.”
The redhead’s photo pops up on the TV, and your husband lets out a low whistle that has your hand instantly connecting with the back of his head. “You are my light, my sunshine, and the very air I breathe, my dear,” he speaks through a grimace, trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral vision.
“Go pick our hitman up,” Gibbs instructs, cutting off your bickering before it can begin by dangling the sedan’s keys on his index finger in front of you.
You snatch them up, sharing a catlike grin with Ziva. “My pleasure, Boss. I might be needing his services soon, anyway.”
“Uh uh,” your boss calls as the two of you start collecting your things. “Take Tony.”
Your husband flashes you a sheepish smile while you grumble at him over the lip of your coffee cup. “Let’s go, Dick-Nozzo.”
“It’s your last name, too,” he points out astutely, holding out his hand for the keys.
“Shut up. I’m driving.”
As the elevator begins its descent, Tony slips two fingers under your chin and turns your face towards him, concern muting the typical sparkle in his olive green eyes. “Are you really upset with me, babe?”
You count the seconds ticking away in your head, relishing in the way he squirms under your stern gaze, before relenting at second fourteen. “No, you big dummy,” you say with a nudge to his side. “She’s hot.”
Tony lifts your hand to his mouth and presses his lips against your wedding band before asserting, “You’re hotter.”
Curling your free hand around his tie, you tug him closer and land a sound kiss on his lips. The elevator dings to indicate you’ve reached the parking garage, and you reluctantly release your husband from your grip with a satisfied smile and a murmured, “I’ve taught you so well.”
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Federal Gambit- Part 3
Warnings: Minimal swearing, mentions of death, minimal mentions of self harm
Pairings: dad!Gibbs x reader, Hotch x fem!reader
A/N: Hello readers, thank you for sticking around. Here's the requested part 3! If you haven't read part 2, go back and do so. First off, I am so sorry it took so long! I just finished my first year of university a month ago. I hate leaving things unfinished so I'm coming back to this. This chapter is kind of a drag because it is all plot stuff but I'm hoping the story will be done with two more parts! As always, feel free to critique me and/or leave requests! Thanks for reading! <3
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Leroy and Aaron quickly rushed to you. The blast was weak but strong enough to render you unconscious. Aaron called his team while Leroy dialed 911.
“Stay with us y/n,”.
Coma Dream
Flashback to when you were 17
Leroy was about to ship out for another deployment. Lucky for you, he’d be there for the holidays. He decided to take you, Kelly, and Shannon, on a trip to his cabin he built but never got to use. Snow was gently falling. Leroy started a fire while your mom made you and your sister hot chocolate. Kelly draped a blanket over the two of you as you sipped your warm beverage. You turned towards Kelly the same time Kelly turned towards you. The two of you burst into a fit of laughter because whipped cream covered your noses. Shannon shook her head moving out of her spot to get you both napkins. Leroy admired the scene from afar, his blue eyes softened and filled with content. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend time with his family.
Once everyone was settled, you all exchanged gifts. Kelly gifted you a locket with a picture of you two sticking your tongues out and making a silly face. Funny enough, you gifted Kelly the same thing. Shannon gifted Leroy a vintage wooden hand plane and he gifted her a small wooden boat.
The rest of the day was spent enjoying every moment with the family before the inevitable deployment happened.
As soon as the holidays were over, Leroy shipped out, the family outing now just a past memory.
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Was anyone going to tell me AO3 has a Tumblr or was I just expected to find that out myself?????
i love enemy caretakers. people who shouldnt be helping the injured person but their morals just wont let them stand by. a soldier patching up an opposing soldier even knowing it might put their own life at risk. a criminal talking down a gang leader to keep a detective from being killed or leaving them an anonymous tip to a dangerous situation. a vigilante keeping the person who wants to arrest them alive even if it increases the chance they get arrested. theres just so many great versions of enemy caretakers!!
which of these is the sexiest thing your blorbo (or you) can do / can go through?
blood drinking
cannibalism (so it’s the whole thing, not just the blood)
when he’s sinking his teeth into his enemy’s throat
autopsy — is he the corpse? is he the mortician? who knows!
revenge
when he’s wielding a sword
when he’s standing there covered in blood
when a surgery is being performed on him, to save his life from severe injuries
gaslight and manipulation
when he’s lying unconscious on the hospital bed after a near death experience
feel free to reblog with your thoughts/opinions
Just the poll options alone show how much we collectively need therapy.
Hobie Brown in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)
bonus:
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🕓What happens in car crash x
🕓Do cars explode? x
🕓Types of scarring x
🕓Frontal collisions x
someones writing an angst fic
I need a cooking show with these three as the judges. Please.
winning contestant: makes a molé enchilada that is somehow also a functioning bicycle and inexplicably utilizes saltine crackers and marshmallows as ingredients but it works
If you can somehow impress all of them, Gordon Ramsay appears as the final boss
Stop fucking asking me why I want to fuck villains! why don't you instead ask why they keep making villains fucking interesting and sexy!
“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”
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doodled this in 2021 lol. sometimes your ocs find out stuff for you. thanks ocs.
Clint. You're going to be all right.
if anyone ever finds a way to legit cheat death then my money's on ao3 authors being the ones who do
Straight up, my sister has instructions and a detailed doc to follow if I die with unfinished works