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I'm not scared of you anymore
Just saw picture from Tony being interrogated by Eli and the tags read his future father-in-law. Can you guys imagine Eli David attending their wedding? Cause I can´t.
What if Tali is alive? Mossad or Shin Bet would have had to know that the Opera house was going to be bombed by Hamas. They know too much. They were daughters of a very powerful man, most likely, they had protection detail. What if Tali is out there somewhere hoping for her big sister Ziva to be okay and be happy? What if this was all to get Ziva to be stronger, soulless.
Do you guys think they did a great casting choice with Michael Nouri? I mean he really looks like he could be Ziva´s dad. I definitely see the resemblance. Same with the first actress they cast as Kelly.
Does anyone have a young ziva fanfiction? As a kid, as a teenager, when she first joined mossad? I really need something Ziva centered right now.
"The skirt is short on purpose" or the "I accidentally adopted five cats for either ot3 or Tommyeli OOORRRR elidavid ❤️❤️
another anon actually requested tommyeli “the skirt is short on purpose” so i will do the other one for elidavid & you still get the best of both worlds <3
“I can explain.”
David had faced worse foes than an irritated Eli’s wrath but, standing here in their apartment surrounded by what used to be their couch, he was more than a little intimidated. Mostly because this was entirely his fault.
Eli stood paused at the doorway, taking in the wreckage. The pillows were nothing more than piles of feathers. Their couch was an explosion of fluff dangling with shreds of cloth. He wasn’t yelling yet.
David held out his hands in a gesture that was both placating and preparatory for a defensive position. He wasn’t afraid for himself, of course, but he had to think of his house guests.
Eli was still silent and waiting. David could tell he was itching to demand an answer so he started talking.
“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats.”
There was a long pause before Eli hid his face behind his palm. But, he recovered from the news quickly enough. David was happy to see his de-stressing techniques were working so well.
“Alright.” Eli took a deep breath and didn’t even pinch the bridge of his nose before asking, “How many scratching posts do I need to buy?”
Elidavid | 25. Librarian/avid reader
For tedaltmans
David/Eli "Are you flirting with me?"
for emmi-hayes
David took in the sight of the man sitting beside him. Eli Bradley. Patriot. Ex team teader. Reinstated teammate. Grandson of the original Captain America. Grade A beefcake.
And he'd been sitting here with David all night.
The party was full of teen supers, their current team included. Tommy had flitted off to dance with Megan much earlier in the evening, leaving David to wallflower about. He caught up with his old friends, met a few new x-students, and found Eli near the punch bowl when he went to grab a drink.
Three hours later and they were still chatting.
Now they were out on the back patio, sitting on the cement edge with their legs stretched out in the grass. They had conversed about a variety of topics. David was pleasantly surprised to find out that not only was Eli interested in history but also willing to discuss it with him. But it was hard to focus on notable supreme court cases when Eli's whole face lit up as he got passionate about the details.
Tommy had never mentioned how utterly charming his teammate was.
And that was David's current problem. Eli wasn't just charming. He was intelligent, heartfelt, and damn fine. He'd been effectively chatting up David all night. David was ready to give the go-ahead, ask Eli out to dinner maybe, even hook up if that's all Eli wanted.
But he didn't know if Eli was into guys.
There was a lull in the conversation as Eli sipped his soda ("Tastes better," Eli had said, "If I can't get drunk then I'm drinking what's good"). If there was going to be a perfect time, David thought, this was it. He just needed to do it. Just ask. Get it over with. Figure out where he was on the playing field.
David stretched his fingers into the air between them (elbow bumping Eli's solid thigh and wow, yes, that was all muscle) and gestured in Eli's direction. Eli's attention was on him, the other man having sensed words at the tip of his tongue and staying quiet, patiently waiting. Really, it would just be better to get this over with. He just needed to know. No more hasty steps. Not with his team. David took a deep breath.
"Are you flirting with me?"
For a moment, Eli did nothing but stare. Then his smile turned sheepish and he glanced down before meeting David's eyes again, posture that of a child who had been caught in the cookie jar before dinner.
"Uh, yeah," Eli said, tone sheepish. "Sorry, I thought--"
"Oh, no no no," David recovered. "It's totally not a problem. It's very much problem-less actually. Please continue. I just--"
Wincing at his own rambling, David forced himself to breathe before he continued. Eli was smiling wider now, so that was a good sign, right? David scratched the back of his neck.
"I just wanted to make sure. I guess. I'm flirting with you too, for the record."
"Cool." Eli nodded and his eyes looked a little brighter. "Then can I get you another drink?"