#elidavid

[redibinch]

I'm not scared of you anymore

[thatcaithness]

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. 

[rosiescarbs]

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.

[thatcaithness]

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.

[rosiescarbs]

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.

[jolliestroger]

"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?”

[emmi-hayes]

Elidavid | 25. Librarian/avid reader

For tedaltmans

“I need to check this back in,” David said as he slid the hard back across the counter. Eli was typing away at his computer giving David a good look at his profile while he waited.

“Was it good?” Eli pushed his chair back and spun to face David. His smile was sweet in the way a home cooked meal was. David might be a little smitten.

“Yeah, it was.” David shouldered his messenger bag, shifting from side to side.

“Hey wait,” Eli spun his chair around just as David started to step away. He grabbed a book off the shelf behind his work station and swiped the barcode over the scanner. “I pulled the second one on Saturday. A group of high schools come in a few hours before you do, and I was afraid they might swipe the last copy.” He handed over the second part of the Farlander series, his brown fingers looked amazing wrapped around the deep green cover.

“Thanks, you’re always taking care of me.” David wanted to hit himself, or just walk away. Because wow.

Eli just laughed. “I’m only doing my job.” He gave a lazy salute with two fingers, his smile turning more into a grin. “Besides, I didn’t want to make you wait until next Monday. I know they wouldn’t have it back in time for biography Friday. Besides that would just mess up the schedule and—oh my God, I just mentioned your schedule.” Eli’s face looked absolutely sheepish. His cheeks flushed as he sputtered up at David.

“It’s fine.” David waved him off, bushing a little himself. “I mean it’s not like I’m hard to figure out. Fiction on Mondays, educational texts on Fridays.” He shrugged, holding the book to his stomach with both hands. “And I mean there’s only like three of you that work the desk. I’m pretty sure everyone knows I’m a book worm.”

“Yeah, but at least they’re not being creepy about it.” Eli laughed but it was still a little strained.

David smiled reassuringly and waved the book at him. “I promise, you’re not being a creep. It’s nice to know the hot librarians are keeping tabs on the readers, but I have to get going. I’ll see you on Friday.” David was turned and gone before Eli could stop him. “Wow, so smooth, Alleyne.” David was never going to be able to show his face again. Except he had a book due by next Wednesday, and Eli was right if he didn’t go in on Friday his schedule was ruined.

*

Friday rolled around and David drug his feet getting to the library. His apartment was spotless and his Psych paper was done a week early when he finally made it in an hour before closing.

“I didn’t think you were coming by today,” Eli greeted.

“Busy,” David said and tried to play it cool. He shrugged as he handed his book to Eli, a biography over Edison. “I’ve been working on a paper.” Eli to the book and checked it in as David ventured off to find a new read.

He spent forever picking a book, not really focusing on the titles as he wandered down the aisles. He ended up in the biographies again, not because they were the furthest away from the front desk, and picked one at random.

Eli made a face at the title as he pulled up David’s account, it wasn’t really a frown, but it wasn’t not a frown either. “Baseball, I didn’t know you were a fan.”

David almost asked what he meant but then he realized he’d picked up a biography on Babe Ruth. “Oh, just trying something a little different.”

“Hm.” Eli scanned the bar code and stamped the due date on the slip stuck to the back cover. “Here you go,” he said as he handed the book across the counter.

“Thanks,” David said as he took the book and tucked it into his bag, “I’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah.” Eli sounded like he was thinking of something else, the word soft and breathy. “Y’know, you say you’re pretty easy to read,” Eli began, stopping David in his tracks as he turned to go. It had all been going okay, and now David felt it was about to get awkward again. “But I’ve been trying to figure you out for three months. Sometimes, Monday for instance, I could all but swear you’re flirting with me. But I’ve seen you check out some of the girls before. And I just, are you interested?” Eli look frustrated, but it was ruined by the pout on his lips.

“I’m bi,” David blurted, then groaned. “I mean, yes.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Eli nodded.

“So.”

“Want to get coffee on Monday?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Cool. We can talk about books.” Eli grinned causing David to grin, and somehow David left the library with a baseball biography and a coffee date. Tommy was not going to believe any part of this story when he got back to the apartment.

[jolliestroger]

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?"