#xoxo sofia

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"C'mon, David. It's tradition. Just a peck?" 

- SN // graphite (2020) 💋

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I wasn't there to take his place, I was ten thousand miles away.

So when you hear my voice, And when you say my name, May it never give you pain.

for @delicatefalice

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Something Blue (part 11/15)

The songs are a part of the story. Because of that, please read it in AO3.

Summary: Now that Ziva is safe and can return to her family… Tony doesn’t waste any time. She’ll need to have something blue to go along with a white wedding gown.

She felt his hand grasping her drink to put it on the table, turning to face Tony already at her side.

“Come, sweet cheeks,” he said with a smile, taking her by the hand. “They’re playing our song.”

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(there is just one thing I need)

inspired by this post from @justkindaoverhereobsessing

He shook the snow out of his boots, kicking them on the wall a couple of times to let the ice crisps from it fall to the ground. They were left out in the hallway, and precariously so, for there was a little girl left alone inside the flat, and this little girl in particular was very much known to be up to no good, especially without him there.

“Tali,” his voice echoed at the empty hallway, a key turning into the lock as his bare hands shivered from the cold. He didn’t take any gloves, thinking this was going to be a quick business, but it was a decision he soon regretted, only because now his fingertips were numb to a non-feeling point.

He wasn’t sure if going out in the deserted french streets only to buy cinnamon was a nice way of teaching his daughter not to be spoiled, but somehow she knew the direct way to his heart - something she must have inherited from her mother - and a small pout and sad eyes could get him anywhere in a second.

He also wasn’t sure about the reason a child would ask for cinnamon to be put in a simple hot chocolate recipe - he always thought it would be the other way around, more and more chocolate - but he had a feeling it had something to do with the text now sitting on his phone.

At the airport, xo

He had read it a thousand times already, and only the act of remembering it made his heart flutter, a burning warmth suddenly spreading under his winter clothes towards his numb fingertips. He’d taken so much time processing it that his reply had only one tick, which made him curse himself for a good while for not wishing her a safe flight in time.

He’d told Tali at noon, and since then she couldn’t stop asking about it and planing the multiple things she thought was necessary for the night to be perfect. The girl practically thought an international flight took mere minutes, checking the door and the windows more times than he could count. He couldn’t deny his excitement was the same, but someone had to take the reins here and not burst with anticipation hours before the doorbell even rang.

And so he walked to the little corner shop still opened at that hour only to buy cinnamon for a hot chocolate recipe he was certain it needed no cinnamon at all. The streets were lonely and gray, and people were probably already dining on their respective homes, for it was Christmas eve, the only day when deserted streets meant a good thing, to be honest.

As he walked back from the shop to the apartment, the snow fell relentlessly and he regretted for the tenth time that day for underestimating European temperatures. Speckles of ice guided his path and made his insides shiver, and he almost couldn’t breathe, though it had nothing to do with the cold.

It had more to do with the Israeli flying towards him, getting closer and closer to home.

“Tali,” he repeated, making sure to keep his snowy boots out on the doorway, “everything okay? I’m back now.”

His eyes were alert, already rethinking if the decision of leaving a child alone for more than five minutes was the right thing to do. But he was a single father, so to speak, and her incisive need of that goddaming cinnamon was beyond him. It was easier just to do what she asked for than contour his way around it, and he had learned that long ago.

When two stubborn parents merge stubborn genes, there’s no chance their child will get away with it. It was in her blood, and it was their fault.

“Tali, sweetheart, where are you?” He left the keys on the kitchen counter, his voice echoing in the empty living room. There was a Christmas tree on its corner and a menorah on top of the mantlepiece.

He heard giggles coming from her bedroom, followed by “Here, Daddy” also merged with soft sweet laughter, like ripples of water. She must be unwrapping her presents, he thought, she was his daughter too after all.

At least she wasn’t asking about the flight anymore, but by the last glance he did at the kitchen clock, it would still take a couple of hours to land. At least he had an answer already, if not for her, then for him. He was having heart palpitations since yesterday.

“Little ninja, you better not be-”

His voice died.

He saw her hair first.

Dark brown curls now frizzy from the snow and wind outside, falling down her back and over her shoulders. Curls he remembered from his dreams, memories long gone and revisited every day.

He saw her smile right after, his heart threatening to stop.

A bright smile, her cheeks pink from the cold but eyes glinting more than the Christmas lights outside.

She must have got here mere moments ago, he thought.

She was sitting on Tali’s bed, a photograph of them in that same city in her hand, taken years ago and cherished as if the most precious treasure in the world since then. Her fingers were shaking, and he wondered if she still felt cold for a second. Then he wondered how, how was she here, how did she get here without him being here, how her flight-

“Whose plane was it?”

She chuckled. “You are clever,” her eyes locked with his again. “Sometimes.”

There was something in her smile that brought such a warm feeling to his chest, a feeling of belonging that had been misplaced for years. He was convinced that that smile was meant just for him, perhaps ever since they met.

He was wrong. If there was someone who would burst from excitement between him and Tali, it was definitely him. The combination of his heart on fire and his fingertips numb was weird, but his face lit up all the same, without him even realizing it.

“I bought cinnamon,” Tony said, laughter dancing in his eyes.

Ziva’s smile was bigger than ever.

“Merry Christmas,” she replied.

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les billets

@justkindaoverhereobsessing gave me the prompt  “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Opera” and this was the result <3

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His hair was dripping wet, but he managed to comb it away from his eyes and that was the best he could arrange with the minutes running by too quickly.

Tony tripped over the towel on the bathroom floor and was already on the bedroom when he turned on his feet to pick it up, recalling the number of complaints he'd receive from her if he didn't. He rushed to the bed, grabbing his black leather shoes on the way and glancing at his wrist to check the time.

They were running terribly late.

Ziva ended the call she was having on the other room and paraded in front of him to get to the mirror in order to put her pearl earrings in place.

"You look nice," he said.

She looked stunning, to be honest. The silk burgundy dress made the caramel undertone of her skin shine, and the way her curls were up in a messy updo put her slender neck curving to the long line down her spine on display.

"The kids are okay," she ignored him. "Your father said only Tali is up, but she's reading and will go to bed at nine."

"The Sorcerer's Stone."

"She's reading about a stone?"

"Well, in a way..." His voice died when she turned to him, gesturing with her chin for him to stand up.

Ziva placed the dark gray tie around his neck, making the knot with swift hands and a slight furrow in her brow. He watched her do it, and even after many occasions, his heart still managed to skip a beat. The first time that happened, she didn't even ask, it was as if this was the most natural thing in the world. From then on, Tony decided not to put a tie on his own never again.

"Do you have the tickets?"

A second passed.

She looked up, her eyes fixing on his. "Tony, do you have the tickets?" Her voice turned to steel in a second.

Every year they went to the Palais Garnier as a homage to Ziva's sister, Tali, and watched whatever opera was on. That year, it was his job to get the tickets and hers to get the kids to their grandpa, in order to have at least this date night in peace.

He closed his eyes, sighing deeply.

Ziva gripped his tie harder, her knuckles turning white.

"Anthony DiNozzo Junior, you had one job." Her tone was low but borderline dangerous. "Tell me how will we possibly get there on time to do the one thing you were supposed to do?"

He huffed out a breath, not even answering her because he just knew she wouldn't listen. Tony went to the living room, Ziva following him close behind with tight fists and red vision.

"I'm sorry," his voice trailed off.

"You know how important this is to me."

"Again, I'm sorry."

Ziva scoffed, throwing random things inside her purse as she stormed towards the front door.

"Now we will never get there on time," she said, turning the key on its lock. "We will never-"

Two shining tickets appeared in front of her vision, close enough for her to read the date and the hour of the show.

Ziva turned to him and Tony had the smuggest smile ever, his body leaning against the door and holding his suit over his shoulder. Her hands were still hovering above the lock when she chuckled.

"I hate you."

"Why? I'm lovely."

"Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge."

"Can I pick?"

Laughter danced in his eyes and she had to smile at how smug he was feeling. Only because he’d managed to have her fooled like that.

Ziva grabbed the tickets with a raise of her eyebrow and put them in her purse, opening the door.

"You do look beautiful," he said, laughing.

"Let's go."

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hiiiiiii i created a side blog for non-ncis stuff cause i intend to gif other things and post about other fandoms, if you’re interested it’s @solastrum <3

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lovelies 💗 me and @justkindaoverhereobsessing are trying to come up with headcanons in need of a fix-it fic so we can collab together, so if you have an idea that would help us a lot 💛🌙☀🌻 anyway we're dumb and we need help

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I am happy my anonymous romantic gesture went over well! You are a really cute person.

I AM BLUSHING REPEAT I AM BLUSHINGGG 🚨🚨🚨

Thank you!! It made my day <3 (you're really cute too)