queencotes

werealljustwinginit asked:

Tiva, sobbing

queencotes answered:

this was a cruel suggestion. i twisted it.

She starts wailing in aisle 6. He doesn’t know what causes it, but as soon as he goes to pick up baguette, she’s screaming, and no amount of silly expressions on his behalf can placate her.

"Oh c’mon now honey, what’s wrong?"
Alia, unsurprisingly doesn’t reply, just continues wailing at his face.

He hears Ziva’s boots thudding on the ground as she hurries over, evidently hearing her daughter’s sobs from the meat and cheese aisle.

"What happened?!"  she asks, hair flying back dramatically as she stumbles toward him.

He sets the bread in the cart precariously.
"I don’t know, I turned in here and she just started crying."

Ziva frowns, scooping up their wriggling child and bouncing her lightly, murmuring quiet words to try and her. If anything the screams get worse and Tony’s sure the people nearby are starting to stare at them rather than the selection of cream cakes before them.

"Okay okay think, we get paid to work this kinda stuff out…" he mutters to himself, racking his brains to figure out what made his girl so distraught. He looks up to his wife and baby yet again. Alia’s arms are flailing out, grasping the air, and he rolls his eyes at his stupidity.

"I’ll be right back."

Ziva sighs as he walks by her, and he hears a muffled “I’m clearly not going anywhere.” as he sweeps into the next aisle.

His daughter’s sobs seem even worse from the distance, and he hurriedly scans his gaze over the shelves before finding what he’s looking for.

Alia’s cries cease as soon as she lays eyes upon the stuffed giraffe he brings for her, and she giggles despite the streaks of wet tears on her cheeks. Clutching it in her chubby hands, she hugs it close and proceeds to drool all over its soft mottled fur.

Ziva stares at him, hand stroking their daughter’s downy hair.

"What? She liked it when we walked past and I wasn’t gonna buy it for her."

His partner merely places their daughter in the cart once more, and punches him in the arm. He figures he might deserve it.

Haha nice :)
When I submitted this I was in the middle of reading a bunch of tragedy fics. I just was in the mood for that haha.
I liked your spin on it though! Well done.

dontpsychoanalyze--me

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queencotes

cherish-each-other asked:

Tiva + Twitter xD

queencotes answered:

"I… I still don’t understand it."

His slams his head into his palm again with a groan.
"You just say stuff, Ziva!"

"But what stuff?! I have nothing to say!"

He pauses, thinking of his own internet endeavours.
"I tweet about my breakfast a lot…"

She stares at him, a confused expression still etched onto her features, and he deflates, defeated. Running a hand through his hair for another time this evening- he must be reaching triple digits- he makes up his mind.

"Yeah never mind you probably don’t need twitter anyway—"

"Oh now you give up?”

"On the tenth attempt at explaining it, yeah, I think I got good reason."

Her lips scrunch in what looks like a pout, and it almost sways his mind again.

"Oh, no. Your cute little pouty face isn’t gonna work on me today, honey. I mean you didn’t even want it before now, I just thought it’d be nice. I thought you could tweet…"

He trails off, eyes drawn to her hand without even realising.

"What? I could… tweet, what?”

He lifts her hand slowly, bringing her knuckles to his lips. Kissing them gently like he did oh, a lifetime ago now, he runs his thumb along the cool band nestled against her skin.

"Ziva, we’re engaged. And I guess… I guess I’d just like the whole world to know that.”

She sighs, a knowing smile on her lips. Damn her.
"Tony, the whole world doesn’t need to know. I know, and you know, and our family knows, and that’s all that matters. We can focus… on the things that matter. I don’t need to send a tweet to tell everyone we’re happy.”

"I know. I know, it was a stupid idea, and I already put it up on Facebook and—"

She pulls back.
"You did what?"

"Oh shit."
He stands up abruptly, staring at her. She glares.

"I know I should’ve asked you first but I completely forgot and…"

"You should probably run away now."

"Okay. I love you."

And so he runs.

(She chases after him. He’d never tell anyone he let her catch him.)