#just saw a coworker on there fastest block of my life

[mrecae]

*looking at myself in the mirror* NO more Grindr at work 😠

[the-enamorando-deity]

Another really good oneshot, wow! 😍 I had an idea, maybe readers abusive ex boyfriend comes back and makes a scene at the bullpen in front of everyone (maybe pulls her arm a little to harsh) and Ziva is protective as hell? End fluffy with calming Reader down because she is having a panic attack? ❄

i felt the panic attack just writing it 🙃🙃 hope this is ok!!

ziva david x reader (platonic)

warnings/tw: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of previous abuse and some in the present also

The Ex in Excruciating

Working for NCIS had given you a new life. You only needed to escape a few things, but it changed so much for you that looking back seemed impossible. You thought you had almost become a new person, one that had never been through the things you had. You put everything behind you, or at least you tried.

None of your team really knew all that much about you, Ziva knew the most of all. Even that was minuscule compared to what you knew about them all, many of the things you had discovered through simple conversation, otherwise not much more than that you found through less ethical means.

You were sure they’d also done their homework and due diligence on the newest member of their team, but there were things you had hidden from public record and other more discrete files.

What you never expected was for your past to appear in your workplace, showing everyone more about yourself in those seconds than you had revealed in the months you’d worked there. When he showed up, you felt the blood rush as far from your heart as it could reach.

You could have passed out in your chair as the suave bastard appeared before you, lungs seizing as your brain fought for air. Your hands shook at the mere sight of him, but he hadn’t seen you just yet. Instead, he was leaning on the wall beside Ziva’s desk, chatting her up as he often would other women in front of you, usually in dingy bars you were forced to go to.

This was something entirely different, and you didn’t know if he was there for you. You were about to make a break for Abby’s lab, turning your chair slowly so it faced away from him. You were hoping the change in your own personal style and your hair colour would be enough to conceal your identity.

You had only just made it to the elevator doors when a familiar and terrifying shiver ran down your spine. Your teeth clenched, and you knew it was him, standing behind you. His hand landed firmly on your shoulder, spinning you around as he bore a wide grin across his otherwise expressionless face. His eyes were vacant of feeling, just how they were the last time you saw him.

You shook his hand off your shoulder and backed up to the elevator, praying it would open so you could disappear.

‘Hiya, gorgeous, miss me?’ he asked, hand now on the wall beside your head as he leaned over you.

‘Leave me alone,’ you whispered, glancing around if only hoping someone would appear to save you. You hated having to rely on others for help, but this was something you couldn’t do alone, back then or now.

He didn’t budge, so you quickly slipped to the side and returned to the bullpen, speeding through and leaving your stuff, just trying to get to the other elevator. You pressed the button a hundred times as he made his way over to you for a second time, calmly as to not arouse suspicion.

‘Go back into the bullpen,’ he ordered, enjoying watching you quake with fear. ‘Now.’

Your arm was tucked tight in his grip, and you could already feel it bruising. You tried to pull yourself free, but it seemed he’d been working out more than he had before, and you had no choice but to do as he said.

‘I’m sorry we haven’t all been formally introduced,’ he started, beaming a grin at your coworkers. ‘I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, but you can call me CJ.’

‘Boyfriend?’ Tony asked, puzzled.

‘CJ?’ McGee added on, eyeing you as he tried to recall you ever mentioning a CJ.

You swallowed and tried to hide the fear on your face as you nodded, but Ziva could read something off. Before she could ask anything, CJ tightened his grip and started guiding you toward the elevator again, but this time you weren’t going alone.

‘We’re going out to lunch, she might be back a few minutes late,’ he smirked, directing this towards Tony who only pulled a face. They could all tell something was off, but thought maybe it was just because you were so secretive.

You tried to resist him moving you, but he grabbed your arm and yanked it quite hard, dragging you towards the elevator. You were about to turn and look to Ziva for help, only to find her already at your side. She smiled sweetly at you both, pressing the button.

‘I am also going down, we can go together,’ she said, gently nudging you where CJ couldn’t see.

‘We’re fine, we don’t need an escort,’ he insisted, but Ziva laughed and put her hand on your shoulder.

‘Not an escort, but thank you,’ she teased, ‘I am heading out to lunch and this is the fastest way.’

The elevator opened as CJ’s anger levels rose, his grip once again tightening until you were sure his rings were cutting into your skin. You said ow, unable to stop yourself, and Ziva grabbed you out of the way and pulled you behind herself. CJ’s cheeks grew hot with anger, his fists balled.

‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ he snapped, drawing attention from almost everyone in the office. He noticed, quickly lowering his voice. ‘Give her back to me.’

‘No,’ Ziva replied, hearing your breathing start to get a little shaky, ‘you’re not taking her anywhere.’

She held your hand as she stood between you and CJ, your grip turning sweaty as you fought to keep yourself standing. He went to make a move, when the elevator doors opened to reveal Gibbs, who was all too quick to catch on. He grabbed CJ’s shoulder firmly and pulled him away from Ziva and yourself, not caring who he was, only knowing he was trouble.

‘Do you know who I am?’ CJ barked, now more pissed off than before.

‘I don’t care,’ Gibbs replied, stepping between Ziva and CJ, blocking you from his sight, ‘I don’t want you to come back here again. Out.’

With that, CJ seemed to balk. Gibbs’ words held a weight no one else’s had, one you now realised was similar to CJ’s father, a man he’d been terrified of since birth, and now something you were mentally adding to a list of his weaknesses. CJ left in a huff, but you didn’t see it.

You’d backed yourself against the wall and sunk down, Ziva kneeling beside you and helping you control your breaths. There were obviously things you were going to have to fill her in on, but for now, she just needed to make sure you were okay. Gibbs was at your other side with a bottle of water before long, and Tony and McGee were keeping onlookers from bothering you.

‘Who was that?’ Gibbs asked when your breaths returned to a normal state.

‘My ex,’ you managed, knees pulled to your chest as you felt the cool water relieve the heat from your cheeks. ‘I thought he thought I was dead.’

Ziva rubbed your back and looked over to Tony, who immediately understood and moved to his desk, calling security while the others watched over you. They helped you come down from it all, but you weren’t letting them know everything, you couldn’t.

‘They grabbed him on the way out, we’re gonna make sure he stays away,’ Tony informed you. ‘I’ll drive you home tonight, make sure your place is secure, Ziva can follow and make sure you don’t have a tail.’

When you didn’t respond, McGee joined the others by your side. ‘We’ll take it in turns, okay?’

They were insistent on making sure you were okay, which was something you wouldn’t often expect from people you had known for years, let alone them who you had known barely months. But they were your team, and you could trust them, and that made you feel safer than you ever had.

‘Thank you,’ you managed quietly.

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[bionic-buckyb]

When It Rains: Part 2

A Thor x Reader / Soulmate Series

Master List

⚡ You’ve been dreaming of the same voice, the same man, for as long as you can remember. You never thought that he could be real, let alone that he was the God of Thunder, your soulmate, and the key to unlocking a mysterious power within you; a power that could be used to save Thor’s homeland of Asgard, or, in the wrong hands, to destroy it.

A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN writing part one and even more fun writing this! It’s so freeing to write for other characters, especially Thor, and to explore the marvel universe more. I just hope you guys are liking it! This whole series is based (loosely) off the song Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Thank you to @howlingbarnes, my beautiful bestie, for reading this over for me. Your asks, likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated (although if you could reblog to get it out there, i’d appreciate it the most)! I’d love to hear if you wish for me to continue [:

Word Count: 1,765

Warnings: - language. - very mild violence.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine. (credit: here)

Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest, as Thor’s astonishingly clear, blue eyes pierced your very soul. You couldn’t believe it. The person you’d been dreaming about for literal years, was standing right in front of you. But how? How was this possible? Your brain worked in overdrive over every explanation, but the overpowering fuzz of uncertainty claimed the most space. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your mind and think rationally. Thor’s brow was furrowed in apparent concern, sweet wrinkles appearing by his eyes as he concentrated.  

“Is everything alright?” he asked, reaching out a very large hand, and placing it on your shoulder in a genuinely concerned manner. Only five minutes in this being’s presence, and you had already deemed him perfection.

“I---yeah…” you replied, fidgeting at the spot. “I just… feel like I know you.”

“I must say, I do feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before. Have we ever met?”

“Uh… no,” you said, with a shake of your head. “I don’t think we have.”

“Shame. Maybe you’ve seen me on the television? I’m quite popular here on Earth.”

The smile that followed this statement warmed your fragile heart this time; the delicious warmth creeping over every bone in your body like a comforting blanket. But there was the word again. Earth. The only word you’d ever heard him say. How would you possibly explain this to someone so… godlike? Your anxiety began to creep up on you, like a insatiable thirst, sucking you dry. You couldn’t tell him about your dreams. How stupid would you look?

“Yeah,” you finally retorted, smoothing out your apron, picking off every fuzz and crumb; anything to not have to face him. “That’s probably it.”

Thor looked out the window, before looking back at you. You could feel those eyes scanning over you, assessing you, and your entire body was on fire. You didn’t want to let him go, but how would you make him stay? You were just… you. And he was just… out of your entire fucking league.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice quieter than before, more intimate.  “I have to be going now. I’m needed by my good friend, Tony Stark.”

You choked on your own spit, coughing violently.

“I’m sorry, did you just say you’re friends with Tony Stark?”

“Indeed. Do you know of him?”

“Well, he’s only one of the richest men on the entire planet---”

You stopped speaking mid sentence, and that’s when it all finally clicked. Suddenly, you felt so stupid that you wanted to literally kick yourself as hard as possible, or vomit, or both. Tony Stark was the founder of the Avengers and, after taking another glance at Thor, realized that he too was obviously a part of them. You didn’t know much about the Avengers, or their members; just that they saved the world and the government gave them shit for it.

“Wait… you’re an Avenger, aren’t you?” you asked bravely.

“I am or… was. Not really sure where they stand anymore. Which is where I was going, to find out.”

“Ah, okay, yeah. Please, don’t let me stop you,” you replied, your heart crying out not to let him leave, but your brain knowing you had to. “It was very nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” he stated with a nod of his head, before turning out of the coffee shop door. You watched as he walked in the middle of the street with purpose. A bolt of electric blue lightning that matched his eyes came from the sky. It zapped around him like a force field and you gasped, as the same lightning emitted from his fingertips. Thor turned once more to look at you through, his eyes glowing the whitest blue you’d ever seen. His clothes had now changed, and he was wearing leather armor, which hugged every part of him perfectly. To your surprise, he winked before quickly disappearing straight up into the sky. You ran out into the street and looked up, hoping for one more glimpse of the man of your dreams, but he was gone. The only thing that greeted you was a rumble of thunder, followed by drops of rain on your face.

Walking quickly back into the coffee shop to avoid getting wet, you did a quick Google search on your phone.

Thor.

Many things came up, including lots of Norse mythology. Myths, about the son of Odin. Your head was spinning, as if your body was on the fastest teacup ride at Disneyland. Specifying the search, you tried:

Thor, Avengers.

What came up made you gasp, and feel even more stupid than you already felt, even though deep down you always knew.

Thor, son of Odin, is the god of Thunder. He is the most important and famous god in Norse mythology and, after coming to Earth to reveal himself, along with teaming up with Mr Tony Stark, has become a crucial part of the Avengers team. After the historical incident in Sokovia, his location is unknown. It is possible that he currently resides on his own planet, Asgard.

So Thor was an actual god after all; an otherworldly being. You set your phone down and inhaled quickly, before releasing all of your pent up air in one long breath. All this time, you had been seeing what you assumed were Thor’s memories. The actual god of Thunder. But why? Why you? And why did he come to you now, in a measly coffee shop on Earth when, clearly, he was on the run? Crazy questions ran through your brain, with no answers to sedate them.

“Fuck…” you breathed, trying everything not to cry. You didn’t know what to do, where to turn, or what any of this meant.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally relieved from your position by a coworker, and began your walk to the parking garage a few blocks down the street from the coffee shop to retrieve your car. All you wanted to do was curl into a ball in bed and cry, knowing that you’d let Thor just leave without an explanation for the dreams that tortured you for so long. He was, after all, an actual god. Maybe he knew what was happening to you.

Not realizing where you were going, you slammed into a stranger who was standing directly in front of you. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, so as not to draw attention, sending chills down your spine.

“Gimme your purse, and no one gets hurt.”

“What?” you asked, absolutely flabbergasted. “Absolutely fucking not.”

The man’s fingers were wrapped around the strap now, yanking it toward him. A mean glare was in his eyes. You were playing tug of war now. All of your money was in this bag, your entire life. There was no way you were letting it go.

“Let go!” you screamed, hoping to get someone’s attention, but the street was empty. “Now, asshole!”

You saw the stranger reach into his pocket with his free hand, and you froze. You knew he was going for a knife, a gun; anything to kill you with. This was it. This was the end.

Except you were very wrong.

A loud crack of lightning struck just behind the stranger, making him let go of your purse and yelp in surprise.

“Jesus Christ!” he screamed, jumping away from you. “Oh fuck…”

When he spoke, he was almost looking through you, as if someone was behind you. You furrowed your brow, as you watched the stranger tremble with fear, before running the other way.

“I was only gone like... an hour,” the sweet, deep, soothing voice said behind you. The only voice to ever make you weak in the knees. “You’re a trouble maker, aren’t you?”

You turned around in what felt like slow motion, as you took in Thor for the first time since you found out who and what he actually was. Butterflies fluttered inside your stomach, the sudden urge to vomit from emotion apparent. He was the most beautiful creature you’d ever laid eyes on, and that was a fact now.

“Thank you…” you managed to breathe, holding your stomach. “You saved my life.”

“Nonsense,” he said with a wave of his hand. “But I have to tell you I haven’t been very honest with you.”

His statement took you by surprise, and your hand instinctively clutched your heart.

“Neither have I,” you finally replied, not taking your eyes off of him for fear he’d vanish again.

“That’s what I feared. Will you come with me, to a safe place that we can talk? I’d like to get you looked at by a friend, to be sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, I—-“

“Non-negotiable I’m afraid,” he interrupted, and you didn’t argue. “Please, come with me?”

He asked as a question, although you knew it wasn’t one.

You looked at his hand as he extended it to you, your face clearly reading that of the biggest skeptic. Your heart was screaming “Go!” but your brain was screaming “Don’t!”

“I promise, I won’t hurt you,” he assured you. “I would never dream of hurting you, Y/N.”

You placed your hand in his, your eyes never leaving the smile he wore just for you. As your fingers wrapped into his own, your world lurched forward, as he flew you to your new destination.

It felt like a few minutes, but might have been much longer. Thor’s free hand was used to wrap around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible to keep you safe.

The eventual landing was rough, and your world spun for a while as you clutched the floor on all fours. To your surprise, you felt the same fingers that were wrapped in yours moments before, rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

“Good God, Thor,” another soft voice said somewhere around you. “Why did you fly her here? You could’ve just had Tony’s guys pick her up?”

“She had been through enough with strangers, Banner,” Thor said quietly. “I wanted her to be with me. I almost lost her today.”

“Okay, okay,” Banner said, shaking his head. “Lets help her up at least, huh?” Two strong hands looped under each of your arms and pulled you up. You were dizzy.

“Are you okay?” Thor asked you, taking your face in his hands. You nodded, unable to form words. Banner was snapping his fingers in your face, his own  covered in worry. “Can I get you anything?”

Suddenly, another man appeared behind Thor and you immediately spaced out on his all too familiar face.

“Hello, Y/N?” he extended a hand between you and Thor. “My name is Tony Stark. I wanted to personally welcome you to Stark Tower.”

You didn’t take his hand, and instead saw Thor’s intense face of concern, as you passed out in his arms.

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