okay but waking up in the middle of the night to soft rain and knowing you’ve got hours to sleep, when you’re toasty warm and comfortable and sleep has made you forget all your worries and you go back to sleep feeling as content as ever.
dni if you played sports in high school, enjoy lacrosse, consider drake one of your favorite artists, use the term “crackhead” to describe yourself, hate taylor swift whenever the internet tells you to, actually think noah centi mayo is hot, don’t have a mental illness, have married parents, are an accounting or business major, hate country music but only listen to male artists, don’t know what the ratatousical is, or don’t like melodrama (2017).
Gibbs can’t help but smirk at your naive question. For a moment, his eyes break away from the case files to look up and around his little metal box. He was used to the cramped space, of course - Navy vessels never really afforded much space. Especially for federal agents.
His attention falls back down to the papers, tucking his cell phone closer to his ear. “You know the guest bathroom I got back home?” He asks.
i just want to say that while ruth bader ginsburg dying six weeks before the election is a nightmare and everything we all wished wouldn’t happen, rbg put up a herculean fight. for us. she pushed herself the way no human should, all to protect us, and i admire that. rest easy, ms ginsburg. we honor you. you did all that you could. we can’t ever ask or expect for more. and we won’t forget.
here’s a secret. this is my blog. personally i don’t really care about the notes anymore or how many followers i have, so if you don’t like it, i adamantly encourage you to leave. it takes about 3 clicks. also, i don’t really want you here if you support a president who directly opposes my existence. this doesn’t just go for this specific person. don’t let the door hit you on the way out 🥰
summary: reader helps dwayne when he can’t help himself.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD i’m not sure if it’s imagine worthy but just like!! dwayne hurting his shoulder/arm and yk that man insists on working but the problem is he gets scruffy! so he asks you to shave for him and he’s flustered because he should be able to do it himself but!! he’s hurt 🥺🥺 so you sit on the counter in the bathroom and he stands between ur legs and you shave his scruff off for him 🥺🥺 i’m way too soft rn
“Sorry,” he grumbles out. His head moves, and you pull away with a sigh. “Damn sling’s diggin’ into my skin.”
With a cross huff, Dwayne twists his head around to maneuver his sling. Trying to make it more comfortable but wincing in the process. You’d think after an entire week of wearing the sling and trying to adjust to a wrenched shoulder, he’d be a little better at favoring it.
For some reason, just as soon as you were able to push Dwayne up against the door of his apartment and kissed him hard, he was smiling. Even laughing - you heard the deep chuckles. Felt them underneath your hands, which were pressed against his chest to keep Dwayne where he is.
You were kissing him, and the fucker was laughing. He hadn’t even had that much to drink tonight; just a couple beers, like normal. So, with a cross huff, you pull away and narrow your eyes up at him. Dwayne’s smiling, eyes twinkling as he watches your frown. “Why are you laughing?” You ask him bluntly.
For Bishop, her getaway was by the snack machines. Gibbs had the roof. Nick probably had the gym or something; you didn’t really know where he went to decompress. But for you, it’s always been Jack’s office. It’s quiet and out of the way - feels like a little corner of the world where time doesn’t affect anything and you can hide away for a little while.
Sometimes Jack is there with you, working on her own thing while you work on yours. Other times, it’s just you. Fortunately, it was one of those days where she stuck around. Sat at her desk and gave you the ambience of her typing and breathing and just being there with you.
You’re lounged back on her little sofa, rereading the same report over and over again. Taking a break from staring at crime scene photos. But eventually, even the words on the report start to swim and you have to put it down to rub your eyes.