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#its missing joenicky hours
wickedpact · 3 years
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i saw this post last night at like 2am and its been living in my head rent free for the past 8 hours re: modern au joenicky breakups
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joe, crying: neeb snuggles
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yusuf al kaysani, who once took a shower with a spider hanging out on the ceiling the whole time bc 'spiders are just bros': nicky i need you to come to my apartment Right Now,,,,,
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nickycorrrrrre babeeeeyyyyy
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i dont think joe would be this petty on his own, but after booker, KING of bad relationship advice, gets a couple drinks into joe hes like 'you know nicky is way too nice for his own good, and his taste in men is terrible-' and joe's like 'YEAH he is way too nic-- wait his taste in men is what'
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nicolo 'if you touch my purple rain CD ill claw your eyes out' di genova and yusuf 'doesnt give a fuck abt the CD but isnt above pulling pigtails bc he misses nicky 🥺' al kaysani play a drinking game
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nurse!nicky on the end of his 12hr shift drives home to joe's apartment instead of his, flops into joe's bed and immediately falls asleep without remembering once that they broke up. joe doesnt wake up at all through this and in the morning theyre both confused
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serial hoodie stealer nicky makes a mistake
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rafael-silva · 3 years
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boneeeeeeees. 24: sneaking up behind them and surprising them kisses <3
emma my darling! thank you for the prompt and I really really hope you enjoy this! 
joenicky + #24. sneaking up behind them and surprising them kisses | from this prompt list
fluff, domestic fluff, domesticity, softness, comfort, SOFT
From the moment they woke up, tangled together, noses brushing against each other and eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep, it was officially decided the day which lies ahead, is a lazy one to be spent in. A much needed lazy day spent in. And by both Joe and Nicky’s definitions of “in”, it meant the day was going to be spent in bed, lying side by side, talking and not talking, expressing and conversing with their eyes, staring into each other’s beautiful souls through brown and green gates shimmering with silver and light.
It meant soft caresses of light feathered touches across expanses of solid skin with gentle fingertips, drawing random shapes and figures. Tickling here and there. It meant reminiscing, it meant reassuring when a particularly painful memories would resurface. It also meant laughing in unison at a hundred year joke.
They’d nap, together and individually, so close to each other they’re practically one body. Entirely one. One in so many ways. One of soul. One of heart. One of love.  
Sometimes Joe would sketch while Nicky naps, Nicky reads while Joe naps.
Nicky was currently asleep with his head resting on Joe’s bare chest, his arms wrapped around his husband’s waist while Joe gently cards his fingers through Nicky’s soft hair. It’s a gesture that’s been proven over years and years to calm Nicky, to allow him to let go, knowing he’s secure in Joe’s loving arms. Knowing they would both lay down their lives before allowing any hurt to come to the other. It’s a rooted in a simple yet deep act of fingers woven through hair.
On instinct, Nicky nuzzles his face further into the crook of Joe’s neck, taking in a deep breath that is all Joe.
It brings a smile to Joe’s face, he pauses, his eyes moving over Nicky’s face, and Joe just watches him. He has every part of Nicky’s face memorized, tucked safely and soundly in his mind, in all its natural and raw beauty. Joe can’t tear his eyes away. In every sense and meaning of these words, Nicky truly takes Joe’s breath away.
When Joe does look away, minutes or hours later—he doesn’t keep track—he immediately realizes that lunch time is quickly approaching. And by the grumble that echoes originating from his own stomach, yeah, he’s definitely hungry. And he knows Nicky must be hungry, too.
With practiced ease and a centuries-old method, Joe manages to untangle Nicky from him without waking up his husband. Another smile tugs on Joe’s face as he catches Nicky cuddling into Joe’s pillow.
Joe quietly makes his way into the kitchen, opting to remain shirtless, and begins pulling out the ingredients they need for lunch and starts preparing. He knows Nicky wants to do the actual cooking; cooking has always been one of Nicky’s favorite things to do and Joe’s was to watch him work his magic while sitting on the counter next to him, feet dangling, either drinking some juice or eating a fruit. Nicky would often give Joe’s thigh a playful shove when he isn’t being the most helpful around the kitchen.
Joe’s smile widens at the memories as he continues to dice the vegetables, collecting the chopped pieces in a bowl ready for Nicky to cook.
Joe thought he’d let Nicky sleep some more, knowing that soon enough, he will wake up when he fully realizes Joe’s absence next to him.
That's another thing: they can’t sleep for long without the other next to them. It made missions spent apart quite sleepless for them both.
Joe’s moving around the kitchen twenty minutes later, humming a song in Arabic when he feels a kiss being brushed against his bare shoulder. It is among his favorite surprises kisses he receives from his beloved. His heart swells with love at the contact. Then the kiss is followed by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, then a chin resting where the kiss was planted.
“Amore mio,” Joe whispers. My love.
“Yusuf.”
Joe leans back against Nicky’s chest and covers Nicky’s hands with his own. He takes a deep breath and feels Nicky breathing with him. Moving together. Breathing together.
“Good nap?” Joe asks.
“Yes,” Nicky replies, his voice still husky and deep with sleep. “Until I missed you.”
“Sono qui,” Joe says. I’m here.
“Mi sa.” I know. Nicky peaks over Joe’s shoulder. “I see you’re getting your cooking duties done early.”
Joe chuckles and shrugs. “Thought I’d get a head start while letting you sleep in a little.”
The next kiss Nicky gives Joe is placed on his neck. “Habibi.” My love.
Joe turns and it’s his turn to give Nicky a surprise kiss on his temple. “Habib albi.” My heart’s true love.
Nicky smiles, the sleep hasn’t completely evaporated from his eyes but he’s looking at Joe with so much love and admiration, so much passion and truth, so much vulnerability and trust and Joe can easily and willingly stare into Nicky’s green irises for the rest of his day. And Nicky, into Joe’s brown ones.
The angle is a little awkward, but they make it work, and with more practiced ease of years and years and years, Nicky manages to close the small gap between him and Joe by connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. Joe smiles against Nicky’s mouth, kissing him back and feels Nicky’s smile, too.
It’s not hurried or steamy, it’s tender and soft. It’s comforting. It’s home.
When they pull back, Nicky burrows his cheek against Joe’s back, closing his eyes and tightening his hold on Joe’s waist.
“Are you continuing your nap here, amore mio?” Joe asks with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Nicky replies.
Joe chuckles once more and the vibrations Nicky feels against his chest make him smile in return.
He momentarily lifts his head, brushing a light kiss in between Joe’s shoulder blades before nestling his cheek there again.
Joe continues humming the song.
“I like that song,” Nicky mumbles.
And this? Yeah, this is everything.
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