#c: mister gibbs

[hewayasin]

R&Cs: The Space Program

R&Cs: The Space Program

I have no clue how I missed it. A Tribe Called Quest’s final video(for “The Space Program”) off their final album, 2006’s We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service, has been out for a few months now and I just found out 🙈. It’s a fitting tribute to the late Phife Dawg and I can’t find a better song to anchor this playlist. I am confident you will enjoy this as much as I did putting it…

[johnnydamn]

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part ii

@anycsirp @kittenlittle24 @pillowjj @buckysjuicyplums @risadelrey @mindfreakswaggy @iamscharene

That night, Jack lay in his bed, wondering if he had taken it a bit too far this time, and the thought of apologising crossed his mind.. But why should he be the one apologising? After all, you were the one who wouldn’t leave him alone.

It was highly unlikely that you had heeded his words, you had never done so before, what would be different this time?

Give it till morning, he thought, it’ll be like nothing happened. (y/n) always comes back.

And he couldn’t have been more wrong.

The next morning, Jack came down to the crew having breakfast, and the first thing his eyes searched for, was you. You were sitting with Will and Elizabeth, and he watched as you threw your head back and laughted at something they had said.

He waited for you to notice him, and hear that cheeful “good morning, captain!” but you didn’t even look at him.

Why was he thinking like this? He didn’t want your attention, as he made it explicitly clear to you, last night.

So, why was he upset that he didn’t get a simple “good morning”?

It had been a week, a week that felt like eternity, for Jack. (y/n) wouldn’t come near him, unless it was necessary. (y/n) wouldn’t speak to him, unless it was necessary - the only words he heard from her now were “yes, sir.”

But isn’t that what he wanted?

He saw you, one night, staring up at the moonlit sky, you looked so beautiful.

He appeared next to you, and you didn’t even notice, until he slightly nudged you with a glass bottle, silently asking you to take it.

You looked over at him, and shook your head. He gave you a short smile, and set the bottle down.

“i’m sorry sir, i should get going.”

“no. no, you can stay. it’s okay.”

For once, his voice was gentle, kind; though, it may just be another one of those things your mind had made up for you to believe.

“we dock at tortuga in a couple hours, captain. i have a few things i have to tend to, whilst there, so i should really get some sleep in.” Your eyes were cast down, never meeting his.

In his mind, he was begging you to look at him, he wanted to see those beautiful (e/c) eyes staring into his, “ah, well, have a good night then (y/n)..”

“are you sure about this (y/n)?” Elizabeth asked,

“you know you don’t have to do this, the rest of the crew loves you. you can’t just leave because of jack.” Will added on.

You sighed “i know.. but jack’s the captain, it would be different if it was somebody part of the crew. i don’t think i can stay when he hates my guts. i feel as if this would be the best thing, for both jack and i..” Leaving was the only thing you could do, you couldn’t live on a ship with him, especially after what he said to you. Those words hit you hard.

You looked over at Lizzie and pulled her into a tight hug, “i’m gonna miss you two so much.” You felt her arms wrap around you and she said, “you promise, that whenever you’re in tortuga, you’ll look for us?” You smiled at her and nodded, “of course i will! i’ll always be looking for you.”

Jack leaned against the mast, as he tapped his foot, waiting for you to turn up - he would’ve been lying to himself, if he’d said he wasn’t worried. You were never late, you were always one of the first ones to come back to the ship.

Must be with Will and Elizabeth, he thought, trying to reassure himself. So, he waited for them to arrive, hoping you’d be there with them.

“where’s (y/n)?” He asked, voice laced with worry.

Will rest a hand upon his shoulder, “she’s not coming back.” and before Jack could ask anymore questions, Will had already walked past him, trailing after his lover.

“she’s ready to set sail, captain.” Mister Gibbs, announced.

Jack walked up to the wheel, immediately grabbing ahold of a handle with one of his hands, and the other reached into his pocket pulling out his beloved compass,

“what i want most.” he muttered, as he looked down at it.

[bluecarelesswhisper]

TOP 100 FEMALE SOLO SINGERS OF THE '50S AND '60S

Patti Page - All My Love, The Tennessee Waltz, Mockin' Bird Hill, I Went to Your Wedding, The Doggie in the Window, Cross Over the Bridge, Allegheny Moon, Old Cape Cod; Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte

Connie Francis - Who's Sorry Now, My Happiness, Lipstick on Your Collar, Everybody's Somebody's Fool, My Heart Has a Mind of its Own, Where the Boys Are, Don't Break the Heart That Loves You

Brenda Lee - Sweet Nothin's, I'm Sorry, I Want to Be Wanted, Fool #1, Break it to Me Gently, All Alone Am I

Kay Starr - Wheel of Fortune, Side By Side, Changing Partners, If You Love Me (Really Love Me), Rock and Roll Waltz

Doris Day - A Guy is a Guy, Secret Love, If I Give My Heart to You; Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera); Everybody Loves a Lover

Dionne Warwick - Anyone Who Had a Heart, Walk on By, I Say a Little Prayer, (Theme from) Valley of the Dolls, I'll Never Fall in Love Again

Aretha Franklin - I Never Loved a Man (The Way I Love You), Respect, Baby I Love You, Chain of Fools, The House That Jack Built

Teresa Brewer - Music! Music! Music!, Till I Waltz Again With You, Ricochet, A Tear Fell, A Sweet Old Fashioned Girl

Jo Stafford - Shrimp Boats, You Belong to Me, Jambalaya, Keep it a Secret, Make Love to Me!

Rosemary Clooney - Come On-a My House, Half as Much, Botch-A-Me, Hey There, This Ole House

Joni James - Why Don't You Believe Me, Have You Heard, Your Cheatin' Heart; My Love, My Love; How Important Can it Be?

Petula Clark - Downtown, I Know a Place, My Love, This is My Song, Don't Sleep in the Subway

Dinah Washington - I Don't Hurt Anymore, What a Diff'rence a Day Makes, Unforgettable, This Bitter Earth

Mary Wells - The One Who Really Loves You, You Beat Me to the Punch, Two Lovers, My Guy

Georgia Gibbs - Kiss of Fire, Seven Lonely Days, Tweedle Dee, Dance With Me Henry (Wallflower)

Lesley Gore - It's My Party, Judy's Turn to Cry, She's a Fool, You Don't Own Me

Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made For Walkin'; How Does That Grab You, Darlin'?; Sugar Town, Love Eyes

Sarah Vaughan - Make Yourself Comfortable, How Important Can it Be?, Whatever Lola Wants, Broken-Hearted Melody

Dusty Springfield - I Only Want to Be With You, Wishin' and Hopin', You Don't Have to Say You Love Me, Son-Of-A Preacher Man

Ruth Brown - Teardrops From My Eyes, 5-10-15 Hours, (Mama) He Treats Your Daughter Mean, Oh What a Dream

Kitty Wells - It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels, Makin' Believe, Searching (For Someone Like You), Heartbreak U.S.A.

Etta James - The Wallflower, All I Could Do Was Cry, At Last, Tell Mama

LaVern Baker - Tweedlee Dee, Play it Fair, Jim Dandy, I Cried a Tear

Gale Storm - I Hear You Knocking, Teen Age Prayer, Dark Moon

Dinah Shore - My Heart Cries For You, Sweet Violets, Chantz-Chantez

Jaye P. Morgan - That's All I Want From You, Danger! Heartbreak Ahead, The Longest Walk

Eydie Gorme - Mama, Teach Me to Dance; You Need Hands, Blame it on the Bossa Nova

Carla Thomas - Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes), B-A-B-Y, I Like What You're Doing (To Me)

Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight, I Fall to Pieces, Crazy

Peggy Lee - Lover, Fever, Is That All There Is

Dee Dee Sharp - Mashed Potato Time, Gravy (For My Mashed Potatoes), Ride!

Kitty Kallen - Little Things Mean a Lot, In the Chapel in the Moonlight, My Coloring Book

Annette - Tall Paul, O Dio Mio, Pineapple Princess

Cher - All I Really Want to Do, Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down), You Better Sit Down Kids

Barbra Streisand - People, He Touched Me, Second Hand Rose

Linda Scott - I've Told Every Little Star, Don't Bet Money Honey, I Don't Know Why

Connie Smith - Once a Day, Ain't Had No Lovin', The Hurtin's All Over

Barbara Lewis - Hello Stranger, Baby I'm Yours, Make Me Your Baby

Anita Bryant - Till There Was You, Paper Roses, In My Little Corner of the World

Skeeter Davis - My Last Date (With You), The End of the World, I Can't Stay Mad at You

Sue Thompson - Sad Movies (Make Me Cry), Norman, Paper Tiger

Della Reese - And That Reminds Me, Don't You Know, Not One Minute More

Loretta Lynn - Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' on Your Mind), Fist City, Woman of the World (Leave My World Alone)

Betty Everett - You're No Good, The Shoop Shoop Song, There Comes a Time

Jackie DeShannon - What the World Needs Now is Love, Put a Little Love in Your Heart, Love Will Find a Way

Timi Yuro - Hurt, What's a Matter Baby, Make the World Go Away

Debbie Reynolds - Tammy, A Very Special Love, Am I That Easy to Forget

Gogi Grant - Suddenly There's a Valley, Who Are We, The Wayward Wind

Maxine Brown - All in My Mind, Funny, Oh No Not My Baby

Betty Johnson - I Dreamed, Little White Lies, The Little Blue Man

Jean Shepard - A Satisfied Mind, Beautiful Lies, Second Fiddle (To An Old Guitar)

Shirley Ellis - The Nitty Gitty, The Name Game, The Clapping Song

Little Eva - The Loco-Motion, Keep Your Hands Off My Baby, Let's Turkey Trot

Vera Lynn - Auf Wiederseh'n Sweetheart, Yours, If You Love Me (Really Love Me)

Eartha Kitt - C'est Si Bon, Santa Baby, Somebody Bad Stole De Wedding Bell

Lulu - To Sir With Love, Best of Both Worlds, Morning Dew

June Valli - Crying in the Chapel, I Understand, Apple Green

Connie Stevens - Sixteen Reasons, Why'd You Wanna Make Me Cry, Mr. Songwriter

Jane Morgan - Fascination, The Day the Rains Came, With Open Arms

Nancy Wilson - (You Don't Know) How Glad I Am, I Wanna Be With You; Face it Girl, it's Over

Esther Phillips - Release Me, And I Love Him, When a Woman Loves a Man

Vikki Carr - It Must Be Him, The Lesson, With Pen in Hand

Little Peggy March - I Will Follow Him, I Wish I Were a Princess; Hello Heartache, Goodbye Love

Mindy Carson - Candy and Cake, My Foolish Heart, Wake the Town and Tell the People

Sandy Posey - Born a Woman, Single Girl, I Take it Back

Bobbie Gentry - Ode to Billie Joe, Fancy

Brenda Holloway - Every Little Bit Hurts, When I'm Gone

Eileen Rodgers - Miracle of Love, Treasure of Your Love

Barbara Lynn - You'll Lose a Good Thing, Second Fiddle Girl

Dottie West - Here Comes My Baby, Would You Hold it Against Me

Baby Washington - That's How Heartaches Are Made, Only Those in Love

Kathy Linden - Billy; Goodbye Jimmy, Goodbye

Cathy Carr - Ivory Tower, First Anniversary

Fontella Bass - Rescue Me, Recovery

Barbara Mason - Yes, I'm Ready; Sad, Sad Girl

Marianne Faithfull - As Tears Go By, Summer Nights

Shelley Fabares - Johnny Angel, Johnny Loves Me

Wanda Jackson - Let's Have a Party, In the Middle of a Heartache

Tammy Wynette - D-I-V-O-R-C-E, Stand By Your Man

Mama Cass - Dream a Little Dream of Me, It's Getting Better

Faye Adams - Shake a Hand, Hurts Me to My Heart

Jill Corey - I Love My Baby, Love Me to Pieces

Dodie Stevens - Pink Shoe Laces, No

Bettye Swann - Make Me Yours, Don't Touch Me

Jan Howard - Evil on Your Mind, Bad Seed

Nina Simone - I Loves You, Porgy; Ain't Got No; I Got Life

Norma Jean - Go Cat Go, I Wouldn't Buy a Used Car From Him

Miss Toni Fisher - The Big Hurt, West of the Wall

Damita Jo - I'll Be There, If You Go Away

Patty Duke - Don't Just Stand There, Say Something Funny

Bonnie Guitar - Dark Moon, Mister Fire Eyes

Gloria Lynne - I Wish You Love, Watermelon Man

Jody Miller - Queen of the House, Home of the Brave

Gisele MacKenzie - Hard to Get, The Star You Wished Upon Last Night

Betty Madigan - Joey, Dance Everyone Dance

Ketty Lester - Love Letters, But Not For Me

Barbara George - I Know (You Don't Love Me No More), You Talk About Love

Joanie Sommers - One Boy, Johnny Get Angry

Irma Thomas - Don't Mess With My Man, Wish Someone Would Care

Diane Renay - Navy Blue, Kiss Me Sailor

[obdurare-archive-blog]

I accuse you of wrongfully trying to hang a man

guilty/not guilty - accuse hector of crimes : accepting : @the-mister-gibbs

Not guilty.Hanging a pirate for piracy isn't something that can be called wrongfull.

[multifandomwriter]

Coming Home (Nicholas Torres x (y/n) (l/n))

(y/n) missed him. God, she missed him. So, so much. With Nick being in Afghanistan, she felt lonely. Really lonely. The phone calls were good. Until he barely got to talk to her. She then depended on texts. But those went to crap soon after. McGee tried to cheer her up, but couldn’t. Even Clayton, her best friend, had attempted but failed. Nick had gone away before, but not for six months. Six very long and draining months. So when the day came that marked him coming home, she was ecstatic.

(y/n) got up at four and called Clayton, who was surprisingly already on his way to her house. He arrived a few minutes later with coffee.

“Aww, thanks Clay. You da best!” she hugged Reeves, who smiled.

“I know what to get for my bestie. Even if getting this risked waking up Ellie,” he said, which made (y/n) giggle. The girl led him into the kitchen where she had all her craft stuff out. Posters, tape, markers, crayons. You name it, (y/n) had it.

“Wow, going all out for him, aren’t ya love?” Clayton laughed when she hit him.

“Yes. He’s been gone for six months and I’ve missed him,” she pouted as she sat. “I need his love.” (y/n) winced at her childlike voice. She sounded so… needy. Apparently, Reeves saw this look and sighed, sitting down next to her.

“I get it. Whenever I’m gone, I miss Bishop,” Clayton said. “I felt very needy as well.” (y/n) looked up at him with a small smile.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes!!” he exclaimed, which made (y/n) laugh. “I then learned that Ellie had the same feeling of neediness and we both cheered each other up.”

“That’s sweet,” (y/n) said.

“Yeah! What’s even sweeter is you opening the door for me!” Bishop’s playful voice sounded from the other side of (y/n)’s door. The (h/c) quickly popped up from her seat and ran to the door.

“I’m so sorry,” (y/n) said. “If I’d known you were there, I would’ve opened the door in a jiffy.”

“You’re not the one that should be apologizing. Mr. Leaves-and-doesn’t-give-me-a-kiss-good-bye should,” Ellie huffed.

“I’m sorry!” Clayton gave Bishop a hug, which she gladly accepted.

“Alright. Let’s get these signs started!” (y/n) said, bouncing back to her seat. As they did just that, (y/n) looked over to the couple, who were pushing each other and helping. She frowned. But then smiled again. Nick would be coming home. He would be home.

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Around ten o’clock, the three musketeers were at the air force airport, soon to be joined by the rest of the team.

“Where are they?” (y/n) whined.

“Stop being impatient,” Abby walked around the corner with Deliah and McGee, who held a sign.

“Sorry…” (y/n) murmured.

“No, you shouldn’t be. I mean, come on. You’re seeing your Latino lover,” Quinn said from behind.

“Dear lord, please don’t call Nick that,” Vance emerged with Gibbs, who was snickering.

“I think it’s quite cute,” Ducky said, Palmer by his side.

“Alright, everyone here? Can we go before (y/n) explodes from excitement?” Ellie teased.

“Shut up…” (y/n) blushed. “Vamos!”

“Someone has really been missing Nick,” McGee said. (y/n) rolled her eyes and started walking, everyone soon following suit. They headed outside, the cold wind quickly meeting everyone’s face as they walked forward. The team stopped at a bright line that signaled them to. So, they sat and waited. And waited. And waited.

It was a good 20 minutes before they heard a plane land and park in front of the team. (y/n) was the first one to stand. She bounced on both feet as she waited for Nick to exit. A minute or so passed before she saw the stairs roll up to the side and the door open. (y/n) saw the pilot and co-pilot go first. Then the air attendants. Finally, she saw Torres’ form walk down the stairwell with his carryon backpack.

She waited for the all clear for her to go, which they gave about twenty seconds afterwards. Nick was about one quarter of the way when they met eyes as she ran toward him. He started to walk faster, a small smile tugging on his lips as they got closer. He dropped his bag and opened his arms which she gladly jumped into his arms. He twirled her and she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his torso.

“Hey,” he whispered, taking in her fruity smell, all the while (y/n) giggled when his scruff tickled her cheek.

“Hi,” she smiled as they separated. (y/n) took a moment to take his features in. The chocolate brown eyes she’d missed were there. His smile was there. His hair was still the way she liked it, slightly curly and long. His scruff wasn’t really scruff anymore. It was a small beard, which she adored. Leaning in, she kissed him, long and hard, as did he.

Parting, he sighed, setting her down. She grabbed some of his bag, slinging it around his shoulder. After a moment, he took a hold of his hand and squeezed in as they walked.

“God, do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he said, sounding like a small squeal.

“Espero que sea mucho porque si no fuera así, tendríamos problemas importantes, señor (I'm hoping it's a lot because if it wasn't, we'd be having major issues, mister),” she said, which he looked at her with wide eyes.

“¿Aprendiste español (You learned Spanish)?” Nick asked, (y/n) loving his accent even more.

“Si!” she exclaimed.

“I love you,” Nick said.

“Te amo (I love you),” (y/n) said, which Nick chuckled.

“Dear lord, the power couple is back,” Clayton patted the man on the back.

“Why the urgency of me needing to come back?” Nick chuckled.

“This one over here has been moping and not doing her job,” Gibbs snickered, giving him a hug. “I’d appreciate it if, next time, you let her go with him, Vance.”

“Note taken,” Vance said. Nick looked over to his lover who was blushing and laughed. As Nick made his way around with open arms, (y/n) walked over to Quinn, who was smiling at the girl.

“You happy?” Quinn asked, bumping her shoulder. (y/n) smiled even wider, looking at the woman.

“Yeah, I really am,” (y/n) laughed as she saw Clayton bring Nick in for a huge hug. After a few minutes, Nick came strolling back to (y/n), Quinn bumping her one last time before leaving the two be.

“Hi,” (y/n) whispered, taking him in her small arms. Nick smiled as he started to sway them back and forth. “Wanna go home?”

“Please,” Nick said, sounding like a whine. The girl laughed and took his hand.

“Well, let’s go get your bags and go home. I bet you need a massage from sleeping on a bedrock cot,” (y/n) said, in which Nick responded with a small sigh of relief.

“Okay,” Nick said. “Let’s go.”

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“Home sweet home!” Nick exclaimed excitedly, flopping on the bed. (y/n) laughed from the doorway as he stayed there. Torres flipped over, scooting up on the bed to put his hands behind his head. “This bed feels so much better than a cot.”

“I bet,” (y/n) said, walking over to the bed and flopping down next to him. The man looked at his lover and smiled, wrapping his arms around the girl and pulling her closer. They were face to face at this point, forehead to forehead. “Well, hello handsome. You look good.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Nick smirked. And in return, he got a slap to the shoulder.

“Wow…” (y/n) scoffed at him playfully. She stood and left, hearing a whine of objection.

“No, come back,” Nick said.

“Nope,” (y/n) said, swaying her hips a bit more than usual as she moved to the kitchen. She heard the bed creak as Nick got up and his footsteps coming closer and closer to her. (y/n) felt two arms slip around her, picking her up and taking her to the bedroom to drop her on the soft mattress.

He flopped on top of her, a groan coming from (y/n). Nick snuggled her, (y/n) finally giving in. They laid there for a couple minutes, soon the soft snores from Torres filling the room like a comforting lullaby for (y/n). She smiled, slowly sitting up and laying the tired man down. She got blankets and tucked him in as well as giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. (y/n) walked out to the kitchen, deciding that she was gonna make some lunch. For her and Nick, knowing he’d be awake soon enough.

She made two PB&J sandwiches with some cut up vegetables on the side and soda. As if she had called him, Nick made his way into the space, sitting at the counter.

“Good morning sleepy head,” she smiled as she fixed the plates, not facing him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better if you were still cuddling me,” Nick pouted, crossing his arms in a very childlike way.

“Now you see how I feel when you go to the gym in the mornings,” (y/n) raised an eyebrow to herself.

“Yeah yeah. Whatcha making?” he asked.

“PB&J sandwiches and some veggies,” she smiled facing him. “With a soda.” She took a moment to scan his features for the second time that day. His hair was disheveled, a lazy smile painted on his face, and his skin glistening from the sunlight. It made (y/n) feel like she was home.

“Like what you see, chica?” Torres winked, causing you to blush while giving him his plate.

“I just… missed seeing you in the mornings is all,” (y/n) smiled as she sat. A few moments later, tears started to fill her eyes. With all but one sniffle coming out, Torres turned.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, lacing his hand with hers. She turned to look at him and that’s when all of the water came down like a waterfall.

“I didn’t w-want you to get h-hurt. I needed y-you to come home s-safe, but I-I didn’t want to bother y-you on your trip with my n-needs,” she cried as he stood her up and he did the same, engulfing her in a hug.

“Look at me,” he said. Yet, (y/n) didn’t. This was the one thing she didn’t want to do on his first day back. “Look at me,” he said again. And she did. “Where are we right now?”

“Our house,” she whispered.

“Mhmm, now what are we doing?”

“Hugging?”

“Correct. My point is that I’m here with you, in your arms, which is the safest place I’ve ever felt,” Nick said. “And the thing with your needs, you should’ve called me.”

“I know but, I didn’t want to bother you,” (y/n) said. Nick sighed, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the couch.

“You wanna know how many times I annoyed my team about you? Talking about you?” he laughed.

“No, you're just trying to make me feel better,” (y/n) started to stand, but the Latino pulled her back down on his chest.

“You don’t believe me?,” Nick pouted once again. (y/n) sighed, giving him a kiss on the lips once again.

“I’m going to go take a shower. You relax and watch T.V.,” (y/n) walked out.

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(y/n) had put on some pajamas and was about to walk in when she heard Nick talking to someone.

“Yo yo, homie. What are you up to?” the man said.

“Good good,” Nick smiled. “Is everyone from our team there?”

“Yes sirrrrr,” another guy said.

“Yep. We miss you, dude,” one said.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” one of the men asked.

“You know, the one you’ve been talking about 24/7/365,” another said.

“She’s in the shower,” Nick said, sighing.

“Oh my god, he misses her and she's in the same house,” one of them said, a chorus of laughter following the comment.

“Yeah, I do. I haven’t seen her in six months,” Nick said.

“Six long and draining months,” one said. “Your words, not mine.” (y/n) smiled and walked out, Torres’ attention fully on you.

“Hey, how was your shower?” Nick smiled.

“Good. How’s your call?” (y/n) asked, getting herself and Nick a beer.

“Good-”

“Can we meet her?!” one of the guys said. Nick looked at (y/n) who was laughing.

“You wanna?” he looked at her. She nodded and walked over to the couch and sat next to him, giving him his beer. As she laid her head down on his shoulder, hoots and whistles could be heard. Comments that gave off a flirty vibe were also heard, such as:

“Dang bro…”

“Can I get yo phone number?”

“How’d Torres get someone like that?”

“His accent,” (y/n) answered the last question.

“I can have an accent for you,” a guy faked a british one.

“Already have a best friend that’s a Brit,” (y/n) said.

“You are a cutie…” a guy said. He was a rather fit one. Not to mention handsome. And this caused (y/n) to blush.

“Hey, no flirting!” Nick playfully yelled.

“I think she's enjoying it,” the same guy smirked. (y/n) tried to hide her face but Nick caught a glimpse of it and turned to the screen. (y/n) quickly got up and ran to the bedroom and slipped under the bed.

“I’m gonna call you guys later,” she heard Nick say, the smile being heard through his voice. She heard the phone hang up and footsteps following after. (y/n) felt the bed dip, a yawn soon after. Was he going to bed? She waited a good five minutes before getting out.

(y/n) looked at the man who was peacefully “sleeping”. So, she crawled right next to him and cuddled him. Not even a few moments later, Nick started to poke (y/n) in her ticklish spots. And soon after, he started to fully tickle her.

“Nick s-stop!” she squealed. He stopped for a moment, before continuing. “Stop or I won’t give you any kisses!” He hesitated but still did it. This went on for a good five minutes until he leaned in for a kiss. But, she didn’t even try to kiss him back.

“Oi, give me a kiss!” he moved in again, but she didn’t.

“What did I say?” she said stubbornly as she tied to stand, but was pulled back down by him.

“Oh no no no, you don’t,” he smiled, grabbing her by the waist and pulled her in close, his minty breath with a hint of alcohol hitting her face. She smiled, putting her legs around him and pulling him closer. “Now, give me a kiss.” She followed the order and took the back of his head and smashed their lips together.

(y/n) was the one to break apart, taking a breath and going back in. Another minute passed and they separated again, now looking into each other's eyes.

“That was a great kiss,” Nick laughed, his voice a bit husky. “Was that strawberry lipstick?”

“Mhm,” (y/n) smiled when he smirked. She loved his smirk.

“Well then,” Torres moved closer. “What time is it?”

(y/n) looked at her phone, “5:30pm. Why?”

“We have the whole night to cuddle,” Torres showed her his puppy eyes. “Wanna watch a RomCom?”

“You know I do!” (y/n) stood, dragging him off the bed. And for the rest of that night, the couple was huddled close to each other, occasional glances and kisses exchanged. After all, not only did (y/n) miss him. Nick missed her.