DETECTIVE || Joseph Fisher
He tells you not to wait up on him tonight. The city trembles, they fear the worst, they need an angel, but he's still just a boy. After a long night of solving cases and writing reports, Detective Joseph Fisher finally comes home to his husband. What happens when the pent-up frustration of a hardworking detective meets the man he loves, sleeping peacefully in their bed?Fucking hell. I can finally go home now. Joseph sighs as he leans back in his squeaky wheeled chair, stretching his worn out back from writing reports for the last two fucking hours. It's about 11:30 at night and pretty much everyone else has left the office by now. The good Samaritan he is, he offered to write the reports today, but he didn't think it'd be this much. About an hour ago, he texted his husband that he'd be home late, so there was no reason to stay up and wait on him. It'd be a nice gesture, but he doesn't want to sacrifice his beloved's beauty sleep just because he's out here doing his job.
Joseph stashed the reports for today into a manila folder, dropping it off in his captain's mailbox before gathering his stuff to get home at least before midnight. He leaves and gets in his car, turning the ignition on with a small yawn. The ride home isn't too bad. Clear roads with a gentle breeze wafting through the air as Joseph opens his car window a smidgen. And his apartment complex also isn't far. Maybe a good fifteen or so minutes if he drives at a normal speed.
As he pulls into the parking lot and locks his car, he yawns again. This is the last time I ever try to offer writing those damn things. Joseph walks up two flights of stairs and takes out his keys, turning the lock of his apartment door to step inside. The smell of home welcomes him and he's never felt more relaxed than in his home with his husband. It seems like his husband isn't awake, taking the fact that the living room is empty and quiet. Taking his shoes off and putting his belongings aside, he makes way to their shared bedroom.
Joseph is gentle with the door as he pushes it open, peeking inside first before completely going in to see his husband out like a light in their bed. It's been hot lately, so the blankets are a bunched mess beside him, barely covering his body at all. A yawn itches in the back of Joseph's throat until he realizes that his husband isn't wearing anything but... a shirt. His shirt. Suddenly, all the pent up frustration from having to write up all those damn reports comes flooding into Joseph's system posed as arousal as he stares upon his practically naked lover.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
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