Do not, I mean it, Do not imagine your OTP in the kitchen cooking breakfast together, one standing at the stove as the other is hugging them from behind, resting their heads on the back of their neck and stealing sleepy kisses. I promise this will cause fluffy-cuteness overload and it’s not good for your health.
i’m jo and i’m probably going to miss 99% of neatchats bc i work all the time and when i’m not doing that i’m sleeping k so
i’m going to be doing a french max irons who probably smokes cigarettes end to end and he’s a male model and he just lives life as it comes at him which means he’s THE WORST for making plans (do not ask u will not get) but gr8 if you wanna visit his grandmother in switzerland at random one day
lots of alcohol. lots of tequila during a game of truth and dare that had nothing to do with kissing each other as the dare.
crosby without a doubt but lbr they’re both flirty and obsessed with each other and flirting with each other.
uh it started with sex in miami and then progressed from there and then kind of became a real thing sort of. there’s no ~real~ relationship.
again, kind of a grey area that happened. greer kind of start living at crosby’s bc it was better than being at home when he was at home alone. and then it sort of became ‘well you should just move in’ and why would they need to move out, crosby lives in a mansion.
eventually yes. once greer is happy with her career choice, crosby proposes to her on the beach where they first kisses/took it there - casually too - nothing big, just kind of walking along the beach hand in hand and he’s like ‘so let’s go there again’
they have one gorgeous light of their life child that they can’t live without and changes them for the best and they’re better off with having their child.
crosby’s dog stiles becomes their dog. stiles likes greer more than he likes crosby.
no. they’re that annoying lovey-dovey couple in every situation.
crosby is big, greer little.
constantly tangled up in each other, constantly touching in sleep, crosby goes to bed much earlier than greer in the beginning and then he starts waiting up for her bc he can’t sleep without her.
cuddling and kisses
sex? i mean like really they like having sex with each other.
everyday if they can.
here’s the thing - nothing really bothers them about each other.
occasionally about stupid shit.
who does the dishes, who forgot to let the dog out - really dumb shit. nothing huge.
it’s impossible to use all the hot water when you shower together.
no one. crosby has had housekeepers since he was born.
i feel like they have the tv but never watch and maybe occasionally but if they’re on the couch together, they’re into looking at each other
it’s crosby’s (parents) house and southern california. put on a sweater if you’re that cold.
????????? it’s the 21st century. answer your damn phone yourself.
probably greer because crosby has greer and he’s good.
crosby. definitely crosby. he’s the guy who will surprise you with flowers because it’s been six months since you guys kissed.
they go together, much more fun.
crosby - he’s obsessed with cooking.
greer. so much greer.
newspapers, books, pens, legal pads, they’re both business people who probably work from home always.
clean, organize - housekeeper.
organized but crammed.
call, text, instagram each other and facetime, crosby sleeps in the shirt that smells like her and uses her shampoo, she sleeps with his pillow since crosby travels for work.
not really, since they’re both blessed with unique names.
"my boyfriend/girlfriend, wife/husband, etc"
it’s probably a tie, they’re extremely independent.
not often - conflicting schedules - but they make a point to have at least one night dedicated to each other.
pre baby, at home, crosby making dinner and then hanging around the house, post baby is going out and doing something fun.
vacations. lots of vacations.
probably with crosby’s family but maybe the occasional hadley family thing. and then a lot of them alone for holidays.
cry. a lot. general panic and stress.
crosby makes greer’s lunch, greer brings crosby coffee. most often.
i’d say so
they definitely see each other enough.
uh yes? they were friends before.
crosby makes the coffee, he wakes greer up, crosby takes a shower and then greer follows him and then he gets dresses and he kisses her good-bye bc he has leave early.
sex. always sex.
ok but ask yourself this about your otp
- which one hogs the blanket
- which one cuts the other’s hair
- which one makes coffee for the other every morning
- which one picks up the pizza
- which one likes their music on full volume
- which one complains about the crumbs on the bed
- which one is ticklish
- which one sings and which one plays the music
- which one proposes
She’s leaning against his stomach, her dark hair spread out around her hair like a halo, one of his stroking the back of her head absently. They’re quiet and silent, the sun barely rising in the sky around them. Maybe if Miami had never been a thing, Greer would never made it here - the invasion of his every waking moment - but Crosby would have been lonely still, he would never know this. They don’t say anything, just his hand brushing against her head, through her hair, eyes drifting from awake and asleep and he has nothing to say to her, knowing that they’re meant to be jut like this, they’re supposed to be quiet and watching the sunrise from his bed on the second floor. She sits up, coming up to meet him face to face - their eyes meet when she reaches his face and his hands wrap around her waist, fingers running down her spine. They haven’t said anything, there’s nothing to say really - just the quiet of two people. Crosby hasn’t said it, he hasn’t admitted to anyone except himself that he’s in love with her, he’s in love with her completely. Six months goes by so quickly and she’s invaded part of his life now - she brings him coffee at work, she’s home when he’s home, she kisses him good -bye before work - he can’t imagine a life with Greer Hadley. She leans against his chest, her hips pressed against his.
“I need you,” he whispers, “I don’t know how you did it, you made me need you.”
She smiles at him, kissing him, “You want me, you don’t need me,” she tells him, poking his chest.
He kisses her the way, like her mouth is the air that he needs to breathe, like it’s been years since they’ve kissed and she feels it, right down to her toes, like she’s the thing keep him strapped to Earth.
“I need you,” he repeats and this time, she believes him.
michael hated school but andrew went to college - he did well in communications, statistics, american history (he had a hot professor), physical education (duh), spanish (again hot professor)
both michael and andrew are great at handling crowds of people, michael is a little more introverted than most people perceive him to be - but andrew - andrew invented the word extrovert, it’s kind of disgusting.
neither men is really a follower and staying on the sidelines isn’t really their style. andrew lives for the signal calling, for the “i put the team on my back” lifestyle he currently lives. andrew is the guy standing up at team meetings and getting the team ready to go for a tough week on the road or organizing his motley crue of children to do literally anything, andrew is actually horrifically ingrained with the need to lead that if you don’t follow him, you’ll fall behind.
michael is a fighter - pin his back to the wall and he’ll come back ten times harder - it’s no surprise given his hard past but he’s overcome so much to have a normal life.
michael would more than likely have his father murdered in prison. that sounds horrible - but that man did so much to his life and set him up for such a tough situation to grow up in that he’d rather him just be dead. (and andrew murdering anyone is way out of the realm of possibilities - he has no serious enemies, just friendly ones that he dislikes in the uniform and then goes to dinner with them)
andrew wants a do-over for jack so that he’s actually jaime’s, he’d wish that sophia was jaime’s too and then finally, he’d wish for another super bowl ring tbh
the quickest way to michael’s heart is beer, the red sox and chinese food, i mean seriously. michael prefers romance and affection in a balance, he’d like to be romantic and affectionate harmony.
have you met andrew jw bc he like rips apart lingerie and like takes his game winning jerseys home so he can give them to his girlfriend so she can put them and have sex in them and has to have sex before EVERY game and he just like needs sex in such a way that almost no one understands how he ever gets anything done but like the weirdest thing he ever does is like maybe a little tying up but lbr he doesn’t really have time for kinks or underwear or condoms
andrew has to sleep for like 10 hours a day like it has to be a THING he can’t not sleep and him not getting ten hours a day means he’s gonna suck and just LET HIM GET SOME SLEEP MAN
andrew lives in a house with four children, a wife, pets and in new york city/los angeles. what is silence is that a thing that EXISTS??? yeah andrew does well in noisy ass situations and when it’s quiet he knows something is up.
michael is eating general tso’s chicken for the next of forever thank you