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It's Complicated: But sexy!

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i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

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[RPF] Andrew/Jesse, H/C-y fluff

Somedays they world is just too much for Jesse to take. All his negativity, all the feelings of self-loathing, inadequacy and anxiety he gets while dealing with people are simply overwhelming, and he just wants to turn off his mind, make everything blank and stop feeling so many things.

Whenever that happens, Andrew is there. He talks with him, gets him to eat normally, makes sure everything's quiet in their flat and just stays in with him on the sofa or the bed, hugging him close, stroking his hair and kissing him and whispering soft words, reminding Jesse again and again how much he loves him, slowly putting him back together.

Just Like The Ocean Needs The Waves, 1/?

Hello everyone, here's the fill I promised I was working on. As always, I am worried that it's way too sappy and whatnot, but whatever, that's for you all to decide. Hope you enjoy.

It only happens every once in a while.

Jesse doesn’t like to make a big fuss over his conditions, or whatever you want to call them. He doesn’t like to call attention to them, he doesn’t like to call attention to himself at all.

It’s the last thing he wants, for everyone to be fawning and worrying over him all the time.

They are part of him, though. Of who he is, even if he doesn’t want them to be. He never denies them, he’s open about it.

He doesn’t know any other way to be.

Anxiety. Depression. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

He still doesn’t really know what any of those words mean. The things that doctors and therapists have told him. They’re just words. All he knows is how he feels inside, what goes on in his head.

He’s lucky. He tries to remind himself as often as he can. Count his blessings, look at the brighter side of his life, and all that. He’s lucky to be considered “successful” by whatever standards exist for his line of work. Standards thought up by other people. He’s lucky to be alive, to be healthy (physically, anyway). He’s lucky to have his apartment, his cats, his standard of living, which is pretty decent. He’s not struggling to pay his rent, he isn’t strapped for cash. He wants for nothing. Or at least that’s the way he should be. He’s lucky.

He’s lucky to have Andrew. He might be more aware of that than he is of anything else.

He’s fortunate to have a partner who understands him, who intuitively knows what he needs and doesn’t need. Andrew knows when to back off, when to come closer, what to say, when to say it. Like they share the same brain.

He needs Andrew more than ever when this happens.

Jesse was never one of those scary depressives. The ones who think about doing terrible things, to themselves, to other people. Who actually do those terrible things. Jesse isn’t that way, he would never. He just gets into moods, sometimes. He is actually a happy person, despite what some people might think.

It was worse, when he was younger. He’s better than that now. The medication helps.

It doesn’t solve everything, though. It doesn’t always silence the voices in his head, telling him he’s a failure, he’s worthless, that he shouldn’t even try. What the hell are you even doing here? Who do you think you are?

He can ignore them, most of the time. Other times, they get to him.

On those days, Andrew is there.

Just Like The Ocean Needs The Waves, 2/?

Andrew knew what he signed on for, when he let himself fall for Jesse. He knew from the moment they met, what seems like a lifetime ago.

He knew who Jesse was. He fell in love with who Jesse was, who he is. He knew it might get tough, but he was prepared. He never had a moments pause, never a doubt. He always believed in loving a person’s flaws as much as you love the rest of them. He loves every part of Jesse, even the parts that may not love himself.

It still bothers him, though. Because it doesn’t make any sense to Andrew. How can Jesse get these ideas into his head? Doesn’t he see himself? How can he not know how amazing he is, how can he not see it? Andrew wants to shake him sometimes, just get him to understand what’s already so obvious to everyone else but Jesse.

He doesn’t. That wouldn’t help at all.

Andrew does what he can, when Jesse gets like this, when he withdraws, when he turns inward on himself and all he can see is his own inadequacy and self-loathing. He never tells Jesse to snap out of it, he doesn’t push. If he did, it would just reinforce what Jesse already thinks. That those feelings are stupid, or frivolous, meaningless, shallow. That they aren’t real.

But they are real, they’re real to Jesse. And that makes them real for Andrew.

He knows how it feels, that pressure, that unbearable sense of panic, feeling like a failure. Thinking about your life and wanting to bash your head into a wall. Everyone feels like that, Andrew certainly does. But Jesse feels it so much stronger than most. Feels it so acutely that he can’t function, that it overwhelms him.

Jesse needs to be taken care of, he likes it. He isn’t some needy, codependent person, but sometimes he wants to let someone else decide what’s best for him. He needs it. Everyone does. We all need help sometimes.

And Andrew wants to do it. He wants to take care of Jesse. He’s fragile, when his moods set in. He’s vulnerable. Andrew wants to protect him, sometimes from himself. He needs it.

He needs to be loved, more than anything. He needs someone to hold him when he cries.

Jesse does cry, sometimes, when this happens. Never very loud, never dramatic, no big boo-hoos or anything like that. Andrew still hates it, though. He hates to see anyone cry, especially Jesse. He doesn’t say so, he just lets him. He knows it’s good for him, it’s good to let him cry it out.

Andrew never shushes him, or tells him to calm down. He just lets him cry. They lie in bed together, Andrew cradling Jesse’s head against his shoulder, stroking his fingers though his curls soothingly, trying to be as quiet as possible. Jesse can’t deal with hearing words right now. He doesn’t need to be thinking.

He usually cries himself to sleep. Eventually the soft sobs and sniffles go quiet, and Jesse’s eyes close, and he can turn off his mind, for a little bit. And Andrew will stay with him, until he’s sure Jesse’s totally asleep. Then he’ll get up, careful not to make too much noise, and calmly go about making up the apartment in the way that Jesse likes. It’ll be there waiting for him when he wakes up.

He doesn’t like a lot of noise, no television, no movies, no music. Everything needs to be quiet. Andrew makes sure not to talk too loudly, never raises his voice. Not that he would, not ever. Because this isn’t Jesse’s fault. He can’t help it, feeling this way.

There are times when Andrew wishes he could just talk him out of it. He wishes he could make Jesse see how wrong he is, about himself, about his life. All those awful things he thinks, those bad thoughts. He wants to make all those hurts just go away. But it doesn’t work that way, Andrew knows that. Jesse needs to figure those parts out on his own, the parts that Andrew already knows are true.

All Andrew can do is whisper it in his ear, soft and gentle, when they’re on the couch and Jesse has his head on Andrew’s chest, eyes closed, just breathing.

I love you.

Andrew feels Jesse nod against his t-shirt. He doesn’t need to hear Jesse say it back. This isn’t about him.

Hello there

This is OP sending a MESSAGE OF UTTER JOY all the way from Squeeland. I swear, as soon as I saw the fill started flailing like a crazy chicken- and then I finished reading and just stood there, staring at my screen like it contained the key to world peace. The story is just what I wanted and needed and so much more, because even though there is sadness and hurt it's still the sweetest thing ever, and the way you describe how Jesse feels- it just fits, because of course he isn't trying to hurt himself, or anyone else, he just doesn't know how to go around all the things on his head, how to stop listening to the negative voices. And Andrew- your Andrew is simply perfect, I don't even have words to describe how much I love the way you wrote him.

I honestly can't wait to see the rest, I don't even know what else to say or what to do, I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW. I really really really don't have any coherence left, so I'm just going to tell you: you, sir/madam, win all of the things ♥ ♥ ♥

Re: Hello there

Hello OP, I am so happy that you like what I have written, but I have you to thank for your amazing prompt. It really inspired me, I wish I had written more.

Anyway, I hope you like the last part, and thank you again for your awesomeness and kind words, it means a lot to me.

Just Like The Ocean Needs The Waves, 3/3

Jesse always comes back to normal, it just takes time. Sometimes it's just a few hours, sometimes it’s a day or two, but it always goes away. He’s not some suicidal head case after all.

It’s good to just stay in and not think for a little while.

His life is filled with so much thinking, so many thoughts and expectations, lines to remember, characters to bring to life, all that responsibility resting on his shoulders. He’s not saving the world, or doing anything terribly important, in the grand scheme of things. He’s just doing what he can. It isn’t much, but it’s what he can do. What he has to offer the world.

He hopes it’s good enough. He wants to be good enough, more than anything in the world. He doesn’t even know who for, good enough for what? It doesn’t make sense, Jesse knows that. It’s just the weirdness of his brain again.

He is good enough. No matter how fucked up he gets, no matter how broken he feels, he deserves to be here. He deserves to be happy.

And he has Andrew to help put him back together.

It’s all he really needs, those little things that Andrew does. His patience, his understanding, his love. It sounds so fucking cheesy, but Andrew’s love is what heals him, each and every time. All he needs is for Andrew to hold him, rub his back, stroke his hair, and say it, like he says it all the time, every day. It works better than any therapy or medication ever could or will. Just knowing he has that, he has the attention and the love of someone amazing like Andrew, brings him back up. It silences the voices.

If he got someone like Andrew to love him, those voices can’t possibly be right.


When they go to bed, after a long, emotional day, it’s a huge relief. Jesse can just close his eyes and forget about all of it. And perhaps, in the morning, things will be better. Andrew hopes so, anyway. It feels good, so good, just to be in bed with him, to hold him, to feel him and know that he’s still here, that he’s going to be fine.

He’s strong enough to mend himself, before it gets him.

“Hey,” Andrew says, quietly, “how you feeling?”

His voice is cautious, like he isn’t sure he should ask.

Jesse looks up, his eyes warm, and his mouth bearing a slight smile. He looks tired, but he’s smiling. He's smiling. Andrew feels like he hasn't seen him smile in years.

“I’m okay, Andrew. Better. Thank you. You know, for asking.”

Andrew smiles back, relieved.

“Good. That’s good.”

Jesse closes his eyes and lets Andrew pull him in close, snuggling into his neck, seemingly content. Andrew strokes his hair, rubs his back, does all the things that he knows Jesse likes, what sooths him and puts him right to sleep.

“Goodnight sweetheart. I love you.”

He gets a muffled, sleepy goodnight in response.

It’s okay now, the storm has passed. The ocean is calm again.

What are you staring at, I'm totally not crying. I just have something in both of my eyes.

Re: Just Like The Ocean Needs The Waves, 3/3

havent read the fic yet just here to say OMG MAE REFERENCE (shall read fic now)