#PLEASE ask me about them

[mikurinkuwu]

i made a non traditional omegaverse office au does anybody gaf

[thefablefoxart]

@snootweed for the amazing idea! Here’s some red dead horses as men (and one woman because I love Taima very dearly)

[augustvandyne]

Hi I wanted to ask if you would write a Lucy Chen imagine. Where the reader is also a police officer and gets hurt badly, so Lucy is very worried. Just fluff with a bit of angst.

Thank you very much.

ofc ofc ofc!

backup

Lucy could tell it was going to be bad by the shake of your voice on the radio. You’d shakily asked for backup, but it was too late.

You and Lucy hadn’t been riding together that day, and that was the worst decision Sergeant Grey had ever made.

You were assigned to a shop with yourself, while Lucy was with Tim.

She didn’t understand. She’d seen you twenty minutes ago, tops. But from there the two of you had went separate ways.

Her voice broke, “Tim,” as soon as your voice had disappeared, and with one look at the woman, he stepped on the gas.

Tim gave her the spiel, if she wasn’t able to handle it, she’d have to step aside until you were safely transported to the hospital, where Tim would take her right after this, along with the rest of the station.

To say the way you looked was bad, was an understatement. The sight of you had everyone speechless, even Nyla.

“Conscious, but unresponsive,” Nolan is able to get out over the lump in his throat.

The man you were obviously up against looked worse than you, if that’s even possible. He took a shot to the chest, and was DOA.

You, on the other hand, had taken several shots and several cuts. There were bruises starting to form along your body and blood pouring out of your cuts.

Bailey has to keep her tears from falling as she and her team load you onto a stretcher.

Lucy stands by the side the whole time, trying to keep her tears at bay, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t let a few slip.

Tim and the rest of the team escorted you to the hospital, following behind the ambulance that was going more than a few miles over the speed limit.

By the time Lucy had gotten to the hospital her face was red from rubbing her tears away and her hair was messy from her running her hands through it.

She’s out of the car and by your side before it’s even in park.

“Oh, my god,” Lucy can’t even look at you. She knows it isn’t her fault, but she can’t help but blame herself. She had a bad feeling the whole twenty minutes since she’d saw you, and she should’ve known. “Y/n, you’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna be here the whole time, okay? I’m not leaving until you’re sick of me.”

The nurses push you through, an O.R. already ready for you, as you are a loved face all over LA—the station, the community center, the hospital.

When the doors close, and Lucy can no longer follow, Tim is there to bring her into a tight hug.

He needed it just as bad as she did.

Lucy quite literally breaks down it his arms, and Tim isn’t sure what to do, so he just stays standing there with a broken Lucy in his arms until the rest of the team found the two of them.

The group went around hugging Lucy, which was greatly appreciated by her because she needed it, and that’s why everyone embraced her.

The two of you were at the height of your relationship, and so she was more in love with you than ever.

She was going to marry you, and she knew it, so she couldn’t let you die now.

Sergeant Grey granted Lucy a few days off to get you back up and on your feet, which she gratefully took.

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By the time your surgery was done, not a single person had left the hospital.

Tim had tried to get Lucy to go to the cafeteria to eat with him, and to get her to go home to get some things for you and herself, but she wouldn’t even budge.

Nyla had brought her at least two cups of coffee, but Lucy had just let them sit. She was still in shock.

Tim sat on Lucy’s right, while Nyla sat on her left.

Those three were the three most important people in your life.

Lucy was the love of your life. The reason you kept going. You’d attended the academy together, but you were a year behind her, so she’d never really spoken to you. Maybe once or twice at the bar, but that was it.

Tim was your best friend. Any problems you had, you took right to him. On your off days, he’d take you to your favorite food truck and did whatever he could to cheer you up, because when you were sad, there was no light in any room.

Then there was Nyla. Your T.O., mentor, teacher, whatever you wanted to call her. She would never admit it, but you were her favorite. You’d won her over in the first week, and that was a Nyla Harper record.

So here were your three favorite people, all praying you’d make it through this surgery, and then make it through the night.

The nurse that comes out happens to be friends with Tim, so he is able to sweet talk her into letting the three of them come see you in the ICU.

Even though you aren’t awake, Lucy, Tim, and Nyla want to see that you are okay and breathing.

You looked better.

The cuts had bandages over them, and most of the dirt on your face had been washed off.

You’d only taken two actual shots to your body—your ankle and your shoulder. Any other shots had been caught by the vest. That was evident from the bruises formed on your chest.

One of your legs had been cut up pretty badly, and it had stitches. Lucy knew you’d be self conscious over the big gash that ran horizontal on your thigh.

Nyla lets out a loud sigh, her hands on her lower back as she stares at the ceiling to keep the tears from falling.

“Where was her goddamn backup?” Nyla lowers her guard for a second when a tear falls down her face.

“Nolan was on his way,” Tim keeps his jaw clenched, his hands in his pockets to keep himself from doing something he’d regret. “He said he was responding. I don’t— I don’t know. He—“

Lucy stands in the corner next to Nyla, afraid to speak.

Seeing Tim and Nyla so distraught has Lucy’s tears come back. Her heart breaks and drops to the ground all over again, and it definitely doesn’t feel good.

“God, if I’d have drove faster, maybe—“

“Don’t blame yourself,” Nyla takes a seat in the chair by your side, holding one of your hands in hers. “Don’t blame anyone. It’s no one’s fault but the man who did this.”

“I had a bad feeling,” Lucy has to bite her lip to keep herself from breaking down again.

“Lucy—“

“No,” Lucy scoffs. “I should have known.”

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Lucy is still asleep by the time you wake up. Nyla and Tim agreed to take turns staying with Lucy until you were discharged from the hospital. Which would be in a few days.

You had a bit of internal bleeding, so the doctors want to keep you for a few days to watch over you.

Tim is in the cafeteria grabbing some air and coffee. The two of you were asleep, so he figured he could have at least ten minutes to himself.

You wake Lucy when you’re reaching for the water, your throat was uncomfortably dry.

Lucy is immediately grabbing the cup and pitcher and pouring you water.

“Lucy—“

“Don’t talk,” Lucy feels her eyes watering again.

“Then don’t cry,” You whisper. You try to reach out and wipe her tears, but it pains you due to the shot in your arm. “I think my arms broken.”

Lucy laughs, glad to have some relief after those last agonizing hours without you.

“You were shot in the foot and shoulder. Your shoulder is broken, baby, but you’ll be okay. You have a large cut on your right thigh, too. I’ll take you to physical therapy, and you’ll be as good as new, okay? Grey gave me the next week or so off, but if you need more time with me, I will stay off longer. You’ll be back soon enough—“

It takes everything in you to lean forward and kiss Lucy.

“It’s okay, Luce,” You smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lucy’s features soften.

“Lay with me,” You insist.

“Are you sure you won’t break another bone moving over?”

“Lay with me,” You say more aggressive this time so Lucy knows you aren’t kidding.

“Okay, fine,” Lucy fits in the spot you open up for her, despite the pain it caused to open it, it was totally worth it. “Now, let me tell you about how I saw Tim crying.”

Tim decides to come in at that moment.

“Oh— you’re awake,” Tim’s brows raise.

“Come and sit,” You turn your head towards him as he sits in the chair beside your bed. “Lucy was just about to tell me about how big and bad Timmy was spotted crying.”

Tim rolls his eyes but listens anyways.

[lar-arts]

It is important to write down the information you consider to be important

Or: some of my Watcher lore condensed into a journal spread written by Grian (are you interested in the rest of my thoughts?)

[rogerrrroger]

Aaaaand part 3 of dragon merc au!! Soldier,

Medic,

And engineer (I struggled with his colours so much 😭😭I still am not sure about them )

Now I have the designs done I’m gonna put them in some situations so badddd, I also wanna do pauling and other side characters 😳

Part 1 here

And part 2 here

[cicadapupper]

Hello Ninjago fandom, I have maybe like three finished drawings and a shitty Webfishing doodle but I hope this is a good enough peace offering

[sparklycometstuff]

This is the psychotic brainchild of me and a uni mate so please don’t take it too seriously. Also I don’t know very much about hairdressing (all the knowledge I have is based on my personal experience as someone with colored hair) so please forgive any glaring mistakes. This is also a really long post so 🤷‍♀️

Buuut we were discussing the trains’ “hair” 😅 (I know they are just wigs but I need this out of my brain) and we decided that once a month they have a designated “hair day” because literally all of them have colored/bleached hair that would require consistent upkeep.

I should also probably say this is based on the 2024 production and the wigs for that show because it’s the one I’m most familiar with. I’m also working with the principal casts wigs cause I know they change if swings are involved. (Please don’t ask me how long I spent looking at photos of the components trying to discern if they have streaks in their hair)

It always takes please in someone’s front yard so people can come by whenever their available and so that whoever’s shed is hosting doesn’t get a rainbow of hair dye trodden through their house. The host shed rotates for fairness. They have a proper portable shampoo basin but otherwise it’s just some deck chairs, the garden hose and whatever shampoos, conditioners and dyes the trains themselves supply.

Momma is there all day as supervisor because she definitely lived through the wack hair faze of the 80s and without her nothing would get done. The day would consist of insults and bleach tragedies. I feel like she would also be around to help those trains with tighter curls/coily hair.

Coaches: usually get theirs done relatively early in the morning since it gets chaotic later on. Always have a camera on hand to document the day because it gets sillier the more the day drags on and that is perfect blackmail material. Hair day gossip is the best gossip.

Pearl: her hair is naturally purple so she does multiple low volume bleachs and then toner to get her hair the right shade so getting started as soon as possible is key. She’s growing out her hair so in terms of cutting it, it’s just the split ends off the bottom.

Dinah: just tends to refresh the blue in her hair, which she doesn’t have much of but making pink hair blue is a MISSION. By the time hair day comes around, she usually needs to touch up her bangs as well and every few months if it starts to get to long, she’ll cut it back to her desired length.

Belle: in true sleepy girl fashion has a minimal and low maintenance routine. Just the split ends off the bottom and maybe some magenta hair tinsel if she’s feeling fancy. (I swear I’ve seen this somewhere but I cannot figure out where, I also might just be delusional)

Tassita: because of his hair style has a very specific routine. He takes his cut very seriously and will not let anyone else do it. Making his blue hair orange isn’t necessarily hard but there has to be special care taken to ensure that the orange bits are made orange and his natural blue stays blue.

Engines: they usually come in around lunch time in between their shifts. The amount of gel they put in their hair to make their silly shark fins means that clean hair is the first thing they focus on when it’s their turn. They have worked out a circuit so that everyone gets the same thing done. Like one will wash, one will cut, one will color, one will remove color/wash #2 and one will dry. It’s like a rotating chores chart, down to a science.

Silver Bullet: is vaguely impatient and spends most of their time tapping their skate obnoxiously. Is subsequently usually on the dry stage to keep them relatively occupied. Really enjoys the post cut and wash hair and is a little sad the next day when the gel comes out.

Orange Flash: steals Tassita’s orange dye when they’re out of their own. This has lead to them leaving with the wrong colour hair on more than one occasion cause Tassita switched the dye in the bottle in an effort to get them to stop. Doesn’t like the shampoo bowl cause it always kinks their neck but suffers though the wash anyway.

Golden Eagle: will fall asleep in the chair but only after the color is in because he is pedantic about it being the right shade. Apart from the top which has to be left reasonably long for the fin, he likes the rest of his head to be a short as possible. Claims it’s for aerodynamics.

Blue Lightning: is part of the reason why hair day is not in anyone’s shed anymore because their dye gets everywhere and it stains everything. They are the chattiest and will complain about anything and everything. The water is too cold, the hair dryer is too cool, Green Arrow keeps shaking their head and getting green water all over them etc.

Green Arrow: speaking of, GA is usually in charge of grabbing the trains food between shifts so they all behave. As such, is usually last to get their hair done but they get first pick of whatever lunch is so they are fine with it. Shakes like a dog after their last wash is done just to piss off BL.

Greaseball: has to be literally dragged by her ear from the tracks by Dinah. Is like a cat in my brain and hates having her hair wet. But she has committed to having her hair matching her fit so she sucks it up, that and her stupid mullet needs maintenance cause trying to make black hair yellow is just as much a mission as making pink hair blue. It’s also good bonding experience for her and Dinah, who is the only person she trusts to do her hair without purposefully messing it up (GE cut the mullet too short once and he didn’t race that year). She just likes that she gets to spend uninterrupted semi intimate time together.

Freight: if you thought the engines were bad the freight are worse. They work long hours and by the time they get home their hair is the last thing they want to worry about. They appear sporadically throughout the day unless they are tracked down by engines during work hours and reminded that hair day is mandatory. (I don’t mean for the freight to come across as gross, it’s just that, in my brain at least they are fuel trucks therefore they are energy, and sitting still especially for a long periods of time, like cutting and especially coloring hair, I don’t think would gel with them. They are busy bees)

Slick: thoroughly enjoys the head massage that comes with momma washing her hair. There are so many colors in the water that washes away thanks to all the oil and her yellow becomes like 3 shades lighter after it’s clean. High vis looking ass. Will only show up if it’s quiet. You’ll never see her there when the engines or electrics are there. Will sometimes help Momma wash Mommas hair if she’s the last one done. Has been know to start hair dye fights if the other freight are present and is the other part the reason hair day now happens in the yard.

Porter: dusty dusty man. Similar to Slick in the sense that the water is actually filthy and his hair goes from black to brown when it’s clean. The red goes from maroon to rose red. Loves hair products that smell nice, like will jump sporadically between products depending on what scent he’s feeling. Loves helping people with the hair washing process if they’re feeling antsy. Also very much enjoys the feeling of clean hair. Is a hairspray kinda guy though, as opposed to the engines who are gel all the way. There’s no other way for his hair to be that tall.

Lumber: will bring a speaker with him when it’s his turn although the music will vary wildly depending on who has control of the playlist. Is the chillest of the freight and has his routine down to a science. Him and Rusty will take turns doing each other’s hair. Cannot be relied upon to purchase the same shade of blue hair dye every time. Spends ages brushing saw dust and splinters out of his hair.

Hydra: spends the least amount of time initially cleaning his hair although his siblings have been known the chuck oil/sawdust/coal dust at him when he brags to much about it. Hogs the hair dryer. Is the reason Slick starts hair dye fights. Also hogs the hair straightener. Does not like doing hair day alone and will actively seek out a companion. Has to use a highly moisturizing conditioner so the constant cold of his tank doesn’t dry his hair out. Does the neatest dye job and will jump at the chance to help his siblings if they ask.

Steamers: Momma knows things about train hair that she shouldn’t and it never ceases to amaze Rusty. He hopes to one day have that kind of knowledge. Are unfortunately usually relegated to supervisors since behaving respectfully aroid each other seems to be a trait the entirety of Troubadour lacks. The most luscious locks you have ever seen. The glorious hair runs in the family.

Momma: uses products that the rest of the yard are sure were discontinued decades ago but seems to always have more than enough on hand. Wields hair tools like a knight. She will bless thee with beautiful locks. Is usually the last person of the day to do her hair but enjoys knowing everyone is clean for another month. Love letting her kids do her hair even tho they are “adults”. She just love them so much. It’s how her and Slick bond. Her favorite part of the day is watching the sunset while she lets the conditioner sit.

Rusty: has the tightest curls of any train and thus spends the most amount of time detangling and it always ends with him needing some WD40 on his elbow joints afterward. Regularly steals Mommas hair brushes. Use’s an entire bottle of conditioner to himself. Used only the tiniest bit of bleach and toner for the parts of his hair that are lighter. Momma has threatened to scrap him if he does anymore. Depending on who he’s staying with he will do his hair either with the freight or the coaches.

Electrics: the highest of high maintenance. They refuse to use the communal space that gets setup but will still have their hair day on the same day as the rest of the yard and will set up outside their shed so the option for interaction is there. There are so many sneaky Polaroids in the coaches shed of most of the components wandering around with shower caps on while they let their hair develop. None of them are naturally that blonde. Electra does all the components hair and then they work together to do theirs. Have thus far refused to host hair day but still participate in their own way.

Killawatt: makes sure that his hair is done indoors before they set up outside where he can keep an eye on everyone. He doesn’t have any grey streaks in his hair so he usually just needs his roots touched up. Loves the feeling of Electra’s hands going through his hair. When they move outside he is constantly either walking the perimeter or standing with Electra while they do another components hair. Is the only component the coaches don’t have a Polaroid of and it has become a mission of theirs to catch him with a shower cap on.

Volt: low-key a bit of an iPad kid while his hair is being done. Electra gives him a tablet to keep him occupied otherwise he would legit just sit there and stare at people, which freaks everyone out. It helps direct the restless energy. Always has new inspo pics but literally doesn’t care what Electra does to his hair - like as long as they all fit together he could not care less. Is in charge of making sure they are stocked up on all their hair day stuff. Has a favourite comb.

Joule: much to Electra’s annoyance, she will not sit still. Is the last component to get their hair done so she has the day to burn off some energy. Is the only component who will actually strike up a conversation with anyone who comes by their shed. Has everyone’s bleach and toner volumes memorized. Is the reason the coaches are on the look out for components in shower caps. Most frequently has the grey pattern in her chair changed (with Electra’s blessing)

Wrench: the model child of the group. Literally gets the same cut and color every time. The only thing she is pedantic about is her hair length because she needs to make sure it’s short enough that it doesn’t fall in her eyes while she’s working. Any new products need to go through her so she can check ingredients. Joule tried to use her trauma shears for haircuts once and she blew a fuse.

Electra: literally enrolled them all in a hairdressing course so they could all learn how to do hair properly. Has mastered the arts of speed and precision. No one gets a faster haircut than the components. Will literally whip out a ruler if they have to make sure the lines are straight. The shampoo is their favorite part of the process when they are getting their hair done. Loves products that smell good. Has and will refuse to use a product if it doesn’t, not matter how much Wrench insists it’s good for their hair. Strikes me as having thick hair that would be L’orel commercial worthy if they grew it out. Has the world’s worst helmet hair, especially during racing season, and thus always has a comb and anti-frizz dry shampoo on hand. Trusts the components implicitly to do their hair to their standard. Loves the pampering.

AAAND I THINK THATS EVERYONE. If I’ve missed anyone lemme know I’ll put the brain gremlins back to work. Please keep in mind that I’m Aussie and thus have not seen the show (everything I know come from Google, soundtracks and interacting with the fandom) so if anything is glaringly out of character I will happily take corrections.

If you have any questions, queries or concerns please yap at me. My DMs are open and I would love some more friends who also love singing trains on roller-skates.

If you see any grammar/spelling mistakes no you didn’t and if you’ve read this far, you have actually made my day and thank you for indulging this ridiculousness 😁

[cowpokeace]

Do you guys like sing ocs….

Sawyer Grahm!!! He’s one of the costume designers for moon theater! He’s a poodle, and very British..

He IS oc/canon, and I personally made him to ship him with Johnny!!!

Not only is he a costume designer, but he also sometimes performs when they have no actors available. He can play guitar, and sing. I’ll post more about him soon :3

FEEL FREE TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SING OC!!! I WANT TO HEAR!!!

[dragonwolf3416]

This is the first time Dracos has made it out of the Doodle file so I'm going to post it. :P

Pose from the amazing @adorkastock

[yummi3010]

My Dandy's World oc‼️‼️

Info:

Name: Pailette

Age: Adult

Pronouns: She/her

She was a main character before, and the owner of the store opposite from dandy's shop in game. Until an incident happened which lead to her handler going missing, and she was demoted to being another handler's background character.

In the past, Her store was a paint store (also could be a store for toon skins) but ever since her handler's disappearance, she couldn't handle all the work and competition by herself for too long (pun intended). Teana ( @artinhaler 's Toon oc) was her most regular customer.

Game mechanics:

Since she's not a main anymore, she has the basic 3 hearts and 1 ability. Her primary role would be a distractor, but she could also be a survivalist. Her ability works by highlighting a twisted and activating, any other twisteds that are near the target will also get effected.

Not sure I made her twisted description clear enough so lemme just tell ya. When she spots a toon, she'll throw a glob of ichor/paint at them, not causing damage but gives them slowness 2 for 3 seconds (has a 10 second cool down).

She got twisted from using "black paint" from Dandy, only to realise that it was Ichor once she'd already made a mess with it.

Trinket:

Pretty good for distractors really. My reason why a paint brush would give such effects is kinda silly, but bear with me 🥲. Imagine the toons just throwing paint on the floor and sliding around with less friction for the speed increase. And if you ask me, magenta paint wouldn't be the best color choice for sneaking around. Twisteds would definitely have that as a target.

Relations:

I hc that Goob and Scraps were her art students hehe.

Toon handler design and sketches:

Yes. The toon handler's name will be Yúmmi.

@artinhaler

[soulchronicity]

Fuck it Tumblr can have the 2s

[sharkster-14]

Literally them omg I explode with excitement every time I talk about them to anyone

[augustvandyne]

heyy i was wondering of you could write abt angela lopez, we are also a detective at the station and it’s about all the times we almost got caught. if you know what i meann

i adore this

almost getting caught

1.

When you started out as a rookie at the LAPD, you were Tim’s boot.

You’d seen Angela from afar, and had definitely heard a lot about her through one of your close friends, Jackson. You developed a girl crush on her. Angela’s ways were amazing, and you aspired to be her.

The day had come when the rookies had switched up their T.O.’s for a few days, and you’d been assigned to Angela’s shop.

Her sarcastic wit and small smirks made your girl crush turn into a crush crush.

You were actually kind of sad when you found out she would be moving to detective work, because you wouldn’t see her as much anymore.

Eventually one time after your graduated to P2, you’d been paired with her for a day because you were following a case with her.

You made a bad choice on a call you responded to, and Angela had to pull you to the side.

She angrily told you, “Never let anything cloud your judgement, much less a crush.”

She’d thought you had a crush. And not on her.

She was jealous.

“You’re right,” You shrugged. “I do have a crush.”

Curiosity got the best of her. She didn’t mean to sound so rude when trying to get to the bottom of it, but she did.

“Who?” Angela crossed her arms. “Is it Tim?”

“What—“

That was the first time you almost got caught.

You hadn’t even done anything, by any means, but there was something there. You told her, “You know, you’re pretty stupid for a detective. You’re the one I have a crush on. You’re clouding my judgement, Angela. I like you. Not Tim.”

She laughed, “No you don’t,” but eventually gave in to you when your face remained serious.

She had grabbed your hand and asked you out to dinner that night when Nyla had found you to ask if you were okay.

The two of you split apart super fast, and tried to get Nyla out of there as quickly as possible, but that didn’t seem to happen. She pulled you away, and you had to look behind you and mouth yes to confirm your date for that night.

2.

Not too long after that you’d taken the Detectives exam, and had gotten in the top three—no surprise there.

You’d gotten a spot on the LAPD’s Detective team in no time, and were Angela’s partner. At work and out of work.

The two of you had put a label on it by now, and had gone on several dates.

Tonight she took you to a nicer restaurant to celebrate your big news.

She said she was going to pay, but you definitely helped with at least paying for your dessert, because that was some money just on its own. But regardless, you helped whether she knew or not.

You were enjoying your dessert and your night with you girlfriend— who looked beautiful in her dress— when the two of you spotted John and Bailey.

Now under any other circumstance, this would’ve been fine. But how were the two of you supposed to explain why you were dressed so fancy at a nice restaurant that looked like a date?

The quick answer: you weren’t.

You turn your head opposite of the couple, when Angela says, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Don’t look now, but John and Bailey are three tables away. To your right,” You give her a look. “Unless we want everyone to know we’re together by sunrise tomorrow, we better escape somehow.”

“Can’t we just have one nice date?” Angela sighs angrily.

“No,” You lift the napkin you had on your legs up, and throw it on the table. “But we already paid, so it wasn’t totally ruined, now was it?”

“I suppose not,” Angela smirks. “But I really was enjoying the crème brûlée.”

“We can get some somewhere else, Ange,” You smile, standing to your feet and putting your hand out for her to take.

She does, and the two of you take off towards the bathroom, when at the same time Bailey heads in the direction the two of you were heading.

“Bailey is coming this way,” Angela says urgently, gripping your side with her delicate hand.

“Okay so what—“

Suddenly Angela’s back is against the wall between the men’s and women’s bathroom. Her arm wrapped around your neck, and your hands on her hips as her lips devour yours in a hungry kiss.

Her plan was a success, because Bailey walks right past the two of you.

3.

Another time the two of you had almost got caught was on your birthday.

You and Angela had been together at least three months by now, and she wanted to do something special tonight for your birthday.

She wasn’t sure what yet, which was why she’d approached you in the break room in the first place.

You were stirring the much needed half a pound of sugar into your coffee, when Angela had came up beside you.

“So, it’s your birthday,” She smiles sweetly at you.

“Hm,” You nod with a bored look, taking a sip of the steaming coffee. “You look amazing today with your hair down.”

“I know,” Angela squints, pressing her lips together sassily. “Now, what are we doing tonight?”

You’d told Angela before that you didn’t really like celebrating your birthday. She must’ve interpreted you wrong when you told her you don’t want to do absolutely anything.

“Nothing. I told you,” You place the cup on the table beside you. “I just want to go home,” You grab onto the collar of Angela’s blazer, pulling her closer to you, your lips ghosting hers. “And spend time with my beautiful girlfriend.”

Her lips just barely catch yours when the two of you pull away like the other had burnt them.

Lucy and Tim come strolling in, and Angela looks at you with a slightly disappointed expression, craving your lips now more than ever.

4.

When Lucy is declared missing, you are absolutely distraught.

She was your best friend out of the station, not including Angela, and you couldn’t loose her.

Angela could see you falling apart all over the station. Several different times in several different places. At one point she saw you bawling your eyes out in the middle of the conference room.

She wanted nothing more than to pull you onto her arms, lay a kiss atop your head, and whisper sweet nothings in Spanish to you.

But she couldn’t do that because then everyone would know. And she wasn’t sure if you wanted everyone to know— and she definitely wasn’t asking you when you were in such a state.

It hurts her heart to see you like this, so much her own eyes water at one point.

When Grey delivers the news that they had found where she may be located, you all but jumped for joy. But you were back to crying when Grey confined you to his office and demanded you stay back due to your closeness of the case.

Angela offered to stay back with you, and she closes the blinds of the office after entering.

“Y/n,” Angela’s heart breaks at the sight of you.

You are sat on the couch in Grey’s office, leaning over with the palms of your hands on your eyes.

“Come on,” Angela hears her voice waver from seeing you in so much pain. She puts her arm around you to reach your left shoulder, pulling you closer into her.

You lay down so your head is in her lap.

She runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm your shaking body, and she does eventually.

You sit up at some point and lay your head on her shoulder instead of her lap. She has her arm around you and her lips are resting on your head.

When Grey comes running in, Angela has to quickly separate herself from you.

It’s safe to say she makes a mental note to talk to you about going public with your relationship. All she wants is to ask you on dates during call— not caring who’s there, go out to a nice restaurant without the worry of being caught, kiss you in the break room, and cuddle with you at work when you need it most.

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Chewing glass as Jayvik thoughts slowly consume me...

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Thinking about my figure/ice skating au rn. Like Marcia overworking herself so badly 😔 like her working herself until cherry or two have to physically remove her from the ice because that what she's so used to doing 😔 Like please someone ask me about this au I have SO many ideas please

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Woah!? Who tf are this guys in the Blazing Jewel poster I saw???