#i casually talk abt my did from time to time but i sure do have it! even tho i don't think they rlly go onto here
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ITS BEEN A FUCKING WEEK. PASS THE DETRITUS
#howling#had a lvl 1 trauma at abt 720#which sucks but we were managing fine#call er back at 750 as protocol to ask if theyve transfused and if theyll need more and to make sure they have a t&s ordered#secretary confirms that both units were transfused + they wont be needing more (lol) + a type and screen WAS drawn just not ordered yet#ok cool. all i have to do is wait for the specimen so i can crossmatch the units#im chilling in bloodbank doing bloodbank things#meanwhile. er calls the front desk (blood bank has a separate phone line. they specifically called the lab line instead)#lab assistant takes the call (like normal). theyre not sure what er said exactly but theyre planning to transfer the patient somewhere#and mentioned 'something like mpp???'#midnight tech was upfront and overheard. immediately asked if they meant MTP#lab assistant wasnt sure but said she had asked if er wanted to talk to blood bank (aka me) and they said no#both the assistant and the tech assumed that they DIDNT actually mean mtp because that would be fucking bonkers#if they casually mention it to a lab assistant and NOT FUCKING BLOOD BANK#and i didnt hear about this phone call until like maybe an hour or two later btw#anyways. yeah no they called an MTP#thats always fucking awful but they DID bring down the t&s partway thru#patient had no history and the only other specimens on file were drawn at the same time#so i order a confirmatory type to make things easier later on. it needs to be drawn by either the nursing team or by a lab assistant#screen is negative so at least we only need to do an immediate spin crossmatch on everything#we get all the units emergency issued + the platelets are ordered and issued normally after the t&s is done since it doesnt need a xmatch#er cancels the mtp. theyve transfused 6 out of the 8 units we sent them. two remaining units being sent to or#or is told directly that the mtp was canceled and that theyd need to call a new one if things escalate again#ok. things are calming down. its fine. i got all the xmatches done and theyre all compatible which is great#we get in a delivery from arc of platelets bringing us back up to 6 on the shelf (we need 5 on hand tomorrow morning for an open heart)#(at this point i find out about the phone call i mentioned earlier)#i get a call from or. my heart sinks immediately#or nurse says they need 2 rbcs and 2 platelets and theyre sending someone down RIGHT NOW to pick it up#we still hadnt gotten that confirmatory btw#im too stunned to say anything else so i just go ok. and hang up
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yan gyaru who is your clingy bestfriend
Every morning, he made sure to time his arrival perfectly so that heâd âaccidentallyâ run into you near the lockers. "N/n!~" He grinned at you as you opened you locker, twirling his hair.
âKajiro,â you greeted, adjusting your bag. âWhatâs up?â
âJust waiting for my favorite person, obviously.â He grinned, stepping closer. âYou know, we should totally hang out after school today. Iâve been thinking about you all morning.â He pouted, trying to convince you. "wait no, we should have a sleepover!" His face lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with excitement as you stared at him confused
"Im bus-"
"Okay, ill be at your house at 3pm, baby!" He said as he waved at you and left, blowing you a kiss.
meanwhile ur friend next to you looks at u weirdly "how tf did you bag that" You js shrugged
yan gyaru who while during class, spams u
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hiii n/n :3
lets meet uppp!!!!
i wanna see ur faceee ;3
babyyyyy cmonnnn
im SOOOOO bored in this class without uuuu
i need to see u before i go crazyyyy :(
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bruh no
last time we met up in the middle of class, u wanted me to js skip n go on a date
n stop texting im abt to get my phone taken by the teacher
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:( n/n ur so mean!
n change ur username nowwww!!!!
im supposed to be the only hoe that loves u!!!
GASPPP
do u have other hoes?!?!?!??! Are u cheating??!?!?! Youve been playing hello kitty adventure with some other bitches?!??!!?N/n, i will rip their scalp off their head, and throw a table at them.
Y/n L/n, who are the bitches u call hoes?
y/n, if u dont block them now, ur gonnna see me on the news for murder.
yan gyaru who during english class, just writes poets about his love to you. In art, he draws you and him getting married. In math, he daydreams about the day you guys live in a cute cottage home with your 2 bunnies, and a cat.
yan gyaru who once the final bell rings, hes OUT that class, practically running out to go to your class so you wont leave him.
yan gyaru who finally found you, and was huffing and puffing from all that running before grinning at you. "Lets go, babe?" He said, grabbing your backpack from your shoulders and carrying it himself.
Itâs Friday night, and youâve somehow got dragged into having a sleepover with the guy whoâs been obsessively crushing on you for agesâyour bubbly gyaru friend, who just canât get enough of you.
The whole walk to your house, he was gushing and nonstop talking about how fun it was gonna be. âBabe! This is gonna be so fun, I canât wait!â he chirps, holding onto your arm tightly as if he has doubts that you were gonna run away.
yan gyaru who from the second he steps in your home, heâs a non-stop chatterbox. Heâs talking about everythingâschool, the latest drama, his favorite new clothes, and of course, you. His eyes are constantly on you, lighting up every time you laugh or even just nod along, internally cheering that he made you laugh.
âOh my god, Y/N, have you seen the latest episode of that show we talked about? We have to watch it together tonight! Itâs gonna blow your mind!â He said as he played with your hair.
You can tell heâs beyond excited just to be around you, and his energy is contagious. Heâs always smiling, laughing, and playfully bumping your shoulder whenever he makes a joke.
yan gyaru whose endlessly complimenting you. He just canât stop complimenting you. Whether youâre dressed up or in casual sleepover clothes, heâs still in awe of you. âYou look cute even in pajamas, Y/N. Like, how is that fair?â He pouted, scrunching his eyebrows together as he rubbed your arm up and down
He loves finding excuses to be near youâadjusting your hair, teasing you about how comfy you look, or even just admiring your smile. âYouâre seriously too cute, Iâm not even joking. I could stare at you forever, hehe~.â
"bro"
yan gyaru who inists on staying up late even if your half asleep by 10 pm. Heâs full of bubbly energy, even when youâre eyes are starting to close. âWe canât go to bed yet! We have to at least talk about⌠everything!â
He starts asking more personal questions as the night goes on, his obsession peeking through. âWhatâs your favorite part of the day? Did you think about me at all today?â His voice is playful, but you can tell he genuinely cares about your answers by the way he intently listens
When you start to get drowsy and start giving mumbled answers, he gives a soft laugh. âYouâre so pretty when youâre sleepy. Here, letâs get comfy,â he says, tugging the blanket closer around you both.
yan gyaru who the next morning,
yan gyaru who teasing you about how you slept, offering to make breakfast, and texting you immediately after he leaves
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last night was soooo funnn! lets do it again this week yeah? :3
yan gyaru who is ur fashionista bestie who is a little too obsessed with you <3
#yanderemalexreader#clingy yandere#soft yandere#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere boyfriend#yandere male#tw yandere#yandere blog#yandere#yandere gyaru#destinys worksss<333
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like no one else can
ŕłŕż boynextdoor as your situationship
this was fun to write,,i was wondering if i should make individual fics abt this...what do yall think? ^__^ feedbacks and comments are appreciated ! and also my ask is always open if u wnna chitty chat <3
warnings: fluff, intense pining, light angst, signs of red flags
wc per member: ~250-400
sungho
âiâm trying to understand what am i to you?â
đŻ situationship with sungho would be filled with a lot of "almosts" that keep you guessing, excitement, and unexpected outcomes. he would have this easygoing, carefree attitude as if he truly enjoyed your time together, but heâs also hard to pin down. he would bring you as his âplus oneâ to parties or events and he has once invited you to a family outing âas a friendâ
đŻ sungho likes to do actions that you couldnât help but assign meanings to these little things. he would give you a bite of his food in between laughter and throw tiny comments such as âi thought about you the other day.â the way he laughs at your jokes, recalls small details you mention, and checks up on you in between classes makes you question if he does the same with other people. if you didn't witness him opening doors for people, helping classmates with their homework, and giving the same endearing smile to anyone in need, it would be quite easy to convince yourself that the things he did to you meant something.
đŻ when you mention being cold, he casually throws his hoodie over your shoulders and says, "just give it back whenever." yet it stays with you for days and he doesn't bring it up either, as if sharing his hoodie has become a relationship between you two. but when you decide to give it back, your heart aches to see another girl wearing his hoodie.
đŻ the combination of highs and unanswered questions would be thrilling, and his charm would entice you to return for more. but the question âwhat am i to youâ hangs in the open air because then, if you really meant something to him, he wouldnât have treated others the same way he did to you.
đŻ was it mutual at some point? maybe, or maybe not.
riwoo
âi know itâs casual but i look for you in a room full of peopleâ
đŻ likes having alone time with you. plans a hang out with your friends to watch a movie but the truth is he didn't invite anyone else just so he could watch the movie and spend time alone together. at the end of the movie, you'd just be wiping off your lips because you spent the whole time making out.
đŻ situationship with riwoo is almost like a secret. he knows how to pull you towards him, and the relationship has you on chokehold. most of the time, he makes moves that make you question the very foundation of your relationship. he acts like he likes you. but does he actually do?
đŻ during a chill drinking celebration at your friends' house, both of you always find a reason to text each other even if you're literally in the same room. that one time when you were seated a little too far from him, he pulls out his phone, typing under the table making sure no one gets a peak of his message, he would send you, "you're too far from me :(" it seems as though the thread that binds you is stronger than everything else, and every communication feels like a secret that only the two of you know. you'd look up from your phone to give him a glance and he gives you a subtle lookâthe look that even when you try to look away, you could feel his eyes settled on you.
đŻ his red flag would probably be saying things like, "would you be jealous if i went out with someone else?" or talking about his ex. but right when he gives you enough reasons that he's not good for you, he pulls the "what would it take for us to stop pretending this isnât more than casual?" card.
jaehyun
âyou say weâre just friends but why do you look at me like that when no oneâs around?â
đŻ when you clearly donât look like youâre just friends but itâs becoming a running joke nowâjaehyun responds without skipping a beat whenever someone arches an eyebrow and asks if there is more going on between you and him. he casually replies, âweâre just friends.â and each time you force a smile that falls short of your eyes, you nod along.
đŻ jaehyun has this habit of leaning towards you whenever he laughs, sometimes his head falls on your shoulder for a moment which kinda makes you flinch during the first few times but now that youâre used to it, you let your heads touch each other when you laugh together.
đŻ when he spots you alone leaning outside the glass door at a party, you feel his presence slowly approaching you and then he simply stands there in comforting silence, staring at you in that familiar way, without saying anything at first. when you told him that you get more comfortable attending parties because heâs around, heâd flash a smirk, and his eyes return to the expression he always gives you when no one else is there. jaehyun looks intensely at your face as if heâs searching for somethingâsearching for a sign.
đŻ you canât resist yourself to ask him a question if heâs sure about it. âsure about what?â his tone is gentle, and the corner of his mouth twitches as if he clearly understands what you are saying. âsure that weâre just friendsâŚâ you replied. jaehyun pauses before responding. he just looks at you, his eyes darting to your lips and back to your eyes, a spark there that he tries to conceal but can't quite get rid of. he lets out a tense and nervous laugh. âyeah, weâre just friends.â but his words were laced with hesitation and uncertainty. and there you thought, maybe the look he gives you is enough, for now.
taesan
âyou treat me like this because you know you're my weakness.â
đŻ taesan knows how flustered you get when he touches you. during lunchtime with your other friends, you tried to ignore how he sat closer to you than usual. when your friends make a joke and others laugh along, you try so hard to focus but you just canât seem to grasp the fact that his knees and yours were touching. then, his fingertips lightly touched your leg, so gentle at first that you nearly questioned whether it was an accident. however, taesanâs hand becomes steady and warm, and you can only sense his calm presence. you attempt to maintain a neutral appearance on the outside as your heart twitches and your mind attempts to process the unexpected sensation. his smile is as laid-back as ever, and he continues to laugh with the group as if this is nothing unusual.
đŻ situationship with taesan can be a little frustrating. he likes to give you mixed signals. heâs mostly all about you most of the time and he holds eye contact like youâre the only person he could see. but then the next day, he barely acknowledges your presence. heâs quiet and doesnât speak to you. but you know whatâs bad for you? the fact that you'd fold immediately bcs he really just knows how to give you butterflies right when you think heâs not interested. taesan would come up behind you, whispering to your ear saying, âi missed you today.â and you would quickly fold like you didn't just question everything about him.
đŻ at some point, the feelings were mutual. but you got tired of going around in circles waiting for nothing to happen, so you just decided to move on and bury your feelings just to keep the friendship.
leehan
âteach me how to not care about these feelings that keep me up at night for nothing.â
đŻ you donât talk everyday but thatâs what makes everything thrilling. and when you do talk, texting usually lasts until 3am. although you can feel the weight of your eyelids by this time, you try to stay awake just to converse with him. conversations with leehan are almost raw, something about each message is intimateâone you probably wouldnât hear in the daylight. the thought that he actually also stays up with you makes you wonder how much heâs also feeling.
đŻ leehan has the subtlest way of making you laugh. heâs nonchalant but heâs the type to make you intrigued without fully committing. with that being said, he knows when to pull back when he thinks youâre getting a little too attached over a situationship even if he's the one responsible for making you feel that way
đŻ after dates, goodbyes often linger in the air. both of you enjoyed too much to actually walk away and go back home. when he stands close enough to hug you, you could feel his hand linger on your back like heâs in no rush to go back home. both of you stood there quiet, glancing at each other, enough to decipher by the look of your eyes that there are still unsaid words. âiâll text you when i get back home.â he holds both of your hands as they slightly brush away from yours whenever he takes a step back. you know yourself you want something more from this situationship which causes your heart to ache.
đŻ leehan is still not letting go of your hand even at the point where your fingertips are only touching each other. âletâs do that next time.â he says and adds, âsleep over.â
đŻ and when he actually gets back home, you don't receive a text from him at all, and talked again the following days like nothing happened.
woonhak
"why does it feel like weâre both waiting for the other to make the first move?"
đŻ itâs painfully obvious that both of you like each other. neither of you just couldnât bring yourself up to confess. thereâs always this tension that hangs heavy in the air when youâre with him. you're lounging on his couch while watching a film. with his shoulder almost touching yours, he is closer than friends should be. the couch's modest size is a flimsy excuse, but you both know there's more to it. woonhakâs arm occasionally moves, grazing yours and giving you a shiver, but he doesn't pull away. both of you are dancing around that invisible line, on the brink. his hand is getting closer and closer till your fingers would touch if you both moved even a little.
đŻ every time you're together, you experience this torturous pulling, waiting for the other to finally release the tension that has been building for weeks. his hand moves next to yours, his fingers flexing as though he wants to grab you but isn't quite brave enough. and you can't help but wonder whether you're both simply waiting for a sign, anything that would eventually allow one of you to cross that line.
đŻ woonhak constantly teases you, looking for excuses to rub your hair or bump into your shoulder, and he enjoys seeing how you respond to his pranks. he says something, though, that takes you entirely by surprise just when you think it's all a friendly act.
đŻ âi feel like weâre both good at being complicated.â he chuckles. you can sense that you're both still holding back and skirting the truth because you're afraid of altering something that feels so near-perfect. but when you meet his eyes, you can see that this isn't the end of it because of the little warmth that remains in his smile.
#boynextdoor#chewnotchoke works#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor fluff#myung jaehyun fluff#riwoo fluff#taesan fluff#woonhak fluff#leehan fluff#sungho fluff#myung jaehyun#riwoo#park sungho#han taesan#leehan#woonhak#myung jaehyun x reader#riwoo x reader#taesan x reader#woonhak x reader#sungho x reader#leehan x reader#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor taesan#boynextdoor riwoo#boynextdoor jaehyun#boynextdoor leehan#boynextdoor sungho#boynextdoor woonhak
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lover, you shouldâve come over - h.s.
a/n: part 2 to casual. read here! also, this is lowkey not great cause casual wasnt supposed to be a 2 parter. but bc i love u i did it. be grateful. enjoy my babies!!!! song: lover, you shouldâve come over by jeff buckley
warnings: angst, happy-ISH ending
pairing: loser doormat!y/n x harry styles
â MARCH
harry: hi princess, i really miss you.
harry: i havenât seen you since two fridays ago, whereâve you gone?
harry: text me back, please baby.
y/n: safe and alive
y/n: and i already told you, u donât need to worry abt me
y/n: im fine
harry: iâm coming over.
y/n: har, please donât. itâs really okay.
harry: not to me.
setting her phone down with a sigh, y/n scrubbed her hands up and down her face as she felt the beginning of a headache begin to brew at the thought of having to see harry.
after the conversation theyâd had two weeks ago, harry hadnât come over, and she hadnât made the effort to ask him to. she reckoned that if she pulled back slowly, he wouldnât notice.
she curses herself now for thinking that. of course heâd notice. because heâs harry.
she didn't want to have to talk about how she felt, because it meant admitting that she loved him. and she knew that wouldn't exactly fare well for her.
trying her hardest to make time pass by as slow as possible, she stepped into her bathroom, starting a bubble bath. if this was what she was going to have to deal with tonight, she might as well be comfy. harry can deal with sitting on the floor.
âprincess?â she heard him call. her eyes squeezed shut as she braced herself, knowing that even seeing his face was going to viscerally affect her.
âiâm in here,â she called back, quieter than he was initially. âhi.â
âyou look pretty,â was the first thing that came out of his mouth. an eye roll from y/n had him squatting down in front of her, face inches from hers. âwanna give me a kiss?â
âno, not really.â she said plainly, sinking further deeper into the water, creating distance between them. harry couldnât see her body as it was completely concealed by the mountains of foamy bubbles.
âouch, princess, i donât see you fâtwo weeks and this is what i get? even drove over here 5 over the limit jusâ tâsee you.â harry didnât want to admit that her rejection had felt like a gunshot wound to the heart, but heâd accepted it anyway so as to not make her uncomfortable. he knew she was upset and needed to fix it. he just didnât know why.
âiâm sure youâve gotten plenty kisses from claire the past two weeks, hm?â she mumbled pettily, shifting her glare to the faucet in front of her.
âso thatâs what this is about.â
âwhatâs this?â she didn't think he actually noticed.
âyou being all bratty, not talking tâme, sâhurting mâfeelings, my love.â
harry was surprised to hear a laugh emit from her throat. âhurting your feelings⌠iâm hurting your feelings? thatâs rich, really, harry. even for you.â
âwhat?â
âhow do you not know that youâre making me miserable?â she whispered defeatedly and the dam broke. silent tears began to run down her cheeks, and she knew she couldnât blame it on being sweat from the heated water. not when harry reached out to wipe them away with his calloused thumbs.
âbaby- i- what?â he blubbered, shifting onto his knees to have an advantage of being closer to the tub. âwhat do you mean iâm making you miserable?â
âbecause you like playing this game with me, harry. its just so fucked up. you keep me around, kiss me, fuck me, and then treat me like iâm just one of your fucking lads, like you donât really care. you get possessive when i talk to other guys at events, but if i get upset that youâre literally fucking another girl, iâm being sensitive, and âi should know by now that we arenât exclusive.â it feels like you donât even want me. someone who claims to love me wouldnât do this to me.â
a pause, a sniffle.
âyouâre supposed to be my best friend, h.â
the room was eerily silent. harryâs face had gone stoic and pale. y/n sat there quietly, breath hitching with every sob she tried to stifle.
ââm sorry,â he started.
âiâm sure you are.â
âhow do i fix it?â
âi⌠i donât know if you can.â she whispered honestly.
no words were shared between the two for minutes that felt stretched into hours. her fingers and toes had gotten pruny, the bubbles beginning to dissolve. she needed to get outâ but she didnât want harry to see her at her most vulnerable.
âcan you please wait for me in my room?â she murmured, reaching over the lip of the tub for her towel that lay on the floor, sliding it closer to the tub.
âprincess,â he said in near disbelief.
âplease donât call me that. can you please wait for me in my room?â she said ruefully, catching his eyes so he knew she was serious. she knows he would never purposely disrespect her boundaries.
harry shifted uncomfortably at y/n asking him to stop calling her âprincessâ, the name heâd crowned her with since the beginning. âerm, yeah. sorry.â
walking out of the bathroom, harry collapsed onto her bed, eyes brimming with tears as he tried to control his sporadic breathing. why did he do this to her?
âhi,â y/n said, shuffling out the bathroom a few minutes later with her hair in a small pink towel. she looked significantly calmer, more put together. âletâs talk.â
âiâm sorry-â
âno, me first, you listen,â she stated, watching as harry nodded, not caring that sheâd cut him off.
âi love you. itâs not a secret that i love you, and i love you in more ways than one. i love everything about you, how kind you are, how gentle. but you arenât really,â she paused, not knowing how to explain herself. âyou arenât really nice to me.â
"what do you mean?" he murmured, head cast downward. he reminded her of a wounded puppy. it was his fault, but she couldn't help but feel a little bad.
"i... i don't know how to put this without being the bad guy, but you're really manipulative to me. texting me when it's convenient for you, coming over when its convenient for you, all of it, harry. it's manipulative, and i don't know how to make you understand. i couldn't do it to you, even if i tried."
"why didn't you tell me?" he whispered.
"i tried. every time i tried talking about it with you, you'd shut me up with a kiss, feeding me a line, something. it was always something." she explained, a sympathetic, dulcet smile on her face.
"i didn't mean to hurt you, y/n."
she nods understandingly. she knows that he's a good person at his core. she knows his heart. "i know you didn't mean to, but you did."
"if- if it helps, and i don't know if it's gonna," harry begins, before pausing as his throat began to squeeze, his nose tingling with the onslaught of tears. "i always wanted it to be you."
are you kidding me? y/n thought, taking a deep breath to keep her composure. âif you wanted to be with me, why didnât you just come over?â
âi donât know what you wanted. if you still wanted me, or if you wanted to end things⌠i⌠i didnât know. 'm sorry, baby, i'm really sorry, fuck, i really, really am. y've got t'believe me, i didn't mean to hurt yo-â he stumbles over his words, breath catching as he tries to explain himself. y/n can see the panic begin to coat his green eyes, and with throwing all logic out the window, she climbs onto his lap, holding his face in her hands.
"i know you didn't, harry, i know. that's why i'm telling you now, okay? i'm trying to help you. i want to fix this, but you need to understand how i feel too, okay?" she nods, running her thumbs up and down his cheekbones, the tips of his lashes kissing her fingertips.
âi- i canât lose you, i canât,â he gasped through tears, shaking his head side to side. âiâm sorry baby, iâm so, so sorry.â
âharry. look at me.â she demanded, holding his face tightly so he couldnât move. his eyes slowly casted to her face, noting how her eyes had began to gloss over again, nose reddening with emotion. âi know you didnât mean to hurt me. iâm not that upset anymore. you wonât lose me, but you need to see my point of view.â
âand i doâ i really do, i swear. angel, i promise i see you and i hear you, i just- fuck- i donât know how to make it better.â
âyou acknowledging it makes it better. you apologizing makes it better.â
âit couldnât possibly be enough. i- y/n, i hurt you. i made you cry, and i made you inferior. i promised myself that you would be the one person i wouldnât ever hurt. youâre too good tâme, youâre so perfect.â
a soft smile played on y/nâs lips. âits okay, h. i forgive you.â
âyou do?â
âyeah, i do. but, i donât think i can do this with you anymore.â
âdo what?â
âthis, the friends with benefits agreement. itâs too hurtful for me, and if i canât have you as a lover, i donât think i can have you at all.â
âwhat? what do you mean by that?â
âi need time, h. i need space, and i need room to breathe and think. if i see you, i worry iâll make rash decisions thatâll hurt me in the end.â she sighed, climbing off his lap as she made her decision. âif i canât love you in the way i know you deserve, i donât know if i can give you love at all.â
âwhy?â
âbecause i donât know how to love you without it being all consuming.â
âwhy donât you let it? i still want you, y/n. i just told you that.â
âbut i canât risk getting hurt again, harry. not by you.â
âso thatâs it? i canât be your friend, i canât be your lover?â
she sighed, clenching her teeth before swallowing thickly. âi canât be the reason you didnât find the love of your life.â
a pause. bated breaths. âwhat if its you?â
a defeated chuckle. âit canât be. no matter how much you want it to.â
âwhy wonât you give us a chance!â
âhow can i believe that it wonât be different than last time?!â she screamed, finally at her wits end. standing from the bed, she stood at the foot with clenched fists. âi think you should leave.â
âwhat? no, baby, iâm sorry, i didnât mean to upset you.â
âplease leave, harry. i just need time to think, and i canât do that if youâre here.â she pleaded. watching harry step up from her bed, she placed a hand over her mouth and followed him out the door.
âi love you, but itâs ruining my life.â
âpromise me youâll call when youâve had time to think. promise me that youâll call when you need me again. please, promise me youâll call me if you want me here. i will come to you, no matter where i am.â
âi know you will, harry. i know. and i will. i promise to call you when iâm ready.â
âi love you, okay?â
âi know. goodbye, harry.â
â JUNE
âhello?â y/n said into the speaker of her phone.
âhi, princess. iâll be there in 20, okay? iâve missed you.â
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the prince and the princess. / jason grace x daughter of hera! reader dating headcanons!
a / n : i can't stop thinking abt him lately, sorry folks! and yes, since i am a sucker for 'history repeats itself' troupe, i am writing daughter of hera fic AGAIN. proud and hot đ
warnings : cursing, pure love, jason being a little cocky because i know rick didn't gave him enough credit
- can we agree that hera is so happy?
- her champion and daughter being together?? dream coming true
- and she knows jason will treat you good, unlike his father did to her
- so you guys already have her approval and we don't care about zeus / jupiter in this household
- back to you cutesies
- jason is so husband material
- like you're so much like your mother, but he isn't like his father
- for example ;;
- you'd be angry about somethingâanything really, and jason would calmly continue to read his book, murmuring 'it's okay sweetie' or 'yes, you're right. you're always right baby' once in a while to make sure you know he's listening
- most of the children of hera suffers from jealousy, so if your fatal flaw is jealousy, he'd do this 10 times more
- but he's not bored, he thinks this is an ideal relationship because you never act toxic towards him
- just sometimes a little bit more jealous but that's okay, jason loves it
- you guys are the prince and princess, like the name of this fic
- you two visit olympus more than any demigod seriously
- you having therapy sessions with your mother while jason gets angry at zeus for making hera sad again
- you do couple therapy for them fr
- back to jason being a husband
- i don't know how, but he makes heart shaped thunders in camp when he's out on a quest
- call it connection and him being powerful, but it's just so romantic
- like whenever a heart shaped thunder appears, the campers are like 'yup, that's jason missing y/n right there'
- you guys already have promise rings
- mother and father of the camp
- like, literally
- you're so good with kids, such a mother material (wow what a suprise), and he's such a father bro
- he's so good and gentle with kids?? it makes you wanna cry and throw up from love
- your favorite flowers on your door every sunday
- and he gaves it as one, for you to collect them and make a bouquet yourself
- he already made a deal with the hecate or demeter or persephone kids for the flowers to never die
- power couple by the way but i don't think i have to mention this
- i imagine children of hera being the opposite of the children of the nyx, like owning the sky and heavens, but they're powerful as much
- not more powerful, read carefuly.
- and yeah, owning the sky together? what a couple can do more than that
- flying dates whenever you feel stressed
- visiting the old temples
- constantly hearing the 'hera and zeus' jokes
- literally being an old married couple
- my boy jason loving teasing you while you're angry
- what can i say? you got your temper from your mother and he got his sarcastic behavior from his father
- natural leaders
- you being jason's mastermind
- you're the mastermind of all the big three's children atp
- him gifting you little things from your element
- like one time he gifted you a hair clip that was the shape of an peacock feather
- and you're constantly wearing lightning earrings
- matching jewelry but it's like.. a royalty level you know what im saying?
- like it's not some bracelet which made from the beads or string
- i'm talking about real silver or gold here
- and it's so minimalistic that it looks so good
- you guys are the most chill couple camp has ever seen
- like those couples on tv that ates their five minutes screen time
- wiping his glasses for him, even when he doesn't notice it's dirty
- he casually greets you by giving you a knight greeting, on his one knee, hand on his chest
- properly, like the queen you are
- zeus take notes fr
- long story short, you guys are too iconic but i guess i don't have to say that
#this been in my drafts for almost a fucking year guys#this is me writing for mha lmao#i read it again and LOVED IT#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#percy jackson series#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson imagine#jason grace imagine#jason grace x y/n#jason grace x you#jason grace headcanon#jason grace pjo#jason grace
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2KKKKK!!!! Congrats! I have a song equation!
Tinnitus BUT (demo ver) + enemy!Tae + angst + smut + slight fluff well since they do fuck- but they're still enemies on end.
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"You always tried to tell your friends you donât get along with Kang Taehyun. Did it work? Absolutely not. Now youâre stuck with him again, and thereâs no telling what insanity will take over you tonight."
taehyun x fem! reader // wc: 2.6k (everyone cheer iâm getting the hang of it) // enemies to enemies, hinted fwb (the term friends used loosely), smut, MDNI.
warnings: tyun is an asshole sorry guys. slight hard dom!tyun, a bit of switch!mc, semi-public sex(?), unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking, biting, handjob, slight strength kink, hand restraining, degrading, creampie, slight cockwarming
notes: iâm so close to finally following my own rules abt the word count limitâŚ! (i canât keep getting away with this đ)
Kang Taehyun was the bane of your existenceâ that much was obvious to anyone that spent any time around you.
He was arrogant, cocky, and overall an eye-sore; the first time you met, you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt, getting introduced through mutual friends and eventually forming a group that (unfortunately) included him.Â
It was bad from the start. He was a complete smart-ass and had a knack for making casual, blunt comments that would immediately put you down; youâre not even sure what the fuck you did to him, but you do know that you never let a single one of those snide remarks slideâ jabbing back just as hard, showing that you werenât all bark and that your bite hurt more than one would expectâ it got to the point where your friends knew that they should hold you back on a leash when you were around each other.Â
Sometimes, you couldnât even look at him; which is why you preferred to go to group events if you were explicitly told that Kang Taehyun would not be there, knowing that you would only ruin the night if you tagged along, more likely to start a fight than to try to actually enjoy yourself.
So to say that you were currently angry as you sat at a random table of a club, gritting your teeth and tapping your fingers against the table as you stared out at the dance floor, unable to look straight in fear of catching a glimpse of Kang Taehyun, was a severe understatementâ you were fucking fuming. Your jaw aches from how hard youâre gritting your teeth together.
âAre you gonna dance, or are you so up-tight that you canât even do that?â
âLeave me the fuck alone. I donât wanna hear it.â
Youâve been dealing with his witty remarks all night. Heâs just come back from the dance floor, hot and sweaty as the sight of a random girl getting all up on him practically made you gag; if you hadnât been chosen as the designated driver tonight, you wouldâve left long ago.
Whatâre friends for⌠you think bitterly, staring down at the water you only got to keep yourself occupiedâ you can feel Taehyunâs stare burning into the side of your face, and it only serves to make you more irritated as time goes on, hoping that heâll stop being such a creep and look away.
âWhat is your problem?â you hiss, finally having enough after approximately one and a half songs of him doing this. Like expected, your eyes meet his, and a slow smile creeps its way onto his face as he leans his head back, resting against the booth as he looks at you with low-lidded, hazy eyesâ heâs having fun getting under your skin, that much you can tell. You resist the urge to reach over and slap the stupid look off his face.
âAm I doing something wrong?â he asks, and youâre forced to lean toward him slightly from how quietly he talks, barely hearing him over the loud music that blasts all around youâ you scoff at his words.Â
âDonât act stupid, youâve been giving me problems all nightâ even now, donât think I didnât feel the way you were looking at me all weird.â
âI feel bad,â he confesses, ignoring the way you give him a scathing look as he continues, head lolling to the side lazily to watch the packed dance floor, âYou looked so pathetic over here by yourselfâ someone would think your friends ditched you.â
âIâm the designated driver,â you point out through gritted teeth.
âDoesnât mean you canât have fun.â he glances back at you, and you jolt slightly at the way his gaze rakes over you slowly, ââCause thisâŚ? It's just sad.â
âAnd what exactly would fun be to you? Practically fucking some other girl on the dance floor to the rhythm of some shitty pop song?â Fuck, heâs done it again. Heâs got you riled up and itâs only making you even angrier that heâs able to get you to this pointâ it doesnât help that heâs laughing condescendingly at your sudden outburst, shaking his head and muttering something that youâre unable to hear from the obscene volume of the music.Â
âWhy are you here then?â he asks, tilting his head slightly and raising that stupid brow of his, a habit youâve quickly come to hate, âTo have intellectual conversations with other patrons?â
You donât know what takes over you. Maybe youâve finally been pushed to your limit, pent up and frustrated with the fact that your friends continue to brush off the fact that you and Taehyun simply do not get alongâ your fingers might just break your glass from how tightly youâre gripping onto it, standing up so suddenly that your chair slides away from youâ but you do know that this was long overdue and well-deserved, throwing the rest of your water straight at him; a smile twitches at the corner of your lips as you take in the way his eyes screw shut and his brows knit together, left frozen as you take this moment to walk away, before you decide to say fuck it and really show him your bite.Â
You walk mindlesslyâ the dance floor is too packed, and you feel as though your body is way too lit up and restless to try and join inâ so youâre making your way to the bathrooms, the hall lonely and poorly lit as you open the womenâs restroom, slipping inside and ready to lock the door so you can finally take a moment to compose yourselfâ
âAre you fucking insane?â you donât think youâve ever seen Taehyun like this, eyes alight and livid as he stops you from closing the door, slipping inside and slamming it behind him, taking in the way you only take a step back and yell at him to get out, âYou need to start controlling that little temper of yours, cause youâve really been getting on my nerves recently.â
âOh really?â you laugh out, incredulous as you take a step toward him, pushing his chest roughly and forcing him to stumble back against the door, âBecause youâve been a total fucking angel, havenât you? All pretty and proper, such a good boy, right?â
âNot my fault youâre such a wound-up bitch that doesnât know how to take a joke and have fun,â he spits out, unfazed by the way you corner him and send him a nasty glare, refusing to back down even though you seem like youâll get physical any second now.
âTake a joke? Have fun?â you seethe, poking his chest as you speak, âEverything that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic attempt at low blow disguised as a joke. So forgive me if I donât find you funny.â
For once, Taehyun doesnât know what to sayâ all heâs able to think of is the way youâve practically pressed him against the door with your own body, the way his chest dully aches from the way youâve been poking at him, and the way your own is heaving slightly from how angry you are, lips parted and eyes blown out with rage as they flicker up to take in his expression.Â
A moment passes; then, your lips are on his, and his hands are on your waist, jerking you forward and forcing you to close any space left.
What possessed you to do this? Youâd rather not think about it, choosing instead to get lost in the feeling of Taehyun and push past the fact that itâs him, the man who likes to degrade others for funâ actually, you think you will think about it, digging your nails into his shoulders and taking in the way he groans slightly against your mouthâ and you quickly take this opportunity to take the kiss further, tongue eager to taste him as his hold on you tightens slightly.
âFuck,â he mumbles against your lips, feeling the way you refuse to part for longer than a second; he frowns, a hand going up to grab at your hair before heâs tugging at itâ using it as leverage to pull you away from him, watching the way your head slowly tilts back before your eyes are fluttering open, looking at him with such anger he canât hold back his breathy laugh.Â
âI canât believe you, youâŚâ he mutters out, and you can already tell heâs about to say something that will morbidly sober your clouded mind.Â
âShut up and put those lips to use,â you sigh, fingers tangling in the nape of his hair before youâre tugging him back toward youâ youâre holding back a smile at the way your hands smooth over his shirt, the material slightly damp under your skin and his hair pushed back from how much he ran his hands through it.
Besides the fact that your hand is currently undoing Taehyunâs zipper and his lips have begun to suck and bite at your neck, nothing has really changed; you can still hear him cursing you under his breath, feeling the way he lets out a shaky sigh the moment your hand wraps around his lengthâ teasingly stroking him, making sure to lead him on but not give him enough.  Â
Itâs all a game of cat and mouse, judging by the way heâs just as eager to try and pull sounds out of you. Though, when he sees his current efforts arenât working, he decides to take a different approach.
One thing youâll never be able to deny about Taehyun is that heâs strong; heâs proving himself now, pushing you back and making you sit on the sink counter with easeâ his hands are rough as he pulls up your dress, sloppy kisses still being laid out across your neck as he huffs slightly at your wandering hands; pulling away before heâs stepping back, slipping his belt off with ease and restraining your wrists with themâ quietly, you muse about him being oddly skilled at it, but youâre quickly quieted by the way he tugs at the belt again, tightening the item around your wrists and listening to the way you whine at the feeling.
âSuch a smart mouth,â he mumbles, pulling his cock out as he takes a look at you, eyes drinking in your dazed eyes and fucked out appearance with delight, âToo bad youâre too dumb to know when to shut up.â
Heâs grabbing your waist before heâs tugging you forwardâ you slide slightly across the counter, legs spread open as Taehyun stands in between, feeling the way one of them hooks around his waist before youâre tugging him in closer, eyes challenging as you raise a brow impatiently.Â
âDonât give me that look,â he scoffs, allowing his tip to run teasingly along your slit, feeling the way your walls flutter around him in response, âOr Iâll leave you here and make you wish you begged for me while you had the chance.â
âOh really?â you tilt your head, tugging him closer and feeling the way his tip breaches your entrance for a momentâ your breath hitches, and though Taehyun pretends to remain unaffected, you can feel his cock twitch with anticipation. âIâm sure youâre all talk.â
This, Taehyun decides, is about as far as allow you to continue to provoke him; heâs pushing into you with one swift motion, watching the way your voice breaks and your mouth falls open at the feeling of him inside you, thick and warm and full as you clench around him, your pussy already wet from the way he simply couldnât take his hands off you earlier; you hope he doesnât notice it, but the way his lips quirk to form his usual arrogant smile definitely isnât a good thing.Â
Taehyun doesnât give you a chance to adjust. He doesnât take it slow, doesnât ask you what feels good or what you likeâ he simply gauges your reaction and begins to fuck you, grinning at the way you whimper and whine that it feels good, throwing your head back and giving him access to mark your neck and collarbones, making sure to leave enough that youâll remember this for a long timeâ after a moment, you realize what heâs doing, cursing under your breath and pulling at your restraints as he simply responds by sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh.
âGonna make sure you remember this. Make people ask who you got these from,â he whispers, laughing mockingly at the way you whisper out a fuck you, retaliating by sucking harshly right at your jaw, just under your ear, âFeels good? Like knowing itâs me making you feel like this?â
You can barely process what heâs telling you; not when heâs grinding into you so good, his breaths heavy against your skin as he leans back up to kiss you once moreâ itâs a mess of tongue and teeth as you both fight to remain on top, the only thing you can still have control over as you sink your teeth into his lip meanly; he only reciprocates by fucking you harder, a hand reaching down to rub at your clit as he smiles against your lips, trying to keep control with the way you clench around him.
Youâve realized reluctantly that Taehyun is not all talkâ heâs found the spot that has your body tensing and your sounds becoming louder, undoubtedly beginning to filter out the bathroom as Taehyun slaps a hand over your mouth; sending you a harsh glare, his brows furrowing at the way you tighten around him and your mouth falls slack against his palm.
âBe fucking quiet,â he hisses, letting out a hitched breath at the way you only buck your hips in response, your leg locking around his waist and bringing him impossibly close as you look up at him, your eyes dazed and glossy as you feel the way his cock twitches inside you at the sightâ his pace picks up, and Taehyun can feel his high approaching, swollen lip bitten at and stuck between his teeth as he takes in the way you squirm under him, tears swelling at your waterline as you whine and moan against the palm of your hand.
Taehyun is the first to unravel; filling you to the brim, the feeling of his warm cum and thick cock that continues to rut into you enough to have you following soon after, chest arching toward him from the way he leans down in a sudden attempt to muffle his sounds, cruel mouth biting at the junction between your neck and shoulder as you merely curse at him in your mind.Â
He doesnât pull outâ if anything, heâs still fucking you slowly long after, a slow pace as he mumbles something about keeping you filled; you donât even have the energy to roll your eyes, resting your head against his own that is still buried in the crook of your neck, attempting poorly to catch your breath. After a moment, the reality of everything seems to set in, and your wrists ache.
âIf you tell anyone about this, youâre dead.â
He huffs in amusement.Â
âThis is embarrassing for me too, you know,â he mumbles, turning his head so you can feel the way he noses along the column of your neck, sighing slowly before he says, âBut I wouldnât be against it happening again. You know, just to put you in your place.â
The moment Taehyun takes this stupid belt off you, youâll show him what it means to be put in place.Â
But for now, youâll settle with the feeling of his cock still inside you and his arms wrapped around your waist. (For another thirty seconds, itâs been long enough and youâre sure there are others waiting outside by now.)
#[2k event!]#[song equations]#[nsfw]#txt fanfic#txt fanfiction#txt imagines#txt oneshots#txt ff#txt x reader#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#taehyun smut#taehyun ff#taehyun imagines#taehyun oneshot#taehyun x reader
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hellooooo!! so i read that one post where renzo want a sister and i love it a lot! đ. well i also have something in my mind. let's say that after rindou and reader trying a few times, she got pregnant. they have a hard time to explain to renzo that, reader's belly get bigger and bigger by each days cuz his sister is growing in it. at first he was like, "does mommy eat her?" and he was also curious how baby was made. he will ask about it all the time when he gets the chance. he even make a theory abt where did baby come from. he even begging to see the process of baby making (this baby is innocent, he thought it's something like candies making process đ). rindou and reader have no idea how to explain it so they always stay silent and let renzo talk about whatever it is. but somehow, renzo gets bored and stop talking about it. rindou and reader finally felt relieved lol. u don't need to make this long, a short drabble will do <3
How to make a baby
Rindou x reader
It wasnât long till you were pregnant with your second child and it was even sooner when you began to show.
With Renzo you were only showing by your fifth month but now with his sister it didnât take long, by your third month a little dome had started to appear.
And this little dome was the peak interest of your son. He knew that in that dome was his sibling the sibling he had been dying to have, the companion he would soon be able to play with and terrorise to his hearts content.
But as much as Renzo was interested in the dome he was more interested in how his sibling got in it.
âDid mommy eat my sister is that why her tummy is fat?â Renzo casually asked while he picked at his cereal, unaware of the stunned faces that you and Rindou had as your son had just asked the most oddest thing.
âDid mommy? Is my sister gonna come out with missing chunks cause mommy ate her?â Renzo continued asking now looking up from the bowel as you and your husbands silence only encouraged him to question more on the matter.
You looked at Rindou who quickly tried to diffuse the question.
âIâm not sure but your mommy does look fatâ Rindou said with a smile and a laugh which only made you wack the back of his head.
But luckily Rindous answer was enough to satisfy Renzo.
But from that morning Renzoâs questioning on the matter never stopped, at every possible moment that appeared he would ask on the matter.
âUncle Kaku says that babies come from eating seedsâ Renzo said while playing with his toy cars.
âWell then I guess his rightâ
And you didnât mind Renzoâs curiosity that was until Bonten had their monthly suppers.
You and Rindou sat casually at your table talking to Koko and Mochi until an excited Renzo came galloping towards you with a smile as bright as stars that decorated the evening.
âMommy!â Renzo called out as he ran in your direction.
âI know how babies are made nowâ he shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, as you choked on the water you drank at your sons words.
âWhat ?â You questioned worriedly as the young boy came to a stop.
âUncle Sanzu and Uncle Ran told me how babies are madeâ the boy said with a smile.
âOh did theyâ you said through gritted teeth as you looked over at your husband making sure he saw how irritated you looked at his brothers actions.
âYeah and daddy was right you did get my sister from eating herâ
âUncle Ran said you drank a lot of stuff so much stuff that it would fall out of your mouth and Uncle Sanzu said that it is like seeds but daddy seed and then it goes to your tummy and you falls pregnantâ
You looked at Rindou and then saw the two men appear from the door with a smirk as they looked at Rindou and then their smirk fell when they saw your fuming expression.
âThatâs so cool Iâm gonna call mommy seed eaterâ
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okay wait.. LEMME COOK. (this is a lil snippet of a fic i was thinking of.. lmk if u want me to make a full thing to it cause idk if i like it) alsoo thought of this while listening to chase atlanticâs tidal wave, so thatâs probably what itâs gonna be called âźď¸
nsfw under the cut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
so, beomgyu is at the beach with a few close friends, just for a casual outing. his friends wandered off to do something, surfing if he heard correctly, but he couldnât be bothered to learn so he eventually found himself at the bar.
as soon as he walked in, he caught a glimpse of the prettiest girl he had ever seen⌠cute little two piece, skirt at the bottom, crocheted bra at the top, make up and hairstyle cute with a few accessories to top it all off was what she had on.. sheâ no, you, were beautiful.
of course, after seeing you, beomgyu chose to walk over to where you where, and sat a few seats away so it wasnât⌠weird or anything. you saw him soon after and said hello, taking his order.
âyou guys have anything interesting? something i wouldnât find somewhere else?â youâre usual response got caught in your through as your pretty, pink lip gloss covered lips closed. âmm⌠well, we have a new cocktail we made a few days ago, but itâs still known beta so iâm not sure it would taste the best-â âiâll have that. whatâs it called?â
you smiled, really getting a good look at who was in front of you. his blonde locks, fluffy and covering his eyebrows, relaxed and calm expression.. he was handsome. pretty, even. but thatâs besides the point. âtidal wave. cause itâs blue and stuff, and it has a kinda beach-y taste, if that makes sense. just wanted to tap into the environment, i guess!â
you smiled, taking the crinkled ten dollar note from him, smiling even more when he refused to accept the change. after a few minutes, you placed his cocktail in front of him, and he was speechless.
to sum it up, it was blue hue at the top and clear at the bottom, in a shallow like glass. there was a lemon and a little yellow striped umbrella inside, with someâ uh, peach coloured shaved ice at the side of the top to resemble sand. on the opposite side along with the lemon and umbrella, was a piece of ice, somehow shaped like an ocean wave.
âitâs pretty..â he muttered a little loudly, not noticing your smug smile. pretty drink served by a pretty girl? thatâs probably the first time heâs gotten the best of both worlds in one night. but little did you know, he was about to rock yours.
âthank you. enjoy!â as you were about to walk away, he shouted a little loudly. âkeys! your keys.â you had left them on the counter next to him, after having to unlock the ice room for his drink. âoh my god, thank you! thanks for you i wonât get fired today.â he smiled, more of a smirk, and spoke. âdonât mention it,ââ
he stopped, realising he didnât catch your name. âoh, _______.â âpretty name for a pretty girl.. who serves pretty drinks.â you turned back to him, stopping your attempt at walking away so you didnât have to stare into his eyes again. only because youâd find yourself staring.
âyou are..?â âbeomgyu. or gyu. both work.â he started sipping at his drink, a satisfied look on his face that set ease at yours. âcute. call me to clean up your drink, we can talk more.â you paused as you walked away, âgyu.â a wink flashed against your eye as you finally walked off, leaving him to smirk dumbly.
if he wasnât feeling flattered, he wouldâve been thinking about all the ways he could have you, take care, or rather, fuck you so well that youâd flush out, creating a tidal wave of your own.. right between your pretty thighs.
but oh well, guess heâll think about that after finishing his cocktail.
THOUGHTS?? might make a whole fic abt it if u guys want :3
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.°Ë⧠part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°Ëâ§
tags: arguing, enemies to lovers, sick!reader, sleepy!abby, yelling on the street, readerâs ex gf, implied doing the deed VAGUELY in like one sentence, more to be added
there will be only ONE more part of this lil story, since iâm afraid of dragging it on for too long!! i might write smth more abt ellie/dina/jesse in this au, but thatâll be it i think! iâll be starting a smau soon tho :>
PART1 â PART3 â NSFWHC â N(SFW)HC
⢠after that first awful meeting, abby was ready to give you a piece of her mind. later that day, after a hectic day at work amplified her irritation, she couldnât hold back.
⢠she knocked on your door, red-eyed and raging, just hoping to get the conversation over with before she could finally rest in the comfort of her home.
⢠on the other hand, you were nervous; you cleaned your entire house, took one of those tiring âeverything showersâ and got dressed in a casual but put together outfit, hoping your mysterious blonde neighbor would appreciate it
⢠your first mistake was thinking abby would be softened by a cute outfit and some vanilla candles
⢠abby wasnât impressed at all. she thought your lilac baby tee was too tight and that your perfume was too sweet. you were annoyingly artistic and carefree in her eyes, unserious to a fault. all the traits that sheâd been taught to look down on
⢠so naturally, she chewed you up and spat you out.
âyou need to start being more thoughtful, you arenât living in the middle of a forest with nobody around!â
âand these parties? do you have to play the music that loud?! and who even are those people?!â
âdonât get me started on the singing and the overplayed songs you always go for. what do you even do for work?!â
⢠that was the drop that overfilled the cup and made the coquettish gaze you were sending your hot neighbor turn cold. complaining for ten minutes non stop about your loudness wasnât an issue. in fact, you were planning on dialing it down for the cute, frustrated doctor.
⢠but coming after you job? the thing you were extremely passionate about? no way youâd let that slide.
âwhat the fuck is your problem, huh?!â
â⌠my problem?!â
⢠and so the two of you kept arguing on the street for the next forty minutes, neither side letting up, until the couple that lived next to you peeked their heads out the window and yelled at you to quiet down, ironically enough.
⢠abby eyed you one last time, disheveled and agitated. she brushed loose blonde hairs out of her face and pulled her keys out, walking over to the steps that lead to her house.
⢠you were pouting; this didnât go as planned. you watched as she unlocked the door, her unforgiving gaze meeting you one last time before she left you with a final statement for the night, before she slammed her front door hard enough to shake both of your homes
âyou better be quiet from now on. or else.â
⢠you obviously didnât care at all what abby thought after this⌠interesting meeting, so you decided to be louder than before (if that was even possible)
⢠the following week consisted of the same old routine, over and over again. you would play the piano loudly, sing late into the night and invite friends over (even an ex girlfriend, making sure to moan extra loud that night)
⢠which annoyed abby to no end, of course. she calmed down to the best of her abilities, and decided to look at her options. she could call the police, but that was too far. you were still neighbors and she didnât want to risk getting a bad reputation with other neighborhood residents. and talking to you didnât help at all.
⢠so she settled on writing notes. every morning before leaving for work, blondie would leave a passive aggressive message taped to your front door, smirking as she did.
⢠she knew they would annoy you since she made sure to make them related to your job or your music taste or whatever she thought would make your blood boil.
⢠but you were unbothered and patient, choosing to save the notes in a box under your bed. all of then made rounds in various group chats since you were complaining to everybody and their mother that your neighbor (now known as abigail) was the worst.
⢠what made you show up at abbyâs door was a message that read: âmaybe you should learn how to sing before doing it this late. much love, your next door neighbor abigailâ
⢠you didnât find this note. however, your ex did, showing it to you as she laughed at how silly it was. you played along, laughing as embarrassment ate at your pride slowly.
⢠itâs safe to say that rekindling your romance with said ex didnât go well
⢠that night, you slammed your balled up fists on abbyâs door, ready to take action against her pushing your buttons with these notes. being embarrassed in the comfort of your own presence was different than being teased by someone you dated in the past
⢠abby opened the door, groggy and hollow eyed. she was wearing a dark blue pajama set, silken and fitted, and she had her neatly brushed hair let down. sheâs still so prim and proper, even when sheâs sleeping, you think
âwhaddya need, sweetheart?â
⢠the way abby spoke made you feel like your brain became scrambled. sweetheart?! where did that come from?! you quickly snapped back from your dazed gaze set on her lips and retorted:
âwhatâs up with these notes, huh?!â
âthey got you to stop, didnât they? youâve been awfully quiet all day today, unlike whatever you attempted to do last night.â
⢠you heated up from humiliation once again- so she did hear you and your ex! you stumble over words, crossing your arms defensively as you looked away, which gave abby enough time to rub the sleep out of her tired eyes
âkeep up with the quietness and we might even get along. is that all for tonight?â
⢠you let out an annoyed âhmph!â and ran back to your door, sending abby a heated gaze as you yelled a âgoodnight!â over your shoulder. the blonde shrugged and went back inside, unaffected and ready to sleep. you, on the other hand, started up with your noisy nighttime routine of trying to write the perfect song; you even opened the windows to make sure your neighbor heard you.
⢠and so, this routine continued on for the next few days; you would open all the windows, sing loudly, play music at full volume, hell- you even banged pots and pans just to get your point across
⢠who did she think she was, telling you to be quiet in your own home?!
⢠abby kept up with her newfound tradition of leaving you notes, some long and some short. she prayed you wouldnât pop up around the corner; facing you head on was a tad intimidating to her, but she would never admit that it was because of your attractive face and soothing singing voice. so, naturally, she kept complaining to her friends when they went out for coffee and rolled her eyes whenever sheâd hear you sneeze loudly though the walls you shared.
⢠but then, much to abbyâs delight, the crescendo next door stopped completely. the woman went on with her routine, choosing to ignore the eerie silence she was met with every day since last week. were you even alive?
⢠she noted that you werenât picking up her daily warnings either, and they had piled up on your doorstep after the fourth day of the absence of noise. on the fifth day, abby received an unexpected knock on her door.
⢠opening it revealed you, much to her surprise. snotty, sweaty, in a tiny t-shirt and a pair of suede shorts in late november new york cold, shaking as you tried to clear your throat.
⢠for the fist time since you two met, abby felt her heart squeeze because of some tight, uncomfortably soft and fuzzy feeling. a mixture of pity and the urge to coo at your sickly appearance bubbled up and made her gulp- had you always been this⌠helpless? meek?
⢠⌠cute?
⢠all of these thoughts that crawled their way into abbyâs head were solidified with one nasally question asked by you:
â⌠do you have any tylenon?â
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#tlou#wlw#abby anderson x y/n#tlou x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x you#abby the last of us#the last of us#ellie williams#sapphic#abby anderson headcanons
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ok i see everyone's "ballister and ambrosius as nimona's parents" stuff but i'm going to raise you this
Ballister and Dr. Blitzmeyer as nimona's parents
I know there's the Gay Dad au sanctifying ambrosis as nimona's dad but he seems to get frustrated with Nimona more frequently than Ballister and I kinda got the sense that adopting her was mostly Bal's choice. Don't get me wrong, ambrosius has moments where he enjoys himself and he loves her, but I don't think he's thrilled abt the idea of her being here forever. He gives "good at babysitting but needs to give the child back at a certain point" vibes and obviously he can't do that when it's his kid
However in the Everything Is Fine au (the one where they all live in the cabin in the woods) Blitzmeyer is Nimona's guardian and they move from the city to the woods together, eventually moving in w Bal and Ambrosius.
Besides this au I don't think Blitzmeyer and Nimona ever interact, but I thought it was very interesting how the one time they do, she's also Nimona's guardian (I believe that's the word ND Stevenson uses, not "parent.") Already in this one picture, they look happier than Ambrosius did lol
I'm sure movie ambrosius would be much more willing to try and get to know nimona but what if the sticking point is with her this time? She can't get over what he did to both her and Bal, he reminds her too much of Gloreth, she's still wary of anyone that was that ingrained in the institute, and a million other things. She knows he's really trying and feels bad about everything but bc of all she's been through, she's not quick to trust people who betrayed her. Especially if she's only had bad interactions with them until this point. She avoids/shuts down his attempts to connect with her and is generally closed off and angry when he's there. It's like a kid hating their new stepparent lol Both Bal and Ambrosius know it's nothing personal, just the defense mechanism that's kept her safe from people like ambrosius for so long, but it still hurts. Eventually, he gives up trying to reach out to her and figures maybe she'll come to him or maybe they just won't be as close as he hoped.
Now, Bal's weird science friend is someone more Nimona's speed lol Blitzmeyer has somehow remained almost completely immune to institute propaganda, doesn't really care abt breaking things (the law included) if it can further her work in some way, and is just kooky enough to appeal to Nimona. She lets nimona help in the lab and doesn't mind the million questions she asks because that's just another opportunity to talk abt her work. They go on some adventures getting stuff for Blitzmeyer's experiments and really bond. Eventually they become pretty close and Nimona frequently goes out of her way to see Blitzmeyer.
One night late in the lab, Bal mentions that Nimona really likes her and Dr Blitzmeyer is like "really? no, not that much." And Bal's like "no, really that much. About as much as she likes me actually." And then with creeping awareness they both slowly look at each other with the realization that they're co-parenting now and actually have been for a while. After the initial freak out, they keep going almost like normal but throw in an outing every other month or so. They'll take Nimona for ice cream or some other casual thing and she's none the wiser that they've figured her out. One night as they were coming home from a movie or smth Nimona says, "I'm so glad we did this, I love spending time with my two favorite people." Nimona keeps walking but they have to stop to silently freak out to each other a bit lol
The only problem is that they frequently get mistaken for a nuclear family on these outings. And it doesn't help that Bal and Blitzmeyer often refer to each other as "my partner." (They open a lab together at the end of the comic and I think they would as well after the movie, so they are literally business partners and lab partners. But I like to hc them in a queer platonic relationship as well, so the word "partner" has a double meaning here. Ambrosius is Bal's romantic partner and Blitzmeyer is his platonic partner. They all talked abt it, it's all good.) Every time this happens though, Bal has to explain that they're just friends and he actually has a husband back at home. Some people go "ok, 'just friends,' sure. wink wink nudge nudge ;)" or "ok... does your husband know...? That you... and her...? ok, ok." It makes Bal angry when this happens but neither him or Blitzmeyer cares enough to actually do anything about it. Nimona just laughs at the stranger's confusion at their unconventional family.
Anyway, they're just two friends who somehow found themselves raising a 1000 year old shapeshifter together lol Ambrosius is disappointed Nimona didn't like him as much as he hoped but now he can just stay home and vibe lol
#it's like a Laszlo Guillermo and Nadja situation when it came to raising baby colin. nadja wasn't involved at all and colin was their kid#nimona#nimona headcanon#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#meredith blitzmeyer#dr blitzmeyer#nimona comic
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HAAIIII.. erm.. could i request kurt being a creep abt reader? like reader is friends w/ kurt and kurts pathetic n awkward ugh.. maaybbee kurt coming prematurely n sum degradation? :p LOVE YOU!!
I combined these two hopefully that's okay
notes: GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING DEAD đżđżđż I just quit my job and then got a new one that kinda requires more work so I haven't had much privacy to work on anything, I also just completely lost my ability to write for some reason??? I've had horrible writer's block but I'm not quitting anytime soon so don't worry đź
cws: some degradation, premature ejaculation, kurt being kinda creepy, the reader is a little silly đş, overstim, kind of abrupt ending sorry guys đŤ¤
Though he was your best friend, he was a little creepy at times, and you're pretty sure you saw one of your favorite shirts that went missing a few days ago in the background of one of his videos. His gaze always lingered for uncomfortably long, especially if it was particularly hot outside and you were wearing less clothing than usual, but he was cute, so you gave him a pass.
Kurt was your best friend, so of course you stuck around him as much as you could. It was a completely normal attachment, so who did it really affect if you made an alt account to watch his streams? It gave him that dopamine he needed to see a new viewer, so you saw it as an act of kindness.
That was until you started to hear him talk about you while you wereâŚroleplaying as a different person in his chat. He started out saying casual things, you were hot, you had nice hands, etc. And it definitely turned you on to think about him being down bad for you. It almost completely changed when, during one of these streams, he had a very obvious boner while he was talking about you, to which you definitely rubbed one out.
The minute he ended the stream, you started to think of a plan. You had to fuck that man. The next time you saw him, you went all in with the touching. You sat in the passenger seat as he talked about something random to his chat with about three viewers, slowly sliding your hand over and resting on his thigh. He glances down at it, confused, especially as you join the conversation casually, acting like nothing is happening.
The next time you do it, it's when the two of you stop to get food from a food truck. Kurt went to get it while you sat with the live stream, but before he left, you ran a hand over his shoulder. He stared at you for a second, eyes slightly wide, before he got out of the car.
At the end of the day, you decide to hang out at his place. You were slowly growing more frustrated, none of your little hints working, though you were more frustrated at yourself for thinking they would work in the first place. You stand, coming up behind Kurt and putting your hands on his shoulders as he sits in his gaming chair. He's slightly startled, but pushes his headphones off and smiles up at you.
âKurt, we need to fuc- TALK. We need to talk.â You say to him, and he raises an eyebrow. You continue. âI know about your..feelings. I've heard you, I've seen the way you look at me.â
Kurt turns red, an expression you've never seen on his face, his eyes wide. âW-what are you talking about?â
You stare at him before going over to his pillow, lifting it and yanking your stolen shirt out from under it. He stands up, nervous that you're angry about it.
âI don't- I have no idea what that is.â He says, very obviously lying. You move closer to him, tossing the shirt down.
âKurt, you're a fucking freak.â He blushes even more and he barely knows how to react, but you glance down and see that he's getting hard. âYou're into that?â You ask, moving even closer to him, expecting him to back up, but he doesn't, he just bites his bottom lip slightly, closing his eyes for a second before staring at you with an almost needy look.
âI heard all of the things you said about me in those streams. I know what you want me to do to you..â You trail off.
âReally?â He asks. You nod, before sliding a hand down to the waistband of his pants, testing the waters. He doesn't stop you, staring at you with still wide eyes. You realize you're probably gonna have to do all of the work, so you lean in and kiss him, to which he automatically reacts, kissing you back. His legs almost buckle, and you push him back into his chair, straddling him. You're not certain if his gaming chair can handle the weight of two grown men, but there was only one way to find out.
You keep kissing him, and his hands move between your waist and the arm rests of the chair, not knowing what to do with them. Your lips move to his neck, and he lets out a desperate whine, almost suspiciously strained, until you look down and see the front of his pants slowly getting a dark spot. He looks at you, panting heavily as you stare back at him.
âSeriously?â You ask, deadpan. His face flushes, trying to find the words to apologize before you lean closer, kissing his neck again. âI barely even touched you.â You say lowly, your hand pulling his cock out of his pants, feeling it twitch from the sensitivity as he whimpers.
You slowly stroke him, his cum being used as lube as he moans and writhes underneath you. He looks up at you, his lips slightly parted as he tries to buck up into your hand. You speed up, kissing his neck again until he moans loudly, his hand gripping onto your wrist tightly, shooting his load across your shirt and hand. He pants heavily, head falling back with some of his hair stuck to his forehead.
You back off of him, standing, before unzipping your own pants, as he gives you an exhausted but very excited look.
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Let's be nosy and see what a few folks have been up to recently and/or since Somnium ended, shall we..? đ
Kaden/Joey are still around, somewhere.. Joey would probably tell you by accident, but Kaden keeps him on a tight leash. I very much doubt either of them have changed their ways, you can't teach an old dog new tricks and all that... I dunno if we'll really see em again properly, though I never say never!
Brynn, Ace and Robert may have left Del Sol, but Randy and Genesis are still stuck in their old ways. Sissy likes the attention and money from her "job" too much to leave. I think part of her still hopes someone's gonna whisk her away to a life of luxury and she'll live happily ever after, just like Brynn did.. assumedly đŠ Randy won't leave without her ofc, and he doesn't really like change anyway. He's lazy, what else is he gonna do?! The motel barely makes any money either, but he manages with a few odd jobs from the less savoury folks around town. They're doing swell đ
Luckily, no one ever ratted on Darien and he was far too careful to end up under the microscope without being exposed - especially since Wyatt left the scene - so he moved back to San My eventually. Ever the workaholic, he found himself a job at the same accounting/law firm as Wade (props to anyone who remembers him lmaoo) he doesn't need the money but he'd probably go insane without a job ngl đ He doesn't really find it easy to make friends either, and Wade recently found himself behind bars for a lil tiny bit of tax evasion so he's pretty lonely-.. although he did meet a fellow asexual lady friend he's been on a couple dates with recently. They have fun n' get on well, but she thinks he's this straight laced/awkward accountant and it makes him feel weird, like he's lying about himself.. so idk how long that'll last. I think he kinda misses being part of a "family", however fucked up it was.. but most of all, he just misses Wyatt đ
Alma and Mack have been hanging out more often recently, just casually tho u kno?? She likes her freedom too much to give it all up, and although he's a great lover, he's a terrible boyfriend lmaoo.. I think she's accepted that Mack is Mack so they're not making it serious or official this time. They're not exactly getting any younger either, may as well have some fun whilst they're still here, right?! Kobe's considering moving out 'cause eugh đ
Brivan n' co are just kinda living life right now, working, hanging out with Jacob/Suzie/Miya a fair bit and tryna get used to the news of Jude n' such u kno? Pixie's hitting her milestones like a champ ofc, but she's a picky eater just like her pappy đ
Bruno insists he's fine but he's been a lil quiet and weird recently. Part of him still struggles with his old self and his guilt, though he ain't exactly a talker, so he retreats into himself now and then instead. He's been thinking of proposing to Ivan occasionally as well, but he doesn't want to do it whilst he's in a funk AND he's a lil worried (aka majorly overthinking) the fact that Ivan might not take too well to being proposed to?? But wait, nah.. he'd love it, right? Maybe-.. unless he hated it, maybe he'd rather be the one to ask-.. should he? Yes-.. no, wait-.. maybe?!!? Probably-.. AGHHHHHFJSDK <- said Bruno's brain đ
Jessie and Ivan have been taking it slow, mostly since she's so damn busy all the time, but also 'cause they hardly know each other n' all. Ivan's kinda bummed she's slow to trust him, but he can't exactly blame her so he's being patient n' meeting them whenever he can. Jude is so smitten with his new pappy tho, he even wanted to grow his hair just like him đ Oscar n' Robin have tagged along a few times as well since the kiddos are practically the same age, but idk if Robin is too sure abt Jude just yet! He's very talkative and he's a big hugger.. I wonder where he gets that from?? 𤣠I think Jessie's finally warming up to the idea of sharing Jude 'cause she agreed to leave him alone with Ivan for a sleepover soon! They're gonna get dressed up n' head to Oscar's for a spooky party! Oh, and Oscar thinks Jessie has a nice rack....... boi plz đ
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Tilda - she's just existing rn tbh! She hangs out with Brivan/Pixie now n' then which she enjoys more than she'll let on! She's tryna stay away from dating and focus on herself too.. but she's not all that keen on herself so that's hard work đŠ a few dates here n' there but nothing interesting! She's also still ignoring her family.
Noah n' co - Aspen started teaching a few mommy/toddler yoga classes in the upstairs portion of Noah's gallery since he barely uses it, Juni loves it! Juni started ballet recently too 𩰠Noah's still salty with Oscar for not hanging out more but the man's busy dammit! I think Oscar's glad he's on semi-decent terms with everyone but he'd rather keep them at arms length so it stays that way skdjskjd
Salton - Alton's still Alton lmao.. though Sid gives him more shit nowadays since she's mostly retired she's realised he's even lazier than she thought and I'm sure she regrets letting him get a TV! She's a bit bored/lost tbh, which is why she hasn't fully retired yet.. introspection doesn't suit her (so says she) and she doesn't like all this extra time to think n' shit.. ough đ
Rhys & Tommy - both finished uni wooooooo! They're staying with Rhys' parents for now tho, Tommy's not rlly sure what to do with his psychology degree yet but he still thinks he'd like to be a psychologist so maybe he'll get a job/save up n' do his masters or smth?! Rhys has been taking on jobs as a wedding/event photographer for now, but he'd like to veer more towards photography as an art form-.. tho he's not sure how to go about that just yet either đ¤ they're figuring it out and they're happy so it doesn't rlly matter toooo much for now
Uhhhhh idk I've probably missed some folk out but feel free to ask abt anyone else in the comments! đ§Ą
#ts4#sims 4#simblr#ts4 gameplay#fib#fib extras#kaden#joey#randy#genesis#darien#alma#mack#kobe#bruno#ivan#pixie#jessie#jude#oscar#robin#look at all those tags#x.x#fkin oscar skjsdkj lmao#u can LOOK#đ
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Limitless Bond (Good Omens)
(Switch!Crowley/Switch!Aziraphale)
Summary : Aziraphale and Crowley have a tickle fight during their cute little movie night.
a/n : iâve been aziracrow pilled thereâs a worm in my brain screaming abt them at all times edit: reading this back iâve realized iâve never seen a single james bond film so take it with a grain of salt lmao
Word Count : 2892
hope u enjoy :D
. . .
Letâs do some math for a second.
Crowley and Aziraphale have been on Earth together for 6000 years. Theyâve been in each other's lives as hundreds, thousands of human generations around them lived and died. And yet, only in the 4 years after the apocalypse did they dare truly bask in one anotherâs touch. In 0.00066667% of the time theyâve known each other, Aziraphale and Crowley taught themselves to be truly comfortable in one anotherâs presence, learning about each other in ways they never thought possible.
Try not to think too hard on the numbers. Itâs quite difficult sometimes for humans to grasp an occult beingâs concept of time. Time for angels and demons is so wildly different from anything a human could ever experience, and that is exactly what makes Aziraphale and Crowleyâs love for each other so special and unique. Their time is limitless, so their love is limitless.
What a human can comprehend, however, is how infuriatingly frustrating their relationship must be considering the fact they refuse to actually talk about it. Non-humans are funny like that.
Why put it into words when they both know itâs there? Intrinsically, they feel it, they know it without a shadow of a doubt, and yet somehow they are both still too scared to talk. If they do, itâll make it real. Their love could literally break down celestial systems incomprehensible to the human mind. Or it could just result in some nasty paperwork. Either way, both sound horrific, and are things the angel and demon are silently working together to avoid.
Whether they ever choose to talk about it or not, those 4 years were magic on Earth.
During that time, Crowley learned that Aziraphaleâs hair might even be softer than his wings. Aziraphale learned scratching Crowleyâs back when heâs sleepy makes the demon smile without knowing heâs moving a muscle. A demon taught an angel to love roughhousing, and an angel taught a demon the joys of a good cuddle.
But possibly their new favorite physical affection to take advantage of was one they learned together on a casual, cozy movie night.
Aziraphale grinned as Crowley strolled into the bedroom, âIâve never seen that shirt before.â
Crowley pulled the shirt down to show it off, giving a little wiggle.âWhat, you donât like Bond?â
âI didnât say that,â said Aziraphale, âBut Iâve never actually watched the titular James Bond films, so I canât really say anything,â he said with a teasing tilt in his voice. He knew heâd get a reaction out of such a ghastly confession.
Crowley gaped, stuttering over incomplete words in shock, âWhaâyou, you neverâI meanâangel, thatâs gotta be illegal. Seriously, if I phoned the FEDs right now theyâd probably swarm in here guns-a blazing for your crimes,â Crowley shook his head, throwing himself onto the bed next to Aziraphale. âWeâre watching it now, I donât care. Youâre lucky I got you this TV set up last month.â
Aziraphale rolled his eyes fondly, but didnât argue. âYou canât be mad at me if itâs not my cup of tea. You know the kind of films I prefer, and I donât think these fit the list.â
âNo no youâll love it. Got all that romantic filler your heavenly heart desires,â Crowley said, the TV turning on with a flick of his wrist as he settled comfortably against his angel.
They watched together in an easy silence, Aziraphale trying to really gather everything he could from a movie he knows Crowley loves so dearly. Heâs not even sure which Bond movie theyâre watching at the moment, but he assumes itâs Crowleyâs favorite.
But during an intense shootout scene, Aziraphale does get a little bored. Heâs always preferred scenes of great dialogue, heartfelt moments passing between characters. Right now heâs just seeing mediocre special effects and lots of screaming. He gets the appeal, sort of, but itâs just not his thing.
Crowley on the other hand was as tuned in as ever. Aziraphale smiled as he watched his friendâs intense expression, seeing Crowley suppress his excitement over a movie he knows heâs had to have seen dozens of times now.
His gaze wanders back down to Crowleyâs torso, âWhere did you get that shirt? Really, I donât think Iâve ever seen you wear it.â
Crowley blinked like snapping out of a trance, trying to look nonchalant as insecurity trickled over him. âOh, this thing? Mânot sure I recall,â he snuggled deeper into Aziraphaleâs chest, âItâs my night shirt. Donât wear it often.â
Aziraphale squinted. âYouâre ânot sure you recallâ?â
Crowley looked up at Aziraphale, yellow eyes bearing into blue, âI donât want to talk about it.â
Aziraphale looked puzzled, shaking Crowleyâs shoulder playfully and smiling at the hiss it produced, âAre you hiding something from me?â
âNo, stop pestering me,â Crowley growled, but it was entirely unconvincing with that playful grin on his face. He faced the TV again as if his mind wasnât completely on the angel holding him tight.
âYouâre really not going to tell me?â Aziraphale giggled, âIt canât be that bad, darling, itâs just a t-shirt.â
Crowley groaned, hiding his face in Aziraphaleâs chest, âNooooo nonononono, Iâm not talking,â he said, words muffled in Aziraphaleâs silk pajamas.
Aziraphale raised his eyebrows playfully, rubbing up and down Crowleyâs back through the shirt in question. âYou know, humans have this fun little game they play to make someone reveal funny secrets. I only wonder if it will actually work on a demon.â
Crowley looked up at Aziraphale with a suspicious glare, âThe hell are you talking about?â
Aziraphale said nothing, giving a nonchalant hum. Instead, he moved his hand down Crowleyâs back towards his ribs, giving it a quick pinch.
Crowley squawked, arching away but getting caught in Aziraphaleâs hold. He snapped a look Aziraphaleâs way, âDo not.â
Aziraphale giggled in glee, wanting to clap his hands together but needing to hold Crowley close. âI wasnât sure it would work!â
âAngel-â Crowley growled.
âA ticklish demon. How silly~â Aziraphale sang, tickling into Crowleyâs ribs without wasting any more time.
Crowley bit off a yelp, twisting in Aziraphaleâs grip as if he was trying to get away (he wasnât, but heâs allowed to play along). But Aziraphale kept pinching and prodding and finally Crowley just couldnât hold back anymore, letting out a peal of giggles and laughs that had Aziraphale cooing.
âNonononohohoho!â Crowley shook his head into Aziraphaleâs chest, hiding his smile. His arm was a little stuck under Aziraphaleâs back, so there wasnât much else he could do.
âSaying no is what started this, dear,â Aziraphale smiled, bringing his other hand around to tickle into Crowleyâs neck, relishing in how high-pitched those giggles became. âGoodness, how ticklish are you?â
âI donât knohohow! Not tryna fihihind out-!â Crowley squeaked out the last word, finding out his ears are especially sensitive to perfectly manicured fingernails.
Crowley squirmed like a worm on a hook, pushing against Aziraphale without even meaning to, his head shaking back and forth like a protest to his giggles.
Aziraphale gasped, âIs this your first time being tickled, Crowley?â
âStohohop!â Crowley guffawed, hardly taking in the angelâs words.
âI asked you a question,â he said simply, pinching at Crowleyâs belly and watching Crowleyâs feet kick the sheets.
âFuhuhucker!â was all Crowley could get out.
âOh alright,â Aziraphale reluctantly halted his attack, carding fingers through Crowleyâs hair. âI said, was that your first time being tickled?â
Crowley huffed, pouting against Aziraphaleâs chest and keeping his gaze on the TV. âYouâre not even watching the movie.â
The angel chuckled lightly, giving Crowleyâs head a tender kiss. âItâs a lovely movie, darling, but itâs hardly as interesting as this little discovery.â
Crowley grumbled, mumbling a response into the silk pajamas.
âWhat was that dear?â
Crowley lifted his head with a devious look on his face, âI said youâre a prick,â Crowley dug into Aziraphaleâs sides, grinning wickedly at how wide his angelâs eyes became.
âAH! Cr-Crohohowley!â Aziraphale fell gracefully into his giggle fit, expelling his excess energy by gripping onto Crowleyâs wrists.
âSo I take it youâve never been tickled either?â said Crowley as he wiggled into the angelâs ribs, biting his own cheek when Aziraphale threw his head back in laughter.
âYehehes! I mean-! Nohoho, I-! Crohohowley plehehease!â Aziraphale never realized how difficult speaking could be when getting tickled. He truly learned something new every day with his dear demon. His mind was mush and all he could think about was how dreadfully ticklish he apparently was.
âOh poor angel, thought he could get away with teasing a demon,â Crowley teased, poking sporadically across Aziraphaleâs tummy and making the angelâs laughter grow. âNaaaah, now that I know your weakness Iâm never lettinâ you live it down.â
Crowley crawled on top of Aziraphale, shoving his thumbs into his underarms. âNO! Nohoho Crohohowley! Bad snahahake!â Aziraphale teased even through his laughter, unabashedly having a great time.
âYou having fun down there or somethinâ?â Crowley chuckled.
âYehehes!â Aziraphale squeaked, face turning pink from mirth.
Crowley shook his head fondly, not surprised in the slightest. But he could tell Aziraphale would probably appreciate some air soon, whether he actually needed it or not, and eased up. Not before giving his belly once last poke, of course, just to hear him yip.
Aziraphale giggled through his breath, hands resting on Crowleyâs thighs. The demon couldnât help blushing, but didnât move.
âI never realized it felt like that,â Aziraphale said, a smile etched between his rosy cheeks. âI knew tickling was used as torture way back when, but my goodness.â
âHuman vessels are a funny thing,â Crowley said, unsure of where to put his hands now that they werenât being used as weapons. As if Aziraphale could tell, the angel gently took them in his own, laying their hands down on Crowleyâs thighs.
They sat staring into each other's eyes for a while. It was such a comforting silence, one Crowley felt warm in. Why did Aziraphale always have to open his damn mouth-
âYouâre quite ticklish on those ribs of yours,â Aziraphale shot a cheeky grin, eyebrows up like heâs being clever. Crowley groaned, looking up to the ceiling.
âDonât remind me.â
âYou never did tell me where you got that shirt fromâŚ?â Aziraphale said, slowly loosening his grip on Crowleyâs hands before the demon squeezed back-
âIâll end you.â
âIâm sure.â
âIâm serious, angel. Death, discorporation, sooo much paperwork-â
âWas the shirt a former loverâs? Are you embarrassed, Crowley?â Aziraphale teased as he starting fighting Crowleyâs grip, their hands now playing for dominance.
Crowley grunted, not shocked that Aziraphale was winning their little fight, âGrk, no! ItâsâŚjustâŚa secRET-!â He was cut off by a squeak as one perfectly manicured hand tore from his grasp and gripped onto his ribs, squeezing and pinching and tickling. Crowley collapsed forward in his squirmy laughter, hand still holding tight to one of Aziraphaleâs.
âOooh a secret, you say? Do tell me more,â Aziraphale finally fought his other hand free, now tickling up and down Crowleyâs torso as the demon wiggled and laughed freely on top of him. His head was pressed firmly to Aziraphaleâs chest, and my that just wouldnât do anymore, now would it?
âYou keep hiding your smile from me! Itâs rather unfair, my face was on full display when you tickled me,â Aziraphale said before pushing Crowley to the other side of the mattress, tickling him the whole way down. He hovered over Crowley with a big grin.
âAhahangel! This is stupihihid!â Crowley cackled, head turning this way and that like trying to hide his face in the sheets surrounding him.
âWas it stupid when you tickled me?â Aziraphale accused, pinching Crowleyâs hips and smiling when he bucked and kicked.
âGAHAHAhaha-!â Crowley guffawed, finding words very hard at the moment. âNohoho-! Wasâ fuhuhunny!â
âOh Lord, now youâre just asking for it,â Aziraphale shot his hands up into Crowleyâs armpits. It tickled like hell (Heaven? no, definitely hell) on himself, so maybe itâll be the same for Crowley.
Crowley. Screamed.
Maybe scream is the wrong word. The sound that left Crowley was like a screech, a hurtle of pure loud noise that fell into cackles, squeals, and Aziraphaleâs favorite, the snort. Oh what a sound it was. The angel would never forget it (and unfortunately, neither would the demon).
âOh wowâŚâ Aziraphale giggled at Crowleyâs expense.
âAhahangel-! Iâshihihit-! Iâll tahahalk!â Crowley managed to get the words out through his laughter, a feat he wished he could be proud of. Aziraphale conceded even though he honestly really didnât want to. Crowley looked so cute when he laughed, it was hard to quit.
Aziraphale drew his hands away, and Crowley took a moment to catch his breath. When the moment faded, he threw a pillow over his face and screamed into it quite dramatically. Aziraphale pulled it off and held it gently in his lap.
âYou were telling me about the shirt?â Aziraphale said, scribbling a finger onto Crowleyâs clothed tummy. Crowley batted it away with a hiss.
âDo you even actually care about the shirt or did you just want an excuse to torture me?â Crowley tried yanking the pillow back but found it held in an iron grip. He settled for crossing his arms instead.
Aziraphale took his hand. âIf you really donât want to tell me, you donât have to. I just thought a game would be fun,â Aziraphale handed him the pillow.
Crowley took it, raising an eyebrow, âSo you were bored of the movie?â
Aziraphale winced. ââŚMeh?â
Crowleyâs face pinched in frustration, âBut itâs James ffffucking Bond! No one in the history of EVER has been bored by a James Bond movie, angel, you are literally setting records here!â
âI just prefer the softer films! You know, yourâŚPride And Prejudice types.â
âThatâs one of your favorite books, that hardly counts.â
âItâs still a good film!â
âOkay okay, point stands though, that you only did all that to get out of watching my movie. You donât actually care about the origins of my shirt at all, do you?â Even though his arms were already crossed, he made a little harumph motion with them, hand still holding Aziraphaleâs gently. He turned his head away from Aziraphale, feigning anger. Crowley did love a petty argument every now and then.
âOh come ooooonn,â Aziraphale shook Crowley by the shoulder with his free hand. Crowley said nothing. âDonât be like this, you know how much I hate the silent treatment.â
Crowley gave Aziraphale a pointed look that said âduh, why else do you think iâm pulling the silent treatment?â before turning back around.
Aziraphale sighed playfully, âWhatever am I going to do without you to talk toâŚâ He couldnât hold back a cheeky grin as he pinched Crowleyâs side, the demon flinching but still saying nothing. âWho will I complain to when my favorite books get turned into terrible films?âA few pokes to the belly, and Crowleyâs knees shot up. âWho will teach me about the different plant life in London?â Three pinches to the ribs and he heard a stifled giggle as Crowleyâs back arched away from his fingers.
Aziraphale let the moment hang in the air. He wanted Crowley to feel anticipation crawling up his spine. Aziraphale saw him squirm slightly into the sheets.
He quickly pinched up and down Crowleyâs side, from his hip to his rib, the demon flinching hard with a keening giggle. He rolled over quickly, ticklish laughter spilling from him as he slapped at Aziraphaleâs hands, feet digging into the mattress. âOkay okahahay! I gihive, you dihihick!â
Aziraphale pulled away for the final time, meaning it this time (well maybe, who knows with how playful theyâve both felt this evening). He laid on his back next to a sprawled out Crowley, putting his hand in hisâŚfriendâs.
They basked in each otherâs presence for a little while, rubbing their thumbs over the skin of their hands, playing with each otherâs fingers, once Crowley dared to tickle Aziraphaleâs palm. But then the credits started to roll on the film and Crowley felt the need to confess.
âIt was a convention.â
âHm?â
Crowley laid his head on Aziraphaleâs shoulder,âIt was a, erâŚngk,â he squeezed Aziraphaleâs hand, letting go of weird insecurities. ââŚa James Bond convention. They held one in London when those newer films came out. Iâm a pretty big fan, you know that, so I popped by, made myselfâŚknown.â His confession was awkward but very real, and Aziraphale could tell that even as silly as it was, it did take something for Crowley to admit that. âGot a t-shirt while I was there, thought hell, why not, Iâm here, the shirts here, probably made to be. So yeah. My new nightshirt.â
Aziraphale smiled so wholeheartedly at Crowley the demon was half-worried heâd pop something. âThatâs so sweet, Crowley. I always knew you loved James Bond, but worthy enough to have the Anthony J. Crowley show up to his convention-?â
âOhhhh bite me a new one, angel,â Crowley shook their intertwined fingers, getting even comfier against him. Aziraphale did the same, leaning into Crowley and wrapping an arm around his waist.
They didnât talk about this when they woke from their nap. They didnât need to. At least, they thought they didnât need to. Their time has always been limitless. They thought their love always would be too.
. . .
a/n : ok im going to sleep goobyeee
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Hellsing oc lmao ((more abt her under cut))
Part 1 ⏠⏠⏠Part 1½ áśť đ đ°
((side note; Before I start, I dunno anything about skinbenders if itâs an actual thing, I just got the name from a comic book character and then just freestyling the rest, and my writing is horrible.))
//ability//
Calico can shapeshift into much more than just animals or human. she can shapeshift her whole, or part of her body into whatever she wants, objects, weapons, animal-like, anything she wants. for an average skinbender, itâs easy to spot them through their disguises, they always look deranged, or somethingâs just off and inhuman about them. but not Calico, Sheâs always flawless with her shapeshifting ability and that fact does give her a bit of an ego. Calico has to wear oneâs skin in order to shift into what she wants, so does that also mean she consumes scraps in order to shapeshift into an object? MaybeâŚ
\\Likes \ hobbies\\
⥠Using her shifting ability, Calico loves to terrify the soldiers around Hellsing with her body horror, and Seras is definitely her favorite to scare, she would stand in dark corners and just stare. But unfortunately ((or fortunately ?)) the only people that wouldnât fall for her antics is Alucard and Integra, makes sense because Integra had to deal with Alucard within the second half of her childhood so she should be used to it at this point. and Iâm sure Alucard vampire senses would know Calico is there before she even get to do anything.
⥠shifting into a cat and pretty much doing whatever the fuck she wants.
⥠joining Hellsing was just like a retirement for Calico, doing random activities around the mansion while also becoming a vampire Hunter to satisfy her animalistic nature to kill. crocheting, bone collecting, gardening, just to name a few of her random activities, but her favorite out of all is baking, and sharing her baked goods to hellsing while theyâre completelyďżź oblivious rather or not if she ever put anything in the food theyâre eating, and she havenât... yet.
⥠Women. ((Not in that way))
((ok maybe a little in that way..))
//Dislikes//
⥠Bald people.
((k here some concept))
\\The character\\
⥠relaxed, serene, insensitive, sadomasochistic, two-faced, extremely kind when she feels like it, can be manipulative at times, and a challenge to provoke.
⥠Calico speaks with a lot of hand gestures, and even touch the person sheâs talking to, she does not acknowledge personal space, or possibly doesnât even care. Her voice is usually soft, calm and almost robotic in someway, with a Chinese Mandarin accent, but her voice does change when sheâs in her original form, itâs like a raspy, loud whisper. Calico has no filter, she would announce how ugly a baby is, in public, in front of the parents.. or casually ask a person why are they ugly, or bald. in other words she will say shit that probably shouldnât be said out loud, or say what everybody in the room is thinking out loud in an awkward situation as another example and all with a small smile remaining on her face.
⥠and thereâs other times sheâll just stand there like a statue if anyone isnât Interacting with her or just doesnât have anything else to do.
//more random stuff abt this character//
⥠Skinbenders arenât exactly born with a pacific sex or gender, all their genitals pretty much the same and can be used the same way as both human male and female genitals, in other words, you could breed or be bred by them. ((WTF DID I JUST TYPE IN BRO đ)) what Iâm trying to get at is Calico is technically a trans woman if you think about it.
⥠Calico forgets to blink sometimes, just putting that there.
⥠((I have this weird obsession with what a character bedroom would look like, so best believe Iâm gonna explain what her bedroom looks like,)) most of her room is completely normal, a dresser she never felt the need to use, a vanity and shelves occupied with her small animal skull collection but what sticks out the most is instead of having a bed she has a nest in the size of an average king size bed made from majority of blankets and pillows she have stolen around the mansion all occupying in the corner of her room, she could be very protective of her nest, only allowing the people she trust the most to even be near, aka Seras, Calico has tried inviting her master Integra into her nest, but was always rejected.. so thatâs why Calico has taken upon herself to settle for claiming her master's bed instead.
⥠Most of her clothing is made of her flesh.
⥠Calico is not completely emotionless she can make other facial expressions, a small smile is just her default / resting face. ￟
⥠If Calico actually labeled her identity, she would be an aromantic, pansexual, trans woman. but she doesnât feel the need to label it, so you would never catch her calling herself these things.
⥠Calico doesnât really see people as, well.. people. So this is how she view the main four !!
Integra ((But Calico personally calls her âmy masterâ))- Calico actually respects her authority and probably the only persons boundaries she would take into consideration. Also silly British hehehehe.
Alucard - Calico sees him as some vampiric Manwhore. But theyâre civil with each other, they like to have conversations and even sometimes play chess together.
Seras ((but Calico insist on calling her by her last name, Victoria.)) - ah she absolutely adore her, Calico would have her attend with her hobbies if available. Calico treats Seras as like sheâs a new puppy for her. So in case you havenât noticed sheâs obviously the favorite.ďżź
Walter - twink.
((thatâs all for now!! this may have some edits since Iâm never satisfied with any writing I do, and I will be making a part two lololololo.))
((Did I choose this silly cat video in particular because itâs a Calico? Yes, yes I did exactly that.))
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What is your favorite h20vanoss moment as of recent?
the problem with this ask is that it assumes i have One favorite moment. which means that i have to pick One.
... oh wait im the owner of this blog. i can do whatever i want. anyways so here's my top 10 favorite h20vanoss moments--
they're not ranked in any specific way. just listed.
"If we get out of here alive, will you kiss me?" fucking CLASSIC. i don't even need to link it because i'm nearly certain that almost everyone in the fandom knows about it. it's iconic. it's what singlehandedly drove h2ovan fans in 2016. absolutely insane moment. (I know that anon said recent but god i needed to toss this in)
"will you marry me?" almost comparable to the 'will you kiss me' clip bc it has a similar vibe, but not as deranged. the way evan leaned so heavily into the bit drives me INSANE like HELLO??? anyways. oh my god.
"I can be the H2O to your Delirious" buddy... BUDDY... the casualness of this took me TF out when i first listened to it. like it's something that came into his mind and he blurted it out without even thinking about it. like WHAT?? its so silly,,,
"Vanosslirious... Vanosslirious!" SURELY he knows the implication of this, right?? and the worst part is that he's done it before with the "Vanosslirious army". Also, everyone else's reaction implies that he's done this before????? like on a regular basis outside of recording??????
"those are yours!" (warning: slightly nsfw). the way evan immediately latches onto del??? and then immediately turns to lui and brian with the: "now you get to know OUR secret now",,, like what are the implications of that??? what??? sir please come back here and EXPLAIN
"I think you're cute" i don't even need words for this. like, i swear this man has him on his mind CONSTANTLY.
"would you like to be 'love fist'ed?" (if not explicit already, nsfw clip). The way that he didn't even HESITATE to bring that up, and then the following clip afterwards?? his enthusiasm??? what????? i can't with them.
"because I want you to feel warm in my arms" the way that this was said so quickly, so softly, like this isn't his usual way of talking. this felt like just auto-fill and what immediately came to his mind.
"see your face... everyday" WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THIS? like taken with del's notoriety for being faceless, this casual line carries so much behind it?? and then the clip immediately gets cut short so we don't even know what happens afterwards. it's something that blows me away.
"I know that we have the most perfect apartment" Honestly, the entire intro from that video counts as a moment in itself, because it's so stupidly domestic and so so different from the casual other moments??
this was honestly so hard bc there are honestly so many moments, but the thing abt it was that they were littered throughout videos, that it would be difficult to collect. some don't even involve del being in the video itself, like evan bringing up 'selvin' again in a Dude I'm Not Scared video, saying del's name out of nowhere and including him in bits and clips. and del name dropping evan several times and addressing their closeness explicitly. anyways, i hope you enjoyed this post :)
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911 Lone Star Rewatch Notes~ Season 2
Been recapping the episodes for myself as a refresher; posting this one late from the drafts, but oh well!
2x01: Back in the Saddle
why tf don't I remember a stolen military tank driving down the street? lmao
Police on the scene: "And if he decides to shoot at us with the cannon?" "..Duck." đ¤ Carlos <3
ohhhh now I remember: Owen->đ§ââď¸đ<-the tank RT UP 2 HIS FACE
I remember loving Tommy's entrance/introduction. She was a great addition in s2.
Tommy is so calm, lol, while this roller derby girl has a piece of floorboard sticking thru her torso
..and her arm?!?! Ooo that looks painful
"Is it that noticeable [that he's stressed]?" "I noticed and I'm pretty sure I haven't looked at you since you walked in." Marjan (loml)<-->TK dynamic things & "I noticed her noticing." ok, i love Paul (nothing new)
Carlos massaging TK while he's stressed and telling his divorced-kid experience story. (it's abt the details)
Tommy getting harnessed up to climb a cell tower, making a tourniquet at the top, and being targeted by a crossbow shooter in her first episode. They put the paramedic in action.
lmao "We're taking fire." "Did you just say â? ..we don't hear anything down here." I love the crossbow angle; it's so unserious.
"You know if you get yourself shot again, you're never making it out of the doghouse." (he cares so much) -- "Firefighters. You really are a smug bunch." "You love it." â¤ď¸
"TK knows [abt his dysfunctional divorcee parents hooking up]." "Everybody [knows]." I love their healthily dysfunctional lil family dynamic
2x02: 2100°
I never noticed Owen kind of side hugged his son-in-law before he was his SIL at the cancer remission party
Is this back-to-back episodes of the first (on-screen) times TK and Carlos call each other babe (Carlos in 2.01 and TK here)? They "moved in" and became domestic immediately.
How did Carlos get away with that obvious (poor!) deflection about meeting his parents?
Also how did I kind of miss TK's kindof delection (embarrassment) from how happy he was and jumping to progress the relationship by bringing up Carlos' parents casually in conversation (and he was soo offended in 2x04 after a full season of avoiding a relationship <3)
"I get to rappel into that?" " 'Get to?' That's an interesting choice of words. " Marjan-TK friendship gets to shine!
At the pool scene, why did Nancy actually freeze???
Ok, she redeemed herself and performed the rescue act.
I didn't necessarily expect Tim to survive, being a recurring character and all, but that impact of the lava ball was shocking the first time I saw it...right before the cut to commercial.
Mateo says he was asked to report on what HE saw? (ig they could just ask everybody, but..) I wonder if he and Nancy will ever talk about/mention Tim's death in conversation. [I think they do when they connect later (to go to counseling???)]
It's actually crazy how little time Captain Vega was there before some insane disasters occurred.
Buster (Keaton), the cat, this is your introduction.
Marjan and Paul boxing together â¤ď¸
You see the difference in how long they've been together by how Grudd and Tarlos have their comfort scenes and TK not really expecting for Carlos to be waiting on the stairs vs the assurance with Grace waiting in the bed already and simply reaching back to hold his hand. Both couples don't need to say anything. It's a big moment for tarlos, because they're a newer couple.
2x03: Hold the Line
kind of pleased that I just so happened to reach this episode when I reached the s4 episode of og on my binge-watch
Tell me why I don't remember Eddie being from Texas (idek)??
"I think that guy [Buck] is staring at you." (and Marjan's head whip); this was so funny
Buck, Mateo, & TK being the ones to end up on digging duty is the most fitting scenario of what you'd expect for each of them (& ofc Marjan and Paul get out of it by volunteering for the other job)
First time I saw this I wasn't watching 911 and wondered why this guy was even flirting w/Marjan
Why do I think the pep talk Judd gives to the "scrawny" boy about fighting back is meant to be significant to his own exp. (I don't remember it coming up later; could relate to his ptsd idk)? Edit: I wonder if it was him thinking abt his friend we find out abt in 2x09?
tarlos phone call even when Carlos isn't in the episode <3
"Dumbass and Dumbasser"
TK and Carlos SHOULD find themselves in LA & reference the gaydar now that Buck is confirmed bi
2x04: Friends with Benefits
They mention Owen's fear of clowns here, before we ever find out how deep it runs.
"I do like people to know you're mine." & the "maybe we should [come here more often]." (no reason for this I just love) â¤ď¸
This is based on nothing substantial but will Carlos & TK move at the end of season 5??? [oh my god i was right!] prob not (just cuz he wasn't set on staying close to family and asked would he move. "If it was for the right person."
I love the awkward Carlos parents meeting so much. Poor TK. This is why I was waiting w/all the TK getting settled into the new relationship notices (he's so much more outwardly emotional about things than Carlos atp)
note: Marjan is 25. She mentions with her fiancĂŠ that they always planned to marry in 5 years when they're 30.
2x05: Difficult Conversations
"Guardian Angle" poor Mateo
Gwyn and Owen were such a mess, but they were a perfectly matched mess
Poor Grace (father cheating) / Grace and Judd are so healthy/respectful of one another (Grace reassuring Judd before he has to say anything, and him respecting when she doesn't want to talk about it)
2x06: Everyone and Their Brother
I feel like they've been pairing Marjan, Paul, and Mateo more as a trio this season and it's a fun combo of personalities. Then, they've been showing a lot of Judd-TK.
"What made you change your mind?" "I am going to be a father." Do not do this to me. đ Do not say this to him.
and TK deciding he wants to be a paramedic this episode, making his own path away frm his dad (a good arc, I like)
2x07: Displaced
Poor Nancy; it's not just that she's missing Tim, it's that she's missing her old team and how she, Michelle and Tim had their own work fam dynamic
(because this brought unexpected hilarity) the Magnetic Field MRI call >
Did they just randomly mention that Paul has ridden a motorcycle (got into an accident)?
2 times they just randomly have Ronen wearing an earring this episode, & I know it's more fitting for his character than Rafael's, but the fact we'll never get both on screen at the same time..
It hurt my heart how the baby wasn't Owen's, but it led to some good stuff next ep, so ready for that!
2x08: Bad Call
marks 1 year of TK's sobriety
Why have I never noticed JUST how cute Carlos' ecstatic clapping at the end of TK's speech is? (also long Grace-Carlos embrace in bg of Gwyn & Owen talking!)
"I trusted my instincts like you always taught me." "Ah, yeah, see, but the thing is, son, you gotta have the right instincts." i love this Carlos-centric ep
Carlos and his future father-in-law this ep â¤ď¸ (he actually gave him more encouraging advice than Gabriel abt trusting his gut đ˘/ (both words can be helpful) )
TK just straight up told Nancy about his parents baby out of the blue on the way to the call (ok, they're friends!)
2x09: Saving Grace
1995(12 yrs old)->2020: Judd is 37 as of
I know Judd wouldn't feel this way, but the accident was actually his friend's fault by pushing down on the pedal
the correlation of Judd feeling responsible for his friend's accident to feeling responsible while he waits for Grace to wake up
đđđ is all I have left to say for this ep
99% expecting Grace to be in Graduate School for s5; we'll see
2x10: A Little Help from My Friends
the Tarlos move-in episode (well their new home doesn't last long)
TK: "Carlos is making his grandma's ropa vieja.." 𼲠I can't wait for our husband's era
I loved the Mateo-Owen roommate arc
It just occurred to me how technically the fireteam (minus captain) will be only Mateo, Marjan, & Paul without Judd and TK's long-standing paramedic title now. (because this szn we see the 3 of them bounce off of each other a lot more & that will be present in s5)
Carlos was put on the spot during that intervention and he still doesn't feel comfortable calling him "Owen" my bbyđ
2x11: Slow Burn
This is the second storyline where Marjan's been put in a position to feel like she needs to step back from something, because of perception w/her online presence.
"...a easy mistake-" "that our son should've corrected" why did I never notice the REAL accusation in that line?! (i think it just feels like it because of Carlos' reaction afterwards; i could write a whole analysis on the Gabriel-Carlos miscommunication + their backstory đ˘ s5 is gonna break me!!!)
2x12: The Big Heat
idc, I like Billy now (his deadpan is funny)
The consistency of Judd playing video games in scenes is đŻ (appreciate the continuation)
Again, Tommy went thru it her introductory season. Charles đ
2x13: One Day
not much to add here; this episode is really sad for Tommy-
but man, I forgot how heartbreaking that opening scene is!
2x14: Dust to Dust
2 weeks since Charles' death
wait I can't remember what happened after Tommy saying she was retiring...
Aww Nancy "..how I wanna be as a paramedic, as a captain, and hopefully one day as mom"
..oh, that's right, Tommy realized she needed to go out in the dust storm & that helping is her calling (duh)
Mateo's a firefighter! (I totally forgot this (when, i mean))
oh that's right, I hate Billy again!
I think I'm gonna write very little for these since I've seen all of this before and then, I end up with long posts.
#911 lone star#owen strand#tk strand#carlos reyes#judd ryder#grace ryder#marjan marwani#paul strickland#mateo chavez#gwyn morgan#billy tyson#tarlos#tommy vega#nancy gillian#911 lone star rewatch#s2
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