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#ford and tango are sharing the attic
zimms · 1 year
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thinking about ford and tango sharing the attic in their junior year. thinking about ford and tango reluctantly getting rid of the double bed and giving it to nursey, so that he's not just sleeping on the bunkbeds anymore. thinking about ford and tango who stop bringing hookups back to the haus the second junior year begins. thinking about ford and tango who constantly push their beds together because they're both 'tactile people who sleep better with another person in the bed.' thinking about ford and tango who constantly dance around defining what they are to each other. ford and tango who slowly fall in love with each other over the year.
but then ford and tango who both feel like there's something missing. ford and tango who subconsciously leave a bit of space between them on the mega bed they make every night. thinking about ford and tango who drag whiskey up to the attic at every chance, hanging out there into the early hours of the morning as often as possible. thinking about ford and tango, who when whiskey says he needs to head downstairs, just flop onto the bed and tell him to stay. ford and tango who shuffle aside when whiskey comes up onto the bed between them and come back together to hold him just as they've wanted to all year. ford and tango and whiskey finally figuring out what they want from each other.
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cricketnationrise · 3 years
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OMGCP Anniversary Week: Day 1
@omgcpanniversaryweek: day 1 - character
Oh fuck this.
Denice manages to roll out of bed and stagger to the bathroom, fighting the pain in her abdomen and the pain in her lower back the whole way. She does not have time for her body to betray her like this, It’s Tech Week for fuck’s sake.
Right now, the need for a heating pad and some Midol is overwhelming everything, but she knows there’s no way she’s going to make it all the way to the kitchen and back up to the attic.
She doesn’t have classes until her afternoon class in the theater building so at least she doesn’t have to figure out how to function in public yet. Another stab of pain shoots through her as she curls up in bed, trying to figure out how to muster up the energy to move.
Suddenly, she hears Nursey, and his baritone is like the clouds parting.
“That’s a major fine C! If you are gonna fine me and Dex for that, there’s no way I’m not fining you and Cait!”
This one time, she’s thankful for her loud hockey bros. Denice grabs her phone and texts her possible savior.
Denice: you’re still in the Haus? If you’re not on your way out the door can you bring me a warm heating pad (mine is under the sink and just needs like a minute in the microwave) and Midol? I already have a water bottle up here
Cait: absolutely! Have you had anything to eat yet? Never mind Dex made WAY too many eggs I’ll bring you a plate
Literally thank god for Caitlin Farmer.
“Hey Denice, I’m coming in,” comes Cait’s voice a few minutes later as the door opens. Cait’s carrying a tray that has a pill bottle, a plate of steaming eggs and toast, and, the holy grail, Denice’s warming pad.
“Oh thank god, I love you so much.”
“Of course!” Cait says. “Do you want to borrow my plug in one? I left it here last week.”
“That would be amazing,” Denice says as she tucks the heating pad in place and starts to eat. The sooner she gets food in her, the sooner she can take the Midol.
“I’ll go grab it.”
Denice texts Chowder while Cait’s gone.
Ford: your girlfriend is literally perfection
Chowder: SHE IS PERFECT THANK YOU SO MUCH
Denice: Are you absolutely sure you want to be dating her Cuz like I’ll take her off your hands
Chowder: get back witch I’m literally in love with her
Ford: booooo Okay If you’re absolutely sure
Chowder: You helped me pick out the ring???
Ford: 😘 I guess I’ll find my own If I must
Chowder: you must 😘
“Okay here it is, I’ll move your surge protector closer so you don’t have to leave bed if you don’t want to.”
“You’re amazing thanks again, Cait.”
“Got your back.”
“What were they fining you guys for anyway? That’s how I knew you were here, bless Nursey’s stupidly resonant voice for once.”
“Visible hickey,” Cait shrugs as she pauses in the doorway, ready to head back downstairs. “Just one. Not like Nursey can talk, he and Dex had about ten yesterday.”
“That checks out, honestly.”
“See you later, Ford.”
Denice has just finished eating when her phone starts buzzing.
Legends Only
Tango: Why is Farmer threatening me and Whiskey into bringing you dinner tonight? We were already going to? You never remember to eat properly during tech week.
Whiskey: yeah I was about to ask if you had any requests for tonight since it’s my turn to buy
Foxtrot: period started Massive cramps Much pain very wow
Tango: ☹️ noooooo
Whiskey: you need one of us to come back before your first class?
Tango: We absolutely would!
Foxtrot: nah I’m good Cait brought me some stuff I should be mostly human by the time I have to leave for class
Whiskey: 👍
Tango: sounds good! Feel better!
Whiskey: so you’re basically drowning trying not to be a lesbian on main, right?
Foxtrot: shut UP Leave me alone I don’t feel well
Whiskey: :p
Foxtrot: I did text chowder and ask if he was sure he wanted to be dating her
Tango: Didn’t you help him pick out a ring for after graduation?
Foxtrot: yes But god at WHAT COST
Whiskey: haha
Tango: bahahahahahahhaa
Whiskey: get some rest Foxy, see you at dinner
Foxtrot: I was gonna say I don’t know why we’re friends you’re so mean to me But then I remembered you’re bringing me food See y'all later 😘
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dexondefense · 4 years
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There’s a lot of hysterical side plots happening in Check Please right now and honestly the entire dynamic of the Haus after Bitty leaves is killing me but right now my FAVORITE part is that Tango and Ford might be sharing a room. Like I have no confirmation of this beyond someone telling me Ngozi said so and I’m just gonna accept that as the truth because it’s so goddamn funny. This is unlimited comedic potential. 
Tony Tango “The Slut” Tangredi is gonna share an attic room with either a curtain or a very flimsily built wall separating him from Ford and that’s just gonna be a thing they deal with. The option for Whiskey and Tango to share a room -the obvious choice- was right there but Bitty HAD to connect to Whiskey in some way before he left so he doomed Ford to this shit. Whiskey refuses to switch. Denise “I would have banged a LAX bro too if I knew it meant I got my own room” Ford. 
It doesn’t matter if Ford is straight, bi, a lesbian, or ace, because no matter what the situation is this is an absolute nightmare. She doesn’t even know where he finds all these girls. He’s somehow at once both the dumbest and smoothest man she has ever met and she knows WAY too much about his personal life. He had a threesome one time. She didn’t even know that happened in real life outside of Hollywood coke parties. 
Nursey: I haven’t gotten laid in forever Tango: Haha me neither. Ford: It’s been five days. Tango: Oh wow I didn’t think it had been that long. 
Dex offers to try to turn the shed out back into another room. She considers it. 
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jzg-tofu · 4 years
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Some Bully/Tango (Bango) headcannons for my own self indulgence
I was inspired to do write this after doing @birlcholtz rarepair ask the other day here
Tony asks Ford to teach him how to braid hair in different ways so he can help River with it
They like to go roller skating together
They like having picnics by the pond cause they both like the ducks
Tony has “borrowed” a few too many of River’s jackets/hoodies
THEY LOVE PLAYING WITH EACHOTHERS HAIR ITS A GIVEN!!!
After moving into the attic Tony has tried several times to get River spend the night
Ford is not a fan of the ‘sleep overs’
Also Tony has a twin sized mattress and River is BIG so sharing the bed is hard anyway
The first time River visits Tony’s family they prepare a big Italian dinner for him to show they support them
Also River still has problems remember the names of the Tangredi’s outside of Tony’s immediate family
That’s all I have for now. I haven’t really written any fandom related stuff in ages so sorry if it’s not really good, and don’t expect to much content from me yet since I’m very rusty. But feel free to add more headcannons if you want!
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likeshipsonthesea · 7 years
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         On moving-in day, emotions are high, as is the radio, and mostly everyone is sweating and/or in some kind of state of undress. Nursey, who falls into both categories, as he is glistening and smelly as well as shirtless, is busy carrying boxes up and down the Haus stairs. Having already transferred all of Lardo’s stuff into the moving truck that is taking her, Holster’s, and Ransom’s stuff to their newly leased apartment in Boston, Nursey is now transferring his own things from the carts the that he and Dex borrowed from Faber that are traditionally used for moving around large amounts of equipment to his and Dex’s new room.
         His and Dex’s. It’s stupid, but there’s a little fluttering, not unlike the butterflies that Nursey finds to cliché to reference, in the middle of his chest at the thought of theirs. Even if it’s a shared room. Even if it’s a forcibly shared room. Nursey, who is now painfully familiar with the tango of unrequited love, takes what he can get.
         He sets down the newest box next to a couple of other ones on the desk that Shitty left, Lardo kept, and is no handed down to Dex and Nursey. They managed a pretty good set up, considering that the room really is meant for only one person. One bed, which Shitty had pushed up against the right-hand corner when you first enter the room, has been put back from where Lardo had it up against the wall of windows. It’s a raised bed, the same one Shitty used, and it had been salvaged from the basement and cleaned and checked thoroughly for weaknesses prior to being installed by Dex. Where the closet used to be, but now is just an alcove-type thing due to a mishap with a sledgehammer in Johnson’s frog year, houses the other bed. That bed takes up the entire space of the alcove and is a cozy place to study. Nursey got dibs on that one, simply because he and Dex decided that a drunk, clumsy Nursey would never be able to get up the ladder to the raised bed. A desk is shoved next to Dex’s bed and a dresser and a clothes rack have been squeezed in to make room for their clothes.
         Dex says that he’ll put up some shelves for their stuff in the fall, but he wants to wait until he can get back home to get the wood. One of his uncles runs a lumber yard and will give him a discount on planks, and his part-time job at a hardware store up in Maine has an employee discount on the various hardware that he needs (Nursey stopped listening after Dex started mumbling to himself about bolt sizes. It was easier just to watch his lips move and sigh.)
         It’s a good set up and they won’t be on top of each other if they’re both in here at once. They’ll probably survive. They might even be able to manage a few good memories. Nursey’s eyes catch on the slit in the flooring, where a quarter rolled itself not three months earlier, and his subconscious starts spewing musings of fate. His lips quirk into an unbidden smile, just like they had that day. No, he hadn’t been able to conceal his excitement at the thought of sharing a room with Dex. He had been incredibly disappointed to learn that Ollie and Wicks had gotten the attic, and not just because that had meant, at the time, that he and Dex would have to fight over Lardo’s dibs.
         “Nursey, honey, come downstairs!” Bitty calls. Nursey shakes himself and follows the voice down to the kitchen, where most of the SMH, plus a few more, are congregating over an apple pie alamode because it is fucking hot. Caitlin came over to help move them in, so she and Chowder are sharing a piece of pie- fine, Nursey thinks, but doesn’t say. The season’s over; no more fines. Dex had gotten his dryer back in February and everything Valentine’s Day entailed. Nursey had spent his birthday fining the team right along with Dex, and then they watched Monty Python movies and ate the birthday pie Bitty had made Nursey together on the couch. Nursey considered it to be one of the best birthdays he’d ever had.
         Aside from Chowder and Caitlin, most of the SMH couples were present as well; Jack and Bitty, Lardo and Shitty, Ollie and Wicks, Ransom and Holster (who weren’t dating, but everyone considered them a couple), and Ford and her most recent drama girlfriend. Sadly, none of these girlfriends stuck long. As well as the couples, Johnson had also come back to visit, and Tango, Whiskey, and Whiskey’s lax bro friend, Baby Chad (who everyone had agreed was kind of alright) were there to help move as well. It was a big job; clearing out Lardo’s room and the attic and then moving all of the new tenants’ stuff in. Nursey’s stuff had taken the longest, boxes and boxes of books, so he’d been left to finish up his own stuff alone as the rest of the guys set up the stuff for a picnic.
         Dex slides into place next to Nursey, offering him one of the pink hard lemonades that Bitty had gotten everyone addicted to. Nursey takes it with a small smile and marvels a bit at the similarities between the color of the drink and Dex’s skin in the almost-summer heat.
         “I have to set up some shelves and we’ll definitely need more space for all your fancy hipster clothes, but I think it’ll be okay,” Dex says, eyebrows pulling together seriously before smoothing out as he finishes the sentence, offering Nursey a small smile.
         “Hmm, yeah.” Nursey takes a sip of lemonade. He glances at Dex and grins. “It might not suck.”
         “Of course, you will have to keep your books from getting underfoot,” Dex says, the tone he uses for their banter tinging his words playfully.
         “And if I step on some kind of hardware thing, I’ll wake you up with a bucket of water.” Nursey nods seriously. Dex nods back.
         “Of course.” He takes a sip of his own drink. “And if you try to talk to me while I’m tweaking over school work, I’ll put a live lobster in your bed.”
         Nursey can’t help but laugh at that one after all the references to lobsters that he’s made Dex endure over the past two years. Dex smiles back, arm paused halfway through the motion of bringing up the lip of his bottle to his mouth, and it’s such a good look on him that Nursey can’t help but sigh through his nose.
         “Look!” Chowder cheers, smiling brightly and a little too much- he’s probably hit the hard lemonade too. “ They’re getting along!”
         The rest of the group laughs as Dex says, “Don’t get used to it.”
“I bet this’ll be the last time they get along until graduation,” Holster says, grinning happily even though his cheeks are tear stained from earlier.
Dex flips him off good-naturedly. Then he rolls his eyes, sharing it with Nursey, as if to say, they’re ridiculous. Then he grins, a bit of mischief in his eye, and Nursey takes this to mean, let’s prove them wrong.
         Yeah, Nursey thinks, let’s.
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dexondefense · 4 years
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have you considered though that tango and ford are in ~love~ ?
While this isn’t NEARLY as funny as my first instinct of Tango constantly wheeling and Ford just living in her own person hockey bro Hell, I have absolutely considered this because they would be a VERY cute couple and I support it. 
If we want to go that route can you imagine the mess them rooming together would be? Like if I’m going with my all time favorite trope which is both of them pining after the other and they both are either A) unaware the other one feels the same or B) maybe they ARE aware and just...aren’t quite sure what to do. Because they’re both technically a part of the same team and it’s never really the right time but either way it’s okay. It’ll be fine. 
And then they both get the attic and this is a pretty progressive Haus and gay guys have shared rooms platonically (though not always) so what’s really the big difference in having a guy and a girl room?? As long as everyone’s respectful and there’s going to be a divider anyway so it’s fine, right? And Tango and Ford are both kind of frozen and it’s the first time anyone can ever remember Tango not having anything to say for a full minute and a half and then Ford finally breaks the silence with kind of an awkward forced laugh and is like ‘yeah! no problem! I practically live in Whiskey and Tango’s dorms anyway so what’s the difference?!” They both agree it’s going to be fine! It’s gonna be great! It’s fine! They’re fine. Ha ha. HA HA. IT’S F I N E. 
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