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messylustt · 10 months

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late night calls — carlos oliviera

you rubbed at your eyes as you heard the rather alarming buzz of your phone on the nightstand. your eyes squinted against the light that came from your phone. through the brightness you saw carlos’ name. with furrowed brows you answered, rolling over in bed as you placed your phone to your ear. “carlos?”

“oh, thank god you’re awake.” he muttered somewhat groggily on the other line. “why, did something happen?” your body becomes tense, but carlos quickly consoles you. “nah, nah, just…i dunno…needed to chat” you raise your brows in the darkness of your room. “needed to chat?” you repeat.

“yeah, what’s wrong with that?” he replies with an almost seeable shrug. “it’s like two in the morning, carlos. i thought you were in trouble.” he chuckles on the other end. “don’t worry, you wouldn’t survive without me.” you scoff. “right now i think i can.” you go to hang up, but carlos’ almost desperate voice stops you. “wait, wait! y/n. don’t…don’t hang up.”

you pause, placing the phone back to your ear. “if nothings wrong, then why did you call?” carlos breathes out a small laugh. “do you gotta be a stickler all the time, huh? i don’t see nothing wrong with talking.”

“this early? also I’m not a stickler.” your voice turns slightly defencive. “right, right. yeah, no, definitely not.” carlos replies smoothly. you sigh, resting back against your pillow. “was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?” you can hear carlos shift on the other end. “and what if i said i just wanted to hear you talk?”

“i’d rethink about hanging up.” you sweetly say. “oh come on...” carlos drags out, his voice still low from sleep. “you gotta a nice voice. is it so wrong that i wanna hear you first thing in the morning?” you can feel your face slightly heating up at that. you cough. “then you should have called me in the morning.”

“it is the morning.” he indignantly replies. “so you’re telling me you wake up everyday at this time?” you scoff. “sometimes.” he replies. “hey, these muscles don’t just appear.” despite it all and your tired form you manage a laugh. on the other end carlos awakens more at that. the sound reverberating through him. he liked your voice, even more your laugh. it was…comforting to him.

“get any sleep? before i kindly interrupted, of course.” carlos asks, back against his bed as he kept the phone close. his hair was a mess, and his shirt was somewhere across the room. “kindly, huh?” your eyes are slightly fluttering from tiredness. “always.” carlos replies. you lightly chuckle, though carlos can hear the sleepiness drenching your words.

“and uh, yeah, i guess my sleep is alright.” you continue, rolling over again in your bed, your right cheek now against the pillow. “how about you?” now your words are drifting. you don’t mean to let them, but your fried brain can’t help it.

“ah, with the size of me and the unfortunate size of my bed i wouldn’t say it’s top notch.” carlos replies. he waits a moment, and that’s when he catches the faintest sound of a sleepy breathe. you had fallen asleep. “is my voice that soothing?” carlos chuckles to himself. he had wanted to talk to you. but he hadn’t known what about. correction — he had wanted to hear you. as much as he could. but now it seems it’s not enough. he doesn’t think he can let his head hit back against his pillow, he doesn’t think he can sleep.

he hasn’t been sleeping. at all. the last time he remembers is when the two of you were stuck in an abandoned apartment, while the infected prowled outside. it had been cold. and you two had decided to use body heat. he had slept so soundly pressed against you like that. in all honesty he misses it. even if it occurred for a brief night. a good sleep is hard to forget.

he couldn’t help it. the soft sound of your breathing on the other line was almost begging for him to come. you wouldn’t mind, right? either way he’s already made it to your apartment. he’s already inside, the spare key you had leant to him in the panic now coming in handy. your apartment is silent, dark. he silently reaches your room, your phone hanging precariously now over the bed, your face squished up against your pillow. god he couldn’t help it. he creeps forward, slowly, quietly.

reaching the bed, it creaks, his body weight a little more than yours, your bed clearly not used to it. then he was under the covers, the sheet already feeling more comforting. he shifts closer to you, his front now at your back as his arm carefully drapes over your stomach. this is probably the most comfortable he’s been. his hand finds solace a fraction under your shirt, the heat from your skin bringing him even closer.

he actually manages a sigh as his breath hits your neck, his mouth close as his head hits the pillow. you slightly shift, a small airy groan leaving your lips. but carlos stays put, gently stroking your stomach as he whispered soothingly in your ear. “shh, it’s okay. it’s jus’ me. lie back, sweetheart…jus’ rest…”

#. ( pretty agent mark )#resident evil #resident evil 3 remake #resident evil 3 #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x y/n #re3 remake #re3 #carlos oliveira re3 #re3 carlos #carlos x reader #carlos oliveria x reader #the carlos effect

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sainzfilm · 2 years

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omg i love that carlos drable, do you think you can do one in which they are friends or enemies but he gets jealous and they confess their feelings?

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

a/n: PLEASEEE oh my god i love this kind of trope 😭 thank you for requesting and i hope you like it anon! :) lmk what you think hehehe

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“Happy birthday, Cha!” You grinned as you threw your arms around your childhood best friend, “I am ready to party tonight!”

Charles chuckled as he ruffled up your hair and yelled through the blaring music, “Thank you, petit chou. Have you seen your favorite person?”

“Blech, don’t remind me about him,” You groaned as you pretended to throw up, “All your other friends are nice! But him? Mon dieu, il est une menace!” My god, he’s a menace.

“You know, you did spill coffee all over him for like…three times,” Charles laughed as he guided you to a table with his friends inside the bar, “I can’t blame Carlos.”

Frowning, you punched his shoulder playfully as you sat down and smoothened your skirt, “Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you’re exempted from my punches.”

“Peu importe ce que tu dis,” He grinned as he patted your head, “I’ll head over to Charlotte, just ring me up, okay? The bar’s just everyone I know so don’t worry.” Whatever you say.

“Go on, birthday boy,” You laughed as you tried to push him away, “I’ll see you later.”

Charles smiled at you as he headed off to the other side of the party, leaving you with the other drivers on the grid. Carlos was at the far end of the table, exchanging glances every now and then, but you never bothered to strike up a conversation and opted one with the blonde haired German driver instead.

“Just look at her,” Mick smiled as he showed you pictures of his dog, Angie, on his phone, “A tennis ball seriously can’t last for long with her!”

“Oh my god, my dog too!” You laughed as you took a sip of your drink, “I had to hoard on the tennis balls instead of running out to get one everyday.”

“You know what? We should definitely let them play together sometime,” He offered as he set his phone down, “I feel like Angie needs to have more pup friends.”

“That’d be great!” You eagerly nodded as you grabbed your phone and opened your contacts list before handing it to Mick, “Just put yourself in my contacts. I hope Stella and Angie would get along well.”

Mick smiled as he handed you back your phone, “You know what people say, dogs can reflect their owners and you’re nice.”

“Aw, thank you, Mick. I could say the same to you,” You smiled as you patted his shoulder before standing up, “I’ll catch you later?”

As Mick nodded in response, you smiled as you headed out to the back door of the bar to catch some fresh air on the balcony. But, what you didn’t know was that a certain someone followed you out.

“Guess you’ve got a thing for Mick now, huh?”

Frowning from knowing that voice, you turned around to see Carlos leaning against the wall, “What about it?”

“Nothing, nothing,” He chuckled as he shrugged, “Anyone knows what he was trying to do.”

“Oh please, Sainz,” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms, “All we talked about was our dogs!”

“Sure, princesa,” He smirked as he mirrored your stance and expression, “It’s obvious he was into you.”

“Are you being fucking serious right now?” You looked at him with annoyance written all over your face, “Why do you care anyways?”

“I don’t,” He grumbled as he kicked at the ground before walking to stand beside you, “I’m just saying. I don’t think he’s good enough for you.”

“And why is that?” You faced him as you poked at his chest and glaring, “Mick has been nicer to me in a span of an hour, compared to how you’ve been an asshole to me for nearly half a year!”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” You scoffed as you confidently looked up at him, “Asshole.”

“You’re seriously trying to pick a fight with me?”

“And what if I am?” You gritted through your teeth, “I’m so fucking tired of your immaturity when I’ve tried to be nice to you! If I didn’t have any respect for Charles, I would’ve never bothered to try and make amends with you!”

Carlos raised his eyebrow as he looked down at you, “Are you finished?”

“No, I’m just getting started!” You throw your hands up as you paced around the balcony, “I hate the way you treat me, how you fucking stare at me. I hate your dumb smile when you’re with other people except me. I hate your stupid laugh, especially when Charles tells you some pointless joke.”

Before Carlos could open his mouth, you raised your finger up at him as you continued, “Every single time a fucking guy tries to talk to me, you always make some stupid comment and it drives them away!”

Carlos took a deep breath and walked over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, “Now are you finished?”

You sighed as you rubbed a hand down your face, “I’m just so done, Carlos.”

“Princesa…” He trailed off as he whispered, “I just- kiss me.”

“What did you just say?”

“Kiss me,” Carlos looked down at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss who you had thought to be your enemy.

Carlos smiled throughout the kiss, dropping his hands to your waist to hold you closer. This can’t be happening, he thought as he felt like this was just a dream.

You pulled away as it started to sink in. You kissed the guy you were supposed to hate.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” You exclaimed as you ran a hand through your hair, “What just happened?”

“We kissed,” Carlos shrugged as he had a small smile on his face, “It was pretty nice.”

“Was this your plan all along?” You looked at him, crossing your arms, “Rile me up by being an ass? Then you drive all the other guys away because you’re jealous?”

“Maybe,” He smirked as he shoved his hands inside his pocket, “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Oh just shut up and kiss me.”

“Whatever you say, princesa.”

bonus scene!

“You know you need to go,” You mumbled as Carlos kissed you while you were seated on his lap, “He is going to be looking for you.”

“I don’t care,” He replied back as he pulled away to brush your hair out of your face, “I just need time with my girl first.”

“Baby, we’ll have plenty of time later. You scheduled to work out with Cha.”

He grumbled as he pouted, “Stupid mistake.”

“Ay, don’t worry,” You smiled as you kissed his cheek, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Okay fine,” Carlos mumbled and kissed your forehead, “I’ll cook pasta for us after, cariño.”

As you held onto Carlos a little longer, the two of you didn’t hear a certain Monégasque driver come in Carlos’ apartment.

“Hey, mate, what’s taking yo- when the fuck did this happen?!”

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weskin-time · 2 years

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RE characters and their S/O go to a Halloween Party!

i love them and they are stuck in my brain!!! gifs not mine

Characters listed!- Leon, Wesker, Jill, Carlos, Chris

CW- nsfw implications, alcohol

i hope yall cant tell ive never been to a halloween costume party lol

Leon Kennedy!

goes as a cowboy

yeehaw

hes got fake spurs and everything

he pulls it off, hes already got the gruff look so damn

would love it if you dressed up western with him but understands if you dont wanna

at the party he stands close to you with his arm around your waist

cant have anyone think youre here alone, or that hes here alone

he gets a bit tipsy

he steals the almond joys

remember the cowboy rules, theyre so important (for those who dont know if you take the hat off a cowboy and wear it, you have to save a horse and ride a cowboy wink wink)

if you want to leave the loud party early just take off his hat and wear it

he will get so flustered and red instantly

not a heartbeat later hes already dragging you out of the party, making hurried goodbyes and poor excuses of having something to do in the early morning

but people see the hat on your head and know

Albert Wesker!

hes not dressing up

,,, stop looking at him like that

...fine.

he 'wont make a fool of himself for the Umbrella Halloween party' he says

he honestly hasnt even gone to it before dating you so people are surpised to see him there

you put cat ears on his head before he can pick out a costume and he sends you a soft death glare

more than likely would wear a pin that says 'this is my costume' and hes just wearing everyday clothes, or would wear his lab coat and say hes going as a doctor. hes lame

if you bat your eyes and pout he will indulge you

goes as a vampire, fake cape, teeth, and all

would want to just show up at the party and make an irish goodbye in less than 5 minuets

stays for you tho

doesnt eat candy but you see him pocketing some mars bars

wesker with fangs is hot and he notices you staring at them when hes talking

smirks and tells you he 'doesnt bite'

its a lie, he does. and will bite your neck.

Jill Valentine!

gods im in love with her

she goes as a witch!!

cute witch hat and all

would accidentally loose you in a party for a little bit, shes just getting yall drinks so dont worry

she will do your makeup for your costume if you want (like that one meme of the two women)

she gets a little tipsy at the party, just enough to start giggling at any halloween pun you make

normally she just scoffs at them but shes having fun and enjoying herself with her beloved

shoves food in her bag, stealing some of the party food

help her please

the kit kats are hers

the more she drinks the more touchy she is with you, going from being sober and holding your hand to leaning up against you

someone asks if shes a witch wheres her broom she rides on and she just points to you much to your embarassment

tell her youll take her up on that and she will start to leave without saying goodbye to anyone

Carlos Oliveria!

hes a werewolf

theres no convincing him of anything else

he would go shirtless to show off his hairy chest and arms and would love how flustered you get at the idea

you shut him down really fast and make him wear a shirt because you would explode

wears a tattered, ripped up and slightly blooded tank top with a torn red flannel on top

its somehow more hot than him being shirtless

wears cute little clip on dog ears

my gods hes so hot hhhh

is also stealing party food

hes a snickers kinda guy but if theres fruit gummies they will be gone

i think he could hold his alcohol well so you would be more tipsy than him if you chose to drink

he makes the dumbest jokes, like really corny halloween jokes to anyone who will listen

"whats a skeletons favorite meal? spare ribs" he will be holding back a snicker with a face thats just >:3

hes such a dork

Chris Redfield!

hes wearing his sailor costume

im not saying this because his ass looks amazing in that outfit but

i feel like he does it as a joke at first but then flaunts it

compliment him and he will jokingly flex his biseps

please help him put on his fake tattoo (plus it gives you a chance to touch his muscles)

literally everyone is looking at him when he enters the party who wouldnt

i feel like he wouldnt drink that much, prob just have one or two shots or something

if you loose him at any point in the party please either check outside or the food table

he takes the twizzlers

100% has an arm around your shoulders or waist all night

will tease you because you keep looking at his legs

im sorry i love him so much he makes me so gay

he would love it if you walked up to him and just started to flirt with him

who cares if youre together, its so fun

"i seemed to misplaced my anchor,,, can i hook up with you tonight?" you ask him to which he almost spits out his drink, starts laughing, then sees in your eyes that youre not fully joking and he will instantly start making his goodbyes

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Hiya! this is my first time writing for all of these characters except for Wesker so im sorry if it seems ooc or just not fully correct!! im still new to resident evil and im trying to shove as much information as i can into my brain as fast as i can!!

reblogs help me grow more so if you like this please reblog and like! thank you and happy halloween!!!!

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menzori · 1 year

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Read your charles fic, could there maybe be a sequel that goes smut yk?? Though they get caught again but by either carlos or max hehe 😁😁

Secret kisses pt2

Charles leclerc x male reader

OH MY GOD?? I PRACTICALLY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY ASKS? Anyways im a sucker for sub!charles so 🤭🤭 but if you want a dom charles you can ask and i will write a version where charles is the top.

First time writing smut idk how well it went

Content warning: smut , gay idiots in love , sorta public sex , getting caught , sub charles , dom reader , carlos being traumatised , this is absolute filth im sorry

Groaning softly i pulled Charles face closer to mine as i shoved my leg between his keeping them open as he squirmed lightly. "I love you." I muttered not letting him respond before pushing him further into the sofa of his drivers room, kissing him roughly as he whined.

"Want you." He mumbled grasping at my back as i smiled into the kiss. "Where?" I asked stroking his face with my thumb as i pushed my knee into his groin.

"Y/n please.." He gasped running his fingers along my shoulder. "You have to tell me or else i don't know what you want." I informed him before kissing him again to silence his soft whines. "Want your fingers." He whispered making me nod and reach for his belt.

"Gonna make you feel better promise." My voice was breathy as i tugged at his pants he let out a soft mhm as he lifted his hips letting me pull his pants down.

I raised my hand to his face smacking it slightly to make him open his eyes worry flashing across his face before i smiled at him. "Suck." I said gesturing to my fingers making him wrap his mouth around my fingers and suck on them whilst whining. Humming softly i pulled my fingers out his mouth before tracing the tight ring around his hole making him gasp and his eyes close instantly.

Slowly i pushed one finger in making him moan loudly before i slapped my hand over his mouth. "Don't want Carlos hearing hm?" I mocked him making him shake his head whining into my palm. "That's right." I assured him before adding another making him squirm. "Can take it please.." He gasped making me laugh as his eyes screwed tighter at the sound of my mocking tone. I pulled my fingers out making him whimper at the emptiness as i pulled my sweat pants down making him splutter out a quiet please.

"I know baby." I muttered before thrusting into him making him yelp as i put my hand around his neck not applying enough pressure to hurt him as i began thrusting into him setting a fast pace.

"Charles we have a video to fil-" Carlos' words were cut off as my head snapped around to face him. It's not everyday you see your rival balls deep in your teammate. The door slammed making Charles open his eyes. He had somehow remained blissfully unaware about Carlos as he tugged me closer. "Carlos just walked in." I told him making his eyes widen as i pulled out of him.

"Shit."

"We're fucked Charlie."

#formula 1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #sub!charles #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #what have i done

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creedslove · 1 year

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you said you don’t have too many ideas for deserve it so BESTIE HERES SOME IDEAS FOR YOU 🤭

first off after the shit javi pulled yeah there’s no way reader is talking to him anytime soon, esp w the realization that even w how much she liked javi, he’s still a man at the end of the day. so she stops talking to him completely, only talking to murphy and vv short but polite (bc they still work together) convos if she has to interact w him. ofc she still has feelings for him but javi made it clear he doesn’t want her so she pushes them down. they go ab their days basically ignoring each other, acting like their weren’t friends and that they definitely didn’t kiss

enter new guy that catches reader’s attention. maybe he works from another floor but is sent to reader to get help or a file or maybe reader is sent to work on his floor, but either way, cute new worker guy starts spending time w her and his cute smile and cute sense of humor starts distracting her from the pain that comes w liking javi. they start hanging out at work as much as they can, going on lunch or coffee runs together and even carpooling to and from work in his car. everyday she spends w him makes her feel better and better, but she can’t help the lingering feelings she still has for javi

javi notices that reader isn’t around as much anymore, wondering what she’s up to but not caring enough to ask around and figure it out. carlos makes a comment ab how javi must have fucked and dumped her bc he saw her hanging w cute worker guy and ohhhh javi doesn’t like that. he goes up to worker guy’s floor and sees reader giggling w him and overall being closer than just a coworker w him and he’s fuming bc newsflash, he actually does like reader but is afraid of hurting her or not being the guy she needs or god forbid one of them dies on the field so he pushed her away thinking he was protecting her but instead all he did was push her into another man’s arms

cue lots of jealous javi trying to work his way back into reader’s heart (even tho he never left in the first place) and reader being upset bc even tho she still likes him, he tossed her aside and only changed when another man started giving her attention. ofc this leads to a big fight when javi tries to stop her from going on a date w cute worker guy and she’s like why do you care and he’s like bc i love you and she’s like no you don’t and he tells her the reason he pushed her away and while she’s still mad she admits she still likes him and if they’re going to try anything they’re going slow for both their sakes and then javi tries to kiss her but she turns her head so he kisses her cheek, telling him she doesn’t kiss until at least the third date before leaving him to watch her swaying hips while she walks away

I HOPE YOU CAN USE ANY OF THESE IDEAS BC I LOVE DESERVE THIS AND WOULD REALLY LOVE TO SEE YOU CONTINUE IT

HIII ANON, SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO REPLY TO THIS ASK, I WAS KEEPING IT MY ASK BOX AS I WAS WRITING THE CHAPTER. I GOT INSPIRED BY ONE OF YOUR IDEAS BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE DYING FOR JEALOUS JAVIIIII

I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU GUYS TO READ TONIGHT'S CHAPTER, THIS IS AMAZING!!! 😭😭😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE AMAZING IDEAS ❤️

#ask #answered #pedro #pascal #javier #peña

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ocampsss · 1 year

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I am Tristan Khirt M. Ocampo, 17 years old and turning 18 on October 05.

My zodiac sign is Libra. I live in Mercedes St. San Carlos Binangonan, Rizal.

Our province is Pampanga, I live there ever since my mom gave birth to me until I

grew up for almost 11 years to be exact. The reason why we left there is because

my father’s work is here and we also have relatives here in Binangonan. Going

back, I have 5 siblings 3 sisters and 2 brothers. I am the third eldest among us.

Since I was in elementary I am a consistent honor student and very much

grateful because I graduated with honors when I was in junior high. I studying Señior High School at Don Jose M. Ynares Sr. Memorial

National High School and took the strand Technical VocationaL (Home Economic)

considering that I do love cooking and baking and of course I believe that this strand will help me to enhance my skills. My childhood

dream is to become a chef. But many childhood dreams are forgotten

because we may believe that it could be impractical to continue to pursue it as an

adult. It’s one thing to lose your passion, but it should never seem impractical to

pursue the thing that makes you happy. It’s always important to follow your passion

because in doing so you are tapping into the real you. Finding yourself will always

be practical.

Growing up I only had few friends not because I am picky but in view of the

fact that I really do appreciate and value the friendship who stays together and

lifting up each other rather than to compete. Considering that I am also too shy to

do the first move and to be honest my cousins are also enough for me because in

our family they don’t want us to go somewhere/outside without their consent. And

with that I realized that they wants the best for us and I am happy to see the

outcome of it and our family is open with us. Don’t get me wrong but what can I

see right now is a lot of people took the wrong path specially when the pandemic

started because of lack of guidance though we have our own decision.

I’m a person who loves to drink milk tea because it makes me feel calm and

better. I love the color of brown

and the shade of black and white. My hobbies revolves around reading watching k-dramas, playing online games and cooking . The reason why I love listening to music is because when I am

happy or sad I listen to it in view of the fact that it helps me so much and feel the

lyrics at the same time. My favorite song is Rainbow by south boarder because it

reminds me that life is full of challenges and not everything you’ll get what you want and don’t despair because you’ll take its trial and you’ll make it through the

storm cause you’re strong. It says that there is always a rainbow after the rain.

Lastly, my favorite bible verse is the exodus 14:14 “The Lord will fight for

you; you need only be still”. Everyday it reminds me that it’s okay not be okay and

have challenges in life but you have to be strong and faith on Him. When I am at

my lowest I always look for the beauty and purpose in it. In every struggles we will

face it teaches us a lesson and apply it in the future. Always believe that no matter

what happens you have to be faithful because He will guide us into the right path

and things will get better in God’s perfect time. Glory is all His.

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brilafavoriteworstnightmare · 1 month

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I cane back alive at night.

Sometimes i get this urgent feeling to speak. I want to show the world how happy i am and how everything is going to be okay. Today is one of those days.

Whenever i’m feeling like writing a lot i tend to write in English, i think it’s because I use english a lot in my everyday life, but sometimes i feel like there is no etiquette in english so words just come out more easily.

I’ve been thinking a lot about life and my future (what a surprise) I went to my boyfriend’s childhood home last weekend and i don’t know how to describe the feeling other than feeling that is one of those places that im supposed to be. I was born to roam around his dresser and pretending that i have known him forever.

When i see pictures of him from when he was younger i imagine myself crushing on this boy that could never be mine. I’ve actually never talked about this because i don’t think is my place to, but i will for the sake of the story and also because i’m pretty sure no one else reads this.

My boyfriend lost his dad at a young age; not young enough to make me ponder about it, but young enough to make me feel some type of grief too. He has told me that he changed a lot during this particular time in his life, his sisters told me the same thing. When he talks about his adolescence i feel like he is talking about another person. I can’t imagine him driving around in his mini cooper, drunk, with his friends, louis vuitton on his feet, not dating girls because he felt like he was above all that. Is like there’s a whole different part of him that i never got the chance to meet; i would have loved to meet his dad; but i also feel like we wouldn’t be together if he was still around. I feel like if i had met him younger i would have had a big crush on him, but i don’t think he would have been in love with me at all.

Have you ever loved someone so much that you would like to take all of their pain away? I feel just like that with Carlos. I would love to go back in time to avoid the accident, i would love for him to be able to drive carelessly and have everything that he wants and deserves; even if that means he wouldn’t be together.

I pray to god that he lives to experience feeling like that again, this time with the compassion and thoughtfulness he has now and of course i want to be by his side when this happens.

I want him to be happy more than anything in the world, just because he makes me feel so happy; he has healed so many parts of me… and he doesn’t even know it.

God, i know you are the only person that could be reading this, so please, make him so happy, give his life a turn, and let me be by his side when that happens. He deserves so much, and i’m sure that with you by our side, we will give his happiness back to him.

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leclerc-s · 2 months

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snow angel - track six

series masterlist // previous // next

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maia_bennett and we don't talk shit about you on the internet...

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user1 oh my god is she for real?

landonorris pretty girl 🧡

↳ maia_bennett pretty boy 🧡

user2 this has got to be some sort of joke, right?

lilymhe lol.

↳ user3 this is the most threatening lol i've ever see. period and everything.

alex_albon LMFAOOOOOO

↳ user4 most unserious driver on the grid.

↳ user5 we don't talk about alex's chaos enough

francesca.cgomes see this caption would work if we didn't all know what carlos and lando did in the spanish media.

↳ user6 SPEAK THE TRUTH KIKA!!

user7 you've got to be fucking kidding me...

user8 oh no. honey this isn't the flex you think it is.

luisinhaoliveira99 oh sweetie...

user9 i pray you're ready for the shit storm that is about to hit you.

alex_albon LMFAOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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rheareynolds "but for what it's worth, he's her problem now."

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user10 MOTHER!! MOTHER IS MOTHERING Y'ALL!!

user11 oh, she's so cunty and i love that.

lilymhe everyday i am grateful i live on the same earth as rhea reynolds.

↳ rheareynolds oh lily, you sure know how to make a girl blush.

luisinhaoliveira99 oh girl, i fucking love you.

↳ rheareynolds baby, i fucking love you 😘. no one show this to mick!

↳ mickschumacher this is a public instagram comment section...

↳ rheareynolds LOVE YOU TOO BABE 💙!

maxverstappen1 see, i can't tell if those are lyrics or someone told you that but either way, YOU ATE THAT SHIT UP!!

↳ rheareynolds why thank you maximilian.

↳ maxverstappen1 i'll let it slide, just this once.

georgerussell63 SHE CAME TO SERVE!!

↳ rheareynolds CHANNELED MY INNER RUSSELL GEORGE FOR THIS PHOTOSHOOT!!

francesca.cgomes ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!

↳ rheareynolds I HAD THE BEST TEACHER!

user12 oh she's so unhinged and i fucking love that shit.

oscarpiastri i just heard the most unholy screech come from the dining hall. target has been reached.

↳ rheareynolds good. he deserves this and much worse.

logansargeant YES QUEEN!! SERVING CUNT!!

↳ rheareynolds LOGIE! THANK YOU! ❤️

yukitsunoda0511 my offer still stands.

↳ rheareynolds no yuki, you are not biting his ankles while pierre holds him down.

↳ pierregasly BOO!! LET US TAKE HIM DOWN!!!

maia_bennett real mature rhea. real mature.

↳ rheareynolds oh honey, we haven't even scratched the surface.

charles_leclerc THAT'S MY BESTIE!!

↳ rheareynolds what an iconic duo, regina george and lightning mcqueen.

alex_albon REGINA GEORGE CAME TO GAG LANDO NO WINS!

↳ rheareynolds albono, i think you gagged him even more with the no wins.

maxfretwell let be known that i had no idea what was going on. i just thought she was your best friend.

↳ rheareynolds no it's okay maxie, i don't blame you for having a shitty best friend.

pierre gasly added one person

kika gomes i can't believe i'm saying this but what the hell guys? why wasn't i added sooner??

rhea reynolds you're the only sane one.

lily muni he if the loser shows up with her can i fight him??

yuki tsunoda i'll help! daniel ricciardo you two are so violent.

esteban ocon when mick said lando had cheated on you with your childhood best friend, i didn't think he meant maia, who knew you two were together. and constantly hung out together with you two.

mick schumacher i told you guys it was bad!

oscar piastri ...

alex albon WHAT DO YOU KNOW PIASTRI?? oscar piastri she's been to every single race this year... the girl he showed up with in bahrain was a fake girlfriend. he's been dating her for months. oscar piastri and i learned that every time lando said he was hanging out with carlos, he was with her. don't ask how i learned.

rhea reynolds THAT MOTHER FUCKER!!

rhea reynolds oh he's fucking lucky i could go to jail for murder.

rhea reynolds i had a different song planned to be the next single but i changed my fucking mind. fuck lando norris, fuck carlos sainz, and fuck maia bennett. i hope they enjoy their little corner in hell.

lily muni he oh regina george has not come to play.

george russell i think you mean leighton murray did not come to play.

lewis hamilton i have you all muted for a reason but please, make him miserable. it's the least he deserves.

rhea reynolds oh my manager is about to be so pissed at me but what lewis hamilton says goes.

pierre gasly BURN THE BITCH RHEA!

yuki tsunoda I'M GOING TO HIS FUCKING ANKLES!

daniel ricciardo GET HIS FUCKING ASS!!

kika gomes YOU DESTROY THAT MAN RHEA!

logan sargeant WE WILL DESTROY HIS FUCKING PEACE!

lance stroll to quote yuki, "we ride at dawn fuckers"

logan sargeant SHE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR!

alex albon i am in awe of you rhea reynolds.

lewis hamilton i think you've outdone yourself rhea.

lily muni he marry me. forget alex and mick. marry me.

kika gomes no! marry me! rhea reynolds fuck it, we'll marry each other. throuple all the way.

mick schumacher trust me. it gets worse.

charles leclerc HOW MUCH MORE WORSE COULD IT POSSIBLY GET?

mick schumacher think like dear john by taylor

lily muni he oh shit. it's that bad?

max verstappen WHATEVER I GET TO MAKE HIM FUCKING MISERABLE!

yuki tsunoda FUCK YEAH! I'M BITING ANKLES BITCHES

oscar piastri OSCAR PIASTRI REPORTING FOR DUTY!!

kika gomes that man will never know peace as long as we live

pierre gasly he hasn't known peace since december 2021

kika gomes good, then we're doing our job as her friends.

oscar piastri there is nothing i enjoy more than slowly torturing my teammate

daniel ricciardo chaotic aussies and mclaren. something they can never get away from.

logan sargeant listen, if we host a listening party, at the same time, in different garages. he can't really shit on any of us.

max verstappen so what you mean is, all of us play tummy hurts, on a loop to annoy him?

charles leclerc SIGN ME THE FUCK UP! ANYTHING TO ANNOY HIM AND HIS PARTNERS IN CRIME!

lance stroll I'M IN! FERNANDO'S IN TOO!!

rhea reynolds i seriously love you guys.

lily muni he rhea, baby, we love you too.

oscar piastri i enjoy chaos. we aren't quite at the love phase rhea.

rhea reynolds oh fuck you swimp.

logan sargeant SWIMP!!

oscar piastri OH FUCK OFF!

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chxwrites · 2 years

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Could I ask enemy to lovers? With Carlos pls!

Angst to fluff! Maybe a huge fight btw them but them making up after! Pls!

pairing: Carlos madrigal x reader (i don’t think gender is implied except for one Novia.)

genre: angst to fluff. argument that ends well

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tags @dai-tsukki-desu

This has been sitting in my inbox for.. over a month. my apologies, Thank you for the first request Anon hope this was to your liking. (not beta read because i can’t reread my stuff without cringing.

You were pissed off. Today wasn’t your day, you kept knocking into things, dropping things into unreachable places and it started raining while you were out, taking the clothes back inside the house. There were wayyyy more unfortunate events that happened today but none of them pissed you off more than the hijo de puta in front of you.

He sat on a ledge next to you as you prepared the birthday card for Camilo’s birthday. This was your third time redoing it, all because dearest Carlos Madrigal had ruined your second card that was almost finished. You were beyond pissed and done at this point. For god’s sake, it was like the only thing he knew how to do was annoy you and press your buttons, making you pissed off. You gritted your teeth as he played music loudly from his radio. Out of all places in Encanto, he had to sit here and bring his estupido radio, playing some random broadcast with static. He wasn’t even paying attention to it, judging from how he was mindlessly looking at the sky, legs crossed over each other and bouncing in an irritating way. Everything he did, his attitude, his personality pissed you off to no ends and you had no patience at all today.

“Can you turn that down?” You had enough, finally speaking up after half an hour of this. He hummed and looked your way, lazily opening an eye to glance at you and stretched. He took his time and finally, finally stood up and walk to his dumb radio and held it.

Only to turn it to max volume. You almost dropped your pen and ruined the THIRD card you had done. The obnoxious, ear-splitting sound of the broadcast narrator was echoing in your ears, causing you a huge migraine. He grinned, shooting you a cunning smile and resumed to his previous position. You closed your eyes and sharply inhaled, dropping the pen on the floor as you stood up, done with his bullshit.

He was being an asshole today. not like he wasn’t an asshole everyday to everyone but specifically you. He was so intolerable, his voice so irritating and all his actions testing your patience everyday. It seemed like he existed just to make your life harder. Honestly, he enjoyed your suffering and misery so much for no reason. It’s not like you’ve been rude or in any way curt towards him at first, you’ve been way too nice now that you look back. You’ve tried befriending him, gifting him things only to watch him drop and step on it like it was worthless. You’ve even gone as far to apologising, for what? you didn’t know but maybe you’ve done something to piss him off who knows. he slapped your hand away and sneered at your proposal of a truce to merely exist together. Dios míos, even though you weren’t an optimistic person per say, you didn’t expect him to be this bad.

You stood in front of him, shadow covering him as he didn’t even bother to look at you.

“Can you stop being an asshole and either leave or turn it down?” You asked him, anger evident. You wanted to slap him for that arrogant look on his face, like he looked down on you. He still had that stupid grin on his face as he answered

“What are you going to do about it.”

You dug your nails into your palm. “What if i broke your stupid radio.”

He only smirked wider at that, “You wont. As if you have the guts to do so, Y/n. I’d love to see you try though” He sat up, looking back at you with amusement evident in his tone.

He thinks this is a game doesn’t he? He thinks this is so funny. You pondered. Screw it.

You grabbed his radio and hesitated, Carlos looked at you, eyebrows furrowed as he waited. You exhaled and slammed it harshly against the floor, hearing the radio hit the floor with a harsh sound. it spluttered once, twice and it’s broadcast distorted before going completely silent. There were a few seconds of silence as you watched the now broken radio in front of you on the floor and the air was so thick as you both waited for the other to react.

“What the fuck.” Carlos breathed out, abruptly standing up and pushing you away from the radio and grabbed your arm, holding your arm tightly and you suppressed a wince.

“You deserved it” You muttered, feeling a bit bad. But he did this to himself. You scoffed, glaring back at his face that was in close proximity with yours. Both of you said nothing as your faces were a few centimetres apart. You unhelpfully noted he had freckles over his cheeks and a beauty mark. His eyes were really.. nice actually.

“Okay” He said in an unusually soft voice. “Then you deserve this too” He let go of your arm that formed a red dull mark due to his tight grip and grabbed the long forgotten card. He shredded it,taking out his frustration by ripping all your hard work to bits and pieces.

“What the f-“ You grabbed his collar, making him turn to you as you grabbed the now torn, formerly beautiful card but now pieces of paper from his hand. He chuckled, smile widening as he watched you grit your teeth, hand trembling while grabbing his collar tightly. He tugged his hand, making you let go of the bit of paper and he tossed it haphazardly behind him, in a careless manner.

“It was for Camilo you pendejo!”

His lips curled into a cruel smirk again as he looked down at you, eyes humourless. “Camilo this, Camilo that. Cállate already. Do you have a crush on him or something, always clinging and sticking to him like some sort of disgusting simp. I’m only doing you a favour at this point, cariño” He grabbed your hand from his collar and pushed you against a ledge. Your knees bucked uncontrollably against the ledge and you sat down as he placed his arms on both sides of you.

“I’m not a selfish hijo de puta like you, Carlos. I actually care about people especially friends which you don’t have because of how much of an asshole you are.” You spat out the words at him with venom.

His eyes narrowed. “Why should I care about anyone if they’re all.. worthless. Were you suggesting I should give a shit about you? That’s really cute cariño.” He grinned, putting a hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your face, caressing you with his rough fingers.

You smacked his hand away, making him even more amused. “Don’t cariño me, pendejo. Why are you targeting me when I’ve done nothing but be nice to you.”

He leaned away, not trapping you to the ledge anymore. “Then stop pissing me off Cariño” He emphasised cariño just to mess with you.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “Piss you off? Ive stayed out of your way every single day. You’re the one who should stop pissing me off.” Your eyes teared up slightly, livid that he accused you.

His eyes lit up and he bit his tongue. He always liked seeing you tear up out of anger or hurt. It was so.. captivating to him. Something about the way your face flushing and eyes looking so.. beautiful when you cried had him wanting more. It was addictive. And he was so addicted he didn’t know what to do. He could hear his heartbeat pounding harshly, blood pumping through him quickly.

He grabbed your chin, pulling you close again.

“What are you going to do then cariño” He whispered against your ears. His voice wasn’t as annoying anymore somehow. You held your breath as he pressed against you.

“Are you going to cry and whine to Camilo about how I’m being an asshole to you again?” he chuckled.

You opened your mouth to speak,

“Shut up” he cut you off. Gripping your jaw tighter.

“Carlos-“

“Dios míos, shut up.”

You grimaced. “You’re just pissed off you’re not loved by your family.”

His eyes darkened, his fingernails dug into your skin. You grinned, not giving a damn about the consequences or what he’s going to do anymore. He looked you straight in the eyes.

“I said, shut up.” His face was so close to yours now, just a breadth apart. both of you were glaring at each other, bodies pressed against each other on the ledge as neither of you stepped down. Maybe it was the high summer heat in the middle of the day but you felt like you were burning. You reached out an arm and pressed against his chest, hands curling into a fist and bunching up his shirt as you pulled him closer.

“Make me”

The words snapped him out of his trance, he smashed his lips against yours, fervently and passionately kissing you. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, making you freeze, staring at his closed eyes as he kissed you. You closed your own and to your horror, kissed him back. Your hand slowly crept up, wrapping around his shoulders and scraping down his back. His hand left your jaw and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him and letting him kiss you even harder.

You made a strangled, small whine against his lips. You didn’t know what to do except kiss him back. Your nails continued to dig against his back making him bite back a grunt of his own. He parted from your wet lips, eyes half lidded as he stares at your almost drunk state, eyes glazed over and lips wet from his kiss. You looked even more stunning than he could ever imagine.

“Carlos..” You stuttered.

“What’s wrong Cariño, cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, kissing you again, this time only gently pressing his lips against yours for a brief moment that left you wanting more.

“no but you did” You muttered, suddenly aware you were in public. “Wait does this mean you like me”

He rolled his eyes. “No shit. Do I need to kiss you again to prove a point cariño.”

“What happened to hating me” You teased.

He sighed, “you’re not letting go of that aren’t you. Just say if you’ll be my novia or this is a one time thing and we go back to mutually hating each other”

You snorted, letting out an indignant laugh. “I kissed you back, idiota what do you think.”

He smiled, leaning in as he kissed you again.

“So.. you weren’t in love with Camilo after all..?”

You groaned and whacked him on the head.

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morganaspendragonss · 2 years

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quédate un segundo más (7/8)

no i definitely haven't been putting off writing this chapter i don't know what you're talking about...

hopefully there will not be a long wait between this chapter and the last one. that's my intention, at least. we'll see how it goes

thanks to @marjansmarwani for the beta!

ao3 | 1.6k | cancer, nausea, vomiting

By the start of the sixth month, it’s more than clear that TK isn’t going to be one of those who outlives the doctors’ predictions. He’s almost entirely bed-bound now, and it feels like he’s got tubes and wires coming out of him from all angles.

It’s an exaggeration, but only barely; the ever-present pain has led to more and more medications, which TK wouldn’t have it in him to refuse if that was even an option. Which it isn’t. His medical team has made that abundantly clear.

It’s a team which now includes a couple of nurses—Jenny and Rana—who stop by everyday to check in and make sure his symptoms aren’t getting out of hand. TK had been sceptical of that particular goal at first, but now he’s more than grateful for them; they make sure there’s enough ‘just-in-case’ meds around the house and they help to take some of the pressure off Carlos.

God, Carlos. TK wants to cry every time he sees his husband standing so strong and stoic, always smiling, always working so hard to hide his true emotions. He wishes Carlos would just break down—TK thinks it would do them both good—but he understands why he doesn’t. If the roles were reversed, he knows he’d be doing the same thing.

And it’s a comfort to know that Carlos isn’t bottling things up completely. Carlos hasn’t told him anything specific, but the team have all reassured him that they’re watching out for him, and TK trusts them.

Convincing Carlos to take time for himself is becoming harder as the time goes on. Not only is Carlos practically glued to TK’s side these days, but TK’s running out of energy to force the issue. He just… He hates that he can’t be strong for Carlos in the same way Carlos is for him.

But at least they’re not alone.

It’s a bad day for both of them when Jenny and Rana knock on the door, a week into the sixth month. TK hasn’t been able to keep anything in his stomach for more than five minutes before it’s coming back up again, and Carlos’s hands shake as he goes to inject the afternoon’s dose of painkillers. The entire house smells of disinfectant and hospital despite Carlos’s attempts to spray air freshener everywhere, and TK is trying not to be difficult, he really is, but his body is in full-on rebellion.

“Stop,” TK mumbles, trying to push Carlos’s hand away from his arm. “Feel sick.”

“I know,” Carlos hushes. “I know, sweetheart. And the bowl is right here if you need it, but you have to let me do this, okay? It’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

“Don’t lie.” He doesn’t mean to say it. They’ve both been lying for months, to themselves and to each other; it’s just become part of their lives now. And are they really lies, if they both know the truth anyway? Carlos stills next to him, no longer fighting against TK’s attempts to push him away—though, nor is TK fighting him either.

He wants to apologise, but what comes out instead is another breathy, “Don’t lie.” He swallows a couple of times, tongue darting out to wet his cracking lips. “Promised, r’member? After the storm. No lies. No secrets.”

His head lolls to the side and his eyes slip closed, energy spent, but Carlos doesn’t move to take advantage of it. Instead, his hand moves to TK’s thigh and rubs it gently as he breathes in shakily.

“No lies,” he echoes. TK can hear the wobble in his voice, and he’s selfishly glad that he has his eyes closed right now. Watching Carlos try to hide the pain would be worse than if he let it all out, he thinks.

Then the knock comes, and Carlos stands, sniffing and taking deep breaths. TK listens as he sets the needle down and goes to open the door, not quite catching the quiet greetings when Jenny and Rana come inside.

Only one pair of footsteps approach TK’s chair, the other two heading in the direction of the kitchen.

“Hey TK,” Rana says softly, the stool next to his chair squeaking as she sits. “Carlos says you’ve not being feeling so good today.”

From anyone else, it might sound patronising, but that’s another one of the things TK likes about Jenny and Rana. They’re used to dealing with patients like him and they know he doesn’t want to be treated with kid gloves, even if his situation probably merits it. It’s the right amount of caring without falling on the side of babying, and it does go a way to make him not feel so useless.

He hums and peels his eyes open to look at her, the corners of his lips weakly curling up to match her warm smile. “I don’t know, I think I have a couple rounds left in me.”

Rana’s smile doesn’t falter and she huffs a small laugh. “I wouldn’t bet against you.”

“Appreciate it.”

He’s on the verge of drifting off again when Rana holds something in his eyeline—it takes a minute for TK’s eyes to focus enough to recognise it as the syringe of painkillers, but guilt floods him when he does. He nods and holds his arm out to Rana, barely registering the pinch of the needle as his gaze moves to where Carlos and Jenny are standing, both holding mugs of tea as they lean against the counter.

They’re talking quietly, Jenny rubbing at Carlos’s arm and nodding along in understanding. Carlos has his back to TK, presumably by design, but TK can tell his husband is crying.

He’s glad.

“Thank you,” he mumbles to Rana as she tapes the cotton ball onto his arm. “Both of you.”

“Of course.” She pats his knee then sits back, busying herself with noting the dose in his medical log. “We’re here to help you, TK, and we’re happy to. We both care about you a lot.”

“No.” TK shifts so he at least feels more upright and meets Rana’s gaze. “Carlos, he… Thank you for being there for him, too. Our friends, our family, they help, but they’re all feeling the same way. I’m glad he has you guys in his corner.”

Rana nods, sighing softly. “Like I said,” she continues, “we care about you guys.”

They stay for a couple of hours, the three of them talking while TK dozes, occasionally waking up enough to contribute to the conversation. He even manages to eat something, which seems inclined to stay down, so he chalks the afternoon up as a win.

Carlos is more relaxed too, and by the time five o’clock rolls around and TK hasn’t shown any signs of taking any drastic turns for the worse, he’s comfortable enough to go tidy the spare room, which is still a mess from Jonah’s last visit. He does check in with TK multiple times to make sure he’s okay with it, but TK’s too thankful Carlos is willing to leave the room to tell him no.

He’ll probably just nap anyway.

“Do you want to go to bed first?” Carlos asks, his thumb stroking back and forth along TK’s cheekbone. “You look tired.”

“What gave it away?” he replies dryly, earning a small smile in return. “But, no. I’m good here. Besides, it means you’re closer in case I do need help.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Carlos stands, pausing to press a lingering kiss to TK’s forehead as he does. “I’ll leave the door open, just yell if you need me for anything. And, TK”—he catches TK’s gaze, trying to look stern, though there’s still a clear softness in his eyes—“I do mean anything.”

TK is tempted to roll his eyes, but instead he just smiles and nods. “For sure. I’ll be fine.”

Carlos kisses him once more then leaves. TK settles back in his chair and sighs, trying to relax his aching muscles as he lets himself get swept away by the white noise of the tv playing in the background.

He genuinely feels okay, relatively speaking. Better than this morning, at least.

And, of course, it’s when Carlos is out of the room and when TK is finally semi-comfortable that the nausea makes its horrific return.

He tries taking deep breaths, but the battle has already been fought and lost; TK just has to ride through it now. He feels around for the puke bowl that’s been an almost constant feature of their front room for a while now, but he comes up empty—why, he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t have time to think on it.

Once more, TK tries to force back a gag to call out to Carlos, but the very thought of opening his mouth feels like tempting fate too much.

So he gets up, staggering on unsteady legs towards the sink. He almost makes it too, one hand reaching to grasp the counter, but an untimely heave throws him off balance, and he falls. There’s a sickening crack as he collapses to the floor, his outstretched arm bouncing hard off the counter and a lightning bolt of pain flashing right through him.

He doesn’t hit his head, but everything blurs as if he does. His heartbeat echoes like drums in his ears, or maybe that’s just Carlos’s footsteps, because TK blinks and his husband is there, cradling him in his arms with his phone in hand.

Carlos’s mouth is moving, probably reassuring him that he’s going to be fine, but TK knows.

He’s lying on his kitchen floor, his arm throbbing uselessly at his side, with no strength in his body to move a muscle.

And he knows.

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toosicktoocare · 3 years

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writing a 3-chapter 911 fic set after 911 S4 Ep 3 and 911 Lone Star S2 Ep 3 :)

Also found on AO3

Buck thumbs at the screen of his cell phone, eyes blurring faintly around the edges. He taps to his messages, working around a yawn as he types out a quick text.

[To: Eddie] made it

Even through the dirt and pollen prickled across his windshield, the apartment complex before him looks nice, modern, and somehow a little out of place. His phone buzzes in his hand, and he frowns when he spots Eddie’s name flicking across his notification bar. It’s late… Well, Buck thinks, looking at the red 3:16 AM time blinking at the corner of his jeep’s radio, it’s actually really early, and Eddie should definitely be asleep right now.

[From: Eddie] Good. I was worried.

Buck doesn’t miss the faint blush that creeps up his cheeks, and yet, his eyes all but sink at Eddie’s text. The warmth flushing his cheeks is superficial; it doesn’t touch his eyes with bright colors, nor does it guide his lips into a smile. It just… hurts. His chest feels tight, and his heart feels too small against a towering, empty rib cage. Sighing, he taps back a message.

[To: Eddie] you’re such a worrywart

The sudden low rumble of thunder overhead scares Buck. He jumps, and his phone flies from his hand, hitting the passenger seat floor with a thump. “Shit,” he mutters, feeling around for it in the dark, snagging it only after it buzzes with a third message.

[From: Eddie] how am I not supposed to worry when you tell me you’re taking a solo boy’s trip right after a 24-hour?

[From: Eddie] I’m pretty sure the single gray hair I found on my head is not because of Christopher.

[From: Eddie] He’s bummed you didn’t take him, by the way.

Buck skims through the messages, shaking his head.

[To: Eddie] tell Chris he’s my wingman for my next 10 trips

[To: Eddie] also go to sleep old man

His phone lights up with a series of emojis, some of which don’t actually make sense, and Buck can’t help but laugh quietly to himself. He and Hen have been teaching Eddie to use emojis more in his texts so he doesn’t “sound like such an old geezer,” as Hen so nicely puts it, and since then, he’s been using every symbol he can get his hands on, unaware of how inappropriate many are. It’s cute, and that alone is enough to have Buck’s smile curving back downward, and the pain that was temporarily pushed back by harmless messages of angry face emojis comes back to the center of his chest, a heavy pressure he can’t shake. His eyes flick across Eddie’s final message.

[From: Eddie] I can hear you groaning from here, so I’ll stop. Seriously though, get some rest, Buck. I’m pretty sure my old man heart can’t take another 20 hours of you driving back on no sleep.

[To: Eddie] will do. night Eddie

He locks his phone, and for a moment, he just stares at the raindrops drumming lightly against his windshield. They mix in with the dust and grime of a twenty-hour road trip, streaking down in inconsistent zigzags that blur the apartment building in front of him. Even enclosed in the car, he can feel the thickness of humidity pushing against his jeep, and he can only imagine how heavy it is when paired with the rain.

This is stupid, he thinks. He shouldn’t be here. Sure, he can give spontaneity a run for its money on many an occasion, but this? Twenty hours in a car on no sleep? Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cut it, neither does the headache pounding dully against his temples. Still, he knows that if he didn’t come, he’d be spending yet another sleepless weekend alone, with only his thoughts twisting into daggers in his mind.

He works through his nerves, breathing low and deep, focusing on how wide his lungs can expand along his rib cage and not on the fact that he’s sitting in his jeep twenty hours from home ridiculously early in the morning in a different state.

“Come on, Buck,” he tells himself, shaking out his arms and rolling his shoulders. “Just go.” He follows his own verbal lead, hopping out of his jeep with a low gasp. The rain is somehow suffocatingly hot against his skin yet cold enough to have him trembling. He curses under his breath, wrapping his arms around himself as he jogs up to the apartment building, whipping past rooms until he stops on the number he’s read everyday in a text for the last three weeks.

He’s tucked under an awning, staring at the door that somehow seems far too large and daunting, just like everything else in this damn state. “Knock.” He rolls his eyes at his own voice and lifts his hand, rapping his knuckles quickly against the door.

It takes a moment for a light to flick on behind the closed blinds, and then Buck can hear locks clicking. His breath goes tight in his throat, stopping just before his lungs, and his shaking slows until he’s impossibly still on this foreign apartment step. The door opens, and he frowns, eyes briefly flicking from the tall, dark, and very shirtless man and back to the number on the door that he knows he got right.

“Hey, man. Can I help you?”

“Uh,” Buck drags out around a nervous laugh. He smiles sheepishly, and on instinct, rubs at the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry. I was looking for—”

“—Buck?”

The man’s face twists, his jaw tightening into a sharp line, and Buck leans over, looking past the man’s shoulder to see TK walking into what appears to be a combo living/dining room from a dark hallway. He looks tired but openly worried, and Buck can feel what little composure he’s hanging onto by a frayed thread crumbling.

“Woah, wait. This… This is Buck? This is the guy from LA you’ve been texting for weeks?”

TK rolls his eyes, but the furrow in his brow remains, so prominent against his pale face. He pads quickly across the room, squeezing into the doorway. “Stop, Carlos,” he mutters, sharing a quiet look with Carlos before he turns back to Buck, frown deep. “Buck? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Buck can only imagine how he must look: pale, drenched, tired, broken. He can feel his eyes stinging, and he swallows thickly. “Do you remember when I asked you if you wanted to hang out sometime if you’re ever in LA, and you told me you have a boyfriend?” The words are practically spilling from his tongue. He practiced. For twenty hours, he ran through just how exactly he planned to initiate this impromptu visit, but now that he’s living the scenario, his mind’s a jumbled, shaking mess.

“Uh, sure?” TK cocks his head to the side, and for a moment, he holds an expression that shows how lost he is, but then his face softens, and Buck can already hear the apology mixing in with recognition.

“Shit, Buck. I didn’t mean to insinuate—”

“—no, it’s…” Buck struggles with his words, his voice shaking. He laughs again, but the small huff of air cracks, and even though he wishes he can blame the sudden dampness on his cheeks on the rain dripping coldly from his hair, he knows his eyes are overflowing wells he can no longer control. “I just… I guess I’m just really confused, and… I wanted… You seem so confident, and I just—”

“—Hey, it’s okay,” TK tries softly. His eyes, Buck thinks, are endless pools of understanding that tug him in.

“Why don’t you come in?” Carlos starts, stepping aside. “You’re shivering.”

Buck jerks through a nod, swiping the back of his hand across his eyes, and he follows TK and Carlos inside, arms wrapping back around his middle tightly, whether to warm himself or keep himself from breaking, he’s not too sure.

“Do you have any clothes to change into?” TK asks, frowning as he plucks at Buck’s wet, short-sleeve shirt that’s clinging to his torso.

“Ah, no,” Buck laughs weakly, eyes falling to the floor. “I didn’t really… I kind of just left?”

“Okay,” TK nods carefully, eyes holding onto Buck’s shaking frame for a moment. “Carlos, do you have something he can borrow?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Buck watches as Carlos disappears into the dark hallway, and then, he just sort of checks out. He can feel that he’s being ushered into a bathroom, and he’s faintly aware that the bathroom is nice. It’s large, open, and for a moment, he’s mutely in awe. But then there’s dry clothes being shoved into his arms, and he stares blankly at them, frowning.

“Buck?”

Buck’s slow to pull his gaze from the clothes to TK, but when he does, TK’s still frowning, and Buck offers a half-smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Sorry. I’ll just be a minute.”

TK’s nod is hesitant, matching his motions. He stops to pull open the mirror and rifle through it before he slips out of the bathroom, and Buck stares, tired and numb. He’s slow and shaky when removing his wet clothes, but when he’s slipping into dry clothes that, though are a tad short, fit him fairly well, he begins to feel more present and aware.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. He paces the length of the bathroom, eyes catching onto his flushed, worn reflection. “Shit,” he repeats, louder, because he’s staring in a mirror in a bathroom in an apartment in freaking Texas.

“Hey, Buck? You okay?”

Buck turns to the knock on the door. “Y-yeah. Coming!” He shakes out his arms again, briefly bends over to splash some water on his face, and then he slips out of the bathroom, feeling an odd concoction of apologetic and embarrassed.

“Better?”

TK’s eyes are mutely narrow, almost to the point that Buck thinks he’s being looked through not at.

“Yeah, thanks.” He steps after TK until he’s dropping down onto the couch after TK motions toward it. “This place is… it’s really nice.”

TK opens his mouth to speak, but Carlos cutsin, slipping from the kitchen and masterfully balancing three coffee mugs between his two hands.

“Thanks. Coffee?”

“God, yes,” Buck all but groans, and he eagerly accepts the mug, his fingers stretching and wrapping around it, leeching the warmth. Carlos drops to the couch beside him, and Buck smiles softly, turning back to see TK sitting down on the edge of the coffee table across from him, his coffee going untouched.

“Look,” Buck starts, clearing his throat. “I’m really sorry. I should have called.” He takes a moment to see that both TK and Carlos are now sporting shirts, but their hair is still rumpled, and though both are alert and focused on him, he can still catch the hint of interrupted sleep in their eyes. “And I should have not shown up stupid early in the morning.”

“Well,” Carlos drags out, leaning back against the couch and propping his feet up on the table. “You’re here, so let’s hear it.”

“What?” Buck knows what, but the question’s quick to slip from his tongue.

“What you said at the door,” TK clarifies softly, leaning forward to pat Buck’s knee. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Buck pulls his gaze to the mug still wrapped tightly in his hands, his eyes watching the dark liquid, the steam still billowing faintly up, breaking at the rim. “How’d you know?”

“That I’m gay?” TK supplies, and Buck nods, keeping his gaze trained downward.

Laughing, TK leans back. “It’s kind of just something I always knew. I just never thought of women the same way my friends did.”

Frowning, Buck pulls his gaze up from the cup, working TK’s words around his head, new gears slotting into a stuttering machine. “What if I like women, and I thought I only liked women, but—”

“—then you met someone, who happens to be of the same sex, that you click with so well that it’s almost scary how right it feels?” Carlos interrupts, and Buck whips a wide gaze to him, nodding quickly.

“And you think maybe you’re just really great friends with this guy, but then you start to think about how you can’t imagine what your life was really like before him, and you really don’t want to imagine what your life would be like without him.”

“Holy shit,” Buck breathes, nodding still. “Yeah, all of that. How’d you…”

“Have you considered that you may be bisexual, Buck?”

Buck turns back to TK, frowning. “No? I mean, maybe?” He groans and leans forward to set his coffee mug down before he throws himself back against the couch, running his hands down his face. “I guess I haven’t really tried to label it? It’s not something I really thought about before—”

“—Eddie?”

Buck drops his hands to his lap, sighing, his entire body deflating against it. “What gave it away?”

“Every other text you send me has something to do with him or his son,” TK supplies, and Buck nods, a weak smile trying at his lips.

“Sorry about that.”

TK shrugs. “It’s cute. You two seem really close, and it’s obvious his son thinks the world of you.”

Buck smiles again, and though small, it feels natural, real, and he stops looking at the plush carpet as if it’s the most endearing thing in the world and pulls a slow gaze back up to meet TK’s present, encouraging eyes.

“You haven’t told him.”

It’s not a question, but Buck still shakes his head anyway. There isn’t a single inch of his entire being that doesn’t want to tell Eddie, that doesn’t want to open up to Eddie, to tell him that he’s the only constant that makes complete sense in his life. It’s maddening, enough, apparently, to drive twenty hours to Texas to confide in people he’s really only just met.

“I don’t know how,” he mutters, his voice cracking. His eyes are stinging again, and he doesn’t try to blink back the tears. “I’m so… scared,” he adds, his hands smoothing down his thighs. “I almost ruined everything between us once—I can’t… I don’t want to risk that again.”

“At some point,” Carlos starts, leaning forward and clapping a hand to Buck’s shoulder, “you’ll have to tell him. Not for him, but for you. You go on like this, and you’ll drive yourself crazy.”

“Plus, while I don’t know Eddie personally, from what you say about him, it sounds like he’ll be understanding regardless of how he ends up really feeling.”

Buck’s gaze, though blurry, shifts between TK and Carlos, back and forth, two warm, kind faces that encompass him. He knows, deep down, that they’re right, that Eddie will understand no matter what because that’s just the type of person Eddie is: impossibly kind and endlessly forgiving. Still, since he’s accepted that something’s wrong, that his heart’s sporting some cuts and bruises that’ve been building over the years, he’s afraid. He’s scared of what will become of his own mind if he tells Eddie how he really feels because of all things he faces on a daily basis, his thoughts are the most frightening.

“I just,” he tries, a hushed sob ripping up his throat. “Sorry. I just… I’m not usually this—”

“—emotional?” Carlos finishes at the same time TK cuts in with “feverish?”

“What?”

“I second that,” Carlos starts, frowning. “What?”

TK grabs the ear thermometer he snagged from the bathroom minutes before, waving it before Buck’s face. “Your skin’s warm to the touch, and people aren’t usually chilled after running around in humid, Texas rain.” TK leans forward, pressing the thermometer into Buck’s right ear, and Buck can only frown, pressing the back of his hand to his own cheek and sluggishly equating his headache to the heat that brushes against his knuckles.

“101.4,” TK mutters when the thermometer beeps. “When’s the last time you slept?”

Buck cocks his head to the side. “It’s Saturday morning, and I worked a 24-hour Thursday to Friday, so Wednesday?”

“Jesus, Buck!”

“You drove here after a 24?” TK spits out, slipping to his feet and crossing his arms. “With a fever?”

Wincing, Buck makes to get to his feet, slipping until he’s perched only on the edge of the couch. He’s heard this disappointment before, always after he’s done something others deem too reckless, and he’s found the best remedy is to remove himself from the situation, to reflect alone, work through his own, warring thoughts. “Sorry, I’ll go—”

“—what?” TK stammers at the same time Carlos almost growls “you most certainly will not.”

Buck blinks slowly. “Sorry, I’m confused?”

“Buck, you’re definitely not leaving this apartment to venture out into a state you’re unfamiliar in with a fever.” TK softens his tone, and his expression follows suit. “Sorry for yelling; we’re just worried.”

“Oh,” Buck mutters, his lips rounding. “I’m probably just tired.”

“I wonder why,” Carlos teases, and Buck laughs around a yawn.

“Are you guys sure, though? I can find a hotel—”

“—Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” TK cocks a brow, and Buck smiles, sheepish and small but real.

In minutes, he’s set up on the couch with blankets and medicine already pumping into his system, and in the short time it’s taken to get him settled, he must have thanked the two, at least, forty times, stopping only when Carlos slammed a pillow into his face. He assured the two, repeatedly, that he’d wake them if he feels worse, and once they were sure he wasn’t lying, they slipped off to the bedroom, leaving Buck alone.

It’s nearing four in the morning, and Buck’s already nodding off, the weight of exhaustion and the heat of the fever pulling him down, but when his phone begins buzzing, he jerks forward, squinting at the name: Eddie’s (Dumb) Landline.

Eddie doesn’t call from the landline; he specifically calls from his cell phone. Christopher however… Buck can’t press the answer button fast enough.

“Chris? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is your dad okay?”

“Hi, Buck.”

“Hey, Bud,” Buck says, voice tight, worried. “What’s going on?”

“I had another nightmare.”

Buck’s face falls, and he gnaws lightly at his lower lip. “Yeah? How come you didn’t wake your dad?”

“He’s tired. He said you’re on a trip.”

“Ah, yeah,” Buck mutters, smiling softly. “I drove to Texas to visit some friends.”

“How come you didn’t take me?”

“Because,” Buck draws out, “I had to make sure they were prepared to meet the single coolest person on the planet.” Christopher laughs on the other line, and then he tries to hush himself, mumbling how he has to be quiet, and Buck smiles wider.

“You should go back to bed, Chris. It’s really late. Remember what we talked about: you’re stronger than any nightmare.”

“I’m stronger than any nightmare,” Chris parrots back, and Buck nods, more to himself.

“Night, Buck. Love you.”

Though Buck’s heard it countless times, hearing Chris so openly express himself to Buck never ceases to catch Buck’s breath, to spread warmth across his chest, press band aids against wounds only he can see.

“Love you too, Christopher.”

#911 fox #911 lone star #9-1-1 #9-1-1 lone star #buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #christopher diaz #fanfiction #9-1-1 fox #we out here #making our own canon

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detectivereyes · 3 years

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Even If You Stumble A Step, You’re Still Moving Forward

Summary: TK and Carlos move into their new home post-finale and TK doesn't exactly make the best first impression on their new neighbors...

Notes: this was like a fever dream i had a few months ago and then i stopped writing but decided to revive it last night so... here we are. also title creds (and emotional support creds) to jillian @marjansmarwani because this fic wouldn’t exist without her. and also s/o to brit @moviegeek03 for being extra supportive of yet another fic where [spoiler] tk falls down the stairs again :/

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TK shuffles through the maze of boxes stacked several feet high throughout their new home. The scene shouldn’t surprise him considering it was only a few months ago he was moving his own boxes into their old home. However it feels different knowing that most of this stuff isn’t actually theirs.

Well, it is theirs now he figures. But the fact remains that most of the stuff filling the space was either given to them by various members of the extended 126 family, or was recently purchased by TK or Carlos on one of their many trips to Bed Bath and Beyond.

They had taken their time searching for a new place to live. Owen had made it clear that they were both welcome to stay with him (and Mateo) for as long as they needed, but TK had known it was time.

So when a townhome popped up on Zillow that met all their criteria, they wasted no time booking an appointment with the realtor. They both had instantly fallen in love with the open floor plan and deck out back. Plus they knew the extra bedrooms upstairs may come in handy someday.

While they knew the vertical layout of the home itself wasn’t the best, having more stairs than either of them were used to, it checked every other box and was right in their price range so they had wasted no time signing the lease.

A few days had passed since settlement and now most of their days were spent trying to unpack and make this new house into a home. It would never replace the one they had lost, but it had been exciting to build this new home together.

Though on this particular day, TK found himself alone in trying to get settled in since Carlos had a shift. With the 126 still out of commission, possibly forever, and the department not having any openings for paramedics, most of the unpacking was left for TK.

After getting a good chunk of the living room done, he checks the time and decides to go out and see if the mail has come yet. Not that he’s expecting anything with their address still being so new, and not getting much physical mail anyway to begin with. But it still provided a good excuse to take a break.

TK opens the front door and starts to make his way down the set of stairs leading down.

He makes it about halfway before his attention is caught by one of his new next door neighbors, Mr. Martin- if he remembers correctly, exiting at the same time. Mr. Martin gives a friendly wave and TK goes to return the gesture.

Except, he’s not paying attention when he takes the next step, and he misses, his heel just barely hitting the edge of the step before he starts to go down. He tumbles until he comes to a hard stop at the bottom, with most of his weight coming down on his right knee, sending shooting pains up and down his leg.

The rest of his body is sore, and by the time his ears stop ringing, he can just barely make out a new female voice asking “Sir, are you okay?”

He opens his eyes, which he had not even realized he had squeezed shut at some point, to see his neighbor, Mrs. Bailey- his brain supplies, from across the street making her way over to check on him, worried lines painting across her forehead.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m fine,” he grimaces while pushing himself up to a seated position. He tries to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. Not the best way to make a good first impression on his neighbors.

“Are you sure, son? We can call for help if you need it. Someone you know, or 9-1-1?” Mr. Martin joins in the conversation.

“No!” TK interjects too quickly, startling both neighbors. He panics for a moment when the weight of the predicament settles in. He meets the gaze of both figures still staring at him, clearly concerned and waiting for him to say something. “I mean, I’m a paramedic. I’m fine. Or I will be fine. Thank you,” he flashes them both a quick smile before pushing himself up off the ground, ignoring the sharp pains that radiate from his knee when he tries to put any weight on it.

Getting back up the stairs is no easy feat, and he doesn’t have to turn around to know that both Mr. Martin and Mrs. Bailey are still watching him, concerned. Fortunately, they don’t know him well enough to try and follow or help. He’s not sure he would feel comfortable enough receiving help from some strangers. Half the time he doesn’t even feel comfortable receiving help from the people he does know.

He leans heavily on the railing, refusing to turn around out of fear of further mortification. Once he’s inside the home, he collapses right inside the hall, unable to go any further since his knee decided to stop cooperating.

A few tears pool in his eyes, and he’s unsure if that’s due to the pain or embarrassment. Not knowing what else to do, he takes out his phone and shoots a quick text to Carlos.

TK: we have to move

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for the three dots to pop up before being replaced by Carlos’ response.

Carlos: ???

TK sighs and rubs his face, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation.

TK: i feel down the stairs out front and all the neighbors saw

Carlos: Holy shit, are you okay??

He lets out a puff of air at that.

TK: you mean besides my bruised ego?

TK: no, i hurt my knee but i’m fine. that’s not the issue here.

Carlos: Okay, I’ll be home in an hour and you can let me be the judge of that. If I see any swelling, we’re going to the doctor.”

He rolls his eyes at Carlos’ worry. At worst, it’s a bad sprain, nothing that can’t be fixed with some icing and wrapping. But there are other things they need to worry about.

TK: you’re missing the point, carlos. the entire neighborhood thinks i’m an idiot. we can’t live here anymore.

TK knows he’s being dramatic, but the more he thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. The idea that these are people he’s going to have to continue to face everyday for the foreseeable future. And that now all they’ll be able to think about when they do see him. Now he’ll just be known as the guy who can’t walk down stairs.

Carlos: Relax, TK. I’ll be home soon.

TK: you mean our temporary place of residence which we will soon be moving out of

He doesn’t get a response after that.

His mind continues to spiral while he waits for Carlos to arrive. He knows the other man is likely climbing the walls trying to leave his shift early but it would still be awhile before he could be allowed to leave.

Left alone with his thoughts, his mind keeps playing out the series of events that happened minutes ago. He can't help but beat himself up over embarrassing himself like that. Ironically enough, it’s not even the first time he’s fallen down stairs, having taken a tumble down the stairs in Carlos’ place a few months back. And of course he would manage to injure himself that time, and this time as well.

He should at least try to get up so he can find an ice pack to lessen the swelling. Sitting on the floor up against the wall can’t be doing his knee any favors. Yet he can’t bring himself to move, instead resting his head back against the wall and sighing.

TK pulls out his phone again, cycling through the apps until he hears the tell-tale keys jingling in the already unlocked door.

As soon as Carlos steps through the door, he nearly trips over TK in the doorway. “Woah, hey! TK, are you okay?” he crouches down to TK’s level.

TK shrugs. Now that he’s face to face with Carlos, he can’t help but feel suffocated by another person judging him, even if Carlos’ worry comes from a place of concern.

“Can I take a look at your knee?”

TK nods, allowing Carlos to gently inspect his swollen joint. He winces as Carlos traces his hand around his kneecap.

“This doesn’t look good, babe. I think we need to go to the hospital.”

“No, it’s fine,” he quickly shakes his head. The worried look in Carlos’ eyes only makes his heart ache, and he can only try to find ways to make it go away. “Just help me up and we can ice it. It will look better once the swelling goes down a bit.”

Carlos gives him a look that screams I don’t believe you but sighs. “Fine, but if it doesn’t…”

“I know, I know. You’ll drag my ass to the emergency room,” TK gives him a reassuring smile.

Carlos returns the smile, and extends a hand to help TK up. TK accepts, and allows Carlos to take on most of his weight once he’s standing. They slowly make their way over to the living room, with Carlos softly depositing TK onto the sofa. He then disappears into the kitchen before returning with an ice pack in hand.

“Thanks,” TK smiles, trying to mask the wince as Carlos places the pack onto his knee.

“Do you want to watch an episode of The Office?” Carlos asks, picking up the remote and settling in the spot next to TK.

TK shrugs, knowing that Carlos is just trying to appeal to him by offering to put on his favorite show. The other man doesn’t even like the show that much, often finding the humor dry and tasteless, but TK thinks he just doesn’t get it.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”

There it is.

“I just can’t believe I did that in front of our new neighbors. They probably think I’m an idiot.”

“I’m sure no one thinks you’re an idiot, TK,” Carlos gently reassures him.

“Yeah all the neighbors saw me make an idiot of myself,” TK sighs exasperatedly. “God, how am I supposed to face these people everyday now?”

“Hate to break it to you babe, but this is not a valid reason for us to move.”

“I know,” he sighs again.

“Besides,” Carlos continues. “If your track record has proven anything, it’s that this won’t be the last medical emergency at our new home. It’s good that the neighbors are getting used to it now.”

TK gives him a pointed look.

“I’m pretty sure this is the second time you’ve fallen down the stairs since we’ve started dating,” Carlos says with a light chuckle.

“Whatever,” TK scoffs. “At least the other time it wasn’t in front of total strangers.”

Carlos softens. “That’s true. But I’m sure the neighbors just care about you. I don’t think this is that big of a deal, TK.”

“You weren’t there though. It was mortifying.”

“What did they say, exactly?”

TK nervously looks down. “They asked if I was okay. And if I needed any help.”

Carlos raises his eyebrow, waiting to see if TK continues.

“They offered to call for help but I said no and went back inside.”

“See? They just care about you TK. I haven’t really talked to anyone yet but they seem like nice people.”

“I guess,” TK shrugs.

“I know, you’re still embarrassed. But if nothing else, they’ll probably forget about it by the next time we see them.”

“You don’t think I’ll be known as the ‘clumsy neighbor who can’t walk down stairs’?”

“Maybe the ‘cute clumsy neighbor that can’t walk down stairs,’” Carlos says with a smirk. “But we could always change that.”

TK cocks his head to the side.

“You think our new neighbors might enjoy some peach scones when we go over and have a proper introduction?”

“You really plan to charm our new neighbors with your baking?”

“You think it will work?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then yes, I do,” Carlos grins proudly. He then leans over and gently removes the ice pack from TK’s knee, grimacing at what he sees. “This still looks pretty swollen, babe. I think we need to go to the hospital.”

TK gives him a pained smile. “You sure I can’t talk my way out of this?”

“Nope,” Carlos says, popping the p. He stands up before extending his hand to help TK do the same.

TK accepts, shifting his weight and leaning into Carlos once he’s fully upright.

“You know, I think you may have a paramedic blindspot when it comes to your own health.”

TK lets out a light laugh. “Yeah, I’ve been told.”

A week later, Carlos softly knocks on the door of Mrs. Bailey’s home across the street with one hand and a plate of peach scones in the other. TK had offered to hold the scones but when they went over to Mr. Martin's home earlier in the day, it was quickly discovered it was too difficult for him to manage getting up the stairs and holding the plate.

So he settles for letting Carlos do most of the work while he awkwardly limps up the stairs, leaning heavily on the railing to keep some pressure off his knee.

After their quick trip to the emergency room, it had been determined that TK’s initial assessment was right and it was just a bad sprain. He was given a brace to help reduce the pain and a pair of crutches, which (much to Carlos’ dismay) he abandoned after only two days, citing that they only made it harder to get around their home which he can now say for certain has too many damn stairs.

A problem which seems to follow him as he also has to get up the stairs to greet his neighbors.

“Maybe we should have moved to a neighborhood of single level homes,” he states with a wince as he joins Carlos at the front door.

Carlos snorts. “We can take it into consideration if we ever have to move again.”

“God, please don’t say that. I don’t want to think about moving ever again.”

“Good,” Carlos gives him a soft smile. “Because I’m planning on staying here for the long run.”

“Me too,” TK returns the smile just as Mrs. Bailey opens the door.

“What a lovely surprise!” she exclaims taking in the sight of the two men.

“Hello ma’am,” Carlos says with a polite smile.

“We brought you some scones,” TK adds, gesturing to the plate in Carlos’ hands.

“Oh how thoughtful of you. Please come in. How are you doing?” she asks, turning to TK. “I’ve been worried.”

He exchanges a look with Carlos, the other man's face clearly saying I told you she cares, before turning back to Mrs. Bailey.

“I’m fine, ma’am. Thank you for asking. It’s just a bad sprain. But I do appreciate your concern, especially the other week.”

“Oh, of course dear,” she says with a warm smile. “Now, you boys aren’t going to make me eat these scones all by myself are you?”

They both let out a light chuckle and exchange another glance before following their new neighbor, and friend inside.

#i've posted too much today #but i need share before i end up deleting it #but actually if it flops i may just delete anyway #whatever at this point #911 lone star #911lonestarfic #tarlosfic #my fic #usersaaya #userbones #reyeslonestartag #pragmaticoptimist34 #tuserpaige

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soemthingsparkly · 4 years

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WHAT IF after learning that Reggie often goes hungry Mama Rose starts giving Julie two lunches everyday, one to give Reggie? At first Julie is confused because why are we feeding Reggie? But then her mom tells her everything and Julie is like 'haha i'm killing Reggie's parents, mama'

"Here, I had leftovers, so could you please give this to Reggie?" Rose asks, handing her daughter a second lunch bag.

Julie raises an eyebrow. "O-kay... Why Reggie?"

"I just made too much and had leftovers."

"So, why don't you just have it for lunch?"

"Well, it's his favourite."

"Okay... I guess?" Julie says, and packs the two lunches in her backpack. She swings it over her shoulder. "Alright, I'll see you later then."

"Have a good day, my love," Rose says, pressing a kiss to her temple before waving her out the door.

The next day, Rose does it again. Julie peers inside the lunch bag and frowns.

"Mom, this isn't leftovers, you've literally made another sandwich."

Rose hums, innocently. She busies herself by rinsing the chopping board in the sink.

Julie narrows her eyes. "Mom, what are you up to?"

"Cleaning up, Mija."

"No, I mean, why are you making lunches for Reggie? What's going on?"

Rose presses her lips together, before she sighs, turns the tap off, and dries her hands with a tea towel.

"Okay, listen, Julie. This stays between me and you, okay? I don't want you talking to Carlos or the other boys about it, okay?"

A worried crease forms between Julie's brow.

"Okay..."

"I don't think Reggie's parents are feeding him properly."

Julie blinks, then frowns. "Wait, what? Why do you think that? I know they're..." Julie huffs and rolls her eyes, "Kind of awful, but feeding a child is pretty basic stuff, even for them."

"You know when I made my beans the other night?"

Julie nods.

"It's because I found Reggie snooping through the cupboards. I thought he was just looking for a snack, but Julie," Rose leans in. "He told me he hadn't eaten in days."

"What, how? That's..."

Impossible?

Julie tried to recall the last time she'd seen Reggie eating before the other night when they all sat down and enjoyed Rose's fried beans.

Her eyes widen as she realises she can't remember a single incident of Reggie eating around them in the past week.

"Oh my god..." She gasps. "Mom, what the hell, that's..."

Julie grabs the lunch bag and rips it open again. "Do you think this is enough? Maybe we should make him another sandwich... And another packet of chips. You know what? I'm gonna text the guys..."

But Rose puts her hand over Julie's screen.

"Hey, hey, no. No. I told you, I don't want to see you to anyone about it, except me, okay?"

"But the guys are–"

"No, Julie. Nobody. Do you understand? That means not the guys, not Flynn or your brother. Don't bring it up with your dad, either. Not yet. I want to have a word with him first.

Julie lowers her phone. "But, I don't understand why he wouldn't just tell us. We could've helped him sooner."

"Because he's embarrassed, Julie."

Julie looks up at her mother. "Why?"

"Would you want your friends to know that your parents weren't feeding you?"

Julie tries to imagine a world in which that would be the case. It's hard, but she thinks of the pity she'd receive from the guys and Flynn. She imagines they'd treat her like something fragile, something worth doting over.

"Okay. Okay, fine," she says. "I won't."

"Thank you."

"Can he at least come over for dinner, tonight?"

Rose smiles. "That's a great idea, Mija."

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #Reggie Peters #julie molina #jaz writes jatp #julie and the himbos #Rose Molina #Mama Rose #jaz answers jatp #jaz answers

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gcnedark · 2 years

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An Aaron angst drabble, fuck you

Ghosts surrounded Aaron like vultures, everyday of his fucking life they did. He knew it was his fault they were even there.

There were so many people he failed, all because he wasn't strong enough, wasn't quick enough, wasn't clever enough, wasn't GOOD enough.

His friends throughout his youth, he couldn't name one that survived to see their 20s, Lin, Carlos, Aisha, Johnny.. His own daughter..

Even the thought sent a blade straight to his heart, twisting to the very core. He shouldve been better. He should've been what they needed.

A better father, a better friend, a better brother, a better man.

He lost them all because of his own fuckups, he had avenged four, but there was one he couldn't. He had murdered Maero and Jessica for Carlos, he had strangled Sharp to death for Lin, sliced Jyunichi apart for Aisha, crushed Phillipe for Johnny, but he couldn't avenge his girl.

The only way he could do that is if he got rid of the thing that he blamed for taking her away- besides the heart condition.. himself.

It only made sense, he didn't get her to the hospital fast enough- and she died in his arms. She didn't even turn 5 before she was gone, he had held her, whispering promises into her ears as he ran as fast as his legs could go. "You'll be okay" and "don't worry, daddy will make it alright."

He lied to her.

Aaron remembered bursting through the hospitals entrance, screaming for any person that would listen.

"YOURE GONNA FUCKING HELP MY GIRL- OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL KILL EVERYONE IN THIS GODDAMN BUILDING!"

Security held him back as they took her corpse away, he screamed at them as loud as he possibly could to help her, but they already knew she was gone. He couldn't accept that, his baby couldn't be dead- she was the only good thing he contributed to the world, she was perfect, she was everything to him.

He broke down when it finally clicked in his head, falling to the ground and sobbing, still being stood over by the security who were restraining him just seconds before. He bawled his eyes out on that floor, breathless as he screamed out.

No one attempted to comfort him, for the best. He didnt deserve it, he failed her, he failed his baby and he could never forgive himself for that.

Her voice was always the loudest as it taunted him, not a day in the past 14 years had passed where he didn't hear her at least once, reminding him about how he fucked up.. how he could've saved her, but he failed.

It continued to taunt, and he could only sit there and let every word pierce his heart. He deserved it.

It was his fault anyways.

#sinner thats a saint [ aaron trouble ]#! drabble

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robinofinashiro · 4 years

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- request from anonymous: “i’ve seen scenarios about miyuki leaving the reader but could i have a req for maybe narumiya making the reader leave and she somehow ends up at seidou and with miyuki and narumiya finds out?”

- request status: open

- pairing: ex narumiya mei, miyuki kazuya x fem! reader

your eyes widened, not believing what you were seeing.

you and Narumiya hadn’t seen each other in what felt like weeks. you both had been so busy with your individual schedules that it felt hard to make time for each other.

you wondered how many ‘practices’ Narumiya had made up seeing as though he had his arm around another girl at a cafe. he was flirting up a storm as the girl sat with a deep crimson blush spread across her face.

you couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief as you walked into the cafe. you had a plan conjured up in your head that you knew would make a scene in front of the cafe but frankly, you were feeling too upset to even care on how that made you look. it was the only thing that ran through your mind at the moment.

you walked into the cafe and made sure that Narumiya didn’t see your face. you quietly asked for a iced americano and waited patiently until you got your drink. as you waited for your drink, you made conversation with one of the barista’s, apologizing to her advance.

she handed you the iced coffee as you thanked her and walked up to the table where the girl and Narumiya were sitting at. his eyes instantly widened as the girl looked up at your mortified.

“Mei, I thought you had practice today with Carlos and Shirakawa?” you asked him, your tone hinting at sarcasm. you could tell Narumiya was struggling for words as you felt the other patrons looking at the scene unfolding, “or did you make that up so you could go on a date?” you asked again, this time clutching your coffee with a iron grip.

the girl tried to get up from the chair as you shook your finger no, “oh no, you both have me several different types of fucked up if you think either of you are getting out of this,” with that, you uncapped the coffee before pouring it over the two of them.

the entire cafe looked at the three of you, eyes widened and mouths almost on the floor. you gave them a look as they both couldn’t believe what was happening.

you bent to Narumiya’s level before staring at him in the eyes, “the next time you want to go out on dates with another girl, make sure to have enough respect to actually break up with me instead of cheating,” you spoke before looking to the girl, “and if you plan on continuing to see him, remember this lesson when he starts getting ‘random’ practices everyday.”

standing up, you dusted yourself off before giving one last apology to the baristas before leaving. you could sense that Narumiya was planning on chasing you down but you decided on taking a turn into a random crowded alley to lose him.

word had gotten around Inashiro about the dramatic break up between Inashiro’s ace and his girlfriend. you had walked into Inashiro the following day with your head held high as your friends immediately crowded around you to hear the full story.

“wait so you went up to them, dumped iced coffee all over them, and left?” you nodded, not bothering to play into the drama by continuing to make the situation worse, “yeah. that’s what the ace of Inashiro gets when he decides it’s okay to cheat on his girlfriend of two years.”

they could tell that you were getting more and more annoyed by the constant questions they kept asking. you eventually left them by walking to your homeroom which you immediately got stopped by teacher and a few faculty members.

“we’d like to speak with you regarding the events of your last rally performance,” your teacher said. you gave her a confused nod before following the few teachers and faculty into conference room, “so our school is doing an exchange program with Seidou and their rally team,” they started off.

you were beyond confused on what they meant by exchange program but continued to listen, “for the next few months, we want you to attend Seidou for their rally team. you wouldn’t be doing a complete transfer as you would still be graduating with Inashiro at the end of your third year, however; you would be attending school there until the end of the year,” they explained.

“wait so you want me to compete against Inashiro by attending Seidou but still belonging to Inashiro?” you asked in complete confusion. they chuckled as they hesitantly agreed, “well when you put it in those terms, yes, that’s what we want you to do. you don’t have too but however it would look good on transcripts if you plan on attending university,” they mentioned.

your fingers tapped on the table as you thought for a moment. the idea did not sound bad as you figured this could have been a way to get you away from the drama that was infested Inashiro.

“what about my parents? have they been notified?” you asked them. they nodded, “they said it was ultimately your decision. the distance between Seidou and Inashiro is relatively the same so it would be a matter of you just saying yes and no to the decision.”

you sat on the offer for a few moments before looking to the Seidou faculty and smiling, “call me an honorary Seidou student,” you told them with a laugh at the end of your response.

they smiled as they gave you a firm handshake, “we’ll be expecting you at Seidou soon,” they said before handing you a few things. once the Seidou faculty left, you remained speaking to the Inashiro faculty as they informed you on a few more things.

the rest of the day consisted of you going around to your other teachers and explaining the situation before going to your rally team and saying how they were going to get an impromptu captain for the next several months while you stayed at Seidou.

while you still had another day at Inashiro, you managed to convince your mom to let you stay home so you could ‘mentally’ prepare yourself. while you were planning on doing that, in reality, you just wanted to sleep in for a day.

the following morning, you took out the Seidou uniform and put it on slowly. it felt odd not wearing Inashiro’s colors for the first time but you had to give it to Seidou, they made really cute uniforms.

you applied very light makeup before going downstairs to make yourself coffee and heading to the bus. you were taking another bus that went to the other end of the town and a part of you felt flutters in your stomach.

once the bus stopped for all Seidou students to get dropped off, you took the map out of your bag as you tried to find your way to the main office. a few students were surprised at the new face but you couldn’t bask in the new attention as you had made it to the principals office.

“ good morning ( your name ),” he said with a warm smile, “welcome to your new home for the next six months,” he continued as he showed you out the door to show you the school.

a few students waved at you as you finally got to the baseball field. you could see the team practicing and you couldn’t help but laugh. you knew them way too well. being Narumiya’s girlfriend for 24 months had you hearing about the infamous Seidou High School Baseball team and because Narumiya and Miyuki had a history, you knew more than most people did about him.

they didn’t pay attention to you but you couldn’t help and stare at their catcher. while you were dating Narumiya, you had never given the others a good look but not looking back on it, you couldn’t lie, some of them were very attractive, their catcher included.

you made your way back to your homeroom class and sat at your desk, making small talk with your desk partners. you hadn’t bothered to see you kept walking in and out of the class until you realized Seidou’s cute catcher happened to be in your class.

he sat in front of you and while you would have never done this while you attended Inashiro, you tapped the brown haired boys shoulder and smiled.

“hi, i’m ( your name ), i’m a transfer from Seidou,” you said. he laughed as he shook your hand, “transfer from Inashiro? interesting,” he said as he turned himself around to face you.

a few months had passed as you got more and more comfortable with being at Seidou and getting unintentionally closer with Miyuki.

the two of you had been discreetly hanging out with each other after both of your practices and had ‘study’ dates whenever the two of you were struggling in a particular class.

you had Miyuki about your past with Narumiya a few weeks into informally dating him. you knew that because they used to be so close with each other, you would have felt weird not telling him your past with the blond.

Miyuki had laughed off your revenge but a part of him wanted to god honestly strangle Narumiya for doing that to you. friendship aside, Miyuki he had to make sure that you knew you weren’t going to be pushed aside like Narumiya did to you.

he knew his relationship skills lacked severely but you weren’t too upset on the idea of teaching him the ropes. Miyuki knew that he would eventually get the hang of it but until then, he liked holding your hand and receiving small pecks in private.

Seidou and Inashiro were going to have a scrimmage game right before the start of the season and you knew you were going to end up seeing Narumiya at some point during the same.

you had told a few of Miyuki’s teammates about your situation and Kuramochi more than anyone was willing to devise a plan to make Narumiya get into a soured mood. you wanted to deny but eventually, Sawamura found out and unintentionally dragged Furuya and Haruichi into the plan.

you were wearing the Seidou girls rally uniform which consisted of a white athletic long sleeve and a uniform that looked eerily similar to the Seidou cheer team.

Kuramochi and Sawamura met up with you as they both wrapped their arms around your shoulder, “what are the two of you planning?” you groaned into your hands as Kuramochi gave you his infamous laugh, “don’t worry about it, now lets go find your boyfriend.”

you nodded as you met up with Miyuki in the teams dugout. you knew the opposing team walked out of the same dugout to get to theirs but the hallway seemed relatively quiet.

“hey,” you said giving Miyuki a smile as he returned it. you looked up at the clock realizing you didn’t have much time left before you had to go to the front row section that was reserved for the rally team, “I have to go soon before my club kills me,” you informed the boys.

they laughed as all of you walked out of the hallway and they said they were going to walk you to the section. just as you turned the corner, you nearly ran into Narumiya and a few of the boys.

you felt your heart race as Miyuki stared at his old friend, “Narumiya,” he stated, grabbing your hand immediately. Narumiya looked at you and Miyuki as his eyes widened at the gesture.

“are the two of you?” he asked pointing at your hands. Kuramochi laughed manically, “dating? yeah! thanks to us!” he boasted as Sawamura agreed. Narumiya couldn’t help but feel his words get stuck in his throat.

“Kazuya, I have to get going before I’m late!” you whined as he nodded. the two boys exchanged a few competitive words before Miyuki waved his friend off. Narumiya on the other hand reached out to you but Miyuki caught his hand, “don’t even think about it. don’t want to injure yourself before the start of the game or the season, right?” he said in his evil tone of voice.

you couldn’t help but laugh as Miyuki pulled you into his side and pushed you in front of the team as Narumiya’s mouth dropped in surprise. he had no idea the two of you were dating and had never seen such a possessive side to Miyuki before.

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace imagine #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond #ace of diamond imagine #ace of diamond x reader #sports anime #sport anime #narumiya mei #narumiya mei imagine #narumiya mei x reader #miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya imagine #miyuki kazuya x reader #anime #anime imagines #anime imagine

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