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ao3theskyisblue · 3 years

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So, I’m just going to leave this here and dip

When the words that felt like a sea of knives piercing his skin left his lips, Carlos was expecting to be met with anger, maybe even acceptance.

There had been an overhanging cloud of unresolved questions ever since that day at the fire station, when Carlos had failed spectacularly at avoiding a question that he knew would have come up sooner than later.

He thought he had more time, but his parents had caught him off guard today, and he knew that the cloud of unresolved tension would only amass to a thundering darkness of dissonance if he didn’t address it.

(Suddenly, telling someone to pull the leech off and actually being the one doing the pulling seemed to differ greatly in mental fortitude)

Instead, something akin to horror being mixed with confusion and what seemed to be determination flickered in TK’s eyes, and Carlos didn’t resist when he moved past him towards the living room. He watched, as TK moved to sit down on a chair.

With just that simple action, Carlos felt something twist painfully in his chest. Instead of the sofa, TK had opted for the chair - a chair that only sat one person and made sure that the other would have no choice but to face him.

“You didn’t tell your parents that I was your boyfriend?”

No cutting corners, just straight to the point.

Carlos shut the door quietly, his movement slower than usual to give him a moment to gather himself for the conversation they were about to have. He didn’t know what expression he was donning right now, but he could clearly see TK’s, and if this were any other day, they would both be on the sofa, one of them lifting an arm so they could be as close to each other as physically possible.

But it wasn’t.

Instead, Carlos remained standing by the door. He almost wanted to take his hands out of his pockets to cross his arms - to semblance some sort of wall of protection, but found his arms suddenly heavily laden with lead.

“Carlos.”

It was the way TK’s voice seemed to coax him to look at him that stopped his eyes from wandering too far. He was usually pretty good with eye contact, but somehow this– them, sometimes got his emotions twisting in every so direction that he couldn’t think straight.

“Are you angry?” Carlos blurted out, seeming to be just as surprised at his words as TK was.

TK just stared at him for a moment, his eyes filling again with that mixture of emotions Carlos had seen in his doorway just moments ago, when the bitter words ‘are we breaking up?’ cascaded out on instinct.

“A little.”

It came out quiet, subdued, and Carlos heard his breath hitching before he felt the painful throb spreading through his chest again.

“But not at you.” TK’s gaze had lowered at the previous admission, but now his eyes were almost piercing through his, as if determined to see this through.

...Did he plan to see this through?

Carlos swallowed down the uncomfortable lurch in his stomach at that thought.

“I’m just - confused. I think. Mostly confused, and...and worried.” TK admitted, his green eyes flickering with a hint of sadness. “You avoided the topic about your parents, and now suddenly you bring up-“ TK trailed off at that, but Carlos knew what he wasn’t saying.

The words never cut less deep, no matter how much he’s tried to rehearse it in his mind.

“I guess I just, want to hear it from you - want you to talk to me.”

And that was just it, wasn’t it?

Talking.

Carlos knew they talked. Hell, he hadn’t texted with a single person this much other than Michelle before TK came into his life, and they’ve gone on dates, he’s given his spare key to him, they’ve been going out for months, and yet...

And yet, did they even know each other at all?

Apart from the obvious, Carlos had been suddenly struck, trying to think of anything he knew about the man sitting in front of him other than what the world has let him see.

They’ve known each other for what feels like a lifetime, but how much, truly, did that knowledge span?

They became us on that one faithful night after the solar storm, but what lies beyond that?

Does his presence in TK’s life coincide with what TK’s presence meant in his life?

It was all just-

“It’s not you.” Carlos said quietly, feeling his legs slip free from an invisible hold, moving to sit on a chair in front of TK. The sound of leather creaking underneath him rippled through the silence, yet not enough to disperse the ever-present tension in the air.

“And it’s not really me either. Well, it kind of is, but I think it’s more...us?” Carlos couldn’t help frowning at his wording, knowing he was probably being a little confusing. “I know it sounds a little stupid, but I sometimes feel...” TK remained silent at his hesitation, and Carlos suddenly felt a little bit bolder at the silent queue for him to go on.

“-that we don’t know each other.” TK seemed a little taken aback at that, but still, remained quiet.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure how to express it well myself, but I just-I don’t know. My parents always drilled in our heads that we should bring home partners that we can show with our 100% and I’m- I’m sure about you but I’m just not sure about– about us. Where we stand, I guess, is what I’m trying to say.” Carlos knew he must have been rambling, but his mind was everywhere and nowhere at once. The only clear thought pulsating through his head was how much he wanted TK to stay and just...listen.

And laying all his cards on the table seemed like a good start.

“It’s not stupid.”

The sudden declaration took him a little off guard, and Carlos looked up to see TK watching him with his eyes shining with spirals of emotion. Familiar warm hands reached out to cover his own that were currently resting on his knees.

“It’s not stupid, Carlos. Your feelings matter, you matter.” TK leaned forward towards him slightly, his eyes never straying away from his. “And to answer….earlier, I don’t want to break up. Honestly, that thought never even crossed my mind because Carlos,” Carlos watched as TK’s eyes softened now, his expression turning a little shy but the determination in his gaze only seemed to only harden. “I like you. I really like you. And that’s something I hope you won’t ever question.” TK’s words nearly punched all the air out of his lungs, and he had to swallow back the lump forming at the back of his throat. He opted to reach forward, and TK’s hands reached forward to meet his, their hands encasing each other on Carlos’ lap.

“I don’t do things by halves.”

The lump was back, but this time, Carlos accepted it graciously and didn’t hide away his teary gaze as TK just continued to look at him affectionately.

“I would never, especially not with you.” And the smile that surfaced this time was one that Carlos had seen so many times. The way the corner of TK’s eyes crinkled gently, eyes brimming with overwhelming fondness and Carlos could only stare, staggering at how beautiful he looked.

And suddenly, he felt like he could finally breathe.

“I don’t want to break up either I– I like you, so much.” Carlos lifted their interlaced hands to his forehead, leaning against it gently as he closed his eyes and took another deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, TK was watching him with a suspicious wet shine in his eyes as well, his smile turning gentle. Carlos felt his own lips mirroring that smile, and it only widened when TK lifted their hands up to kiss the back of his hand.

“Guess we’re both a work in progress, huh.” Carlos said lightly, feeling the hand in his giving a tight squeeze.

“I don’t mind.”

“Neither do I.”

Neither of them made an attempt to move away from their position, even though Carlos’ shoulders were starting to feel a little sore from the sudden release of tension and TK’s back couldn’t be doing much better.

“I’m all in, Carlos, for our work in progress.” TK murmured, and Carlos felt the beginnings of a smile that made him feel lighter than he has in days.

“As am I.”

#Tarlos #A fic #I dunno how to feel #I saw so many theories and I just...kind of compiled them?#I think?#I'm sorry #tk x carlos

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ohokimdumb · 4 years

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Carlos Oliveira Imagine (Prove it) 💛💋💎 SMUT

Request: Can we have a delicious SMUT about Carlos regretting the fact that he fancied Jill (which didn't work out) and now he fancies the reader instead and tries to make up for his foolishness with a passionately loving session to ensure the reader about his feelings, pretty please? 😍

Word count: 1.7k

Carlos walked into the motel room with Chinese takeout in one hand, shutting the door with his free hand. You looked over your shoulder at the muscular mercenary and smiled gently.

“Tonight we feast.” Carlos tossed the plastic back filled with piping hot boxes of takeout onto the questionably clean bed. It was odd seeing Carlos so positive in such a bad situation; knowing Umbrella was crumbling and had every intention of taking their employees down with them. Hiding out was the most logical plan to start with, until you two came up with a better idea.

“Have you been able to get in contact with Jill?” You asked, worried. Jill being in trouble wasn’t what you were worried about. Carlos’ feelings were occupying your mind. Everyone in the station knew he was attracted to her after everything that happened to them in Raccoon City, but she sort of...disappeared.

Carlos shrugged and fumbled around in the plastic bag, separating the set of orders. You paused in silence as you debated whether to push the subject or not; Carlos didn’t seem interested in discussing Jill’s disappearance.

“You ordered the orange chicken, right?” Carlos casually moved the topic to Chinese food, you rolled your eyes at his subtle childish behavior. He was never one to avoid important issues. Perhaps, it wasn’t an issue she was gone.

“Don’t act like that with me.” You scolded him, and Carlos chewed on hip bottom lip. It was clear Carlos was slightly annoyed by you pressing the issue.

“It doesn’t matter, she’s fine. Wherever she is...she’s tough as nails, I doubt she can’t take care of herself.” Carlos tossed your order of food on the right side of the bed and began to dig into his noodles. The tall Brazilian that sat across the bed from you was a hard person to read; you never knew what he was truly feeling. Maybe that’s something he learned after being in the force for a good amount of time. It was no secret, Carlos would grow distant when it came to his emotions; he didn’t want to waste people’s time.

“It does though, you cared for her and she disappeared-” You were interrupted by Carlos standing up, clearly distressed.

“It doesn't, because I don’t care enough. There’s someone else I care and worry about, someone who is more important than anything in this world. I fucking hate myself for not realizing how much she meant to me sooner.” Carlos blurted out and your eyes widened in shock from his sudden change of tone. Carlos’ sudden shift from cool and collected to being a total disaster in a matter of seconds was something you would never witness with him. Carlos bottom lip trembled as he struggled to explain himself; he couldn’t even make eye contact. Caustically you walked closer to him; you weren’t scared of him, but he was in pain and you want to only show signs and body movement indicating kindness and compassion.

Carlos sat back down and covered his eyes with his hand in defeat, even though his long, fluffy hair would have done the job just as well. You sat down next to him and lightly set your hand on his thigh, leaning forward slightly to try and see his eyes through his full head of black hair.

“It’s you.” Carlos quietly admitted and gazed intensely into your eyes. It was silent as you stared into his eyes, paralyzed by the unexpected. You shook your head without even realizing. Why didn’t he tell you how he felt?

“W-why are you just telling me this now?” You asked, it felt like your soul wasn’t fully in your body anymore.

Carlos sighed once more, attempting to find the right words to express the deep disappointment in himself.

“I’m a fucking coward.” Was all he could muster as you looked down at your lap. Your hand was lovingly covered by his; Carlos was so warm to the touch. Carlos...a coward? Perhaps he was when he had to express how he felt, but he was a courageous Brazilian god when it came to everything else in life.

You shook your head in disagreement toward his false, one-sided statement. Carlos eyes had a sad look to them, but there were hints of hope within the dark brown of his eyes. Gently, you set a hand on his cheek. Carlos’ facial tickled the palm of your hand as he rested his cheek comfortably against your hand.

“Prove to me you care.” You said in an almost demanding tone. Carlos immediately sat up from your subtle demand. The way you were leaned in so close to Carlos, told him what you wanted. The young, handsome Brazilian wasted no time and crashed his lips hungrily against yours as you latched onto him in a desperate plea for more. The moment your lips connected with his, it was the end and you knew what you wanted.

You moaned in the kiss and he gently pushed you down onto your back as he crawled on top of you, immediately asserting dominance. No matter what position he had you in, you felt safe and secure.

Carlos had a gentle touch. He caressed his finger tips all around your body. He created a trail that started at your neck, running between the crevice of your breasts, past your tummy, and stopped right above your sensitive center. You breathed in deeply from his ticklish touch. As his hands grabbed and massaged all around your body, he slipped his tongue in between your lips and groaned as he felt your saliva mix with his.

He had no intention of halting anytime soon and it you didn’t have a problem with it. You desperately tugged at his shirt, signaling him to strip and he complied without hesitation. Carlos threw his shirt onto the floor and you broke the kiss to admire his hypnotizing figure. His abs were past a six pack and toned like no other; he really was a god. Carlos noticed your amazement and he smirked at your flushed cheeks. You touched and graphed out his abs with your pointer finger to make sure what you were seeing was real and not some sick, but beautiful hallucination.

Carlos interrupted your obvious admiration towards his body and lifted your pajama shirt up. His eyes widened when he sees your bare breasts; he expected you to be wearing a bra. There was nothing wrong with not having a bra on; he drank in what was in front of him...and you were gorgeous. While he was standing up, you gladly undid his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His large cock sprung from its constraints and you were even more astonished than when you saw his god-like abs. How was all of him going to...fit? You breathed in as Carlos gently pushed you down onto your back once more. He knelt down and curled two fingers around the sides of your pajama bottoms, yanking them down; you weren’t wearing panties either. Your cheeks flushed an ever deeper red as you watched Carlos admire your body like it belonged to him. Honestly...in a way, you did belong to him.

Carlos kissed his way up your body, starting at your ankles, up your leg, between your thighs...a quick peck against your sensitive clit; he paused and looked up at your expression. Desperation and desire was written all over your face as he covered your body with loving kisses. Carlos made his way up to your lips. Right as his soft lips connected with yours, the greedy mercenary took a handful of your breast and groped with intensity. You whimpered delicately in the kiss as Carlos gently pinched your nipple, twisting slightly. Your hands explored his lean back, you felt every muscle that flexed when you touched it. Carlos used his other hand to guide his cock to your entrance; it didn’t take him long to rub the tip of his cock in between your wet folds. Instinctively you deepened the kiss and braced yourself to be stretched in a way you had never felt before.

Carlos was slow and gentle, he let you accustom to his large size. You squealed he filled you completely, the passionate kiss was still unbroken as you tightly wrapped your thighs around his waist. Carlos knew you would feel a little pain since he was so big, so he was as gentle as a bear could be. He wrapped his arms around you, and you instantly melted in his affectionate embrace. Carlos began to thrust slowly as your walls grew more comfortable around his cock. Your body began to relax as the pain started to fade the more he thrusted back and forth. Carlos broke the kiss to catch his breath as he kept a slow, steady rhythm with his thrusts. Every time he pushed inside the bed creaked a little; it echoed in the motel room.

“You’re the only one...” Carlos unexpectedly broke the silence. Your eyes were still tightly shut from adjusting to his size, but a tear escaped between your eyelids. Carlos noticed and immediately wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“You promise?” You asked for his honesty. Your eyes opened and Carlos eyes were furrowed together. How could you ask such a thing?

“Of course.” Carlos grazed his thumb across your bottom lip as he continued lovingly thrust in and out of you. Instead of saying something, you pressed your lips against his once more. You didn’t want to talk, all you wanted was to focus on how good he made you feel; emotionally and physically. The way he touched and admired your body, made you feel so exotic. Carlos truly made you feel special.

There was no doubt you were close to cumming all over him; you didn’t want that moment to end. Another tear ran down the side of your face as your walls tightened around his thick cock. You didn’t need to tell Carlos you were close, he could feel everything. He felt himself caving in as he suddenly spilled his warm, salty cum deep inside you. The feeling of being taken in such a deep, desirable way made your climax even stronger. Your cum squirted onto the shirts and dripped from his cock. All you heard was the mixture of heavy breathing between you and Carlos; it was all you wanted to hear. Carlos kept himself hovered over you, his cock still rested inside your walls as he gently kissed each breast.

“I mean it, you’re the only one...meu amor.” The way his R’s rolled off his tongue shot a bolt of sensation down your spine. You were ready to fight Umbrella with him, he was all you needed.

#Carlos Oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira imagine #resident evil 3

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Commission - Harry Hook x reader -Forget me not

commission from @musicarose

For the Oneshot is the Reader the sister of Mal and the girlfriend of Harry Hook. Reader doesn't want to go to Auradon because of Harry. Mal enchants her sister so that she forgets Harry and comes to Auradon. Later Mal and the others don´t tell her the truth about Harry either. Harry and Reader meets again and he's pretty angry with her When Harry realizes that she can't remember him, he tries to release the curse.

“and you assume I want to go why?” you muttered, brushing your lilac hair back, scowling at your sister and mother.

“(y/n), dear, my little devil” your mother ‘cooed’, reaching out and tracing her finger down your cheek “this is a huge opportunity! Why, in only a day's time, you could be ruling the world alongside me and your sister~!” you rolled your eyes, standing from your seat and pushing past your mother.

“yeah not my thing, ill just stay here while malsy goes to do your dirty work~” you cheered in a falsetto, stepping behind your sister and patting her shoulders.

Your mother's face settled into a scowl “this is because of that pirate boy, isn’t it? Now (y/n) you have no room for love in your life” her eyes glowed green, trying to intimidate you.

But, unlike mal, you weren’t afraid of your mother. You sighed, turning and walking out of the castle.

“(y/n)~” your mother cooed, you paused, you didn’t like the tone in her voice “if you don’t go~ I’ll have the goons take care of harry~”

Your heart froze, images of harry being drowned, hurt, killed by your mother's goons set a fire off in your eyes.

You snarled, turning back around and letting your magic flow, your eyes glowing (e/c) “don’t you fucking dare”

Your mother smirked, and you were reminded of who your mother was, the mistress of all evil, the woman-no FAE who was willing to kill your love just to get you to cooperate.

“then you will go to auradon, nick that wand and free me, is that understood?” she cooed in a ‘sweet’ voice, one that made you want to punch her.

“ugg” you groaned “yes, fine”

“I win~” she cheered, walking back inside the castle, you shook your head, racing off towards the docks.

Mal glared at your disappearing form “now Mal~” she turned, seeing her mother holding her spellbook “I have another task for you” maleficent opened the book, showing Mal a certain page.

The Enchantment of Forgetfulness

“Harry im sorry” you pleaded, gripping onto his jacket sleeve “shes forcing me, she said she would kill you if I didn’t go, im doing this for us!” Harry huffed, falling back into a chair, rubbing his face.

“I understand lass” he muttered, peaking up at you “I just don’ wan’ ye the go” you sniffed, kneeling down in front of him.

“I don’t want to either, id rather stay here with you, or for you to come with me, but the invitation said only me, my sister, Evie, Jay, and Carlos.” Harry sighed, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“then promise ta come back fer me love” you smiled, leaning up to capture Harry's lips.

You pulled away, grabbing Harry's hands and gripping onto them tightly “I promise”

You gave a sad smile to Harry as you opened the door to the limo, mouthing ‘ill be back’ he gave a sad nod, waving you goodbye, Uma by his side, smirking at you and giving you a salute.

You slid into the limo, leaning back against the plush seats. Minutes later, your sister and her friends started screaming, Jay pulling you close and ducking you into Carlos’ side.

“hey!” Mal snapped, tapping the remote on the seat, grabbing the driver's attention “did-did this little button open the barrier?”

“no” he droned “that opens my garage, this-” he held up a golden remote, a single button in the middle- “opens the magic barrier and this~.” He pressed a button above him, closing the black sliding barrier, blocking him from our site.

“huh,” Mal smirked, tapping her remote on her palm “nasty I like that guy~” you rolled your eyes, turning your head slightly, looking at the slowly disappearing docks.

“Hey (y/n), mom said to do one more thing” you hummed, not taking your eyes off hooks ship.

Thoughts, beliefs, ideas, truths, images

You froze, you knew those words, after being bored and flipping through your mother's book “Mal wha-“ you couldn’t move, jay looking sad and guilty, Carlos leaning forward and hugging your waist, Evie was pale, reaching out to Mal, seemingly try to stop her.

All of these you hold onto tightly

What I now mention, you will release.

Harry Hook

The world went black, as Harry's face disappeared from your memories, his voice, his laughter, his smile.

Your promise.

You ducked behind a pillar with jane, watching Audrey with your mother’s scepter spread a pink smoke around. A sleeping spell, you looked to jane, nodding at the lake, she smiled, sneaking into the water and wading out to a deeper part of the lake.

You cast a shield around you, kneeling behind the pillar, keeping out of Audrey and Chad's sight. As the smoke passed over you watched as Audrey disappeared, the green/pink glow of the scepter taunting you.

You were going to kill mal for the bullshit she put you in.

You sighed in relief as Jane popped up, you speed-walked over to help her out of the lake, squinting as when the water touched your skin it felt…weird…like it was trying to wash off an enchantment.

But that was impossible, as you had no enchantments placed on you? You shook it off, casting a quick dry spell on jane, jogging up to catch her as she walked away from the lake, talking to ben on her phone.

“no ben stay were you are! Audrey has the scepter and put everyone to sleep! Im going to find mom!” she hung up, nodding to you and leading you into the forest.

Sooner or later, you ran into jay and Carlos, two other boys, and…a huge hairy…beast?

You sighed, cracking your neck and letting magic build up in your palms, sending a lilac energy blast at the beast, it screeched turning to you.

You knew those eyes “ben” you muttered, dodging as he leaped toward you, creating a shield and surrounding him, yelling to jane-

“dose him!”

She nodded, spraying him with a water gun she had filled his enchanted lake water, ben shrunk, the fur disappearing…mostly.

You smirked, lowering the shield, snorting and Jay walked up and helped Ben over to a log.

“(y/n)?” a new voice muttered, it was thick Scottish, a male obviously, and it seemed like he knew you? You turned, seeing a….really handsome dude holy shit?

You tilted your head, looking at him up and down “do I know you?”

He had a look of betrayal “yeh….wha’ it's me! Harry, don’t act like yeh don’t know meh!” what started as a broken voice delved into anger, his face flushing red and hurt in his eyes.

“We spent years together, and then you go to the classy princely stuck upland of bore-adon, and yeh decide to just forget all about me! Yeh PROMISED!” He screamed, tears lining his eyes.

The blond boy, Gil gastons son, pulled the dark-haired boy back, looking down at the ground in sadness “i-im sorry” you stuttered, holding up your hands, backing away slightly “I don’t know who you are, really!”

“she really doesn’t dude” Carlos spoke up, a sad look on his face, Harry glared at him, confused.

“what do yeh mean pup” he growled, trying to wrestle out of Gil’s grip.

“as soon as we exited the barrier, Mal used a memory spell on her….to make her forget you, Maleficent ordered her to”

Harry dropped to his knees, a tear trailing down his face “wha-“ his voice cracked, looking over to you, who was rubbing your hand where the enchanted lake water had hit you earlier.

“Mal” Harrys voice set in a growl “Mal did this, Mal-Im going teh kill ‘er” you blinked, you had never met him, or so you thought, but he seemed to have a deep…care? For you.

“well,” Jay spoke up “that will have to be after all this mess Mal, Uma, and Evie are waiting for us at the castle, we need to get there fast”

Ben nodded, looking between you and harry, he could see in Harry's eyes, that he cared deeply about you, maybe even loved.

You glanced at harry as you passed by him, you could feel a soft stinging in your heart…something inside was telling you to just jump into his arms and kiss him senseless.

But what would be weird, so you didn’t?

You sighed, Audrey was defeated, and your sister had finally admitted to the memory enchantment she had placed upon you when you originally left the isle.

Harry sat on the other side of the hallway you were in, playing with the silver hook he always held.

“so” you started, harry sitting up straight and eagerly looking to you “mal placed a memory spell on me, in which she removed all my memories og you, which apparently we were together and I promised to return to the isle for you…im sorry” you finished, Harry shook his head.

“no no no lassie” he stood, crossing the floor and kneeling in front of you “its not yer fault, mal idd this ta you, you ‘ave nothing to be sorry fer” you smiled, reaching out and cupping his cheek

“you're so sweet…how did I ever let mal make me forget you” you mumbled, giggling as Harry kissed your palm.

“lass?” Harry asked, looking up at you through his lashes, his ocean blue eyes sparkling.

You tilted your head, nodding “yeah?”

“can” harry stuttered, swallowing harshly “can I kiss yeh? I wanna try somethin’” you bit your lip, millions of possibilities going through your mind.

“yes” you whispered, gasping as Harry leaned upward and passionately pressed his lips to yours.

A pressure released a flurry of pictures, voices, feelings, came rushing back.

Harry…your Harry! You let out a loose sob, Harry pulling back, looking alarmed “shit lass” he panicked, scrambling back, but before he could get too far you leaped at him, tackling him to the floor.

“(Y/n)?” he asked confused, wrapping his arms around you.

“Harry” you sobbed “my hooky!” Harry let out a loud burst of laughter

“yeh remember!” he sat up, sliding you into his lap and buried his face into your neck “yeh remember!!”

“I love you harry!” you pressed multiple kisses to his cheek, giggling as he kissed your neck.

“and I love you (y/n), so much”

---the end~--

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paper-whales-writes · 5 years

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Flying the Pirate Flag

A/N: It’s finally here!

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Word Count: 2,632 (oof)

Requested By: Anon

Summary: Justifying to the Core Four why you are dating Harry Hook

They left you. Albeit on the orders of their parents - or, more like, Maleficent - but they still left you. Alone. Drifting through the Isle like some discarded rubbish. Just as you were before joining their crew. With your mother, Gothel, and her violent fits of rage, you can't exactly go home for all the time you used to hide out at the hangout. Yet, your previous place of hangout is too quiet; too lonely to hole up in all alone. You've been there alone; shivering in your pleather cape and glaring at all of the graffiti portraits that Mal painted of you all. You have no food. No nothing. Just a pile of coins left to you by Mal before she left. Always doubting your power to make your own decisions and your own way in your life. Well, here's the time to prove that you can. There is no room for weakness on the Isle. None. So, you have pulled yourself up and paraded around the Isle; making a show of that yes, in fact, that you are fine. Even when you really aren't. Somehow, your wanderings lead you to the docks - also known as the Pirate Quarter. Yet, now you're here, you might as start pushing the dominos of your masterplan. Striding onwards, you pass suspicious pirate; after suspicious pirate. Until, finally, you push the doors of Ursula's eatery with a massive clatter. As soon as you enter, a roomful of eyes stare back at you in disbelief. "Well, well, well, look who's decided to turn up." Harry breaks the silence, prowling towards you with his malicious hook outstretched in threat. "Hello, Harry." You greet nonchalantly. "Is Uma here?" Before he can answer, Uma rises up from behind the bar. Confident in her own space. "When am I not here? But you know that Y/N, so what do you want?" You smirk, turning away from lap dog to top dog. But as you face Uma, regarding her and sizing her up, you miss the appraising glances that Harry is sending your way. If there's anything that intrigues Harry: it's someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to take it. Whatever the cost and whenever the chips are down. Slamming your blade into one of the eateries' table, you place your threat into the open. Quickly followed by your offer. Literally laid on the table, in the form of a map of the Isle. "Territory. Mal ain't here and by my bet, she ain't coming back. I don't want it, you do." Both Harry and Uma drift closer; sharing looks of incredulity. "Why would you give this to us?" Leaning on your blade, you regard them with intensity. "Let's be real, me and my one-man band can't hold all this territory and you'd probably try and take it anyway. So, why not give it to you?" There is even more appraisal in Harry's eyes, as he gazes you with both confusion and respect. "What's it in it for you though, lass? The scales look firmly tipped in our favour." "I want protection. An alliance." You state, plainly laying out your needs. "My old crew up and go with no word to me; the last I saw of them, they were already driving away. No goodbye. No nothing." The pirates are silent around you as you flash some emotional vulnerability. But upon realising this, you quickly move onwards. "As you can imagine, this mucked up my plans - royally. So, I need some backup while I reenact them." Uma nods slowly, "I can understand that. But what happens if they come back? Will you drop us like a sack of rocks?" You smirk, holding out your hand. "They won't. They'll be so wrapped up in their own importance, that they'll only come back to flaunt it. That's just who they are. I've seen that. And I need people real, who will be there for my plans; for me." "Well then, welcome to the crew." With a cutting grin, Uma's hand meets your own. "Get ready to cause some trouble, lassie." Harry smirks at yoy from behind Uma's back. ------------- Months have past since you've joined Uma's crew. Dare you say it, it's even more fun terrorising the other inhabitants of the Isle under Uma then it ever was a cog of Mal's crew. You've maintained your fearsome reputation, somehow; with no strings of power lost. Even more confusingly, Harry and yourself have been growing closer. Actually - scratch that - you are close. From being shoe-horned together by your leader to run the same missions; whether they be collecting money or scaring rival gangs into submission. You've gone from being Mal's third-in-command to having the exact same position in Uma's crew. In truth, the transition has gone too smoothly and it makes you nervous. "What are you thinking about, lass?" With a start, you feel Harry's calloused hand snaking around your waist; ensnaring you in his embrace. A brief smile manages to break through your worrying face. "Oh I don't know Harry, the usual things." He spins you to face him and his expression clearly states that he does not believe you. Sighing, you continue: "Celia read my fortune the other day. A trade for a trade, kind of deal." "And what did it say?" He prompts after you stop to think for a few moments. "It was a return of the winds of the past. What if Mal comes back? There'll be hell to pay if she realises I've changed allegiance." Harry wraps your hands in his own; gazing at you in earnest. He doesn't reply for a moment - merely staring at you in protectiveness. "I don't think she'll come back, love. She's too busy conquering Auradon and wrapping all those prissy royals around her finger. Besides, what could she have expected? They were the ones who left you. They ain't ever tried to come back and get ya, have they? Or get good ol' King Ben to bring you over to Auradon." "They've forgotten me." You whisper, tears starting to well in your eyes. "I think they have, love. So, ya can't keep feeling guilty and holding yourself accountable to people who just aren't in your life anymore." His calloused thumb caresses your cheek, as he gazes at you in concern. A few, fat tears roll down your cheek and down onto the edge of Harry's slender fingers. Amazing, that one of your previous arch-enemies is now comforting you through some uncomfortable realisations. Six months has changed oh so much. You nod, still sobbing at the realisation that your closest friends have abandoned you. Not even trying to get you back in their lives. Does this mean that all the memories you have with them are tarnished? That they never cared about you in the first place? Were you a friend, employed for merely territorial purposes? "Right, here's what we'll do. I'll do the usual rounds while you stay here, with Uma, and help man the shop? Eh, what do ya say, love?" You nod, sniffling; wiping your nose on a raggedy old handkerchief. "Thanks, Harry." "Anytime, love. I'm here for ya - we all are. You're part of the crew now; I only wish you'd come over to us sooner." Softly, he places a kiss on the end of your nose. Then, pulling back, he smiles that incredible grin at you. "I care for ya love, you're my bird now." He says, proudly, before rising and striding over to the door. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Y/N." As soon as he leaves the premises, Uma places a hand on your shoulder. Taking this as a prompt to turn around to face her, you stand and soon crumple into her embrace. "We've got you now, Y/N. The crew is family. We love you, and we support you. Okay?" You smile at her. "Okay." She grins back at you, "Now let's show everyone not to mess with us okay? There'll never be another Mal in our lives again!" ---- As you and Uma sit talking in the eatery's downtime (or rather, constructing plans for world domination), the quiet atmosphere is broken by thundering footsteps running up the ramp and into the room. Both craning your necks around to the doorway, you are confronted with the sight of your partner skidding to a halt. Both Uma and yourself speak at the same time. You, concerned with him and Uma, concerned with the flow of normality. "Harry, are you okay?" "Harry, what's the matter?" He quickly regains his breath, looking at you both with eyes clouded in shock and anticipation. Sliding off his hat, he stalks closer to the pair of you; stopping a mere few steps away from where you and Uma are sat. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but she's back." His eyes land on his captain first, but as soon as he speaks the name, all of the pirates' eyes are on you. "Mal. She back - purple haired and everything." "How ironic." You mumble to yourself. Yet, before either Harry or Uma can ask you how you are faring, Gil also bursts through the door. "Uma, Harry; Y/N!" He breathlessly pants, bending over and trying to restore normal airflow into his lungs. "Evie, Carlos and Jay are back! I saw them with my own eyes!" The looks exchanged are those of bewilderment; slowly changing into annoyance. Everything you've all achieved since their move, all is in jeopardy. "They've even got Ben with them!" Gil proudly exclaims. Silence. "Ben?" "You know, Prince - no, King Ben." More looks are exchanged; this time of a growing awareness of an opportunity offered. Here's a chance for you all to come out on top once and for all. To show them that while they may forget about the Isle, the Isle certainly won't forget about them. With this in mind, smirks are quickly exchanged between you all; crowned on top with Uma's line: "I have a plan." -------- Both you and Harry are rushing to re-enact Uma's masterplan. That was quickly conjured and drummed up by yourself and your captain, in the space of five minutes. Following behind you are a scattering of members of the crew, ready to nab Ben at the best opportunity. An opportunity that is quickly realised. As you watch from the shadows, you watch Ben wander away from the group - even in spite of the warnings given by the Core Four. Exchanging a smirk with your partner, you start to seize your moment. Moving forward as a group, you are able to nab the King and into your clutches. "Send him back to the ship." You instruct the pirates; meeting the King's imploring eyes with no reluctance. Yet, Harry and yourself remain sheltered in the shadows. Watching with the group scramble around to look for the missing King, with lopsided smiles. For you, this is a great cathartic release - especially being able to meddle even as an agent of the shadows. Harry, adjusts the pleather Cape around your shoulders; then places his worn pirate hat on your head. At your inquisitive glance, he smoothly says: "Just so they know you're apart of the crew now, lassie." With that, you let the show begin. "Don't scare you, but that's my speciality." His opening line has him emerging out of the shadows; grinning manically and voice high-pitched at the excitement of it all. Meanwhile, you remain in the shadows. "Harry." Evie hisses. Deciding to make your move, you slide out of the shadows even more menacingly than Harry previously did. "Don't forget about me guys. Oh wait, you did." Raking your eyes over each of their shocked faces, your smile widens. Having the upper hand is just too addictive. "Y/N?" The disbelief is palpable. "Hi guys!" You wave a mocking wave - a cheap imitation of the finger bending greetings that Mal often gives in sarcasm. "What have you done with Ben?" Jay is the first back on the ball. "Oh, er we nicked him." You hum in agreement. "Yeah, and if you want to see him again, have Mal come to the Chip Shop tonight." "Alone." You add in, sending dagger-like looks to where you know Mal is dwelling in the hideout. "Uma wants a little visit. Ah Jay, seems like you have lost your touch." With this, Jay's bewilderment culminates into aggression: rushing forward to deck Harry. All that stops him is Evie holding him back. "Jay." She chastises. In a mockery, that you know from experience is historical, Harry yips at Carlos. Rolling your eyes, you turn to follow him down the alleyway but a grasping hand around your wrist stops you. "Y/N, wait." It's Evie's calm voice that stops both you and Harry in your tracks. Before you turn around to face them, Harry mouths: "Are you okay?". At your nod, he murmurs for only you to hear: "I'll be back at the shop. You've got this. Hit it where it hurts." You share a smile: fleeting yet strong. Then, you watch as Harry turns on his heel; whistling the Core Four's song as he walks. It's this small thing that bolsters you enough to turn and face the people you used to call friends. "What? What do you want?" You snap. "What's happened to you?" Carlos gets out. "What's happened to me? Are you joking?" You rip your wrist out of Evie's grasp. "You all left me, to fend for myself. No letters, no nothing. You didn't try to get me out of this hell. Heck, I bet you didn't even remember I am here. You've abandoned yourselves. The people I knew would never have left me - or any of the poor kids here." "You're angry at us?" "We didn't ask for this!" Jay and Carlos speak at the same time; equally shocked and voices rising in anger. "Could've fooled me." "But Y/N -" you cut Evie off, as sharp as a dagger to the heart. "When we see you on the TV, we don't see you trying to fight for us. We see you prancing around in fancy clothes, with the very people who blame us for our parents' crimes." They don't reply. "Why are you with Harry? Are you part of Uma's crew?" Carlos asks, accusation smothering his tone. "Yes, I am. I'm part of the crew and I'm dating Harry, is that a problem?" "A problem? I think it is!" Jay splutters. "Oh my gosh Y/N, you've betrayed us!" Evie seethes, looking you up and down in dawning hate. "What else was I to do?" They're all silent. Not offering any viable options. As they know, the Isle is a dog-eat-dog world and you did what you did to survive. Heck, it's not even your fault that you prefer the new life. It says more about them than it does you. "I cannot believe this! You leave me, emphasis on that, and then, you come back and start blaming me for my choices? Are you for real?" You huff a laugh, watching how they struggle to reply. They can't even compute it. With this thought in mind, you smirk over at them. "I hope you get your King back. Because if it's up to me, he won't live to see another dawn." As you turn on your heel, you hear Mal come out to the balcony. "Y/N?" You glare upwards at her, before flashing a steel smirk. "Look forward to seeing you tonight, Mal."

“I don’t understand…” Mal looks towards the others to hear the story.

The smirk widens, “Oh Mal, it’s simple: I’m flying the pirate flag now.” Then, you start to walk away. Whistling all the while.

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Tyler Kennedy pt. 2

Thank you all so much for all the love on part one of this! Y'all are the best, and know how to give a girl a confidence booster! So here ya go! Part 2. Thanks to the anon that requested a more in depth conversation about TK’s past and thanks to my bestie/my girl @justkillingtimewhileiwait that pushed me not to wait until the next episode and to just write straight from that Tarlos promo pic! I wouldn’t be me without you boo! 😘 I still have no clue how to do the keep reading line so if yall know send me some help. Otherwise sorry for the overly long post

The next morning, TK woke up knowing it was going to be a bad day. He could already smell coffee and since he was the only one in the bed, he knew Carlos was already up. He ran a hand through his hair and then down his face. Yesterday had been such a good day, he honestly thought he was getting past the bad days. But the nervous, anxious energy buzzing through his body let him know that he wasn’t past them. Nothing good lasted for him, and sooner than later Carlos would realize that.

“Morning,” he heard from the door. Carlos was propped up with a cup of coffee in his hands just watching TK. “Want a cup?” he asked when TK could barely offer a smile.

“Na. I… no don’t need it,” he said. He got up and walked over giving Carlos a quick kiss.

“Everything ok?” Carlos asked watching his new boyfriend? Friend? Friend with benefits? He wasn’t sure what label they were, but he didn’t care. TK looked nervous and anxious and that was top priority at the moment.

“Uh.. yea.. Yea it’ll be fine,” TK said as he walked around straightening up things in the living room that was honestly already straight.

“Tyler….” Carlos said knowing it would get those gorgeous eyes on him. Sure enough TK looked up, “Wanna go to the gym?” He could tell TK needed to get that nervous energy out and he figured a good run or some weights would do just that.

“Yea.. yea sure,” he said offering his first smile that morning even if it was a small one.

They got ready and headed to the gym. TK hit the treadmill first thing and Carlos went to do some reps on the weights to give TK some space. He made sure to keep an eye on him though. TK was pounding it out hard on the treadmill and Carlos was a little apprehensive about what was really bothering him. He thought everything had gone well the day before, and he knew he was still trying to piece together the puzzle that made up Tyler Kennedy, but not knowing what was going through his mind was making him nervous.

When he saw TK heaving, he decided to intervene. He knew his ribs had to be protesting the pace TK had set, and he’d be damned if he let TK reinjure himself while he was around.

“Hey, Tiger, take a break,” Carlos said knocking the speed down on the treadmill. TK gave him a perfect bitch face, but Carlos wasn’t relenting. “You’re ribs have to be killing you so take a break.”

TK gave him a nod and slowed it down some more to a walk as he heaved trying to catch his breath. Carlos gave him a minute as he went to get a towel from his bag. He got the towel wet before tossing it over TK’s shoulders. “Better?” Carlos asked watching TK wipe it over him.

“No,” TK said squirting water into his mouth. “But you’re right,” he panted. “Ribs are hurting.”

Carlos gave him a nod to know he acknowledged him. “Let’s cool down and go back,” Carlos suggested and TK once again nodded. He wasn’t feeling better, but he could see Carlos wasn’t going to let him push himself to that exhaustion he needed with his ribs still sore.

They cooled down and got their stuff together before going back to Carlos’s place. When they got back, they each took a quick shower, but Carlos can see TK is still anxious. He finally manages to snag TK’s hand on one of his laps around the living room. He was afraid TK was going to bolt soon, but he wanted to see if he could piece together some more of the puzzle before that happened. He pulled him down on the couch to sit beside him. “So… the gym didn’t work,” he started. “I know you don’t like to be pushed and I'm not pushing, but if you need a sounding board I’m here. I was serious Ty when I said I’d be whatever you needed.”

TK surged forward kissing Carlos breathless. Carlos’s hands found the sides of TK’s face, and he was able to ease and gentle the kiss. “Tyler…. Ty,” he managed. “This isn’t good for the ribs either. You were pushing too hard at the gym, and I won’t let you reinjure yourself,” he said holding TK’s face between his hands.

TK bit his lip before he dropped eye contact. He worked himself out of Carlos’s hold and started pacing again. He was mumbling to himself, but Carlos was able to catch enough. “Nothing but a screw up; always screw up,” he heard and that was enough.

“Tyler Kennedy,” he said pulling him back onto the couch; “What are you talking about? Who’s a screw up?”

“Me,” TK said defiantly. “Me! Always me!” he said with some anger in his voice.

“No. Not you! Why would you even think that?” Carlos said exasperated. He knew he said he wouldn’t push, but he couldn’t sit there and listen to TK berate himself when it wasn’t true.

TK dropped his eye contact, his hands were fidgeting in Carlos’s grasp and he was biting his lip to no end. “Tyler…. What is going on in that pretty head of yours?” Carlos said again.

The kicked puppy look was back on TK’s face, and Carlos instantly hated it. Just as much as he hated it that night at the station. He hated he was the one to put it on his face, but he needed to understand this boy.

TK couldn’t look at him. He knew today was going to be a bad day, and he knew Carlos deserved an explanation, but was he ready to flay himself open again for him? Anytime Carlos called him by his real name though, it was like the walls and attitude cracked just a little more and the word vomit would start. He said it with so much care, TK couldn’t help himself. Not even his dad made “Tyler” sound so reverent.

“It started when my mom left,” TK said quietly. He managed to pull his hands back needing something to do with them besides let Carlos hold them. “She couldn’t handle dad’s job after nine eleven. They fought even more after it about any little thing. When I came out to dad, she overheard even though I wanted to have dad help me tell her.” He couldn’t sit still any longer. He knew this was gonna change everything for Carlos and he couldn’t take the nervous energy running through him waiting for when Carlos realized how right TK was. He got up and started pacing again, and Carlos let him.

“After that, it was just… it was me and dad. I know mom left because of me, but dad never would listen.”

“Because he knew it wasn’t true,” Carlos offered. His heart was aching for the beautiful man in front of him that truly believed his mom left because of him.

TK went on as if he didn’t hear him. “After that, I was on my own more with dad working. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. Partying. Got hooked on oxy pretty easily. Took a year before dad ever found out. But when he did…. He blamed himself. Not even me, himself. He pushed me to get clean and I did. Joined the academy when I’d been clean for a year. Decided I was gonna follow dad’s path. I was gonna save people like he saved him. Everything was great for a few years.”

Carlos was taking it all in, just letting TK get it out.

“I met Alex at the gym. I chased him, and I thought everything was great you know? I thought I loved him. The night I was going to propose he told me he was in love with his spin instructor. I was stupid you know? I knew things had been different, but I went for the big grand gestures. But like everything else in my life, nothing lasts. I od’d that night. Hadn’t had a single pill in three years, not even when I'd get hurt at work. And one stupid move and I’ve od’d in my apartment. Dad and the team got there in time, obviously, I’m here. But sometimes ....”

“Don’t you even finish that thought Tyler,” Carlos said jumping off the couch to wrap his lover (because yea he was falling hard for TK) in his arms. His hands found their way to TK’s cheeks cradling his face. “You are worth everything Tyler Kennedy, and don’t you forget it.”

TK stared into Carlos’s eyes and knew he truly believed what he was saying.

TK gave him a small nod before pulling back a bit. “After that, dad accepted the job here and we moved. He found me a therapist and I’ve been going to AA, but sometimes… it’s just…. It still gets to be too much. And I knew when I got up this morning, it was going to be a bad day. And I know I'm gonna screw this up at some point,” he said gesturing between them. “I mean I already have, and you… god Carlos you deserve so much better, someone who’s not screwed up like I am because you’re so good and I just…”

Carlos’s lips attacked his downgrading rambling. It took a minute, but TK started to slowly kiss him back. Carlos tightened his grip just enough to make sure he had TK’s attention as he slowly pulled back to stare into his eyes. “How bout you let me decide what’s best for me, huh? I’m a big boy Ty, I can make my own decisions. And right now, you are all I want. Whatever you need, I was serious about that. Don’t forget it.”

TK’s lips attacked his as TK’s hands tangled in the curls at the base of Carlos’s neck. Carlos kissed him until he knew TK’s breath was running short, before he eased back to kiss TK’s forehead. “But I’m not letting you trade one addiction for another no matter how wonderful it’d be.”

TK groaned as his forehead fell forward to rest on Carlos’s shoulder. “However,” Carlos smirked his hand running up and down TK’s back. He could feel that the tension had mostly bled out of TK, but there was still some flowing through him. “I’m not opposed to a little more exercise this morning as long as it’s my way,” he said his voice dropping as stared into TK’s eyes.

“Yea,” TK breathed with a little smirk just like that night Carlos had asked him to dance. He pulled TK back to bed where they didn’t emerge from until late afternoon.

It was a few days later, when they had to face one of their worst days yet. Tornadoes ripped through Austin; TK and Carlos were both slammed all over the city with long shifts and overtime and helping people that needed it. TK was bone tired by the time they got back to the station. Everyone split off to clean up and decompress. While his dad was in the shower, he went looking for some gum in his office. He’d been feeling nervous, hadn’t heard from Carlos in several hours, and he’d found gum helped relieve his nervous energy in a decent way. When he pulled out a drawer and saw the pill bottle, he froze.

He read the label several times as the information sunk in. He whipped his phone out and started googling. He knew how long his dad liked to take when cleaning up from calls, and he wasn’t worried about getting caught. As he started reading the information, he started freaking out. Why would his dad have anti-nausea meds that were prescribed for chemo patients. His dad wasn’t taking chemo. He wouldn’t hide that from him, but the little voice in the back of his head said TK wouldn’t have been able to handle it if his dad had told him. He was too weak and fragile in his dad’s eyes. His dad was hiding it from him. His dad was taking chemo and he…. Before his thoughts could spiral any further, his phone rang with the one person he hadn’t heard from in hours.

“Carlos,” he answered breathlessly as if he’d been running a marathon.

“Ty, what’s wrong?”

“Dad… he….” TK bit back the sob that was threatening to overtake him. He wasn’t sure he could handle his dad hiding things from him, but he also didn’t know what he’d do if his dad didn’t beat whatever this was.

“Tyler!” Carlos practically shouted to get his attention again.

“Yea,” he choked out.

“Are you ok to drive? Or do I need to come get you?” Carlos knew if something major had happened to the Captain, he would’ve heard about it by now. So something either happened on a call, or TK was freaking out over something Carlos knew nothing about.

“I’m… I’m ok,” he said pulling himself together. He put the pills back exactly where he found them. “I’m leaving… I’m leaving and coming over,” TK said knowing he couldn’t face his dad like this.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up at Carlos’s and Carlos was waiting in the door for him. TK practically flew into his arms barely holding back his sobs. “It’s ok…. I got ya. It’s ok,” Carlos whispered tightening his arms around TK and pulling him into the house. He knew it’d been a stressful day; it was TK’s first time dealing with the aftermath of a tornado, but this was something more than that. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I…. I went looking for some gum after we got back and I’d cleaned up. And dad started…. He’d been keeping some for me ya know, and I was looking for some in his desk and I…. I found a bottle of pills. It was a prescription for him… It was his. I didn’t recognize the name and I googled it and it’s for chemo patients… why would he have them?” He turned pleading eyes on Carlos and Carlos let out a soft sigh. This was going to rock his boy’s world.

He let his thumbs drift over TK’s cheeks wiping his tears. “I don’t know Tiger,” he said quietly pulling TK into him. “But we’ll figure it out, yea?” TK nodded against his shoulder as he clung to Carlos.

After several minutes of quiet, with Carlos running his hand back and forth through TK’s hair, TK finally spoke. “He didn’t tell me because he knew I’d break,” he whispered dejectedly.

“Tyler,” Carlos started.

“No, it’s true. I’ve let him down so much and this last time…. It was bad and he couldn’t even…. He couldn’t trust me to tell me,” he said tears forming again. “I don’t even know how long he’s had it. He’s been coughing and tired… so tired lately and I just… I let him tell me it was just a cold, and adjusting to moving. And I just bought it. I’m trained as an EMT and I’ve just let him lie to me.”

“Ty stop! You can’t do this. Not without knowing all the facts. You’re gonna have to talk to him no doubt, but not right now. It’s gonna be ok. You’re dad is strong, he can and will beat this. He has you and a whole EMS family behind him. You’re gonna be ok,” he said placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

TK gave him a small nod, and Carlos wrapped him in another tight hug to reassure him. “Now, I was in the middle of cooking, you wanna eat?” He was a little

leery of bringing up cooking dinner after last time. While things had been going well, he knew TK was still gun shy.

“Yea sure,” TK said distractedly. His dad had text telling him not to wait up, but TK was more worried about researching and figuring out how to get his dad to talk to him.

Carlos kept an eye on his boy as he finished up dinner. He was already in the process of making tamales before calling TK so he decided to just finish it. An hour or so later, he set the table and got two glasses of water before finally catching TK’s attention to come eat.

Before they started eating Carlos gave him another hug and kissed his cheek. “I think it’s lung cancer,” TK whispered his hand grabbing on to Carlos’s arm to keep him from moving. “All the symptoms match, and it would… it would make sense after nine eleven.” Carlos let his head rest on TK’s shoulder as he listened.

He gave TK a gentle squeeze before softly saying what was on his mind. He knows it might be too much, might be pushing too much but he has to let TK know what he's feeling. "We'll get through it Tiger. He's got you, and you'll have me. Whatever you need, that doesn't change. I meant it that night at the station, and nothing is going to change it."

TK gave a small nod as he let himself absorb the strength he felt from Carlos. He could feel the tension bleeding out of him as Carlos let him rant and ramble. "I know. I'm…. I'm feeling better and the therapist is helping even if I hate it… and work is awesome, and this… this move was probably the best thing to happen for me even if I didn't want to admit it. And there's… there's you," he says quietly with a gentle smile on his face. Carlos gives him a squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere Tyler Kennedy," he softly says into TK's ear.

"I have to talk to him though," TK sighs his head dropping a little.

"You do and I think I you can handle it," Carlos said finally letting him go and returning to his side of the table so they could eat before it got cold.

"Sometimes you have too much confidence in me," TK says.

Carlos reaches across the table to grab his hand and attention. "I don't think I do. You just said you were feeling better, and look I cooked and you're not freaking out." Carlos made sure TK was looking at him so he'd know he was teasing. TK gave him a bratty smirk in return.

"Yea. I am. It's one of the better days… feeling stronger," he said with a small shrug. "I just…. He needs to know I'll be there for him. That he doesn't have to hide this."

"Then tell him that. Tell him what you just told me," Carlos said as if it were nothing. "I know you're close with your dad Ty, you can do this and you can talk to him. He'll listen."

"Thanks," TK said softly. He still wasn't used to all of Carlos's praise and belief in him. He finally actually took in the table. "This…. You made a lot."

"Just food Tyler. Don't freak out on me now," Carlos said teasingly but deep down he was afraid TK would bolt for the door again.

"Where's your beer?" TK asked giving him a suspicious look.

"Didn't want one. It was a long day, a lot happened, and besides you're not drinking and you needed a clear headed sounding board," he said as if it wasn't that big deal of a deal.

"Carlos…"

"Don't. I know if I wanted a beer or alcohol it wouldn't bother you. I mean we've been to the bar. But I'm good."

"You're too good," TK said fondly.

"Na, just me. Now dig in," he smiled.

They chatted about their day and the stressful calls they’d responded to while they ate, Carlos knowing TK needed a little bit of a distraction. Carlos could see though that TK needed to get home, so when they were done and started to clean up, he stopped TK from helping. "I got it," he smiled. He kissed TK's forehead. "It's ok, go home. I got this."

"You sure?" TK hesitated.

"Positive. Go home. Talk to your dad. And Tyler," he said using TK's name. (He secretly loved watching his boy shiver ever time he did it) "Call me if you need me. I don't care what time day or night. Call me." He wanted to add that he should call him instead of doing something stupid, but he didn't because he believed it when he told TK he could handle this.

"Thanks," TK said leaning up to give him a sweet kiss. "I'll call ya later." He slipped on a hoodie not even bothering to notice it wasn't his, but one of Carlos's academy hoodies. Carlos just let him never taking his eyes off TK til he was out the door.

The night had gone better than expected and he was hopeful that when TK needed something he'd turn to him and not back to the pills.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos fanfic #tarlos prompts #tk x carlos #tk strand #tyler kennedy strand #carlos reyes #mtngirl writes

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Heartbeats on the Airwaves chapter 9

Well this ended up being longer than I planned. Oops.

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After Kevin was stitched up and checked over, he was sent home to rest. Cecil sits in the waiting room waiting for Carlos to come out so they can leave. He wraps his arms around himself, Kevin’s words running through his head. He started down at his returned ring. He didn’t look up when he heard footsteps. He doesn’t look up when he felt someone sit down beside him.

“Hey.” Carlos says softly. “You okay?”

“No. Cecil answers honestly. “I feel dirty.”

“Cecil, he did it to protect you.”

“He shouldn’t have had to!”

“If he hadn’t, you might be dead right now.” Carlos whispers.

Cecil looks away. “I know.” He looks back. “I’m scared. What if he comes after me? Or worse. Goes after you?”

“I’ll kick his ass before I ever let him touch you again. I don’t care if I lose my license.”

“Carlos no. Its not worth it. You’ve worked so hard to be where you are today, and I don’t want to ruin that….”

“Cecil, you are worth loosing everything. I don’t care what it takes to keep you safe. Because I love you.”

“But- “

Carlos leans over and presses a kiss to Cecil’s lips. “You are.”

Cecil sighs a little, knowing that arguing with the other was pointless on this subject. “I love you too.”

“Come on. Let’s get you home. It’s been a long night.”

Cecil just gives a quiet nod and stands, holding out his hand. Carlos takes it and stands, pulling Cecil close and kissing him gently. “We will get through this. Me and you.”

“I hope you’re right.” Cecil nuzzles into the crook of Carlos’ neck. He closes his eyes and exhales softly.

“I am right. You’ll see.”

“Could you maybe stop being cocky and just take me home?”

Carlos laughs softly and nods. “Let’s go.” He steps back and takes Cecil’s hand, leading him out the door.

The drive home was spent in a comfortable silence. Carlos’ hand rested on Cecil’s knee, rubbing back and forth with his thumb. The warmth and motion were comforting. Cecil let the tension fall from his body and leans back, closing his eyes.

“Carlos?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t tell you enough how much I love you.” Cecil opens his eyes and looks over at his fiancé. “I love you more than anything.”

Carlos glances over. “I love you too. You are the light of my life. My moon. My sun.” He squeezes his hand a little, making Cecil blush. “What brought this on, may I ask?”

“Listening to Kevin earlier……It made me realize that we have no idea what could happen. We can lose everything in a split second. I want you to know how much I love you. In case something happens to me.” Cecil rubs the back of his neck with one hand. “I want you to know that I love you more than anything. You are amazing. Never forget that.”

Carlos pulls into the driveway and turns off the car before answering. He unbuckles and turns in his seat, facing the other man. “Look at me.” He says gently.

Cecil keeps his eyes glued to his hands, folded in his lap. His eyes dart up in surprise when Carlos hooks two fingers under his chin and tilt his face up.

“Look at me.” He says once again.

Cecil licks his lips and nods a little.

“Cecil, you are more important than anyone on this planet to me. I will go to hell and back to protect you. I would swim a million miles for a glance of your face. I would climb the highest mountain just to hear your voice. Hell, I’d spend ten years in a desert otherworld if it meant I could come home to you.”

Cecil opens his mouth to protest but Carlos put a finger to his lips.

“I’m not done.”

Cecil closes his mouth and Carlos smiles. “I would lay down my life, give up my medical license, walk across broken glass and hot nails barefoot for you. Your safety and happiness are the most important thing to me. You are my whole world. I love you, Mi Alma, Mi Vida, Mi Corazon.”

Carlos moves his finger and presses a kiss to Cecil’s lips. “You are the center of my universe. Never forget that.”

Cecil leans back over for one last kiss. “I’ll do my best.”

“I’ll take it.” Carlos smiles softly. He pulls opens his door. “Let’s get you inside. I know you haven’t eaten yet.”

Cecil follows in suit with a snort. “You’re one to talk, doctor man.”

“Hey. Do as I say and not as I do. That’s our motto at work.”

“If I have to take care of myself, so do you.”

Carlos huffs a little. “Fine. But only cause it’s you.”

“Damn straight.” Cecil nods, taking Carlos’ hand and starting up the walk. Carlos trailed behind him and pulls away long enough to unlock the door.

“Come on. I’ll make you dinner.”

“Nothing big. I don’t really have an appetite.” Cecil says, slipping his shoes off near the door.

“It’s been a long day. You need a good meal.”

“I’m tired.”

“I need you to eat Ceec. Please?”

Cecil quietly follows Carlos to the kitchen. He sits on a bar stool and watches Carlos move around the kitchen, humming to himself. “Tell me about your day?” He asks.

“Well, some interns got in a fist fight. An attending got caught sleeping with a patient. Drama, drama, drama. But I was about to cut out a huge tumor.” Carlos waves his knife a little as he talked, making Cecil chuckle. “It was the size of my fist! But The guy is fine. Really nice guy. Teaches music at the college.”

Cecil slips off the stool and rounds the counter, wrapping his arms around Carlos’ waist and resting his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder. “Mm.”

“It took almost seven hours.”

“It baffles me that you and keep yourself concentrated for that long.”

“Not all of us get distracted by shiny objects.” Carlos teases.

Cecil nips at him. “Not all of us can stab people to life either.”

Carlos turns his head a little. “You are not allowed near knives any more if you keep talking like that.”

“It is essentially what you do, is it not?”

Carlos sighs, then holds up a fork. “Open.”

Cecil obeys, closing his eyes. His lips close around the fork and he hums in satisfaction. “Chicken…garlic…. lemon grass?” He guesses, opening his eyes.

“You forgot thyme.” Carlos says. “But three out of four is pretty good.”

“Oh no! Look at the thyme!” Cecil cackles loudly.

Carlos just rolls his eyes and hands him a plate of chicken and carrots. “Eat.”

Cecil takes the plate and sits back down on the bar stool. “You have to eat too.”

“I am, I am.” Carlos joined him, leaning against the counter across from where Cecil sat. “See?”

Cecil kept his eyes clued to Carlos’ face until he started to eat, before smiling and starting to eat himself. The meal is shared in the same comfortable silence from the car. It was a moment of understanding. Of love and healing. Cecil finishes first. He was hungrier than he originally thought. He pushes the plate aside and watches Carlos eat, not even annoyed at how loud his chewing was. It didn’t matter. Not in this moment. Possibly not at all.

Two weeks later

Cecil blinks awake when Carlos presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Mm... What time is it?” He asked, sitting up and reaching for his glasses.

“It’s eight thirty. You need to get up or you’ll be late. You don’t want to deal with Lauren lecturing you again, do you?” Carlos teases.

Cecil makes a face. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“Well, sooner you get there, sooner you can get home. We have a date tonight.”

Cecil’s face lights up. “Happy Anniversary.”

“And to you. Now get dressed. I’ll drop you off.”

Cecil half rolls off the bed, falling into the floor before heading to the closet. He pulls down the purple dress shirt that Carlos called the purple shirt of sex. He digs out a cream-colored tie and carries them plus a pair of slacks to the bed. He shrugs out of his sleep clothes and gets dressed, forgoing the vest today. The door opens as he drapes the tie around his neck. Carlos crosses the room and comes to a stop in front of him.

“Let me.” He says.

Cecil drops his hands and tilts his head back. Carlos works quickly, tying the tie perfectly. Cecil looks back down at Carlos, his lips slightly parted. Taking the silent cue, Carlos pulls him close by the tie and kisses him deeply.

“We have to go.” Cecil murmurs.

Carlos gives a soft whine but nods, pulling away. “If we must.”

Carlos nods and heads for the door, stopping only to grab his bag. The coffee shop wasn’t far, so Carlos drops him there, apologizing that he couldn’t come in. Cecil just gives him a kiss and tells him it’s alright.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says, climbing out.

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Go help some people today.”

Cecil strolls into the station with an easy smile. He looks around but sees no Lauren, which is always a plus. He does however, spot Dana near the coffee machine and makes his way over.

“Oh, someone looks dapper.” She teases.

“I have a date tonight.” Cecil blushes a little.

“Like a date date or a date?” She asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Dana!” He smacks her arm.

“Oh!” She laughs. “I knew it!”

Before Cecil could answer, the happy atmosphere was sucked from the room with the sharp click of heels. Cecil groans into his coffee and downs it before turning around. He now stood face to face with the person everyone in the station hoped to avoid. Well, not quite face to face, due to Cecil being half a foot taller.

“Ms. Mallard. How may I help you?”

“Bank robbery on fifth. Go cover it.”

Cecil bites back a retort and just nods.

“Oh, and Cecil? Try not to get shot this time. The paperwork is dreadful.”

Cecil could feel Dana boiling behind him and reaches back to put a hand on her arm. This woman isn’t worth it. Cecil held eye contact as he fights back the urge to smack this woman. Lauren just gives a dark smile and walks away. “Take a crew with you!” She calls over her shoulder.

Cecil lets Dana go and takes a deep breath. Dana is still fuming beside him.

“God, I hate that woman.”

“I know Dana.”

“I wish she’d die in a ditch.”

“I know Dana.”

“I am going to do something about it!”

“Dana no.” Cecil looks at her. “Because you don’t know what she’ll do to you. And you’re the only one here that I feel safe around. Plus, you can’t be my best man if you’re in jail.”

“You are lucky I love you Palmer.”

“I know Dana.” Cecil chuckles and hugs her. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Hey Mendez!” Rochelle calls from across the attendings lounge. Carlos looks up from the chart he was reading.

“What’s up?”

“Your boyfriend’s on TV!”

Carlos joins her, looking up at the mounted TV.

“There appear to be three hostages inside, but no children. The robbers are armed and very dangerous-”

“God damnit Lauren!” Carlos yells at the screen as Cecil keeps reporting. The news cuts to a woman that Carlos recognized as Dana, Cecil’s best friend.

“That is the report given an hour ago. Cecil Palmer has now been taken hostage, in exchange for the other hostages. He will only be realized when the demands are met. There is a bomb planted inside. The bomb squad is on its way. We will keep you updated as the situation unfolds.”

Carlos’ blood ran cold. Then he saw red. This was her fault.

“Carlos, where are you going?”

Carlos faces her. “Think about it. Cecil was in danger of dying exactly a year apart because of his idiot boss. I’m going to confront her.”

“Carlos, don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t. I’m just going to have a talk. Page me if I’m needed.”

And with that, he was out the door.

Carlos finds Lauren sitting in the main room of the station, watching the newscast.

“Lauren.” He says coldly. “We need to talk.”

She turns. “Ah! Mr. Mendez! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Dr. Mendez.” Carlos corrects. “And you need to stop sending Cecil to risk his life.”

“He’s a reporter. He’s doing his job.” She says, with an eerie grin.

“You’re trying to get him killed!”

“If he gets killed in the line of duty, oh well.” She shrugs.

Carlos fought the urge to strangle her right then. She wasn’t worth losing his license over. A loud noise draws Carlos’ attention to the TV. His stomach dropped and his heart nearly stopped. The bank had exploded. Lauren’s face was blank, unreadable. Carlos growls and runs down, pulling his phone to call Rochelle.

Cecil wakes yet again, in the hospital. He had a weird sense of deja vu, but at least this time he didn't get shot. He was cold and hot at the same time. His arms were tingly.

“Carlos? “He asked, his voice rough, his throat burning. It was likely damaged due to the explosion.

“I’m here.” Carlos stands and takes his hand.

“I hope this isn’t a yearly thing.” Cecil muses, closing his eyes. A dark bruise was prominent against the tall man’s pale face. “Please don’t smack me this time. I’m not dying.” He smiles a little.

Carlos huffs a laugh. “I’m glad. I couldn’t live without you.” He presses a gently kiss to Cecil’s lips.

Lauren crosses her legs as she answered her phone, a scowl on her face.

“You failed. Again. How hard is it to kill one man?” She scoffs. She listens to the excuses starting to come but cuts them off. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

She hangs up and leaves the building, hailing a cab.

“Where to, ma’am?”

“Mercy Eastern Hospital, please.” Lauren answers, her jaw clenched, yet determined.

Carlos hadn’t left Cecil’s bedside since he woke up. Cecil wasn’t complaining but the man looked exhausted. He carefully slid over and pats the bed.

“Lay with me?”

He knew there was no way he could convince Carlos to go sleep so maybe this would help.

Carlos quirked a smile. “Is this you trying to trick me into sleeping?”

“Maybe. But I want to be close to you. I almost died today and that means I deserve cuddles.”

Carlos gives a huff of mock annoyance but smiles and climbs into the bed next to him. Cecil immediately folds around him, best he could. He lays his head on Carlos’ chest and looks up.

“I can feel you thinking. What's on your mind?” He asks softly.

Carlos reaches down and entwines their fingers. “Ever since you got shot, I'm always worrying about you.” He pauses and kisses Cecil's knuckle. “And I know that in your line of work, you get sent all kinds of places, but it kills me that I can't protect you.”

Cecil opens his mouth to protest but Carlos goes on.

“But when I see you reporting, I see how happy you are. You have a……. glow about you. It's truly beautiful. Because this is what you're meant to do. I'm not asking you to give up what you love, I'd never, ever, do that. But….” He sighs a little. “The most important thing to me is your safety. And Lauren-”

“I don't trust her Carlos.” Cecil whispers. Cecil's expression broke Carlos’ heart. He was terrified of this woman. Carlos couldn't even begin to imagine what happened inside the bank.

“I think she's trying to kill me, and I think the guys at the bank worked for her.”

“Did they do something to you?” Carlos asked, his brain going through terrible situations.

“Nothing I won't survive.” Cecil says, waving his hand a little. Carlos knew there was more to that statement but didn’t want to pry when Cecil was so vulnerable. ”I've learned to read people. For my job. And I pick up on things. Like how your smile spreads from left to right when you find something funny but right to left when you're excited or joyful.” He pauses, touching Carlos’ cheek. “She hates me. I know that much. But does she hate me enough to kill me?”

“I wish I knew the answer.” Carlos says softly. “But I really don't know.”

Before Cecil reply, Carlos’ pager went off, making Cecil jump and then whimper in pain. Carlos cursed softly and reaches for it, reading the message.

“It's 911. Dammit.” He looks at Cecil. “I can have someone else to handle it-”

“Go.” Cecil says softly with a smile. “I'll be here when you get done. I'm fine. Someone needs you to save them.”

Carlos kisses his lips gently. “I'll be back as soon as I can.”

“I'll be here.”

Cecil nods and lays his head back, closing his eyes. He listens as Carlos leaves the room, relaxing slowly.

He was almost asleep when he heard a distinct click of heels against the tile floor. His eyes snap open and his breath catches in his throat as he sees Lauren standing over him. He starts to tremble at the sight. It was like something out of a nightmare.

“Cecil, you are a very hard man to kill, despite having all the grace of a drunk cat.” She tsked.

Cecil tried to call out, but his voice was shot. The only sound that came out was a dry whisper.

“Looks like you have to shut up for once in your life.” She muses. “I wish I could enjoy it.”

She pulls a small vial from her pocket and holds it up. “Do you know what Batrachotoxin Cecil is?” She asks. She picks up a needle and fills it, holding the needle up to the light. Then she continues. “It's one of the deadliest poisons in the world.”

Reaching over, she yanks out the IV, making Cecil give a cry of pain. She then jabs the needle into his arm, despite him trying to fight her off. His limbs were still shaky from the explosion.

Batting his hand away, she pushes the stopper down.

“First you'll go numb. Then your muscles will deteriorate. Then your heart will fail. Then the rest of your organs. Last is your brain.”

Once the needle was empty, she pulls it out and gives a grin. “Isn't it amazing?”

Cecil gasped, choking.

“Well, I wish I could say it's been fun, but you've been a giant pain in my ass. Good riddance.” She smirks and leaves the room. Cecil barely managed to fumble with the nurse call button before he blacked out.

Carlos paces the waiting room, his mind going through all kinds of situations before one of the other doctors comes out. He stops and gives them a hopeful look.

“Is he okay?”

“He's alive.” The unspoken 'for now’ hung in the air between them.

“What happened?”

“He was dosed with an extremely lethal poison. He is in a medically induced coma to give his body a chance to try and flush it out.”

“Will he be okay?”

“Only time will tell.”

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Obsessive - Part 25

That kiss came out of nowhere! How will the reader react? (This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters) **Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine) __________________

Juice Kissed you with a sincerity that told you everything you needed to know. He didn’t regret what happened between the two of you, it wasn’t a mistake, and he was sorry for hurting you.

Your arms fell to your sides as you stood, shocked at his actions, but you kissed him back anyway. You relaxed in his grip and his arms moved down to loop around your waist and pull you closer to him as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth and you allowed it, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulders for support as a million thoughts began to race through your mind.

Suddenly, Juice pulled away from the kiss, peering into your confused eyes.

“I lied to you, (Y/N), and I’m sorry. Some other shit was going on and I felt like I needed to distance myself from you. My hand was kind of forced too but it doesn’t matter because I fell in love with you (Y/N) and I can’t lie to myself anymore I--”

His rambling was interrupted as your lips crashed against his, tears of relief falling from your eyes as your lips moved together and he held you tightly against him. He ran his hands up your back, squeezing you tightly and you fisted his kutte, clinging to each other. He lifted you, taking you to the floor just inside the threshold, right next to the spot where just three weeks prior you had been unconsciously bleeding.

Almost as if his mind was in the same place as yours he broke away from your kiss again, leaning up to run his fingers across the scar where your stitches had been on your head. You reached your hand up to take his arm and pressed your lips against his wrist.

“What about my dad and Jax?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“I’m not worried about that,” he answered confidently and you smiled in response, “I want you. Do you want me?” He was grinding his hips against your center as your legs were splayed to the sides and you could feel his hardness pressing against you.

“Yes. Juice. I want you too,” you breathed as his lips ghosted across yours, waiting for your consent to continue.

“Take these off,” he whispered, tugging with one hand at the waist of your pants. He leaned back on his knees and unbuckled his belt, kicking his Dickies off while you wiggled out of your clothes. He threw his shirt off over the top of his head and began kissing up your stomach following the cotton of your shirt as you pulled the material off.

He hesitated at your breasts, his arms boxing you in as you spread your legs and he moved between them once again. He was kissing and biting at the fabric of your bra as you ran your hands along his mohawk and moaned his name. He moved his way up to your collarbone and lowered himself down onto you, moving his hand down to rub across your panties.

“Juice,” you panted as he licked and sucked his way up to your neck, grinding his hips into yours while he did, “Fuck me,” you commanded, making him chuckle against your skin before pulling away and looking at you.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, turning to dig in his jeans and pull a condom from his wallet, pulling his boxers down as you pulled your panties off and he rolled the condom on, palming his cock and teasing your slit with it.

You were already wet and ready for him, so he pushed into you, making you moan while your body struggled to accommodate him.

“Shit, (Y/N),” Juice cursed through gritted teeth, “I missed this so much baby.”

You reached your hands up to hold either side of his face as you pulled him down to kiss you, your tongue snaking into his mouth as he began to stroke inside you, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed as your hands ventured to his back, raking your nails across his skin.

You loved how he opened you up, and he loved how you stretched around him. With your legs around his waist he set a more ferocious pace, pounding into you, all those moments over the last two weeks that were wasted when he could have had you.

All those wasted moments over the last five years when he could have made a move and all of this would have happened much sooner.

He wasn’t letting his time with you go to waste anymore.

Fuck the person who threatened him, he was going to make you his tonight.

Reaching down to grasp your knees, he pulled your legs up to rest on his shoulders, giving him a new angle and making you feel more full that you ever had, his dick was reaching places you had no idea existed as he pinned you to the floor below him.

He bore down on you, wrapping his fingers behind your head to tug at your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck which he quickly devoured, sucking a bruise into your pulse as he continued thrusting into you. His moans mixed with yours as he finally pulled out of you.

As he pressed his lips into yours he stood and lifted you to stand with him, kicking his boxers off completely and leading you over to the couch where he sat; you knew exactly what he wanted. You straddled him, staring deep into his dark brown eyes as you gripped his shaft and lowered yourself down onto him.

An audible gasp left both of your throats as you allowed yourself time to adjust again before Juice reached behind you and unclasped your bra, allowing your breasts to be free. He pulled you forward to him, taking your right nipple in his mouth and nibbling it before sucking it gently as you began to rock slowly in his lap, his dick teasing you as your movements were small. His hands went to your hips as he began to guide your movements, pulling his mouth away from your skin to lean back against the couch and watch you move on top of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as you began to move more quickly on top of him, a tightening inside you notifying you of your approaching orgasm. It wouldn’t be long before your release rocked through your body, you wanted him as close as possible before you let go. You bit your lip, rocking back and forth in his lap as he panted and both of your chests heaved.

Gripping the couch back on either side of his neck, you used it as leverage to begin bouncing on his dick and his eyes shot open. “Mmm, (Y/N), you’re gonna make me--” he dug his fingers into your hips as he met your thrusts, pounding your orgasm out of you as you yelped, continuing to fuck yourself as your release coursed through your body, weakening your legs until finally he let out the breath he had sucked in and found his release as well. All of the muscles in his arms, chest and stomach were tensing as you felt his dick throbbing inside of you, his seed being released within the condom he had been so generous as to remember.

He let your hips go, his neck collapsing back as he breathed heavily.

“God, that was amazing. I love you so much,” he sighed, a sweet smile stretched across his face. You leaned down and planted a kiss on his check, lifting yourself off of his now softening erection as you did, “I love you too, Juan Carlos,” you grinned as he opened his eyes and you moved to sit beside him. He sat with his arm around you for a few moments before he made a move to stand up.

“Gonna go shower,” he whispered as he began to walk away.

You couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled back and ass and smile for the first time in weeks as he walked away from you.

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Hungarian GP: All you need to know - Hamilton's masterclass & the Force India ripple effect

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Hungarian GP: All you need to know - Hamilton's masterclass & the Force India ripple effect

Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas claimed an unexpected front-row lock-out for Mercedes

The rain came to the rescue for Lewis Hamilton, just as it had in Germany a week ago.

In the dry, Hamilton’s title rival Sebastian Vettel looked a certain bet for pole in a Ferrari that was perfectly poised and balanced, while Hamilton’s Mercedes was skittish and nervous, so much so that both he and team-mate Valtteri Bottas spun in final practice.

But a wet track levelled the playing field and Hamilton, as he so often does, excelled.

His pole lap was 0.26secs quicker than Bottas, and 0.812secs fast than Vettel, who starts fourth, having qualified just 0.024secs slower than team-mate Kimi Raikkonen.

“The rain was a blessing,” Hamilton said. “I had no idea I would be shooting for the front row and pole. I couldn’t be happier. It is quite a shock, really. I was not expecting to be here.”

It sets up an enticing race. If it is dry, as expected, the two slower front-running cars are starting in front of the two faster ones, and Vettel really needs to make the most of a circuit that should have been a slam-dunk win to cut Hamilton’s championship lead.

Right now, that stands at 17 points, but if Hamilton wins on Sunday, it will go out to nearly a clear win. There are still nine races to go after Hungary, and some will definitely favour Ferrari, but that sort of margin is a significant psychological hurdle even if it is not a huge mathematical one.

Both Hamilton and Bottas indicated they expect to fight something of a rear-guard battle in the race. In their favour is that overtaking is harder at Hungary than perhaps anywhere other than Monaco.

“It will mean it is quite a close race,” Hamilton said. “It is going to be close. It is going to be hard to keep the tyre temperatures under control. I cannot tell you what is going to happen; we just have to get our heads down and try to pull away.”

Race winners in Hungary among current drivers

Bottas added that simulation runs in Friday practice suggested Mercedes were slower than both Ferrari and Red Bull on race pace.

“From our numbers, we were the third-quickest team on the long runs,” Bottas said, “so I think we really need to get everything perfect from the race start.

“It’s going to be really hot, a really long race, so… yeah, overtaking is difficult but there’s many opportunities for the cars behind to get us if they have more speed. So we really need to be on it.”

Where did Ferrari’s pace go?

Vettel remains confident despite a frustrating qualifying session on Saturday

Vettel looked imperious throughout practice and had been very confident of pole had it remained dry and hot.

“In the dry, we were pretty much in control. But the race is long, so we see what we can do,” he said. “We are starting fourth so we focus on winning from fourth.”

For the most part the qualifying hour was anything but dry, and Ferrari’s pace bled away.

Vettel topped the first and second segments, but the first ended on a drying track, and in the second Ferrari pulled a strategic masterstroke – or got lucky, depending on your point of view – by sending Vettel out on intermediates straight away.

Everyone else went out on slicks only to find a soaking track in the final sector, and need to pit immediately.

That meant Vettel got the best of the conditions, and he topped the session by two seconds from Renault’s Carlos Sainz, who was highly impressive throughout and ended up fifth on the grid.

In the top-10 shootout, though, the conditions were bad enough for full-wet tyres and Hamilton and Bottas were in control.

On the face of it, this does not make sense. The Ferrari’s pace on this track comes from it having greater downforce in a high-downforce configuration – which is why it was quicker than the Mercedes in Monaco, and is expected to be again in Singapore in September.

More downforce should also help in the wet, and yet suddenly the Ferraris were slower. Why would that be, this writer asked Vettel afterwards?

“It is not always that straightforward,” he said. “I see where you are coming from. Obviously we did not have much running in the wet so far this year and the little bit we have, we have some work still to do.

“It wasn’t awful. It is not a disaster to start third and fourth, but we certainly want to be ahead. In the dry, it could have been a different outcome, but it wasn’t dry. And we need to make sure also in the wet we are there.”

A pause. “Sorry, I can’t really answer.”

Because you don’t know?

“Well, I think I know, but…”

Mercedes F1 boss Toto Wolff believes the answer is a mundane one – tyre temperature in wet conditions. Mercedes had their tyres just-so, and it seems Ferrari may not have done.

That certainly applied to Red Bull, whose driver Max Verstappen, normally outstanding in the wet, had tyre temperatures far lower than optimum and ended up down in seventh.

Of course, Hamilton’s peerless wet-weather skills cannot be underestimated.

And Bottas was pretty good, too.

Force India problems could shake-up F1

This weekend has been dominated by the future of Force India, who were put into administration on Friday night following legal action from their driver Sergio Perez.

The Mexican told BBC Sport he took the decision to protect the future of the team, having been asked to do so by his bosses. He did not specify who, but it was almost certainly deputy team principal Bob Fernley and chief operating officer Otmar Szafnauer.

Putting the team into administration, Perez said, fended off a winding-up order from another creditor.

All parties involved sound confident that the move will help secure the future of a team that has been suffering in recent times because of the legal and financial difficulties of co-owner Vijay Mallya. He is fighting extradition to India on fraud charges, which he denies, and this has impacted the finances of the team.

There are said to be at least three potential buyers – two US consortiums and one from a Russian businessman – and the team’s situation raises the potential of all sorts of changes up and down the field.

For a start, the drivers are now potentially free to move. Esteban Ocon is already on the way to Renault for 2019 – a move that is all but sorted but has not yet been officially confirmed.

But Force India’s situation means it will either have new owners before long, or collapse, which means Ocon could potentially move to Renault this year.

This would mirror what happened last year, when the French car company was in negotiations with Red Bull and McLaren over the engine swaps between Honda and Renault, and Sainz ended up moving from Toro Rosso to Renault for the last few races of the season.

Force India driver Sergio Perez says he started administration proceedings against the team at their request

Sainz is in intense talks with McLaren for a drive next year. He would either partner his friend Fernando Alonso, who has yet to make a decision on his future, or replace him if the two-time champion decided to switch to Indycars.

With Force India as it is, it’s not beyond the realms of possibility that Ocon could move into Sainz’s Renault in the second half of this year, and Sainz move to McLaren to replace Stoffel Vandoorne.

The Belgian, who has been struggling to match Alonso this year, would then be a free agent, and he might be attractive to Toro Rosso, who have been looking to replace Brendon Hartley for some time, and had a bid for McLaren’s reserve driver Lando Norris rejected back in June.

This could dovetail with the dispute between McLaren and Toro Rosso over the future of James Key.

As BBC Sport reported on Thursday, Key has resigned from his position as technical director of Toro Rosso and signed to do the same role at McLaren. But he has a contract with Toro Rosso that the team describe as “long-term” – believed to be until 2020 – and when he can join McLaren will be the subject of negotiations.

So far Red Bull motorsport advisor Helmut Marko is playing hardball and doing his negotiations in public, saying he will hold Key to his contract. He even told BBC Sport on Saturday that Key had not resigned, which sources say is not an accurate representation of events.

In any case, employment law dictates that Red Bull cannot prevent Key from moving to McLaren for longer than 12 months, and McLaren clearly want him before that. Perhaps a deal involving Vandoorne and/or Norris could smooth the way for that to happen earlier.

Meanwhile, Lawrence Stroll, the father of Williams driver Lance, is said to be keen to move his son to Force India, and has been seen having talks with Szafnauer.

Again, that was for 2019, but perhaps it, too, could happen earlier, with Mercedes junior George Russell, who is impressing in Formula Two, moving to Williams to replace him.

It’s early days in all this, and it might in the end take until next year for all this to happen. Or it might be sooner. Certainly, following the developments at Force India, it could be.

The summer break, with nearly four weeks between Hungary and the next race in Belgium, promises to be very busy for some of F1’s most influential figures.

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