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#Muse: Reyes
musecaravan · 2 years
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To Feel Your Touch - Jack/Reyes
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Gabriel was a man who took his job seriously.  The role he played wasn’t a welcome one… but someone had to do it.  He was one of the Horsemen, after all.  His duties had existed since the dawn of man, and would likely continue until the last human took their last breath.  If not him, then another would step into the role, as it was with the other three.  Any of them could give up their duties at any time - return to a mortal life.  There were caveats, of course, but it wasn’t unheard of for one of their kind to grow tired of the roles they played.
Gabriel had gone comfortably numb to his task centuries ago.  Did he enjoy sending forth plagues that killed scores of people in mere days?  No.  Only a psychopath would relish the suffering of others - even mortals.  But when he was told to do his job, he did it.  The orders weren’t written anywhere. - they just sort of… popped into his head.  He always knew where to go and what form of pestilence to unleash.  He rarely stayed to watch his handiwork.  Death wasn’t his department.  Besides, it wouldn’t do to go getting all sentimental about things.  
His work rarely varied.  Go into a place, devise a way for the illness to take hold, decide where to let the infection begin, and then leave.  Smooth and simple.  Until one day, it wasn’t.  The order buzzed into his head with a slight thrum of pain.  He didn’t know how he knew, but someone higher up was… irritated with him?  What had he…?  Gabe focused on the order… and then got VERY confused.  It was for the same town he’d been tasked with over a month ago.  The plague should’ve been well on its way to decimating at least a quarter of the population.  What had gone wrong?
With a low grumble of annoyance, the Horsemen willed himself back to the quaint little village.  A village which seemed none the worse for the disease he’d so carefully prepped and planned.  What was going on?  He floated, unseen, through a throng of market-goers, marveling at how every single one of them looked hale and hearty.  Gabriel couldn’t even recall the last time he’d miscalculated a job as terribly as this.  It seemed he’d need to start over and then stick around to see what he’d done wrong.
So, still grumbling, he set his original plan in motion again.  But what to do while he waited?  Leaving again was out of the question.  He needed to watch this plague take its course and make sure the job got done this time.  But people-watching was… a bad idea.  It was too easy to get invested - Gabe knew that from prior experience.  It was going to be bad enough having to watch as the disease took hold.  Just because his work was necessary didn’t mean he took any pleasure in the suffering it caused.  Maybe he could kill some time by circumventing a few potential hiccups in advance?  Yes - time to pay a visit to the local healer.
Finding a quiet alley, Gabe allowed himself to solidify into a human form - the one he’d had before taking on this role so very long ago.  His clothes became those of a road-weary herbalism merchant.  Then - for a finishing touch he gave himself a festering wound on his forearm.  Nothing too terrible - the type of thing that might come from a misjudged swipe with a sickle.  Next came some makeshift bandages, and now he was ready.  Getting directions to the healer’s home wasn’t hard, and Gabriel soon found himself standing outside a small, well-kept cottage.  He gave a quick rap on the door with his knuckles and waited.
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teencopandthesourwolf · 7 months
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*Sunday afternoon. No crises. Hale pack 2.0 playing baseball down on the preserve*
Erica to Derek: Omg you really need to tap that harder.
Derek: Huh? Did you somehow manage to miss me scoring that home run just now?
Erica: *rolls her eyes* I'm not talking about the ball, Babe Ruth.
Stiles: *runs past them both, reeking of horny*
Erica: I was talking about that.
Derek: *turns the same shade of red as the flash of his alpha eyes*
Derek, shouting: GAME SUSPENDED! EVERYONE GO HOME!
Scott, muttering quietly: Oh God, please, please just wait until we're out of earshot this time...
The rest of the pack: *tutting unhappily* Awww, Stiles!
Stiles: *throws his hands up in the air* What? What I do?!
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vaguely-concerned · 8 months
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I am so mad about how desperately into pan I am. he was specifically made to fuck me up. they dangled him in front of me like 'hey would you like to see a sad clown trickster with emotional intimacy issues and a heart of, if not gold, then some mysterious alloy with qualities not at all unlike those of gold at the end of the day?' and I went 'boy would I!' and now I'm lost. I'm on my knees he's like if reyes vidal was actually redeemable instead of just a 'release my man he did do all of that but I don't care' situation
#the way he seems so genuinely *delighted* by grace finding her voice and wants her to be able to make her music again#even when she's not the muse anymore............ what the fuck that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my LIFE dude#low-key grace's biggest fan musically at least fhsajkd#stray gods#stray gods pan#(this is not a slam on reyes btw the fact that he's unconscionable is part of the appeal in that specific case lol)#I went into the game mostly blind and from what I had seen I fully intended to romance freddie#and then... this bitch shows up for literally one song and I have to restart the whole thing before I even get to challenging a queen#because I now desire the goat guy carnally and I want to duet with him for the rest of forever thank u#also I don't think I can ever not romance him now seeing the contrast between what he gets up to in the endings#what do you MEAN if you don't romance him he just goes off and no one knows where he is. he's still just so alone??? no not on my watch#(if freddie is dead ( :( ) and you romance him there's an *adorable* part in the epilogue where he tells you hekate has him running around#getting lost relics back in a series of distinctly indiana jones-esque misadventures and it sounds like he's having the time of his life#if this is what it takes for him to actually talk to his family without anyone being complete dicks about it I must solemnly accept#the terrible burden of kissing him on every single run through of this game. it cannot be helped it's out of my hands now)
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a-jaded-mirage · 3 months
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Blue Beetle and El Paso
I would be lying if I said that I was not disappointed by the canonical home of Jaime Reyes being changed both in the movie and in recent comics. However, I would also be lying if I said that I absolutely detested the movie for whatever reason. I enjoyed the movie for what it was and what it meant to the Hispanic and Latinx communities. It is a huge deal, and I think it was done well. Going back to my original point, it is hard to be disappointed when it feels as though I am not missing out on much when Blue Beetle's relationship with El Paso was never done true justice anyway.
The West Texan Mexican-American experience is hard to fully encapsulate into one solid thought or idea. I can confidently say that the approach DC had in most iterations of the comics, cartoons, recent movie, and other forms of media always toned the experience down and made it a duller aspect of his story. I can not recall even a single time when El Paso was brought up or portrayed in a way that was recognizable to an El Pasoan across any of the aforementioned media. It always felt disconnected and out of touch, but I still held it close to my heart because it was something alluding to home.
In a way, I am happy that Blue Beetle is now from the fictional (emphasis on that) Palmera City, because it reiterates that heroes can only be super in Hollywood when they are superficially placed in a cookie-cutter big and flashy city. All I really have to say to that is, good for them. They did what they needed to in order to reach a wider audience. I am sure that the payoff for the corporate powerhouses at the end was worth it even at the cost of individuality. Come to think of it, my mind cannot really conjure up any mainstream superheroes that operate in any desert long term. Any time spent in the less "glamorous" parts of the Southwest is almost always smaller plot-driving settings that act as a stepping stone for bigger heroes and not as a home.
Anyway, all of this is to say that I understand why they did what they did with the setting. I even still happen to think the entire production team did a great job, but that does not stop me from wondering what could have been at any point in Blue Beetle's recent history if someone had used the beauty, culture, and complexity found uniquely in Sun City far more productively. There was so much more potential than the oftentimes vague and noncommittal nods given to the setting. It just was not utilized to its fullest potential, and if that would have been a continuous theme, then I am glad that they are no longer working with it.
Shifting to something less ranty, I absolutely suck at drawing. I am a STEM person through and through, but that did not stop me from visualizing all of the things I would have loved to have seen portrayed in a Blue Beetle story while experiencing being a teenager in El Paso. He was my absolute favorite superhero because he was one that I saw every single day in my hometown, and there were several things I felt he would have enjoyed doing.
For example, we have a ton of high schools. If I had to narrow down the ones I think Jaime Reyes would have attended, I would probably say my top three picks would be: El Paso High School, Bowie High School, or Austin High School. An interesting custom that schools in El Paso have is placing the first initial of a myriad of our high schools on the mountains. They are huge and visible, as well as a testament to our school spirit and pride. The Top 10 percent of most of our graduating classes wear different colored gowns at graduation than the rest of their peers, which is something I was told was not a common occurrence in most other states.
Homecoming is a huge deal, and people will buy, make, or sell Mums and corsages. It is kind of difficult to explain to people from around the states who may not be entirely familiar with what it is, but it is an old Texan tradition that is typically shared between sweethearts (dates) on the last day of Homecoming spirit week. It is something that a lot of people go all out for, and plenty of pictures exist on the internet of the various ways that they can be customized. I always thought it would be cool to see what Jaime Reyes would do for his Mum.
Prom is pretty much Prom wherever you are in the States for the most part, and ours are held at some great venues in the city, so there is not much more to say about that part of the high school experience. As far as colleges go, some of the most popular for teenagers at El Paso high schools to apply to are UTEP, EPCC, TTU, Texas A&M, and any of the other UTs (UT Austin, UT Dallas, and UT San Antonio to name a few). There are even several private universities like Rice, Baylor, and Trinity to name a few more. Hell, a lot of us even go to schools like NMSU in what is essentially our sister city of Las Cruces, there is also UNM, ASU, U of A, and CU. There are so many different choices for universities that are realistic and in the general area that Jaime absolutely could have chosen to apply to and attend. I think that seeing him initially as a Junior or Senior in an El Paso high school, and subsequently watching his transition into a college student in the city or elsewhere while grappling with his powers and responsibilities as Blue Beetle would have been so fascinating.
As far as places that it would have been nice to see him interact with at some point, it would be easier to just give a general list of my favorites. I wish that the following places could have been incorporated into the Blue Beetle story at some point long past: Chico's Tacos, Franklin Mountains State Park, Transmountain Road, Downtown, The Plaza Theater, Cielo Vista, The Fountains at Farah, Sunland Park, the Outlet Shoppes, Rosa's Cantina, Southwest University Park, Don Haskins Center, Concordia Cemetery, Scenic Drive-Overlook, the El Paso Star, Hueco Tanks, San Jacinto Plaza, St. Patrick Cathedral, any farmer's market or swap meet, any of our museums (Art, History, Archeology, Border Patrol, Science, Chamizal), the Coliseum, Ardovino's, Orange Cow, Burrito House, Bowie Bakery, Lucy's Cafe, any of our dulcerias, as well as literally any of our regional and national recreational chains. Obviously, there is so much more, but all of what I listed could have definitely been used for something whether it be a fight with a villain of the week, or opportunities to flesh out Jaime's character more socially and individually. That, and it tickles my funny bone to imagine the Teen Titans trying something like Chico's Tacos for the first time.
Unrelated, Jaime would totally listen to Khalid.
Naturally, there are so many other locations in surrounding cities and states that easily could have been used as well for any plot points that would have added even more Southwestern charm. I mean, part of New Mexico's tourism schtick is literally aliens (Roswell), and the scarab is in fact an alien now. However, for the purposes of this, I focused on El Paso. That is really all I have to say about all of this, if you stayed for my entire rant I appreciate it. If not, I totally understand, and I really just wanted to put my thoughts out into the world and write this love letter to my home city.
I love that Blue Beetle is now further into the general public's eye, and that his character means something for the entire extended community. He now has room to change, grow, and evolve from what he was before in a way that is far more defined by the expectations for a mainstream hero. Even if the El Pasoan Jaime Reyes can only exist truly in my mind, it is an okay price to pay for a narrative that touches my heart specifically. I am most certainly not a writer, so I hope that the next time we have a hero from El Paso, some of my city's charm can truly be done justice. After all, the only person who can characterize an El Pasoan correctly is an El Pasoan.
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hellrider666 · 8 days
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@wazzappp @cicada-candy @belushiii working on the ANGR/Firefighter AU and putting some stuff on paper I came to make the villian of the story Muse (from Daredevil) since I feel he'd make Robbie's life as a firefighter and as Ghost Rider a living hell.. well, more hell than it usually is.. since he's have to rescue/respond to mangled bodies and gore when Muse makes his art pieces and with Muse not having eyes and (seemingly) not being human it'd render the Penance Stare useless or worse deflect it back onto Robbie when he tries it on Muse. Not to mention, Muse is a more twisted parallel version of Eli, and that raises so many possibilities of angst between him and Robbie.
On a lighter note I did iron out that Lisa would be a paramedic and Gabe would have a civilian job within the station on days off from school/on weekends like being a secretary or work the call tower (kinda like a 911 Dispatcher but just for the station)
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nuks · 15 days
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samara's son (felix) has a face claim btw... r.ico rodr.iguez... aka manny from mo.dern fa.mily aiskdlasd i just think hes perfect for felix!! Felix is very outgoing and friendly, has a bit of a smart mouth, and is fiercely protective of samara <3
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bvsyhead · 1 month
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Talia Reye's Camera Roll @ofwindydays @fragmcntedsouls @lcthalwcapon @lawfvlhunter
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archxngxl · 1 year
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Closed Starter
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"Finally some peace and quiet." Renata stated upon entering their suite. It was a beautiful room. It was more like a house really. A kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and living room. And to top it all off they had a lovely view of the city, and the night sky that was filled with stars.
Renata just wanted to sit down and eat something, to relax a little bit. The tour had officially begun, and despite the ominous figure that was the stalker, everything seemed to be going well. So far, nothing had happened. The police hadn't informed her of anything, there was no letters or pictures sent. Perhaps he had finally backed down, she could only hope. The singer didn't have to worry, since she had one of the best bodyguards working for her. Renata had Cade by her side at all times, which made her feel safe. "Sit down, relax. Do you want anything to eat? I can have room service bring it up." // @elpida
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voidfell · 2 months
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Okay I'm gonna go shower and then shift into writing mode, with a focus on Jaime and Billy replies cause they're my specialist boys right now!! Consider this a STARTER CALL for them too, tho. Specify which + your muse <3
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chiwitss · 6 months
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"Woah- uh, hey, sorry." Jaime collides with @cauterisen when he turns the corner with two coffee cups in his hands, spilling some onto her and the floor between them. He's already running a little late since the line ran long, so really ... can this get any worse? "Early morning rush, right? Here, lemme, just..." He reaches over to try and wipe the coffee stain from @cauterisen's shirt, but realizes that he's not only made the stain worse but he's also totally touching a stranger. Cool. Awesome, even. "... okay. How about I pay you back for this?"
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storiesfabled · 11 days
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@empathichearts asked: “POV: I’m breaking into your apartment.”
"It isn't breaking in when you're let inside, Mares," Carlos said with a soft laugh as she stepped aside for her to make her way inside. "You know you're always welcome here, Marina. I'll make you a spare key the next time I go to the store. What're you doing here anyway? Dad go on another one of his tangents at home?"
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freneticfloetry · 1 year
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wip wednesday
Tarlos edition! Have a snippet of the monster I’ve been working on, which starts posting on Sunday.
He presses his lips together and zips the dark duffel closed. It's the same one that TK had once shoved full of everything in sight that was his right before he'd walked out the door, and part of Carlos still can't quite believe that either had come back again.
"Tell you what," he says, bringing the bag back over to the sofa and setting it down next to TK's left leg. "You carry that, and I'll carry you."
TK sits up straighter and does that thing where he cycles through half a dozen different expressions before Carlos can blink — surprise and suspicion and delight and disbelief and worry and wide-eyed wonder.
"Are you serious?"
"All the way to the top." He holds his hands out so TK can slot their palms together like puzzle pieces, doesn't pull him up so much as act as an anchor until he's standing again. "So what are we thinking?"
"I'm thinking… that you're the sweetest," TK murmurs, fingers trailing fondly over Carlos' chest. Then he screws up his face, anxious and adorable and probably a little painful, considering. "And also that it might give me vertigo? The whole room sort of swerved to the side just from getting up a little too fast. If you literally sweep me off my feet right now I'm pretty sure I'll pass out."
Carlos winds his arms around his waist, shivering a bit when TK shifts to let him take some of the weight that's keeping him upright.
"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
"I mean, maybe not in this context," TK says, "but I can think of a couple ways it wouldn't suck." He tilts his head the tiniest degree, mouth quirked at the corners, eyes full of mischief and heat. "Can I get a raincheck?"
Tagging @mixtapestar, @hoko-onchi-writes, and anyone else who feels like sharing!
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c1tyhaunts · 3 months
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MY MUSE IN A RELATIONSHIP | ↪ @fairestjuliet: 🎶🏷️♦️ (avian)
🎶Do they have a type?
kinda? it's hard to really say. anyone who Avian is romantically interested in normally have a foundation of friendship with her prior to her developing a crush/feelings for them. those Avian keep close to her, she may have had an aspect of sharp wit or sarcasm that matches Avian's. Avian only goes for people with good hearts & intentions, because those morals are fundamental to her and she refuses to be with someone that doesn't match that. for Avian, i think it's a lot of personality-based type than looks.
if we do have to talk about looks, Avian has only seem to show interested in brunettes & redheads in particular. she prefers a partner taller than her (which is easy since she's only like ... 5'2" lmao), and bonus points if her partner has a latin heritage like she does, as she likes someone she can share a similar culture with. she enjoys more rebellious individuals, more outgoing ones. but again, it varies depending on the situation.
🏷️ Do they give their partners cute nicknames?
somewhat; Avian has a habit of making cutesy version of her partner's names, shortening them to some degree if it's possible. (i.e. Gia -> Gigi, Lilith -> Lili for a couple of people that come to mind); but she doesn't normally do pet names.
if anything, Avian is often the recipient of nicknames herself. with the name like 'Avian', she has gotten "Birdy" before, or Avi, normally.
♦️ Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?
absolutely not, and i think that's influenced by who she has around her now. when her father was still alive, James' perspective on others often warped Avian's perspective on them. and because James did not want his children to affiliate with anyone that could lower their children's status, Avian, being the golden child, often took her father's word as law. if her dad said not to affiliate with someone, Avian is going to do it.
now that Avian has to make her own decision, the only factor she considers is another person's kindness & intentions before all else. she doesn't care what background they come from, she only cares about who they are and what they stand for.
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smokedanced · 4 months
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@innerwar said: “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “ - lucas @ hurley, maybe like right after plane crash?
𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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Can he move? Does he think he can walk? Hurley feels like he can barely think!
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❝ Uh, ❞    he responds. Rolls over on the sand. Crap. Not supposed to move, probably, if he’s injured something. No shooting pain, though. Sure, his whole body hurts, but he’s pretty sure it’d hurt a lot more if he had broken his legs. Or something.    ❝ I think I’m alive? ❞    he offers next. That much seems likely. Even if people aren’t meant to survive plane crashes. There’s shouting all around, though, so. Clearly some of them have.
He sits up tentatively, brushing sand off his hair.   ❝ Yeah, I think I’m... fine. ❞    Surreal. This feels surreal.
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beautifulhigh · 2 years
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Happiest of birthdays to my darling @bubblesandroses8 - you deserve all that is good in this world and I hope this helps put a little light into your life. You are my muse in human form, you help me turn ideas into something that actually resembles a plot, and you craft your own stories which live in my heart like it’s nothing. It’s something. It’s everything.
So what do you do for the queen of dads!Tarlos fics? You go and play in that sandbox for a while. I hope I did it justice.
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That glamorous love lasts where you sparkle and waltz and laugh before you were mine (7k) (AO3 link)
Somewhere in the midst of all this planning and preparation and family time, the youngest of Carlos' sisters had managed to land herself a job interview in Austin. The idea of getting her baby girl back to Texas was making the joyous situation of Carlos' wedding even more wonderful so for Andrea and so she had managed to rearrange the moving jigsaw of family members to free up Bella and herself and they were going into town to get her a suitable interview outfit.
There was one issue that needed to be solved: baby Carolina. All of ten months old and no one left to watch her in the way that apparently was needed for a child under the age of one.
Except Tío Carlos.
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How TK and Carlos spend an impromptu day looking after the youngest of the Reyes grandchildren.
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How Jen plays in the dads!Tarlos 'verse for a moment.
TK forced himself to pick up his feet as he walked along the corridor. The loft door was in sight, his keys had been in his hand and primed since entering the building. He was so close. On the other side of that door were the welcoming arms of his fiancé and then a few steps beyond those was the bed and he would probably manage to kick off his shoes before he fell into it and then after that he had no other plans than to sleep until he was woken up for food.
Carlos was probably going to wake him up for food. He usually did.
Doing additional shifts in the run up to the wedding had seemed like a good idea and they both were picking up the hours where they could in order to mitigate some of the costs that seemed to be spiralling away from them. Today's (very very very very very very) long shift was for the cake. Or maybe it was for one of the "groom's maid" dresses? TK couldn't remember and right now it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting through that door and going to bed. The hug from Carlos had become optional. He'd understand, TK was sure of it.
A shift of solid calls, of Paul taking pity on the EMS crew and making them a portable meal they could eat between scenes, of Tommy trying to get them off grid for a proper break only to be told that three houses had been called to a major operation just outside the city: while Dispatch would do their best they'd not been this stretched for medical cover since the ice storm. The best they could do was try to keep them in a specific area for a bit but they would need to go where they were needed.
The firefam had rallied around when it became clear that the run on medical calls was keeping them from the house and any kind of rest. Judd had made them copious amounts of "real coffee" and when the bus met up with the rig on some of their calls the paramedic team were given brief moments of respite by their housemates: new supplies of food and drinks, and the fire crew doing a bit more medical than they normally would. Not for the first time TK appreciated what a family his dad had created here in Austin, and how lucky he was to get to work with people who would willingly bandage up a wound or take over monitoring a patient so that you could take a quick bathroom break.
But the shift was over and it was done and he was home and he could sleep and be taken care of for the next however many hours. The family of the 126 was something but the family of his fiancé on the other side of this door was all he wanted right now.
He unlocked and opened the door and stopped dead, fairly sure he was already asleep and dreaming.
Carlos gently bounced the baby in his arms who was still grizzling and refusing to settle at all. "I can explain," he said.
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nuks · 14 days
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dude samara is so 🥺 coded... she's so shy and sweet... she will blush and duck her head if u make her embarrassed or praise her too much... like she gets ridiculously blushy / shy for a best-selling author asiudaskjld
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