#coop & cami | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

squishablesunbeam · 1 year

Text

The Palette Pt. 31: Free

Prev.

CW: recovering whumpee, collar, no other warnings really! Just happy boys!

Mark couldn't help but smile when Jesse came into the room with a flourish; his long, purple scarf trailing behind him and grinning like the Cheshire cat. He was so damn excited. Mark was much less so.

They'd had a conversation.

A very, very long and tearful conversation.

They were both pretty happy at the house but Mark was desperate to show Jesse the world that surrounded him. He wanted to give him a life worth living and if anyone deserved to not be cooped up in a house all the time, it was Jesse. But that meant they either had to pull the trigger and get his papers, or Mark would have to allow him to use a collar.

In the end, Jesse chose the collar. It sunk a pit into Mark's stomach but he had promised to abide by whatever Jesse decided.

So they went online and Mark let Jesse pick out whatever collar he liked and they agreed that he could wear it while they were out in public.

For now.

Mark wanted Jesse to be able to behave as much like a human as possible and not be forced to adhere to some crazy pet decorum so he made one rule. No kneeling unless Mark, and Mark alone, tells him to kneel. If they were confronted or bothered in any way, Jesse was to stand behind Mark and Mark would handle it.

Mark didn't like any of it.

The collar arrived today whether Mark wanted it to or not and, he had to admit, it actually suited him. Jesse had picked out a delicate collar with silver links and a small, silver tab with his name and Mark's phone number on it. He wore it loose around his neck with the tab resting right over the dip below his throat. If he squinted, it almost looked like a necklace and not the symbol of ownership and power over another human being that it really was.

Mark sighed. He really needed to stop bristling whenever he thought of putting any kind of ownership over Jesse. This was what Jesse had asked for and Mark was going to swallow his repulsion over the entire situation and deal with it. The last thing he wanted was for Jesse to feel bad about one of the first choices he's made as an adult in his entire damn life.

Plus, Jesse wanted to go for a ride.

Mark ended up almost maxing out one of his credit cards buying Jesse all the proper gear he was going to need to stay safe on the back of a motorcycle. Call it guilt, maybe, but Jesse couldn't be more thrilled.

Jesse twirled in the living room and Mark pulled in another deep breath.

This was so dangerous.

“You look like a rainbow threw up on you. How do they fit?”

Jesse sputtered out a laugh in between twirls, “Great!" He jumped a little in place, "Heavy.”

He stumbled to a stop, half tripping over Cami as she tried to jump up on Jesse and play.

Mark sighed heavily and took one more look at Jesse. He had picked out all the colors. These god awful salmon colored leather riding pants, his very own royal blue leather jacket with way too many buckles, and a bright red motorcycle helmet. Oh, and the purple scarf with only the tiniest bit of the silver collar poked out from underneath.

Mark looked down at himself in all black, head to toe.

“And how do I look?”

He twirled once for good measure.

Jesse's grin about split across his face it was so bright.

“You look cool!”

“Yeah?” Mark's eyebrow shot up, “Well alright then. Let's go for a ride.”

“Yes!”

Jesse slapped his hands together and ran for the door, shooting out of the house.

He wont get hurt. He wont get hurt. He wont get hurt.

Mark took a deep breath, again, and followed him outside. He can't get hurt.

This was so stupid. If Jesse gets injured, he'd have no choice now. He'd have to take him to the pet clinic.

Stop. No.

Mark bodily shook himself.

He wont get hurt.

Mark looked up and couldn't help but smile. Jesse was already on the bike, feet up and helmet on. The kid was radiating nothing but pure joy.

He walked up and flicked the helmet, grinning at the face beaming back at him from inside the helmet.

“You okay in there?”

“Yep!”

Mark reached under the helmet and Jesse tilted his head back, letting Mark tighten the straps under his chin.

“Good?”

Jesse gave him a thumbs up. Mark had told him to communicate with a thumbs up or a thumbs down while on the bike and well, he guessed Jesse took that to heart.

Mark allowed himself one more slow breath before sliding in front of Jesse and kicking starting the bike.

Jesse immediately wrapped his arms so tight around Mark's waist and tucked in close. He could practically feel his heart beating wildly at his back.

“Ready?” Mark yelled over the motor.

Jesse gave him a thumbs up and clamped right back onto his waist.

“We'll be okay,” Mark whispered under his breath and eased the bike forward.

Jesse stayed quiet until they got off the bumpy driveway, squeezing Mark tighter and tighter with every bounce.

Then they hit the main road and Mark kicked it into gear, and Jesse practically shrieked with laughter. He screamed and squealed as Mark sped down the road as carefully as humanly possible with his precious cargo plastered to his back.

Mark couldn't help but laugh as he took a turn and Jesse just about squeezed the life out of him, laughing hysterically through the curve.

It didn't take long for Mark to settle into the old rhythm and feel of riding. It had been so long since the accident. The rumble from the bike and the heat coming off the engine was a familiar balm to his nerves and he kicked it up a notch.

They sped happily through the back roads and soon came up to an old mom and pop shop that sold some of the best ice cream around. He didn't want to overwhelm Jesse too much on his first ride so he decided to keep it fairly short.

He slowed and eased into the parking lot, feeling Jesse's chest heaving against his back. Mark kicked down the stand and leaned the bike over slightly. He pulled his helmet off but couldn't quite turn to check on Jesse with is arms still locked around him. He patted one hand and leaned back, catching the sight of that big red helmet and two massive green eyes looking back at him.

“You okay?”

He heard a small “yeah” and felt Jesse's grip lighten up slightly. He let Jesse hold onto him while he managed to turn and unstrap the helmet, pulling it off.

The face that met him looked wild and deliriously happy, with his bright red cheeks and mussed up hair. He was breathing so heavily but grinning ear to ear.

He looked so completely free.

Mark cupped the back of Jesse's head and pressed their foreheads together, waiting for him to catch his breath and find his words again.

They sat like that for a few minutes before he heard Jesse's whisper.

“That- that was amazing. Thank you.”

Mark pulled back and gave him a wet kiss on the forehead.

“Want some ice cream?”

Jesse's eyes lit up and he finally released his vice grip on Mark

“Oh! Yes please!”

Mark laughed and eased off the bike.

“You okay waiting here? You can see me through the window but just press here if you need me,” Mark pointed to the little button that set off the horn, “and I'll come running.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Jesse slid forward, planted his feet on the ground, put two hands on the grips, his eyes wide and full of wonder.

Mark laughed and turned to the little store, calling over his shoulder, “Don't leave without me!”

He stepped inside, the little bells above the door ringing softly, and he headed straight for the ice cream. Jesse would have been happy to follow him inside but Mark just didn't want to risk running into anyone who might try to interact with Jesse. Not yet.

He ordered two cones and went right back out.

Jesse looked so ridiculous and adorable at the same time. He smiled at Mark as soon as he stepped through the doors and slid off the bike.

“There's a table over here, by a little stream,” Jesse pointed to a spot just over in the grass.

“That's perfect!”

Mark caught up to him quickly and bumped his shoulder.

“I got us a rocky road or praline pecan. Which one do you want?”

“Oh,” Jesse leaned in to look at his choices before sitting down at the table, “I don't think I've had either. You pick.”

God. Mark forgets sometimes just how much they took from Jesse. There's no chance in hell that he grew up never tasting rocky road ice cream.

“Here,” Mark held both out in front of him, “Taste, then you can have whichever one you like most okay?”

Jesse nodded and leaned up onto his elbows, taking a small bite of the rocky road.

“Ooh. Mmmm, I like that one," Jesse licked his lips looking up at Mark, "No way the other one is better than that.”

Mark laughed, “Try the other one just in case.”

Jesse eyed the rocky road as he took a taste of the praline pecan. His eyes went wide and his hand immediate reaching out to take the cone.

“God, how is it better!?”

“Wow. Okay, praline it is!”

Mark sat back to happily enjoy his ice cream, wondering how anyone could ever choose praline over rocky road.

They ate their ice cream in companionable silence, watching the little ducks swim lazily in the stream until one of them started talking. Mark doesn't even remember who broke the silence first but once they started, they couldn't seem to stop.

They talked about all the places you could go from the back of a motorcycle, all the things you could see. Mark told Jesse about all the different hiking trails they could ride to, there and back within a day. He told him about all the best spots to camp and fish and see the stars. He told him about the rivers and waterfalls in Oregon, the warm beaches of California, the sheer vastness of the Plains. The noise of New York. All the things he used to love.

It felt like hours went by before they finally fell silent again, watching the water.

"Is that just a dream?"

Mark turned to Jesse, confused by the question.

"What do you mean?"

"Can we actually, um, would you actually take me? To see all those things? The waterfalls and the ocean? Is that real, for me?"

Mark reached across the table and grabbed Jesse's hands. He might not have believed it this morning, but right now, he knew it was true.

"Yes. It's real for you. It's real for me. We can pack up and go camping this weekend if you want to. I don't know why I haven't taken you until now. I'll get Mitch to watch the dogs, or we can take the truck and bring them along. Whatever you want. I know a great place with a really pretty waterfall not too far from here. You'll love it, Jesse. It's all real. I promise."

Jesse watched him as he spoke with more intensity than Mark had ever seen before. He wanted to believe him so badly, but Mark could see the doubt, just behind his eyes.

"Hey, why the hell not, huh? Just you and me, Jesse."

Jesse nodded, quietly taking a deep breath.

"This weekend?"

Mark nodded, "If you want. Yes."

"We'll go see a waterfall this weekend."

Jesse said the words like he was telling story he didn't quite believe was true.

Mark smiled, "We'll go see a waterfall this weekend."

Jesse finally grinned back, nodding faster now, "Okay. Okay. Yes, I want to. I want to go camping and see the waterfall."

"Then we'll do it! I'll show you the map tonight and we'll go get all the supplies tomorrow. Sound good?"

Jesse nodded, that spark finally gleaming bright in his eyes again. Mark had to wonder if he was starting to feel a little spark of his own coming back to him. One he lost a long time ago.

"Alright. That's settled," he proclaimed, standing up from the table, "You ready to get back home?"

They tossed their napkins and hopped easily back on the bike. Jesse rested his chin on Mark's shoulder and held him tight.

"Can we take a long way back?"

Mark grinned back at him, "Hell yeah we can."

He started the bike and patted Jesse's helmet, giving him a thumbs up. Jesse gave him a thumbs up back and they were off.

Mark felt a knot in his chest, one he thinks he might have been holding onto for a little too long, release like the snap of a guitar string.

He put his hand over Jesse's and smiled into the wind, swearing he had never felt so free.

Taglist: @whumpsday, @hold-him-down, @maracujatangerine, @pigeonwhumps, @boxboysandotherwhump, @darkthingshappen, @octopus-reactivated, @whumpzone, @unicornscotty, @melancholy-in-the-morning, @keep-beach-city-werid, @whumpthisway, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump , @onlybadendings, @canislycaon24, @joeywhumpsitup, @thebirdsofgay, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @whumper-soot, @whumpworld, @haro-whumps, @whumpcereal, @scp-1296, @writereleaserepeat, @the-magpiesystem, @espresso-depresso-system

68 notes · View notes

ravens-words · 1 year

Text

harbor (on AO3)

Four times Carlos didn't think he was ready to have a kid, and the one time he thought he could be.

AN: thank you, @tkstrrand for reading this over. I love you, bestie 💛

🥀

"Carlos!"

"Hey, Cami."

"Carlitos, your nephew demands a visit."

Carlos grins, holds the phone between his cheek and his shoulder and washes his hands. "Perfect timing, lunch's about done, I'll bring some for you guys?"

"Or," she drew out, "we can come over to yours? We've been cooped up in the house for a while."

"Sure, come on over."

An hour later, his door bell rings, followed by three clumsy knocks. Carlos hurries over to the door, greets his sister and her kids with a big smile.

"Tio!"

He crouches down just in time to catch the little boy. "Hi, Andi," he says, squeezes his tight. Dani and Sofia join in on the hug, and hi sister watches amusedly as he carries all three kids in his arms. He huffs and puffs and makes a show of wincing as he gets up. "Have you gotten bigger since I saw you last?!"

Sofia giggles. "Nope."

Dani shoves her sister's face away from hers, Sofi shoves her back, and Carlos just barely manages to steady them before he put them down.

"Girls," Cami says firmly, and Dani huffs. Her cheeks are flushed, and she sways on the spot when he puts them down. Carlos looks at his sister, brows furrowed. "She sick?"

She shrugs helplessly, looking haggard. "She says she's fine, but I think she might be coming down with something."

Carlos hums, leans down to kiss the little girl's forehead. "She's kinda warm."

Cami's shoulders slump. "Damn it. Come here, honey, let's get you to the couch, huh?"

He hugs her before she follows her mother, and manages to distract the other two until Cami comes back.

His phone buzzes with a text from TK. He smiles when he opens it.

I'm heading home, do we need anything from the grocery store?

Maybe some snacks for the kids?

Whose kids?

Carlos smiles. Cami's.

"Cami?" He calls out.

"Yeah?"

"Do you need anything for Dani? TK's going to the store before he comes home."

"Actually, yeah- some children's Tylenol, or Ibuprofen. I grabbed the nearly empty one on my way out."

"All right, I'll let him know."

Got it. Be there in fifteen.

Okay, love you. Drive safe.

Love you.

TK comes in just as the chaos starts.

Sofi and Andi are fighting over the last of the juice, his sister is trying and failing to get her daughter to drink some water, and Carlos is helplessly running back and forth between them.

His shoulders slump in relief when he hears TK's voice.

"Hi, everyone!" TK's eyes widen at the scene he's met with. "Whoa," he says quietly, then seems to shake it off. He puts the groceries on the counter, except for the smallest bag which he takes over to the couch.

He crouches beside Cami, runs his hand through Dani's hair to feel her temperature as he hands over the medicine to his sister, who kisses his cheek gratefully.

Carlos watches his husband, the way he's so comfortable around his sick niece, his gentle smile, the comfort he exudes and thinks, he'd make an amazing father.

The thought makes him tense all over, and he immediately tries to put a stop to that train of thought. Luckily, his niece and nephew make it easy for him when their fight escalates to Andi almost throwing a remote at Sofia's head.

His sister comes to stand beside him, nudges him in the side. "I know that face," she mutters, "what's going on in that big head, huh?"

"Nothing."

She gives him a skeptical look. "I'm sorry, was I supposed to believe that?"

He rolls his eyes. "It's just-" he looks back at TK, "look at him- he's-"

Her brows furrow, and she looks between him and TK. Then her face clears. "Carlitos," she says softly. Her face softens with sympathy and he purses his lips.

"Mami told you, didn't she?"

She shrugs, but doesn't deny it.

Carlos rolls his eyes again.

She punches his arm, gently. "Don't be mad at her, you know she can't keep anything from me."

He chuckles, shakes his head. "I know." He wraps his arm around her shoulder, hugs her tight.

They both watch as TK and Dani talk quietly, watching the TV. Dani crawls closer to him, burrowing into his arms.

Cami pats his chest. "If you chose to have kids, Carlitos, I know you'll be an amazing father. But promise me you won't do it for him. That you'll only do it when you're absolutely ready."

The vice around his heart loosens a little bit.

"Thank you."

🥀🥀

They open the door and stumble in, Carlos first, then TK. They're so tired they can barely keep their eyes open.

"Oh my God," Carlos mutters as he leans against the door, "I can hear myself think."

TK grins tiredly. "Yeah."

They barely manage to change and brush their teeth before they're falling into bed, arms and legs tangled together.

"Can't believe Freddie is already two."

TK hums.

"I love the kids, but I have never been happier to come to an empty house as I am right now," he chuckles.

TK is silent for a beat, then he smiles up at Carlos- small and a little sad, though he's trying to cover it up, "yeah,” he says, then yawns, “goodnight, babe." He leans up, kisses him deeply, then settles down in his arms, and Carlos wraps his around his shoulders, holding him close.

He's struck a nerve. As accidental as it may be, he's hurt TK.

He tries to imagine it, one or two kids in running around in the loft, wrangling them home after a night like tonight while they're hopped up on sugar, and as always, the thought fills him with dread.

It's too much responsibility. There's no guarantee he'll be good at it.

He wishes he can be as sure as TK, wishes he can say with certainty that he wants the good and the bad that will come with having a child, but he's not there yet and he hates it.

"Stop it," TK mutters.

He looks down at him, is surprised his eyes are closed. "Stop what?"

"Thinking," is his quiet answer, "It's okay, I promise."

Carlos lets out a breath, smiles. "Hey, TK?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you."

TK presses a kiss to his chest. "Love you, too. Now, please, go to sleep."

🥀🥀🥀

"TK?"

His husband gets up immediately, meets him in the middle. Carlos hugs him tightly, brushes a kiss to his forehead.

TK shudders, stays hidden in his arms for a few seconds, then pulls away, visibly trying to pull himself together.

"What happened?"

"It was bad," he whispers. "He's still in surgery. The doctors say his chances are-"

"Grace? Grace, Where's my dad?"

He and TK both turn to see Wyatt enter the waiting room, a wild look in his eyes. Carlos' heart hurts for the young man, who's now crying in Grace's arms. Grace isn't doing much better, her eyes closed tightly, tears running down her cheeks. She's muttering words of comfort that probably don't do much to help.

The atmosphere in the waiting room is suffocating.

They wait, and they wait.

Tommy, Nancy and TK have a shift to work so they leave after a few hours, along with Marjan, Mateo and Paul. Owen and Carlos stay with Grace and Wyatt, though.

Carlos gets up to get them coffee, and Owen joins him wordlessly. "You okay, Carlos?"

"Yeah, just worried about Judd."

Owen nods.

He's curious, though- "Why do you ask?"

"You just seem- like you have a lot on your mind. Thought you might want to talk."

"I've just been where Grace is, and where Wyatt is- and I wish I can do something to make it easier, you know?"

"You're doing it," he tells him. "Judd will pull through."

Carlos nods.

They take the coffee up, and the four of them drink it in silence.

Grace's phone rings, she answers on the third ring. "Hey, mama- what? But I thought you were off today- well, where am I supposed to keep her?" She huffs, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes, "okay, can you drop her off at the hospital?- okay, I'll see you soon."

He goes down with her to get Charlie, and the little girl immediately latches onto him. Grace smiles gratefully and runs her hand down daughter's back. "Hi, sweetheart." He receives a big smile and can't help but grin back. "How are you feeling, miss Charlie?"

She babbles back at him, and when he goes to look at Grace, he's startled to see her crying silently. "Grace-"

She holds up a hand, wipes her tears with the other and Grace's herself. "I'm fine."

"You're not. And it's okay."

"It's not," she utters, "I can't fall apart now, not when they need me to be strong."

She puts on a big smile and takes her daughter's hand, presses a kiss to it. Charlie extends her hands with a quiet, "mama," and Grace takes her immediately, hugs her tight. She walks away, but Carlos stays rooted to the spot.

"Carlos, you coming?"

"In a minute," he manages to say, before he bolts out of the hospital doors.

Tommy finds him in the gardens a minute later, approaches him cautiously. "Hey, Carlos."

"Tommy," he's surprised to see her, "what are you doing here?"

"We're dropping a patient off, and it's close to our lunch break now, so I thought we might come visit."

He looks around behind her and she smiles as she sits beside him. "He's finishing up some paperwork."

He relaxes back into the wooden bench. "How'd you find me?"

"Saw you running out like a bat outta hell," she tells him, "scared me to death for a second there."

"Sorry."

She waves him off. "You wanna talk about whatever it is that's bothering you?"

"I-" he bites his lip, "don't answer if you don't want to, but- when Charles died, how did you- how were you able to take care of the kids while grieving? I-" he trails off, unable to find the right words to say.

Tommy's silent for a few seconds, and Carlos feels guilty for bringing it up. "Sorry-"

"No, no, don't be," she assures him, "here's the thing, I didn't always manage to put my girls first. I fell apart after my Charles died. I- I love my girls, but sometimes I had to put them first when I couldn't breathe and all I wanted was to be alone. But," she smiles, "they also helped me a lot. There is so much of him in each of them, and in a way, it's like he's still with me. Grief is messy, kids or no kids, and most of the time, it feels like you're doing it wrong, but- you get through it. With help."

She pats his leg twice, and stands up. "I'll send TK your way once he's done."

He nods.

Carlos watches her walk away.

He tries to imagine it, taking care of a kid while waiting for news on his husband, or after he- he shakes his head, can't even entertain the thought.

He thinks back to the last time TK was in the hospital, to the all consuming terror he felt the whole time, and tries to fit a kid in that picture, tries to imagine worrying about feeding them, or where they'd be staying, and- he can't. He can't imagine it. Doesn't think he'd be strong enough to think about anything other than the man he loves in a moment like that.

"Hi, baby."

He breathes in, smiles at TK, who comes to sit beside him. He lets himself be pulled into his husband's warm embrace, closes his eyes. "Any news on Judd?"

He shakes his head. "Still in surgery."

"Are you okay?"

Carlos looks at him, tired green eyes, windswept hair and flushed cheeks, and he's so overwhelmed with how much he loves this man. He leans forward, hands on both TK's cheeks, and kisses him deeply. TK doesn't let him pull away, instead pulling him into a tight hug.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispers into his neck. Warm and safe and alive.

TK kisses his temple, holds him tighter.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

"What do you mean, you're not sure you want kids?"

Carlos stiffens, shares a quick look with TK before he looks back at his father. "Exactly that."

TK takes his hand under the table, squeezes it. The conversations around the table suddenly screeches to a halt, and all eyes are on them. It makes him angry, and it makes him resent his father just a little.

"Gabriel-"

"No, Andrea, just- are you really not going to have children?"

He feels TK stiffen beside him. The anger bubbles up to the surface. "I didn't say that."

His father shakes his head. "Why?"

"What?"

"Why don't you want kids?"

He shakes his head, frustrated. "I said I'm not sure if I want to have them."

"Okay, why?"

"Because I'm terrified I'll be like you," he snaps. The words don't seem to register, not at first. His father is shocked, and hurt, but he covers it up quickly. "Dad-"

His father pushes his chair back abruptly, then stands up and leaves the room.

Carlos stays seated, frozen in shock as what he said catches up to him.

A hand squeezes his. "Babe," TK says, then waits until Carlos looks at him before he continues, "go."

He shakes his head. "What do I even say to him after that?"

Another squeeze. "Tell him the truth. Tell him whatever you need to make peace with it, with him."

He lets out a shuddering breath, nods.

TK pulls him into a chaste kiss just before he gets up, and it gives him the strength he needs to push through.

"I'm sorry."

His father drains his glass, pours himself another. Doesn't say a thing. "Dad-"

"I know I wasn't the best father to you. I know I've made plenty of mistakes, but-" he shakes his head, takes a large sip of whiskey and winces at the burn, "I never thought I'd be the reason you didn't want kids."

"Dad, you're not," he rushes to say. At his father's skeptical look, he pushes himself off the wall and walks forward until he reaches the chair opposite his father and sits in it. "Yes, we didn't really connect, or have the best relationship, until a couple of years ago, and yes- that makes me doubt my ability to be a father, but it's not the only thing, dad."

Gabriel nods. "What else?"

He hesitates.

"You obviously haven't spoken about this to anyone, so tell me, what else is there?"

"TK and I both work dangerous jobs," he lists off, "I don't think I want to give up the freedom we have right now. And- I don't know if I have what it takes to be a good father."

"Because of me," his father utters, downing the last of his glass.

"No, dad- because of me."

His father watches him, not saying a word, but then he leans forward, elbows on his knees. "I have never seen you repeat a mistake twice- and that's the kind of father you'll be. You'll make mistakes, but you'll also learn from them and make things right." His father looks down, avoids his eyes. "You'll make a good father."

He swallows. "Thank you, dad, that- it means a lot. I- I'm still not sure it's something I want, but..."

His father hums, a small smile on his lips like he knows something Carlos doesn't.

He stands up, and Carlos does the same.

"Whatever you decide, know that I support you. I know it may be a little late-"

"It's not," he cuts him off, leans forward to wrap his arms around his father's middle, "it's not too late, dad."

+🥀

"You've been quiet tonight."

Carlos tenses, takes his time hanging his jacket on the hook by the door.

"Carlos."

"What, TK?"

"Look at me," he demands, firm but quiet.

Carlos turns around, is met with a look he knows well. His eyes are blazing, his jaw set- he's not letting this go. Carlos' shoulders slump.

"What happened tonight?" TK asks as he walks closer. "You were having a good time, and then just like that, you got quiet, and you-" he stops speaking abruptly, mouth hanging open, "the kids," TK breathes out. "It was the kids."

"TK-"

"What was different about tonight? I've always played with them, I've always lo-"

“Nothing,” Carlos shakes his head, closes his eyes. "Nothing was different. Can we not talk about this tonight? Please?"

TK looks at him, long and hard. There's an unreadable look in his eyes, but he turns around before Carlos can decipher it. "Fine," he mutters, heading for their bedroom. He slides the door open, doesn't close it all the way after he enters.

Carlos hates himself, just a little.

He buys himself time by cleaning the dishes they'd left after lunch. Once that's over, he takes a deep fortifying breath and goes to bed.

His husband isn't asleep, but he's pretending to be, most likely for Carlos' sake.

"TK, can we talk?"

He wordlessly turns around, facing him. "Yeah," he says quietly.

He slides under the covers, scoring closer until there's only an inch between them. "I'm scared," he admits.

TK's face softens. "Of what?"

"Kids; the idea of wanting them."

His bows furrow. "Baby, we don't h- wait, what do you mean? Do you want kids?" There's a hopeful edge to his words that he's obviously trying to smother, but Carlos can hear it loud and clear.

"Tonight, I saw you playing with Charlie and Jonah. I saw the way they looked at you, and- for the first time ever, I thought- I want our kids to look at him like that."

TK's hand squeezes his, his smile lighting up his whole face.

"And when Charlie fell asleep in my arms, I thought, I want this. I want my kid to fall asleep in my arms, and run to me when they're scared or upset. I want them to look at you like you hung the moon and the stars. I- I want you to be a father," he says, out loud, for the first time, "and I want to be a father- and that scares me to death."

TK smiles softly, leans forward to kiss him soft and sweet. When he pulls away, Carlos burrows closer, leaning his forehead on TK's chest. "You know, there's something we can do that's not as permanent as adopting a kid, or surrogacy- and it'll be a way for the both of us to dip our toes in the water, so to speak."

He pulls away to give him a deadpan look. "I don't think getting a dog is the same as having a kid, TK, and they are permanent."

"Not talking about getting a dog."

He frowns.

"We can foster, Carlos. There are a lot of kids who need temporary homes, and we can give it to them."

Carlos' fears ease, just a little bit. He shakes his head, smiles. "You've thought about this," he says, stroking his cheek, letting his thumb rest on the hollow of TK's throat.

TK shrugs. "I had a feeling it wasn't about you not wanting kids, but more along the lines of feeling like you wouldn't be good enough, I guess, so I thought I'd give you options."

He surges forward, kisses him deeply, pressing him into the mattress and only pulling away when they absolutely needed a breath. TK doesn't let him go far, pulls him back in, until every inch of Carlos' body covers his. "Thank you," he whispers against his lips, peppering kisses all over his face.

"I love you," is TK's quiet response.

Carlos kisses him again.

"So, what do you say," TK asks with a smile, hands around Carlos' waist, "you wanna foster a kid with me?"

Carlos smiles, chooses to ignore the twinge of fear and focus on the overwhelming happiness he feels at the thought. "Yes."

"Yeah?" he asks with a beaming smile, "you sure?"

He rolls his eyes playfully. "Just take the yes, TK."

#ejwritestarlos #tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand

19 notes · View notes

setewbro · 5 months

Note

Esse negócio de às vezes ser divertido mesmo me faz lembrar de uma série da Disney (Coop´& Cami), eu só assisti um pouquinho mas tinha uma guria que disse ter uma sobrecarga sensorial, ela tem gosta de xadrez e de ecologia e quando foi organizar na escola a visita de uma ex-aluna, ela tinha agendado o horário de ir ao banheiro da visitante e tipo, eu ri, mas parte de mim também gostaria de conseguir planejar até isso.

Nunca vi, mas sgjjgdfjjgds é da vontade mesmo. Só não faço tanto listas assim por que se não seguir ela direitinho eu fico estressado.

#asks #pt br

3 notes · View notes

fangforthememories · 2 years

Text

Pinned posts: shows i like, looking to follow people who post about these shows.(shows directed to kids/teens)

-Danger force

-Henry danger.

-MBAV

-Lab Rats

-Mighty med

-LREF

-WOWP

-Zoey 101

-Liv and Maddie

-Andi mack

-Coop and cami ask the world

(Will add more eventually when i think of more)

#mighty med #mbav #lab rats #disney channel #danger force #dangerverse #henry danger #liv and maddie #lab rats elite force

18 notes · View notes

animationadventures · 2 years

Text

Why is it always the cartoons that can change the world that get treated like shit?

Why couldn’t a cartoon like Big City Greens take the season sabotage? We didn’t need a fifth or sixth season of Bunk’d, or a fifth season of Raven’s Home where half of the cast isn’t even part of it anymore. We didn’t need Coop and Cami Ask the World.

What we need is The Owl House.

#the owl house #disney critical #save the owl house #more the owl house

25 notes · View notes

disneychannelhistory · 2 years

Text

Today in Disney Channel History...

Coop & Cami Ask the World season 2, episode 21 “Would You Wrather Say Goodbye?” premiered on Disney Channel (5 June, 2020)

#coop and cami ask the world #disney channel #episode #5 june #june #2020 #june 2020

4 notes · View notes

pinkhologramnight · 1 year

Text

Are you Ready for your First Boyfriend.

Dating and friendship sections If you are serious about discovering love or making new pals, that is the section for you. I hate confrontation however love a very good debate. Anyway, "they" say that you should find a companion who loves your loved ones, treats you effectively, would make a great dad, and many others. however is that the be-all and finish-all? Besides finding an excellent webpage to satisfy beautiful girls for marriage, you may face difficulties in dating someone from a distinct nation and tradition. “Liking someone depends very much on that in-person ‘clicking,’ which is extraordinarily exhausting to foretell forward of time,” she informed me. Yes, I would like someone enjoyable to cling out with. Kayaking. Not only is it fun but also nice exercise! Sometimes I do, like if I've a really great book I want to learn. The Stones have just two children when the present premieres -- 14-year-previous Mary and 11-yr-outdated Jeff. That is the place the word "chemistry" comes into play since it has to do with two folks being (and feeling) compatible with each other.

In Western tradition, people typically look to the Mediterranean area as the beginning of human historical past, at least relating to civilization. Hinge is a dating app that’s “designed to be deleted,” which suggests it’s intended for people occupied with long-term relationships. נערות ליווי ברמת גן Shakespeare and Jane Austen, for instance, both grew to become famous writing about relationships. There have been quite a few relationships and marriages that ended on account of lies and deceit. In response to the Myers-Briggs persona take a look at first printed in 1943, there are 16 primary character types! 60s Tv. Take our quiz to test your knowledge of this traditional present! What does Reed do initially of every show? You may know Donna Reed from her function as Mary Bailey in "It's An exquisite Life," however Reed actually made simply as huge of a splash on television as she did on the massive screen. Please tell us if you discover any information about Bobby Wagner that's out of date. What's your concept of an ideal date?

It was a actually amazing expertise, and i loved that they have been my excellent journey buddy. Donna Reed deliberate to stop the present after season 4, so producers pitched a again-door pilot for neighbors David and Millie Adams in the season 4 episode, "The Wide Open Spaces." When Reed decided to proceed with her present, the brand new pilot was dropped. When Lesley Gore of "It's My Party" fame seems in town, throughout the season finale of the present, Jeff and Smitty attempt to get her to perform their track. With Phoenix Singles, you get personal service and attention while you need it. That is what you need to communicate to the man in your life (but please be gentle, and don't bring up any old baggage from the final dangerous relationship). Need a guest to your present or a quote to your article? James Darren makes a guest appearance as pop star Buzz Berry. While it’s comparatively simple to seek out out who is dating Leon Burns, retaining monitor of all his flings, hookups, and breakups is more difficult. Finding out who is dating Kamal Givens is comparatively straightforward, however holding monitor of his flings, hookups, and breakups is harder.

Maybe what it actually comes all the way down to is finding a man who has the identical values as you and desires the same things out of life, no matter they may be. He comes to town to carry out, however then comes down with the measles and must get better on the Stones' house. In a collection crossover, Dennis Mitchell exhibits up within the Stone house and gets in the way as Donna tries to decorate. Cooper Wrather, the title character in the collection Coop and Cami Ask the World, was a baby actor who landed a starring position in the collection Coop and Cami Ask the World as a baby actor. They later undertake a third child after Mary goes to varsity. Both of the little one actors on "The Donna Reed Show" were required to sing on high of performing in the collection. The present ran for 275 episodes over eight seasons, from 1958 to 1966. Reed pulled the plug on the collection with a purpose to spend more time along with her family. Each episode of the show opens with Reed answering the telephone, then passing the receiver to her husband, earlier than ushering him and the children out the door. They hold the door open for me.

1 note · View note