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chaotictarlos · 4 months

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tarlos fics by chaotictarlos

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

I know a lot of people are doing a rewatch soon so I thought I'd make a masterlist of my fics by season. These are only fics that go with episodes. If you want to read my other Tarlos fics you can check out my ao3: happygowriting

Season 1

the night we met || TK has finally said yes to being his boyfriend, to trying out the whole relationship thing ago. However, his happiness is short lived when he gets news about someone from his past.

Season 2

Mine || TK flirts with a bartender and Carlos takes him home to show him who’s boss.

Unprofessional || The morning before TK became Carlos’ “friend from work”.

Season 3

I'll be missing you || It’s been months since they’ve seen each other but the holidays have TK feeling lonely and needing Carlos. Even as he tries not to, he craves his touch and company.

back to you || 107 days since he had felt Carlos’s arms wrapped around him and it killed him every day he went without it. He missed the smell of Carlos’ cologne and how it always lingered after they hugged. He missed the feeling of Carlos kissing him awake, the way “good morning” always sounded extra special when it was coming from a sleep Carlos. He missed the way Carlos would make him feel safe and secure after a bad call. The way Carlos would look at him, soft eyes seeing right through him. But most of all he missed how he felt when he was with Carlos and how the world was made of colors again. Because without Carlos everything was gray and TK was just barely hanging on.

the one I want || TK gets Carlos to take his shirt off.

be okay || Carlos hears that there was a shooting with the 126 involved but doesn’t know TK’s okay

down to clown || TK makes it up to Carlos for bringing home a lizard.

A thousand times yes || TK and Carlos celebrate their engagement.

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces || An exploration of emotions. The Breakup Era from Carlos' POV

Season 4

where do we go from here? - TK POV Coda || TK finds out Carlos' secret and they talk about it

how did we (i) get here? - Carlos Begins || A look at Carlos, from when he was younger to present. Or, in which I meant to write a Carlos POV Coda and wrote a Carlos begins and so much more.

And in your hands, is all of me - the parts I never let you have - Carlos POV Coda || Carlos has a secret he needs to tell TK, and it's killing him to get it out. Sequel to how did we (i) get here? Carlos POV coda to 4 x 01

All Night Long || TK has some feelings about seeing Carlos in plaid.

Waiting up for you || After the 126 gang goes home, TK waits up for Carlos who never comes home.

do you still want me like i want you? || TK can't get Carlos words out of his head. He can't help but feel maybe this is all a mistake and that Carlos is regretting saying yes to him.

"It's yours" || “TK,” he says softly. The two syllables of his name falling from Carlos’ lips is enough to get TK to move his feet and push into the room. Carlos reaches out and TK immediately grabs onto his hand, clinging to it desperately. When he feels Carlos’ warm skin under his, he lets out a sigh, his body relaxing.

Let me be your shoulder || Carlos struggles to let TK help.

beneath your hands, i come apart || TK gets his dessert and shows Carlos how much he loves him.

in the quiet with you || “We had the craziest call tonight,” TK says as he sets the table for dinner, freshly clean from his shower. “What was it about?” Carlos asks where he’s finishing up at the stove, dinner almost ready. “This man came in with his wife on a refrigerator dolly, hanging upside down, claiming that if she’s not upside down then she dies.” TK chuckles slightly, still amazed at the memory, setting out the various sauces and toppings for the tacos that Carlos has made.

you're all i need || TK and Carlos finally get a night to themselves to reconnect and relax after some hectic wedding planning.

these moments with you || A soft moment between TK and Carlos

off duty || Carlos is at home when he hears about an ambulance exploding.

after gala fun || Carlos and TK have some fun after the gala

Dreamy Officer Reyes and his Nincompoop || Carlos and TK have some roleplay fun.

A future without you is no future at all || Carlos and TK talk again later that night about kids and Carlos tells TK more about the fears that he has.

Lost in You || TK comes home making wife jokes and Carlos reminds him who he belongs to.

Pudding Punishment || Carlos faces some fun consequences to stealing the pudding.

after work conversations || Carlos ices TK's face while they talk about their day.

in sickness and in health || All Carlos has ever wanted is to love TK and live a life by his side, now that's threatened by yet another thing that he can't control.

Words left unsaid || Carlos deals with his grief after his father's funeral

Vacation Eyes || TK and Carlos start their honeymoon.

The Loft || TK and Carlos decide that they're going to stay home for their honeymoon instead of going someplace else.

#chaotic fics #911 lonestar #911 ls #911 lonestar fan fictions #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk x carlos #tarlos fan fiction #season 1 #season 2 #season 3 #season 4 #911ls #911 ls fic #911 ls fan fic

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paperstorm · 8 months

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This is a series of fics that @chaotictarlos and I wrote together. For reasons this afternoon it feels necessary to put out a reminder that it isn't my series. T contributed as much as I did. More, in fact - we each wrote two stories and we wrote the final one together, but T made all the art and the banners and painstakingly photoshopped one picture so that the lingerie being worn was exactly what I'd envisioned in my head. It is unkind to erase their contributions from this piece of work that we created together and talk about it as if this series only belongs to me. T deserves respect and acknowledgement and doesn't deserve to be forgotten on something they worked really hard on.

#911 lone star #peace and love and stop being mean

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anotherwritersblog · 2 years

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Title: Mr. B

Pairings: teacher!Bucky Barnes x teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: teasing, getting handsy, almost a handjob but not quite there, suggestive/language, let's not call HR, okay? This is a teacher x teacher fic. If you think there's a student involved just because high school is mentioned, please kindly go away 🙃

Author's Note: So I was taking a class and one of the prompts had me "role-playing" a scenario where a "Mr. Barnes had to intervene a fight" and well...it turned into this. 🤷‍♀️ I could never teach high school, but I might be convinced if I had coworkers that looked like Bucky 😂 Mistakes are my own.

Long time no see. Just checking up on tumblr. See y’all next month with another piece from the drafts. Lol

Any and all reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated.

In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere

Divider by @happygowriting 💕

High school was always the bane of your existence. Everyone was so “clique-ish” and always huddled down their own hallway. The jocks were never caught without some sort of ball in their hand, throwing it back and forth across the hall. The nerds were geeking out every Monday about their new Magic the Gathering cards they bought over the weekend or playing games of their own. The band kids were found making out behind the vending machines or practicing in the band room, where everyone heard as they got off the buses in the morning. You eventually found your own group of friends, but your days were always the same.

Get up, go to school, tread through classes, eat your lunch, tread a little more, go home.

And repeat.

Many of the classes also bored you half to sleep. There were very few you actually enjoyed, and maybe a handful of teachers you were actually going to miss. But once graduation came, you tossed your cap in the air with the only thought of good riddance.

You went off to college the following fall. You experimented. Found yourself. Fell in love. Graduated once again. Got married. The experience was a lot better than you ever thought it would be. But of course, after all was said and done, you found yourself back where you thought you’d never be again.

High school.

It had been almost a decade since you graduated, but you had found a love in teaching the older grades. More specifically, Advanced Comp for seniors. You were able to combine two of your passions into one and you actually enjoyed it.

You had such a welcoming classroom and any student that knew you, past, present, or even in passing, respected the hell out of you. You were patient with your struggling writers and knew exactly how to challenge your higher-thinking students. You made the class engaging and it was always the highlight of someone’s day.

All the seniors on your roster loved your class and all the younger students wanted to be in your class. It was a rewarding feeling and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself.

The only downside of your day was that your planning period was towards the end, sixth period out of seven. You’d prefer it first thing in the morning, or as your very last period, but it is what it is.

Heading to the mailroom during this time on a Friday, you caught sight of two of your students, John and Peter, and the school’s new PE Coach, Bucky Barnes, outside of the gym. Your curiosity got the better of you and you had to see what was going on. John was a tall, blonde athletic kid. He was a little arrogant, but his writing took you by surprise when he turned it in. Peter on the other hand, was much smaller in statue, but was also one of the smartest and most kind students in your class. He was so sweet; he would never hurt a spider.

“Now explain to me, why did you trip Walker?” Bucky leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as his eyes bounced between the two troublemakers.

“What’s going on here? You tripped John?” your head snapped to Peter, but his eyes were glued to his shoes.

“Afternoon, ma’am. Just trying to figure that out is all,” Bucky’s voice called your attention to him, and you saw the slight smile on his face before it disappeared once more. He eyed the boys and asked Peter to continue with his side of the story.

“Walker was picking on MJ and wouldn’t leave her alone, basically teasing her. So, I may or may not have tripped him, and then he ran me down and started hitting me. I tried to block a few punches, but that’s when Coach Barnes saw us and pulled us apart. Walker told him that I started it,” finally looking up, and meeting your gaze, you catch sight of the nasty bruise that was forming on Peter’s cheek.

“You let this happen?” you glanced at Bucky, furious that he hadn’t done anything about it.

“Well, when you’re in the middle of making sure eighty other children aren’t throwing dodgeballs at heads or below the belt, it takes a minute before we can get to the bottom of a situation.”

“I am very disappointed in you both,” you glared at the teenagers. This time, they’re both looking at the ground. That was the last way they wanted you to feel about them. “John, you will take Peter to the nurse and tell her exactly what happened. On Monday, you both will be serving detention before and after school and will receive an extra writing assignment for homework. You are seniors for god’s sake, almost adults. You better start acting like one. Do you understand me?”

The boys mumbled a yes ma’am and started walking. You heard some soft chatter about what sounded like the new episode of Squid Games, so you turned your body back towards the other adult in the conversation. He was looking at you with what might have been concern, not for you, but the two boys you just sent off.

“Why don’t you come into my office for a minute? Coach Wilson can handle the class for a couple of minutes without me.”

You followed him into his office and sunk into the chair across from his desk. You heard the door lock behind you, and the shutter of the blinds to close. Footsteps were made to the mini fridge behind his desk, and you eye the bottles of water.

“Would you like one, doll?” he pulled two out and started to hand one off to you. You accept the offer and take a couple of sips, enough to cool down a bit. He stood in front of you, sitting against his desk, looking over you. “I think you might have gone overboard with the punishment.”

“I did not go overboard! You should have yelled at them! You need to document it!”

Bucky stuck his hands out towards you, beckoning for you to come to him. You placed the bottle on the floor and stood up, placing your hands in his. He pulled you into a warm embrace as you laced your fingers behind his back. Your head laid on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

“Mrs. B. Did you forget to grab your lunch again? Or was last night’s rendezvous too much and you just didn’t get enough sleep?” Bucky questioned softly, running his hands through your hair.

“I may or may not have forgotten my lunch again, Mr. B...” you mumbled into his chest, this time averting your gaze from his.

“Baby. Why didn’t you come get something from my office? You know I have snacks laying around. I don’t care if you come in while I’m out on the court with the kids.”

“I lost track of time, putting in grades so I wouldn’t have to this weekend, and then there were the emails about the upcoming festival and after school activities they needed volunteers for and-”

Cut off by a pair of soft lips on yours, you felt your eyes close and just enjoy the moment. The way Bucky’s hands had found their way to cup your cheeks, and yet pull your body further into his, made a lot of the frustrations you didn’t know you had, melt away.

“Man. Who knew that working with your husband had its perks,” you giggled, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes. Your hands slipped up into his sweatshirt, feeling every dip and ridge of his abdomen.

“You’re playing a dangerous game there, Mrs. B. I don’t want to have to contact HR for this behavior,” he chuckled, running his hands down your sides and back up to the buttons on your blouse.

“My behavior? I don’t know what behavior you could be talking about, Mr. B. I’ve been a good girl today,” your fingers feather down to the front of his sweatpants, where you notice the bulge beginning to grow. You soon found yourself palming him, eliciting low moans and groans from his lips into the small office. “In fact, I think I deserve my own reward for being so good this week. Got anything in the treasure box I might enjoy?” Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, fingers grabbing the other side of his briefs and brushing against the upper part of his cock.

You felt him twitch beneath your fingers as you began to pull down his bottoms. Unfortunately for him, the bell had rung. A few of his usual curse words fell from his lips before you tugged him closer for one last kiss.

“I guess those dodgeballs on the court aren’t the only blue ones around here now. I’ll see you when you get home, Mr. B,” you slipped from his grasp and smoothed the front of your blouse down. You grabbed your water bottle, a bag of chips from his stash, and made your way out the door.

Bucky couldn’t be more thankful that this was his planning period, so he didn’t have to deal with students for the rest of the day. The only planning he could focus on though was what he was going to do to you when you got home tonight.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot #teacher!bucky #teacher!bucky barnes #anotherwritersblog writing

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carlos-in-glasses · 10 months

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Fic Rec Friday

Thank you for the tag @thisbuildinghasfeelings and @ladytessa74 ❤️

This week's theme is: rec a fanwork (fic, gifset, fanart, podfic - bonus points if you do multiple mediums) that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside (the 'feel good' fanwork). Tag @welcometololaland or #fic rec friday to be included in the round up.

There's so many in the warm fuzzy category - this is so hard. You're all such fluff machines.

Fics:

Just A Little Longer by @bonheur-cafe.

TK and Carlos cuddle on the couch on a rainy spring day. Just the image alone is enough to turn me into a sea sponge with eyes. It's so sweet.

these moments with you by @chaotictarlos /happygowriting on Ao3

A 4x09 coda in which TK and Carlos are supremely soft - just want to get into bed and cuddle. It's lovely.

Four Suits by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

Honestly - I could have picked anything Jamie has ever written for the warm fuzzies - but Four Suits leapt into my head. TK and Carlos go suit shopping for the wedding together and it all gets a bit much for our sweet potato Carlos.

Gifs:

"1.03 -> 3.08" by @3416 . Not only is it a beautiful parallel, it makes me laugh every time I see it.

"Can I say yes now?" also by @3416 . Absolutrly beautiful grainy black and white gifs of the proposal face-squish. I love it SO much.

"Text me" by @aarondingle . Mr. Afterglow himself looking like a character drawn by Disney because he's madly in love with his soulmate TK Strand.

This duo set by @whattarush of TK sleeping on Carlos' arm because I'm only human and I've been staring at this for about half an hour fuzzier than I've ever been.

Art:

The 'Wanna race?" artwork @heartstringsduet made for When Soulmates Swim - which is my fic!!! 😭 It's beautiful and perfect, your honour!

Since The First Night I Took You Home by @a-kinkajou . It's outrageously beautiful and features a very special piece of jewellery.

ALL the 911LS cross stiches by @thisbuildinghasfeelings - but special shout out to "Sure, ma'am, but just so you know, I am a homosexual." I ove that this is a thing that exists! And I just think it's a genius idea to cross stich Lone Star!

Tagging @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @catanisspicy @taralaurel @largepeachicedtea @goodways @liminalmemories21 @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @never-blooms @danieljradcliffe @noxsoulmate @firstprince-history-huh @bonheur-cafe @rosedavid @freneticfloetry @theghostofashton @chicgeekgirl89 @iboatedhere @chaotictarlos @wandering-night19

#Fic Rec friday #Tagged #This is just scratching the surface #Honestly why is everyone so talented smdh

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lemonlyman-dotcom · 9 months

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goodways | @goodways

The Ride Along

Amongst a multitude of reasons

Don't do me like that - All's fair

Ten thirty-two in progress

The last will and testament

happygowriting | @chaotictarlos

You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces

I’ve always dreamed of me and you, now here we are

With love, your soulmate

Jingle those Balls

season 4 codas

hoodieweather | @Catanisspicy

and now you're mine

you can hear it in the silence

now i'm covered in you

doing better than i ever was

cuttin me open, healin me fine

iboatedhere | @iboatedhere

Begged And Borrowed Time

Yours To Keep, Yours To Lose

Gettin' Down To The Wire

Wings Are Frayed

Me And You Back At Mama's

lemon__Lyman | @lemonlyman-dotcom

Call Me If You Get Lost

Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies

Make Me Laugh 'till I Die, I Stand Beside You With Pride

The Way We Get By — (Not yet published. Will share link when it’s posted)

getting past the wounds of love

liminalmemories | @liminalmemories21

The Knave of Hearts . . . he said he'd steal no more

A home isn't always the house we live in

through sames of am through haves of gave

a phoenix first must burn

Your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get a chance to swing (Gabriel)

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 94

Welcome to Week 94

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & Header by @happygowriting

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Gone, baby - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

Coming in Hot - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @nexusnyx

Don’t Touch what’s Mine - (Bucky x Reader) - @myfictionaldreams

A Taste of Summer - (Ari x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

Three of a Kind - (Johnny x Reader, Steve x Reader, Ransom x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

All that’s best of dark and bright - Part 9 - Part 10 - (Bucky x Reader) - @ursulaismymiddlename

Heaven (won’t) Help You - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @musingsinmoonlight

Pick me up - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Little Plaything - (Steve x Tony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Did it Ever Really Matter - (Ari x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Stockholm Syndrome - (9) - (Stucky x Reader) - @amythedvdhoarder

Peace & Love - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Delicate Edges - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

A Tale of Two T-Shirts - (Steve x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

I love you, You Idiot! - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Hide and Seek - (Bucky x Reader) - @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

Lloyd Drabble - @nsfwsebbie

Sex Tape (7) - (Steve x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Dad Bucky Headcannon - @angrythingstarlight

Steve’s first sad day - (Steve x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Wish you were here - (Steve x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Pigeon Shenanigans - (Marc x Reader x Steven, Jake x Reader) - @bamposworld

Show me who’s the Sheriff of this Town - (Lee x Reader) - @summerofsnowflakes

Got your chemicals all in my veins - (Bucky x Reader) - @bonky-n-steeb

Waiting Waiting Waiting - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

An Axe to Grind - (Curtis x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #weekly reading list #missy reads #steve rogers x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #ari levinson x reader #johnny storm x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #tony stark x reader #curtis everett x female reader #steven grant x reader x marc spector #lee bodecker x reader

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Most wonderful Ace!

Ive recently binged my way through 9-1-1 Lone Star (in no small part encouraged by the whumpy goodness I’ve seen on tumblr) and I have become OBSESSED with Tarlos. Every time TK calls Carlos “baby” I swoon a little bit.

Now I’m not usually one for fan fiction. My trifecta of ADD, auditory fixation, and hypophantasia means that reading takes tremendous focus and I can’t visualize the scene most of the time anyway….but I NEED some content where TK is playing caretaker to Carlos in some way.

Maybe Carlos cuts his hand cooking - “Babe I think you’re gonna need stitches”

Maybe Carlos slips on some stairs and sprains his ankle - “Ok babe, I’m gonna have to take your boot off. You ready?”

Maybe Carlos dislocates his shoulder somehow and TK has to pop it back - “I’m sorry baby, this is gonna hurt”

Do you know of any content like that? Or could you point me in the direction of someone who could write it? Thanks so much!!! And thank you for your wonderful blog that I may or may not be constantly stalking!

Hi there! Ya know what I do have a few recs for you! Also those situations you're looking for are so good and i love them.

Ice Cream Makes Everything Better by FrizzleNox Summary: TK treats Carlos after a minor injury

what if we tried to learn each other better by Introvertedfangirl Summary: breaking news: ur local friendly neighborhood queer girl posts a 1.5k fic at almost 11 pm at night but is denying all claims to ehr mental instability 😗 ANYWAY Excerpt: “Baby if you want to sit here with me until the sun rises that’s fine. You wanna scream? That’s ok too. You want to cry (which I think you need to) that’s ok too. But I’m here. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere." It’s that last part that broke Carlos and his head fell forward as he finally cried, and it’s such a relief—like a heavy thing is being lifted off of his whole being. “Ok, ok, ok. I'm here love,” TK said gently as he guided Carlos’s head to settle against his shoulder. Tightening his arms around his boyfriend, he held him until he was too exhausted to do anything else but fall asleep in TK’s arms.

From surviving to thriving by Road1985 Summary: Carlos was returning home after being discharged from the hospital. The kidnapping had turned out to be the biggest scare of everyone's life. The ice accident suddenly seemed silly to TK, because nothing was comparable to doing CPR on your fiancé and feeling his life slipping through his fingers. Carlos wasn't well and this time, he wasn't hiding it well, because he couldn't.

Let me be your shoulder by happygowriting Summary: Carlos struggles to let TK help.

hold me in my toughest moments by Alis__fa Summary: Carlos has a panic attack after being kidnapped. TK is there to help him and support him through it.

breathe life back into me by boneswrites Summary: Chasing a suspect on foot wasn’t new to Carlos, neither was exchanging fire with said suspect. But nothing is as it seems in the aftermath of the fire fight. Hurt Carlos Reyes: ABC’s | G is for Gunshot

and all the ways i'd keep you safe by hoodieweather Summary: New Message from TK Strand: On my way home. You have ten minutes to get back in bed and tell me you’ve been there the entire time. Carlos, who was in the kitchen, groaned after looking at the message from his new phone, one that hadn’t been destroyed with a meat tenderizer by a serial killer. He was fine. Just a concussion, some bruised ribs, and some aftereffects of morphine overdose. He didn’t need to be on bedrest. Okay, so maybe it was a severe concussion with a small brain contusion. And maybe he was still being monitored for any aftereffects from a morphine overdose and subsequent cardiac arrest. Bad Things Happen Bingo: Confined to Bed Rest

#mod replies #ask #mod's fic recs #fanfics #fic recs #carlos reyes #911 lone star #i haven't read a lot of carlos whump fics #hope these are okay!#i enjoyed them

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Hi! Thank you so much for sending this. I am gonna switch it up a bit, because instead of five fics, I'm gonna share a series and then four other masterlists that I feel everyone should go check out.

My own series I'm sharing is Life Is Short So Make It Sweet. It features Curtis Everett and a plus-sized reader he affectionately calls Honey. It's a soft domestic series for a character that IMO deserves some good.

Then you should check out @angrythingstarlight's expansive masterlist that has so many incredible AU's for characters like Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, etc. If Mafia or Bikers is your theme, this is the one for you.

Also her birthday is coming up and she is doing a special writing celebration!

Absolutely gotta go see @sagechanoafterdark's masterlist. She has so many interesting series, but one of my all time favorites is a Bucky Barnes and Special Enhanced Reader called Lazarus. It's got it all in this series! Her other writings include a variety of Chris Evans characters and different themes.

For more AU series I would check out @navybrat817. She writes for a variety of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, sometimes intermingling them all together into fascinating scenarios. Nick Fowler and Bucky Barnes in the same verse? Yeah, she made it happen.

And @what-is-your-plan-today's masterlist is a treasure trove. Her series are long, well plotted and full of surprises. She writes for a variety of Chris Evans characters and will write OC's as well as Reader inserts. A few of her series are also co-written with other incredible writers, so each one is a little different in style.

#amber answers #gotta give our creators support in these trying times

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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HI MY SWEET KALE! Thank you so much❤️🥰❤️ I hope you’re doing well and you’ve been enjoying your weekend! Thank you for brightening mine up! All the love and tons of hugs coming your way! Have a great week💕💕🥰🥰💕💕

#happygowriting manip #❤️❤️❤️❤️

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG

You can call me T. She / They. bisexual. 27, please do not follow/interact if younger than 18 | Header and icon by me | I track #userchaotict | Ask box is open! Come talk to me!

I post all of my writing on AO3 under the name happygowriting

I post weekly prompts on @tarlosweeklyprompts

My Art Redbubble

flames of desire, only burn hotter - ongoing one shot smut series

Carlos POV Break Up Fic | TK POV Breakup Fic | Sequel

Season 4 Coda's Masterlist

A Study Of Carlos Reyes

True Colors Masterlist

#blog stuff #about me #about my blog #tarlos #911 lone star #mostly 911 lone star with other fandoms in the mix

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firstprince-history-huh · 2 years

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back to you - happygowriting - 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

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glitter-oracle · 3 years

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home-made meal

summary: after a whole month working under her, bucky meets properly for the first time his feared boss.

pairing: bucky barnes x venezuelan!brown!reader (3rd person)

prompts: cultural blending + cultural food

warnings: curse words.

notes: this is all set on caracas, all dialogues written in english are actually in spanish for the sake of y'all. this is my AU where Bucky is finally free of HYDRA after the fight on the helicarrier and instead of going to romania he goes to venezuela.

this is also my submission for @uncafeavecbarnes and @happygowriting's bipoc!reader challenge :)

After all the fiasco of his previous job and a nice reference from his neighbor, it was a miracle that Bucky landed a job with a pay infinitely better than his last one. Assistant to the Political Analysis Department's chief at some political studies center in Caracas.

It's kind of funny for Bucky to get hired for a job like that since he wasn't exactly a politics fan. He still wouldn't understand the whole discourse of "right wing or left wing?" back in the States, Venezuela's politics were completely out of the question.

But a job is a job, and for money the monkey dances. So far, the money has been great, the job pretty adaptable for him and the environment overall nice. His boss is a busy lady that hardly speaks or throws him a glance for any reason other than his assistant duties and Bucky prefers it that way at first as he settles in the office.

Today and at this moment is lunch time. The center has a large and nice cafeteria where some co-workers already sit and chat animatedly about whatever topic crosses their minds. Bucky decides to sit by the window alone. Partially for the nice view of the streets and partially because it's still kind of awkward when his co-workers try to strike up a conversation with him and he just answers with "yes" or "no". Apparently, those aren't appropriate answers when trying to make some friends, for whatever reason.

Bucky hums in delight as he puts his home-made meal on the table. He is finally catching up on spicing his food as his neighbor suggested, so he put his best effort on the nice chicken sandwich he's about to dive in. He takes the first bite and smiles sheepishly to himself. He ain't no chef but surely he is proud of his creation after years of eating whatever shit HYDRA decided to feed off the soldier.

On his peripheral vision a movement takes his attention, and he takes another bite as he curiously glances at the fancy looking white suit.

Quickly enough he diverts his gaze, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It's his boss, the epitome of girlboss herself and probably the finest dame Bucky has ever seen. If a place like that center of political studies was an aim for the most pretentious and intimidating people in Caracas, that woman was the perfect representation.

Don't get him wrong, she hasn't actually been bad or cocky to him in his whole working month, but her persona exudes such a neat power that it is nearly impossible to not feel nervous around the tan-skinned beauty. She's always dressed to the nines in her finest clothes and jewelry, making the bare minimum interaction with almost everybody in the office. It doesn't ease him up to know she is the chief of the Political Analysis Department, a summa cum laude political scientist with a sharp tongue and endless love for her profession, not to mention Bucky's ultimate fatest crush. To see her in the cafeteria is plain odd given that she normally takes lunch in her own office, but Bucky guesses the blocks of papers in her desk may have something to do with her choice of eating here.

The woman looks entirely out of place as she walks among the tables and some people throw amused glances, her dark hair in a clean bun, her white suit paired with some nude-colored heels and some big ass shades that for a moment Bucky thinks look kind of comical. Her heels clink against the floor until she stays still for a moment, assessing her surroundings till she finally decides to sit in front of Bucky at another table, facing the window like him and farer away from the people.

Bucky subtly stares as she puts her own meal on the table. It is weird to think such a specimen of lady is still human and not some kind of goddess.

Seeing her like that, so reclusive and eating alone makes him think of all the interactions non-work related he has seen of her with anybody at the center. There aren't almost none, Bucky realizes. She's always one of the firsts ones to arrive at the office and the last to part, her raspy and cinnamon-coated voice rarely resounding for anyone other than the Head of the Center, and himself. Co-workers live to throw from time to time some snarky comments about her attitude, but Bucky suspects those comments are biased.

For example, she once had an altercation with Gabriela from the Investigation's Department. The young secretary mistakenly switched up some important papers that needed to be delivered and his boss had to pick up her broken plates. The entire office remained completely silent as the dark-haired woman reprimanded Gabriela for her mistake. She wasn't rude at all, neither did she yell, and Bucky was pretty sure Gabriela deserved the tell-tale. Still, the snickering about her "bitchiness" couldn't not be stopped. So, yeah, Barnes could totally get why the woman wasn't so fond of public appearances among his co-workers.

"Is something wrong with my food, Bucky?" he heard her voice and his greyish-blue eyes snapped up to hers, now realizing she had taken off her sunglasses and raises an eyebrow. Bucky blushes, realizing he had his stare absentmindedly on her lunch. A nice-looking arepa.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I spaced out", the ex-assassin replies with some meekness laced in his deep voice. He clutches his sandwich in his gloved hands and takes another bite. Bucky can feel his stomach doing a flip just from this interaction, but he isn't really in the mood to not try to humour his gorgeous boss in her free time. Fuck his shyness. "That is an arepa, isn't it?", he plays dumb as he tries to ignore his beating chest. He's been in Caracas for some months now to know what an arepa looks like, but the staff knows he's a foreigner, so he can win some chats over those things.

What is he doing? He doesn't know, but hell if he isn't gonna give years of learning languages a practice. Bucky suddenly doesn't feel so shy, and he guesses the woman can see that as she takes a moment to ponder.

"It is", she takes a look at her lunch before turning again to him, "It has some caraotas, a bit of cheese, some avocado. Have you tried it yet?"

"Not really. I've tried some tequeños and empanadas, but mostly because I buy them. Arepas are more the home-made type, no?"

To his delight, she throws him a pleased grin and her eyes seem to sparkle. Probably the first one she has aimed at him. Bucky is sure his face is red as a tomato, so he tries to cover himself with the remnants of his sandwich. There isn't much left, so he does an attempt to strategically put his gloved hand in front of his face, blocking her vision for a moment.

"They are. But that's because they are the easiest to make of them all. You can fill them with whatever you want", she explains, and then takes a bite. Her own hand covers for a moment her mouth as she eats, but quickly she returns to their chat once she swallows, "Have you tried caraotas?" Bucky shakes his head, and her boss widens her eyes comically. "You really don't know what life is about", she jokes, and it's then when she settles her arepa on her plate before turning to Bucky, asking him if she can join him at his table.

So that's how he ended up lost in those deep rich brown eyes, her animatedly explaining to him how the god-sent arepas are made. Her favorites are obviously the ones with caraotas, but she explains she also likes to sometimes put some fish and a thing called chicharrón. Bucky nods completely absorbed by her explanation. Is this really the same woman that has his co-workers shitting in fear?

"There's one thing that is absolutely imperative you have to know", she deadpans suddenly, and the brunette stays still as if he was being conceded some secret of state. Her eyes bore into his with all the seriousness she could muster, "The Colombians say the arepas are theirs. That is utter bullshit"

"Utter bullshit. Noted" Bucky nods compliantly, and she breaks her whole facade with a soft laugh, taking some attention of some people still mingling in the cafeteria. He has to fight to not let out a loud sigh, and slowly another sheepish smile takes his lips.

"I'm telling you this because Ferrara is colombian, so it's a matter of time before he goes asking you about them", she chuckles as she speaks about the Center's President.

Bucky doesn't have the heart to tell her that she's probably the highest rank person he would ever talk to.

It doesn't matter at all when she's talking so freely and asking him about his experience in Caracas so far, even venturing far as explaining him another venezuelan dish called hallaca; at least that is what they were talking about until they both finish their meals and she takes a look at her phone, realizing it's already past lunch time. Almost twenty minutes late, and the rest of the co-workers long gone on their duties, only the both of them still in the cafeteria.

Her eyes widen and then she mutters how late it is. She avoids his gaze for a moment, and Bucky has the impression she is slightly flustered. He can't help but follow the way her tongue darts a bit on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry, I got caught up rambling. I hope you didn't mind the whole food course", the tanned goddess musters and Bucky has to bite his tongue at her shy tone.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

"Not at all. If anything, now you gave me more reasons to venture in the kitchen. It really is an upgrade to go from boiling everything I eat to eat some nice hallacas", he tucks his tupper on his lunch box. She gives him a confused look and Bucky awkwardly smiles before dropping it. He sure is dumb as fuck.

"Well Bucky, it's been a pleasure to have this time with you, but now I'm going back to my office to get the papers done", she does the same, and then puts her big shades on top of her head. The blue-eyed thinks that's it, but then she takes a deep breath. "Would you like to do this again tomorrow?"

He raises his eyebrows, but he has no hesitation answering. "Of course, miss"

She corrects him giving her name. "Please, around lunch time or free time just call me that. Believe it or not, you are not the only one that has a hard time making friends"

Maybe her statement can be confused by some rude comment, but it doesn't feel made with malice at all. If anything, it feels like she's relieved to find some common ground with her assistant.

"Yeah, i'm glad you noticed. I thought our conversations about hazard analysis were pretty deep, though"

She laughs, loudly, and he feels he's going to melt. God bless political scientists jokes.

It's then when it clicks to Bucky. She is just as shy and awkward as him, and her looks and rank and knowledge doesn't exactly make her seem very approachable. Hell, even Bucky was scared to be on her boss' line of vision whenever she curtly gave him a task. It was all a matter of actually having the interest to look beyond.

It's hard now to think there's a whole staff just talking shit about this sweet being.

Bucky returns happily to work after their time together. The fancy-looking lady gives him more tasks, but he can't miss the way her subtle smile makes a way on her face as she speaks to him. He feels his heart beating wildly.

Sun sets and finally getting off work, Bucky decides to make a stop at the nearest market to his house to buy some arepa's flour. Needless to say, he doesn't fill them with caraotas or avocado, but he still thinks of her as he prepares them in his hands, ready to bring her one tomorrow.

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky barnes x venezuelan!reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #readersofcolourchallenge #uncafeavecbarnes #happygowriting

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eurynome827 · 3 years

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He Came From The Stars

For @happygowriting and the 666 Followers Sinday Challenge - my love you deserve a million more followers and I can't wait to be there every step of the way.

The challenge was a 666 word story about a Demon!Character of your choice. Thank you to darling @nix-akimbo for the edit 😘

Warnings: Demon!Chris Beck, breeding kink that takes, vague smut, slight choking, assorted filth. My blogs are 18+ spaces always.

It was not an odd occurrence to be under the stars with your boyfriend.

He was, after all, a renowned astronaut. A scientist, a doctor - his eyes burned with intelligence and his fingers brushed over your skin with the precision of a man with no hurry in the world or indeed, the universe.

So to be with him, in a secluded field far from any prying eyes and gazing up at the sky, was not out of the ordinary.

The strange red glow in the sky around a particular cluster of stars was out of the ordinary, and you turned from the telescope with a question.

"Chris? What is that?"

He stepped closer, and looked through the lens before turning to you. His eyes looked darker than usual in the dim light and for a moment you were taken aback by the strangeness of it all.

But...it must be your imagination.

His fingers touched your cheek, soft and trembling, and you held your breath as they drifted down to wrap around your neck loosely. "Do you trust me?"

"Always." You answered without thought, sure in your love for him.

"I need you now."

You blinked. "Here? Now? Chris, what are you -"

Your words caught in your throat as his fingers tightened their grip slightly. "Now. Yes?"

Swallowing hard, and more than a little aroused by his show of dominance, you nodded. "Yes, now."

He led you back to the blanket spread on the soft grass and you moved with him, laying on your back under the stars and breathing hard as he undressed you slowly. You watched him until he was the same, both of you bared to the night sky, shivering a little in the chill of the breeze.

"My darling," he brushed his knuckles across your cheekbone, "do you know how long I waited for you?"

You weren't sure what to say, staring up at him as he slotted himself between your legs, his other hand gripping your thigh and holding you open for him. "How..." You breathed out, overcome. "How long?"

"Centuries."

His eyes stared into yours, darker than you'd ever seen. Almost....black...with desire, or something else.

He thrust inside you, one perfect movement and you gasped. "A beautiful garden, the perfect place to plant my seed."

You moaned, half-listening, your hips rising to meet his. "Seed?"

He chuckled, his movements speeding, his hands stroking your skin in all the places that brought you pleasure. "I'm going to breed you, my darling girl. The one I've been looking for. I came from the stars to find you."

"Chris..." You choked out his name, your body responding to him beautifully as you always did, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he buried himself inside you. "I need you."

"I need you, precious. Need you to be my good girl, can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you answered immediately, fervently. "Yes, yours."

"Mine," he affirmed, eyes watching you closely as you reached your peak, and he followed soon after filling you up as you begged for more.

He pulled out of you and lowered to stare and gently touch you, his hands curving your hips towards the sky and he took you again, filling you over and over until you weren't sure if you'd be able to walk.

Chris smiled down at you, and kissed you softly. "Good girl, I knew you were the one."

"I love you." Your voice was quiet, used from how you had moaned for him.

"I love you, too, my mate. I will return for you."

You blinked, processing the words. "What do you mean - return?"

Chris smiled down at you with those black eyes and a red glow began to consume him. You felt him withdraw from your body and you closed your eyes, and when you opened them, he was gone.

Nine months later, a tiny set of black eyes stared at you, and then looked up toward the sky.

#demon!chris beck #happygowriting #happy sinday #divider by imerdwarf

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eurynome827-fic-roulette · 3 years

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Breathe Me In

For @happygowriting 500 Followers Celebration - my dear friend, you deserve this number times infinity. Thank you for everything you have done for me.

Prompt: "Pleasing you is my only purpose." I chose Steve Rogers, particularly Nomad Steve.

Warnings: nudity and implied smut, it's me and I'm vague - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

A life lived on the run offered little chance to take your time, with anything. Taking a breath was a luxury and staying one, or hopefully two, steps ahead was a necessity.

When those moments did come to breathe easily and to decompress, you were grateful. A night to yourselves away from the prying eyes of your teammates, and the ability to just be - it was a gift, precious and stolen, and Steve Rogers never took it for granted.

Taking advantage of the brief time alone while Steve went over plans with Sam and Nat, you stripped yourself out of your uniform and lowered your tired body into a hot bath. You couldn't remember the last time you could do this without keep going, eyes up, staying sharp and always moving.

The bathwater was still hot when your eyes opened at the sound of the door closing, so you knew you hadn't drifted off for long. For a moment your brain jumped on guard, eyes scanning around for a weapon, before you heard his voice calling your name and then, "Where are you, baby?"

"Steve," you whispered his name in relief before answering him. "In the bathroom."

Your breath caught in your throat when he walked in - forever awestruck by the sight of him. You smiled up at him as he moved closer to the tub.

"Pretty as a picture, sweet girl." His voice was much softer than his wild look, and you craved that contrast. "Is there room for me?"

"Always."

Your eyes stayed locked on his form as he undressed, the tiredness present in the way he was moving slow but you knew he wouldn't let that stop him tonight. You scooted forward so he could slip behind you in the tub and leaned back against his broad chest, his arms encircling you. The steam rising from the water soothed you both, gentle sighs and deep breaths the only sound in the room besides the occasional drip of water.

Breaking the silence, you whispered his name. He hummed in response, the rumble of the sound in his chest pressed to your back a comfort. "Can I wash your hair for you?"

"Of course, baby girl." Both of you maneuvered so you could accomplish your task, your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp and through his long strands of hair and your body drinking in his sounds of pleasure. After rinsing out all the soap you leaned forward to kiss him, your lips brushing his delicately.

"Thank you, baby, but that's the last thing you do for me tonight. Pleasing you is my only purpose.”

A rush of desire filled you at his words, the look in his eyes burning into yours. "But I want to please you," you protest feebly.

"That's why you're my sweet girl," Steve pulls you close again, his hand on the back of your neck, his words breathed out against your lips, "and I want to spoil you tonight. Let me, please, while I have the chance."

How could you deny him this when these moments were so far apart? You could only put yourself entirely in his hands, let him move your bodies together and breathe him in with a "yes, sir."

#steve rogers #hgw500 #happygowriting #steve rogers x reader #nomad!steve

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