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meditating-honey-badger · 3 months

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Chapter: 14/15 | Chapter Word Count: 3,128 | Total Word Count: 20,354 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: Rehab, Relapse, Referenced Suicide Attempt, Detox, Betrayal, things do get better, reunion sex

A year after TK & Carlos's wedding, TK's world fell apart when his father was killed during a fire call. TK relapsed, spiraling down into darker depths with his addiction than he'd ever been before. After trying and failing to convince TK he needed help, Carlos went to extreme measures to get TK into rehab.

This story begins on TK's first day in detox, and is initially told through letters that he writes to Carlos on his journey to get back home.

Inspired by the song "A Long Way to Get" by Bob Schneider

Long Way to Get

July 18, 2024

Please note that the rating has been updated from mature to explicit, and I have added some new tags. If you have any questions about the updated rating before reading, please send me a message.

TK paced in the front lobby, his packed bag sitting on the floor. He'd woken up way too early that morning, eager to get packed and be on his way. The problem was, he didn't have much to pack, so he'd had to sit in his room and be anxious before breakfast and his last session with Lindsey. She'd helped him feel a little calmer, but he still had a lot of pent-up nervous energy as he waited for Carlos.

His flight had already landed, but with the Los Angeles traffic, there was no telling when he would get there. TK fiddled with the ring on his left ring finger and tried to envision his life once he left rehab. They were going to New York because TK needed that intermission before jumping back into life on Austin, but he also worried that the lack of any structure would be bad for him. After the first day, he would have to decide on a schedule, something to keep him grounded throughout the day outside of the controlled environment of rehab.

He and Carlos had done a lot of work over Carlos’s visit, but TK was still worried that resentment would bubble up in Carlos once they got home and back to their old routines. He wondered if he’d made the right choice in having Carlos come with him to New York. Maybe it would have been better for TK to have that adjustment time by himself and then go back to Austin to join Carlos in their normal environment. Or maybe they both needed this reprieve together.

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#tarlos fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #long way to get #addiction #recovery #therapy #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #mhb fic #songs about love

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cuubism · 1 year

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THE SHADOWHUNTERS FANDOM MISSES U COME BACK AND WROTE MORE FICS PLS

😭 that is sweet to hear, i did not intend to just yeet into another fandom alas i was dragged

i do have shadowhunters wip i intend to finish, both the ones that are partially posted and a few others i have lingering in the drafts. definitely leviathan, irl, and subject i love you at least (that last one is almost done idk why i never finished it before XD)

one day. soon. i hope

#rip mhbs i do have a lingering intention to finish it but i kinda made too many plot threads and got stuck on how to resolve XD #and lost motivation too...#eventually i'll try to wrap it up at least #ask #anonymous #my fics

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goldenzingy46butwriteblr · 24 days

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feeling radical

*note: i literally just updated this

(mhb & ffslg excluded for rewrite purposes)

see my incomplete works here

#fuck if i know what to tag this as #trixie's writing

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theelliottsmiths · 3 years

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Fic premise, it still includes taking care, maybe a bit AU-ish: the rest of the band finding the birdman and taking care of him. Alternatively, the Nightmare from MHB finding the birdman and doing it’s best to take care of him (and unintentionally giving him a few nightmares along the way). Sad and warm at the same time.

Oh you're so right and I love this idea! Especially the nightmare accidentally giving birdboy nightmares and maybe the birdman like, being used to it but still freaking out thinking he's not really in a better place and it's actually a trap... Oh, my heart. They sleep together for the comfort but they have to work something out for the nighttime, maybe help him process or get him fuckin...lucid dreaming?

The nightmare knows what it's doing only from seeing how the kids were brought up and it knows they were treated badly and it was treated badly and so it's a little lost and makes mistakes but it wants to help so, so bad.

#i actually started writing the reverse at one point and dropped it #my baby sister is surprise here and shes sleeping i have not been in bed this early aince forever hello #me rambling #fic things

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hanramm156 · 4 years

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Rammstein Family Game: Get to know me! (Warning: a long ramble)

I’m honored to be tagged by @cherrisplace and @momoredcrow. ^^ It’s been a pleasure to read other people’s Rammstein memories and opinions, so here comes mine as well. Writing is one of those rare things that keep me sane during this crazy season, so I apologize this being super long. More rambling is probably coming when everything’s cancelled and I have nothing else to do.

Rules: There are no rules. Tag whoever you want. Don’t tag yourself. Tag yourself. You don’t have to answer all the questions. Do what you please. Have fun.

Created by: @vapor-stein

1. I’m curious: when did you discover Rammstein?

2004 properly, but I might have heard Du hast or other popular songs even earlier.

2. Tell me your story. How did you discover them?

As said, it was 2004 and I was watching some random Finnish music show. Back in the days, I watched a lot of music videos from the tv and recorded my favorite ones to VHS. One evening Rammstein’s Amerika came from the show and I was like “??? What on earth is this??? Sounds interesting…”. I wasn’t into metal music back then (I mostly listened to indiepop and alternative rock), but for whatever reason, I got hooked instantly to this German band’s dark, eerie sound. It was refreshing to hear something else than English and the video was also thrilling.

Rammstein had intruded my mind already, but the final straw was when I saw the Mein Teil video. I liked both the song and the video A LOT - so much that I even felt kinda “dirty” for liking something this dark. A 14-year-old me was constantly asking from myself that: “am I even allowed to like this kind of stuff this much?”. The backstory for the song was creepy, but so mesmerizing – like I had been introduced to the darkest corners of human mind: yes, this kind of stuff happens, and we shouldn’t close our eyes from it. So next, the only thing I could do was to buy Reise, reise album, listen to it on loop and sketch my German notebook full of Rammstein lyrics. Here’s a proof:

I have so many stories about my relationship to Rammstein that I might have to write them all down now when there’s a lot of time.

3. Favourite song?

This topic would be worth a novel itself, but here are some of my favorites:

Asche zu Asche – So badass, gives me such an energy every time – plus, not to forget the burning microphones and SILVER REESH!

Bück dich – Yes, it’s a horrible story once again in this song, but I can’t help but to admit that the song is freaking catchy and in a weird way, hot. Also, there’s a funny backstory when I was in 9th grade and we almost performed this song in our official graduation party with my boyfriend and a bunch of our friends (maybe good that the idea was abandoned in the end…). We had a vague clue what the song was about, but we just thought it was funny – also, our German teacher dressed always in leather and loved Rammstein (she played us Bestrafe mich during one class and I’ll always remember the awkward atmosphere) so we were thinking to dedicate the song to her for as our goodbye. XDD Seriously, why I have been so weird for all my life…

Sehnsucht – In most of the pop songs, longing is described by tender words and soft lyrics, but not in Rammstein’s case. I’ve had this weird feeling of “longing” all my life that I can’t describe properly. It’s kind of an inner emptiness, only arts and music can help to deal with it when it hits. I think Sehnsucht describes so realistically what is longing about in reality: it’s this angry pressure in your heart which you want to get out of your chest but can’t. In the end, you just want to scream your lungs out.

Mein Herz brennt – Powerful song that always gives me goosebumps. I can’t even explain why. Maybe the fact that “tough” men being emotional is my soft spot and Rammstein hits that spot hard.

Links 2-3-4 – I have always been kind of a rebel and I feel like when everyone else is going to the “right” I have to go to the left, to the unknown. My heart is longing for adventure, for the paths the others are not going. I dunno, but this is such a powerful song for me. When I hear it, I always just want to jump around. In Tampere concert I went totally nuts when Links started as the second song, lol. From that moment I felt like I was back home with my boys.

Mein Teil – No need for further explanations anymore.

Los – The harmonica solo!!! The dropped c tuning and the acoustic sounds!! I love it.

Amour – My favorite R+ ballad. I confess that I listen to this and think about the lyrics when I’m in the mood for writing something painfully romantic.

Weit weg – There’s this painful longing once again that always resonates to me. I listened this to a lot after the “after blues” of Ratina concert.

Tattoo – A song that I didn’t care about so much at first, but for whatever reason, it’s almost my favorite from the new album nowadays. It’s catchy as hell and I like the “rattling” guitar riffs.

4. Least favourite song? Come on. I know you have one.

Feuer frei – Too much Vin Diesel vibes. I also get a picture of drunken, middle-aged Finnish guys on a R+ gig who don’t care about to band, but just want to have a party of their life and get drunk, far away from their wives. (No offense to anyone, but as music is almost like a religion to me, I can’t help but to have a bit of disrespect for kind of people who just “consume” music.)

Pussy – Both musically and lyrically, so bad, but I get the point the guys tried to give with this nonsense.

5. Favourite album? & 6. Least favourite album? aka. I ramble about all the albums.

Tough one… as the rules were vague, I decided to have a short opinion about each of the albums.

Herzeleid – Summary: a bunch of guys, born and raised in DDR, are tired of everything so they get together and play aggressive songs - you can almost smell the testosterone miles away while you are listening to this album. I have to admit that I love this album even though it’s not musically super creative. It’s just raw men with raw feelings – and I have to say, it works for me.

Sehnsucht – I was creeped out of the album art as a teenager, lol. But yeah, musically improved from the former one and there are some classic songs that make Rammstein as they are nowadays. I listen to this often when I’m driving.

Mutter – The album that they had the most struggles with if I have understood correctly. The pain can be heard through the songs and it’s so honest and raw. I lost my friend in 2004 tragically and this album was one of the things that kept me sane back then. Especially the beginning of the album (MHB, Links, Sonne) hits me hard in the guts.

Reise, reise – The album that started all this hype in me, so it has a special place in my heart. I also liked how they tried something different to their usual sounds in this one, like orchestral and acoustic songs.

Rosenrot – To be honest, this album has always left me a bit “cold”, so I cannot even make a real opinion of it. There are some good moments though, like Mann gegen Mann that really speaks to me.

Untitled: This has been on the loop since last August and I was honestly surprised how good the album was. I hadn’t listened to Rammstein for a while, but when I got this album to my hands after the concert, holy shit it hit me. I like hearing the path the guys have gone: their new music is much more mature than the first angry albums. Also, I love Till’s poetry in this one, like Was ich liebe and Weit weg.

I think I answered the question #7 already, so I’ll skip to #8.

8. Unpopular opinion about a member? A scandal? Anything?

Even though I appreciate Till as an artist and a poet, I don’t find his appearance attractive. You can throw rotten tomatoes at me now, but this is just my opinion, no means to offend anyone. Maybe the reason is that my taste for men tends to go for androgynous side, so I am not drawn towards very masculine men.

I’m not interested in Lindemann project and I don’t like their music so much, but the tour looked entertaining though. I bet all the people who attended had a lot of fun.

How Richard pronounces English is extremely sexy to my ear, even though it clearly sounds like a German guy trying to sound American - still, it’s like honey to my ears. Stupid man who makes my knees weak with everything he does.

I hate to admit that I don’t like Ohne dich so much. I don’t know why. :(

9. Have you ever seen them live? Tell me what you felt.

Three times this far! Oh man, I could talk about for hours how the concerts have made me feel, but I try to be reasonable now.

Ruisrock, Turku, 2005 – My first time seeing them live – and going to a festival without any adult supervision, so it was a special experience overall – and they blew my mind. It was raining and thundering and we were completely soaked with my friends, but it was worth it!

Bonus for everyone who managed to read this far: teenage me waiting for Rammstein to start playing, looking so badass with my denim jacket and R+ logo drawn with eyeliner. :D

Hartwall Arena, Helsinki, 2012: We went to the show together with my boyfriend to celebrate Valentine’s day and holy shiiiiit it was awesome. Hands down one of the best evenings of my life. I was so hooked to Rammstein afterward that when we were at my bf’s family’s cottage, his brother had to tell me to stop blasting Herzeleid all the time in the kitchen. :’D

Ratina Stadium, Tampere, 2019: Aka. byebye my life, say hello to fics, listening to the band all over again, stupid memes and all the content this fandom creates. I fell in love again with Rammstein during this concert.

I have tickets for Düsseldorf and Tallinn, but now I can only wait and stress that will Corona ruin everything. In that case, I’ll weep alone and write fics about the tour 2020 that ended up never happening.

10. Do you play any instruments? If you do can you play any song by them?

Yeah, I play guitar and piano but nowadays I mostly sing. Rammstein songs are super easy to play with guitar and I recently learnt to play Tattoo and Sex. Have been practicing Engle on piano as well. Some songs I like to sing are Deutschland, Tattoo and Engel. The “speaking” parts are difficult though. ^^;

I’m not sure who I could tag to this who hasn’t done it already, but I’ll try my luck: @ah-its-too-much @soronya @einemelodie @xiaolianhuax @so-darya-darya @maximaembra @kvidasjuklingur

#rammstein #tag game #get to know me #hanhan's rambles #I spent ridiculous amount of time doing this #whatever

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naraism · 5 years

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I completely forgot about this aaaaaaaa but @babypaulchen asked me to do this so here are the songs I associate with the members~

♡

Till: as he is the singer it's kinda difficult to not choose all of them lmao but Morgenstern is so strong and beautiful and and just kinda reminds me of him

Flake: MHB piano version or Weisses Fleisch for his funky little dance solo

Richard: Rein Raus. Not only because of the fantastic screaming from the live versions but mainly because of this fic huehuehue. (Also Ache zu Ache, preferably live version)

Paul: I think the first one that comes to my mind is Sonne. That man is a literal sunshine and everytime he smiles I get a year of my life back.

Schneider: It's either Waidmanns Heil as I go fucking nuts everytime I hear the footwork or Bück Dich from Paris, Frau is a legendary woman and that song now belongs to her

Oliver: Seemann, I wasn't really a fan of this song but when I had the chance of seeing Ollie play it live I was enchanted, him being surrounded by the fog was beautiful

#this was more difficult than i originally thought lmao #thank u ♡#tagged

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imagines-hoarder · 6 years

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Ever since reading your oneshot My Husband´s Brother I wanted to read that part where John confesses his love to the reader... and now I could! Loved it!!! You are a great writer and I cannot wait to read more ^^

Yaay!! I’m so glad to hear that! Having MHB becoming multiple parts was never really in the game plan, but for the best fics is it ever?

#comments #Anonymous

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kazliin · 7 years

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I absolutely loved umfb&mhb, you write really well! I read it way to fast tho so now I'm without a long good victuuri fic - can you maybe rec me any that you have read? :)

As I’ve said in this post here I actually have read very little Viktuuri fic both because I haven’t had any time to and because I don’t like reading fic while writing to avoid my work being inspired by anything other than canon. Reading YOI fic is going to be how I spend my summer to relax instead! So sorry but I don’t actually have any recs :(

#until my feet bleed and my heart aches #replies #lexasqueen

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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Seven-ish Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags @chaotictarlos and @bonheur-cafe.

TK and Carlos are about to get messy in the next chapter of Somebody to Love.

Carlos put his hand on the back of the man’s neck and kissed him harder, even though the only pleasure he derived from it was the bittersweet taste of revenge.

“Carlos? What the hell?”

Carlos pulled back and turned his head. TK was standing behind him looking angrier than he’d ever seen him. He tugged on Carlos’s arm, trying to lead him away, but Carlos pulled back, escaping from TK’s grip. “Leave me alone, TK,” he said, his voice thick with hurt and anger.

The man he’d been dancing with stepped between him and TK and pushed him. TK reeled back, landing on his ass. Carlos turned and pushed the other man back. “Don’t touch him!” he growled.

The dancing man put his hands up in a show of surrender. “Whatever dude, I don’t want to get involved in whatever this is.” He backed away and disappeared into the crowd.

Carlos turned to TK, still furious. “What the hell, TK?”

Tagging @detective-giggles, @tailoredshirt, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses, and @sanjuwrites (sorry if some of you have already been tagged and/or posted!)

#seven sentence sunday #tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #somebody to love #mhb fic

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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Thanks for the tags, @lightningboltreader, @bonheur-cafe, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses

(A little more than) Seven Sentence(s) Sunday

Here's a little something from the next chapter of Somebody to Love.

Carlos grabbed TK’s hand. “Just stay.” ...

TK got off the bed and started looking for his clothes. “I can’t, Carlos. I have to work in the morning, and I don’t have anything here.”

Carlos sighed and sat up in the bed. “Then leave some thing here, TK. I told you I’ll clear out a drawer for you, make some space on the bathroom counter.”

TK pulled his pants and boxers on. “Carlos….”

“No, TK. This is ridiculous. We’ve been together for months, and you still bolt out my door after sex..."

“Look, do we have to do this now? It’s late and we both have shifts in the morning.”

“And when do you think we should do this, TK? When would be a good time for you?”

“Please, Carlos…”

“No! We’re talking about this now."

#seven sentence sunday #tarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #mhb fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #somebody to love

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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Written for @tarlosweeklyprompts

Can two people who stopped believing in love find it together?

Somebody to Love

When Carlos woke up, there was a moment when he forgot all about the previous night. In those few seconds of amnesic bliss, it was just a normal morning after a normal night. Dinner for one, catch up on an episode or two of This is Us, a little reading in bed, lights out by 10.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the used condom that hadn’t made it into the wastebasket, the wrecked sheets he hadn’t bothered to change, and one lone sock that wasn’t his sitting on the floor. He hadn’t even bothered to get the phone number from this one — Trevor? Or maybe it was Travis? He knew the guy was a dud before he even brought him home. At least he had the courtesy to sneak out in the middle of the night, so they could avoid the awkward morning after conversation.

Then why did I bring him home?

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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Chapter: 1/1 | Word Count: 9255 | Rating: Teen and Up | Warnings/Tags: Summer Camp AU, Ridiculous Flirting, Light Angst, References to Addiction, Implied/Referenced Drug Use

This is fic is part of the @tarlosweeklyprompts March Word of the Day Prompts. SInce it is my last fic in that series, I have managed to fit in every word from March 11 through March 31.

Under the Midnight Moon

It had been raining for three days at the ironically named Camp Sunny Day, and TK was miserable. The campers had arrived on a gray, drizzly Sunday and spent their first three days of camp sitting around in the rec hall or their cabins playing endless board games and getting up to trouble. Who could blame them? TK was so bored he was itching to raise hell himself. This was not what he signed up for when he’d taken the job of camp counselor.

In fact, one reason TK’s mother had pushed him to apply for the camp counselor job was to keep him out of trouble. The other reason was so that he could keep an eye on his little brother Jonah, who Gwyn had reluctantly agreed to let go. His mother had no reason to worry. First, because they were all trapped in close quarters with no privacy. Second, because of TK’s stick-in-the-mud, by the book co-counselor, Carlos.

Any time TK even hinted about finding creative ways to have fun, Carlos gave him a withering look and shook his head. “Did you even read the counselor manual, TK?” he’d ask.

The answer to that was no, of course, but Carlos didn’t need to point it out.

He should have known the entire summer would be a bust when his now ex-boyfriend, who was supposed to be his co-counselor, broke up with him and jetted off to Europe with his new boyfriend. Although new boyfriend was a stretch — apparently Alex had been cheating on TK since winter break. Instead of spending the summer looking at Alex in an adorable counselor uniform, or better yet, his bathing suit, TK was stuck in a rainy, miserable hell with eight 7-year-old boys and the most boring man on the planet.

At least Carlos was nice to look at, but even that seemed like a cruel joke.

TK tried to get to know his co-counselor but every time he tried to make small talk, Carlos gave him one-word answers. He’d been stuck in a cabin with the man for three days and all he knew was that Carlos was from Texas and he had just finished his sophomore year at NYU, where he was a double major in Latin American Studies and Public Policy. TK couldn’t help but wonder if Carlos’s reticence had anything to do with the pride t-shirt TK had worn the first day or the rainbow bracelet he wore all the time. Carlos was from Texas, after all.

After breaking up another fight over alleged cheating in Monopoly Jr, TK looked at Carlos and said, “I can’t take it anymore. We have to find a new game or something. I’m going to head over to the rec hall and see what else they have collecting dust on the shelves.”

“We should all go over to the rec center, if you’re going. I’m not supposed to be in charge of more than four kids at one time.”

TK rolled his eyes. “Listen man, I need just a few minutes alone, ok? I feel like I’m coming out of my skin. If you want to take a break after I get back, I’m totally cool with that.”

“All right,” Carlos said reluctantly, “you can go, but please hurry.”

"Can you chill? It won't take very long and hopefully I'll come back with something new to keep these kids occupied."

Carlos pressed his lips together and said nothing as TK walked out of the cabin.

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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While Carlos recovers from a car accident, TK learns about the strength, endurance, and transcendence of a love that is too deep to fathom, ultimately healing his own heart. Explicit Rating.

Act I: Reverence

Act II: Patience

Act III: Deliverance

“Five…Four…Three…. Two…One! Happy New Year!”

All around them, their friends shouted and blew into noise makers, hugging and kissing each other, but as far as TK and Carlos knew, it was just the two of them. TK threw his arms around Carlos’s neck and kissed him, tasting the sweet, sparkling cider on his lips. Carlos leaned into it, dropping one of his crutches so he could loop his arm behind TK’s back and pull him closer.

It had been a hell of a year. They’d started it apart, both of them thinking they’d lost their chance at happiness. Then TK had his accident in the ice storm and almost died, which ultimately brought them back together. TK experienced the worst tragedy of his life — his mother’s death, followed closely by losing two years of sobriety at the hands of his father’s psychotic stalker. Just when TK thought he and Carlos could relax and enjoy their engagement, Carlos almost died.

He thought getting over his mother’s death had been hard, but it was nothing compared to those torturous weeks wondering if Carlos would wake up. Little had he known that Carlos waking up was only the beginning of their struggles. Those first months of Carlos’s recovery could have broken them, probably would have broken them if they already hadn’t been through so much together. They held each other together, though, mostly because they were both too stubborn to give up.

TK didn’t know what life would throw at them in the upcoming year, but he knew they could handle it.

He pulled his lips away just enough to say, “I love you, baby. I hope this will be a good year, but whatever happens, I know we'll be together.

Carlos dropped the other crutch and put his hand on the back of TK’s head, pulling him in for another kiss. He pressed their lips together hard, their teeth knocking together and taking TK’s breath away. He lost his balance and tipped sideways, pulling Carlos with him. Luckily, Mega Couch was nearby, and they both landed safely on its overstuffed cushions.

They laughed and kept kissing until Paul called out, “Should we go, or are you two gonna be able to control yourselves for a while longer?”

Carlos pushed his torso off the couch so TK could slip out from under him. “Sorry guys, got a little carried away.”

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#911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #mhb fic #agape a composition in three acts

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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Chapter: 1/1 | Word Count: 2187 | Complete: 2187 | Rating: Mature | Warnings/Tags: fluff, Sad and Happy, Implied/Referenced Sex, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

This is fic is part of the @tarlosweeklyprompts March Word of the Day Prompts for March 10: Forever.

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Forever

I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.

TK closed the worn book and ran his fingers over the cover, tracing the familiar picture on the front. It had arrived that afternoon in a small box with Enzo’s return address.

Found this while going through some of your mom’s stuff. I already have a copy for Jonah, and this looks so old, it must be the one she read to you. Thought you might want this copy for your own kids someday.

-E

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#tarlos fic #tarlos #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #twpmarchdailyword #mhb fic #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes #forever #fluff

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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Chapter: 1/1 | Word Count: 2118 | Complete: 2118 | Rating: General Audience | Warnings/Tags: fluff, TK is sick, but nothing a little matzoh soup can’t solve

This is fic is part of the @tarlosweeklyprompts March Word of the Day Prompts and combines the first three words for March: Warmth, Touch, and Pain.

It also fills one of my @tarlosmonthlyprompts BINGO squares: It Would Be Better if You Stayed Away From Me

“Are you cold?” Carlos asked as TK pulled a blanket up to his chin. They’d had plans to go out that night, but TK wasn’t feeling like himself, so they cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie instead.

Ever since TK almost died from hypothermia, Carlos had developed a visceral urge to keep TK warm. If TK expressed even the slightest discomfort from being cold, Carlos wanted to wrap himself around his husband and be his personal heater, so TK would never be cold again.

“Yeah,” TK said with his teeth chattering. “It’s cold in here.”

Carlos adjusted himself on the couch and pulled TK between his legs, with TK’s back against Carlos’s chest. He put his arms around TK and pressed a kiss to his temple and was surprised to feel heat rising off TK’s head. He put the back of his hand to TK’s forehead and felt the same warmth emanating from his skin. “TK, I think you have a fever.”

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meditating-honey-badger · 1 year

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While Carlos recovers from a car accident, TK learns about the strength, endurance, and transcendence of a love that is too deep to fathom, ultimately healing his own heart. Explicit Rating.

Act II: Patience

“I don’t understand. It’s just a broken leg. Why am I going to be out of work for at least six months?”

TK sighed and brushed Carlos’s puff of curls back from his face. It was the third time he’d had this conversation with Carlos, who, it was becoming abundantly clear, was struggling with his short-term memory. “It’s a complex fracture, baby. You’re still going to need another surgery before you get out of here. These things take time to heal.”

“But our wedding is in six months. How are we going to get married when I can’t even stand up?”

“There’s a big difference between standing up for your wedding and going back to work as a patrol officer, Carlos. Besides, let’s just be thankful that you’re still here and that you will go back to work, eventually.”

The last two days had been a blessing and a curse. After another week of going in and out of a heavy, deep sleep, Carlos could finally stay awake longer and seemed a lot clearer. He’d eaten some actual food and held coherent conversations with TK and his family. But he was also uncomfortable, irritable, and cranky. And his inability to retain some information didn’t help the matter.

“We’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?” Carlos asked quietly.

TK’s heart sank. He hadn’t meant to sound exasperated or impatient with Carlos, but it must have come through in his tone. “Yeah baby, we did. But it’s okay. The doctor said it probably won’t last long. Your brain is still healing.”

“I’m basically an invalid.”

“It won’t last forever,” TK said, curling into Carlos’s side and resting his head on Carlos’s shoulder. “We’ll get you better in no time.”

“Six months is not ‘no time,’ TK.”

TK didn’t know what to say. He knew Carlos was processing a lot of information for someone who’d spent the better part of four weeks either comatose or nearly so, but it was hard to digest when he was just grateful that Carlos was on the road to recovery. At a loss for words, he sat up, took Carlos’s face in his hands, and kissed him. At first Carlos stiffened in surprise, but then relaxed into it.

When TK pulled his lips away, he leaned his forehead against Carlos’s and closed his eyes. “Baby, I love you so much. There is no way the next six months will go by any slower than the last few weeks have. We can endure anything as long as we have each other.”

“I’m sorry, TK. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful…”

“Shhhh, no baby. Don’t apologize. Everything’s okay. I love you.”