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reyesstrand · 4 years

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not sure if I’m allowed to send another but, what about 85 for tarlos?

sorry for the wait for this, but this idea got in my head and it kind of got out of control — a good ending to this series, i guess!! i hope you enjoy!

prompt taken from this list. also available on ao3!!

Three weeks to the day after the solar flare, Carlos receives a cryptic text from his mom: come for lunch today?

He mulls it over; he loves his mother, and it’s no secret to anybody that knows him that he’s a total mama’s boy, but there’s got to be a reason behind her impromptu meal, and an evil part of his mind tells him it has to be bad news. She doesn’t mention anything about his sisters joining them, and Carlos doesn’t know if that should stress him out more or less. If it’s something bad, he’d assume that he and his sisters would find out at the same time — but that only leaves him more confused.

She’s a strong woman, and is a complete health-nut — ever since his abuela started having mobility issues, his mother’s been a champion for organic eating and natural sleep aids and doing yoga every morning. Carlos can’t put bad news from the doctor completely off the table, but he starts to drift towards the other countless possibilities — and so he can’t say no to her. Even if it’s his only day off that lines up with TK’s schedule, he spares a glance at his softly snoring boyfriend before figuring the man’s close enough with his own father that he’ll have to understand a shift in plans. And so Carlos finds himself more alert than he’d been when he’d rubbed sleep from his eyes and initially checked his phone five minutes ago, thumbs hovering over the screen before he sends her a simple of course, mami, and sets about getting ready for the day after pressing a quick kiss to TK’s hairline.

He’s showered and had his coffee and is trying to quietly get dressed when Carlos hears TK groan and grumble, clearly fighting between catching a little more sleep and getting out of bed. Carlos watches with a small smile as TK slowly sits up when he realizes he’s alone in bed, before their gazes catch, and his heart soars as TK’s eyes visibly light up at seeing him.

“Everything okay?” TK asks, voice still deep and groggy, and Carlos nods as he starts on buttoning up his shirt.

“We might have to change our plans today,” Carlos says apologetically. “I really—fuck, I really wanted to spend he day with you, but my mom wants me to come over and she usually doesn’t spring stuff like that on me unless there’s something wrong, and—”

“Hey,” TK cuts him off, and Carlos raises his brows at him. “It’s okay, seriously. Marjan’s been bugging me to take Buttercup to get some pampering, anyway.”

“You’re the best,” Carlos says, and TK grins at him.

“Damn straight.”

TK tilts his head up, clearly looking for a kiss. Carlos huffs out a laugh and comes in close, so their mouths are nearly touching, before he whispers, “You have no shame, do you.”

“Nope,” TK grins, eyes crinkling in the corners, popping the p before he closes the space between them and gets the kiss he wanted. “I’ll see you later, though?”

His eyes shine with hopefulness, and Carlos nods earnestly. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.”

There’s another brief kiss, before Carlos sighs as he presses their foreheads together.

“I hate just leaving on you,” Carlos admits, even though the thoughts surrounding what his mom’s intentions are with lunch are swirling around his mind.

“I’ll be fine,” TK says, ducking forward to press another kiss to the corner of Carlos’ mouth. “Say hi to your mom for me.”

It’s only half a joke — TK’s been talking, metaphorically, about meeting Carlos’ family for a week or so. He mentions it whenever Carlos talks about childhood memories or a story from one of his sisters, noting that Carlos has known his dad technically even before he knew TK. But it never evolves from a few jokes, and even though Carlos wants nothing more than to continue to make their relationship solidified through introducing each other properly to the people that mean the most to them, he doesn’t know how to seriously approach that subject.

Instead of trying now, Carlos leaves with a promised, “I’ll see you later,” before he grabs his keys and phone and makes his way out of his home.

The half-hour drive goes by mostly in a blur, because he’s too caught up in what might unfold at the lunch. They usually try to have big family dinners bi-weekly, due to everyone’s work schedules and his sister’s kids’ schedules, but he can’t remember the last time a meal like this was just dropped on him the day-of. He does have the right state of mind to stop and grab his mom a bouquet of lilies, her favourite, before he pulls up to the humble farmhouse he’d lived in his whole childhood.

“Is everything okay?”

The words are out of his mouth within seconds of stepping into the house, half-startling his mother as she pours out two glasses of sweet tea.

“Can’t I ask my favourite son to have lunch with me when I know it’s his day off?”

Carlos flushes a bit, handing the flowers to his mom as she pulls him in for a hug. “I’m your only son.”

“Still my favourite,” she grins, smacking a kiss on his cheek before she gestures toward the back deck. He follows her, taking a deep breath as he goes.

* * *

“I know something is up, baby.”

He'd been expecting something regarding her own well-being or health, or his abuela's, so when the conversation turns to him he's sort of confused. And Carlos has grown up hearing from people that he has his mother’s eyes, and as he looks into them now, he thinks he sees the similarities as she looks at him with a particular warmth laced with concern he’s been accustomed to since he was born.

“You know, I saw an interesting photo of you the other day,” she says it off-handedly, but Carlos still manages to choke on his drink. She doesn’t hesitate, going on to describe the picture he knows intimately because he posted it to his Instagram only forty-eight hours ago: him and TK, smiling as they stand close, too close to just be friendly to any onlooker, taken by Paul in the late hours of the night as they strolled around downtown after their shifts. He hadn’t even considered his family seeing the photo, and he silently rues the day his sisters made their mother various social media accounts so she could keep up with their lives. Her voice turns soft, as she squeezes his arm and asks, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Uh, I have to pee.”

He says it quickly enough that he can run off to inside the house, where the remnants of their lunch sits scattered over the counter. Carlos beelines for the bathroom and leans against the sink as he pulls out his phone.

how do you feel about my mom knowing about you?

seriously.

Carlos sends the messages to TK and taps his phone against the heel of his palm as he waits for a response. He thinks back to his mother’s implications — that she knows about them, is okay with them — and figures that he could always lie. It’ll look suspicious as hell, of course, after he just fucked off like that, but he’s never really brought any boyfriends around before. Mainly because he’s never been in a serious enough relationship to warrant that. But he thinks — he knows that there’s something real between him and TK, and he wouldn’t hate his mom and eventually his sisters knowing about him and meeting him and welcoming him into the fold of their family dynamic. But he needs to make sure this is still something TK’s okay with, that it’s going at his pace.

TK texts him back quickly, like always. i was serious about wanting to meet her someday. maybe even soon. so if you want to talk about me i support you.

you’re sure? Carlos texts back, as he feels his nerves starting to both tamper off and confusingly grow at the same time as he walks toward the backyard again, preparing to let his mother into this part of his life.

100%. tell her only the good things, i wanna impress her, TK replies, along with a string of heart emojis. Carlos huffs a little, quickly typing out, she’ll love you no matter what, before pocketing his phone and sliding back into his seat across from his mother.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, meeting her eyes, and as he opens his mouth to continue, she quickly interjects.

“Don’t lie to me, Carlos,” she warns, though there’s warmth behind her words, a desperate plea to tell him that she wants to be included in this part of his life, no matter how new it might be. "You know you can talk to me."

So Carlos takes another deep breath, not really looking at his mother as he whispers: “I met someone, mami.”

He stares down at the ground; after a few seconds, he shifts his gaze to stare at the blooming gardens that live in clusters around the yard, various vegetables and flowers alike growing with vengeance as the summer welcomes them back into the world. When she makes a noise and he finally meets her gaze again, she’s looking at him with nothing but fondness.

“Oh, baby,” his mom is smiling, now, and she brings his face close to press a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s only been official for a few weeks but, um, I really like him,” Carlos admits, as his mother lovingly squeezes his hand. With a laugh, he adds: “I like him a lot. And I’d love for you to meet him.”

His mother leans forward and curls her arms around him, like she did when he was a kid and he felt too small to conquer the world, and he immediately feels calm wash over him. “I would love to, mijo.”

(Carlos has a flash of a memory, then, coming out when he was fifteen years old and terrified but desperate for his truth to be known. He first told his older sister Camila, and then his mother a couple of days later, and he remembers so vividly how they hugged his then-tiny frame, all knobbly bones and a height he was getting used to, both of them supportive and loving and adamant that nothing would change how much they love him. He towers over both of them now, but he feels protected in his mother’s arms, like he always has).

As they pull out of the hug, his mother elbows him good-naturedly. “Alright, tell me about this boy then.”

His mama’s grinning at him teasingly as she says it, and Carlos sits back and huffs out a laugh of his own, rubbing the back of his neck.

“His name’s TK. He’s a firefighter,” Carlos says, barely holding back a bigger smile when his mother makes an approving face at that tidbit of information. “He’s—he’s funny and beautiful and has the warmest heart.”

“I’m so happy for you,” his mother says, eyes bright with love, as if just listening to him talk about TK has made her realize how truly happy he is. And maybe it's allowed himself to look at inside retrospectively and figure out that yeah, he is happier than he's ever been. “I’m sure I’ll love him. You’ll have to bring him around.”

“I will,” Carlos promises, feeling like he’s floating on air. “Oh, and he’s from New York City.”

He says it pointedly, knowing his mother’s always wanted to travel to the Big Apple.

“Well,” his mother says, “I guess we’ll have to show your city boy how we do family dinners, then.”

She brings him in for another hug as she smiles, before she goes off to refill their glasses. Carlos sits back, considering the idea of TK being a part of his family, for good — and he finds that he wants nothing else in the world.

#tarlos #911 lone star #my fic #one shot collection #robronisendgame

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swiftlythebest · 5 years

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28 for the cute meet please!

28. They ask you to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them.

This one sort of had a mind of its own. I used to LOVE Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, so I definitely took some inspiration from that. It’s a bit longer so I put some of it under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

Nico Kim was having a great night. He was at a nice new bar with some new friends in a city where he had just moved to start a new job. So it seemed almost impossible that Lucas could even be here. How could he be in Seattle, of all places? But then memories came rushing back: Lucas talking about a grandmother who lived in the Pacific Northwest and summers spent at her place. Suddenly, he felt like the one who didn’t belong. This was Lucas’s old stomping ground. He had real roots here, while Nico was some new transplant.

Lucas and Nico burned hot and fast. It was really great until it wasn’t. Lucas complained that Nico was too busy all the time; Nico complained that Lucas should respect his medical resident schedule. It ended in a spectacular blaze when Nico walked in on Lucas cheating on him with not one, but two men, both mutual friends. It was alarming and heartbreaking, causing Nico to storm out vowing to never let Lucas back into his life.

But here he was, eyes boring into Nico from across this random Seattle bar. Nico felt like he couldn’t breathe. Lucas rose, ready to make his way over to Nico, which prompted Nico to head to the bar, hoping to shake him off.

“Hey, you okay?” The voice came from his left. He turned and immediately stopped breathing, this time for an entirely different reason. This concerned man was the most beautiful sight Nico had ever seen. Short, with fluffy curls, bright eyes behind thick glasses, and the most adorable face he had ever seen.

“Pretend to be my boyfriend.” It came out before he could even truly think about it.

The man sputtered, “What?”

“Just… My name’s Nico. That guy making his way over here is my awful ex-boyfriend, and the only way to deter him is to look like I’m on a date. Please.” It was a solid plan. Maybe it wouldn’t work, but it was better than nothing.

“Oh. Okay. I’m Levi. By the way.” They shared bright smiles, before being interrupted by the voice Nico was dreading.

“Well, if it isn’t my handsome Nico.” Lucas slid into the spot next to Nico, looking him up and down with no hint of subtlety.

“I’m not yours, Lucas,” Nico practically spat. Levi, playing his character, laid a hand on Nico’s shoulder. It immediately spread warmth through him, calming him from the inside out. He placed a hand on top of Levi’s, anchoring him there. He took a deep breath, “I’m his.”

Levi gave an awkward wave from behind Nico, causing a grimace to bloom on Lucas’s face. “Him? Really? Wow, your standards dropped, didn’t they, pretty boy?”

Nico felt a surge of protectiveness as he gestured towards Levi, “Are you blind? Look at him!”

Lucas scoffed, “Yeah, and look at you. Nico, dear, you’re a straight up 10. You can do better than this… 7.”

“Oh, like you?” Nico and Lucas both whipped their heads towards Levi. “Let me guess. You’re some investment banker or consultant. Something that pays you a lot to be charming and kind of skeezy. You’ve been told you’re gorgeous your whole life, and your relationship with Nico was the first instance of someone not putting up with your bullshit because of your pretty face. Nail on the head?” Nico had never wanted to kiss someone so much in his whole life.

The smugness in Lucas’s smile faded, but he held his ground. “Oh, where’d you find this one, Nico? ComicCon? A D&D convention?”

“Cool insult. Yeah, I’m an obvious nerd, haven’t heard that one before,” Levi mumbled this response, eliciting a small laugh from Nico.

“I just moved here to start my fellowship at Grey + Sloan -”

“And I’m an intern there. We met at a mixer in preparation for his first day.” Nico could not believe his luck.

“Oh, so this is new. Untested. Hm. Remember when we were in that stage, Nico? We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Seems that spark isn’t as bright here.” The smugness was inching back in slowly.

“Actually, it turns out the spark can be white hot, and we can also have some level of discretion. Crazy, I know.” Nico almost felt like pointing out that the level of attraction he currently felt for Levi, after ten minutes, was so much higher than what he ever felt for Lucas. But that would mean blowing their cover.

“Discretion my ass,” Lucas scoffed.

“Fine!” Levi spun Nico around and bore his (bright, gorgeous) eyes into Nico’s, silently asking if this would be okay. Nico gave an almost imperceptible nod. Levi placed a hand on the back of his neck and slowly leaned up to join their lips.

It wasn’t some intense, heated kiss with lots of tongue and teeth. They were both very aware that they were in public and, despite the lie they were crafting, had met not ten minutes ago. It was short, but deep. Nico felt like his whole body was on fire, but a fire he never wanted to go out. He delicately cupped Levi’s cheek, pushing into the kiss slightly, like a promise of something more. Pulling back, Levi stared up at Nico with wide eyes, kiss-swollen lips, and a light blush.

Nico smiled, before turning back around to Lucas. He had clearly been expecting some steamy makeout, but the beauty of that kiss did not go unnoticed by him. Lucas inhaled deeply through his nose. “Okay. I see my attempts are futile at this point.”

Both stared at his retreating back in awe, having definitely expected to something more. “He… he left.”

Shifting his gaze to Levi, he saw triumphant surprise on his face. Nico laughed lightly. “Yeah, he did.”

“Um, so… I guess you’ll be going now.” Levi looked absolutely crushed at the prospect.

Nico raised his eyebrows. “After that kiss? You’re never getting rid of me now.”

Levi let out a gleeful, disbelieving laugh. Nico marveled at him, struck once again by how truly gorgeous this man was.

They spent the night talking, Levi giving Nico all the gossip on the hospital and tips on where to go in Seattle. Nico shared stories and advice from his internship and residency, Levi listening with rapt attention. As they were swapping childhood stories, the last call bell rang, snapping them both out of their little bubble. After finishing their drinks, they exchanged numbers, and Nico helped Levi into his cab, giving him a small kiss as they parted ways; a promise that this, whatever it would be, was just beginning.

Send some meet cute prompts, if you want.

Also, just a bit of an update: I’m in the process of moving right now. So I may be posting and writing less this coming week. Just in case anyone cares.

#schmico prompt #schmico #asked and answered #robronisendgame #meet cute prompts #nico kim and levi schmitt #Levi Schmitt #nico kim

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freddieslater · 5 years

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How about 14 for Kylex?

I am so sorry it’s taken me a few days to get around to this! I genuinely wasn’t expecting more than one, so this really did make me so happy!! Thank you so much, and I hope this is okay!! ❤ 14: things you said after you kissed me

“Not enjoying prom, Manes?“

Alex had heard the footsteps following behind him when he walked out of the school. A part of him had thought that maybe it was just someone else who needed some air, or maybe Liz had spotted him leaving.

The second he caught a glimpse of a black suit and tie out of the corner of his eyes, he knew exactly who it was.

He turns his head slowly to look at Kyle. Instinct forces his body to tense at least a little at the sight of him. It wasn’t one he had before these last two years, but it’s starting to fade again. Strangely, for the past few months, he’s been… okay. Alex would almost dare say back to his usual self.

Relaxing, he eyes him but huffs out something halfway between a scoff and a sigh.

“Uh, no, not really,” he says, and Kyle raises his eyebrows. “Just… needed some air.”

He drags his eyes away from Kyle, casting them back to the sky, where they had been focused before Kyle spoke up. It’s already dark, the stars dotting the sky like a map.

“Yeah, me too,” Kyle says.

Alex glances back to him as he pushes himself up beside him on the railing. He just raises an eyebrow at him when Kyle looks at him. Kyle wanting to get away from his friends on Prom night doesn’t quite add up in his mind, and it must show on his face since he doesn’t bother to hide it.

Still, the corners of his mouth twitch up, and Kyle smiles back. It’s brief as Alex pulls his gaze away once more, dropping to the ground just a few inches beneath his feet.

“What happened to your date?” he asks, the teasing edge that slips through instinctual as well. Just from a different point in their lives, one that he can’t seem to shake off as easily as he thought. “Did Liz ditch?”

“No, she’s still inside,” Kyle says. “I think she’s dancing with Max. He was doing his whole weird staring across the room thing again. It’s like the guy doesn’t realize that everyone knows he has a thing for her.”

Alex’s eyebrows furrow and he looks back up at him. “That doesn’t bother you?”

Kyle shakes his head, inhaling deeply as his eyes dart across the entrance. “Nah. Well, the creepy staring part definitely bothers me. But she doesn’t seem to mind, so there’s not much I can do about that. Probably because she likes him as well.”

“Okay, now that does sound like something that should bother you,” Alex says in confusion, “you know, as her boyfriend?”

Kyle breathes out a light laugh and shakes his head again.

“We’re not together anymore,” he explains. “Not really, anyway. We sort of broke up a couple of weeks ago, but Prom was just around the corner, and we’re still friends, so… we just decided we might as well still go together.”

“Oh,” Alex says, and he’s not sure if the revelation is the cause of the tug in his chest, or the flip in his stomach. It could be for a number of reasons, he tells himself, because logically, he’s right.

Kyle nods slowly, then his attention seems to snap back. His eyebrows draw together as he turns his head back to Alex, looking at him with a slight tilt to his head that’s so familiar that it takes Alex a second to register that he’s asking him a question.

“What about you?” he nudges his arm gently with his elbow. “Where’s your date? I can’t imagine they’re too happy about being ditched in the middle of Prom.”

Alex chuckles at that, glancing down. “You would probably be right. If I actually had a date.”

The surprise on Kyle’s face definitely catches him off-guard. He quickly brushes it off.

“Liz went with you, and unfortunately, Maria’s not much of an option considering she already had her prom,” he points out. Raising a shoulder in a shrug, he adds, “and it’s pretty hard to find another out gay or bi guy in this town, shockingly.”

Sarcasm drips from the last word, and Kyle doesn’t seem to know whether to smile or frown. It seems to be how most of their conversations have gone recently.

“It doesn’t exactly leave much room for option unless I wanted to ask Max out, and honestly, I didn’t. The whole angsty nerd thing isn’t really my type.”

Kyle’s smile definitely slips. He glances away, pressing his lips together, and Alex’s stomach twists. Of course.

Shaking his head to himself, he forces his eyes back up to the sky. It’s easier to focus on, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to watch Kyle leave without another word. Not again.

“What about someone who’s only out to you?“

Alex’s eyes snap back to him, his head turning maybe a little too quickly. He’s met with nervousness and worry, two things he hasn’t seen on Kyle since they were eleven.

"Well, and Liz,” Kyle quickly adds as an afterthought, his head dipping to the side, “but she’s sworn to secrecy. I know it’s not the same, but I’m sort of out as bi. Oh wow, that felt weird to say.”

Alex can only look back at him in confusion, his mind trying to process through everything he’s blurting out into the open air. Kyle just holds his gaze, anxiously waiting, and it clicks.

His lips part in surprise. He lifts his eyebrows, and breathes out a quiet, “oh.” He has too many thoughts to voice out loud, but that doesn’t stop them from bouncing around inside his head. This makes things clearer, and yet infinitely more—

His thought process is abruptly cut off by Kyle surging forward and pressing his lips to his.

His eyes widen. For a second, he forgets how to do anything. It’s like Kyle’s just gone and done the equivalent of pouring a glass of water all over a circuit. He’s expecting his brain to start sizzling.

Then he registers that Kyle is kissing him. It’s a second too late as he’s already pulling back.

Alex blinks at him once, then twice, and he might lose count as he tries to remember how long he can hold his breath for, because he doesn’t dare try.

“Sorry,” Kyle says, sheepish but sincere, "I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, and… I shouldn’t have. I’ve just been thinking a lot, and I remembered when we were eleven, and… what better time than prom to confess your feelings for someone, right?“

Alex doesn’t respond. It’s all taking a moment to sink in, especially even the mere thought that Kyle likes him.

Kyle seems to take his silence as a bad sign, his face dropping. There’s no disappointment or shock, or anything. It’s more like a dejected acceptance put up behind a thin mask of understanding as if he dove right in while expecting the worst outcome possible.

"I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he says quietly. “And I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I’m sorry. Really. I just… needed you to know.”

Something about the way he says it drives a stab of familiarity through Alex’s chest, and he welcomes it. It’s different, and new, and totally unfamiliar territory in a way. But it’s also the Kyle he remembers.

“I’m just gonna—”

Alex leans in before he can finish his excuse to leave, pulling Kyle back in. The noise of surprise Kyle makes at Alex’s lips against his quickly dissolves into thin air as Alex kisses him. A beat, and then Kyle is kissing him right back.

His own movements are tentative and uncertain, because this is Kyle. He’s kissed him once before and it resulted in the destruction of their friendship.

But he’s not pulling away this time — he’s leaning into him, kissing him back harder and yet softer, still careful.

It makes Alex’s head spin, but it’s also the best feeling he’s had in a while.

He’s the one to pull back, only a few inches to get a break of air into his burning lungs. Kyle looks at him, and his mouth is already curving up, a gleam in his eyes that Alex has missed.

“Enjoying prom yet, Manes?”

Alex huffs out a laugh, and closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head. When he looks back at Kyle, he can’t help but smile.

“It seems to be turning around.”

“Oh,” Kyle breathes out, lifting his eyebrows at him in that gleeful, totally innocent way. “Well, if it’ll help continue turning it around, I’m pretty sure I’ve been ditched for Evans. Not to be presumptuous, but would you consider being my date for the last two hours of Prom?”

Alex can’t help but laugh slightly, quickly biting it back. “Sorry, I just did not think I would see that day that Kyle Valenti was asking me to be his date. To anything.”

“It’s prom, the night of dreams coming true,” Kyle says with a grin. “So, is that a yes or a no? Totally cool either way. Kissing you was pretty much the highlight of my night anyway, so.”

The words find a place to nestle themselves in his chest. Alex leans back in and kisses him.

#kylex #kyle valenti #alex manes #roswell nm #roswell new mexico #otp: you're the bravest person i know #fanfiction stuff #thank you so so much for asking for this!!#and again i am so sorry for taking so long!!#robronisendgame

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fromkenari · 5 years

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Malex ~ Flowers

Send me a word plus a ship and I will write a drabble

Michael made a frustrated noise as he tried to attach the boutonniere to his lapel. “Here, I got it,” Alex said as he reached around Michael. “I haven’t worn a suit since prom, let alone one of these,” Michael huffed and gestured. “Maybe you should get used to them,” Alex offered and Michael froze. “What?” he whispered. “With Liz and Max getting married, everyone will follow.” Michael couldn’t help the smile on his face. “That includes us?” he asked. “Maybe,” Alex replied. “Is there a ring already?” Michael anxiously whispered. Alex shrugged. “Just let me know when you want one.”

#malex #malexfic #malex fic #drabble #*#robronisendgame

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glassesandkim · 5 years

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26 please!!💓💓💗

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Okay, I don’t think they’ll have kids but fo sho they’ll somehow be roped into babysitting for someone (maybe Casey who ends up adopting a whole bus of kids with Maggie) but I’m pretty sure Nico will attempt to sing and Levi will be quick to join in equally as badly. And Maggie and Casey will come home to find their kids crying and Nico and Levi singing to the tune of a chalkboard being violently assaulted by nails.

And that’s the last time Maggie lets the boys sing, ever.

#casey had installed a baby monitor that records sound and picture so y'know our man keeps that atrocity for a rainy day #hey this was unintentionally caggie and i blame schmicoismysunsword #schmico #grey's anatomy #caggie #robronisendgame #gk asks

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erricdraven · 5 years

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huracanesdetequila replied to your post “sometimes magnus struggled with sobriety. some...”

This is beautiful

robronisendgame replied to your post “sometimes magnus struggled with sobriety. some...”

So beautiful!

thank you both so much! x

#reply #huracanesdetequila #robronisendgame

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blainesebastian · 5 years

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How about a morning after au? Maybe they’ve been together for 6 or so months, and after waiting they’ve finally taken that last step. Bonus points if there’s the first “I love you!” involved!

It’s not the sunlight or his alarm that wakeshim; unfortunately it’s the sound of a garbage truck backing up and banging.Blaine jolts up from sleeping on his stomach with a sigh, alarm coursingthrough his veins as his heart pounds in his ears from being startled. Heshould really start looking into a new place where his apartment isn’t so closeto the damn street.

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#seblaine #sebastian smythe #glee #blaine anderson #robronisendgame #q and a #mccall writes things

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henryandalex · 6 years

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What if it’s not their wedding, but engagement party? What do we think? Thoughts?

Nah, Todd and Darren are too much of Malec stans to be like that. lol Also, there is the wedded rune on the walls and there is all this gold, this is the Malec wedding.

#sh spoilers #malec #shadowhunters season 3 #robronisendgame #answered #thanks for asking!

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duralex0sedlex · 6 years

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Malec prompt: Magnus had been having a long stressful day of clients, when Alec comes home with the news that the clave has finally allowed them to get married. Fluff happens.

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A lonely evening

When Magnus came home that night he hoped he could relax with Alec, having dinner with him and just enjoy being with him. It was their anniversary after all. Alec had said he would be home when he came back. But he found the loft empty. A light smell of some dish was still in the air. Did he forget? Did he eat already? Without him?

He went to the kitchen to find dirty pans and pots, stacked in the sink. Magnus frowned. Awesome. So he really had had dinner without him and he didn’t even clean up. But the warlock himself also didn’t bother with it. He decided he wouldn’t care. It was time for a drink. When he went to the living room he took a glass and filled it with some bourbon. Disappointment was slowly growing in his chest. He didn’t want to feel like that but he just couldn’t help it.

Just as he took a sip of the drink a paper on the table caught his attention. That hadn’t been there when he had left. With three big steps he reached the table and took the paper.

>I’ll be back soon -A

A soft smile appeared on Magnus’ lips, but it vanished just a moment after. Soon? When was soon? It could be any second. Or in one hour. Or even two. Sinking down on the sofa he was still holding the glass in one hand and the small note in his other. He could try calling him. Or at least message him. But he didn’t want to look too clingy. Of course he knew that there was never really time for a shadowhunter to rest. Still he could have given him a few more details. He could have helped… maybe. What if he didn’t want him around? Or maybe he had thought it was too dangerous for Magnus. He small chuckle left his mouth. What a stupid thought. Also Alec shouldn’t be the one to decide what was too dangerous for him. He was the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He had lived for centuries. And now a shadowhunter wanted to tell him about dangers? He rolled his eyes and took another sip.

30 minutes later…

Maybe he should just go to sleep already. He put down his empty glass that he had already refilled two times and got up, walking to the bedroom. Just when he had sat down on the bed he heard the door. Since he had turned off the lights, the loft was dark.

“Magnus?” Alec sounded rather confused. But what did he expect? That he would wait for the dinner that would never happen because apparently Alec had forgotten about it?

“I’m here” Magnus walked out of the bedroom and with a snap of his fingers all lights were turned on again. The wide smile on Alec’s face disappeared when he saw the frown in Magnus’. He took a small step forward to shorten the distance to the warlock.

“What’s wrong? Something happened? Why have you been in the bedroom?” There were some signs of worries in his voice. He came even closer. “Are you exhausted? It must have been a hard day…”

Magnus’ tense body softened. Alec was so considerate and caring. Still he wasn’t sure what to think of the situation.

“Did you forget?” he asked.

“Wha- of course not! Magnus. Talk to me?”

“I just… you could have told me.”

“Told you what?”

“You wanted to eat earlier or without me or whatever. I don’t know. But it’s fine. You’re back now. That’s all that matters”

Alec stared at him for a moment. He had no idea what was going on.

“But I didn’t have dinner without you. It’s still in the oven. I thought that it’d be best to just leave it there. So we can have it when I’m back.” The shadowhunter explained with a soft voice. “Look, Magnus, I’m sorry. I promised to be there. However… something came up and… I needed to head to the institute”

“Of course” Magnus got softer. He understood. The clave was important. His family was important. He just sometimes wished he wouldn’t leave the moment someone would order him to the institute.

Ten minutes later dinner was heated up again and Alec put down the baking dish on the table. The chicken smelled amazing, Magnus realized and all the tension finally fell down when Alec kissed him for the first time this evening.

“I have news” Alec said while filling Magnus’ plate. The warlock looked at him in anticipation but didn’t get an answer just now.

The small smirk on Alec’s lips and the light blush on his cheeks somehow managed to raise a certain anger in Magnus again. He wasn’t in the mood to play around. Still his voice was calm when he demanded: “Tell me.”

Alec usually enjoyed the warlock’s impatience way too much and on any other day he would have held back longer but he felt the tension from before build up again.

“My parents set the date” he finally said.

“The date?” Magnus put down his fork, looking at the younger one in confusion.

“If you can’t remember, it can’t be that important then, huh?” Alec asked rather than answering the question noticing the atmosphere becoming even worse. So he got up and grinned. Just to kneel down next to Magnus’ chair. Gently he took his boyfriend’s hand.

“We’re going to get married. Two months from now” The blush on Alec’s cheeks got stronger and his hands were shaking. He didn’t remember if he had ever seen the warlock speechless. But now was that time.

They had talked about marrying for a long time. But since Alec’s family – well, rather his parents – still weren’t delighted by first, Alec being gay, and second, picking a warlock, they had ignored it and tried not to talk too much about it since it hurt both of them. With setting the date his parents had finally accepted it.

Instead of saying anything, Magnus got up and pulled Alec up as well. He kissed him deeply, all the worries and fears disappearing while he felt his beloved shadowhunter’s warm and soft lips on his own. For a moment he broke the kiss and looked into the blue eyes of the taller one. His hand was resting on Alec’s cheek, his thumb gently caressing it.

“I love you, Magnus” Alec whispered, pulling Magnus close for another kiss. “I love you.” The words weren’t much more than a whimper but the warlock heard them anyway.

“I love you, too” he answered, his heart beating fast.

Finally. After such a long time. Finally they were going to marry.

Later that night when they lay down in bed, Magnus snuggled close, his face hiding at Alec’s brawny chest. The shadowhunter was long asleep, snoring softly while Magnus went on whispering soft words to his skin. He held him tight, not willing to let go of his lover anytime, soon.

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reyesstrand · 4 years

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Hi! If you’re still accepting these prompts how about #5 for tarlos, but maybe not with such an angsty ending? Lol

thank you for the prompt! 💗 all prompts are from this list!

Of all the things that TK loves about their relocation to Austin, one of the best has to be the cookouts.

They seem to be a tradition, especially for Judd and Grace, who often invite the whole crew over when they’re off-shift and looking for the chance to relax. Usually, someone already has plans, and it’s never the complete team spending their evenings together — but tonight, for the first time in a while, they’re all off, free, and ready to devour Grace’s cooking. Judd looks at him all knowingly, telling him that he can bring the cop if he wants, and TK does, in fact, want to, so he does. They’ve been going strong for a few months and the 126 already loves Carlos, and that much is proven when they walk through the side-gate to get into Judd and Grace’s back yard, and half of his team immediately flocks over to talk to Carlos.

TK would be jealous, but who can blame the others? They’re his family, and Judd’s already threatened to give Carlos the shovel talk despite TK’s many protests, and all-in-all they get along. TK passes a bouquet of flowers over to Grace, who’s chatting with Michelle near some of the lawn games they have set up. Grace hugs him close and reaches up to kiss his cheek, giving him that warm smile that manages to enchant anyone who comes across the woman.

“It’s nice that you guys are all so close,” Carlos observes, after they’ve found some free seats and Grace has refused to let them help with anything. TK hums in agreement.

“It really does feel like we’re just some big family, most of the time.” TK shrugs, and watches his boyfriend as he’s taking everyone in around them.

Carlos smiles contentedly at him, and squeezes TK’s hand, as their fingers are still threaded as they have been since they sat down. Eventually Judd calls out that the food’s ready and for everyone to dig in, which they do. Owen comes to talk to them while they eat, eventually drawing Marjan and Mateo into the fold, as well. Little groups have splintered off across the yard as people share stories over their dinner, and everyone laughs as Marjan recounts some daring mission she once was a part of in Miami, which in turn was recorded and shared half a million times within twenty-four hours. TK listens, smiling at his friend’s story, sitting back and letting the comfort of being around all the people he loves most relax him deep in his bones after a long shift.

Things quickly pick up after dinner, however.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never taught your son the art of cornhole, Cap,” Judd says, arms curled securely around his wife’s waist.

Owen throws his hands up in the air. “Life is different in Manhattan, what can I say?”

Now Carlos throws a surprised look at TK. “Really? You’ve never played?”

Before TK can answer, Judd quickly jumps in.

“Us Texans might have to show them a thing or two,” Judd’s shit-eating grin appears, as everyone starts to pick up on the conversation. Owen agrees to a game, and TK shakes his head a little but stands next to his dad, listening as Judd quickly does a rundown of how the game works. TK figures it really can’t be that hard, and locks eyes with Judd.

“Let’s do this, cowboy Judd,” TK huffs out a little laugh when someone lets out an excited woo! behind them, and people step forward to join the game.

Marjan and Paul join their team. Judd’s joined by Michelle, who gives them a competitive wink, and Nancy. TK makes a dramatic show of gasping to show his feeling of betrayal when Judd calls for one more teammate, and Carlos volunteers.

“Don’t you love me?” TK asks, as Carlos steps closer to Michelle. He tries pouting at his boyfriend, but Carlos shakes his head, a little smirk in place. He turns back into TK’s space just for a moment, and TK bites back a goofy smile as his boyfriend’s thumb runs along his shoulder.

“Of course I do, Ty,” Carlos says, sincerely, and TK swallows a little at the earnest look in his eyes. And then Carlos steps back to grab the blue beanbags for his team to use. “But I want to be on the winning team, so.”

Carlos punctuates it with a shrug, finally walking over to Michelle, who grins at him. Judd smacks him appreciatively on the shoulder, and Carlos’ gaze stays playful even from across the yard.

TK gathers up the red beanbags for his team. He makes sure he catches Carlos’ eyes as he mirrors his teasing look, as he calls out, “You’re on, Reyes!”

Carlos laughs, and he's so beautiful it almost distracts TK from the matter at hand. He’s only slightly worried about losing. His dad’s good at golf and has generally decent depth perception, but TK knows he and Marjan and Paul stick out like sore thumbs; not only are they not Texas natives, but they’d all literally learned what this game was twenty minutes ago, and didn’t grow up perfecting their skills — as most of their opposing team apparently has.

He’s right about his dad being their best player; he gets them points right away, and Marjan’s not too bad either. It takes her a few throws, but eventually she perfects it, and confidently accepts applause when she gets them another few points. TK’s pretty terrible, he’s come to learn that he’s really not the most gifted when it comes to sports, and Paul gets by. Near the end of the game, the focus has mostly dropped down to just having fun and being plain stupid about their throws, even making up rules on the spot. Judd’s laugh is deep and can be heard probably a block away, and Carlos grins at him from across the way, and TK decides he’s content enough to watch the flex of his boyfriend’s arm as he perfects his throws with every passing round.

It’s clear Judd’s team is going to win. It’s also clear that at this point, nobody really cares about it.

“Now, pretty boy, I don’t want your feelings to get hurt,” Judd jokes, as he prepares his next throw. TK narrows his eyes at him as he expertly manages to get his team’s last beanbag into the hole, as cheers erupt around them from his team. “That’s how you do it, brother.”

“Alright, this can be your thing, I’ll just continue to beat you at everything else.” TK teases back, effortlessly moving out of the way as Judd tries to move in close to ruffle up his hair. Carlos does move back into his space and TK loops his arm around the other man’s waist, keeping him close to his side. The others sort of dissipate, moving on to other games or to grab another drink or pick at the dessert that’s still left out.

“I do love you, you know,” Carlos murmurs, as he presses a quick kiss to his temple.

TK smiles as he feels Carlos’ arm settle over his shoulder. “I love you too.”

“Even if you suck at cornhole.” Carlos adds, his eyes crinkling around the corners as he grins and squirms away from TK’s attempt to playfully jab him in the side.

“Dick,” TK mutters, but Carlos is smiling into it when they kiss, and even as the others start yelling at them to get a room, he doesn’t care about anything else in the world.

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swiftlythebest · 5 years

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And maybe 17 for the meet cutes?:)

17. They pull you out of the way from the busy bike path.

Okay, it’s been a bit. I was moving and then my dog died and then The Society and Grizz and Sam and GrizzandSam took over my life. But I’ve missed my two medical boys in love. Here’s a short little meet cute that I think is sweet. I have a good number of prompts to get to so expect some more Schmico from me soon. I hope you enjoy!

Levi Schmitt couldn’t believe what he was reading. His mother, the ultimate worrier, was going on a date with a man she met online. An unvetted, unknown man who did nothing more than give her a compliment or two and suggest a coffee date. In another uncharacteristic move, Myrna had texted Levi in her excitement. She was almost always a call person, even in situations that only warranted a quick update.

He began to walk faster as he typed frantically, astounded by the abruptness of his mother’s agreement to meet this man. Suddenly, he heard shouts and felt a hand grab onto the back of his sweatshirt and tug him backwards. A trio of bikes whizzed past, right where Levi had just been standing.

As he blinked quickly, trying to regain his bearings, a deep voice sounded above him: “You’ve gotta watch where you’re going, dude.”

Levi looked up and back to see his savior, only to be struck dumb by the sheer beauty of the man smiling down at him. He was tall, chiseled, and had a captivating and teasing smile. Unable to stop himself from getting lost in his eyes, Levi stared a bit longer than seemed socially appropriate.

Only recently had Levi begun to consider that he may not be as straight as he often claimed to be. For as long as he could remember, he had had feelings for boys, however he never took the initiative to act on those feelings, to afraid to fully address them. It was easier for him to just be straight; as a social outcast nerd, another label didn’t seem like the best way to fit in. But as he was finishing up medical school, it began to occur to him that maybe it didn’t actually matter all that much because underneath it all, everyone was just a mess of bones and muscle and nerves. The labels he shied away from didn’t actually hold any true negative weight to them.

Which brought him to right now, staring up at the most attractive person he had ever seen maybe ever. It suddenly felt so clear that yes, he was gay. No woman had ever made him feel as on fire as this man did; even women he had slept with, as small as that number may be, did not give him the sensations he currently felt.

Realizing he should probably say something, he stuttered out, “Thank you.”

“No problem. It would be a pity if something were to happen to that face.” Oh. Was he flirting? Was this what it was like when someone flirted? It had been so long since someone had showed any sort of genuine interest in Levi.

Blushing furiously, Levi gave a weak smile, unable to formulate a response. The man gave a small, good-natured laugh before tilting his head slightly to appraise Levi.

“Um. Would you… I… could I buy you a coffee? As a thank you?” Levi had no idea where this confidence came from, but he was not about to question it.

The man’s face lit up. “Yes, that would be great. But I have to get to work now. Give me your number and we can set something up for later?” Levi nodded eagerly, causing the man’s smile to increase. “I’m Nico, by the way.” Nico handed Levi his phone.

“Um, Levi. Hi.” He looked down to type in his number, grateful for something to do other than stare at Nico. Once he was done, he handed the phone back, making sure to lightly brush their fingers together in the transfer.

“Awesome! I’ll text you later.” Nico gave one last smile before making his way off to wherever he was needed.

Levi’s phone chimed with a text, a simple smiley face from an unknown number, followed by confirmation that it was Nico. He smiled to himself, looked both ways, and proceeded to cross the street, excited for the promise of… something with the gorgeous man who had saved his life.

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