#tk life of the party only has two friends i love him

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written for @tarlosweeklyprompts word of the day: Letter

TK gets a letter from Gwyn on his wedding day

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TK never really understood when people called their wedding day the best day of their lives. Sure, he supposed it would be a good day, and definitely one to remember… but the best? That just seemed over dramatic.

That was until his own wedding day.

He’s married now. Officially mister Tyler Kennedy Strand – Reyes. The new name is kind of a mouth full and he overheard his dad ordering his new uniform and explaining that yes that really is the name, and yes he knows it’s long, but yes it still has to go on the shirt.

He knows it’s supposed to be a surprise for when he goes back to work after the honeymoon, and he’ll be sure to act surprised when he gets it, but he’s already picturing himself wearing his new name on his chest.

The reception is in full swing and everyone is enjoying themselves. Carlos is dancing with his sister, TK himself had danced with Andrea earlier, and he’s pretty sure he hasn’t stopped smiling since he woke up that morning.

And he can say without a doubt, it’s the best day of his life.

“Hey husband.” Carlos sits back down next to him and kisses him while entwining their fingers.

TK smiles and looks down at their hands, giving himself a minute to admire their carefully selected wedding bands.

“Hi husband. We did it. Finally.”

“We did.” Carlos replies. “Are you happy?”

“Never been happier.”

“Same here.”

“Even though we didn’t get the perfect wedding at our dream venue?”

“I don’t care. I got to marry you, that makes it a perfect day.” Carlos vows and emphasises his words with a kiss.

“Yeah? So this is better than your first wedding?” TK asks, doing his best to keep a straight face.

Carlos groans and drops his head on his shoulder.

“Don’t. You know that wasn’t anything like this. I was so unhappy back then.” He sighs and stares at their guests on the dancefloor. “It was just me and Iris at city hall and the mail guy and a cleaner as witnesses.”

“I know baby, I was just messing with you.” TK says and kisses the top of his head.

“I just want to forget about that day. This is the only wedding worth remembering. The only one that counts.” He lifts his head and grabs two glasses of sparkling cider from the table in front of them, handing one to TK. “To us.”

TK clinks his glass against Carlos’ and takes a sip.

“To us. To our future.”

They sit and watch their friends and family enjoy themselves for a while.

Paul is twirling Tommy’s twins around the dancefloor, Wyatt is dancing with Carlos’ sister, Enzo and Judd are entertaining the kids in a quieter corner, while Grace is dancing with Nancy and Marjan, and Iris and Mateo are in the middle of a very serious looking conversation.

“Have you seen my dad anywhere?” TK asks, scanning the room for a sign of Owen.

“I saw him dancing with my mom earlier I think.” Carlos replies, finding it hard to look anywhere but at his new husband. “I’m sure he’s fine. I bet he’s just outside getting some air.”

“Yeah.” TK agrees and lets Carlos lead him back to the dancefloor. He lets himself get lost in the music and Carlos’ embrace.

Later, when the party is starting to die down and Carlos is talking to Paul, TK goes in search of his father and finds him outside with Buttercup.

“Here you are. I was beginning to think you’d left already.”

“Of course not. I never leave a party early, especially not my son’s wedding.”

TK smiles and sits down, scratching Buttercup behind his ears.”

“So why are you out here on your own then?”

“Oh I just took Buttercup for a quick walk. It’s a nice night so we stayed out here and watched the stars for a while.”

“Dad…”

“No, I’m ok TK. I’m happy you’re happy. I’m happy you just married this amazing guy who, lets be real, worships the ground you walk on.”

The smile on TK’s face gets even bigger.

“The feeling is mutual. I don’t know what I did to deserve him… but he’s mine now and I’m never letting him go.”

“Good. What you two have is special. You need to hold onto that. Unlike what me and your mother did.”

“What do you think mom would say about today?” TK asks after a while.

Owen smiles.

“She’d be so happy and so proud. Just like I am.” He says and takes something out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “This is from your mother. I’m not sure when she wrote it… but she left it to me to give to you on your wedding day.” He hands TK an envelope. “Do you want me to go get Carlos?”

“No… that’s ok.” TK says, turning the envelope over in his hands. It’s a plain white envelope with his name written on it in his mother’s familiar handwriting. Nothing special but at the same time the most precious gift he’s been given all day.

“I wasn’t sure when to give it to you… or if I should give it to you today at all.” Owen admits. “I didn’t want to ruin your wedding. You’ve been so happy all day.”

“I still am.” TK assures him. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I just… wasn’t expecting this.”

“Your mother always was full of surprises.” Owen says with a wistful smile. “Do you want me to leave you alone while you read it?”

TK shakes his head and carefully opens the envelope, letting its contents drop in his lap. He picks up the letter and quickly scans it.

“She wrote this when she took me to California. For rehab.”

Dear TK.

My sweet boy.

If you’re reading this, that means today is your wedding day. It’s your wedding day and everything turned out alright.

I just had to leave you at the airport. We flew across the country to get you the help you need, and I know, deep down, you want this as much as I do. It will be hard but sweetheart, I know you can do it.

I hope that today, when you read this, you’ll look back on today, the day I’m writing this, and think of how far you’ve come.

I hope you’ve found an amazing man who loves you the way you deserve to be loved. Someone you can laugh and cry with. Someone good and honest. Someone you can rely on and who relies on you in return. Someone who will put you first. Your best friend.

Someone who will get up a little earlier to make you coffee. Someone who will watch your favourite movie with you and listen to your commentary. Someone who will teach you how to cook a real meal, because darling, you can’t live on firehouse food forever.

But most of all, I hope that when you read this, you’re happy. That you’re living the life you deserve and that all of this is just a bad memory. I know you can do it sweetheart.

The rest of your life starts today.

 Mom X

PS: I love you.

TK wipes at his eyes as he rereads the letter.

“I love you too mom.” He whispers. “I wish you were here.” His hand goes to his neck and he pulls out the star of David necklace Carlos had given him as an early wedding present a few days ago. He’d had it made out of a brooch his mom used to wear and it had become one of TK’s most prized possessions.

“She’s always here.” Owen says and puts a hand over his heart. “And I’m sure she’s looking out for you from up there.”

TK gives him a watery smile and goes to put the letter back in the envelope, only to find another note in there.

My sweet boy,

It’s the middle of the night right now, and I’m looking up at the Texas sky while your father’s dog sleeps at my feet. A lot has happened recently, and I’m flying back to New York in a few days. But despite everything going on, I leave knowing you’re alright.

I met your Carlos for the first time a few weeks ago, and darling, I don’t think you know it yet, but I’m sure you’ve found the one.  

I see the way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when you walk in the room. The way he puts up with me and your father just so he can be near you.

I see the way you smile when he’s around, or even when someone mentions his name. I haven’t seen you smile like that in so long and I’ve missed it.

If your father followed my instructions you’re reading this on your wedding day, and I hope it’s the best day of your life. I think I know who your groom will be and I think he will make sure you’ll be smiling so much your cheeks will hurt by the end of the day.

I know you’ve had your heart broken and I know opening it up again can be scary, but I believe Carlos will cherish it the way he cherishes all of you.

If I can’t be there in person, don’t be sad. Think of the good times we shared and know I’ll always be with you, no matter what.

Happy wedding day sweetheart.

Mom X

PS: I love you.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #twpmarchdailyword #tk strand #carlos reyes #this might make you cry #sorry not sorry

[matan4il]

Good morning Alice!! What's interesting about bringing up the Marjan, Eddie, Buck, and TK aspects, is that now we have Canon confirmation seasons later that Buddie do not wing man or talk to each other about significant others. And may I just say that is loud.

As shippers, we do have to infer a lot, but it's so easy with Buddie. This season offered lots of hints. Clearly, like at Chims birthday party, when they go out to bars, Buddie must have always stuck together. Buck was only picking up partners when Eddie wasn't out with him. He wasn't kissing and telling. He only knew the bare minimum of Shannon. In all these years, they never picked up women together, and Eddie wouldn't know if sometimes there was a guy or 2. I mean, Eddie could barely say or comprehend saying masturbating to Buck. Especially when you take in context, yes, they more then likely shared a bed during quarantine. Did they make a pillow wall??

And again maybe I'm reading into it but yes it is very loud. That is how writers treat potential partners. Even if one starts out with an active dating life, when it's established, there is a potential pairing, well, they usually start hiding it. You never want someone you admire to think poorly of you. So it's funny that they wrote these 2 hot single firefighters this way. Even down to Buck only spiraling with Lucy because of Eddie, not Taylor. Then the cherry on top Eddie witnessing part of it.

Ad always I hope you are feeling ok and that your new treatment is going well?? Stay safe!!

My darling! *hugs* Thank you for the ask!

"As shippers, we do have to infer a lot" TBH, I have not been inferring so much as I have had Buddie shoved into my face with a little of Eddie stripteasing, a dash of Buck being the one taking it in, and a whole lot of "Whatta Man" playing in the background. I have not been the same person since.

And yes, I agree with everything you said. They do NOT wing man for each other. They DO get jealous and snide when the other one is trying to bond with anyone else. They do NOT wanna hear about it. They WILL advise against it, even when they fail to follow their own advice. This has been shown so consistently, it can't be ignored and it is NOT the way two platonic best friends are with each other.

OMG, you had to remind me of the likely scenario of them sleeping together in the same bed during covid, which I am still not over. ABC better dig into that goldmine and give us some flashbacks of them pining away without even realizing they're pining away for each other in THE SAME FREAKING BED.

Thank you for the kind words! The treatment isn't fun and I'm feeling worse physically, but I'm doing my best to soldier on. Keep working, keep doing my best every day. But I am sleeping more than usual, and I guess that's my body's way of dealing with how low I'm feeling physically. Thank you again for caring! Sending you all the love! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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TARLOS FICS

Hold Onto Me by @mtnofgrace

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | T | 20.3K)

Carlos joins the Army instead of the Police Academy. TK becomes a baker instead of a firefighter. They happen to meet at a bakery in Austin; TK is a baker there, only been there a few months, when he meets Carlos who is home on a short leave. That chance meeting leads to a friendship that develops over texts and emails until Carlos is medically discharged from the Army.

what you need (i just need you) by @rmd-writes

↳  (TK x Carlos | Future Fic | E | 2.9K)

Sometimes a man just needs his husband’s help to get out of his own head.

when push comes to shove by @strandnreyes

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | E | 5.8K)

“Carlos,” TK sighs.

“C’mon. How do you destress?”

“I stress cook. Or clean.”

TK laughs with a shake of his head. “I think you’re a little too wound up for that.” It’s not a question but Carlos nods, so TK keeps pushing. “What else?”

He shrugs, glancing briefly at TK who’s got his hands shoved in his pockets as he leans against the side of Carlos’ car like he belongs there. “I work out…” he says simply, pausing as he locks eyes with TK. What he finds there has him slowly adding, “Or I…”

TK steps closer. “Or you what?”

“Find someone to take my mind off of it.”

When Tyler Met Carlos by @bubblesandroses8

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | M | 12K)

When Carlos Reyes agrees to drive TK Strand from Manhattan to Austin, the two don't exactly see eye to eye. Their views on everything from their taste in movies to the way that they approach finding love, but there is one thing on which they can agree: they are never going to be friends. But, through a series of encounters over the next 9 years and a whole lot of life experience, everything that Carlos and TK know about each other will be challenged; can they truly be friends after all?

A Firefighter, a Cop, and a Construction Worker Walk into a Bachelor Party by @chicgeekgirl89

↳  (TK x Carlos | Fluff/Humor | T | 2.3K)

A combined bachelor party with all their friends promises a night of fun and celebration. But when some unexpected guests show up, the party goes from Rated G to XXX.

break down my walls stone by stone by @lilythesilly

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | G | 2.4K)

Tarlos but they're in Roswell, New Mexico.

Rosa Mundi by @tkactually

↳  (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 22.8K)

“Let’s go say goodbye.”

They look at each other, and TK perceives some inner part of him tilt a bit to one side, like a rebalancing of the stakes. Perhaps this felt insurmountable because it is; a kind of pain that doesn't start nor end with him. Others feel this too. They feel it too, and he's not alone. And if he's able to realize that, at last, then maybe sorrow is not the only thing left standing.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #ls daily ff

[morganaspendragonss]

white noise, what an awful sound

“Their unit is not on the grid. It’s like they have disappeared.”

If Grace says anything else after that, Carlos doesn’t catch it. A ringing erupts in his ears and he staggers, all the breath sucked out of him. TK’s missing. Not running late, not on his way; missing.

ao3 | 3.3k | 2.08 speculation

It’s more than an hour after TK’s shift was supposed to be up, and he still hasn’t come home.

Carlos doesn’t want to worry; Owen told him that medical caught a call right at the end of shift, so he knows that TK will be pulling overtime. It’s actually worked in their favour a little, because they’ve been able to set everything up for TK’s party in the time they’ve been waiting. But, from what Owen said, it was only supposed to be a simple call, and whilst Carlos knows as well as anyone that the simplest calls can often turn out to be the most complicated, they really should have been done by now.

He sends off a couple of texts, telling himself that TK is just busy and will reply when he can, even though his instincts are screaming at him that something is wrong. By the time they hit the two hour mark, everyone seems to be getting concerned - which, in a house full of first responders, is not something to be taken lightly.

Carlos crosses over to Owen. “Have you heard from TK?” he asks, trying desperately to keep his voice as low and steady as possible.

Owen shakes his head, flashing Carlos a smile which doesn’t reach his eyes. “They’re just running a little over,” he says, and Carlos isn’t sure who he’s trying to convince. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“But what if it’s not?”

“We can’t think like that, Carlos,” Owen says, not unkindly. “He’s probably just in the shower.”

“He would have texted,” Carlos persists. “You know he would have, Owen. Something’s wrong.”

Owen grimaces, glancing around the room of people, who have started to take notice of their conversation. He sighs. “Try calling him,” he tells Carlos. Then, turning to the room, “Can anyone try and get a hold of Nancy or Tommy?”

“Already did, Cap,” Marjan says. “Nancy’s not picking up.”

“Tommy neither,” Judd adds, and Carlos’s heart plummets as the sound of TK’s voicemail confirms that he, too, is still unaccounted for.

“This isn’t right,” he says, allowing a little desperation to bleed into his tone. He can feel it in his bones; TK wouldn’t leave them hanging like this, especially not on a day like today. Carlos has no idea what could have happened to make all three paramedics drop off the grid, but he knows it’s not just lack of cell service or traffic.

Owen closes his eyes and hangs his head, apparently coming to the same conclusions. “Alright then.” He pulls out his phone, and Carlos frowns.

“Who are you calling?”

Owen sends him a wry look, showing him the three oh-so-familiar numbers he’s dialled. “Desperate times, right?”

Carlos manages a nod, but there’s a lump in his throat at the thought of these being such desperate times that they need 9-1-1. Logically, he knows it’s the right step, but he guesses he still has that little flame of hope left in him - hope he doesn’t want crushed by the confirmation they’re about to receive. Owen places the phone on speaker, and Carlos watches it nervously, waiting for a dispatcher to pick up.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” It’s Grace, and Carlos could cry with relief. If anyone can help them find TK, it’s Grace Ryder.

“Grace,” Owen starts, “it’s Owen.”

“Captain Strand? Is everything alright?”

“We were hoping you could tell us that.” Owen takes a steadying breath, looking once more around their friends, before continuing. “EMS 126 were sent out on a call at the end of our shift, two hours ago. There’s been no word from them since, and we’re worried something’s happened to them. Could you tell us anything about where they were sent and why?”

There’s a brief pause on the other end before Grace speaks again, hesitant and slow. “Captain Strand, that’s not information I’m sure I should be giving out to civilians.”

“I’m not a civilian,” Owen argues. “I may not be on shift, but I’m always Captain of that firehouse. Please, Grace. They’re our family.”

Grace sucks in a sharp breath, then the sound of typing comes through the speaker. Carlos allows himself a single moment of relief before the anxiety takes over again as Grace speaks.

“EMS 126 were dispatched to a pregnant woman in distress,” she reports. “They… Oh.”

Carlos exchanges an alarmed look with Owen, his panic spiking at Grace’s words. 

“Oh?” Owen asks, not even trying to hide the worry in his voice anymore.

“Captain Strand, their unit is not on the grid. It’s like they have disappeared.”

If Grace says anything else after that, Carlos doesn’t catch it. A ringing erupts in his ears and he staggers, all the breath sucked out of him. TK’s missing. Not running late, not on his way; missing. Something happened to him and his team between leaving the firehouse and now, and they’ve all just been sitting here, doing nothing, for two hours. He should have spoken up earlier, when he first got his bad feeling - maybe that wouldn’t have prevented this, but they could be on their way to finding him right now.

And Carlos knows better than anyone here how crucial every second is in a missing persons case.

When he comes back to himself, a hand - Paul’s - is resting on his shoulder, and Owen and Gwyn are locked in an argument, the call with Grace clearly over.

“What’s going on?” he asks, turning to Paul.

Paul shoots him a sympathetic grimace, squeezing his shoulder. “Cap got the address of their last call,” he answers. “He’s insisting on going, but he won’t let anyone else go with him. Gwyn disagrees.”

Carlos stares at Owen, finding himself firmly in agreement with Gwyn, though likely for different reasons. In his mind, it’s a non-issue; he’s going to search for TK, and there’s no-one who can stop him - certainly not Owen Strand.

He strides over to them, not caring about interrupting their quarrel. TK’s life is on the line, after all. “I’m going with you,” he says firmly, leaving no room for argument.

“Son -”

“You can’t stop me, Owen.” He levels him with a hard stare. “Besides, I’m a cop, and you need back up. I’m going.”

Owen watches him for a long moment, then sighs, nodding reluctantly. “Alright,” he says, clapping Carlos once on the shoulder. “Let’s go find them.”

*

Carlos jumps out of Owen’s truck before it’s even stopped moving, flicking on his flashlight as he strides through the garage, praying that he’ll round the corner and find them all in one piece. Behind him, Owen is yelling out for them, the only reply he gets the sound of his own voice echoed back. It sends Carlos’s heart plummeting into his shoes, even as it only confirms what he’s known for a while - they’re not finding TK here.

All they do find is a brown van, all its doors open, and a pile of bloodied rags lying next to it. Carlos refuses to think about whose blood it could be; if he does, he thinks he’ll lose it, and that’s the last thing anyone needs right now, himself included.

“Where would they go?” he asks, turning to Owen. They hadn’t seen the ambulance on the way in, so they must have left in it at some point - or someone had.

Owen shakes his head, a trembling hand running through his hair. “I don’t - I don’t know,” he says, sounding more lost than Carlos has ever heard him. It’s a jarring sight; Owen is usually so put together, so unruffled in the face of emergency, and his appearance now cuts a striking contrast. Carlos understands - much as TK has complained about his parents in the past months, it’s clear they love him, even if they might not be the best at showing it. 

Carlos is sure he looks similarly distressed; his curls are beginning to escape from his fingers running through them, and his heart is pounding a mile a minute, but he tries to school his expression into something stronger, as much for his own sake as for Owen’s.

“I don’t know what to do, Carlos,” Owen admits, body sagging in defeat. 

Carlos hesitates, then pulls out his phone, tapping through to his contacts. “I might,” he says, and Owen looks up at him in surprise. “My dad is a Texas Ranger. He’ll be able to help, I’m sure of it.”

Owen immediately nods, seeming to steel himself up a little. “Do it,” he says. “I’ll call and update the others; I’m sure they’ll want to know.”

He walks away, giving both of them some semblance of privacy to make their respective calls. Carlos pauses for a brief second, glancing down once more at the pile of bloody rags, his mind flashing back to four years ago, the last time someone he loved went missing. He knows - he knows the situations are nothing alike, that Iris’s and TK’s disappearances are worlds apart. But the grief crawling up his throat and clutching at his heart can’t help but make comparisons, warning him that he’s going to lose someone else.

Carlos swallows roughly and shakes his head, dialling his dad’s number before he can start spiralling. Now is not the time to fall apart; he has to be strong.

His dad picks up on the second ring. “Carlos? ¿Qué pasa?”

“Dad,” Carlos answers, surprising himself with how steady his voice is. “I need your help.”

*

They’re on their third dead end of the day, and Carlos can feel his grip on control slipping. 

His dad had tried to get him to leave when he’d arrived at the garage. “You’re off duty; you shouldn’t be here, mijo,” he’d said, attempting to steer Carlos towards Owen’s truck. “Let us handle this now.”

“No,” Carlos had insisted, shaking his dad’s hands off him. “I have to be here. One of the missing paramedics - it’s TK, Dad.”

It had taken a few moments for the penny to drop, his father’s frown growing once it did. “Your friend from the market? I thought he was a firefighter.”

“He switched fields.” Carlos had drawn himself up, staring his dad down. “I’m not going anywhere until I find him.”

Something had flickered across his dad’s face then, something Carlos hadn’t understood. Whatever it was, his expression had quickly cleared, and he’d lain a comforting hand on Carlos’s shoulder.

“Alright, mijo,” he’d said. “You can stay.”

Now, Carlos can feel his dad’s eyes on him as he stares blankly at the building they’d been so sure they’d find TK, Nancy, and Tommy in. It had been empty, because of course it had, and Carlos is starting to wonder if they’re ever going to find them.

They’re supposed to be celebrating right now. TK hadn’t wanted anything special, but Carlos knows he’d secretly been looking forward to tonight, his one year anniversary of sobriety a source of pride for them both. They should be celebrating it; instead, TK could be injured or worse, and Carlos feels like he’s going out of his mind.

(They’d found the ambulance an hour ago, abandoned on the side of the road. There had been blood staining the inside of that, too, and Carlos had had to swallow back bile at the sight.)

His dad comes to stand at his elbow, a hand on Carlos’s back. “So,” he starts, gently, “this TK boy?”

Carlos closes his eyes, desperately wishing for his dad to drop it. He knows what’s coming next, and he knows there’s no avoiding it this time. He doesn’t have the strength to lie.

“Dad -”

“Who is he, Carlos?” His dad’s voice is careful and measured, lacking any hint of judgement, but Carlos still tenses, not fully prepared for the fallout of this conversation.

He avoids his dad’s eyes as he answers, keeping his gaze fixed on the space in front of him. “He’s my boyfriend,” he says. “We’ve been dating for just over six months, and I - I really love him, Dad.”

The last admission is said quietly, but Carlos feels like he’s shouted it, such is the silence that follows his words. His hands start to shake at his sides and a sick feeling begins churning in his gut, but, still, he doesn’t look over.

“Six months…” his dad eventually says, voice strained. “Which means you were together when we met you at the market. Why did you lie?”

A flash of white-hot anger surges through him, tears burning the back of his eyes as he rounds on his dad. “I could hardly tell you the truth!” he cries. “You’ve made it clear you’d rather not hear about my sexuality. I was trying to protect us!”

A sob crawls up his throat, but Carlos pushes it back, determined not to break down in front of his dad’s entire team. His dad’s face is stricken, a surprising emotion glinting in his eyes.

“Oh, Carlos -” he starts, but he’s cut off by one of the Rangers shouting for them. He throws Carlos a look that lets him know they’re not done with this conversation yet, before they both run over to the Ranger, Carlos arriving slightly ahead of his dad.

“We’ve found them,” the Ranger says without preamble.

Carlos stares, the words sending a spark of hope through his chest, but he refuses to give in to it just yet. “How sure are you?” he demands. He knows it’s not his place to ask these questions - he’s barely allowed here as it is - but he doesn’t think he could take one more false lead, one more dead end. The Ranger, to his credit, only momentarily shows his surprise, quickly schooling his expression back into one of firm neutrality. He nods, once.

“Positive.”

And, for the first time since they’d heard the news, Carlos dares to hope.

*

He’ll never get used to this. 

The heart monitor beeping by his side, the smell of bleach, the hardness of the chairs. It’s not something he should really have to get used to, but, with a family full of first responders, hospitals are a fact of Carlos’s life. Especially with a boyfriend like TK, who seems to insist on gravitating towards danger even when it’s no longer his job.

“How do we keep ending up like this, huh?” he whispers, gently running a hand through TK’s hair. 

TK’s asleep, having first woken up around an hour ago. Hopefully, he’ll be discharged later, if all his tests come back okay - which, thankfully they should. 

Carlos’s eyes drift to the bandage around TK’s head, the wrappings around his ribs, the scratchy sheets which Carlos knows covers extensive bruising. They’ve been lucky, he knows this, but he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to forget the sight that greeted him when they burst into that restaurant. Tommy and Nancy were standing by the table, next to an unmoving body, both shaken but unhurt. TK had clearly borne the brunt of the attack, and Carlos hadn’t needed to stop to wonder why; his boyfriend’s too much of a damn hero for his own good sometimes.

Apparently, TK had tried to pull the fire alarm, but had been caught before he could, receiving a blow to the head for his efforts. They’d also broken his nose and several ribs, and his body is littered in marks from the kidnapper’s boots. Carlos’s heart had nearly stopped when he’d first seen TK, cable-tied to a pole and barely conscious, but now he can only thank god that it isn’t worse. 

“Carlos.”

Carlos stiffens as he hears his dad’s voice behind him, dreading the conversation they’re about to have. He tightens his grip on TK’s hand, not yet brave enough to look away from him.

“Hi, Dad,” he says, voice hollow. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

“Yo también, hijo.” His dad heaves a sigh, footsteps coming closer until he’s at Carlos’s side, easing himself into a second chair. “You know we love you, don’t you?”

Carlos winces. “I know. I’m sorry I yelled at you like that earlier, I was just -”

“No, mijo,” his dad interrupts. Carlos looks up at him sharply, confused by the weariness in his dad’s tone, and he’s taken aback by the sorrow in his eyes. He’s not sure he’s ever seen him cry before, and Carlos doesn’t know what to make of it. “It is me who should be apologising.”

“Dad -”

His dad holds a hand up, cutting Carlos off. “Your mother and I… We have only ever wanted what was best for you,” he says. “When you came out to us - Carlos, I was so proud. I was shocked, yes, but I could see how hard that must have been for you, and I thought you were so brave. We thought that if we carried on as normal, then you wouldn’t feel like anything had changed. Because, to us, it hadn’t. You were still the beautiful son we had always known and loved, and being gay wasn’t going to change that.

“We thought that you would be more comfortable with it like this, but I see now that we made a mistake. I’m so sorry that we made you feel like you couldn’t talk to us about these things. I’d like to change that, if you’re willing.”

Carlos blinks, tears spilling down his cheeks. “You’re really okay with it?” he croaks. “You and mami?”

“Of course we are.” His dad chuckles, rubbing Carlos’s shoulder. “You know what your mother’s like; she’ll be fawning over him as soon as she finds out.”

Carlos manages a laugh, though there’s still a little lingering dread in his stomach at the thought of having to tell his mom. He’ll have to do it, and soon, but he can’t get rid of a decade of uncertainty and fear so easily. At least, this time, he’ll have his dad and his boyfriend by his side.

A groan from the bed pulls his attention, and he looks over to see TK’s eyes blinking open. They immediately seek out Carlos, a frown creasing his brows.

“You’ve been crying,” TK murmurs, reaching a hand up to Carlos’s face, only to freeze before it gets there. TK’s eyes widen, frantically darting between Carlos and his dad. “Uh, Mr Reyes, sir. Carlos said that you helped to find us; thank you.”

“Hey.” Carlos catches TK’s hand, still hovering in mid-air, and smiles at him. “It’s okay, Ty. He knows.”

TK’s lips part in shock. “You told him?” he whispers.

“Kind of had to,” Carlos replies, laughing a little. “I could hardly say I was having a meltdown over a friend, now, could I?”

TK’s face clouds with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Carlos,” he says. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“Did you ask to get kidnapped?” Carlos asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, but -”

“Then you have nothing to apologise for.” He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of TK’s wrist, never breaking their gaze. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

TK smiles, visibly relaxing. He squeezes Carlos’s hand, then brings their joined hands to his lips, lingering for a long moment. Carlos loses himself in it, his heart aching at the thought that he could have lost all of this today. But TK is here, and he’s going to be okay, and that’s all that matters right now.

A throat clears behind them, and Carlos jumps, turning to look guiltily at his dad.

“I see I’m no longer wanted here,” he comments wryly. Carlos flushes, but his dad just laughs and pats his shoulder as he stands. “I’ll see you soon, Carlos.”

“Thank you again, Mr Reyes,” TK calls. 

Carlos’s dad grins at him. “You take care of my boy, TK.”

TK’s gaze flicks over to Carlos, his eyes full of so much love that it shocks him. “With my life, sir.”

It’s a promise that goes both ways and, as he leans over to kiss his boyfriend, Carlos knows that he’d do anything to keep it.

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #lone star #911ls #tk strand #carlos reyes #owen strand #gabriel reyes #tk x carlos #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #userjillian #tuserjamie #userkimmy #tuserpaige #tuserjenny #reyeslonestartag #immortalstrand

[aanakin]

Your blog got me into watching 9-1-1, I’ve watched 2 seasons in the past week! Do you have any fic recommendations?

Good, glad you’re enjoying the show! 😎

Okay, so, I’ve read quite a lot of buddie fics in the past two weeks since I binge watched 9-1-1. The rec list got a bit long, so I put it under keep reading. Enjoy! 💖

alternative universe:

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania | 10k | Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black | 13k | The one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.

Strike a Match by extasiswings | 13k | When Eddie Diaz from the 136 agrees to join one of the LAFD strike teams to provide wildfire assistance, he’s thinking about two things—overtime and hazard pay. The last thing he expects is Evan Buckley.

knight in shining armour by coupe_de_foudre | 2k | AU, married!Buddie | It’s funny how your day can go from a dream to a nightmare in the space of a second. But the moment that call came through - the moment they clambered into the truck and Bobby listed off the address they were headed - that’s when Buck’s whole life came crashing down around him. It’s his address.

getting together/canon divergence:

it's funny how they say when you find someone (heart speeds up, time slows down) by wafflesofdoom | 5.5k | The one where Eddie finds a no-nonsense therapist, confronts his feelings, and jumps off several metaphorical cliffs.

Love Language by red_to_black | 6.4K | Eddie's love language is acts of service, and Buck doesn't totally get it.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu | 21k | The one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there

last night (i woke the fuck up) by ariavederci | 5k | “So. I know you have the day off on Sunday.” Groaning, Buck let his head thump lightly against the wall. TK was fucking relentless. “No, TK. I already told you, I’m not gonna let you set me up with your friend.”

Nobody else I’d rather know by justhockey | 7.5k | Five times Eddie really knows Buck, and the one time Buck realises.

i'm begging for you (to take my hand) by sirencalls | 14k | the breakdown after 4x05 that Buck deserved to have.

Leave My Body by Pline | 23k | Buck dies but it's not the end. (Inspired by the movie It's a Wonderful Life)

Home Recovery by Clockwork_Mockingbird | 13k | Jinxed AU where Buck doesn't trip over anybody, does reach the rig right before Brian takes off, and then is taken for one hell of a ride that results in him recuperating at the Diaz household.

love doesn't discriminate by awashleyno | 10k | Buck gets tired and uses Eddie as a pillow.

it’s okay by itsmylifekay | 11k | Buck gets hurt on a call and doesn’t tell anyone.

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things | Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that. But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”

what if i surrender (and give in) by chthonicheart | 9.9k | “'Hey, man'?” Eddie repeats, and the weight of disbelief in his tone is the only thing that drowns out the latent anger. “Really? Why the hell are you even here, Buck?”

the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by theleftboobgrabber | 49K | When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret.

everything you see (ain’t always what it seems) by autumnchills | 6K | Buck had never thought that his best friend would like him back, but at the end of their date night, he’s in for a rude awakening when he learns just how he ended up there with Eddie. Things only get more confusing when Eddie seems to be mad at him in the aftermath.

Left Unsaid by Clockwork_Mockingbird | 33k |  The discovery of a small facebook group full of tsunami survivors rocks station 118.

established relationship:

whatever you lack, i make up (we make a really good team) by wafflesofdoom | 10k | The one where buck and eddie find out about the 118's bet on their relationship and set out for some well deserved revenge - with athena's help, of course. and a seven-phase revenge plan.

5 times they introduce one another as 'husband' (+1 time someone else does) by coupe_de_foudre | 4.6k | Just buddie being dorky husbands showing each other off, what's not to love?

subtle as a brick in the small of my back by spinningincircles | 5.4k | Eddie’s proposing to Buck. The whole team finds out first. It goes about as well as expected (not well at all).

the most important mark to leave by thisissirius | 4.9k | “Dad, Buck’s not gonna say he wants a party. He doesn’t think you want a fuss.” Eddie is, apparently, a failure of a partner. “Buck—” “He told Abuela,” Chris says, matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t meant to hear but they thought I was sleeping. He knows you don’t like big celebration things unless they’re inside but he wants a backyard party. He wants fireworks because he thinks they’re cool and he never got them when he was as old as me. He also never got cake like I do. That’s really sad, Dad.”

I've Gotta Go by hideeho | 1.7k |  The team gets stuck on the side of the road. Bladders are tested and revelations are made.

#replies #buddie fic recs #buddie #Anonymous

[nugnthopkns]

Tk and play wrestling from the physical affection prompts 👉👈 please

ah thanks for stopping by 🥰 i love one yeehaw gremlin

14. play wrestling 

There’s never a dull moment with Travis. 

He’s always the life of the party, so by extension you are too. It doesn’t bother you the way you thought it would when the two of first got together, and now that it’s been nearly four years you’re used to it. The two of you are often the first to arrive at a function and the last to leave it. Travis just likes to have fun, and with how hard he works he deserves it. 

It’s early September and everyone is arriving back in Philadelphia. Training camp starts in a few weeks – from what you gather the boys are amped up and are really going to try for a cup run. You’re just enjoying the late summer in Philadelphia with the other partners, and you don’t mind having to fight for a spot in line to babysit the young ones. 

The Giroux’s were nice enough to host a team barbeque before life gets too crazy, and it’s where you currently find yourself. Upon arriving you ditched Travis to swoon over the newest generation of Flyers fans but you know he’s probably raising hell and failing at convincing Claude to let him man the grill. You’re so involved with the babies that you don’t notice he’s organized something akin to a pay-per-view game of chicken. There are shouts from the other corner of the yard but you pay them no mind, assuming one of the rookies isn’t shotgunning his drink up to standard. 

“Hey baby,” Travis says as he sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms securely around your waist.

You smile at the contact and lean into him. “Hi.” 

“There’s, uh, currently a bet running that I can beat you in chicken in under a minute.”

“Is that so?” you hum. “May I ask you started this bet?”

Travis laughs. “It was obviously me.” His comment has you turning to face him and quirking a brow in his direction. “We’re at nearly $200. Everyone has put in something. What do you say?”

“Who gets the money if I win?” you ask, seriously considering partaking. 

“Provy.”

His answer is enough to convince you, so you leave your group and head towards the swarm of cheering men. It takes a minute to calm them down but eventually they settle. You get the rundown on rules and the safety speech Claude insisted on giving, which you find endearing. It’s you versus Travis, and if he doesn’t knock you into the water within a minute you win. The people holding the two of you aren’t allowed to have their own battle. They’re simply just there to facilitate the bet. When all the bases are covered you’re allowed to pick your partners. 

“I want Nolan,” you say, pointing your finger at him for good measure. He gives you an intense hi-five and laughs when Travis gets upset. Obviously, he wanted to use his best friend. 

“Fine,” he grumbles, “I get Kevin.” The Bostonian is ecstatic to be involved in the festivities. 

The four of you are in the pool seconds later, getting situated and ready to face off. Nolan asks if you have a plan, but you shrug and let him know that all you have to do to win is strike before Travis gets comfortable. It’s a good enough plan for him and you slip onto his shoulders while Travis climbs on top of Kevin’s. 

On the pool deck, Claude is standing with a whistle and a stopwatch, trying his best to make it as official as possible. “Alright,” he says. “The clock starts now!”

With that, you blow Travis a quick kiss and immediately lunge to make contact with his stomach. Your shot is blocked, but Travis can’t get a strong enough grip on your shoulders to throw you off his friend. Thinking on your feet, you adjust your approach. You signal for Nolan to pull back and he does so carefully, trying to keep your balance. Travis yells at Kevin to follow you and leans into the attack. His centre of gravity is just misplaced enough that it only takes placing both of your hands on his right shoulder and shoving lightly to make him topple into the water. It’s a miraculously large splash, and you shout in victory.

“Fuck,” Travis groans as he resurfaces. You giggle at his reaction to losing and hop off Nolan’s shoulders. Making your way over to where he’s standing, you splash him gently before pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Think of it as a consolation prize,” you grin. 

Travis rolls his eyes but pulls you in for another one anyways.

☼☼☼☼

it’s blurb weekend :))

#i literally hate chicken but this was all i could come up with lmao #travis konecny blurb #travis konecny imagine #philadelphia flyers imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #blurb weekend! #cwrites

[dallonm-archive]

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july writing update

Hi friends! This writing update is me pretending I did Camp Nano and didn't kinda give up a week in! I had a proper goal and everything, but a lot of things got in the way that I'm not gonna talk about here because I already ranted about it in another update I'm drafting rn. Lets just say it's Disability Pride Month and being not neurotypical or able bodied in writing communities and their inherent focus on productivity is Hard.

But I did get some writing done and wanted to do a little Camp wrap up post regardless. And I'm doing it now because I'm cancelling the last week of July for some rest/self care and I do not want to think about writing for that time and if I write a tumblr post about July Nano being over my brain will think it's actually over <3 I will probably do updates like these for most months tho! Depends on how much I write lol! This one is not too long (by my standards) and has some Revelations, Revelations, Life Cycle of Massive Stars, Nocturne for the Holy and a new wip idea 👁️

excerpts under the cut!

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I'm also editing this in to say I only just realised that July is my writeblr birthday month and that is very weird to me! A year and a couple days ago I impulsively turned an old blog into a place to document writing for me and ended up meeting people who now mean the world to me and my writing blossoming in a way I never thought it would. And the funny part is it doesn't feel like it's been a year, ever since I joined it's just felt like life has Always been this way and I cannot fathom that it hasn't. I'm sappy bc it's 4am lol but ultimately the friends I made (you know who you are) and the community I found is what retaught me the value of writing and helped me unlearn toxic ideas and whilst the last year was tough I wish I could tell July 2020 Dallon (who did not realise he was Dallon yet </3) what July 2021 would look like.

revelations, revelations ;

Oh the absolute state of affairs with this book rn. Nothing bad but I don't know when I'm gonna update y'all because sometimes I do not know where to start when talking about this wip lol! Currently on a break with it (but also my thesis work is on late 20th century queer lit/history rn so am ever really free of RR? <3) but had a lot of fun with it at the end of June/start of July. Anyway here's Dorothy finally revealing more of herself to me after a year. Dorothy as a character is like, I truly believe she is capable of killing a man but the story she is in just does not allow that so I am trying to grow her unhinged side a little bit in other ways bc I know she has it in her but I also really cannot deal with the plot repercussions of her actually killing a man! I'm sorry Dotty but this'll have to do!

(cw for groping/a man being creepy as hell, death/funeral mention, drug mention, drowning imagery kinda)

There’s too much to tell Felix. That his sister lives on the fringe of Castro and has attended three funerals since September; that it’s January 11th and she’s already attended one this year. That his sister drives through sunsets and imagines parties: the amber dusk, warm mosaic tiles, platters of Greek salad skewers and shrimp tostadas, and sometimes Jolie joins her and they share a blunt on the hill. That his sister bought an aquamarine body-length dress for six bucks in a thrift store sale bin, so when her and Jolie broke up for the second time, she waltzed into a sunset party, locked arms with a CEO’s son and gave him a fake number and plucked strawberries out of champagne and blended so well nobody noticed when she left. That during the summer of ’83, his sister walked a neighbour’s Golden Retriever on Wednesdays, and on the sixth Wednesday he gave her a wad of tens with one hand and palmed the back of her neck with the other, so she walked his dog to the beach and stole another hundred from his wallet. That his sister bombed an interview for a Nursing school and didn’t get home until night and missed their monthly call, and Jolie heard the phone ring and didn’t take a message, so his sister snuck into the CEO’s son’s villa and floated in the centre of their heated pool like a cloud. A pause, a breath, an Opheliean threat.

life cycle of massive stars ;

Switched to LCOMS this month because I was burnt out with RR and it made such the difference! I really love working on two novels at once because it keeps me consistently creative but also both of these books are so different so its always refreshing to bounce back into one from another. I have a whole update in the drafts rn for this so keeping this part brief but still love this book, still the best thing that has ever happened to me, me and this book will have a glorious summer wedding etc etc. These excerpts are from chapters that summarise the first semester of each character's first year and have to say it. has been Very Fun to get into the mindset of Freshers Melodrama. Here's Junie having a crisis and an unhealthy relationship with her hetero flatmate :( (alcohol cw for both excerpts)

In October you are drinking double espresso and trying to breathe normally in lectures and you are trying to figure out your favourite colour because Fleur asked and you stumbled out an answer (Purple, I think. Violet? Lavender? Indigo?) and it didn’t match hers (I like yellow. I like sunlight). You buy mugs from IKEA to paint you paint cats and fireworks and constellations and moon phases and daisies. You try to scratch paint stains off your desk. You do laundry at 2am. In October you colour code your notes with pastel highlighters. You go to the library at 3am. You paint your nails sunlight and hate it. You finish an essay that’s due in December. You knock on Fleur’s door at 8am so she makes her 9am. You wear off the shoulder tops and you let a girl dab glitter on your collarbones and you are watching Fleur kiss a boy from the neighbouring hall. You bite your sunlight nails. You break the handle off your IKEA constellation mug. You leave your keys in a lecture hall and stand at the reception for forty minutes waiting for them to realise that the keys on the desk have the moon chain you mentioned - or, you are waiting to say it yourself. You are watching the rain trail down your window. In October you get a halo headband tangled in your hair you are sipping a vampire themed cocktail that tastes like acetone you rip your heels off and you go home early and do laundry at 2am and you are waiting for the courage to tell Fleur you don’t like clubbing - or, you are waiting for her to ask where you are. In October you are many things / a good student a dancer a painter an angel a big sister an alarm clock you are nocturnal and a lucid dreamer and confused about your sexuality / and it’s still October but it’s not because it’s November now and you are still Junie but not because you don’t know who Junie is. It’s November, it’s September October November December. It’s 2016 2017 2018 2019. You are fragments and you don’t know if you are a kaleidoscope or shattered glass.

And here's first year Tomas being like I Moved Countries For University And All I Got Was Homesickness And A Crush On My Flatmate And Resurging Autistic Symptoms And This Lousy T Shirt (cw: vomit mention, injection mention, parental death mention)

Kristen is seven months younger and five inches taller than you. He’s the last flatmate you met and the only one you talk to beyond kitchen greetings and passive aggressive texts about dirty dishes. He is too quiet and too loud and not the type of person you befriend. The first night, he lost Ring of Fire and downed the concoction of Echo Falls, Dark Fruits, Jack Daniels and coke, vodka and lemonade alongside a cigarette and said he’d let God figure out the rest. He held your hair back when you threw up amaretto and held onto your knee when you first self-injected testosterone. He taught you Yorkshire dialect and you pretended to understand the Yorkshire dialect. He told you he got diagnosed at four and you told him you didn’t get past the first assessment but sometimes you flick the bathroom light on and it’s fire: the orange on the orange towel is louder, the white on the white tiles are louder, the colours and light and sink and showerhead are prickly and all you can do is blink and breathe until it fizzles out. You reminded him to take his meds and asked if you were weak for wanting to drop out and hop on the first Eurostar to Rotterdam. He reminded you to take off your binder and asked if he was robotic for not grieving his mother. You spent inky nights on the kitchen floor, counting the dead flies in the lights and scooping crumbly coconut ice cream out of a maker you got for half price in TK Maxx. You spent dusk-dusted afternoons at the global street food markets, at the vegan markets. Spent student loans on raspberry lemonade in recycled cups, veggie burgers in beetroot buns, got him hooked on poffertjes and advocaat and could’ve cried when the vendor spoke to you in Dutch. Sometimes you didn’t buy anything. Just liked hovering at stalls ambered with fairy lights, writing down Etsy stores on your notes app; just liked Kristen’s impulse to trek forty minutes into the city for a market he didn’t know existed until five minutes before; just liked how he always invited only you, cancelling your other plans last minute, the feeling of being ambushed; just liked how he stopped to take photos of dogs and the sunset; just liked how he looked haloed under lampposts waiting for Ubers, golden on golden.

This is also nearing creative nonfiction because Sheffield truly is a haven for just. vegan markets and cafes lol! I experimented with veganism there and never struggled to find something and at this point I call myself a fake vegan because it's too easy to be vegan in Sheffield and too difficult to be vegan in my actual hometown. And the global street food markets!!! SO GOOD! I miss pre pandemic days

nocturne for the holy ;

Giving her a little shout out because she does exist actually! I've figured out a really good system for working on two novels at a time, so my plan is maybe to start properly on this after I finish either RR or LCOMS. Idk I got 3 novels to pick from haha oops! I did do some free drafting back in April though and found it recently and I Like It! And I edited it so it counts as Something I Did This Month :) Also have decided that I loathe this working title <3 Okay see you with an update for this novel in like a year, sorry for the absolute zero context for this excerpt hehe

The morning I was due back, I hadn’t yet decided that this would be my last visit. I wandered between rooms like an overstayed guest, like I didn’t know which crockery lived in which cabinet and which bedroom had the best view of the overlapped hills. Dad would wake for his run in an hour, plastered to his twenty-year-old routine. Mum would pretend to be asleep until breakfast. Until then, it was myself and the house, hazed by sleepy sunrise. Downstairs. The peeling paisley wallpaper in the lounge, the lilies in the middle of the kitchen table, the vases of candy floss pink peonies wilting on every windowsill, the desolate double swing-set in the garden. The mist-clogged mornings. I stood outside in my dressing-gown until my fingertips felt numb. Upstairs. The sage coloured bathroom. The bathtub I’d laze in with my clothes on and no water because it was the quietest room in the house. The dusty dance trophies on the top of my wardrobe. Wine-flushed Jeanette in my teenage bedroom. The stale grey mum painted my teenage bedroom after I moved out. Minus their room, I stalked the layout of the house three times before settling back into bed - teenage Nora’s bed. Nora who cared for peonies and pushed her brother on the swing set and flung her ceramic ballerina at the wall and jogged with her father and collected wine bottles and acorns and kisses from girls who were supposed to visit for dance practice. Before I left, I’d have cycled each room another three times. And in every room he was there, hovered in the corner like black mould.

love this update bc it's like i've got my third person, my second person, my first person! collecting all the POVs like chaos emeralds :)

eulogy for our burnings ;

-looks away-

girl help I did it AGAIN!!!! Apparently Camp Nano is just the perfect time for me to get novel ideas. I made this post specifically to talk a bit about this because I have no idea when I'll draft it but it's certainly not soon. This is not me trying to doubt my own skill but I feel like I am not in the place I'd like to be as a writer to tackle this project with the zest it needs, however I am v excited by the prospect of it! Don't know how I feel about the working title bc I'm like "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about this wip to dispute it" but the only purpose my working titles serve is to sound pretty lol! But here's the tea:

1991, UK.

2nd person present + past. Very flexible form. I can't decipher how yet but I'm feeling interviews, newspaper articles, receipts, grocery store lists weaved with actual narrative, that kinda vibe.

Best summary is we follow our nameless narrator, a stealth trans man, as he becomes unhealthily obsessed with a man who "hires" him to photograph the buildings he burns

Very,,, isolated? Minimal settings, minimal characters, minimal prose etc. Almost claustrophobic

There's basically only two characters and they are probably the most morally deplorable, indefensible characters I've created which just means most of you are gonna LOVE this /lh I do too I do too

Only comp title I can give is it has the vibes/tone of Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (just with none of the nsfw content lol if you've read the book you know what I'm talking about) (also that book is great for morally deplorable women protagonists but omg look up the content warnings because it caught me off guard! enjoyed it tho gave it 4 stars)

The pinterest board is the best visualisation of the Vibes also follow me on pinterest lol

And that's all I've got today! A bigger Life Cycle of Massive Stars update coming in the next few weeks. Might do a proper intro post for Eulogy For Our Burnings but idk!!! It's a surprise :) Thank you for reading this far!

#also i have LOTS to catch up on so if u tagged me in anything im gonna do a big queue of rb's soon! #promise im not ignoring anybody! #just barely functioning <3 #atlastracking #writing update #revelations revelations #life cycle of massive stars #nocturne for the holy #eulogy for our burnings

[tkstrrand]

✨ mini tarlos fic ✨

Ao3 / 1.2k / Tarlos

So this was written for the flash fic challenge on one of the amazing tarlos discord servers, thank you to @djdangerlove who arranged this💗 

20 minutes to write and the prompt was: "I let you down" + the word "Savor" 

Title: Stay close to people who feel like sunshine.

Summary: TK attends a call which brings back feelings and memories he had buried deep. After, Carlos and Tommy provide TK with some words of advice and comfort.

There had been a party occurring and the crew had been called out as a boy had collapsed and no one knew why. As they weaved through the crowd and heard the mummers an idea of what had happened, TK gripped the medical bag next to him harder, his knuckles growing white. When they reached the boy two of his friends were sitting next to him, shaking his unmoving body.

One of the boys looked up at the EMT crew, his eyes shining with tears, “He-he took something, I don’t know what,” TK felt the cold realisation run through his body. He stopped in his tracks, the bag in his hand dropping to the ground with a thud.

“You don’t know what he took?” He heard Tommy ask, kneeling down to check the boys pulse.

The kid shook his head, running his hands through his hair, “Some pills I think? Molly, Oxy I don’t know?” He stuttered, stumbling back from his friend.

TK kelt next to the young boy, he must have been around 16 maybe 17, practically a child. TK could see Tommy and Nancy saying something to him, their lips moving and their faces screwed up in worry, but TK could hear nothing. 

The only thing he could hear was the intense beating of his heart and the ringing in his ears. TK’s hands were frozen in front of him as he just stared at the pale face of the boy, he should do something, he needed to help. He wanted to help, wanted to move his hands but he couldn’t, his breathing caught in his throat and TK just watched as his crew mates worked to save his life. 

TK felt a presence next to him, hands reaching out to help his captain.

Carlos.

The three of them worked and after chest compressions and Narcan the kid surged forward, coughing and gagging, Tommy turned him onto his side and the kid began to breathe again. He was alive, TK could hear as people around started to calp but TK still didn’t move, his breathing still quick and harsh in his chest. Tommy and Nancy spoke to the boy, moving him onto the gruny they had wheeled in with them. TK managed to move his fingers, then his hand and eventually he was able to stand up, his legs feeling weak and unsteady. Tommy and Nancy wheeled the boy out of the room and TK watched as Carlos picked up the medical bag by TK’s feet, his hand coming to rest on his lower back, TK savoured the comforting touch but it did little to subside the guilt welling in his chest, “Come on, lets go,” Carlos whispered leading TK out of the room. 

TK sat on the curb, his hands linked together, his elbows resting on his knees. TK played with his fingers, looking down at the tarmac “You okay?” Tommy said, coming to sit next to him. 

TK stared ahead, his fingers fidgeting harder, “I froze,” He whispered, “The kid was lying there dying and I just...froze,” TK continued, his voice getting caught in his throat like the words didn’t want to leave, like if he didn’t say them they might not be true. He looked over at his captain, her image growing blurry as tears pricked the corner of his eyes, “I let you down,” He croaked.

Tommy cocked her head to the side, “No you didn’t TK,” She comforted.

“Carlos had to step in I-” TK just shook his head, the tears rolling down his cheek, “I wanted this job so bad and I screwed it up,” he said, a sad laugh escaping his lips

“Do you remember my first day?” Tommy asked. TK gave a small nod, “When I was at the roller derby, when I was looking down at that girl…” TK looked back over at his captain as he stopped talking, her eyes seemingly focusing on a spot in the distances, “I froze,” She admitted, TK felt his eyes growing wider “It doesn’t mean you're a bad paramedic if you freeze, it means you’re human,” She smiled, reaching out to give his knee a small squeeze.

TK took in a large breath, noticing Carlos coming over to the pair. Tommy gave a final squeeze before standing up, Calros coming to sit down next to TK, “Hey,” He softly said.

“Hey,” TK smiled, “Thank you, for stepping in,” TK sighed, “You shouldn’t of had to do that,”

“Tommy and Nancy had it handled,” Carlos said, reaching out to entwine his fingers with TK’s “It’s okay Ty,” Carlos soothed.

“I just-” TK bit his lip, “I just saw that kid and all I could think about was...” He trailed off, looking over at Carlos, his face showing he understood what TK was going to say. All he could think about was New York, all he could think about was himself lying lifeless on the floor. 

Carlos leaned forward, placing a kiss on TK’s forehead, his own forehead coming to rest on it, “It’s alright,” He whispered. Carlos moved his head back, taking his hand from TK’s and wrapping it around TK’s shoulder, pulling him closer. TK felt the tension start to drain from his body as he rested against Carlos' side. “You did good TK,” Carlos said into TK’s hair.

“I didn’t do anything,” TK muttered against Carlos' shoulder, “You, Tommy and Nancy saved him,” TK said.

TK felt Carlos take in a deep breath, “You’re not the only person who has froze at a scene Ty,” TK looked up at Carlos, still not moving from his side, “Yeah we’re first responders but we’re also people, and sometimes people struggle,” TK knew it made sense, he never judged anyone who had froze at a scene, after all their jobs were far from easy. But TK didn’t freeze, TK ran towards danger with a smile on his face yet today when someone had needed him...

“I got this job to help people,” TK argued, his brows pulled together.

“You do TK,” Carlos said, “I have watched you saved life after life and deal with impossible circumstances,” TK turned his head so he was resting it on Carlos shoulder again, “You’re a great paramedic TK, please don’t ever forget that,” Carlos whispered, placing a kiss on the top of TK’s head. 

TK watched as Tommy and Nancy closed the back of the ambulance door, “I should get going, shifts not over,” TK sighed, reluctantly pulling his head from Carlos' shoulder. TK gave a pout as Carlos unwrapped his arm from around TK, the pair of them standing up.

Carlos reached out, wrapping his arms around TK’s shoulder, “Alright, I’ll see you tonight?” He asked.

TK smiled, nodding, “Of course,” TK moved forward, placing a kiss against Carlos lips, “I love you,” He soothed.

Carlos smiled back, placing a kiss on TK’s cheek, watching as the man's smile grew, “I love you too Ty,” Carlos breathed, pulling his arms back.

TK gave Carlos’s hand a quick squeeze before he jogged back to the truck, jumping in the front of the vehicle next to Nancy who was at the wheel.

“You ready?” Nancy asked.

TK looked out the passenger window, watching as Carlos gave him a small wave, a soft smile on his face. TK smiled as he spoke, “Yeah I’m ready,” He breathed, savouring the sight of the man he loved as they pulled out of the lot.

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos fic #tuserjamie #usersneetches #ashleykru

[akookminsupporter]

The reason why people treat Jikook differently and are willing to die on the hill that TK are still best friends/possibly in a relationship, and how even if they're not shippers, they'd defend TK but not KM boils down to Jimin and what he represents in their minds. There is a big TK account a couple of years ago said some really disturbing things about JM, saying he had a personality disorder and was a pyschopath. She was a teacher and a mother and today she has two accounts and people still defend her. In one of her problematic tweet she praised TH for not crying whinning about his voice like JM and having perfect vocals! There are so many Taekookers and even ARMY who say stuff like this about JM, who constantly compare the two like they're the absolute opposite and that must mean one is bad and the other is good. Just last week there was a discussion in some part of fandom about how JM drinks alcohol and gets drunk but TH doesn't like alcohol taste and never drinks! It was a funny discussion given that they're 25! and there is nothing wrong with drinking alcohol in moderation! and that TH does drink, has done so a couple of times on vlive, as JM and JK, and had even crashed a Minimoni vlive while tipsy of whisky, as he said! The discussion had a tone of a virgin maiden Vs the harlot LOL reminded me of how in middle school girls used to argue over how Miley was the bad party girl and Selena was the good innocent girl (If you don't know they both dated Nick Jonas hence the rivalry) sidenote, I was surprised that Taekookers don't only twist out of form Jikook relationship, but vmin as well! There was TK thread that thought it was clever and woke, about how "people ONLY shipped KM because JM looked feminine so girls project onto him and TK were more realistic despite both being manly because how majority of real gay men in real life!" It was so tone deaf, reducing JM to a stereotype girl project onto, the very same thing they criticise. But it showed how these people think of him. He is everything they hate and feel threatened by. 99% of fans who do this are females and they literally see JM as this manefistation of everything they perceive as bad and threatening in a woman, like demanding, drinks, emotional, acts sexy, has a temper (another argument about how TH is the patient one), extra, over the top, loud personality, and I have seen the more extreme arbitrary labels associated with women like bitchy, slut, manipulative, and so on be thrown at him. I don't agree fandom treats JK the same, in this scenario, he is the man everyone wants. The fandom tends to see him as a victim of JM. Even when they disrespect him by making him to be mean and rude to his hyung, it's because his hyung is inappropriate and making him uncomfortable.

I've often wondered if the people who hate Jimin have seen the same content as me, because I don't understand where the hate comes from, because it's hate. I understand not liking a person, but hating them simply because they are... good person? And look, I don't understand but at the same time I understand why some shippers hate him but when I see non shippers hating him? making fun of him. Talking bad about him I really don't get it, and you go into their accounts and read their bios that say 0T7 or that they love bts, JIMIN IS PART OF BTS.

I'm tired of people saying that Jimin is a woman and I'm damn tired of people basically saying that being a woman is bad. Damn those people came out of a woman's vagina! A lot of those people who hate Jimin are women! But the main insult they use is comparing him to a woman or saying he's basically a woman?! 

MALDITA SEAN TODOS ELLOS. 

I once made a post about this hate towards Jimin from a part of the fandom and I said that among other things the reason they hate Jimin is because he is everything they are not and will never be. And he has everything they will never have, and I don't just mean material things.

Disrespect from the fandom towards Jungkook also exists but not on the same level as towards Jimin. And it will also depend on which part of the fandom it comes from.

#anon #ask #JM #if you hate jimin fuck you

[shrimpngritcakes]

Buddie prompt #3: 9-1-1 & Lone Star crossover idea

I’m putting this idea here for someone to claim if they wish. It was originally posted on Ao3 (now with additions), but deleted it due to ToS. If anyone wants this prompt, please comment below so I can delete it after you copy it to prevent similar stories.

His breaking point was a kiss.

One he knew he wasn't supposed to see. With anyone else he would feel like a voyeur, but all he could feel was a dark emptiness opening in his chest.

With Eddie’s truck being in the shop for a tie rod that had broken while at work, sending Eddie into a storm of cursing in Spanish, Ana had picked him up for their latest date.

And dropped him off.

If was a horrible fluke that Buck had stood up to look out the window at just the wrong moment. He should have been in the spare bedroom asleep after a grueling 24 surrounded by all the things he had brought with him when he moved in all those weeks ago.

Buck makes his excuses to leave while Eddie is completely confused and trying to get him to talk. Eddie tries to call Buck but he doesn't pick up.

Buck goes to see Bobby and Athena. It all spills out, including not feeling wanted by his parents. Bobby thinks Eddie is being an idiot but keeps this to himself. He suggests a leave of absence for mental health. Bobby receives permission from his superior to place Buck on open ended leave after giving him a brief explanation of the situation. Ending with him saying to Bobby, “That poor boy. If I ever meet that boy's parents…”

Bobby answers, “Get in line, but there may not be anything left after Athena gets them first.”

TK is surprised to find a sleeping Buck in his Jeep in the parking lot of the 126. An off duty Carlos takes him back to his place where he crashes on the couch. Buck has a nightmare and Carlos talks him down.

Owen calls Bobby saying he has his boy and they'll take care of them. He has a plan and discusses it with Bobby. The whole absence makes the heart grow fonder concept.

“Is it mutual?”

“I’m not 100% sure, but…”

“You can't tell Eddie. Even if he begs for answers for his son, you need to stand strong. It needs to be him asking for himself. If this goes wrong… We'll take Buck in here. He'll have a home with the 126. It will take a while, but we'll help put him back together as best we can until he's back on his feet. He won't be alone.”

Bobby wipes at his face, “Thank you."

“Let's hope this works.”

Eddie is worried and confused why Buck never came home. His phone is going straight to voicemail. Now he isn't there for his shift. Another man comes in and introduced as Buck's temporary replacement. Eddie asks Bobby where Buck is, but he won't give him a straight answer. Eddie is shocked as Bobby's tone is harsh and he glaring at him. Bobby later apologized and explains that Buck requested that only he and Maddie know where he is. Eddie tries to dig, but Bobby just shakes his head with a, “I'm sorry, Eddie. I can't tell you.”

Eddie asks Maddie, but she just slams the door in his face. Chim doesn’t know as she's refusing to tell them where Buck is. Chim delivers her handwritten apology the next day to Eddie. It states Buck needs space from everything, but mostly leaves out the part about Eddie (only one or two things that hint, but it goes over Eddie's head).

Athena almost breaks down and calls Eddie a fool before storming away to her police cruiser. She doesn't know where he is because Bobby refuses to tell her (which she finds annoying yet commendable), but she was there for the why when Buck broke down. She'll apologize after Buck and Eddie return. Hopefully together.

Filler with Buck and the 126 and Carlos. Judd takes him out on a horse like he did Capt. Strand. Fill a pothole on how Grace and him are so accepting of TK's sexuality despite being religious.

A Facetime therapy session where Copeland assures him its okay to get away for a while.

Eddie doesn't quite realize yet that he's slowly losing it, but the others can tell.

Paul and Buck have a conversation.

Christopher asking where Buck is because it's movie night. Eddie doesn't have an answer.

Eddie rages in the station gym trying to understand. He almost gets it, but he thinks Buck is jealous of Eddie, not Ana. Cue Hen groaning under her breath, "You almost got it, Eddie. Come on. Keep thinking."

TK, Carlos, and Paul take Buck out to a club. TK talks absentmindedly to the bartender, even showing him/her a picture of Eddie from Insta. Word spreads about the "new guy," Buck. Others keep the “creeps" away from Buck. Buck loosens up a little while there.

Buck Facetimes Christopher on Carla's phone, only for Eddie to walk in just as Buck is hanging up. He sees Buck's panicked/sad face right before he hangs up. He tries to call back, but doesn't get an answer. Carla huffs and shakes her head. "Figure it out yourself, hun. I can't give you this answer. You need to find it for yourself." Cue Eddie even more confused. This is all just about Buck's parents and jealous over Ana... Isn't it?

Roller derby to cheer on Marjan with the bartender flirting with Buck, who is all kinds of flustered. Carlos, TK, and the others tease him mercilessly.

A massive fire where Buck offers his help. Paul gives Buck as sidehug in gratitude.

Eddie almost punching the mechanic because his truck still isn't done.

Marjan takes Buck out to do something crazy because she's Firefox. (Buck is still starstruck). Maybe skydiving or they race each other at wall climbing? Cue competitive banter.

Owen keeping Bobby updated on Buck.

Buck eventually asks for a transfer. Owen asks if this is what he really wants. Buck just shrugs and asks helplessly what other option he has.

(Optional: Bucks gets up quietly at night for a glass of water and stumbles onto Carlos and TK having sex/making out in the kitchen. Buck either flees in embarrassment or is stunned into watching with Carlos and TK aware that he's there. All parties awkward and/or embarrassed the next morning until TK bursts into giggles and laughter.)

Eddie's relationship with Ana is rapidly deteriorating. Christopher has a full on tantrum. Eddie has to koala hug him on the floor, after Ana brings him back home from a not very good date as Eddie's thoughts were on Buck. Ana tries to help calm him down but Chris screams at her about Buck not being around as much as soon as she started dating his dad. “I hate you! I hate you!” He yells her to get out. Ana still tries to talk. Carla snaps at her to leave. She still tries.

Eddie is spiraling. Flashback of that kiss he really wasn’t ready for, but Ana had asked. It dawns on him that that was the night Buck disappeared. Why would Buck leave because of that? Chris is repeatedly asking her to leave, but she's not listening. She's not listening to his son. He finally snaps and demands that she leaves. She storms out. Relationship dead in the water.

Carla can only watch as Eddie breaks from it all.

The original plan has failed, so it’s time for the final attempt. A blatant hammer strike to Eddie's head to knock some sense into him.

Bobby calls Eddie into his office. He shows Eddie transfer papers from Buck along with a list of Buck's possessions to be boxed and shipped. Eddie is speechless. Thoughts of Christopher and losing Buck. He's losing Buck.

He shows Eddie an email he received and Eddie slowly scrolls through, It's full of captioned pictures. Such as:

-Buck staring off into the distance on a horse.

-Buck curled on a couch looking lost.

-Buck looking drool-worthy in club clothes. The caption: “Holy sh@t! If I wasn't already happily taken…”

-Showing Buck blushing as someone talks in his ear.

-Smiling yet not reaching his eyes while dancing.

-Sitting with his head buried in his hands on the engine’s bumper.

-Helping man a hose at a large blaze captioned with “Yes, we had permission for him to be there.” Followed by a picture of someone (Paul, but Eddie can’t see his face as he’s looking at the ground and hidden by his helmet) sidehugging a sweaty dusty still geared up Buck around the neck with a hand resting on his head.

A video. It's Buck spilling everything curled up in someone's arms (maybe Carlos or Grace). “Why am I always alone! What about me?” Mentions of Abby and Ali. His failed dates. Everyone pairing up. Losing part of his sister to Chim after finally having her back in his life after so many years apart. “And Eddie! Eddie… Why does love hurt so much?” mentioning Chris. Etc.

Eddie is shaking. It finally clicks why Buck left.

One more video. It's Capt. Strand and the 126 facing the camera. He knows where Buck is now - Austin, Texas.

“Buck doesn't know we're putting all this together. He’s asleep. We may or may not have knocked him out with sleeping pills.”

They all lay it out for Eddie. Eddie feels all kinds of stupid and blind. “Now, you have a choice here, Edmundo Diaz…”

“Why… Oh my god. This entire time… ”

“Do you love him, Eddie? As more than a friend? Or am I signing these papers?”

A few seconds after Eddie runs out of the room, a sigh comes from the speaker phone. “I'll get things set up.”

“Thank you, Owen. For everything.”

“You're welcome.”

The whole firehouse going up in a cheer after Eddie floors out of the parking lot in his thankfully finally fixed truck. Hen is shaking Chim or vice versa.

Carla agrees over the phone to keep Christopher after Eddie blurts everything out to her, ending with a “Go get him, Eddie.”

“Did everyone see this but me?” Carla is laughing as she hangs up.

Buck sees Owen call TK over and whispering in his ear. Tk has an interesting reaction before running out of the room with his phone already to his ear.

Flashbacks as Eddie is scrolling through his pictures on his phone while on an airplane. How he missed it. How he didn't understand himself. His fall had been so slow he hadn't even realized it until it was almost, or maybe is, too late. His seatmate makes a comment on his happy “family," and it’s a kick to Eddie's already flayed emotions.

Judd is there to pick him up at the airport, which surprised him.

He's dropped off at a club. Judd makes a snarky comment after handing Eddie a hotel room key card through the window. Eddie rolls his eyes as Judd drives off laughing. The bouncer, having seen the Diaz blazoned on the back of his LAFD shirt, waves Eddie inside, skipping the line. The whispering starts as soon as he enters. Word had spread and they had been hoping for Buck. “Is that…”

“I think so.”

He's shocked as the crowd starts to part for him. The music lowers in volume. People are staring and he's embarrassed, etc., but he sees Buck, who TK has made sure looks phenomenal. Taking a deep breath, he squares his shoulders and walks forward.

Buck is dancing between Carlos and TK. He feels Carlos start smacking TK on the back before they pull away from him. They’re both grinning so wide he suspects their faces are hurting. TK is not so quietly squealing in excitement.

A hand covers his eyes from behind. He immediately recognizes the body wash smell. “Eddie…”

Mini conversation/argument, neither realizing the club has gone dead silent, with Eddie yelling “Because I love you, you idiot!”

The entire club loses it with TK whooping, jumping with a fist punch, and laughing.

End there with a kiss, at the hotel room which may or may not get steamy, or Buck telling Christopher he's home with Chris tackling him to the ground.

#buddie #free buddie prompt

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Hi, I know you’re a fan of namjoon so I wanted to ask your thoughts on this ring thing? I’m kinda new and assumed all these namjoon is married with kids stuff were a joke. But some people seem to totally believe that. I mean where he’d get the time to see a partner and kids is beyond me but who knows? Anyways I was looking at some of their recent pics and he doesn’t wear it all the time - which if it was a couples ring - wouldn’t he? I thought maybe he would only wear it if they were appearing on Run or Korean shows, but he didn’t have it on for either of the new shows they’ve been on recently, as they may not have been as widely watched. I mean I guess it’s none of our business - but I’m trying to rip of my delulu hat for making me think Seokjin gave it to him 🙈

Hi anon, I hope you don’t mind that I’ll combine my answer for you with my answer to another ask since I feel like they fall into the same kind of category, as in people taking things too far and/or blowing things out of proportion. And, coincidentally, both have something to do with rings.

I’ll start with your question though and give you another example that followed a very similar trajectory as the omg namjoon is married with kids because ring narrative/theory. Some months ago, Namjoon posted a few pictures on twitter and among them was a picture of him with another guy wearing a green sweater. His face though was covered. At first ARMY didn’t think much of it, but then, eventually, someone started a joke that “remember that sweater Joon wore for BV4? The guy is wearing the same one, what if that's his boyfriend?” and it went viral.

It started out completely harmless with hundreds of positive and funny tweets made in good humor, no one taking it that seriously knowing that we’d never find out even if it were true. But, as the jokes started to simmer down, everyone had their laugh, the next wave came in and this one decided that this isn’t a joke at all but serious matter. Quickly this harmless fun turned into a witch hunt of “ARMY” trying to figure out who the guy might be, if he is Namjoon’s mysterious friend that once sent him a coffee truck with custom drawn designs on it, perhaps the same one with whom Namjoon already once posted a picture sitting on this garden porch swing type thing, some even trying to prove that the guy is either Seokjin (in which case, what would be the need to cover his face?) or Florist Isaac whom they met during that one RUN episode.

So, very quickly a few idiots turned harmless fun into something almost malicious and got into fights with ARMY who were trying to tell them to stop.

The ring thing followed a similar story. It was once a harmless joke based on the fact that Namjoon wants to have kids one day, so some made jokes about what if he’s already married but we just didn’t know etc. But very quickly that got out of hand as well, going as far as people claiming the little girl in his pictures which he posted around his birthday or something is his daughter (even though it was said it’s probably the child actress from BTS WORLD) and that him making jokes (during a BangtanB while trying on glasses before their MOTS7 press con) about his child being able to read/write hangul at a very young age wasn’t jokes at all but solid proof of the fact that he is married with a child (despite the fact that he would’ve had to have gotten married and his wife pregnant not long after their debut for the timeline to even work out somehow which makes it seem even more ridiculous). This even went as far as people spamming the comments during this vlives with questions about it, flooded his selcas on twitter with questions and “jokes” and, again, attacked anyone who told them to stop.

In all of this, watching it happen from the sidelines as someone whose bias is Namjoon, I was confused why these particular rings (which I don’t even think were the same ones each time) caused such a reaction. The members have all worn so many different rings over the years, on all fingers, sometimes even like eight at the same time, and yet it wasn’t until 2020 and their KBS interview after their first BBH100 #1 that things went bonkers. All because Namjoon decided to take the ring off before they started filming or something.

In all of this I see two things that make me wonder:

When would he have the time to find a girl (since same sex marriage is not a thing in Korea) with whom he would have enough time to befriend her, trust her (considering who Namjoon is, that one is a major thing), fall in love, date and be together for a few years, and then get married? From Seokjin we know they have maybe two or three days off a month and work at least ten hours a day on their BH regulated schedules. Add to that the time they spend in the studio working on music outside of schedules, gym time, a few hours of sleep, and perhaps a few scarce hours of free time to (in Namjoon’s case) go to a museum or ride his bike, does that really leave enough time for romance (with an outsider) that leads to marriage (and a child)?

Is age 26 at the height of their career really the time for marriage? Even more so when you are someone like Namjoon, the leader of the world’s biggest group with more responsibilities than we can likely imagine as outsiders. Sure, he said he wants kids, but he can still have those in his thirties, he can also get married in his thirties, after all, life does not end once you hit thirty despite what some teens believe.

Lastly, I actually think that if it were true, Namjoon, or really anyone from the hyung line, would be the ones who wouldn’t have to hide it, at least not when compared to the maknaes. You could argue that “it would threaten their career” but would it really? Perhaps if the ring were from a man (some namjinists did make jokes that it’s like his promise ring from Seokjin or whatever, but it was all in good fun, nothing more than that), then yes, but connected to a woman? That one member from EXO also came out and said he’s getting married because his fiancé was pregnant and all it did was cause a few fansites to close and a handful of people to “protest” in front of the SM building. 

Little correction about my comments about that EXO member, though even with this my point still stands:

From anon: Re: your last post about namjoon’s rings! I agree with everything you said but just a small correction. I’m not an EXO stan but it wasn’t just a a few “protests” or fansites closing. From what I read online, he his fiancée and later wife, and his child were harassed, threatened and stalked to the point where he enlisted early just to give his family some relief. We all know there are people like this in every fandom and I know BTS would be aware of these things, so they’ll be extra careful.

Would there be delulus like this who’d go crazy if Namjoon were to say “ARMY, I’m (getting) married”? Of course. Would it ruin BTS’ career? I seriously doubt it. Do I think Namjoon would actually come out and say it if it were the case? No, but not because it’s bad idol etiquette or because BH wouldn’t allow him, but because people are insane and who knows what they would do.

It’s the same with times when people argue “I wish X ML members would just say he has a girlfriend so the ship wars would end” without taking into consideration the girl’s safety and the fact that a partner different than the one X member is shipped with has never been that big of an obstacle for some before. Just create a conspiracy theory about the company forcing this upon them and voila problem solved. We’ve seen that before when the tattoo scandal happened, and people thought JK might be dating that tattoo artist and therefore it would mean he isn’t in a relationship with Jimin or Tae.

Whatever happens in the members private lives, it is safer for all parties involved if it stays private, even more so if their romantic partners were non-idols, or non-celebrities, or another member.

Now onto the second ring question:

From anon: I am a young army and I am slowly losing my bearings. I've seen Vlive S, H and V. Many say it was a Tk*ok day (?) And all three emphasized it, and the V even wore the friendship ring for Jungkook. Is it true? I don't understand anything about it, I don't see it. After the last BTS interview on TV, I thought Vmin are best friends, not Tk*ok. I thought V said he didn't want Tk*ok and yet he was so happy during Vlive because it was Tk*ok day? Help!

Now this one, I was curious if we’d get an ask about this, even more since, if you’re a reader of our blog, you likely already know what I’m going to say.

Let’s start where you usually do—at the beginning. The day of the vlive coincided with what T*ek*okers have decided on is T*ek*ok Day, based on how supposedly some years ago this was the day Tae and JK named their subunit like this. I tried to find where exactly this happened, as in in which piece of official content, but I couldn’t find anything except for a screenshot. Anyone have a clue or a link?

Side note: T*ek*okers love using the “ship” naming as proof that not only are they real but also proudly showing it off by giving themselves a name but continently forget that they are not the only ones who gave themselves subunit names. After all Jimin and Namjoon named themselves MiniMoni, or Yoongi and Jimin who are MiniMini, Namjoon and Seokjin calling themselves RJRJ last year, or that one vlive with JK, Jimin and Seokjin where they also put together their names the way you build ship names. At the end of that vlive Tae, thanks to come prompting from the chat, named their trio vsope, so does that mean they are a romantic ship now too?

If you were watching that vlive as it was happening, and decided to look at the chat, then you know what was happening. For those who did not, basically the chat was flooded with comments about T*ek*ok Day, asking where JK is whom Tae loves, where his boyfriend JK is, congratulating Tae for T*ek*ok Day etc. Basically shippers took their shipping into a space where it doesn’t belong, into a space where the members can see it, and therefore purposefully broke one of the shipping rules (I even saw some tweet about how they were proud of themselves for literally spamming the chat with T*ek*ok comments which is so wrong, and I mean that regardless of which ship we talk about). In between those were the usual other comments like speak English or say hello to XYZ or say XYZ in whatever language, and very few comments that actually reacted to what the members were doing on screen. Like when Tae said he didn’t shave, instead of telling him that it’s fine, which it is, it’s his face after all, some decided to tell him he should shave more often, basically telling him what to do, which he saw and read out. Great job.

But all the madness came to a “climax” when Hobi was reading comments and among some other ones read out T*ek*ok, just the word not the T*ek*ok Day ones, and unfortunately we all knew he wasn’t reading out the Korean word for Thailand, which sounds the same though it is spelled a little differently. In that moment all hell broke loose. Focus cams of Tae’s facial expression in that moment went viral among shippers, most of course claiming he looked so happy, while other non-shippers claimed he didn’t look happy at all. It’s a micro moment so I won’t get into it, who knows what Tae thought in that moment and what his facial expression meant and if it even had any connection to the word and Hobi reading it out loud at all.

Because he read that comment, Hobi was basically crowned the new leader of the T*ek*ok shippers (I thought that role already went to Jimin?) and twitter basically had a meltdown.

As for the ring, I know this is something a lot of ships have, with romantic connotations according to their shippers, so I was curious how these rings supposedly look like in T*ek*ok’s case and if they even match the ring that Tae wore in the vlive. If it would, fine, if not, well…

If it’s not clear from the picture, the “supposed couple” or friendship rings are very delicate and thin, and sure enough I did find a lot of pictures in which both Tae and JK wore them, usually at different times, I will admit that. But the ring Tae wore during their vlive recently was much thicker and had some kind of design on it, therefore it’s a completely different one. Sorry. Why he wore it, if he bought it for himself or received it from someone, what emotional connotation to may or may not have, those are things we won’t know anything about unless he would tell us, so there's no point in speculating.

“Many say it was a Tk*ok day (?) And all three emphasized it” now this is curious to me since I watched the vlive as it was happening, and I didn’t see that at any point in the vlive. Sure, Hobi read that one comment, but if 95% of comments were about that, I wasn’t even surprised by it. Perhaps he thought that it would get people to stop? Perhaps he just read whatever comments his eyes landed on? Perhaps something else entirely? We have no way of knowing it so there is no point in trying to fixate on it. But besides that, they were talking about many other things and having fun making their smoothies, decorating them and just having a good time together with each other and with ARMY. 

So, this way of presenting the vlive basically comes down to shipper perception, confirmation bias, and simply, almost, rewriting history.

Rings do not determine who your best friend is (according to a quick google search, wearing a ring on your index finger simply means friendship or self-esteem/authority), after all many of the members have rings either from each other or ones that match, like Namjoon buying Jimin a Cartier ring for his birthday a few years ago which Jimin proudly wore since it’s really pretty, or pink and blue rings (there are several different ones, actually) that Namjoon has worn with Seokjin in the past (which fits into the Namjinist pink and blue agenda), or the rings Jimin and JK have together according to their shippers, and many more. Jimin and Tae have a whole plethora of matching jewelry in form of necklaces, rings, bracelets, even contact lenses (as in wearing one of each pair to match each other), some which were chosen by their stylists and others they bought themselves for themselves (which are all conveniently “forgotten” by those who ship either big ML ship). Though we’ve seen that even with clothes given by their stylists they were still the ones to choose their own accessories, like Namjoon choosing a pair of glasses from a whole box of different ones, or the members choosing rings from two big boxes before going on stage.

Tae himself said, on multiple occasions across multiple years, that Jimin is his best friend, even his one and only best friend, and that he’s the one he likes most which he even proclaimed on national TV. As long as Tae doesn’t say that this has changed in the last, what, two weeks and suddenly JK is officially his new best friend, those who claim otherwise are basically nothing but shippers pushing a narrative that willfully ignores Tae’s own words. Just like they ignore and twist his Weverse comment about how T*ek*okers should get out of their imagination. What doesn’t fit is ignored or adjusted until it does fit.

Lastly, sure enough, Tae really was happy during that vlive but I’m fairly certain (though neither you, them or I will ever know for sure, we’re not in Tae’s head) it had absolutely no connection to T*ek*ok Day, something shippers created and not Tae and JK themselves, seeing as Tae has been in a very good and happy mood for a few months now. Whatever makes him so happy, I truly hope it’ll continue making him happy and I wish shippers (and solo stans) would stop trying to force a reason (which fits them) upon his emotions.

I know it’s easy to get confused by how loud shippers are online, especially as young ARMY (in this case both ARMY who are young age wise but also young in the sense of being new to the fandom), but shipper opinions, in many cases, are just noise, and also noise twisted and skewed a certain way to suit them. If you kept to OT7 spaces on the day of that vlive, no one really paid attention to the ring, most were annoyed by and furious at the shamelessness of the shippers in the comments, and tried to just focus on how fun the vlive was instead.

#answered ask #answered ask by admin 1 #Namjoon #Taehyung #BTS

[so-writing]

The Head Tolerates What The Heart Wants - Nolan Patrick (6)

Summary: You and Nolan broke up a few months ago and you’re both conflicted. Chaos ensues.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

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“I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” Ash set a cup of steaming coffee down in front you, “Nolan’s mad you slept with somebody else while you were single. It doesn’t matter who that person was, hockey player or not, it’s not his business.”

“I know he has no right to be upset but I can kind of see his point. Out of all the men in the world the one I decided to try and move on with was someone he works with and knows personally.”

“Yeah, they’re both in the NHL but I think ‘works with’ is a stretch. They’re not on the same team and probably really see each other when they play each other.”

“It doesn’t matter to him. He sees it as a betrayal and I know it. I felt like we were maybe getting somewhere.”

“Oh please,” she got up from her seat with her empty mug and grabbed your untouched one, “you’re not getting anywhere with him.”

She dumped your mug and set the two of them in the sink before coming back and sitting down right next to you.

“Look at me, I am your friend and I hate that you’re dealing with this bullshit but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. You’re not getting anywhere with Nolan. He’s been nothing but a cold, moody bitch to you since he came back into your life after abruptly leaving it because he was cheating on you.”

“No he hasn’t, not the entire time.” 

“Tell me one time since you ‘reconnected’ or whatever, that he’s been kind to you, like genuinely nice.”

Rolling your eyes at her, you tried to think of a time when you had a friendly encounter with Nolan since seeing him at the bar with the team. It irritated you that you honestly couldn’t think of anything, so you settled on a joke.

“He sent me a picture of his dick. He knows how to use that nicely.”

*

Nolan had been crashing with various teammates, but mostly TK, since he got back to Philly. At first, he couldn’t bring himself to stay at your shared place with all the memories but when Travis informed him you’d been there to get your things, he knew he definitely didn’t want to go there. Seeing the apartment with your things gone wasn’t something he was ready for yet. 

He lived with his parents in Winnipeg, and you were in Pittsburgh in the off season, but two of you decided that when things got serious, you would get a place together in Philadelphia. It would be like a place just the two of you could go to escape everything else. 

*

No one ever caught his eye while he was playing, he was always too focused on the game to care what anyone sitting in the stands looked like. It took him as a surprise when he caught a glimpse of you and even did a double take, causing him to trip over his skates and come crashing down to the ice. 

Half of the arena was cheering over his fall and it annoyed him to no end that you happened to be sitting on that side, a small smile on your lips and a Pittsburgh Penguins logo across your chest. 

He spent the rest of the game ignoring your existence and fighting hard to win the game, though maybe not hard enough, because the Flyers ended up losing anyway.

The trip across Pennsylvania was only a few hours, so the team decided to grab some food before getting on the bus and that’s where Nolan found himself shoved into a small booth next TK, across from Hayes and directly across the aisle from you, alone in a booth with your attention focused on your phone.

“Hey,” TK tried to get your attention, “hey, girl wearing the wrong Pennsylvania hockey logo, want to come sit with us?” 

“And celebrate your loss? Nah, I’m good over here.” 

The dig both impressed and pissed Nolan off. You didn’t care for the Flyers but maybe if you got chummy enough with them, they’d hook you up with some tickets to other Penguins games so you decided to join them and chirp them a little over their loss for the fun of it.

Nolan and the boys left the diner far earlier than he wanted to, but he was more than happy to jump on the bus and sit staring at his phone for the entirety of the trip, only because your number was saved in his phone and he intended to use it to his full advantage.

*

“Patty? You up?”

Nolan ignored Travis and pulled his comforter over his head in an attempt to drown out his bothersome best friend.

“Come on man, stop being a baby.” 

When TK got nothing but silence from behind the guest bedroom door, he tried again, “She didn’t do anything wrong and you know it and I know you know it and I know you know I hate that you know it!”

“Jesus, Teeks,” Nolan muttered to himself as he threw the blankets to the bottom of the bed and tried to figure out what the fuck kind of word salad Travis had just made. 

Nolan wasn’t mad at Travis. He wasn’t mad at you either. If he was being totally honest, he wasn’t really even mad at Barzal. It was just easy to take his aggression out on the Barzy because he was there and he was with you. It was stupid of him to get so aggressive with someone that had done nothing wrong, and he’d never admit it, but he kind of enjoyed taking out his anger on Mat.

“What the fuck are you even saying?” 

Nolan emerged from TK’s spare bedroom with a pissy look on his face.

Travis being the optimist, ignored it and shoved a granola bar and bottle of water into Nolan’s hands. 

“We’ve got an optional skate today.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“I think you should skip it.”

“Why?”

“I think you should go clean out your apartment.”

What? Nolan’s heart dropped into his stomach.

“Travis, what?”

“I think you should go clean out your apartment,” he repeated, “I think you need to face this, whatever it is.”

“Fuck,” Nolan’s voice dropped to a whisper, “I don’t think I can.” 

“I can go with you, if you want. You need to do this, Patty. You told me yourself that you think it’s over. Let’s end it.”

Nolan wasn’t sure what the fuck was happening. As far as he knew, Travis absolutely loved you and he was the hardest on Nolan when he found out about the cheating. Travis had been the one rooting for the two of you to get together in the first place. It was incredibly bizarre that he was now pushing for Nolan to go to your shared place and empty it out. 

“Really, Teeks?”

“Really, Patty.”

“Why?”

It came out much smaller, sadder than Nolan intended.

“Because I said so. You want to end it, right? So let’s go do that.” 

Travis was being uncharacteristically cold and Nolan didn’t quite know how to take that. TK lived in the same building as your shared apartment so the walk wasn’t far, but Nolan insisted on dragging his feet the entire way. 

He pushed the key into the lock and turned the knob, not sure what to expect. Not much had changed about the open kitchen and living room, your plants were still there, dead, but still there. Blankets that belonged to you were still draped across the couch and your candles were still sitting on the coffee table. 

It wasn’t until Nolan got the the bedroom that his walls came down. The closet you shared was half empty and the bathroom cabinets contained none of your skincare products. It wasn’t until he saw the necklace laying on the dresser, that he really broke down.

“Fucking shit,” he picked up the piece of jewelry and admired the glittering N in the center of it, “fuck.” 

“Pats, you good?” 

“No, no Teeks, I’m not.”

*

A month passed and you heard nothing from Nolan. Your contact with Mat began to slow, the two of you deciding to be friends, too busy for anything more. 

It was the first time in a long time that you actually felt free. You missed Mat, but you knew better than to play with fire. You missed Nolan too, but it was considerably less than before. 

“It’s probably in your best interest to keep any hockey boys away from here,” Ash laughed as she followed you into your new apartment in Philly. 

“Trust me, no one that has ever played for the NHL will be here, swear on fucking everything!”

“I don’t think you should make that kind of commitment,” her eyes lit up and she laughed.

“No,” you protested “no, we’re not going out with them tonight!”

The Flyers were home and Ash wanted to party with the team. 

“Yes we are.”

“Please Ash, no.”

“Yes, babe. I promise you’re going to have have fun. Fuck Nolan, these guys are your friends and I know you miss them.”

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #Nolan Patrick fic #Mat Barzal fic #travis konency fic

[bisexualbuck]

My 911 Fic Writing Masterlist

(Last edited May 28th 2021)

I’ve finally decided to do a masterpost of all my writing for the show 911 which is the fandom I’ve written the most for. There are 33 fics in this post, holy crap.

(If anyone is interested, I’ve also written for Star Trek AOS, Leverage, the MCU, among many other fandoms.)

As a general note, I’ll say most of my fics have Buddie elements and I also try to have at least one Firefam moment. Also, please check each fic’s warnings.

This is going to be long so most of it will be under a read more.

Last thing, please! If you like any of these stories, please consider leaving a comment and reblogging this post.

Multi Chapter

Reaching In The Dark | 38.7k

It all started innocent enough but Buck can no longer deny it.

He has a stalker.

Someone so obsessed with him that they would spend hours and hours following him, unnoticed, taking pictures of him, taking notes of his habits.

But life has been so good lately, and Buck doesn’t want to worry anyone. So he tells no one about it, he can deal with it on his own.

Leave My Body | 23k

"Do you want to see how it could have been? You are so sure you've been a burden on everyone you've ever met, but I can show you the truth."

.

Buck dies but it's not the end.

(Inspired by the movie It's a Wonderful Life)

Encore | 20.1k

“I’m going insane.”

“Did something happen?”

A dark, bitter laugh bubbles out of Buck – a mockery of joy.

“Everything keeps happening, and it’s still the same fucking day. It’s always the same and every time it’s different and I can’t do anything.”

.

Or

Buck keeps reliving the same day, over and over again.

Hurt/Comfort

Death, Be Not Proud | 10.1k

There are moments barge loudly into your life and, even as you’re going through them, you know they will change everything.

There are other moments that happen quietly, unnoticed, and it’s only afterwards that you know, looking back, that they have changed your life.

When the 118 is called to a decrepit house, they don’t think much of it.

Yet this will change their lives forever.

Silent Storm | 4.4k

Buck wakes up in the hospital.

Except he can't move. He can't speak.

But he can hear everything.

Dying Of The Light | 4.1k

If Purgatory was a place on Earth, it would be a hospital waiting room.

Or

Buck is in a coma, brain-dead - or so that's what the doctors say anyway.

(Silent Storm told from the Firefam's POV)

No Kingdom To Come | 8k

Days pass, then weeks that soon turn into months. Buck doesn’t call, he doesn’t text.

They don’t even know if he is still alive.

Maddie files a missing person’s report. Athena checks for any mention of his name anywhere in the country.

Nothing pops up, no one calls.

Buck is gone.

The Courage To Heal | 1.4k

He remembers her perfume. Thick, flowery – it makes him retch.

Why does he remember her perfume? Every time he smells anything like it, he wants to throw up, he wants to rush in the shower and try to wash away the stink of it.

Why can’t he move on?

He’s had sex with countless people over the years, especially back in his Buck 1.0 days, so why does that encounter remain? Why does it make him sick?

Why does he feel so ashamed?

.

Buck opens up about Dr Wells, the therapist from season 1.

The Loneliness Never Left Me | 2k

“Buck is afraid he is gonna end up like Red, without friends, without family. He thinks the job is the only thing he’ll ever have and that he’ll always be alone.”

Silence falls around them, heavy and suffocating.

“We need to show him that he’s got us."

“Not show him,” Chim says. “Tell him.”

Forever Day | 2k

The man pulls a gun out.

He aims it at Buck’s head.

“If you take another step I will blast your brains on the ground."

Hollow | ~300

Bobby on the day of his late wife and kids’ deaths, with Athena by his side.

Those Days | ~600

A look into Eddie and Christopher having a bad day made better by having each other.

Little Hope | ~500

A moment of support between two friends, Karen and Eddie, as Hen lays unconscious in a hospital bed.

Firefam Feels

Alone Again | 1.2k

Post S04E04

After standing up for himself to his parents, Buck feels hollow.

He isn't sure how he finds himself at Athena and Bobby's home, but maybe that's exactly where he needs to be.

Make It Three | 3.2k

It takes him twenty full minutes to realize what he has said, and then it hits him like a goddamn freight train.

Oh no. Oh no.

Buck just hung up on the phone on Athena Grant telling her that he loved her like he’s been doing it every day of his life.

Oh no.

.

Or

Buck slips up and tells Athena he loves her. He has a bit of a freak out.

Words Unsaid | 2.2k

“What’s going on?” Bobby and Buck say in unison.

“You two,” Athena announces, “are going to talk things out.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Buck says, like a liar. “Everything is fine.”

.

Buck overhears Bobby say that he's not his kid. He doesn't take it very well.

Lay You Down | 2k

Buck is sick and can't be left alone in his feverish state, but everyone is working.

Everyone but Athena.

That Which We Carry | 2.1k

Bobby stops in his tracks.

Buck is sitting on the ground, next to his own car, his keys and phone forgotten next to him. His breathing is loud and short and he has his head in his hands so that his face is hidden.

He’s having a panic attack.

To Be Loved, To Belong | 3.1k

5 times Buck almost tells his family what they mean to him.

+1 time he does.

Buried | 2.3k

It’s supposed to be a simple call.

Of course, everything goes wrong.

Just As It Was | 2.3k

After the lawsuit, Buck overworks himself trying to prove his worth to the team.

One day, he pushes too far.

Sunlight | ~500

The Buckley siblings have a bet about what Maddie and Chim’s kid’s first word will be.

Family Matters | ~500

A look into the future at Bobby’s retirement party.

Humor & Fluff

Freedom In Love | 1.1k

“You can’t keep ignoring this,” Maddie says – again.

She says it a lot. His answer is pretty much always the same.

“Actually, I can. And I think I will. This is working great for me so far. It’s like Schrödinger’s confession, if I don’t say anything, Eddie can’t reject me.”

Green Heart | 3k

Buck starts seeing a man.

Eddie worries he is being a bigot, because the idea of Buck kissing another man makes him want to punch someone.

What else could it be?

The Most Perfect Moment | 1.7k

After Shannon, Eddie never thought that he would ever want to get married again.

Yet, a little red box lays in his pocket until the perfect moment to propose comes around.He has been carrying it for weeks now, waiting.

He wants his proposal to be perfect because he knows that this is the last time he will ever be asking this question. Buck is it for him. There will never be anyone else.

Blame It On Chimney | 1k

“So anyway, that’s how Chimney saw me full-on naked.”

Eddie chokes on his beer.

How It Looks | ~400

Someone is back to haunt Chim. Well, not exactly someone. Hen is tired.

The Rest Of Our Lives | ~500

One night, one conversation that changes everything between Buck and Eddie.

Tumblr Prompts

lover, be good to me | 7.1k

This is a collection of unrelated prompts first posted on my tumblr.

(Summary of each story in the first chapter's notes)

Eddie touching Buck’s birthmark | ~300

Eddie in a relationship is a clingy Eddie | ~200

Halloween at the station | ~500

Buck & Maddie being their cute selves |  ~400

Misc.

from the bottom i come running | 3.7k

Co-written with the endlessly talented ksmalltalk / @letitialewiss​

Crossover with Lone Star.

Just a soccer match for charity and two men cheering on their boyfriends.

Wait, no. Eddie and Buck are not dating, no matter what Chim and Hen can say.

Or

In the stands, Eddie befriends TK whose boyfriend is playing alongside Buck. Out on the pitch, Buck and Carlos are a force to be reckoned with.

Oh, and someone gets hurt.

safe inside | 5.6k

Co-written with the biggest-brained and most talented chasingobligion / @starlightbuck​

World-famous actor TK Strand and his bodyguard Carlos find themselves seeking shelter from fans and paparazzi in a bakery Carlos knows very well.

Or

Baking leads to a few life changes.

Breathe You In | 2k

Eddie can’t stop staring.

This selfie is going to be the death of him.Buck is shirtless, and giving the camera an intense look that leaves Eddie panting.

Or

Buck sends a picture that tips their relationship into something new.

#911 #911 fic #buddie #firefam #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my writing #this took me FOREVER #it's also about to kill my computer because tumblr is lagging so much so i'm just gonna post #if there is an issue with the links or something else please reach out to me thanks!! #and please reblog and comment if you like my writing!! #i might come out of fic writing hiatus at some point soonish #edited

[beeexx]

Fic: Winter

4 tattoos on TK’s body, 4 stories set over each of the 4 season. Carlos and TK grow closer.

Read part one and two or the whole thing on my ao3 .

---------- When Carlos was younger he used to love Christmas, loved the lights, the food, the music and spending time with his family. He still likes all that but ever since becoming a police officer and seeing how absolutely crackers everyone gets over Christmas he has reassessed that notion thoroughly and decided that he only enjoys Christmas when he can completely shut off the outside world and escape the insane nonsens, then, yes Christmas is lovely. Having been single for the majority of his time on the force always makes him the first pick for working on the 25th, and this year is no different. So, he sees TK on the 24th before Gwyenth flies in and it’s sweet and fun but he feels TK might want to spend it alone with him next year, the seriousness of their relationship starting to require that they create some traditions of their own, and the 25th on a full 24 hour shift and then the 26th he goes home to his parents. 

New Years comes along, it’s calm for him, he’s working the next day and he drinks sparkling water and coke for the whole evening they spend at Grace and Judd with the 126, Carlos has become an unofficial member of. He’s grown close with them all since starting dating TK and it’s not unusual for him to get his own invitation to stuff, sometimes even without TK. Mateo sends him texts asking dating advice, Paul will ask questions about cooking and recipes and he and Marjan have taken up playing padel together. So he’s definitely part of the group for sure and it’s lovely being surrounded by people who know each other so well that there are almost more alcohol free options than there are actual alcohol, food from all sorts of different countries and traditions and a warm atmosphere around as they watch the fireworks together out on the deck, celebrating the coming of a new year.

He drives TK home to Owen pretty early and TK gives him sad puppy dog eyes before he drags him into the back of the car for some light fooling around and very heated kissing that would definitely not have been approved of at Judd and Grace’s party before he regretfully has to leave if he wants to be able to work at all come morning. The choice of staying over is so tempting but Carlos knows he would struggle too much the next day when he would be forced to leave a very hot and cute and snuggly boyfriend while he has to work. So he kisses the love of his life passionately on the street, so much so that he looks completely dazed and confused when Carlos pulls away and tells him he loves him and that he promises to make it up to him the next time they are off together and TK, with his stern face on, makes him promise that he will.

But Carlos has been working a lot this winter, he knows, it's a habit, leftover from a long time of being single that he’s had a hard time shaking. He doesn’t like winter, it’s the only time of the year he’s usually always felt lonely, with all the holidays coming up being forced into social gatherings where questions are always asked whether he’s single or not and it used to grate endlessly on his nerves. And if he’s sometimes taken shifts on the days after or on the actual days to avoid the questions, well no one has to know.

Only this year he’s been so distracted that he’s forgotten he’s already accepted all these shifts almost a year before, before he was officially together with TK the way they are now, and the unfortunate result of this is that they have have become completely unmatched in their schedules which makes TK look more and more sad every time he has to leave him to go to work. It’s making Carlos’ sad too but because he’s worked so much recently, he’s made sure to switch his shifts around with a colleague so he’ll get three days off in a row, matching them all up with TK’s, and that’s what he thinks about every time he feels guilty about it.

But growing close with TK’s friends also means that he gets 15 texts in a row from Mateo, and five calls that have him promising to come to his party the Friday after the new year, because that’s his life now. And of course he’s late, because nothing ever goes his way and he’s barely had the time to change and shower when at home, basically just throwing on black jeans and a white t-shirt hoping that it will do and that he won’t be completely underdressed for the occasion. It turns out that isn’t the actual issue.  

The issue is that apparently TK has had the time to choose clothes that make him look absolutely sinfully hot in his ridiculously tight jeans and pink button down that has one too many buttons left undone, teasing skin, his chain as always around his neck, part of his flower tattoo on exhibition for too many to see. Not that Carlos is the jealous type, but his boyfriend is attractive as hell and he’s definitely not the only one who has noticed that.

Which introduces the other issue.

“Oh my god babe, I’m so relieved you are here. I feel old.” TK declares absolutely horrified by having spent the majority of the evening in company with people who are probably old enough to drink because Carlos is not looking forward to arresting anyone, but with the majority of them being under 25, maybe?

But he agrees, everyone is so millennial here, like too millennial even for his tastes that they are all feeling much more like zoomers than anything, yes Carlos spends time on the internet. And he does have a younger sister that age and has spent too much time on calls where he’s been forced to talk to people under 20 feeling very much like they are speaking a completely different language to him. But being here Carlos realises that Mateo is actually a few years younger than him which has never even crossed his mind before, but standing here in Mateo’s new apartment he just moved into it’s becoming clear that Carlos with his 27 years is actually old in comparison to this.

Marjan looks to be having the time of her life though, looking slick and cool in her completely black awesome outfit, having a group of people wrapped around her fingers as they seem to hang onto every word, oohing and aaahing at the right places while Paul is playing on the ps5, him, Marjan and TK got Mateo for Christmas slaying everyone who dares playing against him. TK looks absolutely appaled at having been forced into the company of these people for the past few hours that he’s already been here, and it’s hilarious because sometimes riling TK up and annoying him is a little fun, but Carlos is the best thank you very much and he asks if TK wants to go have sex on Mateo’s bed in retaliation and TK’s eyes grow mischevous by the very idea. 

“Yes, I love that.” He’s much happier already and he’s positively glowing, his slight addiction to misbehaving becoming evidently clear. Marjan stops both of them, wrapping her arms around their shoulders harshly.

“No screwing in probie’s bed.” She chides and TK’s mood sours immediately. 

“Marjan, come on, look at this. I’m too old to be here, I want to have some fun.”

“Perfect, we’re playing truth or dare, you’ll love it.”

TK groans.

But they are forced into the game nonetheless because Paul joins too and when Paul and Marjan’s plans align they are a goddamn unstoppable force and there really isn’t anything you can do to escape it.

So, forced into a game Carlos hasn't played since probably high school is either going to become absolutely disastrous or the most fun he’s had in ages, he hasn’t made up his mind yet. Mateo joins as well and a bunch of other people Carlos is never going to learn the names of join together in the kitchen, TK being well TK sitting on top of the kitchen island, cross legged and leaning against Carlos who is sitting on one of the bar stools, his arms securely around him, sipping a really shitty beer someone gave him before the game started. 

When a girl called Emily gets dared to call an ex of hers to tell him the rules of Monopoly even TK can’t help but laugh because she absolutely kills it, finishing the call with all of them applauding her because that was some Boss as shit to do, even Carlos respects it. 

Lots of the people around them keep shooting lingering glances at him and TK, not judgeful ones, Carlos would probably fake threaten to arrest them for prejudice and discrimination if he felt any hostility, no, they are curious, kind, a little intruding maybe, but it’s done out of an eagerness, maybe at seeing a gay couple so openly happy and relaxed together that they can’t help themselves. Or maybe they’re checking them out and Carlos will accept that as a compliment without it getting to his head. When he leans forward and kisses the back of TK’s head it's obvious it’s become too much for the people around them and a guy called Fred bursts at the seams.

“TK.” He says. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth I guess.” He says nonchalantly. 

“Who tops and who bottoms in the relationship?”

There’s a collective groan in the room and Fred blushes, obviously unaware of his mistake but seems to have enough awareness at least to realise he’s done something stupid. Carlos is just waiting for TK to give the guy a totally inappropriate answer exposing their sex life to a bunch of people who can only dream of ever having as amazing sex as they are having, yeah it’s not nice bragging, but doing it inside of his head where no one can hear isn’t hurting anyone, but it’s not TK who answers, it’s Mateo, beating TK to it. 

“That’s a stupid question Fred, rooted in outdated gender roles while it also reinforces false heteronormative ideas of feminintiy and masculinty onto sex. The idea that you have to be dominant or submissive just because you like to give or receive is just ridiculous, because even you should be aware that depending on the mood, the time or whatever you’re not going to just enjoy one single thing, and if you do, then you’ve clearly only had terrible sex.”

The room grows silent, Carlos' eyes widening as TK holds back his laughter.

“Yeah that, what Mateo said Fred.” TK forces out, coughs to hide how he’s close to absolutely losing it while the room erupts into loud cheering and whistling making both Mateo and Fred blush.

“Daaaamn probie, who would have thought you actually listen when we tell you stuff huh? Good job.” Marjan says while Paul looks like a proud father, absolutely beaming. TK takes pity on Fred who is looking a little dejected.

“Just find yourself a partner that you feel safe and loved by and do some experimenting to see what you like, but make sure to set boundaries too, and you’ll be good to go. Also if you’re straight, respect women, they are the best thing we have.” Fred looks a little relieved as someone beside him pulls him into a rough friendly hug and they move on. 

The game continues and soon everyone has forgotten Fred’s little mistake and the game grows louder and rowdier, Paul drawing the short straw of getting dared to smell everyone’s feet in the room and rank them. 

“Carlos, truth or dare.” These kids are too thrifty for Carlos, he aint getting dared into something stupid.

“Truth.” He settles for. Lily’s eyes land on TK and she smiles sweetly.

“Favourite and least favorite thing about TK.” TK turns his head and grins as Carlos sticks his tongue out.

“Least favorite thing is his messiness and proneness to forgetful spells, you see kids turning 27 can make you a bit forgetful, don't forget to be kind to him tonight.” It sets the whole room off into roaring laughter and Carlos chuckles a little pleased at his own joke as TK glares without any heat, huffs and rolls his eyes. He makes sure to wrap his arms tighter around him.

“My favourite thing about him is his unwavering strength, his big heart and even though he’s struggled and failed and failed again he never gives up on trying to do better. It’s simple, I love him, so it’s easy to love every part of him.” 

Loud AAAWWWWs erupts all over the room and TK’s flush is high on his cheeks as he leans towards Carlos, gently kissing him. A girl sends Lily a look of fondness, both him and TK catching it before she averts her eyes.

“I love you.” TK whispers, only meant for Carlos, and his heart swells from hearing the words for the 100th time. It never seizes to stop taking the breath out of him. 

The game continues, someone making the mistake of daring Marjan to eat a spoon of hot sauce, her face not moving an inch as she swallows it without trouble, Mateo to tell everyone who he’d like to make out with in the room then being dared to do it by Carlos because she looks to be a little interested in Mateo too, while Carlos gets dared to behave like the person to his right which has the whole room dying and the acting lessons he took in high school coming in handy. It doesn’t surprise Carlos that this happens because these people are relentless but then, TK gets dared to give him a goddamn lap dance, the attention bouncing off TK in waves, his elation and cheekiness making him look way too hot while Carlos tries very hard to think of the pile of dishes at home in his sink to distract from not making good on his earlier promises and dragging TK away to Mateo’s room and get laid immediately. He sends Paul a hateful glare who looks smug. 

By the time someone asks the question about TK’s flower tattoo on his chest Carlos has actually gotten a little tipsy, and the youngsters, which most of them aren’t really, because some he’s realised are as old as he is, have grown a lot on him. He’s having a very good time.

“What’s the story behind the flower tattoo, if there is one?” TK leans forward, eyes mischievous.

“It’s funny you should ask.” He begins and Carlos silently groans. 

“So, the story begins when I was in Thailand, gap year and all that, I am sure you’ve been at that point in your life?” Some nod, TK has the attention of the whole room and he grows more and more confident, comfortable with everyone’s attention on him. 

God, this is going to be funny.

“We were partying at my hostel, we got real drunk and I went home with a dude that I had met who were staying at a different place than I was. We were both really drunk, we fooled around in his room, you know what happened next, no details for you dirty buggers. Anyway, in the middle of the night I want a snack so I leave him sleeping. Only that I am still so drunk that I forget that to be able to get back to his room you have to have a key card to get the elevator to take you to the floors. So, only in boxers I take the elevator to the ground floor and try to get the vending machine to give me some chocolate, without any money. I stand there clicking every button I can find, when there’s suddenly a cat on the lobby desk. So drunk as I am my attention is immediately on the cat who wasn’t as much in a cuddly mood as I was.”

Carlos is not drunk enough to buy a word coming out of TK’s mouth, but he’s telling it with such conviction, hands motioning around, having completely captivated the room’s attention that even Marjan looks unsure whether to believe this or not.

“The cat runs away, I forget my hunger and I start to make my way back up to, Simon, that was the guy’s name. I try to find my way back up there, only the elevator doesn’t work because I don’t have a keycard so I’m screwed but of course too drunk to realise this. The elevator keeps going up and down though as people come and go and I’m there just in my boxers like a total loser. Basically someone must have thought that I was a prostitute because someone called the police who came to get me. They were so friendly by the way and so sweet, and there I am in my boxers out on the street so drunk I can barely remember my own name trying to answer questions about what my phone number is and where I live.”

He pauses for dramatic effect and Carlo bites his lip, hard and discreetly so no one can see how deranged he thinks this story is. Everyone seems to want to know more so TK pushes on.

“I get escorted out, given a jacket by someone to cover up and then they tell me that they will drive me home. While they are driving I see a tattoo shop that’s open 24/7 and I tell them to drop me there and say something like I live upstairs with the owner and show a photo of a friend who definitely isn't Australian or own any goddamn tattoo shop owner but they buy it. Or they were probably just tired of me, so they drop me off there and I insist I will be fine. Outside there’s a group of people, all of them clearly drunk. I join them, you know making friends while drunk it’s like the easiest thing in the world and then we go into the shop together, me in my boxers and Sydney PD jacket to go with and then have the massive flower tattoo made on my chest while my new friends cheer me on, pay for it too because I have no money or phone, drink some more beer inside of the shop and then we all share a cab back to the same hostel we were staying at and the morning after I woke up with the biggest hangover I have ever experienced, no phone, no clothes and a massive tattoo on my chest I barely remember getting.“ He finishes and the room has been rendered speechless.

TK is preening, loving what he’s just done. The whole room erupts into loud chatter soon enough and none of them can really make sense of the story and alternate between completely buying it and not buying it at all. 

Carlos leans forward, nipping gently at TK’s ear before he whispers.

“Babe, I want the actual story for the tattoo.”

“What? You don’t believe what I just told you?” He asks, sweetly, innocently and Carlos snorts. 

“Sure, and I am related to Lady Gaga.” TK laughs, turns his head and kisses him.

“I’ll tell you later.” He promises and Carlos pecks him gently on the lips. The room’s moved on and the game continues for a while longer before the crowd disrupts, Marjan and TK set on matchmaking Lily together with the same girl that looked at her earlier while Paul and Carlos get roped into an armwrestling contest that he’s going to feel in his muscles tomorrow for sure. 

By the time someone decides they’re going out clubbing Carlos is fairly drunk, a comfortable buzzing just underneath his skin and he’s having a good time, he isn’t going to say no to dancing. TK finds him, sneaking an arm around him, refusing to let him go, which makes it much harder to get his jacket and shoes on and get downstairs and out to the uber that’s waiting. They must look slightly ridiculous like this but no one is paying attention to them and Carlos only has eyes for TK anyway, so nothing matters than him. 

They share a cab with Paul and two other people Carlos cannot remember the names of but seems to be really engaged with Paul about some book they both love and Carlos tunes them out, nuzzling TK’s hair who is still wrapped around him. TK looks up to meet his eyes, smile soft and eyes alluring and lips plumb and extremely kissable. Carlos licks his lips.

“Can you two at least wait until we’re in the club so I don’t have to watch you suck each other’s faces off right here?” Carlos huffs and TK swats at Paul, not getting too far away from Carlos, his arms still wrapped around him. 

What can he say? He’s drunk, in love and he has a stupidly hot boyfriend, he might be losing his grip on appropriate behaviour when TK is this near and this intoxicating. But maybe, just maybe he should stop drinking for the rest of the evening, especially if he wants to get laid when he gets home. 

They get to the club and both TK and him lose the rest of their friends. Not that it matters much anyway, all he has eyes for is TK who doesn’t hesitate to take charge, pulling Carlos towards the dancefloor with such ease it’s hard not to be completely enticed by him. The music is loud vibrating through Carlos’ body and TK pulls him close, finally without having to care about other people, letting go of everything that was holding him back before, finally having TK all to himself.

TK looks to be in his right goddamn element, alive, happy, body moving with the freedom of being safe and in love and allowed to exist freely. Carlos barely even grapples with the urge to pull him close, he just does and kisses him, passionately, bruising, messing up his hair and pulling his hips close to his own. TK hisses against his mouth but he gives as good as he gets and he kisses back fervently, intensely with brutal vigor and Carlos loses his footing, it’s so good. They’re being so indecent right now, but there’s something positively addictive being with TK like this, grinding on each other, kissing without holding back, loving each other boldly and loudly.

It’s all Carlos has ever wanted.

TK pulls away, he honestly looks absolutely wrecked, way too good for Carlos to be sane about anything.

“Baby.” He rasps in Carlos’ ear, voice hoarse and broken and it goes straight to Carlos’ dick, he hisses in response. God he’s so gone. TK, the little devil kisses his neck, lips attached to the exposed skin of his t-shirt, licks his skin, pulls it into his mouth and Carlos bites at his lip, hard, pulling TK closer to him.

They are going to have to slow down otherwise they are going to get kicked out.

“Baby.” He says, sees a shiver go through TK as he clutches at Carlos’ hair, messing it up completely. “We’re going to have to slow down.”

“Why?” TK whines.

“Because we’re not having sex in the bathroom…” But even as he says it the image of TK on his knees in front of him is a little too much not to be very tempting. TK bites at his earlobe, the fucking tease and sucks it into his mouth.

“Fine, fine.” He agrees, pulls back and kisses Carlos, still sinfully hot, but a little more controlled and appropriate than before. He pulls back, smiles beautifully and Carlos knows he’s just never ever going to love someone the way he loves TK.

But they slow down a little, and somehow find Paul who points at Mateo making out with the girl from earlier, Marjan is at the bar looking mischievous and Carlos wonders what she has in mind. He finds that out when she walks towards them, glitter in her hands. She blows some onto Paul who swoops her up spinning her around as she laughs delightedly and then smears some onto Carlos’ face. He wipes parts of it off, but it sticks to his face like glue because of the sweat, and wipes it onto TK’s face, pulling him close to kiss him to stop his squeaking and swatting. 

Mateo comes and joins them and they spend the rest of the night dancing and shouting and laughing and it’s liberating, a different kind of high to be out with friends who you love, who accept you and who you can be yourself with 100%. They are all going to spend weeks trying to get the glitter out of their hair though, Carlos knows as much.

At 5 in the morning he and TK stumble through his door, both of them unable to keep their hands off each other after behaving for hours. Finally they are completely alone. 

…..

Carlos wakes up the next day when TK starts to move around in their bed. He hears him leave the room and Carlos groans, throws an arm across his face, hiding from the light streaming in through the opened curtains. He has a headache, not just due to being hungover, but more because of clubbing for hours with loud music, staying up for most of the night and probably because as much as he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s nearing 30. Being out clubbing all night takes much more of a toll on his body than it used to. 

TK comes back, puts down what Carlos thinks is a glass of water on the nightstand before he crawls back into bed, Carlos pulling him close, snuggling up against him as soon as he’s back in bed. TK huffs but doesn’t object as Carlos noses at his neck, feeling TK run a hand through his hair.

He’s sore all over, from the arm wrestling, from the dancing and from the insane sex they had last night. And he’s probably wearing TK’s boxers by mistake, because they feel a little too tight on him so they are definitely not his. It’s not comfortable but he doesn’t have the energy to care.

“Morning.” TK croaks out, voice hoarse from all of the screaming. He hums, not really ready yet to be a human. He’s allowed to lie for a moment in bed, peaceful, but the thing with TK is that sometimes he’s inhumane in the mornings, taking after Owen undoubtedly, with his uncanny ability to just be awake. He can definitely be a sleepy little brat, but when he isn’t, once he’s up, he’s up. 

“There’s glitter everywhere.” TK comments, smile evident in his voice. Carlos forces his eyes to open, blinks a few times and looks around the room, sees that there is indeed glitter on the bed, clothes lying all around the bedroom, pillows on the ground, the bottle of lube still open, leaking onto the hardwood floor and the mattress has been moved, lying halfway across the bed. 

He groans, shifts onto his back pushing his unruly curls away from his face and rubs at his eyes, trying to feel a little bit more awake.

“Here.” TK says and hands him the glass of water. He thankfully takes a sip, moves the pillow more comfortably behind his head before he closes his eyes again, ready to sleep for a few more hours. TK huffs, shuffles around for a moment, unhappy, before he comes closer to Carlos, nudging his legs apart so he can settle between them. Carlos opens his eyes again and moves to make more room for him. TK immediately stops moving and settles, hands unconsciously stroking across Carlos’ chest.

TK has a pillow streak across his cheek, blue and pink glitter still on his face and his hair really is messy from Carlos pulling on it last night, and yet managing to look way too good for someone who has been up most of the night partying.

“Hi.” He says, voice hoarse too. He coughs to clear his throat a few times and TK’s mouth twitches.

“We broke the room last night.” He comments dryly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I’m sure it was mostly you.”

“The mattress was all you.” He smirks and Carlos snorts. 

“Yeah I definitely feel that today, and a little like I’ve been hit by a brick…” TK laughs as Carlos struggles with words, not sure how to make his brain work.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I hate to say this but I am getting too old to party like this.” TK laughs, swats his chest.

“Don’t say that. You’re making me feel ancient.”

“You seem to be handling it a little better than I am.” He mutters and TK snorts.

“Well I didn’t engage in an arm wrestling contest that was just an excuse to flex.”

None of them mention the very obvious reason as to why TK’s is feeling better than Carlos is. Not that they don’t talk about TK’s addiction, they do, sometimes a lot, sometimes less and sometimes not at all. It’s definitely become a fixed point in their relationship, it’s impossible for it to not be one when you are as serious as they are. But they don’t have to tiptoe around the subject anymore either, it’s become as normalised as it can be between them, even getting to the point where TK will sometimes make a crude joke about it that should have Carlos chiding him, that more often than not makes him snort and pull him into a hug instead.

And TK’s whole life, the very core of who he is is not defined by his substance abuse and addiction or his anxiety and issues, so their relationship isn’t either. More often than not they have the exact same problems any couple their age has and it’s nice it has gotten to that point after having had a really rough start to everything.

“What can I say? I’m hot and muscly.” He jokes, flexes his bicep for show as TK snorts, swats him a little harder than before.

“Well you beat everyone in the room who dared to go up against you, that’s not bad.”

“Thank you.” TK rolls his eyes without heat and leans forward to gently peck his lips. 

“You have really bad morning breath.” TK observes, pulls back, grimaces in disappointment and Carlos snorts.

“I’m not surprised.” He lifts his head, looks around the room and then changes his mind, lies back down again. TK lifts an eyebrow.

“Just thinking whether I have the energy to get up and clean, I don’t.”

“You’ve earnt a morning in.”

“I think so too.” He agrees and TK huffs.

They’re quiet for a moment, enjoying just being in each other’s company after being apart for a while with their mismatched schedules. It looks like it might be sunny today too and Carlos can probably agree to take a walk, he’s sure TK is going to suggest it. 

They’re both extroverts, but only to an extent. TK is learning that he actually likes spending nights in instead of going out to dinner or clubbing while Carlos has learnt the enjoyment of downtime as he can struggle with not knowing when and how to take a break or relax, always feeling like he needs to to do something, to be on his feet, to move, always edging closer to a burnout with the rhythm he’s going in. In that regard they are quite similar and relaxing together, shutting their brains off in a coping mechanism that isn’t sex (yes that works too but it’s not exactly a sustainable option) has become both a challenge and easier with time. 

So they have taken to walking on the weekends or the days where they have time off, to talk about the hard stuff, the big life changing stuff or the small and silly things. There’s something with walking in nature that makes all the hard things in life feel easier, easier to detangle the messes and feel like everything will be okay. His ten thousand daily steps shoot in record each weekend when they keep pushing themselves to find new paths, or walk on the old ones, stopping for coffee when the weather allows it, basking in the sun and each other. It’s very old retired couple of them, but even Paul and Mateo’s teasing had come to a stop when Carlos had smacked a massive list of benefits in the group chat to shut them up and asked them to come with them instead. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. But it’s definitely a habit that’s just his and TK’s, carved out from love and finding ways to grow together. 

“Sooo…” Carlos says, teasing and TK lifts an eyebrow and leans forward, his elbows resting on Carlos’ chest.

“The tattoo story from yesterday, that was a load of horseshit.” TK grins.

“That was hilarious, I wish someone would have filmed it.”

“I’m sure you would, you sneaky little monster.”

“I think you mean genius.”

“Sure, sure.” TK laughs and there are fewer things Carlos delights in doing more than making him happy. Ever since they got official he’s decided that it’s a daily goal, a promise to keep being happy together, and so far he’s kept it up.

Carlos lifts an eyebrow.

“This tattoo thing is becoming a recurring thing I see?”

“Ah, you’ve seen through my genius plans.” TK snorts.

“This is the first one I ever did.” Carlow grows serious and unconsciously reaches a hand forward, stroking along the tattoo on display.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, my dad wouldn’t let me until I turned 18 and I did some real begging and convincing to try and change his mind but he always said no. He settled for 18 because he has one himself which he did when he was 16 and was a lifeguard. It used to be a koi fish but he’s changed it a lot since then and it’s a bit of a mess. ‘A wonderful blob, just like his mind’ that’s his own words.” Carlos chuckles. 

“Ah, so why a flower?”

“I don’t even know if it has a meaning or anything, I've just always associated flowers and plants with life and natural beauty and it gives me a sense of serenity, grounds me a bit more in reality when everything is uncertain. And you know me, a lot of things have been uncertain in my life.” 

“Yeah, but considering what you’ve been through it’s amazing how far you’ve come, you know this right?”

“Yeah, I’m starting to learn that.” He smiles, a little shyly. “And life is finally starting to feel good again, like this is how it’s supposed to be and I feel safe with you.”

Carlos feels his eyes soften and his heart beat fiercely in his chest and he loves TK so much. 

“I feel safe with you too.” He whispers and TK nods, like he understands, eyes soft and a sweet little smile at the edge of his lips as he melts in Carlos’ arms, like it’s finally clicked for him too that they really do belong together. Carlos isn’t very religious or superstitious but from the moment he met TK, when he was guarded and on edge and only wanted sex, knew that they would be good together, that there was something about TK that would manage to ground all of Carlos’ faults and flaws and that once they would be un equal ground, they would create something good and beautiful and stable out of something momentarily broken. 

Because TK isn’t broken or damaged beyond repair, he never was and he isn’t now either.

He is the love of Carlo’s life.

He isn’t superstitious but he knows this.

“For someone claiming to be such a city boy you sure do have a lot of earthy and nature themed tattoos.” He comments, gently caressing TK’s cheek, hoping that all he feels for this man can be read in his face. When TK’s breath hitches he thinks he knows, or that he’s seen something he wasn’t expecting.

Carlos pulls him into a peck and TK whines.

“Don’t you have a breath mint or something so we can kiss properly?” He complains making Carlos chuckle. 

He throws a look at the nightstand and TK grumberly climbs over him, poking Carlos hard on the nose which he expects is on purpose before he opens the drawer and pulls out a small box of tic taks. He pops it into his own mouth, climbs back on top of Carlos and reaches down, kissing him salaciously, loudly and gives the breath mint over to Carlos who honestly almost swallows it whole his whole body reacting so instantly to TK it short circuits his brain. TK grinds down and Carlos groans, pushing up for more friction and TK chuckles, pleased by the reaction, against his mouth before he throws the duvet to the side so he can get more access. 

Suddenly Carlos doesn’t have a headache anymore.

…..

They do make it out of bed eventually and they clean the mess up together. Then Carlos takes a shower and when he comes back TK has made banana pancakes and Carlos realises just how hungry he is. He definitely does the majority of the cooking in the relationship but TK will surprise him from time to time by making something he knows really well, and he seems to have taken to breakfast wood with an almost natural ease, spending a long time of this relationship trying to perfect his banana pancakes.

And Carlos likes cooking so he really doesn’t mind that he does it a lot. He really was brought up with food being the ingredient that solved things within his family. It could be a forgiving gesture or a loving gesture and it was always a caring gesture, even when fights got big and words were said and Carlos was convinced the family was going to split into sides that would never heal, but food was the one constant. He’s taken that with him and it’s his way of showing TK how much he adores him, hearing him try something of Carlos’ and like it, face lighting up as the spices and flavours mix together perfectly is an incredible feeling.

So instead TK is observant, always makes him tea the way he likes it, comes by the station to give him coffee if he’s nearby, stacks up on the protein powder Carlos uses when he does go grocery shopping for them and buys him lunch when they are out in town, obsessed with trying new places. The best thing though is that Carlos’ kitchen has for months now been stacked up on things he would never buy himself, like the fancy hazelnut coffee syrup that’s now found a permanent place by his coffee maker, one of the empty shelves in his cupboard that he’s never found anything to keep there that TK fills up with sweets and snacks and chocolate. Or the vegan protein bars that are now a permanent fixture in a cupboard beside the oven. 

TK hasn’t moved in officially but he barely goes home these days, once or twice every second week and only more often if TK and his schedules don’t align at all. 

Carlos should probably ask him about moving in soon. 

“Hi baby.” TK says and Carlos steps close, pecks him lovingly on the lips before he steals a piece of the pancake, TK swatting his hand away.

“Hey.” Carlos pecks him again before he goes to get some plates and set the table for them. TK comes carrying the plate with pancakes shortly after and Carlos makes himself a coffee because TK when he does drink it, it’s not usually in the mornings, and sighs happily as he swallows down the first sip and then they sit down and eat together. 

Carlos is living on cloud 9 at the moment, he’s spent the majority of last night dancing with the love of his life, the morning was full of even more sex and now they’re having breakfast together, the thrill of it moves through him like a current, enfulging him into a warm blanket of happiness. And Carlos really truly is happy. 

TK seems to sense it too, he keeps sending Carlos smiles over the table, hooking his ankle over his underneath it, rarely breaking eye contact. When they’re done TK comes forward, sitting down in Carlos’ lap, wrapping his arms around him. 

“Hi you.” Carlos says, putting his arms around TK’s waist, pulling him closer to him. 

“Hi.” TK whispers, pushes a hand through Carlos’ damp hair, messing up the curls even worse.

“I really like your hair like this.” TK muses, continues with the action, sending shivers down his spine. 

“I’ve noticed.”

“Why don’t you keep your hair like this more often?”

“If you had curly hair you would know.” Carlos snorts. He cuts it regularly, hates it when it gets too long, it’s much harder to style and he wants his hair to be out of his way when he works so he tends to sleep with hair stuff in his hair when he goes to sleep, it takes him much shorter to get ready in the mornings that way.

“Maybe.” TK agrees, pulls at the strands a little, enjoying the sounds he’s bringing out of Carlos.

“This has been nice, I’ve missed you a lot recently.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you too.” He promises.

“Do you really have to work tonight?” TK sighs looking dejected.

“Actually no, not tonight, I switched my shifts around.”

“Really?” He looks so happy right now, eyes alive and sweet. 

“Yeah.” He rubs his nose against TK’s who huffs but returns the movement before Carlos kisses his nose lovingly.

“So, what should we do with the rest of the day then?” He wonders. TK shrugs.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter what, I just want to spend it with you.”

Carlos smiles. 

“Me too.”

And so they do, taking advantage of the day fully, Carlos loving every minute of it.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #9-1-1 lone star #tk x carlos #carlos x tk #tattoo fic #911 lone star fic #carlos reyes #tk strand

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Lone Star Post ~ Masterlist ~ Issue 10

The Edits Edit

Some of the best edits this week that deserve all the love.

9-1-1: Lone Star | 1x01 ❖ PILOT by @lovebuck is an amazing edit showcasing some emotional moments from the pilot episode.

let me stay tender-hearted despite, despite, despite by @yusufsalkaysanis is a gorgeous edit of Carlos. “this”? you mean our family? yeah.  i’ve spent my whole life wanting “this” to work! is so good!

“Man.. Dude won’t stay dead!” BRIANNA BAKER as Nancy Gillian in 911: Lone Star by @shoenaerts is a great Nancy edit showcasing her first rate sense of humor.

— A T T I C U S by @rafasilvas is such a breathtaking Tarlos edit that showcases the beauty of their love and You went with your gut. I did. Good for you. I’m proud of you, son makes me emotional

Day 5 of @911lonestarangstweek​ - TK Strand: “I’m not mad. I’m hurt. There’s a difference.” by @sneetchestoo is lovely and so well-done.

This by @edmundo-diaz is so wonderful

911: lone star angst week. day 5: TK by @jddryder is a very cool idea

Fic Recs

Showing love to fantastic writing!

Wake Me Up When It’s Over by @benjaminrussell (benjaminrussell)

Word Count: 1965

Chapters: 1/1

A car backfiring triggers Judd, but luckily, he has his friends with him to help him cope.

As the world spins back in motion by @lire-casander (Lire_Casander)

Word Count: 1150

Chapters: 1/1

it’s in the small details — in the way his father says iʼm going to be a father, in the way his mother flutters around the house without actually moving fully in — that he feels his grip on reality slacking

Who am I if not seen through your eyes by @buckleymanes (Ravens_World)

Word Count: 2130

Chapters: 1/1

"It was just a second, but I still had that urge to take some of those pills for myself and- God, I’m so tired of feeling like this.

I can’t find the words to say by @alidravana (Alidravana)

Word Count: 1485

Chapters: 1/1

T.K. is reeling after his dad's confession that he has lung cancer.

Take it easy by @ao3theskyisblue (theskyisblue)

Word Count: 3290

Chapters: 1/1

“Are you looking to get infected?” Nancy raises an eyebrow, smiling when TK snorts. “Because I’m pretty sure I can make that happen.” “I see you’re just going to be a pain in my neck both on shift and off shift, huh?” TK teases, the words said without an ounce of heat, and Nancy shrugs, grinning smugly. “My lungs are dying, TK. I think I have complaining privileges.”

I will defend your every breath by @morganaspendragonss (hollyhobbit101)

Word Count: 2215

Chapters: 1/1

The thing is, Owen knows that TK probably thinks he is fine. TK’s always had a tendency to downplay his own illnesses and injuries, to the point where he’s even doing it to himself, which has resulted in more ER visits and emergency doctors’ appointments than Owen cares to remember.So, much as he would love to believe his son, all the evidence points to him being very much not okay. Owen’s about two seconds away from calling Tommy over when TK’s face changes, his breathing suddenly becoming very carefully measured.“Son?” he asks, reaching across the table to lay a hand on TK’s arm. The second he makes contact, however, TK violently shoves away from the table, chair legs scraping noisily on the linoleum.“Bathroom,” is all the explanation he gives before rushing off, very obviously unsteady on his feet.

Returning the magic by @reyeslonestar (apparentlyiwrite)

Word Count: 4298 

Chapters: 1/? (WIP)

When the quest Prince Carlos is presented with on his 25th Name Day turns out to be a more complicated task than it first appears, he and his friends must journey across the kingdom to dangerous lands. All the while, tumultuous clouds are gathering over the seemingly peaceful capital.

But You’ll See That’s Not for Long by @silvarafael (tiniestmite)

Word Count: 1372

Chapters: 1/1

You would think Carlos would know better than to try and hide a minor injury from his paramedic boyfriend.

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April 16-18: 911 Lone Star Weekend

Writing Prompts

Day 1: Romance/ “You are the only one for me.”/Fluff

Day 2: Emergencies/“Please, stay awake.”/Angst

Day 3: Found Family/“We’ve got your back, no matter what.”/Hurt/Comfort

Non-Writing Prompts

Day 1: Romance – Favorite tender moments

Day 2: Emergencies – Favorite rescue scenes

Day 3: Found Family – Favorite group scenes

In the Future Week: April 19th-25th

For Fanfic Writers:

Day 1: “Are all these kids really ours?” + fluff

Day 2: “We are not seriously writing our own vows, are we?” + humor

Day 3: “It’ll be okay, everything’s going to be okay.” + hurt/comfort

Day 4: “This was not how I wanted to spend the night before my wedding.” + angst

Day 5: “I can’t believe I’ve put up with you for all these years.” + friendship

Day 6: “Even after all these years…” + AU

Day 7: Free Choice

For Content Creators: (*We understand that this may be tricky, but for those of you who are super talented at making AU posts, here are some prompts. Feel free to take liberties with each, and as always, if you’re unsure, feel free to ask.*)

Day 1: Kids

Day 2: Wedding

Day 3: Tragedy

Day 4: Bachelor/Bachelorette Party

Day 5: Best Friends Forever

Day 6: Growing Old

Day 7: Free Choice

#issue 10 #lone star post #masterlist

[lire-casander]

es la vida quien dice cuál es el destino

[1,207 words] [general audiences] [beta’ed by @meloingly. any remaining mistakes are my own] [title from la historia de tu vida by maldita nerea. the title roughly translates into it’s life who gets a say in fate]  [tk strand, carlos reyes, owen strand, judd ryder, marjan marwani, michelle blake, paul strickland] [tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of the solar flares]  [written for @carlosreyesweek 2021, day #1: “i love you, but stop talking” + fluff + favorite line/scene]

[owen strand is a pro at embarrassing both tk and carlos]

es la vida quien dice cuál es el destino

Carlos is torn between laughing and hiding his reddening face in the crook of TK’s neck to try and mask his embarrassment. He knew this could happen when they began talking about throwing this particular party, but he always thought the mortification would come from his side of the family — not from Captain Owen Strand, a little worse for the weather after one too many wine glasses. He chooses to drop a kiss onto the tender skin of his newly-wed husband as he moves to bury his face there, shaking slightly as TK laughs — not so subtly — at his father’s words.

He’s been at it for what feels like hours now, although Carlos knows that objectively it can’t be longer than five or six minutes. But after his mother’s retelling of one of the worst episodes of his childhood — when he believed he could be Superman and tried jumping off the rooftop — Carlos had thought the cringe-worthy stories of his past were over. He’d thought it would be TK’s turn when Owen had stood up and announced that he was giving the best man’s speech.

Carlos had been so wrong, it isn’t even funny.

“—and there he stood, sporting heart eyes and the goofiest smile in the world, right outside of the station, waiting for TK. And I knew Carlos was in love with my son before, but that moment made me believe it,” Owen is saying, recounting his perspective of the day that Carlos almost lost TK for the second time in less than twenty-four hours — first at that silly bobba tea place and then after the solar flare when he played superhero without backup.

“Dad,” TK cuts in, chuckling. “What’s the point in retelling all of our history when everyone here suffered through it the first time? And telling it backwards?”

“Yeah, listen to your son, he’s right!” Judd calls out from his place at one of the tables that are near theirs. It comes out surrounded by a chorus of laughters, making Carlos believe that everyone’s having fun at his expense.

He knows he’s always been a little way over the moon about TK — and not only about those green eyes that had captured him the first moment he locked his own gaze to theirs, but also the charisma and the insecurity, the softness underneath the sharp angles of that soul that Carlos has come to cherish more than his own life — but to see it dissected by his father-in-law in front of the rest of their friends and family seems a little too much for him.

“Because,” Owen replies pointedly. Carlos looks up long enough to notice that the 126 Captain has turned toward them fully now, and he’s scolding his son. “Because it’s easy to see now that you two are in love, and it was easy to see it back then after you got shot, TK, but before that? Those little details that were there all the time? I bet even you, TK, couldn’t see them.”

“Go ahead then,” TK concedes, shaking his head. “Embarrass us a little more. Keep waxing poetic about how Carlos looked at me back then.”

Carlos groans audibly among the cackles of their guests. “Don’t encourage him!”

“Nothing I can do about it, sweetheart,” TK whispers. “You can keep hiding. I love feeling you against me.”

Carlos bites down on his lower lip before repositioning himself against TK’s neck, the lewd innuendo in his husband’s voice working its magic through his body. He can feel himself growing interested, even though there’s still a long time until they’re all alone in their nuptial suite for the night.

“As I was saying, there was always the heart eye factor, as Marjan cleverly put it once,” Owen continues, earning some catcalls from the team. “Even after saving so many people during the solar flare, he came up to me and told me that my son was impressive, and guess what?” He pauses, clearly waiting on the crowd to ask him for more.

Carlos knows what comes next, and he’s about to wiggle his way out of this reception when he realizes that the movement might give a little too much away of how he’s currently feeling for his husband. He remains in place, hoping that the torture ends soon.

“What?!” Michelle echoes Owen’s words. Traitor, Carlos thinks.

“He’d already told TK the same about me, the first call we worked together with APD here in Austin. So I guess Carlos Reyes has something going on for the Strand boys, huh?”

“Dad!” TK gasps, feigning being scandalized.

“I’m not wrong, and you know it!” Owen stops briefly to sip from his champagne glass. “Anyway, they started strong from the first moment they met, like shooting stars finding their way to each other in the dark. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and I am thankful to have been a witness of a love so strong that it has defied every law ever known to man. After a nuclear disaster in my son’s life, being held in the light that’s Carlos Reyes is the best thing to ever happen to TK. Now, allow me to reminisce about how my son-in-law found out that TK’s full name is—”

“Dad,” TK interrupts loudly, leaning forward and causing Carlos to stumble as well, landing awkwardly on his elbow on the table as TK reaches out and takes both the microphone and the champagne glass from Owen’s grasp. “I love you, but stop talking.”

“But I was about—”

“What do you say, we the newly-weds kiss?” TK all but cries out, drowning his father’s voice as Owen tries to outwin him and tell everyone the best-kept secret in TK’s life. Carlos chuckles, but obliges when their guests wolf-whistle and call on them to kiss.

He presses his lips to TK’s chastely, a mere brush until TK grabs him by the back of his neck and pushes him into a messier kiss — a byproduct of their excitement at having finally tied the knot and the knowledge that there’s a king-sized bed waiting for them — and Carlos melts against his husband. They kiss lazily for what feels like eons until Michelle and Paul start booing them over the rest of the voices, and they part, panting for breath and grinning wildly.

“I love you,” TK whispers.

“I love you too,” Carlos retaliates. He will never grow tired of saying those words — he’s always known that TK was his forever, but he had needed to walk on eggshells around TK for the first part of their relationship for fear of scaring him away. TK had always been the missing piece in Carlos’ life — he would have been a fool to let him go without a fight.

He leans in for another peck, unable to resist those bottomless green eyes, as Owen accepts his defeat and cheers for them as well, raising his glass.

“Someday, I will tell everyone your secret, Tyler Kennedy,” he whispers against TK’s lips.

“Today’s not that day, Reyes.”

“It’s Reyes-Strand for you,” Carlos jabs.

TK just laughs merrily as he wraps his arms around Carlos and kisses him silly, until the stars are the only thing Carlos can see behind his closed eyelids.

#lire babbling #carlosreyesweek2021 #day 1: i love you but stop talking #day 1: fluff #day 1: favorite line/scene #tooth-rotting fluff #mentions of the solar flares #carlos reyes #tk strand #owen strand #judd ryder #marjan marwani #michelle blake #paul strickland #carlos reyes/tk strand #tarlos #911ls fic #gotas en un laberinto