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boykisserbuckley · 3 years
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biclaremontdiaz · 4 years
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#OOPS
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silverfoxjoel · 3 years
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Eddie Diaz + Purple for @tylerhunklin
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joebennet · 4 years
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Enola Holmes (2020)
[ID: Two gifs of Enola and Tewksbury from Enola Holmes. Both gifs are cropped shots of Enola’s face and Tewksbury’s profile. She has blood on her temple and her hair is a mess. In the first gif, he strokes over her ear and says “You were born to fight, Enola”. She looks at him with a sad smile, barely holding back tears. In the second gif, she releases a breath, closes her eyes, and leans her forehead to his. END ID]
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reyescarlos · 3 years
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both of us are losing || a tarlos fic
word count: 4k || read on ao3
I know sometimes It's gonna rain But baby, can we make up now 'Cause I can't sleep through the pain
Carlos has always prided himself on his ability to keep his cool. He likes to think it’s what makes him a good officer and a great friend to those close to him. He’s patient and analytical. He examines a situation from all conceivable angles before drawing conclusions.
But even he has limits. Even he is capable of thinking with his heart over his head and, as expected, it hasn’t led him anywhere good.
Getting into an all-out screaming match isn’t how he could have seen his night ending but as he stands on the opposite side of the kitchen from TK, he doesn’t see how else this could go.
The evening had been going well until this point, the two sharing a quiet night in at Carlos’ place for dinner. As always, being able to share in TK’s company after a long day at work was the perfect antidote to a stressful shift. There’s never a greater comfort for him than to spend time with TK. It hardly ever matters what they’re doing. It’s always just enough to be around him.
These last three months they’ve been together have been a real highlight for him. Given the complicated path they took to this point, all Carlos wants to do is wrap himself up in moments like this where it’s just the two of them simply existing in the same space together.
With their meal done, they two work alongside each other in the kitchen doing dishes with TK on washing and Carlos on drying duties. TK’s phone chimes on the counter with an incoming call, the jingle echoing over the rush of the water from the tap.
“Grab that for me, would you?” TK asks, his hands covered in suds. “It’s probably my dad.”
Carlos drapes the dish towel he’s been using to dry plates with over his shoulder as he turns to pick up TK’s phone. His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach at the name he sees flashing across the screen. He stays frozen in place, unsure of what to think.
“It’s not the captain,” he says, his voice grave.
TK shuts off the faucet and looks over at him. Carlos holds the phone up for him to see the screen as well. TK sighs and rolls his eyes.
“I told him to stop calling,” he hisses, shaking his hand to get some water off before taking the phone from Carlos and rejecting the call.
Carlos blinks, his brain slowly processing what TK has just said.
“Wait, you’ve been speaking to him?”
TK sighs, ripping off a sheet of paper towel and drying his hands.
“It’s not like that. He wanted to apologize and see how I was. He left this long voicemail...it was so ridiculous. But then he called again and I figured he would keep doing it until we actually spoke.”
“When the hell did this happen and why am I only now hearing about it?”
Carlos’ voice sounds so different to him now and it’s evident that TK feels the same way because his boyfriend looks up at him like he’s someone else entirely.
“Carlos,” he says slowly. “Just listen to me, okay? I don’t want you getting worked up over this. I handled it and there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Handled what exactly? TK, what is going on here?”
“Nothing! That’s just it. There’s literally nothing going on here. God,” he groans.
“How can you expect me to believe that? Your ex is calling you. Repeatedly, apparently. Obviously something is happening. Don’t give me that.”
TK shakes his head and sighs.
“How long have you been talking to him, TK?” Carlos asks.
TK hesitates for a moment, pursing his lips before answering. “He reached out to me last week.”
Carlos stands up straighter, jaw clenched. “So seven whole days have gone by and you couldn’t find so much as a minute within any of them to tell me that your ex-fiancé reached out to you?”
“Ex-boyfriend!” TK corrects, as if that makes much of a difference in Carlos’ eyes right now.
He scoffs and shakes his head, wringing the dish towel in his hands. For a moment it’s too easy to pretend it’s Alex’s neck.
“Oh, well, pardon me then. That makes all of this so much better.”
“There’s no need to be sarcastic here.”
“You’re kidding me, right? You must be joking. I don’t care what the label is. What this boils down to is the fact that you kept this from, TK. What else are you hiding from me?”
“That’s not fair. I didn’t do this on purpose, Carlos, and I’m not hiding anything. I just didn’t think anything of it.”
“And maybe that’s the real problem here. You actively chose not to tell me and you probably never would have if he didn’t call just now.”
“Do you honestly think Alex and I are getting back together or something? We haven’t been talking every day, catching up like we’re suddenly friends. I didn’t answer when he first tried.”
“But you obviously picked up at some point and didn’t think it was worth it to tell me.”
“Because it doesn’t matter. He just wanted to check in and say he was sorry for what happened back in New York. I told him that I was fine, that I moved on and that I’m happy so we can just drop the conversation. He’s nothing to me.”
“It does matter, TK. It matters so much and the fact that you can’t see that…,” he trails off, shaking his head.
TK pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is all coming out wrong.”
“Then explain it clearly because I’m not understanding how you could think I didn’t have a right to know. It’s about respect and transparency.”
“Carlos, there was never a threat here. Our relationship was never in danger. I love you so much. If nothing else, I need you to know that.”
Carlos’ vision swims for a moment, his eyes filling with tears born more so out of frustration than anything else. He’s always been an angry cryer.
“That’s not how you show someone you care about them. You don’t lie.”
TK runs a hand over his face. “I didn’t lie to you!”
“Omission isn't the truth either, TK. It amounts to the same. Screw technicalities.”
TK jerks back, blinking twice. Carlos struggles to stop his heart from racing, his chest from heaving. The silence that falls between them now is unbearable. Carlos’ ears ring with their exchange.
This divide between them seems so much larger than the counter that separates them. Carlos has been here before and the ghosts of his past relationships start to creep into the room, suffocating him.
Carlos bites back on his lower lip, swiping at his eye. He feels like a dam that’s ready to crack at any moment. There’s too much pressure building in his chest and if he’s not careful, he’ll explode in a way that may cause far too much damage.
What he needs is fresh air and time away. This isn’t where he needs to be, at least not in this moment.
“I just...I can’t. I can’t be around you right now.”
Carlos tosses the dish towel down on the counter and walks past TK out of the kitchen.
“Are you serious? Carlos, where are you going?”
“I’m going for a walk, okay? I need some air.”
“It’s getting late and you’re upset. You shouldn’t be outside.”
“Well I can’t stay here so I don’t have many options, now do I?” Carlos snaps, turning around to face TK.
His boyfriend stops dead in his tracks. His bottom lip crumbles a bit but Carlos looks away, stewing in the anger that has taken root in him. This feels wrong but this frustration has its claws in too deeply for him to apply reason to the situation.
Other people get to rant and rave. Carlos keeps far too much inside. Now that the lid has been lifted, the steam has to go somewhere.
Carlos turns back, snagging his keys off the coffee table as he hears TK draw nearer once more.
“Carlos. Carlos!” TK calls after him.
It’s the last thing he hears before slamming the front door shut behind him.
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Alone with his thoughts proves itself to be an even worse place for him to be. Carlos has no idea how long he’s been walking around his neighborhood but it isn’t long enough for him to grow comfortable with the ugly thoughts swirling around in his head.
He pictures TK being pushed too far with this argument, seeking solace in something familiar, in Alex. Logically, he knows that would never happen. Alex broke something between the two of them that could never be repaired and yet that cruel, insidious voice in the back of his head whispers to him, conjuring up imaginary scenarios that feel far too vivid and real.
Had Carlos not traveled this same road before with partners in the past? He’s been burned so many times throughout the years that a part of him had been secretly holding its breath just waiting for the other shoe to drop with TK.
Carlos has long since learned how to live with that worry lingering in the recesses of his thoughts. Even when things were going well, life had a habit of proving to him why he should always remain cautious and vigilant.
Certainly he and TK had gotten off to a rocky, awkward start with each other. But once they managed to find their footing, things had been going extremely well. Perfectly, Carlos would venture to say.
But inevitably, the end would come in the form of a boyfriend finding some way to let him down. It was almost always when he’d invested so much of himself. Carlos was worried he’d wind up giving away so many pieces of himself that there would be nothing left.
He thinks of the look on TK’s face as he snapped at him just before leaving. It’s enough to make Carlos sick to his stomach. He knows his insecurity has just ripped the bit of fabric that’s been binding them together this whole time. All Carlos can do now is pray that isn’t something that can’t be salvaged.
Even though he felt justified in being upset over TK keeping the truth from him, Carlos knows his approach was all wrong. Being quick to give into anger wasn’t his usual speed but he slipped into it as easily as a hot bath.
Picking the night apart, Carlos realizes how much he felt ambushed by the sudden appearance of Alex in his life. The man was thousands of miles away and yet he had placed himself so prominently into the future Carlos was trying to work towards with TK. The past had a nasty habit of circling back, the old becoming new again.
What really troubled Carlos was the familiarity of tonight’s scenario. He’s been cheated on, dumped, ghosted. Just about every relationship ended in disaster but he’d been wrapping himself in the belief that this time around, things were finally different.
You’re a great guy but…
I think we’re better off as friends…
I’m sorry to do this to you…
He’s heard it all before and then some. Knowing that TK had been harboring a secret like this set something off within. He knows TK’s actions weren’t malicious. Now that he’s had time to replay it all and truly recount his boyfriend’s words, he knows TK was just trying in his own way to shield him.
Carlos’ head is a riot of thoughts but the most pressing one is that he needs to set things right with TK.
He rounds the corner to his block, slipping his phone out of his pocket as he ambles down the sidewalk. He wonders if TK will even be keen on answering him tonight. If his boyfriend still wants space, he’ll of course respect that but Carlos hates loose ends and this one is a gaping hole.
He pulls up TK’s name in his favorites and touches his thumb to the screen, pressing the phone against his ear as he walks up the short pathway to his door and unlocks it.
The phone rings as he steps inside and Carlos startles hearing the chime of a phone inside his home. He follows the sound to the living room where TK is sitting on the couch, eyes fixed to the door. His legs are pulled up to his chest, his arms folded on top of his knees. He looks so small, like a child that has just been reprimanded, the cuffs of his sweater pulled down over his hands.
TK’s eyes are rimmed pink, his face flushed. The man looks as if he’s aged a few years in the span of time Carlos had stepped away. It makes something in Carlos’ chest crack open.
He falters at the sight of him, ending the call. In the silence of the room now, he can only hear the ticking of the clock as it counts the seconds it takes for Carlos to find something to say.
“You’re still here.”
TK looks wounded at the statement. “Would you rather I not be?” TK asks quietly, chin propped up on his arms.
Carlos toys with his keys before dropping them into the dish on the coffee table.
“Of course not,” Carlos replies, walking around the table to sit on the couch as well.
He leaves a bit of space between them, still unsure of what footing they stand on with each other. It’s reassuring to see TK now, to know that he at least still wants to be around him and talk this whole thing out.
“I’m sorry about walking out like that. I just needed to clear my head.”
“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m the one that got us to that point.”
TK lets out a shaky breath and continues. “I’ve never seen you that upset before.”
Carlos shrugs. “I don’t usually get angry, especially not like that. I wasn’t myself and that wasn’t right.”
“You’re allowed to get mad, Carlos. If something bothers you, it’s only natural.”
Carlos shakes his head. “I don’t like giving into that.” He falls silent for a moment. “I’m glad you stayed.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I hate how this feels; this isn’t us. I don’t want you and I to end tonight on a bad note and have it spill over into tomorrow.”
TK stares at him for a moment and shakes his head as if to clear it.
“What?” Carlos prompts.
TK licks his lips and unfurls himself. “I’ve never been with anyone who thought like that. All my exes, our bad moods stayed with us for however long it took to fizzle out on its own.”
Carlos doesn’t like the sound of that at all.
“That’s not how I operate. Tomorrow is its own day. It shouldn’t inherit the troubles from today. I don’t like going to bed angry.”
It was an old adage his family swore by and Carlos had adopted the philosophy for himself as well. Harboring negative feelings was a disservice to everyone.
TK looks at him for a moment before lowering his gaze to his hands.
“I’m sorry I got defensive. I was totally in the wrong with this. I’ve been thinking it all over and seeing it from your perspective. I fucked up. Honestly, this whole time I knew I was messing up. You must hate me.”
“I could never hate you, T. You know that. I just needed some time to clear my head but I wasn’t walking out on us, I promise. I just needed to be alone and work some stuff out.”
TK sighs, letting out a relieved breath. Carlos feels guilty for making him worry.
“Did you find that peace of mind you were looking for?”
Carlos chuckles tersely. “Sort of. I realized the real reason why I blew up didn’t really have anything to do with you specifically. It was old insecurities rearing their heads and I caved. I thought I was past everything and all it took was one instance to show me that I’ve still got some things I need to work on.”
“Past what exactly? What kind of insecurities?”
Carlos sighs. He isn’t sure how to touch on his concerns now. It sounds so trivial and childish in his own head. He fears what TK will think if he brings himself to disclose what he’s been grappling with all evening.
“I know how much he means to you. Hell, you wanted to marry this guy, build a future with him. I’m not holding that against you, of course. It’s just...what you guys had clearly counted for a lot. If you had decided to continue talking to him or to even see him again, I couldn’t compete with that.”
TK’s brows furrow, reaching for his hand.
“Carlos, please listen to me. You win out each and every time in every possible way. Alex meant something to me. Past tense. As in used to but not anymore. I chose wrong with him but I know that I’ve got it right with you. That isn’t something I’ve ever doubted since meeting you.”
Carlos looks away, chewing on his lip. It isn’t like him to show his anxiousness like this and yet here he is, a ball of nerves.
“Talk to me, Los. What are you thinking?”
TK’s been so candid with him about his life back in New York, all the highs and lows of his battles with substances and depression. In Carlos’ eyes, those are real issues, true upsets that rank so much higher on a list than pesky confidence issues. But if he can’t be open with the man he’s in love with, Carlos realizes that there isn’t anyone else he can talk this out with. And besides, he reasons, his thoughts and feelings will always matter with TK.
“I’m not usually the first choice someone makes. Or...if I am, they always seem to inevitably look elsewhere. I never seem to be enough in the long run. Seeing that he called you, it scared me. I know that you love me and that we’re happy and good together. I know that we have something real and solid here. Rationally I know that you all ended on horrible terms. But even with all that in mind, I’m always so scared of losing you one day. I’ve had boyfriends run back to their exes before. I panicked thinking it could be the case here.”
“That’s never going to happen with me, Carlos. Never,” TK says quickly.
“You don’t know that.”
“Yeah, actually I do. I know it for a fact. I am so incredibly in love with you. I never thought I could ever be this happy with someone and yet, here you are. All mine. I’ll say it to you every day and you can bet I’ll make it my mission to show you too. I don’t ever want you to doubt your importance in my life. I don’t know what I’d be now if we never got together. Alex is barely a thought and on those extremely rare moments when he comes across my mind, all I can think is how goddamn lucky I was that I dodged a bullet there.”
TK laces their fingers, giving his hand a squeeze.
“I had no idea you’ve been through all of that in the past. Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s dumb. That’s no reason to flip out like I did.”
“Of course it is; it makes total sense. I didn’t mean to add to that, to be another person on that list. But I swear to you, I will never make a mistake like this again. I wasn’t trying to hide anything or be sneaky going behind your back. I didn’t tell you because I honestly didn’t want you to feel like you had any reason to worry because you truly don’t. I feel nothing towards Alex or any other guy for that matter. But I see how not telling you was way worse. I should have been upfront from the second he called me.”
TK sighs and rakes a hand through his hair. “I’ve still got a lot of learning to do.”
“So do I,” Carlos says, searching TK’s eyes. “God, I was being so stupid and ridiculous.”
TK frowns and inches closer. “Shh, no, you weren’t. Your reaction was completely justified, a hundred percent. I didn’t mean to make you scared and I’m so sorry you were ever with anyone that made you feel less than. You’re the greatest part of my life, Carlos Reyes. The absolute best part. There hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t felt like the luckiest guy in the world for being loved by you. You’re so much more than I ever thought I’d have.”
Carlos smiles at the reassurance. All the same, he can’t help but to feel foolish.
“Still, I’m so embarrassed,” he chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Why? You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me.”
“I made something out of nothing and just showed you what a massive insecure mess I can be. Not exactly the finest quality.”
“If you say one more negative thing about my boyfriend I’ll...well, I don’t have an actual threat here. I’ll just be very upset.” TK kisses at his temple. “I love every part of you, even the messy bits. God knows I’m made mostly of parts like that and you still love me anyway. I don’t want you keeping up appearances or downplaying your emotions for me. Whatever you’re feeling or thinking, I want to know because it’s valid, Los.”
TK brings Carlos’ hand to his mouth, lips skimming along the back.
“You’re not a machine. It’s okay to feel things. And, to be fair, I went about this whole Alex thing totally wrong. I should’ve said something; I shouldn’t have kept that from you. This one’s on me. If an ex you were serious about did that, I’d want to know.”
“So you forgive me?” Carlos asks.
TK frowns, tracing the outline of Carlos’ jaw. “Babe, there’s nothing to forgive here. I’m not mad at you. I was upset with myself.”
“I snapped, walked out, and I made you cry. Those are criminal offenses in my book.”
TK laughs and shakes his head. “It’s nothing we can’t bounce back from, right?”
“Right. We’re okay. Better than that, even. We’re prepared if anymore exes decide to come out of the woodwork.”
TK laughs and nods in agreement. “Definitely. So, have we passed the ready-for-bed test now?”
Carlos hums in thought, standing up from the couch and tugging TK towards him.
“Not yet. There’s just one final step until we get the all clear,” he says.
TK smirks knowingly and tips his head up for Carlos to capture his lips. Carlos frames his boyfriend’s face in his hands, mouth moving over TK’s steadily. He kisses him deeply, casting out all the residual doubt and fear that’s knocking about, clearing it all like cobwebs from the darkest corners of his head.
He pulls back enough to stare into TK’s eyes, those gorgeous green irises teeming with so much love and affection. How Carlos allowed himself to give in to misgivings seems inconceivable now. No one has ever looked at him the way TK does.
“Okay, now we’re ready.”
Ready to put this whole argument behind them, ready to sleep, ready to tackle whatever obstacles may try to stand in their way.
As they walk hand in hand towards his bedroom now, Carlos feels as if he’s leaving so much behind. For all that he’s given away to people throughout the years, he’s struck by just how much the man holding on to him has given him back in return. And that, Carlos realizes, isn’t something anyone stands a chance of taking away.
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evanbvckley · 4 years
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15 EVAN BUCKLEY ICONS + 9 PRIDE ICONS All icons are 120x120 and can be found on my icon page (/icons)*. *i can’t link the page or tumblr will hide this post lmao.
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natural-singularity · 4 years
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pan-buck -> wizardbuckley
hi my name’s maddie and i had a Desire™ 
tysm @vampirebuckley for donating such a stunning url. i am but a humble walnut. i am also now tracking #usermaddiee bc why not confuse everyone just a little bit more??
some mutuals under the cut ty for putting up with me 😔✌🏻
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boykisserbuckley · 3 years
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it’s science, you know. every full moon, the freaks come out.
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boykisserbuckley · 3 years
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he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
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boykisserbuckley · 3 years
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wanna grab a bite after we drop him?
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boykisserbuckley · 3 years
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MAKE ME CHOOSE:
↳ @nymika-arts asked: Eggsy in Kingsman: The Secret Service or Kingsman: The Golden Circle
Sorry, love. Gotta save the world.
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silverfoxjoel · 3 years
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Werefox! Stiles
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silverfoxjoel · 3 years
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Superpower Moodboard Collection: Chimney Han (Immortality)
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joebennet · 4 years
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Yadriel was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
[ID: Three still images in black and white. Each is overlaid with a gif of snow falling and a quote from Cemetery Boys by Aidan Thomas.
Image one: A cemetery bathed in grey light. There is one skeletal tree, bare of leaves, and the clouds obscure the sky. Only the tops of the graves are visible. The quote says “Is Yadriel your friend?”.
Image two: A blank white background with the silhouette of two hands. The hands are blurred, ghostly, and reach for each other. The quote says “the words burned”.
Image three: The silhouette of two boys. Their noses touch as they lean in, one boy’s mouth parted in anticipation. The quote says “’Mi querido!’ He snapped viciously”. END ID]
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silverfoxjoel · 3 years
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Superpower Moodboard Collection: Eddie Diaz (Time Travel)
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silverfoxjoel · 3 years
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Superpower Moodboard Collection: Hen Wilson (Healing)
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