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stolen-breath · 2 years

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𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦❜𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 -- 𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝟚 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

!! TRIGGER WARNING !! blood and gore strong language violence suggestive themes !! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! :: author's note :: god, i love this game so much. i've only just gotten to central, so sorry for having so few characters -- but if you want more of the guys from old villedor (vincenzo, klaus, hermann, carlos, etc) please let me know!

:: DYING LIGHT 2 GIRLS EDITION COMING SOON ::

If a Renegade hurt you – how would your boyfriend react?

𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒏

Hakon’s not really the kind to fight, but if he caught the Renegade in the act of hurting you, he’d see red.

He’ll take advantage of his innate stealthiness and sneak up behind him – you may not even notice him, being a bit distracted fighting for your life

He won’t even reach for his own weapon – he’ll grab the nearest thing in reach and bash the Renegade over the back of the head until he slumps over (unconscious? Dead? Who knows? Who cares?)

He’ll drag you to your feet, whispering “We gotta go, Y/N – who knows when the rest of them will show up.”

He won’t even try to carry you. It’s a waste of precious time, especially since he can’t really roof-run with you in his arms. Bit hard to grab gutters and pipes when his arms are full of you.

He will run slowly – carefully – picking the safest and easiest options. He won’t leave you behind like the others. You’re different. You’re special. You’re not like his four wives.

When he gets you home (to his place – yours isn’t safe), he’ll tuck you carefully into bed and fuck off for a while. You feel abandoned, alone, resigned to die in a bed that’s not even yours, and drift away into the blissful warmth of unconsciousness.

When you wake up again a few hours later, it’s night, and Hakon is treating your wounds with chamomile and honey, stitching any cuts with a trembling but oh-so-careful hand.

“Hold still,” he scolds, gently pushing you back down. “He’s not getting you.”

There’s a special kind of comfort in knowing that Hakon, sneaky slippery Hakon loyal only to himself, is putting his entire existence at risk to protect you.

You drift off again, feeling safe for the first time since your arrival in Villedor.

𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚

Barney. Snarky, aggressive, anger-issues Barney.

He tears the Renegade off of you and throws him to the ground.

You don’t recognize the corpse when he finally pulls back, splattered in so much blood that you barely recognize him either.

He doesn’t even wipe the blood off his hands before they’re cupping your face, turning your head this way and that.

Your ears are ringing, you hardly hear his questions, but you answer what you can.

“Should’ve fucking been here,” he snarls as he tears his radio from his belt. He calls for Hermann and a few others to give him backup. “Should’ve known this was fucking coming. Should’ve locked your ass up. Goddamn Pilgrim. You ain’t a one man fucking army, dumbass.”

He and Hermann fight over who gets to carry you – in the end, you choose Hermann. He’s larger, stronger, able to block more blows.

You have to calm Barney down with your logical explanation – “plus,” you add with a pained smirk, “leaves you open to beat the shit out of any Renegades that follow us. You really wanna leave that fun to Hermann?”

He grins back at you, relieved that you can still joke, the dead man’s blood smeared across his teeth. “Fuckin’ A, Y/N. You read me like a book. Let’s get my girl back to the Bazaar – then, we’re gonna wipe the Renegades off the fucking planet.”

𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓

The deaths of his wife and children weighed heavily on his mind for so long. The guilt tore him to pieces. His duty kept him from mourning them, from fucking burying them. He didn’t even know if there were corpses to bury, or if they were shambling about Central with the thousands of other nameless faceless ghouls.

He never expected that a Pilgrim, of all people, would help him find closure.

Being the commander of the PKs of Old Villedor, he isn’t there when you get the shit kicked out of you. You manage to escape on your own – you’re a Pilgrim, you’re thrifty.

You’re not upset that he couldn’t help you. You understand. He has more things to worry about than you.

He, however, is devastated. Furious. He stares at your resting body as you lay in the metro station infirmary, a medic checking your vitals every fifteen minutes.

Horror. Fury. Gut-wrenching guilt.

He’s finally found someone that makes him feel loved again, and he’s failed you. Just like he failed his wife and kids.

Is he going to lose you like he lost them?

But you pull through, of course. You’re a Pilgrim – you’re made of tougher stuff.

When the raw overwhelming power of relief releases him, he turns his fury to his soldiers.

With strict orders and threats of worse punishments than he’s ever doled out before, they wipe out entire Renegade camps and drag in any survivors to parade them in front of you.

It takes weeks, but you finally ID the one who fucked you up.

Aitor pulls you from the room so you don’t have to watch it – but you can still hear his gurgling screams as his soldiers take revenge for what happened to you.

While you wait for him to be brought in (and for quite some time after), he spoils you rotten. Jewelry, fresher food than you’ve eaten since you got here, first choice of any spoils that come in from their looting runs.

And of course you sleep in his bed. It’s the most comfortable bed in the metro station – and it’s the perfect place for him to keep you safe, even in his sleep.

𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓

You and Dodger used to butt heads a lot – you didn’t approve of the way he scammed innocent people to make himself wealthy, and he thought you were a naive, innocent little bird that white-knighted for anyone that offered you a vaguely sad story.

Both of you are right, and neither of you are willing to admit it.

His men are the ones that find you and the Renegade in the fight for your life.

At first, they just watch, not realizing who the intruder is fighting. Some of them make bets on who will win and how the loser will die.

Then one of them catches a glimpse of your face, and their hearts drop into their frayed shoes.

After a brief argument about their odds and Dodger’s temper, they leap into action. Two of them pull you away from the Renegade, since Dodger will literally kill them if anything happens to you – but you take a large gash to the side as the Renegade desperately stabs at you.

He goes down quick. Dodger’s boys are, surprisingly, competent fighters when they’re not up against a Pilgrim.

The two that grabbed you are already carrying you back to the Bazaar, despite your protests that you’re fine and you can get yourself there. Even these dimwits can see that you’re not fine, actually, and you need to get taken home as fast as they can.

They can’t roofrun, unfortunately, so their way is long and winding through alleys and dark buildings too small to have more than a few infected in them. It takes a few hours to get you home – by then, you’re unconscious, definite proof that you’re not fine.

Dodger listens to their tale with only half an ear, only enough to pick up the details he needs. The Renegades have fucked with his property, his beloved.

They have no idea the hell they have invited upon themselves.

You have no idea what he’s doing – Dodger is a bit…dodgy after all*

But he seems a lot more attentive to you, and specifically you

His Bazaar obligations can wait. You need him here and now.

When he finds the man who fucked with you, he brings him into your shared room and sprawls out on the bed beside you, pulling you into his lap and arms.

“Shh,” he soothes, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. “This the man who fucked with you?”

You nod, resting your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. You already know what’s coming. You can’t prevent yourself from hearing what’s about to happen, but if you need to, you can hide your eyes.

You need to hide your eyes immediately. Dodger brings in his most ruthless assistant, his right hand man, Klaus.

After but a minute, you beg Dodger to stop. He orders the man removed and “dealt with.”

When you’ve healed enough that you can actually win the argument with Dodger about being allowed outside the safety of the Bazaar’s walls again, you see the body hanging from a makeshift noose outside the door.

The only recognizable part is his broken mask, the mask you broke in the fight, and the scar you left on his body.

𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛

You still don’t know why Waltz picked you. Of all the people in the city, he picked you.

You don’t know if that arouses you or terrifies you.

It doesn’t take him long to find out what his man did to you. His crew is so afraid of him that they’re all spies amongst themselves, willing to rat each other out to buy even a moment of his favor.

Unfortunately, the traitor (for he is a traitor now, having willingly attacked his master’s favorite) isn’t done with you.

He tries to sneak into your quarters, maskless, bold as you please.

Renegades are great liars after all, even to each other.

He tries to smother your face with a pillow as you bask in the comforting warmth of the UV light above you, too drowsy to even realize he’s there until the room goes dark and the air you breathe becomes rather…feathery.

He almost succeeds. He would have, if a sudden attack didn’t launch him across the room and snap his spine over a metal bedframe.

You wink in and out of consciousness as the crazed attacker rips your would-be-murderer to shreds with his bare hands, screaming like a crazed volatile into the night.

Not for the first time do you find yourself afraid in your waking moments. You’ve never seen Waltz in his crazed form – will he recognize you? Is this how you’re meant to die, at the claws of your lover rather than the comforting pillow cutting off your air as you lay half-asleep?

But the monster creeps toward you, oh-so-gently caressing your face so he doesn’t cut you with his razor-sharp claws.

“Shh,” the silhouette rasps in the darkness. “I’ll protect you. I’ll kill any motherfucker who dares show his face in here again.”

You drift off again, this time to sleep, as he slips from the room and slaughters the men who were guarding your room, the ones that failed you.

The traitors.

*I’ll see myself out

#dying light 2 #dying light 2 stay human #dying light 2 imagines #imagine your ship #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #my imagines

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rmd-writes · 1 year

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Whenever I read Henry's POV, I can't help but think of Carlos. They both have exasperated fondness when they're thinking of their chaotic demons. They're both so smitten and so done with their dumbass boyfriends.

I also have this HC that TK and Alex will rub each other the wrong way in the beginning. I don't know why but I can feel it hahaha! And then Carlos and Henry will get along and Alex and TK will see that and start talking about their nerd boyfriends and slowly build friendship.

I bet Carlos and Henry will get along with their religion trauma and if there's anyone who will understand each other it will be them no matter how different their situations were.

And the Alex and TK will get into some sort of trouble and they needed their partners to help them out. And instead of pointing blames, they will try to defend each other and it gets sillier that Henry and Carlos will just give up.

Imagine Henry hissing "Oh my god, Alex" and beside him Carlos' "TK..." (you know his I love you but why are you like that? tone). Alex and Carlos bonding over being a Tex-Mex and sharing recipes, talking about sports and laws in Texas (idk). Henry and TK talking about their depression and grief over losing a parent. Being passionate about David and Buttercup.

Can you tell that I always think about them? I have so much feels and I've never wish that I can write them more than now. I hope someone from Tarlos or RWRB fandom will write them. The trope possibilities: College AU; Coffee Shop AU; Sports AU also Detective Reyes meets Attorney Diaz.

oh wow, anon, this is really something.

My take is that ACD and TK would hit it off immediately and would unleash their combined chaotic energy on the world, much to the chagrin of their very patient boyfriends/fiances/husbands.

@welcometololaland and I actually did both spiral about the prospect of them ever meeting, given the Austin connection, months ago (I searched our DMs and it was back in August) after we both read this fic by @howtosingit and latched onto one particular detail in it and when we were talking about it, both said CROSSOVER at the same time. Anyway, as a result of that spiral, we plotted a crossover fic which Lola is writing. It's not an AU and conceivably fits within both canon timelines.

As for wishing you could write them - why not? Give it a go! Fandom is littered with writers who once thought they wouldn't write a particular pairing (myself included), and who better to write the stories you want to read than you?

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iboatedhere · 1 year

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I missed the reason why you dislike the blake family, and that might be horrible timing but would you mind telling me? (I've been wanting to ask for days but bc I stupidly thought they would not write that dumbass Carlos/Iris marriage thing I wanted to wait for the season to start)

But anyway I just hate this storyline so much, it's not in character, it's nonsensical and it's getting on my damn nerves. How does any of it get rationalized as anything other than "the writers thought they were too clever by half". I mean, we're supposed to buy that a freshly out Carlos, just out of high school, married (why would he marry her at 18? Why not just live together?) his best friend to? fight rejection? Gain his parents' approval? (And we're being told that knowing it didn't work ,since we saw 2x04). Ok let's say I'm ok with that. Then she goes missing, he doesn't care? Nobody cares? Yeah that's the gay cop with the missing wife, you know, who's dad is a ranger ? Then he meets TK at a honky tonk for 1st responders and no cop is like "hey, this dude is really enjoying that danse with the hot new yorker for a man whose wife is missing" Then she turns up and they have a joyous reunion where they decide to stay married for insurance fraud reasons? And then TK meets his parents and no one is like "Hey, remember that girl you married and is still alive and married to you? How does your live in boyfriend feel about that?" And now, we're supposed to accept "I'm so happy to be marrying TK soon, oh damn, that reminds me I'm still married to this girl I haven't bothered to check up on in a minute, hope she doesn't think I'm a bad friend or anything, what do you think, fiancé who's just now learned of my pre-existing marriage ?"

The Michelle storyline in season 1 was the worst by far because it was so isolated. She didn't interact with anyone else (save for Owen in a few scenes) and she didn't seem like she was that great of a Captain, to the point where Tim and Nancy had to be like "I don't think you've ever told us good job" or whatever.

She repeatedly violated a restraining order against a man that was innocent to the point where she got him fired from his job.

She was also incredibly selfish and bratty to Carlos while they were "looking" for Iris--he went out of his way to set up a meeting with Detective Washington, asked her to be nice, and then .5 seconds into it she turned into a snob.

Carlos had to guilt her into asking how he was doing and if he was seeing anyone and when she did she still didn't have the capacity to connect the dots that he hooked up with TK. Not only was she a terrible friend she was also a terrible sister-in-law.

If he felt he had to marry her at that time, fine, whatever, that's fine. He felt he had to stay married to her to give her insurance, that's less okay, that's fraud and even Gabriel should've been like "well actually!" There were other avenues, people find them everyday. The second he and TK got serious that should've come out. TK might have been okay with it at the start but I don't think he should just be fine with it now.

#ask

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, aggression, acts of violence, medical situation, Tig getting beat up a little bit, motorcycle accident, mentions of guns/gun running, vulgar language.

Mandy’s POV

"You're pregnant?"

I nodded, looking at him. He didn't look up from the pregnancy test.

"7 weeks...that means that..."

"The night Donna died." I said, confirming what he thought.

"Shit."

I sat on Luann's desk.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, "I uh...was 3 weeks at the time I got in the accident. Tara was doing exams and she was worried because she said my lower abdomen felt hard...she wanted to make sure I wasn't bleeding internally...and when they took me in for tests they asked if I'd been sexually active because it wasn't blood. I just took the test this afternoon when Tara came by."

"So, your mom knows?"

I nodded again, "yeah...my mom knows...and uh so does my dad.'

I watched has his eyes went wide, "Clay knows?"

"Yeah," I admitted, "this evening he came back to the house to talk with mom, and they sat me down...dad said that I needed to tell you first."

"He's gonna fucking murder me, Amanda."

I shook my head, "he won't. He promised me that...he's mad, and he probably won't talk to you for a while, but he won't kill you."

"Jesus," he said, running a hand through his mohawk, "is that why he said I'm off the run for tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I admitted, "I said I was gonna tell you tomorrow and he said you'd need some time to absorb all of it."

"So what are we gonna do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Amanda," he began, putting the test on the desk, "baby, you know I love you. But are we really ready to do this? You're just getting your bearings with raising Rizario. Do you think we can handle adding a baby to that?"

I felt sadness in the pit of my stomach. He'd taken my hands in his own, but I dropped them. I felt betrayed by him, "what do you want me to do then Juan Carlos? Murder our baby? Abort it?"

"I didn't say that, baby," he said, trying to back track, "I'm just..."

He tried to explain but I cut him off, "I'm gonna go home."

"Mandy," he pleaded. But it was too late. I pushed past him and made my way towards the entrance of CaraCara. When I got outside I remembered that Tara had been my ride down, and I didn't have a way back home. I let myself slide against the side of the building and breakdown. I heard the door open as noise filtered through, but I didn't bother to look up. I kept sobbing into my palms.

The metal warehouse made a thud beside me, before I could spot the dark jeans out of my peripherals.

"Do I gotta break that dumbasses neck?"

"You are the dumbass," I said sniffling, looking back up to my boyfriend, “Jc…”

He gave me a soft look and took my hands from my face, "I love you...I know I'm a dumbass, but we'll figure this shit out. I promise. I just. This is a lot you know. The first time we have sex and I knock you up...and you’re telling me that Clay won't murder me for it? It's a lot of big news to receive at a porn party."

I laughed and cried at the same time. He wiped some of the tears from my face. I put my hands over his, as he held my face.

"JC do you want this baby?"

"It wasn't planned," he admitted, "but I'm gonna love the fuck outta this kid if you want to keep it."

"Yeah?" I asked, feeling misty eyed.

"Of course."

"Can we go home?"

He nodded and helped me to my feet. I got on the back of his bike, and he drove back to his house. When he parked, he made sure to be extremely delicate with me.

"You realize I'm pregnant, not made of glass, right?"

"I just...I want you to know that I'm here for you all the time baby..." he smiled and put a hand on my stomach, "both of you."

"JC," I said, trying not to cry. He looked at me, “Don’t…don’t do that.”

"What?" he asked, "did I say something wrong?"

I shook my head, wiping away some stray tears, "no. Damn it I blame the hormones...I just...I'm so happy..."

"We're a family baby," he smirked, "you're my old lady...that's our little one..."

"And Rizario?"

"Rizario is gonna be a big brother," he laughed, feeling the emotions he hadn’t otherwise allowed himself to feel, “this is crazy…right?”

"We're really doin it?"

He nodded, "yeah. Yeah! Come on. Let's get you inside. It's cold. Last thing I want is you getting the flu."

"Look at you," I joked, “being a good daddy already."

He smiled as he led me inside, "remember that when I teach the baby how to ride a motorcycle."

Jax’s POV "Military surplus as a cover," I smiled, "wish we'd thought of that."

"It's Edmond," Cam smiled, "boy's a genius."

"Oh Yeah?" Chibs asked, "he must take after his mother."

"Obviously."

"How do we carry?" Clay asked.

"Ten guns in each," Cam replied, "roll it up, strap it on. Easy enough.”

He pulled out a bed roll and showed the slots where we could load the guns.

Bobby nodded along, "just a biker with a bedroll."

"Six riders," Tig nodded, "five dozen. That's a good haul."

"Runs are set up for the next three months. One every two weeks."

"We try to cover as many runs as we can with charity runs."

"Cops never mess with us when we're..." Ope laughed, "serving humanity."

"Rest of the time we travel in twos," I said, "stay off the main roads. Should be no problem."

"The 32," Cam smiled, "real pleased the way this worked out with Samcro."

"Well, you tell the scabby fence boys I'm all about the cause," Clay laughed, “always looking out for a brother.”

"You can tell em yourself-."

I looked at Chibs. His reaction changed.

Cam turned back to Clay after cutting his son off, "Edmond...Sorry. Jimmy O, some of the Falcarragh crew might be coming stateside if the time allows."

I bit my tongue as I looked at Chibs. He muttered something in Gaelic before saying, "their day will come."

The mood was killed, and we began to load up our bedrolls. Chibs was the first one back out to his bike.

"sorry about that, Clay," Cam said as we were leaving, “I-I didn’t mean to start nothing.”

He waved him off, "just...try and teach your kid a little about the history before he decides to open his mouth."

Cam nodded and headed back into the surplus shop.

"We good boys?"

Everyone nodded, and we were back off on our mission. It wasn't too long after that we'd met back up with the crew as they were about to hit the highway. The guys made room and we found our way to the tail end of the group.

Everything was going smooth until I heard Clay say something about a burning smell. I looked back and Bobby's bike began to backfire.

"Shit," I groaned, “this ain’t gonna be good.”

The engine sputtered and the tires squealed, leaving a black trail of smoke behind him. He ran into Tig, pushing him over the hill.

"Fuck," Clay said. We started all pulling over. Another guy slid out because of the smoke. One of the Nomad guys. While the Nomad's checked up on their guys, Half Sack was the first to rush down the hill."Who's down?"

"Tig," Chibs yelled, rushing down the hill as well, "Shit. Tig. Tig, you all right brother?"

"Shit," Bobby said, getting off his bike, "Tig."

Half sack and Chibs began trying to pull Tig up the hill. I ran down to grab his bike for him.

"Shit," Sack yelled, "call an ambulance. His leg is cut up really bad."

"Fuck," Clay growled from the top of the hill. When I made it up with Tigs bike I could see why. He'd had a pretty good gash in his leg, "Bobby call a goddamn ambulance."

Chibs managed to use some of the bedroll to bandage him up for a short time until the ambulance could get here.

When we'd gotten to the hospital it took everything in me not to be annoyed. This run was a blow out because Bobby took the god damn dinosaur. But worse yet, we had Tig laying on a gurney in the hallway.

"He's stable," the doc said. She was speaking to Bobby, “a little bent out of shape…but he’ll live.”

"Sorry man," Tig said, taking his hand, “this is all fucked.”

"You just get patched up brother," Clay said, patting his hand, "We'll come by after the drop."

"Oh I'm gonna shove that bike so far up his ass," Tig growled, seeing Bobby, “that god damned dinosaur…”

"Gonna be...just fine," Bobby said, "I'll talk to the doc about getting you stitched up."

"You tend to his every beck and call," Clay growled at Bobby, "wipe his goddamn ass if that's what he wants you to do."

"Call Piney," I said, reminding the guys, "we got two bikes down. He's gonna need the flatbed."

Bobby pointed to sack, "that's you, kid. Call Piney."

Me and Clay shook our heads. I took one of the bedrolls and Ope took the other, but Clay was quick to take it off me. I didn't fight him on that though. Fuck it. He wants the extra load. Oh well.

Tig’s POV

Anyone gonna tell me why I got scooped up?" I asked, "Nothing? No small talk? No hundred bottles of beer on the wall? No row, row, row your boat? Wow. Wow! Okay. I'll start. I'm guessing you played college ball there, baldy. Offensive line? Too much of a pussy to make the pro, and too stupid to graduate."

"Shut your mouth, asshole," the angry one said, “keep your mouth shut…we don’t need to hear shit from you.”

"Oh and you are clearly in it because of your aggression issues." I laughed, taunting him, “getting the bad guy…that make you hard? Or is it just me?”

"You hear what he said?" "And you? You're at least half a fag. Probably in love with him and this job is just your way of staying close."

Anger issues sent a fist towards my nose. I felt my skull ricochet off the van.

"Knock it off," Baldy yelled at him, "we don't collect if we bring him in beaten. It's Oregon."

"Oregon?" I asked, "I've got nothing outstanding in Oregon."

"2001," baldy replied, "Assault and indecent exposure inside of a livestock transport."

"Shit. Thought that got squashed."

"Nope," he said matter of fact, "you skipped on a forty-thousand-dollar bond. Sick bastard."

I smiled, and looked at the black kid, "you're dying to ask me, aren't you? Go ahead, I bet you have half a stiffie, Oprah."

"Gag him."

Aggression tried to do it, but I headbutted him for the punch from earlier. His little gay lover forced me to the ground of the van and the two of them kept landing punches and kicks to my back and sides.

"Okay, OKAY!"

The bald guy turned around and decked me. I heard them arguing as they threw me out of the back of the truck.

"What are you hitting me for?" I laughed, "I was cooperating. I was being good!"

"Shit."

I laughed as these guys were so easy to egg on. I'd just bought myself some time, and hopefully enough of it that the guys could find me.

"Oh come on," the driver yelled, coming back from the place he'd used as a piss stop, "what the hell did you assholes do to him?"

"He had it comin to-"

Aggression started. The guy cut him off, "I don't care what he said to you. We can't bring him in looking like that. They won't pay us unless we clean him up."

"There's a motel a mile or two up the road."

"Bet you know that motel pretty well, Oprah."

"Shut up," Aggression yelled, kicking me, “fucking piece of shit!”

"HEY!"

He rolled his eyes at baldy, who was trying to regain control.

They settled on a motel, not too far off the highway and I smiled for the second time in twenty minutes. By now the guys had to have known where I was. There was no way the prospect wasn't tailin them.

Fuck, I could hear the unmistakeable roar of a bike going down the road, and then it circled back, but it never stopped.

The idiots that were my captors never even seemed to notice though. They just kept taping me to the chair. When they were sure I was secure, baldy began trying to clean me up. He kept saying that they couldn't collect if I looked like complete shit.

We'd made it through a quarter of a game recap when I saw the flatbed. I smiled through the duct tape as it backed straight into the room, blowing a hole in the wall.

"LET'S GO. LET'S GO."

"Don't move!" Jax yelled.

Happy and a masked figure rushed off the back and cut the tape holding me there.

"Don't you move, or I'll blow your balls off," Chibs said.

"Hey guys," I grinned, running to the flat bed, "I gotta tell ya. It's been a lot of fun. Really. I gotta go though. This is my ride. I just wanted to thank you for everything. And hopefully we can get to do it again sometime."

"Come on," the masked figure said, letting me use them as a crutch.

"GO GO!"

"Go," sack said, jumping on last. The flatbed rushed out and turned left. Those jackasses were in such a state of shock they didn't move.

The guys began to cheer when we'd realized we were free.

"Mandy?"

She tore off her ski mask and handed that and the gun to Sack, before pulling me into a hug, "my god it's good to see you're okay."

"JAX!"

"Blame Piney," Jax said quickly, “I didn’t want her to come…”

"Hey, she wouldn't let me leave when I told her that your bike went down," the old man began, trying to defend himself. "You should have seen Clay's face when she pulled up with me. He was pissed."

"It's because this is club business."

"No it's not," she said shaking her head, "dad's upset I went with you guys because I'm...I'm pregnant."

I looked at the smaller girl in front of me. She was biting her lip. All of our jaws were practically on the floor, "You? You're pregnant?"

She nodded.

"What the hell are you thinking Amanda?" Jax yelled, "you can't go on suicide missions like thi-"

"Great," she sighed, "now you sound like Juice...are you gonna tell me that I shouldn't have helped Tig too? He's my best friend."

"Babydoll," I sighed, "I hate to admit it. But dumbass is right. If you're pregnant you're watching out for a second life too...it's not just you anymore."

Her nostrils flared and she gave me a glare. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, "I just wanted to protect you."

All I could do was pull her into a hug as Jax shook his head at me.

Chapter 7

Tag List: @lohnes16 @evyiione

#soa #sons of anarchy season 2 #sons of anarchy #teller morrow #teller morrow tragedy #soa jax #jax teller #jackson teller #soa juice #juan carlos #juice ortiz #motorcycle #motorcycle clubs #mc #soa tig #tig trager #alexander trager

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crazypersonwhowritesfanfiction · 2 years

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Encanto oc part 2

Cherry -Cherry was born on February 13th 1935 -She has the power to make explosions -She hasn't been back to France in 10 years -She has had all most 9 boyfriends, if were not counting Carlos - Cherry has been to France, Russia, Germany, Japan, all of the US, Mexico, and Colombia -She knows French, Irish, German, Russian, Japanese, English, Italian, and Spanish - Her hair is 7 feet long and is a pain to brush - She had a pet cat, his name is Giuseppe - She's 5'7 with her boots and 5'5 without them - She does wear dresses but likes button up shirts better - Cherry is very loving, were talking kissing, cuddling, etc. - She can punch a brick in half - Due to her background, she knows how to drive a car - She knows how to make her own bombs that she uses in battle -She uses to run a rock band - Her nicknames are, Idiot, Dickhead, Asshole, fucker, but she will call him, Mon prince, Darling, baby, babe, sweets, etc. - Cherry is bisexual Dating Carlos - They hated each other, but secretly they were friends even through they didn't admit it to anyone or themselves - But after that night, they were a couple - If someone talks bad about Cherry, blood will be spilt, it's the same way with Cherry - Cherry would try and dress up nice for Carlos but she only has a few outfits so she just wears the stuff that she always wears - Carlos doesn't mind Cherry smoking, as long as she doesn't do it to much -Carlos would show off to Cherry all the time, Cherry doesn't mind it but does tell him that he doesn't need to - Carlos know how troubled Cherry is, because of his mother, he knows what to do. But when it's bad and Cherry can't control her powers, Carlos doesn't leave her side, he's the only person around and tries to stay there as long as he can -Cherry also loves how he can make her laugh - His nicknames are, dumbass, bitch, Asshole, but on occasions, mi amor, sweetie, mi renia

There relationship in a nutshell

Carlos is A, Cherry is B

3. Carlos is red, Cherry is green

6. Cherry is A, Carlos is B

Them in the modern world - Carlos would be apart of some kind of sport like football or soccer, that is where he would meet Cherry - They didn't talk much mostly because they couldn't see each other, but when they did, they knew something about other got them have to feelings - Once they actually go together, chaos - They would go on dates, and by dates I mean driving shopping carts around the parking lot of a target - They would pretend to hate each other at school - Cherry would sneak into Carlos's house and play games on his switch while they watch TV - Cherry would steal his clothes and then bring them back days later

#encanto #carlos x oc #carlos madrigal #encanto oc

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padfoot0216 · 1 year

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Okay but hear me out (I say this as if I’m about to say something completely normal, but I’m not. None of this is normal) TK and Carlos would both use Tik Tok. They would make POV videos except they are just real things that have happened to them. No one can tell if they are joking.

TK and Carlos’s Tik Tok adventures

- Carlos would start it. Something like “POV Your boyfriend almost set your kitchen on fire (he used to be a firefighter)” And it would show TK in the back trying to put out a very on fire pan.

- TK would retaliate by creating his own Tik Tok. “POV Your boyfriend fell down the stairs, and now you have to provide first aid” Showing Carlos sitting with and ice pack in his head and TK holding a first aid kid.

- They just become more unhinged after that. Everyone in the 126 follows them and so does the 118.

- POV Your boyfriend is in a coma after getting shot by a 10 year old ( TK in a hospital bed)

- POV your boyfriend is apparently just “your colleague” seriously TK

- POV your boyfriend brought a flesh eating lizard into your house and now your scared for your life (He says he wasn’t flesh eating but they found him inside a wound. So excuse me if I don’t believe him)

- The 126 each have their favorite videos

- Owen enjoys watching what his son gets up to but is also kind of concerned for his well being after seeing some of the videos

- POV your a former drug addict and your boyfriend brings drugs into the apartment (a bottle of Tylenol sits on the counter”. This is one one of the videos that concerns Owen.

- POV your boyfriend is crying because the lights were to loud (he swears he’s neurotypical)” Owen is once again concerned about his son

- Marjan enjoys the chaos of the videos.

- POV your dad and your boyfriends dad teamed up to stop an arsonist. They did catch him but now you don’t have a house (so many hoodie are gone) *pile of rubble in the background*

- POV your boyfriend won’t stop crying about his hoodies so now your spending your life savings at 3am to buy new ones

- Mateo is mostly confused and the more he watches the more confused he is

- POV your the bpd (note: try and tell me TK doesn’t have borderline personality disorder) boyfriend and your having a breakdown in the kitchen

- POV All you want to do is sleep but your boyfriend keeps talking about a couch

- Judd is genuinely concerned about both of their well beings

- POV your boyfriend just got kidnapped by a homocidal maniac but refuses to get therapy *carlos is crying in the background

- POV your boyfriend just went into a three day coma and now refuses to go to sleep (yes tk sleep is needed for human survival)

- Paul is entertained by it all

- POV your boyfriend is out with Cooper, whats so great about Cooper, I’m a cop Cooper

- POV A fight breaks out between the police and firefighters softball teams and your boyfriend won’t let you fight and steps in to fight for you (he tells them he’s a cop, it doesn’t work because they are also cops and have desks right next to them. He was invited to one of there childrens graduations. He apologizes to Brian his name was Grant)

- Nancy kind of wishes she never started following them

- POV you wake your boyfriend up at 2 am to tell him you want to write your will (he asks if the lizard is back, not sure why that’s the first thing that came to mind but ok)

- POV you were held captive by a lady who apparently loves the gays (she may want me dead but at least she’s not homophobic)

- Tommy just wants an explanation to it all

- POV Your boyfriend just became a paramedic and was kidnapped by a group of criminals (his dumbass tried to play hero and got knocked out)

- POV your boyfriend blames himself for the death of a criminal (it wasn’t his fault) and is now spending all of his time trying to solve the case (Grace is enabling him.) (I have the first aid kid on stand by)

- The 118 had there own questions and concerns, but the main one being how they know so much about their lives they just met them.

- POV Your boyfriend won’t stop talking about buddie and the couch theory. (Send help)

- POV Your boyfriend is crying because you wouldn’t stop talking about how we aren’t the main show (it’s because we’re in Texas)

Welp that’s it. I’m normal. I swear

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sammygems · 3 years

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so like, all the Auradon Kids and VK in Disney's Descendants deserve better, except for Mal, because fuck Mal. here's (in my opinions) for why:

Auradon Kids Who Deserve Better

Ben - he deserves better then Mal. Their relationship started because she drugged him, and yes, the spell wore off and wasn't there the majority of their relationship, but that's such a bad start to a relationship. Also, Mal sucks, she runs away from her problems when it becomes too much for her (which yes, stress is difficult, but you don't just run away when things get hard. try talking to someone, take a break, there are so many other ways of dealing with it before running away). Overall Ben deserves a better girlfriend, wife, and queen.

Doug - i guess more screentime/attention from the fandom. he's a good boyfriend to Evie and he loves and supports her. give him more credit god dangit

Chad - THIS BOY NEEDS SOME THERAPY AFTER THE 3RD MOVIE

Lonnie - She deserves to not be fucking whitewashed as fuck. Like, she's the daughter of Fa Mulan and Li Shang, yet her name is fucking LONNIE?? Give her an actual chinese name, good god.

Jane - Now, I love Jane, but she deserved better writing, especially her relationship with Carlos.

Audrey - OH BOY WHERE DO I START?! This girl deserves so much better. Ben did her wrong, Mal did her wrong, her family's disappointment in her for loosing the crown as future queen. I loved that she was the villain of the 3rd movie, but she still deserves so much better. Some of the people in the Descendants fandom hate her for sometimes really dumb reasons too. Btw, her treatment of Chad in the 3rd movie is not ok, I will never say she was in the right for how she threated him.

VKs Who Deserve Better

Jay - He deserves more to his character & screen time in the movies. By the third movie, he was basically turned into a glorified side character.

Carlos - BETTER WRITING. Again, his relationship with Jane mainly deserved better writing, but by the third movie, he also deserved more screentime. Like Jay, he was kinda turned into a glorified side character. Also, Rest In Peace Cameron Boyce, you were gone far too soon.

Gil - I can't really say much for Gil, but I guess a better name??? WHY IS HE NAMED GIL??? HIS FATHER IS GASTON

Dizzy Tremaine - My girl deserved more screentime in the 3rd movie. She's a cute character and I really think she deserves some more attention in the actual movies.

Celia Facilier - Queen of being hyped up as an important character, only to do basically nothing. Also, WHY DID MAL DECIDE "yes, Celia is troubled", we barely were showed anything to get the impression that she was actually troubled.

Harry Hook - Um, hmmm, maybe for that dumbass fanfic backstory of him and Mal being in a relationship?? Like, guys who believe that, IT'S NOT CANON. Also his clear and obvious relationship with Uma needs and deserves to be accepted as canon because IT IS.

Uma - This girl deserves so much better from the fandom. She's a good character, she cares about the other isle kids. Mal sucks and she deserved a better childhood friend then Mal. Also her relationship with Harry needs to be accepted.

Evie - MY GIRL EVIE. She deserves a better best friend then Mal, Mal threated her like shit, both by bullying her AND after becoming friends, still being rude to her. In the 1st movie, when they first arrive at Auradon, Mal makes Evie feel bad for actually being excited to be in Auradon. In the 2nd, Evie is scared of going back to the Isle, but chooses to because Mal is there and she doesn't want to leave Ben alone, only for Mal to be a bitch when Evie shows up. Then in the 3rd, Mal lies to her about the "closing the Isle for good" thing, when she KNOWS Evie wants to help the kids on the Isle. Also, in the first movie, Audrey telling her that Evie isn't a princess was just kinda unnecessary. She deserves so much better.

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years

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Can you make a GC for the RE Boys + Piers and Jake where they try to calm down an angry reader but ended up getting a bloody nose by accident?

😀 yes. I’m so sorry this took a few days. I couldn’t get creative enough in one day for this. I’m so so sorry!

Genre // I have no idea what to call it ; fluff (towards the ends)

TW // angy/stressed reader ; blood ; arguing ; Leon being adorable af

Characters // Leon, Carlos, Jake, Piers

Leon Kennedy

You weren’t really having the best day today. You woke up late which made you late for work, you had so much work to do, two meetings and your boss ended getting mad at you because you didn’t do everything you had to that day

Everything was so shitty you felt like punching a brick wall. On top of that you had to fix the tire on your truck since it popped. Today wasn’t really the day to be fucked with

You got home and threw your bag on the floor, took off your shoes and went to the dining room to sit at the table. You felt so pissed off and tired. You heard the footsteps of your boyfriend coming from you bedroom

“You okay…? You usually never come in like this…” Leon spoke as he placed a hand on your back, you quickly moved his hand away

“Don’t touch me right now…” you responded and Leon looked almost offended. He sat next to you and Leon being Leon he still continued to get you to talk to him about your day

“Honey please… I’ll get you a glass of water maybe some food so you can talk… did you eat your lunch I packed for you?” Pls protect this man at all costs 🥺

“Leon please…. I don’t want to talk about it I’m too tired, im stressed the hell out, Please just go away!” the stress from that day was too much for you to handle and you started to cry from it

Leon hated seeing you this stressed. He knew you didn’t mean any of that it was just the emotions were too much for you to handle right now. He knows exactly how you feel because he gets the same way too. The difference between you and him is you don’t tell him you’re stressed and he hates that “baby….”

Leon went over to you to hug you but you put your hand up thinking it was his shoulder, you pushed him away “Leon please! I-“ you looked up at him and realised it wasn’t his shoulder it was his face you pushed

Leon stood back and wiped his nose before looking at it — He was bleeding… Seeing the blood and knowing you did that made you feel like shit… you started to cry more “I-I’m sorry!”

Leon went to get some tissue and wipe the blood before getting more to plug that nostril. He surprisingly wasn’t mad “don’t be.. I get you’re upset” he washed his hands and went over to hug you. You hugged back

“You’re not mad at me…?”

“I get your upset and I know you didn’t mean it. Look Let’s go get you changed and cleaned up then we can watch a movie” he suggested as he helped you up. This man never got mad with you even if you accidentally hurt him like now. Especially when your emotions explode like that

😡 —————————————— 😡

Carlos Oliveira

It’s been a long and stressful month for you. Umbrella was working you like a dog, making you do all these papers, tasks, one stressful mission

Ontop of all this you weren’t getting as much sleep as you would like. When you got home Carlos was already home since he wasn’t worked as much as you were so he got to go home earlier

You put all your stuff on the floor by the door and stormed to your bedroom, you looked like you were crying the entire drive home mainly cause you were

“Well hello to you to…” Carlos said under his breath as he dried his hands off and turned off the sink water. He was washing the dishes since he was about to make dinner “hey! What’s up with you?” Carlos walked into the room to see you crying on the bed

“Carlos I can’t deal with this job anymore… I honestly fucking can’t anymore. They’ve been working me like a dog, no brakes, nothing!” You said as Carlos went over to you and sighed

“I’m sorry…. I-“

“No you aren’t being if you were you would have noticed by now and said something! Tried to at least help me once” you got up and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes

“Whoa what the hell? I asked you if you needed help like two weeks ago with papers and you said no. I tried to help you but you said you can handle it”

“Carlos…. Please just go away and let me be… I don’t need this right now”

“I — Talk to me please. I wanna help I’m sorry I didn’t…” Carlos walked over and placed his hands on your shoulders as if trying to comfort you

You snapped and pushed him away “Carlos please! I said — oh no…” you finally realised how hard you pushed him because now his nose was bleeding, two drops fell on the floor

Carlos was more shocked that you managed to push him THAT hard he put his hand to his nose and started at you. You just stood there expecting him to be mad at you and like storm out the room or something but he just chuckled “well damn…”

You stood there and stared at him, you felt so bad you looked at your hands as if they were weapons “I-I hurt you…. I’m so sorry please, Carlos!” Your voice shook as you started to cry again

Carlos held his hand on his nose then grabbed yours with his free hand, you flinched at his touch since you were afraid you were gonna hurt him again “I know you didn’t mean it honey… don’t beat yourself up over it. You were pissed and exploded. You see how I get when I’m like that — I just never hit you because I’m not like that. Accidents happen”

Let’s just say you didn’t touch him for like three weeks after that

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Jake Muller

Jake was always able to tell when something was wrong with you from a mile away. He knew everything mainly because he was very observant. So when you were pissed he knew.

You’ve been in a pissy mood all day and Jake finally decided to say something about “hey. The hell is up with you? You’ve been mad all day and won’t even give me a kiss”

“I’m fine Jake…”

“It’s your dad again isn’t it? I told you to tell me whenever he —“

“Jake — Didn’t I just say I’m fine?” You turn to look at him. There was no convincing Jake you were fine since he knew

“Well you’re obviously not fucking fine — You wouldn’t be using that tone with me if you were” Jake said as you stood up and he stood up after you. You let out a very annoyed sigh and walked away, Jake being Jake followed behind you “please tell me what’s wrong I don’t like arguing with you. That’s my least favourite thing to do”

You shut the door and Jake wasn’t really paying attention so he continued walking and he ran face first into the door. All you hear is “ah fuck!” From the other side of the door, this made you start laughing a bit before opening the door and looking at Jake — Funny how your mood changed 🧍🏾‍♀️

Jake held his nose and looked at you “you meant that didn’t you?” He asked before walking to the bathroom to see his nose, it was bleeding but not that much

“Your dumbass didn’t pay attention, that’s kinda your fault but mine at the same time” you chuckled, Jake got some toilet paper and plugged his nose with it before washing his hands “will you tell me what’s wrong now without an attitude?”

You agreed and you eventually told him what was wrong on, you did get mad again because of what happened but Jake ended up calming you down without his nose getting half of that anger like last night 😀

(I just wanted to make this one funnier 😭😭)

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Piers Nivans

Just like Jake he was able to tell when you were upset and about to explode at any second but he didn’t want almost all day before asking you. He was the type when he sensed something was off with you he’d automatically confront you. It was kinda scary on how fast he did this too

“Babe… is something bothering you? You’re not acting correct….” Piers asked as you stared at him. You shook your head and piers immediately knew it was bullshit, he grabbed you hand gently “you don’t have to hide this from me you know…”

You pull your hand away and stand up “Piers im fine. Please…” you tell him and he’s not falling for it. Piers is stubborn and won’t stop until he gets an answer. He grabbed your hand and you kinda snapped and pushed him away “Piers! I told you I’m fine. Stop” you told him. Not really raising your voice but it was stern. You didn’t think you pushed him hard but Piers also did get hurt in weird ways even though he was in the BSAA

“Babe….” He said, his voice sounded so hurt and he felt something drip from his nose and looked down to see it was blood. You felt so fucking bad you started crying “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to I got mad!” You pleaded as you backed away, Piers immediately hugged you because he knew he probably pushed it this time, using a free hand to cover his nose so he didn’t get blood on you

“Honey I’m sorry…. I pushed you too much I’m sorry. Also I get bloody noses a lot so this is nothing” Piers was lying about the bloody nose part, he didn’t want you to feel bad

You didn’t touch him for a week after that 🥺

#resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 6 #resident evil biohazard #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy #carlos oliveira x reader #Carlos Oliveira #jake muller #Jake muller x reader #piers nivans #piers nivans x reader

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footyleclerc · 3 years

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hello, since a few of my followers (and the lovely @whoopsallgone!) asked me to do a lestappen fic rec, here I am delivering to the masses! you may have seen a few of these fics in other recs but they’re just so good that they deserve as much appreciation as is humanly possible! so please do show them all some love if you haven’t already :)

lost in your current like a priceless wine • 10,211 w • by shybear_styles

"I might have accidentally told my mom that I have a boyfriend and now she's demanding that I bring you home with me for the New Year. Actually, she said Christmas and New Year, but I told her that you were spending Christmas with your own family..."

The ultimate fake dating fic, and it's set during Christmas! From roommates to lovers, the entire fic is adorable fluff. They've written a few bangers and this one is great too!

we're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love • 6,330 w • by maxverstappens (@pierlex)

Lando sets Max up on disastrous blind dates that end up with Max falling for the bartender who was the real set up all along.

One of my fave fics ever! The subtle flirting. Norstappen friendship. *BEAUTIFUL* Just really well written, would 100 percent recommend. Special shout out to 'pick apart the pieces of your heart', it's amazing!!

When Not If • multi-chapter • 5/5 • 11,448 w • by ayuxena

Max and Charles find themselves in quarantine together in the middle of the Swiss mountains. It was all destined to happened. It was just a matter of when and not if.

Such a cute read! The way they spend their time together and the little things they learn along the way, it's as Max would say "simply lovely".

The Grid: A Comprehensive Guide for Handling your Gay Racer Friends • 6,333 w • by inchidentsdeancas (@dumbass-ultimate)

A view into Charles and Max, in the style of The Office. Featuring a large number of baked goods.

Can't believe this is the author's first time writing. So much talent, it's such a fun read! This embodies the tag 'idiots in love'. Beautifully written. It's a comedic masterpiece!

take my hand, take my whole life too • 8,414 w • by footysel (@footyleclerc)

Max is Lando's best man. Charles is Carlos' best man. They now have to plan a wedding together without killing each other.

A small self bump! Honestly, I think it's my best work and the amount of fluff it contains has become my source of comfort.

at the end of the line (it's always been you) • 6,034 w • by maxricciardo (@maxricciardo)

A glimpse into Charles and Max's relationship after they retire from formula one.

If you follow Gi, you know how wonderful her edits are. This fic rivals her editing skills. Post-retirement lestappen as they figure out their feelings. Brilliantly written!

i love the way your green eyes mix with that malibu indigo • 11,128 w • by altissimozucca (@altisssimozucca)

Max deals with a break up by spending some time at his Malibu summer home when he finds another distraction in Charles. Getting drunk by the beach, the two begin to catch feelings.

Literally all of Lana's fics are works of art but this one tops the list for me. (seriously, I could make a list just for her. read her lestappen fics, you won't regret it!) Immaculate vibes and great aesthetics. The build up and the angst, just wonderful.

Charles Leclerc vs Red Bull caps • 6,368 w • by Ledger_m (@the-last-jedis)

Charles does God's work and tries his best to get Max to stop wearing those stupid Red Bull caps.

Literally what every Max fan would want to do; get rid of those caps and #unleashthehair. It's hilarious with Charles' crazy antics. Very well written and is a great cheer up!

On the outside, always looking in • 1,803 w • by bonotje (@sleepyverstappens)

The progression of Max and Charles' relationship through someone else's eyes.

The beautiful development is just wonderfully written. The small observations of the narrator are quirky, and it's overall very cute!

set my midnight sorrow free • 13,439 w • by PrincessElectra (@princess-electra19)

A view of Charles and Max's relationship through the eyes of one Pierre Gasly, the man who's seen them from the very beginning.

This fic has probably popped up in everyone's fic recs but that's literally because it's such a masterpiece. The development you see. The heartache you feel. Just wonderful in every way! Part 2 is great as well.

thank you for indulging my choices and getting this far! if you have any more suggestions, let me know. if you know the blogs of the 2 untagged writers, please let me know!

hope you liked it :)

just a massive shout out to all the writers in this fandom, you're all extremely talented and brilliant! keep creating💙

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen fic rec #fic rec #is it good? is it bad?#its my first time doing smth like this and im nervous #f1 fic #my edit #f1

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years

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I’ve had a shitty morning, so it’s time for fictional characters to suffer!! ~800 words, explicit discussion of……anxiety? PTSD? I don’t know. I’m going with anxiety. *

Carlos blinks. He’s sitting on the floor. It’s cold. Stone. Main castle then, somewhere in the academic wing probably. There’s purple in his immediate field of vision, which might be a good sign. His throat feels weird, which probably isn’t.

Words. Yeah. He’s got those. “Mal?”

Mal leans back a tiny bit, which brings her to just kneeling over him, rather than the ominous loom she was apparently doing before. “Hey, dumbass,” she says, sort of cheerfully. “Welcome to the cool kids club.”

Carlos blinks. This isn’t what’s supposed to be happening. “I was in class?”

“And now you’re not,” Mal agrees, grabbing him by the elbow. “We’re skipping.”

Carlos lets her pull him up. “I don’t remember leaving,” he says, following Mal. His legs feel sort of shaky, but that’s probably due to sitting on the cold floor for a while. “Should you even be here right now?”

Mal glances back at him. “You wouldn’t,” she says shortly. “And yeah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Uh, that’s not really how it works here. We’re supposed to stay in class until the period’s over.”

“You wanna go back in?”

Carlos takes stock. He doesn’t remember leaving class– bad. Mal’s here now, which is weird, but overall–good. There’s a right answer here, and it’s not the one that ends in him going back to class.

Mal sees this on his face, or something, because she starts moving again. “We’re going to the library,” she announces. She’s carrying her own backpack, and she’s got something else clenched in her hand. Black straps. Messenger bag. Carlos’s bag.

Great, he’s really doing wonderful on the having-it-together scale right now.

“I can take my bag,” Carlos offers, trotting a bit to catch up with Mal. “Library isn’t so far.”

Mal glances at him. “Nope.”

“Why not?”

Mal hefts the bag up over her own shoulder. “‘Cause I’d be a shitty boyfriend if I let you carry your own bag, puppy,” she says lightly. “Also ‘cause I think you have about half your body weight in junk shoved in here, and I’m afraid if I give it to you all of your joints will just collapse.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. His legs aren’t that shaky anymore, and he’s almost sure that he weighs more than Mal now, so half his body weight has got to be half of hers too, and he’s not carrying a second bag along with it. “They won’t.”

“Like bendy straws,” Mal says, without slowing down. “You’ll just snap crackle and pop your way right back to the floor again.”

Right.

“Why was I on the floor?” Carlos asks, “And please don’t tell me some of your cryptic shit again.”

Mal glances over without moving her head, just her eyes flicking across and back. “You blacked out.”

Great. Wonderful. Thanks, Mal. “That doesn’t explain how I got out of class. Or why you’re here.”

They’re at the entrance to the building now, the big stone archways that lead out into the smaller courtyard. The library is just across the green, and they aren’t supposed to talk in there during school hours. Any answers need to happen now, before they’re caught out of class and sent down to the library anyway.

“You needed someone there,” Mal says, voice sharp. “So I came. Okay?”

Carlos wants the familiar weight of his bag back, pressing across his shoulders, keeping him grounded. “No. How did you know?”

Mal sighs. “I put a spell on your watch,” she says impatiently, gesturing to it. “So it tracks your body stats. And I know what your heart rate does when you black out. I knew to come down there because it sent a ping to my phone. Is that enough of an answer for you?”

It’s enough for the moment, almost. “Do you know what I did?” Carlos asks, already dreading the answer. “If it’s going to get the honor board involved again I want to know about it.”

Mal shrugs. “Shouted a bit, as far as I can tell. I think it was at the teacher, but she must’ve said something really awful. I’m gonna ask Jane about it later.”

Right. Class with Jane. History, which is a shitty one, because the teacher does cold-calling for opinions about historical policy decisions. It’s supposed to help them develop their debate skills, but it’s too much like being in a life-or-death quiz show, and it sometimes sets off whatever hyperactive self defense mechanisms cause the blacking out.. Jane’s on their side now, because Mal helps her with magic lessons. She’ll help talk him out of too much trouble. They’d been talking about….

Carlos’s brain skitters away from whatever subject they’d been covering in class today. It’s sure to come back later, when he doesn’t want to think about it, but for now it’s just a blank. Something sort of gray and fuzzy feeling. At least shouting would explain why his throat hurts.

Mal clears her throat. “Anyway. I’m taking you to the library. We can do nerd shit there, or whatever.”

#my fic #this isn’t done but my morning has been so incredibly awful that I’m posting it anyway

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“Yeah, yeah… Love ya too, man.”

Eddie abruptly stops before he enters the changing room. Heʼd recognise that voice everywhere because itʼs Buckʼs. But the words he overheard make him uneasy. Love ya too? To whom Buck might have said it? The most likely answer is to Eddie but he’s right here and he’s definitely not talking with his best friend. It’s not Chim either because Eddie saw him already in the station. So… Who else? Albert? No, that’s just ridiculous. Albert and Buck are friends—not as good as him and Buck, obviously—but why would they talk via phone when they probably saw each other this morning in Buck’s apartament? It doesn’t make sense. So… Who is it then?

Eddie feels like someone just twisted his guts. Has Buck met someone new? No, he would’ve told him about his new relationship, he’s sure of it. His best friend has told him about reconnecting with Taylor and doing the whole “friendship without benefits” thing, for god’s sake. He would at least mention that he met someone worth dating.

It’s not very helpful or reassuring, though. Eddie knows it sounds bad but he doesn’t want Buck to find someone to date. Unless it’s him Buck would be dating. He can’t stand the idea of Buck spending his free time with someone else, kissing someone else, loving someone else.

Eddie’s very much in love with his best friend. He’s tried to get over with him by dating Ana. And it was a fucking disaster because everytime he kissed her, he wished it was Buck instead. So… It’s safe to say he got it bad. And he has to keep it under control because he doesn’t want to blow up the best friendship he’s ever had. Telling Buck he’s in love with him is not even an option.

He tries to suppress his jealousy and finally goes to the changing room. Buck’s already in his work clothes and he’s scrolling through his instagram; there’s a wide smile on his face. When he hears Eddie coming in, he looks at him and his grin gets even bigger.

“You’re almost late, Diaz.” He teases and Eddie can’t help himself but smile too.

“Almost late makes a big difference.” Eddie emphasises, quickly changing his clothes. Buck only rolls his eyes. When they’re both ready, they go upstairs and greet their coworkers. The blonde goes to the coffeemaker and he pours two cups of coffee—one for him and one for Eddie—and he hands it over to his friend. They sit on the couch as usual; their arms and thighs pressed together as if there’s any free space left.

“Uh, I’ve got news.” Buck says and waits until everyone pays attention to him. “TK’s coming to LA this weekend.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Do you mean the TK with whom you stole the fire truck and who you were flirting with?” Chim asks curiously.

Eddie nearly chokes on his coffee.

Was Buck really flirting with that kid from Austin? Sure, he noticed that dumbass and dumbasser hit it off very quickly but it wasn’t something unusual—Buck was so sweet and easygoing, it was almost impossible to not like him.

“I wasn’t flirting with him! I just invited him to LA! And besides, he has a boyfriend. Who is coming with him, by the way.” Buck explains; he’s slightly embarrassed, Eddie can tell, because his cheeks are more pink than usual. Again, why would he feel embarrassed if he wasn’t flirting with TK?

Maybe he was flirting but he just doesn’t want to admit that? Whispers a very annoying voice in Eddie’s mind. He tries to silence it.

“That’s amazing! Is that captain Strand’s son? You should come by the station with them, I want to meet them.”

Bobby’s voice pulls him away from his thoughts.

“Sure, I was actually thinking… Maybe we can have a night out together? As a team?” Buck suggests. “TK says he can’t wait to meet all of you guys.”

“Fantastic idea. I’ll ask him if youʼre bluffing.” Chim quips. Eddie has a strong urge to strangle him.

And then it hits him. Buck was talking with TK earlier, in the changing room. It was definitely TK.

The jealousy is eating him alive. Sure, Strand may have a boyfriend but is it really that big obstacle? Women were flirting with him when he was still married to Shannon; they’ve pretended not to see his wedding ring and ask him out anyway.

Oh, shit. What if he will be the witness of Buck flirting with TK? He’s not sure he can handle that. How will he react? What if he will finally blow up and say something he’s not meant to? He shouldn’t tempt fate and just stay at home instead of going out with the 118 and TK. He decides to gently decline the offer and thinks about a good excuse—he could easily use Christopher as a reason to not go with the team—and Buck would totally understand it.

When he finally opens his mouth to say something, the bell rings. Of course.

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The whole friendship thing between Buck and TK is bothering him so much, he can’t even fully focus on the job. He’s so distracted that Bobby asks him if he’s okay. He shrugs his shoulders and lies that he’s completely fine. What would he say anyway? That he’s in love with his best friend who doesn’t love him back and he’s probably into another, very cute firefighter? No, this is already pathetic as it is. No need to embarrass himself more. When they’re back at the station, he’s almost on the edge. He needs to find out more, even if it causes him more pain.

He quietly follows Buck to the kitchen and when they crash on the couch, he musters up courage to ask him about his relationship with TK.

“I didn’t know you and TK were such close friends.” He says, trying to sound playful, teasing.

Buck sighs heavily.

“Oh, come on, man, you too?” He groans and shoots Eddie kind of an annoyed look. “Yes, we’re close and it’s nice to have a friend outside of the 118. And we’re just friends. No flirting, no hook ups. Besides, I’ve mentioned he has a boyfriend who will be there with us.”

Eddie believes him; he hears honesty in his voice and it makes him a little bit calmer. He feels like he can finally breathe again and—

“I wouldn’t flirt with him anyway even if he was single because I think I might be in love with someone else.”

Eddie swears he can hear his heart shattering on a million pieces. He wasnʼt prepared to hear this, he wasnʼt expected to have a breakdown in the middle of a shift. Buckʼs in love and he didnʼt know about this. How? Who is it?

“What?” Is the only thing he manages to whisper.

“I’m in love with someone.” Buck repeats. It’s very quiet, unsure, almost fragile. Like he’s afraid of Eddie’s reaction, afraid of being open and vulnerable. Afraid of being in love.

It breaks Eddie’s heart even more because the only thing that’s worse than his broken heart, it’s Evan Buckley’s broken heart.

“Oh. Are you... Does this person know about it?” He asks gently, moving a little closer to his best friend. He feels like heʼs been hit by a truck but right now he wants to at least reassure Buck itʼs okay, make him feel better. Thatʼs what friends do anyway. He can have a full breakdown in his own house when heʼll be alone. He starts to pat his back lightly and after a while, he can feel Buck relaxes a bit.

“No... It’s… Complicated. It’s probably best if I don’t say anything. At least nothing will be destroyed. I canʼt destroy it.” He hears Buck’s muttering. He understands him perfectly; sometimes not telling the truth is just the best option.

Eddie still feels jealousy, he envies the nameless person who Buck loves. He’s trying to shove down his feelings and only focus on his friend to cheer him up.

“You wanna come home with me after the shift? We could make pizza together and watch some movies with Chris.” He proposes. He realizes he said coming home—like it was their home. Not only his and Chris’ but Buck’s too. And it is his home; Buck belongs to the Diaz family anyway.

His invitation instantly lightens up Buck’s mood because he finally looks at him and there’s a small smile dancing on his lips.

“Deal. But only if you stay away from the kitchen, we don’t wanna call 911 to the firefighter’s house. You can wash the dishes.”

“Fine. Whatever you wish.”

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The rest of the week passes fairly peacefully. They don’t talk again about Buck’s feelings and Eddie successfully pretends he’s not jealous. They joke and bicker as always so it’s fine, it seems like everythingʼs perfect.

It’s Friday—and it means TK and Carlos are coming. Buck has a day off and he’s picking them up from the airport and giving them a quick LA tour. Eddie’s working and so are Hen, Chim and Bobby. It’s a busy shift so they’re definitely not bored; Buck keeps them entertained between the calls—he’s blowing up Eddie’s phone with texts and photos.

Eddieʼs happy that his friend is enjoying his day off, he really is. Of all people in the world, Buckʼs the one who deserves it the most. He wishes heʼd be there with him.

» from Buck: dude, we totally need to take Chris to this museum of space, heʼll be thrilled«

Eddie opens another photo from his friend—this time itʼs Buckʼs selfie whoʼs standing in front of the museum and smiling. It melts Eddieʼs heart because Buck always thinks about Christopher, always includes him in his plans. Despite what Hen says, heʼs aware that theyʼre basically co-parenting Chris; he canʼt pinpoint the exact moment when Buck has become a second dad, it just... Happened.

» to Buck: iʼm in. so museum and sleepover at my house next saturday? i think i need to get my revenge after last time«

Buckʼs response is immediate.

»from Buck: you can keep dreaming, Diaz«

Eddie stifles a laugh when he reads the message. At least, heʼs the one Buck chooses to share even small things with. And at this moment, everything is alright.

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They finally meet at the 118ʼs favourite pub. Eddie went home after the shift to drop Chris at Abuela and change into something nicer. He tried once to say heʼs not going out with them but he quickly changed his mind when he saw the disappointment in Buckʼs eyes. Heʼs quite nervous, though. Despite what his friend said about flirting with TK, the doubt, the uncertainty is still there. He hopes he wonʼt do something stupid. Heʼs the last one to arrive and Buck spots him the second he crosses the threshold. When he reaches the booth theyʼre sitting at, Buck almost jumps out to pull him into a hug.

“Thanks for coming.” He whispers into his ear and Eddie shivers involuntarily.

Then, heʼs crushed by another hug—this time itʼs TK which is a little surprising but Eddie returns the hug. Carlos sticks to the traditional handshake.

“Nice to finally meet the famous Eddie Diaz.” He says fondly. “Weʼve heard about you quite a lot.”

Itʼs quite dark here but Eddie notices Buck blushing anyway. Itʼs cute, he thinks.

“I hope Buck hasnʼt told any embarrassing stories.” He quips.

“Your embarrassing stories are safe with me.” Buck says very seriously, placing his hand on his chest.

“Trusting Buckley with your secrets? Youʼre either brave or stupid. Or both.” Chim laughs, sipping his drink.

“Iʼm telling Maddie. She will kick you off the couch for at least a few nights.” Buck warns him. It piques Carlosʼ interest because he asks a question, looking at the other man.

“Wait, so Chimʼs with your sister? Wow, you guys are really close.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

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The conversations go as smoothly as the drinks they keep ordering. Eddie feels buzzed and content. Heʼs talking with Carlos about their childhood in Texas. He discovers that they have much in common; itʼs a very pleasant surprise and he feels like they will be very good friends. Bobby already called the night off, saying he needs to go back to his wife—because you canʼt say no to Athena —but Hen and Chim are still there and theyʼre singing karaoke alongside Buck and TK.

Eddie keeps an eye on these two; there was a reason why Judd called them dumbass and dumbasser. Buckʼs also slightly more drunk than him so someone really should check out what heʼs doing. And that is Eddieʼs responsibility. There is definitely no hidden meaning, no other reason to glance from time to time (fine, very often) at the scene.

Itʼs their turn to sing—itʼs Ed Sheeranʼs Give Me Love —and Eddieʼs confident it was Buckʼs choice. He notices how synchronised they are, how they keep sharing casual touches, how they laugh at each other, how they look at each other during the song—

And the jealousy almost throttles him. Because this is something Buck had only with him. Heʼs never been so touchy with Chim or Albert; sure, they have hugged many times but itʼs different with Eddie. Their closeness, lack of personal space was there from the first Eddieʼs day at 118 even when theyʼve been showing off to each other. Itʼs never felt awkward or inappropriate. It was easy, natural, kind of like breathing—something that people do without even thinking about it because itʼs just part of life. Because it was Buck.

Heʼs spiraling. He needs to go outside, somewhere where he wonʼt see Buck and TK together. It doesnʼt even help him that TKʼs boyfriend is right there next to him and he doesnʼt feel annoyed, threatened. He watches them with amusement in his eyes.

“I... I need to go to the bathroom.” Eddie says quietly and he rushes out of the booth before Carlos can say something. In the middle of the road to the bathroom, he changes his mind and goes out of the pub. He needs to take a deep breath, calm down and donʼt let jealousy take over him. Itʼs not like Buckʼs his boyfriend; heʼs allowed to be close with anyone he wants to. He knows that this possessive feelings and fear of being replaced, hurt is probably irrational but it still gets to his head very easily.

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He goes back inside after a while. He orders a beer and sits in the empty booth because apparently Carlos decided to join the rest on the stage. Eddieʼs grateful for that because he doesnʼt have to explain himself, he just can sip his beer in peace.

He doesnʼt notice TK coming to the booth, heʼs too lost in thoughts.

“What are you doing here all alone? Playing a dark, brooding hero?” He hears a very amused voice when TK sits across from him.

Eddie glares at him.

“Iʼm not brooding.” He scoffs. Heʼs definitely not brooding, heʼs just... Thinking. Trying to behave as usual. It would be rude of him to just go home without saying goodbye, right? And Buck would definitely call him to check if everythingʼs alright. Itʼs better to wait a little even if heʼs sitting alone.

“If you say so.” TK shrugs but then, he continues. “You know, thereʼs no need to look at me like you want to rip my head off.”

Eddie opens mouth to say something, to deny it because heʼs sure he didnʼt look at Strand like that but TK doesnʼt let him.

“Dude, donʼt. If looks could kill, I would be already dead when we met in Texas. Well, maybe it wasnʼt that intense back then but tonight you look like you want to strangle me. Thereʼs no reason. I like Buck but heʼs my friend. Just a friend.”

Eddie looks at him like a deer caught in the spotlight. Is he really that easy to read? He feels the blush creeping up in his cheeks; heʼs a little embarrassed because he really didnʼt expect TK to be so perceptive.

“I... How did you know?” He asks, his voice filled with uncertainty. He doesnʼt try to deny it anymore, TK wouldnʼt buy this bullshit anyway.

“Besides that I-wanna-kill-you look? ” TK laughs and then, he takes the water left on the table. “You look at him like the sun shines out of his ass. You were so focused on him that you barely noticed everyone else tonight. If I asked Hen or Chim about it, Iʼm sure they would say this is your normal behaviour. And you kept touching him like...” He trails off for a while, biting his lip. “You know... When I saw you and Buck for the first time, I was sure you two were together.”

Eddieʼs speechless; he’s mindlessly tapping his leg, looking at TK but not really seeing him. He’s silent for a few moments, but TK’s patient, he doesn’t rush him to talk.

“It’s… Complicated.” Eddie sighs heavily. He hasn’t told anyone about it but he doesn’t know if he can keep all of these emotions bottled up any longer. Maybe the fact he’s not entirely sober helps. And the fact it’s TK he’s talking to. “We’re friends. Best friends even. I… You know, he’s been there for me and he’s got my back since the day I arrived at the station. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had and I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him. I don’t know how and when it happened but it just… Did? The thing is… I was panicking at first, I even tried to get over him by dating Ana. She’s—she was Christopher’s teacher. She was nice and sweet but I’ve kept thinking about Buck even when I was on a date with her. Even when I was kissing her, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It’s embarrassing, I know.”

He’s thankful that TK’s not interrupting him, that he actually pays attention to him. He notices the resemblance between him and Buck. Both of them have a personality of a golden retriever and they tend to do sometimes very stupid and reckless things. But after all, they’re so easygoing and sweet, it’s very easy to love them. Eventually, he goes on with his confession. “You know, I was jealous when I saw you two because you’re awfully… Handsy. You can understand each other without even talking. I know you have Carlos and that you two are serious but… I can’t help it, it’s stronger than me. And I can’t tell him I’m in love, I can’t destroy our relationship. I can’t do it because Chris would lose him too and he’s already lost one parent. Besides, Buck’s in love with someone anyway.”

He ends his monologue and hides his face in his hands. He definitely feels better after saying it out loud but it’s still a little bit awkward.

“And here I’ve thought Judd calls you Hollywood because of the looks but now I’m sure it’s because of how dumb you are.” TK says boldly.

Eddie raises his head to gaze upon his friend. There’s a very amused grin on his face and he looks like he’s refraining himself from laughing out loud.

“You really have no clue, don’t you?” TK asks. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh at you but it’s so funny how oblivious and blind two people can be.”

Eddie scowls.

“Are you gonna keep mocking me or you’re gonna tell me what you mean?”

“Fine.” TK chuckles. “Have you ever considered that Buck might be in love with you? I know that he told you, not directly, but he told you about it. I guess you didn’t figure it out.”

“He didn’t—” Eddie protests without hesitation but he stops when recalls their conversation after Buck told the team about TK and Carlos coming to LA. He mentioned being in love with someone and not wanting to tell the person about his feelings but Eddie didn’t even think that he could be talking about him. “You sure… He was talking about me?”

He looks at TK with hope; he desperately wants it to be true.

“I’m sure.” The younger man reassures. “He’s in love with you as much as you are. Oh, speaking of the devil.” He mutters, seeing Buck going in their direction.

Eddie rapidly turns his head only to see his best friend settling down next to him. His face is slightly flushed, hair disheveled and there’s a wide smile on his lips.

“Dude, I know you’re into Texans but I think one of them is enough, don’t you think?” He asks TK playfully.

“Don’t worry, Eddie’s all yours.” TK replies, smiling mischievously and he winks at Eddie. “I’m sure Eddie’s more into cute, blue-eyed blondes anyway.”

And then, he flees out of the booth, leaving them both alone. Buck raises one eyebrow, looking suspiciously at his best friend.

“Blue-eyed blondes, huh?” He asks very intelligently. Eddie’s sure his cheeks and neck are red by now and it’s very noticeable.

“Y-Yeah. He’s right.”

“Interesting. Neither Shannon nor Ana were blondes.” Buck points out, his voice very teasing.

“But you are.”

It makes Buck blushing furiously and Eddie thinks it’s the cutest thing he saw this evening. Suddenly, he notices how close they are, how their bodies are pressed together, how blue Buck’s eyes are and how soft his lips are.

“So… You’re into blondes now?” Buck whispers, not tearing his gaze away from him, even for a second.

“Been into for a while now.”

“It’d make everything easier if I knew about this, I’d definitely do this sooner.”

Buck makes the first move and he closes the space between them. He gently brushes his lips like he doesn’t want to overwhelm him. But Eddie doesn’t want to back off. He’s the one who deepens the kiss, he’s the one who slides his tongue into his mouth, causing him to quietly moan.

“Do you think we could sneak off and go to my house maybe?” Eddie asks when they break apart, panting heavily.

“Dude, TK and Carlos are staying at my apartment, I can’t just sneak off.” Buck laughs. “I need to at least give them the keys if I’m not supposed to go back to my place tonight.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Just give them the keys and we can go.” Eddie pouts and he sounds so needy, it makes Buck giggle.

At some point, they get up and approach their friends who’re standing by the bar and ordering new drinks.

“Look who decided to join us!” Hen chuckles and she wants to say something else but she’s cut off by the Chim’s laughing loudly.

“I’m not sure if they are joining or leaving us.” TK smirks and Carlos nudges him softly to not to meddle.

“Actually, we were thinking about leaving if you don’t mind. I can give you the keys to my apartment.” Buck offers sheepishly.

“Just give us the keys, we’ll manage. You can go with your Texan.” TK says but then he adds, pointing a finger in Eddie’s direction. “But I need to meet Christopher before I go back to Austin.”

“I think we can arrange something. Tomorrow afternoon maybe?” Eddie suggests.

“Then we’re all set. Now, stop talking and get a room already!”

When Buck finally gives TK his keys, they say their goodbyes and order an Uber to Eddie’s house.

The ride is quick but quiet. They don’t really talk but the silence between them is not uncomfortable—it’s the opposite of it. They have to talk about their feelings eventually but they know they’ll have the time to do it. They enter the house and the second Buck closes the door, he’s slammed against the nearest wall. Suddenly, they’re kissing again; Eddie pushes his hips forward and it causes Buck to spread out his legs a little bit.

Eddie’s so glad Chris is at Abuela’s house because it means they have the whole night only for themselves—and they can do whatever they want to.

“Bed.” Buck growls when Eddie bites his lip and starts to unbuckle his belt.

“Someone’s impatient.” The older man teases.

“Said the guy who dragged me out of the meeting with our friends to have sex with me.” The blonde replies wryly.

“Just shut up, Buck.”

“Make me.”

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Eddie slowly wakes up when the sun peeks through the curtains and shines on his face. His head hurts a little—well, heʼs not in his twenties anymore and he wasnʼt counting his beers last night—and he feels the weight on his chest. He needs a second to register that itʼs Buck; he sleeps very peacefully, completely nestled to Eddie. His headʼs on the place where Eddieʼs heart is, one arm around his waist; thereʼs a gingerish stubble on his cheeks and his blonde curls are perfectly messy. Itʼs a wonderful sight—and he wants to wake up like this every morning... Maybe minus a hangover.

He doesnʼt even notice how long heʼs staring at Buck like that but he doesnʼt really care. Eventually, Buck wakes up too and he raises his head a little. He seems a little confused but the expression disappears when he notices heʼs on top of Eddie and the manʼs grinning.

“Hello, sunshine.” Eddie says and he shifts a little to be able to pull his friend closer to properly kiss him. Itʼs kinda gross because they smell like yesterdayʼs beers and they havenʼt brushed their teeth but neither of them care.

“I assume you do remember last night... No regrets?” Buck asks. His tone is cheery, playful as always but Eddie can see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Only one. That I was a coward for so long because we could have had it all much sooner.” He answers very seriously, looking directly into Buckʼs eyes. He wants him to believe in every word he says. “I know we hadnʼt exactly talked last night... But I donʼt want this to be a one night stand. Not with you. I want... More. Everything. I mean weʼve already been a couple for quite some time. You practically live in my house, youʼre Chrisʼ second dad and youʼve been my rock since the day weʼve met. We just... Havenʼt done the sexy part of the relationship.”

“Until last night.” Buck points out.

“Yeah... Point taken. So if you want to take it slow, we can take it slow. We can date like people usually do or you can already move in and take my closet, my bed and everything because youʼve already taken my heart.”

“If you think that your offer to move in is getting you out of asking me on a date then you’re terribly wrong, Diaz.” Buck teases and winks at his friend. “You need to romance me a little.”

“God, youʼre such a dork.” Eddie says fondly. He feels so damn happy and content because he can really have everything he wanted.

“You love it.”

“I do. Now, get your ass up. We need to pick up Chris from Abuela at some point. We have dinner with TK and Carlos later.” Eddie sighs because heʼd rather stay all day in bed with Buck—and maybe tell him some of the fantasies he had in his head—but the reality calls anyway.

“Are you sure you want me to pick up Chris with you? I mean, we donʼt have to do it together, I can go to my apartment and—”

“Buck. Iʼm sure. Itʼs not like we havenʼt done this before. I want to tell him about us too. I donʼt want to lie to him because I did it when I dated Ana and it didnʼt end well. Besides, heʼll be thrilled to see us together. Hell, he wants us together. He literally told me last week that I need to buy glasses if I canʼt see that you love me too.”

Buck looks at him with amusement and he laughs heartily.

“Heʼs a smart kid. And he definitely didnʼt get it from his father.”

Eddie scoffs.

“Youʼre really lucky that I love you that much because otherwise you wouldnʼt get away with saying stuff like this.”

Buckʼs smile is almost blinding.

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They get up, eventually. They go to the shower together to “save the time and water” but it turns into another long making out session. They eat breakfast (made by Buck) and they finally go to Abuela to get Christopher.

“Edmundo, youʼre late.” They hear in the second Abuela opens the door. Sheʼs a little surprised to see not only his grandson but also his best friend.

She notices the big ass hickey on Buckʼs collarbone thatʼs exposed because heʼs wearing Eddieʼs Henley and raises her eyebrow.

“Now I understand why youʼre late.” She smirks which causes them to blush. “Anyway, itʼs nice to see you again, Evanito. I hope I get to see you more often.” She adds and then embraces both of them in a hug.

“You will, Abuela, I promise.” Eddie says honestly. He wants to add something but he hears an excited voice from the hallway.

“Dad!” Christopher shouts as he goes to the door to greet Eddie. “Bucky?” He asks when he notices the other man standing next to his dad.

“Hey, Superman!” Buck says, kneeling down to hug the kid.

“I didnʼt know youʼll be there. Are you coming home with us?”

“Yeah, buddy, Iʼm coming with you.”

Christopherʼs smile only gets bigger.

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“Chris? What would you say if Buck were living with us?” Eddie asks when theyʼre at home. Buckʼs making Abuelaʼs famous enchiladas with Christopher (none of the Diaz siblings have gotten the recipe despite asking for it a countless times; Buck asked once and Abuela happily gave it to him) and Eddieʼs only an observer. He loves watching those two interacting, spending time together. He loves how easily Buck has stepped into a co-parent role, how fast and hard he has fallen in love with Chris, how good he is with kids in general. Heʼs amazed by it almost every time he sees them together. He wouldnʼt have found someone better to be with.

“Buckyʼs moving with us? Iʼve thought it wouldnʼt happen!” Chris replies. The corners of his lips are curling into a smile but before it breaks into a full grin, he asks. “But does that mean you are dating and we wonʼt see miss Flores or someone else anymore?”

Buck looks at Eddie with a mischievous smile and mouths told you, heʼs a smart kid.

“Yeah, kiddo, no more miss Flores or any other women. Itʼs gonna be only the three of us.”

It seems to be a very satisfying answer for Christopher—he just nods and goes back to adding all ingredients to the enchilada sauce.

When everything’s almost ready, Christopher goes to his room to change his shirt because he spilled the sauce on it and they are left alone. Eddie doesnʼt waste any time and comes closer to be able to kiss Buck. He thinks it may be a problem to keep his hands off his best friend but they will figure it out too. Eventually.

“I think I can get used to this.” Buck says when they stop to take a breath.

“To what? Cooking with Chris?” Eddie teases.

Buck only huffs but then he smiles anyway because cooking with Christopher is definitely on top of his favourite things to do. “Yep, definitely. He is my favourite Diaz after all.”

“Then Iʼm in second place I guess?”

“You wish. Thereʼs also Abuela and Tia Pepa... Maybe even your sisters.” Buck grins. “You have very strong competition.”

“I think I may have some tricks up my sleeve to change your mind then.” Eddie states and heʼs ready to show them to Buck but the doorbell rings. He sighs heavily. “Guess you just have to wait to see them then.”

“Canʼt wait.”

“Hi Buck. Fancy seeing you here.” TK says with a very wide smile on his lips. “Iʼm guessing last night went well then.”

“Well... Yeah? Thanks to someone who was meddling just a little bit.”

Carlos rolls his eyes but he doesnʼt look even slightly irritated.

“Please, donʼt boost his already big ego, he was talking last night about changing his career to be a matchmaker.”

“Matchmaker?” Buck raises his brow. “Sounds interesting.”

“Carlos, we should really keep our boyfriends apart, itʼs dangerous to let them use their brain cells together. If they even have them.” They hear Eddieʼs amused voice and he appears right behind Buck. The blonde blushes at the word boyfriends. “But come on in, weʼre all ready.”

“We brought a six pack and a gift for Christopher.” Carlos adds, lifting up the beers.

“Oh, Chris will be thrilled. Heʼs already so excited to meet you two.”

“Weʼre excited to meet him too, Buck has told us so many things about Christopher, I feel like I already know him.” TK explains when they go inside.

“Bucky was talking about me?” Christopher peeks in the kitchen shyly. He sounds quite surprised.

“Yes, he did. And itʼs very nice to finally meet you. Buck couldnʼt stop talking about you. He didnʼt even talk so much about your dad I think.”

“Because my dad is very boring sometimes and heʼs all grumpy.” Christopher shrugs, looking apologetically at his dad. “Sorry dad but thatʼs the truth.”

“When did you become so sassy, huh? But I guess youʼre right. But... This is TK and this is Carlos.” Eddie introduces his friend to his son.

“And we know youʼre very interested in space so we got you a little gift.” Carlos adds, handing Chris over a package.

“Thank you.” Christopher says simply and puts it on the floor to unpack. “Whatʼs this?” He asks curiously.

“Oh, let me help you unpack it but maybe not here? We don't want to make a mess now.” Carlos proposes and Chris immediately agrees.

They go to the living room together and Buck sees with how much fondness TK looks at them.

“Carlos seems pretty good with kids.”

“He is. Heʼs fantastic. Maybe one day weʼll think about it.” TK replies thoughtfully.

“Oh, really? You two would be amazing dads.” Eddie says honestly, putting up the plates on the table. TK looks a little stunned.

“Never really thought about it too much earlier. But, anyway, howʼs my favourite couple? Because you two are a couple now, right?” TK eyes both of them carefully.

“Buckʼs moving in. Donʼt know when yet but Iʼm planning to make it as soon as we can.” Eddie announces proudly.

“Wow you really donʼt waste your time. So should we expect an invitation for the wedding next year?” TK laughs.

“... Maybe?” They both reply in sync.

“Well, weʼre doing it backwards. We started by raising Christopher together instead of just simply dating each other. So maybe we should marry each other soon. Iʼd marry him even now.” Buck states and winks at his boyfriend.

“Something tells me that the 118 would be mad at us for weeks. If they wouldnʼt kill us first for not inviting them to the wedding.” Eddie points out.

“I hate that youʼre right. They would totally kill us. But dinnerʼs ready and boys are probably starving so letʼs feed them first.”

The dinner is excellent, the conversation goes smoothly and Chris talks about his gift—an International Space Station Lego set—with so much excitement, they donʼt even dare to interrupt him. Buck and TK even offer to help him build it later. They eat a dessert and then, Eddie and Carlos settle on the couch, beers in hands and Buck and TK sit on the floor alongside Christopher and they discuss how to build the space station. Eddie canʼt tear away his gaze from Buck who looks so happy and excited to play with his—their —son and agrees to everything Christopher says.

“You two really fit together.” Carlos says quietly because he doesnʼt want to distract boys from work. “And Iʼm glad you were able to finally talk about your feelings. I must admit, I was pretty invested in your story when TK was talking about it. I really hoped you two would figure it out somehow.”

“Can you believe I was really jealous yesterday? I was sure Buck and TK were flirting and.. God, I was so mad at you for a second why you donʼt even react, why are you so cool about it. And... Yeah, I was stupid because I was sure he was into TK.” Eddie sighs because heʼs still embarrassed about it, he still canʼt believe he was so anxious that Buck might be in love with someone else.

“Oh, you probably havenʼt seen the way he looks at you. Itʼs really something. And TK was really invested in—and I quote—bringing these two lovesick idiots together. They were never flirting. Not seriously at least.”

“Yeah, I know... I... I really hope heʼll be happy with me. But Iʼve heard your relationship is getting more serious.”

“Yeah, well... We live together now so itʼs a pretty big step for both of us. We havenʼt killed each other so Iʼm taking it as a good sign. I donʼt know whatʼs next. Maybe a wedding but I need to be sure TK will say yes and wonʼt freak out about it.” Carlos sighs, knowing that TK may be still cautious about the whole wedding thing but he definitely wants to try it anyway.

“He mentioned earlier something about you two having a kid so I think heʼs taking it very seriously too.” Eddie reassures him.

They both look at his boyfriends who are completely focused on building a space station with Christopher and itʼs very heart-warming sight. “I donʼt think he would say something like that if he didnʼt mean it. Besides, heʼs a lot like Buck and I bet he loves kids as much as him. And I need to add that Christopher is not really a kid who trusts easily but he clearly has so much fun with TK. I wouldnʼt worry too much if I were you. You two really fit together too.”

“Yeah, we do. TK was annoyingly stubborn at first and he didnʼt want to admit that itʼs more than just a hookup. Now weʼre living together.” Carlos laughs, looking softly at TK who sticked out the tip of his tongue and visibly tries to concentrate. “I must say, this is a really nice trip. Glad I could meet TKʼs friends and just... Let myself relax a little bit. Something tells me ifʼs not our last visit in LA, though.”

“I bet.” Eddie hums in agreement. “You can visit LA as many times as you want to. We will probably visit you in Texas too. I have to properly introduce Buck to my family one day so we can definitely do a quick trip to Austin then.”

“Weʼll be happy to see you. Captain S—Owen—will be thrilled to see you. He was disappointed he couldnʼt go with us, he wanted to see Hen again and meet your captain.”

“Yeah, he was whining all the time since we told him weʼre going to LA.” TK adds suddenly. Heʼs still focused on building the space station but Carlos and Eddie stopped talking quietly and now he hears what theyʼre saying. “Mateo was disappointed too, he wanted to visit his cousin. Marvin? Or something like that.”

“We can organise something bigger so everyone can be there.” Buck agrees. “Eds, we should definitely tell Bobby about it. I donʼt care if itʼs here or in Austin, I can definitely organise it.”

“I have no doubts.” Eddie says fondly and then looks at their guests. “You shouldʼve seen him when he organised a Christmas party for us all with help from Athena. We were all working and our kids were so disappointed by it but Buck basically rescued everything. That was really amazing.”

“Really? You didnʼt even mention that!” TK scoffs. “But nice to know, maybe Iʼll hire you to organise my wedding with Carlos since youʼre so good at this stuff.”

“Oh, I donʼt know. Maybe Iʼd work with Carlos because heʼs so sweet and nice but you? I bet youʼll be a bridezilla.”

TK only throws at Buck a piece of Lego in response, followed by the laugh of both Eddie and Carlos.

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Itʼs almost 10pm when TK and Carlos decide to go back to Buckʼs apartment. Christopher already fell asleep but he managed to build the space station with Buck and TK and he was really proud of it, just like both of his helpers.

“Dude, your kid is really amazing. I mean, I donʼt remember the last time when I had so much fun—sorry, babe—and Iʼm really gonna miss him.” TK admits and thereʼs so much honesty in his voice, nobody even questions it.

“Heʼs gonna miss you too, if it helps.” Eddie tells him, grinning softly. “Both of you. But youʼre gonna see him soon. At least I think so.”

“I take your word for it.” TK warns him.

“Well, you can always face time with us.”

TKʼs face instantly lights up and he hugs Eddie.

“I will miss you too, Hollywood.”

Eddie only rolls his eyes.

“Hey, you two big saps, you will see each other tomorrow because weʼre gonna drive you to the airport before our shift.” Buck announces.

“Fineeee.” TK sighs dramatically. “But I think our Uberʼs here so weʼre gonna leave you alone. It was really nice to spend more time with you.”

“Likewise.”

They say their goodbyes eventually and when TK and Carlos are already in the car, Buck takes Eddieʼs hand and smiles widely.

“It was really an eventful 24 hours.” He says.

“It was. Now we only have to prepare ourselves for tomorrowʼs shift. I bet Hen and Chim will be insufferable.”

Buck groans.

“Ugh, they will be. Maybe we should be insufferable too?”

“Buckley, do you have something particular in mind?” Eddie asks, watching his boyfriend carefully. Maybe other people wouldnʼt notice it but heʼs Eddie and he knows Buck too well. He notices that mischievous look in his eyes and heʼs sure Buckʼs up to something.

“I have a few ideas, Diaz.”

“Care to share them with me?”

“Always.”

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rextasywrites · 3 years

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Hey. I know we’re on a Lady D love train (no complaints though), but at some point when you have the time, I would really appreciate some stuff for our good ol pal Carlos 💕

please enjoy some drunken himbo carlos! <3

Warnings: Carlos being drunk and a dumbass

“Eyyyy girlie!”, Carlos laughed as he stumbled towards you. For some reason he lost his shirt a while ago, pressing you against his chest. And damn, what a feeling! He felt warm and a bit sweaty and smelt of beer, motor oil and pure testosterone. By now, he must have had quite some beers in, his skin in a deeper colour than usual.

“Hey Carlos!”, you smiled against his chest, taking in how happy you felt in his arms, wrapped tightly around your smaller body - okay, to be fair, with arms that huge and muscles like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime, nearly everyone was smaller than Carlos. And to everyone’s surprise, he was a big teddy bear. “How was your evening with Leon? Was he able to teach you a thing or two about motorcycles?”

“Yes, he did”, Carlos hiccupped and let go of you, plopping his drunken ass down on the sofa. “Fucker knows how to turn on a motorcycle but not how to turn on a woman.”, then he pointed to a faint bruise on his arm, “When I told him this, he threw his screwdriver at me!”

You couldn’t hide your smile and shook your head, “You deserved that, you naughty dick.”, and placed a glass of water in front of him. “Drink. Also...where is your shirt?”

Carlos brought the glass to his full lips, drinking a few sips before he had to giggle again, nearly spilling the water he just had in his mouth. “You gotta know. Leon is crushing HARD on the girlie next door. He wanted to impress her by working on the motorcycle shirtless while she was watching! I couldn’t let this happen so I took off my shirt too!”, he laughed and you couldn’t help but shake your head again. Your boyfriend surely was a dumbass sometimes. “The girlie whistled SO LOUD when she saw my abs! Nearly drooling!...and now Leon has my shirt somewhere in his front yard. Gotta pick it up tomorrow.”

“You are such a himbo sometimes.”, you chuckled as you cuddled up to Carlos’ side, resting your head on his shoulder. “Leon needs some pussy too! And you take that chance away from him while having a girlfriend!”

“Well, you always say I am hot! Why should I not play into this?”

“Great, now she is gonna have sex with Leon while thinking of you!”

“I’m gonna take this as a compliment babe.”

You both laughed at this, and you poked his nose, “But you only think of me during sex, yeah?”

Carlos nodded, but then pulled a face, “To be fair, you do have a very hot auntie…”, and for this, he earned a pillow thrown into his face, laughing even harder. “Just kidding babe! Just kidding!”

“I hope so!”, you crossed your arms with a pout, but couldn’t stay mad any longer at this silly duck next to you. You reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek, “Wanna make some burgers with me?”

Carlos’ face lit up like it was Christmas - burgers are his favourite food to eat while drunk! “Oh please babe!”, you couldn’t even count that fast to three and he was in the kitchen. You chuckled and joined him, so happy with that himbo of yours. From now until forever...

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years

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Can I ask for fingore square? As someone who broke their finger during the pandemic....can I request that with some hurt TK?

holly's august extravaganza day 28: ignoring every warning

thanks for the prompt brit! the fingore square had been requested by the time i saw this message but here's the fic anyway! hope you like it 😊

thanks to @silvarafael for the beta!

ao3 | 1.3k | minor injuries, hurt tk, big brother judd, mostly just tk being a dumbass

TK is fine.

He is absolutely, 100% fine.

And, sure, maybe he’s not supposed to be at work right now, and maybe his hand hasn’t fully healed yet, but it’s nothing. His doctor cleared him to go back to work, which means it’s healed enough, and TK is certainly not going to admit defeat no matter how much he hurts.

He mostly just wants to put the shame of it all behind him. After all, it’s not like the entire firehouse saw him get so distracted talking to Carlos on the phone that he slammed the ambulance doors shut on his hand—

Oh, wait.

It had been weeks of teasing and jokes that TK wasn’t sure were all good-natured. Even Carlos, the traitor, had joined in once or twice (or three, or four, or five times…), and it was only Carlos’s frustratingly effective cow eyes and TK’s own displeasure at the thought of sleeping alone that had kept him from the couch.

Technically, the doctor had said that he should stick to light duty and keep the hand brace on for another few weeks, which he kinda, sorta isn’t doing.

But he’s fine.

He makes a point of saying so to Nancy when she sends him the third exasperated look of the day—and they’re only two hours into shift.

“Whatever you say, dude,” she replies drily. “Just don’t come crying when you re-break that hand because you’re a dumbass who won’t admit when he’s in pain.”

The slight smirk on her lips is enough for TK to gather that she’s referring to the first time he broke it, and...maybe she has a point.

(“I’m okay, I just need to shake it out for a minute.”

“TK, none of your fingers look the way they should. I bet you anything you can’t even move that hand right now, but, by all means, go ahead and shake it.”)

(He did. It did not go well.)

“I’m fine,” he repeats, scowling, which gets him a totally unwarranted head shake and eye roll. Well… Whatever. Nancy can think what she wants; TK is going to finish his shift and he’s going to manage it perfectly well, thanks very much.

And he does. Admittedly, his hand is aching more than it probably should be, but he just needs to rest it when he gets home, which—ah.

Problem #1: He and Carlos still haven’t finished setting up the new house.

Problem #2: Today is their only joint night off for the rest of the week, which leads to,

Problem #3: They’d agreed to spend the night sorting some furniture and unpacking a few important boxes.

Logically, TK knows he should tell Carlos that he doesn’t feel up to doing any heavy lifting tonight. He’d understand, there’s no question of that; Carlos would likely spend the entire night fussing instead, probably mixed with a bit of loving exasperation at TK for having pushed himself too much. But he doesn’t want to let him down, not again. Not after the months spent fighting with the insurance companies and struggling to find a house, and especially not after Carlos had supported TK while the firehouse was closed down.

He flexes his hand experimentally. It’s a little stiff and the soreness brings a grimace to his face, but it works.

He’s got this.

TK is, maybe, just a little less than fine.

Like, 85% fine. 70% absolute minimum.

But it’s okay, because now he has a day off to ice his hands without Carlos hovering like a mother hen. Normally, he’d hate the idea of spending the day without his boyfriend, but the less Carlos knows about this situation, the better for both of them.

The ice helps, and the dull throbbing that’s become his normal for the past couple of days almost disappears. TK knows he shouldn’t push it, but his need to be busy always wins over training and common sense, so.

So.

The next shift is a little easier, and TK figures he’s probably healed enough to head to the gym for a while. Get his strength back up, and all that.

He’s very, very wrong.

Ten minutes in, and TK hits the punching bag in a way that elicits a crack from his knuckles that not even he can write it off as fine. His hand hurts and his fingers are starting to look horribly swollen, and shit, Carlos is going to fucking kill him later.

Maybe…

Maybe he can fix this. He’s a paramedic; he can strap up his own fingers. Sure, it’s his left hand that’s injured, but he can handle it. He just needs to get out of the gym, through the firehouse, loot the ambulance, and bandage himself up without running into anyone who will ask questions.

Simple.

Except, because the universe hates him, TK quite literally runs into Judd on his way out of the gym. The knock sends an unpleasant jolt through his injured hand, and TK doesn’t manage to contain his wince in time to hide it.

Judd doesn’t even bother asking what happened; he simply sighs heavily and gets out his phone, tapping away at the screen.

TK cranes his neck to try and see what he’s doing, but Judd holds his phone close to his chest, blocking his view. “What are you doing?”

“You obviously got your dumb ass in a mess again so I’m texting your boy to come get you.” Judd shoots him an unimpressed look, rolling his eyes at TK’s horrified stare. “What, you’d rather he find out about this later or something?”

“No, it’s just—I was gonna tell him!”

“Uh-huh.”

It’s a lie and they both know it, so TK doesn’t bother trying to defend himself. He huffs and folds his good arm across his chest, scowling at Judd.

“You can stop looking like that,” Judd remarks, gaze fixed back on his phone as it pings with a new message. “Carlos is on his way.”

“I hate you.”

“Shockingly, I can live with that.” He pockets his phone and takes TK’s shoulder, almost pushing him down the stairs. “Come on, kid. Let’s get some ice on that.”

“I can take care of myself, you know,” TK says, though he knows Judd isn’t going to let him out of his sight until Carlos arrives.

“Yeah, that broken hand says otherwise.”

There’s a barely contained laugh in Judd’s voice, and TK has the sudden urge to punch his smirk away. Which would only really prove the point, so he has to resort to glaring at his back and ignoring the warmth at the thought of Judd taking care of him like the brother TK never had.

When Carlos shows up ten minutes later, the concern in his eyes betrays the deep exasperation painted all over his face.

“Don’t look at me like that,” TK protests anyway. “It’s not like I asked for this to happen.”

Judd snorts—rude—and Carlos grins over at him, sharing a head shake—even ruder—and TK lets out what even he can admit is a pathetic whine.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Carlos says, not sounding sorry in the least, “but you have literally ignored every single recommendation from the doctor. The only thing you haven’t done is actually ask for it.”

“They’re recommendations, Carlos.”

“And you’re a paramedic, so you should know that ‘recommendation’ is a kind way of saying ‘order’.”

For the second time, TK has no defense. He huffs and looks down at his shoes, hoping that he paints a miserable enough picture to get his boyfriend to take at least some pity on him.

Somehow, it works, as Carlos takes him in a careful side hug. “Sorry,” he repeats, more earnest this time. “Let’s get you to the ER, huh?”

TK nods reluctantly, allowing Carlos to steer him out of the firehouse. “Can’t believe I’m going to have to take even more time off,” he grumbles.

“Well, think about it this way.” Carlos rubs his arm in a soothing gesture, though his next words are anything but. “At least you’ll have more time to finish up with the house.”

TK groans. His day did not need to get any more painful.

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