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rosedavid · 10 months

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8 or 9 (or both 👀) for lone star? 😊

thank you!! I don't even know where this went lol, but hope you enjoy! 8. sweater weather 9. shoulder kisses

TK wraps his arms around himself with a shiver, fingers digging into the soft sweater fabric. He pulls his knees up to his chin as he curls against the armrest of the couch. The loft is dark and silent.

TK's only been here a week, but already, he instinctively thinks of it as home. Then again, anywhere with Carlos feels like home.

TK just regrets that it took him this long to come back. Blowing up everything good in his life--that's one of his specialties. Yes, they both made mistakes, and for a long, terrifying moment, TK thought Carlos wouldn't be part of his life anymore. Because TK pushed Carlos away.

But they've talked, since then. Extensively. They were painful conversations, yes, but overwhelmingly good. And fuck, TK missed him. He missed touching Carlos, holding his hand at the market and cuddling with him in bed and stealing kisses whenever could. Now, he can do all of that again, and a tension he didn't realize he was holding has since released, like he can breathe easier.

Things are still new, though. Not new like when they first began their relationship. They already know each other in and out, understand each other on a subliminal level. But like after any break, there's a bit of a learning curve. It wasn't as simple as falling right back into where they were before because that version of them and their relationship doesn't exist anymore. Their relationship is stronger, more evolved.

Still, that leaves nights like tonight. After hours of sleeplessness and invasive thoughts, TK wandered out of the room after a kiss to Carlos's head. Carlos probably would've told TK to wake him. Before, TK might have. But he needed more time to process by himself.

Now, almost an hour since he left the warmth of their bed, footsteps pad across the floor. He expected Carlos to realize his absence, eventually, and as stupid as it sounds, even in the short absence, TK missed him. It doesn't take much these days.

"Hey, baby, you okay?" Carlos asks, voice thick with sleep. He looks so warm and soft, curly hair standing up and skewed to one side.

"Yeah. Just couldn't sleep." He shivers, hold tightening around himself.

The cold hasn't fully left since his fall through the ice. He's been living in warm clothes and under blankets for the last week. It's been getting better. Most of the time, the chill is brief and barely noticeable, but sometimes, like tonight, it won't let him rest.

Carlos notices immediately. He goes over to TK, pausing at the edge of the couch. "Can I...?"

TK nods. Carlos sits on the couch beside him, and TK unfurls from his ball. They readjust, TK reclining in the 'V' of Carlos's legs, and Carlos's strong arms wrapped around his middle.

TK nuzzles his neck, nestling into him like a burrowing owl. Carlos winces.

"Your nose is freezing."

TK smiles and presses it against him more in response. Carlos always radiates heat like a furnace, even now as he sits bare-chested.

“Is that my sweater?” Carlos asks.

“Mmhm," TK confirms, as if it's not obvious by the way the sweater engulfs him, sleeves hanging well over his fingers. "I must've grabbed it on accident."

“On accident, huh? Just like my sweatpants and Austin PD shirt."

"Yup. Completely accidental."

Carlos laughs, breath ghosting across the bare skin of TK's shoulder where the sweater slipped down. TK shivers again, and Carlos leans down to kiss his shoulder. The first is just a peck, but the second lingers.

"You look cute, in my clothes," Carlos whispers. "I don't mind you wearing them."

TK tips his head up, blinking. "In that case, now might be a good time to tell you I stole your favorite sweatshirt a few days ago."

"You told me you didn't know where it went!"

TK giggles. "Sorry! It's just so comfy." His words are stopped by a large yawn. He has no clue what time it is other than late. He should be in bed, they both should be, especially Carlos since he has work tomorrow.

As if hearing his thoughts, Carlos suggests, "How about we go back to bed?"

"Okay."

One final kiss against his shoulder.

TK doesn't feel so cold, now.

#tarlos #tarlos fanfiction #911 ls #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #fanfiction #this is the first time in a while I’ve written without any expectations of myself and it feels good

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moobell55 · 11 months

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Enchanted

~A very short and sweet snippet of my drafted modern day Evajacks AU, they are both in college in this, featuring lots of Taylor Swift~

The cheap and somewhat illegal heater kicked on again. Filling the freezing dorm with much needed heat, but the sound of it only distracted Evangeline more. She slammed her English book shut and ran her hands through her pink hair.

They were already behind on studying, mid terms were only a week away. Jacks was most certainly prepared as he stressed and over planned every detail of college. However she had been fairly distracted this past semester, a certain someone had been keeping her busy.

That certain someone sat cross legged on her lofted bed. His worn Doc Martens lying beneath her bed where he'd kicked them off. A large pile of overly expensive text books were dropped next to them.

He looked almost out of place with the pink decor, his black pants and red button up clashed with almost every aspect of her room. He didn't mind though, he even preferred her room to his.

He looked rather handsome so focused on his books (some law books, even though she told him Legally Blond could've taught him all that.) A golden curl fell across his face as he flipped the page and he didn't bother to move it.

She was bored beyond belief and the sight of her overly handsome boyfriend wasn't helping. She knew the material for all her exams, Jacks just wanted them to be prepared for anything.

She looked at him and he finally looked up from his book and gave her a soft simile, sharing a bit of those dimples she loved so much.

"Do you want something to eat?" She found herself asking simply to break the silence.

He raised a eyebrow, "Tired of studying already?"

Rolling her eyes," Always, now lets have a snack break."

He stood silently and made his way to the crowded corner with her small mini fridge. It was filled with her essentials, coffee creamer, a package of Christmas cookie dough, a singular beer hidden in the back, and a bag of pre-cut apple slices. On top of her fridge was a half eaten bag of Lala's pretzels, Jacks grabbed them anyways.

"I still don't understand how either or you manage to live off this, even Castor and I have more than one beer in the fridge." His voice carried a mock distaste.

He made his way back to the bed and began eating his humble feast of whatever variety of apples he stole from the cafeteria.

Evangeline simply rolled her eyes and stepped onto the ottoman to reach him on her bed. It was truly unfair how tall he was sometimes. He quickly wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her close to him. Wrapping her both in his loving brace and his welcoming scent; fresh apples and those crisp Northern winters she loved. He was perfect.

He looked around her room, taking in the sight of his girlfriends slightly disorganized room. Fabric scraps from Lala covered her bed, Evangeline shoes were kicked off in every direction. Her Taylor Swift poster half hung off the wall from the heat of the space heater next to it.

His arm suddenly tightened around her and his icy blue eyes filled with even more love.

"I cannot wait for the day we move in together and then our house will be in a constant state of disarray," his gaze didn't look like he was living in the present with her. But imagine the future he wanted them to have. Her heart warmed at the thought.

"With your ability to leave your clothes everywhere and my lack of organization I'd say our future home isn't looking very clean."

He leaned down and placed a kiss against her forehead.

His next words surprised her.

"I was walking to class the other day, and I heard this song and it made me think of you." "In fact I heard a lot of songs that day that made me think about you." A faint blush rested on his cheeks, he was nervous.

Her grey blue eyes met his icy ones, and she swore in that moment she'd never felt more alive.

"What song was it?"

She watched as he moved his fingers back in forth against his palm, a worried habit of his.

"It made me think of the first time I ever met you and truly got to talk with you, it was called Enchanted. It made me think about how wonderful and hopeful I felt after getting to talk with you."

Her heart set on fire even more, her boyfriend thought about her while listening to a love song. And not just a love song but a Taylor Swift love song.

It surprised her too.

"You listen to Taylor Swift?" Her words held a question, and a slight accussation.

Her and Lala had spent hours on ticket master trying to manage to get tickets, to say they were fans was a small statement.

But Jacks was the kind of person who would hear Love Story and still not be able to tell you who sings it. Upon him finding out about Folklore and Evermore he asked the brilliant question, "I thought she only did Pop?" Evangeline didn't have many words for him after that.

He blushed a bright red, "Well I figured since you like her so much I could listen to more of her songs." "I'm still not very big on some of them but Reputation I think is very well done."

Evangeline growing grin was so infectious the biology majors could've done their thesis on it. After all the failed relationships and the trouble with her ex's, she'd finally done something right with her love life.

Not only did she find a man who loved every inch of her body and soul, but he listened to music she liked simply so he could talk to her about it.

"Have you listened to Lover yet? Well the album and the song?"

Evangeline was now extremely excited, it wasn't every day she got to drag someone into her favorite things. Or even find someone willing to listen to her favorite songs.

"I haven't listen to the song of the entire album but I did listen to Cruel Summer on the walk over."

"That's good, maybe we can listen to the rest together later," she paused and back tracked a bit suddenly nervous. "Or we could do it another time and we could study more."

"No absolute not, I'm tired of studying and I would rather spend time doing things that make my lovely girlfriend happy."

She smiled and a pink blush to match her hair covered her face, carefully she tilted her head up to kiss him.

Her lips were quickly slammed with Jacks as he met her midway to steal the kiss. Something he'd always done, not that she found it in herself to be bothered by it.

At last they pulled away breathlessly and the words found Evangeline's tongue before she could even speak.

"You know Jacks, I was Enchanted to meet you too."

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thenightofgabe · 3 months

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— whoa! Gabriel Cortez just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 3 years, working as a bartender. that can’t be easy, especially at only 30 years old. some people say they can be a little bit vain and dismissive, but I know them to be friendly and loyal. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to Manhattan! —

Links - photos | threads | plots - full bio | home style

Future Links - pinterest board, spotify playlist, musings, aesthetics

Full Legal Name - Gabriel Alexander Cortez

Nicknames - Gabe

Gender & Pronouns - cis male, he/him

Sexual Orientation & Relationship Role - bi/pansexual, dominate

Birthdate & Age (will update) - June 18th, 30 years

Birthplace - Houston, Texas

Current Residence & duration of stay (will update) - Manhattan, New York

Relationship Status (will update) - single, not currently looking but open

Warnings: mentions of body image, implied eating issues, drug usage, alcohol and depression. Proceed with caution.

Gabriel "Gabe" Alexander Cortez was born into a rather large family, consisting of seven children (including him), in Houston, Texas. He grew up very close to his family barely wanting to leave home until he turned 20, and he dreamed of exploring more on his own and learn more about himself without his family, as much as he loved them.

His first stay away from home was in Los Angeles, California at 21 where he ended up getting into mixology and culinary, during his stay there. He modeled to make ends meet and caused a lot of body images issues during this time, being pushed to look a certain way. This causing Gabriel to fall into a state of depression and get into the night club life style drinking his problems away.

Despite it being a hard time for him in his early to mid-twenties, there was a sliver light as Gabriel did manage to find out something major about himself. He was bisexual. After first he blamed it on experimenting with drugs and all the drinking, but it became clear how he felt when he find himself attracted to both men and woman, this extending to trans men and woman as well.

As far ad dating history goes, he's had a few, but the one that stuck with Gabriel the most was with an ex-girlfriend he almost changed his whole life plan for. When things fell apart, he didn't even want to stay in California as a whole anymore and packed up everything and moved to Manhattan, New York at age of 27 years, spending his past 3 years happily in New York focusing on himself more than anything.

He's gotten out of his depressive episode (but he has his days), doesn't do drugs at al but will still enjoy a drink - mostly socially and started to work out and eat better for himself, leaving modeling in the past mostly. He tends not to think or speak of that part of himself much, wanting to forget it happened.

Gabriel works as a bartender in Manhattan, living in a loft (makes rent but working a lot and family always sending money to make sure he's well off, even if he tells them not to). Usually every summer around his birthday he'll try and go back to Texas to see his family, but didn't upon turning 30, just not feeling up for travel while telling himself to do better upon turning 31 or 32. He's mostly been focusing on self love, making friends and trying to make the best of every day.

(OOC - This will be updated as his time goes on in New York)

#boroughs.intro #tw body image #tw eating issues #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw depression

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4uru · 5 months

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Yet To Be Named

Chapter 1: Zimo and the Singing Angels.

Enjoy

Taglist: @thevagabondexpress @faithfromanewperspective @light-wayland @what-ho-christopher-put-in @alastairstom @tleeaves @fangirlghost-19

(comment if u have any story name ideas bc I sure don't.)

It was a cold night. Zimo was breathing through his mouth, his nose was blocked. His lips were cracked and his throat was dry. The cold was making his eyes hurt. At least Hell had central heating.

If you're wondering how he knew, well it's a long story actually.

You see, Zimo's mother was the antichrist. And his grandfather is the devil. You know from The Bible. His antichrist of a mother left him in front of an orphanage as a baby, with just a piece of paper with his name written Ha Zimo and nothing else and somehow passed the mantle of the Antichrist on to Zimo. Which was shitty of her. And she didn't even leave him outside a nice childless couple's house like those movies. No, she left him outside “Singing Angels Orphanage for boys” and boy, wasn’t that ironic as fuck. There are no angels in that godforsaken place.

Zimo, being born with a biblically accurate misfortune, was the punching bag for the other boys until he hit his growth spurt and became taller than the other boys and also learnt how to hold his ground.

Before he learnt how to fight the universe would fight for him, some tree branches would conveniently fall, and sometimes the light wouldn't quite fall on him, helping him melt into the background of the dreary halls of Singing Angels.

He didn't get adopted in the beginning because he was too round, And later because he was too old. They don't pick the older one. Especially not a 6’2” Chinese Giant. Zimo did not fit the white suburban dream family. And no Asian couples wanted him because he was too much of a British orphan, he didn't know the formality that they wanted. He didn't fit any of their moulds.

Zimo learned to make a corner of the orphanage home. From the back room loft in the church, nobody could see him there. But he could see everything. Only the face of one of the angels statues was faced where he would set up camp. It was a nice cozy space just big enough for Zimo to settle in with his comic books that he stole that one time they let the children roam the city.

But don't get your spirits down. Because, one day, a man in a very expensive suit walked through the doors of the orphanage. And adopted our young protagonist. Things were looking up for Zimo. The man was filthy fucking rich. Zimo packed up his 2 t-shirts, 1 jumper, and 3 comic books and sat in the passenger seat of the Ferrari.

The man was nice. Too nice. He had a smile that didn't quite reach his dead dark eyes. But who was Zimo to complain? He was out of that hell hole. He was out of reach of the bullies that roamed the halls of Singing Angel. He would never have to hide in the dingy cupboards and the dark classrooms. He would not have to eat the shitty food with a secret ingredient (hate). Zimo was free. And filthy fucking rich, baby.

So it turns out, the old man had a mansion. Which was cool. But you see, Zimo had a rule, good people didn't live in palaces. He quickly checked his skill set. If this man turns out to be a tosser, Zimo was big and competent enough to fight his way out. He had nothing to lose anyway. He might be 14 but he could easily pass for an adult. The man was alright. For the most part. Zimo ate good food three times a day. They talked and he didn't hit Zimo. It was all fine and dandy. Well…until the portal to hell, Zimo stumbled upon in the library.

It was all going so well before the portal to hell in the library! So yeah. Turns out the mansion is a portal to hell; the man is his grandfather, The devil, From the bible. Judging from Lucifer's big evil monologue he performed in front of Zimo at the library, Zimo was the anti-Christ. And also Merlin, the greatest Warlock to walk the earth. And it's his responsibility to bring Armageddon (how does one even do that?) yada yada yada. Just when Zimo thought he got out of the god-forsaken hellhole. He literally drove into the literal god-forsaken hell in a fucking Ferrari.

Now before you judge Zimo for staying in the mansion that had a portal to the actual hell. The food was good and the mattresses were even better. The devil had good taste… and he was family. Zimo liked the mansion for the most part. But he avoided the library (the blood-curdling screams of the tormented souls brought the vibe down, you know?) It was all good.

Until Lucifer drugged him and brought him to a different mansion that looked the bloody same but had a red ambience (The devil was dramatic)

Lucifer demanded that Zimo learn magic and get ready to well, bring armageddon. Zimo went with it. (Hell also had good food and a good mattress) and there is not much Zimo won't do for a comfortable life. So he learnt magic.

He liked the fear in Lucifer's eyes when his magic would go overboard and give good ol Satan a run for his money.

So turns out, Zimo had an insane amount of Magic. Which he pulled from his surroundings. Hell being Hell, it amplified his magic. Which was…fun. Zimo liked that he felt weightless when the magic flowed through his veins. It tasted amazing. The air smelt like burnt wood. It was intoxicating. The force of it would make him close his eyes. But he would become much more aware of his surroundings. Like he was connected to everything around him. Zimo decided that he liked magic.

Then good old Grandpa Satan busted out the Tome of Evil™, it contained the most powerful spells in all the realms, but it was also a key. Without it, Lucifer wouldn't know how to travel between the realms and would be trapped inside his red mansion. And who could blame Zimo when he took the big Evil™ tome and ran away with it? He is the grandson of the devil. It's on Grandpa Lucy that he didn't see this coming.

If you're asking Why Zimo ran away, well dear readers, it's because Zimo did not have a fucking clue about how to bring on the end of the world. And it was pretty clear that the only reason Lucifer was keeping him alive and around was because he thought Zimo did. And it was only a matter of time before he would realise Zimo wasn't the big bad Antichrist. He was just a British orphan from Singing Angels who liked reading comic books and the genealogy chapter in his biology textbook.

The tome was heavy. And the evil™ book was leaking magical energy. It took Zimo a stupid amount of time to realise that the magical energy could be used for heat.

The night was bearable. He settled under a bridge. It smelt terrible. But beggars can't be choosers. Zimo used his magic to make the boulder he was leaning on softer. He made his jumper warmer, and let sleep take over him.

#original story #Ha Zimo #arthurian mythology #yet to be named

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chaotictarlos · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

I have finally made it over my writers block with this fic and I am so excited about that. It might get done faster than I had originally planned which just makes me so so excited. To my TK BreakUp Anon, I hope you see this. It's a long one. This is not beta'd so there will be mistakes. I'm not asking for those to be pointed out.

Spicy breakup fic sneak peak:

The silence was loud as Carlos drove.

Not a single word was spoken and the radio remained silent as Carlos drove them back to what TK assumed was his place. He briefly wondered if Carlos was living in the loft he had bought or if he was staying somewhere else. TK knew he would find out soon enough.

He stole little glances at Carlos, trying to read his face and find out how he felt about what was about to happen. TK wondered if Carlos would come to his sense, would pull over on the side of the road, and tell him to get out of his car. TK wouldn’t blame him, he was surprised that any of this was happening and that he had made it as far as Carlos’ car.

It never happens, though, and soon they’re parking in the parking lot outside of the loft. TK’s stomach did a slight twist and he almost decided that this was a bad idea but the look Carlos was giving him had the no dying on his lips.

The elevator ride up to the loft - to the last place TK and Carlos really talked and resulted in TK running out - was quiet but filled with nervous energy. They exchanged looks, stealing glances at each other but didn’t say anything. TK was too afraid that saying anything would break the spell and Carlos would realize that they were about to make a mistake.

TK watched as Carlos’ hands shook as he fumbled with the keys, failing to get the key into the lock a few times. It brought a ghost of a smile to TK’s lips and he had to hold himself back from laughing and taking the keys and unlocking the door himself. He found it adorable that Carlos was nervous but also wanted to tell him that he had no reason to be.

Finally, Carlos got the key into the door, slid it open, and allowed TK to step in behind him. TK shut the door behind him and followed Carlos’ lead in taking off his shoes. He took a quick look around, not enough to really commit anything to memory but enough to know that Carlos had seemingly worked to make the loft a home.

Oh, how TK ached to make it his home too.

TK didn’t allow himself to linger on the thought, instead, he stepped into Carlos’ space and grabbed his face to pull him into a kiss. Kissing meant they didn’t have to talk and TK’s eyes didn’t have to sweep over the rooms to see what Carlos had made of the space. Kissing was safe.

TK let out a soft gasp as Carlos pushed him back against the door. He had missed Carlos’ hands on his body and the way he handled him and pulled him closer so that he could deepen the kiss. Their lips moved together easily as if no time has passed and they spent each day kissing each other. TK allowed himself to lean into that feeling, to pretend for just a moment that he hadn’t broken Carlos’ and his own heart.

“TK, fuck,” Carlos gasped when TK pulled away. TK looked at him, panting and wanting to say so much but he doesn’t. Instead, he dipped his head and leaned forward, finding that perfect spot where Carlos’ neck and shoulder met to suck on softly. He knew that he shouldn’t leave marks behind but he was going to, a little reminder that he had been there and had been with Carlos again.

“Let’s, um, let’s move to the bedroom,” Carlos managed to gasp out as TK slipped a hand under his shirt and brushed his fingers across his stomach. TK sucked on his neck for a little longer before he pulled back.

Carlos looked wrecked already and they hadn’t done anything. TK knew that they were both going to be thinking about this for days.

When Carlos looked at him for a moment to long without saying anything, TK opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, but Carlos grabbed his hand and pulled him through the loft and to his bedroom before he could.

TK allowed Carlos to push him down onto the bed, a brief thought of wondering if Carlos had had anyone else in the bed flickered through TK’s mind but he pushed it away as Carlos straddled his waist and started to push up TK’s shirt. TK reached down and grabbed the hem of it, pulling it the rest of the way off his body and tossing it onto the ground.

“Carlos…” TK said, and he meant for it to be a whine but it comes out heavy, as if a full sentence should follow it. Carlos looked at him for a moment, allowing him space to say something if he wanted, before he started to kiss down the length of TK’s chest. TK sighed contently and reached down, tangling his fingers in Carlos’ curls the way he knew that he liked it.

Carlos stopped kissing just above TK’s pants and looked up at him, locking eyes immediately. Carlos looked so good where he was at TK could cry.

“Do you want this?” Carlos asked as he dipped his fingers beneath TK’s pants.

“Yes, yes I do. Please.” He said, nodding his head. He wanted this more than he wanted anything else at the moment.

Carlos, thankfully, didn’t have to be told twice and made quick work of ridding TK of his pants and boxers. TK almost wanted him to tease him a bit, to take his time, but Carlos seemed to be as desperate as he was and wrapped his lips around TK’s cock as soon as he could.

TK maned the moment Carlos’ mouth was wrapped around his cock, hips jerking up into the wet, warm heat. Nodboyd had ever sucked his cock with as much care as Carlos did. He always took his time, moving his mouth over his length and wrapping his tongue around him in a way that always drove TK crazy.

Carlos wrapped his hand around the base of TK’s cock and pulled off so that just the head of TK’s cock was in his mouth. TK loved when Carlos did this. He stroked the part that wasn’t in his mouth and paid special attention to the head of TK’s cock, tongue sliding over his most sensitive spots gently.

“Carlos, I- fuck, like that. Always so fucking good with your mouth,” TK moaned when Carlos ran his tongue along the underside of his cock. TK couldn’t resist pulling on his curls and rolling his hips upward to push his cock further down Carlos’ throat. “Gonna make me come if you keep that up…”

TK whined when Carlos pulled off of his cock after he said that. He looked down to be met with Carlos looking at him with desperate, pleading eyes.

“I need you,” Carlos moaned as he dropped TK’s cock and crawled up his body. Carlos kissed him hard, pressing his hips against TK’s, and TK could feel how hard he was. “I need you to fuck me, Tyler.”

TK paused, holding his breath as Carlos asked him to fuck him. That wasn’t something that Carlos wanted often, that he said he needed and it had been a very long time since Carlos had begged TK to fuck him. He usually only asked TK to fuck him on the nights when he needed to feel taken by TK, needed to feel owned, and be as close to TK as possible. It was something that had so many emotions tied up into it TK knew just how much this meant to Carlos, how badly he needed it to ask for it.

TK almost said no because he doesn’t want to add to the pain that Carlos is already feeling from him. But when TK pulled back enough to search Carlos’ face he saw how much this was a need. In the same way, TK wanted to feel wanted by Carlos, and Carlos wanted that too. TK didn’t know if it was a want driven by feelings that Carlos still had or a need that came with being broken up and not having that secure connection anymore.

Either way, TK could see how desperate Carlos was for it and how much he needed TK to be the one to take him that night.

TK decided that he had to do this for Carlos. He had to do it because it might be the last time they were ever together in this way and because he had hurt Carlos so much. Maybe it could be a way to make it up to him -- and perhaps show Carlos how much he still wanted and loved him.

He gripped Carlos’ hips hard and flipped them over.

“Okay,” he said simply as he said to undress Carlos. “Finally I get to see you. Too many fucking clothes on, as always. You always make getting you naked hard.”

“You love undressing me,” Carlos replied quickly. TK’s heart stuttered at the word “love.”

TK smirked in response because he can’t reply with what he wanted to - that he loves everything about Carlos. He dipped his head and started to pepper kisses and soft bites along Carlos’ collarbone. He rolled his hips, dragging his wet cock against Carlos’ with a soft moan. He continued to roll his hips, thrusting against Carlos as he worked himself up to open Carlos up and fuck him.

TK desperately wanted to do a good job. He didn’t want to do a bad job and disappoint Carlos.

He started to kiss down Carlos’ body, taking care in how he handled him. His touches were gentle, some just barely there ghost-like touches that he knew would linger on Carlos’ skin far longer than the rougher ones. He kissed every inch, nipping at a few of his favorite spots and leaving marks behind. He decorated as much of Carlos’ skin as possible, wanting to leave his mark just one last time.

He whispered sweet nothings against Carlos’ skin. Telling him that he loved him, that he was sorry, that if he could take it all back and not break Carlos’ heart he would. He didn’t say them loud enough for Carlos to hear but he hoped that his soul could hear them and take them know that TK meant them.

He spread Carlos’ legs gently, running his hands up his thighs as he settled between them and looked up at Carlos. He stared deep in his eyes, trying to show him with his eyes that he still cared. He didn’t know if it came across very well.

TK watched as Carlos reached into his bedside table and handed him a full bottle of lube. TK raised his eyebrow, a silent tease at how full it was and Carlos just shrugged at him in response.

He clicked the cap open and slicked up his fingers, ducking his head to hide how happy he was at the full bottle. It was the same bottle that they had when they broke up, TK knew it was because the label on the back is peeled halfway off. He dropped his slick fingers down and circled his finger around Carlos’ hole.

A shiver ran down his spine as Carlos whined, he loved that sound. He loved every sound that Carlos made for him.

TK felt overwhelmed, emotions bubbling up from where he had tried to bury them deep inside. He tried not to think of them, focusing on Carlos with all his might as he teased his hole and then pressed a finger deep inside of him.

TK wanted to pretend like this was just sex between them, that it was meaningless and wouldn’t mean a thing but he knew that would be a lie.

They would always be more, no matter what was happening between them. They would never be just friends - they had long passed missed that chance.

It broke TK’s heart to think that no matter what, they would never be able to be friends, and TK had to live with the fact that he would have to live without Carlos in his life.

TK pushed a finger into Carlos, moaning at how tight he was. He knew that it had been months since Carlos had bottomed and knew that he would have to take his time. He was gentle and slow, only adding fingers when he was sure that Carlos was ready for more and was ready to be stretched.

“So beautiful,” TK muttered as he pressed a soft kiss to Carlos’ inner thigh. He was aware that the move was probably more intimate than it should be, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always,” Carlos muttered, and that one word made TK’s heart skip a beat. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m ready for you.”

TK moved to his knees, eyes flickering over to the nightstand before back at Carlos.

“Condom?” He forced himself to ask, he had to know if Carlos had been with anyone else. A full bottle of lube didn’t mean that Carlos hadn’t fucked someone.

The word hung in the air for a moment and TK’s heart began to sink.

“No need, there hasn’t been anyone else…unless?” Carlos looked at him with the same feelings that TK was feeling.

“Me either.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided himself to Carlos’ hole. He paused for just a moment, locking eyes with Carlos again, and then pushed inside of Carlos easily.

“Tyler.”

Carlos calling him by his full name had never sounded so good. TK couldn’t help the moan that rolled off his tongue or the shiver that ran down his spine at it. He paused, again, when he was fully inside of Carlos so that they could both adjust to the feeling of TK being inside.

TK felt Carlos’ hands on his hips, fingers digging in as if he was afraid if he didn’t hold him close then TK would disappear. TK had no plans to do that at that moment. Instead, he lowered himself, his body covering Carlos’ so that they were closer together.

He kissed Carlos hard as he pulled his hips all the way back, leaving the tip of his cock inside of Carlos, and then pushed forward again. He was slow in his movements, settling into an almost lazy thrust of his hips.

He knew that Carlos enjoyed it when TK went slowly and took his time, Carlos never wanted to rush through the times that he bottomed because it wasn’t a lot. TK never minded, he enjoyed savoring the moment.

In that moment, everything outside of their tangled limbs stopped existing. Nothing else mattered. The breakup didn’t matter. The hurt that TK had fault, had caused didn’t matter. The days that he had spent without Carlos didn’t matter.

All that faded away and was replaced with focus on Carlos and making him feel good. TK memorized the feeling of Carlos beneath his hands again, locking away the feeling of his soft skin and how he felt wrapped around his cock. He kissed him over and over again, so that he wouldn’t forget the feel of his lips against his or the taste of him on his tongue.

It all made TK want more - more than he would ever be allowed to have from Carlos again. He moaned when he felt Carlos’ blunt nails rack down his back, pushing into the touch and wanting Carlos to mark him up too.

He swallowed down tears, bit back words of love as he made love to him - because that’s what he was doing, it wasn’t fucking, it was love and always would be with them. Nothing could ever be casual between them, there was just too much there. Too many feelings. Too many memories of what it meant to be loved truly.

TK held onto Carlos tightly, and when they came shouting each other's name he allowed himself to kiss Carlos harder, to swallow his moans and bask in the pleasure for as long as it tingled through his body. It was all he wanted, but knew couldn’t last.

#t's wip wednesday #wip wednesday #this was long #sorry #tk breakup era pov #this fic is going to kill me #i thought carlos' was hard to write #this one is even more #tarlos

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agustd-essert · 2 years

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ETERNITY {K.H.J}

group : ateez

member : Hongjoong (but the other members are main characters)

au : Pirate!Ateez, Pirate Captain!Hongjoong, Siren!Reader

wc : 2.8k

content warnings : criminal activity, mentions of murder and death but not in explicit detail, alcohol, a bar fight, mentions of a gun/general weaponry, its a story about pirates and a siren what do you expect?

summary : A siren with a yearning for adventure and a knack for getting information crosses paths with a pirate captain and his eccentric crew in a race against time and other pirates to reclaim a long lost sunken treasure. Will they succeed? or will the captain and the siren get more than they bargained for?

spirit box (a/n) : i debated on putting this out for a while because I don't know how often I'll be able to update this but I love this idea so much and its been burning a hole in my drafts.

I also wanna make it clear this is eventually gonna involve romance, this is just the beginning...

Prologue : A Longing...

Your pirate story starts just about as commonly as ones you’ve heard over and over again. It starts with a longing. For most, it’s a longing for the sea. For the freedom it provides away from their overbearing families or obnoxious wives on shore. The reasoning is different for everyone but the longing remains the same. For you, however, it was a longing for adventure. You had all the freedom you could dream of. Never plagued by parents or peers and a freedom to go where you wanted whenever you pleased. However exciting that may seem it quickly lost its luster when everywhere to be found, was. New places quickly became old ones and you began to frequent the same areas, staying to the places that were so called “less desirable” Being a young woman in the age of lawlessness and pirates where every woman was expected to either be a slave or worse, a house wife, was hard enough. Made only harder by the fact that you were alone. No protection besides your own skills, no home, no family as you had given that all up in your feverous pursuit for your adventure. It was out there, you always told yourself, just waiting for you to find it. Which is why you were hellbent on being a pirate and currently found yourself on the legendary pirate oasis of Tortuga.

The port had become a home of yours and always a place to find decent work that never pried too hard at exactly who you were. The jobs were almost always some form of robbery or sabotage with the few exceptions of some cartography and wayfinding. You were educated on the sea, always had been thanks to your plethora of time spent in or on it as a child and knew your ways around a ship as well and your trade made you decent around a blade as well. Getting robbed almost nightly and being a thief by trade meant there would always be one unsatisfied party in the form of those you stole from. However, the money always made it worth it. Yes, a fine pirate you’d make. This led to you being able to make a decent living and name for yourself over your years on the island. You had people you worked with frequently and the local tavern owner even rented out the loft above the tavern to you as a place to stay. The only problem arising when trying to find a crew. It was always either no one wanted to employ a woman, especially one as well kept as you always tried to keep yourself, thanks to the assumption of you being incompitent. That or a band of deplorable old men with half a working ship and a real affinity for assault. Not like that ever scared you. You knew you would be able to take them on if you were anywhere near the sea. I mean you are a siren after all. You don’t mess with a siren, especially near the water. Any pirate that doesn’t have a death wish knows that. The thought of being in the ocean again slightly saddened you. You missed it, yes and went swimming as often as you could but what use is there to have the whole ocean for the taking and not have any idea what to take from it or where to begin. That’s what you longed for. The goal. The journey. A journey you will get, much sooner than you think.

A few days ago, a ship docked in port. The ship was by far the largest you’d ever seen, the crew was unfamiliar but you assumed they were one of the best in their line of work based on the ship size alone. The night was cold and clear, moon high and bright in the sky. You kept your hood up and the collar of your cloak buttoned up high as well as your scarf you tied around your face to conceal it being doubled up to contain the heated breath coming from your nose and mouth. Which served double duty in keeping your face warm as well as minimizing the puffs of breath that would create clouds of fog in the frigid air. You were currently sneaking down alleyways and backroads enroute to a butcher on the edge of the port town that had stolen a number of pet pigs from a local farmer. Your job was simple: steal them back, return them unharmed, get enough to cover your bar tab for the night, pass out in your bed at the end of the night. Easy. That was until you chose to sneak under the window of what you knew to be a fortune teller, Madame Luciele. You frequently saw the middle-aged woman talking to troves of children and telling them fantastical stories of monsters, pirates and treasure. If she legitimately told fortunes or not was none of your business but you always enjoyed her storytelling and she was certainly the person to go to when the topic was concerned with anything supernatural and/or mythical. Which it seemed the person to whom the good madame was currently conversing with was concerned about.

“Yes captain, I’m certain that is the correct ritual for the pools.” Captain? Of that huge ship in port? And what pools? Against your better judgment of just minding your own business, the words and phrases they were using were raising flags in your brain and you were frozen in place by your own curiosity. You slowly and carefully peaked into the open window to see the madame and the captain facing each other at a table on the far wall with a few candles as well as a few books and loose pages scattered on the table before them. The captain was dressed in all blak with red insignias you didn't recognize except for it being the same one he flew on his ship. His hat was off and placed on the table and his long black hair was clearly unkempt and he seemed much like every other dirty pirate you’d seen with the exception of a larger ship. The madame broke you out of your thoughts as she spoke again. You must be anointed with waters from the pools of eternity and offer the scale of a mermaid. After you have been blessed and only then will you be shown the Cromer and be able to use it to control the tides.” The pirate looked delighted at this information and his face slowly blossomed into a sinister smile, only made more unsettling. “So it’s easier than I originally intended..” God his voice sounds like he drinks glass.. “You still need to find the pools as well as the key to the Cromer chamber which last anyone heard, was sunk with the ship it was being transported on over 300 years ago.” Madame Luciele clarified. “I have the map…the key is what is going to be my problem. I've pinpointed where the ship sank through various means but the waters are far too dangerous to go anywhere near Lucaria island.” The pirate spoke sharply and shook his head, pushing his hair out of his face and placing the hat back on his head. Madame Luciele perked up at his words ``You have a map to the Pools of Eternity?...” The Pools of Eternity? You remember reading that legend as a child. About the most fearsome pirate that ever lived who was rumored to have been given the ability to control the sea. The pirate opened his coat and pulled a scroll from his inside pocket before unraveling it and laying it across the table. You were too far to make out any details but the look on the madames face told you that whatever it was, it was rare. The pirate responded “Yes, the only one in creation. pulled it off the body of some bible thumping spaniard at a camp we raided not a week ago-” “HEY!” You were broken out of your thoughts by someone yelling from across the street at you. Clearly drunk but still blowing your cover before you could hear any more of the conversation as it too had been cut by the belligerent man. You bolted from out of the window and further down the alley into darkness before anyone else saw you.

A few hours later, with the job done and pigs safely returned to their owner, you walked down the street towards the tavern that was bustling with people and music thanks to the couple of new ships in the harbor. More ships always meant more people and a livelier crowd. You tossed the bag of coins in the air and whistled happily at the thought of spending the majority of it on a good time. Before you reached the tavern, though, you caught what looked to be a blonde male in a large coat with tan fur on it disappear into an alley on the opposite side of the street. What was more curious however is that he was filled by someone you knew. Jacob Aster. Son of the best cartographer in the port that you did work for occasionally. His son was rarely around because he always took up jobs at sea but you had seen him a fair handful of times and he always shared stories of adventure with you. He never worked with pirates though which is what struck you as odd. He always took legal, contracted work. What was he doing with a pirate? Fate seemed to be on your side tonight as she kept placing you in the right place at the right time to gain information. You obviously jogged across the street and followed them, pulling your hood up and picketing your bag of coins to have both hands free just in case. If anyone asked, you were just looking out for a friend. You spotted them around a corner, talking on the back porch of the house of Jacob’s father. You peaked at them from the alley to their left, a good six to eight feet away from them and still shrouded by the unlit alley. “This will tell you everything you need to know.” Jacob spoke softly and handed the pirate what appeared to be a small leather-bound notebook. The soft light from the candle in the window allowed you to see the pirate a bit better and his looks shocked you. He was young, maybe his mid 20’s, blonde hair slicked back and well kept and shorter on the sides. He wore all black under the dark brown coat adorned with tan fur. You could see the hilt of his sword and the butt of his pistol on opposite hips on his belt and he wore knee high black leather boots. Jewelry adorned many piercings on his ears and sparkled in the candlelight from the window. He was well kept and it shocked you. “This will tell you when the key will be revealed so you can retrieve it as well as how to get the key itself as well as a bunch of other information you need to know about the ritual.” It can’t be the same key the other pirate was looking for, can it? The pirate sighed happily and hugged Jacob “Thank you. I know it wasn’t easy to retrieve but the Spaniards would have killed me on sight.” The pirate's voice was soft and sympathetic. He clearly wasn’t at all like the others you’ve encountered and/or eaten. A thought invades your brain wondering if he tastes as sweet as he sounds before you quickly shove it away. “Of course, Captain Hongjoong. Your cartographer has given us so many amazing references that it was the least I could do. Unfortunate I heard the camp was raided by Captain BlackJack shortly after we left.” The pirate gave a sympathetic look and patted Jacob on the shoulder before handing him a bag of coins. “Thank you again. We’ll get there before him.” Jacob nodded and they parted ways causing you to run back out of the alleyway before the pirate came back down the same alley. Captain? Does he have a ship? And he’s in competition with the other pirate? You decided to ask Jacob in the morning before shaking your head and returning on your path to the tavern once you were sure the pirate was gone.

Another hour later and you find yourself at your favorite table at the tavern named The Sirens Song. Ironic, you know but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Your table was closer to the front corner of the place. Easy for you to put your back to the corner and observe the whole room. It was filled with people laughing, dancing and drinking. People on the stairs cheerfully singing with the musicians, pirates flirting with the barmaid and then drinking until they pass out. A very normal night. You had spotted that dirty pirate with the map, who you now knew as Captain BlackJack, sitting with his crew in the far corner. Talking in hushed secrecy from what you could see by how they were leaning in close whenever someone spoke. Something about that guy rubbed you the wrong way. So much so that if the legend is true and the pools and the Cromer are real, then you hope he's not the one that gets it. The tavern door opens and a large man with shaggy black hair walks through the door. He's wearing a simple white shirt with brown vest and pants with black boots, all remarkably in good condition. He looked around and smiled at the state of the place, clearly a pirate by the sword and pistol he bore but his soft face and warm eyes reminded you more of a puppy than a pirate. You watched as a large band of what you can assume to be his friends and/or crew walk through the door behind him. All young and very good looking, dressed in a variety of colors and fabrics. The last to come through the door almost made you choke on the wine you were sipping from your stein. Captain Hongjoong. In hindsight it made sense that the rest of his crew was as clean as he was but what excited you more was that he had a crew! And a ship! This was it. Hongjoong was your key to adventure. You watched as the group found a table and ordered from the barmaid. They were a lively group with laughter and cheers always coming from their table as they played card games and drank ale.

You had finally mustered the courage to ask him about sailing with him but as you stood up the bar erupted as two pirate crews started shouting something about cheating in a card game which caused both large crews to erupt into a full blown bar fight. Before you could act, a shot rang through the bar that sent everyone fleeing out the door, including Hongjoong and his crew. You ran out the tavern and round the back to the staircase that led up to your apartment, the ruckus could still be heard downstairs but the owner and some patrons were swiftly removing the unruly crews from the tavern. You flopped down into your bed and sighed deeply. How cruel of fate to give you all this information for what would be the adventure of a lifetime and then prevent you from getting in on it. You rubbed your hands over your face and groaned in frustration before something finally clicked in your brain. Hongjoong had the details of the ritual and how to get the key but no map to the island the key was on due to the other pirate having the only map however you recalled a memory from your childhood. Long repressed from when you were still with your siren sisters. You had come across an island far to the south that had a strange aura to it. Like the tides were controlled by the island itself. Your sisters told you something had laid a curse upon that island and everyone lived in fear of being the next victim of said curse. That was that about the island and your sisters refused to ever elaborate. That was the island they were talking about. Hongjoong knew how to get the key and you knew how to get to the island. Oh yes, you were going on this adventure.

At first light you packed your things and went downstairs to bid goodbye to the tavern owner. “Oh and where are you off to, young one?” “I’ve got some leads and someone to talk to. Im finally going on my adventure.” You said happily and the owner beamed at you. “You’re smart. You’ll do well on the sea. Should you ever return, you know where to find me.” You smiled and thanked him before hugging him tightly and walking out the door, setting off for the docks at a determined pace.

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taglist : @rachalixie @chvnnie @woahfruity @isilentprincess @star1117-archives

#ateez #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez imagine #pirate ateez #pirate hongjoong imagine #pirate ateez imagine #kim hongjoong imagine #hongjoong imagine #ghosts haunts

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 1 year

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can you do a fic where Castle asks Beckett to move in on Valentine's day? Or something along those lines please.

The key

"And we're all okay with this?" he whispered to his daughter and mother as they huddled around the kitchen counter, all leaning in on their elbows for maximum privacy.

It was a little past 2am when Castle practically leapt up the stairs, banging on doors and declaring the need for an emergency house meeting.

When his family had finally joined him downstairs, they were less than enthusiastic, but he had a deadline rapidly approaching. The stroke of midnight, now two and a half hours ago, marked February 14th. And, for the first time ever, he was gift-less.

"I would have been a little more okay with it after a full nights sleep," Alexis grumbled, her palms pressing into her temples the only thing holding her head up.

"Ignore her, Richard." Martha swatted the teenager's arm playfully, before turning her attention to Castle. "While I tend to agree that the timing of this meeting is not ideal, I am thrilled that you and Katherine are doing this."

"Well, I just figured that you guys should probably have a say in this considering this is your home," he justified, hoping they would forgive his wake up call knowing the urgency behind it. "And we aren't doing anything. Not yet, anyway."

"But gifting her a key to the loft is a step in that direction." Martha clarified.

"It's just- she deserves something more, you know? More than store bought jewellery or an expensive dinner."

"She doesn't like jewellery?" Alexis chimed in, a willing participant in the discussion now that her body was beginning to wake up a little.

"No, she does. And I know she would appreciate anything I got her, but I just- I want something that says 'I love you this much'." He held his arms out wide, emphasising his point. "Jewellery says 'I love you enough to go to the mall'."

"Ah, but a key says 'I love you enough to share my space'," Martha added as she began to understand her son's rambling. "You want to share your life with her."

"Exactly," he smiled.

Alexis placed her palms on the countertop, uncurling herself as she sat upright. "Uh, Dad?"

He followed his daughter's eyes, locked in the direction of his study. He turned, his eyes falling immediately to the figure standing in the darkened doorway.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Beckett said apologetically as she stepped forward into the soft light of the kitchen.

She folded her arms across her body as she approached, self consciousness marring her face. She knew she was the topic of discussion. That left him with one burning question:

"How much of that did you hear?"

She dropped her eyes from his, biting down on her lower lip nervously. Without a word she moved across the room, to her bag left by the lounge.

"I've been reconsidering this for a few days now," she confessed as she pulled a small box from the front compartment of her bag, brushing her thumb along the soft ribbon bow embellishment. "I didn't know how you'd feel about it, I guess."

She took a breath that seemed to enforce her confidence, then moved back toward the kitchen where her love and his family stayed waiting.

She passed him the box, a new smile on her face.

"But, I heard enough to know I was on the right track."

He opened the gift slowly, delicately tugging at the ribbon before lifting the lid off the box. He smiled, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he pulled the key from its box.

"Hey, you stole my idea."

She scoffed. "If anything, this is proof that you stole my idea!"

He placed a hand on her waist, pulling her into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I love you," she whispered.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, "I love you, too."

#kate beckett #caskett #richard castle #castle #fandom #fanfic #rick castle #kate beckett x richard castle #fanfiction prompts #valentine's prompts #my drabbles

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innytoes · 11 months

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luke/bobby + nesting (especially if they don’t realize what they’re doing lol)

It started with Bobby. One day, he came home, grinning like a maniac, throwing something at Luke’s head. Or maybe just the couch, but considering Luke was sprawled on it, the end result was the same. “Check out what I found at the thrift store!” he cackled.

It was a pillow with a cross stitch on it, which didn’t really seem like Bobby’s style, until you realised it said ‘come back with a warrant’ on it. Perfect for their shitty little ‘we’re going to be rock stars just you wait’ apartment. Which right now mostly consisted of a couple of mattresses on the floor in the bedrooms, Luke’s old couch, a folding chair they stole from the studio, and a rickety kitchen table they hadn’t found chairs for yet. And of course a bunch of music posters on the walls.

“Squishy,” Luke said happily, after he’d shown off the text to everyone. He put it under his head and snuggled in. “Good find, Bobbers.” Bobby smiled one of his rare, genuine smiles, and Alex started to wonder.

“Did you also find forks like I asked you to?” Alex asked, sighing when Bobby stared at him for a second before turning around and walking right back out the door. “Okay.”

Then the next day, they came home one day to find the softest, coziest fluffy blanket on the couch. “Oooh,” Reggie said, immediately flopping down and rubbing it against his cheek. “Soft.” Reggie wasn’t an Omega, but the guy did appreciate soft things as much as one. Alex had to admit, this kind of thing was absolutely perfect for nesting.

Hmm.

“Oh yeah, I saw that was on sale for like, five bucks,” Luke said casually when he came home from his shift at the diner. “It’ll be great for movie night, don’t you think?”

“If Reggie doesn’t become one with it before then,” Alex joked, and Reggie, not looking up from where he was rubbing his cheek against the blanket, flipped him off.

He tried to put his suspicions aside, especially because Luke didn’t seem particularly upset at a Beta hogging The Perfect Nesting Blanket. Then again, their pack had always been very touchy-feely, and didn’t care much about secondary genders.

But then it just kept happening. Bobby brought home a candle to ‘cover up the smell of farts and stale take out’ that just happened to go perfectly with Luke’s scent. Another pillow, even softer and fluffier and squishier than the last appeared on the couch. Then another blanket, a soft flannel thing with a guitar pattern on it. Some string lights were added to the living room. Even Reggie started to notice, and they played a game every time they came home at the same time to see who could find the new nesting thing first.

When Luke’s heat was about to start, Alex sat everyone down on the now extremely comfortable nest of a sofa. “Okay, so should Reggie and I just bounce for your heat?” he asked.

They’d of course talked this through before moving in together. It was the whole reason Luke and Alex were sharing the one bedroom and Bobby and Reggie the other. Two Omegas together, the Beta and Alpha together, less chance of weirdness.

Except things had been weird all week.

“Uh, what?” Luke asked, because that hadn’t been the plan. The plan had been for Luke and Alex to go to the studio for his heat, after he found a heat partner. They’d even made the loft all nice and cozy for it.

Except right now, the couch was looking way cozier than the nest they’d all built together in the loft.

“I love you both like family,” Alex told Luke and Bobby, who were curled up on the couch together, super close, even though Reggie had taken the chair and Alex was pacing in front of the milk crate they were using as a coffee table. “But I really don’t want to come home and see my family defiling the couch.”

“Hey, at least it’s covered in blankets,” Reggie pointed out happily, so yeah, they wouldn’t be actively defiling the couch so much as the nest on top of it.

“What are you guys talking about,” Luke said, turning to Bobby and realising how very close he was. He blushed, and his nostrils flared, and for a moment, it was like he was seeing Bobby for the very first time.

Bobby stared back at him, before tearing his gaze away and darting his eyes around the room. The candle. The string lights. The very, very obvious nest he and Luke were sitting in. “Shit.”

“Yeah, we’re just going to leave you two to it,” Reggie said happily. “We can swap Bobby and Alex’ beds when we get home.” He bounced up, looking at Alex. “Slumber party at the studio?”

Alex laughed. At least someone would be using the nest in the loft, even if it was completely platonically. “Yeah, let’s give these two space to talk.”

And from the way they were staring at each other, defile the couch.

#julie and the phantoms #a/b/o dynamics #fanfic #bobbyxluke #I wrote a thing #they're stupid your honour #Alex: I can see what's happening (Reggie: what?) A: And they don't have a clue...#Bobby smelling candles at the Bed Bath and Beyond like: oh this one reminds me of Luke. This means nothing and I have no ulterior motives #Reggie as soon as he caught on: Yeah I ship it

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[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! JASPER ‘JACK’ TOMKINS just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a MODEL / OWNER OF GLOW. that can’t be easy, especially at only 35 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit RESTLESS and STUBBORN, but i know them to be GENIAL and DILIGENT. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to BROOKLYN! — (penny, 24, gmt, she/her, none)

fullname: jasper henry tomkins. nickname(s): jack ( used by everyone ), jas ( usually just close friends / family ), jasp ( uncommonly used ). age: thirty-five. birthday: july 6th. gender / pronouns: cis man , he / him. orientation: homosexual / homoromantic. place of birth: oxford, england. current residence: 'vintage' loft apartment, brooklyn. height: 5'9. personality: considerate, pragmatic, evasive, self-critical.

born and raised in oxford jasper's parents were both teachers ( mum of biology & dad of history ) and he the youngest of three, with an older brother & sister. while his siblings followed in the academic path set by their parents, jasper was consumed by a love for ballet from a young age.

he attended the royal ballet school for several years thanks to bursaries, but at eighteen suffered a back injury that had to be treated with surgery and though he mostly recovered ( it still plays up every now and then ) but decided then it wasn't the career path for him.

so he started a degree in music and drama at university and ended up doing some modelling for fellow students in fashion and photography. with their encouragement & his family's, he built a portfolio and approached several agencies. he began part time work straight away ; dribs and drabs here and there, but enough for jack to find a real passion.

dropped out of uni and struggled through a few years of ups and downs ( mainly downs ) in london. his luck started to turn at 23 and this prompted his move to new york two years later. the ups and downs ratio slowly shifted towards more of the former and at 26 he booked his first real editorial shoot in an issue of harper's bazaar.

after this he started earning regularly in editorial and commercial fashion; enough to move from his first dingy brooklyn apartment and start saving. his ownership of glow came completely out of nowhere ; jasper would never dream of being a business owner. until, of course, a club space not far from his home became available. it is maybe the most impulsive thing he's ever done and for sure he has stress dreams about it since taking ownership with a friend ( maybe a wc ?? ) two years ago, but it's done and glow is now his baby. he still models & loves it of course, but channels most of his energy into glow.

it was always going to be an lgbtq+ space and it had been a club before, so that was a pretty easy decision. but it's by no means just a club. downstairs is only open from the evening and is the designated club space ( though there are alcohol-free & relaxed nights even in the club ), but upstairs is a much more relaxed space with a bar and cafe capabilities. jack really wants it to become a community hub of sorts.

headcanons

is probably a relatively mid to high-level model. he's had his fair share of shoots in popular magazines / work with well-known brands so recognisable to an extent, but not considered a supermodel or a household name, really.

supports local small businesses ( esp queer ones ) at any chance, whether in the club or through investment, sponsorship, whatever. he has money ( like, a good amount of it ) & kinda status for the first time in his life so is always trying to find ways to share it out and make sure as many people benefit as possible.

has been known to randomly appear at the club's karaoke night and take part. usually a wham! song or never gonna give you up if he's feeling funny. if he's not modelling, he can usually be found at glow, obsessing over one thing or the other and being a typical perfectionist / stress head overthinking things.

bubbly af ; just wants to be friends with everyone. lowkey golden retriever energy. some people-pleasing tendencies but he's getting better since being in business and realising that sometimes it's very important to say no.

a dreadfully hopeless romantic. his dating history has, like his career, had many ups and downs. still firmly believes in love and the idea of settling down with 'the one' which has been his most recent dating goal though he's fallen out of the scene a lot with being so busy.

i'm building a wee plots page here but it's bare af & i would frankly lay down my life for any plots at all

#boroughs.intro #this is pure gibberish but we move !#pls love him. he will love u

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kiss-my-freckle · 5 months

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Honest opinion.

Do you think people blame Damon's actions on Stefan and going after his girlfriend ?

Do you think it's fair to excuse Stefan's actions because he got a ripper gene from his mother? And everything that Damon did , he didn't feel the guilt?

I see a lot of people blaming Damon for stealing Stefan's girlfriend while Stefan was with Klaus trying to save him. I disagree with both parts. For Damon to steal Stefan's girlfriend, Elena actually had to be Stefan's girlfriend. She stopped being his girlfriend when he left town with Klaus in 2x22. He made it official for Elena when he broke up with her in 3x3. That's why I tell fans Stefan treated her like a toy before he treated her like a broken toy. She's either his girlfriend or she's not, so when he broke up with her in 3x3, they were over. As for Stefan leaving town with Klaus, it wasn't to save Damon. He drank half a dozen blood bags to save Damon. He left town with Klaus to protect Elena. Had it not been for her, Stefan would've went home after Damon got the cure. Stefan shifted from saving Damon to protecting Elena, the truth of which sits in Elena's text. It's all about the brother who's supposed to be alive because Klaus gave Damon the cure, and the girlfriend who's supposed to be dead because Klaus sacrificed her in his ritual.

It's also what happens when Klaus doesn't actually look at Stefan's phone when Elena texts him in 2x22, while complete opposite with Rebekah in 3x5. When things unravel with Rebekah and the necklace, Klaus realizes Stefan's lies started before they even left town. Fans actually have to look at the necklace to see it. Elena told Klaus that Katherine stole it, but she didn't tell him WHEN Katherine stole it. So you can put that necklace back in Alaric's loft with Katherine BEFORE she took the cure to Damon. That's why Klaus is dead-set on destroying Stelena. He told Stefan he rarely gets played for the fool, and Stefan was already playing him.

It's because of that, Stefan wasn't leaving the high school UNTIL he bit into Elena. She basically takes the place of Stefan's first ripper victim because of Stefan's lies.

No one's actions on the show are excusable, ripper gene or no ripper gene. Damon did feel guilt, but as I posted yesterday... Damon was never a victim to his guilt. That's why he's always punishing himself. He carries some emotions better than others, and guilt is one of them. His first self-punishment was the blood bag diet. He started drinking from blood bags because he killed Lexi.

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craftycheetah · 2 years

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Kitty Cat-astrophe

You met Hitoshi one day during the night of a delayed train run. He remembers seeing you look worried, your brows furrowed in confusion, and furiously typing away at your phone. What you were texting about? He had no idea, but he bet it was related to the train. A jerk of the train sent him crashing into you, his front making a heavy impact with your back that sent a terrified squeak out of you.

“I am so sorry. Are you alright?” you stammer, looking up at the purple-haired man.

Hitoshi looks at you, ignoring the slight blush rising to his cheeks. He nods and looks away.

This happened for almost two weeks until Hitoshi mustered up the courage to talk to you and get to know you.

That was ten months ago; they’ve been the happiest ten months of your life. Hitoshi’s so kind and caring towards you. When you first met, he was quiet, but after a while, he let you in, and over time he became the quietest yet most affectionate man you’ve ever met. And his cat is just as bad.

When you first met Nutella, she ran away from you, opting to hide under Hitoshi’s bed the entire time you were there. Still, Hitoshi assured you that she’d come around.

Nutella came around but at Hitoshi’s expense. After visiting often and getting scented by the tortie cat, Nutella suddenly decided you were her favorite person after moving into his apartment. Constantly following you around the loft, jumping you whenever you try to leave, yelling for you whenever you close the bathroom door on her. She became your shadow, and Hitoshi loved and hated it.

“Babe, have you seen my headscarf?” you call out, looking all over the bedroom.

“Did you check under the bed?” Hitoshi calls back from the living room, his eyes not leaving the Apex match on the living room TV.

“Goddammit, it’s not under here!”

You roll your eyes playfully into the bathroom as you hear a soft chitter from the side. “Hi, Nutella. Have you seen Mama’s headscarf?”

Nutella looks up at you before rubbing her body against your calves and trotting out of the room. Following the cat, you kiss Hitoshi’s temple as you pass him while following Nutella.

Nutella sits at the base of the tree and stares at you.

You look down at her before inspecting the tree. A black and floral pattern catches your eye. “Nutella! Hitoshi, the cat stole my headwrap!” you gasp, tugging the wire-filled cloth out of the hole.

“She’s your shadow, princess,” Hitoshi huffs before winning the match with his team. “Yes!”

“Don’t be like that, ‘tosh. You’re the one who gave her a home. I’m sure she still loves you.”

Picking up the tortoiseshell cat, you carry her like a baby before adjusting her, so she faces Hitoshi. “You still love your Papa, right Nutella?” you coo.

Hitoshi looks over as you hold the cat and smiles when she leans forward and sniffs his face before licking his nose. “I love you too.”

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#shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #bnha x black!reader #x black reader #mha x reader #bonnie.writes #bnha x reader #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #mha x black!reader

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carelessflower · 2 years

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mini magnus depleting his magic and accidentally portals himself to the place he always felt safe and falls asleep. mini alec shooting tracking areas all over the loft in a panic, losing his mind looking for his bestie. malec coming home to find mini alec sobbing against chairman’s neck while mini church curls up purring on mini alec lap. magnus tracks mini alec to the institute to find mini simon and clary sitting on top of alec’s old drawers with mini treats they stole from the institute kitchen waiting for mini magnus to wake up from his nap inside alec’s t-shirt drawer. mini alec spends the next week attached to mini magnus by the hip, eventually making them little bracelets so they can always know their bestie is ok.

you almost jumpscare me with mini magnus disappear i thought we gonna get some min angst aldsgkjfdk. mini alec and mini magnus get new shirts (magnus one said "if lost please return to alec", alec one said "im alec"). also so yes to the bracelets

#ask #mini malec #mini church cuddling a crying mini alec #why this so heartbreaking and cute

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ofnotaprincess · 2 years

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@briskofpeds

Your demons have a way of taking its toll on you. Jo Wilson always felt alone, always felt like she had to hide herself. Her childhood wasn’t suns and rainbows. It was more of a hell for her. She never felt wanted or enough for anyone. She was abandoned as a baby. None of the foster homes wanted her; she was too old by the time any family found interest in her. She was tired of the moving around, of being tossed to the side. It’s why she took matters into her own hands. Why she stole cars to make her living situation make ends meet. Her judge of character wasn’t sharp due to her lack of experience.

She realized now she was desperate to feel loved; to love someone who loved her back. Jo convinced herself love was the answer; it would fix all her problems. And as a result she learned the hard way. Paul was kind at first; he made her feel seen. He made her feel those butterflies in her stomach. He had the ability to make her feel special; to feel like she was the only girl. Jo followed love; her heart and she stupidly married Paul on a whim. She thought the future was full of hope with him. She was blinded from his charm to see the signs. She had friends until she didn’t. Until the day her world only revolved around her. Jo was warned from a friend; and she convinced herself that her friend Link was Jealous; Paul made her feel crazy especially when he started getting in her head. She stopped listening to herself. Until the night he got so mad he nearly killed her. Of course he’d place his hands on her more than one occasion. He made the brunette believe it was her fault; that she provoked him.

It took years for Jo to leave; to plan her escape after bruise after bruise she was tired of living in fear. She changed her name; she found an opportunity for herself in Seattle; an internship. She had placed her name in as Jo Wilson; a new life and name. Jo Never planned on meeting someone like Alex. He was an ass the last man she saw herself falling for. Which is why she felt safe at first. Until the pair had formed a friendship; a easy banter that turned on feelings. Feelings Jo tired to run from. She tried to date anyone but him but Alex was on the back of her mind. And that night; during the heavy rain storm when he said the words; words she wanted to hear. She saw it; Alex meant it when he said he loved her. And deep down she loved him so and she smiled and kissed him. Years together; a friendship formed into love. Jo said how much she loved him with her actions. She didn’t think it was okay to utter the words “ I love you” unless it was going to last. The last man she said I love you to had betrayed her; had beat her for fun and made her feel sick to her stomach.

But Despite the love; she should’ve seen it coming. The Marriage proposals. Meaning more than one. Everything in her body wanted to say yes, but she couldn’t. She thought she had more time to tell him. But the shoe had dropped she felt like she lost him. Alex had barely spoken two words to her in days, in weeks. He wouldn’t even stay at the loft; and she felt broken. A piece of her was slipping away. Until today; when she happened to walk into this exam room. The same room he was in.

She felt the air return; she felt those warm feelings in the pit of her stomach again. He was working; she saw the crease on his forehead when he focused. Their eyes met; and that’s when she broke. The demands of lying; the hiding from the person you love was taking its toll on her.Which is why she broke. She uttered the words. She was married; to a man that beat her. She could barely look at him feeling his glaze beating down on her. Back pressed against the cold door she slid down until her bottom hit the floor.

Shoulders pulled down in defeat. “ Is marriage all you want here? Is the fact I love you not enough? I want this, I want us. I just.. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to file for divoice yet.. I don’t know if I can give you marriage.: A hard truth; if marriage is what Alex was seeking we might just have to walk away now. Before either of us get pulled through the mud further. Feeling him close, she felt his touch; hearing his breathing she leaned closer into his touch; until her head had hit his shoulder.

Palm sliding across the floor until she reached his palm lacing her fingers through his. “ I love you, and I know I should’ve told you. I’m not good at the whole letting my guard down. But I’m trying.. You won’t lose me Alex.” I was her; despite the impulse to run for the hills.

Together; It was nice thought; and for a second Jo held onto that hope.

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jobrookekarev · 2 years

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Caught By Surprise

Chapter One of Six: I Think I Just Had a Baby.

Words: 1,308

Summary: Jo was sitting against the wall on the floor of the bathroom and cradled in her arms was a tiny pink baby. Alex could feel the blood drain from his face as his lips parted. Fear rose inside of him, especially with the blood in between her legs.

“I think I just had a baby,” Jo said in disbelief, her eyes wide as she looked up from the baby in her arms to stare at him.

Alex comes home to see that Jo has unexpectedly delivered their baby girl on the bathroom floor. Neither of them had any idea that she was pregnant before this and now they’ve suddenly become parents.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Alex Karev, and Jo Wilson.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Birth, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Baby, Medical Procedures, Angst, Fluff, Family Feels, Baby Hats.

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AN: This is a belated birthday to @mac-andcheeses. It’s been so hard to write since she left, but I hope she enjoys this! Takes place after 16x09 and 16x10.

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Jo walked into the loft alone that evening. It was just her for now and she felt the loneliness sinking in as she dropped her bag. She immediately went over to the couch and picked up the little baby blanket that she had used for the safe haven baby. It felt so odd that just a few hours ago she'd had this tiny baby in her home. She missed the sounds that they would make and being able to hold them as she sat on the couch. Now she was all alone. Jo pulled the blanket to her chest as she grabbed the remote desperate to fill the silence. Luckily, her phone started ringing and Alex's face appeared on her screen making her smile as she picked up his call.

“Hey, did your flight get in alright?” Jo said if she smiled and laid back on the couch.

“Yeah, I’m going to get my bag and head out to grab the car so I should be home within an hour or so,” Alex said before his voice turned to one of concern. “How are you? I got your voicemail about the safe haven baby. How did it go?”

Jo just sighed as she sunk back into the couch. She laid back on the cushions as she pulled the blanket up to her nose, inhaling that sweet newborn scent.

“That bad, huh.”

“No, he was perfect, but I still don't understand how a mother could do this. How my mother could do this and still not want me years later. I thought it would heal me, but instead it just… I don't know. I didn't want to give him up. I didn't exactly bring him to the hospital after I picked him up. I brought him here to the Loft instead. I don't know why. I just thought he deserved one night in a home. I wanted to give him the love and attention he deserved before he went into the system and became a pile of paperwork.”

“You brought the safe haven baby home?” Alex asked, and she could hear the smile on his lips. “How long did you keep him for?”

“Only for a few hours, then Link and Meredith came over and Link made me take him to the hospital. I named him, Asher Wilson. Because he was left at the fire station like me and he deserved a name from someone who cared,” Jo said, with a frown, staring at the baby blanket that still smelled of him.

“Jo, you stole a baby and named him!” Alex said in disbelief.

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line before Alex burst out laughing. His laugh filled her ear before she heard him get a little further away as he had taken the phone away from his ear. Jo bit her lip as she looked down at the little blanket. She knew Alex would probably react like this and she wasn't surprised by his laughter. Still, it took a while for him to regain his breath again.

“You kidnapped a baby,” Alex said, still in the middle of his laughter and she could almost see him shake his head.

“I didn't kidnap him, I just didn't take him to the hospital right away,” Jo said, before her fist curled into the baby blanket as she felt her stomach start to cramp up.

“Babe, that's still kidnapping,” Alex said with a chuckle.

She didn't respond as the cramp carried on, and continued for a couple more seconds until it let up and she let out a breath as she sunk further into the couch.

“Jo, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just think I'm getting my period. I'm starting to get a couple of cramps.”

“The hot water bottle is in the closet with the pain meds. I'll pick up some tampons and bring home your favorite snacks. Does that sound good?” Alex said in a lighter tone and Jo smiled.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Jo said with a sigh as she got up to go grab the heat pad and figured she would get dinner as well.

“Well, if you have the urge to kidnap another baby, I might as well just put one in you,” Alex said and she could hear the smirk on his lips.

“We can talk about that once you get home,” Jo said, not giving him a definitive answer.

“So that's a yes,” Alex replied, with a bit of a chuckle.

“We'll see,” Jo said as she rolled her eyes. “Besides I'm getting my period so we'll have to wait two weeks anyway.”

“Well, you could still stop taking your birth control,” Alex said and she could almost hear his smug smile.

“I'm gonna go make dinner,” Jo said, grabbing the hot water bottle from the closet.

“Okay, I love you.”

“Love you too, you horny bastard.”

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Alex was thankful that he oiled the loft door before he left to visit his mom as it didn't make a sound when he came in that night. It was late and he had been traveling all day after his flight got rerouted to Denver. Then he had to wait another five hours for the next fight. He was exhausted and thankful to finally be home.

Alex had spent two weeks in Iowa helping his mom after a busted pipe flooded the basement. His mom had handled everything better than he expected as she was so frantic on the phone. Still, he suspected it was because she missed him and because his presence was calming to her.

He carefully put his bag down by the door and slipped out of his shoes, shrugging off his jacket as he looked around. It wasn't quite as the TV played some late-night soap drama that Jo loved. He figured she had fallen asleep on the couch like she always did, but the couch was empty with just blankets and a plate of food on the coffee table. Alex circled around to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers for him but grumbled when he found only an empty pot of what looked like mac and cheese. He rifled through the fridge, grabbing a cold slice of pizza before turning back to the bed. He was sure he would find her asleep on his side of the bed. She always slept on his side when he was away, but the bed was empty too. Alex looked around the loft again, it was completely empty, but signs that Jo was home were everywhere.

Finally, he called out for her. “Jo?”

“Alex?” Jo called back to him from the bathroom and he could hear the panic in her voice as he dropped the slice of pizza and rushed over to her. “Come quick!”

The bathroom door was ajar just a smidge and he pushed it open, prepared to run inside but he froze at the sight before him. Jo was sitting against the wall on the floor of the bathroom, half-naked with her legs spread out in front of her. She was dressed in one of his old t-shirts and it was stained with blood that also pooled in between her legs.

Cradled in Jo’s arms was a tiny pink baby, covered in vernix and fast asleep. The cord to the baby was cut and laid in between her legs as it disappeared back inside of her, telling him that she hadn't delivered the placenta yet. Alex could feel the blood drain from his face as his lips parted. Fear rose inside of him, especially with the blood in between her legs and the baby in her arms.

“I think I just had a baby,” Jo said in disbelief, her eyes wide as she looked up from the baby in her arms to stare at him.

#jo wilson #alex karev #grey's anatomy #jolex #otp: home and heart #grey's anatomy fanfic #my work #my writing #my fanfiction

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