#911VerseFic
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drench yourself in words unspoken
[26,184 words] [rated: teen and up] [romance novelist eddie au]
Romance is a lot easier to write about than it is to put into practice, and Eddie is the world’s most ridiculous living example of that. He can practically hear the kind of jokes that Shannon would make about it, if he ever told her about the books but - he didn’t. And somehow, probably just because he didn’t start writing until after they weren’t living together anymore, she never found out.
There’s actually only a handful of people in the world who know that Eddie is a writer - and more specifically, that he’s E. Diaz, one of the bestselling romance authors on the market.
or - the one where everything in canon is the same, except eddie diaz is secretly a bestselling romance author, and nobody knows. Yet.
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MR. AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE
chapter one: it isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference
[ch: 1/15 | 4.6k]
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When mysterious and talk of the town First Son Eddie Diaz and his tabloid assigned rival Prince Evan Buckley are pictured in an altercation, they must amend the incident by playing the part of friendship for social media. What Eddie finds is that the stuffy prince may not be so stuffy after all and helps him become more confident in his fatherhood and bring him his Shakespearean love story.
Or the Red White & Royal Blue AU that many people asked for.
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#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie#buddiefanfiction#911versefic#911#911fic#aj writes stuff#usermoonlight#userbuckleyhans#tuserksn#tusercourty#tuserzee#thatbuddie#userceecee#usersharky#usercombat#useroliii#useryb#tagnic#userweres#maathp#chap. 1
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My Tarlos fanfic Masterpost
It's been a while since I have posted my masterpost and there have been so many new people to the fandom... And some of you may not have read them yet... so here's some mostly spice for this long long hiatus.
I may or may not also just have found some unfinished wedding night smut I wrote right after the episode aired... maybe I should finish that ;)
Breathe, just breathe…
Chapters: 2/2, Words: 2875, Rating: G
This little story picks up right as TK wakes up from his coma and goes a little further than we have seen on the show. Mostly from Carlos' perspective. Just a little introspective of his feelings and a decision to talk later.
Both of them just need to breathe first... both literally and figuratively!
Regain Your Power
One Shot, Words: 7446, Rating: Explicit, Warning: BDSM, pure filth!
Set in 3x11, right after the Raging Bull scene.... Carlos needs to regain some of his power, so he slowly takes TK apart in the best way he knows.
This Thing Called Love
One Shot, Words: 2418, Rating: Explicit
“You’re not just saying yes so you can go back to sleep, right?” he quips, in an attempt to break them out of their serious moment and let their happiness take over.
“I mean maybe… maybe… but…” Carlos mumbles as he kisses him again and drags him back into bed, covering TK’s body with his own. This is where TK feels safest, the weight of Carlos’ body pressing him into the mattress, cocooning them in warmth, and protecting him from the world
- or the soft sex I imagined they had right after
To Make You Feel My Love
One Shot, Words: 2411, Rating: Explicit, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF
“You thought I wanted to fix you, but there’s nothing to fix because I already love everything about you”. TK looked at him a little skeptical. “I doubt you love everything.”
Carlos just placed a kiss on the tip of his nose and responded seriously “everything!”
He trailed little kisses from TK’s nose to his cheekbones and across his forehead.
“I love your mind!” he said, pressing a kiss to TK’s temple. “Even when it decides it’s a good idea to bring a flesh-eating lizard into our house.” As TK giggled over Carlos’s continued displeasure with their previous pet, Carlos continued his trail of kisses down TK’s neck and across his sternum.
or what if Carlos' phone had rung an hour later and he got to show TK just exactly how much he loves him
Satisfy you
One Shot, Words: 6076, Rating: Explicit
Inspired by this prompt on tumblr:
"Give me a fic where TK tells Carlos (or Carlos finds out somehow) that Alex wouldn’t let him cum almost all the time. Not in a bdsm way, but in a fucked up controlling way. So, naturally, Carlos (after a quick “this ok with you” convo) ties TK up and pulls as many from him as possible, leaving TK a whimpering, over stimulated in the best way, mess"
Or how I imagine TK and Carlos start that part of their relationship in my series (can be read alone though)
The Ghost of You
One Shot, Words: 1958, Rating: G
A few weeks after his mother's death, TK wakes up in the middle of the night feeling warm and comfortable.
And then he sees something he should not be seeing.
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let me be the one at day's end - T - 4.9K
TK/Carlos, Carlos & Andrea - 3x14 Coda/Deleted Scene, mother-son relationships, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of gun violence, anxious/worried carlos, established tarlos
How Carlos finds out about the shooting incident and the aftermath that follows.
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As far as summer days in Austin go, today is fairly close to perfect. The heat is holding steady at 95F with a decent humidity. It’s actually nice enough to be out at the farmer’s market. He was off his shift early enough to pick up his mom and head over to get some supplies for dinner.
Carlos sighs as his mother goes another round with the vendor over the price. “Ma, do you want the jicama or not?”
His mom tsks loudly and spears him with a look. “I’m just saying it’s highway robbery.”
“What are you gonna do? Report them to Dad?” Carlos asks her, amused.
His mother sends him her sweetest smile, the fake one, that’s beyond dangerous. “Why when I have a cop right here?”
The vendor’s eyes go wide and Carlos’s hisses, “Mama, stop.”
As proud of his job as he is, Carlos understands that for many people cops are a dangerous gambit. Especially people who look like his family and that of the vendor. Carlos hands over the cash and the jicama ends up in the bag with the other vegetables. “Thank you.”
As they move on, his mother weaves her arm through his, just like she would have done with his father.
“She could have gone lower.”
Carlos shakes his head with a laugh. “You got them for half-price, Ma.”
“The art of negotiation is lost on people these days.”
Carlos hums and pats her hand as they make their way through the market. They hit a few more vendors and his mother manages a few more discounts as she stocks up on microgreens his father will just complain about and yams. In the end, they’ve both collected enough for their respective dinners tonight and the rest of the week. Carlos pauses at the edge of the parking lot to fix the produce. He kneels to begin the reorganization.
“Thank you for being willing to take your old mama out to go shopping.”
Carlos looks up at her from where he’s rearranging the various produce items in the bags so nothing gets crushed. “You’re not old, Mama.”
Her hand runs over his hair as he bends again to finish making sure the microgreens are at the very top. “My baby is twenty-eight. I used to think I was very grown up at twenty-eight.”
“You were married and had Rosa and Lourdes,” Carlos says, invoking the names of his oldest sisters. He stands, lifting the bags again. He grins at his mother, very glad neither of them are anywhere near the farmers market. “I mean, they’re enough to make anyone feel old.”
She laughs, a warm and rich sound, and Carlos is greeted with a soft elbow in the side as she weaves her arm through his again. “Aye, that’s my line. So, how are things going?”
“Good,” Carlos answers, quick and reflexively.
His mother sighs deeply and brings her free hand to her forehead. “Dios mio, you’re just like your father.”
Her tongue clicks softly. “How is TK?”
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#tarlos fic#911 ls fic#911 lone star fic#tarlos#carlos reyes#tk strand#andrea reyes#tk/carlos#carlos & andrea#doublel27 writes#911 lone star#episode coda#911 lone star 3x14#911VerseFic#tuserlaney
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••• Just me and you and it feels right || tarlos
For: @tarlosweeklyprompts “Sexy time with Tarlos featuring sex toys” | Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 3568 | Warnings: Brat TK, Sexting, (kind of), M x M smut, anal fingering, anal sex, facials
Summary:TK is a brat.
Author's Note: This got away from me a bit but I enjoyed it. I hope you guys do too! Thank you Day for being my beta for this! You’re the best! Title from the song “Greenlight” by the Jonas Brothers because I couldn’t think of anything else.
for @bubblesandroses8 and @detective-giggles
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TK Strand is a brat.
That is just a fact and Carlos will and has argued it with people who don’t agree with him. Of course, not everyone was privy to seeing TK being a brat. Like right now, Carlos knew that he was the only one that was getting the most obscene and teasing photos sent to him while on shift. (Well, other people might also be getting sexy photos during work but nobody was getting sexy photos from TK - that was just Carlos.)
TK is a brat and he is too damn good at being one, especially when he wasn’t at work and Carlos was - which was rare these days now that they were engaged and building a life together. (They were able to, after a lot of begging, switching shifts and promising others to cover for them when they might need it, to get most of their shifts lined up so they could spend their days off together to plan the wedding and just enjoy each other.)
It’s one of those very few days where Carlos has to work and TK doesn’t. Days like this always seem to make TK be a little more bratty because he’s home alone and tends to have a lot of time on his hands - unless Carlos leaves him with things to do or TK has plans with one of their friends - and he uses that free time to be a menace to Carlos.
Carlos’ phone vibrates against his desk again and he has to hold back a groan as he reaches for it. He knows when he opens the text message from TK it’s going to be another punishment. Carlos could choose not to look at it, but he also enjoys it when TK’s a brat and teases him.
His thumb slides across the screen and he taps in his passcode, a silent curse leaving his lips as he looks at the most recent picture. TK is laying on his back, legs in the air as he tugs on - or off - a pair of cheetah print panties. Another one quickly follows, this one of TK laying on his stomach, naked, and looking back at the camera with a mischievous little smirk on his face.
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tags: @strangefurychaos @ronensass @sapphire11 @malexsoulmates @angeltk @noxsoulmate @sivan325 @beautifulhigh @welcometololaland @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @cowlos-reyes
#chaotic fics#tarlos#tarlosweeklyprompts#tk strand x carlos reyes#911 lone star fic#911VerseFic#911fanficblog#usercassi#bubblesandroses8#911 Lone Star#911 LS#tk strand#carlos reyes#tarlossource
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she has my name but not my face
A 911: Lone Star fic
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Chapter 2 - I Really Need a Mirror That’ll Come along and Tell Me That I’m Fine
Nancy struggles with facing reality during her hearing tests; everyone around her struggles with the fallout.
2/? chapters - 6,272 words - rated M - TW for internalized ableism, panic attacks
#911 ls#911 lone star#911 lone star fic#lone star#911 ls fic#911verse#911versefic#nancy gillian#mateo chavez#tk strand#tommy vega#carlos reyes#nanteo#tarlos#nancy x mateo#tk x carlos#brotp: tnt#hoh!nancy au#ableism tw#panic attack tw
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I’m so tired of being afraid
5.2k || ao3
Fear of loss drives everything he does these days. He’s not proud of it, but it is what it is.
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A 3x18 coda where TK confronts his grief and fears and tries to move forward in the face of them all.
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Fear of loss drives everything he does these days. He’s not proud of it, but it is what it is.
Which is why when he sees Carlos sitting at the kitchen counter calmly preparing his will, he maybe loses it a bit. But the thing about Carlos is that his boyfriend knows him better than anyone. So while they are having an argument about one thing, he knows they both know they are actually talking about something entirely different. Call it grief, call it trauma, but whatever the name it’s turned what should have been a calm morning into an argument full of sharp barbs and loaded words.
It’s just…the mere existence of Carlos and dying in the same thought is enough to send him into a tailspin. Carlos is the most important person in the world to him. He is his entire life. And TK has lost so much, and those wounds are still healing. Sometimes all it takes is a little pressure for them to rip open again and for ugly things to start spilling out.
“TK,” Carlos said firmly after a time, bringing their argument to a halt. When TK looked to him he nodded to the clock on the stove pointedly. “We should discuss this later,” he said, “you have a shift soon.”
Rule number one in their relationship: never leave for a shift angry, because you never knew what was going to happen when you walked out the door.
“You’re right,” TK agreed with a sigh, “I’m sorry.”
Carlos gave him a weak smile and stepped closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Promise me you’ll at least think about what I said?” he asked.
“I will,” TK promised, leaning forward to give Carlos a kiss of his own. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” his boyfriend murmured, holding him close. “Be safe.”
“You too,” TK told him pointedly, because the fear that had started this whole thing was still there. Carlos had a shift starting shortly after his own and somewhere along the way something happening to Carlos had become his biggest fear. There were days that he could hardly keep the lid on the fear that wanted to bubble up in his chest and insist that Carlos stay home, where it was safe.
But that wasn’t fair to Carlos, so all TK could do was trust him when he replied, “I will.”
Love and trust went hand in hand, after all.
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#911 lone star#911ls fic#tk strand#tarlos#tarlos fic#my writing#userbones#userkimmy#tuserpaige#tusersilence#tusersonia#userthai#reyesstrand#jazzyjess#911 lone star fic#911versefic
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melting into you
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Carlos brings a hand up to cup his cheek. “Did you really do that last night?”
“I really did that last night,” TK with a quiet giggle. “Did you really say yes?”
It’s his turn to laugh now as he glides his thumb over the delicate skin under his eye. “I really said yes.”
The look TK gives him makes his heart catch in his throat all over again, and Carlos has never been more grateful to not have a shift. Because now he’s tearing up once again, remembering TK’s hushed speech hours before the rest of the world woke up, wrapped in a heap of comforters and hands clasped tightly together between them. They were solid and steady words, and Carlos, he swears, has them tattooed on his heart forever, right next to “Breathe, breathe, breathe.”
An episode coda to 3.18
#911 ls fic#lone star fic#911 lone star fic#tarlos fic#my fic#my ls fic#can you tag people for fic? is that cool?#actuallysara#swearphil#lookpetal#911versefic#reyesstrand#is that cool? ok cool.
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Safe Comfort
Buddie | 800 Words | Rated G
Eddie plops down onto the couch in the firehouse loft, lying back and resting his head on Buck’s thigh. Buck startles a little and shifts his attention from whatever is on his phone screen.
“Hey, Eddie,” he says, his muscles relaxing under Eddie’s head. “Everything okay?”
Eddie sighs and closes his eyes. “I’m exhausted. Did I tell you our neighbor got a puppy?”
“Yeah, I saw the little guy yesterday. Winston, right?”
“Right,” Eddie says. He throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light even more before explaining, “Well, puppies don’t always sleep through the night, you know? And Winston was up at least five times last night. I could hear him crying through the wall. I know Penny comforted him every time because he would quiet down right away, but I barely slept.”
Eddie can feel Buck silently laughing at his misery. He moves his arm just long enough to glare up at Buck’s stupid, smirking face.
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My first prompt post for my 30 Tarlos prompt series. Originally this series was gonna be a month of tarlos stories but i ran ut of time and inspiration to get them written in time. But I'm hoping to upload one fic every Thursday. Some fics will be written by me and others will have a co-creator.
The first prompt sentence was requested by @xtltokio and i loved writing this one. it was so fun to write. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it.
Prompt: "Actually TK, he is my ex-boyfriend..."
Summary:
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Preview:
Staring from a distance Tk couldn’t believe his eyes. There was a tall, dark, handsome, brunette standing at the bar. Flirting with his Fiance. His fiance!!! No one should be flirting with his fiancé. ‘Carlos just show him your ring’ Tk thought to himself scowling.
Why is he laughing so damn hard, what is so funny, it’s not like he’s the funniest guy in Austin. Tk is still scowling when Carlos turns around saying something to Tall dark and handsome, pointing towards Tk.
Carlos raises his eyebrow noticing the look on Tk’s face before he says his goodbyes and walks over to Tk.
“You'll get stuck like that,” Carlos says as he approaches. Tk stared at him sarcastically.
“Seriously, your scowling like Lou got out of his tank again” Carlos Joked as he ran his fingers across Tk's eyebrows trying to help him relax.
“Shut up!!!, If you weren’t so damn fine and friendly to everyone you meet, they wouldn't all keep flirting with you”
#30 tarlos prompts fanfictions#emma writes#30 days of tarlos#30 days of tarlos fanfictions#911 lone star#tk strand#carlos reyes#tarlos#911ls#911 ls fic#911 lone star fic#tarlos fic rec#tarlos fic#tk x carlos#911versefic#911verseficrecs
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still a little unsteady
6.1k | A meditation on TK's recovery during/post 3x04.
(This is an old work but I've been feeling the dysautonomia recently and its the end of disability pride month, so instead of trying to do anything productive I thought I'd share my autonomic dysfunction fic here lol.)
TK held his hand under the water. When the water was hot enough- but not too hot- he stepped beneath the showerhead, into the stream.
Sweet relief.
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TK was home from hospital.
No more random wakeups to check this or that, no more tubes and wires, no more feeling of constant medical surveillance.
He was home.
And not back to his bedroom at his dad's house home. Not back to sleeping alone.
Now, he was in his dream loft home, moved back in with Carlos home, home in Carlos' arms.
He felt happy in a way he hadn't felt in months. Yes, he and Carlos- and he and Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, Mrs. Reyes in particular- had had to have some uncomfortable conversations, but at the bottom of those conversation was always his hand in Carlos', at the heart of those conversations, plans for a future together, and there was always, always, a feeling of love.
Like when he'd wake up each morning to Carlos' alarm, beside Carlos, giving him a kiss each morning before he left for work.
Like when he'd wake up from one of his (many) naps to the smell of Carlos cooking.
Like when he prepped Carlos' favourite post-work snacks, had them ready and waiting on the table by the couch, where he'd wait- and try and stay up to greet him when he got home.
Like when, after work, in the evenings, after catching up with one another about their respective days, he'd hold Carlos in his arms or Carlos would hold him, and they'd watch whatever game was on, if there was a game, or whatever was on, and if he drifted off, when he'd be awoken by Carlos' gentle voice, gentle kisses, Carlos' love.
TK was happier than he'd been in months. But he hated the fatigue, the weakness.
It wasn't that feeling weak and tired was a totally new experience for him- he had been in recovery for one thing or another enough times before- but it didn't make the frustration of dealing with a body that just wouldn't cooperate any easier.
He had always been an athlete. Strong, agile, capable, at least in terms of being able to rely on his body. Sports in school, then becoming a firefighter- TK could climb multiple flights of stairs carrying an extra 60 pounds of gear. If that wasn't fit, what was? He loved going to the gym, going for a run, all of it. He loved the focus of reps, the burn of a longer workout, loved the clarity that using his body, strengthening his body, being able to rely on his body brought him.
And now even something as simple as taking a shower felt like climbing Mount Everest.
He had been through the conditioning training- graduating from washcloth baths and help with hairwashing, to supervised sitting showers, to supervised standing showers, to showers with Carlos waiting just outside the door, in the next room- and now he had finally been cleared to shower on his own, even if Carlos was out of the house.
He was getting better, on all fronts, healing was slow but steady. Yes, he was still dealing with fatigue and tiredness, but he knew he was getting better.
That was a good thing, even if it was sometimes frustrating and a test of his patience.
But he still had to psych himself up for it. The cost of taking a shower- he always had to plan time for rest and recovery after- was still enough to give him pause whenever it was time for another one. And that was almost the hardest to deal with, that he was, afraid- afraid was the wrong word, but the anxiety was there- for something as simple and essential as a shower.
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#911versefic#911 ls#tk strand#happy disability pride month#ive been lying down all day#this was easier than trying to create a new post#but its also sth ive never done before so eek#i am proud of this fic tho#fi#my fic
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Hi! Can I request reasons to kiss: longing
if it sparks anything, thank you ✨
so uh kaslmfd it certainly did spark something!!! my brain took the word longing a little too seriously and. here we are. i'm so sorry kllksadmf, but thank you for the wonderful prompt <3
you come back with gravity
[15.6k words] [rated: mature] [childhood friends au]
The first time that Eddie realizes with a startling clarity that he wants to kiss Buck, he’s 15 years old.
They’re laying out in the grass together, squinting up into the stars. They do this almost every night - it isn’t the first time, and Eddie’s sure even then that it’s far from the last.
Buck hates to be in his own house. He used to throw pebbles at Eddie’s window every night and beg him to come down or let him in, until one time Eddie’s mom had heard the noise and come marching out into the yard.
She hadn’t seen it was Buck, because he’d managed to duck under the porch, and Eddie had bribed Sophia into covering for him by promising to do her chores for a week. Sophia had lied and said it was probably some boy from her class bothering her on purpose, and their mom laid off, for the most part.
After that - Eddie had proposed a compromise. He’d sneak out, too, and he and Buck could meet in the middle at the small, grassy park between their houses.
It’s Eddie’s smallest possible act of rebellion, and the only one he seems to be able to manage. He can’t talk back to his father, he can’t seem to wriggle his way out of going to church - but he can climb out through the window, tiptoe into the park, and lay down in the grass beside his best friend, their elbows bumping when they both put their arms behind their head.
Every night, they stay until their eyes start to fall shut, until Buck’s voice is just a sleepy mumble. If he dozes off in the grass, Eddie shakes him awake and shoves him off back towards his house, watching until he’s made it all the way back up to the window.
The night he realizes doesn’t seem any different. The stars are bright, and Buck’s arm is warm, and the grass beneath them is dry and a little bit itchy. Buck sighs, and tips his head back, and Eddie turns to look at him.
In the moonlight, Buck looks like something out of a painting. The thought squirms to the top of Eddie’s brain, and he can’t seem to shake it. It’s an odd thought to have about his best friend, with his shaggy hair and his snub nose and the scrape that Eddie can still see on the underside of his chin.
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i’m gonna tag just the like small handful of people who seemed interested in the snippets of this so: @colonoscopys @hetrez @gayeddieagenda @spaceprincessem @iinryer @honeyeddie @fallingthorns blows all of u a kiss. anyways.
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DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IT'S GONNA TAKE TO FEEL OKAY
[500 words | post season 2]
a/n: i know I said rwrb is next, and it is but this is a little tumblr exclusive because i was in my feels after seeing this gifset, and yeah this happened. title from the best day by taylor swift. for @panicatthediaz- happy birthday ty dear <3
FATHER'S DAY 2019
Eddie stares down at the mug on the table. He’s almost too scared to touch it.
Christopher had been so excited when he had offered him the gift bag, haphazardly packed with tissue. A carefully hand drawn card tucked inside of it.
When he had carefully unwrapped the mug inside,he swallowed past the lump in his throat as he read the words:
WORLD’S BEST DAD
Chris had excitedly told him how he and Buck had ordered it on one of the days they spent together while he was at work.
And that some how made it worse.
Buck let Chris think that. Worse, Buck believed it too.
Eddie had once seen one of these that had WORLD’S OKAYEST DAD emblazoned on it, and he’s not even sure if that’s appropriate.
He’s still staring at it when his phone buzzes on the table.
Buck’s name flashing across the screen. He answers because he knows Buck won’t give up until he does.
“Everything okay?” he asks upon bringing the phone up to his ear.
“God you are such a dad,” Buck replies, and he can hear the smile.
“That didn’t answer my question, Buck. You aren’t stuck in the bathtub again are you?”
“No, no. I’m fine. Just calling to make sure Chris got your present to you.”
He swallows again. And stays silent.
“Is everything okay with you?” Buck asks after the silence stretches just shy of too long.
“I just- I just want to know why?” he settles on.
“Why what Eddie?”
He can tell it’s genuine, not in the dumbstruck way that Buck does sometimes, but filled with curiosity and concern.
“Why would you buy that for him, to give to me?” he finally gets out and immediately bites his lip, “I mean world’s best dad, really?”
“Eddie-”
“At least get me one that has some truth to it,” he quietly snaps.
“Eddie we did!”
“Buck-”
“Eddie, are you telling me you don’t think that you are even the slightest bit of a good father?”
“Well it’s true.”
He hears Buck take a breath and most likely adjust himself on his couch.
“ I let him get hurt, again.”
“Eddie, it isn’t your fault his mom died. You are without a doubt in my mind one of the best fathers I know. And I know about fathers that don’t try Eddie, and you do more than try, you succeed. And no parent gets it one hundred percent right, but you have gotten damn near close. And you love him unconditionally, and he loves you. In his eyes you are the best dad he could ever ask for.”
“I left him,” is all he can say next, because there is no refuting that. And Buck can’t deny the truth.
“What he remembers is that you came back.”
He rubs a hand over his face and looks at the mug again. And maybe he doesn’t believe it all. But he can accept that to Christopher, he is the world’s best dad.
#aj writes stuff#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911versefic#911fic#usermoonlight#tuserksn#tusercourty#tuserzee#thatbuddie#userceecee#usersharky#usercombat#useroliii#useryb#tagnic#userweres#bitchhans
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Satisfy You
IT IS FINALLY FINISHED!
I have been writing this damn One shot since August! I wrote half of it in one go and then several writers blocks hit along the way. it was painful!
This story was inspired by a post from @throwingselfoutwindow
"Give me a fic where TK tells Carlos (or Carlos finds out somehow) that Alex wouldn’t let him cum almost all the time. Not in a bdsm way, but in a fucked up controlling way. So, naturally, Carlos (after a quick “this ok with you” convo) ties TK up and pulls as many from him as possible, leaving TK a whimpering, over stimulated in the best way, mess"
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Or how I imagine TK and Carlos start that part of their relationship in my series (can be read alone though)
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all will be well if you stay
911 lone star/1102 words/ao3
After TK wakes up from his coma, Carlos and Andrea talk once again.
Big thank you to @snufflesandfluff for the request, this was a super fun project and a great into to writing for this fandom!
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He stayed as long as he could.
Once TK had opened his eyes, said those first few words, all Carlos wanted to do was hold his ex lover and never look back. So that's exactly what he did, holding TK's body desperately, trying to assure himself that it was real, that TK really was okay. The other man quickly fell unconscious again, but it was okay. Those few moments were okay. He was okay.
Carlos knew he had to get a doctor or nurse into the room, TK waking up at all was considered a medical miracle. That doesn't stop the disappointment Carlos felt as he pushed the red call button, knowing that once the nurses entered the room and were updated on TK's situation, he would be pushed out. Away from his love, who he had just reunited with after months. He gripped TK’s hand as a nurse ran panicked into the room. She saw Carlos’ relieved smile and tear filled nod, before leaving the room just as quickly as she’d entered. He continued to run his hands through TK’s hair, even as a mass of medical staff filled into their now cramped ICU room, Carlos managing one final kiss to his forehead before leaving the room as doctors and nurses surrounded TK’s bed.
He saw his mother standing by the window peeking into TK’s room, clutching a rosary with relief filled tears in her eyes. Carlos felt that same relief chorus through his body as he sagged into his mother's arms.
Andrea hugged her son tightly.
"Oh Carlitos, I told you it would all be okay."
And at his mother's warm, comforting voice, Carlos finally broke. One sob, followed by another until he was a mess, Andrea's embrace being the only thing keeping him together. She rubbed small circles into her son's back as he cried, whispering small reassurances in his ear.
After what seemed like hours but had really only been a few minutes, his sobs subsided, and Carlos slowly lifted his head up to meet his mother's concerned gaze.
“It’s a miracle, it has to be, he-he was just lying there and I-I thought he was gonna-”
Andrea shushed him softly.
“Breathe, Carlos. I know, your boy will be okay. He’s strong, you know that.”
Carlos could feel the tears still streaming down his cheeks as he nodded.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
His mother smiled through her own tears as she looked at her son.
“All you can do, my son. Take care of yourself, and be there for him as he recovers, and once he’s better, you two will have a serious talk. You know I’m not afraid to give your boy my own talking to, no matter how much I love TK.”
"But, mama," Carlos cried, "what if he doesn't want me? He's already left me once, why am I even assuming he wants me here?"
"Oh mijo," she spoke kindly, "you can't worry yourself with what will come next. You just have to help that boy as long as he will take it, the next steps can wait until you're both ready. He wants you here, you saw how he was when he woke up, even for those few moments. He recognized you were here, and he was glad."
Finally, a small, hesitant smile appeared on Carlos’ face. He opened his mouth to say something, but the door to TK’s door opened as TK’s head doctor, Dr. Patel, stepped out. Immediately, Carlos turned to her, anticipating news on TK's recovery. At Dr. Patel's smile, Carlos slumped with pure relief.
"That boy is a fighter," the doctor began, a shocked look on her face, "I'm not sure how he did it, but it looks like he's out of the woods after all. He’s looking to make a full recovery, somehow."
Carlos couldn't help but grin. That was his TK, always a fighter. As happy as he was that TK would be okay, he wanted to truly see it for himself, not just hearing it from someone else.
"Would it be okay if I- I mean, could I go in and-"
"Of course, you don't need to ask.” she gave Carlos a warm smile, ”Give him the company he needs, and don't hesitate to call if you need something. Make sure you're taking care of yourself too."
Carlos nodded and the doctor continued down the hallway. He took a step forward, before hesitating and turning back to his mother.
"Is it okay if I-" He began.
“Go on,” Andrea said with a smile, “go see your boy. Tell him I say hi.”
With a grateful look, Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room.
Knowing TK would be okay didn't stop the fear and uneasiness Carlos felt seeing him set up to all those wires and lines. He looked so small on the bed, and that feeling of fear never went away, no matter how many times Carlos had seen him there. He moved towards TK's bedside, watching the man slowly open his eyes.
"Hey, baby," TK said once again, voice scratchy and quiet from disuse. It was the nicest sound Carlos had ever heard.
"Hey, Tiger. How're you feeling?"
TK just leveled him with a stare that made Carlos feel like everything was normal. Like he wasn't sitting with his ex in the ICU after that very ex had been fighting hypothermia mere hours before. It felt like before, when they were TK and Carlos, love birds joined at the hip, who were sure to last forever. Now, Carlos didn't know what they were.
Doubts began to fill his mind once more, telling him TK didn't want him there, TK was the one who left, why in the world would he want to see Carlos? He's just confused, that must be it, he doesn't remember the state of disrepair their relationship is in, otherwise he'd tell Carlos to leave the second-
"Breathe, Carlos."
He looked up at TK's tired eyes, not even realizing he'd been spiraling to the point it was noticeable to an outsider, especially one as out of it as TK. He offered a shaky smile at the man, who returned it.
"I'm so sorry," TK spoke before Carlos could say anything, though be could see the pure exhaustion all over TK's body as he tried to talk, "I never should have left, and to do that to you I can't even-"
"Shh, it's okay, cariño" Carlos cut him off, running a hand through his hair to lull TK back to sleep, "I'll stay as long as you'll let me."
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finding the sun in a world of shadows
Prompt: For this weeks @tarlosweeklyprompts prompt “TK wipes the sweat from his brow as he looks around the field and listens. He's sure he heard something, a voice, but with how long he had been working out in the field it could have just been his imagination. He turns back to his work and is ready to push the thought from his mind when he hears it again. This time louder and more close.
"Help!"”
Pairing: Tarlos | Rating: Mature | Warnings: apocalypse au, vampires, NOT A COVID FIC, mild violence, (in later chapters) (more warnings may be added as fic goes on)
Summary: In a post-apocalyptical world, two lost souls find each other.
Author's Note: I'm actually really excited to write this fic. I've never written anything like this and it's been fun to start to build this world. Thank you to @noxsoulmate for being my beta and allowing me to sound board. Thank you to @sapphire11 also for hearing out my various ideas. Comments are always appreciated!
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Gravel crunches under his feet as he makes his way down the path as slowly and carefully as he can. He hates the sound of the rocks, knowing that they were loud enough to give away his position if anything was nearby; but the path is safer than the surrounding woods.
He scans the area, listening intently for any sound that would be out of place. He hates when he has to travel away from home because the area that surrounds his farm is thick with trees that hide an array of horrors.
Crack!
The snap of a twig stops him instantly, and slowly he turns in his spot, scanning everything around him. He doesn’t see anything out of place, but still, the sound has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and his heartbeat coming just a little faster. He waits for a long few moments, wondering if this would be the day that he finally runs out of luck and would lose it all.
Nothing happens and after a few more moments he’s able to start his journey again.
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