#He loves his tiny cup and his big Carlos

[carlos-in-glasses]

Following my post about Carlos' shoulders when he's feeling sexy vs scared, I would like to present:

TK's hands when he's feeling sexy:

And TK's hands when he's feeling cute as a button:

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Possessive

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut, smut and pure smut!

Y/N's pov

"Come here." Carlos says through gritted teeth tightly clenching his jaw as he pulled me inside his driver's room.

"Carlos loosen your grip, you're hurting me." I resent, but he quickly cuts me off by cupping my cheeks and hungrily pressing his lips on mine.

"You're driving me insane." He says leaving passionate kisses against my neck. "I saw how others were looking at you and I can not take it." I moan quietly as he tightly grabs my waist and presses me against him.

"Feel this?" He says sliding my hand down his body and pressing it on his rock hard crotch. "It's just for you. You make me so fucking hard. I can't stand anybody looking at you and thinking they can have you the way I can." He quickly moves his hands up squeezing my boobs and sucking on the skin just below my collarbones making sure to leave marks.

"Mhm, does it make you angry that maybe someone else wants to fuck me? That someone else is thinking about what I taste like?"I look up at him with an innocent look and doe eyes while stroking him through his suit. My words arouse his possessive side even more, they make him go feral and as a punishment for me saying them a hard and harsh slap lands across my butt making me wince.

"You're lucky I didn't pull up your already too short dress and fucked you in front of them. And believe me, I barely refrained myself from doing so." He grips my hair and forcefully pushes his tongue inside my mouth.

"And by the way, about that dress, I have no fucking idea how I let you out of the house wearing that in the first place, but as soon as we get home, I'm going to rip it apart." As rough as he can be, I fucking love this side of him. When he's hungry for me, when he wants me so much that he can't hold back, I love it when he bursts with jealousy when someone looks at me. His possessiveness can be too much at times, but it has me weak and makes my legs shake in a matter of seconds.

His hand finds its way to my panties taking the thin damp material between his fingers and pulling it up. I whimper squinting my eyes as my folds suck them in adding pressure to my already throbbing clit.

"Carlos..ahh, fuck.."

"Oh, you like that? So fucking wet for me, I bet I could make you cum just by doing this, yeah?" He smirks attaching his lips to my neck. "If I wasn't this hard, I'd leave you dripping like this for not behaving right."

"Carlos, please.." The ache between my legs intensifies, I almost forget we're in his driver's room and that anybody could knock on the door and hear me panting and whimpering beneath him.

"You don't have to beg baby, I'm gonna fuck you either way even though you didn't deserve it." He pulls his suit down along with his boxers freeing his erection that sprung off hitting his lower stomach. After all this time we've been together, his size never fails to amaze me again and again. I wrap my tiny hand around his shaft stroking him a few times up and down feeling the precum already slowly leaking from his red tip.

"You're gonna be a good girl now and let me fuck you, yeah?" I eagerly nod my head desperately waiting for him to push himself into me. Fulfilling my wish, he glides his cock over my folds tapping my clit with his tip a few times before he positions his cock at my center.

"You ready hermosa? You ready to take my cock?" He hisses as he enters me without giving me time to adjust to him but aggressively starts thrusting into me. His hand lifts up my left leg making me wrap it around his waist and my back hit the wall with his every thrust.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so big, fuck.." I whine knowing how much he likes to be praised for his size. He has been jealous from the first day we started dating, but deep down he always knew that he's the best I ever had in every way there is.

"Yeah? Can you feel me here, in your stomach? Feel how hard I am inside of you. Only this cock is yours, you know that right?" He groans into my ear. "C'mon baby, let everyone know who gets to fill you up every day, let them hear who you belong to." I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming as I feel myself getting close.

"I'm all yours, only yours." I pant as he kisses me tugging on my bottom lip.

"That's right baby. Taking me so well and deep like always. Are you close? You gonna cream around me?"

"Yes,-uh, yess.." I arch my back against the wall as I reach my climax making a hot mess on him. Clenching around his cock my legs start to tremble by overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

"Oh fuckk..." Seeing me shiver and fall apart in his strong arms does something to him, his thrust become sloppy and soon he spills his cum inside of me pushing himself as deep as he can go.

I put my hands on his cheeks and he leans in for a now slow tender and loving kiss moving my hair out of my face. "You did so good hermosa. Te amo." He says exhaling in short breaths.

"I love you." I smile leaning my forehead against his chest still trying to regain strength in my legs. He hisses at the sight of his cum dripping down my thighs as he pulls his cock out of me.

"Now you're gonna go with me to my garage. Don't you dare move out of there until the race is over and I come back."

[navstuffs]

Your (ex)boyfriend's neighbor

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x F!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend cheats and breaks up with you, and you find solace in his neighbor's arms.

Warnings: SMUT SO MINORS DNI, porn with plot, carlos is brazilian in my fics, mention of cheating (not between the main pairing), carlos is taller than reader, p in v, masturbation (f), exhibition, some possessive!carlos, tiny cockwarmimg

Author's Notes: hiii! finally, finally i have a fic for my boy carlos prepared. fun fact: the cat carlos has/had is named after a character from a kid's comics in brazil: a boy named cascão who simply HATES water! all credits for the image go to @rysanf who so kindly let me use it their image, thank you so much! check their blog they have the BEST pictures (i mean it)! enjoy your reading!!

You slam the door of your boyfriend's apartment, tears flowing down your eyes. How could he? After years and years of commitment and promises of eternal love? For you get dumped just like that? You are furious, the ring on your finger burning against your skin. You have to get it out. You pull it and throw as far away as possible, almost hitting Carlos Oliveira returning home.

"Oh, sorry, Carlos, sorry!" You murmur as he looks at you, tears falling down your eyes. 

"You okay?" Carlos asks, worried. You shake your head, looking down at your feet, sniffling.

Carlos ponders for a moment before opening the door of his apartment. You think he will leave you alone, but he keeps the door open, motioning with his head for you to come in.

-x-

It doesn't take a genius to figure out you broke up with your boyfriend, especially for Carlos Oliveira, who almost got hit by your ring; Carlos never liked your boyfriend that much. He never treated Carlos wrong or anything, but something didn't sit right for him.

It could have been with the fact that on the day your ex moved to the building, Carlos watched you carry a heavy box while your ex carried a much lighter one. Not wanting to jump to any conclusions, Carlos immediately offered you two help, and your eyes went from his muscular arm before looking at his face and thanking him. 

Your ex never liked how comfortable you were with Carlos, but you used to tell him that was nothing to worry about. Because, well, there really wasn't. You would never have cheated on your boyfriend, and Carlos was way out of your league.

That didn't stop you from secretly admiring Carlos. Since your first meeting, the electricity pierced your veins when you accidentally bumped into or touched each other. There was a particular tension even when you two crossed eyes, but nothing you would act on it. 

Today is different.

You enter Carlos's apartment, and he closes the door. You are furious, angry, upset and confused. You sigh, looking around. It is your first time in Carlos's apartment: it is definitely not what you imagined. It is much more comfortable and full of light. You instantly feel safe and much calmer there.

"You want some water?" Carlos's voice comes from the kitchen, and you answer a distracted yes, your eyes wandering around his living room, stopping by his bookshelf.

There are a few pictures in there: one of a much younger Carlos with an older woman, both smiling, which you judged to be his grandmother. Another one of a big black cat with green eyes, which makes you smile.

"I see you found Cascão's picture."

Carlos is at your side, offering you a cup of water. You thank him, drinking it in a few gulps. 

"You have a cool place," You tell him as you are done. The cold water feels good against your throat. "Not what I would have imagined, anyway."

"Not as manly?" Carlos teases, and you shake your head, embarrassed. He chuckles. "Don't worry, I get that a lot. Not what you would imagine from a guy like me."

Carlos and you cross stares as he finishes saying this, and a chill goes down your spine. The tension is palpable in the air, especially after you notice Carlos probably just came from the gym: his hair is wet, some droplets in his dark jacket. Your eyes go down to his gray pants, and you are gulping. You shake your head, placing the cup on his bookshelf before you mumble an apology and move to the exit. Carlos holds gently into your arm, his dark eyes scanning your expression.

"You didn't tell me what happened," Carlos whispers, his tone so soft and caring that your legs turn into jelly.

You should leave now, you think. You should leave before you commit some sort of mistake with Carlos. Ignore that he is also breathing rapidly, his dark eyes focused on your lips. Ignore your heart beating fast against your chest and your body screaming to kiss him.

But that's what you do. You kiss him, and Carlos doesn't open his mouth back when you lock your lips with his. You separate, thinking you screwed up.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have—" You start before Carlos holds into your shoulders, scanning if you are serious.

"No," Carlos answers, his eyes focused on you. "But do you want this?"

You nod. You have never been more sure of something in your entire life.

-x-

You are in Carlos's bed in no time. You know you want this: you have wanted this since the first time you saw him. Carlos kisses your neck brings you back to the present as he takes the last piece of your clothing, your panties.

If you knew you would be in Carlos's bed, you would have worn something more sexy. He doesn't seem to mind your cringy comfortable pair of panties, no, his eyes are full of desire from the top of your head to your toes. He is engraving you on his mind, taking you all in. You are much, much more beautiful than he imagined; how many times has he touched himself and fantasized about you spread like that in his bed?

"Are you still sure about this? Last chance."

"I want you, Carlos. Always had."

Your confession seems to awaken something in him, and Carlos doesn't have to hear more. He shoves two fingers inside your wet cunt, making your back arch. Your hands look for him, anything you can hold, as Carlos fingers you, keeping a steady pace. Carlos watches, fascinated by your pleasure expressions as you bite your lips down. 

This is much better than any fantasy he had.

When Carlos finally, finally hits your pleasure point, his thumb focusing on your clit, you place your hands over your mouth so you don't scream. That's when Carlos realizes: he left his window open, so enchanted with you that he was, curtains and everything. A window right in front of your ex's bedroom. He motions to get up and close, but you hold into him, shaking your head.

"As you wish."

You are so close now, so close. But you don't want to cum without him, but it has been so long since your last orgasm. You try to move away from Carlos to signal you are about to cum, but he keeps you there, his movements much faster now. When you finally cum, your toes curl as your entire body shakes.

Carlos waits for you to recover, your breasts coming up and down. You look at him, drunk with your orgasm, as Carlos finally starts to undress, his eyes never losing contact with yours. Now it is your time to be left speechless: Carlos's body is built like a freaking Greek God or a statue to represent the peak of a male body. Your eyes wander from his toned hairy chest down, his arm, his abs, and his pubic hair. Your eyes widen slightly when you stop by his dick, and you wonder if you will survive tonight. Carlos wants to be gentle, he really wants to, but you bring something feral inside of him.

He needs to have you.

"Ready?" Carlos asks, and you gulp, nodding.

Carlos enters you slowly, groaning, feeling you squeezing down on him. It had also been too long for him: with his line of work, he was allowed a quickie here and maybe his hand at some night. Carlos knows he isn't going to last, not with your pussy squeezing him down so deliciously. You are perfect, made for him. His eyes roll in his head, and he needs a moment inside you to calm down and control himself.

"You are so tight. So warm," Carlos declares, his voice soft.

You can only bite your lips in response, your legs locking around his hips as your arms hold into his back. You need to hold onto something so you don't lose your mind. Before Carlos can start moving, he has a sudden idea.

"Hold tight onto me," He whispers in your ear.

You don't even care what he is about to do, Carlos could do anything with you at this point.

Carlos lifts you from the bed, and you hide your face into his neck, inhaling his smell. Carlos carries you near the wall close to his open window. Your back welcomes the coldness of the wall until he starts moving, poking directly into your cervix. You sob, attempting to keep your voice down.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me." Carlos demands, and you open your eyes to find his staring directly at you: full of passion and lust. "Do not hold back. I want to hear you," Another thrust, making you wince with pleasure. "I want this whole building to hear you."

His hands go to your ass, keeping you steady as he snaps, his balls slapping against your ass. The way Carlos is gazing at you should give you an orgasm alone. It has gotten too much, and your voice comes out loud with every thrust. You scream his name, scream "Harder and faster!" You don't care anymore if the whole building can hear you. You want them to hear.

"That is it... let it all out," Carlos whispers in your ear, satisfied, biting your neck.

You both won't last, and Carlos's thrusts become even more erratic. You pull his hair, moaning incoherent things, when finally, the pressure into your core becomes too much, and you cum, screaming Carlos's name so loud you wouldn't be surprised an innocent bystander by the street could hear you.

"That is it, that is my good girl," Carlos whispers as he gives one final thrust before cumming himself. He grunts, his seed filling your walls, and he hides the face on your neck, giving one final bite.

Carlos slowly pulls away from you, a small, proud smile on his face as he sees small spasms in your body, a satisfied smile on your lips. He carries you into bed, placing you there gently, and when Carlos looks up, he thinks he sees a shadow in your ex's window.

Carlos can't help but smile, closing his curtains before joining you in bed. You seem awake now, and you look embarrassed. Breathless but embarrassed. You look adorable, Carlos thinks.

"You okay? Need water?" Carlos asks, lying at your side. He rests his head on his arm and places his arms around your stomach.

"Yeah. I am fine." Your eyes can't meet his. Carlos is worried you regretted this. He doesn't want to ask, but he decides to joke, "Regretting this already?"

"N-no! No!" You seem shocked, shaking your head. "No! I just- it is complicated."

"I get it. You just broke up with your boyfriend. Things aren't supposed to be easy..."

You sigh, staring into his attentive eyes.

"I don't want you to feel like I have used you, Carlos."

"If that is how it is, I can always be used by you. You call, and I answer." Carlos giggles, content you don't regret him.

"Of course you would," You laugh back, hitting light on his arm.

"I mean, I could invite you to dinner if you want. To make you feel less guilty," Carlos says, the teasing tone disappearing as he looks serious in your direction. You play with the hair on his arms, thinking.

"I would like that," You admit, a warm fuzzy feeling installs on his chest.

"Good."

Carlos kisses you on top of your forehead before nuzzling at your side. Not even five minutes pass until he falls asleep, and you watch him, his expression calm. You smile, closing your eyes. 

[leonw4nter]

Hi! I love your works sm and have a silly little idea.. Maybe planning and having a wedding with leon? Like im seeing you in your dress for the first time, choosing flowers, the rings, and having all of your friends/family at your wedding etc? Just little headcannons about it would be super cute!!!

DI!Leon Headcanons on planning + having a wedding…

RE:DI!Leon x F!Reader

Leon was supposed to propose to you during an out-of-the-country trip to Switzerland but unfortunately, he left the ring behind and had to secretly beat himself up over it. One beautiful evening, after you and him had just gotten home from the orchestra, he fished the tiny velvet box from his pocket and got down on one knee, too overcome by nerves to remember the speech he swore he memorized and too much in love to stall the question.

“You’re the last person I’d want to lose and the first person I’d think of growing old with. Y/N, will you marry me?”. In the end, he got the most unforgettable ‘yes’ he’s ever heard from you.

The wedding planning took 12 months, enough time to plan the wedding straight out of your dreams. He made sure to make the occasion magical, ensuring that the wedding is fit for a goddess amongst women (in his humble opinion). The wedding rings you and Leon agreed on were perfect, eager for the day that you two will finally have them on forever and ever, the rings facing wear and tears as you go gray and feeble with him.

Everyone saw your wedding dress before your wedding day– everyone but Leon. As soon as the large doors opened up and revealed you, Leon could no longer stop the tears flowing down his cheeks– you were so beautiful and breathtaking and it was as if veiled light itself was walking down the aisle. He was unable to keep his gaze to the front, head tilting to admire you every second. “You look so beautiful,” he excitedly whispered. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you.”

Since you and him agreed on a wedding color scheme of black, different shades of pink, and varying shades of warm white, the flowers you had for your bridal bouquet also followed that scheme, the flowers being cashmere anemones; white and baby pink tulips; vanda orchids; white limonium flowers, and white mink proteas. Everyone else also wore their dresses and suits in pinks and black; Chris opted for a sleek black turtleneck and blazer with a pink flower pinned to his breast pocket. Most of the women in attendance at your wedding opted to wear pink, with the men opting for black. Everyone was buzzing with excitement in their placements: Rebecca and Claire making joking bets that whoever cries first will pay up; Jill and Hunnigan were talking about how pretty you will look; Ethan and Chris were hyping Leon up since the groom was nervous but nevertheless excited; Piers and Carlos were talking about how good everything looks and how magical the air feels.

When the priest said “you may now kiss the bride”, Leon took a small step closer to you, gently lifting the veil that covered your face. He did everything slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment and commit every single detail– the sparkle in your eyes, the music in the background, and how everyone and everything else seemed to be a blur of colors except for the glowing bride in front of him. As soon as he removed the veil from your face, he took a few moments to admire you and pepper you with sincere compliments. He placed his left hand on your waist while his right gently cupped your cheek, big hands handling you with so much caution as if you were made of porcelain. He leans in and presses the gentlest, softest, most tender kiss ever, a small spreading on his lips when it really sinks in that he finally gets to call you his wife.

You and Leon had your first dance somewhere private since you wanted it to be a moment only you and him will share so after the first dance, you and him walk back to the reception hand-in-hand with the brightest smiles. The ring looked amazing on both your hands and Leon couldn’t stop to admire your hand. “You’ve got a ring like mine too, you know,” you’d softly tell him. “I know. It looks better with you though,” he’d respond sweetly before kissing the back of your hand. For the bouquet toss, you decided to use an exact replica of your bouquet since you wanted to keep your flowers in your own home; Rebecca ended up catching your bouquet, much to everyone’s surprise. She happily swung it around, showing it off to everyone, before walking with a happy sway of her hips towards her boyfriend Billy, which made Billy chuckle before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

You and Leon left early, waving everyone good night and good bye as you got in the bridal car that would take you to the hotel you were going to stay in. Since Chris was sober and had already volunteered to drive you to the hotel, he also left the party early. As soon as you two were out of the reception, it was immediately all kisses and giggles and I love yous muttered. Chris had to look you two through the rear-view mirror and say “I’m still here. You’ve got a room for all that when we get there.”

Married life won’t be all smooth sailing and conflicts are unavoidable but in facing and resolving those conflicts together, you will discover just how strong your commitment to each other is.

NOTE - TYSMM to the anon that requested this, I know I took long before I finally got to answer it but I hope it was worth the wait (despite this drabble being shorter than usual) <33 Currently craving ramyeon and mushrooms and seafood... naw but eating noodles late at night?? TOP TIER EXPERIENCE. Kinda stressing rn since one of my groupmates can't do their part on our research paper and it's getting on my last nerve BECAUSE I GAVE US SO MUCH TIME GIRLIE PLEASE 😭😭🙏🙏 Anyways, let's hope that I passed my entrance exams and the exams I took last week bc my grades cannot take another beating 🕯️TYSM for reading my fics, I <33333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!

The hanging star divider is made by @benkeibear , the images are colored by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[emsprovisions]

❄️ Day 22 - Too Much Holiday Cheer ❄️

🎁 Today's fic is dedicated to @everlastingday!

Summary: When Carlos leaves the Reyes Nochebuena festivities quite a bit drunk, his husband happily takes care of him.

Word count: 835

I am so sorry yesterday's is late! Two drabbles will be posted today! Also, the entire Advent collection will be posted to ao3 on Christmas day :)

24 Days of Tarlos Masterpost

Carlos is giggly as TK walks him out to the car, having already snagged the keys to the Camaro from his husband’s jacket before he helped Carlos into it. TK eases his drunk husband into the passenger seat and moves around to the driver’s side. He’s already loaded the leftover food and their gifts into the back and they’ve both said their goodbyes, and TK is ready to take Carlos home.

“TK?” Carlos has his head turned against the headrest, still giggling a bit, his eyes half-closed. 

“Yes, my love?”

“I looooove you,” Carlos responds. “You’re so nice and funny.”

“I’m funny?” TK can’t help the laugh that escapes as he glances over at Carlos as he drives. 

“Hilarious!” Carlos giggles. “And you’re so hot. I can’t believe I’ve got the hottest husband in the world.”

“Oh, no, baby, I’ve got a pretty hot husband,” TK purrs, his eyes back on the road, smiling in amusement. 

”You’re married!?”

TK laughs, “To you, babe.”

Carlos reaches across the center console and grabs TK’s arm. TK easily spreads his hand across Carlos’s lap as he clings to him. 

“Mine,” Carlos says, a bit of bite to his voice like he’s fighting someone for TK’s hand. “…TK?”

“Mhmm?”

“Is the car spinning?”

“No, baby, try and close your eyes,” TK urges. He hands Carlos his insulated water bottle from the cup holder. “Sip on this.”

Inwardly, he’s cursing Tío Raúl for putting so much rum into the ponche navideño for Nochebuena tonight. 

Carlos takes a few sips of water before just closing his eyes and clinging to TK’s arm. The drive feels like it lasts forever but they finally make it home, and TK makes it a priority to get Carlos upstairs and into the loft before he grabs the things from the trunk.

He pulls Carlos by the arm into the elevator, and Carlos staggers into him and laughs, dropping his head to TK’s shoulder. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” TK smiles, scratching at the base of Carlos’s head as he complains about the elevator spinning. “Shh, shh, please don’t throw up in the elevator.”

Once they make it inside, TK guides Carlos into their bedroom to start undressing him to get him into pajamas.

“Excuse me!” Carlos swats at TK’s hands. “My husband would not like you taking my clothes off.”

TK can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “Babe, I am your husband.”

Carlos blinks his weary eyes and frowns, eyebrows scrunching like he’s thinking hard about something before he starts laughing. 

“I know that. I’m just messing wiffyew,” he slurs, reaching for TK to tug him closer. “TK, come snuggle me.”

TK cups Carlos’s face. “I will, baby. I just need to get you out of these clothes and get the rest of the stuff from the car. Do you think you can manage to take your contacts out or do you need help?”

“Ican do ‘t,” Carlos nods. “The room’s still spinning, TK.”

“I know, baby. I’m going to get you some more water too.” 

TK successfully gets Carlos out of his clothes and shoes and into something comfy to wear, before helping him to the bathroom, where TK watches as he removes his contacts, making sure he doesn’t stab his eye with his finger or need help or anything. Once Carlos’s glasses are on, TK smiles at him.

“Don’t you look cozy,” TK grins, rubbing Carlos’s shoulders. “Let’s get you into bed, big guy.”

Carlos flops onto TK’s pillow, since it’s closer to the bathroom, inching his way beneath the covers and pulling them over his head. He peeks out at TK with a tiny smile. TK just laughs, rubbing the top of Carlos’s head over the blanket. 

“Hi, baby, you doing okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m going to get you some water, alright?”

“Mhmm.”

TK grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and sets it on his own nightstand since that appears to be where Carlos has decided to sleep tonight. He rubs Carlos’s back over the blankets.

“Carlos, I’m going to go get our stuff from the car, try and drink some water while I’m gone.”

“Okay, TK.” 

TK drops a kiss to Carlos’s temple before he leaves, heading back through the door and down to the garage to make a couple of trips carrying food and gifts back upstairs. It’s normally just one trip with Carlos’s help, but TK doesn’t mind doing it by himself. 

By the time TK has brought everything up, and turned out the lights in the rest of the loft, he finds his husband passed out and snoring. He’s rolled over from lying on his stomach and is now splayed out across TK’s pillow, on his back and looking like a starfish, with his mouth gaping open.

TK just shakes his head and moves about their bedroom and bathroom, getting ready for bed. He hopes Carlos doesn’t have a horrible hangover in the morning, but he’ll be happy to take care of him even if he does.

[5516-minutes]

charlos ficlet of this art by @penaltyboxboxbox, i love the way you doodle them 🥺

"Charles... Sharl. Sharl, you need to, you need to suck--"

Charles doesn't hear Carlos, not really. Not with his focus stuck on how tiny the lighter looks gripped just so in Carlos' large hand, his other hairy palm cupped around the flame. Carlos likes to indulge him like this: he always offers Charles the greens first, will already have his fancy lighter out when it's Charles' turn to spark it for him. He'll spend a lazy afternoon in when they both have the day off, sharing cheat meals and kisses and occasionally, the kind of bliss found only in the smoke of sweet oblivion.

Charles makes the devastating mistake of looking up at his friend and teammate, perpetual rival and part time lover, and is struck by those big brown eyes and the gracious impatience in them. Helpless, he makes a noise.

Carlos huffs; it's nothing but fondness. "Ay, Charles, it's not going to light if you aren't doing anything. Here, give it to me."

He takes the bong from Charles' hands, nestles it in the crook of his leg. Thick brows crease in concentration; the haze of smoke and silence is broken momentarily by quiet bubbling, smoke swirling up inside red-tinted glass until Carlos pulls back to cap the open mouth with his palm. He offers it back to Charles. "Here."

Charles at this point is so baked that he takes the proffered bong and instead of taking a hit he leans into Carlos' space and kisses him deeply. Going from lazy to intense, Carlos always matching the tempo Charles wants to set.

Afterwards, when they're resting on top of the duvet with their shoes still on, Charles plants a cotton-mouthed kiss against Carlos' shoulder, ready for a nap. "You know, I might prefer the vape better."

[thebluestbluewords]

and soon it’ll be spring

testing out some character voices. Set in a vague future timeline, fandom-typical discussions of child abuse.

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Carlos hasn't seen his mother in years. Hasn't spoken to her since he left the isle. There's phones, and computers, and mail service to the isle, and sometimes the reception even works now, but he hasn't reached out. 

Evie sends letters to her mother sometimes. She addresses them to her old castle, encloses herbs and chocolate and eyeshadow. She doesn't read the responses that come back, but her mother sends them anyway, and Evie keeps sending her packages even though she can't bear to see whatever her mother has to say back to her. 

Carlos can't even do that. 

He's a bad son, probably. An ungrateful brat. Useless. Worthless. His mother could have drowned him as a baby, killed him like an unwanted puppy, and they'd all have been better off without the bother. He's been a bad son since he was born. Weak. A vulnerability. 

He breathes, keeps his voice steady. "Yup. That." 

Diego moves in a flurry of violent motion. He's facing away, towards the river, but Carlos still has to suppress the urge to flinch. Diego wears heavy boots, steel-toes even though he's never been in a real factory in his life, and every Isle kid's seen the damage they can do. 

The rock he kicked goes flying into the river. 

"Fuck." his cousin snaps. "Fuck! I remember that." 

Carlos can't laugh, but there's a sort of bubbling fear that's catching in his throat, and he can let some of it out. "Hah. Yeah. Um, I sort of — I cried a lot, that summer? It was hot and awful and you wouldn't come by the house, and I wasn't allowed to be at yours, so we started looking for a better hideout that year. D'you remember when Ivy found that place by the forest—" 

"—the one with the metal roof, where we got trapped by Kaa and you rigged a crossbow out of guitar strings." Diego finishes. "Fuck. I knew we found a new hideout that year, but I thought it was 'cause we got those drums for Sierra and couldn't keep them quiet down in the warehouse." 

Carlos shrugs. He's always been the little one, the tag-along. Diego's gang didn't tell him anything when he was a kid, and they still don't really talk. He's magicam friends with Sierra and Ivy, but Mia won't even accept his follow request. They didn't want him then, they don't want him now, and it's not even really a sore point anymore. He's got his own pack. No teenagers really want a little kid hanging around them, especially a kid who's already showing that he's a weak point.  "Might'a been. I dunno." 

"Nah, it was 'cause dad didn't want you hanging around the house anymore," Diego says firmly, shaking his head. "We found a new place so you'd have somewhere to go'n hide when your mom went ballistic. You were tiny, y'know."

It's sort of a logical leap, but sort of not.

 "I'm still short." Carlos points out. "You don't feel compelled to protect me now, right?" 

"Hah. Hah. Very funny, nerd." 

"I'm just saying—”He ducks the hand that shoots out to scrub his hair into a rat's nest. Score one for Isle kid instincts. "I'm say-ing," Carlos continues, undeterred. "That you didn't have to protect me back then. I could've taken care of myself." 

"You were a kid." 

"And you were what, twelve? Thirteen?" 

"Older," Diego says firmly. He's still looking out towards the water. "Old enough to protect my baby cousin." 

"Mom didn't kill me. I'm still here." 

Diego's arms are smooth and unmarked by the round cigarette burns that cover Carlos's arms, hands, chest, belly. Anywhere he was soft, she liked to burn. 

"She could've," Diego rasps out. "She almost did. I wasn't big enough to stop her."

"The spell—”

"FUCK THE SPELL." he shouts. Too loud. People are looking at them. People in Auradon love to stare and judge VKs, even when they're dressed just like anyone else in the city, but shouting was a reason to stare even back home. 

Diego notices, and drops his arms down, swinging the cup in his hand back and forth like a melting pendulum of coffee and sugar.  "Fuck it," he repeats, quieter. "If Auradon wanted us alive so bad, they should've put in the work themselves instead of relying on the barrier to keep bouncing us back." 

Carlos lifts one shoulder in agreement. He's pretty sure that the spell does a lot more than just keep them in their bodies, what with the healing factor and the way it won't kick you back in unless you've got a body to go back to, but it's a solid enough argument if you don't go into specifics. Claudine and the religious types at Dragon Hall had a whole rant on tap about how the barrier was being used to bounce their souls out of their path to heaven, so that they'd rejoin their bodies again and keep them alive even longer, but thinking about the concept of souls makes Carlos feel an emotion that Mal calls "stabbing" and Jay calls "a working bullshit sensor." Evie calls it "a rational emotional response to religious guilt-tripping bullshit", which sounds better than stabbing, but like, the point still stands that souls aren't real and listening to Claudine's lecture about them makes Carlos feel mostly doubtful, and also sort of like he's a shitty person. Which is probably the point of religion.

"S'not really bouncing," he says quietly, keeping his voice low and face turned down. People stare less if they're not obviously talking to each other, because Auradon has different standards for communication and watching VKs shout-talk directly at each other makes people stare. "It's not like we ever really die."

Diego levels a flat look at him. 

"Okay, yeah, they should've put more work into keeping us alive," Carlos agrees, because it's true. Auradon locked them up and threw away the key, and didn't even bother to check on their island of villains once they'd settled down from the initial bloodshed and power scrambles. "But the scientific basis for being bounced back into our bodies by the spell just isn't there. If they're using the barrier to trap our souls or whatever in an impenetrable bubble, then how're new souls getting in for the kids born on the Isle? If it's a true closed system it doesn't make sense. And I know--" He sucks in a breath before Diego can get a word in edgewise, because he knows. The souls aren't the point. The magic isn't even the point. "It doesn't matter how they're keeping us there so long as there's still kids starving and being killed on that rock. I know. But I can't push the wheels of government any faster, because I'm not the fucking king, or a representative, or anything. I'm a testimony at best,and it's not like being born on the Isle gives me the power to do anything about it."

Diego snorts. "Wow, you can't fix twenty years of systematic disenfranchisement on your own? Call the presses, my genius cousin can't fix something in five years that took twenty to break in the first place." 

The guilt that lives in the place where other people keep their feelings swirls up in Carlos's chest again. "I could've tried." 

"In between what, surviving high school? Petitioning the king to listen to us? 'Cause it seems like we're a lot further than we'd've been without your crew's work." 

"I built a machine to break the barrier," Carlos tells the river. "Back home. Before we left. It nearly worked." 

Diego kicks another rock into the river. "I know." 

Carlos feels his heart stutter-stop. "You—what?" 

"I know," Diego repeats. "You built shit all the time. You'd talk about it in your sleep. I stopped by that treehouse of yours one time, and you had the whole thing torn apart. You were talking to your crew about it. I listened for a while."

"When?"

The cold bottom of his cousin's coffee cup bonks into Carlos's skull. "Before you left, genius. I dunno. You didn't have it working yet."

"I thought I was being sneaky about that."

"You were. I'm just sneakier. If you'd been reverse engineering the whole barrier, you'd've built it better right?" 

"I would've given us the dignity of dying, if that's what you're asking." 

"Yeah." Diego says quietly, and then. "Fuck. That's morbid." 

Carlos shrugs. Maybe thinking about better ways to die makes them morbid, but it's still comforting to think that if he'd been the one to engineer their prison, that he'd've been able to give them the mercy of actually dying. "We're villains. It's our speciality. We're supposed to be all about death, and murder, and stuff." 

Diego laughs. They laugh the same way, the two of them. More of a bark than a real laugh. There's probably some irony there, if they wanted to go digging for it. "Didn't you hear, little cousin? We're supposed to be good now. No more murder. We're reformed villains, no more claws and fangs." 

They're reformed, but Diego still calls at 3am sometimes, just to make sure that he's still breathing. 

"Damn, guess I'll have to return the axe I bought," Carlos drawls, hefting his cup up like it's a weapon. "And the rat poison, and the chains for the dungeon..." 

"Kinky." 

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Lemon’s July Fic Recs

People seemed to enjoy this when I did it last month, so I’ll try to make it a regular thing 🥰

Special shout-out to @lightningboltreader who I know beta’d at least two of these 💕

Release the Hand to Relax the Animal by @carlos-in-glasses

E | 15k

Stunningly beautiful story set early S3, a look at touch and the many different ways TK finds solace in Carlos’s hands, and how deeply and intimately these two idiots love each other.

Take my hand, take my whole life, too by @heartstringsduet

M | 15k

A day in the life of elderly!Tarlos with flashbacks of different moments throughout their life, with a through line of hands and how they use touch to ground each other, hold each other steady, provide for each other. I sobbed through the whole thing.

(For You) I Would Cross The Line (WIP) by @iboatedhere

M | 32k (2/5)

TK is the first son, Carlos is his secret service agent. This is devastating and gorgeous, beautiful subtle tension, TK at his most vulnerable and most generous. Very beautiful world building happening here.

Do It All Over Again by @ladytessa74

G | 10k

TK repeatedly tries and fails in more and more spectacular fashion to have a do-over, and learns in the end that what’s meant to be will be. Tessa’s TK is the sweetest and cutest and most earnest, and her Carlos loves him so purely and deeply and would literally go along with any and all of his schemes. And the timeline is very unique and cute.

the square root of sixty nine by @liminalmemories21

E | 11.5k

5+1 times Carlos learns something new with TK, but make it sexy. TK helps Carlos get to know himself in a deep way. And TK is vulnerable in such a raw way.

you make me live now, honey by @ithilien-writes

T | 6k

Carlos reconnects with Iris during the breakup, very interesting twist on canon and imo the way the show should have introduced Iris

snapshots by @sanjuwrites

Not Rated | 13k

Amnesia fic, newlywed TK wakes up forgetting he’s married to Carlos. Very sweet!

Love and Lou by @sugdenlovesdingle

G | 5k

Vet!Carlos, lizard loving paramedic TK super cute!

Pour me a cup (or two or three) by @bonheur-cafe

G | 7k

Future fic, Carlos has a hectic morning and his coffee keeps getting foiled. TK is very cute while eating a jelly donut.

we're a batch made in heaven by @alrightbuckaroo

G | 574

Carlos bakes cookies when he misses TK 😭

your love is all you owe me by @rosedavid

T | 6k

4+1 times Carlos dances on his wedding day, too cute

“he’ll remember the steady rhythm of TK's heart beating through his chest like it’s his own” 🥺

Day Zero by @chicgeekgirl89

T | 2.5k

The immediate aftermath of TK waking up from Sadie’s drugging. Very powerful. Gut wrenching.

“He lies there wallowing, his mind turning over and over, fighting with the rage and grief and failure that threaten to eat him alive and take his relationship along with it.”

Your Wild Heart by @iboatedhere

E | 40k

Firefighter!Tk-Park Ranger!Carlos, tiny town in Texas, some very, umm, interesting gnomes 👀 Very beautiful story of healing and, god, finally someone makes fun of TK for listening to Macklemore!

All’s Fair: Back It Up Baby (chapter 10) by @goodways

E (this chapter is pretty G) | 20k (ch probably 3k-ish?)

TK & Carlos fight over who gets to be the big spoon. Very cute!

As always, this is not in any way a comprehensive list of all the good stuff that came out in July. There are a few on my to-read list. Also the caveat that the Gabriel grief stuff is tough for me, so I’ve been avoiding and/or very slowly making my way through those ones.

[reyesstrand]

wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton and @carlos-in-glasses <3 i was going to share more from the food fic before i realized i’m truly going to end up posting the whole fic in snippet-form before it’s done, so here’s a something i’ve been working on as a side project!

“Hey, you know what? It has character, and I love it,” TK tells him, holding the lopsided bowl he crafted with his own two hands close to his chest like he would a baby, or a tiny animal. He’s surprised it survived the kiln without suffering any damage or cracks, but it’s here, and Carlos is looking at him strangely, the corner of his mouth lifted up in a barely-contained smile.

“I’m proud of you,” Carlos says, and there’s no sarcasm or belittling notes in his voice—it’s the truth. His deep eyes are so warm as they stay focused on him, and it makes TK feel hot all over. Carlos very pointedly licks his bottom lip before he finally looks away. “I’ll help you wrap it up, if you can give me a few minutes.”

“Yeah, no rush,” TK nods, eyes tracking the other man as Carlos turns and drops back down onto his stool. He winces once he lamely adds, “do your thing, man.”

Carlos smiles at him, despite it all. TK’s stomach twists. He slips into the shadows of the studio as Carlos dips his hands in water before placing them around the ball of clay he’d thrown and centered a few minutes before. TK watches him because it’s mesmerizing and kind of impossible not to, as he takes in Carlos’ denim-clad thighs spread around the wheel as he sits close and hunches over, his elbows close to his body and biceps bulging as he gracefully shapes the clay. He gently places his own bowl down on one of the hip-high tables, killing time by pacing up and down the length of the back of the studio where shelves are lined with industrial-sized buckets of glaze, humming a little under his breath to the song that’s playing softly through the speakers.

Before he knows it, the gentle hum of the spinning wheel fades as it slows and then stops completely, and Carlos’ stool creaks. TK turns, planning on joking around and asking if he’s being too much of a distraction, when he suddenly finds himself being pushed back against the neighbouring wall. Carlos’ eyes are shining as they take TK in and his hands—his big, sturdy hands, which are skilled and capable of creating such delicate, artistic, beautiful things—cup his face, wet clay smearing against the side of TK’s jaw as his head is tilted up. TK’s already waiting for the kiss and yet something inside him feels set on fire when it happens, his jaw falling open as his lips part, curling his fingers in the back of Carlos’ threadbare t-shirt to bring him even closer.

no pressure tagging @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @morganaspendragonss @sunshinestrand @beautifulhigh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @maxbegone and anyone else who wants to share something <3333

[howtosingit]

Fic: The Most Powerful Thing

A story about how Carlos Reyes learns to love, and the man that he finds to love him back.

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Written for @carlosreyesweek - Day 2: “I’ll always be here for you” + romance

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Carlos Reyes is seven years old when he first decides that he wants to fall in love.

He’s standing next to his mother in the kitchen, one hand wrapped around a large mixing bowl while he uses all of the strength in his tiny little body to stir the batter for the cake they’re making together. Every so often, his mom adds an ingredient - vanilla, an egg, or more flour - and it’s his job to ensure that it disappears into the mixture, never to be seen again. 

He feels just like a wizard, creating a magical potion.

He’s been stirring for forever when his mother suddenly stops adding more stuff to the bowl. Carlos, his arms growing tired from all the work, looks up to find her staring out the window facing the backyard, a cup of milk in her hand, and a big smile on her face.

“Mami?” he asks, watching as she blinks really quickly before looking down at him. Carlos laughs, the sound high and bright as it soars around the room. 

“You looked like you were frozen in ice, mami!”

His mother shakes her head, reaching over to pour the milk into the bowl. He looks down, letting out a sigh at the idea of having to do even more stirring. His mother laughs again, taking the spoon out of his hand. He watches her for a moment, close enough to see her glance out the window a few more times. He tries to look out the window, too, but his legs are too short to see.

“What’s happening outside, mami?” he asks. 

“Nothing, mijo,” she tells him, her smile reappearing. “Just your papa telling me how much he loves me.”

Carlos doesn’t know what she’s talking about; he didn’t hear his dad say anything through the window. He runs over to the back door, pulling it open to see his dad moving around the backyard, hanging strands of lights for his sister’s birthday party later that evening. 

“How can you hear what he’s saying, mami?” he asks, giving her a confused look. “He’s so far away.”

“Come here, mijo,” she says, dropping the spoon in the bowl. When he’s back at her side, she reaches down to grab his waist, lifting him so that he can sit on the counter next to her.

He’ll never forget the next words that she says to him.

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[sunshinestrand-inactive]

I Swear To Love You All My Life

Written for Day 5 of @carlosreyesweek: “Just, hold on.” + Hurt/Comfort

[1558 words] Read on AO3

For Max (@firefighterstrand) - Max, I am so thankful for you and your presence in my life. You have been supportive and just a downright wonderful person to know. I am so thankful for you and that this fandom brought us together. Thank you for being you. 💛

***

“TK! Look out!”

Everything happens so fast. In one moment, TK is telling Carlos that he loves him for the first time and the next he hears his own voice screaming. Headlights flood his vision, blinding him for a moment before he turns, using all his force to push TK. He hears the thump and prays that he didn’t hurt his boyfriend. Then all he feels is pain exploding through him as the car makes impact with his body. That’s all he feels for the seconds, minutes, hours following and as his body hits the ground, he finds himself unable to move.

“Carlos!”

He hears the pain in TK’s voice mingling with the undeniable sound of tires screeching across the pavement. He tries to open his eyes, to speak, to allow TK he’s okay. To tell him he loves him. But nothing comes out. He hears the sound of footsteps before someone, TK he thinks, collapses beside him. Carlos isn’t even aware he’s lying face down until a gentle grip takes hold of him and turns him. When he opens his eyes, for a moment he only sees the black sky dotted with little tiny stars and then TK’s face is in his vision.

“Carlos, baby, look at me.” TK says, his voice high in frantic and then he speaks again, but Carlos knows it’s not to him. “Hello, I need an ambulance. My boyfriend has been hit by a car and he’s hurt. He’s been hurt badly. Please, I need help.”

Carlos realises he hates how hurt TK sounds. He hates being the reason for that hurt. A loud sob leaves TK’s lips and all Carlos wants to do is pull him into his embrace and comfort him. But his body hurts so bad, everything hurts so bad. It’s a long while before he finds TK’s voice being directed towards him once again.

“Hey Carlos, help is on the way, okay? Just, hold on. Can you tell me where it hurts?”

Carlos feels TK’s hand in his hair, stroking through his curls and he feels instant comfort in it. He takes a deep shaky breath that hurts so greatly before he begins to take the best mental check he can of his injuries. He starts like TK would tell him to, from head to toe. His head hurts the greatest, he swears he can feel blood. His head is followed closely by his shoulder. His chest, stomach, and legs are a mild pain but something that’s definitely there. He decides to be half truthful.

“Head.” He mumbles, trying hard to get the word out with a hoarse voice.

Man, he feels like he’s swallowed glass.

“Yeah, you have a pretty big gash. Probably from hitting it against the pavement. It’s most likely a concussion.” TK explains and Carlos feels his gentle grip on his bicep. “What else?”

“My shoulder.” Carlos manages to say. “I think it’s dislocated.”

He knows very well he’s no paramedic like TK is, but he has sure had enough of them to know exactly what a dislocated shoulder felt like. It was something that he would have never liked to have again. A wave of nausea washes through him then at the thought of the sight of his shoulder at that moment. TK probably didn’t even need him to tell him that his shoulder was hurting because he was highly trained and highly smart. Carlos knew he was simply just trying to keep him awake.

“I’m tired, Ty.” Carlos whispers, feeling his eyelids begin to grow heavy.

“Oh, I know, sweetheart. I know you are. But you need to stay with me, okay? You need to stay awake. Help is on the way, you’ll be okay soon. I promise.” TK says softly, his voice soothing.

“I don’t know if I can.” Carlos feels his body beginning to shut down, his mind beginning to blur and it’s suddenly hard to breathe. Why is it so hard to breathe?

“You can, Carlos. I know you. You are so very strong, sweetheart. You can do anything and you can do this.” TK says, his voice full of pain and tears. “Just stay awake.”

“Can’t breathe.” Carlos chokes out, the air above him growing thicker.

He hears TK move and then he feels a sudden pressure against his chest. He winces, biting his lip to hold back a scream of pain. TK returns to his field of vision, hushing him and his hand is back in Carlos’ hair, grounding him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. I think your rib is broken and it punctured your lung. That’s why you’re having a hard time breathing.”

“That’s not good.” Carlos whispers, in an attempt to be funny but the joke falls short.

“No, it’s not. But we’re going to get you help. We’ll get you help and you’ll be all better.”

As if on cue, Carlos hears the faint sound of sirens. It’s a relief that hits him because he knows he can probably go to sleep now. He feels TK’s hands on him, the sound of his voice talking softly to him and he blinks a few times. The stars above him twinkle but then they’re a blurry mess, he’s falling and he’s falling fast.

“TK -” He starts, but he’s unable to finish, feeling the weight of his pain begin to grow too heavy on him and the next time his eyes close, it’s the last time. He doesn’t open them back up, he doesn’t get the chance to tell TK how much he loves him too.

And maybe he never will.

***

“I love you”

TK’s voice echoes in his head and he wants to tell him that he loves him too. He wants to open his mouth and say the words, but his body won’t allow him to. Finally, he manages to open his eyes but finds himself blinded by light. He quickly closes them again, panic beginning to set in as images flash before him, of lights flooding his vision before pain cuts through him. Carlos’ mind begins to slide into a whirlwind and he’s unable to stop it. He tries to tell his body to wake up, to open his eyes. But he can’t.

“Carlos?”

A voice. So familiar and soothing to him. TK’s voice. It sounds so close but so far away. He tries to speak but all that makes it out is a groan. Damn it, open your eyes!

“Hey Carlos, I’m right here, you’re okay.”

His eyes snap open and instantly he’s met with the familiar face of his boyfriend instead of lights. He’s thankful for that. TK whispers for him to breathe and Carlos feels pain when he tries. He feels TK grab his hand and he puts it on his chest, allowing Carlos to feel the steady rhythm of his heart underneath his palm. With that, Carlos manages to find enough air to bring into his lungs and to calm his body down.

“There you go, sweetheart.” TK says, bringing his other hand up to cup Carlos’ cheek and Carlos instantly leans into the touch, completely and totally comforted by the touch. “How are you feeling?”

“It hurts.” Carlos replies before, “What happened?”

“You were hit by a car.” TK whispers somberly. “We were crossing the street and I, uh, I told you something. Anyways, a car came out of nowhere and I was right there. But you pushed me out of the way and they hit you.”

“Were they okay?” Carlos asks.

TK snorts and shakes his head. “Only you, Carlos Reyes. They are currently looking for said car and the driver. They fled after hitting you.” TK mumbles, his voice full of anger. “The police figure they were drunk, got freaked out and left.”

Carlos nods and he squeezes TK’s hand, bringing him back from his anger. “I’m okay though. How bad is it?”

“You got a pretty good gash on your head and as a result of that a concussion, a dislocated shoulder that they had to reset, a couple of your ribs broke and punctured your lung, severe bruising on your stomach and legs. It was bad, Carlos.” “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Carlos whispers.

“Me? Are you serious, Carlos? You got hit by a freaking car in order to save me and you’re worried about me? I - wow.”

“I can’t help it, it’s hard to not be.” Carlos says.

“Well, stop. I’m okay and it’s all thanks to you.”

“I love you, TK.” Carlos blurts out. He figures he shouldn’t wait to tell TK how he truly feels about him, how completely and utterly in love he is with him. How he would put his life on the line a million times if it meant TK would be okay. “I remember you telling me and I regret not getting to tell you. So, I love you Tyler Strand. And I will love you forever.”

TK chuckles, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears. “I love you too, Carlos.”

“To the moon and back.” Carlos whispers.

“To the moon and back.” TK agrees.

And in that little moment, it’s as if a promise is made between them. That they will love each other, until they cannot love anymore. And that would be enough.

That would always be enough.

[justapoet]

Infinity times infinity

For years, it lost its magic. Looking up was just useless and he was happy to avoid more questions without answers because those related to the Earth itself were already exhausting enough to keep him awake at night. And, then, TK happened.

or

Carlos loves stars, and he, somehow, found them inside of the most beautiful irises he's ever seen.

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There's something about the nights that makes Carlos's mind feel light and peaceful. Since he was a child, even more as a teenager, he'd sit on his parent's house's balcony and stare at the sky for hours until his father called him back in, so he wouldn't mess up his sleep schedule too much.

Yet, he'd spend most nights looking out his window thinking; about the stars and the most random things. He'd spend sleepless nights naming constellations and trying to remember the myth behind each one, explaining to his own shadow under the silver glow of the moon. His cellphone used to always have notes and pictures of planets and galaxies, his calendar always marking the nights and days when some astronomic event would happen so he could convince his mother to let him stay awake the whole night.

When he joined the police academy, though, he stopped thinking about it. Carlos didn't even notice when he stopped looking up, but somehow, when he did, it started to make his neck ache enough for him to give up soon. He didn't search for constellations or planets anymore and no longer knew when it would happen a meteor shower or a red moon, and his cellphone's gallery also didn't have pictures of anything related to space.

For years, it lost its magic. Looking up was just useless and he was happy to avoid more questions without answers because those related to the Earth itself were already exhausting enough to keep him awake at night.

And, then, TK happened. After years without looking up, there was TK Strand, who would drive him crazy and make him come up with more questions without a single answer and sometimes without even a question mark, making him doubt all of his steps and sentences. Then, all of a sudden, there was this beautiful firefighter with terrible luck, a gorgeous smile, and the most beautiful eyes Carlos has ever seen in his twenty-seven years of life.

TK happened and, somehow, looking up and forward didn't seem to ache anymore.

Oh, well; if being honest, TK happened, and looking down was way more painful when they were riding an ambulance with a bleeding wound on TK's abdomen and sirens blaring on the streets. Seeing the pain clouding those pretty eyes hurt way too much and, yet, he needed to ― someone needed to keep him awake.

"C'mon, babe; you have to keep your eyes open. You know the drill" Carlos said again, probably for the fifth time in five minutes. "Keep your beautiful eyes open for me, uh?"

"'ou like m'eyes?" TK grumbled. Carlos hummed in agreement. "Why?" his voice was low and full of pain, and he winced as Tommy touched close to the wound. Carlos squeezed the paramedic's hand in his, smiling quite embarrassed.

"There's this, uh... Planetary nebula, a young one. It's called Butterfly Nebula because of its wing-like appearance, a few more than three thousand light-years from us ― from Earth ―, on the Scorpio constellation" he started, shyly. His words caught TK's attention immediately, those big green eyes, even filled with pain, focused on Carlos' worried and beautiful face. Tommy, beside them, seemed to be curious, too, about where the conversation was going.

"It's one of the most complex planetary nebulas ever found, you know?" he asked, smiling little. "And the colors seem to change, too. Some pictures of it show us a dark nebula with points of light, some red, blue, and a lot of shades of orange" TK frowned, and Carlos could tell that this time, it wasn't because of the pain, but because he couldn't understand how it was related to his eyes. "My favorite thing about it is that it always, in every single picture, has shades of green light close to the center of it and on its edges"

Carlos chuckled a little when both Tommy and TK let out an "oh" with a sigh. He looked at their entangled hands before starting to speak again.

"I used to think that, if I looked through a telescope, as a kid, I'd be able to see it," he said, smiling nostalgically. "My father would tell me it was impossible and it would only give me an aching neck, and my mother would say that some things are just out of reach" he shrugged before looking up again, meeting those unfairly green eyes. "Turns out they were both wrong"

TK pressed his lips together, and Carlos could tell that there were new tears in his boyfriend's eyes in a second. The beeping sound around them went a little faster, and Tommy turned her head and smiled towards them both, focusing on Carlos for a second. He blushed, knowing that it was TK's heart racing for what he'd just said.

They got to the hospital minutes later, and Carlos was left in the same waiting room he always ended up in as they carried TK away to another surgery. He let a few tears fall before trying to breathe steadily again, his leg bouncing with anxiety brought by the uncertainty. No matter how many times he ended up there with the same questions and situations, he could never calm his heart and mind down until he had a concrete answer, and Carlos knew well enough that he wouldn't have it for a few hours.

When, hours later, they were all allowed to check up on TK ― the team had arrived after their shift ended ―, Carlos stood close to the window as his boyfriend drifted back to sleep. He looked up at the sky that night and counted constellations until a nurse came in to check the man's vitals. Then, he sat back at the bedside and took TK's hand in his, spending another sleepless night counting the dots on TK's arm.

From that day on, he'd find himself constantly looking up when the sunset on the horizon gave the sky away to the moon. He could tell TK was curious, slightly worried about Carlos' silence most nights, so the cop would just hold tight to him and kiss him slowly. TK didn't complain about that ― he could never ―, and he didn't ask either. Carlos mentally thanked him for that, otherwise, he wouldn't know what to tell his boyfriend.

It was nostalgic, now, to sit on his balcony and look up at the dark skies above him. It was a Friday night, both TK and him out of a twenty-four-hour shift, and it was silent and peaceful. Carlos sat on the ground, and his knees were brought close to his chest, his chin resting over his folded arms. 

He wasn't searching for anything specific, although his eyes could easily name one or two constellations immediately. It was late, already past midnight, and he couldn't tell how much time he spent in that position on the balcony.

At some moment, though, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and then a cup filled with a smokey liquid was put in front of his face. A second after his hands were around the cup, a warm body was next to his and big, bright eyes were staring at his profile. He smiled while looking at the sweet tea, the smell filling his lungs, and then looked back at the sky.

"Trying to find a nebula?" TK asked, his voice low and sweet. Carlos chuckled, shaking his head politely.

"Remembering my favorite stars," he said, and TK looked at him with curiosity, waiting for more explanation. "I used to love looking up at the sky and naming all the stars and constellations I could remember"

"Used to?" TK asked.

"I stopped looking up at some point in my life" Carlos shrugged. "Imagining any other worlds started to be painful".

TK didn't answer Carlos' words, processing them in a painful moment. He analyzed the man's face carefully, each edge and spot filling his heart with a fast, welcoming, and safe feeling, and each one of his words filling his chest with heaviness and some kind of gray cloud.

Slowly, he bent his head to the side so it was carefully placed on Carlos' shoulder. The cop took a sip of his tea, his head lightly leaning against TK's, his eyes still focused up at the stars as if he would miss something truly important if he ever stopped looking. TK found it adorable, one of his hands touching Carlos' arm and his fingers wrapping on his long-sleeve t-shirt.

"The butterfly nebula?" his voice was barely a whisper, and a tiny shy smile took over the latino's lips. "Do my eyes really remind you of it?"

Carlos nodded.

"That's probably the best compliment I've ever received in my entire life," TK said, the joke being said with a quite bitter truth behind it. "And what you've been searching for in the sky, now?" he asked once Carlos tangled their fingers together, kissing the back of the new yorker's hand.

"I'm not searching for anything," he said, slowly shaking his head. "Just wondering" concluded, and TK turned his head to place his chin on the cop's shoulder.

"What about?" questioned.

"About how... You know, we have more than we can count, on the Universe. More stars than we can put in numbers, more planets than we can put in names, and more mystery than we can put in theory" Carlos said, sighing. "There are more possibilities than we will ever imagine, and more life than we will ever be able to put among births and deaths. And, yet, here we are" he seemed lost in a trail of thoughts. "Putting time in clocks, names in stars and lives inside boxes. It's insane that, with everything we could discover, this tiny little space, this minimal planet... This tiny piece of nothing drifting in the edge of the Universe is everything we have"

He stopped, and TK absorbed the words calmly. It was something to think about, indeed, all of the things we praise so much being just a little thing, a grain of sand ― or maybe that's too much ― in the middle of something way bigger than we could ever imagine.

"And yet?" TK asked, knowing his boyfriend way too much to supposed he was finished with his thoughts. Carlos smiled gently, and TK felt the heart-melting feeling inside of his chest.

"And, yet, I wouldn't trade it for anything" Carlos stated, and TK could only admire him with a silly and loving smile.

Carlos squeezed TK's hand in his.

"So, I was just wondering about how, among uncountable stars, planets, stars, nebulas," he started, and TK smiled sweetly once again. "Among all of the possibilities inside and out of the way we see the Universe, among all the time in its totality; life, death, whatever time is," he said, still looking up. Then, his eyes went down and his face softened even more as his beautiful, dark, brown irises met TK's green, light ones. "How, on Earth and out of it, did I have luck enough to find you?"

In a second, TK lost his breath and ability to speak. His eyes widened a little, his chin no longer using Carlos' shoulder as support when his mouth just went open in incredulity with the weight those words had. He didn't even realize when tears gathered at the edges of his eyes, his heart insanely beating inside his ribcage with strength enough he could swear his ribs would break.

It didn't last more than five seconds, TK knew it, but for a moment it felt like forever. Carlos watched, a sweet smile taking over his lips and a purely joyful sparkle glimmering on his eyes as TK processed the words and, in seconds, threw himself against Carlos.

The cop laughed, his arms quickly wrapping TK's waist to pull him closer and his lips happily parting so TK could kiss him the way he wanted to. He felt something in his chest exploding, and he could only imagine that, whatever it was, it was just as bright as his boyfriend's smile between kisses.

Because Carlos could never imagine, as a child, that he would love someone the way he always heard love was. He couldn't convince himself that, somehow, among all things they could have, a feeling so pure and especial would be a possibility. Something so good, so unbelievably safe and warm could be his.

And, somehow, now TK was in his arms, kissing him breathlessly and caring, making him feel as if all the questions he ever made had an answer. They didn't, he knew it deep down, and he didn't really give it much importance as TK curled himself against Carlos, breathing deep as his nose went to the crook of the cop's neck.

"I love you," TK said. "The stars are witnesses to this" his voice was a low whisper against Carlos' skin, and he could only smile widely and hold TK close as they both looked back up at the skies.

"They'll forever be" Carlos answered, and he could tell TK was smiling.

There's something about the nights that makes Carlos's mind feel light and peaceful.

There's something about TK that makes Carlos feel infinite.

[lire-casander]

congrats on 400 lire!!!! if possible, could i request 39 from the kisses list for tarlos with maybe a bit of angst? 💚💚

thank you so much for this prompt, my dear! i’m afraid i’ve gone a bit overboard on the nagst front, but i hope you like it. i am so thankful for your friendship, and your love and your support!

#39 ~ kissing tears from the other’s face.

kiss your fears away [936 words] | on ao3

“What if it never changes?” Carlos asks, sniffling. He can feel the warmth radiating off TK’s hands and seeping into his skin, but it’s not enough yet to get rid of the coldness that has taken him hostage.

“Oh, Carlos,” TK whispers. There’s a hint of pain and something Carlos can’t decipher in those indescribable eyes. “Nothing ever stays the same.”

Carlos holds TK’s gaze — heat and hurt and hope laced with something that he doesn’t dare to name yet — until his own pain is too much to bear and he ducks his face in shame. He feels the prickle of tears once again, threatening to fall from his eyes even though he’s made a huge effort to keep them at bay. Carlos considers himself a fighter, but there are things ingrained in his mind that he finds ridiculously hard to overcome — and the lesson a Reyes man doesn’t cry is one of them. He can see his father clearly in his mind, sitting him at the tender age of ten and lecturing him on the perils of coming across as soft by showing off too much emotion, right after he’d bid farewell to his big sister Emilia, who’d gone to college for the first time.

You can’t go around showing your heart on your sleeve, Carlos, his father had said. You’re going to be a man one day, a Texas Ranger. You need to learn this lesson now. Reyes men don’t cry.

Carlos has never seen his father crying openly in front of anyone, not even when his abuela passed away, and he doubts he ever will. But he’s a crier — he has proved time and time again what a disappointment for his Texas Ranger father he’s become, first by coming out to them at seventeen and thus breaking their family somehow, and then by entering the Police Academy when he could have been a legacy kid at the Rangers. And from then on, Carlos knows their relationship has been strained at best; he’s become more and more private, keeping parts of himself tucked away from plain sight in the fear that being truly himself would hurt his parents — in the hopes that, by not showing off his true colors but a different and dull shade of gray, Carlos Reyes wouldn’t feel like an estranged child all the time.

Joke’s on him, though, because not being who he really is has taken a toll on him that he isn’t sure he’s willing to keep paying off.

“Carlos?” he hears in the distance, too wrapped up in himself and his pain to properly pay attention to his surroundings anymore. “Carlos, babe, you’re scaring me.”

He’s shaking like a leaf, his memories taken over his mind as he spirals out of control, as he remembers every single moment since he came out when he should have had the support of a family he felt had slowly kicked him out — the inane conversations from the morning after, the shame upon realizing that he’d never be what they wanted him to, the determination to prove them wrong and failing, failing, failing every single time he tried to gain their trust and confidence back. He can’t even be a proper Reyes man — and not because he’s dating another man, because he thought he’d made his peace with that long ago — but because he can’t stuff his emotions behind a door and lock them away.

He’d wanted to scream from the rooftops that he loves TK — he does, with his whole heart, with parts of his body and soul that he didn’t know were capable of feeling — and yet he’s become a tiny child once again in the face of his parents, his parents who claim to love him and worry about him but who certainly haven’t acted as though they care about who their son dates so long as he doesn’t parade his boyfriends in front of them.

He’s suddenly pulled out of his trance by strong hands cupping his face and wiping the wetness away — the tears he’s tried so hard to stop from falling, he can’t even get that right — and TK is soon in his line of vision as his boyfriend manages to lift Carlos’ face up. “Hey, babe,” TK whispers. “Everything will be fine.”

“You can’t know that,” Carlos hiccups, no longer able to hold inside his fear. “I’ll hurt you, TK, I’m going to because this situation is not ideal and I—”

“And I love you,” TK cuts him. He leans in and kisses Carlos’ cheek, chasing the tears that are still falling. He does the same on the other side of Carlos’ face, and on his nose where a few tears have found a free road to roam. “And we will go through this together, I promise. I’m standing by you, no matter what.”

“But what if—”

“I hurt you, too,” TK states, almost matter-of-factly, making Carlos cringe. “I hurt you, in the beginning, and I hurt you last night, and for that I’m sorry. But I love you, and I’m not going to let something as petty as people not accepting you for the whole of who you are to stand in the way of how I feel about you. I promise, it’s going to be okay, because we will have each other.”

Carlos shudders but nods, sagging against TK, who welcomes him against his chest as he keeps crying. But this time, the tears are swallowed by TK’s kisses, and in that love he’s being showered with Carlos finds the solace and the calm he has been seeking since he turned seventeen.

celebrate this milestone of 400 followers with me!

[starcountesseevee]

Becoming A Leader (1)

I had this cute little image of Cliff growing up and thought maybe I could turn it into short clips of his childhood. This is 100% based off my headcanon from ARC where Cliff has a loving mom (now named Alyce), a sister (now a younger sister named Faye), and deadbeat dad (now named Carlos).

Part 2

A small boy peeked around the corner to the bedroom as he shyly eyed the woman that lay napping on the bed within. She had deeply tanned skin with dark hair that hung in curls around her face and was very visibly pregnant. 

"Mommy?" The young boy called quietly, not quite wanting to wake her up but his stomach was growling and breakfast had been a long time ago. 

Alyce’s brown eyes fluttered open and she immediately broke into a smile as she spotted the boy. "Cliff, sweetie, what is it? Come here." She scooted over on the bed as best as her pregnant belly would allow as Cliff eagerly ran over to climb up next to her. 

"Mommy I'm hungry." He looked up into her face with pleading eyes. 

"Are you?!" She gasped, ruffling his hair with a laugh. "You know what, I think I am too. But I always am nowadays aren't I?" 

Cliff glanced over at her stomach as she gave it a gentle pat, a familiar feeling of sadness washing over him. When he didn't respond Alyce frowned and gently stroked the side of his face. 

"What's the matter, sweetie?" 

"Will you…" Cliff sniffled as he tried his best to hold back his tears. "Will you still love me after the baby gets here?" 

"Oh honey!" Alyce pulled Cliff to her in a tight hug. "Of course I will! What makes you think I won't?" Her mind immediately went to her husband but pushed the thought aside as she began wiping at her son's tears. 

"The other kids in school. They said...they said when you get a little brother or sister your mommy doesn't need you anymore." 

Alyce's heart felt like it would burst, she hated to hear that he was getting picked on at school. "Sweetie, look at me." She cupped Cliff's small face between both her hands. "Of course I'll still love you. Just because there will be a new baby in our family doesn't change how I feel about you. Don't listen to those bullies." 

"But what if you love the baby more?" 

"I have enough love for both of you equally, don’t you worry about that." She smiled, using her thumb to brush away the last of his tears. "Now, no more tears, okay? Mommy will always love you." 

"Okay." Cliff smiled as Alyce planted a big kiss on the top of his head. 

"Now, how about we go make some lunch, hmm?" They both laughed as his stomach let out a rumble. Cliff hopped easily off the bed and waited for his mom as she swung her legs over the edge and got to her feet but immediately stumbled back into the bed as she clutched her stomach. 

"Mommy! Mommy!" Cliff was at her side in an instant, grasping at her skirt as she tried to catch her breath. 

"Sweetie, I think…" She took another shaky breath. "You need to call your father. The baby is coming." 

Hours later, what seemed like an eternity for Cliff, and he was still waiting in the playroom he had been left in when they got to the hospital. Bored, he used a toy car to retrace the streets on the carpet for the dozenth time as he fought to stay awake. He had already taken a nap, although he hadn't intended to in case he missed the baby, made a house with some blocks, destroyed the house with a Tyranitar plush he brought from home, and still had not eaten - although a very nice nurse brought him some crackers and a soda. 

He was almost slumped over on the carpet when a familiar voice called out for him. 

"Cliff? You awake? Hey kiddo." His dad knelt down next to him with a smile. 

"Mhmm." Cliff kept his eyes glued to the car he was half-heartedly pushing back and forth in front of him. 

"You want to come meet your little sister?" 

Cliff's eyes went wide as he finally looked up at his dad. "I have a sister?" 

"You do, kiddo!" Carlos stood and extended his hand for Cliff to take. "Let's go see your mom." 

Alyce looked tired but smiled wide when the two came into her room and she shifted the small bundle in her arms to make room for Cliff on the bed with her. "Say hi to your sister Faye." 

"Faye." Cliff repeated in awe as he watched the baby wriggle about in the pink blanket it was wrapped in. She was smaller than he had imagined, although he didn't really know how big babies were supposed to be anyway, with wisps of dark hair and brown eyes like his mom. When he reached out to touch her tiny hand he was surprised when she wrapped her fingers around his. 

"My family." Cliff heard his mom whisper happily as she squeezed his shoulder. Maybe having a little sister wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Part 2

[cheseyre]

good news, sluts! my brain's no longer being completely stupid (only mostly), i've seen the new asides and...have some thought-y thot thoughts:

*deep inhale*

Okay, first things first: this art style is soooo fucking cUTE and I'm a jealous, squealing bitch. Anyone who knows who the artist is, could you link me to them, stat? I think Thomas mentioned them at the beginning of the ep, but nYeh, brain hurt, doesn't wanna do wooork-

Okay, I'll admit, I was a little...apprehensive when I first saw the thumbnail and title. Part of it's just me being a bitter Remus Stan, but also...okay, deep breaths, controversial opinion time, get ready:

I don't ship Prinxiety.

Like, at all. 

I can see the appeal, and these dorks were so very, VERY cute in this particular ep, but I was honestly turned off by the ship long ago due to how overwhelmingly popular it is and how some fans characterize these two and treat this relationship as if it's the only valid one, y'know, the works—slight tangent, but that's also why I don't ship Logicality or Remile. I honestly vibe much better with ships like Roceit or Analogical, y'know?

Cutting in for another brief tangent: I'm surprisingly okay with Demus/Dukeceit/Receit/Trashnoodle/Whatever-Their-Ship-Name-Is-Oh-God-Why-Do-They-Have-So-Many-Fucking-Names; maybe it's cause they haven't actually interacted in canon and the fan content gives me such good Gay Disney Villain content, idk man im weird—).

Still, their interactions were both hilarious and sweet and like I said, I see the appeal, it's just not my cup of tea. y'all Prinxiety fans got fucking FED and I'm happy for you nerds. Enjoy ze happy boys!

I guess another factor in my...low-key hesitance when I first saw what the ep was about is that...okay, get ready, another controversial opinion, le gasp: well, I'm not a big Virgil fan. In fact, at times, he swaps places with Patton as my least favorite sides—especially with some of his recent behavior in eps like DWIT (the "prohibit your breathing comment" really triggered me, for example). Sometimes, his attitude, especially around other sides like Roman or Janus, reminds me a little too much of my sister, who I don't have...a very good relationship with. Add to that how the more...intense side of the fandom has a disturbing tendency to turn him into the 'uwu precious woobie emo baby who can do no wrong' while unnecessarily villainizing other CERTAIN sides in the process, and...I think you all see where I'm going with this little rant 😅

However, upon actually watching the ep, he wasn't...that bad? I don't think? I enjoyed watching him be a flustered, disaster-y mess and genuinely excited at the end, his interactions with Roman were nice enough, and him literally pushing Thomas to make a move with Nico despite his obvious panic attack was a nice moment of genuine character development. I like seeing that, that's the good shit right there. And him being all flustered and shit, and smiling so much at the end of the vid was just...well, adorable. This man has no fucking right to be this cute, my god

alsoooo 

pURPLE EYESHADOW

PURPLE EYESHADOW HE LOOKS?? SO GOOD?? WTF?? SLAY EMO, SLAAAAAAAY FUCK, DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO CHANGE MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME NOW?

alsoooo 

hAPPY ROMAN

YESSSSS~ MAH BOI MAH SON MAH DUMB BITCH HIMBO PRINCE MAH EXTRA MESSY CINNAMON ROLL

ITS  BEEN SO  LONG

AND HIS LITTLE HEART EYES THROUGHOUT THE VID, OH MY GOD-

IMMA JUST IGNORE THAT "ADDING [MISTAKE] TO THE LIST" COMMENT I AM LOOKING AWAY I DO NOT SEE IT LALALALALA

THOMATHY, SIR, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT MAKING THESE TWO GAY IDIOTS SO BAEBY

Okay, but Virgil not realizing that "cyberstalking in real life" is literally just stalking is both a big ass mood and further proof that, yes, Logan is indeed the only one holding the braincell out of this disaster of a lot. God help them all if he ducks out in the next ep.

👀

And Thomas x Trash Can is my new OTP.  I dub thee ✨ "Trashmas" ✨

we sTAN TRASHMAS

Wait, does that mean Remus actually WAS in the ep? Cause, y'know, trash man?

hmmm

👀 👀 

Okay, okay. 

With how much Virgil and Roman were going off about Thomas constantly lying, I was (understandably) a tad bit disappointed my snek son didn't even make a fucking cameo, but y'know what? In hindsight, I'm okay with this it's fineee~

He was just off playing with shadow puppets and stealing money from us desperate, content-starved peasants with his sheer extra-ness and, honestly? Gotta respect the hustle. 

Get that precious, precious coin, dapper snake! Wring us poor losers dryyyy!

*evil snek laugh*

Also, this is a breather ep and adding Janus in probably would've caused unnecessary drama with the Roceit breakup and the constant antagonism between Virgil and him. It probably would've distracted from the point of the ep (flirting with social anxiety, exactly what it says in the tin)—much like it wasn't really Virgil or Remus's place to show up during POF. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Sorry, brain going brr-

Still, I can't believe the "Fuck Janus Sanders" Club is actually canon now 😂

God, first Patton in a skirt and now this. 

Thomas Sanders, you delight in fucking feEDING this gremlin nest of a fanbase, don’t you? You RELISH our screams of joy and pain and suffering, dON’T YOU?

What's next, actual canonical Janus and Remus interaction? Patton saying the fuck word? The Dragon Witch comes back? Janus's bowler hat gains sentience and takes over the world, Doris-style? What do you have planned, Thomas? Joan? WHAT ART THOU PLANNING, I MUST KNOW YOU HEATHENS YOU FIENDS-

And Virgil's little "would it be fair to him" comment, tho.

👀

Like, I get in the context of the ep, he was likely talking about Nico and how it wouldn’t be good for a potential relationship with Tomas to be founded on lies, but still...my anxceit heart aches, man. 

Gimme that sweet, sweet angst with a side of mutual regret and possible future reconciliation and maybe something more wink wink nudge nudge on top, pls

...and fries.

Honestly, tho, that entire bathroom monologue was fucking beautiful, man. And relatable, too—i can't tell you how many times I've talked to myself in public restrooms because I just didn't know how to get the words I wanted to say out. It's...kind of embarrassing, tbh

Speaking of embarrassing, uh, crying stall guy.

Just...

Crying Stall Guy

Like, I was expecting someone to come out the bathroom stall after Thomas stopped talking, but...I honestly wasn't expecting that. God, that whole scene was so cringe worthy and fucking hilarious

Honestly, Thomas in the ep in general was a huge ass mOOD and we collective gay/bi disasters ALL related with him, and if you say you don't, you're either lying to yourself or a demon. 

There is no in between 

sorry I don't make the rules

Like, I get this series is literally a gay disaster talking to himself for thirty minutes or longer, but like- EMPHASIS on the 'disaster' part 😂

Like...Thomas, you're lucky you're such a goddamn bean, because GOD, I cringing so hard when he first started talking to Nico

Although, I too have apologized profusely for genuine mistakes and am a flustered bi mess around my crush sooo

😅

And god, Roman's "thirty = old man" jokes made me feel old...and I literally just turned twenty, like, come on, man!

Maybe that's because I was literally watching this ep after finishing my ACT and had been sitting with a bunch of high schoolers, with their tiny fucking desks and tiny fucking water fountains smeh

*clears throat*

Anyways, uh, we STAN Nico Pintrovert Florés in this house

Like

He gives me such big Carlos from WTNV vibes for some reason and this makes me sooo happy

and YESS, he's a WRITER

And he's??? So sweet?? A pure bean?? Just sits on his laptop at the mall food court all day, like a god-fucking iCON?? A Nightmare Before Christmas fan?? weARS GLASSES??

my hEART

*cries*

The fandom seems torn between "Nicomas" and "Karrot Kings" as a ship name atm—personally speaking, I'm casting my vote for the latter

*crosses fingers* please dont be another janus x remus multiple ship name issue guys, please please please I can't keep track of them all-

*clears throat*

On that note, I'm guess I'm gonna go try and whoo over my crush with carrots now. If THIS disaster can do it and make it actually fucking work, god damnit, so cAN I

Meanwhile, in hell, my brain's just screaming "CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST CANON LOVE INTEREST-"

God, I hope Nico isn't just a one-shot character, he's too pure and Thomas and him are adorable gay Disney fans and I stan

Oh, I wonder how the other sides'll react to him.

Wait.

Oh god.

Oh god.

This ep just unleashed a new fresh hell of potential Nico x Sides ships, hasn't it?

Welp, time to prepare for ze incoming flood of fanfics, I guess. I'll get my umbrella and rain boots.

That last shot of Virgil during the endcard was so fucking ominous oh my god mom im scared can you come pick me up-

Goddammit, Thomas and Joan, I'm NOT fucking ready to be traumatized again, fUCK

I wish I wasn't a broke ass university student so I could contribute to Thomas's gloriously extra Patreon—both so I can support my favorite content creators who make this amazing blessed content and also, to join my boi Janus in fucking  destroying society by giving money to the people who actually deserve it, fuck YOU GOVERNMENT-

Okay. 

Okay. 

New headcanon time as to why Patton, Remus, and Logan weren't in the ep: they were helping Jan film that Patreon promotional video. 

Like

Remus directed it, Logan helped with the lighting and script, and Patton was just there as the cheerleader. 

The reason Janus made a dog with shadow puppets wasn't just to flaunt his deity status and prove how he is truly above us mere wretched mortals 

despite that being the absolute truth and we all know it, don't lie to yourselves

No, it was really him trying to do something cute and silly for Patton, because Moceit rights, daMMIT

*inhales*

noww 

guys, gals, and nonbinary pals

it’s time forr

the most wonderful time of the yearrr

WAITING FOR THE NEXT EPISODE

Step right up, folks! Hear ye, hear ye, my prediction for the next episode: Prinxiety v. Moceit! With special guest stars: Karrot Kings vibing in adorable gay and Intrulogical, bitter at being excluded aGAIN

Who will win? Who will lose? 

here’s a hint: we all will because in this sick twisted game they are no winners only losers-

Place your bets, folks! ✨

Haha im not readyyy~

tl;dr

this episode has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and ended my suffering—an adorable calm before the... angsty fucking shitstorm that’s coming far too soon. Prinxiety stans, enjoy your food. Place an 'F' in the chat for me and my fellow grieving Remus stans. Trashmas is the true OTP, but Karrot Kings is cute too I guess. I've only had Nico Florés for 24 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself. Purple eyeshadow Virgil makes me question my sexuality aGAIN, and happy gay disney prince rights y'all. Say a big ole 'fuck you' to capitalism by giving your local dapper snake moneys. Concussion makes brain go brr and imma go buy some carrots and be gay now.

psst hey @quarantinevibes2020​ you wanna join me in being disaster-y? i’ll bring my best gay stare and you bring the wine

Until next time, my lovelies! ~ Ches 🖤

[bellakitse]

Of little girls and their cats-Part 2

part one

A year later, TK, Carlos, and Lisbeth are a family but Lisbeth and Carlos want to make it official.

TK wakes up with a small delicate hand in his face and a knee pushing into his side, he’s at the edge of the bed with Lisbeth pressed against him and a sea of empty space on the other side of her. He gets up slowly, gently removing her hold on him as he gets out of bed. Making his way out of the bedroom, he heads for the kitchen after a stop at the bathroom, not surprised when he finds a freshly showered Carlos already working the coffee maker.

He slides in behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist, he presses a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Hi, been home long?” he asks, his tongue licking at a bead of water he finds at the base of Carlos’ neck, smirking into the skin when Carlos shivers. He takes a step back when he turns around in his arms.

“About a half an hour ago,” Carlos answers, leaning down he touches his nose against TK’s. “I would have woken you up the way you like, but I noticed you replaced me in our bed, so I took a shower instead.”

TK chuckles softly, letting out a soft sound as Carlos gives him a kiss at the corner of his mouth and works his way down his jaw. “I can’t say no to her when she hits me with those big brown eyes of hers.”

Carlos huffs against his ear, pulling back to look at him with an amused but judging look on his face. “You need to build an immunity to her.”

TK rolls his eyes, scoffing at the hypocrisy of Carlos’ words. Lisbeth has her father wrapped around her little finger just like him, and literally everyone else in her life. The mountain of toys in her room from Owen alone is proof of that. “If a year of dating you and four months of living with you guys hasn’t done it, I don’t think anything will, baby.”

Carlos makes a humming sound and shrugs. “Then, I hope you like her bony knees in your kidneys when I’m on night shifts.”

“For someone so tiny, she does take up a lot of bed space,” he marvels, pulling a laugh out of Carlos.

“She likes to snuggle,” Carlos tells him, pulling TK back into his arms. “Just like her father.”

“Needy,” TK teases him even as he runs his hands over his arms. Carlos doesn’t bother answering him. Instead, he tilts TK’s head upward as he leans down, pressing his lips against his. TK moans into the kiss, opening up under Carlos’ mouth, tasting the minty flavor of their toothpaste. He flicks his tongue against Carlos, his body responding as Carlos answers by sucking on his tongue. All he wants is to drag Carlos to their bedroom, push him down on their bed and ride him until his thighs burn. Carlos has been pulling night shifts at work for the last two weeks, and they’ve been like passing ships.

He desperately needs to get reacquainted with his lover’s body and pull out all those delicious sounds Carlos makes when they make love. Unfortunately, they have an eight-year-old in their bed that they need to start getting ready for school.

“Don’t start what we can’t finish,” Carlos whispers against his mouth even as his hands slide down TK’s backside.

“Tell me you’re finally done with nights for now,” TK whispers back, thrusting upward, rubbing himself against Carlos’ growing hard-on.

“Yes,” Carlos hisses. “Thank god.”

TK lets out a pleased hum. “Tonight after Lisbeth goes to sleep – he trails off, letting Carlos’ mind run wild, smirking as Carlos narrows his eyes at him.

“Tease.”

TK laughs, ready to tease some more when he hears little feet moving around. “Hold that thought, I’m going to help Lisbeth get ready,” he says, looking down at Carlos’ crotch. “You take care of that.”

Carlos huffs out a laugh before closing his eyes, singing under his breath the first lines of ‘baby shark.’

TK lets out a horrified noise. “Baby, no.”

Carlos shoots him a look. “You said to take care of it, this is the fastest way to make it go away.”

TK opens his mouth to tell Carlos just how wrong it is to sing a kid’s song, guaranteed to give you earworm for the day to make an erection go down, when Lisbeth comes into the kitchen rubbing her eyes with her small fist. TK takes a look at her sleepy face, out of control curls, and feels his heart give a squeeze.

“Good morning,” she mutters through a yawn.

“Good morning Lissy,” TK greets her back, meeting her in the middle of the kitchen, he leans down to kiss the top of her head as she circles her arms around his waist and gives him a loose hug.

“Morning, nena,” Carlos says with a smile, lifting her into his arms when she lets go of TK to hug her father.

“Hola, Papi,” she says, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Buenos dias,” Carlos says again, and TK leans against the counter, watching them as Carlos runs a hand over her hair, smoothing it out. “Are you excited about today, baby?”

Lisbeth looks up from where she rests her head on Carlos’ shoulder looking more awake at the reminder, she looks over at TK with a huge smile that TK can’t help but return, and nods excitedly.

“It’s going to be so cool,” she exclaims, looking at TK for reassurance, and TK nods. He agreed to go to Lisbeth’s school for career day and tell her class about his job as a firefighter.

“Yeah, I guess it’s kinda cool since TK’s a firefighter,” Carlos starts, there’s a teasing quality to his voice that has TK raising an eyebrow at him. “Not as cool as being a cop, but cool enough, I guess.”

“Jealous,” TK shoots back.

“Being a cop is cool,” Lisbeth agrees, and TK rolls his eyes at the smug look Carlos shoots him. “But going into burning buildings is really cool, Papi.”

“OOH!,” TK shouts, holding a hand up for Lisbeth to high-five. “Owned by your own kid, Officer Reyes!”

“Lisbeth,” Carlos gasps, loosening his hold on her as he staggers back dramatically, making Lisbeth shriek and laugh as she wraps her arms around his neck. “You wound me.”

Proving she’s utterly savage, Lisbeth gives Carlos’ cheek a light pat. “You’ll be okay, now put me down, I have to get dressed.”

TK has to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing at the betrayed look on Carlos’ face as he puts his daughter down. They watch together as she leaves the kitchen and heads for her room.

“You’ve stolen my kid's affections from me,” Carlos points a finger accusingly at him.

“Thank god you find me cute?” TK asks innocently, laughing when Carlos opens his mouth to argue only to close it again with a pout.

“Okay, point.”

“And thank god you love me?” TK continues, looking at Carlos from underneath his eyelashes, smirking when Carlos huffs again.

“Another point,” Carlos grumbles for precisely two seconds before he grins, and closes the space between them to kiss him before he can say another thing.

“Thank god you love me back,” Carlos says against his mouth, and all TK can do is nod. It’s the absolute truth, he loves Carlos and Lisbeth more than he ever thought he could love anyone.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me doing career day and not you?” he questions for the hundredth time since Lisbeth told them about the event and asked TK if he would do it.

Carlos smiles at him, that gentle, loving smile of his that never fails to make TK feel special and oh so lucky. “I’m sure, I like that she wants to show you off,” Carlos yawns. “Plus, I’m so tired, I doubt I’d make it through the whole thing. You’re going to be there all day.”

TK shrugs, he read Lisbeth’s teacher’s email, and Carlos is not wrong, with all the activities listed, TK would not only be taking Lisbeth to school, but he would also be bringing her back home with him since he was going to spend the day with her.

TK makes a face that has Carlos smirking, and he cups his jaw, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

"You're going to do great."

*

"Next, we have Lisbeth Reyes’ guest! Mr. TK Strand."

TK makes his way to the front of the room in his uniform, smiling out to the class of 3rd graders and their parents.

"Hi," he starts, swallowing nervously as 30-something pairs of eyes focus on him. "I'm TK, and I'm here to tell you about being a firefighter."

He makes eye contact with Lisbeth, his nerves settling as she beams at him, all but vibrating in her seat. He talks about the training it takes to become a firefighter, what he does on any given day, slipping in fire safety tips the way they do when kids visit the station. Before he knows it, his part of the speech is done, and he looks over at the teacher waiting for her to address the class again.

“Any questions for Mr. Strand?"

A few hands go up, they’re typical questions about being scared, and if you have to be strong to hold onto the pressure hose.

"One last question?"

A little girl, a seat over from Lisbeth, raises her hand. "Are you Lisbeth’s daddy?"

TK startles at the unexpected question. Looking around the classroom, his eyes land on Lisbeth for a moment.

“Ah, well, no, Lisbeth has a daddy, he's a police officer, I'm her…" he pauses, unsure how to finish the sentence. His eyes go back towards Lisbeth, but she's not looking at him, and something uncomfortable settles in his stomach. "I'm her TK," he finishes awkwardly.

Lisbeth still doesn't look at him, and TK doesn't know what he's done exactly, but he knows from the dread that builds inside him that it’s somehow wrong.

*

The ride home is quiet, every attempt at conversation is met with silence. TK watches Lisbeth through the rearview mirror, and where usually Lisbeth meets his gaze making funny faces, now she stares out the window with a single-mindedness that is impressive for an eight-year-old. He pulls into the driveway and shuts the car, pressing the button to open the doors.

“Lissy,” he starts, but Lisbeth is already taking off her seatbelt and jumping out of her booster seat. TK rushes to take off his own seatbelt while Lisbeth opens the door to his truck, heading for the front door of the house.

“Lisbeth, sweetheart,” he calls out, rushing to get to her, cursing when Lisbeth pushes the door open, he’s told Carlos a million times to lock it.

The man in question looks up from the couch with a smile on his face as they both come in. “Hey, how did it go?” he questions.

TK watches as Lisbeth looks at her dad and then at him, and with his heart in his throat, he watches as her eyes well up.

“Lisbeth?” Carlos questions, standing up from the couch as he notices the tears. “Nena?”

Lisbeth’s bottom lip trembles, and she bites down on it, shaking her head when he takes a step towards her. She turns on her heel, and before he or Carlos can stop her, she runs towards her room, slamming the door.

Carlos walks towards him with a frown on his face. “What the hell was that about?”

TK shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he says, running a shaky hand through his hair. “She’s mad at me about something, but I don’t know what I did,” he finishes, his eyes stinging as he looks up at Carlos.

Carlos’ frown deepens, and when he cups the back of TK’s neck, tugging him softly, TK curls into him, hugging him as he shakes.

“TK, baby, breathe,” Carlos orders as he runs his hands up and down his back. “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it.”

“She’s never been angry at me,” TK whispers into Carlos’ shoulder.

Carlos hugs him tighter, rubbing the back of his head. “Let me go talk to her, see what’s wrong, okay?

He pulls back, cupping TK’s face as he gives him a gentle smile. “You’ll see, it’s no big deal. Kids get angry, and then they get over it. Lisbeth loves you.”

TK gives his boyfriend a shaky nod, letting him go. Lisbeth is the one that’s upset and needs to be comforted by her dad right now, not him. “Go, and tell her whatever I did, I’m sorry.”

Carlos presses a quick kiss at his temple as he goes, leaving TK alone in the living room feeling miserable.

He heads towards the kitchen.

Lisbeth likes peanut butter sandwiches cut into shapes as a snack after school. He gets to work on the sandwiches, trying not to look at the time, eating the crusts when he’s done, and neither Carlos or Lisbeth come back out. He’s slowly losing his mind when Carlos walks into the kitchen, and TK must look a wreck from the way Carlos’ expression softens even more than usual.

Carlos crosses the distance between them, and before TK can ask, pulls him into a deep kiss. TK returns it on instinct, sighing into the kiss as Carlos takes his time with it. When he pulls back, Carlos is smiling at him.

“What was that for?” he questions, a little dazed.

Carlos lets out a soft laugh. “I just really love you, and Lisbeth.”

TK loses some of the warm, happy feeling Carlos’ kiss gave him, worrying again. “Is she okay?”

Carlos gives him another smile as he nods. “Yeah, baby, she’s okay, and she’s ready to talk to you.”

TK takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he says, taking the plate he got ready for her. He starts to walk away only to stop when Carlos takes hold of his wrist.

“For the record TK,” Carlos starts, the smile on his face is bright and beautiful. “I’m more than okay with what she’s going to ask you. Okay?”

TK frowns, confused, but he nods when Carlos doesn’t let go of him. “Okay.”

Carlos’ eyes twinkle. “Go, I’ll be out here when you guys are done.”

TK gives him another nod, still confused before heading for Lisbeth’s room. He takes a breath as he knocks softly on her door, opening it when she says come in.

TK steps into Lisbeth's room, finding her sitting on her bed, hugging the stuffed dog he won her the last time the state fair was in town. She looks up at him with those big brown eyes of hers, slightly red from crying, and it breaks his heart to think he was the cause of her tears.

“Hi Lissy,” he says, getting a soft hi back.

“Can I?” he gestures towards her bed, letting out a relieved breath when she nods. He places the plate on her side table and sits down on her bed. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, desperate. “I obviously upset you, and I’m so sorry. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Lisbeth hugs her dog a little tighter, and all TK wants is to take her into his arms and hold her just as close.

“When Marie-Anne asked if you were my daddy,” she starts, her voice above a whisper. “You said you weren’t.”

TK freezes at the comment, his heart, however, feels like he’s run a marathon, hammering in his chest. “Well,” he starts, feeling off-footed. “You have a daddy, sweetheart.”

Lisbeth looks up at him, rolling her eyes so hard it startles a laugh out of him, she’s totally learned that from him. “I know that TK, he’s my Papi,” she huffs out, the ‘duh’ in the sentence silent but obvious.

She looks away from him for a moment, before turning back at him, meeting him head-on. “But I want you to be my dad too,” she says, her bottom lip trembling again. “If you want.”

TK swallows hard, telling himself that now is not the time to cry, even as a ball of emotion gets stuck in his throat. “I would love to be your dad, baby,” he whispers, his voice cracking.

Lisbeth looks at him with doe-eyes, the beginnings of a smile on her sweet face. “Yeah?” she asks softly, and TK finds himself nodding rapidly, his eyes stinging.

“Yeah,” he gets out, meeting her half-way when she lets go of her toy and crawls into his lap, her skinny arms wrapped tight around his neck as she hugs him. He holds her close, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have this little girl care about him, but he knows that he’ll do everything in his power to never disappoint her.

“I love you dad,” she whispers into his ear, and all TK can do is tighten his hold on her.

“I love you too sweetheart,” he tells her, running a hand over her silky curls. “So much.”

*

TK walks out of Lisbeth's room, leaving her to change and eat her sandwich, feeling like he’s been hit with the emotional equivalent of a Mack truck.

“You okay?”

TK looks up to find Carlos watching him from the end of the hall, a look of understanding and love on his face.

“She wants me to be her dad,” he whispers, the tears he’s been holding back finally spilling down his cheeks.

“Come here,” Carlos opens his arms to him, and TK is already moving towards the love of his life, slamming into his strong frame in a rush to be held by him. Carlos wraps his arms around him, holding him close, his hands drawing small comforting circles on his back as TK tucks his face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m her dad,” he says again, still not believing the words.

Carlos makes a soft, reassuring sound against his ear. “Yeah, you are.”

*

TK lays back on their bed while Carlos moves around the room. The rest of the evening had gone fine, Lisbeth was back to her happy self, the day's upset forgotten as she told Carlos how cool TK was telling her class about his job. Lighting up when Carlos suggested that maybe her class would like a visit to the firehouse.

TK had to keep from crying when she turned her wide-eyes on him and ask 'Can we dad?' And he found himself texting his father about it before they were even done with dinner.

"You're a million miles away."

TK looks up to find Carlos watching him, a knowing look on his face. TK opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

Carlos nods in understanding. "Overwhelmed?"

TK nods back. "And scared shitless?"

Carlos laughs softly, coming over to sit next to him. "Sounding like a dad already. Welcome to the club, you'll be scared shitless for the rest of time."

TK gives Carlos a half-smile, leaning into Carlos hand when he cups his cheek. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asks nervously, letting out a sigh when Carlos presses his thumb at his pulse point.

"Am I okay with you loving my kid so much you want to be her dad? Or am I okay with my daughter loving the love of my life so much she wants you as her dad?" Carlos questions, smiling, and TK thinks it has something to do with the way his pulse jumps under Carlos's hand at the 'love of his life’ part. "Yeah, baby, I'm more than okay with it."

TK lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thank you," he whispers, not having to say out loud; he's thanking Carlos for loving him.

Carlos nods, letting him go, and TK frowns as he sees a nervous shake of his hand.

"To be honest, there’s only one thing I'm upset about," Carlos says teasingly, but that doesn't take away from the anxious glint in his eye.

"What?" TK questions.

"That Lisbeth gets to call you dad before I get to call you my husband," Carlos smiles softly at him, the love in his eyes making TK's breath catch.

"Carlos?" TK asks, shaky, his heart racing with hope.

Carlos doesn't answer.

Instead, he holds out his hand to TK, a simple gold band in the middle of his palm.

"I had it all planned, there were going to be flowers and candles everywhere, " Carlos starts, smiling when TK lets out a half-laugh, half-sob. "But then Lisbeth decided to propose first."

"Carlos," he says again, overwhelmed to say anything else.

"I love you, Tyler," Carlos says, taking his hand. "I think I loved you from the moment you climbed up the tree to get the damn cat down, and every moment since. You're a part of our family, Lisbeth wants to make it official and so do I. Will you marry me?"

TK nods rapidly, letting out a happy laugh when Carlos shouts excitedly, taking his hand to slip the ring on his finger, before pulling him into a kiss.

"I love you," he whispers against Carlos's mouth, his heart fluttering under his ribcage as Carlos tells him once again he loves him too.

*

TK watches from the balcony as his father greets Lisbeth's class and goes over the rules of safety for the firehouse. He starts to make his way down the stairs when his father calls him over.

He smiles out to the class, his smile growing wider when his eyes land on his baby girl, and he spots the brilliant grin on her face.

“Hello,” he greets them with a wave.

He touches his wedding band with his thumb, love, and pride filling him as he continues. “For those of you that don’t remember me, I’m TK Strand, Lisbeth’s dad.”