#and look how red and shiny TK’s eyes are

[decafdino]

happy wednesday! thank you to @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @henrygrass @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom and @emsprovisions for the tags! I've been sort of in a writing slump lately, but I did manage to do a little sprint for a bthb prompt fill so here's a bit of that:

"Case?" he asks. His jaw is on fire, but he wants answers.

TK sinks into his chair. "Maybe we should—no, we should wait to talk about this." He's quick to catch a lone tear as it falls, though he scrubs a little harshly at his skin. Carlos sees how red the area around his eyes is.

"Please." He needs to know. Not knowing is freaking him out.

TK holds his gaze only for a few seconds before wilting. He hangs his head. "Okay," he relents. "Okay, just—God, Carlos, this isn't easy. Um…"

More tears, followed by more scrubbing. Carlos wants to reach out and touch, but with his hands weighed down by metal, it's impossible.

"Somebody attacked you. In our home." TK looks at him, eyes shiny, gaze assessing. Whatever he's looking for, he must find, because he keeps going. "They, um, they broke your jaw. And your fingers. And the loft is sort of a mess—was a mess. I cleaned, but there's still…" He shakes his head.

[carlos-in-glasses]

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Something from Flashback Fic (which I'll start posting on Sunday!) It's 2021, the day TK and Carlos break up. Carlos is drawn back to the honky-tonk...

Smiling politely but tearfully at the barman, Carlos orders a tequila slammer.

The barman blinks. “Excuse me?”

“One tequila slammer, please,” Carlos repeats, “Actually make that two!” He’s only ever had a tequila slammer during Austin Pride, at a pop-up bar with rainbow awning called Mermen on the Rocks. The silver tequila was mixed with red food dye to become pink.

The barman raises an eyebrow. He’s an older guy – a gray-bearded biker type in a leather waistcoat. His arms are covered in aged, greening tattoos of snakes curling around daggers, thorny roses growing around crucifixes. “How about one shot for the road, and then you get a taxi home and drink lots of water, son?”

“No, no, no!” Carlos appeals with flare. “I can’t go home. I have to stay right here.” He spirals a finger and then bounces it against the bar. “Right here.”

“Why can’t you go home?”

“I don’t have one. I mean I do. I’m a homeowner.”

“Okay.”

“But I was staying with my…my…” Carlos keeps swirling his finger in the air, like he’s aiming to land on words visible only to him. “But! You know. Sometimes.”

“Ah. Yeah,” The barman smiles. He has a gold tooth. Shiny. “I think I get what you’re saying.”

“Thank you. You’re the only one who does.” He’s also the only person Carlos has talked to since TK fled from him at 2 p.m. this afternoon.

“Women trouble,” the barman says definitively.

“Something like that.”

“We’ve all been there.”

“I haven’t.”

“No?”

“I mean. I have. Literally with a woman.”

“Uh huh.” The barman surreptitiously fills a glass with water and pushes it towards Carlos slowly.

“But this is different. TK’s different.”

“Flowers. Chocolates. A groveling apology. It’s all we’ve got.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong.”

The barman stifles a laugh. “You almost certainly did.”

“All I did was buy an apartment for us. Without mentioning it. But like…it was meant to be a happy thing. A nice surprise. It was meant to be, like…hey I got you a piece of forever, and this piece of forever has great light, and it’s near clubs and that really good bakery. You know?”

“Sounds like a good forever to me.”

“I thought so.”

“Have a little water, son.”

Carlos seizes his glass of water in both his large hands, like he has the dexterity of a three-year-old. He sips from it gently. “This is good,” he says, as if the barman has given him something new and delicious. “My partner is totally sober. My ex, I mean.” His voice cracks as he cries. “I haven’t been drunk like this in a long time.”

“That does not surprise me.” The barman sighs and hunches, leans his folded arms on the bar to create a little privacy with his shadow. He lets the strange man cry in his presence, as many have done before.

“We had our first dance here. First kiss. First–”

“Son, look at me and listen,” the barman says firmly. Carlos does. He looks into friendly blue eyes surrounded by crinkled skin. “Tomorrow is a new day. You sober up yourself, and then you take that pretty girl the biggest box of chocolates your money can buy, and the biggest motherfucking bunch of roses too. You get down on your knees and tell her you love her with your whole dumbass heart. I’ve got no other advice for you, than to try.”

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[wandering-night19]

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I’ve been working the most on my 4x18 coda lately, so here’s some inspo and a snippet.

A gentle hand threading through his hair wakes him. The light has mostly faded from the sky, leaving it an inky purple with the barest sliver of a moon hanging in the distance. Blinking the sleep away, he yawns and stretches, pushing his head into Carlos’s hand as his fingernails scrape along his scalp.

“Sorry,” TK mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep. “How long was I out?”

Carlos chuckles. “The entire drive home. We’d barely gotten on the interstate before you were out like a light.”

TK rolls his head against the headrest so he’s looking at Carlos, his brown eyes, rich and soft as he stares at TK. Carlos takes his hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing the warm gold band encircling his finger.

“I can’t help that my husband wore me out.” TK reaches across the console with his free hand and pulls Carlos closer, meets him halfway. The kiss is slow and languid, like they’re learning and mapping each other, like it’s the first of many, like they haven’t spent the last week in each other’s arms. 

“Think you’re too worn out to make it upstairs?��

TK hums, biting his lower lip. “Depends,” he says. “What’s waiting for me upstairs?”

Carlos grins and gives him a quick peck. “Well,” his hand cups his husband’s neck, fingers curling in the hair at his nape. TK waits for the answer in anticipation, lips red and shiny from their kisses. Carlos leans over to kiss him again. “There’s unpacking and laundry and-” He kisses TK between each word, growing frustrated TK doesn’t let him finish, just grabs his face and deepens the kiss.

Eventually Carlos pulls back. “We’re going to get ticketed for public indecency.”

“It’s indecent to make me do laundry on my honeymoon.”

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[bultaonene]

tk Iliad au

As the strongest warrior, Jeongguk has the right to the biggest prizes, the best spoils of war. Gems and gold, the best riches the fallen city has to offer.

Turns out their most precious treasure isn't one made of gold. The un god's High Priest is Jeongguk's prize.

Jeongguk joined the war because Namjoon asked him to, not because he wanted to. But he doesn't mind the riches and the glory; humans are creature of greed, after all.

When Ilio falls under their attack, the city is ransacked. To follows the rules set by honor, Jeongguk - their champion, their winner - must be given the most precious trophy, the most beautiful of them all. Not doing so would mean angering the gods that have protected their favorite warrior, that have guided his longsword and blessed him with victory.

Ilio isn't famous only for its gold. Rather, the name of the city is spoken with reverence because it houses the biggest temple for the sun god, Elios, and it's blessed with his grace. Even its name is said to be an homage to their divine protector.

Even then, when the leaders of the war present Jeongguk his share of spoil, he doesn't expect for a person to sit among the treasures.

"The sun god's High Priest," someone murmurs in his ear and it's impossible not to notice the curious gaze, the reverent whispers. The priest is covered with a veil, a golden crown on his head. His clothes are weaved with gold, his hands decorated with multiple rings.

He looks perfectly at ease among the glittering gems and shiny pearls.

Someone approaches him and tries to grab his veil to uncover him, but the High Priest holds up a hand and the person stops before he can even graze the cloth.

He might be part of the losing side of the war but he's still a link to the gods. No one will underestimate him. The simple gesture was enough to stop a warrior twice his size, his hand thin but commanding, the order clear.

The priest grabs his veil then, holds the red cloth in his hand and starts to pull, uncovering his face. The veil comes off slowly, as if unwilling to part from its owner. As if it would prefer to keep him hidden some more.

And Jeongguk understands. He understands the need to shield the High Priest's face and he understands the crown upon his head, gold and shaped like sunrays, like a halo.

He wonders if maybe his fellow soldiers got it wrong. If they accidentally stole the sun god himself, took him away from his own temple and offered him to Jeongguk like a mere mortal.

Foolish, incautious people. How daring, how reckless.

But then the warrior watches him more closely and sees a slight tremble of his hand. A quiver to his closed lips, a glint of fear in his eye. A god fears nothing. A human that looks like a god hides his fear behind a impassible exterior.

But the High Priest has nothing to fear either. They declared him Jeongguk's, property of the strongest warrior.

Jeongguk kneels before him, taking the trembling hand in his own. He doesn't tear his gaze away when he kisses the back of his hand, then the bone of his wrist.

The High Priest is his to protect now. Nothing will touch him as long as Jeongguk still breathes.

[darkbluekies]

Can I request a one shot with a reader that managed to pick the lock and escape the hospital? (Dr.Kry)

Escaping a madman

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you pick the lock and escape doctor Kry. You don't know that he knows exactly where you live and decides to go get you back.

Warnings: yandere, drugs, obsession, mentions of killing, threats, non consensual kiss, kidnapping

Word count 1.9k

"All tucked in nicely?" he smiles, feeling the duvets with his hands.

You nod.

"Okay, good", the doctor continues. "Alright then, sleep well, Y/N, I will be back in an hour or so to check up on you. If there’s anything you need, just press the button on your bed and I'll be here in a heartbeat."

Doctor Kry thinks it's just one of your normal afternoon naps. If only he knew what you have planned. The very second the door closes behind him, you can hear the lock turning. You sprint up from your bed and over to the desk. You open drawer after drawer with your weak hands, already feeling how your head is spinning with all this movement and fear. Dr Kry could come back any minute if he suspects something and then he'll catch you red handed. Maybe that's why he started locking your door?

You can't take more of him. He's like a parasite that feeds off of you and he doesn't seem like he can get enough. You need to get away before he sews himself together with you.

Gosh, how you miss your family. Dr Kry barely tells you what day it is, so you don't know how long you've been separated. All you know is that it's too long.

You rummage through the small drawers until you find a paperclip. If you bend it enough, maybe you can use it as a lockpick?

You don't wait to find out. Quickly, you run to the door and insert the little metal stick into the keyhole. You poke around, trying to find the right trigger. Something has to be pressed to unlock the door.

You sit there for a good ten minutes before the lock gives in and clicks open. With a small, relieved smile, you open the door. You sneak out into the corridor, carefully looking around. You've barely left your room since you've come here. The only times you've been let out has been by Dr Kry’s side (and the few times you managed to run down to the cafeteria). The cafeteria is close to the entrance, right where you have to be. You know the way down to the cafeteria wonderfully.

You decide to take the elevator. Less people will see you that way. You only need once glance in the elevator mirror to grow cold. If you've ever seen a walking zombie, that'd be it. This hospital has turned you into a living dead.

As soon as the box you're in stops moving and the doors open, you brace yourself. Be quick, unnoticeable and brave. Don't stop if anyone asks you something … and if Doctor Kry sees you … run for dear life. He has to be the reason why you're looking and feeling like you do. Thankfully, no one seems tk bat an eye. Everyone is so busy with their own things that no one seems to see the person walking out the entrance in a hospital gown. Your heart is beating in your throat. Bare feet touch the asphalt and you gulp. You're free! You're outside! The fresh breeze caresses your body, welcoming you out, congratulating you for finally escaping.

Tears run down your cheeks as you run over to the payphone in the middle of the parking lot. You have to call your parents and have them pick you up before Dr Kry realizes that you're gone. Only problem? You don't have any coins. Desperately, you look around and find that someone must have dropped there on the ground. You pick up the two shiny coins and push them into the slot. Fingers shaking as you press the number buttons. A few signals pass by before it breaks off.

"Hello?" a familiar voice says.

"Mom!" you breathe out, near tears again.

"Y/N?! H-How are you feeling, you haven't let us see you-"

"No, it wasn't me, I promise. I-Ill tell you everything, just please come pick me up! Hurry!"

"I'll be there soon."

And so she hung up. You sink down on the asphalt and start to bawl. Feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. Hearing your mothers voice again, being outside, about to be picked up, being noticed by doctor Kry … it'll end your poor heart.

Fifteen minutes feel like two years. Your mom's car finally slides into the parking lot with a screech and is close to hitting another car. It stops right in front of you. Your mother jumps out without bothering to close the door behind her. She throws herself over you and you cling onto the woman as if this is the last time you'll ever see her. The familiar smell is hypnotizing, it makes you think of a better time, a time that feels so long ago. It's summer now and when you went into the hospital the snow was falling heavily from the gray sky. Either it's been a year and a half or six months. It feels more like the first alternative, but your mom hasn't changed at all, so you believe it's only been a couple of months.

She brings you into the car while asking a million different questions. You answer them all, but your body starts to lose the adrenaline. You slump back into the seat. Normally, you would be sleeping at this time and your body has adapted to your different nap times.

As soon as you come back to your childhood home, an immense feeling of exhaustion washes over you. You're home, you're finally safe.

You want to tell your family everything that has happened, but you think that you're going to faint if you don't get to sleep in your own bed again. They help you up to the second floor and place you gently into the bed. Everything around you is as you remember it. It smells like it usually smells, it looks like it usually looks and it feels like it usually does. You're home.

A weird noise wakes you up. Something sounding like a door creaking open. You open your eyes, but to your surprise, you can't see anything! You must have slept longer than planned. The moon is up outside your window.

You look around, noticing a figure in the darkness. As you're about to gasp, a hand slaps over your mouth. Only by the scent, you're able to identify the person.

"Shh, my little one", Dr Kry whispers and holds his other finger over his lips. "If you make any noise I'll kill them."

You don't have to ask who he means. Terrified, you shake your head as quickly as you can. He sighs, looking down into your pleading eyes.

"Why did you have to run away, hm?" he says sadly. "It was supposed to be the two of us. Don't you understand how scared I got when I walked into your room and saw that you weren't there? I looked at the security footage and you and so sheepishly walked out! I knew that you'd go here. You missed your family so much, didn't you, little one?"

Tears start to run down your cheeks, flooding down on his hand.

"Don't cry", Dr Kry whispers and bends down to lean his forehead on yours. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll remove my hand, okay? Remember that if you make any noise, I'll kill your parents. You don't want that, do you?"

You shake your head just as quickly again.

"Good", he whispers and removes his hand.

Your bottom lip trembles tremendously and you're about to let out a sob, but you bite your lip to prevent it.

"You're so pretty", Dr Kry whispers.

You shake your head. You saw your reflection in the mirror. Whatever he's done to you, it's anything but pretty.

"Yes, you are", he whispers and cups your cheeks softly.

His cold hands make you shiver. You pray that this is a nightmare. A side effect from the lack of drugs he's given you. But his touch, his breath, it's all too real.

Suddenly, his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You gasp and stare at him, too shocked to push him off.

Dr Kry pulls back and picks up something from his pocket. You notice how he's not wearing his doctor clothes. He's wearing a sand colored jean jacket and a pair of jeans. You can't tell what he picks up from his pocket, but it looks like a cloth.

"Take a big breath", he urges and presses it to your face, covering both mouth and nose. "Come on, sweetheart. Can’t you do that for me?"

You start to turn your head back and forth, but you can't escape his claws. The cloth follows your every move. You hold your breath and glare at him. He seems to be as calm as ever. He knows that you’ll have to breathe sooner or later. You can’t win. When you can't hold your breath anymore you're forced to breathe it in whether you like it or not. A dizzy sensation enters your brain, numbing it.

"There we go", he cooes. "What a good little thing you are, darling. Big breaths, good job. Don't be scared, when you wake up, you'll be where you belong again and we can pretend that this never happened."

The last thing you see is Doctor Kry’s blue eyes staring right into yours.

When you wake up, the sun is shining in your eyes. The groggy feeling in your head is making everything harder. You can’t seem to move or think. With half open eyes, you look around, finding that you’re back in the hospital. You lift your hands to rub your eyes, but your right hand stops. You look down. He’s handcuffed it to the side of the bed! In panic, you start to move your hand, hoping to get out of it.

The bathroom door opens and Dr Kry comes out, fixing his white lab coat. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. He smiles slightly.

“Oh, darling, don’t look so scared”, he says and nods at your cuffed wrist. “I had to do that to make sure you don’t go rummaging through my drawers again. If you can pick the door lock with a paperclip, I don’t want to know what more you can do.”

“L-Let me go!” you shout.

“No, I won’t.” He sits down on the side of the bed, right by your knees. “You need me as much as I need you … it’s just a matter of time before you realize that. You’re sick, Y/N, you can’t be out in the large world. Don’t you see that I’m protecting you? You need me to protect you. You can’t survive without me.”

“I hate you. You’re such a piece of shit!”

“You’re just frightened. I know you don’t hate me. You like me when I’m nice and I’ll be just as nice as you want me to be, but then you need to be a good little patient and not run around when you’re not supposed to. Promise me that you’ll never try to run away again. I didn’t touch your parents this time, but if you ever try again, I’ll burn down their house. Remember, Y/N, I’m good at making murders look like accidents.”

“No …”

“Yes. Promise me now. Promise that you’ll stay here for the rest of your little life and that you’ll never try to leave me again. Promise me.”

“I can’t …”

“I know where you live, I know where all of your friends live-”

“I promise! I promise to n-never leave you again. Please, just let everyone be. I’ll do whatever you want if you just let everyone else be!”

Dr Kry smiles cockily and kisses your forehead. You shiver and close your eyes. Can you ever escape this madman?

[segsforbreaky]

Nolan Patrick x Reader for @chicagoblackhawkslover96

Prompts; 14. “And there were two beds, but no one cared”. 38. “Just kiss already”. 39. “Everyone is having sex.”

Warnings: nsfw (sex, kissing, alcohol, cuss words, all that jazz.)

Summary: Y/n is TKs best friend and gets introduced to Nolan after a winning game, little did Travis know...

You didn’t know what to expect as you walked to the Flyers locker room with your girl best friend, Lana. Your other best friend was one of the Flyers best known forwards, Travis Konecny. Not by choice sadly. They had just won a game in Chicago against the blackhawks 4-2.

As you and Lana knocked on the door to the locker room, your face went red as The Flyers pretty boy opened the door, Nolan Patrick. His hair was glazed in a shiny coat, as he just hopped out of the locker room showers, a towel hung lowly on his hips. You cleared your throat as you looked away before speaking. “Travis wanted me to meet him in the locker room- after the game.” You had to take a breath between your words.

Lana had noticed and smirked, “but obviously he is busy, do you think you could show us around?” Lana asked with a devious smile as you glared at her. She had this way of knowing, and you despised that sometimes. Most of the time.

Nolans brows were raised in a bit of confusion? Intimidation? Who knew how Lana made the poor boy feel. He simply nodded, his roses cheeks a little rosier, you noticed as you walked in. You deterred your eyes from all the half naked teammates you’ve met many times before , not finding the upmost sense in wanting to see what you considered your older brothers pretty much naked.

Travis found you a few minutes later, greeting Lana with a hug, which you didn’t think too much of. He then ruffled your hair with his wet hand. He didn’t even bother to dry off before finding you. His mess of hair covering his eyes. “Ok shaggy I get it, your happy, now what did you want me to meet you here for again?” You asked as you crossed your arms, popping your hip.

Travis rolled his eyes playfully. “Ok Ms. ‘don’t be happy for your best friend that Just scored a goal’ “ he exaggerated. He chuckled before looking over and whistling to Nolan, who walked over, now having a pair of grey sweat pants with a yellow T-shirt. Nolan had a confused look, still having not spoken to you yet. You started to blush as he came over but hid it as you looked at Travis and him standing in front of you. “Y/n this is Nolan. Patty this is my best friend y/n”. Travis spoke with the most shit eating grin ever. He knew you’ve had a crush on Nolan since you first saw him in the draft.

Your jaw wanted to come unhinged. Was your brother really stupid enough to believe you didn’t know who the gorgeous, roses cheeked, long haired man in front

Of you was? You realized you had gone into shock as Lana had nudged you to bring you back to present day. You shook your head. “Um hi?,” you spoke. ‘Nice I so just blew it’ you thought to yourself as you saw Nolan uncomfortably move next to Travis.

Lana piped up beside you, “sorry about her, she’s grouchy, she didn’t have her margarita today yet.” She said with a small laugh, trying to make the uncomfortable smog go away.

Before you could reply, Nolan started speaking. “Well if that’s the case why don’t we change that,” he spoke as if he’d knew you since you were a kid. You were shocked. “She’d love to!” Your best friend answered as you stumbled to get your words out. The blood rushing to your cheeks as you nodded, “that would be nice- great! That sounds great..” you chuckled nervously as you moved a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Nolan had a smile sneaking into his face as he looked at you, “then it’s a plan, I’ll pick you up at 8.” He said. No. Told. He told you. There was no question. Travis had a smirk on his face when you looked back at your sneering best friend . Oh he was so dead when you got home.

“Bye Travis!,” Lana yelled as she dragged you back to her rental Jeep. Heading to the hotel you two were staying in to get you ready for your little outing with the Nolan Patrick. You were going to be sick.

“Lana I can’t do this, he’s my brothers teammate! He’s practically my brother!” You argued as she forced you into a slim fitting outfit. A pair of slim fitting ‘ripped in the right places’ jeans. That’s what Lana said anyway, and a low v-neck top with a pair of simple black boots to finish it off. She even did your makeup. “Ugh would you stop overthinking y/n! He obviously likes you, he asked you on a date for fucks sake!” She argued back.

After about an hour of you and your best friend arguing to eachother, you realized you were dressed and there was knock at the door. You gulped as you glanced at Lana, “what if-“ she had cut you off immediately. “Ah ah I don’t want to hear it, you’ll be fine, just be yourself, but don’t do anything I would do” she winked at you. You smiled at your best friend. “You so owe me a tub of cookie dough after today,” you relied. After a few last touched and making sure your wedgie wasn’t showing, you walked down stairs.

When you got to the door, you took a deep breath before you opened it with a smile seeing Nolan dressed in a button up, with a casual blue jeans and dress shoes. “hey-“ Nolan spoke before looking you up and down, “wow” he mumbled under his breath. Oh boy you were so falling. You smiled at him. “I hope I’m not to over dressed,” you said quietly. Nolan shook his head in disagreement, “are you kidding, no wonder TK never told us about you.” He chuckled. You blushed at the comment, had your best friend really not mentioned you for that reason? Oh well. Lana was spying from the stairs, texting Travis the whole time of what was happening. She decided to pop in “Oh would you just kiss already!” You sore you couldn’t ran right back up those stairs and tacked her at that moment, but you fight back the gasp that was fighting to escape your lips. Clearing your throat you apologized for your friend as you closed the door behind you. You realized he was blushing...

The car ride to the bar was relatively small talk, about Travis, hockey, Nolan’s hair and how it was perfectly styled. When you got to the bar he even opened your door for you, holding his hand around the low of your back as you walked into the bar. It wasn’t like any bar you had ever been taken to, it was gorgeous.

You two had sat down, he ordered his beer of choice as you ordered your favorite margarita. Nolan smiled as your eyes lit up as the taste hit your tongue. You covered your mouth with your hand “oh my gosh how have I never been here,” you said as you took bother sip, wiping the little residue off your lip with your thumb, looking up to see Nolan looking at you with hooded eyes. You grinned, you were going to enjoy tonight.

The rest of your time at the bar consisted of drinking way too much alcohol and having to order and Uber back to the hotel the team was staying at for the few nights they were here in Chicago. It was a beautiful city, you and Nolan sitting almost close enough to smell the beer off each other’s breath. You were pointing out the pretty lights against the Chicago night sky. Nolan looked at you with a smile, a needy one.

You got to the hotel, stumbling into the elevator you held yourself up again the Flyers forward. “You’re pretty,” you slurred slightly, almost to the point of blackout drunk. But if there was any night you wanted to remember when you woke up, it was tis one. Nolan chuckled at your complement, petting your head with a kind stroke of his hand. As the elevator dinged, he helped you to his room. Unlocking the door to see Travis... and Lana in bed together. Together!

Lana squealed as she hid herself under the white sheets. Travis wide eyed but laughing. You face palmed. “Oh whatever,” you said as you had Nolan in tow to the bed on the other side of the room. You kicked your shoes off before pulling your shirt over your head, retailing the black and orange lace bra you wore ‘just in case’ . Nolan’s jaw dropped as he stood there like a golden doodle drilling at a treat. You finished undressing before sliding under the sheets.

Your two best friends were drunk enough they forgot you were there, already back to their *buisness*. You snapped your fingers as you pointed to the spit next to you, “I will fall asleep if you aren’t beside me in five seconds Patrick.” Yup said as you took your hair out of the lose bun it was in.

Before you knew it, your skin was cold, the sheets having been pulled off of you for Nolan to get into the bed and make his way over top of you. You gasped at the sudden contact against your lips, the soft, yet rough sensation sending chills down your bare body. Nolan pulled away and shushed you quietly, nodding over to where your best friends had finished their love session and had fallen asleep. You nodded, understanding he wanted you to be quiet.

“You don’t want them hearing you now do you?” He whispered in your ear as he kissed down the skin of your neck to your collar bin, slipping the orange and black lace down your shoulders as his other hand had made it’s way behind your back and unclamped the lace from your body. He smirked as it slipped off your skin. You instinctively tried covering yourself. Nolan shook his head, gently pulling your arms away from yourself and putting them above your head. “Let me show you how beautiful you are,” he spoke as he finished undressing you and himself.

Needles to say, it wasn’t your first time, but boy were you nervous. Nolan was by far the most attractive man you’ve ever laid your eyes on, let alone been in bed with.

Nolan had magic hand on and off the ice, you were learning this very quickly. He had latched his mouth onto your little pink nipple, sucking and tugging gently, causing an eruption of feelings coarse through your body. You were enjoying every second of this, almost forgetting your best friends were to the right of you as a soft moan escaped your lips. The sound causing Nolan to hum against your sensitive skin, the vibrations almost pulling another sound out of you.

He had made his way between your folds, the warmth of your wetness engulfing his fingers as he dive into you, relentlessly. The rhythm he set drove you insane with euphoria, loving every second. The sudden stop caused you to whine, rolling your hips to try and find friction. “That needy are we,” he said in a raspy, now sex ridden voice. He smirked as he met your soft lips with his chapped ones. You heard Travis mumble and a soft moan from your best friend “Great, everyone is having sex,” you said breathlessly against Nolan’s lips, hearing subtle chuckles from Lana, the last you heard of her through the night.

You thrived against Nolan’s roughness, not ever thinking you would be squirming under number 19.

While distracted by the pace set by his mouth you tensed as you felt him push into you, hot and heavy, his cock no where near what you’ve had before. Reaching places you didn’t know were there before. You had to bite your lip as your eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted to the sheer size of this man. After a few minutes of him marking you up, leaving bruises with his mouth along your neck and boobs, your hips started to move, trying to feel every inch of him. He got the idea and started pounding in and out of you, you both knew neither of you were going to last long, not with how many drinks were in you and the sexual tension that had been pent up all night.

He sat up as he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your stomach, pushing back into you and he twisted his hand into your hair, pulling you up just to where you could barley hold your self up. The bed was betraying your promise of being quiet. Nolan was rough, and you loved it, smacking your ass as his other hand pulled your hips against his. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted as his thrust started getting faster and sloppier. Your hands fisted into the Sheetz as your mascara had ran down your face. You felt yourself clench around him before he pulled out, bellowing a hushed moan as he came across your back, breathing heavily. He took a second, before getting up and sneaking to the bathroom as you laid there in your own sweat and mascara, motionless. God forbid you had to fly back to Phili tomorrow..

Nolan returned with a warm cloth, cleaning you up and slipping his t shirt over your head, him already having his boxers on. He wiped your running mascara from your face, leaving kisses where he wiped. You were asleep by the time he got back to the bed after throwing the wipe away.

~~~Morning~~~

All four of you woke up Late in the morning, hungover and still smelling like sex. No one even bothered speaking a word of last night, except the team. “What happened to you guys-“ Claude Giroux asked with a confused look. “There were only two beds!,” Travis complained. “And no one cared.” Nolan added with a shrug.

You and Lana looked at eachother with red faces, laughing as you got onto the team bus. Til next time Chicago...

[kiras-sunshine]

tarlos valentine 2021 day 1 prompt: “babe please sharing is caring” + blanket hogging

words: 5111

summary:

“Are you seriously reading a WikiHow article about how to stop hogging the covers?”

"Yes"

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”This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” TK declares as he takes yet another forkful of the chocolate cake that Carlos has baked for his birthday.

He cannot remember when someone would have baked an actual cake for his birthday. They celebrate everyone’s birthday at the firehouse, but usually those are bought from the supermarket and they taste and look exactly like they cost less than five dollars.

His dad has threatened to bake something every year, but after the year when he served the dairy, butter and sugar free cake, TK had banned him from birthday related baking.

“Seriously,” he continues, gesturing towards the almost empty plate with his fork, “this cake made me fall more in love with you and I didn’t know that was possible.”

Carlos shakes his head, clearly in amusement, as he bites down his smile. He looks delighted and pleased.  “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like is an understatement,” he remarks and reaches over the narrow kitchen island to press a quick kiss on his lips.

The cake tastes amazing, rich and sweet, and the texture is fluffy, but firm. It looked gorgeous too, as if it were straight rout of the high-end confectioneries of Manhattan. He had asked where he had bought it before Carlos admitted, rather timidly, that he had baked it from the scratch.

TK hadn’t been expecting anything other than the supermarket cake, and honestly, he thought his birthday would be just grouped together with the firehouse annual Christmas party. Being born in December usually meant that it got joined with Christmas celebrations and it didn’t get to be a separate thing. TK is fine with it. It bothered him more when he was a child, but now he doesn’t mind that much.

Hoping that one day would be about him feels like a dumb, childish and selfish wish.  

Carlos had been uncharacteristically quiet about the upcoming birthday or any plans related to it, and TK had been almost convinced that he had forgotten the whole thing. It would have been fine if it were the case, but obviously, he hadn’t forgotten. Instead, he had gone all out.

TK knows he should have suspected something when Marjan had asked all slyly if he had any plans for his birthday when they all had been gathered around the firehouse dining table to eat the pathetic looking supermarket cake.

He had said no, and everyone had smiled like they knew something he didn’t, but he had brushed it off.

TK reaches scoop a forkful of the cake from Carlos’ plate, because his is almost empty, and he grins at him brightly. “Babe please, sharing is caring,” he chuckles.

Carlos rolls his eyes, but the fondness is too visible to make him seem even a tiny bit annoyed.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mumbles. There is no heat behind his words, and he pushes the plate closer to TK.

It’s obviously meant to be a joke and his voice is light, but still TK is aware that it is the closest thing to the truth anyway. He feels lucky, incredibly so.

Carlos is a kind, caring and loving person in general and it is evident in the way he does his job and the way he treats people around him, and TK is fully aware that he would be lucky to get just a fraction of the love Carlos has to give, but the fact that he has decided that TK is worth of all of it makes it a whole another thing.

Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Privilege, maybe.

He has started to notice lately that the English language doesn’t have nearly enough words to describe what he is feeling for him. But that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“I know,” TK eventually replies, several beats too late it to be counted as banter anymore and the fondness in Carlos’ eyes just grows.

He does steal another forkful of his piece of cake and lets his gaze wonder around the small cabin.

Instead of forgetting his birthday, Carlos had rented a cabin for three days. It is a couple hours away from Austin, located near camping-area, and while the cabin is small, it is still objectively really nice and fancy for a log cabin.

He looks at the dark brown wooden walls and the shiny marble kitchen island. He tries his best not to think how much money he has spent on his surprise.

Carlos had also coordinated it so that they both have the three days off around his birthday, and he had listed his whole crew’s, and his dad’s help, to do it, several months in advance. TK guesses there are certain perks that his boyfriend gets along with his family like a house on fire.

Carlos yawns. He blinks a couple of times, before focusing his gaze back to him. He smiles and it is warm and genuine one, but TK can see the redness of his eyes and the dark circles below them. He looks exhausted, even though he is trying to hide it.

“You should go to sleep,” TK points out, softly, as he places the fork on his own plate.

“I’m fine,” he insists.

In his opinion, it is a small wonder Carlos hasn’t collapsed already. He had pulled an fourteen-hour shift with some over time on top of it. After that he had still driven them up to the cottage and cooked him a huge dinner. It’s a bit unclear to him where he found the time to bake the cake, but the point is, he knows that he is tired.

He would know it without having all the details. They have been together for year and a half, and TK likes to think that he can read him. Understand all the little cues from his facial expressions and behavior. At the moment, everything he picks on screams that he is fatigued.

“You look like you could pass out from exhaustion,” he remarks.

“It’s your birthday,” Carlos argues, a little flatly, but he is poorly attempting to repress yet another yawn.

“I’m aware,” he says, amusedly, as walks around the kitchen island and reaches to take his hand into his own. He presses a soft kiss on his knuckles. “All of this is really nice, and I love it, but it also pains me to see you so tired.”

He blinks slowly, but his smile is lopsided, but still full of adoration. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

TK remembers faintly that he had told him on his last birthday that his birthday rarely was a priority, always getting entangled to the preparations of the holiday season, and he had certainly not meant anything with it. But Carlos, being a strong contender for the title of most considerate person in the world, had hung on his words and decided to indulge him on his silly wish of having a proper birthday.

TK had snorted when they had picked up the keys of the cabin and the receptionist had frowned when she clarified that there would be no Christmas decorations, per request, but Carlos had just grinned at him.

“And it is,” he reassures, squeezing his hand slightly.

It makes his stomach flip as he thinks how much effort he has put into the whole thing, just so that he would feel loved and cared for.

“Maybe,” Carlos admits softly, “but going to sleep before eight wasn’t really part of the plan.”

Carlos lets go of his hand, but places both of his hands on his waist and pulls him closer. TK has no objections against that, and he loves the feeling of their bodies being pressed together. He loves the closeness of it, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world to be so up in each other’s personal space.

“Yeah, just one of the many perks of dating a first responder,” he deadpans, resting his other hand on his bicep.

Carlos huffs amusedly. “Because there are so many of them.”

“Our never matching schedules,” he offers. He lets his other hand run along his spine and settles it to hold the small of his back.

“Monthly hospital visits.”

TK glares at him. “They aren’t monthly.”

“Bi-monthly,” Carlos corrects himself with a shit-eating grin and it makes his nose scrunch, and it is one of the most adorable things TK has ever witnessed.

“Constant fear and worry,” he adds.

He knows he should be almost used to it. Since early childhood, he has had to learn to live with the fact that one day his dad might not make it to home, and now almost everyone he loves and considers family risks their lives on daily basis to help others.

He should be used to it, but the truth is that he isn’t. The fear and worry still sometimes knock him off his feet and take over every part of his body, but he can cope with it. Most of the time. Although, he loathes the fact that his standards for a good day have been lowered to the simple rule of if they both make it home in one piece, it’s a good day.

Carlos nods and presses a soft kiss on his forehead. He doesn’t immediately pull away. “The way you smell like smoke,” he murmurs against his skin.

TK lets out a surprised laugh and the ghost of his kiss still lingers right above his eyebrows when he pulls away. “I could always shower again.”

He has gotten into the habit of showering at the firehouse when the shift ends, because Carlos does have a point about the smell hazards. Most of the time he reeks after the shift and he had rinsed his skin today too, and the shift hadn’t been terrible. Only one fire at the 24-hour diner when their deep fryer had caught on fire, but that was hours ago.

“You’ve smelled like it since the day we met,” he points out, “I’m not sure a shower is going to help.”

“Hey,” TK protests, but he doesn’t bother to hide his grin.

“I wouldn’t change any of it for anything,” he says under his breath, “apart from fearing for your life.”

Over the couple of years, he has known Carlos, he has noticed that certain things happen when he gets thoroughly exhausted. His accent becomes thicker and he becomes sappier than usually and he starts to lack a certain filter. It’s mostly just amusing and endearing, and he loves that side of Carlos just as much as any other, but he also wants to take care of him.

It makes a certain kind of knot of uneasiness to form in his stomach knowing that he is burning the candle from both ends for him.

“I know, me neither,” TK reassures, softly, but pushes him a little backwards, “but seriously, you should go to bed. And you don’t even have to go alone.”

He is also a little weary after the shift. His muscles are achy, and he wouldn’t mind sleeping around the clock. And as always, seeing Carlos yawn, makes him sleepy, too.

“Your pickup lines are terrible,” he retorts, but takes a couple steps backwards towards the bedroom.

TK snorts. “They worked well enough on you.”

He still keeps walking backwards, his left shoulder only slightly bumping against the doorframe as he enters the bedroom. “They didn’t. I didn’t need pick-up lines, it was that damn smile.”

He ought to add getting complimented by him to the list of things he should be already gotten used to, because Carlos does it a lot. It’s a casual comment here and there, and it definitely isn’t always about his looks, but still no matter how many times he hears them, they always make his stomach twist in a best way possible.

Even now, the bubbling feeling of happiness settles into his chest and his lips are curling into a smile, and he knows it’s giving away everything he is currently feeling. The happiness and adoration mixing into together and spilling out as a soft and bright smile.

“That’s the one,” Carlos whispers, contently and almost in awe, and few seconds later his fist is full of the soft fabric of TK’s grey sweatshirt and he is pulling him close again.

“Yeah,” TK finds himself saying, but he cannot tear his gaze away from his lips and judging by the glint in his brown eyes, he has noticed it too, despite the sleep deprivation.

Sometimes, most of the time really, it is like electricity humming underneath his skin when Carlos looks at him. It feels like it now, too, and while they established very early into their acquittance that they are into each other. It was painfully obvious from the way they glanced each other while dancing and from the way they ended up hooking up within an hour.

Still, TK cannot help but marvel the that the feeling of sparks and electricity is still there, but it is still different. All the rush and fumbling are gone because there is more certainness now, of that the other is not going to disappear and that any of the lingering touches would be the last ones.

Now, every moment is like a small declaration of love.

He tugs the hem of Carlos’ shirt and gently yanks it upwards and helps him to undress it and Carlos helps him to get rid of his sweatshirt and tosses it somewhere on the floor. Suddenly, his lips are on his again, and the kiss is soft, but it still makes TK’s heart beat faster and toes curl up with want.

He runs his hands along his arms and squeezes his left forearm slightly. “Mmh, not when you’re that tired,” TK mumbles against his lips.

He knows where it is heading unless he breaks it off, and while he wants to, it still defeats the whole purpose of his grand plan of Carlos getting enough sleep.

Carlos immediately takes a step back, like he always does when he lets him know he is not up for something, and his smile is mischievous, but still a little flustered. “I’d not fall asleep on you,” he adds, as he takes off his sweatpants, but this time he folds them neatly and picks up their shirts from the floor.

“You have,” TK points out, kindly, as he gets rid of his own pants, “and you probably would now, too.”

Since their schedules don’t always match, they tend to take up any opportunity that arises, but a couple of times, after double digit shifts, Carlos has fallen asleep before they have even properly started, and it’s no big deal. TK knows he has fallen asleep on him too.

He mostly finds it endearing, but it also means to him that Carlos trusts him enough and is comfortable enough to fall asleep without a second thought to it.

Carlos just hums amusedly as a response and gets into the way too huge bed.

The bedroom is tiny, and the bed takes a ridiculously big part of it, but he is surprised to find it to be incredibly soft and comfortable. Still, as TK sits on the bed, he pushes his pillow closer to his because he is not sleeping twenty inches away from him.

He settles down, lying right next to him and Carlos immediately drapes one arm over him, resting it on his chest and nuzzling his shoulder. TK’s hand fumbles a little until it finds Carlos’s other hand and curls his fingers around his.

“I’m--,” Carlos starts, quietly, but TK cuts him immediately off.

“Don’t you dare apologize again,” he says, softly. “This is all I ever wanted and it’s perfect.”

He runs his fingers along his forearm. He hopes that he knows that he doesn’t mean the cabin or any of it, but just that he gets to spend his birthday with him.

Twenty-year-old TK would have laughed if someone would have told him that his best birthday would be in rural Texas, but there he is, more content than ever.

“How did you know what I was going to say?”

He glances at him. “I can hear you think.”

Carlos exhales softly and TK can feel his breath against his bicep. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. You deserve all of it and more.”

It has been a long process to learn that he deserves nice things and to be loved, because of everything and despite of everything. He has Carlos to remind him about it occasionally, but still he cannot help but wonder what he has done to end up with more love than he could have imagined a couple of years ago.

He turns his head to press a gentle kiss on his temple. “Why this place?”

TK has wondered about it since the moment they arrived. He has never heard about the place before and albeit, his knowledge of anything about Texas outside of Austin is a little wobbly, but the whole place seems to be quiet and has a little hole-in-the-wall feeling to it, like you would have to know about its existence to find it.

“It’s a dumb story,” he murmurs against his shoulders.

“I wanna hear all of your dumb stories.”

Carlos shifts a little. “We came here with my family when I was maybe thirteen,” he starts, slowly and absentmindedly tracing some sort of pattern against his ribs. “I loved this place, and we had great time, but it still filled me with dread ‘cause the place was full of happy couples and families, and I was pretty convinced at that age that I couldn’t ever have any of that on my own.”

His heart breaks a little as he listens to him. He meant his words that he wants to hear all of his stories, dumb or not, but now he regrets a little of ever asking because he knows that his coming out process hasn’t always been the smoothest and deep south hasn’t been the most forgiving place for him to live and grow up.

“But,” Carlos continues, “I had this dream that one day I’d bring here someone I’d love.”

TK breath almost hitches in his throat. It’s almost too much, but in the best way possible. To know that he has had that idea in his head for years and that he decided that he would be worthy of being a part of that. It makes his heart soar.

“I did try to warn you it was dumb,” he mumbles, taking his silence in the wrong way.

“It’s not dumb,” he rushes to say, “it’s actually really sweet.”

It’s not the most eloquent response, but it’s too difficult to pinpoint anything he is currently feeling or to put them into comprehensible words that would reflect any of the love he has for him.

“Yeah, well, you’re the only one I’ve brought here, so there is that too,” he adds, his gaze focused on his jawline, but he looks up to his eyes too, with the softest of smiles.

He is convinced his heart is going to burst. “Thank you for sharing it with me,” he whispers, right below his ear, “and for including me in it.”

They lay there for a moment, in silence, only listening the steady breathing of each other’s, but eventually TK sits up to reach the corner of the duvet and tries to settle it so that it covers both of their bodies.

“Are you going to hog all the blankets again?”

Carlos has closed his eyes already, but his voice is light and teasing.

“I don’t hog ‘em.”

He sputters out a laugh, and it’s warm, happy and genuine, and TK loves to hear that particular laugh.

“Oh, so I’ve been sleeping without one willingly for a year and half,” Carlos asks, quizzically, but it looks like another fit of laughter could erupt from him at any given moment.

“What?”

“You always steal the blankets, even if there are two,” Carlos explains, sounding almost fond as he looks at him.

“I don’t?”

TK hates how it sounds like a question to his own ears, too. He is aware that he moves a lot in his sleep, and his ex-boyfriends have given him so much shit about it, which is also why he tried to avoid staying the night when he started seeing Carlos.

Nothing is more charming than elbowing significant other in their sleep or kicking their shins. Still, Carlos has never said anything about the way he sleeps.

He knows that their bed is a goddamn mess every time they wake up, the blankets are usually disregarded somewhere, and they are not in the same positions as they fell asleep to, but he had no idea that he was the main cause of it.

“Mhm, you do,” Carlos hums, his eyes closing again.

TK shoots perplexed glance at him. “Why haven’t you woken me up?”

He is a little more than appalled that apparently he has been doing it since the beginning of their relationship, but he is only hearing about it now.

Carlos opens one of his eyes, squeezing the other one shut. “Yeah, wonder why I haven’t woken up my boyfriend, who on regular basis pulls twenty-four-hour shifts,” he mumbles, but there is nothing but kindness in his voice.

“You could have,” he argues, flatly.

“I’ve tried to steal them back sometimes,” Carlos admits, his gaze landing back to him, and his eyes are gleaming. “But there’s no point. You just steal ‘em back. I’ve extra blankets, too, but there is no limit to how many blankets you hog in a night.”

Not for the first time around Carlos, TK finds himself to be a little loss for words. This time it is because of completely different reasons, he is a little too stunned and confused to talk.

“The way you clutch to them and collect them is almost adorable,” he adds with a low chuckle.  

“So, every time you have said you sleep better when I’m there with you has been a blatant lie?”

He almost wants to laugh. It’s a bit more than ridiculous that he is only learning about his own nocturnal habits now, and Carlos has told him multiple times that he sleeps more soundly and deeply, that he feels safe, when he is around, and he has always found that a little more than endearing, but now it feels impossible to wrap his head around that it would be anywhere near the truth.

“Nope.”

“You really expect me to believe that the best sleep of your life happens without blankets?”

Carlos blinks, but the look he gives him is soft and laced equally with love and fondness. Still, he gently pokes him in between his ribs. “Am I in the habit of lying to you?”

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer,” he replies, easily and effortlessly, as if he has accepted the fate of sleeping without any blankets, ever.

TK grunts and picks up his phone from the nightstand and starts typing.

“Are you seriously reading a WikiHow article about how to stop hogging the covers?” Carlos questions, as he peaks the article he started suddenly to browse through.

“Yes.”

He cannot put his finger to what actually bothers him about this small revelation so much. The unnamed feeling in his chest grows and it starts to resemble something similar to guilt, even though some logical part of his brain is telling him that there is no reason to feel that way.

He can admit that it makes him uneasy to know that Carlos has stayed silent about it for so long, especially when it must have affected the way he sleeps, too.

Carlos chuckles, softly. “It’s not that big of a deal, Ty,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

“Apparently we could sleep separately,” he reads aloud as he scrolls through the surprisingly long article.

“Out of question,” Carlos replies, without missing a beat.

He huffs in some sort of agreement. It’s not the solution he would be eager to try any time soon, but he wants to find something tangible to make the uneasiness in his heart to go away.

“Somehow trap the covers underneath the mattress, smaller bed, bigger blankets--,” he continues to slowly read as he makes through the list, until Carlos gently yanks the phone away from his hand and places it face down on his chest.

“We don’t need to do any of that,” he reminds, “I sleep perfectly fine. You cling like an octopus and you’re like a walking radiator, I don’t need a blanket. And above all, I like sleeping with you.”

It’s a tiny confession, but he sounds sure of it and there is genuine fondness in the way he says it, and he cannot help but believe that he means it.

TK loves the way they sleep. There is so much closeness in it. Their bed is pretty wide, but every time he wakes up, they are close and touching each other, in one way or another. A hand resting on a thigh, fingers against hip, face pressed against shoulder blade, entangled legs and arms.

He is pretty convinced there are no moments when they are not touching when sleeping. He sort of likes that. That they drift towards other, even when they are completely unaware of it. They move in their sleep. Carlos always falls asleep on his side but ends up lying on his back. He moves around a lot more, but the fact that they always wake up pressed together, means that they move together.

When the other moves, the other follows. Invisible string connecting them in their dreams. Like magnets pulling each other in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Carlos continues to fill in the silence, “I knew you’d get stuck in that beautiful mind of yours about it, but I didn’t know it’d bother you this much.”

There is a question hidden, and he knows he is giving him the space not to answer, but he wants to.

TK groans, quietly and softly. He places the phone back on the nightstand and rubs his own face. “It’s just that—you simply decided to put up with it,” he tries to clarify, still trying to make sense of the emotions that keep bumping against each other inside of him, “instead of telling me to do something about it.”

He knows that he cannot control what he does in his sleep, but he would still like to try and make it better.

“I get that, but sayin’ that I’m putting up with it makes it sound too negative,” he says, exhaustion leaking back into his voice just slightly, “and I’d have told you if truly bothered me, but it doesn’t.”

“Yeah.”

He strokes his side, in slow moments, with his thumb. It sends small shivers along his spine. TK glances back at him, but his eyes are closed again. “I love you and I’ll gladly sleep without a blanket for rest of my life, it’s a small price to pay.”

Silence follows, and TK can feel how he tenses up slightly next to him. It’s a small change, but he knows him well enough to spot the difference.

“That’s pretty much wedding vow material already,” TK jokes, planting another kiss on his forehead because he wants him to know it is okay, and that he is not freaking out about any mentions of their shared future, and that he can say stuff like that to him.

That he wants to hear it.

Some of the tension immediately leaves his body when he pulls away from the kiss.

“I know,” he slurs, sleepily. “I should write it down.”

“Height of romance.”

He laughs, even though he manages to make it sound tired too, but it is still a beautiful sound. “Damn right it is.”

“I’m gonna buy a bigger duvet when we get home,” TK declares.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, but I want to.”

It might not help anything, and Carlos does seem pretty content with their current arrangements, but he still needs to do something. To try, at least, even if it is something as small as blanket hogging.

Carlos opens his eyes again, clearly fighting off the sleep. “Promise something.”

He is a little surprised by his words, but he cranes his neck on the pillow so that he can get a better look at his face. “Anything.”

“Don’t start to overthink it, the way you sleep isn’t something you should actively think about. You’ll only lose sleep,” he tells him.

TK knows he has a point. It’s definitely an easy rabbit hole to fall in, and to become too self-conscious about every moment and not being able to relax and just be. Maybe he should take Carlos’ word for it.

“I’ll promise I’ll try my best to get over the fact that I’ve forced you to freeze your ass every night for over a year.”

Carlos’ eyes are shut, but the grin that forms on his lips is bright and brilliant. “We live in Texas, it’s hot and humid most of the time, my ass is fine.”

“It is.”

He laughs again, mostly against his fluffy pillow. “How did we end up having this conversation?”

“About us, the blankets, the future or the future of our blankets?” TK asks, deadpan, just to mess with his sleep deprived brain.

“Any of it?”

“I don’t know, you started it,” he tells him, amusement shining in his soft voice

“I’m too tired,” he half-slurs, but the smile still lingers on his lips.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” TK points out, kindly, and moves his other hand to run through Carlos’ hair, massaging his scalp soothingly.

“You’re right,” he breathes out, and TK can hear the smirk in his voice, “just this once.”

He laughs quietly, trying not to stir him any more than necessary, and he thinks he might have already fallen asleep, and he almost startles when he hears his voice again.

“Ty?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t need any blankets, just need you.”

He would have expected his voice to be light, teasing and joking, but it sounds surprisingly sincere and like it half-accidently escapes away from his exhausted mind, but it sounds still so goddamn sincere that it makes TK’s heart flutter.

“Smooth,” he remarks, quietly, unsure what to do with all the happiness that keeps bubbling inside of him, but the only reply he gets is the quiet and steady breathing.

[kortsitron]

Such A Cute Face

Relationships: Peter Parker × ShortMale! Reader { Strangers }

Location: New York

Time: Night

Warnings: Swearing

AU: None

Imagine: Some guys wants to attack you, but Spider-man saves you.

[A/N]

I just had read a oneshot of Spider-man saving a reader and I thought "Hey, why I shouldn't do something like that myself?". Also, please don't judge the fighting part, I'm still learning how to describe it so it will get better with every oneshot (I hope so haha). So here we go, hope you enjoy it! ^^

(Y/N) was going back home from his friend's birthday party. It was middle of the night in the New York, which made tennager feel unsafe and stressed. He was a small guy and he knew, that he couldn't fight. He didn't knew how, he thought he was too weak for that. (Y/N) just wished strongly about not getting hurt or anything like that.

Young male tried to relax himself by thinking about positive things, like his pet waiting for him at home, eating something or just about sleeping in his bed. He smiled. It really made him happy to think about these things.

Unfortunately he got interrupted by the footsteps behind. Male tensed up a little and got even more stressed then a moment ago. Then started walking a little bit faster, hoping the person behind is not going to do anything to him. The footsteps were faster and louder, at some kind (Y/N) heard like there was more than one person. He wanted to run, but he thought it was to suspicious. It was his mistake, he should run.

In a few seconds, strong arm wrapped around him, while the other one was holding a knife tk his neck. Other guy got right in front of him.

"Well, well, well." The one with black hair spoke. He was the tallest one of the duo. "Look what we got. A little, scared boy." He laughed a little.

(Y/N) was breathing heavily, tears were in his eyes, he was trying to move, but--

"Don't ya try to move. I don't think ya this in your neck." The one holding said.

"Don't scare him. This baby is about to cry, anyway." He rasped and looked down at (Y/N) with a smirk. "Be a good boy and give us what you have." Tennager shook his head. "I'm not asking. Give me the fuck whatever you have with you."

"I-I dont have much!" (Y/N) cried. "Please, leave me alone!"

"What a pussy." The one behind groaned.

"I don't think you should treat anyone like that." Voice interrupted, it was a familiar voice. "Let the boy go."

"Or what? Are you going to bite me like a fucking spider?" The one in front laughed. Spider-man got used his his webs and glued the black haired man to the wall, then he jumped in front of you.

"Don't move any-fucking-closer!" The guys with (Y/N) yelled and stepped back. "I will kill him if you do!" His voice wasn't confident enough to made a hero be afraid even a little. He pointed in webshoters on him and the way (Y/N) was holed was even tighter and the knife was even closer to his neck.

"Please help me!" He shouted. Teenager's eyes were red and shiny.

Spider-man jumped behind both of them and quickly used his webshoters to get the man away from (Y/N). Lucky, nothing happened to him, but he got the ground. The man got glued to the wall like the first guy.

Spider-man got (Y/N) onto the building and started checking if he was was okay.

"Nothing happened to you?" The taller boy asked, his voice was soft now. (Y/N) heard how much Spider-man cared.

"I'm fi-ine." He hiccups, wiping his tears from his blushed face.

"Great. How about I get you home? New York is not safe in the night as you saw." He said.

"It's a... a good idea. I'm living in the centrum of the city, in big light brown building." He muttered, embarrassed a bit.

"Alright." Spider-man begun and grabbed (Y/N) by his waist. "If you will hold me tightly, It would be fantastic." He laughed a little.

"O-okay." Smaller male replied quickly and done what a spider-man told him to do.

A few second later the were "flying" around the city. (Y/N)'s hugged hero tighter, with cause a giggle from the other male. A minute after, they were finally in the place the should have been.

When they got on the ground, (Y/N) stepped back and looked at the hero.

"I guess it's time for me to go." Spider-man said, his hand was scratching the back of his name. "It's was nice to meet you... em..."

"(Y/N). And it was nice to meet you too, spider-man." He smiled, which also made the other male smile. "Thank you for saving me."

"It was nothing much. I'm glad that I could save such a cute face." The way he said that, it was full of confidence.

"Whaahahat?" The smaller male laughed nervously, not knowing how should react about the complement.

"I'm saying that you're face is cute." He said once again. "I really would like to take you out, you know a like date, but I don't if you're into guys."

"O-oh! I'm actually into guys, so if you would like to go somewhere sometime I would love to."

"Nice. How about tomorrow at the park or something like that?"

"S-sure!"

"Great! See you tomorrow, cutie!" And then spider-man left (Y/N) alone with a lot of things in his head, red cheeks and a smile. Who would think that a night like this could give him a date.

[yjk-imagines]

Preview from a future fic I'll be writing

Warning for partial nudity. Nothing seggsy, just changing clothes.

When you went through the things that Jaina had been through with her friends, the concept of privacy and personal space went out the window. And she didn't mind it one little bit. Jacen was sitting on Tenel Ka's lap, and Lowie was sitting on the bunk that the twins usually shared, playing with Jaina's wookie doll. It was a testament to her explicit trust of her friends that she didn't rip it out of his hands and hug it tightly. Jaina herself was sitting on the bench in the Rock Dragon's hold with her feet on Zekk's lap. Zekk was attempting to fix a part he'd brought from the Lightning Rod, but was struggling because Jaina's feet were tapping out the beat of the latest Bith hit.

"Masters and Mistresses," Em-Teedee interrupted their comfortable silence with a soft chime over the comms as he monitored their flight from the cockpit.

"We are coming up on Canto Bight. It would be prudent to prepare your disguises now."

"Thanks Em-Teedee!" Jaina called. Lowie growled an affirmative.

Tenel Ka gave Jacen a nudge, and despite the big, soft brown eyes he stared at her with, she kept nudging him until he fell onto the floor.

"The closet should be over here." Tenel Ka opened the double doors and the fabric nearly took off Jaina's eyebrows as it gasped for breath after being squished inside.

"Huh," Jaina grinned, "Maybe the Ta'a Chume has a few good ideas every now and then."

Tenel Ka graced Jaina with a rare smile, "This is a fact."

"Okay," Jacen slicked his hair back at the fresher unit, "Let's go over our roles one more time."

"You don't have a role," Jaina shoved a stylish Corellia-cut suit at her brother, "You, TK, and I are notable enough to have a alibi for being on Canto Bight."

"Yeah, but the holonet doesn't know anything about us. Uncle Luke said that Canto Bight is always swarming with paps, so this is our big chance to create the persona that we want the rest of the galaxy to know."

"You've been crafting a big, dramatic backstory this entire ride, haven't you?"

"I have." Jacen admitted with a huge, dorky grin.

"Hear me out;" Zekk pulled out his ponytail, "A playboy."

Jaina hummed and hawed, then looked at Tenel Ka, who already had her poker face ready to go, "It might work, if he had any girls to play."

"Hey!" Jacen protested, "It could work!"

Not with his one and only girlfriend by his side all night. Jaina rolled her eyes.

Canto Bight had connections to Black Sun, and so at the request of the new owner, Master Skywalker sent five of his newly minted Jedi Knights to snuff them out. Jacen, Jaina, and Tenel Ka would play the heirs come to have a night out, spend all their money, and sniff out suspicious activity. Zekk and Lowie would play bodyguards.

Lowie wore pieces of the same suit Zekk had squeezed into, and the boy from Ennth envied him.

"It feels too tight," He said, trying to move his arms without tearing the suit.

Jaina tried to hide a chuckle, "It makes you look more intimidating." She told him.

"Friend Zekk, there is another suit here that would perhaps fit you better," Tenel Ka tossed it to him. This style of suit was mostly black, with purple accents. It hugged his hips, but comfortably, and the sleeves allowed for more movement while concealing a couple of holsters on his arms. He placed a single tiny blaster on his right arm, just in case, and tucked his lightsaber into the two on his left.

"Still intimidating?" He asked.

Jaina, who was still indecisive about what gown to wear, looked him up and down. "Let's try a fake scar," She suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, you look like you have a babyface."

"Are you saying I'm not intimidating?"

"Zekk, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you're about as intimidating as Nicta."

Zekk had no idea how to react to this. His mouth moved back and forth as Jaina grabbed the makeup kit. "I was the Darkest Knight!" He defended.

Lowie growled, badly stifling a fit of laughter.

"Lowbacca is correct. That is not who you are anymore." Tenel Ka decided on a slim number in neon green, with a matching sash of green, blue, and yellow taffeta.

Zekk sighed, "Well, good to know all the time spent meditating on my actions and taking responsibility really worked."

"Hold still," Jaina pushed down gently on his shoulders to get him to sit in the chair. She began to draw a long white line over his eye, reminiscent of the scar on Anakin Skywalker's face. Zekk waited patiently, but with exasperation, for the whole process of blending, shading, and contouring to be finished. By the time Jaina was done, Lowie had brought them out of hyperspace and everyone else was dressed.

"Am I beautiful yet?" He asked.

"Very," Jaina promised.

"For a mechanic, I am impressed with the attention to detail you gave my makeup," Zekk said, examining himself in the closet mirror.

"Hey Jay! check it out!" Jacen said. His hair was spiked up in the front, and face was painted with the craziest amalgamation of colors and powders he could concoct, reminding everyone else of Raynar's robes.

"You like it?" He asked his bewildered sister, framing his face with his hands, "I'm thinking rich bad boy with a heart of gold."

"Perfect! You're bad at everything!"

Tenel Ka stepped in between the twins before they could start fighting and smear the makeup on Jacen's face.

"I thought that you might find this dress fashionable, yet comfortable enough for your tastes," She held out a pile of fabric, and Jaina could hardly tell where it started and where it ended.

First of all, she noticed the red cape. Two buttons, stretchy material, and an endless amount of opportunities. She was sold immediately, but even more so when she noticed the white pants that went under the whole ensemble.

"The shirt is more of a tunic, and can be worn with or without the pants, though I assume you would prefer the pants?"

"Um, yes!" Jaina immediately began to change, trading her cargo pants for the long white pants that, while shiny and white, fit more like Zekk's bodyguard-style pants. She was in love. They came with a matching set of white heels, but who cared when she got to wear pants to a fancy, stuck-up party?

And then she had to change her shirt.

Zekk froze, staring at her collarbone. The familiar pattern of spindly white lines trickled into existence, blossoming with the faded black and blue of bruises from lightning and gathering together beneath Jaina's bra.

"Jaina, what is that?" He asked, his voice shaking.

Jaina looked down at her chest. It hardly pained her nowadays, but yeah, it was there.

"Uh, lightning scar?" She quickly pulled the white shirt on, not nearly as excited about her disguise now.

"No, Jaina," Zekk's voice was low, and bristling with sharp, pointed syllables. "That is not a natural lightning scar and those kinds of bruises only come from Sith lightning."

He stepped closer to Jaina, who didn't move. The whole ship was deathly silent as Zekk's anger rippled outward into the force.

"Jaina," His voice held a hint of softness as his fingertips brushed against her hand, "Who did this to you?"

[eringurumi]

Tahm Kench Pattern

Hey friends! I got a request to share my Tahm Kench pattern... I am sorry to admit, I crocheted this guy YEARS ago and in kind of a fugue state, so I don’t know how helpful my notes will be. But we can do our best! Seriously though, if you’re trying to use this pattern and have a question, please ask because I’m sure there is something I missed or was unclear with. And as usual, if anyone uses this pattern, please link back to my page, and tag me or send me a picture! I’d love to see what people make!

I used 3 mm crochet hook, and as I mentioned in my hummingbird pattern, don’t remember what kind of yarn I got, but it was pretty thin and shiny... and the other yarns were all I believe some kind of Red Heart scraps. Find what works for you!

^Head:

Ok, this is the hardest part I think, so if you get through this you’re golden. Here was my strategy for making the head! It’s pretty flat (not a lot of max-stitch rows), and I made a big gaping mouth that we’re gonna add the inside to later. I also want to make a note here, that since I was using such thin yarn I had to make my circumference pretty long (48 stitches), but I think with even a relatively non-thick yarn (for example, Red Heart Super Saver), that many stitches will make a MUCH larger product, so, adapt as you see fit...

6 sc in a magic circle

inc 6x to make 12 stitches

(1 sc, inc) 6x to make 18 stitches

(2 sc, inc) 6x to make 24 stitches

(3 sc, inc) 6x to make 30 stitches

(4 sc, inc) 6x to make 36 stitches

(5 sc, inc) 6x to make 42 stitches

(6 sc, inc) 6x to make 48 stitches

1 row of 48 stitches

Ok, here’s where it gets a little tricky: to make that wide open mouth, instread of crocheting into the loops I made a 20 stitch long foundation single crochet chain (it’s like a slightly fancier chain, it takes longer but looks cleaner and is harder to get twisted, I really like it!) then came back down to the existing circle and finished the last 28 single chains. This makes the top of the head and the bottom “lip”. 

^Finishing off the rest of the head:

3 rows of 48 stitches

(6 sc, dec) 6x to make 42 stitches

(5 sc, dec) 6x to make 36 stitches

(4 sc, dec) 6x to make 30 stitches

(3 sc, dec) 6x to make 24 stitches

(2 sc, dec) 6x to make 18 stitches

(1 sc, dec) 6x to make 12 stitches

finish off by decreasing, tie off end

Then I stuffed the head through the mouth! Here you can see me spectating some old school League as inspiration while I worked!

^Eyes:

I think it would have been cool if I had had some sort of safety eye that would have been more appropriate for TK, or one I could paint, but instead I opted to make his eyes from yarn. Pretty easy:

 With green yarn, 6 sc in a magic circle

Sew a single stitch with yellow yarn

Attach to the head

By the way, you can see here I was considering putting cardboard inside the mouth so the stuffing wouldn’t bulge out too much, but ultimately didn’t end up needing it.

^Inside of mouth

I have this lovely raspberry yarn that was absolutely scrap yarn from my grad school knitting circle’s stash and I love it and don’t know anything about it.  Anyway, for the mouth, I started doing a regular magic circle with increases UNTIL IT FIT INSIDE THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF THE LIPS. I used half double crochets which I think are much stretchier/squishier since ultimately it got pulled into a more oval shape. This will obviously change depending on the weight of the two yarns you’re using, so just take this as guidelines:

6 hdc in a magic circle

inc 6x to make 12 stitches

(1 hdc, inc) 6x to make 18 stitches

(2 hdc, inc) 6x to make 24 stitches

Then tie off with a long tail, and sew inside the mouth, being careful not to show the red yarn through to the other side of the green.

^ Make tongue out of felt

Look at this gummy hilarious fellow! For the tongue, cut a shape that you like, and hot glue it deep inside the mouth! I went for a long licking tongue, and used a thin raspberry colored sharpie to add a bit of depth to it.

^Make teeth out of felt:

Same deal! Cut out tiny little triangles, glue them in! It looks like even though I was making the tongue and teeth at the same time, I glued the teeth in first? I don’t think it matters though.

^Make a tiny hat out of felt:

Haha, this was fun - I really just went by eye, making the hat out of three pieces of felt: A circle for the top, a strip for the side, and a doughnut for the brim. I added a bit of trim with the raspberry yarn and kept it on his head with a pin (to emulate the fish hook he has in this hat), although I imagine making a hook out of something else and using hot glue to attach the hat could work too. 

^Mustache: 

Now he’s starting to look like the River King - for the mustache I just made a 25 stitch chain, made sure both ends were secure (I think I used a dab of hot glue). then cut off the yarn ends. I sewed it on with thread just by catching a little bit of the fiber, then made his ring by tying a bit of gold yarn around it!

^Body and arms: 

Phew, were back to some good old crocheting. This bit is super straight forward. To make the body:

6 sc in a magic circle

inc 6x to make 12 stitches

(1 sc, inc) 6x to make 18 stitches

(2 sc, inc) 6x to make 24 stitches

(3 sc, inc) 6x to make 30 stitches

(4 sc, inc) 6x to make 36 stitches

(5 sc, inc) 6x to make 42 stitches

(5 sc, dec) 6x to make 36

1 row of 36 stitches

(4 sc, dec) 6x to make 30 stitches

(3 sc, dec) 6x to make 24 stitches

(2 sc, dec) 6x to make 18 stitches

2 rows of 18 stitches

Bind off and leave a long tail, stuff and attach to head

For the arms, I used two colors to indicate his... gauntlets?

6 sc in a magic circle

switch to brown yarn, sc, inc, 3 sc, inc, sc to make 8 stitches

1 row of 8 stitches

switch back to green, 2 rows of 8 stitches

Bind off leaving a tail, and sew onto the body

^Haunches, feet, tail: 

Since TK is so rotund and squat, I gave him little stubby little legs and haunches.

To make the haunches:

6 sc in a magic circle

inc 6x to make 12 stitches

1 row of 12 stitches

Bind off leaving a tail

To sew them on, I found it easiest to start attaching them low down on the body, then stuffing them slightly before closing the rest of the stitches

To make the feet:

6 sc in a magic circle

2 rows of 6 stitches

Bind off leaving a short tail

To make these little flat feet, DON’T stuff them, instead press them flat, then sew them to the underside of the body so they just poke out under the haunches

To make the tail:

6 sc in a magic circle

(2 sc, inc) 2x to make 8 stitches

(1 sc, inc) 4x to make 12 stitches

2 rows of 12 stitches

Sew on the back low down so it helps him to stand up!

^ Coat:

I remember this cool bit of lore from when Tahm was released - his coat is actually two coats stitched together because he’s... i guess too big for just one coat? He also has this smart looking vest and I made the facimile of these things by sewing the front panels slightly inside the back panels to that the back bits stick out.. Again, I was eyeballing this so that it actually FIT on his body, so if your yarn weights differ, this exact pattern may not work:

2 back panels with arm holes, navy yarn and tan yarn:

foundation sc 8x

Turn, hdc 3, chain 3 to make arm hole (skips over 3 stitches), 2 hdc

Turn, 8 hdc

Sew the two halves together after making sure that his arms fit through them and they meet snugly in the back

2 front panels, raspberry yarn:

foundation sc 4x

Turn, hdc 4

Turn, hdc 4

Sew them on to the back panels with a bit of the back panel sticking out, making sure it comes together in TK’s front snugly.

Sew the shirt shut with some goldenrod yarn!

* I made the very ghostliest hint of lapels by taking the tails of the raspberry yarn, weaving them up through the top center corners of the vest and then tugging them down and sewing the yarn into his body. It’s a small touch but nice I think?? 

And that’s him! Good luck Unbenching, again, please feel free to ask if you have any questions because this was a mess!

[tuwam]

'Care to dance?' seungho + jamie

send care to dance to offer to dance with my muse | w / @jolieavie )

this isn’t his scene.

granted seungho isn’t sure what’s to be considered his nowadays. for all he knows this could be the scene he frequented before he lost his memory. for all he knows he could’ve been posh and lavish, just the type of boy from money that hosts these kinds of events. events being widespread galas just for the sake of showing off new collections and new beaus. events that hanna hates and is more than happy to have her friends suffer through with her.

friends. because he’s not sure yet if that’s a title that he can share. he’s not sure where they stand in the general realm of that term. but she’s invited him here, insisted that he be here for reasons known only to her. reasons that for once, seungho doesn’t question. not when he sees her looking at the same set of dresses for the fifth time that day. not when she doesn’t leave her room for hours the minute jamie comes to relieve him of dress duty.

he doesn’t get things like this. doesn’t know if he used to watch from outside the glass, at the rich and the fortunate as they flaunted their money and their status. 

all in all seungho isn’t sure how comfortable he should feel here, and if it’s normal that he doesn’t feel too out of place. if it’s normal that none of it is too flashy or too shiny as he’d expected it to be. he doesn’t find it strange that he knows which glass of champagne to reach for, that he could’ve found a tuxedo to rent without hanna’s interference. it’s a little over the top - what she’s chosen but it fits. a deep green, deep enough to look black and floral designs etched in black across the suit jacket. a red shirt underneath and red gloves that for the longest, he’s refused to keep on.

she’s the one who’d asked him to come. him and jamie. seungho thinks that’s enough of a reason to assume she considers them something. something worth continuing and preserving rather than keeping him in the category of expendable and troublesome. 

the gala is something simple - or rather as simple as he can use the word. because there are sleek, diamond encrusted dresses everywhere he looks. there are tables lining the edges of the room and golden and ruby strips lining the walls. rows of chandeliers that come up from the entrance stairs to the center ballroom. men and women of all shapes, sizes and alliances. he’s even had to dip his head in a smile when he saw tk make his way inside. women with shoulders glittering and smiles a little neutral, a little practiced. men with wrists glistening and inside pockets bulging just a tad.

among all of it, seungho tries to remember where he is. remembers his position among all the people and the fact that there are alliances and enemies to be mindful of. he keeps his sip from the same glass and his eyes on hanna. 

he tries but they wander. and they’re searching, for a moment, just for relief. because he’s just seen jamie, who seemed more than delighted to be here. who hadn’t left hanna’s side either by her request or by her desire to drag them both to the food.

he searches and searches.

and when his eyes land, he wonders how he lost her in the first place.

for as much as hanna’s told them to keep a low profile, she sure does a good job of showing them off. if the pinstripe suit wasn’t enough, it’s gray, his hair is uncomfortably slicked back and his shoes are bright and silver. they can probably spot him from across the room.

but jamie?jamie is another story.

where hanna is dressed in red, a dress with a slit up towards her thigh, jamie is in green. among all the beiges and the whites, she’s in a striking green, mid-length and obviously fresh out the store. it fits her in a way that he’s sure had to have been hanna’s touch, the passion being the reason they were cooped up in that room for hours. a deep color for a bright person, with an expression that draws everyone’s heads across the room. everyone’s more or less used to hanna but jamie seems to strike a chord. a streak of green that has heads trailing after it.

and jamie is still as bright and excited as ever.and making her way over.

seungho knows, knows this isn’t a public excursion. this is a display of power, a careful evaluation and he has to be on his toes. he has to be like hanna, soaking it all in and remaining as poised as possible. he represents something here. but jamie’s bounding over, her heels somehow sounding louder over the music that’s playing. smile somehow making him forget the circumstances of the dinner.

and he doesn’t question that.

doesn’t question why when she holds out her hand, his is already out to meet her, champagne glass forgotten on the table. because the minute she’s asking the question he’s already meeting her halfway.

he doesn’t question why he follows her the middle of the floor, with the other fools who are lost in the grandeur. and he doesn’t question how his feet know exactly where to go.

whether this is his scene or not. whether the two of them are making a scene. the minute her hand fits in his, seungho thinks he can forgo the worries for now.

‘didn’t think you’d dance.’ two songs in.“didn’t think someone would ask.” an entire night to go.