#c. nate donovan

[lydsdonovan]

where: by lydia's pool who: @nathaniel-donovan & @logandonovan

"Should I throw a pool party? Do adults do that?" Lydia wandered aloud as she relaxed atop of one of the pool floats, bringing a glass of pink lemonade to her lips. "I'm just realizing that in all the years I've been in this house I've thrown, like, two parties. And both of them were for Landon's birthdays." She glanced overtop her sunglasses at the young teenager, who was sitting underneath one of the umbrellas with his Nintendo Switch instead of enjoying the sunshine. A sigh fell from her lips. "Is it, like, really old person of me to say how much I hate that thing? It makes him so antisocial. Reminds me of when Nate when he got his first pack of Pokémon cards."

[malcohen]

where: the raven who: @nathaniel-donovan & malcolm cohen

If there was one thing that Malcolm hated more than obnoxious guys that wouldn't take no for an answer, it was obnoxious drunks that wouldn't either. That particular night was a busy one for the Raven, which meant that Malcolm was helping to keep an eye on things inside rather than check IDs at the door like he normally would -- which is how he spotted one guy being particularly pushy with one of the dangers. After a few attempts to peacefully intervene, the male ended up calling for back up from some of the other guards after this patron started getting mouthy, ultimately getting him kicked out on his ass -- but not before spilling his full glass of whiskey all over Mal's t-shirt.

"God dammit," he mumbled once he was back inside, tugging at the sopping-wet fabric as he headed towards the back office. The smell was strong -- pleasant, even, but Mal tried not to think too much about it. Once there, he gave a small knock on the open door before opening it further. "Hey, you got an extra shirt lyin' around here? I really need to stop comin' in here wearing white, it's like I'm asking for trouble."

[lydsdonovan]

"Would I?" She questioned, though it was mostly rhetorical. Honestly, considering how long they'd been as close as they were, she figured if anything between them were to happen -- if Will had actually developed feelings for her at any point -- it would have happened already. Right? And yet she'd never considered the notion of anything romantic or otherwise happening between them, not until now. Or was she simply spiraling from a drunken moment of impulse? "Shut up." Lydia reached out punched him in the arm, though she couldn't help the small smile that broke through the cracks. "If I'm forty five that makes you, like, not far behind -- so watch it." He had a point though, that was hard for her to deny. Letting out a sigh, Lydia stepped beside Nate, her shoulder against his. "I'm just...tired, Nate. Of letting my conscience win all the time. But -- I don't want to hurt anyone, either. You know?"

A light smile formed in more of an appreciative thanks, silently showing that he had acknowledged what his sister was telling him, mainly because he didn't have a response for her - for many reasons, though the most apt one right now was because he didn't have an intention of twisting the conversation onto himself. "You'd be surprised." he chuckled faintly - it was a long time to play, and yet people still did it. Not that he was indicating that Will was, of course. Nate didn't actually truly know. He nodded softly as he listened, his gaze briefly dropping towards the floor only to return over towards Lydia, "Last chance?" he repeated as his brows creased, "You fucked up a chance, there's a difference. I know you're what - forty-five?" Nate knew she wasn't; he was joking. "But that doesn't mean that's it, if he leaves it's his loss." considering how cut up Lydia was about a kiss, Nate thought it was Elliot's loss if he was incapable of working through a drunken mistake.

[sosxavalon]

avalon was tinkering on a motorcycle that she had just....acquired by less than legal means. she heard something behind her and turned to see a male looking around. "C's not here, Nate!" she called, recognizing who it was. @nathanial-donovan

[themomsandthecity]

Phoenix, Oscar, Leo, Arlo, and 170 More of the Cutest Names For Baby Boys

Brainstorming baby names can be one of the most fun (and important) aspects of planning for the arrival of your little one, but it can also feel really overwhelming. If you don't have certain requirements, like wanting a name that runs in the family, the possibilities can seem endless. Our names are the first thing tied to our identities, and we know how daunting that sounds - so we're here to ease you of any stress you have on your hunt for cute baby boy names. Choosing a cute boy name that will be equally fitting for an adorable infant and the adult he grows into can be a challenge, which is why we compiled this list of cute, unique boy names. You're sure to find an option that flow well with your last name or other kids' names among the cute names for boys we rounded up here. You might even find two that you like to help you out with a middle name option. (Oh, and if you want options for cute girls' names, we have you covered for that too, with our list of cute girl names.) Cute Names For Boys A Abe, Addison, Aiden, Amir, Amos, Ansel, Archie, Ari, Arlo, Asher, Atticus, August, Austin, Avery, Axel B Beau, Beckett, Bentley, Benicio, Benito, Benjamin, Billy, Bishop, Blake, Bodhi, Briggs, Brody, Brooks C Caleb, Campbell, Carter, Caspian, Charlie, Cody, Colby, Cole, Colton, Cooper, Crew, Crosby, Cruz D Dallas, Dash, Dawson, Dax, Deacon, Diego, Dillan, Donovan, Dorian, Duke, Dustin, Dylan E Easton, Eden, Eli, Elias, Elliott, Emerson, Emmett, Ender, Enrique, Enzo, Everest, Ewan, Ezra F Felipe, Finley, Finn, Fletcher, Ford, Frankie, G Gabriel, Gage, Gavin, Graham, Grant, Gray, Greyson, Griffin, Gus Related: Waverly, Merritt, and 103 Other Unique and Beautiful Girls' Names H Harley, Henry, Hudson, Hugh, Hurley I Ian, Ira, Isaac, Isaiah J Jacob, Jack, Jaime, Jasper, Jaxon, Jayden, Jett, Jude, Julian K Kai, Khalil, Kingsley, Knox L Larkin, Leo, Liam, Logan, Luke M Mason, Maverick, Max, Memphis, Miles, Milo, Morris N Nate, Neo, Nico, Noah, Noe, Nolan O Oden, Oliver, Omari, Oscar, Otis, Owen P Peyton, Phoenix, Pierce Q Quentin, Quinn Related: 50 Adorable and Meaningful Names For Baby Boys in 2022 R Remy, Rhett, Rhys, Roman, Ronin, Rowan, Ryan, Ryder S Samuel, Sawyer, Santiago, Sebastian, Shane, Silas T Tate, Theodore, Titan, Tobias, Toby, Trenton U Uri V Valentino, Van, Virgil W Walker, Wesley, Wren, Wrenynn, Wyatt X Xander, Xavi, Xavier Y Yasir, Yates, Yonah, York, Yunis, Yuri Z Zachary, Zaiden, Zander, Zane https://www.popsugar.com/family/Cute-Boy-Names-43713664?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[ulkaralakbarova]

An urgent phone call pulls a Yale Law student back to his Ohio hometown, where he reflects on three generations of family history and his own future. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: J.D. Vance: Gabriel Basso Beverly “Bev” Vance: Amy Adams Bonnie “Mamaw” Vance: Glenn Close Lindsay Vance: Haley Bennett Usha Chilukuri: Freida Pinto Papaw: Bo Hopkins Young J.D. Vance: Owen Asztalos Matt: Jesse C. Boyd Phillip Roseman: Stephen Kunken Ken: Keong Sim Travis: Morgan Gao Chris: Ethan Suess Kevin: Jono Mitchell Uncle Pat: Bill Kelly Uncle Arch: David Dwyer Lori: Sarah Hudson Jimmy (Bev’s Brother): Ted Huckabee Bill (Nurse): Nathan Hesse Cousin Nate: Max Barrow Bonnie (Mamaw, 30’s): Sunny Mabrey Jim (Papaw, 30’s): Brett Lorenzini Young Bev (6 years): Tierney Smith Cheryl: Helen LeRoy Emma: Kinsley Isla Dillon Adult Frank McFee: Ryan Homchick Chip: Joshua Stenvick Brooks Houghton: Bill Winkler Brett: Chase Anderson Pamela: Amy Parrish Rich: Ed Amatrudo Hiram Walcott: David de Vries Cocktailer #1: Holly Morris Cocktailer #2: Brandon Hirsch Server: David Alexander Obsequious Server: Alexander Baxter Waiter: Steven Reddington Wiry Law Partner: Angelo Reyes Stodgy Partner: John Rymer Young Bonnie (Mamaw 13 Years): Abigail Rose Cornell Adult Louis Zablocki: Lowrey Brown Young J.D. (4 years): Hunter James Evers Dane: Riley McNerney Pool Woman: Zele Avradopoulos Mr. Selby: David Jensen Holler Aunt: Skylar Denney Young Louis: John Whitley Doug: Zac Pullam Young Frank: Shane Donovan Lewis Officer #1: Mike Senior Officer #2: William Mark McCullough Kameron: Dylan Gage Katrina: Hannah Pniewski Doctor: David Marshall Silverman Dr. Newton: Jason Davis Davis: Joshua Brady Nasty Cashier: Cory Chapman Nurse: Tatom Pender Patient: Cathy Hope Ray: David Atkinson Salesperson: Adam Murray Scared Woman: Dianna Craig Meghan: Emery Mae Edgeman Young Jim (Papaw 16 Years): Rohan Myers Meals On Wheels Delivery Man: Matthew Alan Brady Young Lori (6 years): Lucy Capri Sally Coates: Déjá Dee Kyle: Daniel R. Hill Arguing Girlfriend: Jordan Trovillion Secretary at Club: Yossie Mulyadi ICU Nurse #1: Alisa Harris ICU Nurse #2: Tiger Dawn Rehab Mother: Darla Robinson Rehab Recepcionist: Belinda Keller Old Mamaw Blanton: Jessie Faye Shirley Nurse Vivian: Cheryl Howard Law Candidate Tim: Tim Abou-Nasr Curt: Leland Thomas Griffin Officer Connor: Drew Emerson Jones EMT #1: Justin P. Turner EMT #2: Joshua T. Schneider Marine Barber: Tony Ward Dining Hall Manager: Mara Hall Jill at Financial Aid Office: Tess Malis Kincaid Gas Station Attendant: Chris Charm Intake Receptionist: Mary Kraft Shoe Store Manager: Suehyla El-Attar Study Hall Friend #1: Matthew Withers Study Hall Friend #2: Jessica Miesel Study Hall Friend #3: Benjamin Rapsas Peter (uncredited): Ethan Levy Middletown Resident (uncredited): Bret Aaron Knower Film Crew: Original Music Composer: Hans Zimmer Producer: Brian Grazer Producer: Ron Howard Post Producer: William M. Connor Executive Producer: Diana Pokorny Production Design: Molly Hughes Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Robert Hein Director of Photography: Maryse Alberti Casting: Carmen Cuba Producer: Karen Lunder Stunt Coordinator: Monique Ganderton Writer: Vanessa Taylor Compositing Artist: Daniel L. Smith Camera Operator: Thomas Lappin Compositing Artist: Michael A. Martinez Supervising Art Director: Gregory A. Weimerskirch Costume Designer: Virginia B. Johnson Set Costumer: Bob Moore Jr. Makeup Department Head: Eryn Krueger Mekash Foley Artist: Heikki Kossi Art Direction: Shawn D. Bronson Rigging Grip: Gary Blair Makeup Artist: Erica Stewart Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Josh Berger Compositing Artist: Steve Dinozzi VFX Artist: Bryan Haines Visual Effects Producer: Chris LeDoux Original Music Composer: David Fleming Set Dresser: Aaron Robert Hall Assistant Art Director: Chris Yoo Costume Supervisor: Dana Pacheco Sound Designer: Grant Elder Makeup Artist: Jodi Byrne Set Costumer: Robin Fields Compositing Artist: Brad Lucas Set Dresser: Sam Carter Makeup Artist: Andrea Vieth Set Dresser: Maxfield Ladish Set Dresser: Natalie LeCompte Rigging ...

[samsdecker]

"Yeah, what I do best." Sammy's gaze wandered to the male's face as he looked down at his arm, the lips pursing slightly as he suppressed the urge to grin fondly. Thankfully, his sarcasm broke through whatever wandering thoughts were beginning to brew, slipping on a new pair of gloves and handing him a small hand towel. "Here. Bite onto this if it starts to get to be too much." A quick roll of his eyes followed when Nate mentioned him being gentle, grabbing a saline-soaked washcloth. I can only do so much. Just try not to move too much, you freak." Though he kept the pressure light as he began to dab at the wound, trying his best to maintain a soft yet deliberate touch before he had start sewing it shut. A quiet scoff left his lips at Nate's next question, the sarcastic tone in his next words definitely a way to combat any possible hint of vulnerability that could come swinging through. "Not that it's any of your business, but I got choice paralysis having to pick between the dozens of guys knockin' at my door night after night. Obviously." He placed the washcloth in a nearby wastebasket, grabbing the appropriate tools from his kit. "Why? Looking to double date with your latest flavor of the month?"

"Guess you're gonna be waiting another ten," he joked, knowing that there was no changing Sammy's opinion - which was fine, especially when Nate wasn't set out to do so. "Just gotta tell them to fuck off, roll your eyes - do what you do best..." he lightly teased the other - his response only ever being one of a playful nature. Turning his gaze back to his arm as Sammy gave his words of advice, ones that had Nate speaking alongside him with a small, "Yes, sir." His sarcasm broke at the question that followed, however, "Good question." He wasn't being funny, he actually genuinely thought so considering he couldn't recall when he last had the tetanus shot. Though Nate just saw that as problem for another time, especially when it could have been him simply not remembering - something he was willing to bet on. "Yeah if you're gentle." he returned, smirking lightly as his eyes followed Sammy, allowing a peak of curiosity to sneak through, "Not got a date tonight?"

[twins2994]

Minnesota Twins @ Texas Rangers 9.2.23

Minnesota Twins Lineup Texas Rangers Lineup

1.) Donovan Solano 1B 1.) Marcus Semien 2B

2.) Jorge Polanco DH 2.) Corey Seager SS

3.) Royce Lewis 3B 3.) Nate Lowe 1B

4.) Carlos Correa SS 4.) Adolis Garcia RF

5.) Jordan Luplow LF 5.) Mitch Garver C

6.) Kyle Farmer 2B 6.) Robbie Grossman LF

7.) Ryan Jeffers C 7.) Ezequiel Duran 3B

8.) Matt Wallner RF 8.) Sam Huff DH

9.) Michael Taylor CF 9.) Leody Taveras CF

SP Dallas Keuchel LHP SP Jordan Montgomery LHP

(1-1) 3.50 ERA (8-10) 3.19 ERA

(2023 MLB Stats)

-Chris Kreibich-

[burnnoticegifs]

Burn Notice re-watch | 3x03 | End Run

[grandvhs]

lista de nomes masculinos que estava no meu bloco de notas e eu só lembrei agora

starting with A ;;

aaron.

adair.

adam.

aiden.

ajax.

alec.

alfie.

allistar.

anderson.

andrew.

andy.

angus.

antonio.

anthony.

archer.

archibald.

archie.

aries.

arlo.

arthur.

ashley.

ashton.

austen.

avery.

axel.

starting with B ;;

bailey.

beau.

beckham.

beckett.

bellamy.

benjamin.

bennett.

bentley.

blade.

blake.

blaine.

blaise.

blue.

bobbie.

bodhi.

brad.

brandon.

braxton.

brayden.

brent.

brett.

brock.

brody.

brooke.

bryson.

starting with C ;;

caleb.

callum.

calvin.

cameron.

carlisle.

carlos.

carson.

carter.

casey.

chad.

chandler.

charlie.

chase.

chaz.

christian.

christopher.

cody.

colby.

cole.

cooper.

colton.

connor.

conrad.

corbin.

corey.

starting with D ;;

dakota.

dallas.

damien.

damon.

dante.

darian.

darron.

darryl.

david.

dawson.

declan.

demetri.

dennison.

denver.

derek.

diego.

diesel.

dimitri.

dixon.

dominic.

donovan.

drake.

drew.

dustin.

dwayne.

starting with E ;;

eason.

eaton.

eddy.

edmund.

edward.

elijah.

elior.

ellias.

elliot.

ellis.

elyas.

ember.

emerson.

emery.

emilio.

emmett.

enzo.

eric.

ernie.

ethan.

ethaniel.

evan.

everett.

everson.

ezar.

starting with F ;;

fabio.

fallon.

farah.

felix.

fernando.

ferris.

felton.

finn.

finnegan.

finnick.

fitz.

fitzgerald.

fletcher.

floyd.

flynn.

foley.

forest.

francisco.

franco.

frankie.

franklin.

fraser.

frasier.

freddie.

fredrik.

starting with G ;;

gabe.

gabriel.

gale.

gallagher.

garcia.

gareth.

garrett.

gary.

gavin.

gene.

george.

gerard.

gilbert.

giovanni.

glenn.

gordon.

grady.

graeme.

grant.

greggory.

gregor.

greyson.

griffin.

gus.

guy.

starting with H ;;

hadley.

hale.

haley.

hamilton.

hamish.

hansel.

harley.

harris.

harrison.

harry.

harvey.

haven.

hayes.

heath.

hector.

hendrix.

henrik.

henry.

holton.

howard.

hudson.

hugh.

hugo.

hunter.

hyde.

starting with I ;;

ian.

ibrahim.

icarius.

idris.

igor.

iman.

immanuel.

imran.

indi.

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indigo.

indra.

inrique.

irwin.

isaak.

isaiah.

isaias.

ishmael.

isobell.

israel.

ivan.

ivey.

ivor.

ivory.

izzy.

starting with J ;;

jack.

jacob.

jagger.

jai.

james.

jamie.

jason.

jaspar.

jaxon.

jaydon.

jed.

jeremy.

jesse.

jett.

joel.

jameson.

jonathon.

jordan.

jose.

joseph.

joshua.

jude.

julian.

junior.

justin.

starting with K ;;

kade.

kai.

kalen.

kameron.

kane.

kasey.

kayden.

keaton.

keegan.

keenan.

kellan.

kendall.

kendrick.

kevin.

khalil.

kian.

kiefer.

kieran.

kingsley.

kingston.

klaus.

kohen.

konrad.

kristoff.

kyle.

starting with L ;;

lachlan.

lamar.

lambert.

lance.

landon.

langston.

lawrence.

lawson.

leeroy.

lennon.

leo.

leonardo.

levi.

lewis.

liam.

lincoln.

lionel.

logan.

lorenzo.

louis.

luca.

lucas.

lucky.

lucis.

luke.

starting with M ;;

mackenzie.

madden.

maddox.

malaki.

malcolm.

manuel.

marco.

marcus.

marley.

marshall.

martin.

mason.

matteo.

matthew.

max.

micah.

michael.

miguel.

mike.

miles.

miller.

milo.

mitchell.

morgan.

moses

starting with N ;;

nadir.

naiser.

nasir.

nate.

nathan.

nathaniel.

naveen.

naydon.

ned.

nico.

neil.

nelson.

nero.

nicholai.

nicholas.

nila.

niles.

nixon.

noah.

noel.

nolan.

norman.

north.

nylan.

nyle.

starting with O ;;

oakley.

ocean.

octavius.

odell.

olaf.

oliver.

ollie.

omar.

omari.

orion.

orlando.

osborn.

oscar.

o’shea.

osten.

oswald.

otis.

otto.

owen.

oxley.

starting with P ;;

pablo.

page.

palmer.

parker.

parrish.

patrick.

paul.

paulo.

pax.

paxton.

payton.

penn.

percy.

perry.

peter.

phineas.

phoenix.

pierce.

pierre.

prescott.

presley.

preston.

prince.

princeton.

puck.

starting with Q ;;

qadim.

qadir.

quain.

quenby.

quill.

quimby.

quincy.

quinn.

quinten.

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randy.

raymond.

reese.

reid.

remy.

reuben.

rhett.

rhys.

richard.

richie.

ricky.

riley.

robert.

robin.

roger.

roman.

romeo.

ronan.

ronnie.

ross.

rowen.

ryan.

ryder.

ryker.

rylan.

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sage.

sailor.

salem.

samson.

samuel.

sascha.

sawyer.

saxon.

scott.

sean.

sebastian.

seth.

shane.

shiloh.

simon.

sinclair.

skyler.

sonny.

spencer.

stanley.

stefan.

steven.

stevie.

storm.

sullivan.

starting with T ;;

tamir.

tanner.

tate/tait.

tatum.

taylor.

teddy.

theo.

thomas.

timothy.

tobias.

toby.

todd.

tommy.

tory.

trace.

travis.

trent.

trevor.

trey.

tristan.

troye.

tucker.

tyler.

tyrone.

tyson.

starting with U ;;

umair.

umar.

urien.

usama.

starting with V ;;

valentine.

valentino.

vance.

vaughn.

victor.

vincent.

vinn.

vinnie.

vladimir.

starting with W ;;

wade.

walden.

wallace.

walter.

warner.

warren.

warrick.

waylan.

wayne.

wendall.

wes.

wesley.

west.

whitley.

wilbert.

william.

willis.

wilmer.

windsor.

winslow.

winston.

wolf.

wren.

wyatt.

wynter.

starting with X ;;

xachary.

xan.

xander.

xavier.

xeno.

ximen.

xylon.

starting with Y ;;

yahto.

yakub.

yasin.

yasi.

york.

ysrael.

yuri.

yusef.

starting with Z ;;

zachary.

zahir.

zander.

zane.

zavier.

zed.

zeke.

zion.

zolten.

[marjansmarwani]

I can’t let go of all the things I hoped we’d be

6.3k || ao3

There was someone missing. “Where’s TK?”

His parents exchanged a look and Carlos felt his heart sink. Why wouldn’t they just tell him where his boyfriend was? He might not know what had happened but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter what it was, TK would be by his side; unless he couldn’t be.

“Dad,” he tried again, shifting his gaze to his father, “just tell me. Please.”

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After an accident Carlos is left to deal with the aftermath as he waits and hopes for the best, because he’s not sure he’ll be able to survive the alternative.

Written for day 1 of @911lonestarangstweek 

The prompt was “c” and the obvious ones are “car crash” and “coma” but there are about 10 in here, see if you can spot them all 💜

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The bed beneath him felt harder than he was used to.

He scoffed silently, thinking about how TK had assured him it just meant they needed to break in their new mattress and that these things just take time, babe.

There was only so much time he was willing to give before a new mattress was deemed unsuitable though. They both had very physical and demanding jobs and they both deserved to have a nice mattress, damnnit. He opened his eyes and rolled over to say as much to his boyfriend but when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t met with the familiar soft gray of their bedroom. In fact, he quickly realized as the harsh lights above him forced him to squint and he shifted on scratchy sheets, now that he was more aware it became clear that this wasn’t their bed after all.  

Hospital, his mind provided. That would explain the too-bright lights and the beeping machines just beyond his peripheral. He blinked again and the room came more into focus, as did the two occupants of the chairs beside the bed.

His dad was the first to notice his open eyes. He looked exhausted and was turning his hat over in his hands in that way he did when he was nervous, but when he looked up and met Carlos’s eyes some of the tension seemed to fall away.

“Carlitos,” he breathed, and an instant later his mother’s eyes were on him too; wide and tear-filled. She was up in an instant, beside his bed and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before he could even blink.

“It’s so good to see your eyes open,” she said softly, “you scared us, mijo.”

“Sorry,” he said on reflex, only then noticing how raspy his voice was. He gratefully took the water offered to him by his father, trying to pull his thoughts in order as he sipped. He could remember this afternoon clearly, but everything after was a haze. He frowned as he looked down at his body, taking in the cuts on his arms, pain in his ribs, and the weight of a cast on his left leg.

“What happened?” he asked his parents, blinking at them owlishly.

They looked at each other for a moment before his dad answered him with a question: “What do you remember, Carlitos?”

Carlos shook his head, “Nothing after this afternoon. I remember getting home and...wait,” he paused, looking around the room. There was someone missing. “Where’s TK?”

His parents exchanged another look and Carlos felt his heart sink, “Mom, Dad, just tell me where he is.”

His voice was shaking now but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The look his parents were giving each other sent his heart racing. Why wouldn’t they just tell him where his boyfriend was? He might not know what had happened but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter what it was, TK would be by his side; unless he couldn’t be.

“Dad,” he tried again, shifting his gaze to his father, “just tell me. Please.”

His dad gave his mother another look before he sighed and looked back at Carlos.

“There was an accident…” was all he said, but it was all Carlos needed to hear before some switch was flipped and the memories came rushing back to him.

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It’s the commotion that wakes him, he thinks.

Opening his eyes is harder than it should be but when he does manage to peel them open he is greeted by the reflection of flashing light on the wet street and the sound of unfamiliar voices nearby. Those observations are quickly followed by the pain.

It rips through him once awareness returns and he can’t help the noise that slips out of his mouth, drawing the attention of a figure outside his door. They shifted closer, bending down to peer at him through the remains of his window.

“Sir, I need you to hold still for me until—” but then the voice breaks off suddenly and lost the air of professionalism as they cursed, “Shit! Donovan, the driver is Reyes!”

“Carlos?” Another voice said from somewhere farther away, “Fuck, is he okay?”

“I don’t know,” the voice next to him responds before leaning closer, “Hey, Reyes, can you tell me if anything hurts?”

And Carlos knew he should. Between being a cop and living with a paramedic for two years, he knew all the ins and outs of an accident from just about every angle. But he couldn’t make his brain focus on that yet. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was what he managed to get through his lips: “TK?”

He felt the hand on his still and heard the crunching of boots on glass telling him that his visitor was shifting, likely looking past him towards the passenger seat, where TK should be.

He didn’t miss the muttered curse that followed the action and his heart began to race as he heard the question asked: “Donovan, what’s the ETA on that RA unit?”

“3 minutes, why?”

“Tell dispatch they need to make it less.”

“Is Carlos…”

“It’s not for him.”

And Carlos somehow found it in himself to turn, despite the hand’s attempts to stop him and the protests that he shouldn’t move. The sight he saw froze him more than anything else could as fear and a different kind of pain rushed through his battered body.

TK was sprawled against the dashboard beside him. There was blood leaking from his hairline and he was so, so terribly still.

And in that moment, Carlos forgot how to breathe.

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TK was rushed to surgery as soon as they arrived at the hospital, his parents told him. There was significant concern about internal bleeding and a traumatic brain injury. His broken ribs, his mother told him gently, punctured his lung; leading to a hemothorax. Paramedics treated him as soon as possible before rushing him to the hospital but with them both unconscious no one is sure when it happened or how long he was drowning in his own blood. They knew his brain was deprived of oxygen for a period of time; they just didn’t know how long that was and what the effects might be.

It’s all so much and Carlos could feel himself spiraling. His dad must have noticed too because he stepped closer, eyes full of concern as he laid a hand on Carlos’s arm.

“Breathe for me, Carlitos,” he instructed, voice gentle but firm. “It’s going to be okay.”

He did manage to take the breaths requested of him and when he found his voice he looked to his dad. “Is it?” he asked skeptically, “TK nearly died and from the sounds of it, he still might. What part of that is okay?”

His dad opened his mouth as if to say something before faltering and Carlos felt his dread grow.

“This is all my fault,” he whispered, causing his mother to frown at him.

“What do you mean, Carlos? Of course this is not your fault.”

“I was driving,” he reminded her, “how is this not my fault?”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” his father told him firmly. “This was an accident. The roads were wet, it was dark; anything could have happened.”

“But I was still the one behind the wheel,” Carlos said dully, “and TK is the one who is in danger. It doesn’t seem fair.”

His mother gave him a sympathetic look before she carefully bent down to wrap her arms around him, doing her best to provide him comfort without jarring his ribs, “Things like this never are,” she told him softly. “But that doesn’t mean it is your fault. TK would tell you the same thing.”

Carlos didn’t say anything to that, leaning into the comfort his mother provided and letting the tears silently fall down his face instead. But she hadn’t been there and now that Carlos could remember the sights and the feelings, he couldn’t stop this fear. It fed the next thought that entered into his head, echoing through all the corners of his mind: TK probably would, but thanks to Carlos, he might never have the chance to.

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“Reyes,” the officer at his window — Nate Quinones, Carlos had eventually realized — tried again before switching approaches, “Carlos! You need to keep still! We don’t know what kind of injuries you have, you need to stay still until fire gets to you so you don’t make anything worse.”

But as Carlos watched the newly arrived paramedic team assess TK, he was fairly certain that there was no way anything could be worse. The captain looked grim as he did his initial exam and when he turned to talk to his team it was with quick words and a low voice. Carlos tried to lean closer to hear, tried to put a hand out to reach TK but he was pinned by the steering wheel and couldn’t reach him. Carlos would be frustrated by it if he wasn’t so busy being fucking terrified that TK hadn’t moved in all this time, hadn’t even reacted to the arrival of the first responders or the unfamiliar hands on him.

“TK…” he tried to protest, but Nate shook his head.

“I know this is hard,” he said more softly, “and I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling, but you need to trust that the paramedics are doing their jobs and take care of yourself for now. Besides,” he added with a forced smile, “how would your boy feel about you doubting the paramedics?”

Carlos wanted to laugh at that, he could picture TK’s affronted look in his head. But the grim reality in front of him eclipsed all thoughts of humor because what could ever be funny when he might lose TK?

“I need…” he tried to say, but he couldn’t get the words out. His colleague seemed to get the gist of what he was trying to say though and shook his head.

“All you need to do right now is hold still. A second crew just pulled so I’m sure they’ll be getting you out of here in no time.”

Carlos wanted to argue, he really did. But his body wouldn’t let him. It was taking all the energy he had to simply be present. Any extra he had was going towards staring helplessly at TK, and toward the desperate hope that he was okay.

He focused on that thought as he watched them extract TK from the car and lower him to the ground. He couldn’t see him now but he could hear the measured tones of the paramedics as they worked. His mind was still foggy and he wasn’t following much but what he did hear did nothing to calm his nerves. He may not be able to understand the words but he knew the tone: it was the type reserved for the worst cases, for the ones when each moment mattered the most. Carlos had heard that tone in the field more times than he could count, but had never thought he would have to hear it directed at his own boyfriend. This entire thing, every single second, has been a nightmare that he is desperate to wake up from.

He was vaguely aware of the presence of a fire crew at his side, of their efforts to free him from the remains of his Camaro. But he couldn’t focus on that—not when TK was mere feet away and in trouble. But soon enough the noise of the jaws blocked out the sound of the paramedics working on TK regardless of how hard he strained to hear them.

It took some time but eventually, he was out, being hoisted out of his car by several pairs of strong arms. Soon enough he was on his feet and instantly he was searching for TK. He heard the noise before he found him and the words drifting through the night air were enough to grind his world to a halt: “We’ve lost respirations, Cap.”

“Start compressions,” the captain instructed as he continued to work. “Stalh, get the ambu bag going.”

Carlos’s mind was still spinning with pain and confusion, but the sight of TK on the ground before him with someone else pushing the air into his lungs and someone else pumping his heart and pushing the blood through his veins came to him with stark clarity. He tried to get to him but he found he couldn’t move. That didn’t seem right but then again TK was on the ground not even 20 feet from him and he wasn’t breathing. Nothing was right about this.

“Still nothing, Cap,” one of the paramedics noted and Carlos could feel the world around him start spinning far too fast for him to follow.

“Get him on a gurney,” the captain instructed, “we need to get him to the ER now. Don’t stop compressions, Valdez.”

Valdez said something back but Carlos didn’t catch what it was. Everything was fading out, his vision was turning dark. He felt his knees buckle and more hands on him and the last thing he saw was the sight of TK being lifted onto a gurney with the paramedics still working frantically to keep his heart beating as he was swallowed by darkness.

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His dad’s phone buzzed about an hour after Carlos woke up. He checked it surreptitiously but Carlos tracked his movements, studying his expression. He just knew it had to do with TK and it was all he could do to stop himself from jumping out of bed to see the news for himself. It was only the pain in his ribs and the knowledge that his mother would murder him kept him stationary as he waited with bated breath for the knowledge that hung over him like a verdict.

“He’s out of surgery,” his father announced eventually after typing out a reply. “Owen said he’s being moved to a recovery room soon.”

“And?” Carlos prompted, voice taut, “How did it go? How is he?”

“He’s hanging on,” Gabriel replied, pocketing his phone and stepping closer. He clapped a hand on Carlos’s shoulder and squeezed, “don’t count him out yet, mijo. That boy of yours has a lot of fight in him.”

“Don’t I know it,” Carlos retorted with a fond shake of his head and, for a second, everything almost felt normal.

But only for a second.

In the next Carlos registered what his Dad wasn’t saying. He hadn’t said TK was okay, he had said he was “hanging on” and Carlos didn’t like the implications of that. He opened his mouth to demand that his father give him details, but Gabriel slipped his phone back into his pocket with an air of finality.

“You need to worry about yourself right now, Carlitos,” he said gently. “I know you’re worried about TK but there is nothing you can do for him right now.”

A sudden thickness filled Carlos’s throat and he had to swallow before he could respond, “I know that,” he admitted, “I just can’t help…” he trailed off, and both his parents gave him looks that spoke volumes of understanding. His mother reached out a hand to squeeze his knee beneath the blankets.

“Get some sleep mijo,” she told him softly, “we’ll wake you if anything changes, I promise.”

He wanted to argue, but he had been fighting the pull of sleep with sheer stubbornness for the better part of the hour he had been awake so he reluctantly nodded instead. His mom placed a kiss on his forehead as he closed his eyes, the sound of his parent’s hushed voices providing soft background noise as he drifted off.

He slept fitfully, never allowing himself to truly rest in case he missed something, in case something happened with TK. He drifted in and out, his mind fighting his exhausted and battered body but he must have fallen into a deeper sleep than he thought at one point because the next time he opened his eyes his parents were gone and the chair beside his bed was occupied by Owen Strand instead.

“Owen?” he asked tentatively, trying his best to ignore the growing dread in his gut.

His boyfriend’s father looked up from the floor that he had been studying at the sound of his voice, his expression shifting into a tired grin when he saw Carlos looking at him.

“Hey kid,” he said softly, “it’s good to see you awake.”

Carlos nodded, and then frowned. “What are you doing here? Is TK…”

He didn’t know how to end that question. He didn’t know what he hoped or feared at this point. All he knew is that he was hurt, tired, scared and that he needed his boyfriend to be okay. And he didn’t know what he was supposed to make of the fact that the fire captain was currently sitting by his bedside rather than his son’s.

Owen leaned closer to place a bracing hand on his shoulder, “He’s still hanging on. There’s been no change, but the doctors assure me that at this point, that’s a good thing. I’m choosing to believe them. I wanted to check on you though, so your parents and I decided to rotate for a bit. They’re with him right now, but I can call them back here if you’d rather.”

Carlos shook his head. “It’s fine,” he assured the older man. “I’m glad they got to see him. I just wish I could as well,” he admitted. “Everyone keeps telling me he’s alive, but until I see it myself…”

He trailed off again, unwilling to give voice to the thoughts and fears in his head as Owen nodded.

“Believe me when I say I know where you’re coming from,” he replied, “but you’re hurt too. You need to heal before you can do anything of the sort and I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on that. Just think of what TK will say when he wakes up if he ever found out I let you trapse all over the hospital while you were still injured. Don’t make me have to deal with that, Carlos.”

Carlos had been prepared to argue his case until he achieved the result he wanted, but something about the sincerity in Owen’s voice and the certainty with which he said “when he wakes up” quelled him and he found himself nodding. Owen gave him a warm smile that spoke volumes of relief, but there was still an edge of sadness in his expression. The sight of it made the feeling of guilt still within him flare up again.

“I am so sorry, Owen,” he said quietly, pulling his gaze from the other man and looking down at his blankets.

“Sorry for what?” he replied, and even though Carlos couldn’t see him he could almost hear the confusion on his face.

“For all of this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to their location. “That TK is hurt.”

“That’s not your fault, Carlos.”

“Of course it is!” he retorted, “I was driving, Owen. Whatever happened, that’s on me and I am so, so sorry. I never meant for anything to happen, I—”

He was aware he was crying in earnest now, the tears falling down his face without his consent. He did his best to wipe them away, but there was no stopping them. They just kept coming and before he knew it he was sobbing, his breath coming in heaving gasps as all of the pain and fear that had been lurking since he first woke up in the hospital finally demanded release.  

He had almost forgotten Owen was still in the room until he felt the bed dip beside him and the warmth of a hug as arms wrapped around his shaking frame, holding him tight as he cried.

“This isn’t your fault,” Owen assured him, voice full of conviction even as it wavered. “It was just a terrible accident. You would never do anything to ever hurt him. I know that, Carlos, and TK knows it too. I don’t blame you, and I’m glad you’re safe.”

Carlos vaguely wondered how the man could say such things when he was facing the possibility of losing his son, but for once he didn’t question it. Instead he allowed the comfort to soothe him and the arms to hold him as he cried himself dry, bleeding out all the pain inside of him.

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“You cannot be serious?” TK demanded, turning in the passenger seat to look at him incredulously.

“I said what I said,” Carlos retorted, biting his lip against the smile that wanted to form at the thought of the indignant face TK was surely currently making.

“You cannot be telling me that I am in love with someone who thinks that Area 51 is real.”

“I believe it exists,” Carlos countered, “I just don’t believe it has anything to do with aliens.”

“So, you don’t think the government is hiding proof of aliens?”

“I didn’t say that either, I just said I don’t think it is in Area 51.”

“So where is it then?”

Carlos shrugged, turning to glance briefly at TK before turning his eyes back to the road, “How should I know, it’s a secret for a reason, TK.”

“So, let me get this straight. You are certain the government is hiding proof of alien life in an undisclosed site more mysterious than Area 51, but you still think Big Foot is a hoax.”

“It’s clearly a series of people in fur suits, TK.”

He grinned as TK spluttered indignantly, muttering something about disrespecting cryptids before he sighed and looked over at Carlos, “I can’t believe I love you.”

Carlos grinned, turning his head to offer his retort when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He saw the flash of panic on TK’s face as he turned abruptly back to the road and heard him shout a warning as he wrenched the steering wheel to the left in a desperate attempt to avoid whatever it was in the road. There was the squeal of tires on wet pavement and the spine chilling noise of crunching metal and screams of pain that he couldn’t identify, before everything faded to black.

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His parents and Owen weren’t the only visitors.

Soon enough Carlos was treated to a small group of solemn firefighters trying their best to plaster on smiles as they crowded into his room, the nurse’s reminder that they could only be there as a group as long as they stayed reasonably quiet following them in. He did his best to return their smiles but his was even more strained and after a moment, he gave up. The pain in their expressions was just as raw as the one he felt and he was forcibly reminded that as much as they were his friends, they were TK’s family first and foremost.

“I’m sorry,” he managed after a few long moments of awkward silence. “I am so, so sorry.”

It was Judd who spoke first, his Texas drawl coming out harsher than usual, “You have nothing to be sorry for, Carlos.”

“I was driving,” he repeated, “and it was my idea to be out at all. That means…”

“That means that an accident happened. Tell me you haven’t seen this a thousand times on the job. Do you tell the person who was driving it was their fault?”

“No,” Carlos admitted, voice low.

“No,” Judd agreed, “because it ain’t. This could have happened to anyone, it just happened to happen to you and that’s not your fault.”

“Besides,” Marjan added, falling into the seat beside his bed and placing a hand on top of his, “you didn’t mean for TK get hurt. You would never want that. This was an accident, Carlos, and we’re sorry it happened to you.”

Carlos swallowed, taking in the expressions of the others. His eyes searched the faces of Mateo and Paul before settling on Nancy, looking for any hint that they didn’t agree with what Marjan said, that they did blame him for bringing this on to TK. But he saw none and when Nancy met his eyes, she shook her head. She didn’t say a word but the message was clear: she didn’t blame him. TK was her partner and closest friend and she didn’t blame him. He released a breath he hadn’t entirely realized he was holding and the smile that he gave them in the moment after was almost real—or as close as he could get without knowing definitively that TK was going to be okay.

For now the knowledge that they didn’t blame him helped, he just wondered if he would ever manage to stop blaming himself.

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“You know, this could be considered kidnapping.”

“I am not kidnapping you, TK,” Carlos replied evenly, “I just said it was a surprise. Besides, I would think you of all people you would know what kidnapping feels like.”

TK paused at the passenger door before climbing into the camaro, raising an eyebrow at him across the top of the car, “Are you joking about my trauma, Reyes? I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I really don’t know if I should be flattered or not right now.”

“Definitely flattered,” TK replied decisively, flashing him a grin as he bent down to climb into his seat, “I think it’s hot.”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “You think everything I do is hot,” he retorted, grinning at TK’s answering laughter.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, babe.”

Calro shook his head but as slid into the driver’s seat he patted at his left pocket, making sure that the small box was still there as TK shifted gears and prattled on about how Carlos should tell him where they were going.

“It’s a surprise,” he reminded his boyfriend with a grin, earning himself another eye roll as he started the car. And, he added silently, if all went well by the time they got home tonight, he wouldn’t be his boyfriend anymore.

With that thought he grinned as he backed out of their driveway, the box in his pocket and the butterflies in his stomach making him almost giddy as they drove down their street, and towards their future.  

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On the afternoon of the second day Carlos was finally allowed to leave his bed. He wasn’t cleared to leave the hospital, his doctor had made that abundantly clear, and he was absolutely confined to a wheelchair; but he could go see TK. Since that was what he had wanted all along he was all too eager to comply with any and all conditions so when he was helped into a wheelchair by a nurse and wheeled down the hall by Paul, he did so without a word of complaint.

As they traveled to TK’s room, he thought of the box currently stashed with his other belongings back in his room. He hadn’t said a word about it, the subject too raw for him. No one else had said a word either, but he hadn’t missed the way his mother’s face had shifted when she had seen it as his belongings were unpacked or the way she had turned away quickly to conceal the emotion she couldn’t hide. His dad had simply clutched the box for a long moment before he met Carlos’s eyes and slid it back into the bag without a word. Neither of them had mentioned it again and Carlos was incredibly grateful for that, but now that he was on his way to see TK for the first time since that night it was all he could think about.

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. He had been taking them to the field where they had watched the borealis, the night they had become them. He was going to ask TK a question that he was pretty sure he already knew the answer to, and then they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. That had been the plan, not him facing the possibility of a future without TK in it.

Paul slowed as they came to a doorway, pausing at the threshold. Carlos looked up at him to see his friend studying him with concern.

“Are you sure about this, man?” Paul asked. “This is a lot and you’re still healing yourself. No one would think anything less of you if you didn’t do this just yet.”

“Nothing can be worse than seeing him that night, Paul,” he replied, voice rough as the memories returned. “I was pretty sure I was watching him die then and there, and anything has to be better than that.”

Paul still looked hesitant so he tried again, “I can’t have that image be the last picture of him in my mind, Paul, no matter what. I can’t handle that.”

His friend finally acquiesced and reached around him to push the door open, revealing a small and bright private room. He steered Carlos in as Owen stood from his spot beside the bed and walked over to them, clapping Carlos on the shoulder.

“I’ll give you some time with him,” he told him softly, offering a sad smile before he nodded to Paul and exited the room. Paul pushed him to the side of the bed before patting him on the shoulder as well.

“I’ll be right outside,” he reminded him. “If you need anything…”

“I’ll let you know,” Carlos agreed. “Thanks, Paul.”

Paul nodded and with one last look at the figure in the bed, he headed out of the room, leaving Carlos alone with TK for the first time since that night.

It took him a few moments to even look up and when he did he had to suck in a deep breath. In so many ways TK looked so much better than Carlos’s last memory of him fighting for his life under the care of the paramedics on the roadside. But as much as the sight of him breathing on his own brought him comfort, there was still the fact that this figure in the bed was too still to be TK Strand.

In all the time Carlos had known him he had hardly ever seen him hold still for longer than a few moments. To see him now, pale and bandaged with a slack expression on his still face just screamed so many different kinds of wrong at him. This was not his boyfriend; this wasn’t the man that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. That man was expressive and energetic and wore his entire heart on his sleeve. He was so kind and good and had so much passion Carlos still marveled at it even now, after over two years of knowing each other, of loving each other.​​ This man was a stranger.

Carlos reached out and clasped one of the still hands in his own, hoping that maye the familiar touch might reconcile the image of TK in his mind with the still body before him. Carlos still wasn’t sure what he had ever done to find someone who loved so wholly and completely, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. TK Strand was it for Carlos, and he intended to spend the rest of his life with him. He wanted him to be his fiance and his husband, because he was already his everything. The fact that they might lose that chance struck Carlos again and it was all he could do to breathe through the pain of it.

TK was going to wake up, he decided, because no other option was acceptable.

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“I don’t know man,” Paul said, his voice light and teasing as they entered the store, “I don’t think you two are quite there yet. You know usually couples who hit this stage are insufferable to be around, spend nearly every waking moment together, are absolutely infuriating to single people...oh wait, I guess that is you two. My mistake, man.”

Carlos rolled his eyes as he greeted the jeweler and gave his name for his order, turning his attention back to his grinning friend as the woman disappeared into the back room. “Laugh all you want, Strickland, I know you’re just jealous and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Paul chuckled, but his expression softened, “I’m not jealous, but I am very happy for you. For both of you.”

“That’s assuming he says yes.”

Now Paul did roll his eyes, “Of course he is going to say yes. He is just as ridiculously in love with you as you are with him. Besides, I know you guys have talked about it. This is what you both want, right?”

Carlos nodded, “Yes, but it’s still terrifying.”

“It’s a big step,” Paul pointed out reasonably, “but you’re ready for it. And I am ready to be your best man.”

“Oh, you think so?”

“C’mon man, you know it’s true.”

Carlos’s response was interrupted as the jeweler stepped back up to the counter, a small, square box in her hand. She set it on the counter and opened it, allowing the gold of the simple band to flash in the light. Carlos could hardly breath as he looked at it, the magnitude of the simple object striking him with full-force. Paul put a hand on his arm and squeezed, “It’s perfect man, he’s going to love it.”

Carlos managed to flash him a shaky smile before he reached out and picked up the box, running his finger over the smooth metal within. This was really happening. This was it, there’s no going back now.

But he knew he didn’t want to, and he had never been more sure of anything in his life.

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The next day passed in much the same way. Carlos sat in his wheelchair at TK’s bedside as much as he was allowed, only returning to his own room for required intervals begrudgingly. But he wasn’t about to argue with the arrangement—it was a world better than not being allowed to see him at all.

It was only luck that he was in the room the first time TK’s eyes fluttered open. They were only opened for a second and and they closed nearly as fast but a glance at Owen told Carlos that he had not imagined it and he felt a renewed sense of hope rush through him. After that, he refused to leave TK’s room and nobody seemed too keen to argue that point with him.

His eyes—the gorgeous green eyes that Carlos had secretly been becoming convinced he would never get to see again—opened several more times, but it was hours before they stayed open for any length of time.

But Carlos didn’t mind the waiting; he would wait a lifetime for TK.

It was only the sound of his name that informed him TK was both awake and aware at long last and it was everything Carlos could do to keep it together as he leaned forward, wrapping TK’s hand in his own.

“Hi, love,” he whispered against his cheek as he bent down to press a kiss there.”I am so happy to see those eyes of yours.”

TK squinted at him as he pulled away as if he were trying to deduce something, “Are you okay?” he asked, and it was all Carlos could do to keep from laughing. Of course TK was asking him that when he had just woken up from a coma, he shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“I’m fine,” he assured TK, squeezing his hand. “Even better now that I know you are too.”

And TK smiled at him and Carlos could feel the weight and guilt of every single second before he woke up fall away. TK was awake and alive and okay, and nothing else mattered. He could handle anything as long as TK was okay.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with visitors filtering in and out, all there to see them, all there to make sure they were both okay. Carlos’s heart felt full as he watched the ragtag group that had become their family show up one by one: his parents with hugs for them both, a relieved Gwyn fresh off a flight from Singapore. Each and every member of the 126, the Vega twins, Grace with little Ava who had drawn cards for them both.

As he watched Judd settle his daughter on the edge of the bed at TK’s insistence, Carlos thought of a ring in a box back in his room down the hall. Since the accident he had been so worried that he would never have a chance to ever ask that question. But now, safe in the knowledge that he and TK were both okay and would both make it past this, he wasn’t worried. A part of him still wanted to do it now, to not waste another of their precious moments, but as TK smiled at him over Ava’s shoulder as she pressed her little body against his in an impossibly gentle hug for a toddler he conceded that there were all types of precious moments.

When he did ask it wouldn’t be anything spectacular and he was well past the idea of a grand gesture, but they still deserved to have a moment that was solely their own. Maybe after their company left and Carlos had bribed his way into spending the night by TK’s side. Maybe once they were both discharged and were back in their home. Maybe it would be months from now, over their morning coffee.

Whatever or whenever it was, Carlos knew it would be perfect. Because it would be him and it would be TK and they were going to spend the rest of their lives together no matter how he asked, and Carlos couldn’t think of a better future than that.

[lydsdonovan]

where: lydia's house who: @logandonovan & @nathaniel-donovan

"They said they would call me when they had something, but -- but how long is that going to take?" Lydia shook her head, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks with her hand as she sat herself down on the couch. She'd only just walked through the door moments before Logan and Nate arrived, having spent the last few hours at the police station with her father filing a missing person's report. The officers on duty seemed to be just as appalled by the idea as they were, wondering how someone could have so easily impersonated law enforcement and gotten access to a police car. Moreso, why had they targeted Landon specifically? None of it made any sense in her head. "And now I'm just supposed to sit here and wait? What if they took him out of the state? What if he's hurt? I should be doing something, I should be looking for him, I -- I don't...what am I supposed to do?"

[malcohen]

where: sos clubhouse who: @nathaniel-donovan & malcolm cohen

Tonopah Valley had been Malcolm's home for only six months, but he was already feeling a sense of belonging. Whether it was the sense of freedom that came with starting over, or the camaraderie he felt with the Sons, he finally found himself at peace after years of struggling to rebuild his life. However, not everyone could share the same sense of peace with him.

The news of Nate's sister's passing had created a somber atmosphere in the club, and Malcolm couldn't shake the memories of his own loss. He had been attending AA meetings more frequently as a result, hoping to find the courage to support his friend, to whom he owed his newfound sense of normalcy. It was the least he could do, after all.

Malcolm made his way into the near-empty clubhouse, taking in the faint smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke that lingered in the air as he approached Nate. “I did pretty much everything on the list — dropped off the guest book to Logan, got a few quotes from some local caterers for the reception. I didn’t know if you guys were thinkin’ it’d be a dry event or not, so, uh, I got pricing for both.” From his pocket, he produced a small notepad, tore off the front page he had been writing on, and passed it over to Nate. “I’ve got some time still before I gotta split. You need me to go grab anything else?”

[lydsdonovan]

Lydia pursed her lips, after a moment pressing them into a tight-lipped smile. "Me? Doing too much? Pshhhhh." The redhead definitely had a habit of overloading her already crowded plate, but change happened slowly, not all at once. Perhaps she'd made great strides over the last year to prioritize her own needs over the ones of others, becoming more in tune with her actual wants and not the ones projected on her by others, but tackling her inability to take a breath was something else entirely. His quip about her still being bad at Mario Kart caused her to roll her eyes, and she shoved him lightly before standing from the couch. "So, you want me to add get really good at video games to me already extensive to-do list?" she remarked over her shoulder, employing a bit of that mom-guilt she enjoyed lightly weaponizing from time to time. "Of course, go ahead. I think he should be waking up by now," she said, nodding towards the stairwell. "Feel free to stay for dinner -- we're ordering pizza. Maybe I can text Logan to see if she's free, too."

He shook his head lightly; dismissing her thoughts on sounding selfish. "Don't think it is, don't wanna screw yourself over by doing too much." Which he only thought she'd do, it was easy to drop a ball if you juggled too much, after all. "Just need to prioritise what you want to do, not what other people think." He wasn't taking a dig at Elliot, Nate got why he suggested what he did - hit the school where it hurt - he got that, but he also thought Lydia needed to stray away from an even deeper pile of stress. Though of course at the end of the day, it was his sister's choice, nobody else's. "You're still no good?" a light smile crept up at the corner of his lips, never really understanding how somebody could play a video game over and over again, and still be shit. Considering Nate was competitive by nature, he usually found himself constantly repeating whatever he struggled with until he perfected a knack - or if not his frustration usually just bubbled over. He nodded his head softly, wiping his hands across his cheeks more for good measure, continuing to feel that sense of relief, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was lose his sister, so he was thankful that hadn't been the case. "I know." Nate wanted to try and be more open, especially with his family, it was one thing that remained a priority for him. "Do you mind if I go up and see if Landon's awake?"

[rabbitfeet200]

Characters: TV Shows

Ackley Bridge

A:Razia, Nasreen, Kaneez, Missy, Hayley, Grandmother Paracha, Rashid, Saleem, Tahira, Amina, B: Alya, Zain, Mo, Waqar, Clint,Amin, Jake, Shannon, Candice, Mandy, Kacey/Spud, Rukhsana, Chloe,Freya,Marianna, Mandy, Samir,

C:Jordon, Riz, Nell, Naveed, Kayla, Samantha, Martin, Emma, D: Dan, E: Nadine, Ken,

F: Iqball,Kyan, Adam, Sian,

Almost Never

A:Nate

B: Harry, Elenour, Chloe, Sasha, Lola,Tara, Fabio, Jordon,

C:Oakley, AJ,

D: E: F:

Chiefs

A:

B: Nigella Lawson,Gordon Ramsey, Mary Berry, Paul Hollywood,

C:

D: Ina Garton, Ree Drummond,

E:Jamie Oliver

Cobra Kai, The Karate Kid

A:Miyagi, Bobby, Miguel, Carmen, Rosa, Aisha, Moon, Kimiko, Jimmy, Alison, Amanda, , Lucile,Bert

B: Samantha, Tory, Eli, Chris, Mitch, Robbie, Chozen,Lucille, Daniel, Tommy, Dirk, Frank, Abe, Doug, Mikey, Nate, Edwin, Little Red, Big Red, Stiven, Piper, Dieter, Paul, Anosh, Betsy, Sato, Laura,Johnny,

C:Demetri,Yasmine, Louis, Lynn, Nester, Anthony, Kenny, Séan, Dutch,

D: Kyler, Brucks, Raymond/Stingray, Armand, John Kresse, Terry Sliver,

E:Mike Barnes, Sid,

F: Kreese's and Sliver's Captain,

How to train your dragon

A: Astrid, Snotlout, Heather, Stoick, Gobber, Gothi,the dragons

B:Hiccup, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Alvin, Atali, Minden,

C:Dagar, Mala,Thorik,

D:Valka, Spitelout, Viggo, Ryker, Johan,

E:Krogan,

F:Drago

Holly Hobbie

A: Piper, Amy, Holly, Grand mother Helen,

B: Heather,

C: Savannah, Levi, Robbie, Leia, Tyler, Oscar,

D:

E: F: Jason Ryan Reeves

Fireman Sam

A: Sam, Penny, Helen, Hannah, Sarah, Mandy, James, Lion,Radar,

B:Norris Steal,Ellie, Arnold, Malcolm, Tom, Moose, Charlie,Dills, Trevor, Derek, Chief Boise,

C: Elvis,

D: Mike, Joe,

E:Norman,

F:

Jamie Johnson

A: Molly, Zoé, Alba, Ruby, Dylan, Karen, Nancy, Harry,

B: Dawn, Becky, Joanne, Boggy,Jess, Jamie, Mike, Hansard, Aisha, Freddie, Eric, Katya, Tayo, Jake, Michel, C: Jackie, Bex, Liam,

D:

E:

F: Ian

Masha and the bear

A: Bear, Rosie, Penguin, Panda, B: Female Bear, Rabbit/Hare, Wolves, Goat, Dog, Dasha, Squirrels,

C:

D: Masha, Other Male Bear,

E: F: Masha's Parents

Mustangs FC/Mightey Mustangs

A: Danny, Ruby, Marnie, Liv, Bella, Anusha, Laura, Hanifer, Freya,Hamit, TJ

B: Jenifer,Cindy, Jas, Zee, Summer, Georgie, Jasper,

C:Mikayla, Terri, Gabe,

D:

E:Tom,

F:

Legacies: A: Hope

Secret life of Boys

A: Roberta, Robbie, Ginger, Corey, Matt, Ethan, Heba,

B: Daisy,Penny

C: Chris, Bob, Tabitha,

D:Jimothey,

E:

F:

Tracy Beaker Series:

My mother Tracy Beaker/Beaker Girls

A: Tracy, Justine, Jess, Flo,

B: Camilla, Mary, Tyrone, Jordon

C:Peter,

D:

E: Carly Beaker

F:Séan

The Dumping Ground

A: Chloe, Kazima, Charlie, Carmen, Tee Sasha,Gina, May Li, Mo, Lily, Noah, Billie, Toni, Faith, Ryan, Jody, Tracy, Alice Wang, George, Sapphire, Henry Morris, Jack O Donovan, Dave O Donovan,

Alice Peters,Finn,

B: Gus, Jacob, Johnny, Bailey, Taz, Joseph, Viv, Sid, Floss, Bec, Ruby, Katy, Max, Nazzer, Elektra, Liam, Frank, Alex, Courtney, Lauren, Ivy, Shona, Fred/Dudley, Harry, Archie, Jake, Iona,

C: Mike, Tyler, Piper, Rick, Peader, Melissa, Ross, Aileen Peters, Grandmother Wang, Luke Jackson, Janice Umbellbey, Luke, Freya,

D: Murphy, Dexter, Scott,

E: Sarah Reeves,Blake, Melanie Morris, Lucy Taylor, Sally Lewis, Kelly Bellman, Helen Howle, Carly Beaker, Denise Jackson, Kingsley Jackson, Peter Umbellbey,

F: Reggie Wallis, Keith Taylor,

Tracy Beaker returns

A: Carmen, Tee, Gina,Lily, Sapphire, Tracy, Jody, Justine,

B: Camilla, Johnny, Harry, Liam O' D, Frank, Mandy/Elektra, Kitty,

C: Mike, Tyler, Rick, Melissa, Luke Jackson,

D: Poppy, Rosie,

E: Helen Howle, Carly Beaker, Denise Jackson, Kingsley Jackson, Lizanne,

F: Keith Taylor, Dennis,

The Story of Tracy Beaker

A: Justine, Tracy, Jackie, Liam/Crash, Adele, Duke, Jenny, Chantal, B: Camilla,Bouncer/Bradley, Shelly, Elaine, Rio, Roxy, Layla, Hayley,Louise, C:Lol/Lawrence, Amber, Marco, Wolfie, Dolly, Marco, D: Mike, Nathan, Michael, E: Carly Beaker F:

Thomas and Friends

A:Hiro,Paxton, Edward, Toby, Ryan, Mavis, Nia, Percy,Norman,Sidney, Shankar, Jonbow, Norjan, Salty,

B: Marion,Ashima, Rex, Burt, Mike, Thomas, Gordon, James, Daisy, Diesel, Harry and Bert the Diesels, Radviv, Conner, Caitlin, Belle, Finn, Crankey, Captain, Rocky, Judy, Jerome, Skipp, Duck, Oliver, Donald, Douglas, Porter,

C: Bill, Ben, Spencer,Diesel 10,

D:

E:

F:

13 reasons why

A:Jessica, Tony, B:Sherry, Hannah, Clay, Justin, Zach, Alex,Tyler, C: D: E: F:

The Four O Clock Club

A:Agnes,Fleur, Eleesha, Polly, Molly, Zoé Marie, Violet, Clem, Nathan, B: Nero, Katie, Owen, Eli,Josh, Ryan, Ash,Amber, Darnish, C:CJ, D:

E:

F:

The Next Step

A:Michelle, Richelle, Amy, Izzy, Rachel, Eva, Beth, West, B:Emily, Chloe, Thalia, Mary,Male Jude,Giselle,Noah, Heath, Winnie, Henry, Summer,Clara, John, Female Jude, Amanda, Sloane, Kenzie, Presley,

C: Ozzy, Jacquie, Davis, Kingston, Lily Nick, Piper, Phoebe,James, Riley, Eldon, Latroy, Abi, Skylar, Cierra, Max, Gabi, Abbey, Chamel, Theo, Leia, Luke, Cleo, Stephaine, Tiffany,

D:Finn, Kate, Angelia, Alfie, Maggie,

E:Tess, Shontelle,

F: Elliot, Lucien,

Whitney Fat Girl Dancing/My Big Fat Fablous life:

A:Babs, Glen, Heather, Ashley, Jessica,Tal, Todd, Will

B: Whitney,#

C: D: E:Buddy, Chase, Ryan

F: Avi

[hopemikaelsvns-moved]

World building ask for my loves: Remi and Robin? 💜

OKAY BUT I MESSED THOSE TWO  BEANS AND I HATE HOW I NEGLECTED MY CHILDREN!!

also, it’s under the cut because it became hella long lmaoo

B A S I C S

full name: robin ripley, but she actually has a different name but it’s ~spoilers af~.

gender: female.

sexuality: bisexual.

pronouns: she/her.

O T H E R S

family: bruce wayne (foster father), dick grayson (foster brother), selena morales (foster sister/basically adoptive), talia donovan (foster sister/basically adopted). also, she has her biological family but it’s a spoiler even thought you know it.

birthplace: unknown.

job: waitress at a diner, vigilante by night. then kinda jobless bc she leaves gotham for a while.

phobias: people abandonning her, killing innocent people, lowkey abusive people because it a trigger for when she was in one of her first foster home and in the street. not having a home of her own and living in the street again.

guilty pleasures: books, especially the ones written by sophie kinsella, leather jacket/perfecto, naruto or cheesy and cringy tv shows or rom com.

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: a true chaotic neutral tbh.

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath.

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice.

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert because she’s reserved about  herself, her past and co or is really introvert with everyone like her co workers and co.

organized/disorganized: disorganized.

close minded/open-minded: really really open minded tbh.

calm/anxious: calm.

disagreeable/agreeable: disageeable.

cautious/reckless: reckless.

patient/impatient: impatient.

outspoken/reserved: outspoken when it’s not about herself, extroved

leader/follower: a little bit of both tbh, like if she believes in someone she’ll follow him but if not, robin is ready to lead.

empathetic/unemphatic: can be either of them depending on the situation.

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic.

traditional/modern: definitely modern.

hard-working/lazy: depends on what but mostly hard working when it comes to something she likes??

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: garfield x robin, jason x robin, barbara x robin.

ot3: in a platonic way, obviously talia x selena x robin and dick x robin x rachel. romantically, none i think, but maybe garfield x jason x robin.

brotp: selena x robin, talia x robin, dick x robin, rachel x robin, kory x robin, dawn x hank x robin.

notp: well, obviously bruce because he’s her father figure.

B A S I C S

full name: remi priya parekh.

gender: female.

sexuality: pansexual.

pronouns: she/her.

O T H E R S

family: sinjay parekh (father) and her mother, alba parekh. she doesn’t have any siblings.

birthplace: starling city in the usa.

job: member of the league of assassin, worked for a while for her mother’s buisness before quitting to get a real diploma. it failed and then, rip hunter came and she’s been a legend since.

phobias: being corrupted by dark magic, being forced to be in the league again or ras al ghul.

guilty pleasures: remi doesn’t have a lot to be honest, but maybe some movies or series about magic. now you see me duology. since she couldn’t enjoy her youth, remi loves to catching up and isn’t ashamed of it.

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic good.

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert.

organized/disorganized: organized.

close minded/open-minded: open minded.

calm/anxious: calm.

disagreeable/agreeable: idk, a mix of both??

cautious/reckless: cautious.

patient/impatient: patient.

outspoken/reserved: reserved.

leader/follower: follower.

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic.

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic.

traditional/modern: modern.

hard-working/lazy: kinda lazy??

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: tommy x remi, nate x remi.

ot3: well, in a brotp way, remi x oliver x tommy. or sara x laurel x remi.

brotp: WELL FIRST OF MY BB CARTER AND REMI, then zaim x remi obviously. in canon, sara x remi, nyssa x remi, ray x remi and obviously remi x oliver and remi x laurel. also, lowkey remi x rory.

notp: huum, i’d say remi x oliver because they’re truly only friends.