#ej's600celebration

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This really means the world to me! 600 may not be a big number, but for someone who hadn't meant to do much more than lurk on tumblr, it is. Thank you to each and every one of you for following this mess of a blog, I appreciate and adore you all so very much 🖤

Some fun stuff (you can send these on or off anon!)

💗 Send me a fluff prompt + a prompt from this fluff bingo, and I'll write ~600 words for it. (Tarlos, Buddie, Malex)

💔 Send me an angst prompt + a prompt from this angst bingo, and I'll write ~600 words for it. (Tarlos, Buddie, Malex)

💓 Send me a ship + a sentence and I’ll write the next 5 (or more) sentences. (All Ships in 911, LS, RNM)

🎀 Talk To Me About One Of My Fics That Made An Impression.

♤ Send me a character/ship + an AU setting and I'll write a three sentence fic.

♤ Send me 🎶 and I’ll shuffle my music library and give you my favorite lyric for the song I land on.

⚜ FMK, Would You Rathers, Have You Ever, or Make Me Choose??

Now, onto my lovely mutuals 🖤 I adore you all so very much, and even if our interactions are limited, know that I love and appreciate all of you so very much 💛

@tkstrrand @mtnofgrace @a-l-ias @doublel27 @buckybarnesalways @laelipoo @alwaysablossom @detectivestrandreyes @detective-giggles @loveyourownsmiilee @morganaspendragonss @probieeddie @actuallysara @daniela-bella @bluenet13 @kiras-sunshine @pragmatic-optimist @prettyboyandthekid @djdangerlove @lire-casander @aliceschuyler @maddieandchimney @iwonderifyouwonderaboutme @lovecolibri @rafaelsliva @howardhans @lilythesilly @mistmarauder @tailoredshirt @halsteadmarchs @rafael-silva @detectivecarlosreyes @theiconicscott @madneyfiles @madsbuckley @dancer-me @sabrinachill @honestlydarkprincess @reyescarlos @alilypea @chicgeekgirl89 @221bsunsettowers @breannacasey @noxsoulmate @moviegeek03 @jddryder @isastrxnd @chaotictarlos @cafeshopau @evandiaz

I LOVE YOU 🖤

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Congrats on 600 ej! You know I’m a sucker for angst so 💔 “is it worth it” + “don’t lie to me”

So much love!!! 💚💚💚

Also requested: Hello! Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!! 🌹🌹🌹❤❤❤🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘 May I ask for “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” + "Dont lie to me"+ Tarlos (preferably some hurt!TK?), please 1❤ AND Angst: “Were you ever going to tell me the truth?”- tarlos

Thank you, Holly and anons for the prompts 🖤

you take the pain whenever I'm in hell again

TK lay on their bed, eyes unfocused and slightly blurry as he stared at nothing in particular. He didn't move an inch- he was still in a way Carlos had never seen him before. He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried desperately to think of something to do to help him. It hurt more than he was willing to admit, to have TK so close, and still be unable to reach him.

He pushed off the wall, walking in slowly as to not startle him, and sat on the bed.

TK didn't so much as blink.

"Baby," Carlos muttered, leaning down to rest his cheek on TK's arm as he ran a hand through his hair.

TK's eyes closed, and the tight set of his shoulders loosened slightly. "Please, talk to me. I know something's going on- I know you're not okay."

TK shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me," he pleaded with him, "I know you're not. You haven't been fine since you came back from New York."

He shrugged.

"TK-"

"I'm tired," he interrupted him, "I just wanna sleep."

Carlos didn't push- knew he'd get nowhere if he did. So he just sighed, then rounded the bed and lay beside him, leaving only an inch of space between them.

It only took a few seconds for TK to turn around and burrow closer, hiding his face in the hollow of Carlos' neck. Carlos held him close, pressing a few quick kisses to both his cheeks, then his temple. "I love you," he whispered into the clammy skin.

"Love you," TK whispered back faintly.

Carlos held him tighter.

.

 

When he thought back to a few weeks ago, Carlos found that he should have seen this coming. There had been some cracks, here and there- TK had been quiet, distant, distracted most of the time. Carlos had barely seen him this past week, and his excuse had always been that he'd taken extra shifts. He'd pulled away from everyone else, too, if the texts Carlos had been getting from their friends were any indication.

Now, as he sat on the floor of their bathroom, a bottle of pills clutched in his hand, all he could think of was:

“I should’ve seen this coming.”

It wasn't labeled, and the pills inside taunted him. A million questions ran through his mind, and with each one, he felt his throat tighten in fear a little more- fear of what came next, and fear for the man he loved.

.

When the front door opened, the usual "hey, baby!" absent- as it had been for weeks- Carlos was still in the same position in the bathroom. He listened to TK move around their home, and waited for him to come through the door.

When he did, minutes later, Carlos saw confusion on his face. "Carlos, what are you-" then, as if in slow motion, his face slackened with shock. "How did you-"

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

"It's not-" his jaw tightened and he looked away, "I haven't taken any."

"And that makes it better?"

Panic made its way into his expression, mixing steadily with the pain in those beautiful green eyes.

"Is it worth it?" He asked him, quietly. When there was no answer, he nodded and stood up. He faced him, and the foot of space between them might as well have been an ocean. "Is this worth all the pain and the fear that you-"

"Carlos-"

"No," he snapped, inching closer. "You've been a ghost in this house. I didn't say anything because I thought you were grieving. But it wasn't just that, was it?"

TK's breath hitched. "Carlos, please."

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I-" he started, only to fall quiet as he stared at Carlos, his whole body shaking.

It took all of his will power to stop himself from reaching out when all he wanted was to wrap the man he loved in his arms and forget this ever happened. He waited for him to continue, but he seemed incapable of uttering a single word. "You're gonna tell me everything," he started, voice shaking despite his effort to sound firm, "every single thing. You're gonna be honest with me, TK. Because if you don't? I'm gonna walk out of this apartment and you won't se-" he cut himself off, because despite everything, he didn't think he could ever let this man go. Desperately,  he said, "tell me."

TK was breaking, Carlos could tell. Eyes filled with tears, he slumped against the wall of the bathroom and slid down until he was seated on the cold tile. "Remember when I was late to the flight? The day after my mom-" he cut himself off, looking pained, then continued. "I- I almost took some Fentanyl from the rig."

"Jesus, TK," he whispered, shocked at what this had come to.

"If it hadn't been for Nancy coming in, I probably would have taken it. That's how it started." He sniffled, hands going up to wipe at the tears in his eyes before they could fall.

"And these?" He rattled the bottle.

"I didn't take any," he rushed to assure him, "I swear, Carlos. I just- I was just so- I didn't know what to do. I bought those in a moment of weakness, and ever since then, I've fought to keep myself from touching them."

Carlos stepped closer, almost touching him, and TK hesitated before he lifted his hand and rested it on his chest, clutching his shirt in a tight fist.

"I've wanted to throw them away for days," he whispered hoarsely, shaky and hurting, "but I was afraid."

Carlos hesitated, but finally allowed himself to touch him, resting his hands on TK's arms. "Of what?"

"Of holding this bottle in my hand and- changing my mind, and not being able to go through with it. I was afraid that I'd be too weak to get rid of it."

Carlos used his grip to pull him into him, crushing him to his body as he held on a little too tightly. TK's breath left him in a rush, and though there was a moment where it seemed like every muscle in his body was locked up tight, in the next, he let go.

He'd never really seen TK cry, really cry, before. He'd seen him shed a few tears, seen him numb and in shock, but he'd never seen him cry.

Until tonight.

Body shaking with barely restrained sobs, TK hid his face in Carlos' neck, muffling his cries against the skin. Carlos held him through it, murmuring what he hoped were comforting words. Minutes later- five, ten, or maybe twenty- TK pulled away slowly. "I'm sorry."

Carlos immediately shook his head.

"Don't apologize, just-" he swallowed, "don't push me away. Don't hide from me."

"I didn't want you to see this part of me."

"Too bad," he shot back, a small smile on his lips, “because I do. I want all of you."

He let out a shaky breath. "You might not like what you see."

"Impossible," he muttered. "I love every part of you."

His boyfriend's hands framed his face, and he pulled him closer. "Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Impossible.

.

"So," Carlos muttered, tightening his arms around his boyfriend, "how do you wanna do this?"

"Do what?"

Carlos pulled the bottle out of his pocket and held it in his hand between them. TK jerked away as if burned, but Carlos reeled him back in, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You're the strongest person I know," he whispered, just before he put the orange bottle in TK's hand.

TK seemed to stop breathing altogether as he stared down at it, then he stood up, Carlos following behind, and opened it shakily. He looked back at Carlos, who nodded encouragingly, and emptied it all in the toilet. He swallowed and when Carlos came to stand beside him, he all but fell into his arms.

"It's gonna get easier," Carlos whispered.

He nodded.

"TK, you-"

"I'm gonna go to a meeting tomorrow. I'll talk to my therapist, too."

Relief washed over him as he tightened his arms around the man he loved. "That's good, sweetheart. That's so good."

"I'm sorry about all this."

He shook his head. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay."

"I hope so."

He kissed him, hard and bruising, and looked him in the eye. "It's gonna be okay. We're gonna be just fine."

TK's eyes roamed his face, and the doubtful expression began to soften into a smile. "Okay."

"Okay."

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💓 Send me a ship + a sentence and I’ll write the next 5 (or more) sentences. (All Ships in 911, LS, RNM)

Tarlos-

TK looked at Carlos like he was seeing him for the first time, and maybe in some ways he was.

Thank you, T 💛

TK looked at Carlos like he was seeing him for the first time, and maybe in some ways he was. He stood in the doorway of their little girl's room, leaning against the door jamb, and simply watched as his husband held her, a hand rubbing her back gently as he spoke to her in a quiet murmur. There was something so soft, but also fierce and protective about this Carlos- like he was ready to fight anything for her, even the nightmares.

He stepped inside, quiet enough to not startle their dozing daughter, and wrapped his arms around his husband from behind. He pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then one on the warm skin of his neck, making him shiver. "Hey," he whispered into his skin.

Carlos leaned into his arms slightly, and TK gladly took the weight. "Hi," he muttered, "what are you doing up?"

TK shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Bed's cold without you."

He laughed, and TK felt it against his chest. "I see how it is, you just want me to keep you warm."

"Mhmm," he hummed, pulling back, then taking one of his hands, "she's asleep. Come back to bed."

Carlos nodded, and somewhat reluctantly put their daughter back in her crib. He stepped back and into TK's waiting arms. They kissed for a few seconds, languid and unhurried, before TK tugged him back using his grip on his waist. "Bed," he repeated.

Carlos grinned, and leaned down to kiss him again.

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💓 11 + Tarlos! Congrats on the followers!!!!!

Thank you, nonnies!

💓 Send me a ship + a sentence and I’ll write the next 5 (or more) sentences. I didn't know if you wanted the angst or fluff prompt so I saw both would fit, but the theme is fluff lol- "Is this your revenge?" AND Tarlos: “You cant banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”

"You cant banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!”

Carlos ignored his fiance's protests and continued to push him out, to which he retaliated by basically becoming dead weight. "Is this your revenge? I swear I didn't know you'd freak out that bad."

"You put a lizard in our bed, TK!"

"A fake lizard, Carlos."

Carlos huffed, then bent down and in one smooth move that surprised TK into letting out a gasp, he bent down and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder.

"Carlos! Put me down."

He did. On the couch. He pointed a finger at him, stern, and said, "I'm gonna do my spring cleaning in peace, you watch something."

TK crossed his arms over his chest and stared up at him defiantly.

"If you stay out of the bedroom for the day, I'll watch that stupid show with you," he bargained.

TK perked up. "The Bachelor?"

Carlos pulled a face. "I wouldn't watch that if you paid me. The other one-what was it? Riverdale!" he exclaimed

His fiance eyed him suspiciously. "Really? But it's so bad."

"Then why do you watch it?"

He shrugged.

Carlos shook his head. "Do we have a deal?"

TK sighed. "Fine."

"Okay, good."

TK grinned up at him, grabbed his hand before he could move, and pulled him down. "I love you."

"Love you more."

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For your 600 follower celebration (yay!!!), how about Buddie + Dirty Dancing AU? 👀

I have a confession to make: I have never watched Dirty Dancing, and I'm a terrible dancer. I tried though ✌. With the help of Wikipedia and a YouTube clip, I've come to the conclusion that Baby= Buck and Johnny= Eddie.

The knock on his door came just as Eddie took off his shirt and was about to place it in the hamper. He sighed, and without bothering to grab a clean shirt, went to answer the door. Eddie couldn't say he was surprised when it was Evan Buckley at his door.

"Hey," the other man said hesitantly, with a nervous smile, and rubbed his hands on his jeans. Eddie didn't miss the way Buck's eyes trailed down to his chest and darkened, but he chose to ignore it for the time being and opened the door wider. Buck came in, still nervous, and took in the room. Eddie felt self consciousness creep in, but he pushed it down, choosing to let the man lead the conversation.

"Can you teach me to dance?" The question startled him, because it wasn't what he expected Buck to talk to him about. Maybe Ana, and how Buck's father had barely managed to help her just in time, before the worst had happened. Maybe What had almost happened between them last night, when they'd spent the majority of their time together on the dance floor, bodies glued together like one.

Eddie knew it was a bad idea. He knew it. And yet- he stepped closer and closer, until they were toe to toe, chest to chest, hips flush together. Eddie didn't know he was holding his breath until Buck leaned closer, and it caused the breath to leave Eddie's lungs like it was punched out of him. "Dance with me?"

And really, how could he say no to that?

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Congrats congrats congrats 😘 it's so well deserved!!

Fluffy prompt and Bingo square from me 💙

23. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.” + decorating the nursery.

Idek if those 2 go together it was a shifty day but they sound really good. 🤷🏻‍♀���🙃

Anyways congrats EJ! I'm so happy for you love and I'm off to read your Tarlos and Jonah fic bc its just what I need on this day! 💙

Thank you so much, Lauren 🖤 I really hope you and everyone who reads enjoy this!

"Why are you still up at 4 am, huh?"

TK startled at his voice, nearly dropping the roller he was painting the wall with. He closed his eyes and let out a huff. "You scared me," he muttered, putting the roller in the tray and stepping around it to get to him.

Carlos opened his arms and TK stepped into them, burying his face in Carlos' neck and letting out a long, deep breath, shoulders relaxing as he slumped into him. Carlos held him tighter. "Everything okay?"

TK nodded.

Carlos didn't let up. "Something's bothering you."

"It's stupid."

Carlos pulled away, eying him closely. He took in the black circles around his eyes, the furrow between his brows, the tense set of his shoulders. "Tell me."

He shook his head. "It's a me thing," his husband told him quietly, playing with the hairs at the nape of Carlos' neck. He leaned down to kiss him, chaste and slow, then rested his forehead against his. "If it's a you thing, then it's a me thing, too," he told him gently, though it was also firm. "Tell me."

"What if I'm not-" he stopped short and took a deep breath, "what if I mess up?"

Continue on AO3

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CONGRATS ON 600 FOLLOWERS YOU AMAZING HUMAN BEING!!!! I'm so proud of you, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life. Here's to another 600 more!

And for the celebrations... 🎶

Thank you, my love 💛😭 I love and appreciate you so much, Lire!

The song is Misery Meat (No judging, it's catchy)

One thing that you'd never hear me say is that I'm tired of living

Funny thing that statement change today

Good thing that I'm forgiving

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EJ 😍🥳🤩 congratulations!!!!! You deserve it!!

Okay, so I thought of asking for fluff... but I feel more like angst today, so here we go:

💔 15. “Are you happy now?” + "You only ever brought me pain and I'm sick of it."

Of course with Tarlos... with Alex showing back up? 😁 you knew it was coming...

LOVE YOU!

Thank you so so so much, my love!

I did know it was coming lol, and so here it is-

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💓 - Grudd/Ryderdie

When they asked for a babysitter, they didn't expect the entirety of the 126 to show up on their doorstep.

(Congratulations, sweetheart! 💚)

Thank you, Mist 💛

When they asked for a babysitter, they didn't expect the entirety of the 126 to show up on their doorstep.

Gravlce blinked at the five of them, then looked back at Judd, who merely shrugged and squeezed her shoulder with a fond, but exasperated smile, urging her back to make some room. They filed in one by one, each greeting the couple with a hug, a kiss, or a nod as they did.

"Not that y'all aren't welcome here," she started, "but-"

"What are you all doing here?" Judd finished for her

TK smiled sheepishly. "Well," he said as he walked over to Charlie's playpen and picked her up, their little girl smiling and babbling at him as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, "I mentioned I was babysitting Charlie today in front of Nancy and she said she missed her, which somehow turned into her inviting herself over. And since she and Mateo have been attached at the lips ever since-hey, ow," he said, rubbing his arm and glaring at Nancy, "what? It's true! Anyway- Mateo told Marjan, who also wanted to see Charlie, and where Marjan goes, Paul goes, so- yeah."

Grace grinned and shook her head. "Well," she drawled out, grabbing her purse and her husband's hand, "thank you all for coming then. Take good care of my daughter, and TK, you know you can call either of us anytime."

"I've got this," he assured her, then grinned teasingly, "I know the drill. You kids have fun now."

Judd huffed, then leaned down to kiss Charlie's cheek before he ruffled TK's hair, who merely swatted halfheartedly at his hand. Grace did the same, minus the hair ruffling, and took a deep breath as the anxiety of leaving her daughter built up.

Her husband must have sensed this, because he squeezed her shoulders as they stepped out of the house and drew her into his side. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her. "She's in the best hands. We're gonna go on our date, they'll chase Charlie around for a little while until they tire her out, and we'll be home to tuck her in."

Grace smiled, small and genuine, then pulled him down to her, their lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss. "Love you."

Judd smiled. "Love ya, too, Sweetheart."

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💗 30 and Tarlos pls!

“I’m not jealous! Its just..you’re mine!”

Mine

Because I am a whole ass idiot, I didn't realize I'd already taken prompts from this list 😭 I'm so sorry, nonnie, but if you see this and you want to, feel free to send in another one!

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Congrats on all the followers love you deserve it! 🎶

Thank you 💛😍

The song is Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"