#we joke abt the fiancé era and them being That Couple about it and honestly i think they deserve to have that

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You know, I’m very excited about the obvious wedding and rings and planning BUT I’m also VERY VERY excited for the disgustingly cute dialogue and scenes of them telling each other how excited and ready to marry each other that is def coming

LITERALLY LIKE….them having to deal with getting through a heat wave and (another) unpredictable storm and the thought of their parents helping with wedding planning….but still finding the unimaginable joy in just waking up to one another. sure there’s tk’s alarm going off and the promise of another hectic week of contrasting shifts ahead, but they have these few moments to themselves: moments where they can run fingers through bedhead and press closed-mouth kisses to warm skin and come to the same realization that they get this, forever. carlos will lovingly jostle tk, pulling him closer. “six months today,” he’ll whisper, mostly into tk’s hair, and tk will bring carlos’ hand to his mouth, placing careful kisses to each of his knuckles, pausing on the fourth finger to imagine the feeling of a ring.

or tk coming home to carlos flipping through one of the wedding magazines someone dropped off to them and tk feeling the weight of the day easing from his shoulders as carlos calls out to him, asking about his shift, and, after getting a response, bringing the conversation to an article he saw about colour schemes, and another about the merits of paper versus digital save-the-dates. and tk wants nothing more than the day to be perfect but he’s always so worried about making the wrong choices, so he says, “you should ask my dad, i didn’t inherit his eye for design.” and he picks at a cuticle, and out of his peripheral watches carlos frown and put down the magazine and move over to where he’s leaning against the counter. he feels carlos cup his face and tk looks at him, gently reaching up to remove carlos’ glasses and carefully put them on the counter before curling his fingers in the back of carlos’ shirt. “babe,” carlos will start, moving his thumb back and forth along tk’s jaw. “i don’t care about any of that. i just care about marrying you.”

or there being a close call and they end up in the hospital again, ignoring the beeping of heart monitors and the careful observation of nurses, tk squeezing carlos’ hand and reminding him he has to wake up so they can get married. or they’re doing anything, really, and that feeling they experienced at three in the morning…it never fades. it just ebbs into something stronger, something resilient. they’ll go pick out their rings, or go to cake tastings, or bicker over something stupid due to stress, or cry through the list of rom-coms they’re determined to get through in anticipation of getting their own happy ending, and it always comes back to spending together forever and the excitement never goes away.

or carlos strolling into the firehouse after getting tk’s beckoning text, smiling at the sight of his fiancé and his team milling about the kitchen. carlos suddenly thinking back to sadie at the sight of their lunch and remembering her speech about his belief in destiny and realizing that, once his eyes fall to tk—who is already watching him—she read him like an open-book. the two of them standing with their shoulders pressed together, a quiet form of connection. they’ll eat and joke around with the team and eventually carlos will pull out his phone and send an exasperated glance at tk over yet another paragraph of a text added to his family’s groupchat: this one a piece of advice from his mother, who heard it from lucy, who heard it from a friend of a friend. tk reads over his shoulder and hums, and carlos will say something about tk choosing this, to which tk will squeeze carlos around the middle and tell him: “and i’d do it again, because it means i get to marry you.”

or the night before the wedding, the two of them giddy and unable to sleep, surprisingly not worried about a thing because their friends have promised it’ll be perfect and at this point they’d stroll into a courthouse to make it happen. “i love you,” they’ll promise, a vow of their own before they say the real ones in front of everyone they’ve come to consider family. “this time tomorrow, you’ll be my husband,” tk will say, a smile overtaking his whole face, and carlos will kiss him again and again.