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most beautiful man!!! it should be illegal to not be in love with him!!!!!

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9-1-1: LONE STAR | 1.01 Pilot ↳ "Pack your stuff, we're getting out of town."

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Thanks for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @ladyknight1512 @strandnreyes @carlossreaders @alrightbuckaroo @ironheartwriter @denizoid @reyesstrand @theghostofashton @rangersoup and @emsprovisions!!! Love y'all 🥰

Have another lil taste from smut week, since that seems to be the vibe today. anybody remember that blooper video?

Carlos moves in even close, dragging his nose along the shell of TK’s ear and whispering, “Are you gonna make me twist your arm?”

TK’s head turns to the side, his face coming into profile.

“Hm?” Carlos nudges, fingertips squeezing TK’s hips.

“Please do,” TK whispers back.

Carlos steps away and TK turns, his eyes suddenly darkened and Carlos’s stomach swoops. TK knows right away, he can tell from the expression on his face, the way Carlos is directing this show. Carlos walks backwards, beckoning with two fingers and TK nearly trips as he follows, taking Carlos’s hand and letting Carlos lead him up the stairs.

TK attaches himself to Carlos’s back as soon as they’re at the top of the landing, arms wrapping around Carlos’s waist and lips pressing to the nape of his neck. Carlos smiles, holding TK’s forearms in his hands, the two of them walking together down the short hallway. Just outside the bedroom, Carlos prys TK’s arms off him and turns, taking TK’s face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his lips. It’s instantly smouldering, Carlos feeling the sparks of it skidding down his spine and into his stomach.

They hover next to the door for a moment, lost in a kiss, before Carlos reaches behind himself to push it open. He grips the back of TK’s neck with his other hand, holding tight just so there’s no confusion about exactly what he wants and exactly how he wants it. TK’s the first person he’s ever been like that with - for too much of his life, Carlos twisted himself into knots trying to be what others wanted from him. TK wants him the way he is, wants Carlos to ask for things and communicate what he likes. He wants them to know each other, and Carlos couldn’t have predicted just how freeing that would feel.

TK moans softly into his mouth, tongues swirling together as they stumble into the bedroom. Carlos thinks TK probably already knows the game he’s proposing, they’ve become skilled at reading each other’s body language over the last few months of being so obsessed with each other, but just to be sure, Carlos catches TK’s eye and holds his gaze. It’s only for a second but heat simmers in it. TK’s face is flushed and his eyes are already a little glassy, and he knows exactly what’s coming.

Carlos reaches for him, instead of giving TK another kiss he takes the zipper pull of TK’s burgundy zip-up hoodie between his fingers and slowly tugs it down. He’s pleased to find TK bare underneath it; he’d suspected as much after TK showered and changed out of his work uniform and came downstairs with his collarbones on display, but Carlos’s stomach flips at the confirmation. The medallion TK wears rests against pale, smooth skin that Carlos wants to get his mouth on.

Instead he gives TK a single kiss, instructing with no words for TK to take it off the rest of the way. TK does grab the open flaps but surges forward for another kiss that Carlos didn’t say he could have, Carlos growls softly in his throat, both annoyed and aroused that TK’s already acting out and pushing him backwards even as he can’t help but give TK the kiss he’s asking for. He moves, stepping slowly forward as if he’s stalking prey and feeling satisfied as TK is corralled backwards.

TK pulls his hoodie the rest of the way off and throws it carelessly behind himself, instantly reaching out with his hands like he can’t stand to be even inches away from Carlos for more than a few seconds. It has possessive heat stirring in Carlos’s gut. He would never ask, but he wonders whether TK was like this for anyone else - this needy, this happy to be dominated. 

Despite being just a little bit of a brat about it because if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the man Carlos loves so much, TK is soft and submissive already as he kisses with his shirt off. Carlos shoves him onto the bed and climbs on top of him before TK has a chance to stop bouncing, scrambling up to lie with his head on the pillows.

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You think they’re soulful?

RAFAEL SILVA as CARLOS REYES “Slow Burn” — 911: Lone Star 2.11

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this barricade pov 😭😵‍💫

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lthqofficial: Zoa City Festival, Zürich. 11.7.25 #LTFestivals25

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Louis on stage in Lima photographed by Leonardo Flores

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Stills from Ronen Rubinstein short film “Roses”

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Do you remember what you spent 2020 doing?

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Carlos Reyes and 🤚🏽 | Season 4

for science and because an anon reminded me of his lunches with his mom so I needed to make a post with all of the gifs together. so. also for @detective-giggles because reasons they will understand.

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CARLOS REYES 9-1-1: LONE STAR (5.03)

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Come Home to Me A 2x02 Carlos's POV fic

“Dispatch requesting additional engine and RA units to relieve station 126 at 4548 Green Street.”

The small amount of calm that Carlos managed to grab onto is gone as soon as he hears the station number over the radio.

No. This can't be happening. They definitely said ‘relieve’ right? Maybe they meant ‘assist’. Relieve means–

Carlos cuts himself off from thinking any further and closes his eyes, trying to keep his breathing steady.

Read the rest on AO3

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wish you would write a fic about early boyfriend tarlos and Carlos being afraid to come on too strong and scare TK off again <3

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He’s halfway through heating up a pan for fried eggs, which he plans to present prettily on toast spread with fresh avocado and a selection of fruit he’s spent the morning carefully cutting, when doubt starts to claw at his gut.

Carlos spares a glance around his kitchen. At the flowers on the table, and the way the clear glasses he’s set out for fresh-pressed orange juice catch the beams of sunlight pouring through the window. He’s got a nice bag of coffee beans from the farmer’s market pulled out of the cabinet, waiting to be coaxed into an aromatic roast, along with a box of tea in case TK doesn’t want coffee. It’s the bright, brilliant thought of TK that makes him pause. His heart thumps a little quicker in his chest, as adoration mixes with anxiety.

He wonders if this is too much. If he’s making this a whole thing. They’ve only been official for two weeks, and this is the first time TK’s stayed over intentionally, and Carlos’ vision swims as he imagines TK’s face as he wanders into the kitchen and sees everything he’s prepared. He so vividly remembers that night, and the little frown between TK’s brows, the downward turn of his mouth, the shine in his eyes. He’d hate to spur those emotions on again.

“Um, Carlos?”

TK’s voice is like a song as it washes over him. He looks over his shoulder and sees TK descend the last couple of stairs, clad in a pair of boxers and a thick hoodie he definitely hadn’t been wearing the night before. Carlos takes in the faded Astros logo, and the squeezing in his chest eases.

“Hey, you okay?” TK asks, stepping right into his space. His green eyes are so vibrant in the morning light, and Carlos can feel himself falling in love. His gaze drifts for a split second, and those eyes widen as he takes in the early stages of Carlos’ breakfast spread. “You did all of this?”

“Figured you might be hungry,” Carlos shrugs, trying to pass it off as casual. “Thought I could whip something up.”

TK grins. “You’re the best.”

Carlos smiles into it, when TK presses a kiss to his lips. He watches, a little dazed, as TK moves into the kitchen and starts poking around; searching for mugs until he opens the right cabinet and finds a pair he can set down next to the coffee machine. With a deep breath, his fear dissipates. With a deep breath, he steps forward, into his new life.

(i wish you would write a fic where…game!)

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Please look at this parallel / mannerism Carlos picked up from his father that I just noticed and weep with me