#people are expected to do well with soft tks and not so well with rough tks

[mushiewrites]

I just thought of this, kinda wake up brain but not really

So we've established that Sapnap is either the sweetest boy or an absolute menace, usually depending on whos his lee at the time. I think at one point George points out that he's always crazy rough with him but super nice and sweet and gentle with Dream (unless he's bratty) however, George can't hand gentle tickles, and Sap knows this. So the next time George let's Sapnap know "he's bored" Sap just holds him in his lap or spoons him and just nuzzles into his neck and ears with his stubble and gives him the nicest, sweetest, gentlest tickles he can and smother him in tickly kisses and compliments just to watch George short circuited, loose his mind and beg for the rougher tickles back. Maybe even apologize for whining about the difference

OKAY WAIT SO @wishitweresummer sent a similar ask before here and then I had expanded on it on another post here from @spook-lee-glitch about how george can't handle soft tks!

it is SUCH a good trope omg

(also I still can't get over the "I'm bored" thing, it never fails to give me ten million butterflies)

of course george would be whining about how sap is cruel to him (despite the fact he absolutely adores it), bc he always wants what he doesn't have and he loves any excuse to complain ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

sap would finish up wrecking him and turn to dream, giving him the softest lil skitters all over his tummy and making the blonde hide in his hands while his giggles go high pitched, and that's when george would point out the difference in how sapnap tks the two. and like i said, he's just complaining to complain, no real meaning behind it other than to annoy the shit out of sapnap, but sap tells george he'll remember it next time. the only issue is, george doesn't

so when george wants tks, he's expecting the type of tkling that drives him to tears in the meanest of ways. he tells sap he's bored, he expects the norm. what he doesn't expect is to be driven to tears in a completely new and unfamiliar way

sap grabs him like he normally would, pulling him down onto the blankets of his own bed and holding george down. the only difference is sapnap is spooning him, not straddling him. george would go to ask what he was doing but he'd be interrupted with the cutest lil giggles bc sap is nuzzling into the side of his neck and slowly moving his head from side to side to make sure his beard and mustache scratch over the sensitive skin of george's ears, too

george would squeal and immediately realize what was happening and make a move to escape, but sap would just hold on tighter and wrap his arms further around george's waist and cuddle him in as close as he can. he would start giving him these lil kisses all over the back of his neck, giggling at george's screams and squeaks (which only further tks george bc the vibrations from saps laughs are no help at all)

"but georgie, i thought you wanted this? i thought you wanted nice tks just like dweam! what happened, hm? be a good lil kitten and relax into the nice tks for me, okay?"

and that's when george would just....completely lose it. sap would be teasing him and complimenting him in the nicest way and george would be going absolutely fucking wild. he can't handle the nice tks. he can't handle the nice compliments! he starts pleading with sapnap to shut up, to stop tkling so gently, to "dohohoho anything ehehehelse, plehehease sap!". but all the pleading does is encourage sapnap to start gently wiggling his fingers over george's very very sensitive ribs, making him buck forward and fling his head back against sap's shoulders

which....only gives him more access to george's very very sensitive neck, specifically the spot on the side of his neck under his ear. sapnap attacks it with the softest lil kisses and george feels tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. sap starts to move his face again to rub his beard against the spot and suddenly george can't form a coherent sentence

eventually he's squirming so much in sapnap's arms that it's hard to keep a hold of him like this. george is pleading - begging - for sapnap to just tk him silly. tk him the meanest he's ever tkled him before!!i he's apologizing profusely, promising to never complain about the intense tks ever again!!!

of course it's not making much sense through his laughter, but sap knows him enough to know what george is asking. and after many MANY minutes of pretending to debate it in his own head, sap finally gives in and tks george until he's a sobbing lil puddle of cackles and hysterics 😇

[queenofspades6]

More than Partners -The Mandalorian x reader

Kiss me

Chapter 14 of More than Partners

Summary: You finally see the Mandalorian’s face.

Warnings: Spoilers from Episode 15 season 2. Lot of fluffffffffff.

AN: Hellooo guyyyys! Another chapter is out! It waaaas soooo cool to write it! I really hope you’ll like it! Next chapter will be smut btw!! And just a little teaser: smut in Boba Fett’s ship. Be prepared. Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment! Thanks to all of you who do you are the best!!

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<-Chapter 13 - Chapter 15->

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“Mayfeld.”The Mandalorian declared taking a few steps towards the man.

“Hey Mando! Long time. I see you brought Y/N with you. You are as beautiful as the first time I met you, sweetheart.”

Mando blocked Mayfeld’s view, so he couldn’t see you anymore, and he began to talk about why they needed him.

You didn’t really like Mayfeld, but deep down, you knew he wasn’t a bad guy.

“We need coordinates for Moff Gideon’s cruiser.”Mando announced nonchalantly.

“Moff Gideon? Yeah forget it. Just take le back to the scarpyard. I’m not doin’ that.”

“They have the kid.”You exclaimed, clenching your fists tightly in anger.

“The little green guy?”Mayfeld replied, eyebrows raised in wonder.

You nodded.

“So…I help you guys get him back, you guys let me go?”

You giggled, and Cara told him that wasn’t how it worked.

“Well, then what’s in it for me? Can I have a night with the Jedi?”

Cara glared at him threateningly.

“Can I have at least an afternoon with her?”

“No.”Mando said in a lower but frightening tone.

“You are not funny. Maybe a kiss then? Just a kiss from her and I’ll do whatever you want.”Mayfeld gestured to you sitting next to the Mandalorian.

“I said no, she is not for sale.”The bounty hunter almost shouted raising his tone, and already planning to kill the ex-imperial.

“Calm down, Mandalorian.”Fennec interrupted.”He is not gonna lay a finger on her, and if he does, she’ll slice him and you’ll burn his corpse.”

“Nice. I love it.”Mayfeld joked, trying to hide his fear away.

“That’s not fu-“The Mandalorian tried to pronounce but you stopped him with a soft hand on his thigh.

“All right, but here’s the thing. I can’t get those coordinates unless I have access to an internal Imperial terminal. I believe there’s one on Morak.”

Hearing this name made you stare at Mando who was looking at you in return.

“Morak? There’s nothing on Morak.”Mando raised the tone again, but with a caress of yours on his thigh, he began to relax and soothen.

“It’s a secret Imperial mining hub, okay? If you can get me in there, I can get you the coordinates.”

The bounty hunter stared at you, waiting for you answer, you acquiesced, and he commanded Boba Fett to punch in the right coordinates.

“I am not gonna need long inside, so once I get the coordinates, you guys gotta get me the hell out of here.”Mayfled affirmed.

“You get to the roof. I’ll drop in and pull you out.”

“All right. Mayfeld and I will swap out for the drivers in the tunnel.”Cara said looking at the group confidently.

“As much as I’d like to take a road trip with Rebel-dropper here, that’s not gonna work because these Remnant bases are set up and run by ex-ISB. If you get scanned and your genetic signature shows up on any New Republic register, you’re gonna be detected and it’s guns out.”

“Fennec will go.”Mando suggested, scratching his fingers in worry.

The more time we were wasted, the less chances the Child had to remain alive.

“No, I’m wanted by the ISP. I’ll trip the alarm too.”

“Fett?”

“They might recognize my face.”

“so it’s me goin’ there alone. Great!”Mayfeld joked, trying to hide how scared he was.

“I’ll go.”

Mayfeld tried to object but it was to no use.

“I am coming with you. But I won’t be showing my face.”The Mandalorian declared.

“I am going too then.”You shouted loud enough so everyone can hear.

“No, it’s too dangerous.”Mando murmured to you.

“And you are a Jedi, they might know you. We can’t take any risk.”

“They don’t know who I am. They never saw me, and everything on me in this damn universe has been destroyed, so instead of wasted time here, we’re going right now.”

The Mandalorian approached you, took you by the shoulders and tried to take some distance with the group.

“You can’t go, Y/N. It’s dangerous, and if they understand you are a Jedi, you’ll be killed straight away. I won’t take the risk.”He whispered, still holding you by the shoulders.

“Wherever I go, you go, right? Then wherever you go, I go too. Period.”

He sighed and loosened his hold on your arms in a defeated way.

“Great.”Mayfeld exclaimed with an ironical tone.” The more, the merrier, right?”

The Mandalorian was unrecognizable with his new armor on.

Mayfeld began to laugh, and made fun of him, and you kicked him in the crotch.

“Ah! You have a rough one, Mando!”

Mando sighed.

“You look cute, Mando.”You murmured.”Want to take a drink with me after?”

You heard me laugh a bit under his armor, and you smiled, hoping he would relax.

Mando talked with Cara a bit and gave her his armor.

You were sitting next to Mando in that weird thing which was supposed to help you get the coordinates of Moff Gideon. The Mandalorian seemed anxious, and you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed to reassure him.

“Hey, how’s it feel? I mean c’man, you still get to wear a helmet, right.”Mayfeld tried to annoy Mando.

“Shut up, Mayfeld.”You replied, feeling anger rushing through your body, and your fist ready to punch the man.

“I don’t know how your people do with this thing.”

“Mayfeld, stop talking or I’ll kill you with my bare hands right now.”

“So rough. I like it. You won’t kill me, princess, you need me.”

You clenched your teeth and took a deep breath.

“All right. I am taking this thing off.”The ex-Imperial said, removing his helmet.”Feels better when it’s off.”

“Shut up.”

“Princess, stop flirting with me.”

Your conversation was disturbed by someone talking, and the Mandalorian commanded Mayfeld to keep drivind steady.

“Yeah. Empire. New Republic, it’s all the same for those people. Invaders on their land is all we are.”The ex-Imperial exclaimed, his voice getting on your nerves.

He talked again and again, trying to attract Mando’s attention desperately. You tried to clear your mind, watching the locals and your hand still in Mando’s. These people were looking at you with scorn, and it saddened you. You were an intruder on their land, taking advantage of their resources only for your benefit. How could they love you?

“Control, this is Juggernaut Three.”Someone said over the comms.”We’re coming up on some route interference. Control. Control! We need a new…”

A huge explosion mushroomed some meters away from your truck. The voice told you to maintain the speed and remain cautious, while you heard another explosion.

“This is bad.”You shouted, and at the same moment, you saw aliens trying to jump on your vehicle.

“What was that?”

“Pirates. Keep driving. I’ll take care of it.”The Mandalorian declared, sure of himself.

“Mando, be careful, please.”

He squeezed your hand and nodded, opening the window of the Juggernaut and then climbing on the roof.

“How sweet you two are.”Mayfeld joked.”Quite the impossible love story.”

“I said shut up, Mayfeld!”

You heard screaming, and Mando asked Mayfeld to go faster.

“Be careful with the rhydonium.”You screamed to the Ex-Imperial.

“Going faster is a bad idea!”

“Mando, is everything okay?”You shouted, trying to look up on the window.

“He is a big guy, he can take care of himself, you know?”Mayfeld stated, an annoying smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“TIE fighters!”You proclaimed.”For once, I am glad to see them.”

The juggernaut crossed the bridge, and the Mandalorian came back sitting next you, safe.

Stormtroopers were saluting you in respect as the vehicle passed. Mayfeld returned the salute, and you pushed Mando a bit in order for him to push the ex-Imperial too.

A crowd was slowly forming around the juggernaut while you, Mando and Mayfeld descended from the vehicle.

“It’s probably in the officer’s mess.”The ex-Imperial murmured, saluting the crowd.

Just at the entrance of the officer’s room, you could perceive officers dining peacefully.

“There it is.”

“Good luck.”The Mandalorian declared, watching you carefully not to lose you with all those stormtroopers.

You and Mando watched Mayfeld come back and murmured that he couldn’t do it because of his ex-officer.

“Give me the data stick.”The bounty commanded.

“It’s not gonna work. In order to access the network, the terminal has to scan your face.”

“Give it to me.”He repeated louder this time.

You watched the Mandalorian glancing at the officers’room, saluting one officer and then heading towards the terminal. And then, when you didn’t expect the most, the man you loved removed his helmet, only to show his brown and soft hair and his pale skin. You gasped.

You and Mayfeld caught the officer advanced towards the Mandalorian, and pulling you with him, the ex-Imperial went to Mando’s rescue.

“This is my Commander, officer, TK-593, sir. I am Imperial Combat Assault Transport Lieutenant TK-111, and this is Commander TK-666 with me. I am afraid you’ll have to speak up to him a little bit since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.”Mayfeld told his ex-officer with an impressing confidence and gesturing to the Mandalorian.

The officer eyebrowed Mando and then you.

“You.”He pointed his finger at your face.”Remove your helmet.”

“Yes, sir.”You replied, removing your helmet obediently.

To say the officer was shocked to see you was an understatement. He glared at you, and stared at your feet, your stomach, and then your face, scrutinizing every bit of you.

“What’s your name, Officer?”The man shouted to Mando.

Din looked at Mayfeld and then he crossed your gaze. Finally, you could see his features. His brown eyes were in yours, and you never wanted him to have a helmet again. Seeing him for the first time in a so uncommon place was disturbing, but at the same time pleasing. Of course, you were sad that he had to break his Creed, but deep down, you were glad to see his face. Now, you could place a face to your love.

“We just call him, Brown Eyes. Isn’t that right, Officer? Let’s go fill out those TPS reports, so we can go recharge the power colis.”

You began to walk towards the exit, but it was too good to be true.

“You are not dismissed.”Valin Hess exclaimed.

You stopped in your tracks, grazed Din’s hand and turned back to the Officer.

“You the tank troopers that delivered the shipment of rhydonium?”

“Yes, sir.”You all replied at the same time.

Valin Hess stared at Din, scanning him cautiously. You held his hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

“Well, you three managed to be the only transport today to deliver their shipment. Come with me.”

The Officer patted Mando and Mayfeld’s shoulders, and let his hand wandered along your waist.

“Let’s get a drink, Brown Eyes.”

You sat beside the Mandalorian, his thigh against yours.

Mayfeld and Valin began to talk, and you felt tension rose across the room. In a rapid motion, the ex-Imperial shot Valin Hess impulsively with his blaster.

“Shit!”You shouted, drawing out your gun and shooting a stormtrooper.

The Mandalorian followed you and shot two Imperial Officers.

Mayfeld gave the helmet back to Mando.

“You did what you had to.”The ex-Imperial stated.”I never saw your face.”

You watched Din hesitating with the helmet. Without thinking, you grabbed his face, caressed his cheek, and then kissed his lips tenderly. You put your hand on his hair while the other was stroking his cheek.

When you pulled away, breathless, the Mandalorian intertwined his lips with yours again, his hands fondling your hips softly.

“I don’t want to interrupt you, lovebirds, but now we need to run.”

Pulling away, you tried to catch your breath while Din put his helmet back on, holding your hand firmly.

You wanted to think about Din’s face and how soft his lips felt on yours and how brown his hair was, but it wasn’t the time. Stormtroopers were coming your way, and you needed to make it alive.

While walking close to a window, you shot many stormtroopers. Mando helped you climb the window as shoretroopers were trying to kill both of you.

The Mandalorian let you climb the ladder first after Mayfeld, fearing you would fall.

Climbing on the roof, you discovered Boba Fett’s ship coming your way.

The Mandalorian jumped first, and then Mayfeld.

“Come on, Y/N. Jump!”Mando screamed at you, ready to catch you.

You jumped and fell on the Mandalorian’s arms.

“Thank you for helping.”Mando declared to Mayfeld, grateful.

“Huh, good luck gettin’ your kid back. And take care of this one.”Mayfeld said gesturing to you.”She is a tough one, but a princess at the heart.

You smiled and snuggled against the Mandalorian’s armor, and for the first time you didn’t care about people watching you together.

“Take me back.”Mayfeld declared and Cara let him go.

You had seen the Mandalorian without his helmet. Now, you knew what he looked like. You had kissed him, and without his helmet, and he had kissed you back. You were everything to each other. Wherever you went, he went. If he fell, you fell. The only thing missing was the Child. No matter what, you would take him back. And you would be a family again.

A clan of three.

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⬇️Chapter 15⬇️

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[tarlosprompts]

Can I prompt a Judd helping calm Tk down after a rough call, and just having that brotherly fluff vibe?

Days Like These

Claimed by Red💋

Paramedic TK, Firefighter Carlos

Warnings: cursing, violence, minor character death, trauma, bombs, blood, past addiction, mention of guns, anxiety, beginnings of a panic attack

Notes: Let me know if I missed any warnings! (I think I got them all). Sorry for this taking so long and sorry if it’s not what you wanted. If you want me to rewrite it, just let me know!

Most days, TK loved walking into work. Being a paramedic made him happier than he’d been in a while. Being pushed by his father to take the exam was his best decision. Sure, he enjoyed the Adrenalin of the fires, but he had always wanted to help others more than just handing them off the medics. Now, he got the best of both worlds. If his dad needed his help on a fire, he would help but he also got to treat others. It was a win win for not only TK, but his father and the medics. 

TK tended to spend more time with the paramedics than the firemen on calls, so his father had to take on another firefighter. That’s how TK met the most beautiful man in the world...Carlos Reyes. Carlos transferred in and, had TK not been reeling from Alex, TK would have asked the man out. Sadly, TK was apprehensive about starting another relationship, though that didn’t mean that TK didn’t take time to admire the lovely view Carlos Reyes gave. 

Something about Reyes drew TK in. They became good friends and amazing partners when needed. Carlos knew an awful lot about treating patients meaning that he could help out when the medics were swamped and TK would be paired with Carlos when Owen needed his help on calls. Through that, they became best friends. They shared everything with one another...well, almost everything. TK most definitely wasn’t going to tell the man of his Texas sized crush on him...nor was he going to mention his past drug addiction...how would he even bring that up? Just as they’re talking about their last call, ‘yeah, by the way, I have a drug problem and I overdosed before the move down here.’ That was absolutely not happening.

TK was roused from his thoughts as the ambulance stopped. He followed Michelle and Gillian out of the vehicle, turning around in confusion. “Are we sure this is the right place,” he asked. 

“This is what dispatch said. Gillain, call them and ask again,” Michelle stated. Gillian stopped walking, holding the radio between her  hands as she spoke. 

As TK and Michelle moved farther towards the abandoned warehouse, something felt off. “Michelle, we should wait in the ambo. This doesn’t feel right,” TK whispered. 

“We still need to check it out, make sure that no one needs help.”

Gillian caught up, voice shaking slightly, “I can’t contact dispatch.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean no one is answering. I even tried calling, but we’re out of range. I have no signal.”

“‘Chelle, we should-”

Three red dots focused on the three paramedics’ chests. “Don’t move and you won’t be shot.”

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TK was having a hard time reframing his situation. His therapist had suggested the idea of changing the way he looked at a situation in order to find the silver lining...he really couldn’t find the silver lining in having a bomb strapped to his chest. Nor could he find the silver lining in not being to help Gillian as she bled out in front of him. He couldn’t find the silver lining in not being able to help Michelle as the last of the bomb vest was strapped into place. 

Being ushered towards the ambulance sent another wave of panic over him. They were probably going to transport them somewhere more public to have them take out more people. They wanted to make a statement. TK could feel himself shaking as the ambulance started moving. He could only watch as Michelle tried to check on Gillian before her head was thrown to the side by the butt of a gun one of the men held. 

It wasn’t long before the ambulance stopped and the doors opened. Gillian was unceremoniously pulled from the ambulance and thrown to the ground, pulling shouts from bystanders. TK and Michelle were roughly pushed out of the ambulance and pulled into a building. It took a couple of minutes to realize they were at the dispatch center. While TK wasn’t one to hope for bad will on specific people, he certainly hoped Grace wasn’t working and that the men who were forcing their way through the center would suffer the most painful of deaths. 

The gunshots shocked TK. It brought him back to the day he used the battering ram to get to a cardiac failure and a little boy pulled the trigger, hitting him. He flinched as the gunshots went off. He was placed directly across from Michelle, in the center of the dispatch hub. “Here’s how this is going to go,” the head of the group called. “Everyone does as I say, everyone goes home...even these two lovely paramedics. Anyone tries to be the hero...well, we’ll see if someone pulls the trigger faster than I press the button on one of these paramedic’s vests.”

The room was silent as they watched the man in the center of the room. “You, you, and you,” he called out, pointing to a couple of dispatchers, “on the phones. Follow what the three men behind you say and everyone stays alive.”

Hours passed and TK could do nothing but watch as the group got more anxious. Whatever they were planning wasn’t going to plan and that was going to end up in someone getting hurt. The head man cursed before walking towards TK, “you’re coming with me. Seems like your friends came looking for you,” he growled. 

TK dug his feet into the ground. There was no way in hell he was going to let this man take him out for his father to see him strapped to a suicide vest. The punch that slammed his head to the right, split his lip and had him stumbling. He was practically dragged out of the dispatch center. The light assaulted his eyes and it took him a minute to adjust. 

When his eyes adjusted, TK grimaced. His crew was there along with multiple APD members and front and center was his dad. Shit.

TK wanted to be anywhere but there in the moment. He wished that the men’s plan had all worked out and they had left...though if he was being honest, he knew that once their plan concluded, they would have killed all of them anyway. He’d heard them talking about ‘no witnesses’ and what not earlier. He paid no attention to the man talking to the officers and firemen standing around. He didn’t want to look at his father and crew, didn’t want to be in this situation at all. 

“...and if I don’t get what I want or if anyone tries to breach the building, Pretty Boy and his friend are going to blow up the dispatch center,” the man called. 

“You don’t actually think that they’re going to listen to you, do you,” TK heard himself ask. He’d always had a big mouth, didn’t really like bullies. “You’re all the same. You think you’ll place some demands and maybe some of them get met, but really you’re just buying yourself time. They know you’re buying time and are preparing to move in. No one believes that once you’re done with your plan that you’ll let any of us live. You probably already plan to set these vests off once you’re through with whatever it is you’re doing.” TK expected the backlash. He definitely knew how to piss people off. 

He could hear yelling from multiple people. He couldn’t make out the words as he was pulled back into the center. He was shoved to the floor in the middle of the dispatch work floor. His head bounced off the tile and TK barely bit back a groan of displeasure. Hands found his neck and TK jerked to try to move them. “You think you’re so smart? Before they even know what hit them, they’ll be going up in smoke because of you and your partner. You think that by talking like that, you gave them some insight to our plan? Because of you, we had more time to finish what needed to be done!”

TK coughed as the man let his throat go. “I think you’re bluffing,” TK gasped. 

Michelle made a noise of protest as the man rounded and hit TK’s face. “You’re lucky I need you alive to keep your crew out from here. I hear that you’re that Captain’s son. He won’t let you come to any harm.”

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It feels like forever before there’s more movement in the center. The men were wrapping up their plan. TK met Michelle’s eyes, they both nodded. They weren’t going down without a fight. Before they could get up, four doors busted open and flash bombs were going off.

TK covered his ears, eyes shutting to protect him from the bright flashes. Everything was muffled sounding. Opening his eyes and uncovering his ears, TK had to blink multiple times before he could make out what was going on in the room. S.W.A.T. had taken out the men and were escorting them out. The leader of the team was making his way towards Michelle and TK. 

“I’m Captain Pack, I need you both to stay still while the bomb squad gets in here to get these vests off of you.”

TK nodded, his ears picking up a scuffle near one of the entrances, “that’s my son in there! Let me see my son!” 

TK licked his lips. “Can you tell my dad that I’m fine? Tell him to let the bomb squad do their job and I’ll be out in a bit?”

“You’ve got it, Strand.”

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TK hated hospitals. They reminded him of when he overdosed, having woken up in a hospital room with his dad crying and telling him that it was going to be okay. TK hated hospitals. He would tell the hospitals that he didn’t want narcotics when he was hurt and the workers would just give him looks like they could judge someone they don’t even know. TK fucking hated hospitals. 

After the bomb squad had gotten rid of the vests, another team of paramedics had checked them out. He had seen his crew in the background as he had been loaded into an ambulance. He knew it was only a matter of time before they showed up. He was allowed to head home and had already texted his dad to let him know. 

A soft knock on the door frame brought TK’s attention to it. Judd stood in the doorway , arms crossed, an unreadable look on his face. “Owen wanted to come get you, but we got a call out right after your text. Seemed like a big one. I offered to come get ya.”

TK nodded, slowly getting off the bed and grabbing his uniform shirt. It was silent as they walked to Judd’s truck. Gingerly, TK pulled himself into the truck and Judd shut the door behind him. TK knew that Judd wanted to talk as the man started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. TK, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to be dropped at home so that he could burrow under the covers of his bed and never come out again.

“You had a shit day,” Judd stated as he pulled up to a red light. 

Not expecting the remark, a laugh bumbled out of TK’s mouth. “No shit,” he responded. 

“Reyes was really worried about you.” Before TK could respond, Judd continued. “We all were. We knew Michelle would be fine, but you have a tendency to get yourself hurt and generally run your mouth off at people. And, let’s be honest, even when you’re not actively trying to piss someone off, you tend to get hurt anyway.”

TK glanced at Judd as he rolled forward as the light turned green. He could see the set in Judd’s jaw which told him how Judd was trying to keep his emotions in check. “To be fair, I don’t look for trouble...I just sometimes invoke the wrath of the trouble that has found me.”

A small chuckle passed Judd’s lips. “That’s a nice way of saying that you couldn’t shut your big mouth long enough to get out of there without your pretty face getting bruised and cut up.”

TK rolled his eyes, “it was like I couldn’t stop myself. He always turned so red when I talked back to him. I think part of me wanted to see how red I could get him, if he’d turn purple or something.” TK could feel the heaviness that had been on his chest starting to lift as he and Judd fell into their regular banter for the rest of the ride home. By the time they reached his house, TK didn’t feel jittery.

Spotting a familiar Camero in the driveway, TK felt a small smile grace his face. “Looks like Lover Boy wants to make sure you’re alright for himself,” Judd smirked. 

TK could feel his face heat up. “We’re friends, Judd. Just like you and me. You wanted to make sure I was alright and he wants to do the same.”

Parking the truck, Judd turned to him. “We both know that’s some bullshit. I don’t see why you don’t make a move on him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He looked like a kicked puppy today when everything happened. He wanted nothing more than to storm into the dispatch center and get you the hell out of there. That man cares about you, TK. You deserve someone that good, someone who thinks of you as the man who hung the moon.”

TK shook his head. “Carlos doesn’t like me like that, Judd. Why would he? He doesn’t even know how fucked up I am,” he mumbled. 

TK wasn’t expecting the light slap to the back of his head. His eyes shot up to Judd’s, a frown firmly on his face. “You’re not fucked up. You’ve had some fucked up situations in your life that have shaped you into a strong, capable man, TK. Your past addiction doesn’t make you weaker, it makes you so fucking strong. You’re allowed to have reservations, but Carlos is gone for you, Brother. You love him, he loves you...take the chance and jump. He’ll catch you.”

TK studied Judd’s face, seeing nothing but the truth. He wiped his palms on his pants, licking his lips. “I’m blaming you when he laughs in my face.”

Before TK could exit the truck, Judd placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this, TK. Feel better soon, okay? Grace wants to have you over in a few days for dinner.”

TK nodded his head, letting himself out of the truck and waving Judd off. Turning towards his driveway, TK could see Carlos leaning against his vehicle. He walked slowly over to the man, feeling some of the heaviness from before return. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyelids and his throat closing from the stresses of the day. 

As he got closer to Carlos, the man pushed himself off his car. TK didn’t give Carlos time to talk, he just dived in, burying his head in Carlos’ chest and winding his arms around the man’s middle. Immediately Carlos wrapped his arms around TK tightly but not tight enough to hurt the slightly smaller man. That’s when the floodgates opened and TK let himself cry knowing Carlos was going to catch him.

TK doesn’t know how long they stay in their embrace, but he almost instantly feels embarrassed. He backed out of the embrace, motioning towards the house and walking away from the man. Shakily, he unlocks the door, leaving it open for Carlos as he makes his way to the couch. “If you need to talk-”

“I-I don’t want,” TK blew out a breath, “I don’t want to talk...about it...I-there’s nothing to say. We were sent there by chance, we didn’t know it wasn’t an emergency. We were blindsided. We had to make sure there was no one that actually needed our help and even though I told Michelle that it didn’t feel right and we should leave, we had to check. There’s nothing to talk about, okay? They shot-they shot Gillian and wouldn’t let us help her and they strapped bombs to our chest and put us back in our ambulance. They threw Gillian on the street without letting us help her and they took us into the dispatch center and they threatened to use us to kill everyone in the center. They were brutish and I fucking hate bullies so I just had to tell him off like the little twat I am. I know it was stupid, okay?” TK took a shuddering breath in. All the anxiety from the day came rushing back. “And-and he dragged me out there and I saw you guys and I just kept thinking that I couldn’t put my dad through losing his son. I couldn’t make him watch me get blown up but I just kept antagonizing the man because I hated the idea of him. And I just-I kept thinking about you and my dad. I wanted to get back to you both because I love you both so much and the thought of hurting you kills me,” TK was breathing raggedly at this point. He’d just admitted to Carlos that he was in love with him.

Tears fogged TK’s vision as his breathing worsened. Hands were on his face soon after, words muffled in his ears. TK was spiraling. Lips touched his and TK caught his breath, tensing before quickly relaxing at the calm hands stroking his face. As the lips separated from his, he opened his eyes to see Carlos already looking at him. “I hope that was okay. It was the only way I could think to keep you from going into a panic attack. Our first kiss shouldn’t have been that, but I didn’t know what to do and-”

“Carlos,” TK’s voice was soft and ragged. “The only reason that wouldn’t be alright is if you didn’t mean it.”

Carlos rested his forehead against TK’s. “I meant it and so much more, Amore.” 

“Promise?”

“Forever.”

[bellakitse]

chicken soup and mashed potatoes

Carlos wakes up with a pounding headache as his alarm goes off. The tickle in his throat he had the night before now feels like knives; it hurts to swallow.

*

When Carlos is sick, TK is there to take care of him.

30 days of Tarlos - Day 13

Carlos wakes up with a pounding headache as his alarm goes off. The tickle in his throat he had the night before now feels like knives; it hurts to swallow. With a low, pain-filled groan, he sits up slowly, taking a deep breath when the movement turns his stomach. He aches all over, and knows that if he had the strength to go to the bathroom to get his thermometer, it would show that he has a temperature.

He reaches for his phone, pulling up his contacts. He’s lucky he has the day off and doesn’t need to call out, but he remembers that he’s supposed to get breakfast with Michelle before her shift. Shooting her a quick text, he tells her he can’t make it because he’s dying, and for her to remember him fondly before he throws the phone back on the bed.

He’s a little dramatic when he’s miserable and sick. Sue him.

He sits at the edge of his bed for a few minutes working up the nerve to stand up. When he finally does, it’s on shaky legs that make him feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time. He brushes his teeth and washes his face only to have to brush his teeth a second time when he finds himself bent over his toilet, throwing up his dinner from the night before.

Eyeing at his reflection in the mirror, he finds himself staring at his ashen complexion. It takes him longer than he would like to open the aspirin bottle in his medicine cabinet, and by the time he’s popped two pills, all he wants is his bed again.

He makes it back to his bedroom slowly; for a moment, he considers eating something to help his stomach with the pills but decides against it as just the thought of food makes his stomach turn again. Instead, he lays back down and pulls the covers up over his head.

Sleep, he thinks as he closes his eyes. All he needs is sleep.

 ֍֍֍

 Carlos wakes up again a few hours later, this time it’s to a hand running through his hair and a familiar weight at his side. Fingers slide from his hair to his cheek, and Carlos can’t help but lean into it, seeking the comforting touch.

Opening his eyes slowly, he finds the pretty green eyes of his boyfriend looking back at him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” TK says quietly, a soft smile on his face as he caresses his cheek.  “I heard you were on your death bed.”

“Michelle?” he questions, his voice rough, his throat feeling like it’s lined with sandpaper.

“Mmhmm,” TK nods. “She told me when our shift started.”

Carlos frowns as he remembers that TK does indeed have a shift. “How are you here?”

TK smiles at him again, shrugging his shoulder. “I have some pull with the Captain,” he says teasingly. “And I got Judd to cover me; it’s Grace’s birthday next month, so we swapped. I’ll cover him then.”

“And you came here?” he asks again, still confused, he watches as TK’s expression softens.

“You’re sick, baby,” he explains to him gently. “Where else would I be?”

Carlos swallows hard, this time not from his sore throat, but from the lump of emotion he feels stuck there. “Thank you, cariño.”

TK ducks his head, but it doesn’t hide the blush he always gets when Carlos calls him that. “Okay, first things first,” he says, standing up from the bed. “We need to get you into the shower; you’ll feel so much better after we’ve cleaned you up.”

Carlos agrees, his fever broke while he slept, leaving him sweaty and gross. With TK’s help, he gets out of bed and into the bathroom, luckily this time his legs don’t feel too much like rubber. He lifts his arms when TK tells him too as he helps him out of his shirt. His boxers follow, leaving him naked. He expects TK to leave the room after he’s turned on the water. Instead, he watches with widening eyes as TK removes his clothes too. When he catches him looking, TK gives him a lazy shrug.

“What?” he asks as he helps him get into the shower before stepping in behind him. “I can’t let you shower alone. What if you fall?”

TK picks up a washcloth lathering it up before he starts running it over his body. He goes over his chest and stomach, takes his time on Carlos’ shoulders and arms before bending down to wash his legs. Every touch is exquisite torture for Carlos. The smirk on TK’s face as he looks up at him from where he’s kneeling tells him that TK is entirely aware.

“Tease,” he mutters moodily as TK turns off the water.

TK laughs softly, drying himself quickly before holding out a hand for him to get out of the shower.

“Shower sex can be dangerous even when both people are at 100%,” TK tells him as he dries him off. “No way are we trying it when you’re sick. We’d break something and then have to have the crew rescue us. We would never live it down.”

“You’re still a tease,” he pouts just as TK runs the towel over his dick. “Case in point,” he says, giving TK a pointed look as he takes his time drying the area. TK just grins at him.

He helps him into a pair of soft cotton pants and shirt, leaning in to kiss his cheek when he’s done.

“I’m going to get you sick,” he warns him as TK remains close.

“I’ll risk it,” TK murmurs, kissing him again, this time under his ear. “Feeling better?”

Carlos nods, he still doesn’t feel great, but he does feel a whole lot better than he did when he first woke up.

“Enough to maybe eat something?” he asks him. He takes his hand in his as they leave the bathroom. Instead of heading back to bed, TK leads him towards his living room. “I got you chicken soup, mashed potatoes, and apple juice from that deli we like.”

Carlos stops halfway to the couch, forcing TK to do the same. His boyfriend looks at him curiously, but all Carlos can do is stare at him in amazement. “You remembered,” he says quietly, recalling a nighttime conversation they had months ago when they first started dating. He had mentioned that when he was a kid, he got bronchitis and that all he wanted to eat was chicken soup, mashed potatoes, and apple juice. Since then, it’s the only thing he craves when he isn’t feeling well.

TK brings their joined hands up to his mouth, giving the back of his hand a soft kiss. It makes Carlos’ stomach flip at the gentleness. “I remember everything you tell me, baby,” he tells him, and Carlos finds himself melting on the spot. The three words that are always on his mind when he’s with, or even thinking about TK dying to burst out.

“I love you,” he says before he can second-guess himself, his heart racing as TK’s eyes widen. “I probably could have picked a better moment to tell you that, but you switch your shift to come take care of me, you help me in the shower, you bring my favorite comfort food. You’re here, and I just love you so much,  I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.”

TK gives him a wide smile that turns into a soft laugh as he shakes his head. “I think this is the perfect time,” he tells him, taking his other hand, he brings them both back up to his mouth, this time kissing his knuckles. “I love you too, Carlos.”

Carlos grins, his heart roaring under his chest at the words. “I really want to kiss you, but I know I’ll get you sick.”

TK smiles again, wide and happy. “How about I get you a bowl of soup first, and then afterwards we can watch a movie while I scratch your head,” he suggests, obviously also remembering Carlos telling him that’s what his mom would do when he wasn’t feeling well.

He gives him a nod, sitting down on the couch while TK gets the food. When he comes back to him, he gives Carlos another loving smile as he passes him the bowl.

He still sick, his throat still hurts, and his body aches, but he also has TK who loves him, and he has chicken soup and mashed potatoes, so he’s already better.

[detectivereyes]

Drop What I’m Doing and Sit Beside You

(read on ao3)

Summary:  Carlos knows he's sick yet he decides against calling out. Fortunately he has an awesome partner and an incredible boyfriend that know how to talk some sense into him.

CW:  brief mentions of nausea near the beginning

Features @brilliantbanshee‘s OC Mya because I love her and I just had to include her as Carlos’ partner (thanks for letting me borrow her Jillian!)

Beta’d by @terramous

Carlos knew from the moment he woke up this morning with a dull ache behind his eyes that it was going to be a rough day. In all honesty, he probably should have called out of his shift. The symptoms came on suddenly yet strong last night, causing him to get barely any sleep. Instead, he decided to tough it out.

And now, sitting in the patrol car on his lunch break with Mya, the dull ache in his head has evolved into an intense pounding. He tries to take a few bites of his sandwich but the ham and cheese combination only makes him nauseous. So he gives up and rests his throbbing head in his hands, pressing the heel of his palms against his eyes.

When he finally looks back up, he notices his partner, Mya, giving him a look.

“What?” he asks.

“You should have just called out today.”

“I’m fine, Mya.”

“I’ll believe you if you can finish your sandwich without getting sick.”

Carlos glares at her. As he’s about to fire back, their banter is interrupted by the crackling of their radio alerting them to a car accident a few blocks away. Carlos grabs the radio and responds that they are two minutes out before flipping on the light bar and siren, and speeding off.

When they arrive at the scene, the 126 already have the accident covered, so Mya and Carlos direct their attention to crowd control. 

Making his way over to the scene, he manages to catch TK’s eye and give him a small smile. Even though Carlos may feel like he’s dying right now, running into his boyfriend on calls is always certain to make the day a little brighter.

“How’s that going?” Mya asks, pulling Carlos from his thoughts.

“It’s nice.” Carlos blushes, whether that’s the thought of TK or the fever remains to be seen. “I mean, we basically spend every second both of us are not on shift together and things are just going good.”

“Good.” Mya smiles and nods at him. “I’m happy for you guys.”

They break off in separate directions to control the crowd. As Carlos gets closer to his section, the noise of the group, on top of the blaring equipment the 126 is using to get the accident victims out, only makes Carlos’ head feel worse. He wasn’t even sure that was possible, but now the intense throb has progressed to a piercing pain. He sways on his feet but catches himself, trying to shake it off. He has a job to do and he refuses to let a little minor sickness get in the way of that.

He starts to politely ask the crowd that had gathered around the scene to take a few steps back and allow the fire department to do their job. He glances over to Mya, expecting her to be doing the same on the other side but instead he finds her chatting with TK. He goes to shake his head in disapproval but the movement only makes him dizzy. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the blinding pain to pass. Before he can get them back open, he feels a soft hand on his back. 

“Hey baby, how about I take you home?”

Carlos turns around and squints open his eyes to be met with TK’s concerned gaze. “What did Mya say to you?”

“She really didn’t have to say much, I could tell you were feeling off today. But we’re both worried about you.”

“Well I appreciate your concern but unfortunately we both have a job to do right now.”

“Well we’re just about finished here and I already talked to my dad and he’s letting me leave early to take you home. Mya is going to talk to your captain. We’ve got it covered, okay?”

Carlos wants to argue with him more. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy his friends going out of their way so he can have a day off. Plenty of people work through sick days, why should he get special treatment?

Instead, he gives TK a small nod, prompting his boyfriend to take his hand and lead him back over to the patrol car.

—

Carlos tried to insist that TK should ride back to the firehouse with his crew and that way they could both drive home and meet at Carlos’ house. TK however would not hear it. Instead he proposed that he ride back with Carlos and Mya. That way Carlos wouldn’t have to drive himself home. When Carlos pointed out that TK would then be stuck wearing his uniform for the remainder of the day, TK just shrugged it off saying he would get someone to bring him a change of clothes when their shift ended.

By the time they get settled in his house, Carlos is exhausted. When it was clear that TK was making Carlos go home and would not be taking “no” for an answer, Carlos allowed the symptoms he was suppressing since he woke up to fully overtake his body. Every muscle aches and he can’t figure out if he wants to curl up under a blanket to get himself to stop shaking or take a cold shower in the hopes that it brings his fever down.

He all but collapses onto the couch the minute they walk in the door as TK bee-lines towards his kitchen.

“What kind of soup do you have?”

“You’re making me soup?”

TK perks up at Carlos’ question and chuckles. “Yeah, that’s kind of what you do for people who are sick.”

“There should be some cans in the cabinet. I don’t care what kind.” 

Carlos smiles, watching his boyfriend maneuver around his kitchen with ease. The thought that he knows his way around Carlos’ house so well after such a short time together fills Carlos with warmth.

Knowing the soup may take a while to cook, Carlos decides to rest his eyes for just a few minutes. Or at least he planned to only keep them closed for a few minutes but he must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knows, he feels a cool hand pressed against his forehead.

His eyes flutter open, meeting TK’s worried gaze.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, biting down on his lip. “You feel really warm though. Do you have a thermometer?”

“In the bathroom, medicine cabinet,” Carlos meekly gets out.

TK nods and hurries off, quickly returning with a thermometer in hand which he presses under Carlos’ tongue. He pulls it out when it beeps and reads the number out loud. “102 degrees,” he states with concern.

Carlos didn’t think it was that high but then again, this is the first time his temperature has been taken tonight. The thought had crossed his mind when he woke up this morning but he brushed it off and convinced himself he would be fine.

With TK’s concerned eyes still on him, all he says is “oh.”

“Have you taken any medicine yet?”

Carlos shrugs. “I took some Advil but that was hours ago.”

“Okay,” TK nods, getting up to make his way back to the bathroom before returning with two more tablets and a glass of water.

“Thanks,” Carlos says, taking the medicine and a small sip of water. 

TK takes a seat next to him, and allows Carlos to rest his head on his shoulder. “The soup is done but I put it in the fridge. You can heat it up later if you don’t want it right now.”

Carlos mumbles an “okay” into TK’s shoulder.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“I don’t think I can stay awake. But you can turn on something if you want.”

TK chooses Coco and Carlos lets himself drift off to the sound of Miguel explaining his family's history. 

The next time he wakes up, he is no longer leaning on TK but instead his snug shoulder has been replaced with a slightly less comfortable pillow. He can also hear TK talking to someone from across the room.

“How is he doing?” The familiar female voice asks.

“I don’t think his fever has broken yet even with the medicine, but he’s been asleep for awhile now so that’s good.”

Opening his eyes, he spots TK and Marjan standing in the kitchen. Seeing that TK is holding a fresh change of clothes in hand, Carlos puts it together that he must have decided on asking Marjan to stop by after her shift ended. Carlos had felt bad that TK was stuck wearing his uncomfortable Austin FD uniform after taking him home so he’s glad that TK stuck to his word and did get someone to bring him some more comfortable clothes.

“Correction, I was asleep,” Carlos states, causing both of them to jump slightly.

TK looks at him guilty. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s fine,” Carlos shrugs him off. 

“How are you feeling?” Marjan asks as she and TK walk over to where Carlos is still seated on the couch.

“Fine, I guess.”

TK scoffs. “You don’t look any better. You know you don’t have to put on a front for us right?”

It was true. Carlos didn’t really feel much better than he did earlier. However, he still didn’t appreciate being called out on it by his boyfriend.

Marjan must have sensed the awkwardness that hung in the room because she gave him and TK a small smile. “Okay, I’m going to head out. Call me if you need anything?”

In true gentleman fashion, TK takes the time to walk her to the door and says a quick “Thanks Marj,” before turning his attention back to Carlos. 

“I’m going to get changed,” he says and makes his exit.

Carlos sighs and follows him into the bedroom. “Can we cuddle? I think that might make me feel better,” he says, giving him a sheepish smile.

TK nods and grabs his hand, leading him to the bed. Most of the time when they cuddle, Carlos tends to be the big spoon. However, today TK takes that position, wrapping his arms around Carlos and letting him be the small spoon.

When they are settled in, TK is the first to break the silence. “I’m sorry if I sounded confrontational back there. I just don’t like seeing you build walls around yourself. I want you to feel like you can be honest with me, about anything.”

“I don’t know,” Carlos responds. “I guess I’m just so used to acting like I’m fine that I forget that I don’t have to do that with you.”

TK nods. “I understand that.”

“I will try to do better though with letting you in, okay?” Carlos says, turning over his shoulder and leaning to plant a kiss on TK’s cheek.

TK blushes and smiles. “You should probably try and get some rest.”

“Yeah, okay,” Carlos nods. 

They stay like that, tangled in each other's arms for the rest of the day; Long past after Carlos’ fever breaks.