#rafa fic

[masterthrutimenspace]

Been thinking a lot ab transfem 2012 leo lately,,,,​ :]

I love she. I like to think she secretly wears eye makeup under her mask while still in the closet. She's just happy to know she has it on even if no one else sees it. Sad that she can't put anything on her actual eyelids or she'll get caught :( so she just kinda puts it around her eyes. It still looks good when her eyes are open.

And she's actually like good at it too, making art on her face. She tries it once and suddenly it's her favorite past time hobby (even above Space Heroes), trying out different looks and styles. She searches up color theory and complexions and everything, though she has to learn a lot by herself since she has green skin. She's probably watched a thousand makeup videos. And she keeps this up for months without being caught, being the ninja that she is. It becomes so normal to her to the point that when her mask flies off during a fight with some bad guy she doesn't even realize how big a deal it is at first, lol.

After she does get found out she just says she likes makeup, not mentioning anything about being trans. April is ecstatic about Leo's hobby and buys her all kinds of makeup stuff like fake eyelashes, despite April herself not being that into makeup. Karai joins in too, teaching Leo some edgier looks. Sometimes they wear matching makeup.

Raph and Donnie are a bit weirded out at first but they can see this is, for some reason, important to Leo so they refrain from making any rude comments, even if just jokingly. Mikey loves it, he is fully supportive. Probably asks Leo to do his makeup once or twice. He is a bit jealous that Leo is trying to take his place as the cutest turtle though.

Raph appriciates the artsiness of it and the level of skill it would take to do that. He still thinks it's weird but he warms up to it.

Donnie does not at all get it but it makes his "brother" happy so it it what it is. And he will admit it is pretty cute.

Despite what everyone would have expected, Splinter doesn't make a big deal out of it. He just asks what the occasion is. Leo's new hobby doesn't get in the way of anything and it makes his "son" happy. He can also appriciate the time and effort of the craft. He'd probably be curious to know some of the techniques. Not for any purpose, just pure curiosity.

Casey would randomly walk into the lair one day and think Leo is some new sister of theirs. Which, technically he's not wrong. Leo is silently having a gender moment after Casey calls her a girl while Raph is laughing at Casey's confusion on the situation.

Casey doesn't know shit about makeup (me too fam) but he thinks it's badass that Leo is confidently wearing it. Screw toxic masculinity and all that shit. He goes on a random rant about his sister wanting to try makeup but thinking she's too young for that stuff (does she have a canon age? I imagine her being like 11). Leo tells him he should give his sister a chance to try it out, that it's just a fun activity and doesn't mean anything. Leo gives him like a whole lecture how makeup is about how it makes the person wearing it feel and not looking good for someone else. So Casey ends up deciding he's gonna give his sister some basic makeup stuff for her birthday (or Christmas, whichever comes first). Leo is satisfied.

Later that day Casey would ask Leo to help him decide what to give his sister and Leo is happy to help. What she doesn't expect though is for Casey to just straight up ask if she's trans. She panics. Casey panics at Leo's panic and splutters apologies for asking so suddenly, reassuring her that he's fully supportive if she is trans. So Leo comes out to him. And it feels nice. It's nice to have someone else know, to not carry it alone. Even though she was not at all prepared or ready to come out to anyone yet. She went to sleep feeling lighter that day.

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Iga Swiatek | WTA Finals 2023, Cancún, México

[chaotictarlos]

I had to gif this for science okay....

[namorslutfanfiction]

1 & 15 with our curly haired beauty Rafa maybe?👀

Here's 1

"Tell me you love me." Rafa's whisper was desperate. He'd cornered you at your nephews birthday party. The party goers were focused on the kids and of course Felix had his own things to worry about. He didn't need to find out that his best friend and his sister were currently in a closet somewhere.

"Rafa, let's not do this here. I can visit you at your place tomorrow. But please please don't do this right now." You pushed the narco away from you. He looked angry but also more sad than you had ever seen them. You were frustrated and also felt slightly guilty but you ignored that.

"You really don't love me do you? Was I just your way of getting back at your brother?" Rafa looked like he had just had an epiphany and started laughing. "We've been doing this for a year! A year of hiding and running around and all the things you said we were going to do together. I killed people for you!"

"You act like I was the only one manipulating people Rafa. I know you only started fucking me to get back at that rich brat Sofia. You could honestly have done better, Rafa." You shot back.

"That was only in the beginning. I haven't given a shit about Sofia since that first night we slept together," Rafa softened again.

It was infuriating how your heart ached for him. It wasn't supposed to have gotten this far and for this long. "Rafa, I do care about you. But this is not the place for us to figure out whatever we are. There's something big happening with my brother and I don't want you to get involved."

"I'm his partner, of course I'm involved," Rafa shot back, frustration evident.

"Do you know he's trying to get into cocaine transport?" You asked him, expecting the surprise that took over his face. "You aren't that close to him anymore. I don't want him finding out about us because it might give him another reason to push you out."

Rafa leaned up against the door of the closet, contemplating what he had just heard. You watched him realize what Felix's new business venture would mean for him and his weed. You cupped his cheek and met his gaze. "Fucking with you may have started because I knew it would annoy Felix the most. But do you really think I would have kept this going for so long if I didn't have a reason."

You kissed him softly and he instinctively returned the kiss. You pulled away and held his face in your hands. "Before Felix finds out about us I need to make sure that your weed will be able to stand on its own without my brother's focus. I'm protecting you, do you understand?"

"Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me or tell me you love me. One or the other," Rafa insisted, not believing you.

You looked at him, taking in the handsome man who had been part of your life longer than anyone but your brother. The man you had grown so close to in the past year despite all your efforts to stay detached. You knew you had hurt him as you led him on. Glued to his side one week then off doing who knows what the next. You'd treat him better eventually, when you knew he was safe. But you would give him something to cling to. "I love you, Rafael Caro Quintero. And I will show you just how much tomorrow when I visit your home. But today I need to go out there and celebrate my nephew's birthday."

You pulled him down by his lapel for a heated and passionate kiss that left Rafa out of breath and trying to kiss you again. You pushed him away, "I'll leave first. Wait 5 minutes before you leave the closet. I will see you tomorrow, mi amor."

Rafa stole another kiss, his demeanor now happier and giddy and so in love, "I'll do whatever you want, bonita. I can't wait until tomorrow."

You hesitated at the door and turned to him one last time, "I promise you, Rafa, we'll be together in the open, soon. Just wait for me, okay. Te amo."

With those words you left the closet and didn't turn back.

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Here's 15 SMUT

You couldn't help but gasp as Rafa kissed his way down your body. You wanted more than anything to thread your fingers through his hair and hold him close. You pulled at the ropes that tied you to the bed to no avail.

When Rafa settled between your legs and ran the flat of his tongue up your slit you struggled to stifle the moan. He laid his head on your inner thigh and with the barest tip of his finger grazed your sensitive skin, pulling away as you tried to rock into his touch. You looked down at him regretting letting him do this.

He had insisted that he wanted to try being in control. Rafa was normally so welcoming to your need to tease and play with him. You experimented but your love making always leant toward your dominant side. But he'd gotten it into his head, for some reason, that he wanted to tie you up and have his way with you. So here you were, tied to your large bed, naked and spread like an eagle for him to have his way with.

Rafa straddled your thigh, cupping your pussy with one hand as he leaned over you and nipped at your nipple. He was still fully dressed and you were craving his skin on yours. You mewled as he laved at your breasts and finally dipped a finger inside of you. He was smiling as he rutted against your thigh, his hard on pressing into you.

You watched him as he pulled his finger from you and stuck it in his mouth. He made a show of licking it clean before he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. The dark man was still slowly rutting against your thigh as you squirmed for more friction between your legs. Rafa smiled at you as he glided his fingers along your torso, cupping your breasts. "You look so needy, baby. I like it."

You gasped when he wrapped a hand around your throat and found your clit with the other. He drew languid circles around the nub, pulled away, then did it again, teasing you mercilessly. You moaned in frustration, "I think I liked you better when you were on your knees and begging for mercy."

Rafa chuckled loudly as he muffled your comment with his lips. You were savoring the taste of his tongue when you felt him unbuckle his pants. When he pulled away and leant back on his knees you could see his hard cock now out in the open. You watched him step off the bed and kick off his jeans. Followed by him moving to each of your ankles and untying them.

You didn't move, unsure of what was coming but you were eager for whatever it was. His fingertips danced along your legs as he crawled back up the bed. You breathed out his name, begging him with your eyes for more. Rafa hovered over you, whispering words of adoration as he covered your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses. You felt him untie one of your hands from the bedpost but keep the rope around your wrist.

"Turn, mi amor," He whispered as he guided you. Rafa untied your other wrist but as you turned he pulled your wrists together and tied them to each other behind your back. You were surprised that he chose this but you didn't bother to ask as he distracted you with more kisses and caresses.

The narco's cock was nudging at your pussy as he pulled you up to a kneeling position. He kept your torso up by a firm hand on your tied wrists and his hand cupping the front of your throat. You felt totally at his mercy as he slid his cock home. He fucked you viciously, spanking you as he thrust into you at a punishing pace. It had never been like this before. So brutal and animalistic and all consuming. Your orgasms hit you one after the other as Rafa used you. You could do nothing but take all that he gave you.

By the time you were nestled in his arms, barely conscious as he pulled you close and showered you with kisses and 'I love you's, you had no more regrets. Maybe you'd have to let him have control more often. You were sore, a mess between your legs, and completely and utterly satisfied.

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[v4mpires0ap]

All I wanna say is that I wanna see that necklace dangling over me 🫣👀 okay I'll see myself out GOODBYE

[schumiatspa]

There are many different opinions on who Carlitos' tennis dad is: Rafa, Roger or Djokovic

We should settle this the old-fashioned way: the three wannabe dads should be shipped to a Greek island to sing Abba songs

[sashketter]

Preparing for Tantiss

Summary: While the Bad Batch acquire the coordinates to Tantiss, Rex prepares a ragtag team of familiar faces to follow him to the Imperial base.

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: A hint of Rexiyo; a smidge, a sampling, an infinitesimal iota, if you will 😊

Notes: I’ve been saying for awhile that the "cavalry" in The Bad Batch finale might not just be clones, but it occurred to me only today to write it tf down, the last two episodes be damned lol This takes place during season 3 episode 13 of The Bad Batch, "Into the Breach." Look to the tags for the “familiar faces” - the cast is too long to list here. I wrote this in a rush, but it builds off some ideas I'm using for a series about Riyo Chuchi and the Clone Underground, specifically using Orto Plutonia as a base and the working relationship between Rex and Riyo.

“Careful with those proton torpedoes!”

“Don’t scratch my ship! I don’t care how well the Republic—"

“Father! Can I show Jek ze fighters?”

The small airbase on Orto Plutonia had proven more useful than Rex could have imagined. Clearing an area large enough to host more than half a dozen starships was a challenge, but the clones and the Talz braved extreme snowstorms in record time. Fortune seemed to smile on them today as the sky cleared and the wind calmed to a whisper. Ready the fleet, the breeze seemed to say. All the ships had spilled out of the hangar and into the open air, everyone enjoying the rare bout of good weather. Rex watches the fruits of his quick and dangerous labor from the edge of the field.

“Transmission from Pantora, sir.” A clone hands Rex a holoprojector, and Riyo Chuchi flickers in his palm.

“How are preparations coming along, captain?” Riyo learned to dispense with pleasantries when it came to Rex and his missions.

“Very well, senator.” Rex learned to keep his reports short when it came to Riyo and her transmissions. “It’s a tight fit with all the aircraft, but we’ll be ready in half a rotation. Hopefully by then, Echo will have transmitted the coordinates.”

Riyo nods, but can’t hide her concern. “Be careful, Rex. I can hold off the Senate for awhile, but not long. If Tantiss is as secretive and well-guarded as you say, people will want to know everything if something,” she searches for the right word, “explosive happens.”

“Understood.” Rex nods. “You be careful yourself.” It’s an earnest warning, but he looks around and finds no one within earshot. He smirks and tries his luck. “Try not to attract any more bombs while I’m busy.”

She huffs, looks around, and counters, “Try not to blow up any more bases.”

Rex returns her smile. She nods, and in an instant, she’s gone. Rex tucks the holoprojector in his belt.

“Uncle Rex!” Shaeeh calls and tugs at his arm. Rex’s heart thumps hard in his chest, taken off-guard by the surprise attack. “Can I come?”

Suu tiptoes from behind and grabs her daughter by the waist and off the ground. “Ay, no, we need someone to watch ze base while we are gone.” She nuzzles Shaeeh on the cheek before putting the child down.

“They’re ready for inspection,” Howzer announces, gesturing towards the noisy airfield. The captains fall into step.

First up are two Y wings parked across from each other. Cham Syndulla climbs down from the cockpit of one while Cut Lawquane stands up from the wheels of the other. Their kids play in the space between.

“Ready and operational, Rex,” Cut reports, wiping his hands with an oil-ridden rag.

“As iz ours,” Cham adds. “Eleni iz ‘aving some trouble with ze turret, but—”

“All fixed!” The men look up in time to see a wrench fly in the air and land with a loud clink on the ground. Eleni appears from the turret, smiling and wiping her forehead. Hera laughs as Chopper rolls loudly, arms flailing, to pick up the wrench.

“Good work.” Rex nods at the men before moving on.

Several meters away is a Nebula-class freighter. An astromech speeds from under its chassis towards Rex, stopping too late and bumping into his shins. He grunts in pain but otherwise ignores the collision. He rubs the droid’s dome.

“Hey, R7. Where’s Rafa?”

“You can’t bank at that speed, Trace!” Rafa’s voice turns the captains’ attention to the left. “The motivators will—”

“You watch! The Silver Angel can handle anything I throw at her.” Trace sees the captains watching her and her sister argue for the umpteenth time. “Oh, hey, captains.” She gives a short salute.

Howzer crosses his arms and shakes his head, but Rex is amused. It reminds him of the first time they met, right after Padmé’s--

“Whoa, Wookiee alert!” Rafa stops Rex’s train of thought. He turns to see three adult Wookiees approach from the right.

Howzer still can’t contain his shock at their ship. “How did they get their hands on a gunship?”

Rex sometimes forgets Howzer had been stationed far from most of the action of the Clone Wars. “General Tarfful fought in the Battle of Kashyyyk,” he gestures towards the heavily-armored Wookiee, “with Master Yoda. And lucky for us, he’s no friend of the Empire.”

A protocol droid ambles from behind the Wookiee general and ahead to the clone captains. “Hello, I am C3-LT, protocol droid for General Tarfful.”

Rex nods. “Please thank the general for his help. We’re well aware of the trouble on Kashyyyk and know that the Wookiees can’t spare much in the way of arms and soldiers.”

The droid turns to the Wookiee retinue and belts out a mountain of Shyriiwook. Tarfful answers in turn, and the droid translates.

“The general says that he is happy to help the clones liberate their people. He says the clones are brave warriors who will always have the Wookiees’ help whenever they ask.”

Howzer continues to be surprised, his eyes wide at the show of loyalty. Rex nods, and Tarfful drops a heavy hand on his shoulder, shaking the captain and roaring in what the clone assumes is a battle cry. The Wookiees turn around and return to their ship.

Rex starts towards the clones’ fighters at the far end of the field when a freighter lands just outside the perimeter. Everyone stops to watch. The snow settles before the ship’s pilot descends from its platform.

“Afternoon, boys,” Phee greets the approaching clones. She stops at the end of the ramp when she sees blasters aimed in her direction. “Hey now, is that any way to welcome Tech’s—”

Rex sighs and lowers a clone’s blaster with his hand, signaling everyone to stand down. “Easy, men. Echo comm’d us about this.”

Phee walks up to Rex. “Name’s Genoa. Phee Genoa.” They shake hands cautiously. “You must be the one in charge.”

“The name’s Rex. Howzer here will catch you up.” He peers behind her and up into her ship. “Where are the cadets?”

Phee smiles and calls out, “It’s alright, boys. Time to play.”

Three clone cadets appear from the belly of Phee’s ship, running in a line down the platform and stopping in a line next to Phee. “Reporting for duty, sir,” one of them announces before saluting.

Rex kneels down on one knee and addresses the boys. “Alright, troopers.” The cadets snap to attention. “Can I count on you to make sure each ship is supplied with its maximum amount of fuel before sunset?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” They chant and salute in unison before running towards the hangar.

Phee chuckles as Rex stands back up. “Is that what you did when you were a cadet? Fill up fuel tanks and clean starships?”

Rex smirks but holds off on telling her stories of caustic chemicals and hazing rituals on Kamino. Instead, he offers, “You’d be surprised what a clone cadet can do at that age.”

Phee puts a hand on his arm and presses, “Are you sure this will work?” Her concern is genuine.

Rex seems to consider her question seriously for a moment before he shrugs. “It has to.” He gestures for her to follow Howzer.

Rex turns around and gazes into the distance. The sun is beginning to hide behind a line of mountain peaks to the west. The air starts to chill. Gregor will have dinner ready soon, and Rex knows that for some, it will be their last meal. But when he turns back to the airfield, all he can see and hear are smiles and laughter, determined faces turning into friendly ones and idle conversations turning into detailed ones. Rex smiles. For now, hope is still on the horizon.

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Roger Federer | 24 hrs with Roger — London: All Are Welcome

[wosobot]

incase you forgot or couldn’t tell by my pfp, this is my wife. the finest woman alive

[namorslutfanfiction]

Lovers Lost and Found

Self indulgent blurb because I'm in my feelings.

Summary: You've lost someone from your past and Rafa is there to comfort you.

Your hands were shaking as you listened to the phone. A part of you hated that you felt this way, that you still cared about that man. Another part of you understood, losing someone who had held a part of your heart would hurt no matter how much time had passed. Your chest felt heavy and there was a coldness curling down your back to your belly. Your legs gave way and you sat on the bed with a thump. The tears that spilled out of your eyes did so of their own accord, you were not blinking.

In front of your eyes memories danced that you could not look away from. The first time you had met him and how your first thought was of how dashing he looked. You remembered the first moment he had struck up a conversation with you. How he had a specific smile saved just for you and that he could catch your eye across a room. You remembered how he smelled, and the one time he had caressed your forearm offhandedly while you shared stories.

The pain of being forced apart was barely a shadow now but you remembered how you broke down weeping in your car that night feeling like you might die of heartbreak. Regret came quickly as you thought of all the times you had seen him from afar and wished to speak to him, but never did. There were made up memories of conversations you practiced in your head of what you would say if you were given a chance to reunite.

Then one day you felt yourself finally let go. You felt it, the day you could see him and not wonder 'what if', and you rejoiced on that day. Years had passed. You had found someone who brought you more happiness than you thought possible. You sat in your shared bed, in the home he had chosen for you, and now you wept over a phantom of your past.

You wept hard at how different you were from the young woman you used to be. The one that had loved that man so hard after being broken so badly by the one before him. You wept for the girl who fell in love at first sight and had no kisses or embraces to remember it by. It was such a complicated romance and also so short but it had left a mark on you that ran deep and left a scar that now ached. It ached with the loss of that man.

Rafa slammed the bedroom door open ready to greet you with a bouquet in hand, "Mi amor, why haven't you come down yet?"

The narco took in your pale face and your tear stained cheeks. He dropped the flowers and flew to your side, cupping your cheeks in his hands his eye roamed your face. "Que paso, mi vida? Quién te hirió?"

"Rafa," You hiccupped, dipping your head into his hands. You said nothing else as you sobbed.

"Come," Rafa said as he wrapped his arms around you and maneuvered you both onto the bed. He sat with his back to the head board and you draped across his lap, weeping into his neck. He did not ask anything else, just held you and comforted you, "Esta bien, mi amor. Llora y déjalo salir."

Rafa stayed by your side, even as the hours passed and your tears dried up. He knew you were thinking, processing what had caused these wracking sobs. You would tell him. he knew you would. You hid nothing from each other, even your regrets.

"Rafa," Your voice was barely above a whisper, "can I ask you something?"

"Anything," Rafa replied as he looked down on you, his hand rubbing your back slowly.

You looked away from his adoring gaze, fidgeting with his necklace to distract yourself. You finally mustered up the courage to ask, "How would you react if you found out Sofia died?"

The dark man didn't expect the question but he still took time to really think about it. Then he nodded and looked down at your expectant face, "I would cry. I would smoke a blunt in her honor, maybe even burn a bundle for her to take with her to the afterlife. I would grieve over the loss of someone I loved more than life itself at one point in my life, even though we did not live the rest of our lives together. That is the honest answer, mi amor."

You were silent and Rafa was worried he said the wrong thing but you nuzzle his neck and sighed. He could practically here you thinking. When you grasped his jaw and kissed him slowly, he was surprised but still sank into it. The familiar gesture easing his own anxiety. You pulled away and looked up at him, tears at the corners of your eyes again.

"Tell me what is bothering you. Did someone die?" Rafa asked, remembering your previous question.

You nodded slowly and the tears slipped out again. Tenderly, he thumbed you tears away and kissed your temple. You took a deep breath then exhaled. "Do you remember what I told you about the man I loved before you?"

Rafa nodded. He remembered when you had drunkenly told him about your first great love. He had not been jealous, contrary to what was expected of him. The narco knew what it felt like to have something and watch it fall apart. You had also survived through his own drug induced mutterings of the damned Sofia. He had listened and knew the man by your own words. Unlike his affair with Sofia, your relationship with the other man had been tumultuous but had ended amicably, mostly.

"I got a call today. He died in a motorcycle accident last night," Your voice shook while you said the words out loud.

"Querida," Rafa pulled you close into his chest, "I can travel with you for the funeral. We can go and pay our respects."

You were surprised at his offer, sure he would comfort you but think nothing else of it. You shook your head against his cheek, "No, I can't. But can we do what you said earlier? Will you let me burn a bundle for him? Time has passed but I want to do this. I want to put him to rest in my own way."

"Cualquier cosa por ti," Rafa kissed your temple.

"You do not have to do it with me. I know it will be strange watching your woman grieve over another man," You pulled back, examining his expression looking for any signs of displeasure.

"I have to send him off too, mi amor. He lost you so I could find you. I have to thank him for that," Rafa replied, cupping your cheek and capturing your lips in a kiss. You melted into him. taking all the comfort he would give you.

Rafa broke the kiss and pulled you lower into the bed, tucking the two of you in. It was evening now, and there were no lights except for the moon beaming through the curtains.

"Thank you, mi amor," You whispered as you cuddled into him.

"When Sofia dies, will you burn one with me as well?" Rafa asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes, Rafa Caro Quintero, I will be right by your side thanking her for being dumb enough to let you go," You replied into the quiet room.

Rafa laughed then turned to his side, guiding you so he could spoon you from behind. He kissed your hair before, pushing it away to give him access to your neck. His kisses were languid and sensual, turning your nerves into mush while he began grinding against you. "I want to make you forget him for tonight. Then tomorrow after we send him off, I will make you forget him for the rest of our lives."

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I just needed Rafa to comfort me tbh.

Feel free to ignore this. I'm gonna go cry now.

[surreality51]

Tennis isn't like the other great American professional sports leagues...where reporters are used to walking into the locker rooms and talking to the stars. But those who do frequently move around the lockers rooms of the male circuit notice another fundamental difference between the two "R"s. "Federer always has a towel on. Nadal doesn't seem to be aware of the need for one."

Roger Federer & Rafael Nadal: The Life and Career of Two Tennis Legends by Sebastian Fest 

Um wut? O_o

[chaotictarlos]

And in your hands, is all of me - the parts I never let you have

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings / Tags: heavy angst, angst with a happy ending, Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, 4 x O1 Coda, The new Hotness, Episode 4 x 01: The New Hotness, A lot of talk of the secret marriage, Carlos dealing with feelings, 911 Lone Star Spoilers, dialogue from the show, dialogue from my other fic, mxm smut, anal sex, sex with feelings

Summary: Carlos has a secret he needs to tell TK, and it's killing him to get it out.

A continuation of where do we go from here in Carlo's POV and the Sequel to how did we (i) get here? Carlos POV coda to 4 x 01

Authors Note: Noxy is to blame, she gave me the nudge to fall over the edge I was tittering on and write this one as well. Did I need to write 3 fic's for this single episode? No. Were they everything I wanted and more? I think so. I needed to write these, for myself and the complicated feelings that I was having. The secret broke me quite harshly and I spent Tuesday night spiraling and trying to accept that the crack theory everyone was tossing around was the real secret. It was hurtful and, in a way, I felt personally hurt. I've attached myself to Carlos - I've done it in numerous fandoms when I've found a character that I just connect with and in Lone Star, Carlos is that character. I love Tarlos - both TK and Carlos are my favorite characters and often it's hard to choose between them when I have to, but Carlos is one that I've felt so strongly about. I felt - and still feel - validated as a queer person in Carlos' storyline. Coming out but not having it be "bad". Being out but having a family who was accepting but also not (I can't tell you how many times my siblings have told me I'm going to hell), trying hard to fit in and be the person people want me to be... a lot of it just clicks with me and makes me feel seen. Through writing these three fics, I've been able to sort through those feelings and understand more, though I still don't agree with him waiting so long to tell TK. I'm rambling now, if you read all of this have a cookie or some other treat. Needless to say, the more I write about this moment, the more it makes sense and the more that I make peace with it. I hope you enjoy this one. Comments are always a pleasure to read.

for @noxsoulmate

where do we go from here (tk's POV) | how did we (i) get here? (carlos begins)

Carlos follows TK up to the barracks, wishing they were home to have this conversation. His body feels weighted as if his shoes are made of lead. Each step is a struggle and he has to focus on breathing in through his nose and out his mouth, counting to ten on repeat in his head. 

They get to the top of the stairs and Carlos feels like he's just finished walking up to his death - because losing TK would feel like dying. 

TK turns and looks at him expectedly, slight anxiety in his eyes and Carlos hates that he’s the source of it.

“What’s up, baby?” TK asks, and Carlos can hear the worry in his voice. He can hear the anxiety that wraps around each word and Carlos hopes that TK doesn’t run this time.

Carlos licks his lips and opens his mouth to answer but words fail him.

Just like they always do.

He sighs and makes his way over to TK’s bed, perching on the wooden ledge, and looks at TK.

Carlos can’t do this.

He loves TK so much that telling him feels like he’s physically hurting him. It always feels this way, each time he’s gone to say those words. 

He looks down at his hands, clenching them when he sees the slight tremble in them.

Carlos hears TK move closer, and then TK sits down on the bed beside him, sliding a comforting hand on his thigh.

He doesn’t deserve to be comforted.

“Baby? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He wishes that TK didn’t sound so worried when everything he thought he knew about Carlos is about to come crashing down.

“I have to tell you something,” Carlos says, finally finding his voice.

“You can tell me anything.”

Carlos is sure that TK’s going to regret those words as soon as he tells him the secret.

“I’m married to a woman,”

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[cantstayawaycani]

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #1 (04.14.23) - Meeting His Match by @namorslutfanfiction

Title: Meeting His Match (ao3) | Meeting His Match (Tumblr)

Author(s): namorslutfanfiction77 (ao3) | (@namorslutfanfiction) (Tumblr)

Fandom(s): Narcos Mexico

Pairing/Ship(s): Rafa Caro Quintero x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Posted: 02.09.23

Summary: Rafa loved women. Rafa loved weed. Now he found a woman who loves weed just like he does. And he is immediately down bad.

A/N: Request: so I was thinking what if he met a woman who was strong and sassy and also into *cough cough* gardening *cough* and he just melts for her but she’s a hard to get maybe cos they’re rivals and she has a reputation to uphold being a strong independent woman ??? Maybe some smut with them giving into the attraction ??

Why I Love It: Uh, ya'll already know THAT I AM DOWNBAD FOR RAFA.

When I first took notice of Tenoch Huerta, I had no idea his most famous role before Namor was portraying an infamous drug dealer in a Narcos TV spin-off. I never watched that show (still haven’t) but I am so hyper fixated on Tenoch, I did watch all of his scenes on YouTube and salivated over every gif I came across on Tumblr. I lamented here in a post one day that I hadn’t been able to find any fic for the character, and was pointed to this gem.

Rafa the character is fascinating to me – as problematic as I know people may find the distinction fans want to make to separate their regard from the real criminal depicted by Tenoch in the series. It’s something I still question. I don’t care too much for film, TV or media around drugs and crime. My family loves Scarface, I despise it. People will recommend the Godfather, I have never, nor will I ever watch it (some in the industry insist I study it if I want to write movies, but I still refuse). No different with Narcos. So why do I like the “character”? Why am I drawn to him; curious? Why am I attracted?

Tenoch, plain and simple. I have no other way to articulate that thought, as it is shallow: I like the way Tenoch looks and speaks and characterizes Rafa, no deeper than that.

This story, a one-shot, the first I’ve read featuring him, is a Reader and it’s the perfect way to edge into a full blown hyperfixation. It’s my first in the realm of Tenoch’s other roles outside of Namor. It’s well paced, well plotted, well characterized, not too long or bitter, but rather sweet. I find that of the handful of fics I’ve read featuring Rafa, they are mostly tragedies. This one is not. It’s an easy narrative to be swept away by. I am not Afro Latina, or Mexican, and I don’t smoke weed, but I had no trouble reading this as I would “watch” an episode of the TV show, despite it being a “Reader” fic. And since I will probably never actually watch that show, this is good for me.

This is the first fic I read from the author. If you are intrigued by Rafa, here is a way for you to feed your curiosity that doesn’t require payment in angst.

Follow the author’s Tumblr here for writing updates.

Meeting His Match

[zingaplanet]

Ok but does this mean we finally get coach Federer trying to teach but ending up having a giggling fit with his young students, getting tanned under the Mallorcan sun with frankly ridiculous sunglasses, regularly disturbing rafa's practice sessions by constantly laughing at him from the sidelines, and being the ultimate cheerleader for twin little federers practicing with uncle rafa when he finally moved to the rafa nadal academy or what.

[welcometololaland]

"(although tbh I think it's time for someone to call Carlos impressive because he IS)"

I know it wasn't the exact same "he's an impressive guy" "he's my dad/son/etc" wording but Owen does say in 2x08 when talking to Gabriel "the only reason anyone made it through the door is because of that brave officer right there *pointing to Carlos (who is so obviously with his boyfriend lmao love him)*... he's an impressive guy."

anon you are so fucking right for this. I mean you don't need me to preach to the choir I'm sure but Carlos. [insert] . Reyes. the man, the myth, the legend, the inappropriately attractive human being. how dare he walk this earth and curse us with his unfailing kindness and the depth of his love for tk and his dedication to do his job well and his ridiculous physique AND HIS DAMN COW EYES.

HE IS SO IMPRESSIVE.

Lets all spiral over it together shall we???? don't leave me here yearning by myself PLEASE.

I think tk said it best when he said:

[watmalik]

I like how humble fic writers are in their author’s notes, specially when they go over their intended word count and are like, guys I’m so sorry I wrote 20k + words when it was supposed to be 2k. I don’t know what happened to me. I’ve become unhinged. I’m so ashamed of myself, don’t hate me, I know.

Ok, i might be exaggerating just a little, but STILL I find this so adorable??? like bestie, y-you just made my whole week. What DO yOU MeAN? Pop fucking off! You already know I be hitting that kudos button, what does it mean I already left some before? I will keep hitting it every single chapter.

I also want to throw my shoe at you guys (with love 😂) and shake some of y’all bc next time you should be like, yeah I wrote 20k+ words, so what? Better show me some love with kudos and comments for my hard work. Blood. Sweat and tears. Kay? thanks.

But in all honesty? I literally see y’all as the royalty of the fandom. So never apologise for writing, or even for more than you think you should’ve written. I’m not kidding I literally SQUEAL when I check ao3 and see that big word count. I’ve never switch from my phone to my iPad so fast.

Sincerely, your (not so) secret admirer.