#tarlos drabble

[emsprovisions]

The Substitute

I couldn't get this cozy idea out of my head and I wouldn't even have this little story if not for @ironheartwriter and I cooking it up last night. So Lana, this one's for you 💕

Carlos hates shifts that run opposite of TK’s. He hates shifts that run late into the night and keep him away from his husband even more. 

Carlos knows TK hates sleeping alone, that even when he tries to fall asleep, he doesn’t sleep well until Carlos can crawl into bed beside him. Carlos understands it. He’s always all too aware of when his husband is absent from their bed. He’ll reach for TK across the mattress in his sleep and wake up when his hands don’t register with anything. He’ll remember TK’s on a 24 hour shift if he’s not home, or he’ll get up and drag him back to bed if he’s having a late night snack.

Tonight though, Carlos is expecting the routine welcome he normally gets when he comes home in the middle of the night. TK blinking as he sits up from the blanket cocoon he made as he tried to wait up on the couch, or TK’s sleepy voice calling for him from their room, or even the sight of TK alert at the island barstool, eating leftovers and scrolling through his phone. 

Carlos is greeted by none of these things. 

In fact, the loft is silent and–save for the kitchen light–dark. 

Huh, Carlos thinks, because it’s strange for TK to not leave most of the lights on for Carlos. He sees TK’s set of keys in the bowl when he drops his own set in, and he knows he saw TK’s car when Carlos parked his own beside it. 

Carlos quietly toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket, setting his things down behind the couch before creeping towards the open doors of their bedroom. 

There’s a large and dark lump on his side of the bed. Frankly, the lump is too large to be TK alone. Carlos quirks a brow at the sight, his mouth drawing into a pinched line. He knows the path to the closet even in the dark, and flips on the switch, letting a soft light spill out into the bedroom and cast over the sleeping face of TK and his companion. 

And whatever annoyance Carlos momentarily feels gives way to complete awe at the sight of TK actually peacefully sleeping while snuggled up with their dog, an Australian Shepherd named Lizzie. 

They adopted her about a month ago, after Carlos took TK on a date to the Humane Society with the promise of “we don’t have to find the one today.” He was wrong of course, which he probably should have known, given his husband’s love of strays. But one look at the good-mannered and sweet-natured Australian Shepherd in the kennel, with her bright blue eyes, and her brown and white fluffy coat, and they were both goners. 

Lizzie has been a great addition to their home. She’s curious when she spots Lou II through the glass of his enclosure, nose sniffing as he scuttles up to the front to inspect her too. She goes to the firehouse with TK on most of his shifts and gets her fill of socialization by being doted on by the 126. And although there is a very strict vacuuming routine to keep the shedding at bay now, Carlos would not trade the happiness she provides them with for the world. Carlos has fulfilled his wish of having a pet to pet, and TK has fulfilled his wish of wanting a dog since he was a kid. 

She’s also definitely way more protective of TK. He often finds her laying on top of him or near him if he’s not beside TK himself. This is probably why he finds her curled up against TK’s chest in bed now. Carlos had set a firm rule that he doesn’t want Lizzie sleeping in their bed, but honestly, if her presence can soothe TK enough that he can actually fall asleep without Carlos, he’s more than okay with dropping that rule. Plus the sight of them really is the cutest thing Carlos has ever seen, and he’s very tempted to pull out his phone and take a picture if he knew it wouldn’t set off the flash.

Carlos quickly strips out of his jeans and button up, trading them for sleep shorts and a t-shirt before heading for the bathroom to brush his teeth. He rushes through the routine, in a hurry to go climb into his warm bed and hold his husband, so he can take over his duties from the dog. 

Carlos sits down beside TK’s hip, reaching forward to brush his fingers through TK’s hair. Lizzie lifts her sleepy head and regards Carlos with a lick to his arm and a yawn, before tucking back in. 

“TK,” Carlos whispers, continuing to brush TK’s hair back. “Baby.”

TK stirs. Carlos hates waking him but he needs TK to shift over so he can crawl in behind him. 

“Baby, I need you to move over so I can get in bed.”

TK’s eyes blink open and he catches sight of Carlos leaning over him. His face immediately breaks into a big smile.

“There you are,” Carlos fondly murmurs, hand running down to cup TK’s cheek.

“Hi baby,” TK whispers back, his voice thick and sleepy. “Sorry Lizzie’s in the bed. I was lonely.”

“I know, baby, it’s okay. I’m glad she helped you sleep.” He leans down to press a kiss to TK’s forehead, and before he can pull away, TK wraps his arm around Carlos’s waist to keep him tugged close for a kiss. Carlos has an awkward arm braced over the other side of Lizzie so he doesn't topple all of his weight on top of TK, and he laughs as TK holds him in place. “You have to let me get in bed, babe.” 

“I’ve got you where I want you,” TK says back, his voice muffled where he’s buried his face against Carlos’s neck. 

“Babe, come on,” Carlos laughs. 

At this point, there is too much noise and too much movement on the mattress for Lizzie to stay comfortable where she’s laying against TK. With a targeted huff, she stands up and moves towards the foot of the bed, throwing a glare back at her dads as she completes a few circles and rolls herself into a tight ball, nose tucked aggressively under her tail.

They both begin to laugh harder at the sight of their annoyed dog and then TK does finally shift over, closer to his own side of the bed, to allow Carlos some space to move in beside him. He rolls into Carlos’s arms, nose tucked in against his chest, all warm, soft, and heavy from sleep, and Carlos can’t help the kiss he presses into TK’s hair.

“Lizzie’s good, but she’s not a Carlos substitute,” TK sighs happily, nuzzling his face against Carlos’s neck. 

“I’m glad I’ve not been replaced, then,” Carlos chuckles.

TK looks up at him with a smile in the dark, before pulling him down for a goodnight kiss. 

“Never.”

[literateowl]

I VOTED!!! But devastating news…they did not have the werewolf sticker 😭

I chose this one instead:

I would like to request a domestic Tarlos drabble, thank you 😊🥰

Hi Anne! I'm sorry you didn't get the werewolf sticker but this one is pretty great too! Thank you for voting 💜 here is a soft domestic drabble that I hope you'll enjoy 🥰

A hand brushes across his shoulders and a mug of tea is set next to the notes he has been studying for the Rangers’ written exam.

“I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late, baby.”

“I won't.”

TK brushes his fingers through his hair behind his ear and then places a lingering kiss on his head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When TK leaves Carlos takes a sip. The warmth soothes all the aching parts of him for a moment. It’s sleepytime tea, he'll take the hint and follow TK to bed when he finishes the cup.

[heartstringsduet]

What about from this list michelle: https://www.tumblr.com/ladytessa74/723652683216683008?source=share

An anon asked me this but I'm not taking prompts at the moment so feel free to take: https://www.tumblr.com/ladytessa74/723655016015134720/are-you-taking-those-writing-prompts-for-tarlos?source=share

Thank you Tessa my dear loyal prompter <3333 taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling 

There are nights that they just want to have a little ‘me-time.’ Carlos usually cleans or cooks or finds design inspo on Pinterest for the newest loft project.

TK usually plays with Lou II or facetimes a friend, but most often, he scrolls endlessly on his phone. Carlos only sees glimpses of TK’s screen when he vacuums behind the couch, when he sits next to him to read, or when he tests how sucked in TK is into his phone and how many kisses to the back of his neck it takes to draw his attention away. It usually doesn’t take more than three.

TK’s screen is a wonder bag. There are the usual Insta posts from old old friends, though TK had deleted a lot of them and set his account to private a long time ago. But in between, there are Reels of lizards walking around in tiny cowboy hats or bathing or sleeping, influencers promoting an eye cream Carlos is sure will be in their bathroom at some point if Owen’s genes have a word in it, there are Tiktok dances and baby elephants, more lizards, condensed articles of The New Yorker. Occasionally, Carlos will hear someone explain how they made it through recovery and what joy it brings them to stick to it over a year, two, a decade. That’s when he will check in with TK after, feeling a bit less helpless as the months go on and he trusts that TK will know when and what to share with him in his own time. Still, TK always gets an extra hug those days and he will hopefully never question them. Carlos needs them just as much; it’s half pride and joy and half compassion. It’s always anything but filled with love.

Every one in a while, he will find TK scroll and then linger on a photo of a shirtless celebrity, like Henry Cavill. By the third or forth time Carlos might react by being extra passionate in bed after, he has figured out that it might not be an accident that TK always does this when Carlos is close by. It’s okay. Carlos doesn't mind reminding TK what real life has to offer.

Whenever Carlos is on his phone, scrolling through design on Pinterest, TK will put his head on his shoulder and drowsily point at one of the pins and say, “This one?” and Carlos will kiss his head and ask, “Where?”

“Hm. Bathroom?”

“I was thinking our bedroom. Over your bedside table?”

“Okay.”

Other times, TK will come up to kiss his neck from behind when Carlos is reading an article to learn about how to take care of shedding bearded dragons, looks into dealing with trauma, on ways to better deescalate situations for his job, or how to communicate feelings better. These are kisses that make the shame of being caught ease up a bit, because they, like his hugs, are TK’s silent way to share pride, compassion and love. These are peeks they don't ever intent to hide from the other.

[rmd-writes]

Tarlos #21 please!!! <3333 🍋

Sorry this has taken so long, Lemon! I’ve been doing these prompts as drabbles to try and get them done!

21. cuddling in the first morning light

Carlos snorts softly when he sees that TK has migrated onto the edge of Carlos’ pillow, arm outstretched as if he was looking for Carlos. It’s not an uncommon sight; it makes Carlos’ heart thump a little harder every time.

He lifts TK’s arm gently, sliding back into bed, intending to read until TK wakes. TK snuggles into his hip, arm slung across Carlos’ thighs.

He’s distracted though, by the soft morning light dancing across TK’s skin, by TK’s hair tickling his bare belly.

TK kisses his hip, his thigh then looks up at Carlos through his lashes.

“Hi baby.”

[liminalmemories21]

Single Sentence Monday

tagged by @ladytessa74, and @iboatedhere.

the rules are: write a true drabble, aka exactly 100 words, that is also one sentence long. That’s it. Topic, fandom, etc is up to you. Let your emdashes, semicolons, and purple prose run free, and just have fucking fun with it.

Nobody should be encouraging this in me.

He wonders sometimes, what it would have been like if he’d met TK when they were kids - when he was learning it wasn’t okay for him to like the same things his sisters did, when TK was learning to be more afraid of silence than of shouting - or when they were teenagers, when everything was changing; if they would have liked each other, if they could have saved each other - two lonely, unhappy boys, each lonely and unhappy in their own way - or if the only way out is through, if they had to lose themselves to find each other.

tagging @freneticfloetry, @fifthrideroftheapocalypse, @walkinginland, @paperstorm, and @cecilyv (entirely because I want to hear her fulminate at me for making her write a run-on sentence).

[dmvlesbians]

Why Not some WIp Wednesday in these weird vibes

9-1-1 But I Am A cheerleader AU

(With some 911 Verse Guests)

Couples : BuckTommy , HenRen, Tarlos

*But I am A Cheerleader canon homophobia

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{Tommy}

The man nods, “My dear boy , your family and your peers think you may be fighting an intense spiritual battle.”

Tommy smirks, “No disrespect father, but we aren’t even that religious? We go to Christmas service once a year.”

His mother looks uneasy, “We could go more often, but let the man continue Thomas.”

The man nods, “It is our assessment that you have some lingering desires that need to be addressed and we have the tools to help you.”

Tommy is silent and tilts his head , “I am not sure what you mean.”

His mother gives him a small smile, “Sweetheart it is Ok. You can admit it. I won’t tell your Father.”

Tommy feels a spike of fear. “Can you give it to me straight?”

Sal , who has been silent snorts.

“Tommy, you are a queer.”

Tommy gets up fists clenched, “What did you say?”

“Thomas! Sit down!”

“Ma, He is making shit- sorry- things up! I am not one of those people!”

She sighs, “Oh Thomas, Father and others have brought up some compelling points.”

“Such as?” He grits his teeth.

“You have pictures of men in your locker,” Father pulls out an old photo he thought fell off— Rocky in boxing shorts.

“I am an athlete! I play football for God’s sake!!” He raises his voice.

The priest nods, “Football, the sport where you have intimate contact with other strong men? Do you ever get your behind playfully smacked by team members? Do you like the weight of a man on top of you?”

Tommy gets even more aggitated, “It’s not like that!”

“I hear you like movies, What is your favorite one?”

“Top Gun.”

“Tom, we know why you like that movie.” Sal starts.

“It is a cool movie! Maybe I want to be a pilot?!” Tommy shouts.

“Yea, If I put it in the VCR right now what scene is it at?” He argues.

“I don’t know.” He pales. “Did you remember to rewind it to the beginning this time? Cuz I borrowed it once and it was playing the volleyball scene.”

“You did?! Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks frantically.

Sal smiles, “Because I just lied but you told us everything we need to know.”

His mother lets out a small gasp, and the Priest nods.

“My boy, we can help you. There is a camp to help kids like you. It starts tomorrow.”

All the teens are sat in a circle. “Everyone please introduce yourselves, new campers will go last.” The prim lady counselor states.

“Hi, I am Karen , I wanna be an astronaut and I am a lesbian.” A pretty girl with braids says.

“Hello, I am Henrietta, please just call me Hen. I am a lesbian.”

“Hi, I am Josh and I am definitely a homosexual.” He says with a smile.

“I am Paul, I play basketball and I am a homosexual.”

“I am Carlos, and I am a homosexual.”

“Alright that leaves you two. Introduce yourselves.” The man in blue says.

“Hi, I am Buck, well technically Evan but there are too many Evan’s in my class. I like football, riding my bike and bugs.”

“And…” The woman leads him.

“I also would love to travel to a bunch of different places.”

The man shakes his head ,” We will come back after for the new friends.”

“Hey. I am Tommy and I am on the football team and like helicopters.” He crosses his arms.

The woman nods, “Alright Evan and Thomas. We believe you need to take your first step before we can get started. Admitting you are a homsexual.”

Tommy squares his jaw and looks at the kid next to him. He looks genuinely confused.

“I am sorry, is this not Boy Scout Trope #118 ? I mean if it is they have changed a lot than what I was expecting. Awesome they allow girls and are great allies to gay people.”

Josh lets out a laugh, “Nice one, boyscout.”

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Hello! I recently hit 100 followers and wanted to do something fun to celebrate. That means TARLOS DRABBLES!

I have combined and randomised the items on my 911 Bingo card and my Bad Things Happen Bingo card.

If you’d like me to write a Tarlos Drabble, send me a number between 1 and 34, and let me know which of our boys you’d like me to focus the prompt on. You might get some fluff, you might get some angst, but either way you’ll get some words! I’ll do as many as I can in the space of about a week/ten days.

(Also if you choose the number that corresponds with the free space, I will message you and ask if you have a specific prompt/vibe/line of dialogue you’d like me to write for 👀)

Send me prompt requests!

[wtfuckevenknows]

For the 100 ways prompt: 99.“Be careful.”

Heyyyyyy,

guess who was just plotting, had an idea for some dialogue and accidentally ended up with a drabble? I fucking love when that happens, so I'm leaving it as it is.

I combined this with @noxsoulmate prompt 86. “You’re important too.”

“Hey,” Carlos grabs TK’s wrist before he can walk into the fire. He tugs him back and presses a quick kiss to his lips. They usually refrain from showing any kind of affection while they’re on the job, but this is a dangerous mission and Carlos needs this right now.  “Be careful. Don’t do something stupid and reckless, please.”  “I won’t. But this is dangerous without me being reckless. And the patient needs me, I have to do everything I can to save him.” “I know. But you’re important too.”  TK squeezes his hand before disappearing into the burning tunnel.

You can find the other One Hundred Ways to Say 'I Love You' prompt fills here or on ao3 here & here. The next one (at 4.2k) might be up tomorrow 😬

[thynanx]

Prompt : What if Carlos' revenge scene went differently?

Note : This is a Conversation Drabble ; Only Dialogue is in this.

Characters Involved :

Carlos Reyes, TK Strand , Mention of Andrea Reyes

"What do you need, Babe?"

"I need you."

"Don't say anything, Carlos."

"I have needed you back. I've waited hours , days, weeks, even more. Because you changed. I understand losing your dad was hard, but Andrea can't lose you, too."

"I-"

"I couldn't lose you too."

"I tried to tell you, baby. That it'll be okay, that it will all be fine."

"Yet you pushed me away and it hurt. Getting to feel something that I'm sure I've made you feel so many times."

"And now I can't help but feel like it's my fault you're gone."

". . .Sleep Easy, amor."

". . ."

[rarepairs-of-911]

Rarepair Bingo 2025

It's finally here! 🥳 Rarepair Bingo is running till July 1, 2025! (But of course you can always use the cards any prompts if you’re feeling inspired! ❤️) This post includes everything you need: Cards with prompts, Rules, AO3 Collection, and a link to the Carrd! Please don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions. And like always: Have fun and share the love! ❤️

Cards

Alternate Universe Card

Angst "Bad Things Happen" Card

Fluff "Nothing hurts" Card

Kinky "NSWF" Card

Rules

- Every form of creation is welcome! (Examples: fanfic, fanart, edit, gif, headcanon, drabble...) - You reach a Bingo when you cover 5 squares/prompts in a row! (Horizontal, vertical or diagonal). The topic for the "Free" square can be picked by you!

- The main goal of the event is to have fun. There is no need to rush or stress! You can choose one card or all of them if you want to. You don't have to complete a card (or all cards!). However, there will be a little surprise for everyone who manages to blank out a complete card! ;)

- The definition of “rarepair” for this event: Every ship that is not a (main, like Bathena and Henren) canon couple or Buddie when it comes to 911onabc. Every ship that is not Tarlos when it comes to 911 Lone Star.

- Your contributions can include characters / ships from both shows. Crossovers and original characters are fine, as long as your story focuses on characters from the 911 universe!

- Tag your contributions with #911rarepairbingo so I can share your creations on tumblr!

- There will be a collection on AO3: 911_rarepair_bingo_2025

- Important: No character bashing or hate towards any ship allowed!

- Please tag your creations correctly and add trigger warnings if necessary! Be considerate!

Links

AO3 Collection: 911 Rarepair Bingo 2025

Link to Carrd

[emsprovisions]

sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you if you’re feeling inspired :)

from these writing prompts! Though I am not currently accepting any more requests. Hi Jen :) this one was fun to write and I hope you enjoy <3

10. sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you

Carlos snaps his AirPods case shut before he climbs off the exercise bike, eyes tracking TK in the kitchen, as he has been for his whole workout. He runs a hand through his sweaty mop of curls and steps up to the open framing that separates the dining room and the kitchen, leaning against it as he watches his husband delicately braid challah on the island. 

TK notices the movement out of the corner of his eye and glances up with a smile.

“Hi babe.”

“Hi,” Carlos takes a step closer to kiss TK’s cheek on his route to the fridge for a bottle of water but TK stops him in his tracks. 

“Nope, do not come in here and schvitz all over my bread. Go take a shower first,” TK laughs, with a raised eyebrow, entirely too adorable for his own good. 

“I’m not allowed to get water?” Carlos raises an eyebrow of his own. 

“I’ll get it for you,” TK says, dusting off his dough and flour-covered hands on a kitchen towel before stepping up to the fridge to procure a blue, glass bottle of mineral water that he hands off to Carlos. “Now go shower.”

Carlos rolls his eyes and heads for the bathroom.

He emerges from the bathroom twenty minutes later, all clean and fresh from the shower. TK’s still in the kitchen, though he’s moved on from his bread–which Carlos can already smell baking in the oven–to start on lemon bars. Carlos walks up to the island and is completely ignored by his husband who’s too focused on his lemon bar crust.

“Hello,” Carlos says, leaning against the island on his elbows.

TK glances up from measuring flour with raised eyebrows. “Hi, baby.”

“Whatcha doing?” Carlos prods, leaning closer to TK across the island. 

TK doesn’t answer, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on measuring and leveling his ingredients. 

Carlos frowns. He rounds the island and sets his hands on TK’s hips, and tucks his chin against TK’s shoulder. He looks at the lemons on the countertop, and the crust TK’s working on in the mixing bowl. TK leans his head against Carlos’s for a moment. 

“Carlos, it’s really hot in here,” TK tells him gently. 

Carlos huffs and drops his hands, stepping away from his husband to lean against the sink. 

“What, baby?” TK laughs, throwing a glance over his shoulder at Carlos’s pout. 

“Nothing!” Carlos grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and looking the other way, towards the desk at the other end of the room. 

“Babe, I have to get these lemon bars done for Nancy tomorrow,” TK says, pressing his crust into a greased glass baking pan. “She requested and I promised.”

“And what about me?” 

TK pauses, finally setting his bowl down to face Carlos with a raised eyebrow. “What about you?” 

“You’ve been baking all day.”

“You went and worked out!” TK crosses his arms now, mimicking Carlos’s stance.

“Because you were baking! It’s our joint day off,” Carlos huffs again, pout returning in full force.

“Babe.” 

Carlos tips his face away, knowing he’s being petulant, and not caring. He’s barely gotten any attention from his husband all day.

“Oh my god.” TK steps into his space and grabs his cheeks, forcing Carlos to look at him. He just sulks even more, eyebrows knitting together as he stares into TK’s bright, green eyes. “Are you actually pouting right now? My big, strong, scary, ranger husband?” 

TK’s eyes are gleaming with delight. Carlos scoffs, turning his face away in TK’s hands to pull out of his grasp.

“You are pouting! Oh my god, baby, you’re so adorable.”

“I am not adorable,” Carlos groans. 

“Oh, you are the cutesttt,” TK teases, grabbing Carlos’s face again to squish his cheeks together. “And I love you very much…Tell you what, babe. After the challah and the lemon squares are done, let’s order in for dinner and spend the rest of the night on the couch.”

“You’re actually going to stop baking?” Carlos raises an eyebrow.

“Promise,” TK smiles. “But if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

[literateowl]

Hi R! I'm from just across the lake(s) so I don't have a U.S. sticker, but we still do get stickers when we vote here. Although they're not as fun as yours this year as I've seen lol

Anyways, my little request for you is a drabble where TK/Carlos go on a fun and cozy fall date (apple picking, drinking hot cider, going on a walk in some crunchy leaves while holding each other's mittened hands etc.)

Sending you some love as well for tomorrow/today 💜

Hi Dalawa! I love your sticker it's still less boring than my states 🤭 Thank you for this and for voting. Here is your drabble I hope you like it 💜

“It certainly smells like fall now,” TK says when they come in from picking apples in the orchard. Well, Carlos picked apples, TK wanted to kiss behind the trees. The store smells sweet and crisp, like cider spices and baked goods.

“You said you miss Fall. Does this help?”

TK grins, tugging on Carlos's hand to explore the store, dropping things in their basket. Carlos stops him from spending his whole paycheck in the honeybee section.

“Do you want hot cider?”

“It's still 85 degrees.”

Carlos shrugs. “We’ll take some home and turn up the AC.”

“You're a genius, babe.”

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[donovankinard]

that's right, that's right, 911 fic recs are back! its been a pretty light month for reading for me; i travelled quite a bit earlier in the month and then school started back up, so i don't have a huge amount to link, but i wanted to share what i have read anyway! this month we've got buddie, bucktommy, tarlos, buck&chris, saltommy, teddie and louliver! a very mlm heavy month, but with hen wilson week coming up that should change for feb.

🔥 Back to Us || @kumiokosposts evan buckley/eddie diaz || 95k Buck, struggling with abandonment and feelings of being unworthy, is shaken when Chris calls, asking if he can live with Buck now that he’s no longer with Tommy. Still hurt and angry with Eddie, Chris refuses to tell his dad about wanting to live with Buck, leaving Buck caught in the middle, torn between protecting Chris and his loyalty to Eddie. Yet as Buck promises to help, he feels something shift—beneath all the self-doubt and pain, a quiet hope emerges. For the first time in what feels like forever, someone chose him, and maybe, just maybe, he’s not as unworthy of love as he’s always believed.

🔥 Time in a Bottle || @cjlouwho evan buckley/tommy kinard || 16.7k (so far) His heart began to race as the doors swung open and out. No light shined in, letting Tommy know it was still night. Then, a heavy step started down the staircase. Thud, thud, thud. Fifteen steps. Tommy counted each one. And suddenly, he wasn't alone anymore.

🔥 white shoe, black shoe || @hazeystar evan buckley/tommy kinard || 1.5k Tommy and Buck get married and somehow let Maddie and Eddie come up with the wedding games. Or: The wedding shoe game that ends with Eddie Diaz being a menace to society (really just Buck and Tommy)

🔥 You're Not Gone (You Can't Be Gone) || @theredrenard & @buck-up-buck evan buckley/eddie diaz || 5.2k “Eddie…?” Buck sways slightly, eyes wide. He’s paler than he should be and his voice sounds so, so fragile. His hand twitches at his side like he’s trying to reach for Eddie, but he can’t quite get his arm to move. In the time it takes Eddie to glance down, then back up to Buck’s face with dawning horror painted on his features, Buck’s legs give out and he collapses onto the concrete in slow motion.

🔥 a hundred times over || @fake-mouthstatic evan buckley/tommy kinard || 7.7k (so far) A collection of BuckTommy drabbles for the 118 Daily Drabble Challenge.

🔥 To Share, A little, A lot || DracaUponTheWings carlos reyes/tk strand, evan buckley/tommy kinard || 4.7k In Which the Author seized on the possible similarities in our couples and forced them to talk.

🔥 when fate cries || @theghostofashton carlos reyes/tk strand || 67.8k An ACL tear, the statement posted a couple days later had read. Carlos would need immediate surgery, and obviously – he would not compete for the USA in London. TK, still coming off the thrill of being named to the team himself, hadn’t been sure how to feel. Carlos had always trained in Texas, and he in New York, so they rarely crossed paths outside of competitions. That’s why he was looking forward to being on the team with him, so sure it was guaranteed. It was practically a given among every coach he talked to. Carlos was a lock. It felt weird to celebrate. Wrong, almost. Carlos should have been with him. They’d both been working for this their entire lives. three years later, the road to rio brings with it far more than redemption

🔥 Come Back... Be Here || @911varietyposts evan buckley & christopher diaz || 1.1k Buck still hadn’t gone back to work, even though Maddie was pushing him to just so he could have something to distract his mind from everything going on around him. He just couldn’t bring himself to go back yet; not to the job that had claimed the love of his life. OR: Buck and Chris navigate the emotions after Eddie's death

🔥 just give hope a chance to float up || @judymarch15 sal deluca/tommy kinard || 23.4k Sal Deluca's marriage falls apart on national television. He and his daughter Sophia move back to his hometown of Smithville, Texas to live with his mom Loretta. He works on picking up the pieces of his life, grows closer to his family, and reconnects with old classmate and football teammate Tommy Kinard.

🔥 Louliver Road Trip || @writerdot lou ferrigno jr/oliver stark || 2.5k Oliver isn't alone on his road trip.

🔥 sonnet || @athenaeumsfic evan buckley/tommy kinard || 30.5k It wasn’t supposed to still feel this raw after so long. Every time Tommy passes him by, his cologne lingers in the air for a moment and Buck is transported back to this time last year when they were getting to the stage of really, properly knowing each other. He’d never been happier. A few times, Tommy swipes his back as he moves around him – the garden is crowded with three separate firehouses hanging around – and it feels like an electric shock every time. All he wants is to reach behind him, grab his hand and pull Tommy close. aka the one where Buck and Tommy have broken up but agree to a weekend in Vegas with Eddie and Chimney. Chaos ensues.

🔥 i'm broken (tell you i'm fine) || @hazeystar evan buckley/tommy kinard || 1.9k Two weeks after the breakup, Buck misses Tommy. He also loves him, did you know?

🔥 Tiny Heartbeats || @sunnywithachanceofbi evan buckley/tommy kinard || 9.9k Tommy and Buck's daughter, Edie, faces a life-threatening heart surgery at two weeks old, pushing them to confront their deepest fears while waiting in the hospital.

🔥 There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere || Tea_gremlin evan buckley/eddie diaz || 34.7k Eddie joins the 118 after Buck is permanently disabled by an explosion at a call. Despite initial tensions, they learn just how important they can be to one another.

🔥 say what you wanna say (and let the words fall out) || @nephilimeq evan buckley/tommy kinard || 6.3k “You all saw me sad and upset over Tommy breaking up with me—but instead of asking me what went wrong or what you could do to help, all of you stopped me from reaching out to him!” Buck spat out, feeling his irritation rise at seeing his friends looking confused, but he didn’t care. Instead, he kept on talking, saying, “You kept me from reaching out to him by playing ‘keep away’ with my phone like a bunch of middle schoolers! Did it ever occur to any of you that I didn’t want the breakup to happen?” (...aka, the story where Buck and Tommy secretly get back together and then Buck finally stands up for himself against his 118 family, finally saying what he's been wanting to say for a long while, dragging all the dirt out into the open)

🔥 playing (playing with the boy) || @thatmexisaurusrex eddie diaz/tommy kinard || 5.2k Tommy. Snorted. Cute. Why was that cute?

🔥 shelter (feels like home) || @fake-mouthstatic evan buckley/tommy kinard || 1.9k Tommy wakes with a start to the sound of ringing and it takes him a few bleary eyed moments to realise it's his phone, loud even over the pounding of the rain outside. He frowns at the bright light as he picks it up, worry immediately catching in his throat when he sees Evan's name on the screen; it's close to 3am and from experience he knows that's rarely when people call with good news. "Hey babe, are you okay?" he says as he answers, rubbing his eyes as he sits up in bed. "The storm," Evan says, and Tommy's heart wrenches in his chest when he realises he's crying. "There wasn't supposed to be a storm."

🔥 John Doe|| @thatmexisaurusrex evan buckley/tommy kinard || 5.8k He was tanned. Not too tanned, but he definitely tanned more than burned in the sun. He had an aquiline nose, distinct cheekbones, and a cleft. He had curly hair; curly, chestnut brown hair. He was banged up from the hit and run. Cuts and bruises, though, the swelling was going down and the fresh red-purple was seeping into a yellow. Had three casts and almost lost his spleen. Dry lips from a week and a half asleep. He was breathing, though. Breathing steadily. He was Tara Kaplan’s first John Doe. And no one was sure if they would ever figure out who he was before he woke up.

🔥 want you more than a melody || @alchemistc evan buckley/tommy kinard || 2.5k “What are you looking for?” Tommy asks, and doesn’t linger at all on how at home Evan looks, just rifling through his things. He’d caught him sorting Tommy’s mail, last weekend, nothing overly curious, just piles of junk mail sorted away from the bills and the single postcard from his nephew, fingers drifting over the stocky block letters of Tommy’s name before he realized he’d been caught out, lips squeezing in like a kid tasting his first lemon. “The key to your china cabinet,” Evan tells him, still sorting, keys chiming merrily against each other. “Second drawer to the left of the fridge, little brass thing. It’s where I keep my ring cutter,” Tommy tells him, expanding heart and weak joints and all, as Evan grins at the joke and stalks halfway across the room in two wide, long-legged steps.

STATS: # of fics: 19 # of authors: 16 # of words read: 306.3k

[rmd-writes]

15 for Tarlos 💜💜

sorry for the delay, Anne! You've probably forgotten you even sent me this prompt 🙈

15. absentmindedly massaging each other

Carlos nuzzles TK’s hand, not unlike Buttercup when he wants a pat. “Mm, don’t stop.”

TK looks down, puzzled until he realises that he’d been carding his fingers through Carlos’ hair. He hadn’t noticed he was doing it, too engrossed in the movie while Carlos was half-asleep in his lap. Carlos rolls onto his belly, pressing a kiss to the bare skin above TK’s knee. 

“More please,” he mumbles.

TK obliges, because he can’t say no to his husband, raking his fingers through soft curls gently before applying more pressure to his scalp as Carlos hums happily against his leg.

[lavenderrdaughter]

2024 Fic Round Up

thank you to @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @everlastingday @thisbuildinghasfeelings @alrightbuckaroo and @carlos-in-glasses!

first and foremost, i want to say thank you to everyone who gave me any support or encouragement during this year as I approach my one year anniversary of posting my first published fic. 💕

secondly, thank you to @bonheur-cafe @herefortarlos and @your-catfish-friend for being so lovely and beta reading for me this year :)

the daylight holds you close, but tonight you are mine (tarlos, E, 1K)

PWP, 1x10 coda (sorta)

as long as i'm with you (tarlos, E, 4.5k)

TK's birthday trip, football and shenanigans

in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams (tarlos, T, 1.6k)

fluff, valentine's day, fiance era

love and libraries (nancy x marjan, GA, 1.2k)

domestic fluff, established nancy x marjan, library date

i miss you in the mornings when i see the sun (TK centric, M, 822 words)

grief, self-harm, destructive thoughts, angst

kiss it better baby (nancy x marjan, E, 2.1k)

3x07 coda, post-softball game, wlw smut

soulmates aren't just lovers (nancy and carlos, T, 6.1k)

college AU, queer awakening, friendship (part one of series)

like a bird set free (buck centric featuring tarlos, M, 1.1k)

coming out, tk and carlos being supportive gay friends

all of my wildest dreams just end up with you and me (tarlos, E, 2k)

domestic fluff, smut, napping (with accompanying art by the lovely @whatsintheboxmh)

bound by love, united forever (tarlos, GA, 200 words)

double drabble, anniversary, matching tattoos

stay close to those who feel like sunlight (nancy and carlos, T, 1.3k)

4x11 coda, hurt/comfort, friendship, angst, my take on the 24k bank account explanation (part two of soulmates aren't just lovers series)

be still, my foolish heart (nancy and carlos, GA, 625 words)

nancy and carlos's monthly friendship date, anxiety, comfort (part three of soulmates aren't just lovers series)

my other half was you (nancy x marjan, GA, 3.5k)

fluff, nancy/mateo breakup, first dates

all we wanted was a place to feel like home (buddie, M, 1k)

8x06 coda, love confessions, buck POV

i like when we talk, but i love it when we touch (nancy x marjan, E, 2k)

infidelity, 5x01 coda, porn with feelings

no pressure tags to @captain-gillian @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @literateowl @pimento-playing-hopscotch @sugdenlovesdingle @paperstorm @eclectic-sassycoweyes @your-catfish-friend @welcometololaland @carlos-tk @laelipoo @nisbanisba @carlossreaders

[1heartfanfics]

Tarlos h/c drabble

More TK and Carlos bc they're my favorites and I'm sad that this is the last season of them we'll get.

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-Carlos POV-

Carlos woke up gasping for air, frantically looking around the dark bedroom as the images of his nightmare faded away. His heart was pounding, his t-shirt damp with sweat, still ridden with fear.

"Carlos!" T.K.'s voice echoed in Carlos's head, a scream as he'd fallen through the ice and into the freezing waters below. Carlos hadn't actually been there when T.K. had gone through the ice, but ever since T.K. had come home from the hospital he couldn't stop envisioning it. Having this nightmare over and over again.

Even though he was awake now, he couldn't stop the images from flooding his brain. T.K. going under. T.K. not coming back up. T.K. being pulled out, unmoving with blue tinged skin. He knew that wasn't what had happened. T.K. had told him the story. But it didn't matter, his brain had already conjured up its own nightmarish vision of the events.

His chest felt tight, like he couldn't draw a proper breath in. He wheezed, gasping for air. Tears welled in his eyes as panic started to set in. He couldn't breath. He was having a panic attack.

He pushed himself up with shaking arms and swung his legs out of bed. He stood, feeling unsteady on his feet as he stumbled toward the door of their bedroom, not wanting to wake T.K. Carlos fumbled the door open, stepping out and starting down the stairs. But he only made it about halfway before his legs gave out and he sunk down to sit on the step with a sob.

-T.K. POV-

T.K. woke with a start, immediately reaching out for Carlos. He was cold, as he often was since going in the ice last month. But the other side of the bed was empty, although still warm.

"Carlos?" he asked into the darkness, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could see that Carlos wasn't in the bedroom, nor was the light on in the bathroom.

So T.K. slid out of bed, pulling a hoodie on and wrapping his arms around himself as he shivered in the cold air of the apartment. He pushed the door open and stepped out onto the stairs where he found Carlos.

He was sitting on a step about halfway down, slumped against the wall as his body wracked with sobs.

"Baby, hey," T.K. whispered, moving down the stairs. He sat on the step behind Carlos, legs on either side of him as he wrapped his arms around Carlos from behind.

Carlos grabbed fistfuls of T.K.'s hoodie with both hands, turning to press his face against T.K.'s bicep as he cried. He could feel Carlos shaking.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay," T.K. whispered, gently rocking them back and forth on the steps.

"I- j-just keep seeing y-you go under," Carlos cried, leaning further back against T.K. and gripping his arms even tighter.

"I know baby but I'm okay. I'm right here Carlos," T.K. said, moving one hand up to run his fingers through Carlos's sleep-messy curls.

Carlos turned sideways in T.K.'s arms, ear pressed to T.K.'s chest so he could feel and hear his heart beating. Just feel him. Warm. Alive.

"I'm okay. We're okay," T.K. whispered, trailing a hand up and down Carlos's back. They were okay. And they'd sit there as long as Carlos needed.