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It's a Strand thing

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I know I'm a day late, but here is my post. I got the chance to meet the lovely Ronen Rubinstein and Rafael Silva!!!! Best day of my life!!!! Love these two with my whole heart!!!💕

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tarlos_forever126 turned 1 today!

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The title of this episode is Push, and it’s all about mothers who push. Grace, obviously, but also Gwyn when she shouts at TK to wake up, and also Andrea in her conversation with Carlos here. I enjoy the thematic consistency across multiple storylines in this show via @cinnaluminum

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If I could turn back the clock I’d make sure the light defeated the dark I’d spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe

happy birthday, brian 💖 @howtosingit

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"The moment Carlos saw this hot f***ing guy at the Honky Tonk, he said I'm going to marry this man." - Rafael Silva

Ever since Rafa made that comment, I have wanted Carlos to confess to TK that from the first time he saw him that he wanted to marry him

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March Day 22

Last gift for @tarlos-forever126. A lot of people asked me for a "fever" prompt and it hasn't easy write different things. But here's another one.

Title: Back to normal

Summary: During his first day back to work after TK's back home from the hospital, Carlos is worried something could wrong. He would never thought an emoji could really worry him.

Carlos had spent the entire morning of his first day back at work looking at his cell phone. He had spent the weekend asking TK if he was sure.

"I can take a few more days off. I don't have to go back to work so soon," he told him as they drove home after taking the walk with Willie on Sunday before dinner. "Mitchell and everyone else will understand, they ask me about you every day."

TK turned him around a different way to go home. They entered a park and he took Willie's leash off so he could take the last runs of the day before going home. He stepped in front of Carlos and took his hands.

"You were with me in the hospital when you thought I was going to die...waiting for me to die. That's something that..." He smiled and stroked Carlos' cheek and then kissed him. "I don't know how you were able to do something like that, it must have been... we've never really talked about it."

"You've had enough these past few weeks between ICU, getting out of the hospital and rehab." Carlos circled his waist and pulled TK tight against him. "I haven't found the time to talk about the worst two days of my life."

"That's why I want you to go back to work tomorrow." Carlos looked at him not quite understanding what his words meant. "You have nightmares some nights, you keep remembering those days because we haven't talked about it and I think you need a little time to yourself, at work, to not look at me and think that something horrible is going to happen to me or that I'm going to die from one moment to the next."

Carlos didn't say anything and TK didn't say anything else either.

When Carlos left the house Monday morning, he didn't tell TK that he was on edge, because he figured it wouldn't be easy for his boyfriend to stay home alone either. It was his first day alone in the loft, the first day alone after the accident. In a way, Carlos felt he didn't have the same right as TK to be nervous.

But Carlos didn't let the phone out of his hand all morning. All it took was one message, one emoji, one missed call by mistake and he would run home, come back to fuck a few more days and there would be no one to take him away from TK's side.

In the end there were no messages all morning.

"Should I be worried?" he asked Mitchell as they drove through town, patrolling.

"Why, because your boyfriend is quiet at home and hadn't bother you on your first day back to work?"

"I'm overreacting, aren't I?"

"You care about the person you love. That's normal and it's normal to be nervous. But trust me, you need to give it time. TK needs to know you trust him so he'll be able to trust himself."

Mitchell and Carlos had known each other for a long time but the truth was that they didn't have a relationship beyond that of two partners who spent half the day together chasing criminals. They didn't talk about their personal lives.

Maybe Carlos had shared more with her than his partner wanted to hear, but with everything that had happened since their relationship had exploded over the loft purchase, Mitchell was the only person, outside of his family and 126th, to tell how he felt.

"Okay, you're right. I'll leave him alone, but if at lunchtime he hasn't said anything to me... When we're both at work, TK keeps texting me about how the day is going, about the calls they've been to. And now that he's home and he knows I'm worried about him, he won't tell me anything."

Mitchell put his hand on his shoulder and Carlos laughed, figuring that if this was how he worried about his boyfriend, how much he was going to worry when he had to drop his future kids off at daycare.

The thought made him blush, although he didn't know if it showed because Mitchell didn't say anything.

By lunchtime, when they finally stopped at the usual cafeteria, Carlos still hadn't heard from TK.

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March Day 14

Lets go with one day more. This is story si for @tarlos-forever126. Hope you like it. It's one of my first domestic fluff with the "hidden injuriy" prompt. So hope it's nice enough.

Title: That damned sentence

Summary: The day TK thinks he has terminal cancer because he has seen it on the internet, is when he decides to tell Carlos the cursed phrase. "We need to talk."

Throwing up everything he ate was starting to become a situation that only made TK nervous. He had already tried everything; changing his diet, eating at other times, relaxation, yoga, he had even taken a look at the healthier eating pages his father read about macrobiotic food and the like.

But the nausea would come at breakfast, lunch and dinner and half the time she would end up throwing it all up.

It wasn't easy to keep anyone at 126, not Tommy or Nancy or much less his father and Carlos from finding out, because all it would do would be to worry or worse, scare them, when he didn't even know what was wrong with him.

He spent a whole day on the internet trying to find out what was wrong with him, but realized too late that that was anything but a good idea. Because, from the first few pages he found about indigestion, it talked about cats eating hairballs and how some humans did the same thing. That almost made him vomit without having eaten anything, they had ended up showing him the most horrible pictures about stomach tumors and other cancers related to the digestive system.

He had nightmares about it for two days, both about the pictures that had jumped out at him on the internet and the idea that some of those things that looked like creatures from another planet were taking over his body.

He wasn't a hypochondriac, never had been, but now he couldn't help but get a bigger and bigger ball in his head about how bad things could get if he really did have stomach cancer.

The internet said it was deadly most of the time, painful most of the time and difficult, if not impossible, to operate on in many cases. The operation also meant a long and painful recovery, which meant taking time off work, being on sick leave... as long as he survived all that.

What would happen to Carlos if he had to go through all that? His boyfriend didn't deserve such suffering. Not after how painful their breakup had been, after he had almost seen him die after the accident on the ice. No, Carlos deserved a happy, peaceful life, not to be the caretaker of a cancer patient.

"Carlos, babe, tonight I'd like to talk to you."

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March Day 4

Next present on my Tarlos birthday bingo. This one is for @tarlos-forever126. Lets go with "Passing out because of the pain". Hope you like it.

Title: It will pass, as always

Summary: A blow to the head that seems to be unimportant, TK decides not to say anything, so as not to worry his team, nor Carlos. When things get serious and the blow turns into a commotion, everyone gets the shock of their lives when they see TK fall unconscious in the middle of a call.

They were going to be on the news, that much was clear to them, but at the moment, the reporters had not yet arrived at the high school.

"Who thinks of doing Frozen in a high school theater and using three huge smoke machines to simulate ice?" asked Paul as he made sure to put his foot where he was supposed to put his foot so he wouldn't fall off the stage.

What had started out as a high school senior play had turned into a survival movie, with three broken arms, five sprains, two blows to the head and a teacher's heart attack.

It had taken them half the morning to send all the injured to the hospital and, more importantly, to make all the supposed ice disappear. All in all, the paramedic team hadn't stopped in almost five hours of work and they were already coming off a night shift. TK knew he was going to spend the whole weekend hibernating.

Backstage there was still the play director to take to the hospital, but Tommy Nancy was already being taken care of. TK had to pick up the bags and everything else they had been dropping off while they took care of the wounded.

Looking around the theater now that the smoke was clearing, it looked like it had become a war zone, with the flyers lying around, the odd shoe that someone hadn't gone to pick up afterwards, objects and things from the play. As he was walking around the stage picking things up, a Sven's head crossed his path.

It gave him a good scare, because that, more than the huge reindeer from Frozen, looked like a bug from one of the villages near Chernobyl. He did not expect it, and even less to see it appear among all the smoke that had not yet gone away.

He took a couple of steps back, but when he wanted to take the third, he found that the stage was no longer there. He only had time to turn around for a second before falling down and as much as he tried to put his hands to avoid too terrible a blow, the impact with the front row seats literally made him see the stars.

He lay cringing on the floor for a moment, seeing little white balls in front of his eyes.

He bit his lip to keep from protesting and sat there on the floor, cursing himself for being so clumsy and for not being able to go a week without anything happening to him.

He put his hand to his head, it hurt all over. It was clear to him that he had taken a good blow... a few good blows, but that was all it was, the pain from the blows. It would pass soon.

It still took him a while to get to his feet, but by the time he managed to do so he was feeling better. He knew his head was going to hurt for at least another day, but much worse things had happened to him. He could survive a bad headache.

He decided not to say anything, he didn't want to worry anyone and he didn't want Carlos to spend the next day looking after him, asking him every five minutes if he was well or if he needed anything. He went back to work, he didn't have much left to pick up and returned with Tommy and Nancy who had finished immobilizing the site manager's arm.

"TK, are you all right?" said Nancy to him.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I swallowed too much smoke and I'm a little groggy."

"Time to go, guys," Tommy told them and they went back to the ambulance at last.

TK was thankful to have a day off so he could rest, get plenty of sleep and try to get rid of the damn headache that the previous day's fall from the stage had left him with.

He was also grateful for once that Carlos had had to go to his parents' house, it also allowed him to stay in bed most of the day with the curtains closed and no noise around him.

He was already asleep when Carlos got home. He had spent the day helping his father tidy up the garage and when he woke up the next day, Carlos had already left for work. It had been almost two whole days since they had hardly seen each other and it was stupid to miss him when they lived together and spent all their free time texting each other.

So when TK found Carlos' note on the cushion he smiled like a teenager.

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He's not ready for that final goodbye

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#the man’s got a reputation

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I'm not ready to let you go

I'm not ready to lose you

I'm not ready to say that final goodbye

Please come back to me

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🥰🔥💕 I love this man