about.
— naftali, 21 y/o bisexual jew (they/them, he/him)
— I am a writer who hasn’t written in, like, a year but I’m trying to get back into writing so. like. requests are tentatively open if anyone who follows me remembers my old writing
— fandoms: criminal minds, chicago med, chicago fire, 911, 911: lone star, station 19, the night shift, and anything else that strikes my fancy
byf.
— this blog is 18+ due to comfort rather than the content I produce & minors will be blocked
— I consider myself a “normal” person as in I do not condone rpf or incestuous/pedophilic/etc content
— other normal dni labels apply which I realize do not stop bigots from following so... you’ll be blocked if you’re found out
kin list.
this list is half a joke... I just relate to these characters a lot and project onto them for reasons unknown to me
— drew alister (the night shift)
— peter parker (the amazing spider-man)
— evan buckley (911)
— travis montgomery (station 19)
“See? Look what you made me do!” + missing maybe for your tsfs? 👀
“See? Look what you made me do. This is on you,” Crockett says, watching as Lolly’s eyelids slowly flutter shut. “She’s only little, and I didn’t want it to have to come to this, but if you can’t be a good mom and keep her quiet… Well. We can’t have my guests hearing her now, can we darlin’?”
Sarah barely registers his words as she fights against the heaviness of her own eyelids, but she still manages to push his hand away when he tries to cup her face.
“There, you have a nice sleep as well. I’ll be back to check on you later.” He kisses her cheek, then strokes a hand down her leg, stopping at her ankle to trace a finger over the scar.
The last thing she hears is the cuffs clicking shut, and then everything goes dark.
EVAN “BUCK” BUCKLEY in 911 | 1K Celebration for for @diazactually who sent ✨ + 911
Guess it’s like the uniform is my costume. You know, I put it on and suddenly I’m brave, and I’m strong, I make a difference. Feels like without it I’m not much of anything.
Gwyn hums and bounces Jonah in her arms, peppering the top of his head with kisses.
“I know,” she says, “I trust you.”
She makes no move to hand him over and TK sighs.
“We’ve baby proofed the loft, I have incredibly detailed instructions about when and what to feed him, what books he likes, what toys he wants to play with, and his pediatrician's number in New York. His nine hundred pound diaper bag is filled with wipes, bibs, blankets, and seven spare onesies. I could open a Pottery Barn Kids in here.”
“I know,” Gwyn says, eyes flitting around the loft. “I know he’s safe with you but you just got out of the hospital.”
“A week and a half ago, mom. I’m fine. I’m one hundred percent back to normal.”
In the kitchen Carlos scoffs, then covers it by clearing his throat.
TK narrows his eyes. “Ninety five percent,” he amends. “But I’m well enough to watch my baby brother for a few hours.”
“Five,” Gwyn says, “five hours, and not one minute longer. I made sure they knew I was on a tight schedule before I accepted a meeting on my vacation.”
“It is your vacation,” TK agrees, “so if after your meeting you want to take a nap, get some coffee, chill out…that’s fine. I am here to babysit.”
Gwyn hums again and looks over her shoulder at Carlos, already dressed and ready to step out the door for his shift.
“Five hours,” she says. She kisses Jonah’s head once more before she reluctantly hands Jonah over to TK. “Five hours and I’ll be back.”
“And I’ll be back in four,” Carlos tells Gwyn. “If that makes you feel better? I’m covering a half-shift for a buddy of mine so…”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, babe,” TK deadpans before he sticks his tongue out at Jonah, hoping to get a laugh out of him. “I don’t know why you guys are so worried, I’ve taken care of dozens of babies.”
Gwyn frowns and Carlos tips his head to the side in confusion.
TK sighs. “I’ve helped deliver dozens of babies.”
“Dozens seems high, and there's a difference,” Gwyn says. “There is a difference from helping a baby come into this world and then actually caring for the baby.”
TK rolls his eyes. “Mom, he is one, tiny baby. How hard can it be?”
Gwyn presses her lips into a thin line and raises an eyebrow.
Behind her, Carlos winces then turns away, pretending to busy himself by cleaning the already spotless kitchen.
“You know what?” Gwyn asks, voice dripping with a sweetness that sends a chill down TK’s spine. “You are absolutely right. He is just one, tiny baby. It cannot possibly be that hard to take care of him.” She claps her hands together and TK takes a step back. “And since it’s not that hard, I think I’ll take you up on your offer. I think I will take a nice, long nap. So, if you need anything–which you won’t because it is so, so easy–I guess you’ll have to…I don’t know, Google it.”
“I could call dad,” TK suggests, “or Captain Vega, or Carlos’ mom.”
Gwyn smiles and puts her hands on his shoulder. “I am so glad that you have options.”
She kisses TK on the cheek, and Jonah on the forehead before stepping into the kitchen to hug Carlos.
“Be careful out there, sweetie,” she tells him and Carlos nods and walks her the five steps to the door.
“What the hell was that?” TK asks once she’s gone.
“Really?” Carlos counters, “I figured you, of all people, would recognize a brush with death when you saw one.”
“I didn’t mean to offend her,” TK says and Carlos nods.
“I know.”
“I just…I want to help, and this feels like the only thing I can do. I’m not cleared for work, I can barely exercise, and we can’t even…” He trails off and looks back toward the bedroom.
“Hey,” Carlos says softly, “there’s no rush for any of that. You went through an incredibly traumatic event. Healing takes time.”
“I know that,” TK snaps, “you’ve told me that, my dad has told me that, the doctors tell me that. I’m tired of hearing it. I can’t just sit still and do nothing anymore. I can take care of my brother.”
“And I know that,” Carlos tells him, “and so does your mother.”
“Well, neither of you act like it.”
Carlos hums and kisses his temple. “You’re right and I’m sorry. I’m sure that you’ll both have a great time.”
“Thank you,” TK says, rocking Jonah as he starts to wiggle in his arms. “Could I call your mom, though…if I had to?”
“There is nothing that would make her happier.” He looks down at his watch with a frown. “I have to go, I’ll be back soon, and I love you.” He pecks TK on the lips and tickles Jonah under his chin, making him smile. “The both of you.”
“We love you, too,” TK tells him. “Be careful, we’ll see you soon.”
Carlos grins then leans in for a kiss that lingers and leaves TK slightly breathless.
“Love you,” Carlos says again and TK laughs and playfully pushes him away.
“All right, all right. You won’t be gone for that long.”
“Doesn't matter,” Carlos says, stealing one more kiss and making TK’s heart flutter in his chest.
Carlos was never careful with his love before, he never shied away from showing affection and TK never doubted how he felt but now, after everything, he won’t even leave for a quick run to the grocery store without making sure TK knows he’s loved.
A lot can happen in two months, or a four hour shift, a walk down the block, or sixty seconds in ice cold water.
