Mmm top 5 tropes or top five aus or top 5 kisses :)
Well I did top 5 tropes here except it was more AUs than tropes WHOOPS so let's go AUs but more specific this time, and more overall than FirstPrince specific!
BDSM AU - and no, this does not mean "characters do BDSM" lol. They kind of fell out of favour with the rise in omegaverse and it makes me sad because they were their own thing and they were FUN. Maybe I'll be the change I wanna see in the world idk.
Fairytale AU - I'm just so fucking WEAK for these
Roommate AU - it's gotta be combined with pining, there's just something about the forced proximity of it all that hits so good
Superheroes AU - there's just so much room to play with tropes
Magic AU - modern magic especially is just a ton of fun
[put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer]
Oooh I'd LOVE a ficlet!! Have been loving your fics <3
[Congrats on the followers, bud! Same name on AO3]
a time stamp - 5:25
a location - coffee shop
a character - Alex or Henry
a song title/lyric for vibes - enchanted by tswif: The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks
HELLO AND THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT 💜 I freaking love this song and this scene basically popped into my head fully formed so I'm so glad to be finally getting to it!
read the rest of the ficlets here
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5:25am, coffee shop
One fine day, Henry won’t have to get up before the sun has even risen. But until that magical day, Henry stops by Brews & Books for his first Earl Grey of the day with a for-fun novel while he waits in line. It may be before six in the morning, but the small, family-run shop is already packed.
A quiet, but emphatic “fuck me” catches Henry’s attention, but it’s the thump, slide, and contact of a heavy book with his foot that pulls him completely out of his novel. He glances down to see some sort of textbook and stoops to pick it up, fingers brushing with a strange spark as someone else reaches for it at the same time. Henry glances up to find the single most attractive man he’s ever seen.
His dark circles rival Henry’s own, but the combination of a riot of dark curls, warm brown skin, and eyes like molten chocolate knock the breath from Henry’s lungs.
“Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart.” Henry wants to wrap himself in the man’s accent. Normally, the stranger’s beauty would have Henry clamming up, but there’s something so welcoming in the exhausted smile flashed his way that makes Henry practically bloom.
“Not to worry, love. I wouldn’t expect much from anyone before being caffeinated.” Henry stands and reaches down to help the man up after him.
“Two problems with that,” he says, ruefully as he accepts the help and straightens up with his textbook. “One, this will be my second cup already.” Henry’s eyebrow raises of its own accord. “I know, I know, I have a problem, but consider this: it keeps me functional.”
The man’s hand is still in his. It’s warm, despite the bite of the early morning air. Henry doesn’t let go either.
“You said there were two problems?” Henry asks, proud when his voice comes out even and a touch teasing rather than stuttering from an abundance of gay pining.
“Right! The other problem is that I’m this clumsy all the fucking time. My sister and her girlfriend have decided to classify my clumsiness as an ‘outlier of nature,’” the man says with a truly devastating grin.
Henry can’t help a little huff of laughter at that. “I’m well versed in the despairing older sister department.”
“Did yours treat you like a personal dress up doll, or is that just me?”
“Constantly. I tried to get out of it exactly once growing up and Bea turned on the waterworks so quickly I thought she was auditioning for a hose pipe. It did guilt me into letting her do it though.”
“Dios mío, if June had any ability to cry on command she would have pulled the same shit, I’m sure.”
Their shared laughter draws the man’s attention to their still-joined hands. He pulls away at last—not that Henry would have minded holding his hand for the rest of the day—the hint of a blush showing up on his cheeks.
“I—ah, sor—”
“Next!”
The call interrupts the unwanted apology. Henry sends a rueful look behind him as he goes to order. The man shrugs, a smile tinged with what Henry’s romantic heart hopes is disappointment at their conversation getting cut short. He orders quickly and asks after Linda’s children as she punches in his order. Henry’s about to pay when a brilliant idea strikes.
“Linda, I’d like to pay for the man with the curly hair behind me.”
“A little pay it forward moment?”
“Something like that. May I borrow your sharpie?”
She grins wickedly. “Oh I see, go right ahead, honey.”
Writing quickly while Linda runs his card, Henry prints his number and a note: I don’t usually do this, but it seems you’re an outlier in more ways than one. Dinner tonight? - Henry.
By the time he’s done and collected back his card, his tea is ready at the end of the counter. He picks it up and turns back to see the stranger watching him, a sort of wistful look on his face. Henry can feel himself blushing, but lets himself look back at the man who upended his morning. The man’s face splits into a blinding grin and if Henry didn’t know any better he’d say the sun rose just to shine on his curls. Henry salutes the man with his tea before backing out of the shop and off towards his classes. He barely makes two blocks before his phone buzzes with a series of texts. Henry beams down at his phone as he reads.
Unknown Number: holy shit that was smooth
i bet i can be an outlier in a BUNCH of different ways actually 😉
(i’m saying yes to dinner in case that wasn’t clear)
i’m Alex by the way
it was fucking enchanting to meet you Henry
can’t wait for tonight
With how Carlos' character arc has been built up, it just doesn't make SENSE where they took it. It felt very 'what soap opera drama can we throw in'. I truly don't think the creators/writers realized how feral/loving/loud Tarlos fandom was maybe when they started the show, because this seems out of left field and leaves a lot of season 1 to make even less sense.
Carlos is a rock. He's the foundation of a lot of relationships and a strength for many. To hide this and then not talk to her for four years basically is inconceivable for what we've seen of him. If Iris was his best friend, he wouldn't let her meet TK until the wedding? That also seems weird. It's just a lot of places they could have taken it, and to choose her and just be like 'oh yeah time passed' is, dare I say it, lazy writing? It's like they don't know Carlos. IDK.
I'm not saying the reasoning isn't right, he needed someone in the moment and it felt like he wasn't being accepted, fine. But with how he KNOWS TK is about lying, etc, and at NOT having said anything for so long?!
I still adore TK/Carlos and didn't even realize there were whispers of not seeing them the same way etc. They will always be my favorites and they're endgame, but damn. They're in for a roller coaster, I guess. The poor boys being swept up in this.
...haha sorry. I just needed to let it out (I can't watch live so my reactions are early the next morning as I wake up an hour before I have to to watch it hahaha)
Loved your reflection too - you genuinely are the best <3
omg no worries!! <3
and i am definitely in the boat of like….did i want this to happen? no. do i like it? no. do i think it will unfortunately reshape now a lot of people view carlos and thus tarlos too? yeah. and those feelings to me are 100% understandable and i feel bad that people now feel bad about a favourite character/ship/the show as a whole. the carlos we know and they developed would have and should have at least told tk—even if they went this route all along, it’s a conversation that should’ve already been had.
but i will say this won’t make me stop caring about the show or the boys or their journey. it’s been too much of a bright spot for me to tear me away from it, and also like….being around for season one as we barely got any carlos and season two where they went SUPER soapy (i mean the gwyn baby plot was so out of left field and was so hated akdnsk). this show at its core is a drama and a ryan murphy production at that, and even though i think tim probably should’ve just kept this as a what-if, we should still see how they make it progress. if they allow tk the space to feel what would be valid feelings about it, if they allow us to see the way internalized homophobia and repression can just break someone apart, if they make them come together stronger at the end….that’s the important part for me. especially since as of right now tk can find it in himself to understand carlos, and if he can, i’m going to suspend my belief for a bit and see how it plays out akdnsks
#25 - “ I could see myself anywhere as long as it’s with you,” - for @enablelove
TK comes home to Carlos looking for their future home.
TK gets to his father’s house bone-tired after a grueling shift. Kicking off his shoes and leaving them in the foyer, he makes his way through the house. He waves at his father sitting at the kitchen island covered by papers but doesn’t stop. He’s too tired to take on his father’s stress as he works hard on opening back the 126 despite Billy Tyson’s attempt to close down their firehouse forever.
Instead, he lets his sore feet carry him upstairs to the only person he wants to see. Heading for his old room, he opens the door to find his boyfriend, freshly showered, resting on a set of pillows, with his new laptop resting on his thighs.
“Hey, babe,” he calls out to him, his gaze still on the screen for a moment before he looks up at TK, giving him a sweet smile. “I’m looking at some house listings. How was work?”
TK doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls off his hoodie, throwing it over his shoulder before he makes a dive for the bed.
Carlos, used to his antics, quickly moves the computer out of the way just in time to catch him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
“Hmmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss into his hair. “Bad day?” he questions softly.
TK shakes his head. “No, not really, just long.”
He tilts his head up, catching Carlos’ eyes. “And I missed you.”
Carlos gives him a gentle smile. He tilts TK’s chin up towards him, and TK closes his eyes seconds before Carlos’ lips touch his. He lets out a sigh as they sink into the kiss, and he basks in the unique taste of his boyfriend’s mouth. There is truly nothing sweeter than Carlos’ kisses.
Carlos rolls them over, covering him with his body as he deepens the kiss. TK clings to him, letting every swipe of Carlos’ tongue, every touch of his fingertips as they slide under his shirt wash away the day’s stress.
He’s not sure how long they kiss, but by the time Carlos pulls back, his lips are pink and bruised, while TK’s spine is all but liquid from the pleasure of being in his arms.
“Hi, baby,” he says softly as he reaches up to brush away one of Carlos’ loose, damp curls.
“Hi,” Carlos smiles back down at him. “How do you feel about a backyard?”
“Hmm?” he questions, letting out a slight whine when Carlos gets off him. He pouts as he sits up after him, but Carlos pays him no mind as he brings his laptop back into view.
“What do you think?” he questions excitedly as he shows him a listing of a picturesque cream-colored house. He clicks through the pictures showing him the decent size yard with a flowerbed border around it. “It’s a little more than we initially thought about spending, but I have been crunching the numbers, and we can make it work. We could get a grill, maybe put up a hammock to lazy about on our days off.”
“Maybe get a puppy?” TK questions, hopefully, batting his eyelashes at Carlos, getting a laugh back from him.
“You’re gonna have to deal with Buttercup’s look of betrayal when he smells another dog on you,” Carlos warns him with a smile when TK lets out a wince. “But sure, we can consider getting a dog. Do you like it?”
TK runs his fingers over the mousepad, smiling as he sees the beautiful kitchen. He can just picture himself there, watching Carlos as he moves around, making it seem like a dance as he cooks. He imagines them in the master bedroom, waking up in each other’s arms or in the tub that definitely looks like it can fit the two of them. He can picture their life together there and likes what he sees.
“Yeah,” he says, his smile growing in the face of the brilliant grin his boyfriend shoots back at him. “I like it. When can we see it?”
“I already booked a showing with the realtor for this weekend,” Carlos answers, blushing softly when he raises an eyebrow at him.
“You were so sure I would like it?” he questions, getting a shrug back from Carlos.
“I don’t know what it is,” he starts to say, looking back at the screen. “It just has a good feel to it. I could see us there, you know?”
TK smiles again, understanding precisely what Carlos means.
“Well, I could see myself anywhere as long as it’s with you,” he answers, getting a loving look from Carlos in return. “But yeah, I get what you mean.”
Carlos closes the laptop, placing it on the side table before he turns back to him. “How about you see yourself in my arms again?” he questions with a teasing smile as he opens his arms for him.
TK lets out an amused huff before crawling over, laying his upper half on Carlos’ chest. He should probably get up and get changed for bed but can’t bring himself to move. “My favorite place.”
How are you feeling? I’ve had that happen a few times to my eye and a cocktail of allergy meds and cold compresses helped me.
ugh unfortunately it’s a stye, which is what i was worried was going on there. the swelling at least is mostly gone now, but it’s on the inside of my eyelid so it’s irritating and uncomfortable. but i’m doing the recommended things for it, so hopefully it’ll go away in a few days without too much trouble :/
god i'm actually not a movie gal like... At All but when i watch them i love a good shitty romcom lmao! and i love musicals!
fav tv shows are sitcoms/comedies like parks and rec and schitt's creek (obvi) are my favorite shows but i've pretty much watched everything. also LOST is the best televsion show of like all time still
i love hurt/comfort fics please give me sad bois who are comforted by their significant other lmao
