#officereyes

[ediediaz]

soldier keep on marchin' on

[bellakitse]

hi dear, could i request 63 from the prompts 💗

@simplykelc also requested this number. 💗💗💗 thanks dear.

Carlos Reyes walks into the 126 fire station a little after seven. The station is quiet, with only a few crew members he’s not used to interacting with on the lower level.

“Hey, Reyes,” comes a voice by the stairs. Carlos turns towards it, smiling at Judd Ryder as he comes down the rest of the stairs and crosses the distance to meet him by the bay doors.

“Hey, man,” he greets him before Judd pulls him into a quick hug.

“What brings you by?” Judd asks with an easy smile as he lets him go. It grows when Carlos gives him a look. “Ah,” the older man says knowingly. “What did TK do this time?”

“He blew up my phone with half a dozen calls, and who knows how many texts,” he answers, rolling his eyes when Judd laughs in return.

“And you decided to punish him with a visit and ice cream?” Judd questions, pointing at the bag in his hand, reading the familiar logo on it. The smirk on his face makes Carlos blush for a moment before sighing deeply.

“That pretty boy has me wrapped around his pinky,” he says helplessly, much to Judd’s amusement.

“At least you’re man enough to admit it, brother,” he says consolingly as he gives Carlos’ shoulder a slap. “And as a married man who’s wife has him wrapped around her finger, I can say with authority that it’s not a bad place to be when it’s the right person.”

“TK is the right person,” Carlos answers before he can stop himself, he feels his face go red again as his quick answer makes Judd’s smirk grow, but there is no denying the steadiness of his heart telling him how true it is.

It’s only been months of being with TK, but deep down, he already knows that he’s the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Every moment spent with him making Carlos happier than the time before.

“Oh yeah, you got that look,” Judd shakes his head, amused. “I see it in the mirror every time I think of Gracey. You’ve got it bad.”

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or you gonna take your ice cream?” he questions pointedly.

“You got me ice cream?” Judd questions with a raised eyebrow.

“I got everyone ice cream,” he answers, pulling an ice cream bar out of the bag and passing it over.

“Buttering up TK’s family,” Judd says with an approving nod as he takes the treat. “Smart.”

Carlos rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. Instead, he leaves the man to his dessert and heads for the stairs, pretty sure he knows where he’ll find his boyfriend. He stops by the kitchen along the way, putting the rest of the ice creams in the freezer, only taking his and TK’s favorite and a spoon with him as he heads for the station’s common area.

His heart speeds up at the smile that takes over TK’s face when he sees him, and Carlos is helpless but to return it.

“Baby!” TK says happily from the couch he’s lying on before a frown covers his face. “I called a bunch of times. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Was it an emergency, firefighter Strand?” he questions, his mouth twitching with the urge to laugh as TK rolls his eyes so hard he seems to do it with his whole body.

“Yes, Officer Reyes, It was an emergency,” he answers with a pout, stretching out his hands for Carlos to join him on the couch.

Carlos smiles softly at the silly display. He walks over to him, sitting down as TK moves to give him space.

“I needed to tell you I loved you,” TK says with a soft smile of his own, his green eyes twinkling with playfulness and affection.  

Carlos melts at the answer. He reaches up to cup TK’s cheek as he leans in to give him a kiss, smiling when TK sighs happily into it. “I love you too, baby,” he murmurs against TK’s mouth. “I brought you something.”

“Hmm?” TK questions absently, more focused on kissing him again. He chuckles as he pulls back and shows TK the pint of ice cream he’s been holding behind his back, filling with affection when TK’s eyes light up.

“Fuck, I love you,” TK says again, amusing Carlos further. He lets TK rearrange them until he’s sitting back on the couch with TK resting on his chest, the pint and spoon in hand. “Fingers crossed that we get no calls long enough to enjoy this.”

Carlos mumbles his agreement, more focused on cradling TK in his arms, enjoying the feel of him while his boyfriend enjoys his treat.

Even if the firehouse’s alarms ring out in the next five minutes, it’s five more minutes that he gets to spend with TK.

[morganaspendragonss]

hey holly! could i request 54 from the whump list + tarlos 💗

thank you for the prompt jamie! it was my pleasure to write it, i hope you’ve had a very happy birthday and that the next year brings only good things for you!

54 -  "I’m fine.” “No you’re not, you’re losing a lot of blood.” (from this list)

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TK wakes up in pieces.

He notices the pain before anything else, his side feeling like it’s on fire and his head splitting open. It’s dark when he manages to crack his eyes open; he can just barely make out the vague silhouettes of trees surrounding the car. TK frowns, immediately regretting the action as pain lances through his head, and tries to remember what happened.

He’d been with Carlos. They were on their way back from an impromptu vacation after two weeks of opposing shifts led to TK cashing in some time off to spend the weekend together. There’d been this light, and that Carlos had…

Carlos!

TK’s eyes fly open, ignoring the pain as he whips his head to the left, searching for his boyfriend. His heart drops when he sees him - Carlos is pinned against his seat, a large branch stretching across his chest, and there’s glass embedded in his arms. Lower, TK can see a dark stain on Carlos’s jeans, worryingly close to his femoral, and the dash is pressed hard against his legs.

TK leans over as far as he can without jostling his own injuries too much and presses his fingers to Carlos’s throat, breathing out a shaky sigh of relief when he feels a pulse.

“Carlos,” he says, coughing lightly. “Hey, Carlos.”

There’s a tense few seconds of silence before Carlos moans, his eyelids fluttering weakly. “TK?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you feeling?”

“Hurts.”

TK forces a chuckle. “I bet it does, babe. Can you be more specific?”

“Chest,” Carlos gasps, tight lines of pain on his face. “Legs.”

“Can you move your arms at all?”

Carlos shakes his head no, and TK sucks in a sharp breath. This just got a whole lot harder; if Carlos can’t reach that wound on his leg, then he’s going to have to deal with them both, and TK doesn’t know how long he can do that for.

“Okay,” he says, trying to keep his tone light for Carlos’s sake. “Your leg is bleeding, it’s too dark for me to tell, but I’m worried it’s nicked something, so I’m just going to put some pressure on it.” He stretches his arms out, the distance uncomfortable but manageable, and covers the wound with both his hands, pressing down hard. Carlos lets out a pained cry and TK winces. “Sorry, sorry.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You’re losing a lot of blood.”

Carlos’s eyes squint open, a weak glare forming before his expression turns to alarm when his gaze lands on TK’s face. “And you have a head wound,” he counters. “Anything else you neglected to mention?”

TK hesitates, thinking of the wound in his side that he’s yet to check himself, then shakes his head. “I’m fine.”

Carlos scoffs, but he doesn’t get a chance to argue back as the car chooses that moment to shift.

TK can’t suppress the cry that escapes his lips at the movement, something ripping from his body. Blood starts to freely gush from the wound, soaking his shirt; he grits his teeth against the pain, willing himself to stay conscious. Fortunately - or perhaps not so - Carlos is too out of it to notice his predicament, and TK wants to keep it that way. He increases the pressure against Carlos’s tight with his left hand, slowly moving his right to his own side. He tries to press down as hard as he can, but it’s difficult to split his strength, all he has left focused on keeping Carlos alive.

“Carlos,” he grits out. “Carlos!”

He gets no answer save for a worrying wheeze, and one look at his boyfriend’s face confirmed all of TK’s fears. Carlos has passed out, his skin appearing deathly pale ieven in the darkness of the car, and the branch is now flush against his chest, stopping him from breathing properly. TK wants to check his pulse, but doing so would mean moving his hand from his own wound; besides which, his limbs aren’t cooperating anymore, his body growing heavier as his eyelids start to droop.

He’s on the verge of giving up when voices reach him, growing closer with each passing second.

“Sir, can you- Shit. TK?”

“Hey Marjan,” TK groans. He tries to look over at her, but the motion turns his vision to static, threatening his tenuous hold on consciousness.

Marjan curses again. “Paul, it’s TK and Carlos!” she calls. Noise comes from the opposite side of the car as someone else arrives, followed by more swearing.

“Hang in there, brother,” Paul says, face grim.

“Not going anywhere,” TK mumbles. He blinks hard and tries to focus on Marjan’s face, catching her eye. “Y’need to get Carlos out first.”

“We’re gonna get you both out, TK.”

“Carlos first,” he insists. “He’s hurt. Promise me, Marj.”

“You’re hurt too,” she says softly, glancing around anxiously - presumably looking for the rest of the team.

“Him more than me.” TK attempts a grin, though he’s not sure it works. “Paramedic, remember?”

If Marjan says anything in response, TK doesn’t catch it, because the car shifts again and the world goes dark.

*

The next time he wakes, it’s to the sound of machines beeping and a dull ache spreading through his entire body. TK twitches his fingers, feeling another hand tighten around his, and hope lights up his chest for a brief second.

“Carlos?” he asks, heart sinking when the other person sighs in a way that is distinctly un-Carlos like.

“He’s okay, son,” his dad says, smoothing TK’s hair back. “You both are.”

TK forces his eyes open, the bright lights sending a lightning rod of pain through his head, but he breathes through it, turning to look at his dad. “What happened?”

His dad grimaces, looking worn as he shifts in his chair. “You were involved in a car accident,” he explains, tears gleaming in his eyes. “We’re not sure how exactly, but you rolled off the road down an embankment, which was still pretty muddy from all that rain this weekend. It took a long time to extract you both because we were afraid of destabilising the car and hurting you more.”

He takes a breath, squeezing TK’s hand hard. “We got Carlos out first at your insistence, so I’m told. He lost a lot of blood, but he’s awake and talking now.”

TK looks up at his dad with wide eyes, daring to hope. “He’s okay?”

“Some broken ribs, a fractured knee, a few minor scratches, and there’s the gash on his leg, but, yeah, he’s okay.” He smiles, a somewhat watery affair, before quickly growing sombre. “You, on the other hand, neglected to tell us just how bad that side was. You crashed in the ambulance, scared us half to death. You’re lucky you got here when you did - both of you are.”

A few tears slip down his cheeks and TK’s heart aches with guilt. “I’m sorry,” he says, nervously picking at the bedsheets. “I was just worried about him; I honestly didn’t realise it was that bad.”

His dad sighs. “I know, son.”

TK bites his lip, preparing himself for a fight as he gears up to ask his next question. “Can I see him?”

“TK -”

“Please, Dad. I need to see him.”

He turns a pleading gaze on his dad, who just smiles sympathetically, a hand rubbing his arm. “TK, neither of you are up to be moved right now. But, I do have another idea.”

He pulls out his phone, tapping through it before handing it over to TK, who frowns at the display.

“Why are you facetiming Paul?”

“You’ll see.”

TK huffs, but doesn’t press. It’s agony waiting for the call to connect, but his breath catches in his throat when it does.

Because Carlos is staring back at him, and he’s okay.

“Carlos,” he breathes, desperately wishing he could reach through the screen to touch him.

“Hey babe,” Carlos says tiredly. “I’m glad you’re awake.”

TK nods his agreement, scanning what he can see of Carlos for injuries. He’s bruised and battered, as TK is sure he himself is, but he’s alive, and that means the world right now. Carlos smiles at him, and TK can’t help but smile back, relief exploding in his chest.

“Man, how do y’all even do that?” Paul’s voice comes from off-camera, though TK can just imagine the look on his face right now. “You’re not even in the same room and I still feel like an intruder.”

“You can leave if it makes you uncomfortable,” Carlos says, gaze briefly going to where Paul presumably is before snapping back to TK. He winks, grinning. “We’ll probably be a while.”

TK laughs, Carlos too, and even Paul and his dad join in eventually. He settles on the pillows, letting his eyes briefly drift closed before looking back at his boyfriend, love sitting warm in his heart.

Yeah.

They’ll be okay.

[lire-casander]

hey love! #25 + tarlos (and you can throw in a little angst in there if you desire ;)

@spaceskam is still the creator of this amazing banner!

thank you much for this prompt! i hope you enjoy it! you wanted a bit of angst... so here we are!

25. “If that’s the only reason you came here, just go home.”

in a funk

They have been fighting since the moment they arrived at the park. Carlos doesn’t know when exactly their date night went awry, but it’s gone down the drain so quickly it’s left him dizzy.

And now they are just at each other’s throats.

It all began with TK coming home in a funky mood, and it’s evolving into something bigger as his boyfriend keeps pointing out everything that’s wrong around them.

“Would you just stop complaining, TK? We came here to have a good time,” he tries to reason with his boyfriend.

“You dragged me here!” TK exclaims, hands in the air.

“If that’s the only reason you came here, just go home,” Carlos finally snaps, stopping dead in his tracks. “Just go home, TK, but stop being a jerk.”

That makes TK shut up quicker than anything else. Carlos sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I shouldn’t have–“

“No,” TK interrupts him. “It’s me who should be sorry.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s got you in such a mood?”

TK shrugs before he mutters, “Dad’s been weird once again. I think something’s up with mom.”

Carlos sighs again. He reaches out until his arm is over TK’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace. He knows things have been strange at the Strand household, and he knows TK’s been silently suffering from it.

“I should have noticed,” he insists. “We’ll go back home, watch a movie, order some pizza.”

“No, no.” TK shakes his head. “I want to be here, with you. Let’s have some fun.”

Carlos hugs him tightly. “You’re not going to enjoy it, and you know that. We’ll come another time.”

“Promise?”

There’s a light in TK’s eyes that both warms and freezes Carlos’ soul – he looks so lost and eager all at once.

“Promise.”

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[neworleansspecial]

hey!! could i request allergic reaction on your bthb card w/ lone star 👀💗

It’s as simple as Judd’s frying method. He’s strict about what constitutes “real” fried chicken, and makes his own for the firehouse on a slow wednesday afternoon. Everyone likes it well enough; it’s juicy, well seasoned, crispy, and so good that everyone is diving in for seconds. 

Except Mateo.

Mateo puts his hand on his throat and asks Judd in a rough voice what oil he fried it in. 

“Peanut,” Judd answers. “Everyone knows that’s the best way to do it.”

“Maybe, but Probie’s allergic to nuts.”

Owen follows his statement by ordering Michelle to get her medical kit and helping Mateo scoot his chair back and relax. He offers him water but all Mateo can do is shake his head and wheeze. He can’t breathe. Seeing him like this, afraid, in pain, makes everyone’s heart ache for him. He’s too innocent to be hurt or sick. 

“Mateo, do you have an epi-pen?” Owen asks.

“H-Home.”

“It’s alright,” Michelle says, kneeling in front of his chair. “I’ve got a couple in the ambulance. Try and take a deep breath for me.” 

Before Mateo can even try, she’s got the epi-pen in his thigh, holding it in place while the medicine enters his blood stream. 

“I’ll tell dispatch we had a medical here,” says Owen, trusting Michelle to handle this. “GIllian, Rosewater, get the gurney.”

Marjan leaves her seat to stand with Mateo and hold one of his shaking hands in comfort, something he’s visibly grateful for even with his face swollen and throat tight. 

“You’re okay,” she assures gently, squeezing his hand. “You’re in the firehouse, Mateo, we’re not gonna let anything happen to you. It’s gonna be okay.”

[howtosingit]

i watched my herogram once and cannot bring myself to watch it again... i got way too emotional and it was too much 😅 but i like the idea of watching it with no sound 👀

If I watch it with no sound I can just cry about his face and not the lovely words that he is no doubt saying directly to me so until I get a fucking grip that’s JUST HOW IT’S GONNA HAVE TO BE OKAY 😅😅😅

[marjansmarwani]

pov :)

From my Carlos Reyes Week day 2 piece (which you just read a few hours ago and I think this may have been what you were angling to get with this ask)

The prompt for this one is “I’ll always be here for you.” + romance and the original is in Carlos’s perspective because ya know, Carlos week, so here’s a bit of it from TK’s perspective: 

From the moment TK entered Carlos’s home, he could tell something was off. Carlos’s smiles were something of a wonder to TK and he could tell when they were fake. This one just didn’t reach his eyes quite like they usually did. 

He let it go though, and humored Carlos throughout dinner. He took on the brunt of the conversation, leaving the other man to do no more than just follow along and nod occasionally. Still, something wasn’t right. There was something bothering Carlos, and for whatever reason he didn’t want to share. 

Finally after the third lackluster “mhm” in a row, TK decided to call him out. 

“Okay, spill.” 

no excuses writing asks 

[moviegeek03]

last and next :)

Already did this with my broken finger fic. Can see that here. So will give you some of what I have for the Disney one instead :).

Last: 

Carlos was cute. And sweet. And wanted to help. He wasn’t like the other boys. The boys TK was used to…they weren’t kind. They didn’t want to help. They weren’t friends with him. They saw him as different. As too anxious. Too…something. He didn’t really know what. 

But Carlos…

He seemed different.

“My mom is a really nice nurse,” Carlos said as they turned a corner. “She’ll help!”

TK just nodded along, allowing the other boy to help. He hugged his stuffed animal to his chest as they walked down he hall. He let Carlos lead. He let it happen. 

Next:

“Thank you,” TK said softly as they paused at a door.

“Of course.” The boy sent him a wide smile. “I like helping.” 

TK felt himself blush at the boy.