that angst/fluff prompt list looks delicious 👀 can i prompt 25 for tarlos? (carlos @ tk because tk does dumb shit 😇) ilysm 💕
Syyyyyyy! Ilysm toooooooo <3! I was expecting this to get out of hand, but I’m quite proud of myself for keeping it to a mini-fic length. Enjoy!
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“Walk me through it again,” Carlos sighs as he pushes his foot against the bottom of his front door, nudging it open. He’s got one arm wrapped around TK’s waist, his other hand woven through TK’s where it’s hanging over Carlos’ shoulder. Together, they slowly ease their way into the house. “You were in the burning house …"
“Right, because I’m the only paramedic with fire certification,” TK grits his teeth against the pain as he leans against Carlos and limps. “And they couldn’t get the guy out before he was stabilized. Marjan had the belay tied off from the roof, and Paul held the ropes so we could lower him through the window. But there was only one basket, and I could feel the air changing, you know how I always tell you it feels like it’s vibrating right before a flashover?
“So I didn’t know how long I’d have to get the basket back up, hop in and push myself off the windowsill,” Carlos turns them both around and eases TK down onto the sofa, sliding his arm up so TK can lean against his chest.
“And you flung yourself out the window instead of waiting, what, 30 seconds?” Carlos finishes, losing the battle against keeping his voice deadpan. He can hear the way his words shake, the fear he’d felt when Owen’s name flashed across his caller ID catching up to him all at once.
“I didn’t know if I had 30 seconds,” TK protests weakly, shifting himself carefully until he’s got his back pressed up against Carlos’ arm and his leg stretched out across the cushions. The brace wrapped around his knee matches the one stabilizing his ankle, and Carlos stares at the way they take up close to half of his boyfriend’s leg as he resettles himself. “And I didn't ‘fling myself out the window.’”
“Mmm,” Carlos presses his lips into a thin line and hums, but traces soothing lines along TK’s collarbone anyway. The t-shirt he’s wearing is soft, the fabric worn from repetitive washings over all the years Carlos has been with APD. He hadn’t thought twice about grabbing it from his locker when he dropped the squad car back at the division on his way to the emergency room, and it was totally worth it for the way TK’s face had lit up when Carlos slipped past the curtain and held it up for him to see.
“I swung myself over the windowsill and executed a controlled drop to the ground.”
“From the third story.”
“Well it’s not like there was an elevator.”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Carlos means to admonish him, but affection bleeds into his voice as he props his chin against the top of TK’s head. TK mutters something in response, but Carlos can’t make out the words. “What’s that?”
“That when I was in high school and said I wanted to be hotter, I didn’t mean it like that.”
The joke takes Carlos by surprise, and he huffs out a breathy laugh into TK’s hair.
Only his boyfriend would jump out a window and then crack jokes about his own appearance.
“Hotter? You think the sprained knee and twisted ankle make you hotter? Babe, if anything, the braces are just hiding how great your leg usually looks.”
“Maybe so, but you’re still here taking care of me. Physical injuries? Always a good sympathy grab.” TK tilts his face upward until Carlos takes the hint and kisses him softly.
“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs. “Whatever you say. But for the record?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d be here anyway, even if you’d stuck the landing.”
“Hey!” TK protests, craning his neck to be able to see Carlos. “My landing was fine! It’s not my fault there was a garden gnome in the flowerbed.”
“Of course it wasn’t.” Carlos rolls his eyes.
“But it’s true?” There’s no teasing now; TK’s peering up at him seriously, and Carlos can see the need for validation carved into his face. “You’d still be here?”
Today’s fic for @tkstrandweek (which will be up on Ao3 in a moment, and on tumblr around 11:30 EST) is probably one of the most difficult stories I have ever written.
It’s painful. It’s angstier than angst at some points. It’s dark. And, to me, it’s also probably one of the best fics I have ever written.
It couldn’t have been done without @meloingly, who always holds my hand when I need support and who has become one of my closest friends in fandom. But it also couldn’t have been done without @shlesinger. There will be thank-yous later along the fic, but I wanted to write this to acnkowledge once more that I couldn’t have done it without you, guys.
well so far you’ve seen the only one I’ve actually written. whoops? but there are six or seven more on the list (so far; y’all know where the ask box is!) and I’m hoping to make at least some progress on another one tonight
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
I mean you’ve read every word of this I’ve written so far, and I know you don’t really think I’m going to give up the ending of the first part this easy.
Buuuuuuut you can have the knowledge that TK wakes up in an empty bed and finds Carlos curled up on the couch next to someone he’s never met before. All the doors and such are secure, so clearly Carlos let her into his house.
13. What talents do you have?
i can sing ig, and i suppose knitting could be considered a talent maybe?
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
yeah! i met joshua molina at a podcast recording, and i met will chase and ingrid michaelson at my job this summer!
20. What/who do you miss?
a lot of things, but right now, I miss the people and the joy and freedom I felt this summer at my job.
45. Is there anyone you would die for?
idk, i try not to think about this too hard because, well, my brain and thinking about my own death is not something that goes very well most of the time.
can i request cauterising a wound for tarlos, please? (tk having to get a wound cauterised while carlos has to just sit there and try and calm him down)
hi! thank you so much for the prompt! its posted here! I hope you enjoy it!
