#sneetchestoo

[breannacasey]

Michelle Blake and Grace Ryder for the BINGO

Michelle who I wish would make another appearance:

Grace:

[bellakitse]

Can I request “I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?” Please and thank you 💖

and congrats on the followers!

“So, are you going to tell me what’s bugging you, or are you going to keep making weird faces at your lunch?”

Carlos looks up from his plate to find Michelle staring at him with an arched brow. He contemplates lying to her for a moment and say everything is fine. But the no-nonsense look on his friend’s face tells him he will not get away with it.

Instead, he opens his mouth and blurts out what has been running through his head nonstop for the last week. “I bought TK an engagement ring.”

He watches as Michelle’s blue eyes widen at his words, and he finds himself rolling his as she barely stifles a shout.

“Michelle don’t— “

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“— Freak out,” he finishes lamely, sighing when she gets up from the picnic table to come to his side, squeezing the wind out of him as she hugs him tight.

“You’re engaged!”

“No,” he says quickly, pulling her hands off him. “No, I bought a ring, and now I’m trying to figure out how to ask him if he wants to accept it.”

Michelle scoffs loudly at him, ruffling her bangs along the way. “Of course he wants to. TK is as crazy about you as you are about him. The rest of us have spent the last two years nauseated by your perfect love.”

“It didn’t start perfect,” Carlos reminds her, the fear that has been mixed with his excitement at the prospect of asking rearing it’s ugly head again. “It took time before he was even cool with the term boyfriend. How am I supposed to ask, ‘I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?’”

The unimpressed look Michelle gives him in response to his hypothetical is true Blake energy. “If you ask him like that, he better turn you down.”

“Thanks a lot,” he answers dryly, matching her attitude. It gets him an eye roll in return.

“Well, you are being ridiculous,” she tells him bluntly, holding up her hand when he goes to argue. “TK loves you, the ‘forever’ kind of loves you. You know this, that’s why you bought the ring in the first place. If you didn’t believe that, you wouldn’t have gotten it. Maybe when you guys first started, he was wary of labels, but he was going through stuff. He’s long past that, and more importantly, you guys as a couple are past it.”

Carlos stays quiet as his friend’s words wash over him. He knows she’s right even as nerves make his pulse spike. “You really think he’ll say yes?” he questions one more time.

Michelle huffs out a laugh, a smirk taking over her face. “I think if you don’t hurry up, he’ll beat you to it,” she answers with a twinkle in her eye. He gives her a questioning look, but all Michelle gives him in return is a shrug of her shoulder as she stands to go back to her lunch. “Just saying.”

It sticks with Carlos for the rest of the day until he gets back to their place late at night. It’s close to midnight, and all he wants is to crawl into bed next to his more than likely sleeping boyfriend. This is why it’s a surprise when he walks into the apartment to find candles lit and rose petals all around. A perfectly catered dinner at the table, still steaming from how hot it is. And his boyfriend – his beautiful, wonderful boyfriend who stands in the middle of the room with a nervous but gorgeous smile on his face and a ring in his hand that gleams under the candlelight.

“I have a question to ask you,” TK starts with an anxious lick of his lips.

Carlos doesn’t let him ask. Instead, he crosses the room and sweeps him into a hungry kiss that TK eagerly returns. They’re both breathless by the time they part.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” TK blurts out with a giddy smile. It only grows as Carlos nods rapidly in agreement. He holds his breath as TK slides the ring on his finger, and remembers he needs to go upstairs to get TK’s ring from his closet, but first, he just needs to know.

“Did Michelle know you were planning this?” he questions, part of him already knowing the answer.

“She helped me pick out the ring last week,” TK tells him, frowning when Carlos grumbles under his breath. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Carlos shakes his head, half amused at being played by his best friend. “I’m just gonna kill her the next time I see her.”

[detectivereyes]

Carlos Reyes Week - Day 3 ↳ favorite outfit

[rafael-silva]

in your safety: a tarlos fic

A thought crosses his mind and he finds himself grabbing on to it. He carefully moves up in his bed, turning on the side lamp sitting on his nightstand. He grabs his phone and opens a recent text thread. TK: [11:17 PM] Are you awake?

—

TK can’t really sleep after he’s discharged from the hospital. One night, he goes searching for comfort and a shoulder to lean on. He finds both.

A 1.09 missing scene.

for bad things happen bingo: tarlos + insomnia

emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, angst, comfort, fluff, worried carlos reyes, cuddles, soft kisses, tk strand needs a hug, missing scene

2.8k | on ao3

*****

TK is no stranger to insomnia.

He’s been dealing with it on and off since his parents’ divorce, trying to come to terms with it. It was hard at first, he’d find himself lying wide awake in bed, thoughts racing as he tossed and turned, sleep never finding him. Other days he’d have a hard time waking up, or he’d wake up exhausted, almost like he didn’t sleep at all.

It got better with time, though. Some remedies helped along the way, as well as talking to his dad about it and working through some of the thoughts that had kept him wide awake, lurking in the depth of his mind.

TK would say he’s been doing better overall, aside from a few nights here and there where sleep had proven to be difficult or he’d be restless, he’d come a long way since he was a little kid.

Until he got shot. And for the nights following his release from the hospital, he found himself transported back to when he was seven years old, staring up at the ceiling. He can’t even burn off the restless and anxious energy with tossing and turning due to the stitches in his still-sore chest.

It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots between the shooting and the insomnia TK is experiencing. He can’t remember the events, but there is still something nagging at him in his gut, keeping him awake. Keeping his mind switched on.

TK would sometimes find Owen still awake after a round of fitful sleep and they’d talk about anything, falling into a light conversation that would help ease TK’s mind and quieten his thoughts.

But TK had convinced Owen to go back to work once he was settled at home, and Owen was currently halfway into a twenty-four hour shift. TK isn’t the biggest fan of Owen’s well-meant hovering, it sometimes making him climb the walls, but if the firefighter was also being completely honest, the house is too lonely and silent for his liking in this moment. He could use a little bit of comfort or someone to talk to.

A thought crosses his mind and he finds himself grabbing on to it. He carefully moves up in his bed, turning on the side lamp sitting on his nightstand. He grabs his phone and opens a recent text thread.

TK: [11:17 PM] Are you awake?

TK places his phone next to him, worrying his bottom lip as he waits.

His phone pings a minute later.

Carlos: [11:18 PM] Yeah.

Carlos: [11:18 PM] Everything okay?

TK’s anxiety starts getting the best of him, and his mind is suddenly searching for ways out.

He aware he’s taking too long to answer when another message comes through.

Carlos: [11:22 PM] TK?

Carlos’s growing concern is palpable through his text.

TK: [11:23 PM] Sorry. Yeah, everything’s fine.

Then TK realizes he owes Carlos an explanation.

TK: [11:23 PM] I can’t sleep.

Carlos’s reply comes immediately.

Carlos: [11:23 PM] Are you home alone?

TK: [11:24 PM] Yeah. Dad’s on shift.

TK draws in a deep breath and continues to chew on his bottom lip.

TK: [11:25 PM] Can I come over?

TK’s face starts to heat up as the anxiety continues to brew in his gut, watching the three grey dots appear and disappear a few times. He’s starting to dread he’s asked for too much.

He doesn’t know where he stands with Carlos, especially when it comes to a request like this one. He’s gone to Carlos’s place multiple times before, but when the officer had asked him to come over. TK’s never asked himself and he’s worried he crossed a line.

They haven’t talked about what they are, and TK hadn’t even given Owen a straight answer when his father asked. Owen put one and one together when Carlos stood in the doorway of TK’s hospital door with tear-streaked cheeks, figuring out that there’s…something between him and his son, but even after some playful teasing from Owen’s side once TK woke up, the younger man still hadn’t given him much. He didn’t deny it, though.

The truth is, TK is falling for Carlos. And it scares him. Confusion has been his one constant feeling since he woke up in the hospital, feeling like his entire life was turned upside down. Not only was he still healing from what happened in New York, but he had absolutely no intention of starting or getting into anything until he got back on his feet when he moved to Austin.

Then Carlos Reyes strode into his life and effortlessly began tearing down the walls TK had built around himself. After attempts to run and hide and the failure of said attempts, TK let him. Because even a part of him couldn’t deny that it felt right with Carlos, it felt natural. It was a tug of war within TK, the desire to build his walls back up with cement and the desire to let Carlos in. And TK certainly didn’t expect to fall for the other man as quickly as he did.

That doesn’t change the fact that he still doesn’t know what he and Carlos are and where they stand. He felt a shift in their relationship in the couple of weeks prior to getting shot, with a lingering impression that this thing between them might be going somewhere.

Then a bullet to the chest gave TK a run for his money and halted all. It circles back to confusion for TK, about who he is, what he wants to do with his life. And all that confusion inevitably ties in with Carlos, and the nature of their relationship.

The fog of confusion had been growing more and more in the days after his hospital release, as TK began to doubt everything.

TK may not remember getting shot, but he certainly feels his life crumbling in the aftermath.

So yeah, he wasn’t exactly sure how Carlos was going to respond to his request. And he couldn’t really make an educational guess either. He knows Carlos has a kind heart and a warm soul, but everyone has lines and limits, and TK isn’t sure where inviting himself over to Carlos’s place falls on the officer’s. He prays he hadn’t crossed either.

But Carlos is safety, and TK will hold onto that for as long as he can.

TK doesn’t have to wonder about Carlos’s response for much longer because another ping brings him back from his thoughts.

Carlos: [11:26 PM] Of course. I’ll leave the front porch light on.

TK feels a weight lifted off his chest. A small smile tugs on the corner of his lips as he types back a reply.

TK: [11:26 PM] Thanks. I’ll be there in 20.

After throwing on a hoodie and sneakers, TK orders an Uber and waits outside. The car arrives in a matter of minutes, and he finds himself heading to Carlos’s in under five minutes from sending the last text. He sends a message to his father this time, telling him that he’ll be at Carlos’s place.

Carlos is wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweats when he opens the door for TK. He smiles, stepping to the side to let the firefighter in and locking the door behind him.

TK lingers close, hands stuffed into the pocket on the front of his hoodie as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, nervous as he watches the officer.

“Would you like anything? Food or water?” Carlos asks TK once he’s sure everything is locked and the lights are turned off.

“No, thanks, I’m good,” TK replies. “Thanks for letting me come over. Sorry if it was a weird request, I just—”

“TK, it’s okay. You’re welcome here anytime, and I’m glad you reached out,” Carlos’s smile widens a little, reaching his captivating brown eyes.

TK reciprocates, albeit with a smaller smile than Carlos’s and then his eyes go a little wide when Carlos extends his hand towards him.

“I was about to get into bed,” Carlos explains, his face soft.

TK nods and takes Carlos’s hand, letting the slightly larger man lead them up the stairs. The warmth radiating from Carlos’s tough helps calm TK’s racing heart, the touch grounding him and offering comfort. The comfort he was searching for.

TK unconsciously tightens his grip on Carlos’s hand, trying to hold onto that support for as long as he could. Carlos gives him a quick look over his shoulder, and something in his features tells TK he’ll have it for as long as he wants.

They enter Carlos’s bedroom, separating their connection as the officer walks over to his preferred side of the bed. TK makes his way to the other, tipping off his shoes and removing his hoodie. Carlos pulls the duvet back, plugs his phone into the charger and climbs into bed. TK watches him for a few moments before following, crossing his legs on the mattress, sitting criss-crossed now and drops his hands into his lap.

“You okay?”

TK shrugs.

“Have you been sleeping at all since you got home from the hospital?” Carlos asks, having noticed the black bags hanging under TK’s eyes and the exhaustion written on his face.

“Few hours every night,” TK whispers.

“TK…” Carlos sighs.

“I know,” TK looks at Carlos. “But I just can’t sleep.”

Carlos’s response is interrupted by TK’s phone pinging in his pocket.

He fishes it out of his sweats and reads the new text.

“It’s from my dad,” TK says. “I told him I was coming here so he doesn’t worry.”

“And?” Carlos wonders, suddenly nervous himself about Owen’s reaction.

“He said okay and to call or text him if I need anything,” TK answers.

“He’s not surprised,” Carlos states rather than questions.

“No,” TK chuckles weakly. “He knows, about…” he makes a back and forth gesture between him and Carlos with a hand. “He kind of put one and one together. Asked me about it when I woke up. Not directly, though.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow at TK, intrigued about that conversation between father and son.

TK playfully rolls his eyes. “So, he’s been seeing this Psychology professor, head of the department actually and he didn’t mention anything before. And she was at the hospital with him when I woke up. Later I ask how long he’s been seeing her, and he said he’ll tell me when I tell him how long I’ve been seeing the cop. His words.”

Carlos winces slightly, but still a slight blush colors his cheeks. “Yeah, that’s on me. I stopped by after you were out of the surgery.” With tear-stained cheeks goes unsaid.

TK nods. “Yeah, dad mentioned. That’s how he connected the dots.”

“I’m sorry if that made it uncomfortable or anything, or if you weren’t ready for your dad to know about…I just wanted to see you. I was getting updates from Paul but it wasn’t the same,” Carlos confesses.

“No, no,” TK shakes his head. “Not at all. I get it, don’t worry about that. I…wanted you there.”

“I was just…really glad to hear your voice when you called,” Carlos expresses, his voice gentle.

TK gives him a small smile. He had called Carlos after he woke up, and the cop’s heart had soared and the fear lifted upon hearing his name tumble out of TK’s mouth once again. Perhaps his favorite time TK had said his name since they’ve known each other. Carlos stopped by the house once TK was settled in, and now is the second time they’re seeing each other since TK was sent home.

They don’t bring up their relationship status or what they are, both sensing that the other is tired and drained and it’s not really the time or place for said conversation. TK knows they’ll eventually have to talk about it, but for now, he’s satisfied just being close to Carlos. They can deal with the rest later.

“You can sleep, I don’t want to keep you up,” TK speaks. “I’ll probably be up for a while.”

Carlos shakes his head. “I’ll stay up with you. I don’t need to be up early, I have tomorrow off.”

TK gives him a grateful smile in response, happy for the company as they slip into comfortable silence.

It’s Carlos who breaks the quiet. He lifts his arm for TK while moving closer to the firefighter.

“Come here,” Carlos murmurs, an invitation which TK accepts.

TK gets closer to Carlos, and careful about his stitches, glues his side to Carlos’s. He rests his head against Carlos’s shoulder and Carlos wraps an arm around TK’s. Carlos runs his hand up and down TK’s arm, to help sooth and relax the injured man.

“So, there’s something I’ve been thinking about,” TK begins. “Since I got home. My insomnia is definitely related to what happened, falling into the pattern of it getting worse with stressful situations. I can’t remember a thing from getting shot, no nightmares or anything but I keep thinking about the kid.”

Carlos tightens his hold on TK, more instinctively than anything else. And TK’s words take him back to that night.

Carlos could immediately tell it was Judd speaking, his words echoing through the radio, the Texan firefighter’s usually steady tone laced with panic as he reported, dispatch, we have shots fired, firefighter down, I repeat firefighter down…and Carlos will never forget how his heart dropped into his stomach, his gut twisting and turning and there was no way he’d know who was down from the team, not yet, but it’s almost like he sensed it. Like he felt it. He had already driven away from the house and it took every ounce of his control to not take the first u-turn and race towards the hospital.

And when his phone had continuously vibrated in his pocket, Carlos’s heart sped up in his chest, fearing that his gut was right. The caller ID was all the confirmation he needed.

“Is he okay? He’s not…” Carlos had wasted no time after answering Paul’s call, trailing off, not even daring to utter the last word in his thought process. Because if TK was okay, he’d be the one calling him or would have sent him a text.

TK’s voice seeps into his ears and brings him back to the present, Carlos’s grasp on the younger man never faltering or loosening. He knows they both need it.

“That poor kid,” TK continues. “I can’t even imagine what he’s going through. I can’t even remember and I’m struggling with it, how heavy this must be for a little boy…”

Carlos leans in, closing the distance between them by brushing a kiss to TK’s temple. He then drops his head a little, touching his forehead to where he planted the kiss. TK leans into Carlos a little more, as much as he can without pulling at his stitches.

“I want to go see him, the kid,” TK reveals. “I think it’s going to help him, to see that I’m okay and to know that I don’t blame him.”

Carlos pulls back to watch TK, and he notices how his green eyes are glassy with unshed tears.

“That’s very thoughtful and kind, TK,” Carlos softly speaks. “I think you should, too. And I also think it’s going to help you, as well.”

TK turns to face Carlos.

“You’re healing from something you don’t remember happening,” Carlos says. “That in itself is taking a toll on you, it’s tough to deal with. But I think seeing that boy is going to help you come to terms with what happened. I think it’s going to make that weight sitting on your shoulders lighter.”

TK draws in a deep breath at Carlos’s declaration, letting his words sink in and just then realizing how much he needed to hear them.

Without a word, TK cuddles closer to Carlos, resting his head above the officer’s heart and draping an arm over his waist. He closes his eyes, taking even breaths guided by Carlos’s steady heartbeat.

“Do you think it will come back to me? That I’ll remember it?” TK asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe,” Carlos replies. “Only time will tell.”

“I don’t want to feel this pain again if I do remember it one day,” TK swallows against his throat.

“I can’t promise that you won’t feel the pain,” Carlos admits with sadness coating his voice. “But I can promise that I’ll be right here for you. You’re not alone, TK.”

TK sniffs, a tear rolling down his cheek.

He wants to stay here and not move, engulfed in Carlos’s arms, his touch, his scent. In Carlos’s safety. In his heart.

He hears Carlos’s voice from above.

“Get some rest, TK.”

And contradictory to his earlier statement, TK is already drifting off, his mind calm and heartbeat even. He finally feels at peace.

The kiss Carlos presses to the top of his head is the last thing TK feels before falling asleep.

And for the first time since he was discharged from the hospital, TK sleeps through the night.

[masteroftheprompts]

30 cozy inspired prompts for November. Feel free to use them in order, or combine them, it’s entirely up to you. For writers and artists. Tag it with #30daysofcozy

crisp air

memories

camping

rainy 

shiver

star gazing

flannel

early sunsets

cozy

shooting stars

gloomy

cuddling

cabin

blanket

hugs

sleeping in

fireplace

steaming mugs

wind

safe place

moonlight

late night talk

whispering

slow dance

fatigue

heartbeat

grey sky

smoke

apple cider

lantern

[buckleys-diaz]

—You must have missed the part where they made me the captain of the 126.

—Michelle Blake, Paramedic Captain. And this scene is medical, so I run the call.

a @911giftexchange​ for @sneetchestoo, happy holidays, bee ♡

[dawntainbobbynash]

i could've sworn the Judd/Owen conversation was going to be tonight because wasn't Owen wearing that jacket/shirt combo when he talked to Mateo in the gym in the shot with Judd as well? or maybe I'm just crazy, Owen does tend to wear the same things. I just hope it doesn't mean even more issues for Grace and that it can be a positive conversation if it comes later!

It could be the same shirt - the gym shirt looks grey while the promo shirt looks more green, but that could be the lighting. What’s really getting me is that Judd’s promo shirt doesn’t look like anything he wore in the ep - it could be his uniform, but to me at least it looks more like one of his everyday shirts. Plus the scene is at Owen’s place, and Judd was only there tonight for the intervention, where they were definitely not wearing these shirts. Also, now that I think about it, the gym scene was at night while the promo scene is clearly during the day. So either it’s an entirely deleted scene, or it’s coming up in a later ep

And I HOPE it’s more positive than it seems, but idk, their tones and expressions, combined with the fact that in an ep or two (or three?? Idk how far ahead they’d filmed when this dropped) she’ll still be struggling enough for Judd to be at Owen’s place in their free time bringing it up... it feels like more issues to me and I am Concerned

[reyesstrand]

I don't even have words... Buttercup making his first official season 2 appearance was the best part. also... Buster got a home. and Carlos wears dad socks

i was already crying so hard through the montage then they showed buster???? like???? rude??? 🥺🥺🥺 and askdnskn i really would die for carlos reyes—like i’ve known that for a long time but tonight just solidified that even more