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Well I did it! Feral Leo newly rescued from years in the prison dimension while no time has passed for the others.

That was fun….

I guess this makes Leo the oldest now?

painting war! 💖💜💙🧡✨

this piece is available as a wallpaper on my ko-fi! will soon be available as a print, too, but it’s taking a bit to set up. hope y’all like it 😄

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Carlos prides himself in being calm and always put together, he doesn’t let anything unnerve him, if he did he’d be very shitty at his job. Nothing rattles him, until he was sitting in Owen Strands office.

As he sits and waits for the older man to finish up a phone call, he looks around the big opened space, feeling too exposed and too open. The small framed picture of TK and Buttercup on the desk his heart at ease.

“Sorry, was the chief, there’s a crap ton of paperwork to do from the office building fire last Monday” Owen took his seat across from Carlos.

“It’s okay sir” Carlos offers a polite smile “we’ve still be investigating the man that set the fire off” and before Carlos can veer the conversation where he needed it to be. Owen went off on a tangent about useless paper work and to quote ‘vengeful assholes’

“-wait but that’s not what you’re here for? Is it?” Owen dropped the fire talk and focused his attention to Carlos.

Carlos and Owen had a pretty good relationship. For the two and a half years that he’d been dating TK, Owen had become a father too him. They often spent time together at the farmers market and sometimes made dinner for each other. Carlos would sometimes even went golfing with Owen. But sitting in front of him now, it was if they were meeting again for the first time.

“There’s something I’d like to ask” Carlos took a deep breath to calm the rapid beating of his heart.

“Okay”

“Sir” Carlos started and stopped, no words seems to be the right words and Owens stare does nothing to help. Again he looked to the picture of his boyfriend to stead him. “Sir, I’ve been thinking about my future. I’ve been offered a promotion at work”

“I heard about, congratulations”

“Thank you, as you know as well I’ve been looking to buying a house, and I’ve been thinking about the next steps of settling down” Carlos nervously reached for the little box that was sitting his pocket.

“Settling down as in?” Owen asked as he watched as Carlos set the box of the table “proposing?”

“Sir, when I think of my future, TK is standing by my side every step of the way. I can’t picture my life without him”

“I know my son feels that way too, he loves you”

“I love him too and I know he’s been hurt so badly in the past I didn’t want to make this a rush decision”

Owen nodded “Alex did reck for long time but you’re not like that” TK had told Carlos multiple times that he’s only boyfriend that Owen likes which made him beyond special.

“That’s why I’m here sir, you’ve seen TK at his best and his worst and I want to ask your permission ask him to marry me, to take the next step and every other step in my life with him by side”

Claimed by Red💋 I loved this prompt, I hope you guys enjoy it too!

The Case of the Red Hoodie

Carlos swears he had put his red hoodie in the chest after he’d worn it two days prior. He was a little chilly and knew with the rainy day that he was going to have a chill he couldn’t warm up and all he wanted was his favorite hoodie. It was an APD sweatshirt from his days of training, well worn. It fit his body like a second skin and comforted him. It reminded him that he made it. 

Carlos glanced at his digital clock, sighing as he saw the time. He didn’t have time to turn the house upside down to find his hoodie. He had to pick up TK in fifteen minutes from work. Carlos frowned, looking at his new APD hoodie and pulling it on. It was a little bigger than his red one and was not as comforting. He’d have to ask TK if he’d seen the hoodie when he picked him up. 

Carlos spent the ride to the firehouse thinking about all of the places he could have put the hoodie. He could have sworn he’d put it back in the chest where he always put it…maybe in a sleep haze he’d put it somewhere else? Pulling up to the firehouse, he pulled the hood of his hoodie up and dashed through the rain to get to the bay doors. 

“Do you remember when we met?” Carlos starts, and though confused by the change in conversation, TK nods.

“You called dibs on being my friend,” he chuckles at the memory.

*

TK and Carlos have been best friends since they were kids. An incident at work shows them they are so much more than that, and always have been.

For @insidious-intent, happy birthday my love!! 😘

“Are you going to stare at your phone all night?”

TK looks up at the question; warmth settles at his side as Carlos comes back from the bar and slides in next to him in the booth, across from them, Paul and Marjan roll their eyes in agreement to Carlos’ question. He might’ve been ignoring them to be on his phone, while Carlos went for a round of drinks.

“I’m sorry,” he says to his new teammates, Paul and Marjan, who recently joined the 126. The whole point of tonight was to make them feel welcomed, not ignore them. The rest of their team is around the bar, some dancing, some getting more drinks. “Family stuff,” he excuses himself before looking at Carlos with a raised eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t have to be on my phone if you just answered your mom and your sisters in the group chat,” he tells him, taking the water Carlos places in front of him before passing another to Marjan and a beer for Paul.

“They have been at it all afternoon,” Carlos all but whines. “I finally had to mute it.”

“And once you muted it, who do you think they started messaging?” he questions dryly, smirking when Carlos lets out a groan. “Exactly, sweetheart. So now I have to deal with them, thanks for that, by the way.”

“Your fault for being in a private group chat with them,” Carlos reminds him with the usual pissy attitude he gets when reminded there is a chat between the women in his life and him he’s not allowed to be a part of.

“You and his sisters are part of your own group chat?” Marjan questions with an arched eyebrow, sharing a pointed look with Paul.

TK nods even though he’s not sure what the look is about; he turns his phone in her direction. “I named it TK and the queens,’” he answers, grinning when Carlos snorts.

“Always sucking up to those terrors,” Carlos grumbles, and TK would maybe believe him if he didn’t know his friend since they were eight and nine, and knows how much Carlos adores his family.

tk: carlos! EMERGENCY

carlos: what happened? are you alright? is everyone safe?

tk: everyone’s fine, just. where can i keep a goat i impulsively bought?

carlos: are you serious? you’re joking right?

tk: [sends picture of him and a goat]