#adrianintown

Carlos can barely concentrate on the road as he looks over at TK in the passenger seat.

He didn’t think that Owen would let him take TK home from the hospital, but he’d clearly taken pity on them wanting some alone time, so he reluctantly agreed.

But now Carlos is regretting that decision, because TK looks good.

Not that he hasn’t seen TK in jeans and a short sleeve button down before, but the stubble on his jaw is new. And damn if the beard isn’t doing it for him.

TK’s also biting his bottom lip, something he definitely does naked, and Carlos is only human.

“Stop biting that fucking lip.” Carlos breathes out after TK throws him a wink.

“Why Officer, is it distracting?” TK practically purrs and Carlos groans.

“Tyler.”

TK laughs and Carlos is about to say something else when they look up at a loud bus crash right in front of them. They look at each other, flirting forgotten as they jump out of the car to help.

TK turns and Carlos almost runs into him as TK grabs his face and kisses him hard and fast before pulling away.

“Later.” TK promises.

@gra-sonas what can I say? ����‍♀️ It was more criticism and backhanded comments from Maria about Michael’s alcohol abuse and lifestyle. I understand she’s scared and hurting for her mom, but this isn’t a new pattern. I just don’t see where all this “love” allegedly is. Seems like she really sees Michael as the promiscuous drunk she endlessly points out and very little else. (Main of aliencowboyswagger)

Oh man, she insulted him again? :/

I’ll forever mourn the wasted opportunity to let them become just friends (no benefits). Michael could definitely use a friend he doesn’t sleep with, and she could use a reliable friend in her time of need.

Instead they opted for... I don’t even know what they opted. for. It didn’t work for me in S1 (before the finale), and after finale it was clear it would never work for me. I won’t watch any of their scenes, as I find them upsetting, but every time I hear about them (even from people who’re willing to tolerate them) the lack of chemistry is mentioned, and then they get super cringe-y lines like ‘my hopeful heart’?

Who in real life says that? Like EVER???

Forgive me, I’m probably going to word this awfully, but here we go...

エイドリアン・イン・タウン　｜　エイリアン・カウボーイ・スワッガー

互いをわからない（まだ！）しかし、すごそうです。あなたはアレックス・メインズとタイラー・ブラックバーンが大好きでもっとメインズの家族を身につけりたいです。私も！

YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE. 😍

God I’ve missed them. The Next Season can’t come soon enough. And Lol we went from “rapid fire headcanon” to me giving you a mini-drabble. 

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“You’re being a fuck-head about this.”

Deran hardly spares Adrian more than a cool glance and instead, pointedly takes a sip of beer and continues down his inventory list for the bar. 

Adrian breathes out slowly through his nose, “Deran.” And then again when there is no response “Deran.”

“Jesus Christ, I hear you.” Deran points the pen he’d been using to mark up his list threateningly, “I’m busy, man. I don’t even have time to take care of myself and the bar, let alone a kid who doesn’t even like me.”

Adrian rolls his eyes, ignoring Deran’s half-hearted swats when he goes to brush Deran’s hair back from his face. It had gotten long again; long and thick and ocean tangled from their jaunt into the waves earlier this morning. Adrian flicks Deran in the temple when he grumbles, but he eventually stills and relaxes into the gentle petting. 

For someone who lacked gentle all through his life, if you prod him into it enough, Deran Cody takes to gentle like a puppy.  

“Sebastian loves you and it’s only for like– three hours maximum. Come on, Jess and I need to take care of some stuff with my Dad and Seb can’t be alone for that long.”

“The kid glared at me for an hour last time he was here.”

“Well you took a beer bottle away from him and he’s four,” Adrian grins and leans down to kiss his neck, “You were being responsible. It was–”

“If you say hot, I’ll shoot you.” And then Deran must have gotten an idea, something like speaking of shooting you want to leave a toddler in the hands of a hardened career criminal?

But Adrian was quick to nip that one in the bud.

“Do it for me,” Adrian says, “Come on. I’ll… make it up to you.”

Deran leaned back from Adrian’s hands and peered suspiciously up into calm grey eyes, “You already said I would, didn’t you?”

“Break out the Sesame Street, babe.”

Michael hates his birthday, partly because he has to share it and partly because he knows it’s not his real birthday.

He expresses as much to Alex and ever since, Alex has made it his mission to not only help Michael find out when his birthday really is but to help him celebrate the day on his license.

During the ‘lost decade’ (before Alex really knew why Michael hated his birthday) it was a text or a call to say happy birthday. Sometimes Alex would be on leave during it. Sometimes he would send a gift (Michael keeps them in the same box that he keeps all of Alex’s old dog tags).

One memorable time was Michael’s 21st and Alex sang karaoke and then they didn’t leave the hotel until Alex had to go back to base.

Q. One missed call - thanks for the ask love!

Michael walks back to his seat at the bar and before he sits down Maria is shoving his phone in his face.

“What?”

“It was ringing. Like crazy.” Maria says as she hands him his phone. “You know. I didn’t even know you knew how to use that thing.”

“It was ringing? Shit.” Michael unlocks his phone and sure enough he has ten missed calls. Five from numbers he doesn’t know and five from a number he’s intimately familiar with.

“Relax Guerin. It’s just one missed call.”

“It’s not just one. I gotta go.” Michael grabs his black cowboy hat. “Can I settle this later?”

“Yeah. Whatever. Come back with money.” Maria waves him away with the towel on her shoulder and he doesn’t have to be told twice.

He’s outside and in his truck before he hits dial, Alex picking up on the first ring.

“Michael.” Alex breathes into the phone and Michael releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He’s okay. If he’s picking up the phone, he’s okay.

“Alex.” Michael says as he starts his truck and heads towards his airstream. He’s not sure what happened or why Alex is calling but just hearing Alex’s choked up sob is enough to have him pulling over and trying not to be sick.

“Where are you, sweetheart?”

“In D.C.” Alex whispers. Okay, D.C. is good.

It means he’s in the hospital and injured. It also means that he was well enough to transport from Iraq. That’s good. He’s okay.

He keeps up the mantra as he responds to Alex.

“I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Michael.”

“Tomorrow Alex.”

“I love you.” Alex whispers and Michael knows Alex must be on the good drugs, because Alex never freely says that over the phone.

“I love you, too.”