#mtnofgrace

Lucy tossed back another shot of tequila, downing the alcohol in one swallow before flipping the glass over onto the counter. At least it didn't burn anymore.

"Is this over your break-up with Chris?" Angela leaned against the bartop. It was supposed to be a fun night. A girls night. But two beers rolled over into two shots and then two shots turned into four. She thinks this was number five.

"No." She giggled. "I'm the one who broke up with Chris. I told him I wanted his playbook and he got all defensive."

She didn't care about Chris. Not in that way, not anymore.

"You wanted his playbook?" Lucy could hear the questioning tone. Angela was just as confused as Lucy had been when Tim first helped her with the idea.

She could feel her eyes watering as a sadness washed over her. She hated that emotional stage of being drunk that tequila had always seemed to make her. Quickly, she motioned towards the bartender for another shot. At least the alcohol gave her an excuse to freely cry.

Angela tapped on Lucy's arm, garnering the other woman's attention. "Is this about you and Tim?"

"Tim and I..." Her words faltered as she humorlessly let out a laugh. "There is no Tim and I. Not anymore."

Promotions were great, until they bit you in the ass with a harsh dose of reality.

"This is a huge opportunity, Tim. You shouldn't turn it down just because-"

"Because of what?"

"Because of us."

"Is there an us?"

"There could have been. But now... I don't want to be what holds you back."

Angela looked at her solemnly. She didn't want the pity. What she wanted, Lucy couldn't have. "But there was?"

Lucy stared at the glass as the bartender filled it just below the brim. She knows Angela told the person filling her glass to make it water. Just like she knows Angela sent off a text to Tim. What about, Lucy didn't know, she didn't care.

"But there was?" The question played like a broken record.

mtnofgrace -> gracespicybradshaw

thanks Lauren!

for your prompt: TK made the wise decision that when you propose to your boyfriend you make sure one of your firefam siblings is armed with a polaroid camera <3

Grace wakes up to screaming. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy!”

She’s out of bed so quickly that she stumbles, Judd right behind her, to get to TK’s room. They’re not sure if he’s calling for them or his biological parents, but what matters is that he’s in distress and needs them. Judd grabs the weighted blanket off the foot of the bed on their way. She’s grateful, because she couldn’t carry the weight of it herself, and it’s one of the few ways to calm down a viciously upset TK. 

They burst into his room and she sees TK sitting up in bed, face tear stained and eyes red. Her poor baby. He makes grabby hands for her immediately and cries, “Mommy!” Her heart breaks and Grace joins him on the bed. He climbs into her lap and sobs against her shoulder. Judd drapes the weighted blanket over the two of them and sits beside her. 

“I’m here, baby,” she whispers, rocking the both of them slightly to try and soothe him. He has nightmares more often than he doesn’t, usually about his father leaving or his mother dying, but this is the first time he’s called for them verbally- and the first time he’s called them mom and dad. Her heart is aching for him for so many reasons, none of which she vocalizes. Instead she just holds him tight. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“We won’t,” Judd promises, placing one of his large hands on TK’s frail shoulder. “You’re stuck with me and mom, we’re not leaving you.”

I cannot wait for you to do the screen times this week but I just had to say.... I'm throwing my money on Carlos definitely being in the top 3 and I'd 3ven go so far as to say he stole the top spot this week 😍😍😍🙏🏻 anyways just wanted to share before you started calculating 😘 - @mtnofgrace

your screen time post is gunna be SO sexy this week i’m so excited - anon

Usually I’m dreading when you post the character screentime ONLY because I know we are going to be saddened by how little Rafa/Carlos has but after last night...now I can’t wait for you to post it! 😂 - anon

happy holidays to @mtnofgrace - this is my 9-1-1 gift exchange gift to you! i hope you like it!!! it is smut, so please be aware of that!!! kinks under the cut, along with a small excerpt from the fic itself!

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I have the final chapter going lol. Here is a preview:

TK’s knee hurt. He could feel the blood on it, slipping down his calf. He limped as they walked down the hall. He didn’t know what floor they were on. They had gotten in the elevator and the boy—Carlos—had hit the button. He kept his arm around TK, helping him to stay up and walk with the injuries. He let Carlos lead. He knew he should have gone back to his own room, faced his dad. 

But…

He wanted to stay with the boy. 

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. 

“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. He seemed so sweet. He kept smiling at TK as he pulled out a keycard from his pocket and used it. He knocked on the door as they entered, to alert his mom to their arrival. 

“Mijo?” Elena called from her spot on the bed. TK slunk in beside Carlos, trying to slip behind the boy as his mother came into view. She gave them a confused look, obviously shocked at the presence of a second child with her own. “Que pasa?” She stood and walked toward them. TK fully slipped behind Carlos, nervous at how she would react to him and his injuries. 

“Hey mami. This is Tyler. I found his Donald Duck! And when I found him…he was hurt.” Carlos gave him a sad look before turning back to his mom. “Can you help him? Please, mami?”

She softened at that; she stood from her spot on the bed and crossed the hotel room. “What happened cariño?” 

TK looked up at her, noting how kind and welcoming she seemed. Carlos had reached around and squeezed his shoulder as his mom kept talking. TK knew he probably shouldn’t be so trusting of strangers…but these people were kinder than half the folks back home that he had encountered.