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Currently untitled Tarlos fic
TK stepped out of their bedroom, refreshed from his after-work shower, washing the heat and sweat from the Austin heat wave from his body. He spotted Carlos laying on the couch in only a pair of shorts, instantly causing TK to stop in his tracks, smiling when he saw that his fiancé was reading yet another wedding planning magazine. “What are you reading?”
Carlos looks at TK over the top of the magazine, “An article about the merits of abstaining from sex until the wedding night.”
TK couldn’t help the snorting sound that came from him as he thought about the two of them choosing to go without sex until their wedding night, they rarely went more than twenty-four hours, and that was when their shifts didn’t match up. “That sounds like a terrible idea.”
Carlos rolled his eyes before replying “Of course you would say that. You barely lasted fifteen minutes before dragging me to the men’s room.”
TK thought that the tone in his beloved fiancé’s voice was a little too cocky, “And you were any better? I recall you begging me to put your cock in my mouth just as soon as the stall door had closed.” TK didn’t miss the way Carlos’ breath hitched, or the way his eyes fluttered closed at the memory. “That’s what I thought Babe.” TK told him as he walked the last few steps to Carlos, taking the magazine from his hands before straddling his waist. Carlos wrapped his arms around TK, pulling him close for a kiss
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new banner featuring our fave sleepy lil guy
thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @strandnreyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad 💗
“I’m glad I was your friend before I was anything more, that made it easier to fall more in love with you– the real you, the person everyone else doesn’t get to see,” he admits.
“But knowing I could never act on my feelings– that’s what hurt, that’s why I pushed you away. I knew I couldn’t survive with just these little pieces of you anymore, I wanted to have it all or nothing.”
TK gasps, much louder than either of them were anticipating as it slips from his mouth in surprise.
“You love me?” he asks, almost in disbelief.
“TK,” he starts to say, before he’s interrupted again.
“You love me,” he repeats, as if trying to commit the accidental confession to memory.
Carlos watches as the edges of TK’s mouth pinch into a grin so wide it’s almost blinding.
His hand reaches out for Carlos’ and he slides their palms together in one smooth action, squeezes it tightly between his own.
“Say it again,” he requests, “please Carlos.”
Carlos mouth forms into a grin that matches his.
“I love you– I’m in love with you, Tyler Kennedy Strand,” he confesses, sure and true.
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Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland 💖 doing this early while it’s actually Sunday for us as well this week. Here’s more than seven sentences from a s1 canon divergence Tarlos fic:
“You gonna show me how?”
“You think I know how?” Carlos challenges, angling himself to face TK.
“You’re a Texan boy and I’ve seen the way you swing those hips when you strut around at work.” He bites the corner of his lip as he smirks and doesn’t miss the way Carlos’ eyes drop to look at his mouth.
“I don’t strut,” Carlos says quickly. “And the utility belt is heavy.”
“Mmm, you tell yourself that.”
“You wanna dance or are you just here to mock me?”
“Por que no los dos?” TK asks in what he hopes is a passable Spanish accent. He knows a little from high school and on the job.
Carlos bursts out laughing. “C’mon then, show me what you’ve got, Strand.”
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Me and @mooshkat are happy to announced:
Our co written assassin enemies to lovers AU, set in the world of John Wick, is ready.
Chapter one Chapter six Chapter eleven
Chapter two Chapter seven Chapter twelve
Chapter three Chapter eight Chapter 13
Chapter four Chapter nine Chapter 14
Chapter five Chapter ten Chapter 15
The Epilogue
#cee speaks#moosh💙#writing#911 lonestar#tarlos#carlos reyes#tk strand#wip#au: the world of John Wick#enemies to lovers#tarlos: enemies to lover#911 ls#911 ls fic#911 lonestar fic#co wrote with my lovely Moosh who I am SO GRATEFUL for.#🐝🔪 fiigd itywm#fiigditywm#violence in chapter 3 please be careful
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thank you for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses @nancygillianmvp @sznofthesticks @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom <33 here’s a little bit of the last and final chapter of so good right now!
TK smiles at his reflection in the mirror as he buttons up his work shirt for the day. He scrapes a nail over a mark Carlos left just below his collarbone, letting out a breath at the sensation, then presses harder as he remembers the feeling of Carlos’ lips all over his body.
God, he misses him. It’s been a grand total of two days, less than, since he’s seen Carlos, but he misses him, misses the way he makes him feel, misses the soft way Carlos kisses him with everything he’s got. He just misses being around him, really, but within the next thirty minutes, they’ll be together again.
TK can’t wait.
For now, he finishes buttoning up his shirt, somewhat disappointed that he had to cover his new mark—which is a turnout, really; he’s been grateful to be covering his scar for so long, but now Carlos has kissed over the skin there, he finds he doesn’t want to as much—and grabs his tie from where it’s hanging on the doorknob.
A few minutes later, he’s padding out of his room, far earlier than he would normally on a Monday morning, even since Carlos, and heads downstairs.
is this the calm before the storm? oh, i wouldn’t know
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WIP Wednesday
Doing this early because it's -3 degrees out and I literally said "oh that's the warmest morning this week!"
This is from the upcoming chapter in my TK's growing up years fic - 💝
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“You hear that?” Sophie asked. “I think someone’s at the door”. TK sat up on his bed. He heard it; someone was knocking at the door. “You think it’s Mom?” Sophie asked.
“She usually uses the intercom,” TK said, shaking his head. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was just a little after eight thirty. “Plus, Dad said she’d be here at nine. She’ll probably be early, but… not this early”.
“She has to lecture both kids,” his sister pointed out. “She might want to be early for that”.
“True,” TK nodded. He rolled off the bed and poked his head out. The bathroom door was closed; his dad was still in the shower. “I’ll check the door,” he told his sister.
“Dad said to stay in our room until Mom gets here,” Sophie reminded him.
“Well, he should have thought of that before he went to shower,” TK called back. Plus, he thought to himself, after last night, he couldn’t imagine he could possibly get in more trouble from just answering the door.
At least, not until he saw who was at the door.
“Hunter!” TK exclaimed. He glanced behind him quick; bathroom door was still closed. He turned back and said without thinking, “Am I dreaming?” To check, he reached out and took Hunter’s hand. Even though he had last seen Hunter nine hours ago, he had painted his nails since then.
“Yes, yes you are,” Hunter joked, his eyes twinkling. “I was dreaming that someone very cute on the seventh floor was stealing all of my hoodies and I had to invade your dream to get them back”.
TK looked down at his chest; he did still have Hunter’s Fall Out Boy hoodie on. “Well, that’s your own fault,” TK giggled. “You’ve been to way more concerts than I have”.
“Well, I’ve been telling you we should fix that,” Hunter smiled so TK could see the barbell in his tongue. “But,” Hunter said, interlocking his fingers with TK’s, “after I got back downstairs last night, I texted you. And then I did again when I got up. I wondered if your dad took your phone”.
“He did”. TK sighed. With how pissed his dad was last night, TK wouldn’t be surprised if his dad had put his phone down the garbage disposal.
“And I wanted to see you,” Hunter told him. TK blushed at that; he couldn’t help it. “And I knew your mom would be by early,” Hunter added. “And stopping by when you’re over there might be more… dangerous”.
“Yeah, it would be”. TK nodded. “Still,” he added, “coming up here is hardly safer after last night”. He smiled at his boyfriend. “You’re very brave”.
“Not the word I’d use, kiddo,” a sharp voice came from behind TK. TK turned and saw the bathroom door had opened and his dad was standing there, not looking too pleased.
“Hi, Dad!” TK said brightly. He dropped Hunter’s hand. “Hunter was just—”
“Leaving?” Owen finished, taking a step closer. “Cause that’s really the only thing Hunter should be doing. And TK should be going back to his room".
“Dad,” TK said, “can we talk for just a minute? Please?” He rocked back and forth on his heels.
Owen sighed. “Okay. One minute”. He leaned back against the kitchen table, crossing his arms.
“Are you… going to stand there the whole time?” TK asked, even though he knew the answer.
“Yep”. His dad nodded. “You’ve got fifty four seconds now, by the way”. As TK turned back around, Hunter reached for his hand again. Now TK felt pressure to come up with something really good to say.
“Oh”. He thought of something. “I think my mom called your mom and left her a message about last night”.
“She did,” Owen said from behind TK.
“Did she say anything to you?” TK asked.
“She’s not up yet”. Hunter shook his head. “So we’ll see. She should be cool about it, though”.
Behind him, TK heard his dad muttering, “Well, teenagers unsupervised with drugs, who wouldn’t be cool about that?”
“Dad,” TK whined. He looked back at Hunter. “Thank you for coming up here,” he said. “I know we probably won’t be able to hang out for a bit, and—”
“The words ‘probably’ and ‘a bit’ really don’t belong in that sentence, bud,” Owen interjected, putting a hand on TK’s shoulder. “Time’s up”. He looked tiredly at his son’s boyfriend. “Hunter, I can’t make you go home, but I’m only going to ask you once to get the hell out of my doorway”.
“Dad!” TK squeaked indignantly as Owen slowly pushed him back. He looked at Hunter one more time; he hadn’t moved. “I’m sorry, he—”
“It’s okay”. Hunter said. “We’ll talk. Hold on to my hoodie for me?”
Despite everything, TK, blushed. “Yeah. I can do that”.
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WIP Wednesday
from the still unnamed Carlos and his sisters fic. taking the open tag from @heartstringsduet (hope it was actually open and I've not just read what I wanted to)
“Luisa and I have been talking–”
“Of course you have.”
“Pequeño, you know we–” Ana cut herself off abruptly. “We have been talking about trying to find a night when all three of us are free so we can come to see your new home and maybe try out one of those trendy restaurants you were so excited to tell us about when you first found it? We could drop the kids off with their abues for a sleepover then me and Jer, you and TK, and Luisa and Martín can all get dressed up. Go out to eat, maybe take your gringo salsa dancing?”
Carlos’ laughter surprised him because he had been seconds away from crying. TK had been roped into dancing with both of his sisters at a few of Tía Lucy’s Sunday gatherings, not that he took much convincing. His lack of rhythm had been endearing enough, but still neither of them minded when Carlos finally pulled him away and into their own careful sway. Teaching TK how to dance, how to follow Carlos's dancing had been on a long mental list of things he’d been excited to do together.
“I would like that.” It was honest enough. He would like that, he would love that, getting to see the love of his life fit in seamlessly with his family. Have his sisters make an effort to bring TK into the fold of their inside jokes and embarrassing stories, just as he had for Jeremy and Martín. He regretted not reaching out to them sooner so he would at least have those memories to hold onto now that TK was gone.
“But only when TK is better!” Ana responded, a smile and excitement clear in her voice.
I’m tagging anyone who sees this! Pls I need friends in this fandom 🫶🏻
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tag @heartstringsduet
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Carlos falls in step alongside TK on the trail. They’ve only been hiking for a mile, but TK has already managed to trip over a tree root. Carlos had caught him by the arm, saving him from face planting on the trail. And maybe from bruising his ego a little too.
The trail had started as a moderate climb through a second-growth forest; it opens now into a wide-open meadow. The sun has risen in the sky since they’d started out, a lazy yolk hovering over the horizon. Wildflowers paint the meadow; cotton candy pale blues of Texas bluebonnets, magentas and soft pinks and fiery yellow daisies. They traverse the meadow, taking their time to luxuriate amongst the swatches of flowers. Stopping to examine a cluster of soft pink flowers, five fuzzy petals adorned by a dark red kiss around the pistil. TK is tempted to pick some, insisting they’d look so pretty in a vase in the living room. Carlos, ever the rule follower, insists that they ‘leave nature in nature, TK.’
On the other side of the meadow they follow the trail into the forest, dappled sunlight seeps through the branches of old growth pine and wide oak leaves. The trail is well worn, packed from boots of thousands of hikers past. Carlos keeps an eye out for more exposed tree roots as TK admires the lush forest floor, covered in leafy green vegetation, boulders blanketed in ball moss, decaying logs of long-ago fallen trees. They’re accompanied by a boisterous chorus of birdsong; shrill whistles and sweet tweets, a call and response from across the forest canopy.
They’ve seen deer, fluffy squirrels and even an owl so far. As a family of quail crosses the trail, walking in a single-file line, pointy heads bobbing in sync, TK grabs Carlos’s forearm and squeaks, “ohmigod they are so cute, look at their little heads!”
Carlos is worried TK is a little too eager to immerse himself in nature, “Don’t even think about trying to take one home.”
“But, babe,” TK says, dragging out the ‘a’ sound. “I worry Lou Two is going to get lonely, he needs a friend. Maybe we should get him an emotional support bird.”
“We’re not getting a pet for our pet, TK.”
“Aww, babe, you said our pet, he’s growing on you.”
“It’s like you learned nothing the last time you took a wild animal home,” Carlos says.
After a beat he adds, “I’m checking your pockets for lizards when we get back to the car.”
TK bursts into a belly laugh. Stopping in his tracks so he can lean over and rest a hand on his knee. His eyes are closed and he is beaming, smile bright and dazzling.
“What’s so funny?” Carlos can’t help from smiling, he always feels a spark of pride when he's made TK laugh. Those butterflies in his stomach never quite having gone away.
“I’m just picturing you giving me a strip search in the parking lot,” TK says through another fit of giggles.
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Tagging @chicgeekgirl89, @carlos-in-glasses & @lightningboltreader
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Work in Progress Wednesday
Okay so this is to make up for all the WIP Wednesdays and Seven Sentence Saturdays etc that I have been tagged in but missed/haven't had the time to post about, so thank you to the numerous people who tagged me in those.
Here is an absolutely crazy scene from my upcoming Take My Breath Away Tarlos fighter pilots AU. @chaotictarlos got a sneak preview of this a while ago and they can hype you up even more.
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The next few moments passed by incredibly fast, almost without enough time for anyone to react. Out of the corner of the screen showing the feed from TK’s cockpit came a big black blur whipping across the screen, and Carlos knew instantly there was something wrong. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the feed jerked to the side as the audio feed started broadcasting high pitched warning signs.
“Oh shit,” Marjan said, her hands flying to her mouth.
“Birdstrike!” TK’s voice came over the feed, still calm but with what sounded like an edge of panic. “Losing power!”
The plane started to fall away, its altitude alerts becoming more and more prominent as the F-18 sped toward the ground, seemingly out of control.
“Altitude dropping. Controls lost.”
Carlos could feel his heart practically stopping as he watched the scene unfold. Fuck. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be some kind of mistake. The silence in the room was no longer rife with tension and excitement, but horror and dread, as the Hornet dropped ten thousand feet in a matter of seconds.
Carlos felt like he was watching his worst nightmare, but at the same time, he couldn’t look away. He was helpless to do anything, and he felt his gut twist around on itself so many times that he wanted to vomit. He kept replaying their last conversation in his mind, wishing that they could’ve left it differently. He remembered the night on the beach, that time they stared into each other's eyes as they laid in bed. He tried to remember the little things about TK, before everything between them fell to shit.
“Lieutenant Strand!” Judd’s voice came over the feed, shocking Carlos out of his thoughts. “You need to eject immediately!” Carlos knew that moment was coming. Pulling the ejection lever at the base of the pilot’s seat was always a last resort in the event of an emergency. But when the options were to plummet headfirst into the ground or blow yourself out of the cockpit and hope like hell all your limbs were intact and you survived, there really wasn’t much choice.
“Come on, TK!” He found himself saying. “Eject!” Carlos knew there was little to no time remaining to get himself out of the plane. He was still fighting to keep it in the air, but as the milliseconds ticked by, the plane's numerous systems continued to fail, and the screen was filled by the sight of the ground getting closer and closer.
“You’re at three thousand! Eject Lieutenant! Eject!” Judd basically screamed through the feed again. Time was running out, he was already at the point of no return.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound and the feed of TK’s jet went black. Carlos could feel his heart drop dramatically as he looked over at the screen showing the feed from Judd’s plane. He watched in horror as he saw TK’s F-18 slam straight into the ground and explode into a ball of flames and debris. Marjan gasped audibly as the rest of the hangar went silent for a moment or two, and then the emergency sirens blasted through the base.
Chaos erupted all around Carlos, most of the trainees backed away from the screens to watch as the search and rescue teams began to load up in their helicopters to prepare to head out. Carlos was rooted to the ground, his eyes glued to the feed from Judd’s plane as he circled the crash site. He frantically searched the area for any signs of a parachute, any sign that TK made it out of the jet before it hit the ground, but instead, all he saw was nothing.
TK was gone.
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#911 lone star#tk strand#tarlos#carlos reyes#911 ls fic#ask me anything#ask kilo#prompt gremlin 💙#my wips
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @liminalmemories21. Thank you.
I’m working on Chapters 7 - 9 of "Lunch with Mom". TK catches Gwyn up on life in Austin - here is an excerpt from chapter 9.
"You are going to love this one, Mom." TK said as he took his unofficial lunch seat on his father’s back deck, unpacking his dim sum, getting ready to fill his mom in on his father’s most recent walk with danger.
Once he had his lunch set up and had taken a few bites, he began his story. "It all started about three weeks ago. Dad showed up to the firehouse on a motorcycle, while Judd was telling us about some moron that had been driving like an idiot, causing him to spill his coffee. I bet you already figured this part out, and you would be right - it was Dad."
TK was still trying to put all of the pieces together from what his father had told them last night at dinner, still trying to understand just how his father always got himself into these messes. "Apparently while he had been out riding his new bike, he met some bikers at a stop light. This guy named Red invited him out for a ride and brunch - dad's weakness. Dad thought he was making new friends and seemed very excited to maybe get a 'cool new nickname'." TK informed her, air quotes and all.
"Judd was convinced that Dad was about to join the Hells Angels. So he tagged along to the roadhouse with him, they got quite the education that night. They saw a guy get branded as he joined their club, some of Judd's concerns were also valid. They weren't Hells Angels, but they were a white supremacist group. Not totally sure how Dad missed that one, considering how frequently he blurts out World War II trivia about nazis." TK said with a shoulder shrug. "Anyway, I guess Dad just realized he was lonely or something and planned on not going back. Until an FBI agent showed up on his doorstep."
TK had always known that his father was committed to saving as many lives as he possibly could, had watched him do so on an almost daily basis for almost ten years. He wasn’t exactly surprised when his father got involved in situations that weren't fire captain related, but he was a little worried about how close things had come this time.
tagging @wandering-night19
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I already shared another part of this on Sunday and teased a little of it yesterday too but here is more of the same scene because I haven’t written anything else since then lol 💦
The mere feet of distance between them feels like nothing at all he watches the slide of pre-come down TK’s c*ck, wishes he could taste it on his tongue.
TK, devilish as ever, knows exactly what he’s thinking. Keeps his eyes locked with Carlos’, a teasing slide of his opposite hand down his own abdomen, fingertips ghosting over his soft tummy, down his happy trail before it joins his other on his c*ck.
TK gathers some of the pre-come from the glistening head on his fingertip, before he brings it to his mouth.
He gives himself little kitten licks before sucking it into his mouth with a moan and a Carlos, voice sounding as wrecked as his is.
“I wish you could taste me baby,” he goads, “extra sweet for you tonight.”
Carlos almost gives up the game, fights the persistent urge to stumble off the bed and sink to his knees in front of TK. Wants to take his thick wet c*ck into his mouth and let himself be used, merely a toy for TK to take pleasure in.
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Tarlos + 4 (cuddling on the couch)
Because I’m using these prompts to try to shake words loose after a bout of writer’s block, these are all just whatever I can come up with in <20min and barely edited 💖
4. Cuddling on the couch
Carlos wakes with a start and it takes him a few moments to realise that he’s wedged in the corner of the couch and the reason he can’t move is because TK is pressed up against him, seemingly asleep as well.
They must’ve both dozed off. Carlos wonders how long it’s been since they fell asleep. He hears the lock on the front door and realises that the sound of someone at the door must be what woke him.
“Babe,” he says softly. “Wake up.”
Carlos tries to move his shoulder, pretty sure he’s lost all feeling in his arm from TK lying on it.
“Wasn’t asleep,” TK mumbled sleepily and Carlos huffs a laugh.
The door swings open and Carlos looks up. “Hey.”
“Now, I don’t care what y’all do in your own home, but you wanna explain to me why TK is half naked on my couch holding my baby girl?” Judd asks as he walks in, his mouth quirking up at the corner.
Grace laughs behind him. “Awww, you look so sweet! But TK, honey, where’s your shirt. Did Charlie throw up on you?”
TK sits up properly, still cradling a sleeping Charlie to his chest. “She did but that’s not why I’m shirtless.” Grace frowns. “She’s okay, but she had a fever—”
“You didn’t call us?” Judd interjects.
Grace shushes him and places a hand on his arm. “Let the man speak, Judd.”
TK continues. “It was 100, I gave her 5mL of Tylenol,” he checks the clock on the wall, “two hours ago. She was grizzly though and wouldn’t settle, and skin to skin helps regulate their temperature, so.”
“Do you took your shirt off,” Grace smiles. “Thank you, she’s been in good hands.”
“She wouldn’t settle for me,” Carlos says with an eye roll. “Only wanted TK.” He can’t stop the fondness creeping into his voice though. TK is holding Charlie so sweetly as she curls into him, her chubby cheek pressed into his chest and he’s just so good with her.
“You two still competing to be her favourite?” Judd grins, gesturing at TK for Charlie.
“Only because Carlos won’t accept I’m her favourite,” TK smirks.
“You’re wrong,” Judd drawls and TK gently transfers Charlie into his arms.
Carlos takes TK’s shirt from the end of the sofa and tosses it to him. Just as TK pops his head through his shirt, Judd says, “Aunty Marjan is her favourite.”
(You can read all of my intimate moments prompts here)
Cheating and using this as my wip wednesday because I don’t have any wips atm. Thanks for the tags @tintagel-or-cockleshells @celaestis1 @welcometololaland @clottedcreamfudge @kiwiana-writes @wandering-night19 @three-drink-amy @strandnreyes if not for the tags I probably wouldn’t have written anything today 💖
Tagging some people to leave me snippets to wake up to pretty please: @reyesstrand @sunshinestrand @liminalmemories21 @sanjuwrites @redshirt2 @cricketnationrise @nontoxic-writes @stereopticons @lilythesilly @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @sherryvalli @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @daisymae-12
#wip wednesday#even if it’s not a wip#tarlos fic#911 lone star fic#tarlos#911 lone star#rmd writes#rmd writes: ls snippet#intimate moments prompts#prompt fill
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Tarlos in chapter six of for if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me by me and @mooshkat
#cee speaks#911 lonestar#tarlos#carlos reyes#tk strand#wip#art#911 ls#911 ls fanart#yes I made fan art of my own fic lmao#mine and Moosh’s baby#fiigditywm#a MASSIVE thank you to everyone that’s reading along with us#you are the MPVs#Moosh💙
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for tagging me, @thisbuildinghasfeelings 💝
This is a hybrid work in progress/work is published- because this fic is ongoing but I finished this chapter and I don't say this about my own work a lot, but I think it's kinda neat and I want to share it with y;all (it's about 7K- and you can read it without reading the rest of the fic).
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TK glared stubbornly. “I’m sixteen. I’m not a little kid. This does not have to be a big deal. We’re both sixteen, and—”
“I’m seventeen, dude,” Hunter mumbled in his ear.
“Huh?” TK looked at him. “Oh, yeah. But we’re in a relationship. We’re not little kids. And it’s not like you have to worry either of us will get pregnant”.
“Son, is that really the argument you want to go with?” Owen asked. “Also, I need someone to catch me up. What exactly happened?”
Gwyn looked pointedly at her son, who went back to staring at his shoes.
“Oh, now someone doesn’t want to answer?” she asked. She turned to Owen. “Claudia called me when she came home earlier and opened the door to Hunter’s room, where our son was…” she stopped briefly. “He was… performing or—”
“I was blowing him,” TK cut her off. “It was a blow job. God, Mom, please don’t describe it as ‘performing’”.
“Hey”. Owen said firmly. “TK, none of this is your mother’s fault. You want to keep that in mind?”
TK crossed his arms and glared at his dad, but didn’t say anything else.
“If it was a performance,” Hunter breathed in TK’s ear, “we might have to wait for the reviews to come in. They might be… explosive”. TK let out a snort and a few giggles. He couldn’t help it. And he loved the feeling of Hunter’s breath on his neck.
To see TK dig his heels in and make things worse for himself, please click here
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I keep thinking this little fic is done, but then I add more?? Anyway, I really do think it's getting close now!! It's kind of been my savior fic because unlike my daunting AU multichapter wips, this one is easier to write on and takes the pressure off a bit. I'm sorry it's not a lot, but this fic isn't that long, and I don't wanna spoil my favorite parts!
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“We need to get up.”
“No.” TK twists his hand in Carlos’ sleep shirt. “Just wanna kiss you.”
Carlos tries again. “We have work.”
“So?”
Carlos indulges TK, allowing him to tug him back down until their lips meet again. The kiss is sloppy and off center and warm. Carlos' toes curl against the sheets.
Not tagging anyone because I think everyone has already done it, but if you want to, consider this your tag! :)
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tag @iboatedhere 🛶🍋
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“Hey buddy, what’s got you down?” Marjan asks as she enters the kitchen. She’s entirely too cheerful for the mood TK’s in. He’s sitting on a stool at the counter, looking down at his phone. [redacted for spoilers]
“What do you mean?” he asks, looking up at Marjan as she crosses towards the back counter. “I’m not down.”
“TK, you’ve been moping around all afternoon,” she answers with her back to him. “We rescued a cat from a Goodwill drop off box on that call earlier and you didn’t even want to cuddle her and give her a ridiculous name. Paul made lasagna for lunch and you barely took two bites. Something’s up.”
“Carlos made a big breakfast,” he says, rubbing his stomach for emphasis. “I wasn’t really hungry.”
She fixes him with an unconvinced look. “You’re always hungry for Paul’s lasagna.”
“Fine,” he sighs, dramatically dropping his phone to the counter. “I’m worried about Nancy.”
“Oh yeah?” Marjan asks, pulling a mug out of the cupboard. “What’s going on with her?”
“Well, she’s been acting kind of strange ever since the ambulance got shot at,” he says.
“Understandable,” Marjan grabs the electric tea kettle from behind the sink and starts to fill it, turning to face TK once it’s on its heating element and she’s switched it on. “What’s strange?”
“She’s been kind of spacey, doesn’t really want to talk about it,” he says as he starts to fiddle with the string of his hoodie. “She got really skittish when I asked her if she’s been talking to anybody about it.”
“Okay,” Marjan says as she rips open a tea packet, decaf earl grey. “That all sounds about right after being shot at at work.”
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“TK, I love you, you are an amazing friend,” Marjan says with a sympathetic look on her face as she pours the hot water into her tea and leaves it to steep, walking around the counter to take a seat next to TK.
“Why do I sense a but coming?” He drops the hoodie string as she sits down on the stool closest to him and places a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. She's still got that sympathetic look on her face.
“No but,” she smiles. “You just have a tendency to get a little …over-invested.”
“Over invested?”
“Yeah, it’s sweet, really.”
“I don’t think—”
“She’s right, you know,” says Paul as he saunters in from around the corner. God, TK didn’t even realize he was there.
“I don’t get over-invested,” TK whines. “I just love my friends and I want them to be happy.”
“I know, bud, and that’s great.” Marjan says.
“Remember when you forced me to go out clubbing with you and Carlos when that girl I was seeing dumped me?” Paul says with a pointed look.
“Well, yeah… but—” TK says.
“That was really cool of you, and I had a great time,” Paul continues, “but it was a little pushy.”
“Oh, and the time you threatened that kid in Izzie’s class because she said he was mean to her,” Marjan says with a laugh as she leans over the counter to pull her tea towards herself. “Captain Vega had to walk that back so hard.”
“Oh my god, I am a terrible friend,” TK says. “I’m pushy and I get over-involved. How did I not see it?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Paul puts a placating hand up from where he stands on the other side of Marjan. “Pull yourself out of the shame spiral, baby boy. That is not what we’re saying.”
“No, TK, you’re an incredible friend,” Marjan says as she leans over to put an arm around TK’s shoulders. “You’re honestly my best friend.”
“One of my best friends,” she quickly corrects after Paul fixes her with a look. “I always know you’ll be there for me when I’m sad, I don’t even need to call you. Somehow you just know. Dude, when my dad got sick you flew with me to Miami! Who does that?”
TK smiles at the memory. He remembers Marjan calling him in tears, her dad had been diagnosed with a rare cancer and she was so scared. He insisted that he’d go home with her for a bit, get her settled at her parents’ place and help out as much as he could. She was shocked, but he knew in that moment that if it were him, if his dad had been halfway across the country when he found out about his cancer diagnosis, he would’ve been in no condition for a solo three-hour flight and then to support his dad through treatments and everything else. If he could be there for her just for moral support, if nothing else, he would do anything in his power to make it happen.
“You drove us to doctors’ appointments and the pharmacy so me and my mom could just focus on my dad,” she continues, dunking the tea bag in and out of her mug. “You picked up groceries, oh my god and you destroyed my mom’s kitchen trying to make Carlos’s mom’s chili relleno because you said it always makes you feel better when she makes it.”
“I thought your mom was gonna hate me for that.” It was truly an epic disaster. He’d had to Facetime Carlos, who kindly but firmly told him to throw in the towel on that one. Instead Carlos, the sweet bastard, called a nearby Mexican restaurant and had an elaborate spread of his favorite comfort dishes delivered to the Marwani house.
He still hasn't lived down the “fold in the cheese” jokes from Carlos and Marjan from that one.
“No way,” Marjan’s got a mischievous smile on her face now. “My mom loves you. She asks about you pretty much every time I talk to her. Honestly, I think she’s a little disappointed you’re not straight, single and Muslim.”
TK feels his entire face go red, “Oh, god.”
“Yeah, man, you are an amazing friend,” Paul says. “You’re reliable and loyal, and you’re so damn compassionate.”
“You just have to…” Marjan trails off.
“Let people feel their own shit,” Paul finishes her thought.
“Let people feel their own shit?” TK asks incredulously.
“Yeah, sometimes you have to just let people go through it,” Paul says with a shrug. He moves around the counter and puts a finger on the electric kettle. Determining it’s still warm, he pulls a mug and tea bag out and begins making his own tea. He gestures to TK, wordlessly offering him a cup.
“If Nancy’s hurting and she doesn’t wanna talk about it there’s not much you can do but be there for her,” Marjan says. “Just make sure you’re around. If she needs you she’ll reach out.”
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Tagging @carlos-in-glasses @lightningboltreader @rmd-writes & @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and you
#wip wednesday#I started this on Sunday and it’s already 10k#send help#tarlos#911 ls#911 lone star#tarlos fic#911 ls fic#911 lone star fic
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