#just for the tk snippets

[kiras-sunshine]

little snippet from hell was the journey but it brought me heaven aka my tarlos honeymoon fic (find chapter one here)

”Do you trust me?”

Carlos hates that he has to ask about it. He hates that he doesn’t know the answer, or more accurately, he hates that he has a hunch of what TK’s answer will be.

TK’s smile is gentle, there are no traces of resentment in it, but his eyes are so full of sorrow. It seems that he could drown in his sorrow, and it cracks Carlos’ heart open.

“I’d love to,” he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I don’t think I can.”

Because of all the lies hangs in the air, between them, unsaid.

Lies of Iris, of where he was right before getting captured, of what he was going to do with the information he found on his dad’s phone.

“That’s—” Carlos starts, swallowing hard, unable to breathe for a moment, “fair.”

It is all he can say in that moment.

He understands where TK is coming from and he is painfully aware that he had TK’s trust before, but he broke it, and now all he has is traces and remains of it.

Regret is heavy on his heart.

TK, however, is already reaching to hold his hand. He intertwines their fingers, carefully and with intention.

“That doesn’t mean I’d not love you,” he says, softly, “or that I’d not want to be here with you. I’d have not married you if I didn’t think I could trust you again.”

[freneticfloetry]

I am actively writing in three different fandoms, and it's making me slightly schizophrenic. But this is a piece of the Tevan fic I started in the first place (before the fluff stormed the castle), and since I spent a not insignificant amount of time being in my Buck feelings today, it seemed like a fitting piece to post.

Thanks to @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @carlossreaders @lemonlyman-dotcom @heartstringsduet and @strandnreyes for the tags today. 😘

"Maddie says I should learn how to be alone." The scoff leaves his lungs before Tommy can stop it. "Sounds like they're trying to teach you whether you want the lesson or not," he mutters, and mashes the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Sorry, I… Jesus. Evan." "She didn't mean it like that," Evan rushes out, shaking his head, and Tommy’s heart aches a bit at the fierce baby brother in Evan riding to his big sister's defense. “I just think she worries, and she still feels sort of guilty, and after what she went through with Doug… I think she just wants to make sure that I’m a whole person. You know? That, that I know who I am on my own.” Tommy swallows and nods and tries not to twitch. He’s sure Maddie means well. But really, what does she think her brother had been doing all that time — plotting his way across the country in a hand-me-down Jeep, jumping from odd job to odd job. Sending souvenir postcards from every waypoint to tell her all about the person he'd tried to be there, knowing he'd never receive a word in return. Alone is the only thing Evan had been the whole way. He'd spent literal years being nothing but alone. And he'd stopped running here, laid down roots and let himself grow with the promise that he wouldn't have to be again. “And you think that she’s right.” Evan pulls his eyebrows together, genuinely contemplating what was barely a question. And the part of him that’s a little lost still looks so young, but the part of him that’s lived too much looks weary beyond his years. “She’s not usually wrong,” he finally says. “But I don’t know. I was alone a long time. Since I came to LA, even. Since I became a firefighter. Alone I can deal with. I just…” He smears both palms down the length of his thighs and looks to Tommy like he needs him to understand. “Alone and lonely are two different things, right? I haven’t been lonely, really, since I joined the 118. But I am, now. Lonely. I think I have been for a while. And I don’t know how to do that, with everything. With them. I can’t keep… I don’t think I can do that there.”

These single em dash snippets are going to give me a complex. What in the world have I become?

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[heartstringsduet]

Happy Wednesday. Decided to go with a little snippet of agent fic that references Superman because I've seen that Clark Kent/Rafa comparison and I needed to demonstrate my absolute agreement with that thanks for tagging me peeps, I will tag back below the cut today <3

Grace chuckled, warm and light. “Will it help that he’s handsome?”

TK had perked up then in his too large hotel bed in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. “Handsome for a straight woman in her late thirties or…”

“Hey, hold your tongue. I’m thirty-seven, not ninety. And I have eyes, do I not? He’s a universal hot guy, you know? Wait, don’t tell my husband I said that.”

TK laughed, imagining the giant teddy bear of her husband sulking if he overheard. “Okay. Prove it.”

“Prove what?” Grace asked. “I’m not gonna send you photos of your new handler.”

“Just a little one," TK begged. "Just a little group photo and I will guess--”

“Tee-Kay.”

“Fine.” TK sighed. “Then I will just imagine him as my dream man. Dark wavy hair, those brown eyes that look right into a person’s soul, a smile that makes knees weak, shoulders broad enough to land a plane and a co-- I will stop here.”

“Yeah,” Grace said with a giggle in her voice she suppressed. “You better stop there.”

He doesn’t know what Carlos looks like, so what’s the harm in imagining a beautiful man on the other end of these calls? 

Maybe his crush on all Superman actors through the cinematic history colored his vision there. It was easy to say that was his type and he wasn't lying about it. But what he didn’t say -- beside the vivid descriptions of his thirstiest thoughts -- was that he’d most longed for anyone to hold him. The intimacy that started at the stroke of a finger, the kind of racing heart that never sprung from fear but from anticipation. He wanted to be touched and feel known by it.

Though TK bared lonely nights with his own hand, toys, and a fantasy that didn’t stray far from a young Dean Cain to Oscar Isaac, the looks didn't matter half as much as that longing.

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[alrightbuckaroo]

your need grows teeth

1/1 | 4.4k | E | A story inspired by this art by the wonderfully talented @whatsintheboxmh, and beta read by the always lovely @herefortarlos ♥️

It’s then he sees a man across the club looking at both of them, his hips unconsciously swiveling and his teeth treating his own bottom lip like last night’s dinner as he watches on. 

His features are indistinguishable, but it doesn’t matter because TK will forget him within an hour. TK feels his cock stir, and Carlos must feel it too.

“Baby?” Carlos questions, hands carding through TK’s hair slowly, growing slicked with sweat. TK continues to look past him, moving his hips in time with Carlos’ hands.

“He’s watching,” TK whispers, as if he has to keep it secret. Carlos bites onto his earlobe and he lets out a moan. The man across the club hasn’t looked away once, and TK ignores the part of him that tells him he only knows that because he hasn’t looked away either.

“Do you want him to,” Carlos whispers back, nibbling on the ear he just ushered the words into.

TK goes quiet, the thought trickling through the crevices of his mind like a penny through a crack. He had one boyfriend, older, that liked to share, and TK found something about it intoxicating. Command over not just one man, but men. All he had to do was languidly blink and they’d fall to their knees.

“What if I said yes,” TK dares, taunts, and he holds back a devious laugh as the grip around his waist tightens.

or

A fic that explores the possessive sex that no doubt followed, "And his boyfriend's a cop."

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[emsprovisions]

Happy Wednesday everyone! Today's a bit of a crazy day but I'll try and make a post about fandom memories soon! It is the cutest idea and I love it. This is a bit from the Carlos fic I've been working on, that was originally supposed to be about Carlos confronting his religious trauma, but this fic is taking me on a ride in multiple directions and I am really loving playing with it so far! So please enjoy this lengthy snippet! 💕

“Hey, babe,” TK smiles, looking at Carlos like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars. “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Carlos smiles. “It’s a nice day. Do y’all want to eat outside?”

“Yes!” Jonah practically vibrates in his shoes where he stands at TK’s side. “Please, Carlos!”

Carlos laughs, “alright, buddy, hang on, I just need to go grab a few things from my desk.”

A moment later, Carlos returns, placing the standard issue, white Stetson onto Jonah’s head instead of his own. The too-big hat falls over Jonah’s eyes, making him break out into a fit of giggles as he pushes it up his head. Carlos and TK smile at his immeasurable joy and lead him back the way they came, to the elevator. 

“What’s on tap for lunch today?” Carlos asks, leaning against a wall in the elevator as he and TK watch Jonah crouch low to the floor on the ride down before he jumps as high as he can as it lurches to a stop. 

“I took the leftover brisket from the other night and made sandwiches,” TK says. “There’s steak fries too.”

“Well that sounds amazing, babe,” Carlos smiles at his husband as the elevator dings and the doors seamlessly slide open, a blast of cool air from the foyer chasing them inside. 

He almost misses it as they step out into the high-eighty degree weather that can only be described as a Texas spring day in early March.

They haven’t had Jonah in their custody for too long yet. Carlos’s sick leave after he was shot taking down his father’s killer ended over a month ago. He still has a hard time chewing the unsavory former Chief Bridges’s name in his mouth. 

He’d been his father’s friend. A coworker for the better part of thirty-something years. A confidant most likely. The same man to take Carlos under his wing and march him in his father’s footsteps. 

But Carlos is doing better now. 

He has a therapist. He’s more open with his mom these days. He has TK to lean on. And he has Sam too, when he needs someone who gets it on the very same level as him. He has a fantastic support group, and with it, TK’s mentioned he’s noticed a bit of the Carlos he’d fallen in love with creeping back in. 

“You’re smiling again, baby,” TK says softly, just for Carlos to hear as they claim a picnic table under some shady trees to eat their lunch. 

“I’m happy to see you,” Carlos shrugs with a smile. 

“I’m happy to see you too,” TK’s own smile grows, love twinkling in his eyes. 

Carlos wonders sometimes if he’s dreaming up this perfect life, but he’d once told TK in front of all the people they both know and love that TK is the dream he’s never allowed himself to have. He’s allowing himself to have it now, he thinks, this life full of love for his husband and for Jonah.

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[paperstorm]

Musician AU. Country singer!Carlos and Rockstar!TK. Enemies to Friends to Lovers. 15 chapters. First chapter posting tomorrow.

A snippet for WIP Wednesday:

TK sniffs and takes another sip, swallowing again before he looks back up and says, “Did Billy talk to you guys?”

“We said we’d talk to you first,” Nancy says. “If heading out on the road right now is too much, we won’t do it.”

TK wants to point out that it doesn’t seem like they have much choice in the matter. He wants to repeat some of the things he’d read in headlines on Billy’s computer. He wants to tell his band – his family – that he’ll never let them down again as long as he lives, and this rescheduled tour is his first step in proving it to them, whether he’s emotionally ready for it or not.

He doesn’t say any of those things. Instead, he grins at them and says, “Two hometown shows to start? Maybe a European leg if our fans haven’t completely ditched us? Sounds fun.”

“Are you sure?” Marjan asks.

“Hell yeah,” TK tells her. He’s not completely positive he means it, but he wants to mean it, and he figures that’s almost the same thing.

“Did Billy tell you about – ” Paul begins, and TK interrupts as he remembers.

“Oh my God, the country bumpkin that’s gonna open for us?”

“I don’t think he’s a bumpkin,” Marjan laughs. “I listened to a bunch of his songs, they’re good.”

“Not exactly similar to our sound.” Nancy smirks. “He’s hot, though. I went down a YouTube rabbit hole and it’s possible I’m in love. With him and his bass player, she’s hot, too.”

“They’re family friendly,” TK says, sinking back against the cushions. “Apparently that’s what the label wants, since I’m a liability, now.”

“Maybe it’ll be good, his fans will come and maybe like our music, too.”

“Are we gonna have to like … tone it down, though?” Nancy asks with her nose wrinkled. “Did Billy give you more info on what the label said?”

Rolling his eyes, TK asserts, “If he thinks we’re gonna stop being us on stage, he’s got another thing coming.”

“I know the two of you are not going to throw a wrench in this whole thing just because you won’t get to grind all nasty on stage anymore,” Paul tells them, eyes travelling back and forth between TK and Nancy and shaking his head fondly.

“Nobody even said anything about that, did they?” Marjan asks, and TK shakes his head. “Okay, so stop freaking out. Nobody’s saying we can’t be us. The fans are gonna show up to see our show, like they always do. Reyes and his band will just also attract a bunch of new faces. I don’t really see any downsides.”

“I guess,” TK concedes, understanding that on paper, she isn’t wrong. He still shares a look with Nancy overtop of Paul’s head, and can’t say he’s feeling any more certain about this than he was the other day when Billy informed him of it.

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[tellmegoodbye]

Hello everyone! I wanted to do a bit of a "WIP checkup" in which I share a snippet from all of my wips and update you on how they're going.

This is a queued post. I am currently away on vacation and I will look at all of your posts when I get back!

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Sports Fic

Title: "the memories we leave behind"

“What are they doing?” Jonah can hardly contain his excitement as he grips the seatback in front of him, giggling as he points down towards the skaters on the ice. They look so small from where they're sitting up in the nosebleeds, but the distance doesn't seem to matter to Jonah, who is seemingly entranced by the game he barely knows anything about. There's a huge smile on his face as he watches every face off, every line change, every shot, clearly trying to decipher everything that's happening. “They're trying to get the puck in the net,” TK explains, pointing to where the New York Rangers are currently swarming the Dallas Stars like bees, their offense fluid and fast paced – as is the nature of the game. “We're rooting against the green team. Remember?”

This fic is a bit on and off again at the moment, but I'm still enjoying writing it! I have no prediction for when it might be finished as it is not a priority at the moment. This snippet is brought to you by a new scene I added, inspired by this headcanon.

Spicy Fic

"Do you want me to take care of you now, my love?" Carlos’ voice drips with adoration, smooth as he speaks slowly, carefully, and commandingly. There's a hint of teasing in his tone that he keeps a tight hold on, always waiting for TK to guide him and tell him what he needs. They don't always do this with the pretense of sex, and tonight certainly wasn't a night where TK was having anything that would even resemble a horny thought, but he feels so light inside of his own body. His blood flows through his veins like honey, desire simmering beneath the surface, but not with purpose. There's no ache. No rush. No need. But TK thinks about these ropes coming off before he can fully silence the darkness, he hears the way Carlos' voice dips and feels the way his body reacts on instinct, and he decides that it doesn't matter. He doesn't just want to hide away in freefall. He wants to float. He wants to feel everything that is good and right and wonderful, and Carlos is clearly willing to help him do that.

This fic still has an incredibly loose outline, but it is my first venture into writing a D/S dynamic and I'm just kind of going with the flow for this one. I hope to finish this one soon, especially since @heartstringsduet has been my biggest cheerleader for this fic and has been giving me endless motivation!

Detective AU / Murder Mystery Fic

The bullpen is smaller than he's used to. The absence of the New York City chaos cycling in and out of the room is evident. The ever-present, steady stream of chaos keeping the building alive on an unstable fuel is muted and mellow in comparison, reflecting the nature of the state of Texas. Slower, calmer – even in its capital city. TK thinks he might just like it here after all.

This one is regrettably, extremely slow moving. I've been putting a lot of pressure on myself for this one because it's an idea I've had for years, and I want to take my time with this. It's definitely overwhelming, and there's no chance of me finishing this in any less than a few months, but I think it will all be worth it in the end!

Super Secret Angsty Fic

Title: "sinking in slow motion"

He attempts to look again, and a sharp pain pierces through his skull like a sleek blade, barely noticeable until it hits him all at once and he has to let his head fall back against the concrete again, wincing at the sudden movement.

It’s no use. He isn’t going to be able to treat himself down here. He runs through the checklist in his head, skipping over what he can’t do and focusing on what he can.

Keep pressure on the wound. Check. Slow down your breathing. Check. Check your heart rate. TK lifts two trembling fingers to the pulse point on his neck, undoubtedly smearing some of his own blood against his skin as he presses down.

Fast, but steady. Check.

This fic is brought to you by The Angst Train, aka the collaboration I'm doing with @certifiedflower and @neversleepuntilfive 👀 who I have immensely enjoyed working with. I'm so excited to finish this and share it with you all for @911lonestarangstweek at the end of the month!

Therapy Fic

“Hey, babe,” TK greets him, his voice faltering when he catches a glimpse of the laptop Carlos so ungraciously tossed to the side when he walked through the door. “What are you reading?” “Nothing,” Carlos says, immediately realizing how unconvincing he sounds. He avoids TK's knowing gaze as he stares towards the ground. TK slowly comes towards him and sits next to him on the couch, close enough to be there, but putting enough distance between them so that Carlos can decide whether or not he wants to have TK in his space right now. “Well that wasn't suspicious at all.”

I admittedly have not worked on this one in a while. I can't even remember if I've shared this snippet before. I don't think I have, but if I did I apologize. I'll get back to this one once I get some of these other wips finished.

S1 Carlos Fic

Images of the man who laid in his bed for the first time, his silver medallion stark against his heaving chest – a symbol of his family from before, begin circling Carlos’ mind as he slowly digests the gravity of such a revelation. He isn't as close with his own father as TK is with Owen, but he couldn't even imagine the pit in his stomach that would open up if he were to learn that his dad had cancer. “I'm sorry, TK,” is all he can think to say. He knows it can't help much, but he hopes it's enough. He hopes he can offer some sense of peace for someone who's gaze he can't seem to escape, his eyes brimming with tears that threaten to fall, Carlos’ dim porch light reflecting off of shimmering green oceans. TK looks about as lost as Carlos feels, his weary figure standing against the backdrop of the night sky and empty streets. His vulnerability is vast, and Carlos aches to protect it.

This fic is also low priority, and since it is essentially a collection of moments throughout season 1, this one is probably going to take me a while to write.

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[rangersoup]

Thanks for the tags! @lemonlyman-dotcom @my-beloved-lakes @paperstorm @nisbanisba @heartstringsduet @annoyingcloudearthquake @carlos-in-glasses and @thisbuildinghasfeelings !

Here’s a snippet from my current WIP The Lone Ranger. Chapter 1 can be found here, and chapter 2 can be found here. This is tid bit from chapter 4:

“I missed you,” Jonah mumbles.

“I missed you too,” TK replies and kiss the top of his little head. “Sorry I’ve been gone for so long.”

Jonah leans his head back so he can look up into TK’s face. “When’s Papa Carlos gonna be home?”

TK feels himself slump and tries to hide the wounded expression that begins to work its way across his face.

“Soon,” he lies. He really doesn’t know. He’s starting to show signs of improvement, but it could still be a long time. And no matter how long, it will be too long.

“Why can’t he come home now?” Jonah demands, wiggling like he’s ready to be let down, but TK is ready to let him go just yet.

“He’s…” TK can’t find the words. There’s no doubt in his mind that Jonah has already figured out something is wrong, with both of his parents being away so long with no explanation, how could he not know?

Andrea pins TK down with a look. He needs to tell him.

“Why can’t he come home?” Jonah repeats.

TK sighs and walks over to the couch, where sets Jonah down before sitting down next to him.

“Jonah,” TK starts. The look Jonah gives him is concerned and bewildered. TK takes a deep breath, this going to be harder than he thought. This is the first time since everything happened that he’s had to face Jonah not through a video call facilitated by his dad or Andrea. “Papa Carlos is in the hospital.”

Jonah raises both of his eyebrows in alarm. “Is he sick?!”

TK shakes his head. “He got hurt at work. I’ve been staying with him.”

“Oh,” Jonah says, his mind deep at work behind his brown eyes. “Can I stay with him too?”

“No, buddy,” TK says gently, and brushes the hair out of his brother’s face. Saying no to his little brother is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. He knows Jonah misses Carlos too. “Not right now. He has to rest for a while so he can get better.”

“What if I’m really quiet?” Jonah asks, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I can be very quiet.” He lowers his voice even more. “I’ll be extra careful not to wake him up.”

A weak chuckle makes it out of TK’s throat, and he smiles at Jonah. He smiles a real smile for the first time since Carlos was shot. “As soon as he wakes up, you can come see him, okay?”

Jonah frowns, weighing this in his mind before finally nodding, finding these terms agreeable. “Okay.” Then he fixes TK with a look that is so very serious and stern. No four year old has any business throwing out looks like that. “He’s going to be okay.”

TK doesn’t say anything, but instead pulls Jonah into a tight hug. He holds him until the kid finally decides he has had enough and pulls away, hopping off the couch.

“Do you want to see what me and Aubela made?”

TK smiles after him as he scampers across the loft to his room. “You know I do.”

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[everlastingday]

thank you @carlos-in-glasses, @carlossreaders, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, and @annoyingcloudearthquake for the tags! 💜

i haven't been writing much recently because of life things, but have a veryyyyy rough snippet from something new i just started working on! 🤓

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TK barrels down the stairs, eager to be back within touching distance of Carlos. Now that he’s let go of his remaining reservations about letting Carlos into his life, he can’t seem to get enough of him. A brief thought that he might come across too clingy crosses his mind, but he’ll deal with that later. 

“Babe, you’re almost out of shamp—” TK stops dead in his tracks as he sees Carlos laying out on the couch, a book in hand, lift his head to look up at him through the lens of a pair of silver, half-frame glasses that he’s never seen before. 

“What are those?” he asks, pointing at the frames on Carlos’s face before he can think twice. “Since when have you needed those?”

Carlos peels them off his face and places them upside down on the coffee table in front of him. “Uh…since I was twelve?” He cocks his head playfully, eyes prying to see where TK’s line of questioning is headed. He shifts slightly on the couch, making a space for TK to join him. 

TK rolls his eyes as he climbs over Carlos’s legs and curls up against him. “That’s not what I meant. Why have I never known that you wear glasses?”

“I mean, I haven’t really needed them during our usual activities,” Carlos teases. 

“You’re so funny,” TK deadpans, and is rewarded with a hearty laugh from Carlos that reverberates through his body. 

“Honestly?” Carlos’s voice softens a bit. “I don’t really like how they look, so I just don’t wear them unless I have to,” Carlos shrugs. 

TK is absolutely flabbergasted. He can’t understand the words that just came out of Carlos’s mouth. First of all, the man could not look bad even if he tried, so that’s in and of itself a moot point. Second of all, does he not realize how adorable he looks in those glasses? There’s something about the way Carlos, a man built like a statue, looking simultaneously like a young schoolboy and a sweet, old man in those glasses, that really stirs something in TK. He supposes it’s not the most conventionally attractive accessory, but TK feels just as attracted to Carlos in this moment as he does when he’s completely bare and on his knees. 

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[henrygrass]

WIP Wednesday

Chapter 2 of The Widow's Bite is up, so here's a snippet from Chapter 3 coming next week! Thank you for the tag @rangersoup @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @welcometololaland @nisbanisba!

The stairs seem to fold and stretch with every step, subtle undulations that accompany their ascent. Carlos hears the door in the lobby open loudly and briefly looks down, noticing a woman hastily making her way up the stairs, huffing, the sound of her heels soaring high through the stairwell. 

Refocusing, he follows Campbell up the last ramp of stairs, his eyes immediately looking for apartment 305. 

He spots its golden letters painted on the door to his right at the end of the corridor, partially illuminated by the dim light.

With a tap on Campbell’s arm, he nods to his right and leads the way to the faded doormat welcoming visitors just outside the door. This should be the place.

For a moment, they stay quiet, trying to listen for sounds from within the apartment—nothing. Light, however, spills from underneath the green-painted door—someone is inside.

“Knock?” Carlos whispers, watching Campbell’s features morph into a ‘duh.’

They both straighten in front of the door, side by side. Gazing sideways, he notices Campbell’s hand resting on the holster of his gun concealed by his jacket—he’s ready.

Carlos knocks a couple of times on the hard surface of the door. The low reverberation ripples through the hallway and resonates in Carlos' chest, causing his heartbeat to quicken in response.

At first, nothing happens. The silence stretches, and Carlos exchanges a glance with Campbell, who raises an eyebrow.

Then, from inside, muffled footsteps grow louder, approaching the door before stopping.

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[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Putting my new Jonah series out there!

I really love the Carlos/TK/Jonah family. I blame them entirely for casting the most precious child in the world to play Jonah. I have three fics posted about their family, and have several more started/planned.

I named the series after a quote from the 2003 Freaky Friday (which that movie remains a BANGER. That is one sequel I am like YES PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY I WANT THIS MOVIE SO BAD!!)

Back to this-

Here is a snippet of my most recent Tarlos and Jonah fic, I'll Like You For Always-

“Don’t you work today?” Jonah asked as Carlos carried him back into the kitchen. “Will they be mad?”

“Nope,” Carlos shook his head. “I’m not going in today, and I pulled some strings and I’m only going in for a half day tomorrow. Because what’s the number one rule in this house?”

“Boogers don’t belong on the table,” Jonah answered.

“Not that one,” Carlos said as TK bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn’t laugh. “That is a good rule, mijo, but I meant another one. Family…”

“Family comes first!” Jonah exclaimed, clapping that he got it right.

“You got it, bud,” TK nodded with a grin.

This is from the third installment - I'll Like You For Always- where Jonah has a small medical emergency and spends a lot of time having TK and Carlos read the book Gwyn read to TK when he was little.

Second installment- Razzle, Mr. Strand-Reyes? - Mother's Day approaches; Tarlos and Jonah get ready to change their last names and TK struggles with missing his mom.

First installment - Little Pitchers - TK doesn't realize how closely Jonah listens to him when driving around.

And in case you're reading these and wondering- what the hell is Owen doing there? I started this fic the day after the finale aired-

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home - Owen is gravely injured on the job of chief in New York and contemplates if he shouldn't have left Austin.

No pressure to read, just tagging people in case they're interested- i'm just very excited to usher in this new era of LS fic - @anewkindofme @laneybishop89 @firstprince-history-huh @kiankiwi @carlos-in-glasses @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-tk @carlossreaders @ssealie @henrygrass @the-126-family @strandnreyes @reyestrandd @paperstorm @afiendishthingynisba @annoyingcloudearthquake @tailoredshirt @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @tailoredshirt @thisbuildinghasfeelings @liminalmemories21 @literateowl @guardian-angle22 @reasonandfaithinharmony @mrs-corrections-78 @lightningboltreader @welcomehometk @welcometololaland @herefortarlos @everlastingday @whatsintheboxmh @eclectic-sassycoweyes @ironheartwriter @rangersoup

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

WIP Wednesday

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An idea for a future/Jonah fic merged with Ranch Fic which I believed I've shared a bit of before. It won't leave my head. Here is a snippet from a chapter in which Jonah starts preschool and brings home a gift in the form a stomach bug they all get to take their turn with. Look how happy the little guy is with himself.

Thus this snippet is also me jumping aboard the Carlos Sickfic train whoo Niz you're still the captain and the driver I'm just joining the ride for a bit! Warnings for descriptions of nausea and a mention of throwing up but no more than those exact words.

He kind of wants to check in on Jonah and TK, wants to say goodbye to Jonah before he leaves for half the day but his eyelids are already drooping and the nausea still sits on the edge of his consciousness. He feels like he has a small window of time wherein if he just moves very little and goes to sleep soon he might be able to skip the next bout of nausea.

His wish is granted anyway as the bedroom door opens, Jonah entering first along with TK’s voice reminding him to be gentle, TK himself emerging last.

“He wanted to show you the dragon he chose,” TK says as Jonah climbs carefully up the bed to sit next to Carlos.

“Hey Jonah," Carlos says, fighting to keep his eyes open as he pushes Jonah’s bangs away from his forehead. He’s gonna need a haircut again soon. “Did you choose a good one?”

“Look!” Jonah says, pulling at the hem of his shirt and puffing his chest out, proudly showcasing the pink dragon on the front.

“Wow, mijo, that’s a really good choice,” Carlos says, making Jonah beam up at TK at the confirmation that they chose right.

“Are you gonna wear your pajamas to work, Carlos?” Jonah parrots TK from earlier. He does that a lot these days. Sometimes it makes him say weirdly wise things that sound way too adult coming from his four year old voice which always makes Carlos laugh.

“Carlos gets to stay home and sleep some more, because he’s sick, remember? Just like you stayed home when you were sick.”

“Did you throw up?” Jonah asks, turning to Carlos with wide eyes. He looks a mix between concerned and intrigued.

“Yeah, but just like you I’ll feel better again in no time,” Carlos reassures with a out upon smile. He hopes he's right.

“Do you want an ice pop?” Jonah asks, remembering that had made him feel better.

“Maybe later,” Carlos smiles at him. “But that was a nice thought, mijo. Thank you.”

Jonah looks like he’s thinking hard trying to come up with something else that will magically heal Carlos. He’s so sweet and caring, just like his brother. TK interrupts him before he can suggest any more remedies, heartwarming as they are.

“Okay, buddy,” TK says. “Time for breakfast I think, so we can get to preschool on time.”

“Can we make omelets?” Jonah asks, sufficiently distracted. Carlos usually lets him ‘help’ when he makes omelets in the morning and Jonah loves being delegated with small but very important tasks.

TK chuckles. “Sure. I don’t know if I can make them as good as Carlos though,” he says. “You’ll have to ask him for the secret ingredient.”

“What’s the secret ingredient Carlos?” 

Another time Carlos will tell Jonah how to make his favorite omelet, but right now Carlos can’t bear the thought of pronouncing the word of any food related item. “Love,” he says instead, ruffling Jonah’s hair, trying not to show that even the act of lifting his arm feels like a tremendous effort. Jonah frowns for a moment before he giggles like Carlos just said a super silly thing.

“Love? You can’t put love in an omelet Carlos!”

“Sure you can,” Carlos says. “You just have to make the omelet for someone you love and that’s how you put love into it.” He doesn’t know where the spontaneous pocket philosophy comes from and he hopes he hasn’t made a mistake in case the omelet TK and Jonah whip up for some reason isn’t to Jonah’s liking.

Kids don’t think that deep, he tells himself. Jonah will probably have forgotten about it in the time it takes them to go from the bedroom to the kitchen. And besides he fully trusts TK’s abilities when it comes to cooking. 

His jumbled overthinking is interrupted by Jonah making his heart grow two sizes and do a little dance in his chest. “Then we have to make some for Carlos too TK! So we can put love in it!”

Unfortunately his stomach seems inspired by his heart to start matching its little dance routine. Thinking anymore about omelets, let alone one being made for him that he has to eat, isn’t helping. He feels his little window of time starting to close as the nausea begins tauntingly closing back in on him. Luckily TK seems to read it on his face. Or maybe he’s just turning visibly green.

“We’ll make some for him to save for later,” he says. Planting a soft kiss to Carlos forehead he tells him “You should try to finish that glass of water though, if you can. I’ll bring you a new one before we leave.”

Turning back to Jonah he says more loudly, "Now, can you say bye to Carlos so we can let him sleep?” to Carlos he says softly “You look ready to, baby.” 

Carlos only hums in response.

Jonah rises up from his knees on the bed, putting him at eye level with Carlos as he wraps his little arms around his neck. “Bye, Carlos. Feel better,” he says before turning back to TK, putting his arms in the air to be lifted off the bed.

Carlos musters his last energy for a sincere “Bye Jonah. I love you,” But Jonah has apparently already moved on, or rather back to discussing what to put into the omelet, beside love.

“And ham,” he says as TK lifts him under the armpits and sets him back on the floor.

“And cheese!” he says, “And eggs and pepper and-” 

“Okay buddy,” TK interrupts quickly, sending Carlos an apologetic wince before quickly ushering Jonah out of the bedroom, as he keeps listing ingredients. 

Once the door is closed behind them, Carlos takes a few steadying breaths, the nausea thankfully retreating back to the peripherals. Having learned to listen to TK when it comes to medical advice, he sips the water until the glass is almost empty before he gingerly lays down, foregoing his own freshly clean pillowcase in favor of TK’s, and pulling their shared blanket up and over his body. He shifts a little to make himself as comfortable as he can and then closes his eyes.

He doesn’t hear when TK creeps in half an hour later to replace the near empty glass of water, or the front door opening and closing as they leave to drop Jonah off at preschool.

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[freneticfloetry]

Oof, I'm rusty, y'all. Been living in FirstPrince Project land for too long. But writing is still happening, bunnies are still breeding, and (I swear) esta noche is almost done. And while I'm trying to wrap that up for good, not to mention pull together this one shot for The Brownstone's current fic event (because, for my damn ADHD, under-the-gun deadlines are my friend), have a bit more of the AU from this post, which — despite the tone of these snippets — still gives me the warm and fuzzies.

Thanks to @heartstringsduet @paperstorm @carlossreaders @whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba and @firenati0n for the tags today. 🥰

Henry shrugs, both his brows pulled together. "So, what, Alex? You assumed this unfortunate thing of me, and now you're bothered because I've somehow proved you wrong?" "I'm fucking bothered because, if you're all those things to everyone else, it means that you're only a dick to me." He watches the words break across Henry's annoyingly perfect face while the rest of him goes eerily still, and hopes whatever light bulb moment this man is currently having is distraction enough to have missed the way that Alex's voice had gone hoarse and pathetic right there at the end. "Sorry to rain on the shiny happy Henry parade," he says, sharper now. "I'd just love to know what I did to deserve being the one person on the face of the fucking planet you are actually an asshole to." Henry sighs, shoulders slumping as if he's both suddenly and eternally exhausted. "You haven't done anything, Alex." "Right." Alex nods, because he knew that, he did — that the span of a smile and an aborted handshake wasn't enough for even him to have done something to incite this level of Do Not Want. "So, just... me in general." There's a puff of air that's almost a laugh, as empty as the smile Henry shoots at the floor. "Quite." Alex shudders as the single syllable cracks through him like a whip. For a second, he can feel the impact of it in his face, the way it falls into stricken, stunned slackness, and can only imagine how it must look. Then he swallows, straightening his spine and smoothing out his features, and tries not to focus on how fast this whole thing had turned. How it had gone from happily calling Henry out to a haunting echo of a childhood past — standing in sandboxes and playgrounds and high school hallways, silently asking Why don't you like me? of everyone who shifted from possible friend to passing acquaintance. "You know what?" He turns on his heel, trying like hell not to seem like he's taking his toys and going home. "Fuck you, Fox."

Tagging in @liminalmemories21 @never-blooms @rmd-writes @orchidscript @three-drink-amy @walkinginland @herefortarlos @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo and @welcometololaland.

[heartstringsduet]

Hello peeps, after a day in the outside world, I'm still playing catch up, but wanted to give the ones who care a snippet of next week's wolf fic. Thanks for tagging me @ironheartwriter @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlossreaders @pimento-playing-hopscotch @everlastingday @carlos-in-glasses

Carlos stalls at the steps of the rig, looking both unbreakable and lost. The scent of his blood mixed with silver twists TK’s stomach. Acid runs up his esophagus and sweat pools under the shirt that got damp despite his rain jacket. 

“What are you standing out there for?” he asks Carlos. “Come in.”

Carlos’ jaw works, his body speaking louder than his flat voice. “Are you sure you want me in there with you?”

A memory of being spread on that very stretcher, only this time by an alpha that his body wants despite what his heart yells. 

“Why? Would inviting you in be dangerous to me?”

“No!” Carlos’ panic is back, as loud as it was when he tried to keep the 126 away from the scene just minutes before. “No, I’d never hurt you.”

TK feels his mouth curl into a cruel smile. He doesn’t have to say anything for Carlos to understand that he’s already broken that promise. They both smell of pain now. There is less satisfaction in it than he assumed there would be.

Twisting to grab the sulfate ointment and dressing, TK orders, “Sit down.” OPEN TAG &

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[ladyknight1512]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @welcometololaland and @heartstringsduet!

This is probably going to be the last snippet shared from the Tarlos vampire fic (now with a title! How exciting!) because I'm so close to the end now that anything I share would give away some pretty big spoilers that I don't want to reveal. But my plan is to begin posting in the next couple of weeks, and to post one chapter a week, so look forward to that.

That seems to settle something in him but he still gestures to the bag of gear sitting by the wardrobe. “You should keep a stake nearby, just in case.”

“There’s no point. My shoulder is too weak to do more than poke you with it. You’ll just need to trust yourself like I trust you.” He tilts his neck slightly. “So? D’you wanna…?”

Carlos’s lips part as his gaze drops to his neck but then he purses them tightly. “Maybe just a wrist?”

“Oh.” TK blushes. “Right.” 

He sticks his right arm out and Carlos shuffles closer, taking it gingerly in his hands. It feels like it should be a solemn moment, and maybe it is for Carlos, but for TK? There’s no non-awkward way to do this. His best friend/hunting partner/maybe-the-love-of-his-life is about to drink his blood. He giggles.

Tagging: @paperstorm @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom and whoever else wants to join in!

[emsprovisions]

Happy Wednesday everyone! I hope everyone being affected by weather or fires is safe and okay 💕 I'm back to working on my secret au this week, so here's a snippet of that!

Carlos manages a tiny smile. “Sorry I was so cryptic. It’s still kind of hard, you know? With the job I have. Austin may be liberal, but Texas is still Texas, and I’m still Latino.”

“Carlos, you know I’m gay too, right?”

Carlos’s eyes snap up to TK’s, his cheeks turning pink. “I did know that, actually,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper.

TK furrows his brows, confused by the weird way Carlos is acting. “Okayyy…?”

“I mean I hoped you were…so I asked Grace and Judd Ryder about you,” Carlos thickly swallows again, his adam's apple bobbing.

TK just stares at him. “You…asked the Ryder’s about me??”

“I…yeah, I did. I had dinner at their place Monday night and asked if they knew anything about you. I’m sorry, that’s probably creepy. I just thought you were really hot,” Carlos cringes.

TK barks a laugh at that. “I mean I have not been able to stop checking you out, which I know is totally inappropriate but, you’re just…” TK trails off, eyes raking over Carlos’s body now. “Completely impossible.”

It’s Carlos’s turn to just stare wide-eyed back at TK. “You…?”

TK nods. “So very much.”

Carlos’s eyes only widen even more. He glances around at all the case files strewn across the table and back up at TK. “Does this conversation breach some sort of part of our contract?”

“Probably,” TK nods, biting his lower lip and dragging it up between his teeth. “We shouldn’t.”

“We shouldn’t,” Carlos agrees, his eyes trained on TK’s mouth.

Exactly two minutes later, TK’s being pressed down into the couch, with Carlos’s tongue buried in his mouth.

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