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[rmd-writes]

Tarlos #21 please!!! <3333 🍋

Sorry this has taken so long, Lemon! I’ve been doing these prompts as drabbles to try and get them done!

21. cuddling in the first morning light

Carlos snorts softly when he sees that TK has migrated onto the edge of Carlos’ pillow, arm outstretched as if he was looking for Carlos. It’s not an uncommon sight; it makes Carlos’ heart thump a little harder every time.

He lifts TK’s arm gently, sliding back into bed, intending to read until TK wakes. TK snuggles into his hip, arm slung across Carlos’ thighs.

He’s distracted though, by the soft morning light dancing across TK’s skin, by TK’s hair tickling his bare belly.

TK kisses his hip, his thigh then looks up at Carlos through his lashes.

“Hi baby.”

[rmd-writes]

Not quite outsider pov but:

Carlos gets bailed up in the elevator by old Mrs Johnson. “Everything okay, dear?” she asks, leaning in as if she’s examining him closely.

“Yes ma’am,” he answers, distracted because she’s interrupted his train of thought about a new possible lead.

“Are you sure? You look … peaky. And,” she glances at him and then to the door. “Oh never mind, I shouldn’t be nosy.”

The elevator door opens and she walks out. “You have a lovely day, and say thank TK for helping me yesterday with that light. He’s a good man, you got lucky with that one.”

Carlos wonders if she’d imagined her pointed tone with that last remark. He hadn’t known that TK had even seen Mrs Johnson yesterday. TK hadn’t mentioned it to him. Though, Carlos realises, he never had a chance, because Carlos worked late last night and TK had already left for work when he woke up this morning.

—

“TK!”

He looks up as he locks the loft door. “Good morning Mrs Johnson, how are you?”

“Better now that I’ve seen you, dear. You’re just who I was hoping to catch. No Carlos this morning?”

TK shifts on his feet, moving the shopping bags to his other hand so he can pocket his keys. “Just me today, he’s, um, working.” He fights to keep the resignation out of his tone.

“Oh that’s a shame,” Mrs Johnson clicks her tongue. “Are you headed to the market?” TK nods. “Would you mind being a dear and picking up those raspberry preserves I love?”

“Sure thing, ma’am.” TK smiles.

Mrs Johnson hesitates before saying, “I know it’s not my place to pry, but is everything okay with you and Carlos?”

Inhaling sharply, TK straightens. The thing is, things aren’t okay, but having their neighbour ask is startling. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that I haven’t seen you together in a long time and he always looks exhausted, poor dear. Plus, you haven’t baked me those cookies that we both pretend aren’t apology cookies for the noise the two of you make in a while.”

TK snorts a laugh and raises a brow at her.

“The walls aren’t as thick as you think.” She winks at him. “I don’t mind, reminds me of being young.”

Hear me out:

Outsider POV from the neighbors who start to worry about Carlos and TK's relationship once they stop needing earplugs to ward against the sexy times sounds on a daily basis.

[welcometololaland]

10 things - 2024/2025 edition

happy new year, everyone! 2024 has been a year of change for me in so many different ways, and i've posted very little fic this year, mostly due to writers' block and time constraints. so, instead of doing the writing round up i thought i'd list 10 things i'm grateful for in 2024 (fandom edition) and 10 things i want to do in 2025 (also, fandom edition). please feel free to make your own if you wish! consider this an open tag 🏷️

2024 - things i'm grateful for (in fandom, in no particular order)

1. my ride or die friends who deal with my self doubt and breakdowns and (being 100% real) paranoia about situations that simply don't exist - @rmd-writes @celeritas2997 , the popcorn squad and others. wouldn't be writing without your support!

2. the writers who have trusted me to beta for them - @heartstringsduet @basilsunrise @rmd-writes i think i'm forgetting some (so sorry if so). michelle, being with you through first aid was such an amazing experience, and i feel so lucky to have seen you develop as a writer!

3. the people who have read my fics and encouraged me including the wip wednesday and seven sentence sunday tags! - i literally would not be anywhere without you. you actually give me life.

4. the friendships i've made on discord with people who just wanna know me for me and share little snippets of their lives - @reyesstrand and @heartstringsduet the little squirrel photos y'all send me are soul soothers for real! @st-elle-ar and @clottedcreamfudge and @lightningboltreader and @birdclowns for the cat pics! @howtosingit for your commentary and spoiler services 💜

5. the grace given to me by @carlos-in-glasses and @actual-sleeping-beauty - you two are so kind and encouraging and tell me all about your knitting projects even when i go missing for weeks on end. thank you for being my friends <3 and i don't even think you guys know you are both my yarn obsessed friends but you ARE.

6. everyone who has trusted me enough to collab with them on projects - the legends on never the same twice, @rmd-writes @strandnreyes. i loved working with you and i hope you had a positive experience! looking forward to more collabs in 2025.

7. the document gremlins, betas and sensitivity readers i've collected this year - @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @celeritas2997 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut ty ty ty ty some of those fics were in danger of being lost forever but we revived them!

8. @she-walked-away for making me laugh with your hilarious posts and olympia2997 who apparently doesn't exist on tumblr but leaves the most unhinged comments of all time on my fics.

9. everyone who has translated my fics or made art or gifs this year! inspired by you and in awe of you! @donghaian @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @guardian-angle22 i know there are more i'm so sorry if i've not listed you here!!!

10. everyone in the various fandoms i'm in who have created brilliant works in 2024! i am inspired by your work more than you know <3

2025 - things i want to do (in fandom, in no particular order)

1. read more, and read more broadly. expand my horizons a bit. read things that are a touch outside my go-to zones just to test the waters. read stuff by new authors!

2. spend time co-writing because that's actually my favourite thing to do. i have some things in the pipeline with a couple of people which i hope work out!

3. finish. the. damn. fic. (eurotrip). IT'S SO FREAKING CLOSE.

4. spend more time with my 2019-2021 beloveds - alex and henry. write more rwrb fic. engage in the fandom a bit more.

5. finish the ring-in 2.0 within 1 month of the LS finale (weep).

6. take one hand off the wheel with fandom relationships - my therapist tells me i need to stop trying to control how everyone feels about me and instead let people show me the kind of friendship they're interested in maintaining. scary because i think i may lose some people along the way but OH WELL WE BALL.

7. worry less about the engagement! god! i need to stop looking so much! *shakes fist at self*

8. write a little more regularly with less word count expectations.

9. learn how to be okay with smaller comments (from myself). sometimes i feel terrible if i don't write a damn essay but sometimes it stops me from reading which is horrible!

10. be a better fandom contributor than i was in 2024 - i think continuous growth is important and i'm always open to feedback (as long as it's constructive and genuine)! my mission is to always make a positive contribution and to make people feel good about themselves, and if i can even do that for one person in 2025, i think i will achieve this goal.

ty for the 2024 wrapped tags @hippolotamus @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @emsprovisions @nancys-braids @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @firenati0n @cha-melodius. you are real ones! consider this a tag back if you would like to do a 2024/2025 10 things edition.

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Game

Tagged by @rmd-writes.  Thank you!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or  tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips

1 - The Knave of Hearts . . . he said he’d steal no more

2 - We were in screaming color (Out of the Woods - Season 4)

3 - Roadtrip Angst

4 - A Secret is a Strange Thing (x Nancy, Gwen, Enzo & Owen - and eventually Paul, Mateo, Tommy, Judd & Grace, but I don’t have files for them yet)

5 - The one where Eddie (911) and Carlos (LS) were each other’s first kiss with a guy & there’s soccer camp

6 - America’s Sweetheart

7 - the one where the 911 (original) crew are all librarians

Ask me about my WIPs.

and tagging, hmm, @ramblingdisaster73, @cinnaluminum, @iboatedhere, @welcometololaland, @extasiswings, @hattalove, @ravens-words

[rmd-writes]

Literally the first thing I thought about when I saw the suspenders except that…

TK didn’t wait til the end of the night, it’s obvious from the stills that they’ve lost their bow ties somewhere between the ceremony and reception and you cannot tell me that TK didn’t haul Carlos into some room by the suspenders after Nancy promised to buy them some time (“you’re so gross, go be gross somewhere else, dude, I’ll cover for you” when she sees the way TK is eating Carlos up with his eyes and has his hands underneath the suspenders) only to untie his bow tie, undo his shirt and slide the suspenders down his shoulders and drop to his knees, looking up at the most beautiful sight of his husband staring down at him, love and lust in his eyes as TK’s lips are stretched around him.

Elsewhere at the venue, Andrea has noticed that they’re missing and is asking everyone if they’ve seen her sons. Nancy ropes Marjan into helping her, except Grace and Tommy notice the shenanigans and sigh heavily. It’s Tommy who knocks on the door because everyone else refuses to, “TK don’t make me come in there but if you two aren’t out here in two minutes, I will get someone to break down this door because Andrea is on a rampage about starting this reception on time.”

They exit, bow ties lost to the floor of wherever they were, glowing and unable to stop smiling stupidly at each other.

Paul holds his hand out to Marjan who slips him $5 because Paul won the bet about how long it would take for TK and Carlos to sneak off and get busy at the wedding.

don’t think about TK sliding those suspenders off of Carlos’ shoulders at the end of the night… don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t—

[doublel27]

WIP asks game: Rules are as follows. post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips!

Thanks for the tags @stereopticons @embeddedinmybrain @detectivecarlosreyes @reyescarlos @reyesstrand @detective-giggles @lilythesilly @ravens-wordsds

I see y’all and I am so glad y'all are interested in what I’ve got going on. I’ve got some time today and therefore my WIPS get some time (This is a "curated" list of what I can realistically think about. I regret everything):

911 LS:

3x14 Carlos Cow Eyes (it’s so close y’all)

Bodyguard AU

held me up when i was down (extended)

thinking about love or i still own the ghost of you

3x14 coffee

5+1 Loft

TK Gwyn conversations

Carlos and the PTA

3x13 Coda

Tk discovers the wigs

Strand Reyes family dinner

Canon Divergence Judd/Grace

Owen Phone Calls 

Judd Ryder: Girl Dad - Bullies

Schitt’s Creek:

Ted & Alexis Do a TikTok (S2/3 + Post Canon)

Olympics AU

6.12 Coda

Rose Video Meet Cute

Ted Alexis Door 

Tagging 19 (Yikes) Please feel no pressure to do this, especially if you've already done it or if the state of your WIPs cause you stress (Unlike Patrick Brewer, I don't want to cause any more stress to your day): @beautifulhigh @rmd-writes @marjansmarwani @morganaspendragonss @tailoredshirt @missgeevious @blackandwhiteandrose @reyeslonestar @mostlyinthemorning @weathereyehorizon @rafael-silva @lire-casander @maxbegone @kiras-sunshine @alilypea @djdangerlove @isastrxnd @sullymygoodname @moviegeek03

If you HAVE done this recently and still want asks on your fics, send me in that direction, and I will go do that quickly.

[rmd-writes]

15 for Tarlos 💜💜

sorry for the delay, Anne! You've probably forgotten you even sent me this prompt 🙈

15. absentmindedly massaging each other

Carlos nuzzles TK’s hand, not unlike Buttercup when he wants a pat. “Mm, don’t stop.”

TK looks down, puzzled until he realises that he’d been carding his fingers through Carlos’ hair. He hadn’t noticed he was doing it, too engrossed in the movie while Carlos was half-asleep in his lap. Carlos rolls onto his belly, pressing a kiss to the bare skin above TK’s knee. 

“More please,” he mumbles.

TK obliges, because he can’t say no to his husband, raking his fingers through soft curls gently before applying more pressure to his scalp as Carlos hums happily against his leg.

[rmd-writes]

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

[rmd-writes]

okay but I was talking to some friends about this and we decided that TK is the partner who always says he doesn’t want what Carlos is ordering for himself then steals it off Carlos’ plate anyway. And on this occasion (similar to what anon said), he insisted he wanted to try something new and Carlos knew it wasn’t going to end well so he ordered something for himself that TK would actually eat when they inevitably swapped:

Carlos knew this would happen. All he wanted to do was eat lunch with his fiance so that they could actually see each other during their waking hours. Instead, he's listening to Owen ranting about ... something Carlos isn't really paying attention to, because TK keeps stealing his food instead of eating the food that he'd ordered.

"I wanna try something new, babe," TK had declared. "I can handle the spice."

Carlos was sceptical, but he ordered the food TK asked for anyway, changing his own usual order to something his fiance would actually eat.

TK managed about four bites of his own food, before he started sneaking bites from Carlos' lunch box when he thought he wasn't looking.

"I know what you're doing."

"What?" TK shrugs, smiling at Carlos.

"Don't bat your eyelashes at me. I can see you stealing my food. Do you just want to swap if that's too spicy for you?"

"I can handle the spice!" TK says, taking another bite to prove his point, then drinking a suspicious amount of water to wash it down.

"TK."

"I'm fine!"

“We can swap, I already said that."

"But I don't need to, it's fine!"

Carlos watches TK suffer through a few more bites, emptying his water glass to do so, and sighs. Without a word, he switches their lunch boxes.

TK rolls his eyes, but Carlos can see the way the corner of his mouth ticks up to hide his smile.

"You're welcome by the way."

Thinking about the possibilities of why Carlos is eating from a to-go box with tk name written on it

- Just like how TK is Carlos personal shopper, Carlos is TK personal food digester too. Food that TK can’t finish goes to Carlos. Perks of having a boyfriend/fiancé who can eat a lot (“he usually eats like 6 times a day” do those include eating unfinished food from TK too?) #NoFoodWasteCouple #sustainability

- TK can finish his food but he just want to let Carlos try his food too

- There’s no personal food digester involved here, they just like to exchange food and taste the best (or worst) of both worlds

- 126 writes names on the to-go boxes to prevent confusion of who it belongs to, but when it comes to Carlos/TK it doesn’t matter which box they get, those two are gonna end up mixing or switching their food anyways

- Lightweight TK accidentally got something that’s too spicy for him so Knight in shining armour to the rescue (and probably got a few glares/“shut up~~” for teasing him being a lightweight)

- None of the above, Carlos wants all pieces of TK and that includes his to-go box

Can I add to this already excellent list:

Carlos doesn't trust food made by someone else after what Sadie did so if he personally hasn't prepared what TK is about to eat, he has to test it first to make sure it hasn't been dosed or poisoned

[rmd-writes]

Tarlos + 22 for intimacy prompts! 💗💗

I’ve assigned each prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! If you’ve sent me one, I promise I will get to it!! 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 💖

Thank you for the prompt Christine!

22. Hiding their face in the other’s neck

TK rests his arms on the railing and looks out over the rolling green Tuscan hills, the fading late afternoon light spilling across the landscape painting the sky in shades of orange and pink and gold. 

Behind him, Carlos is still asleep, taking a rare afternoon nap. He’s never been one for naps, but between the jet lag and the feast they’d had for lunch, they’d both fallen asleep when they got back to their villa. 

TK woke first, only getting out of bed when his full bladder forced him out, moving quietly so as not to wake his sleeping husband. He takes some photos of the view and texts them to his dad, to Enzo, to the Catan crew group chat then slips his phone back into the pocket of the pants he’d pulled on to come outside. In retrospect, they’re Carlos’ pants. 

It’s beautiful here and TK feels at peace. Maybe it’s the location, or the fact that they’re on vacation. Or maybe it’s that after five years of marriage, after all the years of grief, loss and heartache before that, he and Carlos are in a good place now. They know each other better, know when to give each other space and when to push. They know how to love each other more fully.

“So, it wasn’t enough that you stole half of the food off my plate, but now you’re stealing my pants too?” Carlos’ voice asks behind him, the last vestiges of sleep making him sound a little husky as he wraps his arms around TK’s waist and presses a kiss to his bare shoulder. 

“Hey baby. Did you sleep well?”

“Woke up because you weren’t there,” Carlos murmurs into his skin. 

TK tips his head back, turning to catch Carlos’ lips in a soft kiss. The angle isn’t perfect, but the moment is. He looks at the view again, sighing when Carlos buries his face in his spot on TK’s neck and inhales. 

Carlos nips at his earlobe. “Come back to bed.” He squeezes TK’s ass lightly and then he’s gone.

TK turns and Carlos is almost halfway back to their bed again, beckoning TK towards him with a wolfish grin on his face. He waits until Carlos’ legs hit the edge of the bed then follows, tackling him into the white cotton. 

(you can read my other intimate moments prompts here)

[rmd-writes]

hi! tarlos and 24 please!🥰 love your writing 😊

I’ve assigned each prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! If you’ve sent me one, I promise I will get to it!! 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 💖

Thanks so much nonnie! ☺️

24. Eating from each other’s plates

There’s a moment of quiet as they each take their first bite of brunch, savouring their meals. He and TK are sitting side by side, knees pressed together.

Nancy is watching TK carefully, like she’s not quite sure that he’s really here. It’s not just that, she’s keeping a close watch on the two of them as well. Carlos feels like he’s under close scrutiny.

He can understand it, he supposes. Nancy cares a lot about TK, and after everything – including having to resuscitate him in the field – she’s probably got a vested interest in his well-being.

It’s nice to see them still bicker like siblings. TK had grown impatient at Nancy taking too long to decide what to order, teasing her and threatening to order for her if she didn’t decide. It’s easy for him – he always orders whatever version of waffles is on the menu at their favourite cafe. Carlos has never understood how TK can stomach eating so much sugar for breakfast, because the waffles on offer may as well be dessert.

Today TK is eating cinnamon waffles with caramelised banana, caramel sauce, vanilla ice cream, toasted coconut and almonds and cinnamon sugar. Carlos opted for something much more savoury – corn fritters with avocado and a jalapeño mayonnaise, plus two poached eggs. Nancy had settled on eggs over easy, bacon and toast in the end.

It’s not long before TK’s sneaking bites off Carlos’ plate as they chat easily with Nancy and she fills them both in on some of the wilder calls she’s been on and what the rest of the team has been up to while TK has been on leave. Carlos doesn’t mind. It means that TK is back, that they’re here together, that Carlos somehow got another chance at it all.

“You guys are gross, you know that?” Nancy says, when she realises that Carlos has been cutting bite-sized portions of his food off and leaving them on the side of his plate for TK to pick at.

“I’ll show you gross,” TK retorts before Carlos can say anything, opening his mouth to give Nancy a view of his half-chewed food.

“Dude!” she exclaims, wrinkling her nose.

“TK,” Carlos admonishes but they all laugh.

Later, Nancy frowns when she notices that TK hasn’t finished his food. “Appetite still not back?”

TK looks at her in confusion. “What?” She gestures at his plate. “Oh! No, that’s for Carlos. He likes to eat it at the end because he says my breakfast should be dessert. Right, babe?”

He beams at Carlos, leaning over to press a slightly sticky kiss to the corner of his mouth. When he’s subjected to the force of TK’s happy gaze like this, Carlos isn’t sure how he survived the months apart. Not when the smile that lights up TK’s face and makes his green eyes crinkle at the corners makes something warm and golden bloom inside Carlos’ chest.

He squeezes TK’s knee and exhales. “Right, I don't know how you can eat that first thing in the morning.”

TK smirks and Carlos realises what’s coming.

“Well, babe. This isn’t the first thing I ate today.”

(you can read my other intimate moments prompts here)

[rmd-writes]

Intimacy Prompts: 1 or 18 (or both lol) for tarlos 🥹

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 💖

Happiest of birthdays to you, Brian! I hope you have a fabulous day 🎉🥳 Thank you for the mid-conversation plot bunnies, the fic titles and, of course, your friendship 💖💖💖 hope you like this ficlet x

1. hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder and/or 18. moving closer in bed

“Hey baby,” TK calls.

“Hey babe, how was your shift?” Carlos asks over his shoulder and then listens to the sounds of TK taking his shoes off by the door, dropping his bag on the floor next to the console table and rifling through the mail briefly.

“Long,” comes the reply and TK is there with his arms wrapped around Carlos’ waist and a kiss to the back of his neck.

Carlos tips his head back to kiss TK quickly and says, “Just give me a sec, this will burn if I leave it.”

“I’ll be here,” TK murmurs into Carlos’ shoulder before resting his head on it. “Can we eat on the couch? I’m so tired.”

“Why don’t you go shower and change? By the time you’re done, dinner will be ready.”

“I’m offended that you think I need a shower. Had one at the station before I came home. A patient puked on me,” TK explains.

“Is that what that smell is?” Carlos jokes.

“Hey.” TK pinches his side but Carlos can hear the smile beneath his weary tone.

“Really though, will you feel better if you change into something else?”

“Just need you.”

They eat on the couch, with TK in the corner of the sectional facing Carlos with his feet tucked under Carlos’ thigh as TK tells him about his shift and Carlos opens his laptop on the coffee table to show TK the villa he’d found for their upcoming trip to Tuscany. TK’s eyes light up just like he’d imagined when Carlos shows him the view from the balcony in the master bedroom – a view visible from the bed if the doors are open. He’s just as excited by the secluded swimming pool on the property.

He follows TK into the shower after he manages to spill his tea down his shirt after dinner, and despite TK’s earlier insistence that he was exhausted, it’s not long before Carlos finds himself pressed against the tiles lost in the feeling of TK’s soft lips, the sweep of his tongue and the slide of their wet bodies together.

“You got time to lie down with me before your shift?” TK asks around his toothbrush.

Carlos sticks his head into their bedroom to check the time. “Little bit. No time for round two,” he warns.

“Too tired anyway, babe.”

“That’s what you said when we got into the shower.”

“Ten minutes max,” Carlos says as they climb into bed.

TK yawns. “I’ll be asleep before then,” he insists. “I wanna be the little spoon, c’mere.”

When TK rolls onto his side, Carlos slides in closer, tucking his knees up behind TK’s knees and winding an arm around his waist. TK takes his hand and tangles their fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of Carlos’ hand before curling their hands into his chest.

“Love you,” he sighs into the pillow.

“Love you too,” Carlos says, kissing TK’s neck.

It’s only a few minutes before TK is snuffling softly and Carlos edges away from him slowly and gets ready for work, pressing a kiss to TK’s forehead before he leaves. Their conflicting shifts mean it’ll be a couple of days before they see each other at home again.

Three days later, Carlos wakes to the familiar weight of TK’s head pillowed on his chest and his fluffy hair tickling his chin.

“Mmm, you’re here,” TK murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Missed you.”

Carlos pulls him over so that TK is lying on top of him. “Missed you too,” he says, before drawing him down for a kiss that’s languid and slow, until it’s not.

If you want a little peek into their Tuscany trip, you can read it here.

(You can read all of my intimate moments prompts here)

[rmd-writes]

tarlos + glitter

Hi Michelle! Thanks for the prompt 💖

Glitter rains down as they dance.  “Fuck,” Carlos mutters. He’s going to be washing glitter out of his curls for months. TK laughs in delight. Carlos doesn’t know whether it’s at his use of profanity outside of their bedroom or because of the glitter, but seeing TK twirl with his arms raised, smile lit by the lights pulsing to the beat of the bass, only makes him smile in return.  His irritation at the glitter doesn’t last. How can it when he has his husband pressed against him, hips matching Carlos’ rhythm, and promises of later whispered in his ears?

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[rmd-writes]

Sending an ask for nice ask day!!

Noticed we have a lot of similar fandom interests -- if David, Patrick, Carlos, TK, Alex, and Henry were to meet, where would it happen? who would get along the most outside of the pairing?

hello! What a great ask! I love finding people who share multiple fandoms, so hello new friend!!! 💖

Believe it or not, this is something I’ve thought about previously, so strap in.

A while back @blackandwhiteandrose wrote a fic (about how David and TK were friends (if you love both characters, you should read this fic, it’s so good) back when David still lived in NYC. Having read it and discussed it with BWR later, I wholeheartedly agree that they were friends who lost touch after TK moved to Austin. Not immediately though - you know in s1 of SC how David is always on the phone texting? We know that his NYC friends were mostly assholes, so who was he texting? TK.

TK probably got a new phone or deleted all of his NYC contacts when he moved to Austin, so he lost David’s number then too. But maybe he’s scrolling Instagram one day and comes across Alexis’ account or the Rose Apothecary account, or maybe Nancy is laughing hysterically at Moira’s accidental live stream of the conversation about David’s oopsie-daisy and eventually TK gets back in touch with David. They’re both happy now, really happy. Deeply in love, safe and content with who they are as people, happy.

Patrick suggests that he and David make the trip to Austin and David can catch up with TK while they’re there. (There’s probably some kind of sportsball game Patrick would want to watch, idk).

I’m taking liberties now, but bear with me. While they’re in Austin, they go to a restaurant and there’s a fire. Please go read @missgeevious’s absolutely hysterical fic to find out what happens.

Once Patrick gets over his mortification (it’s short lived, David won’t allow it, there are food trucks to visit and proper bbq to be had), they go with TK and Carlos on a tour of Carlos’ favourite food trucks and end up at Franklin’s BBQ, which David wanted to go to because he read about it in an article about FSOTUS.

Carlos raises a brow at David’s seeming insistence on wearing sweaters in the Texas heat, but he’s glad it’s not actually summer or TK might need to put his paramedic skills to work on his friend. There’s a moment when Carlos catches Patrick’s eye as their respective husbands are chatting loudly and gesticulating wildly and there’s a fond resignation in Patrick’s expression that he recognises. One that says, “sometimes I can’t believe that I chose him but I’m so glad every day that I did.” Carlos feels that way about TK too.

When they make it to Franklin’s the line is long and Carlos notices the presence of private security officers in suits - unusual for somewhere like Franklin’s. The reason for it becomes apparent when they realize that Alex, Henry, Nora and June are ahead of them in line. They’d come to Texas for a long weekend at the lake house. It’s David who recognises them first - Alexis used to have a giant crush on Prince Henry, she’d met him once before at a party on a yacht (Pez dragged Henry to the party), and in the way that only Alexis can, had come home and huffed that Henry must not be interested in women, “because, David, he, like, barely even looked at me and I was wearing that sparkly Balenciaga!” (Little did she know that she was correct. “I knew it!” she proclaimed when news broke of the emails, before she’d gone all teary eyed once the enormity of what had happened to Alex and Henry had hit her).

Turns out that the world is both too big and ridiculously small - Carlos and June had taken a class together at UT, even worked on a group assignment together. When June comes over to say hi to Carlos, they end up all sitting together: David, Patrick, TK, Carlos, Alex, Henry, June and Nora. They share their food and laugh so much and more than one other patron does a double take at the ridiculous level of hotness sitting at their tables.

David gets along surprisingly well with Nora - she reminds both him and Patrick of Stevie, in a way. Carlos and Henry become fast friends and it’s not long before he and Alex are talking in Spanish about their favourite foods as well. David, TK and Alex - in an uncoordinated attack - separately try to steal food off their respective partners’ plates only to be met with loud protests, followed by triumph, because their partners never really say no. There’s laughter when they realise what’s happened simultaneously around the table.

They sit there talking and laughing and eating until they realise that the sunlight is fading and they’ve been there for hours now, simply enjoying the company and revelling in feeling happy, and safe, and free.

[rmd-writes]

smutsgiving 2023 (tarlos edition)

What is smutsgiving you might ask? You can click that link to see where this started last year, but essentially it’s a drabble challenge: write 100 words of smut and share it on American Thanksgiving, for a treat.

The tiles are cool against TK’s forearms, a contrast to the steam enveloping him, to the flames licking up his spine.

The duelling sensations are drowned out by the press of Carlos’ soft lips, the sting of his teeth as he maps the path down TK’s back.

Carlos’ big hands skate down his sides, over his hips, to cup his ass. TK anticipates it – Carlos has been teasing him for what feels like hours – and yet the first drag of his warm tongue has him gasping.

Later, he murmurs against TK’s skin. “Can you come just like this, babe?”

“Please.”

(If you want more smutty Tarlos drabbles, when I did this last year, I ended up writing an entire fic in 100-word drabbles. You can read Soon here on ao3)

[rmd-writes]

hello dear beloved rae ❤️💜

@welcometololaland and i would like to submit a super special custom kiss prompt. pretty pretty please with a cherry on top, can you write for us:

tarlos - kiss in a tack room

(and because it's us, a dash of 🔥 would be very welcome)

cannot believe this has been sitting in my inbox for over a year 🫣🫣 but it’s @welcometololaland’s birthday so I thought I’d finally write this custom kiss prompt for you both 💖

It’s a wonder TK survived. Following Carlos on horseback for an hour, watching his perfect ass bounce in the saddle and the way this thighs flexed underneath his jeans as he moved was the most exquisite torture. Not to mention the way he steered his horse with just one hand on the reins, leaving the other to gesture to TK and point out various landmarks on the trail that TK is sure he was supposed to be paying attention to but all of his brain power was being sucked up by the dual forces of the sight of his husband riding a horse very competently and trying not to fall off his own horse in the process.

It was worse than watching Carlos steer the Camaro with one hand which always tempts him to offer Carlos road head even though it’s impossible in the Camaro. Not for lack of trying though.

Now though, TK’s been forced to watch Carlos take the tack off the horses, his flannel shirt discarded due to the heat leaving him in a tight white tank top and jeans that hug the curves of his thighs. In short, Carlos looks like a walking wet dream and TK is struggling.

“You know, you could help,” Carlos says drily, lifting a saddle off Snickers.

“And give up the view?” TK quips, waggling his eyebrows.

Carlos only shakes his head and carries the saddle to the rack room. TK follows him and as soon as Carlos has places the saddle on the rack, TK pounces.

“You are impossible,” he pronounces, hands firm on Carlos’ hips as he walks him backwards towards the door and pushes him into it.

“TK, this is the tack room.”

“And?” TK makes his lack of concern about their location clear by sucking lightly at the tendon on Carlos’ neck, feeling smug when he elicits a low groan from him.

“We can’t do this here.” Carlos protests weakly.

TK’s hands are already underneath Carlos’ tank top as he kisses him, demanding Carlos open to him with the press of his tongue and shoving a thigh between Carlos’ legs, kissing him until his head spins.

“If you don’t want to do this, we can stop,” TK says, pulling back for a moment, but Carlos is already rocking against his thigh and TK knows that he’s won.

“We don’t have long,” Carlos warns, tipping his head back against the wooden door.

“Sounds like a challenge, babe.” TK smirks, unbuttoning Carlos jeans and then sinking to his knees.