hey look! i made a tarlos banner! they're so precious and in love im going to be sick (affectionate)
thanks for the tags @paperstorm and @thisbuildinghasfeelings
also, thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @actualalligator for the tease tidbit tuesday tags, this is me tagging you back if you'd like to share again!! :)
i took a sharp turn from my angsty season 1 tk fic to writing domestic married fluff. <33
this is unedited and ill probably add to this scene. but have a very rough draft friends!!
Carlos was sitting on the couch, reading his romance novel, legs crossed, wearing just a pair of grey jogger sweatpants, with no shirt, glistening, clearly having finished working out not long ago. As he heard the door sliding on the track, Carlos placed his bookmark to save his place and got up to greet his husband.
“Hi, sweetheart, how was your day?” Carlos kissed his husband’s cheek.
TK shrugged, “It was all right. I’m just tired.”
“Are you hungry? Do you want dinner?” Carlos asked.
“Eh not yet. I just want to relax with you.” TK placed a hand on each of Carlos’s cheeks and brought him in for a kiss. “I missed you.”
“You saw me this morning, but I missed you too.” Carlos took TK's hands and intertwined their fingers and led him to the couch. Carlos laid down first and TK crawled on top of him, laid his head on Carlos’s bare chest and nuzzled in, shortly after fading into slumber.
tags under the cut!
no pressure tagging: @reyesstrand @kiwichaeng @strandnreyes @literateowl @safeaswrites @nancygillianmvp @zitasempri @ladytessa74 @honeybee-taskforce @bonheur-cafe @fandomswonderland @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh @herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @jeysbvck @sugdenlovesdingle @firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @vineofroses @inkweedandlizards @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites @reyestrandd and open tag <3
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Big thanks to @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @sznofthesticks @strandnreyes @janto4ev @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @whatsintheboxmh @carlos-in-glasses @goodways @alrightbuckaroo @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @freneticfloetry for the tags! I’m having fun putting a pre-Carlos TK in a situation…👀
The stranger’s expression doesn’t change for a moment, so serious that it shifts something in TK, right there under his skin. He almost looks as though he’s inspecting TK for something, like he’s trying to uncover the truth of him just by staring. TK draws in on himself, shoulders inching higher, arms pressed tightly against his sides, and in the next instant, that serious expression vanishes, is swallowed by an upward quirk of the guy’s lips and a brightening in his eyes — a change so sudden it leaves TK almost nauseas. He drags his gaze away once more, likes it better when he doesn’t have to look at him.
“Um,” he says. “What do you have on you?”
“Nothing on me,” says the guy. “Too risky, you know? But walk with me. Got the car stashed a few blocks that way anyway. Can drive you home after, if you like.” Tension slides through TK like a bowstring pulled taut; nape of his neck to the base of his spine, arching his posture upright.
“That’s okay,” TK says, pushes out a stilted breath. “Think I’ll, um, hit another club or something. Really ride out whatever you give me.” His voice is flat, as colourless as the slush at the roadside, flung listlessly against the lip of the curb by passing traffic, ready to freeze over tomorrow. The guy doesn’t blink, and TK doesn’t draw breath. He’s certain he’s entirely unconvincing.
“Uh-huh,” says the stranger, suspicious until he’s not, until the moment passes and his smile goes wide. He pivots into motion, clapping TK on his freezing shoulder as he passes. “Let’s go, then.”
Maybe TK really does have this guy all wrong.
Open tag 💛 and no pressure tags under the cut.
@birdclowns @carlos-tk @chaotictarlos @chicgeekgirl89 @catanisspicy @detective-giggles @fitzherbertssmolder @herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce @inkweedandlizards @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @vineofroses @safeaswrites @mooshkat @meditating-honey-badger @noxsoulmate @never-blooms @orchidscript @rosedavid @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @sanjuwrites @three-drink-amy @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @welcometololaland and YOU if you wanna play and aren’t tagged
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Lone Star prompt
TK buys Carlos new pajamas (or vice versa)
GO!
Carlos wishes he never came across it.
He wishes a lot of things were different.
Like, why was he such a good person?
Why was he such a good husband? A good friend? A good partner?
These questions only haunt him after he's made the purchase. He didn't even think twice about it. He saw them, thought, "well, how many times do you actually come across the greatest gift you've ever seen?" And then just submitted the order, like he didn't just sign his own death sentence.
And, the logistics. He forgot about the logistics.
And now he's faced with a logistical nightmare of his own making.
"Please, I'm begging you. Just, don't move. This will be painless, I promise." He holds up the little garment like it was going to illicit an actual response.
Instead, Lou II blinks at him and turns his head away like Carlos isn't even there. What a bastard.
"Okay ... okay," Carlos says, mostly to himself. Pep talk of the year.
"I'm just going to ... pick you up." Carlos gulps, then reaches into Lou II's tank and pulls him out. Fortunately, Lou II doesn't seem to mind. Carlos minds, for sure. But, he's made it this far, he can't back out now.
"Okay, buddy. I'm going to put this on you. And you can't get mad at me because this is for your father, okay? Please don't get mad at me."
Carlos slips the yellow piece of clothing over Lou II's head. He seems okay after that, so Carlos carefully maneuvers Lou II's little arms into the sleeves. This is the part he was really hesitant about; Lou II's arms are so tiny and Carlos fingers are so close to biting distance.
"What are you doing?"
Carlos jumps, almost losing Lou II from his grip. "Jesus, TK!"
"Are you holding Lou II?" TK asks, and Carlos really tries to not be offended by the incredulity he hears in his husband's voice.
"Um, yeah — "
"Is he okay?!"
Carlos thinks he himself is more at risk of not being okay, but whatever, it's fine.
"Yes, yeah, of course!"
"Okay ... so what's going on?" TK starts walking toward Carlos to presumably get a better look at Lou II but Carlos can't have that. He's so close to pulling this surprise off, it can't have been for nothing. "No, don't come over here!"
TK stops in his tracks, eyeing the way Carlos is halfway turned toward TK but keeping Lou II out of his sight. He raises an amused eyebrow.
Carlos sighs. "Just, open that first." He nods to a gift bag on the dining room table.
TK's eyes sparkle. "Oh, baby. You didn't have to get me anything."
"Trust me, I'm kinda wishing I hadn't," Carlos murmurs to himself.
"What was that?" TK asks, but he's already tearing into the gift bag so Carlos doesn't answer him.
TK pulls out a yellow silk pajama set that has white buttons up the front of the shirt.
"Wow, these are beautiful," TK says. "Thank you, Carlos. But —"
"Ok, now the next part," Carlos says.
"There's parts — ?" TK says but stops as soon as Carlos turns around with Lou II in his hand, wearing the exact same yellow silk pajama shirt that TK just pulled the larger version of out of his gift bag.
"Oh. My. God."
"Tada," Carlos says with as much cheer as he can muster. This was his idea but he's ready to be out of ideas and never follow through on them ever again.
TK reaches for Lou II and Carlos is happy to hand him over.
"Aw, who's a handsome little boy?" TK coos at Lou II.
And okay, Carlos has never seen anything cuter. TK, not Lou II. Does he wish that his husband was cuddling his face against a dog instead of a lizard? Yes. But he's adorable nonetheless.
When TK looks up again, there's tears in his eyes.
"Marry me."
Carlos rolls his eyes. "TK, we're already married." Chuckling, he wanders back into the kitchen for the next surprise.
"I know, I know. I just can't believe you did this. You hate Lou II."
"I don't hate Lou II. I bought him pajamas."
"Yeah, you did," TK sighs happily. "Why did you do that again?"
"Oh, you know ... just wanted to do something nice for you, is all."
"Oh?"
Carlos hums an affirmative. He used the last of the tissue paper for the first gift bag, so he grabs the remnants of it from the floor where TK had tossed it in his haste to open the gift.
"Carlos."
"Alright, fine. I ... sawanadonfacebook," he mumbles, stuffing the next bag with the already crumpled tissue paper.
"What was that?" TK asks, but he knows what Carlos said because TK knows him, which is very unfortunate. He's never living this down.
"I saw the add on the Facebook, okay? It got me."
TK chuckles, still cradling Lou II like he's a baby. The pajamas don't help shatter the illusion.
"Here ya go." Carlos hands TK the second gift bag.
"Another one? Carlos, you should really ignore the ads, they're just there to collect your data." But TK's doesn't really seem to care about that because he immediately opens this second bag.
What he pulls out shuts him up entirely.
It's another matching set.
"This is a —"
"Yeah, it is," Carlos finishes for him when TK seems to lose the words.
There's a beat of silence.
Then,
"This is the single best thing you've ever done." TK sounds so serious.
"I've literally solved so many cases, saved a lot of lives," Carlos counters.
"Sure, yeah," TK says.
"And, I married you."
"Mmhmm."
"I hunted down that obscure vintage painting for you."
"You did."
"And, this is the best thing I've ever done?"
"100 percent."
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thank you for the tag @sznofthesticks
here’s some of the WIP where I gave tarlos a pet again I’m hoping to have this finished by easter
tags under the cut
He settles the bunny in a shoebox on the end of his bunk, but it doesn’t take long for it to hop across and crawl into his lap.
“Aww, somebunny loves you; I’m sure that’ll be a great comfort when Carlos divorces you for bringing home another pet without asking,” Nancy teases as she appears in the doorway.
“You’re the worst, Nancy.”
“Okay, in that case, I guess I won’t tell you that I saw Carlos’ car out front and that you have about a minute to get your story straight about the rabbit,” She says.
“Can you distract him for a minute?” TK asks, pulling on the AFD hoodie strewn across the bunk's end and carefully stashing the bunny inside the pocket. He can already hear Carlos’ boots on the stairs.
“Too late,” Nancy smirks as she heads out the door toward the stairs. TK hears her greet Carlos as she passes him on the stairs.
open tag and no pressure tagging @fallout-mars @welcometololaland @firstprince-history-huh
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