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Hello! I’m Cig, Tarlos is my OTP, and I’m happy you’re here, so please feel free to say hi! I’m carlos-in-glasses on Ao3.

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TK swoons when he discovers a sentimental scrapbook full of notes he and Carlos have left for each other – but he also unearths a book of poems that closeted teen-Carlos wrote about his struggles, including a few dedicated to his high school crush. An adorably mortified Carlos recalls the stir he caused when he was published anonymously in the high school paper, and everything he went through to write his wedding vows for TK years later. With TK as a hype-man, maybe Carlos can embrace his creative side again.

Chapter 1 - Love Heart: The day after TK and Carlos’ first wedding anniversary, TK is sent home from work sick. Back at the loft unexpectedly, he makes a surprising discovery about Carlos.
Chapter 2 - Club Can't Handle Me: In 2011, sixteen-year-old Carlos is both in the closet and in his high school’s wrestling team – and it’s all a bit too much. Perhaps against his better judgment, he turns to poetry and makes a decision that will change his life.
Chapter 3 - Crossroads: Daydreaming about his wedding vows mid-drive, Carlos gets pulled over for a traffic violation – and Gabriel isn’t happy. Reunited with TK, Carlos might be lost for words, but he finds another way to express his love and desire.
Chapter 4 - The Wrestler: Carlos’ poems are published – and he quickly learns there’s no putting the genie back into the bottle.
Chapter 5 - A Gay Fantasia: In the aftermath of being abducted by a serial killer, Carlos reflects on recent events and resumes work on his wedding vows.
Chapter 6 - La Tormenta: Carlos is devastated when Scott gets a girlfriend, and he finds himself in another snowballing situation.
Chapter 7 - Soulmates: When TK has a Huntington’s disease scare, Carlos finds he knows exactly what to say. But will it help him with his writer’s block when it comes to his wedding vows?
Chapter 8 - Man of Mystery: It’s the day of the Lake View High School Talent Show – and will the real Shadow Poet please stand up?
Chapter 9 - Crush: In 2011, it’s make or break for sixteen year old Carlos at the talent show. In 2024, TK becomes the hype man Carlos had needed over a decade ago.
Chapter 10 - From Behind: A couple of weeks before the wedding, Carlos is still working on his vows when a deeper rift develops between him and his dad. In 2012, seventeen year-old Carlos is spiraling after coming out to his parents.
Chapter 11 - The Other Wrestler: TK decides to lift Carlos’ spirits by learning how to wrestle.
Chapter 12 - Carlos Reyes Will Be Okay: At Gabriel’s funeral, Carlos regrets saying no to reading a poem in tribute – but during the wake, he finds himself under a whole new pressure. Later that night, he realizes the vows he’s worked so hard on for TK cannot be spoken yet.
Chapter 13 - The Closet: Despite some good news, Carlos ends up in the doghouse with his mom and with TK.
Chapter 14 - Once in a Blue Moon: Reeling from his confrontation with Andrea, Carlos seeks advice and admits a secret.
Chapter 15 - Raining on Prom Night: In May 2012, chaos erupts at Carlos’ senior prom.
Chapter 16 - Tyler Kennedy Strand: The wedding day arrives, and Carlos finally gets to recite his vows to TK.
Chapter 17 - Shadow Poet: Carlos attends his poetry reading with TK by his side and some important people in the audience – but will he actually perform this time?

“I was just remembering–” Carlos says, “The first time you stayed for a while after one of our hookups. It was, like, the third time we hooked up, I think. I asked if you wanted tea and cookies and you looked at me like I’d said the weirdest thing ever.”

TK’s exhausted, puffy face breaks into a dazzling grin. “You were being such a Boy Scout.”

“But then you said yes and you ate half the cookie jar.”

“You called me the Cookie Monster.”

“That was the first time I really made you laugh.”

“Tea came out my nose.”

“It was beautiful,” Carlos says, pausing then to qualify: “Your laugh.”

TK gazes up at him, his clear green eyes large and shining. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“The first time you made me laugh was when we were dancing at the honky-tonk.”

“Hey!” TK swats his arm. “I was trying my best!”

“You were so goofy,” Carlos chides. “I just loved it. I loved you.”

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what's up wip wednesday

hello, it's me! a person who has not written anything in a month 🤡 so today i humbly offer you a crochet wip update! i'm currently trying to get this baby blanket done for a friend before i see her next week, and i'm about halfway through so i've definitely got quite a bit of crocheting to do this weekend 😅

i'm not suuuper happy with it if i'm totally honest because it keeps shrinking on me (even though i've already restarted and made it bigger already), but i'm just trying to push through and trust the process and hope that she likes it in the end.

as for what i've been up to, i was travelling for a good chunk of march, and only just got back about a week ago from seoul, south korea, where i had the best time eating all the food, drinking iced americanos, and shopping 💜

open tag & no-pressure tagging a few people under the cut!

Anonymous asked:

Hello!

Do you think TK and Carlos have any guilty pleasures?

I’m guessing one of Carlos’ HAS to be donuts 🍩! His guilty pleasure partly because it’s a cliche haha

Hey there! We do indeed see Carlos getting very excited about a cronut, which is a donut-hybrid, and we know he picked up donuts for his 126 pals, so this checks out and has my full support!

Tbh I haven't really thought much about *guilty* pleasures, but now that I am....we see TK eat some ingredients Carlos is prepping a meal with. Maybe he always does that because he thinks Carlos' meal prep tastes just as good as the meal. And he likes it when Carlos eventually swats at his hand. I also think TK loves to listen to the emo music of his youth. For Carlos, he loves a bubble bath. TK does too. And the bubblier, the better. But I think Carlos is particularly into it, and likes to light candles and use very fancy bath soaks. Also they have a two-man dildo.

This is from chapter 1 of BF Fic, which I think I'm going to start posting on Monday...
In which TK needs some comforting...but may end up having to provide some himself:

“I’m such a mess,” TK laughs without smiling. “Must have been a real treat coming home to this.”

“Hey. No. Look at me,” Carlos commands softly, even though TK is pinned beneath him and can do nothing but. Running his fingers through his husband’s floof of hair, Carlos goes on, “You are more beautiful to me today than ever before.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s true though.”

“It’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“I’m a mess. The house is a mess. I couldn’t get Jonah settled, so I couldn’t really unpack and start making things nicer. We have peeling wallpaper. Weeds growing in the gutter. The porch roof–”

“I’m going to fix up the porch!” Carlos declares grandly, for some reason deepening his voice. “That’s a me job, okay?”

“And I found three snails in the downstairs bathroom, so they’re getting in somehow.”

Carlos rises up from TK slightly, hovering over him. In a much smaller voice, he says, “Snails?”

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wip wednesday

*taps mic* so it's been a while hasn't it? i have a lot going on right now (i'm two semesters away from having a bachelors!!) but i recently started writing again, and i decided to retcon agent reyes. soooo, presenting the new agent reyes!

“Do you have a safe house anywhere in London? The CIA built all my aliases that I use in London, so I don’t have a house in the country that isn’t already being surveilled.” Carlos pulls his hat lower on his face, his back to the corner of the coffee shop. TK looks around, scanning the shop with his own eyes before settling on Carlos. 

“Not in London, no. Interpol presence for me is high here, and it was never worth the risk. I have places to hide out for a few hours at a time, like this place, but nowhere to stay long term.”

Carlos sighs, “I might know a place, but we’re really playing with fire by using it. Pa – My field partner, when needed, also keeps a house in London. I know where it is and how to get in, but there is no guarantee that he will not sell us out the moment we trip his safehouse cameras. We’re completely at his mercy – he maintains this outside the purview of the CIA.”

TK scoffs, a small, ugly thing, “Just gotta ask, to clear something up, what’s the name of your field partner?”

Carlos stays silent, not meeting TK’s eyes and taking a sip of the now lukewarm coffee sitting in front of him.

“Right, that’s what I thought. This is really just a one-way street, isn’t it? You keep gleaning information from me, whether it’s about my life or about my kills or the people I work with, but you won’t even give me the name of the guy whose discretion our lives depend on. Great, Carlos, just great. Glad we cleared that shit up.”

Carlos sets his mug down harsher than he intended, coffee sloshing over the side of the mug and forming a ring around the mug. TK fixates on the ring, not looking at Carlos. “That’s because your shit is what got us into this mess in the first fucking place! I was supposed to be in and out, and then you said my stupid fucking words, and then got me fucking red noticed by aligning me with people that you got into bed with. So yeah, TK, you don’t know anything about my life. I have people to protect, and you are not going to fucking shame me for it.”

TK starts saying something, but Carlos is tuning him out, seeing three men enter the coffee shop and split, sitting at Carlos’s 10, 12, and 3. “Shut up, and laugh at something I said.”

“What?” TK looks at him.

“I’m saying something hilarious, so laugh and grab my hand.” Carlos says with a smile on his face, leaving his hand face up on the table.

TK complies, laughing and intertwining their fingers together, leaving a smile on his face. “Carlos, what the fuck is going on?”

“There’s three men, one at our 10, one at your six, and one at our three. Standard threat elimination for MI6, they’re really getting sloppy now.” Carlos leans in, nudging the top of TK’s hat with his own, as if he’s going to kiss him. “PDA makes people wildly uncomfortable, no one’s looking at us now. That group of eight is getting ready to leave, leave a ten bill on the table and grab your backpack.”

Carlos leans back, letting TK finish what Carlos told him to do. As TK stands up and swings his backpack over his shoulder, Carlos says one more thing. “Lean down and kiss me, grab my hand, and walk out with me behind that group.”

What's Up Wednesday

Thank you @alrightbuckaroo for tagging me!

Lately I've been feeling under the weather, but I do still have a few things to share. Last night, I insisted on making this new pasta recipe that my mom wanted to try. It had chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and artichoke hearts. The recipe called for asparagus too but we opted to leave that out. This is how it turned out:

And if you're wondering how attempting to cook while being sick went, well...

My finger made a noble sacrifice 😆 but it was worth it!

In other news, I've also been hanging out with these guys again!

And here's a picture of Max that I took recently!

WIP Wednesday Chapter 5 of the Lone Ranger

Here's the long overdue Chapter Five of The Lone Ranger!

Sam’s work is interrupted by a badge being slapped down on his desk. It reads FBI in big blue letters across the top. He looks up and is met with a friendly smile, a real friendly smile, from the man standing over him. “Hi.” Sam rolls his eyes. “You must be good cop.” The man chuckles, genuinely amused by the remark. “I heard you met Brendick. I’m his better half, Agent Dunn.” The agent extends a hand to him. “I can read,” Sam says flatly, and places the badge into his extended hand instead of shaking it. Dunn seems unphased by the thinly veiled hostility as he returns the badge to his coat pocket, the friendly smile never leaving his face. “I take it you’re bad cop and good cop is the one in the hospital bed.”  “Something like that,” Sam replies, Jones’ threats of putting him on all the tax fraud cases if he doesn’t behave ringing in his ears. He tries to lighten his attitude. “What can I help you with?” Dunn’s smiles fades just a little and he actually looks remorseful about what he’s about to say. “I’m going to need everything you’ve got on the Reyes shooting.” Don’t get reassigned to tax fraud Sam reminds himself. “Everything?” Dunn nods.” ‘fraid so.”

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Hi everyone! Happy Wednesday. Here's a bit from the next chapter of I'm way too good at bad decisions, which I'm not sure yet when it'll be up! I have an interview tomorrow and I'd love some good vibes about it if you can send some my way 💕

“Hey,” Carlos says, aiming for casual as he slides up beside TK at the bar.

“Hey,” TK greets back, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with Carlos’s. “You look good.”

“Thanks,” Carlos’s smile brightens, warmth flooding his belly. “So do you.”

TK looks away, his sultry smile turning bashful at the sign of a compliment. “Thanks,” he says softly. “Are you going to order a drink, or do you wanna dance?”

“Oh, hell no,” Marjan stops the two right there. “Y’all are not abandoning us so quickly. Get a drink Carlos, because I think we’re owed a story. I thought y’all hated each other.”

“Oh that was before the breakfast date and morning hookup,” Nancy purrs, her eyes gleaming. 

“What!” Marjan’s eyes light up as well as she looks between Nancy and then TK and Carlos. “What’s the tea??”

“There’s no tea, Marj,” Carlos groans. “TK and I ran into each other on our run this morning and decided to have breakfast together.”

“That’s not the whole story,” Marjan quirks a perfectly manicured brow.

“Oh, trust me, TK was being an annoying little bitch about the details too,” Nancy quips.

“Holy shit,” TK rolls his eyes. “It’s my business, not y’all’s.”

“No but you made it our business,” Nancy bites back. 

“Alright, alright, how about we order drinks and go somewhere more private,” Carlos says finally. “We all barely know each other, so why don’t we try getting to know each other?”

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You get me early today because I took the day off!

“Jonah, come here for a second,” Carlos says, pulling him to the side. “We’re going to put some more sunscreen on okay?” “No thank you!” Jonah says quickly, trying to dart away. Carlos catches his arm. “This isn’t a no thank you time. You need to put sunscreen on to be safe.” “But I don’t like it!” Jonah whines. It’s the same argument they had this morning, but Carlos knows that if Jonah comes home looking like a tomato, T.K. is not going to be happy. “I know, let’s do it quick so you can go with your class.” Jonah stands stiffly as Carlos squirts some of the sunscreen into his hand and gently spreads it over Jonah’s warm and sticky cheeks. “Okay I’m all done!” Jonah declares after about ten seconds, running to catch up with his friends, white streaks still crisscrossing his forehead. Carlos sighs. At least he tried. 

Tagging @carlos-in-glasses, @henrygrass, @literateowl, @emsprovisions, and anyone else who would like to share!

When Jonah’s dressed in his Bluey pajamas and ready to be tucked into bed, he crawls into Carlos’s lap and demands a reading of The Monster at the End of This Book, complete with all the goofy voices that Jonah and TK have decided Carlos does best.

He makes a game of trying to convince Jonah not to turn the pages, that the closer they get to the end, the closer they get to the monster. Jonah laughs, reaching for the pages and turning them quickly, cackling when Carlos amps up his animated reading, pretending to get more and more panicked about the monster at the end of the book.

He tickles Jonah’s tummy when they get to the final page, eliciting a happy, high-pitched squeal.

“What a brave boy,” he praises. “You weren’t afraid of the monster.”

“He’s a FRIENDLY MONSTER, Papa!”

“You’re right, mijo,” he agrees, kissing Jonah’s head. “It’s just lovable, furry old Grover. Who could be scared of him?”

He allows himself a moment to soak in this new life of his, in his cozy yet slightly impractical home, surrounded by his beautiful family.

He loves the way he feels with Jonah curled in his lap, giggling at his words and clutching at his shirt with a tiny fist. Loves the way Jonah loudly demands more books while TK crowds up next to them on the couch cushion, lightly teasing him and joining in with Jonah’s demands. And he thinks, maybe, he hasn’t fucked up this whole dad thing as much as he feared.

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