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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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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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Here's a bit more from "What's in a Name"—
"What's that?"
Carlos glances at his rearview mirror to see Jonah tracing something along the air with his finger pointed towards the window. When he looks out of it, he is met with the waxing crescent moon smiling down at all of them from across the grass field.
"That's the moon."
"It's looking at me." There is a slight frown to his voice like he's not sure how he feels about that.
Carlos hums, a smile on his lips and a soft chuckle from TK in his ear. "Yeah, I guess it is."
"Why?"
"Why?" Carlos purses his lips as Jonah exclaims a 'yeah' that gets lost to the hum of the engine and the tranquility of the night. He tries to come up with an answer to something he doesn't actually know with something that he knows is true.
Instead his searching eyes lock with TK's for just a moment. His green eyes sparkling in the moonlight like stars, soft and mirthful and fond, in that way that only happens when he's looking at him and is thinking he's found his way home.
He finds his answer.
"Because it loves you, baby."
"It does?"
"Of course it does." Carlos spares a glance to Jonah again, now straining against his seatbelt, hand splayed out as if reach out to touch moon. "There's so much to love."
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your blorbo sucks
indeed! not only does he suck, he also swallows
Milchick all season: clearly on the edge of an epiphany about his involvement with lumon and whether this all really is worth it
Also Milchick: realizes if he leaves he won’t be able to do his big dance number that he worked so hard on
these are the guys who lick your clothes clean when you put them in the dishwasher
washing machine
WIP WEDNESDAY
i believe this is my first time posting this fic on wip wednesday!
“Can I be like you when I grow up?”
TK frowns. He doesn’t want Jonah to ever be anything like him. He swallows, “how do you mean?”
Jonah twists, looking up at his older brother with wonder in his dark eyes. His mothers eyes. His palm lands against TK’s, near his camera. “You’re cool, and people like you.”
TK sighs, and even with the lack of correct pronunciation, he understands.
“Jonah, you are already cool. And Charlie likes you, I love you.” He lightly tickles his stomach, “you can be whoever you want to be. You can be Jonah Robert Strand.”
Jonah grins, “whoever I want?”
TK nods, squeezing him tightly. “Whoever you want.”
“TK?”
TK inhales sharply and looks over his shoulder at Carlos. His hair is still damp from the shower they shared when they got here. Now, TK is in a pair of his own shorts that he left here last time he slept over and one of Carlos’ hoodies as they prepare a batch of soup. “Sorry, what?”
Carlos studies him for a moment, likely able to tell that his head isn’t totally here. “I said you can add that to the pot when you’re done.”
TK looks down at his half-chopped onion. Apparently he stopped cutting when he zoned out, which is probably for the best. “Oh. Okay.”
TK turns his body around, squared up to his cutting board again, but he feels Carlos step up behind him. Then, a hand lands on his hip. “Something bothering you?”
“No,” TK mumbles as he starts chopping again.
He doesn’t want to get into it right now. They’re having a nice time. Carlos put on some music and there’s the scent of Italian sausage browning in the pan and TK doesn’t want to spend all of their time together thinking and talking about work. He starts dicing again, trying to make up for lost time so the onion can still get added when it’s supposed to.
“You’re a little spacey,” Carlos teases lightly, and TK frowns. He’s not meaning to be. He just can’t help it.
He looks over to Carlos, those big brown eyes filled with such concern. “Sorry, I—”
A sharp sting erupts on his thumb and TK hisses, the knife clattering to the cutting board. He looks down just in time to see deep red blood bubble to the surface and then Carlos is there with a towel, covering it and putting on pressure.
“Come on,” he urges. “Bathroom.”
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Place of origin: Colombia, Calima Region
Period: Ilama Period
Date: 1500 B.C.-A.D. 100
Medium: Ceramics
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