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For TK, La Grange is a place of the past. He’d gladly never return to his middle-of-nowhere hometown if it weren’t for one small problem: his husband. One he hasn’t seen in nearly a decade. A short trip home to sort out the divorce—in order to prepare for a second marriage—proves to be a little more complicated when TK starts to remember just how much of his heart is left in Texas.
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Hello!
I love your canon divergence/what if fics!
You always add a really interesting layer to Tarlos’ story!
Have there been any that you considered writing but didn’t proceed with?
thank you!!
I’ve definitely talked about a bunch here and there, but most recently I remember thinking about one where TK comes to Texas much earlier. Carlos is in a relationship with Iris and he doesn’t know he’s gay, but that new firefighter with the watercolor eyes makes his stomach hurt
actually what's the worst thing a doctor has said or done to you
thank you @carlossreaders @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet for the inspiration saturday + seven sentence sunday tags <3
some sentences from grief group au as i (hopefully) wrap up editing
“I’m angry,” Carlos yells, and it hurts his throat, ragged and dry. He feels sick. “Why?” TK asks. Carlos can tell he’s not asking because he doesn’t know. He’s not sure if that makes him feel better or not. “Because he’s never gonna come back. Because–” Carlos’s breath hitches and he lets out a broken sob. He feels TK’s hand on his back, but he’s shaking too hard for the touch to properly register. His vision is blurry and his face is wet. “This is all I have left of him.” Half-hearted platitudes and unanswered questions. Too much silence. Gaps he’s supposed to fill in, supposed to know how to fill in, when his best guess is a coin flip. Maybe his dad knew him. Maybe he really understood. Carlos doesn’t know, and it hurts more than anything.
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have been trying to manifest some writing by making some inspo boards so here’s one of the many 💗
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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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“You busy tonight?”
TK bites his lip to keep from smiling. “No, but fair warning that I’m not up for much more than eating and relaxing.”
He hopes Carlos knows he means relaxing as in being on Carlos’ couch or bed, watching a movie or getting each other off. He’s open to either, both, it’s just that he wants to be in one of their apartments, not off doing something. Not that they really do that. They don’t go on dates, they just hang out at each other's places in various stages of undress. There’s usually an orgasm involved at some point, except for that one night they just slept, and TK isn’t exactly sure what they’re doing. It’s not a relationship. That much he’s sure about.
“Come over. I’ll make you dinner and then we’ll…”
“We’ll…” TK eggs him on and Carlos smirks.
“See where the night takes us.”
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SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY
didn’t have much time to count the angeles so it’s definitely over seven haha
“Dude, are you okay?” He looks up from where he had been spraying an unnecessary amount of lysol onto a lightswitch.
Nancy gives him a weird look, and he apologizes. “Sorry, I’m a little distracted.” He smiles at her in hopes to calm her worries before he grabs the mop, covering the floors in soapy water.
“It’s okay.” She replies, and for a moment, it’s silent. Until she speaks again. “We should hang out sometime. After work, out of these uniforms.”
He looks up at her, finding a gleam in her eyes. He nods, “that would be fun.”
Thank you for the tag @annoyingcloudearthquake @ironheartwriter and @nisbanisba 🩷
From BF fic, coming soonish, with a chapter a week in April...
“Now I know my ABC!” Jonah booms, “Won’t you sing along with me! Take it away, Cawos!”
Suddenly, both of the papas are laughing a lot and Jonah doesn’t know why, but he likes it because he has clearly pleased them.
“Take it away, Carlos,” TK repeats, his hand pressed over his heart as he appears to flop a little in his seat. “Where does he get these things?”
“I don’t know,” Carlos chuckles, wiping a tear from his eye as he straightens his shoulders and keeps his focus on the road.
Last week, Jonah had told TK he was, “Laughing like a drain,” when he was merely giggling at a podcast.
These wonderful phrases he picks up from the world around him.
And yes, they’ve had to scold him for saying dammit and bullshit a couple of times, but also Carlos was to blame for him parroting those, so he got a scolding too and put $5 in the swear jar.
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Congrats on the finish of “you’re still the one.” It was a wonderful story ❤️ when I read the line about Carlos calling Gwyn it immediately made me think of a particular line from a Noah Kahan song.
don’t let this darkness fool you.
All lights turned off can be turned on
I’ll drive, I’ll drive all night
I’ll call your mom
If that isn’t Carlos for TK in this fic idk what is.
yeah it really is 🥺🥺🥺
that’s such a good comparison I hadn’t thought of that !!!
Some sentences from the NYC spring break AU. Fran said it needed more cats
At TK’s insistence, they stop at the bodega on Gwyn’s block.
“Carlos, you have to try the chopped cheese here.”
“Convenience store sandwiches?” Carlos asks, skeptical.
“Come on, you’re the one always talking about the food trucks in Austin! I gotta show you what New York has to offer,” TK grins. Catching a glimpse of something behind Carlos, his eyes light up. “This is the best part, come on.” He tiptoes back to an aisle containing candles, off-brand Windex, ancient-looking cans of pigeon peas, and an orange and white cat with a bottle-brush tail. “Hey, gorgeous,” TK coos, and Carlos falls a little more in love with him. The cat preens and rubs its head against the shelves, then against TK’s knees as TK drops to a crouch beside the animal. It purrs, arching its back as TK strokes it. “Ginger,” says TK, “I want you to meet my boyfriend Carlos. Carlos, Ginger.”
Carlos squats down. “Hi, Ginger,” he says, offering the cat his fingers to sniff. The cat rubs its face on Carlos’s knuckles, and Carlos obligingly scratches underneath her chin. “She’s nice,” he says. “She doesn’t have fleas or anything, right? Is it okay that there’s cats in a place where they serve food?”
TK waves a hand. “She’s a bodega cat. If she weren’t here, there’d be rats. And of course she doesn’t have fleas. Fouad takes good care of her.” His face turns thoughtful. “Do you think I could be a vet just for bodega cats? Do you think that’s a job?”
Carlos smiles. “If it is, I bet you’d be great at it.”
