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we’re not paying enough attention to the ‘stationary’ comment. Carlos isn’t just looking for an anniversary gift, he’s looking for one that goes with the theme of the year. he wants to put in the effort, to show TK that he cares even through something as silly as an anniversary theme. Carlos is on his computer at work trying to create something!! a man who is been shown to be drowning in work this season is planning anniversary gifts on the clock
NOW WALK WITH ME
Carlos with his files and a box? paper!!! his paper gift to TK is making an effort to be more present. Sam’s advice for anniversary gifts did help him, because it showed him what he really wants. to be with tk. to show him he’s here and he loves him
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WIP Wednesday
Okay, we're back in business! I wrote today and it feels good to get back into the groove!
Grateful for today's tags from @jmagnabo92, @kiwiana-writes, @caterpills, @getmehighonmagic, @cha-melodius
@onthewaytosomewhere, @theprinceandagcd, @three-drink-amy @run-for-chamo-miles and the open tag from @lilythesilly
Also sending my love and appreciation for all the tags for all the games while I was out of town! Every notification made me smile and I apologize for not having the spoons to check them all out!
I've got a new WIP (uncreatively titled the beach one) which is for @thebrownstone's summer switcheroo event and will be posting in a couple weeks. I decided to take my prompt down a little childhood friends-to-lovers path and so here's some of the backstory for that!
Henry considered himself lucky to have such a tight knit group of friends. When his parents had moved to Austin for work at the age of ten, he was terrified of starting over and needing to make a new set of friends. Traditionally, he hadn’t been particularly good at that. Pez, his best mate, had stuck to him like glue back in London and everyone else in his classes had seemed uninterested in getting to know him, since his nose was always stuck in a book. When Pez and his parents showed up on their doorstep a couple of months later, Henry was overjoyed - Pez’s mom had been recommended for a managerial position at Arthur’s company and was quickly offered the job, so the Okonjos had soon followed the Fox-Mountchristen family across the pond.
A wide open tag for anyone else wanting to share a WIP - please tag me today, I'm ready to read those snippets!!!
Tags under the cut too, please share if you wish and tag me!
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Thank you to @cha-melodius @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes for the tags! A snippet from the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind au that I’m still in the early stages of.
There’s a woosh of air and a loud thundering rumble as the train pulls into the station, and all of a sudden Alex’s heart is pounding, his breath coming in quick, short breaths. For a brief moment he thinks he may be having a panic attack, but as the train comes to a stop and the doors open he realizes it’s more specific than that, that something seems to have triggered his fight-or-flight response.
Fuck it, his brain says. Flight.
Alex spins on the spot and sprints towards the subway turnstiles, lifting his briefcase up to move back through them as fast as he can and then he’s running across the station, away from the subway and following the signs for the Long Island Rail Road. He has to push past the large crowds of people arriving, folks coming into the city from the suburbs to start their work days.
When he gets down to the platform there is already a train sitting there, a scratchy announcement making the final boarding call. With one last rush and without a care for the destination, Alex sprints forward, leaping onto the train just as the doors close behind him. There are only a few scattered others in the car and Alex finds a seat seconds before the train begins to lurch forward, taking Alex eastbound instead of west, and he can’t help the strange laugh that jumps out of his chest.
Tagging @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @daisymae-12 @inexplicablymine @cricketnationrise @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @firenati0n @welcometololaland @suseagull04 @tailsbeth-writes @wordsofhoneydew and anyone else who would like to join in!
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Thanks for the tags today @duchessdepolignaca03 @suseagull04 @kiwiana-writes and @welcometololaland
With only two proper chapters left (plus the epilogue), we're approaching the final stretch of Foxden Park. On day 6, Alex gets taken on a tour of the estate, there's a storm, some alone time, and then some honest conversations. Somewhat. An attempt is made, shall we say.
Slight schedule change, this chapter is going to be posted on TUESDAY this week by the way!
Side-by-side, at a slow pace, they ride over hills and down into a valley, following along the edges of a stream. Henry points out interesting sights to Alex—here is the spot where his father used to bring them fishing, here is where Henry attempted a jump over a log and fell off his horse for the first time. Over a bridge, through woods, the land of Foxden opening itself up for Alex, just as Henry does. Here are the remnants of a den in the trees, still not quite turned to mulch by the elements; here is where Henry was formed, moulded by this place into the man riding next to Alex, who speaks softly and turns his face up to the sun and allows small glimpses of how wonderful it is to be loved by him, and Alex… Alex drenches himself in it. When he deems they’ve moved far enough away from the house, Henry dismounts and has Alex do the same, leading him into a small clump of trees, where he ties the horses up and then, finally, presses his body into Alex’s. “Oh God,” he breathes into Alex’s neck. “What?” Alex asks, voice shaking slightly.
They're really in it now, peeps.
Tag you're it: @porcelainmortal @tailsbeth-writes @caterpills @faketrex @blueeyedgrlwrites
@indestructibleheart @stereopticons @orchidscript @piratefalls and as always open tag!
Have a good Sunday x
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Thanks @duchessdepolignaca03 and @thesleepyskipper for the tags!
More Divergent AU... Hopefully I haven't shared this snippet yet!
There’s a part of June that needed to figure out how to even tell Nora, too. After all, she’s smack-dab in the middle of Dauntless initiation. June was sure she was being watched like a hawk, her every movement scrutinized by the leaders around her- and from what June’s heard, likely other initiates too. How could she get to Nora without raising any suspicions?
Then she remembered what the next day was, and she knew she had her answer. Now she just needed to make a plan…
I'm early, so lots of gentle no pressure tags for @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @cha-melodius @caterpills @daisymae-12 @everwitch-magiks @emmalostinwonderland @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heysweetheart-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @iboatedhere @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt @pridepages @read-and-write- @smc-27 @ships-to-sail @sherryvalli @thesleepyskipper @tintagel-or-cockleshells @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @theprinceandagcd @welcometololaland @wordsofhoneydew @zwiazdziarka @14carrotghoul and open tag for anyone who wants it!
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Happy Wednesday, everyone! While chapter four of the time loop au is now up, I thought I'd switch it up a little. Here's a snippet from that little something I've been working on every now and then that, again, is not the safest for work:
“I think it might be time to greet our guests,” Carlos murmurs into the shell of TK’s ear.
Despite his own suggestion, he leans down and begins pressing kisses down TK's neck. He can't help it, it looks just so inviting. TK prods, “Do you think they’re up?”
He almost regrets the question as soon as he asks it. If he’s invited a conversation, that means Carlos will need his mouth free for talking, and TK’s neck is starting to get to used to the feeling of his lips again.
“That and then some,” Carlos answers, passively.
He looks up at TK’s response of silence, wondering why the conversation that just started has suddenly stopped. At the sight of TK’s confused face, Carlos continues. “I’m going to wager that Lou II wasn’t the one that was just whimpering ‘Daddy’ for the last who knows how many minutes.”
“You heard it too?” TK asks, his voice trailing off as he rounds off his question, becoming more and more consumed by the way Carlos continues to pepper kisses in every nook and cranny of his body.
“Of course,” Carlos mutters in between kisses, when he comes up for air. “I’m like Peter Parker, it’s my spider sense.”
“It’s Spidey sense, babe” TK corrects while shiver ripples through him as Carlos sinks his teeth into his left nipple. Pleasure masquerading itself as pain, coloring his world with thoughts of lustful red.
“Nerd,” Carlos mutters before sitting up and catching TK’s lips in another kiss. When they pull away, TK's looking at him with stars in his eyes.
“So, does that non-conventional spidey sense tingle when I’m around?” TK's inquiry is filled with a wayward air, implying he already knows the answer.
“No,” Carlos admits as he begins trailing kisses down TK’s chest. He continues further down before stopping himself right above TK's crotch. “But that’s only because I know you’d prefer to call me ‘Sir’," He pauses again. "Or ‘Officer’, when I let you.”
“Speaking of which,” TK begins, hoping that Carlos had a change of heart he hasn’t yet told him.
“Never again,” Carlos interjects, clarifying his stance. He sits up as TK smiles, noticing the way Carlos' face begins to turn his favorite shade of pink. “Not after last time.”
open tag +
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Happy Wednesday everyone 💜 Thank you @tellmegoodbye @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad and @paperstorm for the tag!
Here's a bit from the open mic singer TK and homesick Carlos fic aka the Homesick Hearts fic.
It's embarrassing that he's so drawn to him when he doesn't even know his name. But still, somehow, something about him feels so familiar that Carlos thinks he can map it all out with his eyes closed. The way sweat drips down his temples, the fluid way he'd wipe it away with the flannel falling down his arms when it's cold. The furrow of his brow, the shine of his eyes like sea glass. The way his voice sounds, lips pressed to the mic, the way his voice curls around the words like he owns him.
His lyrics.
How each word feels like it's born from his own heart, like somehow this man has reached inside Carlos' own chest and found every single piece of it he'd kept hidden and held it up to the sun for everyone to see. How all of that doesn't hurt, but rather make it just the tiniest bit easier to breathe.
How?
When he doesn't even know his name.
How can someone be infatuated by the mere idea of someone when they've never even spoken face to face. They only know each other from across the room, across bodies and tables and space— they might as well have been on opposite sides of the world.
And yet somehow.
Somehow Carlos can feel himself draw nearer and nearer to this man. If only to know more about him and hear his own name leave his lips like the lyrics of a song.
Open tag! And tags under the cut 💜
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I'm watching 4x17 at the moment for fic reasons and paused here because that picture of Gabriel and Carlos made me ache all over. (I also love how there's two pictures of Gabriel alone and one is a selfie lol - and then the other picture is just him and Carlos and no other family...) BUT upon pausing I realised I'd never read the 'in loving memory' notice. It says at the end "His legacy will continue to live on through his son's own dedication to public service." And I just find that very very enticing as a small, missable detail. Carlos was already all but buckling under pressure - Gabriel suggesting he becomes a Ranger (and using the word legacy when he tries to convince him) made him panic on the spot, and although he said no and cited reasons of morality, there's definitely all the personal stuff swirling around within it, like Andrea said during the picnic table ambush. Now, upon Gabriel's death, it's in black and white for all to see. Carlos will be carrying on Gabriel's legacy. Who wrote and approved that element of the statement? Did he?? Did someone else??
If he has switched jobs or quit his job I'm super intrigued by how it'll feed into the professional angle of his daddy issues (as well the the 'avenge thine death!' shebang). These are interesting times, my friends!
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Back after my little The Pairing break to bring you more spy soulmate AU. Trucking along with this one, bolstered as always by @celeritas2997 and @cricketnationrise screaming about every update I drop for them. You guys are the bestest and are keeping me going for real.
She reaches out and lays a hand on Henry’s forearm, but when he looks down it’s all wrong. Her skin is so much paler than his, and his hands— “No,” he says, which confirms it. “No no no, Bea, you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t do this.” He gets up and strides over to the doors—it takes him a step longer than he expects—then pushes back the curtains. The city of Marrakesh stretches out below him, the familiar minaret of Kutubiyya Mosque jutting up from the sprawling rooftops and the Atlas Mountains just visible through the haze in the distance. Henry’s stomach drops, horror filling him even as something even more terrible tries to take root in his chest: hope.
Thanks @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @kiwiana-writes, @indestructibleheart, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and
@nicijones for the tags!
As always, an open tag for anyone who'd like it or just tag me so I can see what you're writing! More tags below the cut!
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Inspiration Saturday/Weekend
Thanks to @nancygillianmvp and @your-catfish-friend for the tags!
Working on something new:
@whatsintheboxmh, and @ladytessa74.
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Thank you for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom @welcometololaland @sznofthesticks
and @birdclowns🧡
I have a knitting WIP as part of this too - prompted by @actual-sleeping-beauty's share!
But first! This is my first share from the WIP we shall know for now as...Poet Fic! Which is not an AU! Oooh! I started it in November and I've gone HAM on it recently - it's getting to be on the longer side and won't be ready until after the summer (I think).
For context, TK has done a naughty thing lol and Carlos isn't very happy with him:
TK bites his lip, steps forward, releases his hands and slinks them along Carlos' hips, his sweatpants plush and soft over his firm muscles. Carlos goes still. He stands upright and rigid. TK breathes against the back of his neck, travels a finger along the curve of Carlos' waistband, stopping when his fingertip taps the middle of the bow Carlos has made of the drawstring.
“Babe,” Carlos huffs, “What are you doing?”
“What does it feel like I'm doing?”
“Killing me.”
With one skillful hand, TK yanks and undoes him, collapsing the tightly knotted bow like it was nothing. Carlos instinctively pushes his ass back a little, bumping TK's groin. TK feels him keenly through the thin cotton of his pajama pants.
"Do you need help with the tea now?" TK whispers.
"No."
TK slips a hand down inside Carlos’ sweatpants, slow and smooth, slides his pointed forefinger against the not-entirely soft bulge in Carlos’ black Calvin Klein’s. "How about now?"
Carlos shakes his head, seething, turns on his heel and snatches TK by the waist, slamming his mouth against his. "Fuck you," he says into a vicious kiss, "Fuck you. Fuck. You drive me nuts."
Tags and tank top under the cut!:
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Thank you for tagging me @welcometololaland!
I'm still steadily working on my TK Babe/Baby project. Last night, I just started stitching one of the most iconic instances of babe/baby in the entire series!
Here's the pattern (across two pages) to make it clearer exactly what I'm working on here:
OPEN TAG and...
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thank you @strandnreyes @kiwiana-writes @heartstringsduet @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland for the tags ♥️
I've been feeling a little burnt out on a lot of things right now, and probably need to take a break from fandom wholesale. But, for the moment, I have some Tarlos southwest-gothic AU for y'all.
Inexplicably.
At night, she would bring TK tea, bowls of warming things, and urge him onto a cot for sleep. TK always listened, but never slept. She had her baby in the early hours of the eighth morning. A boy, Andrea had told him as she rushed to grab clean water from the basin next to her own son’s bed. A boy, alive and healthy and wailing to the delight of his mamá, tia, and abuela. Whatever Carlos had done, it had worked. TK told him in that smoke-choked stillness, whispering in his ear as if they were laying together again. As if Carlos could hear him.
no pressure tagging @cha-melodius @inexplicablymine @sparklepocalypse @three-drink-amy @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @freneticfloetry @carlos-in-glasses ♥️
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I just posted this chapter, but I’m going to post a snippet now because it’s exactly 7 sentences :)
Finally, she took his hands in both of her’s, fine-boned and elegant. It took Henry took long to find her eyes, to see that she was staring up at him with a sad smile on her face. He bit into his cheek, sucking down a watery breath, when a hand came to rest on his jaw.
“Hello, my love,” she whispered. The same tone she used in the halls of museums and lecture auditoriums. As if there was no one else there but she and him; as if he was all that mattered. “It’s so good to see you again.”
If you missed it and care about such things, chapter 15 of The Fox’s Bargain (rwrb, 1920s archeologist AU) was just posted. So, if you’re curious, all will be revealed there!
Thank you @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @carlos-in-glasses for the tags!
No pressure tags to: @cha-melodius @inexplicablymine @dumbpeachjuice @smc-27
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Thank you for the tag, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses 💝
This is from the upcoming two chapters of my TK and Sophie fic- the second part-
2011
Sophie blinked her eyes, trying to clear the tears. She was not going to cry. She was handling this.
Her brother’s eyes fluttered open and closed on the gurney in front of her.
She had just learned that word — gurney.
The thing that looks like an ironing board with wheels attached.
She hadn’t known what that was called before.
She had never been in an ambulance before.
TK closed his eyes. Sophie squeezed his hand when they didn’t open back up right away. She didn’t exhale until she felt him squeeze her hand back.
“He’s lucky,” Emma, the paramedic who had [redacted]said. “He has a caring sister who knew what to do”.
Sophie just nodded. She was not going to cry.
“Sophie,” Tanya, paramedic who hooked up the IV, said, “is there someone we can call?”
Sophie sniffled. Not crying. “Can—can you call our mom, please?”
No pressure tagging - I tag @anewkindofme @sznofthesticks @heartstringsduet @actualalligator
and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶
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slipping in with 11 minutes left of wednesday thanks to @nancygillianmvp (thank you!!) more of the rockstar au
There was something about the bright lights of cameras flashing that never seemed to miss an opportunity to give Carlos a headache. Maybe it was because his eyes were perpetually dry these days, or the fact that he’d already been on his feet for three hours and the concert hadn’t even started yet.
He was greatly regretting taking this job when Grace said they had a position available.
Concert Security. Livin’ the dream.
With the heel of his hand pressed to one eye, Carlos used the other to direct the gaggling and gaping crowd along as they passed through the meet-and-greet line. There was nothing Carlos hated more, especially when the crowd seemed to mostly be teenagers and they were lined up by the mile for some mediocre rock artist with more eyeliner than sense.
Rescue Crew.
A tacky name for what had to be the tackiest lineup of the week at Sunset Stadium. Spiked collars, black makeup, leather jackets as far as the eye could see. God, didn’t this scene die out after the eighties alongside legwarmers and Lycra tights?
The band’s members smiled at their rowdy fans as they signed autographs and posed for selfies. Even Carlos had found himself in possession of a guitar pick, handed to him by one of the members with a soft smile and deep brown eyes behind his smudge of dark eyeliner.
Out of respect, he’d pocketed the pick but he knew it would probably “fall out” of his jacket during the night and some fan would be very lucky to pick it up and appreciate it more than he would. If he kept everything he somehow inherited from work his little trinket dish at home would have overflowed with guitar picks months ago. Grace liked them though, turning them into little necklaces or keyrings and giving them a better life than Carlos’ pocket could ever promise.