okay but y'all I read the last chap of call me that @rmd-writes wrote and sheeeeessshhh 🔥🔥🔥 truly there is somehow so much sex in this fic and somehow also so many feelings (also this is why co-writing is awesome because you wake up and your own fic magically has more words)
do you like reading about tarlos having an awkward encounter in an adult store? if so, this snippet is for you!
this is from the fic affectionately known as 'Call Me' that i am successfully co-parenting with @rmd-writes (tag, you're it!)
There’s a head of brown hair that’s clearly visible from over a row of very…interesting paraphernalia. Even before the man turns around, Carlos knows who it is. It’s a vibe, an aura, an unfortunate consequence of being extremely attracted to someone who is in precisely the wrong place at precisely the wrong time. Carlos was wrong. Seeing TK Strand in a sex shop might be worse than seeing his parents. “Savannah,” he says, coughing awkwardly. “I've, um, I’ve actually got to go somewhere. Emergency. Don’t worry about the—” “Are you sure?” she asks, far too loudly. “I can show you the options real quick—” “Officer Reyes?” Fuck. Carlos is completely fucked. He feels rooted to the spot, unable to take a breath as his eyes dart over the shelf of unnervingly accurate, plastic, human body parts. Clear green eyes blink back at him, equally as shocked. “Strand,” he replies, his voice sounding far less shaky than it feels. “Hi.” “I’ll leave you to it,” Savannah says, looking between them furtively before scurrying off between the aisles. Carlos kind of wants to throw a dildo at her. “What are you— I probably shouldn’t ask that,” TK stammers, looking adorable with his wide eyes and his unguarded expression. When Carlos’ eyes drop to TK’s hands, he sees he’s holding an ungodly amount of lube and a small silver plug. Huh. Interesting.
if you haven't played wip weds and you want to, you SHOULD! I tag you!
thanks @welcometololaland & @carlos-in-glasses for the tags, I’m getting in early while it’s still Sunday for me for once
He wonders if it’s possible for Officer Reyes to arrest himself because frankly, the image TK is being treated to – utility belt emphasising the movement of his hips as he walks and the stretch of navy fabric across his ass and thighs – should be illegal.
“If you’re done ogling the handsome officer, we could use a hand packing up,” Owen says from behind him.
TK jumps, surprised to hear his dad. “I wasn’t ogling anyone,” he protests.
Owen gives him a sceptical look. “Please, you were looking at him the way you used to look at the Halloween candy your mom bought the week before Halloween. Don’t roll your eyes at me, you know I’m right.”
Have seven sentences (lines?) in text form, presented with zero context as to which fic this is for
thank you for the tags @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @indestructibleheart @liminalmemories21 @sherryvalli @lightningboltreader @lemonlyman-dotcom @hippolotamus @freneticfloetry @carlos-in-glasses @three-drink-amy @inexplicablymine @orchidscript @leaves-of-laurelin @kiwiana-writes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut 💖
as usual I am late and it is Monday where I am, but tagging @welcometololaland @stereopticons @maxbegone @anchoredarchangel @cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @never-blooms @ships-to-sail @carlos-tk @herefortarlos @porcelainmortal + open tag x
