#tarlos prompt

[tarlosweeklyprompts]

Week: July 9 - July 15

Prompt #1: Write a fic based in season 5 of Tarlos being husbands.

Prompt #2: Write a fic based on this video happening to Carlos:

Source: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqwddI5AUOQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link thank you @jcams88 for the video 😂

Accepted works: fic's, moldboards, fanart, gifs

All works need to be new works.

All works need to be Tarlos centric

All works need to be properly tagged. - Additionally Please no content that contains incest or glorification of topics such as sexual assault / rape / suicide etc. (This topics may be written about seeing as Tarlos are first responders but please refrain from glorifying these acts.)

All work needs to be posted by Saturday at 5 p.m. EST. Masterlist will be posted on Mondays

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[heartstringsduet]

Tarlos drabble prompt: Carlos got injured and almost died but he didn't and TK is having feelings about that

Slipping under

A lake nearly killed TK once, millions of shards lodging into him as he was submerged under a thick layer of ice. And yet it’s Carlos…

And yet it’s Carlos

And yet it’s Carlos

“Babe?” Carlos’ voice sounds like the pebbles gathered at the bottom of the sea. His skin is dry though. Dry again, and a little tacky from the salt of the ocean and the coarse sand Carlos had been dragged out onto. TK had just grabbed them ice cream, Carlos had just wanted one more dip in the water. There are white speckles on TK’s feet and sandals from when TK dropped it, seeing a body lying on the shore, someone performing CPR, and knowing it was Carlos. He just knew. 

“Baby, you think very loudly.”

TK blinks and schools his face back into neutrality. He looks up at his husband, gently running the back of his hand over the gauze covering Carlos’ brow from where he collided with a log yesterday’s storm had brought closer to the shore. “Shh, you don’t need to stress your throat anymore by talking. Just go back to sleep, okay?” 

Carlos’ eyes are blood-shot, lips dry, skin paler. He has three cracked ribs from the pumps to his ribcage that first the man who saved him and later TK performed. Again. He had pumped Carlos’ still heart alive again.

Carlos’ eyelids flutter shut under his touch, but then he brings his hand up to TK’s wrist. His thumb stoked the fine tendons and veins. TK can feel the cool gold of his ring against his skin. “I’m okay.”

“You nearly died,” TK reminds him, trying for humor because anything else would pull him under the riptide. “And that’s my job. Don’t steal careers.”

“Not funny,” Carlos mumbles.

“A little funny.”

Carlos cracks one eye back open. “You saved me again.”

“Actually, a Mr. Karakis saved you. I kind of gave him all the money I had on me to thank him. Don’t panic, it was comically little. Like five Euros? I spent the rest on ice cream we will never eat and remember how you insisted on after sun lotion and--”

“TK? I’m fine. Really.”

TK blinks up into the bright light of the hospital bed and then curses it for making the tear slip past his eyelashes. Carlos nearly drowned today. The dazzle of the clear water would never be the same, knowing it had nearly dragged his husband under. But they’ll be fine. They’ll buy new ice cream and eventually, on the last day of their wedding anniversary trip, they walk along the shore, letting waves lap at their ankles. TK will always insist on swimming together after this. And Carlos will always insist that TK will buy the warmest winter jackets, even in balmy Austin.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #michelle writes #tarlos prompt #thanks for prompting me. was I inspired by the beach life last week? YES

[jesuisici33]

i'm sorry i'm so late. Tarlos?

hi! happy birthday! here's your little tarlos fic! <3

TK is nursing his mineral water as he waits for Carlos to show up. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a night out and honestly, they’ve both needed it. Nothing too fancy - that’s what they’re honeymoon was for - a simple night out at the bar is what they both wanted. A night to relax, to have fun and find some sort of normalcy after all that’s happened to them these last few weeks. 

Plus it would be the first time they’ve gone out as husbands. That’s something TK still can’t believe he gets to Carlos. His husband. He thinks he’s going to be using that name more than baby or babe with how much he loves to call Carlos that. 

TK glances up as a hand reaches over his line of sight, signaling to the bartender for a drink. For a brief moment he thinks it’s Carlos, but the hope is gone when he realizes the skin of the arm is too light for it to be his husband’s. But then his eyes light up when he sees the tattoo on the arm.

“Hey! I have a bearded dragon as a pet! His name is Lou II.” He points at the guy’s tattoo, a red bearded dragon curled around his bicep. TK quickly pulls up pictures on his phone to show him. “My husband Carlos got him for me after we had to give up our first pet. Isn’t he cute?”

The guy, taken aback by TK’s sudden friendliness, soon turns on a smile as he sees the pictures. “Oh, man what a cutie! I miss having a bearded dragon so much. When I lost Fluffy, I was devastated. Why I got the tattoo. I’m Matt by the way.” 

“ TK. Fluffy?”

Matt blushes. He now has his drink and takes a sip from it. “My mom wanted me to get a dog or a cat as a kid, but when we went to the pet store it’s the reptiles that caught my eye. I named him Fluffy to placate her.”

TK laughs. “I love that! If you want you can always come over and meet Lou II, he could use some more friends.”

At just that moment, the familiar arm of Carlos snakes its way around TK. “Hey, baby. Sorry I’m so late.” TK accepts the offered peck. At least, what he thought is going to be a peck. Instead he’s met with a kiss with more tongue than he’s used to for a simple greeting. TK hums in surprised satisfaction as Carlos pulls away. “Hi, I’m Carlos, TK’s husband,” he says -no, declares - to Matt. 

TK tries to hide a snicker. 

“Husband,” TK starts, playing along with Carlos’ jealousy. Matt looks at Carlos more amused than intimidated. “I was just telling Matt about Lou II. Turns out he likes bearded dragons as well.” 

Carlos’ expression turns to one of disgust. “Oh. How…nice.”

TK swipes through photos until he finds the one he wants. “Here’s my favorite! Remember this one, babe?” He shows it first to Matt who makes an aw sound before showing it to Carlos. It’s a picture of Carlos cradling Lou II with an exasperating fond smile on his face not unlike the one he gives TK as he talks through TV with him.

Carlos takes one glance at the picture before commenting, “That’s photoshop.” 

TK and Matt burst out laughing.

also on ao3

#tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos prompt #lou ii

[casaluna]

someone please write a fic where tk comes to austin after carlos just got married to iris. they're trying to make it work but carlos is falling head over heels in love with the smokin' hot guy - definitely not part of his plan.

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos prompt #tarlos prompts #911ls spoilers

[tarlos-spain]

Tarlos Pride Month

Lets start the Pride month, with my contribution in the shape of some fics, thanks to @tarlosweeklyprompts. So this is the first one.

Prompt: TK and Carlos both have Austin Pride off and are able to attend together.

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand and Andrea Reyes. Also a lot mentions to Gabriel Reyes

Pairing: Why change? Tarlos and only Tarlos

Summary: It is the first Pride in which TK and Carlos are married and Carlos had prepared the day with his father... now everything has changed.

Title: The pride that couldn't be

"I've packed two large bottles of water in my backpack and I've taken external batteries for the cell phones, if we get separated I don't want us to lose sight of each other because we know how the streets get later. Do you want to take a sweatshirt in case it cools down later?"

When he didn't get a response from Carlos, TK poked her head out the bedroom door, but his husband wasn't listening. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into nowhere.

He walked over to him and sat down next to him, but Carlos didn't react until he stroked his cheek to get his attention.

"Were you saying something?" Carlos asked with a sad smile.

"What's wrong my love?"

Carlos breathed heavily and rested his head on TK's shoulder.

"Sorry I didn't want to ruin today, with all the plans we had for pride." TK said nothing and allowed him to continue talking. "We have been thinking for so long about what we would do today and before that on the honeymoon, before that on the wedding that without realizing it I had forgotten, it sounds terrible, I know, but I had almost forgotten that my father is already here and that I had been waiting for months for the moment to invite him to Pride with us."

"Oh, Carlos, my love, really, why didn't you tell me before? I've been talking about today for days. We should stay home, watch a couple of movies, order dinner and..."

"No, that's not what I want." Carlos turned to him and kissed him. "I want to... I wanted to show this part of my life to my father taking advantage of the fact that Pride was right after the wedding, my father."

TK motioned Carlos to lie down next to him on the bed and then took his hand.

"I know it won't be the same and there's nothing I can do to bring Gabriel back to you, but I'd like you to share with me the day you had in mind with him. It's silly, I know."

"It's not silly at all." Carlos's smile became much more relaxed. He turned and half turned on his side on the bed, took both of TK's hands and kissed them. "Have I told you today how much I love you? I hate it when I forget to remind you one day."

"You told me this morning, when you got out of the shower and found your bathrobe fresh out of the dryer."

"Well, then I'll tell you again, because you don't have to do this. I don't want to ruin your day by being down."

"I've packed two large bottles of water in my backpack and I've taken external batteries for the cell phones, if we get separated I don't want us to lose sight of each other because we know how the streets get later. Do you want to take a sweatshirt in case it cools down later?"

When he didn't get a response from Carlos, TK poked her head out the bedroom door, but his husband wasn't listening. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into nowhere.

He walked over to him and sat down next to him, but Carlos didn't react until he stroked his cheek to get his attention.

"Were you saying something?" Carlos asked with a sad smile.

"What's wrong my love?"

Carlos breathed heavily and rested his head on TK's shoulder.

"Sorry I didn't want to ruin today, with all the plans we had for pride." TK said nothing and allowed him to continue talking. "We have been thinking for so long about what we would do today and before that on the honeymoon, before that on the wedding that without realizing it I had forgotten, it sounds terrible, I know, but I had almost forgotten that my father is already here and that I had been waiting for months for the moment to invite him to Pride with us."

"Oh, Carlos, my love, really, why didn't you tell me before? I've been talking about today for days. We should stay home, watch a couple of movies, order dinner and..."

"No, that's not what I want." Carlos turned to him and kissed him. "I want to... I wanted to show this part of my life to my father taking advantage of the fact that Pride was right after the wedding, my father."

TK motioned Carlos to lie down next to him on the bed and then took his hand.

"I know it won't be the same and there's nothing I can do to bring Gabriel back to you, but I'd like you to share with me the day you had in mind with him. It's silly, I know."

"It's not silly at all." Carlos's smile became much more relaxed. He turned and half turned on his side on the bed, took both of TK's hands and kissed them. "Have I told you today how much I love you? I hate it when I forget to remind you one day."

"You told me this morning, when you got out of the shower and found your bathrobe fresh out of the dryer."

"Well, then I'll tell you again, because you don't have to do this. I don't want to ruin your day by being down."

#twppride2023 #tarlos #road1985 #Tarlos_Spain #tarlosweeklyprompts #carlos reyes #tk strand #tk strand x carlos reyes #tarlos weekly prompt #911 lonestar #tarlos fanfic #tarlos prompt #911 ls #lgbt+ pride

[embersinashes]

Tarlos Prompt

Tarlos is in a d/s relationship, Carlos is the Dom and TK is the sub. TK is being punished for something he did (or didn’t do and it’s a misunderstanding, I’ll leave that up to you), and he wants to use his safe word but is afraid of angering or disappointing Carlos. Carlos is a good Dom and would never fault TK for using his safe word. TK does eventually use his safe word and is really upset and panicked by it. Happy ending only please.

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos fanfic #911 lone star fic #fic prompt #tarlos prompt #911 lone star prompt #d/s fic #prompt

[strandbuckley]

Hi I love your fics, and I wondered if you’d write a story about Carlos giving TK maintenance spankings?

(Your writing is amazing btw 🥰🥰)

Not going to lie, I had to do some research on maintenance spanking before writing this, but I think it's a great idea and it honestly fits the Tarlos dynamic. Thank you for the prompt (and the compliment) and I hope you enjoy it!!

Read on ao3 here

TK fidgeted with a loose string in the bottom of his hoodie, wrapping it around his finger until his nail went white, before unraveling it and doing it again. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him. He knew better than to assume Carlos asking him to talk about something was bad news. Carlos wouldn’t spring something on him like that. Even so, when Carlos had uttered those three words over dinner, the food in TK’s mouth had turned to ash. He nodded wordlessly at his fiance and resigned himself to picking at his suddenly tasteless dinner until Carlos was finished. Now he was sitting across from him on the couch, torturing himself until Carlos spoke.

“I wanted to talk about something with you. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but now I’m starting to think you might need it more. I know the wedding planning is stressful, and our parents aren’t helping much,” Carlos chuckled mildly. “Judd told me the other night that you’ve been acting strange at work and Paul agreed. They said you’re getting worked up about little things and that maybe, you’re feeling a little out of control?” Carlos phrased it as a question but TK knew he wasn’t asking. He was stating outright how TK had been feeling for weeks now as if he’d taken a walk right into his subconscious and seen every ridiculous thing he’d been feeling lately.

“Maybe a little,” TK admitted, tangling his fingers in the chain of his necklace, and rubbing the pendant across his bottom lip.

“I think I’ve come up with a solution to that. Have you heard of maintenance spanking?”

TK’s brain latched on to that one word. “Spanking? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t break any rules, I promise.”

“Hey, hey,” Carlos spoke as if he was approaching a spooked animal. “I know you didn’t. Come here baby, you’re sitting so far away.” He opened his arms, and despite TK’s worry about being spanked for something he hadn’t done, he collapsed into them, pressing his cheek to Carlos’ chest and breathing in his scent. “This isn’t about punishment TK.”

“Spankings are a punishment,” TK grumbled. It said so on the form tucked into a folder in the bottom desk drawer, the one they’d both filled out when they began to slowly enter into a BDSM relationship. Carlos had found it online, and TK had thought it was silly. He’d never done anything like this with another dom (now he knew why) but Carlos had insisted and he had to admit that it had helped them tremendously as they worked out the kinks in their dynamic, though he despised the red font that stated his standing punishment for breaking rules was a spanking unless stated otherwise by Carlos and fully negotiated beforehand. 

“I understand why you think that, but this isn’t what you’re imagining. I have some stuff for you to read if you want. I think it might be helpful, then we can talk about it fully once you understand where I’m going with this.”

Carlos pulled his phone from his pocket and clicked around for a minute before handing it to TK. He had opened a small collection of articles and blog posts written by other subs, all saved neatly in a file for TK to browse through. Trust his fiance to come prepared.

“Will you hold me while I read?”

“Of course.”

TK took the offered phone and clambered into Carlos's lap, getting comfy before selecting a blog post to start with. It took him half an hour to navigate through all of his provided reading material but Carlos held him the entire time, rubbing a gentle hand up and down his back. When TK handed his phone back, Carlos shifted him to sit next to him again, but kept a hand on him, providing the comfort he knew TK needed.

“So, what do you think now?”

“I guess it works for some people. But can you explain why you think I need it?”

“Of course baby. I just know that the wedding is a lot on your plate. It’s a lot for me too. But I think you’re internalizing it a little, you’re holding onto it and letting it weigh you down. And I think that us not being able to do a scene in a while has made it worse, you haven’t had your normal outlet and that’s partly my fault-”

“No, it’s not.”

“Don’t interrupt me TK,” Carlos’s voice shifted into one TK hadn’t heard in over a month, gentle, but firm, just like he needs it.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright honey. I’m not blaming myself for how you’ve been feeling lately. But I’m your dom, it’s my job to take care of you and help you let go, and we haven’t been able to do that lately. That’s why I think you need this. I think you need to be reminded, even when life is crazy and we can’t do scenes as often as we would like, that I’m still your dom. I’m still here for you, for you to let go and let me take care of you. That’s part of our agreement isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“This isn’t about punishing you TK, I can promise that. I will never punish you without reason.”

“I know that.”

“Good,” Carlos squeezed his hand. “This is for you TK. This is about letting you give up control for a while, so you can let go of the things that are weighing on you.”

TK nodded, knowing Carlos was right. The wedding planning is hard, even after they had talked Owen and Andrea down from their spectacular vision. He has so many decisions to make and not enough time to make them all. Carlos’s recent promotion meant a change in hours, and he was so happy for him, but that meant they’d had to seriously cut back on their planned scenes. TK hadn’t noticed it, but once he lost that outlet, his stress doubled. That, coupled with the fact that he had to be in control of himself at all times while on shift in order to save lives was a disaster waiting to happen. He was just glad Carlos had caught on before it turned into a full-blown crisis. 

“I’m willing to try. But if I don’t like it or it doesn’t work-”

“Then we stop. You call the shots TK you know that” Carlos ran a hand through his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Say the word and we call the whole thing off.”

TK nodded. He knew realistically that no matter what, if he safeworded, Carlos would bail completely on whatever they were doing with no hesitation, but it helped to have the verbal reassurance from his dom.

“So when are we gonna start?”

“Not today. These conversations can be a lot and I want to give you time to process it before we try. We both have the day off on Thursday,” he suggested.

“Are we going to do it once a week?”

“I think that’s a good idea. For a few weeks at least to see if it works for us and if it doesn’t then that’s fine.”

“Okay. Thursday. Will you warn me before it happens?”

“Of course, I will.”

“Okay,” TK sunk back into Carlos’s arms, satisfied. He knew Carlos would take care of him and if his dom thought this was what he needed, then he would go along with it. 

*****

As much as TK trusted Carlos, he was a nervous wreck by the time Thursday morning rolled around. He hated spankings. He knew they weren’t something he was supposed to enjoy, but he was having a hard time still seeing them as anything other than a punishment for breaking a rule and upsetting Carlos. He barely ate the breakfast Carlos had made them, nibbling on his pancakes and pushing the eggs around on his plate.

“Are you feeling okay babe?” Carlos asked. He had finished his plate long ago and was watching TK pretend to eat. 

“I’m nervous,” TK answered honestly.

“Why baby?” Carlos opened his arms, and TK rounded the table quickly, settling into his lap.

“Spankings hurt.”

“Well they’re not supposed to feel good baby,” he chuckled. “But I understand. You still feel like spankings are only for punishment.”

TK nodded his agreement.

“At first I thought the same thing. I wasn’t sure how spanking you when you’d done nothing wrong but the more I looked into it the more I understood. This is a release for you, a reminder of who is supposed to take care of you. I’m not here to hurt you TK.”

“I know that. I’m not worried about you hurting me, I’m just afraid of feeling like I did something wrong and not knowing what it is and that making me feel worse,” the words tumbled out of TK’s mouth without his permission, laying his feelings out on the table for his fiance to see.

“TK if you don’t feel comfortable with this we won’t do it. You just have to tell me, baby.”

“No, I said I wanted to try. I just don’t want my brain to get confused.”

“How about we do something to distinguish this from a normal punishment spanking? What aren’t you allowed to do when you’re in trouble and I’m spanking you?”

“Touch you. Or talk without permission.”

“So how about during these spankings you can touch me as much as you want and you can talk to me if you feel like you need to. Would that help?”

“Maybe. Can I be in your lap instead of over the bed?”

“Yes, baby. I think that’s a good compromise.”

“Me too.”

“Good. Now you have two choices, are you listening?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good boy. We can go to the bedroom or we can stay downstairs, which would you prefer?”

“Bedroom.”

“Okay.”

Carlos maneuvered TK gently to stand and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. 

Once the doors were shut behind him, he sat TK gently on the bed and moved to the closet to retrieve the small box that they kept their toys in. They didn’t have many, but the collection included a paddle that TK liked for him to use sometimes, so he pulled it out.

“Two more choices baby, are you listening?” “Yes sir.”

“Good boy,” Carlos repeated. “Ten with the paddle or fifteen with my hand?”

“Fifteen with your hand.”

“Good boy,” Carlos put the paddle away and turned back toward his fiance. He sat down on the end of the bed and motioned TK over, stopping him to stand between his knees. “Pants off.”

TK pulled his pajama pants down but hesitated at his underwear, looking to Carlos in question. 

“Keep those on for now honey and lay down.”

TK obeyed, positioning himself over Carlos’s thighs and getting as comfortable as he could be in that position.

“Good boy,” Carlos praised him again, rubbing a hand over his back. “You’re doing so well for me TK. Can you tell me your colors?”

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Spring.”

“That’s my good boy. What’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

“Good. Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to give you ten over your underwear and then five bare. You can touch me as much as you want and talk if you need to. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir. Do I have to count?”

“Not this time baby. Any other questions?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

Carlos took the hand that was rubbing his back and offered it to TK, who took it and held it between both of his, tucking it under his chin. 

“Say your colors at any time. Are you ready?”

“Green.”

TK braced himself for the first hit but relaxed when it didn’t sting as badly as he was expecting. It didn’t feel good, but it didn’t hurt as bad. Carlos was starting slow, warming him up, which he appreciated. The first few landed right in the center of his ass, making the skin warm and tingly, but not quite painful. The next couple were harder, aimed lower and TK whimpered when the hardest one hit the back of his thigh. After his first ten were up, Carlos tapped his thigh gently, signaling him to stand.

“How are you feeling?”

“Green.”

“Good. Take your underwear off now TK. Five more, then you’re finished.”

Once naked from the waist down, TK laid himself back over Carlos’s lap, resuming his grip on his fiance’s hand. The last five were the hardest, coming down sporadically with no real pattern. They hurt the worst, Carlos putting more force behind these swats. By the time he was done, TK could feel the tears threatening to fall and his skin burned, but he felt lighter than he had in a while.

He let himself float as Carlos pulled his underwear back on, bundling him up in his lap and holding him. TK could hear him talking, but couldn’t register the words, only focused on the low rumble coming from his chest that pushed him deeper into that good, floaty headspace. 

When he emerged, there was a straw at his lips and he drank the offered water greedily.

“Slow down,” Carlos said, pulling it away. “You’ll make yourself sick. Small sips.”

TK obeyed when he offered the straw back, taking his time to swallow each sip before the took the next one. He pushed his water bottle away when he’d had enough and slowly opened his eyes to look at Carlos.

“Welcome back.”

“How long was I out?” TK rubbed his cheek against the pillow he was propped up against, craning his neck to see the clock on his nightstand.

“About twenty minutes. You went down pretty hard.”

“It felt good,” TK assured him. “I needed that more than I realized.”

“Good,” Carlos carded a hand through his slightly sweaty hair, looking down at him softly. “Do you wanna talk about it now or later?”

Carlos always gave him the option, knowing sometimes it took TK longer to gather his thoughts on what they’d just done, but they always talked it out.

“Can we take a bath first and then talk about it?”

“Of course.”

When they were both clean and Carlos had checked him over thoroughly, rubbing a generous amount of lotion into his pink skin, they’d settled on the couch to talk out what they’d just done. TK’s favorite blanket was spread across both of them, his feet tucked under Carlos’s thigh as they arranged themselves on the couch.

“I wasn’t really sure about it at first,” TK admitted. “I was afraid that no matter what it would feel like you were upset and punishing me, even if I didn’t deserve it.”

“Did it feel that way?”

“No. I think making the distinctions between punishment and this helped me a lot. How do you feel?”

“You know I like taking care of you, and I think this helped you. You haven’t been able to go into subspace freely in a while and this put you down pretty hard. I think you needed the chance to give it up and get out of your head, and I’m glad I was able to do that for you. Do you think you’d want to do it again?”

“I’d be willing. I’m not sure if it will always put me down so hard, but you’re right. I did need some time to let you take over and get out of my head. I don’t want to stop doing scenes though.”

“We won’t baby,” Carlos rubbed his knee over the blanket. “And I don’t think this is something you need every week. Just during times like this, when life gets crazy and you need a little extra support.”

“I agree.”

“Good,” Carlos leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. “Now I intend on spending the rest of my day off right here. Care to join me?”

“Baby, you couldn’t get me to leave if you tried.”

#tarlos #tarlos fic #tarlos prompt #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #my works #my fics

[oldfangirl81]

A few hours later they return.

"You are the chosen one. We found our notes."

"I would have brought them the first time Kevin if you had just said something."

"Shut up, Chad. We are talking to the Chosen One now."

#fic prompt #buddie #tarlos #mcshep #mcdanno #teen wolf

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> 4.16

#911 lone star #911lsedit #tarlos #tarlosedit #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlosweddingcelebration #I... might be planning multiple sets for this prompt because I am too indecisive to pick a favorite #this one is def my fave for s4 though i think #something about the way tk drags carlos back #and how they just stare at each other like That before going in for the kiss #my gifs #episode: s04e16 a house divided

[tarlosweeklyprompts]

↬June 2023 - 24 Hour Challenge↫

Hello all! For June I'm bringing back the 24 hour Pride Challenge that I put on last year! It turned out to be such a fun event and so many people participated! It was a joy to read all of the fics that were submitted for the challenge!

How it works:

I will post a prompt every other day and you will have 24 hours to write a fic based on the prompt and post it. For example if I post a prompt on Monday at 12 p.m. EST  you would have until Tuesday at 12 p.m. EST to post it. The next new prompt would then be posted on Wednesday at 12 p.m. EST.

The first prompt will be posted Thursday, June 1, at 12 p.m.

**note because of the event happening and prompts being posted every other day I will not be posting regular weekly prompts.

Days prompts will be posted:

June 1

June 3

June 5

June 7

June 9

June 11

June 13

June 15

June 17

June 19

June 21

June 23

June 25

June 27

June 29

Rules:

The work has to be Tarlos centric but can include other characters.

All work must be properly rated and have appropriate warnings.

Accepted works: fic's, moodboards, fanart, gifs

The prompt needs to be incorporated in some way in the fic

Minimum word count of 500 words

Please tag the blog url and tag it with the hashtag #twppride2023

Any questions? Just ask!

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[rmd-writes]

Tarlos + 4 (cuddling on the couch)

Because I’m using these prompts to try to shake words loose after a bout of writer’s block, these are all just whatever I can come up with in <20min and barely edited 💖

4. Cuddling on the couch

Carlos wakes with a start and it takes him a few moments to realise that he’s wedged in the corner of the couch and the reason he can’t move is because TK is pressed up against him, seemingly asleep as well.

They must’ve both dozed off. Carlos wonders how long it’s been since they fell asleep. He hears the lock on the front door and realises that the sound of someone at the door must be what woke him.

“Babe,” he says softly. “Wake up.”

Carlos tries to move his shoulder, pretty sure he’s lost all feeling in his arm from TK lying on it.

“Wasn’t asleep,” TK mumbled sleepily and Carlos huffs a laugh.

The door swings open and Carlos looks up. “Hey.”

“Now, I don’t care what y’all do in your own home, but you wanna explain to me why TK is half naked on my couch holding my baby girl?” Judd asks as he walks in, his mouth quirking up at the corner.

Grace laughs behind him. “Awww, you look so sweet! But TK, honey, where’s your shirt. Did Charlie throw up on you?”

TK sits up properly, still cradling a sleeping Charlie to his chest. “She did but that’s not why I’m shirtless.” Grace frowns. “She’s okay, but she had a fever—”

“You didn’t call us?” Judd interjects.

Grace shushes him and places a hand on his arm. “Let the man speak, Judd.”

TK continues. “It was 100, I gave her 5mL of Tylenol,” he checks the clock on the wall, “two hours ago. She was grizzly though and wouldn’t settle, and skin to skin helps regulate their temperature, so.”

“Do you took your shirt off,” Grace smiles. “Thank you, she’s been in good hands.”

“She wouldn’t settle for me,” Carlos says with an eye roll. “Only wanted TK.” He can’t stop the fondness creeping into his voice though. TK is holding Charlie so sweetly as she curls into him, her chubby cheek pressed into his chest and he’s just so good with her.

“You two still competing to be her favourite?” Judd grins, gesturing at TK for Charlie.

“Only because Carlos won’t accept I’m her favourite,” TK smirks.

“You’re wrong,” Judd drawls and TK gently transfers Charlie into his arms.

Carlos takes TK’s shirt from the end of the sofa and tosses it to him. Just as TK pops his head through his shirt, Judd says, “Aunty Marjan is her favourite.”

(You can read all of my intimate moments prompts here)

Cheating and using this as my wip wednesday because I don’t have any wips atm. Thanks for the tags @tintagel-or-cockleshells @celaestis1 @welcometololaland @clottedcreamfudge @kiwiana-writes @wandering-night19 @three-drink-amy @strandnreyes if not for the tags I probably wouldn’t have written anything today 💖

Tagging some people to leave me snippets to wake up to pretty please: @reyesstrand @sunshinestrand @liminalmemories21 @sanjuwrites @redshirt2 @cricketnationrise @nontoxic-writes @stereopticons @lilythesilly @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @sherryvalli @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @daisymae-12

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[strandnreyes]

#14 for the writing prompts. Thank you.

a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles

The knock comes a few minutes after all the lights go out.

Carlos is halfway to the kitchen, intending on grabbing a flashlight and a lighter, but he reroutes because of the interruption. At least his rigatoni was done before the electricity went out—now steaming on the counter—but the leftovers aren’t going to keep in the fridge anymore. What once was a plan to make enough for lunch tomorrow has now left him with way more than he can eat alone tonight.

When Carlos slides the door of his loft open, his day instantly goes from bad to worse when he sees TK Strand on the other side, likely here to yell at him for making too much noise boiling noodles or to blame the blackout on him.

TK opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Carlos says, “Yes, I lost power too. So, no. You can’t charge your phone or shove your ice cream in my freezer or whatever it is you came here to do.”

TK’s mouth promptly shuts and he nods once. “Okay, then.”

read on ao3

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[tarlosmonthlyprompts]

TARLOS MONTHLY PROMPTS: APRIL

APRIL 2 - APRIL 30

Hello! It's a new month which means 4 new prompts that you have the entire month to work on! I hope everyone enjoyed the daily prompts last month! They were all so much fun to read!

TMP: Custom Bingos

Prompt #1: AU: Tarlos in Marvel. For this prompt, create work where Carlos is Captain America and TK is Bucky Barnes.

Prompt #2: Future Fic: It's 10 years after the wedding, what are Carlos and TK up to? Do they have kids? Where do they live? What are they doing?

Prompt #3: "I... What do you mean you can't do this anymore? How can you just make that decision?" (Dialogue can be adjusted for your fic)

Prompt #4: location prompt: Paris, France (create a work where at this location)

Accepted works: fic's, moldboards, fanart, gifs

All works need to be new works.

All works need to be Tarlos centric

All works need to be properly tagged

All works need to be posted by the end of the month

Tag the blog and I'm tracking the tag #tarlosmonthlyprompts

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[lightningboltreader]

Work is Published Wednesday

Happy Valentine's Day my loves!

I present this prompt fill for @paperstorm's 19. Bakery AU involving an abundance of Valentine's cookies/cupcakes -

“I’m Carlos,” he says, holding out his hand. “Carlos Reyes, first responder. Ordered two dozen cupcakes.” The man giggles again. Carlos wants to pick him up and carry him home. “TK Strand,” he says, with a warm hand and a surprisingly strong handshake. “Two dozen vegan, monkfruit cupcakes for my team, courtesy of my health nut father.” “Ah ha!” Carlos returns, receiving several answers about his order at once. But wait. “Strand? Your father’s captain of the 126.” Did he really just tell a stranger about his own dad? TK smiles kindly, choosing to be merciful about having this information. “Yep, for a little while now. I’m surprised we haven’t worked with you, Officer Reyes." Oh, Carlos likes the sound of his name in TK’s mouth. 

💕 Read on A03 - (G), 5k 💕

It's late, so I open this up to anyone who has something to share. Thank you @heartstringsduet, @sznofthesticks, @strandnreyes, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad, @alrightbuckaroo, @whatsintheboxmh, @redshirt2, @bonheur-cafe, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @liminalmemories21 - I can't wait to read yours and all the other updates in my feed and on A03.

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[theghostofashton]

Happy Anniversary 💕

How about “Mid-work Coffee deliveries.” :)

thank you 💕💕

went in kind of a different direction with this one than i originally planned thanks to @sanjuwrites. my first time writing outsider pov and it was a lot of fun, i really want to do more of these!

When he steps off the truck, Owen comes face-to-face with his son-in-law.

Carlos is dressed in street clothes and his glasses, and he’s holding a drink carrier with two cups and a shiny brown pastry bag in it. He smiles when he notices Owen. “Owen, hey.”

“Hey, Carlos,” Owen says. “Coffee date?”

“Just wanted to surprise him.” Carlos motions to one of the cups, what seems to be one of those Starbucks frappuccinos TK loves, complete with whipped cream and caramel drizzled overtop.

Owen nods. “Medical was right behind us. Should be pulling up now.”

“Thanks.” Carlos takes a step back, turning to put the coffees down. These visits have gotten even more frequent since the wedding, Owen thinks. At this point, Carlos spends at least part of every one of his days off at the firehouse, if TK is working. It’s either coffee or lunch, unless he’s coming over to join in on something Paul’s made. It’s usually Paul, Owen realizes, or Judd. Carlos hasn’t joined in on any of the meals he’s cooked, which doesn’t feel like a coincidence.

“Work’s good?” He asks.

An expression Owen can’t quite place crosses Carlos’s face, and then he nods. He doesn’t push. TK will know what’s going on there.

Carlos starts to return the question, but then the telltale beeping as the ambulance backs up next to the fire truck cuts through the air and he turns immediately to the source of it, focus pulled. A soft smile crosses his face as he picks up the carrier and walks over. Owen watches him make some small talk with Tommy and Nancy, before TK comes around from the driver’s side.

continue on ao3!

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